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Why did IRROC need to waste her precious time, Geeta asked herself. Especially when the issue was so simple. She’d always been careful to maintain a distance between the trading she did for her customers, and what she did on her own behalf. But some opportunities were too good to pass up, and when the stock in question was big enough and liquid enough, there was no reason why both she and her customers couldn’t both buy it. Why should she have to take a pass?

But that’s not what the IRROC investigator seemed to think. He was close to sixty, white, balding, sweaty, fat and filled with a sense of self-importance. He’d been bounced from a Wall Street brokerage years before Geeta was born. He headed up north to Toronto, thinking he’d do better in a smaller pond. And he did, for a while. The man had made some money for his customers during the 90s bull market. This was his first taste of success, and his undoing. He leveraged up just in time to get wiped out by the dot-com boom. A year later he was discharged from bankruptcy. After that he’d bounced around Bay Street for a few years, but he’d never been able to ditch his overly-familiar American habits and manners and invariably found himself back on the street. WIth a bit of résumé padding, he landed a job at the industry’s regulatory body, IIROC, a salon des refusés for traders who couldn’t hack it.

The interview had already been going on for over an hour. The man was trying to grill Geeta, confronting her with spreadsheets, trading records and regulations. Yet he was the one who was sweating.

“I’ve been in this business a lot longer than you, Geeta--” It was the third time the investigator had addressed her by her first name. If he hadn’t learned by now that this was not the custom, he would never learn.

“Ms. Gudapati, if you don’t mind,” Geeta said, smiling sweetly. “First names are for friends, relatives, colleagues and respected peers. You’re none of these.”

The investigator reddened and opened his mouth to answer. But instead he just took a deep breath. “Look, Ms. Gudapati, this will go a lot smoother and a lot faster if you would just answer my questions. This interview is being taped, as I told you at the start.”

“I’ve answered your questions. You just don’t like my answers.”

“I don’t like your attitude either. It stinks.”

“I can’t help it if my answers go over your head.”

“There you go again, Gee-- Ms. Gudapati.”

“Let’s take it from the top,” she said. She stood, and removed her Burberry blazer, revealing the designer blouse underneath. It was not sheer, but it was certainly fitted. She stretched, and then sat back down. There was a pause. “I believe you were going to say something,” Geeta said. The sheen of sweat on the investigator’s forehead glistened. He licked his lips, a quick and involuntary movement like a lizard’s. He looked down at his papers and cleared his throat.

“It’s called a conflict of interest, Ms. Gudapati. You traded the same stock as your customer.”

“And tell me exactly what is a conflict of interest?”

This simple question stumped the investigator. “Well, you know, there’s no precise definition. It’s when there’s a, you know, conflict, and you disregard it. And buying the exact same stock as your customer, and on the exact same day: I’d call that a conflict. Wouldn’t you?”

Geeta smiled. “Suppose I’d sold a stock on the same day as I’d bought it for my customer. Would that be a conflict?” The investigator’s brow furrowed as he considered the question.

“Well, maybe, maybe not. It depends.”

“On what?” said Geeta, her tone that of an ingenue eager to learn from someone older and wiser.

“On whether there’s a conflict or not.”

“Gee,” said Geeta. She paused, and then put an index finger to her pursed lips as if considering a difficult question. “I’m wondering. Isn’t that reasoning just a little bit, a teensy-tiny bit circular? Or instead does it beg the question? Logic was never my strong point, but I’m sure there’s a formal, Aristotelian fallacy somewhere there, and if we dig deep enough we just might find it.”

“You can’t trade the same thing at the same time as a customer. It’s a conflict, “ said the investigator.

“Ok, now I’m pretty sure that’s not even an argument. It’s just an assertion.” The investigator looked like he was about to explode. Geeta picked up her purse.

“You’re not leaving!” said the investigator, “We’re nowhere near done!”

“Not quite, but we’re getting there,” said Geeta, pulling some papers out of her purse. “The applicable regulation is Rule 4.1. What the rule says is that I can’t trade the same thing as my customer, if I trade before I place the customer’s order. If I trade after I place the order, then there’s no problem.” She dropped the rule in front of the investigator. “Now we’re done.” Geeta picked up her blazer and turned to leave.

“This investigation is not over!” the man shouted at her departing back. Geeta ignored him and walked out. She would have played out the game a little longer, but she had a lunch appointment with Jonathan at Kayak. She headed for the elevators, and when she reached the ground floor she made her way to King Street West. She could have reached Kayak through Toronto’s extensive underground pedestrian pathway, but Geeta preferred to be outside when weather permitted. Yesterday’s rain had passed, and the sun shone down on Toronto’s financial district. Soon she reached Wellington, and a clear view of the golden office tower where she worked. The noon-time sun lit up the building as if it were the best sculpture in an art gallery, a brilliant presence dominating the dull, stolid architecture that surrounded it. From there it was only a short walk to the TD Centre.

“Hi, Ms. Gudapati!” said the hostess, “he’s waiting for you at your favourite table.” Geeta thanked the young woman and slipped her a twenty. Jonathan, already seated at the table, rose at her approach. Geeta noticed that he’d taken the seat facing the restaurant’s interior, surrendering to her the seat with a view. The restaurant was on the fifty-seventh floor, almost seven hundred feet above the ground, and the view spectacular.

“Hey, Jonathan,” she said as she took her seat. They did not kiss, nor hold hands. Jonathan was not even smiling. The restaurant was very popular, and today, it was packed. There could easily be someone from their office who would see them. If they were not too intimate, they could pass their meeting off as a business lunch. Even so, Geeta found Jonathan’s coldness disquieting.

“Hey, yourself,” said Jonathan, resuming his seat after Geeta had taken hers. “I know you just love the view of the Islands. I was checking it out again before you arrived. But you can see them from your condo whenever you like. Why is this view such a big deal to you?”

“It’s not so much the Islands themselves, but some people I know who live there.”

“Really? I thought it was pretty well impossible to get a place there. The government put a freeze or something on sales.”

Geeta nodded. “I think you’re right. But my friends on the Islands have no intention of ever selling. I think they’ll be there pretty well forever. I’d like to take you there after work; there’s someone I’d like you to meet, if that’s ok.” Geeta was pleased that she’d managed to make the request in a calm, offhand manner. Geeta had received an email from Penelope early that morning advising that Alice had finally granted Geeta’s request: the Hetaera Superior would meet Jonathan and decide whether he was a fit companion for Geeta. The email instructed her to bring him to the Temple at six p.m. on the dot.

Geeta’s insides twisted when Jonathan paused before replying. Suppose he did not want to go? He’d been a bit distant of late, and they hadn’t even slept together in over a week, a record for them.

But Geeta needn’t have worried. Jonathan’s hesitation in replying was only concerning whether he should contact Mother Valencia first for instructions. The briefing Jonathan had received from Valencia at their last meeting had been clear enough, and those instructions did not include gaining access to the Temple. On the other hand, Valencia had not instructed him that the Temple was out-of-bounds, either. But what was certainly clear was that Jonathan was in Mother Valencia’s bad books. The recent complaint he’d anonymously filed with IIROC about Geeta was a good start, but nowhere near enough. He needed something better to put something on the credit side of the ledger. and if he could drop by Lancemore tomorrow with the surprise news that he’d gained access to the Temple, that would surely do the trick. But on the other hand, if he consulted Valencia first, she could give him guidance on what to look for, thus making his visit to the Temple much more useful for Opus Dei.

The waitress arrived to take their drink order. The days of liquid lunches were long gone on Bay Street, and so it was a diet coke for Jonathan; sparkling water for Geeta. Jonathan turned, and stared out at the Islands, considering what to do. Then he decided to proceed, but hedge. He’d agree to the meeting, but he’d try to contact Mother Valencia to see if he could get instructions.

“No problem, Geeta. Who am I going to be meeting?”

“An old friend of mine. I’ve known her for almost ten years. I’ve told her all about you, and she’s really eager to meet you.”

“It’s nice to think that I’m worth showing off to someone,” said Jonathan.

Geeta laughed. “I suppose that is what I’m doing, isn’t it? One step at a time, I guess.” She instantly regretted the remark.

“Is the plan that if your friend approves, then you introduce me to your parents?”

Early in their relationship Jonathan had shut down any inquiries about his background, and Geeta had interpreted this to mean she should not be open about her personal life. This was the first time Jonathan had so much as mentioned her parents, and the timing was unfortunate.

“Jonathan, I’ll be blunt. We are light years from introducing you to my parents.”

Jonathan’s face darkened. “Are you embarrassed by me? Is that it?”

Geeta shook her head, and said, “Not at all. Just the reverse. You’re awesome; It’s my parents I’m embarrassed about. Jonathan, have you noticed that, superficially at least, I appear to be from the subcontinent?”

“No way! Get out of town!”

“Yes, Jonathan. I admit it. I’m Indian--well, Indo-Canadian. My parents are from Tamil Nadu, deep in southern India. And they are racist as hell.”

“Really? Are there even black people in India for them to be racist against?”

“Not that I know of. But I’ve visited India a few times. It can be pretty weird in some respects. Just because there’s almost no one from Africa there doesn’t mean they can’t be racist against them. But even if that sort of racism wasn’t an issue, there’s the caste system, of course, and my parents are super strict about that.”

“They’re Brahmin?”

“Nope. They’re Kshatriyas. That’s a step below Brahmins. But in my parents’ village back home, there were no Brahmins, so my family was on the top of the heap. And they still love to put on airs. If you were Hindu but lower caste, that would probably be a deal breaker right there. But the fact you are not even Hindu is strike one, two and three all at the same time. Sorry, Jonathan, they’ll hate you on sight just for that.”

“Suppose I converted?”

Geeta chuckled. “You can’t sign up for Hinduism,” she said. “It’s been around a long time. It’s way older than Christianity or Judaism. It’s roots are really deep, probably thousands of years before recorded history. You can’t be ‘converted’ to Hinduism, at least not in the eyes of the locals. You can move up or down a caste, but only if you’re a woman. A woman’s caste is determined by who her father is, or after she’s married, by her husband’s caste.”

“Not like here at all. No one gives a damn who your parents were.”

“India’s changing, but my parents are part of the older generation. One day I’ll introduce you to them, but only after I’ve first told them all about you. Unless they promise to behave, they won’t get to see you.”

Jonathan felt like a hypocrite for being miffed. After all, it was impossible for him even to consider a relationship with Geeta, not unless she converted. Even if she did convert, the woman was, or at least had been, a whore. There could be scores or hundreds of men who would be able to say that they’d slept with Geeta before he had. The woman was tainted beyond redemption. And as for their casual sexual relationship, Mother Valencia had been very clear: that was over, and he daren’t disobey. He’d been able to avoid sleeping with Geeta since then, but he knew he could do that only so long before he’d have to break up with her. Once he saw the inside of the Temple and reported back to Opus Dei about what he saw, he’d end things with Geeta.

A few hours later Jonathan and Geeta hurried along Queens Quay. They had only a few minutes to catch the five-thirty ferry. Geeta stumbled.

“Goddamn these high heels,” she said. Jonathan turned, and helped her up. But she stumbled again as soon as they started to move.

“I broke a heel. I’ll have to go barefoot.” She whipped off her shoes and grabbed Jonathan’s outstretched hand. They started once more to hurry down the street, dodging other pedestrians, cyclists and dog walkers. “We don’t have to do this today,” said Jonathan, knowing that he must pretend indifference as to whether they did or did not reach the Islands.

“Yes, we do!” said Geeta. The email had said she was to be there at six pm. She would be there at six pm. She would be there, on time, even if she had to swim. She had never wilfully disobeyed a Temple order, and this was one order that she was particularly eager to obey.

“Why were you late, anyways?” Geeta said as they struggled to make speedy progress through the crowd.

“I got held up,” said Jonathan. What had held him up were his repeated and unsuccessful attempts to reach Mother Valencia for instructions. He’d called and left a detailed voicemail. Then he called again. Still no answer. He’d texted, but he suspected that for Mother Valencia, texting was not a thing. Finally he’d been forced to give up, and had rushed downstairs to meet a very impatient Geeta.

In her bare feet and carrying her heels, Geeta made much better time. They reached the gate with a minute to spare, and they boarded the ferry, Jonathan laughing and Geeta gasping with the effort. They were a perfect pair: Jonathan tall and handsome, Geeta looking like she’d stepped out of a Bollywood movie. An older couple smiled in amusement, and moved over, making room at the rail for the young lovers.

“Thanks,” said Geeta. At precisely five-thirty the ferry disembarked, beginning its journey across the short gap between the mainland and the Islands. It was a few hours until sunset, and the deep green of the Islands stood in contrast to the dark water that surrounded it. Here and there small sailboats dotted the water. A tall ship was visible in the distance, taking tourists out for a pleasure cruise.

“This is soooooo beautiful,” said Geeta, taking in the view. “We have to have a picture!”

Jonathan pulled out his phone, and prepared to take a selfie of the two of them as they stood with their backs to the rail.

“Can I help you with that?” said the elderly man standing next to them.

Jonathan thanked him, and passed him his phone. The man took it, framed the shot and was about to take a picture when the phone vibrated.

“I think you have a call,” he said.

“Give me that!” barked Jonathan, reaching out for the phone. But his harsh tone startled the old man, who fumbled the phone as he passed it back. Jonathan reached, but not far enough, and his phone sparkled at him teasingly as it flipped through the air and disappeared into Lake Ontario with a splash.

“Sorry,” said the old man, issuing the typical Canadian apology even though he was not entirely at fault.

“It’s ok,” said Jonathan. He tightened his grip on the rail, afraid he would strike the man if he did not restrain himself. There was an awkward silence, which continued until the ferry docked and everyone disembarked.

“That old idiot,” said Jonathan, to himself more than Geeta as they made their way along Cibola Avenue. Geeta ignored him, knowing that there was nothing she could say. In a few minutes she turned right onto the bridge to Snake Island. The bridge was barricaded, but when Geeta placed her hand on a metal strut a gate swung open, and then closed firmly behind them after they passed through.

“What is this place? And how did you get through so easily?”

“Snake Island’s been private property for the last few years, and you can only get over the bridge if you know how,” said Geeta. The island’s interior was hidden by thick groves of pine trees, and only after Geeta led them through did the Temple come into view. Geeta looked up at Jonathan, wanting to see how he reacted.

“It’s like something out of a book, or a travel magazine!” he said, awed by the vast complex. “It’s like a Roman villa.”

“More Greek than Roman, actually, but close,” said Geeta as they neared the ostium. It opened at their approach. Geeta led the way through a short passageway, opening into the Temple’s tablinum. A seated Alice awaited them, flanked on either side by senior Hetaerae. Alice was dressed in formal Temple attire, her robes a deep crimson with white lining. It was what she wore for high occasions and when supervising a sacrifice. Before Alice was a small table, and on it rested an ornate gift box. Geeta curtseyed, her eyes lowered. She looked again at the box. She had not expected Alice would have a gift for Jonathan. Nor had she expected Alice to receive them in such a formal manner.

Geeta felt the joy rising inside her. She’d imagined that the meeting would be a low-key affair, concealing rather than revealing Alice’s importance. Alice would not have received her and Jonathan in this formal way, unless she’d already made inquiries and decided that Jonathan was a suitable match. She awaited Alice’s invitation to speak so that she could introduce Jonathan.

“I take it you are Jonathan Ansah,” said Alice, nodding as the man acknowledged this was so.

“And I understand that you are a parishioner at the Church of St. Simeon Stylites?”

“Indeed I am,” said Jonathan, smiling. “It’s not exactly a secret, but how did you know that?”

“I happen to know one of the other parishioners,” said Alice. “Her name is Michelle Thompson. She mentioned you. Do you know her?”

Jonathan knew the woman. Michelle was smoking hot, and Jonathan found her good looks annoying, especially during Mass, for it was a struggle not to be distracted by her. “She’s very active in the parish. Father Mahoney speaks very highly of her.”

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Und draußen schallte wieder Punkmusik aus dem Ghettoblaster – von der Eisenbahnunterführung bis zu seinem Haus! Punks und Skater hingen da ab. Das war diese Art von Jugendlichen, die ihren Eltern das Leben schwer macht , die von Arbeit nichts hielten, sich an keine Regeln hielten, ständig auf Party machten. Die soffen viel zu viel und kotzten dann in irgendeine Ecke. Denen bedeutete doch nichts und niemand etwas. Wahrscheinlich nahmen sie auch Drogen und trieben weiß-Gott-was mit...

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Motherless is the mother of all porn sites. Motherless has no conscience or moral guide. Motherless will show you the stuff that all other porn sites are afraid to put up. Motherless will do this for free. This is seriously one of the nastiest and raunchiest sites out there and Motherless/Fetish is perhaps one of the dirtiest places on the web that are well within reach. Sure you can scan the dark web and find something even more naughty or puzzlingly gross, but why do that when you’ve got...

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Absinthe 2 The Absinthe of Malice

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Harry and Rob sat in the local pub in their usual spot in the corner by themselves. They were having a discussion about what to do with Ethel. Rob has been adamant that he wants to hang Ethel by her ankles and butcher her. Harry strongly disagrees with him. Harry is convinced that if he talks to Ethel he can persuade her not to go to the authorities and they will be able to use her the same way the other men. Rob agrees to try Harry's way first but he says" if she wants to argue I'm going to...

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ETHELS DISCOMFORT 3

kEthel sat with her tits nailed to the work table. Her tits were swollen to twice their normal size from the beating they had received from Harry and Rob and the axe handle. Ethel sobbed both from the pain and the feeling of despair and hopelessness. She knew she would not be able to sweet talk the men into letting her go without anymore abuse. Harry and Rob arrived and again Ethel begged and pleaded with them to let her go. The men laughed and told her they still had a few more things they...

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Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...

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Thelma was 22 and like all of the young women at that time was still living at home with me and our parents in rural Kent; even though she had a good job in local Department Store. I was 15 and had just left school. The summer of 1965 was particularly fine so it wasn’t uncommon for me to sit around our secluded garden reading a Detective novel when my parents were at work. The difference today was that Thelma was on the first day of her annual holidays and had joined me wearing a very...

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Ethel hung by her wrists while Harry and Rob left to get some rest. She nodded off from time to time but the fog of her mind cleared she realized that other than when they punched her she actually enjoyed the way they that fucked her so hard and so brutally. She enjoyed the helpless feeling as they ravaged her body. She believed that she could talk to the two men and they would release her without too much more abuse. She was wrong.As Harry and Rob drove back out to the warehouse they talked...

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Ethel hated her name. She was born during the tenure of I Love Lucy. The beloved Ethel Mertz from the television show was the bane of the real life Ethel's existence. There were the jokes about her having to marry Fred. There was only one Fred in her high school class. He wasn't her type; not even if he was the last man on earth. Ethel was every bit the epitome of her name. At five feet even her looks, dress and vocabulary mimicked the character she despised. Although she fought to break the...

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Ethel's Pa was telling a story. "A man comes into the garage wanting a new horn for his Dodge. The old bulb was torn. Well, we have horns; but they don't fit his brackets..." "What did he want with a horn?" Ma asked. "Dodge cars don't need them. They have 'Dodge, Brothers' written clearly on the front." "Oh, Nellie," Pa said, but -- at least -- he dropped the story. Ethel couldn't decide which was worse, Ma's jokes or Pa's stories. Pa was fascinated by anything mechanical,...

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EstherChapter 3

When we entered the dining salon, all conversation stopped. I had changed from my travel clothes earlier, but was still in black. Esther was in a peach colored evening gown. As I said before, she was ravishing. Martha and Hatty walked behind us in their evening gowns. It was plain that everyone wondered who this girl was with the Royal Executioner and the Guild Master for companions. Certainly most of the apprentices and the other Guild members had not met, or been introduced to Esther. None...

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“Are the statements, that the Lord Executioner made, true?” the Village Chief demanded sternly. “Yes, Un ... Uncle,” the young man finally answered very quietly. “A week in the stocks,” the Village Chief pronounced, “and the same for those two friends of yours.” The Village Chief then turned to me to apologize. “I am sorry I doubted you, Lord Executioner. It would appear that I need to pay closer attention to what is going on with the workers in the fields.” “An excellent idea,” I replied,...

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Esther III

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Esther IV

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Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder

Caroline dumped her books so loudly on the table that it caused Mike to look up momentarily from his laptop.“Hi, Caroline, I take it the tutorial didn’t go so well?”Caroline slumped onto the chair opposite him.“The pompous bitch basically told me to start again.”“Look I know nothing about art, I don’t even know what I like, but I do know that you know your stuff. Why don’t I get you a drink and we can talk about something else.”As Mike placed the two pints of beer down on the table, Caroline...

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When Esther had woken up the next morning laying next to Romeo, she almost freaked out, but the all of the memories from the night before flooded into her brain."Oh god." She sat up and looked at Romeo's sleeping figure next to her, his teal hair was tossed about the pillow, and he chest heaved up and down, Damn he is so hot, she thought, I acted kind of crazy last night, her face burned, ugh, what the fuck was wrong with her these days? She felt Romeo's body shift a little and her heart sped...

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Chapter 1 – The Birth of a Goddess Zeke cracked his knuckles and spread out his fingers. They touched the black glass in front of him and the desk lit up. A white keyboard appeared and he started to type on the touchscreen desktop. His fingers bounced around the screen, typing across the keyboard of light. You see, Zeke was a genius beyond his years. He was currently eighteen and in his second year of college. His masterful mind crossed with a youth of video games made him into one of the...

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Athena Ch02

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He stood hugging himself tightly, not that it helped keep him warm anymore. The cold had long since seeped so far into him the only thing that kept him from running to find somewhere warm was the fear that, should he leave his spot, he’d return to find it taken and his chance of seeing her, Athena, gone forever. The singer Athena had caught the world by storm, nobody a year ago, the young woman had taken to the celebrity lifestyle like a duck to water and was now breaking records with her...

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Mathew and Beth part 3 Trip down southquot

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