More intrigue, shopping and a mystery letter. What will Cathy do? Read on and find out - assuming she ever decides!

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part LII

The violence begins, how will our heroine cope? Read on and see if she does or not...Oh dear!

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad
part LI

'Last night I dreamed I went to Manderley again.' Nah, wrong dream, wrong story...read on.

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad & D du Maurier.
Part 50 (Crikey that's half way to 100 - Don't even go there!).

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad
part 49.

Team Stryke is a multi-national para-military army dedicated to promoting peace world wide. The team is supported by the United Nations, bank-rolled by special interest groups dedicated to maintaining world peace even at the cost of human rights.
The team is trained in a series of skills that compose both military and civilian needs.
The technology used by the team is cutting edge, developed from U.F.O. technology found in various crash sites. ________________________________________________________________

College Girl
By poetheather
Chap 18

I awoke, my body sore and a desert in my mouth. I groaned as I sat up. I was in my room, with my teddy bear, posters and there was Gwen in her bed sound asleep. I was home.

I got up and headed to the bathroom. My bladder was more awake than I was and insisted that I get moving. I grabbed my shower caddy and left the room. There was no one in there, which was a bit odd, but I figured that it must be early in the morning. I had no idea what the time was as I hadn’t even looked at my clock.

Mario rose and helped Brenda from her chair. He wrapped her shawl around her shoulders and led her to the door and opened it for her. When they stepped outside he took her in his arms and kissed her softly. Brenda thought she would melt right there. She had never been kissed like this before. Their lips touching so softly and yet a passion flowed between them. Brenda was becoming very excited. Her nipples grew hard and she didn’t want this to stop! Mario pulled his lips from hers and looked deeply in her eyes.

“Brenda, I’m having feelings for you that I didn’t know existed. I think...I might be...falling in love with you.”

He saw the murderous fury in her slate grey eyes as she approached him, and he would have tried to get away but he was hurt too badly. All he could do was just lay there impassively until she reached down, grabbed a handful of the front of his shirt and once again picked him up against the wall. He felt himself losing consciousness as she moved her face very close to his. With their noses a hairs breadth apart, and her smoldering grey eyes starring pitilessly in to his, he could feel her breath on his lips as she spoke.

"If you ever," she began with a tone that would have frozen molten iron instantly, "do that again, they will be prying your bones out of this wall, because that will be all that is left of you to send home to Mommy for your burial. Am I making myself perfectly clear?"

Grief and hope? Reconcilliation - what do you think? Read on and see if you were right!

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad & L. Armstrong.
part 45.

Keep the tissues handy and tighten your seat belts, Stella is driving!

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad & Virginia Creeper.
part 44.

College Girl
By poetheather
Chap 17

I was nervous. This whole situation was fairly unreal. I mean, I wanted to go back to this, to being a girl and I didn’t know why. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to explain it if asked and that didn’t help matters. I just felt like I wanted to complete this. Sure part of it was my pride and my sense of honor, but not completely. Hell, part of this I wasn’t sure I wanted to tell Meredith. Would she even understand?

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part 42

Simon paid the bill and escorted me back to his Volvo, it was much cooler and I shivered a little. I didn't really have a suitable coat or wrap to go with the dress, so I had to put up with it.

"You're shivering," observed Simon.

"It's cooler than I expected," I said feeling rather stupid.

More trouble for the author as she struggles with her colon and the odd comma!

As for the story, if you haven't got the gist of it by now, take up long distance knitting.

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad and Phyl O'san.
part 40! (I knew I shoulda done the blog instead).

"What time is Simon collecting you?"

"He said seven thirty," I replied still swishing about in the dress.

        Pulling the pillow off of her head, Christina forced her eyes to focus on the alarm clock. "Crap," she yawned. It was already past eight; she'd slept late yet again. She had spent most of last night Googling taxation problems to no avail. Dropping her bare feet onto the cold floor, she went into the bathroom. Her eyes winced in the pale light as she took stock of what she saw. As usual, after her Oak Grove vacations, Christina was still a girl. Even without her false breasts in place and with her disheveled morning hair, there was no doubt about it. Her powder blue cotton pj's, which were covered from head to toe with yellow chicks, certainly didn't help her cause. She was in a difficult spot- she would be returning home for Christmas, so she did not have the luxury of getting a haircut. She'd just have to find some way of making herself a convincing boy in the meantime.

More killer of serials stuff and nonsense. Officially the only uplifting thing is a bra - hope you can find one or two others as well!

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part 37b cup.

Serial boredom for the beginner, easy reading.

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part 36.

After another fight with ANOTHER girlfriend, Jake asks "God, why are men and women so different?”
...and GOD answers him!

Who's kissing who?

The continuing saga of the perils of transitioning, boys and drink.

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part 34.

I went out into the street with Big Mac and the others, some of whom were fooling around or joking, there was a sort of party atmosphere which was unusual for a thursday night.