JLynch

@Jason RimbaudNow you know where the name “Thayer” came from.

I’m glad you’re getting a kick out of the story, Chip. You’re so right about Lake Minnetonka. It’s a constant parade of monster (expensive) boats there all the time. To a lesser extent on smaller lakes but they all share many of the same characteristics. It’s all good, though.

Malkerson Island. So, I’m curious. Are you familiar with Bay Lake or did you look it up, perhaps on google maps?

Somewhere it says this is fiction. But, I’m glad you have gotten the impression that it’s all real (enough). There are enough truths and facts such as locales to make it all plausible. For example, there is a Bay Lake and it has a large island in the middle of it, AND it is owned by one family. So, Ernest Thayer never had children and, as I mentioned earlier, Oscar de la Renta only had one adopted child, no natural children, and, as a result, no one name Oscar de la Renta II or a grandchild named Oscar de la Renta II (Ozzie).

Ernest Thayer never had any children so this part of the story is entirely fictional.

So, now we know, Scrubbie? Do we?

I won’t. I just peeked at it. This revised version really doesn’t tell the story any differently other than the obvious. I’m curious as how you came to the boarding school theme.

This is a well written, easy-to-read, beginning. The dialogue is good and the characters are clearly drawn. I’ll read on! And—probably check out the other version, too!

Late afternoon. Thayer sat on the floor, his back against the couch in the family room of Romey’s house. Deep in thought. Well, several thoughts. First, how do I get out of here? Second, how do I broach the subject with C.O. about the real reason why he was hiding behind that tree? There had been no time to talk after they got back to shore. Mr. Elwinde was on him from the moment he tied up the boat to the end of the day. Just as he was about to leave, his fingers on his phone ready to

At the time this chapter was published, the profile photo was that of Bell. Currently (01/25) it is Carey.

I didn’t have a specific goal, as you suggested, to show how more mature people have erotic desire. In fact, I think, as we age, our erotic/kinky desires evolve, develop, expand…whatever word you may want to attach to it. The fact that Carey’s grandfather had this hidden, obviously obscene alternative lifestyle, was a profound revelation. Maybe, in a sense, it normalized his own experiences, at least to this point. Bell, on the other hand, is composed of one erotic impulse. He’s game for anything, even “old” people, as long as it satisfies “something” inside him. He is just such a “bad boy,” isn’t he?

As someone who is rarely drawn to stories about more mature people, I found this first chapter to be engaging and very well written. The dialogue is real, the writing style clean, and the story idea compelling. I’m going to forge onward!

Interesting to speculate. Thanks for those comments, w-dog. Cornish might/does have a motive. It IS possible he took out Orly. At this point, we just don’t know, do we? Shamus is taking a conservative methodical approach to the investigation. I’m not sure I would characterize him as “dumbass” however.

Thanks, scrubber! Three questions in the last paragraph of your comment. “Who was the killer? He was a pro.” So, another pro besides the late Orly Keogh? Or, was it a lucky shot?

The next day. Boring! Not just boring but bored out of his mind! Ozzie stared down at the page, his eyes momentarily losing focus as they started to droop closed. He shook his head once and coughed, shaking his head again to stay awake. Reading Jane Austen was bad enough, only second to having to read it out loud to two elderly women and an old man. The two women sat up straight, listening with rapt attention. The old guy’s chin was down on his chest. Light snores with each b

No! Good heavens! She doesn’t know. But, somehow, I think she would be amused rather than offended. “The Verdict,” 1983, was nominated for 5 Oscars including Best Picture and Best Actor. A courtroom drama.

This is an interesting observation, one I’m struggling a bit to respond to. It’s clear the $1,000 was payment for services. If those “services” also obligated the Professor to grant Carey an A in Statistics is another thing. It should be apparent that Oxydahl was a hard teacher of a difficult subject. I somehow doubt his warped mind would have allowed for him to forge an A in the records when Carey might have deserved a C based on his mid-term and final. Recall that he managed to get all of his school work done and ace a quiz even in the throes of an intense relationship with Harper. You’ll find out more by the end of the story about Carey’s intelligence and academic prowess. “Classes continued,” but is everything still the same as before? I guess we’ll find out!

On occasion, I have been reprimanded for including heterosexual sex and lesbian sex in my stories, as if Gay fiction must exclusively be either homosexual. Our world doesn’t work that way. We’re all mixed together in our daily lives.

It’s kind of turning into a hot mess, isn’t it? Hee Hee!

Freddy isn’t that smart. Plus, he’s guilt ridden and frantic. Curl Up and Dye was borrowed from “The Blues Brothers” movie. It’s the salon the character played by Carrie Fisher owns. There are numerous salons around the country with that name.

If you ever saw “The Verdict,” starring Paul Newman, you would know Katherine Ann LaBouré was the name of the victim. I happen to know someone who fits the description of Kat, even going by that nickname. She is a sweetie, however, totally divorced from this character in every possible way.

Earlier that day. “Christ, Cutie! Would you get dressed?” “Dad! What is your problem?” Deck could feel the blood pulsing through his veins. He took a deep breath, trying to get his heart rate under control. She could do that to him. Even at the age of thirteen, she was able to get him going, for better or worse. The fact of the matter was that he worshipped his daughter, giving her everything she needed or wanted. She was a clone of her mother, both in the looks department, and in

This chapter is a bit auto-biographical. I occupied the corner room of a frat house over the summer myself. I believe, that summer, I discovered the adult movie houses downtown that showed XXX movies. I eventually became addicted to going to them. It wasn’t just the movies, but the whole seediness of it all that I found tremendously erotic.

Astute observation about ‘the ghost.’ We shall see…we shall see.

There’s a lot of bad people in this story. Just sayin’. And, yes, that is admittedly crazy. But, you realize, Thayer and C.O. are totally clueless, right?