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"We'll check up on any family attorney you may have had along with probating your father's Will, if he had one," Nicole assured me."As for the authorities, let's see what kind of warrants they are asking for before we move beyond a 'denial' defense.""Denial, as in me claiming I didn't do anything because, ya know, I didn't do anything," I gave her a sleepy smile. "How about we eat first?"We ordered, drank our coffee, tea and juices while remaining largely non-communicative. It wasn't until the food began arriving did I realize I'd 'misplaced' Pamela once more. As I tore into a big slab of ham, I looked over my surroundings for the first time. I gave myself a mental pat on the back when I spotted Pamela then the 'big picture' kicked me in the nuts.Pamela was dressed as a server, coasting about the room, filling drinks, getting appetizer and performing the tedious little chores that waiters and waitresses had to pull off flawlessly. The other wait-staff noticed Pamela, but since she

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Had I been better at this game, I would have noticed the lack of functioning traffic cameras around us. Instead, I went begging to the local diocese of the Catholic Church. I plead my case. Mom and Dad were devout, raised me to be a devout Catholic yet when my Mother died, my father had never gotten over the trauma and me, being a young man, hadn't explored my spirituality yet – but I promised I'd get right on it when I returned to New York.The priest who handled the end of life stuff for the Church was sympathetic. He gave me the name of a local priest near my home I could talk to on my return. He also told me that he'd received a moving letter from a nun in Uganda about a deeply spiritual moment she had shared with me years ago, so he was onboard with giving my Dad a Catholic send-off.I wasn't sure if that was a sign to never touch a wannabe Nun again, or a reminder that nun's gave incredibly positive feedback on their sexual misadventures. I went with the latter. A few more calls

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The 28th of December. I had enough money for a flight and a date picking me up at the airport. Bolingbrook had an inordinate amount of students stay the holidays and, by tradition, the graduating class hosted a New Year's Eve party for those students and the staff. I had told Dad about Havenstone and my infinitesimal chances of that kind of job.That was it. He patted me on the shoulder. There was no pressure to come back to Burnham after graduation if I didn't have a job lined up. It was my home if I needed it. So much was unspoken between us. I could tell he was proud – college – good grades – popular – happy. I shouldn't have taken for granted we'd get a chance to talk later.Back to the joy at hand."So, what's it like working with your Dad?" I dropped into our causal conversation. I was in the bedroom, door open – really? Why do they put doors on those things? The 'Daddy' question could be taken two ways and I trusted Cameron to take it the worse way – and to be pissed."My Fathe

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With the phantom applause of a hundred other male 'losers' who went to Fractional North H.S., I penetrated the queen who had been beyond us all only four years ago. The erotic twist to all that was with every sense of triumph and pleasure, Cameron mimicked me. Certainly we were both having a memorable time. I had to touch, lick, knead, and fondle every inch of Cameron's body.We both explored our nipple fetish, '69'-ed and engaged in some anal play – no penetration. I completed my first sojourn with the removal of the condom and the blowjob that had been the fantasy of countless hours in my home's upstairs bathroom. Cameron didn't just swallow – she savored my semen and looked like she wanted more.Normally I cuddle beside my partner post-coitus. With Cameron, I lay on top of her at eye level. I put enough weight on her to let her feel pinned without real discomfort."I have a confession," I gave her a sweaty-faced grin."What?" she asked then gave me a peck on the lips."We went to s

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"He's not joking about the last part," Rachel enlightened them. "Cáel gets physically mangled on a fairly regular basis. Speaking of which, Ishara, several packages arrived for you today. We've gone through them. Most...we have no idea what they are for.""You did get an armored long jacket and four tomahawks with a harness," she saved the best for last. My eyes lit up and I took a step toward Rachel's suite. "Ishara, please behave." Another hush."Can we, if we are accepted by Ishara, talk to you that way?" the normally silent one inquired."Sure. Try not to do it too much in public, but in general you may assume you know more about a given subject, or task, than I do," I nodded."Now I understand Buffy's call," senior stopped trying to leave. "She made an obtuse statement about having to save a person from herself. As long as you...promise to listen to your senior members of the House, I can do this.""Great – done deal – can I go play with my axes now?" I looked at Rachel. She trie

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"Don't know and don't care to know," Pamela stated."You are being needlessly rude," Selena got all threatening-like. They were spreading out."You were disrespectful to my friend. Since I have a grand total of one friend, I take it personally when he is mistreated by imperfect strangers," Pamela menaced right back. It was on now. Selena wasn't going to take the 'imperfect' lying down.The click of my first two tomahawks being pulled out must have alerted those two to my status update to that of a 'threat'. Miyako flicked something my way. Being highly symbolic and rather ineffective, I had my axes crossed against my chest. My reflexes kicked in, my right handed axe dropped down and something heavy pinged off of it."Bitch," I snapped. "Did you just throw a railroad spike at me?""It is a throwing dart, you numbskull," Pamela lectured as she kicked a high-heeled shoe at Selena. They closed, Selena lashed out with a hand strike, missing and then something I had never conceived of happe

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A maniac conducted the orchestra, while every section fought for dominance without a thought to the opera unfolding under its twittering cacophony. That is how it felt as I steeled myself for the service, but my musings were a fantasy. I had a swirling company of my twenty inductees, two Amazons, plus Rachel's detail and Esmeralda coordinating all the traffic.Pamela was absent. Buffy was the one in charge, deciding who got how close and under what level of scrutiny. The presence of law enforcement was made obvious by our vigilance, with mutual hostility being declared. The government was catching up with how they'd been fucked over. They couldn't prove a thing yet, although they had missed an entire day trailing after me.They also had new leadership. Pamela had expelled Theodora with the simple application of Conflict of Interest. Nicole and Pratt had joined me in my suite, so I was suitably armored when the Feds made their next run at me. I had stepped up in the world, so I was rew

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"Do these two count as 'public'?" Buffy snarled. She meant Javiera and Nicole. Pratt was in another car and the only others with us were Rachel and me. This was going to hurt."No," I sighed. WHAM! The Charlie Horse from Hell!"That's why you have bodyguards, you jerk," Buffy nearly cried."Ah...we were with him," Rachel tapped Buffy's upper arm."Oh." Long pause. "I...I apologize," Buffy said sheepishly. "I had no idea you were getting smarter." That was probably the best apology I was going to get. It was still my fault."You do it out of love, Buffy," I rubbed my arm. Buffy gave me a heartbreaking smile."Was that domestic violence, or assault?" Javiera snarled. "Neither one is allowable under Illinois law.""It is a Human Resources Team-building tool," I lied. "In some places it is called Obedience Training, or Negative Reinforcement.""I have never seen another human being take a beating like Cáel can," Rachel complimented me."He is also incredible in the bed room," Buffy added

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"This is your Uncle Carrig," Brianna - I thought it was Brianna - made the introductions. I dialed up my Irish. Carrig meant...meant...'rock'. Not 'the Rock' as in Dwayne Johnson. No, it meant 'rock' as in 'lump'. I had an Uncle Lumpy. How the fuck was I going to explain this at the next high school reunion?The answer was obvious. I'd parade out my four lava-stoked volcanic aunt-hotties and no one would be able to see old Uncle Lumpy over their sexual radiance. Perhaps being created in the form of a disfigured Neanderthal made Lumpy furious with the world. That might be why he wanted Grandpa to stay dead. Maybe...oh hell, Lumpy had serious family issues, as in he wanted to hump my aunts who only wanted to hump me."Hello Uncle Carrig," I started out. "Thank you for...""Shut up," he sneered. "I came here to see your whore of a mother one last time, not listen to your prattle.""Carrig, don't," Fiona intervened. "He is family."He took a deep breath."I know why all of you want him in

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Deidre hadn't come by my place on Monday to warn me that Uncle Blockhead was trying to kill me. She was prepping me for the knowledge that they had killed Lumpy - to save me. Those incestuous nightmares had trotted Uncle Carrig out like a Barnum & Bailey Sasquatch, to loud acclaim and fanfare.Before I could do some in depth research/check to see if this was the 'real' Sasquatch, he would vanish aka be killed to save me. Well played ladies. They should have taken into account I worked for Katrina Love. Katrina undoubtedly played three-dimensional chess on-line so she could lure out the true Vulcans trapped on Earth.My aunts' straw man wasn't going to cut it. Back to the reality that included my father never again enjoying my meandering thoughts over dinner. Back to the other curious 'real' players as they moved in, having soaked up my ceremony and our O'Shea family struggle. If there as a benefit in that misadventure, it was the look on the faces of the two most distant groups.The a

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