Phone Fun
By Ellie Dauber (c) 2019

Andy liked to amuse himself by making prank calls on his cell until he called a very wrong number.

An outsider who was a regular on Saturday night asked Pete, “May I try a glass of poteen?”

“Ask Pat, it’s his liquor,” replied Pete, “It’s not for sale.”

“Surely,” replied Pat. Put the price of a whiskey in the kid’s Christmas party collection box. Pour your man a glass, Pete.”

To say this is a weird first Christmas is something of an understatement. They only family we have over is, strangely enough, Joan and Tommy. Yes, that promises to be a fun time, doesn’t it? I have to wonder if Tommy is going to look at me this time as I have on a short black dress with a lace top. I’m showing off my nude pantyhose covered legs and they’re being propped up by my silver heels with a slight open toe that show just a little of my fuchsia nail polish. My lips are of the same color and I have some purple-silver eye shadow.

Bad Christmases - A New Plan

When you have four generations showing up at one house for a Christmas gathering, you can get some very different views.

Can the Martin family have a White Christmas at Sun City? Read and see.

Chapter 26 - The first day at a new job is always stressful

The next morning, Ellen ran a bath for her husband. As he soaked, she laid out his outfit for the day. Stepping out of the bath water, he dried off and went through to the bedroom, being uncomfortable at his nakedness. He rushed to the dresser to get something to cover his nudity. Ellen was there waiting for him. She opened her drawer and naughtily pulled out a black lace thong and panty set then handed them to him.

	Weeping Willow Part 19 Open For Business by **Sigh** Copyright© 2019 plaintivesigh All Rights Reserved.

“Are you the friend who’s picking me up? I don’t know who you … wait. … *gasp!* … AMANDA?!”

**CONTENT WARNING: Sex; not salacious, but very descriptive**
**CONTENT WARNING: Spiritual content (a conversation with God)**

Lori requested that both her mom and her had their lunch on the deck while Luke and her dad were at the bike park. The Brat Princess wanted the time with her mom to be somewhere just as special. The seldom used deck was the perfect venue. It was elevated and had an awning for protection from the weather. Being attached to the sunroom made the deck seem bigger than its actual size was to Lori. The deck’s elevation along with their home being on a hilltop gave a great view of the Mon Valley. This vantage point made Lori feel so important on sitting on the deck.

“I told you you were different. You have not asked me if my breasts are real, if I still have my penis or how I do sex. Most men have asked those questions hours ago. You haven’t even asked me how old I am. Do you not wish to know before I suggest going to bed?”

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At the end, after the word usage notes, is the Poem ‘Taffy was a Welshman’ which is vaguely relevant to the story. I’d had the vague outline of the story in my mind for a few days. Some details were inspired by comments I read on BCTS suggesting Taffy can only be a woman’s name – I assume those comments originated in the US, in the UK it is different. Robin too like a number of other essentially female names in the US is essentially a man’s name here. The highly respected, polite and competent anchorman on the 12/12/19-13/12/19 overnight ‘Election 2019’ BBC program was Welshman Huw Edwards, and watching the election coverage gave me more pieces for the story. Then a friend came over to use my Bridgeport milling machine to remove a broken half inch stud from a casting and the detail was virtually finalised. Taffy is also a chewy toffee or candy in the UK, but that didn’t help me write the story at all.

When I got up that morning things were different. My room, once decorated in brilliant colors, was now drab and dirty. I kept my room spotless. I smiled; someone was playing a trick on me. I sat up and found I was wearing boys’ flannel pajamas. OK, where’s my nighty? I got up to go take care of business in the bathroom. I pulled down my pajama bottom to find not only that I was wearing boys’ underwear, but as I looked down, I saw clearly that I had a penis!

This is a sequel to my story from last year The Promise and will make more sense if you have read that story

	Weeping Willow Part 15 Amanda's Dad by **Sigh** Copyright© 2019 plaintivesigh All Rights Reserved.

Amanda U sound pretty desperate

Maybe a little.

Death of A Princess
By Gwen Brown:

I lay there looking at the clock. 5:30 AM. Pretty late to get to bed. I decided to try to doze for a while. Sleep was just carrying me off to the den of Morpheus when the house phone, not my cell rang.

“Charlotte, I know it’s been a long night, but you need to come down here.” Corporal Johnson said. I couldn’t get angry at her, she would never call me at home, when I was off, unless it was like Armageddon. “OK, see you in 20.”

	Weeping Willow Part 14 Gator Nose by **Sigh** Copyright© 2019 plaintivesigh All Rights Reserved.

“Okay. Bend over. Hmmmn. I see no bumpiness; all is smooth as silk. You should take some pix for your boyfriend. Not of your crotch, mind you – just in the suit in general.”

“URK!!” gulped Willow.

For people who are on banker’s hours, the weekends are great for multiple reasons. The days named after Saturn and the sun are a break from their day to day routines. These days are used to relax from the stress of their life. These days are important to keep a good work/life balance. After having these two days people feel recharged and able to go back to the daily grind of their work. Lastly, after the break there is a reset. A restart to erase little disagreements which need no work other than time away to be amended.

VENNgence Is Mine 3 revised

A Trust Machines story

This should be the last installment of Marvin's story. Thanks to dkfenger and trismegistusshandy for pointing out the errors and giving me some helpful suggestions.

Any errors left are mine.

While college campuses have changed with the times, Venn Machines have sped up those changes.

Like with the rest of the world, most people look exactly the way that they want to look.

They came for me during sixth-period Geometry and led me out of class in handcuffs. It was so embarrassing, but it could have been worse.

Mrs Beale asked what I was being charged with, but the officers refused to say. So there was that. I didn't know what the charge would be, but I did know what crime I had committed.

Teaser: This is another excerpt from my still-incomplete sequel to "A Bikini Beach Summer", and is set immediately before "Bikini Beach: Ellen's Daughter Visits". Attorney Glenn Matsumoto has to consult with Bikini Beach's Grandmother for professional reasons.

It’s the last day of November and Judy is picking me up from school. We’re going into Daisy City again but not to do aerobics or see Thelma, who redid my nails yesterday. Now my fingernails are a glittery fuchsia color. My toes will be done the same way tomorrow. I can’t wait.

But today, I have an appointment with a Doctor Emily Pandora who will doing my operation. It’s a consultation and she will be explaining the procedure with me.

I've been chewing on ideas for other stories, but this won't let me ignore it, so here's another of Susie's Days - see Susie Saturdays for the first.

The data block tells me it was an early twentieth century writer called Mark Twain who said ‘History doesn’t repeat itself, but often it rhymes.’ That was before the internet never mind the data block. I came to realise what that implied when it became obvious Julian was not a little boy.

I’m really nervous as Judy drives me to school. My stomach is full of butterflies as I’m about to go to school as Suzie for the first time. Judy picked a nice mini-dress with a blue flower pattern. It’s pretty but I have to be careful to keep the skirt part down so my peach panties isn’t exposed under my taupe pantyhose. Of course I’m wearing my B-cup falsies. I’m also wearing a pair of white open toed platform shoes that show off my pretty plum toes. I’m going to be changing nail polish colors when I see Thelma on Thursday and I want the color to be the same as my fingernails this time.

Brett sighed, the sigh of one who was weary of the whole world, a sound that had no business coming out of a fifteen year old. “Mum’s a user. She’s not at home for days at a time. I know what she’s doing, but don’t want to talk about it.” I just nodded. “When she’s home she’s out of it. There’s me, Jonno and Sophie. Jonno’s seven and Sophie’s five. There were others but they died when they were only babies before mum left the hospital. I’ve been collecting the family allowance for a couple of years now. I hide the book so Mum can’t get it, or we’d have nothing to eat. I can’t afford to get caught nicking anything, or the others will get taken into care. S’pose that’s what’s going to happen now anyway isn’t it?”