Paladin wrote pretty fully about what's going on, will second those; this reader feels enormously relieved to see Wyatt awake and functioning again. Also tickled to see Sgt. Woods interest in Sarah becoming more prominent. Hope there is help for everyone to move through this hellish experience and on into a more sunlit time. As for kudos, let them be showered on the writer who brought us this story. Thanks a million.
Oh, boy. David is about to get steamrollered. Flattened by the big dating machine. Wonder what he'll feel like afterwards? Twoey is about to get on the easy sex bus. Is that what he's really like? Hard to say, given the previous chapter; but kids have to sort themselves out, and sometimes wind up going two different directions simultaneously. Not that this is in any way comfortable in the end...However, it will make for great reading, no doubt.
Amazing how those three words - 'I love you' - can change everything. In this case, half the world seems to have slid off of Reece's shoulders. How lovely, and wonderfully written this is. Thank you.
Thank you so much for reading Aquinas. It was fun to write. There will be other things, but I am so, so, slow at this. That I could reply to the prompt, er, promptly, was an aberration, I fear.
Thank you for reading Aquinas, I can identify with both of these guys. The symmetry was just plain irresistible. Guess I will have to start on something new. Poising off dragons can be dangerous, I understand. .
These two were fun to write about. As a second degree coward myself, I can relate. And the prompt was a fat pitch that couldn't be missed, really. Anyway, thanks so much for reading.
These two pretty much wrote the story all by themselves. I got the feeling I had very little to do with it. Thank you very much for the review and the kind words. And yes, there will be something else coming...someday.
I feel Twoey's inner turmoil. Everything happened according to the unwritten expectations of teen life: get naked, have sex. Some kids can deal with it at that level, some have more trouble. But now that Twoey realizes it's not just sex he wants - maybe - I bet he's going to have a lot of trouble reconciling what he allowed to happen with what he thinks he might want. I am preparing for a bumpier ride ahead.
What did he just say? I wanted to check my ears. I wasn't sure that I'd heard my colleague across the table from me correctly. Did he really just come out to me like that?
But he was still talking. "I just thought you needed to know that about me right now, so you can decide."
I examined my friend seated on the other side of the small square restaurant table. Eyes a little too bright, hands folded in front of him with the appearance of calm, but full of tension. The taut tendons above the knu
I weep. with joy for Wyatt's rescue; with sorrow at Bryan's pain; with grief for the destruction of Bryan's childhood; with happiness that Bryan and Wyatt might have a true family of people who care for them. This assumes Wyatt recovers sufficiently to appreciate any of this. And I smile for the Woods, father and son, who actually talk to each other. Thank you for the light in this chapter that will overcome the darkness that shadowed everyone in this story.
These are some seriously sick people. And poor Ezra. Isn't there someone with eyes in their heads and guts enough to get the police involved? Just one phone call could save that boy's life. And Joshua needs an excuse to come back right away. No chance of angelic intervention is there? The father and Luke actually believe in them, don't they?
This has the look of a good story. I already connect with Ezra, and wish I could be there to help. Looing forward to reading the next chapter in about...seconds.
Wow. What an introduction. Better still, I liked that the whole chapter wasn't about the sex, but about living and being. Ramrod, though? enough to make any teenage blush, no matter how mature and level-headed he might be. Go ahead. Write two, three, four chapters a week. May my day. Please.