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What a great deep dive into this genera

Wait...wait...wait...for the frigging inspiration...

This is like a slow-motion train wreck, one of those old Sci-Fi movies from the '50's that are so bad, ya can't help yourself....

I'd love some of the Great Diktum's nuts....

Brother Mathias need to be run over by a team of horses.... So true....

Enjoying this very much!!

Snails.....I think not....

When you spend all your time inside your head, the ending might be messy and predictable....

Well the rain stopped...right??? Another has fallen in defence of Varisia. When will the fighting end?

I see two icebergs looking for a Titanic.....

On this part, on the other hand, I'm actually very interested in hearing what you think when "fate" comes around. (Cruel mistress? Falling down the stairs as Dante wanted already to help along? Something down the throat that's not his mistress tongue?) I'm full of anger at Flynn, the rape of a prepubescent child is heinous to say the least as with any rape...it is a violation of the worst sort, short on murder....I honestly believe he got off easily, and I have to wonder if it is because he still has intrinsic 'value' as a slave.... I shudder to think what the punishment would have been if Henry was a Henrietta instead.... Flynn got off lightly, he will heal. Yet I doubt his scarring will affect him as the scars inflicted on Henry...

With extra-large slots for bagels????

I think once the blinders come off of Matt, it will be dang the torpedo's...full speed ahead...

This by chance wasn't you at @weinerdog,s urgent care center....was it??? Seriously and apologies to the weinerdog, take care of yourself, we'll see ya when you are able!!!

Flynn should be sold as soon as his back is healed...Personally, I'd rather see him hang with that black dildo stuffed where the sun don't shine... Miss Brittany, her mother must have a blind spot.... The tension between the accidental lovers is building, they need to talk....

So that's what it meant, last time in Gay Paree I heard it every where I went....I mean...how did they know????

Brilliant, like kryptonite to Superman, Mrs Machi is to Theo Pencildick.... I still think Ryder needs an oral injection of Danny...Just to ensure healing...it's for medical purposes folks...let's get your minds out of the gutter... Thank God it wasn't the Ronco Showtime Chicken Cooker that connected with Pencildick....

Good on Cam and Elizabeth for standing up for Fiona, and so glad to see the other student's families made the decision to withdraw as they can't play nicely... Ther's a lot of irons in the fire for both home and the business...looking forward to seeing how it all works out! Once again, thanks for this chapter...

The boys should remember it isn't the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog...

My thoughts exactly....it's the dirty floors I can't get past...😉

A classic 'what-if story'...all I can say is begin reading now!!!

Bravo, so very well done and thank you for sharing your burst of inspiration....

Right on Josh...how to burst bubbles in the rarefied atmosphere of that ballroom.... I found myself near a small group of older gentlemen already deep in discussion. Champagne flutes and bourbon glasses mingled in their hands as I caught the edge of their conversation. “If Franklin could see us now, I wonder if he’d laugh or just set the whole thing on fire,” one said. “Franklin’s warnings about centralized power were prophetic, but I think he’d marvel at the structure we’ve preserved,” another replied. The obvious leader of the group broke in with passion. “Franklin was never afraid of fire, but he believed the republic could survive so long as reason prevailed. Though I wonder… has reason left the room in today’s America?” I blinked. That struck a chord deep inside me. A twinge pricked at my vision, and my reply came before I could stop it. “Franklin wouldn’t be disappointed because of how loud it’s gotten,” I said, voice strong and confident. “He’d be disappointed that people are arguing without listening. He didn’t fear dissent; he feared ego. The republic doesn’t fall because people disagree. It falls because they stop thinking...and worse, stop listening.” Glad to see the elder Hastings are benignly clueless...that one of them can identify with the food at a Marriott tells me there just may be some hanky-panky betwixt the sheets... Then there is Dweeb Hastings the fourth...I don't see him as a potential BF, but more like a scorned, never happening lover...,.and it would not be beneath him to strike when no one is looking... Next chapter please and thanks....

I think you are on the right track here, but Josh is one half of the puzzle as we are still looking for whatever it was that slipped out of his jacket pocket the night of the accident....

Thanks for sharing this with us!!