The map is really interesting. I noticed that areas with high minority concentrations like San Jose's East Side, East Palo Alto, and the flatlands of the East Bay are all significantly lower on their gayborhood scales.
Listen to you. You're freaking English. The next thing you know, you'll be whining that I have to post a chapter on the Queen's Birthday. And by the way, I do know that is on April 21.
Leave it to a gay boy to post a show tune sung by none other than Ethel Merman herself. So stereotypical.
Zach is evolving into an interesting character. He's slutty. I like to write slutty.
This is so not "Dallas." No one is coming back from the dead. Probably.
When I think of Will, I think of those guys I knew in high school who seemed beyond the rest of us. There was one guy when I was a freshman who looked like a senior, and acted like one too, even though he was my age. That's what I think of when I think of Will.
Glad you liked the banter! Nelson was such an amazing man that it's fun to bring him into the mix. That's why we're in the Med: two of the most brilliant commanders are there (Jervis and Nelson).
"Star power" is an anachronism. I've said that I won't use 18th century language because it's too damn hard to do, but I try to weed out things as blatant as that. Oops.
"Beat to Quarters" was the first book I ever read about the Royal Navy. Forester's series has been my inspiration for Bridgemont; I'm one of his biggest fans.
I'm thinking that with your GA "name", most of us would have guessed bottom. Then again, that goes back to the whole stereotype of bottoms, but I thought I'd tease you about it anyway.
Don't call me Shirley.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0A5t5_O8hdA
Kristin is a year behind Gathan. I try to remember that not everyone packs 8 inches, but that doesn't always make for a good story in this genre. I think Will handled it well...some of JP's good manners have rubbed off on him.
You'll get to see more of the Hendricksons in upcoming chapters, and then it becomes easier to understand why they reacted they way they did.
I can just skip over stuff if you want me to.
July 26, 2000
Rome, Italy
Will
We were on his bike, heading back to the hotel, with me clinging to him. Now that I wasn’t nervous about touching him, I had scooted up right behind him and really molded myself to him. It made the curves more comfortable. When we got to a straight section, I moved my hands underneath his shirt and ran them across his abdomen, playing with his treasure trail, and then moving up to his chest. He had no hair on his chest, but he had well-defined