Things were just how Stu liked them. Janie and the baby were comin' on, the huts were all built for folks, leavin' just the boarding house and Chris's playground. He had lots to do, but he still had buckets of time to shoot the shit with people. Round about coffee time he headed inside the compound and stopped off to see 'bout the clothing box. It ( Read more... )

[Stu has inherited a building crew of his own and Jane congratulates him before a reward is had. An NC-17 rated reward.]

It's been a beautiful day and looks to be a clear, breezy night. Perfect weather for a party. The kitchen staff have taken care of most of the refreshments, and the bar is well stocked with what little is available for drinks ( Read more... )

It felt like only yesterday that Clarice had opened the speeches for the last election. In spite of complaints to the contrary, it would seem that life on the island moved just as fast as anywhere else ( Read more... )

Planning a party was becoming second-nature to Jane and it was something she knew she would be responsible for. After all, married women often planned social events. Now, she simply had a venue in which to do it in. She had found herself a book about 'party foods' of the 21st century and had decided to give it a shot, deciding that it was worth it ( Read more... )

Girl parts or no girl parts, Chris still had huts to work on, and considering he'd never used 'being female' as an excuse to not put anyone else to work, he wasn't about to use it on himself ( Read more... )

It had been a rousing success, as far as Jane would admit. For the whole day, she had spent it hanging the shimmery navy blue gauze from posts about the area in front of the compound, trusting the strange machines of the radio to broadcast music until it was too late, and then, she trusted to the musicians that were in attendance to play. There was ( Read more... )

Crowley had grown weary of reading the books he'd gotten to take to Aziraphale in the clinic, so he sauntered into the rec room to do battle with the bookshelf. He had always believed that Good and Evil were just names of sides, but that was until he'd encountered the shelf and the jukebox. Leave it to Knowledge and Electronics to prove to him ( Read more... )

Stu and Jane celebrate his birthday privately. There is cake and birthday sex and more sweetness than is legal in some countries. [NC17 for those things married people do]

If Stacy would have been at home, or even in Princeton, she'd have been at her desk by now. Case files would be spread across her desk, and Mark would be moving around in the next room. The rat - Steve McQueen, rather - was dealt with, and the house would have been peaceful again ( Read more... )