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The word was out…I was the first one to tell Shawn about what Lukas and I had done and I had hoped somehow for his reaction to be a bit harsher. I had fully expected that he would want to hit me or to punch a wall or something but he just cracked a very small smile as this blank look appeared in his eyes and slowly as if it were a dream he walked to me and cupped my face in his strong and soft hands and kissed my forehead. After the kiss had ended he dropped his hands to his side and walked from our room where I was standing and I could hear his footsteps walking slowly down into the basement.
I let out a huge gust of air, not realizing that I was holding my breath really. Frozen in panic and in fear I didn’t move from my standing point for what seemed like an eternity. The ticking of the clock on the wall sounded as if it was going to break out of the clock frame and join an orchestra because to me right now, it was sounding like a slow drum beat. What had I just done?
Eventually I snapped out of my trance and the hazy feeling had left me. I no longer felt confused or lost but the great feeling of guilt had crept into my head and I threw myself onto the bed where I began to cry so very hard but not before putting my face into the pillow so that maybe Shawn wouldn’t have to hear me. I didn’t want him to see me and I just wanted to vanish or slip into a dimension of nothingness and just die.
The ticking on the clock became a pattern that I began to focus on and slowly my sobs stopped and I just laid there in my bed as I watched the other digital clock change from minute to minute as if it were an eternity of time. I don’t know when it hit me; that feeling as if something was horribly wrong or that feeling you might get when you hear someone has died, but I suddenly had this tremendous feeling inside of me that made me want to stand up and walk into the streets of downtown Boston and stand in the road until a car smashed into me and killed me. I didn’t even have the energy to stand though…and then I realized that I was loosing consciousness and I allowed the sorrow filled night of sleep to take me away into unpleasant dreams of death and loneliness.
The warmth of someone next to me was a huge surprise as I stirred awake in the middle of some horrible dream. I was suddenly worried but not sure about what. I looked at the digital clock and it read 4:52 A.M. as I slowly turned over to see Shawn lying next to me. I was confused now more than ever really. Why would he want to even sleep with me after…after I betrayed him? I half expected Lucas to be the one next to me more so than Shawn in all reality but there he was; his eyes shut tight and his arms still clutching onto me even after I turned. I wanted to get up and run or something but just as I was about to go, I felt his arms grab onto me tighter.
“Don’t go,” he said as I froze in shock, not knowing what to think really. It was like a child was calling to their parent for them to not leave the room because of the shadowy boogey men that were surly hiding away in the darkness. I smelled the aroma of alcohol suddenly and I realized why Shawn had come to bed on this night. He wasn’t thinking straight.
I came closer to Shawn and he was ever so willing to pull at me closer as if I were the teddy bear. I then noticed the next thing that I hadn’t before; his pillow was drenched with his tears. I lay my head right next to his and I looked into his eyes that the moon light was allowing me to see on this exceptionally bright early morning. “Don’t ever leave me,” he said as he slid his head and nuzzled it into my chest where I placed my hand over his head as if to comfort a child.
My heart suddenly had its ice of fear begin to melt as I let it all go…I just let it all out and with my hands I comforted my love as he cried the bitter tears of this trial of mixed agony and love. His hands wrapped around me as if I were his life preserver. He changed the position of his face on my chest suddenly but then resumed his crying; laying my head low enough I pressed my cheek onto his matted hair and breathed it in deeply. The smell of my husband was always relaxing to me but right now it was more like a drug that I needed to have but not to relax…to survive.
For about an hour I held onto Shawn and then he fell asleep cuddled deeply and compassionately with our bodies wound around each other like a tangle. I didn’t care how I felt right now…I only cared for how I treated Shawn from now on. How could I be so lucky to have won his heart to begin with? I’m just a nobody…as I always thought I was yet still Shawn loved me very much and I loved him in return. Despite of all of this, he was there next to me, naked and exposed with the bitter future ahead of us, whatever it may be.
In the late morning when I woke up I saw him laying there still and quiet and asleep. I felt as if I was a war torn ship at sea and I was now stranded in the ocean hoping that someone could swing by and mend my broken bow and repair my mast. I felt as if the storm had past but the wounds were still there and although they couldn’t be seen, the TITANIC was sinking from wounds just below the surface. There was a great deal of relief even still. We had made it through the night alive and the love of my life was still next to me.
I watched as he lay on his back as he breathed out and I admired his body for a moment. His chest as he has been working out was more toned than ever and his abs was very well chiseled to. His beautiful face; so tan and naturally angelic looking as ever had its perfectly shaped features that I had enjoyed touching and holding in all of my days of my life together with him. I reached out and gently ran my fingers through his hair and then across his stomach where his happy trail lead down to his crowned jewels.
“That tickles,” Shawn whispered just barely loud enough for me to hear but since I was paying a lot of attention to him I froze as if I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar. His hand wrapped around mine warmly and he opened his eyes and looked deeply into my soul. I say his sorrow and I say his joy all at the same time. A tear began to well up in my eyes and Shawn was quick to wipe it away with his finger.
“I still love you Mark and I always will,” came the voice of an angel, my guardian angel right next to me. Instinctively we moved closer to each other and then we kissed. It was a quick kiss but it assured me that maybe the ship wasn’t sinking after all…but I knew that it still needed mending.
“How could you love me,” I asked with full intention to be a bit louder than I had been but my voice was cracked with a dry fear. His hand softly slid over my cheek and he pulled in again and kissed me. “Forgive yourself or your going to hurt me,” he said as I could see it in his eyes that he really meant it. How could he think that I had any right to forgive myself? I was guilty point blank.
I turned away from Shawn as I couldn’t stand looking into that face…that beautiful face of brilliance and compassion and forgiveness. I was so angry at myself that I had made up my mind that I was going to get up and walk outside and get into the car and just drive until I couldn’t go anymore. I was beginning to swing my legs off the bed when Shawn grabbed a hold of my hand and tightened his grip. He didn’t hold onto my legs as they swung over the edge but as I turned to look back, I saw his face. His hand tightened around mine even more.
“You don’t deserve what I did to you Shawn. Let me just go away and you won’t have to deal with my shit anymore.” Shawn tugged at me pretty hard and I fell onto the bed and on top of him. I was getting pretty mad now and I really wanted to leave the room before I exploded like a over filled balloon but I found that I was frozen on top of Shawn who held fast onto my back with his strong arms. I struggled a little bit and broke free and stood up out of the bed.
I quickly grabbed up a shirt and was about to put it on but Shawn who quickly jumped out of bed tore it out of my hands and tossed it on the floor. Now I was getting a little bit pissed here. “Let me go,” I said pretty loudly as I stiffened as if I was preparing to fight him if he wouldn’t let me go. “No,” he said as he reached out to take my hand but I batted his hand away. I was breathing pretty hard at this point when I realized that so was he. His chest of muscle and his strong arms were in a defensive posture, not in an attack posture though. I tried running past him as I snagged a shirt from the dresser as I slid out into the hallway but Shawn was quickly upon my tracks.
I was turned around and pinned against the wall and I tried my best to make him let me go and squirmed a bit even but he held me there pretty tightly. I looked into his eyes with rage now as I was sick of being pinned against the wall and then suddenly another figure stepped into view from around the hallway. Lucas was in his boxers just staring at us as if he was wondering if he should call the police or run for cover.
Shawn let go of his tight grip and backed up from me as we both looked at Lucas who was obviously beginning to cry. Something inside of me snapped as if I was to blame for all of this and I instantly wanted to comfort Lucas. I softened up all within seconds as I reached out with my hand towards Lucas but he shook his head quickly and ran away and I listened as I heard his door slam. Shawn and I both stood there for about 30 seconds; regaining our breath from our brief struggle we just had that nearly turned violent.
We both tuned into every noise we heard from Lucas and my feet had a mind of their own as I was carried into the entertainment room where we had a pool table and where the exit to our house was just in enough time to see Lucas bolt out of the door. “Lucas wait,” I screamed as I opened the door too late as he sprinted down the block with nothing more than his freshly clothed body. Shawn was right behind me but I didn’t even notice that he was standing there until I turned around quickly to get dressed and go after Lucas. As I turned and began to run, I ran right into Shawn who grabbed my arms and looked at me. “Let him go,” he said to me very sternly. “It’s not safe out there, he’s gonna get himself killed,” I said as I gently broke free from his soft grip and walked into my room which was around the corner.
“Lucas is a smart boy, let him take some time to vent,” Shawn said very excitedly with a tad bit of panic as well. I still continued to put on some pants and the rest of my cloths and so did Shawn but he didn’t seem to be in too much of a hurry to go and bring Lucas back. As I was getting ready to walk out of the doorway from my room, Shawn stood fully clothed as well just waiting for me to stop. He had that look in his eyes and he was also blocking the door way.
“Please move out of the way so I can get Lucas,” I said through gritted teeth now. Shawn shifted and folded his arms but then suddenly stood sideways allowing me the space to walk by. I angrily walked past Shawn half expecting him to grab me or stop me but he didn’t. I marched my way proudly around the corner and into the kitchen where I then turned into the entertainment room where I froze at the door and just gazed out into the new day.
The sun was pretty high in the sky and our neighbor Grant Franco was walking by which I knew well and he waved at me but when I didn’t wave back he quickly looked away and continued about his business. I wanted to go out and get into the car and drive and grab Lucas and make him stay put where he was safe. I wanted to stop him from leaving ever again. I had made a promise to keep him safe and I wasn’t about to break that promise.
Then in all the same moment another thought entered into my head. How selfish could I possibly be right now? I wanted to go out and grab Lucas and force him to stay home. I wanted to make sure that he was safe and that I had control of the situation. How would I like it though if I wasn’t allowed to run away when something wasn’t right? How would it feel if Shawn had pinned me down and tied me up in my moment of chaos? My plans had all slipped away now as everything about what I was about to do was trashed when I realized that Lucas is just as free as Shawn or I.
If I went out now and forced Lucas to come back, I would only be hurting the situation and I wasn’t ready to deal with that. I needed to heal but with Lucas gone and Shawn still unpredictable, healing was something much like an impossible motive.
As I escaped downstairs after the earlier morning events, I found myself miserably laying on the huge soft couch in the relaxation room with Shawn sitting at my side saying nothing. Two hours had passed by and neither of us said a word to each other but neither of us could say anything to each other right now. Shawn had gathered that I knew about him and Lucas already, that was clear but not a word of it seemed important in comparison to what I had done with Lucas.
Into the first hour of Shawn sitting next to me I scooted closer to him and I held onto his hand with a great deal of numb pain echoing into eternity. Shawn eventually laid down on the oversized large couch that was nearly the size of a bed. We looked into each other’s eyes and there was nothing left to do. “I’m sorry Mark…I’m sorry that I haven’t been truthful with you about Lucas,” I stopped him as I placed a single finger on his lips. “Don’t say sorry,” I said as a tear came into my eyes and I smiled wincing at the odd moment of apologies. I quickly kissed his lips and held tightly onto his hand as I stared down at my wedding band. I pulled up our two joined hands and I kissed both of our rings and then laid them back down gently beside the two of us.
“This is only step one,” I said as I broke the silence yet again. Shawn nodded in a approval once and with his free hand he cupped our two joined hands. “We can do this Mark,” he said with a very hopeful voice and he held tightly onto our hands accompanied by a brief smile of assurance. “What do we do now,” I asked as if I were the child now; hoping that Shawn would have a magical answer to make all the problems go away.
“What does Lucas mean to you,” I asked suddenly without thinking. The question didn’t seem to make Shawn flinch as if he expected this conversation to take place earlier. “I love him of course but not like I love you,” he quickly responded. That was fair enough. “I feel the same,” were the next words that flew out of my moth as if I couldn’t hold it back. Shawn and I both laid there looking at each other as if we had to make a critical decision about something and then Shawn cracked a huge smile and laughed. “What could be so funny right now,” I asked him, concerned if something was horribly wrong. Shawn looked at me with a wicked smile and began.
“Well, the harm is done and both of us are guilty. There isn’t much room to hurt each other anymore I suppose,” he said but then his smile widened even more as if he had something really explosive to say. “What would you say to resolving this issue in a way that would be less harmful than a total meltdown?” I shook my head yes of course. “Well that sounds like the best thing,” I chimed in with a hint of laughter and nervous anxiety building up because I think I knew what he was going to ask for. “With all of this tension in the house right now, you could cut it with a butter knife,” he goofily sputtered as he sat up and so did I. “How do you feel about a threesome.” My jaw dropped open from both surprise and disbelief even though I had been thinking of it a time or two in my fantasies in the past.
I stood up and looked around the room and then back at Shawn who still had this huge devious grin like he was up to no good. It almost reminded me of the day I spray painted on his mansion back in Kansas…the first day Shawn and I met. “That is one hell of an interesting idea,” I said as a smile spread across my face…pondering. So much for a prolonged feud...
I let out a huge gust of air, not realizing that I was holding my breath really. Frozen in panic and in fear I didn’t move from my standing point for what seemed like an eternity. The ticking of the clock on the wall sounded as if it was going to break out of the clock frame and join an orchestra because to me right now, it was sounding like a slow drum beat. What had I just done?
Eventually I snapped out of my trance and the hazy feeling had left me. I no longer felt confused or lost but the great feeling of guilt had crept into my head and I threw myself onto the bed where I began to cry so very hard but not before putting my face into the pillow so that maybe Shawn wouldn’t have to hear me. I didn’t want him to see me and I just wanted to vanish or slip into a dimension of nothingness and just die.
The ticking on the clock became a pattern that I began to focus on and slowly my sobs stopped and I just laid there in my bed as I watched the other digital clock change from minute to minute as if it were an eternity of time. I don’t know when it hit me; that feeling as if something was horribly wrong or that feeling you might get when you hear someone has died, but I suddenly had this tremendous feeling inside of me that made me want to stand up and walk into the streets of downtown Boston and stand in the road until a car smashed into me and killed me. I didn’t even have the energy to stand though…and then I realized that I was loosing consciousness and I allowed the sorrow filled night of sleep to take me away into unpleasant dreams of death and loneliness.
The warmth of someone next to me was a huge surprise as I stirred awake in the middle of some horrible dream. I was suddenly worried but not sure about what. I looked at the digital clock and it read 4:52 A.M. as I slowly turned over to see Shawn lying next to me. I was confused now more than ever really. Why would he want to even sleep with me after…after I betrayed him? I half expected Lucas to be the one next to me more so than Shawn in all reality but there he was; his eyes shut tight and his arms still clutching onto me even after I turned. I wanted to get up and run or something but just as I was about to go, I felt his arms grab onto me tighter.
“Don’t go,” he said as I froze in shock, not knowing what to think really. It was like a child was calling to their parent for them to not leave the room because of the shadowy boogey men that were surly hiding away in the darkness. I smelled the aroma of alcohol suddenly and I realized why Shawn had come to bed on this night. He wasn’t thinking straight.
I came closer to Shawn and he was ever so willing to pull at me closer as if I were the teddy bear. I then noticed the next thing that I hadn’t before; his pillow was drenched with his tears. I lay my head right next to his and I looked into his eyes that the moon light was allowing me to see on this exceptionally bright early morning. “Don’t ever leave me,” he said as he slid his head and nuzzled it into my chest where I placed my hand over his head as if to comfort a child.
My heart suddenly had its ice of fear begin to melt as I let it all go…I just let it all out and with my hands I comforted my love as he cried the bitter tears of this trial of mixed agony and love. His hands wrapped around me as if I were his life preserver. He changed the position of his face on my chest suddenly but then resumed his crying; laying my head low enough I pressed my cheek onto his matted hair and breathed it in deeply. The smell of my husband was always relaxing to me but right now it was more like a drug that I needed to have but not to relax…to survive.
For about an hour I held onto Shawn and then he fell asleep cuddled deeply and compassionately with our bodies wound around each other like a tangle. I didn’t care how I felt right now…I only cared for how I treated Shawn from now on. How could I be so lucky to have won his heart to begin with? I’m just a nobody…as I always thought I was yet still Shawn loved me very much and I loved him in return. Despite of all of this, he was there next to me, naked and exposed with the bitter future ahead of us, whatever it may be.
In the late morning when I woke up I saw him laying there still and quiet and asleep. I felt as if I was a war torn ship at sea and I was now stranded in the ocean hoping that someone could swing by and mend my broken bow and repair my mast. I felt as if the storm had past but the wounds were still there and although they couldn’t be seen, the TITANIC was sinking from wounds just below the surface. There was a great deal of relief even still. We had made it through the night alive and the love of my life was still next to me.
I watched as he lay on his back as he breathed out and I admired his body for a moment. His chest as he has been working out was more toned than ever and his abs was very well chiseled to. His beautiful face; so tan and naturally angelic looking as ever had its perfectly shaped features that I had enjoyed touching and holding in all of my days of my life together with him. I reached out and gently ran my fingers through his hair and then across his stomach where his happy trail lead down to his crowned jewels.
“That tickles,” Shawn whispered just barely loud enough for me to hear but since I was paying a lot of attention to him I froze as if I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar. His hand wrapped around mine warmly and he opened his eyes and looked deeply into my soul. I say his sorrow and I say his joy all at the same time. A tear began to well up in my eyes and Shawn was quick to wipe it away with his finger.
“I still love you Mark and I always will,” came the voice of an angel, my guardian angel right next to me. Instinctively we moved closer to each other and then we kissed. It was a quick kiss but it assured me that maybe the ship wasn’t sinking after all…but I knew that it still needed mending.
“How could you love me,” I asked with full intention to be a bit louder than I had been but my voice was cracked with a dry fear. His hand softly slid over my cheek and he pulled in again and kissed me. “Forgive yourself or your going to hurt me,” he said as I could see it in his eyes that he really meant it. How could he think that I had any right to forgive myself? I was guilty point blank.
I turned away from Shawn as I couldn’t stand looking into that face…that beautiful face of brilliance and compassion and forgiveness. I was so angry at myself that I had made up my mind that I was going to get up and walk outside and get into the car and just drive until I couldn’t go anymore. I was beginning to swing my legs off the bed when Shawn grabbed a hold of my hand and tightened his grip. He didn’t hold onto my legs as they swung over the edge but as I turned to look back, I saw his face. His hand tightened around mine even more.
“You don’t deserve what I did to you Shawn. Let me just go away and you won’t have to deal with my shit anymore.” Shawn tugged at me pretty hard and I fell onto the bed and on top of him. I was getting pretty mad now and I really wanted to leave the room before I exploded like a over filled balloon but I found that I was frozen on top of Shawn who held fast onto my back with his strong arms. I struggled a little bit and broke free and stood up out of the bed.
I quickly grabbed up a shirt and was about to put it on but Shawn who quickly jumped out of bed tore it out of my hands and tossed it on the floor. Now I was getting a little bit pissed here. “Let me go,” I said pretty loudly as I stiffened as if I was preparing to fight him if he wouldn’t let me go. “No,” he said as he reached out to take my hand but I batted his hand away. I was breathing pretty hard at this point when I realized that so was he. His chest of muscle and his strong arms were in a defensive posture, not in an attack posture though. I tried running past him as I snagged a shirt from the dresser as I slid out into the hallway but Shawn was quickly upon my tracks.
I was turned around and pinned against the wall and I tried my best to make him let me go and squirmed a bit even but he held me there pretty tightly. I looked into his eyes with rage now as I was sick of being pinned against the wall and then suddenly another figure stepped into view from around the hallway. Lucas was in his boxers just staring at us as if he was wondering if he should call the police or run for cover.
Shawn let go of his tight grip and backed up from me as we both looked at Lucas who was obviously beginning to cry. Something inside of me snapped as if I was to blame for all of this and I instantly wanted to comfort Lucas. I softened up all within seconds as I reached out with my hand towards Lucas but he shook his head quickly and ran away and I listened as I heard his door slam. Shawn and I both stood there for about 30 seconds; regaining our breath from our brief struggle we just had that nearly turned violent.
We both tuned into every noise we heard from Lucas and my feet had a mind of their own as I was carried into the entertainment room where we had a pool table and where the exit to our house was just in enough time to see Lucas bolt out of the door. “Lucas wait,” I screamed as I opened the door too late as he sprinted down the block with nothing more than his freshly clothed body. Shawn was right behind me but I didn’t even notice that he was standing there until I turned around quickly to get dressed and go after Lucas. As I turned and began to run, I ran right into Shawn who grabbed my arms and looked at me. “Let him go,” he said to me very sternly. “It’s not safe out there, he’s gonna get himself killed,” I said as I gently broke free from his soft grip and walked into my room which was around the corner.
“Lucas is a smart boy, let him take some time to vent,” Shawn said very excitedly with a tad bit of panic as well. I still continued to put on some pants and the rest of my cloths and so did Shawn but he didn’t seem to be in too much of a hurry to go and bring Lucas back. As I was getting ready to walk out of the doorway from my room, Shawn stood fully clothed as well just waiting for me to stop. He had that look in his eyes and he was also blocking the door way.
“Please move out of the way so I can get Lucas,” I said through gritted teeth now. Shawn shifted and folded his arms but then suddenly stood sideways allowing me the space to walk by. I angrily walked past Shawn half expecting him to grab me or stop me but he didn’t. I marched my way proudly around the corner and into the kitchen where I then turned into the entertainment room where I froze at the door and just gazed out into the new day.
The sun was pretty high in the sky and our neighbor Grant Franco was walking by which I knew well and he waved at me but when I didn’t wave back he quickly looked away and continued about his business. I wanted to go out and get into the car and drive and grab Lucas and make him stay put where he was safe. I wanted to stop him from leaving ever again. I had made a promise to keep him safe and I wasn’t about to break that promise.
Then in all the same moment another thought entered into my head. How selfish could I possibly be right now? I wanted to go out and grab Lucas and force him to stay home. I wanted to make sure that he was safe and that I had control of the situation. How would I like it though if I wasn’t allowed to run away when something wasn’t right? How would it feel if Shawn had pinned me down and tied me up in my moment of chaos? My plans had all slipped away now as everything about what I was about to do was trashed when I realized that Lucas is just as free as Shawn or I.
If I went out now and forced Lucas to come back, I would only be hurting the situation and I wasn’t ready to deal with that. I needed to heal but with Lucas gone and Shawn still unpredictable, healing was something much like an impossible motive.
As I escaped downstairs after the earlier morning events, I found myself miserably laying on the huge soft couch in the relaxation room with Shawn sitting at my side saying nothing. Two hours had passed by and neither of us said a word to each other but neither of us could say anything to each other right now. Shawn had gathered that I knew about him and Lucas already, that was clear but not a word of it seemed important in comparison to what I had done with Lucas.
Into the first hour of Shawn sitting next to me I scooted closer to him and I held onto his hand with a great deal of numb pain echoing into eternity. Shawn eventually laid down on the oversized large couch that was nearly the size of a bed. We looked into each other’s eyes and there was nothing left to do. “I’m sorry Mark…I’m sorry that I haven’t been truthful with you about Lucas,” I stopped him as I placed a single finger on his lips. “Don’t say sorry,” I said as a tear came into my eyes and I smiled wincing at the odd moment of apologies. I quickly kissed his lips and held tightly onto his hand as I stared down at my wedding band. I pulled up our two joined hands and I kissed both of our rings and then laid them back down gently beside the two of us.
“This is only step one,” I said as I broke the silence yet again. Shawn nodded in a approval once and with his free hand he cupped our two joined hands. “We can do this Mark,” he said with a very hopeful voice and he held tightly onto our hands accompanied by a brief smile of assurance. “What do we do now,” I asked as if I were the child now; hoping that Shawn would have a magical answer to make all the problems go away.
“What does Lucas mean to you,” I asked suddenly without thinking. The question didn’t seem to make Shawn flinch as if he expected this conversation to take place earlier. “I love him of course but not like I love you,” he quickly responded. That was fair enough. “I feel the same,” were the next words that flew out of my moth as if I couldn’t hold it back. Shawn and I both laid there looking at each other as if we had to make a critical decision about something and then Shawn cracked a huge smile and laughed. “What could be so funny right now,” I asked him, concerned if something was horribly wrong. Shawn looked at me with a wicked smile and began.
“Well, the harm is done and both of us are guilty. There isn’t much room to hurt each other anymore I suppose,” he said but then his smile widened even more as if he had something really explosive to say. “What would you say to resolving this issue in a way that would be less harmful than a total meltdown?” I shook my head yes of course. “Well that sounds like the best thing,” I chimed in with a hint of laughter and nervous anxiety building up because I think I knew what he was going to ask for. “With all of this tension in the house right now, you could cut it with a butter knife,” he goofily sputtered as he sat up and so did I. “How do you feel about a threesome.” My jaw dropped open from both surprise and disbelief even though I had been thinking of it a time or two in my fantasies in the past.
I stood up and looked around the room and then back at Shawn who still had this huge devious grin like he was up to no good. It almost reminded me of the day I spray painted on his mansion back in Kansas…the first day Shawn and I met. “That is one hell of an interesting idea,” I said as a smile spread across my face…pondering. So much for a prolonged feud...
