The muse hit me with this just as I woke up.

Beth woke to feeling warm and comfy in her bed. She stretched her arms above her head as she rolled over onto her back still under the covers. The spagetti straps of her purple nightie had bit into the one shoulder while she slept and she felt the strap loosen as she turned letting back in oxygen to that one spot. She had a smile on her face as she felt more than saw it was light outside and knew she was home.

Involuntary Secretary - Part 3
by Barbara Lynn Terry

Chapter 4 - Paula's second day of work.

Beth was staring out the side window of her parents Ford Focus as they drove up to the house she grew up in. In the driveway with a puddle under it sat her grandfathers old Dodge pickup. The one tire was raised so it looked as if her father was trying to fix something even in this cold weather. Beth did not really care about the old truck all she wanted to do was go to sleep in her soft bed and wish the day had never happened. She could see it all in her mind exactly what she wanted to do.

Beth was confused, hurt, and somewhat angry at her mother's strange remark. She did not have very long to ponder what it could possibly mean as the priest walked in starting the long funeral. Beth had an excellent view of her Grandmothers coffin. It was a symbol really since her grandmothers ashes were inside and a picture of her when she was much younger was on display over the coffin.

“Rachel.” Tracy said, in a soft, sweet voice. “Wake up, Rachel.”

“No. You got to get up now.” Tracy said as she got up and went to Rachel's bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and began to tickle at Rachel's ear. “You wouldn't be this tired if you hadn't stayed up all night.” Rachel turned over and tried to hide her ears from Tracy, so Tracy went to plan B and uncovered Rachel's feet and began tickling her toes.

Edited by Djkauf

Tracy returns! She's in Livermore, staying with friends and missing her mother, it can get better, right?

Beth had not seen her family in some time. Last year at Thanksgiving she had been so busy with studying for her exams that she couldn't get away. Then at Christmas she had volunteered as an elf for the children's ward at the hospital only finding out at the last minute her family was going away to visit her grandmother a few provinces away.

This is the first TG story I ever wrote, back in the 80's and originally posted it to a BBS called Feminet. It's apparently been floating around the web for some time and it was suggested I post it here. -- Ed

Chapter 26

We were quiet as the soup was served and remained that way as we began to eat. A few minutes later more coffee was poured.

“The soup is excellent,” James offered to our waiter.

This is supposed to be the cheerful time of year. The expected Merry Christmas greeting and salutation is given.

CHAPTER 45
We were in red. That was Larinda’s choice, not gowns but sharp suits, red, with little pill-box hats with a wisp of a veil just for the convention, and it was Simon’s idea that solved our problems.