This is the follow-on to the story I did earlier, "Mile High Club - The Reality". As stated there - that ending is the real true ending to the story. This is my fantasy ending - the way I'd have much preferred it to end. But alas, it was not meant to be. If you've read "Mile High Club - The Reality", you can skip to Chapter 2 directly unless you want/need a refresher.
I was fingered as the oldest male descendant of a railroad baron. The prize was an island near Bangor Maine. The conditions? What the hell was he THINKING?
When Sol embarks on a career as a black-market space merchant, he didn't count on the help of an illegal anatomically-correct android. But in this galaxy, you take your help as it comes, and you come when you can. Codes updated as the story progresses.
A story in the Sheriff O'Dell Universe
The dry hot wind blew the rope in a circular motion above my head. Around and around; the branch and leaves and sky in the background. My neck burned and I needed to breathe. I needed to use my hands. They wouldn’t move. I needed to breathe. I'd been lynched.
An up and coming singer is teamed with an arranger to prep her music for her first album. Things don't go well at first, but they finally start working with each other. They are both attracted to each other, but the arranger has old scars to overcome. But the singer has her ways...
A woman's affinity for nature lures her into a liason with a marshland denizen.Deep mud, arboreal penetration, non-fatal impalment and non fatal asphyxiation. - fetish material