Mark Ponyboy Peters

For exactly the same reason as your grandfather mentioned . . . LOL

I refuse to listen to anything by that squawking biatche! LOL

Hmmm ... vaguely! @Summerabbacat lol I was, like, 13 . . . and Countdown wasn't exactly something that I got to watch too much in our household, if you know what I mean! LOL MP

OMG I haven't heard that in years! You sure know how to dredge up some great old stuff! lol

There was something about an investigation, yes! 🙂 And yes, we all know WHY it happened! lol

I guess this is the case the world over. I grew up in a house where my father's attitude was ... "No son of mine better turn out to be a poofter, or he'll be out on his ear". That statement was made when I was about 15 while we were visiting one of his brothers at Christmas and one of my cousin's, who was about 18 or so, said something about liking it both ways! So naturally I spent the next few years living in fear that he would "find out" about me ... and especially as I was his only son. lol I had girlfriends and did my best to "conform" but deep down I knew who I was, and I think he knew it too, even though we never had THAT discussion. He mellowed as he got older and more and more cousin's came out. I remember him asking one cousin if she was happy in her new relationship, "as that is all that matters". When Jodi said yes, she was happy, he said he was happy for her. People can change. My father is one example of that. MP

No truer words have ever been spoken! MP

You probably only read the first version ... I added a number of chapters a few years ago to 'complete' the story, so I hope you enjoy the remainder of the journey!

-- Chapter Eleven -- When I had followed Hollywood to his office, we had gone straight there from the car park, so I was still carrying my bag and needed to drop it into my locker, so that was where I headed after leaving his office. The journey back along the school hall was a strange one, mixed with warm greetings, stares, smiles, whispers, and the occasional slap on the back, but not as strange as the sight that welcomed me at my locker, which I soon discovered was plastered

-- Chapter Ten -- I can’t explain how good it was to sleep in my own bed for the first time in almost a week, to smell the familiar scent of the linen, to cuddle into my soft, old pillow, to be covered by the warm blankets that had comforted me for so long now. Even the sounds of the town at night, drifting up from the valley below us and in through the slightly open window, felt comforting and familiar. It was the first decent night’s sleep that I’d had in ages, since even before the

@Summerabbacat interesting question. I will often just do a page at the start of my 'master file' where I make notes about things like names or important "things" I need to revisit often . . . but other times I just wing it! LOL What usually happens then is that I forget that I've often used that name elsewhere . . . usually in another story . . . though I do try to avoid that wherever possible. It can certainly be a challenge!

@Summerabbacat to be perfectly honest, until I re-read the chapter I couldn't even recall what I had called her! 2012 -- when it was originally written -- was a long time ago! lol It's not often that I chose a name for a particular reason, usually it is simply a random choice, but I'm kind of glad she's a Karen . . . and a good Karen at that!

Thank you. That's not one I was familiar with 🤔

-- Chapter Nine -- After being checked over by the doctor and then having to answer endless questions from the police officers, I spent the night in a cold hospital ward, mostly alone. It was just for observation purposes they had said to me. My cuts and scratches had been cleaned and checked and I had been poked and prodded and had every nook and cranny of my body checked over, much to my embarrassment. Afterwards I was allowed to shower and was supplied with some emergency hospital i

-- Chapter Eight -- For the second morning in a row I woke up in the arms of Dallas Pearce. A guy could certainly get used to this, I thought. I awoke to see the valley filled with a dense fog, the mist floating above the waterhole in front of us, the sky a dark grey, fading to a more pallid shade the higher you went, promising sunshine later in the day, I hoped. I lay there for a long while just watching the morning and listening to the sounds; the sound of the water running, which al

-- Chapter Seven -- When I awoke the second time that morning it took me a few moments to remember where I was and just how I had found myself here. I could see that the fire was still burning weakly but daylight was coming. I could clearly see everything outside our cosy little nook, although the floor of this little valley was still deep in shadow and wouldn’t be likely to receive any direct sunlight for hours yet. As I came fully awake I realised two things. Firstly that an arm

Progress on all fronts! Great to see. And I'm looking forward to getting to know Kevin! 😉

@Summerabbacat I shall discuss it with my manager! I'm sure Harry can make you an offer too good to refuse?

Or how about just Penny Bottomless? Her depths know no bounds!

Yeah, just give me the juicy bits! lol

@Philippe I've seen an occasional Long Johnson ... but they weren't surfboards! 😉

@Lynx003 as I recall from when I was writing this, I wasn't worried about them at all! 😉

@Paladin I'm sure they'll get rescued 🙂

@weinerdog so, I have another story that is partly written, where the main character ends up in the porn industry for a while. I guess I'll have to ask @Summerabbacat for permission to use those names! I hope he doesn't ask for an outrageous royalty fee! lol

Hmmmm... I had better start taking some notes!