Chapter Two – The Pussy Palace

Harlan and Pete Decker are holed up after their botched robbery at Supergirls nightclub. Detective Penelope Bishop is on their trail and so too is Russian-Mob Supremo Jennifer Jones. The two beautiful, intelligent, courageous trans women meet at the crime scene and sparks fly.

Lee sent over what the FBI had on the cases that could be released to Donald's department without all sorts of very lengthy approvals. Even with huge amounts of redaction, it took Donald two days to go through the files. They didn’t make pretty reading because it was as if he was reading a report from West Midlands rather than one from West Virginia. The similarity between all the cases was uncanny and slightly unnerving.

The news was full of it. A trans girl had been tortured to death by her father, brothers and uncles in Lahore. What was so shocking to the civilised world was the men freely admitted their rôles in the matter and justified it by saying it was a matter of honour that the killing had had to take place. The prosecution case had been summarily dismissed and the men had walked free to virtually universal public acclaim in the Islamic world.

Early Morning, Jack’s Ranch:
“Are you sure about this Mark?” Jack looks at Mark, Jester, Aylin, and Bree as they stood next to a black Subaru Forester Wilderness.

Mark and Aylin had talked about it and they wanted to drive back to New York instead of taking the Lear Jet. It would be a family vacation for them and they knew Bree would enjoy it. Jamie didn’t mind, she enjoyed the time she spent with Jack and Debbie.

The advert looked too good to be true. A room in a mansion, free rent in exchange for housework. Mark was between jobs and was living in a rundown bedsit. He had been mugged twice and had ran out of money.

Donald Murchison tried his hardest to keep at arms-length from the investigation into his son's disappearance, but after a very frustrating month, the lack of progress eventually spurred him into action.

Sarah found herself back on the towpath. Did that really happen. No it must have been an effect of the beating she received. She looked down and saw her torn stockings. There was no blood. Both her knees had been cut. It was 5 A.M. She had lost 8 hours!

Lizbeth deserves more in her life.
She has the skills and knowledge.
What she is critically missing is confidence.
So much, that her friend Colette has a rather unusual and extreme solution to try.

[A stand-alone story in the "Naughty Witches" verse]

[May 2015. At an office in the centre of Newcastle upon Tyne]
“Flowers for a J Parsons?” came the cry from the deliveryman who’d just entered the busy office.

Almost everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look towards a small man whose desk was right at the far end of the office and almost hidden by six grey filing cabinets.

Chapter 3.12

Wednesday, May 12^th, 2023

7PM

It had been a long day for Marcia. She was briefing Darryl, Mage, and Chet on what she’d found out from the two men. When she told them that Kirk was Wanda Gregory’s nephew, and Stephen’s cousin, Darryl just shook his head.

In contrast, Mage exclaimed, “I can’t believe how many people are related to each other in this case!”

Virtually Feminine - Part 11 - First Day - Again

Cathy goes into the office dressed as her true self for the first time.

[Mid June]

“That’s it… I’m done with school,” announced Kym as she returned home after her last exam.

“How did it go?” I asked more out of need than anything else. Her body language told me that she thought that she’d done well.

Link: Every Day Is Your Last Title Page and Description

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Sitting in Erica's office reading the printed copy of the finished manuscript, Brooke flipped through the final pages as she read the words, tears filling her eyes at the remembered heartbreak of losing her best friends. Wiping them away, she finally put down the papers.

Nyx changes out her chest plate for her armor. She’ll have to rebuild her older armor chest plate. While she is getting the replacement, she runs the list of local supply places you could get what was needed. She knew that the material needed to repair the other armor was special.

It was going to require specialized equipment as well. She does some research to see if she could locate some companies that would either carry the equipment. A long list appears on her computer screen. She tries narrowing it down, but there were just too many places.

Link: Every Day Is Your Last Title Page and Description

CAUTION - Highly Emotional Content

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I didn't hear about Jack or Rich until I'd been deployed to Bagram for over six months. When they extended our deployment another six, we were given ten-day Leaves. Mine came up first in rotation, so I got to fly back to Guam where I called Jenny as soon as I could get off base. She told me and I dug up the details after they were already buried and gone.

TheTrap

I know a lot of you don't like it when I write this femdom stuff. I wrote this after chatting to Freddie Clegg. He has written many stories set in "New Order" Britain.

It is a bit like Beverly Taff's "Feminine Queendom". The main difference is many of the women for some inexplicable reason seem to be into dominating men. Well this is just fantasy anyway.

A good man is like a good malt, to be savoured and enjoyed in the evening and an exceptionally good one well into the early hours, but I reckon I’d be in serious trouble if I ever found myself enjoying either with breakfast.