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The forbidden fruit has made its mark...and caught Dylan hook, line, and sinker...

Will you still love me in the morning Jake???

I mentioned in an ealier comment that Timmy was more than a bit part, here's hoping he can urinate on the evil coven of bitches and start 'em melting...

Very well done and thanK you for this...Diversity rules...well that along with some cold frosties AND YUMMIES OFF THE GRILL!!!

Hummm.....when a taste isn't enough

Come on ya all, raise your hands if you have been there.. They pulled into the community center’s parking lot. A poster out front read “Let’s Get Glazed!” – Ceramics for Families and Couples. Ryan felt his soul briefly leave his body. And I know for certain...we've all been 'redirected' at one point or another... Jack raised an eyebrow. “Are we banned?” “Oh no,” Sherri said too quickly. “Just kindly redirected.”

Melody is two-timing Rick...time to say...see ya later!!!

Someone isn't playing fair... And then Kellen kissed me. In a way that belonged in bed rather than anywhere else, certainly not here. With some effort I pulled away. “Stop it,” I murmured. “You can't convince me with this.” “That wasn't meant to convince you.” His smile was warm and sincere. “I don't need to, because you'll hate yourself if you say no and then someone dies while we wait for a battlemage. And I don't want to get into probability theories, but just in case... this was goodbye.” For a couple of shocked seconds my indignation robbed me of breath, then I pushed him away harder than necessary. “You really are an asshole.” His honest smile turned into a fake grin. “I know.”

Caught in flagrante delicto???? With a certain individual dressed in a black cassock?

Things are moving fast, I suspect Maverick's mother will see the light and bless their move to P'town...

One can only hope the bitch of an aunt falls down the stairs breaking her neck...

We need to remember it is early days in this whole situation. So far, the police have very little to go on. There's the false ID on Uncle A-hole, or is it Uncle full of extra holes? It will take days, if not weeks, to finally put the whole picture together, albeit with the discovery of the man killed for his identity... Then there is the press, addicted to wanting, needing, and creating instantaneously breaking news nuggets when the facts aren't coming along quickly enough. Hopefully the news cycle will glom on to the next, latest horror show... Russell was a star, a true professional...the same could be said about Angie... Here's hoping the boys get all the hope they need and find a way to put this where it belongs, in the rear-view mirror...

Don't forget the homefries

Let's see what happens after that bottle of whiskey is bought and opened!!!

The following gives me pause.... “Very good Marc Adam. That is exactly the point. Adam has trouble understanding it sometimes, but now he agrees with me. Because I have demonstrated I have and will use deadly force when called for. And more importantly. No Corporation could match us for trained fighting capability. Only the CONFED Navy could do that and they are concerned now days too that we have too much power. It’s only the fact that we have a Senator and our friends in the Senate that we are able to keep our fleets as many Corporations are also complaining we have too much power. Too much industry and the fact that our House controls 5 sectors completely and has a substantial reach into 23 more.”

Thank you for sharing this with us!!

The key to building a stable foundation for funds realized in crypto is diversification...invariably, there will be losses. Those will be covered in a mixed portfolio, as other stable assets will gain in value. Crypto is a quick way to make a buck, it is important that funds invested in a crypto platform are not backed by any tangible assets. As fast as they gain value, they can lose that value even faster... I, like others, think Maverick will be in P'town sooner rather than later. I can't wait to see what he does with the derelict pier....

To be teased like that...

Some dangerous times at the academy, and...just what is the horde of adamantine going to be used for???

A fitting end to the evil jinn, and a well-deserved victory for Reggi and the gang!!!!

I believe that the Lady of the Graves hunts everyone...note...she did not say she was coming immediately.... “Within the Planes, within Pharasma’s Spire, within the Boneyard, within Pharasma’s Palace, a great deity sits. Pharasma, Lady of Graves, I request your attention.” He was forgetting something. Something vital. Arlo’s heart thundered in his chest. His head ached as a massive presence appeared. Eyes burned in their sockets, soil dried his mouth, blood dripped from his fingers. “Speak.” Head bowed, Arlo shuddered at the all-encompassing voice in his mind. “Do you still hunt me?” “Yes.” “Will you stop hunting me in my life?” “No.” A whimper slipped from his lips. Trembles flooded him, from fear or the strain of the contact, he did not know. “Are… are you… a god?” “Yes.” “Will allying myself to another god protect me from you?” “No.” Pressure released. Arlo slumped in his circle, head throbbing, fur puffing. Arms closed around him, carefully lowering him to the ground. Topaz eyes peered into his, worry etched into the beautiful orbs. “What have you done?” Coradiel whispered. “What… what I… what I had to….” Arlo swallowed drily, still tasting the soil of the grave. He spat, spittle dribbling down his chin. “Pharasma hates me. None of the gods will protect me.” “None can protect you,” Coradiel pointed out. “Death is inevitable.

Wish someone explained the process to me a bit earlier in my younger days... “Yeah. We moved things upstairs and took a step back, talked first and thought with our dicks later. But we’re different, after all Peter and I have been sparring with each other for a few years.”

I think Rick would rather go to the submarine races.....

An intriguing chapter with some interesting background information...

Red Herring alert...red herring alert... Halric was exactly what Kieran expected of a career soldier: squared jaw, stone expression, silver-streaked beard, and armor worn more out of principle than necessity. He hadn't said a word since they entered. Just watched. Like he always did. Kieran didn’t trust him. Maybe it was the way his eyes lingered too long on Rory.