This long-awaited seventh chapter in the sequel to No Obligation pulls our heroine and her Champion to Las Vegas, to try her luck and skill against a familiar foe with a new love of body snatching.

CHAPTER 5
Once more, the pattern of my days was set by lists, names and club numbers, as we called criminal records. As with one nightmare of a prison visit, the pattern of offending seemed to be clear, just--- thankfully--- nowhere near as extreme. It fell into particular areas of social failure, and they all clung to the coat tails of self-destruction and lack of any sense of self-worth. Addictions of various kinds, steady theft and criminal damage habits seeming to be as much of a compulsion as drugs or alcohol.

My name is Nikki but it wasn't always my name they used to call me Nicolas witch never really fit. See I've always been small for my age all through school everyone seem to be taller then me even a lot of the girls were to. By the time i was in the 11th grade i was only five foot one my wight was 100 pounds my hair was wavy long light brown light blue eyes i always wore bright colors an most of my friends were girls cause i really didn't fit in well with guys my age an i had nothing in common with them.

“The Many Faces Go To War: Chapter 4”
By = Fayanora

Chapter Four: Dolores Umbridge

Notes: This is the second chapter of the sequel to “The Many Faces of Har---er, Adira Potter.” If you haven't read that series yet, this one isn't going to make much sense. Also, a reminder for anyone who forgot: the person formerly known as Harry still exists, she's just transgender in this one, her new name is Adira, nicknamed “Addy.”

Jerry Tanner has a a lot of experience with games, but can he survive being caught in a game played by the gods?

Barrack Room Betty
By
Michele Nylons

Chapter Ten – Sea Daddies and Sea Mommies

Michael Nyland graduates from recruit school and qualifies as an Able Seaman Writer and is posted to the Royal Navy flagship, the aircraft carrier Ark Royal. He settles into his duties and has put 'Michele' and the Barrack Room Bettys behind him. But Michele's past is not easy to escape, even at sea.

My name is Kevin Jackson. I am the third man in my family to carry that name. It used to mean something on this ship, but it doesn’t hold much weight anymore. My grandfather was captain, my father was the science officer and second in command, and I’m working the cash register at Main Street Electronics.

Moment of truth. I'm in the hospital's cybercafe. It's three am so I have the place to myself and I'm about to do what I've been putting off since Michael told me the secret, or at least, what he claimed was the secret. I google 'Marcus Julius Naso', the name Michael told me was mine. .

Then I look at my search results and shudder. I attempted to usurp the throne of the Roman Empire before being assassinated in 407 AD? Oh, wait, that's the wrong Marcus Julius Naso!

Barrack Room Betty
By
Michele Nylons

Chapter Nine – Pink Pussycats

The ROP has come to an end at HMS Chelmsford but not the girl's penchant for crossdressing. The 'grommets' get a week's leave and Michele takes her charges to Pink Pussycats nightclub for some fun. Jason turns up and drunk and tries to spoil the evening.

It was amazing, how quickly Stephanie and Jacqueline settled into a routine at Malcolm’s. Malcolm had had professional software for a long time, but Jacqueline managed to make a new spreadsheet to keep track of all the stuff that was going on with a client, that never showed up on accounting software like personal relationships or problems with the tax office and so on, and having had just one look at it, Cristina started to encourage Jacqueline to take some IT classes at the uni in her free time. Stephanie engaged in French literature classes, too.

CHAPTER 4
I lay with Blake that night, more at ease than I had been for years. So many of my worries had been eased by the trials, and now I saw an old friend happy and safe, and so clearly loved and in love. I mumbled into my husband’s chest without realising it, and he simply hugged me closer to him as Fritz rumbled from the top of my pillow.

“We need to report properly to Lainey, love”

“I texted her, sent a picture, yeah?”