For the past few weeks Dottie has been teasing me.
I'm NOT a girlie girl!
Just because I like pink and have two tops in pink does not make me a girlie girl.
When I was 12... No! Maybe it was eleven?
Tough to remember since I have tried to keep that unfortunate incident of my past buried. Under concrete and steel buried.
In case people are wondering I've been working hard for the past bit everyday almost all day. I don't even have the energy to THINK of writing anything let alone actually write anything.
She is feeling a little down because a cashier made an obvious error and called her Sir.
I looked at my account and its past 12k kudos. I can only thank those who have been nice enough to read my stories and say that they like them.
zzzzzzz... huh... Gway!
No I don't have to write anything! I finished Beth's story that's all that matters.
Meh Belle is too long to write out right now I'm tired let me sleep.
Yeah right like anyone is remotely interested in Ashley!
I'm so overwhelmed by the responses from people.
I'd like to give a big thanks to:
Ole The first to donate
A big huggle thanks to Sephrena for her timely help.
Promptly at ten thirty on Thursday morning Beth was sitting in the chair in Professor Tandy's office a tea cup nearby. Beth had come prepared this time with a cup of tea of her own.
Okay! ^^ wooO! Tels balance is now covered! :)
Thank you for helping one of our own! ^^
True to the Professor's words David did return with a can of pop. Pepsi, not diet of course, however he at least managed to get her a straw of sorts.
Yes! I can play my computer game without miss nosey bothering me.
Snicker.. loading loading loading... critical error! What the... wait what is this message...
Artistic license is one thing but if I see another outright lie that new cars are safer compared to old ones I'll get really really nasty.
No way! You have done this to me before no more chapters on Ashley!
"....and that's like this weeks totally rad highlights for The Groove's rap pack night. Next weekend I hope ta like see yall at Zap Club dance max where your's truly will be swinging it down.
As always this is Ashley Bash TTFN!"
"Stupid skirt!" Beth was mad.
The trip to the professors office had been a waste of time.
Trying to post chapter 10 and I get validation error when I try to preview and have no clue as to why. Search pulls up nothing.
I was reading yet another petticoat punishment story when my muse wanted to know what happens afterwards. This is my attempt to answer that.
A few weeks ago I received some startling news.
Beth's afternoon classes were hectic. Her lab partner in her basic chem class was a bore. Ty was a nerdy know it all that liked to speak to her as if she was a product of a by gone era.
And promptly stalled the car as it jerked forward. Sancha in the passenger seat snickered at her while the boys in the parking lot were openly laughing at her. This made her nervous.
Melissa and Pete were still arguing vehemently as they got out of the FD after parking at the Smitty's restaurant.
Ever have one of those days where you wake up with a song in your head?
Hmm let me rephrase that I always have a song going in my head. It's why I almost never listen to a radio dont have to.
From the time I was very little I had always been pretty. Not cute, pretty. My mother dressed me in girls clothing and I was even prettier. Being pretty was my focus as a young child.
Beth pulled the old Diplomat into it's normal parking spot. She reached forward and turned off the chrome ignition.
'How did I let myself get talked into this?' Lil Jaci wondered to herself.
I sit here trying to find a way to put my life back together.
in the Wrong Box
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Some people may have been wondering why I haven't been posting.
I have been working on something, yes I know "she has yet another story going.."
Beth woke up groggily. She felt trapped for a moment before she realized that during the night the sheets had wrapped around her tightly.
I have not exactly stopped writing on Trip home, Belle, or any of my other stories.
I got uhm sidetracked into a "short story"
4 chapters so far and still going....
I always love how things are assumed by people. Many think that because the news spins it one way that its true. Sadly this is not the case.
Caution: The following story from my muse is bent in a really bad way. Just never and I repeat never wonder what would happen IF..
Cliff woke up and rolled over not yet wanting to open his eyes. He did not know what had woken him up and he did not care in the slightest.
The time is 12:40am December 21st.
Melissa woke up to sun shining into the bedroom window. She rolled over feeling feminine and a little sexy but very naughty in the satin nightie of Megan's.
Melissa started to hyperventilate. The thought that some guy was attracted to her was causing her to seriously panic. This was supposed to be a gag thing. Safe Petra said.
Jacilynn was trying very hard to keep her emotions down today. The minutes slipped by far to fast for her.
Beth was once again staring at the 50's outfit in the window of Rosy's after exiting the restaurant. She didn't know why but she found the outfit calling to a part of her somehow.
Beth's father just stared out the windshield. His hands tightened on the steering wheel but other than that there was no sign of his emotions. He said nothing for a few minutes.
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.
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.
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 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.
This is supposed to be the cheerful time of year. The expected Merry Christmas greeting and salutation is given.
The little girl was in her room and scared. She looked at the door to her room from her bed. She knew she should just get up and open it but she couldn't. It was far to frightening.
My name is Vincent J Wiggs. I know it sounds corny for a last name but that is really what it is or was. That's gonna take me a bit to explain.
It was the dead of night as the young catholic schoolgirl skipped across the parking lot. The old asphalt with its many cracks was still giving off heat from the long hot summers day.