R. Eric

Issues. They are like noses, everybody's got one. Ryan and Erik will just have to sort them out. I'll find out how they do it.

This was so well written! I was hooked after the first chapter! Great imagery and feelings were excellently written about. You're an amazing writer! I had to add the emoticon to tell you thank you.

I wanted say something, then I didn't. I couldn't find the emoticon for crying. I wanted to.

And now the issues surface for Andy. Marcus' walls going up aren't going to help.

Mom is right and wrong. Right about Andy having to deal with issues and wrong about Charles. There was no spark with Charles, but an inferno with Andy. I'm glad Marcus realizes he's falling love. He has to deal with issues, too. They both do, Who better to deal with them that the one that loves you? They do love each other!

I said I sort of hated you, well now, I do for sure. (Writer's jealousy) That was fucking AWESOME!!! I saw and felt every damned thing! I need something...a cigarette or something one does after great sex. That was great sex. It was done in LOVE!

I'm jonesing on Makarovia, too. That's why I can't stop writing about it. It gets under my skin and I just can't stop! I guess you all know I love Eastern Europe now.

Of course there's drama. I'm gay.

Lucian looked at my gun pointed at him but turned to Iilya’s unmoving body. Lucian’s eyes were full of conflict. The sound that came from Lucian was from deep inside his throat, a groan, and whimper. Loss. Did Iilya love Lucian? A little maybe, but Lucian loved Iilya, that much was clear. He slowly lowered himself beside Iilya and let out. “О, моя любимая.” My translator, which I almost forgot about said. “Oh, My Beloved.” Yes, Lucian loved Iilya. Lucian was a vampire, so without the serum, ther

Okay, I sort of hate you right now. That was so awesome!! A first time? Neither one can deny the truth. They are in LOVE!!

Thps is just like the MCC in Manhattan! Rev. Pat? This is getting tread on familiar territory!

I first encountered my first Priest in the late 1970s. I was a teenager then, and he was young, strong and very handsome. Yes, I was in love with the man. I got to know him and learned what some of his issues were. It was a revelation to me to find that he was...just a man. No, he wasn't gay and we never did anything, but I wanted to. Being raised Baptist, I didn't understand a lot about Catholics and their issues. He was perhaps thirty, but he treated me like a person. Getting to know him, he did tell me about how he felt and why he did it. I'll read more, but Father Andrew Dylan needs to realize, he can do what he does and doesn't have to give up any "calling" he has. It took a long time before I got it. I'm just a person that needs someone in my life. We all do. He will find that out. I'm not writing this and I'll find out what happens. My husband was the one that had to come to grips with things. He was gay. A gay Catholic.

I loved his mother! Having been married to a Yankee, Italian, Catholic man born and raised on Long Island, I was back in New York! I love this! I know Priests take a vow and all that, but they are just human! Father Dylan needs to cut himself some slack. He's human. Sure, decide what he needs to do.

I more than liked this chapter. The uncertainties of Andy and Marcus' wanting to protect Andy. You have a way of describing things very well. I almost felt like I was voyeur reading it. Nothing wrong with that, but...WOW!

I'm sorry I just found this! Who doesn't love the shy innocence of a man who is just...lost!? You've won me over! I loved this!

Olek was relaxing and it showed. It was good to see. Peter won the game though. I knew he was a pirate at heart. He got too much glee when Olek and I did go broke. When after dinner and another movie, we retired for the evening. As we got ready for bed, Peter was smiling, but he was happy about something other than winning the game or anticipation of what usually happened at night between us. His smile was in his eyes as he looked at me. “What?” I asked him as I pulled the bed down.

They could have gone to Greece and met a friendly donkey… ;-) No crossovers in this story. And what's wrong with a cave? They were there before Jim Walter started building homes! We lived there for thousands of years! I like caves. Where else would it be? I couldn't have them booming music in the city. It just made sense. See my crown?

Olek and returned to the dining room, where Peter looked up looking, but seeing Olek’s smile as we walked in, he relaxed. Olek walked over to Peter who stood up. Olek hugged Peter. “I could use some time away,” Olek said quietly. “We haven’t spent time together in a long time. I will love spending a week with you…” he brought me into a hug with the two of them, “and your future husband who I see has become very important to you…and to me.” He sighed as his phone rang again. Queen Alla sm

The two security men were young, in their early thirties. One, Karl, was as I had seen before in the United States, big. He was well over six feet and while he didn’t have the dark suit and glasses, everything about this blue-eyed bald man said security. I could see from the razor used to shave his head, he was losing his hair and just decided to get rid of all of it rather than have a comb-over. The other was Marko, sandy colored hair with his height just under six feet. “Is there a nightcl

We came back inside after a few minutes. He was right, it was still chilly outside even with it being the end of spring. After returning the jackets to our rooms, we went to the dining room. Peter led me through the corridors which he knew well. I needed to learn where things were in the palace. There was the dining room and a grand banquet hall. The difference being the dining room held twelve at a long table in the center, five on one side, five on the other and one on each end for King Olek a

The three students are in the next chapter, they were on the plane.

The flight to Makarovia was…lengthy. This trip was on a private plane again. There were three students chosen from Northeastern going with us. Two guys and one girl, but I was told they were very good photographers. They knew each other, of course, and were talking amongst themselves and seemed pleased to be going. One refueling stop and we were airborne again. It wasn’t too long after the refueling before Peter smiled; looking out the window and turned to me. “We’re now flying over Makarovi

Peter smiled at me as the call ended. “I guess I didn’t understand the interview’s significance.” He shrugged. “I didn’t until Olek reminded us,” I said, then laughed at the other realization. “I haven’t even been to Makarovia yet. Your mother said it was cold.” Peter smiled and nodded. “It is in the winter; often minus twenty degrees below freezing at night. We are in the mountains.” He shrugged. “We will be there in spring. It will be cool at night, but it will be warm in summer.” He

“Good evening. I’m Anderson Cooper.” Anderson said to the camera. “You are watching this because you heard or saw reports that a very unique marriage is in the works as a member of a royal family, a prince is marrying a man from the United States. I will introduce you.” He waved to Peter, who sat on the couch next to me. “This is Prince Petro Ivanov of Makarovia.” He nodded to Peter. “I want to thank you for letting me in to give this…” Anderson gave a sort of shrug as he couldn’t explain it any

We met with Dean Sutton. He was interested, but my telling him about the endowment carried some weight. Money talks. “This isn’t a rushed project,” I said to the man, so he’d understand. Dean Sutton was in his forties, a little heavy set with brown hair that was showing grey at the temples. “This is an important task we need doing.” Dean Sutton sat back nodding. “We can begin the page.” He said. “We will need access to records and information about Makarovia.” He smiled. “I consider myse