Many years ago, I wrote two stories called Angel and its sequel, Angel, A New Beginning. Ever since their posting, readers have been asking if I would ever write a third installment explaining 'Jeffery's Story'. I am happy to say that it is done and will be post here as the third story of the trilogy. Due to the years in between the first two and last, the writing style has changed slightly.

The pendant laid dormant in the plastic baggie next to my chair. I slowly looked from the clear bag, to the small infant sleeping quietly on the floor.

"What could have possessed you to try something so idiotic, Angel?" I sighed to myself. It had been almost three days since I had to transform her back.

I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye and dropped my head into the palms of my hands in exasperation, "Oh God... I am so tired!"

It seemed like it had been almost 72 hours since I slept last, because of her constant bawling... and the diaper changing. Looking at the sleeping form of Angel I sadly shook my head.

"I wished you would have never found that damn thing!" I looked back to the bag and its traitorous contents, "If only I would have known... I could have stopped her... now I'll never have my Angel again."

Jessica Rabbit written by Barbie Lee. Edited by Catherine Linda Michel. This is a re-edit and expanded version of the FM story.

The bleeding edge of research is called experimental for a very good reason. No one knows exactly where it is going to lead. Ricky needed help with his research. The only one he trusted was his boyhood lifelong friend Tom. Little boys never grow up, they get older. Ricky played a Halloween joke on Tom inside that experimental machine.
The Mexicans thought the lab was a drug lab and destroyed the lab and machine in their efforts to acquire it. The Cartel, Mexican Gov, FBI, CIA, NSA and even the Russians want what they think that lab was and the man who built it. Ricky and Jessica are forced to flee for their lives. How long can one hate their best friend for turning one into every man's wet dream with no way back?

When I’m with my boy friends at school, or anywhere else, no one questions who I am, even with my pretty face. It’s no wonder Frank the bully thought I was an easy mark, looking the way I do. I may be pretty, but I’m still not a sissy, just ask Frank and any of the other kids who look to me for protection.

As I’ve said already, I’m tough as nails, and I’ll do anything, any other boy will do. I’ve had the scrapes to prove it. Maybe that’s why I don’t object to looking like a pretty girl.

Who’s going to tease me about it?

Certainly not Frank or his cronies.
 

The second chapter in the sequel to No Obligation finds Becca and friends learning exactly whose mind she visited the night before … and why this particular adversary might be impossible for her to beat.

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