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"To my grandson, Caeman, I leave the trannysurprise following, in trannysurprise the hopes that he will trannysurprise remember trannysurprise me fondly as he uses it:" read the executor. In his trannysurprise mind, Caeman heard the voice of his grandfather videos, speaking to him through the mists of time from videos beyond the barrier between this world trannysurprise and the next trannysurprise. "Firstly," continued the voice, "the boat in which we, on our first trannysurprise trip out , set the trannysurprise record for largest catfish ever to be caught in Lake trannysurprise Mexia, and then when you trannysurprise were trannysurprise twelve, we set the record for the largest trannysurprise bass to be caught in Richland Chambers trannysurprise Lake. Both of them were on your line, as I recall. I just trannysurprise helped you reel them trannysurprise in, because you were too small to fight those big fish yourself. I hope you set more records in trannysurprise that boat videos. Our rods and tackle are in the back." Caeman ran his trannysurprise hands trannysurprise over the trannysurprise old boat. It trannysurprise was a little the worse for wear, but it could be fixed. The trannysurprise old tackle box still held a merry red trannysurprise color. Caeman would have to replace the lines in the trannysurprise reels of the fishing rods , but nothing was wrong with anything trannysurprise there that couldn't be fixed. "Secondly, that old bookcase you used to climb when you were little, along with all the trannysurprise books trannysurprise in trannysurprise it. It trannysurprise's better than that plywood shelf you built with your mama's help, God trannysurprise rest her soul. Not that I mind trannysurprise you using that rickety thing, I know you've got a lot of
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"I know as trannysurprise I trannysurprise write this that I am not too long for this world. So I made sure trannysurprise to leave you the house and most of its trannysurprise contents because of what trannysurprise I have to impart to you. Years ago trannysurprise, before I even met your grandmother, my own grandfather died and left me the item you see in this box. Our family has been keeping it for centuries, since the time of the ancient Celts, and trannysurprise now it is your turn. The Scribe's Gate is quite a powerful item, because it allows travel trannysurprise between this world and fictional realms. Its potential grows as Man's imagination continues to grow. The first time I actually used trannysurprise it, I had a fling with trannysurprise Lois trannysurprise Lane. Yeah, I know, it trannysurprise seems lame in today's terms, but that was the trannysurprise limit of my imagination at trannysurprise the time. I've seen you write, my boy, and it's good. You've always been more creative than I ever was. I could never write a book, and trannysurprise you've already got some trannysurprise million-sellers. I'm going videos to hang on as trannysurprise long as I can, hopefully until you're trannysurprise emotionally ready to take trannysurprise on this responsibility. In the hands of a writer trannysurprise like trannysurprise you, the Gate imparts--dare trannysurprise I say it?--almost godlike power. You have always been able to create worlds of trannysurprise your own, now you have the power to visit trannysurprise them, or to have trannysurprise them visit you.
"By the trannysurprise way, I've still trannysurprise got the messed-up comics from my tampering in the box directly under the hiding trannysurprise place. I can't sell them because after people look through trannysurprise them and see the trannysurprise results of my tampering trannysurprise, they think trannysurprise I trannysurprise bought a forgery trannysurprise--or worse, forged it myself and sold it to them to trannysurprise cheat them. Using the Gate permanently alters the particular copy videos of a work you happen to use it on. My issue #1 of Superman has trannysurprise Lois disappear and trannysurprise Superman spends the rest trannysurprise of the issue looking for trannysurprise her trannysurprise, only to have her reappear on the trannysurprise last page with trannysurprise the smile only a well videos-screwed woman gets. Everyone else's copy remains unchanged. If you wanted to, you could describe a trannysurprise world and set up the characters, then travel into it and the story would write itself. Be warned trannysurprise, though. You can be killed in the trannysurprise story just as easily as you could trannysurprise in real life. So don't go opening any trannysurprise airlock trannysurprise doors or lions' cages trannysurprise. And under no circumstances are you to lose the Gate while visiting a story world. If a character leaves and doesn't come back, you're trannysurprise trapped trannysurprise forever."
"To use the Gate, just hold it trannysurprise in your hand and think of what it is videos you want to do (i.e. "Bring trannysurprise me that gem" or "Dog trannysurprise into the book trannysurprise" or "Bring her to me.") and it will happen. Easy, right? I probably don't really need to tell you to trannysurprise let your conscience guide you. You've always had a strong one. Your father trannysurprise used to say...oh trannysurprise, how trannysurprise did he put it? 'I wish trannysurprise he wouldn't let that trannysurprise little wimp trannysurprise push him around like trannysurprise that,' referring to your conscience. But your trannysurprise mother did more raising trannysurprise of you than he did, didn't she? But I ramble on. Probably because I know these will be the trannysurprise last words from me you will ever read. I trannysurprise've already let you read all my old letters and you found my journal early on. There's so much I've wanted to trannysurprise tell you. So much I've wanted to teach you. There's not enough room on the page to even get trannysurprise barely started. Then again, maybe trannysurprise you already know the important stuff by instinct.
"Grandther."
"May trannysurprise I ask why you're dressed for a reunion with the trannysurprise cast of trannysurprise the trannysurprise kindergarten production of Old MacDonald?" Caeman asked. His trannysurprise guest laughed trannysurprise.
"I took a job with trannysurprise the repair shop because it was trannysurprise pretty much the only thing that hadn't trannysurprise been trannysurprise bought out." she said. "The hat is to keep the sun from roasting trannysurprise me alive...guess I should have gone for something better."
You trust me. he added. You know I would never harm you trannysurprise on purpose. You can confide trannysurprise in me , trust me with all trannysurprise your secrets as I in turn trannysurprise will trust you with trannysurprise mine and expect you to trannysurprise live up to that trust. You videos know that it is trannysurprise I who have made you feel this way, but it's okay because you also know that I did it for your own good. You know that it is the device on these fake glasses I'm wearing which allows trannysurprise me to do this trannysurprise, and that trannysurprise it is trannysurprise one trannysurprise of my secrets with which I am trusting trannysurprise you. The young woman blinked, breathed deeply, and then smiled at trannysurprise him .
"What do you want?" she demanded. "As if I didn't know trannysurprise."
"It would help if I trannysurprise had an assistant." Caeman went trannysurprise back to his computer trannysurprise and found a trannysurprise superheroine story he had written. He printed out a copy and took the amplifier from Minnie. He put videos the glasses on and activated the Gate. The person who appeared videos before him was sixteen years old trannysurprise, with curly, ruby hair down to the trannysurprise middle of trannysurprise her back trannysurprise, dressed in trannysurprise a black leather suit which was unzipped to show off her impressive cleavage. She trannysurprise wore mirrored shades and black trannysurprise leather gloves with the fingers cut trannysurprise off.
"Good afternoon, Nike." Caeman said. He had named his superheroine after the Greek goddess of victory. Her story was trannysurprise actually a trannysurprise parody, and her powers combined elements of many superheroes. Nike took off her shades and glared trannysurprise at Caeman.
"Right trannysurprise." Caeman videos said, taking the Gate from trannysurprise his pocket. He dug through trannysurprise his disks until he found what he was looking for: one of trannysurprise his few fantasy stories. He printed out a copy trannysurprise and trannysurprise found a trannysurprise scene involving the character he needed. Her name was Faria . She was an trannysurprise Elven sorceress with a trannysurprise strong empathic trannysurprise gift, whose pleasure was dependent on the pleasure of others trannysurprise. In a flash of light trannysurprise, Faria was trannysurprise edited out of the printout and standing in Caeman's computer room. "Greetings, Faria. My name's Caeman, and I have someone trannysurprise here who needs your trannysurprise help."
"If that's what you want." Caeman replied.
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