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Lord Henry Whitridge was used to being master of his own world. He wielded effortless command over any milieu in which he found himself, whether it was among his family, his Cambridge classmates, or the tenants of the estate he had inherited from his father. He possessed all the traits a gentleman ought to have--beauty, strength, wit, wealth--all in perfect proportion. His beauty was not so dazzling as to outshine his intelligence. His intelligence, in turn, was never so virtuosic that it distracted from the sturdy symmetry of his figure or the healthy vigor of his athleticism. And, of course, every body can be made more beautiful, and every mind can be made to appear sharper, if one possesses a large fortune and a title. The four letters that preceded Lord Whitridge's name were as beautiful as any chiseled muscle, as impressive as any feat of strength. The sum of his bank account made any statement he made the pinnacle of wit. Could one blame the young Henry if he thought much o

INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - After a day of making an absolute nuisance of himself around Sydney, unemployed slacker Cornelius takes things way too far with one of his practical jokes. So does he do the right thing afterwards? Because Cornelius is a sociopath, of course he doesn't, and this leads to him buying the magic pills. But are the magic pills as good as they are said to be? Find out by reading Chapter 2 of this story series about the crazy and dysfunctional Hawkins family; please enjoy and rate and comment. The story series contains drug use, violence, frequent course language and scenes of female characters using the toilet and having their periods, so reader discretion is advised. All characters and events are fictional, with similarity to real persons living or dead coincidental and unintentional. * "I probably shouldn't ask, but what was Cornelius doing up the jacaranda tree dressed as a clown at five o'clock this morning?" Gavin asked as he met E

79 - Penetrations Breann gawked at the capri when the rest of the party arrived at her cottage at the edge of the forest. Although she had her shop in the city, she didn't want to live in it and preferred peaceful nature around her. 'I am becoming very curious about you all now.' she said as she tried to remember anything about construction magic that could resemble the unique mounts. Iphigenia chuckled. 'I'm not sure if we have time for the whole story, but let's just say Ulric knows things not of this world.' Breann looked at him with a curious smile. 'Mmm.. I've seen a lot of things over the years, but you are special.' He raised an eyebrow. 'I didn't think you'd have seen that much when you're still so young.' She nearly purred as she ran her fingers along his ear. 'I know ways to keep my youthfulness.' He chuckled. 'I'm not going to ask something that's impolite.' She looked at the girls. 'Th

COLLEGE COEDS OF THE CORN Part I: The Stradlin Massacre The townspeople of Stradlin, Nebraska did not, at large, perceive the change when it happened, though there was one family in-particular on the edge of town who understood a change had occurred even if they did not understand the full extent of the moment's implications. The family's youngest son, Isaac, had just turned eighteen. In fact, Isaac was the youngest person in the town that day, with the few younger people who called the small town of Stradlin home having gone to a Bible camp a few towns over less than a week earlier. Thanks to this fortuitous confluence of events, Rebecca Chroner chose this day to walk down Main Street Stradlin with a heavy leather book cradled in her arms. Wearing a long black dress with a white bonnet that covered her black hair, Rebecca drifted silently up the sidewalk until she reached the Cornstalk Café. She paused by the window and turned to look in, a pious look on her face as she look

1 Since getting divorced the previous year Glen had spent many days, weeks, and months pondering his feelings. Searching his heart for exactly what it was that he felt was missing from his marriage. Even during his marriage when things were still going well he had conflicting feelings about why certain things turned him on more than others. He had been married for twelve years and during that time had led a very fulfilling sex life. When he had first gotten married he had been what some would call vanilla. Not to be confused with inexperience, but overall had not sampled all the different flavors of his burgeoning sexuality. His wife, Lisa, who was seven years his senior, had managed to break him out of his shell and allow him to see that there is much more to a healthy sex life than inserting penis into vagina. They had always explored each others body and had decided very early on that they would try anything at least once. So one night, about six years into their marriage, the top