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			<title><![CDATA[ Calling on Angels: Chapter 4 ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <font size="2">Ah, not a happy fic, at all. There is a sick, and I mean, very sick child in this. But I am going to try and write it as true to life as I can. This is AU, at least in the sense that after the babyswap D&amp;E had a ONS. Erica had a son. Other then that, all events of PV are the same. <br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chapter 1</span><br><br>“There you are,” Opal started, catching sight of Erica. <br><br>Erica nodded deftly, despite the fact that she refused to look at her friend. She was sitting in the pediatric ICU waiting room, waiting for her son to finish his treatment so that she could be with him. They didn’t let her stay with him anymore, and so she’d sit and wait until the second she could be with him again. <br><br>“I was wondering where you’d disappeared too,” Opal commented as she walked toward her friend, “Jack and the rest of the family are looking for ya.” <br><br>She nodded again, flicking her glance to Opal as she took a seat next to her. “I... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Learning to Breathe: Chapter 5 ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <font size="2">This is definitely AU D&amp;E. It's something different that I want to try. It's not a happy fic, at least for the first few chapters. The entire back story will be told in flashbacks, of sorts. Anything in <span style="font-style: italic;">italics</span> is a "flashback".<br><br>I'll do my normal disclaimer: I am not advocating teenage sex nor am I promoting it. It's a fact of life, and that's how its dealt with in this fic. That said, hope you like. <br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chapter 1</span><br><br>“I’m so sorry for you loss, Miss Kane.” <br><br>She nodded softly offering the man a complementary smile, “Thank you,” She blew out on a whisper as moved across the room to take her seat. <br><br>“I’m sorry that we have to do this today,” The man said, shaking his head as he walked around his desk, “Your mother made it very clear that she wanted this done after her funeral was over.” <br><br>Erica nodded, shifting uncomfortably in her chair. She hated this,... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Lost &amp; Found: Chapter 2 ]]></title>
			<link>http://david-erica.net/topic/2014/t/Lost-amp-Found-Chapter-2.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ <font size="2">This is set between February and March 2001. I want the first D&amp;E jail scenes as well as D&amp;E&#39;s &quot;Scarlet and Rhett&quot; jail
scenes to be with Erica pregnant. I&#39;ve wanted to play with this idea for awhile, so here&#39;s my attempt. It&#39;ll be at least the end of the month
before I update again (I actually have to do some work for this MA course of mine, LOL) so don&#39;t think I abandoned it already. <img src="http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/smile.gif">
<br>
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br>
Chapter 1</span>
<br>
<br>
She ignored the ringing of her phone, again. She&#39;d been ignoring it for the last hour. She was sure it was Val, ready to tell her about some crisis or
another at Enchantment that only she could fix.
<br>
<br>
Did he realize that she was just a few minutes from having her own crisis?
<br>
<br>
She&#39;d sat at her vanity until about five minutes ago, staring at the box that lay before her. She knew she had to open... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ For What It&#39;s Worth: Chapter 4 ]]></title>
			<link>http://david-erica.net/topic/2013/t/For-What-It-39-s-Worth-Chapter-4.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ <span style="font-family: Verdana;">This is my latest fic. Both DandEfan and I are doing fics that are just after the break-up in 2000. I am doing right after
and with a twist, Anna and Chris have been moved up into this time period and DandEfan is doing Erica/David/Dixie several months later. Hope you enjoy
them!</span>
<br style="font-family: Verdana;">
<br style="font-family: Verdana;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Chapter 1</span>
<br style="font-family: Verdana;">
<br style="font-family: Verdana;">

<h4 style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">It had been two months since she had ended their engagement. It seemed as though the last
time they were together was just yesterday but it wasn&#39;t. It had been weeks. She told her self that she needed to stop thinking about him. Move on. He was
bad news and she knew it. It didn&#39;t matter how many times she tried to forget what happened, the words of their conversation always filled her... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Sprinkles, Sugar, and Santa ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <font size="2">The Nicholas, Noah and Bella universe. Just mindless Christmas fluff. Hehe. I love my girl, but we all know she has little to know cooking
skills, but I see her trying, for her babies.
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<br>
Hope you like. <img src="http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/smile.gif">
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Sprinkles, Sugar and Santa</span>
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&quot;Daddy, daddy,&quot; Two little voices exclaimed as they barreled through the kitchen door and into the living room.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Mommy tried to make cookies,&quot; Noah started, excitedly.
<br>
<br>
&quot;And they caught on fire,&quot; Nicholas added, &quot;There was flames and everything.&quot;
<br>
<br>
&quot;We had to get the fire tingusher,&quot; Noah threw in nodding for effect.
<br>
<br>
&quot;We didn&#39;t get burned. Then Coral had to make new ones, and she made cupcakes too,&quot; Nicholas continued, &quot;Mommy is letting us decorate
them.&quot;
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<br>
David nodded through an amused laugh,... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ All for Love: Book III: Revelations: Chapter 6: Part II ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <font size="2"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chapter 1</span>
<br>
<br>
The first of what she figured would be many briefings only lasted an hour, and they were finally pulling up in front of the hospital. She&#39;d gotten
David&#39;s hand and foot treated and bandaged. She&#39;d let him shave and clean up, and they&#39;d gotten him some clothes to wear. It was the least she
could, seeing as it was the NSA, the FBI and the ISA that had failed him in the first place.
<br>
<br>
She&#39;d planned to call the hospital and tell that what was going on, but David had stopped her, worried that Vanessa could somehow trace the call. She
didn&#39;t think that Vanessa&#39;s operation was that high tech, they seemed to operate on a far more personal and direct level&#39;s, though, she wasn&#39;t
going to chance it and agreed to take him to the hospital without warning his family first.
<br>
<br>
There were guards watching Erica, Abby, Babe, Bianca and even Josh, just in case Vanessa tried to... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 14:40:18 PST</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Perfect Strangers: Part One of Two ]]></title>
			<link>http://david-erica.net/topic/2005/t/Perfect-Strangers-Part-One-of-Two.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ <font size="2">As usual, Alli is the brains, I am the brawn. LOL! Haven&#39;t done a oneshot in awhile. Only the first part can be posted in this section, the
rest has to go behind closed doors. <img src="http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif"> So if you don&#39;t have access yet, get it now, so you can read the whole thing. I promise it&#39;s worth it. <img src="http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/happy.gif">
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Perfect Strangers</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">- Part I
<br></span>
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&quot;She&#39;s wearing a ring.&quot;
<br>
<br>
The man sitting at the bar nodded deftly at the bartender who&#39;s deep Brazilian accent had only slightly drawn him out of his thoughts. &quot;So am I,&quot;
The man offered in return, the power and edge of his American accent seeming to draw the eyes of everyone in the bar.
<br>
<br>
The bartender shook his head, &quot;Marriage vows must... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Part of You ]]></title>
			<link>http://david-erica.net/topic/2003/t/Part-of-You.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ This is a short fic. Something to bide my time while I come up with my next masterpiece! LOL
<br>
<br>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><br>
Chapter 1</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt">&quot;Thank you Erica for giving me a ride. I could have called a cab though.&quot; David told her not happy
she was driving him around in this weather.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt">&quot;It&#39;s the least I could do for you, you know. You come all the way out here and meet me when I
call.&quot; She replied.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt">&quot;I would do anything for you Erica, including driving 15 miles out of town so that your husband
doesn&#39;t know you are having sex with me.&quot; He teased knowing she hated talking about their affair out loud.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt">&quot;Would you stop talking like that?&quot; She said, his all too casual attitude annoying her.</p>

<p... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Stasis: Chapter 22 ]]></title>
			<link>http://david-erica.net/topic/1990/t/Stasis-Chapter-22.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ <font size="2">Just so that everyone knows what the title means, the definition of Stasis is: A condition of balance among various forces; motionlessness:
<em>&quot;Language is a primary element of culture, and stasis in the arts is tantamount to death&quot;</em> <em>(Charles Marsh).
<br>
<br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"></em><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Introduction
<br>
<br></span>&quot;I wish you&#39;d let me come with you,&quot; David sighed, shaking his head as leaned forward to take a damp washcloth from Erica&#39;s
forehead.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Why so you can listen to Joe tell me that I have the flu,&quot; She tossed back at him, trying to keep her tone firm despite the teasing smile that
played at the edge of her lips.
<br>
<br>
&quot;I&#39;m sorry if I&#39;m worried,&quot; He teased shaking his head at her, &quot;You&#39;re only my fiancée. It&#39;s only seven days before we leave for
Rio to get married and you haven&#39;t been out of bed in three days.&quot;
<br>
<br>... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Stories, sandcastles and seashells: Part 2 of 4 ]]></title>
			<link>http://david-erica.net/topic/1981/t/Stories-sandcastles-and-seashells-Part-2-of-4.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ <font size="2"> Yay, it&#39;s the wedding. I hope you like. The stuff in <span style="font-style: italic;">italics</span> is D&amp;E telling the story. No
that&#39;s not the story they&#39;re telling hte boys, LOL, I mean not in that detailed. That&#39;s just for the readers. Hope you like. <img src="http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/smile.gif">
<br>
<br style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Part II</span>
<br>
<br>
&quot;Pine Valley,&quot; Nicholas laughed, &quot;There&#39;s no castles in Pine Valley.&quot;
<br>
<br>
&quot;Of course there is,&quot; David told them, watching both boys shake their heads, &quot;Where else would the prince and princess live?&quot;
<br>
<br>
&quot;What their names?&quot; Noah asked, shifting his eyes from his daddy to his mommy, who flashed him a knowing smile.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Prince David and Princess Erica,&#39; David told them through a wink as he watched both boys smile back at him.
<br>
<br>
&quot;You&#39;re silly,... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2009 22:10:47 PST</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Stories, sandcastles and seashells: Part 1 of 4 ]]></title>
			<link>http://david-erica.net/topic/1966/t/Stories-sandcastles-and-seashells-Part-1-of-4.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ <font size="2">The third piece in the Nicholas, Noah and Bella universe. This family is so much fun to write. <img src="http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/smile.gif"> Besides, I promised I&#39;d write the
&quot;wedding&quot;. I hope you like this part. The second part, which will be the story that David is telling the boys, will be a bit angsty, but it all turns
out happily. Of course. <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v118/EandD/Smileys/love0034.gif">:
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<br>
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Part I</span>
<br>
<br>
&quot;But mommy, it&#39;s the beach. Let&#39;s go,&quot; Nicholas said, blowing the words into the glass door of their suite, as he focused out the widow.
<br>
<br>
&quot;It&#39;s almost midnight, baby,&quot; Erica replied through a laugh, &quot;We have a big few days ahead of us, you need to get to bed. &quot; Not that
she blamed him, this was the first time that he&#39;d seen the ocean, at least the first time that he was old enough to remember seeing... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Sun, 31 May 2009 22:45:10 PST</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Pancakes, Presents and Pictures: Part II of II ]]></title>
			<link>http://david-erica.net/topic/1950/t/Pancakes-Presents-and-Pictures-Part-II-of-II.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ <font size="2">Sorry for the delay. I was down for a few days because of a really bad allergic reaction so I couldn&#39;t write. Bah. But I&#39;m better now,
and hope to have this part completely done tomorrow.
<br>
<br>
I love this little world, and I think I&#39;m going to do two more pieces in this series, so definitely look for those. I&#39;ll give a hint as to the next one
in the last part of this one.
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<br>
To be continued very soon, I promise.
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Hope you like! <img border="0" alt="<img src="http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/smile.gif">" src="http://s4.images.proboards.com/smiley.gif">
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<br>
<strong>Part II</strong>
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<br>
&quot;Mommy, what are you doing up?&quot; Nicholas started from the doorway, his hand still on the knob eyes narrowing on his mommy.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Bella wanted someone to play with,&quot; She told him softly, offering him a smile.
<br>
<br>
&quot;You&#39;re supposed to be sleeping,&quot; He said again, a soft pout twisting his... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Pancake, Presents and Pictures: Part one of two ]]></title>
			<link>http://david-erica.net/topic/1944/t/Pancake-Presents-and-Pictures-Part-one-of-two.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ <font size="2">This story takes place in the Nicholas, Noah and Bella universe and since it&#39;s set on Mother&#39;s Day, it&#39;s a prequel to the <a style="font-weight: bold;" title="Link" target="_blank" href="http://www.david-erica.net/topic/1928">Baseballs, Ice Cream and Fireworks</a> (that&#39;s the link
first part of the story, the second follows right behind in this forum) to the series. It&#39;s not necessary to read it, but it&#39;s a cute little piece so
there&#39;s no reason not too.
<br>
<br>
This is set Mother&#39;s Day 2006, two months before the last fic. I just wanted write mothers day for Erica, since the show doesn&#39;t do it. I&#39;ll post
the second part later, hope you like. <img src="http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/smile.gif"></font>
<br>
<br>
<font size="2"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Part 1</span>
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<br>
&quot;Daddy,&quot; Noah piped from the kitchen table, where he sat coloring furiously as he worked to finish the card he was making,... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Baseballs, Ice Cream and Fireworks: Part 2 of 2 ]]></title>
			<link>http://david-erica.net/topic/1929/t/Baseballs-Ice-Cream-and-Fireworks-Part-2-of-2.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center;">
  <font size="2"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Baseballs, Ice Cream and Fireworks: Part 2 of 2</span>
  <br>
  <span style="text-decoration: underline;">Part 2
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    <font size="2">David pulled away first, already laughing at his boys&#39; impeccable timing. He had a feeling it would only get worse as they got older.
    <br>
    <br>
    Erica shook her head and let her eyes flutter open, a smile creeping across her face despite the abrupt change in actions.
    <br>
    <br>
    &quot;Hello boys,&quot; David offered, shaking his head and laughing as he took in the sight of his beloved little men. If Erica thought they&#39;d had to
    much sugar before, she was really going to have his ass when she got a good look at them.
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    <br>
    Erica cocked her head and raised an eyebrow in David&#39;s direction, amused by the chocolate covered smiles her sons were so proudly flashing... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Baseballs, Ice Cream and Fireworks: Part 1 of 2 ]]></title>
			<link>http://david-erica.net/topic/1928/t/Baseballs-Ice-Cream-and-Fireworks-Part-1-of-2.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ <font size="2">I don&#39;t do enough happy D&amp;E. LOL And what&#39;s happier then D&amp;E with their kids? Nothing I can think of. <img src="http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/smile.gif"> We&#39;ll set this
about 2006 and go off the idea that D&amp;E married in late 2001. Their oldest son was born a year later, with his brother following behind two years later.
And then their sister two years after that. Nicholas, Noah and Isabella are just names I pulled out of nowhere and have no meaning or reason. LOL
<br>
<br>
This is pure fluff, and this was done without a beta so it might be a bit rough, but what can I say...I have no beta these days. Anyway,  I hope you like.
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<div style="text-align: center;">
  <font size="2"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Baseballs, Ice Cream and Fireworks</span>
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<div style="text-align: left;">
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    <font size="2">   <span style="text-decoration: underline;">Part 1</span>... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Second Thoughts: Chapter 40 ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <p class="MsoNormal">Ok so this is my first fic and I decided to write one because the show is pissing me off a little with D/K stuff and I wanted to think
about D&amp;E for the time being! Let&#39;s all forget about them and focus on D&amp;E like it should be..lol. <span style=""> </span>O and this chapter is
(PG-13) for some language as will most of them be..lol. I just don&#39;t like to all nice when I am conveying a point..lol </p>

<p class="MsoNormal">Although D/K are married that is the only thing currently on the show that is transferred to the story because we know we like them best
when they are involved with others and find their way back..<img src="http://static.yuku.com//domainskins/bypass/img/smileys/devil.gif" alt="image"> LOL
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<p class="MsoNormal">Sorry it is so short but I wanted to get it up so I could have time to think about the next part..lol
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4">Chapter<span style=""> </span> 1</font></p>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Into the Sun: Chapter 6 ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <font size="2">Time frame is <em style="font-weight: bold;">Pine Valley crica 2001-2002</em>. Most of the characters on the show during that time frame will
pop up in this story.
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The Junior (JR) I picture in this is the one right after Jesse McCartney left the roll. An older Jamie will appear too. I guess just picture an older version
of the kid who played him.
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Chapter 1</span>
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&quot;This isn&#39;t like him, Tad,&quot; Dixie breathed shaking her head as she paced near the front door.
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&quot;Dixie, he&#39;s doing this because we made him angry, he&#39;s trying to punch us by making us worry,&quot; Tad added, &quot;It&#39;s very typical
sixteen year old boy.&quot;
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&quot;Not my teenage boy,&quot; She shot back, &quot;He hasn&#39;t been acting like himself lately. And this outburst tonight,&quot; She said shaking her head,
&quot;that&#39;s not the Junior we raised.&quot;
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&quot;It&#39;s just a... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Sat, 29 Nov 2008 12:57:51 PST</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Trusted Hearts: 4 of 4 ]]></title>
			<link>http://david-erica.net/topic/1836/t/Trusted-Hearts-4-of-4.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ The rest of this chapter can  be found in the NC-17 section. <img src="http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif"> If you want the password, let me know.
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<font size="2"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chapter 4</span>
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He let out loud, angst filled groan as he flung himself up, and into a sitting position, the sheets that had been around him sliding down his bare chest. He
took in a few breaths, trying to steady himself as he his eyes shot open, and he blinked into the darkness.
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The room came into site a few seconds later. The purplish pink of the walls that surrounded him paled in the dark night, but still offered him the comfort of
helping to gather his bearings.
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He was alive.
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<br>
How?
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&quot; David,&quot; He heard Erica&#39;s voice from next to him, low and drowsy from sleep, but there nonetheless.
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&quot; What&#39;s wrong?&quot; She breathed with concern as she pushed herself up so that so that she was... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Trusted Hearts: Part 2 of 4 ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <font size="2"><strong>Chapter 2
<br>
<br></strong>It seemed rather ironic that a silver tray used to hold his scotch served as a better mirror then the one that hung in his bathroom. Each time
he&#39;d gone to poor himself a glass in last two, three, four…he wasn&#39;t sure how many days anymore, they all seemed to run together, he&#39;d caught sight
of himself. If death had a face, he was sure it would look like him.
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His hair was a mess. Matted and tossed on top of his head. He figured that&#39;s what days of running his fingers through it did. His eyes were red and
bloodshot and laced with days worth of scotch. His face was lined with stubble, enough that he thought he&#39;d wake up with the first makings of a beard, that
was if he ever slept again. His shirt was the same black polo he&#39;d been wearing since that day, it was the last day he gave a fuck what he looked like. He
figured he probably couldn&#39;t keep this up, not eating or bathing and living on nothing... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 21:54:10 PST</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Trusted Hearts: Part 1 of 4 (Rated R) ]]></title>
			<link>http://david-erica.net/topic/1832/t/Trusted-Hearts-Part-1-of-4-Rated-R-.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ <font size="3"><font size="2"><font size="3"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Disclaimer:</span>  <font size="2">This story is
rated <span style="font-weight: bold;">R for sex, violence, language and dialogue.</span>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">Let me put this out there right away, this is like nothing I&#39;ve ever written before. It&#39;s not my normal D&amp;E, and
I know that you&#39;re going to read this and go &quot;OMG, she&#39;s lost her mind&quot;. But I assure you, I can and will pull it off and pull it all
together. I&#39;ve wanted to write this storyline for a long time and could never figure out how to do so and still keep it true to D&amp;E. But I have the
best, most ingenious and brilliant beta on the face of the earth and she figured out how I can pull this off. I promise you, it&#39;s worth seeing it through
to the end, Alli really is a genius. LOL</span>
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