Jason Rimbaud

Dude, I am revoking your man card. You want nothing to do with it? I have never met a dick I hadn't want to shake hands with. I am seriously thinking of not helping you with your story over this statement. I'm crushed, saddened, and in need of a hug. But you can't help me because you don't want anything to do with that.

So I'm asking for a friend. Are you saying I'm a penis? Or giving me a backDOOR smack by calling me a dick without calling me a dick? I said backdoor, that's an anal joke right there. I really don't care, but you are saying I'm a penis that's fickle, sleep walks, and leave behind unwanted deposits while at the same time being clingy. You really are sending mix messages with this one.

Give change when I run my .99 cent dirty mouth thingy special I run during Holidays for wayward GI's who have no place to go for Christmas. I like to give back. Did you know they are phasing out pennies next year. Cost to much to make. Bye Bye Bye Penis. I really wanted to run through a bunch of nicknames right now but I haven't the time. But could you let me win something? That other person got a gold star for knowing something because he's your editor. I hire writers/righters to try and bring you the best Jolt jokes. I deserve a tiny, baby, princess, carebear sticker. Something for my efforts in trolling you. Do you know how hard it is to troll an amazing story such as this? I wake nights in a cold sweat. I've lost my hair, a tooth fell out, and I stubbed my toe in the pursuit of a tiny little blurb on the back of your bookcover.

@Okiegrad, you heard her. Give Jolt a chance.

He gets a gold star???? Really, he throws out a bit of knowledge and gets a gold star? I'm the one that is championing for you to have a new name, I should be getting stars or at least the finger. I am feeling a bit under appreciated in these comments. @wildone first brought up Fabulous Krista, and like you always do, you ignore it. But when I offer real deep honest feelings, sober I might add, I get a threat of being un-ended. Well, a few hundred more of those types of comments and I'll stop trolling you.

You mispelled Bi-Polar.

I am happy you are getting the engagement you are. The story deserves it and much more. Personally, I believe Jolt is the main factor on why so many people are invested. And since you are thanking us, I'm going to through/throw/threw it right back at you and say thank you for sharing this wonderful story with us. You fabulous Krista you.

I should be posting the next chapter tonight, I'm almost finished with the edits, but I keep getting notifications distracting me.

It's been my experience, that it doesn't take much for a straight guy to suddenly be curious. In my 18 to 30 range, when I was still attractive, I deflowered many a straight boy. It's rather fortunate our paths did not cross in those times. I needed humility badly, and I was always drunk. .

I'm not so sure Five is obviously anything. I shan't say more, as I can't remember which chapter this is and where we are in the narrative. And I once had a "straight" friend that loved being a bottom, for five years, and then he got married. I heard he often visits truck stops on his long haul runs. Who knows what kind of craziness one gets up to at those type of places.

Gavin is taller than Joel, Joel is taller than Davin, I think Gavin is taller than Davin by an couple of inches and I believe both Colt That leaves all these players out, I don't like tall men, unless I do. Nor do I like beards, unless that would preclude sexy times, then beards are fine. If Joel is that tall, then he must be lanky and awkward. Colt taller than that, no more Jolt. I am officially putting a pin in that particular fantasy. It is interesting, because I missed that bit of description. I always pictured Joel more my height, 5'11" (nearly, I used to be but I shrunk a bit, maybe I'm 5 foot and three quarters now) I guess it's true that readers build up what the characters look like in their heads despite what the author describes. Thanks for destroying my late night Joel musings. .

I knew it would catch on!!! Whoot! And now for something extremely serious. You are going to be in trouble when she sees her new name. She's been ignoring it in two different stories now. I am hoping that all her amazing GA.holic fans begin using it. The fabulous Krista, should be the new profile name. Don't you have the power to do that? And now directly to Krista, I had absolutely nothing to do with the distinguished gentleman's comment. I am for once, completely innocent.

Full disclosure, I said I hadn't had dozens of skinny, nerdy, lanky packed people. That's all true. I normally go for smiles, butts, and if you can make me laugh while during sexy time. Body types of all shapes are welcomed, at least they were when I was a slut. I'm reformed, I'm married. Now the only guys I go after are my age or older. I've finally caught up to the age I've always preferred my guys to be. Fifty and above. Experience trumps youth any day.

That's a good point.

Not to completely hijack Krista's thread, so to bring it back, like Joel, who is a baseball player, I couldn't see myself with a jock. Ever. The closest I came to enjoying a jock like Joel would be a swimmer. I was always drawn to the nerdy guys, the theater kids, Emo's back in the day. Same principle, skinny, lanky, tall guys pack it down there for sure. I can't say I've had dozens though. Cause it would be a lie. I wonder how tall Joel is, or Davin? Will the fabulous Krista tell us how tall they are, I wonder?

I love that you think Five is a bottom!

And that thing wrecked, is Five's.......................................self esteem.

Dozens you say? I love how you casually dropped that number, plural, you little slut you. I could say a different plural number, I could also do it casually, and you would also think I was a big slut. And you'd be right.

Truer words have never been spoken. This game seems to be doomed from the outset. And judging by the next few chapters, dodgy doesn't justify what is about to transpire. When other characters are brought into the story, poor Percy is thrust into a malestorm of craziness. And Percy is so damn competitive, Five can't be allowed to win.

Um, sure, definitely, probably, nope.

Not enough sir, not nearly enough. Good night you wonderful person you. PS: Can you force Krista to actually post faster? It's not for me you see, I was asking for a friend.

I normally don't disagree with anyone I know is better, smarter than me. But this was not a cliffhanger. The next chapter sees Jaxton make up with Joel. I'd bet a lot of pennies on that outcome. I have done that. But my kiss wasn't on the cheek. And it wasn't done in a bedroom, it was in the middle of the pep rally, and I got punched in the nose for that one. And I'm so sorry, but I'm going to anyway. I'm too sober to stop my filter from working. This is the problem with writing in the first person. If you had chosen third, we could have gotten so many wonderful stories, scenes, and insight into characters. Okay, I'm off to play Assassins Creed II and drink a lot of whiskey. I get to fire someone tomorrow so I want to be hungover and irritable.

I've been wanting to read this since I saw it published the other day. But I was busy, I had my own story to deal with. I'm tired, it's almost ten oclock here in San Francisco so I'm not gonna beat around the bush. The FABULOUS @Krista, where the hell did these 10K come from? Seriously, I think you know how much I am enjoying the story. I know you understand the craziness my comments bring because I am in all the way on Joel, Davin, and Roy. The rest of those sandalwood smelling freaks can go spit. (Lethal Weapon reference) In all your words thus far, and with all the descriptions of going to a dresser and pulling out clothing, where the hell did these words come from? Seriously, you said you were worried about these "added" chapters. Why? This one is fucking amazing. Not only does Gavin grow by leaps and also bounds, he is no longer Davin's spare parts clone. He has personality, he has a shirtless scene. He even told Joel he knows that he's boinking his brother. Don't deny it, I'll just call you a liar. And I read your little comment about Gavin has always been there but he's sniffing after Faith. We both know you're the author, that was your choice, don't blame the lesser twin. Colt comes across as human, likable, though he still reeks of bad hygiene products, I'm okay with him again. Lacey is still annoying, you didn't fix that, and finally you seem to have forgotten Trace and his wife, not a fan of the wife, sorry, she's too...blech. I am so over Trace's wife's talks...and not a mention of Colby *hurrah* This chapter is probably the best in a long line of outstanding chapters you provided thus far. Even your lopsided take on the word Traitor finally fits when Joel tells everyone he's going to play ball. Just a really great chapter. I would say you outdid yourself, but we both know you haven't. Sorry I'm rambling again, but I'm a bit too sober to formulate my thoughts into something witty, so I figured the truth would work just as well. I even like your story...whoops, almost lied. I don't like your story over mine, but it's like right there. Really fun chapter, and I disagree with everyone, no cliffhanger. PS: You went out of your way to have Colt be at this party single. Then you made a big deal that he forget his tent. Seriously, you won't let Davin and Joel get a little freaky? I know deep down you realize that Jolt was the natural plotline in this tale, and now you are throwing all these stumbling blocks to ensure that Davin and Joel don't seal the deal by using Colt as a cockblock. Bravo! You won this round.

Five and Bethany are playing an interesting game. They believe they are trying to help Percy embrace who he is. But like all good intentions, sometimes its just meddling. Things tend to blur when sex is invovled. And Percy and Five seem to be on a collision course. Five doesn't seem able to keep his hands off Percy's end, does he? Bethany is not the put upon girlfriend, she's right in the middle of this clusterfuck. I actually know/no nothing about baseball. I've googled things for this story, but I live two blocks from the San Francisco Giants ballpark. I could look out my balcony and watch the game if I wanted too. In honor of Krista, there had to be baseball.

Since I work seven days a week usually, everyday is Monday morning and Every night is Sunday night.