My name is Jane Hanson, Doctor Jane Hanson, and I am about to die. I take this task upon myself to write what has happened to me since I arrived here. Months have transpired with me in this, shall I say, prison. They passed like a flash of lightning in the night since this all began so far from here. With this said, I feel as if years passed by since I first stepped into this wonderful … dreadful … residence.
A Christmas Story
After a terrible car crash, pretty eighteen-year-old Sherry is a helpless quadruple amputee. Can she ever be happy again? With help from an Elf and a bit of Christmas magic, who knows? - - - Includes a few paragraphs of mild pee/scat.
This is a true story told to me by a colleague that I worked with on the oil rigs in Scotland some years ago. Although it is true in essence, he has given me poetic licence to enhance some of the more juicy details! I hope that you enjoy it. Tam
The headcount is seven. A serial killer is working the strip-clubs of lower Manhattan. But that’s Detective Tomasina Vencenzi’s beat... and Tommy doesn’t like it when someone messes with her girls.