Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2024 21:28:24 -0400
From: Cyan <cyan.stories@gmail.com>
Subject: In The Foam 3

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This story involves consensual sex between two men. If you don't want to
read about behavior of this type, look elsewhere. If you shouldn't read
this for legal reasons or because you are deemed too young, go away.


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        The next two weeks were busy. I was finishing up my work for my
classes and trying to get ready for graduation. But that end seemed far off
in the trenches of the end of the term. As I expected, I saw Shannon around
campus. We even ended up at a brunch table together. But he basically
ignored me beyond basic greetings, not rudely, but as two acquaintances who
happened to be together around mutual friends. It was much the same as
before the foam party.


        It was fairly late Monday night; I was working to finish a paper
due the next day. Suddenly, there was a rap on my door.


        "Come in." The door handle rattled. "Sorry, I forgot I locked it."


I got up and opened my door. Shannon was standing there, looking a bit
sheepish. "Can we talk?" he asked. I gestured toward my futon, still piled
with yesterday's clean and folded laundry. I never fully understood the
idea of using a dresser to put everything away when you were just going to
take it right back out again. Shannon grabbed a pile and moved it. He
perched on the edge of the futon, looking like he was ready to bolt at a
moment's notice. I just waited. I took the moment to check him out. He was
beautiful. It was hard for me to believe that we had had sex, twice.


        Shannon looked towards the floor and ran a hand through his
hair. It had grown out a bit in the last two weeks. "I have been thinking
about..." he started. I continued to wait, looking at him. He looked over
at me. When our eyes met, I saw confusion and pain and a bit of lust. He
studied my face. "So, about what happened." I felt we had come to an accord
at the end of our second dalliance; this was on him to move the
conversation forward. "Umm... I can't stop thinking about it." He looked
down. "It was hot. Really hot. But I like girls. I have thought about that
a lot this week. I have tried checking out guys. But I just am not
attracted to them, even the objectively hot ones."


        "OK..." I let my comment dangle, waiting for him to continue.


        "But I can't stop thinking about how good it felt to have your
finger," he began to whisper, "up my butt." His voice dropped even lower,
"I even tried it myself when I jacked off."


        "Sex and attraction are not the same thing. Many people can get
pleasure from sex acts with people who they are not attracted to."


        He whipped his head up and looked at me excitedly, "Yeah, exactly."


        We sat looking at each other for a few more moments. I was waiting
for him to say something, but he wasn't picking up the pause. "I don't
think you came here for a Human Sexuality 101 discussion group..." He
looked at me. "Sorry, I don't mean to be dismissive. I am happy to talk
about it more if you'd like."


        "No, I didn't. Although hearing what you said makes me feel
better." I nodded, waiting. He was preparing himself. "I want you to fuck
me." I think my eyebrows practically hit my hairline. He could see the
shock in my face. "I mean, gay guys like it, and I liked a finger up
there. I can't stop thinking about what it would feel like. I trust you. I
can't imagine any other guy doing... that." I was still too stunned to
speak, and he took my silence as trepidation and a space to fill. "I mean,
I did some research, and gay guys don't think it hurts. And what you did
felt real good. It felt good when I fingered myself, but I think someone
else doing it feels better, but it was good when I did it to myself,
too. But you were really good at it. But if you don't want to, I
understand. I know I told you I didn't want to have sex with you again, and
now I am asking you to fuck me. Holy shit, I just said that out loud. I
mean I had thought it, but I just said it. To someone else. But really
I..."


        I put a finger to his lips. "Shhhh. Relax. Breath." I took a big
breath in and slowly exhaled. Wow. Not a conversation I was expecting
tonight. I took another deep breath and noticed that Shannon had mimicked
me. "Unexpected." He started to look away, seemingly in shame. I turned his
head back to look at me. "Unexpected isn't the same as bad." We both smiled
a bit. "So, I have a question: In your research, did you come across the
idea of pegging?"


        "No?"


        "It is when a girl puts on a strap-on dildo and fucks a guy in the
ass with it." I could see the wheels turning in his head. He was trying to
figure it out. "Two things here: one, straight guys can like their ass
played with too." I could see relief on his face. "And two, ass play can
happen with girls as well."


        Shannon just sat thinking for a few moments. I also questioned
myself a bit: why was I trying to talk him out of this? A really hot guy
asking me to fuck him was not exactly a common occurrence. But, even as I
asked the question, I knew. As I had told him, sex is a two way street that
both parties want to take part in. If anything was going to happen, he
needed to be fully aware of everything and go in with eyes wide open.

        "I hear you. But two things: one, where do I find a girl who wants
to peg me? I can't exactly walk into the library and shout that one out."


        "No," I laughed. "Although it might work... it would definitely get
you some attention. But seriously, I could probably connect you with a girl
who would be down."


        "Hmmm... interesting." He tilted his head a bit, like a dog when
confused.


        "And two?"


        "Oh right," he paused. "Yea, still holds... I think I want you to
do it rather than a girl."


	"Why?"


	"I can't fully say, but it feels more right. I trust you a lot
right now. I am excited but a bit scared. Right now, I think trust is more
important than tits." We both laughed. His voice dropped low again. "And
also, whenever I think about getting fucked, you are always the one doing
it. I just tried to think about a girl, and it didn't seem right."


	"Ok. I'm honored."


	"So you'll do it?"


	"Yes." He stood up and started to take off his shirt. "But," he
looked down at me with puppy dog eyes, "not right now." He pouted a
bit. "For three reasons, first and most importantly, as you said it
yourself, things changed when you said it out loud. You need time to think
it through now that it is out in the world." He nodded slowly. I stood and
pulled the hem of his shirt back down. "I want you to be completely sure of
this."


	"Ok."


	"Second, you aren't prepared, and I don't have everything I need to
help you get ready."


	"Oh, sure."


	"And third, I have a paper due tomorrow that I still have to
finish."


	He chuckled, "I suppose that makes sense."


	"How does your week look?"


	"For this? Completely open."


	"Ok. Wednesday evening?"


	"Tomorrow?"


	"Can't. I have an art studio in the evening."


	"OK, Wednesday."


	"Here or your room?"


	"Can we do it here?"


	"Of course. The house is usually pretty empty between seven and
nine. Why don't you come by about seven? I'll be here until at least
eight. If you change your mind, that is fine. Just don't come."


	"I'll be here."


	"I just want you to know that it is ok."


	"Thanks, but not needed."


	"Finally, you need to think carefully about what you eat between
now and Wednesday night. You want to be pretty clean, so don't eat too much
tomorrow or Wednesday morning. Makes things more pleasant for both of us."
As I talked, he looked a bit confused, but his eyes widened with
realization. He nodded. "But you can have a good dinner Wednesday night
before you come down. Bring your shower stuff so you can clean up here
before we..." I couldn't decide how direct I wanted to be about what we had
planned. However, he nodded in understanding without me having to finish.


	He took me in his arms and pulled us into a hug. He leaned over a
bit to whisper in my ear, "Thank you. I'll see you Wednesday."


	"Oh, and you probably want to avoid anything spicy as well."


	With that, he left, and I sat back down to my paper. I am sure the
last part and the editing of that paper were pretty shitty because my mind
was not focused on writing.


	The next two days were difficult to focus on much of anything. I
wandered through classes and everything. I ran a couple of errands to
ensure I had everything we needed to make Shannon's first time as
comfortable as possible. I did spend part of Tuesday night's art studio
wishing I had decided to skip, but I managed to get a few things done on my
final project, so it wasn't a total loss.


        I did see Shannon walking toward me from a distance on Wednesday
morning. He waved -- shyly -- and looked down. He glanced back up as we got
closer. I smiled. I could see both excitement and nervousness in his
posture.


        "Hi," he croaked as we got close.


        "Hey," I nodded to him. "How ya doin'?"


        "Hungry," he said. "You?"


        "Been busy. Looking forward to a nice, relaxing evening."


        "Sounds fun."


        "I am sure it will be." Our eyes locked. "For everyone."


        He smiled and tipped his head. "Wonderful. I gotta get to
class. Catch you later."


        "Yes, yes, you will," I mumbled, knowing he had no clue about the
double entendre he had just stumbled into.


        I ate an early dinner and returned to my room by about 6:30. I had
a lot of nervous energy. There was a knot in my stomach and a bit of a
twitch in my thigh. I cleaned my room again. I had already neatened up and
changed my sheets. There really wasn't anything to do, but I needed to do
something. At about 7:15, I sat down at my computer. I noticed an email
from Shannon:


        Hey - Group project running late, be there between 30 and 45.
Sorry.  -S


	I opened nifty.org and surfed around, looking for a story to occupy
my time. I found something fun that took my mind off waiting. As I was
getting into the story and my cock started to chub up, there was a knock on
my door.


	The door creaked open, and Shannon stepped in with a bag. He set it
down, awkwardly walked over, and sat on the edge of the futon. His leg
jiggled.  I waited, taking a few minutes to take in the handsome man in
front of me. He was chewing on his lip and looking straight forward, not
over to me. After a few moments, without turning to look at me, he said,
"I'm here."


	"I can see that."


	"What's next?"


	"Are you still feeling ok with this?"


	"Nervous, but this is all I have thought about since Monday."


	"OK. Let's get you ready." I watched a big sighing breath settle
into his body. "Grab your shower stuff." Shannon pulled out his bottle of
everything wash. I could have given him some nicer soaps to wash with, but
something about the cheesy scent of the cheap stuff he used was sexy.


	"Shit, I forgot my towel."


	I walked over to my closet and grabbed a clean towel for him. I
also grabbed a few things off my desk and led him to the small bathroom. As
he followed me in, I locked the door behind us. "I think everyone is out of
the house, but we should still work to be quiet." He nodded. "So before
anything else, you need to get clean." I pulled out a baby snot sucker out
of a solo cup. He looked puzzled at the item.


	"What's that?"


	"Well, you're going to use it as a douche." His eyes opened wide. I
also pulled out a small bottle of lube. "Fill it with warm water." I filled
the solo cup with some lukewarm tap water and demonstrated sucking water
into the bulb. "Lube the tip." He nodded. "Insert it into your hole and
gently squeeze some of the water into you. It will feel pretty funny. Keep
squeezing the bulb while you pull it out. Hold the water in you for a
little bit and then release it." He took a deep breath and bobbed his head
with understanding. "Repeat a few times until the water comes out is
clear."


        "OK. I can do that."


        "Then take a shower and wash yourself, focusing on making sure your
ass is clean."


        "Got it."


        "Any questions?"


        "I don't think so."


        "OK. I'll wait for you in my room."


        "You're leaving?"


        "I think it is better for you not to have an audience."


        "OK."


        "I'll be waiting, see you soon. Don't worry. There is no need to
rush." He stepped out of the line of sight of the door, and I stepped out
of the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I heard the lock click. I
stood silently outside the door, listening. The house was quiet. I think
everyone was gone. I stood there until, from inside the bathroom, I heard a
gasp of surprise. I smiled and headed back to my room. As I entered,
without thinking, I locked the door.


        I puttered around a bit more. Surfed around the internet a little
bit. I picked up a book I had to finish this week for my literature
class. After a while, I heard my door handle klunk and the door shake
against its frame. I jumped up and opened the door. Shannon was turning red
and looking around skittishly. He clutched his everything in one arm; the
other held his towel tightly. "Sorry, habit." He slipped past me into my
room. I closed the door and intentionally locked it this time. I turned to
him. He stood frozen in the middle of my room. I slowly walked up to
him. He flickered his eyes between my feet and my face. Soon, I was up
against him. I started to slowly take things out of his hands. I placed his
soap and the supplies I had given him on the desk. I placed his clothes on
the futon, and he stood before me, wrapped in a towel.


        I stood in front of him and placed my hand on his forearm.


        "So..." "Well..." We both started at the same time. We laughed, and
the tension was broken a bit.


        "You ready for this?"


        "Ye... n... I don't know. But I do know that I want it." He reached
out and slowly pulled my shirt over my head.


        "OK. Do you want to lead to start?"


        "No, I'm yours tonight."


        "Why don't you take off my pants?" With a bit of a tremor,
Shannon's hands reached out, unbuttoned them, and carefully unzipped the
fly. He pushed them down, hooking his thumbs into my underwear at the same
time, stripping me completely. I looked up and rested my hands on his
hips. I stepped out of them and kicked them to the side with one foot. I
reached up and took his face in my hands. I pulled our faces together and
paused just millimeters from his lips. I knew he had said yes verbally, but
I wanted him to say yes physically as well. He closed the gap and pressed
our mouths together. Soon, our tongues were together and twisting around as
we made out. Shannon untucked the end of his towel, and the damp cloth fell
into a pile at our feet. His hands started to roam over my back and glided
down to my ass. As he slid over my cheek, his whole body paused at the feel
of the hair under his hand. But he quickly moved through the surprise and
returned with even more enthusiasm to our kiss while he cupped my butt in
both hands.


	I was impressed by how passionate Shannon was in our
connection. Through all of our conversations, I was pretty sure he was
indeed heterosexual, as he claimed. But damn, that boy gave his
everything. Even after the first semi-drunken night, I was surprised each
time that his kisses never felt pressured, but what he wanted to express
the moment. He was frankly a better and more engaged kisser than a number
of the gay guys I had hooked up with.


        As we pressed and ground together, our cocks got hard and started
to rub against each other. I moved my hands to his chest and started to
tweak his sensitive nipples. His knees buckled, and he had to grab my
shoulders to support himself. I steered him so he sat on the edge of my
bed. I muckled my mouth around one of his nipples and started to suck
hard. He moaned loudly; I was glad no one else was in the house. I kissed
across his chest to his other nipple and bit down on it. He yipped in
surprise, and his cock jumped. I started to lick circles around his
areola. The center grew stiff, and I generally nipped the nub. I was
rewarded with a shining glob of precum oozing from the slit. I leaned over
and licked the royal jelly from the tip of his cock and reached up to share
it with him in a kiss.


	Finally, I dropped to my knees and took his beautiful cock in my
mouth again. I hadn't thought that I would get this opportunity again, so I
went after it with enthusiasm. We both knew this was just a preview of the
main event of the evening, but it was an enjoyable preview. Soon, my nose
was pressed into his pubic hair and I was smelling the hypermasculinized
fragrances of his cheap soap. After bobbing up and down for a minute and
tugging gently on his tight nutsack, I pulled off and looked up at him.


	"Ready for the next step?" He nodded eagerly with a gloss of lust
in his eyes.


	I grabbed his hips and guided him so his chest was lying on the
bed, hips sticking out. I kneaded his two creamy cheeks, his crack opening
and closing, flashing his beautiful hole at me. I pulled him open and
lightly tapped his hole with my thumb.  "Spread your ass wide for me." His
hands reached back and separated his buns, exposing his asshole to my
lustful gaze.


	He twisted his head back to look at me. Our eyes connected, and his
eyes begged for me to move in. I leaned in and delicately blew a stream of
air against my target. I watched his ring react to the stimulation,
tightening and pulsing--the folds and wrinkles of the dusky mahogany skin
tensed and rippled. As much as I was enjoying watching his natural
reactions, I couldn't wait any longer to taste him. I reached out and
touched the base of his balls with my tongue. I slowly started to trace up
the center of his crack. I swiped past his hole and up along the base of
his spine.


	I sat back on my heels and grabbed Shannon's thighs. Looking at the
beautiful image before me, I started to pool saliva in my mouth. I leaned
forward and really started to work my spit into and onto his hole. Soon, he
was relaxing, and I was able to start to slide the tip of my tongue inside
his hole. He gasped as I entered him, latching my lips around his ring and
corkscrewing my tongue around inside him. I continued to play with his hole
for a few minutes until he started to grind his cock into the mattress.


	I took the opportunity to back off and, grasping his hips, pulled
him further off the bed so his erection was dangling in the air. "No
cumming yet." After correcting his positioning, I grabbed a bottle of
lube. While spit had been enough for our earlier anal explorations,
tonight, something with more staying power than saliva was needed. While he
continued to hold his ass spread wide, I squeezed a drizzle of lube onto
his hole. As the cold fluid ran across his anus, it contracted, and he
gasped, his eyes flying open in shock. I leaned forward and gently kissed
his lower back as I used my thumb to gather the lube running down his crack
and started to rub circles around his backdoor. I occasionally used the
flat of my thumb to press his mahogany spot, not trying to enter him but
just beginning to get him accustomed to pressure.


	Under the randomized force against his hole, Shannon began to
squirm. His hips rotated, and he was starting to push back against the
pressure, moaning as my thumb started to stretch his hole open. It was time
to take the next step. Using more lube, I prepared my index finger and
brought it to the center of his bud. As I gently made contact, his hole
involuntarily bloomed to the touch. He arched at my touch and, pushing
back, sunk the tip of my finger into himself. I took advantage of his
actions and continued the entry into him. In one motion, I was down to the
second knuckle. With a bit more force, my knuckle popped through his
ring. He grunted at the intrusion.  As I pushed further in, his grunt
became a long sighing exhale.


	Soon, I poked the little nugget buried deep inside him. He wiggled
his hips around in pleasure. I started to move my finger in and out, slowly
at first and then with a bit more speed. His asshole began to relax, and I
pushed deeply in, tickling his prostate one last time before withdrawing
completely. I added more lube and, placing my other hand on his lower back,
slid two fingers into him. He choked as he gulped air, trying to rise off
the bed. "Shhh. Relax." After the surprise faded, his body flopped back
down. "Push out." Shannon complied, and his ring began to loosen around my
fingers. As I crossed my fingers, I was able to start to push deeper in. I
provided steady pressure, slowly, consistently sinking into him until my
fingers were in him to the knuckles.


	Shannon moaned, "So full." I just rested my fingers engulfed in his
warm, silky insides. Shortly, his sphincter began to relax. I leaned over
and kissed between his shoulder blades.


	"Ready for me to continue?"


	Shannon didn't respond verbally. He tilted his pelvis, driving my
fingers even further into him. I grabbed the lube bottle and, using the
crack between my fingers like a slide, allowed some to drip into his ass. I
began to back my fingers out of his hole and fuck him with them. Once I had
established a rhythm, making sure to tap his prostate frequently, I began
to scissor my fingers slightly on each outstroke. Gradually, he stretched
and opened in my hands. Once he was regularly bucking back into my hand at
the bottom of my strokes, I leaned over him and whispered in his ear,
"You're doing great. Ready for one more finger?"


	He twisted to look back at me. His eyes were a bit
unfocused. Breathily, he whispered, "Yeeeesss."


	I again pulled out and added more lube to my fingers and his ass. I
also took the opportunity to rip open a condom and roll it down my shaft. I
encountered more resistance with three fingers. As I gently pushed into
him, I leaned forward and softly, but suddenly, bit his earlobe. The sharp
sensation changed his focus, and my fingers sank further into his
warmth. My cock is very average, so I didn't need him to be prepared for a
monster, but I wanted to be absolutely sure that he would feel no
pain. After a few moments of working his ass with three fingers, I added a
bit more lube. I pulled my ring finger out and sunk in deeply enough to hit
his prostate again. With two fingertips pressed against his g spot, I
leaned in to lick his ear. "Are you ready for me to fuck your ass?" This
was his last chance to stop things before my cock was inside him. I had
made sure he was physically prepared. However, I wanted to be absolutely
sure he was ready for this next step emotionally.


	With a voice husky with lust, he growled, "Fuck me now."


	Throughout all of my attention on his ass, both of our cocks had
stayed rock hard. With his horny order, I stood and positioned myself
behind him. I placed my cockhead at the mahogany rosebud in his crack. He
was still using both hands to spread his cheeks, leaving him completely
exposed to me. My cock throbbed at the beautiful eyeful in front of me. I
slowly started to drive my hips forward. Once my helmet popped through his
ring, I paused, noticing a hint of tension in his shoulders. Waiting for
him to become accustomed to me inside of him, I moved his hands from his
cheeks so I could grab him by the hips. I ran my hands up his sides and
gently began to massage his shoulders. Soon, I felt his shoulders
relaxing. Slowly, I worked my way down his back, rubbing his traps and
erectors, before starting to dig into the top of his glutes. As I massaged,
I also slowly pushed my cock into his ass. My hips settled against his at
the same time that I finished rubbing the length of his back.


	Shannon gasped when he realized that I was fully inserted in
him. His hole clamped down on the base of my cock. I pressed my chest
against his back and just waited for him to relax. His vocalization had
been in surprise, not pain, so I knew he would soon allow the tension to
release. As our breath aligned, his hole went from emergency mode to a
pleasant snugness. Shannon exhaled and stirred beneath me, shifting his
hips to become accustomed to the fullness within him.


	"I feel so full..."


	I smiled and kissed the back of his neck. "Ready for me to start?"


	He wiggled his hips one more time, "Yeah, go for it."


	I slowly started to withdraw. Once I had pulled about halfway out,
I slowly started to return into his depths. I began to unhurriedly fuck in
and out of his tight hole, increasing my outstroke each time until I was
using my full length to penetrate his ass. The angle was not the best for
hitting his prostate, but I went up on my tiptoes to try to find the right
spot. The first time I connected, he whimpered and gripped the sheets hard,
his cock bouncing in the air below him. I pulled out entirely; Shannon
turned his head to look at me.


	"Shift onto the bed and roll on your back." Shannon complied with
my instructions. I climbed on between his legs and guided his knees up
toward his shoulders. I grabbed my pillow and slid it under his hips,
tilting his pelvis. I lined my cock up with his hole. I slowly leaned in,
my cock once again sinking into him. As my hips settled against his
upturned ass, he signed, a blend of contentment and release. He opened his
eyes and looked directly into my soul. He reached up and grabbed both sides
of my head, pulling me close. As our eyes locked, I saw a combination of
both dissociation from the situation and pure lust. He then pulled me into
a kiss. I rested deep in his ass, making out with him, and brought my hands
to his nipples. As I rolled his nubs between my fingers, his hips bucked up
into me. He growled into my mouth. "Fuck me."


	Maintaining my grip on his nipples, I pulled away from the kiss to
give me a better angle. I slowly started to move back and forth, in and
out. He grabbed his knees and pulled them apart, giving me better
access. It also tilted him into a position that shifted his prostate into a
better location for me to tap at it. I was moving slowly and gently, but as
I found the hard nugget, I jabbed forward, a short, forceful hit to the
sensitive spot. Shannon threw his head back and let out a garbled yelp,
"Fu-g-ck." I started to pick up the pace; every second or third stroke, I
made sure to poke at his prostate. Each time, he made a noise between a
grunt and a squeal, a strangled expression of physical joy. While I was
definitely enjoying myself, the main goal of this fuck was Shannon's
pleasure. I hoped the house was still empty because if not, they would be
being serenaded by his caterwauling.


	I released one of his nipples and moved my hand down to wrap it
around his cock. I started to jack him off in time with my thrusts. It
didn't take too long before his legs pushed out and his ass spasmed around
my cock. He was not quiet as he came from the combination of prostate
stimulation, hand action, and the emotional release of being fucked for the
first time. He let out a roar as jets of white spurted out of the head of
his cock.


	His thrashing below me set off my orgasm as well. I flooded shot
after shot of cum into my condom. It had been a long time since I had had
the opportunity to cum inside another guy's ass. As my muscles went slack,
I collapsed on top of him, smearing his cum between us. I rolled off, the
tangle of limbs uncomfortable as we adjusted ourselves in the small twin
bed.


	"Wow." He sounded almost dazed, still coming down from his orgasm.


	"Yeah. Wow is right."


	We both just lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath. I
reached out and grabbed some tissues to wipe the now cold cum from his
torso. As I finished cleaning him off, he signed. I grabbed some new
tissues and cleaned myself off as well.


	Shannon took a deep breath and sat up in the bed. He swung his legs
down and stood up, stretching his perfect naked form. The two white buns I
had just pierced jiggled in front of me. I could not believe what had just
happened. Not only was Shannon gorgeous, but he was just such a nice man.


	He walked across my room to grab his clothes on the futon. I lay in
bed, watching him dress. He pulled his boardshorts up over his bare ass. I
wondered if he had freeballed down here. He didn't appear to be rushing to
flee, but he was also moving with purpose. Once he was packed and dressed,
I saw him take a deep breath. His broad back expanded, and his whole body
dropped as he exhaled. He was obviously composing himself. I wondered what
was going through his head. I was a bit worried. Not that he was going to
hurt me or that he hadn't enjoyed himself, but that in the light of the
other side of our activity, he was ashamed and unhappy with what he had
done.


	Shannon turned and looked at me. He walked over and laid a hand on
my shoulder. "Thank you." He turned and walked out the door, leaving me on
my bed, still wondering what was going on in his head.


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Thank you all for following along.


I thought I knew where things were going, but now I am not so sure. I have
two different ideas for the last chapter of this story floating around in
my head. It doesn't make sense to me to try to get both in, as they are
pretty different directions. I have to noodle and think. I may just write
both and publish both. It may take some time for me to figure this out, but
I will be working on it.