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mark197205 said:LOL, maybe I can.......
Wonderful... where should we start?
Wonderful... where should we start?
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RedHairedandFriendly said:Wonderful... where should we start?
Ummm, how about at the top and work down, or even from the bottom and work upwards.........
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mark197205 said:Ummm, how about at the top and work down, or even from the bottom and work upwards.........
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RedHairedandFriendly said:
You got any preferences?
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I think we should just do it all!mark197205 said:You got any preferences?
Top to bottom first...
bottom to middle....
(take a looooooooooong pause)
the continue to the top again....
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Post 28Stephen needed to get her back to the castle before, he claimed her for his own.
Post 29"She is a woman, and they hold more power then you realize."
Post 30 Lucy O'Reiley would need another daughter to heal the pain of Sally's death at Horatio's hands.
Post 31"...I hope some of her spark is back."
Post 32"Damn," he muttered, and went back to the idea of Hetta and old man Drake.
Post 33Stephen realized he had a long road ahead of him...
Marcus had been at the Falcon Manor for a month. He stood looking out the study window staring at Lady Falcon, Katherine. One of the Sister's from the abbey sat with her, reading her a book. His Kat, stared silently into the rose bush. Not much progress had been made with her state of mind. She would turn when her name was called at look toward the person who had spoken it, but it was never with any real acknowledgement. Her physical wounds were healed. Marcus had been told she bore scars from the knife would and some on her back from the whip, that had been used on her.
The woman Maggie had not been seen after Lord Philip had left to return to his home. He had received word that Lady Desiree and Sir Stephen had left the abbey and returned home, the following day after Lord Philip and Marcus left to rescue Lady Katherine. Marcus however knew the true circumstances, and he knew that Stephen had to track and rescue Desiree. He smirked, wishing that the spark Desiree had would return to Katherine.
Since Maggie could not be found, it was believed she had somehow aided in helping Horatio escape. Marcus had stopped underestimating women, he knew that some are just as capable at deceit as other's. They had discovered Maggie's hidden hoard of stolen jewels, and he wondered if Horatio had known or even cared. He had an odd relationship with the woman and Marcus had known as soon as he heard of the escape that Maggie was involved he just didn't know how.
Lord Philip had been preparing to leave one week after taking control of the keep, when one of the soldiers that had been sent to escort Horatio back to stand trial, had shown up. The soldier had died a few days later, but not until after he spoke of what had occurred. It seemed that during day, someone had tainted the feeding bags of the horses. The young lad in charge of them during the stop had left his post for a moment, and that is when they believe the person snuck in. The horses within a few hours of leaving the camp, had suddenly began to wheeze and soon they were stumbling.
The only horse not affected had been the prisoners and he had quickly taken off, and headed deep into the forest. It was later that night, as the soldiers made camp, after searching for Horatio, that they were slaughtered. Three men were killed while they slept, their throats slashed. Three more were taken down quickly with arrows. A small figure was seen on the edge of the camp, man or woman he didn't know. But the prisoner had returned and with one of the dead soldier's swords cut down two more men. The soldier that had survived only lived because Horatio allowed it. He had taken him, and tied him to a tree. Stripped him, then proceed to rake his knife through his skin.
The soldier was then released and tied to the back of Horatio's horse, then drag within one full day and night's walking distance to the keep. If the man had not been so bloody and injured he would have made the walk in a day. Marcus had immediately set up additional guards, after he and Mason had weeded out the loyalist to Horatio and the ones that had only stayed loyal to him out of fear. He had been surprised at the number of people that suddenly began coming to call over the past few weeks. Horatio's wrath had caused many of his men to hide their wives and children. Marcus now had an almost full keep of people under him to care and provide for, but the one that meant the most to him, was the one he couldn't reach. He noticed the time, and went out to the gardens to escort Lady Katherine to lunch.
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Stephen and Desiree had gotten back to the castle under the escort of the castle hunters. He had immediately deposited Lady Desiree into the hands of her ladies maids and then gave Mistress Elizabeth what details he could concerning Lady Katherine, which at the time was not much. She had worried over the young woman, even she knew the chances for her survival were slim. Once word had reached the castle that Katherine lived, but her mind was not comprehending things, and she was married to Lord Falcon, Elizabeth had spent most of her time with Desiree. Her excuse was to comfort the sister, but in actuality it was to make sure the young woman didn't try to run off and see her sister.
He had avoided Lady Desiree as often as he could. Taking his meals at different times, making sure that he was not any where near her if she were alone. If she came out to the stables he left. If he were in the fields and she came to deliver the afternoon meal, he would continue working. His eyes followed her everywhere when she was around. Stephen's whole being remembered the feel of her skin under his fingers, the taste of her mouth, the touch of her hands on him. He had tried to seek release in the arms of the serving wenches that were often willing to ease any man's suffering, but each time he tried, his thoughts returned to Desiree. Finally he gave up, and paid the girls coins and left. His cock hard, but not free of its burden.
When Lord Philip had returned, the keep learned the depth of Katherine's state and was there to witness the telling of it to Desiree. He had wanted to comfort her, hold her tightly in his embrace but was unable to. His fingers itched to be the one to console her instead of the hands of Elizabeth. Desiree had immediately launched into a plan to see her sister, and her father had been forced to place guards under her windows and at her door. It wasn't until she gave him her word that she wouldn't leave that he eased up on her freedom to roam the keep. Still she had someone watching her constantly, even if it looked as if she didn't.
Lord Philip also had doubled the men guarding the keep, and made sure that the Ladies of the manor were not alone. The guards remained hidden, so the ladies would not feel a constant eye on them, but they were not allowed to go very far on their own. Stephen himself had taken a few guard duties, only because it fell on to his rotations of certain jobs. Those days were the longest. He would stay a distance away while she read or stitched. Her body so close, and yet untouchable. Now her birthday was but a few weeks away. The fields were being harvested, and he wondered what was going to become of her life.
She had been told that once Horatio was found, and either put to death or the annulment of her sister's marriage took place, Katherine would be marring Sir Marcus. Stephen knew that Marcus would do all he could to provide for Lady Katherine, he often found himself wondering what would become of Desiree now. He soon learned the answer to that when he was called into Philip's study. A young man stood as he entered and Lord Philip introduced him as Lord Ranulf of Gluttenberg. Stephen had shook the man's hand and then hid his fury when he learned that a marriage contract would be drawn up between the young man and Desiree. The announcement would be made at the birthday celebration. Then the wedding would follow a few months after that. Stephen now stood watching the woman, that was now further from his reach reacting to the news of her betrothal, and from what he could see of her movements, she was not taking it well.
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Post 28Stephen needed to get her back to the castle before, he claimed her for his own.
Post 29"She is a woman, and they hold more power then you realize."
Post 30 Lucy O'Reiley would need another daughter to heal the pain of Sally's death at Horatio's hands.
Post 31"...I hope some of her spark is back."
Post 32"Damn," he muttered, and went back to the idea of Hetta and old man Drake.
Post 33Stephen realized he had a long road ahead of him...
Marcus had been at the Falcon Manor for a month. He stood looking out the study window staring at Lady Falcon, Katherine. One of the Sister's from the abbey sat with her, reading her a book. His Kat, stared silently into the rose bush. Not much progress had been made with her state of mind. She would turn when her name was called at look toward the person who had spoken it, but it was never with any real acknowledgement. Her physical wounds were healed. Marcus had been told she bore scars from the knife would and some on her back from the whip, that had been used on her.
The woman Maggie had not been seen after Lord Philip had left to return to his home. He had received word that Lady Desiree and Sir Stephen had left the abbey and returned home, the following day after Lord Philip and Marcus left to rescue Lady Katherine. Marcus however knew the true circumstances, and he knew that Stephen had to track and rescue Desiree. He smirked, wishing that the spark Desiree had would return to Katherine.
Since Maggie could not be found, it was believed she had somehow aided in helping Horatio escape. Marcus had stopped underestimating women, he knew that some are just as capable at deceit as other's. They had discovered Maggie's hidden hoard of stolen jewels, and he wondered if Horatio had known or even cared. He had an odd relationship with the woman and Marcus had known as soon as he heard of the escape that Maggie was involved he just didn't know how.
Lord Philip had been preparing to leave one week after taking control of the keep, when one of the soldiers that had been sent to escort Horatio back to stand trial, had shown up. The soldier had died a few days later, but not until after he spoke of what had occurred. It seemed that during day, someone had tainted the feeding bags of the horses. The young lad in charge of them during the stop had left his post for a moment, and that is when they believe the person snuck in. The horses within a few hours of leaving the camp, had suddenly began to wheeze and soon they were stumbling.
The only horse not affected had been the prisoners and he had quickly taken off, and headed deep into the forest. It was later that night, as the soldiers made camp, after searching for Horatio, that they were slaughtered. Three men were killed while they slept, their throats slashed. Three more were taken down quickly with arrows. A small figure was seen on the edge of the camp, man or woman he didn't know. But the prisoner had returned and with one of the dead soldier's swords cut down two more men. The soldier that had survived only lived because Horatio allowed it. He had taken him, and tied him to a tree. Stripped him, then proceed to rake his knife through his skin.
The soldier was then released and tied to the back of Horatio's horse, then drag within one full day and night's walking distance to the keep. If the man had not been so bloody and injured he would have made the walk in a day. Marcus had immediately set up additional guards, after he and Mason had weeded out the loyalist to Horatio and the ones that had only stayed loyal to him out of fear. He had been surprised at the number of people that suddenly began coming to call over the past few weeks. Horatio's wrath had caused many of his men to hide their wives and children. Marcus now had an almost full keep of people under him to care and provide for, but the one that meant the most to him, was the one he couldn't reach. He noticed the time, and went out to the gardens to escort Lady Katherine to lunch.
~~
Stephen and Desiree had gotten back to the castle under the escort of the castle hunters. He had immediately deposited Lady Desiree into the hands of her ladies maids and then gave Mistress Elizabeth what details he could concerning Lady Katherine, which at the time was not much. She had worried over the young woman, even she knew the chances for her survival were slim. Once word had reached the castle that Katherine lived, but her mind was not comprehending things, and she was married to Lord Falcon, Elizabeth had spent most of her time with Desiree. Her excuse was to comfort the sister, but in actuality it was to make sure the young woman didn't try to run off and see her sister.
He had avoided Lady Desiree as often as he could. Taking his meals at different times, making sure that he was not any where near her if she were alone. If she came out to the stables he left. If he were in the fields and she came to deliver the afternoon meal, he would continue working. His eyes followed her everywhere when she was around. Stephen's whole being remembered the feel of her skin under his fingers, the taste of her mouth, the touch of her hands on him. He had tried to seek release in the arms of the serving wenches that were often willing to ease any man's suffering, but each time he tried, his thoughts returned to Desiree. Finally he gave up, and paid the girls coins and left. His cock hard, but not free of its burden.
When Lord Philip had returned, the keep learned the depth of Katherine's state and was there to witness the telling of it to Desiree. He had wanted to comfort her, hold her tightly in his embrace but was unable to. His fingers itched to be the one to console her instead of the hands of Elizabeth. Desiree had immediately launched into a plan to see her sister, and her father had been forced to place guards under her windows and at her door. It wasn't until she gave him her word that she wouldn't leave that he eased up on her freedom to roam the keep. Still she had someone watching her constantly, even if it looked as if she didn't.
Lord Philip also had doubled the men guarding the keep, and made sure that the Ladies of the manor were not alone. The guards remained hidden, so the ladies would not feel a constant eye on them, but they were not allowed to go very far on their own. Stephen himself had taken a few guard duties, only because it fell on to his rotations of certain jobs. Those days were the longest. He would stay a distance away while she read or stitched. Her body so close, and yet untouchable. Now her birthday was but a few weeks away. The fields were being harvested, and he wondered what was going to become of her life.
She had been told that once Horatio was found, and either put to death or the annulment of her sister's marriage took place, Katherine would be marring Sir Marcus. Stephen knew that Marcus would do all he could to provide for Lady Katherine, he often found himself wondering what would become of Desiree now. He soon learned the answer to that when he was called into Philip's study. A young man stood as he entered and Lord Philip introduced him as Lord Ranulf of Gluttenberg. Stephen had shook the man's hand and then hid his fury when he learned that a marriage contract would be drawn up between the young man and Desiree. The announcement would be made at the birthday celebration. Then the wedding would follow a few months after that. Stephen now stood watching the woman, that was now further from his reach reacting to the news of her betrothal, and from what he could see of her movements, she was not taking it well.
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RedHairedandFriendly said:I think we should just do it all!
Top to bottom first...
bottom to middle....
(take a looooooooooong pause)
the continue to the top again....
Sounds like it could be a fun time....
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Poor Stephen *sigh*
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mark197205 said:Sounds like it could be a fun time....
I think it sounds sinful...
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RedHairedandFriendly said:I think it sounds sinful...
I think it sounds very sinful.
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Do you think we could handle all that sin?mark197205 said:I think it sounds very sinful.
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RedHairedandFriendly said:
I dont know, I will certainly give it a damn good go though.
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mark197205 said:I dont know, I will certainly give it a damn good go though.
I will do my best to keep up with you!
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RedHairedandFriendly said:I will do my best to keep up with you!
I think I would be the one trying to keep up with you!
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mark197205 said:I think I would be the one trying to keep up with you!
lol...
I think you could handle me
This stupid cumputer...
Support Call
"Welch Hall computer assistant; may I help you?"
"Yes, well, I'm having trouble with WordPerfect."
"What sort of trouble?"
"Well, I was just typing along, and all of a sudden the words went away."
"Went away?"
"They disappeared."
"Hmm. So what does your screen look like now?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"It's blank; it won't accept anything when I type."
"Are you still in WordPerfect, or did you get out?"
"How do I tell?"
[Uh-oh. Well, let's give it a try anyway.] "Can you see the C:\> prompt on the screen?"
"What's a sea-prompt?"
[Uh-huh, thought so. Let's try a different tack.] "Never mind. Can you move the cursor around on the screen?"
"There isn't any cursor: I told you, it won't accept anything I type."
[Ah--at least s/he knows what a cursor is. Sounds like a hardware problem. I wonder if s/he's kicked out his/her monitor's power plug.] "Does your monitor have a power indicator?"
"What's a monitor?"
"It's the thing with the screen on it that looks like a TV. Does it have a little light that tells you when it's on?"
"I don't know."
"Well, then look on the back of the monitor and find where the power cord goes into it. Can you see that?"
[sound of rustling and jostling] [muffled] "Yes, I think so."
"Great! Follow the cord to the plug, and tell me if it's plugged into the wall."
[pause] "Yes, it is."
[Hmm. Well, that's interesting. I doubt s/he would have accidentally turned it off, and I don't want to send him/her hunting for the power switch because I don't know what kind of monitor s/he has and it's bound to have more than one switch on it. Maybe the video cable is loose or something.]
"When you were behind the monitor, did you notice that there were two cables plugged into the back of it, not just one?"
"No."
"Well, there are. I need you to look back there again and find the other cable."
[muffled] "Okay, here it is."
"Follow it for me, and tell me if it's plugged securely into the back of your computer."
[still muffled] "I can't reach."
"Uh huh. Well, can you see if it is?"
[clear again] "No."
"Even if you maybe put your knee on something and lean way over?"
"Oh, it's not because I don't have the right angle--it's because it's dark."
"Dark?"
"Yes--the office light is off, and the only light I have is coming in from the window."
"Well, turn on the office light then."
"I can't."
"No? Why not?"
"Because there's a power outage."
"A power--!?!" ...[AAAAAAARGH!]
This person was good friends with my supervisor, so I couldn't deal with him/her the way I really wanted to, and was forced to explain sweetly and gently to him/her that computers needed power just like office lights, and if the office lights were out, then the computer was too, and that yes, if s/he hadn't saved her work s/he had probably lost everything s/he'd done so far in WordPerfect. But I could still fantasize:
"A power outage? Aha! Okay, we've got it licked now. Do you still have the boxes and manuals and packing stuff your computer came in?"
"Well, yes, I keep them in the closet."
"Good! Go get them, and unplug your system and pack it up just like it was when you got it. Then take it back to the store you bought it from."
"Really? Is it that bad?"
"Yes, I'm afraid it is."
"Well, all right then, I suppose. What do I tell them?"
"Tell them you're TOO STUPID TO OWN A COMPUTER!" [slam]
but that wouldn't have been a very nice thing to do, now would it?
Support Call
"Welch Hall computer assistant; may I help you?"
"Yes, well, I'm having trouble with WordPerfect."
"What sort of trouble?"
"Well, I was just typing along, and all of a sudden the words went away."
"Went away?"
"They disappeared."
"Hmm. So what does your screen look like now?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"It's blank; it won't accept anything when I type."
"Are you still in WordPerfect, or did you get out?"
"How do I tell?"
[Uh-oh. Well, let's give it a try anyway.] "Can you see the C:\> prompt on the screen?"
"What's a sea-prompt?"
[Uh-huh, thought so. Let's try a different tack.] "Never mind. Can you move the cursor around on the screen?"
"There isn't any cursor: I told you, it won't accept anything I type."
[Ah--at least s/he knows what a cursor is. Sounds like a hardware problem. I wonder if s/he's kicked out his/her monitor's power plug.] "Does your monitor have a power indicator?"
"What's a monitor?"
"It's the thing with the screen on it that looks like a TV. Does it have a little light that tells you when it's on?"
"I don't know."
"Well, then look on the back of the monitor and find where the power cord goes into it. Can you see that?"
[sound of rustling and jostling] [muffled] "Yes, I think so."
"Great! Follow the cord to the plug, and tell me if it's plugged into the wall."
[pause] "Yes, it is."
[Hmm. Well, that's interesting. I doubt s/he would have accidentally turned it off, and I don't want to send him/her hunting for the power switch because I don't know what kind of monitor s/he has and it's bound to have more than one switch on it. Maybe the video cable is loose or something.]
"When you were behind the monitor, did you notice that there were two cables plugged into the back of it, not just one?"
"No."
"Well, there are. I need you to look back there again and find the other cable."
[muffled] "Okay, here it is."
"Follow it for me, and tell me if it's plugged securely into the back of your computer."
[still muffled] "I can't reach."
"Uh huh. Well, can you see if it is?"
[clear again] "No."
"Even if you maybe put your knee on something and lean way over?"
"Oh, it's not because I don't have the right angle--it's because it's dark."
"Dark?"
"Yes--the office light is off, and the only light I have is coming in from the window."
"Well, turn on the office light then."
"I can't."
"No? Why not?"
"Because there's a power outage."
"A power--!?!" ...[AAAAAAARGH!]
This person was good friends with my supervisor, so I couldn't deal with him/her the way I really wanted to, and was forced to explain sweetly and gently to him/her that computers needed power just like office lights, and if the office lights were out, then the computer was too, and that yes, if s/he hadn't saved her work s/he had probably lost everything s/he'd done so far in WordPerfect. But I could still fantasize:
"A power outage? Aha! Okay, we've got it licked now. Do you still have the boxes and manuals and packing stuff your computer came in?"
"Well, yes, I keep them in the closet."
"Good! Go get them, and unplug your system and pack it up just like it was when you got it. Then take it back to the store you bought it from."
"Really? Is it that bad?"
"Yes, I'm afraid it is."
"Well, all right then, I suppose. What do I tell them?"
"Tell them you're TOO STUPID TO OWN A COMPUTER!" [slam]
but that wouldn't have been a very nice thing to do, now would it?
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Shagly said:
LOL
no it wouldn't of... very funny
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Delta Smooth said:i've heard that joke so many times
Its still quite funny though.
Hiya Delta.
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mark197205 said:Its still quite funny though.
Hiya Delta.
hello sexy cheeks
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Delta Smooth said:hello sexy cheeks
How are you doing miss sweet AV?
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mark197205 said:
oh...i'm fine....you?
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Delta Smooth said:
I'm glad your doing fine, brings a smile to my face, as for me, i'm doing good, could be better but no biggie really.
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Mmmmm.... better?? really?? Hmmmm....mark197205 said:
Hello mark!
Hello Delta!
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it thrills me that i bring a smile to ANY man's face
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