I have a mind control gift. At least, I think it's a gift. Originally I thought it was a curse. The mind control is very limited in target and duration but it does have some long-term effects. Also, I'm not really in control. In fact, no one is in control. So is it mind control? Confused? I'll try and explain.
A Story in the Erotic Future Universe
It's 2068. Nineteen years since the second American civil war, the Cabal crisis, and the ensuing global anarchy that broke the United States into hundreds of autonomous micro states and ended the world as we knew it. A new generation are coming of age in the Chareen Hills. These are the lucky ones. Their tolerably comfortable, insular lives, in a nice part of the shattered ruins of the American empire, are about to get a whole lot more interesting.
The Robertson’s have to move from Maryland to California, they are driving across the country in a caravan consisting of a twenty six foot U-Haul truck, an extended cab Chevy pickup and a new Suburban. They find out some very interesting things about them selves and find out they have a stowaway! But she fits right in and joins in the family fun. But her stepdad wants her and her money back at any cost, two million dollars is just too much to lose.
Wendy is more than happy with being a transgendered teen. Her parents accept her, the boys at school love her, and everything is just peachy...except for Mike. Why are big brothers always such big jerks?
Your sister dumps her two young teen kids on you, so she and her dumbass husband can go screw on a Love Boat cruise. The kids are great, and you're their favorite aunt. What could possibly go wrong? Except--per losgudian logic--everything. I'll warn all in advance, this is a pretty weird story. I really like the writing, and I did mark up a printed draft first. Plus, it's fiction funny. But the storyline probably has something for everybody to hate. Lash me lightly, if you please. / (Reviews)