tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10547393560545807472024-03-14T04:47:23.579-04:00Lexi's Fic SpotLexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14485387658635950686noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054739356054580747.post-27122261675008656502012-10-02T14:47:00.001-04:002012-10-02T14:47:43.346-04:00SU4K<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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He's a cop. She's a student. A missed connection during a traumatic time leaves them both longing, until fate brings them back together again. Romance, humor, slight drama. Canon couples. OOC. AU. This is my version of Copward, and this is a working summary.<br />
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Aro's Kids by Mina Rivera</div>
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Carlisle's Kids by Mina Rivera</div>
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Damion's Gals by Mina Rivera (This was made prior to me writing ch19)</div>
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Bella and Skip's kids by Mina Rivera</div>
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All the kids by me :/ my attempt at a banner. LOL. </div>
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Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14485387658635950686noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054739356054580747.post-59515169459385979002012-07-30T21:32:00.002-04:002012-07-30T21:32:58.806-04:00Weather the Storm *Carlisle and Alex banner*<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7a1LeKaKGEQ/UBc1ozvw-yI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/abzY0P5Zmjs/s1600/wts3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7a1LeKaKGEQ/UBc1ozvw-yI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/abzY0P5Zmjs/s320/wts3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Banner by Blanca A. </div>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14485387658635950686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054739356054580747.post-32747283497429738382012-07-30T21:09:00.000-04:002012-07-30T21:09:07.565-04:00Weather the Storm *Kids all grown up*<b>For the conclusion of Weather the Storm, I thought I'd give others an idea of what the kids look like - in my head anyway. Hope you enjoy it and this enables you to put faces to the names. Sadly, this is the extent of my graphic abilities. </b><br />
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Along the way, Bella will find herself bargaining favors with ogres (Emmett), elves (Carlisle) and even fairies (Edward)...which one will win her heart?</span> A very ADULT fairytale...</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"> </span></div><div style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;">Teaser: </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 13pt; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">As I walked through the woods at a brisk pace, I tried to be very aware of my surroundings.<span> </span>I’d heard the strange tales about encounters in these woods.</span><span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 13pt; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Tales of shape shifters, animals that could walk as a man or in their true form.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 13pt; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Legends of mystical creatures, god like in their beauty, that demanded intimate favors in exchange for passage.<span> </span>I shivered at that thought.<span> </span>I had no knowledge of such things and would be in no position to bargain such ‘favors.’</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 13pt; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">And there were the warnings of the wee folk, the Fae, who could be helpful or harmful depending on their mood.<span> </span>They were said to be mischievous, which is why I called my sister, Sprite.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 13pt; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Her normal vibrant self was forever asking questions and bouncing around with an endless source of energy.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 13pt; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">I couldn’t allow her to become trapped.<span> </span>Like an unhappy Fae, she would eventually fade and die.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 13pt; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">That was not going to happen.<span> </span>I knew I would do anything I had to in order to save Father. To save Alice.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 13pt; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Even if ‘anything’ meant dying.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 13pt; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><b>The Stock Boy by <a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2593677/CullensTwiMistress">CullensTwiMistress</a></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gqSLvBT2jGo/TzhtwaRlEZI/AAAAAAAAANw/om4us43_ZVM/s1600/stockboy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gqSLvBT2jGo/TzhtwaRlEZI/AAAAAAAAANw/om4us43_ZVM/s320/stockboy.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 13pt; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;">More to come . . .</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: x-small;">PS: I suck at blogging, so excuse the text that's all different sizes :)</span>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14485387658635950686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054739356054580747.post-52333003367591388382012-02-12T20:37:00.000-05:002012-02-12T20:40:54.168-05:00RE: Update A Flight For Bobby CompilationATTENTION ALL CONTRIBUTING AUTHORS!<br />
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I just wanted to send this reminder. All pieces are due on March 1st. If you cannot make the deadline, please email me at SexyLexiCullen@Gmail.com or message me somewhere.<br />
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Lastly, I've been receiving your banners and teasers, and I ask that when you send me the finalized document please place your banner inside the document. PLEASE send all completed pieces to AFlightForBobby@Aol.Com<br />
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That's all for now . . .<br />
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LexiLexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14485387658635950686noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054739356054580747.post-86925011063455813912012-01-07T23:26:00.000-05:002012-01-08T12:41:27.479-05:00**UPDATE** A Flight For Bobby CompilationAs a way for us to say "thank you" to those of you who donated to Bobby's cause, we're putting together a compilation of stories. Some will be one shots and some will be outtakes. It's all Twilight Fanfiction.<br />
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The following are the graphic artists who have agreed to make banners for the authors donating:<br />
(Click their names to be directed to their site/form)<br />
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<a href="http://illicitwriter.blogspot.com/p/banner-portfolio_10.html">AnIllicitWriter </a><br />
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<a href="http://christagbanners.blogspot.com/">Christag_Banner </a><br />
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<a href="http://www.facebook.com/jamash0092">JA MASH</a><br />
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**Authors: Please contact the above if you're in need of a banner.<br />
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Pieces are due on March 1st 2012.<br />
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There is no maximum or minimum word count. Slash is welcomed, as is any pairing.<br />
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I know I said there were no rules or regulations, so the following are "reminders" or "suggestions". If what you plan to write is unconventional or disturbing, contact me and we'll talk about it.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A few reminders for you as you work on your piece:</span></span><br />
<ul><li style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; list-style-type: disc; margin-left: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Please remember to rate your submission appropriately</span></li>
<li style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; list-style-type: disc; margin-left: 15px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Please </span><span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">do not</span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> include pedophilia, or bestiality in your submission. But if you really feel the need to have Edward fuck a dog, again, email me and we'll discuss it. LOL. I didn't mean Jacob . . . <i><u>as</u></i> Jacob. Stated above, slash is very welcomed. </span></li>
<li style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; list-style-type: disc; margin-left: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Please make sure your work is beta’d before submitting it. </b></span></li>
<li style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; list-style-type: disc; margin-left: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">If you have a teaser and/or banner you would like to send, so I can post, please email it to AFlightForBobby@aol.com by February 15th, 2012.</span></li>
<li style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; list-style-type: disc; margin-left: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Completed submissions & banners *if you have one* need to be sent in by March 1, 2012.</span></li>
<li style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; list-style-type: disc; margin-left: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Remember to send us the name of your banner maker if you have one when you send in your piece so that they can be thanked and receive a copy of the compilation as well.</span></li>
<li style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; list-style-type: disc; margin-left: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You may not post your submission anywhere (FF, Twilighted, ADF, TWCS, etc) until April 20, 2012</span></li>
<li style="font-weight: bold;">Since we don't have that many authors, I'm hoping to get the compilation out days after the due date </li>
<li style="font-weight: bold;">IF FOR ANY REASON YOU CANNOT MAKE THE DEADLINE, PLEASE NOTIFY ME AT SEXYLEXICULLEN@GMAIL.COM, FACEBOOK, OR TWITTER AS SOON AS YOU KNOW. We're all busy people, and I understand that - don't beat yourself up if this happens to you. Just please let me know as soon as you do. Thank you! :)</li>
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Please contact me if you have<b> any</b> questions. I'm on Facebook and Twitter, and you can click one of the icons on the right upper hand side to get in touch with me. <br />
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ATTN AUTHORS: On March 1st, please send your piece/story to: AFlightForBobby@Aol.com<br />
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The following authors are contributing:<br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2280945/texasbella">TexasBella</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2593677/CullensTwiMistress">CullensTwiMistress</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2932098/Fiona_Fresh1">FionaFresh1</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2673837/loopylou992">LoopyLou992</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2171736/HeartOfDarkess">HeartOfDarkess</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2531675/alwayzlove40">AlwayzLove40</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2229847/Savage7289">Savage7289</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1845936/dontrun">DontRun</a><br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1986991079"><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2993386/Layne_Faire">Layne Faire</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1964154/Butterfly_Betty">Butterfly Betty</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2064192/shelikesthesound">SheLikestheSound</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2217017/FFLoverLaura">FFLoverLaura</a><br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1986991091"><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2077991/theonlykyla">theOnlyKyla</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2888001/JA_Mash">JA Mash</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2372510/lvtwilight09">LvTwilight09</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2250477/CharliDenae">Charli Denae</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2165523/JackieMonz93">JackieMonz93</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2058077/jmolly">JMolly</a><br />
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*** More "may" be added to this list. I'm still waiting for some people to get back to me.<br />
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NOTE: Fandom causes are usually done the other way around - I have this backwards. Due to the fact that Bobby needed the money right away, we got her the funds first, and then pulled together a compilation after. She has her plane ticket. The charity is pretty much over with, which sucks because of pimping/recc'ing the cause out to your readers :/<br />
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I know it's donate to read.<br />
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And I'd hate to make this even more complicated.<br />
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HOWEVER, "if" you want to recc/pimp the piece you'll be submitting to your friends/readers/fans, have them donate to <a href="http://www.autismspeaks.org/">Autism Speaks</a> AND MAKE SURE THEY FORWARD THEIR RECEIPT OF DONATION TO AFlightForBobby@Aol.com<br />
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There is NO minimum like other fandom causes - you donated/donate, and you receive it. But if they don't send their receipt from Autism Speaks, I have no way to get them the compilation.<br />
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Bobby is keeping track of everyone who has donated to her because it all went to her personal paypal account.<br />
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I hope this isn't too confusing. I mean, I'm sure Bobby can use some extra cash, but I think she'll appreciate the donations made to Autism Speaks as well.<br />
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THANK YOU!Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14485387658635950686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054739356054580747.post-48165934513713504532012-01-05T22:20:00.000-05:002012-01-05T22:20:40.567-05:00**UPDATE** RE: Bobby Duprea CullenThe response you all had - stepping in so quickly to donate leaves me speechless. In less than a day, we all banded together and managed to raise $640 for Bobby Duprea Cullen. She has since made plans to travel this week to see her son.<br />
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We did it! (claps hands) And I am so proud . . .<br />
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I'd like to personally thank you all!!!!<br />
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THANK YOU!<br />
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THANK YOU!<br />
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We seriously did a wonderful thing today - almost as if we performed a miracle. At least that's what it feels like to me. I'm so happy Bobby will be able to visit her son.<br />
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Everyone take a bow.<br />
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We did it!<br />
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Love you all <3<br />
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LexiLexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14485387658635950686noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054739356054580747.post-34375956837315442152012-01-05T12:49:00.000-05:002012-01-05T13:44:58.301-05:00ATTENTION TwiFic Fandom peeps!<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iEq7Hw0mYK8/TwXcELuosNI/AAAAAAAABk4/gZS0OsKajyY/s1600/bobby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="288" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iEq7Hw0mYK8/TwXcELuosNI/AAAAAAAABk4/gZS0OsKajyY/s320/bobby.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
<b>ATTENTION TwiFic Fandom peeps!</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">We need your help! One of our own is in a bit of a pickle. Most of us know Bobby Duprea Cullen (@TropicNebula on Twitter), and you all know she’s a sweetheart. Recently, her son was in an accident. He’s banged up pretty bad and in the hospital. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Bobby’s main problem is that she lives in Florida, and her son is hospitalized in Wisconsin. She has no way (means) to travel there to see him. So, I was wondering and hoping that us, as a fandom, could all donate a few dollars to help get her butt to Wisconsin. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Airfare, round trip, is about $700. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Having no experience with setting up a Fandom cause, I sought help from fellow twific fandom friends. Michelle LovesCupcakes Collins, came up with a great idea. Last night, I asked Bobby to set up a paypal account. Through paypal, using her email addy, we can transfer funds easily. There’s a tab that’s labeled “send money”. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">At this time, I have nothing to offer anyone – as in a compilation or fan art. She needed to be there yesterday, and there simply hasn’t been enough time to pull anything together. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I know times are tough. I know we all just got through the holidays, but if 140 people donate $5, we’ll get to the $700 mark. Or, if 70 people donate $10 . . . and so on. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">A few dollars can go a long way for someone who needs it. This isn’t the “usual” fandom cause, where there’s a $5 minimum . . . there’s NO minimum. We have nothing to offer at this time, but when we do have something everyone will receive it. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">If we can pull a few authors/graphic makers together, we’ll send you all something as a “thank you!” Bobby has been advised to make/keep a list of every email address of everyone who donates, so we can get something back to you when the opportunity presents itself. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">This is a recent status update from Bobby’s Facebook page:<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">'**UPDATE ON MY SON** he called me this morning and told me he now has eyesight issues and is partially paralyzed on the left side but I think with PT he will be able to move more, its only when he rolls to the left side that he can't move. This sucks!<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">What sucks even more is that Bobby can’t be there with him. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I, personally, have Twilight Barbie Dolls. I have an Edward, a Victoria, and a Bella doll, and a Edward jigsaw puzzle—all which I have posted on eBay. Here is the link to all my listings: <a href="http://www.ebay.com/sch/edwardcullenloverlexi/m.html?_nkw=&_armrs=1&_from=&_ipg=25&_trksid=p3686">CLICK HERE</a><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">All proceeds will be transferred over to Bobby! <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Again, a few dollars will go a long way. To donate, please go to Paypal, hit the tab “send money” and type in Bobby’s email addy: <a href="mailto:chrislibbeyniederklopfer@yahoo.com">chrislibbeyniederklopfer@yahoo.com</a><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Also, if anyone out there can and wants to help out with this, please get in touch with me as well. I’ll take any help I can get, so we can get Bobby to Wisconsin. If you have things you’d like to donate, too, let’s see how we can do this. I’m hoping out of the goodness of everyone’s heart, we can all donate a few dollars. Once more, I know times are tough, but I’m not asking for a mint here, just . . . even if you can spare a buck. That’d be amazing. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Thank you so much for your time and for reading. I’ll try to keep everyone updated as to how this is all going. With writing fic, working fulltime, and life – this is something new added to my plate. So please, be patient if I or Bobby don’t get back to you right away. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">For more information about Bobby, Friend request Bobby Duprea Cullen on Facebook or @Tropicnebula on Twitter. Just ask, and she’ll tell you! <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Our goal is $700!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Let’s make it happen! <o:p></o:p></div>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14485387658635950686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054739356054580747.post-62103011097630636142011-12-20T14:20:00.000-05:002011-12-20T14:20:37.782-05:00WEATHER THE STORM CHAPTER 26 (FULL VERSION)<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:OfficeDocumentSettings> <o:AllowPNG/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves/> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:DoNotPromoteQF/> <w:LidThemeOther>EN-US</w:LidThemeOther> <w:LidThemeAsian>JA</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:LidThemeComplexScript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/> <w:EnableOpenTypeKerning/> <w:DontFlipMirrorIndents/> <w:OverrideTableStyleHps/> <w:UseFELayout/> </w:Compatibility> <m:mathPr> <m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/> <m:brkBin m:val="before"/> <m:brkBinSub m:val="--"/> <m:smallFrac m:val="off"/> <m:dispDef/> <m:lMargin m:val="0"/> <m:rMargin m:val="0"/> <m:defJc m:val="centerGroup"/> <m:wrapIndent m:val="1440"/> <m:intLim m:val="subSup"/> <m:naryLim m:val="undOvr"/> </m:mathPr></w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" DefUnhideWhenUsed="true"
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight. No copyright infringement is intended. Beta’d by HollettLA<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">WARNING: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE. GORE. DEATH. GRAPHIC LANGUAGE. GRAPHIC SEX. </span></b><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">DID I MENTION THAT THE CHAPTER IS GRAPHIC? ANYWAY, THIS IS WHY I COULD NOT POST IT ENTIRELY AT FANFICTION.NET. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THE STORY ELSEWHERE. I’LL DO MY BEST NOT TO MAKE THIS A HABIT, BUT PLEASE TRY TO LET ME KNOW YOU LIKED, OR DISLIKED THE CHAPTER. THANK YOU!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yb4QB8nLaDU/TvDKZFkKHlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/xHLV5HozVXQ/s1600/Robert-Pattinson-Kristen-Stewart-edward-and-bella-5398393-390-532.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yb4QB8nLaDU/TvDKZFkKHlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/xHLV5HozVXQ/s320/Robert-Pattinson-Kristen-Stewart-edward-and-bella-5398393-390-532.jpg" width="234" /></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"<b>Weather the Storm"</b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Chapter Twenty-Six: Breaking Dawn</span></b><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Excitedly, I ran my hands down the smooth silk of my Christian Dior dress. Edward always wondered what my reluctance was—why I wouldn't at least try it on for him. When we went to the sit down, I had refused to wear it.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Just looking at the damn thing, I knew I'd never get the skirt past my thighs. It wouldn't fit—I had tried it on, but I was too embarrassed to admit it.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Today it was comfortable. After months of stress and afternoon walks with my daughter and just being active with the kids, really, it finally looked good. The black corset still hugged my curves, yet had a slimming effect, and my stomach didn't protrude.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">My hair wouldn't cooperate. It </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;">lay on my shoulders dead-like. For some reason, my curls weren't staying, and it was a bit frizzy, too.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Everything else looked great, though. My makeup was perfect. My legs looked amazing, all the way down to my high heels.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;">"Holy . . ."</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Hearing Edward near made me smile, even though I continued to stare in the mirror. "How . . ."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Incredible." He breathed. "You look, Bebella, baby . . . wow." He chuckled, taking my hand to twirl me to him. "I don't want you going anywhere." He pecked my lips, taking in every sight—his eyes going everywhere but landing back to mine. "This—you—just for me."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"A huh," I giggled. "Just for you." My arms wrapped around his neck, loving these few times I manage to get my husband tongue-tied.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">He smiled so wide. "<i>I </i>get to take <i>you</i> out tonight."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"You do," I agreed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Da-da-da-da-da!" Kylie squealed, and we turned to watch her run after Rocky.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Edward sighed, letting me go to chase after her. I laughed, watching my daughter protest. She and her father were ready for the evening. Kylie, after dinner, was given a bath by Daddy and put in her pajamas. This was so, when she gets to Grandpa's house, she chills for a bit and then goes to sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Edward . . . now seeing him in a suit is nothing new, but seeing him in grey pinstripes is so fucking sexy. It's the Versace—the fitted one—and he was wearing a white collared shirt under with the buttons opened at the top.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Don't . . ." I wanted to remind Edward not to get dirty, and then forgot about it.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Ready?" Edward bounced Kylie around.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Sighing, I messed my hair a little more, thinking overall I looked fantastic. "Yeah . . ." I blew out a breath.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"You need a coat?" he asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Raising a brow, I turned to him. "It's still ninety degrees out."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Can't blame a guy for trying, right?" He kissed Kylie's cheek.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Right." She nodded.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Edward and I shared a look, and then the three of us hugged—so happy. 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I found that odd—special in some way.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Traffic in Midtown was pretty heavy, and we didn't arrive at Ed Sr.'s house until it was close to ten.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Edward wouldn't let me hang out in the car by myself while he and Carlisle brought the kids up. I didn't care to see Jackie or say goodbye to Kylie there. Once she sees me—physically—leave her, she carries on, like what she's doing now.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"I'll see you tomorrow," I whispered, while the sight of her broke my heart.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Jackie rocked her back and forth, while she continued to grab for me. "She'll be okay."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Logically, I knew she would. If Edward had just taken her out of the car, it'd be a different story. 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As far as I knew, my brother in-law was hanging solo tonight.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"I didn't know she'd do that—didn't want to leave you with Mauro."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Since when isn't it okay for me—" I started.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Since you look like this." He gave my ass a slap.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Giggling, I did a quick two-step into the elevator, feeling so good—better than I have in a long time. Tonight was going to be so much fun. We had nothing to fear. We were going to Midnight Sun, and we were going to see Usher.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Edward said we'd be able to meet him, and I thought that was so cool. My husband is used to all these celebrities being in his establishments, but I'm not—never having met any superstars.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"I hope I don't say anything stupid," I mumbled as Edward helped me out of the limo. Suddenly, I was taken aback. There was a red carpet, and the line went around the corner. Midnight Sun doesn't exactly sell tickets to events like this. If you're not on the VIP, if you don't know anyone, you wait on line to see if you can get in.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Edward never answered me, holding me to his side as we walked into the club. I was surprised to see Momo here, knowing he only works the door at Eclipse.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Why's he here?" I asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Because you are. He's my best security guy." Edward nibbled on my earlobe. "Sometimes I don't like when you wear earrings." I ignored him, being so aware of my surroundings. The club was crowded, bodies packed tightly, but we had a wide berth as we made our way to VIP. Edward's guys created a blockade on all sides of us, and my husband still hovered to keep me covered. It a felt a bit surreal— almost like<i> I</i> was somebody.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"This okay?" Edward gestured to a booth. We were above and away from the stage, but we still had a great view. We had<i> the</i> view of the club—we could see everything.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Soon we were seated, enjoying our drinks and wrapped up in each other while the music blared all around us. Usher hadn't taken the stage yet, and we were still listening to the DJ.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Thank you for coming out with me tonight," he whispered in my ear.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">My response was to giggle like I was twenty-three again, like I had just met him. Edward had that same sex appeal he did back then—with the money, the power, and the danger. It was all so exciting, and my husband has never looked sexier. "You . . . you better plan to hit this good tonight." I bit his jaw.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Oh, baby . . . don't worry about that." His hand roamed higher on my thigh. "Don't I always take care of you?" He held my chin.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Deciding not to bring up recent dry spells, I nodded, slowly inching my face toward his. Edward kissed me gently, softly deepening a lip-lock that made my heart rate skyrocket. Not only did he have that same appeal from years ago—that he honestly never lost—I felt it, in my heart, my soul, and between my legs. My body felt like it was on fire.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">And Edward was being so carefree, kissing and holding me at such a public venue.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Uh . . . may we interrupt?" I heard Aro ask, but Edward didn't stop kissing me, so I decided to ignore his friend, too. "Skip!"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">My husband leaned his forehead to mine, while hugging my legs to his lap as his chest heaved. Only Edward's eyes went to Aro, with a slight tilt to his head.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Inside, I was a mess, and nobody else existed—fuck Aro, Usher, and a night out—I wanted to go home and fuck the Skip's brains out. I hoped this could be a do-over night. The evening of the sit down when I pretended to be a stranger, there was something so hot about it.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">My husband is faithful—never giving in to those urges—but I wanted to be Angelina, the hairdresser, the Skip's whore for the night—a fantasy we could play out, even if we're just Edward and Bella, husband and wife, and not strangers.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"'Sup?" Edward jerked his chin, while I faced him—never wanting to look away. "Nice to meet you." He let go of my thigh to shake someone's hand. "Bella . . ." He turned my chin to Aro and his date. "This is . . . what's your name again?" He faced her.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Aro's date was a knockout. From where I was sitting, she looked to be a bit taller than me, with a killer body and dark hair. She had a very pretty face and I'd say she was in her thirties. For some reason, I thought Aro would show up with a toddler—a twenty-something year old with formula still on her breath.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">She furrowed her brow at my husband. "Gina." She recovered, smiling and shaking my hand. "I'm Gina . . . nice to meet you."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">My face lit up, giving her hand a squeeze. "Likewise. I'm Bella." Taking my hand back, I suddenly felt like Edward and I shouldn't be so rude—we shouldn't be practically on top of each other. "Excuse us," I said, but doubt anyone heard me, as I sat up and tried to move away.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Where do you think you're going?" Edward laughed, holding me close again. With a look, he knew I was serious, and I was able to sit correctly. "We got champagne," he told the table while Aro and Gina sat with us. "Yo!" My rude husband snapped his fingers for the waitress' attention.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">My eyes landed on Gina, who looked like a fish on dry land. She wore something skimpy—club wear—yet she looked uncomfortable as well. "I love your bracelet," I said, my eyes landing on the one she wore. It was white gold or silver, and had small charms—cartoon characters hanging, like she got it at Disney World. I adored it.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Oh . . ." She looked down to it. "Mother's Day gift last year."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"You have kids." I nodded. "How old?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">While Edward and Aro starting speaking, I struck up conversation with Gina. My husband took it upon himself to continue molesting my thigh, and I tried to ignore how wonderful his hand felt.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Gina was talking about her oldest child, Alex, who's thirteen, when there was a commotion by the bar. There was a crowd, but since Edward didn't seem alarmed, conversations continued.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"You're his wife." Gina leaned toward me, and it wasn't necessarily a question.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I nodded. "Yup . . . we have three kids." Looking at Edward, I noticed he wasn't paying any mind to our chat, so my gaze fell back on Gina. "Sonny—Santino is our oldest, and then there's Damion and our toddler Kylie." My head continued to nod, and then I decided to polish off my glass of champagne. "What do you do?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Nails." She smiled, waving a hand. "I'm a manicurist out in Queens . . . where I live." She gave Aro a look as she sipped her own glass. She was bored. I couldn't blame her. It wasn't that we didn't have anything in common, our chat was just boring.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I looked back to Edward. "What's up?" He lifted my hand to kiss my palm.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Trying not to smile like some nut, I grinned, shaking my head.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">That was when Momo came over to us. He crouched down at the end of the table, near Aro and Edward, and wore an expression of concern while he spoke to them. When my husband's brow furrowed and Aro muttered the word "fuck," Gina's head snapped to them.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"I get silk wraps." I placed my hand on Gina's to engage her in conversation again. Having no idea what they were talking about, it didn't take a genius to know that maybe Gina shouldn't hear them. "When I can . . . I used to operate the tanning salon, but now I stay home mostly. The kids keep me so busy."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Oh . . . well, whenever. I can take care of you."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I smiled. "That's so sweet—kind of you. And if you . . . need to tan, I can hook you up."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">She made a face. "Like I need more help with wrinkles. I try to stay out of the sun." Meanwhile, she looked sun-kissed already. Her skin was beautiful, not pale but not dark, yet seemed smooth and so soft.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"You don't need it." I chuckled, seeing Momo get up and leave. Trying not to be rude, I leaned away and to Edward's ear. "What happened?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Edward sipped his scotch. "Kids . . . trying to get into the club. No worries," he lied, squeezing my thigh to let me know things were okay.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"That was the beef downstairs?" I asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">He kissed my cheek. "You don't miss anything, do you?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I giggled, snuggling into his side. "Where's Carlisle?" I finally realized I hadn't seen him since we arrived.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Saw him over by the bar," Aro said. "He's probably looking for a hook up."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Gina was laughing and shaking her head, although with the music I couldn't make out what she said because she wasn't speaking to me directly. " . . . so weird seeing him after all these years." Is what I caught.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Oh . . . do you know Carlisle?" I asked her.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">She opened her mouth to answer me, but my husband stole my attention.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Edward stiffened, tightening his hold. "You look . . . Christ, you look so sexy tonight," he whispered in my ear, turning my face to his.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">My smile was so hard to erase. "I love you." I practically mouthed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">He grinned, placing a soft peck on my lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">We were so happy, in love and in our little bubble, I didn't even notice when Usher approached our table. Thankfully, since my attention was so caught up in Edward, I didn't make an ass out of myself. I wanted to tell him how much I loved his music, how I had been a fan since I was a kid, and he was a kid, too—putting out hit songs—but I never got the chance. Right before he took the stage, I shook his hand and was introduced by Edward. It was surreal that Usher—a superstar—gave my husband a one-armed hug, like they had been friends for years.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Do you know him?" I whispered to Edward.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"No," he laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"It seemed like it." I rested my head on his shoulder.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Nope . . . I'm sure he knows I'm just the owner or something." Edward bit my nose.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Laughing and feeling so good, Edward took my hand and we stood up to peer over the railing. He hugged me from behind, and I leaned against my husband as Usher started to perform.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Carlisle came over during the second song to whisper in Edward's ear. From what I heard, kids didn't try to get into the club. Someone got in, looked suspect, and are being held downstairs in the basement.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"What?" I shouted.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Shhh." Edward kissed my cheek. "Just relax."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Who is it?" I felt slightly panicked.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"I don't know," he lied again. Momo had spoken a lot earlier, as did Carlisle just now, but, overall, no one looked too concerned, and I decided to let it go.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Sorry," I said, and we tuned back into the music.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"In a little while . . . Christ . . . I'm sorry, but you're going to go home while I settle something."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I frowned; everything feeling like it was crashing down.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"I won't be long." He kissed along my cheek and neck. "I'll be right behind you . . . and you," he leaned forward, pressing his cock into my back, "you get the Jacuzzi ready for us."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Okay," I agreed, my heart breaking while I tried to keep it together. Tonight was still fairytale-like, but Edward doesn't have set hours. It's almost as if he's on-call, has to turn into the Skip at any given moment.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"I'll spend the rest of my life making shit up to you . . ." Glancing to Edward, I saw how torn up he was.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Don't worry about it." I laughed it off. "I know what life with the Skip is like." Turning, I wrapped my arms around his neck as the song changed. Hearing the opening beats, I gasped, wanting to dance so badly. My hips swayed of their own accord against my husband, as his hands went down to hold my hips. "Dance with me."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"'<i>Cause, baby, tonight . . . the DJ got us falling in love again."</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Please!" I gave him a cheesy, toothy smile, while my hands went low to grab his. Everyone else was dancing—Carlisle with some young thing I didn't know and Aro with Gina. They danced, and we were just standing here. Well, I was moving on my husband.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Edward smiled, leaning down to whisper in my ear. "The Skip doesn't dance."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"But Kylie's daddy does." My teeth nipped his earlobe.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">He groaned, holding my ass to him so tight.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">/=/=/=/=/</span></b><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">EDWARD</span></b><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">/=/=/=/=/</span></b><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NRVrRuQmRCE/TvDP_Mk-fnI/AAAAAAAAANI/NKl1jue0baM/s1600/Robert-Pattinson7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NRVrRuQmRCE/TvDP_Mk-fnI/AAAAAAAAANI/NKl1jue0baM/s1600/Robert-Pattinson7.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Bella kept rubbing her shit on me, which was making it hard for me to concentrate. Usher had left the stage a while ago, but Bella's ass never left me. Holding her, her hands wove into my hair while we "danced". I truly didn't consider this dancing. She moved on me, and I held her there. Bella's ass on my dick felt fantastic, and I wondered if she'd let me fuck her real quick before she left.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I couldn't do that . . .<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Bella is my everything, so sometimes I may treat her like she's my whore, and yet still tell her how much I love her.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Tonight wasn't for that. We'd have our time later . . . soon.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">At about three in the morning, the club was emptying, and the only problem I really had was Aro's date. She kept fucking staring at me every chance she had, and, I swear on my life, I do not remember sleeping with her. Gina looked familiar, and I firmly believed she worked at La Bella Italia—since I remembered her face. But I do not recall being intimate with her at all. Maybe she was offended because I didn't pay her any attention. I don't know, nor do I give a fuck.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">But if Aro doesn't tell his chick to control her eyes and Bella notices, I'm going to be pissed. Tonight wasn't about that. And it's not like I was ashamed or was hiding anything from my wife.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Bella and I were supposed to have a good time tonight.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">And I wouldn't let anything fuck that up.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">When Bella left me to dance with Carlisle's . . . whatever and Gina, I stood back with my brother, watching them. Bella likes to dance, and she wasn't doing anything outlandish, so I let her go. If she moved like she should be on a pole like Carlisle's "date", then I'd step in.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Bella became excited when Caius showed up with Nicole. They had missed Usher, but my buddy had to speak with Aro and brought his wife since I had mine with me.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Having a good time?" Carlisle asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I nodded, staring at my wife's hips. We were in VIP, hidden away from the rest of the club, and there were no threats about. "A fan-fucking-tastic time," I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Good . . . it's rare you let your hair down, metaphorically." He sipped his drink. "What do you think of this one?" He pointed to his date.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Is she at least eighteen?" I laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"No . . . I mean, she got in by herself, so I guess she's twenty-one—No. She said she was twenty-one." He nodded to himself. "She's hot." He downed his drink. "She can get it."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"You better get her number." I raised a brow.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">He scoffed at nothing. "You suck."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"I have no idea what's in the basement," I muttered, remembering Momo tell me he had a surprise.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Apparently, there was a dude at the bar trying to get into VIP.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">The outburst he had made by the bar, extended all the way to the front of the club, because of how many guys surrounded him. An associate of mine said he tried to sell him narcotics before he let some shit slip about what he was going to do in VIP. When Momo took him out back, he told this dude he'd get him in, and then brought him downstairs. According to my buddy, this was a kid—in his twenties—and was a junkie. Well, he looked like a drug abuser. He also had a girl with him, and the girl is in the basement, too.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Since I didn't know if this guy had any friends with him, I made my guys aware—made them keep close watch to see if anyone with their demeanor left or tried to get in. So far, I haven't heard a thing.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Whew!" Bella glistened with sweat as she hopped up to kiss my cheek.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"You looked great." I hugged her to me. "I love . . . watching you dance." Nuzzling my nose to hers, she giggled, breathing heavily. "It's about that time." I pulled back to see her frown. "I'm sorry."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">She gave me a tight-lipped smile, waving a hand. "I was talking to Nicole about . . . maybe going to the diner for some food—breakfast."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I nodded. "You go ahead, and I'll just meet you at home."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Her face remained fallen as she turned to look for her friend. She spoke to Nicole for a moment, but since Caius's wife went back over to the bar, I guess she's not going to the diner with Bella.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"I'll be home soon." I kissed along her neck.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">She let out a small moan. "You better."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">My hand came back to slap that ass. "I will."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Soon, Mauro came up to join us and walk Bella out. I went with her, making sure everything was okay. Nunzio was already out front waiting for her in the car.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">On my way back in, my entourage was much smaller than it was earlier, and the club was starting to clear out. It was close to closing time, so I sat with Aro, Carlisle, Caius, and Aro's date as I had a drink.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Isn't it past her bedtime?" I wondered when Aro was going to get rid of her.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"We're taking off in a few—you wanted me to stay?" he spluttered.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Did you forget?" I asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">He smacked his forehead, and then turned to whisper in his chick's ear. She frowned; he asked Lou to go grab shorty a cab, and then she was gone. Before she left, she shook my hand—saying her name again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Gina was definitely disappointed with my failing memory.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Nevertheless, I bid her farewell without any snide comments. I hope for her sake, if she wants anything with Aro, she gets over that shit quickly and doesn't bring it up. If it was me . . . well, at this stage of the game, if any of my friends fucked someone I potentially wanted to date, I'd never go for it. Back in the day, it wouldn't have mattered; I only fucked, never dated, and, thank God, I'm married and don't have to worry about that shit anymore.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"This fuck told<i> who</i> he came to ice you?" Caius asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I waved a hand. "Abramo heard him or something. Bottom line, he threw a fit when he couldn't come up here. And Momo's never seen this guy before."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Caius nodded. "You need me."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Nah . . ." I shook my head. "I'm just gonna talk to him."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Right." He smirked.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Take Nicole home." I jerked my chin to the bar where she was. When Bella told her she was leaving, Nicole decided to stay back and wait for Caius.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Watches me like a hawk that one . . . when we go out." He stared at her, too. She sipped her drink and spoke to one of the girls—I had no idea whose girl it was, but she was here, so she belonged to someone. "But then that's why we never go out together," he sighed, standing to slap his hand to mine. "All right, my brother . . . take it easy."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I gave him a head nod, as he left the table.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Leave him there 'til tomorrow," Carlisle said. "Christie's still here." He looked over the railing to check out the chick he'd been chilling with. She had left VIP when Bella did, going to join her friends again. "She's down to fuck."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Go if you want . . ." I let that hang there, swirling the ice in my watered down scotch.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Carlisle shook his head. "Then you'll hold a grudge against me for how long? I don't think so."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Laughing, I patted his back. "You know me well, but seriously . . . no beef. Go have a good time." Still feeling bad for him, I wanted him to get his kicks.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">These days, besides work—his real job at the firm—he doesn't do anything but care for Anthony. He's sort of like a single dad. Well, he is a single father, raising Anthony alone to the best of his ability. The only thing I told Carlisle was to make sure his kid stayed clothed. My nephew likes to run around naked and plays with his pee-pee; doesn't care who sees him. That can either be something he got from Carlisle or a little boy thing that my sons just never did. I have no idea. Sonny never did that, and Damion likes to play dress-up—not necessarily naked.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Carlisle finished the rest of his drink while we both watched Christie leave with her friends. "It's fine."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"You mean too late," I corrected.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">He gave me grin, while Aro joined us again. "What are we doing?" Aro took his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Shrugging, I didn't reply, since I hadn't thought of a game plan.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Mo says he tied them up—"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Really?" I drew out the word, staring at Aro.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Yup." He grabbed Gina's leftover drink and sipped it.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Together, the three of us went down to the basement, and Lou followed. The back room, which is closed off by a hidden entryway, was dark. As the light filtered in through the door, I tried to see who sat in the chairs in front of me. Too bad, I couldn't make out their faces. Once Carlisle turned the light on, I stared again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">The guy looked to be young—twenty at most—skinny, dark hair and eyes, and he was soaked with sweat. His chick was blonde and eighty pounds at best. Her cheeks were sunken in just like his were and from ten feet away I could see the track marks on both their arms.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Needless to say, these two did not fit the description of fuckers who would try to take me out.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Who sent you?" Aro spoke first.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">The fucker's response was to spit on the ground, but he couldn't hide his shakes.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Let us go," the girl said, and my head whipped to her. Truth be told, I had no use for her, unless she also had plans.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"What's your name?" I asked her.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Don't say nothing!" the dude shouted.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I sighed, grabbing a chair and sitting in front of them. "You came here to kill me?" Not only did I find it humorous, but I wondered what kind of game this kid was playing at. He must have been as high as a kite to come to my club, which is filled with my people, and boast of his intentions. The sad thing is if he never made a stink, it's possible he could have gotten close enough—not to me, but to VIP, and possibly taken a shot at me, or worse, my wife.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Momo had said he was chilling by the lounge's entrance, staring and whatnot, before he was ushered away. After that was when he ran his mouth. I have no idea why he never took his chance when he could, but he'll never have the opportunity again—I don't care who he is.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Fuck you."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">My hand came out to hit him in the mouth. "Do you know who I am?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">He let out a cackle, while the girl started crying.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Stop crying," Carlisle told her. "Tell us who you are and who sent you, and you're free to go."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"He's lying, Jen."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Jen." Carlisle nodded his head, grabbing a chair to sit near her. "Is that short for Jennifer? . . . Lou, go grab a soda or something." He looked back to the girl. "Are you thirsty?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">She whimpered, licking her dry lips and nodding her head yes.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Cut the bullshit—" I started.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Fuck you and that whore!"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I got him in the mouth again. Then I grabbed his hair to right his chair. "Watch your fucking mouth!" At this angle, I was able to see a tattoo on his arm. Moving his short sleeve up, I was able to see the name <i>Katiel</i> in what was a memorial tatt. "No shit." I pointed to it and looked to Aro.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Katiel</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;"> is another version—the Italian, phonetic, version—of an already Italian name. I know this because back in the day—way back—when I went on my first "assignment" out to Wyoming, I went with Catello Somma. His driver, who spoke his native language, used to call him <i>Katiel</i>, and I wondered why.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Shit." Aro shook his head.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Get the fuck off me!" He tried to pull his arm away.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Empty his pockets," I told Aro, wanting to see his wallet. "You're Catello's son?" Thinking back, I remembered when I was twenty-five—before we iced Catello—he had a son who was nine with the same name.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I thought it'd take a few more years for kids to grow up and seek their revenge.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Catello Junior—we'll call him CJ—never answered me, so I smacked the back of his head, just when Lou came back in. "I'm talking to you!"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Don't drink that!" he told his girl Jen, when Lou helped her sip from the straw.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"You think we'd <i>poison</i> you?" I stood back to cock the slide on my Glock. "That's not my style." He stared at my gun. He was already shaking and sweating so profusely, but still showed no fear. I had a hunch his problems stemmed from a different source.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Aro emptied quite a few things from his pockets—a wallet, a few tiny bags of what looked like heroin, and a small leathered, zippered pouch. The pouch was the first thing I grabbed. "You want this?" I asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">He stared at that shit like his life depended on it, so did his chick. Opening it up, I found a needle, another bag, a lighter, and a spoon. "Don't touch it!"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">As soon as the words left his mouth, I threw it over my shoulder. "Oops." I was dealing with two junkies—no bones about it. Then I turned to kick it away from us, while I heard him spit again. Not feeling anything touch me, it didn't make a fucking difference. I came back to him, hitting him repeatedly in the face while his girl screamed for me to stop. "You're man enough to come kill me, but you ain't speaking?" I laughed, righting him in his chair again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Just kill me!" His face was bloody already. "You won—I was supposed to be somebody. If my-my father was still around—"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Aro?" I asked; he was too busy playing with his phone. "Do you even remember icing Catello?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"You mean the rat?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"My father wasn't a rat!" CJ shouted.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"So that <i>was</i> your pops?" I had his wallet in my hands now, and then I took out his drivers' license that proved my words true. "Your father was a rat." I let his wallet fall to the floor, too. "He made a deal with the D.A., ready to tell them anything he could so he wouldn't do hard time." Him cutting a deal was never proven, but Marcus wanted him gone just in case—and he was Marcus's cousin. Remembering that, my head whipped to Carlisle, who just sat there.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"You still keep in touch with Esme?" As far as I knew, Esme and Didyme never conversed with the Misone family anymore, but you never know.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"I ain't telling you shit!"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Carlisle stood up, gesturing to the kid. "Esme hasn't spoken to her father's family in—"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Answer the question!" I pointed my heat to CJ's knee. From what I hear, a shot to the kneecap is one of the most painful things ever—or maybe I saw it in a movie.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">The kid refused to look at me, and so he got a pop in each of his knees. The blows made him and his chair jump back, and his response was to scream and cry. He was so fucking loud as blood poured from him.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">His girlfriend was crying, too, whimpering and blubbering, but she was kind of yelling in horror.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Sweetheart, tell your man to talk to me," I said.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Cat . . . just . . . just—" she could barely speak, and her stringy hair was obstructing her view. Come to think of it, how the fuck did these two get in, let alone close enough to me? Midnight Sun isn't exactly a fuck-around dance club that lets anyone in. Hate to sound elitist, but you have to look like a high roller most times.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I turned to Carlisle. "You better do something. I don't care what. You're letting this Esme shit sit for too long."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">He trailed his hand through his hair. "I know, but you—I can't."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I nodded. "I'll take care of it."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"No!" Carlisle shouted, and this wasn't the time or place for this conversation. Actually, I made a promise to Bella, and I wanted to get going already.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Sit him up," I sighed. Catello Junior had yet to calm down, but I gestured for Lou to help him, while I bent over to pick up his junkie kit. "You want this . . . the works?" I asked the girl. She turned away from me. Briefly, I thought about having them overdose—putting a little too much in the syringe and watching them die peacefully. It'd be quick, but fuck that.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Th-th-that was your slut wife, right?" Catello decided to speak. "Word on the street is you're too chickenshit to take a goomah—you're a pussy . . . nothing like my cousin. If he and my father were still around—"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Quicker than I thought possible, I drew my nine and popped his girlfriend in the leg. "Keep talking about <i>my wife</i>—" I shouted over her screams. "And I'll keep putting holes in your girlfriend."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Jesus," Carlisle hissed. It made me crack a grin.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Chickenshit." I nodded.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"I almost—I almost—" He could barely talk, but that didn't stop him.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Excuse me?" I stepped closer—not able to hear him over the woman's screams. "Who sent you—how'd you know I'd be here?" I asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"I would have aimed for that cumbag first—"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"I'm sorry." I told the chick, before I put a bullet between her eyes. Her cries were getting on my fucking nerves.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">My actions made Catello Junior squirm in his chair. I thought he should be half passed out by now—loss of blood and fear—but junkie scum run on another wavelength, I guess. "Jen—Jen, baby . . ." he cried.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I laughed, digging into my pocket for a cigarette. He continued, while I smoked and watched. I also looked at the time, seeing that it was nearly five in the morning. "Hey, pussy . . . can you stop crying and tell me something?" I put my cigarette out on his neck. His sweat made the cherry sizzle and die quickly, while I reached into my pocket again—this time for my knife.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Fuck yooou and that ho!" he sang, singing out in agony. "Fuck all of you—I was sup-supposed to be . . ."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I hummed, straightening my knife, and then brought it to his face. The blade sliced into his skin, marking his cheek—all the way down to his lips. Wanting to try something new and being a fan of <i>Batman</i>, I gave him a Joker-style smile. "Beautiful." I stood back, admiring my handiwork. Astonished that I hadn't gotten blood on myself, I dropped the knife to take off my jacket. Sadly, as I took it off, I got some blood on the sleeve. "Fuck." Now I'll have to burn it. "Do you know how much this suit cost?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Fuck . . . fuck you." Catello rasped out. It was hard to make out, and it must have hurt like hell. This dude didn't want to speak, so I was going to make sure he could never do so again—not even in the afterlife, if there is such a thing.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Aro, hold his head." My buddy did what I said, as I pried his fucked-up mouth open and reached for his tongue. It took some elbow muscle, but I was able to cut his tongue clean off.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">More blood spilled, more cries . . .<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">And it made me smile so wide. "What'd you say?" I threw his tongue onto the floor and stepped on it.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Catello Junior was crying and glaring at me.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Oh, no, no, no." I tsked, coming back to him; using my fingers and all my strength to dig into his eye socket.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Interesting enough, it came out with no problem, still attached to his body by vein-like strings—pink and bloodied spaghetti.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Fascinating." I held this fuck's eyeball in my palm. Then I let it drop—hang there. "Why won't you die . . ." I mused, using the knife to cut into his neck. He was going to bleed dry while I watched.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Ed . . ." Carlisle had that tone to his voice.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Stopping my hand, I turned to see my brother looking nauseous.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I laughed. "What?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">This was such a rush, so much more pleasurable than just pulling a trigger. Couldn't they see that? My own heart was beating away in my chest, feeling as though I could run a mile without being winded—fuck the shit out of my wife with such ferocity. I felt like I owned the fucking world, like I snorted three lines and was flying—only I hadn't taken anything.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"I haven't had the chance to play in so long." I was drunk with happiness.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">When Carlisle and Aro shared a look, I relented. "Fine." Bringing my hands and the knife up, I brought them back down with force—stabbing him in the heart, only to twist it. He stiffened, making an odd noise, before he went limp. Pulling the knife out of his chest, I backed away to grab a bar towel to wipe my hands.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Finish it." My buddies knew I wasn't in this alone. One-by-one, Aro, Carlisle, and Lou drew their nines to shoot Catello Junior.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">He was already dead, but it was principle. When they were through, I wanted to leave—still feeling so fucking amazing. "Lou . . . you clean."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"I'll help you," Aro said.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Bet." I clapped my hands. "C, go grab a car."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Skip," Aro slowly walked to me, "you-you shouldn't go home like this."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Looking down at my ruined suit, I agreed. "I have clothes in the office—I'll clean up and change."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"No, I mean . . ." Aro seemed frightened, and I had never see my buddy look this way before. "I'll go with you." He slapped my back.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"What?" I shook my head. "You okay?" Chuckling, I used Lou's neglected bottle of water to wash off my hands.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Me?" He pointed to myself. "I-I'm fine. I just, uh, you know. You're a little hyped up right now. MC's probably sleeping . . . "<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">My stomach tied in knots, wanting to get home to my love so badly. "She's going to be so mad . . . I'm late." For some reason it seemed like the funniest thing in the world, and then I was bent over in hysterics.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Bro, you think I could stay over?" Carlisle asked. He and Aro were acting so funny—staring at me like I was crazy.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"What the fuck?" I widened my arms. "I'll take a fucking cab home." When I turned for the exit, Carlisle beat me there.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"I'll get my—a car." He shrugged.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Aro tossed him a set of keys. "My shit's parked on 63rd," he said.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Carlisle nodded, running up the stairs.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"You guys are . . ." I trailed off, draping my jacket over my forearm to follow my brother.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Skip!"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I turned to Aro.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">He stared at me for a long moment and didn't say anything.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"What?" These two were pissing me the fuck off.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Nothing." He rushed out. "Have a good night—let MC sleep."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Shaking my head, I left Aro and Lou with my dead.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">The club was practically empty now, except for a few of our guys, a bartender, Momo, and Jasper. He was in the office. Unfortunately, since he doesn't have Marcy anymore, he actually has to run this place.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Where?" he asked, as soon as I entered the office. He was counting money at the desk and wore a mortified expression.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I laughed. "The basement—back room. That's what it's there for . . . you know." My hands were clean as I reached into the bottom file cabinet. I've had a pair of jeans and a shirt in there for years, along with an old pair of kicks. "I'll be back."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Once I was in our private bathroom, I gave myself a shower with the sink—discarding my clothes to a small pile on the floor. The blood came off easily, making a pink pool in the white basin.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">My body clean—my hands spanned the edge of the sink, and I leaned forward to stare into the mirror. Usually, I have a pair of green orbs staring back at me, but right now they were black—dark as night—and huge, dilated, and my smile never faltered.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Back in the day, it used to be hard to look at myself after a kill like that. Not tonight, though—tonight, I was in awe of my reflection.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Ed?" Jasper knocked.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Shaking my head, I faced the door, grabbing a towel. "'Sup?" I dried my upper body.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Just . . . checking."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"What is up with you assholes?" I chuckled, reaching to place my t-shirt on.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"You look like a sick fuck—that's what," he mumbled back to me, and my blood boiled.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Ripping the door open, I was in his face fast. "What'd you say to me?" My hands grasped his collar, and I slammed him against the opposite wall.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Let go of me," my cousin said through clenched teeth. "Finish cleaning up and go have a drink—don't go home like this."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Pissed, I fucking let him go.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">He straightened his clothes, still staring with that judgmental gaze of his.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"You have five seconds to get the fuck away from me." Even if I was still in boxers, I grabbed my nine from the paper towel dispenser. "One."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Jasper shook his head, disappearing quickly.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I had a laugh at his expense while I finished getting dressed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Before I left, I cornered Momo and asked him how Catello got into the club. He was fast to say that another bouncer vouched for him—some kid named Lenny—and that was when I knew what I'd be doing tomorrow. Afraid the kid might run off, I sent Momo to his crib—told him to take a few guys with him—and bring him back to O'Reilly's. If I'm going to do this shit again, I might as well do it right—at the correct location—and hopefully I get a few more answers than I did tonight. Mainly, I wondered if Esme paid someone to off me.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">On the sidewalk, I lit a cigarette before I hopped into the Escalade with my plastic bag, which held my suit. My brother was busy fiddling with the radio, as he idled on the curb. "Aro's CDs suck," he said.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I reached over his head, grabbing the mix CD that Aro has in the visor. It's blank, doesn't have a name, but it had some old school Mobb Deep and some Nas on it. "Put that shit on."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">The first song that blared from the speakers was "Quiet Storm"—my favorite song from back in the day. "This used to be my shit." I turned the volume up high.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Carlisle nodded, letting out a chuckle as he peeled away from the curb. As we drove, I told Carlisle about that kid Lenny, and he told me I was a wise guy—not some serial killer. He called me Dexter, and I had no idea what the fuck that meant . . . told him to go fuck himself.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Still in the car—now we were on the BQE and close to my crib—I was also amped. My leg bounced up and down during the whole ride. My mind also wondered, thinking about Carlisle and his little situation. "Yo . . . when's Es coming back from the Bahamas?" I asked. "She leaves tomorrow, or should I say later today?" <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Edward." Carlisle had a hard edge to his voice. "Don't touch her."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Don't?" I thought that was funny. "You're telling me no?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Look, I told you why . . . she did some shit, and a part of me can relate to it. I don't know. I fucked up—I was fucking around. Just because I don't want to be with her, doesn't mean I want my girls' mother to get clipped."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"I just want to ask her a few questions . . . and she's got this sudden hard-on for me, too." I shrugged. "It's not about Candace."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">He swallowed, his face etched in stone. The light from the stereo lit up the cab, making his features shadowed and giving him a menacing appearance. "I could never forgive you," he whispered.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"You'd clip me—you'd try to clip me?" I pointed to myself. "We can settle this shit right now." My stomach tied in knots and my muscles stiffened, staring at the fucker while he continued to drive and wondering if he had a death wish. "Let me know." I wanted it—more than I've wanted anything in a long time. The both of them—fuck them both and let them die together, I thought.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">He glanced at me. "Relax . . . Esme hasn't spoken to her father's family in years."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"How do you know?" I raised a brow, as he veered off the highway. "How <i>the fuck </i>do you know?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">My brother groaned. "I don't—not for sure, but I highly doubt it. Please, Ed . . . think." He pointed to his temple. "You say this shit now . . . Give me a few days." He looked back to me, stopping at a light. "You don't owe me a goddamn thing . . . but I need this. Don't clip Esme."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Gritting my teeth together, I agreed, "Fine. One more strike . . ." I laughed, "You going to wait until I'm in a body bag—'til there's a tag on <i>my</i> fucking toe, or on Bella's, before you do something? 'Cause I am not going to let that happen. I have enough people trying to whack me. And none of them . . . are—can get as close as your wife," I finished, taking a large cleansing breath as I did.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Carlisle cleared his throat, smacking his cigarette pack into my chest. "Just—just relax. Not everyone is trying to kill you."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I nodded, knowing I exaggerated a little—but only a little. "Regardless . . . I wanna talk to her."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"No!" he shouted.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Pull over!" I yelled back, seeing red—my chest heaved and my heart threatened to leap out of my chest. My brother was dead—nobody tells me no, and yet my mind was completely fucked—needing something—needing an outlet.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Edward . . ." Carlisle sped up, slightly moving away from me.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">My breaths were labored as I stared at him—my gaze never faltering as I swore I'd crack a tooth, I was grinding my teeth so hard.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"We're two blocks away from your house," he whispered, driving faster than what's allowed on Brooklyn streets.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"She leaves New York," I said. "Pack up your kids, pack up her fucking mother—her—any-fucking-thing that is Esme or any relation. I want them gone." My words were calm—not rushed—and slow so he'd know I was serious. "I'll kill her . . . I'll do it while you watch, and then you'll follow. You hear me, Carlisle? Get that bitch you married out of New York."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">He gave me a fleeting glance. "We're going back to the apartment." He passed my house.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"What—go the fuck back!" I hollered, reaching out and punching the dashboard.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Easy! You're not even you right now, okay? Just listen to me—"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Fuck you!" I spat.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"I'm not taking you home like this. Bella says the wrong thing—fucking denies sex or something, and you'll fucking—"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"You're insane. I'd never hurt her." At the mention of her name, I calmed down some.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"You'll see her in a few hours." He stopped at another light. "We'll get something to eat. We'll—"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Seething, I grabbed my bag and left the car. I left the door open, too, and casually walked across the street—turning to flip my brother the middle finger as I did so. If looks could kill, I'd be dead from the ice-cold gaze my brother had on me, but I didn't give a fuck.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">The streets were quiet as I closed the distance to my home. Smelling the air, I remembered my childhood—summer nights being close to the bay and breathing in the sea-trash scent from the polluted, murky water. It was hot and the stars were out; meanwhile, the birds sang because it was so close to sunrise.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Greeting Nunzio and Mauro, who were in Mauro's car, I heard music coming from my house. Wondering what was going on, I placed my finger to my lips as I crossed the lawn. Going into the backyard, I peered into the window. I saw Bella—still dressed from the club, but barefoot—licking a spoon as she danced around the kitchen. She was cooking, singing, and looked so beautiful. I wanted her—so fucking bad, did I want her. My wife needed to be under me, over me—or bent over the counter she's leaning on now, grabbing some shit out the cabinet.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Her dark hair flowed down her back, while her curvaceous hips kept time with the beat. Every once in a while she'd stop to smile—maybe thinking about me.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">With a little pep to my step, I practically skipped up the walkway. I waved Nunzio and Mauro away. When they left, I let myself into the house.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">The music was still going as I slowly made my way to the kitchen. Rocky came out to say hello and sniff the plastic bag I had with me. Remembering they were blood-splattered, I placed the bag on a chair—hopefully out of his reach—before I chilled in the doorway. Bella continued doing what she was doing, and by now I smelled that she was frying chicken.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I smiled because I love fried chicken—I love her. The amount of love . . . Christ. There's no measurement, but it's enough to make my chest ache at times, enough to wish the world was dead, save my children, so we can just be.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">What would it take for us to just be?</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">When Bella turned, she jumped and held her chest. "You scared me," she giggled. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;">The sound made me smile wider; meanwhile, my wife's face fell. "Are you okay?"</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Surprised by that response, I shrugged my shoulders, walking closer.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">She backed up. "I—I was just making food." Her gaze fell on a steak knife. In fact, she stared at it for a beat too long, which made me stop where I was. All these questions flashed through my mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Did she think I was going to hurt her?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Would she stab my ass if I tried?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">In this moment, there was something so hot and exciting about it. Bella definitely would stab my ass—as a warning, something to wake my brain up and make me act right.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">My dick was so fucking hard it strained against my fly. "Come here." I pointed to the floor, because I had no intentions of harming my wife and I didn't want to get stabbed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Bella was scared, taking each step with caution, and she had no reason to be.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"What's with you?" I asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">She smiled, shaking her head. "I don't know . . . you-you startled me."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I stared at her for a while, studying her beautiful features. Everything that is her—Bella, my wife—is perfect. "Gorgeous." I palmed her cheek.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">She took a deep breath, her breasts rising, and they were all I saw now. I touched them, thumbing her nipples over the fabric. Bella sighed, her eyes fluttering closed, but I could still see the fire behind them. She was no longer frightened, but turned on.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">And both . . . both—being frightened and turned the fuck on is the best combination imaginable. Bella told me that once. It was years ago. "Did I tell you how hot <i>you </i>were tonight?" She gave me a crooked grin. "Practically controlling the club and just—just you being you." She took a step closer, reaching for me.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I gathered her into my arms, hugging her tightly. "I missed you." My fingers wove into her long hair, and then I held it to my nose. She smelled heavenly, just like she did hours ago.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Edward—too, too tight."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Pausing, I gritted my teeth together—wanting to rip the dress off and fuck the shit of her right where we stood. Instead, I roamed my hands down her back, enjoying her softness.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">She yanked on a lock of my hair. "I can't breathe, dummy—"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I laughed, letting her go just a little and nuzzling my nose to hers. "Did you miss me?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">She smiled, this one genuine. "Of course, I did." She searched my eyes. Hers were still a bit guarded, and I wished they weren't.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"I won't hurt you," I whispered.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, never breaking my stare.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"You know that, right?" My insides were a mess now—so hyper, so excited to see her, and hornier than fuck. The whole night I had my hands on her—at least one—to let every fucker know that she—the sexiest, most beautiful chick at the club—was mine. I hoped we'd leave before the place cleared out, just so everyone could see me leave with her—my beauty, my wife.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Before we start tearing clothes off . . . can you tell me what happened?" she asked. "You look—Christ, Edward—your eyes." She smoothed out one of my brows. "You did something tonight."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"I did," I admitted.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"You were doing coke?" She scrunched her nose. "We're a little old for that." Her hands ran up my torso.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Nope . . . only alcohol, but I'm high off your love." I gathered her hands in my own to kiss her palms.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Bella nodded. "Did you want to eat first? I think—I think you should relax and we can talk . . ." She looked back to the oven. "Then we can . . . I waited all night." She licked her lips. "But you definitely need a minute . . . or ten." She winked.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I shook my head no. "I want you. I don't want food, and I don't want to talk. I want you." Palming her ass, I pulled her onto my erection. "Now."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Her fingers wove into my hair, and I tossed my head back—loving the feeling. "I love you, Edward." She nipped my chin, scraping her teeth down my jaw. Fuck. I loved the way that felt, too. My whole body felt alive—each touch from her waking me a little more.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I laughed. "Oh, baby . . . you-you have no idea." My hands came up to cup her face. "I love you so much . . . thank you for coming tonight."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">She giggled, placing her hands on mine. "You keep saying that . . . where would I be? You go; I go . . . if I'm allowed to." She let out a snort, and it made me keep chuckling.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"You know I always want you with me." Backing up a step, my hands trailed lower to rest on her hips. "This dress . . ." I thought it'd look better on the floor. "Take it off."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Bella reached to lift her hair, turning her back to me. "Get the zipper."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Pulling her in close, my finger touched the zipper and followed it—admiring how small it was. It went mid-back, where the fabric still flowed, bunching a bit at the waist.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Edward?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Swallowing, I slowly brought it down—nearly gasping as her shoulders and skin came into view. She was just gorgeous. "Stay like that," I said softly, my hands gently easing the silk off of her. She shivered under my touch, sighing as it fell away.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I stared at the small beauty mark on her neck and leaned in to place a kiss on it, while my hands pushed the dress onto the floor. My thumbs hooked into her panties, and they went, too. "That's beautiful," I said, having an awe-like tone. We've been married for years, and the sight of her still excites me to no end.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Bella kicked them off and stepped away. Then she gasped when I pulled her into me. "Where you going?" I asked. That fearful look in her eyes was back, and I didn't like it. "I'm sorry . . . What?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">She shook her head. "I wanted to shut off the stove."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I kissed her lips. "Okay." Letting her go, I admired her ass. It was plump, full, and I knew it was so fucking soft. With the touch of a button, the flame was gone, and she turned to me, covering her tits as she did so.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Everyone was acting weird tonight, but I was about to remedy Bella's problem. I just didn't know where—I wanted to fuck her on every square inch of this house. "The A/C is too high," she commented. "And this light is too damn bright." Now she grumbled, looking up to the ceiling, while she still covered herself.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I hated it. She should never cover herself—not from me anyway.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Sit." I smacked my hand down on the counter.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Bella grinned, holding onto my shoulders as I helped her hop up there.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Lay back . . . spread your legs." I licked my lips, ever so excited. My heart was going nuts again— the anticipation unreal.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Um . . ." Bella looked around herself and then up to the light, while she covered her stomach.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"What's the problem?" I asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"No-nothing." She did as I said, opening herself for me and leaning on her elbows. "What happened to your suit?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Shaking my head, my hands came out to palm her tits. Her stomach quivered, as a small moan left her lips. "You like that?" I pinched her nipples, pulling them, and thus her, to me, so I could kiss those lips, as my hips eased between her legs.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"All night," she said.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"All night what?" My right hand left her breast to message her clit. She was so fucking wet already. "Christ." My finger came up to her mouth. "Suck it clean." I moved my finger in and out slowly while I felt her tongue circle it. "Now let me . . . " She came forward, tangling her tongue with mine so I could taste her. Bella's arms wrapped around my neck and my hands undid my jeans.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">While never breaking the kinkiest—sloppiest—kiss ever, I kicked off my shoes and then my pants and boxers. My dick sprang free and hit the silverware drawer below Bella. Being so hard, it stung a little, but made me laugh into her mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Easy, baby," she whispered, staring into my eyes and placing her hands on my chest. "Just . . . take a minute," she pleaded, not with her words but with her eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"I'm fine."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Edward . . . no you're not." She rubbed my shoulders. "I know you. I know something happened, and you lost it—lost your temper. I'm your wife . . . I know every look in your eyes and what each one means. You're riding an adrenaline high right now, I think. I can feel it, too." She kissed my lips. "It's coming off of you. You either killed someone or came close to it."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">My chest heaved, staring back at her—wanting and needing her, to be inside her so fucking bad. "You want me to stop?" It pained me to ask, but with that short sentence, my heart slowed just a little.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">She crookedly grinned. "No way . . . you're finishing this." She kissed me again quickly. "I want you to want <i>me</i>—not fuck me because you're pissed." She reached down to stroke me, and I shuddered—groaning from her touch that almost felt like an electric shock.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Always—it's always you. I always want you," I spluttered out, smacking her hand away and gathering her into my arms. I held her close as I made a quick dash for our bedroom.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Bella laughed as I tossed her onto the bed. "You're so . . . so fucking sexy."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">That made me smile while I took off my shirt. "So are you, Mrs. Cullen."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">She turned to crawl higher onto the bed, and I jumped onto it—going to her on my knees. I hovered quickly, my chest touching her back and my dick resting against her ass. "Can I?" I asked, kissing her shoulder blade and grabbing my cock.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Bella hummed, leaning down and sticking herself out. Seeing her like that was the most precious sight I've even been granted. "I can't go slow—not tonight," I warned, ramming into her once. The force with which I entered her made my wife fall into the bed—she was okay—but with that one thrust everything slowed down. I felt whole—all right—for the first time in hours. Within her, I felt safe—home—and so fucking amazing.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">My wife now lay on her stomach, while I leaned back to grasp her hips. "You . . . okay?" I panted.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">She swallowed, licking her lips and staring over her shoulder. Her coy smile said a lot, and I didn't need an answer.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Good." My hips came back to pound into her again, and I let out a loud cry. "Fuck!" She felt too good—it's not possible. Like every time, I didn't know if I was lucky or if my wife had a super, special pussy—one just made for me.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">My forearms came out to hook under her arms and lift her, wanting to be close and get as deep as I could. "I love you," I said through clenched teeth, grabbing a handful of hair, and yet tossing her away a bit.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Fuck me," she whined, moaning and bouncing back off of me.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">With my hand tangled in her long tresses, I slammed into her—over and over with no regard. There was no slow, no going easy, as I pounded my wife's pussy—probably the hardest than I ever had before. I needed it—it was my lifeline.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod," she mumbled out so fast and shaky. Every jumbled word that fell from her lips made my smile even bigger.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Whose pussy?" I grunted out, taking her ankle and flipping her over.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Yours . . .Edward, it's yours." She was whining again, reaching to hold my face.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Good." My hands roamed down her torso, and she tried to touch my cock. "Nope."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"S' my dick." She shivered when it grazed her.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Shut up." I leaned away, taking my cock and slapping it against her clit.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Bella was on her elbows, watching and panting, while her eyelids were half-closed. "I clipped two people after you left," I whispered.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Her eyes riveted to mine, but the look in them—the lust—never left.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Two people came to the club to ice me." I entered her again, pinning her to the bed, while trying to keep some of my weight off of her.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Fuck!" Bella pulled my hair. "What'd—what'd—"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Leaning away again, my hands held her waist as my hips moved at a new velocity.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Slap. Slap. Slap. She was so fucking wet—practically dripping by now, as her nails scratched down my chest. "Edward . . ." She was about to come.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Do it," I groaned out. "Come." My head bent low to bite her nipple. She screamed out, tightening around me, pulling me in and out by her pussy. The feeling—Christ—that feeling. I almost followed, but I wasn't finished yet, and so I rolled us over.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">With my hands, I steadied her on top of me. She was a winded mess, hair all over as she held her head. "Fuck." She breathed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">She wasn't up for it yet, so I grabbed her hips—my own digging into the bed so I could fuck her—pound into her this way. I moved her on top of me, while she placed her hands on my chest, enjoying the ride. My wife looked fucking gorgeous—head thrown back, mouth open, and her eyes were closed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Sit on my face." I kept speaking, but not giving her a chance to follow me. My body scooted low, while I pulled her pussy onto my face. Letting out a deep growl, I sucked her clit slowly. She ground her shit into my mouth, and I took whatever she gave me, drinking it all—her—in.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Edward . . . oh, God . . . that's it." She cheered me on.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Around my tongue, she pulsated, soaking it with her climax. I pushed her off of me fast, getting her on her knees again to enter her. After sucking my own fingers into my mouth, I took them out to place them at her asshole—getting that wet by rubbing the spit in and applying pressure. Bella moaned out some more—slowing her bouncing with curiosity.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Our bond—us—is so strong, I could feel her emotions in this moment. "Relax." I moved slower too, sneaking one of my fingertips inside of her. "Play with your clit."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Her hand disappeared, her head resting on the mattress, as I snuck in another finger—she was so open, so aroused already.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Relax." My thrusts were easy now, my fingers moving with them—going deeper with each. "Easy." I kept saying words like that; meanwhile, I was as wild as ever—my insides crazy, even if my body didn't show it right now—with so many feelings running through me. "Grab me the lube." Bella was closest to the nightstand, able to reach into the drawer. My cock was probably wet enough, but I didn't want to risk it.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Bella tried not to move her body, and my cock still fell out of her, but my fingers did not—buried much deeper. "Ouch." She winced, tossing the small bottle back to me.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"You have to relax." If she doesn't, I'll hurt her, and this won't work.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Sorry. I just . . ." My baby came back to me, when I twirled my finger around her clit.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"There we go," I whispered softly, watching her shoulders slump a bit. "Take over."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">When her hand touched mine, I pulled out of her—my fingers and cock—to sit back on my legs. Opening the lubrication, I smeared some on my digits, and then they entered her again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">My fingers fucked her ass slowly, while I placed kisses all along her cheeks—biting, licking, and sucking the soft skin. Bella dug it; she always does, and my other hand came up so I could massage her clit.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">My cock was still as hard as ever—reveling in her moans. The sounds coming from my wife's mouth were driving me wild. "No one's here," I reminded her, wanting to hear her scream. She was pretty loud already, but I'm greedy, and I always want more.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Apparently, she does too. "More," she shouted. "Fuck my ass, please . . . I want more." She kept bucking back into my hand with force.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"You sure?" I asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Fuck, baby . . . don't make me beg." She moaned.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I growled, my hand going a little faster—as fast as I could, while she let out a wail. She wanted it bad, just like I did—because in this moment, I wanted nothing more than to fuck her ass.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">After I poured some more jelly onto my dick and smeared a droplet on her, I massaged it into her, my cock entering her pussy swiftly again to get her lost. Once Bella was moaning and thrashing, from having all three spots hit again—I left, my dick going slightly up to apply slow pressure. "Are you okay?" I leaned forward and put more KY over my dick, hoping it was slippery enough. Bella says I waste it, but I like to make sure.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">She nodded; we gasped as the head entered her, disappearing with the slightest, slowest movement of my hips. When I was halfway in, I moved back a little, sneaking my clean hand under to finger her pussy. Bella's fingers were toying with her clit. "Tell me about . . . about—" A raspy cry fell from her lips, my cock going deeper.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I groaned, my eyes rolling back as I stilled—giving her a minute to adjust. "Re-remember Catello?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Bella never answered, moving slowly against me—taking more of me into her with every thrust.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"His son came—seeking revenge." I bent low to kiss up her spine. "You're so gorgeous." The curve of her back—seeing her . . . being inside her like this . . . there were no words. "I stabbed him in the heart. He was trying to take mine away from me."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Oh . . . fuck." Bella's hips moved again. "Edward—"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">That was my cue to go, and I did—remembering my kill from earlier, remembering all of it. With no abandon, I moved. And I only stopped when my wife would scream out—not in ecstasy—when I was going too hard. I hated myself for getting carried away, but Bella never asked me to stop. She cried out more in pleasure than pain. For all I know, she dug the pain, too. She also liked my words, and I had no idea why.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Harder!" She fisted the sheets, pulling them away from the bed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"I cut out his tongue." Her ass was so tight—so fucking wet and warm. "Fuck!" My fingers dug into her hips, and I knew there would be bruises in the morning. For some reason, I didn't care right now.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Bella's hand was moving so fast below us, and then I saw a stream of liquid hit the bed while she screamed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Damn." I grunted—going faster. From the sight alone, from her clenching me so tight, I held her hips to me—the fire starting and spreading in my gut as I came as deep as I could inside her.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Pausing and limp on top of her, I tried to catch my breath. "You okay?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">She moaned, lazily lying there, too. "More—more than okay."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">It made me smile, and my cock slowly left her. Then I collapsed to her side. She was on me fast, kissing me—sticking her tongue down my throat as she groaned. "I love you. That was amazing."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"With you . . . it's always amazing. Every day of my life, since you've been in it . . . has been amazing. I love—" My hands tangled into her hair, kissing her deeply once again. "I love you, too." We stared into each other's eyes, while my thumb rubbed up and down her spine.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Finally, my high had come to an end, and I felt a bit emotional—like I was down, and yet still so fucking happy. "How'd I get this lucky?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Bella grinned. "I ask myself that every day."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I hummed, wanting to buy the world, put a bow on it, and give it to her on her birthday.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">She groaned out, in the good way. "What was that? That was amazing." She moaned, placing kisses on my chest. "What are you . . . twenty-five again?" She giggled, running her hands up my shoulders as she lay on top of me.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I blew out a breath. "Felt like it . . . for a while there." Grinning, I hugged her to me, and we snuggled.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"I have to shower soon . . . I'm leaking—feel juicy." Her words—although out there—didn't ruin the moment.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">"Can I join you?" I yawned.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">She sighed, nestling deeper into me, and I knew we'd be asleep in five minutes.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Thank you for reading.</span></b><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Please leave me your thoughts.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Constructive Criticism - it is criticism that is kindly meant and has a goal of improving some area of another person's work. It should be a reasoned, unemotional response IN AN EFFORT TO TEACH. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Cyber-bullying - is the use of social networking sites such as Facebook and Twitter to harass, threaten or intimidate someone. Cyber-bullying is often done by children, who have increasingly early access to these technologies. The problem is compounded by the fact that a bully can hide behind an electronic veil, disguising his or her true identity. This secrecy makes it difficult to trace the source and encourages bullies to behave more aggressively than they might face-to-face.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Unfortunately, the latter topic often occurs within fanfiction, but is disguised as or coined criticism, but it is NEVER CONSTRUCTIVE, and it has gotten considerably worse the in past few months. It is also a very common reason as to why great authors pull their stories - their work - because they are unjustly judged and/or ridiculed for their subject matter, writing style, or . . . I, personally, believe jealousy might have a lot to do with it. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Speaking of, since when did fanfiction become a competition?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">This fandom used to be such a fun place; however, at every turn there's unwarranted ugliness, problems between authors, authors complaining about flames, or readers complaining about authors. <i>"How dare s/he write that?"</i> The last I heard, we authors wrote OUR stories the way we see them told. If every version of each character were the same, and the same issues plagued them, why bother reading fanfiction? Just read the books the characters stem from. But I digress . . .<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">For every flame an author gets via a review, they get ten, twenty, sometimes a hundred more reviews singing their praises. There are pros and cons, and I will admit that some wonderful people extremely outweigh the bad. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">And there might be a couple who believe your story is wonderful, but . . . disagree with comma placement, quotations, semicolons – jacked-up grammar or problems with flow. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I think those are okay. Me? Personally, as a writer in this fandom, I dig those reviews - I love every one and would never ostracize someone for their constructive comments. Those who have left them for me know that I have written them back with a "thank you".<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I will not share any of my own reviews, out of respect to my readers, but I'll give examples. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I feel like doing cartwheels after these: <i>"Wow. This was an amazing chapter."</i> Or, the reader goes on to highlight his or her favorite lines or plot points. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I feel like going back and trying to correct after these, which is fine because writing is also a learning process - for those of us who are not trained or did not go to school for creative writing. <i>"I really like this story, but your grammar needs work. It didn't flow smoothly, and I became lost halfway through. I still like the premise, and these problems are easily fixed with a little help."</i> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">And then there are the reviews that make some authors second guess themselves. It's true; they're only words, and . . . this is an actual review I have received, but have since blocked this person, so I no longer worry about offending them. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i>"First of all, is English your first language? This is horrible and a sad excuse of a story. Your parents should be ashamed to call you their daughter. You use foul language instead of picking up a thesaurus to find words to accurately depict your character's feelings. You write about low-lives and expect people to fawn over your leading male character? Try again because your story sucks. I am surprised I lasted this long. You should consider yourself lucky."</i> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">After that review, my story was reported, and then taken down from Fanfiction.net; meanwhile, there was no rape, rough, or explicit sex in it - nor was there violence. On occasion, I get PMs from people telling me off. They have no bearing on my real life, neither do those who post their hate for everyone to see, but since I put SO MUCH of myself into my writing, it hurts. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">It hurts very much on a deep, emotional level, like I would imagine it would pain others. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">We're a very passionate and opinionated group, and sharing and expressing such things (opinions or thoughts) are not a crime, but leave the unwarranted, harmful, heinous words behind - the words that don't help, but only leave pain in their wake.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">It's also a completely other thing to just "dislike" a story and to that we give the responses: <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i>"To each their own"<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i>"Different strokes for different folks" </i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Or my personal favorite. <i>"Eh . . . it's not for everyone, but thanks for giving it a try." </i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">We're shielded by our anonymity. We have cute and witty pen names, but behind every screen and computer there is a person with feelings. I'm sure most of you who are reading this blog post were privy to an altercation that occurred last night, think that's the cause of this whole . . . rant? Most of it is, as I am sick of defending my work, and I am also hearing from others who are tired of doing the same. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Too many greats are leaving us - The Twi-Fic Fandom, and it's sad. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Thumper said it best, and we've heard it time and time again from our parents:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i>"If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all." </i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">When someone posts or shares their negativity, half of their buddies will agree, while the rest of us will just wonder, <i>"Why? What was the point?"</i> And a select few will quietly bow out, while one or two might disagree, and ask they not say any more bad things. I won't lie; I'm no saint, and I flounce A LOT, but I quietly move on and would never inform the author or speak publicly about it. Just because something is not my cup of tea, I could never imagine insulting the author or putting down the story just because<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> I</i> do not like it. I also would never wonder why anyone else would like it or why something I may not dig has thousands of reviews.<i> "Do people actually like this?"</i> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I'd never ask myself that, since I - personally - LOVE those off the wall, outlandish and original plots, which may be too bizarre for some people. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i>"One man's steaming pile of dog shit is another man's Mona Lisa." </i>I think my mother said that, but I don't know who may have said the phrase before her.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Then there are those who argue: You write in a public forum. You put yourself out there, and so you should expect mixed reviews. If you can't take the heat, then get the fuck out the kitchen. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">That's right, abso-fucking-lutely correct. We, authors, put our stories and ourselves out there. We write to entertain ourselves, because we have a story to tell, we write for fun. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Those mixed reviews? Well, they shouldn't make an author cry, second guess themselves, or make them feel like garbage, like they're being bullied. If people cannot take constructive criticism, then fanfiction is definitely not the correct place for them. But I wouldn't expect anyone to ACCEPT hate, just because . . . <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Furthermore, how many of us truly know each other or our back stories or if . . . What if the next person you or whomever offends isn't mentally stable? We hear about it all the time on the news. Not too long ago, a ten year old took his life because he couldn't take being bullied anymore, on the internet and at school. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">These flamers, these ignorant people who aim to hurt and unfairly make judgments for their own, sick amusement are just as bad as those real-life bullies at the local elementary, middle, and high school. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Trust me; all of this . . . this whole blog post, has been building and building inside me all fucking week, and I'm so sick of bitching about it. I'll post this, share my story, and then that's it. If it gets to be too much, I'll just quietly disappear. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">All this bullying, flames, nasty comments and people . . . it’s getting to me. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Does it make me ignorant for hating HATE? Yeah, it probably does, and it probably makes me wrong that certain actions elicit anger, which makes me come back and respond to crap - crap that I should let roll off my back. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">But this bullying---the hate--has to stop. I/we can't control the world. Reacting to hate and insults with more insults doesn't make it right. I always try to keep that in mind, but it's hard. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Maybe we could try, as a fandom. Maybe we can stop the negativity, these flames and the hurtful words. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">We have to start somewhere, right? I'm reaching out to you, my people, the Twi-Fic Fandom, who I consider family. And as family, we have drama, but I'd be there for any one of you - fight for you - so I hope most of you will stand behind me in my thoughts and my views. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">You don’t have to like my stories, that’s fine with me, but please take my words to heart.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I went from constructive criticism, to harmful and hurtful flames—which is cyber-bullying no matter how you sugar coat it—and then to a RL/personal story. But . . . anyone who knows me knows I'm a wordy whore. I have so many thoughts, they all just run together. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Regardless, I hope you all got the message. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">My last thought is a good one. I have met so many wonderful people through Facebook, Twitter, and fanfiction in general. I truly cherish many—whom I should and could call soul mates, as they understand me a lot better than my own family. I have made best friends for life in SO many people. It’s not all bad—the experiences. Like I said earlier, for every few people who dislike you, you have more people who love you—who make IT ALL worth it in the end. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">She didn’t write it, but a wise person once told me, <i>"People may not remember exactly what you did, or what you said, but they will always remember how you made them feel." -</i><o:p></o:p></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Maya Angelou</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">And that fact alone sent Bella into a whirlwind of depression. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">She needed to see the cock; she needed to have one inside of her, and she was through waiting for love.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Now, Miss Swan—who also suffered from severe anxiety—was very nervous about losing her virginity. So, she did what any normal, curious girl would do.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">That's right, ladies and gentlemen, Miss Swan took a small, travel-size bottle of shampoo and broke her own cherry. It wasn't as painful as she thought it would be, but she did bleed, and that put her mind at ease. She didn't want her first time to be painful. She also didn't care who it was with.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">She enlisted the help of her childhood friend, Emmett—a very open, homosexual male. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">He wasn't interested at all—even if he was thoroughly curious about "the pussy", himself.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">He agreed, after she promised to wash his Jeep and give him fifty dollars after.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">And that's how she found herself, lying stock-still and naked in her bed one day after school—covered by a heavy quilt, of course.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">"Okay...do it." She closed her eyes tightly and braced herself for the cock.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Emmett sighed. "I know you don't expect me to just jump right in there." He snapped his fingers.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">"Think about Edward; I will." Bella said, and she did. She began to think about Edward, the most gorgeous, unattainable guy at their school: his disheveled hair, green eyes, and handsome face.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">"Well, if I squint my eyes closed tightly—no, I don't think this is going to work." Emmett said.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Bella leaned up on her elbows and stared down at herself. "Is it me? Am I that hideous?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Emmett shrugged. "You're okay..."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">"Just—just make it big and then put it in me...wear a condom though...I mean, you don't even have to kiss me, just put it inside of me." Bella shrugged. "And you said I could see it." She looked to his crotch.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Emmett looked put out when he unraveled his lace scarf from around his neck and began to undress. He did it quickly while Bella watched.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">She stared, fascinated, and longed for the big reveal, or in Emmett's case—just the reveal.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Emmett's dick was small, sad and ugly looking. "See?" He pointed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Bella grimaced. "Do they all look like that?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">He shook his head no. "My parents, they didn't want to get me circumsized—they agreed that it would be my choice." He stared down at his own dick. "I like it—it has its own casing."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">"Um...can you peel it back, and let me see...um...yeah?" Bella pointed and waited patiently as Emmett began to peel the foreskin away from his flaccid penis.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Bella's mortified expression intensified when there wasn't much underneath all that skin. She didn't know what to think as it began to grow in size too. Emmett not only peeled the skin back, he brought it back down, and away again—until he grasped his baloney-pony and threw his head back. A sigh escaped his lips, as Bella's lips were parted—this time, she marveled at what he was doing. No longer was she horrified, because she hated to admit that the sounds of pleasure coming from Emmett did something to her. His grunts, his groans, and just . . . how big that fucking thing got, filled her stomach with an odd anticipatory feeling.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">She thought about the Chia Pet commercial.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Ch-ch-ch-chia! </span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Right before her eyes, Emmett's cock just grew larger and larger.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">"I think...um...I think I'm ready." Emmett blew out a breath.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Bella nodded and closed her eyes again before she threw herself back down. "Tell—tell me before you do it."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">"Bee, I think it would be easier for me if you were um...on all fours?" he asked. "And if you could slump down, and maybe cover your head with a pillow—that'd be awesome."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">"Right." Bella breathed with a new shakiness to her voice. She pulled the quilt to cover her body, and crawled to the middle of the bed. She made sure her whole body continued to stay covered as she pulled the blanket away from her ass. "How's this?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">"What?" Emmett asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">"How's this?" she said a little louder.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">"Perfect...I'll tell you when—hey, you have any lotion?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Bella quickly stuck her head out to point at her chest of drawers. Emmett, without missing a beat, waltzed over to grab her bottle of Jergens. He brought the bottle back over to the bed, dug a condom out of his nap sack, and lost his wood.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">"What are you doing?" Bella waved her ass in the air.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">"This is a lot of pressure, okay? You're cleaning my room, too."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">"Fine." Bella grumbled. "Just hurry up."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">With a few quick flicks with his wrist, Emmett was ready to go again. He placed the condom on rapidly, dumped some Jergens into his palm, and stared curiously at Bella's asshole. He noticed that there was another hole right below it and knew that was his target.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">He slapped the lotion down onto his cock anyway. He had heard from the guys at school just how wet girls can be, but he didn't want to risk it with Bella. He thought he was better safe than sorry in this case. He was used to blow jobs and had never experienced "back-door" fucking, but he knew that the rectum was not a self lubricating vessel.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Plus, Bella Swan wasn't like most girls their age. She carried herself like a librarian, chewed her hair, and watched people. He knew she was different, and he also heard some jock say, <i>"I bet Swan's pussy feels like sandpaper",</i> and Emmett did not want to rub his junk on some sandpaper.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">He leaned into her slowly and was met with resistance.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">"Oww...you're pulling on my fucking pubes!" Bella shouted.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Emmett groaned. "Get out the fucking weed whacker and take care of it...Sorry." He covered his mouth. "Do you still want me to do this?" Emmett stared down again, more determined than ever. He, too, had his own curiosities.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah, just put in already." She wiggled her ass again. "But be quick about it."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Emmett gulped, grabbed the base of his cock, and pushed into her again. Bella, in turn, reached below herself and tried to direct him. He kept hitting her folds and her hood but continued to miss the main target.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">On the fifth try, Emmett's member was aligned with Bella's sandpaper snatch. She felt it, braced herself again, and pushed back.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">He entered her slowly, while an awestruck gasp came from his lips. Meanwhile, Bella didn't make a sound. It didn't hurt—since that shampoo bottle had been used more than once—she only felt full.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">"Okay, move or something." Bella poked her head out, and Emmett was quick to cover her head again. "Go crazy—pretend I'm Brad Pitt." She disguised her voice the best she could and brought it down to a low baritone. "Oh, Emmett," she said, and then snickered. "What are you waiting for?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Emmett didn't know what to do. He had never felt anything as warm, as wet, and as tight as Bella's cooter. He was afraid to move—afraid to do anything. He also liked the new tone to her voice.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Emmett still wasn't moving, and Bella grew impatient. She began to move herself against him. She felt him go in and out, in and out, and on the sixth round—she felt Emmett grasp her ass and enter her as deep as he could.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">"Edward…" he groaned, going a bit slower as he panted and leaned on top of Bella.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">"Get out." She kicked him and crawled away from him. When she sat down, she felt victorious. She’d had sex.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">And sadly, it wasn't all it was cracked up to be.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana;">The end...</span></b><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><b><br />
</b></span> <!--EndFragment-->Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14485387658635950686noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054739356054580747.post-33818126965240458302011-11-03T12:22:00.000-04:002011-11-03T12:22:14.780-04:00The Administration by @IsleEsme1In Weather the Storm, I've been throwing around so many names. I know it can get confusing. Here are some faces to the names, along with a grid below, which will show titles as well. Please keep in mind that the Cullen Family is MUCH larger than this. But, these here are closest to Edward, and so . . . here you go. If you see me mention other names, but you don't see the characters, assume they're not important.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">**Emmett being a member of Jasper's crew might surprise some of you. Sorry for the spoiler. </div>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14485387658635950686noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054739356054580747.post-24949115994688175532011-11-01T19:30:00.000-04:002011-11-01T19:30:02.726-04:00Weather the Storm Banner by @IsleEsme1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7VABh-1bvSo/TrCA9Dkm3XI/AAAAAAAAALY/TbFFg5N08UQ/s1600/WTS+banner+by+blanca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="156" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7VABh-1bvSo/TrCA9Dkm3XI/AAAAAAAAALY/TbFFg5N08UQ/s320/WTS+banner+by+blanca.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14485387658635950686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054739356054580747.post-8147877897210474692011-11-01T18:18:00.000-04:002011-11-01T19:29:19.821-04:00"Coming Home" a Quiet Storm Outtake for @MostlyaLurkerA fellow Twific author needs our help. Mostly A Lurker is still suffering the effects of a serious workplace injury from several years ago. She's in the process of obtaining a service dog to help her with her daily routine and provide companionship. Mal has found a wonderful collie and a qualified trainer; now all she needs is to cover the costs. You can help! Please visit her blog to find out more info, and see photos of Leo - he's a very handsome dude. For information on how to donate to read (receive the whole compilation) Please visit: http://mostlyalurker.blogspot.com/ <br />
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You must donate to read the "Quiet Storm" outtake "Coming Home"---starts with Bella picking Edward up from prison, told in EPOV, with lemony goodness and the trials and tribs of coming home to a son who was too young to remember him when he left. And an older son, who questions his whereabouts. It's good, promise. And because I want to award those who donate, THIS WILL NEVER BE POSTED FOR PUBLIC VIEWING. SORRY.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">"Coming Home" Teaser </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="font: normal normal normal 24px/normal Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 28px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 24px/normal Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;">A few girls from the fandom are trying to make this a reality. Join us for the TWIFIC MEETUP in Las Vegas, NV on June 8-10, 2012 at the Monte Carlo Hotel and Casino. Schedule of events includes a possible author Q&A/discussion group, writing workshops, games and a possible watch-along of the Twilight movies, but most importantly visiting, eating, drinking and partying with all your fanfic friends.</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 24px/normal Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 28px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 24px/normal Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0px;">Don't miss out on this exciting event. For more info on the hotel, costs, etc. please visit our blog: <a href="http://twificmeetup.blogspot.com/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">http://twificmeetup.blogspot.com/</span></a> and follow us on twitter: @twificmeetup. Hope to see you all there!</span></span></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_2059300053"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Pedal Pushers"</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7376254/1/Pedal_Pushers"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">By SexyLexiCullen</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">SUMMARY: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">It's 1953, an era when people are still forced to hide their true selves. Bella is living the "American Dream" as Edward's wife & the perfect mother. But can she fight her lust for her next-door neighbor, the</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"> progressive M</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">iss Rosalie Hale? </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">Twilight - Rated: M - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 4,378 - Published: 9-12-11 - Bella & Rosalie - </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">Complete </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7376254/1/Pedal_Pushers">CLICK HERE TO READ!</a></span></div><br />
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And. . . here's a pic of "The Pretty" just because. . .<br />
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Thanks, Sandy!<br />
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I also snagged these pics from the blog, as they really do capture the essence of Edward in the latter chaps of "Made in the Shades"<br />
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*wipes drool*<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Please visit: <a href="http://www.southernfanfictionreview.com/">The Southern Fanfiction Review</a> on Tuesdays, as they do a delicious segment called "Tantalizing Tuesday" ----amazing, naughty posts from some of the best in the fandom! There, you can also read author interviews, reviews, and much-much more! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<b>The teaser blog for the compilation went live the other day. Still don't know if you should donate to <a href="http://mostlyalurker.blogspot.com/">MostlyALurker</a>? Check out what your favorite authors are contributing. Every donation, whether money, an outtake/one shot, air miles, or hotel comps, receives the compilation of fuck-awesome stories. </b><br />
<b>For more info on MAL & Leo: <a href="http://mostlyalurker.blogspot.com/">Click Here </a></b><br />
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<a href="http://teasersmostlyalurker.blogspot.com/2011/10/alby-mangroves.html">Alby Mangroves</a><br />
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<a href="http://teasersmostlyalurker.blogspot.com/2011/10/yellowglue.html">YellowGlue</a><br />
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<ul style="font-family: Halvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"><li><b>AgoodWITCH</b></li>
<li><b>Alby Mangroves</b> — <i>The Goth King of UW</i>, a new Edward/Garrett one-shot</li>
<li><b>Anais Mark</b></li>
<li><b>Bella Flan </b>— alternate ending to <i>Stigmata Tomato</i> entitled <i>Kill Phil</i></li>
<li><b>CharliDenae </b>— <i>One Knight in Time</i>, a new Alice/Jasper one-shot</li>
<li><b>DeJean Smith </b>— <i>From the Journal of Liriope M. Hermitage </i>(from <i>Evermore Experience)</i></li>
<li><b>Duskwatcher </b></li>
<li><b>eddiebell69</b></li>
<li><b>Exquisite Edward</b></li>
<li><b>javamomma0921</b> — an original short fiction entitled <i>The Selkie's Bride</i></li>
<li><b>just duckie </b>— <i>Fuzzy Logic</i>, a new Bella/Edward one-shot</li>
<li><b>KitsuShel</b></li>
<li><b>Lady Gwynedd </b></li>
<li><b>Lady Tazz</b> — <i>Dirty Money</i>, a new Bella/Edward one-shot</li>
<li><b>MG2112</b> — future take from <i>The Singer and The Sorrow</i></li>
<li><b>Morgan Locklear</b> — episode from <i>Cockeyed Optimist</i></li>
<li><b>Mrs. The King </b>— outtake or extra chapter from <i>Late Night with Aro</i></li>
<li><b>MsKathy </b></li>
<li><b>SaritaDreaming </b>— new Bella/Edward one-shot</li>
<li><b>Savage7289</b> — <i>Play By Play</i>, an outtake from <i>Offside</i> featuring the Esme Platt/Edward Masen story</li>
<li><b>sexilexicullen</b> — outtake from <i>Quiet Storm</i></li>
<li><b>Sebastien Robichaud</b> —<i> </i>outtake from <i>The Ice Queen and Mr McCarty</i></li>
<li><b>SqueakyZorro</b><i></i></li>
<li><b>tkat681</b><i> </i>— Bella/Edward future-take from <i>Choices</i></li>
<li><b>tufano79</b><i> — </i>outtake from <i>A Nerd Story of Love</i></li>
<li><b>wmr1601 </b>— <i>More Than My Own Life</i>, a new Bella/Edward one-shot </li>
<li><b>writingbabe</b> — new Bella/Edward one-shot</li>
<li><b>yellowglue </b>— <i>Grey Skies and Light Fading</i>, a new Bella/Edward one-shot</li>
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Halvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">MAL has said this quite a few times, but I'd just like to say a HUGE thank you! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Halvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Halvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">She's almost at her goal, and it's because all of you have pulled out all the stops and made it happen. The generosity and kindness is astounding. Together, we can make a difference, and we HAVE made a difference. On a personal note, I've heard some people talk badly about the Twi-Fic-Fandom, and on some days I can too. But, this goes to show that we really do have some amazing people within it. I am touched and so happy Mal and Leo are that much closer to meeting, and having their HEA. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Halvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Halvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">I'm not giving up, and neither is MAL! So let's get her to her goal! Woot Woot! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Halvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">:) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Halvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span></div>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14485387658635950686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054739356054580747.post-32888964594011906442011-10-11T07:01:00.000-04:002011-10-11T07:01:57.265-04:00Quiet Storm trailer and blinkers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/uSh1BZLamnc?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Trailer by CeCivrn<br />
Song: Quiet Storm by Mobb Deep<br />
Fanfiction: <a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6575026/1/Quiet_Storm">"Quiet Storm" by SexyLexiCullen </a><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6575026/1/Quiet_Storm"><img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/QS1.gif" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">by RoseArcadia</div>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14485387658635950686noreply@blogger.com0