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Just another comfortable and pleasant chapter to read…looking forward to more and more chapters!

I have managed to read all the submissions for the Secret Author stories, and all I can say is WOW. What a fantastic collection of diverse stories, every one of them giving me pause for thought. There are some very talented folks out there, and we are lucky here to share in their works. Here in Central Massachusetts, the center of the Universe, the weather has been very fickle, with some absolutely gorgeous days, interspersed with stinky, humid weather in the low to high nineties. It has been a very dry summer, and starting this week we are about to be inundated with rain, in some local locales, a possible 3 to 6 inches by week's end...go figure...an entire summer's worth of rain over the next ten days. Our local farmers have cut the second haying, and are now racing to get it in. Like all of you, I miss Geron Kees tremendously, as I was really starting to put out some stories; his advice to me was invaluable. That at times, less is more, that sometimes a hint or a suggestion works better than the very gratuitous. He was always commenting and offering help and praise; our writing world is diminished without him, and as I mentioned in the Myr's blog regarding Geron, I hope someday to see him once again on Engris.

And the attraction becomes real. The following intrigues me. Arminius had peeled away at the base of the hill, murmuring something about business with one of Varus’s household stewards that would keep him occupied until they returned, and

A certain sleeping hushpuppy was very late today, only that I don't have any excuse, and dang it….I gotta go and get some fresh chicken thighs

Well, there was that one movie where my screen credits listed me as Randy Steel.....

Can't disagree, but the Road series, along with the Short, Short Prince, stands out as well. That was an amazing flight of imagination and storytelling.

I can't pick a favorite; it is like trying to pick a favorite child...oh...wait...I don't have children... how about beer, or a car, or a restaurant, or favorite food, or a gay story site?

The vengeful side of me wanted to see Zane pay for the branding he gave his son, having time to reflect on that and the old saw, revenge is a dish best served cold. Never has that statement ever been truer with how Taggert thought things through, while we were all reading and wondering, he was playing three-D chess, and ensured a satisfactory outcome for all of those who needed one. And in the end, payback truly is a bitch as Zane finds out, his son thoroughly emasculated him, but did it in the most public spaces, in the world these folks occupy. Like others, one hopes, like The Camp Refuge stories, that we peek in on these folks again. Zane locked out of the homestead, having to depend on the charity of others, in a sense to operate what he controls. The silent knife found its way at least twice in the method Taggert devised. The following was brilliant, a coup de grace if there ever was one..."You may want to watch it sooner rather than later." Thank you for this, it stands among the best of your works. Taggert looked directly at Zane. “Sold to Nasser Ranch.” The silence afterward felt enormous. Gaping mouths. Wide eyes. Utter disbelief. Then Taggert started walking down the aisle. Toward his father, Tony, and Randy. Toward the entire life he’d once fled. The only sounds were from local news crews shifting around to film him as Taggert walked toward his father. Ash’s heart hammered so hard it hurt. But Taggert never slowed. He stopped directly in front of Zane’s chair and held out the USB drive. ZANE. Zane stared at it without moving. Taggert’s voice remained calm. “Granddad wanted you to have this.” For the first time, Zane looked genuinely shaken. Not angry or dominant. Shaken. Like he'd seen a ghost. Taggert smiled slightly and slipped the USB into the breast pocket of Zane's jacket. Cold around the edges now. “You’ll want to watch it sooner rather than later.”

Ahem...cough...cough...nudge..nudge, I've seen many balls drop mostly as a result of me...say no more...wink...wink...Hey, sometimes walking into a festive room, with all those things hanging from the ceiling, what can I say? And that's my story, and I'm sticking to it!!!

Once again @Summerabbacat the 'gentleman' to the left of the pay button for the video is me , much younger!!!

Looking forward to the rest of the story...and here's the quote The phrase "a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma" was coined by Winston Churchill in 1939 to describe the inscrutable nature of Russia's actions.

Oh…what tangled webs are being woven, Zdain standing up, will he and his brother see action at the front? And poor Ade…

Rezak is hopefully getting his just rewards….and what is going on in the dye works???

Across the many universes some things will never change….

Geron has left a void in the story telling universe, that will never be filled. He was an invaluable source as I broke into storytelling , and I and many others will miss him dearly. Hope to see you on Engris some day Geron, until then…thanks!

Nothing like a little Up Town Funk to lead the way to finding a cure for DSB, aka…the reason for blue balls….hopefully the locked door holds…or there may be a tidal wave of little swimmers…. And… Hot Daym…

My first driving lesson was in a 1953 Chevy pickup truck. I was in a medium-sized city with my father, as he needed to get two welding tanks refilled. He pulled over in the middle of a hill and told me to drive home. I got in, popped the clutch, revved the gas, and left the two welding tanks rolling down the hill. He never latched the tailgate...I looked at my father, calmly told him that this was a bad idea....

Is this a setup, or an actual inclination??? That he did it while no one else was around or looking bothers me, he needs to mention it to someone.....anyone!!! Casey took a few steps away, then turned around to face Levi once more, giving the front of his floral board shorts a rub as he did so, which didn’t go unnoticed.

And firmly grab the shaft while "changing gears?"

@Summerabbacat, rumor has it he and his, may be on your side of the equator!

Now hang on a minute...my birthday is June...can't see it ending anytime before that!!!

Having spent the better part of thirty years waking at 4 am for work and being retired now, the latest I've been able to sleep is about 5 am. If I push it, I might be able to stay up to 10:30 pm some nights, but then breaking the mantra that nothing good happens after 9 pm has been difficult to do...

Well, I just looked into Varus and humm...this will be a very interesting ride to say the least, might need a seat belt for my dsk chair...

Spent the better part of part of the year hiking hills, the white mountains in NH, to prepare for a trek to the bottom of the Grand Canyon. TBH, it kicked my ass but I did it…pictures and memories to last a dozen lifetimes…

I’m sure a product of the times he lived in, not an easy world for men like him.