R. Eric

Yes. Makarovia sort of took on a life of it's own and bloomed. Talk to Zeus, he's the one in charge of the Muses. My muse is laughing his ass off right now.

Yes, I do that putting them in another room. Olek and Helga, but I see it!! I write what I see. It's nauseating! Pussy!? Sorry, ladies, but gross! I had trouble with their kiss in the entrance of the palace! That was the easier thing. I know drain the lizard. I've heard it many, many times. I have Cyrillic programmed. The thing is there are differences in Russian and Ukrainian. I have a template to tell my English letter stands for which. or I couldn't keep them straight...or gay...you know what I mean.

I'm having trouble with Olek and Helga. Only because my mind rejects the possibility. Straight sex is just...weird. Trying to picture Olek with any woman. I get a little queasy. Who says there is no clips on line? The copies they have aren't just on her computer or Eric's. It may come up later.

I looked at Peter who was looking very…he wasn’t mad or hurt…he was upset. “Has this bothered you?" Peter looked at me. “It did! It bothers you, too. I can see it in your eyes.” “It does!” I agreed. “Not for what Olek did, but what she did.” He was about to get up. “Stop! Don’t leave! Look at these video files.” “I don’t want to see them! That’s private between Olek and that slut!” He nearly spat angrily. “I didn’t say watch the clips, but look!” I pointed to the monitor. “Look a

Yea. No one expected it from her!

In the morning, I looked to see what else was sent only to see a message from Drew. “Cassie is away on assignment. More coming, I promise. It may be a few weeks.” My reply was simple. “We’ll wait. A great job is being done.” My grandmother was leaving again. We spent the whole Sunday afternoon together. It was that Sunday night we were in the kitchen, Peter’s and my favorite room now. We had Boris and Yuri there often who joined us occasionally. I asked her privately about wha

As upsetting as what I’d read the night before was, I woke up feeling pretty good! Only, Peter wasn’t where he was supposed to be. We all move in our sleep and he just had…rolled away from me. It was no big deal, but he had rolled on his back and well…guys can snore. Yea, yea…the soft palate and whatever…on your back, you can snore. He was. It wasn’t loud like I’ve heard some. No freight train or inhaling of drapes or anything like that. I smiled at his content face as he slept. I carefully got

I'm writing about the beginnings now! It will be an hour or so from now.

I posted a reply.

By 1939 Florey and Chain had begun to realize the importance of penicillin and they had saved a number of people's lives with it as of 1942. The widespread use of penicillin was hastened by the advent of World War II. The governments of the US and Britain resolved to produce all the penicillin they could and by then, the manufacture of other drugs had become big business, so many major companies were eager to produce penicillin. In 1943 Florey went to Russia to help it make penicillin and by 1944, there was enough penicillin for all the allied troops wounded in the D-Day invasion of Europe. Hastened by who? A lot is conjecture. Who's say they didn't have it? How did Milo know this doctor or scientist had it and where to look? They didn't have Makarovia either. but it is there for this story.

Damn! So, that's no. I was going to send growl at you! I'll do it anyway. Growl!

I always look forward to you words. Honestly, you have an abundance of things you know. Really. Honest. I'm not making fun...Okay, a little fun. I do love ya. You know that. You are the guy in the blue shirt in that picture, aren't you?

Germans aren't all bad! That's why I'm working on getting one in the family! Fictional family, that is. Unless you know a Kurt or Georg out there available.

We enjoyed having my grandmother there. She just couldn’t believe where we were living. We spent the evening having a meal and she got to get to know Boris and Yuri better. Things couldn’t have been better. Then when we were separating for the evening Peter and I got ready for bed and I checked my email. There was another message sent by Drew. Clicking on it his message was simple. Read this. I did and I cried for a while. It’s not pleasant at all. Cassie had a harder time with this. I knew

More like: "The shit's going to hit the fan!" Because it is. This next chapter was hard, but relevant.

Almost as tough as Yuri.

I will warn everyone. While Milo and Bren are made up characters, what I will relate to you is fact. I will give a disclaimer before any others are written. These are from real recorded verbal and written accounts. This angered me. The story of Peter and Eric was to be fun. It will be, but how Makarovia started? It's fiction, I know. I was horrified at what I read and wondered where the real Makarovia was. I will tell you, if you want the sweet love story. I'll tell you skip the chapter that isn't sweet. All I wondered was, what would happen if Harry had picked a man? That led to all of this. It will be graphic in parts, but I will let you know before you read it. I hope you'll love the whole thing, but we can't forget. EVER. I put in again for feedback.

I will warn everyone. While Milo and Bren are made up characters, what I will relate to you is fact. I will give a disclaimer before any others are written. These are from real recorded verbal and written accounts. This angered me. The story of Peter and Eric was to be fun. It will be, but how Makarovia started? It's fiction, I know. I was horrified at what I read and wondered where the real Makarovia was. I will tell you, if you want the sweet love story. I'll tell you skip the chapter that isn't sweet. All I wondered was, what would happen if Harry had picked a man? That led to all of this. It will be graphic in parts, but I will let you know before you read it. I hope you'll love the whole thing, but we can't forget. EVER. Love you Hellsheild, but I just attached this to your message. Thank you.

Poor Bren! Left out because he has dark hair. I did create Milo knowing you bent that way. There aren't too many redheads in Germany or Eastern Europe. Blondes aplenty. Redheads? No. Scotland and Ireland. But that's not where it happened, sorry.

I did call grandmother that evening before we got the call from Olek. “How’s it back in the United States?” Grandmother asked like always, no real hello, just going straight into the conversation. “It’s more…interesting.” I chuckled. “We moved so we’re getting used to this new place. I’d love for you to come. Can you come up for a few weeks or even just a weekend?” “I’d love to.” She said happily. “I was going to ask you about October.” “Grandma, I want to see you. You can come a

Merry Christmas, bah humbug. I'm a Scrooge, I admit it. GA can be accessed on other computers. I'm writing a chapter a day. You might miss something. Have a nice holiday...while I slave away. As my husband would say: "You just run along, don't worry about me."

Colin and I showed Gaius and Vlad where they were sleeping before we parted with them. Gaius came over to the door after we showed them the room and we could see him about to say something. Colin raised his hand. “Hug me if you want, but I can see you want to say something. I think I know what it’ll be.” Gaius nodded. “We’re grateful!” He said as Vlad came up nodding in agreement. “He’s right,” Vlad said putting his arm around Gaius. “We owe you a lot. You not only accepted us but we

I didn’t like that there might be something more going on. Yet, there were things that were, how do I say it? If it seems too good to be true, that’s because it usually isn’t true. Since we had time and Peter wasn’t hungry anymore, we looked at the rest of the house. We went into a room half the size of the living area that had a grand piano. To me, it was nice, again with the higher ceiling and moldings. Then behind it, deeper in the house was a library. There were shelves and shelves of books.

No breaks. I work the holiday, too and I can't stop writing!

It was relevant! Nothing you say is irrelevant...no, no, no. I brought Daryl up because of the name. Still love me?