CarlHoliday

Jerry's POV I didn’t notice him at first until he sat down in the seat next to me. I looked over and he smiled. “Hi, I’m Dave,” he said. He had short, wavy black hair; large, black eyebrows, like caterpillars crawling toward each other and nearly met in the middle; eyes so dark I couldn’t tell if they were black or just a very dark shade of brown; a large, prominent nose, which reminded me of what my father once said about someone we saw when I went with him down to Detroit, “must be a Jew, lo

Sometimes your Muse just goes away now and then for unexplained reasons. You're right to give yourself a break and not to put too much stress on writing. The words will come back at the most unexpected time. Peace.

Happy Birthday SkinnyD!

Thanks for the wonderful review Roland. Yes, many possible plot lines ahead.

Geoff’s POV Jerry was just eighteen and ready to start his first year at Warnton College in September, 2014. There was an innocence about him that, unfortunately, I found sexually exciting. He was at my house for an interview to be the houseboy. I had purchased an 1895 Queen Anne style house at 319 Winesap Lane in 1986 after my Uncle Walter had died of AIDS and I inherited the bulk of his estate and, as it was much bigger than I needed, I felt there was a need for household help that far out

College professor Geoff Johnson's 1890's Queen Anne style house is so big he has to hire someone to help maintain it. Usually, every four years that person has always been a freshman at Warnton College where Geoff works. The house is always full of students many of whom Geoff has had affairs with. This year all of that comes to a crashing end when his life takes a dramatic turn.

Just got a call from the dermatology clinic where I had the latest biopsy on my left ear. The pathology report came back today and it's a squamous cell carcinoma. They'll be scheduling with the VA as to whether they or the VA will do the surgery. They will be recommending one of their Mohs qualified surgeons handle the procedure. They VA will probably say that I should have my ear whacked off just to save a few bucks. Life moves on, as I've got a lot of writing to do, a dog to house train, and a hot summer coming on.

Thank you for the great review.

As far as I am concerned the only sure therapy to a psychologically troubled mind is to have a productive hobby and to practice it on a regular basis. Medicinally, I am stable with an effective mood stabilizer and an anti-depressant specifically developed to treat depression associated with bipolar disorder. That leaves my hobby which is writing. I’ve tried to learn how to play the guitar, even to the point of buying one for $800 (actually getting it on sale for $400), but that’s basically a non-starter. At this point in time I have a series (William Walter Williams) that has begun to be published. Another series (319 Winesap Lane) is written up to Chapter 6 and will start to be published soon as I get through Chapter 6 and into Chapter 7. A new story came to me over the weekend. It is a sci-fi story that takes place in the future on a distant planet. The leading character, John Quincy Allerman, colloquially known as Allerman, awakes in a forest totally unaware as to who, what, or where he is. He follows a path that leads him to a community of fellow humans who immediately identify him as “The Faggot”, which in this society is not a derogatory phrase. In fact, he will serve the community in much the same way the “The Harlot” does her duty, only he will service men who desire the company of a man in the way only a faggot can. There are so many places this story can go that I’m sure it will keep me preoccupied for many months. I’ve finished Chapter 1 and am working Chapter 2.

Thanks Azorf for the great review. Yes, there will definitely be a few twists and turns down the road.

Thanks for the review Buz. Considering his past, we can't expect Will's future to be full of peaches and cream. Whether Bobby is a true physical manifestation of his physical being is for Will to figure out. Jeremy offers the stability only a boyfriend can offer to a young teen who has a horrendous past.

Thanks Buz for the great review!

Thanks Karl for the wonderful review.

When Will arrived at the police station he was escorted into an interview room where supposedly he expected an officer would come to interrogate him. It was small, with pale gray walls, and an overhead light protected by a wire cage. The once padded chair was hard from having too many people sit on it. He was hungry, but figured food wasn’t going to pass between his lips until sometime tomorrow morning. He turned his head at the sound of the doorknob clicking and saw a woman in a dark blue skirt

Thanks for the excellent review SD. Yes, sometimes you just get it right and Geoff was such a good character he maybe coming back, but quite a bit older this time around.

May you have a very happy birthday!

Thanks for the kind words Dave.

Thanks for the great review SD.

Thanks for the review SD. Yes Geoff is pretty screwed up at this point in the story, but there is always hope he'll get better.

Thanks SD for the review. Well, considering this was pre-Stonewall homophobic was somewhat to be expected in certain areas of society.

Thanks SD for the review and I hope you enjoy reading the entire story.

“Exit 4, Sanitaria Springs,” Lew called out. “Come on, Will, hustle your butt up here, I don’t want to have to pull completely off just to drop you.” “Why here?” Will asked as he jumped down from the top bunk of the sleeper and reached up to pull down his backpack. The twelve-year-old slipped out through the blackout screen and sat in the passenger seat with the bag between his legs. The truck came to a stop and the familiar hiss of the airbrakes filled the early morning dark, dawn was probably

A young boy is sold into sexual slavery by his parents. After six years he is rescued by the police and put into a psychological and educational treatment facility where he stays until finally being placed with foster parents.

For the past week I’ve been wavering over putting GA on the backburner for the foreseeable future. My mental state is in a total disarray since Rambo bit me and my son had to put him down. Plus, my son has his own mental issues to consider. In effect, we’re both a couple of crazies trying to make do with life. But, I have a series of stories that may save me. One deals with a boy who was sold by his parents into sexual slavery when he was six. Dabeagle helped me a lot with New York State’s policies and procedures on foster care, but I don’t know if I want to publish due to its sensitive subject matter. That story has two subsequent stories, but neither of them have been written further than generalized plotting. Of course, there is 319 to work on. I have five and a half chapters, but they are not in any condition close to publishing mostly due to formatting issues. We took Nana in for her 3 month checkup and she’s now 25 lbs. of bouncing German Shepherd puppy. What’s nice is that she likes to snuggle. The other night she actually climbed up and lay in my lap for about 10 minutes. Very calming for a troubled mind.

Was it inevitable? We’ll never know. What is known is that my son’s 90 lb. German Shepherd bit me yesterday morning with no provocation. I was sitting at the desk working on the laptop and Nana was rummaging around my chair. I reached down to pet her and Rambo chomped down onto my forearm and wrist with enough force to draw blood. Luckily for me, this time the entire episode was viewed by my son who has been of the opinion that every time Rambo has attacked me in the past has, somehow, been my fault. In all previous attacks I was wearing my blue flannel house jacket, but this time it was a bare arm bite. I’ve had inflicted pain before, but this is my first animal bite and I do not wish to have another. When I finally regained some sense of composure I told my son Rambo was a vicious dog and either he had to go or I was moving out. My son finally admitted Rambo needed to go. This morning he went down to city hall and arranged to relinquish ownership of Rambo and have him euthanized. When he got back he put the muzzle on Rambo and left in the car. I know this was very difficult for my son and told him I was sorry it had to come to this, but I couldn't live with Rambo knowing he could attack me again. Now, I have some fairly serious puncture wounds that I will have to watch for infection and wait for the pain to go away. I’d like to take something for it, but I’m allergic to all the over-the-counter analgesics except aspirin, which I can’t take because it messes with the blood levels of my mood stabilizer. So I suffer, know that in time the pain will go away. It’s good that I can still write even though I haven’t written anything for over a week. I’m still getting use to my new anti-psychotic and hope, in time, I will be able to get back to working on the stories I have in production.