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John Ringo's 'Ghost' series. Ghost, Kildar, Choosers of the slain... Among the military action adventure of a former SEAL who beats the hell out of terrorists on a regular basis, the character has...issues. Worse that the John Ringo character in 'There will be dragons' or whatever that series is, who just likes it violent.

I'm talking about the girl he ended up buying at the end of Ghost? He took a break in the middle of hunting terrorists to clear his head, had her, slept, had her some more.She was about 15, i thought.

Of course, the largest sex organ is the brain.... My fetish is pretty well centered on outrageous scale differences between partners. The first thing you need to consider is that sex need not be traditional penetration intercourse. Touching things, licking things, decorating things, dips in chocolate, building an altar around, swinging freely from, diving into, the exquisite use of toys or other stand ins... There are many options.

I like lists. i live for lists. I like to get an idea and go over many long lists of short sentences or idea descriptions. Sometimes i just come up with another list (How to tell that the mad scientist may be a redneck), or plot bunnies (Episodes we could count on if a Lilliputian joined the crew of the USS Enterprise), or full story ideas. Lists Rule. Here's a list of my lists. Hatch's plot bank. I've lost hours just sorting through what's available with a certain character, scenario or scene in mind, and more than a dozen stories have come out. http://www.angelfire.com/nc/tcrpress/plotbank.html 213 things Private Skippy can no longer do in the US Army I did 20 in the Navy, myself, but still get accused about three times a year as being the author of this list. http://skippyslist.com/?page_id=3 Famous Last Words Some of the scenes that come to mind in the moment after reading last transmissions can be quite the story. Such as "IT'S IN THE AIR VENTS!!" http://www.hexfiles.multiservers.com/inflict/shuttles.htm And, of course, how to drive (a wargamer) insane: http://elephanticity.250x.com/oldhex/magekn/insane.htm All of these seem to either inspire my muse or to force my muse to do some work before i waste the day jimmying up another list, like 'Things Chief Skippy Can No Longer Do On The Enterprise.'

Crap, you're right. Where the hell did i get that....?

An Original Character Interview (shamelessly lifted from DeviantArt) ================================================== 1. Choose 3 of your characters. Yours. YOURS. 2. Have them answer these questions. 3. Go ahead and add some questions, as well. ================================================== I chose my Naga, Clarisse; one of my sphinxes, Damietta; and an assistant to St. James at the zoo, Jolene. >How old are you? Clarisse: So old that the question becomes meaningless. Damietta: I just turned 500. Jolene: No, you didn't. You're about 200 years older than that. Damietta: At least I didn't lie on my driver's license. Clarisse: And this would be when Jolene shuts up. >What’s your height? Clarisse: I don't like them to measure me. Damietta: She's about 70 feet long. Clarisse: What did I just say? Damietta: I didn't measure you, I guessed. Of course, it's an educated guess. Jolene: I don't think she minds the method as much as others knowing things about her. Clarisse: You know this about me, Jolene? Jolene: ::ulp!:: >Your weight? Clarisse: Not a word.... Damietta: I'm as a mummer. Jolene: ::gestures a zipped lip:: >Do you have any bad habits? Clarisse: Killing people that annoy me. Damietta: No, I'm pretty close to optimal. Jolene: I sometimes help people finish their crossword puzzles. Damietta: The clue was MISSPELLED! Jolene: I didn't mean anything by it. >Are you a virgin? Jolene: Effectively. With my work schedule, the only screwing I get is by FICA. Clarisse: Can we talk more about my bad habits, little man? Damietta: I have a child. Clarisse: Well, so do I. Damietta: But not of your flesh and blood. >Who’s your mate? Clarisse: Living? None. Damietta: He's the mascot for the Seattle Sphinxes. Jolene: ::sigh:: >Do you have any kids? Clarisse: Debbie. A delightful child. Damietta: Macchus. A delightful child who isn't a threat to all life in the zoo. Clarisse: Hissssssssssssssss! Damietta: ::Bronx cheer:: Jolene: Sometimes, I kind of see the animals in the exhibits as my kids. >What’s your favorite food? Clarisse: Journalists. Damietta: Oh, don't mind her. She likes anything still living. I like asps. Jolene: Anything that doesn't come out of a vending machine, or come wrapped in waxed paper would be nice. >Have you killed anyone? Clarisse: Enough to people a city. Damietta: No. Jolene: No, ugh. I could never do that. >Do you hate anyone? Clarisse: Too much work. Damietta: No, I could never do that. Even big meanies. Jolene: People who can divide other people into those that deserve and those that don't deserve their protections. >Have any secrets? Clarisse: I know what race Keeper St. James is. Damietta: I...what? Jolene: If it's a secret, then he must not be human. Is he? Damietta: What is he? Jolene: Yeah, what? Clarisse: It's a secret. >Do you love anyone? Clarisse: My daughter. The current roster of keepers have their uses, too. Damietta: My son. And, his father, sort of. Some of the keepers. Jolene: Um... I respect St. James. And he respects me. That's cool. But I haven't really... No. >Do you have a job? Clarisse: I'm an exhibit. Damietta: Yeah, not exactly a job. More of imposed room and board. Jolene: These two are my job. At least part of it. >What do you do when you want to relax? Clarisse: Play with my child. Damietta: Hey, me, too! Jolene: Curl up in the break room and power nap. >What’s your favorite song? Damietta: Tubular Bells. Clarisse: Oh, yes, that's nice. Damietta: You only like it because it's in The Exorcist. Jolene: 'It's Raining Men.' Any version NOT sung by gay men. >What’s your sign? Clarisse: Year of the Serpent. Damietta: Oh, it is not. You're older than that calendar. Clarisse: And you're not a Leo, no matter what you told the reporter. Jolene: Girls! >What is your favorite alcoholic beverage? Clarisse: I don't understand the question. Damietta: Champagne. Jolene: You don't drink. Damietta: I still have a favorite for OTHERS to drink. Jolene: Only because they serve it at parties. And you love parties. >What story are you in? Clarisse: In? Darling, I AM the story. Damietta: Then why is it called 'Lamia?' Clarisse: Poor planning on the author's part.

From a short, short, still unfinished. Tina has been transported to the world of, to the back deck of a giant's house. The 70 foot tall teen boy scoops up the terrified teen girl and looks her over. About the time her panic attack subsides, she:

The challenge!Lamia, Naga, Sphinx, Harpy, Centaur, and so on... What would they find attractive? What would a human DO with them, were they real? Could they mate with humans? How so? If they're part human/part animal, can someone find the human part sexy, the animal part squicky, and yet still have a good time? For me, it's 'can i make a man screwing a snake-woman come across as a believable sex scene, rather than just an experiment in the mechanics. Beyond the great big tits on a centaur with Clydesdale ancestry, i don't find the horse-woman particularly sexy, but i do like to see if i can make the sex memorable. As for the rest... Well, i grew up watching Land of the Giants, Gulliver's Travels and Star Trek. Those characters are real to me, persons. I've written stories about them, using them, exploring those worlds. I wouldn't be surprised if people writing some of the fictions here center them around the characters that were real to them at one time or another. The fact that they're turtles isn't, i suspect, nearly as important as that they were perceived as persons.

Essentially? If this is Kildar, it's rather explicitly a harem, i thought. The character also has nonconsensual sex with a young girl, but he makes it up to her afterwards. He buys her and takes her away from the evil slaver pimp. I don't know of any other books about adults having sex with kids. If there are, i think they center around the social mores of the setting, like this one dies. The man has a dark side and he does indulge in it from time to time. But he does have an age cut-off. Some of the girls in the harem are too young even for him. And he doesn't have sex of that type in America, or any other country where it would be illegal. The girls he sexes are either willing, demanding, or property that can't say no anyway. I don't particularly like it, but the guy does have these desires and there are places he can legally indulge. More to the point about good/evil question, in the setting of the books, the lot-in-life of the girls particpating in the Kildar's life are unquestionably improved by the contact. His harem is educated, a dowry will be provided when they're of age, the wedding gifts he gives the brides of his holders are impressive, and when he has to use a prostitute in one or another of the ops they run around the world, they almost always end up back at the caravanserai. In the harem, with a much brighter future. Even the harem manager is doing well. She was, what, 20? Much to old for the sheik she was working for at the time, and about to be kicked to the curb.

How did that song go? Hippo birdie, ewe ewe? Oh, no. Hippo birdie, two ewe. Hippo birdie, two ewe. Hippo birdie deer quamp, Hippo birdie, two ewe.

which reminds one of my kids that i picked up a copy of Green Eggs and Ham in Latin and did a credible job of reading it aloud. This, for some reason, inspires my youngest to paraphrase an Enzyte commercial. "This is Sam. Sam he am. Sam has found a new confidence in the all-natural Green Eggzyte and Ham..." The delivery was dead-on and absolutely slew us.

Nothing's belated yet. Going out for birthday dinner tomorrow. FUDRUCKERS! And still waiting for the gift from the kids....it's on order....they swear.

Thank you, all. Not much going on. Today, we have parent/teacher meetings, late school, oldest dropped off and picked up from work, boy scouts dropped off and picked up, dinner in three shifts... Having a blast and someone bought me 3 gargoyles. Here no evil, see no evil and WHEEEEE!

Not a one.

206. Take down the decorative and inspiring wind chimes because the neighbor threatens to pipe-bomb the porch if those tinkling things don't shut the F*** UP! 207. Have to pay increased insurance after a hurricane narrowly misses her home. (Mary's home is either completely weatherproof or she is left completely homeless after the storm). 208. Hear wedding guests ask 'what he sees in her?' (although she is often the only person on the planet that perceives the subtle worth of her True Love). 209. Experience a past life and find she was neither royal nor a star-crossed lover. 210. Have to replace her husband/manager because he is merely poor at the job Mary usually works with a brilliant enabler with contacts everywhere and/or a controlling egotist that makes brainwashing a fun family exercise). 211. Open the door to find that her lover is making fantastic love to the woman he really belongs with (although she will, sometimes, walk in to find her significant other humping a skank who is far below her in beauty, brains, grace and emotional capability. The skank may, in extreme cases, have bigger boobs than Mary Sue, as a plot device to explain the cheating.). 212. Open the door to find out that grandma is still sexually active.

196. Find that the art gallery purchase is a fake (This is because she usually buys art at the flea market and the cheap copy turns out to the original). 197. Have to postpone a public appearance because her dentures fell out. 198. Have to postpone a public appearance because her weave is unconvincing. 199. Have to postpone a public appearance because her left breast is leaking silicone. 200. Have to postpone a public appearance because she's still recovering from dysentery. 201. Defend her May-December romance when the boy's father confronts her (although she may be in a relationship where she confronts her lover's daughter...). 202. Defend the column she wrote for the paper with the phrase, "I was not aware that the name of the band was a popular slang term for a sexual act." 203. Defend the politician she endorses with the phrase, "he's not EXACTLY a supremacist." 204. Defend the product she endorses with the phrase, "Still, child labor laws are a relatively recent development in human society." 205. Confuse DNA samples and accidentally convict a friend, True Love or family member (although she has confused geneologist with an entirely difference speciality, and told friends that a gynecologist looked up her grandma and found a Cherokee grandfather).

What must ACME's disclaimer be like, that Wile E. hasn't sued them yet? What's in the small print? My impression: ACME products are provided on a by-use basis for the desperate, OCD suffering, limited cash flow customer. Their use is contraindicated for government projects, people under the influence of Schedule Three medication, or anywhere in the vicinity of children. The purchaser of an ACME product assumes all credit for the successful use of the product, as well as all blame for improper assembly, improper use, or disregard for the basic laws of physics as understood by mainstream physicists and inertia-familiar professionals. There are no refunds for ACME products, although we would like to remind the customer that we have a working relationship with ACME Salvage, a wholly-owned subsidiary of ACME Products, who will purchase left over parts and piles of gravel following the successful or partially successful discharge of an ACME product. ACME has no responsibility for any death, maiming, free-fall, impact or other trauma incurred with relation to the actual assembly of an ACME product. ACME products are sold solely for entertainment purposes, which effort includes the assembly of the product.

182. Get sloppily drunk on what turn out to be non-alcoholic beers (or giggle foolishly after smoking what really was oregano). 183. Find that today's horoscope is obtuse or completely inapplicable to her day. Either she doesn't read it, or the damned things practically MAPQUEST instructions for the next 24 hours. 184. Have to work hard to COVER her company's actual pollution footprint (expose/stop/limit/prevent, sure, never 'enable'). 185. Use the fire hose to open a path through the environmental activist blockade (unless the story is written for the Ann Coulter fandom). 186. Look tacky, even in the tacky fast-food uniform worn tackily by workers at tacky restaurants across the nation (beauty shines through, sorta thing). 187. Have to change her vanity plate because everyone thinks it says something obscene, rather than the poetic image she intended. 188. Have to say: "I only did one, and that was to pay for tuition." 189. Find that her significant other is more popular at HER family's reunion (not usually a problem for the habitually orphaned Mary Sue). 190. Have to explain the movie rentals on the receipt, and why all three of them have 'firemen' in the title (Her brother, Marty, has to explain the 'Cheerleader' trilogy). 191. Have pictures developed and find a fat half-naked drunk ruined the group photo (save only that the disappointment is immediately forgotten because the next photo in the stack has incriminating evidence that will become part of a major investigation and contribute to the conviction of the involved individuals, once Mary Sue makes sure the villains are aware of the evidence, then manages to foil their attempts to destroy said evidence and prevent her from testifying). 192. Find her house moved off of her property in a mudslide (except if her True Love's home is directly downhill and they're forced together when he comes out to survey the damage and they find that their bedroom windows are now perfectly aligned to each other). 193. Say something foul mouthed at Sunday School. She is far more likely to speak in tongues than drop the f-bomb. 194. Be laughed at by people who know what the lyrics really are, when she reveals what she always thought The Bruce was saying. 195. Have to put air back in tires after ex-lover gets petty revenge. Mary's ex will either tactfully disappear from the scene or go straight to felonious assault.

138. Get a form letter response to the letter she wrote her idol. He writes back personally. 139. Throw a big party and only three people attend. 140. Have to decide where to put the couch she picked up at the landfill. 141. Settle for a job below her capability. 142. Settle for a man who's below her, mentally. 143. Be expelled from the bowling league for wardrobe offenses. 144. Ruin the hedge because no one ever taught her to use power tools. 145. Open the secret compartment in grandma's cedar chest and find only old dry cleaning tags and empty gum wrappers. 146. Have to spend 'bring your pet to school day' apologizing to the owners of small animals for what Mary Sue's pet constrictor has done. 147. Complain about how hard it is to adjust to bifocals. 148. Complain about the difficulty in getting signatures on her petition. 149. Have a double wedding (unless all three of the other people are canon characters). 150. Shop for a casket. Well, not her own, anyway. 151. Come back from (Nashville, Hollywood, Los Angeles, Pocatello), bitter and unsuccessful, to marry the guy at the gas station. 152. Reproduce AFF stories, by any means, print, electronic or other, without prior written permission of the author. 153. Lose at strip poker (unless she wants to)(which would really be winning at strip poker, wouldn't it?)(never mind). 154. Start a poetry publishing business that concentrates on other people's poetry. 155. Start a poetry publishing business motivated mainly by the profits. 156. Start a poetry publishing business, but delegate the task of actually dealing with the poets. 157. Call the office to find out that the temp hired for her vacation is better at the job. 158. Splice cable illegally. Does Mary Sue even watch TV? Other than those news bulletins that spur her to action, of course. 159. Set the bathroom scale ten pounds lighter until after the holidays. 160. Lose the bar bet and have to sing 'Watching Scotty Grow' while accompanying herself on the zither. 161. Have to explain the sleeping arrangements to her mother when caught. Mother Sue is the one that suggests Teen Heart-throb sleep in the girl's bedroom in the first place, with impeccable logic. 162. Go down on a lover who is unwilling to return the favor in kind. 163. Climb into the wrong lifeboat after the ship sinks (the one with the kitchen help, not the dashing officers). 164. Lie about her qualifications to get the job. 165. Lie about her job to impress the family. 166. Mistaken for a serial killer (save only that she escapes in order to bring the killer to justice). 167. Be described by the phrase 'brought to justice.' 168. Be described by the phrase 'died in a shootout with authorities.' 169. Be described by the phrase 'restraining order filed against...' 170. Be described by the phrase 'and topping the list of Blackwell's Fashion Failures...' 171. Receive a donor's organ (although she will donate anything and everything, even things she doesn't actually have a spare of, or that modern medical technology can NOT transfer). 172. Lose designer jeans in the laundromat. 173. Lose a designer jacket in the laundromat. 174. Lose an hour of her life in the laundromat. 175. Have to hitchhike back from Las Vegas (or any Indian Reservation casino). 176. Have to watch the killers escape due to her unfamiliarity with weapons (although she has managed, at times, to dramatically spin the cylinder on an automatic pistol, to dramatically pump a round into the chamber of a break-action shotgun, to dramatically slam in a new magazine to a tube-fed weapon, and to dramatically announce that her single-shot weapon is nearly empty). 177. Knock herself on her ass by discharging a weapon in her hand that a pair of 250-lb Marine's would anchor and lean into to fight the recoil. 178. Get lost on a naval vessel due to unfamiliarity (although she uses port, starboard, aft and foreward pretty much at random). 179. Have to spend hours, under deadline, rewriting her novel because her editor thinks the love scene sucks the big Kahuna root. 180. Catch the conspiracy against her because she put new batteries in her hearing aid and didn't tell anyone. 181. See Jesus in a leaf pile (Mary Sue's visions are technicolor affairs, with a narrator and a musical score).

Yes, they're all mine. No one wants to play, no matter where i post it. (sniff) I'm having fun, though. Glad you enjoy it.

131. Reincarnate at the bottom of the wheel (or the bottom of the marsh). 132. Show up more than two chapters into the fic. Usually, not even three sentences into the fic. 133. Make pets uncomfortable (unless she's a terminator AND does not know that fact until the end of the fic). 134. Have a name that's among the top five most common names for girls in the country this decade (except if that's the author's name or a gender-bent version of the author's name). 135. Have a weight problem (although someone may mention, in the first two paragraphs, that she USED to have a weight problem). 136. Have a skin problem (even if she's part gargoyle or half shark). 137. Have body odor (except when expressed as exactly one sentence by one character following more than two straight days of effort on Mary's part, which is also pointed out in the same sentence, so it's clearly not her fault).

83. Get tangled in the dog's leash (although she may drop the leash, so that Fluffykins can locate the body). 84. Have to stop talking until her listeners stop giggling over her inadvertent use of a word ("Heh-heh, heh, she said 'doody.' Heh-heh."). No one even snickers if Mary Sue suggests putting on a dickie, or talks about what's in her box, or says she pricked her finger. 85. Feel uncomfortable when cross dressing. 86. Feel unladylike when cross dressing. 87. Be unconvincing when cross dressing (although her True Love may feel disconcertingly attracted to the New Guy). 88. Get kicked in the crotch. 89. Get elbowed in the breast. 90. Suffer a failure of birth control device, practice or dosage. 91. Spend a frantic week waiting for confirmation of a failure of birth control device, practices or dosage. 92. Develop a smoking habit during the week spent waiting for confirmation of a failure of birth control. 93. Lose her temper at her True Love during the week spent waiting. 94. Say, 'No, wait, I told that wrong.' 95. Say, 'I don't get it.' 96. Say, 'I guess you had to be there.' 97. Tell a joke that falls flat. 98. Tell a joke that is too off-color for the assembled listeners. 99. Tell an in-joke when someone in the room won't get it. 100. Have to explain it. 101. Have to draw them a picture. 102. Have to act it out. 103. Screw up an incantation and release the demon (although the first time she sounds out the hieroglyphs, she will catch the intonation and rhythm so perfectly that she invokes the demon). 104. Have to spend her third wish wishing that she'd never made the second wish. 105. Be told that her wish violates the rules (excepting a wish that's so cleverly worded that it does an end-run around the rules and the djinni must respectfully acknowledge her skills as he grudgingly grants the wish). 106. Waste a wish on meaningless bullshit. 107. Clutch her chest and scream 'My pacemaker!' 108. Suffer cramps because she didn't wait half an hour before swimming. 109. Listen to someone tell her, "I told you so." 110. Listen to the 'it's all fun and games until...' speech while someone removes a nickel from Mary Sue's left nostril. 111. Have to explain why she's wearing rubber underwear. 112. Shave. 113. Get drunk enough to cry for her mommy. 114. Bite her nails. 115. Have the song 'It's a small world,' stuck in her head for three chapters. 116. Have occassion to call the suicide hotline number (except to locate a canon character who just called the hotline and gave a location which the operator will immediately offer up). 117. Get a noogie. 118. Worry that the armor makes her look butch (beauty shines through...). 119. Be hypnotized into thinking she's a hot dog on a grill (although her secret love for her True Love may be revealed while under hypnosis). 120. Begin to think that a hand puppet, Dragon Mike, is her only real friend. 121. Come out of the bathroom with toilet paper sticking to her shoe. 122. Come out of the bathroom with her skirt tucked into her panty hose. 123. Be interrupted by bombardments during her rousing battle speech to the troops. Battlefields fall silent for Mary Sue, even without the issuing of memos to the artillery of both sides. 124. Lose her glass eye. 125. Have a glass eye (unless....it's a MAGIC glass eye!). 126. Have OCD (unless it's a sexual form of OCD, in which case her case of the fuckbunnies is completely uncontrollable by medication or therapy...until she finds her True Love). 127. Have to say: "And it would have worked if it weren't for those meddling kids..." 128. Find that she is not vindicated by the instant replay 129. Spend any time looking for trapdoors and hidden escape routes without finding one. 130. Spontaneously combust.

40. Wear mud, blood or crud when being introduced (unless the scene includes the phrase '...beauty shone through despite...'). 41. Safety pin the snapped strap on her bra (unless the plot provides a point where she can MacGuyver a nuclear reactor using a flashlight battery and a safety pin she fortuitously has in her bra). 42. Worry about whether the account will cover the check. 43. Rotate her tires. 44. Choose the second-best wine. 45. Dump the entree into the guest of honor's lap. 46. Burn the entree. 47. Forget to cook the entree. 48. Forget to buy the ingredients for the entree. 49. Vomit from stress. 50. Cry (except within ten minutes of reading, hearing or writing a poem, love note or memorial entry in the log). 51. Improperly conjugate a verb, even in languages she doesn't exactly speak. 52. Speak about the Captain (or whichever character plays 'the heavy'), without knowing that he/she is standing right behind her. 53. Come in second place (unless the winner of First Place turns out to have cheated, or otherwise becomes unable to fulfill her office and must abdicate). 54. Incorrectly guesses the sexual orientation of another character (gaydar means never having to say, 'Whoops! Sorry!') 55. Arrive, as the cavalry, just too late to save the day. (Although the cavalry may arrive just too late to save Mary). 56. Miss the action by being on vacation. 57. Miss the action because she couldn't navigate her way out of a giant's boot if he tipped it over and shook. 58. Suffer from a phobia (except if she simply must overcome the phobia to save the day). 59. Get flustered during cross examination. 60. Find herself unprepared for the prosecution's questions. 61. Find herself unprepared for the defense's accusations. 62. Is at a lack for words (except within ten minutes of reading or hearing a poem, love note or memorial entry in the log). 63. Find a cockroach in her salad. 64. Find a cockroach in her neighbor's salad. 65. Fake a crush (Mary Sue's love is just too pure and powerful to mess with). 66. Fake disinterest. 67. Fake an orgasm. 68. Fear an audit. 69. Fear an auditor. 70. Feel threatened by the sexy young intern that just started working here, getting all the (wo)men's attention. If there is such an intern, she IS Mary Sue. 71. Suffer an inaccurate reputation. 72. Need a fluffer. 73. Find lover's porn stash (excepting old stashes that were completely put away after they became lovers and now spur intense adult relations). 74. Put a valentine in the wrong envelope or on the wrong desk. 75. Is outed by a bisexual lover at her wedding ceremony (although the captain performing the ceremony, or the man who gave her away, may respond to 'if there be anyone present who knows of a reason...'). 76. Sit down and let someone else deliver the speech. 77. Sit down and let someone else emergency land the plane. 78. Sit down and let someone else find the murder weapon. 79. Accidentally break classic art (unless the art is a fake, and/or the clue to the murder is in the art). 80. Take the unglamorous but 'just as important' position of spear carrier while the fat lady sings. 81. Forget the words at karaoke. 82. Fail in an attempt to construe an original love song while on stage when her True Love enters the theatre/night club/auditorium. All Mary Sue's ad-libs come out as smoothly as if she'd written and rewritten them for hours at a keyboard in a distant bedroom or basement until they were polished.

I get weird and confused responses to some of my shrinking stories, but the oddest has to have been to a story where i experimented with the 'last man on a world of amazons' cliche. This is only part of a review for: http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/review...ad&no=544202902

26 sept. My kids are 18 March, 10 April, 10 April. They were SUPPOSED to be 18 june, 10 July and 10 July, all three preemies.