Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2020 20:11:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: nilcono@yahoo.com
Subject: Visiting My Brother at College part 8

I wake up with my face against Reed's chest, his nipple brushing my lip as
he slides his hand back and forth on my hip. On instinct, I stick out my
tongue and lick the little nub, and he chuckles.

"You're awake," he says. "Shower?"

I shake my head and lick his nipple again. "Sex."

He laughs. "Compromise? Shower sex?"

I look up and kiss him on the chin. "Okay, fine."

He gets up first and I follow quickly behind him, because without his body
next to me I already feel a little cold. Luckily he gets the shower on
quickly and lets me get under the spray first. I'm still a little groggy,
and for a minute I just stand under the spray and lean into him, my cheek
against his shoulder. I don't know how I've lived so long without this, how
I never knew how good Reed's skin could feel, how his arms holding me up
could make me feel so safe and turned on at the same time. I don't want to
leave today.

Reed lets me keep holding onto him while he washes my hair and his own,
then he pries me off and hands me the soap. "Clean me," he tells me.

I grin. A few days ago this side of him annoyed me, but now I fucking love
it when he does this, just giving me little commands and expecting... no,
knowing that I'll obey. "Gladly," I say.

I take the soap and lather him up. It's still amazing getting to touch him
like this. Getting to feel all of his muscles, all of his skin, everything,
while he just watches me. He smirks when I linger on his chest. His muscles
are perfect here, not big, just firm and toned enough to stand out, to be
my new favorite pillow. I love his whole body, though. How his flat belly
tenses and relaxes under my hands, how it feels to follow the curve of his
back and the swell of his ass with my hands.

I kneel to clean his lower half, running my hands up and down each leg from
ankle to groin, feeling the coarse hair. I lift his feet one at a time,
massaging them and cleaning between each toe. He hums softly in pleasure
while I rub them, and I make a mental note to do this more later. Feet have
never been my thing, but I want to do anything that makes him feel good.

I wash his ass next, pressing my face to his thigh right next to his
plumped-up dick while I reach around to lather up both cheeks, then gently
scrub his crack. He tenses a little when I rub my finger over his hole, but
then he sighs and I notice his dick getting a little harder. I take a
little more soap and circle his hole with my index finger, letting him get
used to feeling pleasure there, before I press inside him, just to first
knuckle.

"Oh fuck," he groans. "That's weird."

"Do you want me to stop?" I ask, pressing in a little bit more and kissing
his thigh.

"I don't know."

I pull my finger out and he gasps. "I'll let you think about it."

I take the soap and move to the last destination on this journey, lathering
up first his balls, rolling them in one hand, while I stroke his shaft with
the other, pulling the skin back and forth and swirling soap around his
head. I look up at him and lick my lips as I stroke him way longer than
needed for cleaning and he grins.

"Rinse it and put it in your mouth," he tells me.

I obey, of course, moving him under the spray so suds wash down his body
while I continue jerking him off. When the water runs clear I lean in and
take his head into my mouth.

As I start to bob my head, I have even more respect for Reed than I did
yesterday. With the water running into my face and over my nose, it's not
easy keeping my breathing normal, but I do my best. I don't think I'll be
able to deepthroat him, but I can still make it good.

When I pull back to his head and swirl my tongue around, coaxing a drop of
precum out, he groans and says, "Stand up."

I reluctantly let his cock slip from my mouth and do as he said.

"Hands against the wall, ass out," he says.

I bend a little and press my hands to the cool tile. Reed stands to my
side, his cock pressing just above my hip, as he runs his hands over my
ass. They disappear for a moment and come back slick and soapy. He works
the soap into my skin, and into my crack, but he doesn't tease me long
before he slips a finger into my hole all the way.

"Fuck, your ass is beautiful," he mutters, curling his finger like he's
trying to scratch an itch inside me. I shudder and whimper. "I love the
sounds you make when I play with it. I... I think I want to try something."

He splashes water across my ass for a bit and then move behind me, prying
my cheeks apart. I'm beginning to miss his cock against my side when I feel
him lick me, running his tongue from my taint to my tailbone.

"Holy shit, Reed," I cry, at the same time he mutters, "Not bad."

And seriously holy shit, because the next thing I know he's swirling his
tongue around my hole and pressing the tip right at the middle, not pushing
in, just prodding, and it feels amazing. One guy did this for me before, a
Senior when I was a Sophomore. He told me "I don't fuck a pussy without
eating it first," which turned me off at the time, because my ass is not a
pussy, but this is so much better, and Reed can call it whatever he wants
as long as he doesn't stop.

Reed has a very, very talented tongue, and girls must fucking love him. He
alternates slowly lapping at my hole and gentle kisses, with almost
whirlwind speed twirling and forceful prodding, at one point getting what
feels like half his tongue fully inside me. The sensation is driving me
crazy and I bring one hand off the wall to my dick, to slowly stroke
myself.

I don't know how Reed noticed with his face buried in my ass, but I only
manage to jerk myself for a few seconds before his tongue is gone. The next
thing I know he's standing behind me and he takes my hand off my dick and
plants it back against the wall. His cock is now pressed between my cheeks,
his balls against my hole, and I groan.

He bites the back of my neck and growls, "I'm going to fuck you so hard."
He rubs his nose against where he just bit. "Keep your hands against the
wall so you don't get hurt."

He slides his cock up and down my crack a few times and then steps away. I
hear him leave the shower and open the door to his room, but I keep my
hands against the wall like he told me, and a few seconds later he's
back. I hear him opening up a bottle and slicking up his dick, then he's
pressed back against me.

"Ready?" He asks, humping against my crack and holding my hip with one
hand. He barely waits for my nod before he slips down and guides his cock
inside me.

He pauses for a moment when he's fully in, grabbing my hips with both hands
and digging his fingertips into my obliques. "Car ride home is gonna be
uncomfortable," he teases me as he pulls back and slams back in, his groin
slapping loudly against my wet ass. "I told you, I've gotta make you feel
me until Thanksgiving."

And he's rough, he doesn't let up slamming in and out, and I fucking love
it. Just like our first night, he's hammering my prostate with each
thrust. Between the slap of his body against mine and our groans, I'm
worried about how thick the walls are between the bathroom and the dorm
room next door, but I don't care enough to stop. "Fuck, Reed, fuck me."

Even with my hands braced against the wall, it's difficult to stay
stable. My hands are slipping, and he's pounding me so hard. One of my
hands slips and I jerk forward, but Reed catches me, his arms coming up
around my chest and pulling me to him. He presses his lips to my jaw and
grunts, "Sorry, but I can't stop."

He walks me forward until I'm pressed against the wall, my cheek against
the tile, and he stays right up behind me, twining his fingers with mine
and holding both up to the wall above our heads. As soon as he's got me
there, he goes back to hammering me, bending his knees slightly and fucking
up into me. Now, though, his face is right up against mine, and he kisses
and nibbles at my cheek and jaw as he fucks me.

"So good, Dev," he whispers between kisses, "You feel so fucking good, and
you're such a good little brother, taking me like this."

I'm too gone to reply, I just nod a little. My front keeps rubbing against
the tiles, my rock hard nipples almost painfully stimulated, and the only
thing keeping me from cumming is the discomfort of my cock being wedged
against the wall.

As if reading my mind, Reed slips one hand down between me and the wall and
grabs my cock. He just squeezes it at first but then he pulls my hips ever
so slightly away from the wall, and starts jerking me off as he fucks me.

His hand was all I needed, and he strokes me maybe three times before I cry
out and lose it. I can feel my ass squeezing him as I cum, and his cock
milking me from the inside, and he groans too, his hips stuttering against
me as he begins to jerk and cum inside me.

He raises his hand, still covered in my cum, to my chin and forces it
around to an unnatural angle so he can press our lips together while he
continues to twitch inside me. When he relaxes a little behind me and lets
go of my chin, I press my forehead to the cool tile and breathe.

"Holy shit," Reed pants.

"Yeah," I laugh. I twist around and he moves back to let me, his cock
slipping out, and when we're facing each other again I lower my head to
rest against his chest, pressing a kiss above his heart.

Reed lets me relax against him for a little while before he kisses the top
of my head and says, "Let's get you clean now. And maybe me too again."

I laugh and wrap my arms around him so we're squeezed together, then wiggle
around so my cum gets all over his belly. "I hope cleaning round two ends
the same way. Maybe we can spend all day on this cycle."

Unfortunately round two does not end the same way. Although I do suck his
dick a little, he stops me after a minute so we can get out of the shower
before we turn into raisins.

Today I stand behind him at the mirror while he shaves, nuzzling his
shoulder and running my hands over his belly. He shakes his head and says,
"God, you're like a fucking kitten," but he's smiling adorably and he
doesn't do anything to stop me.

When he's finished shaving, we walk back into the room and he slumps down
on the couch, his legs sticking out in front and just his shoulders and
head against the back. I curl up next to him and lay my head on his belly,
my face just a few inches from his still semi-hard cock.

"I want to finish blowing you," I say, and he just laughs and runs his
fingers through my hair, so I take his shaft in one hand and scoot forward
to put him in my mouth.

It's a slow, lazy blowjob. I want to savor this, and either he does too, or
he's just willing to indulge me after the fuck he gave me in the shower. In
any case, he just keeps stroking my hair as I lick and suck on just the
first few inches of his shaft lazily, like a popsicle on a hot day. I work
his base with my hand, but I'm not in a rush. I want to make this last.

He makes sweet sounds of pleasure and relaxation, and he idly combs his
fingers across my scalp or brushes my cheek softly, but otherwise he
doesn't move or say a word, just lets me enjoy him. And I do. I love how
he's such a perfect mouthful, how smooth his head is under my tongue, his
sweet and tangy precum, the skin of his belly and the slight tickle of hair
on my cheek.

Too soon, though, he sighs and cums in my mouth, pouring out five pulses
which I swallow down. I nurse him until he gets soft, then roll over, my
cheek still on his belly, but looking up into his face now.

He smiles down at me, his dimples showing, and brushes my lips with his
thumb. "You're so good to me," he murmurs.

"I don't want to leave," I say.

"I know," he sighs.

He lets me use him as a pillow for maybe twenty minutes, while I'm just
gazing at his face, memorizing the moment, and he looks back at
me. Eventually, though, my phone buzzing in my jeans where they were left
on the floor last night reminds us that the rest of the world still exists.

I groan and heave myself off of Reed, then dig for my phone in the pile of
clothes by the couch. It's almost noon and there are two messages. The
first is a text from Dad saying he's going to leave a little early and be
here by 3:00, which makes me curse. Maybe it doesn't make that much
difference, but even an hour less here is another hour without Reed. The
next is from Toby.

Toby Auclair: Can I buy you lunch?

I look up at Reed. "Dad's coming at three, Toby wants to take me to lunch."

Reed rubs his hands over his face and nods. "Okay."

"Do you... want to come with us?"

"Did he invite me?"

"No, but he won't think it's weird." I bite my lip. "I want to be with you
as long as I can."

"Okay," Reed says, smiling softly. "I'll try to keep my hands off you."

Devin Buchanan: Sure, mind if Reed comes too?  Toby Auclair: I was hoping
to hook up in some bushes again... *wink emoji* Toby Auclair: But yeah,
that's cool

I grin, partially at Toby's messages, and partially at the fact that I
still feel happy hearing from him. Between last night and this morning,
well, I know I'd pick Reed if it were a choice between them. If he could be
my boyfriend, he would be, no doubt. But since he can't, I guess I'm glad
my heart's not fully broken over it, and I can still feel some joy about
someone else.

Reed and I both get dressed, and I stuff my dirty clothes in my bag,
packing everything up so it's ready to go later. Before we leave the room,
I walk over to Reed and wrap my arms around him, squeezing him as tight as
I can.

"I'm going to miss you so much," I sigh, and tilt my head up. He meets me
halfway and kisses me sweetly, no tongue, just a long, gentle meeting of
lips.

"I'll miss you too," he says. "And I'll visit. Maybe even before
Thanksgiving. And, I dunno... maybe we can do like... cam sex or
something?" He blushes and looks away.

"That sounds pretty hot," I grin. "I'm definitely gonna hold you to that."

I kiss him one more time before walking out into the hall, and he follows
behind me over to Toby's room. When I knock on the door, Toby opens it
almost immediately, smiling brightly, fully dressed in a dark green t-shirt
and khakis that hug his legs. He looks as beautiful as ever.

"Hey," he exclaims, pulling me into a quick kiss, and nodding at Reed over
my shoulder. "Sup Reed."

"Sup," Reed grunts. I look back at him and he's smiling but it looks a
little tight. I smirk and he rolls his eyes.

"I wanted to take Dev to that sandwich place by the high school, you know
the one with the daily specials," Toby says, taking my hand as he steps out
into the hall and closes his door.

"Sounds good," Reed says, scratching his belly, making his shirt raise a
bit and showing some midriff. When I look up at his face, he's the one
smirking this time.

Toby doesn't seem to notice anything off, and just chats about his classes
as we walk out of the dorm and through the campus. I smile and keep up with
the conversation, but Reed is noticeably quiet, only saying a word or two
now and then. He's walking to my right while Toby is on my left, holding my
hand. Occasionally Reed's knuckles or a finger will brush my hand as we
walk, and I'll look over to find him already watching me.

It's not like this isn't weird for me too, walking between a potential
boyfriend and the guy who has fucked me the last two nights and this
morning, and happens to be my brother. I want to be holding Reed's hand
too. Or maybe instead. But I guess I have more practice hiding things than
Reed does.

It's a bit of a relief when we pass a cafe downtown and Toby excuses
himself to run in and say hello to his friend working the counter, giving
Reed and I a moment alone.

"What the fuck, Reed?" I ask once Toby is through the door.

"What?" Reed grunts, not meeting my eye.

"Why are you acting all quiet and broody?"

"I'm not," he huffs.

"So you've just lost the ability to say more than two words at a time?"

He shoves his hands in his pocket and looks down for a second before
meeting my eyes. "I guess," he mutters, "maybe I'm not completely not a
little bit jealous..."

"Umm, what?"

He looks up at the sky. "I mean, it's just because we don't have much time
left. You can, like, be with other dudes. I'm okay with it." He looks back
at me. "I just... I want to be the one kissing you until you leave."

I'd like to grant his wish, and kiss him right now. He's giving me an
adorable little frown. But we're in the middle of the street so I just lay
my hand on his arm and rub it softly.

"That's sweet," I say. "But if you act weird Toby's gonna notice
something's up."

Reed nods. "I know. Sorry. I'll get it together."

When Toby comes back out and we keep walking, Reed clearly tries to act
more normal, but it's a pretty flimsy act. He laughs a little too much, his
smile is a little too big, and he's not touching me at all. I doubt anyone
else would notice, but it makes me a little sad.

The sandwich place turns out to be on the opposite side of downtown from
the campus, a little over a half hour walk from the dorm, in a residential
area across the street from a high school. It's a tiny little place that
looks like it probably started life as a convenience store. I don't know if
I would have noticed it if Toby hadn't been leading the way.

"So," he explains as we walk in. The inside isn't much more impressive than
the outside, just a counter to order, a couple of tables, and a big
blackboard with the menu. "Literally everything here is good, but the daily
specials are always incredible. I usually have to stick to the main menu
for the veggie stuff, but even I break my rules when they have their shrimp
grinder special."

"Cool," I say, scanning the menu. It's mostly basic sub shop selections,
with a few hot sandwiches that seem pretty appealing. The daily specials
are a Cuban and a crab melt. "You don't mind if I get one with tons of
meat?"

Toby laughs and ruffles my hair. "Dude, I eat vegetarian for my own
reasons, you do what you want."

So I order the Cuban and Toby gets something called a Veggie Philly. Reed
gets the crab melt, of course. We grab a table in the corner and wait. It's
a little awkward at first, but Toby seems good at carrying
conversations. He's friendly enough that he could probably have a
conversation alone.

"Reed, remember the Zombie Game last year?" He asks.

Reed laughs and shakes his head. "I remember you spent 12 hours in a
literal sewer to win and almost failed a class when you missed a pop quiz."

"First off," Toby says, holding up a finger and grinning, "It wasn't a
sewer, it was an underground maintenance tunnel. Second, I won! The prize
paid for all of my books this year."

"What the hell is the Zombie Game?" I ask.

Toby turns to me with an excited look in his eyes. "So for one week every
year, like half the students on campus play this game where like five
people start out as zombies, and everyone else is a human. If one of the
zombies tags you while you're on campus and not in class, you become one of
them. The last human standing wins." He winks at me. "And I kick ass at it,
so you should come with me if you want to live."

"Wouldn't I have to feed you to them in the end if I want to win?"

Toby puts a hand to his chest and fakes a gasp. "So heartless! You could
nobly sacrifice yourself to pay for my books! Or we could pull a Hunger
Games and force them to make us both winners."

"By threatening suicide?"

"Yeah," he hums. "Maybe I need to think that through a bit more."

Reed starts laughing and eventually says, "Dev's totally afraid of
spiders. There's no way he would spend twelve hours in those tunnels with
you."

"Correction," I say, glaring at him. "I'm not afraid of spiders. I HATE
spiders. I want to murder them all. So, Toby, bring me to their nests and I
will burn them out."

About that time our sandwiches arrive and they smell so good that we all
shut up to cram food in our mouths. It's delicious, the bread is perfectly
toasted and buttery, the pork and ham are salty and chewy, there's just the
right amount of pickles and mustard. It might be the best I've ever had. I
groan in pleasure and Toby laughs.

"I know, right? This place is awesome. Best sandwiches in the state," he
says, taking a bite out of his, which appears to be a gooey mass of melted
cheese, peppers, onions, and mushrooms stuffed into a hoagie bun. Once he's
swallowed that bite, he adds, "If this weren't, like, a thousand calories,
I'd eat here every day."

I shrug. "It's like a four mile round trip, so at least you burn some off."

"Still gonna have to work out for a couple hours tonight," he says.

I guess that's why he looks so good, if he pays so much attention to what
he eats and how much he exercises. It's kind of foreign to me, I've never
been someone who eats that much, but I also never really had to work out
much to stay thin. I guess I got lucky. I walk a lot, but I pretty much
never use the weights in the garage like Reed and Dad. Maybe I should. I
kind of wish I had abs like Toby, or even just Reed's firm muscles.

I think I'd eat this sandwich every day even if it made me fat though, and
I want to come back and try some of the others.

As if reading my mind, or maybe just following my eyes, Reed holds out the
last few bites of his and asks, "Trade?"

"Sure," I say, passing over a full half of my own sandwich. It's not an
even trade, but I can't eat that much more, and it would be worth it for
Reed's dimpled grin anyway.

"Want a bite of mine?" Toby asks.

"Dev hates mushrooms," Reed says while chewing. Like I couldn't tell Toby
myself.

I raise an eyebrow at him. "Correction: I'm afraid of mushrooms. Fungi are
bizarre aliens which don't belong on Earth. Things can be plants or
animals, not freaky hybrids which can infest brains and enslave insects."

Reed shakes his head and laughs, "Sure, you always gag on stroganoff out of
fear."

Toby laughs midbite and a mushroom flies across the table to land on the
floor. "Oh my God, sorry," he chuckles, "but gagging on stroganoff sounds
incredibly dirty."

"You know I don't gag," I snort, and shit, suddenly it's awkward again,
because Reed is frowning hard, and Toby is blushing and giggling. Thank God
it's not the other way around.

Luckily Reed is apparently getting better at acting, because after a few
tense seconds he just says, "That is not something I needed to know. You
two keep that in the bedroom."

"Or the forest," Toby winks at Reed, and I see Reed grit his teeth but he
forces a chuckle and says, "Gross."

Awkward tension aside, lunch goes pretty well. The food is delicious, and I
think even when Reed's uncomfortable, Toby's one of his best friends and
I'm his brother, so it's hard for him not to have fun.

The walk back is slower, since we're all full. I can't speak for the other
two, but I know that I also want to drag it out because it feels like when
the walk is over, so is my visit. Dad will get to the dorm soon after we
do. So I hold Toby's hand tight, and I walk close to Reed, and I try to see
and feel and smell everything I can, to hold onto the memory for the coming
weeks without either.

As we walk up to the dorm, Dad's car is already outside and he waves
through the windshield before getting out. "I'll go get your bag," Reed
says, heading into the dorm. My eyes follow him to the door.

"Whoa, are all Buchanans hot?" Toby whispers, looking at my Dad as he walks
over.

"Dude, gross," I elbow him in the ribs and he laughs. But, I don't know...

Dad is young, only forty-two, and he keeps fit. He looks almost like an
older version of Reed, and not that much older. His dimples and laugh lines
are a little deeper, his stubble a bit darker, but he still looks really
good, with thick brown hair, a slim, firm build, and smooth skin. He's
always just been my Dad, I never looked at him as, I don't know, a real
person, before. But maybe Reed has fucked all my barriers and taboos away,
because right now, with him walking up smiling Reed's smile, dressed in a
tight blue polo and khaki shorts, I can agree that yeah, he's hot. Like,
I'm not gonna fuck him, but I can see the appeal.

"Hey, kid," he says as he pulls me into a hug, pressing my face into his
neck. "Who's this?" He asks when he lets me go.

"Hi Mr. Buchanan," Toby says, dropping my hand to shake my Dad's, before
taking mine again. "I'm Toby, Reed's friend."

"Reed's friend?' Dad asks, raising an eyebrow at our interlocked hands.

"Umm, Dev's too, I hope," Toby grins.

"Uh-huh," Dad says with a firm glare. "I was in the Marines for fifteen
years, and know ten ways to kill a man with a spoon."

Toby stares and blinks for a moment until Dad breaks out laughing. I roll
my eyes and squeeze Toby's hand.

"He's a network administrator who has probably never been in a fight in his
life, he's just fucking with you," I explain.

"Well you can't scare a guy into treating your kid right by warning him you
could gain access to his computer over the internet and delete all his
files."

"Holy shit," Toby says, eyes wide, "I have like ten years of documents I've
never backed up."

"Oh," Dad says. "Well, then treat my son right, Reed's friend Toby."

"Will do, Mr. Buchanan," Toby smiles. "If he'll let me."

"Hey, call me Gavin, Mr. Buchanan's my son," Dad jokes, making me groan.

Reed comes out with my bag and Dad goes over to greet him, give him a hug,
ask him about the weekend. In the few seconds we have alone, Toby turns me
to face him and steps in to kiss me. He keeps it quick and chaste, but
holds his face close to mine when he's done.

"I'll message and call while you're gone, and I'm going to see my Mom in
two weeks, maybe we can meet up then," he says softly. "If you're down for
my plan. You never did say yes."

"Yeah," I say, smiling at him. "That sounds good. This weekend was amazing,
after two weeks back in school I'm gonna be dying to see you." Dying to see
Reed more, but I probably won't see Reed until Thanksgiving, and I still
feel like I need to give Toby a chance.

"Awesome," he says, and gives me another quick peck and a hug before
heading for the door. "See you Reed, nice to meet you Mr... Gavin."

When he's gone I look Reed in the eyes and say, "Shit, Reed, I left
something in your room, can you take me in?"

Reed nods slowly, "Yeah, of course. Um, Dad, can you take Dev's bag?"

He hands off my bag to Dad and leads the way, opening the doors for me. As
soon as his room door is shut I grab him by the back of the head and slam
my mouth into his. He grunts, but only takes a second to return the kiss,
and bring his arms up around my back. I feel like I'm trying to press my
whole self into him, or pull him into me, and it's not working. It's
getting me hard, but it isn't do anything to relieve the pain of leaving
him.

After five, maybe ten seconds, I let him go and just press my forehead to
his shoulder. "I love you, Reed," I mutter.

"I know, babe," he says. "You're stuck with me for life, though. Five weeks
is nothing."

"Five and a half," I sigh. Then I realize something. "Babe?"

"I definitely said Dev," he says.

"Sure, sweetie," I laugh.

"Okay, whatever," he huffs. "I love you too, babe." He tilts down to kiss
me one more time. "Dad's waiting."

I sigh. "Yeah. Okay." I hesitate a moment, but there's really nothing else
to say, so I turn and walk out while I still have the strength to do so.

When I get back outside, Dad is waiting in the car and honks obnoxiously,
making me roll my eyes. I walk over and get in the passenger seat, and once
I've buckled my seatbelt Dad drives off. I lean my head against the window
and stare out.

"Good weekend?" Dad asks, reaching over and squeezing my leg.

"Yeah," I sigh. "Really good. The best."

-----

Another chapter down. There was a lot to do in this one, I hope it didn't
seem rushed or anything. So, Devin's visit is over, but the story's not.
Time is going to speed up a bit, though. Eight chapters covered basically
72 hours, chapter nine is probably going to cover at least a week. Toby and
Reed will sadly not be physically present for a bit, but I think it will be
fun to see what happens with Devin, and maybe his Dad, back home, and
there's always Reed's cam sex idea to explore. Also Toby's kind of
impulsive, so who knows how long it will actually be before he shows up
again.

Chapter nine will probably be out In a few days. Let me know what you think
so far, and what you think makes sense going forward. I love to hear from
y'all.