With no regard for his own safety, he flung himself down the hill. On the way down he crashed through a few bushes, hit his shin on a big rock and got... if it was possibly, even more filthy. For a moment he paused to examine his camouflage. His legs and arms were magnificently scrapped, but even better was his bloody right knee and his right hand, which had managed to pick up four or five thorns. Grinning from ear to ear, he trudged back around the hill and toward the house. On the way he. How do I getstarted?(JRD) Cindi, read a lot then write what you like to read!(Carol__Collins) Do you have plans to become published? I know that Mags, Inc., is looking for new stories, but they mandate the plot requirements.(JRD) Actually I'd like to get published, but in a book. I'dlike to get a full length novel published.(Moderator_Anne-Mal) So are you using the internet to get practice?(JRD) I'm using the internet to get my ideas out!(Georgia) How big would your novel be?(JRD) Not. She grabs her duffel bag and starts shoving clothes in not really paying attention to what she is putting in there. Just wanting to leave and finally really and truly be with Cindy. To feel her body against hers. To feel her nipple in her mouth. Just thinking about it is getting her excited. She looks up at Cindy as seeing the way she is looking at her she asks, “Sweetheart what are you thinking?” Cindy stands up and walking towards her with a look on her face that excites Sam and makes Sam a. Before I could speak Ruth spoke."How do you feel Mary?" asked Ruth. "Come let your mummy help you get dressed into some clothes more suited to your wonderful new image. Oh this is going to be such fun."I was allowed to sit down on my workbench stool and I held my hands up to my face and cried real tears, "Why Kathy?"As I looked up into my wife's smiling face I asked her in my now shrill voice, "why have you done such a wicked thing? Don't you know you could have killed me?" I didn't.