Laura S. Fox

Oh, yes, that is so very true. Alex has his baggage, quite a lot of it, as you will see when the story gets there. And who truly is Alex? That is a tough, tough question (and now I'm being a bit more mysterious than I should be, he, he). Worried about little Simon? He'll have his role in the story. Good or bad, I'll let you be the judge. Let's just say that he will also be an obstacle in the gauntlet challenge Carter is, kind of, volunteering for. Thanks a lot for another lovely comment! Love, Rumpelstiltskin.

Thanks a lot! I hope you will continue to enjoy!

Ah, this is such a sweet comment. Carter does take many things to heart, no matter how much he would like to think otherwise. As for learning to love Aron? Totally rooting for it, he, he. (Rather strange coming from the author, isn't it?)

Don't put that behind Yolanda! And I'm glad you found that hot

He, he, then maybe you're a little less curious now? I must say, that paragraph was the result of some, ahem, intensive research!

Chapter Ten – Let’s Make A Salad All right, at least he had managed to make the leather chair look decent after the online BDSM groups had supplied him with useful information on how to clean cum off leather. The best part was that he hadn’t needed to call Mark to the rescue, and a tissue and some rubbing alcohol that he had luckily found in the small vanity cabinet available in his office, had done the trick. He dropped his head on his arms, as he knelt before the chair that had so sile

Hey, thank you so much! You're always so supportive of me. I cannot be grateful enough. And, if this story ever finds its way to become a longer one, you will surely know

He used to love everything about his dad. He took in the other’s profile. The light filtered through the window pane made everything look softer. The sun was coming out, and it was already the end of the day. It had rained the entire day. It made regrets linger so much more. Their clothes were on hangers, left to dry in the other room that served both as a kitchenette and whatever the temporary guest wanted to use it for. None of them had wanted to use an umbrella t

Two men find new things about each other at the end of the roughest day of their lives.

Oh, certainly something did awake in Carter, as for going back from it ... no, he has no chance (evil laughter in the background :))). Thank you for reading and commenting!

Your reply only flatters me. And the suggestion is noted

First, let me thank for another insightful comment. And, second, let me address all the points in your comment, as they do require consideration. Good point on noticing Aron's tendency in bedroom affairs. But, you may be surprised what that really means and in what roundabout way Aron got to that. Carter really needs to get out of that river you mentioned last time, or he might just drown, lol. Yeah, you're totally right, his brain is the one 'making' him do stuff (ahem, gay stuff). The title is all on me, and by the way my notes look at this point, it's safe to say that I will reveal its meaning in the last chapter. Yes, I know, I am that evil, ha, ha. But I will leave breadcrumbs along the way, and I think people will figure out what's all about until I reach the finish line with these characters and this story. Yes, Carter will have to face his husband when he gets home, he, he. He'll have a little detour, which will take the entire next chapter, but, when in Wonderland, detours are the norm, right? And here I gave some spoilers (shaking head to myself) And now for the sensitive issue, the updates. Once in a while I might update sooner than a week, but, as things stand now, I don't want to make promises only to fail people later. Let that be a nice surprise! Thank you again, And lots of hugs! PS. And I hope I'm still Rumpelstiltskin to you!

He, he, I believe Carter starts to realize exactly what you said. That is a line that once crossed can never be uncrossed. As for why Aron likes this kind of play, I hope the story will reveal some interesting bits in its progression. Loved your comment about the talking dick! Obviously, in Wonderland, one cannot help but let his dick do the talking! Hugs!

Oh, he will have a lot to deal with! And I can promise only one thing: that this rabbit hole will just go deeper and deeper. So glad you enjoyed it! Thanks a lot!

Ha, ha, ha, got so excited with this comment I was definitely hoping to get that I pressed the thumbs up repeatedly when I was just wanting to go for the heart thingy! Thanks a lot, Wes, I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Chapter Nine – Nut, Nuts, Nutter “Your husband called a few times,” Mark chimed in, holding the door for him, and seeing him to his desk like he was crippled. Carter threw his secretary a confused look. “You dropped your phone here, before heading to your meeting with Yolanda. I didn’t answer. But it’s all for the best that you didn’t have your phone with you,” Mark added in a low whisper. “I heard she’s a beast if something or someone interrupts her meetings.” “Really?” Carte

Thank you for reading! As a consolation, I will just tell you Klaus's parents loved Jake

Ha, ha, color me evil ... Well, to avoid making people even more confused than they are already, I will admit to the truth that the receptionist is not an important part of the plot, and was there just as the necessary obstacle in Carter's way to see ... himself again. BUT ... as far as the chaos is concerned, ah, definitely expect more. Certainly. Undoubtedly. Thanks a lot for dropping by and commenting! Hugs!

Hey, hey, thanks for the nice review/comment! Carter is clearly bent on trying at least one type of diet, so one hamburger a day sounds like a good start! And the unicorn horn, he, he, I haven't thought of that before! Well, I must say that I'm glad you noticed the mentioning of Carter's parents. They will not be just a footnote in the story, as you will see later. As for rewording the thing with the love in the ass, ha, ha, you just put it better than me! Last, but not least, thank you for liking Yolanda! She's my spirit animal!

Well, my dear godmother - I feel like I should call you that, now that you gave me a new name - thanks for laughing at my jokes! Ha, ha, but really I hoped I'd make people laugh with this story, so it's a reward to hear I manage! Loved the de-nial joke, so good! :)) Well, and you're not off the mark here in regards to our guys who like to swim in the said river. How is that saying? Fake it until you make it? I don't think that ever worked. Yolanda is fooled by Alex's care for a perfect image ... well, she has no reason to doubt him, as she's my good-natured character who cannot see bad things in people, and I'm saying that without any fear of spoilers. And it's not only because she's gullible, though. Alex is a very skillful man, and let's leave it at that for now. As for your last question, I won't answer directly, but, hey, it's a comedy, and death shouldn't be in the tags, right? Lots of love, Rumpelstiltskin.

Hmm, the truth being the body swap? No, it's not a dumb question, but, as Carter wondered about this, even from the beginning, he has no other reason but that he doubts he would be believed and considered crazy instead. Also, there's another thing, that will be revealed later (And I have the bases covered ;)) You will see why.

Thanks for commenting! Well, to answer your question first, I didn't plan to write any other character's POVs, although it might be cool, thinking of it. At the same time, Aron's POV would give away too much and I'm evil incarnate and I want you all to suffer! Just kidding. But it truly serves the Mystery tag, the lack of any other characters' POVs. And yes, poor Carter ... But there's always a reward for trying to do the right thing, right?

That's great to hear! And I love to read other people's speculations! It's just so much fun!

Ha, ha, Wes, I'm sure you would do a much better job! Too bad I distributed the role to Carter already! You would have made the perfect MC! Hugs!

The sofa was clearly there only for visual appeal and nothing more. Carter tossed and turned, but no matter what he did, how he coiled and uncoiled himself, he could not find an ideal sleeping position. Eventually, he settled for throwing his legs over one end, and lay there, like the perfect crash test dummy. There was no way he was going after Aron, like before, or sleeping in the same bed. In a way, this was convenient. He wasn’t going to engage in penetrative gay sex with his best frien