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Chapter 16: Who Says What Happens in Vegas… Sharon rolled to her left… or tried to roll; the heavy blanket kept her from moving very much. She smiled, enjoying the warm bed, and the full, heavy pillow. She settled back, reveling in that semi-lucid lucky time when you can control your...

Original story: Nick Scipio Continuation: RogueAlan Chapter 15B: Mistletoe Sharon tried to remember what day it was, much less what time. She had barely gotten any down time from the moment Kelly had called her Thursday while she had been getting groceries. Any thought of some fruits...

Original story: Nick Scipio Continuation: RogueAlan Chapter 15C: Gift Wrap Sharon padded naked through her bedroom, iPhone in hand, reviewing her progress on the list she had made of the things to do. She paused, clicking the ball of her tongue stud against the inside of her upper front...

“… and he says, all embarrassed, ‘I thought I was putting it in the right place!’” The women were talking and laughing, sharing stories about the night’s various customers and prior customers they had dealt with, the stories recalled by similar events of the night. The scene would have seemed...

Chapter 14: Giving Thanks, Receiving Gifts “Morning, babe!” Sharon smiled and stretched beneath the covers, having felt the gentle kiss. “Morning, S-” her eyes snapped open… she had almost said ‘Shaun.’ She had not said it, had she? “Sweetheart!” she finished in a rush, seeing Chris...

Chapter 13: Bet Your High Flying Ass… Sharon’s new role as a Snake Eyes headliner and champagne room girl kept her more than busy. Her ‘get wet’ introduction Friday night, as the other dancers called it, was repeated Saturday night, except she danced twice the number of sets and had been...

Original story: Scipio Continuation: RogueAlan Sharon absently wondered if she would recognize the BZ brother who was visiting her… Dave had said most of them had already been inside of her, and she was pleased that such young studs could find her sexy enough to want to have sex again. The...

Sharon Goes Back to School Chapter 15 D: The Ball Original Story: Scipio Continued by Rogue Alan If Christmas eve was a bust for the Sobel ****** in Sharon’s opinion, Christmas day made up for it. She had no idea when the kids got home, or when Chris slipped into bed beside her. And...

Sharon Goes to School Chapter 15D: the Ball original story: Scipio continuation: RogueAlan Part B For a moment Sharon was horrified to find herself thinking that 40 was not such a big number. The tingling of her nipples and sex, though, made keeping such thoughts for more than a few...

Sharon Goes Back to School Chapter 15D: the Ball Original story: Scipio Continuation: RogueAlan Part C They sat her in a chair and went to work on the latex get up, working in reverse of the way she had been turned into the BZ’s latex fuck doll. It felt delicious each time a panel of...

Sharon Goes Back to School Chapter 15D: the Ball original author, Scipio continuation: RogueAlan Part D Sharon hurried, intent on returning to the parking lot, where she assumed one or the other of the BZ and BZ prospect would have a car. For a moment she envisioned their asking she...

Sharon Goes Back to School Chapter 15D: the Ball original story: Scipio continued story: Rogue Alan Part E Sharon followed the course she had seen the others take, entering the big ballroom from a door near the dance floor. She moved away from the door, squinting from the flashing...

Original story: Nick Scipio Continuation: RogueAlan Sharon woke in the same place she'd passed out, lying on the foam and nylon "Stage" that had been set in the ZB great room. She was relieved that someone had covered her with a blanket, and saw the bag in which her costumes had been...

?You cannot be serious!? Lynette Olsen rolled her eyes & stared down her nose at the Nigerian waiter who had just handed her a tray. The haughty American newlywed easily managed that feat despite the man's being at least 18 inches taller. She pushed the oval plate aside, ?I am not holding my...

If you had told me I could hate anyone the way I hated Tom before the summer of 2002 I would have laughed in your face. After all he had single handedly ruined my life. What else would you call it when a stranger not only drugs and rapes you, but makes you willingly let him continue to use...