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Chapter 38 : Finger Lickin' Good
May. 27th, 2011 06:55 am
“Damn girl,” fumed Loki Beaker as he paced across the parking lot of the Kentucky Fried Chicken. “She’s never on time.”
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Chapter 35 : Would you know yet more?
Jun. 25th, 2010 03:31 pm
It was quiet in the Beaker household. There had not been any shouting for at least forty-five minutes.
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Dear Chloe and Lola
Jun. 24th, 2010 02:33 pm
Dear Chloe and Lola,
Once again I have not made good on my promise to write often. It feels like a lifetime has passed since the last time I wrote to you. I suppose, in a manner of speaking, one has.
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Chapter 34 : Let's Make a Deal
Mar. 29th, 2010 03:54 pm
I felt like there was a hunk of burning hot lead in the pit of my belly. It was almost too much for me to comprehend; my brother-in-law was responsible for my father’s abduction. I had always thought that John was a trifle strange, but it never occurred to me that he could be such a creep. Not only had he impregnated my father (I wasn’t even going to consider how it might have been done), he had also felt the need to spawn with my sister as well. This meant that Chloe and Lola were not only our half-sisters, but our nieces as well (and Jenny’s step-daughters!). It reminded me of that old Ray Stevens song, “I’m my own Grandpa”. The only difference was that the song was mildly amusing, while this whole situation was anything but.
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The warm morning sunshine felt wonderful on Nervous Subject’s naked head as he and Circe walked from their parking space to the car lot. It was a beautiful morning and, for once, Nervous felt optimistic, not only about what the day might bring, but his entire future. He was taking his first steps towards becoming his own man. He was not going to live under Loki’s thumb any longer. He was taking control of his life; today he was tackling his first objective in his total transformation.
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Chapter 32 : What a Body Wants, part two
Feb. 18th, 2010 03:57 pm
The second drive in the rusted out pick up was as quiet as the first, but not nearly as uncomfortable. Amber was not sure what would happen once they arrived at Bernard’s; nor was she sure what she wanted to happen. Part of Amber felt guilty for having agreed to go to his place, like she was perpetrating some sort of betrayal. She knew it was absurd to feel that way. There was nothing to betray.
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Chapter 32 : What a Body Wants, part one
Feb. 15th, 2010 11:51 pm
This is just silly, thought Amber as she brushed her teeth. There is no reason for me to be nervous. I’m just going out for dinner with Bunny.
She rinsed her mouth and ran her tongue over her teeth to make sure she hadn’t missed a spot. She found a bit on her front lower teeth that wasn’t as smooth and squeaky clean as the rest of her teeth and resumed brushing. It is just Bunny, she told herself again. You’ve known him since grade school; there is no reason to be nervous.
( Too much text, not enough pictures, swing dancing, and Chariots of Fire..... )
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Chapter 26 : Your Secret is Safe with Me
Dec. 2nd, 2009 11:03 pm
I folded up dad’s letter with the money tucked inside and carefully slid it back into the envelope. I was determined that, when I finally did find my half sisters, they would get everything that my father had intended them to get. Every letter I had read thus far had “Return to Sender” scribbled on the front of the envelope. Even though dad must have been very hurt when every envelope had been returned unwanted, he persisted in writing to his daughters at least every month. Every letter contained money and my father’s never failing conviction that we all would be united as a family one day. There were over two hundred letters in the bundles. I felt a little guilty reading them as they were never meant for my eyes, but it was like reading a chronicle of our lives. Dad mostly wrote about us kids in his letters and very rarely about himself. I felt closer to him as I read them.
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