Hello and welcome to my readers. I appreciate your votes, comments and feedback on my previous submittals. It is always a pleasure to hear from you. Thanks to my editor Rogue Lurker for her invaluable assistance in the preparation of this story. _________________________ "Attention, everyone, attention. One more selection and rehearsal is over for today....
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Had I really said those words to her? I mean...I shook my head slowly, chastising myself. What did it matter? I'd sacrificed everything for this woman. How could she not know? Here I was, after spending a small fortune to find her, lying beside her in this piece of shit hotel bed, the warm feel of her pressed against me as she slept...the smell of her...the...
Note that the following events took place in 1981, long before there was any "Don't ask, don't tell" policy in place in the military. Being an active lesbian was risking your career, especially for an officer. Note, too, that the minimum drinking age in Georgia was lowered to 18 in 1972, just before the events depicted in the flashback scenes. *** I was d...
Chapter One (June 1997) The old Temperance Hall was packed with anxious sixth form students from three different schools, a lot of them ready to take their last-ever A-level exam. The final Physics paper kicked off at 9am. Two and a half hours later, in many cases, it would be the end of the trail. Well okay, so would-be chemists had another sitting to en...
Foreword Hello I'm here again, Heather Hunter reporting for duty, ready, willing and able. And please don't worry about me being long-winded this time around. I was extremely nervous when I first put my thoughts down in writing. Tentatively rereading my rashly written Loving Made Easy, it shows. Good grief; doesn't it just! This time that ain't gonna happ...
© 2007 by Penelope Street Even looking back, I remember the exact moment I first laid eyes on Andrea Marshall. I'm certain my heart missed a beat. Or two. I guess I didn't know she was different at that moment, but I still felt it. "Mrs. Larson?" she queried, rising from behind her desk to reveal a form that, even in an A-line skirt and tweed jacket, was c...
Authors Note: Well, I can see now why there's hardly any stories involving survival and apocalyptic themes on this site. I had to edit out most of the violence so I don't know, I hope this reads like a genuine survival love story regardless. Had I known there was a prohibition, I wouldn't have written this story. But I have, so. As a disclaimer, this story...
© 2006 by Penelope Street With a sigh of disgust, I got up from my kitchen table and made my way to the ringing phone. "Hello?" I snapped, expecting to hear a creditor on the other end. "Sandy? It's me, Melissa." In a moment, my bitterness vanished, replaced by a smile that spread across my face. "Hey! Two weeks from today, right?" "Yeah, two weeks....
I'm kicking myself. This really should have been posted BEFORE the first Modern Day Cavegirls chapter. This happens the day before Su-jin meets Jodi. If you've read that chapter, then you've seen Su-jin's personality come out of her shame and unhappiness. In this, she's just arrived in New Mexico with not much more in her pocket than a little lint. She'd...