The Lay of Lindte the Old

Part Sixteen

Part Fourteen

Malak flew down towards the green of the roof garden on the Chicago City Hall. He was planning to land where he could see many emergency responders waiting on the cordoned-off street. However, the sound of breaking glass diverted him. He saw a fire axe come out of a window on the top floor of offices, which was shortly followed by a woman. This was definitely not the Mayor; in fact, the window was on the county offices side.

Part Ten

Later, as they lay together after their lovemaking, Melody put a hand on John's chest.

"Does it bother you that I still think of her?"

He took her hand, pulled it to his lips and kissed her fingertips.

"Honey, I still think of her. She's the kind of person who is difficult to forget."

"You're very good at that," said Melody, amused.

"Eh?"

"Speaking the language of a man trying not to offend a woman."

"Heh."

She settled in closer to him and closed her eyes.

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Part Eight

His name was Hiram Ledbetter. His wife Constance was also his chief partner in this project. Blackpool and Aaron already knew this, as well as that she was his largest source of investment. Though there were many other investors, some of them rather surprising.

"The most telling of the items are in the vault," said Ledbetter, ushering all of them in that direction. "That's one reason I rented this building! This stuff is valuable and needs protection!"

For a rescue to be successful, those being rescued must still believe it's possible.

More talking heads, I'm afraid. This novel will have a slow build to action.

Part Two

Melody looked up as Aaron approached her open door, seeing him even before he knocked on the frame. She rose, smiling, to welcome him.

"I am very glad to see you. I've tried to keep up with what's happening to you and your town and clinic, but you people are all pretty quiet."

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.