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It was 2001 and the newly renamed ladies professional golf association had just renamed their organization. This came with strong support from all area’s of professional and amateur golfer’s all over the world.
Headquartered south of Jacksonberg, FL, the new organization’s sign was changed out front on the hearty and luxurious campus. Renamed the ‘Female Professional Golf Association that year, there was a new exodus of players from the amateur ranks that declared themselves pro’s by adjusted regulations allowed under the newly formed charter signed by the board members.
Much media attention and hype throughout the golfing industry included the PGA, FPGA, golf channels, sports networks, sports magazines, as well as golf magazines. The last one was their largest supporter of the new organization.
New applications for becoming members of the FPGA came in droves. Overall, there were approximately 300 apps from all over the world seeking membership into the FPGA.
What was significant about all of these apps, was one particular female prodigy. This prodigy was a confident young lady, whose game was on the rise. It was only overshadowed by her dads’ inability to understand her massive potential success.
Melissa Wend had been playing the game since she was five years old. Melissa was a fine young woman, who looked every bit of twenty-one years old. Not many knew her all that well. Only a hand full of women on the tour knew of her. They didn’t know how charming, sweet and respectful she actually was, but they would learn and begin to like this young lady soon enough.
Melissa was a tall, long legged young woman. Melissa didn’t physically show any signs of where her strength, as far as her distance came from, but she could hit the ball 310 to 340 yards easily. She out drove almost every female golfer she’s ever come up against. Her fairway and tee to green percentages were incredible.
This tall cute young lady had a good following when she played competitive rounds of golf. She even played against men who were good and handily beat the pants off them when she was even much younger.
As she grew up, she’d play against champions of area golf clubs and began to overcome them.
‘How can she do that? She hasn’t any apparent strength. She has that thin frame and no obvious sign of power’, many men would say. Others said it was hidden.
When they said it, other conversations would light up around the clubhouses afterwards how she was able to do it.
So how does she do what she does so well? The answer lies in three contrasting vicinities. One was her legs. Being as long as they were gave her a hidden power, which was a distinctive advantage. She was athletically versatile and when she pivoted her hips through her back swing, her modestly wide hips brought the advantageous power.
Her last asset was her upper body strength. For a young lady, she was much stronger and more physically mature then she wanted to be then most females her age.
Melissa was a phenomenon before her time. She looked as if she was 21 or 22. She was not and that was worrisome to her, her dad, and to Tour representatives. They guaranteed her parents, while she was on the tour, she would have a ‘nanny’ to take care of her. This ‘nanny’ became her surrogate parent in the form of a Guardian.
Why that was, the media asked all the time was because Melissa wasn’t 21. Melissa was much younger. Her interest and her welfare had to be kept in check! She was a sweet intelligent young woman. She was well educated. However, she was one thing above all and that was impressionable.
She was very impressionable! Her Guardian, Sandy Gustafson always kept guys away. They didn’t know anything about her.
But why the guys, why keep them away? Isn’t she playing the ladies pro tour one asked?
Yes, she did play the FPGA, but she also played in several men’s events while on the pro tour.
The guys loved it. They loved the competition. They loved playing with the attractive young woman who could play the game very well and at the same time was extremely polite… and much more then that too.
After about 4 months on tour, Melissa arrived for a men’s tournament. This was a mid-major tournament. It wasn’t prestigious. It did, however, give her experience against male’s who would toughen and grow her game to unquestionable heights.
Melissa was matched with a men’s amateur in the first round. He was a younger man like her who had his own phenomena going on. Not much was known about him either.
As they played, the gregarious young man made small talk, when possible. He had nothing to lose, as he felt honored to be able just to play in the event. On the other hand, she was out to prove a point that week. She was out to prove that women, if trained properly and practice long enough, women can compete with men on their playing ground.
With that said, Melissa didn’t converse openly with Tad Hebert, the young amateur. In fact, she had said something to her Guardian who in turn had requested from the tournament officials asking that Tad please refrain from conversing with her. She didn’t want the distraction at that time.
So after the 14th whole, he was approached by an official. Tad being embarrassed, called over to her, and said, ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it all.’
She smiled politely, waved delightfully back to him as if she was smitten by the guy. She was a little bit, but she wasn’t going to become involved while playing in a tournament or anytime soon, she thought.
Tad liked how she waved and remembered it for a long time to come.
After finishing her first round that day, she quietly went back to the ladies’ showers, undressed, and took a quickie to refresh her self. Coming out afterwards, many men took notice of what she wore.
She didn’t wear stylish outfits females wear her age. In fact, she did wear more age appropriate outfits, which would catch the eye of many younger men on the tour.
Her shapely legs could be identified easily as she wore a nice defining short skirt with a plaid button down top that enhanced her ‘larger’ upper physique. Yes, Melissa definitely was mature in specific respects.
The men were ‘very happy to accommodate her’. Her Guardian was not appreciative that they ‘thought’ along those lines. She knew what they were thinking. She tried to keep all of them at bay.
But as men are, they would approach her in various ways breaching what shouldn’t be breached! Their interests vacillated between Melissa and her Guardian, Sandy. Eventually, someone would charm Sandy a little and chip away at a semi-toxic exterior. Sandy would liken to a 31-year-old pro golfer. He was not aware of any transgressions going on between the other tour members and Melissa.
Like everyone else, they knew nothing or very little about Melissa. All they knew was she was a great ball striker. Yes, she was a exceptional golfer. She could hit it into cross winds, swirling winds, and hit into the most difficult pin placements quite well.
That’s what impressed them about this little known young lady. The other’s, well, they just liked having an attractive slender and mature appearing young lady out there relieving some of their stress.
Sandy knew many saw it that way. Melissa knew she was getting attention from guys who were maybe too old for her, but she liked some of the attention. On the other hand, she’d become a little conscientious of the looks she’d receive.
One would have to at her age, but maybe she got more stares then she should have. She began to hate the fact she was physically more grown-up in her upper body then most her age.
Her mom always told her, ‘Honey, it’s a fact of life that you will have those maternal genes and there isn’t going to be much you can do about it. You can love it and flaunt it, so it’s an advantage or you can do something about the ‘problem’. These
days sweetheart, with technology, a woman has various options available.’
When they had that ‘heart to heart’ talk, which Melissa never forgot, she became proud of her ‘heritage’, to a degree and slightly flaunted her assets while around some of those male golfers! Sometimes she would, but not always.
It depended on her mood, her situation, and her attitude. Normally she always had a positive mental attitude. That attitude rolled over and even influenced Sandy. Sandy was impressed by her mature behavior that reflected in Melissa’s approach to many things in her life.
Hence, Sandy would open up a little more herself to men she met through the tours. Sandy and Melissa became closer after that men’s tournament. The discussions Melissa with her own mom seemed to be similar to friendly chats Sandy and she would have.
After the second round, a young man who was twenty-two and in his third year on the men’s tour, came up and offered Melissa a few compliments. She was initially shy, but thanked him. She initially giggled, showing some signs of her age, which struck the young man, Todd Randall as odd, he wasn’t any wiser and essentially overlooked the possibility that she wasn’t twenty-one as almost all assumed she was.
Melissa didn’t even realize any of the male golfers thought she wasn’t as young as she was. She just assumed they knew how old. She talked about the same issues as guys on the tour did and that’s how she behaved. She fit right in and held her own.
Todd asked her, ‘Would you have any interest in going to dinner tonight with me? It doesn’t have to be anywhere fancy.’
‘Umm, replied Melissa, I don’t think so. Thanks for the offer, but I’mmmm, uhh… not able to. I’m not a…’ and she was cut off unexpectedly by the sound of Sandy’s voice.
Todd didn’t understand what she was about to say. She wasn’t able to go out with him and she didn’t get a chance to tell him.
‘Melissa, shouted Sandy, you about ready to go or do you want to stay a little while longer and practice your putting?’
Todd turned around to see Sandy. He smiled at her, but she looked right past him without acknowledging his presence. She talked to Melissa as if she was a child, which was unusual for her to behave that way around Melissa anymore.
‘Hi, I’m Todd Randall, said Todd. Is Melissa your sister? She played a heck of a game today. You ought to be happy for her. I was completely impressed by it.’
Sandy said curtly, ‘Nope, I’m not her sister.’
‘Oh, then you can’t be her mom, you are way too young to be her mom. No offense in any way, I hope you understand.’
‘None taken Todd, Sandy wasn’t too polite. Todd, how did you do today?’
‘I did okay, thanks for asking. I shot a 70. I’m one under so far for the tournament.’
‘Good, said Sandy, then you made the cut. That’s super.’
Melissa stood there as those two carried on a conversation. She began thinking about having dinner with Todd. How cool it would be to have dinner with a cute polite guy. She knew however, she wouldn’t have a chance. She thought about getting a chance even to get a good night kiss. She thought she could email all her friends back home and tell them how she got a kiss from this guy. Give all the cool details of the date. She thought of other things too. She could go online and post to her journal, if she had a chance too.
‘Well it was nice meeting you Melissa as well as you too Sandy. Have a good evening. Hey Melissa, think about my invitation, okay?’ He turned and ran to the locker room to shower and change.
‘What invitation was that, asked Sandy. Did Todd want to go to dinner with you? He wanted to take you out to dinner, didn’t he?’
Melissa looked at her in shame. Sandy could tell she felt ashamed.
‘Melissa, if you… well you understand what I mean. If you were older, I wouldn’t have a problem. You know I mean that. I’m sure Todd’s a great guy. But as your Guardian, I have to make sure you are making good safe choices and not doing stuff that could complicate your life. I have to, by law, make sure you stay out of trouble.’
‘I KNOW, I KNOW, said Melissa sharply, I JUST THOUGHT… ‘, and she trailed off.
‘You thought what? What did you think’, asked Sandy.
‘Sandy, it isn’t against the law to go to dinner with him. It isn’t against the law for him to take me to dinner you know that, right. Right Sandy, it isn’t is it?’
‘No Melissa, it isn’t. However, Melissa, if you go out tonight and your parents call and you aren’t around, and then what should I say?’
‘Sandy, we can make up a story, right? We could go over to the hotel now and call them and I could call first, as I’ve done in the past. That way they wouldn’t have to call later. Then I wouldn be able to go to dinner with Todd. Maybe he would still want to go out. Okay Sandy, is that okay?’
Sandy stood there in front of Melissa. She said she had to think about it all and any possible consequences that could arise and get anyone in trouble for going out.
‘Let me take a walk and I’ll think about this, you go practice your putting or hit some balls and I’ll be back in a half hour, okay?’
‘Melissa acted very mature at that point. She responded in an full-grown response. Sandy was impressed as she walked away. Melissa watched her for a little while and then went searching for Todd Randall.
Todd changed clothes and was over by the pool. His brother and sister in law came to watch him play. They were with their kids by the pool. Todd was talking to his brother and one nephew.
Quietly, without trying to interrupt his conversation, she called his out his name. Looking around to see who called his name, he saw her. ‘Hi Melissa, I thought you left. Tom this is Melissa. Melissa this is my brother.’ They shook hands. She impressed Tom with her firm handshake.
‘It’s nice to meet you, said Tom, so you’re the one, huh? You’re the infamous one who impresses every guy here with your game and other aspects.’
‘Huh, aspects, what do you mean aspects’, queried Melissa. Yep, I’m the one. That’s me out here playing. What did you mean by ‘other aspects’ Tom’, as she thought about her physical attributes, once again. She wondered if he meant her upper body.
‘Oh no, I’m sorry Melissa. Most of the people felt you must have great athletic ability to be able to hit a ball as far as you do.’
‘Ohhh okay, as she smiled freely. Thank you very much.’
Todd looked her over. He stared up and down admiring her beauty. She was looking at his brother Tom while he looked at her body. She did fill out well.
Tom’s wife, who was also very attractive and had a becoming hairstyle, walked over. She introduced herself and congratulated Melissa on a fine round. They hit it off well. They struck up their own conversation. She also thought Melissa was 21 or 22 maybe.
From there, Todd suggested, if Melissa was able to come, to go to dinner with him, Tom, and Tom’s wife. Tom and his wife were 26 and 25 respectively, so there wasn’t much age difference they figured.
They agreed tentatively until Melissa could talk to Sandy. She didn’t tell Todd she had to ask Sandy, but only that she had to do some other stuff first including practice a few things.
Eventually, she got Sandy’s approval. Melissa would just meet Todd back at the course, and she’d go with them from there. In a couple of hours, she went to dinner with a nice group of people, but older then herself.
Sandy, on the other hand, ran into that one golfer she spoke of earlier that day and they went to dinner uptown for a meal of lobster and shrimp. All had fun. In the end, Melissa received a nice hug from Todd that night followed with a warm kiss on her cheek.
It was perfect as perfect got and Melissa was on cloud nine. Her focus on what really was important initialized. She did not see it yet. Todd wanted to kiss her on her lips but felt he shouldn’t overstep his boundaries
yet, since this wasn’t a long-term relationship. On the other hand, Melissa would have agreed to kiss his lips openly for a couple of hours, if given the chance.
She was excited after getting home from her date and shouldn’t have gone on the date in the first place, doing so, kept her awake when she should been in bed long ago. Due to her enthusiasm afterwards, she ended staying up until 12:15AM.
The next morning, Melissa, Sandy, and Todd had to get up earlier then their normal schedule times. Melissa wanted to sleep in until 8:00 in the morning. However, seeing as how the field played out the day before, she was required to be up earlier then expected. She forgot to set her alarm, whereas Sandy was up promptly. Having been awake since 6:25AM, she saw that Melissa was still asleep.
She walked in and jiggled her so she would wake up quickly! Melissa lost some of her pre-shot routines she needed and equally important, her stretching and yoga she did.
‘Melissa, Melissa… you have to get up now, honey! You gotta wake up Melissa! You’re gonna be very late at this point if you don’t get outta bed.’
Slowly, she opened her eyes but pulled the covers over her head. Sandy didn’t say much however she did rustle her again. That’s when Melissa realized she should wake up but wasn’t aware how late she really was at that point.
‘Why are you so tired, asked Sandy, what did you do last night? Did you stay up late after you got back, when you should have gone to bed? I bet you were so excited you probably felt you had to get online and chat with friends about the date, right?’
Groggily, Melissa said yes. Actually she didn’t chat, she only logged into her online journal. She nodded her head using the same response. It was hardly noticeable, but Sandy understood.
Regardless, Sandy hustled her out of bed, shooed her towards the bathroom, and made her get a quick shower. In and out of the bathroom with in 10 minute’s time, she put on a quick layer of make-up to ‘pretty’ herself up just enough to be presentable, from a woman’s point of view. It would work well enough for Todd.
Having dried off, she stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself before getting dressed. Briefly wondering, she thought if she could ‘improve’ her looks that she didn’t like.
That most important feature was her upper body. She always wondered about a ‘reduction’. As her mother had told her when they had their ‘heart-to-heart’, do something about it if you’re unhappy. She went onto think about the remainder of the discussion they had together.
Her door wasn’t fully closed. She wasn’t dressed one iota. While in front of the mirror, Sandy opened up the door just enough, assuming Melissa had already dressed herself and was on her way to the kitchen to get a bite to eat before leaving.
What she saw was nothing but a bare back. She always marveled at this young ladies physique and always felt compelled to compliment her, but maintained her silence. She never wanted to cause a stir or any hard feelings.
Melissa was very conscientious of herself. Being the age that she was, Sandy and Melissa’s mom understood.
‘Oh, I… I didn’t realize you… I’ll be out in the other room Melissa. Sorry about intruding prematurely.’
That caught Melissa off guard. She was looking at herself, in detail. She was embarrassed and felt like Sandy intruded on purpose. She wasn’t necessarily upset as much as she was mistrustful. She didn’t know what to make of the intrusion.
Her entire focus with golf was gone. The complete and meticulous pre-shot routine flew out the window. Her yoga session was interrupted by looking at herself in the mirror as well as Todd or Todd and her on another date alone.
Arriving at the first tee, she was unaware that she even was paired with Todd. She had no idea. He knew, because he arrived early enough and saw the pairings. He was excited that he got to play with one of the most exciting and beautiful, pro golfers on the women’s tour.
‘To top it all off, she’s playing 18 holes with me, he’d think to himself. It’s like having crushed Butterfinger Bar on top of vanilla ice cream, he added. It’s ‘the tits man’… wow!’
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Log date: 24 June 2139 “Final report. Space Fleet: Intergalactic-ship, USS Genesis NCC (1000). Lt Commander Mansfield reporting. All 175 members of the crew except for Communications Officer Thorvaldsen and me are dead. Space Fleet: Class-heavy cruiser ship, destroyed. I should reach Earth in about four months. This is Mansfield, co-survivor of the USS Genesis NCC (1000). Signing off.” Three years earlier… Log date: 14 October 2136 Planet Earth is rapidly running out of...
Log date: 24 June 2139 “Final report. Space Fleet: Intergalactic-ship, USS Genesis NCC (1000). Lt Commander Mansfield reporting. All 175 members of the crew except for Communications Officer Thorvaldsen and me are dead. Space Fleet: Class-heavy cruiser ship, destroyed. I should reach Earth in about four months. This is Mansfield, co-survivor of the USS Genesis NCC (1000). Signing off.” Three years earlier... Log date: 14 October 2136 Planet Earth is rapidly running out...
Fantasy & Sci-Fi“I, Ona please I’m going to.” I begged. “Don’t you dare cum Riley!” The thrusts ceased just as I was on the edge of cumming, my hole hungrily begging for Ona to give me back her cock. “You cum when I say you do and not before.” In my lust I tried to play with my clit, and as the cold golden cage touched my fingers I started to franticly touch every piece of myself that I thought would bring me the satisfaction I wanted. Her arms on her hips, with my juices dripping from her wet cock she...
A Proclamation Jon'a-ren arrived at the Swiss Embassy alone, a few moments before his appointment. This was official business. As the representative of the Masi'shen home world to Earth, he sought to schedule a formal meeting with the president of the Swiss Federal Council, Jonas Kopp, and his fellow council member, Karl Hauser, head of the Swiss Federal Department of Foreign Affairs. The Masi'shen felt a great appreciation and respect for the Swiss government; it was their open and...
On my six-weekly visits to Cape Town, I mostly stayed at a beautiful, old-worldly hotel in Sea Point, on a beautiful promenade. Let me explain the word, ‘mostly.’ Please bear in mind that Cape Town is in the southern hemisphere and therefore, the global seasons are the opposite of the north.With the summer season approaching after September, the hotel got very busy, attracting mostly a Germanic clientele. Understandably, most of the management and reception staff were proficient in German....
Gay MaleIn The Name Of The Prophet By Roy Del Frink DECEMBER 2000: Abdul al-Hassan congratulated himself for blowing up the American ship Cole in the port of Aden. "That was great work," he said to himself, "destroying the war machine of the Jewish scum and their allies, the Great American Satan!" But then Abdul wondered why he hadn't felt the blast. Shouldn't he be crippled in pain? "What's going on here? I volunteered for a suicide mission in the name of the Prophet. Why aren't I dead...
It was just before 0300 as Leah was backing the ambulance up into the firehouse bay. She and her crew had just returned from an accident call that took two and half hours to deal with. A truck full of teenagers were on their way home from a party, when they slid of the road and down the embankment on some old gravel back roads. They had five patients, all with significant injuries. They had taken care of four of the kids with out a problem and had them helicoptered to surrounding hospitals. But...
LesbianI grew up in a small town in Arkansas - I’d tell you the name but I really don’t think anyone outside of it has ever even heard of it. That and the fact that it’s small enough that someone could easily figure out who I was after reading this. My story started with my twenty-second birthday. Hitting twenty-two felt like a strange milestone for me. I’m not sure why - nothing special happens at twenty-two. Maybe that was just it. I was done with the big birthdays. Sixteen means you can drive;...
Group SexI'm 37 years old, 5'8", 36C, I do Pilates threetimes a week so even after having two c***dren (both boys 8 and 11) my bodyis toned and my tits are still perky for my age.I have auburn hair and a few freckles. All in all for my age I can'tcomplain about how I look. I am a wife, soccer mom, PTA member and am alesbian prostitute.I knew I was a lesbian from a young age but as a lot of girls did I deniedit.I went out with guys. In college I would "experiment" and I knew theexperiment was what I...
PROXY Players: Wentworth Family: Julie, Oldest Sister, 30; Joyce, Middle, 25; Janet, youngest, 23; Jeff (AKA Jenny), Bother, 18; Ms. Abigail Albright, or Abby, the housekeeper; Mr. Harold Peabody, a venture capitalist and step father to the Wentworth girls - divorced; Synopsis: Ever wonder what it's like to be a little rich girl? Neither did Chad until the Wentworth sister's, taking a line from the Godfather, made him an offer he couldn't refuse. He had two weeks to get into...
We begin with a mini-montage of life in Newcastle-upon-Tyne ... A shot of Gray’s Monument, of the busy Eldon Square shopping center, St James’ Park football stadium, before we find ourselves in a busy street, looking up at an impressive, and very modern looking 5 story glass fronted building. We can see through the glass walls, seeing the staircases and offices inside. And then, stepping into frame from the side, trying not the block the architectural masterpiece – another masterpiece of...
If you want to check out some of my other stories, they can all be found on my profile. http://stories.xnxx.com/profile618345/OneNineNineThree Thanks for reading! The New Life (Prologue) Chapter One Mikael, a 35 year old man, witnessed his wife lose her fight with cancer last week. She had been battling it for the better half of a year. Those 8 months were the worst of Mikael’s life. The worst part was having to explain to his 8 year old daughter that her mom was never going...
Some of you know that my job makes me travel a lot, and my travels bring me to very nice upscale hotels and resorts around the world. For this experience, I am staying at one of my favorite Four Seasons. I had been here for a few days already and as usual, not having any personal time to meet or do anything exciting. On trips like these, when I do get some alone time, I find a quiet corner in the hotel lounge and catch up my local news and sports and personal emails on my laptop. This...
The Meaning of Freedom Chapter 3: Reprogramming By Innocent Guilt A small amount of light creaked into the room from a near by window. The light was a reminder of what lay on the outside of the wall. Freedom was out there, but Kenny had no idea how to break free from this prison that he was in. In here he was trapped alone and secluded from the outside world that had given him fame and fortune. A portion of his brain was able to figure out that he was naked. It was the ropes...
The Prosecutor"Where am I?" she screamed. "Why am I naked? Why can't I move?" As the drug wore off, shebecame more aware of her circumstance. Ann waslying, naked, on her back, on a hard surface, herarms and legs outstretched, held by some sort ofcuffs around her wrists and ankles. It was dark. Itwas quiet. She had no idea what time, or even whatdate it was. She had got off the cruise ship atCozumel, Mexico, taken the free cab three milesinto town, and shopped for unmounted gems. Oneof...
I really have to give my three wives credit for their putting up with me and supporting me during the time I worked on the design. Thinking back on my moods during the past year, I realized that their forbearance qualified them for sainthood. The only time they even came close to questioning the work I was doing was one afternoon when Mary asked, “Jim, the three of us are curious about how the solar car works and why it will be so much better than the current designs. Could you explain it in...
"Was Cathy able to convince you that she is real?" Frank looked at Jim who nodded his head, and Frank said, "Yes. I think we're having a bit of difficulty accepting it, at least I am, but we do believe what Cathy told us. I suspect we will have a lot of questions in the future, but we do believe she is real and alive in the Fourth Dimension." "Good. Did she mention the Guidance Council and my mission to you?" Jim said, "Yes and she said that you would explain it to...
Father Providence Belladonna [Author's note: This is not my typical story. It is my second shortest story to date. I believe it also the darkest story I have ever written. I wrote the story shortly after I finished the original version of the Office Girl. I have no plans to write another story in this vein ever again, but I decided to post it anyway.] When I first saw Father Providence, I was sure he was just a black, Jim Jones. He didn't look like anything special. He was...
Synopsis: It's Christmas time, and the holiday season is bittersweet for Paul and Debbie Noland. Seven years ago their son disappeared without a trace, and they found their faith shaken to its very core. Christmas is the Season of Miracles, however, and when a young woman named Breegan comes into their lives they find joy, celebration and a miracle of their very own. The Prodigal By Scott Ramsey Edited by Amelia R. Nestled in the pines five miles northwest of...
The Return Of The Prodigal By Estaban Bacca A hot Maltese sun had baked the limestone village throughout the day. Theshadows had grown long and any activity along the quay had died away. EdgarBaldachino sat at his regular table outside the café. Over the rim ofa wine glass, his eyes watched the fleet of fishing luzzus peacefullybobbing at their moorings but his thoughts were far from tranquil. His mindwas thirty years in the past. He had been a youth of eighteen when he'd decided he had to...
"Cartman Gets an Anal Probe" What Really Happened That Night Requested by Meg note to readers done quick to the plot of first episode so not quite sure if this story is ok. Just a bit of fun but please let me know The first thing Cartman noticed when he woke up was that he was unable to move anything but his arms. He was lying naked on his back strapped down onto a cold metal surface. He couldn't see what was holding him down as his head was being kept in place by a black...
We start this week’s show with establishing shots of a Geordie-land’s infamous night-life. Along the Quayside, teaming with young bodies as the youth of the Toon move from pub to pub, barely wearing enough to protect them from the cold northern wind. Then we’re around the corner on a street with four story buildings on either side of a wide street, with plenty of pedestrian space infront of multiple pubs and clubs. Everyone looking very relieved that the lockdown is over and the party has...
It says in the Bible that Prophets and Men of God will always be with us. What is a Prophet really and why does he develop into one, does he have a choice in the matter? When I turned thirteen, I started having dreams, dreams that showed the possibilities to all things. The world is linked through Math and Probability but can it be controlled? In my dreams or visions I saw life as an endless stream resulting from each choice that people make but those choices are predictable and probable. If...
Mark was still mortified the following day and called in sick rather than face his boss, Ezra DeZam. But DeZam surprised him, and came by his motel room to see how he was and to impart some important information to him. “Listen Mark, here in Monroe, some of us play it fast and loose. We have good reason for it. Other folks have tried to fit in here ... this climate sucks. We get torrential rain followed by floods and the humidity and heat are enough to drive you crazy. Seemed like everyone...
“You wanted to see me, Captain?” Jaeger asked, standing to attention as he stepped through the automatic door into the briefing room. Before him, Captain Fielding of the Rorke and several other high-ranking personnel were sat around a circular table, a hologram of the asteroid field projecting from its center. Fielding gestured for the pilot to be at ease, his hand gloved in the same pristine white as his uniform, Jaeger relaxing as he waited for further instructions. A few of the other...
Tuesday - Chastity gets with The Program I was so mad about what happened on Monday afternoon that I wasn't even thinking about it might mean on Tuesday morning. It was bad enough that the school district lawyer forced me to leave the True Love Waits rally on Monday afternoon and I still ended up naked on the local news. I was shocked when Principal Johnson was waiting for me outside the front entrance the next morning. I knew that I would be expected to strip in front of everybody who was...
"The Pure and the Profane" Last night, I dreamed of a black horse. Uponwaking, I looked in the dictionary of dreams I keep in my bedside table,to see if there is any significance to this particular nighttime vision.It seems a dream of a black horse is a dream of passion. Considering allthat has happened in the past weeks, I am not surprised. For I awoke that long-ago night to darkness,the moon and stars obscured by low-lying clouds. Cold. Mist swirled thickand nearly tangible, like the...
By Proxy by Jaana "Cody, a man with a boring and mundane life, suddenly finds himself a pawn thrust onto the board of the Second World. Can he escape the machinations of the powerful forces around him? Does he even want to?" AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first time I've tried a story from the first- hand perspective. I can see the appeal, but I'm not sure I've done it right. *** WARNING: The following story contains graphic depictions of sex, female transformation and female...
As always my thanks to Neurparenthetical, whose untiring vigilance makes my illegible scribble readable. Any residual errors are left there purposely in order to give you guys something to do. Enjoy. – and please, whatever you feel about the story feedback is always appreciated. I can’t improve if I don’t know where I am going wrong. Caleb 18 - Proxy Poor Jules was once again almost a drooling zombie, being swamped in Empathic power, only this time she had requested it. I had already...