Mystery Tales and Private Detective are two of Nolan Media's premiere, stand-alone magazines on my intranet.
Now these feature their own roster of stars, with a few contributing independents such as Julie
Stanton, Rita Cortez, Shirley Williams, Scarlette Hawks, etc. These stars are distinguished from
their Image1 stable mates in that they have no true physical abnormalities and they may head up
their own title and not be able to lick a stamp. Now these would include Cathy Colbert, Julie Stanton,
Lady Farrah, and the lady shown below, Ellen Langston of Mystery Tales Magazine.
The near six-foot amateur detective endured a bit
of belly pain in her first two episodes. A picture
is shown her being watched by young stranger while
on her way home (a sketch is on my Web site). This
little boy would soon give her plenty of problems!
She had dressed down to her undersized navy blue pullover, which sleeves barely
covered her elbows, the striped bikini panties she had worn, and a fresh pair of
sweat socks. From this, he knew she was in for the night, which indeed soured his
plans. The six-foot 210 lb. former college volleyball player and field hockey
captain seemed a most formidable opponent at first, but he knew he had to do some-
thing. She turned on the tv, sitting on the edge of the bed. At that point, he decided to
make his move. He tried to get to the door, but upon recognizing him, she rushed
ahead of him, blocking the door.
"Care to explain the purpose of this little invasion, little man?" she asked. As
she approached him, he backed away, throwing objects, from her bureau, at her. As
she continued to come at him, he jumped on the bed and dove upon her broad
shoulders. This causes her to lose her balance and drop to her knees. He fell to
the floor between her and the bed, now trapped more than ever. Sheila struggled to
grab his arms, but he was too fast. However, her bulging, half-bare stomach offered
a vast target for his small, hard fist. For all her size, she had a cotton-soft mid-section,
which was her greatest weakness. Angered, she tried to grab at his shirt, only to take
a fist to the jaw! She hoisted him across her shoulders, thinking she had him beat.
However, her show of dominance was twarted by another small fist stinging her
left side, in the tender area between her hip and ribcage. She grunted loudly, quite
surprised. another, a small girl about his size, had joined the fight. As Sheila tried
to keep the boy helpless across her shoulders, she was helpless to stop the girl's
fists from pounded at her stomach. Now locked in true misery, Sheila could do no-
thing to protect herself. The boy was now pulling back on her hair, grabbing at her
face, as the girl's fist sank into the thin-skinned navel area and her bulging solar
plexus, striking her large targets in a manner as if awaiting Sheila to release to boy
after each punch.
Angered more so than hurting, she finally dropped the boy to the floor. She
held her sore stomach, watching the two small invaders rushing to the door. She
had tried to grab them, but the girl took a pitcher of water on a nearby stand and
hurled it at her. The boy made certain the big woman would not follow, as he rammmed
his head into her tenderized stomach.
From Langston Files, Mystery Tales Magazine
