Date: Sun, 1 Apr 2001 19:25:12 EDT
From: Barik02@aol.com
Subject: Days Of Our Summer, Part Five

This story is a work of fiction based on characters from the NBC soap
operas "Days Of Our Lives" and "Passions."  It is not meant to imply the
true sexual behavior of the actors playing these characters, or the
characters themselves.

"Days Of Our Lives" and it's characters are trademarks of and copyright
Corday Productions Inc., in association with Columbia Pictures Television.

"Passions" and it's characters are registered and belong to NBC and Outpost
Farms, Ltd.

If you are underage, you probably shouldn't read this.
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The following story is Part 2, in the Second Series Of "Days Of Our
Summer."  (Incidently, that title is irrelevant since the story no longer
takes place in the summer, but really, who pays attention to such details
:-)

"Days Of Our Passion, Part Two"
by rychard on march 16, 2001

	Shawn Brady drove his mother's car, driving away from Salem,
towards his weekend getaway destination: Harmony, a "peaceful New England
community," at least according to the travel brochure.
	This weekend was supposed to be a romantic one with his boyfriend
of three months: Jason, but turned into a weekend of solitude travel when
Jason's parents had decided they didn't want their son traveling alone with
another sixteen year old.
	So Shawn has headed towards Harmony, alone, reasoning with himself
that this time away from his family, school, and even Jason, would give him
a better understanding of himself; and perhaps even the courage to finally
tell Jason that he loved him.

* * * * * * *
	Jason stood outside the Black family penthouse.  Belle had called
him earlier, claiming they had to have an important talk.  He knew it could
only be about one thing: Shawn.  It was common knowledge that Belle had
thought that she and Shawn were destined to be Salem's next super couple,
but Shawn had recently tore that hope away from her.  But being the eternal
optimist that she was, Jason figured she must have wanted to meet with him
to find out what he had done to make Shawn "hate" her.
	After a few minutes of debating whether to ring the doorbell or
not, Jason finally brought his finger to the small round button and
pressed.  When the door opened, Jason was greeted with the last image he
had expected:
	John Black was standing in front of him, obviously fresh out of the
shower since he was wrapped in a towel and still dripping wet.
	"Can I help you," John asked.
	Jason couldn't respond.  The sight of Belle's half-naked father had
sent his teenage hormones into overdrive.  It had been a while since he had
been with an older man (Dr. Craig Wesley had left town after that odd
internet broadcast fiasco).  Of course, now that he was in a committed
relationship with Shawn, he knew he couldn't act on any of the feeling in
his head, besides, John was a married man with two children.
	But as John stood there, shower-water glistening over his hairy
chest, Jason couldn't help but slip into a world of fantasy.
	"Jason!"
	Belle's voice knocked Jason back into reality.  He realized he must
have been staring at John for quite some time, but the funny thing was,
John didn't do anything about it.
	"Oh," John turned to Belle, "this must be your friend, Isabella.  I
thought he was selling newspapers or something."  John turned back to Jason
and smiled.  John had piercing brown eyes and long brownish-black hair.
For being a man who was old enough to have a nineteen year old son, he was
still one of Salem's hottest men.
	"Come on in Jason," Belle said, overly cheerful.  "And Dad, go put
some clothes on!"
	John held Jason's eye contact for a moment, then turned away,
heading towards the stairway.
	Jason walked into the penthouse, and could almost smell the money
wreaking from the walls.  He had always known that John Black was a rich
man, though from what he wasn't sure, since Belle never mentioned him
having a job.  Then there was Belle's mother, Dr. Marlena Evans.  She was a
psychiatrist at the hospital, and had once been the host of her own radio
talk show.
	With the combined income of her parents, it was no wonder Belle was
never seen in the same outfit twice.
	"Sit down, Jason," Belle motioned towards the sofa.  "Can I get you
something to drink?"
	Jason looked up at her.  She was playing the polite host, but deep
inside, she was an emotional wreck.  Jason had to be careful.  Women
scorned had a funny reputation of turning to "the dark side" in this town.
	"No thanks, Belle, I'm fine."  Jason sat on the sofa, awaiting
Belle's next move.
	Belle sat in a chair across from Jason, studying him very closely.
Jason was careful not to make any sudden movements, or keep eye contact
with her for too long.
	Finally Belle spoke again.
	"So, do you know why Shawn left town?"
	"Belle," Jason began, "he's coming back.  He just went on a little
vacation for the weekend."
	"Jason, I'm going to be blunt with you.  I don't like that you're
spending so much time with Shawn.  Being the way that you are, you must be
having a negative impact on him."
	"Did you ever think that maybe he's having a positive impact on me?
And what do you mean `being the way I am?'  What's that supposed to mean?"
	"I'm just saying that you're not exactly known for your acts of
goodness.  Headless chickens and pig's blood seem to come to mind."
	"Those things were mainly Jan's idea."
	"And where is your girlfriend Jan these days," Belle asked.
	"She's not my girlfriend anymore," Jason replied.  "In fact, she
never really was."
	"What does that mean?"
	"Nothing."  Jason knew he couldn't say anymore.  If he let Belle
know that he was gay, it wouldn't be too long before she realized that
Shawn was too.  "Belle, Shawn told me about the argument you two had."
	"That doesn't surprise me.  He used to tell me about the arguments
you two had all the time.  Funny how things change."
	"He doesn't hate you," Jason offered to Belle.
	"Well it certainly feels that way."
	Belle and Jason sat in silence.  Jason couldn't say anymore without
compromising Shawn's trust, and Belle couldn't ask anything more without
seeming like a foolish schoolgirl.
	"You know," Belle began, "Shawn said that you've changed.  But I
don't believe that.  You're using him for whatever reason to get what you
want, and when you get it, you're so-called friendship with him will be
over.  And then I'll be the one by his side, holding his hand."
	"You really are a naive little girl, aren't you?"  Jason stared at
Belle, dumbfounded her ignorance.
	"I think you should leave."
	"He can't leave yet," John Black's voice boomed from the stairs he
was descending from.  "I need him."
	Jason looked up at John, who was dressed in a white undershirt and
black sweats.  Apparently he hadn't planned on going anywhere today.
	"Fine, whatever," Belle said, exasperated, "then I'm going."
	Belle got up and stormed out of the penthouse, slamming the door
behind her.
	John watched his daughter leave with concern.
	"What happened," he asked Jason.
	"Um," Jason managed to reply, "boy-trouble."
	"Oh, I got you," John said, winking at Jason.
	"Um, Mr. Black," Jason said, "what did you mean by `you need me?'"
	John took a step closer to Jason.
	"I'd be willing to pay you..." John said.
	"For what," Jason asked, his eyes widening.
	John chuckled.  "To help me move some boxes down to the basement.
My son Brady's never around, and I could use a man's help."
	Jason smiled at the thought of John thinking he was a "man."  His
own dad still referred to him as a boy.
	"Do you think you can help me," John asked Jason.
	"Sure."  Jason's heart belonged to Shawn, but he couldn't resist
the temptation of hanging around with John Black.

* * * * * * * *

	Shawn Brady walked down the Main Street of Harmony.  He had already
registered at the Harmony Inn, but couldn't stand being alone in the room
that was supposed to be his and Jason's.  So he decided to take a tour
around town, seeing what this place had to offer.
	It had been a while since he had eaten, and hunger was beginning to
set it.  Up ahead, he saw a place called "The Book Cafe."  It looked to be
a sort of bookstore-sandwich place-coffee shop.  Shawn decided to eat
there.
	Upon entering the Book Cafe, he was greeted with a giant
promotional display, advertising a book called "Hidden Passions."  Shawn
could relate to the title.  Ever since he had began his relationship with
Jason, it felt like he was having to hide his passions from everyone.
	He picked up a copy of the book, and walked over to the counter,
looking at the menu above, deciding what kind of sandwich to order.
	"Shawn," a familiar voice called out to him.
	He turned around to see Austin Reed.
	"A-Austin?  What are you doing here?"
	Austin was sitting at a table with two guys.  He excused himself
from the table and walked over to Shawn, shaking his hand.
	"You're the last person I expected to run into here," Austin told
Shawn.
	"I can say the same thing," Shawn replied.  "What are you doing
here."
	"Oh," Austin began, "well, you know I work for Titan Publishing, so
they sent me over here to try to get a book-deal with the author of that
book you're holding: Hidden Passions."
	"Oh, okay."  Shawn was relieved to have someone familiar to talk
to, even if he and Austin weren't all that close in Salem.
	Austin Reed was built from the same stuff models were made off.  He
had dark brown hair, with matching brown eyes.  His smile was the kind
that, if it was focused on you, it seemed to make the entire world
disappear.  And then there was his body.  Shawn had gotten a good look at
it two years ago at a charity boxing match between Austin and Brandon
Walker.  Austin had these pecs that were perfect.  Back in the beginning
days of history, people used to be named after what they were known for.  A
man named Steve who was a tailor would be named Steve Tailor.  A man named
Mark who was a blacksmith was named Mark Smith.  If such things still
occurred today, Austin would have to be named Austin Peck.
	"Hey," Austin said, "I just met these two really cool local guys,
why don't you come over and join us."
	Shawn looked over at the two guys, both of whom were extremely
attractive.  Austin sure knew how to pick guys.  It was too bad that he was
dating Shawn's cousin Sami Brady....and besides, what was he thinking,
Shawn was dating Jason.  No amount of being attracted to someone could make
him be unfaithful to the man he loved.
	"I don't know," Shawn replied, "I wouldn't want to intrude."
	"Don't be stupid, I'm inviting you.  Hey, you order whatever you
want here, I'll just put it on Titan's bill, okay?  Then come over and join
us."
	Austin patted Shawn's back, then walked back to the table.  Shawn
watched, not believing the amount of restraint he was going to need to make
it through the day with these three hunks.
	A few minutes later, Shawn had his ham sandwich and was walking
towards Austin's table.  He sat in an empty chair.
	"Guys," Austin said, "this is my friend from back home, Shawn.
Shawn, these are the guys, Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald and Ethan Crane."
	"Well, it should be Ethan Bennett," Miguel teased.
	"Just call me Ethan," Ethan replied.
	"Nice to meet you two," Shawn said, taking in the sight of these
two beauties.
	Ethan Crane-Bennett-Whatever had that wholesome boy-next-door look.
He had light brown eyes, and dirty blonde hair.  Everything about him was
refined.  He was wearing pressed tan slack, a white collared shirt, and a
preppy maroon sweater-vest.  As he sat, it was with his head held-high and
with an air of sophistication around him.  He couldn't be any older than
25.
	Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald looked to be around the same age as Shawn,
anywhere from 16 to 18.  He had light brown skin, and a pretty-boy face.
His black hair was gelled to perfection, and his wide brown eyes were
topped off by busy eyebrows.  Under his t-shirt and jeans had to be a very
toned body.
	"So Ethan," Austin said, "what's the deal with this two different
last names thing?"
	"Oh," Ethan shrugged, "you know how it is.  My mom had an affair
with Sam Bennett the year I was conceived, but tried to pass me off as her
husband's son.  It had worked, until some sleazy tabloid dug up some letter
my mom wrote to Sam, confessing the truth.  So now I`m connected to this
family I`ve never known."
	"I can relate," Austin said.  "My real dad tore me and my sister
Billie away from our mom when we were very young, telling us she had died.
He told the same thing about us to her, so she went off and had another
son.  A few years later, me and sister showed up in Salem and found out
that our mom was alive, raising another son.  So all of a sudden, I was a
part of a family I had never known either."
	"Wow," Miguel said, "things in Salem sound as dramatic as they are
here in Harmony."
	"That's not even the half of it.  My ex-fiance's sister drugged me
into sleeping with her, then got pregnant and told me the baby was mine.
Only it turned out that the real father was my newfound brother.  After I
found that out, and my fiance left me for another man, and I had pretty
much no luck in love, I went to Europe with this Princess friend of mine,
where we got put into this virtual-reality Garden of Eden, where I had to
fight off a bunch of gladiators and demons and stuff."
	"Sounds familiar," Miguel said.
	"What's your big scandal," Austin asked Miguel.
	"Well, my dad, Martin Fitzgerald, disappeared a long time ago.  And
my brother Luis might be in love with the woman who killed him."
	"Wow," said Austin.
	Miguel focused his brown eyes on Shawn.  "What's your story?"
	Shawn cleared his throat.  "Well, a long time ago, my mom was
presumed dead in this explosion, only it turned out she hadn't really died.
Meanwhile, my dad fell in love with two different women, one was a princess
of some far away country named Carly, but no one ever talks about her
anymore.  The other woman was Billie, Austin's sister.  The two of them
were going to get married, but then a woman who looked just like my mom
popped into the picture.  After she figured out how to open up a puzzle
box, everyone realized that this woman was my mom--"
	"A puzzle box," Miguel asked.
	"Don't ask," Shawn replied.  "Anyway, after Billie got pregnant by
my dad but lost the baby and lied about it, my dad decided he wanted to
spend his life with my mom.  Unfortunately, it turned out that the years we
thought she was dead, she had been brainwashed into thinking that she was
some chick named Princess Gina, and had gotten into a life of crime
stealing artwork and stuff.  So, naturally, everyone took time away from
work and school and went to Europe to investigate it.  That's when the real
Princess Gina showed up and kidnapped my mom and took over her life, so she
could get back with her true love, John Black.  I was the only one who
suspected that Princess Gina wasn't my real mom, so she sent me away to
boarding school, where after a few months, I came back an entirely
different man.  But still, I was suspicious of her, so finally, after she
tricked my dad into marrying her, she pulled a gun on me, and forced me to
jump off a building.  I survived, but it still trips me out to think about
it."
	"Damn, I don't think we can beat that," Ethan said.
	"I think I can," Miguel chimed in.  "I just got back from Hell to
rescue my girlfriend Charity, who had been sucked in there through a portal
to the underworld that was in her closet."
	"Well, you know what they say," Shawn said, "life in the closet can
really be hell."
	The other three men turned to look at Shawn, who realized he had
said to much.  Austin, being the protective guy that he was, broke the ice.
	"Well," he said, "it seems like women are the real causes of
trouble in our life fellas. I say we're better off without them."
	Austin raised his glass for a toast, as the otehr three guys
followed suit.
	"To women," Austin said.  "And the trouble they cause!"
	"Here's to never letting them interrupt our lives again," Miguel
offered.
	"Cheers," the other three replied.

* * * * * * * * *

	Jason and John were sitting on the sofa, having brought down the
last box of books down to the basement.  Both guys were sweating through
their shirts.  Jason hadn't realized how heavy boxes of books could be.
His back was killing him.
	John noticed Jason rubbing his back.
	"What's the matter," John asked.
	"Oh," Jason replied, "I think I pulled a muscle or something."
	"Man, I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't have expected you to carry
such a heavy load.  Here, let me help you out."
	John leaned over and started rubbing Jason's back for him.  Jason
nearly fainted at John's touch.  But after a moment, the thought of Shawn
entered his mind...he couldn't do this!
	"Er, Mr. Black, I should probably get going."
	"Nonsense," John replied.  "Not with a damaged back.  Here, take
off your shirt and lay face down on the sofa.  I'll give you a proper
massage before you leave."
	"I don't think I should," Jason stammered.
	"I insist."  John tugged at Jason's shirt.  "Take this off."
	Jason thought it over for a moment, then realized there was no harm
in letting John massage him.  After all, John was a married, straight man,
so he'd be getting no pleasure out of the activity...and it could only be
considered cheating for real if both guys were getting pleasure.
	Both men stood up as Jason peeled off his shirt, revealing his
sweat-drenched chest.  His young, muscular body was smooth, except for a
light trail of blond hair leading from his navel down to his crotch.
	John spread a blanket out over the sofa, to avoid Jason's sweat
from staining it.  Doc would kill him if she got home from work and her
precious furniture was ruined.
	"Now," John said, "lay face-down.  I'll go grab some lotion."
	Jason did as he was told, and laid down on the sofa, closing his
eyes as he did so.  All he had to do was keep his mind focused on Shawn,
and he'd be fine.  No cheating.
	Suddenly, he felt a cool liquid being dripped onto his back.  The
lotion, he realized.  John had come back, unnoticed by him.
	"Now relax," John instructed.  "Let your shoulders let loose."
	Jason felt John's warm, manly hands rub over his shoulders.  Jason
let out an involuntary sigh.
	"That feels great, Mr. Black."
	"Please call me John."
	"Okay....John."
	John continued to massage Jason's back and shoulders while kneeling
on the floor next to the sofa.
	"You must have been a masseuse in a former life," Jason said.
	"Who knows," John replied.  "I just might have been."
	John began to have flashbacks of what had to be a former life --
possibly one that Stefano DiMera had implanted into his memory via that
chip that used to reside in his skull.  In this flashback, he was a captain
of some sort in a military environment.  He had remembered this type of
memory quite often lately, though in those memories, he had seen himself
yelling at his soldiers during a war-time situation.  In this memory, the
situation was quite different.  He was alone with a young soldier, who was
crying with fear from the blasts of guns.  John was comforting the young
man in the flashback by hugging him.  Soon, the two of them were holding
each other tighter and tighter, until finally the young soldier kissed John
with tear-soaked lips.  As he looked in the young man's eyes, John snapped
out of the flashback, realizing the scared soldier looked remarkably like
Jason.
	John became hypnotized by the memory, living in the moment as if he
were recreating the past.
	Jason closed his eyes as John's hands continued to work all over
his back.
	"You remind me of my son Brady," John told Jason.  You both have
the same built.  I used to massage him like this all the time."
	Thinking of John massaging his son forced the thought of Shawn
right out of his mind, as he focused on picturing John and his son.
	"Of course now," John said, as he continued to touch Jason's bare
back, "my son barely talks to me.  He and my wife don't get along, and I'm
the one to suffer.  My son won't talk to me and my wife won't let me be
with her."
	John leaned in closer to Jason, rubbing harder.
	"Do you know how long it's been," John whispered, "since I've had
any sort of intimacy in my life that didn't involve my right hand."
	Jason felt his own hard-on pushing against the sofa as he realized
that the same hand John used to beat off with was now massaging his naked
back.
	"You know what I'm talking about," John asked Jason.
	"Of course, I'm a sixteen year old guy," Jason replied.
	"What do you think about when you do it, Jason?"
	Jason couldn't tell the truth, it was too risky.
	"Oh you know," Jason replied, "regular stuff."
	John leaned in closer to Jason.
	"I saw you looking at me earlier."
	John felt Jason's shoulder's tense up beneath his hands.
	"I wasn't--"
	"It's okay, you know," John said.  "I know that I'm an attractive
man.  People stare at me all the time.  In fact, I'd like it right now if
you'd open your eyes and look at me."
	John leaned back as Jason opened his eyes.  John removed his shirt,
revealing his hairy body.
	"It's so damn hot in here," John said.
	"Yeah," Jason said.
	"You know," John said, "the best kind of massages are the full-body
kind."
	"Oh yeah?"
	"That's a fact," John said.
	"Then maybe..."
	"I'm right ahead of you," John said, as he leaned in to Jason, and
pulled at his pants.  Jason unbuckled his pants, and let John slide them
down.  There was no turning back now.
	As John tossed Jason's pants to the floor, he climbed on top of
Jason, laying down on top of him.
	"W-what are you doing," Jason asked.
	"When I said full-body massage, I meant one full-body massaging the
other."
	On top of Jason, John slid down his sweats, and let them fall to
the floor.  Now they were both laying on the sofa, in only their boxers.
	Jason moaned as John began to rub his hairy body over Jason's body.
Jason felt John's hard prick straining against his boxers, rubbing against
his ass.
	"You like that," John asked Jason.
	"Oh yeah."  Jason closed his eyes, and despite John's hairy body,
imagined that it was Shawn who was laying on top of him.
	John began to kiss the back of Jason's neck, remembering how it
felt to kiss the young soldier in his flashbacks.  John put his manly hands
on Jason's shoulders, turning him over to face him.  Jason's eyes dug into
his, as he leaned in to kiss the young guy.  The two kissed with great
fervor, tasting and savoring the flavor of each other.
	John held Jason's face with his hands, almost suffocating Jason
with his kisses.  He began to writhe his body against Jason's even harder,
now that they were lying face to face.  Their hard dicks pressed against
each other through the fabric of their boxers.
	Jason wrapped his arms around John's back, then lowered his hands,
pulling down John's boxers.  John's seven inch boner popped out, slapping
against Jason's clothed crotch.
	John stood up, letting Jason admire his naked, hairy body.  John
began stroking his cock with his right hand, while cupping his low-hanging
balls with his left.  John nodded to Jason, encouraging him to do the same.
	Jason lowered his boxers, letting his hard prick flop out.
Immediately he began jerking off with rapid strokes.
	John smiled at the youth's hurriedness as he leaned down and pulled
Jason's hand away from his cock.
	"Here," John said, "let me help you with that."  John grabbed hold
of Jason's young meat and began slowly stroking it.  Jason felt a rush come
over his body, as he closed his eyes, and let the older man do with him
what he wanted.
	John continued to stroke Jason as he leaned towards the teenager's
face, gently placing a kiss on his lips.  Jason met the kiss with hunger,
kissing John back with a great passion.
	John let go of Jason's aching cock as he climbed onto the young man
once more, this time their dicks rubbed against each other.  The two men
continued to kiss wet, sloppy kisses as they grinded their cocks together.
	Finally John pulled away from Jason's eager mouth, and started
moving down Jason's body, kissing his neck, chest, nipples, abdomen, belly
button...
	John licked the tip of Jason's dick, drinking up a drop of precum.
Jason's body shuddered.  John began to lick up and down Jason's shaft,
savoring the taste of the young man.  After a few lingering licks, John
swallowed Jason's cock.  Before Jason could register what was happening,
John was working Jason's tool with his mouth with an enthusiasm beyond
compare.  Jason felt he would cum any second now.
	Sensing the young man's excitement, John pulled his mouth away,
leaving Jason's cock soaked with the older man's saliva.
	"I want to fuck you," John told Jason.
	Jason, who was used to being the top guy in his relationship with
Shawn, was at a loss for words.
	"I, um, don't know if..."
	"I want to fuck you," John repeated.
	"Okay."  Jason couldn't resist anything this man had to offer.
	"Turn over," John instructed, "then get onto your hands and knees,
exposing your tight little hole to me."
	Jason was turned on by the almost militaristic tone in John's
voice, and did exactly as he was told.  As soon as he was in the position
with his ass exposed to John, he felt the familiar sensation of something
wet coming over his ass.
	John was eating his ass.
	Jason's eyes closed as all thoughts left his mind except for the
feeling of pleasure.
	John pulled away from Jason's ass, and moistened his cock with his
own saliva.  He got up on his knees and placed his hands firmly on Jason's
hips, then pressed his cock against Jason's hole.
	Jason let out a scream as John entered him.
	"Shhh," John whispered.  "Relax."
	John began to dig his dick further into Jason's hole.  When he
finally had it all inside Jason, he stopped for a moment, to make sure the
boy was okay.
	Jason kept his eyes closed, as tears emerged from the corners.  He
was suddenly realizing that what he was doing was wrong.  The memory of
Shawn came back to him as John filled him up.
	John began to pull his dick out of Jason, but shoved it back in at
the last moment.  He continued this, pounding into the youth's ass at a
rapid rate.
	"Oh fuck yeah," John let out, "you're so fucking tight."
	Jason felt himself go numb, as he felt his own betrayal creeping
through his body.
	John felt his balls tightening as he continued to fuck Jason, and
let out a wail as he let himself explode into the young man, his cum
filling the regions of Jason's ass.

*******

	Outside the penthouse, Brady Black, John's nineteen year old son,
was emerging from the elevator, and began limping towards the front
door. (He had been shot a few months earlier, hence the limping.)  He heard
a loud, familiar wail from inside the apartment.  He figured it must be his
father and step-mother fucking, and decided to take a quick glance before
interrupting them.  He slowly crept open the door, and his jaw nearly
dropped to the floor as he saw his father fucking a young man who's eyes
were closed.  What made the picture even more shocking to him, was that the
young guy had the same build and physical features that he himself had.
	"What the fuck," Brady thought to himself.

*******

	In Harmony: Shawn Brady, Austin Reed, Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald, and
Ethan Crane-Bennett-Winthrop-Whatever were leaving the Book Cafe.
	"Hey," Ethan said, "now that we've sworn off women -- so to speak
-- why don't we hang out some more tonight.  We can go back to Shawn's room
at the Harmony Inn and, I don't know, do guy stuff together."
	"What kind of guy stuff," Shawn asked.
	"Whatever pops up, you know."
	The other guys agreed, and Shawn reluctantly agreed to let them
meet back at his hotel room in an hour.
	Being with these three hot men wasn't going to do anything to help
cement his relationship with Jason.
	As Shawn watched the sun set over the Harmony skyline, he suddenly
began to regret leaving Salem and Jason.  For some reason or another, he
felt that him leaving was going to change everything in his life
drastically.
	Chills came over him as he suddenly began to miss Jason more than
he ever knew possible.

TO BE CONTINUED.

So, that's that.  As always, feedback is welcome at Barik02@aol.com After
the next chapter, I will definitely be putting this story on hiatus for a
while...but who knows, I may just start up a new one.

***Special thanks to Chase and Josh for their continued support***