I am still heartbroken over Otis. He was such a simple sweet person.
You couldn't help but love him. So sad.
You couldn't help but love him. So sad.
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Rory,
I don't care if they knew Otis or not. Their indifference to his death and their selfish "oh, woe is me/my bannister" is fucking bull shit.
That's how well you've developed the characters for us.
I don't care if they knew Otis or not. Their indifference to his death and their selfish "oh, woe is me/my bannister" is fucking bull shit.
That's how well you've developed the characters for us.
EasyRory
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Chapter Fifty-One - Refo
I sat and listened to Charlie's take on the contract Brent offered for the exhibition of our “art” and you could hear - or at least I could hear - the quotation marks Charlie put around the word art every time he used it.
“It's awfully close to pornography, Refo, but that's just my personal interpretation. Perhaps if I hadn't known Otis I'd feel differently. Tyler signed yesterday without even reading it.”
“He has to think of himself, Charlie. He's just twenty-one and any exposure in the art world is important for him. The money isn't great, but it never is, from all I hear until your famous or commercial. And his life hasn't been easy.”
“I suppose. Life goes on doesn't it. I'm sorry I missed the service for Otis.” Charlie gathered up the contract paperwork after I had signed it.
“Mike was terrific.”
“That's what Jody said.”
“He really has turned into a wonderful man. He arranged everything including the grave marker. He did all the work with the Sheriff's Department to get the ashes and paid for the cremation. And nobody even knew he was doing it. He got us all out by the chicken coop and uncovered the marker. 'Otis Karl, born about 1991, died August 21, 2014. Loyal, honest, and greatly loved by his friends.' The police told Mike that Karl probably wasn't Otis's real last name but it didn't matter. Mike told them he had dug a grave and was going to bury Otis's ashes. Otis told us he loved us, Mike said, and we all loved him. Then Vince asked if he could scatter some of the ashes along the course he and Otis used to run and of course Mike said yes. And right then and there Vince stripped and said he hoped no one minded because that was how he and Otis used to run. He grabbed a handful of the ashes and took off running.” I got up and poured Charlie and myself another cup of coffee, hoping Charlie didn't notice me wiping away a tear or three.
“You know Otis said he loved Vince because of how handsome he was naked? Well, Otis was right. That boy is perfection. Even Sarah Felsen said so, which got Will's attention. You know I had to chuckle. Will has obviously become attuned to Sarah's wandering eye. Not that he needs to worry. But to get back to the occasion, we watched Vince cross the fields and return. He dressed and rejoined us.”
“Why have you stopped talking?” Charlie asked.
“Because I'm gonna cry. Then Vince said he loved Otis and it took death to make him realize that Otis was his best friend. He wished he had told him that while he lived.” I sniffled and sipped some coffee. “And then Vicki stepped forward and said she loved Otis, too, and promised she would never let his child forget him. That was a surprise. 'I think I'm pregnant,' she said. 'And I'm so happy,' she said.” I stopped again.
“Wow,” Charlie said quietly.
“And of course, everybody congratulated Vicki and wished her the best and all. But, Charlie, she's going to need a lot of help. Isn't she? Are there legal complications?”
“Not really. An unwed mother can do pretty much whatever she wants and can afford. Will her family support her?”
“I don't know. There's just her mother and an older sister and I gather she's not close to the older sister.”
“Well, that's pretty awesome.”
“So … I was wondering if I could assign whatever I get out of the art to the baby … as Otis's heir, I guess. I don't think it will be much, but Frank and I don't need the money … and ...”
“Of course. That's pretty simple, do you want it to be a trust agreement? Then maybe other people could contribute as well. Would Tyler want to be part of it.”
“What ever you recommend, Charlie; you're the lawyer. Somehow I don't think Tyler will want to be officially part of anything. He's, uhhh … a complicated young man.”
“What do you mean?” Charlie's lawyerly skepticism took over.
“How should I put this? He keeps getting hit on in pretty aggressive ways.”
“Refo, spill!”
“Raped in one case and solicited by the guys at the gallery.”
“Raped???”
“He won't talk about it, but that's what his roommate says. You know - Mike's friend Roy? - that's his roommate. And he told me that Brent and Charles at the gallery BOTH hinted that things might go better if he went to bed with them.”
“Well, legally, the evidence of rape is hearsay and the 'importuning' would be hard to prove and since he's no longer a minor … I'm not sure it would make a case anyway.”
“I don't think he want to 'make a case', as you put it. I just worry about what it's doing to his head. He's not even out of school.”
“Where is he now?”
“Sarah and Will said he was going to stay with Vince for the night. Vince was pretty upset about Otis and nobody wanted to see him spend the night alone.”
“And I thought living in the country would be so boring ...” Charlie said, stuffing all his paperwork in a brief case and making ready to leave.
At that point a truck pulled into the drive and I watch Vince and Tyler get out and approach the house. Something was wrong.
It seemed as if Vince shoved Tyler in through the kitchen door. “This asshole,” Vince almost shouted at me, “is gonna tell you I raped him. And I'm here to say, I didn't!”
Charlie's eyes got wide and he sat down again.
“You did. I asked you to stop and you wouldn't. You fucked me and you wouldn't stop!” Tyler sobbed. He looked like he was afraid Vince would hit him.
“Tell them the whole story!” Vince demanded but Tyler said nothing.
So Vince began again. “This asshole comes to my door and says I shouldn't be alone 'cause I'm upset over Otis. And I say whatever and tell him to sleep on the couch. So we go to bed and twenty minutes later he's in my bedroom in his underwear, rubbin' his cock, and he says I don't think you should sleep alone, and I tell him to go back to the couch and he pulls out his cock and rubs it in my face. And ... well ... I'm human, you know? So the next thing he's in my bed naked and he says you got some lube? So he slicks up my cock and hops on. He starts going to town on me and, ok, it feels good. For him too, I guess, 'cause he's stroking his cock and all of a sudden he comes! And I'm close too, so I kept pumping and in few more strokes I say I'm gonna cum! And THEN this asshole says I don't want to do this any more and I say I'm really close and he starts to get off me so I grabbed him and held him and in a couple more strokes I came and he says I raped him and I say bullshit and THAT's what happened.” He turned to Tyler and said, “RIGHT, asshole? Am I RIGHT?”
“I wanted you to stop. You wouldn't stop. It hurt.” Tyler fell silent and wouldn't look at anybody.
“BULLSHIT! You were wimpering and sighing the whole time when you weren't saying stop. And you only said stop once.” Vince turned to me, “So I'm telling you this, Refo, before this asshole goes to the cops and accuses me of something.” He turned back to Tyler. “And Otis NEVER wanted to fuck you, you ASSHOLE! YOU were the one who kept suckin' his dick!”
“That's not true,” Tyler said and now he was in tears. “NOT TRUE!”
“What's not true?” I asked Tyler.
“The part about Otis,” he sobbed.
“The rest IS true?” I prodded.
“Of course it's true; he BEGGED me to fuck him,” Vince snarled.
“Well, I DID ask him to stop ...” Tyler looked at me for support and then glared back at Vince.
Charlie caught my eye. “It's so peaceful in the country,” he whispered, picking up his briefcase and heading for the door.
I sat and listened to Charlie's take on the contract Brent offered for the exhibition of our “art” and you could hear - or at least I could hear - the quotation marks Charlie put around the word art every time he used it.
“It's awfully close to pornography, Refo, but that's just my personal interpretation. Perhaps if I hadn't known Otis I'd feel differently. Tyler signed yesterday without even reading it.”
“He has to think of himself, Charlie. He's just twenty-one and any exposure in the art world is important for him. The money isn't great, but it never is, from all I hear until your famous or commercial. And his life hasn't been easy.”
“I suppose. Life goes on doesn't it. I'm sorry I missed the service for Otis.” Charlie gathered up the contract paperwork after I had signed it.
“Mike was terrific.”
“That's what Jody said.”
“He really has turned into a wonderful man. He arranged everything including the grave marker. He did all the work with the Sheriff's Department to get the ashes and paid for the cremation. And nobody even knew he was doing it. He got us all out by the chicken coop and uncovered the marker. 'Otis Karl, born about 1991, died August 21, 2014. Loyal, honest, and greatly loved by his friends.' The police told Mike that Karl probably wasn't Otis's real last name but it didn't matter. Mike told them he had dug a grave and was going to bury Otis's ashes. Otis told us he loved us, Mike said, and we all loved him. Then Vince asked if he could scatter some of the ashes along the course he and Otis used to run and of course Mike said yes. And right then and there Vince stripped and said he hoped no one minded because that was how he and Otis used to run. He grabbed a handful of the ashes and took off running.” I got up and poured Charlie and myself another cup of coffee, hoping Charlie didn't notice me wiping away a tear or three.
“You know Otis said he loved Vince because of how handsome he was naked? Well, Otis was right. That boy is perfection. Even Sarah Felsen said so, which got Will's attention. You know I had to chuckle. Will has obviously become attuned to Sarah's wandering eye. Not that he needs to worry. But to get back to the occasion, we watched Vince cross the fields and return. He dressed and rejoined us.”
“Why have you stopped talking?” Charlie asked.
“Because I'm gonna cry. Then Vince said he loved Otis and it took death to make him realize that Otis was his best friend. He wished he had told him that while he lived.” I sniffled and sipped some coffee. “And then Vicki stepped forward and said she loved Otis, too, and promised she would never let his child forget him. That was a surprise. 'I think I'm pregnant,' she said. 'And I'm so happy,' she said.” I stopped again.
“Wow,” Charlie said quietly.
“And of course, everybody congratulated Vicki and wished her the best and all. But, Charlie, she's going to need a lot of help. Isn't she? Are there legal complications?”
“Not really. An unwed mother can do pretty much whatever she wants and can afford. Will her family support her?”
“I don't know. There's just her mother and an older sister and I gather she's not close to the older sister.”
“Well, that's pretty awesome.”
“So … I was wondering if I could assign whatever I get out of the art to the baby … as Otis's heir, I guess. I don't think it will be much, but Frank and I don't need the money … and ...”
“Of course. That's pretty simple, do you want it to be a trust agreement? Then maybe other people could contribute as well. Would Tyler want to be part of it.”
“What ever you recommend, Charlie; you're the lawyer. Somehow I don't think Tyler will want to be officially part of anything. He's, uhhh … a complicated young man.”
“What do you mean?” Charlie's lawyerly skepticism took over.
“How should I put this? He keeps getting hit on in pretty aggressive ways.”
“Refo, spill!”
“Raped in one case and solicited by the guys at the gallery.”
“Raped???”
“He won't talk about it, but that's what his roommate says. You know - Mike's friend Roy? - that's his roommate. And he told me that Brent and Charles at the gallery BOTH hinted that things might go better if he went to bed with them.”
“Well, legally, the evidence of rape is hearsay and the 'importuning' would be hard to prove and since he's no longer a minor … I'm not sure it would make a case anyway.”
“I don't think he want to 'make a case', as you put it. I just worry about what it's doing to his head. He's not even out of school.”
“Where is he now?”
“Sarah and Will said he was going to stay with Vince for the night. Vince was pretty upset about Otis and nobody wanted to see him spend the night alone.”
“And I thought living in the country would be so boring ...” Charlie said, stuffing all his paperwork in a brief case and making ready to leave.
At that point a truck pulled into the drive and I watch Vince and Tyler get out and approach the house. Something was wrong.
It seemed as if Vince shoved Tyler in through the kitchen door. “This asshole,” Vince almost shouted at me, “is gonna tell you I raped him. And I'm here to say, I didn't!”
Charlie's eyes got wide and he sat down again.
“You did. I asked you to stop and you wouldn't. You fucked me and you wouldn't stop!” Tyler sobbed. He looked like he was afraid Vince would hit him.
“Tell them the whole story!” Vince demanded but Tyler said nothing.
So Vince began again. “This asshole comes to my door and says I shouldn't be alone 'cause I'm upset over Otis. And I say whatever and tell him to sleep on the couch. So we go to bed and twenty minutes later he's in my bedroom in his underwear, rubbin' his cock, and he says I don't think you should sleep alone, and I tell him to go back to the couch and he pulls out his cock and rubs it in my face. And ... well ... I'm human, you know? So the next thing he's in my bed naked and he says you got some lube? So he slicks up my cock and hops on. He starts going to town on me and, ok, it feels good. For him too, I guess, 'cause he's stroking his cock and all of a sudden he comes! And I'm close too, so I kept pumping and in few more strokes I say I'm gonna cum! And THEN this asshole says I don't want to do this any more and I say I'm really close and he starts to get off me so I grabbed him and held him and in a couple more strokes I came and he says I raped him and I say bullshit and THAT's what happened.” He turned to Tyler and said, “RIGHT, asshole? Am I RIGHT?”
“I wanted you to stop. You wouldn't stop. It hurt.” Tyler fell silent and wouldn't look at anybody.
“BULLSHIT! You were wimpering and sighing the whole time when you weren't saying stop. And you only said stop once.” Vince turned to me, “So I'm telling you this, Refo, before this asshole goes to the cops and accuses me of something.” He turned back to Tyler. “And Otis NEVER wanted to fuck you, you ASSHOLE! YOU were the one who kept suckin' his dick!”
“That's not true,” Tyler said and now he was in tears. “NOT TRUE!”
“What's not true?” I asked Tyler.
“The part about Otis,” he sobbed.
“The rest IS true?” I prodded.
“Of course it's true; he BEGGED me to fuck him,” Vince snarled.
“Well, I DID ask him to stop ...” Tyler looked at me for support and then glared back at Vince.
Charlie caught my eye. “It's so peaceful in the country,” he whispered, picking up his briefcase and heading for the door.
Rory,
A fitting tribute to Otis, run in the buff included.
Tyler appears to be a bit of a putz - all for promoting activity until HE gets off, then stop the presses.
That's just plain rude and wrong. Adds a bit of clarification to some statements made earlier, quite possibly.
And methinks Charlie chuckled all the way back to DC.
A fitting tribute to Otis, run in the buff included.
Tyler appears to be a bit of a putz - all for promoting activity until HE gets off, then stop the presses.
That's just plain rude and wrong. Adds a bit of clarification to some statements made earlier, quite possibly.
And methinks Charlie chuckled all the way back to DC.
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A fitting tribute to Otis, indeed! 
And, Vicki possibly pregnant? I think that's Awesome!
I'm not sure how her mom is going to respond to the news, but I know how her recently formed group of friends will.
Mike is certainly proving to be an even greater guy than what he seemed before. He's developing into a good leader, company head, and shepherd to his acquired flock.
As for Tyler, I wouldn't consider him an ASSHOLE, or "putz". Apparently he's still having problems dealing with his encounters with Tony, and the feelings those experiences riled up. I'm hoping he might get some help to sort all of that out, SOON!
All the more reasons to ... No Matter What ...
Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz
And, Vicki possibly pregnant? I think that's Awesome!
I'm not sure how her mom is going to respond to the news, but I know how her recently formed group of friends will.
Mike is certainly proving to be an even greater guy than what he seemed before. He's developing into a good leader, company head, and shepherd to his acquired flock.
As for Tyler, I wouldn't consider him an ASSHOLE, or "putz". Apparently he's still having problems dealing with his encounters with Tony, and the feelings those experiences riled up. I'm hoping he might get some help to sort all of that out, SOON!
All the more reasons to ... No Matter What ...
Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz
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I have to agree with Chaz. I think Tyler is just a little screwed up right now. However that's no reason to accuse someone, particularly Vince, of rape. His use of the term is slightly off kilter. I hope he gets professional help....
I would dearly have loved to have been at Otis' memorial. Mike's accomplishment of such a beautiful and fitting tribute for Otis was remarkable. I'm happy Vicki is pregnant with Otis' child. Her entire demeanor has changed since she met Otis. Miracles still happen....
Craiger
I would dearly have loved to have been at Otis' memorial. Mike's accomplishment of such a beautiful and fitting tribute for Otis was remarkable. I'm happy Vicki is pregnant with Otis' child. Her entire demeanor has changed since she met Otis. Miracles still happen....
Craiger
EasyRory
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Auto, thanks for fixing the last chapter.
EasyRory
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Chapter Fifty-Two - Vince
Just when the yelling appeared to stop and a little quiet came over Refo's kitchen, Sarah Felsen exploded into the kitchen , “Can't you two just SHUT UP and fuck each other like NORMAL people? Charlie, what are you doing here?”
“Legal matters,” Charlie answered.
Sarah aimed directly for the sink, filled a glass with water, and drank down some pills before she resumed. “Good, I have some legal matters. You busy?” She then pantomimed a severe reaction to the medicine she had taken and collapsed into a chair.
“What's the problem, sweetie?” asked the amused lawyer.
“Wait until these assholes leave,” Sarah groaned.
I took that as my cue and waved a silent good-bye to Refo before heading for my truck. I saw no sign of Tyler until I opened the door. “What are you doing here?”
“Maybe we should talk,” Tyler said doing his best not to look at me.
“You want to talk with your accused RAPIST?”
“Perhaps I mischaracterized your actions.”
“Is that William and Mary speak for sorry-I'm-a-little-fucked-up?”
“You don't have to take everything so personally, Vince.”
“I'm the one who just had a murder victim die in my arms, dickhead. I take FELONY ACCUSATIONS personally.”
“Can we go to your place and talk?”
“No, I'm going to work at Mike's and then the drugstore.”
We drove in silence for a while before Tyler spoke again. Just as I was parking the truck at Mike's, he said, “Otis was right. You're very handsome naked. Last night, before you woke up, I took a few pictures and I'd like to turn them into sketches. Hope you don't mind.”
“And you claim YOU were the one raped ...”
“Can't we get passed that? It felt like rape to me. It didn't to you. Just different interpretations.”
“Different interpretations I don't want to have to explain to the cops!”
“There won't be any cops. There never are,” he muttered as we went into Mike's woodshop.
Vicki was already at work and barely looked up when we joined her. “Hey, Vic,” I said.
“ 'S up? You look a little down.”
“There is no baby,” she said quietly. “Maybe I had a miscarriage … maybe I wasn't really pregnant … Something … Anyway, no baby.”
I hugged her and felt her sob in my arms. “I'm so sorry,” I whispered. “Wish I knew something better to say.”
“Well, at least you won't have to deal with the kid.”
“Do you ever manage to say the right thing?” I asked Tyler.
“Being a single mother isn't easy. And I should know,” he said in his own defense.
“Because you are one?”
“No, because I'm the kid.” So that kind of shut my mouth, but still … he could have been more respectful of Vicki.
Mike came in and said, “We got an order for two dozen chairs for the Norfolk City Hall.” His manner was subdued; obviously he knew about Vicki's circumstances. “They want oak, not hickory; so that will make the job easier. Oh … Roy will be here to help for a couple weeks. Summer semester ends tomorrow. I'm talking to a guy about working here to replace O … uh, to be the new sander.”
“Who you talkin' to? Anybody I know?”
“Layton Archer from Culpepper. You know him? He's worked on and off for Frank and seems like a good kid.”
“No, I don't think so.” I didn't know anybody from Culpepper; they were just some school twenty-five miles away that we played in sports now and then. I left the shop and then went to my other shop. The drugstore was peacefully quiet.
At the end of the day Tyler phoned me and asked, “Can I show you the sketches I drew?” And I said ok and he said, “They're at your place.” I should have seen that one coming. Of course he'd find a reason to go back to my place. Sometimes having blond hair and a cute ass is a distinct disadvantage.
The sketches, as he called them, were just that. Not a whole lot more than stick figure drawings of some dude, me I guess, except the figure was naked and in one maybe had an erection. “Where are the pictures you worked from?” I asked.
“On my phone.” When I demanded to see them he showed me. And yep, there I was lying on my bed naked and rolling around. “I tickled your feet to get you to roll into different positions. You never woke up. And then I kinda got horny and all and … you know the rest.”
“And you stuck your dick in my mouth.”
“Give me a break … I didn't force you to do anything. You liked it. You'd like to do it again. I can tell.”
“Yeah?”
“You're hard as a rock. I can see your dick from here!”
“I'm not that hard. It gets harder.” I tried to pat down the bulge in my jeans.
“I know,” Tyler said. He stared at me and squeezed his own jeans, showing me his bulge. “I'm gonna take a shower and then you're gonna take a shower and then we can try some new stuff.”
I came out from my shower and there he was, lying on my bed slowly strokin' his hardon. He licked his lips and stared at me, making me hard again. “Come on, sugar balls, fuck me,” he invited.
“Sugar balls?” That caught me by surprise. I giggled a little.
“”Yeah, you got nice ones. Come on ...” He began sucking on my balls and then my dick.
“Sugar balls,” I said again. It struck me funny.
He smiled. “Young, dumb, and full of cum. Get that lube out.”
Young and what? Ok, I'm not the brightest guy on the planet but he wasn't stroking my fur the right way at all. I'd fuck him, but it was gonna be my way.
“EASY!” he groaned and gasped when I entered him. I guess I could have used more lube. It didn't feel that great for me either; but after more complaints from Tyler we got into it.
I was slow fucking him doggy, and listening to him purr when suddenly Otis came into my mind. I knew this would have been so much better with Otis. Sugar balls. Jeez! Tyler was moaning and cooing, “I'm getting close. Keep fucking me. Slow just like that. Yeah, now a little faster. I'm close.”
Instead I pulled out abruptly. “Sugar balls!” I laughed out loud and he almost screamed.
“God! Put it back in!”
“Sorry. It's just so funny.” From somewhere I could hear Otis laughing, too.
“Put it in!” he demanded.
“Here, roll over. Let's try it a different way.” He complied. “Jeez, you're all wet. Did you come already?” I asked him
“I precum a lot when I get fucked,” he explained. “Put it back in, ok?”
“A lot? We almost need a bailing bucket here!”
“You're not helping things … put it back in. EEEYOW!!! EASY, I SAID!” He gasped for a while as he got used to missionary and then he tried to kiss me. I avoided him and pinned his arms to the bed while I resumed thrusting slowly. I kept it shallow so he'd get a lot of prostate massage. Before long I had him cooing and panting again.
“Yeah … so nice … keep doing that. AAAGH!” I sank the old pole deep and then resumed the shallow thrusts. “AAAGH!!” Again. “Oooow!” He was getting used to it.
“You likin' this?” I asked him.
“Oh yeah, baby … keep doing it … young, dumb, and full of … I'm getting close … almost there.” He gasped in pain as I pulled out. “Put it back in! Why did you do that?”
“I get young and full of come. Let's talk about the 'dumb' part,” I challenged him. “Just 'cause I don't call you apple ass or something clever, does that make me dumb?”
“No, no, put it back in … I'm so close.” And then, “OOPHST!” was his reply to my sudden full depth reinsertion.
I slow fucked him until he started cumming. He tried to grab his dick to stroke himself off but I kept his arms pinned to the bed. If you've never experienced one, a hands-free cum isn't actually all that great an orgasm especially when you get no friction at all. I pulled out the instant he started spurting and held his arms down.
It was one of the worst orgasms of his life, at least that's what he told me. I stayed in bed and listened to a lot of muttering and slamming things around as he dressed and packed up his sketches and then he was gone. Beautiful silence.
Ok, I only went to high school and didn't get really great grades, but I could have gone to Lord Fairfax or NoVaCoCo. That 'dumb' comment really pissed me off. I closed my eyes and saw Otis watching me and laughing. He loved the abbreviated name of Northern Virginia Community College. Said it sounded like a chocolate drink. Damn, I really miss him.
Just when the yelling appeared to stop and a little quiet came over Refo's kitchen, Sarah Felsen exploded into the kitchen , “Can't you two just SHUT UP and fuck each other like NORMAL people? Charlie, what are you doing here?”
“Legal matters,” Charlie answered.
Sarah aimed directly for the sink, filled a glass with water, and drank down some pills before she resumed. “Good, I have some legal matters. You busy?” She then pantomimed a severe reaction to the medicine she had taken and collapsed into a chair.
“What's the problem, sweetie?” asked the amused lawyer.
“Wait until these assholes leave,” Sarah groaned.
I took that as my cue and waved a silent good-bye to Refo before heading for my truck. I saw no sign of Tyler until I opened the door. “What are you doing here?”
“Maybe we should talk,” Tyler said doing his best not to look at me.
“You want to talk with your accused RAPIST?”
“Perhaps I mischaracterized your actions.”
“Is that William and Mary speak for sorry-I'm-a-little-fucked-up?”
“You don't have to take everything so personally, Vince.”
“I'm the one who just had a murder victim die in my arms, dickhead. I take FELONY ACCUSATIONS personally.”
“Can we go to your place and talk?”
“No, I'm going to work at Mike's and then the drugstore.”
We drove in silence for a while before Tyler spoke again. Just as I was parking the truck at Mike's, he said, “Otis was right. You're very handsome naked. Last night, before you woke up, I took a few pictures and I'd like to turn them into sketches. Hope you don't mind.”
“And you claim YOU were the one raped ...”
“Can't we get passed that? It felt like rape to me. It didn't to you. Just different interpretations.”
“Different interpretations I don't want to have to explain to the cops!”
“There won't be any cops. There never are,” he muttered as we went into Mike's woodshop.
Vicki was already at work and barely looked up when we joined her. “Hey, Vic,” I said.
“ 'S up? You look a little down.”
“There is no baby,” she said quietly. “Maybe I had a miscarriage … maybe I wasn't really pregnant … Something … Anyway, no baby.”
I hugged her and felt her sob in my arms. “I'm so sorry,” I whispered. “Wish I knew something better to say.”
“Well, at least you won't have to deal with the kid.”
“Do you ever manage to say the right thing?” I asked Tyler.
“Being a single mother isn't easy. And I should know,” he said in his own defense.
“Because you are one?”
“No, because I'm the kid.” So that kind of shut my mouth, but still … he could have been more respectful of Vicki.
Mike came in and said, “We got an order for two dozen chairs for the Norfolk City Hall.” His manner was subdued; obviously he knew about Vicki's circumstances. “They want oak, not hickory; so that will make the job easier. Oh … Roy will be here to help for a couple weeks. Summer semester ends tomorrow. I'm talking to a guy about working here to replace O … uh, to be the new sander.”
“Who you talkin' to? Anybody I know?”
“Layton Archer from Culpepper. You know him? He's worked on and off for Frank and seems like a good kid.”
“No, I don't think so.” I didn't know anybody from Culpepper; they were just some school twenty-five miles away that we played in sports now and then. I left the shop and then went to my other shop. The drugstore was peacefully quiet.
At the end of the day Tyler phoned me and asked, “Can I show you the sketches I drew?” And I said ok and he said, “They're at your place.” I should have seen that one coming. Of course he'd find a reason to go back to my place. Sometimes having blond hair and a cute ass is a distinct disadvantage.
The sketches, as he called them, were just that. Not a whole lot more than stick figure drawings of some dude, me I guess, except the figure was naked and in one maybe had an erection. “Where are the pictures you worked from?” I asked.
“On my phone.” When I demanded to see them he showed me. And yep, there I was lying on my bed naked and rolling around. “I tickled your feet to get you to roll into different positions. You never woke up. And then I kinda got horny and all and … you know the rest.”
“And you stuck your dick in my mouth.”
“Give me a break … I didn't force you to do anything. You liked it. You'd like to do it again. I can tell.”
“Yeah?”
“You're hard as a rock. I can see your dick from here!”
“I'm not that hard. It gets harder.” I tried to pat down the bulge in my jeans.
“I know,” Tyler said. He stared at me and squeezed his own jeans, showing me his bulge. “I'm gonna take a shower and then you're gonna take a shower and then we can try some new stuff.”
I came out from my shower and there he was, lying on my bed slowly strokin' his hardon. He licked his lips and stared at me, making me hard again. “Come on, sugar balls, fuck me,” he invited.
“Sugar balls?” That caught me by surprise. I giggled a little.
“”Yeah, you got nice ones. Come on ...” He began sucking on my balls and then my dick.
“Sugar balls,” I said again. It struck me funny.
He smiled. “Young, dumb, and full of cum. Get that lube out.”
Young and what? Ok, I'm not the brightest guy on the planet but he wasn't stroking my fur the right way at all. I'd fuck him, but it was gonna be my way.
“EASY!” he groaned and gasped when I entered him. I guess I could have used more lube. It didn't feel that great for me either; but after more complaints from Tyler we got into it.
I was slow fucking him doggy, and listening to him purr when suddenly Otis came into my mind. I knew this would have been so much better with Otis. Sugar balls. Jeez! Tyler was moaning and cooing, “I'm getting close. Keep fucking me. Slow just like that. Yeah, now a little faster. I'm close.”
Instead I pulled out abruptly. “Sugar balls!” I laughed out loud and he almost screamed.
“God! Put it back in!”
“Sorry. It's just so funny.” From somewhere I could hear Otis laughing, too.
“Put it in!” he demanded.
“Here, roll over. Let's try it a different way.” He complied. “Jeez, you're all wet. Did you come already?” I asked him
“I precum a lot when I get fucked,” he explained. “Put it back in, ok?”
“A lot? We almost need a bailing bucket here!”
“You're not helping things … put it back in. EEEYOW!!! EASY, I SAID!” He gasped for a while as he got used to missionary and then he tried to kiss me. I avoided him and pinned his arms to the bed while I resumed thrusting slowly. I kept it shallow so he'd get a lot of prostate massage. Before long I had him cooing and panting again.
“Yeah … so nice … keep doing that. AAAGH!” I sank the old pole deep and then resumed the shallow thrusts. “AAAGH!!” Again. “Oooow!” He was getting used to it.
“You likin' this?” I asked him.
“Oh yeah, baby … keep doing it … young, dumb, and full of … I'm getting close … almost there.” He gasped in pain as I pulled out. “Put it back in! Why did you do that?”
“I get young and full of come. Let's talk about the 'dumb' part,” I challenged him. “Just 'cause I don't call you apple ass or something clever, does that make me dumb?”
“No, no, put it back in … I'm so close.” And then, “OOPHST!” was his reply to my sudden full depth reinsertion.
I slow fucked him until he started cumming. He tried to grab his dick to stroke himself off but I kept his arms pinned to the bed. If you've never experienced one, a hands-free cum isn't actually all that great an orgasm especially when you get no friction at all. I pulled out the instant he started spurting and held his arms down.
It was one of the worst orgasms of his life, at least that's what he told me. I stayed in bed and listened to a lot of muttering and slamming things around as he dressed and packed up his sketches and then he was gone. Beautiful silence.
Ok, I only went to high school and didn't get really great grades, but I could have gone to Lord Fairfax or NoVaCoCo. That 'dumb' comment really pissed me off. I closed my eyes and saw Otis watching me and laughing. He loved the abbreviated name of Northern Virginia Community College. Said it sounded like a chocolate drink. Damn, I really miss him.
Rory,
I'm a bit mixed on my reactions to the chapter - not in a bad way.
Life goes on and the gang is heading back to almost full normalcy - including Tyler with his Commands to FUCK ME and strange interpretation of his relationships, aka "Rape". The sex was great.
I feel bad for Vicki. And Mike is wonderfully Mike.
I'm a bit mixed on my reactions to the chapter - not in a bad way.
Life goes on and the gang is heading back to almost full normalcy - including Tyler with his Commands to FUCK ME and strange interpretation of his relationships, aka "Rape". The sex was great.
I feel bad for Vicki. And Mike is wonderfully Mike.
Craiger
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Sad news as we all hoped there would be some trace of Otis. Sad for Vicky as well. I think she truly had found what she wanted in Otis.
Tyler really needs to learn the what constitutes rape before making accusations. Speaking of young, dumb, and full of cum. I think that fits him more than Vince. But his is young...
I wonder what "legal" problems Sarah has that is so hush hush?
Craiger
Tyler really needs to learn the what constitutes rape before making accusations. Speaking of young, dumb, and full of cum. I think that fits him more than Vince. But his is young...
I wonder what "legal" problems Sarah has that is so hush hush?
Craiger
EasyRory
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Chapter 44 was so short I combined it with Chapter 45 in a single post a page back.
EasyRory
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Chapter Fifty-Three - Frank
I can't imagine living a much quieter life. Things are nearly ideal now. I live on a pretty little farm. I already make enough money to be comfortable and I am as much in love with Refo as when I first met him; but sometimes it's plain hard to get a good night's sleep sometimes and I'm a much better carpenter on a good night's sleep.
So is it fair to say the place can be a zoo? Refo has this need for company; and his need is much greater than mine. Dinner now and then with Charlie and Jody, visits from Mike and whoever he's keeping around - that would come close to crowded for me. Refo, however, needs constant companionship and some of the companions are only marginally human.
Otis … ok, Otis was fun and I miss him, but what was his future ever going to be. He was barely holding it together and that was only because he lived in an artificial world that Refo and Mike rigged up for him and everybody else went along with it. Sweet boy, sexy boy if Vince and Vicki are right; but when you come down to it Merle has more brains. Now I know that's cruel to say, but it's was true. What if Vicki had borne that child? You would need a fairy tale author to imagine a happy ending to that caper. Charlie agrees with me; but Refo still gets weepy every time he thinks of it. Which is partly why I love him - he has a kind heart and thrives on chaos.
Take Sarah Felsen, for instance. Chaos on wheels. She has thrown away more life choices than most people ever see and she's only thirty-f ... thirty-something. She's awesomely bright. She had a promising research career, but she tossed it away. She could be a practicing physician; but she hates it - claims sick people are unattractive. She could be a business consultant – she's always giving Mike pecks of good advice. Boring, she says. She has had a good number of lovers in the four or five years I've known her, ideal men you might think. She doesn't. She has dumped more good-looking men than most girls ever see. Ok, some of them were gay and wouldn't have worked out; but still apparently they performed to her satisfaction for a while. That guy Lucien? He was hot … and rich – or at least he made a bunch of money. He lasted a couple of months. Except she now has taken up with a college kid, who's nice enough I guess, but she hates herself for it. Living with her is like living on flood plain. You never know what a good rain might bring to the door.
Her future is not limitless, however; and one possibility is a worry. I guess I'm the only one who knows except for Will and she has sworn me to secrecy. While Vicki got off clean, Sarah is pregnant. Again. The last time was so much trouble for her she moved in with us and never left. She was months getting over the trauma of the abortion and now she's getting desperate again. She's worried that another abortion could cause her more trouble, like never having another baby and she can't see any way to have the baby either. Troubles come in flocks I tell you.
“Sarah, you just said Will offered to marry you. What's the problem? Do it!”
“Are you kidding me? He's twenty something. And he looks younger sometimes. I took him to that rib place in Harrisonburg and they thought I was his mother! He then said to the waitress, 'I guess that makes me a motherfucker!' Marry him??”
“I don't know. He seems pretty responsible to me. Except for the motherfucker part.”
“And his … appetites. Twice a night isn't always enough!”
“But I thought you liked ...” Her withering glare made me rethink that comment. “Yes, I can see pregnancy might slow you down some.”
“Frank, I can't talk to Refo. I already know what he'd say. 'Have the baby, Sarah.' That's what he said the last time. That's what he'll say again. I'm talking to you because you're the only adult in the house.”
“Maybe you need to talk to Will?”
“He's no help. He wants to marry me.” She looked out the window in disgust.
“When?”
“Right now, if I say yes.”
“No, I mean when did he ask?”
“This is so weird. He asked the night we … Right when we were done he said to me, 'Sadie Linda,' that's what he calls me sometimes ... when the sex is good, actually he calls me that a lot, he said, 'Sadie Linda, I think we just made a baby. Will you marry me if we did?' And I brushed him off, but he said it again when I told him.”
“So marry him.” It sounded reasonable to me; she didn't agree.
“What could I possibly tell people in Brooklyn? Or even in Washington? I show up pregnant with a boy-husband who's barely legal. And they're all 'S up with that Sadie?' What could I say? What will they think?”
“Sarah, are you ever going to move back to Brooklyn?” She shook her head no. “Then why do you care what they think?” She looked up and I repeated it. “Let 'em think what they're gonna think. Why do you care?”
And then the next day, Will, who was obviously shook up over his circumstances and I gotta say looked about thirteen years old standing in my doorway, said to me “Thanks, Frank. I'm glad she talked to you. She hasn't said yes yet, but I think it's going to happen. Would you … will you be my best man? If she says yes, that is?”
“Sure thing, Will. I'd be glad to.” Impulsively he hugged me and I could tell one of the reasons Sarah Felsen liked him; he's a hot little bundle. “IF she says yes, Will.”
“What do you think would make her say yes?”
“To be honest, I think Refo could do it. If he went about it the right way.”
“What are the chances of that, you think?” Will looked skeptical.
I convinced Will that if we put it to Refo delicately, you know, that he should phrase it carefully, be careful of Sarah's feelings, maybe offer some kind of parable, some oblique approach, if we did all that, maybe even rehearsed his lines, that it could work.
“They have an odd love-hate relationship, but she'll listen to him.” I was convincing myself as well as Will.
“I know. One of her biggest problems was 'Refo will so laugh when he hears. I know he will. He will never let me forget it. There will be this look of triumph in his eyes every time we're alone.”
“Will, we have to try,” I told him and we went looking for Refo, gave him a glass of wine, and danced around the topic.
“What are you two getting at?” he asked with a grin on his face. I love that grin.
“We'd … I'd like you to talk to Sarah about ...” Will began.
“I already did,” Refo said. “She came blowing into the kitchen a couple mornings ago and went right for a glass of water to take some pills.” Refo paused; he can be a real ham sometimes.
“And …??” Will prodded.
“And I said, 'You're pregnant.' She said nothing, just glared at me. And I said, 'Marry him.' And she still glared and drank the rest of the water. And I said, 'It'll be the smartest thing you've ever done. Marry him.' And she took a deep breath and said, 'Ok.' So go ask her again and she'll say yes. Now, what did you two want me to do?”
“Pretty much just that, Reef,” I said to him. When Will was gone, I kissed Refo and he responded the way he always does. Sensibly he suggested we go to the bedroom and when the sex was over I asked him, “Why'd you want to go to the bedroom? I thought you'd be happy with the kitchen floor.” I was joking; while we had used the kitchen a couple of times, it had happened lately.
“We still have three house guests, Frank. Good hosts to not fuck in front of their guests.”
“Three … you know I do miss Otis.”
“Well … you know … speaking of the empty bed … what if I ask Antonio Iaconi to stay for the opening of the art show.” He saw that I needed more. “Tyler has broadened his offering to include some paintings of Vince. Did you know? And Antonio was another model of his … at William and Mary … and Brent and Charles added three paintings of him … so I've kind of invited him to stay here for the opening. If we get Vince to go, we'll have two of the three models present in the flesh. Not Otis, of course. And he's the star of the show.” Refo paused to dab at his eyes. “But we'll have two … and Brent said it would be helpful to the critics to be able to compare the paintings to the actual models. So I've invited him.”
“Antonio, huh? Wasn't the guy at school who raped Tyler called Tony?”
“Yes, it's the same guy. Tyler says it won't be a problem.”
“No problem, huh? You know he'll have to sleep with Tyler.”
“Won't be the first time,” Refo said. “If Tyler says no problem and Tony's willing, who are we to ...”
“I think I want to check with Charlie and see what our legal responsibilities as hosts are. You know, in case of another run-in?”
“You know I like a lot of people around. Especially with Otis gone. It'll be ok. Tyler said no problem.”
“Refo, Tyler lies.”
I can't imagine living a much quieter life. Things are nearly ideal now. I live on a pretty little farm. I already make enough money to be comfortable and I am as much in love with Refo as when I first met him; but sometimes it's plain hard to get a good night's sleep sometimes and I'm a much better carpenter on a good night's sleep.
So is it fair to say the place can be a zoo? Refo has this need for company; and his need is much greater than mine. Dinner now and then with Charlie and Jody, visits from Mike and whoever he's keeping around - that would come close to crowded for me. Refo, however, needs constant companionship and some of the companions are only marginally human.
Otis … ok, Otis was fun and I miss him, but what was his future ever going to be. He was barely holding it together and that was only because he lived in an artificial world that Refo and Mike rigged up for him and everybody else went along with it. Sweet boy, sexy boy if Vince and Vicki are right; but when you come down to it Merle has more brains. Now I know that's cruel to say, but it's was true. What if Vicki had borne that child? You would need a fairy tale author to imagine a happy ending to that caper. Charlie agrees with me; but Refo still gets weepy every time he thinks of it. Which is partly why I love him - he has a kind heart and thrives on chaos.
Take Sarah Felsen, for instance. Chaos on wheels. She has thrown away more life choices than most people ever see and she's only thirty-f ... thirty-something. She's awesomely bright. She had a promising research career, but she tossed it away. She could be a practicing physician; but she hates it - claims sick people are unattractive. She could be a business consultant – she's always giving Mike pecks of good advice. Boring, she says. She has had a good number of lovers in the four or five years I've known her, ideal men you might think. She doesn't. She has dumped more good-looking men than most girls ever see. Ok, some of them were gay and wouldn't have worked out; but still apparently they performed to her satisfaction for a while. That guy Lucien? He was hot … and rich – or at least he made a bunch of money. He lasted a couple of months. Except she now has taken up with a college kid, who's nice enough I guess, but she hates herself for it. Living with her is like living on flood plain. You never know what a good rain might bring to the door.
Her future is not limitless, however; and one possibility is a worry. I guess I'm the only one who knows except for Will and she has sworn me to secrecy. While Vicki got off clean, Sarah is pregnant. Again. The last time was so much trouble for her she moved in with us and never left. She was months getting over the trauma of the abortion and now she's getting desperate again. She's worried that another abortion could cause her more trouble, like never having another baby and she can't see any way to have the baby either. Troubles come in flocks I tell you.
“Sarah, you just said Will offered to marry you. What's the problem? Do it!”
“Are you kidding me? He's twenty something. And he looks younger sometimes. I took him to that rib place in Harrisonburg and they thought I was his mother! He then said to the waitress, 'I guess that makes me a motherfucker!' Marry him??”
“I don't know. He seems pretty responsible to me. Except for the motherfucker part.”
“And his … appetites. Twice a night isn't always enough!”
“But I thought you liked ...” Her withering glare made me rethink that comment. “Yes, I can see pregnancy might slow you down some.”
“Frank, I can't talk to Refo. I already know what he'd say. 'Have the baby, Sarah.' That's what he said the last time. That's what he'll say again. I'm talking to you because you're the only adult in the house.”
“Maybe you need to talk to Will?”
“He's no help. He wants to marry me.” She looked out the window in disgust.
“When?”
“Right now, if I say yes.”
“No, I mean when did he ask?”
“This is so weird. He asked the night we … Right when we were done he said to me, 'Sadie Linda,' that's what he calls me sometimes ... when the sex is good, actually he calls me that a lot, he said, 'Sadie Linda, I think we just made a baby. Will you marry me if we did?' And I brushed him off, but he said it again when I told him.”
“So marry him.” It sounded reasonable to me; she didn't agree.
“What could I possibly tell people in Brooklyn? Or even in Washington? I show up pregnant with a boy-husband who's barely legal. And they're all 'S up with that Sadie?' What could I say? What will they think?”
“Sarah, are you ever going to move back to Brooklyn?” She shook her head no. “Then why do you care what they think?” She looked up and I repeated it. “Let 'em think what they're gonna think. Why do you care?”
And then the next day, Will, who was obviously shook up over his circumstances and I gotta say looked about thirteen years old standing in my doorway, said to me “Thanks, Frank. I'm glad she talked to you. She hasn't said yes yet, but I think it's going to happen. Would you … will you be my best man? If she says yes, that is?”
“Sure thing, Will. I'd be glad to.” Impulsively he hugged me and I could tell one of the reasons Sarah Felsen liked him; he's a hot little bundle. “IF she says yes, Will.”
“What do you think would make her say yes?”
“To be honest, I think Refo could do it. If he went about it the right way.”
“What are the chances of that, you think?” Will looked skeptical.
I convinced Will that if we put it to Refo delicately, you know, that he should phrase it carefully, be careful of Sarah's feelings, maybe offer some kind of parable, some oblique approach, if we did all that, maybe even rehearsed his lines, that it could work.
“They have an odd love-hate relationship, but she'll listen to him.” I was convincing myself as well as Will.
“I know. One of her biggest problems was 'Refo will so laugh when he hears. I know he will. He will never let me forget it. There will be this look of triumph in his eyes every time we're alone.”
“Will, we have to try,” I told him and we went looking for Refo, gave him a glass of wine, and danced around the topic.
“What are you two getting at?” he asked with a grin on his face. I love that grin.
“We'd … I'd like you to talk to Sarah about ...” Will began.
“I already did,” Refo said. “She came blowing into the kitchen a couple mornings ago and went right for a glass of water to take some pills.” Refo paused; he can be a real ham sometimes.
“And …??” Will prodded.
“And I said, 'You're pregnant.' She said nothing, just glared at me. And I said, 'Marry him.' And she still glared and drank the rest of the water. And I said, 'It'll be the smartest thing you've ever done. Marry him.' And she took a deep breath and said, 'Ok.' So go ask her again and she'll say yes. Now, what did you two want me to do?”
“Pretty much just that, Reef,” I said to him. When Will was gone, I kissed Refo and he responded the way he always does. Sensibly he suggested we go to the bedroom and when the sex was over I asked him, “Why'd you want to go to the bedroom? I thought you'd be happy with the kitchen floor.” I was joking; while we had used the kitchen a couple of times, it had happened lately.
“We still have three house guests, Frank. Good hosts to not fuck in front of their guests.”
“Three … you know I do miss Otis.”
“Well … you know … speaking of the empty bed … what if I ask Antonio Iaconi to stay for the opening of the art show.” He saw that I needed more. “Tyler has broadened his offering to include some paintings of Vince. Did you know? And Antonio was another model of his … at William and Mary … and Brent and Charles added three paintings of him … so I've kind of invited him to stay here for the opening. If we get Vince to go, we'll have two of the three models present in the flesh. Not Otis, of course. And he's the star of the show.” Refo paused to dab at his eyes. “But we'll have two … and Brent said it would be helpful to the critics to be able to compare the paintings to the actual models. So I've invited him.”
“Antonio, huh? Wasn't the guy at school who raped Tyler called Tony?”
“Yes, it's the same guy. Tyler says it won't be a problem.”
“No problem, huh? You know he'll have to sleep with Tyler.”
“Won't be the first time,” Refo said. “If Tyler says no problem and Tony's willing, who are we to ...”
“I think I want to check with Charlie and see what our legal responsibilities as hosts are. You know, in case of another run-in?”
“You know I like a lot of people around. Especially with Otis gone. It'll be ok. Tyler said no problem.”
“Refo, Tyler lies.”
Another notable quote by our fantastic author. They just keep coming. Great job, Rory.
EasyRory
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bc, you are too kind. Nevertheless, thanks.
Rory,
The chapter hit me fairly hard. Frank presents an objective view - from one standing just outside the thick of it.
His analysis is spot on - not that I want him to be 100% correct. Otis still hurts.
Let us see if Sarah carries through with the marriage to Will - and here's hoping it goes well, by and large. It won't be a complete bed of roses or, maybe it will be, complete with the thorns.
Franks placid domicile may never be the same with Refo's social needs. They're both great guys.
I'm wondering how the Tony/Tyler at the barn will go -will Tyler accept that rape might not be completely and accurate word?
Will Tony open up for Tyler so they're on a more even footing with one another?
One can only guess at this point.
It was a good chapter - and I am looking forward to the Art Show. Just a little bit melancholy - and I probably will be for awhile.
The chapter hit me fairly hard. Frank presents an objective view - from one standing just outside the thick of it.
His analysis is spot on - not that I want him to be 100% correct. Otis still hurts.
Let us see if Sarah carries through with the marriage to Will - and here's hoping it goes well, by and large. It won't be a complete bed of roses or, maybe it will be, complete with the thorns.
Franks placid domicile may never be the same with Refo's social needs. They're both great guys.
I'm wondering how the Tony/Tyler at the barn will go -will Tyler accept that rape might not be completely and accurate word?
Will Tony open up for Tyler so they're on a more even footing with one another?
One can only guess at this point.
It was a good chapter - and I am looking forward to the Art Show. Just a little bit melancholy - and I probably will be for awhile.
Craiger
JUB Addict
What a insightful chapter, Rory. Frank, being the "only adult", obviously has a slightly different take on what most of us think of Otis, but I think he was kind in his own way. Otis just seemed to be such a unique person.
I do hope Sarah owns up to her responsibility and marries Will. What an exciting triad that will be...
Now if we can just control Tyler until after the Art Showing. It will be interesting to see how Vince and Tony hit it off. Maybe the Art Show will be even more successful if the two models are in their "modeling attire."
I'm beginning to miss Roy. He's been too busy at school. Time for a break.
Craiger
I do hope Sarah owns up to her responsibility and marries Will. What an exciting triad that will be...
Now if we can just control Tyler until after the Art Showing. It will be interesting to see how Vince and Tony hit it off. Maybe the Art Show will be even more successful if the two models are in their "modeling attire."
I'm beginning to miss Roy. He's been too busy at school. Time for a break.
Craiger