Friends for years, a separation, and now a rejuvenation of that earlier friendship. The rejuvenation is rife with sexual undertones. And, hey, I want to see a painting of Tyler jerking off, too. I'd rather see it live, but you take what you can get. Maybe our esteemed author will find himself an illustrator.
Thanks for the feedback. Glad you enjoyed it even though it's not your favorite genre.
Next? Nothing so unusual. Next up is another sequel, part 3 to Carlo and Karl's story, but focused on Carlo's cross-country teammate, Bart Hamilton and his beau, Noah. After that, I'm working on an apocalyptic horror story related to a prompt. I won't share that yet; the story is still in its infancy.
I start getting antsy around noon. Jake notices.
"DM, what's up? You look like every chair you sit on has nails on it."
"Aunt Carmela should be arriving soon. If Uncle A..., um, Bob is coming too, the next 24 hours or so are going to be pure hell. Sorry Shaun and David."
"We've heard worse."
"Said worse too, right Shaun?"
"Yeah."
"Maybe if he comes, it means he's mellowed."
"Maybe, but when I spoke to Aunt Carmela a little over a week ago, she didn't mention an
Andy’s straight. Uh huh. Believe that and I’ve got a bridge in the Sahara I’m selling.
I hear that. Had one burning up the brain cells and had to stick it in before I finished posting the current one. One whole story ahead and just started another. Two years ago I couldn’t put 3 words down at one time. 20 months here, I’ve put 844k down.