R. Eric
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Right now my muse is sending me other things. I'm working on some stories for Cinderfella, I've two in the works.
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I can only say, after the confrontation with my parents, aunts, uncles, and others, I felt this huge weight lift! We, Tony and myself, and those few cousins went to the living room. It had originally been a bedroom, all the rooms were bedrooms, but now they used it as something else. Tony and I sat on the couch there. It wasn’t long before my cousins were acting as they had years before as I knew them. Cutting up, ribbing each other. Ribbing Tony! They loved him. Who wouldn’t? “God, I love y
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We headed out for North Carolina. It was now late spring and we both enjoyed the warm weather. The windows down and the cool breeze flowed through. Looking over at Tony, he seemed very relaxed and damned sexy. The wind tossing his hair. He had tried to dress down, but even the jeans and polo shirt were designers. Even his sneakers. I wore Levis and a t-shirt. My shoes were Keds. “It may not be important, but…” I began. “I touched my first dick that wasn’t attached to me up here.” Tony
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Sorry about the internet thing, and I know it's a hour early, but I have to post the next chapter!!!
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Tony made a phone call to have his furniture brought down that night. The next morning I was going back to work. He was slipping his suit jacket on. This was a sharp suit, double-breasted and dark black. The red silk tie set it off perfectly. I shook my head. He was gorgeous! “I gotta go,” I said urgently heading quickly for the door feeling my arousal growing. Tony looked alarmed. “Wait! Don’t I at least get a kiss?” Tony asked. “Not looking like that! I’ll wrinkle the suit!” I touc
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Tony is about to meet his country "in-laws." The shit may hit the fan.
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Maybe the think they are.
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I could drive a tractor at twelve, a car a year later, legally a few years more, but driving Tony’s car made me nervous. Tony didn’t seem stressed about it, but I did my best. I was almost too cautious. He had me adjust the mirrors and seat, even the steering wheel, then hit a button on the console to save those settings. My settings. We had a nice dinner at some restaurant downtown, but it was Friday night, so there were a lot of people on dates and various things. I woke as the a
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When my husband came in Charleston, I was a bit overwhelmed by his tastes and how little how much cost concerned him. This story is almost a biography. The fact the he had a life before me didn't bother me. That he made money in the past did bother me. To me it was his money. That was something I had to get used to. I had to get used to him doing things because he wanted to, not because felt he had to. The transition of ME and HIM to being US. That was the hard part.
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Tony sighed relief and Nick left for his apartment. “That’s one down.” He grinned at me. “It went well.” I nodded. Tony shrugged. “I told you, he was a good man.” I grinned with a shrug. “And I told you, he came from you. How could he not be?” That night I saw another part of Tony. We had gotten home and did make love, then fell asleep together. And I was getting used to Tony’s spooning me from behind. It was later when he began making these sounds. A soft moan, then he rol
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And the thing is...they are based in reality. My father did have 15 brothers and sisters. My husband had a son where the meeting went well. My husband and stepson are solid. The others were surprising.
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But it just began. Tony meets Mitch's family. The good, the bad and the redneck!
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The difference about this story and others I've written. Almost everything I wrote about is true! My husband told me about the priest that did that. I had real education not only about Italians, but Catholics. As he told me, the Vatican didn't bail churches out, the Vatican got money from the churches, not the other way around. Most all the things I wrote so far, except the last names is all TRUE!!! Including the locking of the doors.
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Tony looked at me sadly. “Is that why you left the mountains?” I shrugged. “I had to.” I sat forward. “My parents don’t think I’m gay, but possessed.” “Possessed!?” Tony said loud enough to attract some looks from other customers. I chuckled at the lady that was looking concerned. “We’re fine, thanks.” I waved, then looked back. “Yes,” I whispered. “Possessed. They believe it’s a demon making me do these things.” I took a deep breath. “First is the McKenzies. My late grandfather, my
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It's been interesting since I married an Italian from New York. I've had thick crust in Chicago, he won't touch it. I love Italian Sausage, he claims no Italian would make it. I tell him the pizza is just a format, people will put on it what they like. He threatens to leave me if I don't give in. We've been together many years, he's not going anywhere. And I remind him often. I'm NOT ITALIAN!!
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I do make mistakes. I'm not a professional writer, but I have something to add. I put it out and let people read them. Like the story or don't. Either way, here's more.
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I was whistling again at work. I was almost never unhappy, but never just happy. That got me a few stares and curious looks as I went through my day. As I walked past the General Manager’s office toward my own I get… “McKenzie!” He barked. I backpedaled and peered in his office. “Belosik.” Using the same tone he had, only mine was with a smile, not the fake gruffness his had. He motioned me in, which of course I did. “Out with it.” He ordered. “You’ve been very happy this week. Care
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I am. How dare you claim any of this is made up!! I know the difference! Avoid it. I'm speaking to everyone. In my family it was called the family plaid! Don't you dare claim otherwise! I have the damned kilt! I am Scottish!
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I don’t know how long it took, and I didn’t really care. Tony had shared this horrible event in his life and time sort of stopped. At last, he sniffed, sitting up. “Now you know.” He said sadly. “I do.” I nodded. Then the old me kicked in. “I guess my getting shot wasn’t that big a deal.” Tony laughed as he wiped his face. “Believe me, I don’t want to one-up you with this.” I pulled his face toward mine. “Tony.” He looked at me. “I won’t thank you for telling me, but I will t
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My husband was the survivor. I wrote what he told me as he experienced it. All I do, is listen and be there. It was amazingly hard to write. I had many times I had to stop. I got his permission to write it, but it's still very touchy for him. But I will always be there for him.
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I will say…I hated it when Tony took me back to my truck. But we had agreed to take it as it came. So far, he’d been kind, funny and proved himself to be an honest man. I think. A crook isn’t good if he doesn’t get away with it. But, we’d see. I had given him my phone number and email address. I had gotten home when my phone rang. Grinning, I saw his name on my phone. “Hi.” I greeted smiling at him, which he couldn’t see of course. “Just checking to see if you got home alright,” Tony s
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Wait until you read what I post tonight after midnight. That's 12/10 after midnight. It was hard, but it's true.
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A True Italian from New York
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We left the sanctuary with people following us with their eyes. It wasn’t that they weren’t friendly. I could tell it was the same reaction I first had of him. That he didn’t belong here. I stopped Tony. I pointed to the wall mural of the white dove with an olive branch flying across the world before we walked out. “See that?” He grinned. “Whosoever will.” He grinned at me. “Even us Yankees?” I nodded. “We can’t all be perfect.” He shrugged. “If that were true, we’d all be It
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The thing is...it's true! My husband did that, not let me in the pew and spewed all that at me. And he was wearing designer stuff. And my father was a preacher. You'll learn more truth about our wild life. And it's you fault. I got a headache from the overload of stuff. I couldn't sleep! So when I said "owe" in the email. There really was an "owe."
