Philippe

I had lots of start-stops in my sleep last night, but then had an early doctor follow-up appointment this morning; made worse by needing to fast for bloodwork, which also means delaying my pain meds that make me nauseous on an empty stomach. All that lines up to make a very rough morning. 🤮 And I don’t drink coffee.

It can be a type of foreplay… 😇

Now, more than 45 years later, we still talk off and on but at least yearly. He IS the lover that my wife later found out about and just couldn’t get it through her head that we weren’t having an affair. We had been lovers well before her introduction into my life…yet, she decided to end our marriage. Unlike where the roommate and I had discussed our relationship with no regrets…other than we wished we had met a little earlier in our school years and had a chance to better learn each other, prepare and align shared goals, and give ourselves the chance we may or may not have been able to survive, but that we definitely deserved to have. My daughters all know of him and know that he is still a cherished friend and remains a cherished part of my life even now. We talk when inspired by career type news, industry interests, birthdays, holidays, and whenever we feel like it; like perhaps a college rivalry game that puts us back to the day of our very very bold first public kiss in the camping section of the game parking grounds. So while it’s different than what you may have expected for a happy ending, compared to many youthful relationships that are lost to yesteryear, our relationship and bonding is still there, it’s just not a sexual relationship.

Wow Wow, an eye popper. The roommates new roommate was maneuvering to become possessive or just in his way bing protective. But the car wash in progress was with that new roommate in very short, shorts, and he was a shower that was not contained in those shorts while making his own version of the car wash while going commando. As my former roommate sighed and said we could go hang out inside; ahem, no, it wasn’t a pun and I’m no prude, but the scenery outside was distracting. 😂 Btw, they were just roommates and not involved, nor did that roommate last very long as his roommate. The former roommate and I discussed our whole worlds as if nothing was held back or secret from the other. As we discussed the truth and the rumors from just before my departure until the return visit that had me sitting in the living room of my former apartment. We had come to the same conclusion, that a friend had tried to play us against each other in distrust, and the end result was he lost both of us as friends. Friendship endures when true…

A friend, or thought to be so, saw the opportunity for increasing the pressure of that pending wedge of decisions. He started trying to manipulate my time with some part time employment I did for the business. Then rumors started, that were not true, but sowed doubts on the future of our relationship that was already on a hourglass queued on my graduation. Out of money, out of time, I graduated and moved back home pending my employment start date…which was delayed as again the employment opportunities and onboarding were a slow pace on the economy of that time. On the phone with the now former roommate and upon my return visit to see that roommate, I was learning the rumors seemed to be originating with the co-owner of the very business that was giving me very specific jobs, jobs that put me working with him and at times that he somewhat knew took me away from the roommate; and worse was the timing put me in position of doubt with the roommate as I would be with the rumor maker. It didn’t stop there as even before returning to visit I had a call that the co-owner really wanted my help witha problem on his car…that I was familiar with that German make/model. He drove to my hometown to get that help, but to also drive that wedge deeper and wider as that again provided opportunity for rumor and to likewise hookup as you guys are done and going your own ways. Hmmm 🤔, how would he know what we didn’t and what we hadn’t discussed as having any changes since last. My huge mistake to try to help him as he played the need up while I didn’t question motives beyond trust. My return visit was…

Then he was offered grad school as a professor’s assistant with full scholarship before starting his final year; now that would put him finishing three years past my graduation. It was a grand opportunity for him, that I wouldn’t want him to pass up. Yet he didn’t likewise think he could ask or expect me to try to stay there for three years either. The location not conducive for my pursuits either. So while we still had some time left together, we knew the hard choices were already putting a wedge in our relationship. It seemed we had only recently started venturing into the full gambit of gay sex, as before the home desktop computer and internet, we were probably more reticent to go into full on anal intercourse, but had found many ways of enjoying oral sex, some involving anal play but not intercourse until more recent. Just recently we were speaking of our early escapades and how many times the bed had to be straightened on the weekends, 🤣 Butt no, the bed wasn’t broken. However…

I was rooting the sandy haired hiking boy…I mean for him, well that too anyway. However, his parents were older and more mellow than mine, but ironically his mother didn’t take our relationship too well nor did she like her boy being gay. She didn’t get rude or vulgar to me but she wasn’t the same after knowing either. That planted more doubt and was a blow to our already harassed self confidence. Another blow was I was a year ahead of him in our undergrad degrees. Yeah, I know, just stay and make it work. But while the end of the Jimmy Carter years had us in double digit inflation, double digit unemployment, AND double digit interest rates, I was one broke ass kid. I had already worked while putting myself through school, so while I didn’t have any debts, outside of family, I didn’t have the GPA for grad school scholarships. But then…

I KNOW, grinding teeth is never good; whether yours or your transmission’s.

Well…that’s a longer story. I had met a guy that was slim and slightly gangly but good looking with a mop of straight sandy hair that would be shaggy outside of the 1970s, but…that where we were and it was perfect to me. We went hiking a couple of times and we had plenty of sexual puns that would be expected of teen boys. Back at my place our dinner conversation went beyond puns to innuendo and confessions. Yes, we both like-liked each other and …and…well awkwardness had us both figuring out we wanted to explore beyond the hike we had taken. All was safe as my roommate hardly ever came back to the apartment as he’d had become rather involved with his girlfriend. So my friend became a fwb as we went deeper into the woods. Having worked up a sweat and feeling more confident in our relationship we ventured to the bathroom for a shower together. More conversation and rub-a-dub-dub had us getting more comfortable…until suddenly the stereo turn on, rather loudly too. Well shit, the roommate that hardly ever came back by and especially not towards the evening, RETURNED 😱. I exited ahead of my new fwb, telling him to continue the shower a little longer. I played it off as just a sweaty afternoon of hiking and dinner so we wanted a shower before studying some more. Hmmm 🤨… Over the coming days my fwb and I started getting oily messages scrolled on the vehicles and windshields. Vaseline coated door knobs and handles were found at the worst times…as if there’s a good time for SURPRISE! 😳 My fwb and I were becoming closer despite all this, so we started looking for our own place. We found a great little apartment house, not building, but a duplex house. It was great. We move out of our separate domiciles to our shared little apartment. My bed/room was first to be set up and I ironically had found a great deal on a queen bed and mattress set; the guy had a kid in college too and gave me a wholesale discount price. So naturally, the big bed became to focus on the move in and setup. Likewise the first night is very easy to decide on sleeping together, as was the next, and after, and after that, and….well you probably get the picture. So my room became ours and his…did get set up as he wanted a place for himself…for when his parents visited and such. 😈 So more often than not his laundry would be piled on the bed when washed and tossed in the corner until next wash day came around. We stayed as roommates and lovers until…

Wear them with pride or send them flying; the antenna works.

Hey now, if there’s going to be colors then that means choices. Choices are made more quickly and easily if…sorted, like I do, with matching briefs and tees. 😜 My old college roommate just slept with me and his bed was just a pile of washed laundry…when he wanted something to wear it was quick and easy to grab. 🤷‍♂️ So why have drawers at all! 🤦‍♂️

Exactly, I got one mid-80s and it was very pricey; with only room for 7 auto-record programming times.

Everything has its pros and cons. Where do you think his mind would be if he knew of the paternity claim, the ties to the Community, and that they have a hit contract out on Andrew. That would push him over the edge big time. Yet how would he feel if he conceded the government to a Community and Father take-over? Once conceded then winning back reasonable control could take decades. Yup, pros and cons, but overall it has also allowed them to have relationship conversations, that don’t hinge upon breaking rules of divulging information from their government and classified positions, or then trying look surprised when news breaks that they already knew well …when they shouldn’t have. 😙 The lines of what you should know, but along with everyone else, versus having conversations with government people that many or may not know and not letting slip a reference that says you’re sharing secrets. Them be slippery slopes to be walking 🚶‍♂️.

My college years, with the candle burning at both ends I had no time for TV, especially while VCRs weren’t common nor economical for a college kid. So I was lucky to even catch a little SNL which was fairly new those same years.

Yet Clovis poofed the flour everywhere, and didn’t let the mess bother him. Likewise, from behind the news rag, he made the astute observation, posting the pictures did get ahead of it. The speed of the electrons don’t determine existence, only the number and energy held determines the interaction and bonding properties; but Momma J is kicking up that energy for sure. 🏍️ …GET!

😇 what, I don’t smell anything 😧.

Of course, dad volunteered to run interference for them to strut as old news. 🐓 while the roosters crow.

Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off; repeat with increased speed and intensity until …wax off is evident. Smooth applicants may find smearing reduces drying time and reduces sock count for laundry, Bears may not find this as satisfying if they’ve never worked with fiberglass and resin.

This chapter ended perfectly to remind me of yet another emoticon needed…the Salute 🫡, as the latest emotion and the acknowledgment of the orders…GET!

Are the published dates good for the chronological reading order for all the Carter series or is there a preferred reading order that differs?

Angry around Jonny, Sad if left alone, Relaxed/Chilled with just those that now know, Goofy/Giggly/Happy around Davin, Paranoid/Anxious if he recognizes old classmates nearby, Angry/Sad thinking about mom blocking Cody access, Horny/Sleepy snuggling Davin, Loud/Angry when he has to defend his new family or Cody.

Smartphone my foot! I tell my calendar to keep my home time zone. It’s so smart it constantly changes it back to floating anyway, so that when I’m making appointments while at one property in a different time Zone, I return to the home time zone to find some appointments correct on times and others set from the other time zones. My old phone had no problem with location but the newer I’mboned16 doesn’t know where it is since I don’t inable face rec and precise location; I don’t know where I’m at it says, yet it still makes suggestions for my local shopping! It’s a ruse for opening up your data for more exploitation. My old I’mboned6 knew exactly where I was, and I didn’t have to swipe a half dozen times to get the Home Screen. They said home buttons were unreliable but I had six 6s that never had a problem; I hate the 16. Now we’re told to embrace the liquid glass experience…if you want your software and apps to stay current, least you fall behind stuck on version 18 level of smart…so how smart are they? They’re just manipulative acquaintances that use, use, use…your personal data. Would wouldn’t even consider them a trustworthy friend if they were human…yet we tell these untrustworthy, unreliable, acquaintances all our secrets. 🤦‍♂️ People look at me strange when I tell them that my phone is at home, for it’s and my own best interest. If with me it may be more likely turned off as it is the worse gossip of the neighborhood; sharing rumors and secrets the AI - Automated Idiot feels reliable or likely.

This is the part where writing, reading, and commenting on fan fiction, for this is hardly factual nor should it be portrayed as such, therefore mixing and mashing fact and fiction, is the worst. Everyone wants to comment their political opinions of current political perceptions onto the story that has neither stated or confirmed the events of which they’re commenting on…but loaded with political biases that invites counter points; counter points that put us tap dancing around here in story comments, versus discussions and debates in the political PIT as it should be respected as the proper place to air out your political opinions. So while allowed political ties and opinions in-the story, it entice political comments and opinions that are not allowed in the comments outside the PIT. My criticism to the author would be to better separate yourself and your stories to have fictional characters that may parallel but not mirror actual political figures that put everyone in the bully pit of political debate. Despite many of us having much in common here on GA, we still compose a cross-section of religions, politics, nationalities, and races; putting us into a homogeneous pool of agreement is rather naive. Writing and commenting as if everyone agrees with you, or should agree with you or they’re idiots, is another form of social bullying and intimidation. That’s the irony. We join here in GA often writing and reading of bullying and social injustices, yet we often step across the line when it’s convenient, or in your opinion, favorable to do so.Again it’s another form of cyber-bullying. Disparaging remarks about a real political figure, a figure that carries much political support is just as disrespectful as the so called dishonor brought up in comments…therefore, we invite tit for tac debate that again belongs in the PIT. I’m not inviting that debate, rather discouraging that environment. Let’s enjoy the stories and other escape form the news reels and political spins on daily life. I say these comments as a respectful reminder that GA has a place designed for political comments for a reason and we should respect that policy and others for which we share this site with.

Ahhh, but make up quickly, before grandma says enough and you’re coming ack with me! Or that Jack says it himself..