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"Hey, sweetie," the old man smiled,greeting his second to youngest when she found him on the porch. He accepted the kiss and returned it, holding her by the back of her head gently. When she stood up he let his hand slip over her shoulder and down her chest before it fell to the arm of his chair. He shook his head, "Damn it, Victoria, you're too pretty for those rags." He said standing up. At 50 Jared, or Red as he was more broadly know, was still tall and lean and stepped close to Victoria and pulled her tightly to him. He pushed her hair out of her face with one hand and squeezed her ass through her sweats, "Hides all your best assets, sweetie." He observed with a lopsided smile and a wink. He kissed her again, deeply this time, and smiled affectionately when they broke it, "I missed you, Victoria." He leaned back and looked at her face. She was a beautiful woman and he stroked her cheek softly, "Where's Brooke?" he asked in a whisper, giving her butt another suggestive squeeze.

Looks like Charlotte earned a ban - their loss. The lake house is open. Should it strike your fancy, just drop on in and take over where this left off. Or have some other relatives or neighbors drop by. The old man had worked hard, and the time had come to lay aside the bag of bricks. Kate had died when the baby was still in high school and he'd finished raising her alone. Time and hard work had eventually paid off and he sold the old place to build this one. Neighbors he could barely see on one side and the quiet, empty woods surrounding them on three sides. He sat on the back porch - the one side not facing into the tree - looking out over the dock. He sighed and set his beer beside the chair and thought about getting up. Charlotte and Victoria were bringing Brooke and Bridget up for a visit. He really ought to get up and get the house ready, but it was a pretty day. They could work on it together when they got here, he told himself and picked his beer back up. He loved having the kids visit.

Not guilty. Watched a guy accidentally nail gun his hand to a roofing truss though. The next poster hates magic shows. Ahh, don't worry, Pixel. He pried it off with his hammer so the ambulance could take him to the ER. He was back in a month.

On mobile, working on it. @IsabellaRose, a little help from a keyboard?

Submissions for this challenge are now CLOSED. Vote for you favorite story before midnight, October 22nd.

Not fucking guilty. I hated running when I played football, soccer for us Yanks, and played goalie. I hated it in the military and smoked while I ran fitness tests. I have not run one step since. The next poster hates swimming laps.

Guilty, I guess. 3: The New Professional Chef and two hand written books of recipes I've adapted or developed. The next poster needs a decent knife.

Guilty. Despite a trip to a burn unit, I'm a fire bug. The next poster loves house plants but is shit at caring for them.

Perrie and I have a pair of L O N G R U N N I N G Rps that we both adore. She prefers FxF kind of non-con, but if that's something you enjoy or want to try, find one of her requests and reply. She writes a lot, stares great details and really adorable dialogue. Highly recommended.

Ain't we all?

No shit.

Guilty. Only one cop car ride involved warning shots. The next poster has never fired a gun but really wants to.

Not guilty. I never really liked it - except you, Alberto's in Oceanside... The next poster eats out more than they cook.

Go try hard if that's what you feel. Or, it's just as valid to choose to write as few words as possible - haiku would be valid too.

Not guilty. I quit drinking years ago, but even when I did drink it was kind of all over the place. If we broaden it out from alcohol it's still kind of iffy - coffee usually black, but every now and again, macchiato, or tea, white, Earl Grey, chai, Thai... so yeah, not guilty. The next poster thinks they should quit something.

Not guilty, Or a) at least not that I recall (I am old though...) b) not a teacher. Dad's secretary though... but damn, it was really that yellow convertible Mustang... The next poster has a tattoo or piercing they regret.

THE CHALLENGE For this challenge, tell us a tale of change or transformation. For those of us in the northern hemisphere summer is beginning to dissolve into fall. It's a slow, quiet death that leads us down pretty gold and orange trails. In the south, the world emerges from winter into the promise of spring. Two sides of the same coin, that whole, endless turning wheel of time and change. Your story can be about any change - how time changes characters, how a curse transformed Larry Talbot into the wolf man or how mind control porn turned your character into a bimbo. Let the change begin... Deadline Midnight (EST) Friday, 6 Oct, 2023 Limits 1 entry per person ~2,000 words max per entry Prizes 1st Place: 4,000 EcchiCredits 2nd Place: 2,000 EcchiCredits 3rd Place: 1,000 EcchiCredits

Not bloody likely. A cup of coffee until I get home and have a cup of tea. The next poster is avoiding doing something they REALLY need to be doing right now.

Guilty-ish. There are some King books I adore and some I despise. The Bachman Books and his short stories are especially strong. The next poster refuses to admit how bad the Song of Ice and Fire is.