A Story in the Life in the Suburbs Universe
Details of an encounter between a poster of lesbian stories and another member on a lesbian story discussion forum. This was inspired by some recent discussion at SOL Google Groups and The Writer's Block forum.
The Hitman is a professional assassin and master of disguise. To carry out his next hit he has to dress as a woman to get close to his mark who has a proclivity for transvestites. Feedback and comments are always welcome.
Roxanne contacted me, and ask if she could improve on my ideas, I am posting her Emails to me. She worked very hard on it, and I think she has not had her time or health to finish it. I think I can assume that this story is complete.
Ham Specter runs afoul of an IED and loses all but his head. Aliens convert him to a cyborg and make him one of their cosmic secret agents. This is the story of some of Ham's adventures as he helps The Center to fight the evil Octopoid organization that wants to rule all of the infinite possible universes. He has a built in AI named Honeybunch and the deadliest fingers in the cosmos. His cock is pretty useful, too.
Torry, 13 is very independent. Because her parents are going on a Summer Cruise she is forced to spend her summer, on a rickety old farm, with her Uncle whom she hates. Soon she finds out that hate is not the emotion she is feeling as she blossoms into a woman.
I had been teaching for a few years, content with my job even though the pay wasn't great. When I ran into a friend who was also a teacher but obviously was making a lot more money than I was, I wondered what was going on. When she told me her secret, it led me to a career I had never expected. (Tags will be updated as chapters are added)
A Caddymaster Story (24) This is the twenty fourth story in the Caddymaster saga. Jackie's cousin finds herself cast adrift by her jealous boyfriend. Jackie trys to heal the rift or mediate a workable separation. As usual, life interferes with his simple plans and hopes.
God, it was hot, but thankfully, it looked like rain.
"Can't we go out, dear?" Ruth, my pretty wife, asked.
I looked up from my paper to see she had changed out of her jeans and shirt and put on a short denim skirt and a tie up blouse.