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“What are they doing?” Worthington asked Richie as he lazed in the pool. Here it was, a week after the beginning of the New Year, when back home he’d be freezing his ass off, and he was floating on his back in a swimming pool with the sun high overhead. Nor was he wearing any type of swimsuit. Even a Speedo left a tan line, and he was tired of seeing a white ass when he looked in the mirror. The Moms weren’t home, so he was safe. Richie was sitting on the edge of the pool, just letting his legs
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“I don’t get this.” Worthington whispered to Jamie as they sat outside on the edge of patio, looking down the hill at the city below him. The rest of the family was inside the house, talking in the upstairs living room. The point had been clearly made that Jamie and he were to wait outside while they talked. It had been several days since the largely internal battle, and while things had been tense at first, they had started returning to normal until just a few minutes ago when the two women and
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“Damn it all, Michael, this is not what I want and you damn well know it!” Jeremy yelled, and Michael winced at the look of hurt on the guy’s face. Painfully he turned away from Jeremy and looked out the windows of his room at the city below him. Sunlight streamed down on the city, and he found it hard to believe it was nearly Christmas already. The warm temperatures seemed totally odd with all the Christmas decorations he had seen earlier at the mall. “I know.” Michael said softly as Jeremy pa
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Yes, this was a fitting place. Michael Sinclair thought to himself as he looked around the rusting building at the old abandoned mine. He’d first visited this place with Tom, who had been bespelled by Byron Jones to bring Michael to him. It had been his first battle against a man who had taught him magic, and it would suit Michael’s purposes now. “I like it.” Brandon said with a smile as he walked around the building. Neither of them had any idea what it had been used for, but it was at least t
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“He really kissed you?” Jamie asked again as Michael turned the corner in his car and headed through the light before it could turn red. Michael ignored the whiteness of Jamie’s face. For some reason what didn’t bother him on the back of Michael’s bike made him go pale in the car. “Yes, one more time, he really kissed me.” Michael said with a little exasperation. He’d meant to tell Jamie before, but hadn’t really had any alone time with him since he’d come home that night. Now they were heading
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“Now, now, my little Mikie.” Nana murmured to him as he cried into her shoulder. He always felt safe like this, with the woman who actually cared for him holding him in her arms. His parents were coming home today, and he knew what that meant. Why did they have to come home and ruin his good time? “It’s going to be okay, my little angel.” “I’m not an angel.” Mikie cried. Only she called him that. It was their private name, only used when no one else could hear. The others in the house al
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Life settled into a happy routine for Michael after school started. The summer time had been wonderful, but he found that he was enjoying school even more. His days and nights were so busy that he often found himself turning around and finding that an entire week had passed by without him really noticing. Worthington Sinclair had never particularly enjoyed sports, but Michael found that he loved sports. Part of him wished he’d been able to take up football after going to his school’s game e
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“I’m sorry, Jeremy.” Michael said into the cell phone with a smile to the fat man sitting on the desk chair in my room. Mr. Brantree was looking around the room while Michael was talking on the phone for the sixth time in the last fifteen minutes. He just hoped the man didn’t look too closely at the large plasma television on the wall. Stacy, or maybe it was Elizabeth, had cast the illusion of his television on the wall, but it wouldn’t hold up to scrutiny, even by a mundane. “I’m in the mid
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“You wouldn’t happen to have made friends already?” The middle-aged guidance counselor asked Michael with a wicked smile. She had brown hair that fell to the middle of her back, and glasses that actually complimented her oval face. Michael was sitting in her cramped office and trying to figure out how this public school operated. So far it had been nothing but confusing. Brandon was in another counselor’s office. For some reason they assigned counselors based on your last name here, not com
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“I’ll be honest, I don’t like having him here.” Stacy said with a grimace on Sunday morning as Michael sat with her in her workroom. “He’s a constant reminder of just how different a path you walk from us.” “I’m trying to find my own way.” Michael reminded her and she nodded. “At least that cage is still holding.” She remarked, having just finished examining it inside his mind. Stacy had been surprised at the appearance of it, remarking how a Light Mage could have made it. “Also, what you d
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“Interesting.” Byron Jones said when the geas had finished telling everything it knew of the last few months. Mikie was just a presence, relegated the farthest reaches of his own mind now. The geas had control, buffered by the compulsions from the Housemaster and Dark Mage. They had moved inside one of the dilapidated buildings as the geas told everything it knew. Mikie counted it a small blessing the geas didn’t know everything. Some secrets he’d managed to keep, and so the Dark Mage, and
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“Not a word to anyone, right?” Josh said in a voice that bordered on a snarl as they lay back on the bed. Mikie smiled in a way that he hoped was reassuring and nodded. “I’d prefer it that way myself.” Mikie said aloud and Josh nodded while his face relaxed a bit. He could still taste Josh in his mouth, and found it pleasant, after a fashion. They hadn’t done more than exchange blowjobs and kiss, ending with a sixty-nine that was quite enjoyable. The geas inside Mikie had remained quiet, al
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“He is getting better.” The voice belonged to Stacy, Worthington knew, even though it was a little fuzzy. It felt like he was lying in his bed, and the warm body next to him was easily identifiable as Jamie without any need to open his eyes. A flicker of thought confirmed that Jamie was still asleep. A flicker of thought. Oh, yes. He remembered. Magic was real, and he was a powerful mage. Everything from the conversation with Stacy, to what happened in her workroom was there, in his mind.
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“You are looking at me like I am crazy.” Stacy said with a slight chuckle and he nodded at her. Naturally he thought she was crazy! Talking about magic as if it was real. Next she’d probably talk about Gaia and Mother Earth as if the planet had a spirit, a mind of its own! She didn’t speak though, but what she did caused him to rock back on the bed and flinch. “It’s a simple thing of course, but in additional to being a very useful basic cantrip, it is quite satisfactory in proving the existenc
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“If you think your showing off is going to convince me to let Jamie get on there with you, you’re crazy.” Stacy’s voice was shaking as Worthington pulled to a stop in front of her and lifted the mirrored visor of his helmet. His bike had arrived two weeks ago, and he’d spent a great deal of that time on the bike, learning it and how to do all the things he had imagined with that motorcycle rider years ago. His name had been Steph, he could remember that clearly. He’d met the young man who was r
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Worthington didn’t like his first view of Phoenix. First off, it was hot. The heat was like being slammed into a brick wall, something that had only happened to him once, during his first year of boarding school. The comparison to that experience put a grimace on his face. Then there was the smell of jet fuel, because they were at the airport after all, and it hung in the air from planes taking off and landing. Everything in sight was dusty beiges, faded reds, and browns with occasionally
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The office was painfully modern, not at all what one would expect from the office of a powerful attorney. Still, the room was spacious, and the large windows behind the desk gave a spectacular view of the city, and the lake. Worthington Michael Sinclair, the Fifth, sat in one of the armchairs facing the attorney behind the desk with perfect posture. His light blond hair was gelled and sprayed perfectly into place. The famous winds outside would barely ruffle it at all. His tall, lean frame
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Worthington is on the path set by his father. That all changes with his father's unexpected death.
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Angst and dissapointment happen so often - sometimes sweet and saccharin is better. I've written stories with plenty of the angst ad negative and gotten good revews of them. This story was one where I made a coscious decison to go in an opposite direction and I think it paid off.
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I'm glad you've enjoyed it Joann. Every now and the Dale comes back in my head and gives me a nudge - but never enough to get a full-fledged story written. Who knows - it might happen but no promises.
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It's become such a standard part of stories that people have to have some type of major flaw in them. Both Dale and Cole had small, relatvely minor flaws but at their cores, they are truly good people. There really are people out there that are as good as Dale and Cole - and I thought it'd be a good change to have them in this story as well. Still, if you're lookig for flaws, some might say that Cole's original intention of deceivig the public with his 'dating' Dale was a flaw - or rather hs using that as a cover to actually ask Dale out.
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“Hi.” Dale said, trying to keep the smile plastered on his face without letting it seem fake at all. It was only a few weeks, or maybe months ago that he would have totally lost it, blurting out his accusations and suspicions as soon as he laid eyes on Glen. “Hello.” Glen said as he looked a little surprised to see Dale in the basement of Cole’s house. Why he should be surprised, Dale didn’t know, or at least he didn’t know yet. The look of surprise grew on Glen’s face as Dale managed a per
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“Have a seat, Dale.” Senator Pritchard said, and Dale tried not to look nervous as he took a seat on the opposite side of the small table. They were sitting on the patio of the Pritchard home, just as the sun was beginning to set over the distant ocean. The view was spectacular, as always. “Welcome back from Washington, sir.” Dale said after the man had remained silent. The Senator had just gotten back from his first two weeks as a U.S. Senator, and was enjoying a day of rest before heading
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Thanks for the review and I love the insights and guesses. I love reading (as well as writing) and try to always work in 'real' details - even when I'm doing fantasy fiction or sci-fi. Many times I'll spend hours and hours doing research to put these details into a story and it always pays off in the end. For this story though it is all real-world experience, written without giving away trade secrets of course. Wouldn't want to give the other side any ideas after all...
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“Now that was an interesting night.” Dale said as they made their way into the suite that Cole’s father had gotten for them. The main room was big, with plenty of room for a couch, several armchairs and even a desk. Large windows gave a beautiful view of the city outside, and after taking off his jacket and throwing it over the chair in front of the desk, he went to stand at the windows. He’d never imagined staying in a hotel room like this, nor seeing views of the city this way. It was abso
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