;-)(TH) Actually, and this is something I hope to germinate in the long run on the list, I like his stories most when he shows us transformed *societi...s*, not just individuals. I'd love to see a tour through the fluxlands, for instance(*Anne-Mal) I agree. No one seems to write about the long term effects of a change on either list!(TH) *Nods* I will post a public 'challenge' for want of a better word, to the TSA proper and I will add a department for that, hopefully to attract stories. *Leans. Ian, I- Sir, in public, in private, in the office from now on. Sir Im sorry Sir, I cant remember what to say A pause, and then he sighed in exasperation, his breath brushing my neck to send a shiver through me as he bent down to murmur in my ear. Fine, repeat after me. Sir, Im sorry I hesitated for a second, knowing that once I said the words there was no going back, then I steeled myself and in a voice barely higher than a whisper I repeated Sir, Im sorry He threw his head back and laughed in. SO. SORRY. I beg you, please forgive me for hurting you! I was scared, but I obviously hurt the hell out of you! I didn’t know how much, but I do now,” Carly pleaded with me for mercy, the same way that I had begged my parents not to kick me out (hey, I was a very scared young man right then).My heart broke. No matter how angry I was, no matter how bitter, I hadn’t seen Carly in seven long years and she bawled her eyes out right in front of me, tearing me up inside all over again. I couldn’t. We don’t want to be the spectre at the feast. Look, we’re already there.”A footman opened the coach door, and Richard alighted and helped Ellen climb down. Offering her his arm, he led her up the stairs and into the foyer. He could not help but feel apprehension. The last time he’d been here had almost been fateful.He helped Ellen take off her cloak and then took off his own, handing both to another footman. The place was crawling with servants. He also noticed Ellen’s dress and he held his.