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The more research I do, the more I find myself wanting to learn not just names, dates and places, but what were my ancestors like. What did they do in their lives? How did they live? What struggles did they have? The following examples illustrate how your heart can embrace your ancestors through research.
My grandfather, Earl Bingaman, died fourteen years before my birth due to alcohol abuse. My father and his sister rarely spoke of their father and when they did it was never positive. As far as I knew pictures of him did not exist within the family. I was told he had red hair and wore a hat. When I began my family research it was easy to obtain vital information about my grandfather. I still wondered, what did he look like? What was he like as an individual.
In the course of my research I made contact with a first cousin one generation removed, Edgar Bingaman, who lived in Florida. We spoke on the phone and in the course of our conversation he mentioned he possessed a picture of my grandfather. This was when not everyone had internet access, so I had to wait for the picture via snail mail. Edgar put me in touch with a living sister of my grandfather. Her name was Emily. I eventually visited with her and she told me stories of my grandfather that shed a different light on him. No longer was he the one dimensional alcoholic figure I had in my mind. Edgar helped me connect with other family members and more stories were uncovered. These stories were not sugar-coated. Alcohol always loomed on the horizon but there were other sides to my grandfather which I would not have known had I not researched. My heart was softened toward my grandfather as I tried to imagine his ups-and-downs due to his alcohol addiction. As the years passed and my research continued, I tracked down additional pictures of my grandfather which I had never seen from distant relatives.
My grandmother, Naomi Fischer Bingaman, Earl's wife, lived eighty-seven years. I believed I knew her but research taught me more. She was a pious, stubborn woman, set in her ways. But, grandma had a secret, she was married twice. The divorce proceedings detailed the physical and mental abuse that my grandmother endured for nearly three years. After her divorce from her first husband she quickly married my grandfather and the years of abuse continued. As I realized the trials and struggles that grandmother went through my heart was turned more fully to her. I understood why she would let no one again control her.
Yes names and dates on the pedigree charts are necessary. But, it is by combing through the documents our ancestors left behind we get to know them and our hearts are turned.

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Before considering the green building market, it is important to have a broad understanding of the general construction market in Belgium. The construction market is one of Belgium's largest industry sectors, employing nearly 200,000 workers with an annual turnover of $32 billion. The building sector activity has shown enormous growth in the past years — an increase of 5 percent in 2008 from 2007. Residential and non-residential construction outperformed all other economic sectors in 2008. Building trade turnover also increased by more than 7 percent from 2007 to 2008. This high rate of growth was due to a favorable economic conjuncture of the Belgian market (the Belgian economy grew by 2 percent in 2006 from 2005), low interest rates on housing loans since 2003, and a mix of government tax deduction measures. Despite the recent upsurge in growth, the construction market in Belgium is quite mature, and general growth in this sector, with the exception of renovation, has fallen in 2008, not exceeding a growth of 1%. Euroconstruct, Europe's leading construction business research group, forecasts a stabilization of the decrease of the activity in the sector for 2009.
In recent years, green technology and sustainable development has seen an increased interest and attention across Europe. Ambitious goals have been set by national governments to improve energy efficiency in buildings and the need for environmental conservation has been growing in popularity among the general population. Green building is becoming more appealing as it reduces energy consumption, creates jobs, decreases the impact on the environment, and improves future sustainability. There is a strong need for green building in Belgium, as its energy efficiency is one of the lowest in Europe. The average residential energy consumption was among the highest in Europe and was 72 % higher than the EU-25 average. Such large consumption is due to the old age of buildings, higher percentage of single families, and relatively few energy efficiency features.
Strong public opinion for change is backed by federal government actions, such as the EU striving to reduce its greenhouse gas emissions by 20 to 30 % by 2020. The EU is working as a whole to establish a common energy policy that will result in renewable energy accounting for 20% of the total energy by 2020. In 2008, the EU's energy consumption from renewable sources was less than 10%, a proportion which must double in order to achieve its goal. Belgium must increase its renewable energy consumption, which was 2.67% in 2007, to 13% in order to comply with the EU expectations.
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Belgium's residential and commercial buildings account for 35 percent of primary energy demand. Of this primary energy demand, residential buildings are responsible for 73 percent, with commercial buildings accounting for the remaining 27 percent. Energy in buildings is consumed primarily in heating, cooling, and lighting. Demand for energy efficient products such as heating ventilation, air conditioning, and lighting have grown due to government initiatives and regulations. In addition, demand is expected to rise further due to federal tax incentives, eco-loans, and positive media coverage.
As the economic situation continues to be uncertain, Belgians are increasingly investing in real estate and renovation of aging buildings. Since 2007, there is more demand for renovation - in both the residential and non-residential building sector – reflecting a trend and a genuine need for more development in renovation. About 80 % of Belgian homes were built before 1980 and are environmentally inefficient. These homes are in need of renovation with new insulation materials, windows, and heating systems. It is estimated that only 36 percent of Belgian homes have full double-glazed windows, compared to 71 percent of homes in the UK; and 58 percent of Belgian homes have roof insulation compared to 73 percent of homes in the UK.
American companies may take advantage of this opportunity to enter the Belgian green building market, paying close attention to the unique characteristics of the Belgian population. The high standard of living in most of the country represents a multitude of export opportunities for high quality building products. It is important to note that the cost of housing and renovation in Belgium has increased significantly and is expected to continue to rise. The scarcity of land in all three regions of Belgium has led to rising costs in the building and construction sector.
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Here is an adorable U.S. Metal Toy Mfg. Co child's tin lithograph watering can with still crisp and colorful graphics with two different water scenes. This watering can dates to the 1950-1960 era. The can measures approx 6" to the top of the can, and 5" across the bottom. The can is in excellent condition with no color fade, some scratches. light surface wear commensurate with its age, and what appears to be the remnants of a price sticker on top. Difficult to tell but there may be some extremely light rust areas on the spout body and there may be a perception that the handle is slightly bent but I believe it was manufactured like that for a purpose.
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The part of my project i've worked on today was the part of when Maddie told her big sister Vanessa about Jacksonville455 on the computer that asked Maddie for her information.Thats the second part but its going good.
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Discussion in 'General Talk' started by Barry Danks, Aug 16, 2016.
Hey just curious on how some of you have mounted home/limit switches on your z axis?
That would really depend on how your Z is constructed.
Some have mounts that wrap around the round bearing shafts.
Some have plates that bolt to the extrusion.
We have an i3 clone that has a wood frame that has the switches screwed to the wood frame.
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Did you know that a dog has to be treated like an object, according to automobile safety regulations? It has to be secured in the car, by law. Yet some drivers allow their dog to sit in the car unsecured without thinking of the possible consequences. Yet in the case of an accident, your dog should in no way suffer injuries. The Kurgo Auto Safety Belt Tether is of high quality and tremendously practical as well. Use one and your conscience will immediately be clear — which will have a positive effect on your driving — and your dog will feel more comfortable as well.
The tether can be extended from 15 to 22 inches. That provides your 4-legged sweetheart a certain freedom of movement on the back seat. Operation is extremely easy: One end of the tether is clicked onto the automobile dog harness with the strong snap hook. That way, you are belting up your dog, regardless of its size. You then click the other end of the tether into the belt buckle of your car. The tether works with every current model of automobile (except Volvo). If during your trip, you get in and out of your car several times, just open the snap hook and leave the tether attached in the car.
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Shooting: Mustache! Brazilian fans adopt man with no country
By Mary Milliken
RIO DE JANEIRO (Reuters) - From the beginning of the men's skeet semi-final on Saturday, there was something about Abdullah Al-Rashidi that grabbed the Brazilian fans.
Maybe it was his age, the oldest of the competitors at 52. Maybe it was the fact that the Kuwaiti was competing under the Olympic flag, his country having been banned from competition by the International Olympic Committee (IOC).
For Brazilian spectator Daniel Grillo, it was simply his "bigode," Portuguese for mustache.
"He looks so exotic with that mustache," said Grillo, a 24-year-old student.
With scores of other Brazilians in the stands, he shouted "Bigode" in a chant that would not be out of place at the Maracana, the soccer cathedral down the road.
And with a crowd-winning smile, Rashidi went on to win the bronze in skeet, his first medal in six Olympic Games.
"I feel like I am from Brazil and not Kuwait," said a grateful Rashidi, who is also a falconer. "Thank you Brazil!"
He thought it was a funny nickname, especially since his mustache used to be much bigger and is now just a finger-wide graying strip above his mouth. Continued...


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Sail Date: April 02, 2016
Reviewed: 1 year ago
Traveled As: Couple
Room Type: Balcony
Ship was refurbished but not enough. Aquaclass no longer supplies free bottled water daily. Pretty chintzy and starts cruise with disappointing attitude. Understaffing leaves a lot to be desired in service. Most staff members were excellent, but a few are remembered for their lack of service skills. Ice cream attendant was asked for tongs for cookies said "I am busy. Use you hands." Really? Food was bland and a few maintenance problems were inconvenient. Two of three excursions were disappointing. Entertainment was excellent and Celebrity band and performers were outstanding. We arrived at ports on schedule and disembarkation was easy and fast. Overall disappointing cruise as compared to other Celebrity cruises we have taken.
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|Cabin was good and service was excellent. Disappointed to book Aquaclass and learn bottled water was no longer supplied. Only reason for upgrading.
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|Cartagena, Spain
|Excursion was very good.
|Civitavecchia (Rome), Italy
|Tips are included on most items. Not like in U.S.
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Durban: Barring a miracle, Bangladesh will finally end its embarrassing streak of 26 straight defeats when it begins its World Cup campaign at the Kingsmead on Tuesday. The confidence stems from the fact that its opponent in the day-night encounter is Canada, who came through the qualifying ranks to take part in only its second World Cup. Victory, however, cannot be taken for granted since the Canadians, comprising mainly West Indian and Asian immigrants, did win one of its two matches against Bangladesh so far. Bangladesh has struggled to compete with the big boys, having succeeded in just three of its 61 One-day matches since being granted One-day International status in 1985-86. And one of those victories was marred in controversy when it toppled mighty Pakistan in the previous World Cup in England four years ago amidst cries of foul play. Bangladesh's confidence has been lifted by a 4-1 win over fellow World Cuppers Namibia in a warm-up series last month, which featured an astonishing innings of 177 off 145 balls by opener Al Sahariar in the last game. Unfortunately for Bangladesh, those matches did not have One-day International status. A bigger morale-booster was the five-wicket win Bangladesh managed in a practice match against South African provincial side KwaZulu-Natal last week following Ehsanul Haque's 92 and 68 from Sahariar. The same KwaZulu side defeated Saurav Ganguly's India the following day. "The wins over Namibia and KwaZulu-Natal has put us in the right frame of mind for the World Cup," said captain Khaled Mashud. "We know our limitations. We are expected to compete only against Kenya and Canada, but I am confident we will put up a good fight against the fancied teams as well." "If we play consistently, we will do well," said Mashud, the 27-year-old who has spoken of quitting the captaincy after the World Cup to concentrate on his wicket- keeping. Canada, coached by former West Indian batsman Gus Logie, made its only other World Cup appearance in 1979 when it was shot out for a record low of 45 by England. Logie, however, was confident his team has come a long way since. "The wickets are harder here, but they've seen the South African players and the international teams. They are mentally strong enough to handle the conditions," he said. Canada is led by Madras-born Joseph Harris, a handy batsman who boasts of a healthy ICC Trophy average of just over 41. Off spinner John Davison, who has played with Victoria in Australia, will be expected to take wickets.
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Title: There Is No Crime Without Punishment
Timeframe: Prequel Trilogy
Character(s): Anakin Skywalker, Other: Obi-wan Kenobi, Shmi Skywalker
Warnings: Death, Angst
Summary: There are many ways in which one can perceive justice.
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction, and nothing in here belongs to me. Well, my unruly imagination does, but I don't think anyone would ever want that, so I'll keep it peacefully and continue to feed it every six hours.
"There is no crime without punishment"
The blue flame of energy that is your lightsaber- that is you, in some sensual, spiritual way the universe wouldn't want to know and ever find out- moves without your consent, without your will towards the other's throat. Your will- or what should be your will- is gone in the momentary fog of "now" and "do it" and "slaver".
The will of someone ( you? maybe) who is training to be a Jedi (the best, most powerful Jedi there ever was) is gone together with the knowledge that your opponent's weapon is gone, as well.
The keen eyes of the warrior you are notice it, catalogue it, and narrow in the before the strike thrill.
"But, Obi-wan... He had a weapon. He was a dangerous criminal! A criminal that would continue one day to enslave other beings!"
"Jedi are supposed to deal justice. He was a criminal. An armed criminal."
"Master, please..."
Why do you cry?
No, you don't.
Why do you want to cry?
"He deserved it," you whisper quietly, when your Master is long gone to discuss something important with somebody important. Your numb brain supplies the details and names.
He did. That gives you a peace of mind and trembling- tentative at first- feeling of pride. He was a slaver.
That was justice.
"What's th..." Obi-wan cut himself short, eyes closing for a moment in displeasure (it is always that). Was it a curse? Yes. Anakin wanted to scold his Master- the teasing smile never far behind- for improper language, but he, too, cut himself short, in bewilderment.
The first stone flew from the left, the mass of faces from that area- including the thrower's, surely- contorted in unspeakable pleasure
"Primitive," Obi-wan spat quietly, before striding in powerful steps towards the middle of the clearing.
The stone hit its target moments before another followed it.
You don't know whose cries are stronger, the painful choked sobs that should in all reasonable ways be hard to distinguish in the commotion, or the gleeful jeers of the crowd.
"Veesto! Veesto! Veesto!" The crowd is getting angry when Obi-wan starts protesting, Anakin's Master's form drawn to its full height (something that isn't so impressive in itself, but Obi-wan is nearly furious under his civilised countenance, and the grey thunders sparkling in his eyes are altogether a different matter).
And finally, you know what you have to do.
Anakin made his way to the middle of the angry circle, to stand next to his Master and over the lying woman.
"Veesto is for justice in Hindrin?"
The only response you get for a moment is an offended silence. Obi-wan tends to the semi-lucid woman they extracted from the clearing with sharp, rapid movements that speak of his growing irritation.
He sighs, closes his eyes (Henya, quick meditation- in cases when releasing stronger emotions to the Force does not work, your mind supplies readily) and finally looks at you.
"Yes, Anakin. Veesto means justice in the language of people of Hindra."
Obi-wan looks at you with those eyes of his that always think of you as inexperienced, uncontrollable child that does not know anything and whose reaction to the world is "dangerous".
"But what we've seen there, in the front of the Temple of Mistho, didn't have anything to do with justice. It was barbaric. That woman was sentenced to death without even standing a trial!" Obi-wan looks at you again, probably knowing what circles in your head before your thoughts form any coherency, and you sometimes think you hate those eyes.
Then you're blushing slightly, embarrassed, and murmur a barely audible agreement to your Master's words.
"Mom?" Her presence is near you, reassuring, warm and loving in a way only she can be. You grasp her hand more tightly with your own. "What's happenin, Mom?"
She doesn't answer for a moment, and you look at her imploringly, not understanding. Shmi forced a smile and looked at her son's face, the hand Anakin wasn't holding drawing his face into her clothes, shielding his eyes.
"Mom!" he protested, wriggling away, his eyes holding a teasing light that dimmed quickly, replaced with even more confusion.
Their blue held no comprehension, and for that she was thankful.
"Toobu!" A voice disentangled itself from the crowd for a moment, everybody falling silent at its rawness and pain. Shmi tightens her hold on you, but when you look up at her, you see what you almost expected to see: a desire to protect you, love, determination to keep you away from the thick crowd where something bad was happening- you heard the scream of pain (one scream, there was no more, so it couldn't be so bad, Watto had sometimes beaten you and you had screamed more, and even the bruises had disappeared usually several days later) over the reaction of the satisfied crowd.
Everything was there, in Shmi's eyes, but you startle to see the shade of grim satisfaction as well. Your mother looks briefly to the side, where the crowd is thinner, and where a woman is weeping openly, demanding to know where was her daughter, and asking the sands and the winds and even the Hutts to let her see her child.
Shmi pushes you forward, her hand tight and almost painful on your shoulder, but you don't complain, because she would never cause you any pain, and you're big enough not to complain, and you don't.
The shape which you only managed to catch a glance of through the rough fabric of Shmi's dress looked like a mass of red and swollen fresh, and was probably a man once.
Shmi tightens her hold on you, and you look up to peer into her eyes. She looks lost and angry, and you're afraid for a moment, before her eyes are soft and on your eye-level and she's hugging you to her and everything is alright, once again.
Her embrace is tight and her eyes are hard as she looks at the men around her, as if looking for danger and daring anyone to hurt her son, but you cannot see it, not buried in her arms like you are.
You feel it, though, in that way neither you nor she ever speaks about.
"Mom? Was this man... a bad guy?"
She looks at you hesitantly, but there is a distant memory of flame in the brown eyes. "Yes, Anakin. He was a bad man," she says at last, quietly, her hand instinctively searching for you, as if to make sure you haven't dissolved into dusty air before her eyes.
And her words are enough to calm you, knowing that whatever the man has done, the justice has been dealt.
You're distinctly aware of movement in your own bed, and were you not so worried (terrified) about different matters, you'd have done something about that... intrusion.
Or whatever else it was.
You think you're dreaming; you have to. You haven't travelled to Tatooine in the last months (years, no...you haven't traveled there ever, only away from it, and the guilt gnaws at your insides like a Krayt dragon, that you've escaped so cowardly, so willingly) and so the fact that you're seeing your mother now, before your very own eyes, is enough to prove that whatever it is, it is not a reality.
You try to smile, say something, touch her hand, run your hand through the coarse hair, but there's enough blood and pain- her pain, it is your fault- on your hands. and you're afraid to make a step in her direction.
Her skin is broken, purple bruises shining like shards in the glass, and your fingers itch to touch, to mend it, make it right, but you know it'll break further if you do, and so you stay frozen by the harsh suns of Tatooine.
You can't do anything.
The blood is fresh and the copper scent in the hot air almost make you gag, and you're crawling away, the sand turning a bloody shade from the amount of life liquid soaking into it- only nothing made you ever think of death more profusely, and nothing will, and she's dying, right there, and you do nothing.
Like you did nothing when Qui-gon told you you were leaving her behind.
The stretching pool of copper desert reaches your palms, and you finally, brokenly, accept it that it taints your hands and always will.
When you wake up, beads of sweat covering your forehead and your Padawan braid plastered to your heaving and wet chest, you take a moment to realise the movements in your bed have not been that of an enemy (or another intruder like Obi-wan, who sometimes checks on you when you're having a nightmare), but the vehement thrashing of your own limbs. Another moment and you relive the dream, the vision of what could never be, no please, and you force yourself- willingly- to see every detail of the ordeal, every inch of pain on your mother's beloved face.
You know you deserve to see it. You deserve the turmoil and suffering and pure hell it gives you, for it is only just that the son who cannot protect his mother and the son who left behind the mother who loved him and cared for him and who was his world suffers appropriately for his crime.
If only the Force would grant it that he'd be the only one suffering for this, he'll gladly take the punishment. He's the one who deserves it, no one other.
Background information regarding the beginning: Anakin was fighting with Krayn, who was a slaver and kept Anakin as a slave in mines for some time; during the fight, he probably lost his weapon and was killed by Anakin. When later asked about this, Anakin kept claiming that his adversary was armed when he delivered the killing blow.
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Aegean Sea cruise on Royal Caribbean Rhapsody of the Seas June 1 - 12, 2015
Sail Date: June 01, 2015
Reviewed: 2 years ago
Traveled As: Couple
Room Type: Oceanview
The ports visited were fantastic. The ship was beautiful, but we were disappointed with the main courses at lunch in the WIndjammer buffet and dinner in the main dining room.
We got a family Ocean view room which provided extra room and closet space which was a great plus.
Royal Caribbean did a great job of boading the ship and handing the entry and return at all of the ports visited which included two ports in Turkey after leaving from Istanbul and four islands in Greece -- Santirini (our favorite for natural beauty), Rhodes, Mykinos, and Creete as well as Athens.
Our agent at United.Com did not get us some of the perks that other crusiers in similar Ocean View cabins were offered such as Buy One Get One Free on Beverage Package and Internet Usage.
All of the excursion tour guides were excellent. We booked a number of excursions through United.Com that used ShoreExcursionGroup to link with local companies. As promised, most of these tours had smaller groups (about 12 average) which provided an improved experience (and lower price) than the excursions booked through Royal Caribbean. Our best two guides were TheoDora in Athens and Selcuk Ersan in Istanbul.
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|Kusadasi (Ephesus), Turkey
|excellent on excursion purchased from United.Com through ShoreExcursionGroup
|Bodrum, Turkey
|Rhodes, Greece
|tour of walled medieval city -- excellent on excursion purchased from United.Com through ShoreExcursionGroup
|Santorini, Greece
|most beautiful views -- excellent on excursion purchased from United.Com through ShoreExcursionGroup
|Piraeus (Athens), Greece
|seeing the Acropolis and visiting the museum at its base
|Mykonos, Greece
|enjoyed tour of Delos on Royal Caribbean excursion
|Souda (Chania), Crete
|Istanbul, Turkey
|get a full day tour as there is so much to see....our guide Selcuk Ersan (email@example.com was excellent
Windjammer buffet got very crowded from 8:30 - 9:30 AM for breakfast so go earlier to get a good table with water view.


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Morgan watched as Reid grabbed his jacket off the coat rack, preparing to leave. A sudden desire for the younger man to stay swept over him. It didn't surprise him much, as Morgan had long ago accepted the fact that he was sexually attracted to Spencer Reid. The only question was did Reid feel the same way about him. Morgan believed the young genius did, judging from the looks that were often cast in his direction. However, the dark-skinned profiler knew that Reid would never act on those feelings on his own.
Knowing an unwanted advance would completely mess up their relationship, Morgan finally decided to throw caution to the wind. No matter the outcome, he wanted to know. Getting up from the couch, Morgan walked toward the front door. As Reid began pulling it open, Morgan reached past him and pushed the door shut, holding it there. Reid tried futilely to pull it open for a few moments before turning in defeat.
"What's wrong with you, Morgan?" Reid asked, a trace of anger in his voice as he turned around to face his friend. Reid found that Morgan was right there in front of him and found himself take a step backwards, running into the still closed front door."Morgan?" Reid asked, a trace of fear in his voice.
"I'd prefer it if you didn't leave quite yet," Morgan told him, taking another step toward him. A piece of paper was about all that could have gotten between the two of their bodies. Reid's eyes were a swirl of emotions. Doubt, confusion, fear, uneasiness - Morgan could see them all their in those brown depths. But there was also something else there. A flicker of hope and a trace of desire?
"I'm not sure if this is the best idea," Reid said, nervously even though he didn't make any attempt to move.
Morgan didn't answer, knowing that the kid had a point. This could have disastrous consequences for both of their careers. Or the two of them could finally find something that would fill the loneliness that they felt inside.
Slipping his hand behind Reid's head, fingers entwining in his hair, Morgan took another step forward. The movement pressed his body up against Reid's. With the door behind him, the younger agent had nowhere to move. Reid felt trapped but oddly had no real desire to want to break free. He let his head rest back against Morgan's hand.
Morgan placed the hand that wasn't entwined in Reid's hair, palm flat against the door not far from the younger agent's elbow. He leaned in close. "Just tell me you're not interested and I'll back off," he said softly. Hearing no words of protest, Morgan leaned in, his lips finding the soft flesh of Reid's neck. The moan of pleasure from the younger man was the only answer that he needed. He placed kisses down the side of Reid's neck.
Morgan felt a shiver go through his friend's body. Looking up he saw that Reid had his eyes closed. Knowing that the younger man probably didn't have much experience in this field, Morgan decided the shiver had been the result of a combination of pleasure and fear. Slow. He had to take this slow for the younger man or risk scaring him away.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time," Morgan told him softly.
"I didn't know you felt this way," Reid said, his voice barely audible. "I mean you're always chasing after girls."
"A ruse to make my life seem normal to other people. My true feelings are why I never get serious with any of them," Morgan replied, as he tilted his head in the other direction, this time his mouth seeking Reid's earlobe. Nibbling on it gently, Morgan untangled his hand from Reid's hair and shifting his body only slightly, began to undo the buttons of Reid's shirt. Reaching the last one, Morgan pushed the cloth back over the younger man's shoulders, and half-way down his arms, restricting movement. Morgan's mouth sought Reid's lips. When his lips met his co-workers lips, Morgan realized they were just as soft as he had imagined. It wasn't long before the gesture had turned into a two-way kiss.
Morgan felt the familiar, pleasurable sensation below his waist and he deepened his kiss, pressing against Reid. Pinned between the door and his body, Morgan was aware of the same reaction from Reid as he was experiencing. Suddenly a moan escaped Reid's lips, muffled by the proximity of Morgan's mouth, and the younger man quickly placed both hands on Morgan's shoulders. Morgan felt Reid's full weight on him and knew the sensations that his companion was feeling was causing him to feel weak at the knees.
Morgan placed his left hand on Reid's arm and let it trail slowly up his arm. As he took Reid's hand in his own, he broke the kiss.
"Let's take this somewhere more comfortable," Morgan said, veiling the command as a request.
Reid gave no protest as Morgan led him toward his bedroom. Morgan walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, Reid still standing in front of him. Reaching out, Morgan gently guided the younger man so that Reid was in his lap, straddling his legs. In that position, the pressure from Reid's swollen length sent a stimulating feeling through the older man. Seeing Reid open his mouth to speak, Morgan placed one finger against his lips, a soft 'shhh' issuing from his mouth, afraid the young genius would state some kind of statistics about something.
Removing his finger from Reid's lips, Morgan replaced it with his lips. As he enjoyed the feeling of his lips on Reid's Morgan unbuttoned and removed his own dress shirt, discarded it on his own. Not breaking from the kiss, Morgan felt, for Reid's wrists, blindly undoing the buttons on the sleeves and completely removing the article of clothing, discarding it to on the floor.
Morgan started to break the kiss and was pleased when Reid pursued him, trying to continue it, knowing the younger man was getting into the moment himself. Laying back on the bed, Morgan pulled Reid down with him. As the kiss continued, Morgan maneuvered their bodies so that he was on top of the younger man. Resting his hands on either side of Reid, Morgan once again broke the kiss, this time, trailing his lips down Reid's chin and down the soft part of his throat.
Growing bolder, Morgan felt Reid's hands undoing the button of his pants. Morgan let out his own moan of pleasure. Morgan stopped placing the kisses on Reid's exposed skin and moved so that he was now straddling Reid, his knees on either side of the younger man's thighs. As Reid brought the zipper of his pants down, Morgan reached out and took a hold of Reid's wrists. With a bit of force, Morgan pinned Reid's wrists to the bed above his head, taking control of the situation once again.
"Not so soon," Morgan said softly, as he felt Reid struggle to free his hands. Shifting his grip, Morgan soon had both of Reid's skinny wrists in his left hand, still holding them to the bed. He took his right hand and trailed his finger slowly down the exposed underside of Reid's arm. "You should know I like to be in control, Kid," Morgan told him, continuing to trail his finger softly down Reid's body, the feel of each rib distinct as his finger trailed down Reid's torso.
Reid's body shuddered in pleasure, the moan from his lips echoing the feeling. Encouraged, as he reached the top of Reid's pants, Morgan trailed his finger across the bare skin above the pants and then slowly up the other side. He then leaned down, and put his lips over one of Reid's nipples. With his tongue he massaged the nipple, feeling Reid's body tense with pleasure underneath him.
Losing track of time, Morgan continued the ministrations. Beneath his left hands Reid's struggles to free his hands ceased as he gave in to the feeling. Morgan could feel his own pants getting tighter with his pleasure. He decided it was time to take this to the next level. With the hand that wasn't holding Reid's hands to the bed, Morgan grasped the button of the younger man's pants. With one hand, he managed to get the button back through the hole, loosening the pants.
Reid's attempts to free his hands resumed. Morgan pressed a little harder on them, easily restraining the younger man. The struggles spurred him on and he took a hold of the metal zipper and pushed it down. Beneath him, he could feel Reid's body start to tremble. Slowly, he placed his hand against the bare skin of Reid's abdomen and pushed his fingers underneath the elastic of the boxers Reid wore.
"Morgan, stop."
It wasn't the words that caught Morgan's attention but the tone in which they were said. The two words came out as a whimper. Glancing up, Morgan saw that the look of pleasure on Reid's face had been replaced by fear. Tears trailed down his cheeks.
"Pretty Boy, what is it?" Morgan asked, his voice laced with concern as he placed his right hand on the bed next to Reid. He also let go of Reid's wrists and gently wiped the tears away.
"I thought I was ready but . . ."
"Have you ever done this before?" Morgan asked.
Reid shook his head, closing his eyes. Morgan let his head hang down. He had figure that the younger man wouldn't have much experience but he hadn't thought he was still a virgin. As much as it hurt to deny his own pleasure, he knew he couldn't force this. Not just for his own sake, but because he couldn't put Reid through that. Through what he had felt when Buford had raped him. If Reid wasn't ready, he wasn't ready.
"I'm sorry."
Morgan wiped more tears away. "There is nothing to be sorry about. We'll take it slow," he told him softly.
Un-straddling the younger man, Morgan laid down on the bed next him. He then gathered Reid in his arms. The younger man didn't resist, and soon his head was resting on Morgan's chest.
"I've waited this long to show you how I felt about you Spencer, I can wait a little longer to take this to the next step," Morgan told him, reaching up to run his fingers through Reid's hair once more. "You're worth waiting for."
Reid didn't respond as he laid there, listening to Morgan's heart beat in his chest. Being held by him at least felt right and he made no move to free himself from Morgan's protective hold.


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Date: 2nd May 2017
Duration: 03:35
Some hidden features in iOS that utilise WiFi to help improve your iPhone experience - providing you have the bandwidth and your carrier provides support!
Date: 18th April 2017
Duration: 04:40
This weekly tip video covers some of the updates in Apples recent iOS 10.3 release.
iOS 10.3 is the first iOS release to use Apple File System (APFS) - not a lot to see, but kudos to Apple on successfully migrating so many devices to the new file system.
Find my Airpods is a new addition to Find my Phone, and I also take a look at the new weather integration with Apple Maps.
Date: 11th November 2016
Duration: 47:19
More updates for macOS, iOS 10, watchOS 3 & tvOS.
Some minor changes to Mail on the Mac and iOS, some big changes to Maps on iOS and a first look at setting up Home Automation with HomeKit and the new Home App on iPad and iPhone.
Date: 13th October 2016
Duration: 36:11
Continuing with our look at Apples latest OS for the iPhone and iPad, I also take a look at some of the new features of the dramatically enhanced watchOS 3.
Apple have significantly improved the Apple Watch with the release of watchOS 3 by increasing performance and removing the friction points that were so evident in the first releases of watchOS. Performance is drastically improved and the usability of the Apple Watch has been transformed - so much so that unless you really need GPS or waterproofing, upgrading to a series 2 Apple Watch is optional.
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Date: 30th September 2016
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Srinagar, Nov 20 (UNI) About 73 per cent polling was recorded in four polling stations in Sonawari constituency of Kashmir and two booths in Kargil Assembly segment where repolling was held today.
According to official figures, more than 65 per cent voters had cast their votes in two polling booths in Sonawari while poll percentage in as many booths in Kargil was above 79 per cent.
The figures said out of 763 votes in Poshwari-A polling booth, 528 votes were pollled while in Poshwari-B out of 738 votes, 446 were polled in Sonawari constituency.
Out of 601 votes in Apati polling station in Kargil segment, 514 had cast their ballots while in Chaliskote booth out of 718 votes, 534 were polled.
Polling was held peacefully and there was no report of any untoward incident.
The Election Commission of India (ECI) had ordered a repoll in these polling booths on the basis of the reports of the Returning Officers and the Observers and also taking into account all the material circumstances.
The ECI has, under sub-section (a) of Section 68 of the Jammu and Kashmir Representation of People's Act, 1957, declared the polling taken on November 17 as void and had fixed today for repoll.


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Starting our testing with films, the Sandstrøm S47S13 does OK. No more, no less.
In the plus column, voices are well-rounded, clear and convincing, with no distortions, no sense of compression with deep male voices, and only a faint trace of shrillness with high-pitched female voices.
The Sandstrøm also does a quite nice job of reproducing the subtle treble details in an audio mix that tend to elude the vast majority of built-in TV speakers, revealing more sensitivity in the speaker design than might have been expected for its puny price.
We were also impressed to find the Sandstrøm S47S13's soundstage spreading quite some distance from the physical confines of the bar, both vertically and horizontally. The vertical component of this soundstage 'spread' is particularly important, since it ensures that dialogue sounds like it's coming from the screen above the soundbar, avoiding the sense of dialogue dislocation you can get with some soundbars.
This combination of a wide soundstage and decent levels of subtle detail help the Sandstrøm S47S13 deliver a solid sense of space – though it's important to stress that the speaker doesn't appear to have any fancy audio processing on board for generating any sense of surround sound audio detail. The audio information from the Sandstrøm remains strictly in front of you. Though to be honest, given how artificial and forced surround sound experiences from soundbars tend to be, especially at the budget end of the market, the lack of surround sound information from the Sandstrøm S47S13 is probably more of a blessing than a curse.
The Sandstrøm S47S13's shortcomings emerge during dense action scenes or when a scene is accompanied by a particularly layered or thumping audio score. At these times a lack of raw power and bass extension leads to the soundstage starting to sound compressed, overloaded and artificial.
Part of the problem is that the S47S13 actually tries a bit too hard to replicate the bass depths you might hear with a louder, more powerful soundbar or a soundbar accompanied by a subwoofer. It's not willing enough to accept the bass limitations of its mid-range drivers and work within them, instead trying to force them to bass depths they're just not capable of reaching without sounding brittle and muddy.
You can reduce the problem by turning off the bass booster, but of course, while this stops the Sandstrøm S47S13's from sounding so artificial and overloaded, it also means bass sounds a little thin and weedy compared with the best soundbars. Particularly noticeable is how the soundstage isn't able to 'expand' to meet the requirements of an action sequence with the bass booster off.
The Sandstrøm S47S13 displays a similar mix of strengths and frailties with music. It sounds just fine with relatively undemanding content – simple pop music and relatively simple classical arrangements. However, its lack of bass grunt and dynamic range makes it sound a little artificial with rockier songs or more densely structured classical fare.
It also has to be said that unlike the world's best digital music speaker systems, the Sandstrøm S47S13 doesn't seriously attempt to reintroduce any of the sound quality that's lost during the digital music compression process, leaving your average bit-rate audio rip sounding a bit brittle and sibilant.
If you're after a soundbar that manages to deliver a genuine improvement to the audio performance of the majority of built-in TV audio systems for an extraordinarily low cost, the Sandstrøm S47S13 does the job. It's very cheap and, whatever shortcomings it has, it's still an improvement on most TV speakers.
If you're after a level of performance that lets you to get fully and consistently immersed in your favourite movies and music, we'd say you need to spend a bit more on something like the £290 LG NB4530A. And if that's a bit too rich for your blood but you can stand to spend a little more, consider the surprisingly well rounded £160 Toshiba SBM1W.
The Sandstrøm S47S13 looks cute and is so cheap for a six-driver soundbar equipped with Bluetooth and NFC support that it's hard to understand how Currys can be making any profit on it. It's got enough power and sensitivity to deliver an emphatic improvement over your average built-in TV audio performance, too. So long as you don't expect miracles, it's a decent buy.
Wow what a great bargain nice find TR. I shall have to investigate further as we have been looking at soundbars.
Recently the sound on our TV is really starting to annoy us especially when watching a movie. The dialogue is very unclear and a sounbar should make a significant improvement.
Just bought one for 74.99 currys, its best I tried anywhere near this price. Better sound and better looking than most under £150 in my oppinion. Very impressed with it.
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ChloeMint Green and Brown Chloe Python Leather Top Handle Satchel Bag
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This stunning Chloe satchel is likely a limited edition piece from the 2008 Spring/Summer Collection. Constructed of mint green python leather. Structured brown leather top handles. Front clasp closure.Interior features soft, pale blue leather panels. One zipper pocket and one open pocket for storage. Zipper pocket has long blue leather tassel pull. Comes with detachable, riveted cross body strap. Retails for approximately $2,000 - $3,000. Serial:C.2.04932120
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Hello! I know it's been awhile since I posted something new for you guys, but I have been hard at work, publishing a collection of my Phantom stories! I'm excited to say that it is nearly finished and will hopefully be out next week! Updates will be on my Facebook page as well as my website as soon as it is available. It has been quite a task, but it will be 10 stories previously posted and 2 that you guys have never read from my personal archive! Yay!
More news! Anyone living in or around the Colorado area, I am going to be out there in July performing and signing books! July 25th in Golden, Colorado! There is information on my website for that as well, and I would absolutely love to meet any phans able to come. I'm going to be performing a full recital, and afterward, "Opera Macabre", "The Devil's Galley", and my Phantom story collection will be sold and signed. Seating is limited, but the recital itself is free!
Anyway, onto the story!
SUMMARY: Told in Erik's POV, a stolen pleasure and its inevitable guilt.
"Kiss Me Alive"
I am haunted by angels.
An angel I want, an angel I want to be. Angels with golden voices and beauty more than God allows. Such blasphemy when I have no belief in God. But angels… An angel's existence made me wish I had faith.
Christine is an angel trapped on earth's surface. I have no doubt in such an assertion. An angel with wings clipped and flight stolen. No, she cannot fly, not her mortal body, but her voice… Yes, her voice flies. It soars up to heaven and makes a God I refuse to believe in weep with its gloriousness. Eternal, inhuman, flawless, and for a man obsessed with possessing perfection when he cannot have it on his own, she is meant to be mine. Perfection deems it so.
Love is a potent emotion; mixed with infatuation, it can consume. I loved Christine in a way that frightened me. I didn't reason beneath the power of my heart. I was supposed to be better than that. I was the omnipotent Opera Ghost, but she made me a pathetic worm crawling in the dirt under her shoes for one grazing of her life.
It finally became too much, and I could tolerate it no longer. I was not a man used to denials and disappointments when I set my mind to something. The world was cold and cruel; I'd learned to bend it to my will and take. But where Christine was concerned, I faltered. No more. I was about to change the course of our story.
She was staying with me, sleeping so trustingly beneath the opera house as if it wasn't the hell I typically dubbed it. She belonged in sunlight, outside heaven's door, and through my voice and our sordid connection, I kept her chained to the underground like Persephone carried off by Hades. She was my goddess, and I was as undeserving of her presence as any lord of the dead.
As per our typical routine when she was my guest, she retired early after her lesson. She did not linger and prolong conversation as she once did when an angel had been her ally. Now she chose distance and confining herself a door away from a monster. I missed candid talks and smiles, but as I kept reminding myself, I'd only been worthy of such tokens with a mirrored doorway stood between us and she believed me above her. Demons were granted frowns and walls.
Silent stealth was one of my talents; playing the resident Opera Ghost for so long required it. Employing its masking device now, I crept to the threshold of her bedroom and loomed outside its sanctuary. I longed to be allowed access, but only fools made wishes that had no chance of being fulfilled. Permission would never be mine, and I was through waiting for it like a pathetic, unrequited lover. It was time to take.
She was asleep. I was confident in my assessment before I dared turn the knob. Unlocked… Practically an invitation if not a real request, and I clasped subtext with both hands and quietly slipped inside.
She'd turned out all the lights, nothing but thin strips from the hallway sconces creeping in about the door's shape, but I thrived in darkness. It was my natural habitat. For a creature of the light like my Christine, dark was hindering, blinding; for me, I saw better with its protective shield.
My eyes sought her out, and I stifled a sigh to gaze upon her without the usual weight of suspicion hanging between us. She was curled on her side upon her lush, canopy bed, her dark curls randomly strewn upon her pillow and delicately resting against her temples. Porcelain features too fragile for reality were relaxed and soft, dark lashes curved in crescent shapes upon her cheeks. How the image of her glorious beauty alone made me ache!
It amazed me that there were people in the world who wittingly chose to be without these feelings. It was usually those hell-bent on insisting the transcendental power of God. They chose to live in such denial, embracing celibate lifestyles, but they had their God to fill the unmitigated void left behind. They did not require touch and kiss because they believed they had something better. But I… I did not choose a life without human contact; it was forced upon me. Before Christine, I had accepted it as my cross to bear, unfair but a sacrifice to make. Now to look upon her and realize how many of mankind's inherent gifts I had lived without, I finally felt anger and a need to petulantly cry and dub it unjust punishment. Was it not enough that I was ugly and suffered the repercussions of possessing a horror for a face? I had to lose everything that constituted a real mortal existence as well?
My eyes fixed to Christine's pink, full lips, and I unconsciously crept closer to her bedside. A work of art. I'd spent countless minutes fixated on their shapes. When she grinned, their fullness thinned out and spread wide; when she sang, they puckered ever so slightly, depending on the vowel. Now in peaceful slumber, they looked soft and tender, calling to me with a more mesmerizing siren song than even when music poured from their cavern.
A kiss… They begged for the kiss I longed to bestow with nothing more than their perfection. My desire leapt like sparks beneath my skin for that very thing. A kiss…, and I could steal one now as she slept and she need never know.
The idea made my blood race and heart pulse deafeningly in my ears. To dare such an indiscretion upon the woman I adored? It was a sin greater than the murder I'd willingly committed before. This meant to defile something so pure that her God should smite me for the idea alone. But…temptation had a taste, and it was as intoxicating as wine, twisting better judgment with the insistence that if she didn't know, it would be only my sin to carry.
Shivering down every limb, I reached a yearning hand to that beautiful angel face. Touch was just as damning when it was taken without consent, so I did no more than graze the air above her mouth. I didn't touch, but her soft breath brushed my fingertips, and I shuddered. It was almost a caress, and considering that she would never knowingly grant me a single touch, it was bliss.
Steal a kiss… No one need know… It would fester on my conscience alone. The need churned in my gut because I was terrified that this purloined pleasantry would be all I'd ever have.
My trembling hand lifted from the blessed air above her lips to my mask and fumbled uncharacteristically with its lacings. A kiss meant I had to be vulnerable without its protection. If I dared leave it in place, it would press into her skin and surely awaken my sleeping beauty and alert her of my condemning act. So for the first time since she had stripped me of its presence, I stood before her with my deformity on display. Of course in the dark, I was no more than a silhouetted nightmare grown out of shadows, but I still kept my paranoia in my violently shivering hands.
My face was a horror, my mouth a misshapen, pathetic creation. Sense arrived if only to taunt me and make comparisons between Christine's perfectly-sculpted lips and my distorted ones. Ugly, demented, deformed, unworthy. Such insults played in the forefront of my mind along with a seemingly irrational fear that if I kissed her, my ugliness would leave a stain behind and tattle upon my transgression. As if should I kiss her asleep, she would awaken the next morning and find her lips tainted with the residue of my internal disease. Ridiculous, rationale argued, but I couldn't quite let go of the conjured thought completely. One kiss could be her destruction even as I dubbed it my salvation.
But…no, I wanted, and I was tired of giving up every desire because of this face. Why should I not love like any other human being? Why did my tragic curse make me unlovable, untouchable, not good enough to exist on the same plane of life as every other man? It wasn't fair.
There were the irrational fears my deformity spurred, but then there were the rational ones my inexperience equally ignited. A kiss was a foreign contact to me; I wasn't even sure how to do it. Lips to lips. That was my only knowledge on the subject, learned from constantly being a silent observer to life. Lips to lips…
Holding my breath for fear its exhalation would warn her of my presence, I slowly bent to her. Timid and with a terror that gripped my heart like a steel vice, I hovered above her mouth, watching her at every chance. Had I ever been so close? Dear God, she was even more beautiful so near where imperfections could be found: the almost imperceptible freckles at random spots, the off-set alignment of her features, every detail that made her surpass beauty and become unique and extraordinary. How had I not noticed glorious flaws before? I suddenly loved her so much more for every one.
Delicate and ever-afraid, I touched my misshapen mouth to hers. Oh God! Fire shot through my body at first contact. Perhaps it was half-induced by the knowledge that this was forbidden and taboo. Ugliness claiming beauty. But I shuddered hard and fought to keep control as I kept my lips gently against hers, never too much pressure, never taking more than a taste of paradise.
All at once, I jerked back. …Oh no. I'd felt the subtlest change in her breath, a random erratic beat in the pattern of her heart.
Jerking my mask back to my face in a scuffle of motion that no longer knew what stealthy meant, I prepared for the worst. She shifted beneath the covers. Those lips I'd just soiled with my own parted to free a soft sigh, and I froze in horror and berated myself for my indiscretion.
My mind concocted the most awful scenario imaginable: Christine awaking, knowing I was there in her room when she'd been vulnerably asleep and stealing what wasn't mine. I'd lose every chance, every dream, and all because I'd dared to sin against the woman I loved.
No sound, no breath, nothing to betray, and to my relief, my effort worked. She did not stir beyond a new position, and within seconds, she calmed back to sleep. And my sin was unknown and clasped in fisted hands as I crept backwards to the door and abandoned a place I did not belong.
Within seconds of closing her away from my evil intentions, the guilt arrived, heavy and thick in my lungs, regret the likes of which I'd never known. Oh God, I truly was a monster. To steal from my beloved, to take affections that were not allowed, to think I had any right to caress her lips with my disfigured excuse for a mouth… I deserved hell's flames for my attempt, and she deserved heaven where she could fly free. I'd thought to alter the course of our story, but I was a fool. No amount of confiscated abuses would change things. A kiss was not a kiss if it was one-sided. I now saw the truth. I couldn't call what I'd taken anything but a violation, and I hated myself for it.
Night dragged on, but I never slept. I sat in my throne-like chair before the dwindling embers in the hearth and was swallowed in guilt's chasm. Nothing ever felt so condemning, and worse because I could still recall the warm softness of her lips against mine. Not a real kiss, and yet it branded far more permanently. Ah, her perfect lips… How could I look upon them now knowing their sweet texture and refrain from wanting more?
The guilt sickened me, but tears felt pathetic. No, I couldn't cry for being a monster when I'd known my role all along. Nor would I cry for the dreams I'd broken. …Dreams were too hope-filled for a man like me anyway.
I did not note time's passage as I dwelled and suffered. But soon enough, I heard the click and whisper of her opening door and hastily checked that my mask was in place and concealing, terrified she'd see my heinous mouth and read its sins in its malformed places.
Christine… Her approach was tentative, always hesitant and with that undying undercurrent of fear. She was afraid of me, and I suddenly called her intuition just.
Her silhouette came into view in the sitting room doorway before she timidly joined me, blue gaze always laden in questions she never voiced. She was…exquisite, and I abhorred her for it. Beautiful, young, a brilliant angel contained to the underworld. She should be allowed to fly.
"Good morning, ange," she greeted, and yet her words were devoid of readable emotion. Distance like an abyss extended between us and reminded me how far beneath her I was.
My eyes ran feverishly over the features of her face. In sleep, there had been innocent peace; now there was anxiety to tighten every detail. Apprehension was not pretty at all.
But my attention locked on her mouth and pink, full lips, and guilt twisted its knife within my chest again. They were as sculpted as remembered, and yet I sensed my mark upon them like an invisible ink stain bleeding into her pores and damaging her forever. And she was unaware; she'd remain unaware until it finally destroyed her. My kiss was as much a poison as my love.
"Is…something wrong?" she posed, and I was riveted to the motion of her mouth, the way every letter rippled to a new shape and reminded me of kissing. A kiss should have motion to be a valid caress, shouldn't it? I'd probably done it all wrong, but I had no basis for comparison.
My focus abruptly shifted to blue eyes, and a flush of heated embarrassment burned a path beneath my skin. Staring at her mouth like a dumbfounded fool? She was anxious enough in my presence, and now I was making it worse! Giving my crime away with my own eyes as my betrayer!
I cursed softly beneath my breath and had to look away from her image if only to create words. "Why do you keep coming back to me, Christine?" I dared to ask before sense could catch up and stop me. "Why do you put yourself so trustingly beneath my roof? You know what I am, what I've done, and yet you continuously return as if to tempt the devil to sin. Surely you realize it is a losing battle. Sin is Satan's pleasure, and you wave it before me and goad me to give in."
"I…it isn't my intention," she stammered, and out of my periphery, I noted how she shifted apprehensively on her feet. So afraid…always so afraid of me.
"No?" I retorted doubtfully. "You sleep down here a pathetic wall away. Do you perceive a closed door as an impenetrable barrier? This is hell, and you traipse through it and believe its flames will never burn you."
"Erik… I don't understand," she attempted, and I could not stop my fiery glare from landing upon her again and searching her beautiful face. I looked for malevolence, for a reason to pin blame upon her shoulders instead of my own, but…all she could be held accountable for was being too exquisite and that was not her fault.
I couldn't blame her for my weakness and a stolen kiss that tore at my insides, but perhaps this was God's fault instead. I would believe in God if only to have a scapegoat. By her faith, God made her; perhaps He knew I would succumb to something so elegantly crafted. He was the one to gift her with that angel's voice, and I had yet to decide if that was to bring me salvation or damnation. That voice made me certain she was mine.
"Why won't you love me, Christine?" I demanded, and the question felt logical and imperative. I was already in a masochistic frame of mind, but that question was at the core of everything, the center of my every action and every feeling.
My forwardness shook Christine, and I saw her blatant surprise before she lowered wide eyes to the carpet and hid the malaise of musings in blue depths. "Erik, …you're my teacher and…"
"And I am also a man. How quickly you forget that fact! You choose to deny every implication attached and continuously put yourself in my care as if desire is irrelevant and my love is an abomination. You trample upon my heart at every second because it is ugly and unwanted, and yet you return to me and take." Realization poked through the haze, and I found my exact point to accuse and nodded frantically as I insisted again, "Yes, you take from me and never give even hope in return. So now tell me, why do you come to me? What is the driving force keeping us connected together?"
She was lost to a tremble, hesitating perhaps with the lingering knowledge how quickly my mode of confrontation provoked my temper, and I made it no easier for her. I was angry; granted, it was primarily with myself, but should she not carry equal weight? She tempted me to steal a kiss; she was living, breathing temptation. Perhaps she deserved my anger and retaliation. I'd been passive for too long and patient when patient was not my strong point in hopes of regaining her affections. A fool indeed…
"The…the music," she stuttered, her little hands fisting at her sides; I knew she was trying to conceal how violently they shook and was oddly pleased. "You are my teacher, and I return to you for the music."
"The music…," I repeated distantly, and for the first time, music was my enemy. It vied for my place in her life and was as much a rival as her precious Vicomte. "Is that all I am to you? Am I to believe that you come to me and sleep so willingly under my roof only for the music? And if I left you and went away, would the music be the only thing you'd mourn? You'd give no care or concern to your Erik? Not even a twinge of sadness in your frivolous heart? No. You'd only worry for your career and your stage dreams. But I built those dreams for you, Christine, and I was more than teacher then. I was your angel and ally, your only confidante in the world. I was everything to you once, and am I now to believe that I am nothing but pitches on a piano?"
Anger was alive and well with every twist my meandering trek of accusation took. I had wanted someone to blame for my guilt, but it was a cruel reality that as I looked for faults, I found them.
"That's not true," she quickly defended, and yet the waver in her tone left me unconvinced.
My hands clenched tight against my armrests until knuckles were white and taut as I harshly demanded, "What do you see when you look at me, Christine? A creature to be pitied and tread upon at every turn? Or do you see that beneath the mask beats the heart of a man with the same desires as every human being? I ache and I love, and you turn a blind eye and let music be your saving grace. You give me your voice and believe it will be enough of a substitute for your heart."
She did not reply, and I averted my enraged glare back to the fire. So perhaps I hadn't been as wrong as I'd thought in taking a kiss if that was the only way I'd have anything…
"Erik, you were once an angel to me," she softly bid, and I hated her hinted hurt to speak the deception. It seemed she'd never forgive it. "I cannot be blamed if that is still the dream in my mind. An angel is far above a mortal man."
"And the Opera Ghost is far below, isn't he?" I taunted back. "You don't see man or angel in me anymore; you see monster."
"No, I-"
But before she could give excuses I couldn't abide, I leapt to my feet and approached in two strides, placing my mask in her line of vision as she cowered meager steps into the doorframe.
"You must see a monster," I concluded in a snap. "Otherwise you'd love me. Why won't you love me, Christine?" I demanded it again and felt the pummel of every letter to my soul. "Is it because of my face, because it is appalling and repellent and disgusts you?"
"No, no," she whimpered, but I wasn't sure I believed her as she recoiled further and sought unfettered air.
"Then prove it." My gaze locked on her quivering lips again with flickering memories of their softness as I desperately begged, "Kiss me."
A kiss stolen unaware was a sin, but if she kissed me, if she invited such a transgression, there would no longer be guilt to bear. One kiss would take it all away and construct me a dream in such a meager contact.
My command was obviously unexpected. She shrank away another step, and without pause, I caught her shoulders between my hands and kept her in place with a fear that she'd flee now that I'd crossed lines.
"Erik, please."
"You claim my face doesn't cause you disgust but will not prove your own words?"
Her lips were my focus, their incessant tremble, their pink fullness; they were slightly parted with her shallow breaths and I had the perverse urge to slip my tongue between and taste her. Perhaps I should have taken that liberty as she'd slept as well and have a real sin to burn for instead of a mediocre one. One kiss, and it wouldn't be a sin anymore, and then I would learn her flavor. This time I would have more.
"One kiss," I pleaded the words in growing desperation, and keeping a fierce grip on one shoulder, I lifted my other hand to my mask.
She immediately slammed lids shut and winced before I even unlaced its clasp.
"No disgust?" I abruptly spat as her lie struck with brutal force and made my temper explode. "No disgust, Christine? You foolish child! No different than the rest! And I could spread my heart before you, bow down and worship you like the proverbial virgin goddess, and still you won't love me. You don't consider my heart. It is unworthy and a degradation because I am so ugly to you. I am an embarrassment, and my love is shameful!"
Every allegation grew in heated intensity, pouring from the gaping wound she'd caused without a single strike. Nothing but dropping lashes, and they'd delivered a deathblow and scarred me inside as horrific as I was outside.
She was a mass of shaking limbs in my grasp, tears leaking from shut eyes and almost beautiful in their descent over her pink-flushed cheeks, like a diamond glaze and so ethereal. I'd made an angel cry…
"Look at me!" I suddenly roared, regret as half my aggression, and though she whimpered, she lifted wet lashes and showed me regret in return.
"I'm sorry, Erik! I'm sorry!" she gasped between a sob, but I shook her hard with the bruising hold I still had on her and resisted the urge to shatter and sob with her.
"One kiss," I begged all the more urgently. "Can you not give me even that? It isn't such an unbearable sacrifice, is it?"
"Then show me. Use your lips. Put them to mine. That is all a kiss is. Lips to lips. Mine are misshapen, but they can still form a kiss. They can still be worthy. One kiss, and you will inspire life in this corpse before you. …Kiss me alive, Christine."
I couldn't stop the rapid succession of my thoughts as they streamed out and seemed on the brink of insanity. But I was desperate. I felt so sure this was my only chance at her heart. If she cowered now and fled me in terror, I was certain I'd never have her back. No, I'd breached too many boundaries to be entitled second chances.
"Christine, please."
I spoke my beseeching again, but she sobbed. I knew I wouldn't have what I longed for. Taking it from her like this was little different than stealing it unaware. One kiss… Why was it something so forbidden to me? Why, when it wasn't difficult? It wasn't earth-shattering or dangerous. Compared to the fires of desire in my veins, a kiss was simple. …But I'd managed to make it into a punishment. She'd never willingly consent now. Not to a kiss, not to a love story…
"Christine," I cried, tears finally breaking beyond my resolve to spill beneath my mask. They were trapped and soaking the fine leather of its makeup. I knew I'd have further regret later when all that would remain of them would be chapped burns.
"You ask why I won't love you," she whispered, broken and laden in a pain I hated myself for causing. "You press your heart upon me whenever I look and try to see more than the music, and it is suffocating and heavy. It is a burden when I don't know what you want of me in return."
"Love," I replied, plain and honest. "Only love, …but an ugly man doesn't deserve love, and a sinner does not deserve the heart of an angel. Isn't that so?" Tears, pain, regret for a stolen pleasure, and I put my self-hatred upon her weak heart. "Ah, don't worry, petite. You've put me in my rightful place. You've reminded me that gifts like kisses are not meant for imperfect lips. Mine are cold and deformed and would be clumsy in an act so delicate and refined. Will you call me a monster for asking to be ordinary for once in my miserable existence? Does this incident only condemn me further in your eyes?"
She didn't speak, but I knew what her answer would be. It was written in rigid muscles beneath my hold and blue eyes that were full of dubious suspicion. Perhaps she was afraid I'd fall back to temper and take. She was fortunate that by the light of fire-glow, a kiss was as heinous as my face, and taking off my mask to form its atrocity was no longer even a consideration. Not out of the darkness.
"I must get to rehearsal," she stammered as a credible excuse, and with a begrudged sigh, I released her and backed away, watching a shiver overcome her with my distance and arms curl tight and protective to her body. She felt violated; if only she knew this wasn't the first time, that I'd violated far worse with shadows on my side…
"Yes, yes, go to your rehearsal. I shall not have our work be squandered with my selfishness. If the music is all I'll have of you, then I will make your voice soar. Perhaps in the pitches, you'll be able to love and realize all I've given and done for you."
One last look was all we shared before she turned and fled my home as if the hounds of hell chased behind.
Regret and guilt and more tears. I hated myself; I hated Christine; I hated the dream I wanted and was denied at every turn. I should let her go; sense insisted again that angels did not belong in hell, but…the heart was powerful. It beat life and overruled the body and mind with its omnipotent desires. It told me not to give her up, that she would be mine no matter what.
One kiss was what I'd taken; one kiss was what I'd asked for. But it was given away, and its shoddy construction was revealed. I'd thought a kiss was transient and redeeming, but two nights later, I had to watch my Christine allow the Vicomte to take my place. She permitted his kiss when mine had been abominable, a complication when I watched them make it look simple.
My heart's determination to lead my course brought me instead to a chandelier's anchoring cables. It reminded me that angels belonged in heaven again. Not on earth, not in hell, and if I killed my betraying little love, I was only sending her on a path home. I would rather be haunted by ghosts than angels anyway…
I cut the cables, dropped the chandelier, and the only thing that prevented her from being a dead body beneath was a last second reprieve. Guilt and a wish to die at her side instead of suffer without her. And that was the reason the chandelier barely missed her.
Whatever our fate would be, I was suddenly adamant that we would suffer it together. Death, life, every world and its planes of existence. I would play the devil, and she my trapped angel love, and she'd learn that though God might be merciful, the devil was not. She'd be mine, one way or another…


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