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Seeking a fresh start with a new job, Quinn Miller, a high school math teacher, finds himself participating in a Homecoming spirit week challenge that pushes him to his limits — in the girliest possible way...

Quinn Miller needs to grow up. Fresh off a divorce and already in his thirties, he knows he needs to settle down somewhere and establish roots. His new job teaching math at Garrison High School feels like the perfect way to make connections and build a lasting career. The only problem? It’s Homecoming season, and Quinn is not the school spirit type.

But Quinn knows if he’s going to get anywhere in life, he needs to embrace change. So why not sign up for one of the newly minted spirit week challenges? You know, something simple. Baking cookies for the bake sale, staying late to decorate the halls… or teaching a full day of class dressed as a girl.

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With Love,
Jennifer

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I focused on being with my three pregnant wives, and once a week as pregnant Sea Man Jody. My Sea Man form was actually the first one to show because the baby grows under only a thin layer of skin outside the body rather than in a uterus deep inside the body. It was a pretty small lump down by my navel, but it was visible a mere month into the pregnancy.

Tori has three questions, and answering them is proving considerably more complicated than anyone expected. Five women who have spent years building a happy life together are seriously considering whether there might be room for someone else. Nat thinks the discussion may require a lawyer, which is inconvenient because Tori is one, and Maddie is becoming increasingly impatient with everyone insisting on being reasonable. Chloe has reservations she can't quite put aside, and Sofia understands why this conversation deserves more care than their usual arguments over breakfast.

Across town, Steve is attempting to make risotto while learning considerably more about relationships than he ever expected to need to know. He's beginning to suspect that his feelings for these five women have wandered rather beyond ordinary friendship, although he's sensible enough to recognize that their relationship doesn't come with an invitation for additional members. Dennis, the paper Pegasus with a promising accounting career, offers his usual complete lack of useful advice. The risotto, at least, is coming along beautifully.

It's an interesting Sunday afternoon for six people who would probably be astonished to discover just how much they have on their minds in common.

The coffee maker beeps three times when it finishes and I've been ignoring it. The carafe's sitting on the warming plate, the machine ticking every thirty seconds the way it does when it hasn't been acknowledged. I can hear it from the desk.

Patience
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

Tiberius Brunt, Attorney at Law, was running late. Mark Dilman was waiting, having arrived slightly before the appointment, and checking his watch one minute after he was due to be met. But age had taught Mark patience.

Punctuality was something Brunt still struggled with, but he knew that he was still a half hour away from the office, He called Melody on the reception desk.

 
“I have something that might help you," he told me, his eyes glistening with excitement. "It’s just a drup of something.”

“A drup?” I repeated. “What on earth is that?’

“Give me a break!” he cried. “A drup, a druppel, a druppeltje! It’s a drop, a droplet, a tiny drop!”

“A tiny drop of what?”

I take a deep breath before knocking on the dance studio door, my hands still shaking with nerves following Bailey’s surprise.

“I- I’ll g- get it,” I hear Bailey say on the other side of the door, lessening my nerves somewhat — at least it’ll be her who sees me first.

Chapter 63: Dragon Instincts Unleashed

Sapphire lingered, her blue eyes locked onto mine, the air thick with tension neither of us quite understood. Her arms hung awkwardly by her sides, fingers twisting in the hem of her sleeve. The faintest flush crept up her cheeks as she finally admitted, voice barely above a whisper, “Yuqi, when you look at me like that, I feel weak-kneed.”

Children of Men
A Short Story for BJ
By Maryanne Peters

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