Back to school shopping? Janie couldn't remember regular school shopping with Lynn, but here she was, in a clothing store waiting for her to come out of the changing room in an overpriced outfit. This...and chucked the gloves. Then, back to the bathroom, where she flushed the lever and stepped out of the stall. "Finished working yet?" asked the little girl "Yes. The rest of the evening is ours, Lynn."

Westminster Mall wasn't known for high fashion, expensive things, or expensive boutiques.  Instead, it had a variety of shops that sole affordable things, which is why Janie was there. She made every...and pop them in the oven, but to be honest Janie could burn water.  Fueled by the aroma of cinnamon, she headed to the little booth and stood in line.  She really wished one was in her neighborhood

...was either a complete mistake ... or just plain awesome. "I'm Xander," he added. She was looking at a comic featuring someone named Chronos. She hadn't heard of him, but it could be interesting. Janie wasn't really sure and the stranger's voice interrupted her train of thought. "Hi" she smiled "I'm Janie" She'd almost said Ja'nee, but something in her mind told her never to go by that name again...

"Something sounds funny."  said the little girl, sitting illegally in the front seat next to her mother.  "The car is old,  it will make strange sounds." "I think you messed it up." "Don't you have...expected the car to stop thirty seconds later, in the middle of the freeway.  Lynn gave her Mom a look, then pressed a button on the dashboard.  A second later, they were in front of a car shop.

O tym interesującym miejscu pisałem w tym oto poście: Różanystok, św. Jan...Bałtów (Jaćwingów, Litwinów), a może Słowian? A może jest to zwyczajne naturalne wzgórze nie kryjące żadnej tajemnicy? Przyjmijmy jednak, że jest to sredniowieczne grodzisko, tak jest dużo ciekawiej

Title: What Sunday Mornings Were Made For Author: dastiel_gal Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP Pairing: Jeff/Jensen Warnings Enticements: porn, slash, rimming Word Count: 938 Summary: Jeff knows how to make...speak again. Jeff rumbles out a laugh, so deep it's practically subsonic. "I do my best, sweetheart." This is how it starts, but they've got a long, lazy Sunday morning to fill, and Jeff's on a roll

I swear, I started writing this before Tiger and his whole sexcapade debacle hit the news. Wow, how I've missed this verse. Casting for this verse Previous parts can be found here By the time...to let you get away. I can't say I'm sorry for his screw up though. I'd much rather you be with me that with him." Jensen curls up closer to Jared and smiles. "Feeling's mutual, Jared." O.O.O.O.O

Cephalopod-phobia. Fear of squids, though the chances of one showing up in the river were slim to none. She was still afraid, however, as she knelt near the water. The only thoughts that went through...and again until they were clean, then wondered if the algae would attack her. Escape, she had to escape, get to another city that was far enough away. Perhaps Los Angeles. That would be her new start.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU HAPPY TURTLE YOU :D <

What was with this kid's obsession with restaurant foods? First, pancakes, and now something with burgers. Burgers, a clown and toys. She wanted to be anywhere but at this place. With screaming kids...them a few minutes into the future, at a park. "Told you." "If you ever see him again, tell me." "You're not going to listen." "Tell me." "Are you going to shoot him?" "Yes." "I'll tell you.