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One can assume no ass banditry fooling around whilst sailing on the open seas....🤔 Now once in harbor, draw the curtains matey!!!!

The following is ever so true….. Every day should be a holiday,” he claimed. And I couldn’t really find (nor wanted to) an argument against it. He was right. And I was at an age, or at least approaching it, where you might want to think about ‘letting the young ones run about and live on the clock’.

I love watching the two of them just growing stronger and stronger...and the following made me think of my 7th grade English teacher... Paula, a tall slim woman in her 60s with an amazing helmet of dyed burgundy hair and a voluminous blouse in an alarming matching colour took their contact details.

You may want to rethink your Monday morning wake-up cause a lot more than 'waking-up' happened....

We all have secrets, things we sometimes can't even admit to ourselves. What happens when we give in to them...

A sincere and heartfelt thanks for sharing this with us. I suspect at times it must/may have been difficult for you to pull some of the memories and ideas in crafting this. Rest assured, you've created a masterpiece in a new, fresh and original way, I've even changed my opinion of, ever so frigging slightly, of Judge Crustypants... The turd that tried to pass as the boy's biological father will always be a turd, like leopards they can't change their spots unless they've eaten a bunch of corn on the cob... I thought with the turd you've hit a new despicable low, but with the addition of the tailpipe he glommed on to, she comes in a very close second... Billy and the rest, God did they ever entertain and add to this story, from thinking he was a loose cannon run amuck, I came to love him and everyone he brought along... Attorney Clark, I wish you well in your search for gainful employment...as I fervently hope your soon to be former place of employment, not only spontaneously self-combusts, but the survivors find themselves looking a at 5 to 10 in a Club Fed somewhere... It may be time for the school administrators to be forced to do remedial reading of the school's handbook and policies, knowing them might be helpful in their job applications... To the Westboro Baptist wanna-be's...there are seats reserved for all of you in Dantes' lower circles of hell...as you look back and reflect on your miserable lives, please remember Jesus originated 'woke'.... Reading this was one of the highlights of my week as you took us on a rollercoaster of thrills and chills as we followed along. One of the hallmarks, and I've said it before, are the reactions you engendered, not only from me but by a whole host of others...and boy oh boy, did I ever react.... Thank you!!! BTW...please mark complete if you are truly finished so myself and others can write a review...

To borrow from @RainbowPhoenixWI's syntax or is it sintax??? Cheezeandfreakingcrackersmotherjumpingpuddledrinkingpalsoffriggingnunsridingbycyclesduringthundestorms.... I'm so glad I had the wherewithal to give it another paragraph after the dream sequence....Phew..... Was I a tad upset...nah...I knew it all along, tho I was thinking Lucy just may have been standing behind you as you devised this chapter....

Matt needs to work on himself first and foremost. While I am not ready to toss 'Mother' under the bridge it is a dynamic at play that isn't adding to Matt's emotional health or his recovery presently. As a side note, Maeve, and Matt recognizes this, seems to be more of a mother figure, the type he needs. Matt needs the services of a professional to help him sort thru his baggage and years of abuse. Wandering around like he is, isn't helping...he's only drifting, not recovering...and it isn't healthy. I have to hold out hope that someone reaches out and helps Matt towards the recovery he needs., while I am most likely wrong, it should not be Andy at this time. Speaking of Andy, he needs to do a serious self-assessment as well as to what his future should look like. Loving this story, so many tangents hiding in the weeds paragraphs....

An interesting story that took quite the surprising twist...hopefully there is more to come

Hummm, I find the following very interesting to say the least, what could it portend??? I lifted his chin so I could look into his eyes and said, “I would never laugh at someone who is exposing their soul to me, Marco. Dio m'ammazzi, I will never hurt you.” His eyes watered, and he quickly said, “I feel compelled to serve you, Don Carlo. More than ma patri, more than Principe Giorgio.” Nico gasped. “I’m sorry, ma patri, but it is true. His soul tells me I must serve him.”

Thank you for this!!!!

Now the 64 thousand question remains...can they win the peace????

I may be an old fuddy duddy but, Marc let this relationship progress a bit further than he should have, I am not saying he led Janek on, but he sure came damned close....

I will have to be considerate in my comments, I do not want to join @weinerdog in the detention doghouse in the korner... Kathy has certainly 'earned' whatever moniker one chooses to apply to her...I would have to follow, where are you @Summerabbacat, and call her a frigging c&%t... I mean...whadda you mean I can't call the police....what f'ing planet is she residing on...sounds like she's from the land of pick and choose bible thumpers..... Not that I have any strong feelings...that's my story and I'm sticking to it......

Randy like a bad rash just may keep coming back.... Why waste time talking when you can just jump right into the action....I mean, words are superfluous at this point, moaning and groaning is the order of the day/moment!!! “Have I told you lately that I love you?” Ricky asked. “I don’t know tell me again.” “I love you,” Ricky repeated. “We’re talking too much, let’s fuck.”

Thank you for this update...am eagerly awaiting the next chapter...thanks!! Humm...a bit of foreshadowing perhaps??? “A country that was once poor with a sudden glut of money,” I explained. “Whose family will frivolously spend money for their prince’s birthday...” “Who would also not blink at spending a billion to get him back,” Peter furthered.

Not sure what is more preferable, an engagement on the open seas with a well-matched enemy or doing battle with the pit of vipers that pass for "society' in London... And then this...not to mention the send-off as he was relieved of command, manning the yardarms is a tribute indeed!!! Durham laughed at that, and Granger laughed with him. “A most useful card to play. I understand you had the privilege of sailing with my sister-in-law.” He was referring to Lady Elgin, a horrible shrew of a woman. “I do not wish to speak badly of your relation, and as I can say nothing nice, I will say nothing at all,” Granger said, making Durham laugh again. “My wife will appreciate your comment,” Durham said. “I suspect that if Lady Elgin came up in conversation, the two of you would just stand there silently staring at each other.” They laughed some more until Durham’s steward came up to him. “Sir, Lord Brentwood left some stores for you,” the man said. “This is their estimated value.” Granger held up his hand to stop this line of conversation. “There are some smaller items, and I leave them as a gift for you. Perhaps you can find a use for them when you first host your officers for dinner.” “That is most kind of you, my lord,” Durham said.

As an ardent lover of the Sci-Fi genre I thought this story rocked! I hope this isn't the last of it, either thru prequels or sequels!!! Thank you SA!!!!

Oh dear lord, if a bit over 1400 words is gonna fry my synapses, I shudder to think what a longer chapter is gonna do... Mucho caliente Mama...and I ain't describing the 100 degree day with a dewpoint north of 70 here at the farm....than god for handy facecloths... Off to the showers boys and others...

This chapter had me chuckling at Ercole's antics....he's like the, energizer bunny

One thing is for certain, amongst this group peccadillos abound...Can't add much to the comments but I would be calling Owen on the way home if it isn't too late, or before breakfast... Then there's this....drunk logic that almost makes sense...Well done, I found this very entertaining and very enjoyable!!! More please and thanks!!!! Stephen smacked Percy in the back of the head as he said, “Underwear can’t be gay.” Percy rubbed his head as he glared at Stephen. He said, “I didn’t think my asshole could be gay, and then Five stuck his dick in it. And my gay asshole definitely liked it.” “Well, if I’m to be honest,” Five said thoughtfully as he tilted his head as he stared at Percy. “My dick kind of liked your gay asshole.” “Underwear and assholes can’t be gay,” Timothy said as he rolled his eyes. “Only the penis in the underwear can be gay.” “Whew,” Five said as he wiped imaginary sweat from his brow. He looked at Percy and said sadly, “I guess it’s my straight dick and your gay asshole from now on.”

Oh the memories… Old man?” I laughed as I clutched my chest. “Boy, I’ve been sucking dick since I was twelve.” That seemed to open the door. Stanley laughed and apologized. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I just can’t picture someone your age in bed with another man.”

Just a tiny bit of foreshadowing...hummm Four very young men parted feeling exceptionally good about life. Fortunately they were all too young to have been hit by any kind of adversity… yet. And Handsy Randy, he of the russian hands and roman fingers, needs to be hit by a transit bus or subway car...just saying...

A masterpiece in descriptive English and prose, well done!!!

Well...it wasn't exactly a kick to the groin or a blow towards his pride but Franz can chalk it up to new experiences... As to Jolanda...here's a prayer that her comeuppance is complete and thorough....