Date: Tue, 17 Oct 2017 20:08:36 -0400
From: Lindon Weztser <lindon.weztser90@gmail.com>
Subject: Lincoln Chapter 2

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Lincoln, The Family I Never Expected Ch.2
Chapter 2 (Answers)

My mouth dropped as I thought to myself,  "Did I leave someone that was in
the parking lot? I am certain, almost 100 percent positive, that no one
else was around Lincoln...... Oh My God, I hope I did not leave his
brothers outside in the cold weather, they wouldn't survive."

All these thoughts were racing through my head, but I knew I did not leave
anyone. I couldn't have, it wasn't even possible. I noted that I was
selfish by only thinking about my actions, I needed to refocus my attention
to Lincoln, and take care of him.

"Lincoln, what brothers? Tell me what is happening, I can help you I
promise, but I need to know what is happening or else I can't help " I
stated.

"My brothers, they are....." as he cried out uncontrollably.

"It's okay, everything is going to be fine," I said as I tried to comfort
him. However nothing was working, he wasn't stopping, and it was becoming
frustrating because I could not stand to see him like this. Although, I
knew I had to stay calm, if I started to panic or show my frustration then
he would shut down. So I picked him up in my arms and gave him tightest hug
I could give without breaking him. I set him on the kitchen counter and ran
to grab a towel. When I returned, I wiped the waterfall of tears away from
his face, and with my hand, I raised his head to look him in the eyes and
stated,

"Lincoln, I am here for you, and whatever we need to do, we can do it
together, I promise I will not leave you. But bud, I need you to breathe,
take a deep breath okay? Because if I don't know why you are crying, then I
feel helpless. Please, I need to know so I can attempt to fix it."

He tried to take a breath, in through his nose and out through his, but
bellowed out with a sob, "I LEFT THEM."

"Who'd you leave?" I responded quickly

"My brothers, I had to hide them."

"Where did you hide them," I asked somewhat panicked

"In my house,"  Lincoln wept, which reassured my initial thoughts that I
did not leave his brothers in the parking lot. But then my heart became
filled with fear, if I didn't leave them in the parking lot, and they were
not with Lincoln, then what happened?

"Oh Lincoln, it's okay I promise, but why did you have to hide them?" I
asked as I pulled him into me for a hug, knowing that I may not be ready
for his reply.

"Because" as he buried his head into my chest, "to save them. We were
watching TV waiting to leave for the grocery store, when Daddy's boss
knocked down our door and and," as he wept uncontrollably. "Mommy told me
to run and take my brothers, but but, some guys broke down the back door so
I was forced to take my brother to the basement."

I was in shock, I could hardly move, but I knew I had to stand strong for
him. I picked him up, and we went to sit on the couch together.. He sat on
my lap as I cradled him. I was rubbing his back and kissed the topped of
his trying to reassure and comfort Lincoln, as he continued on with his
story, "we went to go hide in the storage closet behind the water thing."

I mustered the words to say quickly, "you are so brave Lincoln."

To which Lincoln resumed, "We heard..... a lot of loud noises and crashing
sounds and then of one the guys screamed 'where is my money' I knew I was
not supposed to go upstairs but I turned to my brother Ryker and told him,

'Stay here and don't move until I get back. You are in charge until I come
to get you all. And do not let anyone in the closet, unless it is me.'

Lincoln paused for a quick second, trying to maintain his composure, "I
walked upstairs to see if mommy and daddy were okay, and and, as soon as I
opened the basement door I was grabbed by one of the big men and they
shouted to my parents,

'I will kill your son if you do not tell me where the money is, his brains
will be smashed out of his small head, and his face stomped to a pulp, do
you understand me?'

My dad responded, 'go ahead, he is a fucking faggot anyway, will save me
the embarrassment of having a fucking queer son, he is a worthless piece of
shit.'

After I had heard Lincoln tell me what his father said to him, my heart
melted. I had tried to put such a secure and comforting face for him, but I
lost it. Tears now filled my eyes.

Lincoln carried on with his story, "The next thing I hear is my mom scream
and a loud thud sound, everything went black, and I don't remember anything
but waking up,"

Lincoln really started to bawl now, so I hugged him tighter, and softly
spoke to him "I am here for you bud, but I need to know what happened,"

"I, I, I, don't know if I can'" he stuttered.

"You've been so so so brave buddy, and I promise you, you're not an
embarrassment, I cannot fathom what you have been through,  but I need you
to explain. I am so sorry to make you relive this but I can help, I
promise." I reiterated

He looked at me and muttered, " I...... I woke up and and, saw my mommy
next to me, she was staring at me but wasn't moving... I reached out to
touch her face but she felt so cold and stiff, I wanted to shake her, but I
couldn't bring myself too. I didn't want to leave her side, but I got
scared and began gaining some senses back. I felt this warm waterly feeling
and saw I was laying in blood with my shorts and underwear around my ankles
and my shirt was torn off and thrown beside me... I began to lift myself up
to my knees and pulled my shorts back up." He cried, "There was so much
blood on the floor and on mommy. I, I, I, stood up and looked around the
house I didn't know where my daddy was or any of the men who broke into the
house, so I grabbed my coat and went outside to my backyard and sat in the
cold. I, I, just don't know, I can't even remember walking anywhere I
promise."

"I believe you," I quickly responded, trying not to interrupt him.

His eyes turned to a waterfall again and screamed "I left them, I left my
brothers, I... I..."

With that, I hugged him even tighter and said, "Buddy, you were in shock,
you are still in shock right now. No one and I mean no one will ever blame
you for leaving, but we need to rush back into town and go make sure they
are alright." I took a breath and continued, "Your brothers are going to be
fine, but we need to call the police, they will get there first, but I am
going to grab your clothes from the laundry, they may be damp, but we will
have to make due."

"Okay," he sobbed.

I rushed to the laundry room and pulled out his clothes. When I returned,
Lincoln already removed the oversized t-shirt and was standing in the buck.
He was in such an unstable emotional state that he was not able to get
dressed when I handed him his clothes. I noticed that, and said, "here let
me help."

As I bent down and reached for his underwear, Lincoln collapsed into my
arms again and cried, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I left them, I was just so
scared. I don't know why."

I picked up the naked boy and gave him a hug and reassured him, "you did
nothing wrong, absolutely nothing, I know you feel terrible, but the
quicker we get you dressed, the quicker we can go get your brothers okay?"
His uncontrollable state was not going away, so I sat him on the couch and
put his underwear, shorts, and his jacket on him. I quickly ran upstairs to
my closet to grab a sweatshirt for him to wear because his jacket was not
substantial enough for this cold January weather. I picked Lincoln up off
the couch and we raced to the garage. The truck was low on fuel from the
earlier trip, so I decided to take the SUV, my new Mercedes-Benz GLS550. I
placed him in the backseat and threw my sweatshirt over him like a blanket
to keep him warm since the car was not started yet. I ran back inside to
grab my phone and wallet. I started the car and opened the garage door to
the chilly night. We left my house for our trip back to Columbus at 11:38
pm, almost a 6 hours after I found him.

Once we got on the road for a few minutes, I asked Lincoln, "what is your
address, I need to enter it into the navigation system and inform the
police."

"1539 West Main Boulevard, 43228, Columbus OH," responded

"Thanks, rest up buddy I will wake you when we get closer."

"Thank you, Mr...... I mean Garret," he mumbled

My first call was of course to the cops, I told them what I believe is
happening and the location of the house. My next call was to my older
sister Kelly, she works for CPS (child protective service) in the Columbus
area, and lives closer to Lincoln's house than where we are. Kelly is 12
years older then I am, making her 42 years old. She is happily married and
has three kids named Ashley 17 years old, Kimberley 15 years old, and
Christian 13 years old.

"Hello," she ask in a sleepy tone

"Kelly, I really need your help, I'm sorry if I woke you," I stated

My sister tone seemed to change real quick, I love my sister, and we talk
daily, but I don't go to her for help unless it is an emergency. She
worriedly asked, "Are you okay? Is mom okay? Oh no, it's Christian isn't
it?"

"Kelly calm down and listen to me, okay?" I stated "Mom and I are both
good, and I assume Christian is fine as well. I found this boy earlier
today, and his name is Lincoln and he really really means a lot to me. I
need you to be here for him and I. I found him bloody, near frozen to death
outside the homeless shelter in the city tonight, I ...." I told the whole
story to her, which took about 15 minutes of me talking. At the end, I
could hear her crying through the phone to which she asked,

"How can I help Garret?"

I responded, "please go to this location as soon as possible, you need to
help the police look for Lincoln's three other brothers. He said they
should be hidden in the storage closet in the basement. If you open the
closet door and they are not visible,  then check behind the water heater,
they could possibly be hiding behind it. Lincoln and I will be there within
the hour, I called the police, and they should be on scene. If they find
the boys, do not let them go, do you understand. Please go! I beg you, they
boy means a lot to me, and I cannot stand to see him this hurt. The address
is 1539 West Main Boulevard, 43228, Columbus OH. Thank you, Kelly, I love
you, and wish I would be calling under better circumstances."

"Love you too, Garret. However, I can't make promises on keeping them at
the house if the kids are hurt or need medical attention, but I will
promise to try my best" with that she hung up the phone and I was driving
in silence.

I was thinking to myself about how crazy this is, what did I just associate
myself with, and what happened to Lincoln when we was knocked out. I assume
he was raped, because of the marks on his back and butt. Although, I must
say I was relieved that he did not know or was aware that he may possibly
be raped since he was knocked out by one of the men. All these thoughts
were running through my head when I heard Lincoln say,

"Do you really care for me. Like, like, what you said on the phone,"

I replied, "Yes bud! I really meant what I said. I think you are a fighter,
a brave, and strong boy. I will do everything in my power to make sure you
are okay."

Lincoln said choking back some tears, " thank you" and we rode in silence
for most of the way to his house

We were one or two turns away from seeing his house. The clock now read
1:07 a.m. I had noticed that he lived relatively close to the homeless
shelter, maybe a block or two away. It makes reasonable sense that he could
walk to the parking area where I saw him, which somehow gave me some sense
of relief. As we made our last turn, reality kicked me in the ass again.
There must have been 13 cop cars and 3 ambulances blocking off the road
causing driving any further unrealistic. The house was located in a very
shady part of town. We parked on the side of the road, and we began our way
to his home. Lincoln did not live in a great area, the houses in this town
all looked run down, old, and low income. Some had broken windows and holes
in the siding that seemed like there were made by bullets. It's basically
the place you do not want to raise children, due to drug and violence
issue. As lincoln's house came to view, I could tell his parents did not
have money. The house had a dark brownish red brick color, with graffiti on
the one side. The central gutter was detached from the roof and laying
beside the house. Speaking of the roof, it appeared to have a blue tarp
draped over one side possible covering a hole. The grass was dormant due to
winter, but the weeds and bushes were overgrown, probably never trimmed
once. I saw my sister sitting on the sidewalk in a state of shock or
disbelief and shouted,

"Kelly"

"Garret," her voice and look worried me but continued "I have never, ever
seen anything so horrific in my life."

"Did you find any of the kids" I questioned

She looked at me and then at Lincoln, "No."

"Are you sure?" Lincoln cried, and before I knew what was happening, he
bolted for the front door

"GARRET!" Kelly screamed, "don't let him see inside the house." I sprinted
after Lincoln, but he made it the door before I could reach him. He stopped
dead in his tracks. With him being so worried about his brothers, he must
have forgotten about his parents. He saw what no child should ever have to
see. His mother's body, being placed into a body bag. I arrived at him just
as he burst into tears. He turned his body to me, and I picked him up and
carried him away from the scene. Lincoln knew his mother was dead, but it
hadn't registered until now. I decided to take Lincoln back to the SUV,
away from the crime scene until his mother's body was removed. At this
time, Kelly and a young police officer approached. I thought it would be
best to place Lincoln in the car and shut the door.

The cop stated, "Mr. Hamel, correct? You made the phone call the station?
We understand that you have the boy."

"Yes, that was me, and yes he is in the car."

"We need to speak to the boy." He commanded

"Tough shit, he isn't talking to anyone besides myself or Kelly. If you
would like a statement from him, you'll have to wait until he is
comfortable, do you understand!"

"I understand sir, but you have no right to block our access to talking
with him. If we wish to speak to him, we can."

I looked at Kelly, and she began "he has every right to block access, as of
this moment Lincoln is in CPS, and we are blocking your access to speak
with him, due to emotional distress."

"Yes mam," he quickly replied

As the officer walked away, I turned to Kelly and spoke, "no one knows
where the other children are?"

"No Garret, the cops checked the closet, I checked the closet and nothing.
The good news is that there are not among the bodies in the house."

"Bodies? I only heard about the mother" I questioned.

"Yeah, there is the mother, but also the father and one of the men who
broke into the house. No one knows how the other man died." She stated

"Wow, no wonder there was so much blood."

"Does Lincoln know anywhere else they might have gone?" She asked me

"I will go ask, but we need to talk Kelly, you and I."

"I have a feeling of what you might ask, and I don't want you to get your
hopes up," she responded.

Satisfied with her answer for now, I turned towards the car and opened the
door.

"How you doing buddy," I stupidly asked, knowing he felt terrible.

"I, I, I, just didn't think she died, I mean I know she was dead when I
woke up, but it just hit me when I saw her. And now I don't know where my
brothers are, I just don't know why I left them" he cried.

"Come here bud," I said. He got out of the car and ran into my arms, as I
continued "I promised you that everything will be okay, I don't like to
break my promises, you understand? Your brothers were not in the basement,
do you have any idea where they could be hiding?"

He thought for a few seconds, pondering locations they might be, and then a
slight glimpse of hope appeared on his face. Without telling me, he let go
of my hug, and took my hand and yelled "follow me, we have a basement door
that goes to the outside in the backyard" Pausing for a quick second to
catch his breath, "outside the door we have this storage area that goes
under the porch, Ryker always likes to hide there during hide and seek"

"Show me" I requested. We took off running, with Kelly in pursuit not far
behind.

As we reached the storage area, Lincoln yelled "Ryker" to which no one
answered. He yelled a second time, "Ryker!" No answer, he face became pale
and looked like he may puke, screamed,

 "RYKER!" One last time.

We heard a faint, "Lincoln?"

Lincoln lost it, he turned to me and gave me a hug with tears flowing down
his face. One by one the boys began to come out of the storage area. First
was Ryker, he appeared to be around 8 years old. Ryker said to Lincoln, "I
didn't know if you were ever coming to get us."

To which Lincoln replied, "I'm so sorry." Lincoln gave Ryker a quick hug
and then yelled "Jacob, Clayton! I didn't mean to leave you guys," as the
two other brothers joined Ryker and Lincoln in a hug. Ryker and Jacob
seemed to be close in age, with Jacob appearing to be 6 years old. Clayton
looked to be the youngest at 5 years old. It was extremely challenging to
judge what the boys looked like, as they were covered with dirt and grime.
After we let them hug and embrace each other, I thought it would be best to
move them away from the house and towards the SUV. It was now 2:01 in the
morning, as the boys waited outside the SUV wrapped in blankets, just happy
to have each other again.

Kelly had just finished talking with the officers, when she approached me
and said, "go home, take the boys with you, I am giving temporary access to
guardianship. Take them home, get them cleaned, well rested, and fed. These
boys have been through a lot, we will process this more on Monday
considering that it is already 2 in the morning on Sunday, okay?"

"Do you think I can handle them?" I asked nervously

"Garret, I don't know, but it is better than sending them to an emergency
foster care. What I do know, is that you are Lincoln's rock at the moment,
he won't let you out of his sight. I mean look at him, his eyes haven't
left our direction. I need to finish up here, get them home and you get
some rest as well, you look like shit" she replied

"Thank you, big sis I owe you big time, love you" I responded.

As I reached the car, I was first met by Lincoln questioning, "are you
leaving us?"

"No, absolutely not!"

"Okay, good" he cried and fell into my arms for a hug. I kissed him on the
top of the head and whispered in his ear,

"I won't ever try to leave you, okay?

He responded by squeezing me tighter. Before I knew it, I had three other
boys partaking in the hug with us.I quickly realized that the other three
boys have no idea who I am, so I broke the hug and stated,

"My name is Garret Hamel, but you boys can call me Garret. This is not
making much sense, but I will explain everything in due time, I promise. I
also want to let you know you'll be spending some time at my house. I
promise, I will never hurt you boys, I am here to help you guys, and I wan,

I was cut off mid-sentence by Ryker, "we know you won't hurt us, Lincoln
told us about you and how you helped him come find us." He was teary-eyed
when he finished and came over to give me a tight squeeze.  With that I
said to the boys, load up the SUV, we have a little drive until we reach
home.

Lincoln hopped right in the car, but the other three remained hesitant, so
I questioned, "whats wrong boys?"

Clayton spoke first, "We are dirty, and this is the most nicest car I have
ever saw."

This gave me a chuckle, so I walked over to the grass, picked up two chunks
of dirt and walked back over to the boys and car. I preceded to wipe the
mud all over the seats and flooring, to which the boys thought was
hilarious. I quickly spoke up, "it is a vehicle boys, you mean more to me
then this SUV, I do not care if it gets dirty. It can always be washed."
The boys were laughing hysterically now as each climbed into the back seat.
They must have thought I was crazy.

The drive home was very anticlimactic, which felt like a blessing. The boys
were all asleep as soon as we turned onto the highway, I made it home in
record timing and pulled the car into the garage at 3:32 a.m. The boys were
so tired that they did not comprehend the size of the house. Three of the
boys needed baths, so I decided to use my bathroom with the jacuzzi tub.
But before I gave them a bath I stated,

"Lincoln needs to get some rest boys, I am going to show him to his room
and going to tuck him in, I suggest you put your clothes in this hamper,
and I will have them washed for tomorrow. Lastly, say goodnight to Lincoln."

"Goodnight love you Lincoln," the three boys echoed.

As the 3 little ones began to undress, I guided Lincoln to his room and
said, "don't worry bud, I will make sure they have everything and are
comfortable before bed."

"I know you will, thank you for everything you are doing" Lincoln replied

"Don't mention it, now how do you normally sleep? Just in underwear, in
PJ's, or how"

Lincolns face turned red, and whispered, "naked."

Without missing a beat, I pulled down his pants and underwear, lifted his
shirt above his head, and picked him up to place him on the bed. He, of
course, saw this opportunity to give me a hug, and I am one to never pass
up a hug.

He quickly asked, "Do you think these marks on my body will go away?"

" Of course they will, we may have to put some cream and medicine on some
spots, but they will go away." I said as I tucked him under the covers and
resumed speaking, "I'm am so proud of you buddy, if you need anything
tonight, you know where my room is, don't be afraid to come get me."

He replied with a smile, I took that as a good sign and bent down to kiss
his forehead goodnight! I decided to leave a nightlight on in his room just
in case of some emergency.

As I walked around the corner to reach the bathroom, I was greeted by 3
dirty, naked, and tired boys. I walked over to the bathtub and began to
draw the water.

"Do we really need a bath Garret? We are so tired" Clayton spoke.

"I am afraid so Clayton, but we can make it a super duper fast bath. Now,
 in you three go." I insisted as I pointed to the tub

"Finnnne, by the way, the names Clayton but I like to go by Clay." He said
with a cheeky smile. I couldn't help but laugh, but I shook my head in
acknowledgment of his request. Ryker was bathing himself, but definitely
missed a few spots on his back and private areas, so I had to remind him to
clean them. Jacob and Clayton tried to clean themselves but were not having
much luck. I stepped in and gave them a good scrubbing. As the grime and
dirt washed away into the tub, I had to drain and refill the water. I took
this as an opportunity to get a good look at the boys.

Ryker was strikingly handsome for an 8-year-old. You could tell he was
Lincoln's brother. Although instead of light brown hair, Ryker possesses
blonde hair with the same gorgeous eyes Lincoln has. His hair is styled to
be trimmed on the sides, with longer hair on top. Best way to explain it
would be a European soccer player haircut. He is on the skinnier side, with
fantastic skin color. During the summer, you can tell this boy will be a
shade of golden bronze as he still has faint but noticeable tan lines. He
stood around 4'2 and a weight of around 55 pounds. He was circumcised and
appeared to be of average size, and he might have the cutest little bubble
butt on earth. You could tell that Ryker cared about how he looked.

Jacob just turned 7. Out of all the brothers, he carried different features
from the rest. He had dark brown hair almost blackish and green eyes. His
hairstyle was a typical 7-year-olds, shorter and spiked in the front. His
skin was pale, and he had a scar located his left thigh about 3 inches
long. I was intrigued about the mark but decided to wait until later to
ask. He is a good ways away from puberty as to he expected, but was just as
tall as Ryker and looked to weigh a little more at 60ish pounds. He was
circumcised and had a smaller sized penis then expected, but that might be
from the cold air. Jacob was the quietest out of the brothers and more
standoffish from me.

Last but not least Clayton is 5 years old. He likes to be called clay, and
he is very outgoing, high energy, and hilarious. Clay has light brown hair
with the same amazing blue eyes. He has similar skin coloring to Ryker.
Clay has some of his baby fat for sure, I can still see his little round
tummy compared to the other boys who are skinnier. He stood around 3'6 and
weighed 27 pounds. Similar to the rest of his brothers, he is circumcised
and seemed to be average.

As the tub refilled, I told the boys to rinse off the remaining soap, while
I run to the closet to grab three towels. I decided to make a game out of
drying off so I held the towels as wide as I could for each boy. The
objective was to get the towel as fast as you could and be wrapped in a
towel cocoon. Ryker was first, he sprinted and jumped into the towel
laughing hysterically. It actually made it difficult to cover the towel
around him because he was cracking up and moving around so much but
eventually got him in the cocoon. Next Jacob, he ran to the towel and for
the first time I saw his smile, he was easier to wrap in a cocoon. Last was
Clay, who apparently missed the objective and flew past me laughing his
little butt off screaming,

"I lose, I lose." His brothers found it hilarious and quite frankly so did
I, but I had to make sure he didn't wake Lincoln

"Clay!" I hushed him "Lincoln is sleeping, we don't want to wake him up."

"Oh I forgot" responded with a dejected and scared tone

"It is okay little buddy. I'm not mad, just tell me next time you plan to
go streaking." As I poked him in the sides causing him to giggle.  I asked
the boys if they wanted to sleep in different rooms from each other and
they all said they would. We let Clay pick his room first. He decided with
the room across from Lincoln and next to the master bedroom. I covered the
naked boy with one of my shirts and pulled back the covers of his bed. I
tucked him in and said, "goodnight clay, see you in the morning," and
kissed his forehead goodnight. Jacob and Ryker followed suit and said
goodnight to clay.

Jacob was next to pick his room. As we were awaiting his decision, I threw
the two boys a shirt of mine each. They put them on, and Jacob seemed to
make up his mind. He pointed to the room next to Lincoln, and I went into
the bedroom to undue his bed covers. For being the most standoffish, he
came over to me first and gave me a massive hug and said,

"thank you."

"No problem Jacob, get some sleep," I said, as I kissed the top of his head
and motioned for him to lay down.

Ryker had the final decision but seemed to be having a difficult time, so I
asked

"what's the matter kiddo?"

He looked at me and spoke, "I want to be close to your room if something
happens, but there aren't any more rooms next to you."

"Well first, I can tell you I am only a shout away from your room if
something happens. How about this buddy, I will lay down with you in your
bed until you fall asleep, sound good?"

"Really?" Ryker asked

"I promise bud" I stated. With that, Ryker went with the room next to
Clay's. As I uncovered his bed, I crawled on the left side. Ryker quickly
took residents on the right side which was situated to my left. He cuddled
against my body. He put his hand on my chest and his head on my shoulder.

"Comfortable?" I asked

"Very, are you?" He quickly responded

"Most comfortable I've ever been!" I replied, lightly poking him in the
sides which caused his to chuckle.

I was rubbing his head trying to make him fall asleep when he caught me off
guard and asked, "Are my parents gone?"

Trying not to stir emotions this late I quietly whispered, "we will talk
about it tomorrow buddy, try to get some rest, you've been through so much
today."

He didn't seem to mind my answer, and he quickly fell off into slumber. I
ever so carefully moved him off my arm and got out bed. I kissed his
forehead goodnight and headed to the door. The clock now reads 4:22 a.m.
and my night is almost finished. I need to put the boy's dirty clothes into
the washer. I figure I could dry them tomorrow morning, as the boys would
just have go commando for the first few hours. I made one last round to
each of the boy's room, and everything seemed to be okay. I wanted to grab
a quick shower but made the mistake of laying down, and I knew my lazy butt
wasn't getting up. I checked the clock one last time and dozed off at 4:35
in the morning.

To be continued.....

Author Notes:
First, I hope you all enjoyed the second chapter. If you want to tell me
your reactions or thoughts of Chapter 2 (Answers) email me! Answers is the
title of the chapter if you didn't know that.
Second and just like last time, if you would give feedback that would be
great, but I want honest opinions... too rushed, too slow, too dull, very
confusing, awesome, can't wait to read more, any mistakes I made. All and
any feedback is welcomed, you will not hurt my feelings... if this chapter
is terrible, please tell me!!!!! If you are thrilled to read more tell
me!!!!!  I know that this story will not include tons of sex (there will be
some I promise, but it is not the central theme of the story) but I believe
I can make a fantastic story that will keep you guys entertained.

Third, the destinations, streets, and locations are made up. I use Columbus
as a nearby city, but I'm unaware if the addresses listed are real or not.

Fourth and final, let's give some donations to these guys, It allows people
to express thoughts openly and freely with others who enjoy reading fiction
stories. Without them, we could not express our thoughts. Link to donate is
here http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html

Thank you!
My Email: Lindon.Weztser90@gmail.com