Summerabbacat

How right you are @Paladin.

Apart from Jeremy's tantrum at the beginning of the chapter and his recount of his eviction from 'Burlington Manor' and its immediate aftermath, the rest of the chapter had a sense of whimsy, a playfulness with kissing and an invitation to cohabit. For some reason this song popped into my head, and not just because I am a cat lover and Cure fan, although both probably have a lot to do with it: I am afraid to say @drsawzall and @Lee WilsonI am somewhat ignorant when it comes to great guitar instrumentals and those who are considered great guitarists. I know Eric Clapton is considered a great guitarist and whilst I like some of his solo work (Lay Down Sally, I Shot The Sheriff), my dislike of him as a person negates any admiration I have for him. I agree with you Lee in that I think Brian May is a very good guitarist, but I predictably admire him more for his animal rights stance and agitation than anything else. I can see why Jimi Hendrix is so admired although I don't like his music. I thought Jeff Beck was a very good guitarist as well as Ernie Isley, Carlos Alomar, Nile Rogers and Bernard Edwards.

I was never much of a fan of Kingswood Country but Kath and Kim was very funny. Some of the stereotypes I have exaggerated are awfully close to the truth @Paladin, or at least have quite an unhealthy dose of the characteristics I listed. They are quite harmless really though; me being the "stereotype" I am cannot help being bitchy about them.

They are stereotypes of the worst kind @Paladin, @Summerabbacat exaggerations of real life examples. They could easily be the Real Housewives of Surfers Paradise, the Real Housewives of Paradise Point, the Real Housewives of Coolangatta, and the Real Housewives of Southport respectively. I hope she is none of the above too, but suspect she may have more in common with the Real Housewife of Southport than any of the others.

I hope Vince does a little manscaping at least before he wears an Iverson "thong", unless Peter is a bear-lover of course and then it is totally unnecessary. Perhaps Arvid can buy a thong for his uptight father, Kjell.

The most apt comments I could make on this chapter @Lee Wilson are the wise words of the Queen of Disco (before Donna assumed the title). The "source" of the success of the police rescue of the Arriens family: The return of Jeremy aka Byrson Jeremiah Burlington to his beloved: And, Derek Arriens after the week he has just had: Gloria-ous chapter @Lee Wilson.

Perhaps Noah could buy Val some of Morrie's swimwear as a Father's Day gift.

The only suggestion for improvement from me @Lee Wilson would have been to identify the newly introduced Arriens family members e.g. as follows: Back at the Arriens' household, Derek's father Captain Alex Arriens, is preparing to leave ..........., whilst in the living room his wife Cindy and Frank are watching the game on TV. I wasn't sure at first if Alex was Derek's brother or father, not that it really made any difference to the plot. Likewise with Cindy, I was not sure if she may have been Derek's sister, although Alex's "I love you" suggested she was his wife. In your defence, you may have mentioned in a prior chapter that Derek only had one sibling, his brother Frank, but I have as you know, been binge reading so many Wilsonian stories in the past week or so, as well as the new one about "Hammer" and "Nomes", that I am beginning to wonder if I am summerabbacat, kyliediscobunny or Bryson Jeremiah Burlington IV. The senseless murder of Dennis and Danny was horrific and upsetting, and one of the vilest acts ever committed in one of your stories, however, it did not detract from your writing as it is an all too common occurrence in the world on a daily basis, not only to human beings but to countless of our fellow non-human animals, particularly chickens, the most abused of all animals. Given Jeremy's confusion of the last few days, his relapse and re-emergence, I did not find his apparent lassiez-faire attitude to William's death at all strange. He may have already processed his death, sobbing in Derek's absence or he may not fully understand what has happened. All in all an awful chapter, primarily because it was steeped in reality, without any glossing over the horror of what took place. Superlative writing once again.

Hopefully Walter's cocksucker will return for a second helping of his "joy juice", and if as pleased as he obviously was on the first occasion (he came on Walter's feet after all), suggest to Walter more regular meetings at an alternate location. Walter may be halfway to paradise.

I forgot to mention @Lee Wilson that Bart and Noah had a great New Years Eve and introduction to the New Year. They woke with a hangover for sure, but it was a healthy hangover, a hangover of the most pleasurable kind.

Unfortunately for Noah and Toby, Val and Marina showed themselves to be exactly as a number of we readers had speculated, faux liberals. Their talk of being accepting of Noah's sexuality was just that, talk only. They are like fairy floss or cotton candy as it is known in the USA, sickly sweet spun sugar with no substance. The only saving grace in the relationship between Noah and Toby is that Noah is the older of the two. If Noah had been younger than Toby I shudder to think what they may have done, but reporting Toby, Brian and Gordon to the police would have been a distinct possibility I think. Given Noah is going to be 16 soon he could resume having sex with Toby after his birthday, although if found out Val and Marina may report him to the police for having sex with an underage boy. I am concerned if Granny finds out, she may bully Val into sending Noah off for conversion therapy, which surprisingly has not been banned in the UK yet according to Google. A frank chapter @Robert Hugill, one which delivered a disappointing although not surprising outcome. I like how you have once again "flipped" the stereotype, with the seemingly wealthier and more urbane Val and Marina holding more provincial views on homosexuality at least, than the working class Brian, Gordon, and their parents. I wonder if Val and Marina are friends with Norman and Sheila and belong to the same stuffy golf club.

And bravo for your comment @peter rietbergen. @Robert Hugillis a fine writer and his two current works are a further illustration of this.

@Mark Ponyboy Peters does not usually resort to caricature or stereotype when describing his characters appearance, but I won't let that stop me from enjoying the opportunity to do so @CincyKris. Anne Rummery may be one of the following: bottle blonde 50'ish former Miss Thompsonville and high school knockout (read "popular" girl); heavily tanned and made up with bright red lipstick on a collagen injected trout-pout, and plentifully applied turquoise eyeshadow; dressed in a very tight leopard print pant-suit to display her augmented bosom, heels (which she is unable to comfortably walk in) and lots of mid-price range gold jewellery, including huge hoop earrings; drives a BMW natural blonde 50'ish former high school clever girl; dressed immaculately and very expensively in all white with sensible flat white shoes and tasteful jewellery; has had some subtle cosmetic refreshment; drives a Lexus natural blonde 50'ish former surfie chick who has aged considerably due to sun exposure and smoking a lot of weed before she got hitched to Troy, a plumber by trade and manwhore by nature, who ran off with her best friend from school after she gave birth to their third child; she mainly wears lots of cheesecloth/linen sun dresses and very little else; she has had no work done, so consequently everything has headed south, which is one of the reasons why Troy ran off with her considerably cosmetically enhanced fembot best friend none of the above, she is an average suburban wife looking for a bit of fun with her book club; she considers herself smarter than her fellow book club members because she finished her typing course at the local TAFE before becoming a solicitor's secretary; she subsequently married the boss and is now bored shitless; her main pleasure in life is the white wine and occasional vodka cocktails she "secretly" plies herself with A delightful chapter @Mark Ponyboy Peters with a hint of melancholy present in Tony's reminiscences again. I hope there will be a 6th person present at the luncheon on the boardwalk, and that person is as @weinerdog has speculated. If Aaron is a surprise guest I imagine there will be tears aplenty, although they won't be on the dance floor as sung by Womack & Womack 36 years ago (can you believe it @Mark Ponyboy Peters, 36 years has passed since that monster hit).

There you go again @weinerdog. Your observations are acute. Maybe you don't have a crystal ball after all, just a razor sharp mind or in this case a suspicious mind, a suspicion which I hope does not prove groundless.

I will even put my "two bobs worth" in before the workshop @CincyKris (see below).

I hate Brenda. "I know you're a 'glass is almost empty' kind of guy, never really approaching even half-full. But for your own sanity, you need to come up from the depths of pessimistic darkness. Come into the light." Bitch just described me without even knowing me (LOL). I have to say she and I can share a pizza anytime though; olives and peppers and none of that dead animal material. At any age waiting is a hard game to play, especially when the outcome could be a life changer for more than one person, as is the case with Derek and Jeremy/Bryson. Whatever the outcome he cannot go back to Georgia. If he starts listening to Ray Charles' Georgia On My Mind, Randy Crawford's Rainy Night In Georgia or previously mentioned tracks by Gladys Knight & The Pips or Vicki Lawrence, change the station or CD quick smart Derek. He must NOT be allowed to think of Georgia favourably. With the human brain anything is possible @Lee Wilson, no matter how ludicrous it may sound. If this were not the case, how could one possibly explain the outcome of a number of elections recently in several western countries or the popularity of "reality" TV shows about very tiresome people with little or no talent, and egos only slightly smaller than their constructed booty's. Compared to this, Jeremy's changing brain capacity is not far-fetched at all.

Great song by Vicki Lawrence. One of those "story songs" which were very popular in the early 1970's.

If the Gold Dust Woman or her Sisters Of The Moon visit Sara all will be well in the world, but If Anyone Falls and damages any of the Seven Wonders or the Leather & Lace then there will be Trouble In Shangri-La.

Yes you dropped many hints, but I hoped it was just "talk". Which is why your stories are so authentic.

Not only has Jeremy lost his memory again, but he appears to have become aggressive and possibly a little paranoid too. Hopefully the police will pick him up and take him to the same hospital he was at before. Did he take his wallet with him which has ID in it if the police do pick him up? What a clusterfuck @Lee Wilson. The old saying is two steps forward and one step back, not two steps forward and three steps back (LOL). For his sake, I hope Jeremy does not try to go back to Georgia. In his case taking the Midnight Train To Georgia would be a very bad thing.

A very interesting story thus far @Lee Wilson, very believable. Your expression of Jenny's grief was very respectful, and at the same time very humorous, each task to be achieved punctuated by an intake of wine. I know consumption of alcohol is often viewed as a panacea for grief, and for some it can work very well, whilst for others it only magnifies the grief. The financial and immediate dilemmas to be faced both Jeremy and Jenny are very real and would be very daunting for both. Hopefully William had good worker's insurance for both himself and for Jeremy, although getting the pay out may be like getting blood out of a stone. Insurance companies of all types are notorious for having short arms and deep pockets. Jeremy's amnesia and its aftermath illustrated how frightening it would be to lose your memory, as our being able to live our lives to any degree now is so dependant on passwords and PIN numbers. If you cannot remember them or prove you are who you say you are, you're well and truly fucked.

Well 'Twizzler' you have saved yourself, for now. Maybe (LOL). Jeremy Berger, the electrician's assistant formerly known as Bryson Jeremiah Burlington, is alive but remembers nothing of the past 2.5 years, a time when he has likely been at his happiest, having escaped a homophobic father (at least). I agree with the speculation of @weinerdog, his birth name suggests he may have been born into wealth or at least those with a pretence to wealth. I wonder if there is a Jr after his name or a II or III. I also wonder if there is any significance to Jeremy having assumed Berger as his family name. Is it perhaps his mother's family name? Jenny Perch's reaction to her husband's death was not the norm, but is not unheard of either. People react differently to the death of a loved one, particularly a death which has happened so suddenly. She may be in shock, or she may be someone who is stoic by nature, or someone who wishes to grieve in private. This appears to be one of your lengthier stories @Lee Wilson. I sense a challenging road ahead for Jeremy (Bryson) and Derek, which can only mean first rate entertainment from your pen.

This must be what you get from listening to too much Molly Hatchet @Lee Wilson, nightmares about severed penises, although in this case it does not appear the penis was severed with an axe. The Aussie group, The Models, who had a worldwide hit in 1985 with Out Of Mind, Out Of Sight, had a song on an earlier album entitled No Shoulders No Head, which had an insistent industrial sounding beat. I kept hearing it whilst 3D were at The Wilson Estates, but with different lyrics. No Penis No Balls. Jesus, what a start to the story @Lee Wilson. Lorena Bobbitt's gay brother got the ball (or should it be balls) rolling with a poorly cut piece of meat, the "meat" in this case being his boyfriend's penis. And if that wasn't enough for we readers to contend with, the fate of the protagonist's boyfriend, Jeremy, lies in your hands until chapter 2. Given his profession and the cliffhanger, the electric chair may be waiting for you if you kill him off so soon. Macabre and suspenseful. A riveting opening chapter @Lee Wilson.

Aaarrrggghh. You are like the great Stevie Nicks I see @Lee Wilson. She apparently has a tape recorder beside her bed (although this may have changed to some other type of recording device now) to record ideas for songs when she wakes in the middle of the night. I guess I will just have to Stand Back and observe from afar, or perhaps from the Edge of Seventeen, if this story has a Landslide of emotions capable of setting the Rooms On Fire. Being a story from your pen I assume there will be a Whole Lotta Trouble, possibly a character who is a Gypsy or a Beauty And The Beast, maybe even a character named Rhiannon. Whatever the case, I Can't Wait to read it so shall commence doing so without further ado.

Another of @Lee Wilson's earlier works which I enjoyed immensely. It features a very large cast of characters, and some very topical themes such as racism, homophobia, bullying and teenage angst. Although not always a pleasant read, in fact there are a number of events take place which are thoroughly unpleasant, it was a deeply satisfying read. Tissues at the ready are recommended as there are a number of plots within the story which were terribly moving, both pleasant and unpleasant. Well done Lee.