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September, 1793 One of the advantages of being back aboard the Victory was that Granger caught up with his mail. There were several letters from Caroline, but it was the last one that really got his attention. Dearest George, I could say how much I miss you, repeating myself over and over again, but it still would not reflect the depth of my feelings. All the news here at home, though, has to do with our passionate parting. I am with child. I know how happy
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September 18, 1793 Captain Curtis, being the good manager that he was, was determined to re-orient the staff to handle the new challenge of occupying Toulon in addition to managing the fleet. The purpose of this meeting, with Granger, Shafte, Curtis, Knight, and Hood, was to implement Curtis' recommendations. “I have appointed Lieutenant Devlin to be my liaison with the various foreign contingents ashore,” Lord Hood said. Granger kept his face impassive, knowing that Hoo
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September, 1793 Granger headed to his cabin, weary after a very stressful day. After the assembly that morning, they'd been inundated with work trying to organize and maintain the defenses of Toulon in the face of an advancing French army. It seemed surreal to Granger that just a few miles away soldiers from five different countries were diligently working to prepare for the assault that must come, and the siege that would occur when that failed. He'd gone up on the quar
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September 21, 1793 “We're ready to sail my lord,” Carmody said to Hood formally as he stood at attention in the Admiral's cabin. Granger stood next to him, proud of Carmody's achievement, proud of their achievement in general. It had been a Herculean task, but they'd offloaded the guns and loaded up stores and victuals, not to mention the rebel sailors. “Well done, gentlemen. Good luck Carmody. You have your papers?” “Yes my lord. The letter from you givin
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August 23, 1793 “My lord, this is a note from Captain Frederick of the Illustrious. He is claiming to be short of water and supplies, and begs your lordship's leave to return to Port Mahon,” Granger said, placing the note in front of the Admiral. Hood sighed, and Granger felt sorry for him. All of the nitpicky details that came from running an entire fleet were draining. “The French show no sign of stirring so I suppose it is alright. Signal Frederick that his request
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“That was a really nice dinner,” Granger said as he wiped his mouth with his napkin. Travers' servant cleared the table then, leaving them with a bottle of wine. “That will be all,” Travers said, dismissing him. “I'll call you if I need you.” “Aye aye sir,” his servant said. He left, pulling the door closed behind him. And then they were alone. They stood up grinning like co-conspirators, moving Granger's cot in front of the door and slowly stripping off their clothe
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May, 1793 “How are you feeling today?” the Countess of Bridgemont asked her youngest son. “I'm feeling much better Mother,” he replied. “My head only hurts a little bit, and I'm not taking laudanum any more. I need to report in at the Admiralty.” His mother frowned. “George, you need to wait a little longer, until you are fully healed.” “I am fully healed,” Granger whined. “Well, pretty much, anyway.” He smiled at his mother. They'd become much
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August 29 1793 Granger woke up at dawn but not to Winkler's urgent shaking. He woke up to a feeling of, well, ecstasy. He opened his eyes to find Robey straddling him, his cock already deep in Robey's ass. “Good morning,” Robey said playfully. Granger smiled at him and pulled his face to his and their lips met, fueling the lust that was theirs. Robey began moving slowly up and down on Granger's dick all the while kissing him, or sinking his head lower to nuzzle Granger
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The Agamemnon glided into Naples harbor, fresh from her successful mission to Sardinia where they'd received a commitment of at least 1000 troops. Granger stood on deck with Nelson, taking in the expansive city that spread out in front of them. “Well Granger, we got the Sardinians to cut loose some men. Although I daresay I'm not sure they'll get there anytime soon. They all seem a bit unhurried. Let's hope Naples will commit even more,” Nelson observed as he looked through his sco
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Johnstone had planned this perfectly. The Romulus was approaching the Corsican coast just as dawn rose. Plenty of time to re-take control of the ship, Granger thought, or hoped. “Sail ho! Sail off the larboard bow!” The lookout cried. Every glass on the quarterdeck trained in her direction. “It's her alright,” Johnstone said. “Run up the colors.” They were within range of the Sloop already, but she was turning away from them. Johnstone looked at him. G
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Date: Unknown Light and pain. Those were the first sensations I remembered. Then I heard beeping. So tired. Darkness. Light and no pain. Much better. I heard voices, but I couldn't identify them. I couldn't even tell if they were sad, worried, or even happy. I strained to listen, trying to work my brain through the fog, trying to reach through to the real world. But I was so tired. Darkness again. Light and awareness. I felt nothing, my bo
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November 21, 1973 Scott stayed over the past few nights, and it had done Armand a world of good. It's not that they were involved romantically; at least if they were I didn't know it. Besides, Armand was as dry as we were for the next few days. In this case, I think it was because Armand actually had a friend his own age. It had been a while for him, and it was so pleasant to see him bond with someone like he had with Scott, and to see how it made him act like a young guy
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November 17, 1973 There were a lot of things in the news and a lot of things happening in the world. The Watergate brouhaha, which had developed a life of its own, was disturbing and entertaining. The Yom Kippur War had been terribly sad. But nothing had impacted my life like this stupid ass energy crisis. It wasn't the cost of fuel, although having costs soar was certainly hurting many. It was getting the fuel. Filling up my car had become a major
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October 15, 1973 I drove Greg down to Almaden and showed him the original development, and the land that I owned adjacent to it. He wasn't as into real estate as I was, but he humored me and pretended to be impressed. That wasn't the main purpose of this trip anyway. Then we wandered through the winery where we found Roger working in the storage area. “Hey Stef,” he said enthusiastically. “Hey Greg,” he said, but this enthusiasm was faked. Still, Greg probably wou
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October 6, 1973 Israel was entirely different from what I had expected. We'd moved almost immediately from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem, which was steeped in history and religious fanaticism. I thought there would be a bunch of Jewish people there, which there were, but I had envisioned Jews like the people I'd befriended in Los Angeles. Instead, I found a society that was thriving despite the fact that it was under siege. Disparate groups, as diverse as any in America or France, perha
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July 4, 1973 This had been a miserable trip. I did not want to be at Tonto's house, but I felt that if I weren’t she'd be subjected to the diatribes from her two other grandchildren. I was growing to dislike them more and more every day. I had tried to put myself in their shoes to understand where they were coming from, and I think I'd achieved that. The problem was what I'd found: they were completely and totally selfish. I guess they were still young, very young, and there
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July 10, 1973 Brad had been driving me nuts to go see Avery and hang out with him, so I dutifully got on the phone yesterday and talked to Jackie. She was less than thrilled with the idea, basically telling me that studio employees weren't going to babysit for me. Then about half an hour later she called back to say that it was OK for Brad to spend the mornings at the studio. That afternoon Roger had gotten two surfboards and taken Brad out in the waves. Brad had ne
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April 5, 1974 I boarded the small jet spryly, trying to act like I was as good as new. It was partially a lie. I was actually doing pretty well, but my back still hurt when I sat for a long time, or sometimes for no apparent reason. Months of grueling therapy and hard work had reforged my body into the love machine it had been, I thought to myself with a giggle. It had been a busy four months. In the world, Watergate continued to worsen. I didn't see how Ric
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September 12, 1973 I sat in JP's study at Escorial, reading the paper in a vain effort to distract myself. There had been a revolution in Chile yesterday. Seems the US Government had helped to oust Salvador Allende, who conveniently killed himself during the coup, and Augusto Pinochet seized power. Democracy takes another hit, I thought ruefully. The markets continued to suck, but news was still great for me financially. We were making money hand over fist. I should be thrille
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October 13, 1973 I could barely walk. Roger had fucked me and fucked me and fucked me. It had been fun, a blast. He was a good lover, a fun lover, but my feelings for him didn't return. I liked him. I wanted to be his friend. I was more than willing to back up his plan to expand the winery. And if things didn't work out with Greg, he was a great piece of ass. But I didn't want to be his soul mate. I didn't want to be his boyfriend again. He seemed to understand that and wh
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June 16, 1973 We breezed through customs and immigration and found Rafael waiting for us with the limo. I was so happy to see him I hugged him, which made him very uncomfortable, but also made him smile. It seemed like we were back in Escorial in no time, and it felt good to be home. After the hubbub of our greeting the family, JP, Sam, Roger, and I went out to the deck to smoke a joint and find out what had been happening. “No bodies,” JP joked right a
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June 2, 1973 I sat in the first class seat with JP next to me and Brad and Ace behind us. I was relaxed and happy. I'd had a great visit to LA, I'd come back de-stressed, and managed to conveniently dodge seeing Roger. I was having mixed feelings about him. I felt betrayed, hurt, and used, but at the same time I missed our closeness, his inner strength, his masculinity, his body. I sighed and contemplated a week in Paris. JP reached over and grabbed my hand in a friendly gestu
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May 18, 1973 We reconvened in the boardroom at 2PM. Jim came in without his managers, and his father had neglected to attend this meeting as well. “What you said about the senior managers has some truth to it, but rather than create any additional rancor, I left them out of this meeting,” Jim said. “Thanks Jim. I'm sorry if I was hard on that guy, but sometimes people spend so much time trying to divide the pie up they stop baking new ones.” JP's cute
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May 14, 1973 We ordered room service for dinner and had the same waiter that had met Julien. He gave me a knowing sneer and I felt like a total pervert. We ate dinner and watched French television, which sucked. I also called the airport and booked a ticket for Armand. It was 8pm, really really early, so we decided to go out and take a bateau ride on the Seine to see the sights of Paris at night. I fell in love with my home all over again. It was a very exhausted d
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May 11, 1973 I boarded the big 747 in San Francisco. They didn't fly planes that big out of San Jose, nor did they have a direct flight to Paris, but San Francisco did, and that's how I found myself here, this morning, going back to France for the first time in 11 years. Things at home had gotten weird and tense on all fronts. Roger was totally unwilling to discuss his mother or his jailed father, which I found intensely irritating and I made sure he k
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