#it’s like someone bragging about having a useless talent like being able to move their ears

[scliffe]

It makes me giggle every time he acts like this. Why the hell is an invincible demon with supernatural powers so damn smug about being able to fry eggs better than a human—it’s because all those months of training with Ciel fucking paid off and Sebastian is going to flaunt it until the end of times.

[technicolor--dreams]

Letter from Gene Kelly to his daughter Kerry

If you speak french, you can hear the whole letter being read here. Also, special thanks to @mostlydaydreaming for helping out during this journey trying to find the whole letter and translating it, and for letting me upload it in its entirety even though she originally posted the first half on her page.

P.S. grab a tissue, it’s very moving!

March 1943

Dear Kerry,

I can't wait until you're old enough for me to talk to you Kerry, and for you to talk to me. I have a lot to tell you and I want to make sure you understand me.

But maybe I shouldn't say that I want you to grow up. You’re so pretty now, I’m already worried. Imagine how worried I will be when you are seventeen ...

Kerry, when you grow up, I hope you will be an actress. If you’re not an actress, I hope you’ll be a singer or a dancer… Because I think it’s the most awesome profession in the world, with the most awesome people.

I especially hope that when you grow up Kerry, you will be able to work at what you like and raise your children in a less painful time than the one we know.

And if, as you grow up, you become an actress, I know you will work hard and try to do well. Because, believe me, it is only by trying to do things very well that, even if you fail, you will realize yourself and enjoy your work.

I always keep trying to be an actor, Kerry - and here are the things I learned along the way: you are useless when you are not honest. Honest in everything we do: studies, shows, attitude.

If you keep this honesty and sincerity in your work, and you have a certain natural talent, you will inevitably learn something and become brilliant.

... But it is I who must instill in you this notion of sincerity. Even if for that, I have to write it at the bottom of your cereal bowl.

Let’s skip all of your younger years, Kerry - I know it’s going to be a lot of fun for you, your mom and me. Because after the war, we are going to travel to small places where we went before your mother and I, and that we would like to see again. Strange little places that almost nobody knows or visits.

Maybe then we can spend a weekend in China or elsewhere, by plane, and you can see all the places your old father always wanted to see, but he never actually managed to visit.

And Kerry, please, for the love of Heaven, have a sense of humor. This is one of the blessings and virtues that you will never learn in catechism. But it’s a gift from God as wonderful as faith, hope and kindness ...

Always be ready to smile at anything and make people smile with you.

And it doesn't matter if it's old-fashioned: don't forget to work hard. Because it doesn't matter if you become beautiful and brilliant, you will never achieve anything without it.

Be nice to people, Kerry. Try not to hurt them. But don't get me wrong: I don't want you NOT to be a fighter, and not to fight for your rights. But be nice. The nicest thing in the world is to walk down the street and have people say "Hi, nice to see you! ", Really thinking it.

Let me tell you why I wanted to be an actor: I know that when you’re an actor, a good actor, you have to be an artist and look at the world that way. And when you’re an artist, a good artist, you do a lot of good.

Your old father knows all about it because he would like to do this job for this reason. Hopefully one day he can really say that he is an artist.

Don't be scared off by people who tell you that acting is tough, Kerry. Or that of singer, dancer, or any other theatrical profession. Because it is.

But all these hard knocks and struggles - believe me, you will often face them if you evolve in the world of the theater or in another similar medium - are good for you. And if you keep that sense of humor that I told you about, you’ll have a lot of fun too. Even when times are sad.

Also, being in the entertainment industry is always a thrill. Each new film, each new play, each new musical, each new ballet is a new adventure and marks the beginning of a whole new world. And that Kerry is something. Because it fuels interest in humanity. You have to stay interested ... I hate bragging about the woman I married - who, by accident, happens to be one of your loved ones, Kerry, by blood - but one of the things I love most about the show business is that it allowed me to meet your mother, my wife.

When you are a little older you will read the story of “Cinderella” and other fairy tales to whom wonderful things happened. But let me tell you a real, realistic fairy tale that will never cease to be a source of amazement for me.

I was putting on a show for Billy Rose in New York when a young red-haired girl with stars in her eyes came to me for a job as a dancer in the choir. She was an excellent dancer. She got the job. A few weeks later, I started going to lunch with her, then inviting her to dinner, and then taking her home the evening after the show. One evening after the show, we ran into a friend of mine named William Saroyan who, after a five-minute conversation, gave him the lead role in one of his new plays, "The Beautiful People".

She had never played a role on stage before. But he was so impressed with her sincerity, honesty and obvious beauty that he knew, from the first time he saw her, that she could play this excellent dramatic role in her important production, a great play New Yorker. It looks like one of those scenarios that nobody believes in in the movies - but it happened to that girl. Yes, that girl was your mother, Kerry, as you guessed I guess. The play was a success, and so was its performance. Then another of those miracles that theater makes possible happened.

I remember now what my mother and father told me about their childhood, the mistakes they made and the things they would like to have a chance to do again - all of this “went in one ear and out the other”...

And here I am a father now, trying to tell my child about these things that my parents have no doubt told me before. I hope that you will be smarter than your father and that you will remember some of them.

When I was going to school in Pittsburgh when I was a little boy, I was always afraid of doing anything "different". I always had to do what all the other boys did. Even though sometimes I didn't want a boy to pick on someone else and everyone to join him, it seemed normal to do, since it was what the whole world did, and that’s having enough courage, Kerry - to refuse to do something just because everybody does it.

I remember when my mother sent me to take dance lessons. I was, you could say, in a gang, and they all thought that dancing was for sissies and that real guys didn't do this kind of thing. I was often beaten while going to dance classes, and then when I got home, white as a sheet and the recipient of black eyes in many fights with the children who used to bother me. Now I love to dance. But because everyone thought it was a sissy thing I fought terribly with my parents until they finally let me quit. Bless them for their patience dealing with me!

Of course, Kerry, being a little girl, you're not exactly gonna get the same problems I've had when I was a little boy, but you may have similar ones and when you will have to face them, you’ll need the courage to make your own decisions, even if that means you have to be different, because, you see, those are the things that can make you successful. I'm in the theater - today I'm a dancer, so…

Kerry, if there's one thing that you really care about, do not be afraid to do it, no matter the number of people who make fun of you. Tell yourself that if you care so much about something, it has to be done. It's the same for the Curie school.Try to find out what you wish the most to do. Personally I hope you will go to university, but if you decide on the contrary it's okay, because what you'll get out of your studies will be proportional to your interest. I wasted many years when I was in college, but it wasn't anybody’s fault but mine, plus, the more effort, the more you learn. Nobody learns when you throw things in their face.

Even if some knowledge remains, I'm already thinking about the book that I'm going to buy you when you're old enough to read it.I really want for you to find out these great, adventurous, worlds of excitement and knowledge that others have lived and that you too can live, even as a child, thanks to these books. I just hope you enjoy reading enough, so you don't spend all your free time listening to all those radio shows we throw at children in these days.

I hope you'll use your imagination and that you won’t have any superficial ideas, but please, Kerry, don't grow up too quick because I'm crazy about you, I want to keep you close to me as much as possible.

But when you grow up, marry and have children who will look like you, I won't realize it right away, but it's the most amazing thing in the whole world.

With all my love, daddy.

[erekiosuncreativeideas]

Reliving An Old Nightmare - Chapter 24

<= Chapter 23

Summary : Things don't go as planned. Also available on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/22337299/chapters/59020252

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New chapter, yay ! [WARNING: the third and last drawing is gory]

THIS CHAPTER HAS AN AUDIO FILE ! I commissioned Puyo-Proto again, and he did an AMAZING JOB ! Please check his Twitter, he's so talented !! (Here : https://twitter.com/Puyo_Proto) Thank you so much for voicing a part of this dialogue !

YOU CAN LISTEN TO IT HERE !

I hope you'll like this chapter :) Happy reading !

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Chapter 24

-“Oh, it’s so good to be back!” The voice coming from their enemy brought back Snatcher to reality: this was it. The moment he had been waiting for so long. The evil spirit was almost out of the breach as Vanessa launched another one of her ice attacks in his direction. The stranger avoided it by very little and managed to enter the rift, cackling threateningly as he did so.

Something felt very wrong about the way this guy laughed, thought Snatcher couldn’t put his finger on it. And it certainly wasn’t the time for this kind of thoughts.

Vanessa didn’t wait long to throw another attack, defiantly adopting an aggressive attitude against their common enemy, who kept dodging all of her attempts at hurting him. The stranger floated around, avoiding each ice pillar coming out of the floor with grace, all while laughing maniacally at the trio.

This Moonjumper guy was mocking them and certainly didn’t see them as a serious threat to his existence. Normally, this would enrage the shade more than enough, but in this particular scenario… This was extremely dangerous, because it meant their opponent was much more powerful than them. Plus, the latter had a Time Piece in his possession, which would definitely play a part in their fight.

What would happen if this guy used it to his advantage? The kid probably knew the answer, but the time wasn’t appropriate for questions. Now was the time to fight.

The other snickered, while Vanessa’s frustration intensified. She always missed her attacks and the ghost could see her powers corrupting her body more and more. Her attacks were becoming messier, meddled and less coordinated. If she continued like that, not only was she going to get consumed again by her powers, but she would most likely wear herself out. Considering the fact that she was the only one able to pit herself against this Moonjumper, this was not a good thing. The Queen needed to snap out of it and to stop letting herself be taunted by this guy. This was exactly what this spirit was trying to do!

Apparently, the kid on his side came to the same conclusion as him, though she reacted in a completely different way than Snatcher would. Without his powers, the ghost felt useless and quite literally harmless against an enemy able to resist Vanessa’s attacks. Trying to hurt this monster would likely result in him being thrown away or, in the worst-case scenario, getting killed. Thus, charging this opponent in that meat sack of a body was not something strategic, at least not if he wanted to attack the other physically. He didn’t even have a weapon!

But, of course, the hatted brat didn’t think. No, she just rushed into things without thinking about all the possible outcomes!

The little girl exchanged her dweller mask for her alchemist hat and then started to run to the crate she had broken earlier, grabbing one of the damaged planks on the ground. She took a good hold of it as she charged this Moonjumper while the latter was still busy dealing with Vanessa.

Fuelled by a feeling of panic, the ghost extended his hand towards the child, letting a “no!” out of his lips. But the moment his voice came out of his mouth, he deeply regretted it: their enemy hadn’t actually seen the kid approaching him but, now that Snatcher had voiced his worry aloud, the other spirit looked in the child’s direction and spotted her attempts at hurting him.

The shade wished he could have kept his mouth shut. Vanessa abruptly realizing how close the kid was to their enemy and was stopped in her tracks, as she was about to throw another attack. She had already risked hurting the hatted child before and surely didn’t want to do it again, but this had been a mistake too.

It simply gave the other a chance to attack as well.

A sickening smile appeared on their opponent’s strange face, as his crazed stare was fixed on the little girl, who had lifted her weapon above her head to hit him. Red strings suddenly appeared from the tips of the other spirit’s fingers and launched themselves in the kid’s direction. They moved in the air quickly, almost too quickly for Snatcher’s stare to follow them. However, before the child was able to dodge or defend herself, the red strings tied themselves around her small body, immediately immobilizing her and bringing her attack to an abrupt stop. The plank she was holding fell back on the ground.

-“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” cooed the evil spirit with a dark smile.

Vanessa frowned at his tone and tried to attack him once again before stopping herself almost instantly when this Moonjumper pulled the child just in front of him, where the spikes would have hurt him if the Queen hadn’t hold herself back. The child let out a shriek and closed her eyes as the ice pillars almost hit her. She was unable to do anything else, much too tied up to move. Fear had suddenly replaced her determination as she was now completely harmless and powerless.

This guy was using the brat as a hostage. The thought made the shade absolutely livid. No one could dare to hurt that hatted brat, he was the only one. The ghost felt heat radiating from his body as he gave the other spirit a death glare.

-“You let go of her right now,” he started with a dark and threatening tone, “and maybe I’ll consider giving you a merciful death.”

The threat only made the other giggle cruelly. He pulled on the red strings with one hand, making them squeeze the brat tighter, as if he was taunting him. His victim winced from the sudden pain, not without struggling. But no matter how hard she was trying to get free, the strings only seemed to squeeze her more.

-“Is that so?” bragged Moonjumper: “And how are you going to attack me? You may look like your old form, though you are just as harmless to me than a regular and common human.”

He used his free hand to tie more strings around the hatted brat, this time around her neck. Terror appeared on the kid’s face as breathing was getting difficult for her.

Apart from Vanessa, the shade had never wanted to kill someone so badly. However, seeing how much in danger the kid was, he remained motionless and silent as their opponent started talking again, turning towards Vanessa:

-“As for you… I would not try to do anything if I were in your shoes,” he paused and continued, much more serious: “Unless you want another child to die because of you.”

The remark made the woman grow pale instantly and she lowered her black hands back to her hips, unable to do anything else. The ghost saw her glancing in his direction, probably wondering if she should try to attack the other and ignore the latter’s threat, but Snatcher glared at her in response. They would not take a risk like this one. Hurting the kid was not part of his plan of the day.

-“Good, good,” cooed this Moonjumper, sarcastically, sending more red strings in Vanessa’s direction. The strings tied her up before she was able to dodge them, keeping her in place: “Now, kneel,” ordered the evil spirit.

The woman hesitated, glaring at him fiercely. However, when the latter started to pull on the red strings on the little girl’s neck, Snatcher’s voice echoed in the room:

-“Do as he says!”

There was too much despair in his intonation for his taste but he couldn’t care less at the moment. The kid’s life was in danger and if Vanessa had to kneel to save her, then he would scream at her to do so. The Queen glanced at him and eventually complied, while the shade let out a sigh of relief when their enemy gave the child more slack.

Why would anyone want to murder them anyway? This made no sense! They didn’t know that guy!

-“Why are you doing this?” interrogated Snatcher, trying his best to sound calm, even if he definitely wasn’t.

The question seemed to take the other spirit aback as he simply stared at Snatcher in bewilderment for a few seconds. Why? This was a perfectly legitimate question! Who in their right mind would not ask that if they were in this particular situation?

Their enemy tilted his head in pure confusion and then a smile appeared on his lips. Slowly, his expression started to change, going from surprise to hilarity, and he then started to laugh. If his hands weren’t busy to keep the child in place, the other would have certainly clenched his sides from how much he was laughing.

This laugh, why did this laugh bother Snatcher so much?

It was now his turn to be confused and the trio couldn’t help but watch the scene before them, completely powerless. The child was glancing between the monster holding her as a hostage and her two adult companions, not knowing what to do or what to think at all.

The other spirit’s laugh ended darkly as he stared back at Snatcher, eyes full of hatred:

-“Oh, of course, you wouldn’t recognize me, how silly of me,” he growled as he squeezed the strings around the child even more, making her whine and close her eyes from the pain. The ghost was so going to murder this guy, slowly, making him suffer as long as possible.

However, the words took Snatcher aback: what did the other mean? Snatcher had never met another spirit like this so-called Moonjumper before! His frustration intensified, though he managed to keep his mouth shut, not forgetting that his interlocutor could very well snap the child’s neck if he wanted to.

-“Well, it is not really surprising, I suppose,” continued the monster, his cruel smile widening: “Using the Time Piece had some…Special effects on my vessel. It seems now that I am both dead and alive at the same time,” he explained, in the same tone someone would use to talk about the weather: “My appearance is quite different now because of that. A shame, truly.”

-“Listen,” protested the shade, careful not to sound too aggressive and kept going: “I have no idea who you are.” It certainly couldn’t be someone who died after one of his contracts, since he always ate their soul afterwards. Maybe an acquaintance of one of his victims? Yet, it didn’t make much sense as his interlocutor seemed to know him personally.

The ghost was not lying when he said he didn’t know this guy.

-“Oh, I know you don’t,” replied the latter cynically: “You never even knew I existed in the first place.”

-“So who are you?!” snapped the shade, unable to stay quiet anymore. He just wanted answers! He glared at his opponent as he kept talking, still watching the child carefully, hoping nothing would happen to her because of his attitude: “Why would you go through the trouble of recreating a whole version of our past just to kill us in the end? We don’t even know you!”

The evil spirit glared back at him but didn’t hurt the brat again, thankfully. Instead, he just smiled wickedly and tilted his head as he finally gave an answer to the question the trio waited for:

-“I am you.”

This was definitely not the answer Snatcher was expecting. From the look on his companions’ face, they didn’t expect that kind of answer either. Apparently, their reaction must have been pretty visible because this Moonjumper giggled and corrected himself:

-“Or, well, I used to,” he explained, then continued with a darker intonation: “Fortunately, I have nothing to do with you anymore.”

And when he said those last words, the stranger showed his left hand, as if to prove a point. For a few seconds, Snatcher didn’t know what to look at exactly, until he spotted something very special: a ring on his ring finger, a golden jewel on which could be seen a damaged ruby. Immediately, Snatcher’s heart sunk in his chest: he knew that ring. Even from afar, the shade could recognize what this ring was.

This was his old engagement ring. The one he used to have when he was alive. The one he had when he woke up in that forest. The same one he died with, so many years ago.

The shade’s eyes widened as everything started to make sense: the clothes this “Moonjumper” was wearing, his claims, the way he laughed, his corpse-looking like appearance, this ring… But this couldn’t be! Snatcher was here! And this guy was over there! If they were the same person, how could they be at two different places at the same time?

There had to be an explanation for all of this, and what this spirit had told him certainly wasn’t it.

The others must have perceived his scepticism because his smile widened as he spoke again:

-“You don’t believe me, do you? That is fine. I did not expect you to. It does not matter anymore,” he said, darkly: “Nothing matters anymore, because you are all going to die,” then, patting the little girl’s head in a very disturbingly slow manner, he added: “Well, not you, little one. I used to want you dead as well, but I changed my mind. This does not concern you in any way, after all. Furthermore…”

The evil spirit gave Vanessa a death glare as he continued :

-“If I did kill an innocent child, I wouldn’t be any better than you,” his smile returned as he turned back to the trembling victim in his hold: “Besides, if I do come back to the Horizon after this, I will have someone to keep me company!”

He chuckled at the sight of the brat’s confused and afraid expression. In the meantime, Snatcher’s anger and frustration kept growing. He didn’t understand a single word this guy was saying! The Horizon? What was that? What was he even talking about?

-“You’re crazy,” mumbled the shade, astonished. He couldn’t believe what was happening: this was the only explanation! There was no way this monster was right, it was simply and physically impossible!

The word caught the other’s attention, though in a very bad way. He frowned and threw a glance full of hatred at Snatcher:

-“Me, ‘crazy’?” he repeated, in a voice that was much too calm to be normal. The shade should have kept his mouth shut. His interlocutor kept going: “You know, this is quite ironic. You are the one who caused me so much trouble, who abandoned me… And I am the ‘crazy’ one?”

-“I have no idea what you are talking about,” insisted Snatcher, putting an emphasis on each syllable as he answered. But the other was not having it:

-“You left me in there to rot, literally! You left me, your other half, to be stuck in a hellish dimension for hundreds of years!” yelled their opponent, absolutely livid: “I spent all this time, alone, having to watch you, of all people, being this pathetic while I couldn’t even leave this place!”

Snatcher’s eyes widened as he was listening to the other, astounded. “Other half”? “To rot”? This guy couldn’t mean…

The latter guessed his thoughts and finished them for him:

-“I am the part you left behind, that night,” he explained with a low voice: “You are the coward part of us that fled because you were just too afraid to face her!” he accused, pointing at Vanessa as he kept going: “And you abandoned me in there, with her! You left me in this pathetic body while you buried your head in the sand, not even considering the possibility I existed!”

He laughed bitterly, tilting his head on his side:

-“You know, I have thought a lot about why I was stuck in this place, the Horizon as I like to call it now. And I think I know. I can’t believe it took me so long to understand why!”

He squinted, looking daggers at Snatcher:

-“I am incomplete. That’s why I can’t dwell in the mortal plane like a dweller or go to Heaven if it even exists! You are the reason I got stuck in this dimension, forced to watch people living happily while I was alone for years! I have no idea how you even exist, why I was the one to suffer because of this… But I will definitely fix what you did to me.”

He paused, smiling in a horrifying way as he revealed his plan:

-“I will not be incomplete once you just stop existing. I will not be missing any part of myself anymore. As soon as I stop maintaining the stability of the rift… You will both perish and I will finally be free.”

A cruel laugh came out of his lips as he watched in delight Snatcher and Vanessa’s reaction to his plan. This guy was absolutely mad. They had to act now!

The shade was trying to find something, anything to help the kid and get them out of a situation like this one. However, when his eyes fell on the brat’s, he noticed her expression had changed from fear to determination. With her eyes, she instructed him to look at her right hand. When the spirit’s glanced down, his ghostly face grew pale immediately.

The kid had materialized a potion in his hand and was cautiously and gently shaking it to activate it.

Instantly, Snatcher’s body became weak at what she was planning to do. She couldn’t seriously think this was a good idea! There were so many other ways involving her not hurting herself in the process of getting away from this monster!

Said monster let his laugh die slowly and started to talk again:

-“Well… I guess this is time for us to say goodbye,” he said, before turning to Vanessa, who was shaking from rage: “I really must thank you, Vanessa. Without you, I would have never been able to go this far. You were so easy to manipulate! Getting the opportunity to finally kill you is the best gift you could have ever given to me.”

He was about to add something when a strong-willed voice interrupted him:

-“Not so fast, you crazy peck neck!”

The little girl’s voice echoed in the room, forcing the other to look at her, surprised. However, when his eyes fell on the little vial in the kid’s hand, his face crumpled in distress. Everything after that happened so fast. The monster immediately released her, trying to get away from her before the potion exploded. Once she was free again, the hat-wearing child managed to throw the potion in his direction while she was sent flying to the other side of the room. Red strings had caught her arms and were taking her as far as possible, but it was too late. The vial had been thrown and the kid had managed to get away from their enemy without getting harmed!

But as Moonjumper was blinded with the explosion, he lost the control of his strings, not seeing where they were taking the brat anymore. But Snatcher was seeing what was about to happen, but he was far too slow to prevent any of it. A deafening and horrifying scream left his lips as he witnessed the little girl being impaled on one of Vanessa’s previous ice pillars.

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=> Chapter 25

[prorevenge]

A social media marketing agency fires me while being sick without any notice or explanation.

I worked for a social media marketing company. I'd been there almost a year and hadn't used any of my 14 paid days off. I was the only contract worker, but I didn't complain. The money was ok, paid the bills, and my degree was not in business.

It's Saturday. I got from a whole day of running errands, it was raining and nasty, I was wet and cold, I felt sick. I emailed to my team and HR that I'm feeling sick and will be updating them. I felt it's important because there was a big pitch the whole agency was bending over. On Sunday, I felt it in my bones. I wrote another email. I didn't want anyone else to get sick before the pitch. Monday morning I was pouring gallons of shit water from my ass. I threw up twice, couldn't eat, couldn't swallow even water, couldn't sleep, couldn't move, no health insurance. I sent another email on Monday saying I feel worse, sent what I was able to finish to my manager and the team and wished luck with the pitch.

It was strange that this time I didn't get any, "get better," "sorry to hear that," etc. I was so sick I wasn't thinking too deeply about it though and decided to mindlessly binge on Netflix. Tuesday morning, I'm asking if all looks bueno. No response. I'm texting to my manager because this wasn't normal. No response. Then, I couldn't log in to my email. I got locked out from my work email. Doesn't take a genius to notice that something wacky has been going on. I got all my shit from Dropbox and whatever accounts I had on an external hard drive. I started making peace with the thought that I'm being fired. I just didn't know what for.

The next morning I see an email from HR with the subject "Effective Immediately" and saying, "Due to your repeated absences and your abuse of the paid time off, it was decided to terminate your employment." That's it. No further instructions, nothing. I tried to call my manager, but he didn't answer. He texted me later that day to give the address where my belongings should be delivered. I was still sick on Thursday. On Monday I got an email asking to sign it and send back. No instruction if I should do it by mail or email, just a lot of words reminding me what was in my contract: confidentiality blah blah blah, non-compete clauses blah blah blah, company's intellectual property blah blah blah. It looked like it was copied from an online template. I asked HR to send me a copy of my contract as everything was on my company's laptop. The contract was worded the way that working or even contacting with their clients could put me in legal trouble.

I got another job almost 2 months later. With maxed out credit cards and a $3K loan, I felt little helpless. They treated me like a piece of trash. After winning the pitch the agency has been bragging on social media about how amazing and millennial they are. On the company's social accounts they were trying hard to turn every little thing into a huge win. For me, every day was harder because the new job sucked, I felt excluded and didn't feel I'm the part of the culture. So, I've been checking the old agency's social media like a maniac. It got so bad I had to delete the Facebook app from my phone and install some chrome extensions to prevent me from visiting their social media. I stopped going to the gym, was eating unhealthy, broke up with a girl who actually liked me over a stupid argument, was stressed, and felt like a loser.

One day they posted a blog with so much praise for themselves... I cringed. While scrolling through everything people were saying, I realized that their pride blinded them to anything but positive feedback.

After 3 months since I got fired, my bank offered me skip a pay or something like that for 2 next months and I used the $700 to buy as many fake likes, follows, views, etc., as it was possible. From 2K they went to almost 50K followers on Facebook. They were getting 300-500 likes on their Instagram posts, their Twitter also jumped high from only 200 followers. After a week the $700 got me, I decided to go full in for another week and added $500 to the revenge budget. I was more selective, knew more, had better sites for cheaper, I was posting comments everywhere praising the agency, I even created a fake site which was "featuring" the best social media campaigns and ads. I created fake 2 months worth of content in the form of "awards," "special features," and fake polls, and then featured this agency on the front page. Every comment was retweeted, shared, commented back, thanked. It seemed they enjoy the ride a lot. From 1-2 post a week before I got fired they jumped to 2-3 posts a day on every platform. They were so full of themselves they thought they got all of this with their hard work.

2014-2015 was the golden era of Facebook and social media for this type of activities. After over 2 weeks of the hype, suddenly, one of their most cocky posts of theirs got 0 likes. Null. These fools were so caught up in the chase of their 'hard-earned' success, they didn't even check who likes their shit, who follows them. Those were bot accounts, all of them probably in India, cheap as hell, from some scammy sites you don't want to associate your business or name with, or even your IP. The agency had almost 120K followers on Facebook at some point. Going from less than 2K followers to 120K, imagine how the engagement went down. All their organic posts were non-existent. The whole agency looked like idiots because it was apparent from the outside it's all weird and that the hype's fake.

They were trying to get that hype back they started writing useless blogs like more pointless and worthless content would fix anything. Their headlines were screaming "clickbait," their posts and the volume of images they were posting looked desperate. One day... Oops, their FB is "not available." They got blocked! Since there were hundreds of thousands of the same cases in review (blocked accounts for similar schemes, etc.) and they had $0 ad spend on that page, they would wait months to get their account back. They had to create a new FB page, a new Instagram account, and after they shared again the link with their "we're honored to be featured..." I replaced the URL to link to another business in San Francisco lol and removed their entry from the front page. I wasn't even aware at the time, but after these 2 weeks of imverybadass behaviour they lost a few crucial employees. I heard a rumor they left the agency in the mid-project and someone inexperienced, with no fucking clue and their own projects had to finish it. It had to be a shit show. The client refused to pay and eventually they lost every single client they had on a regular yearly contract. From 25 employees, in less than 1 year, they went to 9! I don't think they realize even now the ratios of likes to comments was suspicious. 2K likes on a photo post with only a single comment saying "Amazing!", posted by Rakesh Johnson from nowhere, with the profile pic of an anime character...? You need to be a true-born idiot to buy that, and they were "an agency."

They still have fewer FB followers than they started with before firing me. They gave up on Twitter. Instagram is also bad, no engagement, no regular posts. Overall, $1,200 bought me back my self-esteem, which I consider money wisely spent.

As of today, I've been talking to that girl I screwed up with and things are looking promising. I'm making more than my previous manager (according to Glassdoor), and he is still with the same company, not having any client on any sort of retainer fee. Only small projects, zero social media activity, almost a dead company, with no talent wanting to work there, and a bad reputation in the area Imagine, a social media marketing company gets kick out from Facebook... laughable. Bunch of egocentric people who got the taste of their own bitter piss. Sometimes I really want to add another nail in the coffin, but I'm a better man now. I moved on and don't consider them worthy of my time. This post is my final goodbye to this issue.

TL/DR: A social media marketing agency fired me for being sick. Got their ass kicked by their own ego and have been recovering ever since.

(source) (story by PierceJames)

[smuttybronde]

Nineteen

Genre- Smut

Group- Astro

Member- Moon Bin

Admin- Aussi

My nose wrinkled with distaste at the smell of sweat and alcohol. No one else seemed to be bothered by the fumes so I tried to ignore it. I was still unsure why I allowed myself to be dragged into this position, Jin Jin insisting that it was something I needed to experience. I could have gone to clubs if I wanted but I never saw the point in it. Who would want to look at people everyone else could look at? There was no intimacy and I wasn't interested in it. MJ decided to tag along, saying he hadn't been to one in a while. Jin Jin didn't tell me the club's name, just bragging about how it was his favorite.

I didn't realize what it really was until I saw the name ‘Black Kitties- Swingers Club’, “No.” I said sternly, looking at the boys who were grinning widely, “No no no, I am not going in there!” I hissed. Jin Jin parked the car, grabbing my arm and pulling me out of it. A normal club I could deal with, but this? No fucking way.

“It will be fun!” MJ assured, helping the other drag is into the club. They showed their ID’s and mine before paying and dragging me in the building.

Girls were on poles, dancing in skimpy clothes like every guys dream, yet I held no interest in any of them. Girls dressed in underwear and pasties were modest compared to the rest. There were tons of girls wearing no clothes or wearing sexy lingerie but not a single one held my eye. The attraction everyone talked about was nowhere to be found. I couldn't say the same about every other guy in there though, my escorts included. MJ led us to the center of the room and sat down at a table in front of an empty stage.

Yellow lights suddenly lit the stage, all eyes flickering to it in curiosity. When the woman walked onto the stage my mouth went dry-she was gorgeous. She was by far wearing more clothes then all of the other girls. Maybe the fact that she didn’t need to be scantily clothed to stand out is what drew me in. She was dressed in all white and gold- a goddess.

She wore a long skirt with large slits that showed off the lovely skin of her legs. It was matched with a bra-like top with gold accents. She made it look incredibly real. She didn't look like a goddess she was one. And I wanted nothing more than to worship her.

It was like someone flipped a switch so that my eyes were locked on her figure. It was physically impossible to look away. My heart thumped in my chest at a dangerous speed as Hyuna’s Roll Deep blasted from the speakers, the girl immediately beginning to dance to the chorus.

Her movements were perfectly on time and not only entranced me but admittedly turned me on. Not only was she beautiful but she was talented, making me question why she worked here. She dropped to the ground, doing small hip thrusts and crawling on her hands and knees. I squirmed in my chair at the feeling of my boner’s restrictions. Her body twisted as it gripped an invisible shirt.

When she looked me directly in the eye while making a move I could feel my pants tightening. The song ended and even when the woman disappeared but my problem remained. Jin Jin and MJ laughed as they noticed my issue.

MJ leaned over the table to yell over the music, “Do you want us to book her for a-” he wiggled his eyebrows and smirked, “personal dance?” My head shook quickly in embarrassment.

“H-hyung i'm fine!” I quickly replied. Jin Jin ignored me, conversing animatedly with MJ.

“Let's just book it. He needs to relax and she seems like the perfect way. Besides he seems interested in her.” The eldest pointed out, making MJ nod. Both boys stood up and walked away to talk to a staff member, handing him money and coming back with self satisfied grins.

“What the hell!” I growled, blushing. The troublemakers just smiled smugly, grin widening when a man walked up to us- me more specifically.

“Sir, if you would follow me.” The stranger said respectfully, gesturing to a door. My friends looked like proud parents, giggling excitedly at each other. I looked pleadingly at the two, who made shooing motions with their hands. With a defeated sigh, I follow the man, listening as he babbled off the rules.

The hallway wasn't well lit but perhaps it was supposed to be mood lighting? It made me nervous nonetheless. The room I was led into had a large bed, the table beside it equipped with condoms, lotion, tissues and lube.

Seeing that there was nowhere left to go I found myself sitting on the bed, heart beating anxiously. What if she saw me and decided I wasn't good enough so she left? What if I wasn't any good?

The door opened, the goddess stepping through. Her top was still on but her skirt gone, only her underwear in it's wake. It was a simple white with a bow, causing me to gulp. She looked even more gorgeous up close, making my boner twitch. I put my hands over it, embarrassed, “Hi, im Lia.” the woman said. I waved nervously, forcing a smile. She laughed wholeheartedly, “Are you nervous?”

“I’ve never done this before.” I said sheepishly, she just smiled softly, thumb brushing my hair soothingly.

“I’ll try to help you relax.” She soothed, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down. I wiggled to kick them off. Lia moved to sit on my lap, lightly moving to grind her hips on me, her hands playing with the short hair on the nape of my neck. I felt my pants tighten abashedly but she payed no mind, beginning to suck on my neck.

My breath came out in loud pants, my Adam's apple bobbing nervously. The nerves quickly ebbed, being replaced with a more powerful feeling. Lust.

Her hips rutted against me, body beginning to heat up from arousal. She was gentle and I desperately needed more friction. She looked into my eyes, “If you don't like anything, can you tell me?” I asked.

Lia seemed startled for a second as if the thought of her being uncomfortable was a shock. Or maybe the consideration I showed as a shock. She composed herself, smiling, “Okay.”

I flipped her over, grinding down. My breiefs had a wet spot from my precum, reminding me the effect she had on me. My hands pulled off her underwear, tossing the useless fabric. I could now look at her fully, hair sprawled around her. The urge to kiss her was nearly unbearable but I restrained myself. Kissing was against the rules and I didn't want to get kicked out. Not now.

I took a condom off the side table and fumbled with it. Lia laughed at my antics, making my heart flutter slightly. I slowly pressed into her, not being able to wait. 

She was a lot more wet than I anticipated, my cock slipping right in. A loud moan left my lips at the feeling of how tight and hot she wrapped around me. I waited for her to say she was okay before I began to thrust, my muscles tensing.

Lia moaned, hands tightly gripping the sheets. She really was stunning- face flushed under me, moaning. I felt myself blush again but continued to thrust. She was very vocal, moans alerting me when she really liked something.

I pressed against her walls and began to swivel my hips. It was like a form of dance, our bodies rutting heatedly against eachother. I made sure my cock pressed hard against her walls, as I did long thrusts. I couldn't help the small moans that came out of my mouth, she felt too perfect. It was if she was made just for me. She spread her legs wider so that I could push deeper, my hips fitting perfectly between.

Then she looked up at me, eyes hooded, lips pink. I leaned down to kiss her, lips moving fervently. She hesitated for a second before kissing back with just as much intensity. We both were painfully aware of how dangerous this was but that almost made it more exciting.

I smiled into the thrusts, moving my hands to lace them with hers. She complied easily, gripping my hands back. I angled my hips, eagerly swallowing the moans it brought me in reply.

She clenched around me, urging me to cum. I moaned loudly and Lia smiled, trailing kisses from my mouth to my cheekbones, making me giggle. She pressed a quick kiss to the wrinkles around my eyes before re-locking our lips. Our tongues slid against each other, my thrusts speeding up a bit as I drew to my end.

Lia continued to squeeze around me, trying her best to make me cum. I just continued to thrust, determined to make her feel good before me no matter how hard it was. My hands slid under her top, thumb brushing across her nipples. She let out a loud moan, causing me to grin at her sensitivity.

I moved down to lick a nipple, sucking on it for a moment before she screamed, clenching tightly around me. I get out a loud groan at the sensation, my mind dissolving into a hot white oblivion as I released into the condom a few seconds later.

I pulled away to get off her, both of us laughing at how awkward it was. I placed the condom in the garbage can before picking up my clothes and slowly redressing. She stood to retrieve her underwear but I handed it to her, practically throwing it into her hands after realizing, “Sorry!” I cried. She just giggled and rolled her eyes.

“We just had sex, you holding my underwear is no big deal.” She hesitated, “You never told me your name.”

“I'm Moonbin.” I said, bowing at her. She just smiled, walking out, “I’ll see you around! Have a good night!” I called. She just paused before walking out.

As soon as I stepped into the main area again I was attacked from both sides, MJ on one and Jin Jin on the other, “How was it?” Jin Jin questioned, eyebrows waggling. I brushed them off, keeping my head down.

“His ears are red!” Shrieked MJ, chasing after me. They slung their arms around my shoulders as we walked out. The boys’ badgered me with questions for a long time, none of which I answered.

“Can we go back next week?” I asked quietly, my only reply being loud yells of victory from the two elders.

[otomehostclub]

It’s M again. I haven’t spoken in awhile but its been up & down with my life. Well mostly down. I’m going to do my finals for Friday which scares me a little. I’m hoping I pass. Mostly nervous for Japanese then anything else. I do worry about Sociology. Not the point but I’ve been sick so many days because of the consist stress I’ve been enduring. The common source is as usually, well you know my family of course. Recap, Sister is verbally abusive before & during the pregnancy, her BF 5 (M1)

Long post ahead

years younger then her & is a useless bum. I’m getting constant triggers being around them, I hate that child. My mother doesn’t understand that I need to get help & get away from it all. She calls me a liar for me being mentally sick. I wanted to kill myself, & was very close to do so, because I was done with living. Why didn’t do it, I wish I knew. I know I shouldn’t hate that kid, I was the kid who’s biological father, molester my older half-sister, the same sister who is pregnant rn, (m2)the same sister on bad terms in my heart & mind. The same person who tried to kick me out & her own mother too. I hate this, because ever since that BF hers walked in & got her pregnant, my life is a living nightmare. I’m tired of everything not working for me anymore. I’m tired when do my interviews & they don’t hire me because they hired someone else, even though I said all the right things. (M3)I’m tired that my sister still thinks I love her when I don’t I have pure hatred for what she did to my family. I’m completely & severally broken. I keep applying hoping I get a job before she delivers the demon spawn. I don’t want to be alone with that thing. It only will drive me insane. I know I shouldn’t hate, but I can’t change my heart, I wasn’t meant to be near children, (M4)I don’t have much patience for them nor to I fancy them very much. I just want to get away from it all, but my mother doesn’t listen to me, she doesn’t try didn’t ways to help me, she wants me to get better with my sister but I don’t want to. This is about our own abuser who was family. I just want a job, & move out. I want to leave this country with my cats & mother way from it all. (M5)I don’t want to worry anymore. This stress, emotional turmoil, lack of money & the rabid Cheeto destroying the financial protection of others is only slowly killing me. I want things to stop, I just want to be happy again. I want to die, but I don’t want to go without dying happy. (If it’s okay, may I please have Saizo, Yukimura, Masamune, Mitsunari, Kotaro SLBP?) (M6/6)

Enough is enough.

The phrase replays in your mind like a mantra. You are sick of everything and nobody even gives a-

“Well, well little lady,” comes a familiar voice. “Keep frowning like that and you can’t smile again.”

You turn to see Saizo, looking around nervously.

“You also asked for Kotaro but I’m not too happy about it,” he frowns while offering you his hand. “That man needs to cool his head or something…”

You weren’t sure what he means but you let him guide you to outside to where a pagoda is. A large table laden with manju, dango, zundai-mochi, doughnuts, cakes and several tea cups next to a decorative tea pot. You look to see that Yukimura, Masamune, and Mitsunari are there too. You feel Saizo letting go of your hand then nudges you forward. Okay? You walk and Yukimura pulls a chair out for you.

“You can relax Saizo,” Yukimura sighs towards him. “That crazy Kotaro hasn’t shown up.”

“Yet,” Mitsunari corrects sharply.

“If he shows up and starts fighting, I can’t keep my promise to Hotaru about letting him see the fish,” he sighs while sitting down.

“Why did you visit again,” Masamune interrogates while pouring tea. “You aren’t looking happy.”

His blunt manner never fails to bother you… yet you still tell them anyways. Your family issues and frustration towards not passing interviews come tumbling out with your expression growing more and more frustrated and angry. When you finish, it was too quiet.

“You picked the wrong people to ask about what to do with your mother,” Yukimura pouts. “I have no idea what to do.”

“Have her live with a maid or something,” Mitsunari mopes. “Better than having nobody care about her.”

“I agree but if you have to leave them, then leave,” Saizo nods. “The best you can do for yourself with your family right now is to cut them off.”

“After getting the live in nurse,” Mitsunari interrupts.

You see Masamune type something on his phone before tucking it into a pocket.

“I’m afraid we don’t have very good advice on how to do those interview things so I had to ask someone else to help us with this,” he explains. “He should be here soon.”

“I hope I’m not intruding,” a voice soon appears and you all turn to see a tall man in a suit with a briefcase in one hand. “I came over from work as soon as I could. … Cases aren’t going to solve themselves.”

“It’s okay Takao but are you able to do what Masamune is saying,” Yukimura wonders with clear skepticism.

“I actually can,” he replies then turns to you bowing while holding out his business card. “I apologize for not introducing myself earlier. I’m Takao Maruyama. Nice to meet you.”

You accept the business card and see that he’s a lawyer. How is a lawyer going to help you?!

“I was told by Masamune-san that you aren’t getting the jobs you applied for after your interview,” Takao notes after taking a seat. “I would have asked to see your resume and help with a few tips but I can however advise on how to be at an interview.”

What? You already know what to do.

“Yes but how you carry yourself and your appearance also influences the person who is conducting your interview,” Takao points out. “For example, if you are slouching despite wearing a suit, it doesn’t leave a good of impression as if you were sitting up straight while wearing a suit. Sitting upright gives the impression that you are confident and you are capable. Here’s something that I do when I’m at home preparing for a trial. I run through mock ones to see how my reactions are to the opposing party. If I show that I’m being convinced by the other side, it’s not a good impression that I’m giving my client. So having your expression in check can also leave a good impression on the potential employer. You can also ask someone you know to help you do a few interviews but have it recorded.”

Why would you want to do that?

“If you see where you messed up in the playbacks you can improve those areas with your friends or whomever is helping you,” Takao mentions after a sip of tea. “Also have others who been through job interviews assist and give advice on where you can improve answers or what habits you need to be aware of. Another thing that will improve your chances of being hired is a small introduction of yourself.”

Why?

“If you present not only your name but also what you’ve already accomplished or what skills you have on hand,” he clarifies. “Like this for example: ‘My name is Takao Maruyama. I have completed a law degree. I can speak Japanese and English.’ But do it with yourself. Make a list of what education you have, what skills or talents that are beneficial for a job and work on making a short introduction of yourself.”

Oh.

“You want to present yet brag a bit about yourself when presenting to your potential employer,” Takao reminds you. “With some practice you’ll be able to make it.”

A rustling in the bushes nearby drew everyone’s attention. Was that Kotaru? Why was he crawling through the bushes?

“Saizo!” Kotaru gleefully exclaims, jumping to his feet. “This lowly worm nearly gave up hope being able to show his presence here today!”

You realize that there was another person behind Kotaru. Upon first glance you thought it was Saizo, but the teal scarf and black rings were not anything he would ever wear.  As you mused on the appearance of the newcomers, the second man took out a piece of paper and wrote something down, passing it to Saizo when he was done.

*Sorry Big Brother. Fuma was difficult to control*  

The others were alarmed but quickly saw that both arrived unarmed. Weaponry of any sort were not allowed on this property.

“No weapon and no violence policy here,” Mitsunari explains.

You see Saizo read the paper before smiling at the other.

“It’s fine Hotaru,” he comforts. “She also asked for Kotaro too.”

You listen as everyone summarizes what they’ve said to you for Kotaro and Hotaru to understand.

Kotaro’s face scrunched up a bit, causing the others to worry. “Ah, I too, know nothing of my mother, or any family to speak of. Kill…” A strong shot of water accompanying the many angry glares prompts Kotaro to be uncharacteristically silent, standing there sopping wet. You did have to wonder where the water attack was from but that will have to wait.

Hotaru thought over the situation. While he wasn’t asked for, he felt that he should try to offer his own thoughts. Taking out his pen and paper again, he wrote out *Perhaps Mother and Sister needs a hug* and gave it to his brother.    

You see Saizo and the others reading what Hotaru has on the paper. Then Saizo sighs.

“The thought is appreciated Hotaru but the mother and sister aren’t on good terms either,” he comforts. “You do understand that words have more power than imaginable. Same with actions.”

“Indeed,” Takao sighs, “as both can either free or trap a person more.”

Hotaru nodded before writing something out on another piece of paper: *Can she move in with other relatives? Or stay with a friend for awhile? Sister sounds like a bad person*

You read it with everyone else before Masamune speaks up.

“Yes it’s better that you do find someone else to live with for a bit,” he nods. “If they are understanding they’ll let you go over until you have to leave again.”

“Colleges and universities have housing. Try looking there,” Takao offers.

Kotaru’s eyes widened as he had a thought to share. “You can be like Saizo and I and live in the tree..”

“Fuma, be quiet.” Hotaru murmured.

…So he can speak? Then you see Kotaru continue ‘talking’ for several moments after being muted before realizing what had happened. He stopped, looking around to the others as to what had just happened. Saizo shakes his head, sighing. The others are either showing shocked or stunned expressions

“Hotaru can but it’s dangerous,” Saizo explains. “It’s actually a power of his…”

Oh.

A pair of arms go around you and you get pressed into a warm chest.

“There is only so much one can do on their own. Don’t be afraid to ask for help in keeping yourself emotionally and mentally sane. We will be here when you need help,” someone says.

You can’t tell who but it gives you some level of assurance that things will work out one way or another. You just gotta believe that they will.

[ecotone99]

[RF] Off the Radar, Part 1

I've heard the term "off the Radar." Sometimes this is a good thing. Other times it isn't. I'm the aunt that everyone tells their secrets to and I like that role. I have never revealed what people had told me. Some of it is funny, some of it would bring you to tears and some of it, well it's just better for me that no one know that I know their business.

I know a woman (I'll call her Mary) who is involved with the son of a famous actor. I will call him Jim Smith. He looks like his dad and it physically very attractive. Their relationship is talked about but not confirmed. I refuse to comment on it saying that is Mary's business.

I live in a small conservative mid-west town in the state of Kansas that seemed to have an issue which Jim Smith's father beliefs which I will not go into. They don't like Hollywood but will watch their movies. I don't know what the son believes or doesn't believe. That is none of my business or concern.

Mary is a model/actress who visits the town a couple of times a year, mostly to see me. I'm actually her aunt thru marriage. She tries to be very low key about it because I know for a fact some of the residence of this town like to tell tales about her which either aren't true or half truths.

The show that Mary is on takes a break from the week of Thanksgiving to the New Year. Mary came for thanksgiving and no one really knew. She went from Los Angeles to Witchia Kansas and then rented a car and drove an hour and a half to the town. Arrived late at Wednesday night before Thanksgiving.

The first weekend in December we had the Holiday Tour of Homes. The house I live in is on that tour. I had someone decorate the house as I have no talent for it. It looks beautiful. Mary hasn't been feeling well all day. It's not the flu but she might be coming down with something. She goes upstairs which is off limits to the guests. I have never allowed them to come upstairs, most for liability reasons.

The tour of homes on Saturday is off to a good start. Then I hear Mary let out a blood curling scream. I run upstairs.

"Please help me, Aunt Lisa. Please. "

I managed to get her downstairs and she is a lot of pain. I get her on the couch and then I call 911.

"My niece has ovarian cysts. She having another attack." I said to the 911 operator.

It had been over a year since my niece had one of these attacks which is very painful. She is crying, sobbing.

Finally the paramedics arrive. They know Mary and they know her medical history. They decide to take her to the University of Kansas Medical Center which is an hour away. It was useless taking her to the local hospital. One of the doctors there has weird ideas about women's health. I will not even go into this.

I insist that the paramedics take Mary to the University of Kansas Medical Center. Mary even said she would pay for it.

A couple offer to take me to the hospital even though it's an hour away in Witchia. I have a strong suspicion that they are most likely Paparazzi who have front row seat or will have a tale to tell on Mary's going to the hospital. At this point I don't care.

I was surprised that no paparazzi were at the hospital when Mary arrived, but within 10 minutes every news station in the region was there. TMZ picked it up. I was in the waiting room when it came on.

"This just in. We are getting reports out of Witchia Kansas that actress Mary Stone was rushed to the hospital after suffering severe abdominal pains. This is footage that someone took outside the home of Lisa Bell, who is Mary's aunt."

The footage was from a distance and was taken across the street.

"Mary Stone last year, if you remember was engaged to be married to........

That story will never die. Mary was engaged to be married to a man named Tanner Stolen. He was on various news networks but I never liked him. He ended up cheating on her and getting the daughter of a Senator pregnant. Not just any Senator. But Senator Mines. His family really trashed Mary and basically blamed her for what happened. Mary being the sweet person who never did any harm to anyone said nothing about it. Ignored it. It was all I could do not to make some comments but I didn't knowing that it could hurt Mary.

You probably wonder why I didn't have the ambulance take her to the local hospital. The crazy doctor there. Shortly after Mary and Tanner had broken up, Mary had problems with her ovarian cysts which can cause severe pain and bleeding. This doctor if you can even call him one accused Mary of trying to induce a miscarriage. He called the police and she was investigated. I was investigated. The District Attorney got involved. They (the doctor and the District attorney) ended up looking like they got egg on their face. It backfired on the doctor who got a tongue lashing from the police chief and a written reprimand from the Medical Board of Kansas after Mary filed a complaint against him. The District Attorney lost the election. But that wasn't all.

Turned out that the Senator was behind all this and it really backfired on him. His fellow Congress people read him the riot act. This went beyond the pale. He lost his Senate Seat over this. Had he kept his mouth shut, we never would have been able to prove this, although we suspected that he was behind this. He even bragged to our police chief who took note of this. Wasn't a smart move. Both clowns said they did this out of concern for Mary. I mean, really? They were forced to apologize to both of us. Thankfully no one in town believed them.

The police chief of our town apologized to me and Mary. Neither one of us was angry with the police because they were ordered to investigate us. We cooperated with them fully. At a press conference, the police chief expressed his anger. "Senator Mines had a bone to pick with Mary Stone due to her past relationship with his son-in-law Tanner Stolen and he along with the doctor plotted to dig up dirt on her. When Ms. Stone had to go to the hospital due to a medical issue, it was decided that they would falsely accuse her of trying to harm herself. The Senator even admitted that he did to get at Mary due to her past relationship with his son-in-law. The investigation of Mary Stone is now closed and it is regrettable that the criminal justice system was used to falsely accuse someone. Tanner Stolen had nothing to do with this as we questioned him about this. "

I'm thinking about this when the doctor in the emergency room comes out. "Come with me." he said.

"How is she?"

"She's fine. I know that Mary has a history of ovarian cyst but this time it wasn't the cyst that caused her abdominal pain."

"What caused the pain then. Mary can't have children. She was told this years ago."

The doctor said nothing. We went into a private room and I was shocked to see Mary looking like she still was in shock holding a baby in her arms.

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