Easy As Taking Candy From A Baby.
by Angharad (Bonzi's out killing things!)
part: 24 dozen (it is too gross!)

Easy As Getting Wet.
by Bonzi in boots.
part: 287. (nearly 24 dozen or is that two gross?)

We slept almost as soon as we got to bed, or at least I did. Despite my naps, I was exhausted. At some point during the night, I remember Simon waking me, I was crying in my sleep apparently.

It was lovely to wake with him still there, instead of dashing off to work. I looked at the clock, it was nearly eight o'clock. He was snoring gently as he lay on his back, his arm draped across my leg. I moved it gently without disturbing him and lay on my side, my head raised upon my elbow, watching him.

Hannah tries to fend off cabin fever while she waits for Detective Johnson to finally catch the ever elusive Joey. But will he be caught in time?

Easy As Falling Off A Bike
by Angharad
part:284

"Can't they make you Emeritus Professor?" I asked.

"Not if they want to save pennies."

"This is just so unfair," I felt tears coming to my eyes, "I was looking forward to working with you for years to come."

"Look, I might be prejudging the issue, they are looking to save money and we have to consider where the axe might fall."

Easy As Falling Off A Mike.
by: Angharad
part: 282.

I sat silently in the chair, the one opposite was empty as was the bed. Feeling my knees shaking, I stood up and looked around. The room was empty and the little bathroom attached was equally devoid of human life forms.

Easy As Writing Vacuous Ramblings.
by: Bonzi (back from jury service)
part 280.

I sat in the car with Monica chuckling to herself. "That surprised you, didn't it?"

Easy Gum Easy Blow!
by: Catwoman & Cat.
part:278

Easy As Falling Like Rain.
by: Bonzi (from the Miaowish by Angharad).
part: 277.

Easy Come Easy Go.
by Angharad (Bonzi as body double).
part: 25x11

Simon carried me up to the bedroom and laid me on the bed. I was still crying. I couldn't believe that Stella had attempted to hurt me, let alone kill me. Surely that was down to her illness, she wouldn't hurt a fly normally. My face was stinging and I remembered that was the result of her nails. She really had meant it.

Alexandra and Tran discover a kindred spirit and friend, real world pornstar Allenina, and the answer to the question, can porn be art?

Chapter 13
Does Life Imitate Art?

Charlotte’s Tale.
by Angharad.
Part 15.

We got home and were both still buzzing. How could singing a few songs with some old bloke have such an affect on me? His energy was amazing and it seemed to build as he went on, as if he’d absorbed it from the audience.

Easy As Biking In The Fall.
by: Bonzi Cat (translated by Angharad).
part: 270

E.A.F.O.A.B. Point Of View: Cathy's View-1

Easy As Falling Into Bed.
by Bonzi Cat in the original Miaowish, translated by Angharad!
part 266.

I awoke at the sound of the front door closing, Tom was either getting the milk in, or going to work. Moments later, the Landrover coughed into life and I knew he was off to work.

Easy, Westy, Northy, Southy.
By: Angharad
part 265.

I left at the end of visiting at eight. Stella seemed far more settled. She'd seen Dr Redhead again and his therapy was helping. She tried to explain it all to me, something about right brain, left brain and integrating it. I'll stick with real science, you know, counting beans, or in my case, dormice.

“Wait!” I said in a surprised tone. “A safe house? You mean like witness protection? What about my work? My apartment? What am I supposed to do with my stuff?”

“Slow down,” he said while holding his hands up to emphasize things. “We don’t know how long it’ll be, but I wouldn’t expect it to take too long. For now, anything you don’t have to have with you should stay here. I’ll have a uniform posted here as a guard, okay?”

“Will there be room for my upright?” I asked.

“I don’t know why not,” he responded before adding, “Which one is that?”

Queasy As Falling Off A Boat.
by: Hadarang
part:260

Easy Street.
by Angharad
part:259

I came away from the clinic feeling irritable, I was tired and fed up not helped by the mirth my actions with a certain rodent had caused. I felt like going to the university and wringing the neck of said rodent. If she been a Russian hamster, I think I might well have done.

“How different from us.” *
By Angharad.

Mollie Hawthorne, with an ‘e’ was fourteen today. She was having a party in the evening and she was looking forward to it with an anticipation she had never thought she’d feel again.

She bustled about the school with impatience, too excited to sit still for long let alone concentrate on boring chemistry or history. At fourteen what is history, something for old men to talk about? Mollie also had some history, although it was more recent than anything she was taught in school and more painful than anything before or since.