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The following struck home with me...and as @Dan South noted, as an older gay man, it has been a tremendous learning experience learning the different stripes and flavors our family comes in. I can only think of the struggles I faced as a 14 year-old-boy in 1969 as I entered high school for the first time in a new school miles, from my old school. Leaving one backwater town to move to a town even deeper in the sticks. While there are times I struggle with today's nuances in pronouns, and in my exasperation and frustrations, I simply remind myself of the struggles I faced. I concur with @Dan South, this story has value and has opened my eyes, while I will always seek to see the lighter side with humor, and yes at times an acerbic comment, there isn't any escaping the struggles some of our family face in trying to be their authentic selves. When those who claim to lead our country, can't disparage the things that are working, they turn their sights on those who need our help, not disparagement. To the day who we are and love, matter less than the content of our character.

So many good things in this chapter plus the fact I was able to expand, hush all you wankers, my knowledge of UK English idioms.. >Well, what with you not being around. That’s not like you. I asked your Mum, and she were a bit close-mouthed about it, said you were busy, like. But I got it out of her in the end. About you being gay and all that and having a boyfriend. Colin felt like laughing, though he kept quiet. Despite their long friendship, his Mum had always referred to Anne as a nosey besom, one who was adept at getting information out of people. She was, in a word, an old gossip, but one with a heart of gold. >I told her that she ought to be thankful that you've settled, what with the business and now a young man. I said to her, 'what counts is that he's happy'. So I just had to see what besom was and was delighted to find the following...and oh my goodness as to the cultural associations...things my mama never told me... Besom - Wikipedia Then as slang... Besom as a term of mild contempt for a woman, especially one who is awkward or surly, began to appear in Scots near the end of the eighteenth century and is also known in several dialects of northern England, including Lancashire. It’s an example of synecdoche, a woman who does household chores by wielding a besom becoming known by its name. World Wide Words: Old besom

Hats off to Brian for having the good sense to apologize for his stupidity and for Ryan being a big enough person to accept that apology. I truly have to give credits to Brian for realizing he had no business getting into that car once he could smell the booze and the weed. I would like to think he would have done so despite Ryan's warning, but we'll never know... This was a very enjoyable story and thank you for sharing it with us!!!

From your comment to God's ears....

Not sure just what to say here, if Dylan decides to reconnect with Liam, then they both deserve each other and hopefully end up with miserable lives...honestly, what a sad pathetic cast of idiots we have here... I find it implausible that Dylan allowed Liam to treat him like he did in the bedroom, that he didn't scream or lash out...After what he did to him in the past, I'd be swinging a bed-side lamp at his head, not f'ing moaning in response to his forced kiss...and here I thought his Moma didn't raise a fool... And Jake with all his medals and training couldn't hold his own, what is the story between the two of them, they have some sort of past or connection...then, why the gun in the trunk...I'd be dropping that fool like a hot potato...Liam needs to serve time in a secure mental treatment facility... Both Dylan and Jake failed at the, let's communicate ifin we're gonna be boyfriend's thing...Not sure any insurance is gonna cover all of the psychiatric treatment needed by these clowns...

Will Toby find out Bell is a person who simply uses others of either sex to satisfy his own selfish needs???

A very interesting chapter to say the least...then there is the following, I shudder to think some folks might get their hands dirty... I asked, "Why are you upset? Many kings and queens throughout the world have kept slaves or even made wars to capture and sell others into slavery." Francis replied, "Duke Eli has taught us that the measure of wealth was not in the ownership of lands or men, but it is based on the ability of individuals to freely interact and produce wealth for themselves, their families, and their nations. Slaves are held for no other reason than to be property, while they are also human beings with the capacity to create wealth and improve nations. The Aztecs and Inca built cities and pyramids that rivaled the ancient Romans and Egyptians, why enslave their creativity and ability on farms, when they can do more." I said, "If every slave owner frees their slaves, how can they farm their land?"

Oh Prince Aaron, the quicksands of this timeline holds you fast...

Of course there's an evil twin brother...that danged cat needs explain how the star was stolen... but wait there's more meme - Search Images (bing.com)

Time for the old adage with a double meaning, 'youthinasia'....

A great story to say the least... I am not so sure they were looking at a gift horse in the mouth rather looking at a "gift cat"!!!! Cal reflected for a long time, and finally spoke. “Let’s assume that your experience was paranormal, but it brought us together. In that case, let’s not look a gift horse in the mouth. If that’s not what happened, then I posit that our guardian angels brought two old soulmates together. Honey, I don’t want to question anything. I’m just thankful that we found each other.”

Such a waste of human flesh... The conversation lulled, and Mike pondered why he agreed to come here. Right, the Pinky situation. God, that boy and his family were going to be the death of him. Which reminded him, they’d need to head out soon if they wanted to be back before curfew.

As a wise reader said before me, who inn the heck is cutting up onions at 10:30 in the morning here???? Thank you for this story, for what it represents, the hope it gives us to see the generous actions of others. That it matters not your wealth or income, but what is in your heart and soul. “Well, to them, he is. Think about it. You told me that he visited them here less than two months ago. He sat with them, joked with them, laughed with them and spoke with them.” Christian licked his dry lips, then continued. “I'll bet he told them about himself, and if I'm right, when he came back to give them their own special show, it meant something to them. It shows them that he cares, and that gives them hope. We give them food and temporary respite from bad weather and the streets. We do what we can to help them. But last night's show gave them Christmas back, and that's special.” And as the car nut here, here's hoping the Mini Cooper S makes another appearance!!! While I like others would like an epilogue I can only say thank you for this story, your team...that's you @raven1, for all your hard work, it is works like this that makes this the best story site around!!! To the day we find that the spirit of the season lasts all year long!!!

As with @Summerabbacat, and despite my first reactions, Russ is growing on me and am finding out that he is a man of many layers. So many I feel he may have lost himself along the way. As successful as he's been in growing his empire, most, if not all, who come into contact with him, do so purely from a professional/monetary relationship. I think in many ways, Russ envies what Brian, Toby, and Gordon have, to wit...the way they approach their relationship with him. This is one of the central themes to this story, for all the success Russ may have, he can't buy what the others have...but delights when it is given freely to him, I believe it is a world he yearns for... Toby continues to amaze me, we see once the shackles of his previous situation are removed, and let's not forget he's barely 14, the exciting world he longs to explore open up to him, and that he is allowed the time and space to understand his own, along with others sexuality, in a healthy environment.

Well now the mystery deepens with even more questions.... Just what is Clara? Mark...WTF... Dave's mother... Faux silver plating on the chains... and then there's this...oh la la “I’m sorry I was followed. I…” I said and looked over at Mark, “I don’t know what to do with him now. Fuck.” Then I looked over at Clara and said, “Are you ok?” Clara just nodded with a smile. “I will be,” she said, “but you’re almost naked.” “Were these the last clothes you had?” Dave said. “Yup,” I said, my expression blank. “Dave doesn’t mind,” she said. And Dave blushed so hard, I didn’t even have to look at him to know. The scent said everything. I turned to face him again. So close, still gripping his shoulders.

This cast of characters is like in so many ways, a slow-moving train wreck. Of all of them, I feel Chris may be the most adult, and that is a stretch to some extent. What we are seeing isn't a lack of physical maturity, but emotional maturity. I have to ask, is Andre aware, fully aware of Beau's wanderings to the other side??? To some extent, I find these guys vapid, narcissistic, and immature, displaying all the hallmarks of a self-absorbed generation. And like any trainwreck or car crash, I can't help but slow down and look...

I am convinced Jubal somehow found that danged, sawed-off branch and used it for the fire under the stew. Little did he know it was gonna act like an aphrodisiac and fired up the friskiness factor, well that and the fact both of them needed bathing...I swear it was the burning branch....😏 “Ain’t no need to wait… for some of it. I want the same thing, and I meant it about those plans… so how about we go out to the crick and soap up? I’ll get all wet and shiny with you, but I might need help soaping some parts.” “That’s what I be here for,” he answered with a grin. If that ain't love, lord only knows... This was a powerful chapter, demons that were slain were, excuse the bad pun Gary, I cain't help myself, were laid to rest... I am delighted to see that there are more chapters coming, this story is a comforting blanket on a cold winter's night!!

My goodness...well that was a trainwreck of a first date...

Nice to see the relationship growing tho it’s early days yet. And what is Joe up to?

It’s obvious that the VP is from the mediocre school of middle management….. and to bastardize an old, pithy saying…ugly can be fixed, stupid is forever….ring any bells Bruce??

Why am I reminded of crispy golden brown tater tots????

And just who is Clara, what is her talent??? Wow, simply wow... Beatrice. He smelled like Beatrice. He smelled like her magic, without the rot. “I think I know your mother. Dave! Your eyes…” I said. They were shining, pulsating. The weight of this revelation hung heavily in the air. An unbidden, raw energy began to emanate from Dave. So familiar. It was as if the very fabric of his being was reacting to this newfound knowledge, struggling to break free. Facing him, I couldn’t help but raise my arm towards him, like an instinctual pull. A gentle, radiant light began to emanate from my hand, its glow intensifying as it reached out towards his eyes. Our lights met. The air around us seemed to pause, time slowing down. The world itself was holding its breath. The point in space where our lights coalesced transformed spectacularly—the golden hues were no longer constrained. The colors, all the colors. I found you. “I found you,” I said, a single tear sliding quietly down my cheek

Holy schmooley everyone...first on page 4!!!!

Thank you for taking the time out of your life, to grace these pages with this saga. Hurricanes, personal events, not to mention crazy work events, did not deter and like USPS, neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night nor the denizens of the korner stays this author from the swift completion of these chapters.... Well done, you are a shining light here on these pages and a major reason GA is the site we all have come to love... What is that???? Ok all you haters....My clerk of court just handed me a note...the jury has reached a decision...they've gone to Brazil!!!! Caleb. Ah, yes. Our beloved, messed up, fucked-in-the-head, Caleb. Love him or hate him, he was a great character overall. I had to figure out how to take a well-respected Alpha, drag him through Hell (hi, Lucifer!), and then find his way to redemption. I hope I nailed it. Boy oh boy did you nail Caleb, someone I've begrudgingly come to respect, and as you know from my comments, you more than hit the mark...Thank you!!!!!!

The beginning of the chapter hit all the right notes and was well done... Not sure I'm impressed with Makani...so far, he's way out of bounds in deeds and thoughts...he needs to stop thinking with his dick considering the current circumstances...trouble is what he is...trouble... Makani found Charlie to be pretty good in the looks department and him trying to take care of Joey according to what Uncle Ke had said really got Makani interested. Very, very few nineteen-year-olds would do that. Charlie had depths to him that was certainly admirable.