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Girl's night inA regular apartment, on a side street right next to the city's main avenue is the place where this, and many other stories happen. Our main vict- I mean character are Tommy, 12 years old, average height, medium build, dark longish hair, and quite fast and flexible. His older sister Lisa, 16 years old, and one HOT girl with long straight black hair and matching black belt. She loves bondage and being the one that can move around during the tie ups. This hot girl likes to take advantage of being Tommy's regular babysitter by being in charge all the way, sometimes with her little victim's consent, but lately against it, as Tommy grew tired of his sister's abusive behavior.
This story begins two days before Tommy and Lisa parent's 20th anniversary, one that they decide to make a second honeymoon on. As always, they left Lisa in charge of the house and her little brother, which for Tommy meant the next week will be one tie up after the other. He wasn't planning on giving up that time though
Max and the Magic Lens Ch.16CHAPTER 16: Pretty
It was rumored that Miss Belkins had won so many medals and trophies that she had built a specific building next to her house in which to store them. In any case, she oddly chose not to decorate her office with cheap, plastic paraphernalia. The room was completely bare except for the workstation.
Seems kind of empty, Pan thought, walking in to see her coach a couple of weeks later. The woman was reading an article on some kidnapper or psychopath that had recently broken out of prison.
Yes? Miss Belkins politely inquired, her bright green eyes shifting above the periodical that masked the rest of her face.
Um, Pan began. I, uh, was sort of wondering . . .
Spit it out, girl, the coach laughed.
All practices are going to be right after school, right?
The coach raised an eyebrow and said, Most of them, yes. There might be one or two that happen later in the evening. Why? Cant come to thos
Max and the Magic Lens Ch.5CHAPTER 5: The Magic of the Lens
Thats pretty much it, Sis. Every day I turn into this.
Logan sighed, hopped off Maxs bed, and said, Dont worry, well figure something out, but in the meantime, get some sleep.
But what do we do?
Nothing, just get some sleep. Boy, what a day this is starting to be. Just dont worry, something will come up. Theres a cure for every curse in every story Ive ever heard of. I cant believe this, though. Real magic! You know, you could really turn this thing around and make money from it. Youd be a riot at parties.
Just kidding, she teased, ruffling Maxs new mane of chestnut red hair. Get some sleep, okay . . .Sis?
Please dont call me that, Max said defensively, guarding her head in case there was a noogie coming.
All right, all right, Logan complied, raising her hands. While
Max and the Magic Lens Ch.18CHAPTER 18: An Act of Heroism
Logan was tiring more and more as she and her cousin Pan walked their daily route to school, with said day hardly beginning, though nobody really cared for its input.
Max had been moaning and sighing since her feet left the house. It was fortunate that they knew their way too, as Pans head could see nothing but the doldrums of the ground. Occasionally she would mutter, I look ridiculous.
Then whyd you wear that stuff? Logan barked, agitated that her own brother was so harried over such a shallow subject as fashion. There were more important things, like upcoming tests with little or no preparation (or knowing the material for that matter).
I just feel kind of . . . overdressed, Max sighed, wishing, no doubt, that she had a mirror.
Logan, now ticked that her question went unanswered, simply decided to skip to her (rather well-formed) opinion. Yeah, you definitely are, she said.
It was t
The Bracelet of Change Part 2He heard soft footfalls on the floor. He turned his head and saw a golden-furred cat ambling across the carpet. It paused halfway between him and the open door. As he looked at it, it seemed as though it were sneering at him. He could feel his baby sister roll out of Elindas grasp to play with his long hair.
Elinda and his mother gasped at the cat. His mother fluttered her hand and urged it, Shoo! This isnt your home. Did you leave the door open?
Elinda assured her that shed locked all the doors and wondered if itd found a way in through the basement. Cal watched the cats golden eyes. Its tail flicked about in constant motion. He watched the air around it. It seemed to contort and shimmer, just like with the bracelet.
Disengaging himself from his relatives and the quilt, Cal stood up carefully, clutched Muttsy under his arm, and told his mother, Ill take it outside.
She nodded and said, Be careful. Dont
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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