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“Tom, come on in,” Pettit was both concerned and pleased that after six weeks one of the participants had sought him out. “What’s on your mind?” “Well, you know, Doc, you said if anything was bothering us, we should tell you,” Tom replied cautiously. “Yes, indeed, anything at all.” “I think I’ve got the flu or something,” Tom replied with a somewhat fake cough. “Why don’t we check that out?” Pettit produced a thermometer and thrust it into the young man’s mouth and grasped his wrist to tak
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The participants grudgingly adapted to the life a prescribed by Dr. Pettit, the only real enthusiasm emerging during meals. After only a week, some signs of improvement could be seen. Skin began to clear on those troubled with acne. A kind of vigor could be detected beyond the previous malaise. Thus far, only two rounds of injections, the prepared diet and mandatory exercise comprised the program. Pettit wondered how to further gel a team out of these disparate individuals. He walked into
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This story got me going - perhaps a little too fast. I wonder where autobiography and fantasy intersect. One concern is that it will be difficult to maintain this level of heat long enough to get to know the characters. A few paragraphs that switch person of focus - usually a sign to make a new paragraph. I'll be staying tuned to see how this develops.
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Pettit crossed the campus in search of Kayson Hall. He was supposed to meet with the ‘Director of Buildings and Grounds’ to review the offered dormitory. Next on his list was to go to the ‘Athletic Center’ to meet with the ‘Head of Athletics and Fitness’ and tour the facilities. A passing student directed toward the far end of campus where he came upon what was once an imposing building, now showing many signs of disrepair: a sagging roof, unpainted trim work and air of general decrepitude.
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“What’s the hubbub, Smithson?” the rotund man at the far side of the poker table asked. “Yeah, Smitty, why the ‘emergency meeting? Is the accreditation board after the college again?” a still living cadaver worried in the adjacent chair. “Well, Boys, the answer to our prayers walked into my office today. He’s got connections to the military and can attract funding. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what a fine boondoggle that can lead to. Even in its sorry current state, the college genera
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Dr. Pettit turned the ignition off. Beyond the windshield was the administration building of another college, the next in a parade of so many that they began to all look alike. Even the largest university and smallest private college where uncannily alike. A few impressive buildings, many more utilitarian ones and endless streams of blue jean clad students slouching across the campus. Where was the energy and vitality of youth? How many of these privileged not-quite adults would fulfill the
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Mysterious Dr. Pettit has done it before, but things went awry. All he needs is a sponsor - and a safe place - to try his experiments again. Will his 'program' work this time? Will his 'subjects' experience the hoped for benefits? What side affects will come to the fore in 'Second Adolescence'?
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According to legend, prior rampages had been a wonton slaking of lust. Under Prince Fred, it was more a house-by-house visit, offering of sexual favors, most refused gratefully, accepting congratulations and good wishes. Stories were shared of Robby’s inexhaustible demands and the aftermath of his frequent visits. Fred and Bill, hand-in-hand, listened politely, sometimes asking for a room to share a private passion. Many villager peered through keyholes and chinks in walls to enjoy the lovi
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“Doesn’t the village elect the prince?” Charles asked Robby as they walked toward the meeting grounds. “It is the prerogative of a retiring prince to appoint his successor,” Robby expounded peremptorily. “Since when?” asked the Vicar who accompanied them. “Since I’m the prince and I say so,” Robby proclaimed. “Not for long,” an overly excited Fred reminded him. “Oh, it will be long alright, and belong to me,” Charles rejoined. “Who have you picked for your court?” the vicar asked. “First
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The sun had begun to set, but they were still warm from their affectionate exertions. Charles lay his head languidly in Robby’s lap. “So, Mr. Prince, how did you come to have this honor, not that I doubt that you deserved it?” “Charlie, does it matter? It’s over now. I’ll pass on ‘the honor’ to Fred and be only with you.” “You can’t blame me for being curious. The vicar told me about how you were found and then raised by the village. He avoided telling me much about your time as prince,
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Charles awoke to find himself alone in bed. While it still felt as if Robby’s big cock was lodged in his ass, no doubt from the several times he had enjoyed its attention through the night, the absence of Robby’s affectionate embrace made him lonely. “Robby, where are you?” A freshly showered and dressed Robby emerged from the bathroom. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” “You meant to wake me last night.” Robby smiled wolfishly. “Yum. Indeed I did. But if I recall rightly, you woke
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C: “I’m hungry.” R: “I’ve got something for you to put in your mouth.” C: “As emotionally rewarding as that is, even with as much as you cum, I still need to eat regular food. It’s been about a week since we’ve had a real meal.” R: “All right, we’ll have to go the pub. We’ve eaten everything in the house. Let’s go, but let’s hurry back.” C: “I can’t say I wasn’t warned.” R: “About what?” C: “About how needy you are. It’s not easy covering for an entire village single handedly.”
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R: “So are we lovers?” C: “We’ve made love a bunch of times.” R: “Yeah, it’s been good.” C: “Only good?” R: “You know what I mean. It’s different with you.” C: “I don’t know, same parts as everyone else.” R: “It’s just different – and you know what I mean.” C: “Yeah, I do.” R: “So what next.” C: “You have so little imagination that you think we’ve done it every way possible?” R: “No, I have lots more ideas. I guess I’m asking if you’re going to stay?” C: “In bed?” R: “
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Charles paused halfway across the bridge. He had searched the entire village to find Robby. It had been two days since the scene on the hilltop. No one admitted to seeing Robby, though Charles wondered if they were protecting their icon. The house he now occupied, the village itself, had lost much of the charm and possibility he had felt when first he had arrived. Where was Robby? A tear escaped down his cheek, dropping into the river below. Charles watched the ripples it caused fade in t
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Charles spent the following day in a series of meetings with various county officials, being read to from ponderous documents and after succumbing to their soporific tones, signing his name and watching as they affixed various seals and notorizations. Wreston stood stoutly by his side, offering whispers of encouragement to persevere until the end, though Charles began to suspect he was being railroaded into more commitments than he understood. Late in the afternoon, Charles was released to re
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Charles dimly recalled some of the more dramatic landmarks as he retraced part of the prior day’s journey across the English countryside. He passed the Johnsons, Ned and Alf, already at work dragging the hired car out of the muck of the Mire. Murky water streamed from every seam. The trip to Wellton was easy in daylight, that and with Mayhew’s articulate directions. He soon found himself on the High Street, outside the solicitor’s office. Once inside, he was greeted by Sinclair Wreston, him
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The next day dawned with birdsong and brilliant sunlight streaming through his room’s windows. The storm had given way to a crystalline sky. The day beckoned. He descended to the pub on the main floor where he was welcomed by a somewhat tattered and weary Mr. Mayhew. “Ah, good morning, sir. You look recovered from last night’s adventure,” said with false heartiness. Then sotto voce to himself, “If only I had.” “Mr. Mayhew, are you well?” a concerned Charles St. George inquired. “I’ve bee
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It had only been a week since he had received the letter and now he was struggling to find his way along rural byways far from the beaten track in a little frequented corner of England. Since leaving the major highway, he had encountered torrents of rain intermingled with dense fog, both increasing with each mile. Road signs, those few that became visible through the obscuring weather, held no meaningful direction. He blundered on, sometimes slurring off the road in particularly dark and wet
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An epic battle? No a love story...
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And...you must not tease with such an interesting place and character...
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A fair period piece, although a few modernisms sneek in...Desire for wholeness in the face of fiercesom judgment.
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Curiouser and curiouser...I'm reminded of Lewis Carroll somehow. A story as flighty as the main character. A very nice atmosphere.
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Sexy, funny, smart, stock characters I love, romance I crave. "Get laid." Great advice.
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Thank you for reading and offering your thoughts. "Not flawlessly executed?" Well okay, I'll accept a few flaws. I had such a good time writing this story.
