Lizzie Jane was a little scared, not knowing what to expect -- meeting people that knew her, but she was sure that she would not recognize them. Also, her old boy friend, Jake, would probably be there, too. She prayed that he would be off fishing or something.

"You will have experiences that will help you grow and become responsible members of society," Agent Mitchell said.

"Your other partner in crime is also being held accountable. Nick is just now waking up to a big surprise as well," laughed Agent Johnson.

Chapter 9 - Aftermath

"Do we want to set any ground rules for this?" I asked.

"Wow, like what?"

"That neither of us insults the other and that if we are feeling upset or uptight, we pause for a moment."

"I came here to tell you how much I love you, not insult you."

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part 205.

E.A.F.O.A.B. Point Of View: Simon's View-1

. . . I have more desirable men chasing me than you have shoes!”

. . . It’s all been about how you look . . . and that’s just not enough.”

. . . I am not a bimbo!”

Part 8 b: Tragedy of the spirit.

I slowly began to wonder if I had made the right choices. Was I bad person for leaving when I did? Did the choice to leave make any sense to me. Being 15 when I left and being on the road for over a year now I wondered?. Have those choices I made a lifetime ago it seems , make any sense?.

Curling up on the sofa she quietly sobbed and let out her pain. This really was it. This was the pain of childbirth; her second birth, her new life. She was grounded now, this was her place, and she wasn’t just visiting. The reality hit her hard. She could quite possibly never see her family again. And this thought rocked her very being.

I had barely sent it when it rang. It was Simon, hardly a surprise.

"Hello Babe,"

"I didn't think I was your babe anymore."

"Oh," I could hear the pain in his voice. "Oh okay, can I take you out to dinner tonight?"

"That's very short notice," I wasn't feeling helpful.

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad (who actually fell off a bike today!)
part 203.

This chapter is very descriptive of farm life in the 1950's in Alabama for many farmers. To begin getting her memory back, Lizzie Jane must begin re-living these moments in her mind.

Eulogy for an Old Friendship
Chapter 1

Caitlin's life just keeps getting more and more bizarre. Rebecca was Pregnant? Who was the father? When did this happen? What was going on?

Sandy realizes that the girl her dad had a fling with, is a good friend of hers. Sandy talks with her and finds out what happened. Will this help Sandy control her dad? Both Sandy and Em had a very good laugh about it.

"Gosh Stella, maybe you should be reading this, not me." I said in true humility.

"Letter to the Corinthians 13:1," I had to learn the frigging thing by heart because I threw a tampon at Maisie Plummer."

"You what?" I gasped before erupting with laughter.

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad
part 201.

Matt McCoy — now Madeline Moreau — is on the run for a crime he did not commit, and a murder which she did….after returning home to Chicago, Maddy discovers a shocking secret about her past.

A Murder Misstery Returns
 © 2008 by Nom de Plume

I didn't want to, I needed some peace and quiet and here was another Cameron telling me what to do. "Erm, Henry, can we leave it a few days?"

"Of course you can, but indulge me and tell me there's no one else."

I felt quite wounded and angry at this remark. "I have to go Henry, goodbye."

Easy As Falling Off A Bike
by Angharad
part 200.

" I got us dates with four of the hottest pieces of ass at James Madison High School" Josh bragged.

" Who are they? asked Bill.

" Stacy Ross, Tracy Reynolds and their sisters Sarah and Jill" said Josh.

" I get Jill!" said Bill. " I saw her walk down the hall on Monday and I knew she has to be my next notch"

" I want Stacy" said Josh.

" I'll take Tracy" said Stan

"NO"

"Why is that?"

"It was horrible!"

. . . Omigod! You’re embarrassed, aren’t you? You don’t want people to see you kissing another woman because they’ll know you’re a lesbian! You are such a fraud!. . .

. . . Sweetie, why didn’t you say something? You were the one keeping the secret, . .

. . . I met a man. . .

Folks, I thank all of you who have had the patience to put up with my long intro. Finally, it looks like the story is going somewhere. Not far, but at least a few questions get answered.

As usual, feedback is appreciated.