I apologize for not “getting real” this time around. Without warning, November descended upon us and because of it I scramble. Like many others I know, I caught fire, struggling to operate on less than six hours sleep and…
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The plan was for me to stay as close to Faolon as possible throughout the night, with the odd escape to seemingly gossip with Rachel. At some point Caleb would appear, but other than…
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It’s hard. Not school. It’s this damn seat. It’s hard. My back hurts, my neck’s stiff and it seems as if the bones in my butt are pushing out through my skin and rubbing…
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My time with Caleb felt like freedom. I was powerful. I could move about, play, touch, feel, smell, breath, without fear. The more I was able to feel this way, the less I could…
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I woke up the next afternoon in my own bed with my chambermaid sitting in the chair beside me. She immediately stood and offered me a drink of water while I waited for the…
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I was lost to him for what seemed like a moment and forever all at the same time. His hands and my hands both explored the body opposite our own as if we were…
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Preparing for my husband’s return was not a great task. Caleb had never crossed the threshold of my husband’s house since he had come to apologize. In fact the only evidence I held of…
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The painting had been moved from the middle of the room and was now hanging on a wall watching over the privileged guests as they danced. The men watched me as I entered the…
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He is the man I would have noticed first, had he been in the room when I arrived. He is the kind of creature that draws all eyes to himself, without doing much…