Chapter Eight -- The First Fifteen

Archie and Sandra arrive home to find that their marriages, hanging together by a thread, are in dire jeopardy. We learn more about Charlotte's relationship with Quinn and what happened at the cottage that Charlotte liked to call 'One for the Boys' gentleman's club.

"A lot of things don't make sense. You're gonna have to narrow it down." I said.

"Yeah. Like how they got it in there in the first place." chimed Susan.

No. I meant, why are we on the third floor?" Seeing the confused look on Susan's and my face she continued before either of us could say anything. "Shouldn't there be rooms right below us?" We all stared at each other in silence for a moment, before all coming to the same idea. Without a word we all made our way back down the corridor, towards the staircase, and down to the second floor.

The parents of a troublesome teenage son finally had enough and sends him for special training. He gets more than she bargains for.

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Samantha lay in her bed, but she couldn't sleep feeling the Weight and stress of all the problems and events of the past few days.

Authors Note:

This work is set in the early stages of the Coronavirus outbreak. It's a work of fiction and if it offends you I apologize in advance. When I saw the reports of young people in Florida still going to the beach something in me wanted to tell a story about someone clueless as to how pandemics work. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this and have a wonderful day.

Golfing with Mom

This started out as a short story about princesses, somehow I got lost.

I was the youngest of three siblings growing up. My older sisters Kat and Debbie were both older by a year or two. My mom Joanne, and dad John, were products of the war generation which made my siblings and me ‘baby boomers’. I grew up in a suburban neighborhood and had a middle-class neighborhood upbringing.

"Where were you yesterday? Pansy asked as she and Tracy sat down at the table. "I know you don't like quidditch, but you just completely disappeared."

Of course she asked this as soon as I had taken a large bite of my pancakes, so she had to wait for my answer while I chewed. "I went up to the astronomy tower for some quiet and ended up taking a nap. I must have been exhausted because when I woke up it was already past curfew."

"Well it's a good thing you didn't get caught on your way back." Tracy opined.

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.

OOPS! This story is running away with me. It's looking like 4 episodes, sorry folks.

I couldn't sleep. I kept looking at the pictures I now have of Bellatrix, and the pictures I have of Lily and James. Why do the pictures of Lily and James fill me with anger, while the picture of someone I just found fill me with joy? I can see how I resemble the Potters, but the other me looks like Bellatrix. I decided to go back to the mirror. 'I know the book said it can drive men mad, but I'm not a man. I'm a girl. If it drives women mad as well then the book would have used the word people.' I said to myself, a weak justification I know, but I didn't really care at the moment.

The parents of a troublesome teenage son finally had enough and sends him for special training. He gets more than she bargains for.

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.

The parents of a troublesome teenage son finally had enough and sends him for special training. He gets more than she bargains for.