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Having suspected a spy following Krsto, our two lovers arrived and left the public park separately. Zsusanna was there to see Krsto more than the play. It was a very humorous play. One of the actors, Romero, plays a man with a bushy beard and stood there holding his hand in triumph as people laughed. Zsusanna realized she knew so few people in that area. She had only Krsto’s circle of friends: a man in in very stylish suede boots, a woman whose voice narrated the story; a woman whose only voice was the melodic tunes of her lyre, and a bewitching siren, Krsto’s cousin. Bewitched by her lover behind stage, she also did not know that she, indeed, was being watched, or that he had caught a glimpse of someone stirring on the sides. Igor wore common clothing to blend with the townspeople, with a hat tilted to a side, and a patch to cover an eye. He hadn’t shaven in over a week to play the part as well. Jealous of Zsusanna’s presence in Edour’s life had become a hinderance for Istven’s aspiring role in the Protestant Reform, and in the next generation’s attempt to rebuild a country free of foreign rule. More so, he was wary of this woman who appeared from an outer circle, who was as equally educated, if not, more so than himself. What was an extraordinary woman doing being wed to a man who had no interest in women? More so, why did Jankovic agree to this farce? “Ugggggg,” as twisted pain seeped through his blood, and the sound of breaking bones, Igor could feel the point of a dagger piercing into the hairs of his neck. “I suggest you take your traitor self back to the Hungarian shit that spawned you. Get off this peninsula, and never show your face again.” “I am free to…” “You are not free to do anything.” and the crunch of a twisted wrist sent him off as two burly men in dark capes took him into a carriage, riding away, as Zsusanna felt desire dripping beneath her skirts. Istven had the scent of Ocean air about him; clean and light. He sat eating nuts and apricots as lightening lit the sky and the rumble of thunder approached. In his presence I am a ship battling a storm, wandering aimlessly. Sex is not okay with Istven. He has confusion around relationships. “What happened to you,” Zhusanna asked as she spotted Igor curdled in a chair by the window, unable to hold a book or turn its pages with bandaged hand and fingers on both sides. It was all he could do but spit at her. Marija found the encouragement to break the silence. “He no doubt wondered where he shouldn’t.” “I trust my cousin played the searing siren to perfection?” “The Adriatic would be, indeed, pleased!” “As your grandfather, as well.” Igor mentions to Zsusanna who looked bewildered at him. “Any sea-faring pirate of Senj would defend such a treasure!” Zsusanna mocked back, “But you wouldn’t know of such lust, Igor.” A bit of tension was building in the room. Zsusanna was not oblivious of Marija’s eye for Istven. She would just happen to appear outside his door in Reijeka or at the piazza, always appropriately placed five feet behind brother Antun or conniving Igor. Antun had studied law at university with Igor and Istven, together, in Austria. Marija was a woman, devious and determined, to get what she wanted. What she wanted was entitlement and Istven was the source for this wanna-a-be. Her dear husband Zoran, an unlucky man once the vows of marriage bound them, sweet, giving, and oblivious to the Upper Hungarian dragons, claiming loss to the Frankopan fortunes when ….was slain with my uncle and grandfather. One of thousands of noble widows dispersed without claims depending on beguiling ways of sanctity. 1693 carriage scene 2 hrs 1693 krsto and who he is 1693 Zsuzana AND ISTVEN BEGIN AFFAIR 1693 MARI POISONS HUSBAND ZORON SAVROVIC, AGE 31, 1693 TRUTH REVEALED KRSTO

I was getting married and it was like a block party with a bunch of people I didn't know. A customers from my job was like my best friend. My dad's house was right across the street but he didn't come to my wedding to walk me down the aisle. So someone who was part of my wedding party, that I didn't know had to walk me down the aisle. When I got to my groom it was not my groom it was my cousin's husband who was filling in for my groom who couldn't be there. As I was at the alter a previous lover of mine was screaming down from a window at me asking if my groom was a good man. I stared around at my surroundings and started to cry and then ran away from my wedding.

Every year my girlfriend goes to a camp where she is a counsellor. I've heard things about the camp about sexual behaviour. I trust my girlfriend however, but I recently had a dream that she, and I were at that camp, and I walked into a room where she was in bed with another guy. She got out of bed like she didn't seem to care, and walked out into a room where there was a group of people and put on her clothes, and everyone looking at her of course. I'm standing right by her the whole time, and I tell her to come with me into a room where we could talk. I ask her what she was doing, sleeping with other people and showing herself off, and she was nothing but mean to me, saying things like, "I don't care, no body likes me if I'm not sleeping around and acting like this." And being mean to me like I've never seen. The dream was so vivid though, where it made me wake up crying. Anything you can tell me would be appreciated!

The long way home from home. It was too dark to see and I believe it was winter because of the cold biting air. If you have ever been cold you would know what I am talking about. I lived in a place of comfort, warmth, and with people who would care for me and not quit on me because of who I am in care of, now you have to know about the place I was. In my day this place is called a boarding school and it was my home while I was to be educated. I ran away from this place because of many reasons I had thought were very good and need to be back at home with my parents, grand-parents, or someone who was family to care for me. I remember being cold and hunger trying to get home butt, it was not happening for me at all. I could hear dogs on my tail and people getting closer butt, could not see very far. Too make a long story short I never made it home. I did end up going to boarding school anyway. Now it looks crazy and silly because I loved boarding school.

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