John
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“I agree with Jax. The Admiral is putting on a show. He wants to know if the new Mistress of Pike has any steel in her spine. More dangerous would be for him to believe otherwise. A free Pike is as valuable now as it was under Millions–in some ways,…
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"Be careful around SeaTac," I say in response to SueB's laugh. "He is a dangerous man. Not less dangerous after what I did to him." I get up from the table, taking own bowl. "Not less dangerous on his own turf, I say over my shoulder as I place m…
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"Millions picked the wrong person to scrog!" I say, slamming my spoon down. He may or may not have actually raped her, but he coerced her. That much was plain. "And he did answer for it," I add coldly. Then, for SueB's benefit, even if not for Ja…
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“Thank you, Jax, SueB,” I say. I want to ask where Cujo has gone, but I do not want to seem needy in front of my crew leads. Instead, I say, "I will not make a practice of sending people away. But it has been very long since I have slept so well. I …
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I wake gradually and gently, drifting for awhile in the space between wakefulness and sleep. This is the first morning since I have been here that I have not snapped awake at the first hint of light in the sky–on those nights that I slept at all. I …
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Hi. I'm John. I was invited here from some Hangout games and TavernKeeper PbP for the AW Fury game. I'm 46, married with two kids, both adopted from South Korea. I live in Southern New Hampshire with the aforementioned wife and kids, a Great Dane p…
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"Mmm... You may be right. He must want something. Strong desire is a family trait," I say, running my hands down her back as she kisses my neck. "Maybe it is time the Witch of Pike paid him a visit..." I lean back, pulling her down on top of me. "Bu…
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“I do not know… Why would he pay me? You mean if I can still spy for him and have access to different people now that I run Pike?”
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At the mention of Hope, I scowl briefly. Then my eyes light, and I reach out and put my hand on Cujo’s arm, forgetting my usual restraint with respect to touching people in conversation. “I have been planning to bargain for Hope’s release,” I say ex…
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I make an expression like I just bit into something rotten. "Harbormaster. He knew my mother. I do not know how. I am not sure I want to know. Harbormaster must also assume the Admiral is my father. My mother was well-known as the Admiral's wife. Sh…
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“He knows what I am, what I can do. I have used my abilities for him for years.” As soon as the words leave my mouth I realize what I have just admitted. I blush and look away from her, ashamed. Despite my shame, I have to turn my face back to her s…
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I do not have to speak my concern. I am sure my eyes convey it. "It is not so simple. No one knows what I just told you, or what I will tell you." Is that true? It seems as if Harbormaster knows some of this... "Very few even know he is my father-…
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I shift position until I am lying with my head on her chest, looking up at her while listening to her heart. It is my turn. I offer something I have not shared with anyone. "I was four years old the last time I saw my mom," I start without preambl…
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Brainer sex move: (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 5, 2. Total: 9)
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It is strange. In all the time I have been drawn to Cujo, I have never fantasized about her, never pictured us having sex. I have studied her eyes, her lips, her graceful neck... My eyes have devoured her every curve, but I never pictured her undres…
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I could not wait to be rid of Millions' stuff. The aura of the man seemed to be everywhere, disgusting and oppressive. The one thing I kept was quite unlike the man. There was, in a private place, a place on honor even, a thing from the Dry Times. I…
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"Do not speculate on what she is worth." I say coldly. I exhale and look at Jax, trying to convey that I am talking with him, not treating him as a subject to be dismissed. "Jax, I hear you, and I appreciate your advice." I continue more calmly. …
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"That seems a bit of a leap. From talking to scrogging because we walked inside? Are the gangs so desperate for distraction, then, that they care who enters my home? It has not been so long since I hosted them. Should the Arrows presume I am scroggi…
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I nod, my voice suddenly lost. I motion to Cujo to walk with me back to my building. I can feel my face flush and hope the cool air can remedy that before we reach Jax. I intend to introduce Cujo, instruct Jax that short of invasion or bloody tidal …
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"The hold is mine. The small pile...is ours. The rules are ours. But...if I were to make a suggestion for a change...it might be that you do not have to leave the pile...for...well, for when you feel like being in the small pile, but do not feel lik…
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I look at her for what seems a long time, saying nothing. "I missed you. We never touched, or even talked...but I missed you." I look down for a second, then back up at her, a small smile starting, more in my eyes than my mouth. "The rules of the sm…
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"Turned away that easily, Cujo?" I say, eyes flashing. "Is the trip back so easy, then, that you leave in a huff the first time I misunderstand you? You looked like you wanted to hurt me... Tell me I am wrong." I continue, quieter now, more subdue…
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I freeze momentarily, my lips still brushing her knuckles. I raise my my head just enough for her to read my lips, but I do not raise my eyes. “You wanted to hurt me,” I finish her sentence for her.
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Cujo's gentle touch on my neck sends a thrill through me. I have heard people talk about their knees feeling weak at moments like this. I do not feel this. There is no weakness. I am aware of every motion of the air across my skin, of how the air mo…
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Spider is a vermin. It does not protect me. It does not love me. Nor I it. We are ideal companions. It does what I tell it to do...and offers many more unsolicited insights than a vermin should. No, it would not attack Cujo unless it felt threatened…
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"Bon told you to...?" I trail off. It was not really a question. It surprised me. I spoke without thinking. "I loved being in the pile, and I was grateful that Dog pulled me in, grateful that all of you--well, some of you--accepted me. But you kno…
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“Of course,” I say. It comes out as a little gasp, my voice stolen by her eyes. Somehow I think she may still be able to tell, even though she cannot have heard it. I smile. This is the first time I have ever seen Cujo express even a hint of insecur…
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I have to hustle to catch up to her. I stop directly in her path, aware that she must have thirty pounds and six inches on me. “I have never heard your voice before. Why? It is lovely.”
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“Can you hear me?” I ask the question as she walks away, with her back to me.
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“He did more than die. He saw everything he had taken from him first. He gave it away, unable to stop himself. August cost him everything.” At her question, I nod. “It is a place to belong. A chance for a life that is my own, not as someone’s int…