#high-end real estate Jamaica

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Where Do the Richest People in Jamaica Live?

Jamaica is an island nation known for its vibrant culture, beautiful landscapes, and thriving real estate market. The wealthiest individuals in Jamaica typically reside in neighborhoods that offer luxurious homes, stunning views, and exclusive communities. This comprehensive guide will explore the various upscale neighborhoods where the richest people in Jamaica live, providing detailed…

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Black Lives Matter Global Network Foundation is running out of cash and nearing its end "unless something changes dramatically," according to a new report. 

The Free Press, an independent news organization founded by former New York Times journalist Bari Weiss, on Tuesday published a scathing deep dive into the "scrappy start-up that struck gold in 2020" headlined "BLM Collected Over $90 Million in Donations. Where Did It Go?"

"Capitalizing on the lucrative opportunities afforded to them as high-profile progressives, the three celebrity founders moved on, leaving the operation to wither in the hands of deputies who, sadly, turned on each other. A remarkable spate of legal trouble, brushes with law enforcement, and tangles with the Internal Revenue Service have all but spelled the death of the enterprise that you probably know best as Black Lives Matter," Free Press reporter Sean Patrick Cooper wrote. 

"The spectacular rise and fall of BLM has surprisingly little in common with earlier civil rights campaigns, other than, perhaps, good intentions," he continued. "How BLM’s leaders exploited George Floyd’s murder to raise millions that they then put into their own pockets more closely resembles the stories of famous grifters like Elizabeth Holmes of Theranos or Sam Bankman-Fried’s foray into ‘effective altruism.’"  

Cooper noted that in 2020, at the height of activism related to the death of George Floyd, corporations "revved up their diversity, equity, and inclusion programs, and threw millions of dollars at BLM" but four years later "DEI programs are in retreat" and the left cares more about Israel than police reform. 

"And BLM four years later? It looks like little more than a hustle," Cooper wrote. 

He feels the "latest proof" is that Sir Maejor Page, also known as Tyree Conyers-Page, a former leader of the Atlanta area BLM chapter, was sentenced to 3-and-a-half years in federal prison for money laundering and wire fraud earlier this month. 

LEFT-WING ACTIVIST ALLEGEDLY DEFRAUDED $450G USING 'BLACK LIVES MATTER OF GREATER ATLANTA' FACEBOOK PAGE

But Page isn’t the only former BLM leader to face unflattering accusations. 

"For years, local chapters have fought national parent BLM organizations in disputes over who actually represents the movement and are thus the rightful heirs to tens of millions of dollars in donations. You’ll note that I mentioned parent organizations. There are actually two of them: BLM Global Network Foundation and BLM Grassroots. The latter was formed in 2019 as an umbrella organization of local chapters of the group and is co-directed by Melina Abdullah. Since then, media reports have accused Abdullah and other chapter leaders of using Grassroots’ coffers to pay for vacations to Jamaica and her own personal expenses. (She hasn’t been charged with a crime," Cooper wrote. 

"Abdullah has denied the allegations, but at least $8.7 million in donations is unaccounted for. The answer to where the money went may come soon," he continued. "California attorney general Rob Bonta has demanded that Grassroots turn over delinquent tax filings and late fees before Sunday, October 27. If it doesn’t, the organization’s tax-exempt status will be revoked."

The Free Press report declared that "charting the entire implosion of BLM is a confusing, chaotic endeavor," made even more confusing by legal disputes between BLM Global and BLM Grassroots. It detailed how BLM Global founders acquired a Los Angeles mansion, another mansion in Canada billed as a "transfeminist, queer affirming space politically aligned with supporting Black liberation work across Canada," and additional real estate including a Georgia property big enough for a private runway. 

Cooper reported that co-founder Patrisse Cullors, who has long denied misusing funds, also paid several friends and relatives hundreds of thousands of dollars for things like security "services." 

BLM HAS LEFT BLACK AMERICANS WORSE OFF SINCE THE MOVEMENT BEGAN, EXPERTS SAY

"But lately, donations to BLM Global have gone from a torrent to a trickle. In the fiscal year that ended in June 2023, BLM Global collected $4.6 million while spending $10.8 million, according to its federal filings. And while it still has $25 million in assets, its cash is dwindling. Unless something changes dramatically, the end is likely nigh," Cooper wrote. 

"Maybe, if the founders had been as committed to social justice as to enriching themselves, BLM could have enjoyed a long life as a progressive institution," he added. "But it wasn’t to be."

Cullors did not immediately respond to a request for comment. She has long denied any wrongdoing related to misusing funds. 

Black Lives Matter did not immediately respond to a request for comment. 

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CAN FOREIGNERS BUY REAL ESTATE IN JAMAICA?

Can Foreigners Buy Real Estate in Jamaica?: The island of “One Love”, Jamaica is a unique destination unlike any other island in the Caribbean, with a lively property market currently experiencing huge growth.

Through the process of buying real estate in Jamaica from beginning to end, an introduction to the real estate market, the buying process, and the taxes you will need to be aware of.

INVEST IN JAMAICA

The well-established and vibrant real estate market has a wide range of offerings, ranging from affordable condos in new construction to elegant luxury villas.

As one of the most popular tourist destinations in the Caribbean, it has the potential to generate high rental income which attracted 4.3 million tourists in 2019.

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Real Estate Opportunities in Jamaica: A Tropical Paradise for Investment

Jamaica, the Caribbean's gem, is renowned for its beautiful landscape, rich culture, and warm hospitality. Jamaica, beyond its renowned beaches and reggae music, presents a compelling real estate investment opportunity. With a stable economy, a thriving tourism sector, and increased interest from both domestic and foreign investors, the Jamaican real estate market is filled with opportunity. In this article, we will look at all aspects of real estate potential in Jamaica and why it is an appealing location for savvy investors.  

Real Estate Opportunities in Jamaica

1. The Tourism Expansion

The tourist industry in Jamaica is a major contributor to the country's economic success. Every year, millions of tourists travel to the island's pristine beaches, lush forests, and bustling towns. This influx of visitors has created a high demand for short-term rental accommodations such as holiday houses and Airbnb rentals. You can take part in this thriving industry as a real estate investor by investing in homes that are strategically located near well-known destinations for tourists.

2. Favorable Economic Conditions

Jamaica has achieved immense progress in maintaining a stable and business-friendly economic environment. The country implemented reforms to decrease bureaucracy, promote foreign investment, and give incentives for real estate development. In addition, the Jamaican government has launched programs to encourage affordable housing and revitalization of cities, making it an appealing location for investors searching for a variety of real estate options.

3. Middle-Class Growth

Jamaica's economy is rapidly diversifying beyond tourism, with a growing middle class eager to invest in real estate. This growing market of local purchasers offers chances for investors to satisfy the need for middle- and low-income homes. Across the island, there is an increasing demand for excellent housing options, whether in apartment complexes, gated communities, or suburban projects.

Read More: Jamaica Real Estate Trends 2023: What You Need to Know

4. Foreign Investor-Friendly Policies

The Jamaican government has taken the initiative to establish measures that attract foreign investment. Foreigners interested in investing in real estate in the country can benefit from an array of positive aspects, including residence opportunities and large tax reductions. These rules make it simpler for foreign investors to buy property in Jamaica, and the country's relative political stability boosts investor confidence.

5. Natural Beauty and Cultural Attraction

Jamaica's natural beauty and rich culture make it an appealing property investment destination. The island has a unique combination of beautiful beaches, tropical scenery, and a dynamic cultural life. Many investors are enticed by the prospect of owning a piece of paradise, whether for themselves or for earning income from rentals.

6. Infrastructure Development

Jamaica has been investing in its infrastructure with the goal of improving connection and accessibility across the country. It is easier to transfer commodities and people with improved roads, bridges, and ports, making varied places more desirable for real estate development. These improvements allow investors to explore new and emerging markets inside the country.

Wrap Up-

The Jamaica real estate market provides a diverse range of choices, ranging from high-end resort estates to low-cost home combinations. The tourism business on the island, excellent economic conditions, foreign investor-friendly legislation, a burgeoning middle class, natural beauty, and cultural attraction all contribute to a potential environment for real estate investment. Whether you're looking for real estate houses, vacation homes, bay-front apartments for sale, or a stable future, Jamaica offers a compelling case for investment. However, like with any business, it is essential that you complete due research, collaborate with local Real Estate Agents in Jamaica, and understand market dynamics before jumping in. Jamaica's real estate market may be a gateway to a piece of Caribbean paradise and excellent financial returns with careful preparation and an eye for potential.

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Let me introduce myself :

My name is Angela but the name I hear the most is mom..

I am 27 years old & my favorite color is blue . I’m a mom of 3 beautiful kids . I have 2 young kings and a princess . My kids ages are 4,2..& 1

I am engaged to my 46 year hard working 6ft giant . We have a trucking business together . I pray we reach a billion dollars in revenue & we become owners of a 20-30 fleet . My fiancé been in the trucking world for 20+ years . He enjoys it . I love learning from him and educating myself on the business .

I’m ready to get married . I want to elope . And then have a big ceremony with friends and family . I want to look elegant and classy when i elope . I want to feel like a rich queen and look like one too . I want a pair of jimmy choos 🥰😍

Edit: we are now married . 2/4/2023 🥰🤪

I’m ready to move to Savannah Georgia and start our life together . To move away from all the toxic people that hold us back from our future .

I desire:

To be a wealthy housewife

Go to law school ( I want to be the first lawyer in my bloodline )

800 credit score

Real estate investor

Start Airbnb business/ short rental for high end clients

To be part of the 1%

To be wealthy

Own many rental properties

Build private schools for young girls

Start a charity to invest in young entrepreneurs or help pay for college

To be a sports mom . I love football ( Let’s go Birds 🦅)

To own vacation rentals in the Hamptons, Florida, California, Jamaica 🇯🇲, & in Nigeria 🇳🇬.

Days filled with free will to do what I want

To own a private jet travel to travel when I want

Personal chef & trainer

A nanny thats fluent in French or Spanish to teach my children (au pair)

To travel with my kids and allow them to explore the world

Tummy tuck (mommy makeover) & teeth (porcelain veneers or composite

To own a G-wagon, Lambo truck , & rolls Royce

To maintain a social but private life

To be members of a country club

Be invited to private events

To have a group of friends that are like minded

To have everything I want

There’s so many things I want out of life . But most importantly I want to be happy and give my kids a life they don’t have to heal from . I want to break many generational curses .

I have so much to write about and to tell . I’m just trying to find myself again . I’ve been a devoted mom & now fiancé for the last 4 years and I truly don’t know who I am because my life revolves around my man & children .

God is my best friend . I want everything that God wants for me . My favorite scripture Mathew 7:7 💕

But let me stop writing .. just follow me & keep up . & help me find who I am besides a mom & fiancé .

[virginiarallisrealtyllc95]

Characteristics of Jamaica Estates Real Estate Agent- Why You Would Choose Them

As a dealer or even as a genuine property purchaser you would need a genuine master to handle for you when selling or purchasing a genuine property. Keep in mind, the venture here is high to the point that mistakes could either pull your benefit down for dealers or could have you be at the losing end of the deal for purchasers.

Regardless of whether you are selling or getting one thing's without a doubt, you must have a magnificent Jamaica Estates Real Estate Agent that would put your advantage first before any other person.

 With the huge number of genuine property specialists out there how would you precisely figure out which one would be the most fitting specialist for you? Or on the other hand, even better how would you truly pick or figure out which one is a wonderful genuine property specialist?

 Well obviously every property specialist has their own positive and negative attributes, everyone has his amazing trademark. In any case, there are qualities of specialists that you ought to consistently pay special mind to and use as your premise of employing their administrations. These qualities are the accompanying:

 1. Inventiveness - even though it is hard to check whether an individual has a more serious level of innovativeness, it is basic to know how imaginative your potential realtor is.

This is a result of the way that there are bunches of genuine property specialists out there selling comparable properties like yours or attempting to search for a property for their customers and with everybody utilizing the procedures in the course reading, your property should stand apart from the others.

Significantly, a Jamaica Estates Real Estate Agent will want to imaginatively create methodologies that will make your property offer quicker or a property to be purchased simpler on your terms.

 2. Technically knowledgeable - we should concede that the present reality is profoundly subject to innovation.  This is the reason realtors ought to be well informed, this way they realize how to use the accessible innovation for their potential benefit in selling your property.

 3. Respectability is hard to acquire, and numerous genuine property specialists are attempting to procure this by conveying incredible client experience for either the merchant and purchaser.

The solitary route for one to experience the harmony of the brain when managing a specialist is on the off chance that he as of now has a decent history and great standing.

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SMOOTH OPERATOR* :: A Phone Sex Operator AU  

- She’s exhausted.  Exhausted isn’t even the word anymore. What would be the word for being so overworked, lonely, and horny all at the same time? Excruciating? Sure, that works. [42k] 

JAMAICA ME HAPPY* :: A friends to lovers story featuring Jamaica H  

- You could feel his eyes on you, warming your skin more than the sun that was about to start setting. You always knew when he was looking at you, it was like your skin could sense it and immediately sent a signal to your heart to skip a few beats. [45k] -   

AS YOU HELD ONTO ME* :: A Husband/Dad Harry AU

-  You were finally starting to get to a better place in your marriage. For so long, you and Harry had been tip toeing around each other.  Always waiting for the other shoe to drop, always being let down month after month. Infertility was exhausting for you, and it was exhausting for your marriage. [35k] -  

LIGHTHOUSE* :: A Slow Burn AU

- From an intern running coffee while still in school, to second in command at one of the best realty companies in London - Lighthouse Real Estate had become a huge part of your life. And not only did you love your job, but you were good at it. Well, until you met Harry Styles - the enigma you never could have anticipated. A story of finding out what’s beneath the surface and seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. [36k] - 

AT MY WEAKEST* :: A Friends with Benefits AU

- No one would know what went on between them under the darkness of the night, hidden behind the walls of his room, disguised behind their eyes in the daylight.  It would just be theirs, whatever it was, for as long as Harry could help it.  But that’s the thing about secrets… they always find a way out. -

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DON’T STOP* :: You and Harry get some alone time and he just wants to be close to you [2k]

TELL ME* :: My take on what Harry is like after a show when he’s high on adrenaline and high on you. [4.9k]   

GO SLOW* :: The quintessential “first time” piece. [5.2k]  

LET ME FEEL YOU* :: The inevitable car sex when Harry finally comes home from tour. [3.9k] 

NO OTHER MAN* :: What occurred after the Another Man Launch Party. [5.4k]

LACE LOVE* :: An emotional H after his first MET Gala as a co-chair. [3.5k] 

NEVER COMING BACK DOWN* :: H just released Lights Up and also made another surprise video just for you. [7.8k]

WANNA BE YOURS* :: Bandana wearing sub H feat. edging, love, and a deep devotion. [4.4k]  

I’LL BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS* ::  Harry misses his flight on Christmas Eve. [3.6k]

LA PALOMA* :: A story in which Harry’s cocky talk is about the only thing he can lay on thick... also known as the realistic smut piece! [3.8k] 

RINGS* :: It can never just be a relaxing cuddle, can it. [1k]

GET ON ME* :: Harry coming back to your shared hotel room to find you touching yourself. [1k]

ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT YOU* :: You’re always on Harry’s mind, especially in the shower.  [1k]

TOOTHBRUSH :: by DNCE [2k]    

CRUSH WITH EYELINER* :: Harry wore eyeliner... that’s it, that’s the post. [3k] 

EMPTY PARKS AND A SHAKY PHOTO BOOTH* :: written with @bdeharry​ [2.7k]

TO BE SO LONELY* :: Of all the things you couldn’t get right together, this wasn’t one of them. [1k]  

BARE YOUR SOUL* :: There was no barrier between your souls. You didn’t need one between your bodies anymore. [1.5k] 

ADDICTED* :: Movie night had started innocently enough. But it never stays that way for long. [1k] 

SUNKISSED* :: A sneaky, sunny, poolside blurb taking place in the Jamaica Me Happy universe. [1.7k]  

NEED* :: Sub H in handcuffs... taking place in the Smooth Operator universe. [1k]

ADRENALINE* :: Some mindless smut to finally celebrate the first Fine Line show [2k]  

HOAX* :: Stood on the cliffside screaming ‘give me a reason’. Your faithless love’s the only hoax I believe in. [3.3k] 

ENDLESS MINUTES* :: Need that ends up right there against the wall. [1.1k] 

WITH A SEA VIEW* :: He has a hold on you in more ways than one. [1.2k] 

WET DREAM* :: Has Harry’s yearning for you finally come to fruition? [3.7k] 

TIFF PROMISE* :: Part two of the group project. 

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Drunk Harry, Part 2*

Sick Harry, Part 2, Part 3  

Glasses  

Teasing in Public 

The “Friends” Sweatshirt 

HS1 LA2* 

Lazy Morning Sex* 

Spanking* 

Harry’s Childhood Room*

Morning BJ*

New BF

Painting H’s Nails

Thick*

Beg* 

Is Harry a good kisser?* 

Slow Sloppy Sex*

Fill* 

Plug*

4am*

Don’t Touch* 

Zarry*

Leather Gloves* 

Lipstick* 

Thigh Riding*

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Harry Talk

Fic Recs 

Wattpad 

Pick Your Poison Fic Challenge Masterlist 

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Chapter 15: Imperfect Union

Masterlist: The Boss of Brooklyn  A03 Story Link Author: @wordywarriorwrites Summary: When it comes to being The Boss, James Buchanan “JB” Barnes rules with an iron fist. For him, there’s no room for sentiment, and certainly no time for distraction, even if it is in the form of an old flame. Steve Rogers had bowed out of the life a long time ago, but a twist of fate brings him right back into the fold, and face-to-face with a man he once loved. When a game of cat and mouse turns into a matter of life and death, both will be forced to decide whether they’ll be loyal to the business, or faithful to each other. A/N: Bucky Barnes Mob Boss AU. Stucky. For: @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan Star’s Multi-Fandom Follower Celebration with the prompt, “Why did you do it?” & @sherrybaby14 Sherry’s Fall Into You Challenge with the prompt, “Show me. Prove that you can handle me.” Warnings: Language, violence, drug use, alcohol, smoking, explicit sexual content, illegal activities. *Re-blogs are welcome. Plagiarism isn’t. *

Miles of pink sand beaches, palm trees, and the stunning blue-green waters of the Atlantic. Opulent accommodations, accompanied by lavish surroundings, and meticulous Five Diamond service.  

There was a lot they needed to accomplish, but they’d all put the business on the back burner because the meet on the South Shore was about more than just settling accounts and signing bottom lines; it was also about mending fences, giving Nick Fury a proper sendoff, and ensuring the torch was passed into safe, capable hands.  

Dinner had been set up in one of the resort’s waterfront event rooms, and it would’ve been a stilted affair had everyone not partaken in the generous platters of fresh seafood and imbibed nearly a dozen bottles of Mitcher’s Bourbon Whiskey and Screaming Eagle Sauvignon Blanc.

Wanda, Natasha, and Carol got tipsy, giggled, and gabbed like long-lost pals. Fury, Scott, and Rhodey definitely got drunk, and they somehow persuaded Thor, Clint, and Tony, who were all plastered, to join them for a game of high-stakes poker. To an outsider, it looked like they were a group of friends just blowing off some steam, but in actuality, they were all trying to distract themselves and find their bearings.

Bucky maintained his composure throughout the evening and Steve was just as civil. Though nobody dared to point out the elephant in the room, they were all very well aware that the two of them were not exactly copacetic, and needed to be given a wide berth. Steve chose to occupy himself by making the rounds and chit-chatting. Bucky, on the other hand, opted to hide out on the balcony, and he’d just decided to call it a night when Natasha stepped outside and joined him.

She handed him a fresh drink and gently nudged his shoulder, “You okay?”

Bucky took a sip and shrugged, “Why do you ask?”

“Because you seem worried. And you’ve been eye-balling Steve for the past two hours.”

“I’ve got a lot on my mind,” he countered. “And I’m watching everyone.”

“How about you cut the bullshit and tell me what’s really bothering you?”  

He shook his head, “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me,” she shot back.

Bucky turned away from the room and stared out at the view, but the sounds and sights of the waves brought him no comfort this time. If anything, his mind churned even harder than the waters of the ocean, and he wasn’t sure how to explain what he was thinking, let alone how he was feeling.

Steve had only returned to Brooklyn to do a job. He’d been set up, betrayed, and nearly killed, but still, he stayed, and he’d remained loyal. He’d brought in the traitors; handed over Fury’s business and crew; gave the Families more than enough intel to set them up for several decades to come. He’d struggled and fought tooth-and-nail for months to put things right and make a clean break.

Bucky could’ve pulled rank, put his foot down, and given Steve’s seat to Natasha, but he didn’t. He knew being put in charge of the West Indies wasn’t what Steve wanted, but instead of giving him his well-earned freedom, Bucky had taken it away, and he didn’t do it because it was just good business, or because he wanted to make the transition more palatable.

He did it because he wanted Steve to stay, and it was easier and less messy to force his hand than to ask him to stick around. He wanted him to stay because whether Steve liked it or not, this was where he was meant to be, and this was what he’d been groomed to do since before he could walk.

Bucky wanted Steve to stay, because even with all the enmity between them, even after everything they’d done to each other, there was still nobody else in the world he trusted more than him.

He wanted him to stay because he’d already let Steve go once, and he’d regretted it. He wanted him to stay because despite what Steve had told him, it had meant something, and Bucky hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since the moment he’d fled Jamaica.

He wanted him to stay because what Maria said before Natasha put her down got under his fucking skin. He wanted him to stay, because no other man had ever fit so well in his life, or would ever look so right in his bed, and Bucky just couldn’t let it go…

But he couldn’t admit to any of it. Bucky couldn’t say any of it aloud, because that would make it too real, and he couldn’t allow himself to be honest or vulnerable or display anything that resembled human frailty. They’d reasserted control, but their grasp over both Brooklyn and their new real estate was still tenuous, and he needed to keep his authority, dignity, and backbone intact.  

“Do you love him?”

He snorted, “Love is one vice I can’t afford to indulge in.”

Natasha frowned, “That’s not an answer.”

“Well, that’s the answer you’ve been given,” Bucky retorted before he polished off his drink. “And on that note, I’m going to bed.”

On his way out, Bucky politely bid everyone goodnight, and then made his way to the elevator. It arrived promptly, and after he stepped inside, he selected the top floor. The doors had nearly closed, but someone shot out a hand and halted them. When Scott’s face appeared, Bucky stepped aside to make room for him, along with Steve and Rhodey, who followed quickly behind.

“I told you that you shouldn’t have dealt him in,” Rhodey groused.  

“A Royal fuckin’ Flush on the first hand,” Scott groaned in defeat. “How’s that even possible?”

Steve grinned and clapped them both on the back, “You can pay up in the morning.”

The three of them busted each other’s balls for several floors, and because Bucky’s suite was at the top of the high-rise, he got to be a spectator to all their antics. There were also several stops along the way, and one of the passengers kept readjusting his luggage until it fell right on top of his foot. The owner of the baggage didn’t even apologize, and Bucky was about to go off when he realized the person who had scuffed the toe of his Salvatore Ferragamo was too busy gawking at Steve to even realize what had happened.

Slapdash vacation ensemble of flip-flops, board-shorts, and a white t-shirt. A toned body, sharp jaw, and sandy-brown hair. He blushed and looked positively besotted, but all that doe-eyed innocence was counterbalanced with a flash of a sly smirk and the reveal of a tongue ring when he talked.

The elevator signaled it had arrived at the fifteenth floor, which was where Scott and Rhodey disembarked. If they said anything to him before they departed, Bucky didn’t hear it, as soon as it was just him, Steve, and the dude with the bad manners, the haphazard flirtation began.

It was way too much and far too obvious, which meant he wasn’t a pro, and the way he tried to subtly slip Steve his phone number suggested he was just a horny guy looking to get laid. Steve didn’t engage, but he didn’t exactly shut him down hard, either. Though his tone suggested he was very flattered, he was tactful, and even somewhat contrite when he said he wasn’t interested. To his credit, the guy took the rejection like a champ, and didn’t press the issue further.

Bucky knew he had no right whatsoever to be invidious of “my-name-is-Chad-and-my-room-is-1801-if-you-change-your-mind.” But he couldn’t deny that he really wanted to kick the guy’s teeth in, and he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t relieved that Steve didn’t change his mind decide to go with him.

He couldn’t recollect how many men had propositioned him in the past few months. He couldn’t remember their voices, their faces, or what they said to him. Bucky also couldn’t recall how many times he’d woken up alone, sober and extremely frustrated, because as much as he wanted to fuck Steve out of his system, he hadn’t been able to get it up for anyone else in months.

The automated voice chimed, “Floor Twenty,” and the doors parted. Steve got out and turned right. Bucky was supposed to go left, but he didn’t. Instead, he pursued Steve all the way to the end of the hall and right up to his door. The lock beeped and Steve reached for the handle, but Bucky got to it first. Even though he hadn’t been invited, and knew his presence was entirely unwelcome, he entered Steve’s room, and turned on the light.

As soon as Steve stepped over the threshold and the door clicked shut, Bucky turned around, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and slanted his mouth down hard over his.

None-too-gentle, deep, and possessive – it was a kiss that contradicted his words, shot his best intentions to hell, and betrayed his so-called indifference. It was a lip-lock that produced an instantaneous erection, which proved he wasn’t impotent, but also verified there was only one man he could and always would get hard for.

Bucky growled, pinned Steve up against the door, and bit down hard on his neck. Steve chuckled and Bucky knew – he knew that Steve knew was jealous – and he didn’t care. He just reached for his belt and yanked it open. As soon as the zipper was lowered and his boxers were pushed past his hips, Steve brought his hand to his mouth, and dragged his tongue over his palm and fingers. The hot, spit-slicked grasp around his dick made Bucky’s eyes roll back, and as the pressure increased, so did Steve’s grip.

It was all hot and frantic, but any thoughts of trying to reciprocate flew out of his head the moment Steve started to use both hands. He cupped and fondled with his left and maintained a steady pace with the right. He swiped the pad of his thumb repeatedly over the tip until Bucky was nice and slippery, and the sound of Steve working him over was just as filthy as it was erotic.  

“Is this the real reason I’m here?” he asked with a pointed squeeze. “Is this what you want me for?”

When Bucky didn’t answer right away, Steve jerked him harder, and picked up the pace.

“I gave you everything you wanted, but that wasn’t enough, was it? You want me under your thumb. You want me to follow your orders. You want me to call you Boss, don’t you?”

He moaned against his throat, “I want… Fuck, Steve, I want…”

“What? What do you want?” he demanded lecherously. “You want to fuck me into obedience? Screw me into submission? Is that what you want, JB? Do you just want a hole to stick your prick into, or do you actually want me?”  

“Don’t stop,” Bucky begged as he thrust his hips. “Fuck, whatever you do, don’t stop.”

“Say you want me. Say it and mean it,” Steve breathed into his ear. “Just say it, and I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to you that I can handle it – that I can handle you – and whatever else that gets thrown at us. Say it, and I just might let you come someplace else other than in your pants.”

Bucky should’ve been a man and owned up to what he felt, but he didn’t. At the same time Steve ripped the orgasm from his body, the word “No!” was also roughly torn out of his throat, and there was absolutely no way to take it back.

He knew he deserved it when Steve released him harshly and shoved him away. Bucky also knew Steve was more than justified in his actions when he spat in his face and wiped his cum-stained hands off on the sleeves of his suit jacket.

“I’m not some fuck-toy for you to play around with,” he snarled as he threw the door open wide.

Bucky pulled up his pants and met Steve’s rage-filled eyes, “I can’t. We can’t and I’m--”

“Just shut the fuck up,” Steve interjected coldly. “And get the fuck out.”

Chapter 16: Exsanguinate 

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Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures - It all begins with an invitation to Mycroft’s wedding to his PA and seven days at a resort in Jamaica, with the assumption that Molly pretends to be his girlfriend that his mother might be under the impression that he’s going to propose to sooner rather than later. It ends up being so much more than that…

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It took six hours for Sherrinford to wake up, which leaned into the theory he was drugged as opposed to simply drunk. He was sluggish at first, but when he saw he had company he asked for coffee to sober up. Robert started to brew some in the room’s coffee maker while Sherlock glared at his brother. “What?” Sherrinford finally said.

“You’re getting sloppy in your old age,” Sherlock said, his tone clipped.

“Just because we’re related doesn’t mean I won’t backhand you,” Sherrinford growled.

“Try it and you’ll get an unpleasant surprise,” Sherlock said. “How did you know where the cameras were?”

Sherrinford snorted a laugh. “They’re easy to find if you know where to look.”

“And how did you know?” Robert asked. “Have you been here before?”

“Why do you want to know?” he asked, mollified a bit.

“Because someone tried to kill you, you arrogant arse,” Sherlock replied. “We’re trying to figure out who, among other things.”

“I just got drunk,” he said, though he seemed a bit more scared now.

“Fine. I personally don’t care if you end up dead in the future, but not this week. Not during Mycroft’s wedding,” Sherlock said. “So tell me where you were before you showed up on our parent’s doorstep. What secrets have you stolen, where is the money, etcetera, etcetera.”

“Who told you?” Sherrinford said.

Sherlock waved his hand. “I have my own connections outside of my brother in the government. I need them, considering that what I do can sometimes potentially have international ramifications.” It wasn’t a big lie, but he wanted to make it sound like it was something that didn’t matter much to him. “Now. Where were you?”

Sherrinford was handed the coffee by Robert, and he looked back and forth between the two men before he got a defeated look on his face and began to talk. Most of it went past Sherlock’s understanding, but he nodded as Robert did, knowing that Robert understood the full import of what Sherrinford was saying: he knew secrets about Russian politicians and dealings on international levels, and the money that was missing was from their private slush fund accounts.

Eventually, he tapered off and Sherlock spoke again. “Who did you meet last night?”

“She’s going to kill me,” he said.

“I’ll kill you if you don’t tell me,” Sherlock said, sounding more irritated than he was. “And I’m sure I can get help getting rid of the body.”

Sherrinford blanched again. “You’re a psychopath.”

“High functioning sociopath. There’s a difference,” Sherlock snapped out. “Now. Who did you meet?”

“The maid of honor,” he said. “She said she had a change of heart after her behaviour at the rehearsal.”

Sherlock nodded. “Stay here, don’t leave if you know what’s good for you,” he said as he stood. Robert had caught his eye and the two of them stepped outside. “Revenge?”

“Among other things. Amanda is a Russian operative as well.”

“Is she still here?” Sherlock asked.

“I’ll find out,” Robert said.

“I’ll stay here with the bastard,” Sherlock said, sounding dejected. Robert clapped him on the shoulder and Sherlock went inside again.

“How did Mummy and Daddy go so wrong with you?” Sherrinford asked from the bed where he had answered the questions.

Sherlock snorted. “Look who’s talking.”

“Touche,” Sherrinford admitted. “Never thought Mikey would be the normal one.”

“You never intended to pay them back, did you?” Sherlock asked, and Sherrinford almost looked guilty. That was an answer enough without a verbal one. “When this is all over, if you ever see the light of day again, leave them be. They don’t need the trouble you’ll bring down on them.”

Sherrinford was quiet. “I really cocked this all up, didn’t I?”

“You did,” Sherlock said with a nod. “But at least you’re still alive. Be thankful for that.” Sherlock and Sherrinford both tapered into silence until Sherlock’s mobile rang. He answered it even though it was an unknown number. “Yes?”

“She’s been caught. Left the island via private boat, but we found her. Mildred has arranged for Sherrinford to be taken to one of our holes. But let him know he’s safe.”

“You’re safe for the moment,” Sherlock said to his brother. “But you won’t be here much longer.”

Sherrinford shrugged and went back to ignoring his brother, and when two men and Robert entered the room he didn’t seem surprised to see them. “At Her Majesty’s pleasure?” he asked Robert.

“Afraid so,” he replied, and the two men took him away, leaving Robert and Sherlock alone. “So.”

“He said very little else after you left, nothing that would help him or hurt him,” Sherlock said. “But it’s all gotten cocked up now, hasn’t it?”

“Well, I’ll be going with your brother back to England, so it’s just you and Molly to be in the wedding party. Nice and intimate,” he said. “But it’s worth it all so Andy gets married. Just...give her this.” He handed Sherlock an envelope. “It’s my gift to them.”

Sherlock nodded. “It was good to work with you for real this time, Robert.”

“It was, wasn’t it?” Robert said with a grin. “Take care, Sherlock.”

“You too,” Sherlock said, and with that, both he and Robert left Sherrinford’s room. Robert went left and Sherlock made his way towards Andrea’s room. Mycroft was there as well when he was let in. “Robert had to leave, but he gave me this to give to you.” He handed the envelope to Andrea.

She frowned and then opened it, and then laughed. “Oh, Mycroft, he’s giving us the family estate in Sussex.”

“You have an estate?” Molly asked, looking as surprised as Sherlock felt.

“Her Majesty rewards good service, and since Robert won’t be leaving any heirs…” Andrea closed the letter and put it back into the envelope. “I say it’s time you retire, Mycroft. Run the estate, become a professor of some sort, and I think we’ll be happier.”

“After all this, I think I just might,” Mycroft said, pressing a kiss to the side of Andrea’s head. Then he turned to his youngest brother. “Thank you, Sherlock. You still plan to be the best man?”

“I can’t think of anywhere else I need to be on Sunday,” he said with a nod.

“And you’ll be the maid of honor, now?” Andrea asked Molly.

“Of course,” Molly said.

“Good. Thank you, both of you,” she said, getting up from her seat and embracing them both. Molly returned it more eagerly than Sherlock, but he still felt some familial warmth at the gesture. When she was done, they took their leave and headed back to their room.

“I think I just want to sleep for a while,” Molly said, a yawn escaping her lips.

“Me too, but remember, our friends are arriving today.”

“True. Then maybe we can just go back to what we had been doing before…” A grin crossed her face and when she began to walk faster, nearly pulling him along, he let her. He had the feeling this time, things would be better indeed...

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This.Is.Fucking>Brilliant.

On Sept. 1, with a Category 5 hurricane off the Atlantic coast, an angry wind was issuing from the direction of President Trump’s Twitter account. The apparent emergency: Debra Messing, the co-star of “Will & Grace,” had tweeted that “the public has a right to know” who is attending a Beverly Hills fund-raiser for Mr. Trump’s re-election.

“I have not forgotten that when it was announced that I was going to do The Apprentice, and when it then became a big hit, Helping NBC’s failed lineup greatly, @DebraMessing came up to me at an Upfront & profusely thanked me, even calling me ‘Sir,’ ” wrote the 45th president of the United States.

It was a classic Trumpian ragetweet: aggrieved over a minor slight, possibly prompted by a Fox News segment, unverifiable — he has a long history of questionable tales involving someone calling him “Sir” — and nostalgic for his primetime-TV heyday. (By Thursday he was lashing Ms. Messing again, as Hurricane Dorian was lashing the Carolinas.)

This sort of outburst, almost three years into his presidency, has kept people puzzling over who the “real” Mr. Trump is and how he actually thinks. Should we take him, to quote the famous precept of Trumpology, literally or seriously? Are his attacks impulsive tantrums or strategic distractions from his other woes? Is he playing 3-D chess or Rock ’Em Sock ’Em Robots?

This is a futile effort. Try to understand Donald Trump as a person with psychology and strategy and motivation, and you will inevitably spiral into confusion and covfefe. The key is to remember that Donald Trump is not a person. He’s a TV character.

I mean, O.K., there is an actual person named Donald John Trump, with a human body and a childhood and formative experiences that theoretically a biographer or therapist might usefully delve into someday. (We can only speculate about the latter; Mr. Trump has boasted on Twitter of never having seen a psychiatrist, preferring the therapeutic effects of “hit[ting] ‘sleazebags’ back.”)

But that Donald Trump is of limited significance to America and the world. The “Donald Trump” who got elected president, who has strutted and fretted across the small screen since the 1980s, is a decades-long media performance. To understand him, you need to approach him less like a psychologist and more like a TV critic.

He was born in 1946, at the same time that American broadcast TV was being born. He grew up with it. His father, Fred, had one of the first color TV sets in Jamaica Estates. In “The Art of the Deal” Donald Trump recalls his mother, Mary Anne, spending a day in front of the tube, enraptured by the coronation of Queen Elizabeth in 1953. (“For Christ’s sake, Mary,” he remembers his father saying, “Enough is enough, turn it off. They’re all a bunch of con artists.”)

TV was his soul mate. It was like him. It was packed with the razzle-dazzle and action and violence that captivated him. He dreamed of going to Hollywood, then he shelved those dreams in favor of his father’s business and vowed, according to the book “TrumpNation” by Timothy O’Brien, to “put show business into real estate.”

As TV evolved from the homogeneous three-network mass medium of the mid-20th century to the polarized zillion-channel era of cable-news fisticuffs and reality shocker-tainment, he evolved with it. In the 1980s, he built a media profile as an insouciant, high-living apex predator. In 1990, he described his yacht and gilded buildings to Playboy as “Props for the show … The show is ‘Trump’ and it is sold-out performances everywhere.”

He syndicated that show to Oprah, Letterman, NBC, WrestleMania and Fox News. Everything he achieved, he achieved by using TV as a magnifying glass, to make himself appear bigger than he was.

He was able to do this because he thought like a TV camera. He knew what TV wanted, what stimulated its nerve endings. In his campaign rallies, he would tell The Washington Post, he knew just what to say “to keep the red light on”: that is, the light on a TV camera that showed that it was running, that you mattered. Bomb the [redacted] out of them! I’d like to punch him in the face! The red light radiated its approval. Cable news aired the rallies start to finish. For all practical purposes, he and the camera shared the same brain.

Even when he adopted social media, he used it like TV. First, he used it like a celebrity, to broadcast himself, his first tweet in 2009 promoting a “Late Show With David Letterman” appearance. Then he used it like an instigator, tweeting his birther conspiracies before he would talk about them on Fox News, road-testing his call for a border wall during the cable-news fueled Ebola and border panics of the 2014 midterms.

When he was a candidate, and especially when he was president, his tweets programmed TV and were amplified by it. On CNBC, a “BREAKING NEWS: TRUMP TWEET” graphic would spin out onscreen as soon as the words left his thumbs. He would watch Fox News, or Lou Dobbs, or CNN or “Morning Joe” or “Saturday Night Live” (“I don’t watch”), and get mad, and tweet. Then the tweets would become TV, and he would watch it, and tweet again.

If you want to understand what President Trump will do in any situation, then, it’s more helpful to ask: What would TV do? What does TV want?

It wants conflict. It wants excitement. If there is something that can blow up, it should blow up. It wants a fight. It wants more. It is always eating and never full.

Some presidential figure-outers, trying to understand the celebrity president through a template that they were already familiar with, have compared him with Ronald Reagan: a “master showman” cannily playing a “role.”

The comparison is understandable, but it’s wrong. Presidents Reagan and Trump were both entertainers who applied their acts to politics. But there’s a crucial difference between what “playing a character” means in the movies and what it means on reality TV.

Ronald Reagan was an actor. Actors need to believe deeply in the authenticity and interiority of people besides themselves — so deeply that they can subordinate their personalities to “people” who are merely lines on a script. Acting, Reagan told his biographer Lou Cannon, had taught him “to understand the feelings and motivations of others.”

Being a reality star, on the other hand, as Donald Trump was on “The Apprentice,” is also a kind of performance, but one that’s antithetical to movie acting. Playing a character on reality TV means being yourself, but bigger and louder.

Reality TV, writ broadly, goes back to Allen Funt’s “Candid Camera,” the PBS documentary “An American Family,” and MTV’s “The Real World.” But the first mass-market reality TV star was Richard Hatch, the winner of the first season of “Survivor” — produced by Mark Burnett, the eventual impresario of “The Apprentice”— in the summer of 2000.

Mr. Hatch won that first season in much the way that Mr. Trump would run his 2016 campaign. He realized that the only rules were that there were no rules. He lied and backstabbed and took advantage of loopholes, and he argued — with a telegenic brashness — that this made him smart. This was a crooked game in a crooked world, he argued to a final jury of players he’d betrayed and deceived. But, hey: At least he was open about it!

While shooting that first season, the show’s crew was rooting for Rudy Boesch, a 72-year-old former Navy SEAL and model of hard work and fair play. “The only outcome nobody wanted was Richard Hatch winning,” the host, Jeff Probst, would say later. It “would be a disaster.” After all, decades of TV cop shows had taught executives the iron rule that the viewers needed the good guy to win.

But they didn’t. “Survivor” was addictively entertaining, and audiences loved-to-hate the wryly devious Richard the way they did Tony Soprano and, before him, J.R. Ewing. More than 50 million people watched the first-season finale, and “Survivor” has been on the air nearly two decades.

From Richard Hatch, we got a steady stream of Real Housewives, Kardashians, nasty judges, dating-show contestants who “didn’t come here to make friends” and, of course, Donald Trump.

Reality TV has often gotten a raw deal from critics. (Full disclosure: I still watch “Survivor.”) Its audiences, often dismissed as dupes, are just as capable of watching with a critical eye as the fans of prestige cable dramas. But when you apply its mind-set — the law of the TV jungle — to public life, things get ugly.

In reality TV — at least competition reality shows like “The Apprentice” — you do not attempt to understand other people, except as obstacles or objects. To try to imagine what it is like to be a person other than yourself (what, in ordinary, off-camera life, we call “empathy”) is a liability. It’s a distraction that you have to tune out in order to project your fullest you.

Reality TV instead encourages “getting real.” On MTV’s progressive, diverse “Real World,” the phrase implied that people in the show were more authentic than characters on scripted TV — or even than real people in your own life, who were socially conditioned to “be polite.” But “getting real” would also resonate with a rising conservative notion: that political correctness kept people from saying what was really on their minds.

Being real is not the same thing as being honest. To be real is to be the most entertaining, provocative form of yourself. It is to say what you want, without caring whether your words are kind or responsible — or true — but only whether you want to say them. It is to foreground the parts of your personality (aggression, cockiness, prejudice) that will focus the red light on you, and unleash them like weapons.

Maybe the best definition of being real came from the former “Apprentice” contestant and White House aide Omarosa Manigault Newman in her memoir, “Unhinged.” Mr. Trump, she said, encouraged people in his entourage to “exaggerate the unique part of themselves.” When you’re being real, there is no difference between impulse and strategy, because the “strategy” is to do what feels good.

This is why it misses a key point to ask, as Vanity Fair recently did after Mr. Trump’s assault on Representative Elijah E. Cummings and the city of Baltimore in July, “Is the president a racist, or does he just play one on TV?” In reality TV, if you are a racist — and reality TV has had many racists, like Katie Hopkins, the far-right British “Apprentice” star the president frequently retweets — then you are a racist and you play one on TV.

So if you actually want a glimpse into the mind of Donald J. Trump, don’t look for a White House tell-all or some secret childhood heartbreak. Go to the streaming service Tubi, where his 14 seasons of “The Apprentice” recently became accessible to the public.

You can fast-forward past the team challenges and the stagey visits to Trump-branded properties. They’re useful in their own way, as a picture of how Mr. Burnett buttressed the future president’s Potemkin-zillionaire image. But the unadulterated, 200-proof Donald Trump is found in the boardroom segments, at the end of each episode, in which he “fires” one contestant.

In theory, the boardroom is where the best performers in the week’s challenges are rewarded and the screw-ups punished. In reality, the boardroom is a new game, the real game, a free-for-all in which contestants compete to throw one another under the bus and beg Mr. Trump for mercy.

There is no morality in the boardroom. There is no fair and unfair in the boardroom. There is only the individual, trying to impress Mr. Trump, to flatter Mr. Trump, to commune with his mind and anticipate his whims and fits of pique. Candidates are fired for giving up advantages (stupid), for being too nice to their adversaries (weak), for giving credit to their teammates, for interrupting him. The host’s decisions were often so mercurial, producers have said, that they would have to go back and edit the episodes to impose some appearance of logic on them.

What saves you in the boardroom? Fighting. Boardroom Trump loves to see people fight each other. He perks up at it like a cat hearing a can opener. He loves to watch people scrap for his favor (as they eventually would in his White House). He loves asking contestants to rat out their teammates and watching them squirm with conflict. The unity of the team gives way to disunity, which in the Trumpian worldview is the most productive state of being.

And America loved boardroom Trump — for a while. He delivered his catchphrase in TV cameos and slapped it on a reissue of his 1980s Monopoly knockoff Trump: The Game. (“I’m back and you’re fired!”) But after the first season, the ratings dropped; by season four they were nearly half what they were in season one.

He reacted to his declining numbers by ratcheting up what worked before: becoming a louder, more extreme, more abrasive version of himself. He gets more insulting in the boardroom — “You hang out with losers and you become a loser”— and executes double and quadruple firings.

It’s a pattern that we see as he advances toward his re-election campaign, with an eye not on the Nielsen ratings but on the polls: The only solution for any given problem was a Trumpier Trump.

Did it work for “The Apprentice”? Yes and no. His show hung on to a loyal base through 14 seasons, including the increasingly farcical celebrity version. But it never dominated its competition again, losing out, despite his denials, to the likes of the sitcom “Mike & Molly.”

Donald Trump’s “Apprentice” boardroom closed for business on Feb. 16, 2015, precisely four months before he announced his successful campaign for president. And also, it never closed. It expanded. It broke the fourth wall. We live inside it now.

Now, Mr. Trump re-creates the boardroom’s helter-skelter atmosphere every time he opens his mouth or his Twitter app. In place of the essentially dead White House press briefing, he walks out to the lawn in the morning and reporters gaggle around him like “Apprentice” contestants awaiting the day’s task. He rails and complains and establishes the plot points for that day’s episode: Greenland! Jews! “I am the chosen one!”

Then cable news spends morning to midnight happily masticating the fresh batch of outrages before memory-wiping itself to prepare for tomorrow’s episode. Maybe this sounds like a TV critic’s overextended metaphor, but it’s also the president’s: As The Times has reported, before taking office, he told aides to think of every day as “an episode in a television show in which he vanquishes rivals.”

Mr. Trump has been playing himself instinctually as a character since the 1980s; it’s allowed him to maintain a profile even through bankruptcies and humiliations. But it’s also why, on the rare occasions he’s had to publicly attempt a role contrary to his nature — calling for healing from a script after a mass shooting, for instance — he sounds as stagey and inauthentic as an unrehearsed amateur doing a sitcom cameo.

His character shorthand is “Donald Trump, Fighter Guy Who Wins.” Plop him in front of a camera with an infant orphaned in a mass murder, and he does not have it in his performer’s tool kit to do anything other than smile unnervingly and give a fat thumbs-up.

This is what was lost on commentators who kept hoping wanly that this State of the Union or that tragedy would be the moment he finally became “presidential.” It was lost on journalists who felt obligated to act as though every modulated speech from a teleprompter might, this time, be sincere.

The institution of the office is not changing Donald Trump, because he is already in the sway of another institution. He is governed not by the truisms of past politics but by the imperative of reality TV: never de-escalate and never turn the volume down.

This conveniently echoes the mantra he learned from his early mentor, Roy Cohn: Always attack and never apologize. He serves up one “most shocking episode ever” after another, mining uglier pieces of his core each time: progressing from profanity about Haiti and Africa in private to publicly telling four minority American congresswomen, only one of whom was born outside the United States, to “go back” to the countries they came from.

The taunting. The insults. The dog whistles. The dog bullhorns. The “Lock her up” and “Send her back.” All of it follows reality-TV rules. Every season has to top the last. Every fight is necessary, be it against Ilhan Omar or Debra Messing. Every twist must be more shocking, every conflict more vicious, lest the red light grow bored and wink off. The only difference: Now there’s no Mark Burnett to impose retroactive logic on the chaos, only press secretaries, pundits and Mike Pence.

To ask whether any of this is “instinct” or “strategy” is a parlor game. If you think like a TV camera — if thinking in those reflexive microbursts of adrenaline and testosterone has served you your whole life — then the instinct is the strategy.

And to ask who the “real” Donald Trump is, is to ignore the obvious. You already know who Donald Trump is. All the evidence you need is right there on your screen. He’s half-man, half-TV, with a camera for an eye that is constantly focused on itself. The red light is pulsing, 24/7, and it does not appear to have an off switch.

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Charles Edward Adams III (“Skip”), age 76, passed away on April 24, 2020 at the Pine Knoll Nursing Center in Lexington, MA from COVID-19 related complications coupled with a valiant 25+ year battle with Parkinson’s disease.

Born in Lynn, MA on August, 20 1943, he was the son of the late Charles E. Adams, Jr. and the late Elizabeth P. Adams. He graduated from Weymouth High School in 1961 and soon after, joined the Navy. He is a combat zone veteran of the U.S. Navy during the War in Vietnam. He served four years in the Navy, 1963-1967, and served as a hospital corpsman aboard the U.S.S. Franklin D. Roosevelt alongside his lifelong friend, Fred Cahoon. He was honorably discharged as an E-2. He traveled the world and always spoke of how those were the best memories of his life besides his time with his children and family.

Charlie studied pre-med at Northeastern University for a time and received professional licensure in insurance and real estate soon after that. He was a brilliant and articulate speaker and communicator and thrived in countless sales roles throughout his life. He was a natural networker and fearless about pitching his latest ideas. He loved to write letters, poetry, and read science magazines. Discussing the latest theories relating to physics and creation especially excited him. Later in life, he sought the connection between spirituality and ontology.

He was an active Mason, and faithfully attended UU and UCC churches in Billerica, MA, Westborough, MA, Lowell, MA, New Mexico, and Jamaica Plain, MA. He volunteered, while living in Lowell, MA, to help tutor kids and help them with their homework after school. He loved to rescue old cars at the end of their lives and drive his kids around in them. His personality was effusive, gregarious, charming, conversationalist, and irredeemably optimistic. These qualities made friendships occur naturally.  Charlie would want you to know that he was extremely human and subject to the same impulses, temptations, angers, fears, and anxieties which characterize the human condition. It will remain his primary wish for you reading this now, to trust God and focus on relationships, forgiveness, and love. These are eternal.

He is survived by his 6 children, 8 grandchildren, 5 siblings (Janet Oyer, Grant Adams, John Adams, Gail Fanselow and David Adams), many nieces and nephews, cousins, and dear friends. He was the ex-husband of Ardy (Martell) Greatorex who was the mother of April Adams, Heather McKeown, and Kristen Scott, and the ex-husband of Donna (Patterson) Adams who was the mother of Suzanne (O’Connor) Below, Jason D. Adams, and Victoria (Adams) Campbell. He is predeceased by his mother and father whom he adored and will be laid to rest beside at Evergreen Cemetery in Portland, ME.

The funeral will be held at Davis Funeral Home in Boston’s Roxbury neighborhood located at 89 Walnut Ave., Boston, MA 02119 on May 1, 2020 from 2pm-4pm. In the midst of the current COVID-19 health emergency, social distancing measures require this to be a private service.

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2010′s

2010’s Thinking about this last decade and there are so many amazing milestones, losses, triumphs, memories, successes and more. This decade provided the following memories 2010 - I dropped out of college, one semester short of graduation. My first job (Wendy’s) promoted me to a shift supervisor. I moved in with my boyfriend and his family. We went on my first cruise and my first international vacation. I swam with sharks and hand fed a scarlet macaw Jamaica, fed green turtles in Grand Cayman and petted Ernest Hemenway’s cats in Key West 2011 - I quit my job at Wendy’s and took the summer off to relax and revaluate my priorities. My parents moved out of the home I grew up in and moved to a one-bedroom apartment in the next city over. I took a weeklong vacation to Lincoln, New Hampshire. I went to the top of Mt. Washington and saw six moose on a moose tour. 2012 - Six weeks after getting a job at Catherine’s plus sizes as a supervisor, I was promoted to Assistant Manager. At the age of 24, I was the youngest manager in my district. (All of New England). I was also top in sales for the state of Massachusetts. I went to Niagara Falls and enjoyed every moment of it. I never got tired of seeing the waterfalls. 2013 - Quit my job as an Assistant Manager at Catherine’s when my boss was screaming at me in front of customers because I didn’t catch a small mistake made by another employee. I broke up with my boyfriend of seven years. Our relationship and our lives weren’t moving forward, and he didn’t see a problem with it. Therefore, I moved back in with my parents at 25. I traveled to NYC with my parents to celebrate their 30th anniversary. By the end of the year I was a Swing Manager at McDonald’s working 50 hrs a week. 2014 - Easter Sunday was my first Sunday off in six months. I was bored and downloaded Tinder. Within 10 minutes, I matched with Chris. We spent the next five days texting and on the phone with each other. On April 25th, I traveled five hours on two busses, 2 subways and a commuter rail to get from Lowell to Hartford to meet Chris at the bus station. We went on our first date to Mooyah in New Britain. Six months later, I quit my job at McDonald’s and moved to Connecticut and into our first apartment. I had lived in Massachusetts for 23 years and it’s the only state that I ever remember living in. 2015 - Chris and I traveled with his parents to New Hampshire and saw the Ice Castles. That March, we found out that I was pregnant. I was on the Depo Provera shot. When we went to the Planned Parenthood two days after we found out, the pregnancy was deemed high risk as my HCG levels were about 3 times what they should have been for six weeks along. We spent an entire night and day at St. Francis Hospital to be told by three OB/GYN’s that I had a “unviable pregnancy of unknown location”. A week later we went back to St. Francis for another ultrasound and they found the sac and a heartbeat. The Radiologist said that everything looked normal and my due date was 11/22/15. I refused to believe it, but after three weeks of terrible all-day sickness, the pregnancy was gone. I was 9 weeks, 3 days along. I couldn’t work for an entire week after that. Chris and I have never spoken about it again. After that, I revaluated what I wanted to do with my life. Just not sure what I wanted to do, just that I wanted something that I could help people and that wasn’t a dead end job. That June, Chris was laid off from his first job after graduating college. We had to move in with his parents. I threw myself into working as much as possible. My job at the time was at Panera Bread as an Associate Trainer. That August, I signed up for real estate classes at Manchester Comm. College in Manchester. It took me three months to complete the course, but I passed the final exam with flying colors and looked forward to leaving the restaurant industry behind. Chris and I spent Thanksgiving moving into a two-story townhouse in Ellington. 2016 - I passed my national and state real estate exams on my first try in January. I signed up with Keller Williams in East Longmeadow. My license was issued on February 16th. After a few months, I switched to Keller Williams in West Hartford. I interviewed with several teams. However none of them were the right fit for me. I was still working at Panera but was desperate to leave. That November, I saw a Facebook post on the Keller Williams West Hartford that the Blake Team was looking for a Transaction Coordinator. I responded with my resume immediately and Amina messaged me back within five minutes. Five interviews later, I landed the job and my start date was 1/2/17. After two years at Panera Bread, it felt incredible to put in my two weeks’ notice. 2017 – Started my first “real” job in January in Wallingford. I couldn’t have asked for a better team to learn from. Everything I know about real estate is from this team. While I enjoyed a job that kept me busy. (Our team was the #1 Individual team at Keller Williams in New England that year) I knew that I wanted to go back to school to finish my bachelor’s degree. That May, I applied to Central Connecticut State University and I was accepted. I started in August as a general business major as I didn’t really know what I wanted to major in. It was intimidating to sit in classes of 20-year-old students at nearly 30 years old. Especially after being out of school for nearly nine years. I would work 8 am – Noon, M-F as an ISA on the team and then go to CCSU from 1 PM – 10PM, Monday – Thursday. First semester didn’t go as great as I wanted to, but I kept going. After months of illness, my nana passed away on Nov. 25th. I had visited her two days prior on Thanksgiving, it was heartbreaking to see her like that. 2018 - I continued my education and kept working in real estate. I went back to handling the transactions for the team that August. I did not want to give that up as I’ve worked hard to get my license and to earn a spot-on Amina’s team. Due to financial reasons, I went back to Panera Bread as an Associate Trainer. So along with taking 15 credits at CCSU, working in real estate, I was working at Panera, my only day off was Saturdays. That May ended up declaring my major as Hospitality and Tourism with a minor in Business Administration. Professor Kreeger, who is the head of the department, was the first professor that I met that cared about my education. He took transfer credits that CCSU initially refused to take. Thus, allowing me to graduate a semester early. My grandfather passed away October 1st, he was my last surviving grandparent. 2019 – I started my last semester at CCSU in January and continued to go to school full time and work two jobs. I’m still not sure how I handled it, but I ended up graduating with a 3.6 GPA in my major and a 3.0 overall. That June, I quit Panera Bread again and took on real estate full time again. In September, Amina asked me if I was willing to take BOLD that year. At first, I was hesitant as I had preconceived notions that it was just cheerleading for agents and a scheme for KW to make more money. After seven weeks on the “Untouchables” team, I was hooked. The energy and momentum were more that I was expecting. I even got my first listing appointment while taking BOLD. I’ve already asked Amina if I can take it again in the Spring. As I look back on the past decade, I first saw failures, from relationships, education, jobs and myself. However, I never gave up, I kept going until I reached my goals. Am I where I thought I would be at 32? No, but I am working to get there. There isn’t a timeline for when things need to happen. I’m going at my own pace.

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Chapter 12: Sabotage

Masterlist: The Boss of Brooklyn A03 Story Link Author: @wordywarriorwrites Summary: When it comes to being The Boss, James Buchanan “JB” Barnes rules with an iron fist. For him, there’s no room for sentiment, and certainly no time for distraction, even if it is in the form of an old flame. Steve Rogers had bowed out of the life a long time ago, but a twist of fate brings him right back into the fold, and face-to-face with a man he once loved. When a game of cat and mouse turns into a matter of life and death, both will be forced to decide whether they’ll be loyal to the business, or faithful to each other. A/N: Bucky Barnes Mob Boss AU. Stucky. For: @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan Star’s Multi-Fandom Follower Celebration & @sherrybaby14 Sherry’s Fall Into You Challenge. Warnings: Language, violence, drug use, alcohol, smoking, explicit sexual content, illegal activities. *Re-blogs are welcome. Plagiarism isn’t. *

Steve left before dawn with nothing but the clothes on his back and his dogeared passport.

When he hit the lobby, he expected to find it deserted, but instead, it was teeming with pissed-off guests. It was way too early for check-ins, which meant there was only a skeleton crew on hand to receive them, and the sole desk clerk was struggling to appease the mob and contain the situation.  

The weary travelers were ripe for the picking and Steve took advantage of the chaos. By the time he stepped out of the hotel, he’d pilfered a suitcase, a backpack, and a dozen wallets. Given the situation, the doorman was overly polite and very Johnny-on-the-spot, and within seconds, he was in a taxi and on his way to the airport.

While the driver was focused on the road, Steve sorted through what he’d lifted; anything useful was put into the backpack or pocketed, and whatever remained was discarded in the suitcase. When the cabbie pulled up to the curb, Steve paid the fare, and disembarked. The airport’s entrance was bustling, and the throng of early-morning travelers were laden down with luggage, which made it all too easy for him to leave the stolen suitcase behind in the crowd.

Steve checked the departure schedule and found the first available flight out was destined for Mexico City. When he got to the ticket counter, the agent told him he was just in time, and that there was still plenty of seating available. By the time he paid, got checked in, and made his way through security, they’d announced final boarding.

It had only taken forty-five minutes to escape, but this time, Steve didn’t feel relieved when the plane took off. Instead, he felt nauseated, and the sensation stayed with him long after the flight ended.

A pit-stop at a tourist trap for toiletries, over-priced snacks, and new clothes. Then, it was on to a cash-only, no-names, non-descript motel. Four walls, a bed, and heavy, garishly patterned curtains. A bedside lamp that flickered incessantly, a television that didn’t work, and an air conditioning unit that puttered out lukewarm air in unsteady intervals. It wasn’t fancy by any means, but the place was clean, which was more than he could say for himself.

He undressed in front of the full-length mirror that hung on the back of the bathroom door, and the fluorescent light revealed everything that had been kept under wraps. Friction-burned knees; thighs smattered with fingertip-shaped bruises; hickey-covered throat; a bite mark on the crook of his neck; scratches on his torso; tenderness in the softest, most intimate of places.

It looked bad, but it felt so God-damn good.  

Half a fucking decade had passed. He should’ve been well and truly over it, but old habits were the hardest to break, and like an idiot, he did the one thing he’d promised himself he would never do again. Steve should’ve said no. He should’ve said no because he knew better. Damn it, he knew better, but he’d always wanted Bucky. He’d wanted him from the moment he understood what wanting someone actually meant, and he’d never stopped fucking wanting him…

The ache in his gut was compounded, because every time Steve took a breath, he could fucking smell him. Many things had changed, but Bucky had worn the same cologne since high school, and the all-too-familiar scent still clung to his own skin. Steve could still feel the voraciousness of their shared pleasure in his calves, at the small of his back, and in his arms. His groin and mouth and heart and conscience were still laden with everything they’d done, and all that blistering, bittersweetness was just too fucking much to carry.

A tiny shower stall, with a sheer curtain that kept clinging to his ass; travel-sized, off-brand soap and shampoo; a methodical cleansing that he knew would leave his skin pruned and bright red afterward. After Steve got out, he wrapped a towel around his waist, and brushed his teeth at the sink until his gums bled in protest.

The clothes he’d traveled in went into the trash, and though he was exhausted down to his marrow, he could find no rest. Detoxing meant avoiding temptation, so, instead of obsessing over Bucky, he turned his mind toward Fury, and tried to mentally untangle the web.

What Steve couldn’t understand – what didn’t make any sense at all – was why Nick had even bothered coming to the table if his ultimate goal was to take Brooklyn for himself. Fury was a man who didn’t like to share or compromise, but he would do it if it served his bottom line. He was also a man of patience and strategy, and he rarely, if ever, missed a target. It just didn’t make sense…

Steve knew there had to be more going on, but he couldn’t see the bigger picture yet. He may have lost a battle in Jamaica, but that didn’t mean the war was over, and leaving had been much more than a tactical retreat. He knew what he needed to do – what it would take to get it done and make it right – and for the sake of what remained of his sanity, he had to go it alone.

The journey began two days later on the shores of Table Bay in Cape Town, South Africa. The economic hub lured in real estate moguls and sightseers, but Steve hadn’t been interested in Clifton Beach, African penguins, or the architectural heritage. What he’d needed was information and he knew a guy who owed him a favor.

From there, it was on to Tristan da Cunha; an island completely isolated from civilization that required a seven-day boat trip to reach. There were no restaurants or hotels, credit cards weren’t accepted, and while most of the inhabitants made their living through trade and farming, he knew of one resident who wasn’t who she appeared to be.

After that, it was on to the Caymans, followed by Cuba. Then, Steve headed back to the States, and hoped to find the final piece of the puzzle at a swanky beach house in San Juan, Puerto Rico.

“I heard you were dead,” Phil Coulson declared by way of greeting.

Steve smirked and stepped over the threshold, “Disappointed?”

“Impressed,” he countered. “And relieved.”

Steve knew there was no point in asking Phil to elaborate on his assertions. The man had been doing the whole espionage thing since before it became mainstream, and though he’d been in retirement for nearly a decade, he still had his finger on the pulse, and really enjoyed the build-up before the show-and-tell. Phil was also the last person left who owed Steve a debt, but it took a tour of the house, lunch on the patio overlooking the ocean, and a lot of small-talk before he was able to bring up the reason for his visit.

“What can you tell me about the players in New York and in the West Indies?” Steve prompted.    

“I don’t participate,” Phil said as he tapped at a wireless keyboard that fired up the flatscreen on the wall. “But I do like to watch.”

A map of Brooklyn appeared and it displayed the hierarchy and territories of the Families over time. After that, it was the West Indies, which showcased how Fury had slowly taken it piece by piece. Next came the reports of all the backroom talks, underhanded deals, blood, death, and destruction. It wasn’t anything Steve didn’t already know, but what Phil brought up next made his blood run cold.

Steve had lied to Fury – said he’d tied up all loose ends – but he hadn’t. Since he knew the woman’s death would bring nothing but trouble, he’d let the dead Senator’s wife go free, and his act of mercy had been both a mistake and the catalyst. Sam’s flunky at the shop came up and he recognized the trademark lollipop. Subsequent pictures showed the two women had met dozens of times. After that, there was a video of Sam doing what he did best, which was very illegal, and they’d used the tape to blackmail him and force him to play along.  

The series of clips that followed showed Fury locked in a cell by himself, but eventually, another person had been thrown in with him. The man Steve saw was supposed to be in a graveyard back home, but the date and time stamp revealed Sam Wilson was above ground, and very much alive.

Bucky’s private security – all taken out by a lone bodyguard who had been bought off and tasked to kill his own Boss. The men who had ambushed Steve on the street, in his house, and who had also raided the Families homes -- they, too, had received similar instruction and payment. All in all, they’d had enough combined insider-knowledge to get it done, but someone who had both clout and cash had helped them execute their plans.  

Steve ran a hand over his beard and started to pace. He hadn’t been able to see clearly or think straight, but now, all the madness made sense. Keeping the peace meant Steve continued breathing and someone clearly hadn’t wanted that. When he’d gotten captured by the Families, Fury should’ve issued a kill order; instead, he’d sent an unknown emissary to negotiate for peace, which meant the accord had actually been a contingency plan.

The agreement between the Bosses had been Fury’s way of trying to ensure Steve’s back was covered. The man had struck the bargain of a lifetime, but if half of what he’d learned was true, Nick’s hands hadn’t been on the steering wheel since the paperwork had been signed. Whoever had done this had managed to get him out of the way and that person now had full control over both the business and crew. What little protection Steve had been given had also been taken away, and somehow, they’d managed to convince the Families to cut him off completely.

Given everything Phil had shared, Steve knew someone had to have put things in motion before he ever stepped foot in Brooklyn. Whoever it was had maneuvered the Senator and his wife into Fury’s orbit; ensured they got caught double-dipping with the Families; planned for the job he’d been sent to do to go sideways. The torture, the ousting, the rumors, the staging of Sam’s death – they’d been responsible for all of it.

Whoever was behind it hadn’t been trying to prevent a war, they’d been planning one all along…

“When all else fails, follow the money,” Steve bit out. “Who bankrolled this?”

Phil had saved the best for last, and when the picture and wire transfers were revealed, Steve put his fist through the screen. Everything inside him was screaming in protest, and he didn’t even realize Phil was still present until he’d been given a towel for his bloodied knuckles.

“Why? Why would she do this?”

Phil shrugged slightly, “Fury’s getting up there in age and has been looking for a successor. I have a feeling Nick intended to hand the crown to you after the job in Brooklyn was done.”

He cursed and wrapped his hand, “I wouldn’t have accepted.”

“She couldn’t be sure you’d decline,” Phil asserted.

“Then, why even bother to play nice at all?” Steve snapped. “Why didn’t she just kill me when she had the chance?”

“Money, anger, fear, envy – they’re all powerful motivators. Sabotage takes time, but it’s less risky, and much cleaner. Killing you would’ve been easier, but you’ve got friends in high places, and it would’ve drawn too much attention.”

“Is anyone else involved?”  

“No. None of them had a hand in it or benefitted from it.”

Steve let out a ragged breath and stared at the destroyed television, “I don’t have it on me now, but I will send you money to replace it.”

Phil grinned and retrieved both a manila envelope and a tablet from the coffee table, “I thought you’d say that. I also figured you’d show up here eventually, so, let’s settle up, shall we?”

A thumbprint was all it took to bring the screen to life, and when Steve realized what Phil had done, the tightness in his chest spread right on up to his throat. He hadn’t just provided coordinates to Sam and Fury’s location -- he’d also somehow managed to unfreeze Steve’s money and assets, and had put safeguards in place to ensure they would never be taken from him again. The envelope contained two stacks of cash, a burner phone, a plane ticket, and a set of car keys.

Phil told him his chariot and the arsenal in the trunk awaited him, and since his flight departed in an hour, his driver was on standby to take him to the airport. The debt Phil owed had been paid in full, and though Steve was floored and overwhelmed, he still managed to thank him and shake his hand.  

“Give ‘em hell, Rogers,” Phil advised. “And when you’re done, get out, and don’t ever look back.”

Chapter 13: Settled Scores

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Trump pressured his alcoholic brother about his career. Now he has regrets.   

https://wapo.st/2yGJVqT

This is a fascinating read 📖 looking at the dynamics within the immediate family members of Trump. You see the lack of empathy on Donald's and Fred's part throughout the article.

Trump pressured his alcoholic brother about his career. Now he has regrets.

By Michael KRANISH | Published August 08 at 6:00 AM ET | Washington Post | Posted August 8, 2019 10:02 AM ET

President Trump remembers coming home in the mid-1960s to read reports on the cost of mops and paint as he prepared to work in the family real estate business. He was astonished to find his older brother, Fred Jr., reading aviation books in hopes of fulfilling his dream of being a TWA pilot.  

“Come on, Freddy, what are you doing?” Trump has recalled saying to his brother. “You’re wasting your time.” Their father berated Fred Jr., saying he wanted to be nothing more than “a chauffeur in the sky,” a friend said, instead of running the Trump company. 

Fred Jr. was wounded. “It was a lot of pressure,” said David Miller, a Lehigh University fraternity brother of Fred Jr.’s who became his lawyer. “He did what he could to run away from it.”

Fred Trump Jr.’s dream of flying for TWA ended. He descended into alcoholism and died at 42 years old in 1981.

Now, as President Trump speaks about how he will fight the opioid crisis, he has seized on the story of his brother as evidence of his empathy for addicts, saying that he can apply the lessons of that experience to dealing with the calamity of narcotics abuse.

In an extensive interview with The Washington Post, Trump provided what appears to be the fullest accounting he has ever given of his brother’s life and death, and he went further than he has before in acknowledging mistakes.  

“I do regret having put pressure on him,” Trump said. Running the family business “was just something he was never going to want” to do. “It was just not his thing. . . . I think the mistake that we made was we assumed that everybody would like it. That would be the biggest mistake. . . . There was sort of a double pressure put on him” by his brother and his father. 

It is rare for Trump to express regret or admit mistakes. But he said his brother’s short, tragic life scarred him like no other event, and he said he remains haunted by watching Fred Jr.’s handsome features fade. 

A number of Fred Jr.’s friends, who provided The Post with many new details about his life, said the president has too often told the story in a way that put Fred Jr. in the harshest light while painting himself as the virtuous brother who avoided alcohol. The president was asked to respond to their comments and recently did so.

Jack O’Donnell, a former Trump casino executive who later ran an Arizona addiction treatment center, said the president still has not come to terms with his brother’s life and death. 

“It always felt like it was a dark family secret, and a subject [about] which he did not want to talk,” O’Donnell said. “There is generally a lot of shame around addiction, which is sad. I think the entire Trump family suffers a great deal of shame and unresolved trauma over Fred’s Jr. death.” 

TALL AND HANDSOME

Freddy, as everyone called him, was the firstborn son, so he was given the name of his father. His friends said in interviews that he was the opposite of Donald Trump — soft-spoken, playful, and often joking.

The Trump children grew up in Queens, eventually moving to a two-story, columned house in Jamaica Estates that looked as if it belonged on a Southern plantation. Freddy took the subway to St. Paul’s, an Episcopal high school in Garden City, N.Y., and his father hoped he would be accepted into the University of Pennsylvania’s Wharton Business School. But Fred Jr. didn’t get in, and he went instead to Lehigh University in 1956, leaving behind his then-10-year-old brother Donald.

Fred Jr. quickly became one of the most sought-after students at Lehigh, and many fraternities courted him. Despite being raised Presbyterian, he joined a fraternity that historically had been Jewish but was open to people of other faiths. One of the brothers said Fred Jr.’s joining that fraternity, Sigma Alpha Mu, was a declaration of his independence from his father. 

The fraternity brothers said they never saw Fred Jr. drink excessively, and they recalled giving him the responsibility of house steward, which involved overseeing the kitchen and some finances. Tall, blond and movie-star handsome, he was considered the campus jokester, arranging stunts and carrying himself as happy-go-lucky and wealthy. They recalled him offering them rides in a sports car, boat and an airplane, which he rented at a local airport.  

“Every year he would come to college with a brand-new Corvette,” said fraternity brother Ira Jay Kirschner. “He was a fun-loving person who enjoyed life.” 

“He was as far from Donald’s personality as you can get,” said fraternity brother Mel Bergstein.

After graduating from Lehigh in 1960, Trump met a flight attendant named Linda Lee Clapp, and they married in 1962.  

The couple lived in New York, where Fred Jr. relented to pressure to go into the family real estate business. It was Fred Jr., one friend said, who came up with the idea of naming a set of high-rise apartments near Coney Island as Trump Village, the first time the family name appeared on a development. But he soon got into fights with his father over seemingly mundane decisions, such as how much to spend on windows.

Donald, who had been sent to military school to have discipline instilled in him, was about to attend Fordham University. It was in this period that Fred Trump Sr. and Donald Trump chastised Fred Trump Jr. for not wanting to be involved in the family business.

Fred Jr. saw flying as an honorable profession, his friends said. He applied to be trained as a pilot for TWA and passed a rigorous set of requirements to enroll in a 1964 class of about a dozen students. He flew for a number of months as a secondary pilot. 

“What he loved doing was flying airplanes,” Donald Trump said. “I remember being at the house and other pilots from TWA would come to the house and they’d come to work with Fred because he was a very natural talent.” 

Three pilots who trained with Fred Jr. said in interviews that they saw signs of his alcoholism emerging. The pilots said they didn’t know anything about the pressure Trump was under from his family to join the business, but they said he clearly was under stress that he could not handle. 

Bob Dedman, who said he sat next to Fred Jr. at the TWA flight school, said he was “always nattily dressed, polite, educated and well-mannered. A nicer gentleman you will never meet. His problem was he had a major drinking problem. . . . He would go to a restaurant and have a couple of martinis. He would fall asleep and I said, ‘Hey, Fred, wake up!’ ”

By some accounts, Fred Jr. was fired from TWA after a year-long probation for new hires. He was “terminated because he had a drinking problem,” said Bob Kavula, vice president of the TWA Retired Pilots Association. “His drinking got in the way of his flying, and they couldn’t afford that.”

But one of Fred Jr.’s friends, Annamaria Forcier, who as a teenager in 1958 moved to the Queens neighborhood where the Trump family lived, thought Fred Jr. left TWA because of the pressure from the family. 

“My impression of it was that he was basically forced to go work for the family firm,” she said. “There was a lot of tension between not only the old man but also between him and Donald. There was a lot of tension because they didn’t want him to be an airline pilot.” 

Forcier saw the brothers together on several occasions, including a dinner at her home where she said Donald Trump yelled at his brother. 

“I’m five-foot-eight and I’m standing between them,” Forcier said. “[Donald] was yelling at him. He was a finger pointer, and he put his finger in his brother’s face.” Finally, Donald Trump stormed out, slamming the door behind him, she said. 

Trump said, “I actually don’t know if I ever argued with [Fred Jr.], other than to sort of tell him, ‘Gee, you should love this, this business; we can do something great here.’ ” 

Still, Trump has said for years that watching his brother’s downfall was instructive, particularly his backing down in the face of their father’s scolding. Donald Trump shaped himself in a way that is now familiar: pushing back against anyone who questions him and becoming the kind of “killer” his father wanted to run the family business. 

“I stood up to him,” Trump wrote in his autobiography, “and he respected that.” 

DRINKING WORSENS

For a while, Fred Jr. tried to build his own business, establishing an employment agency, but the effort foundered. By 1966, he had rejoined the family company, where he was identified in newspapers as vice president, and became the spokesman for the family’s effort to redevelop Steeplechase Park on Coney Island into a zoo-like attraction. 

Donald Trump, meanwhile, was increasingly seen by their father as the heir apparent. Donald had completed two years at Fordham University and was under pressure from his father to transfer to Penn’s business school, which Fred Jr. had failed to get into a decade earlier. 

As it happened, one of Fred Jr.’s closest friends, a high school classmate named James Nolan, had become an admissions officer at Wharton. As recently reported by The Post, Fred Jr. asked Nolan to interview Donald as a candidate for admission.

Nolan said in an interview that he agreed and gave Donald a rating that qualified him for admission. Donald was granted entrance as a transfer student, enabling him to achieve what his brother had not and establishing him in their father’s eyes as more successful. 

A few years later, when the New York Times ran a feature about the family business, it showed Fred Trump Sr. surveying company property alongside Donald Trump. Fred Trump Jr.’s name no longer appeared in stories about the family business, and his drinking became worse. 

“I tried many times to tell him to get help, to try to get him to stop,” Miller, the fraternity brother and lawyer, said in an interview at his New York City apartment. “If I had known of the existence of Alcoholics Anonymous, I would have dragged him by the throat to it.” 

Finally, Miller persuaded Fred Jr. to see a psychiatrist. Miller described the meeting as follows: 

“I don’t want to stop drinking,” Fred Jr. said.

“I can’t help someone who doesn’t want to stop,” the psychiatrist replied.

Miller concluded that his friend simply “liked to drink” and “became addicted to alcohol.”

Around this time, Linda decided to seek a divorce because of Fred’s drinking, Miller said. They divorced in 1970. Fred Jr. worked at some modest jobs for the family company as his health worsened. 

By the late 1970s, Donald Trump’s life was being chronicled in the press like that of a celebrity. He partied at Manhattan’s Studio 54, married his first wife, Ivana, and began developing property in Manhattan with the financial support of his father. 

Fred Jr., meanwhile, was gaunt, ill and hospitalized.

Nolan, the former high school classmate, visited Fred Jr. in the hospital during this period, and part of his stomach had been removed, apparently because of damage from drinking. 

“He was melancholy, understandably,” Nolan said. Yet somehow the old jokester had kept his sense of humor. 

“He said, ‘You know, I should have become a comedian,’ ” Nolan said.

Donald Trump said that he, too, visited his brother at the hospital. He asked his brother what attracted him to alcohol. 

“I used to ask, ‘Is it the taste, or what is it?’ ” Trump said in the interview. “He didn’t know what to say about it because, frankly, it was just something that he liked.”

In these last years of his life, Fred Jr. lived once again at the Jamaica Estates home. Donald Trump has long said that his brother helped him by warning him against alcohol, but he had not said what, if anything, he did to help his brother. Asked in the interview whether he did anything to help his brother fight the disease, Trump said he often traveled from his Manhattan home to visit.

“I dealt with it,” Trump said. “We went out to dinner a lot. I’d sometimes come home and go to lunch with him.” 

Asked whether his brother was ever sent to a rehabilitation program, Trump responded: “He did. A number of times.” Asked if he visited his brother, Trump said, “I don’t think it was necessarily a stay-over rehab because he lived in the house. I don’t remember it as being a stay-over. But I spent a lot of times with Fred.”

Trump said that “I don’t think there was much we could do at the time . . . . Things have been studied and learned right now that are much different.” 

During this period, Trump said, he was shocked by his brother’s physical decline but also by his determination to survive. 

“He was so handsome, and I saw what alcohol did to him even physically . . . and that had an impact on me, too,” Trump said. In the end, “he actually lived a long time longer than you would expect.”

On Sept. 26, 1981, Fred Trump Jr. was at Queens Hospital Center when he died of a heart attack, which the family has said stemmed from alcoholism. 

News of the death was received bitterly by Fred Jr.’s friends. Forcier expressed concern that the family had not provided him with the type of support that might have helped him. 

Donald Trump feared addiction to alcohol was a disease that ran in his family and that he would follow his brother if he had a single drink. 

“Let’s say I started drinking, it’s very possible I wouldn’t be talking to you right now,” Trump said in the interview. “There is something about the genetic effect.” (Trump noted that his fear of alcohol did not prevent him from buying in 2011 what became known as Trump Winery in Virginia, now operated by his son Eric.) 

With Fred Jr.’s death, the family’s focus turned even more to Donald Trump, whose fortunes were ascendant as he developed Trump Tower in Manhattan. 

ESTATE FIGHT

Fred Trump Sr. died 18 years after his namesake son. The family of Fred Trump Jr. had hoped to receive a share of the estate similar to what would have gone to him if he had lived.

The issue was important to them because Fred Jr.’s son, Fred Trump III, had a son, William, with cerebral palsy. The boy’s care had been covered by a Trump company, but it was costly, with expenses that would last a lifetime. 

After the patriarch’s death, however, the descendants of Fred Jr. learned that they would receive only a portion of the amount they had expected. They took the extraordinary step of suing several  other members of the Trump family in March 2000, alleging that Donald Trump and his siblings had persuaded Fred Sr. to change the will. Donald Trump responded by cutting off the family company’s payments for the care of Fred Trump III’s child with cerebral palsy.

“When [Fred Trump III] sued us, we said, ‘Why should we give him medical coverage?’ ” Donald Trump told the New York Daily News at the time. 

Fred Trump III, referring to Donald Trump and two of his siblings, who were executors of the estate, said in a Nassau County court case that “my aunt and uncles thought nothing about taking away my critically ill son’s coverage in an attempt to browbeat me in to abandoning my claim in the probate contest.” 

In response, Robert Trump, speaking for himself as well as brother Donald and two sisters, said in an affidavit that the health care provided by the family had been given “out of the goodness of our hearts” and was not a contractual obligation. Moreover, Robert Trump said, Fred Trump III received $200,000 annually in gifts and payments from the Trump family “without lifting a finger.” 

The estate case was settled confidentially in 2000.

President Trump, asked about the dispute by The Post, cited the settlement and said, “One child was having a difficult time. It was an unfortunate thing. It worked out well, and we all get along.”

Linda Trump and her two children, Fred III and Mary, declined interview requests. Robert Trump and his sister, retired U.S. appeals court judge Maryann Trump Barry, could not be reached for comment. Elizabeth Trump Grau, the president’s other sister, declined an interview request.   

‘MUCH NICER GUY ’

Over the years, Donald Trump has refined the narrative of the impact of his brother’s death. 

Trump told Playboy magazine in 1990 that his brother’s death had shaped his life. 

“His death affected everything that has come after it,” Trump said. “I think constantly that I never really gave him thanks for it. He was the first Trump boy out there, and I subconsciously watched his moves. I saw people really taking advantage of Fred and the lesson I learned was always to keep up my guard one hundred percent, whereas he didn’t. He didn’t feel that there was really reason for that, which is a fatal mistake in life.”

Speaking that same year in a CBS interview, Trump again came close to putting some of the blame on himself, while still hedging. “Perhaps it was my fault and perhaps my father’s fault for egging him on to business because he wasn’t good at it, because he didn’t like the business,” Trump said. He said his brother “totally gave of himself and he gave himself to other people” and was open. “I tend to be just the opposite.” He told CNN that his brother was “a much nicer guy than me, to be totally honest with you.”

Now, nearly 38 years after Fred Jr.’s death, Donald Trump said that he understands the circumstances of what happened to his brother “much, much better” and that his presidency has given it new meaning. Trump said he would apply the lessons to the fight against addictions, including alcohol and opioids. 

“I guess you could say now I’m the chief of trying to solve it,” Trump said. “I don’t know that I’d be working, devoting the kind of time and energy and even the money we are allocating to it. . . . I don’t know that I’d be doing that had I not had the experience with Fred.”

Alice Crites, Julie Tate and Magda Jean-Louis contributed to this report.

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