Normally when I work at night I flip to a cooking show and start watching that. There are only so many work related things to read, and everyone knows that I am more into footwear than technology anyways. Sometimes I watch a game, the Milwaukee Bucks have been on a hot streak lately, the Bradley Center of my youth has been replaced by the Fiserv Forum (few things smach of North American hubris as the naming of ballparks and convention centers after companies with more money than good taste in naming rights, but I digress), that night I was restless. Since I work exclusively with men, we talk a lot about sex. Who is having it, who isn't, how much they are getting, who would bang the MILF that was in with her volleyball playing daughters, the guys talk about their cocks, other people's tits, we've had camel toe conversations, and I can pretty much guarantee that any HR employee would fire us collectively if any of the conversations we have on a daily basis were overheard by members of said task force.…

"They're not real," said the boy in the Home's lunchroom.

Jon looked up. "What?"

The strange boy sat on the bench across from him and wordlessly began placing his food onto the table. When the new boy's tray was clear, he lifted it up, exposing the metal bottom. Though it was scuffed in places, the sides were still smooth enough to catch the light. The boy tilted the tray until Jon could see a hazy reflection: a broken and grinning face of a man he'd never met looking…

Lord Uxbridge's leg was a famous leg, more specifically, the right leg of British cavalry commander Henry Paget, 2nd Earl of Uxbridge (in later years the 1st Marquess of Anglesey), which was blown off by a cannonball in the waning moments of the Battle of Waterloo. The leg later became one of the most famous legs in Europe and a major tourist attraction, before meeting its demise.

Breaking a Leg

Lord Uxbridge was a British nobleman whose original career…