Laura S. Fox

Well, then my job is done :)) Yeah, I hate them, too, hence my portrayal of them.

He, he, thanks for the good wishes. And the assistant ... I'm so glad you're not forgetting about him. He'll play a major role

Ah, ah, wha ...? Why? :((

Chapter Thirteen – Little Boxes He woke up with the first rays of sun gently invading the room through the curtains. He could not remember ever feeling so well rested. Usually, he was a fussy sleeper, as there always had to be something ready to annoy him, be it a crumpled sheet, a pillow all in knots, or his own mind trying to solve this or that. “Morning,” Aron nuzzled his neck, waking up with the first stir from Carter. “Um,” was the only thing he could say. Last night, he ha

Chapter Twelve – Gay For You. Or Something. Carter inhaled Aron’s warmth, as they stood there, in the door. Okay, he hoped the guy was not going to get all sentimental because he had absolutely no idea how to deal with such a thing. As his best friend, Aron had never gotten so mushy over him, or over anything. He had been Carter’s rock, well, at least, until they fell apart. Aron broke their hug and grabbed him by the neck in an affectionate manner. Carter let out a long breath, and toge

Chapter Eleven – What Was Seen Cannot Be Unseen Carter was chewing the nail on his index finger like a Duracell bunny at a carrot tasting. The initial shock was gone, but he still held Simon’s phone in his hand, not wanting to let go. But it was not like those offending pictures were going to disappear by magic. There, on the shiny screen, Alex Ruskin was locked in a heated embrace with the guy currently sitting across from him, in the poshest cafe Carter had ever set foot in. And that

Oh, I think you'll guess why Alex's behavior is not that much of a bother for those around even before I get to the explanation. And, yes, Carter did get to experience first-hand what being a model is like :)) Thank you for stopping by and commenting!

Ha, ha, it appears that Carter's mind is getting kinkier and kinkier ... He could not have thought about Better Homes and Gardens. Don't be too concerned about Simon, nor about the ballet lessons. I have it all in the bag, I swear! Thank you for your consistence and of course, another fun to read comment!

Ha, ha, I remember when a friend explained to me what 'tossing the salad' means in English, and I think I almost fell from the chair reading the explanation. But now, damn, occasion lost for a naughty pun!

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