[DomLuka] The Reunion

[rknapp]

Ok, Vic yelled at me for teasing him with my reservation about posting a story containing a sex scene for Doms birthday on the forum (I honestly thought it was against FORUM rules, since each individual author site should be at the authors discretion as to what get posted, so if any moderators happen by and get their knickers knackered, yell at Vic )

 

Anyway, this is sort of like a story I have had milling around my head for months, but never had the time or energy to write out in detail (I just woke up from a four hour nap, had one yesterday too ). If I ever chose to write this out as I have imagined, though, I would probably completely change the main characters', and his families' locations. But it would be the same people, same relationships, same belonging, same careers, same storyline, but I would probably also change the plot... I only took the time to say all that because I ran short on time writing this little short story, so I just cut to the chase and got them horizontal a little early

 

One other thing, the story is set somewhat into the future, I forgot to mention that in the story, but it's somewhere around the year 2009 (I mentioned Morgans Dodge Charger R/T was purchased four years prior, and I meant the NEW chargers that Dodge is selling now). This was because the story is major leap from where I would have started, had I been writing it out to my liking, which would have been multiple chapters if I wanted to torture any passersby with bad writing and little editing (I told you already, I'm lazy)

 

I guess that's all I wanna say, so without further aduei (sp?) Now I think I'll just sink away, in fear of flames...

 

The Reunion

 

The Harrington Project was really beginning to take its toll on me, in many ways. My eyes gradually developed dark bags under them, from very little sleep over the past year and half. I had developed a hunch in my back, possibly from no longer being able to hold myself up properly while harboring so much stress from this make or break project. I had also become very lethargic after having dealt with many self-centered people only concerned with themselves and their money, never the welfare of their projects or the people their actions could possibly, and in many cases did, hurt. It was a major relief when the ground breaking ceremony was held two days prior, but not all of the stress quite fully vacated my strained mind and body.

 

“Hey boss, why so glum? You should be celebrating! This asshole of a project is over and done with, why do you look as if we traveled back six months in time?” Deanne interrupted my thoughts. I pried my eyes from the object in my hands to shoot her a dirty look that clearly said I was not in the mood to remember most of the past year. Either she didn’t notice the meaning of the look, which was intended to drive her from my large office, or she was her usual self and didn’t care much. She calmly walked around the large oak desk that I sat behind and around my tall leather chair so she could peer over my shoulder. “What are you looking a… oh,” exclaimed my secretary. She was more than a secretary; she was my first real friend since I left the vineyard in California for new opportunities in South Florida. Carrying the title of best friend, of course, gave her the ability to pry into my business without reprisal, but when it came to the object in my hand, she was the first person to leave me to my own devices, and made absolutely sure that there were no interruptions until the tall, thick, oak doors of my office opened up, and I walked through. It was like this since I first started to feel the weight the Harrington Project put on my shoulders, and my career for that matter. This object was the only thing that really kept me from falling apart in front of all of the corruption that shrouded this project. This time, however, she did not leave me.

 

“You miss him a lot, don’t you?” she asked, as she came around the chair, and leaned against the desk next to me. For thirty-two years of age, she truly was a stunning example of a woman. At five foot nine, she was among the tallest women I knew, and most of that height was made up in her excellently shaped pair of legs which, as she sat down on the desk, became more and more visible when her skirt rode up her thighs slightly. The skirt was deep shade of lavender, which went well with the lighter of shade of lavender in the silk blouse she wore. As was typical of Deanne, the blouse left nothing to the imagination when it came to cleavage, and she was quite aware of that fact. This was truly set off by her trim figure, giving her the body that most women want to have, and most men want to make love to. Her flawless complexion was adorned by thin-framed glasses that actually made her sexier, despite popular belief of such facial accessories. Her naturally blonde hair, with subtle curls, was tied back today, which made for a package that should have been making me jump between those sexy thighs and having my way with her as the celebration she had suggested earlier.

 

I should have been eyeing her gorgeous body, but that was not the plan set for me. The plan set for me was in the object in my hands. I hadn’t even realized that I was holding it until she walked into the room. I looked back at the picture. “Every waking moment that my attention is not held by something else,” I replied when too much silence passed between us, “it’s been exactly two years today that I left the vineyard. Exactly two years since I last saw him, and everyone else I left behind. All because of this damned project.” The object that I held was a picture frame. A simple black rectangular desk frame that held a very precious picture behind the polished glass. The picture had been taken over five years ago, on my twenty-first birthday. I remember that night as if we had only parted ways for our respective homes just five minutes ago, instead of five years ago. Being six months older than I was, Jeremy was eager to be there with me when I tasted my first tall frothy mug of legal alcohol. It wasn’t very tasty, and actually tasted similar to ear wax, but I enjoyed it still because of my companion. But it wasn’t the alcohol, the atmosphere of the bar in San Francisco, or the activity going on around us throughout the night that had held my attention in the picture. It was the last minute that we were together that night that brought me so much calm every time I looked at this picture. For that last full minute, we were locked in what at the time was the most passionate kiss of my young life, which had marked the beginning of our deeply rooted relationship.

 

“Two years… what’s stopping you from going back?” Deanna asked me. I just gave her a perplexed look.

 

“The Harrington Project is over; you’re free to do what you want now. Especially with the money you made on it. Haven’t you thought about going home for a couple of weeks? A vacation,” she clarified.

 

Actually, that thought never did cross my mind. This blasted project had consumed so much of me that my mind was burnt out, and I possessed next to no reasonable thought.

 

“July 4th is coming up, why don’t you pack up your car and head west for two weeks? I can hold down the fort for now, since there really isn’t much to do around here.”

 

“Dee, I love you,” I said to her as I replaced the picture on the cluttered desk, stood up from my executive chair, and gave a light kiss to her soft cheek. You know, it sometimes bothers me how her beauty was wasted on me, and this action brought a bright smile to her face, which seemed to illuminate the whole dark atmosphere the room had contained moments ago, “I’ll leave early in the morning, and see you again on the twentieth.”

 

“Good, take a good long rest, and I am going to call your mother and tell her to ignore you when you tell her that she cooked too much, you can’t live your life on take out!”

 

 

To celebrate the ground breaking ceremony, I took Deanne out to dinner to one of the finest restaurants in Bay Side. It was a lovely evening, as we shod our employer-employee relationship and talked like the best friends that we really were. The food was excellent, and she protested when I snatched her purse away from her feminine hands as she attempted pull out her credit card and pay for the dinner, and gave our gentleman of a waiter my own card. Deanne was the type who never wanted anyone to make her life easier. She wanted to make it on her own ever since she broke up with her last serious boyfriend after he made the comment that she could never survive without someone holding her hand.

 

When I got home that night, I prepared the house for vacancy for the next few weeks. I cleaned it up; packed away any open food containers, took out the garbage and recycling, and phoned the neighbor boy, offering one hundred dollars to him if he would collect my newspapers and mail over the coming weeks. It was generous, but I knew that he was saving up for a car for his coming senior year of high school and he deserved it.

 

Then, I packed only one suitcase of clothing. I didn’t need more, because if I knew my mother at all, my old room was exactly as I had left it two years ago, with all my old clothing that would surely fit considering I haven’t grown since I graduated from high school. I took the suitcase to the garage, and placed it in the trunk of my car. As I walked back to the door leading back into the house, I gave the car a good look. The sleek black Dodge Charger R/T hadn’t changed much since my grandparents had purchased it for me, as a graduation present for graduating from college four years ago. It was precious to me, because it flowed with love from them, and was one of the few things I had to remember them by, alongside the house that I lived in down in Florida, and the other car that sat on the other side of the Charger.

 

For the first time in many months, I went to bed before midnight and in high spirits no less. I wasn’t going to phone ahead and tell everyone of my coming arrival, I wanted to surprise them, as I was hoping that news of the Harrington Project’s completion hadn’t reached the west coast yet. The story that was written on the ceremony two days ago was due to appear in tomorrow’s paper here, as it was a private ceremony and the contractors wanted the site completely fenced off before the public was aware of the resort that was going up now. But, the criticism that was bound to occur was not going to disrupt what was sure to be a wonderful night’s sleep, as I drifted into unconsciousness with memories of Jeremy at the front of my mind.

 

 

I think the most relaxing part of the drive to California during the next few days was traveling through Arizona and New Mexico, on nearly deserted desert roads. I don’t think I went under 100 miles per hour, and lucky for me I had no run-in’s with police. Just watching as everything around me flies by with great speed, and I was in complete control for once. For those hours, and hundreds of miles, nothing else mattered. I was by myself and free to do as I wished. No paper pushing idiot behind a government desk was going to tell me that I couldn’t do this because of that. The cars eight cylinders and hemispherical heads were very eager to travel so quickly, and who was I to deny them any of that glory? Nevertheless, I made it to the family vineyard in just over two days. I would have been there early in the morning on July 3rd, at possibly three o’clock. But I wanted to pull up right about when my father would be going out onto the oversized stone patio of the house to watch the morning sky appear as he drank his coffee, and read the newspaper, just as he has been doing every morning for the past decade. The stable converted to a car port was located not far from the patio, and my arrival in the black Charger would be very visible as I approached the car port. I left the hotel one hour before I expected him to go outside, which was just over an hour from the house. The final leg of my long journey came to close as I reached the sign for the family vineyard, at seven o’clock in the morning. I turned the sleek car into the gravel drive, and proceeded up its length, which put a large distance between the road and the house itself. Instead of turning around and heading to the canopied front entrance, I drove the car around to the back of the house and over to the garages. Sure enough, there was my father, sitting at the patio table, sipping his coffee, and reading the newspaper in his hands. It wasn’t until I came to a complete stop in front of the garage door, that he looked up from whatever article he was reading, and watched as I climbed out of the car, and large smile spread across his face. I made my way over to him on the patio from the car. The house was built into enough of hill that the basement was visible and accessible from the outside around the back of the house, so there was a steep set of stone stairs that brought me up to the patio, and brought my father and me eye to eye. I stopped at the landing, and just stared at him, both of us having infectious grins on our faces as he rose from his chair, made his way over to me, and embraced me in a fatherly hug.

 

“Your mother has been expecting you since yesterday,” was the first thing he said to me.

 

“What? How did you two know I was coming?”

 

He chuckled slightly and said, “Dee phoned the day before yesterday and said you were coming to visit,” he pointed to the morning paper, which displayed the article describing the completion of the plans, and beginning of construction for the Harrington Project in Deerfield Beach, “she told us that your latest project was over with, and you would be spending the next few weeks with us.”

 

“I told her to keep quiet…,” I pouted. Oh well, so my surprise wasn’t entirely a surprise, but at least I was home again.

 

 

 

 

 

Reuniting with my family was, at best, taxing. My father was happy to see me again, but my mother… Holy damn she would have you think I had disappeared one night, without saying goodbye, and then returned three decades later. As short as she was, she somehow managed to stuff my face into her bath robed bosom, repeating over and over “My baby is home!”

 

It was my father who came to the rescue. He cleared his throat and said “Ida, dear, for chrissake give the boy the chance to breath.” Once she was satisfied that I really was standing, or bending down, before her, and not some illusion, she let up on her grip, but held her hands to my shoulders, and looked me over.

 

“Oh dear, Dee wasn’t kidding when she said you could use a good home-cooked meal,” she said. “Come! Come! I made this breakfast just for you!”

 

And what a breakfast it was. Piles of pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, and homemade syrup. If there was any one thing that my mother had mastered in her fifty-nine years, it was cooking. Once she got started, she would cook a meal fit for not a king, but his entire royal family, including distant relatives. Luckily I was not required to eat it all by myself. The pair had been waiting for me so that we could eat together, as I figured out when I noticed three place settings on the long mahogany dining table. “Mom, you outdid yourself once again,” I complimented as I bit into a stack of pancakes. Her talents had definitely improved since I was there last, as I managed to wolf down three plates of the stuff. This only served to plaster a huge white smile on my dear mothers face. She wanted nothing more than for her children to be satisfied, and would go to great lengths to see to it that we remained so.

 

I guess that was one of the reasons she accepted my sexuality so quickly. She was shocked, oh yes. But after maybe twenty-four hours, she did her damndest to make sure that I was happy regardless of her personal beliefs. My father had taken longer to make the adjustment. I think the reasons behind that revolved largely around his dream for grand children. Obviously his eldest son was no longer going to fulfill his dreams, but, as promised by the people whom he speaks to on the subject, his other two children could still produce viable offspring. Michelle had twins on the way with her husband Richard in Newport, and, as the after meal conversation revealed, little Mike was engaged to that lovely girl, Anna, from San Diego. Neither was present that day, due to distance and school, respectively.

 

We three talked about many things that day. Most of it was simply catching up. As I mentioned, I learned of Mike’s engagement to Anna, and the wedding was set the day after his graduation from Stanford. I filled them in on what was going on in Deerfield Beach. Of course, they wanted to know all about the Harrington project, which had consumed so much of my time, but I had made a promise to the other people involved not to reveal anything about it until the grand opening, set two years in the future.

 

I spent the rest of the day simply wandering the grounds, getting reacquainted with my past. I loved the vineyard. When I was a lot younger, before junior high, I would get up in the middle of the night and take a stroll through the vineyard, breathing in the moist night air, and staring at the moonlight. Hell, it was in the vineyard, along a nearby stream, that Jeremy and I first made love, when I lost my virginity to him. Those were happier times, and although I woke up tired and irritable every morning, I continued to do such things until my mother caught me, and grounded me for being up past my bedtime.

 

After a short afternoon nap, I had dinner with my parents, and then went straight back to bed. I was still tired from the long drive over, and tomorrow was to be a big day. Tomorrow was the day I was going to reunite with my Jeremy. It was two years since we last met, so I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. And if I did admit to simply being nervous, it would be an understatement. It was a miracle that I succumbed to the sand man at all.

 

 

 

 

 

Jeremy lived in a studio apartment by himself, approximately an hour away in his hometown of San Francisco. According to my parents, he was simply living off of the allowance his wealthy parents gave him each month until he found what it was that he truly wanted in life. What made me think hard on that was when my mother said he started doing that about a month after my departure. It made my heart soar, because the day I left, he said he would be waiting for me. Depressing as it was that his life was a mess without me, it was touching. I could only hope that my arrival would brighten his spirits, though, because it would otherwise be very awkward. And awkward it was, as I shifted the Charger into park, outside the address my mother scribbled onto a piece of paper for me. The building was in a relatively nice part of town. Quiet as San Fran could possibly be, and the surrounding area appeared to be well maintained, and definitely upper-class.

 

I stepped out of the car, and closed the door soundly. My heart was acting as though I had just run four miles as fast as I could without taking a break, as I approached the building. It was an open building, two stories, with stairs leading straight to the upper level apartments where I had parked the car. M-108 was my destination. I must have stood in front of that door for what seemed like hours, simply staring at the gold characters, mounted on fresh black paint. A million questions were running through my head just then. Would he remember me? Would he be happy to see me? Would he hate? What if he found someone else, in my stead? Oh god, what if hated me for leaving? What if the promises he made me were just lies? Deep down I knew I was just being paranoid. The love we had shared in the short time we had before my departure, were nothing short of wondrous. We shared many things, including our bodies. I knew I yearned for his touch again, but after all this time, would he feel the same way?

 

I shook the nasty thoughts from my head, and decided it was now or never. I raised my right fist, intent on rapping lightly on the door, but didn’t get the chance, as the black door moved away from me, and was replaced by a very bewildered Jeremy, who appeared to be going for a jog.

 

“Morgan…” Jeremy spoke first, “you’re here.” He looked dumbfounded. Apparently news of my arrival hadn’t reached his ears.

 

A smile that I could no longer contain played across my face.

 

“It’s really you?”

 

“Yea, I decided it was high time to take a long vacation.”

 

“Wow, I can’t believe you’re standing at my doorstep.” I decided it was too long that we were standing apart, and we came into a mutual hug. A hug among friends separated by years of time. “Oh, come in, please! I was just about to go for a run, but f**k that.” That made me giggle, “Oh god don’t do that, you’re going to make get me all hot and bothered.” Yep, he was still my Jeremy. All of the questions that were running through my head moments before vanished into the abyss, as I entered Jeremy’s studio apartment. It was very nicely decorated. To someone not in the know, it would be assumed that Jeremy was just a simple bachelor, waiting for Ms. Right to come along and whisk him to the cottage with a white picket fence in suburbia. Although, he was really waiting for me to come back, as I turned around, and we immediately embrace again. I told myself I would not cry, but I was so happy to seem my Jeremy again that I simply could not contain the tears any longer. I wasn’t alone, if the sudden dampness on my shoulder, and sniffling in my ear was of any indication.

 

“Oh god Jeremy, I missed you so much,” I said as we cautiously separated, only to come together in a passionate kiss. That was his acknowledgment and agreement. We kissed and kissed, and our tongues dueled until both of our mouths were sore and lips puffy.

 

“Come on,” he walked backwards over to the bed, and sat down, never taking his eyes off of me. “Sorry, I needed to sit down before I collapsed.

 

“Not a bad idea actually, but I think the bed was a poor choice. You see, that will only get you into trouble.” With that, I pushed the grinning Jeremy onto his back, and straddled his waist, resuming the kissing frenzy that had occurred in the entryway. Jeremy encouraged my actions simply by kissing me hard, and running his hands up and down my broad back, until eventually his hands caught the end of my t-shirt, and began to roll it up. I sat up, leaning against his legs, which were bent at the knee with his feet planted firmly on the bed. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt, and pulled it over my head, revealing the torso that I had managed to keep in relatively nice definition since last we met. I told him I wanted to be more defined. He told me that doing so was only for his benefit, and he thought I was sexy and defined already. As I tossed the shirt sloppily on the floor behind us, he ran his hands over my muscled chest and abs, as though he were getting reacquainted with my body.

 

I let his hands wander until my penis told me enough was enough, it was his turn. I grabbed both of his hands, removed them from my body and, while leaning down, planted them over his head, continuing our passionate kiss. With one hand I held his wrists on the bed over his head, and with my free hand, I grabbed the bottom of his shirt, and pulled it up to his neck. I removed my mouth from his and planted it over his right tit, suctioning the nub it contained like a suction cup. He moaned in excitement, which only served as encouragement to bite and suckle the nipple until it was erect in my mouth. I performed the same ministrations on the other nipple, until he had two Eiffel towers on his broad chest, which was complete with a light amount of dark fur. I kissed and licked my way down his chiseled body until I reach his navel.

 

“Oh god.” He exclaimed as my lithe tongue prodded and probed his navel, and the taste of soap told me the boy had showered only moments before. While I tasted his button, my hands moved to his erect nipples, tweaking them for all they were worth, producing the most audible moan yet. He removed the remainder of his shirt, while moaning my name over and over so loud I swear the neighbors would be inclined to call the police for domestic violence.

 

Deciding his nipples had had enough, I moved my hands to his running shorts. Pulling them down ever so slightly revealed that my long time lover had intended on ‘letting it all hang out’ so to speak, as my bare chest didn’t come into contact with undies, but rather a sizeable, and leaking, erection. I sat up between his legs, pushing them into the air, removing his running shorts as I went, and tossing them to the side. I sat there, looking over the sight before me. It had been two long years since I had last seem Jeremy naked, and so available. His feet fell to either side of me, but as I bent down to kiss his hot mouth again, I felt them wrap around my waste, as he trapped me within his naked limbs.

 

It was a moan of displeasure that got my attention. I backed off, forcing his legs apart, and realized what the problem was immediately. I still had my jeans on, and they could in no way be comfortable scraping against his exposed erection the way they were.

 

I moved to unbutton them, until he grabbed my hands and said “No no, that’s my job,” and with a sly grin, he managed to flip us so that now he was straddling my waist and repeated everything I had done to him. Vengeful little bastard he was, sucking at my breast much like I had his. The difference is that he remembered that my nipples were hardwired to my penis. So every suck, every bite, every lick, every moan into my nipple, cause the wet spot on my jean-clad package to get bigger and bigger.

 

“Oh for the love of Jesus just get to it, you little AHHH!” I screamed as in one fell swoop, his tongue was in my button and his fingers practically wrenching my nipples off. He grinned up at me, and slowly licked his way down my treasure trail until he reached the top of my jeans. The pleasure that was flowing through my body was so excruciating that I was near tears, and he knew it. He slowly sat back on my thighs, and unbuttoned my jeans. He gently reached into the opening and cupped my package, only a thin piece of the boxer material separating us. I let my head fall back and raised my hips as he got off of me, and removed my jeans and boxers, before quickly sitting back down on my hips so that my cock was nestled in between his smooth butt cheeks.

 

“I’ve wanted this again for so long Morgan,” he said as he ground his ass on my hot poker of an erection. “For so long…” he bent down and planted a quick kiss on my mouth before rising again to reach back and grasp me with his right hand.

 

“Yes, but not until later you little Vixen,” I replied, and puzzled him thoroughly until I grabbed his hips tightly, and pulling him forward, took all of him into my mouth. The sudden warm moisture surrounding his cock forced him to cry out in sudden pleasure, and fall forward, so that his abs were in my face, his head was in the bedding above mine, and he started to slowly face f**k me. Once his pole was thoroughly slobbered, I pulled myself up and out so that I could spread my legs for him. He took the hint and grabbed my legs in the air. He slowly started to hump the hot air surrounding my genitals, and did something that really set me off. You see, my feet are very sensitive. So when he took my big toe into his mouth, I just started writhing on the bed like a gelatinous mass of pleasure. He sucked each toe, individually, on both feet, until it seemed like my nuts would be ending this all too quickly.

 

Grinning like the mischievous bastard that he was, he pushed my legs up to my knees and went straight for the spasming muscle that would see a lot of activity relatively quick. His tongue first caressed my sack, furthering my moaning, until slowly he started to make his way down my perineum, making sure to get every square inch of skin good and wet, before reaching the pink ring that practically screamed for attention.

 

“OH GOD YES!” I screamed as his tongue saved me from further torment and simply plunged right in to the hilt. As his tongue coated my anus, his mouth suctioned the surrounding area. After a few seconds of this, he inserted a digit into my tunnel, making me go ever wilder. It was a wonder that I never came, even as he eventually worked three fingers into my rectum, thoroughly stretching me.

 

“Now baby, now! Before I can’t take it anymore!” I panted and begged breathlessly. He obliged by removing his tongue and fingers leaving me with a momentary feeling of emptiness as he reached over my head to the nightstand, producing a packaged condom from the top drawer. With surprising calm, he tore open the package, and unraveled the condom over his spit-covered erection.

 

“Are you ready babe?” he asked sincerely. He didn’t have to wait for a verbal reply, as I was sure the pleading expression on my face was enough. He lined the head of his manhood up to my quivering stretched asshole, and pushed. The three fingers in me moments ago had been enough such that the head of his engorged organ could pop in, but I was still seized with pain, as it had been years since this last occurred. He sensed my discomfort, and paused, while gently caressing my chest and ass. After about a minute of this, I released the tension in my ass, which was the signal for him to start to insert more of him into me. Slowly inch by inch, he moved forward, until I felt his soft orbs come into contact with my crevice.

 

He bent down and covered my mouth with his, and we shared a passionate kiss as my legs wrapped around his waist, and he started to rock back and forth, slowly making love to me. The next thirty minutes were a blur. To the best of my knowledge, a lot of “Oh baby,” “YES!” “Don’t pull out, not ever!” “Harder!” and “I love you so much,” floated around that bed as we made love for the first time in many moons. I had arrived at his apartment after the normal dinner time had passed, so it was dark as he finally pulled his softening cock out of my body, and I released him so he could dispose of the condom, before rejoining me on the bed. Our hot sweaty bodies were cemented together as we continued to breathe heavily, and kiss now and then. The funny thing was that night coincidentally was the fourth of the July, but even if it wasn’t, we had our own fair share of fireworks going in that studio apartment in San Francisco, as the two of us fell into a deep, sated sleep. Two lovers, reunited.

Edited October 12, 2005 by rknapp

[NaperVic]

Mr. Knapp,

 

That was an AWESOME story!!!!!! I hope you write more and share it with us.

 

Unfortunately, since this story wasn't released on Dom's actual birthday, you weren't sent the pre-release of TOU CH24 like B1ue and I were. It's too bad because the fireworks in the strip club, oh man!!!!

 

Vic

[rknapp]

Cheeky bastard

 

Lol please tell me you're foolin' me... I'm susceptable to sarcasm... and very gullible when it comes to subjects so passionate as unreleased chapters

[NaperVic]

Cheeky bastard

 

Lol please tell me you're foolin' me... I'm susceptable to sarcasm... and very gullible when it comes to subjects so passionate as unreleased chapters

 

I wouldn't lie about something like this .

 

You would not BELIEVE Mrs. Moore. The way she.... And OMG, Quinn!!! He was sooo....... And then Jude...man how unexpected!

 

The most surprising thing of all was what happened between Taylor and Brad. I'm still in shock over that one.

 

Chapter 24 easily outpaces all previous 23 chapters...combined.

 

I think you'll like it, when it's finally released to you.

 

Vic

[rknapp]

Great, now I'm gonna develop RCS (Refresh Click Syndrome) and lose all functionality in my right index finger, and then my left middle finger when I switch hands.... I know some people on this forum have suffered from it in the past

[B1ue]

He lies. He lies terribly. I only WISH I got to see that chapter. I'm dying to find out why the hell Ms. Moore went into a strip joint.

[rknapp]

I figured he would, Dom only JUST released 23, so 24 is probably still a week, two at the most away.

[NaperVic]

He lies. He lies terribly. I only WISH I got to see that chapter. I'm dying to find out why the hell Ms. Moore went into a strip joint.

 

Oh. You didn't get it B1ue? Maybe your email program blocked it and thought it was spam.

[BoyNeedsTherapy]

Vic vic vic, I am disappointed by how much you lie! Tut tut! *shakes head*

[NaperVic]

Vic vic vic, I am disappointed by how much you lie! Tut tut! *shakes head*

 

Benji !!!! Stop spreading these rumours about me. People might get the wrong idea about me . <--- See? I'm an angel, angel's don't lie.

 

You're not disappointed, you're just mad that I didn't send you a sneak peek of 24.

 

I'm just finally glad Chapter 24 was released. Now I don't have to keep it secret. I wanted to tell all of you guys about 24 -- seriously -- but Dom made me promise .

 

Smooches!

 

Vic

Edited October 24, 2005 by naper_vic

[rknapp]

 

Benji !!!! Stop spreading these rumours about me. People might get the wrong idea about me . <--- See? I'm an angel, angel's don't lie.

 

You're not disappointed, you're just mad that I didn't send you a sneak peek of 24.

 

I'm just finally glad Chapter 24 was released. Now I don't have to keep it secret. I wanted to tell all of you guys about 24 -- seriously -- but Dom made me promise .

 

Smooches!

 

Vic

 

 

Why is that halo suddenly tarnishing... very rapidly... and it's crooked... Ok now it's rusting and contorting... up, nevermind, it fell to the ground.. ew it didn't even bounce, just plopped down in a heap of melted lead... hey wait aren't halos made of solid gold? Why is there lead...

[BoyNeedsTherapy]

See, you're not an angel, just someone with a fake halo...tut tut tut