Right after my honeymoon, I left Frank to visit with my family who had missed our impulsive Las Vegas wedding. I boarded a plane in Denver to fly to Dallas where theyd meet me. I expected everyone to be at the airport, their usual habit. Mom, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle Charles, two brothers and two sisters. I hadnt seen them in over a year since going off to college. The flight was uneventful except for a brat, two rows ahead and across on the left of the aisle,

It wasnt easy to pull together a vacation in two weeks, but somehow Parker managed it. He even arranged a couple days off from work so we could have a long weekend. "We arent going anywhere fancy," he said apologetically on the way to the airport. "But at least it will be some one-on-one time for us." "So where are we going?" I asked. Parker hadnt told me yet. "Youll see, Jemma.

Death, then, becomes a case not of doing something to yourself, its just...not doing anything to stay alive. You savor those eighty seconds from jump to pulling the ripcord, that moment that tastes so much like Death, like wine from a limited stock to be relished for its unique essence. The wind whipped my face into a frenzy. A lot of that was the fact that I was falling, of course. Down toward the drop zone near the airfield below, a spiderweb of landing strips and roads and ramps and there,

It was my first flight...and to say I was scared is the understatement of the millennium. The monstrous plane eased up to the loading area...my stomach began to quiver...Im only 18 years old...way too young to die...gulp Hey...Im a serviceman...what do I have to be scared of? Ive been trained to kill, no?...Ok not really kill...more like trained to train civilian graphics designers working for the US Government...contractors they called them... But I digress... Well be boarding in an hour...whew! Wish I was somewhere else...*whistle...damn...mouth s dry...

Jean got back to the apartment to find it empty. She expected Ellie to be home. At three in the morning, she began to worry. She called security, no answer. At four she was frantic. Where was she? Anything could have happened to Ellie. Jean envisioned her being raped and left for dead in some alleyway. She again checked in Ellies room for a clue to her whereabouts. Nothing. This was unlike Ellie.

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I reached into my pocket first this time. I already knew that there were some coins there; I had felt them as I pushed through the doors. But I was deathly afraid that Wizen had done something stupid, like giving me an Eisenhower silver dollar. To my relief, the coin I pulled out was era-appropriate. I tossed it onto the bar. The saloonkeeper put a bottle of whiskey onto the table. "Join me, Deputy?" I asked.

I had known James all my life, but at a distance. We were both children of the founding fathers of the Great Lakes Bank and Trust. The first time I remembered meeting him, he pulled my hair. I cried. After that, he seemed to stay away for me. He lived in Birmingham. I lived in Grosse Point Shores. For those of you not familiar, let me say the difference was Old Money in the Points and new money out there in the west. There was a difference. My high school was Dominican. His was Catholic Central. My college was Siena Heights, also Dominican. His college was the University of Michigan-Dearborn. His major was pre-law. Mine was art history.

Thanks to deliciously_naughty, who dared me to write this, and proofread it, and to bridgetkeeney, who talked me through some tough corners even though its not her cup of tea. The content of course, remains a produce of my twisted imagination. It is not for everyone. If throwing off the shackles of gender identity is not appealing, hit" back" now. "Stevie, what the hell . . . ?" I turned.

Having suspected danger, Colt had used his gift to scan his mothers house and that was when he discovered Tricia immobilized. He did a quick surface scan and was startled to find her empty. For the first time in his new life he felt real fear. He then dove deeper into Tricias mind and only after sifting through complete darkness did he come across a small box held by a thin thread. Colt nudged the box and discovered Tricia inside. "Colt, please help me! Please get me out of here!" Tricia screamed in panic. Colt felt happy that he found her but there was a lingering fear of the