#but anyways happy birthday care and paul!!! this series means so much to me and im so happy that ive been able to share my-

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happy birthday care and paul

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ok 1) paul anka is my comfort series, i cherish each part very much, you are always valid no matter your productivity, and 2) have you ever thought about the idea that cooking/baking is love made visible and what do you think about it? feel free to make this about literati lol sending love!

omg omg first of all ur so sweet tysm 🤍 and secondly: yes absolutely and i will definitely make this about literati like. im just sitting here thinking about how they both grew up in households where cooking wasn’t even a thing. they survived on takeout and cheap junk food and, in jess’s case, scraps and school-provided lunches. but i think as adults cooking and baking would become a love language of its own between them, like this huge expression of how much they care about each other. it reminds me of that “i love you. i want us both to eat well” quote by christopher citro. and it would mean so much to someone like jess who went through his childhood without having his basic needs met? like it’s such a small thing, making sure someone has eaten, but it’s foundational to happiness. i feel like out of the two he probably cooks a little more just bc of that; like it’s twice as important and it means twice as much. he feeds her, he is her luke. he makes her burgers and waffles and one year he and paris even try to bake her a birthday cake together, but paris tries to turn the whole thing into a procedural science experiment-esque ordeal and keeps treating him like a glorified scrub nurse, and they end up forgetting the eggs but rory cares absolutely zero percent. also her sending him texts throughout the day reminding him to eat bc he’ll get so absorbed in his work that he forgets?? or even stopping by truncheon with lunch just to make sure?? anyway this has gotten way beyond your original ask im so sorry im just obsessed w this

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Riding High

Ch20: When The Bough Breaks

Chapter Summary: Fliss finds herself in an impossible position…and her decision tips Frank’s world upside down.

Chapter Warnings: Bad Language words.

 Chapter Pairings:  Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

 A/N: Don’t hate me… 

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Riding High Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 19

And this day’s ending is the proof of time, killing all the faith I know.

 “Was that another one?” Frank asked as Fliss tossed her phone onto the coffee table with an angry snort.

 She nodded, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Frank sighed and looked at her “Honey…” “I know, I know…” she looked at him. “Look, I’ve made notes of every time I’ve had one so… its recorded. But again, it’s not like we can prove anything…they happen like twice a day and then nothing…hardly what they’ll call harassment.” Frank shifted slightly “This has been going on for 2 weeks now sweetheart.” “I’m well aware of that.” she snapped, before she shook her head “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get angry…not at you.” “Come here…” he said, opening his arms and she snuggled into him, leaning against his chest as his hand gently ran up and down her arm. “Maybe you should think about changing your number…and not putting the new one on the website.” “Yeah.” she conceded, “It’s not gonna help for work though…” “You can work round it.” he said, “Keep the business line and if you’re not there people will have to leave a message. Then, once you know your clients…you can give them your cell number.”

 “Fucking ass hole is still making my life awkward.”

 “Only if you let him. It’s a minor inconvenience to change your number but, if in the grand scheme of things all he has in his back pocket is sending you some dumbass birthday card and silent phone calls then…he’s just a pathetic fucking loser that’s trying to bully you into being scared.” “I’m not scared, just pissed off.” she shook her head “I know he’s a chicken shit, he wouldn’t dare come near me not when you’re on the scene…or my dad for that matter.” “Good, because if he did I’m not sure I’d be able to control myself.” Frank said softly.

“Maybe we should just pay someone to kill him.” Fliss said after a moment’s pause and Frank let out a snort “Bullet straight between the eyes.”

“Nah, too quick.” Frank sniffed, reaching for his beer “I’d dangle him over a tank of hungry sharks and lower him in inch by inch…”

“Or we could feed him to pigs, like in Hannibal.” Fliss mused.

 “That’s also an option…no trace” he nodded taking a mouthful of beer.

 “You know they should teach this shit at schools” Fliss reached for her own drink “How to get rid of bodies. I feel it is something everyone should be educated in.” “Maybe you should mention it to Bonnie. Tell her you feel it is an educational rite of passage or some other inspiring shit like that…”

 Fliss laughed, placing her wine glass down and shifting so that she was led on her front, half on-half off Frank, looking up at him as her chin rest on his chest.

“On a scale of 1 to 10 how much of a meltdown are we facing with Mary on tomorrow morning?”

 “From her current mood I’d suspect a good 4 and a half, maybe a 5.” he mused, before he looked at Fliss “I don’t much care, she’s going whether she wants to or not.” “When do the University Classes start again?”

 “Not till second week in October.”  Frank replied “Which reminds me, I need to submit that funding form tomorrow…” “It’s on the table.” Fliss said, as she correctly guessed from the look on his face he was pondering where he had put it.”

“What would I do without you?” he grinned down at her.

 “I have absolutely no idea.” she shrugged and he smiled and leaned down pressing a kiss to her lips.

 “Did you speak to Evelyn before?” Fliss asked him and he nodded.

 “She’s coming down this weekend.” Frank said, “She’s still on about Mary going to Boston for a weekend.” “You still not comfortable about her going?” Fliss asked.

 Frank wrinkled his nose “I don’t know if I trust her fully yet.” “You’ll never know you can unless you give her a chance.” Fliss reasoned

 “You think I should let her go?” Frank said, slightly surprised.

 “That’s not my decision to make, Frank” Fliss shook her head.

 “No, but I value your opinion.” Frank looked at her. “Go on, tell me what you think.” Fliss hesitated for a moment before she sat up and turned her body so she was facing him, her legs tucked underneath her on the sofa. “If it was me in your position, I’d give Evelyn a chance. She’s played ball so far, done everything you’ve asked her to. You’ve got legal guardianship of Mary so she can’t pull any stupid stunts, and if Mary comes back and tells you something she did that you don’t like, well, you cut the visits.” Frank looked at Fliss before he took another drink from his beer bottle. He was torn in two. In one respect he wanted Mary to be happy and it certainly seemed that she enjoyed seeing Evelyn, but on flip side he was still more than comfortable with keeping his Mother at arm’s length.

“I’ll think about it.” he shrugged, non-committedly.

 “Well, you should also ask Mary.” Fliss said “She might not even want to go.” “She will.” Frank said, “Evelyn has a piano.” Fliss laughed “Yeah, but she’s also bossy, remember?”

 “Yeah, I had heard that.” Frank said, and Fliss chuckled again.

 “Well, can you not think about it right now?” she said, taking the beer bottle out of his hand.

“Hey…” he pouted as she put it down on the table, his pout soon turned into a smirk as Fliss moved so she was straddling him on the sofa, his t-shirt that she’d been lounging around in rode up her thighs slightly and his hands rubbed up the side of her bare skin. “Something on your mind baby girl?”

 “What makes you think that?” she asked, sliding her hands up his chest, over the soft material of his top.

 “Just a hunch…” he mumbled, as he reached up and gently gripped the back of her neck, pulling her head down to meet his.

****** “Hey Frank…”

 Frank looked up and smiled at Alan as he walked into the work shop.

 “Hey Alan, not seen you in a while, how you doing?” “Good…I’m good. I was just wondering if I could have a word in my office.”

 “Sure.” Frank frowned “Is err, everything ok?” “Oh, yeah, it’s nothing to worry about…quite the opposite in fact…” “Alright, well me just finish piecing this oil filter together and I’ll be with you.”

 “Sure.” Alan said, “No rush.” 

Frank quickly tightened the filter back up, gave it the once over before he set down his tools and hopped off the boat, wiping his hands on a rag before he walked through the door at the back of the workshop and down the small corridor that led to the main office at the rear of the shop. He knocked sharply on the door and then swung it open as Alan looked at him, gesturing for him to take a seat whilst he finished up his call. Eventually, he bid the person on the other end good bye and placed the receiver down.

 “Relax, Frank…” Alan chuckled as Frank adjusted his jeans for what felt like the 30th time since sitting down.

 “Sorry.” Frank nodded, scratching at his temple. “So errr, do you need me to do something or...” “In a manner of speaking, yes.” Alan said “As you know Paul is retiring at the end of the year, which means the Head Mechanic role is up for grabs…and I was wondering if you’d be interesting in taking the position.” “Me?” Frank’s eyes widened slightly

Alan nodded “I know in the grand scheme of things you haven’t been here long but you’ve impressed me, just like Bill said you would. You knuckle down, you do the overtime if needed, you don’t complain…I like you Frank, and the team does to.” “I err…” Frank scratched the back of his neck. “I’m flattered…but I’ve never managed a team before or…”

“You were an Assistant Professor at one stage right?” Alan eyed him and Frank sighed, nodding “You must have had a research team…” “Yeah, but…” “It’s no different.” Alan shook his head, “And I’m here to help and give you some guidance. I’m not quite ready to retire fully yet. Not like Bill, only so much golf I can play before I go fucking nuts.” Frank snorted “Yeah, not gonna lie, it’s not my thing…” Alan looked at him “The duties won’t be that much different Frank. You’ll just be in charge of booking the jobs in, allocating them to the guys, keeping on top of deadlines and general management of the team…means a little less time spent actually getting your hands dirty but…well, you can manage that yourself. You wanna take a job you take it.”

 “Can I take a bit of time to think it over?” he asked.

“Sure. Take a few days, let me know. I’d like to have whoever is taking over in a position to start the handover by the start of October if possible so…” “Thanks.” Frank nodded “I’ll give it some thought.” “Oh, and it also comes with a Ten thou a year raise…” Alan casually dropped in as Frank stood up “Plus a bonus each year of up to 20 percent, depending on how well you’ve done on your targets” “Just a minor detail you forgot to tell me.” Frank arched an eyebrow.

 “Well, I wanted to make sure you’d consider it for the right reasons not merely the financial incentive.” Alan shrugged “Another reason I’m convinced you’re perfect for the job.” Frank nodded and with that he left the office. Given that it was almost lunch time he took his break 15 or so minutes earlier and headed out into the September sun, pulling out his phone.

 “Hey Sailor.” Fliss greeted him.

 “Hey Cowgirl.” he smiled, leaning against the hood of his truck sipping a bottle of water “You got a sec.” “For you, always. What’s up?”

“Nothing, nothing bad anyway…I just got offered a promotion.”

 “Frankie that’s amazing!” She gushed “You sound surprised though.” “I am, a little.” he said, before he launched into an explanation of what Alan had told him and what the job would entail, plus the financial incentives.

 “Wow!” she said as he finished talking “Baby, that’s fantastic. I’m so proud of you!”

Frank felt himself blushing at her praise, and despite the fact he couldn’t even see her he rubbed at his neck slightly. “So, you think I should take it?” “Of course I do.  But at the same time, if you don’t want to then…you don’t have to. This is a great position to be in honey, Alan’s clearly seen your potential.”

 “Just not sure If I’m cut out to be management.” he said, biting his lip.

 “I had the same thoughts about my business you know.�� she spoke gently “I wasn’t sure if setting up on my own after everything that happened was gonna work but then Dad told me that I’d never know unless I took the plunge. Have a little faith in yourself. The only person who doubts your capability is you.”

Frank smiled at her words and looked up and out over the Marina “You always know exactly what to say.” “Not really, I make most of it up as a go along.” she said and Frank laughed. “But, just think, with the extra money you can get a new car…” “There’s nothing wrong with my truck.” “Frank, it’s died on you 4 times in the last 2 weeks. Dad reckons his ride on lawnmower has more power under the hood than that thing”

 “Ok, I’ll admit…she’s getting a little clunky…but she is into her twenties now….” Fliss snorted “You could get yourself a nice Audi…”

“Fuck off.” Frank said and she laughed

 “I like Simon’s car…” “You like it so much you get one.”

“Would never fit Thor in the back.” she said and Frank had to concede she had a point “But now you’re freelancing…you don’t actually need a truck do you?” “No, but…it’s handy…” “Handy, baby it only has three seats…” “And a flatbed…” Frank pouted slihglty. “So get one with five seats.” she shrugged. “You can buy trucks with a full cab…”

“This is not a good enough reason to get me to take the promotion…” 

“You want a better reason?” She said. “Ok, well here’s some food for thought…when the lease is up on our place maybe we could look into buying. You know I don’t wanna rent forever, I want us to have something for the future that’s ours, and the extra money you get a year would make a difference in what we can borrow towards it.” And just like that, as always, she’d managed to sideswipe him. He’d be lying if he hadn’t considered getting back on the property market, he had savings after all…but he’d given it no more thought than a fleeting idea every now and then when he drove past places with real estate signs in the front yards

 “This mean you’re coming round to the idea of marrying me and having baby Franks and Flisses?” She snorted “You’re such a dick…although that’s the only time you’ve ever mentioned that when you’re sober.” “So you’re saying that if I ask you when I’m not drunk you’d say yes?” he teased. “Goodbye Frank…” She teased in an airy voice, before she cut the call.

 Chuckling to himself he slid the phone back into his pocket and headed back inside to grab his lunch from the fridge in the kitchen. As he did so he passed Paul who was heading out with a fresh cup of coffee.

 “Oh, erm…Alan…” Frank looked at him. “So, turns out I don’t need as much time to think about it as I thought I did. I’ll take the job.” Alan smiled at him and pat him on the shoulder “Good man. I’ll get the wheels in motion and then we can work out how we start to transfer Paul’s responsibilities over.”

Frank nodded at him as he walked off.

 “Oh…” Alan called after him, “We’ll also need to pick your car.”

“My car…” Frank frowned.

 “Yeah, did I not mention? Paul’s BM…that’s a company car. I’m gonna let him keep it as a retirement present so we’ll need to order you another one. Not least because I don’t want my Head Mechanic driving around in that heap of shit you have. Looks like we don’t pay you enough…” Frank stood there, eyebrows raised as Alan simply smirked at him and left. Shaking his head, he gave a little groan, already imagining Fliss’ face when he told her.

*****

Fliss had reacted exactly how he had thought she would, laughing hysterically and then teasing him about how he had no alternative now than to get rid of the heap of shit he was ridiculously attached to. She’d then spent the evening looking at cars on her phone, showing him ridiculously pimped out vehicles in various vile colours, the final straw being a hot-rod red for Mustang with gold rims and flames painted down the side. At that point he’d snatched the phone out of her hand, grabbed her hips and pulled her down under him on the couch and given her something else to think about for half an hour or so.

September ticked by, in the usual speed by which time seemed to be flying for Frank and he found himself thrown into his job, soaking up Paul’s experience of managing the team as much as he could. He was also extremely grateful for both Fliss and Bill’s input, both of them having dealt with managing staff and rotas so he was able to ask them both questions as well. Naturally, when V heard about it she insisted on cooking him a special dinner, and even Evelyn presented him with a very nice bottle of Scotch when she came to visit as a Congratulations.

 Another bit of good news for them was that once Fliss changed her phone number the calls stopped as well. Frank was glad about that, because it meant that once again they’d thwarted the ass holes attempts to intimidate her. She’d made a blog, however, of every call she had gotten which now sat in Greg’s files along with the Card. Just in case.

Nope, on the whole life seemed to be going well for the pair of them.

“Someone’s looking smug…” Greg teased Frank as he leaned back in the chair around Greg’s large outdoor table. It was a Saturday at the start of October and they’d finally got round to having that cook out and gathering that the Circle of Truth had been attempting to organise round everyone’s schedule for the last 3 months.

 “Well, you know…life’s pretty good.” Frank smiled, sipping his beer, his eyes straying to Fliss who was stood around the bar area to the right of the garden with Bonnie, Zara and Lisa. She was dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a tie-died off the shoulder sweater but as usual, she looked stunning.

 “You got a ring yet?” Jake asked, dropping down into a seat next to him.

 “Oh don’t you start as well.” Frank groaned as Simon and Greg both laughed. “We’re happy as we are…besides, we’ve not even been together a year yet…” “Not far off.” Jake shrugged “Man, when you know you know…” “He’s just scared she’ll say no.” Simon teased. Frank stilled for a moment and then turned to glare at the man. “Shit, you are?” Simon frowned “No, not especially but…” Frank shook his head, trying to find the words to explain “I’m absolutely, totally convinced I want to spend the rest of my life with her, and I know she feels the same but…well she’s been married before and I don’t want to ask until I know she’s ready to do it again.”

Greg looked at him, nodding “I get that.”

“That’s gotta be the most grown up think you’ve ever said…” Jake looked at Frank who flipped him off but deep down he had to admit, it wasn’t wrong. He knew that both he and Fliss had come a long way from the people they had been just over 14 months ago when they had first met. Fliss had come alive, flourished even in herself, and he…well, he’d learnt that there was more to life than the meaningless cycle of one night stands and that flying by the seat of his pants wasn’t always the most productive thing to do. Both of them had been broken in their own way, had their own guards and walls around themselves which the other had managed to smash straight through. He stole another glance at Fliss and smiled, he knew there was no other woman for him, but in the same breath…what was the rush? They had a life time. And a ring and a piece of paper wasn’t going to change any of that.

 “Man you grew up…” Simon grinned and Frank rolled his eyes.

 “Look, I’ll have you know I’ve brought up a kid since the age of 6 months…all this shit about me being a man child…It’s crap…”

 “Whatever man…we all know you’re not a grown up until you have scatter cushions on your sofa…” Simon teased, referencing the previous week when he and Bonnie had come over for drinks and Fliss and Frank had had a jokey argument about said cushions. Frank threw his head back in a huge bout of laugher, shaking his head.

 “Fuck you!” he said, looking at him as Simon grinned.

 “Anyway, man…speaking of weddings…” Greg turned to Jake “You’ve been engaged for what? Three years now…when you gonna set a date?”

“He has a point…” Simon looked at him.

“Well, you can all shut the fuck up because for your information we have.”

“Shut the front door!” Greg grinned

 Jake nodded and took a large mouthful of his beer.

 “So you gonna tell any of us or…” Jake glanced over at Lisa before he yelled her name and she looked over at him, the other women also looking up. 

“Can we tell them now babe?” he called. Lisa grinned and nodded, and then made her way over followed by Zara. Fliss looked at Bonnie who shrugged, and the two of them picked up their drinks and followed.

 Fliss perched on Frank’s knee and he slid one hand round her waist the other dropped to her thigh.

 “So, we have set a date for the wedding.” Lisa smiled to a huge shriek from Zara. Frank spotted Fliss looking at Bonnie, the two of them sharing a significant smirk and he squeezed her thigh.

 “Stop being a bitch.” he said in a low voice.

 “Rude…” she mumbled, grinning into her gin. “6th April next year…” Jake grinned. “At Hardemans Secret Garden in Dover, Tampa.” “Well unless you invented a time machine, it ain’t gonna be this year is it?” Simon looked at him, before he gave a yell as Bonnie slapped him round the back of the head.

 “Obviously you’re all invited.” Jake said, “Except for Simon.” “Hang on, if he isn’t coming does that mean I can’t?” Bonnie pouted.

“You can be my plus one.” Fliss nodded.

 “Oi…” Frank nipped her thigh gently. She grinned at him, ruffling his hair slightly. He jerked his head out of her reach and looked at her over his aviators. She stuck her tongue out at him and he grinned.

 “Guys this is great news…” Greg said, nodding “Best dig the suit out.” “You wear a suit to work every day.” Zara looked at him. 

“And you won’t need to.” Jake shook his head. “In fact none of you will…my brother is best man, obviously, but I’d like you guys there as my Groomsmen…that is, if you’re up for it.” Frank smiled at Greg, then Simon before they all shrugged.

“Yeah, I’m in…” Greg smiled.

“Me too pal, I’m honoured.” Frank smiled, tipping his beer bottle in Jake’s direction.

“Does this mean we get to plan the Batchelor party?” Simon asked. Jake nodded with a grin and Simon leaned back “Oh this is gonna be beautiful….”

***** “You’re fucking mental.” Frank looked at Fliss as she shrugged, circling Cap back round to the jump which Joanne had just hiked up another foot. He shook his head and turned away “I can’t watch.” “Don’t’ be a chicken Frank.” Mary grinned up at him, “It’s cool…I wanna do that some day.” “Over my dead body.” Frank looked down at her.

“Yeah you said that about me going to Boston.” “No, that’s not what I said.” Frank sighed, looking at her “I said over my dead body were you going to live with Evelyn….and did you?” “No…” Mary conceded “But you’re letting me go back for a weekend.”

“Yes, because you’re going for 2 nights and coming home” he said, and despite himself he turned his head to see Fliss sail Cap over the huge jump.

“See….” Fliss said, pulling the horse up to a stop “Easy…” “Whatever you say sweetheart.” he shook his head.

“Can I jump Monty soon?” Mary asked, and Fliss smiled.

“Yeah we can do a little cross pole…” “I give in…” Frank groaned, throwing his hands out to the side “The pair of you are nuts.”

“Says the guy who almost cried when he had to order a new car.” Fliss looked at him and Frank rolled his eyes “I mean who does that?” “Yeah Frank…” Mary said, swinging off the fence to the paddock, leaning back to look at him. “You get to swap a rust bucket for a shiny new Mitsubishi and you were like heartbroken.” “Hey, me and that truck have seen a lot of action-“ “I don’t wanna know…” Fliss started.

“Of which you’ve been part of…” he smirked her and she flushed a little, grinning. “I’m kinda attached to it.” “It’s a lump of metal.” Fliss looked at him.

“How dare you.” Frank scoffed, feigning offence.

“Well now you can have new adventures in the new truck.” Mary shrugged “Simples.” “When you do get it I vote the first thing we do is load it up and head off for a picnic somewhere.” Fliss said, hopping off Cap.

“I can go with that.” Frank nodded as she turned and walked towards the gate, letting her out.

 “Can I take him?” Mary asked, hopping down off the fence. 

“Sure…” Fliss said, handing her the reins. Mary led the horse away to the barn as Fliss removed her hat and pulled out her bobble, shaking her long hair free before she tied it back up again.

“I really do like it that colour.” Frank mused after a second, watching her. She blushed a little, and he knew why. A week ago she’d come back from the salon, her usually bright auburn hair was a lot more demure, having had caramel put through the ends. When Frank had complimented her on the change she’d gotten a little shy and said that she used to have it like that when she was younger, but John had always wanted her to keep it her natural colour. Now she felt like she fancied a change. Her admission had once again, knocked Frank for, how simple little things like that were so huge for her.

She pulled off her riding gloves, shoved them into her back pocket and they walked into the barn as Mary opened Cap’s stable and led him inside. As always, the large horse bowed his head gently to allow Mary to undo his bridle and Fliss smiled. Cap was secretly her favourite after Heidi. He was such a loving animal, despite his size always being so gentle and careful around people, especially Mary. Most animals were like that around her, she just had this aura that they seemed to like. But then again, everyone said that animals were a good judge of character.

 “Can we go to the shack for dinner?” Mary spoke up, looking at Frank “It is Saturday…”

 “Oh, I dunno…” Frank sighed, “Not sure my heap of shit truck will get us there.” “No but Fliss’ jeep will.” Mary shrugged and Frank shook his head with a snort.

“You literally have an answer for everything.”

 “Wonder where she gets that from…” Fliss looked at him and he nudged her gently with his elbow.

 “So can we go or not?”

 “Yes, ok we can go to the shack.” Frank said “But the deal is you tidy your room when you get home. It’s a disgrace.” Mary pondered this for a moment as Fliss undid the girth on Cap’s saddle, pulling it off.

 “Deal.” she nodded “Only Fliss said she was gonna help me sort my clothes out…some of them don’t fit anymore.”

“Yeah we do that tomorrow morning.” Fliss smiled, “Then we can look at ordering you some warm stuff for New York.” “Are we still getting matching sweaters when we get there?” “No.” Frank said, at the same time Fliss nodded.

“Yes.” “No, we’re not.” Frank looked at her. 

“Errr 2 vs 1 Sailor, you’re outvoted.” she shrugged, pushing past him with the saddle on her arms. “But if you’re a good boy we’ll let you pick them right Mary?” “I dunno.” Mary frowned “Have you seen his shirts?” Fliss let out a roar of laughter and turned to face her, before she looked at Frank, laughing even harder at the pure indignation on his face. 

“I hate you both.” he said sullenly, folding his arms.

 The Shack was busy by the time they arrived but given that it wasn’t too cold they managed to find a small table outside and ordered their food, Mary getting through an astonishing amount considering but the Frank had noticed she was going through a bit of a growth spurt which he mentioned to Fliss when they were snuggled up on the sofa later.

“Not sure getting her any stuff for New York yet is wise.” he mused “If she carries on like she is it won’t fit her.”

“Well we can wait…Fliss said shrugging, her hand rubbing at Frank’s stomach under his shirt. “You have no idea how excited I am…” “Really?” Frank snorted “You never mentioned it.” “Oh piss off” she laughed, before she sighed happily “It’s the one thing I miss about home and Boston…you know this time of year the leaves would be changing colour and falling,…”

“I know what you mean.” he said, his hands carding through her hair “You don’t really Seasons here.”

“Well you do…” Fliss said, “Hurricane and Summer.” Frank let out a laugh as she looked up at him. “You know you’re my hurricane.”

“What?” he looked at her

 “Came into my life, blew it all upside down…” “Jesus you talk some shit!” he laughed, shaking his head as she grinned. 

“You know there was actually a hurricane Frank back in 2010. So I’m not talking complete shit…” “Whatever Sweetheart…” he snorted, leaning back as her nails scratched against his stomach. He gave a twitch and grabbed her wrist, and looked down at her as she flashed him a coy look. “Stop it.”

“What, this?” she moved and used her other hand, and Frank let out a hiss as he shifted and grabbed that one too.

 “You know what that does to me…” he looked at her, his voice low.

 “Yup.” she nodded, grinning.

 With a jerk of his arms he pulled her forward so she fell onto him fully, drawing a giggle from her as her nose bumped against his.

 “I fuckin’ love you.” he smiled at her, and she grinned, giving him a soft kiss.

 “Yeah, you’ve told me once or twice…” she smirked, her lips locking onto his.

******

 “Fliss?”

 “Office…” she called back, and a second or so later Joanne popped her head into the room.

 “Everything’s done.” she said, “I was gonna lock up…you’re not normally here this late.”

 “Yeah I know but I have some paper work to sort. Need to file a couple of things and, well, thought it would be easier to do it here than take everything home. Frank’s taken Mary bowling so…” “And you’d rather be here doing paper work?” Joanne teased.

“Sadly, it needs doing…besides, last time we went I kicked his ass, again, he sulked for hours.” Fliss snorted “Maybe he stands more of a chance against Mary.”

“Won’t he let her win?” Joanne asked “I mean, she is only eight…”

“No chance.” Fliss looked at Jo. “He says that she needs reminding every now and then that she’s not a genius at everything…” Joanne let out a laugh “Fair enough. Ok, well I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, bye Jo…”

 Fliss set about getting to work, filing the various bills and disclaimers she’d had signed and started then sifting through the list of clients and payments, checking who owed what and typing out the bills for the month. Once they were printed and placed in envelopes, ready to be tacked to the stable doors in the morning she glanced at the clock and realised it was almost 8 pm.  Frank and Mary should be home now.

She was just about to pack up when she realised she hadn’t gone through the post for the day. For a second she debated leaving it for the morning, but decided she would get it over with. There wasn’t much- mostly a couple of letters from various equestrian societies around the area about a few events going on, but the last one she reached was a manila envelope with the address typed out on the front.

 She turned it over, opened it and then pulled out the contents and immediately felt her blood run cold as she looked at the paper in front of her. It was a copy of the photo of her and Mary, taken from the first Blog that Mary had written over the summer. Underneath it was typed a simple message- I always knew you’d suit motherhood.

 Fliss swallowed, it didn’t take a genius to work out who it was from but for the first time since his ridiculous campaign now she was actually frightened as to the meaning behind this. Up until now it he’d been nothing more than annoying but this was designed to be more than an aggravation.

 It was a threat. A direct threat telling her he knew about Mary.

 Whilst Fliss wasn’t Mary’s mother, and would never claim to be she loved that girl like she was her own and the fact that John was even brining her into this made her feel physically sick, so much so that she felt the bile rising in her throat and with a sharp heave she lurched to the side, grabbing the waste paper basket and hocking up the bitter substance. Coughing she wiped the back of her mouth with a shaking hand, reaching for the bottle of water on her desk.

 She folded the photo up and stuck it back in the envelope, shoving it in the drawer before she stood up and locked her office, heading to her jeep. Her mind was reeling, now it wasn’t just her he was focussing on, this changed everything. Did she tell Frank? She knew she should, she couldn’t leave Mary in danger. Not that she believed any harm would come to her, not really, especially not under Frank’s care but that was another worry she had. That if she told Frank this, it was really going to push him over that edge into blind rage, and he’d been on the first plane out to Boston, hunting the fucker down…and then what?

 He ended up in jail himself because Fliss knew Frank well enough to understand that if that blind rage took hold, he wouldn’t stop.

 She had no answer to this, nothing. She sat in her jeep, staring out of the window, trying to force the thoughts and mumbles and voices in her heat to quiet, so she could think clearly, get some form of grasp on what it was she needed to do. And then one voice was screamed at her, clearly, giving her a solution…the only one she could viably see working.

With a loud sob, Fliss covered her face in her hands, unable to see an alternative to the decision she had just reached. A decision that was going to break her heart more than anything had ever done before.

******

“Hey, you’re late…”  Frank looked up, immediately frowning as he saw Fliss’ face. “Honey…what…” “Where’s Mary?” she asked instantly.

“She nipped to Roberta’s” Frank said “I know it’s late but we saw her as we were headed out of the car and she wanted to collect something for Show and Tell tomorrow…why?”

 “We need to talk.” Fliss said.

Frank stood up off the sofa and walked towards her, he reached for her and she took a step back.

“Ok, Fliss, you’re scaring me now…what…”

“I think…” Fliss looked down at her hands “I think that we need to stop seeing each other.”

Frank blinked, not sure he had heard her right, but when he looked at her he saw a tear trickling down her face and she was avoiding his gaze. The world around him began to fade and a dull buzzing filled his head and rang around his ears as a horrible cold feeling washed over him.

“Lissy…” he swallowed, his words sticking in his throat “What’s brought this on? Did I do something? Are you not happy? I don’t understand…” “I just…it isn’t working for me…” she took a deep breath and looked up at him.

“You’re lying.” he said instantly, he could see it written all over her face “Fliss, what’s going on?” “Nothing, I’m sorry. I just…I need to leave, I need space.” she said “I’m so sorry Frank…” Frank took a deep breath, and watched as she turned to leave. After a second he hurried after her into the hallway, shaking his head.

 “Lissy, please…talk to me…” he all but begged as she walked to the door. She made to open it but Frank was behind her and placed his hand firmly on the top of the PVC, causing it to shut. She spun round and looked up at him, the tears now pouring down her face.

 “Please, Frank…don’t make this any harder than it is…” her voice was broken, and she shook her head. “I don’t understand what THIS is?” he looked at her, running a hand through his hair as he felt the stinging of tears in his own eyes “Last month we were talking about buying a house together and now you just wanna break it off, for no reason? Honey, just…whatever is going on, we can work through it, just talk to me.”

 “I’m so sorry…” she whispered, “Just…let me out…please…”

He looked at her again, her eyes bouncing across his and he knew instantly he couldn’t stop her, and would never do that to her either, no matter how much he so desperately wanted to lock the door and force her to tell him what the fuck was going on. So with a sniff he forced himself to step back and her hand went to the door knob, her shoulders shaking.

 “Liss, please…” his voice cracked. “Don’t do this…”

 She took a deep breath and opened the door, the warm air from outside hit him in the face, tears stinging his eyes slightly before click of the latch hit his ears as the door shut behind her, leaving him stood alone in the hallway, stunned and utterly, utterly broken. 

**** Chapter 21

[what-is-your-plan-today]

Riding High Ch 20: When The Bough Breaks...

Chapter Summary: Fliss finds herself in an impossible position…and her decision tips Frank’s world upside down.

Chapter Warnings: Bad Language words.

Chapter Pairings:  Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

A/N:  I  know I only updated a few days ago with Ch 19 but this one has been written for a wile and I finished yesterday so decided not to wait.

Don’t hate me…

Chapter Song:  Shattered by Trading Yesterday

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist 

And this day’s ending is the proof of time, killing all the faith I know.

“Was that another one?” Frank asked as Fliss tossed her phone onto the coffee table with an angry snort.

She nodded, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Frank sighed and looked at her “Honey…” “I know, I know…” she said, looking at him. “Look, I’ve made notes of every time I’ve had one so… its recorded. But again, it’s not like we can prove anything…they happen like twice a day and then nothing…hardly what they’ll call harassment.” Frank shifted slightly “This has been going on for 2 weeks now sweetheart.” “I’m well aware of that.” she snapped, before she shook her head “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get angry…not at you.” “Come here…” he said, opening his arms and she snuggled into him, leaning against his chest as his hand gently ran up and down her arm. “Maybe you should think about changing your number…and not putting the new one on the website.” “Yeah.” she conceded, “It’s not gonna help for work though…” “You can work round it.” he said, “Keep the business line and if you’re not there people will have to leave a message. Then, once you know your clients…you can give them your cell number.”

“Fucking ass hole is still making my life awkward.”

“Only if you let him.” Frank said gently “It’s a minor inconvenience to change your number but, if in the grand scheme of things all he has in his back pocket is sending you some dumbass birthday card and trying to piss you off with silent phone calls then…he’s just a pathetic fucking loser that’s trying to bully you into being scared.” “I’m not scared, just pissed off.” she shook her head “I know he’s a chicken shit, he wouldn’t dare come near me not when you’re on the scene…or my dad for that matter.” “Good, because if he did I’m not sure I’d be able to control myself.” Frank said softly.

“Maybe we should just pay someone to kill him.” Fliss said after a moment’s pause and Frank let out a snort “Bullet straight between the eyes.”

“Nah, too quick.” Frank sniffed, reaching for his beer “I’d dangle him over a tank of hungry sharks…lower him in inch by inch…”

“Or we could feed him to pigs, like in Hannibal.” Fliss mused.

“That’s also an option…no trace” he said, swallowing a mouthful of beer.

“You know they should teach this shit at schools” Fliss said, reaching for her own drink “How to get rid of bodies. I feel it is something everyone should be educated in.” “Maybe you should mention it to Bonnie.” he said as she took a sip of wine “Tell her you feel it is an educational rite of passage or some other inspiring shit like that…”

Fliss laughed, placing her wine glass down and shifting so that she was led on her front, half on-half off Frank, looking up at him as her chin rest on his chest.

“On a scale of 1 to 10 how much of a meltdown are we facing with Mary on tomorrow morning?”

“From her current mood I’d suspect a good 4 and a half, maybe a 5.” he mused, before he looked at Fliss “I don’t much care, she’s going whether she wants to or not.” “When do the University Classes start again?”

“Not till second week in October.”  Frank replied “Which reminds me, I need to submit that funding form tomorrow…” “It’s on the table.” Fliss said, as she correctly guessed from the look on his face he was pondering where he had put it.”

“What would I do without you?” he grinned down at her.

“I have absolutely no idea.” she shrugged and he smiled and leaned down pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Did you speak to Evelyn before?” Fliss asked him and he nodded.

“She’s coming down this weekend.” Frank said, “She’s still on about Mary going to Boston for a weekend.” “You still not comfortable about her going?” Fliss asked.

Frank wrinkled his nose “I don’t know if I trust her fully yet.” “You’ll never know you can unless you give her a chance.” Fliss reasoned

“You think I should let her go?” Frank said, slightly surprised.

“That’s not my decision to make, Frank” Fliss shook her head.

“No, but I value your opinion.” Frank looked at her. “Go on, tell me what you think.” Fliss hesitated for a moment before she sat up and turned her body so she was facing him, her legs tucked underneath her on the sofa. “If it was me in your position, I’d give Evelyn a chance. She’s played ball so far, done everything you’ve asked her to. You’ve got legal guardianship of Mary so she can’t pull any stupid stunts, and if Mary comes back and tells you something she did that you don’t like, well, you cut the visits.” Frank looked at Fliss before he took another drink from his beer bottle. He was torn in two. In one respect he wanted Mary to be happy and it certainly seemed that she enjoyed seeing Evelyn, but on flip side he was still more than comfortable with keeping his Mother at arm’s length.

“I’ll think about it.” he shrugged, non-committedly.

“Well, you should also ask Mary.” Fliss said “She might not even want to go.” “She will.” Frank said, “Evelyn has a piano.” Fliss laughed “Yeah, but she’s also bossy, remember?”

“Yeah, I had heard that.” Frank said, and Fliss chuckled again.

“Well, can you not think about it right now?” she said, taking the beer bottle out of his hand.

“Hey…” he pouted as she put it down on the table, his pout soon turned into a smirk as Fliss moved so she was straddling him on the sofa, his t-shirt that she’d been lounging around in rode up her thighs slightly and his hands rubbed up the side of her bare skin. “Something on your mind baby girl?”

“What makes you think that?” she asked, sliding her hands up his chest, over the soft material of his top.

“Just a hunch…” he mumbled, as he reached up and gently gripped the back of her neck, pulling her head down to meet his.

****** “Hey Frank…”

Frank looked up and smiled at Alan as he walked into the work shop.

“Hey Alan, not seen you in a while, how you doing?” “Good…I’m good. I was just wondering if I could have a word in my office.”

“Sure.” Frank frowned “Is err, everything ok?” “Oh, yeah, it’s nothing to worry about…quite the opposite in fact…” “Alright, well me just finish piecing this oil filter together and I’ll be with you.”

“Sure.” Alan said, “No rush.”

Frank quickly tightened the filter back up, gave it the once over before he set down his tools and hopped off the boat, wiping his hands on a rag before he walked through the door at the back of the workshop and down the small corridor that led to the main office at the rear of the shop. He knocked sharply on the door and then swung it open as Alan looked at him, gesturing for him to take a seat whilst he finished up his call. Eventually, he bid the person on the other end good bye and placed the receiver down.

“Relax, Frank…” Alan chuckled as Frank adjusted his jeans for what felt like the 30th time since sitting down.

“Sorry.” Frank nodded, scratching at his temple. “So errr, do you need me to do something or...” “In a manner of speaking, yes.” Alan said “As you know Paul is retiring at the end of the year, which means the Head Mechanic role is up for grabs…and I was wondering if you’d be interesting in taking the position.” “Me?” Frank’s eyes widened slightly

Alan nodded “I know in the grand scheme of things you haven’t been here long but you’ve impressed me, just like Bill said you would. You knuckle down, you do the overtime if needed, you don’t complain…I like you Frank, and the team does to.” “I err…” Frank scratched the back of his neck. “I’m flattered…but I’ve never managed a team before or…”

“You were an Assistant Professor at one stage right?” Alan eyed him and Frank sighed, nodding “You must have had a research team…” “Yeah, but…” “It’s no different.” Alan shook his head, “And I’m here to help and give you some guidance. I’m not quite ready to retire fully yet. Not like Bill, only so much golf I can play before I go fucking nuts.” Frank snorted “Yeah, not gonna lie, it’s not my thing…” Alan looked at him “The duties won’t be that much different Frank. You’ll just be in charge of booking the jobs in, allocating them to the guys, keeping on top of deadlines and general management of the team…means a little less time spent actually getting your hands dirty but…well, you can manage that yourself. You wanna take a job you take it.”

“Can I take a bit of time to think it over?” he asked.

“Sure. Take a few days, let me know. I’d like to have whoever is taking over in a position to start the handover by the beginning of October if possible so…” “Thanks.” Frank nodded “I’ll give it some thought.” “Oh, and it also comes with a Ten thou a year raise…” Alan casually dropped in as Frank stood up “Plus a bonus each year of up to 20 percent, depending on how well you’ve done on your targets” “Just a minor detail you forgot to tell me.” Frank arched an eyebrow.

“Well, I wanted to make sure you’d consider it for the right reasons not merely the financial incentive.” Alan shrugged “Another reason I’m convinced you’re perfect for the job.” Frank nodded and with that he left the office. Given that it was almost lunch time he took his break 15 or so minutes earlier and headed out into the September sun, pulling out his phone.

“Hey Sailor.” Fliss greeted him.

“Hey Cowgirl.” he smiled, leaning against the hood of his truck sipping a bottle of water “You got a sec.” “For you, always. What’s up?”

“Nothing, nothing bad anyway…I just got offered a promotion.”

“Frankie that’s amazing!” She gushed “You sound surprised though.” “I am, a little.” he said, before he launched into an explanation of what Alan had told him and what the job would entail, plus the financial incentives.

“Wow!” she said as he finished talking “Baby, that’s fantastic. I’m so proud of you!”

Frank felt himself blushing at her praise, and despite the fact he couldn’t even see her he rubbed at his neck slightly. “So, you think I should take it?” “Of course I do.” she said eagerly “But at the same time, if you don’t want to then…you don’t have to. This is a great position to be in honey, Alan’s clearly seen your potential.”

“Just not sure If I’m cut out to be management.” he said, biting his lip.

“I had the same thoughts about my business you know.” she spoke gently “I wasn’t sure if setting up on my own after everything that happened was gonna work but then Dad told me that I’d never know unless I took the plunge. Have a little faith in yourself. The only person who doubts your capability is you.”

Frank smiles at her words and looked up and out over the Marina “You always know exactly what to say.” “Not really, I make most of it up as a go along.” she said and Frank laughed. “But, just think, with the extra money you can get a new car…” “There’s nothing wrong with my truck.” “Frank, it’s died on you 4 times in the last 2 weeks. Dad reckons his ride on lawnmower has more power under the hood than that thing”

“Ok, I’ll admit…she’s getting a little clunky…but she is into her twenties now….” Fliss snorted “You could get yourself a nice Audi…”

“Fuck off.” Frank said and she laughed

“I like Simon’s car…” “You like it so much you get one.”

“Would never fit Thor in the back.” she said and Frank had to concede she had a point “But now you’re freelancing…you don’t actually need a truck do you?” “No, but…it’s handy…” “Handy, baby it only has 3 seats…” “And a flatbed…” Frank pouted slihglty. “So get one with 5 seats.” she shrugged. “You can buy trucks with a full cab…”

“This is not a good enough reason to get me to take the promotion…”

“You want a better reason?” She said. “Ok, well here’s some food for thought…when the lease is up on our place maybe we could look into buying. You know I don’t wanna rent forever, I want us to have something for the future that’s ours, and the extra money you get a year would make a difference in what we can borrow towards it.” And just like that, as always, she’d managed to sideswipe him. He’d be lying if he hadn’t considered getting back on the property market, he had savings after all…but he’d given it no more thought than a fleeting idea every now and then when he drove past places with real estate signs in the front yards

“This mean you’re coming round to the idea of marrying me and having baby Franks and Flisses?” he teased She snorted “You’re such a dick…although that’s the only time you’ve ever mentioned that when you’re sober.” “So you’re saying that if I ask you when I’m not drunk you’d say yes?” he teased. “Goodbye Frank…” She teased in an airy voice, before she cut the call.

Chuckling to himself he slid the phone back into his pocket and headed back inside to grab his lunch from the fridge in the kitchen. As he did so he passed Alan who was heading out with a fresh cup of coffee.

“Oh, erm…Alan…” Frank looked at him. “So, turns out I don’t need as much time to think about it as I thought I did. I’ll take the job.” Alan smiled at him and pat him on the shoulder “Good man. I’ll get the wheels in motion and then we can work out how we start to transfer Paul’s responsibilities over.”

Frank nodded at him as he walked off.

“Oh…” Alan said, “We’ll also need to pick your car.”

“My car…” Frank frowned.

“Yeah, did I not mention? Paul’s BM…that’s a company car. I’m gonna let him keep it as a retirement present so we’ll need to order you another one. Not least because I don’t want my Head Mechanic driving around in that heap of shit you have. Looks like we don’t pay you enough…” Frank stood there, eyebrows raised as Alan simply smirked at him and left. Shaking his head, he gave a little groan, already imagining Fliss’ face when he told her.

*****

Fliss had reacted exactly how he had thought she would, laughing hysterically and then teasing him about how he had no alternative now than to get rid of the heap of shit he was ridiculously attached to. She’d then spent the evening looking at cars on her phone, showing him ridiculously pimped out vehicles in various vile colours, the final straw being a hot-rod red Mustang with gold rims and flames painted down the side. At that point he’d snatched the phone out of her hand, grabbed her hips and pulled her down under him on the couch and given her something else to think about for half an hour or so.

September ticked by, in the usual speed by which time seemed to be flying for Frank and he found himself thrown into his job, soaking up Paul’s experience of managing the team as much as he could. He was also extremely grateful for both Fliss and Bill’s input, both of them having dealt with managing staff and rotas so he was able to ask them both questions as well. Naturally, when V heard about it she insisted on cooking him a special dinner, and even Evelyn presented him with a very nice bottle of Scotch when she came to visit as a Congratulations.

Another bit of good news for them was that once Fliss changed her phone number the calls stopped as well. Frank was glad about that, because it meant that once again they’d thwarted the ass holes attempts to intimidate her. She’d made a blog, however, of every call she had gotten which now sat in Greg’s files along with the Card. Just in case.

Nope, on the whole life seemed to be going well for the pair of them.

“Someone’s looking smug…” Greg teased Frank as he leaned back in the chair around Greg’s large outdoor table. It was a Saturday at the start of October and they’d finally got round to having that cook out and gathering that the Circle of Truth had been attempting to organise round everyone’s schedule for the last 3 months.

“Well, you know…life’s pretty good.” Frank smiled, sipping his beer, his eyes straying to Fliss who was stood around the bar area to the right of the garden with Bonnie, Zara and Lisa. She was dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a tie-died off the shoulder sweater but as usual, she looked stunning.

“You got a ring yet?” Jake asked, dropping down into a seat next to him.

“Oh don’t you start as well.” Frank groaned as Simon and Greg both laughed. “We’re happy as we are…besides, we’ve not even been together a year yet…” “Not far off.” Jake shrugged “Man, when you know you know…” “He’s just scared she’ll say no.” Simon teased. Frank stilled for a moment and then turned to glare at the man. “Shit, you are?” Simon frowned “No, not especially but…” Frank shook his head, trying to find the words to explain “I’m absolutely, totally convinced I want to spend the rest of my life with her, and I know she feels the same but…well she’s been married before and I don’t want to ask until I know she’s ready to do it again.”

Greg looked at him, nodding “I get that.”

“That’s gotta be the most grown up think you’ve ever said…” Jake looked at Frank who flipped him off but deep down he had to admit, it wasn’t wrong. He knew that both he and Fliss had come a long way from the people they had been just over 14 months ago when they had first met. Fliss had come alive, flourished even in herself, and he…well, he’d learnt that there was more to life than a meaningless cycle of one night stands and that flying by the seat of his pants wasn’t always the most productive thing to do. Both of them had been broken in their own way, had their own guards and walls around themselves which the other had managed to smash straight through. He stole another glance at Fliss and smiled, he knew there was no other woman for him, but in the same breath…what was the rush? They had a life time. And a ring and a piece of paper wasn’t going to change any of that.

“Man you grew up…” Simon said, and Frank rolled his eyes.

“Look, I’ll have you know I’ve brought up a kid since the age of 6 months…all this shit about me being a man child…It’s crap…”

“Whatever man…we all know you’re not a grown up until you have scatter cushions on your sofa…” Simon teased, referencing the previous week when he and Bonnie had come over for drinks and Fliss and Frank had had a jokey argument about the cushions on the sofa. Frank threw his head back in a huge bout of laugher, shaking his head.

“Fuck you!” he said, looking at him as Simon grinned.

“Anyway, man…speaking of weddings…” Greg turned to Jake “You’ve been engaged for what? like 3 years now…when you gonna set a date?”

“He has a point…” Simon looked at him.

“Well, you can all shut the fuck up because for your information we have.”

“Shut the front door!” Greg grinned

Jake nodded and took a large mouthful of his beer.

“So you gonna tell any of us or…” Jake glanced over at Lisa before he yelled her name and she looked over at him, the other women also looking up.

“Can we tell them now babe?” he called. Lisa grinned and nodded, and then made her way over followed by Zara. Fliss looked at Bonnie who shrugged, and the two of them picked up their drinks and followed.

Fliss perched on Frank’s knee and he slid one hand round her waist the other dropped to her thigh.

“So, we have set a date for the wedding.” Lisa smiled to a huge shriek from Zara. Frank spotted Fliss looking at Bonnie, the two of them sharing a significant smirk and he squeezed her thigh.

“Stop being a bitch.” he said in a low voice.

“Rude…” she mumbled, grinning into her gin.

“6th April next year…” Jake grinned. “At Hardemans Secret Garden in Dover, Tampa.” “Well unless you invented a time machine, it ain’t gonna be this year is it?” Simon looked at him, before he gave a yell as Bonnie slapped him round the back of the head.

“Obviously you’re all invited.” Jake said, “Except for Simon.” “Hang on, if he isn’t coming does that mean I can’t?” Bonnie pouted.

“You can be my plus one.” Fliss nodded.

“Oi…” Frank said, nipping her thigh gently. She grinned at him, ruffling his hair slightly. He jerked his head out of her reach and looked at her over his aviators. She stuck her tongue out at him and he grinned.

“Guys this is great news…” Greg said, nodding “Best dig the suit out.” “You wear a suit to work every day.” Zara looked at him.

“And you won’t need to.” Jake shook his head. “In fact none of you will…my brother is best man, obviously, but I’d like you guys there as my Groomsmen…that is, if you’re up for it.” Frank smiled at Greg, then Simon before they all shrugged.

“Yeah, I’m in…” Greg smiled,

“Me too pal, I’m honoured.” Frank smiled, tipping his beer bottle in Jake’s direction.

“Does this mean we get to plan the Batchelor party?” Simon asked. Jake nodded with a grin and Simon leaned back “Oh this is gonna be beautiful….”

***** “You’re fucking mental.” Frank looked at Fliss as she shrugged, circling Cap back round to the jump which Joanne had just hiked up another foot. He shook his head and turned away “I can’t watch.” “Don’t’ be a chicken Frank.” Mary grinned up at him, “It’s cool…I wanna do that some day.” “Over my dead body.” Frank looked down at her.

“Yeah you said that about me going to Boston…” “No, that’s not what I said.” Frank sighed, looking at her “I said over my dead body were you going to live with Evelyn….and did you?” “No…” Mary conceded “But you’re letting me go back for a weekend.”

“Yes, because you’re going for 2 nights and coming home” he said, and despite himself he turned his head to see Fliss sail Cap over the huge jump.

“See….” Fliss said, pulling the horse up to a stop “Easy…” “Whatever you say sweetheart.” he shook his head.

“Can I jump Monty soon?” Mary asked, and Fliss smiled.

“Yeah we can do a little cross pole…” “I give in…” Frank groaned, throwing his hands out to the side “The pair of you are nuts…”

“Says the guy who almost cried when he had to order a new car.” Fliss looked at him and Frank rolled his eyes “I mean who does that?” “Yeah Frank…” Mary said, swinging off the fence to the paddock, leaning back to look at him. “You get to swap a rust bucket for a shiny new Mitsubishi  truck and you were like heartbroken.” “Hey, me and that truck have seen a lot of action-“

“I don’t wanna know…” Fliss started.

“Of which you’ve been part of…” he smirked her and she flushed a little, grinning. “I’m kinda attached to it.” “It’s a lump of metal.” Fliss looked at him.

“How dare you.” Frank scoffed, feigning offence.

“Well now you can have new adventures in the new truck.” Mary shrugged “Simples.” “When you do get it I vote the first thing we do is load it up and head off for a picnic somewhere.” Fliss said, hopping off Cap.

“I can go with that.” Frank nodded as she turned and walked towards the gate, letting her out.

“Can I take him?” Mary asked, hopping down off the fence.

“Sure…” Fliss said, handing her the reins. Mary led the horse away to the barn as Fliss removed her hat and pulled out her bobble, shaking her long hair free before she tied it back up again.

“I really do like it that colour.” Frank mused after a second, watching her. She blushed a little, and he knew why. A week ago she’d come back from the salon, her usually bright auburn hair was a lot more demure, having had caramel and dark brown put through it. When Frank had complimented her on the change she’d gotten a little shy and said that she used to have it like that when she was younger, but upon splitting with John had decided she wanted a completely different look. Now she felt like she wanted to go back to who she was, not needing to put that distance between her and her past anymore. Her admission had once again, knocked him for 6, how simple little things like that were so huge for her. He was also beyond happy she felt like that too.

She pulled off her riding gloves, shoved them into her back pocket and they walked into the barn as Mary opened Cap’s stable and led him inside. As always, the large horse bowed his head gently to allow Mary to undo his bridle and Fliss smiled. Cap was secretly her favourite after Heidi. He was such a loving animal, despite his size always being so gentle and careful around people, especially Mary. Most animals were like that around her, she just had this aura that they seemed to like. But then again, everyone said that animals were a good judge of character.

“Can we go to the shack for dinner?” Mary spoke up, looking at Frank “It is Saturday…”

“Oh, I dunno…” Frank sighed, “Not sure my heap of shit truck will get us there.” “No but Fliss’ jeep will.” Mary shrugged and Frank shook his head with a snort.

“You literally have an answer for everything.”

“Wonder where she gets that from…” Fliss looked at him and he nudged her gently with his elbow.

“So can we go or not?”

“Yes, ok we can go to the shack.” Frank said “But the deal is you tidy your room when you get home. It’s a disgrace.” Mary pondered this for a moment as Fliss undid the girth on Cap’s saddle, pulling it off.

“Deal.” she nodded “Only Fliss said she was gonna help me sort my clothes out…some of them don’t fit anymore.”

“Yeah we do that tomorrow morning.” Fliss smiled, “Then we can look at ordering you some warm stuff for New York.” “oooh yeah, are we still getting matching sweaters when we get there?” “No.” Frank said, at the same time Fliss nodded.

“Yes.” “No, we’re not.” Frank looked at her.

“Errr 2 vs 1 Sailor, you’re outvoted.” she shrugged, pushing past him with the saddle on her arms. “But if you’re a good boy we’ll let you pick them right Mary?” “I dunno.” Mary frowned “Have you seen his shirts?” Fliss let out a roar of laughter and turned to face her, before she looked at Frank, laughing even harder at the pure indignation on his face.

“I hate you both.” he said sullenly, folding his arms.

The Shack was busy by the time they arrived but given that it wasn’t too cold they managed to find a small table outside and ordered their food, Mary getting through an astonishing amount considering but the Frank had noticed she was going through a bit of a growth spurt which he mentioned to Fliss when they were snuggled up on the sofa later.

“Not sure getting her any stuff for New York yet is wise.” he mused “If she carries on like she is it won’t fit her.”

“Well we can wait…Fliss said shrugging, her hand rubbing at Frank’s stomach under his shirt. “You have no idea how excited I am…” “Really?” Frank snorted “You never mentioned it.” “Oh piss off” she laughed, before she sighed happily “It’s the one thing I miss about home and Boston…you know this time of year the leaves would be changing colour and falling,…”

“I know what you mean.” he said, his hands carding through her hair “You don’t really Seasons here.”

“Well you do…” Fliss said, “Hurricane and Summer.” Frank let out a laugh as she looked up at him. “You know you’re my hurricane.”

“What?” he looked at her

“Came into my life, blew it all upside down…” “Jesus you talk some shit!” he laughed, shaking his head as she grinned.

“You know there was actually a hurricane Frank back in 2010.” she said “So I’m not talking complete shit…” “Whatever Sweetheart…” he snorted, leaning back as her nails scratched against his skin. He gave a twitch and grabbed her wrist, and looked down at her as she flashed him a coy look. “Stop it.”

“What, this?” she moved and used her other hand, and Frank let out a hiss as he shifted and grabbed that one too.

“You know what that does to me…” he looked at her, his voice low.

“Yup.” she nodded, grinning.

With a jerk of his arms he pulled her forward so she fell onto him fully, drawing a giggle from her as her nose bumped against his.

“I fuckin’ love you.” he smiled at her, and she grinned, giving him a soft kiss.

“Yeah, you’ve told me once or twice…” she smirked, her lips locking onto his.

******

“Fliss?”

“Office…” she called back, and a second or so later Joanne popped her head into the room.

“Everything’s done.” she said, “I was gonna lock up…you’re not normally here this late.”

“Yeah I know but I have some paper work to sort. Need to file a couple of things and, well, thought it would be easier to do it here than take everything home. Frank’s taken Mary bowling so…” “And you’d rather be here doing paper work?” Joanne teased.

“Sadly, it needs doing…besides, last time we went I kicked his ass, again, he sulked for hours.” Fliss snorted “Maybe he stands more of a chance against Mary.”

“Won’t he let her win?” Joanne asked “I mean, she is only 8…”

“Have you met Frank?” Fliss looked at Jo. “He says that she needs reminding every now and then that she’s not a genius at everything…” Joanne let out a laugh “Fair enough. Ok, well I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, by Jo…”

Fliss set about getting to work, filing the various bills and disclaimers she’d had signed and started then sifting through the list of clients and payments, checking who owed what and typing out the bills for the month. Once they were printed and placed in envelopes, ready to be tacked to the stable doors in the morning she glanced at the clock and realised it was almost 8 pm.  Frank and Mary should be home now.

She was just about to pack up when she realised she hadn’t gone through the post for the day. For a second she debated leaving it for the morning, but decided she would get it over with. There wasn’t much- mostly a couple of letters from various equestrian societies around the area about a few events going on, but the last one she reached was a manila envelope with the address typed out on the front.

She turned it over, opened it and then pulled out the contents and immediately felt her blood run cold as she looked at the paper in front of her. It was a copy of the photo of her and Mary, taken from the first Blog that Mary had written over the summer. Underneath it was typed a simple message- I always knew you’d suit motherhood.

Fliss swallowed, it didn’t take a genius to work out who it was from but for the first time since his ridiculous campaign now she was actually frightened as to the meaning behind this. Up until now it he’d been nothing more than annoying but this was designed to be more than an aggravation.

It was a threat. A direct threat telling her he knew about Mary.

Whilst Fliss wasn’t Mary’s mother, and would never claim to be she loved that girl like she was her own and the fact that John was even brining her into this made her feel physically sick, so much so that she felt the bile rising in her throat and with a sharp heave she lurched to the side, grabbing the waste paper basket and hocking up the bitter substance. Coughing she wiped the back of her mouth with a shaking hand, reaching for the bottle of water on her desk.

She folded the photo up and stuck it back in the envelope, shoving it in the drawer before she stood up and locked her office, heading to her jeep. Her mind was reeling, now it wasn’t just her he was focussing on, this changed everything. Did she tell Frank? She knew she should, she couldn’t leave Mary in danger. Not that she believed any harm would come to her, not really, especially not under Frank’s care but that was another worry she had. That if she told Frank this, it was really going to push him over that edge into blind rage, and he’d been on the first plane out to Boston, hunting the fucker down…and then what?

He ended up in jail himself because Fliss knew Frank well enough to understand that if that blind rage took hold, he wouldn’t stop.

She had no answer to this, nothing. She sat in her jeep, staring out of the window, trying to force the thoughts and mumbles and voices in her heat to quiet, so she could think clearly, get some form of grasp on what it was she needed to do. And then one voice was screamed at her, clearly, giving her a solution…the only one she could viably see working.

With a loud sob, Fliss covered her face in her hands, unable to see an alternative to the decision she had just reached. A decision that was going to break her heart more than anything had ever done before.

******

“Hey, you’re late…”  Frank looked up, immediately frowning as he saw Fliss’ face. “Honey…what…” “Where’s Mary?” she asked instantly.

“She nipped to Roberta’s” Frank said “I know it’s late but we saw her as we were headed out of the car and she wanted to collect something for Show and Tell tomorrow…why?”

“We need to talk.” Fliss said.

Frank stood up off the sofa and walked towards her, he reached for her and she took a step back.

“Ok, Fliss, you’re scaring me now…what…”

“I think…” Fliss looked down at her hands “I think that we need to stop seeing each other.” Frank blinked, not sure he had heard her right, but when he looked at her he saw a tear trickling down her face and she was avoiding his gaze. The world around him began to fade and a dull buzzing filled his head and rang around his ears as a horrible cold feeling washed over him.

“Lissy…” he swallowed, his words sticking in his throat “What’s brought this on? Did I do something? Are you not happy? I don’t understand…” “I just…it isn’t working for me…” she said, taking a deep breath and looking up at him. “You’re lying.” he said instantly, he could see it written all over her face “Fliss, what’s going on?” “Nothing, I’m sorry. I just…I need to leave, I need space.” she said “I’m so sorry Frank…” Frank took a deep breath, and watched as she turned to leave. After a second he hurried after her into the hallway, shaking his head.

“Lissy, please…talk to me…” he all but begged as she walked to the door. She made to open it but Frank was behind her and placed his hand firmly on the top of the PVC, causing it to shut. She spun round and looked up at him, the tears now pouring down her face.

“Please, Frank…don’t make this any harder than it is…” her voice was broken, and she shook her head. “I don’t understand what THIS is?” he looked at her, running a hand through his hair as he felt the stinging of tears in his own eyes “Last month we were talking about buying a house together and now you just wanna break it off, for no reason? Baby, just…whatever is going on, we can work through it, just talk to me.”

“I’m so sorry…” she whispered, “Just…let me out…please…”

He looked at her again, her eyes bouncing across his and he knew instantly he couldn’t stop her, and would never do that to her either, no matter how much he so desperately wanted to lock the door and force her to tell him what the fuck was going on. So with a sniff he forced himself to step back and her hand went to the door knob, her shoulders shaking.

“Liss, please…” he said, his voice cracking. “Don’t do this…”

She took a deep breath and opened the door, the warm air from outside hit him in the face before the click of the latch hit his ears as the door shut behind her, leaving him stood alone in the hallway, stunned and utterly, utterly broken.

[airoasis]

"Entertaining Father Stone" | Father Ted | Series 1 Episode 2 | Dead Parrot

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"Entertaining Father Stone" | Father Ted | Series 1 Episode 2 | Dead Parrot

Ted, when you had three desires, what wouldn’t it be? Three desires, God I do not know rather. What, I suppose the primary one can be … World Peace and then perhaps an end to hunger and … Extra money for hospitals and that style of thing reasonable sufficient Ted. And your self Dougal, what would your three desires be? Oh, I do not know i’m happy sufficient particularly rather you wouldn’t want anything in any respect? No, i don’t feel so can’t suppose of something anyway You would not say you wanted a big vehicle to drive around in? That’d be top notch using around in a massive automobile. That’d be one yeah, how amazing? And what would be your second wish? Oh, no, that’ll be high-quality. No the auto will probably be satisfactory you would wish to be a rock star or something like Elvis? God yeah, oh, i would like to be a rock celebrity like an Elvis or some thing. Oh, that’d be exceptional so Your 0.33 wish in the event you had one? Oh, no, no that’ll be satisfactory.Tremendous automobile, and i was Elvis. That’d be grand would not you adore say umm… This cup Oh, God yeah i’d love that cup. If I had that cup and i was Elvis and i was once in a enormous automobile , that’d be wonderful you will have under no circumstances had so much of an creativeness. Have you ever Dougal? No you are proper there Ted Are you definite you will not have some tea Paul? No, i am quality right Would you love me to activate the tv? No, thanks. I’m satisfactory proper have you ever seen father Shorton at all just lately? No I was considering, what would he be, would he be eighty now? Believe so oh Dougal. You desired to have a phrase , is not going to be a moment see you in a minute father What’s up with you Ted? Who’s that? I had to get out of there who is it Ted? Now Dougal…Do not overreact fair ample correct it can be father Stone Dougal stand up Oh Ted no, not him it is him allright. God almighty. I know Why did not you tell him not to come Ted. You said… You promised after the last time? I tried but it’s like looking to talk to a wall with a mustache. Oh my God I hate it these awful protracted silences Why failed to you lie to him? Huh? I did I instructed him high-quality large significant lies with feckin bells hanging off them are you aware what it can be like? It can be like looking to ask the holy mom to stop showing to schoolyards right Dougal you may have acquired to preserve me company.No, no back again, hah Sorry Paul. You recall Dugal? Ah yes Of direction you do. Definite you have to’ve been coming here for… How a long time is it now? Few anyway SIX six years each summer. So what time you’re going again the next day to come? I would stay What? Said, I could stay How long? Well, I do not know. Few weeks, maybe Few weeks? Sorry about that Ted. Fell over Tea fathers. Anyone for a excellent cup…? Oh, no, it is father Stone Do you not must get again to your parish? No, now not for a while anyway. Ha ha ha right, it is it’s just that there is a predicament in that umm Dougal and that i were thinking of doing whatever … What used to be it we were thinking of doing Dougal? The object there? Yes? Sure, what used to be the item we had been going to do together um sure? Yeah? What was once it and thing and big factor it was and holidays going on holidays that is excellent.I’ll intellect the location wait wait . It wasn’t that we had been happening vacations in any respect. It was anything else We were going to do this method no one can keep in the apartment What used to be it? We we we were going to… Have the art work rehung? Oh remarkable super reminiscence there? Have you ever noticed they’re all crockett. I imply what sort of an angle is that? Mad attitude ha ha so you can not keep here. It’s too damaging see could not be right here when people are moving art work all around the location So where will you go? Motel more commonly that’s best. I will go together with you Sorry Paul. I simply have something to say to Dougal God believe Dougal feel all right. I’ll do the pondering Ted Jack. God if he sees him christ almighty.I will must ruin it to him gently seem you are taking Paul out and i’ll go… You’re now not leaving me by myself with him Ted Dougal oh, no Ted. No sorry about that I simply are not able to now there is no method, so good. Are you going to tell Jack? I’m going to get me coat Paul? Dougal goes for a walk would you like to join him? No, i am satisfactory. Are you definite you won’t go, it’s lovely? No, thanks. No. I am high-quality. Good. It is simply that Dougal needs to show you some thing it can be very main Is it? Yes very very main this might be the most important factor you’ll be able to ever see Eh? Yes right. So you can go so? No i am first-class. Thanks i’ll see it once more sometime. Let’s be sincere. It can be not that Dougal wishes to show you some thing.It’s that there is a fireplace in the apartment, and also you have got to leave hearth? I didn’t want to get you right into a panic cuz it’s handiest a small hearth however nevertheless it would unfold and when you died in it i would by no means forgive myself so for those who’d simply go together with Dougal, i’ll battle the blaze right so you’re going? Yeah, there may be a fireplace great do not fear about me. A drop of water will do the trick So have you noticeable father Shorton nowadays? No Oh, yeah, I believe he have got to be about eighty now? I suppose so Father father are you awake? Father Father we’ve got a visitor So how’s the whole lot then? Very well Feck off ??? Cheerio Jack long gone to bed then Ted. Yes. He was once just a little worn out right good, I feel my bathtub will likely be equipped with the aid of now can i aid you Paul? No i am pleasant i’m um Having a bath it can be just I need to go to the bathroom proper, go ahead time for mattress it is most effective 1/2 seven? Sure, but I have got to be up at 11:00 in the morning Dougal, you higher get some relaxation too I are not able to take way more of this Ted.I do know i know Six years, you’d feel that by way of now he’d have received the message Do you remember that time Ted after we knew he was coming and we pretended to be in rome? Huh? God yeah, that was effective any person else would go reasonable ample and just not turn up five days within the attic No food no water rats all over the place If only we notion of it this year How did you meet him in the first place? He was once presented to me by father Jim Dugan. We had been at a convention Dugan came up and said this is father Stone and ran out of the building just ran straight out of the building So we started talking yeah? Well, I began talking you understand how he is and just to break the silence I invited him to remain you recognize just for whatever to assert. Tomorrow, tomorrow he arrived on the island Oh God when you don’t ought to say anything really simply sits there.I imply, what does he get out of it? I’m hoping he’s long gone before your birthday social gathering anyway. Oh, he would be lengthy long past by then. What is it three weeks away? Good God look on the time. I would better be going Ted. Oh, any individual want a elevate? Dougal Fecking Please God, please, please eliminate him. I don’t care the way you do it. Just please eliminate him Do you need cash? Whatever you wish to have. Identify any cost? We must go house Ted. Consider about it Dougal. Think about sitting in the living room. Oh, yeah, I believe it is clearing up now anyway the whole lot’s blowing over there Ted certainly not intellect. Simply have a go Golf ye? Yeah, loopy golf ball. Not precisely the u.S. Masters Will you have got a go father? Oh. No Are you certain, it’s very enjoyable? Oh yeah Ted extremely good. You may have a go Go on, it is even easier, now that the windmill isn’t on the best way There you go. What’s the worst factor can happen? Oh, God Dougal it’s all my fault do not be silly Ted. So what did you do, pray for him to be hit by way of lightning? No, of path now not I I requested him to intervene by hook or by crook, but it is a bit so much.What are you thinking of? Who would’ve thought that being hit via lightning would land you in a clinic What what are you speaking about of path it will possibly land you in a health center. Well. It is no longer more commonly that serious is it Ted I imply, I was once hit by means of lightning a few times. I never had to go to hospital yes, Dougal, but you are distinct from most humans. All that occurred to you as balloons stored sticking to you God, I hate hospitals Ever realize it can be as a rule unwell people who come to be in hospitals? Yeah, they all come here Ted. Of path you’re a goner at the minute you stroll in via the door you realize i would pick to take my possibilities in the true world Ted. You understand regardless of how unwell I used to be i would on no account go below the hammer below the knife Dougal beneath the Hammers auctioneering.All right. Yeah do not forget that movie Ted the place your man has his head transplanted onto a fly and the fly’s head is transplanted onto the person Oh, sure what used to be that known as? Out of Africa? I consider anyway your man has the top of the fly and he’s chasing his spouse in all places the situation and he or she you know she’s seeking to conceal the Jam and everything so he won’t get… Discontinue adequate ample. I must discontinue you there Dougal. Sure, Ted. No rationale. I simply ought to stop you modern day emergency. What is it in these days physician? We have no idea I consider it’s a blend of Babycham and Harvick more commonly all that was left after the party Father Stone’s been in there a long time hasn’t he? Think he is lifeless? Typically doing assessments. What sort of assessments general abilities? No won’t get a lot out of him in that . No no scientific assessments So how would he find out about that Ted? There he goes. He can move when he wishes to You silly bastard you might have particularly achieved it this time.You began it you slag. Subsequent time i’ll finish the job I… Fathers John hey, Mary well, uh, what are you doing here father? Um a buddy of ours had somewhat of an accident? Oh dear. What happened to you, that looks nasty? Ah definite. It is nothing father. It can be just a headache do not know why I afflicted coming rather Is that blood? Oh God no no i do not consider so. I just obtained a moderate nick with a knife when Mary was once placing the bandage on it is uh it’s not a stab wound definite, he’s satisfactory You appear like you have got been in the wars yourself mary.Ah it is handiest a sprain father. It is nothing. I’ll slip it in a bag of bloodless it is not damaged. Whether it is certain, what the hell. I am hoping your pal gets higher next time. Shut up you old bitch. They’re a beautiful couple don’t seem to be they John and Mary? They’re all proper. How much longer are they gonna be in there? On Ted we hardly ever even understand while you think about it does he have so much of a family yes mom and dad are alive and he has a brother. I feel a physician in the united states general practitioner wow huh, you would not consider that will you but that’d simply be rather usual? You already know the favorite son would become a health practitioner and then the idiot brother would be sent off to the priesthood your brother’s a general practitioner is not he sure Ha doctor.How’s the sufferer? He’s putting in there. It can be often shock. Nice. Well, that is no longer serious good, it’s relatively severe a bolt of lightning can do quite a few damage. Can it? Yes, his reactions are very terrible on the moment he is continuously been like that very negative reactions. That’s typical for him. Absolutely he is no longer reacting at all to any stimulus once more i would not fear about it. That is allways been seem father. I am a doctor and i do know that it is no longer natural to fail to react to stimulus i’m definite it is look look appear at this See it’s a factor with clergymen we have our minds on extra religious concerns, so i wouldn’t fear about it good, no, I consider i’ll fear about it. Oh oh God, k? Do we see him, i’d like to claim a prayer. Sure, all correct father this way As you will find we still haven’t been equipped to put off the golf membership Why is not he in bed? It is difficult to get him right into a at ease function when he’s in that stance however you are proper. He is been on his feet lengthy adequate. Appears like a trophy He does slightly. I’m sorry.I best just heard oh Paul Come on, Mrs.. Stone. We’ve got obtained to get him into bed father could you You need to be father Crilly. Yes i’m. Oh God bless you father. God bless you Father this is my husband Ermet. Oh, God father. It is horrible father it can be horrible God forgive me for making use of the Lord’s title in useless but Jesus Christ how horrible that is this father it’s it’s terrible horrible I tell ye i couldn’t have said it higher meself terrible is the phrase father horrible I inform you father horrible is just too small a word our God Jesus too small a word while you appear at what you are doing to your mom you lazy little bastard. You are useless Father, i’m sorry him brought about you all this drawback God forgive me for pronouncing this however should not have been better if he’d been killed received us all upset Jesus father what you ought to believe of him and us for bringing him into the world My God i’m going out for a drink father would you become a member of me? I’ll keep right here for the moment.K. So long right and that is Mommy hey i do know what you are as much as God you already know father, Paul thinks the sector of you. Oh certainly he does he certainly not stops talking about you father Ted says this father Ted says that He worships you father He comes again from Craggy Island and he is counting the days, so he can go back once more actually seem He has a chart and he crosses off the days as they pass by means of and correct all the way down to the bottom of the chart father image of yourself oh, God. I took his artwork as well father. He did this one for you God, what is it? It’s his coronary heart? Do whatever! Oh? Dougal, Dougal Dougal! Mr.. Stone, might you come with me? I need you to fill out some forms. Is he going to be all proper? We’re doing all we are able to however he is really ill. Just hope for the fine All correct health care provider. Come on Mommy The historic lady she is aware of she is aware of it’s all my fault How would she understand that? They have ways, ancient ladies are in the direction of God than we will ever be They get to that age they usually don’t want the operation anymore.They’ve acquired the direct line She is aware of all correct and who would blame her for being irritated with me. It’s all my fault. Why did I do it ,oh? Carry him again. I in no way ment you to take him away. There was once no need for the lightning you already know I did not mean that that was once simply foolish Please God deliver him back. I swear We guard him.He can keep so long as he wishes Ah no Ted. Shut up Dougal! Please I swear i will shield him for the rest of my days, please just do this one factor Ah come on, please I swear Paul you are back. Oh Lord it’s a miracle. Health care provider! Paul? Am i able to get you something at all? No, i’m first-class .

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"Entertaining Father Stone" | Father Ted | Series 1 Episode 2 | Dead Parrot

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"Entertaining Father Stone" | Father Ted | Series 1 Episode 2 | Dead Parrot

Ted, when you had three desires, what wouldn’t it be? Three desires, God I do not know rather. What, I suppose the primary one can be … World Peace and then perhaps an end to hunger and … Extra money for hospitals and that style of thing reasonable sufficient Ted. And your self Dougal, what would your three desires be? Oh, I do not know i’m happy sufficient particularly rather you wouldn’t want anything in any respect? No, i don’t feel so can’t suppose of something anyway You would not say you wanted a big vehicle to drive around in? That’d be top notch using around in a massive automobile. That’d be one yeah, how amazing? And what would be your second wish? Oh, no, that’ll be high-quality. No the auto will probably be satisfactory you would wish to be a rock star or something like Elvis? God yeah, oh, i would like to be a rock celebrity like an Elvis or some thing. Oh, that’d be exceptional so Your 0.33 wish in the event you had one? Oh, no, no that’ll be satisfactory.Tremendous automobile, and i was Elvis. That’d be grand would not you adore say umm… This cup Oh, God yeah i’d love that cup. If I had that cup and i was Elvis and i was once in a enormous automobile , that’d be wonderful you will have under no circumstances had so much of an creativeness. Have you ever Dougal? No you are proper there Ted Are you definite you will not have some tea Paul? No, i am quality right Would you love me to activate the tv? No, thanks. I’m satisfactory proper have you ever seen father Shorton at all just lately? No I was considering, what would he be, would he be eighty now? Believe so oh Dougal. You desired to have a phrase , is not going to be a moment see you in a minute father What’s up with you Ted? Who’s that? I had to get out of there who is it Ted? Now Dougal…Do not overreact fair ample correct it can be father Stone Dougal stand up Oh Ted no, not him it is him allright. God almighty. I know Why did not you tell him not to come Ted. You said… You promised after the last time? I tried but it’s like looking to talk to a wall with a mustache. Oh my God I hate it these awful protracted silences Why failed to you lie to him? Huh? I did I instructed him high-quality large significant lies with feckin bells hanging off them are you aware what it can be like? It can be like looking to ask the holy mom to stop showing to schoolyards right Dougal you may have acquired to preserve me company.No, no back again, hah Sorry Paul. You recall Dugal? Ah yes Of direction you do. Definite you have to’ve been coming here for… How a long time is it now? Few anyway SIX six years each summer. So what time you’re going again the next day to come? I would stay What? Said, I could stay How long? Well, I do not know. Few weeks, maybe Few weeks? Sorry about that Ted. Fell over Tea fathers. Anyone for a excellent cup…? Oh, no, it is father Stone Do you not must get again to your parish? No, now not for a while anyway. Ha ha ha right, it is it’s just that there is a predicament in that umm Dougal and that i were thinking of doing whatever … What used to be it we were thinking of doing Dougal? The object there? Yes? Sure, what used to be the item we had been going to do together um sure? Yeah? What was once it and thing and big factor it was and holidays going on holidays that is excellent.I’ll intellect the location wait wait . It wasn’t that we had been happening vacations in any respect. It was anything else We were going to do this method no one can keep in the apartment What used to be it? We we we were going to… Have the art work rehung? Oh remarkable super reminiscence there? Have you ever noticed they’re all crockett. I imply what sort of an angle is that? Mad attitude ha ha so you can not keep here. It’s too damaging see could not be right here when people are moving art work all around the location So where will you go? Motel more commonly that’s best. I will go together with you Sorry Paul. I simply have something to say to Dougal God believe Dougal feel all right. I’ll do the pondering Ted Jack. God if he sees him christ almighty.I will must ruin it to him gently seem you are taking Paul out and i’ll go… You’re now not leaving me by myself with him Ted Dougal oh, no Ted. No sorry about that I simply are not able to now there is no method, so good. Are you going to tell Jack? I’m going to get me coat Paul? Dougal goes for a walk would you like to join him? No, i am satisfactory. Are you definite you won’t go, it’s lovely? No, thanks. No. I am high-quality. Good. It is simply that Dougal needs to show you some thing it can be very main Is it? Yes very very main this might be the most important factor you’ll be able to ever see Eh? Yes right. So you can go so? No i am first-class. Thanks i’ll see it once more sometime. Let’s be sincere. It can be not that Dougal wishes to show you some thing.It’s that there is a fireplace in the apartment, and also you have got to leave hearth? I didn’t want to get you right into a panic cuz it’s handiest a small hearth however nevertheless it would unfold and when you died in it i would by no means forgive myself so for those who’d simply go together with Dougal, i’ll battle the blaze right so you’re going? Yeah, there may be a fireplace great do not fear about me. A drop of water will do the trick So have you noticeable father Shorton nowadays? No Oh, yeah, I believe he have got to be about eighty now? I suppose so Father father are you awake? Father Father we’ve got a visitor So how’s the whole lot then? Very well Feck off ??? Cheerio Jack long gone to bed then Ted. Yes. He was once just a little worn out right good, I feel my bathtub will likely be equipped with the aid of now can i aid you Paul? No i am pleasant i’m um Having a bath it can be just I need to go to the bathroom proper, go ahead time for mattress it is most effective 1/2 seven? Sure, but I have got to be up at 11:00 in the morning Dougal, you higher get some relaxation too I are not able to take way more of this Ted.I do know i know Six years, you’d feel that by way of now he’d have received the message Do you remember that time Ted after we knew he was coming and we pretended to be in rome? Huh? God yeah, that was effective any person else would go reasonable ample and just not turn up five days within the attic No food no water rats all over the place If only we notion of it this year How did you meet him in the first place? He was once presented to me by father Jim Dugan. We had been at a convention Dugan came up and said this is father Stone and ran out of the building just ran straight out of the building So we started talking yeah? Well, I began talking you understand how he is and just to break the silence I invited him to remain you recognize just for whatever to assert. Tomorrow, tomorrow he arrived on the island Oh God when you don’t ought to say anything really simply sits there.I imply, what does he get out of it? I’m hoping he’s long gone before your birthday social gathering anyway. Oh, he would be lengthy long past by then. What is it three weeks away? Good God look on the time. I would better be going Ted. Oh, any individual want a elevate? Dougal Fecking Please God, please, please eliminate him. I don’t care the way you do it. Just please eliminate him Do you need cash? Whatever you wish to have. Identify any cost? We must go house Ted. Consider about it Dougal. Think about sitting in the living room. Oh, yeah, I believe it is clearing up now anyway the whole lot’s blowing over there Ted certainly not intellect. Simply have a go Golf ye? Yeah, loopy golf ball. Not precisely the u.S. Masters Will you have got a go father? Oh. No Are you certain, it’s very enjoyable? Oh yeah Ted extremely good. You may have a go Go on, it is even easier, now that the windmill isn’t on the best way There you go. What’s the worst factor can happen? Oh, God Dougal it’s all my fault do not be silly Ted. So what did you do, pray for him to be hit by way of lightning? No, of path now not I I requested him to intervene by hook or by crook, but it is a bit so much.What are you thinking of? Who would’ve thought that being hit via lightning would land you in a clinic What what are you speaking about of path it will possibly land you in a health center. Well. It is no longer more commonly that serious is it Ted I imply, I was once hit by means of lightning a few times. I never had to go to hospital yes, Dougal, but you are distinct from most humans. All that occurred to you as balloons stored sticking to you God, I hate hospitals Ever realize it can be as a rule unwell people who come to be in hospitals? Yeah, they all come here Ted. Of path you’re a goner at the minute you stroll in via the door you realize i would pick to take my possibilities in the true world Ted. You understand regardless of how unwell I used to be i would on no account go below the hammer below the knife Dougal beneath the Hammers auctioneering.All right. Yeah do not forget that movie Ted the place your man has his head transplanted onto a fly and the fly’s head is transplanted onto the person Oh, sure what used to be that known as? Out of Africa? I consider anyway your man has the top of the fly and he’s chasing his spouse in all places the situation and he or she you know she’s seeking to conceal the Jam and everything so he won’t get… Discontinue adequate ample. I must discontinue you there Dougal. Sure, Ted. No rationale. I simply ought to stop you modern day emergency. What is it in these days physician? We have no idea I consider it’s a blend of Babycham and Harvick more commonly all that was left after the party Father Stone’s been in there a long time hasn’t he? Think he is lifeless? Typically doing assessments. What sort of assessments general abilities? No won’t get a lot out of him in that . No no scientific assessments So how would he find out about that Ted? There he goes. He can move when he wishes to You silly bastard you might have particularly achieved it this time.You began it you slag. Subsequent time i’ll finish the job I… Fathers John hey, Mary well, uh, what are you doing here father? Um a buddy of ours had somewhat of an accident? Oh dear. What happened to you, that looks nasty? Ah definite. It is nothing father. It can be just a headache do not know why I afflicted coming rather Is that blood? Oh God no no i do not consider so. I just obtained a moderate nick with a knife when Mary was once placing the bandage on it is uh it’s not a stab wound definite, he’s satisfactory You appear like you have got been in the wars yourself mary.Ah it is handiest a sprain father. It is nothing. I’ll slip it in a bag of bloodless it is not damaged. Whether it is certain, what the hell. I am hoping your pal gets higher next time. Shut up you old bitch. They’re a beautiful couple don’t seem to be they John and Mary? They’re all proper. How much longer are they gonna be in there? On Ted we hardly ever even understand while you think about it does he have so much of a family yes mom and dad are alive and he has a brother. I feel a physician in the united states general practitioner wow huh, you would not consider that will you but that’d simply be rather usual? You already know the favorite son would become a health practitioner and then the idiot brother would be sent off to the priesthood your brother’s a general practitioner is not he sure Ha doctor.How’s the sufferer? He’s putting in there. It can be often shock. Nice. Well, that is no longer serious good, it’s relatively severe a bolt of lightning can do quite a few damage. Can it? Yes, his reactions are very terrible on the moment he is continuously been like that very negative reactions. That’s typical for him. Absolutely he is no longer reacting at all to any stimulus once more i would not fear about it. That is allways been seem father. I am a doctor and i do know that it is no longer natural to fail to react to stimulus i’m definite it is look look appear at this See it’s a factor with clergymen we have our minds on extra religious concerns, so i wouldn’t fear about it good, no, I consider i’ll fear about it. Oh oh God, k? Do we see him, i’d like to claim a prayer. Sure, all correct father this way As you will find we still haven’t been equipped to put off the golf membership Why is not he in bed? It is difficult to get him right into a at ease function when he’s in that stance however you are proper. He is been on his feet lengthy adequate. Appears like a trophy He does slightly. I’m sorry.I best just heard oh Paul Come on, Mrs.. Stone. We’ve got obtained to get him into bed father could you You need to be father Crilly. Yes i’m. Oh God bless you father. God bless you Father this is my husband Ermet. Oh, God father. It is horrible father it can be horrible God forgive me for making use of the Lord’s title in useless but Jesus Christ how horrible that is this father it’s it’s terrible horrible I tell ye i couldn’t have said it higher meself terrible is the phrase father horrible I inform you father horrible is just too small a word our God Jesus too small a word while you appear at what you are doing to your mom you lazy little bastard. You are useless Father, i’m sorry him brought about you all this drawback God forgive me for pronouncing this however should not have been better if he’d been killed received us all upset Jesus father what you ought to believe of him and us for bringing him into the world My God i’m going out for a drink father would you become a member of me? I’ll keep right here for the moment.K. So long right and that is Mommy hey i do know what you are as much as God you already know father, Paul thinks the sector of you. Oh certainly he does he certainly not stops talking about you father Ted says this father Ted says that He worships you father He comes again from Craggy Island and he is counting the days, so he can go back once more actually seem He has a chart and he crosses off the days as they pass by means of and correct all the way down to the bottom of the chart father image of yourself oh, God. I took his artwork as well father. He did this one for you God, what is it? It’s his coronary heart? Do whatever! Oh? Dougal, Dougal Dougal! Mr.. Stone, might you come with me? I need you to fill out some forms. Is he going to be all proper? We’re doing all we are able to however he is really ill. Just hope for the fine All correct health care provider. Come on Mommy The historic lady she is aware of she is aware of it’s all my fault How would she understand that? They have ways, ancient ladies are in the direction of God than we will ever be They get to that age they usually don’t want the operation anymore.They’ve acquired the direct line She is aware of all correct and who would blame her for being irritated with me. It’s all my fault. Why did I do it ,oh? Carry him again. I in no way ment you to take him away. There was once no need for the lightning you already know I did not mean that that was once simply foolish Please God deliver him back. I swear We guard him.He can keep so long as he wishes Ah no Ted. Shut up Dougal! Please I swear i will shield him for the rest of my days, please just do this one factor Ah come on, please I swear Paul you are back. Oh Lord it’s a miracle. Health care provider! Paul? Am i able to get you something at all? No, i’m first-class .

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Logan Paul VS KSI, Wenchcakes, and the state of the Nephilim…

I talk a lot of shit for someone that’s only around 5’0”, 100lbs. Most of said shit talking was done during the Logan Paul VS KSI fight a few days ago, and the rest of it was when my big brother, his current wench, and Anne tried to pull me away from my computer to celebrate my birthday on the 23rd. Now don’t get me wrong, I love birthdays, but I love writing even more, and… well… let’s just say it wasn’t pretty.

And then there was the whole Logan Paul VS KSI fight. I was crunk yo, especially towards the first few rounds before Logan started tiring out. I was jumping up and down, yelling, kicking my shoes off and towards the end, I even threw the shirt I was wearing across the room. I completely forgot that I had a room full of people there (including my big brother, who was so into whatever he was doing on his tablet that he didn’t even notice 😳) but I didn’t care. I was wearing a sports bra, after all.

I still have a hard time digesting the fight coming out to be a draw. I was totally going for Logan (I honestly couldn’t care less for the rest of the fights), and while I admit he started tiring out towards the last half, KSI got in some illegal shots that should have been deducted from the scoring. I was not a happy camper.

Anyway.

Other than my birthday and the fight, the only thing that has been consuming my life as of late is Nephilim. I’ve written thousands upon thousands of words on Erotic Urban Legends: Broken Wings (A Nephilim Story) and Nephilim: Prisoner, as well as outlining the next Nephilim book after Prisoner, Slaughter. In fact, Broken Wings takes place in the middle of Slaughter, and details how a major character came to be in the story. When I first started writing it I only intended it to be a short 2,500-word story – currently, it sits at 10,971. And I still have a little more content to add. I even upped my daily writing time to at least seven hours a day just so I can get all this done in a timely manner.

Because once the Nephilim series is finished, it’s on to my next Killer Lolis book, which I’ve also already started drafting out.

I really, truly love being a writer. 🤗

Of course, that seven hours a day also includes the time I’ve spent writing things like Lesbian Cheerleader Zombie Ninjas from Venus and books under pen names, which I’ve done so I can take a brief break from the Nephilim universe, but most of that time is spent writing Nephilim related stories. Yes, I’m a hyper-focused extremist, but I love what I do. I’m not forcing myself to write this much – I’m simply giving in to my creative desires.

That being said, I do tend to supernova, meaning that I go through huge creative bursts and spill out a ton of verbiage, then kind of burn out for a few days while my creative energy replenishes. I know this will happen soon, but until it does, I’m going to enjoy this for as long as I can and get as much done as possible.

I’m also in the process of streamlining my newsletter (it got a little bit too busy) and working on other side projects, so maybe I do need to take a bit of a break. Anne keeps harassing me to play World of Final Fantasy with her (which she is completely dominating – she’s even passed me in it 😭) and I have a little, but nowhere near as much as she would like. And I need to keep her happy, otherwise she’ll start sabotaging my breakfasts (and she makes the best peanut butter wenchcakes* ever, so I can’t allow that to happen).

She actually wanted to talk to you guys a bit, so here’s her part of the entry:

“Me and Alexa waiting for Mom to come over to pick up her birthday present from us. Then we took a nap I am waiting for Alexa to awake. Yesterday I made the best taco last night. She loves my cooking. We been playing mess out world of  fantasy. I love these game. My mom she likes her watch we got her. Alexa show her how to use it. I think about going to get beer for us tonight. And play our game tonight. How is everything going with y’all?”

And there you have it.

A quick note before I go: I both love and appreciate you people; you could be doing anything right now, but you chose to read these words.

I appreciate that.

Thank you.

For reals.

💖

* Wenchcakes: Normies will probably call them pancakes, but since Anne uses microwaveable premade pancakes and she’s my wench, they’re wenchcakes. Makes sense, right? 😊

“You know, music is sex. It’s a sensual driving mode that affects people if it’s played a certain way.”

– Dick Dale