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SACWRITER is the author of my two favorite stories. Though they aren't published books(that I know of as of now), they are internet stories that absolutely captivated me. The characters come alive SO WELL!
I'm a huge fan of Sacwriter's work, and I'd love to share it with you. Be warned, though... These stories invlove vivid description of sex between two girls. If you can't handle that, then don't read them. One day I might just create an edited version, but not without Sacwriter's permission. I don't really want to edit it anyway... It really takes away from the story. So yeah, if you can't handle it... Don't read it.
And for those of you that are open-minded enough...
ENJOY!
I would suggest reading Becka the Beast first, since it comes first in the "series"...
"Gia Cameron heaved the book bag she carried over one shoulder a bit higher, as she paused to look at the new school where she would be spending the next two years of her life. It was an old building, at least be California standards, made with brown brick and massive dimensions. It had three floors of classrooms, and probably another floor of space underneath the tiled roof, a sloping surface that was totally anachronistic in this warm climate that never saw snow.
"Anachronistic, she thought, chiding herself. Better watch the vocabulary, Cameron. It's going to be tough enough being the new girl without being a brain, too."
"Joe Munson stood in front of the bathroom mirror and scowled, but the face in the mirror just scowled right back. It wasn't a very impressive face, it was short and thin, and topped with a ragged mop of coal black hair. It also sported a pair of glasses in clunky black plastic frames shielding gray eyes, resting on a shoe button nose so small that they kept slipping down. He'd spend the rest of that day absentmindedly pushing those glasses back up. The mouth below that nose had lips that were thick and pouty and would probably look good on a girl, but were much too effeminate for a seventeen year old boy. The face looked young, and sensitive.
"No, not very impressive at all."
