Sasha Distan

Yes, I am! and thus deserve adoration.

Why? When I said that Nathan gets his own story, I meant just that, his own damn story. Lonely At The Top has five chapters and 18000-odd words!

new subtitle: "Nice guys don't always finish last"

Thank you Cole. That is such high praise, and I'm really glad you enjoyed the way it was written - it was something new for me, but the boys seemed to want it that way - and I am but their helpless puppet.I hope when we get to the very end, you will be happy to see them off into the sunset.

awww, thank you Robertmarcus! I promise the next time I find 'an Ashlee', I'll send him right you way!

thank you hun, but bittersweet is still tasty!

this is not the time to be mean to Nathan - you can spend plenty of time doing that when his own story opens next weekYou'll see where they are going, and I think you'll like it!

Thank you, it's good to know you have faith in my abilities to bring these guys home to roost. They'll be happy in their new place - you'll see.

yes, this is part A only. And Clem might be leaving Four Corners Farm, and Ashlee is leaving his apartment - but he's not leaving his job: he likes that big corner office!

thank you. sweet is still sweet, strong is still strong, and they are each a little bit of both.

thank you dugh!

"still brand new" - I like that, I really do.As for being sent by a higher power - I don't know about higher - but I'm here to tell you stories, over the internet or around a fire in the dark whilst the forest creaks around us doesn't matter. I'm glad you have you hear to tell stories to.

all good things must come to an end hun; but look how happy the are!

thank you. if you feel good now, just wait for the next one!

thank you! Well you guys can see how sweet they are, so can everyone else.

Clem woke early. He always did, because twenty years of farm work in some capacity or other, even as a very small boy, had trained his body clock to be up and able before the sun was fully over the horizon, regardless of how tired he really was. Clem rolled onto his side and watched Ashlee sleeping, one hand curled over his chest, the other flung out across the mattress. His boyfriend was a messy sleeper, constantly shifting, rolling over and stealing the covers. It had taken Clem a little while

thanks Lisa, I am very glad you enjoyed it. We all need each other, and it's nice when those needs dovetail so nicely. long live rednecks and pretty boys.

yes gods, the last time petrol was below £1.00 I didn't even own a car...

Cris's grandparents are dying. I haven't had grandparents since I was 13, and they weren't the type who were around, or who looked after us when we were kids or anything. I was so scared when I first met Cris's grandparents (back when he was still my boyfriend) because I knew how much he loved them, how involved they were in his life, and I was petrified I wouldn't measure up somehow. But it didn't happen, we had ceramics in common, and I got attached to them really quickly. We get on like a house on fire. But time moves on, and they are both 94 now. Grandma had cancer last year, and now she has stage 2 brain cancer. But she is happy, she says it's time. Today we received a call from Cris's dad that grandpa is in hospital, and he is very ill. After I finished having a cry that I am about to lose the only grandparents I have ever really known, and that Cris is losing family he loves, and knowing that his father is falling apart at the seams but trying to be strong and stoic like his parents taught him - I said to Cris that I am sort of glad. And he understood, and agreed. They have love each other for more than 80 years, have raised two wonderful sons, five beautiful grandchildren, two great-grandchildren. They lived to see us married, have visited strange and wonderful places all over the world, fought in and survived the war, met amazing people, and adored each other their whole lives. It is time to say goodbye, whilst they are both still themselves, whilst they are still together. And even though I don't want grandpa to be in hospital, I don't think either of them wants to live without the other, not for a month, not for a week if they have any say in it. People don't like to discuss it, it is a topic much hushed, but even on Christmas Day grandma turned to me with a smile and just said; "We won't have another birthday, sweetie: it's time to go." So I hope they go together, because I'd rather attend two funerals quickly than know that either of them were being forced to be without the other.

i'm not saying it's not better, but it's not nearly as simple as methodwriter made it sound: there is a lot of the UK where not having a car is unfeasible.

are those like control pants?

explain

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UK towns are very close together... Have you seen Scotland? Great public transit... er, no. not as soon as you leave the city centre. there are loads of places trains don't run to, and buses between towns are not reliable, are expensive and often aren't even there. There is no public transport to where I live, nor any trains to ANY of the surrounding towns/villages You can walk anywhere... it's eight miles to my nearest supermarket: be my guest and nip and get us a pint of milk?

thanks. I think it's only right that it's not all about Nate, after all, he couldn't bloody shut up, so he has his own story now.