Getting my third slice out early as am jettin east for a couple o weeks n don’t know if I’ll be able to access the interknit while I’m away. Thanks again for all the wonderful comments n PMs on the second slice, I just hope this one tastes as good, can’t believe it’s still Friday…. Take care my baby.

Joseph smiled because he realised he’d added “necessarily” to his “Not in a dress” thought. He knew this was the other way around of saying: “Possibly in a dress. Maybe in a dress. Perhaps in a dress.” Was it possible that Seren had a future? Was it possible that he wanted Seren to have a future?

I am afraid of no man...one woman... and here she comes.

What a good boy…Chapter 15

Chapter 15

I’m not sure if it’s the sex.

It’s likely the sex.

I’m calling what I’m doing sex, like with the toys.

Guess who's coming to dinner?

Thanks everyone for being so kind about my first ever posting on BCTS, especially for the wonderful comments n PMs I think I’ve replied to y’all n I hope you like this second slice…. Take care my baby.

This crazy Friday was raising so many unanswered questions. Was this business running on child labour? How did Ms Wilson know his girl name when he’d only been given it less than an hour ago? Exactly who, or what, is the agency? Did he really have to come back tomorrow and if so, as Joseph or Seren?

Jem…Chapter 67

Chapter 67

I’m smiling as I get to the van and Rayne takes the guitar case and gets it put in the back with hers. I smile at that and the fact that she’s opening my door for me. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

We’re kind of both smiling and she gets in and starts the van up and we head out not even really driving fast just that relaxing kind of cruising. If it was warmer out we’d have the windows down instead of up with the heater on.

The everyday normal life of a college coed.

The chapter brought to you courtesy of the United States Postal Service.

It Had To Be You.
By
Angharad.

The History of Bad Break Ups: Page one, Chapter one.

“They loved each other too much.”

Lucky Number Thirteen...

After the few guys who planned to remain in the Army said goodbye to the rest of us slackers, those of us who had been mustered out yesterday and who stuck around just to attend the party each went our own way after promising to continue contact. Per normal, I was the designated mule or point of contact since I had a relatively known and fixed address. Everyone could continually update me so if someone wanted to know where someone else was I could provide that information so long as everyone kept me updated. Most of them did which worked out pretty well in the long run.

My first ever posting of the first chapter of my first story on BCTS …. Take care my baby.

Joe was older than his sister by 11 months, but you’d never guess. Where she was confident, he hesitated. Where she was independent, he seemed incapable. Where she thrived on responsibility, you couldn’t trust Joseph with anything. Not that he was a naughty child, just incredibly accident prone. Joe was not a boy you could leave home alone …