I started writing this story the day after Stephan and I finished our second webcam session. So that was on Sunday, July 5th when I woke up with what turned out to be a bad sinus infection. Only, I didn't know that then, and when I was feeling even worse the next day, I was even more inspired. Sometimes, I was thinking that I might not have much longer, so I wanted to get as much down as possible.
Well, I think I was being very brave about it, but after learning that it was probably another false alarm and I'd soon be seeing Stephan again, I became truly inspired and by the time it was finally the two of us at Traveler's Rest, I had the first three chapters finished. And I could tell he really liked it, too. In spite of him making that comment about not being serious enough. So I guessed I'd carry on with it once I had the time.
Only, that wasn't right away. Not on our honeymoon and also not for the first week or so once back in Oxmar, because we were making up for lost time. So for example: if I was happily rubbing away on Stephan's butt, kneading and pulling and patting to my heart's content, I wasn't at the same time keying anything in. And obviously, while he was working on my butt, I was simply reveling and I wasn't worried about anything else. If there had been a Guinness Book of World Records entry for the longest time ever spent butt rubbing, we would have broken it. More than once, probably.
But in spite of all that, I at least managed to finish the first twelve chapters before leaving on our road trip, and then while we were at Prineville Reservoir, I finished Thirteen and Fourteen. And the reason I'm mentioning all this is because until we were in Portland the night before Carlie and Earl flew back to North Dakota, this story was to be for only for me and Stephan. But...
There we were at the Ramada Inn near the airport, reminiscing about what an interesting summer it had been. But the problem was, the two bottles Seth had hidden away in his van. At least up until that night, they'd been hid. A bottle of Dekuyper Crème de Menthe and a bottle of Hiram Walker Original Cinn. Big bottles. And let's see... I mean, prior to that night, the sum total of my drinking experience was once when my parents let me take a sip of whatever kind of wine it was that they were having with dinner, and I thought it tasted awful, and that's almost the same as Stephan's prior experience... but I found out later that when the bottle says it's 60 proof, that means it's 30% alcohol... so that takes care of the refreshingly minty crème de menthe... and if it says 90 proof, then it's 45% alcohol. But honestly, that Original Cinn tasted almost exactly like freshly baked cinnamon rolls! At first.
Because see, we needed to finish off both bottles because otherwise, we'd be riding around with open containers in the van and that's against the law.
So, o-kay. Carlie and Earl once had a few beers and then they got sick and threw up. That was their previous experience. And beer's generally about 4% alcohol. (I think the wine was in the neighborhood of 11.5%)
Elliott had tried drinking a few times, but he'd failed to see what all the fuss was about, because up until that night, he'd never been more than a little tipsy. And Dan had never even considered it before, but we all wanted to be cool and worldly-wise at least once.. and it was Carlie and Earl's going-away party, after all, so after chilling it a bit...
We started drinking. Although at first, we were being cautious and just sipping thoughtfully. We were cool and sophisticated, talking about life in general and reminiscing about the summer that was almost over, but not really getting into any of the really interesting details. That's because from the time our trip with Seth started, it seemed as though Dan and Elliott wanted to be all reticent. Not that they'd said as much, but the rest of us had that impression, so if they wanted to be adult about it, then we'd be that way too.
Only, then Carlie's driving came up, and Seth thought it was amazing. Only fourteen and tearing around the countryside at speeds often approaching 160...
“166,” corrected Carlie proudly.
“Oh,” said Seth, “So... have any of you been with him when he was going that fast? 166? Jesus! ... Not that I'm doubting you,” he quickly added for Carlie's benefit, “but assuming that any of you have been with him at least once... that would probably be enough for me, but what were you thinking?”
Then Elliott cleared his throat and said, “Well, you were first, Natty, so why don't you tell him about your experience?”
So I shrugged coolly. But I was thinking about it. An abbreviated version, of course... hard as that might be to imagine by now... but that's when Stephan mentioned that actually, I'd written a story about that ride. So at least he didn't blurt out that this was only the first chapter of a much more encompassing story... that it was only the prelude...
But I still started blushing.
So naturally, that only caused everyone else to be just that much more curious, and after a few disclaimers, mostly to the effect that everybody in the room already knew that I was gay anyway, and that when all this happened, I had no idea when I was going to be seeing Stephan again and for that matter, I also didn't know that he was just as gay as I was, I brought my first chapter up and started reading it out, becoming gradually more animated as I went along, and whether it was due to the fact that we were in the process of getting good and drunk or not, everyone seemed to appreciate my efforts. But if you think about it, that chapter didn't really reveal much that wasn't already common knowledge.
Except I guess neither Seth or Dan knew that me and Carlie were exhibitionists. And up until then, Carlie didn't know about me looking up his shorts while he was squirming around underneath his car, but I could also tell that he liked hearing about it. As in another very noticeable tent-like formation. Only, it seemed as though I was getting everyone else excited as well, in spite of the fact that aside from some remarks about where I was hoping things would go eventually, it was just about being naked and popping boners and us going incredibly fast.
Although Seth did wonder how I could possibly have an erection if I was afraid of dying, so I told him the truth, that I had no idea. But then, I said that much in that first chapter, now didn't I? I said that it didn't make any sense.
But that led to Chapter Two. Before starting, I did mention to Earl that he was about to be introduced, but he said he didn't care because all the Scouts back in Bakersfield already knew about our performance art anyway.
So even though my diction wasn't quite as good as before, I got through that as well. Only, if you're reading it out-loud, it's a very long chapter, so I had to wet my whistle several times.
But now we all knew that Earl was an exhibitionist as well, and the sexual element had escalated to mutual masturbation. Me and Carlie weren't doing each other, but we were still watching each other, so it's almost the same thing, even it's not as much fun.
So that led to Chapter Three. So now we were up to mutual masturbation for real along with wrestling naked. And then came me and Earl comparing boners, followed by him almost drowning and us losing our clothes in the process...
So there I was at my amazing three-pronged cliffhanger, but then I had to stop because I was pooped, and we were also about to get to some serious sex, and I wasn't sure if Earl wanted me reading that part out to everybody.
Although we were also getting close to the point of not caring one way or another. And there really were some protests when I called a halt to the reading. Even from Earl, and he knew exactly how it worked out, but he still wanted to hear my version. And Dan, Elliott and Seth were just dying to hear more.
“I can't now,” I think I said. Actually, I think we were all getting fairly shit-faced by then.
But in spite of that, I finally convinced Elliott to tell about his first ride with Carlie, and after he pointed out to Dan that this had all happened before he knew him... and he'd never had a blow job before... so I'm sure that got Seth's attention...
He told his story. I don't think he left anything out. And Carlie was still looking smug. Only now Dan was looking a little concerned. Or possibly, ill.
Well, it was probably a little of both, but maybe Seth sensed it. I think he realized that Dan was concerned about how we might be getting close to having a low-grade orgy. Because after Elliott's story and with Carlie still looking smug and Earl apparently not too concerned, he – Seth – could have reached the conclusion that we weren't as monogamous as we'd been letting on. And of course, we hadn't always been, and that included Dan.
But somehow... I don't know how, but somehow, the discussion shifted to what happened when me and Stephan camped out with the twins and Dalton. Only we weren't ready to tell them yet. Fortunately, though, we had a decent diversionary story and that's what Stephan went with. How the twins first seduced Dalton. Or Dalton seduced them.
Well, that part was never clear, and that's when we were sober, but anyway, when Dalton was eleven, he had phimosis. He had a tight foreskin, in other words. (And we didn't know what phimosis was until they explained it either. It's not a word you're likely to ever run across on your vocabulary list.)
But if your foreskin is too tight, then you have trouble retracting it. In fact, it might be painful to do so. So painful, you just can't. So you can't expose your glans, and if that's the case, you're missing out on a lot. Rubbing on your bulb, or having other things done to it while it's exposed is a very pleasurable experience.
So since Dalton wasn't getting the full benefit, the twins googled “phimosis” and they found a cure that didn't involve circumcision. It was such an interesting cure, I now have it on my computer.
When possible, start by warming the penis. (So phimosis or not, it already sounds interesting.) Use baby oil, or any bland cream as a lubricant. Pull the foreskin forward away from the body several times, then pull it back as far as it will go onto the glans and hold it in this stretched position for several minutes. If done with an erection, the stretching will be even more effective. (Probably.) Do this several times a day. When stretching begins to make the glans visible, grip the glans between thumb and fingers and roll the foreskin forward over the glans and thumb, thus providing a larger platform on which to stretch. Hold it in this position as long as you can at a time - say five minutes. Repeat as often as you have the time and enthusiasm for.
Well, needless to say, their enthusiasm knew almost no bounds. I mean, whoever wrote that had to be joking, right? But still, progress was slow and the twins really did want to heal Dalton, so... baby oil or any bland cream, or... saliva!
Preferably, warm. So the twins said they would if he wanted them to. And Dalton had secretly been wanting them to all along, so that's where it gets confusing as to who was seducing who.
Because he said he'd let them, but only if they'd let him return the favor. It was the least he could do. So they agreed readily enough and now Dalton's foreskin is as loose as Carlie and Stephan's. Of course, Stephan has a fairly short foreskin, so you wouldn't expect it to be tight... and thanks to my parents, I don't have one at all...
But it still never hurts to stretch what you have a little more... and one thing just led on to another.
And then Stephan trailed off because he was back to being reticent. Or, because he forgot what came after that. Or at least in what order.
But somehow, things then got back to my story. Specifically, it got back to where me and Carlie were wrestling naked, and the next thing I knew, that's just what we were doing. All seven of us, although I think we were being quiet about it. I can't recall anyone banging on the ceiling in a room below us and we didn't get a call from the desk asking us to keep the noise down, so beyond the heavy breathing, I guess we were quiet enough. But yes, we were soon a squirming mass on the floor, and once again, all sorts of interesting places were touched. Groped. Poked! Hands and fingers only, though...
I'm pretty sure of that, but anyway, once all the inevitable conclusions had been reached, we either went to sleep or passed out, and then the next morning, we all swore never again. Even Seth.
Oh, and we were relieved to discover that except for some small spots that could have already been there, our inevitable conclusions had ended up on us and not on the carpet. But seriously, if you're going to have a naked wrestling match that ends up being another wank-a-thon, it's better if you can remember the details. That's one of the problems with underage drinking, you often have no prior experience in doing it. So now that I have my public service announcement out of the way...
We said our goodbyes at the airport. We had no trouble at all talking Carlie and Earl into accepting Stephan's laptop and the webcam.
But the thing was, now they all knew about this story. I fibbed and told Earl that I was almost finished with the part about what happened after we lost our clothes,but he said Carlie already knew everything, and they'd both like to see it once I was finished.
So I blushed again and finally I managed, “Well, I mentioned... well, you know, what you said about... well, the reason why at first, you didn't want to be gay.” Then I rushed on, “I mean, you never said what happened, and that's okay, but I've already mentioned in what I have so far, that something happened, all right? Because you know, at first, I was wanting to go further... than we ended up going... I mean, I really didn't want to go a whole lot further...”
Then Earl giggled and cut me off with, “It's okay, Natty. One of these days, I'll tell you about it, okay? It's history now, and I've told Carlie all about it, so...”
Then he shrugged and finished with, “You've heard that saying about making lemonade out of lemons? That's all it amounts too, so go for it!”
“Well, in that case, I've finished fourteen chapters and have them all backed up on a memory stick which just happens to be in my pocket, so I'll just pop it onto your computer right now,” I said quickly.
A little too quickly, because the others happened to be within hearing distance. Seth, Elliott and Dan.
But oh well, we all have our stories, and almost always, we're also interested in hearing other people's stories. Especially if those stories seem to promise more than a few lurid details. Although under the guise of making lemonade out of lemons...
It was good of Earl to mention that. Because if Seth, Elliott and Dan really were interested... and I had the distinct impression that they were...
Well, you've probably heard this saying as well. “You show me yours and I'll show you mine.” If it came up, that's how I was going to handle it.
But it didn't come up right away. Seth had his music going again. Along with ours, and he liked almost all of it. But beyond that, Elliott and Dan were acting almost like you'd expect grown-ups to act after they had too much to drink at an office party.
So we guessed that they'd get over it eventually, but not right away. And in fact, us getting plastered didn't come up again.
But as I've already mentioned, other stories did come up. That night, at Cape Disappointment State Park. Although really, Seth started the ball rolling not long after we finally got into Washington and stayed there.
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We crossed over the Columbia River into Washington on the Astoria-Megler Bridge, which is the longest continuous truss bridge in North America. So I thought it was cool as could be. I've always liked long, high bridges, ever since I was old enough to remember. Some, when you first start over, you can't even see where the end of it is, and usually, you're way up in the air.
But it's only four and a half miles across, and there is was, “Welcome to Washington, The Evergreen State.”
Only, Seth pulled over, turned the music down and asked us, “Hey! You want to go back over it? Right now?”
Dan looked puzzled. In a practical sort of way, he did, and he asked, “Why? We've just been over it.”
“Yeah, I know,” said Seth, “but let's go over it again. I like bridges like that! ... So let's go back over it, all right?” He sounded just like a little kid. Probably like me when I was nine, when we crossed over into the Upper Peninsula of Michigan on the Mackinac Bridge. Way, way up there. In a thunder storm! That was soo exciting...
It was so exciting, once we were over it, I wanted my dad to turn around so we could go over it again. Only, he wouldn't. So I could make this latest digression longer, but there's not much point in it.
So returning to the Astoria-Megler Bridge, I said, “Let's!”
And so pretty soon, we were back in Oregon with Vanessa Mae's “Contradanza” going almost full blast.
Then we turned around, and we were back in Washington, with Contradanza still going. Seth said he'd never heard it before, but he liked it, and we were happy to hear that, only then we were headed back to Oregon once again, so that should explain what I meant by us staying in Washington and also why we were wondering if he was still under the influence.
So once back in Oregon for the third time in just a few minutes, Dan volunteered to take over until we reached Cape Disappointment... which was only about fifteen miles away... and Seth said, “Sure! I'm getting tired of it anyway!”, and with that, he switched Vanessa Mae off, stretched and added, “So I'll get in back with Natty and Stephan, no problem.”
Only, I could think of at least one possible problem, so I asked, “You're not still drunk, are you?”
“Of course not!” he said cheerfully, “I just like bridges. I used to live in Maryland, and about the only good thing about it was the Chesapeake Bay Bridge. See, we lived on the Eastern Shore, in the middle of nowhere, but my folks both worked in Silver Spring. That's just north of D.C. So naturally, they had me enrolled first in pre-school over there and then at this private school... and I'm probably boring the shit out of you right now, but anyway, that's why we were always going over the Bay Bridge. U.S. 50.” Then he shrugged and added, “But there was one other thing about my life in Maryland, that after hearing your story last night, might be a little less boring... if you want to hear it, that is...
Then came a pregnant pause. So after a few seconds, Stephan asked, “Is it the least bit lurid? If it is, we want to!”
“Least bit lurid,” mused Seth, “Let's see... It is slightly lurid. Only slightly. ... Although if you were to ask my mom and step-father, they'd undoubtedly go beyond that... but at the moment, I'm really not concerned with what they think. ... So do you want to hear about it?”
“Hear about what?” Quite frankly, I was still wondering if he was slightly under the influence.
Seth snickered. “Yeah... I suppose that's a fair question. Because it probably would help if I fill in some of the details... like how I ended up in Maryland in the middle of Nowheresville in the first place, so...
“So okay. My parents split up when I was four. Not much point in trying to figure out who's fault it was, but whatever, my mom had custody. Of me. My dad... my real dad, the one who has custody now... at the time, his job kept him away from home a lot, so naturally it made more sense for her to have custody. And besides, I was four.
“We were living in the Bay Area then. Silicon Valley and all that. But my mom... well, she met this writer-radio talk show host dude, and by the time I was four and a half, he was my step-father. His thing is conspiracy theories. Aliens amongst us, secret societies and all that. ... And really, some of his theories might be closer to the truth than he thinks. Can't ever tell, because there's so much we don't know about the way things really are... and probably never will know...” (snicker) “because believe it or not, Natty, I can get off subject too.”
“Oh, you have no idea!” cut in Stephan. “Sometimes it's like: `How in the hell did you get there?', but soon as you can, let's get to the lurid part.”
And me, I didn't even bother glaring at Stephan, because I knew he was just teasing, and not only that, he's as capable of getting off-subject as I am. And as we were to soon find out, Seth was even more capable, but he managed to reach the lurid part of his story after only a few more pertinent details. And I'll summarize those.
When he was five, his step-father decided there were more conspiracy-minded people in the D.C. area than in the Bay Area. So off they went to the rustic Eastern Shore. In spite of him calling it Nowheresville, at first life was good. At times, very nearly idyllic with lots of previously unexplored country to explore. His step-father wasn't abusive towards him unless you want to count him not caring too much what he did as long as he didn't embarrass them. Lots of parents on the Upper East Side like that too. Seth's step-father wasn't particularly religious, but for appearance's sake, they attended church regularly enough. And besides, even more conspiracy theories, some of which he might have actually believed. His step-father, I mean. And his mom too. And to think, we're only trying to summarize.
But what he eventually said was, in this country, one way or another, we're all affected by religion. It doesn't matter if we're religious or not, most of the laws regarding sex behavior derive from religious beliefs. And that's not all bad. The fact that we can't expose our dicks at the supermarket lends an air of mystery to them and it also leads to the thrill of discovery. Then it leads to that wonderful feeling of being naughty, and if you're lucky, it can lead to having some things that you can only share with one other person.
Almost always, though, it's an indirect process. Me and Stephan, for instance. After I met him, it wasn't long until I was dying to see him naked, but I couldn't let on. But then when we were sharing the same room while we were at their place on the lake, I sneaked a peek, then I noticed that he was looking at me, then we both sort of blushed and giggled... and after that, it was okay, but at first, it almost had to be that way. I couldn't be direct about it, I had to sneak a peek. And of course, then Stephan had to invent a good reason for us to end up in the same sleeping bag. And so on, but you know, those first thrills were almost beyond belief!
But when we're growing up, whether we're afflicted by religion or not, we're still curious about sex and what other people look like without their clothes on. `Course if you're being bothered all the time about not giving into sin... and in our country, apparently, almost all religions think sex is the most grievous sin of all... then you might avoid giving into temptation. And I don't guess it would be all that difficult if you don't know about sex in the first place, but...
“Once our hormones started acting up,” said Seth, “Ta da!” (trumpet flourish sound), “There I was naked in the Church Treasurer's barn with my hands tied behind my back, about to become a burnt offering! And I was only eleven!”
That was unexpected. I mean, there we were having a thought-provoking but not too awfully lurid discussion about how in a way, religion actually makes sex more interesting... I think... because if you want to know the truth about it, I'm still trying to work some of it out... then all at once... the Church Treasurer? Good God!
So even though he'd skipped over almost everything between the start and “Ta da!” we weren't sure if we wanted to hear any more.
Only, Seth quickly added, “I mean, it wasn't with the Church Treasurer, he was at work, it was just in his barn, all right? With Luke. His son, all right?
“How old was his son?” I asked suspiciously.
“Twelve.”
“Oh. Well, that's a huge relief. So Luke's about to... pretend, I assume, to... um... so was this like cowboys and Indians or something?”
“Yes, we were pretending, Natty. But for your information, we were reenacting a Bible story. He was Abraham and I was his son Isaac. So does that ring a bell?”
I looked at him blankly. Mostly, because I was still stuck on the naked part. Most of us Catholic school boys know there's nudity in the Bible. King David, some of the prophets, Noah after he got drunk on his ass... some others... so of course the school authorities didn't look kindly on our dwelling on these incidences, because we obviously weren't taking them in the proper spirit, but I'd never heard anything about Abraham stripping his son naked and tying him up. That is scandalous! Not that there haven't been some similar scandals, mind you, but even so... “I can't really recall that story.” Then I shrugged.
Then from up front, Elliott explained, “The Lord commanded Abraham to offer his son up as a sacrifice, but before Abraham did it... just barely before, an angel appeared and said The Lord was only testing him and not to do it, and that's all there was to it.”
So now I remembered, but I couldn't resist. I really am trying, but still: “Oh. Well, that's much better. He's supposed to slit his son's throat, but at least there's no nudity.”
“But in the picture Luke showed me, he was naked,” cut in Seth.
“So where is that picture?” wondered Stephan. “Could we be arrested for looking at it?”
“Well, all right, he was almost naked then,” amended Seth, “but you could still tell... or we could tell that he was supposed to be completely naked, only you couldn't actually show a future patriarch that way, so Isaac had a cloth draped over his middle, but... in our reenactment, Abraham was naked too.”
“I don't think that's very Biblical,” said Elliott.
Meanwhile, me and Stephan were trying to stifle ourselves... which was proving to be well nigh impossible, but Seth wasn't having much luck either.
“Well,” he started, “Luke said... Luke... okay, time... out!”
But once he was over his snigger attack, he finished, “Luke made a good point. He said he didn't want to get blood on his clothes.”
“So...” Then I took a deep breath, composed myself and even though I was suddenly feeling like I might be a little out of my element, “did Ab... did Luke have a boner?”
“Not then. I guess he was as afraid of being struck by lightening as I was. Just maybe, you know, and that sure does have a dampening effect. So the first time, we just took that one small step, we saw each other naked. There was that and us knowing that our parents would raise mortal hell if they ever found out about it, so it was our secret.
“But the next time we played, he was Sitting Bull and I was General Custer, and that worked out a lot better. ... It definitely caused... well, it caused some excitement. ... I liked the way you put that, Natty. In your first chapter.”
So I started, “Yeah... well, um...”
“Natty appreciates that, but what he really wants to know if either of you had any hair and how big you were,” Stephan finished.
... “Well...” (and this time, I did glare at him)... “one of us might have gotten around to that question eventually-”
“It wouldn't have taken any time at all,” cut in Stephan.
... “But what I was going to ask was: were you hard before you were out of your clothes, or did it happen soon after? ... But you can answer the hair and size question too. ... Long as you don't really mind, of course.”
“Yeah, well...” (Giggle or maybe a snicker) ... “so far, this is more fun than I even thought it would be.” (Snicker. Definitely.) “Because this is my first time. Telling anybody about it, I mean. I wanted to sometimes, but I never got up the nerve. But let's see. Boner question is easy. We were before we started. He captured me, and when he yanked my shorts down, my dick bounced straight up. And I don't think I was following his script, but I decided to make one last heroic attempt to escape... except he said it was a sneaky attempt, but I pulled his pants off. And I know, that's not the best way of trying to escape, but I said if he was naked, he couldn't follow me. And he had a boner and I grabbed it. So he grabbed mine back and said, `Oh, you will pay dearly for that, you cowardly...' Shit. I've just skipped questions two and three, haven't I?”
“Well, you can answer those later,” I said quickly. I wasn't really breathless, but I was definitely interested.
Only, “First time anyone ever grabbed yours, was it like an electric shock? Like the most ungodly feeling ever?”
“Yeah, it felt ungodly good. So...”
“So it's probably like that for almost everybody. And if it's not, I feel sorry for them, but I can't really explain any better than that. … But Luke's wasn't much bigger than mine, but it felt a lot bigger. I don't know how big that was, though, because we never thought about measuring them. ... He had a little hair, but I didn't get any until I was past thirteen. But anyway-”
Only, then Dan cut in with, “Hey, I hate to interrupt, because I'm starting to enjoy this too, but we're almost to the park. So soon as we get set up... which will be after checking in with whoever is in charge... which will be soon as none of us are suffering from any noticeable excitement, then you can finish it, all right?”
“Oh, I was almost to the end anyway,” said Seth.
So needless to say, me and Stephan were looking a bit incredulous. As in, “What? You mean to tell us that's it? Well, that's very deflating, Seth. And it's also anti-climatic.”
Something like that, but then it hit me. “Well, you said... at the very start, that your mom and step-father... apparently thought it was beyond being just a little lurid, so apparently... they found out something... so... well, you know, just out of curiosity, because after all, you also said you weren't worried about what they thought about it now...”
“So if you ain't worried about it, tell us,” finished Stephan.
“We're almost to the park,” interjected Dan.
So Seth sighed. “I will if you let us see the rest of your story first. Just let us read it on your computer. How's that?”
“That's not fair,” I pointed out. But what I didn't want to point out was the fact that in Thirteen, Elliott would be introduced, and to say the least, our first impressions weren't entirely favorable. And I was also describing him in a very, very embarrassing situation, so...
“He's still working on Thirteen, because there are some things we're not sure about, but we can go up through Twelve,” said Stephan helpfully. Sometimes, it's almost as though he can read my mind.
But not entirely. If he didn't mind the bit about Tulpehocken Creek, I guessed I wouldn't worry about it, but even so, Twelve ends with us having been chased into what used to be Jonas Fertilizer, so I fairly sure everyone would be wanting to know how that worked out...
So I guessed it was time for a quick amendment. “Eleven. If I'm going to change Thirteen, I need to make a few changes in Twelve too, because it leads up to Thirteen. That makes sense, right? So is that okay?” For all the world, it sounded like we were trying to hammer out a labor agreement... or something...
But Seth said okay. Damn. I walked right into that. Give me just a little positive feed-back, and I can be talked into almost anything. Almost.
Because... okay, there's this in Chapter Four. “One thing that kept popping into my head was what I probably looked like while I was at it, and it's difficult to explain, but I was getting off on imagining that almost as much as I was on how I was making Earl act...”
Or this in Chapter Six: “So, maybe I could just end up being their sex slave.” (Oh, that's really good!)
And in fact, the results of the reading were... interesting. Illuminating, even. Very.
And for now, let's leave it at that.
Copyright 2011: all rights reserved. Please do not reprint, repost or otherwise reproduce this or any part thereof anywhere without my written permission.
J.J. Janicki