The wall that divided Cecilia's soul was that intensely hot July day she left her housing project to board a bus headed for Chicago to accept her scho...arship. It was the day she took with her a bus ticket, $ 23, and a single carry-on bag that contained three changes of clothing, one romance novel, and the precious paperwork from her high school and the scholarship program that would allow her to begin her new life. It also was the day her mother flatly told her she was prohibited from leaving.. I keep an eye on each new development, as I think its fascinating. We have to be cautious in the ways we develop it, but we shouldn't fear it.(Tigger) Have you ever regretted publishing a story, that you feel may have been put out too soon?(Stephanie) Looking back at my old stuff often makes me wince. The early parts of the first "DNA" are full of some really bad grammatical errors. My worst problem is that I often rush endings and so I think several of my stories have endings that really need. It was as if I had fully accepted my new status — that I was no longer human except in my image. When I used the surface of a pond for a mirror I saw no horns, hairy pointed ears, or fangs protruding from under my upper lip. I looked as ordinary as ever. Appearances do deceive as I would discover later on.Swiftly we ran, our bare feet hardly touching the ground. The sensation was astounding. I could feel the texture of the earth upon which we ran, the leaves underfoot, the squish of some. Connie made me realize I deeply missed sexual domination of a woman, so I planned to take Connie as far as she would go. That first night with her was simple. I used leather restraints to bind her wrists to the headboard and played with her body until she begged me to let her orgasm. We progressed rapidly after that. In her professional world, she managed a staff of fifty and held a high-paying and responsible position, but in the little world of my house and yard, she craved abject submission,.