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Chapter 16— The Love of Christmas With locked lips, we stood. In the passion of our kiss, my eyes closed as the world around us started to waver and wane away. Leo’s fingers stroked my chin, with the gentleness and care reserved for the most delicate and precious of things. My body squirmed at first from the suddenness of it all, but eventually, as the tingling vibrations dissipated into my body from his fingers, from the smoothness of his soft, soft lips, I succumbed to the power of his to

Chapter 15—Bedroom butterflies He shifted his feet, his eyes closely following them as he sat himself down on my bed. There was a muffled sound as the fabric of his clothes came into contact with the blanket decorated with still butterflies. The blanket creased slightly under the weight of his body, and the butterflies seemed to fly and flutter. His shoulders slouched, his head hung a little low, causing strands of his hair to droop over his forehead. Leo said nothing. I understood why. I s

Chapter 14: Amid the falling snow Amid the falling snow Eithne Ní Bhraonáin (Enya) © 2005 Warner Music Intl. How I remember sleepless nights, when we would read by candlelight, and on the windowpane outside a new world made of snow. A million feathers falling down, a million stars that touch the ground: so many secrets to be found amid the falling snow. -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Drifting, drifting, drifting w

Ch 13 Dancing on Ice Thanks to Sterling for editing and his continual support. After the anticipated big kiss, what happens next? Something silently sweet. -- -- -- -- -- -- I want to hold your hand The Beatles © 1965 And when I touch you I feel happy inside. It's such a feeling that my love I can't hide, I can't hide, I can't hide. Yeh, you've got that something, I think you'll understand. When I'll feel that something I want to hold your hand, I want to hold your hand, I want to

Chapter 12 – Closer II A special thank you to Sterling for his support in so many ways. -- -- -- -- -- -- -- “I—I like you, yes.” It was an honest answer, but somehow I felt the anxiety bugs gnawing my insides. “What—what about really like me?” I almost choked when I heard the question. My shivering started again uncontrollably. It was a simple question. Five simple words, but they carried a heavy weight which I felt compress my chest and prevented me from breathing. My heart

Chapter 12a : Closer I Many, many thanks to Sterling for all his time and effort in making this possible. -- -- -- -- -- -- I didn’t turn around, however much I wanted to. I didn’t want him to see me in such a sorry state. He didn’t need to be bothered by my self-esteem issues or infected with the diseases that have forever plagued my body and soul. The wind stopped whispering and started howling. Fallen and defeated leaves scrapped the pavement, hopelessly trying to stay still, onl

Chapter 11: Music in the wind A very special thank you to Sterling, new-found friend and editor. -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Deliver me Sarah Brightman © 1998 Eastwest Records Deliver me, out of my sadness. Deliver me, from all of the madness. Deliver me, courage to guide me. Deliver me, strength from inside me. All of my life I've been in hiding. Wishing there was someone just like you. Now that you're here, now that I've found you, I know that you're the one to pull me t

Chapter 10: Silent hopes All You Need Is Love The Beatles © 1967 There's nothing you can do that can't be done. Nothing you can sing that can't be sung. Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game It's easy. There's nothing you can make that can't be made. No one you can save that can't be saved. Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be in time It's easy. All you need is love, all you need is love, All you need is love, love, love is all you need. -- --

Chapter 9: Just an act&hellip It is a mask I wear, So solid and so safe Like an armour and a sword; For I am invincible, I am fearless and I am brave But inside, somewhere You know deep inside, A face is clouding, Howling, thundering, moaning, A child is crying. -- -- -- -- -- -- I sat restlessly on the chair, feeling my stomach grind and grumble. I could almost taste my lunch and stomach acid as they flowed back up my throat, but I swallowed hard

Chapter 8: Changing History To the Victims. May they become Survivors. -- -- -- -- -- -- I feel a rough body pound on me, again and again. No, it can’t be! Why is it happening? My eyes are closed, but my ears are open to the noise of the bed cricketing beneath me. I see only darkness, and feel such a sick sensation fill my entire body and brain. Why does this happen to me? I dare not open my eyes. I dare not see the look in the other person’s eyes… the look of satisfaction, of p

Chapter 7: Chance calling He stared at the piece of crumpled scrap paper lying on the table. He had scribbled a number on it earlier in such a way that only he could decipher what the figures were. For the last ten minutes or so he paced up and down his room, feeling emotions he never thought possible before. There was anxiety, nervousness, excitement, frustration…all of the above stirred together like a strong cocktail mix that made his head spin. Something was holding him back fr

Chapter 6: Dancing in the rain To Sunny—who saw and greeted the world for the first time. Introducing: the bicycle. Yes, away from the American teenage life of big, flashy, gas-guzzling cars, the rest of the world seems more than happy with the alternative way of getting around. It’s safe, fun, free, and environmentally friendly! Though there isn’t much room in the back to ‘fool around’ in (…trust me), I hope this chapter will remind people of what great fun can be had with this w

Chapter 5: Assignment I suddenly feel my quilt move and a hand reach between my legs. It is night time, and the moonlight cast a bright light on my bed. But all else is dark and silent, safe for the ruffling sound of him climbing into my bed. I feel something soft trying to poke me from behind. Again and again and again. Then, a sharp pain as my ass was split and held forcibly open. I hear a slight groan, and feel a rhythmic movement poking me from behind. Again and again and again

Chapter 4: Low, melancholy cry Naked. Frightened. I am trembling violently for some reason. I hug myself with both hands and arms, which grope around my body like ropes, tightly and firmly. I feel so vulnerable, so weak. There is a door at the end of this long corridor that draws my attention, so I tread slowly toward it, one foot, then the next one, carefully. I open the door, and at first I see nothing. Air with a peculiarly dense and thick smell wafts around my nostrils. It

Chapter 3: He hit me "You alright?" I didn't know if I was hearing things through music in my ears. "David, are you OK?" I heard it again. This time it was unmistakable someone was talking to me. I looked left and right but saw no one. Then I guessed the person talking to me must be behind me, so I turned around. And saw a smile. "Hi. I saw you walking this way, and wondered if you're alright." It was Leonardo, or just Leo for short, since his name was such a mouthful every