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Happy Mothers Day Marsha. I love your beautiful blog. Hope your day is filled with love, happiness and beauty.ReplyDelete
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Hello, dear Linda. Happy Mother's Day to you too. And, thank you for this lovely comment/compliment. It means so much to me. xx'sReplyDelete
Happy Mother's Day! I am going to pick up my youngest grandson.......(Thank the Lord....he is still 12!) and we will drive to Ojai (where my granddaughter )named after me......Penelope...called Poppy) goes to boarding school!ReplyDelete
I will spend the day with my daughter and grandchildren....and maybe( my other daughter and grandchildren) back in MOntecito!
(too good to be true!!) my fingers are crossed!!!
Happy Mother's day to all!!
So cute..hope you have a wonderful day doing exactly as you please!!ReplyDelete
Thank you for this photo, Marsha......it says it all. Happy Mother's Day to you....and many thanks for your lovely blog! Angela MullerReplyDelete
Happy Mother's Marsha! Have a wonderful day!ReplyDelete
I did what I thought! Walked the dogs on the beach; and then met my three grand children who live here for dinner! They had tests and everything; but they stopped to have dinner with us! I am one GRATEFUL GRANNY!!!!ReplyDelete
Happy Mother's day to all mothers everywhere!!!
Thank you so much for your wonderful comments, each of them mean so much to me. After all, the interaction is the reason we blog. xx's


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Marc on the other hand, his nose maybe wasn't as crooked as I remembered. Now it just gave him a slightly roguish appearance. His eyes were a strange amber colour, kind of like the vampyres in Twighlight. These he fixed on me, as if he was staring me down. As he stared he ran his eyes up and down my body. I looked at him until he caught my eye and he glanced away embarrassed. He was maybe a couple of years older than me and it showed. He was tall and looked pretty strong, I looked everywhere but his well muscled arms which were shown off by a T-shirt that looked a little small for him. He had worn it, no doubt, on purpose for that very reason.
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Siri sighed and said, "O.K. boys, we spoke to the police and Mr Sway and we won't press charges so long as you come to the house daily and clean and garden and do chores in general. Sean we don't mind you working with Nature, but Marc. Due to your, umm... past exchanges, you shouldn't really work together. At least until you've proven you won't kill each other."
"You know I'm not the one being punished here, I'm just helping from the goodness of my heart. Anyway it was his fault that I got that fractured wrist, he deserved that broken nose."
Sean looked at me admiringly, "You're the one who broke his nose? Gosh, now I really wish that I hadn't helped to break your window. I really am sorry Nature."
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"I'm sorry too Nature. You just sprang to mind when I had the general idea. Because your house was so near and we have a bit of a past, you know, we still bear the scars." He pointed to his nose and my right arm. My arm still hangs a little askew but not too noticably. Not unless your looking for it.
"Well so long as you said sorry." I was only teasing really, but Marc and I are never going to get on properly. Anyway, he looks too rough and playful for my taste. We wouldn't balance out the Yin-Yang well. I've been described as outgoing and fun and fierce, Marc and I are too the same to work, of course, he's outgoing in a "Hey let's throw a brick or two through her window," way. I would never dream of doing that, never.
"If you are quite finish hurling insults and sarcasm back and forth," Mab was grinning at me. For reasons I am still oblivious, "You all really need to get on. So, Sean you can help me in the kitchen, Marc the attic needs cleaning out so you can help Siri and Nature sort it."
"I thought that you were keeping us seperate, are you reconsidering?" I glanced at Marc, was he flirting indirectly with me?
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Since you already know about the economy?
Are all of you deferring your decision on whether to attend law school based on where you can get in? If you get admitted to a non T14 school, why are you still making the economic commitment in attending law school if it is more than likely that you will face over 100K in debt and have minimal job opportunities upon graduating? I'd just like to hear some of your opinions regarding this, thanks a lot!
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Because some people want to become lawyers. Some people are rich and don't care what the cost is. Some people are making bad economic decisions. Some people have substantial scholarships to regional schools not located in top 20. I'm sure theres a bunch more.
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Violets Are Blue
Violets Are Blue
Warner Vision, Mass Market Paperbound, 9780446611213, 416pp.
Publication Date: September 30, 2002
D.C. Detective Alex Cross has seen a lot of crime scenes. But even he is appalled by the gruesome murders of two joggers in San Francisco's Golden Gate Park - killings that look more like the work of savage beasts than humans. Local police are horrified and even the FBI is baffled. Then, as Cross is called in to take on the case, the carnage takes off, leaving a trail of bodies across America and sweeping him to Savannah, Las Vegas, New Orleans, Los Angeles . . as his nemesis, the merciless criminal known as the Mastermind, stalks him, taunts him, and once again, threatens everything he holds dear...
"Another page-turner . . . You won't be able to put 'Violets' down until you've reached the back cover."
-New York Times
"Particularly juicy . . . Enjoyably spooky . . . Bottom line: bloody good creepfest."


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Saving Ophelia - PrologueMature
Starting from scratch. Lovely.
Part One
Sunlight peeked over Ophelia's toes as she pushed her feet up towards the sky. Softly she drifted back down, the braided rope of the swing becoming taut as she fell closer to the earth. She pulled her feet back and launched her white sandals once more forward, propelling her once again into the sky. A cloud of platinum curls fanned out behind her as her body reached out towards the breeze. The swing was made with an old tire Ophelia's brother had rolled home one day. It was tied to a sturdy branch of a willow tree that seeped into the earth in her family's front yard. The tree must have been just as old as the house was, for its' branches arched with age and an anguish only a willow tree can possess. The branches fell intricate gateways, and it's feathery leaves nearly touched the ground.
The house had been built fifty years previous. It stood two stories tall, with a trellis climbing up the south facing wall. The trellis wore a rose bush that had been planted in coordination with the willow. The blossoms that flowered could grow to the size of an outstretched hand, and bore a hue of red that could not be imagined more perfectly. Ophelia would bury her face in them, breathing in the musky scent of the bloom, and then look up and try to reach another.
Laying on a grass near the swing, Ophelia's older sister Katchya nodded her head to a current angst-filled teenage melody on her discman. Every so often she glanced towards her younger sister and opened one eye to make sure she was still enjoying herself. Katchya too was in her own world, willing her pallid skin to soak up just enough sun to darken a shade, but not enough to burn it. Daydreaming about one special boy in particular.
As Ophelia sat atop the tall tire, pushing herself back and forth on the swing her father had made for her, she saw Kisa galloping towards her through the tall emerald grass. Kisa was a small dog that Ophelia's father had given her for her fourth birthday, only six months previously. Kisa was a norfolk terrier, and he was Ophelia's greatest joy. The two were best friends, their bond sealed the moment Kisa had jumped out of the box that Ophelia's father had hidden her in. Since that moment, the dog followed her petite footsteps everywhere she went.
The family had immigrated from Russia just over four years ago, in 1989. Ophelia's father had always emphasized the importance of the family being fluid in both languages, knowing they may one day need to escape the life he had created for them in Russia. Katchya and the eldest child, Andrei had no difficulty with this because english was taught to them in school. Helen consistently rejected learning english, knowing that learning english might equate to the family one day moving far away from their home in Russia, but her husband Nikolai insisted. She loathed speaking to her baby in a foreign language. Ophelia has no memories of her mother that aren't filled with the heavy sound of her Mother Tongue. The rest of the family talked to Ophelia in both Russian and English, and had done so since she was born. At the age of four, she was fluent in both languages, but at times would mistake certain russian words for others.
When Ophelia was greeted with her excited gift, she mistakenly called out; "Kisa!" The russian word for cat. Katchya and Andrei loved the ironic name, and although their father insisted that 'Kisa' was no name for a dog, the name stuck never the less.
Ophelia's mother Helen couldn't help but smile as she watched Ophelia leap off of her swing, and fall into the grass with Kisa. Together they play-fought, rolling through the grass. Helen returned her eyes to the dishes- she was worried. The past four years had been nothing but uneasiness for her.
"Nikolai," she said in Russian (she always spoke in Russian), it was almost a whisper. "I fear their joy." Her husband sat at the kitchen table, reading the international portion of the Vancouver Sun. He placed the newspaper on the table and rubbed his hand across his wide chin, the coarse stubble irritating his fingertips. He sighed, and stood up.
"My aHren," he said, and wrapped his arms around his dear wife. "My angel. It's over now. We are halfway across the world. They will never find us here, not in the suburbs of a Canadian city. No, not here." He buried his face in her halo of golden curls.
"It feels like if we are happy, and relaxed, that is when they will come," Helen said, rolled her shoulders, and pushed away from the counter. She took off her gloves and walked outside. The sky was a soft blue, and sunlight radiated onto her, the heat comforting. She held her hand over her eyes, and looked out to Ophelia and Katchya. Nikolai followed her, and stood next to her.
When they had met 20 years ago, Nikolai had just begun working for a man named Viktor Antonova, his brother. A man working hard to launder Rubles by the thousand into various legitimate businesses. It began simply, moving cash from point A to point B, running errands. Back then it was thrilling, and Helen was swept away with the excitement.
After the birth of their first child, Nikolai was promoted, and was asked to move 'product' and solicit it for a wealthier men named Yury Bayrakdarian. Nikolai attempted to keep Helen in the dark as much as he could, not wanting her to worry about his safety. But then, after Katchya was born, Nikolai was again promoted. He was needed for weeks at a time, and he could no longer hide from his darling wife what kind of illegitimate dealings he'd become a part of. As it always does, time went on.
Nearly 13 years later, Nikolai returned home after being away for two weeks. He had blood dripping from a head wound, and a soaked mass of someone else's blood on his white button up dress shirt. He would never be able to tell Helen what happened on that night, but that night he made a decision. His family were no longer safe. The plan to escape into the night was made quickly. At the time, Ophelia was just shy of a year old, a bundle of tears in the confusion that ensued.
"I told you that I would buy us a perfect house, in a perfect neighbourhood, where our perfect family could grow and be safe together," Nikolai said to Helen, and put his arm around her shoulder.
"What if they find us?" Helen asked, a question she had asked over and over again since their journey had ended at their picturesque home in North Vancouver. Nikolai listened for a moment to Ophelia's laughter. He watched her elation. He had been careful. He had risked everything to hide them.
"Nobody knows where we are, and unless I tell them myself, they will not find us."
Across the city Andrei stood with his skateboard clasped firmly between his knees. In one hand he held a lighter and in the other, a cigarette. He desperately fought to light the end against the breeze coming off the ocean. He dropped his skateboard and cursed. His friend Jesse cupped his hands, and tried to give Andrei some shelter from the wind, but Andrei shrugged off the help. Andrei was seventeen, and seemed to be even more stubborn than his mother and father combined. He took a deep breath and then was still for a moment. He tried one last time to light the cigarette, and was successful. He picked up his skateboard and looked around. They were waiting on a street corner in East Vancouver, a place with few welcoming faces. He tried not to show it, but he felt uneasy.
"What exactly are we waiting for again?" Andrei asked Jesse. They were newly made accomplices. Jesse's family had just moved from Russia, and the principal had made a point to introduce the two to each other.
"Chill Andrei. It's just my uncle. He just wants to meet you." Jesse held a high interest in Andrei. He had asked him all sorts of questions when they first met. Where had he grown up? Who were his parents? Andrei knew better than to answer the questions honestly, but the false answers he gave were too close to the truth, and his stiff black hair gave him away in part. He was the spitting image of his father.
Part Two
Ophelia was anxious. "Momma, we need to go, we need to go now!" she said, tugging at her mother's white linen dress. Helen smeared sunscreen over her daughters milky skin.
"I'm almost finished my lily flower. Please be patient."
"Kisa is sad and she is lost and alone and we need to go get her."
"I'm sure she is fine, maybe she found her way into the park through the fence again. Let's go for a walk, and we will find her very soon. Go get her leash," Helen said, and smeared the rest of the sunscreen onto her own face. It was the height of summer, and their skin seemingly could not handle even a few moments of exposure without reddening. Ophelia roughly attempted to force her sandals upon her feet. Her mother knelt down and gently buckled them. Ophelia placed her hand on the doorknob and stared up at her mother expectantly. Helen held out her hand for Ophelia to grab, and together they walked out into the summer day.
Together they searched around the block, asking neighbours as they passed if anyone had seen Kisa. Once they reached the park, Ophelia soon forgot about their search, thrust the thin pink leash into her mothers' hands, and proceeded to gallop across the playground. Once in a while she would stand at the highest point of the play equipment and shout out; "Kisa!"
Helen called her youngest daughter in after a half an hour had passed. Hand in hand, they started walking home.
"Momma I will make some signs," Ophelia said, her eyes focused on the pavement seeking cracks to jump over.
"That's a good idea lily flower," Helen said, and squeezed her daughters hand. "Papa will be home soon for lunch time. You may make some signs, while I make lunch."
"Grilled cheese?" Ophelia asked, as she prepared to leap over a crack in the pavement.
"We'll see," said Helen. They had arrived back at their home. Ophelia let go of her mothers' hand and ran towards the willow tree, intent on her new tire swing. Helen's eyes scanned the yard. It was just for a moment. A habit that she couldn't shake, even after four years.
When her eyes settled on the swing she opened her mouth in horror. Beneath the swing she saw a flash of red one might only interpret as blood. Maybe someone had spilt paint. Maybe some raccoons had battled with a cat the night before. But in that moment Helen envisioned something much more dire, and she screamed out her daughters name.
"Stop!" she cried after her. Ophelia turned her body, and looked at her mother in alarm. What was so urgent? The fear in her mothers' eyes frightened her, and quickly she made her way back. Helen picked up Ophelia, and hurried into the house. She locked the door behind her, and closed her eyes for a moment. She took a breath. In that moment she knew- it was over. The dust that had settled into their perfect peaceful life had been blown upon. "Go get some paper, from Papa's office." Helen said, trying her best to keep her voice calm.
"Momma?" Ophelia's eyes had welled up with tears. Helen needed to ease the fear she had shown her daughter.
"Nothing is wrong dear," she insisted, "go into Papa's office and pick out some paper. Some of the nice colored paper that Papa doesn't let you use. Yes, go ahead" she ushered her daughter, a painted smile frozen on her face, "go ahead," she whispered. Ophelia rushed away, the panicked juncture forgotten.
Helen reached behind her back and unlocked the door. She knew she had to investigate what was out on her front lawn. Maybe she'd overreacted. Maybe she hadn't spied blood at all, but in that moment she needed to know.
She approached the swing carefully. She felt her knees weaken when again she spotted the crimson color in the grass. Sobs burst from her when she spotted a smear of the red against the trunk of the tree. She moved closer, her senses screaming at her to return to the safety of her home. She had to know. She had to know.
Under the swing was a burlap sack that indeed was covered in blood. It was such a small bag that Helen knew immediately what had happened. Tears filled her vision, and her whole body convulsed. A great sadness paralyzed her, as she wept over the body of the most innocent member of their family. She hadn't realized, but she had sunk to the ground and was sitting on her knees, her white dress grinding into the grass. She couldn't lift herself. Her face cramped in fear, tears streaming, she walked on all fours until she reached the pavement of the driveway. She lifted herself then and looked down. Two circular stains showed where her knees had ground the ivory dress into the yard. She stood fixed on the spot until Nikolai's lexus pulled into the driveway. All she could do was point.
Andrei and Katchya were called home from school immediately. Nikolai had no plan in place before, but the plan was to leave, as fast as possible, in the morning. Andrei and Katchya were told to pack one bag each of their most important belongings. Nikolai would not tell Katchya what was the reason for alarm. Andrei was terrified. Had he caused this? He remained silent as well, trying to figure out which he feared more; the wrath of his father, or the unknown malice approaching?
"Mom what the fuck is going on?" Katchya shouted as she approached her mother.
"Andrei, cover your sisters ears."
"This isn't happening, people don't just skip town like its' nothing, that happens in the movies mom. I'm not just leaving."
"We are leaving," was all Helen could say. "Tomorrow morning."
"No we're not! I'm not leaving Nathan, mom, we're in love! I love him!"
"We are leaving tomorrow, Katchya." Helen couldn't muster more, the fear froze her, and everything in her was already working hard to not shut down, to not show her dear children dread. An image of her children lined up in three bags, two larger, one smaller, flashed through her minds' eye. Her painted smile quivered, and then held fast.
"I'm not fucking going anywhere!" Katchya shouted. Helen ignored her, removed Andrei's hands from Ophelia's ears, and collected her in her arms. She walked upstairs into her bedroom. Her bags were already packed, and had been for hours. She locked the door, and lay down on her bed, holding Ophelia closely to her. Ophelia squirmed, but stayed on the bed.
"I love you," Helen said to Ophelia.
"What's wrong mommy?" Children at times are blissfully unaware of the weight of situations going on around them.
"I love you my lily flower. I love you with all of my love," Helen said.
"And Papa? And Andrei? And Katchya? and Kisa?"
"I love all of you with all of my love," her mother said, her painted smile momentarily disappearing. Her lip quivering, eyes filling with tears. She sighed, and breathed it away, and stroked Ophelia's platinum hair.
Together they eventually fell asleep. However, the storm of teenage angst and hardship echoed throughout the house for hours more. Nikolai was ill prepared for his daughters' wrath, and was relieved when she declared she was going to marry her newfound love, and slammed her bedroom door behind her. There would be no time for nuptials. They were leaving as early as possible in the morning.
"Don't you dare say a word," Nikolai said, as he turned to his son. "This decision is final, and we are not discussing it further. Not until we are far away from this house. Pack up whatever you want to bring along, because we are not returning, do you understand me?" His father's voice held such authority over him, that Andrei said nothing. He could have. He could have described what happened the day previous. His friend Jesse, and Jesse's mysterious uncle. Andrei chose not to, and walked upstairs and slammed the door to his own bedroom, next to Katchya's. He could hear her sobbing and turned on some music, pushing up the volume button until her sadness was drowned out.
Helen woke abruptly to the sounds of shuffling echoed upstairs, heavy boots dragging across the hardwood. A voice she didn't recognize was shouting. Ophelia lay asleep, tightly curled in her arms, her soft curls matted to her face with sweat. Helen lay paralyzed. They were already here. She waited for a moment, lost in her thoughts. Calculating how long she had, and trying to decide what to do next.
Helen picked her daughter up gently, and willed braveness from a very small piece of courage still left within her heart. She walked over to the window that overlooked the yard and the willow. She pulled back the curtain, and gingerly opened the frame. She peered out into the darkness. There was nothing outside save for the heavy scent of the roses. At this point Ophelia was awake and groggy. Helen looked at her daughter, and then at the tire swing hidden between the feather willow branches.
"Ophelia, look at me," she said slowly, and carefully. Ophelia's azure eyes stared up at hers, fear beginning to fill them. "I am going to place you on the grass. And you are going to crawl. My love you are going to crawl like a little bug in the grass. You are going to crawl all the way to your swing. Ok? And then you are going to climb into your swing. Not on top, like when you are playing, but inside the tire. You are going to stay there, and wait for me. This is not a time to play. Do you understand my lily flower? You are going to wait inside that tire until I come to you, and tell you you are safe. You are not going to move until I come to you." Ophelia nodded slowly, and yawned. Maybe she was too tired to feel the full weight of the fear in her mothers' voice, or see it in her mothers' eyes, but she was not afraid as she should have been. Helen cuddled her daughter in her arms one last time, and kissed her on the forehead. "All my love," she said. "I love you will all my love. I will come tell you when you are safe." Helen reached out and lowered her daughter onto the grass. Ophelia crawled slowly to the tire, and climbed in. Helen could not see Ophelia through the darkness and the tire was so substantial that Ophelia was engulfed in it. Helen breathed in the scent of the night, it was heavy with the perfume of the roses from the trellis.
Helen carefully closed the window, and drew the curtains. She adjusted her dress, it was the same one she had been wearing that morning, the grass stains still stunningly green. She couldn't help but think it was a pretty colored green. She tried desperately not to think about what may be happening within the rest of the house as she stood there, unmoving. She walked to the door, and pressed her ear against the wood. She could hear voices in the hallway, walking towards her room. She couldn't help but smile, grateful that she'd had those few moments to safely hide Ophelia. She backed away from the door. Someone rattled the knob, it was still locked. She walked backwards until she reached the bed, and gingerly sat down, her eyes fixed upon the door, listening as the ominous stranger began to throw their body weight against the door. Helen closed her eyes, and waited.


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This guy, (((REDACTED))) is a real criminal and a fraudster under the shadow of holding a Law License! He stole money from innocent poor people! I am a hard working Divorced single Mom with 2 kids. I got a referral about this attorney from a Lawyers association. I went to go to see him. He was very flirtatious with me and from the start he was asking me to go out to a Dinner with him and he was asking me size of my Boob!
He asked me to give him only $5000.00 then he will get me my Divorce and Child Support matter resolved within 6 months. Then I asked him if he can give me little less price wise he said that is his rate. He said no he cannot do this. He said to me that it would probably cost me over 25000.00 if I go to any other attorney but because I am pretty he is going to do it for me only for $5000.00.
However to make long story short, he kept calling me over and over. Finally almost a month later I went to his Office and gave him total $5000.00. It was not so easy for me to get this money, but I borrowed and arranged for him. After he got my Money, He came around my Chair and he set next me then he holds me over the shoulder. He also touched my boob and said that I do not need to pay him any more since I am willing to give him Sex and let him to touch my Boob!
He is going to do the whole job for $5000.00 flat rate. I did not say anything and sitting there by being shocked and humiliated. Then he went back to his Chair. I left his Office on that day and hoped he will file my case at least soon. Then he called me several time to discuss about the case over the month but he also asked me to go out to Dinner with him. I never went to Dinner with him.
Then he kept telling me stories that law has changed for Divorce case and he has to work more for my case. All the sudden he disappeared and he basically did not do anything with my case. He even did not file my Divorce Case nor filed into the court. He just took my hard earned money $5000.00. Now I am chasing him and calling him. He never answer his phone. I went to the Police but Police says it is a Civil case. I really don't know, how can I get my money back. It is so shame in this country that poor women just get victimized by Man, authorities and Laws. No support for poor people and I have no respect for this countries system of justice any more. I am sad and exhausted!
That thug and criminal took my money and ran away. He is a criminal and a real thieve!! His Law license must be revoked and he should not allow to practicing Law any more. He is not only a thief he is also a Sexual a predatory person.
He tried to f*** me so many times and he was inviting me to a diner and go to a Hotel with him.
I ask to people and all of his existing customers, please just do not hire this Guy, (((REDACTED))) as your attorney. He is a Liar, Fraudster, a Scam Artist, deceiver and a Sexual Predator. If you are a woman you are going to give your p***y to this guy but you will never even able to file your case!
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Im attracted to underage teens
Im 30. It would be perfectly cool for society if I was attracted to a woman 15 years my senior but Im actually attracted to girls 15 years my junior. Women my age dont do a thing for me but when I see a 15yo in tight jeans and a top in the street I just go crazy. My dream is having a 16yo girlfriend. What should I do?
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Dude, you are just like every other straight guy I know. Its perfectly normal to want to f*** young hot ass girls. What do you think cavemen did back thousands of years ago? And it was perfectly fine then.
Any guy who would deny f****** a beautiful young girl(if it was not illegal) is a f*****.
Go to therapy to raise your self esteem and find a girl more your age that you can actually get along with. Stop focusing on s** and just look for love but not in a high school. You will just be getting in the way of their life and thats selfish.
Go to therapy or something man! Ewy.
Don't kill yourself and don't find an 18 year old who looks younger. Go to therapy and work your problems out dude.
You need to be with someone in your age group.
your not a pedophile, pedophiles like children 16 years old are not kids they are almost adults. i'm 18 and when i was 16 i was having s** with a friend of mines husband she was 27 and he was 24 and i was 16. he told me he thought it was hot that i was younger. i think what u feel i natural, 16 is the age of consent in most states
No its only 16 in most states with age gap restirctions of 5 years and this guy is too old to fit in it.
you should prob just kill yourself, idk
Find an 18 year old that looks young, but don't go after an actual minor.
you, my friend are what you call a pedophile, say it with 'ped-o-phile'


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Join the Girl Scouts in celebrating their first hundred years! This proof Girl Scouts of the USA Centennial Silver Dollar is extraordinarily brilliant and features sharp relief and a mirror-like background to highlight the images on both sides of the coin.
The obverse (heads side) design was inspired by both the historical and contemporary aspects of Girl Scouting and by its mission statement: "Girl Scouting builds girls of courage, confidence, and character, who make the world a better place." It depicts three girls who represent the different ages and diversity of Girl Scouts of the USA. Inscriptions include COURAGE, CONFIDENCE and CHARACTER, key elements of the Girl Scouts mission statement. The 100th anniversary Trefoil symbol signifies the centennial anniversary. Additional inscriptions are 2013, LIBERTY and IN GOD WE TRUST.
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- Beds: 3
- Stories: 1
- Foreclosure: No
- Below Ground Sq. Feet: 624
- Estimated Annual Taxes: $2,036
- Elementary School: North Warren Central
- Style: Raised Ranch
- Baths: 2 (Full: 2 3/4: 0 1/2: 0 Other: 0)
- Parking Type Description: Attached 1 car
- Total Square Footage: 1,872 ($87.61 per sq. foot)
- Lot Area: 2.17
- County: Warren
- Body of Water: None
- Year Built: 1990
- Status: Active with Contingency
- New Construction: No
- Above Ground Sq. Feet: 1,248
- Lot Size: 275x350
- High School: North Warren Central School
Appliances Included Dishwasher, Dryer, Microwave, Refrigerator, Stove - Electric, Washer
Attic Storage Only
Attic Access Crawl Opening
Basement Exterior Entry, Finished - Partial, Full, Heated, Interior Entry, Walk Out, Woodstove, Work Shop
Cooling Type None
Dining Features Dining Area
Documents Deed, Other - See Remarks, Topo Map
Exterior Feature Deck, Fence, LP Tank Leased, Porch, Screened Porch, Stone Drive, Underground Utilities
Exterior Finish Vinyl Siding
Flooring Carpet, Ceramic Tile, Laminate, Tile, Vinyl
Garage Attached 1 Car, Garage Door Opener
Green Fields Energy Star Appliances, Sun Space
Heat Distribution Baseboard, Pellet Stove, Wood Stove
Heat System Fuel Pellet, Propane, Wood
Interior Features 1st Floor Master, Blinds, Dry Wall, Dryer Connection, Internet - Cable, Smoke Alarm, Washer Connection
Kitchen Features Breakfast Bar, Modern, Pantry
Land Features Garden Space, Gently Rolling, Landscaped, Road Frontage
Other Amps - 200, Main Road Frontage - 275.00
Possession Other - See Remarks
Roof Composition Shingle
Sewer Septic Tank/Leach Field
Style Raised Ranch
To Be Built No
Water Well Drilled
Water Heater Propane
Waterfront No Waterfront
Zoning Adirondack Park Agency
Family Room B Could be used as bed
Utility Room B
Bedroom 2 1
Bedroom 3 1
Dining Room 1
Kitchen 1
Laundry Room 1 Laundry in hallway
Living Room 1
Master Bedroom 1
Other Room 1 1 Large breezeway
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Gordon Brown said some of the right things yesterday.
To Labour activists in Bristol, he spoke of the dramatic changes in the world economy, and tried to focus on preparing for the future. He talked of how a greener economy is necessary both in itself and as a means to help the British and world economies out of recession. He is right that we should be planning for a "low-carbon recovery", both to reduce climate change and to promote new, green jobs. There is a little serendipity – a word that President Barack Obama uses – in that green technologies tend to be more labour-intensive than the brown technologies that they replace.
So Mr Brown is to be commended on his words: "When some people say this is the wrong time to pursue a low-carbon future, I say this is the best of all times to pursue this change."
So that is agreed, then. The recession is both a challenge and an opportunity. What Mr Brown wants is a green, high-employment economy. President Obama wants it too. So does the United Nations, which came up with the slogan of a "Green New Deal". Most other world leaders pay lip service to the idea, with varying degrees of conviction. This week, Mr Brown goes to Washington to talk to Mr Obama about how they might co-ordinate the global fiscal stimulus and its green component, as they prepare for the G20 summit in London next month. The Prime Minister also has the privilege of the podium at a joint session of Congress from which to make his important case.
No doubt the words will be right and admirable. But, as we report today, Mr Brown's actions have so far fallen disappointingly short. His aspiration to "lead the world in building the low-carbon society" is sadly not credible.
The most striking evidence that the Prime Minister is brown rather than green was his Cabinet's decision in January to give the go-ahead to a third runway at Heathrow. Of course, there is a so-called business case for expansion, and Ed Miliband, the Climate Change Secretary, secured important environmental safeguards. But if this government means it when it says that climate change is so important, it cannot increase the capacity of British airports.
Nor is Heathrow a one-off, a special exception to the rule that carbon dioxide emissions from all sectors need to be sharply reduced. As Geoffrey Lean, our environment editor, reports on page four, an HSBC study of anti-recession policies worldwide finds that Britain's stimulus package is one of the least green. Leaving aside the piquancy of a bank lecturing the Prime Minister on the right thing to do, the study is a comprehensive survey and an authoritative rebuke to Mr Brown. Of course, HSBC is no pressure group. Its directors are not (or not all of them) idealistic environmentalists. They are hard-headed bankers who managed to avoid the kind of mistakes that put Sir Fred Goodwin in the public stocks, and who want to understand the business opportunities of the future. They know that green business could be good business. That is why their findings are so damning for Mr Brown.
By HSBC's calculation, China is spending most on green projects, with Mr Obama's budget following close behind. As a proportion of its fiscal stimulus, South Korea is the most green, with 80 per cent devoted to spending that is intended to cut climate-changing emissions. Britain's contribution is trivial, whether measured in cash terms or as a proportion of the stimulus package.
Mr Brown now has perhaps a last chance to re-make his reputation. What he says this week is not the issue. We are sure that he will say the right things and deliver the words with the right tone of serious moral purpose. What matters is the decisions he takes – or fails to take – to give them meaning. The gap between green words and deeds in his 20 months as Prime Minister so far has yawned widely. The vast sums of public money mobilised to alleviate the recession provide a chance for Mr Brown to start to close the green gap.
Indeed, the crises of climate change and recession come together and require the same solution: a global green stimulus. Mr Brown has shown "a new kind of public leadership", in the words of Labour's policy document, on the need for a global stimulus. But in his case the green part looks like an afterthought, tacked on for presentational purposes. This has the makings of a terrible missed opportunity. As HSBC's interest testifies, energy conservation, renewable energy and low-carbon technology are a huge growth area for the future. Britain has already missed the start of the race. Mr Brown must make sure we catch up, and fast.
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J.M.W. Turner
The Met celebrates a British master of light and water.
Tue Jul 29 2008
Photograph: Courtesy of the Metropolitan Museum of Art; Collection of the National Gallery, Washington D.C.
Even in a century notable for heroic output, J.M.W. Turner (1775–1851) stood tall. At his death, his studio contained some 300 paintings and a mind-boggling 19,000 studies on paper, and this exhibition—incredibly, the first ever Turner retrospective in America—necessarily covers a great deal of ground. Organized jointly by the National Gallery of Art, the Dallas Museum of Art and the Met, in association with the Tate Gallery in London, it comprises some 140 works, and builds slowly from Turner's first topographical watercolors to his last atmospheric canvases. The show is both nerve-racking and thrilling: As presented here, Turner's career resembles nothing so much as a massive storm seen from space, gathering speed and ferocity as it rages toward the unwelcoming shores of early Victorian Britain.
Turner's earliest works were watercolors, which he first showed at the Royal Academy in 1790 at age 15. Watercolor remained an important medium for the artist, and the exhibition includes stunning examples ranging from the detailed to the minimal to the nearly abstract. Turner soon taught himself to paint in oils, however, and his "tinted drawings" of picturesque ruins were quickly succeeded by canvases featuring storm-tossed sailors, Alpine ravines and scenes of river life (especially pleasurable is a pair of 1805 oil sketches of the Thames, painted, unusually for Turner, en plein air). The early years of the 19th century find him alternating between thunderous historical narratives and more quotidian subjects, from London (1809)—limned as a growing metropolis shimmering under a faint haze of smog—to Snow Storm: Hannibal and His Army Crossing the Alps (1812), which presages Turner's later work. Inspired by Edmund Burke's writings on the sublime, Hannibal mimics Turner's 1797 watercolor of the choir of Salisbury Cathedral (not included in this leg of the show). Instead of medieval church architecture, however, Turner offers mile-high pillars of black cloud flanking a glowing vault of filtered yellow light. Set high in the composition, where a rose window might be, is a dirty ochre sun, with tiny figures of soldiers crawling beneath it like penitents.
For today's viewers, who look at Turner through the lens of modern art, it's difficult to imagine the controversy surrounding his work when it first appeared; as early as 1802, it was deemed "too indeterminate and wild," as one review at the time put it. Painterliness per se wasn't the problem—in fact, it was a hallmark of British art of the era—but Turner had also begun to leave a distressing amount to the viewer's imagination. By the 1820s, contours were being subsumed by color: in Mortlake Terrace (1827) by a lambent yellow glow; in Regulus (1828) by a sizzling white glare. Even more unsettling, nothing in Turner's paintings seems to stay still. Having mastered not only the colors and textures of nature's surfaces, but also the appearance of her most spectacular and ephemeral effects—sun behind clouds, wind on water, water in sunlight—Turner increasingly painted flux rather than form. To his more conservative critics, witnessing England's advancing urbanization and industrialization, as well as the emergence of unsettling new political and social theories, Turner's celebrations of transience may have well been discomfiting.
The second half of the show is sheer sensory overload. For much of the 1830s, Turner effortlessly juggled styles: Rotterdam Ferry Boat (1833) represents the culmination of his efforts in the mode of 17th-century Dutch marine painting; Keelmen Heaving in Coals by Moonlight (1835) is a harsh industrial scene rendered in the manner of Claude Lorraine (who was a lifelong hero). A pair of sparkling, Canaletto-like views of Venice from the early 1830s are unabashed eye candy; Staffa, Fingal's Cave (1832), its subject a steamship rounding a craggy Scottish island in a storm, represents Turner's mature style, in which impressionistic skeins and washes of color are overlaid with expressionist passages of impasto paint.
Light and water increasingly became Turner's great metaphors, and in his last works, many unfinished, the world is reduced to these two elemental forces. In paintings such as Snowstorm-Steamboat Off a Harbour's Mouth (1842), the distinctions between atmosphere and solid matter, past and present, simply vanish. After Turner's death, John Ruskin, his most enthusiastic supporter, would refer to him as "faithless," perhaps belatedly recognizing the notion of change without progress implicit in these later works. Some of these paintings—in particular, Peace-Burial at Sea (1842)—appear startlingly contemporary. And if, in their emphasis on uncertainty, contingency and temporality, they reflect views more widely accepted at the beginning of the 21st century than the beginning of the 19th, they still look radical.


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Witnessing Lynching: American Writers Respond
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Oktober 2003
BeschreibungWitnessing Lynching: American Writers Respond is the first anthology to bring together poetry, essays, drama, and fiction from the height of the lynching era (1889-1935). During this time, the torture of a black person drew thousands of local onlookers and was replayed throughout the nation in lurid newspaper reports. The selections gathered here represent the courageous efforts of American writers to witness the trauma of lynching and to expose the truth about this uniquely American atrocity. Included are well-known authors and activists such as Frederick Douglass, W.E.B. Du Bois, Langston Hughes, Ida B. Wells, and Theodore Dreiser, as well as many others. These writers respond to lynching in many different ways, using literature to protest and educate, to create a space of mourning in which to commemorate and rehumanize the dead, and as a cathartic release for personal and collective trauma. Their words provide today's reader with a chance to witness lynching and better understand the current state of race relations in America. An introduction by Anne P. Rice offers a broad historical and thematic framework to ground the selections.
Untertitel: New. Sprache: Englisch.
Verlag: RUTGERS UNIV PR
Erscheinungsdatum: Oktober 2003
Seitenanzahl: 336 Seiten
Format: gebunden


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Berry Bush
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Berry Bushes are Plants commonly found in Grasslands and occasionally Forests. They can be harvested to receive 1 Berries, after which they will need from 3 to 5 days to regrow (Rain will reduce this time). Berry Bushes can be dug up with a Shovel and replanted in a new location. Doing this will require the bush to be fertilized before it will regrow any new Berries. If the player tries to dig up a Berry Bush without fertilizing it, it will result in 2 Twigs and the bush's destruction.
Berry Bushes can't be planted on Checkerboard Flooring, Wooden Flooring, Cobblestones, Carpeted Flooring, Rocky Turf, Sandy Turf, and Cave Rock Turf, unless it has been planted before these turf were placed.
Replanted Berry Bushes will only produce Berries for 4 to 5 harvests, after which they will require additional fertilizer. As the plant gets closer to this point, it will begin to show fewer berries in its branches. When it can no longer be harvested, it will again resemble an unfertilized bush. Picking Berries from a Berry Bush before enough are shown will also cause the bush to become dry and require fertilization.
Berry Bushes are highly flammable and can be used as fuel in Campfires and Fire Pits. When burned on the ground, they will leave behind 1 Ashes. Because they burn easily, Berry Bushes planted close together are very susceptible to Lightning strikes. This can be prevented by building a Lightning Rod to draw the lightning.
Berry Bushes will not produce Berries in Winter, although any Berries left unpicked can be harvested during that time.
There are two distinct varieties of Berry Bushes, which stack separately. The "leafy" variety cannot be used to make Bush Hats. Snow will not fall on this variant. Other than this however, they function exactly the same.
Gobblers consume Berries from bushes very quickly and can clean off multiple Bushes rapidly if not stopped.
Downloadable ContentEdit
In the Reign of Giants (RoG) and Shipwrecked (SW) DLCs, Berry Bushes will turn into Withered Berry Bushes during Summer and Dry Season. In this condition, Berry Bushes are unharvestable for their Berries and will yield 2 Twigs if dug up. A way of curing or preventing these from withering is to simply apply fertilizers or build an Ice Flingomatic nearby.
In SW, Berry Bushes will spawn Snakes instead of Gobblers. Only the three leaf variation of the plant is available, therefore Bush Hat is not craftable. Berry Bushes are only found in the Jungle biome, and most Jungles have a small number of them available, making Berry Bushes rarer. However, there are islands with a large Jungles, which typically surrounds a Marsh biome, that contain high concentrations of Berry Bushes. Using the Slot Machine has a chance to spawn a Berry Bush item and 3 Berries, making the plant renewable.
Don't Starve TogetherEdit
In Don't Starve Together, Berry Bushes are among the resources which can become Diseased. No cure is known at the time, but when such a case happens, berries shall be harvested from Juicy Berry Bushes (Which will supply Juicy Berries instead of normal berries, and restore more), until the Juicy Berry Bushes' time passes.
Diseased bushes are a source of Rot instead of berries.
Tips Edit
- Given that a character with default hunger modifier needs 75 points of hunger per day, one would need 30 Berry Bushes to be totally self-sufficient during Summer (assuming the timely harvesting and cooking of Berries).
- Allowing Roasted Berries to become Rot on the ground can be a quick source of fertilizer to renew the bushes themselves.
- Berry Bushes can be transplanted to grow within the Ruins, making them an excellent food source.
- Planting Berry Bushes near one's base can make harvesting faster and less time-consuming.
- Withered Berry Bushes share the same model as the Barren Berry Bushes.
- Though the fruit harvested is edible, Wickerbottom states that the plant is an Ardisia crenata, aka the Christmas Berry, which (while unconfirmed) is suspected to be poisonous to pets, livestock and/or humans.
- If a Gobbler jumps out of or into a barren Bush, the Bush will appear fertilized. Hovering over the Bush with Manure will display the "Fertilize" prompt. Upon reloading the world, it will become withered. These visually glitched Bushes do not grow Berries.
- If a Gobbler jumps into a Berry Bush at dawn, the Berries will disappear because the Gobbler presumably ate them, but Berries can still be picked by hovering the mouse over them.


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Faith (Dark Souls III)
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Faith is a stat in Dark Souls III that increases attack damage with faith based weapons and catalysts as well as increased damage output with spells such as miracles and pyromancies.
Faith increases damage done by weapons and catalysts with a scaling mechanic. A letter denoting a weapons specific scaling properties is noted beneath the weapon's required faith stat. The letters range in order of effectiveness from E, D, C, B, A, and S.
Weapons and catalysts with an E rating for scaling will receive a poor benefit from investment in faith while weapons with an S rating receive the greatest benefit.
Note: the term Catalyst refers to any medium used to cast spells.
As is with every other stat in the game, it also has indirect bonuses such as increasing the player characters flat damage absorption.


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Award winning guitarist David Galvez has performed as a soloist with renowned Symphonic Orchestras and as solo concertist in several countries and prestigious venues. Mr. Galvez has recorded with such artists as Juan Diego Florez, the Fortworth Symphony Orchestra among others and has won top awards in several international guitar competitions. Mr. Galvez musical arrangements, exclusively published...
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Earth's Pain Book I
A troubled Electronics Engineer ends up in the middle of an alien surveillance mission only to discover they are here to watch the end of the world.
Chapter 1 - Camping
What a life I've lived, what a life I've hated. Same thing everyday day - work on this, fix that. I loved electronics and engineering but, this same place, same thing is getting to me, I need a vacation! I need to get away from everything - especially the news and newspapers. Does anything good ever happen anymore? Everything nowadays is death related - who killed who, who tortured and raped who. Heck, there were over 3,000 murders and 10,000 rapes in California alone last year, who knows how many other offenses. Then there is the war we supposedly just won, well you couldn't tell with all the military around. I think someone would like this war to last forever, someone in charge definitely seems happy about it. Yep that's it! I'm going on vacation, so I arranged my vacation time with my boss and then this weekend I was gone.
I decided to go camping up near Fawnskin Valley outside of Big Bear; I figured it would be nice and quiet. I loaded up my gas hog of an SUV Friday night and loaded my Toy Hauler as well. I figured I might get in a bit of riding time as I had planned to stay for the entire two weeks I had off. I loaded enough supplies for a month; this trailer could hold everything in the house almost. I purchased the dumb thing a little more than a year ago and this is only the second time I have used it, what a waste! But it was home away from home, that was for sure.
I headed out the next morning after loading my Springfield M1A, My Bushmaster and my Glock into the back of the truck; yep, I never leave home without them. I also rounded up my two mutts - I was sure they wanted to go. It was a very nice drive; there was even a little snow in some places.
I made my way through Big Bear stopping for breakfast, and what a breakfast it was! It has been far too long since I have been away; people also seemed much nicer in the smaller towns. After breakfast I headed for the campground and was about half way to the campground when I pulled over for some distressed campers.
"Hi folks, need help?" I said.
"Yes please. We had a blowout on the trailer and it seems my better half didn't notice the jack was missing," she said.
There was a guy and another girl standing back at the trailer, the guy had a frown on his face. I was sure he was not happy with his wife, the other girl didn't seem too happy with either of them.
"Sure I have a jack, I'll get it and see what we can do," I said.
So I grabbed my jack and we raised the trailer, during that time we were all introduced. There was Jack and Melissa Rogers. Then there was Patricia who was a friend of Melissa's. Apparently they all decided to go camping and have some fun, but I could tell Patricia didn't want to be here. We finished up with the trailer and left for the campground. As it turned out they were camping at a campground less than a mile from mine. I arrived at my campsite just after lunch so the first thing I did was pull out my BBQ and start it up. Then I went about setting up camp. They didn't have electricity here but they did have well water, so I set up my battery unit and set up the solar cells on the trailer, which would handle my lighting needs. Then I returned to the grill to make hamburgers, even warmed up a can of chili. I sat down and had my first relaxing meal in a long time, thankful I didn't bother to bring my cell phone.
I did spend the rest of the day reading; luckily I have a good selection of books on my laptop. A good book always seems to help me relax.
That evening I started a campfire and just relaxed on the lounger but when it started to get a bit cold around 11:00 I went in and got some sleep.
The next morning I woke up and whipped up some oatmeal, yeah, I know - but I like it. I added all the toppings and sat down outside to eat. I was just eating and waving to a few early morning hikers, when I decided to go for a walk myself. Surprisingly there were quite a few people on the trail this early, all of us getting an early start I guess. I walked a few miles then turned and headed home.
After cleaning up from breakfast, I sat down to continue to read. It was a few hours later I noticed a girl walking up the path alone, yep it was Patricia.
"Good morning, Patricia" I yelled.
She walked over to me, smiled, then looked around. I jumped up and grabbed a folding chair from inside and set it out for her. I offered her something to drink and she asked for a coke. I sat back down and just looked at her.
"Rough night?" I said smiling.
She scowled at me and said "Let's just say I was not interested".
"Yep I could tell by looking at you yesterday. Why did you come along with them in the first place?" I asked.
"Melissa is my friend or was anyway, I had no idea what they had on their minds. I just wanted some fun time camping, it's been a long time," she said.
"Sorry about your friend, it seemed obvious what they had planned when I ran into you yesterday. I could tell then you weren't too happy. So - on to more interesting things. Tell me about you," I said.
"Well let's see?. I'm a student, currently studying Cybercrime. I'm 23 years old, very single and I love dogs, just like the 2 you have," she said.
"Well I'm sure they love you, all it takes is a little attention, their names are Levi & Butch, and Butch is the white one."
She played with the dogs for a bit and I decided I should start lunch; steak would be nice since I had company.
"I hope you like steak," I yelled to her.
"Oh sure I do but I'm not real hungry."
"Oh well, I already put one on the grill, you can share with the dogs if you want," I said laughing.
I cooked up the steaks on the grill and some steak fries in the oven. We sat for the better part of an hour just enjoying our meal and chatting. Patricia seemed like a nice gal, she was going to school and taking classes with the sole interest of helping humanity. I had learned that her parents were killed by a drunk driver last year and the driver actually got off with less than a year in jail.
We had great fun that day but eventually the time came and she went back to her so-called friends.
I made dinner late; it was just some leftover steak, because I didn't feel like cooking again.
I jumped in bed and dozed off reading a book.
The next morning I was up with the sun, I decided to take a walk before breakfast. I walked out of the trailer and noticed a sleeping bag on my lounger outside. I walked over and looked, it was Patricia. Oh great, I thought! I wonder what happened when she got home. I decided to go back in and start on breakfast. I cooked up some bacon and eggs and some sausage, and set up the outside table. I brewed up some coffee and took a cup over to Patricia; I waved the cup under nose until she came around.
"You could have knocked, there is an extra bed inside," I said.
"Sorry, I didn't want to bother you and I couldn't stay with them," she replied.
"Don't be sorry. I don't mind the company, you'll always be welcome."
She got up and ran inside to use the bathroom, she came back out and I directed her to the table and her coffee. We started on our breakfast and chatted a bit. Apparently, she had no interest in talking to her friend Melissa again. Oh, she is going to need a place to stay until she can get a ride home, but I knew she wouldn't ask.
"Ok like I said, I have an extra bed it's all yours if you want it, you can stay as long as you like. No arguments, no worries, I don't mind!" I said.
We went for a hike that day and I admit I had more than my share of fun, especially when I picked up a moping Patricia and jumped into the lake. She had some fun after that and lost her sad look. After hiking for what seemed forever we headed back home. I cooked up some mini pizzas for dinner and we slipped off to sleep.
Sped sat in the briefing room listening to the briefing, they had decided without his consent to abandon him on a planet just to observe primitives. How can they do this, it is such a waste of his abilities.
The planetary observation group known as POG was currently sitting in orbit around a planet the inhabitants called earth. They had taken an interest in the planet's population that was slowly destroying itself. It had been decided to place an observation station on the planet to monitor its demise. It had also been decided to leave Sped at the observation station to carry out the rest of his 500 year contract.
"This can't happen I will not allow it!" Sped thought to himself.
The briefing was over and the plans were in motion, Sped was in the observation room checking the area chosen for the observation post. The location seemed fine for the post; it was to be buried deep in the ground of a place called Big Bear. He had detected four life forms in the area above where the planned project site was, but they were in no danger. "They will not even know what is happening below them," he thought to himself. "Unless there was an accident!" he added. He decided just then that if there was an accident they would need to re-think their plan and he might be off the hook. He adjusted the parameters of the construction just slightly. "That should do it," he thought.
It was only a few hours later during the construction that an alarm sounded.
"What happened?" Sped said as he ran into the control room.
"There was a small cave in on the observation post; it came down all the way from the surface."
"Has anyone noticed the activity?" Sped asked.
"The four life forms that were on the surface were caught in the cave in. The computer transported them to the medical bay, they are alive and are being treated by the computer; they are also being kept sedated."
It was not long until all of the staff members were up and at their posts working over information on what had happened. In the end they found it to be a computer error and went on with construction, Sped was not very happy. He needed another idea; he was not going to that planet.
Another briefing session was called and POG discussed the presence of the two humanoids and the two animals. The genetic repairs that had been done to them by the computer left them only 70% human. They discussed what would happen if the planets population found these two and what they were, how that would affect the planets future. That was not something they could allow, the planet had to progress naturally. The only option would be to take them with them they thought. It was then the idea came to Sped.
"What if we put them in charge of the monitoring outpost and secure it so they cannot leave the facility?" Sped asked.
"Are you serious?" Commander Fezip said.
"Yes certainly, who better to monitor humans than humans? Think about it - the computer can teach them while they are at the facility and they can send us the results of the monitoring," Sped said.
"What makes you think these humans will agree?" Commander Fezip asked.
"I think I can convince them, just give me a chance," he asked.
"Fine you have two days to talk to the humans," Commander Fezip replied.


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