| Letters From Heroes, Heroines And Others... |
AlTonya Introduces Letters From.... A Hero, A Heroine.... These are 'first person' accounts from various characters in AlTonya's exclusive works. Treat yourself to an intimate look at the gods and goddesses of these sexy & scandalous stories. AlTonya will also present "Letter's From...The Elders...and The Villains" **To preserve a measure of mystery, some entries will not reveal the identity of the letter writer...** Love, AlTonya |
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| Letter From A Hero.... |
| Smoak Tesano To say ‘something’s wrong’ would be a laughable understatement if you know anything about the Ramseys or the Tesanos. These are histories entwined with so much drama and scandal that our lives read like the script of some nighttime soap. Now I’m digging deeper into the whole mess of our existence like a kid who just can’t stop picking at a scab. Must be the scientist in me. Everything has to have an origin. There’s a reason that fuels every action. Know the origin- the reason for existence- and the key to its defeat (or mystery) is at hand. At least, that’s how it works in a lab. Not so much with real live people, real live issues. When I say ‘something’s wrong’, it’s because I’m at a fucking loss, clueless on how to proceed for the first time in my life. This shit doesn’t happen to me. I always know what comes next, how to respond. Of course, it’s never been easy with her. Distance has helped to maintain my sanity for well over a decade. Now distance no longer applies. At this point, I can’t stay away from her even if I wanted to. Something's off with her. Something beyond her being upset with me because my people are housed on the top floor of her precious first tower. I’ve known she… wasn’t right since our last meeting. All night, I’d watched her sleeping and when she woke the next morning, I knew my concerns were valid. If my suspicions are proven, I have even more reason to fucking despise myself for letting my anger get the better of me. If my suspicions are founded, it means I damaged her in a way not easily seen. Am I putting the cart before the horse? Given what happened between she and Brogue… maybe what’s going on with her was set in motion long ago. I need to know what was going on with her the night she… slept with him. Unfortunately, there’s only one way to find that out. I’ll have to have a talk with my cousin. With our history, Brogue and I talking is tantamount to World War III especially if Sabra Ramsey is the topic. She’s never been a topic between us. We’ve never discussed her- never discussed the fact that he touched her. Had it not been for my brothers, I’d have killed him for that back then. And now? Have things changed? Sabra doesn’t think so. She thinks I despise her. That I don’t want her. That’s a damn lie. She’s all I want. But, as always, there are issues involving the family and other age old… crap. It’s an excuse, I know. Hell, there’s always some shit amiss among the Tesanos. Regardless of all else, I have to find a way to fix this or get as close to fixing it as possible. To do that will most definitely put me face to face with that ‘age old crap’ that’s fueled my hate for as long as I can remember. |
