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      <title>Heather in the Highlands</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Hi Folks, one of my earlier stories that has been refreshed. - Shelley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Heather McCreadie sighed as the ruined castle loomed closer. This unexpected storm had thwarted her plans for a good walk today and it was raining hard enough that she&amp;rsquo;d decided to take shelter and ride it out. Coming inside and dumping her rucksack by the door.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Obviously she was alone, thirty miles north west of Inverness on a long walk to Ullapool. But now she needed to let the mountain rescue people in the closest town know she was safely in cover.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Jesse In Jeopardy</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Hi Folks, previously posted on another site under my alternate Wingco name. Starts slowly but builds to a&amp;hellip;. Regards, Shelley xxx&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was very stormy as the boat crossed towards the Western Isles. On board Jesse Haig was looking forward to a month cycling and camping the length of the Scottish islands. A stunning young woman of twenty-two years old, almost Viking in appearance. Think of Hagar&amp;rsquo;s daughter and you&amp;rsquo;d get the idea. Thick wavy golden blonde hair, long legs and an athletic body to die for and she&amp;rsquo;d attracted her fair share of attention since she&amp;rsquo;d blossomed. Even today while booking her ticket the seller had almost drooled over her. Still a body like hers was a rare sight up here and he&amp;rsquo;d only been human after all.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Rosie&#39;s Borneo Bind</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Hi Folks, Latest from me. This already posted on Gromet&amp;rsquo;s site under a different author (still me) entitled Everything going Wright and Rosie in undiscovered Borneo. Regards, Shelley aka Wingco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One - Bind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rosita Wright almost felt like Lara Croft when she finally found the jungle green starting to thin out and she could hear the waves nearby. After so many days it seemed of battling past hordes of creepy crawlies that tried to go where not required the young woman appeared to be close to the end of her goal. Examining this remote island off Borneo&amp;rsquo;s northern coast that apparently nobody from the West had ever visited. Quite why this could be Rosie, as she&amp;rsquo;d always preferred during college didn&amp;rsquo;t know. All the pilot who&amp;rsquo;d dropped her off a month ago said was he&amp;rsquo;d assumed it was because the place was much smaller than the islands in the main part of the chain, only about 40 square miles. Those teemed with the wildlife that kept all the naturalists agog with wonder, so this place, last in the line and much further out had been forgotten about until now.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Wingco Learns Her 3 R&#39;s</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; A mixture of reality and fiction. i&amp;rsquo;ll leave you to decided when one finished and the other started&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Red dress + Red Army = RED ALERT!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Another boring trucking day was drawing to a close. Mike, my husband was deciding where to park for the night and I knew he was getting close to the time limit. I was checking the fridge in the vehicle wondering what to cook for our tea. Lasagne or Cannelloni it appeared was the choice as the other two pasta dishes we&amp;rsquo;d eaten last night while queuing at the Bulgarian border. Drinks were already brewing because Mike likes a cuppa while writing up the day&amp;rsquo;s log for Garry, his boss in the UK.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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