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demented20
ParticipantI wish I had some. I think those were some of the first FM stories that I found on the net way back. I haven't thought about the first aurora universe stories in forever. I hope someone can dig them up on an old door stop I mean computer they might have in their closet or something 😉
June 23, 2009 at 5:44 am in reply to: The Advertising companies for Pepsi-Co and Mountain Dew…. #84681demented20
ParticipantI should have realized that there are plenty of horde folks around. In full disclosure, I have played mostly alliance since War2 came out and nearly ruined my college education, but honestly aside from being shorter with booby cover up thingies there isn't a nickel's worth of difference between orc sexes. Maybe I'm just bias.
June 22, 2009 at 8:55 am in reply to: The Advertising companies for Pepsi-Co and Mountain Dew…. #84678demented20
ParticipantHaving played Warcrack.. I mean warcraft, can you really tell the difference between a male orc and a female orc? I mean lets be honest.
demented20
ParticipantYou could try and pick a real people who have the body size and shape closest to the characters in your story and check their stats. Usually any bio or profile will have stats once you search for their name.
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ParticipantMan I can't beat this for a little spice in the middle of the day… messing around on the computer, eating a sandwich, checking out the world news, hey let's see if there's anything new at amaz0ns… and boom instant action in an unlikely place.
Most people on this board are into FBB in one way or another, but probably not exclusively that said, all pictures from this thread have been appreciated by yours truly.
For a musculular chest without implants, I would have to vote for Annie Rivieccio. I've been a fan of hers for a long time.
And to Pixxxie, please don't stop posting. If everybody in the world got along all the time it would be boring as hell.
demented20
ParticipantI just can't agree with that from my own personal experience. I have more than 2000 pages of stuff that I have written that no one else will probably ever read. Mostly because I don't like the way some of that stuff turned out. And that 2000+ isn't fetish stuff at all. It's adventure, sci-fi, fantasy, or drama or whatever, but I have never written a FM story that I didn't intend from the beginning to be read by other people.
Your statement doesn't make sense on a lot of levels. I know some guys who take their guitars out to the park and play for the kids, and they don't get paid a dime. Are they singing in the park to hear their own voices? They could do that at home. Same with a story. The idea for the story is in my head before I ever write it down. The beginning, the middle, the end, all the images, all the struggles or fights or whatever are usually in my head in one form or another before I ever type the first word. Why the heck would someone like me take the time to try and describe what's already in my head to other people for my own pleasure? I've already told myself the story. I could save a lot of wear and tear on my keyboard if what you said was true.
I suppose you hold your opinion because money is not in the equation. Well if truth be told, I have written for money, and its more enjoyable for me to write when I don't have to worry about this story being the difference between eating and not eating. I love to write. Its one of my hobbies. I like telling stories in person and I love sharing them with other people. I wouldn't mind making money off of writing as long as I wasn't dependent on that money. Readers are fickle 😉
I can't see how anybody would get pleasure from typing out something that inside their head has already happened, or maybe they type it as they think about it. I don't know, but I would like someone to explain that one to me.
demented20
ParticipantI should have known that this thread was going to become a monster… I have to say that most people have made valid points.
The more I thought about it the more I realized that its not so much sex itself that's the problem. Sex is a part of life, and good sex is a bonus, and good fictional sex is too. I have become a lot less critical when it comes to content that people post on the net for free. Usually its just some guy or gal punching out something in their spare time. Its not going to be Dickens or Poe.
That said, sometimes I read a story and it makes me a little uncomfortable. Its like reading someone's personal fantasy. That just lets me know that you never know what the person next to you is thinking about when they have that far away look on their face. If a person wants to describe in graphic detail what they think about in the dark, far be it from me to protest. I just don't have to read it if I don't want to.
There is a separate problem of diversity in storytelling. This is a problem in all genre's not just FMG. Sometimes it feels that its the same story and only the main character's name changes.
Sometimes you just have to hunt to find something that's really good. The best tomato is not always the one on the top.Reward it how? More "Great job!" posts? Bah. People don't produce fetish content for anyone's pleasure but their own.
That can't be further from the truth. I can take this one personally. In my opinion, a good story has to be crafted. Its part of the fun of writing it. A good FM/G or erotic story has to be crafted too, and with the target audience in mind. And let me say that there are few things as nice as someone telling you that they like the work that took time to craft, because that person not only took time to read whatever it was that you wrote, they also took their time to send you a message about it. Those comments help in crafting the next story and so on. One really well thought out and real comment can be reward enough to make me want to write another chapter, because it sure as hell isn't the money.
demented20
ParticipantIt took Roger twenty minutes to convince Ronnie not to call an ambulance. In the end he had hobbled out to the car, and Megan had driven home. During the ride to their apartment his back had tightened even more. He could walk, but it hurt like hell. Megan hated to see Roger in such pain. She was sore and tired too, but seeing Roger struggle so much without complaining made her feel all warm inside. She had been supporting him under his shoulder, but he grimaced with every step. He paused they came to the stairs. Megan looked up at the stairs and at Robert who stood there trying to gather himself. Megan took a deep breath, put her left arm behind Roger's knees, and with a groan of effort lifted him off his feet.
"Hey, Megan what the hell are you doing?"
"What does it look like", Megan grunted in reply. She wobbled a little bit then cautiously put her foot on the landing of the first step.
"Oh come on, Megan, there's no need in both of our backs hurting."
Megan took the first step and put her other foot on the landing before she started up the second one. "My back won't be hurting. Just shut up before I drop you on purpose."
Roger turned his head and made a show of zipping his lips. Megan turned her head and grinned. She had to concentrate because carrying Roger up the stairs wasn't easy, but her confidence grew with every step, so did her soreness.
Roger had been nervous at first, but as they made it to the first landing, he felt pretty safe in Megan's arms. It was then that it dawned on him how cool this was. He outweighed Megan by a good 70 pounds, but she was carrying him in her arms up stairs and then down the hall. He ran his hand down her arm. Every line in her arm etched because her muscles were all completely rock hard. Her body felt like living steel beneath Roger as she made small adjustments to keep her balance. He let his arm drop just so he could feel her thigh as she came up the last step. Her quad muscle was swollen to bursting with iron hard muscle. Megan grunted as she came to the top. It wasn't far now.
"You know this is turning me on?", Roger whispered in Megan's ear.
She chuckled. "You better stop rubbing all over me before I drop you. This time not on purpose, and get your key out."
Roger obeyed. She stopped long enough for him to get his key out and then to open the door. She swung his legs through and carried him to the sofa, where she finally was able to put him down.
"That was the coolest thing ever", Roger said before trying to get comfortable.
Megan once again had her hands on her knees. "I only did that because you hurt yourself helping somebody, and you didn't once complain about it."
"So if I had hurt my back trying to out lift another guy, you would have made me suffer."
Megan tilted her head down and looked up at him through her lashes. "I would have come straight up here and waited with the door locked until you dragged yourself home." She leaned over and kissed him. "But tonight you're my little hero, so I'll be nice to you. I'm going to get some ice."
Megan not only got his ice, but cooked a meal and brought it to him. "You never told me that you cooked!", Roger exclaimed after finishing the meal.
Megan came back into the living room holding two glasses of wine in one hand and a bottle in the other. She handed one glass to Roger, set the bottle on the coffee table, then settled in next to him. He wrapped his arm around her and she snuggled in close even put one of her legs between his and running her smooth skin against him.
She looked up at him after pushing some hair back. "Of course I can cook. I'm BAO remember. I just don't like to cook. And don't expect a meal like this every time when I do cook." Megan spent the next several minutes explaining to him the nutritional information on everything she had just prepared. She went on and on, but Roger's eyes had already glazed over. He wasn't listening to her so much as he was observing her. He started to get that feeling again. He tried to get his mind to think of something else, but it was too late. As he sat there looking at her and feeling her body against him, he felt completely vulnerable again. This woman was holding his whole heart in her hands whether she knew it or not. If she ever decided to crush it, Roger knew that he would never recover.
"You're looking at me like that again", Megan said after taking a sip of her wine.
"L– like what?"
"Like you were earlier today. What is it?"
Roger sighed. "When I'm with you Megan, I don't know if I'm the luckiest guy in the world or a complete fraud. You're so wonderful, and I'm just me."
Megan pushed some hair from in front of her beautiful face and looked up at Roger with her expressive brown eyes. Roger could look in those eyes and see that joy inside her. "I happen to think you're pretty wonderful too." She leaned forward and kissed him.
Roger grinned and pulled away. "I'm just a Joe Blow."
"Wrong!", Megan began. "You're my Joe Blow, and don't ever forget it." She kissed him again.
"Sometimes, Megan, I feel scared. I know it doesn't make sense and its not your fault, but sometimes I feel like at any minute all of this good stuff could get snatched away. The new job, the new paycheck, and …. and you."
"I'm not going anywhere, Roger. I'm with you through thick and thin. Remember, I was with you before you made enough money to get those squeaky brakes on your car fixed."
"And the air-conditioner", Roger added.
"Yes, and the air-conditioner. You know come to think about it, the heat in there wasn't all that hot."
"So you're saying I need a new car."
"No, not exactly, you could keep driving that one. There's no law against it now that it doesn't break the noise ordinance every time you apply brakes." Megan looked at Roger and grinned.
"You really don't care about that material stuff do you?"
"Not since I realized that its not important."
"Too bad more people don't think like that."
Megan grinned at him. "Wrong again. If everybody thought like that then you and I wouldn't have met because you would have still been with your last girlfriend."
"True", Roger chuckled and drank more wine. "I'm being silly about all of this aren't I?"
Megan nodded. "For some reason, Roger you think that I would be as happy without you as I am with you, and that's just not the case. You're the guy I didn't think existed. You're the guy that lights up my day."
Roger looked at Megan's beautiful features. "You light up everybody's day, and everybody's attracted to you. I mean its rare that you meet a person as beautiful as you are inside and out. I'm so lucky to have you. You're like the perfect woman."
She chuckled and had to put her hand to her lips to keep from spitting out wine. "I'm far from that. I'm sort of a work in progress." Roger saw a faraway look in her eyes before she mentally pushed away whatever she was thinking about. "Kind of like my body", she continued. She held the wine in her left hand while she held up her right arm and curled it slowly. Roger was mesmerized as Megan's bicep started to rise. She didn't quite get her arm all the way up before she grimaced a little.
"Stiff?", Roger asked.
"Yeah", Megan complained.
"Turn around." Roger put his glass down and started working Megan's back and shoulders with slow strong movements of his fingers and hands.
Megan purred. "Why are you waiting until just now show me that you know how to give a proper massage?" Her back bowed and her muscles began to relax. Roger was working his way down towards her lower back and around towards her lats. Her muscles were so tight that he had to work hard.
He chuckled. "Because I have to keep some things held in reserve to stay interesting."
"Well, how did you learn… ooohhh… How did you learn how to do this?"
Roger leaned forward and put his mouth near her ear. "Story for another day. You were saying."
"Hmm, where was I? Oh yeah, work in progress." Megan's voice took on a more serious tone. "You think that you aren't worthy and all this, and you talk about how lucky you are. Did it ever occur to you that I might be the lucky one? Did you ever think that maybe you're not the only person who's been hurt by someone you cared about?"
Roger felt like an empty fool. He had worried so much about his emotions that he had neglected to think about hers. "I didn't know…", Roger stammered.
"How could you know? You only see me now, but you didn't see me when I was trying to put my life back together. You see Roger, I've always been a little different. As a kid I was strange, but it didn't matter. I had all kinds of friends. They would come over on the weekends when I was little and fill our house and our yard. My dad was a truck driver in those days, and he would come home to house so full of kids that he had to work hard to find me and my brother. I was completely outgoing, and I had no fear of social interaction whatsoever. You needed a kid to stand up in front of church, pick me. If you needed a kid for a demonstration on stage, pick me. I had no fear of what anybody did or said. I just guessed that everybody in the world was like me that they felt this overwhelming joy everyday when they woke up in the morning, ready to take on a new day and meet new people and learn new things." Megan smiled thinking back on it while Roger worked hard at massaging her tired shoulders and traps. It would have helped if he had some oil, but she seemed to be enjoying it.
"Anyway, as I got older all the other kids lost that childlike innocent feature except for me. It wasn't cute for me to be the way I was. I became the weird kid, so I started observing people. I had to know what made them fit in. I studied every single little thing people did or said, and after a while I figured it out. I didn't know why I had to put on a front in order to fit in, but so be it. By high school I had become Miss BAO, big all over including my brain. I was everybody's nerdy chubby buddy. People came to me for help with everything from school work to girlfriend/ boyfriend problems. Now mind you, I had never had a real boyfriend at that time. I talked to all the cool people in school, but I was BAO so I didn't hang out with them. I hung out with the other outcast kids. Some of them were my fellow nerds, some were the artistic kids, while some were just the kids who suck at life."
"Suck at life?!? Megan's that's mean."
She laughed. "Oh come on, Roger you know those kids. Every school has some. They're kind of funny looking so they can't get by on looks. They aren't athletic, so no sports, and they aren't really smart either. Anyway, I made that group of friends jealous because even though I was technically one of them, the cool kids would talk to me when we ran into each other at the mall or whatever. It was a strange feeling. It's almost like the cool people wanted me to be with them, but there was something in the way. I didn't figure out that it was my appearance until junior year. Well I didn't figure it out at all. Mrs. Kringle, the new school counselor figured it out for me.
She's the one who gave me the pamphlet on teen pregnancy because she thought I was pregnant with Matt Cline's baby. He was captain of the football team and stuff. I used to help him with algebra and with his girlfriend Cindy Walsh, but he didn't want anybody to know that I was helping him with either, so we would sneak off after school. I tried to explain that to Mrs. Kringle, but she wouldn't have any of it. To her way of thinking, the only reason a guy like Matt would sneak off with an unattractive fat girl like me was because I was an easy lay.", Megan had spit the words out of her mouth like they had been laced with venom, but as quickly as the bad feelings came, they went away and Megan's face was once again neutral.
"She made me feel like a… Like an I don't know what, but I started working out. After a while the weight started coming off. I was actually scared when I would look in the mirror over the summer between junior and senior year. I had worked out so hard, and I had lost so much weight that I wondered what the people would think. I was BAO to them, and now I wasn't big. I was afraid that the girls would shun me because I was a threat to them now with the boys, and I was afraid that the boys would just make fun of me.
"I was completely wrong. The guys encouraged me. They would say stuff like, 'Hey, Meg, you're lookin pretty hot, but I hope you didn't stairmaster your brain away because I need help with physics.' And the girls took me shopping with them and taught me how to show off my new assets. I got asked out on a date, and I went to prom and everything."
Roger frowned as he worked his fingers into Megan's lower back muscles and her upper glutes. "That didn't sound bad. I thought you hated high school."
"Hated it!?! No, I loved it. I mean my screen name is BAOGirl for a reason."
"I thought it was to motivate you to never get like that again or something?"
Megan twisted to face Roger. "No, I don't need any motivation to not get fat again. I made that name because I wanted all my old high school friends to be able to find me. I chat with some of them quite often. Even a couple who sucked at life back in those days." Megan laughed, but it faded. "My problems didn't really start until college." Megan downed the rest of her wine and filled the glass again. She knew that she was going to need some alcohol to get through this. She wanted Roger to know. She knew deep down that he had to know how much he meant to her and this was the only way. Megan drank some more wine and had to find some more courage.
"When I got to college, I decided that I wanted to start a new life for myself and leave Miss BAO behind. I wanted to be Miss Popular instead. I figured that I knew what cool people did and now that all the guys said that I was hot, I would use what I had learned to be an it girl. It worked. I had loads of friends, just like when I had been younger. I tutored and I found a local special needs school and started mentoring there. Everything was great. I mean it was just great when guys would compliment me on my body. It made me work out harder to stay in shape. I wasn't so interested in gaining size then. That came later, but anyway I felt on top of the world. I even had sex for the first time. I had heard so many people talk about it, that I had to know for myself. Most of the girls I talked to in high school hated their first time. I didn't. I loved it. I loved it so much that I went to another guy's room and had sex with him too that same night. If I hadn't had an 8 am class the next day, I probably would have done another guy. After that, I knew that I liked sex and I wasn't going to make any apologies for it. Now I don't want you to think less of me, Roger, but I mean, I didn't learn all of that bedroom stuff we do by being a prude."
Roger looked Megan in the face as he worked his fingers into the tissue of her still tight left calf. "I understand, Baby. As long as you understand that I didn't learn how to do this by practicing on old ladies."
Megan gave Roger that naughty look that made him stir under his shorts. He grinned at her and kept working her tired muscles. She drank some more wine, because she had been stalling in her mind. She was rarely that mentally undisciplined, but this wasn't going to be easy for her. Her voice told the story of her emotions when she continued.
"Everything was all good until a coach noticed me one day tutoring another freshman in the library. He asked if I could help tutor in the athletic department. After that I started tutoring only athletes, and by the end of freshman year I was dating athletes, just a couple of bench warmers, but I liked going to games and parties. Then I started dating the star quarterback. That was like a whole new life. I was more than fitting in now. I was the center of attention. The cameras loved me, and I loved them too. I never got tired of people saying how wonderful I was or how beautiful I was. I figured that I deserved all of this. He took me to NY for the first time for the Heisman ceremony. He took me to the NFL draft and to all the parties, but we broke up because I refused to leave school and move to Buffalo even if he was the 5th overall pick. He was a really good guy, but I didn't feel that connection with him. He was strong physically and he liked me to be strong physically too, but emotionally he wasn't strong enough for me. I could manipulate him too easily and I didn't like that. I wanted a guy who was strong enough to challenge me and to make me even more popular. Negative comments tend to roll off my back, but praise just sticks with me and goes straight to my head. I wanted all the praise I could get. Then I met Travis, a can't miss basketball blue chipper. The coaches wanted me to tutor him, or more like do his work because Travis didn't give a damn about school work. This was just a pit stop on the way to the NBA and he knew it. Of course we started dating and he took my life to another level.
"He loved the fast life, and everything about it. He seemed to adore me, and we went all around the world. I've been to clubs in NY, LA, Vegas, Miami, even London, Paris, Macau, you name it Travis took me there. If it was a hot spot with hot people then Travis and me were there. The boosters gave him whatever he wanted. If he heard that there was a party in Nice on the weekend then one of the boosters would send a private jet and off we would go. He made the boosters send me expensive gifts because it could only be the best for his girl. He had special outfits made up for me. He made me wear the skimpiest things he could so that he could prove to the other guys that he had the hottest girl at the club. Now that wasn't always the case, but I guess I was close enough that there was at least a healthy debate. But for everything Travis gave me, he took two things away." Megan drank more wine and had to work at keeping her voice even. She failed.
"He had me convinced that I could have anything in the world that was to be had, and even somethings that weren't. He was convinced that he had the whole world in his back pocket and that all he had to do was reach in and take whatever he wanted. Of course all of this attention was making my ego the size of an arena. I thought that I was strong enough to keep my sense of self through anything. I was the girl that other people came to for help. I was the strong shoulder that people leaned on, and although it sometimes felt like Travis was using me, I always believed that deep down I could use my intellect to put him in his place if I had to. Boy was I wrong. He had done what nobody else had done. My love of everything new, that light you talk about Roger, he pretty much put it out. In so many words he told me why. He told me why he had to crush me and make me the way I needed to be. He made me stop talking to certain friends that I had kept from freshman year. He would explain to me in detail how I couldn't be concerned with nobodies. I had to focus only on the people who could get me ahead. He was so convincing, and I couldn't see though all his bullshit because I wanted to believe it. I didn't want to stop being the center of attention, and he used that against me.
"I gave and gave and gave. He convinced me to stop teaching the special needs children. Even as stuck up as I had become, I still enjoyed doing that. It helped keep me grounded, but he told me one day, 'I can't have a picture of my girl feeding some slobbering retarded kid being shown all over the net.' So instead of doing what I loved, I quit." Megan paused again and wiped her eyes.
"I was horrible", she cried. "If you had met me then, you would have hated me."
"I could never have hated you", Roger tried to assure her.
"I hated myself. I let notoriety rule me. He even told me how to work out. He told me once, 'I can't have my girl havin better abs than me. I had my trainer make a workout for you and a diet. I want you in shape, but damn girl you can't make my shit look bad.' So now I didn't even workout for myself anymore. I worked out for him and his people. They told me how lean to be, or how much size I could gain or lose, but I went along with it. I kept telling myself that this is the price of fame, but he told me that I had to make myself less than I wanted to be so I couldn't outshine him. That included my personality. I would be with him when he would give interviews and some reporters asked me questions. They wanted to hear what I had to say because I was more interesting, but he hated that. I had to be the best player's girlfriend in the world, but I couldn't be better than him, ever. I went along with it. I hated every day, but I kept at it because this was the ultimate end to what I had wanted. I had even strained my relationship with my family. I had said and done some pretty bad things to some good people just because I could." Megan started to say something else, but she couldn't. She was sobbing openly now, and it would only get worse.
Roger was working on her legs as Megan drank more wine. He wanted to tell her that she didn't have to tell him all of this if she didn't want to, but before he spoke, Megan continued.
"You can't do wrong without it eventually finding its way to you. I went back home one weekend to try and smooth things with my family. I was walking down the street, and I came across one of the kids that I used to mentor back when I was high school. He was a teenager by then and he had enrolled in a regular high school, which was a big step for him. He was doing great. He called my name, and I tried to ignore him, but he caught up to me. He was so excited. I don't care to recall how I greeted him, but at the end he looked up at me and said, 'Oh, I'm sorry, Miss. I thought you were the nice woman that I used to know named Megan. You look like her a little bit, but I liked her better. I'm sorry to bother you.' He turned and ran back to the other side of the road." Megan wiped her tears with the back of her hand and looked at Roger before lowering her eyes.
"I cried like a baby that night, Roger. I felt sick to my stomach, but it wasn't enough to make me change. That happened a couple of weeks later when Travis came back. He wanted sex hard and serious that night, but after sex he blew me off like I was nothing but some sycophant. I felt like nothing more than a slut. I went back to my room feeling like a complete joke. It was like my entire world was crumbling and I couldn't make sense of it. I had built this life for myself, but it was all a sham. I had contorted and twisted myself completely to fit his idea and I had given up on all of my own ideas. I didn't even know who the real me was, so I had to blow it all up. I had to find that little light inside of me that I used to have when I was happy.", Megan closed her eyes and the tears dropped down her cheeks. She made no attempt to wipe them, so Roger did. Megan put her hand on his as he touched her cheek softly.
"I remember sitting on my bed and laughing after crying all night long. I had cried so much that I don't think I could have made any more tears. I was a complete failure at life. Trying to fit in had ruined me completely, so I had to start all over. I left school for a year, went home, and started teaching the kids again. I knew that I needed something to ground me. I needed something that made my mind work for the good. Then I got a job at TGI Friday's so I could get used to serving people again, literally. I had to retrain me to love myself and to love life. That's why I'm a work in progress."
Roger nodded solemnly, "But where do I fit in?"
Megan leaned up and kissed him. "I'm getting to that." She paused and wiped her face.
"Its not hard for me to attract people. I mean once I stopped giving a damn about fitting in, it was like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. I march to the beat of my own drummer and so be it. I like being happy. I like always thinking that tomorrow is going to be better than today, and I like always trying to find the good in people rather than the faults. I'm weird; I'm opinionated, and now I've got enough life under my belt that I can see through almost anybody's bullshit. I'm stronger as a person. I don't need somebody like me because then one of us would be redundant, but I need a strong man. I need a guy strong enough to ground me because I tend to be able to rationalize anything inside my own head. I need someone with a strong sense of themselves, but a good person. I didn't think I was ever going to find that person, and then I happened to send you a message.
"When we chatted, I could tell that you were funny and witty, and sad, but you weren't supposed to be, but you could make fun of yourself and of your sadness. Then we met in person and I couldn't quite figure you out. I still can't. You can make me laugh because I have no idea what you're going to do next. I can't read you, and I don't want to. You're the guy that I can't live without. And over time, I realized how strong a guy you are. You're the strongest guy I've ever been around. You don't even know it."
"Megan, I hate to say it, but I'm just ordinary."
She gave him one of her special smiles and cupped his cheeks in her palms. "You aren't ordinary, you're exceptionally ordinary which is the missing piece of me. I'm not ordinary at all and it took 22 years of living for me to figure that out. You don't try and bring me down, or belittle me, or change me. You don't get embarrassed when maybe you should, and you don't fuss at me when I don't see things the way you do, and you indulge me when I'm just being odd. You love my hyper-happy, too optimistic, quirky self, and I love you for loving me. You're my rock that keeps me from floating off into failure again. I feel that as long as you stay with me, I can do anything or be anything." Megan's tears started all over again. This time Roger didn't wipe her eyes. He had to tend to his own. She raised up to meet him.
"I guess we're lucky to have each other.", Roger managed.
"Yeah, and don't ever forget it." Megan wrapped her arms around his shoulders and they held each other for a long time. Neither said anything, because they had both said enough that night. They ended up in bed later, but neither had sex on their mind. They just held hands and watched the late news.
"Is that Nate?", Megan asked with surprise after a long period of silence.
"What huh?" Roger was falling asleep after taking a couple of pain killers.
She reached for the remote to raise the volume. "Yeah, isn't that Addison's fiancee Nate? I warned her about him."
Roger turned and looked. When he did he saw Nate being lead to a police car in hand cuffs. Megan turned up the volume in time to hear the reporter explain that Nate Billingsly was being arrested on federal charges of operating a corporate espionage ring that had hit companies all over the country. Then they showed a list of local companies that had been targeted. Roger saw Cebis Health Care on the list.
"Oh my God", Roger breathed as things fell to place in his head.
"What is it?", Megan asked with concern.
"Addison's firm represented all those local companies on that list. She personally oversaw at least two of those accounts including Cebis Health Care, the company I work for." Roger felt completely unsettled. "Could you hand me the phone?", Roger asked. Megan reached over and handed it to him quickly.
Roger dialed the long distance number from memory. His old boss answered. "Hello, Mr. Howlen, this is Roger. You remember that cost statement that went missing way back when? Well I think I know what happened to it."demented20
ParticipantI should attempt explain my position. There is a line of bull being fed that basically one party(Democratic) has been historically good for civil rights, voting rights, etc. and that the other party(Republican) is only out to keep people down.
That crap has been shoveled for years and has kept entire groups of people voting as blocks for whoever the democratic party throws out as a candidate instead of looking at each individual candidate and making a personal decision based on the merits of the person. The truth is that there are good people and bad people in both parties, and both parties have some history that they would rather people not remember.Also I don't want to give off the idea that I am a Republican or a Democrat. I decided a long time ago that I would not join a part officially or unofficially because it would keep me from being truly objective when I go vote. Its like trying to be neutral in the World Series when your home town team is playing. You might not like the players, or the manager, but you want them to win anyway. Same thing with political parties. Even if you hate your party's candidate you'll probably vote for him/her because you don't want the other party to win even if the other candidate might actually be better. On a side note, I tend to like a split government. I think too much power in the hands of one party is an overall bad thing. Sometimes a government doing next to nothing is just fine when alternative is them screwing everything up.
And last, I don't compare Bush to Eisenhower or any other president. I can't think of a president quite like good old George W. I would say Andrew Johnson, but that doesn't quite fit. He was just the wrong man for the wrong time. Maybe Herbert Hoover, he pretty much sat by and let the US economy go down the toilet, but no not him either. Bush is… hmm well.. I don't know. I do know one thing though, George Bush is president of the United States for only 8 more months.
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ParticipantHmm once again I have to agree with Lingster on this one. I often wonder why the Democratic party is credited with being the party of social change or social justice in the US when it was a Republican (Barry Goldwater) who broke the Democratic filibuster of the Civil Rights bill. And the first president to invite a black guy to the white house for dinner was a Republic, Teddy Roosevelt. Now that I think about it, desegregation of the school system began under a Republican, Dwight Eisenhower. Its funny how things get twisted over time.
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