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I'm in nightshift, so that won't happen, lol! Nice try, though. 😛 Aww, thanks. He is, isn't he? But it's gotta wrap. I've not much more to tell, with these two. Yes, all is well. Just lazy.

Alrighty then; you'll be happy to know I've begun the final chapter. It should appear sometime this week!

It's not.

Yeah, yeah, yeah! Busy! Beautiful weather! Too hot indoors!

It's coming, trust me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah! I just came out of nights this morning, and got a nice week of freedom ahead of me. Nice weather too, but I plan on finishing this one this coming week! 😎

Nooo, there is another chapter and Epilogue coming. I've just been busy.

Thank you. Once I finish The Butler, I will resume on this one and also finish it. The end is not far off.

July 1st, 2011, Greenwich, CT. Two days later the long weekend arrived and I wished it would have been, oh...another ten years before it did. I was being very selfish, wanting more alone time with Greg. In the last few days, we hadn’t really been able to separate from each other long enough to let coffee go cold, much less eat a decent meal. Well, we did eat, in the kitchen, naked at the counter; the butter got used in multiple ways and was rapidly becoming a favorite of mine. Alright, most

I'm afraid this one will have to tide you over for about 5 days; I go into night shifts again. But here is a little spoiler for the next chapter:

June 29th, 2011, Greenwich, CT. It was rather ironic that it was around Independence Day when I, very willingly and quite happily, gave up mine. The holiday itself was normally not an event the family celebrated together since I had joined old Mr. Montgomery here; one year it was Seth and Kat coming over, another was William, one where both were present but never all together and Greg had never visited for it. I didn’t expect this year to be any different. None of them had indicated want

Mmmmaybeh, maybeh not!

You forgot Lana? Seriously! How wude!

Oooh, you're so close. But not entirely.

Dread it. LOL!

Read on! Read on!

Oh yes. It's definitely mutual.

Ah, he didn't, though. Mr. Montgomery, I mean. Didn't have him checked out.

Oy! No peeking!

You. Are. Right. on. The. Money. Honest to God, I wrote this with a male version of Vivian in my mind. Originally, this story was much different. I sat on a 'shelf' for years. Wow, and you picked up on that. Right away. Awesome!

Perceptive. I won't ruin your experience reading, but gawd, do I wish to.

Thanks! All I can say is: stick with it...

In the previous chapter, as well as this one and possibly some of the next, I'm considering a rewrite. Not fully, just edit it to a more agreeable standard. Some of it goes too far. My task as a writer, even as a hobby, is to entertain, not alienate and anger people.

I'm sorry to those readers that got angry; I would like to apologize to those thinking I advocate physical violence, of any kind. As a story device, this is as bad as it gets. It's pretty bad indeed, and in this current day and age (it's abhorrent in all ages, to my mind) a surefire jail-sentence or at least a trip to the police. I've re-read the story up to here, and I might actually have to rewrite some of this, and two or three other chapters, to tone it down. I wrote much of this years ago, and did not think. No excuse, of course. I don't wish to alienate anyone from here and possibly stop reading. It actually does get much more pleasant after this and I hope that one day soon, I may see those readers again. I personally address those who reacted with an angry icon and sincerely apologize if it gave offense. I shall do better: @Buz @Dr. John NYC, @Netvoyager , @mogwhy and @craigster3999

June 13th, 2011, Greenwich, CT. It was somewhat amazing how rapidly I adapted to this relationship and how good it all felt, like slipping into a nice warm bath, at once familiar and enveloping. I was fast becoming happy, a sensation I hadn’t expected due to my own preconceptions about Greg himself, D/s and the different implementations of it. I’d never heard of this version existing before, imagining an extension on regular D/s with possibly different usage of toys, equipment and frequency;