Date: Fri, 27 Sep 2002 18:33:28 +0000
From: James
Subject: Boy Bands - On The Streets - Season Two - Part Ten

I don't know the Backstreet Boys or N'Sync, I have never met them, I don't
own them, and this story is not meant to imply anything about anyone's
sexuality - it is purely the product of my own imagination. I hope everyone
enjoys reading it, but please remember it is just fiction.
My favourite stories at the moment are:
Bad Boy B-Rok
Get Another Boyfriend
My New Life
Double Take
And a few others, but those are the ones I read in the last few days...

Here's chapter ten...

On The Streets - Season Two - Part Ten

	We sat down after twenty minutes or so, and got some drinks. Everyone
moving around us had got a bit tiring. I was also surprised - the dance
floor was deceptively large.

	"Congratulations guys." I turned to the sound of a woman's voice, and saw
Alanis Morissette standing there with a smirk on her face. I smiled back,
and turned to Jared. He was looking at Alanis with pursed lips and a slight
frown. He didn't remember who she was.

	"Thank you." He answered anyway. Alanis smiled and walked back into the
group of guests, presumably to find whoever she was here with.

	"Alanis Morissette." I leant over and whispered in Jared's ear.

	"That was it!" He clapped his hands together. "I knew I'd seen her before.
She's a singer too right?" I nodded. This had to be frustrating for Jared.
He watched a lot of MTV, especially, as I found out, when I wasn't there -
he would hope to see something about us. 'Same Old Problem' was still
receiving a hell of a lot of airplay. But he still had a problem remembering
all the artists' names, and remembering what they sung was even harder.
Elton John had already come up to see us, and congratulate us with his
boyfriend. "So, are you going to tell me yet where we're going on our
honeymoon?" Jared whispered softly into my ear.

	"Yeah, right. You don't really expect me to tell you now, after making the
secret last this long do you?"

	"Well, I thought, seeing as we've only got a few hours to go before we're
actually there?"

	"How do you know?"

	"What?"

	"Well, say we were going to Australia or somewhere, that could take the
better part of a day to get to, never mind a few hours." I told him.

	"Ok, but presuming we're not going to Australia."

	"Don't presume anything." I interrupted him, then I leant in and kissed him
softly on the lips. There were occasional camera flashes all the way through
dinner, and during the dancing, and there was one just then. The deal we had
made with the press meant that we had to have a lot of pictures available.
They also doubled as our wedding photos. The music died down then, and a
solo saxophonist started playing some jazzy piece.

	"He's good." Kristin said as she came up to us.

	"Yeah, it was a pity we couldn't get a live singer." I answered her.

	"Why not?" Jared asked.

	"Look around Jared. If you knew you were going to be singing to a room of
some of the most successful singers ever, would you do it?" I smiled at him.

	"I guess it might be a bit nerve-wracking. Why don't you get the guys to
sing? There must be a microphone laying around somewhere, you could get all
your guests to take it in turns too, I'm sure they wouldn't mind if you
wanted a live act." I turned to Kristin and smiled.

	"I'll go find a microphone." She said as she stood with a sigh. Within five
minutes, 98 degrees, who had been coerced into being the first act were up
on stage, singing 'I do', and packing the dance floor. The guys came to the
end of their song, and the next act was sought out. In the meantime though,
the guests started getting a little restless, and someone in the crowd
suddenly shouted 'speech, get the grooms to give a speech!'. Crap.

>>>Jared's Point of View<<<

	More calls started coming from the crowds for Kevin to stand up and do a
speech, or rather for the grooms to, but I knew Kevin would do it, knowing
how bad I was at speaking. I heard Kevin sigh from the seat next to me, and
he stood up slowly. Everyone was chanting 'speech, speech, speech' by now,
and Kevin held out his hand for me to take, and I stood with him. We walked
hand in hand over to the stage. I saw the guys from 98 degrees standing
close to the stage steps, each of them had a girl on their arm, and they
were all smiling. That gave me a little confidence, until one of them
shouted 'come on Jared, give a speech'. My stomach clenched up. Me? Give a
speech? Not a chance. I joined Kevin on the stage, and smiled slightly at
the sea of eyes.

	"Hey everybody." Kevin said into the microphone. "Err... I'd like to start
by thanking you all for coming. I have to say when I sent out the invites, I
wasn't expecting everyone to want to come!" That got a little laugh from the
crowd. "It is great though, seeing all our friends and family here today. We
were hoping for this kinda support, and we're glad you all showed. There's
one other person I'd like to thank, and I think everyone knows who he is...
Jared. For agreeing to be with me for the rest of our lives. I love you
Jared." He turned to look at me, and I could feel a slight blush come to my
cheeks, and I smiled. The guests started clapping, and I got ready to head
back to the head table. Then someone, I'm guessing whichever member of 98
degrees said it before, suggested to the crowd that I should give a speech
too. Suddenly, the idea was grasped upon by apparently everybody in the
hall. And there were some pretty powerful voices in there. Kevin looked
towards me with a hopeful look in his eyes. That sick feeling was coming
back in my stomach. He leant over and whispered in my ear, his hand rested
on my cheek. "You don't have to do it if you don't want to. I won't ask
anything of you. But I would appreciate it if you would say something,
anything, even if it's only 'thanks for coming', I don't want them thinking
that I keep you shut up or anything." He smiled gently at me. He knew that
wouldn't be the case, especially after me arguing with Britney during her
revealing of my criminal record earlier in the evening. So I took the
microphone. Kevin took a step back, and I heard him practically hold his
breath.

	"I fell for Kevin the moment I met him." I said into the microphone. It had
a faint squeaky sound like the microphone hadn't been calibrated right or
something, so I held it a bit further away from my mouth. "I fell for Kevin
the moment I met him. Not even he knew that until just now." I turned back
to look at him, and he was just watching me. I couldn't read his expression.
"I owe Kevin so much." I turned slightly and saw him disagreeing with a
shake of his head. "Yeah I do Kev. Another thing I haven't told you, but I'm
gonna tell you know is that I wasn't expecting to still be around by now." I
heard a slight gasp from the audience, but I don't think everyone got it, so
I went on. "When Kevin and I found each other, I... wasn't at the best place
in my life. That's an expression you Yanks use right?" I asked the audience.
"Kevin, he showed me, he brought me back, I owe everything to him. I never
would have dreamed six months, a year ago to be standing here now, much less
married to the greatest guy I've ever met. Kevin taught me what it meant to
be in love, he showed me how to love, and he was the one who made it feel so
good." Then I had a thought. "And see how fair is the man I love, how
stately. Green grows that bower, thine and mine, with its roof of cedars,
with covert of cypress for its walls." I paused. The audience was pretty
much silent. "And as Kevin told me to say, thanks for coming." I smiled, and
slipped the microphone back into its stand, everyone in the audience broke
out clapping, laughing slightly at the final joke and cheering. I turned to
Kevin with raised eyebrows, I hoped he was ok with everything I said. He was
smiling, and his eyes were misty. I reached out for his hand, but he knocked
it away, and he came up and wrapped his arms around my chest, and hugged me
hard. Then he kissed me, and the clapping behind me just got louder.
Finally, we stopped, and descended from the stage. We went and sat at the
big table again.

	"Thank you Jared." Kevin said, he was practically crying.

	"It's ok Kev." I reached up and wiped a tear from his cheek. A few minutes
later, we both looked out over our guests, some of them had gone back to
dancing, and the band had struck up with its music again. An elderly man
walked up to us. Kevin seemed to know him as he stood and shook his hand. I
stood up as well.

	"Jared, this is Reverend Clements, he was my reverend from home in
Kentucky." I smiled at the reverend, and he smiled back.

	"I'm sorry I couldn't perform your wedding service Kevin, and you too
Jared, but you understand don't you? What with my parish bein' in Kentucky
an' all?"

	"Yeah sure we do." Kevin said, his Kentucky accent came out to match the
reverend's.

	"You know Kevin, I never expected you to end up with a guy, but I knew when
you did end up with someone, it would be someone who knew their scripture."
Kevin smiled and turned to me, so did the reverend. "It was nice meeting you
Jared." He smiled again, and shook our hands.

	"Hold on." Kevin said as we sat down. "How did he know you knew scripture?"

	"When I was making that speech..." I pointed up to the stage, as if Kevin
would understand he just frowned though. "Did you not hear me talking
differently? Reciting something?"

	"Oh was that bible? I thought it was just poetry?"

	"No, it was from The Song of Songs. Though I'm surprised he knew it well
enough to tell that it was from the bible, I didn't think that book was in
the protestant bible." I mentioned to him.

	"Oh, he's also a professor of theology at the college up in Kentucky." I
nodded, and we went back to just sitting there, our hands came together, and
we just sat and watched. "There is one more thing before we go Jared." I
turned to look at him, and he smiled. He stood up, and let go of my hand,
then he made a sign to someone on the other side of the room. Then he walked
quickly up to the stage, where the rest of the Backstreet Boys were
standing, along with N'Sync, 98 degrees, Whitney Houston, a woman with long
dark hair who I didn't know, and another woman who I thought I recognised
who had a bandana type of thing on her head. Kevin picked up a microphone,
though they all had them in their hands.

	"Ladies and Gentlemen? Could I, er... get your attention for a moment?" I
looked over, and Elton John was sitting on the piano, I had a sinking
feeling that I knew what Kevin was about to do. "Ladies and Gentlemen, you
heard Jared's speech, and, I guess my one before his seemed pretty pathetic
in comparison..." The audience chuckled a little. "But the truth is, this is
my answer to his speech. Jared doesn't always understand just what he's done
since he came into my life. I've come out, I've got married to the person I
truly love. No offence Kristin." The guests turned to look at her at the
head of the table, but she just sort of waved as if it was nothing, then
huffed and looked away. The guests chuckled. "I have my flaws, plenty of
them, I mean my materialism, my superficiality, sometimes I lack compassion
but Jared doesn't mention them. He doesn't realise it but he doesn't need to
say anything to make me act better, just him being there makes me better, he
is my perfect partner, I couldn't see being with anyone else being as good
as I have it now. I didn't think I believed in soul mates, but I've found
him and he's sat right over there." He pointed to me, and I bit my bottom
lip as most of the guests turned to look at me. "I love you Jared, but I
realised something the other day. You've heard me sing, you've been to my
concerts, in fact you came to all our tour concerts, man, that must have got
boring." He chuckled and so did the audience. "But I have never sung just
for you, and this is what I'm gonna do for you now. Jared would you come
here?" Kevin called me over, and I stood from the head table, and walked to
the fifty feet or so so that I was in front of the stage, about ten feet
from Kevin. "Jared stop." I looked up slightly at him, and he sat on the
edge of the stage. He leant out slightly and nodded. Elton John started
playing the piano with a big grin on his face. I recognised it right away -
it was the beginning of Drowning. Kevin knew I loved this song, and almost
immediately, Kevin started singing. The words disappeared though, and I
found I couldn't concentrate, Kevin was singing to me, he'd called me his
soul mate, and told me that I was his perfect partner I could feel my eyes
misting up. When the first chorus came up, the whole stage started singing,
but that was soon over, and it was just me and Kevin in the room again. I
was holding in a sob now, there were tears in my eyes, Kevin was literally
overwhelming me. He stood off the stage then, and they went into the second
chorus. Kevin started walking around, I know he said he was singing to me,
but he was singing to the hall, and to the rafters. Finally, they were
coming up to the section he actually sung in the song, I liked this section
best - it had a minor sound to it, and it suited Kevin's voice better. But
when it came up, Kevin came right up and stood in front of me, and sung it
softly, just to me. I started crying the tears ran down my cheeks, and Kevin
wrapped his arm around me, and I leant my face into his shoulder. He carried
on singing over my shoulder. I ran my hands around his back, and held on
tight. He felt so good, so warm.

	"Jared. Jared?" I heard Kevin saying softly above me. I looked up. "It's
over." I looked around, and all the people were looking at us, my eyes felt
like they were burning. Kevin brought the microphone back to his mouth and
made a sound as if he was clearing his throat, and gave a few looks to a few
people, and gradually the guests all started talking, and moving around,
basically not paying attention to us.

	"I need to go to the bathroom and clean up." I said softly. Kevin nodded,
and took my hand. We walked out the main hall and went into the small
bathroom. "Thank you Kevin." I said as I bent over to splash water on my
face. Kevin ran his hand up and down my back.

	"It was my pleasure Jared."

	"I know all the guys who were on stage with you, but who were those women?"
Kevin smiled, and continued rubbing my back as I washed my face with wet
tissues.

	"There was Whitney Houston...Shania Twain... and Alicia Keys." He smiled as
he listed them off.

	"I knew I recognised Alicia Keys, I didn't know Shania Twain was it - she
another singer?"

	"Yeah." Kevin laughed slightly. "She's pretty well known - country music
mostly."

	"I'm sorry I started crying."

	"Hey, it's ok. I guess it just shows that it was... well, that you really
enjoyed it. You did didn't you? I mean you were actually crying were you?"

	"No! No, I was crying cos it was so nice." I explained to him. I smiled and
we held each other again, and started kissing each other. I pushed my tongue
into his mouth, and held his head tight to my own. Then I backed him up
slightly, so that his back was against the partition between the two stalls.
I ground my now hardening cock into his. He moaned slightly.

	"Jared!" He said as we pulled apart slightly. "We can't do this here."

	"Why not? Everyone thinks we just came in here to get cleaned up, there's
no reason we can't have a little fun while we're in here!" I smiled, and
rubbed my crotch against his again. Kevin moaned.

	"Ok, but..." He grabbed my shirt, and swung me around, then pushed me
backwards into the stall. I ended up sitting on the toilet seat cover.
"Right, now we can have some fun. Give me your shirt." Kevin said. I slowly
undid my buttons, and pulled it off and handed it to him. He hung it next to
his on the peg on the back of the door. Then he pulled his trousers down so
they were around his thighs, and I could see his hard cock through his
pants, which were exactly the same as the CK boxer-briefs Britney had given
me from Kevin this morning. He made sure I was looking, then reached up and
kissed the tips of his fingers. He then slowly ran his hands down over his
pecs, ran them over his abs, and just started to reach his waistband, and
push it down slightly, when he looked up and saw me practically salivating.
He smiled broadly when I looked up into his eyes. I let out a little
whimpering sound. "You want this?" Kevin asked as he grabbed his cock
through the material. The shape and size of his cock was clearly visible.

	"Uh huh." I said softly. He then pulled the waistband out slightly, and his
cock came out. His balls rested over the edge of the waistband, and it was
hard. I licked my lips, then sat up. I grabbed a hold of Kevin's ass before
he could say anything, and pulled him right up to me, and swallowed him. I
heard the beginning of a moan, but Kevin managed to stop it. Kevin started
pumping, literally fucking my mouth with his dick, and it got me hard. I was
rubbing my cock through my trousers. Kevin looked down once or twice, and
saw me rubbing myself, and he moaned out loud. I reached up and started
playing with his nipples, and within about five minutes, he came in my mouth
and I swallowed. I was expecting to swap positions, but instead Kevin knelt
in front of me and took my cock out of my briefs, and gobbled it up,
literally. He rammed it down his own throat! I didn't even move, and his
head was bobbing up and down. I ran my fingers through his hair, and over
his shoulders, and finally my hips bucked, and I came in his mouth too. We
kissed again, and then Kevin coughed.

	"We'd better get back, shit! We've been in here for over quarter of an
hour. They must've worked out what we were doing in here!" Kevin said in
hushed tones.

	"Ya think?" A voice said from outside the stool. Kevin and I peeked out,
and there sitting on the sinks was Nick. "Ya know, if you come into one of
these places to do something like this, then you normally lock the main
door, not just the stall one." Nick pointed to the main entrance to the
bathroom, and there was a barrel bolt there to lock it. Kevin and I both
grinned sheepishly. "Listen guys, I know this is gonna sound a bit weird
but, it's after 11, and some people have planes to catch, not least, you."
Kevin checked his watch again.

	"Oh dang, I thought that said quarter past ten, not quarter past eleven."
He shook his head, and we all headed out into the hall. Kevin said we were
supposed to make a grand exit, and head off in our limo to the airport. So
he picked up the microphone, and started to explain how it was time for us
to fly, literally. "Oh yeah." He continued. "Thank you very much for all the
presents you sent us... but don't expect thank you letters anytime soon cos
we're leaving for four weeks and I don't plan on doing any work while I'm on
my honeymoon." Kevin grinned cheesily, and left the microphone. As he walked
hurriedly past me, he grabbed my hand, and dragged me towards the big main
doors of the hall. A river of people came out behind us, and as I was
climbing the steps, as the barn/hall was set down about four feet from the
road, I turned and saw the huge crowd following us out. Kevin turned and
started shouting. "What? You don't think we've got a bouquet to throw for
you lot do you?" He said laughing. Then he turned to me and handed me a dark
blue garter.

	"What's this for?" He frowned at me. Then he lined it up like he was about
to fire an elastic band, and shot it a good thirty feet or so into the
crowd. I just grinned at him, and did the same with mine. "Why did we do
that?" Then I realised that the crowd went wild trying to find out who
caught them. Kevin took my hand again, and we climbed into the limo.

	"Let's go!" Kevin shouted to the driver, and we started off. We stuck our
heads out the sunroof and waved, but soon the hall was out of sight, though
we could still hear the shouts of people saying goodbye, or who caught the
garters.

	"Why did we fire those garter things?" I asked Kevin.

	"Tradition! You know, at a wedding, the bride takes off her garter and the
man who catches it is going to be the next man to get married."

	"No! It's the woman who catches the bouquet is the next woman to get
married."

	"And the garter for the men."

	"Oh, we never did that over in England."

	"Oh, ok." Kevin said, then he leant against me, and put his head on my
shoulder. I rested my arm around him, and leant and kissed the top of his
head. "Thank you."

	"For what?" I asked.

	"For making this the best day of my life." He said softly. It seemed like
an eternity since I had felt nervous this morning, and since we had been
standing in that concert hall, and I had fallen into a dream for most of the
wedding ceremony.

	"I love you Kevin."

	"I love you too Jared." Kevin yawned, and snuggled into my chest a bit
more. I felt his breathing slow down and he was asleep.

***

	I was starting to get a bit worried - we'd been driving for about 3 hours.
Kevin told me we were taking a plane though to get to where we were going,
so why hadn't we gone back to Orlando? It was only 45 minutes there. Then I
got a thought stuck in my head - what if the driver was kidnapping us or
something?

	"Kevin?" I nudged him. "Kevin?"

	"Yeah? Hey! Stop poking me! What's wrong?" He asked as he sat up slightly.

	"Why...why...why are we still driving?"

	"So that we can get to the airport?" The limo came to a stop. I heard the
driver's door slam.

	"But we drove for about three hours - it only takes forty-five minutes to
get to Orlando."

	"Orlando's not an international airport - we drove to Miami, as they had a
flight to where we're going, at the best time." I frowned slightly, but the
door swung open, and the driver was there, ready to help us out.

	"You going to tell me where we're going yet?" I asked him. He turned around
and smiled, then went around the back with the driver to get the carry-ons.
We both shook the driver's hand, and he left us outside the airport. We
strolled through, we were slightly early apparently, though Kevin wouldn't
give me my ticket, so I couldn't see the time of the flight. We were taken
by one of the airport staff to a shielded VIP room, where, he assured Kevin,
I wouldn't be able to find out where we were going to from. Kevin and I had
half an hour to spare, so we sat on the comfortable seats to wait. "You know
this could get really frustrating." I said to him, as we were sitting
around.

	"What?"

	"This is the second time you've done this to me."

	"Done what?" Kevin asked.

	"Taken me somewhere without telling me where we were going, and I didn't
like it much last time." I said as I turned to look at him. I was sick of
not knowing, ok?

	"Well, I'm pretty sure you'll like this place ok."

	"I've no doubt about that Kevin, but, well I'm pretty sure most couples
don't do this."

	"Well, we're not most couples." Kevin said as he reached over to kiss me. I
held my hand up to block his advancing lips.

	"But we still are a couple, and it would be nice to have some say in
certain things, ok? I'm pretty sure most couples agree on where they want to
go for their honeymoon." Kevin nodded, and clenched his jaw. "Don't take it
like that Kevin, you know what I mean, you remember earlier when you said
you wanted me to say something, so that it didn't seem like you were trying
to keep me quiet or something?" Kevin nodded. "Well, occasionally, you do
take control, and sometimes it's ok, but sometimes I'd like to be involved
too." Kevin nodded again.

	"Tell you what." Kevin said as he leant over close to my ear. "Next time we
go on a honeymoon, you can pick the destination." I turned to him and
deliberately narrowed my eyes. He just smiled and sat back in his chair.

	"How long do we have?"

	"About five minutes. We won't be able to hear the flight call from in here
though, so we're running by that clock up there." Kevin pointed to the big
clock on the wall. I frowned, and picked up Kevin's hand. "What're you
doing?" Kevin asked as I pulled his cuff back over his watch.

	"Err... that clock is ten minutes slow." I blinked and looked at Kevin,
then he twisted his wrist around, and took about five seconds to focus on
his watch.

	"Fuck!" Kevin shouted at the top of his voice, he checked his watch next to
the one on the television every morning, so he knew that it was right. He
jumped up and pulled me up and grabbed our carry-ons. "Come on!" We sprinted
out the room, and I heard the heavy door slam behind us. We sprinted down
the long, empty corridors. It was freezing cold, and as we ran past the big
windows facing the runway, it was dark outside, but occasionally we saw a
plane take off in the darkness, and I could tell we were both wondering if
one of those was our plane.

	"What gate are we at?" I asked Kevin as I jogged to keep up with his
running, thank God he wasn't as quick as me.

	"4." Kevin said, out of breath.

	"Right, next left then." We both took the corner sharply, and almost ran
into one of those carts to carry people around in. We followed the bend
around, and I had to hurdle a rubbish bin as we took the next right, to
avoid crashing into it. I was getting out of breath by now, as we had run
most of the way from our waiting room. Finally, we could see our gate, the
woman was still standing there.

	"Flight 701?" She said chirpily as we jogged the last ten metres to her.

	"Uh huh." Kevin said with a slightly questioning tone. "Wasn't it supposed
to have left by now?"

	"Oh it's been delayed quarter of an hour, it won't be leaving for
another... 8 minutes." She said, and smiled at us as we walked past her. We
both looked at each other, still breathing heavily. Then we both laughed
slightly.

	"Course..." I started. "If you'd just told me where we were going, we
could've sat in the normal waiting area, and heard that our plane was
delayed ourselves." I said with a smug grin.

	"Oh shove it up your ass." Kevin said with a smirk, and we walked onto the
plane. Another chirpy flight attendant met us, and led us to our seats in
first class. There were empty seats behind us, in front of us, and to both
sides, even the diagonal seats, apart from one to our left behind us was
empty.

	"Man, do people not travel on Saturday nights much?" I asked as I tucked my
carry-on under my seat.

	"Yeah, some do."

	"So why is this plane so empty?"

	"Cos I bought the other seats all around us." Kevin answered with a slight
grin. I just smiled and shook my head. I still wasn't used him doing things
like this. "What? It's my wedding night, if I want to get a little close to
you and snuggle, I don't want everyone watching!" He smiled, and I sat down.
I felt tired all of a sudden.

	"I know it's our wedding night, but I'm so tired."

	"Mmm... me too." Kevin mumbled softly. We leant slightly against one
another, and it wasn't long before we were both fast asleep.

End of Chapter 10
TBC...

Wow, so the wedding's finally over, and they're off on their honeymoon. I'm
posting this chapter on September 27th, which means it should be up on
September 28th. I don't know how many people realised this, though I thought
I did mention it, but this story is set mostly in the future - The guys'
wedding falls on Saturday, 4th April 2003. However, the date set as the very
beginning of the first chapter, i.e. the date that Kevin and Jared 'hook up'
when Jared is still a prostitute for the first time, is on September 28th. I
know I haven't been writing for a complete year yet even, but I just thought
I should point out that this is the point at which they met, and, well, does
anyone have any evidence to suggest that Kevin isn't in England at the
moment? Admittedly, he's not on World tour, but who knows? The rest could be
true? Maybe? Perhaps? Ok! Ok, so I'm trying a bit too hard, but I just
wanted to make sure everyone realised that this story is set in the future,
as one of my best friends didn't realise that it was...
Also, I'd like to tell everyone that next Tuesday (1st October), I start
university. So that I don't get asked these questions, I thought I should
tell everyone now - I'm going to Reading University, to study English
literature, with a minor in Italian. I'm not very good around loads of new
people, and I'm hoping to fit in, so I'm going to be trying for that rather
than writing this for a while. I'm sorry to all the people who like the fact
I update about once-a-week, but I have no idea when my next part will be up.
But, of course, if I don't fit in, it could be up the day after I arrive, so
you can hold your breath if you want to! Man, I hope this is making sense. I
also have no idea about how often I can check my email, or send emails for
that matter, so I'm just going to go and next time I get a chapter up, well,
that will be the next time. For all of you who are reading my other story
"Human, All Too Human", I'm sorry, but I have no idea when the next part of
that will be up - similar rules apply, I did mean to get up another few
chapters of that before I left, but unfortunately, I got my reading list
from university, and Huckleberry Finn and Their Eyes Were Watching God (damn
Yankee books LOL) are taking me somewhat longer to read than I expected.
Well finally, I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter, email me if you want to,
but I'm sorry if I don't get back to you, it's basically cos I'm a bit
backed up at the moment, I only got this chapter out cos I really wanted to
tell all you people out there that there won't be another one out for a
while.