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I've written a brand-new story, Happy Birthday Dear Ellie, which is a sequel to my friend Ro Laren's story, Jordan Dolan's Dog Day Afternoon, which in turn is a sequel to my story, Angel the Babysitter. In Happy Birthday Dear Ellie, it is day two of Jordan's stay at the Madden residence. And it is also Ellie's birthday, sweet sixteen! And Jordan is privileged to spend Ellie's birthday with the Madden family, including Ellie and Angel and their parents... For the complete Ellie, there's also Ro Laren's story, Ellie Madden, or the Tenderness of Tigers, which can be read as sort of a prequel to the three babysitter stories; and the references, in Ro Laren's Angel Part 2: Angel's Games, to the hand games Angel and Ellie used to play when they were younger. Chapter 1. Jordan Dolan drifted awake in the dim light of the early morning. He lay there beneath a thin cotton blanket on the fold-out sleeper sofa in the Maddens' living room. The house was silent. He supposed his parents were

My friend Ro Laren has written a wonderful brand-new sequel to my story Angel the Babysitter: Jordan Dolan's Dog Day Afternoon Jordan is back, and once again he needs a babysitter. Or rather, he ends up with two sitters at once, Angel and Ellie, team-babysitting him! Yes, it's been two days since Angel first babysat Jordan, filling in for her sister Ellie. Two days since Angel discovered, much to her surprise, that Ellie is still into playing "hand games." Two days since Angel gave in to Jordan's plaintive request to play "hand games" with him, just like his regular babysitter Ellie. Now Jordan suddenly needs a babysitter again, on short notice. And so the Madden sisters, Angel and Ellie, end up tag-team babysitting Jordan. How will Jordan be able to speak a word, or get his mouth open, with Angel and Ellie both babysitting him at once? Poor Jordan! Lucky Jordan! :-) And here's a link if you'd like to read more of the many, many handgag stories in the Angel saga, from my original

Pleasant Saturday morning, mild sunny day out. Tim stood inspecting a table full of sweatshirts, out on the sidewalk next to the curb. He had no intention of buying any sweatshirts, or anything else, for that matter. But wandering up and down the street like this was a pleasant way to spend the morning. Several blocks of stores, both sides of the street. He could well spend most of the morning, wandering around at the annual downtown sidewalk sale. Interesting to see what wares various stores set outside. And, thought Tim to himself, even more interesting to watch the crowd. You never quite know what colorful characters you might see. You never quite know when you'll sight some odd street scene, either, especially in a university town like this one. Tim liked watching the crowds. Now Tim was looking at a rack of nylon windbreakers. Pretty much past windbreaker weather already. Soon you'll see a person here, a person there in the crowd wearing shorts. If Tim were in need of a

Bogus! That's what this new therapy has got to be, bogus! Jonathan drove slowly down the street, looking for a place to park. He'd already caught sight of the therapist's office, on his first circuit round the block. Now if only he could find a parking space anywhere around here, he could park his car and walk. But, talk about bogus! Jonathan had asked his doctor about something to help him cope with anxiety and mild depression. Ever since the divorce, two years ago, things had never been quite right. Oh, he'd gone through the worst of it, those first six months, barely able to function at his job, falling into bed with the occasional casual acquaintance. Now he was basically functioning in life again. But he was always keyed up. Everything always seemed vaguely like a grey, cloudy day. He had trouble sleeping. There, there's somebody pulling out! Wait, let them pull out, then drive ahead and pull back into the parking space... Jonathan's doctor had offered to prescribe something

Here's a brand-new story I just wrote, titled Angel the Babysitter. This is my latest contribution to the long-running Angel series, which began with my story O Kindly Angel, and has continued through the many Angel sequels written by my friend Ro Laren. In Angel the Babysitter, Angel is back home visiting her family for a week before the beginning of her senior year at Marquette University. During her visit Angel babysits a neighbor boy, filling in for her sister Ellie. And here Angel uncovers old secrets about her sister, "hand game" secrets that Angel had thought were long buried... Angel the Babysitter takes place during the time period of Ro Laren's story, Angel Part 4: Strange Dreams and Ennui. And it ties in with several other elements from the Angel series: * The old handgag games which Angel and her sister used to play when they were younger. (As told in Ro Laren's story, Angel Part 2: Angel's Games) * The cryptic photo of Angel handgagging a boy on her lap, which Angel

I was sitting there in the bedroom on the spinny chair by the desk typing up a new google email account so new authors could send me their drafts of potential novels and was slightly erect at the thought of what was to come, tapping away on the keyboard when I heard the bedroom door open and I turned to see her came back into the room wearinbg nothing by a pair of my boxers and a sports bra, leaving her hardened abdomen and legs exposed, but on her shoulder was one of those spandex suit things I had bought during a trip to party city the day before, as a surprise because because she loved spandex and the way it clung to her frame. I did too. Win-win. “Damn, babe,” I said, looking her up and down like it was the first time I had seen her, “you're looking sexy as fuck.” She smirked and tossed the spandex on the dark blue comforter on our queen-sized mattress, “I bet you feel that way,” she countered, giving me a fat wet kiss on my temple and went to the bed and sat down to put it on;

The building was pretty much empty of people this early in the morning and the only people I did see were workers getting things ready for the daily crowd and other costume players as we prepared our stall at around seven, seven-thirty, and we tucked our stuff under the table and got ready for the day, with both of us in our street clothes; she wore a tank top and jeans with her hair tied back in a ponytail dangling from the back of her head, her large feet clad in all pink nike jordans while I wore a t-shirt and denim shorts and black skater shoes. She looked beautiful and had her arm on my shoulders and was laughing at some joke I made on the way through the electric automatic glass doors within view of our area.. “Aw shit,” she said, catching her breath and chuckling, “that was actually pretty fucking funny, you twerp.” Natalia came out of the changing room and I was stunned by the skin-tight, and I mean skin tight, hot blue supergirl outfit representing the protagonist