Rigby Taylor
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What can I say? Such praise overwhelms me. Gosh! Are you a seer, WildcatLes? I wonder if you are right? Surely Robert would never stoop to forgery? Unthinkable. Believe me, the pleasure of writing is all mine. Thanks for appreciating it.
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Sanjay had, as usual, been right. In the bustle of a new term only Marcia remembered to say anything, and that was when they were alone in the common room, having arrived first at interval. ‘Robert! You look great. Have you completely recovered?’ ‘Sure, it was nothing. A bit of smoke inhalation. Had a good holiday?’ And that was that. Everyone recounted the bits of their holidays they hoped would impress, and commiserated at returning to school. Lance slouched in and Robert’s hear
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Alone in his darkening house, Ian Nikelseer watched the sunset drape his school in spurious Gothic splendour. In twelve hours the final term of his career as a headmaster would commence. In twelve weeks he would leave this home of twenty-two years. The thought brought comfort. His brain, that finely tuned instrument with which he had attempted to subdue an errant world, had begun playing tricks. An incessant whirling of images and thoughts had brought him to the edge of exhaustion. He wondered i
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Thanks for the advice - Cia has been onto it for me. Now that's an idea - use the camera.... I wonder...
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And it gets grippinger and dramaticer and nastier and dangerouser. Will our heroes survive?
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Thanks. I enjoy a bit of irony. Yes, I made a glitch somehow and stuffed up the Gay Authors' uploading system - at least for me. I think it might have something to do with the fact that we have the slowest internet speeds on the planet and I am the most impatient person... I hope it is now fixed... We'll know when I post Chapter 23 in a few hours time. Back in the 50's the Sunshine Coast and Noosa, [I live in the hinterland] were laid back, with simple holiday homes, fishing jetties, no roads to speak of, wonderful wetlands.... delightful paradise. Now .... Ah, it's too depressing.
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Thank you NoSkis. I'm so glad you're following as the paths get even shadowier [that word looks odd] and more devious...
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The Secondary Schools Wrestling Competition was held in the ballroom of a large hotel, one street back from the beach-front and one block from the Ethnic Bazaar, where they had just delivered the cartons of urns and sculptures for Jeff. Bizarre, not Bazaar, had been Robert’s judgement of the egregious collection of kitsch and popular junk overflowing shelves, tables and display-cabinets, even spilling onto the floor. He shuddered to imagine the resulting mismatched interiors. Why so many elderly
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Thank you Canuk - I seem to have stuffed up the chapters from here on, I hope the administrators can sort it out. Indigenous Australians have much more to worry about than other people's sexual orientation. Are you still in Darwin?
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Dressed in their brashest and best they dined well, if a trifle expensively considering another car was on the shopping list, at a bistro on the waterfront. By nine-thirty they had fronted up to the nightclub, forked out for membership and entrance, and ascended the two flights of stairs. The large, dim space contained glittering reflections of four mirror-balls, a small dance floor, Hard Rock music blasting from a dozen speakers, assorted tables and chairs, and a bar. A couple of hunky waiters
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You're a real gentleman , JeffreyL . Lesser men than you have accused me of being a polemicist.
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He imagines the cops are getting tired of his unsubstantiated complaints and just wants to get shot of the car.
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Oh, you young thrill-seekers... I would always imagine hitting a just submerged sheet of something hard and sharp and slicing off the soles of my feet. From my experience many moons ago, spring in the northern hemisphere didn't arrive until April/May - Isn't climate change wonderful. So far, this is the only book I've posted here, but more and better will follow as soon as this one's finished. Glad you're enjoying it.
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Yes indeed - bring on the cavalry
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Mmmm... I too like happy endings...
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Thanks, Canuk. I worry I'm a bit preachy sometimes. I Think we are not alone in disputing some of the 'rules' about how to be 'gay'.
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‘I feel as though there’s a piece of elastic round my neck with one end fixed at Michael and John’s. It’s getting thinner and tighter, cutting off my air.’ Bart smiled across. ‘It is an abrupt and unpleasant change. I’d forgotten how busy and noisy this part of Brisbane is.’ ’Let’s hope the Gold Coast’s better.’ ‘You still want to enter the Wrestling Competition?’ ‘Can’t wait to show what an excellent teacher I’ve got.’ ‘Uh, oh.’ ‘Oh ye of little faith!’ As the
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They woke to the angry, teeth-on-edge cacophony of chainsaws. Breakfast was in the courtyard, it being too unpleasant on the verandah. Afterwards Bart went out to the garden with John while Robert helped Michael with the dishes and tidying up. ‘Breakfast’s your main meal, isn’t it?’ ‘Yes. Then we’ve got all day to work it off. Have a large meal at night at our age and it sits there adding layers of ugly flab while you sleep. It’s OK for you young colts, but we mature thoroughbreds put on fa
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My pleasure. They're actually people I know very well.
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Yes, they are. but I reckon they deserve it.
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Thank you NoSkis. I'm wondering if I should pronounce that as nose kiss, or if you are one of those dare-devils who water ski in bare feet. I hope you found more than 2 chapters - they're on this site somewhere.
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Me too. Why do people never realise that?
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Thanks both of you for such kind comments agree, and that they used 'orientation' rather than 'preference' when speaking of orientation - a HUGE pet peeve of mine - just added to the authenticity.... [NoSkis]
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I'll be posting a couple of chapters a day from now on - I'll let Bart know how you feel, Wesley, I'm sure he'll be chuffed.
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At daybreak Robert slipped from the bed, wrapped himself in a towel against the cold and ran down to the lake. The rising sun flung its shafts through the mist and wisps of vapour curled from the water. Five enormous black cockatoos flapped mournfully overhead, a heron announced its arrival with raucous honking, fairy-wrens inspected seed-heads on the tall grasses, a pair of indigo and yellow parrots displayed red bums as they shredded matching calliandros flowers, a whip-bird’s rising whine and
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