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Freck awoke much earlier than usual, particularly for a Saturday, but bright light was streaming into his bedroom. He’d evidently forgotten to draw the blinds. As he tried to move in bed, he realized that his arm was around something warm and smooth, and his dick was poking something. A smile came to his face as he remembered the events of the previous evening and the early morning hours. They’d spent quite a bit of time touring the apartment as they discussed every subject imaginable. It wa
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Asher and Seth are two young teens living in New York City who have recently become boyfriends. Thanks to their efforts, Kyle and Francis (Freck) have take their first steps together as a couple, but they face many obstacles because they are preteen prodigies and because of a troubled past. Both young boys come from backgrounds of affluence, yet neither has experienced the love of family. Many storms await all four boys in their explorations of love, including a record Christmas blizzard. Can love be their salvation?
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“George, are you telling me it was the co-op that fucked up?” Frank Moore asked. He was incredulous. “The co-op management, in any case,” the assemblyman’s attorney answered. “The contractor acted in good faith, based on the information provided. They requested an upgrade to 220-volt, 120-amp service and of course, they assumed that that’s what they got. A simple check would have shown 110-volt service on each of the lines, but with one red wire and one black one, the presumption by any lice
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“I can’t believe we’re having pie on top of all that food!” Jessie exclaimed as he helped himself to a second serving of Apple pie.” We were having Thanksgiving dinner together, me and my boyfriend Seth, as well as six friends from high school who also had no place else to go for a traditional Thanksgiving dinner. Actually, only five of our friends were in high school with us at Stuyvesant, in lower Manhattan. Roger had brought his little brother Kyle with him. Kyle was a rather precocious nine-
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“How in fuck did we go from a nice, quiet Thanksgiving dinner for just the two of us, to a dinner party for eight?” my boyfriend asked as we walked home from school on Tuesday afternoon, the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. “Well, we couldn’t exactly say no,” I pointed out. “No one put a gun to our heads either. But once we agreed, we couldn’t exactly back down when Roger asked. In for a penny, in for a pound, as they say, what ever that means.” “Contrary to what most Americans think, ‘pound
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I slowly came to consciousness as the smell of bacon and sausage permeated my bedroom. Dad must be home, and he was making me a wonderful Cajun breakfast. I had a raging hard-on, though, and my bladder felt like it was about to burst. Something felt like it was in the way, however, and I couldn’t quite get into position to climb out of bed. Then I felt something soft and smooth squirm under me, and then a blurry pair of deep green eyes under an unruly mop of golden curls was staring at me, r
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“Ash, I can’t believe your parents are gonna be working on Thanksgiving!” Seth said as we walked past City Hall on our way home from school. Shrugging my shoulders, I replied, “They’ve always worked on Thanksgiving… after all, they own a restaurant.” “But who the fuck would want Chinese food on Thanksgiving?” Seth practically shouted as much as asked. “You’d be surprised,” I answered. “A lot of people are lazy, and then there are the young couples trying to make their first Thanksgiv
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Asher and Seth, two teens in New York City, just met on Halloween, but already they've discovered a shared passion for Star Trek and Classical Jazz. When they discover that neither has a place to go for Thanksgiving, they decide to create a traditional Thanksgiving feast together for themselves and some friends. What could possibly go wrong?
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April 2016 • Chris-50 As I closed up the final book of the journal — a journal I’d apparently generated over the course of a week — a journal I’d written when I was just twelve years old — I pondered why I had no memory of ever writing it in the first place. I even wondered if it might be fiction — a complete fabrication from my imagination, but the amount of detail was extraordinary. What would have been the point in making such precise drawings or of deriving equation after equation after
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October 2012 • Chris-46 “Could it really be that simple?” I asked. “You yourself said he told you as much,” Frank replied. “These equations bear that out. The answer has been staring us in the face all along.” “Hell, I’m the only one with a functioning, independent TTT lab. Now that we know about Jack, we can’t take a chance on doing any of this where he could find out about it. That’s all we’d need is for the Russians to get their hands on any of us.” The realization that Jack h
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Halloween in The City is nothing like what it is in the burbs. Kids making their way from house to house seeking treats just doesn’t mix with rushing taxis, Ubers and city buses. The only real “houses” in Manhattan are brownstones, which are almost unaffordable to all but the super-rich or those lucky enough to have inherited one. The vast majority of Manhattanites live in apartment buildings – 80% of them in rentals and for those who can afford it, condos and co-ops. Dyker Heights in Brooklyn,
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Left to give out candy in his penthouse apartment, Seth can't even go trick-or-treating this year. Making the best of it, he dresses up as an obscure Star Trek character that no one will recognize. Asher has become a bit of a loner since starting high school. With no parties to go to, he dresses up and goes trick-or-treating in New York City high-rise. A passionate fan of the Star Trek series, he comes to a certain penthouse and is greeted by a boy dressed as Captain Kirk's son. 5 hours later, several bags of candy consumed and every possible Star Trek topic discussed, he was no longer alone.
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May 1991 • Chris-25 Naïvely, I had assumed that when I agreed to divulge what I knew about TTT to the Chinese, the torture would end and I would be returned to a life of luxury in Hong Kong. Apparently, my captors didn’t trust me anymore than I trusted them. Even with my begging for it to end, they proceeded with the first dose of succinylcholine as originally planned, even though I’d told them I was having trouble breathing from the Pentothal alone. The experience was something I would
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May 1984 • Chris-18 “What’s up next?” I asked Chad as I slipped a fresh blank tape into the VCR. “Devil in the Dark,” Chad replied as he looked up from the program guide. “That’s the one where the they go to rescue a mining colony that’s under attack by a silicon-based monster, right?” I asked. “Yeah, it’s one of my favorite episodes,” Chad answered. “Mine too,” I agreed. “It turned out the spheres of silicon the miners were destroying were the creatures eggs. Stupid miners.”
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May 2005 • The Origin of Time “It’s beautiful here,” the young boy commented as he looked to the southwest, across Crimea, toward the Black Sea. To his right, the city of Sevastopol could be seen in the distance. Directly ahead lay the extensive facilities of the Soviet naval port with its secret submarine base. The boy was well aware that in the original timeline, the entire complex had been converted to a museum, a relic of the Cold War; hence to him the presence of the submarine base wasn
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March 2012 • Chris-45 “I could have told you that!” Frank responded to the allegation — more of a realization, actually, that my work at Livermore had been compromised by one or more Soviet spies. “Really?” I barked in surprise. “If you knew there were spies at Livermore, why didn’t you say something?” “Because it was the most logical conclusion,” he answered, “and because I would have been a prime suspect.” I opened my mouth to tell him that I knew it couldn’t have been him, whe
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February 1991 • Chris-24 My life had become a nightmare. At first I had been treated well. After landing in Hong Kong, I’d been treated to Hudson’s hospitality while he and my boyfriend kept encouraging me to cooperate with them. We stayed in a luxury apartment with a fantastic view of the city, and were fed meals that would have been welcomed in the finest restaurants in the world. During the day, Huang and Angus attended to our every need. At night they gave us our privacy. The nights
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February 1998 • Chris-31 The image of my older self-materializing in front of me seemed different somehow. It was almost as if I were looking at a ghost image — a ghost image in a dream, I chuckled to myself. “Oh thank God you’re still alright,” I began right away. “When I didn’t hear from you in so long, I began to get worried. But Chris, I’m still worried. Ever since New Years, I have been unable to reach Chris-24. I’ve tried to contact him just about every night, which isn’t helping m
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January 2005 • Chris-38 The despair that had a grip on my heart was almost more than I could bear. A week had passed since Andy’s disappearance and yet we were no closer to knowing what had happened to him than we were the morning I woke up to find he’d been taken from me. Only later did I realize he’d been abducted on Christmas morning. Frank flew down immediately upon hearing the news and we stayed in a fleabag motel outside the park while the investigation continued. Once the crime sc
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December 2004 • Chris-38 “Dad,” I heard the voice of my son in my head, “I just want you to know that I’m all right. I can’t tell you more than that now, ’cause it could really fuck things up and cause a disaster if you try to do more than you’re already doing right now. Just know that I’m safe, and that I will get home… eventually. The people who took me have no idea what they’re up against. In the long run, it’ll be really, really good for us and bad for them. “By the way, I’ve figured
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September 1979 • Chris-13 “The surest way to hurt me, Chris, is to keep stabbing me like that!” Marion Dawson boomed at me as I attempted to stick a needle in his arm. The thought of deliberately piercing his skin was kinda grossing me out. Besides which, this was Marion Dawson, one of the top physicists in the world. He was my mentor. He was bigger than life. “I know that, Professor Dawson,” I responded. “It’s just that I’ve never done this before.” “Just think, Chris. There are tho
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December 1983 • Chris-17 “Oh my God, what a great movie!” my date, Reanne exclaimed as we exited the theater. Personally, I’d thought it was rather depressing. I’d have much rather seen Silkwood or Sudden Impact, but I knew enough to let the girl pick the movie and she’d chosen Terms of Endearment. I guess it was OK — just not the kinda movie I usually liked to watch. Certainly not the fare of most teenage boys, but I wasn’t alone in this. There were a lot of us who were suffering through wa
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December 1983 • Chris-17 “What’s this?” I asked aloud as equation after equation materialized in my brain, seemingly from out of a dense fog. The equations looked vaguely familiar, and then it dawned on me — these were like the equations I’d shown Professor Dawson just a few days before, except that there were differences. Key differences. For one thing, there were a lot more terms than I’d used in mine. Holy shit, there were spatial derivatives of time! Where the fuck did those come from?
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December 1983 • Chris-17 “That’s certainly an interesting construct, Chris” Marion Dawson noted as he reviewed my notes, “but it looks vaguely familiar,” he added, almost as an afterthought. “Where did you come up with this? Infinite dimensions… vibrating loops… it’s all so bizarre, but yet logical. Quantum mechanics, quarks, leptons, bosons, they all fit into your framework.” “As do the strong force, the weak force, electromagnetism and gravity,” I pointed out. “And the way you inc
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September 1979 • Chris-13 It was like something from out of a bad dream. I should have been returning to Professor Dawson’s house to live there with my boyfriend, but instead I was remaining home with my parents. I should have been continuing my studies at the University, but instead I was going to St. Rose Philippine Duchesne Catholic School, near where we lived. It felt really strange to be attending an elementary school again when I’d been going to Junior High, and then studying at the U
