Jason Rimbaud

Tsk Tsk Tsk. The posting schedule is laid out in the first chapter. I post on Mondays. And like clockwork, I always hit my deadline. I also didn't want to fully commit to a Krista's size chapter this early on. I think I've capped them around 6K, only one got bigger so far. I don't think I would ever do 18K word chapter. You are wise beyond a 21 year old for sure. And since I don't know how old you are, I'm going to your profile and see if you have a birthday listed. If not, then I am going to assign an age to you, and depending on that assignment, my level of respect, fear, and trolling will increase or decrease.

Mr. Dog, I do believe I can see your green tie sticking out of your shirt. .

Now that the deed is done, the game morphed, changed, the problem is, they don't quite know what new format will take shape. And romance, if it ever comes into play, will be distorted through their internal lens anyway, and who knows if that translates into emotion to most people. I will say, the art of discovery on a sexual level without the burden of romance, gives them the freedom to explore harder, and further. Whether it works or not, I do have a plan and at the moment, I am happy with the progress. That doesn't make it a good story, that just makes me able to stick to a laidout plan from the very start.

Truthfully, in regards to the ending, I really didn't want to end it there. And I don't like starting a chapter in the middle of an earlier action. But I couldn't find a place that felt comfortable to end it earlier. And since I knew the next Monday was close, I didn't feel too bad about a mini cliffhanger. One of the themes I wanted to explore in this story, not dom/sub per say, but bondage and light BDSM for sure. It was a conscious decision to incorprorate certain elements for Percy's story. I really can't wait for people to read this final story. I'm nearly finished, only a few more chapters to go, the ending is building wonderfully. The main story where you are, I have lots of chapters to go. I meant I am almost finished with writing the story. Bellows & Son's has a much bigger part to play in the story. Ethan for sure.

Is that the very definition of a troll? And apparently I'm not making fun of sandalwood but something I probably made up called saddlewood. Maybe not the same fragrance at all. Either way, wham and bamm from two different stories.

I know, spicy parts are not something I enjoy writing. Let's make a pact to outsource to random authors for our stories. Javin needs to release. Percy and Five have matters well in hand. Wait until later in the story, you have a few more bullets coming. .

Sorry about the late response, I had to go to the emergency room. I'm a world class troll, I hit you from two different stories, fabulous Krista is slowly catching on, and saddlewood still suck in both stories.

You see how easy it is to be forced into something you really don't want to do. Krista is notorious for that. Over on my story, you should read some of things she's saying about me. None of it is wrong, but still. To far. I cried last night. Granted it was because I dropped a hundred pound pallet on my toe, wihich exploded the tip and my shoe filled up with blood. It's super gross, and I wish I knew how to upload pics to here. Though it would probably be banned because it was super bloody. I'll probably lose my nail. But it was so cool looking. My husband nearly passed out. It was epic.

Whew, that makes me feel better. That was exactly what I was attempting to do. Of course, having twenty five days of self torture would be horrible to write/right, so the game must morph into something else in later chapters. Thank you about what you said with characters. I like to explore characters who say one thing, and then think something else. I think many people go back and forth emotionally as well as morally in the moment. Sometimes because they are fooling themselves, sometimes because they are lying to whom they are speaking with, sometimes to protect themselves from harm. Either way, my characters are messy. I love exploring that part of human interaction. I hope I establish strong enough development that the reader buys their duplicitous behavior. Because my characters lie all the time, to each other, to themselves, to the reader. I just find it fun to play around in those spaces as I attempt to make flawed, sometimes unlikable characters, into something more despite their best intentions of being a bastard. Believe it or not, all my characters have a strong sense of right/write and wrong. When the chips are counted, they stand firm for what is right/write. It's all the stuff in the middle that could drive one crazy.

I am nothing if not honest. Firstly, when I motorcrossed, it was only sanctioned races. We have full gear and EMT's on standby. Same for snowmobiles. It was properly sanctioned and I knew the trails like the back of my hand. I did do dangerous sports, but I was also racing since I was twelve, and had ten plus years experience. I had a mini bike before I knew how to ride a bicycle, true story. And since you clutched your pearls hearing about racing, I shan't regale you with the crash that put me out of racing for good. When I got out of the hospital, I rode my bike once around the track that nearly ended me, got off my bike and never rode again. I was twenty-seven.

Then I wrote it wrong. My goal was to convey they never forget about the game. It is always in the forefront. I would have written that better if I wouldn't be scrambling to get this out before Christmas. There are times when those names drive me crazy. Then other times it makes me chuckle. I'm suprised anyone goes along with it. It's ridiculous. You are right/write, Five is indulging in a fantasy he's had for a while. And to muddy the waters even more, Bethany has full knowledge of it. Percy, while not fully understanding the rules, is having a moral crisis that is featured more as the story progresses. You aren't really that familiar with my work, so you might not know these are the types of relationships I love to explore. I try to never have any characters be fully black or white. They are good, bad, heroic, duplicitous, and usually are a mess emotionally. I guess we'll see what type of ending they choose. The real story doesn't start until chapter eight, and things start moving into the plot of the story as Percy and Five begin to realize their game has consequences. Don't know how to type it, but I'm laughing in a very evil manner. I love summer sports too, but I love the snow and being out in it, especially if its a blizzard. So exciting. To be fair, I am always prepared with the right/write equipment, but I do love being frozen.

I'll grant you some things at the top. You do not have the correct parts, truth. I'll even give you that you might be innocent at all times. I will not concede in admitting I am my own worst anything. My comments in this story, from all the readers have been very much on topic and stick to discussing the story. You come in here using truths against me, that's not playing fair. I would never do such a thing to you. Everything I ever say about you is a lie. Because I have respect for you.

Strangle them, one of them might enjoy that. I'll have you know Percy did nothing on a snowmobile that I haven't done in real life. In my younger days, I used to motorcross in the summer and race snowmobiles in the winter. You haven't lived until your flying over the snow at a hundred miles an hour.

Sadly he doesn’t think I’m worthy of help. But I stay up nights hoping he changes his mind.

I didn’t want to admit it in public. But yes. And now you are feeling sleepy. So tired. Good night Mr Dog.

All thing could be possible.

*strokes brain tenderly* "Soon, you shall be reunited with your body. For too long you've been without direction, without purpose. But I shall soon give you that purpose back." "Hey boss, why don't you just shove it back in now. She's not even looking." *casually back-hands henchman* "The reason you have an "H" on your shirt instead of a "B" is because you're an idiot." *Henchman rubs his cheek with a blank expression on his face* "You twat, if we reunite them now, we might never get the ending to Learned To Lie, and that is an unacceptable risk." "Okay boss, that's why you're the boss." "Yes, and don't you forget it." *holds brain up to the light and starts to laugh* "You would've have written Jolt as it's the logical setup. But now we have Javin and I must know if they ever get blowjobs or not. Long Live Javin!" I just read this back and realized I called Krista brainless. What's wrong with me? I only meant, balls I suck. Not that I suck balls, it's an expression not only an action.

Check out Krista's stories, you might enjoy them. her latest, Learned to Lie, while dealing with serious themes, has a heart underneath some of the struggles that is infectious.

So you want me to have a cross-over event with an actual talented writer/righter? That's mean. Can I assume he is a writer/righter of silly stories? Maybe I should check him out.

I’m gonna admit to stupidity I don’t get this reference. Anyone want to clue me in?

I absolutely hate where I live right now. We are buying a new condo in the next few months. Because i hate living new the stadium and all the stupid fans.

Percy doesn't care about money, he's only focused on baseball. And telling everyone he's gay, the only thing stopping is that no one else has done it. He really wants to play for the majors, and his vision is very narrow. As for quitting school, we'll see how well that goes when his father finds out. As Five said in chapter one, telling Percy no is not the right way to get him to do anything. From the very first chapter Five notes that Percy has to be greased, finessed, or manipulate as it were to get him to see another point of view.

I have a massive Christmas villiage I put up, my tree, all around outside. For thirty one days, it's Christmas!!!!!!

Truth. I am always happy when I see they are out of the running. No more games blocking traffic, causing problems with drunk fans fighting in the street every weekend. I really hate baseball fans. Just because it messes up my commute home.

Don't forget a pink jockstrap. Delicious. And see what happens when people arrive to start the decorations, the tree, the house, the driveway. It will get Christmas.