Easy As Falling Asleep
by Angharad
part 239.

I cuddled up to Simon in our bed, actually my bed, but he seemed to spend more time in it than his own. I told him about my concern about the Russian woman and what Henry had said.

"I think he's right. Remember, as my fiancee you are part of the family, plus an employee of the bank."

Synopsis: Sometimes you find yourself saying the wrong thing, at the wrong time for the wrong reason. Sometimes you aren't the only one.

My sleep was peppered with nightmares. Okay, more like several variations of one nightmare in particular. Every time I’d get to sleep I’d see Joey either attacking me, or harming those around me, or in one case outing me to all his redneck buddies as a transsexual.

An old story of mine. I wonder if I should have entitled it "Dashed" instead. A good friend of mine read it and said it read like a Twilight Zone story or an Outer Limits tale. I don't know but I kind of like the dystopic feel.

In the clutches of the sadistic Sato, Jane Masters faces the toughest of tests. CAUTION: this segment contains explicit descriptions of mental and physical torture and bondage...

I sat on the bed and picked up Teddy. At least he didn’t have a go at me and listened to me, even though I was far too old for him and shouldn’t talk to him really.

Jane Masters gets in deeper and deeper as her investigation into the Red Fist continues. And what is the secret of Room 497...?

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad
part 236.

I had spent a night getting used to the sounds of hospital. I was still dozy and drifted in and out of sleep. My groin didn't feel much different, in fact I couldn't feel much at all, which I hoped was just down to painkillers, morphine and friends.

Tragedy of the Spirit Part 18 Birthday, Friends and School for the Summer.

Easy As Going Off A Bloke.
by Angharad.
part 235.

I was sitting on my bed feeling sorry for myself and anger for Simon. He had come up once and I had thrown him out, not literally, he's too big for that. But he didn't stay to hear my tongue lashing, can't say I blame him.

The Greatest Lie, Chapter 17
You Can’t Go Home Again
By Alexandra Rios
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