Easy As Stepping On A Rake!
by:Angharad
part:338

Listening to Simon offering to behave himself in future almost had me laughing out loud. He was unaware that I had heard Stella’s call to him, telling him to pull his socks up, or else.

The Greener Mile - Part 5 Conclusion

Chapter 28

Easy As Falling In A Lake
by: her
part: 337

“I have to go back to Bristol, for a few days. I’d be grateful if you could let me know if any of your captive meeces look like birthing.”

“I can try, they don’t give massive notice.”

Easy As Hauling A Pike.
by: >^^< the baddest cat in Dorset!
part: 28 dozen

"So how are things with Simon?"

"Fine," was all I said.

"So why don't I believe you?" He said very quietly.

"I don't know, maybe you don't understand English."

"Ha ha. I don't believe you."

"That's your problem, now are we going to order or discuss my relationship?"

"We could do both."

This one is to short.
But hey?

Ain't that just like life :)

And I was right, it was a veritable feast out there, and enough for us all I might add. Sadly my two lady's found the scones almost gone by the time their dainty eating habits allowed them to search for some.

Luckily for them I had already foreseen that problem and hijacked a bowl for our private consumption. But there was a price to be paid here I decided.

Easy As Handling A Spike.
by >^^<
part:335

Having showered the evening before, I washed down, not needing to wet my hair again. I tied it in a ponytail, and dressed very casually. I had no idea what Des would want to do–I mean with regard to the film.

There was never any love lost between me and my sister. We fought constantly as kids, and now as adults we still drove each other---and everyone around us---crazy. When our spell-slinging grandmother decided to teach us a lesson by body swapping us, our bitter feuding soon led us to a grotesque new form of combat, which before it was all over would get crazy indeed...

"You are gonna have SUCH a headache tomorrow!" laughed my sister as he started banging his head against the wall, grunting with each impact, putting a row of jagged craters into the plaster.

Smashing the nearly empty whiskey bottle across the end of the table, I raised it toward my cheek, tittering, "Gee, it's a shame what happened to your pretty face-"

We should have listened to Grandma. Terrible things can happen when you don't...