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A great start! I love the way the narration flirts with a stream of consciousness style without slipping completely into it.

This is a great line: The poker game that ensued was a masterclass in psychological warfare disguised as genteel leisure.

A wild ride! That scene was terrifying.

Just so we are all on the same page, I swear this is a work of fiction and NOT from the autobiography of my dreery, miserable self. Thank you for the kind words, though.

Great chapter! Your mention of gay chicken reminds me of the wonderful Norwegian short film "Gay Chicken". I have to go watch that again now.

Oooh! The plot thickens. This is great!

Interesting chapter. Liam seems to be unsure if Adrien is stalking him or if this is the start of Something Big. 😁

If you decide none of the roles fit your talents, you can always be in charge of the casting couch.

The Dickens classic presented Scrooge's behavior as a moral failing for sure, and I suspect that even today, Brandon's "flaws" would be seen as moral failings in some quarters, but autre temps, autre moeurs.

Alas! Brandon is in the present still, and the boots are in the future. Maybe Brandon does invent the boots and claim mega coin. Maybe the future boots were a collaboration between Charles and Tommy, and Brandon just nixed that. The new and improved Brandon does seem the sort to regard the trade of fab boots for a hunky neighbor as a fair exchange, so I think he'll be happy.

All done! We leave Brandon and his neighbor to get acquainted in private!

As I threw back the coverlet and climbed out of bed, I noticed a couple of odd things. First, I was wearing a pair of freaky red underdrawers similar to the ones that Sergeant Santa had been sporting all night, and a trail of clothes led towards the Jacuzzi sounds, shiny leather boots and a discarded red bikini. I followed the gurgling cautiously, and found a beautiful bathroom, almost as big as the bedroom, beige sandstone and buff marble, recessed lighting, a Jacuzzi sunk in the middle of the

I'm all for it, except I'm pretty sure the present US administration would force the 45-minute war option out of sheer hubris. Lots of money to be made in the ruins of civilization.

Hoo, boy! That Åke has a boy in every port! His technique of chess as foreplay is unique, but it works quite well.

Wish that I had thought of that!

Quite the gun battle! Sawyer; a teenage deputy; and Theo, the stable hand, emerge with limited damage. On the other side of the ledger, of five henchmen of the red sash, one is killed by Sawyer, one is killed by Theo, one is shot through the leg by Levesque, one is unarmed by a shot from Levesque. One of Levesque's victims has his shoulder chewed up by Jack to the point that his 'screams turn to gurgles', which sounds like either the jugular or the carotid is severed. In any event, only the leader and one severely injured henchman are left at the end. As the Marshall observes, "Hell of a stand!"

After the last echoes of the ringing bells died away, I sprawled on the couch for several minutes without hearing a noise except the wind whistling through the trees outside. Not even the mouse of poetic fame stirred. Deciding that everything that had gone on so far was just a dream, I expelled my breath heavily, puffing out my cheeks, when suddenly I heard a resonant bass voice booming from the dining room, "We're late... a lot of holiday traffic tonight. Get in here and let's go now! Stop wast

In Ottawa, Prime Minister Will Carter stands on the brink of a nation’s collapse, and his own. Haunted by the disappearance of his husband and the treason rotting the Canadian state, Will his idealism and takes up the mantle of the King of the North. As The Order’s conspiracy roils the capital, the government fractures under the weight of betrayal. With the Emergencies Act invoked, arrests sweep through Parliament Hill, exposing a web of corruption that reaches into the military, the civil service, and the opposition itself. Forced to choose between morality and survival, Will launches a ruthless purge to save the country he swore to defend. In a world counting down to annihilation, he becomes judge, executioner, and shield, determined to excise the rot before the nation itself is consumed.

It's usually not a single, monumental failure that leads to a catastrophe; it's a series of small, almost unnoticed, errors that fall like dominoes.

A spectacular opening salvo in this fight!

Welp, I have been warned, but you know how the relationships between characters and writers are... sometimes we say, "Jump", and they ask "How high?" Sometimes we say, "Jump", and they ask, "How 'bout you go fuck yourself?" I fear this may be the latter case.

The tree of fur that started out at the top of his chest, trailing down his torso; Crowe took particular notice how the muscles, solid as stone, pressed through the fur. The trail of fur continued down to his groin. His eyes halted on the lycan’s sheath. It seemed to twitch with a life of its own. The skin was a dark pink with darker veins of purple branching through the flesh like tributaries. The saliva in his mouth evaporated at the sight of the lycan’s balls - massive things the size of the practitioner’s fist. Barghast’s sheath twitched again with fluid. A drop of viscous white fluid dripped from the column of spongy tissue that hardened as his arousal became more and more apparent. The tapering head of his cock peeked through. OMG! If Crowe doesn't want him, give Barghast my number.

I wasn't sure that I had really heard someone banging around in the kitchen, so I huddled on the couch with the blanket pulled up to my chin, straining to hear. Just as I was ready to write it off as the wind, aided and abetted by too many Stephen King novels, I heard it again, more clattering and clunking, clearly from the kitchen, this time accompanied by someone rendering my all-time most-hated holiday song, "Little Drummer Boy," in an horrendous way... I know what you're asking, and I agree.

Percy Baby has a cool head in an emergency, but he might want to work on his 'bedside manner'. Telling someone with a broken arm and broken ribs 'quit being a baby' as you manhandle him out of a ravine doesn't display much empathy!😁

I am really dismayed by how these vile people treat Julian. I am *this close* to writing some fan fiction so all of these monsters can get their comeuppance NOW!!! 😄😁