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It was a beautiful day and I was beginning a four day weekend. Sitting in my favorite chair with today's paper and an ice cold beer my peace was suddenly shattered by the sound of broken glass. Instantly I knew the cause, my neighbor's son Brian and one of his friends were playing catch when a throw got away. I went outside and to his credit Brian apologized and owned up to it. I felt a bit sorry for him, he lost his dad 3 years ago when he was only six and was being raised by his mom with no male influence.

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Paolo softly nibbles Alessio's earlobe while stroking his bare chest at the same time. His nimble fingers play with his nipples, now erect due to his soft touch; he pinches them, causing a shiver that becomes more intense when he feels the warm breath of his boyfriend on the back of his neck. He sighs contently, closing his eyes while his boyfriend covers his nape with kisses.

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Prologue The Right Hon Mrs Grace de Vere Cobblehaugh sighed deeply. Mrs Cobblehaugh (pronounced "cobbler") was not happy. Yet why should this be? The heiress to the vast de Vere estate had every right to be content with her lot. After all, she was a beautiful, intelligent woman with a handsome, dashing husband. It was a glorious summer day in 1895, and the lawn outside her holiday cottage stretched down to a pretty little river.

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