Kitt

Ah! So the two superintendants that used to work at my old apartment now work at your place. We called them Dip and Whipped. One was a dipsh@$ and the other did everything Dip said.

We are here for moral support if you need us molls. Which came first, snow or grass? I applaud your effort and ingenuity, but why are you dealing with it instead of the management company?

I have come to the conclusion Wayne is not satisfied with twists, he prefers braids.

Wait till you read Camp Refuge!

÷@%$÷+% cold rain and teaching lessons = shivering instructor.

In my case it's an allergy to eggs.

. I would kill to have bbn produciproapple trees! My peaches do ok but apple doesn't seem to live long enough to produce fruit. You can keep the sauce, and I use garlic salt instead of plain. Try wrapping three or four spears in bacon and broiling till bacon is done!

Most are just not shaped for off the rack! Makes one wonder, since changing the clothing is so much easier than changing the person!

Well said!

True, but then private details should remain so, not just in D/s projects, but anywhere the word private applies. For my part? Share what you are comfortable sharing, keep private what you wish to, but it's all ok with me! I am glad you are both happy with the results.

Let me preface my comments with the fact I am an older married straight lady. It seems to me that cultural "norms" swing to extremes before life's pendulum settles to a nice slow middle line swing. When I was a child, to be gay was a difficult thing. Even moreso to be part of the "gay community". I had friends who were gay, some more openly than others, friends that "didn't fit in" and pretty much friends in every segment of society. I guess I was the odd one, since sexual preference, money, power, and any other defining trait you could think of didn't amount to a hill of beans for me. I either liked you or I didn't, you either accepted me as I am or you didn't. End of story. That said, I got caught in the middle of the riots in NYC in April of 1968 as an 8 year old when Martin Luther King was assinated. Hatred got the better of the city. Scarey trip accross the city, my mother, little brother and I did not feel safe till we got off the train at home! I was 9 when the Stonewall Riots took place across the river from where I live. Again, hatred governed things. I remember talking with mom about being glad we were not in the city that day too! One riot was quite enough for me! 9-11 was another day hatred caused havoc in my life. I litterally watched the towers fall from my bedroom window. You could say I have come to hate hatred. I go out of my way to stop hateful acts when I can. I stand up for not only my friends and family, but for anyone I think needs help. Almost got myself arrested once when I stopped a mother from hitting her teenage son about the head because he didn't prevent his little brother from spilling a drink in a fast food restaurant. My point is that sometimes it takes extremes to show people just how well off they have it living somewhere in the middle. People like tim and his husband have it a bit more difficult than other couples, not because they are gay, but because most people don't understand the BDSM life style. I can't say I do, but it's what they want and that is good enough for me. Oh, and just for clarity sake - BDSM is not confined to gay couples. They are in every walk of life, gay and straight black and white and every color in between. So - go clubbing or don't. Use grinder or don't. It's your life, make of it what you want. Do what you need to in order to be happy. If that means pride parades, fine, if not that is fine too.

" Beecher certainly knew his sons and the men that they are" More like the men they are NOT. The thing is, the apples dont usually fall far from the tree, so how did Beacher end up with only one decent kid in the batch? What went so terribly wrong that the others turned into underhanded greedy lowlifes? that sounds like a story all it's own!

I've tried fried pickle chips. They are not bad, but if I had my choice I would take fried mushrooms, or lots of other things first.

If I slept that long, I would have woken up in a hospital when my husband panicked! He asks if I am feeling ok if I sleep past sun up! LOL So goes the life of a farmer!

I don't think Caleb understood exactly what "fuckbuddies" entailed. Wren seemed a bit taken aback when Caleb used the term. With his fear of commitment because he is convinced he is not good enough, I can totally understand Wren backing off when Caleb didn't seem to want more. Wayne is torturing these poor boys unmercifully!

I think someone needs to explain the term "fuckbuddies" to Caleb. Wren backed off last chapter cause that's what he thought Caleb wanted. Lmao, so much for smoother sailing. That lasted till bedtime!

Rest and heal? Did I miss something important again?

Personally I dont understand a PA to start with, but to each their own. Just dont be asking me to pierce anything besides my ears!

Just do as you know is right molls. You got this!

Sounds like a surefire way to piss off the wolf to me! Well done Wayne.

I don't get to play! Not fair!

hehehehe there they go ASS-U-ME ing again!

Dont go giving him ideas! He has already written these chapters!

You know dang well the reason I don't comment much for people I work with is I am afraid of slipping up and let details out, for example the sex of the baby. I feel weird calling the child it when I know what pronoun to use! There are other little details I need to keep mum too so...

Psssst dugh! Your scarcasm is showing!