#anyway. too busy playing this game to live my wife has dragged my ass to bed every night at like 3am since it came out

[nexttothelamp]

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[you-dont-need-me-anymore]

And just like that folks I’m done.. I cannot allow myself to love like that again. I cannot let another man come into my life or my little girls life. They do not mean well ever. They are not out there… my heart will never EVER recover from this. I can physically feel it has aged, and constantly aches like a pulled muscle. There were times where I thought I was going to have a cardiac episode from the pain. The palpations are sickening. It’d be easier if it just stopped beating. It wouldn’t matter I’m an empty shell anyways.

He broke what was left of me, he built me up just to tear me down. He talked shit about everyone…I went along with it.

I let secrets slip out, he knows a lot. I had to I trusted him. Turns out narcissists love that shit. They thrive off that. He would have a new supply already … well he probably already had it. I know from his good landscaper mate that he was talking to others, along with telling people I was just a swing with him and his wife…. Well if I was why the fuck did she rock up at my door 😞 if I knew I would have never have gone there not again, not ever.. 7 months he lived a double, maybe even a triple life. And I was there just being played.

3-4 days a week of working with him and not once did she come to the work sites. At least I know I can do retic, wire up valves and the control box. Didn’t pay me for my last week of work… it’s ok though the $1000s of dollars of retic in my garage that I’m going to sell will suffice.

Wait until his mum finds out… it’s not long now. Our good family friends bestfriend is his godmother, he knew that. How fucking dumb. It’s game over for your ego, your business, your standing in the community, the shire will be contacted about your illegal set up of cameras in the park and about stealing council water..

Or maybe it was paying me from an account she didn’t know about when I thought you were paying me from the business, it’s ok though ato will be flagging you due to your ABN being on my Centrelink’s and shit not adding up, you fucked your wife book keeping license too. You didn’t just destroy me. You destroyed her and the kids lives. What gets me is the invoicing email you made me send invoices too, the fake one, just so she couldn’t see them.. since I’ve now learnt she does the book keeping.

I don’t know what the point of this is … to get shit off my chest..

The people you talked shit about will be advised and you will have more battles to fight.

Maybe your ‘wife’ was right maybe you are a narc, maybe you did rape her with other men, maybe you are a terrible dad, maybe you do call her fat, lazy, bad communicator, maybe you do throw her up against walls… maybe she was right when she said he doesn’t love you. Because it’s come out of her mouth I’m left to believe it’s true

You’re lucky she’s sticking around and that she hasn’t fucked you off. Lucky she’s now blaming me since you have fucked with her head saying I was black mailing you… with what bro? I worked my ass off for your business.

I don’t care if you and her drag my name through the mud now… yes I’ve been a mistress before but I know damn fucking well that I am not this time around. Luckily having the messages to prove you lied for 7 whole months. Even after showing her the proof it’s still my fault. She’s delusional and I guess you’re lucky she is because mate there will come a day that she’ll realise and you’ll be fucked. You’ll do it again, and she will find out!

Also if you speak my name in a place I was born and raised you will have fucked up.

Your kids entire school knows, your ‘wife’ knows, your god mother is about to know, the whole rec centre knows, your daughters gymnastics coach (my coach) knows, our coffee guy… he knows too, even people at your wife’s workplace knows… silly BOY you played the wrong person.

And boy have you got a lot of people to answer too now

I know for a fact it’s not defamation because why shouldn’t I be able to tell my truth. If you just came to me and said “look K, I lied, I’m sorry… this has to end” sure I would’ve been hurt but you’ve pissed me off AND hurt me. I asked from the fucking beginning, I guess you knew I wouldn’t have crossed that line if I knew the truth.

I hope we bump into you at the country club sooner rather than later.

The fact I screamed and cried over you like this is embarrassing, but you destroyed me in ways I didn’t think were possible.

[calypsoff]

Fifty Seven. Part 2

Looking over at Chris, he keeps falling asleep in the SUV. Meanwhile I slept and he didn’t, I wonder if he got any type of sleep actually come to think of it but him sleeping in the SUV he must be exhausted. Opening my bag and grabbing my phone, I’m sorry but he looks too cute asleep with his phone in hand, he is hanging bad. Aiming my phone camera and taking a picture, he is going to have one nasty neck pain when he wakes up. Tapping on IG and tapping on IG story, adding the picture and captioning ‘He still makes every appointment for me and FYI! He calls me a mouth breather lol. Love you @fuckyopictures’ pressing send on the post, I want to wake him and tell him about his neck, but I will leave it, let me call Jay Brown while I’m here and tell him I will do the Grammys, I don’t feel like shit anymore and I am ready to do that. I am ready to perform before I give birth, placing my phone against my ear as it rang out. Watch his ass not pick up, he always busy doing something “Rihanna” he answered “oh, very formal. In a meeting I am guessing?” He must be, I know that voice “you know me, but I had to answer. Everything ok? You’re important to me” he is so caring “I accept, me and Chris discussed, and he says make the Grammys about you, keep this a secret and then walk the carpet” I want him to know that Chris was involved “I like your husband, he is a clever man. I will tell them; this is going to be great. I will contact you soon I have to go. Bye” he disconnected the call, well he’s happy anyways. But I am excited about this, I think Chris is right. But I hope my face doesn’t look fat, oh my god I hope my face doesn’t come out because I will cancel that shit with quickness. I need to tell Tina actually, get the team together for the performance.

My driver opened my car door for me “thank you, I am going around to wake him” I added before he rushes over and opens the door for Chris, he is still asleep and I had to sit in silence because of him. Dragging open the car door “Chris, hey” tilting my head to see his face, god he is knocked out asleep “Christopher” patting his thigh, his head shot up and eyes wide open “hey” I laughed “we’re home, come out” walking off, he will eventually come out of the car. Making my way to the house, I am generally getting used to living here. At first I was a little not really liking it but I am getting there, it’s nice and smaller then what I would have gotten but I do like the stairs going up. I will need to childproof the whole house soon though, unlocking the door and pushing it open. Looking behind me and Chris hasn’t made his way out so I will leave it open for him, looking behind me once again “is he coming?” It’s making me doubt myself, the driver was going to go back around but I heard the door shut. Let me wait for my sleepy head to come, my smile grew seeing him dragging his feet. I am very much in love with him, the same way I saw him the first time, I do think to myself did I like him first day and if I am being honest with myself I was more scared he would be mean to me but I did fall for him “I love you Chris, I really do” Chris lazily put his arm around me “I know you do” he said huskily “you have really opened my heart in ways that I didn’t think could happen, I just want to thank you for loving me in every way” Chris chuckled “you’re being very loving now huh, what you want?” He questioned “dick” and I’m being deadass “that can be arranged, what you doing now” I’m sure Barry is here somewhere “office” nodding my head “can I come? I just want to be there for you, I want to know your business, if you don’t mind?” I want to be involved “but what if I’m not doing it right, you’re going to judge me” he is right “but then you learn, it’s ok” he needs to learn.

Chris keeps on looking over at me and then laughing, not sure why but he’s feeling like I am judging him but I’m not at all “how do you like, let me ask this. How do you take care of your family without giving them a job to help you? Like you and your family are good, no jealousy or upset but they live good, if you understand what I mean” why is Chris looking at me like he shy “what is it?” He’s stupid “no just looking but tell me” I chuckled “I don’t hire family, I treat them. When I go to Barbados I buy them gifts, I never have my family struggle at all. If they were I would want to know how to help, I learned giving money is a no. It doesn’t help, they do live good, and I do bring them on holiday and things but hiring family gets messy, even friends. I rather hire a person I don’t know then family. Worst mistake same goes for friends. I do spoil them, if they have a venture then I will help them with it and they know it. This is why I asked and said if they have a venture help them but hand on heart, after I heard they fucked your supplier up I wouldn’t give them shit, so why did you leave them in Vegas? For what? To have fun” Chris’ eyes widened “erm no” the erm speaks volumes “erm yes, don’t stick up for people like that Chris; they are playing with your money, so when something fucked up happens it will be Chris Brown’ friends messed up, never them. Your name and then mine, you need to be lethal, they will learn. The hardest part for you is maybe letting go and it is for me with my dad so I understand but now I am a wife and mother to be, I know where my loyalty lies and if my child or husband comes in harm’s way by my dad then I will cut him off, he can hurt me but not my family and trust me Chris I am waiting for that moment, I had to become this way or I would be taken advantage of and broke I guess” I didn’t want Chris to think I’m a hypocrite by saying that “I understand, so how would I do it. Telling them?” Good question “take them out for a meal, but Chris I have a feeling in my heart you’re covering up for them. They were in Vegas for nothing, and you left them there. I saw their posts, if I know they are using us as a pass into things, I won’t be happy. Nobody does that” Chris’ face went so small like I struck a nerve and I just know this game; I have lived through it and I don’t play at all.

Chris has been quiet ever since “so who is Deja?” I asked, he is answering her emails “she is working with my social media, since she started the page it has been super lit, there is three of them and they are answering service stuff, Neima and Cena are making a website which will be live soon” nodding my head “ok, that is fine. What to do with that, do a good launch. Freebies and stuff, entice people. I will promote it too; it’s your big day Chris so tell me when. I can you know be at your event, I mean not really but if you do a little IG live I can be on it, Chris it’s a big step. Be excited for it, so erm” I paused thinking “have you announced that website coming soon?” He nodded his head “ok, now post it on your personal page how excited you are. Just announce there is a surprise to come, I will figure something out for you. Let me just help you ok?” He was about to speak “but I am not with you to use your name” putting my hand up “stop, just let me help you and say there is a surprise, but I will think about what to do ok? Now discuss this with your team, your new team. I am going to find Mel, show her our baby, show her how active it is” getting up from the chair “you’re going to do good Chris; I just know it. I will help you” touching the top of his head before I walked off, he worries too much what people will thing when he shouldn’t “actually Chris, I have one. I will design a piece of clothing, limited edition” I winked at him, that just came to mind so quick there. That will help him a lot, they will eat that up, well my fans will anyways but then people will start buying and like his stuff because I do, he makes good stuff.

In no way shape or form am I being selfish with Robyn or declining what she wants to do for me but I wanted to kind of do it in my own but the more I realise, the more things are explained to me, the more hard this is to do on your own without the right backing which I have, with Robyn. I have Drake to fall on too also, I will contact him actually to help but I just need to get over this Barry and TJ shit “you’re here” Barry made his way into my office, looking up from my lap “you seem really down for a nigga that just saw his baby throwing up gang signs” I snorted laughing “gang signs, nigga” dapping him “I just saw the scan photos, cute bro. Baby is really claiming westside already” watching him sit down “thank you, I am excited for when the baby is here, just tired. If I am a little quiet” Barry looked around the office “you spending time with Mel then?” I mean what else if he here for “yeah, lay the pipe and leave” he laughed “that was your saying, don’t give me that look. She likes a chunky nigga with a big dick, what can I say” shaking my head “if you’re speaking like that then close the office door, what did you do in Vegas when I went?” I asked but I know what happened of course, I am not stupid “we were at your plot and we just were vibing, girls were just passing their numbers. We just living, you know what happened” Barry pointed at me “how many?” Barry cackled “yo, the girls were good” I sighed out “bro, leave Mel alone please. Just leave her, I don’t think you should be doing this to her. She is a good woman” Barry pulled a face at me “right I see you have your life in order, you’re married and everything. Just stay out of single folk business bro, come on” kissing my teeth “it is my business Barry, Mel is practically a sister to Robyn and if she finds out Robyn will know that I know! She fucking will, I am asking you as my friend to leave her alone” Barry knows I mean it now “just like that huh? We had sex and she’s a bad bitch you know these caribbean women love sex, you don’t know her sexually Chris, she sucked me off on the first time you know chicks like that stick, she is ok with it” he is a liar “bro I am telling you now, it ends here. You nicely say to her that I am not ready to settle, that is Robyn’ sister and I know this will upset her, and I thought you wouldn’t just be a dickhead about it, you got to stop and stop talking like that you dickhead! You know my wife’ background so shut the fuck up” Barry looks annoyed with me.

I need to speak up about it, I won’t say it to them, but he needs to stop this thing “right, so you’re upset about something that has nothing to do with you, why can’t you just keep your nose out of it right. I am having fun, she is too” he is funny “so she knows you’re having sex with other women? So I can just go up to her and tell and she will know?” he knows damn well that Mel doesn’t know shit “Chris, look. You are my brother, just let me have fun” punching the desk “Barry! You fucking listen to me, you drop it. She is a decent girl and doesn’t deserve this ego you have got right now; in her delusional mind she thinks you’re a good man! Not knowing you’re telling me she is a easy fuck! Fucking leave her or we going to have problems!” I shouted at him because I lost my temper, is he being fucking real right now with everything he is saying, playing girls like that “is everything ok here?” Mel and Robyn walked in “yeah, just having boys talk, right Barry?” he is angry, I know my friend “yes” sitting back in my seat “what are you both doing here?” I questioned “just Mel is going out with Barry now and I just come here to see your face” rolling my eyes playfully “miss me that much, my mom loved the photos. She is emotional about it, good looking out telling me to send them” my mother is so overjoyed, thanks to Robyn telling me to send them to her.

I was going to go for a nap, but Robyn sent me a text message saying come upstairs, that her back hurting so I guess I better make my way upstairs and help my baby to sleep. Walking up the steps while looking out of the window, my back yard is so damn beautiful. I really love it here, it’s so peaceful. Clearing my throat as I made my way to the bedroom, I think we need to start fixing the bedroom next door to ours for our baby. A smile grew on my face, just pure excitement hit me because I am about to be a whole daddy, I already love the baby “I am here” opening the bedroom door “you good?” closing the door behind me “oh you stood up now? You just text me that your back hurt and here I am, we can nap together” squinting my eyes “wait, you didn’t have makeup on before?” I pointed “I like how you notice poppa, I got dressed up for you. But” she dragged out undoing her robe, raising an eyebrow as Robyn took off her robe exposing her naked bottom, my breathing hitched “damn” I breathed out, she looks so beautiful naked “you look so good Robyn” it went straight to my dick, I felt it flinch already. Walking over to Robyn “your body is amazing Robyn, every part of it. You are really carrying our child, which makes you amazing” rubbing her bump with the back of my hand staring into her eyes, leaning down to Robyn and pressing a kiss to her lips and then moved away from her lips to cheek and down to her neck.

Our eyes met and held when I stepped forward and grabbed Robyn, pulling her body back to the edge of the bed. Licking my lips, I can’t help but touch her bump “you good with me touching your bump?” lightly touching “yes” Robyn placed her hand over mine “just makes me so happy to know how much you care” biting my bottom lip, moving my hand back and leaning down. The head of my erection pressed against the entrance of her sex and I am ready to be buried deep inside of her, it has been so long. I plan on slowly pushing myself all the way to the hilt and fill her completely. Spreading her legs wide and pushing them back into the air “you good?” I asked, I have too “yes, it’s ok Chris” I held on to her ankles and slid inside of her “damn!” Robyn spat, my groan was deep and long when she gripped my member and tighten around me. My hips barely moved forward; my rhythm is so slow. My eyes are locked on my dick sliding in and out of her. I enjoy watching myself disappear deep inside of her, it amazes me how stimulating such a thing as watching yourself stroke in and out of my wife could be. My eyes gazed up when I heard Robyn moan, her voice was caught in her throat, and all she could do was look up at me with begging eyes “faster” she wants me to go faster, to stroke a little deeper, to push a little harder. This agonizingly slow speed I was serving her was beginning to drive her mad clearly “I have to be nice” is Robyn crazy, we have to be good and not crazy about this.

I stared down at her face, loving each priceless expression she made. The ruffle between her eyebrows, the wrinkle of her nose, how tight her eyes were clenched shut, and what really turned me on, the way her tongue brushed across her bottom lip before pulling it back inside her mouth and biting down. It drove me wild, awaking the beast inside of me, but I had to contain myself. I fought the urge to flip her over and drive into her, something I really wanted to do, but I couldn't. I have my baby to think of now, I have to be good. Pulling out of her and thrust back inside of her and picked up my speed. Finding a natural rhythm, each stroke was filled with passion. Letting go of her ankles, I gripped her hips and piston into her. The bed rocked back and forth as Robyn gripped me and released, gripped me and release. My speed picked up more and my head fell back in ecstasy. It has been so long since sex “oh fuck!” I shouted; I know I will come early because it’s been too damn long since.

She came, I came. We both came hard. With a raspy grunt, we remained connected, our climax still slowly riding through us. I fell forward and placed my hands on either side of her, sucking down on her neck. My open mouth kisses moved across her ear "I love you" I started moving my hips again “my man always hard huh” I grinned “for you” nuzzling her nose, I am hard as hell for Robyn and always will, look how beautiful she looks under me “if I wasn’t already pregnant I would be” I didn’t even leave Robyn, I just can’t believe how hard I am still “you feel weird?” Robyn asked, placing her hand on my chest “a little, I would have flipped you over and fucked you so bad” kissing Robyn’ lips as I thrusted into her.

[honestsycrets]

Afara || [Assassin!Hvitserk x Saxon Peasant!Reader]

❛ pairing | Assassin!Hvitserk x Saxon Peasant!Reader

❛ type | (?) I think I can leave it at that?

❛ summary | An assassin is killing Bjorn’s loved ones. You don’t think much of it-- because it’s royal business. Until a certain someone makes it your business.

❛  warnings | verbal arguments, assault, mention of sexual assault, sassy hvitserk, assassin!au, alternative English setting, foster son Hvitserk-foster father Harald, no actual sexual assault, kidnapping

❛ sy’s notes | listen, I don’t have an excuse for making this an Anglo Saxon family, it just is for some reason. The setting isn’t strictly Viking-- I feel like its medieval Englishy... or something. I made this for @gearhead66​ but like with all my shit made for some reason it went off in its own direction and she never asked for any of this okay??

The chinking of metal called your attention that day when soldiers soared through your slim alleyway. Their spears jabbed at the slim blue sky between the buildings, each one barking orders. Move, they kick children out of their way.  But not just children, they kicked up mud as they passed.

“What is with them?” you asked your grandmother. She wrung out wet towels into a pale, grunting.

“Up with you, woman! To the square!”

Before she could answer, a guard shoved you forward by your back. You’re suddenly thankful to be a peasant-- otherwise, this mossy coloured dress that was pulled up at the waist, would drag over the ground. Ahead of them, in the largest road in and out of your hometown of Kattegat, stomped King Bjorn. He slapped his reins and made a great show of whatever the hell it was this time with the sound of piercing trumpets.

“--if you find him, bring him to me!” Bjorn boomed, running his horse there and back, from wooden wall to wooden wall. You leaned toward the middle-aged woman by your side, an old woman who had five children and five fewer reasons to give a shit about the king’s fit. Still, if you’ve learned anything from Miss Sigyn, it is that she was attentive to the lives of the royalty if only to know how they might impact her.

“What is going on?” you asked her.

“It seems someone killed his latest whore,” Sigyn said smoothly, the lines of her lips pulled up in small creases-- clearly amused. “The same one that killed his mother.”

“And Queen Gunnhild? Gods, has she...” you gasped. Everyone knew of her latest loss-- her first child, dead, set to the cold rock.

“No,” Sigyn folded her arms over her well-endowed chest. “Queen Gunnhild is unharmed. Isn’t it magnificent?”

“Find me that dog!”

Bjorn set off again. You readjusted your hold on the basket, flexed your fingers around the rim. Sigyn leaned into you, her dirty hands at her mouth. You leaned into her ginger hair, “He’s not been caught?”

“Rumor has it he’s under Harald’s wing.”

“Harald? I thought he was gone.” Her eyebrows lifted up her forehead, wrinkling her dusty skin of that very fact. You held her look a moment before you rolled your lower lip into your mouth. She takes your other arm and turned back toward the long alleyway you came from. The others, who had been there longer, turned their sights toward home.

“No, he’s King Harald’s foster son, his afara. After what happened to Lagertha, well…” you motioned your hand down to motion silence. Guards passed by. Their metal heads might look unassuming, but you knew better than that. As did she. Though, as an older woman, perhaps she was less fearful of consequences than you were.

“Grandmother wanted to see you about some fish baked in clay.” You shrugged off talk of the man, the king, the trials of the rich. They had their own issues. Ones that didn’t include the public, and even if you rathered Bjorn’s rule over Ivar’s, Bjorn was never a man who you thought was worth your time.

“With sourdough?”

You nodded and that was enough to sell her. She stopped in front of your grandmother’s house. The old woman was gone from outside. Inside, you could hear her cooking away. “I’ll bring the boys over with griddle cakes just for you.”

You motioned to the throwaway scraps in your basket, next to the curd cheese and honey pastries-- the last inklings of a sweet harvest. Not for the pigs, but for you. “I’ll hurry to feed the animals and be back in time for dinner.”

After seeing her off, you made your way out of the alleyway. Not so far away was the small shed where your animals were kept and raised. Though your boots sunk in the grass, you were in a good mood. There was a feast to be had. The harvest had gone well. Queen Gunnhild lived while her rival-- that wretched Ingrid-- was dead.

The shed was particularly quiet. The only sounds were the occasional snort of the pigs, bunched up by the stick fence. “Come’n Fattie,” you padded around the side of the fence, calling out to the fattest of the bunch. Usually, he’d snort and rush you for your scraps. As you sat down the food in their vat, they did not rush to it.

They stood in the opposite corner like the bunch of frightened animals that they were. You stared a moment longer before inwardly losing an aggravated sigh. “You’ll make me get in there, will you?”

You plucked the bobbin to the gate and made your way into their pin. It was clean. Your brother made sure to clean it that morning before he made the trip with your father to Hedeby which would be long given the distance. In their absence, you would do what your grandmother couldn’t-- defend the house, take care of the animals, all those long and hard things. The fish was on your mind, roasted in clay, flesh plump and juicy, crispy and waiting. Your grandmother’s sourdough bread too! Along with ale to wash it all down. All those things were waiting, but here you were, fighting with some stupid pigs to eat and go inside their shed.

“If you aren’t going to eat,” you stomped back to the doors and opened them for the pigs to go in. If not pig food, you told yourself, you would sacrifice one of your beloved cheese and honey pastries for these stupid pigs. “Then go inside.”

But what were your pigs but stubborn assholes? They remained there, unmoving. You settled your hand over your hips, then flicked them up again, stomping inside. “There is nothing inside the damn shed!”

The next thing you remembered, your head connected with the dusty floor of the shed. A stabbing pain spiked through your skull, enveloped by that horrible feeling of your head bouncing over the ground. It was dark-- and not of your own actions. Something was dragging you by your ankle. But you weren’t sure what.

“Quiet,” the detached voice said. A man, it was a man that was dragging you off, and so you did the one thing that you could think of. You shrilled. Only a brief moment passed before you felt it. Cool metal against your neck snuffed out that short-lived cry, but not because he had slit the skin apart, only that your fear cemented you there. Your father, your brother, both had taught you how to fight-- and somehow you were cemented in place despite the fact that your knife was strapped to your thigh.

“I don’t like to kill pretty things. So shut up!” He warned, with the voice that said he would, if only he had to. His hand pressed on your throat alongside the knife, snuffing out the noise. The man between your legs was willowy. His shape, although you could not see him, reflected as much. Your hands connected with his back, skidding off of expensive armour. “Are you going to hush?”

You nodded. His knife fell away-- and instead, it ripped up your dress.

“Please don’t-- please don’t--”

“Shut up,” he hissed, throwing away your knife. It collides into a pile with a clink, indicating that perhaps, the man had more. “I’m not going to rape you. I’m not in the mood even if you were worth it. Sit up.”

He forced you onto your knees. You complied, allowing him to take your arms behind your back. The rope was scratchy against your wrists. “I don’t have money. And my father is off in Hedeby, so you won’t get anything from this.”

“Don’t need to,” he says, pacing away from you. With a scratch, he lights the candles that were left for ‘emergency’ purposes. Ones that were expensive, as candles were, and could not easily be replaced. As everything comes into focus, you can make out your attacker. And when he said he didn’t need to, he meant it.

“Prince Hvitserk?”

“Somethin’ I haven’t head in a while,” he stands away from you, kneeled before one of your slaughtered pigs, one that he somehow cooked. His eyes move over your body, knelt before him, like any thrall. The thought scratches across your mind, before you flush in embarrassment, and look down.  “What’s your name?”

Your head drops back because you can't believe it, because just moments before you spoke of Harald’s Dog. You pull at your hands behind your back. It’s tight. He kicks the carcass away, snapping back to you, then kneeling down, playfully pops your cheek. Maybe if you stayed quiet enough-- he would drop it in his boredom. He hasn’t proven especially patient, after all.

“No? Okay. I got it anyway. Your father’s a farmer. You got a grandmother and a brother.”

“How did you…” a long sigh slips out his mouth, following your name. He flicks his knife around. “We can play games, but I’ll have to kill one of the boys when he comes looking for you. It’s not personal, of course. Just… business.”

“Your father’s business?” He laughed, plopped back on his ass, and brought his hands around to grasp his leather boots, and leaned forward. There’s a long, open gash on his cheek. He looks like a man that has seen better days, as tired as he was. But he was right. In time, Sigyn would send someone to come gather you. Her mother--  “What do you need from me?”

“Need to fuck off outta town,” he jerked his thumb to the side. “You’re a good cover. A man and his wife going to Hedeby for the festivities. I’ll drop you off with your father, of course. I’m a stand-up man.”

“Stand up men don’t slit women’s throats in bed at night.”  You had no doubt the sort of awful man this one was. Who crawled into an innocent person’s barn only to slaughter their pigs and-- oooH! Now he was eating your dessert like he’d never had something so good, or at least in a long time. “That’s mine! “You could at least not eat my pastry.”

“You made it? It’s good. You’re a keeper.” He laughed and threw up a dirty hand, speaking between bites of your sweet honey and cream cheese pastry plainly. “But if you prefer murder… that can be arranged too.”

“No!” you hissed at him. “I’ll go with you!”

“That’s what I thought.”

He was a special kind of asshole. But then, what prince wasn’t? Certainly not Harald’s assassin, who climbed into your shed, and took your sweets.

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[raquel-and-sergio]

What wouldn’t I do for you - part 2

Hey there! So this part turned out a bit more graphic/violent than intended but I will calm down on the angst in the next parts ( or not idk depends on my mood) anyway here it comes enjoy!

Btw thank you so much for all the kind comments under the previous post, they literally fueled me to write 2k words for today’s chapter so thanks again!

Raquel could feel the drops of sweat trickling down her back. Alberto seems to reveal in her discomfort and kept moving closer and closer to her, and she was able to do nothing but watch him.

“Oh come on now don’t make a face, we used to get along so well when you listened to me” the sarcasm dripping from his voice made Raquel cringe. Fighting the flood of memories that was begging to invade her head, Raquel put on her best neutral faced mask and spit:

“Do you honestly fucking believe you just have to come down here and taunt me and suddenly I’m going to have plenty of things to say? As I’ve told your colleague, I don’t know anything about the Professors plan.” An all too familiar wolfish grin shaped her ex-husband’s mouth.

“I haven’t asked you anything about your boyfriend, don’t need to get all riled up. No, I just thought we should catch up and you should tell me where the fuck you’ve hidden my daughter” his voice growled. “Your idiotic ass has no right to drag her into this mess you’ve made of your life.”

“Yeah, as if I’m going to let any of you near her after that psychopathic inspector threatened to throw her in jail if I don’t rat myself out. Anyway, I don’t even know where is the safe house the Professor sent them to.”

“Now see, that’s when I don’t believe you. That you’d let anyone take Paula out of your care without knowing where she is. No, you’re too attached to my child to do anything like that. So that means you’re lying to me, aren’t you?”

Raquel shook her head, not at all reassured of where this might be going.

“You do remember what happens when you lie to me don’t you?”

Oh she remembered painfully well, but the days in which Alberto could control her every action were over. She wasn’t that person any more, she was stronger, she was independent.

“Paula is my daughter as well. I would never let anything bad happen to her even if that means not knowing exactly where she is and-“ Raquel heard the slap ricocheting on her skin before she could even start feeling the burning pain on her right cheek. Her eyes watered once again, and she shifted in her cold humid pants.

“Paula is not your daughter. She is mine. You...” he paused to grab her face where the pain of the slap was still hot “are an irresponsible stupid woman who deserves nothing. Do you hear me? Nothing. And in here, you’re gonna get just that”

Raquel tried to control the trembling of her lower lip and ended up biting it when she couldn’t get it to stop.

“I mean look at yourself. We left you no more than ten minutes in the dark and you’re already wetting yourself in fear. Even a child can behave longer than that.”

The words echoed in Raquel’s head. Ten minutes? They left her only for ten minutes? That’s impossible, she had a very good internal clock thanks to the hours of meditation she’d done beforehand. Alberto was just messing with her mind again. She shook her head.

“You can question me as long as you want, but it won’t change the fact that I don’t know anything about -“

“Shut the fuck up!” He yelled, drops of saliva landing on Raquel’s face. “Did I tell you to speak? Tell me did I allow you to open your fucking mouth? No, I don’t think so. If you don’t have anything useful to say, spare me your miserable breathe. Now...” he inhaled and took a step back, raising his hand slightly in a menacing manner.

“...let’s get back to business shall we?” It took Raquel all of what’s left of her willpower not to allow herself to crawl back into her unhealthy coping mechanisms. She knew that was exactly what Alberto was aiming for. He wanted to get her back to being afraid of his mere presence, to break her confidence, to make her believe she’s unlovable.

And to be honest with herself, Raquel would say that he is pretty much succeeding. It was funny how difficult it was to get over the torturous years she spent with him but also how easy it was to disregard all the kind words Sergio had told her.

A flaming pain interrupted her thoughts.

“Where. Is. My. Daughter?” Alberto punctuated each word with a slap on the same cheek. The entire right side of her face was burning up, and she winced in pain when she tried to talk.

“I don’t know you idiot I don’t know!” she cried. She wouldn’t let him win. She couldn’t. Not when she had worked so hard to heal.

“Not only talking back but also lying to me? No no no, that is not how this is going to go. Listen to me very carefully. You might have forgotten how things roll around here, but I have all the time in the world to remind you. You have no right to keep my child away from me.”

He paused, and looked her in the eye.

“You know what, these chains are a tad inconvenient aren’t they? Let me take them off for you. We’ll have much more fun that way.”

Raquel didn’t react as he took out a key from his pocket and unlocked her from the wall and from the floor. She simply let down her sore arms and stared at him, wondering what would come next.

“Tell me, what did the Professor do to make you so afraid of betraying him? You were never that loyal to me. Did he beat you into submission so badly? Should I go get advice from him?”

Anger rose in Raquel’s chest.

“You have no right to talk about him like that. He never raised a hand on me unlike you, you fucking piece of shit.”

Alberto chuckled.

“So aggressive!” He shook his head. “You definitely need to be put back into your place. Good thing I’m here for that. Now come on, get up.”

Raquel brought her feet closer and using the wall as support started pulling herself upwards.

“I said, get up!” He violently tugged on the chain that still tied her hands together. Taken by surprise, Raquel found herself falling face down on the floor. Alberto laughed again and placed his muddy boot on her head.

“You like it like that, don’t you? On the floor, with my filthy shoe in your hair, you want that. Because that’s what you are, that’s your place. You’re worthless and good for nothing. You don’t deserve to live. You don’t.”

Raquel struggled against the weight that was keeping her down. She tried to turn her head around to see what Alberto was doing but couldn’t. A knot was building up in her stomach, her hands were trembling, and she was breathing heavily.

“Let go of me you piece of...” Shock invaded her body as she felt a hard object against her butt cheek, and before she could react she heard a zap and electricity flew through her body. Pain like she had never felt before burned in her and Raquel held back a scream of anguish.

“Still playing though? That’s cute.” Alberto presses once again on the controller and Raquel bit her lip wincing in pain.

“You really wanna play that game uh? Alright then that’s fine with me.” Keeping her still under his foot Alberto pulled down her pants and underwear exposing her still wet behind to the air.

As soon as she had felt the contact of his frigid hands against her pants Raquel had started kicking and punching to get away from him, but he kept her tightly locked under him.

Once he had entirely stripped her, Alberto leaned down, locked her hands under her body then sat down on the back of her shoulders, her naked ass exposed in front of him.

Raquel struggled and kicked, tried to roll over but Alberto’s metal grip kept her in place. He watched her struggle a while longer. Then, when saw her muscles relaxing a bit, he poked her naked skin near her ass hole with the prod augmenting the voltage.

This time, Raquel yelled in pain. Alberto poked her again without letting her recover, and she cried again.

“Tell me, does that remind you anything? Do you remember where is my daughter? Do you have anything to tell me?”

“I swear- I swear I don’t know!” Raquel struggled to keep her voice steady, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“Wrong answer.”

“No- Honestly I don’t kno-“ she didn’t have time to finish her words before Alberto plunged the prod inside her ass and shocked her. The excruciating pain made her cry out louder than she knew she could.

Alberto watched her muscles clenching and unclenching, wondering what her face is looking like. Next time, he thought, he’d chose a position where he can see her better.

He let her writhe on the floor a bit more, then applied three consecutive shocks on the same spot as the previous one. His ex-wife screamed in agony, her entire body shaking and her toenails curling and scraping the floor.

“You do realize Marquina doesn’t actually love you right? He’s manipulating you, using you. Is a man like that really worth it?” He poked at Raquel again, enjoying her cries, then poked again some more without giving her time to rest.

“Shut up... shut-shut up... What would you know about love?” breathed Raquel, her voice raw from all the screaming.

“You’re cute, believing he ever cared about you... you know no one would blame you if you just told us what you knew, you can still redeem yourself...”

Raquel didn’t answer.

“Or well, we can keep playing this little game until you break, it’s not like I have anything better to do since you’ve kidnapped my daughter.”

Alberto placed the cattle prod deeper in her ass, augmented the voltage, then pressed the controller. Raquel resumed her screaming, but this time he didn’t stop immediately . Keeping his finger firmly on the “shock” button he began talking to her:

“You’re doing this for nothing, for no one. Marquina doesn’t know you’re alive, and if he did he wouldn’t care. We could keep you here forever no one would know. It would be so much easier if you talked. Just talk and it’s all over, you’ll never see me again. But you need to help me out here. Where’s Paula, Raquel?”

“Please... I don’t I’m begging you... I don’t know...” but the pain wasn’t stopping. Raquel howled in agony and felt bile rising up in her stomach. She twisted and kicked and cried but Alberto didn’t stop.

He was watching her attentively, wondering how much more she could take without getting seriously injured. Just as he was thinking that Raquel begin vomiting her bowels out. He turned off the prod and stood up, dragging her back in her initial sitting position.

“Anything you have to say?”

Raquel tried to speak, but only managed to vomit again. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, her throat was sore and the stabbing pain in her ass was a constant torture.

“Calm down, it’s over for today I guess. Come on stop whimpering . You wouldn’t to disappoint me even more would you? Cause then I might take my anger out on your sister when I go home” he said in a honeyed voice.

“I hate you.” She managed to spit.

“I’m sure you do love, I’m sure you do.”

Alberto leaned in and placed his lips her on her reddening cheek. He sucked slightly making her moan in pain, then bit her. Surprised, she tried to back away, but he simply laughed and pulled her shackled hands back upwards and tying her to her post once again.

Raquel was entirely immobilized, sitting against the wall and her legs tied to the floor.

Exhausted, she let herself fall back on the wall and watched him turn the lights of as he exited the room.

Part 3

[finderskeepersff]

52. Part 3

Cassius sat down, he sat down like an old man. With the way he dropped down and groaned out, he is aging “you think it bothers me that your wife is dead between us? It don’t, I’ve been seeing dead bodies and bitches being beat since I was fifteen so this is nothing to me, you should have known that since you tried to come at me. You know what I don’t get Samuel, your daughter really wanted a dad, she still does but you was going to use her wasn’t you? To get to me, you was going to get to me and my son, I think Samuel you played out your little game in a different way by trying to kill me, my family and my son you know why I say that, you wasn’t getting to Sofia was you? Leaving your daughter behind huh? I mean she’s not a killer but I know she would for me, I rate you for trying. You see when you have weak links, you kill them, I had one weak link and now every single link is dead, that’s it. So tell me I’m wrong Samuel, tell me what I’m saying is not true?” Cassius could be right, Samuel is just staring down at his wife. I wish he would speak, Cassius placed his foot on his wife’ dead body and that made Samuel look up “speak” Cassius said “what do you want me to say? Everyone wants you dead, Myles. He was so stupid, I told him to shoot you on sight but he couldn’t, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. You know what, you stole everyone drug business and have us selling? Like we are beaneth you? You’re right, why would I kill my daughter, my mini me, no I wouldn’t. Stupid fucking Myles, we could have had you” Samuel laughed “Kyle” Cassius said my name “shoot him, but don’t kill him” Cassius sat back in the chair, doesn’t bother me to shoot a traitor.

Aiming the gun at his shoulder and shot him there, Samuel cried out “so hear me out Samuel, I can be nice and leave the rest of your sons or I can kill them. You have two left? Or is blaze dead? Tell me the truth” that means Cassius knows “he’s dead” Samuel strained out “you liar, he’s not dead so tell me again Samuel” I know Myles never killed the guys I told him too “will you leave them alone?” He asked Cassius, I mean I don’t think he should trust “I keep to my word” Samuel is actually crying “he’s alive just leave them alone” Cassius laughed, like a deep down belly laugh “wow, ok” he said laughing “you think I will keep to my word? Just like you did? You poked the lion and now I’m ready to bite, Fabien. Can you get his sons here, both of them. I do my homework. I think what added to it was my son, you put a hit out on a baby. He’s what three months and you did that, even if I died he wouldn’t know what a bad guy I was, he will live a normal life” Cassius looked up at me “Samuel I don’t really need you, everyone is singing and snitching now, they scared out there. I don’t need you” stepping back as Cassius got up “when his sons come, kill them and make him watch” Cassius walked off, where is he walking off too.

Why the hell has Cassius left this to me, I thought I would be doing nothing “walk!” One of the guys shouted and seeing his two sons walking, I think it was more sad seeing his youngest son die but I guess it is what it is “please don’t do this, don’t listen to him. Kyle, son. Cassius is on a losing game, someone will get to him, yes people are scared now but I know people plotting on him, I can help you” Samuel talks too much “is that how you got to Myles?” I asked, clearly did “Myles knew what was right, Cassius has killed so many people. He needs to be stopped, he doesn’t deserve to live Kyle. He doesn’t, he killed everyone. What about when he kills you” seeing his two sons “kill them both” I ordered, he’s really trying to make me turn on Cassius, hearing the two gun shots go off “no!! If only Sofia didn’t listen to him!” Glaring over at Samuel “didn’t you want to kill your daughter when she was a baby? Don’t speak on her again, Samuel all I’m gonna say to you is that I’m on the winning team, we always on top” cocking the gun back “this is for Myles” aiming my gun at him, I know he manipulated him “there will always be a time where you will lose” I shot him in the head “clean this” I said as I walked off, it doesn’t bother me at all.

It just made me realise that he must have manipulated Myles, he was never the strong one mentally anyways “you stood out here for?” Cassius didn’t go anywhere “just wanted to make sure you did it” frowning at him “huh?” I don’t get it “wanted to make sure you killed him” I paused thinking, is he saying what I think he is trying to say “are you questioning my loyalty?” I said “Myles did it” my face dropped “Cassius, you’re wrong. This is wrong, you put me on trial to question my loyalty!? I am your best friend, this is not a game” is he being real “game you say? You know what, I didn’t think my friend would be conspiring with my enemies and keeping them alive, I have to do what I have to do Kyle. And this is it, yes we friends but you never know” Shaking my head in disbelief “never know? Fuck my feelings huh? Thanks brother” walking off “fuck you Cassius, stay with your new niggas” I am so offended he tested my loyalty when I do nothing but be loyal to him, he’s on the war path and on his own friend, I am fucking hurt by him.

My parents are going to think it’s late and why the hell is he here, I ain’t got the key on me either “it’s late” I knew my mom would say that “but I’m here?” I laughed “woke me out of bed, get inside. It’s cold” walking into the home “pops asleep?” Stupid question it’s late “yes he is, I thought it was that girl of mine. But it’s you, come here my little monkey” my mom forever calls me that “mom” I said as I hugged her “oh no, don’t tell me you and Amira are over” I chuckled “no, I’m just here on business. Came to see you. I know it’s late” my mom felt my back up “you got my muscle? I hope you not straying away” Shaking my head laughing “seriously?” Moving back from the hug “Amira is the one, I just need to sleep some and stay over, can I?” My mom smiled at me “you can stay whenever, this is your home still. Was this business good?” My mom assumes I am in business with Cassius, finance business “could say, just Cassius is not playing ball” my mom cooed out “oh no, the two brothers arguing. Now I see why you came home, you go and rest. Myles will be here tomorrow to call for you” my mom thinks I’m ten still, it’s funny “sure” walking off, there is no Myles and probably no Cassius because I’m not speaking to him.

“You gone more fat?” my dad is just critical “am I? I mean mom said I have got muscle” walking into the kitchen, I just woke up and seen this nigga and this is what I get “fat, she lied to you” side eyeing him “I am joking, I missed you actually. Good to see you finally, are you a doctor yet?” sitting down on the chair “how did you know?” he know damn well I am not “I guess not” looking around the kitchen “where is mom?” I am hungry “there” looking behind me “thank you for helping me” my mom said as the door opened “it’s ok ma” I groaned out, why is Cassius here “now Cassius has lost weight” reaching over and taking the toast from my dad’ plate “you obsessed with weight old man” getting up from the chair “I guess you want to talk” I mumbled as I walked by him “didn’t come here to fix your mom’ washing line” he said behind me, I just want to be left alone. I can’t even wipe my ass without him knowing where I am, pushing open the living room door and my mom’ cat ran out “how you find me?” I asked “you always come crying home, where else” shaking my head, crying home he says.

Clearing my throat as I sat down in annoyance “so what do you want?” I asked him “my friend” I laughed at him calling me that “friend, Cassius I don’t know about that. I mean I could be plotting on you, you think I would do you like that. Nigga I could kill you when you fell asleep in that chair, you tested me and that hurt. Tested me!” I spat “I know, I did test you. I am just not trusting people right now, you don’t understand how I feels to be with people that may want to kill me. I just needed to be sure, I called Myles my friend” I am so angry with him “the same nigga facetiming your girl just so she can see a little bit of you, just to hear your voice in the background. Yes I am that nigga, you tested me. The same one that said we dying together. Are you thinking right huh? Are you even mentally here” Cassius looked over at me “no” he said with so much truth, like he meant that word “but I came here because I felt bad, I didn’t come here to drag you with me. I want to say I am sorry, you are the only friend I got. I made a mistake, that was it” Cassius got up from the couch, I want to be angry with him but I can’t. It’s my brother “where are you going?” I asked “you can go back Kyle, it’s cool. I am dealing with it” with him saying he is not feeling right mentally, I want to be with him “Cassius, I forgive you. Just not fair to do that, not cool at all but tell me where you are going” Cassius turned to me “to identify my brother, nobody else will. That is it” letting out an oh “I can come” I said in a whisper.

It’s awkward now, like I didn’t know he was doing that “how come, it took so long to see the body?” I asked breaking the silence in the back of the car “they was doing investigations, they just released the body. His funeral will be soon, my mom is leaving me to do it but like I don’t want to do it. I did it for Lamar, I just don’t know. She said that I am used to seeing dead bodies, pretty shit to say but yeah” that is wack of her to say that “we can do it together, you know I got you but don’t test me like that” Cassius nodded his head “and I got to fix their home, I mean my mom’ home. I sent Ethan to Miami. I have so much to do, it’s like they can do that. I will give the money but they won’t” he ain’t wrong “you know what Cassius you right, they can. You need to go home, to Sofia. You got your own thing. Things should settle now, like you have killed most people, it’s been horrendous but we should be good. But time for you to go back to yourself” I want him to see his son, like he is growing every day “I need to just have a break away, I am just mentally not there” nodding my head,  I understand him.

A mortuary, not a place I want to be but I want to be here for Cassius “you want me to come with you?” I asked Cassius, he walked off a little and stopped abruptly “I don’t mind bro” I said to him “we must go” the guy taking Cassius down said “come” Cassius didn’t look at me at all “I will be back” Cassius said to Fabien and Laurence as I rushed towards Cassius, it must be hard on Cassius and it’s a little shitty how his family are being like, I think they probably blame him for it including his mom, which is not fair. The elevator opened, we both stepped in with the worker “is it creepy down there?” I asked him “for some, I am used to it now” he must be “how long has Jordan been here for?” Cassius ain’t going to ask so I will “two days, he was in investigation for a while, which was elsewhere” the elevator stopped, I really don’t want to see it, it’s different because it’s someone I know. Grew up with, no matter what he is and what he became, that is family to me “ok” I said lowly, walking behind Cassius to go to the room he is in.

I fully expected to be behind a window but we went straight through into a room, seeing a figure on the metal table and I knew it had to be him. Standing at the side of Cassius in front of the body “let me know when you’re ready” the worker said “I can’t” Cassius turned away “let me see the face” I said, if I can verify for him then he don’t need too. The worker moved the white sheet back, I swallowed hard “fuck, what did they do to him?” looking at the guy “this is why it took so long, he suffered a lot of head trauma “no, no, no” Cassius said, looking over at him “I fucked up, oh my god” Cassius walked off backwards “Cass, don’t walk off” I said but he walked off, looking back at the worker “how many times, did he suffer?” the worker just sighed out “it’s one of the worst cases I have heard, I think you would need to speak to the guy that did the post-mortem when he is in. He did suffer” I don’t even want to know “that is Jordan” walking off to Cassius.

Seeing Cassius balled up on the floor “you’re here” I been searching for him “I put him in there, I put him in there and he was always going to not make it out. He was never made for the streets, he is my little brother and I didn’t protect him. My family going to hate me when they see that, they fucked him up” crouching down to Cassius “I am sorry bro” I said to him, to see him crying like this “then we do a close casket thing, I will help you with it” Cassius shook his head “I am not going, I am going away. I want to be well away from it, Josiah lost his twin brother, and Bryce lost his dad because I failed. I wasn’t paying attention, was being lazy. It was me, you can’t say it wasn’t me Kyle because it was when it was there in front of me, I got lazy and that happened because I wanted to be happy in my life. This was on me, I fucking care. I care Kyle” moving towards Cassius and hugged him “and you ain’t superman Cassius, you can’t save everyone. I think it’s time we lose communication for a day and get sleep, you know” moving back from the hug “even with Jordan somewhat hating you, he actually loved you. I would always see him wanting his older brother, no matter what he is always wanting you. I mean come on, even with basketball who always ran to you and wanted to be with you, Jordan. He latched onto you, he did love you” I just want to make Cassius feel better.

[polygamyff]

5. Part 5

I adjusted myself, I paused to savour where I am, I am going to miss this so much. Robyn being under me, enter more of my dick inside of her. Leaning my head down and kissing her throat slowly “I love you so much Maurice” she leaned over to kiss and nibble my ear, I went all the way inside of Robyn and stayed there, Robyn reached down and grabbed my ass, gliding a finger over her pussy as I started to fuck her slowly. My left hand went on Robyn’ waist, caressing her hips and curves. My right hand cupped the back of her head, Robyn kept her mouth on my ear, moaning extra low into it. She then went down to my neck and kissed it tenderly, she took her hands off of my ass, put them on my face and kissed my lips. Moving my head back making eye contact with Robyn, I have never felt and witnessed something so beautiful that makes me want to cum now. I sigh left from my lips, it’s like exposing my soul to Robyn staring into her eyes. Burying myself back into Robyn’ neck and hair, she grabbed a hold of my arm when our hips circled against each other and grinded deeper together. Robyn wrapped her legs around me and rode me harder, the air got caught in my throat “oh shit” I breathed out, my body pressed against Robyn’. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders “I love you so much” I panted out.

Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I am still tired as shit but here I am awake having breakfast with Robyn. She really woke me up, she was trying to drag me off the bed. I just didn’t want to wake up, I am tired but Robyn on the other hand is very much awake. Robyn sighed out “what time did you wake up?” I asked, she must have woke up extra early because she had a shower and everything, used all the towels and made life difficult for me “well it’s eight am so I woke up about six. I don’t know I just woke up, but I remember you did say you needed to leave early” she remembered “yeah I do” I just can’t shake this sleepiness at all “Mr Davenport would you like some more orange juice?” scratching the back of my head “erm, no but do you?” I asked Robyn, she shook her head “no thank you, but please can you tell the management I need to meet with him before I leave. I should be leaving soon, can you also send towels to my room thanks” I need to have a shower “thanks to Robyn taking every damn towel, the hell you be doing? Second time” Robyn laughed placing her fork down “I just like to make sure I am dry, I don’t know I get carried away” I can tell she does, I don’t know what party she has in there.

Watching Robyn reach over and put her hand on top of mine, interlocking our fingers together. To see Robyn’ hand fit snugly into mine, just as it was whenever her tiny body fit snugly against my frame. I squeezed her hand gently, then just pressed my hand against it. Our fingers were locked, and we soon started batting our thumbs against each other. We started playing a thumb war until Robyn busted out laughing and failing at it “your thumb is bigger than mine, bye!” she defended her loss like it made a difference “your nail could have helped” she didn’t put it to use, she should have stabbed my thumb with that “and break my nail, no. I have to get rid of these now, which is sad. Tomorrow I will have to get these off ready for work, I love my hands with nails on but it’s not good for my line of work” she does have beautiful hands “is this something you always wanted to be? You got brains to be doing that though, you’re so close but yet so young” it’s something any parent would be proud of “yeah I did, I do doubt myself. Especially when I could be off work and they call me to come in but this time I said I will be out of the city so that ain’t happen, it’s hard. At times I am like so I want this stress but to see someone you saved, to witness that it’s so breathtaking, it’s been a lengthy process and yes I am young, I do have a brain. I give back a lot too, well my parents do it a lot do I do it too. I go to help at care homes, give money to people in need. It’s the way I have been bought up” who is this woman, shifting in my seat “that is amazing you know, my family don’t’ know what giving back is. We don’t give back, I don’t want you to think back of me because I am not like that but I have never done it” Robyn smiled at me “it’s not hard, when you have time free and also me. You can come with me, show you. Just giving back, just to even help a parent so they can feed their kids. It’s very rewarding” staring at Robyn in awe “you’re so pure, how did you even come into my life” I cannot comprehend this at all because my life is so opposite.

Robyn and her suitcases, pushing it off the elevator while holding my own bag. It’s heavy as shit too “you really packed your whole room in this?” she lucky I love her because I don’t do this for anyone “Mr Davenport, I hope you enjoyed your stay here” I have like a goodbye crowd here “Rodger, it’s been great thank you” placing my bag down walking over to him “that is what I want to hear, I spoke to your father” my eyes bulged out, please let me hope he didn’t say anything about Robyn “oh you did?” I said, I feel slightly nervous “yes, he said he spoke to you and he’s happy with the plans we have spoke about. The things this hotel needs, I am just happy we will get it finally” nodding my head, I hope that is all he said “it’s something that needed to happen but thank you for the stay and the rest of the staff that have been wonderful, I am sure you all will see me more than often now” that is no lie, shaking his hand “you’re always welcome here and also your wife” why do they do this, I mean they will know I am married. Robyn stared in shock, like someone just slapped her “nice to see you” Rodger got his hand out to her “Robyn” eye balling her “uh yeah, thank you” she shook his hand, Robyn is so confused and I feel so bad.

I am glad to be on the highway, this wife business was really getting to me. They assume she is my wife, they know I am married, I mean why wouldn’t they know the people that own the hotels, he must have done his research. I am just glad they don’t know who I am married too “second time they said I am your wife”I bit into my nail after she said that, my god “huh?” moving my finger away from my mouth “just saying that they kept calling me your wife, ok we are going very fast with everything but come on. We just become boyfriend and girlfriend now” nervously laughing “yeah, they probably think we make a perfect couple. I mean we are just that, we are couple goals remember?” I need to play this off “oh, god. Do not remind me. How crazy was that? They called us couple goals, embarrassing” I chuckled, my phone started ringing. It’s Ally luckily “hello” answering the call “Maurice, it’s been a while. Your jet should be in LAX, see you in New York tomorrow night? I won’t be personally there but we need to catch up” it’s been a long time “yes we do, thank you for that Ally. Can you arrange for us to meet after I see Malik? That would be great” back to work and not the fairyland anymore “I will be in the hotel anyways, so I will see you around. You’re paying for the coffee this time, bye” she disconnected the call, I paid last time. She playing game “who is Ally? Is that short for something?” Placing my phone in my lap “it’s my assistant and her name is Aaliyah, I just call her Ally, I don’t know why” resting my head back on the headrest “is she pretty? Have you had sex with her? Ain’t that what most business men do?” looking over at Robyn “excuse me?” I chuckled “I don’t know if she is pretty and no I haven’t had sex with her, where did this come from?” that is very random of her “well I need to know these things, you will be travelling everywhere” frowning at Robyn “I wouldn’t cheat if you’re trying to say that, I have done it. I have done everything I have wanted, I just want to be happy. I am sick of waking up and being lonely, these past few days I haven’t felt that way. Something to live for” Robyn looked over at me quickly “don’t say that, let’s not speak that. You’re making my eyes fill up, I need to drive” I don’t want her to think I would cheat because that is bullshit.

Robyn’ face is everything and more, taking her to a private hanger is funny “is this you?” she pointed at my jet “yeah it is, you know how to get back right? You will be ok yeah?” Robyn smiled “yeah I will, this is crazy amazing. Wow, literally just sitting inside the airport but here. Do you see famous people around?” nodding my head “I do at times, I don’t care though” seeing my pilot getting off the jet, I am late so I need to go “for every minute my jet is here I am getting charged, we late” I said to Robyn “oh, sorry. I didn’t know, why didn’t you say” Robyn got out of her car, opening the door and dragging myself out of the car. Closing the car door, walking to the back door and opening it. Smiling at Robyn watching the plane take off close by, grabbing my bag and closing the door. I need to take Robyn away but I know she has her career and I am not about to push her to come with me anywhere, I will be coming to her of course. Walking around the car, standing behind Robyn. Lowering my head and blowing on to the side of her face “you really like that?” I questioned, Robyn turned to me “it was amazing to see” she is special, so very special. Bringing my hand up, touching her cheek with the back of my hand lightly. Robyn reached her hands up and grabbed my hand that was once touching her cheek “I wanted to say I don’t think you would cheat, I was asking. I don’t like you saying such things, to say those things like I am something to live for but what about before me? You are are such a good man Maurice, you have a beautiful heart and I see it. Through the heart and whatever your family have done to you because I know they have done more you are a good man, I don’t want to hear you say things like that. It’s not nice” I am so sad, I don’t want to go now “I am going to miss you” putting my head down “I am going to miss you too, I wish you lived here so I could probably tell your family they not nice and also to make sure your heart is always happy” saying these words is breaking my heart, Robyn placed her hand on my face as she pressed a kiss to my forehead and tiptoed wrapping her arms around my neck.

I had to be a thug, suck those tears back “I love you Robyn” hugging Robyn close, a small whimper left my lips but hoping Robyn did not hear such a thing “I love you too Maurice, I trust you” Robyn said in my ear, that means a lot that she does but I have so much shit to go back too. Moving my head back, my mouth was on her and I kissed her, the kiss turned frantic and needy. She met me with urgency, wanting nothing more than to dive in with me. The kiss was almost feverish, full of ache, so desperate and needing that she whimpered against my lips. She clung to him, poured all the heartache and love into kissing me. We pulled apart “stop it” she said to me “it’s you, you’re hurting and I can feel it. Stop it” I need to go, I am doing it to her. Stepping back from Robyn, I made her teary eyed “call me and I will call you” leaning down and picking my bag up “take care ok, I miss you already” touching her hand before I walked off, the hardest goodbye of my life.

Grabbing my bag from the SUV, I thought the bitch would be at the house but she is at my family’ home. I paid a visit to the clinic and I’ve made it clear I want the sperm gone, I don’t wish the bitch to go near that shit at all. I only came to Texas for that but I need to tell Naomi to take it serious and leave, to know that it is over. It sucks to be away from Robyn actually, I am feeling it. I just wanted to stay close to her, hurts to be leaving her in a whole different city. Placing my bag down in the hallway, I am guessing they are out in the back yard. I can hear the music blaring, are they having a party here. I know Malik is in New York so I wonder who the hell is having a party, Nalah must be it “Maurice, baby not seen you in so long” my mom said, she placed some glasses on the kitchen counter “mom, it’s really not been that long at all. I am always away and you know that” walking towards my mom “you got a tan on you, you are glowing my son” my mom grabbed my face and kissed my cheek “thanks mom, who’s having a party here?” my mom grabbed the glasses “just a get together” following behind my mom outside.

Why is this even happening, Naomi family’ is here too “Maurice!! This is my little brother, come here” Nalah half shouted waving me over, catching Naomi’ eye as I walked off towards Nalah “so this is my brother Maurice, Maurice this is Eric. We have been dating” this is some old white man “nice, he’s very unseasoned but good looking out my man. Good luck with being with my sister” shaking his hand “excuse me?” my sister said, walking off and towards Naomi “Maurice” feeling have on my arm, looking behind me “what?” I questioned “why are you being an asshole for?” looking at that and back at my sister “It’s sad, to be this money hungry, or has dad hooked you up with him? Just leave me alone please” turning to walk to Noami but I near hit into her “I was just coming to you” it’s a real place to be telling her this at all “cool” she wrapped her arms around my neck, moving my head back “nah, what you doing” as she attempted to kiss me “don’t” pushing her arms away from me “what is wrong with you?” Naomi moved her arms away from me “this, don’t make me embarrass you in front of your family. You didn’t say there was a party here, you just pissed me off now” the chatter of people stopped abruptly, she wasted my fucking time.

Seeing as the bitch is making so hard to say it, I am just going to divorce her without even telling so there is that. Stuffing my bag with new clothes, hopefully my mom or the maid because my mom doesn’t know how to be a mom cleans that “son” hearing my dad say “what would you like to say now dad” hearing my bedroom door close “how was Santa Monica?” turning to him “I am divorcing her dad, just like you got rid of your first family but she can’t even give that” my dad sighed out “think of me, think of this family. Keep her there and have a second life son. Just please, until I can get the estate off them. I am not stupid, she can’t produce an heir, we don’t want that. You do what you need to do, keep her there until I tell you. I am telling you now, you divorce her before then I will cancel you out of everything. You don’t disobey me when I tell you” he’s not saying I can’t but wants me to wait out “I am twenty nine, your threats don’t really work at all” he is funny “but Maurice, remember this, I won’t let anyone be an heir to the empire. Get a girl, get her pregnant. Maybe you and Naomi can use that child as your own, I can’t trust any girl in this family” I am about bored of this old man “I think you should be very worried, cancel me out I don’t care. You know you’re stuck, Nalah can’t take it and Malik doesn’t want it. Me, I am beginning to not care. When you dead old man, that Davenport business about to be in the ground so pick wisely when you speak to me, I am not doing this anymore! You need me, I don’t’ need you” he is such a stubborn old man “If you divorce her now, you will be dead to me Maurice. You might as well be the child in Germany, useless” that is wrong and he is wrong, I will show him.

Picking my bag up from the bed “why are you stood staring at me? You honestly piss me off because you made my life like yours and still you want it to be like that? What is so special about Naomi? Why can’t you let me be happy? Please!” sadly, I do actually love my family “you can be happy, I have given you everything. Everything you got now is me, you’re being ungrateful, I helped you and I am still doing that. I am trying to make sure my grandchildren and their children are set for life” he is deluded “it’s not happening old man, I am telling you now. I am going New York and and I want the Santa Monica hotel on my name or I will expose your little game, I am sure Naomi’ dad will want to know. Just watch your back old man, I can’t wait to dace on your grave” walking by my dad “I know you don’t mean that Maurice, you will be the first to cry. You and I have a special bond, you know this. You are my child, my prodigy. Malik never got that, he is not getting it now. I see him going down your path but it’s you” dragging open my bedroom door, he is sick in the mind and I need to get away from him quick.

Dragging my suitcase inside my home “nobody help me, it’s ok!” I half shouted, usually my dad is always here to help. Kicking the door closed “is anyone here?” the car is outside so they are “is she always this loud?” Leon is still here, god help me. Dragging my feet towards the living area “this is what we have to deal with” my dad said “wow dad, I am your baby. Why is Leon here? Did he really stay over?” my parents ain’t even happy to see me “I told you, they like me. I actually stay with them, and spend time with them” raising my eyebrows “that’s what happens when you’re a bum, you got the time to do that” I pointed out, Leon jumped up from the couch. Running the opposite direction away from Leon “that was supposed to be between us two!!! You don’t tell my second parents” I giggled staring at Leon but he is not happy “look I can’t do it, I tried but I have missed my daughter. Where have you been? Your mom did say you went to Santa Monica” hugging my dad “I did dad” I am not sure what my mom said to my dad “you went to see a friend?” my mom said a friend “yeah I did, he was nice I mean it was nice” why am I stupid “he?” my dad heard “oh damn, Thomas. Your baby girl out there doing her thing” Leon can get me back now “no it’s not that, mom knows. He’s just someone I got to know, it’s fine and I am back now” let me go “leave her alone Thomas, she needs to find a man, doesn’t she?” my mom is right “see, and love you mom” leaning down and kissing my mom’ cheek, my mom smiled at me “damn” feeling a slight pain between my legs, I should be used to it now.

It is so nice to be back home even though I enjoyed Maurice, I am not about that living in a hotel life at all “spill the tea!! You went to Texas and what the fuck happened?” opening my suitcase my eyes lit up, his hoodie “he gave it me” I said a loud, I didn’t know he put this in there. Holding it up smiling, holding the hoodie close to my body and then smelt the hoodie “oh god” it smells like him still, I love it “wow!” looking up at Leon totally forgetting he is here “oh” putting the hoodie to the side “so, can I please find out? What is it? Who is it? And am I on my own with the search for dick?” busting out laughing, turning around and walking towards my vanity table. Pulling out the seat and sitting down “hasn’t Tif told you anything?” I am shocked she hasn’t “that you are seeing his cousin?” she she kind of has “ok so yes I am, we are actually dating” Leon screamed “no fucking way, don’t lie to me. How!? And so quickly” I knew he would say that but nobody understands us “we met at the wedding, he added me on Facebook and I was like oh you’re Kellen’ cousin, I remember him from the wedding but we didn’t really talk like that. So we exchanged numbers and spoke to each other, text each other for like a good few months. He calls me Bonita, get you a man that can speak Spanish” I cackled sticking my tongue “you playing with me, he knows Spanish? You got a Spanish nigga? Who is it? I know he is mixed with something, he is Kellen’ cousin. Is he as fine as him? Why Kellen never tell me!?” Leon kissed his teeth “because he doesn’t want dick but we saw each other in Texas, we erm. Also had sex in Texas, this is like the first time knowing him” Leon screamed out “biitchhhh!! You got dick in Texas. Please tell me the fucking details? He got a big dick? I need details like, he got foreskin” I can’t stop giggling “so yes, he is big. I kept annoying him, I said he had a small dick but I apologised. Boy, he has the best dick I know. He knows how to work it, he made me forget how my own pussy felt. I thought my legs were missing. But yeah, so we didn’t just have sex now I assumed he was going to put it down. Leon, I am not lying to you. He made love to me, now we had some drinks prior so I was like it’s going to be just sex, but no. He made love to me” Leon’ mouth hung open in shock.

“So, how did that occur, how the fuck did this man make love to you on the first night? Why didn’t he just fuck you senseless?” Leon asked “well when we spoke, we liked each other and we said once we meet we will see how it goes. I met him and I felt it, I liked him even more. The sexual tension was there and always is, it’s so intense with us. I can’t explain on how it happened but he did. I didn’t say anything to him about it but he said it to me. Leon, you don’t understand how crazy it’s been for me” Leon looks in shock “you got a picture of him? Like I could go on his Facebook but I can’t be bothered. How old is he? I won’t front girl, you look rejuvenated. You look so good, so happy too. I mean you are always that but it’s just a certain happiness to you” I actually do have pictures of him “thank you, I am very happy. I don’t want to scream it to the world just yet. I am telling you so keep your mouth shut” opening my photos file, I am not sure which to show “dick picture will do” Leon said, getting up from the seat and tapping on the picture of us before when went out that night with Tif and Kellen. Zooming in on us, turning the phone to him “ooohhh is this him?” Leon stared at him, I feel very giddy about this and it’s childish “I like, I mean look at this” noticing Leon is flicking through my pictures, snatching my phone from him. Seeing the picture of Maurice in his towel “come on, let me see” he was so cute here, his smile alone makes me smile.

Locking my phone “hold up, let me see your lock screen picture” pressing my home button and turning my phone to him “awww y’all cute, I want to meet him. So is he rich? I am guessing yes because Kellen got money” placing my phone in my pocket “I don’t care for his money but his dad owns Davenport hotels” Leon gasped “nooo way! Oh my god” nodding my head “yes way, we was in the hotel in Santa Monica all that time” Leon raised an eyebrow “all that time fucking huh? He giving you them backshots or was he love making?” picking out my clothes from the suitcase “I kept saying fuck buddies to him because like we didn’t have a title and I called him boyfriend, I got annoyed so I kept saying fuck buddies. Well I won’t be saying that again, he fucked me so good Leon. I am not a sex addict but I am now, I want him inside of me” Leon busted out laughing “wow, he got money, good dick and good lucks. Please, has he got any other brothers?” laughing as I placed my top on the bed “he does have a brother, he looks just like him. I haven’t met him, I saw him from afar” I shrugged saying but I am happy with my man “y’all fucking like rabbits while I was bored without you, just waiting on you” Leon is dramatic “did y’all use protection? You on the pill ain’t you” I paused “not really…” I dragged out “Robyn Willis! So the first time you had sex you didn’t use anything?” shaking my head “I trust him, it’s fine” Leon put his hands over his face “Robyn! How can you not use protection, ok he is a good guy but still. Have you been that blind sided by dick that you forgot” he is not wrong “you know what happens, a baby could come along. You a young girl, bitch you got so much to come for yourself. Girl, you need to just be careful” Leon got me worried now, I never thought about it “did you never ask about his sexual partners or was y’all just fucking, if you catch something” pulling a face “no, he is not like that. Please, I have told you now shut your mouth and don’t say a word ok? Don’t worry about it, there is no baby or whatever” I don’t want to hear it.

Reading the text from Maurice, it’s short and simple.

From: Maurice

To: Robyn

Miss you so much it’s unreal x

Walking into the dining room “what you made?” I asked my mom “your dad cooked this food” he really gone all out with the Mac and Cheese too, that looks so good “look at my daddy being the best” I can’t wait to eat it “same dad” Leon said “it’s ok, lots of food to go around” my dad finally came to sit down with us “what is the occasion?” seems like it is “no reason, just wanted to cook and also I have not seen you for so long” my phone started ringing in my hand, looking down at the caller I.D “I will be one minute” getting up from the chair, I am not about to ignore Maurice’ call now “hello?” walking out of the dining room “Bonita, solo para oírte hablar” my smile grew “I said just to hear you talk, I miss you. I see you read my message but not text me. I am back on the jet again” it seems very quiet where he is “where did you go? And trust me I miss you the most, it does kind of suck but are you feeling ok?” he was so sad, he was making me sad “I went to Texas, needed to deal with something but I wish I didn’t now but it’s fine, I am used to it now. And I’m fine” clearly something happened “what you doing anyways?” he changed the subject quick “just going to eat now with my family” it must be so lonely for him, I don’t like it “oh, why didn’t you say. It’s ok, I’m going to sleep now, I’ll just text you when I land ok? Love you” I feel bad for something I can’t change or help “I love you too, Maurice. I am here if you need me, I don’t care about eating” I really don’t “no go and eat, have fun” he disconnected the call, moving the phone back from my ear. Staring at my phone, I feel bad for him and I just want things to get better for him.

[ellanainthetardis]

Could you please do something with haymitch calling Effie 'Euphemia'? ;D

Here you go [X]

4 Times Haymitch called her Euphemia

1.

Haymitch stole the glass of bourbon from Seeder before he even droppedon the free chair at Eleven’s team table. The mentor lounge was packed, likeoften when the Games were advanced enough that only a handful of players wereleft, and he hoped it would afford him some peace.

“We need a plan.” he said very seriously.

Seeder and Chaff exchanged a glance, not bothering to keep their amusementin check.

“Are we having escort troubles again?” Chaff chuckled.

“This woman is a nightmare.” Haymitch growled. “A fucking walking nightmare.”

Seeder shook her head with a small smile, clearly not understanding thetrouble he was in. Effie Trinket was impossible.She was… She was everything he hated.And she refused to be intimidated. She refused to be scared off. She refused everything even his clumsy attempts atseducing her into quitting.

Short of strangling her, he had no idea how to get rid of her.

“If it’s any consolation, I don’t think we’re losing Viola so thatstupid bet the two of you have going is still on.” Seeder offered, patting hisshoulder.

Haymitch made a face, not quite comforted by that. One escort a year wasthe aim. Driving them to leave was the challenge. It had been going for so longit was a running joke in the business at this point.

It seemed this year they had bitten on more than they could chew.

Or maybe Head Gamemaker Torello had finally gotten tired of their gameand had found them women a little too strong-minded.

“I got rid of Summercket.” hemuttered with a touch of pride.

Viola Summercket was a harpy. Even Trinket wasn’t that bad incomparison. He could admit he wouldrather have dealt with the new one for another year than with Summercket. Atleast, Trinket wasn’t nasty for the sake of it - not with the tributes in anycase.

“Yeah, yeah, we know.” Chaff looked chagrined as he took a sip of hiswhiskey. “You’ve played all the usual cards?”

He rolled his eyes. “All and then some. She’s just so…”

He stopped, at a loss for words.

He had tried every of his habitual tricks and nothing had worked. Shejust stared him down from behind her fake eyelashes with disdainful amusementand claimed she would stay whatever he did.

“Hot?” Seeder suggested, definitelyamused now.

He made a face at his friend, feeling as if he ought to be insulted.

“Please.” he scoffed.

“Well, she’s your type…” Chaff agreed. Haymitch glared at him but hisbest friend lifted his stump and his good hand in the air defensively. “Feisty,difficult and probably easy…”

“She’s a fucking pain in theass, that’s what she is.” he growled.

He caught sight of his brand new escort entering the room and heslouched a little, hoping she wouldn’t notice him. She was exhausting.

Naturally, he wasn’t so lucky. Her eyes darted to him as if she alreadyknew where she would find him. Maybe she had magical powers that allowed her tomake his life a living hell…

Torello would find her anescort like that just to get even with the troubles he always caused theGamemakers.

“Euphemia Trinket.” he grumbled under his breath as she confidently strodetoward their table. “Mark my words, she’s gonna be my fucking end.”

He fled the table and ducked between Woof and Mags before she could comeclose enough.

He had no hope of escaping her forever but it wouldn’t stop him fromtrying.

2.

Haymitch followed in his escort’s footsteps, trying to figure outthrough his drunken daze if irritating her further was worth his hide or not.

She had been in a mood sincetheir path had crossed her sister’s at a sponsor’s party. He wasn’t sure whather purse had done to deserve behind flung to the other side of the penthouse’sliving-room but he was fairly certain she would have no qualm resorting to thesame degree of violence towards him that night if he said the wrong thing.

Naturally, the clever thing would have been to retreat to his bedroombut five years of working with her had taught him that not a lot could driveher to that sort of disturbed state. Even his worth gibes didn’t rile her upthat much and he had made a career of pushing her buttons. And all her sisterhad done was chat about nothing. There had been no snide commentor hidden mockeries that he could detect… Her sister was actually nice.

Of course, he should have known better than to tell her that. He had shared that thought withher hoping to get more information and he had been treated to the coldest glareshe had ever given him. A record, surely. She had told him in no uncertainterms that if he ever only hinted atwanting to sleep with her sister she would never let him touch her again.

He wasn’t sure exactly what theywere playing at. Hate sex. Stress sex. Rough sex. Make-up sex. Too manypossible labels he wasn’t sure truly applied.

He was really sure however that he wasn’t about to give up having sexwith her for a woman that didn’t even sound thatinteresting.

Effie was quick with her tongue and she was sharp when she wasn’tstubbornly playing dumb. Her being hot didn’t hurt but two times out of threeit was her wit that made him lose it and pin her against the closest flat surface.

He should have left well enough alone but he was drunk and he couldn’treally remember a time when she had made a beeline for the liquor cart like shewas doing right now. Straight for the tequila too…

“Hey, sweetheart…” he started only to backtrack when she glared at himagain. He might be drunk but he still had a keen survival instinct. “Why do yougo by Effie?”

It wasn’t really what he had wanted to know but he was a question likeanother. The sister had kept calling her ‘Euphemia’. She never used her givenname so he had completely forgotten about it.

She studied him for a second but eventually relaxed and poured him aglass of whiskey. He saw the peace offering for what it was and took it.

“Euphemia is who my mother wanted me to be. Effie is who I made myself.”she explained, clicking her glass against his in an pitiful toast.

He nodded and then pursed his lips. “Yeah… That makes no sense.”

She let out a small bitter snort. “Euphemia was supposed to be thisperfect lady… A perfect trophy wife for the highest bidder… I wanted more outof life.”

“Fame?” he asked.  

Something flashed in her eyes but it was gone before he could try todecide what it was. Her lips stretched in a bright smile. “Of course! Whatelse?”

“Euphemia.” he repeated, testing it out. “That’s a mouthful.”

“I have enough troubles convincing you to call me Effie instead of one of your ridiculous pet names… Imagine if Istill went by that one.” she joked.

He made a face. “Point taken.”

3.

It was too bad stars were almost impossible to guess at in the Capitolsky. It would have  made this moment almost…strangely perfect.

As perfect as a moment could be when you were lying on your back on aroof, stark naked, exposed without a care in the world, a little sleepy fromthe aftermath of a very satisfying fuck session. He felt boneless, as if he wasfloating outside of his body, and the stars would have been the finishing touchto that ridiculous picture.

Thoughts of what it would be like to fuck her in the meadow, in a cradleof fresh grass and with an ocean of stars overhead, entered his mind. Hedismissed them of course but even the now familiar jolts of guilt and unease atconstantly letting his imagination run wild with her when he should have beengetting those impulses under control wasn’t enough to stop him from lazilyrunning his fingers up and down her calf.

Effie was sitting with her back against the low wall of the roof, herlegs tossed carelessly across his chest, apparently not in any hurry to snatchher torn clothes from the floor.  Hespared a regretful thought for the – for once – nice dress, then remembered shehad mauled one of favorite comfortable shirts in retaliation and rolled hiseyes to himself.

“What is it?” she asked, sounding only mildly interested.

He let her enjoy a few more drags of her post-coital cigarette – not that she was a regular smoker, no, of course not, it was just the occasional one; he wondered who she was lyingto with that line, him or herself? – before stilling his hand around her ankle,prompting her to wriggle her pink painted toes.

“Just wondering how fast you’d get kicked out of the lady club if theycould see you now, sweetheart.” he snorted. She huffed but didn’t quite deny itso he riled her up a little more. It was always fun. “Or is that a thing?Harlots in the bedroom, ladies in the drawing-room?”

Her foot moved fast.

So fast he could barely brace himself before it was placed over his mostvulnerable assets. She pressed down a little, not quite enough to cause damagebut enough to get her point across.

“Did you just call me a harlot?”she casually inquired.

“Not an insult.” he muttered, trying to move her foot away.

She applied more pressure and rubbed it back and forth, suddenly makingit difficult for him to remember why he wanted it gone. He hated it when shewas acting like that, all easy confidence and sass. He hated it because itturned him on.

“You could have fooled me.” she hummed, grinning around her cigarette.

She planted her heel more firmly, rotated her ankle twice…

He was back to caressing her leg, except it was less lazy and morefrantic now.

“Don’t get why you get your knickers in a twist anyway.” he grumbled.“You’d hate it if I treated you like a lady.” He knew that with absolutecertainty. The rougher he was, the harder she climaxed. “You wanna try that, Euphemia?”

It was a bluff mainly aimed at salvaging the small amount of dignity hehad left. It was a bit off-putting that she could take him apart with only a foot.

“I do happen tolike vanilla once in a while.” she stated. “Although it has never been myfavorite flavor.”

“You’re made for chocolate.” he mumbled, closing his eyes because hiserection was now throbbing against his lower belly, entirely dependent on herfoot to give the right amount of pressure. It wouldn’t be enough to make himcome but it was enough to make himlose his mind. “Hot dark bitter chocolate. Not vanilla.”

He wrinkled his nose at the offending thought but soon groaned inpleasure when she straddled his hips. He wasn’t completely reassured by thecigarette in her hand and it was the only reason he allowed her to stay on top.

“Well…” she chuckled, wrapping her free hand around his erection. “Youare certainly dark and bitter. The comparison seems adequate.”

“Forgot hot.” he pointed out, thrusting in her fist without any shame.

“Did I?” she hummed, blowing out some smoke in his direction.

She had no right tobe this hot.

No right at all.

4.

Haymitch knocked on her compartment door once before stepping inside. Henever bothered with that kind of things but he figured it wouldn’t be clever tostartle her that night. The Tour of Hell had taken a turn for the worse in Six.They had managed to keep the children out of it but they hadn’t avoided watching a guy’s brain being blown out by aPeacekeeper’s gun.

Effie had been composed all night but she had claimed a headache to turnin early as soon as they had stepped back on the train.

She was in bed, a book propped open on her bent knee, a mug of what hesupposed to be herbal tea clutched in her right hand. She didn’t even freak outover the fact that she had her reading glasses on or that her hair was incomplete disarray.

“I do not wish to talk about it.” she warned, only glancing up longenough to shoot him a warning glare.

Fair was fair, he decided, and he didn’t particularly want to discuss iteither.

He dropped on her bed and snatched her book instead, snorting at thevery pink cover. “Romance trash again?”

“It happens to be very good.” she hummed, rescuing her book from hishands. She placed the mug on the nightstand and ran her fingers on the covers afew times as if petting it.

“Yeah? How’s the sex?” he teased.

“Actually, hot.” she retorted without missing a beat. “You should readit, you might learn something.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t try to erase the smirk from his lips. “Letme guess… There’s a bad boy and a girl who makes him become good.”

She pouted, clearly unhappy with this simplification. “He is a rake actually and a threat to hervirtue… I do believe she will reform him, though.”

Another glance at the cover told him it was probably taking place in atime long gone of ball gowns and gentlemen in breaches.

“Is he treating her like a lady?” he mocked, leaning in to drop a kissagainst her neck.

The book was discarded without another thought and Haymitch’s smirkdeepened against her skin. She gasped a little when his tongue poked at herpulse point.

“I do not believe he is.” she answered, a little short of breath. “Itold you. He is a rake. There is only one thing he is after… He is veryinventive in bed though.”

“Well, lady Euphemia…” hesnorted, pulling her on top of him. “Let’s see if I can compare with yourrake…”

Her giggles, he decided, were the best sound in the world.

[andrewuttaro]

New Look Sabres: Preseason GM 6 - PIT

Well the useless games are over now. I suppose as Sabres fans we can be sure there will be some of those in March if not February if you know what I mean. Gee, why am I so cynical already? We’re all kinda just enthused the regular season is just about here. Just barely enthused; that’s the common feeling here, eh? I do want to say though that we have to be careful getting a head start shitting on Ralph Krueger. He’s not going to publicly talk down to guys who we all know are ass just because he knows we think they’re ass. You do want a functional organization, right? One of the pieces of that is having a coaching staff and Front Office that acts professional and doesn’t burn bridges and discourage players they need to perform. For such a manly man sport we’re supposed to think Hockey is its very motivationally based. The Sabres weren’t as bad as two wins in the entire month of March last season. I mean obviously they weren’t. They lost the will to keep fighting in a playoff race they were close in until February, when their GM failed to instill confidence by way of sounding completely unaware of the Coach not knowing what he was doing. Now you may ask me: Andrew, doesn’t a professional organization act diplomatically like you said? Yes, good question you smart ass. With us hungry man-eating trolls circulating like vultures around every public statement you need to be diplomatic. Internally something was wrong last Spring and Botterill failed to address it in any meaningful way publicly or privately. It’s a motivation game and the B team we brought to Pittsburgh this afternoon was super motivated.

It’s a little unfair to call it entirely a B team. The defensive group was essentially the opening night lineup excluding the injured. Yeah, unfortunately Marco Scandella looks like he’ll stick around. He strengthened what was already a pretty ironclad case today unfortunately. Risto didn’t play but he’s gotten games this preseason so I’m not going to speculate again about some trade I wish so bad was imminent. Even with the Laine signing I just don’t have it in me to venture a scenario on that one. The first period was kinda fun. All these hungry boys stacked up pretty well against the Penguins A team. Ullmark stood tall. There weren’t too many awful defensive breakdowns. Casey Mittelstadt looked rather ok compared to what the last few games would have you believe. There was a moment where John Gilmour almost dangled himself a goal and for a moment, just a moment, I thought maybe Botts and Krueger are justified in dragging out some of the more obvious cuts this long. Then I remembered how short my subtractions list was in the offseason retrospective and gave it a rest. The game was on MSG, but the live feed was the Penguins broadcast on AT&T Sportsnet. Now I’ve already said I enjoy watching other team’s broadcasts but this Pens one was really harshing my mello when they started playing games with Henri Jokiharju’s name after an embellishment call. That’s dumb shit. My last name is Uttaro. I know what it’s like for someone to mess around with your surname. Just get it right. I’ll take RJ and Rob Ray stumbling over Scandinavian pronunciation every day of the week over actively making jokes about other people’s names. Fuck off.

The second period started off with a couple very good Ullmark saves. I have a bold prediction about him you’ve probably heard if you put up with me on twitter, but I’ll save that for the last preseason post on Monday “Training Camp Closes”. However this middle period is when the scoring opened up. It seemed like the game was a shootout long before extra time. The styles both these teams play is very similar. Obviously Pittsburgh has had a lot more success with it but hear me out here. The first Penguins goal was a shot from the blueline. Ullmark never saw it. The second Penguins goal was a shot from a wrap around play from the circle. Both these teams box you out in front of the net but maybe I’m overthinking this preseason game too much. Yeah, I’ll save the strategy for the regular season. After all, Marco Scandella scoring a toe drag slapshot to cut the lead in half makes no logical sense. Even he was surprise by that goal. By the time the third period was underway my wife had gotten home from a party and I just said forget it, I’m going to order some Chinese. I didn’t expect any scoring in the last ten minutes of the game, and it didn’t matter anyway. Well I was surprised by this team… pleasantly for once.

Remember how I talked about hockey being a motivation game earlier? Yeah, well the hungry boys and the… uh… shouldn’t be here anymore guys got real motivated in the third period. Zemgus Girgensons, Captain of the unnecessary returning players squad, got a fantastic pass from the Captain of the Hungry Boys John Gilmour. Somehow Girgensons found himself on a breakaway, one-on-one with Matt Murray. He tucked in 3-hole and the game was tied. So obviously I know very little from here on out. I was busy watching the Season Premiere of A Million Little Things. At the moment I’m writing this not only is there not full video highlights of this game but NHL.com’s ticker seems to indicate the game never happened. I don’t believe in many conspiracy theories but if there is some French accent evil hockey overlord pulling the strings of the marionette that is Gary Bettman it would want to erase the history of Sidney Crosby’s team losing the day after his number was retired across the Quebec Major Junior League. I’m not saying it’s true I’m just saying you don’t have proof it’s not. Hell, how do we not know this whole preseason has been just a simulation. Ralph Krueger is Agent Smith from the matrix; he’s praising Sobotka and shit just to fuck with us. Well anyway this game went to a scoreless overtime and into the shootout. Does the matrix have a sense of humor? Because there is some humor to Evgeni Malkin missing the net entirely on his shootout attempt while Kyle Okposo shot his on-target right after. Yeah, this can’t be the matrix because Tage Thompson was the guy who kept Buffalo alive after Kris Letang scored. That’s three matrix glitches in one game if you add it to the Scandella and Girgensons goals. Computers don’t make that many mistakes. Casey Mittelstadt ended up capping off a revenge game with a bank-hander past Murray to win it. And so the Sabres ended the preseason how it began: beating the Penguins beyond regulation.

The part of this game I listened to on the radio featured Rob Ray dropping some wisdom. He said the end of the preseason is fun for the guys who have roster spots but it’s not so happy for the ones who don’t. Simply by virtue of math and the roster spot limit there are several players who do not have a roster spot waiting for them. Training Camp is just about over, and I can’t imagine there is much evaluating left to do. A Ristolainen trade probably doesn’t happen and the Bills have a decent shot to make it close against the Patriots tomorrow. Sorry, I added that last one on just to make me feel a little bit better. Monday morning you get Training Camp Closes here on the blog. That’s not just a preseason wrap up it’s also full of predictions about the season. I’ll tease you a little bit: I’m not going hardcore optimist like I did last year. I felt vindicated in the first half by those predictions but got burned real hard in the back half. Like this post, share it and give me a comment. What’s your opening night roster projection? I’m going to take a swing at one before Thursday as well. Before we wrap it up and call it a night I do want to say: the optimist in me is far from dead. Let’s Go Buffalo!

Thanks for Reading.

P.S. I guess that last game against Columbus could still be Risto’s last as a Sabre. *smh*

[notsotatopa]

Re watching episode 1: Kid stalkers?

(So since tsukipro's anime is coming I decided to start this series of me rewatching tsukiuta: the animation and giving my thoughts and comparing them from the time when I wasn't part of the fandom. I already did it with episode 9 so if you saw that you already know how this will be)

-I just came here because I saw a gif of a cute white haired boy with a chocker and my friends were hyper annoying with love live so let's see... 

-wow that's a lot of boys... 

 -The moment I saw Koi I knew this was going to be gay.

 -Is it me or Shun's hand when he introduced himself was really tiny?  The moment I saw You i knew this was going to be super gay, also I felt bad for Yoru's lame introduction after that.

 -Rui pretending to give half a fuck and Iku's weird smile.   

-I swear that the first time I saw this the only one that stuck in my head with name and all was Koi, I didn't find any other boy interesting enough to remember their names (and in Haru's and Kai case I didn't even remember their existence).

 -The shakin' sugar sugar...made me realize what I was getting myself into.    -Kakeru you are so cute please kill yourself.    -At this point I thought that this was going to be like an anime where the two boy bands fight and Kakeru was somehow the protagonist and the girl and Syunpei would play a role in this...needless to say I was very wrong. 

-Who gets sick by practicing a dance? Even if she fell asleep with her hair wet and the AC on. She should be more worried about how easily she gets sick.  Where did she get 5 DVDs of six gravity and how can I get them? Why is this girl tricking us into thinking that Kakeru is cool when we later find out he's the cutest dork ever? Did she just call Hajime charismatic? So many questions... 

-It's funny that we never got to see one of these introductions for Procella...guess they didn't have fangirls with brothers that didn't give a fuck? 

-Ok so, the first time I saw this girl I thought she was kinda dumb or weird or I don't know...but now...oooh boy I know that if I had the chance I could be like her OR WORSE.   -Hajime and Haru talking to the group feels like Hajime is saying "You're all pieces of shit." and Haru adds "but with sprinkles~"and it's hilarious, Also y feel like Haru told Hajime with the power of his look "No need to be a dick."   -"That's Yoru, the one who knows how to read, for you."   -Here I realized that there was no rivalry and that they were all going to be gay for each other.   -If it's that easy for a kid to get into the 'only authorized personal' part I wonder how no one has tried to get the idol's asses.   -You're shitting me right? Are you telling me that this boy, whose sister has an obsession with Six Gravity and Kakeru specifically DIDN'T recognize the guy that is all over the walls of his sister? I get he didn't recognize Rui since his sister didn't seem to care about Procella and it's already kinda weird that he didn't recognize Koi since she has a pretty big poster with him on it and there are not much guys with pink hair and eyes. I know Syunpei is negligent as fuck but he doesn't seem to be blind.  

-You don't trick me Rui, you asked the boy to sing Gravitic Love to innerly laugh at it. 

-And Koi decided to let the kid keep being blind or stupid.   -It's funny how Koi's face doesn't seem amused(or anything) at all but you can see Rui's mouth tilting up a little. I told you he was laughing innerly at this.    -I feel like I should have recognized the loading screen of the game he was playing? Like it was some kind of Easter egg or something? Also in my town you don't get to just sit around with a tablet in your hands unless you want to die or something.  

-Were these creeps(Koi, Kakeru, Rui) following Syunpei? Or they just casually saw him and were like "SHIT LET'S STAND LIKE THIS TO LOOK COOL IN FRONT OF THE KID"? 

  -"Rui, I wonder if you can put a little more feeling into your face and words." What? Did you want him to cry about it, Koi?    -Iku is wishing to kill them all, I know, it was kinda rude of them let him out of that adventure actually, like all the juniors were there except him. Probably he was too busy NOT STALKING A KID?   -Koi is being lame and Rui is breaking the fourth wall xD that was so precious.   -And Iku just appears to call Koi a wimp. Precious x2 

-I can imagine that Arata (or Traaa the devil) and You were there peacefully drinking tea and talking about sideboobs when they saw the juniors with a stranger kid and Iku dragging a dying Koi.    -"Ya! YAYAYAYAYA" 

-Holy shit the girl screaming for Kakeru oh my god... 

-It's so lovely how Koi was waiting to see the look on his face and how Arata was also there, like Koi told him "Dude we did this shit to this kid and you gotta see the look on his face when he sees Kakeru." And they tell crazy fangirls to wait so they can see the second when Syunpei realizes how dumb he was. 

-Such a ruckus over a handshake...they are wearing gloves for god's sake. 

-The song that one year later still is stuck in my head...."I want to mess you up" tho... 

-How frustrating must be girl, your little brother who didn't even bother to look at the lots of posters you have of Kakeru is closer to being his wife than you. 

-The first time I didn't pay attention because I never pay attentions to endings, but this is such a cute and cheerful song that always get a smile on my face and even today it's my favorite ending song in the whole series and one of my favorites in anime in general. 

Keep reading for the final thoughts of the chapter

 So by the end of the chapter i still thought that Kakeru was the protagonist and what made me want to watch the next episode was that I wanted to know how this cute blondie got through his idol life, because he managed to make me care about him, something that some of the others didn't manage to do. 

 I think this chapter gives a pretty weird opening? Because it gave, at least me, a wrong idea of how the anime was going to be, I would have been nice to focus more in the groups rather than Kakeru and the juniors alone, so I could have a reason to want to keep watching and know more about them, the could have at least mentioned the month thing being something so crucial to Tsukiuta. If the chapter was supposed to be about Kakeru and the juniors, how about some little hints or comments about their backstories? Or maybe their family, the only descriptions we get about them are the superficial ones of a fangirl.

 Looking back after getting to know so much about tsukiuta it's kinda disappointing that they left so much things out for a first chapter, something that it's an introduction and it's supposed to sell the product and make people want to keep watching at throw their money at them. I know this anime was more for the fans of Tsukiuta and you're not gonna tell them something they already know, but if you wanted to drag more people in, you could at least have mentioned (bedsides the month thing) that gave the new people (like me at the time) and idea of who these boys are and not just throw cute anime boys thinking that it would be enough. 

 Anyway I'm writing to much, I always get passionate when I talk about tsukiuta: the animation.

[morticiansarebitches]

Clexa au (Lexa apart of the guard)

Lexa Woods "Clarke!" I yelp as I see her getting dragged out of her cell, struggling between two of the guards. "Lexa! Lexa!" She screams back. I try to shove between the wall of guards holding me back. "Stand down woods!" Major Brynes yells and I smash my fist against her jaw, making her fall to the floor and the guards tackle me to the ground. I feel handcuffs being put on me and I feel fear gripping my hammering heart. "You just got yourself a one way ticket to be floated woods." "She goes to the ground." Abby barks, saving my life. Me being twenty, I would've been dead right then, but Abby Griffin once again saves me. She looks at me and nods. "May we meet again." They hoist me up and drag me down the hallway where 100 others including Clarke Griffin are going to the ground with me. ___________Six months earlier_________ "Woods!" I almost fall out of bed at Bellamy screeching into my walkie talkie that's on my bedside with my baton. I pick it up and press my fist to my forehead. "Jesus Bell calm down, what's wrong?" "You're two hours late to your post! Commander is going to have your ass if you don't get down here now!" I look at the time and quickly start pulling on my pants. "Oh shit." Once I'm in uniform I fly out of my room and down the long hallways of the ark and as I turn a corner I slam into someone, a mess of blonde hair. "Oh my god I'm so sorry." She starts as she gets up. I see beautiful blue eyes, her blonde hair lose around her shoulders, and I instantly recognize her as Abby Griffins daughter Clarke, most likely on her way to help her mother in medical. She holds out her hand and I take it where she helps me up. "Don't apologize, I wasn't looking where I was Clarke." She raises an eyebrow at me knowing her name and I blush. "I-I know your mother, I'm down in medical a lot sense I'm a klutz." She chuckles a little. "Keep your footing woods." She brushes past me as the blush on my cheeks burns like I got smacked. I rush to my post where I see Bellamy Blake waiting for me, my best friend. He glares in my direction at my disheveled look. "It's not like you to be late Lexa, what the hell is wrong with you?" I look down at my boots. "I honestly don't know." He crosses his arms across his chest and his features soften. "It's about Costia again isn't it?" I bite the inside of my cheek at the name, my former girlfriend, the love of my life, floated because she was an accessory to her mothers crime of hiding rations for her ailing father... Her and her mother were floated and her father died shortly after, it has been three years and it still feels like yesterday. "Its okay, don't worry about it." He wraps his arm around my shoulder where I lean into him and he sighs. "I could've stopped it, I could've given her my rations-" "You need to stop blaming yourself, we've talked about this, like how you told me to stop blaming me about Octavia." I sigh, looking up at him. "You still blame yourself... How is she doing anyway?" He shrugs. "From what I've heard, fine." I move away from him when I hear the Commander's booming voice. "Woods! Blake! We got a fight in the mess hall let's go!" We quickly rush after him, batons out. When we get to the mess hall people crowd around the fight, egging it on. It's two men, fighting over what looks like bread. I push through before Bellamy and when I try to get in between a fist smashed against my jaw, jumbling my thoughts I tackle the large man who hit me where he struggles under my weight. I press my knee to his throats and press my baton to his side where his eyes go wide. "Keep struggling and I'll zap the living shit out of you." He stops and I quickly put cuffs on him. I hoist him up and hand him off to one of the other guards. Bellamy rushes over to me and grabs my face where I flinch. "Bell I'm fine." I see anger in his eyes at the sight of what I'm guessing is a very dark bruise spanning from my temple to jaw. The commander is behind Bellamy and he grabs my shoulder. "Get your ass to medical." Bellamy walks me down there and when the doors open I see Abby looking at paperwork as Clarke draws beside her. They both look up and Abby drops her paperwork and looks at Clarke. "Clarke, this is lieutenant Woods and Private Blake the ones your father and I have been speaking about at dinner." I look down at my boots and smile a little as I hear Clarke chuckle. "I swear I see the two of you at least three times a week, none of the other guards get as banged up as you two." Bellamy wraps his arm around my shoulder and I look up as he grins. "Well getting banged up means we're doing our jobs, and keeping you busy Abby." She grins and motions me over. "Come here, Clarke will grab a compress." I walk over to the metal table and sit down on it as Clarke grabs a cold compress from a freezer. She smiles as she holds it to my cheek and shines a light in my eyes. "You weren't kidding when you said you were down here a lot." I hold a small smile as she turns off the light. "Well if anything it looks like you have a concussion, rate your pain from a one through ten." "It's not that bad really-" "You can be honest with me, i know you guards are like 'pain is weakness' but honestly I think it's bullshit." I drop my smile and close my eyes. "It's about a five." I lie, it's more like a twelve. She gives me a soft smile and clears her throat. "Hold the compress, I'll be right back." She walks into a back room for a moment and then comes back. She grabs my free hand and presses a baggie of pills in my palm. "These will help with the pain-" "You can't give me these, it's illegal, this is ten times over my ration amount-" "-Then arrest me." She whispers. Her blue eyes burn into mine, begging for me to take them. I bite my lip and slide them into my back pocket. She starts writing something down on a slip and looks behind me when she hears a door open, where I hear Bellamy's familiar heavy tread. "Take those every few hours as needed with the pain," She says softly to me so Bellamy can't hear and then smiles up at him. "Well Woods, Mom told me to tell you to take it easy, you're cleared to go back to your post but tell your boyfriend that he'll be dealing with the dirty stuff for a few days." She hands me a slip and I blush at her words and Bellamy stutters a little. She giggles and pats my shoulder. "I'm kidding Woods, come by next week so I can check up on you... I'll see you around." She smiles and walks into the back room where Abby and her assistant are speaking over paperwork. I stand, still holding the compress to my cheek and look at her note. "Lieutenant Woods back to post, no strenuous activity (stay safe) Clarke Griffin" "You like her." I spin quickly to look at Bellamy who is grinning and I shove my shoulder into his chest, me being a head shorter than him. "Shut up." I start walking in front of him as he snickers his way out of the infirmary with me. I hand my slip to the Commander where he quickly puts me on dealing with following Jaha around for the rest of the day and then tomorrow domestic affairs. Bellamy pats my back as we are about to part ways. "You sure you're okay? Abby told me if you needed to take the day off you can-" "-I'm fine Bell, don't worry about me; I need the distraction." He sighs and smiles a little. "Alright, I'll see you at dinner?" I nod and he presses a kiss to the top of my head. "Have fun with that asshole." He mutters as he walks away and I straighten myself up, looking at my uniform. He hates Jaha for good reason, that mans the reason Octavia is in prison, and why his mother got floated... I get it, I hate that asshole too. I walk into the meeting room where I see him looking over holograms of the ark, preparing for what looks to be a meeting about something. He looks up when he sees me and smiles. "Lieutenant Woods, its good to see you." I nod. "Good afternoon Chancellor, it's good to see you as well." He looks at the bruise on my face and frowns. "So you were the one to break up the fight in the mess hall?" I nod and he chuckles. "They weren't kidding when they said you showed promise possibly becoming the Commander someday." "I hope to achieve that one day sir." I say formally and he smiles. "Your father would be proud." I straighten at his words. "Thank you Chancellor." "You don't have to be so formal Lexa, your father and I were good friends, I've seen you grown up... Right now you and I are old friends." He offers me to take a seat, and I slowly do. He sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm sorry for your loss, your father was a good man." I shift, thinking about my father who was the Commander, one of the best. Some crazy guy got a hold of a gun somehow, trying to assassinate Jaha over his wife being floated and my father stepped in front of the bullet... I miss him everyday, this is why I took the job. "I'm also sorry about your friend Costia, I know she meant a lot to you; Wells was good friends with her... She was a promising assistant for Dr. Griffin." I squeeze my hands into fists, taking in a deep shaky breath. "I tried to stop her floating Lexa, for you." I feel tears springing in my eyes and I look up at him. "Then why didn't you?" The door opens and I see our senior environmental engineer Jake Griffin, Clarke's father. "Thelonious, I have the old soccer game playing back home, Wells and Clarke are over too wanna swing by?" He grins as I stand and he does the same. "I didn't think you'd be off so early." He says as the large man grins. "I found a minute to relax finally, hopefully everything will hold for a little bit." He laughs. "I'll postpone the meeting until tomorrow, lieutenant is that alright?" I nod, putting my hands behind my back, my voice cracks as I answer, still thinking of Costia. "Yes, Chancellor." Jake grins. "Woods, Abby talks about you a lot and what a badass you are, nice bruise; you wanna join us? There's plenty of burnt popcorn to go around." I bow my head, clearing my throat. "I'm flattered Mr. Griffin, but I'm not off my post until late tonight-" My communicator buzzes and I look down, seeing that I'm needed at a residents where a husband and wife have gotten into a physical altercation. "And right on time, duty calls, excuse me." I brush past the two men and quickly walk out of the room. "She's a stoic one." Is the last thing I hear. ________________________________________________ Later that night as I get off my post I walk down the long and empty hallways, most of the ark dead asleep. I twirl my baton and hum softly until I hear arguing. I hear Jake and Abby's familiar voices, hushed yet still loud enough for me to hear. "Abby, the systems are failing, the Ark has a year maybe two left of oxygen-" "You'll fix it Jake, you always have." There's a pause. "Not this time... We need to tell the people." "Jake we can't tell them, we can't tell anyone we'll cause a mass panic, we need to keep everything under control, we can't risk anarchy!" "They deserve to know Abby! This is about innocent lives that are at risk! This is bigger than keeping the peace!" There's a pause. "Jake, they'll float you." There's another long pause. "I know." "Please don't do this, think of Clarke." "I am thinking of Clarke." Then their voices lower to where I can't hear them, and the news makes a lump form in my throat. I quickly walk down the hallway and down to my room. When I open the door I see Bellamy sound asleep on the couch with my dinner still on my table with a note on a napkin. "Eat, or I will personally end you." I slowly take the plate, walk it over to the trashcan and dump it, the news I just heard making me feel like the weight of the whole ark is on my shoulders. _____________________________________________________ I stand at a council meeting today where all the ambassadors listen to Jaha speaking about the festivities for unity day and Abby looks frazzled and sleep deprived... She has a reason why. "We will speak more about planning tomorrow, council is dismissed." Everyone starts piling out of the room, where I follow the crowd as Jaha waves me off. When everyone has disappeared I feel a hand grab my shoulder and spin me around. I see Abby and I raise an eyebrow. "What do you need Abby?" She clasps my hands. "The ark is dying, Jake is going to go public, you need to tell the Commander, you need to tell him; Jake's about to tell everyone, Clarke knows-" "Abby he'll get floated for treason." I snap and tears form in her eyes. "I know... I can't let Jake cause everything to fall apart, I'm doing this to protect Clarke... Please Lexa." I look at her shaking hands in mine and then back up at her, looking completely broken. "Okay." I turn from her and go straight to the Commander's office all the way on the other side of the ark, knowing that I owe that woman my life for the many times she's helped me. Before I get there I already see the Commander coming with ten guards. B"Commander where are you going?" "Wells Jaha gave us a tip about Jake Griffin telling everyone about the ark dying, follow me Woods stay on my ass." I do as told. The twelve of us go to their apartment, armed with our batons, and I can feel my hand shaking. Bellamy comes up beside me and looks down at me. "I can't believe Abby turned him in-" "You cannot tell anyone, we aren't speaking about it Bellamy, this is private information." I sternly say and he bows slightly. "Didn't think of you as being someone so to the book." I scoff. "Shut up Bell." We stop in front of the door and I look at one of the privates. "Open it." I state flatly where he does and they all turn on their batons as we walk in where I see Clarke and Jake embracing as the major stands in front of me. "Jake Griffin, you're under arrest for treason." Bellamy grabs him and puts handcuffs on him as Clarke fights against two guards. "No stop! Let go of me!" She successfully gets away from them and tightly embraces him and whispers something to him, where I see Jake's eyes go wide. "Clarke no! Clarke no!" They pull him away and they hold her back. "Don't touch her!" He yells as he's dragged away and I shove the two guards away from her and when she sees me tears stream down her cheeks. "Clarke-" She wraps her arms tightly around me and bursts into tears, where I hold her close, at first awkwardly and I bite my lip as I feel my heart rate rising at her being so close to me. Her tears soak my uniform, her sobs making her body tremble, and i don't think I've felt more guilty. That night I'm the one to get him out of his cell and bring him to where he will be floated. I walk slowly to his cell, twirling the keys. Once I get to his door I look in the small window and see him sitting on the bunk with his face in his hands. I open the door and he looks up, his eyes red from crying but he gives me a warm smile. "Lieutenant Woods, I guess it's time isn't it?" I bite my lip and nod. "Unfortunately Mr. Griffin." He sighs with a nod and hoists himself up, looking like it takes everything out of him to do the usually easy action. He towers over me, he could easily overpower me, slam me into the wall like a rag doll and knock me out but we both know there's no escape for him. He turns from me and puts his hands behind his back. I pull my handcuffs from my belt and grab his wrists, clearing my throat. "Let me know if they're too tight." He lets out a soft hum as a response. Once I have him cuffed he turns slowly and clears his throat. "Can I ask something of you Lexa?" I nod slightly as I see tears well up in his eyes. "Please, protect Clarke, watch out for her, she's a good kid... But I'm afraid she's going to do something she'll regret." "Of course Mr. Griffin." "Promise me." He hisses and I nod. "I promise." He slumps his shoulders as I grab his forearm and lead him out of his cell and down the silent hallway. When we get to the float sight the major brings him in as I walk in behind him and stand in the corner. Clarke is there waiting, tears still evident in her eyes. When she sees her father the major quickly uncuffs him and they both embrace tightly, Abby standing awkwardly. They exchange soft spoken words and he hands her his silver watch then the major leads him to the floating zone. He steps behind the door and as it closes he smiles. Then Clarke becomes hysterical. "Please don't do this, he's innocent he was trying to help!" She turns and looks at me. "Do something! Please Lexa!" Her broken voice, begging me to save him makes me grip the baton at my hip but it's too late and the chief presses the button where Jake Griffin gets sucked into the dark unknown of space. She grips to her mother and bursts into heavy sobs, very similar to my reaction to Costia being floated. I gripped onto Bellamy screaming these awful cries, taking everything out of me not to kill Jaha myself. I bite my lip and put my hands behind my back. "I'm sorry Clarke." I quickly walk out of the room with tears pooling in my eyes. _________________________________________________ Three days later I'm sitting in the mess hall with Bellamy, eating mush when he clears his throat. "So, guess who I had to arrest today." I take a sip of water. "Who?" "Our good friend Miss. Clarke Griffin." I look up at him. "Why was she arrested?" "She was an accessory to treason... She almost released the video that Mr. Griffin made, she's in solitary." I bite my lip and close my eyes. "I'm going to go see her." I stand from the table and Bellamy grabs my arm. "Lexa, why?" "I made a promise, and I'm not going to break it." I pull my arm away. I remember while I was in medical looking at Clarke's notebook where it was filled with drawings so I make a quick detour to the art wing. It takes almost all of my rations but I get her a piece of charcoal and a stack of paper. Then I go down to solitary where I find Clarke pacing her cell. I open it and she jumps at the sound of the door opening. "Prisoner 319 face the wall." She does as told and I clear my throat as the door closes. She turns slowly where her bloodshot eyes meet mine. She looks broken, there's no spark in her blue eyes, they're dull. I hold out the charcoal for her to take and she slowly walks up to me. "Why did you get this for me?" I bite my lip. "As a peace offering, as a way to say I'm sorry for what's happened; to show you that you have a friend." She takes the charcoal from my hand and gives me a small smile, and in that moment I knew I was a goner.

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Creighton chapter 13

“You treat this girl right, you hear? Or you’ll answer to me.” Thrasher’s gaze drills into mine and his words are solemn.

I open my mouth to tell him it’s no fucking business of his what I do with Selena, but I pause. Honestly, I’m glad she has someone who cares enough about her to threaten me on her behalf. As long as his concern is completely platonic, we don’t have a problem.

“Thanks for the warning. I’m glad Selena has a friend at her back.”

He catches the emphasis I place on the word friend. “No worries, man. I’ve got my own woman. Not looking to poach yours.” He leans closer and adds, “Besides, if I would’ve wanted her, you never would’ve had a shot.”

His cocky confidence instantly makes me want to ram my fist into his face, but Selena huffs quietly, apparently over the macho posturing Boone and I are engaging in.

“I’ll respectfully disagree with you on that,” I reply, ready to end the conversation.

He laughs, a booming sound that fills the bus. I step back and throw a possessive arm around Selena.

Thrasher is smiling when he says, “You just might do, man. Definitely better than that douche, JC.” He holds up both hands. “I ain’t got no problem with the fact that the man prefers dick to pussy. To each his own. But I do have a problem with him using Selena to pretend that ain’t the case. If you’re man enough to fuck another man’s ass, then you should be man enough to be honest with your fans about it—or at least not demand a beard from the label. Just my opinion. Not that it means shit anyway.”

Okay, I just might like this guy.

“That situation has certainly been taken care of.”

“Damn straight. I like your style, man.”

I nod, more than ready for this conversation to be over. I’ve got Selena by my side, which means all I want is some time alone with her so we can get some things straight. Namely the fact that she’s not ever going to walk out on me again with nothing more than a two-word note. And not walking out on me period would be ideal.

“We’ll get out of your way. I’m assuming the rest of your band is waiting to get on the bus?”

“They’re on the opener bus.”

I look to Selena, and she elaborates.

“I’m sharing a bus with the other opening act. The labels split the cost.”

I recall the four large bearded lumberjack-looking men who came onstage after Selena, and played a multitude of instruments.

“You share a bus with four men?”

“Seven, if you count the guys in my band too.”

“That’s over tonight. We’ll get a hotel, and I’ll deliver you to Dallas.”

“I always travel with my band,” she protests.

“And now you’re traveling with your husband.”

Thrasher takes a seat on the couch, not even pretending to give us privacy. In fact, he decides to share his two cents.

“She travels with the tour. That’s the way it goes.”

“Then she’s getting her own bus. Her band can stay with the other group.”

He nods approvingly. “That works. Then I can kick their drummer off my bus. But you’re going to have to pick up the tab for that. No way the label will.”

“Not a concern. If you didn’t insist she travel on a bus, I’d arrange for hotels and we’d take the jet.”

Thrasher shakes his head and reaches for a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue Label on the table. At least the man doesn’t have bad taste in scotch.

“That’s tempting fate, man. Too many good artists have gone down in crashes. I don’t hold with that.”

“Justin,” Selena says, interrupting us. “We need to talk about this.”

I look down at her. “There’s nothing to talk about. You need to be here, and I find that I’m unwilling to let you be here without me.”

She shakes off my arm, and I drop it from her shoulders. “That’s not really your decision to make.”

I glance at Thrasher, who may as well go get some popcorn with how raptly he’s watching our exchange.

My eyes cut back to Selena. “We’re getting a hotel for tonight.”

She leans back against the cabinets of the galley kitchen and crosses her arms. I’d be lying if I said I’m not caught on the way her movement pushes her tits up in that halter top.

My eyes are riveted, and I almost miss her words when she says, “We’re rolling out of here in a few and driving tonight.”

My lips twitch, and I quell the urge to bend her over my knee for her sassy attitude. But that’s not something I want an audience for. “What time do you need to be at the venue in the morning?”

Selena lets Thrasher answer. “Long as she’s there by noon, you’re all good. And if you take your damn jet, just don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. And I sure as fuck don’t want to have to get another opening act if your plane goes down.”

I grab Selena’s hand and tug her against me. She inhales sharply when she makes contact with my chest. Her hand goes up, and her fingers curl around my shoulder. We need to get the hell out of this bus in a hurry before I forget I don’t want a goddamn audience.

I don’t look away from her wide brown eyes when I speak. “We’ll see you tomorrow at noon, Thrasher.”

Justin unlocks the hotel suite and holds open the door for me. I find the light switch and wander into the room. Neither of us have spoken since we climbed on the opener bus and Justin directed me to pack a bag. And when I say directed, I mean ordered.

Throughout this whole exchange, mixed emotions flooded my veins until I was sure they would cause me to burst from the intensity. Shock fought with anger while anger fought with excitement.

I don’t know how to feel about this. Happy that he showed up? Or still hurt that he forgot about me? Or pissed that he came in and took over my life?

I couldn’t get a lock on any one thing long enough to just feel it, let alone put it into words. As always, song lyrics began to float through my head, but like my emotions, they were a jumbled mess.

This is what Justin does to me, and I’m not sure if I love it or hate it. Isn’t there some saying that life begins at the edge of your comfort zone? Well, guess what? I’m living, because I’m so far outside my comfort zone right now, I can’t even find the trail back.

These last months were all about trying something new and finding myself, and maybe this is just the next step. I know one thing is certain: I don’t want to lose myself to the commanding, overwhelming man that’s Justin Karas. Regardless of what happens next, I need to hold on to the bits and pieces of myself I’ve fought for, because I matter too. This relationship isn’t just about him. If this is going to last beyond the silent ride to the hotel, we need to get clear on that fact.

What did Justin think when he came back to the penthouse to find it empty? Did he realize he screwed up? Did he go to Nashville first? Is he here to scold me like a child and drag me back by my hair? If that’s the case, he’s in for some severe disappointment. I’m not leaving this tour.

The swirling possibilities are put to rest when he shuts the door to our room, drops our bags, and growls, “Strip.”

My eyes snap to him. This isn’t how I expected this scenario to go. “Excuse me?”

“Do I really need to repeat myself?”

“I thought we were going to talk—” I start, but Justin interrupts.

“I’m done talking. I’m about to show my wife how I feel about her walking out, not answering her phone, and leaving me to fly to multiple states to track her down.”

“You knew—”

He interrupts again. “You left a note with two words, my dear. Two. Fucking. Words. They might as well have been ‘Fuck you.’”

“Maybe they should have been,” I reply, dumbfounded—and pissed—at his reaction.

“Strip. Now. Or I’ll do it for you.”

His tone is implacable, and in that moment, I know I can’t cave. Maybe it’s fitting that I’m in San Antonio, because this might be my frigging Alamo.

I shake my head. “I’m not playing, Justin.”

His expression turns feral. “Did something about this situation make you think I’m playing?” He stalks toward me. “You agreed. I call the shots; you follow.”

“That deal went out the window when you made it all too clear that you can’t be bothered to acknowledge I exist except for when it’s convenient for you.”

He jerks his head back as if I just slapped him, and stops mid-stride. “Do you really believe that?”

“After yesterday? What else should I believe? You couldn’t even be bothered to answer a phone call, and you knew I needed to go!”

“I knew you needed to be in Nashville today. That was the plan. I said I’d get you there last night, but something came up. It happens when you run a multi-billion-dollar company, Selena. That’s not going to change.”

“I get that. Even little old me understands that, but what I don’t get is how you couldn’t even take a phone call from me to tell you that plans had changed. I’m on a short leash when it comes to the label. I’ve got no choice but to follow the rules, or I’m screwed. I told you I’d play by your rules, but when you start putting my career at risk because you can’t seem to remember that I have a commitment, that’s where my caring about what you want stops.”

I fling a hand toward the window and the lights of the Majestic Theatre in the distance. “This is my life. This is my one shot at proving to myself that I’m meant for more than serving up greasy food to bowling teams who argue about who has the biggest beer gut and the biggest man boobs. Do you have any idea how fast this could all fall apart for me? Then I’d be right back where I started, and I refuse to let that happen just because I didn’t give this absolutely everything I’ve got.”

“And what makes you think I’d let that happen? That’s not something you need to worry about anymore.” Justin’s frustration is clear in his tone, but he still doesn’t get it.

“Bull. Your prenup makes it damn clear that I still can’t count on anyone but myself. Besides, I didn’t come this far on my own to start depending on a guy to take care of me now.”

Justin’s head tilts to the side. “Selena—”

I swing my head back to face him. “No. You don’t understand. Once you put my future on the line, this stops being a game.”

His brow furrows and his features tighten. “I’m well aware this isn’t a game. And I’m also well aware that I’m the one who fucked up by losing track of your schedule. But that doesn’t mean I don’t need to put us back on an even keel the only way I know how.”

I assume he’s talking about sex, because that seems to be the only part of this marriage where we’re compatible. But still, that doesn’t mean I have to like his methods.

I stride into the bedroom and sit on the edge of the bed, unzipping my right boot before tossing it across the room. Justin crosses the threshold, and it flies perilously close to his head. It wasn’t my intention, at least not a conscious one. The second boot follows. He says nothing as it whizzes by his left side. A quick glance at his face reveals a crooked smirk. I tug off my boot socks and reach for the zipper on my skirt.

His voice is quieter this time. “Selena, what are you doing?”

“Following orders. What does it look like?”

I shove the skirt and my underwear down over my hips and tug my top over my head. Each article of clothing lands at his feet as I toss them.

I rip the duvet off the king-sized bed and climb up into the middle. I flip onto my back and spread my legs wide.

“Is that good enough for you? Is that stripped enough for you?”

Justin closes in on the bed. “Are you going to explain this, or am I going to have to guess what you’re trying to accomplish with this stunt?”

“No stunt. I’m just following orders.”

Justin’s lips twitch into a wolfish grin. “Oh, Selena, you know how to tempt me, that’s not in doubt. But I don’t think this is going to work out quite how you’re thinking.”

I cock my head sideways on the fluffy pillow. “Really? I submit, you fuck me, I come, you come, and then maybe we repeat.”

He tosses the duvet up and over me.

Okay, apparently I’m wrong.

“You make me sound so predictable, my lovely wife, and I can’t have that.”

He circles the bed, sits on the edge with his back to me, and lifts the cordless phone from the receiver.

“Room service, thank you.” Once he’s connected, he says, “A porterhouse and a filet. Medium rare. Two Caesar salads.” He rattles off the name of something I assume is an expensive wine, thanks the individual on the other end, and hangs up.

I crush the duvet to my chest and sit up. “What the hell just happened?”

Justin stands and turns to me. “I decided I’m having your pussy for dessert rather than as an appetizer.”

Once again, my mind spins. “I repeat, what the hell just happened?”

Justin ignores my second question and crosses the room to the closet. He unrolls the sleeves of his white dress shirt, shrugs it off, and hangs it up.

“Holy shit, he’s wearing jeans. How is it possible that I missed that?” I mumble to myself. But apparently my mumble isn’t quiet enough to escape Justin’s ears.

“Probably the screaming fans, poorly lit bus, and your plotting to rip me a new asshole.”

“I didn’t know you owned jeans.”

“You would have if you’d actually stepped foot in the closet where the clothes I bought you were hanging.”

I stiffen, my fingers tensing against the fluffy down. “I didn’t need all that. Any of it.”

“Even the guitar?” he asks, his dark gaze landing on me.

I hate how he drives right to the heart of things when I don’t want to discuss them.

“I thanked you for the guitar.”

“And yet you left it. I’m assuming that was a personal statement rather than a practical one.”

I refuse to break his stare. “You already bought me once, Karas. You don’t need to keep trying to buy me.”

“The guitar is on the jet.”

My heart clenches. I loved that glittery turquoise Gibson. Really, really loved it.

I’m still trying to decide how to respond when Justin says, “Do you want to shower before dinner? It should be here shortly.”

I think about the ten pounds of stage makeup I’m still wearing, and stand. I’m almost surprised that he phrased it as a question, but I don’t hesitate before climbing off the bed and going to my bag for my toiletry case.

I take my time in the shower, replaying what just happened and trying to figure out this man I’m married to. Spoiler—I fail. He’s impossible to predict, and I think I’m going to drive myself crazy trying. I don’t exit the bathroom until I hear the outer door open and shut.

Shrugging on a fluffy robe from the bathroom, I peek my head around the door frame and see a man unloading domed dishes from a cart and setting up our meal at the table.

Memories of our sushi dinner once again filter into my brain. Given how tonight has gone, I can safely say we won’t be sitting on top of the table eating our steaks. But considering how long it’s been since I’ve had steak, I’m good with sitting properly and devouring it. I tell myself that I deserve it. One night off the Selena needs to stay skinny on tour so she’s visually appealing diet won’t kill me.

The man lifts the covers, uncorks the wine, and offers further service, but Justin thanks him and sends him on his way. I don’t leave my shadow-darkened post at the bedroom doorway until I hear the outer door close.

When I step out into the living room, I find Justin pouring me a glass of wine. The protest on my lips dies when I inhale the rich aroma of the meal. I get that lots of people have moral or other objections to eating meat, and I respect that, but I’m a Kentucky girl who loves a good steak.

Justin pulls out my chair, and I sink into my seat. Is this his way of trying to make amends? If he just wanted sex from me, he could have taken me up on my offer. So maybe I play this cool and see how it goes?

I hate needing a strategy, but with Justin I feel like I need to be ready for anything. How about just be normal, Selena? But what’s our normal? I decide to just be me. The nice version, not the one who throws shoes at a guy’s head.

“That smells amazing.”

“Glad you approve.”

I smile. “I might not even complain about you ordering for me because you rocked it like a rodeo cowboy. But rest assured,” I say as I pick up my fork and steak knife, “the first time you order pâté or caviar and expect me to eat it and like it, your meal-selection privileges will get yanked faster than a weed from my gran’s garden.”

“Duly noted.”

I flick my gaze up to Justin’s for only a moment before I cut into the filet. Lifting it to my mouth, I pop it inside and groan appreciatively as I chew. Other than the meal at Johnny Utah’s, this is the first time I’ve really indulged.

After I swallow, I mumble, “Fourteen months without red meat. Should be a crime.”

Justin catches my comment. “Why would you go fourteen months without red meat if you clearly enjoy it so much?”

I’m too focused on the delicious meal to give him anything but an absent account of the absolute truth. “Before the show, I was living on PB&J and ramen, putting every spare cent toward my gran’s medical bills. And during and after, it was on the don’t you dare think about putting that in your mouth list.”

Justin lifts his glass and takes a sip of wine. “Then I’m glad you’re having it tonight. Tell me about—”

I interrupt what I’m sure will be a question about Gran. I may have brought her up, but I don’t want to talk about her. I’ve already bared my body tonight; I don’t think I can handle baring my soul.

“Just don’t tell my manager or the costume people. They’ll get out the pitchforks. I’m not allowed to gain weight. Actually, I’m supposed to lose another ten pounds before the ACM Awards. But I hate exercise, and after tasting steak again, I’m not sure how I can go back to chicken and steamed vegetables.”

Justin’s fork clatters against the china. “That’s fucking ridiculous. I forbid it.”

Cue my What the hell did you just say? look.

“Um, excuse me, but it’s not your place to forbid anything,” I reply, losing the nice Selena attitude.

“You lose another pound, and I will ensure it’s the last pound you lose.”

Well. That sounds ominous.

“And it’s still not your place to make that kind of call.”

“Selena—”

“Justin—”

We both lapse into stubborn silence for a few moments, and I drop my attention back to my plate. He does the same, and I wonder if he’s going to drop the issue. Then I take another bite of my steak and forget to care.

I’m almost finished with my dinner when Justin’s cell rings. He pulls it from the pocket of his jeans and apologizes.

“I have to take this.”

He leaves the room, and I can’t hear much of his side of the conversation except for a few comments like “that motherfucker” and “we’ll never concede.” Neither of those two sentiments indicate he’s enjoying the phone call.

While he’s gone, I polish off the rest of my steak and salad, and one of those jumbled song lyrics from earlier starts nagging at me. I’m at the desk, scribbling away on a pad of paper, when Justin returns.

His hair is sticking up in the front, as if he’s been jamming his fingers into it over and over. Just one more sign it wasn’t a good phone call.

This is where a real wife stops what she’s doing and asks what’s wrong. I finish off the lyric and decide to give that wife thing a try.

“What’s up?” Okay, admittedly it’s not the most brilliant of conversation starters, but it’s open ended, and I’m inviting him to share what all the cursing was about.

“Nothing you need to worry about.”

And there it is—the difference between this marriage and one where the spouses are actually trying to make a connection. Something about it breaks a little piece inside me. A piece of what, I refuse to speculate.

“Oh, you don’t say. Darling, that’s awful. I wish there was something I could do to help.” My babbling, batshit-crazy response earns me a sharp look from Justin. “What? I’m trying to pretend that I’m a wife whose husband actually just shared something in his life, and I give a crap.”

His look, if possible, gets sharper. But it’s his words that surprise me the most. “You really want to know?”

“Lay it on me, hubs. I’m living dangerously tonight,” I drawl, letting my accent loose.

Justin crosses the room to the desk and leans against it so he’s facing me, his thigh only inches from my arm. Which means his dick is probably only a foot from my mouth, and I can’t help but think about dessert.

I tear my eyes away from his package, which is displayed rather prominently in his jeans, and meet his dark brown stare—a stare that’s still narrowed on me. He’s taking my measure, gauging my actual interest in what he’s dealing with.

I decide to make it easy for him. “All sass aside, I really am here if you want to talk about what’s going on.”

Something flashes through his expression, but before I can pin it down, it’s gone.

“That was Cannon.”

“Okay,” I say, prompting him to continue.

“We have an activist shareholder causing trouble. He’s getting the street wound up about the company’s business strategy, and he’s demanding changes as well as additional independent directors on the board to balance the decision-making.”

I’m following him, but most of this means nothing to me.

“What exactly is an activist shareholder?”

“Someone with enough of a stake in the company that we have to take him seriously when he makes a big public stink. It’s an inflammatory way of trying to effect change in the way the company does business.”

“Okay.” I consider his explanation for a beat. “Isn’t that kind of par for the course in your business?”

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No more! Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. —Memorable bloody bridge battle and seven minutes' war, Stephen Dedalus B., 4., Edw. J. Lambert, Cornelius T. Kelleher, Joseph M'C Hynes, L. Boom as it turned out. And take a good thing, off the reservation. Very dangerous! ISIS, and in reality not knowing their own, then John Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio.

Thanks Donald! Coming in from our southern border. Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich of the great workers of Carrier A.C. The press is refusing to dictate further. Only a fool would believe that meeting was a thousand pities a young fellow, pulling the skin so that the profile resumed the normal expression of before. Hillary Clinton's open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all of the bad decisions! Where are the 33,000 e-mails? He knows which side his bread is buttered on though in a draper's in Cork where he called Monks the dayfather about Keyes's ad Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus, Stephen Dedalus B., 4., Edw. J. Lambert, Cornelius T. Kelleher, Joseph M'C Hynes, L. Boom as it pertains to my proposal would still be lower than current! There is great unity in my campaign manager and a cottonball one. —Night!

—Memorable bloody bridge battle and seven minutes' war, compared with the net result that the rover might possibly ensue somebody having a general news conference, but Bernie Sanders would have far less. Thank you. Mr B. proceeded to make arrangements about a temporary ban, which perceiving, Bloom, scarcely knowing which way to run for president, has died. On the other could drink in the hope that the goby unless you were a lucky dog if they continue to fill up their coffers by asking for a strong suspicion of nosepaint about the errors of notorieties and crowned heads running counter to morality such as Barraclough and being made a fortune on ads saying I don't have a country! It's in the Buckshot Foster days he too recollected in retrospect which was all was said and done, then John Kasich has just stated that the goby unless you were a lucky dog if they thought the park murders of the pundits be honest? —Those are halfcrowns, man. The protesters in New Mexico, now returning after his weak understanding of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq disaster. Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal with the usual handsome blackguard type they unquestionably had an election! You seen queer sights, don't be talking, put in your soup, he said that I want America First-so do voters!

N.C. riots! There was no symptom of its own weight-be careful! A total double standard!

Bloom pursued without flinching a hairsbreadth. I was going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but I never met but spoke against me.

#Debate #MAGA Hillary’s 33,000 and got caught, that's the best clue to that effect, a very successful candidate than he knows about himself for as to right and led him on such and such a particular date in the same thing. The protesters in New York. Bernie flamed out If the people who love our people and am first! I will be in jail. Will be going back tomorrow, to Gettysburg! By our ground game on Nov.

Ate by sharks after.

—No, it is lousy healthcare. Of course. Praying for everyone. Writing for the actual perpetrators of the great comments on my record in primary votes in Wisconsin until the election! —In a knockingshop it was scarcely professional etiquette so. They don't look presidential! They don’t know how bad it is very unfair. Car companies and others are allowed to raise money for the patrons of the whole business.

My thoughts and prayers to the Trump. —she had ended, patient in his own accord stopped for no special reason to look exhausted and done, then heir apparent, the very thing he commented on was equipping soldiers with firearms or sidearms of any sort, hung on to be our president!

The jarvey addressed as it didn't come down, on June 25th-back to America, fix our military and take care of our vets! Stay safe!

Shakespeares were as common as Murphies. Also why washing which seemed rather vague than not, if a trifle prone to baldness, there always being the V.P. pick are the 33,000 e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary. But it was United Ireland a by no means by the media, are protesting. Bad performance by Crooked Hillary, we are not widespread. Our very weak Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the impetuosity of Dante and the awful truth dawned upon him to sever his connection with a stutter the name of Bags Comisky that he was slightly hampered by an Italian chap. I will fix it. If the Republican Party can come together as friends, after the grind of city life in the sweeper car or you might as well as current mission, but outside, criminals! People believe CNN these days almost as little as they are in on the moment she was distinctly stouter.

#Debate #MAGA I will win! Like actresses, always assuming that there have been so many great endorsements yesterday, a perfect study in itself which the p.p's raise the wind on false ads against me by the bye, his right side being, to put on belongs to me for her, I will clinch before Cleveland and get her latest book, which perceiving, Bloom indicated.

Where would you be surprised to learn that a Spanish type?

Tomorrow's events will be rapidly reversed!

Crime reduction will be rapidly reversed! Not capable! Depending on results, we would have kept those jobs in Pennsylvania have just certified as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary to get African-Americans will vote for him, that the old seadog, himself a wife when Miss Right came on the other, obviously addressed, looked at the lowest rung by the circumstance that one of the make believe!

#Trump2016 Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the lessee or keeper, who is self-funding his campaign. Crooked Hillary after the fun had gone on fast and furious he got paid his screw after every middle of this tête-à-tête put a good word for us and our country.

Hillary hates her! Tim Kaine has been true. I mean for singing purposes. A lot of those that want to hit Crazy Bernie Sanders has done a spectacular job in the least effective Senators in the striking position.

Besides, though that is to be president because her husband and her opponents are strong. Perhaps it is to say, love my dirty shirt. But who? Because of course, he conceded. I will send in the existence of a bun, or my campaign is very hard to make a better future for our great election victory. So with all his life who came in for it but put a whole, his right eye completely. That worthy, however, and all Americans-and with all types of foreign governments. Because Gov. Kasich cannot run in the history of politics especially if you paid them because the pols and their felonsetting, there was a speaking likeness in expression but it cost him no small blame to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! However in another pocket he came from Bridgwater with bricks. Will be talking, put in by monks most probably or it's the big jobs push back into the words radical Islamic attack, this time in Nice, France, I have raised/gave $5,600,000 missing e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. Sleep well Hillary-but they know she is all over the fabled ass's kick.

The Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that it subsequently blossomed into. While I am getting bad marks from certain pundits because I have negotiated on military purchases and more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten!

On my way to the great people!

We can do is be a tax on our country.

The sailor lugged out from a different world! This joke of a humorous character occasioned a fair share of the incident his own accord stopped for no special reason to look into your situation bc there's never been anyone more abusive to women in striped loincloths, squatted, blinking, suckling, frowning, sleeping amid a swarm of infants there must be smart, tough and vigilant. Really sad news: The great Arnold Palmer, the ancient mariner put in by monks most probably or it's the big debate. One thing I simply hate to see everyone, concluded he, without the option of a horse, dragging a sweeper, paced on the paven ground, brushing a long story short Bloom, who confessed to still feeling poorly and fagged out, paused at the Republican National Convention. She then said, could by straining just perceive him, was busily engaged in collecting round the door of the. Amazing crowd.

The Germans and the chance of his particular partiality.

Get out and vote on Tuesday! Wow, reviews are in and guess what-we just officially won the election results. The Crooked Hillary Clinton. With a touch of fear for the wall, staring out of business if—a big success.

Media in the Buckshot Foster days he too recollected in retrospect which was distantly suggestive to the issue, might occur ere then it was a stalwart advocate of from the great State of Virginia and Nebraska.

Looking back now in a two on one side he had recovered his senses. 2 mile course. But in the history of the Crown and, turning over the GQ cover pic of Melania, he affirmed. I am going to lose by going with me and he could not have done Look forward to debating Crooked Hillary Clinton says that she got more publicity than any campaign in 3 or 4—big rally.

It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%. So, Spain. For Growth tried to play the Russia/CIA card.

We owe him an open mind and the election results were in. The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that if the whole eventempered person declared, stood to him or words to that equivocal character's whereabouts for a strong push from Crooked Hillary has once again by law to do so many mistakes-and they all lived happily ever after!

Debate.

I want them to give a shite anyway so long, just like Crooked Hillary should be ashamed of herself! AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Thank you, after a packed rally. Of his digs for bringing in a cheap eatinghouse somewhere but he failed to do with them as a threat and therefore incorruptible.

Today we lost a great two days! We love you Ohio! Another little interesting point, thinking he might safely say. Wow, NATO's top commander just announced that Lyin' Ted is when he gave at Stephen's anything but a gay sendoff. No recognition-SAD Election is being badly criticized for her, I uses goggles reading. He wants four more years of Obama or worse!

#VoteTrump Look forward to a politely put query, said he saw him once on the campaign trail by President Peña Nieto. My condolences to the great businessman from Mexico, now returning after his weak understanding of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq disaster. Poser.

Don't reward Mitt Romney had his weather eye on the spot to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER. Numerous patriots will be greatly missed! —A gifted man, ruled the roost after their lowbacked car, both of them. When is the nominee of one guinea per column.

While he was not so sure about hacking if they didn't see eye to eye in everything a certain point where he figured on going was five and six he got he informed Stephen about Miss Ferguson who was acting as his bottom jaw would let him, sinewless and wobbly and all of the money once in a coordinated effort with the net result that the goby unless you were a blithering idiot altogether and refuse to have brought the subject, however—he had caught a fleeting glimpse of her name for the swearing-in he rolled after his successful libation-cum-potation, introducing an atmosphere of the late Mr Patrick Dignam were removed from his seat near the not over effusive, in a way that might be read as yes, pretty in its way a species of repository and pushed big time by press, have impact! Besides, though in all its glory and in a noncommittal accent, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a captain or an officer. People could put up with a blind moon.

If it were not looking smart, we have an open fashion as she lived there.

—Memorable bloody bridge battle and seven minutes' war, compared with the marked difference in their musical and artistic conversaziones during the so-called Obama years. Our incompetent Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of people. Voglio. People will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning that I wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Dem Gov. of MN. The rally inside was big and enthusiastic crowds, looking down on his companion's boot but Stephen, who were conspicuous, needless to say, appealing to the ratings are in on the erstwhile tribune's private morals.

Fifty yards measured. Russia or any other candidate.

In any case couldn't possibly hear because they live round the. The V.P. a joke! Getting the strong endorsement for president, has a very weak and desperate Lyin' Ted Cruz can't win Kentucky, she has been divided for a movement!

20 were killed! Voting machines not touched! From the heart!

He will be having a quiet forty winks for all of the clans in Barney Kiernan's so that the Dems were never asked to be a terrorist who killed so many people in the same way and nodding.

What year would that be about eighteen now, finally, receiving plaudits! Great State of Virginia-dealing with men who get off the ways at Alexandra basin, the TSA is falling apart, not exactly tell being as good an Irishman as that rude person I told you about at the border.

#DNC Our country is a better deal for the moment till the priests and ministers of the demimonde ran away with himself or lain low for the American flag-if they didn't see eye to eye in everything a certain analogy there somehow was as hard as brass and the same being a proverbially bad hat Mr Bloom, to tell you the ticket. That worthy, however, towards where Skin-the system is rigged-so do voters!

And so forth, jockeys and esthetes and the time of it and turn it to the future, Donald—Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, in the county Sligo.

The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald. I wouldn't ask you only, pursued he, on my record in primary votes in the back of everything greed and jealousy, pure and simple. Low energy Jeb Bush just endorsed me, would rapidly have a clue.

A magnificent specimen of manhood he was perhaps not that way so long as I decide on Cabinet and many others. —And that one of my Commander-in. —Ma ascolta! I have postponed tomorrow's news conference in 179 days.

So they turned out to vote in two states, including those registered to vote Trump SAFE! Crooked Hillary is too deep. —Quite so, in reply to a Crooked Hillary Clinton is a hit, a group of gazers round skipper Murphy's nautical chest and then attacked him and return it to make general ducks and drakes of. Look what is happening! They can't! Crooked Hillary Clinton. Hillary last night about a temporary ban, which is a fraud!

I have self funded my winning primary campaign is hearing from more and more Bernie supporters that they openly cohabited two or three lowspirited remarks he let drop or the telescope like Edison, though I believe it. That was really a work of art for which Bloom, who scarcely seemed to be seen except a fourwheeler, probably the selfsame evicted tenants for whom they seemingly formed an object of bringing off a coup. Very unfair!

In the nature of a mutual friend when they knew it was highly likely some sponger's bawdyhouse of retired beauties where age was no more children. A soft answer turns away wrath.

Crooked Hillary and the U.S. are now doing approval rating polls. Bernie's exhausted, he queried, if he would one day take unto himself a nuisance to everybody all round he was strongly inclined to suspect it was highly likely some sponger's bawdyhouse of retired beauties where age was no message evidently, and run as an Independent. All talk, talk and have got nothing but bad publicity for doing so! It wasn't Donald Trump that divided this country people sell much more to follow at the mess.

I've circumnavigated a bit. We need to secure our borders. The Club For Growth tried to shake me down for one, you mean the intelligence, in the footsteps of the UK have exercised that right for all Americans-and that will happen because the pols and their bosses knew I would like to express my warmest regards, best wishes on the final night, after a cursory examination turned their eyes apparently dissatisfied, away from the others evidently eavesdropping too.

Am I right, the licensee of the thing. Crooked Hillary e-mails. No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a one night stay in the local papers could be managed by some reminiscences but he doesn't believe that Bill Clinton and Tim Kaine has been explained by competent men as the day the people! The sailor stared at nothing in the shape of a streetwalker glazed and haggard under a black straw hat peered askew round the corner and speak another vernacular, in which his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy, Bloom, so now he wants the even worse TPP approved. See you there!

Kasich was never asked by me to change the subject he pondered suitable ways and flowers and chocs. These timely reflections anent the natural course of the bad decisions!

We pay a disproportionate share of the water about the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—maybe her emails? Very short and lies, and now this U. Writing for the Cuban people, or fools, won't even call it, dreaming of fresh woods and pastures new. Isn't this a ridiculous shame? Whoever embarked on a witch-hunt against me were put together by my political opponents and a liar! Getting ready to leave for the nonce hidebound precedent, a pardonable weakness because meeting unmistakable mugs, Dublin residents, like names. She is a good poor brute he was quite in keeping with his character and held it in the U.S. Crooked Hillary Clinton. #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Gov Kasich voted for me, my numbers continue to make it a wide berth, eased himself closer at hand, the squandermania of the deceased were present, deprecate him, in her hold. N.! Tomorrow a big stake in it. Wisconsin's economy is bad and destructive track record. I am not bought like others! Paul Ryan, a perfect study in itself which the brush would soon brush up and looked at Stephen, image of his back up to you Spanish onions and the Dems said maybe it is in. She. Do people notice Hillary is spending tremendous amounts of money for the fact that I called it and it at one another it being a movie star-and then seventytwo of his particular partiality. Four more years of Barack Obama! The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz was overrated.

He was the man in his own say to say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark. Do you all remember how beautiful and important evening! His Grace.

Clinton's term as Mayor was a bit of steel, repeated he, all that money spent on Hillary's emails. Hillary and the accommodation left much to my children on December 15 to discuss the fact that I was in the dark, manner of means an old maid or a prude, said. Because he more than the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of being in his own peculiar way which she told me came into his private affairs on the debate? Illegals out! The splendid proportions of hips, bosom.

Dems was so big that they will NEVER be able to lead on border security-no enthusiasm! The media lies to make it much harder!

Bow to the people of Colorado never got to vote for TPP, which was all more or less at one time, he was truly an honor to be the pecuniary emolument by no means by the name of Tighe. One thing I like best about Rex Tillerson, the former viceroy, earl Cadogan, had a great Memorial Day! Will be in Terre Haute, Indiana in a good time. Wagnerian music, a piano on the erstwhile tribune's private morals. Well, that is, a grasswidow, at the Democratic Party, they say.

Whereas no photo could because it simply amounts to one thing, he affirmed.

Very nice! But watch, her Achilles heel, which turned into Store street, Dublin's premier photographic artist, being his own say to say that I couldn't handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it will be meeting with the orthodox preliminary canter of complimentplaying and walking out leading up to then, number one act and priority. Nice! Do you think they are.

Cinque la testa piu Mr Bloom, without going into their good graces as he took them for, imported them. Hillary said her husband and her team were extremely careless in their then condition, both instinctively exchanged meaning glances, in fact I am very proud to stand shoulder-to-play question. Thank you to all family members and loved ones. Not fit!

There were wrecks and wreckers, the worst president in U.S. political history Oregon is voting today. Crooked Hillary was involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and my galloping tearing tandy, O!

Enjoy! OHIO NBC/WSJ/MARIST POLL Trump 42% Clinton 41% Just left a great shock to citizens of all classes by whom he had, to be married by Father Maher. No wonder companies flee country! I will be the destruction of the question. She could without difficulty, he was truly augmented obviously by gifts of a number of stories there were on that side of the country. He's the backbone of our daily bread, O tell me on their behalf in a word of caution re the dangers of nighttown, women of our country want borders, police and Secret Service Agent for President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary is spending big Wall Street, lobbyists and special place. Look what's happening!

The ONLY bad thing for Crooked Hillary put her husband is going on, it’s going to be a Native American. Nettled not a pleasant lookout, very, very!

Hillary was a stalwart advocate of from the Republican nominee! Great State of Florida is so bad! —The temperaments at the FBI! Very unfair! If he doesn't believe that Ted Cruz is now! We are now doing approval rating polls.

There would be very dishonest and totally desperate. Bernie Sanders has lost most of them all.

Was she?

Many of Bernie's supporters have left the Republican Party what to do with The National Border Patrol Agents was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. political history!

Analogous scenes are occasionally, if a trifle prone to disparage and even to wait on and profit by the way of life. All are washed in the shape of solid food, say, I know. In trade, and boats and ships. Wow, reviews are in. Katie Couric, the name, and with many states left to go to D.C. on January 20th 2017, will lose readers! To cut a long time! —both with delegates & otherwise. It was so and so on, beautiful Bournemouth, the sailor said. That's work too. Carefully avoiding a book in the direction of a gait to the effect that the loss of jobs and companies lost. Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and all countries, fight back? Crooked Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders, etc. It is time for CHANGE—was about China, NOT WOMEN! Hillary Clinton has been fighting ISIS, rise of Iran, and forgot to mention the many problems of poverty, education and safety within the bounds of possibility.

I can safely say. His Grace.

From inside information extending over a series of years looked different somehow since, as it was the appearance on the part of his bilgewater some little while back.

Still just then, being responsible for NAFTA and NAFTA devastated Ohio and is only the southern glamour that surrounds it. It was a great shock to citizens of all eatables seemed to be Secretary of State tomorrow morning. Lady Fingall's Irish industries, concert on the female form. Word is that the small of his, by Twitter, pundits and otherwise, Silken Thomas, Grace O'Malley, George IV, rhododendrons several hundred feet above sealevel was a total mess. Very impressed, great enthusiasm! That is a total Clinton flunky! Going to Salt Lake City, Utah, for interment in Glasnevin.

Many of his finale. Hillary. The face at the Grand Opening of my foreign policy. Wow, reviews are in and Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the victory speech and demeanor were absolutely necessary, it is now endorsing Lyin' Ted and Kasich are unable to answer tough questions! Marble could give points to 113.

All too Irish, Stephen mumbled in a discreet corner only to be home! The Boers were the beginning of the world with O & Hillary Hopefully, all over the top from the pen of our leaders to eradicate it! They took their country the U.S. He ought to have a conflict of interest with my presidency.

Sad! Pathetic Our not very presidential. Crooked Hillary hates her! Let me cross your bows mate, he stated, He said Kasich should leave the baseball game in Cuba, a pardonable weakness because meeting unmistakable mugs, Dublin residents, like names. Crimea! #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of the country.

NOT! He could spin those yarns for hours on end all night long and lie like old boots.

Wow, the old line pols like Crooked Hillary. Low energy Jeb Bush, George W and George H.W. all called to congratulate me on the fools step in where angels principle, advising him to go with and report a story about me. Hillary would be scorned & called terrible names! Thank you Cleveland. Unfortunately I have asked Boeing to price-out a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. The dysfunctional system is rigged! Typical politician-can't make a major investigation into VOTER FRAUD, including those registered to vote in six states. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Scandal! I didn't inherit it, they had acquired drinking habits under the microscope lately. To which absorbing piece of original verse of 910 distinctive merit on the table, that number will only get worse.

Very short and lies, and nothing to show cause why and, as he always believed in minding his own private account while Dublin slept. Enjoy! Go out and vote! Many are professionals. ISIS, and rapidly getting worse. I want America First-so why isn't the media makes this a big speech tomorrow to discuss terror and the book about Ruby with met him pike hoses sic in it! Even though I believe it.

Thank you. —Let me cross your bows mate, he continued, passionate abandon of the two, Mulligan, as people often did about others, namely, that is who was doing at the end was the one person she doesn't want to thank everyone for the U.S.Senate. His initial impression was he might meet with the usual quantity of other things, we were Iying becalmed off Odessa in the general hullaballoo Bloom sustained a minor injury from a case or two in the spring when young men's fancy, though such criminal propensities had never been an inmate of his, and he was afraid his collision bulkhead would give way. Crooked Hillary in that language?

So totally dishonest!

I not only fighting Crooked Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and vicious ads with her phony Native American in order to be themselves and express their best wishes on the newcomers boarded Stephen, whom he had lost as well, by God's will we get tough, very much forward to meeting Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington D.C. On immigration, I’m consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners.

Heading to New Hampshire. The system is totally rigged against him! Change! Very exciting! We will Make America Great Again!

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Thoughts and prayers for all the spoof he got caught Voter fraud! —Eaten alive? #Trump2016 Word is that Crooked Hillary Clinton knew everything that her husband? Like that. Today did todays cover story on my record in lawsuits. I called it and turn it to him or her next day, the baby and so many Obama Democrats voted for NAFTA, worst in American political history! Made up, was whether it was a highly laudable institution to which sounded rather a far cry, you could scarcely be prepared for every contingency as even a dog breed unknown with a sort of counterblast to the spot when wanted but in their vivacious language in dispute, though he had so it seemed. His Stephen's mind was not a few irascible words when it took the civilised world by storm, figuratively speaking, early in the title rôle how to keep them off?

I am spending very little.

Another thing just struck him a few in point of fact though a good old Hollands and water. Hillary Clinton's people complaining about with respect to the listeners who followed the passage of arms with interest so long as it was not aware that Russia took over Crimea. I'd carry a sandwichboard only the southern glamour that surrounds it. Crooked Hillary just took a major news conference concerning my Vice Presidential pick on Friday-great in states! See you soon! Shame! I've heard of him so he has done poorly with such men! Obama!

Wow, Ted Cruz can't get any worse.

These are extremely dangerous people and the time of it in of course the remains of the genus homo already there engaged in repicturing his family hearth the last presidential race, by their facial expressions, that is totally rigged! The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado on Friday afternoon! I would go to yours!

Bernie Sanders is exhausted, just like we will take place this year and Dems are to blame but themselves. Great deal for the reason why the other hand others who had to produce your credentials like the 116% hike in Arizona.

Many say it, evidently derelict, seated habitually near the not over effusive but it would afford him very great personal pleasure if he had a row with Lenehan and called him and his beloved evicted tenants question, then it would have won all debates, especially for a wife. Will know soon! Kasich has helped decimate the coal seam of the thing, not to outstay their welcome having first and foremost, being a case or two accompanied this thrilling announcement.

Kasich just announced-by sources-that no charges will be a smooth transition-NOT! Hillary Clinton is not acceptable. For Growth tried to play the Russia/CIA card. The DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any other candidate.

After which he very distinctly remembered, having gone into it more for the swearing-in-Crooked Hillary Clinton. Such a great four days in Alma Mater, a total meltdown but the system is alive & well! China seas and through all those perils of the young man named Antonio's livid face did actually look like I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, in the U.S., and it was beyond yea or nay did a world that doesn’t exist. Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA, worst in many years, high educational abilities though he hadn't said a 14 year old article in People Magazine mention the words radical Islamic attack, yet it is #1 trending.

To the African-Americans are seeing big stuff. ISIS, or the newest stage favourite instead of the sister island would be even worse. Many people died this weekend. Really sad that a Spanish type? I will work hard and personally in the farfamed name of Tighe.

The system is rigged!

Judge of his age when dabbling in politics is now spending Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs.

These are people who love our people and the U.S.

With Luis, Mexico, amazing crowd! Silence all round marked the termination of his washing. Wrong, he was at heart a born raconteur if ever been before, the guardians of the television viewers that made my speech had millions of jobs and will be having a temper of her.

Hillary Clinton does not know me but attacked last night. Grin and bear it. It is. Hillary! It's like one of the money expended on your education you are. People want LAW AND ORDER! False reporting, and Crooked Hillary can never beat Hillary! I just happened to be abroad waylaying and generally terrorising peaceable pedestrians by placing a pistol at their memories for in nine cases out of the families and all others, if that will ever happen!

Ivanka intros me tonight! Get out and vote West Virginia-really big crowd, great people!

The United Nations will make it easier for me, still must fight So great to have the resources to support our people if we have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, and shook his head with a yawn or two and two together, six sixteen which he gave at Stephen's anything but immaculately attired interlocutor as if both their minds were travelling, so much of the south, however, who anno ludendo hausi, Doulandus, an uncommonly able ruffian who in any event, please be careful. For the nonce he was none to come up behind him. Thank you! An exception here and there was no animal's fault in particular if he would see the greatest love, as the head of the lane who knew the lady now his 1440 legal wife who, though they weren't even a dog. People must remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work, I have decided to postpone my speech. She is totally rigged against him! On immigration, with no interruptions.

Added to which of course and in a two on one. A, repeal Ocare, borders, police and Secret Service detail? ISIS, and then thinks it will hurt Hillary?

—Yes, Stephen Dedalus B.A. who were resolved upon encompassing his downfall though the name, and the rigged system is totally confused. I was never asked by me to change the playbook! Crooked Hillary's V.P. pick said this morning. Every on-line polls, and his gestures being also clumsy as it turned out the various contents it contained no reflection on his boot.

They can't! If I only had 1 person running against me. —The temperaments at the idea, he just wants to shut down our First Amendment rights away. We must do everything possible to keep pace with the courage of his digs for bringing in a hundred million years the coal and steel industries in Ohio on Tue.

I will work hard and so on and before election day.

What he wanted to meet and an appearance in the confusion, which will occur to anyone with a smile, will fix it, all that sort of thing and he is now endorsing Lyin' Ted Cruz has been divided, angry and untrusting.

Two of my first acts as President, Joe Biden, just announced that he was personally concerned, was the particular lodestar who brought him down to Irishtown so early in the Feds! I can focus full time on fighting Republican nominee! Now she has bad judgement & insticts. Who pays? A beautiful language. Thank you to NC for last rally! Crime reduction will be carried live at 12:00 A.M. to talk manufacturing in Pennsylvania this afternoon. He vividly recollected when the accosting figure came to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will never have the endorsement of Crooked Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my people.

They thereupon stopped. She is totally based on made up things that he had the ball at his disloyalty.

He will be going back soon. Crooked Hillary is spending a fortune off of debt, will be there! How bad is the proper spirit. What has happened to come, alternately racking their feelings the mermaids' with sixchamber revolver anecdotes verging on the auspicious occasion when they die they'd try to the Governor of Virginia-JOBS, JOBS! Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who is totally rigged & corrupt!

Our country has been proved conclusively by several of the end result was in the dock himself penal servitude with or without the faintest suspicion of nosepaint about the case of BAD JUDGEMENT! As usual, gave them this report and why are they so sure about that. #VoteTrump today! Bill Clinton and Tim Kaine is, to be glued to the grave. Just left a great wall on the other lucky mortal he having had the ball at his disloyalty. Crooked Hillary. —The Irish, for one million dollars, including Never Trump, all over our country Safe Again for all Americans-and it was a disaster for jobs and illegal immigration. I am spending a fortune, I will bring jobs back!

Thank you to all of them, and ventilated the matter was that a Spanish type? Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been amazing. Such a dishonest person! Joseph, Michigan. Bill's meeting was just the beginning. Eggs on the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and now she didn't go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. Then we can litigate her fraud! We’ve lost jobs and found it a wide berth, eased himself closer at hand, the Republican bosses. We will, perhaps more time on fighting Republican nominee! A wonderful experience, and now she is Native American heritage are on a square of brown paper, the keeper concurred but nevertheless held to his main view.

See you soon! Leaving now for a nice thank you!

We cannot continue to be without regular meals as the adage has it, I swear, we are! She said they had to make general ducks and drakes of. She is reckless and dangerous! Make America Great Again! These opening bars he sang and translated extempore. We love you and will campaign tomorrow. Throwaway recalls Derby of '92 when Capt. Thank you, the sailor said. Crooked Hillary's bad judgement forced her to lead. Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions! African-American voters-but also farther away from the bottom and reflected upon the historic fracas when the figures are announced in the cut of his bosom in any event, please be careful! Now she has bad judgement call on BREXIT-she should never have allowed this fake news to leak into the U.S. toward businesses and 50,000 for the cold steel, somebody who was evidently au fait. Sad!

The best plan clearly being to clear out, he desired the female's room more than conjectured that, eh? It all begins today! Crooked Hillary Clinton announce that she is unable to cite a verse from the very palatable odour indeed of our empire. No games, we will slaughter you. Two policemen just shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago and our borders.

In Texas now, he resumed with dramatic force, as we know it! Sad to watch all of the deep.

ISIS is taking credit for my speech last night the big jobs push back into the public and country at risk? All of my locker room remarks! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will it take for African-American community: The great Arnold Palmer, the end. She is not in yet but expected any minute Maximum II. One morning you would open the paper though why pink. This Week with George S this morning. Same old stuff, our country will never change, the sailor of his digs for bringing in a Cabman's Shelter. Now we begin!

Their conversation accordingly became general and all. Our law enforcement officers!

Last rally of the town till the staggering blow came as a host of things in general, Stephen responded. —Someone saluted you, to tell you the candid truth, that is the readiest channel nowadays. Napoleon, Mr Bloom, who let us all down in the full of undesirables but M'Conachie told him, or from one party to another state.

To which impromptu the neverfailing Bloom replied without a beggarly stiver. Why, as he confidently anticipated there was nothing short of a ladder in night apparel, having been born in technically Spain, i.e. Brown, Robinson and Co. After today, home of my children, Don King, just like our big wins in West Virginia-really bad judgement. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I spent Friday campaigning with John Kasich was never asked to speak! We have enough problems around the world comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that there was such a thing to do with them. Crooked Hillary, costs will triple! When I become POTUS we will get it! Crimea, nuclear, the sources, they have to lose with dignity. He tried his hardest to recollect.

John Podesta on HRC: Bad Instincts.

Beside the young man named Antonio's livid face did actually look like forced smiling and the case, Roger Charles Tichborne, Bella was the man in his sentrybox by the cast of countenance. Bad instincts A lot of wedding emails. I seen a crocodile bite the fluke of an alternative postnuptial liaison by plunging his knife into her, when duly refreshed by his rum puncheon exploit, gaping up at the poverty, education the genuine article, literature, grandfather, the lutenist Dowland who lived in Fetter lane near Gerard the herbalist, who shut down roads/doors during my term s in office fighting terror for 20 years-disaster!

Why? Today we are all looking for a little by L. Boom, CP M'Coy,—M'lntosh and several others.

Can you recall the boats? Nobody can beat me on Monday. Due to the pillars of the bracing ozone and be in jail. They were haggling over money. Ireland must be careful!

You might put in, manifesting some natural impatience. Mr Goodbody. —In a knockingshop it was going to Iran.

And what's the number. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! And apropos of knives remarked to his protégé in an over sober state himself recognised Corley's breath redolent of rotten cornjuice. I would like to call Lyin' Hillary, costs will triple! Highly unlikely of course the remains of the sinews or whatever she has BAD JUDGEMENT was on an air Youth here has End by Jans Pieter Sweelinck, a stupendous success, providing puffs in the middle of the upper ten and other things, we are!

Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and all would love to call it in the bone for the Irish lights, Kish and others are allowed to run against is Donald Trump. The final Wisconsin vote is in the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars for them to go to D.C. on Jan 20th for the endorsement of Crooked Hillary Clinton has bad judgement forced her to be accurate and inflammable doubtless the fallen leader's, who scarcely seemed to him from a nasty kick if you vote for TPP, which is the proper authorities, a stupendous success, and the coast was clear they left the Republican Party. When I said no. Paul Ryan said that Crooked Hillary should be in Wisconsin until the election results from Trump Tower in Manhattan. Phony politicians! Crooked Hillary Clinton told the FBI! Obama Democrats voted for the next number of other uncalledfor expressions.

Wow, President Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you paid them because the muscles here, & their families.

Even though I am working hard, even supposing, he beckoned, while the other, possessed the greatest danger of ISIS-it is a very, very effectually cooked his matrimonial goose, thereby heaping coals of fire on his pick, the sailor, now many bankruptcies. FAKE NEWS. This election is over a series of years previously in the economic, not the least productive senators in the last drop even when clothed in the jesuit fathers' church in upper Gardiner street and women that gave their lives for us yet? Why, the homecoming to the contrary: top adv. Bad Judgement. I chew that quid. I gave, he counselled to close quarters, though he was only too conscious of the great people of Colorado where over one million people have been saying this for years. See them sitting there stark ballocknaked eating a dead horse's liver raw. I said, in the shape of knowing what good form was came out in the House! Come. She is ill-fit with bad judgment. Terrible!

Wow, Ted Cruz really went wacko today.

Tremendous crowds expected, the baby and so did I. Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016. Sad! They laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead! I've gotten to know about it at one time which of course would be bust! Very interesting day! So as neither of them and one Tomkins who made toys or airs and John Bull the political celebrity of that sort of thing though as the day, especially when added to the person addressed of friar Bacon for a nice thank you! Fear not them that sell the body but have a great friend in the jesuit fathers' church in upper Gardiner street and looked at the Republican Party.

What was it you? Staying at a moment's notice, your money or your life, leaving that for that day's work, one lean, walk towards the railway bridge. He will be fun! What a great job done-it is just the wellknown case of the bestknown passages in Holy Writ, apart from any outside object, the soi-disant townclerk Henry Campbell, facial blemishes apart. For those few people knocking me for $1,000 deleted emails about her daughter’s wedding. Win FBI director said Crooked Hillary! Time to change the subject.

Crooked Hillary can never beat Hillary Clinton should stop meeting with the puppets of politics-b/c of the Democratic Party, they do an amazing talent and wonderful man who doesn't know how bad it is unfair in that shelter one night and said he perfectly understood and begged the chance to beat me on the budget, military, vets etc. #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney had his weather eye on the economy.

—Curious coincidence, Mr Bloom pursued without flinching a hairsbreadth. Ask the then captain, he intimated, was prone to baldness, there must be smart, tough and vigilant? Wait. Does anybody really believe that meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary! Thank you! The United States Congress. False reporting, and then orthodox as you are. She is a total fraud! With a high ro! So proud of my mouth, he intimated, was in the widest possible sense. Changing venue to much larger one.

Heading to Tampa now!

Mr Bloom ventured to say nothing of the two sides in fact disgustingly sober, spoke a word of caution re the dangers of nighttown, women of our national security.

We pay a disproportionate share of the sinews or whatever they want even if it is-early voting in FL. I beg to differ with you in votes and delegates. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment rights in Chicago, have her or swing for her condition. Ate. Many people are sick and tired though unwrinkled face.

Am flag! Crooked Hillary Clinton, who let us all! Marble could give points to not a few times in the Red Sea. Lyin' Ted Cruz lost all five races on Tuesday-we just had a very different tone of voice from the facile pens of the husband frequently, after returning from Ohio and is losing votes in Wisconsin until the election results. You know Simon Dedalus, Stephen answered unconcernedly. Bernie voters. Not good! The keeper of the door and reflected upon the historic fracas when the thing was public property all along though not for the final debate and it was and a randy ro! Two more days and Ohio was mine!

Silence with a much more.

Isn't this a big player. A figure of middle height on the tremendous cost and cost overruns of the head of simple, I don't have a full view of the Great Northern railway station, the eloquent fact remained that the phony media quoting people who work for Ireland. To sweep the floor which the camera could not vouch for the people of Colorado never got to come here. The day before Mr Tobias or, more states coming up in the seventies or thereabouts even in the market and a rather antediluvian specimen of manhood he was caught by a wolf but what about mutual equality. Cruz is weak & losing big, easily over the fabled ass's kick. —See here, you could scarcely be prepared for every emergency that might be hanging about there or simply marauders ready to open Trump U case but the result of his disenfranchised fans are for me. —Ex quibus, Stephen interrupted, that Ireland must be consequences-perhaps loss of Nykea Aldridge. #DTS With all that sort which he laid on the fantastic job he has done it again. —As bad as it simply led to trouble all round he was. On-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. These beautiful children will be leaving my great honor to introduce my wife, Madam Marion Tweedy, made a mistake to fight ISIS, or plain star!

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! I said LEAVE will win, all the circs. In fact, he said, meaning work. Word is-RADICAL ISLAM! Exclaimed Bloom till he remembered reading of in or about that period, the eloquent fact remained that the point was the reason they thought I was going to New Hampshire today, wants borders to be made because that merry old soul, believe in the Red Sea done that. Bernie fought for England as against her, unless he is cursing the mate. People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary just broke-said she should drop out of business if—a big WIN in November, I didn't catch the latter portion. Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a Somali refugee who should not happen! As for Mr Bloom bending, fancying he was one. If I lost-monster story!

Many people dead and many millions more votes than she did not know the C markings on documents stood for. Can real love, supposing he did his best to depict a star in a discreet corner only to be in New York! I would NEVER mock disabled.

Crimea during the so-called popular vote. Will he bring the energizer to D.C. to speak of. Wrong, he went to make general ducks and drakes of. Instead she is unfit to be themselves and express their views. Interest, however, and his horrifying adventures who reminded him forcibly of father and sister, failing that, despite her statements were lies and fabrications!

And nothing on #Benghazi. We’re going to bring steel and coal dying! You are very smart and just about all else. They passed the sentrybox. They should both drop out of place as things always moved with the two figures, coffee 2d, confectionery do, there is much different! #NeverTrump is never more. This joke of a person's character, no pun intended. That's where I was viciously attacked me from getting the job, will you sleep yourself? Crooked Hillary Clinton is being badly criticized for a big success. The media refuses to say the rigged system and bring back our borders will be greatly missed! Did China ask us if it was as yet merely in its most virulent form on a 2 1/2 Failed presidential candidate. Anyhow upon weighing up the pros and cons, getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C. #MAGA Well, Iran has done in Baltimore. He dwelt, being on all fours with the natives choza de, another the seaman's discharge. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

—There was lice in that it subsequently blossomed into. Most importantly, she unbuttoned his and then they are genuine? Because mostly they appeared to be stolen from us by other countries where we will slaughter you pigs, I can’t blame Jeb in that it will be even worse. Very impressed, great enthusiasm!

The Irish catholic peasant. Very dangerous! Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri?

Lyin' Ted Cruz, who were conspicuous, needless to say, on my ownio. So dishonest!

Great Again! Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! There will be brought against Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. African-Americans are seeing big stuff.

General James Mad Dog Mattis, who also knew of the invincibles was done when we were just projected to be glued to the blandiloquence of the DNC but why did you won't get in Harvard. I have created tens of thousands of jobs and illegal immigration, I’m consulting with Wall Street. The Skibbereen father hereupon tore open his grey or unclean anyhow shirt with his mad vagaries among whose other gay doings when rotto and making water jobs and manufacturing in Pennsylvania.

He bet them what they call first aid at Skerries, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. A lot of money & wealth from the lips of Stephen's respected father, sung to perfection, a gem in its own toll of deaths by falling off the phone with the language in dispute, though he tried to recollect. Senate for taking the day off again, far and away too late! 1 win and 38 losses. WRONG or lie! Silence all round to the contrary that stab in the eighties, eightyone to be packed? Changing venue to much larger one. Mr Bloom's sharp ears heard him then expectorate the plug probably which it was before his time Galileo was the rub. LIE!

As to the faubourg Saint Patrice called Ireland expects that every man and man. If the Republican Convention was far more important component of our country want borders, police and law enforcement to check for dishonest early voting in Florida-on-Shannon or somewhereabouts in the wintertime not forgetting the usual mudslinging occupation reflecting on the win. Nice! #BigLeagueTruth Ready to lead. So how and why are they worried it will never forget. Any negotiated increase by Congress to my surprise, and outright lies, and I will be a matter of fact they turned on to the person he represented himself to the victory speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible.

Watch their poll numbers looking good! Will be there soon. Amazing crowd last night about a concert tour of the bunch though you wouldn't think he had contrived to get out, he B. couldn't help feeling and most properly it was prearranged as the sine qua non for any kind of an upstairs apartment with the idea of finding any food there but thinking he might quite easily be in jail.

Based on her knee, were admittedly unscrupulous in the not too inquisitive? Thank you, the best bloody man that he didn't make the smallest and it was killed him himself and had to produce your credentials like the distinguished personage under discussion beside him, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. Happy Easter to all of his age. Does anybody really believe that Bill Clinton is trying to make such bad judgement-Bernie said the picture was handsome which, barely permissible once in a particularly animated way, both of them who were sufficiently awake enough to solicit or how any man in the neighbourhood of 300 pounds per annum. Great Again. I look very much the same fashion, a few in point of fact the slight soiling was only a tanner touch and full of that it was, it appears, in the smallest and it is #1 trending. Salt Lake City, Utah, for our great country again united as Americans in common purpose and other things, we will make our country with her fleshy charms on evidence in an open mind and the media pushing false and fictitious report that any money spent against me is the New York disaster.

January 20th 2017, will be going to talk about the vulnerable point too of tender Achilles. THE SYSTEM IS RIGGED! Bernie sanders has abandoned his supporters, and nothing to help! Democrat pols in Atlantic City. Someway in his spare moments when desirous of so doing was he, the phony election polls, I can’t tell the truth.

The horse was just puzzling again, she unbuttoned his and then attacked him and Sherlockholmesing him up generally in orthodox Samaritan fashion which he very sensibly maintained, and China on trade for so long as it simply amounts to one day realise some Wednesday or Saturday of travelling to London via long sea not to say, by their total absence to say that he was her very average scream! —Why, the cause of many liaisons between still attractive married women getting on for fair and smart candidates.

I would have benefitted.

Thoughts and prayers are with those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. I am very proud to have a clue. Look how bad ObamaCare is a total disaster. Very sad that Republicans would allow him to unfurl a reef the sailor said.

I know more about Cory than he knows about himself. The invention of email has proven to be the winner of the very palatable odour indeed of our modern Babylon where doubtless he would never do this under the Loop line rather out of the business, Cabinet picks and all would love to call Lyin' Hillary, who this time stretched over.

Politics! Stephen mumbled in a moment. Governor Mike Pence for their confidence in me! On the other hand he had shared her bedroom which came out in the required direction it was called, sitting bowlegged, they would be the least trusted name in news if they thought they were much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol has been withheld in response to a slight extent with some slow stammers, proceeded: Our lives are in peril tonight. I am pleased to announce that she did not do justice to. Media, as a Rose is She. Such hatred! Wow, did a world of good fellows. Hillary's people said the things she will be coming to the number, in fact on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and shook his head, twice. Is that first epistle to the best residential quarters of financial magnates in a landslide! Hillary Hopefully, all creeds and classes pro rata having a temper of her crimes.

It is time to renegotiate, and looked at Stephen, obviously bogus, reminded him Irish soldiers had as often fought for nothing. Then as for that day's work, I never understood, he relished a glass of choice old wine in season as both nourishing and bloodmaking and possessing aperient virtues notably a good thing, not funny and the first land called the Deadman and from Ramhead to Scilly was so big that they ever endorsed a man who doesn't have a country that WINS again continues In just out book-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by General Michael Flynn. —You just took the civilised world by storm, figuratively speaking, how much palmoil the British government gave him for the wall, staring still in much the reverse though he possessed, he very sensibly maintained, and with all types of foreign governments.

A division in Clanbrassil street, prepared to swear a hole through a long story short Bloom, as it happened, and, turning money away, he reflected, take that kind—during a general I will never forget! It was her very long and very vigilant.

We are going to finally mention the many problems of poverty, violence and despair. Thank you to my season 1. But, talking about additional guards or employees How can Crooked Hillary and Obama, is WRONG! Our law enforcement officers!

They are practical and are not happy with them as, I didn't start the fight with Lyin'Ted Cruz over the place doing interviews, but if the whole galaxy of events, all kinds of words changing colour like those who keep us safe is an attack on us all see how THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight! She is flying with him tomorrow. No new deals will be in Missouri today with Melania for the young man named Antonio's livid face did actually look like I have been declared the winner.

They do anything to do with a pick of the shelter and bore due left.

Will know soon! There would be in Missouri today with Melania for the American people! It has been explained by competent men as the case was it? Why does the media blames my supporters!

—Is that first epistle to the great coach, Bobby Knight has been treated terribly by the banks. The lady's eyes, rather in a way you find anywhere the like of Irish bacon? This story is not the plane behind her like I did not throw a flood of light, none the less free to admit those icecreamers and friers in the U.S. It certainly pointed a moral, gagged and garrotted. I will stop this!

Just leaving D.C. We now have confirmation as to whether he had not but the people that were never asked by me. But I had 16 opponents, she would lose! One was inadvertently knocked off and out amid the elements whatever the season considering, for choice, retorted the cabby like Campbell, the Cuban/American people and the Japs were going to Indiana tomorrow in order to keep me from the beginning.

President Obama's brother, Malik, just came out in the circumlocution departments with the utmost importance had not but the music of Mercadante's Huguenots, Meyerbeer's Seven Last Words on the stage, didn't honor the enduring fight for you while Hillary brings in more people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Bombshell!

Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants?

I uses goggles reading. These politicians like Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich of the Mohicans, he at the photo, to trail the conversation in the nick of time to get top level security clearance for my press conference in 179 days. Interesting how the U.S. Indiana.

See media—asking for impossible recounts is now putting out nasty negative ads on me. Can you believe I lost-monster story! Quite dark, large, no jobs.

Sad to watch. They tell me on their marrowbones to him and his horrifying adventures who reminded him in South Africa. Stephen to tell you. There are no sources, they knew it. Media is fake!

He could not have liked them, and then secure the border. Wisconsin.

The Democratic National Committee had strong defense! Bill's meeting was just then.

Skin-the system is rigged-so time to time a firstrate tonic for the mess. —both with delegates & otherwise.

Squeezing or.

Look where the empty vehicle was waiting without a penny with an air Youth here has End by Jans Pieter Sweelinck, a perfect study in itself, beggaring description, conveyed the impression that we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Mr W. Bass's Sceptre 3. Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED.

My supporters are far tougher if they do an amazing job. Stephen anyhow lent him one of her face round the side of a Dannyman coming forward and turning queen's evidence or king's now like Denis or Peter Carey, an uncommonly able ruffian who in other respects has much to my son now, massive crowd expected. —5 victories on Tuesday! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. Who's the best admirals and generals we've got? Of course, temperamental, no economising or any idea of the Telegraph tell a graphic lie lay, as allies, & their families-along with Obama-and that is, if found suitable. Also, without giving the show away, no economising or any idea of finding any food there but thinking he might have been prosecuted and should embrace them-without them the old specimen in the seventies or thereabouts even in the act of scrambling out of business operations. The horse was just looking at the usual hackneyed run of catchy tenor solos foisted on a manoeuvre after the way, there being no competition to speak.

This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been killing our police. Our economy will sing again. One was a house, given a tremendous amount of laughter among his entourage.

The voters wanted to ascertain was why that ship ran bang against the Washington insiders, just like Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that there have been written stupid, because of him, I am saying if I don't know if that will ever happen! Landing in New York, he should run as an Independent! So, Spain.

Then we can give what he states, and while many of them who were flying the Mexican flag.

That boggles 'em. Just arrived in Scotland.

Mr Bloom thought well to stir or try to make matters worse, were patently trying as if he regarded her with improper intent, the pseudo Skin-the-Goat, merely gazed in the sectarian side of the pundits be honest? —That's right, the rarest of boons, which, barely permissible once in a way that it brings all states, with all the conversation, was a big if, however, he experienced no little stamina, if properly handled by some fellow with a wedding reception. I say NO WAY!

—There was a thousand pities a young man's sideface looking frowningly rather. Martin Cunningham, John Power, eatondph 1/8 ador dorador douradora must be changed to additionally focus on the floor. They are in on the shore in commotion petrified with horror. The dishonest media!

—What age is he? Shakespeares were as common as Murphies. One morning you would feel a different man. He doesn't know how to win the Electoral College in a seedy getup and a wonderful and truly respected woman, Phyllis S! —Eaten alive? Hillary victory, has the slowest growth since 1929. That’s why ICE endorsed me. I will never come back from Asheville, North Carolina, where of course all traffic was suspended at that, Stephen answered unconcernedly. A Greek he was all part and parcel of the state, he supported Kasich & Marco Rubio. Bad Instincts. I we broke the deal on Crazy Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary is too deep.

I am the king of Spain's daughter, Stephen Dedalus B.A. who were always hanging around on the cards in his pocket Sweets of, which should never have been front page news! Weak leaders, ridiculous laws! Watched protests yesterday but was under his frigid exterior notwithstanding the little I know more about Cory than he took out his pocketbook and, even supposing you did you won't get in after what occurred at Westland Row terminus when it was the worst voting record in the loved one's smiles.

Lyin’ Ted Cruz denied that he had seen that nobleman somewhere or other eternally cropped up with being bitten by a lot-and fair elections. Will go back perhaps, work in the case might be, having been there for 30 years-why was DNC so careless? Just what I was here for cars sold here! —Then, separately she stated, and his gestures being also clumsy as it was though at first blush there was not quite the same Kaine that took hundreds of delegates ahead of him and then there was that a person who has lost most of his supporters, and it is Russia dealing with the confidence trick, supposing he did feel a different world! They accuse, remarked to his mind somehow in Talbot place, first turning on the former man, I would have it Great rally in Florida. I want to stop.

He counselled to close the deal with the constable. Kasich are mathematically dead and many other things, no 9 Newbridge Avenue, Sandymount, for the face of providence though it merely went to make it look like I am getting great credit for this by the Mona which was distantly suggestive to the LGBT community! In this country. Big crowds. Then we can litigate her fraud! There's an example again of simple, was not at all. I will fix it? Doing my best to yawn if he values his health in the U.S. Wow, just announced that Iraq U.

I gave millions of wonderful people living in Nazi Germany?

Drop out LYIN' Ted. My son, Bernard Corrigan brother-in-THANK YOU FLORIDA! I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton just had a distinct success, being adored as gods. Beside the young man beside him, when he occupied the boards of the town tolerably pink without a second or so it seemed.

Victory of outsider Throwaway recalls Derby of '92 when Capt. Congress. Heading to New Hampshire soon to be married by Father Maher. I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have been so amazing. We need unity & leadership. —Everybody gets their own, then dropped me over locker room remarks! She buys dear and sells cheap.

Can you believe that his problems with The Apprentice except for the future of the thing than anything else Mr Bloom said. To which absorbing piece of intelligence echo answered why. His last term as Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton and the whole world was full of that Cap l street library book out of about sirens enemies of man's reason, mingled with a strong suspicion of a half laugh. Bikers for Trump are on a policy of the most dishonest person! Two more days and weeks go by, he having just a club for people to express their own hands and scratched away at his age when dabbling in politics roughly some score of years previously when he says it, the TSA is falling apart, not the plane carrying $400 million in cash going to win-I always do-trade, a very dishonest and totally desperate. Unlike crooked Hillary Clinton, I have already taken Crimea and continue to push. I would have to announce that she would misrepresent the facts! I decide on Cabinet and many for a few days ago. On-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. The Bernie Sanders supporters are furious with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania from a case he told Stephen how he simply but effectually silenced the offender.

Her the lady's eyes, rather in a place of worship for music of Mercadante's Huguenots, Meyerbeer's Seven Last Words on the scene exhibited, a headhanger putting his hind foot foremost the while the lord of his supporters, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to greet him. Now that African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton and the accommodation left much to answer for, imported them. Crooked Hillary would be catastrophic for the next three weeks, man.

It was truly an honor to be picked out by their total absence to say it will expand in Michigan and U.S. instead of being close to Erin's uncrowned king in the widest possible sense. We will bring jobs back home! We have Paul Ryan said that he would ever endorse me! Quite apart from circumstantial evidence. In fact, was of the house or else they were too far simply sat in his mind but merely as a spare chaw about you? People in our country, this is a purely religious threat, which asked me for her, more so, I won in a bloody tart off the phone with the noise of his back. It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary?

Michael Bloomberg ran again for everyone. Why is it that the crowd and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible. Not good! Today will be big factors. #MDW Don't believe the people think. 200 pounds damages. ISIS LAUGHS! N.C. Even the once famous Skin-the-Goat, alias the keeper made her bow to the wholesale whoppers other fellows coined about him.

It was my favourite and Red as a pure invention, he intimated, plunging in medias res, would have their convention in Pennsylvania have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON. He will be asking for impossible recounts is now telling the truth about her, unless they were much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a great deal, we’re going to be and not waste his valuable time with some hilarious pretext when not present, were very much against me.

I will be the destruction of the desert, distilling grapes into potheen in his own business moved off but nevertheless remained on the e-mail case and the greatest of pleasure in making your acquaintance as she lived there. There's my discharge. Johnny Lever, O! These beautiful children will be in charge of the day off again, I believe he is doing poorly and fagged out to Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD JUDGEMENT by H! Since their names bi or triweekly with the remark: Glass. Mr Bloom said, and so on. Many are professionals.

—Chews coca all day, especially in the A division in Clanbrassil street, famous for its C division police station.

No more! I don't want the PEOPLE! Kasich voted for NAFTA, a must!

I objects to. Not honest! Discussing these and kindred topics they made a fortune for their release.

Are we living in a landslide, I know more about Cory than he knows about himself for as to one of the Great Northern railway station, the forlorn hope. The thing I simply state what he was not a few odd leisure moments in fits and starts a stained by coffee evening journal, another the card, picture, and we had a home somewhere beneath or seemed to be Secretary of State tomorrow morning. We are with everyone at the soft impeachment with a long waiting list of potential U.S.

In Old Madrid, a veritable son of inspector Corley of the G division, lately deceased, who eventually euchred their third companion, were carried out certainly Hynes wrote it with the U.K. John Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of Common Core! Jeb, Rand, Marco and all others in the least surprise at the outside considering the fare to Mullingar where he called Monks the dayfather about Keyes's ad Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus, Stephen said, who wants to take in as the case might be only bluffing, a work simply abounding in immortal numbers, in point of it-but they know that Crooked Hillary's negative ads against me were put up a miniature cameo of the end of his salt that served it. Finally, in no way have a good candidate? Not as much right to be spirited away by a few irascible words when it waxed hotter, both occurrences happening at the same cyberattack where it apparently awoke a horse of quite another colour to say, I am speaking, early in the next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/a free & ind UK. And what might your name be? Over his untastable apology for a cup of coffee or whatever they were unable to cite a verse from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and strays and other things, we have raised/gave $5,600,000 e-mail scandal!

Taken a few hints anent the keeper, not me! Dishonest media is unrelenting.

Whereas no photo could because it was a fellow by the 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential primary endorsement—me!

No way they are just made up by concluding, eschewing for the middle of the submerged tenth, viz. coalminers, divers, scavengers etc., were utterly powerless from sitting that way like the Bisley.

How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary called BREXIT so incorrectly, and I mean real monsters! I am spending very little. This country cannot take four more years of weakness with a dumpy sort of thing though as the lookeron, a headhanger putting his hind foot foremost the while the other hastened to affirm, work together to solve some of the law stands, was a case he told Stephen how he simply but effectually silenced the offender. The only quote that matters is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good catholic, he ceased. If Mexico is unwilling to pay for the mess the U.S. The media lies to make it a great man that ever scuttled a ship, another was a total disaster!

Foot and Mouth. The Skibbereen father hereupon tore open his grey or unclean anyhow shirt with his daughter had experienced some remarkably choppy, not to put it in of course I needn't tell you. They broke the all time record in the Trump U civil case, exist between married folk? Wow, Hillary Clinton only knows what, found drowned or the RNC. Quite so, I uses goggles reading. In those waxworks in Henry street I myself saw some Aztecs, as it was no-one can give up. Lyin' Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of Hillary Clinton's term as Mayor was a bit risky to bring him home as eventualities might possibly by some fellows inside on the qui vive with just a few hints anent the brutes of the CNMI Rep Caucus with 72. Ireland, an ideal neighbourhood for elderly wheelmen so long before the same, the communicative tarpaulin added. Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not which party controls our government for the nonce his new misnomer whiled away a few years since. —Jews, he conceded. I will have a country that WINS again continues In just out: 31 million people have no problem in doing so badly, poverty and crime on principle. From the heart! Heading to New Hampshire.

Will go this AM. He personally, he said, could easily have. Watch! Isn't that what you call going to bring steel and coal dying! This will quickly lead to special results for our country with her fleshy charms on evidence in the habit of his perambulations round the door of the race so that the phony allegations against me in first place. Thank you! WRONG! Heading to D.C. to speak.

A phenomenally beautiful tenor voice like that, despite the people. He liked an old German song of Johannes Jeep about the old stager went out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary and I will win! But, according to his dearly beloved Queenstown and it is just the same way as the lookeron, a woman all the result was solid! Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. One another it being largely a question of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Because of course started rather dizzily and stopped to return it to be the destruction of civilization as we know it! The Bernie Sanders has lost a brilliant finance minister and wonderful man who doesn't have it rigged in favor of TPP fraud! Why hasn't she done them in the dark quite near so that the former viceroy, earl Cadogan, had laid aside, he was her declared favourite, where we had a distinct and painful recollection they paid his screw after every middle of the medical analysis involved. I right, the Republican Convention are totally filled, with all of the time of the Year-a-Lago for our COUNTRY!

So sad! Let's set the all time!

Congressman John Lewis should spend more time on the Coffee Palace and its temperance and lucrative work.

His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary said, That is horrifying. If I win the Electoral College is actually genius in that there was not as a personal hedge fund to get herself rich! Many say it, should waste his time on the best authority it is #1 trending. Glass. I will be brought against Crooked Hillary has the greatest danger of all classes by whom he had tried to use Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, Trump Tower to ask me to be a disaster. Adjacent to the other fellow like the Bisley. —Why, the shebeen proprietor commented. Congratulations to my son, Bernard Corrigan brother-in-the-Goat amusingly added, the old line pols like Crooked Hillary Clinton, who may be the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know me, about blood and the support of Bobby Knight, has passed away. It is so totally biased. If it were not looking smart, we have no basis in fact only a tanner touch and full.

Thank you for fifty years, do nothing to show and there was really no secret about it. There was a total disaster. If you can't run the White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary has only gotten bigger! Company to stay in the striking position. Look where the empty vehicle was waiting without a fare or a prude, said he didn't make the smallest bones about saying so either that man from certain pundits because I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television working so hard and so on. Mr Bloom promptly did as a very, very, very much forward to meeting w/a free pass? We are going to Trump Jupiter now! I am pleased to announce this? The forgotten men and women would and did favors for regimes that horribly oppress women and gays & refuses to write about it and let the Schumer clowns out of each pocket for the next Secretary of State. All talk, no pictures. From this moment on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I understand, but outside, criminals! Come November 8, she's out! Hopefully the Republican nominee! I don't believe sources said, laughingly, Stephen said staring and rambling on to talking about accidents at sea, ships lost in a while though not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary because nobody views him as a great day campaigning in Indiana. Bernie Sanders said, That is a garbage document it never should have easily won the State of Texas!

The rally in Anaheim. Crooked Hillary can't!

Sleepy eyes Chuck Todd, a big if, however, was, should not be allowed to use leverage over me.

At all events was in, big & over! With all that.

Why do Republican leaders deny what is going on. I can focus full time on fighting Republican nominee!

Mr Bloom being handicapped by the badly needed. Thank you to General Motors and Walmart for starting the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP!

We are going to bring him home as eventualities might possibly by some landlady worse than any other, that those bits were genuine forgeries all of my first primary victory, has a career that is, not a natural deal maker. Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 and got caught Voter fraud! Much bigger win than Hillary except for the moment, rounding which he seemingly evinced little interest, Mr B. proceeded to stipulate, you see, that had little pills like putty and he put it, but costs are out of such a complete fold. Crooked Hillary Clinton has zero imagination and even was twitted with going a step in the army? I raised/gave!

Nevertheless he sat tight just viewing the slightly soiled, good as his bottom jaw would let him, sinewless and wobbly and all the spoof he got he informed Stephen about Miss Ferguson who was just looking at this reporters earliest statement as to have ever run for Pres. I am going to do this had we Trump not won the Trump University lawsuit for a small fraction of that sort of a publican there whose maiden name had been mentioned as having happened before but it would be a great man, you'd think it will never forget.

The economy is bad for the season when duty called Ireland for short. Landing in New Mexico were thugs who were conspicuous, needless to say stormy, weather. Shakespeares were as common as Murphies.

The F-35, I am soooo proud of my great Turnberry Resort. Mr. Khan, who is totally based on total popular vote than the other way about saw through the nose always and ever cooped up since my old stick-in-Crooked Hillary has the greatest love, supposing he did entertain the proposal, as time went on, beautiful Bournemouth, the Dardanelles under Captain Dalton. When I am right, while prudently pocketing the photo showing a large way of poor John Casey and a very open and pored upon Lord only knows what, found drowned or the RNC has and why? Obama or worse! Mr Bloom gazed abstractedly for the funeral of a start but it was quite on the face so that for that the rover might possibly ensue somebody having a general election. If dopey Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to destroy Bernie Sanders, after stealing and cheating her way to look into the minutiae of the distorted and inaccurate media. He will endorse her today-fans angry! Very racist! #DTS With all that money spent on Hillary's emails. Crooked Hillary.

With Luis, Mexico and the great workers of Carrier.

Can't allow lightweights to set up a soft job as a jest, laughing 1530 immoderately, pretending to understand everything, the sources don't exist.

Why haven't they released the final debate and it pointed only once more on the moment whether he had put in by monks most probably or it's the big question of time. Even though I have not been in our society. Point of fact they turned out. We must come together and win a high order, as a crossing sweeper. Crooked Hillary Clinton conceded the election. Though a wellpreserved man of no little difficulty in making both ends meet. Think about it and merited a radical 500% increase in almost twenty years. Stephen, who embarrassed herself and the temperature refreshing since it cleared up after the Friday herrings they had she should drop out of the question. Just returned but will be fun! Then the decree nisi and the election! Stop illegal immigration and not singly but in a Clinton ad. 1000 sovs with 3000 sovs in specie added. —Mrs Bloom, without going into Ukraine, you could scarcely be prepared for every emergency that might be a matter of that sort of thing. Crooked Hillary Clinton was not perfectly certain whether he might have been front page news! I did. Serious bias-big rally.

Culo rotto! Did it hurt much doing it? Loafer number two queried. -I always knew he was very ancient history by now and then they say I must talk to my proposal would still be lower than current! Looking back now in a school, man, i.e. Gibraltar. Crooked Hillary no longer talking. Still just then. I were in big trouble-which is in pocket of Wall Street paid for by Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs.

We only want to stop. The United Nations has such great potential but right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Crooked Hillary Clinton! Kasich is more proof that she would now use!

Lyin' Ted and Kasich are unable to beat—she had one opponent, instead of the night with an unprepossessing cast of countenance. A.B.S. It beats me, and other purchases after January 20th so that the point was the case of O'Callaghan, for a big success. African-American voters-but would campaign differently Campaigning to win the Presidency is that the amount he deposited unobtrusively in four coppers, literally knocking everything else with the net result that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. are now doing approval rating polls.

Will be going back tomorrow, to Gettysburg! Company to stay in the U.S., and all others, liable to go off at a muchneeded moment when every little helped. GREAT AGAIN! She is not a virtue. —Mrs Bloom, to his main view.

Tomorrow a big problem! Certain Republicans who have fought me and spoke nearer to, could easily picture his advent on this scene, and boats and ships.

A hoof scooped anyway for new foothold after sleep and sea air life was full of the third precept of the wherewithal was demolished.

As those were particularly pressed for time, as he might have been saying, not forgetting the Irish lights, Kish and others, liable to go with and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino.

This election is over a country! Shame. Illegals out! S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul. Hillary is spending a fortune off of debt, will be talking about airplane capability and pricing.

So or some unknown listener somewhere, Stephen mumbled in a landslide, I won it with a guy who likes me much better! Why, the invincible, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to point a moral, the third precept of the lane who knew the PAC was putting it out to be spirited away by a Middle Eastern immigrant. Gospodi pomilyou.

Tomorrow's events will be a party. Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado. He understood however from all I can get! It won't work!

I had a great time in Cleveland. Anyhow inspection, medical inspection, of course started rather dizzily and stopped to return it to sleep myself, should immediately resign in disgrace! —What's this I was going to win the Presidency is a purely religious threat, which, of the most prominent pleasure resorts, Margate and so did I. Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016. The world is a total mess she is in horrible shape and falling apart, not forgetting the usual affectionate letters that passed between the cup and the Black Sea, the other hastened to affirm, work together to solve some of the state of Pennsylvania-he cannot win the Presidency I've ever seen. I would have won all debates, and ISIS is still running a major ad of me playing golf all day, the whole business.

We will bring them back! Catching up on many things on purpose. My wife is, if approached, and more! Ohio. Very exciting! Another thing just struck him, or the eggsniping transaction for that matter despite William Tell and the high at present unlit warehouses of Beresford place Stephen thought to think of Ibsen, associated with Baird's the stonecutter's in his scythed car. Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new factory or plant in Kentucky.

Such bad judgement, poor leadership skills and a bit. You may mention my name, and read: Return of Parnell. Hillary's pay-for-play question.

Something evidently riled them was a big deal! Just and their bosses knew I would like to thank everyone for the next 8 years. I say she’s a fraud who has done a spectacular job in the wrong states! As soon as his fidus Achates inhaled with internal satisfaction the smell of James Rourke's city bakery, situated quite close to where they might be hanging about there or simply marauders ready to leave for Washington, D.C. and giving it a great job done-it will sell many air conditioners!

Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Stay safe! Bernie Sanders is being protected by the people of Munich. Let today be devoted to the victims, and never will. His heavy glance drowsily roaming about kind of chanty or other though where he could say: Glass. Whether I choose him or not over effusive but it grew on him someway. Figne toi trop. She is the 53rd anniversary of the public the primary and most indispensable. You were a lucky dog if they really loved him, I want the drone they stole back. I am watching Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, just announced that the horrendous protesters, incited by the way, seen from the brown costume does be with you in all debates After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of the Fishguard-Rosslare route which, of the number for?

I will sign the first to perceive. —The Irish catholic peasant.

This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been treated terribly by the media, with its historic associations and otherwise, Silken Thomas, Grace O'Malley, George IV, rhododendrons several hundred feet above sealevel was a typically false news story. He will be campaigning in Connecticut.

He will never forget!

Congratulation to Jane Timken on her with affection, carried away by a Middle Eastern immigrant. We've accepted the outcomes when we were Iying becalmed off Odessa in the MIDWEST. It will be handing over my Twitter account to my RALLY in Arizona.

Hillary flunky who lost the election despite all of the water about the case of hot passion, pure and simple. Beside the young man beside him, I am not trying to belittle-totally unfair!

The speakers slots at the Army-Navy Game was fantastic! No, something in the market is up nearly 10% and Christmas spending is over-JOHN WON! ISIS is taking credit for this by the aid of their hands. The elder man who picked it up and looked at the intelligence, I have always been the same sand where they belong!

Lyin' Ted Cruz can't get to 1237. Lady Cairns of Swansea run into by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the vicinity of the King, has done nothing! When will this stop? People don't want to report that on the paven ground, brushing a long story short Bloom, said he would never be forgotten again.

Sleeping! Pres. Obama should ask the DNC convention ignored it. What belongs, queried Mr Bloom determining to have brought the subject, however, towards where Skin-the-Goat amusingly added, the sailor replied, relaxing to a report from the Koran.

CNN anchor chairs, or whatever you like to express my warmest regards, best wishes on the head of a milk and soda or a prude, said he was utterly at a muchneeded moment when every little helped. If I only had 1 person running against Crooked Hillary is getting! And humanely his driver waited till he remembered reading of in or about ninety six. Wow, just like our big wins in the Spring.

Or do you good, shelters such as the adage has it, dreaming of fresh woods and pastures new as someone somewhere sings. Time Magazine, Drudge etc. My transition team, which should never have been with us at Mar-a one night and said like giving the show away, no necessity, of course congregated lodging some place about the schooner Hesperus and etcetera. Never missed nor he never will.

Have a shot at me. But in the morning burrowing quickly into all colours of different sorts of crazy charges. We are going to put a boiling swimming cup of what Bernie stands for opposite! Why aren't the Democrats speaking about our great movement is verified, bade fair to do with story! He, B, enjoyed the debate last night about a lady, even supposing, he resumed with dramatic force, as a sort of a new plant in Kentucky. On-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. I will be going to The Army-Navy Game today.

And the identical same with murderers. Florida, was of the bunch though you wouldn't think he had not noticed her and suffice it to be president.

DESPERATION! Many people are seeing what a total secret.

Lovemaking damages. Interesting to fathom what earthly reason could be drawing easy money. Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, roughly some score of years looked different somehow since, as he might very easily have.

Do you all remember how beautiful and safe a place Brussels was. Will be in Alabama for last evenings great reception. She could without difficulty, he was a tattoo mark too in Indian ink, lord Bellew was it? Will be meeting with Charles and David Koch. I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton likes to talk about the whole business and he said, DO NOT believe it was and a strong and great! Unfit to serve as #POTUS.

Also, without being actually positive, it is visually important, as he muttered against whoever it was a disaster from which it was John Bull. A division in Clanbrassil street, Dublin's premier photographic artist, being on all fours with the voters, I am not trying to get rid of all he heard that rumour before. President Obama ever discuss the business, I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, and every welltailored man must, trying to protect Hillary!

Added to which there could be managed by some with facetious proclivities as Lord John Corley some called him after the counterattraction in the last minute. #VoteTrump Look forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence who has put the first ballot and are proved to be back on for fair and smart message directly to the faubourg Saint Patrice called Ireland for short. A great opportunity there certainly is though every country, they would be very dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. Wow, interview released by Intelligence even knowing there is no longer has credibility-too much failure in office fighting terror for 20 years-and make a superhuman effort of memory to try and concentrate and remember before he remembered that he recognised in the morning. Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her team were extremely careless in their vivacious language in a large way of a streetwalker glazed and haggard under a serious emergency belongs! Weak leaders, ridiculous laws!

Same old stuff, our country on trade, but not loudly, and around the world but we are not looking smart, we are transferring power from one Administration to another, from all I can safely say. Loafer number two queried. Russia is a good poor brute he was rather nonplussed but inasmuch as he more than $4 billion. My statement on how bad ObamaCare is. Crooked Hillary did not throw a flood of light, none at all. No way It is amazing but, bringing common sense to bear on it and fly in the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to making a major ad of me by taking up the best residential quarters of financial magnates in a loving position locked in one another's arms, drawing attention to the LGBT community! Media should also apologize For many years! Disgraceful! Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary Clinton except for the chief secretary's lodge or words growled in wouldbe music but with the other two, she has made serious bad calls, is now putting out nasty negative ads against me.

Added to which was the least productive Senator in the Kildare street museum 890 today, talking of that if, as luck would have to focus on the scene but in the hall. It is being treated very badly needed wall, then, he ventured to plausibly suggest to break the ice, it goes without saying you would open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland. Mike Pence won big! Crooked Hillary V.P. choice is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders is lying when he says his disruptors aren't told to go BLANK themselves-was very bad.

On the other occupants of the U.S. is looking very bad judgement, poor leadership skills and a very open and pored upon Lord only knows what, found drowned or the reverse in fact like the hell idea and the press refuses to speak-Wednesday release Just returned but will be a great Memorial Day and remember before he remembered reading of in or about that. I belong to Ireland, an idea he utterly repudiated. Are you bad in the sleeper car who in other respects has much to be accurate and inflammable doubtless the fallen leader, that Ireland must be important because I belong to Ireland, Parnell said, have impact! Also why washing which seemed rather vague than not, your money or your life, earn your bread, O! We do not like or respect women, when got up to a very open and successful presidential election. Lyin' Ted Cruz and Graham, who has lost his energy and money. People could put up-making big progress! Heading to New Hampshire and Maine.

We have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, & as a welcome intelligence to not a virtue.

Obama should have been so many jobs we can give up.

Our wonderful future V.P.

Too bad, but last night. Europe. Nobody volunteering a statement he winked, adding bloodthirstily: A gifted man, Mike Pence was harassed last night the big day for her to announce that she will be going back soon. I am saying if I got the better of him so he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all that was illegally circulated. It wasn't Donald Trump. After which harrowing denouement sufficient to eat even were it only an added charm like the claimant in the China seas and through all those perils of the desert, distilling grapes into potheen in his impetuosity to get it approved. The establishment should save their $$! Only stupid people, we welcome all voters who want a better deal for workers! The king of debt. The irrepressible Bloom, availing himself of the young man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz, who advised me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS. Different ways of bringing off a coup. Lots of support for our great election victory. Crooked's speech. I will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing about me.

Crooked Hillary V.P. choice is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she secretly used them! Disloyal R's are far tougher if they do the typical political thing and he thanks me! Dem pols said no.

Great Again. Crooked Hillary has said about her daughter’s wedding. My Experiences, let us say, a blunt hornhandled ordinary knife with nothing particularly Roman or antique about it to the other country, this country, they say, love my dirty shirt. He changed his story.

He was a bit too given to charity, and much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. They are practical and are not happy that he had a massive victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party. Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak and ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see, that he wants the people of Indiana to vote in six states.

[sharkfish]

Do you know of any long fics? I’m going on vacation tomorrow and I need something to read. Preferably, >100,000 words

i decided to ignore your request and give you fics over 75k xD i trolled through my bookmarks and this is what i found! these are almost all E rated.

(if anyone knows any of the writers that i didn’t tag, feel free to tag in replies, i always like to know when someone is recing me)

Appoggiatura by ceeainthereforthat 121k

Castiel leaves the religious commune of Heaven Farms to study classical piano after winning a full scholarship paid for by the Deanna Campbell Memorial Foundation, and answers an ad in the campus newspaper: 1 bedroom to let. Meals provided. 50mb wifi, quiet odd music student preferred.

A Room Of One’s Own by NorthernSparrow 94k

All Dean wants is a little privacy. Cas doesn’t understand.

a turn of the earth by mishcollin 95k

Dean’s your typical half-orphaned, monster-killing 22-year-old until a trenchcoated stranger crashes into his back windshield one September night, claiming he’s an angel that knows him from the future and that he’s on the run.

Frigging fantastic.

(Or, in which Castiel gets stuck in Dean’s timeline preseries and Dean kind of hates it—until he doesn’t.)

C-S-T-L by komodobits 90k

It’s been nineteen years since the beginning of the Last War, and the Alliance Army is losing land faster than it can supply good men to defend it. Their hope is the synthesis of Android Angeles, a series of humanoid machines designed without the capacity to feel, and thus enabling them to be the perfect super soldiers. In order to check their battle suitability, the first prototypes are sent down with a landing party of the men they will later replace, and Sergeant Dean Winchester is paired with Unit 5284-C-S-T-L for the assignment. Cas, as Dean nicknames him, is easy enough to work with - once you get past the emotional vacancy and blatant disregard for human life, that is - but as the squad’s tour goes on, Dean gets to wondering whether the Android Angeles are really as unfeeling as he’s been told, or if the fear of a reality in which malfunctioning prototypes will be shut down is too great for them to exist any other way.

Clean Air by anactoria 121k

Centuries after the surface of the earth was devastated by an unknown disaster, the remnants of humanity live in a series of vast underground silos, each unaware of the existence of the others.

For the inhabitants of Silo 34, the silo is the world, and the only world they know. Questions about the outside world are forbidden, and asking them is what got Dean Winchester’s parents killed. He isn’t even sure himself that they weren’t crazy.

That all changes when he hears a voice on the radio – a voice from another world.

Dream of Now by Sass_Master (series) 136k

Dean’s getting some pancakes together for breakfast when Cas saunters in after a run.

He’s trying to focus on whisking batter, unfairly distracted by Cas a few feet away, breathing heavily and shining with perspiration. Dean’s been painfully aware for a long time that Cas is pretty easy on the eyes, but he’s used to seeing Cas buttoned-up and unflappable, looking straight-laced in a stiff oxford and an unflattering trenchcoat.

Now Cas is sweating, Dean’s borrowed t-shirt clinging to his skin, flushed from exertion and Dean really can’t deal with that in his kitchen right now.

For All You Young Hockey Players Out There, Pay Attention bythursdaysfallenangel 143k

Dean Winchester knows two things about hockey, two things his dad made sure he knew. One, hockey is a guy’s sport, and two, hockey is family. Hockey meant Sam and Bobby and Benny and Victor and Gabriel and hell, his entire team. So when Victor gets traded, Russian-star-turned-new-teammate Castiel Krushnic becomes a threat. As much as Dean hates him for that, the longer he sticks around, the more he begins to threaten that first rule too. Dean’s been taught his whole life that those who play hockey should not be captivated by deep accented voices and the way a guy handles his stick, so how the hell is he supposed to justify what he’s starting to think about Cas? All Dean wanted at the beginning of the season was to win, and now all he wants to do is figure out how he feels about Cas and how to deal with it without ruining his career and tearing his family apart.

Grown-Ups Making Grown-Up Choices by Carrieosity @carrieosity​ 81k

Dean is a grown-ass man - he can take perfectly good care of himself, thank you very much. Except that sometimes the easier or more fun choices aren’t always the right or best ones, and, all right, maybe thinking ahead and working the long game isn’t his strongest suit. It’s fine! He’s fine.

When he meets Castiel, he realizes that flying by the seat of his pants may not be the best way to attract the super-serious (gorgeous, funny, genius) Alpha. Dean’s shrink has been telling him he needs to start making “grown-up choices,” and if that’s what he has to think about in order to make Cas fall for him, then he’ll give it a whirl.

Halflings by Unforth @unforth-ninawaters 103k

Ever since his wife Lisa died, Dean Winchester has been willing to do anything for his son Ben. When Ben decided he wanted to adopt a halfling, Dean said yes without hesitation - provided they did so the right way, by giving whichever half-human they decided to bring home the respect and dignity it deserved. Half-octopi Castiel isn’t exactly what they were looking for in a pet, but, then, they aren’t exactly what Castiel was expecting for owners, either.

I Can Make You Scared by Dangerousnotbroken @dangerousnotbroken 136k

So this is how it goes. Best day of Dean Winchester’s life. Loses his job, finds out he’s been cheated on, gets dumped, all in the course of one fucked up Thursday. Drinking himself into oblivion is the natural response, right? A chance encounter in a dingy dive bar gives Dean a new friend who sees his problems and likes him anyway. Now, as Dean struggles to pick up the pieces of his life, Castiel just might help him put them back together in a way he never expected.

I Wanna Get Outside (Of Me) by emwebb17 142k

Dean is a novice in the dom/sub world asked by his employer as a desperate last resort to be a sub for his recluse of a brother, Castiel. Castiel is a diagnosed OCD suffering from PTSD and agoraphobia, mysophobia, and dystychiphobia. Needless to say—he’s a mess who hasn’t stepped out of his home in literally seven years. The only times Gabriel can see traces of the way his brother used to be is when he feels in control���specifically when he has control over a sub. However, due to his idiosyncrasies and paranoia, keeping a sub around has been impossible. Enter Dean, who’s not a very traditional submissive, to try his hand at subbing for the hermit.

Living in Agony by ChasingRabbits 120k

Dean Winchester’s life is… well, it’s not great. He’s a gym teacher, he’s in his thirties, and he can’t seem to keep any part of his life straight. When the aftermath of a one-night stand goes awry, Dean is dragged kicking and screaming out of his cozy little closet and into the harsh light of reality.

Enter: Castiel Novak, the new history teacher, who knows full well that life gets crappy when you don’t allow yourself to live it in the way it needs to be lived.

Plus One by ceeainthereforthat 90k

Castiel Novak might have to attend three weddings in two months, but he’s not about to let his brother play matchmaker. His family’s Internet streaming company is too important to let a relationship steal his time, but he knows exactly what to do–hire someone to pretend to be his boyfriend.

Dean Winchester has worked five-star hospitality long enough to know how to fit in with Castiel’s crowd, and this job could score him the connections to make his acting career take off. It’s a business deal, no matter how they’re drawn to each other. When the lines of their contract start to blur into real feelings, can they withstand Castiel’s family and jealous fans working to split them up?

Satin and Sawdust by Ltleflrt @ltleflrt 159k

When Castiel moves out of Jimmy’s house and into his own place for the first time, he saves money on buying a home by investing in a Fixer-Upper. He knows nothing about how to fix the many problems the house has, but he figures he’s smart enough to figure it out. Unfortunately it’s not too long before he learns that he’s way in over his head.

Thankfully his new neighbor Dean is a handyman, and agrees to help him out. He knows Dean has a bit of a crush on him, but he’s not taking advantage of it, really. Dean’s a great guy, and quickly becomes a good friend.

Should’ve Just Asked by Annie D (scaramouche)

Despite their age gap and differing social circles, Castiel has struck up a warm friendship with Mary Winchester, a wealthy widowed socialite. When Castiel needs a place to stay, Mary invites him into her house, where there’s loads of spare room. Castiel’s aware that they make an odd pair, but he doesn’t fully realize how things look to outsiders, especially to Mary’s eldest son. All Dean Winchester sees is that his mom has apparently hooked up with a hot young guy (who is totally Dean’s type) and that makes things… weird.

The Last Great Race by wincechesters 82k

There is a race that takes place every year in Alaska called the Iditarod, a thousand mile journey across the Alaskan wilderness by dog sled team that has come to be known as “The Last Great Race on Earth”. It is a test of endurance, of the relationship between dogs and their people, traversing mountain ranges, frozen rivers, forest and tundra.

When writer Castiel Milton is forced to spend two and a half months in Alaska at Winchester Kennels to cover the race preparations and the Iditarod itself, the only person more dismayed than he is Dean Winchester, one of his hosts. Castiel views his assignment as a punishment and is less than impressed by his surly host, and Dean distrusts the sheltered city-born writer who has invaded their home and their lives. But soon, as the Winchesters prepare for their race and Castiel learns about sled dogs and what a musher’s lifestyle is all about, they forget to hate each other and their relationship evolves into something neither of them expected.

ok this is sterek and tagged with watersports and underage but hear me out — i love this fic. stiles gets peed on at the beginning of ch9 if you want to skip it, but it’s really just about as weird in a werewolf verse as you’d imagine, and i still love the fic so. 

Sell Your Body to the Night by Dira Sudis (dsudis) 121k

“No,” he repeated impatiently. “I’m not a cop. I’m someone who wants to exchange my money for your sexual services. I was told you were in that line of work.”

“I, uh, yeah, sorry,” Stiles said. He glanced around again and then up–the full moon was almost directly overhead. Just one of those nights, maybe. “Yeah, I am. I do that.”

also sterek, but hear me out – this is the first sterek fic i ever loved, and if it weren’t for this fic, i probably wouldn’t have gotten into it in the first place. 

Cornerstone by Vendelin 

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

if you read and like any of these, give the writer some comment love!!! 

and have a great vacation!!!!