Please note, I am the original author of this story. It was posted originally over on TG Storytime under the pen name A. Kent, I'm now attempting to finish it here. While I appreciate emails saying someone has stolen my work, in this case everything is kosher.

Ok back to my friend Jorge next time Jorge came to visit was on the weekend not quite as many kids again Jorge takes me by the hand and off we go into the woods this time I realize he's treating me differently but I follow his lead soon we can't see or hear anyone at the house and mom is busy the other kids are playing so no one's going to notice our absence for awhile again with your clothes on starting running through the woods naked I like the feeling of clothes on the fresh air and I liked to watch Jorge For some reason and the fact that we were in the woods and nude gave me a feeling

Saturday, September 8th

Charlotte and Anna board the ship that is taking her brother to Portugal. Anna catches the eye of a young midshipman and romance blossoms at the same time Charlotte starts to teach Anna her letters and numbers as to be a Ladies Companion Anna needs some education.

Let me give you some insight into the life I grew up with I am the second child in a large family So I grew up in a large family under a small rock and all was normal church on Sunday morning and fear God bless us all My grandma read the bible every night before bed
Mom was up at 4am to make Dad breakfast and lunch before you left for work at 5 am doing manual labor all day getting home at 6 pm so you get the gist I had everything that I needed not always everything that I wanted but what I needed

If you have not read Wine, Women and Ayla Parts 1 and 2 by the talented Whateley writer ElrodW, this story will make NO sense. It's a parody of it as retold after several months.
It's been posted with permission of Elrodw, so big thanks to him. Enjoy.

This is fanfiction, so it has nothing to do with canon, and should not be taken as such. I'm just playing in the sandbox they're nice enough to provide.
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On Saturday morning, Teri flew glumly to the table full of Whitman girls, holding her tray of so called breakfast that had been specially made just for her. A mouselike girl she didn't know very well, called Pepper, looked at the unflavoured porridge, buttered toast, a cut up apple, and a small cup of milk, and said, “My grandmother eats that for breakfast.”

There were about twenty people milling around. Someone pointed us to a table with name tags and told us to write our names and preferred pronouns.

I'm sorry I never meant to be this late posting the next chapter. I know how irritating it can be to be reading a story and have it go missing for a month and you have go back and read up. The fallout from my daddy's passing and one sister's refusal to talk sucked all creative energy from my heart.

Last week I started writing a trashy erotic story that I have no intention of posting in its current version but there's nothing like sex and sex scenes to spark my creative muse.. Again I apologize for the delay and will finish the posting for this book in the next two weeks.

As a gentle reminder in the last Chapter Atalanta was introduced to the Medawihla Indians who she is to spend Christmas with. While there she almost creates a diplomatic incident when she almost kills a visiting Were Moose and ends with the group back on school grounds.

Back at the school Mrs. Carson gets a call and a visitor and Atalanta reconnects with an old friend.

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. Calandri wasn't in the room with me, but I saw a set of clothes waiting for me at the foot of the bed, Crier was placed on top of them in a sheathe of gold. I put on the tight, red shorts that felt a lot like spandex but were more comfortable and a body hugging, sleeveless red top made of the same material. I didn't like the way they showed my body and my underwear, but Calandri had asked me to be pretty, and I didn't want to disappoint her.

Dr. Hendricks, sat at his computer drinking straight from a bottle of something that was strong enough to strip paint, and had been made that morning by one of the newest devisors to enter the school. He would have been crying, except that there were no tears left in him. Wincing at his cut lip that despite being numbed by the alcohol, still hurt, along with the black eye and numerous bruises that covered his body, he thought about the day. He should have been in bed, he had to work in the morning, but he couldn't. The horror was still too intense.

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I'm not the unluckiest boy in the world- far from it, in fact- but every morning I wake up cursing my life.

My name is Ashley Nathan Moore. I was born on the 12th of May 2003 to two very loving parents, who would subsequently have three more children- three girls. I'm the only boy in the family... And the frustration that it causes me is immeasurable.

Not that I don't love my sisters, of course, and they love me. Cassidy- the second of my three sisters- is always telling me how glad she is that I'm her big brother.

I realized that whatever Eric and I had had going was dead. Stone-cold dead.