Mystery or Suspense

Model Makers 17: One down part three and Desperation part one

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He didn't like anything he was looking at. The gauges didn't show any signs of life when he flipped the switches. Everything was dead. This wasn't good. There was no noise from below to tell him the little diesel was even trying to start when he turned the switches on.

He dropped down into the galley where Karen was pumping water into the sink. "I don't have any batteries this morning. I think I forgot to turn off the radios last night and the mooring lights drained everything."

He opened the hatch leading into the engine room. Karen could hear him complaining about boats in general, as he tried to crank the diesel over by hand.

Foreign influence: part 15

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twenty

The next morning I got up early, showered quickly and put on the grey dress I had been given by Marion. It was half past five as I got into the kitchen, I wanted to get to Davidwache before everybody else to check out what had been done while I was having some girl time with Maureen. After having had my coffee as quietly as possible I decided to get my make up on at the station and wrote a note for Angela, asking her to come whenever she felt ready and to leave Sasha with Biggi again. Then I put on the nice peep toe pumps than came with the dress, grabbed my trench coat and bag and headed off to Davidwache shortly afterwards.

Off the Books - Part 2

The revelation from my Doctor that I no longer had any ‘dangly bits’ as he called them was not altogether a shock but the realisation that I would have to ‘pee’ sitting down for the rest of my life was the real downer.

“There is an alternative to life as a eunuch you know?” he offered.

“Gee, thanks doc,” I replied slightly sarcastically.

“We could make… a vagina.”

“What to do you mean make a vagina?”

“We didn’t cut the remains of your penis off. All we did was repair the damage and re-route your waterworks. Your Penis was pretty badly damaged from a function point of view but the fleshy bits are not that bad. There is plenty of bits that still have a decent blood flow that can be used to make a very passable vagina. From my POV as a surgeon, it would be that different from a run of the mill sex change operation.”

I sank back onto the bed and started to weep.
“I’d end up looking like some poor tranny then, but for real?”

The Living VS The Dead

The Living VS. The Dead
 
By: Sandy Riedel
 

I grabbed Lisa’s hand and pulled her into the mansion, gasping for air, and slammed the door behind us. I looked back at her; a mixture of pool water and sweat dripped down her face. She was shivering and I wasn’t sure if it was from being cold or from being scared.

Self-made Man, Umm Person

Self-made Man, Umm Person
 
By BillieBob

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What if it only took the power of thought to make things possible? Just imagine your future and make it real. If you have the tools to do it. Mainly, yourself, and only limited by your imagination!

The River of Shadows

The River of Shadows
by Alyssa Plant

 
A high school senior heads to Boston to visit his sister for Halloween. A twist of fate reveals something they would never have admited alone... and it proves to be the one thing that may keep them alive when the best laid plans of a group of college students are lain waste by a force of terrible evil and corruption that has thrived for centuries... Can Charlie Kane be strong enough to live? or will the River of Shadows claim yet another victim...?

Foreign influence: part 14

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eighteen

As I had in my mind to have a chat with Domenica after the scheduled meeting for Wednesday, the next morning I dressed in the jeans mini, the black high heeled boots and the silver grey lambswool jumper and made myself up carefully. I had to meet the team at Davidwache and 3B, Maureen and Irene were not to meet for their guided tour before round about lunchtime I was hoping for a bit of quiet time with my colleagues, but to my surprise 3B turned up in the middle of Klaus’s update on what he and Bernd had discovered the day before. He was without Maureen and as he sat down next to me he whispered in my ear that Maureen and Sasha were raiding the main shopping area in the city together and that I looked very much the part. I felt obliged to introduce him to those, who had not yet seen him and asked Klaus to forgive the interruption. As he took up his recital again I translated for 3B, who listened attentively. As Klaus had finished he asked me to be allowed to say something for all our benefit. I agreed, knowing his resourcefulness and experience.

Foreign influence: part 13

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seventeen

I had not set an alarm, but since I wanted to use the early morning hours to talk to Harry I woke up at six o'clock. Angela and Sasha were sleeping like babies and so I slid silently out of bed and showered. I had got dressed in the green mini dress, made myself up and brewed a coffee before Angela appeared in the kitchen door asking sleepily:
"What on earth are you doing up at this ungodly hour, my love?"

Model Makers 16: One down part two

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David reached across the seat and played with her hair. "Can we kiss and make up?"

"No! I’m still mad at you for doubting me." She folded her arms across her chest.

"It wasn't you I doubted and him I don't trust."

"Same thing. I designed him and he’s a part of me."

A Thief’s Problem –chp2


A Thief’s Problem.

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Sister Magdalena, a.k.a. Angelic DeMarco, finds evidence of more than just illegal art trade while recovering a stolen painting in the home of a known criminal. Her investigation leds to the US and a very problematic situation with the US Department of Justice.

by Snowfall and Jessie Wolf.

Dedicated to the men and women of the US Marshal Service.

Edited by my husband Paul, and AJC Snowfall.

~o~O~o~

This is a work of fiction an any persons in this work are purely fictional.


Foreign influence: part 12

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sixteen

I did not sleep all that well that night, too much being on my mind. I woke up feeling Angela watching me as I held Sasha sleeping in my arms. The girl looked like an innocent little angel.
"Hard to imagine, seeing her like that, what an acute observation and intuitive perception she has." whispered Angela in my ear "She seems so much older than her years sometimes. And what a shame it is you cannot be a mother." she added smiling lovingly and kissing me softly on the lips.

Foreign influence: part 11

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fourteen


But our day was not over yet. As we got home we found Biggi and her bodyguard in the kitchen, Biggi already quite tipsy. There was an empty bottle of bubbly and two glasses of wine on the table. The officer had decided, realizing that Angela was not home to take the relay, that he had to stay until our return. I apologized sincerely for my thoughtlessness but he just smiled and said:
"I am sure, Frau Kommissar, that you had a lot on your mind today, my pains being to the very end of the list, and rightly so."
"What?" broke in Biggi her speech suddenly clear "Frau Kommissar? Are you joking, Fred?"
So they were on first name basis now, were they? All the better, I supposed.

Foreign influence: part 10

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thirteen

I awoke refreshed in my love’s arms, happily purring my delight at her presence into her lovely bosom. Angela tenderly stroked my hair and then lifted my face so that she could kiss me.
"You were almost dead on your feet, Monika." she said softly "Go easy my love, go easy!"
"I promise to try, love of my life, but this case is taking turns as if it was a snake and had a life of it’s own. And I'm a bit tired by all that emotional turmoil, that I never before have had to experience in any case I've handled."
"It certainly seems a lot to cope with a bad case and on top to find yourself quite suddenly turned into a woman, have fallen deeply in love and, as if that was not enough, responsible to deal with everybody's emotional problems. Anything I can do to help?"
"Be there for me, darling, I need you! If you could do more depends on this morning's meeting. But then, the two of us might be completely out of it already and not know it."

Model Makers 15: One down part one

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ONE DOWN

There wasn't one single company capable of matching the quality of work Karen and Henry were doing. Most of them tried to duplicate her work by ordering a model and disassembling it to find out how she accomplished it. Piece by piece, their lab technicians would dissect her models. At the end they experienced the same results as the medical research laboratories. Except for being polymer instead of skin and bone, it was an exact duplicate of the entire human anatomy. The programming she was running to complete one model had to be horrendous and yet she never made two models alike. The bytes of data Karen was using was incomprehensible to most model makers. They weren't programmers though, most of them were chemical engineers designing the plastics used in their manufacturing. Karen was a computer engineer who worked on the design of the models from a graphics equation perspective. Henry helped research the plastics used to build the models. Same problem to all the companies competing in the model market. Different approach by the engineers.

Off the Books - Part 1

[At a second floor flat in Chelsea around 21:00 on a Monday evening.]

“Hello?”

“I’m sorry, there is no Roy Meier on this number. I’ve only just moved here so he might be a previous occupant.”

“Yes, I am sure that he does not live here.”

“No, I won’t give you my name. I don’t know who the hell you are. You could be a serial rapist for all I know.”

“Goodbye.”

I put the phone down. I was shaking like a leaf. I had been named this Roy Meier but in a previous life. If the caller really had put 2 and 2 together then I was well and truly up shit creek big time.

Foreign influence: part 9

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eleven

So far, we agreed as we sat around our small kitchen table, we had been mostly successful. Therefore I had earned myself the treat I was now in for, Angela said. I should try on the underwear and dress while she would prepare an evening meal, so I undressed and then Biggi started to dress me. I soon understood, why the women at the time had had maids, it seemed almost impossible to tie the corset and put on the dress without help. It was a marvellous experience, though, to be dressed in those clothes. Once I had put on the silk stockings and the underpants as well as the chemise, Biggi laid the corset around my waist and then tightened it almost to the full. My waist became very narrow indeed and when she then helped me into the underskirts my hips looked a lot wider. The feeling of being shaped like that by the corset was, contrary to my expectations, very pleasant. I had thought I would feel restricted but instead I felt supported in a very straight and proud posture.

Foreign influence: part 8

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ten

I didn't sleep all that well, too much was on my mind. So I was the first to be up and sneaked into the bath and then into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. When I looked at the clock it was just half past five, so I prepared a dough for fresh home made rolls and made some coffee, then sat having a first cup. I started a new list of what we now knew.

Foreign influence: part 7

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nine

The next morning we slept longer to recover from the excesses of the last two days: too much work, too little food, too much fun and too much alcohol. I needed a substantial breakfast and so, while Angela was still in the bathroom, I popped down to Winterhuder Weg, hastily dressed and again without any make-up, to get supplies. I got back with organic eggs, wholemeal toast, bacon, mushrooms, tomatoes, sausages and, best of all, real English Marmalade. As I entered the flat I smelled fresh coffee and hurried into the kitchen to show my loot. Angela was already fully dressed in a black mini dress and made up. She was almost speechless.

Model Makers 14: Betrayed

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CHAPTER V


BETRAYED

The days and weeks settled into some resemblance of order for David and Karen. By the end of the month, David had over two hundred mice with fuzzy feet. Karen laughed at him as she told him it would take very tiny clippers to shear them. She certainly didn't think the sheep industry should be worried yet. It would take a lot more mice than what David had to make one pair of mittens.

Foreign influence: part 6

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Seven

We had slept for almost an hour as the alarm went off. It was half past seven already and we hurried to get some clothes on and refresh our make-up. I opted for white lace knickers and garters with white stockings, the long soft skirt and the mohair jumper while Angela went for a soft body hugging knitted dress, neither of us wore too high heels. Dressed comfortably like that we quickly had a sandwich and shot off to see Veronika, who’s bell we rang just about half an hour later. Veronika opened the door dressed in a dirndl dress. She looked absolutely at home in it and it enhanced her motherly appearance while giving her a sexy touch at the same time, since her ample bosom was displayed decently but obviously above a tight waist and full skirt with the obligatory white apron. With it she wore old fashioned little white lace-up boots. I was instantly a little envious and Angela read me like an open book.

Foreign influence: part 5

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Six

As I opened the door Angela was waiting for me in the hall. She was already wearing her night dress and looked at me appraisingly. I proudly turned around in front of her and said:
"How do you like your new girlfriend?"
"Nice, darling! I told you you’d be even more sexy as a blonde, Monika."
"And right you were, too. I love it. How do you like the clothes?"
"They are just the right compromise between sexy and respectable. But I have something you have to wear now."

Foreign influence: part 4

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Five

The alarm, that we had set, went off far too early for what we’d been up to most of the night. We took our time to get out of bed. So much so, that Angela had to hurry to get to her shift in time and I had to either make myself up myself or go out without make-up. I did not feel like experimenting with make-up and so, when Angela was gone, I dressed in the trouser suit again and left for Reeperbahn to go to the cosmetics and lingerie place, where we had bought my black body to find out if they'd restyle my hair and do my make-up. Also I would be able to pick up my car, that had been sitting in Nobistor since I went wandering back to the Monika Bar.

A Thief’s Problem –chp1


A Thief’s Problem.

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Sister Magdalena, a.k.a. Angelic DeMarco, finds evidence of more than just illegal art trade while recovering a stolen painting in the home of a known criminal. Her investigation leads to the US and a very problematic situation with the US Department of Justice.

by Snowfall and Jessie Wolf.

Dedicated to the men and women of the US Marshal Service.

Edited by my husband Paul, and AJC Snowfall.

~o~O~o~

This is a work of fiction an any persons in this work are purely fictional.


Foreign influence: part 2

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Two

The door sprang open. Without thinking twice about it I slid into the corridor. I remembered the way I had come in and did what Angela had said, vanished in the woodwork. I walked like a whore and as if everything was normal, went down the stairs and found the front door with a normal handle. In the lobby was a stack of cards from taxi companies and I took one, then simply walked out the front door, completely forgetting the state of my dress and make-up. There was no one outside, just a dark driveway through a small park to the road.

Foreign influence: part 1

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Prolog

The boy was about eleven years old. He was standing near the wire fence that was separating the dunes from the beach. Slowly he climbed onto the post next to him, put first one foot on the wire, then two and started walking the wire like a rope towards the next post. He seemed quite sure in his footing, kept his balance well and progressed towards the next post with its paper basket (also made of steel wire) close to it. For a moment he seemed unsure and then he fell - or did he jump? - and landed, one leg inside and one leg out, in the paper basket, that was much higher than his little legs were long. His scream of pain scattered the holidaymaker’s beach idyll.

Foreign influence

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A dead body has been found and no clues as to who or why, only that is was definitely murder.
Undercover Kriminalhauptmeiser (detective lieutenent) Wolf Schwedt, a master of disguises, is
charged to investigate and is quckly realising, that he'll have to go under cover into the TG-scene
in Hamburg's red light district, Grosse Freiheit and the Monika Bar, to be precise.

Necessity is the Mother of Invention: Chapter 3

Necessity is the Mother of Invention

Chapter 3

The same accident that caused the loss of his leg at age six also stimulated the latent genetics that ran in his family to trigger a mutation. Although becoming one of the ‘exo-humans’ the government monitored would prove to be the least of David’s worries once he stumbled upon his family’s secret.

Brought to you by the warped mind of Nuuan

Model Makers 11: The Real Model part five

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What went before:

The phone was ringing and Henry put it on speaker as he answered it. "Department Fifty Four, Karen Long speaking, may I help you?"

Boy, was he good. Karen thought he sounded just like her.

"Karen, this is Bill Chambers secretary. Mr. Chambers wants you in his office immediately. Do you understand?"

Henry hesitated as he contemplated telling her, no, he didn't understand. For a fact, he was tempted, except he was sure it would cause trouble for Karen.

Karen picked up the phone. "Yes Betty, I understand."

Model Makers 10: The Real Model part four

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If you read this and think "I have read this already, please return to part nine, that was a glitch in posting. Part nine has new content, that needs to go before this, Sorry!

As Beth walked back to her office Karen started up her car. Now if she could get by Max, she would see if she could find a parking space in the tower. People who showed up late for work usually ended up parking across the street from Comm Tech and walking a half mile to work. If she was lucky someone would have already come and left today leaving her a spot.

Model Makers 9: The Real Model part three

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I am terribly sorry guys, but I had my preparations wrong so what I put here first was chapter ten. I have changed it now and apologise. Please if you read chapter nine before read this and then return to chapter ten, sorry sorry sorry. :( Monique.

An attractive brunette was standing in front of Bob's looking at the model Karen and Henry made that fateful night. Hanging back behind and looking everywhere was a teenage girl. She began tugging on her mother's purse.

"Mama, she's alive."

Her mother reached back and slapped her hand. "Would you stop that? She only looks real. She’s a dummy."

Viper: part 10

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Chapter nineteen:

We went to bed early, all three of us intent of being at our best, when we engaged the enemy. Up early as well we checked one last time all we had in the car and France checked my gun and ammunition just to make sure. I placed it in the bag, drew it with lightning speed, pretended to aim and put it back satisfied. Then we joined in the Chi Kung for gathering all possible energy and join our senses as a group. When the sun was fully over the horizon we set off.

Viper: part 9

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Chapter seventeen:

I didn’t have much hope for the mayor either, this day wasn’t going to be a happy one. Was there anywhere I could address myself to get someone to do something? Franco and Giovanni didn’t look very happy either. I didn’t think any of us had got much sleep, in Franco and my case none whatsoever and dad didn’t look like he’d slept much either. When Selena and Giulia appeared to find out what the shouting had been about and Selena took me in her arms I was ready to cry. Somehow her presence calmed me, though, and I snuggled deeply into her embrace. That was enough to tell her I was exhausted.

Viper: part 8

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Chapter fifteen:

I was tired having watched over Barbara, Tino and her girls, but I knew there might be a visit of some more Carabinieri, so I went and got washed, put some nice feminine clothes and make-up on and then clued Marina and Bianca up on what we had done during the night. Franco was soon back with me, also cleaned up, changed and wearing an after shave. I could not help a giggle.
“Out to impress your Queen, Dì yī qíshì?” I asked punching his shoulder playfully.
“Our quarters are not quite as luxurious as yours, Lóng nǚwáng. With all those others there was barely enough hot water to shave, so having realised your delicate nose I thought I’d rather disguise any smells.”

Viper: part 6

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Chapter eleven:

For a moment I had thought the Commissario would faint. Then it looked like he was going into shock, but slowly his senses were able to convince him, that he was NOT dreaming. Confusion and indecision battled in his expression, before he looked finally straight into my eyes. I smiled.
“Did you really think I was trying to deceive you with a story like mine? Nobody could possibly invent such a thing, Commissario.”
“You broke the solid oak table with that little fist of yours? How is that even possible?”

Viper: part 5

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Chapter nine:

Knowing that there were enough armed guards around the house for me to be woken by a considerable racket if someone tried to breach the property, which would give me time to prepare, I had a good night’s sleep. Marina and I were up and dressed before we woke Bianca. While Marina prepared her for the day I went to find Franco. He was getting the strongest of the remaining cars ready. He smiled as he saw me.

Viper: part 4

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Chapter seven:

This time the shit hit the fans. The next morning there were headlines all over the place. The house that had blown up was known to be the property of a high ranking Mafia family and there had been more than a dozen dead “soldiers” with broken necks plus quite a sizeable number of corpses burnt beyond recognition. The servants and Bianca’s parents alike had told the Carabinieri a story of the ghost of a woman known as Viper, who had come and killed all the soldiers and carried them from the explosion. As the Carabinieri did hardly find any traces at all and the guard dogs, four Dobermans, no less, had broken necks, too, the rumours spread rapidly. Nobody found any traces other than those of the people who lay the charges. The Vatican actually sent a group of priests to clear the site and Grandpa and I cracked up laughing at the news.

Viper: part 3

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Chapter five:

That night changed a lot of things and yet not. Our friends at school had always suspected that there was more between us than sisterly affection. They simply accepted what our relationship was. There were boys that tried to ridicule us, but Marina’s brothers, who were in more advanced classes, nevertheless let it be known, that whoever messed with us would have to face their retribution. Marina and I always giggled at that, as we both knew, what would happen to a boy who got too boisterous with me.

Viper: part 1

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Chapter one:

Life can be hard in some cases. How an individual copes is entirely up to the person’s character. Some choose to accept what is expected of them, others decide to make their own rules. In a lot of cases those who do think themselves superior to other human beings. A very few see their ability as an obligation to their fellow humans. Those who use that obligation in a completely selfless fashion are few and far between. My mother was one of the last category. She had been born on Christmas 1928 in Hamburg, Germany, and was not quite eleven years old, when the war broke out. She did not have an easy childhood, when she was 5 years old by accident she stumbled next to her mothers wash tub in her hurry and fell with her rear into the still almost boiling laundry. She showed me her bottom but once to warn me about tubs with hot water and the scars from the scalding were quite extensive. I was only four and they frightened me a lot. It took me until puberty, before I understood what effect that experience had had on her.

Viper

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 Viper

The big man behind the desk had a nasty smile on his face.
“You see, little woman, I can do any harm to your father I like.”
His smile wavered when he did not find the reaction in my eyes he expected. Instead he saw an ironic smile appear.
“That might be true,” I said while my right hand snuck into the handbag on my lap and under the money that seemed to fill it “under the condition you survive.”
My hand came up in a flash and with two noises that sounded like flop, flop, two holes appeared, one in each forehead of the two bodyguards, who flanked him. Now he was looking into the muzzle of the silencer on my .32 Walther PPK. I left exactly the time for panic to appear in his face, before I shot him, too.

Model Makers 6: Adjustments part two

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Before:
Karen cried off and on most of the day. She tried to run a program for a duplicate and gave up after several feeble attempts. It was impossible to keep her mind on what she was doing. Henry could have carried her though it, but he knew she didn't feel up to the task even if he did the whole thing. She finally made up her mind to stop feeling sorry for herself and told Henry just that.

Zodiac Coin: Scorpio

Zodiac Coin: Scorpio
By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006

Unprincipled legal gun for hire, Sam Ralston, is forced/brined to take on a charity case, a woman accused of threatening an urban drug lord who is one of Sam’s regular clients. The bribe is the Scorpio Coin, and Sam uses it in ways he never would have imagined. The result… read for yourself. The tale also contains the conclusion of the background tale of how the coins came to be.

Zodiac Coin: Scorpio
By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006

The Game - Chapter 5

The Game
by
Michele Nylons

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Chapter Five – Edinburgh

Petra goes to Edinburgh to confront Timothy and things don't go as planned. Second last chapter; who is the Quizmaster?

Model Makers 5: Adjustments part one

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ADJUSTMENTS

As chief executive officer for Commercial Technologies, Bill Chambers usually spent his day making internal memos and playing golf with executives from other companies. Every time an article made the news Bill always made sure he was mentioned as the driving force behind Commercial Technologies. He would pose for pictures with various dignitaries or company personnel when the public relations department was promoting the company or one of the departments. The day to day workings of Commercial Technologies, Bill left to the lesser personnel of the company. Karl Adder was one of those lesser personnel.

Model Makers 4: A mistake part four

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David and Karen made it to the entry door without someone right behind them. As soon as they were inside, Henry used the electronic security lock on the door. People could still get out by pushing on the crash bars, but it would be a minute before he unlocked the door and allowed anyone to get in. He would make sure no one followed David and Karen to their labs.

The Game - Chapter 1

The Game
by
Michele Nylons

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Chapter One – The Quizmaster

Twenty years ago six University students invented a game of dare. David Cashmore's dare required him to be feminised and humiliated. It was a joke that got out of hand for him and another of the Gamers. Something happened that night, a secret between the two of them. Now twenty years later David is being blackmailed by the Quizmaster and forced to undertake another dare which he has no choice but undertake while he tries to find out who is the mysterious Quizmaster and why he is being dragged into the past.

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