Date: Mon, 20 Aug 2007 12:13:55 +0000
From: Chris Salter <chezmoi_ou_cheztoi@msn.com>
Subject: How I Met Jake: Chapter 9

If you're underage, or it is illegal in your principality/country/region to
read anything involving two men. Do not read any further. If you're offended
by the notion, also cease your readings and play with a bunny with a pancake
on its head.
Disclaimer: I don't know Jake, nor do I claim to know his sexual orientation
or what he does in privacy. It's really his own business, whatever it may
be. This work is entirely fiction.


Chapter 9:


Chris had managed to defeat the majority of the rush hour traffic by taking
his usual backstreet shortcut, having arrived at the lab just before 9am.

The morning had been spent in his office going through various case files
as well as looking at some results of some of the experiments he had been
performing before he left for his break.

Much to his disgust, he was called upon once again to collect some trace
evidence. This time, luckily, it was a destroyed SUV, which had been
brought into the garage for processing. He quickly donned his lab coat and
seat to work extracting evidence.


Jake's morning was just as productive, however instead of fighting a
morning commute, his morning was spent playing with Boo Radley for a short
time, then followed by a 2 hour circuit of his street and neighboring
streets on his bicycle. The workout left him hot and sweaty, yet refreshed.

As soon as he put his bike away, he made his way back into the house to
grab a shower.  The whole bike trip who could only think about one
thing. The date with Chris the night before.

As he was about to make his way up the stairs to the bathroom he noticed a
flashing red light on his answering machine. Slowly he made his way over
and pressed the Play button.

"You have 2 messages.." The automated voice said coldly.

"Hey Jake, It's Maggie, can you give me a call tonight?"

Jake loved speaking with Maggie; he also shared everything with her. This
time however, he thought he'd reserve a little time to work out his
feelings completely before consulting her.

He then waited for the second message.

"Mister Gyllenhaal, It's Lana Carter from the Crime Lab. This is just a
courtesy call to tell you that your clothing can be picked up from the
crime lab this morning. Thankyou for your assistance."

"Great!" Jake thought as he looked over at the brown paper bag holding the
badly fitting outfit Chris had dressed him in the night they met. He then
decided, he would shower, gussy up, grab a smoke and then go down to the
lab. He might even be able to see Chris while he was there.

As Jake bounded up the stairs, he began ripping off his top so he could
jump in the shower quicker. Once the shower was running, he escaped from
the rest of his lycra and jumped under the stream. He lathered up his body,
cleaning off the grime and sweat from every crevice of his body. After
rinsing and toweling himself dry, he decided he might grab a smoke before
getting dressed. He then made picked up the packet and the lighter and
heading to his deck.

After quickly inhaling his way through the cigarette, he extinguished it
before heading back upstairs. Deciding on a pair of blue jeans once again,
he also picked up a grey t-shirt and pulled them on before heading back
into the bathroom.

Removing the cigarette smell from his breath, he quickly rinsed his mouth
and brushed his teeth. He then fixed his hair before applying cologne and
heading back into the bedroom to put some shoes on.

After fixing the laces, Jake stood up and bounded down the stairs to pick
up the paper bag, his cell, wallet and keys. He then made his way out to
his SUV and jumped in.  Starting the engine, he pulled into the driveway
and set off towards Downtown.

Finding the building was the hard part luckily. Once he found it, he found
a guest parking area to the side. Jake pulled up and grabbed the bag; he
then locked the doors and set off towards the main entrance.

He approached a large glass door, which promptly slid silently open as he
walked towards it. Once inside he made his way to the large white desk
against the wall.

"Can I help you sir?" The woman asked as she took off her headset.

"Hi, my names Gyllenhaal, I was told I could collect my belongings today."

The young woman began typing into the computer, finding what she was
looking for she quickly excused herself. She stood up and disappeared into
a side room.

A few minutes later, she returned with two brown bags covered in barcodes.
"Okay, I just need you to sign these forms." She quickly printed off some
pieces of paper and handed them to Jake along with a pen.

Jake quickly signed the papers and handed them back to the woman. "There
was one other thing actually."

"Sure what was it?" She asked as she sat down to check she had all the
pieces.

Jake thought for a moment, how he would approach the situation. "Is
Christopher Salter in at the moment?"

"Chris? I think so, just a moment, I'll check." The girl said as she
replaced the headset and began dialing a number.

There was a period of silence before she finally spoke up, "Hi Lana, Chris
isn't in his office?" Another short silence, "He is? Okay I will try
there." She then pressed a button before returning the conversation back to
Jake, "He's not in his office, I'll just call the garage."

"Okay, thankyou." Jake replied politely.

There was another period of silence while the woman, "Hi Chris," Jake's
heart skipped a beat when he heard the woman talking with Chris. "You have
a visitor here to see you, a Mister Gyllenhaal, Jake....oh wow." The woman
gushed, "Okay thankyou."

The woman took off the headset before speaking to Jake, "He will be down in
about 10 minutes Mr. Gyllenhaal. If you just want to take a seat over
there."

"Okay thankyou." Jake replied as he headed over to a waiting area that
resembled the one he had to sit in the night he met Chris. Slowly he sat
down on the uncomfortable couch and held rested the paper bag on his foot.

Jake looked around the large entrance area. It was decorated exactly how he
had imagined a lab entrance would look. He was sitting on a black leather
couch with a silver frame, opposite him was a glass coffee table. The walls
were decorated in a wood paneling with stainless steel elements between the
panels. The flooring was comprised of a jeweled and polished concrete
floor. It felt very modern, but very cold and clinical at the same time.

He had been waiting just over ten minutes when he heard a strange chirping
sound emanating from a frosted glass door. As it slid open he watched as
Chris came walking through wearing a lab coat, a light blue and white
checked shirt and a pair of light brown pants. "Hi Chris." Jake said as he
stood up.

"Hey Jake, what's up?" Chris replied as put a pen in his lab coat pocket.

Jake quickly leaned over and picked up the paper bags. "I brought back the
ugly uniform."

"Oh that's great." Chris looked at his watch, "Look, I'm probably going to
get something to eat, did you want to join me?"

"Sounds great."  Jake replied enthusiastically.

"Great, just follow me, we can go to my office." Chris turned and began to
walk towards the frosted door, making sure Jake was following close behind.
He swiped his ID card and waited for the door to open. As it did, he stood
in its way so it wouldn't close on Jake.  Once they were past the door,
Chris led Jake down a long corridor leading to a large glass
staircase. "It's just up here." Chris commented.

"Wow, how big is this place?" Jake replied, looking around in awe as he was
being led past various labs and rooms. He could hear the sound of gunshots
coming from further down the corridor. The gunshots made him slightly
uneasy as he thought about the events he witnessed.

"The whole building is 22 stories, the labs take up the first 3, which
includes the garage on the bottom, where I was. The next 2 stories are made
up of offices and interview rooms, like the ones you were in when you were
here last time." Chris began to bound up the glass stairs, two stairs at a
time. "The rest of the building is made up of offices, a few surgeries and
some other things that I don't know of."

Jake diligently followed Chris to the next landing and down another
corridor. This time the flooring was made up of a black plush carpet rather
than the white sterile feeling of the level before. "No wonder you're
always exhausted, this place is huge."

Chris laughed as he walked next to Jake down past several offices and into
a large open area filled with computers and filing cabinets, "This place
does most of Southern California, except for San Diego, so we have to have
the space." He finally reached his office in the corner. He then pulled his
keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door. He opened the door and stood
aside allowing Jake to enter the room first.  "Excuse the mess."  Chris
apologized.

Jake looked around the office and the only mess he could see was a stack of
papers on the desk slightly shuffled.

"Here, put those bags in this, Claire is a bit of an airhead when it comes
to giving people carrying bags." Chris said as he pulled out a large black
French Connection bag. "Take a seat."

"Thanks!" Jake said as he took a seat in one of couch against the wall. He
looked around as Chris tried to clean up his pseudo-mess. On the desk was a
photograph of Chris, Danny and the group of friends Jake had met two days
earlier. He smiled when he saw a smiley faced sticker over Danny's face. He
then looked and noticed the degrees hanging on the wall, as well as several
posters and three canvas prints.

Chris threw the papers into the drawer and pulled out a menu card for the
cafeteria. He hung his lab coat over the chair before heading to the couch
to sit next to Jake. As he sat down, he leaned over and gently placed a
kiss on Jake's cheek.

Jake felt Chris' lips on his cheek and leaned his head so he was nuzzling
Chris' head.  "What's this?" Jake asked as he gently took the card out of
Chris' hand, replacing it with his hand.

"It's the menu card for the cafeteria. People here usually don't have time
to go all the way up to the 22nd floor to get food, so they come around on
a little delivery cart." Chris replied as he lightly stroked Jake's hand,
keeping his head nuzzled into Jake's neck. "Just don't eat the chicken,
veal or fish and you should live through the day."

Jake laughed and looked through the card, "I'll just have whatever you're
having."

"Mmmm Okay. Just a minute." Chris slowly stood up and walked over to the
phone; he pressed speakerphone and dialed the number.

After a short period of a ringing tone, the other side picked up,
"Cafeteria, name please?"

"Chris Salter, can I get two Lamb Gyros and two bottles of water."

There was another period of silence as the woman on the other end wrote
down the order, "Thank you Chris, it should be there in about 10 minutes."

"Thank you." Chris replied as he ended the call. He then made his way back
to sit next to Jake.

Jake in turn put his arm around Chris and brought him slightly closer.
"You're an affectionate little bugger today aren't you?" Jake commented as
Chris made himself more comfortable.

"I guess I'm just happy." Chris then began to stand up and head over to the
desk.

Leaning forward on the couch, Jake decided to enquire, "Why, what
happened?"

"Nothing really," Chris replied calmly while looking through the desk for
something, "I just realized my life is beginning to get back on
track. Danny is like 12 states away; my work is beginning to be fun
again. Then I had this amazing date last night."

Jake sat up further, "Oh yeah, who was the guy?"

As Chris began to walk over to Jake, there was a knock at the door. He
quickly diverted greeted the person at the door. After a few moments, he
turned around holding two nondescript aluminum foil packages and two
bottles. "Here you go," Chris said as he handed one of each of the items to
Jake. He then sat down on the couch cross-legged facing Jake. He carefully
began to unwrap the food and watched Jake do the same. "The guy, well, I
guess he's great. He does a little bit of acting, like you,
surprisingly. From what I could gather, he has only just come to realize he
likes guys. He's quite funny and charming."

Jake continued to run with Chris' train of thought, "Are you going to see
him again, like maybe tonight, at his place?"

Chris thought for a moment, "I suppose I could, if he invited me over I
would go in second."

Wiping a spot of tzatziki sauce from the corner of his mouth and then
taking a swig from the bottle of water, Jake decided to drop the character
play, "How about it then? Did you want to come to my place tonight for
dinner and to hang out?"

"I think I can do that," Chris replied as he stood up to find a Kleenex to
wipe his hands.  "I'll have to go home first, otherwise I will stink."

"Hey, you don't smell okay," Jake interjected.

Chris in turn quickly picked up his lab coat and pointed at it, "Well, if I
wear this thing much longer, I will reek. So I will have to go home and
gussy up first."

Jake stood up and made his way over to the table, he placed the food on the
desktop and picked up a pen and a blank piece of paper. "I never gave you
my address," He quickly wrote down his address and slid it across the
table. "Just come over whenever you can."  He then looked over at the clock
on the wall, "I guess I should let you get back to work."

Chris folded the piece of paper and put it in his top pocket. Walking over
to Jake he warmly brought him into a warm, extended hug, "Thanks for coming
to visit me."

Jake hugged Chris tighter and slightly kissed him on the cheek. "I'll see
you tonight then?" He then began to make his way to the door, until he
remembered he had no idea how to get back to the foyer.

"I'll walk you out," Chris said as he threw his lab coat back on. He opened
the door for Jake and allowed him to pass before closing it and making sure
it was locked. He then led Jake back towards the glass stairwell and down
to the main level. Chris then led Jake back down the sterile corridor to
the frosted glass door. After swiping his card, the door opened. "I'll see
you tonight."

"Yeah, see you tonight!" Jake said as he walked through the door. He then
turned his head to see Chris waving at him as the door slammed
shut. Feeling slightly happier with his clothing back in his possession, he
headed out the doors and towards his car. As he reached his car, he had a
feeling of being watched. He unlocked the door and quickly jumped in the
drivers' seat, he looked up to see two journalists taking photographs of
him.

Feeling slightly annoyed that he had been brought back to the reality of
stardom; he started the engine and quickly made his way out of the parking
lot and onto the freeway.


It was getting fairly late in the afternoon before Chris had finished
bagging and tagging the necessary pieces of evidence in the car. Feeling
like his task was completed he took the evidence bags to the storage room
and logged them for processing at a later date by the various experts.

Once completed, he headed back up to his office to fill in some more
paperwork before heading home. As he unlocked the office door, he was
greeted by the smell of cooked lamb from the Gyro's Jake and he had eaten
hours before. Chris quickly picked up both of the aluminum packages and
threw them into the wastebasket under his desk.  As the cleaner would be
arriving shortly, it made sense to stow them in there. He then peeled off
his lab coat and threw it into a pile of stuff ready to be cleaned. Chris
then rolled the sleeves of his shirt up and sat down to fill in the papers.

The whole process took a little over twenty minutes, and it wasn't until
just after 5 when Chris was able to head back to his car. Dreading the
commute back home, Chris once again tried to avoid the freeways by taking a
veritable maze of side streets and avenues back to Hawthorne.

Frustratingly the trip back took over an hour. Dejected at the thought of
spending less time with Jake before heading home, he parked on the street
rather than the garage. He then quickly ran up the stairs, burst through
the front door and stripped on his way to the shower.

Quickly cleansing himself of the smell of chemicals and soot, Chris then
jumped out of the shower, dried himself off before rushing in to find
something to wear.  He finally settled on a dark brown pair of pants and a
black t-shirt. Quickly fixing his hair, he then pulled on a pair of socks
and his black suede shoes. Chris then opened the bathroom drawer to try to
find cologne to wear for the night, finally deciding on Gucci, he applied
it and made his way into the kitchen to feed Fergus.

Task completed, Chris fished his wallet, keys, mobile and Jake's address
from the strewn clothing. He then made his way back down to the street and
into his car.  Once inside, he started the engine and turned his focus to
programming the destination into the satnav system.

Sure that it wasn't going to send him via Florida, Chris indicated and
pulled out onto the street making his way for Jake's hillside house. Being
caught in traffic, it took Chris about 45 minutes to travel the short
distance. He applied the brakes so he could examine the numbers on the
gates of the houses trying to find Jake's house. After a short time, he
finally found the number on a large cherry wood gate. Chris pulled his car
into the driveway, lowered his window and pressed the intercom button.

There was a short buzz followed by a period of silence, finally a voice
piped up. "Hello?"

"Hi it's Chris." Chris said nervously as he couldn't recognize Jake's
voice.

Suddenly the gate began to move, "Come on through." The intercom
conversation ended promptly.  Chris pressed the button to raise the window
as he slowly pressed the accelerator. The car began to move through up the
driveway as the gate closed slowly behind him.  He pulled up in front of a
set of stone stairs and hopped out of the car. After making sure it was
locked, he slowly began to make his way up the stairs.

When he reached the second last step before the landing he saw the door
open quickly watched Jake step out. Chris gasped to himself as he saw Jake
dressed in a light blue polo shirt, dark grey jeans. He was also barefoot.

Chris walked up to him and went to hug Jake, however as he moved closer,
Jake stepped backwards, so he was back inside the house. "What's wrong?"
Chris asked, stepping through the doorway.

Jake quickly closed the door. "Here, on the TV." Jake then led Chris into
the front room of the house where there was a large TV screening a gossip
show about Hollywood.

Chris looked at the rolling title underneath a picture of Jake taken
earlier that day. He read it aloud to himself, "Jake Gyllenhaal involved in
recent crime." He then looked at Jake, "Jake, they can't run any kind of
story. You're part of an active case. Even that photo would probably get
them in trouble."

"I guess....It just occurred to me that we need to be a bit more discrete."
Jake responded as he finally moved closer to Chris.

Chris was brought tightly into Jake's arms as he explained himself, "The
only person that really knows anything is Amy, unless you told people. My
friends are discrete too."

Jake tilted his head slightly so he could lightly kiss Chris. He finally
broke off and continued, "I trust them, it's just the media that bugs me
sometimes."

"The best thing to do would be to just ignore it I say."

Jake nodded in agreement and gently grabbed Chris' hand. "Come on, I'll
give you a tour of my humble abode."

Following Jake, Chris was brought on a tour of the house, starting with the
room they were in. The room was decorated in warm earth tones in the
carpets and the walls. On a large stand was a plasma TV, in front of the
stand was a large wooden coffee table and dotted around were several modern
slim-line couches decorated in the same earth tones.  "It's nice." Chris
commented as he admired the surroundings, "It's so much bigger than my
place."

Jake, continuing to hold Chris' hand, led him into the dining room, which
was decorated in similar tones. Through the windows, Chris could see a
small dog standing at the door wanting to be let inside. Jake moved towards
the door and opened it up, allowing Boo Radley inspect Chris.  Chris leaned
down and began to pat the dog on the head, "He's so cute!"  Chris
commented. "My parents have a Dachshund, but he's not as cute as this
little bugger!"

"I absolutely love him," Jake said, joining Chris on the ground to devote
attention to the Puggle. The duo played with the dog for a few minutes
before Jake eventually grasped Chris' hand and led him into the kitchen.

On the kitchen bench there was a chopping board with some chopped herbs,
and a pot sitting on the burner. As Chris walked towards the breakfast bar
he could hear music coming from a small stereo. Being some kind of rap
music, the artist was completely unknown to him. He decided to take a seat
at the bar and watched Jake fluttering about the kitchen. "What's for
dinner?" He asked.

Jake looked up from his chopping and smiled, "Vodka marinated Steak with
New Potatoes..."

Chris laughed, "You're trying to make me an alcoholic, aren't you?"

Jake smirked at Chris' statement then he put the knife down and leaned over
to kiss Chris quickly, "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Since you're filling me with booze in the meal, I guess water would be
great, please."  Chris chuckled.

Jake shuffled his way over to the large side-by-side fridge and pulled the
door open. He reached in, grabbed two bottles of water, and headed back to
where Chris was seated.  "Did you want a glass or ice?"

"Nah, I'm fine with the bottle."

Jake handed the bottle to Chris and then set back to chopping the potatoes.
Once completed he placed them in the pot and turned the burner on. "They
will be a while; did you want to go into the lounge?"

"Sure, as long as you're there." Chris commented, blushing at the
clinginess of his own statement.

Jake once again took Chris' hand and led him into the lounge. Boo Radley
was lying on the small love seat staring at the TV, so Jake led Chris the
slightly larger settee. As Chris sat down, Jake sat close to him and placed
his arm around Chris. He then gently pulled Chris in closer to his body.

The feeling of being pulled close to Jake was intoxicating for Chris. He
hadn't felt this comfortable for months. Slowly he tilted his head to
nuzzle once again into Jake's neck.  "You smell really good." Chris
commented.

"Mmm so do you." Jake replied as he also made himself more comfortable,
able to smell the fruity smell of the product in Chris' hair. The pair sat
for a while, silently watching the commercial that was playing on the TV
for The Soup.

"I love that show," Chris commented. "I usually don't pay attention to
celebrity stuff, but that Joel cracks me up."

"I love it too. It's about the only thing worth watching on this station."
Jake replied, pausing for a moment before continuing, "Did you finish what
you had to do with that car?"

Chris shifted slightly, making himself more comfortable. "Yeah, it took
most of the day, it was revolting but now I don't have to go back to
it. What about you, what did you get up to today?"

Jake recalled the days events, "Typical day, woke up, played with the dog,
rode my bike for 2 hours, then saw you, and then I called Maggie."

"Sounds like fun, except for the 2 hour workout." Chris snickered. They
were silent for a while longer before Chris broke free of Jake's grasp. He
sat forward and turned to face Jake, "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah sure." Jake replied, slightly confused.

Chris admired Jake's gorgeous face and admired the slight patch of hair
poking from the unbuttoned part of his polo shirt, "Are you okay with this
whole thing? I mean, liking guys, this whole thing, or is everything going
too fast? I don't want to rush you into something you may regret."

Pulling Chris back to his side, Jake lightly kissed him on the forehead, "I
guess it's just bit new to me. I have to say though, I don't like guys. I
like you specifically." He lightly stroked Chris' arm. "I guess I think we
should just take things slow, but I'm completely comfortable around you,
strange for someone I've only known for a week."

Chris smiled when he heard Jake's statement, "I just wanted to check. I
didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

"You're not, I love being around you." Jake replied. He then heard the bell
sound from the kitchen. Quickly excusing himself, he dashed into the
kitchen to take the potatoes off the boil. Shortly after he was joined in
the kitchen by Chris, who took a seat on the barstool again. Jake quickly
drained the water off and put them to the side.  He then cranked up the
grill pan so he could cook the steak.

Chris watched as Jake danced around the kitchen like a hyperactive Martha
Stewart.  Seeing him tending to domestic duties made Chris go fuzzy
inside. "Is there anything I can help with?" He asked.  Jake pulled the
marinating meat from the fridge and headed towards the cook top.  Holding
his hand over it to make sure it was hot enough; he carefully pulled
several pieces from the bowl and placed them on the pan. Suddenly there was
a large burst of flames, which quickly extinguished themselves, a sign of
the high alcohol percentage of the Vodka. "That was a little scary," Jake
commented as he looked over at Chris.

"Never cooked this before?" Chris asked before taking another shot from the
bottled water.

Jake stood back a bit further as he put the next piece on; once again, a
large blue flame appeared for a moment. "I've never used vodka before, but
I'm usually a pretty good cook."

Chris laughed and replied, "I'm sure you are. The flames look very
professional. If all else fails though, we can always go back to that
charming little place from last night."

Jake turned around and glared at Chris, "Never ever again. That place was
horrible." He then realized Chris was actually being sarcastic. He laughed
and then returned his attention to the meat, turning it before heading to
one of the cupboards. He grabbed two plates from the cupboard and placed
them on the counter. He then made his way to the utensil drawer to grab
some knives and forks. Quickly excusing himself once more, he dashed into
the dining room to set the table.

Chris watched as he padded his way into the other room. He couldn't get
enough of seeing Jake dressed casually like this, it made him look all the
more adorable. Chris then heard a pop come from the steak. Quickly he stood
up and made his way over to check it wasn't burning.

"Hey, away from there you!" Jake commented as he came back into the
room. He playfully swiped Chris on his back as he turned the heat
off. Grabbing the tongs, he took the meat off the grill pan and placed it
on a serving plate to rest. Jake then walked back towards Chris and hugged
him close. "Come on, take a seat and the bus-boy will be in shortly with
your meal."

Chris snorted at the statement and was willingly dragged by his left hand
once more. As he stepped through the archway, he encountered the table set
up with candles.

Jake led Chris to the seat against the window and pulled the chair out. As
Chris sat down, Jake made his way back into the kitchen to carve the
meat. Several minutes later, he returned holding two serving dishes in his
hands. Jake then placed the dishes on the table and took his seat.

After dinner, Jake once again took Chris' hand and led him into the sitting
room. He then sat down on the couch and brought Chris closer to his body.

"Thanks for the dinner." Chris commented, shifting himself so his head was
leaning slightly on Jakes chest.

Jake in turn rested his head on Chris', "I'm glad you liked it." He waited
for a moment before asking, "What did you want to do now?"

Chris closed his eyes and listened to the faint voice coming from the
television, "I'll have to go home soon, but I'm happy just sitting here."

Jake smiled and lightly stroked Chris' arm as he turned his attention to
the screen.

The couple sat like this for just over an hour before Chris began to move,
"I should be getting home. I have work tomorrow." He then began to stand
up.

"Okay, if you have to." Jake replied as he also began to stand. He led
Chris to the door, hugging him tightly and then kissed him once more.

"I will speak to you soon Jake."

Hugging him tighter again, Jake said his goodbyes and opened the door.
"Drive safely Chris." He said as Chris began to head down the steps. Jake
closely the door softly and set about taking care of placing the soiled
plates and utensils in the dishwasher.


After about 15 minutes, Chris finally arrived back in his garage. He pulled
the SUV into his parking space, locked the doors and made his way up to his
apartment.

As he unlocked the door, he could hear the sound of the television coming
from the living area. "I didn't leave it on when I left." Chris muttered to
himself.  He slowly made his way towards the hat stand and picked up a
walking stick to clobber the intruder with.

Slowly he made his way into viewing distance to see a man sleeping on the
couch.  "Daniel, what are you doing here?" He asked.

---Chapter 10 soon---

Well, a slight cliffhanger don't you think? A few people commented how evil
cliffhangers are, but I quite like them, even though yes, they irk me too at
times. Especially season finale cliffhangers.

Thanks for the emails guys, even the...odd ones. I love hearing from you
guys. I see some of you have settled in for the long haul with this one too,
welcome aboard! If you want to drop me a line, I'm available at
chezmoi_ou_cheztoi@msn.com . The only thing I have to comment on however, if
you add me to MSN, it would be good to actually talk to you. Some of you
have added me, then are never heard from! Don't be afraid, I don't bite
much.

Big thanks go out to some of the fantabulous readers who I've had the
fortune with chatting with. Especially ones with coffeeboy obsessions. You
know who you are. You amuse me greatly in my insomnia moments!

Anyway, check back in a few days guys. I should update around the middle of
the week after class.
Chris