Fugue, Part One
By Jillian

Chapter One
Tanya had barely entered the reception area of her doctor's office when she heard her name called. After making her way to the front desk she asked, “You called me?”

Looking up from her computer screen, the receptionist replied, “Yes, Miss Taylor. The doctor is ready for you.”

“Thanks,” Tanya responded as she reached for the door knob. After passing through the door and into the hallway she found her way to Dr. Sanchez' office.

Abraxes

May the gods and goddesses of our people bless the readers, especially those I love.

My name was Abraxes, and I was a slave. Despite this, the gods blessed me beyond all measure, and I will die as a member of the nobility. For my children, and their children, I wish to record what happened, so they may know how that happened, and thank the gods and goddesses who brought such joy into my life. The account I must relate is strange, stranger than any other I have heard of, but I swear by all our gods and goddesses that it is the truth.

This chapter dwells upon beverly's retirement and the handing over of control to her superintelligent twin grand-daughters.

Spacetran 21.

Girls,
Wendy, William’s twin.
Jessica and Charlotte, Ben’s (AKA Bennie’s,) twin sisters.
Dave and Eddie , Sherriff Jack Johnson’s boys.
Linda and Sandra, Sherriff Jack Johnson’s daughters.
Ray, Wendy’s husband, (Our son in Law.).
Khatia. Bennie’s secret Muslim wife.
Farina & Francine. Khatia and Bennie’s twin daughters.

Started 1pm Sat, written standing up at desk ,on a laptop on top of a stand on desk,wearing my yellow satin shortie nightie and wrap, fluffy 4” mules ,my rose collar with chain attached to it running to desk fixture. For the purposes of this story I have set it in the summer.

I await excitedly, but with trepidation for her flight to arrive, standing in my short black mini, a tight white mini t shirt over a black bra and my D breasts, a short black jacket, black satin panties and 4” black heels.

To See Through a Glass Darkly

Chapter 13

Sasha dozes off to find himself dreaming dreams of what he's lost and what he's gaining.

Julian

Sometimes a name is all you need, and sometimes its the wrong name

Last Full Measure
By Ellie Dauber  © 2010

This is another story of Jakov Pauli, an assassin who specializes in identity death.

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For the third time, Mike Ryan stared up from his booth at the clock on the wall of the diner. “14:33 hours,” he mumbled under his breath. “He’s late.”

“In point of fact,” a voice said, “that clock is five minutes fast. I am early.”

Mike spun around. A tall, slender man — about 40, Mike guessed — stood looking down at him. “Are you Pauli?” Mike asked.

A delightfully silly romp through the life of an actress with the unlikely name of Geoffrey. Unsuitable for mature audience.

. . .but today's not your day, and tomorrow isn't looking good either