Jason Rimbaud

I'm super sorry about this.... you

Let me check. That is weird. They are within a few minutes of each other. Your's was first, so once again, I hate you!

For someone who "pretends" to be in the medical field, if I'm pointing one finger to each of the above four, then I only have one finger pointing back at me. What kind of alternate universe do you live in where humans have fifteen fingers? A world where Joel is a top...sorry @Okiegrad She just admitted what we are all wantng to know.

Do you remember when I wrote this innocent sounding comment way back in Chapter Four. I bet you wish I never did catch up to your posting schedule.

She's talking about you @weinerdog @Philippe @Okiegrad @wildone you should be ashamed of yourselves.

Overruled! You don't have other stories, everyone knows this. So quit throwing out randon words in an attempt to derail the conversation. And before you start doing the happy dance, which is not the peepee dance, I read that comment wrong. Fuck. I took that to mean you had wet asses before Chapter 21. And since you did not, all wet asses in Learned to Lie was because of me. You, oh great Fabulous Writer/righter, did not make your sentence clear for the more idiot readers, namely myselves, and I misinterpreted the sentence. And you can just go straight to that very hot place somewhere way down there. Still 100% wrong and vying for the heavyweight champion of the morons, @Jason Rimbaud wearing slutty undies and weighing in at 187 pounds

I believe I started Chapter 21, somewhere around there. Give me one wet ass before then? I typed that knowing my track record in this story for being wrong. I think it's been 100%, but show me one even damp ass before Chapter 21!

I was all in on Colt, you, you, what did @wildone say....oh look at the pretty flowers.

The only "C" person I can think of is Cane23? I hope that's true. I know I came up with Dolt, my favorite. Have I ever even mentioned Celia's name in any comment? I don't think so. It's not my fault if you took something I wrote and applied it to Trace's wife... As for the final sentence, Bullshit.

No you don't. I'll tell you something, I've been lying to you this entire story. Matter of fact, I've been lying to everyone and no one knew it. I never liked Colt. Nope, never wanted him to get with Joel. My money was on Gavin. I bet you didn't know that!

Jokingly????? Since I joined this story two weeks after it started. Not the posting, just two weeks after the story began two years ago, I haven't read all the comments. Who started Javin? The ship name, does anyone remember? And this is why I troll you. You never give me my just deserts.

Me neither

Hurtful

I'm not sure that is the type of whore we celebrate around these parts. Not sure, maybe we can ask one of the other mods, as you are once again my favorite mod in the universe. Shout outs to all the other mods who also are amazing. But he kind of sided with me against the other person and now I am team WildOne. And I hate to say this, but this is one of the funniest puns ever. I'll go back to trolling you later, but today, this was the best comment I read all day.

So Mr. Dog, have you ever wanted to collaborate on a story...you have the most wonderful ideas. Where were you when I first wrote this story nearly twenty-three years ago. .

I hope so, The band might come into play, interesting that out of five people in the band, you chose Sean.

When you fail an assignment, with someone as powerful as mehmet is portrayed, you could be in a world of hurt. Plus whomever paid the contract might be pissed their plans have been thwarted, and potentially the Japanese who allowed their person to be killed. It could be a big mess. Protocol Two, plans within wheels, trying to stay one step ahead.

At this moment, twenty-one chapters. Including a small epilogue, I don't know if I'll include or not. We shall see. Depending on if people like this direction, it is a plotted trilogy. So if people like it, the epilogue sets up the next story.

Gabriel has a decision to make. Accept the job or run away. He doesn't strike me as a person to run away. But Mehmet was looking for him for a reason, so there's that, and for the first time, he knows where "robert" is and who he is. And who is the band and what relationship do they have to all of this. As Gabriel said, the Senator is already dead, he just doesn't know it yet. In the next chapter we learn more about the Senator, as well as our cast as they start to mingle together. I've been sitting on this story for almost two years. I debated posting it, as I am not as confident in the execution as my more silly stories. The good news, I've re-written this story about eight times, and I think its internal logic works. We'll see how people react. It's not a popular genre on this site, and it's a mixture of serious and silliness.

Do you know in every one of my stories, there is a Jeep Compass. Fun fact, it's like an easter egg. Sometimes the protagonist drives one, sometimes its in passing, but I always include Jeep Compass, and Dr. Pepper. One of those things I love, the other I've never tasted. But I love to say Dr. Pepper.

Ny hometown, I grew up there. So yes, it's that kind of town.

More than a few go "down" in Hershey. .

I know the first two chapters are kind of boring. It once was one chapter but I felt it too slow, so I broke it up. Hopefully things pick up rather quickly. We only have four days to tell the story, so hopefully it won't stay dry.

Looks like poor Gabriel is on a time crunch. If the band isn't careful, they are going to be in the crosshairs of a killer. And wow, theory that the Senator is a father of one of the band members is a good one. Kind of wish I thought of that. I think I can say, everything is going to go down in Hershey.

“Where the hell are we going again?” Sean Whitmore shouted out to anyone who would answer as he concentrated on his game. He was in the far back of the bus, which they called the shit box. It used to be the large bedroom, but they converted the space into a relaxation room when they couldn’t agree on who should be allowed to claim it. Instead of a bedroom, it had a large U-shaped leather couch, a large flat-screen TV, their sound system that fed the entire bus, and their video game sys