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Thank you for reading, much of this was autobiography and I am proof that it does get better!!!

Not sure when but there will be an additional chapter or two.

Very much

Can not wait!!!

Ok all you haters...the jury is sending out for a box of Kleenex and a extra-large humble pie...with sprinkles?? OOOOHHH #77 if I get this in quick enough...

I thought the following was very powerful... The third dried flower petal disappeared in the fire, and with that, the ritual was concluded. The group sat quietly for a moment. Stawren’s eyes were shimmering with tears. Lyoth was smiling. Phentrom looked astounded. “That was beautiful,” he whispered, as if afraid he might break the spell. The three husbands brought their palms together and bowed their heads to their guests. “Thank you,” Lyoth added quietly, “you honor us.”

You can only imagine how hot the keyboard was...

Heavy lies the head that wears the crown... “I’ve never seen anything this beautiful,” Aaron murmured. “I know little boys are supposed to be all about war and swordfights.” Amber nudged him playfully. “I’m not so little,” Aaron chuckled. “But no monarch should ever forget what they fight for. Our laws, our traditions, our lives, are devoted to this right here. The battlefield might change to one of pens and words, but our goal must always remain the same: the preservation of our home.” Methinks Captain Williams, and I am of two minds on this, either is 'looking' the other way to some of his guards' actions or he is blind...and a freaking idiot...

Hope you are feeling better and stay well and best of the holiday season to you and yours.

These three remind me of a certain drag queen and friends...a blessing of good fortune can't hurt...

Thanks...more to come!!

I've been told I am psychotic...opps...I mean psychic

I am reminded of the aftereffects of volcanic eruption, where the land appears from a distance, to be desolate and barren, yet when you look closer, signs and tendrils of life are taking hold...One has to wonder what kinds of space fairing craft are available.

Well, that was one way to upgrade to first class...

I think that Adam has been given a tool to help him gain control over his fears...Loving the fact that Derek is working the children's ward even though it can come with its own set of issues... There is a bit of serendipity in Jeremy visiting his father in jail after selling his house, I hope Jeremy reminds his father that he will never have to worry about opening another door for the rest of his miserable life...

Doors are opening for the boys and Harry and good fortune is smiling. It will take work and effort, but the rewards will be incalculable. Now on to the show and paying their good luck forward!!

Well...Russ made his feelings pretty clear, and he's craving a 'semi-normal' relationship where his income is secondary, to say the least...Now on to the meeting with the solicitors... Brian shook his head, “Thanks, but no. If things change, then I’ll let you know. To go back to the holiday. Erm, we'll be on our own, won't we?" "Bugger yes, of course, just the three of you. Thing was, would you object if I dropped in, just for a day or so?" "And stay?" "Well, there's space. It's just I enjoyed hanging out on Saturday at your folks’ and wondered if you'd be up for a visit." They looked at each other, Brian recalled his Mother's comments. "We wouldn't be able to do anything, I don't want Toby around, even in another room, if the three of us are going at it." "Bloody hell, no! Besides, that's certain to put me off my stride. No, I'd just drop in." "We'd have to check everything with Toby, as it's his holiday too. He might prefer his Dad to himself, what with the way things have been." "Shit, of course. Look, I just thought it might be fun. I'm not usually around children, I've never had friends with kids, certainly not one like Toby that I can talk to." Brian laughed, "Talk to or be talked at?" Russ smiled, "There is that, but it beats having to try and make conversations about the latest Transformers or something", he made an exaggerated groaning noise. "And I've never had friends that I fuck, things have always been separate. So…"

Another title for this chapter could have been Carthasis. Demons and wolves were being slain; things were beginning to be organized in his mind as Jubal rode under the missing, pesky branch... On the ride back from town, Jubal came to a better understanding of the townsfolk and the questions. Rather than let the story grow and morph into something salacious, yes that Grade A twit who asked about sleeping arraignments got put in his place, Jubal was clear and concise as needed in his explanations and retelling. Folks in Bearpaw are a sober bunch, and I am sure the idiot who was impertinent will feel the silent approbation of his neighbors, for soiling a necessary and good deed in dealing with the Prescott's. Jubal's bank account of goodwill with the townsfolk is overflowing and he simply has begun to realize it. For all the good that exists in the world of Bearpaw, dealing with the wolves and one smarmy no-account A-hole, serves as a potent reminder that life can be harsh wherever you may be. This was another seminal chapter Gary, and I am loving all the undercurrents...it was almost like a baptism as they crossed the river, would have loved to see Pistol roll iffin the circumstances and day were a tad different. Rare is the horse that would stand between her rider and a wolf... Have I mentioned my extreme distaste for the shiny man??? Why do I suspect he may end up a progenitor and spawn a certain political breed??? One fine-dressed man—looking all shiny—even asked if that was where he slept at night. Jubal suspected right off he knew what the fellow really be interested in and what he might be suggesting sly-like, so he turned away after saying he slept in the old cabin, it being just fine for a man what was just a cowboy used to sleeping outside on dirt.

And if there was a tracker, are/would the children be safe from the 'Organization'???

Some subterfuge at play here, has it put our intrepid explorers in harm's way??

Can Mike keep it together long enough to find peace for his soul?

Cory certainly is loke an eager puppy isn't he...hopefully he will temper his enthusiasm. and one has to wonder now that Roy's has opened the closet door just a smidgen, how long before he steps fully out??

They rescued the children but lost the chance to probe the base’s mainframe…

Hummm Back in the townhouse I suggested I’d start organizing dinner for us. “Just for you Chris. I’m not staying.”

It gets better…yea