January 18, 1801
Hermann Castle
Narva, Governate of Estonia
“This journey has been much easier than I thought it would be, my lord,” Winkler said as he trimmed Granger’s hair.
“Indeed,” Granger agreed. With the vozok, it had been almost pleasant. They had traveled each day from dawn until they reached their next stopping point, which was usually a nice manor house, a castle, or a palace. It was obvious that von Beckendorf and his relatives had traveled this roa
I try to target every two weeks, but I don't always meet that deadline. That's especially true when I'm in a part of the story that requires a lot of research. The next chapter is in editing now, though, so it shouldn't be too long.
October 12, 2003
Bristol, CT
JJ
I almost chuckled to myself since it was close to midnight and here we were, lying in bed after yet another awesome fuck, just like we’d been this morning. Just like then, I was on a high, but tonight Carullo seemed even more uptight. And people thought I was moody. “What’s bothering you?” I asked. He gave me an odd look, as if to question whether I actually wanted to hear him tell me, but I glared at him and he relented. I mean, I didn’t rea
Thank you so much! I did more research on this story than any other CAP book, primarily because I knew that this was such a pivotal event in many people's lives and I didn't want to get it wrong.
Some of you may have noticed a lot of editing activity in "Paternity," and that must seem odd to you since the story posted in 2012-13. I went back and made some minor edits and also put in the standard leader lines for each segment, noting who was narrating, the date, and the place where the action begins. With those in place, I made the font and color uniform.
If you are reading this story and find any errors, be sure to let me know with a comment.
January 6, 1801
Mitau Palace
Mitau, Courland
Granger was having a very interesting conversation with the Comte d’Avaray about how he helped spirit Louis XVIII out of France during the tumultuous first years of the revolution. The man had already given Granger a complete description of the backward and barbaric Russian court, using words that would only further inflame the Tsar if he heard them. “I daresay, my escape from France was a bit less dramatic,” Granger joked.
October 12, 2003
Bristol, CT
JJ
We were lying in bed after yet another amazing round of sex, with me feeling almost euphoric, and with Carullo seeming upset. I almost rolled my eyes at his moodiness. “Thank you so much for sticking up for me tonight,” I said sincerely, wondering if that was what was bothering him.
“Pisses me off when those guys think they’re the shit, when they haven’t done anything,” he said, shaking his head in annoyance.
“Aren’t you friends w
You ask a good question: how to keep the characters separate? Actually, what I end up doing is writing one story for a while, then switching to the other, and so forth. Trying to bounce back and forth too much can confuse me.
January 2, 1801
Riga, Livonia
“I think that gets better every time we do it,” von Beckendorf said, as he leaned in to kiss Granger.
“I think you are correct,” Granger said, smiling at this randy young Teuton who was proving to be a very fun lover.
“I will go down and see to our breakfast,” he said, which was his subtle hint to Granger to return to his own room and get ready for the day. It was convenient that there was a door connecting the two bedrooms, in addition