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The next morning. Carey tried to shake the sleep out of his brain. He sat up, coughed once, and looked at his phone on the night stand. He’d brought it in sometime during the night to shoot some absolutely raunchy pictures of them together. Memories. “Shit!” Looking at the time. “I gotta be at the office in like fifteen minutes.” Randy, awake suddenly, rolled off the bed and stood up. “C’mon, let’s shower. You stink!” He laughed. Stumbling to the bathroom,
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Life for many of us, myself included, is a series of coulda, shoulda, woulda.
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When they got into the car, Randy turned to Carey, “So, what did you think?” Carey replied with a laugh, “Man! Drain is a trip!” Randy swiveled in his seat toward Carey. “Honestly, what did you think?” Carey took a breath. “Well…I thought it was kind of boring.” Randy smirked. “Yeah well…that scene is sort of…an acquired taste.” Carey laughed. “Scene?!?” Pausing for a second, “So, how did you ever end up hanging out with Drain?” Randy smirked
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Riding stable! That’s choice!
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I was wondering what you might think of this sequence…being a woman and all.
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Ha! Well, again…I’ll point out that the Turner’s are big time social climbers. So, Nat probably called a few connections and got them there. He may have even paid for them to show up. I understand personal appearances make a lot of money for celebs. That’s probably why Matthew Broderick and Sarah Jessica Parker came to the party for only 15 minutes. They probably got something like 5 grand for that. Michelle Dockery not so much. I understand from a direct source that she struggles with getting Hollywood to give her the notice she is due. So, she comes off as if she’s trying too hard. She probably had no other party to go to that night.
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It’s kind of a falsetto squeal. Imagine Elton John saying it and you’ll get the right tone.
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Good information. Thanks! I wonder if it would be helpful if all of this was used for an author page so that we can all navigate these stats in a more informed manner.
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Reaching out to Myr, I’m wondering where I can find these stats. I’m still confused about the way the numbers are presented. Some examples comparing a story similar to mine in length: the other story has twice as many views as mine and yet, the other story’s chapter views are considerably below mine. My chapter 1 views are much higher than the subsequent chapter views. I can understand that. But, why does one chapter in the middle have way more views than adjacent chapters? And, who and why are people making comments? It seems as if some are serial commenters because I see them making comments on several stories. Forty different people, so far, have reacted to one or more chapters. Is this a meaningful stat? Inquiring minds want to know.
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I’m so glad this chapter resonated with you. It’s amazing to me that, with all of communication resources we have, radio still looms large in the way it shapes our culture.
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Thanks again for being such a dedicated reader!
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Sure! Why not? Drain is based on someone I once knew who was actually a radio DJ. In some ways, I’ve modeled his character after Truman Capote.
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Harper wiped the sleep out of her eyes, groaning as she rolled out of bed. Reggie was already in the shower so she went to the closet to pick out her outfit for the day. This summer had been, she searched for an apt description, disappointing, fucked up, something like that. She shrugged, grabbed a black silk blouse and held it in her hand as she tried to decide. Ivory slacks or a black skirt? It had started out as hopeful. Tucker had gotten her a job interning at his firm’s New York h
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For those interested. My current profile is the image that most closely resembles Toby.
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There was every expectation that the Benjamin’s would try to “stock” their party with celebs. After all, they’re social climbers who are trying to establish themselves in New York society.
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It was fun doing the research on those various celebrities.
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White face powder. Bright red lipstick. Red eyeshadow. Toby had never seen a Geisha Girl up close and in person. There were three of them at this party. Wearing traditional kimonos, their hair done up and adorned in flowers, they floated through the party. Smiling and nodding, allowing their pictures to be taken with the guests, quietly making small talk. Stunningly beautiful. Toby was in awe. With the exception of the piano music which was all jazz, the entire party had a kind of Japa
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Saturday. Party day. Another beautiful day in paradise, following another blissful night of sleep and a morning blow job. This time, he hadn’t even had a chance to get out of bed. He’d just given himself a big yawn and stretched his arms high overhead when CeeCee magically appeared and crawled into bed with him. She got on top, grinding her hips and her pussy into him. Kissing him hard, forcing his mouth open. Throwing the covers back, she first licked and bit his nipples, which drove
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A bed made of kittens. Well, not actual kittens. But, so soft, so luxurious, so sleep inducing, it was almost the same. His second night in this amazing king sized bed. Lights out, black-out shades closed. Toby felt enveloped in it. He let out a long sigh accompanied by a satisfied groan. What a day! What a day! What a day! What was the best part? The sex had to go to the top, of course. Which sex? He chuckled to himself. Let me see…was it getting blown in the shower? Sucking
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The current image depicted is the image that inspired the Bell character.
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Yes…quite a woman! I’ve purposely left locale and the time period vague. Somewhere on the Eastern seaboard, sometime in the late 20th to early 21st Century. I did research that item…it is indeed sold at Target. Charges via USB.
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You know, there’s always been some version of these characters swimming in and out of our lives. Of course, I’ve romanticized them, but most of the players are based on people who touched my life at one time or another. Just so you know, this is NOT an autobiography.
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July. Karla banged the phone down. “Christ almighty!” Toby simply looked at her, a blank expression on his face. Typical for Karla, everything was a pain in the ass. “Go over to Horsepen. A kid left a stuffed animal or something.” “Aren’t I supposed to pick up those new mops at Islands Ace?” “Bring the damn thing back here first. I want it picked up before housekeeping throws it out.” Mid-summer. High season on Tybee Island. Now that he’d worked at Sav-Hil Vaca
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Love your comments, Dr. S. The lighthouse job was certainly a dead end. This one isn’t much better. Those are reasonable and relevant questions to ask. Carey may come and go in the narrative but the whole story swings on what happens to him. BTW…for those interested, my current profile photo was the inspiration for the Bell character.
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Of course, there is no actual 112 Inlet Avenue. There is an Inlet Avenue but I was careful in my research to avoid referencing someone’s actual house.
