Over a year. A whole fucking year, and sometimes I'm still struck with how fucking normal my life's turned out to be. Take away the island bullshit, the dinosaurs and the sex changes and the body switches and the fucking magical regenerating condoms, and what've you got left? He goddamn twenty year old house-husband, running around on the beach ( Read more... )

Even from backstage, Tommy could hear the fans screaming from the auditorium, chanting his name, the occasional "I love you!", clapping their hands and stomping their feet in anticipation as they waited for their hero's entrance. So loud were the cries that he could barely hear himself think, and before he realized it, he was chewing on a ( Read more... )

Sandy Murry was extremely worried ( Read more... )

Island heat's better'n heat from the bulls, that's for sure, but Laura wasn't made to share space with common palookas and she's about ready to have someone rubbed just to get a little space. It's easier staying in this compound of theirs than sleeping out-of-doors, but it's about time to be finding a new spot to flop ( Read more... )

Evening on the island and Laura hasn't yet figured a way outta this joint. It had taken a couple days before the idea of it had braced her but good. She's better off here, at least for the moment, she knows that; there aren't many better ways to lie dormy than to disappear completely, but this wasn't what she had in mind for a clean sneak when she ( Read more... )

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