Philippe

I don’t approve of the lies Carlos brought upon Gael, but the context of not “not knowing things would happen so soon” is still a bit unexplained as to what Carlos envisioned in the first place. They both need to get away, not only Gael, but Carlos too, if not as lovers then as partners in crime as defined by a ruthless dad. Carlos himself is living in life threatening fear. Not only is it dangerous and oppressive, but as Gael and Carlos have shown, it’s going to increasingly more difficult to live the lie. Explaining the history and logic of decisions made under conditions of shock and surprise is not likely to be the best reflection of the full story. Likewise, when one love grows to overshadow an existing relationship, when is the opportunity to tell the previous relationship that it’s over when: the relationship is already distant; and the threat of life may result from an un-respectful breakup argument. The biggest lie yet may be the fact that Carlos is a dad. If the father is as controlling as it appears, then I wouldn’t put it past him to manipulate in entrapment of Carlos; get him into a marriage to continue the ego power trip of lineage. So is the baby really Carlos’s, or is it a from a rendezvous of daddy’s making. Then Natalie runs to the relationship as the most logical explanation for the untimely pregnancy. After all, they have been together for six years, so why now, and why is Carlos so surprised himself? Has he truly been able to fully perform a successful copulation or is this an unknown as many young men don’t know if what contact they had was logically enough to result in pregnancy?

Sounds like a couple of military personnel are looking to join such a supporting organization for kids; one already on the fence and the other may get medical consideration discharge.

Yeah, child friendly assassins. Not for a child care resume but it is an interesting twist in characters.

Yes! Even though that list was added later in the story, it help sort out many of the cast over multiple timelines and geographic locations…much like this story.

The rest of Bobby’s story must be a bit better as he may need help but he’s dealing with it rather well given what we just learned.

Just lay what looks like a 2032 snack know as goldfish on the plate. Just watch as the Hydro-sumption 4000 oven brings the essence developed as your printed synthetic grouper to its consumption form. You’ll never know the difference… as the original forms were killed off environmentally conscious cooperations to prevent humans from consuming and enjoying carnivorous meals. All life forms were extinguished to bring us to a level of higher environmental responsibility. After that, synthetics were quite popular and very profitable if you had invested like the billionaires that helped us become…virtually human. Early development was done with extensive help from Googlicious, Meta’s-Virtually Satisfied, Tik Tokobot Fast Food Delivery, just to name a few.

Not from the lectures at least, but listening in the hallways one may gleam subject matter reviews that can often be turned into note study and discussion points; it’s a great ice breaker for testing peer knowledge too.

Racking the balls in the close confines where only two balls are in play is a delicate matter, as compared to grabbing the pool cue, but the objective is mainly practicing the strokes; the pull back, the power thrust, and of course, angles for the shots.

Don’t speak too soon as pocket pool is a one man/boy game…as the boy stands with book held as his handy reference manual, or shy security blanket, or just as a wet spot concealer. HARD to believe he was such a studious geek.

Ahh yes, first penetrations, so far, so good; perhaps the next family visit, since they’re already beyond kissing cousins. The tortoise and the hare is a great reference point for making it to funville.

Is worth more than…two straight guy cocks in the shower

Oh, so two other stories that interweave, yet to go. Thanks for the explanation.

Why isn’t this other story posted, And the sequence for reading?

Composting? Nah, just simple in the front door, out the back door (pun intended)….that’s the out house lifestyle. 😆 I would probably put toilet and septic tank, then simple plumbing using a gravity hydraulic water pump. 😆 But I was joking about the kitchen just inside the front door. For our cabin, we had a home built in 1963 houseboat; with a hand pump head, a well pump head for the sinks, a propane refrigerator and stove, and the lights/wiring was a 12VDC system powered by a car battery with charging from a small gas engine and an old alternator/regulator; it was a river cabin with the comforts of home. Like a studio apartment with living area bed, foldout sofa, kitchenette, and one bedroom with bunk beds for us kids. Connecting to the cloud was limited to sticking your head out into the morning river fog, the newsfeed was in the kitchen when we got back home. I can also attest that robo calls were unheard of and any calls received had better have the caller introducing themselves by full name and stating what/who they were calling for or they got hung up on.

Hey now, cream style corn is great, and a properly stripped and dried corn cob is; easy to hold, the fingers don’t pop through tears, a simple rotation gives a clean slate, and it’s recycling with many supporters; just dry them proper and avoid bugs with a good hard rap up against the wall before using, plus that lets anyone waiting in the area know you’re rapping up…literally.

Dark night trips and those during bad weather, we had the alternative honey pot; and trust me, it sure wasn’t anything sweet about it. But even as a kid 👦, dark cold nights, to sit you butt over a cutout board, with nightmares already keyed up in your nighttime mind…., yup, monsters ready to bite your butt through a cutout. The honey pot is just fine at the point, plus it was much quicker to jump back under the quilts.

So that I can use two emojis. 😆

It chokes you as the churning interrupts smooth swallowing, especially as your lover thrusts deeper?. 🤷‍♂️

Hmmm 🧐, Momus, is part of a Mom(ento)us. Maybe an event I sense on the horizon. How ironic, it almost begs of the word meaning breakdown; Mom - ento:internal (within) - us. 😆 Could it be a hint of lineage impacts that may ring true to this story? Ok, word play over… Momus is too cute in puppy innocence and energy. Perhaps sturdy chew toys should be on recurring order. Much as Momus would agree, there is much to discover with many mysteries yet to discover, yet I keep looking. Nope, not gonna piss on it yet, far from it

What kid isn’t apprehensive and self conscious of early sex, sharing your private thoughts and body with someone that may criticize or judge you as they do when choosing teams for ball or science projects. Your frame of reference is vague at best. Now you want to risk this judgment in front of a group that could make up a team itself; what could possibly turn very embarrassing and humiliating, as it won’t be forgotten by unforgiving teens. Yet there are still the teen hormones and mentality that says matching a friend, step by step, buys into mutual risks and vulnerability; I will, if you will.

So maybe just a leg?

Hey, being randomly spontaneous everyday doesn’t mean it’s scheduled or timed! If it feels right, and it feels sooo good 😊, then…DO IT! Why do even boy toddlers pull at their penis…practice; and it feels good, feels like you should, like you want to, like you have to, like that’s what it’s for. That and your arms just happen to put your hands 🙌🏿 at just the right length/position to say…go for it! 🤣 Idle hands and idle minds…means you are recharging from having just practiced physics; normal pressures exerted increases blood flow, increases friction, raises temp,…aahhhh holy smokes. Who says homework sucks? Oh yeah, next lesson…repeat lesson one without hands 🙌🏿. 😮

Pop goes the weasel! Wanking weasels is projected to become a major pastime. Shhh 🤫, Rod, you don’t won’t them knowing what we do…??? Hmmm 🤔, a loose thread, like a boy’s toy, must be pulled.

Hmmm 🤔, this will be a challenging time; not the academics necessarily, but living near Tasters, a Boy Boutique… known as college.