Date: Thu, 19 Jan 2017 12:10:53 -0500
From: David Preecher <preecherdave@gmail.com>
Subject: Unexpected Robert 2

Unexpected Robert 2

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A lot of the background has been filled in but there is still a lot I have
to do to establish characters and fill in more background. I still need
this chapter and most of chapter 3 for that as well. Robert has interesting
insights on his last night in Paris. As in Chapter 3, Five Years On, the
story will begin to take shape.


Previously

Timothy came in slowly to dock the boat. When Timothy stepped out of the
boat, there was an expectant look on his son's face. "Eh bien (well)?

"Pas trop pire, mon fils (not too bad, son).

"Quoi (what)?" They all broke out laughing

Timothy grabbed his kid in a headlock and said for the first time that day
in English. "Don't get too cocky and sure of yourself but pretty damn
good." They bumped fists.

Luc had done just as well and the two cousins went up the hill talking
animatedly about their skiing exploits that day.

The day ended with a camp fire on the beach. For the first time, he sat
dreamily on the beach with the fire's warmth and soft conversation around
him. In his mind, Robert had drifted off and felt the phantom, Anna, come
up close to him and put her hand on his naked thigh and then go a little
farther until she was rubbing her fingers along his growing cock. He had to
cover himself with his hands. He mentally moaned, "Ah fuck."

That night as he finished himself quietly in bed, his mind replayed the
scene the evening after the grad dance. They lay together naked, touching
each other in their most private and sensitive parts. He was kneeling over
her and he entered her. He ended spilling over his naked torso as he had
finished in her, filling the condom in an overwhelming, explosive
climax. He fell asleep with a sense of loss for the first time. Neither he,
nor Anna had sent any emails since she had left the city.


Present

There were a lot of goodbyes the next day. It had been a great weekend and
July 1st for everyone. Robert was soon over his sense of loss as he started
to think over his next week at work. Later in the evening when they were
home and unpacked, he started his research on Paris.

He became engrossed in the sites and history of the ancient city. One of
the first sites that caught his attention was the Musee d'Orsay. It had
many glowing reviews. That led him to articles on French Impressionism. It
was a term which he had heard before but he really didn't know anything
about it. He started reading articles and was entranced by the background
and then the examples of the early style and how Impressionism grew and
transformed itself. The internet pictures were incredible. It was the first
site that he really researched but it was obviously a top choice for him.

He fell asleep happy with the weekend, pleased with his research for work
and his first sampling of the tourist sites of Paris. As he drifted off, he
remembered the word arrondissement. He would have to look that up tomorrow
for its history and where they were. There was no phantom with him this
night and no sense of loss.

At breakfast the next morning, as they were leaving, he looked at his two
dads mischievously. "Oh by the way, I have added the Musee d'Orsay to my
list."

Jeremy looked at Timothy and then they both looked at their son, "And what
is it famous for and where is it?"

Nonchalantly in flawless French, "French Impressionism is fascinating: the
Musee d'orsay has one of the best collections. I would love a guided tour."
He paused. "In the 7th, across the Seine from the Place de la
Concorde. Closed Mondays. Opens 9:30; there can be long lines. RER line C,
Musee d'Orsay.  We could visit the Tuillerie Gardens on that day after our
visit to the d'Orsay. There is bridge across the Seine almost right at the
Musee."

Jeremy muttered, "Smart ass."

In the strictest tone which his dads had often used on him as he grew up,
"Dad! ... Language!" He ran to the door to escape his dad's attack. They
laughed and joked on the way to work. He did his assigned work and late in
the week, he made a couple of suggestions for small changes. They were
obviously good ones as his boss used them.

Over the next weeks, he went to some clubs and some of the summer
blockbusters with his friends still in town. He enjoyed the dancing but
didn't connect with anyone. He and his friends worked out together and
spent some nights talking out on the deck. They went to the cottage each
weekend, leaving immediately after work and arriving home at dusk on
Sunday. It was a good summer better than he had figured it would be.

The third weekend at the chalet had just been the three of them and Luc and
his girlfriend. It had been Robert who had casually said that Luc and his
girlfriend should stay in the main chalet as they were staying in their own
cabin. Luc had given him a nice smile of thanks. Robert went to bed that
night a little lonely as he realized his dads had each other and Luc had
his girlfriend alone in the big chalet. No need to keep the noise down. He
would have liked to be the fly on the wall that night in the chalet, no,
not really. He fell back on his left hand.

The third week was half finished. He arrived at work ready to get to his
tasks. At some point in the morning, his computer screen flickered and went
dead. Shit he thought, he would have to find another one; luckily, his
program saved every entry he made. His work was backed up to a central
filing system as his computer backed up automatically. He heard voices in
the cubicle next to him and his phone rang. He answered to discover that
the system was down everywhere. Then it flashed through his mind, the boss
and his assistant were out of town on holidays. It was just very junior
staff and himself.

He went to find the junior staff deluged in calls from around the
office. Robert thought quickly and walked to David's office. There were a
couple of frustrated people with him including Jeremy. They looked a
Robert.

"Looking at his father, Boss, all the systems are all down in the
office. Please make an announcement that we are going to try and get the
system running. We'll put in a call to our tech support computer people. I
am going back to see what I can do."

David and Jeremy looked at each other surprised at his confidence. David
went with him. The other young guys didn't seem to have a clue what to
do. Robert heard his own voice almost off in the distance. "Guys come over
here to the table and sit down. Bring some paper with you. Be calm."

He was amazed. They were seated and all eyes were on him. He had given it
some thought as he had walked back to their area.  "OK, we had a problem
like this at the school last year. Here are some of the causes that we came
up with for our system crash: an electrical spike, a malfunction of the
main filing system or one of our computers did something to the
system. Christian, you phone the tech support firm and explain the
problem. Boss, would you go with Pierre and make everyone turn off their
computers."

He put his hand up to stop them leaving and he sat thinking for
minute. "Oh, right, there are people absent today; it is summer. Make
certain that their computers are unplugged not just turned off."

David looked at him non plused. This was his kid nephew taking
charge. "What are you going to do?"

He smiled and yelled, "Christian do you have tech support? What line?"

He punched in the line. He listened for a minute. "I am going to try the
simplest thing. We are shutting down all the computers in the
company. Then, we are going to start up the main file server. I need the
codes for the start up. No our boss and assistant are away. David is with
me." Handing David the phone, "Boss, he wants to talk to you."

David listened. He identified himself. "He seems to know what he is
doing. Give them to me."

David looked at Robert who was sitting now at the main file server. "OK,
start it up and I'll give you the codes."

"Remember that no one is to turn on their computers until I say so."

He sat in front of the file server, drew a deep breath and he pushed the
button. It went on. It slowly went through its opening sequences. David
gave him the codes as they were needed.

Minutes later, it looked like it was working. They walked back to his
cubicle and with another deep breath, he turned his computer on and in a
minute, it was up and running.

"Boss, it is possibly important that we don't overwhelm the system. "I want
it known that our department will go around and start each computer in my
sequence."

He told Christian and Pierre what he wanted them to do. They started with
David's and it was up and running. They went to their main receptionist and
down through the staff until the office was operating again.

The IT guys were sitting around the table and Robert let out a deep
breath. "That was fun."

It seemed to break the mood. Everyone was laughing almost hysterically as
David came into the room. "That laugh sounds like a bunch of
lunatics. Pretty tense for a while. Right? Guys well done. Take a break. Go
for a walk. You deserve it. Robert, I think that the big boss wants to
speak to you."

Robert's telephone rang. "OK, send him up."

"Tell Mr. Marchese-Milner that the tech guy is here and I want to talk to
him and discuss what I want done. I'll see him as soon as I can."

David did a sloppy salute. "Yes, sir!"

With a smile, quietly, "Smart ass."

David left his area laughing loudly and shaking his head.

The tech guy came in before the others left. The tech guy looked at them
all. "Who do I talk to?"

Before Robert could answer, two arms pointed at him.

They introduced each other. Robert noticed a fairly thick French accent in
his English. He replied in French. "Let's go to the file server and I'll
tell you what happened and what we did."

"You speak fluently." Robert nodded yes. The guy continued in French. "So
tell me what happened, what you did and what you want me to do."

A few minutes later the guy was running through diagnostic tests that they
had both agreed on. There seemed to be no problems with the server. They
walked back to his area. "You seem young to be in charge. Robert laughed
and explained the situation. "A summer hire? You didn't panic."

"My papa is a senior partner in a law firm and he always says that when
things go bad, 'don't panic'. Sit, think, look at alternatives and try the
simplest thing first. If all fails, panic but it won't do any good and
won't make you feel any better."

"Smart papa."

"You have no idea." They were both chuckling.

He phoned his dad's secretary to discover that Mr. Marchese-Milner was
busy. So Robert went back to work. The young IT guys treated him as one of
their own. It felt good.

Later in the car driving home, "So I hear that you called David a smart ass
today."

"Just using my dear dad's words of a few weeks ago."

Laughing, "You have the entire office talking. You know who you reminded me
of today?" Robert shrugged and nodded no. "Your Papa. 'I am in charge not
anyone in this office, me'. Well done young man. I think that an order of
your favourite Thai dishes for supper tonight and a nice glass of sauvignon
blanc to go with it. I have a really good bottle in the cellar."

"Dad! Not necessary. I did my job."

"Son, accept honest compliments with dignity. David tells me that the other
guys didn't know what to do. You had them, sit, think and search for
answers, just like your Papa always taught you. You took charge. You saved
us a lot of money and trouble this morning.  A little celebration is in
order. Besides I feel like Thai food."

It was often a learning session with his dads and then a final comment to
deflect. So Robert decided to let his dad know that he was
listening. "Thanks Dad." Small smile from his dad with a brief hand and
squeeze on his leg.

Of course, they went through it all again over supper but there were
moments of laughter and of course, praise from his Papa and the final hug
which lasted a bit longer than usual. His dads always talked about
Philipo's hugs and how wonderful they made them feel. They had learned
well. He felt appreciated and loved yet again.

The summer passed quickly. Robert had started to organize himself for his
trip to university. They would arrive back from Europe and only a few days
later, it would be the long 250 km drive to his university and moving into
his dorm room. He so hoped that his roommate and he would become friends or
at least get along with each other. He didn't know if he was a hockey
player or not. Robert was going a week early to try out for the team. Maybe
his roommate would be there for the same reason. He already had a lot
'stuff' out. Every time his thought of something, it was put in a pile in
the spare bedroom.

He had a nice good bye from the staff and an offer to come back the next
year. He told them that he would have to wait until he saw if there were
any summer jobs with the computer department at the university.


They were seated in a row of three seats and they were hurtling down the
runway. He had been told many times by his dads so at almost the exact
moment, they all said 'wheels up'. He had flown before but never for 7
hours and 5 minutes and never to Europe. He had bought a pair of noise
cancelling headphones and after the meal, he had turned off the screen in
front of him, put the earphones on and slept fitfully until he realized
that landing was immanent in less than an hour. He felt some what rested
but knew that the day would drag later.

There were the usual line for custom clearance and then luggage. The were
soon in a taxi on an autoroute driving madly toward the 5th arrondissement,
the Latin Quarter. They had rented an apartment for 8 days. Of course, he
had read about the area it was in: close to the Pantheon, the Luxembourg
Gardens, the Boulevards St Michel and Saint Germain, the Sorbonne and an
R.E.R stop that would take them underground any where in central Paris with
some very easy changes to other lines.

The dads had said that the food prices in restaurants were high and the
food not always that fantastic. There were lots of small grocery stores in
the area so they would eat breakfast and some other meals in the
apartment. That was OK with him.

He was all eyes as he took in the buildings and the speeding cars, many of
them were French models that were not sold in Canada. It seemed so
different from their city. They crossed the Seine and he just made out
Notre Dame off in the distance.  He had caught a glance of the Eiffel Tower
earlier. He was excited.

They were quickly settled in their apartment and they decided to go to the
Musee Cluny or as it was called now the Musee du Moyen Age in the
afternoon. It was a short walk from their apartment. He was stunned by the
age of the tapestries, especially La Dame a la licorne (The Lady and the
Unicorn), over 500 years old. In beautiful condition, stunning in its
detail and colours. He enjoyed all the rooms and they spent a couple of
hours in the museum. It was a great start to their trip. Sleep came easily
that night.

They set out the next day to walk in the Luxembourg Gardens, tour the
Pantheon, eat in a small but well know restaurant and wander. It was
everything that he had imagined Paris to be from his reading and more. He
was totally taken in by the boulevards and then the small winding streets
with old quaint buildings with so many cafes and small restaurants. Even
the French sounded different from the French at home. They had a great day
but more was coming.

He had talked his dads into going to a couple of gay dance clubs. They had
protested at first but he knew that they would enjoy it. That night was
their first one. They dressed in appropriate attire and took a taxi to the
area of the one that Robert had found. He had decided that he would dress
the part and would dance if he were invited. He let his dads know that he
had no intention of doing anything but staying with them. Anna was gone and
he could have some fun.

They arrived later in the evening and after a very good meal at the
restaurant close to the night club, they entered it. It was his first time
in a gay club. There were guys every where, some dancing very close, others
talking and laughing with their friends. He saw a couple against a wall
kissing and fondling each other. The place pulsated with the music.

His dads were a little older than a lot of the guys but they still looked
great. He had already seen some heads turn at them and at himself as they
went by. He had worn rather form fitting pants and a shirt which showed off
his well developed physique. As Jeremy and Timothy had commented quietly to
themselves, he was ripe for the picking had he been gay.

Robert and Jeremy went up to the bar to get some drinks and it was just
natural that they were speaking English loudly to be heard over the beat of
the music. They leaned over and Robert ordered in French to the
bartender. They had passed a guy whose tongue had almost dropped out of his
mouth as they passed. Minutes later the fellow came up to their table and
in very poor, accented English asked Robert to dance. He looked at his dads
and winked and accepted.

The guy walked close to him. "I hear English to that man. He friend, older
lover. OK I dance you."

Robert smiled. He had better switch languages. In his best French accent,
"The two men are my dads. They are gay. I had a girlfriend back home." He
gave the guy a smile. "You still want to dance with me."

"Oh, yeah. You are very handsome. You must work out and play sports. You
look really good. You speak French fluently. Different accent."

"Yes, I work out and I play hockey. I stay in shape. I have a Canadian
accent and I speak both English and French. I am not the only one who has
an accent; you speak Parisian accented French. " He smiled and
winked. "Yes, I would like to dance."

They danced; at first it was fast and Robert was able to dance like
everyone around him. Jacques was a very good dancer and Robert could see
that he too was well built and good looking. His pants were even more form
fitting than is own. A walking advertisement for his special attributes. He
was hung.  They didn't try to talk; it was just too noisy.

The music turned slow and without asking, Jacques pulled him close and
started a slow dance. By force of habit, Robert started to lead. There were
some awkward moments until they finally were in sync. Robert could feel the
heat of the body. For the first time, he could smell a man. He felt the
hardness; no breasts just hard pecs and the different way of moving while
dancing. It became clear that Jacques was not going to just dance. Robert
felt a hand go down his back and come to rest on his butt. The hand felt
around a bit and then pulled them closer. Robert could feel a change;
Jacques was becoming hard. Damn, so was he, well just a bit. It had been
months since he had been this close to anyone like this.

The music stopped. They separated. Jacques looked at him. "I know that I
shouldn't say it but you are a very handsome man. I understand what you
said about you and your dads. Can we have a drink and talk?"

Robert figured why not. He saw his dads coming off the dance floor. He had
seen them dancing the slow piece. God they were incredible together. He
caught their eyes and he signalled that he was going to the bar with
Jacques. They smiled.

They sat and chatted. Jacques' job, Robert's own studies and plans for
university, his reaction to Paris and France, Anna and Jacques' recent, ex
boyfriend. The music had started and they went back out to the floor. The
slow piece had the same effect, especially on Jacques. It was fairly
obvious when they separated. Yes Robert did look down. It was impressive.

Jacques said that he had to visit the WC (washroom). Robert needed a pit
stop too. In the WC at the urinals, Robert didn't look down but he knew
that Jacques did. They washed and they were walking down the hall. There
were a few guys kissing and fondling each other. There were a couple of
hands not just down but down inside a guy's pants. Not quite what you would
see at the clubs that he went to.

Before entering the dance area again, Jacques stopped and leaned against
the wall. Without saying a word, he quickly pulled Robert to him and kissed
him. Robert felt the tongue against his lips but he didn't open his
lips. It did feel sexy as hell. He could feel the light bristle of a late
days growth on Jacques' chin. He was kissing a man.

They broke the kiss. "I am sorry. I shouldn't have done that but you are a
beautiful man."

"Jacques, you probably want to hook up with someone tonight." He
winked. "You may need it after all this." He raised his eyebrows. "I could
sort of feel it on the dance floor and certainly just now."

"I could give you a very amazing night."

"I could feel that too during the dance." Looking over towards their
table. "Sorry but I think that my dads are ready to go. I have enjoyed this
evening more than I ever expected. Because of you."

He leaned over an kissed Jacques on the lips and lingered a bit longer than
he should have.

"Well our guy is having experiences he doesn't usually have. Or is this not
the first?"

With a disgusted look, the one word. "Dad!"

He was not going to tell them about his experiments with a guy from the
hockey team the year before he met Anna. It may have been how a lot of guys
started their experiments. They had been a little tussle over some food or
something while they were playing some video games and they had an active
wrestle on the floor and had become aroused. They ended up with their pants
open and they fingered and stroked each other, no climax. He, and he
assumed his friend, was afraid to go for the finish. A couple of weeks
later, his buddy mentioned what they had done and told him it left him
really horny. Well one thing led to an other and they ended up masturbating
each other to the most incredible and messy climax. They did it a lot of
times watching movies or while playing computer games. They even sucked
each other off a few times and tasted each other. It only stopped when the
guy started dating. Then he met Anna.

Later in bed, he did go back over the time with Jacques and he stroked
himself to a strong orgasm. In his mind, he started with Jacques and then
at the end, there was a faceless female. He slept soundly that night.

The next day was the Musee d'Orsay. The dads always listened to him and
they had bought tickets online for the guided tour at 10 the next
morning. They arrived early for the 9:30 opening and were quite close to
the start of the line up. The interior was immense as they had kept a lot
of the structures of the former train station. They met the guide who was a
very attractive young female whose French and figure had Robert distracted
several times. He hoped that it didn't show.

It was every thing that he had hoped for. He had asked a thousand
questions. He had obviously read a lot about Impressionism. They said au
revoir to their guide and Robert insisted that they do one last walk
through the Impressionist galleries to look at their favourites for the
last time.

They did walk across the bridge to the Tuileries Gardens. They walked to
the right and then turned around and walked under the lovely tree lined
paths to the Place de la Concorde. It was Robert who told his dads that
this was not always a place of 'concorde'. During the revolution, this was
the Place de la Revolution and was where a guillotine was set up and it was
the one that dispatched Louis XVI.

They walked a lot that day. They ended up eating in a roof top, mini
restaurant in Au Primtemps, one of the leading department stores in Paris
on the Blvd Hausmann. What a magnificent view. They could see the Eiffel
Tower in one direction and make out Montmartre and Sacre Coeur off in the
distance in another direction. Sacre Coeur was on their list of sites to
visit.

The days that followed were simply incredible for Robert. He fell in love
with the city as so many have in the past. After the top 'etage' of the
Eiffel Tower, he forced his dads to cross the Seine and to have their
picture taken in the exact spot that Hitler's had been taken many years
before.

Sunday morning mass at Notre Dame had cemented the magic and history of
Paris for all of them. Robert sat in the huge interior with the organ
playing and then the solemn words of the mass handed down over
millennia. Somehow taking the sacrament moved them all. None of them were
that religious but it was their history, their tradition, their culture.


As the wheels went up, a lot of memories went through Robert's head but it
was the final Saturday at the Club that made him smile. The club was a
little classier and certainly more expensive that their first one. The
clientele was richer and slightly older. There were a lot of obviously
rich, young men who gave him a second and third glance. They had ordered
and were sitting talking. Robert looked around. There were a lot of very
attractive young men on the dance floor and more sitting at tables drinking
and discussing who knows what. Eventually, the dads stood up to dance. He
assured them that he was fine sitting at the table by himself.

That didn't last long. Very shortly after his dads went to dance, a young,
very good looking, well dressed guy with an obviously expensive hair cut
came and asked him to dance. Robert again figured why not. The guy was a
good dancer, very smooth. He had rather active hands that managed to
accidentally touch Robert all over his body especially in the slow
dance. They talked for a minute between dances and Robert decided that he
wasn't his type. At the end of the slow dance, he stepped back.

"I think that I should really be honest with you. You seem like a good guy
and I don't want to lead you on."

"You don't like dancing with me?"

"You can really dance. No, the two men I am with are my fathers and they
are gay. I'm not. I have a girlfriend back home. I didn't want to lead you
on. I am sure that you would want more than I can give. Sorry." The guy
didn't know that one of his statement should have been 'I had a
girlfriend'.

It was like a strike of lightning. The guy smiled, "A shame. You are one of
the best looking, new guys who I have seen here in a while. Thanks for
telling me." The guy was gone quickly, like a lightening bolt. Robert
thought to himself that there are pickup lines and get lost lines as well.

The same thing happened several times. The last guy came up to him. In very
good French, "Hi, I am Andre. There is a rumour that you are straight. I
would like to meet this straight guy who looks so good in those clothes and
who really dances well. Maybe I can change his mind."

Laughing at an interesting pick up line, "I doubt it but I would like to
see your technique."

The guy laughed right back. "You know, there is a little gay in all you
straight guys."

Robert pointed to his dads dancing on the floor. "See those guys?"

"You mean the older guys?"

"They are gay. They are my fathers."

"No shit. They are HOT. Just a little old for me. Come on over to the
bar. I want to hear the story. By the way what is your accent? Quebecois?"

He was surprised that someone recognized his accent. "French Canadian." He
nodded.

He liked Andre. He had a beguiling smile with a mocking sense of
humour. Obviously intelligent. They had a drink and talked for way over
half an hour. They got the personal stuff out of the way quickly but Andre
was amazed at how Robert was adopted by two guys. Possibly difficult here
in France especially back when Robert was a child.  Their talk ranged all
over, the American influence in Europe, the EU, the political scene in
Canada and France. Their hopes and aspirations for the future.

After some very sensual dancing, they finally said goodbye with a lingering
kiss. Robert had opened his mouth and he had just touched the tip of
Andre's tongue. Robert realized that he had really enjoyed Andre. They had
clicked in a way that he had not clicked with anyone in a while. Andre
reminded him of Anna and their relationship. Much the same kind of person
except for the private bits. He realized, maybe for the first time, that it
wasn't just sex but it was the whole package of someone who you could enjoy
yourself with, a soul mate. Well, the sex was important. He was horny as
hell. Maybe in Turin, he would find a female like his Andre tonight. He
could still feel that tongue, tip on the tip. He still wasn't sure why he
had done it.

Their time in Turin was going to be different than Paris. They were going
to visit the family roots of the Marchese family. His dad had met the
younger members of the family when he had gone over to Italy, like him, the
summer before his first year at university. He had had a great time. They
had not only kept in touch but Jeremy and Timothy had visited several times
over the years when they were in Europe when Jeremy was giving
presentations. This would not be long days visiting tourist sites although
that they would do some of that. A lot would be talking and meeting family
who Robert had not met. He was really looking forward to it.

Then for their final days in Europe, they would take the early morning
train to Rome and spend a few days cramming in the sites of the eternal
city (he had done a lot of research). They would leave Europe from Rome to
Canada.


Comments

I have had some feedback from some readers who were trying to read some of
my previous stories. If you go to Authors on Nifty and find my name, when
you try to access Surprised Eric and Dave from the Authors list, it doesn't
connect to anything. Surprised Graham and Robert is just not there. If you
want to read them, use the date and category, Adult-Friends or Beginnings
etc. and go the appropriate category and date and they are there and
active.

If you liked this story, you might want to read the others that I have
published on Nifty. In particular, my first story, Unexpected Change which
has had the most positive comments and one of my other favourites, What a
Difference a Year Makes. I have recently reread Introspection and it is
worth a read, Michail Burtchell's story is in Discoveries; its ending is a
little weak but getting there is fun.


Unexpected Change, Nifty, College, April 16, 2011
Friendship, Nifty, Adult Friends, May 20, 2011
Surprising Last Year at University, Nifty, College, June 9, 2011
Murder Changed My Life, Nifty, Beginnings, July 8, 2011
What is Love?, Nifty, Beginnings, August 31, 2011
Getting My Act Together, Nifty,  I have to Adult-Friends, November 10, 2011
Surprised, Nifty, Adult-Friends, January 14, 2012
Surprised Eric and Dave, Beginnings, February 10, 2012
Surprised Graham and Robert, Nifty, Adult-Friends, March 22, 2012
What a Difference a Year Makes, Nifty, Adult-Friends, September 13, 2012
Discoveries, Nifty, Beginnings, November 1, 2012
Introspection, Nifty, Relationships, August 1, 2013
Bad Boy Series, Nifty, Beginning, January 2, 2014
Unexpected, Nifty, Adult Friends, , January 19, 2017