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006: Dead to Rights
Cromwell had to growl in disdain; today was not a fruitful day. "Had her dead to her rights," he fumed as he tossed his bag into a corner of his office and started through the paperwork. The 'her' he referred to was Moira, the witch who cursed his dear sister to premature dementia. The slut had long since sold her soul and lived around the more ( Read more... ) -
005: A lovely morning.
The morning started...right to say the least. Last night, Alex had spent it celebrating his three months with Jeremy in the best manner possible. He had set aside enough money to get his lover a jet-black Rolex watch that made everyone else at the store jealous. Yes, he had to pull off extra clinic hours (he begged someone to shoot him and ( Read more... ) -
003: Troubles in the sack
Well, now Alex was stuck in the mother of all awkward situations, as dictated by some unspoken rules of society and hunting. He was in his best friend's apartment again (after the Joe debacle...), kissing him on his couch rather languidly and hoping to God there was something underneath all that. His last relationship had been with the former Head ( Read more... ) -
002: Email
Jeremy...
It's undeniable.
Either we fuck...or we don't.
