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Thank you, Karl. I'm glad you enjoyed the story.
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Thank you, Lisa. We hope that all love stories have happy endings. However, being realistic, that is not always the case. Unfortunately, there are too many Adrians who feel they can never look in the mirror and relate to the person staring back. Thank you for your reviews.
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Thank you, Lisa. We hope that all love stories have happy endings. However, being realistic, that is not always the case. Unfortunately, there are too many Adrians who feel they can never look in the mirror and relate to the person staring back. Thank you for your reviews.
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Thanks, Pumpkin! Seriously, I appreciate you kind review, and especially your remarks about all authors and readers. Ron
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Um, okay, Page Scrawler.
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You're right, droughtquake. As a writer, I've heard from numerous men in this situation. Most have been able to live happy lives with their spouses. In some cases, their wives are even aware of their sexuality.(Haha about the boiled egg.)
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Thanks, Timothy. It looks like everyone but Adrian found happiness.
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Thanks, mogwhy. I appreciate it. Ron
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You're right, Petey. I don't know how many men I've met who took the route Adrian decided to take. Some came out late in life, others stayed in their marriages.
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I think, JayT, he's already training for the 2020 Tokyo Olympics.
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Your welcome, Parker. And thank you for the wonderful reviews as the story progressed. Ron
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Thanks, long1jo. Not sure Austin gave in as much as he is like Zac was to Kenny and decided to give him a second chance.
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Dad was reading the paper when I went down for breakfast Monday morning. He smiled when I sat down and handed me the sports section. I read the headline: Local Runner Has His Eyes on the Prize by Austin Winger There was a large picture of me kneeling at the starting blocks. I was staring straight ahead with a determined look on my face. I didn’t even remember Austin taking the picture. It must have been during the finals when I was focused only on the race. “It’s a wonderful ar
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Yep, Lisa. One more chapter. And everyone, I think, forgets that Kenny has been taking a sensitivity class so he could continue to play baseball. That was Zac's idea. Maybe he learned something in them, and that could be the reason for his new attitude.
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One thing about relating to a story, jaysalmn, is how you would react. Would you forgive a guy who dumped you like Zac did, or would you tell him to go to hell?
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Again, Graeme. Very perceptive view of the story.
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We'll find out soon enough, long1jo, how Austin is handling the situation.
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You're right, droughtquake. There wouldn't be a story if Zac weren't so clueless about events going on around him.
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I don't know, Parker, if we can save the hope for the human race because Kenny saw the light. There are still numerous jerks out there. :)And, I agree with you about Jimmy.
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So, JayT, a big 'Please Forgive Me' Party is out of the question? Damn. Now I have to rewrite the final chapter. Hahaha.
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Mmmmm, Puppilull. Lusten and groveling sounds kind of hot!
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The ride back to school on the bus was rowdy. Everyone was excited about the win, except me. I was excited about the win; I just wasn’t in the mood to celebrate. I kept thinking about the hurt look on Austin’s face when I told him I couldn’t keep our date. Why should I care how he felt, anyway? It’s not like we’re close friends or anything. When Adrian asked me to join him, how could I possibly refuse? It was obvious what he wanted. He did keep looking down at my crotch, and he did get hard. Ma
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So far, Page Scrawler, Zac hasn't exactly shown the ability to do that.
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Happy Birthday, Lisa! I just noticed that this is a special day, although it is now almost over.
