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What kind of boundaries do you see?. Function/Purpose Keeping People IN Keeping People OUT Mark limits of jurisdiction – symbol of SOVEREIGNTY Promotes. - ppt download: The partition of India left both India and Pakistan devastated. The process of partition had claimed many lives in the riots. Why was India partitioned this way by the British?

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 The Mac Innes-Reese family, the staff of the Glamorgan Estates, the employees of the Reese Foundation and Reese Industries are deeply saddened by the loss of our Queen.  Yehi zichra Baruch (May her memory be for a blessing).  Our hearts go out to her family and our Commonwealth.  Her love and care for our family can never be repaid and she wouldn’t have taken payment anyway!  Good-bye old friend – how will we do this without you?

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July 8, 2022

RE: the Prime Minister’s resignation

Boris Johnson has been a blight on British politics since he assumed office.  His leadership of the Tory Party has been chaotic and his energies have been misdirected.  He has allowed nearly 200,000 of his people to die of COVID while he lifted glasses and laughed during unauthorized gatherings.  The Conservative Party has done quite well over the last decade however he cannot take the credit just as he cannot take the credit for many of the good the party has done since taking power. 

I am sad that it all came to this – someone losing an important seat of government.  It is also problematic as he leaves the next prime minister with a mess.  Although the state of the economy is not wholly his fault, I am stunned by the number of opportunities to ease the pain of the average British citizen that were squandered because of someone’s arrogance. 

As always, my family continues to support the Tory Party and we will do all we can to ensure the next prime minister is focused on the Commonwealth and not his or her prestige.

Last Chapter of Felix Tempts Jack Harkness

 Part VII

You never wanted me to get too close

We love and hate the ones we need the most

I tried to find a way to you

One thing I could say to you.

Whatever's written in your heart, that's all that matters

You'll find a way to say it all someday (yeah)

Whatever's written in your heart, that's all that matters

Yeah, night and day, night and day.

 

-          Whatever’s in Your Heart, as sung by Gerry Rafferty

 

“Lube?” asked Jack.

Ianto pointed to a drawer inside a nearby side table.  Jack opened it and grinned.  He looked at the items inside - BDSM equipment, lubricants, and ass toys.  The number and assortment were stunning.  “Wow, Ianto Jones!  Usually, people keep these things in their bedroom.  Are you a secret exhibitionist?  Are you slowly killing the poor pensioner across the street, showing your cock like that . . .”  Jack stopped abruptly and stared at Ianto’s cock like a hungry virgin.  His eyes slowly moved up Ianto’s body, taking him in like a tourist at the Grand Canyon.  When he reached Ianto’s face, Jack’s eyes were all doughy, full of desire and promises.  They projected his true feelings about the younger man – feelings he had done an excellent job, up and to now, of hiding from himself.  Shit, he thought to himself, I don’t want to be in love again.  Not now!  But Jack knew it was too late, precisely two hours too late and this included the hour he spent convincing himself that this sex could be meaningless fun. “My Ianto Jones doesn’t do fun.”

“Huh?” asked Ianto, uncertain if what Jack said was an endearment or a judgement of his character.  “I most certainly enjoy fun.  It may be that my idea of fun is quieter than some others!”

Jack started to explain but decided on candour.  “I think your one of the most beautiful creatures I’ve ever wanted to sleep with.  And I want to sleep with you, Ianto Jones, badly.”

Ianto’s stomach tightened and he took in a sudden gasp of air.   His face got hot and his dick twitched.  “Thank you?  I guess.”  He thought for a moment then continued, “I’m not used to those kinds of compliments.”

It is usually at this point where most couples would have exchanged “I love yous” or pet names.  But a sadness covered this relationship from the beginning and both of them knew it.  Finally, Jack was, for once, the bigger man.  He didn’t have the strength but maybe the young man did.  “Stay away, Ianto Jones, stay far away.  I’ll only get you killed or worse.”  Despite saying that, Jack took the other man’s hand, squeezing the fingers.  Opera directors would have appreciated the stage blocking.

Ianto looked at Jack for a long moment then replied, “I know.  And you know that this is inevitable.”  He kissed Jack’s palm then stood to walk back to the bedroom.  It took Ianto a minute to realized Jack wasn’t following.

“We could fight it!  I could get you a transfer to Torchwood India or Torchwood Tel Aviv.  You’d like Tel Aviv – lots and lots of filing, the Israelis just love organizing things.”

Ianto smiled at him.  “Jack.  There’s no point.”  He took a few steps to be close to that hyper-masculine scent.  He inhaled deeply, like taking a drag on a joint.  “If we’d live in a different world, if we weren’t Torchwood, would you question this attraction?”

“So, you admit being attracted to me?”

Ianto rolled his eyes.  “You already knew that otherwise, you wouldn’t have come to find me.”

Ianto's cock – as it was rolling side to side against the bottom of the trouser zipper – made that question seem silly.

It was Jack’s turn to blush.  He sighed heavily then replied, “You are right, of course.  It’s just I’ve lost so many, so many of the people I’ve loved are gone from me now.”

“I’d imagine that such is the downside of immortality.”  Ianto offered a reassuring smile as he walked back to stand face to face with this mysterious human.  “Jack, let’s just enjoy the time we have.”  Ianto let his lips graze Jack’s right cheek, a light touch that made both men shiver.  “I would rather have just one year with you, really with you, than I would want to live 75 years without you,” Ianto whispered in Jack’s ear, his tone lusting and inviting.

It was Jack’s turn to blush.  Gently swinging Ianto’s hand in his felt . . . nice.  He imagined their life together.  After a long week hunting aliens, they would retire to their small flat where Ianto would cook fabulous meals and serve him shots of hypervodka then fuck like crunch bunnies between bouts of binge-watching tellie.  All they needed was a balcony herb garden.  “You’re not going to take ‘no’ for an answer, are you?”

Ianto kissed his cheek again but then hugged Jack.  “You deserve love and kindness too Jack, no matter what you say,” he stated like an affirmation meme.  “You deserve to be loved and I guess . . . I guess I will be the one to bring love to your life . . . for now.”

“Fuck,” said Jack, “I’ve done bad things, Ianto, unforgivable things.”  Jack couldn’t help but put his arms around his man – his mouth said no but his body went its own way.

Ianto tugged back and looked at Jack with bewilderment.  “Another problem of immortality, I’d say.  You just have more time to get into trouble than we mere humans do!”  He shook his head.  “Right, now listen.  I’m horny as all hell.  If you want a good shag, you’ll come to this bedroom and show me how to please a man.  If not, I’m going back out!”

Jack walked directly to the to the bedroom.  “I thought we were doing it in the living room.”

“Spotify, give me playlist #12.”  Joshua Bell’s violin recreating Shubert’s Serenade in D minor was the first piece.  The intense, cerebral melody helped him relax and be in the moment.  Ianto lay supine in the middle of his bed, patted the left side, inviting Jack to lay next to him.  Jack did as he was commanded, lying on his side.  Ianto came close to him.  He touched Jack’s shoulder with his two middle fingers, making circles down the man’s arm.  Ianto enjoyed the goose-pimples his touch left behind and the sharp intake of breath when his hand found a sensitive spot.  “Where do I start?”

Jack kissed him deeply, quickly moving his tongue around Ianto’s.  When they pressed the tongues together, both their dicks stretched like the tentacles of some of their aliens.  Soon they were rubbing their bodies against one another as if somehow, they could get closer.   Two lonely men opened their hearts to one another and this made the souls smile.  Their bodies vibrated with each contact. When Ianto’s chest hairs brushed against Jack’s nipples, he got a loud groan.  “Jesus, man!  If you keep doing that I won’t last!”  Jack caught his breath then continued.  “Just like every woman is different, every man is different.”

Ianto thought for a moment to recall which movements or touches got the more intense reaction.  “Still, give me a starting point?”  Ianto was embarrassed by his relative sexual inexperience – Owen would use it to bully him. 

Jack offered a sidelong grin, “You were already doing it.”  He put his lips over Ianto’s and looked deep into the other man’s eyes then whispered, “I love to kiss, wet and wild.  I love touching and being touched.”  He lightly bit Ianto’s earlobe.  “And I love to play.  And hear you moan, hear you scream my name, Ianto Jones.  I can’t wait to hear you scream.”  He said this while tugging lightly on Ianto’s dick which was stuck between their lower bellies.  Jack watched Ianto’s eyes roll back, his mouth dropping slightly which made Jack imagined his cock’s head surrounded by those lips.  He pushed Ianto onto her back to make things easier.  Then he sat up, Ianto’s stick still in his hand, and declared, “However, you are somewhat right – blowjobs are different between the human sexes.  Now, the Jussenians were quite the challenge with their two pusses and one very large dick.  It was explained to me that this allowed the individual the possibility of multiple types of orgasms.  It is considered in poor taste on that planet to walk away from a sexual encounter with having your partner come at least four times.”

Ianto gave Jack a grimace.  “Have you ever been diagnosed with ADHD?”

“What?”

“Never mind,” said the eager man, “right, either we can continue talking about your various intergalactic sexual adventures or you can suck my dick and I can offer up a few of those moans you said you like.” 

Jack shook his head briskly, feigning the exasperation of a drag queen with a make-up malfunction.  “You can’t rush perfection.”  He had to slow things down.  A heavy silence fell over them.  This moment was the straw, the line in the sand.  Unless they both got up, dressed, what happed here would change everything – everything would be different. They looked at one another dumbfounded, Jack still holding Ianto’s frustrated prick.

Are we fucking nuts or something?

Jack’s solution was to figure it out later and, meanwhile, submerge Ianto’s cock in his mouth like a sub diving down.  Ianto’s solution was to let him, to fall into a contented body buzz that grew or rested as Jack’s tongue rolled against the sensitive vein along Ianto’s length.  Ianto knew he was fooling himself – Jack was right.  He would get Ianto killed then go on . . . live on without me.  Would he even miss me?  A psychotic panic started rushing through Ianto, another potential buzz kill.  “You won’t leave me, will?  Not while you’re alive, right, you were always loyal to your partners in the past, right?”  Ianto’s voice was frantic and fearful.

Jack lifted his head to note the needy, hungry look in his young man’s eyes.  Puppies have nothing on Ianto!  Jack stretched out and pulled him in an embrace.  But Ianto quailed.  “Don’t trust me, eh?  Don’t blame you on that, with my intergalactic reputation and all.”

Ianto decided to lay it all out as if he had nothing to lose. “If I know I have all of you, dying is insignificant somehow,” he said, everything coming out in a rush.

Jack looked deeply into those trusting eyes, full of hope and anxious tears.  “I can give you what I can,” he said after another moment of silence.  “I wouldn’t give you it all, no, never!  Those things will be too hard, too much evil – much of it I don’t even understand.”  Jack sighed, “Just know, I will give you as much as I can – you can trust that.”  A single tear fell down his face.  “My G-d, those eyes will always get me.” 

Ianto felt the sadness exposed by Jack’s words.  Ianto found himself drawn in deeper, awash in a desire to help – to love away all that melancholy.  He lifted Jack’s chin and began kissing him, chastise first.  But, soon it rose again to the level of desperation and lust from before.  And Jack hadn’t lied, he loved to kiss and was very good at it.  His tongue rubbing against Ianto’s was intoxicating and their movements more urgent.

Kissing, touching, and grabbing one another like two desperate men at an oasis.  They couldn’t get enough of each other, both finding new areas to adventure, both making mental notes about where and how to tantalize the other.  As if by divine intervention, the gospel hymn turned pop song, Bridge Over Troubled Waters as done by Simon and Garfunkel, came across the room’s speakers.  Its rising chorus seemed to infuse their movements with dynamic sparks like a marijuana gummy on an empty stomach.  And there on Ianto’s bed, rubbing their bodies together, both came, one after the other, with sweaty exertions.  When their breathing settled, they pull apart a bit to find themselves stuck together by their now dried jizz.

Jack laughed lightly but Ianto was immediately concerned.  “Sorry, I should have held back.  Does that . . . what we did . . . does that count?”  Ianto blushed at his ignorance.

“Did it feel good to you?”

Ianto didn’t hesitate.  “Yes!  Yes, of course.”  He kissed Jack’s nose then thought again.  “But there’s more, right?  More things we can do?”

“Did you have anything specific in mind?”

“Right,” Ianto pushed out of his mouth, “I want to bend you over my dining room table with your hands bound then fuck your ass until you beg me to stop!”

Wow, he must of made it past PornHub’s cover page, thought Jack.  “Okay, I’d enjoy that actually but let’s pace ourselves, okay?”

“Yes, right!”  Ianto thought for a moment then asked, “Should I put the kettle on?”

“Makes’ sense.”

Ianto joyfully popped up and got off the bed.  Feeling the cold in the room, he put on the robe hanging on his bathroom hook.  “I’ll be right back.”  He felt content and giddy at the same time.  He felt something else as well – powerful.  His dreams about Jack weren’t always as virginal as their last session.  Ianto hadn’t given Jack a complete answer to that question, as he left out the securely applied ball gag and a white ass covered in red handprints.

Jack sat up and leaned against the headboard, closing his eyes.

He didn’t see or hear Felix come in.

Jack was allowing himself to dream of white picket fences surrounding a small country estate, a United Nations of colours represented by children running playing and laughing.  Jack reassures a five-year-old girl that her boo-boo “would stop hurting as soon as her daddy kissed it”.  As he put a parental smooch on the wounded knee, Ianto came out the door with lemonade and cookies.  And as Ianto called out to the children and everyone gathered at the picnic table, a bomb dropped on the house.  It blew up, turning everything into small, unrecognizable pieces.  When the incinerating fire finally died down the only thing left whole was a naked, reformatted Jack Harkness.

Felix’s snarl greeted Jack as he arose from his nightmare.  Felix stood next to the bed, daring him to move slightly in one way, enough of a reason to justify killing the pseudo-human.  He was undaunted, however.  Jack leaned toward the creature and snarled back.  “Why do you hate me so much, cat?”

“He loves you, . . . very deeply actually.”

“I know, and I said I would care for him.”  Jack shook his head then continued, “Why does he love me so much anyway?  I gave him a chance to back out.  He should of taken it!”

“Yes Harkness, it’s all his fault you’ll lead him down the primrose path to destruction.”  Felix sighed heavily, tired of fighting with this man.  “It isn’t his fault after all.”

“I’m irresistible!”

“Arrogance and irresistible are two different things,” sighed Felix.  “Ianto’s feelings have a biological basis, so to speak.”  Felix jumped on the bed and sat facing Jack.  “Many mammals and birds around the universe are programmed to seek their soulmate, to turn a phrase.  Their soulmate is the one whose pheromone pattern matches theirs.  When mates find one other, it is as if to find the other part of yourself, you just click, like a child’s building toy.  Once found, the two would be bonded for life.  The need to find this completeness explains why youthful offspring, particularly the males – who do poorly on their own – become so energetic during adolescence.”

“Is that their excuse now?”

“Frankly yes.  This society has tried all kinds of ways to tame them by repressing their female population, keeping them from full exploration and expression of their sexuality.  The fear is that men won’t be able to handle it and their aggressive tendencies will rage out of control.  Things like the hijab help keep women safe.”

“Now that is the most sexist shit I’ve ever heard,” Jack hurled at the feline.

“Maybe so but it is the truth of the matter.  Because you see, only a few of species, like the humans of Earth, can choose someone who is not their soulmate, some people either don’t look and settle or join with someone based on other factors such as safety or loyalty to one’s family.  In other words, humans can choose marriage outside of their hormonal tribe, so to speak.  The couple, through their children, create a new combination of pheromones that help maintains the right enough of  diversifies in the genetic pool.”

“I guess I’m lucky then.”

Felix hissed at Jack and her ears were pulled back.  “I tried hooking Ianto up with numerous women and more than a few men,” the feline snarled, “but he is your natural mate and for as long as you are around, he can’t help his feelings.”

“You’re saying his pull toward me is related to smell I can’t control?”

“No, I’m saying he is your soulmate.  You know this.  Your people used the original research as part of their attempts at population control.  Idiots ended up with monsters that destroyed the planet”

Jack bristled at the reminder of home.  He was irritated by the painful reminder.  “I’m getting tired of your threats animal!”

“Let me remind you one more time, a bit more forcefully, of my pledge for it seems you didn’t quite understand the gravity of the statements.”  The creature seemed to grow as he stood up and made a few heavy steps toward Jack.”  Felix spit, “That man saved my life and I will be eternally grateful.  You will care for him, look after him, love him . . . you will do this . . . “

“Until I don’t.”

 “That can’t be helped.  It is your fate,” Felix said dismissively.

“Yes, I know.” 

The two of them sat staring far away, the heaviness of inevitability hanging like icing on a cake, until Ianto returned carrying a tray.  “Right, that’s nice!  I’m glad you two are becoming friends!”  They both smiled at Ianto as he served Jack and gave Felix half a biscuit.  He petted his friend as the creature started crunching on the snack.  “Normally I don’t let him jump on the bed, particularly when eating but this feels somewhat special, don’t you think?”

Jack smiled weakly, reached up and pulled Ianto down toward his waiting lips.  “You’ll always be mine, my Ianto Jones.”  He kissed the young man for so long and with such ardour that round three of their lovemaking soon commenced and their tea grew cold at the bedside.

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Epilogue – after Ianto’s funeral

“What will you do now?” Felix asked Jack as the latter sat in a chair after guests had already left.

“Run, like I always do,” said Jack, his words slurred from days of drinking.  “You?”

“Ianto’s landlady has adopted me.  Her granddaughter lives with her.  They are sweet and felt sorry for me when Gwen and Reese came to clear the flat.  They don’t seem to notice or care about my unusual features.”  Felix watched Jack take another sorrowful pull from the bottle of hyper-vodka.  He felt for the man who missed his partner more than even Felix predicted.  “If there is anything I can do . . .”  It was the best he could offer.

“I thought we’d have more time . . . I wanted to show him so much, go off world with the Doctor.”  Jack’s voice drifted then he shook his head and stood.  He nearly fell over.

“Are you sure you’re supposed to be drinking that stuff?  I mean, in your condition?”

Jack rubbed his extended belly like any expected parent.

“It’s okay.  Baby will heal quickly, just like his daddy.”  He started to take another swig but belched instead, which left an unpleasant taste in the back of his throat.  “Maybe, on the other hand, you’re right.”  He tossed the bottle into a nearby garbage container, the alcohol coating the wall above the waste can.  He pulled his coat over his belly. “I’ve been pregnant and a single parent before.”  He grabbed an opened water bottle from a nearby table and drank some.  “I’d better say goodbye to Gwen and Reese.”

“Goodbye, Jack,” Felix said with some sadness.  Jack had been good to Ianto, as good as any immortal time traveller could.  And Ianto loved back and found the happiness he had thought was reserved for other men.  “You did good, Jack.  You should remember that.  It must be of some solace for you.”

Jack started again to leave but before he walked out the door, he tossed back, “If I’d done good, Ianto wouldn’t be dead now and this daughter I'm carrying would have a father.”  He saluted the feline, turned on his heel and left.

Felix sighed then made his way back to his new family.

 

 

Yep, what he said . . .

George Soros on China: Remarks Delivered at the Hoover Institution 

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First Chapter of Project Iceworm: a human marriage in three parts

 

From my biographer . . . .

Thank you fans of Deetz and Angus!  You've been waiting for so long for the second book and it is coming together, albeit slowly just like everything else in this pandemic!  My travels to home of the Glamorgan Progeny, Wales, UK, has been limited and interviewing these two on Zoom is not that easy - Angus is kind and a bit flirty while Deetz is the king of one word sentences.  But a flight in late March is looking quite likely as the variant numbers seem to be dropping.  Keep your fingers crossed.  I'd say I'd cross my legs too but that sounds constricting.  Meanwhile, I could use your help.  Here is a link to a draft of chapter one of Project Iceworm: a human marriage in three parts.  It is five years later and Deetz Mac Innes-Reese is about to graduate from rabbinical school.  Hubby Angus is anxious for them to start a family but Deetz has other ideas.  Meanwhile, Deetz's best friend, La Tonya "Toni" Hoffman has come for a visit and Miss Sassy needs a favor.  And, of course, the aliens never stop - this time something is killing members of an Inuit village in Greenland but do deities have such unusual teeth?  As always, there are government shennagins, passionate sex, and, of course, things are complicated - in the 21st century, what does marriage look like?  You know the boys will have unique answers, some of which will piss off the "woke" in Project Iceworm: a human marriage in three parts.