R. Eric

We were flying from Barbados to New York. Our system of communication was being watched, or so Stan feared. His Sentry Buddies had warned him there were eyes trying to see in. Had someone done it? John had finally agreed to try and sleep on the long flight back. He had gone back to the isolated bed in closed off portion of the cabin to attempt to do that. Things were pretty tense as we rode in silence for a while. I noticed Stan was looking a little more intensely than usual. Mark sat ri

I wanted you to read this. Do I need to add that Rabbi Wolffe was an absolutely gorgeous human male! Gawd!!! Bite your wrist for control GORGEOUS!!! That black hair in waves...he was a man of many dreams. I was so pissed when I met Mrs. Woffle! Naturally, she was beautiful, too. Damn her.

Yes, but Israel was recognized much later in history. The Jews I know identify all of their people as Jews or....Hebrew. I'm Scottish, but I don't speak the brogue. I am Clan MacQueen!! Maybe it's just the Southern Jews? Rabbi Wolffe said that. Like you said, what do I know? I ain't Jewish. Shalom Ya'll!!!!

Oh. come on, Buddy! Didn't you see the Santa Clause 1, 2 and 3? Bernard, Santa's head elf was Jewish! The dispute was about Jesus being Messiah. I have friends that are Reformed Hebrew. The more orthodox don't, but they loved Christmas. Hanukkah wouldn't be the holiday it is, I'm told, except for Christmas. Santa can come down the chimney of Jews just fine. No mangers have to be there.

Waiting until the appointed hour to pick Chet up was…lengthy. Traffic was a factor and we didn’t want to have problems so we just drove around. We did what I hadn’t done in years as we drove through neighborhoods and looked at the various decorations. Mike finally took my hand. “Are you okay?” Squeezing his hand. I laughed lightly. “Sure. I should have done the discussion with Susan sooner.” “You couldn’t admit it to yourself. How could you tell her?” Mike smiled at me. “She moved

Once the taping was done, Ellen again thanked us for coming on her show. The audience was applauding again heartily as we left the stage. Once back in the room we had waited in before the taping we were getting ready to part from Ellen, she stopped and held her hand up to stop us. In a very non-Ellen way, she said seriously. “What you are doing is nothing short of remarkable.” Peter shook his head. “All we are doing is getting married.” I squeezed his hand. “Peter was raised not know

I read that. However, I was first!! He's the Queen's cousin. I say, good for him. My wedding is a prince, in line for the throne. I was first! I was! He's just copying me. I was first. I was.

That is hilarious. Did he use a magnifying glass and tweezers when he jerked off?

I've said it before. I will never stop writing. As long as I breath, I will write. Don't feel bad. I love it that you enjoy them. I told Daniel, my husband, "I didn't write these stories to keep in a notebook, but for people to enjoy." I was thrilled I got one reader, but now...I still can't believe it. I will write more. I have to get Chet, Avi and Eli out of that house! I'm sending this before I go to bed to do my day again. I am sooo happy you like the stories. They were just fantasies, but became more real for me. Eric needs to make the movie, Peter needs to marry.

I am...alive. I have some issues. Working twelve hour shifts, no days off and Cataracts. I am writing the next chapter for Makarovia now. Next is I've Always Loved You. I need time and eyes that work. I will keep on. More is coming.

I know, but first, I need to get Eric and Peter headed toward the marriage and poor Chet has been at the Christmas Eve gathering for how long now? Poor Eli and Avi. They've been stuck too!! I plan a lot for Ellis, Devon and Colin. Off to California to bring Eric and Peter back to Boston, then get Chet, Eli and Avi home! What gets me is Expedia, Hotels.com and all those others. The customer makes the reservation with them and gets mad when the don't get the room they thought. It isn't our reservation!!! It's whoever you booked with. They made the error, the customer! But we have to correct that error they made!? I can't change a third party reservation! It's not their card on the reservation and no, if I cancel, they still get billed because they booked it with the third party!!! Yes=, I don't like many ignorant guests and we have a bunch!!

I had two deaths, Dad and Daniel. However, I kept Rick in the know about what was happening. Dad died, but he was local. I missed work two nights. I showed up for work on day three, Dad hadn't had the funeral yet. When Daniel died, Rick knew he was sick, even though he thought Daniel was Danielle. Rich is Indian, from Asia. Not exactly gay friendly. I did miss two weeks that time because I had to plan to take Daniel to New York and bury him. All of the vacation times were planned well in advance. Those cruises? I knew the date and let Rick know. That's just the way I am. Granddad told me, make sure you are on time and never late, or you make yourself unreliable. For me to be gone, things have to be in place. I am the only employee there at night.

I am management, but don't care to be. I am hourly, so I get time and a half. There is compassion. Rick, my boss, has it and is concerned, but there is little he can do. He is giving me a day off Wednesday/Thursday. I like the hotel business, but not all of the guests. Entitlement issues and those that want a luxury suite at the Motel 6 rate. If this keeps up, I will get sick. He knows that. However, he knows I am never, ever late. In eight years I have always shown up early. Time off was asked for usually up to six months in advance or more. I am trusted. At night, usually, I am left alone and I have time to write. We are getting into the busy season, so there isn't the kind of time I like. I will keep writing and keep working. I'll be fine. Thanks for caring.

Who says there is a Russian at all on the VUN's side? There will be Russians. Quit fishing! Now, I have to return to Boston. I've got that whole wedding thing to head His Highness Petro to do. I need to write again for I'll Always Love You and then...I will return to Blueblood! So, pray we find help so I have time.

See!? You're doing it again! Stop that!!

I know who, i said it, right above this! (Sarcasm coming again.) I'm sorry, I thought I was writing this. First you read ahead, Now, you're doing rewrites. I know where I'm going. Do you? No.

Wait, it would be the same Universe, but no...Sasha and The Raging Bull are not in this. Good idea, though.

Yes, sorry, work got in the way just now. Torchwood!!?? I don't have aliens. Yes, they all suck something. Except Chuck. I know the Russian you mean, but he's will have to be brought up to speed. No, Russian Wrestlers. Wrong Universe. You will find out.

So? What's your point?

We watched Stan place those little baseball sized…eyes around the room picking out places to put them to get the best results. “For the best results, we all need to step outside. The longer Buddy can scan the better the results.” “Then can we start cleaning up?” Sylvia asked. David looked at her. “When we’re done.” I looked at her shaking my head looking at Colin, Mark, and Stan. “I always wondered what happened to JAPs.” Mark and Stan chuckled “JAPs?” John asked. “I’ve heard peo

Yes.

I am guilty of not participating in the Community. I do on some topics and writers some, I need to do it more. I had an issue last night I write all the time. However I have Cataracts. I was concerned because, until the Cataracts get to a certain size, I can't get treated by the VA. I am putting this in place that if I don't post a chapter, no one here would know if I were sick or dead. My writings would just stop. That made me concerned about the stories and how they were stored and what would happen if...pause for the dramatic music....I die. Daniel was always telling me "show me the money." My stories have been with me and I didn't write them to keep in a notebook. I wanted to share. They...are my children. They will keep going after I don't. I AM NOT DYING!! Not yet. I have many stories in me I want to get down...some I need to finish. If I don't post, know there is an issue. I have no one to post a note saying what it is. I will give my son the address and sign-in for this site if I do have an issue. I hope he remembers to do that. I want my stories to never end, but they will one day. NOT ANYTIME SOON! I hope. Droughtquake suggested I do this as there are others that have issues visually and might have suggestions. I will get treated for the Cataracts and will see fine...one day. Until then, I was told to ask about the options.

Yes, to both. Nice new picture, by the way!!

The story about the VUN continues. The knowledge about the vampires is now known more in the world. George vanishes.

Colin and I didn’t even bother to put anything else on as we hurried with Ruben to the control room. I felt odd as neither Colin nor I bothered to even put shoes on. Ruben looked rough as he went with two barefoot, robe-wearing men through the almost disserted corridors of the VUN. “I’m not Stan,” Ruben said as we came in quickly and he sat at the computer. He touched the recessed keyboard on the black glass surface and did a little hunt and peck as he typed, “I don’t have his speed or…”