Jamie Bell (age 14) as Billy Elliott

Jamie Bell as Billy Elliott

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Bell was born in Billingham, Teesside, England, where he grew up with his mother, Eileen (née Matfin), and elder sister, Kathryn. His father, John Bell, a toolmaker, left before Bell was born. Bell began his involvement with dance after he accompanied his sister to her ballet lessons. He was a pupil at Northfield School and took performing arts classes at the local franchise of Stagecoach Theatre Arts. He was a member of the National Youth Music Theatre.
Career

In 1999, he was chosen from a field of over 2,000 boys for the role of Billy Elliot, an 11-year-old boy who dismays his working-class widowed father and elder brother by taking up ballet.

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Jamie Bell 2001 - Winning Best Actor BAFTA for Billy Elliott

First film Jamie Bell had done and he received  a BAFTA for Best Performance by a Leading Actor (at the age of 14)

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John Thornton’s Unfolding Dream – 29

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Chapter 17

 

“Margaret, are you sure? Are you quite sure? God, I have wanted you more than I have wanted to live another day but this is not the surroundings I would have wanted you to have, especially being your first time, my love. It will not be all that it can be.” John said, looking at her wistfully.

“John, let this be my maiden voyage in all ways.”

John did not need any more coaxing. He was assured that she wanted him and not just out of gratitude for saving her life.” Just one last question before I am sure that you are sure. You have another man of nobility in your life that loves you as I do. Have you considered everyone that could impact your life?”

“John, you are the only impact on my life that I want.” Margaret reached up and pulled his head down inviting the next passionate kiss.

John kissed her tenderly knowing what lay ahead of them, now. She would be a delicate flower beneath him needing tender care and nurturing.

There was little light in their tiny room with what was filtering through cracks. The sun was starting to set and below deck was falling into shadow. Even though there was a kerosene lamp hanging from a nail, neither of them wanted it lit.

John slowly rose to a standing position and pulled Margaret up alongside of him.

Margaret hesitated, “What about Branson?”

As John pulled the pins from her hair letting her curls cascade down over her bodice, he said, “Branson, I am sure, knows not to disturb us until we find him.”

“But he will know . . .”

“Yes . . . he’s a man as I am. John hushed her talking by covering her mouth with his. What a wonderful feeling he had as he held her tightly and she untied his cravat. Again, he was overwhelmed with this woman in his arms. She slipped her hands down to his waistcoat buttons while he found the buttons and lacings to the back of her dress and under-things – never letting their lips part.

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The sea rolled the ship slightly causing John and Margaret to hold each other as the boat bounded over the waves. As the falling faint light crept through some of the cracks in the boarded room, Margaret heard John’s intake of breath as her clothes finally pooled at her feet. He softly put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her forward allowing her breasts to touch his naked torso.

“Margaret, only a God should see you the way you are allowing me see you. You are more exquisite than any painting or statue.” Still with his trousers on, John sat on the bed and placed Margaret directly in front of him. The light was very weak but he did not need to see her clearly, he needed to kiss every inch of her.” Margaret, forgive me for worshipping you and what you give to me. There are no words . . .”

“John, I feel humble and embarrassed standing here like this, please . . .”

John interrupted, “Margaret never be embarrassed with me about anything especially this beautiful body that you give to me with all your heart.” John stood once more towering over her and Margaret reached for the buttons on his trousers. He assisted her and they dropped to the floor. Standing naked, eyes peering into each other, John held the moment wanting it to fill every corner of his memory. Margaret could not help but look down John’s body. Unexpectedly, she took him into her hand and John almost seized with the pleasure of her boldness. He stood silently; holding her shoulders with his eyes closed absorbing every sensational second of her touch to him there.

Margaret was still holding John and discovering the manhood that was his when she briefly looked up and saw him looking upward with his eyes closed. She remembered how she had stroked him on the train and he thanked her. Wrapping her hand tightly around him, she began the same rhythmic motion.

John struggled but the moan slipped out. John could not believe the euphoria that was sweeping over him at that very moment. He was tempted to allow her to bring him to completion so that he would be able to control himself when the time came that he needed it most. John opened his eyes and slowly looked down at her to gauge her reaction to his body and its arousal and response to her. He could not tell if her face displayed love, pleasure, or total mystification. He was sure she did not know where this was headed if she continued, but he could hardly stammer out what needed to be said.

John pulled her tightly to him so the stroking would stop, but she did not let go of him. “Thank God,” he thought. Margaret there are a few things I need to mention right here, just do not stop holding me as you are now. First, I am going abandon my control and spill myself into your hand if you continue another few seconds. Secondly, I would want to enter you too quickly for your first time if you do stop now. I think I could control myself better if you continued, but that is not my first choice. Thirdly, my knees are becoming very weak right now. Make your decision before I collapse,” John smiled down at her.

Margaret was not sure she understood all that but she knew he was enjoying her touch as much as she loved feeling his silken shaft. The male body looked complicated she seemed to think, nothing at all like the pig penis she had seen in the book on the coach . . . she started to giggle uncontrollably. How embarrassing to laugh NOW while she held him. Oh dear, it’s disappearing. She looked up at John with bewilderment in her eyes and asked, “What happened to it?”

John smiled and pulled her to him again.” Oh, how naive you are. A woman should never laugh at what a man is most proud of. Our existence practically rotates around our penis all of our life. And when the person that it’s meant for, laughs at it, well, it goes away and hides,” he laughed.” Now be honest, and tell me what made you giggle looking down at my manhood, my treasure for you.”

“Will he come back?” Margaret asked with almost desperation in her voice.

“Yes, his feelings have been hurt. He will be fine very soon depending on what you are about to tell me.”

Margaret turned a crimson red and tried to explain about the only reading material she had on coach.”

“Ah . . . I saw that pig’s reproductive organ in your mind. I have wanted to ask you about that. So, gone on,” John said with an air of feigned distress, while holding her close and stroking her back, now.

“Since we have had our earnest conversations already on the train, I guess I will tell you that I am muddled looking at the whole mechanics down there.”

John roared.” Mechanics? . . . Oh, God, how I love you.”

“Does he have a name?”

“Margaret, if you do not stop making me laugh he will never come out to play whether he has a name of not. Just let me worry about his mechanics right now,” John smiled.

John laid Margaret down on the cot and found her lips with his and her breasts with his hand. Again, Margaret reached for him but her stroking was immediately impaired by the heated sensation sweeping her lower extremities as John suckled from her. She whimpered with the delight. No, it was not delight; it was something far more primal than delight. She was surprised that her breast seemed to be directly tied to the center of legs. She burned and yearned at the same time. “What is this,” she asked herself.

Through the haze of his fiery passion, so focused on her pleasure, he heard her say, “John . . . reach for me, now.”

John did not fully understand how she meant that, but he knew what it meant to him. He reached down to her parted legs and slipped his long finger into her. She lifted her hips to him briefly. He could feel she was ready to welcome him. He pressed a little further and was stunned when he met her maidenhead.” Margaret can you feel where I am?” He whispered.

“Can I feel what, John? I feel you all over. I cannot get enough of you. I want you everywhere at once. I do not know what to do.”

“Margaret, Your virginity is at my touch. It must be a rare man that has ever experienced what I am right now. I cannot tell you how blessed I feel right at this moment. It borders on blind ecstasy. I am not sure I can move forward as this moment will never happen again in our lives. I want to gently caress you here a bit longer.”

“Is that how it’s done? Will you take it that way?”

“I could but I would not. We must share the total intimacy, as it should be, as one. This will be a treasured memory for the rest of my life. Can you not feel me fondling you?”

“Yes, I think I can. There is so much happening everywhere right now, but I do feel a deep pressure. It’s not uncomfortable . . . but I guess I am anxious over all of this.”

John slowly retracted his hand and started kissing down her navel to the top of her pubic bone. She started to close her legs from the embarrassment of such an intimate gesture. She was glad it was dark. John slipped his head into the curls at the ‘v’ of her thighs. He dropped his head down to her sweet delights as he extended her legs open, not hearing or feeling any resistance as he searched out her pulsing bit of flesh. Finding it, with one slow flick of his tongue, Margaret gushed out air with a moan right behind it. He reached up with one hand and covered her mouth knowing everything could be heard by the people below deck.

Margaret heard herself and knew instantly why John’s hand was there. She understood why this was not the place he wanted to take her first. She held his hand over her mouth, and tried to pull him back to her breasts. He was not going to stop. She would be happy to die right now.

Her hips started writhing as John explored all of her folds and entrance. She could hear her own muffled pleadings as she was carried to the top of her desire. Her release was swift and blinding and then it continued. John could feel her heaving for air but he knew she was only traveling through her orgasm. He was ready to fulfill his own passionate desire and join her now, to complete them. Still she held his hand over her mouth while he maneuvered for entry. As he slid himself in as gently as he could she rose up to meet him. She wrapped both her arms around him encouraging more. He could tell she was struggling slightly trying to accommodate his size but still she did not say anything to stop him. As he looked into her eyes, her expression had changed from sheer pleasure to one of mild straining.

“I love you, Margaret. This is the hardest part for you. You will belong to me forever after this. Are there still no doubts,” he asked, lifting his hand from her mouth.

“No, John, do not stop. You can’t stop now.” Margaret said, gasping out the words as each spasm took her.” You are sending me on a rapturous journey. Please do not let me soar alone,” Margaret had tears streaming down the sides of her face. He could feel her twinges and quivers.

John continued to slow stroke until she seemed comfortable and then he pushed on through causing Margaret to gasp, uttering a small whine.

“Are you all right, my love? The worst is over for you.”

“It was only slightly painful. It’s gone now,” Margaret said, catching her breath that she had been holding.

“We will now voyage together on the path to oblivion.” John kept himself under control allowing his woman to experience her full climax. He was delirious that it did not seem like she was going to find the end of her release. He bent his head down and covered her mouth with his, enabling him to hold himself for the final thrust. He drove deep and hard while hearing her moans into his mouth.

She shook off his kiss and wrenched out the words as she thrashed about from the unending pleasure, “John, oh, John, oh . . . my . . . god” Margaret was panting hard and could not finish her train of thought. John was stunned at her unskilled eagerness. They were looking directly into each other’s eyes as John found his release, while Margaret rose up to him, meeting her own final assault at the precipice. John moaned himself, unable to contain it and shuddered to stillness, breathing heavily.

John covered her mouth only briefly, then softly said, “Margaret, you cause me to far surpass my most avid and lustful desire. You are extraordinarily passionate. That has been the most pleasure ever in my life. And it’s always there waiting for us. I am blessed. You’re here, you’re safe, and you have a huge smile on your face.” John bent down slowly resting his weight upon her and licking her smile that she could not stop or hide. He did not stop there as he collected all of her falling tears into him from her extreme happiness.

John slipped to the side of her on the narrow cot and held her in his arms.” Margaret, I hated putting my hand over your mouth, I wanted to hear every sound you made. A man needs to know that he pleased his love.”

“John, if there is any doubt . . .”

“No, love, there is no doubt. I can feel you inside and out when you are pleased. Was it all you expected it to be?”

“More, John. I could never have known to expect anything so . . . so deliriously unbalanced. I felt drawn to another plain in the universe. There is nothing to compare it to. You have given me the most wonderful experience of my life. Will it always be like this?” Margaret asked.

“No, I am afraid not,” he teased. It will be better.”

John leaned down and gave her the most sensual kiss that he had in himself.” I will always cherish this day.”

“I love you, John Thornton.” Margaret said, looking through his eyes into his soul. There was no doubt in her mind that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. He was tender and caring and made her feel . . . like a woman.” John, you have fulfilled me as a woman. You make me complete.”

John hugged her tightly, kissing the sweet curve of her neck. Thinking of the words she had just uttered, undid him.” Margaret, we feel the same. You are making me a whole person body and soul. I am a changed man. I want to always take care of you, to protect you, to possess you and to pleasure you. You are mine from this day forward. I love you, Margaret Hale, now and forever.”

“Throw this cover over you. I am going to get dressed and find something to tidy you. There is a small amount of blood, and of course, me, to clean off both of us.”

Margaret was glad for the almost near blackness in their small cabin. She did not want to see what he would be doing.

“I will be back in a moment. If I see Branson it may be two moments,” he laughed.

Margaret could barely make out the tall handsome man that rose naked from the small cot. She knew someday she would welcome seeing him like this and watch him dress. As he had said, she wanted to explore and taste every part of him; after all, they belonged to each other.

As John slipped out the door, Margaret lay back on the hard cot and pulled the thin sheeting over herself. For one unsuspecting moment, Kindle passed through her mind but she quickly pushed him away, almost feeling guilty for the thought. She knew nothing could change her mind now. She was wholeheartedly committed to the man that just made love to her. “It wasn’t sex, it was love,” she told herself. Nothing had touched her so deeply . . . the togetherness . . . the oneness was her life’s most profound encounter. Margaret had no doubt that it was the same for John.

 

Hearts Adrift – Part Twenty

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Chapter Twenty

 

At The Wild Rose, Richard found Pritchard, on duty as he always was. The rest of his staff, his housekeeper, his cook, and all the footmen and maids, even the tweenie and scullery maid were at the infirmary.

It seemed that Manon had commandeered his entire staff into her service. Since even her maid Bessie was absent, Richard carried Manon to her room and laid her on the bed. She had not stirred, not even when he removed her apron, shoes, stockings and mobcap. Not even when he spread a blanket over her and tucked her in. She must have been exhausted, he realised.

In her usual brisk manner, she had made her plans and had diligently worked to make them come true.

Richard watched her while she was sleeping. She had instantly turned onto her side, and now she lay curled up, her hand tucked under her cheek.

His heart ached at the sight of her.

“Sir…” Pritchard’s hesitating voice sounded from the doorway.

“Yes, what is it?” Richard replied, turning to his butler.

“Miss Manon is well, I hope? She…well, she was so set on this infirmary scheme, and she convinced us all of its urgency, and…”

“And you all pitched in when she needed you. Yes, Pritchard, she is well, apart from being exhausted. I understand why you helped her. And fear not; I approve, but I will need to know everything there is to know about this infirmary scheme. Let us go downstairs, to my library.”

 

Half an hour later, Richard understood he had to take the matter firmly in hand, lest Manon should steer his entire household into chaos. It appeared that she had convinced Pritchard to use the funds Richard provided for daily expenses. It also became clear that Manon had been occupied for some time with her task. Her letter to him had come too late in the day, but maybe that had been her purpose from the start. To present Richard with a fait accompli so that he would have no choice but to condone it. Yes, he smiled to himself; that must be it.

Nonetheless, Manon needed his help. If she wanted to go through with this, she would be in urgent need of proper funding, and of a manager. Pulling out a sheet of paper from the top desk drawer, Richard began scribbling down some figures.

 

Manon woke with a start from a dream of horror and human suffering. She did not know where she was in those first moments of slowly returning awareness. She was also sore in her lower back and calves, as if she had walked for miles the day before. Which, of course, she had. And then it all came back to her. She gasped. Richard! Richard knew what she had done!

In a panic, she leapt from her bed and ran to her dressing room, calling for Bessie. Her maid was nowhere to be seen, nor was there hot water ready for her, and there were no clothes laid out on the chair. It was then that Manon realised she was still wearing the clothes she had worn the day before while working at the infirmary. That was, of course, why Bessie was absent. Manon herself had set her maid and everybody else in the house to work at the infirmary.

She hastily washed in cold water and dressed in a muted dark brown gown. With something of an effort, she combed and plaited her hair, the way she had done when she was living in Paris, just one thick tress down her back. She missed Bessie already, Manon thought.

There was not a footman in sight either, in the corridors and hall. Even the ever-present Pritchard could not be found.

The house seemed strangely quiet this morning. When Manon opened the door to the morning room, she registered with a shock that no breakfast was laid out on the polished round table near the window. Again, that was her own doing. She had waylaid Richard’s entire staff, and must go to see how she could put matters to right. She turned back into the hall and headed for the green baize door that led to the servants’ quarter. The door to Richard’s library stood ajar, and seemed to beckon her to come and investigate.

At his desk, slumped in his chair, sat Richard, still deeply asleep. His long legs, still in breeches and boots, lay stretched out before him. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his head rested on the back of the chair, slightly tilted to one side. His black hair looked ruffled, his face a bit drawn, even in repose.

With a stab of guilt, Manon realised Richard must have spent the entire night at his desk. The scattering of papers and books was testimony to that.

She picked up some documents, then stilled when she saw what was on them. It seemed that Richard, in his usual thorough and efficient manner, had worked out a scheme for the daily management of the Greenhaven Infirmary. There was a rudimentary financial plan, and a fund had been constructed for the daily expenses and staff wages that would ensure the infirmary could continue to be run. The fund would have to be provided for by charity events, such as fundraising balls and concerts. Richard himself would donate the money needed to get started.

Manon’s eyes filled as she realised what Richard had done. He had made her project possible and viable. Then, for the first time she took a moment to reflect on what she had done.

She had been a truly ungrateful and selfish creature. With his preparations of the past night, Richard had given her a chance to start a new life, even though she had gone behind his back and ruined the perfect routine of his household. Good heavens…she had even taken his money and used his staff, all without asking him face to face.

Yet he had never said a word the previous night. Instead, Richard had come, and when he saw she was too tired even to stand on her own two feet, he had brought her home, and had then started to work out her project.

“Well? Does it meet with your approval, niece?”

His sudden, teasing voice startled Manon, and she dropped the papers she was holding. She could only nod and swallow the tears that seemed to come so easily this morning. Richard rose and picked up the fallen documents, swiftly arranging them back into the right order.

“Look,” he said, matter-of-factly, “I will ask my solicitor, Mr Brownslow, to help us out with the funding management. We will go to Eastbourne today and discuss it with him. I want him to find us an accountant for Greenhaven. I am sure one of the young clerks he employs will be eager to take the job. Then we will need to hire a proper staff of nurses, although that might prove to be difficult. Not many girls would want to do such a demanding job.”

“I can train them!” Manon found her voice and pitched in with enthusiasm. “I learned from the best in Paris, the nuns of Les Dames de Marie! We would need to fit up free rooms at Greenhaven so that they could stay on the premises instead of having to rent. That would make it profitable for them to stay as on our staff.”

“An excellent idea! Now, let us work out some more arrangements. Take a chair.”

They worked like a team of accountants, efficiently planning the daily routines, the supplies that would be needed, and the people that would be indispensable, until Pritchard knocked to announce that breakfast was laid out. They had worked for two hours without even noticing the passing of time. Now they were famished.

 

After breakfast, during which they further talked and planned, Richard and Manon set off for Eastbourne in the gig. It was a Stanhope, which Richard had purchased after his father’s death so that he would have a fast carriage if he needed one. The twenty-two miles were covered in one and a half hours by a swift little gelding named Phineas.

Mr Brownslow, Richard’s solicitor, was a man in his early sixties, large and heavyset, with a shock of white hair above a pink, round face. His clear brown eyes smiled at Manon when Richard introduced her. His large mouth with surprisingly healthy teeth opened wide under his bushy white moustache.

“I am honoured, Miss Favier, to make your acquaintance. Sir Richard informed me of your coming to England, and it is my privilege to bid you welcome to our beautiful country.”

He bowed and took Manon’s right hand into his large, pudgy one. He placed a kiss on the back of her hand, surprising her with the subtle bending of his wide girth.

“Mr Brownslow,” Richard said evenly, “I have several matters to lay before you for careful consideration.”

Something in his tone must have spurred the solicitor into action, because he now bowed to Richard. “Forgive me, Sir Richard, for having done some research of my own already, but the messenger you sent me last night seemed adamant that I do so.”

Messenger? Manon looked at Richard in surprise, causing him to smile sheepishly at her.

“I sent Pritchard to convey my request to Mr Brownslow,” he explained.

“Now, sir, if you and Miss Favier would follow me into my office, I would be honoured to lay out what I have worked out.”

With his words, the solicitor effectively cut short any reply Manon would have made to Richard’s comment. He led them to a room at the back of the large townhouse he occupied. This chamber was airy, light, and beautifully furnished in the latest Oriental style that the Prince Regent loved so well. Elegant black-lacquered cupboards with coloured inlaid images of birds and flowers stood against the walls, which were covered in delicate, light green silk. Gold-painted sofas and chairs, upholstered in dark green silk, and with fragile curved legs, surrounded a Chinese tea table of finely carved wood.

From one of the chairs, someone rose when Manon entered.

 

“Allow me to present my eldest son, Daniel,” Mr Brownslow beamed. “He asked if he could act as your accountant, Miss Favier, and assist you with the running of Greenhaven.”

Daniel Brownslow was in his early thirties; he was not much taller than Manon and had a figure that was just a little too plump. Yet he showed an easy charm and a kind smile that lit his hazel eyes and kindled a warmth in Manon’s heart. He placed his right hand on his heart and bowed deeply from the waist, albeit with a bit of difficulty. “It will be my utmost pleasure and honour to serve you to the best of my humble abilities, Miss Favier,” he said in a warm voice.

Manon politely listened to Mr Daniel Brownslow as he explained what his scheme was for Greenhaven. He certainly was intelligent and diligent; she had to give him that. He had thought of everything, from hiring a staff to calculating what would be needed for the efficient working of the infirmary, and even how they could make a modest profit by investing their excess money once they were in business. Needless to say, for the moment, there was no excess money yet, but that did not deter Mr Brownslow junior from the course he had set.

Mr Brownslow senior had drawn up a contract, which was signed by Richard, after a careful reading and approving of its contents. After a celebratory glass of brandy, Richard and Manon left the Brownslows and returned to The White Rose.

 

“So what is your opinion on young Brownslow?” Richard asked once they were out of Eastbourne on the road to Brighton. The countryside was lush and slightly hilly with fields of barley and wheat, interspaced with meadows dotted with sheep.

“He seems a competent and intelligent man,” Manon replied. “And a truly kind one, too. I like him, Uncle, and I think he will be an asset to our scheme.”

They drove on for a few minutes while Manon felt struck by a feeling of guilt; she had forced her uncle to spend money on this scheme, when he probably had no wish to do so.

“I have not even thanked you yet for what you did, Uncle,” Manon said, clasping her suddenly shaking hands in her lap.

He did not answer right away but cast a sideways glance at her. His expression was unreadable. After a while, he replied, “I was furious with you at first, but once I saw what you accomplished in so little time and with so few means, I had to admit that it was an excellent idea, Manon.”

He fell silent again, and Manon’s pulse suddenly raced at the gentleness of his tone. She could hear his approval clearly, and she was ridiculously happy with it.

“I…I was not sure if you…,” she tried, but the words got caught in her throat.

“If I would approve?” Richard said, turning his head. Then his beautiful smile hit her in full force. “You think singularly little of me, Manon, if you feared my judgement. I could never disapprove of a job well done – and it was, Manon, it certainly was.  I admire your pluck, and your tenacity, in striving to reach the goal you set for yourself.”

After a brief pause, he continued, “Have you been seeing Blackthorne again in the week that I was at Bearsham Manor?”

“Only once. We went out riding. He has not returned since.”

“I take it that Blackthorne has not come up to scratch, then?”

“No,” Manon answered quietly. “He was kind, and always the gentleman, but he did not ask for my hand.”

“Fool…” Richard muttered, under his breath.

“I would have refused him,” Manon said, clearly and determined.

That statement was a surprise for Richard, so much so that he steered the gig to the side of the road and stopped it. Phineas instantly started to graze on the road shoulder’s lush grass.

“Why? I thought you liked Lucian.”

Manon turned to look him in the face, unsettling him with the intensity of her gaze.

“I do like him, Uncle, but I could never marry a man that I do not love, especially when I like him. It would be a living hell for both of us, to live a life without love. Companionship is not enough for me, Uncle, nor is friendship. I want love, and passion, and the joy it brings. I could never do without those. I would rather stay alone and live my life the way I want. I think I have found what I want in Greenhaven.”

She is so lovely, Richard thought. How many times had that same notion crossed his mind, lately? Yet it was the absolute truth. His Manon was the loveliest woman he had ever set eyes on.

The way she looked at him now, with love glowing in those green eyes, set his heart racing, and he welcomed the feeling like the air he breathed. Even if they could never be together, he would always want to see the love she felt for him, Richard, in her eyes.

Then, suddenly, Richard stopped fighting the searing urge and surrendered. With a sigh escaping his lips, he leaned over and kissed her.

 

They did not touch other than by the joining of their mouths. Richard felt Manon’s answering jolt as clearly as he felt the sparkle of lightning run down his own spine. From that moment on, he lost himself in the feel of her soft, pliant lips as they parted to welcome him. She was as hungry as he was, and he steeled himself to keep from losing every shred of control and jumping from the gig with her in his arms so that he could…

Soft little moans escaped Manon, as she threw her arms around his neck. He felt her shaking body press against his, and suddenly, all his rational thoughts left him. He grunted with frustration, rose and lifted her into his arms. When he jumped down from the seat of the gig, Manon wrapped her legs around his waist and she never stopped kissing him. Her small hands were entwined in his hair as if she had to hold onto him for dear life.

Manon felt as if she were on fire. She could no longer think, no longer breathe, no longer contain herself. She had to cling tightly to Richard; she wanted to feel him and touch all of him! She was vaguely aware of him, carrying her through a hole in the hedgerow, and laying her down onto cool, soft grass.

And then they were tugging at each other’s clothes, breathing hard, seeing nothing but each other. Her breasts sprang free of her bodice as if they had a life of their own, but Manon did not stop to cover herself. She tore at Richard’s coat, shoving it from his shoulders while he lifted her skirts up to her waist. His hands were on her inner thighs, stroking harder and harder, and covering her sensitive skin with liquid fire everywhere they touched.

God, she was exquisite! She was all subtle, soft curves, firm femininity in a skin of pure silk. Her breasts begged for his lips, his tongue, his teeth, and Richard kissed, licked and sucked the hard, puckered nipples until she was moaning with need. He was so hard that he would burst any moment, if he did not…

Stop! You blithering fool, stop! He could not do this. He could not!

When he tore himself loose, the pain was agonizing. He heard Manon’s soft moan of protest and hated himself for letting her go. Hated the cruel God that installed this love in their hearts yet crushed it with the forbidding laws of sanity.

“I am sorry,” he whispered, his mouth still very near hers. “I did not want to do that, yet I wished it with all my heart.”

Then he released her, pulling up her bodice and lowering her skirts. He shrugged into his coat, stood, and reached for her hands to pull her to her feet.

Manon’s small hand touched his cheek in a gesture that gave comfort as well as understanding. “I know, my love and I feel the same pain as you do. Do not ever apologize for loving me.”

They stood frozen in their agony for a few moments, their brows touching; breathing hard in an effort to overcome their distress, they clung to each other.

Finally, Richard led Manon back to the gig and helped her up. He climbed up beside her, took up the reins, and clucked Phineas into a trot.

How on earth were they to survive this agonizing torture? Richard inwardly raged. How were they to shrug off the uncertainty that weighed upon them like a curse?

Next to him, Manon averted her flushed face to hide her hot tears from the man she was doomed to love.

 

Avatar 2: What We Know So Far

We’ve seen a lot of absolutely gigantic blockbusters over the last five years, from the record-shattering performance of James Gunn’s Guardians of the Galaxy to Peyton Reed’s summer hit Ant-Man to Zack Snyder’s Superman reboot Man of Steel, but none of them have been able to come anywhere close to the high bar set by James Cameron’s Avatar. Released in December 2009, the film continues to hold the record as the highest-grossing movie of all time, pulling in $2.782 billion worldwide. We have been patiently waiting for sequels to arrive ever since, and while the filmmaking team behind the franchise has been taking its time, they have some absolutely gigantic plans for the future.

Just like we’ve done for Captain America: Civil War, Batman V Superman, and many other major upcoming blockbuster movies, we have put together a special guide to help all of you keep track of the latest developments of Avatar 2 and beyond. Who from the cast of the first movie is coming back? Where will the new story take us? Read on to find out!

 

What Is The Release Date For Avatar 2?1462824140

Right now, the plan is to release Avatar 2 sometime in December 2018. The only problem with this forecasting is that the film has missed several production start dates and potential release dates already. With all the delays the film has experienced, plus the new plan to film all four sequels at once, it’s entirely possible that the movie will blow through this proposed release date once again.

What Is The Rating For Avatar 2?

Films with major blockbuster potential like Avatar 2 usually want to get as many butts into those theater seats as possible. So, while there’s been no word on the actual story of the sequel, it’s unlikely that it will drift into Rated R territory. We should also note that the original film received a PG-13 rating, and it’s a good bet that Avatar 2, and the three sequels planned after it, will attempt to stick with the same rating.

The Director

The first Avatar was truly a passion project for James Cameron, as the filmmaker spent years and years developing both the script and the technological advancements that needed to be made, so you didn’t really expect him to hand off the sequels to someone else, did you? Cameron will be coming back for not just Avatar 2, but for 3, 4 and 5 as well. He has some big plans for the technology side of things, and has talked about both filming at higher frame rates using performance capture underwater. You can be sure that Avatar 2 will push the boundaries of what can be accomplished in modern filmmaking. Cameron wants to show that the first film’s success was not a fluke. The director is certainly not expecting success to come automatically to the Avatar sequels simply because the first one did well.

The Script

James Cameron was the lone credited screenwriter on the first Avatar movie, but for the four sequels he has brought in a full team of collaborators who have helped him break down all upcoming chapters of the franchise. Josh Friedman, who penned Steven Spielberg’s War of the Worlds remake and was one of the key people behind the television series Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, was the first one to sign on, but he was followed by Rise of the Planet of the Apes veterans Rick Jaffa and Amanda Silver, and Armageddon‘s Shane Salerno, all of whom will be working side-by-side with Cameron. No plot details have been revealed yet, but the director has said that the sequels will introduce “whole new worlds, habitats, and cultures,” which very well could mean that we will get to meet some different kinds of intelligent alien species.

The major challenge that Cameron has to face with the script is that while he’s trying to write one story, he’s also trying to write four movies. It sounds like the script for Avatar 2 will not be a single story, but part of a larger one that will stretch through all of the upcoming sequels. Doing this has proven to be difficult, which the primary reason the film has taken as long as it has. He wants to be sure that the narrative is sound between all four films, while obviously also being consistent with the first. Since the plan is to film all four movies at the same time he has to make sure the scripts for all four films are ready to shoot before he begins filmingAvatar 2. Otherwise, he runs the risk of not putting something in this movie that he’ll need somewhere down the road.

Jake Sully

This will come as a surprise to absolutely nobody, but the main character of Avatar might be coming back for the franchise’s sequels. Sam Worthington, who has spent the years since his breakout role in the original sci-fi blockbuster starring in movies like Clash of the Titans, Man on a Ledge and Sabotage, had signed a deal that would have seen him playing human-turned-Na’vi Jake Sully for the foreseeable future. The Aussie actor was even the first to reveal the production start date in November 2013, saying, “I’ll be grateful if it finishes. I think Jim is building the ship to Pandora, to be honest.” But, now that we know the Avatar sequels will each tell different stories that simply form a complete saga, it’s unclear if there will even be a role for Worthington in any of the planned films. Of course, production didn’t start anywhere near November 2013, and has, in fact, still not begun to any significant degree, so casting on any of the sequels could change at any time.

Neytiri

If Jake Sully comes back, you know that his alien lady love would come back as well, and that had been the case. Like Sam Worthington, Zoe Saldana had confirmed that she would be back as Neytiri in Avatar 2, 3 and 4. The actress talked a bit about what she had seen from the production, and even admitted that she and James Cameron got very emotional discussing the story that was then supposed to play out over the next few years. But, with Saldana becoming a queen of the sci-fi genre in her own right since the release of Avatar, taking part in not just the new Star Trek films, but also Marvel Studios’ Guardians of the Galaxy, along with the fact that the Avatar sequels will each tell stories different from the original, it’s no longer a guarantee that she’ll be involved in any way. As with most of what’s been happening with the Avatar franchise, we’ll have to wait and see.

Dr. Grace Augustine

Many of you will probably remember that Dr. Grace Augustine (played by Sigourney Weaver) actually died in her Avatar form in the last movie, but, apparently, the original plan for Avatar 2 was not going to stop her from appearing in the sequel. Less than three months afterAvatar’s release in 2009, it was confirmed that Dr. Augustine has a place in Avatar 2. In October 2010, James Cameron explained the character’s survival by saying “Nobody dies in a science fiction movie,” but the real reason will presumably be revealed in the sequel, if Weaver’s character will still be involved.

What we do know is that whatever form Weaver takes in Avatar 2 will be evolving over time. A few years ago she said that her part is a little bit different in each sequel and that she’ll “transform somewhat” between them. However, it’s possible her character has been transforming even within the script writing process. Even more recently Weaver has said she’s not actually playing the same character in the sequels as she did in the original. So maybe Grace Augustine is dead after all, even though Sigourney Weaver will be back. It’s hard to say for sure at this point.

Colonel Miles Quaritch

Remember that quote about nobody really dying in a science-fiction movie? Well, that rule apparently applies to Stephen Lang’s Colonel Miles Quaritch, who we last saw getting two arrows through the chest courtesy of Neytiri. While audiences may have assumed that the villain had passed on, it turns out that’s not the case. Described as the “Darth Vader” of the franchise, our last information on Quaritch said that he was going to continue to be an antagonistic force in all upcoming Avatar sequels. James Cameron has said that he has a very interesting and unexpected arc through the movies, so he’s definitely a character to keep an eye on.

The Start Date

So when are they lighting the fuse on this rocket? 20th Century Fox was originally planning release dates in December 2016, December 2017 and December 2018 for the three films with production on Avatar 2 scheduled to begin in the fall of 2014, with the, then, three planned sequels shooting back-to-back-to-back with Avatar 3 and Avatar 4. This was basically James Cameron mimicking the system that worked so well for Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings and Hobbit trilogies, right down to the winter theatrical premieres.

As is not usual with big productions with so many moving parts this didn’t exactly work out. Cameron has been honest about the difficulties that he’s having putting together first three, and now four films that tell a coherent story. Unlike the previously mention Lord of the Rings Cameron is writing an original story himself, so he’s not simply adapting an existing plot.

Now, we’re almost half way through 2016, with only the barest hint of pre-production underway, and a current filming plan that will see four sequels film concurrently. Most recently, word from James Cameron noted that Avatar 2 is currently doing preproduction performance capture work, with a December 2018 planned release date. While the director says the film is in production, he’s still been refining the scripts even recently. Exactly when filming will begin is not currently known, but with Zoe Saldana currently filming Guardians of the Galaxy 2, it will have to be sometime after it wraps if she’s still to have a significant role in the franchise.

Once principal production on all four films has been completed, the extensive post-production process will begin, and in between movies you can probably expect that the production teams will come back together for reshoots.

New Technologies

James Cameron is known for his love of technology. He seems to always be looking for new ways to use the newest techniques to do something unique in his movies. His use of 3D in Avatar is one of the main reasons that the technology is still used today and his work on motion capture, especially with faces, was a big part of what Cameron used to sell Avatar to both the studio and the public.

But that was 2009, what has James Cameron been up to lately? Avatar producer Jon Landau has spoken with a man named Douglas Trumbull about a new film process that combines 4K resolution, 3D and high frame rates (up to 120 per second) into one package. This sounds like a match made in heaven for James Cameron. He’s a big proponent of both 3D and HFR so it would be far from surprising if this tech was adopted for this, or future Avatar sequels.

Because 3D essentially requires two frames in order to create it, getting 3D and a high frame rate at the same time is difficult, add in four thousand lines of resolution and the math gets even more complicated. All these things together, however, could bring Pandora to life like never before.

Future Sequels

Following Avatar 2 there will be at least three more movies. All sequels are expected to be filmed at the same time Avatar 2 with the sequels possibly releasing one per year each year after the release ofAvatar 2. But, could there be even more movies after that? The composer behind Avatar, James Horner, said a few years ago that Cameron actually already had four film scripts in the can at that point. At the time that was one more than the three movies Cameron had said he was planning on making. Apparently, the plan was to reorganize those four scripts into three movies. However, that’s been tried before. Peter Jackson was originally only going to make two Hobbit movies but when he ended up with enough material for three, that’s what happened, so this may be why the new plan includes a fourth sequel. In the world of the cinematic universe, the studios do not turn down franchises that can continue on while with great success. No movie has ever printed more money than Avatar so the possibility for four more movies, or even more than that, is better than you might think.

Reprinted from Cinema Blend

Warcraft: The Beginning 2016

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Warcraft is an epic adventure of world-colliding conflict based on Blizzard Entertainment’s global phenomenon. The peaceful realm of Azeroth stands on the brink of war as its civilization faces a fearsome race of invaders: Orc warriors fleeing their dying home to colonize another. As a portal opens to connect the two worlds, one army faces destruction and the other faces extinction. From opposing sides, two heroes are set on a collision course that will decide the fate of their family, their people and their home. So begins a spectacular saga of power and sacrifice in which war has many faces, and everyone fights for something.

UK May 30, 2016 US June 10, 2016

Ben Foster, Clancy Brown, Daniel Wu, Dominic Cooper, Paula Patton, Toby Kebbell, Travis Fimmel, Ben Schnetzer, Ruth Negga, Robert Kazinsky, Anna Galvin

 

Warcraft The Beginning (2016)