Both Maureen and Monika had been surprised and also delighted by Julie. On their way back to Belgravia in a taxi they happily chatted away about the day they had experienced. At the hotel they were up to their room and in bed in a flash. Sleep was a while off, though, when they started cuddling.

A lifetime of reflections, Joanie’s final purge: “You Hook My Bra and I’ll Hook Yours”

Our story follows 72 year old Joanie from a confused childhood to her Golden Years. Joanie reflects on the events and quirks of fate that led her to becoming Joanie. Her story culminates in her final purge.

Have you ever wanted to take a less traveled road? Have you ever regretted not taking a different route or trying something different? Michelle showed me the way; I have no regrets. Over the years I have wondered where and how she got her ‘road map’.

A lifetime of reflections, Joanie’s final purge: “You Hook My Bra and I’ll Hook Yours”

Our story follows Joanie from a confused childhood to her Golden Years. Joanie reflects on the events and quirks of fate that led her to becoming Joanie. At 72 years of age, flashbacks and self reflection, allow us to better understand her lifelong search to understand ‘how’ and ‘why’. “Why me?” she asks.

(This story is semiautobiographical adult fiction. Explicit content. There are six chapters. All rights reserved. Comments are appreciated.)

The penultimate story part. Taylor's news hits hard. The families enjoy the holidays then come together for Taylor's final match. She starts a new chapter in life now that wrestling is off the table.

Taylor helps not one but TWO people dealing with gender issues while getting an offer that she can't refuse. Apologies for the abundance of characters but being a Winnisimmet Tales tie-in it's normal

Sorry for the delay again. When we left off, Taylor was helping her neighbors with their transgender child. They were about to meet the rest of her neighbor's family to introduce their niece. Fate has a funny way of making things complicated as the past meets the present for Taylor's family.

The next day was spent with preparations for the wedding. While Rani fitted everyone with the garments she had chosen or made for everyone from Exeter, the family went into the Henna ceremony for Deepika. Monika and Maureen O’Connor were fitted for their sarees first. Both, Maureen and Monika were amazed, how comfortable and at the same time beautiful the Sarees were. No one was prepared, though, for what happened with Stephanie. Bhavana had brought the black wig with her and had persuaded Steph to become the Indian girl again.
When Steph came out dressed in her saree and the wig the surprise on everybody’s faces apart from her love and the housemates was almost funny to watch. Even Monika was wide eyed in wonder. She really looked like an Indian woman. Claire and Jacqueline were speechless. But then it was their term after Maureen had been fitted. She, of course, looked fabulous in a saree, too. But then, Steph thought, she’d still look gorgeous wearing a burlap sack.

I am reposting this original post from 2009. It did okay the first time and I got some really good stories which added to it in great ways... but I've always felt so much more could be done and written, so I'm re-opening

THE HOME THAT LOVE BUILT universe.

Taylor takes the final step and makes Killer accept his fate while helping mend old wounds. The call of the ring grows stronger, and with nothing to hold her back anymore Taylor's vow to never wrestle again weakens. Also, another callback to "...You Are Cordially Invited To An Epilog" is made as the adaptation of Wendy White-Clark's book premiers

This story is completely different from my usual stories. This time I’ve written a sweet romantic fairy tale. I hope some of those who don’t like my usual stories will like this one and that those who like my usual stories don’t get too disappointed.

Once upon a time in a place beyond our world and time there was a village. The village had had a quiet existence for centuries. The inhabitants were quite happy with that. They only knew all too well that living in interesting times was not something that ordinary peasants enjoyed.

Of course life was not perfect. Sometimes harvests were bad. Three rich farmers had managed to get control of the village. Human weaknesses such as envy, greed, lack of courage, intolerance … were no strangers to the people in the village. However, in general life was good in the village. Then things got interesting!

To complete the experience they all travelled down to Lynmouth in the cliff railway, three loving couples holding hands while looking out over the estuary towards Wales. Steph shivered slightly with the memory of Milford Haven but shook it off and looked at Monika as if to say that this side was much nicer. Monika, who had walked the full Pembrokeshire coast path could very well relate to what Stephanie had said had hit her, when she saw the refineries and industrial harbour. On her many walks she had encountered more such abominations, always in the most beautiful spots.

Dania licks her lips to wipe away the rest of the blood still cling to her lips. The drug dealer she killed lies at her feet with two small holes in the side of his neck from where she had puncture the vein located under the skin. She just looks down at his lifeless body. He was a parasite; living off the misery of those he sold his drugs too. She searches through his pants pockets and such, looking for his drug money. She finds it hidden along with the rest of his stash. She pours some under his nose, so the cops would believe he died of a drug overdose.