hate computers! After failing to connect since Friday, have now decided to put all mñana on strike ... well, if not let me be hung as I write ...
Well, little need to finish this story ... or I think, that in principle would be 5 chapters and look where we are ... but the truth is that these are costing me a lot. Besos
giants tod @ s, and thanks for reading. (I reserve my personal opinion on this chapter, we will not roll ... haha)
sacrifice VIII:
- What has not said when again?
- No, Mom. He said he was fine, that's todo.-Michael sighed in exasperation. He did not like seeing his friend being embarrassed, let alone not knowing what he was doing.
- do not get it ... First Justin, now Brian, what is this, a fucking epidemic?
Ted was silent, never Ben's eyes, wondering why the teacher would have missed his visit to Kinnetic, while her friends and her boyfriend, Blake, rushed into the world of speculation.
After the departure of Ben, Brian had been confined to his office, after warning them not want to be disturbed under any circumstances, and spent the next few hours hanging on the phone. In other circumstances
Cinthia Ted or have dared to break their isolation and try to find out what was happening.
But the man who had left Justin Chambers was not the same person who had arrived that morning at the agency, and everyone noticed the change, though no one understood.
The Brian Kinney tired, loss and defeat that had entered Kinnetic was the picture of confusion and nostalgia. The Brian Kinney who addressed them with a calm, monotone voice, his face expressionless, except for the feverish brightness in her eyes, spoke of danger and determination.
Late in the afternoon, Brian left the agency, but not before asking his assistant to reserve a place in the first Pittsburgh-New York flight.
Five days had passed since then. Five days that had just called to talk with your child and say he was alright. Campion Debbie
The normally reserved for your child and Brian, brought back to the accounting for reality.
- Why do not you stop? - Ted rubbed his hit area, recalling the coolness and serenity of his boss, the brightness of his eyes betraying the fire inside ... who could have stopped?
Finally, the group decided that the publisher had come to avenge the memory of Justin and his abandonment by throwing all the guys from NY. Ben
onServer them in silence, angered by the callous cocoon concept still chasing Brian. But they decided that nothing would bother the family with the truth. After all, neither they could do nothing, nor Brian could waste time in useless discussions.
He agreed with general opinion. As the publicist said, better a lie that makes you happy you bitter truth of life. Justin
massaged his aching hand, although still swollen for days he had finished his last painting.
Although not admit it, the truth was that his conversation with Roger had given him strength to finish his work, moving all its pain and frustration to the canvases, and everything was ready for exposure.
last works were much darker than previous works that speak of rage, anger, anguish and melancholy. Obars far from happy, hopeful and bright that it had created by being with Brian. Sacidió
head, trying to distance the publisher of his thoughts, repeating over and over again that he had no right to claim anything or offended by him.
Although it was not what I felt anger, but a slight disappointment.
He had been relieved when his mother told him, had finally abandoned its isolation and had returned to work. He was glad to go and get on with life.
What I had not expected was the sudden trip of his, until a short time, future husband.
knew I had no right to feel bad, Justin had left him and humiliated him publicly, but Wallace's words struck him again and again without pity: "If you care, would come for you."
And I could not help but feel he was right. If Brian wanted him, why not fight for him?, Was less important to their relationship that his vanity?
The image of Brian in a dark room struck him with painful clarity, making him forget his battered hand.
Brian leaned back in his hotel bed, watching the night fall on the city. I was really exhausted, but knew he could not sleep.
New York, Winsconsing, Washington and now London. He had traveled five cities in five days, though, is tell the truth, and I was not sure how long he was of casa.Ni even had told his friends he had left NY.
Of course, all this could have been cast by telephone, or could have sent someone in his place.
But he liked to look into the eyes of your partner and make sure they fulfill their duty.
addition, the mission was too important to be left to others, and the temptation to approach Wallace too big to remain waiting in Pittsburgh.
The pale moonlight streamed through the window and watched her publicist, lost in their thoughts,
Justin does not like London. It was a city too cold, too wet, too gray the cheerful character of the artist.
If Justin absorvió light, and the air needed to breathe. He himself was a luminous being.
The blond was that small group of people able to reassure alone with his presence the most tortured of souls, making you think that the world is a wonderful place that it is there at your side. Brian
adored her perfect body, do not think I could be anything softer than the feel of her skin, could be lost for hours in the sea of your eyes and lips, red, fleshy, were the best food we had ever tasted.
But if he loved his body, he loved even more inside. admire the generosity and honesty governing his life, courage and willpower that enabled him to overcome every obstacle in life without ever losing him that smile that could brighten the darkest of nights.
closed his eyes tightly, praying for your little one was okay, being able to show that he was all that mattered, that will be forgiven for having left no doubt ...
He rose abruptly, trying to keep the peace. Justin hurt thinking, and thinking about that damned racketeer could touch ... I needed to keep calm if I wanted to carry out their plan.
He went to the shower, getting ready for her date that night. Brian Kinney
was an extraordinarily generous person. He did not like to boast of goodness, or go hawking their good works. To what to do, period.
was always the first to go if a friend needed him, and was capable of anything to stand up for what he believed.
But if Justin was pure light, Brian was the son of darkness.
had learned, being just a kid, not to believe in nothing, trust no one.
concepts like love or altruism did not exist for him. Growing between aggression and contempt for his father and the coldness and hardness of his mother, had echo of the phrase "you only have yourself, you only need to you" motto.
No excuses, no regrets ... care only of himself, concerned only for him had become the key to their survival.
triumphed not the good guys, no one had respect for the weak. Only the strongest, above the rest.
And he built a shell of self and coldness. A shell that only a few had managed to see, let alone pass.
No, it was his high sense of morality that made him a man of integrity.
The pride and love that Justin felt towards him, the unconditional love of his "family", the firm trust of its workers, the boundless admiration of his son, this was what forced Quereo Brian Kinney be, every day, a better person.
As a businessman he knew that everything in the business world was closely linked to political scandals and corruption. Appropriate information in the hands of the wrong person could sink the mightiest of men, and launch the most mediocre success.
Yes, it was a world full of hypocrisy, falsehood and deception. But that was a world that had never interested, a world that had always refused to enter.
Therefore, despite being a man with inside information and important contacts in that world, had never taken advantage of his influence or knowledge of the privacy of any person for career advancement.
All this, their undoubted talent and his passion for the work he had traded the respect and confidence of a boring profession accustomed to the occasional climb and dishonesty.
But not like foul play did not mean he did not know to play.
And everyone knew it was best to avoid incurring the wrath of the publisher. Because if it was to defend what Brian loved the words ethics, compassion, forgiveness or ceased to exist.
continued ...
- What has not said when again?
- No, Mom. He said he was fine, that's todo.-Michael sighed in exasperation. He did not like seeing his friend being embarrassed, let alone not knowing what he was doing.
- do not get it ... First Justin, now Brian, what is this, a fucking epidemic?
Ted was silent, never Ben's eyes, wondering why the teacher would have missed his visit to Kinnetic, while her friends and her boyfriend, Blake, rushed into the world of speculation.
After the departure of Ben, Brian had been confined to his office, after warning them not want to be disturbed under any circumstances, and spent the next few hours hanging on the phone. In other circumstances
Cinthia Ted or have dared to break their isolation and try to find out what was happening.
But the man who had left Justin Chambers was not the same person who had arrived that morning at the agency, and everyone noticed the change, though no one understood.
The Brian Kinney tired, loss and defeat that had entered Kinnetic was the picture of confusion and nostalgia. The Brian Kinney who addressed them with a calm, monotone voice, his face expressionless, except for the feverish brightness in her eyes, spoke of danger and determination.
Late in the afternoon, Brian left the agency, but not before asking his assistant to reserve a place in the first Pittsburgh-New York flight.
Five days had passed since then. Five days that had just called to talk with your child and say he was alright. Campion Debbie
The normally reserved for your child and Brian, brought back to the accounting for reality.
- Why do not you stop? - Ted rubbed his hit area, recalling the coolness and serenity of his boss, the brightness of his eyes betraying the fire inside ... who could have stopped?
Finally, the group decided that the publisher had come to avenge the memory of Justin and his abandonment by throwing all the guys from NY. Ben
onServer them in silence, angered by the callous cocoon concept still chasing Brian. But they decided that nothing would bother the family with the truth. After all, neither they could do nothing, nor Brian could waste time in useless discussions.
He agreed with general opinion. As the publicist said, better a lie that makes you happy you bitter truth of life. Justin
massaged his aching hand, although still swollen for days he had finished his last painting.
Although not admit it, the truth was that his conversation with Roger had given him strength to finish his work, moving all its pain and frustration to the canvases, and everything was ready for exposure.
last works were much darker than previous works that speak of rage, anger, anguish and melancholy. Obars far from happy, hopeful and bright that it had created by being with Brian. Sacidió
head, trying to distance the publisher of his thoughts, repeating over and over again that he had no right to claim anything or offended by him.
Although it was not what I felt anger, but a slight disappointment.
He had been relieved when his mother told him, had finally abandoned its isolation and had returned to work. He was glad to go and get on with life.
What I had not expected was the sudden trip of his, until a short time, future husband.
knew I had no right to feel bad, Justin had left him and humiliated him publicly, but Wallace's words struck him again and again without pity: "If you care, would come for you."
And I could not help but feel he was right. If Brian wanted him, why not fight for him?, Was less important to their relationship that his vanity?
The image of Brian in a dark room struck him with painful clarity, making him forget his battered hand.
Brian leaned back in his hotel bed, watching the night fall on the city. I was really exhausted, but knew he could not sleep.
New York, Winsconsing, Washington and now London. He had traveled five cities in five days, though, is tell the truth, and I was not sure how long he was of casa.Ni even had told his friends he had left NY.
Of course, all this could have been cast by telephone, or could have sent someone in his place.
But he liked to look into the eyes of your partner and make sure they fulfill their duty.
addition, the mission was too important to be left to others, and the temptation to approach Wallace too big to remain waiting in Pittsburgh.
The pale moonlight streamed through the window and watched her publicist, lost in their thoughts,
Justin does not like London. It was a city too cold, too wet, too gray the cheerful character of the artist.
If Justin absorvió light, and the air needed to breathe. He himself was a luminous being.
The blond was that small group of people able to reassure alone with his presence the most tortured of souls, making you think that the world is a wonderful place that it is there at your side. Brian
adored her perfect body, do not think I could be anything softer than the feel of her skin, could be lost for hours in the sea of your eyes and lips, red, fleshy, were the best food we had ever tasted.
But if he loved his body, he loved even more inside. admire the generosity and honesty governing his life, courage and willpower that enabled him to overcome every obstacle in life without ever losing him that smile that could brighten the darkest of nights.
closed his eyes tightly, praying for your little one was okay, being able to show that he was all that mattered, that will be forgiven for having left no doubt ...
He rose abruptly, trying to keep the peace. Justin hurt thinking, and thinking about that damned racketeer could touch ... I needed to keep calm if I wanted to carry out their plan.
He went to the shower, getting ready for her date that night. Brian Kinney
was an extraordinarily generous person. He did not like to boast of goodness, or go hawking their good works. To what to do, period.
was always the first to go if a friend needed him, and was capable of anything to stand up for what he believed.
But if Justin was pure light, Brian was the son of darkness.
had learned, being just a kid, not to believe in nothing, trust no one.
concepts like love or altruism did not exist for him. Growing between aggression and contempt for his father and the coldness and hardness of his mother, had echo of the phrase "you only have yourself, you only need to you" motto.
No excuses, no regrets ... care only of himself, concerned only for him had become the key to their survival.
triumphed not the good guys, no one had respect for the weak. Only the strongest, above the rest.
And he built a shell of self and coldness. A shell that only a few had managed to see, let alone pass.
No, it was his high sense of morality that made him a man of integrity.
The pride and love that Justin felt towards him, the unconditional love of his "family", the firm trust of its workers, the boundless admiration of his son, this was what forced Quereo Brian Kinney be, every day, a better person.
As a businessman he knew that everything in the business world was closely linked to political scandals and corruption. Appropriate information in the hands of the wrong person could sink the mightiest of men, and launch the most mediocre success.
Yes, it was a world full of hypocrisy, falsehood and deception. But that was a world that had never interested, a world that had always refused to enter.
Therefore, despite being a man with inside information and important contacts in that world, had never taken advantage of his influence or knowledge of the privacy of any person for career advancement.
All this, their undoubted talent and his passion for the work he had traded the respect and confidence of a boring profession accustomed to the occasional climb and dishonesty.
But not like foul play did not mean he did not know to play.
And everyone knew it was best to avoid incurring the wrath of the publisher. Because if it was to defend what Brian loved the words ethics, compassion, forgiveness or ceased to exist.
continued ...
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