This is a sequel to ‘Weight Loss Fun’. Anna and Dan Nelson launched a new weight program for Dan, but now it was time to turn up the heat a little, so to speak. You don’t need to read ‘WLF’ to enjoy this story, but it would give the reader a little perspective.

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Anna, I’m going for a swim, be back in a few.” “Make sure you wear your new swim cap dear, you need to protect your hair from the chlorine or your new blonde highlights will turn green!”

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Toddling Along

All the work I post here is in its first draft format. I do this so that you can still read what I'm writing and so you have a reason to buy my books when they are edited and published, alongside supporting me as a person of course.

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I swiped on my mother's name in my address book. I stared at myself in the mirror as the phone rang and shakily rubbed a finger on my cheeks where my makeup was ruined.

Someone has to be the Patsy!! Part 17 – Contracts

We shattered a hole small enough to fit an arm through, Tina felt her way around and undid the deadbolt, and finally we got the door opened.

And rushed into the room with the fire extinguisher - only to stop cold.

Instrument
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

It all seemed easier that Manny had imagined. It certainly helped that he had a well-thought-out plan to follow. A plan that he would never have been able to formulate. Not in a million years.

Someone has to be the Patsy!! Part 15 – Going Out

I decided to take Ms Lukes advice and poured myself a tumbler full of liquor from a dusty bottle that had been my dad's. Like him, I seldom drank except with clients to be sociable, so the large glass of straight liquor hit me hard.

This is my story about my life in pantyhose and how it all began.

I grew up in a house with my single mom and my sister who was a two and a half years older than me. It was the summer of '86 and I was 8 years old. Back in those days it wasn't a big deal to leave a child my age at home by themselves. I lived on a street that had plenty of kids my own age and many of them were my friends. If I was home by myself and needed any help I had plenty of adults to go to.

Closer Friends
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

Part 1

Gabe yanked the towel back around his waist. “I wish you hadn’t seen that, man,” he said. The initial shock of being seen had been replaced by frustration. He needed to finally explain … at last. The dreaded day that “might come“, had arrived.

Mal’s eyes blazed. “What the fuck? What the fuck was that?”

Stiff Upper Lips
Inspired by John’s Message
By Maryanne Peters

Jonathan Hanscombe and Rupert Burlew had secured for themselves the two large leather armchairs by the window in the sitting room of Arthur’s in St. James. The window offered a view down the street of St. James Square (as it was then known) to the Gardens, but in the afternoon, it was the lightest area of the otherwise dark rooms of that ancient establishment.

Once the ice was broken, Tina and I quickly warmed up to Andi. She was sharp and funny and had a huge heart. Despite all the stuff she went through growing up and the tension and drama she saw daily working as an E.R. Nurse, she had the most cheerful outlook of anyone I'd ever known. Maybe knowing how tense and bleak life could be, she had a better appreciation of the micro-joys of each ordinary day.

A few days later I got a text from a number I didn't recognize. But I had a hunch.

“Hope you don't mind. I got your number from Zoe. What are you doing?”

Flicka
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

My father had left when I was not yet a teenager. I had only good memories of him, but our mother prohibited any contact between him and me or my younger brother. No explanation was ever given. Because any mention of him sent our mother off in tears or a rage (usually both) we simply never mentioned him.

My PC dinged indicating I had another email. It had been doing that all day so I ignored it. I'd wait as there were sure to be more. Several dings later I opened up my email and Christina's immediately caught my eye.

Christina, that's all I could think about. Was I crazy? Was I willing to take on the shitstorm that would probably come down on me if I took up with her? How would my clients react if they found out? And I'm sure my competitors inside and outside the office would be more than happy to let them know.

I had a momentary flash of anger until I realized what I had done. I had taken over and made decisions for her, decisions I wasn't entitled to make. A moment later we were apologizing to each other and laughing.

Since Devi didn’t come through the portal speaking Zyuni anymore, because the cabinet was in an apartment whose residents only spoke Stasari, Nidlaya had loaned her a language talisman, a gold necklace with a ruby pendant, which enabled her to speak and understand Zyuni.

Transwife
A Diatribe
By Maryanne Peters

This is not a happy story. I like a happy stories, but this is not one of those.

It started happily enough, from a point. Transgirl wrestles with her problem, transgirl comes out, transgirl cause family commotion, transgirl becomes accepted by family (all except one), transgirl transitions, transgirl becomes accepted at work (all except one), transgirl saves money, transgirl gets her dream anatomy, transgirl meets guy, transgirl falls in love, transgirl marries her man …

“I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

 

“You mean like when we get home?”

Searching
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

It barely rang twice. She was waiting for his call. He was always happy to hear her voice, whatever the circumstances. She asked: “Honey where are you?”

“I’m still in the Quarter,” he said. “I haven’t found him yet, but I have some news. It’s been very … unsettling.”

“Oh,” she said. She sounded very worried, so he felt that he needed to reassure her.

Partners
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters