Synopsis:When Robert's lying, habitual stealing, and attitude about women gets to be too much for his mother, she comes up with a Plan to help her delinquent son turn around. .

Don’t Blame Me…I’m A Martian-3

Chapter 3

I’m in here way too long.

Three days, I’m in here and they’ve run every test they can think of at the moment for their “Doctor-Like” interest. They don’t have a clue as to why I’m the way I am past the whole chimera thing and there’s been tests on most of my major organs and I swear they’d have opened me up just to take a better look.

Yes I’m pissy; it’s apparently my time of the month.

Phoenix London was a woman abuser and needed to be taught a lesson, a lesson he'd never forget.  The Rebirth of the Phoenix (SRU) ©2010 — Foxxe Wilder

  
(Author’s note: This story was previously released but has been re-released here in total with a few very minor changes)

by: Lesley Renee Charles

Part Seven

Queen Elizabeth, Christian and Dawn arrived at the palace where the ball was to be held a couple of days before the big ball. It was proper procedure for them to spend a few days at their host’s place.

Dawn was escorted into her bedchamber, where her maid proceeded to unpack Dawn’s lovely new ball gown. Dawn was told to lie down for a few hours, so that she will be well rested for the evening’s festivities. There was to be an elegant dinner and reception for the royal couple’s anniversary.

First I would like to thank those who responded to the poll questions. You have helped me to decide on a course of action for this story. Thank you again, for some very creative suggestions. Thank you for continuing to read all about Dawn.

by: Lesley Renee Charles

Part Five

First, I would like to thank Jezzi Belle Stewart for her suggestions. I have taken some of them and implemented them into the story. I hope you will enjoy the further adventures of Dawn. I want to thank everybody for their kind words regarding this story.

by: Lesley Renee Charles

Part 3

by: Lesley Renee Charles

Part One

Sir Eric decided to take a short cut through the forest. He was a 6’ tall. The sun glittered on his flaxen hair.

Suddenly he heard high-pitched laughter coming from his right side. He decided to see who could be out on a nice, sunny day. He peeked through some branches. He saw a lovely maiden. She appeared to be in her late teens, with her long golden hair flowing around her face and shoulders like a halo. Her complexion was so fair and clear, just like a porcelain doll.

Ed is a nuisance in class and is frequently kept behind at the end of lessons. He is your typical teenage rebel which teachers hate, but Miss Taylor particularly despises the young boy and so has a few plans for him....

So far Kyle has found it difficult to keep a deal he made with his mother: That if he wears girls’ clothes for a month that she would buy him a moped (a motor scooter). He’s not quite sure how it happened, but somehow he has become Demi, a full-time cross-dresser with a gay boyfriend and a lesbian lover. Everyone believes that Demi’s a transsexual, including her mother, who ‘knows’ that Demi has passed a gender test with a perfect score (for a transsexual) and is so keen on having breasts that she’s willing to go on TV to get implants.

Eerie Saloon: Seasons of Change -- Winter
By Ellie Dauber and Chris Leeson

Part 2 -- February

Sunday, February 4, 1872

Theo, Elizabeth, Laura, and Arsenio moved into one of the empty rows of chairs set up in the school for the Sunday worship service. They picked up the hymnals that were placed on two of the seats and sat down.

Elizabeth tugged on Laura's sleeve. "Who is that young woman up there in front," she whispered, pointing to the group seated on either side of the altar, "and what is she doing sitting there with -- those _are_ your church elders, aren't they?"

Eerie Saloon: Seasons of Change -- Winter
By Ellie Dauber and Christopher Leeson (c) 2010

Part 1 -- January

Monday, January 1, 1872

"Happy New Year, Mama," Ernesto and Lupe yelled, running into the room.

Maggie sat up with a start. "Not-not so loud, Ernesto." She tried to
shake her head, but stopped. The way her head hurt, she was afraid that
she'd shake something loose inside -- or maybe she already had.
"Please." She closed her eyes tightly against the brightness of the
morning.

"We are sorry, Mama," Lupe said in a whisper. "Are you sick like Uncle
Whit?"