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I wrote this a while back now on a complete whim. Inspiration struck me full force, and before I knew what I was doing, I had a page worth of writing.
I couldn't help it, I suppose. It's no secret that Erik/The Phantom is a character that fascinates me greatly. I see so many quirks in him, so many things that set him apart and make him truly unique, and I suppose that is what draws me towards him. When I wrote this, I knew only that I wanted to try and step into this hard-to-embody character's and write from his point of view. It sounded like a fun challenge ;P
So, this fic is mostly a characterisation test. As it's written in the perspective of the Phantom, a lot of it holds rather strange thought patterns and over-reactions, because that's exactly how I saw him. I wanted not only to present a good representation of him but embody his voice, meaning the writing is highly stylised as well. Unfortunately, my knowledge of the era in which Phantom of the Opera is set is not particularly good, so it's written in a rather more modern style (originally, it was supposed to be Leroux style. It didn't work.) and may contain some historical inaccuracies. If there are any in there, please tell me and I'll change it quickly XD
This fanfic is based purely off of ALW's musical. I have seen the film and read the original novel, but they both present very different Phantom's/Eriks to the one I envisioned when I watched the musical on stage. I have not read Kay or many other fanfics either, so this was essentially a new characterisation of Erik (I have no idea what the general personality he is given here o-o). Regrettably, due to the fact that I do not have extensive knowledge of the Palais Garnier (despite actually visiting it), I've had to rely on some of the movie settings to present an 'entire' Opera House. However, where possible, I'll be using the real life Opera House as inspiration for the setting.
Anyway, I'm sure I've scared a lot of you away already with that drabble, awful habit I have there o_o. Now I'll let you get on. Enjoy the fic :)
An apprehensive but comfortable darkness came over the opera house as a evening performance began. The chandelier cast a haunting glow over the illustrated ceiling. The light touched the paintings softly, illuminating the pretty artwork upon the ceiling. Its intensity was purposely gentle so it did not disturb the audience below.
There was a tangible feeling of raw anticipation in the air this night, as there is most nights. Few men have the patience or the love for music to sample the melodies and stories this place performs day after day, as I do. I can only gather a trip here is a rare excitement in most people's dull lives. That is understandable, I suppose. In the atmosphere of this place, you can lose yourself. The songs can penetrate right into your soul, making you lose all sense of reality as you are swept along by the lyrics and tune of a great opera. It is like you are barely living, yet living more than usual at the same time. Your body does not exist; all that exists is the enlightenment your entire being feels as a voice, as pure as the sun, caresses you gently.
At least, that is what often happens when you listen to a well-composed and superbly sung opera. Sadly, this is a rare thing at present. After all, that evening the prima donna was Carlotta, the talentless soprano.
Like every man who takes in an occasional opera here, the audience's ears are not attuned to the subtle tones and vocal flexibility that make a singer truly grand, nor are they aware of how much effect this can have on the opera. They are fed drivel, becoming increasingly tone-deaf as they consume songs sung by the amateur and incapable. They see only the mediocre so believe the mediocre is stunning. They only see what Monsieur Lefèvre deems brilliant, and what musical ear does a manager have? None. I, on the other hand, appreciate genius, and I know that this female performer has none.
I sat for a mere moment, enjoying the opening notes of an opera I had heard hundreds of times, before turning away from the performance as soon as Carlotta's voice spoiled the music. I pitied the poor fools down in the audience, who clearly had had to pay the full fee to see such a ghastly woman sing.
I left my seat in box five, my movements rapid but as subtle as a change in the wind. My footsteps were silent, my form making as much noise as a shadow as I passed smoothly across the marble floors. Not even the curtains rustled as I exited my reserved stall. My passage was no louder than, dare I say, that of a… ghost?
Never would the pitiful little dancers, who uttered my stage name with such reverence and fear, realise how accurate their usual nickname for me was. 'The Phantom' is an incredibly appropriate name. When it was first used it felt so natural to my ears it almost felt like part of me. Even before I took that persona, I was a ghost, even as a mere infant. My mother was so terrified of my appearance; she hid me from the world. My birth name was one that was spoken with curiosity by many a man who knew of me. Yes, they never knew me. They knew of me. I lurked in the shadows of existence, no one knew me. Not even my mother. My name was a quiet and mysterious thing to all who heard it. It never spoken with certainty, it was like a whisper… an echo… I was always dead.
My existence is that of a ghost's. As a child, living on the fringes of the norm, I was more dead then alive. I became the ghost everyone wanted me to be. I was rarely seen, never heard. I simply became a shadow, someone without light lurking in the corner. My face is the sins of humanity in the flesh. I live my death in eternal hell to repay my debts. What more of life can I expect?
I was a pitifully weak child. So fragile, my tears were spent like a rich man's fortune. So feeble a mind. Like a rat. I tried to claw my way out of darkness and into the light. I begged for that elusive emotion, love… I pleaded for it with my every action. So distasteful… I was working towards a figment of my imagination. Love doesn't exist, not for any man, especially not for loathsome beings such as I. I earned no sympathy, only unkind glances, words of scorn. I learnt that affection would never be bestowed upon me, so I would no longer give my own. Yet, in this I found a power much stronger than so-called 'love'.
I live beyond emotion, a fearless demon that demands respect from all who knows his name. I learnt to love the feelings of fear I invoked within all, I embraced the hate.
Ghosts may be as tangible as a whisper on the wind but they can be more fearsome than a nightmare. That is what I became, a fearsome dream that is reality. Men are nothing more than spineless fops. They know nothing of hardship, it makes them weak. But where their courage fails them, mine succeeds. I am not human, they all fear me and I fear nothing. I am stronger; I can make them do anything I wish. Their terror makes them vulnerable, they become my puppets at the sign of my wrath. I live as a ghost. It makes me powerful, it teaches them not to mess with death. I am not to be disobeyed.
So, indeed, I am a ghost.
I crept silently down the corridors, making my way down multiple stairways to the ground floor, the soft sound of my movements masked by the sounds of the opera reverberating throughout the building. However, my route was interrupted. A little way away, a man was making their way down the corridor towards me, I would be within his sights in seconds. I knew within moments that my normal entrance to my lair was not an option if I wished my presence to remain a secret. My passage was swift, I darted to the right, allowing the man no more than a glimpse of my form in the corner of his eyes before I disappeared into a the walls of the theatre.
The walls welcomed me with open arms, a passage unknown to all but I greeted me with pleasant darkness. Though I have travelled far and wide, the opera house is the only part of this world that truly embraces my darkness, my voice and my soul. Though places like these, beyond human eyes and a façade of elegance, are dank and cold, they hold their own charm. One might argue they are unpleasant and unwelcoming, but this is a hasty deduction and conceited view. Here, you can be whatever you are. It is a world touched not by human vanity, the walls look not at you with shame, they cherish you, whether you be monster or man.
It is my place, a place of mystery and music combined.
I wandered down the space between the outer wall of the opera house and the inner wall, brushing spider webs out of my path. I knew precisely where I was, I could never be lost in my theatre, but I was in a corridor I had not used for some time. This corridor was much too narrow to be walked in comfortably so usually I opted for a slightly wider and more direct corridor. This one wound here and there somewhat, I would have to face an unpleasant detour if I wished to get anywhere near my lair.
Yet, it was not the time the journey would take that I found troubling, it was the thought of where the indirect route would take me. The chapel. That place of religion unsettles me greatly; it has an aura of mystery and light that puts me ill at ease. I am the embodiment of sin; such a godly place is not for my eyes or ears. I avoid that place at all costs.
I pressed onwards, casting my discomfort away as I focused on only the journey ahead. Managing to keep my breath and pace steady throughout the journey, I only faltered when I was but metres away from the chapel. I had to stop, to pause. I am not one for fearing but even I cannot help but feel a slight cowardice as I approach such sacred places. The atmosphere around the outer wall of the chapel chilled my blood and made me shiver. The silence here felt wrong, it harassed my ears much more than Carlotta's vain attempts as singing.
But I refused to succumb to such childish emotions. I forced myself forward, trying to make as little noise as possible, feeling as if breaking such a silence was a sin.
Yet… as I moved forwards the silence did not remain. No… it faded, it succumbed to sound. As I moved forward, a voice rose in the darkness, making my heart lurch and breath catch in my throat.
From the first note, I was rapt. A voice, clear as the sun, spoke to me in the darkness. The words were simplistic and common, verse familiar and tune well known. It was not a feat of writing nor a breakthrough in composition. No, it was a simple song, a hymn sung by many. But it hardly mattered. The voice added a freshness to it, some indescribable quality that made me listen to it anew.
So soft, so gentle… the song penetrated the darkness in so tender a way that it was almost a caress. It was such a natural sound, it did not even disturb the air as the tune rose and fell. It surged smoothly through the air like a summer breeze.
But the wind held a distinct chill. It was a song of mourning, a song tinged with sorrow and death. The voice was so strong yet so broken, I could feel her soul in the words she sang. Though she lacked mastery over the notes, the clear voice held a passion and emotion I had never heard before. The girl, the angel, she had a gift.
I stumbled backwards, my hand reaching out to the crumbling wall.
The song… it touched me, calmed me, and lulled me into a state of bliss. As it rose and fell, I was carried with it. My mind and soul hung on every note. It did not think, it listened. My reality vanished; all that existed was the song. It was unlike any sound I had ever heard before…
Yet, I found myself despairing. Although a pure delight coursed through my veins, I felt a fear to equal it. No… it really was not like anything I'd heard before. This girl, with her song cracked by bitter sadness and verse disjointed by sobs, she did not set me free. She did not carry me away to a place beyond thought and feeling. Though it was great… it was too great. It reached into my heart and made it's mourning mine. It did not take me away from my harsh reality… it brought it all back to me.
I gasped, pain flooded through me as I collapsed to the floor. The song danced through my mind and into my dreaded memories and thoughts. It embraced me whilst cutting deep into my core. It showed me the world's cruelty and my own hurt, the anguish of loss, the lack of love and the despair of life. My own fears were shown to me, my own emotions set to ruining my soundness of mind. My confidence evaporated, my strength became weakness. My head fell to my hands, my mask falling to the floor.
I wept.
Silent sobs wracked my body as hers descended into further despair. This was not a song, it was a soul… and my soul was a part of this song. This song was a gift, a wonderful gift I couldn't quite understand… but it was a curse, a harsh curse.
Torment. My heart was being ripped from my body. I could feel her pain as if it was my own. Her calls for her father… my calls for love… they became one. I cried for her… I cried for me. Her voice stirred within me the despair and longing I hid from myself. The pain of life bore down upon me… it hurt me more than I could bear.
The pain was so great; I wanted to scream out in pain. The hurt overtook me, manifesting itself physically and making the place where my heart would lie hurt. I lost myself in a world of pain. Yet, the pain was just a distraction from my joy, and my love a distraction from my hurt. I was revived by the beauty of the voice, a feeling of tormented bliss awakening my soul from a deep sleep.
I felt an excitement and happiness I had not felt in years. An awe and peace silenced my heart… the tears became those of joy. This girl, whoever she was, knew my pain. She felt it as I had all my life. And her voice… it was divine. So beautiful, it tenderly soothed my pain and stopped my tears. Never before had I appreciated a song more than I had in that time. Although it had hurt me, it gave me faith.
It sung of another's hurt… another who felt pain just as I did. I was so overwhelmed, I cried for her and for me. Our tears were one, my mind hers. She was not alone. I was not alone. There was hope.
As I knelt, stunned, the song slowly ebbed away. I was thankful for the peace it left me with, yet tauntingly bereft of the joy it had taken from me. I was left with only emptiness, my entire being longed for the song… for the feelings I had felt. The pain… it had been strong but far inferior to the happiness and now, in the darkness that felt dark and hostile, I mourned for the song.
I was unprepared for the sickening lurch of my heart as the silence struck me. A strong feeling of desperate longing brought itself to the front of my mind, utter confusion. I had expected the lack of sound to soothe me, to comfort me and to allow me to recollect my thoughts… but instead I found it to be a harsh unyielding thing. It smothered me, the cold unfeeling darkness strangling all thoughts. The world took on a sinister undertone, no longer did this dank underworld seem a warm and inviting place… it was depressing and evil. I was lost in this swirling darkness, my demons, usually so well contained in the blackness of my heart, now flesh and dancing before my eyes. Taunting me. It was only my exhaustion that kept me from running like a madman. But, these shadowy creatures were truly a part of me. I could not outrun them, even if I tried.
I sat there for what seemed like hours before the blackness passed. My mind had emptied itself of thought; I was left as emotionless as always. I finally drew myself up, my entire body shivering with the effort. I cared not about the tears that stained my face. Retrieving my mask, I placed it upon my face and staggered onwards. I longed for the embrace of my lair. I hurried, my footsteps no longer subtle and silent but loud and uncertain. I felt as if I was wading through water. Moving was a difficulty, as if my mind could not grasp the feat of walking. I stumbled several times in my panicky haste, my urge turning to desperation as I felt the dark surroundings become increasingly oppressing and unforgiving.
Eventually, I spied the entrance of my lair, staggering towards it I collapsed onto the floor in the entrance to my home. Pain shot through my aching bones, but I was too drained and unwilling to move. Without a thought, my mind finally gave in to the silence and slipped into an uncomfortable sleep.
How was that? I live off of constructive criticism, so I will truly be glad for any you might give. I have already written a second chapter, and if I can inspire myself to do so, I shall be writing up until the musical starts (if not beyond). I hope you've enjoyed this chapter anyway :) Thanks for reading!


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1501 ROSE 29, La Crosse WI 54603-2292 Sold for $60,000 on 02/11/2016
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- Est. Square Footage: 802
- Garage Size: 1.0
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- Est. Year Built: 1977
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I do not own Godchild in anyway.
This is M rated yaoi (BxB) between Cain and Riff. You have been warned and I will not accept flames.
The servant hurried to his master's room, telling the maids and other servants to go back to bed. Tying the robe close, he entered the bedroom and went over to the bedside. "Milord?"
Cain sat in his bed, sheets pooled around his waist. He stared straight ahead of him. Blinking at the sound of the older man's voice, he turned slightly. "Riff?" Fully awoken from his trance now, he stared more directly at him. "What are you doing, barging into my room?" A small hint of annoyance mildly surfaced in his tone.
Riff bowed towards his young master. "Forgive me Milord, but you called in such a manner that I found it urgent to rush to your side."
He leaned back in his bed, supported up with one arm, clear blue eyes deep in thought. "I have no such memory." He lightly touched his forehead. A small pain throbbed at the front of his skull.
"Lord Cain, I would not lie to you. Several of the maids heard as well." The servant had begun to straighten at the uncertainty in his master's voice.
"I know you wouldn't. Go back to bed, I'm fine." Cain laid back down.
"As you wish." Riff exited the room, bowing before closing the door.
Maryweather twirled around in a full circle in front of her brother. "Do I look pretty in it?" She asked looking down at the velvet green skirt as it swayed with her movements.
"Mhm," He made a small hum. His blue eyes stared out the window. Grey clouds gathered scarcely out side against the blue sky. His chin rested upon his fist causing his head to lean in a sleepy manner. The image of a perfectly bored teen.
"Hey! You're not even looking at me!" She whined. She stomped over to him, crossed her little arms over her chest and stood with an air of demand.
Cain shifted his gaze to his darling little sister. She was putting on a good act, trying to make him believe she was truly mad, but he could see the pout beginning to form. So he turned in his chair, now facing her facing her fully. "Maryweather," He began. "If I didn't think you were going to look pretty in it, I wouldn't have bought it."
The little blonde sighed with a roll of her eyes. How typical of her brother. All annoyance gone from her mind, she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Thank you." She cuddled her head against his chest. "Oh…and big brother?"
"What?!" Maryweather let go of him and stepped back.
"You're not coming with me tonight. You're too young and more importantly, you have your studies to tend to." Cain leaned back in his chair.
"You're so unfair!!" Maryweather threw her arms up and stormed out.
The Earl sighed in momentary relief. His sister could be a pain at times. He resumed his stare out the window.
Last night had confused him deeply. Calling out to Riff for no apparent reason. He had no memories of the dream he was having last night, but his best theory was that it had merely been a nightmare. And in the state of panic it had brought him, he called out to the person he trusted most.
"Yes Milord?"
Cain snapped out of his thoughts. There before him stood him most loyal servant. Tall, silver hair, purple eyes, awaiting his orders. He ran his hand through his ebony hair. In the midst of thinking, he hadn't realized he had said Riff's name out loud.
"I apologize about last night." He recovered quickly. "I'm not sure what came over me."
Riff merely shook his head. "You never need a reason to call for me."
Cain bit the inside of his lip. Before he could reply, Riff spoke up again. "Are you ready to leave? The carriage is waiting."
"Yes, of course."
The small gray clouds that had been meandering about earlier had gathered that night and released their fury.
Cain groaned as he watched Riff fuss with one of the maids. "Forget it Riff." He finally called. "The entire suit's probably ruined."
Riff turned to him for a moment before sighing and sending the maid away to do what she could to save the expensive clothing. "Milord? Are you retiring for the evening?"
"I will soon." He looked the man up and down. The heavy rain had drenched the two in seconds. "Well don't just stand there. You're of no use to me if you get sick."
"My apologies." Riff bowed and left.
Cain had come home in a foul mood. Having to deal with the annoying people at the party, specifically, the girl the party was for, being rained on, and not being able to clear his head for the entire day all added to his frustration. But for the most part, it was the fact that even though he had explained it to himself and left no room for a new problem to appear, the previous night wouldn't leave his mind. He had thought about it all day. But nothing was to be discovered by it.
Nothing that Cain didn't already know.
Riff returned to the bedroom to find his master sitting rather comfortably in his favorite chair in front of the fireplace. He came to stand by him and noticed the-far-off-look in his eyes. "Lord Cain?"
He remained silent the towel around his waist was damp from the water it had collected. His obsidian hair hung in his face. And he sat still, deep in thought.
Worried for his master's health, Riff knelt in front of the teen. He brushed away Cain's bangs and pressed his palm to his forehead.
Bluish-gray eyes came to focus on purple ones. "Riff?"
"Master, are you unwell?"
"No, just thinking." Cain sighed. "I don't believe either one of us realize just how much I need you."
Riff's hand dropped down to take his hand. He brought it up gently and pressed his lips to Cain's knuckles. "It is I who needs you." He murmured. "Without you, I would have no meaning."
Cain leaned forward. "Lucky for you, that I won't let you leave." He ran his hand through the silver hair. "Ever."
"Then why do you worry how much or how little you need me?"
"Hm…I don't know."
Riff shook his head. "Do not worry yourself sick over something you already know the answer to." He stood, pulling his master up with him. "Milord, you're tired. May I suggest that you sleep till morning?"
As much as Cain really wanted to, he found himself shaking his head. "No, I have to find something out." He moved by Riff toward his bed. "If you sleep while your mind is busy trying to figure something out, you'll have a restless night." Cain said in his matter-of-fact way. He sat down gracefully, still only donning his towel, on the side of his bed.
"Like last night?" Riff followed. He hoped to help his master with whatever it was that needed to be figured out so the teen could finally rest.
"Yes," Cain watched Riff walk. "Just like last night." He realized Riff must've been tired. He had been worrying over Cain and it had exhausted him. When he had left to dry off, he had come back in a white button-down shirt and a pair of slacks. No belt or shoes, he was probably expecting to sleep soon. "I'm sorry, Riff. Go to sleep."
Riff shook his head. "How can I rest if I know you're unwell? Please, tell me what I can do to help."
He watched Riff's eyes. A sad look came into the purple orbs. "Riff…" Cain sighed. He pulled the older man to him by the arm and made him sit down beside him. Cain leaned against his shoulder, taking in the scent of his loyal servant. Riff wrapped a warm, protective arm around him and held him for several silent minutes.
He watched Cain's breath slow down into a steady beat his chest rising and falling in time. Thinking that he was asleep, Riff laid him down on the bed and began to slide off.
Cain reached out and took hold of Riff's sleeve. "I didn't say you could leave."
Riff's eyes widen in shock for a mere second. He stopped and closed his eyes. "Forgive me, Milord. I thought you were asleep."
Cain ran his hand up Riff's arm. "I forgive you. You're as tired as I am."
He cupped his servant's face gently. "Just stay a little while."
The older man leaned over his master. He still looked half-asleep to him, but he would not argue. Taking the teen's hand away from his face, he held it gently to his chest while his free hand ran through black hair. His master looked so innocent from this vantage point; one would never guess the daily schemes he saw through and the ones he did himself ever happened. Riff noticed Cain seemed to calm down a little more. He flattened his hand against his chest.
He opened his eyes fully suddenly. At first Riff was worried but then he saw the small smile that played across his lips. "I can't believe how long that took."
"And to think the answer has been in front of me this entire time." Cain gave a laugh as he sat up.
Riff, though mildly confused, was happy to see that his lord was in better sprits. He steadied Cain as he leaned against him. "Milord, maybe you shouldn't move so fast."
The teen brushed off the suggestion. He hugged the older man; his lips pressed against his neck. Even in such a situation, his heart beat was calm; the blood ran silently through his veins underneath Cain's lips. "I can be so dense sometimes." He murmured.
His servant shook his head lightly. "Milord, it pleases me to know you have found your answer and appear to be satisfied with it but you're confusing me."
Cain smirked. "So sorry Riff," He pulled himself upright and held Riff's face in his hands. "I hope you understand." Cain brought his face closer until their noses brushed.
"Milord?" Riff's whisper made it pass his lips just before Cain kissed him. His eyes widen in shock and he fell backwards on to the bed. By the time Cain pulled away, Riff had mildly pulled his composure back together. He placed his hands on Cain's chest and calmed down his breathing. His violet eyes blinked and he looked up at his lord. The teen leaned over him; running his hand through his silver hair.
He pushed Riff's hands away. "Riff," He leaned down and whispered into his servant's ear. "I need you too much. My soul needs you." He pressed his lips to the older man's temple.
"Milord, you already knew that. You said so earlier."
"I know. That's what makes me such an idiot. I just can't stop thinking about it."
"Then it would seem to me that I am hindering you more than assisting." Riff placed a hand on Cain's stomach and pushed him away.
Cain shook his head. "That's nonsense." He leaned down once again and kissed his servant. Riff's hands were pushed away again. Cain held his face in his hands; pulling him closer. He licked at Riff's lower lip, demanding for entrance.
The servant obeyed his master's every command. He moved his hands to the teen's back to pull him near instead of pushing him away. He protested when Cain tried to pull away, and for a few moments forgot his place.
Riff switched their positions; pushing Cain down into the bed. He plunged his tongue into Cain's mouth; exploring the hot wet cavern. He finally pulled away and stared down at him. Cain panted heavily underneath him. His violet eyes widened. "Milord! I'm sorry." He held Cain's cheek tenderly. "I just forgot…"
"Yourself?" Cain offered. He laughed at his servant's worry. "I'll forgive you." He pulled him down and kissed him. "But you must continue."
"Continue?" Riff blinked. "Milord, surely you don't mean…" He trailed off. He was in no position to argue with the demands of his master.
Cain waited. The bored, cocky expression came back to his face. He was sure Riff would get around to doing it. He had asked the man to do much worse things. He laced his fingers together behind Riff's head.
The servant sighed. There was no denying the teen what he wanted. He always managed to get it one way or another. "And then you shall forgive me?"
"I already have." Cain answered.
"I see." Riff looked down his master's body. In a way, he supposed, he could still say no. The act that Cain wanted him to carry out was done between lovers. And there was no doubt in his mind that he loved Cain, but like that? Why would Cain want him to do so? Curiosity played a role in it somewhere, he was sure. Did Cain really need him that much?
Riff lowered his mouth to Cain's. He should only be doing this because it was his master's wish. But his previous action contradicted that. He was gaining a personal pleasure out of this.
He had seen Cain naked countless times. But this situation, it was like looking at him in a whole new light. The towel that had once been so innocently draped over Cain had been pushed to the edge of the bed.
Riff's mouth explored almost every inch of Cain's skin. Watching his master writhe in pleasure, gasp and pant his name, made him feel something he shouldn't for the teen. Control. He had complete control of Cain's actions. If he kissed his shoulder, he would moan lightly; a nip at his collar bone made him arch his back.
Cain's logic and rational thought were blown. He couldn't have found the cookie jar thief at the moment if he had to. His hands pulled at Riff's shirt until it was eventually off and thrown to the side. He ran gentle finger tips across the rose-like burn on Riff's chest.
The servant stopped for a moment. How often had Cain let him touch his own scars? And the teen hadn't even known of that one. Riff watched him as he became fascinated with memorizing the pattern. He kissed the genius' temple; his hands threaded through the ebony hair.
"Riff…" It was a breathless moan. Said man began to kiss down Cain's chest, dipping his tongue into his navel as he past over it.
Very cautiously, Riff spread Cain's legs. He kissed a trail along his inner thigh. Cain gasped slightly, his muscles twitching under Riff's mouth. His hand reached out and grasped his master's manhood. Riff blushed lightly and stroked Cain.
The teen moaned and bucked his hips up. His servant held him down with his free hand. Riff leaned forward and placed a kiss on the head of his member. A soft moan was elicited from the back of his throat. Riff shivered at the sound. He licked the member from the slit down to the base and back up. He pulled all of Cain inside his mouth and sucked, working the base with his hand. Cain pulled at Riff's hair as he came moments later.
Riff pulled away swallowing. He wiped his mouth and stared down at the panting teen, his master. "…Lord Cain?" He leaned forward and kissed Cain.
Cain moaned into the kiss. His bruised lips were tender against Riff's. When Riff pulled away, Cain spoke. "You're not done, are you?"
"Of course not Milord. Not until you are satisfied." Riff sighed. Question was: how to continue from here? Riff thought for a moment. He stood and left to Cain's bathroom. He came back with a bottle lotion given to Cain by Maryweather. Not ever meant to be used for this purpose but he was thankful for it none the less. He returned back to his spot in between Cain's legs. The young Earl looked curiously at it. Riff popped it open and poured some on his hand, coating his fingers. He pulled Cain's hips up. He traced his entrance with a finger slowly before pushing it in.
Cain gasped and clutched at the sheets. He watched Riff through pained eyes; his breath became heavily labored the more Riff pushed in. A minute later a second one joined the first. Riff stretched Cain slowly and as gently as possible. He inserted the third finger and curled them inside Cain.
The teen saw white and screamed out. He wasn't sure what that was but it felt wonderful. He panted and watched Riff as he continued to pleasure him. When the older man thought he was ready he pulled his fingers out, earning a whimper from Cain, and undid his pants. He put more lotion on his own member and positioned himself at Cain's entrance.
"Milord, this will hurt, only for a moment, so just be patient, please."
Cain nodded hesitantly. He watched as Riff shifted himself and entered him. A silent scream ripped from his throat. Riff took his hand in his and squeezed it tightly. He waited before sliding farther in, inch by inch, till he was completely sheathed to the hilt. Leaning forward, Riff kissed Cain and stroked him hard again.
Cain calmed down eventually and nodded for Riff to continue. Riff kissed his temple. He pulled out slowly and thrusted back in. Cain moaned in pain and pleasure at Riff's slow and easy pace. After awhile Cain didn't hurt and closed his eyes, arching his back to the sensations.
Riff moved faster, moaning his master's name. He positioned himself to hit that spot in Cain that would make him see stars.
Cain screamed out and saw white. He felt Riff move inside him and loved it. His hands had moved to his servants back; now he clung to him like his life depended on it. His body couldn't take much more, and he came, his seed splattering Riff's stomach.
Riff followed soon after. He panted and kissed Cain again. "Master?" He ran a hand through Cain's hair. He pulled out of Cain.
"Riff…" Cain wrapped his arms around Riff's neck. "You…" He shook his head. "Do you love me?"
"Of course Milord." Riff fell next to him, pulling him close. "I'll love you even when you take us to hell."
Cain laughed. "I know, I'd apologize, but it's getting redundant."
"You should never have to apologize to me."
Cain rolled his eyes. "Just stay with me, forever…and then maybe it won't be so bad."
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The BirdsDirector: Alfred Hitchcock
Cast: Rod Taylor, Tippi Hedren, Jessica Tandy
The story begins as an innocuous romantic triangle involving wealthy, spoiled Melanie Daniels (Tippi Hedren), handsome Mitch Brenner (Rod Taylor), and schoolteacher Annie Hayworth (Suzanne Pleshette). The human story begins in a San Francisco pet shop and culminates at the home of Mitch's mother (Jessica Tandy) at Bodega Bay, where the characters' sense of security is slowly eroded by the curious behavior of the birds in the area. At first, it's no more than a sea gull swooping down and pecking at Melanie's head. Things take a truly ugly turn when hundreds of birds converge on a children's party. There is never an explanation as to why the birds have run amok, but once the onslaught begins, there's virtually no letup.
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Hitchcock's genius made a story about seemingly laughable killer birds into a chilling and effective piece of cinematic history. The story opens slowly with a peculiar girl going out of her way (literally) to flirt with a strange man. Soon she arrives in the tiny seaside town of Bodega Bay, CA (a real-life town that since the filming remains almost untouched by time. If you happen to be in North California it is worth a side trip. Many of the film's locations still stand.). Almost as soon as she gets there things slowly start going awry. A seagull crashes into her head. Farm chickens stop eating and birds fly into front doors and die. Soon enough they become agressive towards the townsfolk and everyone starts to panic. Fingers are pointed and some wonder if the arrival of this strange woman has anything to do with the unnatural events taking place. Could she have trigged an avian armageddon? As the birds become more violent and the body count rises the population boards themselves inside their houses and some let fear get the better of them. Some make plans to flee the town but passing radio reports tell of attacks on other small towns. The ending is creepy and ominous but would have been even more so if Hitchcock's budget would have allowed for the original ending shot: the Golden Gate Bridge completely covered with birds. This film is iconic for a reason. It stands the test of time and lives up to all the hype: A Hollywood Classic.
This was one of those films where your little hairs will definitely stand up on end! Grab a blanket and someone to cling onto because this is a very scary movie!
This film is exellent, it certainly goes up there with psycho, vertigo and strangers on a train. As with most of Hichcocks films the tension is expertly built up throughout the film. There is very little this film could get marked down on, but then again it is Hichcock.
Although some may see this as a movie whose sole purpose is to show the frightening effects of supposed bird attacks, I see this movie as also something else, an extended metaphor. I see the cage in which the lovebirds are kept as representing man's control over nature. However, as the rest of the movie shows, it is nature that has control over man. This is most powerfully shown in the movie's last scene when Mitch drives his mother, his sister, and Miss Daniels away amidst thousands of silent birds. The car, and other places of refuge like houses and telephone booths, represents the cage where man is kept by nature. And so, you can see this movie in two ways: a horror film or a horror film with an included metaphor.
I'll never look at a seagull without closing my eyes ever again!
One of the most striking features in "Psycho" is the recurrent bird imagery. Norman has stuffed birds hung up in his room, whose cruel eyes seem to follow his every move. In his very moving conversation with Marion, he says: "You know what I think? I think that we're all in our private traps . . . and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and claw, but only at the air, only at each other." It is almost as if Hitchcock were subconsciously preparing for his next film, "The Birds", in which, towards the end, the delirious heroine does literally try to scratch and claw at the air. Also, the characters have to erect their own cage to protect themselves from attack by birds, which have inexplicably declared war on the human race. "I have a phrase to myself," said Hitchcock, "I always say that logic is dull." "The Birds" is not an illogical film. It is an anti-logic film, in which the attempt to explain away the bird attacks by people like the sheriff in the Brenner home and the ornithologist in the café delays the process of acting responsibly and even costs lives. The narrative is full of enigmas. Why do the birds attack? What is the significance of the lovebirds, which Melanie Daniels (Tippi Hedren) has brought as a present for the kid sister of Mitch Brenner (Rod Taylor)? Is there a casual relationship between Melanie's arrival in Bodega Bay and the horror of what follows? By raising and refusing to answer these questions, Hitchcock ensures that the complacency of these characters has been completely undermined, which is one of the main themes of the film. "The Birds" is Hitchcock's most technically innovative film. The electrical effects on the soundtrack are superbly orchestrated, and the four hundred trick shots involving the birds move Hitchcock's cinema into the realm of special effects. (When asked by a lady journalist how he had managed to make birds act so well, Hitchcock replied, politely: "They were very well paid, ma'am.") In a way, "The Birds" is Hitchcock's closest film to Disney, a violent cartoon by which the fantasy creatures attack "real" people. It is also Hitchcock's most apocalyptic film, with an underlying exhortation to "Mend your ways, the end of the world may be nigh..." Unlike the opening forty minutes of Psycho", which screws the film's tension to its highest point, the opening of "The Birds" has sometimes been criticized for being slow and languid. But the opening encounter in the bird shop between Melanie and Mitch, whose surface antagonism conceals immediate attraction, is full of little ironies. The basic situation is one that the film will later reverse, to show the humans in their gilded cages and the birds on the outside looking in. What follows is equally important. Melanie follows Mitch to Bodega Bay with a present of lovebirds which is really a sort of practical joke. She encounters Mitch's former girlfriend, Annie (Suzanne Pleshette), and his mother (Jessica Tandy) whose edgy exchanges with Melanie imply a hostility that their civilized exterior hypocritically suppresses. Mitch and Melanie seem trapped in a game of surface and satirical sparring. The birds serve as an externalization if this inner tension. A story of lovebirds becomes a story of hatebirds, and what starts out as a peck on Melanie's head develops into a wholesale assault on her world. It is almost as if the birds come out of the sky in anger at human behavior, ripping apart the evasions, deceptions and snobbishness of these people and forcing them to discover a new sincerity and courage. A sequence in which Mitch and the sheriff argue about an invasion by sparrows of the Brenner home his visually dominated by the behavior of Mitch's mother, Mrs. Brenner. Her slow clearing up of the broken china seems both an attempt to piece normality together and an indication of he
The Birds is a great movie! it is a creepy film and will keep you up all night hearing the sounds of birds! i love this movie
In this Hitchcock classic, a high class woman (Tippi Hedren) meets a rough but good-looking guy named Mitch at a pet shop. To try and get to know him better (after a rough meeting in the store) she goes to his home town with the birds that he was looking for. After boating over to the home of his mother and dropping off the birds (as a suprise) she is suddenly hit in the head by a seagull. At first not much is thought of it, as she gets closer to Mitch and mets a former girlfriend of his and his distant mother. But soon the local birds are doing more odd things. Another gull slams into a door, gulls attack Mitch's little sister's birthday party, and Mitch's home is invaded by hundreds of sparrows. Then suddenly the nature of the attacks is discover by Mitch's mother, when she finds the dead body of a man. Now the town is in a war, man vs. nature. And our heros have nowhere to run to as they themselfs are under attack, in this unforgetable Hitchcock thriller!! Being a Hitch' film, the acting is great and so is the setting. Even by today's movies the effects are great and downright heart stoping! Great for all thriller and horror fans.
This is the best horrow movie I have ever seen better then Haloween.The movie is preety slow in the begging but the amazing suspence grows very very high.Just because in Psycho theres the shower sence doesn't make it better then Allfred Hitchcock's The Birds
This is a GREAT horror movie.But very scary.
Hitchcock is one of, if not, the best thriller moviemakers ever. There are two movies that have some major plotholes: The Birds, and Vertigo. But I'll talk about The Birds right now. For example: after the first major bird attack, @ the birthday party, why didn't they get out of there? Or, why would they think they are safe in the house when birds came flying through the fireplace? Or why would Mrs. Haywood or anyone else decide to let other people or themselves outside by the birds? Why didn't Tippi Hedren phone her newspaper dad right away after the first bird attacks? Why would she open the attic door if she already heard wings flapping? The ending wasn't great, either. Hitchcock's weakest film ever besides Vertigo. The Birds and Vertigo had their little moments, it's just that they didn't have enough of them.


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Stainless, International Stainless Steel Trade Fair, has been held at the Brno Exhibition Centre since 2009. It is a highly specialised show of stainless steel with strong international attendance both among exhibitors and visitors. With 80% international attendees of the total 150 this event is the most international in the Brno Exhibition Centre portfolio. Among visiting professionals of whom there are over a thousand this proportion is almost 40%.
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United States African American Research Societies
There are several African American societies and organizations that may have information of value to your genealogical research. You may find it helpful to join one of these societies to gain information and knowledge about the area your ancestor came from, as well as access to their publications.
Following are two important contacts:
- Afro-American Historical and Genealogical Society
P.O. Box 73086
Washington, D.C. 20056
Publications: Journal, AAHGS News
Internet: http://www.aahgs.org
- African American Genealogy Group
P.O. Box 1798
Philadelphia, PA 19105-1798
Telephone: 215-572-6063
Internet: http://www.libertynet.org/aagg/
External Links
- http://www.aawc.com/aao.html
- http://bbaaghs.org/
- http://www.rootsweb.com/~txbexar/aags.html
- http://www.afrigeneas.com/links/


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The health benefits of garlic and other organosulfur-containing foods are well recognized and have been attributed to both prooxidant and antioxidant activities. The effects of garlic are surprisingly similar to those of hydrogen sulfide (H2S), which is also known to be released from garlic under certain conditions. However, recent evidence suggests that polysulfides, not H2S, may be the actual mediator of physiological signaling. In this study, we monitored formation of H2S and polysulfides from garlic oil in buffer and in human embryonic kidney (HEK) 293 cells with fluorescent dyes, 7-azido-4-methylcoumarin and SSP4, respectively and redox activity with two redox indicators redox-sensitive green fluorescent protein (roGFP) and DCF. Our results show that H2S release from garlic oil in buffer requires other low-molecular-weight thiols, such as cysteine (Cys) or glutathione (GSH), whereas polysulfides are readily detected in garlic oil alone. Administration of garlic oil to cells rapidly increases intracellular polysulfide but has minimal effects on H2S unless Cys or GSH are also present in the extracellular medium. We also observed that garlic oil and diallyltrisulfide (DATS) potently oxidized roGFP in buffer but did not affect DCF. This appears to be a direct polysulfide-mediated oxidation that does not require a reactive oxygen species intermediate. Conversely, when applied to cells, garlic oil became a significant intracellular reductant independent of extracellular Cys or GSH. This suggests that intracellular metabolism and further processing of the sulfur moieties are necessary to confer antioxidant properties to garlic oil in vivo.
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Genre: Poetry
As I sit and wait I look around the room.
Leaflets on plaque and the cure,
What's the best toothbrush to buy?
How to take care of your gums
Lots of information
We really should already know!!!
Then I hear my name
I feel hackles up my back
"Please take a seat",
Now I feel really tense,
Looking at all the utensils
Are a very daunting sight,.
First of all the check
Then the dreaded diagnosis.
We need to take that tooth
"Oh! I sigh"
Another sign of getting old
I think shivering at the thought.
Of loosing my first tooth,
Do not worry we need to take an impression first
So a denture we can make for you
In Goes the gluey gum
Then i press my teeth together
Come Back in 2 Weeks (What Joy)!!!!
We will pull it out then (Really something to look forward too!!!)
Fit you with your new tooth
Knowone will ever know
Joys to look forward too
Loosing my first tooth
Getting my first denture
Dont worrie sometime it'll happen to you!!!!!
I supose in the end
It's the joys of growing old!!!!!!!
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Hi Juliet, yes I can relate, I will be fitted for upper partials at the end of the month. it's the molars that went bad, in my younger days we use to open beer bottles with our teeth. I know you would never picture that of me now, but I was a little wild back then - way back in the early 1700's you know (smile) the first words in each sentence are only half showing, you may have to retype it. good luck..see you soon - katie
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Scratches occur when rocks or debris fly up while driving. In addition, parking lots are dangerous for your vehicle from careless drivers. Door scraping or shopping carts cause the most common damage. Fixing scratches at a body shop can be an expensive venture. Using a Sharpie will mask or almost completely remove the eyesore and leave your car in tiptop shape.
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Purchase an Ultra Fine Point Permanent Marker Sharpie. Match the color of the Sharpie to the car's paint. Approximately 35 colors are available such as pink, gray and purple.
Use tape on the top and bottom edge of the scratch. The tape acts as a guide to keep the Sharpie in line with the scratch. Only use non-residue tape, for instance 3M blue tape or painter's tape.
Wipe the scratch area with a moist washcloth. Additionally, you may wash the entire car before beginning the process. Removing any stuck on debris or filth will allow the marker to dry properly. Wipe with the dry washcloth.
Color in the scratch. Use the Sharpie in a straight line over the area. Carefully shade in completely.
Allow the marker to dry about two hours. Remove the tape gently. If you cannot pull the tape up, use a hot washcloth. Hold the cloth on one side of the tape for one minute. The glue will loosen.
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2-axle Sliding Wall Wagon
The covered multipurpose 2-axle wagon is designed for transportation of large volume goods as well as palletized goods. The tarpaulin sliding walls protect against atmospheric conditions. They are equipped with a simple lever, enabling the operation of the sliding wall with one move. The lever is blocked in open and closed position eliminating accidental operation of the walls. The design of the locking system allows installation of a customs seal on it. The wagon can be equipped with internal sliding partition walls, installed to the floor and the roof, which provide higher space efficiency and prevent the load from moving along the wagon axle. The floor is made of a steel frame construction filled with plywood in the central part, has anti-skid properties and is highly resistant to abrasion. The wagon floor is designed to withstand a fork-lift truck pressure of 100kN/axle.
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- Operation of the side walls from all 4 corners
- A special system secures against walls falling out
- Wide door opening enables an access to ~50% of the loading space
- Partition walls assure convenient accommodation of the loading space
- Easy operation of the partition walls by one person
The wagon design meets the G2 gauge and TSI regulations.
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Length Inside 14.635m Width, Inside 2.62m Length, Over Buffers 15.9m Width, Extreme 2.718m Height, Inside 3.05m Door Opening, Width 7.138m Height, Extreme 4.645m Height, Top of Rail to Threshold 1.2m Clearance G2+P/C400
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text: This organic farm in Neukirchen am Großvenediger features a small outdoor pool and a spa area. All rooms and apartments have a balcony. The Wildkogel ski area is a 5-minute drive away. The Obertrattenbachhof's spacious rooms and apartments feature wooden floors, cable TV, and a bathroom with hairdryer. The apartments also have a kitchenette with a dining area. The entire building has underfloor heating. Breakfast includes 7 varieties of organic, homemade cheese and other organic products including milk, butter, jams and bread. Spa facilities include a sauna, a steam bath, and an infrared cabin. Guests can also use a fitness room and play table tennis. A playroom and a playground are available for children. Free private parking is available at Bio-Bauernhof Obertrattenbachhof. A cross-country ski run is right outside, and the Tauernradweg (bicycle trail) is just 99 feet away. A bakery with an internet café is 985 feet away. The free ski bus stops 132 feet away and takes guests to the Wildkogel and to the Zillertal Arena ski area, which is a 30-minute drive away.


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Barrington beach closed to swimmers
The Rhode Island Department of Health recommended the closure of Barrington Town Beach to swimming due to high bacteria counts late Friday afternoon, July 12.
Officials will reportedly make a recommendation regarding suitability for swimming at Barrington Town Beach when the areas are determined to be safe.
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He searched relentlessly, as subtly as possible, for any sign that she would return to her usual habits. However, she eluded him, an angelic presence in his mind that would not let him rest. The longer he went without seeing her, the more he felt he had to. He isolated himself, devoting all of the time he could spare into finding her. He went to her accommodation, only to find that she had been absent, staying elsewhere. It was like a sore in his mind. He could not stop worrying at the issue, causing himself more pain and drawing more attention to it in the process. Her absence slowly consumed him, the deadline of the end of semester drawing agonisingly close. After the deadline, to his mind, he would never see her again. He had to see her before then to prevent it. He was never the superstitious type before now.
The last day. Externally, he was his usual, albeit grumpy, self. Internally, he was frantic. Her memory was fading, like a photograph taken out too many times, becoming bleached by the sun. He barely paid attention to anything save his search. Nothing else mattered. The multitude of faces passed by him in a blur. They were not her, they were not relevant. Crowds thinned and swelled depending on his location. He searched everywhere, a growing panic and nausea spreading throughout his body. No sign of her. It was like he'd imagined her.
It was dusk before he began to make his way home. Gone was the panic, he felt hollowed out, numb. The sense of loss pervaded every step, the weight of memories battering his frayed sensebilities. He felt that at any second, a breath of wind would have him shattering like thin ice dropped on frozen earth. The mere action of breathing felt like a Herculean task, the fact that his feet still carried him home astounded him. His body appeared to be running on auto-pilot while his mind slowly imploded. She was gone...
He barely registered the figure, hooded, the perfect image of modern aggression. The figure made himself known just before he reached the safety of his building. A challenge, a demand in rough, threatening terms. Silence. The demand was repeated, louder. Silence and a blank stare. He didn't care. The aggressor, unnerved but too proud to lose face, threw him against the wall, where he connected with a crack. Stars burst across his vision and the aggressor was gone. He heard a shout, but was already moving again, continuing his path, encased in the past.
If anything, it was worse inside his flat. His possessions were all packed, leaving echoing spaces. This allowed more room for his memories to swell and fill the rooms, threatening to smother him completely. The boxes, stacked against the wall, brought back images of her. She had helped him move in here, moving gracefully around the apartment, small bundles of his possessions in her hands. His clothes had carried a faint trace of her scent, as did his appartment, until the smells of living had smothered it.
He let his knees buckle, dumping him unceremoniously onto the sofa. He had neglected to put on any lights, the shadows stealing greedy fingers around his body, as though to drown him. The memories, however, had already seen to that. A stream of images, sound bites, memories assailed him mercilessly, all concerning her storm blue eyes. They would not leave him, even now, when his conciousness threatened to crumble under their gossamer touch.
Her scent, even now, he could smell it. Stronger than a memory even. The touch of her hand, the tiny nub of raised skin where a scar lay on her palm, the skin always soft, a gentle weight on his shoulder, his cheek. Her touch burned him, the memory painfully vivd. Her voice, a trace of an accent from the South, her words carefully chosen, her speech rarely hurried save for when her emotions were high. Her voice, ordinary to most, was the most precious memory he had. The sound of her voice, calling his name, a prayer to his wounded soul, a salve to the shame of his actions. The memory now was undeniable.
"Please, you're scaring me."
His eyes flickered open. A lamp had been switched on while he had slumped sideways on the sofa. Then he registered who had been talking, the sight delivering a jolt to his system. He sat up quickly. The hand left his shoulder but remained on his cheek. Her scent embraced him and those storm blue eyes, concerned but slowly showing relief, those storm blue eyes were fixed on him, both wounding in their regard and healing him. A female sigh. Then, her arms were around him, pulling him upright again. Her beautiful voice cursed as her hand found his injured head.
"Just-stay like that." Her voice shook a little, now the room span. "I'll patch you up."
Thats right. She was clever like that, trained. She knew what to do. She would make it okay. She always did.
Some part of him recognised that his thoughts were ragged, coming uncoupled. He felt a sting, the burn of antiseptic against raw skin. Then, her voice, soothing, apologising for the pain, telling him to take the painkillers she had placed next to him, with the water, asking if he had eaten. He mutely did as he was told, nodding or shaking his head gingerly in answer to her questions.
"Don't move your head around, you'll make it worse." She spoke with the quiet assurance of knowledge, not commanding, merely stating in the understanding she would be heeded.
For the fisrt time, he listened and obeyed.
They ended up curled together, his head cushioned against her chest as he listened to her. She had come to say goodbye, found him unconcious on the sofa. She explained that she had not forgiven him, but that she had wanted to close the book on the issue.
"I have to go." She said softly, moving away from him gently. She handed him a scrap of paper. "My number, call if you need to."
She looked confused for a moment, pained. He took the paper, thanked her. He tried to convey some kind of message that he wanted her to stay but words failed him and the effort made him dizzy.
"I'm leaving tomorrow afternoon." She said finally. "Bye."
She left slowly, as though reluctant. He managed to say good bye before she left. Slowly, he subsided into sleep.


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1 review | 3 out of 5
This item seems to be very well made. The leather is tough, the clasps on the shoulder strap seem very reliable. My ONLY problem with this item is that my laptop does not fit in it. I bought this item as a part of my wife's birthday present (along with a 15.4" laptop), and was very excited about it. It is very stylish, and is perfect to suit her tastes. My excitement ended shortly, however, due to not being able to zip it aroung the laptop. It's a shame, too, because the whte bag on a red laptop with a red bow was quite eye pleasing...oh well, back to the stores to find another case!