| To the newcomers discovering my page, here is the order to read for the Tyler stories -Tyler's Origins -New Lease On Life -Tyler's Voicemail -Detox All the others are Non-Tyler related and you can read in any order. |


Hiding in The Genetic Park - 2 One shot of Jose Cuervo, straight.Hiding in The Genetic Park - 2 by =Cooper3
Two pints of British ale, craft beer (double the alcohol) only distributed to Rusty Pete’s. One I just drank, the other in my paw.
And waiting for two duck fart shots from the buck anthro named Larry. No kidding, that’s the drink’s name.
Yeah. I’m a party boy… or girl. With that much alcohol in my system I was waiting for that familiar tipsy feeling. I was experiencing a minor buzz while leaning on the bar, the sweatshirt hood over my head. The hanging televisions played music, like Jim Collins I guessed. The music fit the bar’s woodland cabin décor. If


Hiding in The Genetic Park - 1 What went wrong? I asked myself that repeatedly during the trip like a department store television on an annoying loop. Listen it wasn’t my fault I spotted the guy printing counterfeit money in the basement of the apartment building, I stumbled into it. That… is… it. Wrong place, right time, and uncontrollable shit. The next minute I’m a witness to an internal mafia crime and the criminal threatened me I’ll be whacked. Which is why I was sitting in a black Ford Taurus, parked in front of my temporary home. Past the rainstorm smacking against the tinted window, the resort’s name shined through.Hiding in The Genetic Park - 1 by =Cooper3


Tyler's Profession - Prologue Rebecca was running towards the swings with Tyler catching up. The children’s voices, filled with laughter and joy filled the park in the summer. It was quite common for the two children to play in the park more than three times a week as they go to the same school.Tyler's Profession - Prologue by =Cooper3
“You can’t catch me. You can’t catch me,” Rebecca repeated with a playful laugh. “I’m the Gingerbread Girl.”
“Oh yes I can,“ Tyler called out, running after her and only a few feet from touching her back.
Jumping over a half buried plank and under guardrails Rebecca reached the swings, grabbing onto the chai
| To the newcomers discovering my page, here is the order to read for the Tyler stories -Tyler's Origins -New Lease On Life -Tyler's Voicemail -Detox All the others are Non-Tyler related and you can read in any order. |

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