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A smart move setting the estate up to be beneficial not only to the family, but the local community for decades to come. With all this going on, there remains the ungracious harlot in black, it seems she is about to meet her betters... Reggi needs to, in his long-term planning, start thinking of an heir....

A feather in the cap and a notch on the belt...wanna bet the door opens just when the boys....

Gray and Matt are drawing closer, as Vince and Peter are doing. Arvid's parents are concerning, to say the least and are a bit worrisome... Not sure about bird watching, submarine racing would be more my style and I would love me some fresh, right out of the oven, bread!!! Can't wait for the party!!!

I'm a bit worried about Oeus and whether his hold on Desmond is truly broken. You sly dog Croft....here's hoping that he and Ash have a heart to heart...soon....is Ewan courting Gemma??? Kieran needs a quick couple of dope slaps....Prince Petulant resurfaces....

Was this comment before or after you wrote this chapter??? Man, these levels are slow in coming. But at least everyone's still alive and well!

Come closer, said the spider to the fly.....

Ya know...Mama told me some boys would appreciate my less-than-svelte form as I grew older... “Well, Smoky's a soldier, stands in his twin's shadow, obeys,” I replied and sat up. “He's a boy with no real life experience, is hot, but doesn't offer much else. Finley, on the other hand...” - Finley looked at me with wide eyes - “Finley has experienced loss, lived grief. Has gone against other people's decisions for him and lives his own life. He's grown up.” Almost stunned, he looked at me. His lower lip trembled a little. “I'm fat.” “You're not. You're comfy. Do you know how uncomfortable hard muscles are?” I shook my head and patted his chest again. “Perfect for a cozy evening on the couch. And I think you're really sexy even with a few extra kilos. I mean, your experiences, experiences of all kinds, have made you who you are now, this”, my fingers tapped lightly against his love handles, ”included. I like you just the way you are, Finley.”

As long as he doesn't join a coven, circus, marching band, home improvement show, or the GOP, I'm good with it.....

Ummm... Friday the 13th movies or the Halloween movies....or the following????

And they truly became a couple and loved the following... “Can I ask a question?” Brandon said seriously as he shoved his fingers in the vent to try to warm them. “Of course.” “What’s going to happen on Monday?” “What do you mean?” Tyler asked as he tried to remember what he might have forgotten about Monday. “Do I pretend that we aren’t friends or?” Brandon trailed off and left it lying there with an expectant look on his face. He had never really been in the closet and really didn’t want to hide things now that he actually found someone. Tyler looked at him for a moment until it dawned on what Brandon implied. He said quickly, “If you’re asking if I want to keep you and me a secret, yes and no.” “Why yes?” Tyler chose his words carefully so he could articulate his emotions clearly. “Yes, because I’ve always been private and would like to keep us a secret because I think it’s special. But no, because I don’t care what anyone thinks.”

That wasn't a true cliffhanger, or a wait and see hanger, but an OMG what's gonna happen hanger....

Why am I thinking...RUN!!!!

So...who sold out and gave the Golden House info on the base???

Oh lord, you mean...

Wow...simply wow.... “How’d you sleep?” he asked, shifting to press his cheek against mine, his chin settling on my shoulder. “I’d tell you if I could find the right combination of words,” I murmured. “But I don’t think they exist. No language feels big enough to hold this.” It wasn’t just about how I’d slept. It was about waking up and not feeling like I had to brace myself. About warmth that didn’t demand anything. About a presence beside me. Behind me that asked nothing more than to stay. I didn’t know how to name this feeling. It was soft and full and a little overwhelming. Like I’d stumbled into the center of a song I hadn’t realized was being written for me. He hadn’t let go of my hand. I turned my head just slightly, enough that my temple brushed his. “I think this might be the first time I’ve ever woken up and not wanted to disappear,” I murmured. Luca didn’t say anything at first. He just let out this quiet sound. Not quite a hum, not quite a sigh then shifted even closer, like he wanted to fold himself around me. “That’s a start,” he said finally, voice low and steady. “You deserve a thousand more mornings like that.” I hope from this weekend that Jamie has the intestinal fortitude to tell his father, this week's raging queen, to stuff it. Jamie has an income, not reliable or steady, but an income none the less...I could see him splitting a better apartment with Luca...and what a treasure Luca is... Jordan is an enigma, an old soul to say the least, who deserves his own story at some point...

So many things come to mind, and I want to say but... @Summerabbacat managed to cover the bases...not sure I agree with Will being released, I hope it isn't overwhelming at first...and that he learns he has a true support network...with those who truly matter...Therapy...therapy...therapy...and therapy with Aiden....for starters... Like others, I fully can't comprehend Will's state of mind...growing up in a house with a bipolar father and brother, I learned choices quickly and thanks to mentors...healthy choices. The truly dark cloud is the piss-ant named Joey...who chooses to escape his demons by booze, drugs, and belittling/insulting those closes to him...who know and see through him and what his so-called lifestyle is doing...I would not be surprised in his inebriated, drug addled torpor, he manages to piss off someone belonging to the criminal element, who's supplying him... I find it interesting that he hasn't found within him to visit Will, and then...it may not be a bad thing the way he's been running his mouth, and as I strongly suspect, that mouth, will be the flashpoint of his ending....

An interesting chapter, and all that just went on proved it ain't Disneyland thereabouts.... Ash is growing on me, would love to be a fly on the wall when he finally tags Desmond.... I think everyone of the Fae elders need a colonoscopy or at least a week on the liquid prep and a carton of ex-lax.... Count Krappen Von Pants needs to be emasculated.....and reduced to wearing adult sized Depends... Hopefully once Rory takes the Fae crown things will begin to coalesce.... Scarlet the Bald, (tks @drpaladin) may she run into a magical dragonfly sewing her nether regions closed.... With an army like the following, how could you lose???

One has to hope they get so F'uked up they can't breed......

Well...to borrow a name from @Summerabbacat, we know Mother isn't the queen but a Cuntess!!! The woman smiled, radiating benevolence, and opened her arms wide. “My, sweetheart, how you’ve grown,” she said, her voice smooth as velvet over broken glass. “And you haven’t changed all that much, have you? I still remember you sucking your cute little thumbs. Now look at you. All grown up… sucking dick.” ************************* “Why does she even breathe?” Ray flicked his wrist and turned his head, just slightly. Not to let her out of his sight—just enough to show he wasn’t concerned. Brynjar made a sound—almost a cough. Possibly a laugh. A slight crinkle in her brow betrayed the depth of her anger. That Chihuahua needed a slap down. A barely-there gesture with her hand aimed at Ray, a shimmer of intent streaking toward him… No one might have noticed—except for the harsh slap. It didn’t come from Ray. He didn’t flinch, didn’t blink. Mother herself jolted, her head snapping ever so slightly to the side as the spell backfired. Loved the bitch slap, so well deserved....and I suspect that the Cuntess ain't all that...either... Perhaps Ray should squirt out a healing balm....or a few dozen.... Where are the wolves that were chasing Rayn in the first chapter????

Persistent little bugger....

From the mouth of (19 year old) babes another finds the beginning of healing...

Yes...thanks!!

The enemy of my enemy is my enemy....Double and triple cross...ring around the rosey and we all fall down...

And to think....these boys are the future of this country....wait...the future is here....

All I got is...