Something has broken deep inside me. I cry on the inside, laying in their arms, while I try to process what has happened. Something has happened inside my head and it’s devastating.

Sometimes a hooker would cry after sex. I tried to get offended, but the truth was, I never really cared that much. Not even enough to look down on them for it.

Now the emotional tole of the last two days, hell the last three months, is hitting me more deeply than I thought I could feel. These damn lesbians have mind-fucked me.

Shadowsblade a Whateley Tale: Written by Shadowsblade

Created for war and forged in pain, dealing with demons within and without.

The Bob’s Gun’s have to get a lot of escrow together, so in the meantime I have nothing to do, but nothing to do.

Get a bra Elven. Put on the sexy boots again.

I go back to the hanger, get into the bunk house, and pick up something with fringe. I don’t have anything in white, or cream. You’ll see the black through my white crop top, but it’s tiny so I decide that’s okay, and put it in my purse.

The filter is probably done by now. Lets check with Mitch.

"That feels so much better, doesn't it? Now honey...tell me your name." Jade whispered as she squeezed her lover's breast.
"Muh...my name...Brittany...Booker...oooh..." the former superheroine spoke involuntarily as she felt the smoke capture Powyr. She held the cigarette and sucked slowly again, forgetting more and more of her past.

Jem… Chapter 200

Jem…Chapter 200 by Bailey Summers Copyright © 2013 Bailey Summers All Rights Reserved.

Shadowsblade a Whateley Tale: Written by Shadowsblade

Created for war and forged in pain, dealing with demons within and without.

Synopsis: Alex gets to know Jen a little better, and finds out she knows a lot more than she lets on. She also learns whether or not Jen will help her get hormones.

Mark Patterson has had a terrible time with nightmares all his life. On his thirtieth birthday he received a cold case that alters his life forever.

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Chapter !!: Let the Games Begin Part 2

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They were pointed, like an elf or such. When she cleared her throat to break my staring, "Hi, I'm Ranger Lawrence, but my
friends call me Freya." Then in a whisper, "I can tell you're a very 'special' girl, most people don't see my ears being
different because of a glammer."

I stammered out. "I'm ... Georgie, um, Georgette Lawrence. We have the same last name." Smiling warmly returning hers.

An excoriating treatise on the problems that rot the very core of monarchy and its relationship with the common man. Or it's a story about princesses, dresses, and the kind of the things that the Mercynaries should probably put a stop to.
A Mercynaries story from: http://sincomics.com/

After breakfast with her mothers. Angie and Carol took the girls with them to a tattoo parlor owned by one of the MC members. Angel had The Property of Carol Wallace tattoo in big letters on her right breast, just like she had seen her mother Angie’s several years ago. As for the one on Carol, she didn’t give Carol a choice where it was place. She had it placed on the left hand side of her neck. Just like her mother D.A. did with Angie’s name. This way Carol couldn’t hide it. The tattoo said The Property of Angel Dakota Swan with an angel resting on top of her middle name.

Angel smiles as she snuggles closer to Carol. She was resting her head on her right shoulder and her hand was resting on her breast. Carol’s arm was wrapped around her as they slept close to each other. The two of them had made love most of the night and she had enjoyed every minute of it. It had been a long time since someone has made her feel like she did last night. Carol had touched her in places that the men she had slept with had never touched. Angel closes her eyes and let herself drift off to a peaceful sleep.

Carol was thinking about everything Angel had told her last night on the way to work. Angel had said she was going to file for custody for the girls. She also said she wanted her to be part of that life as well. The question was, was she ready to become a mother and a wife? She knew how Angel felt because of her background. Angel had told her about her past and that if it hadn’t been for D.A. and Angie. She would had died that day for sure.

The continuation of Angel from the The Sirens series as she builds her life.

Several Weeks Later:

Angel stood looking at the gravestone of her birth mother with D.A. and Angie by her side. She had on a green dress that matched her eyes and white tights. Her shoes matched the color of her dress and she had her hair styled and pulled back into a ponytail. Her fingernails had been painted a light green color and had tiny butterflies painted on them. Angel still wore the Angel necklace that Rachel had put on her the day they had found her.

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Chapter 9: The Second Step

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Looking across at Keara, she had a very knowing smile on her face. Why that little vixen was so going to get tickled

mercilessly when I got the chance at home.

And Now

I smiled across at Keara, letting her know I was onto her dupicedice, and to let her know how much I really loved her. Her

only reaction was to mouth silently to me, 'Be good to her.' I nodded to acknowledge her.

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Chapter 8: "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step" Lao Tzu (6th century BC)

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