I hope that Clothidle realizes she can never interfere ever again without paying a very steep price...Both she and the priest had best watch their back and mend their ways...
A powerfully sad chapter, one that resonates very deeply. Those of us of a certain age remember the frustration as we watched so many dear friends and lovers pass away. And yet the frustration that so many needlessly died from government and medical inaction, and the lack of serious action. In my mind, there will always be a special place in Hell for the Reverend Jerry Falwell and Anita Bryant...
Let the frigging condom break and put us out of our misery, angst, mood swings, pent up frustrations, nervous dispositions, and for the love of god, end those hand cramps from overusing one's hand....hairy palms, warts, and glasses with coke bottle lenses be damned!!!
Now...where are the tissues damn it!!!
Can't disagree with any of the comments and thanks for sharing...
Does plumbing count??? Think of the fun you could have with a bidet plumbing fixtures....
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...
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.”
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.”