Annette: Peacefully Insane
I spent the night idly wondering how a single, young gentleman like Trace could possibly want a daughter. Though, besides occasional outbursts of obvious youth, he seemed simply like a man who should be raising kids. But _me?_ I wasn't so sure I...
Annette: Take Me Out Tonight
I woke up in Trace's arms, pretty much aware that this was my fault. It was pretty great, despite the fact that it was completely wrong. I also _really_ liked silk. Trace's hands were on my ribs and we were spooning. I don't know when I had rolled...
Could Make a Good Faux-Classical Tragedy
I had lived a charmed life for a long time. My parents were - well, not in the picture, to be obtuse about it. From the age of eight, until my current age of fourteen, I had lived quite successfully without them. I used their disability checks to...