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  1. Lessons Learned By Andrew Todd Chapter 23 The weekend before Christmas, the new house was ready for the boys to move in. The high school boys took Friday off from school since it was only a half day anyway. Most of the house was decorated with new furnishings, so there wasn’t much ‘moving in’ to do, just a lot of organizing. The interior decorator that CJ and Danny had hired had taken care of the common areas like the kitchen, living room and family room. She had also had her team decorate the house for Christmas. The boys all spent Friday organizing their own spaces. The house had
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  2. Chapter 25 Hot Springs – Early October 1992 A Month Later “They found it,” Steve said to his wife with a grin on his face. “It’s always gives me a kick when they ‘discover’ the hot springs.” It had been several weeks – several wonderful early-fall weeks – since school had started. The boys’ shyness of the first days had worn off, and the typical teenage boys’ sense of discovery and adventure had taken over. Two of the boys had discovered the hot springs while they were hiking along the river trail early one afternoon. They had noticed the steam coming out of the creek, and when
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  3. Three Hearts By Andrew Todd Chapter 2 Brice lay in bed Sunday morning. Milo had his body shoved up against his new master. Brice had tried to show the dog the bed that he had prepared for him in the corner of the room, but every time he woke up, Milo was on the comforter sleeping next to him. Brice had not slept much. He usually didn’t remember his dreams, but all he could think of were the two alternating dreams that had filled his mind all through the night. In the first dream, he was making love with Justin. It was hot, passionate and physical. Justin was a hungry lover, who was in
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  4. EPILOGUE Matty was troubled. Sam wasn’t acting like himself. He had known Sam for too long to not recognize when something was wrong... or when he meant something he said. And Matty knew that Sam didn’t mean the hurtful things he said. The words were there but there was also a hesitation in his body. It was like he was trying to stop himself from saying those words yet he couldn’t. Matty suspected what was happening to Sam but had no proof of it. He knew what it was like to have someone or something else control him against his will. It was, after all, the first ever experience he had as he
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  5. Yeah, so life has changed drastically since Trebs and I took on responsibility for raising my niece and nephew. If anyone had told me four years ago I'd calmly sit in a Doctor's office talking about my niece's menstrual periods and similar topics all while reminding my 14 year old baseball player that 1) No, he does not want to be my son-in-law no matter if it's Tyler OR Kaliann he marries and 2) get into a texting battle with the idiot mother of a good kid whose enjoyment of baseball she is about to ruin - I'd have called you crazy. But that was at least part of my morning. Then we get
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  6. Hearing Zach's cries in the middle of the night, though muffled by our closed bedroom door, nearly broke my heart. They were far too quiet to be cries for attention; they were cries I knew too well – cries of a broken soul. I quickly threw on a pair of gym shorts and rushed out of the bedroom as quietly as I could, so as not to disturb Noah, who was still snoring softly. All the doors in the hallway were closed, and I couldn't quite pinpoint where the sobs were coming from. I first tried Zach's bedroom, only to find it empty. The cries had briefly stopped, and I was about to try the office, w
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  7. “Kei…Kei. Wake up.” Kei cracked open his eyes and groaned. The light from the window stabbed into his head and hurt so much he could scream. Hadn’t he closed the bloody curtains? “Go away,” he moaned. “Well, I could,” the shadowy figure between himself and the window said in the voice of his room-mate, “but I don’t think you’d thank me if I did.” “What do you mean?” Kei dragged himself upright against the headboard and the shadowy figure resolved itself. It was, indeed, Paul his room-mate. “Aren’t you supposed to be meeting Alex this morning?” “Yeah, but I’ve got plenty of time.” He blin
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  8. Blake pulled the shower curtain back and reached for his towel. For a school with as many rich kids as Graydon, you'd think they could afford more than a piece of cheap plastic for the showers. Then again, the dorms were not the housing of choice. As the 'most affordable' option, the majority of students who lived there didn't qualify as the 'well heeled.' But the place fit his family's budget, wasn't far from practice and he and his roommate got along well. At least they did so far. Coming out might change that, which could weigh in favor of staying put. Staying put meant saying goodbye to
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  9. I hadn't published anything in years, never mind putting out anything gay. However, I get bored and that itch comes back, you know the one ... well I hope you do cause you're reading this. That itch to read a good story. I love my books, but face it, they are expensive. Almost by accident I found GA. Then I got sucked in by one of the curmudgeons who likes to bite his minions and who writes some fairly twisted stories. Of course the advantage of GA is you can comment on any story ... if you join. Damn. So I joined. Then I posted a story. I found a fairly dedicated team to help my writing make
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  10. I stayed huddled downstairs for the remainder of the day, writing my cover letter and application for the local middle school I was hoping to get hired at. I had wanted to bring it up to have Logan look it over once I was done, but that wasn’t going to happen now. Tears jumped back into my eyes as I thought about him. What had I done? I set my laptop aside, no longer able to concentrate on listing out all of my references. What had I done wrong? Maybe he was frustrated with the new side of my personality. I couldn’t help it though, I’d become comfortable with him, comfortable enough that I t
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  11. I was absolutely terrified to post my first story. I had lurked reading on GA and other sites until I finally got a final nudge to come here to post. I was told this would be a much better environment to nurture a fledgling writer. It couldn't have been more true. I received a great deal of beneficial feedback that has made me feel much more confidant in my skills and it has encouraged me to continue. I haven't seen the sense of community at other sites that I see here. It makes me glad I was pushed in this direction.
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  12. I agree with Jo Ann - a place with great stories and also a place where you can goof around and have fun. I really love this place
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  13. Sometimes I feel like I have adopted a hoard of kids and at least a few of them make me smile or laugh everyday. It doesn't get much better than here! Support and friends is what it is all about.
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  14. Chapter 24 Idanha – September 1992 A Month Later Idanha School is designed to create an intensive initial impact for boys, teach them positive behavior and communication skills, and integrate strong work habits with effective interpersonal functioning. The beginning of the boys’ stay is comprised of teaching the basic lessons of the outdoors–personal responsibility and awareness of how their behavior affects others and their environment. It is also a beginning for them to gain self-esteem which is based on internal feelings instead of their external world. During the latter part of the ye
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  15. Back in El Paso Thelma was lugging down the last of the bags she was going to be taking with her to Dallas when she heard a knock on the door. Looking at the watch on her wrist she started to mumble to herself it was too early. She thought it was the taxi that she called to take her to the airport, but when she opened the door, she saw it wasn’t, it was her parents instead. Hesitantly she invited them in knowing why they were there. It wasn’t to wish her a safe trip or good luck. It was to continue the conversation they were having the night before over the phone but this time in person. A co
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  16. Later that evening, after an afternoon spent playing volleyball at the beach, there was a formal dinner in the dining room at the house. Joshua sat beside Alexi sipping wine while he watched Alexi try to out wit his biologist aunt. His thoughts filled with the conversation he and Phillip Taylor had in the morning while they’d been fishing. “Are you working towards tenure at NYU, Joshua?” “Yes.” “Why did you want to become a Professor?” “I loved the idea of teaching what I know.” Joshua chuckled when Phillip raised a silver brow at him. “Alright, maybe I’d watched a few too many Indiana
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  17. Three Hearts By Andrew Todd Chapter 1 Brice Matthews stood in front of the small school building and silently cursed his father for deciding to accept a new job and move them right before his senior year. He had spent eleven years maneuvering the Prince William County school district in Northern Virginia; he knew who to avoid, who to befriend and how to stay out of trouble. Now, when he was a year away from escape, his father decided to throw him this curve. Brice knew he couldn’t really blame his dad. It had been just the two of them since Brice was seven and his flighty mother had d
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  18. The house I pulled up to looked nice. Like the pictures, at least, which was a good start. Half the other places I’d looked at barely habitable garbage dumps with no resemblance to the pictures I'd seen. Bailey jumped into my lap, smushing the paper I was holding and slobbering all over my face. “Bailey stop it!” I grabbed her nose and held it away, frowning as hard as I could into her big brown eyes. She didn't get it. She wriggled and yipped until she was free and flopped over, begging for a tummy rub. I acquiesced and absently stroked her soft fur as I read through the ad again. I’d
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  19. Trevor, through little fault of his own, finds himself with few choices. Desperate and hunted, he decides that his best chance is to head out to sea on his boat, for a circumnavigation of the Earth. His boat, Atlantis, is a fifty-five foot cruising catamaran, bequeathed to him by his mother prior to her mysterious disappearance. Come along for the ride and explore with Trevor, as he discovers many things, not the least of which is himself.
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  20. In a place far from the eyes of the Seven Cities, a group of mages prepare for a Darkness that threatens to consume all. One particular mage seems special above all though he does not realize it yet. The trials coming in his days ahead will shape his world as a rising evil threatens to return once more.
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  21. Knowing me, there's never any telling what's going to happen... But first, I have to finish the dozen or more stories sitting on my computer in different stages of completion. My jaw literally about hit the floor when I seen it, so whatever work it took, you managed it!!! My hubby always tells me I'm really hard to surprise, but I so so so appreciated it and the effort it took! Thank you!!! Who? Me? At least you have a couple perks with being a beta for me... There is the disadvantage though of getting story starts and then me losing interest in that particula
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  22. Chapter Two December Jarred and I were on my motorcycle, cruising up the streets colored with the dark rainbow that we call Manhattan at Night. It was maybe four o’clock in the morning. We had spent the last hours sitting at a table in the club just talking. “This is the beginning of my courting you, lovely,” was Jarred’s answer to us staying and talking for so long. “Hey December,” Jarred whispered in my ear, making me shiver. “Hmmm?” I answered back. “Which house is closer, mine or your’s?” “Why?” “Well, it’s late and if my house is farther away, I don’t want you to go out of your wa
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  23. Reading these make me very happy. I think GA is a very special place filled with extraordinary fiction and even more extraordinary people. Sure, GA has had its fair share of mishaps and site wide disagreements, some of which have been long buried, but overall, deep down the people are kind, supportive, and genuine. I think that's why a lot of us have stuck around here for so long. I've never felt more part of an online community than I have felt at *home* here. Thanks Renee for compiling these!
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  24. Chapter 10: Secret Meetings Zune I felt someone caressing my forehead, ruffling my hair. There was only one person who could do that. “Please mom, tell me whatever I saw last night was just a weird dream,” I croaked groggily. My eyes were still closed. “No, it wasn’t,” my mom affirmed kissing at my temple. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at her. “Mom, I think you are rushing into something without thinking everything through. I think you’re making a rash decision,” I remarked calmly. “No, I’m not, hon.” She emitted a long breath and continued, “I haven’t forgiven him altogether.
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  25. It was pure silence for almost ten minutes before the first person spoke and when he did, it restarted the same argument they just had. Jerry Jones and Coach Campbell looked on as the coaches tried to sell their vision of where the team should go. Each of them had good and bad ideas in their vision and it was up to Campbell and Jones to weed through it all. “Okay, okay!” Campbell yelled trying to get control of the conversation. “There is no doubt in anyone’s mind that each and every one of us at this table loves our team. We’d do anything to get back to the level of playing it should be and
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  26. Chapter 23 With Amelia – August 1992 Two Weeks Later Over breakfast a couple of weeks after returning from the trek, Micah’s thoughts kept returning to the night before. He and Amelia had driven to Colfax and rented a motel room. They hadn’t even stopped for dinner. Their clothes were off the minute they closed the door to Room 14. Micah threw the bedspread and blankets onto the only chair in the room. Amelia lay down on her back almost immediately, with her legs spread. Micah lay between them and sucked softly at her nipples while his finger felt the moisture in her vagina. Soo
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  27. Chapter One December I’m cute. Everyone calls me cute or adorable. With my wide and innocent looking eyes, my height at 5’3(though I’m twenty one), my almost-white blonde, past shoulder length hair, my creamy and slightly pale skin tone, the fact that I look so small and delicate (fuck, even my features were delicate. In our times I was, in basics, considered a twink), and that I’m overly shy, I guess I am cute. Hell if ya put a dress on me, I could be a girl. The only things that really make me exotic are my eyes and lips. My left eye is chocolate brown and the other is sea foam green and m
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  28. SIS 19 The next morning Dad woke me by banging on the door. I groaned rolling over just as he came in. The boxes containing most of my things were taped and in the corner of the room. When I looked up at him he already had his arms crossed over his chest. It was his coaching stance, he always thought it was intimidating and it probably would be if I wasn’t so used to it and too angry with him to care. “Get your lazy ass up,” he said and I sat up on the edge of the bed. “Good morning to you too,” I said and scratched my stomach. “It would be if it wasn’t nearly noon,” he sa
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  29. The effect of tea is cooling. As a drink, it suits very well Persons of self-restraint and good conduct, When … depressed … One should drink tea only….” Lu Yu, Ch’a Ching, 780 Four San Meor followed a silent Ziyu back to the Precious Teahouse. Ziyu hadn’t said much after he’d made his proposal. He figured it was because of the hard time the younger man had experienced in the bank. Matters of money were more tiring than a day spent digging the ground in a farm. He could only imagine the turmoil Ziyu was going through. Walking beside Ziyu, he took the opportunity to study the younger
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  30. Chapter 20 A Hellish Day – March 1991 A Month Later “You’ve only practiced two hours this week. Two hours,” Betty shouted. “Basketball season is over. Your vacation is over. It’s time for us to get back to where we were.” “Us? You mean that you want me to get back to work so that you can get back to where you were.” “What are you talking about?” “Nothing.” Micah shrugged his shoulders. “I want you to be a great violinist, Micah. If you don’t want to do it, forget it, once and for all. They come from all ove
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  31. “Wow Troy, Coach Campbell doesn’t look too pleased on what is going on out there with his defensive line on the field right now. He looks like he wants to tear off the heads of the referees and I surely don’t blame him. The Washington Redskins are just rolling right over the Dallas defense and they seem to have no answer to what is happening out on the field.” “No Joe, they haven’t been able to put together a stop yet here today. But it isn’t unusual for the Dallas team this year. It was supposed to be their year to make it all the way to the big show, but they can’t even put together a win h
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  32. Lessons Learned By Andrew Todd Chapter 21 CJ slammed down the phone as Sarge walked into the office. “Problem?” Sarge asked. “I’ve been trying to get a nanny/housekeeper hired for the last week. Every time I find one I like and I have Doug run the background check he finds something,” CJ sighed. “You’d think I could find one person I liked to watch Idgie that didn’t appear on ‘America’s Most Wanted’.” “I might be able to help you with that,” Sarge said. “That would be great, what do you have in mind?” “Well, there’s a lady I served with--she put in her twenty and just retired. She’
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  33. From the album: Mercy of my FB friends!

    Found this on FB!! Isnt it adorable??
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  34. Chapter 10 Guarneri – March 1988 Ten Months Later “I have a violin I want you to try, Micah,” Jake said as they sat in the living room in Jake and Robbie’s Queen Anne house on one of his trips. It was just the three of them in the living room, relaxing after dinner and a weekend of lessons for Micah with Marcia Vilas. Marcia had dropped Micah off earlier in the day, begging off from a dinner invitation due to a prior commitment. Jake rose from the sofa, untangling himself from Robbie’s arm that had been loosely draped over his shoulder, and went down the hall, returning wit
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  35. Chapter 9 Provenance – May 1987 A Few Days Later Betty decided to return from staying at her sister’s for Robert’s last full day before he set off for Pennsylvania – with that odious man, Sam. She was reluctant to return home, but Robert was her first son, so she wanted to prepare one last home-cooked meal for him despite his repugnant lifestyle choice. She convinced herself that she would simply have to bear it for only a few hours. Maybe he and Sam would break up; she’d heard that homosexuals were promiscuous, and that might lead to a breakup, which would solve her prob
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  36. Chapter 7 Homecoming – May 1987 The Next Spring Robert Kingman was coming home – in two weeks. He was bringing someone with him. The letter announcing this, mailed from Djakarta, Indonesia, arrived in the morning mail one day in early May. It was the only personal message among a maze of catalogs and bills that arrived that day. It had been almost 15 years since Robert had left home. The communications from this oldest Kingman child were infrequent – occasional letters and phone calls on birthdays and Christmas holidays A standing invitation by Betty and Stan to come home for a visit any ti
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  37. Jesse: A ‘Riding Lessons’ Interlude By Andrew Todd Jesse Osterman’s earliest memories were of horses. His mother, Elizabeth, was a trainer in Wellington, Florida. Jesse was almost born in a barn, but Elizabeth made it to the hospital just in time. Much gossip was floated around the inner circles of Wellington society when an unmarried, seemingly unattached Elizabeth Osterman became pregnant. There were those who thought that maybe Elizabeth didn’t know who the father of her child was or that she had sought the services of a sperm bank or that Jesse was the result of a drunken one-nig
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  38. Creating a Gate was one of the most personal of spells. Dalen had read an ancient text on the process, supposedly from as far back as the time of his most famous ancestor Vanyel Ashkevron. Prince Dellinar had shown him the book and its ancient language had been only part of the difficulty in reading the text. The Empire of the East from which the King and most of the mages of Hardorn had originated from called them Portals and managed to do things with Gates that most Western Mages had thought impossible. They could make Portals without using the supporting structure of an arch or doorway. N
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  39. “When the nobles wage war, it is the commoners that pay the price in blood!” The speaker exclaimed, keeping the rapt attention of the crowd that had been listening to him for the last half-mark. Dalen had been there since the beginning, towards the back of the square, dressed in a faded pair of corduroy pants and an old shirt of a faded red color. Quinn had come into his office an hour ago, with these clothes in hand and pushed them towards him. “Gramma said you’re to put these on and go down to Orator’s Square.” Quinn had said in a no-nonsense tone. Since Quinn was already supposed to have
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  40. Dylan: A ‘Riding Lessons’ Interlude By Andrew Todd Dylan Summers walked through the barn looking for his missing glove. The thirteen-year-old had been riding at Sanders Farm since he was six and was one of the winningest riders they had had in recent years. He was also incredibly absentminded, so it was not unusual to see him running around the barn looking for something or other that he had misplaced. Today it was a glove, tomorrow it would be his helmet or crop or something else. Tanner Collins laughed as he watched his best friend hunt high and low for his glove. The two boys had be
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  41. Danny & CJ By Andrew Todd Daniel Aaron James had been born twenty-one years ago to Alison James. As long as he could remember it had been just him and his mom. His mom had told him that his father had deserted her when he learned she was pregnant and she would not terminate the pregnancy. Danny had had a happy childhood. He and his mom did not have a lot. Alison worked full-time and went to college at night. By the time Danny was eight she had graduated and was able to get a teaching job at a local private high school. Not only did the position pay better than the jobs she had been wor
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  42. Cavel held Bashta's hand on yet another flight. This time his mate wasn't medicated or focused on any sick kitlings so Cavel kept talking to him. "What are we going to do about the baby?" Bashta asked. "Bring her home of course." Bashta caressed Cavel's hand, trying to ease the red marks he had left when the plane took off. Cavel pulled his hand up and kissed his knuckles. "You would do that for me?" Cavel nodded simply. "Look, from all the evidence and, while not much, what we do have points almost inconclusively to this unknown jaguar to being one of your siblings. That makes
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  43. It’s been two years since Sam died and almost a yearr since Adam finished ISWB for him. I pretty well dumped all the communication about it onto Adam, and he’s been nice enough to handle it for me. I never spent a whole lot of time in these online places, and I don’t intend to change that, but some of the same questions come up over and over. I do read through the comments and reviews posted here eventually. I asked Adam to post this someplace that wouldn’t get buried to answer some of them. First off, yes, I am the real Brian. We were together until he died. ISWB ends a few months before w
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  44. Jake Taylor is definitely not gay... ...Except, he might be.
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  45. I never expected his tenderness. Cats were said to be fierce lovers, mating with passion once their bonds were formed. With Natham and me... nothing was as it 'usually was'. Our bond, our differing clans, and the attack we both survived from his father had delayed our mating. I felt so close to him it was hard to remember that we had met only once before our bond was formed. A courtship normally went on much longer with both our species. I had resisted Natham foolishly. I could no longer push him away; I didn't want to. I had asked him to take me and then I was overcome with shyness. We wer
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  46. Rory's mom just died and soon after the funeral his life is turned upside down when he finds out that his mom has contacted the father that he never knew. Now, he's forced to live in the desert with a family he doesn't know, a father he doesn't want to know, and to top it all off, Rory's gay and no longer has anyone to confide in. Friends will be made and the meaning of family will be found as Rory discovers that everything isn't so bad in the desert.
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  47. Linda Kosco sat down gratefully in an easy chair in the living room of her little apartment off the foyer of Matt's and Mike's condo. She and Stan had been studying together in Stan's room in preparation for their next day's classes. Between keeping up in school and her duties maintaining the condo in reasonable shape, as usual it had been a long day. She was tired. She hit the remote to turn on her TV and the VCR, and ran the VCR tape back so she could watch her favorite soap opera, recorded earlier at 2:00 that afternoon. The tape stopped running, and she hit the "play" button. Slouching
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  48. When I was six years old I found a litter of kittens. I was angry and confused. I was frustrated and didn’t know how to deal with my feelings. I played with those kittens until they were old enough to learn to run. A vicious game of pulling their tails and blowing in their ears. I taught them to be afraid. I taught them not to trust people, only themselves. If I had to beg for mercy to stay alive, so did they. This was hell. They were puppets. I was God. I slept in the basement from the time I was nine until I was about 14. I had a nest in the corner, fabricated out of old jackets and a
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