Date: Mon, 31 Oct 2011 22:03:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nurse and the Patient, Part 23

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of
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Mark Stevens



This chapter is dedicated to all of the people who write and encourage me
to continue with this story line. In reality, I thought this would be the
last chapter and Lance and Jonathan would "live happily ever after". Well,
who knows, perhaps they will...and again, you just never know about
life. Let's continue our travels with them and see what turns up.

Hugs

Mark



Nurse and the Patient, Part 23


	Jonathan rolled over in bed and opened his eyes. He discovered
Lance already awake, his eyes focused on the ceiling above the bed, one arm
behind his head.
	"Good morning," he greeted.
	Lance removed his arm and pushed himself up on the
pillow. "Morning," he answered.
	"Have you been awake long?"
	"A while."
	Jonathan asked, "Something on your mind?"
	"Not really. Yeah, sort of," Lance added.
	"Care to talk about it?"
	"I've been thinking about my mother."
	Jonathan reached over and placed a hand on Lance's chest. "Is
everything okay, Lance?"
	Lance nodded. "I've just been thinking back and remembering just
how unhappy my mother always seemed. I really did think it was me that made
her so unhappy."
	"I hope you realize differently." Jonathan moved his hand up and
brushed across Lance's cheek. "You do know this, do you not?"
	Lance was quiet for a minute or so, his eyes returning back to the
ceiling. When he looked once again at Jonathan, he said, "I think I am
going to have a long talk with Edith about her."
	"You think she might know something that you don't?"
	"It's possible. After all, she knew her long before I was born."
	Jonathan was thoughtful for a time. Finally he said, "That might be
a very good idea. When do you want to see her?"
	"I thought perhaps we could give her a call this morning and see if
she is free this afternoon. Is that all right with you?"
	"Certainly, it's okay with me. I'm all for anything that helps you
discover your roots, past and present, and I think your grandmother is just
the person to help with that."
	The look Lance gave Jonathan was so full of love there wasn't any
need for words. All the same, he said, "You are truly the best thing ever
to happen to me. When you speak of the present and the future, do you know
what I am reminded of?"
	Jon shook his head. "There's not much telling."
	"Well, you have nothing to do with my past, but the present and
future, well, that's a different story."
	"So you are saying you not only have me in your present, but that
you want me in your future as well?"
	"Damn straight, I want you. In my future, and at this very moment,
as you can see for yourself, I want you know."
	Jonathan looked to where Lance pointed and saw that his lover did
indeed want him, and from the looks of it, in the worst way. Lance's cock
was standing at full mast in the middle of the thick brown forest that
surrounded it.
	"What brought this on?"
	Lance grinned. "Well, it started when you woke up and started
talking to me. Just feeling you next to me in bed, the way you touched my
chest, my cheek, well, need I say any more?"
	"You are a horned dog," Jonathan laughed.
	Lance reached over and wrapped his fingers around Jon's rapidly
growing cock. "Doesn't look as if you have any complaints," he reminded
with a grin.
	"No complaints at all," Jon said. With that, he put his arms around
Lance and pulled him tightly to him, two hairy chests rubbing, two
extremely hard and now dripping dicks kissing each other, blond pubes
blending in with thick brown curls, and one set of hairy and full of cum
balls snuggling next to another equally hairy and just as full.
	Jonathan placed his mouth hard against Lance's lips. Immediately
one tongue went in search of the other and quickly found what it was
looking for. The kiss lasted a full minute, forcing out more passion as the
seconds went by.
	Finally Jonathan broke the kiss. "Fuck me," he ordered. "I need to
feel you inside me."
	Before Lance could make a move, Jonathan leaned down and gently
circled his tongue around one of Lance's nipples. As he traced it, he left
a wet trail in the thick brown fur that surrounded the hard point.
	Lance moaned. "God, that feels so fucking awesome!"
	Jonathan slowly made his way across the hairy chest to the other
nipple. He licked and teased and played with it until he had Lance
practically floating off the bed.
	"You're driving me out of my fucking mind," Lance groaned.
	Still not saying a word, Jonathan slowly traveled down the hairy
chest enjoying the feel of the course brown curls as they reached out and
tickled his tongue, The lower he traveled the louder Lance moaned. When he
reached the outer edge of Lance's thick pubic bush he stopped for a second
just to savor the sent created by that thick brown forest. Lots of things
about his lover fascinated him, made him crazy with desire, but the thing
that made him most crazy, filled him with more desire than he could stand
at times, was that thick hairy brown cock forest. He could never get enough
of admiring it, running his fingers through those tight curls, sniffing the
wonderful fragrance that those thick strands of hair gave off.
	Inhaling one last time, he slid his tongue right down the middle of
the forest, stopping at the base of Lance's thick hard cock. Once again, he
inhaled deeply and then worked along the hard shaft leaving a wet trail as
he went in search of the thick mushroom head that was leaking like a steady
stream of water.
	Lance took a deep breath as he felt Jon's lips circling the outer
edge of his dick. "Oh, fuck, suck it, Babe," he moaned. "Make it really
hard before I fuck your ass."
	Jonathan continued working Lance's thick cock between his
lips. After a time he said, "Fuck me," Lance. I need your dick in my ass."
	Jonathan dropped back down on the bed on his back. He spread his
legs wide and said, "My hairy hole is ready for you to plow through. Give
it to me; fill it with your thick hot juice."
	Jonathan had taken such good care of Lance' dick, and there was no
need to use any lube. He would have no trouble plowing through the wet
hole.
	Jon moaned when he felt the leaky cock tip touch his entrance. He
felt Lance pause for a brief second and then give a gentle push. Another
shudder coursed though his body.
	"I'm really hard, Babe," Lance whispered. "You okay?"
	"Hell, yeah," Jon groaned. "Give it all to me. I'm ready for you to
fuck me."
	"All right, get ready; I'm going the rest of the way inside."
	Jonathan moaned as he felt Lance fill his wet hole with his hard
cock. When he felt those thick brown pubes press against his hairy balls he
almost went over the edge. He took a deep breath and tried to relax. He
wasn't ready to shoot his load.
	"Damn, you feel so good," Lance breathed. "I love feeling my cock
inside that hot ass."
	"You do feel good," Jon agreed.
	"Am I hurting you?"
	"No, not at all," he assured Lance. "Pound my ass now. I'm ready
for you."
	Lance started out with a slow gentle movement, forcing his cock to
open Jon's ass more with each thrust. Each time found him going deeper than
the last time. He suddenly felt Jonathan rising to meet each movement he
made. Lance began matching the force Jonathan was exhibiting and soon the
two together were humping each other to the point it looked like they might
fall over the edge of the bed. The more they humped the louder they moaned.
	Lance suddenly cried out, "I'm going to cum." The words said he
began pounding Jon as hard as he could until they both felt Lance's cock
swell up and the first rope of cum shoot out and cover the walls of Jon's
already wet slippery ass.
	"Fuck!" Jonathan exclaimed. "You're pushing me over the edge. I'm
going to shoot my load. Here it comes!"
	While Lance was still shooting his hot thick cum deep inside
Jonathan's ass, he felt the first spurt of hot cum shoot from his lover's
dick and land between the two hairy chests. As Lance lay there, his cock
still buried deep inside the wet slippery hole it had just fucked, he felt
a thick creamy load quickly making a trail, making a slick matted road as
it made its way downward.
	For a time neither one spoke. It was as if both had used up every
bit of energy they had and were waiting for a recharge.
	Finally Lance said, "Wow, talk about intense."
	"It was fucking awesome," Jon sighed. "I never have any complaint
about the way or ways you fuck me, but let me assure you, this morning was
definitely no ordinary fuck. I can assure you of that," he added.
	"I agree.
	Feeling Lance's cock still buried deeply inside his cum-filled
hole, Jonathan rose up and kissed Lance on the mouth. "God, I love you so
much, Lance."
	Lance returned the kiss. "You know how much I love you. You are my
world, Jonathan Davis."
	For a few moments they lay there with Lance still buried inside
Jon. They were quiet and the need for words simply was not there. It was
enough for them both just to be together and share feelings, even the ones
that were left unspoken.
	All of a suddenly Jonathan felt Lance soften up, and his cock
slowly removed itself from the cum-sprayed cave it had been nested in.
	Jonathan laughed. "Guess he's through for the time being."
	"Seems that way," Lance nodded. "Don't worry, I have a feeling he
will come looking for his favorite man cave again very soon."
	"He had better."
	Lance rose up from the bed. "I think I am ready for a shower. I
seem to be a sticky mess." He looked down at his cum smeared cock as he
spoke.
	Jonathan closed his legs, forcing his thighs to touch. "And I'm not
a mess?" he grinned. "If I'm not careful I'm going to leak all the way into
the bathroom. Someone filled me up with so much cum I'm sure it's all going
to run down my leg the minute I stand up."
	"Are you complaining again?"
	Jonathan sat up on the edge of the bed. "Not me," he said. "I have
no complaints at all. You keep me satisfied in every way possible."
	"You do know the right thing to say, don't you, Babe?"






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	Jonathan and Lance once again found themselves on Edith Baxter's
porch. Lance had just turned the handle of the old bell, and they listened
as the ancient ring sounded behind the closed door.
	The door was quickly thrown open and they were met face to face
with Lance's grandmother. She gave them a big smile.
	"How are my boys? It's so good to see you two again. Come inside
this moment," she told them.
	"Thanks for seeing us, Edith," Lance said as they followed his
grandmother through the room.
	"I was so glad you called," she said. She gave them another
smile. "You two know just how to make my day. Have a seat, please. I baked
some Banana Bread this morning. How about a piece with a cup of coffee?"
she asked.
	"Sounds good, Edith," Jonathan assured her.
	The old woman disappeared through the door that led to the
kitchen. She quickly returned with a tray that held a small platter of
bread, three cups, and a steaming pot of coffee. "I hope you like the
Banana Bread. It's my own special recipe," she added with a grin.
	"Would it by chance contain liquor? The recipe, I mean?" Lance
asked with a grin.
	"Why would you think that?"
	"Because I suddenly remember my mother making something like this
one Christmas," Lance said, surprised that such a memory flashed across his
mind.
	His grandmother shrugged her shoulders. "Secret's in the recipe,"
she said. "Not for me to tell," she added, a big grin forming on her face."
	Sitting the tray down on the coffee table, Edith said, "Help
yourself to the Banana Bread. I'll pour the coffee."
	Jonathan and Lance each took a piece of the still warm bread and
accepted the cup of steaming coffee they were handed.
	"Your bread is simply delicious, Edith," Jonathan praise after
taking a bite.
	"Thank you, dear boy. I'm so glad you like it. I love cooking for
people."
	"That settles it, you're moving in with us and becoming our cook,"
Lance teased her.
	"Oh, no, we've already had this conversation. You two have your own
lives, as do I." She took a sip from her own cup and continued, "However, I
would never complain about cooking for the two of you any time you want me
to. But, and I do mean `but', it will have to be in my own kitchen. Lord,
I've cooked there for over fifty years. I would be completely lost in
another kitchen."
	"I can understand that," Jonathan assured her. "When I first
started taking care of Lance as a patient, I had to learn how to cook all
over simply because of the difference in his kitchen setup and my own."
	"As I recall, I don't believe it took you very long to learn your
way around," Lance corrected him. "I think from the get go your meals were
delicious. I just wasn't ready to accept them."
	Edith looked sharply at each of them. Then her eyes on her
grandson, she asked, "Just what are you trying to tell me"
	"Well, sad to say, I wasn't a very good patient at the start of
things."
	"Is he telling me the truth?" Edith asked Jonathan.
	"It didn't take me too long to melt him. In no time at all he was
showing me how much he appreciated me."
	"Do I want to hear this?"
	"Probably not," Lance assured her. He gave her a smile. "You do
realize how much Jon means to me, do you not?"
	"I most certainly do. I am so glad the two of you found each
other."
	"Our relationship doesn't bother you?" Jon asked.
	A puzzled look crossed the old woman's face. "Why should it
`bother' me, as you put it?"
	"Well, not everyone would agree that Jonathan and I should be
together."
	Edith was quiet for a moment. Suddenly her face went from relaxed
look to a severe look. "I take it you are talking about the narrow minded
folks?"
	"That's one way to describe certain people," Jonathan agreed.
	"First of all, it's no one's business who loves whom. To hell with
them," she added fiercely.
	"I don't concern myself with what most people think about me and
the love I have for Jon. The only person that counts in my life, other than
Jon, is you, Edith, and, of course, Jon's mother, Lois," he added.
	A tender look formed in his grandmother's eyes. "Well, I don't
think you have any doubt how I feel about the two of being together. And I
have a feeling Jonathan's mother has told you the same thing. Am I
correct?"
	"You are," Lance answered softly.
	"Good, then it's all settled." Then getting a serious look in her
eyes, Edith said, "I know, you absolutely love my bread, my coffee, and my
company; however, something tells me this is not the only reason for your
visit." She sat her cup down and said, "So, just what is the real purpose
for your visit this afternoon?"
	Jonathan looked at Lance. "Just talk to her," he encouraged.
	"There is such a hard look on your face, Lance. Tell me, baby boy,
what's really on your mind?"
	"It's my mother," Lance finally said.
	When he didn't continue, the old woman said softly, "What about
your mother?"
	Jonathan sat on the edge of the old fashioned sofa. "Maybe if I
leave the two of you alone you could talk better."
	"Nonsense, Jon," Lance told him. He reached over and placed his
hand on top Jonathan's. "I want you here."
	"Tell me, Lance, what is it you want to know about your mother. I'm
not certain just what you are looking to find out, but whatever I know I
will be glad to share with you."
	"I appreciate that very much.  Just tell me what she was like. When
she was younger, I mean. What I remember most about her is that she always
seemed so very unhappy."
	"She was unhappy in later years," Edith agreed. "However, she
wasn't always that way."
	"I guess that is the part I want to hear about."
	Edith Baxter sat back in her chair and her eyes took on a far away
look. In fact she was in deep thought so long the two men thought she had
forgotten they were in the room with her. Finally she closed her eyes for
half a minute or so and then reopened them.
	At first the words she spoke were so soft that both Jonathan and
Lance had to strain to hear what she said.
	"Kathleen Smyth was beautiful. In fact, to this day I don't believe
I have ever seen anyone more beautiful than she was. From the moment she
was born there was just something that attracted people to her. She had
such a good loving personality. Everyone that was around her loved her. As
she grew up that didn't change. She just became more loving and cared for
everyone she knew.
	"It's no wonder your father fell in love with her the first time he
met her. She was just that lovely.
	"You're speaking of Carter Wilson, I take it?"
	"He was your father." The words were spoken sharply.
	"I'm sorry, Edith, I didn't mean to upset you. I'm still trying to
sort this whole mess in my head."
	Her voice had a gentle sound to it now. "I know you are. It is a
lot to sort out, I will admit."
	"Please, go on," Lance prodded his grandmother.
	"I always did think your grandfather knew about Carter, that he
really was my child. Although I never told anyone, especially him, it was
just something I sort of felt between the two of us. After all, I was
already working for him when I became pregnant. Even though I took a leave
of absence before I even looked like I was expecting a baby, I think he
always knew. I always felt like he gave Carter a job because he knew who he
really was, that I was his mother. I think he felt it would give me a
chance to be around the boy, even though I couldn't tell him I was his
mother."
	When she paused, Jonathan said, "That had to really be hard on you,
Edith."
	"It could have been," Edith admitted. "Still, just to be able to
spend a big part of the week around him, even though I couldn't tell him I
was his mother, well, it made me so happy."
	"Did he work for the company long before he met my mother?"
	"Not long at all," she answered. "In fact, I think he saw her the
first month of his employment. She was always coming in to see her
father. Her mother had been gone for several years by this time, and the
two of them were very close. Kathleen worshiped the ground Ronald Smyth
walked on."
	"How did you feel when you realized they must have feelings for
each other?" Lance asked.
	"Oh, I was very happy. For everyone involved," she added. "You see,
Ronald Smyth, by this time, had become a very rich man. With Kathleen being
his only heir, I knew her father was concerned. He knew his business had
grown into the millions, and he wanted to know that if something ever
happened to him that his daughter would be cared for. After she and Carter
started seeing each other..." here she paused, and looking over the top of
her glasses said, "Back then, `seeing each other' meant the same as
`dating' does today for you guys. To continue, as I was saying, Carter and
Kathleen commenced keeping company, dating, going together, whatever works
for you, and the two seemed so happy. It seemed that Kathleen was dropping
in more and more frequently at the office, and she always ended up spending
some time in Carter's office. The two could be seen quite often in the
company cafeteria snacking or having lunch. Even I couldn't believe the
difference in Kathleen. She had always been such a happy and exuberant
person, but after she and Carter became an item, well, she blossomed out
even more. They seemed the perfect happy couple, and I just knew everything
was going to turn out for them."
	"Was Sam Thompson already working at the company when the two of
them met?"
	"He came about six months after they started dating." A dark scowl
spread across Edith Baxter's face. "That's when the trouble began. Samuel
was jealous of Carter from the moment he laid eyes on the young man. From
the very start he was a greedy and selfish man, and he wanted it all for
himself. However, he knew that if Carter and Kathleen were to marry it
would all go to them when Ronald was gone. That's why he planned for things
to happen the way they did. In fact, it was he who suggested that
particular hunting trip."
	"I thought my grandfather was known to take a hunting trip each
year at that time," Lance reminded.
	"He did, but that time it was Samuel Thompson who started pushing
for a weekend trip. He told Ronald he wanted to spend some time with both
he and Carter that he wanted to get to know Carter better."
	"You still believe he caused the accident? Sam, I mean," Lance
ended.
	"I will go to my grave believing just that." She spoke the words
adamantly.
	"I feel I would have to agree with that myself," Jonathan spoke for
the first time.
	"I just wish we could prove it," Lance said. There was bitterness
in his voice when he added, "But I'm sure there is no way in hell to do
so."
	"Probably not," Edith agreed. "After all, that happened a long time
ago. No, I think that is just something we will all believe, but will have
to accept the fact it cannot be proved."
	"Edith, you have given me a good insight on who my mother really
was. Do you know that for years, in fact until just recently, I felt my
mother's unhappiness was due chiefly to me? I felt I was in the middle of
it, and I couldn't think for the life of me what I had done to cause her
such unhappiness."
	"Oh, baby boy, it was absolutely nothing you had done. You must
believe that. Yes, you were in the middle of her unhappiness, but you
definitely weren't the cause of it. She told me several times over the
years that you were the reason she remained sane."
	"Until I moved out and she became so unhappy she turned to
drinking."
	"Your mother was unhappy, that is true. It's also true she turned
to alcohol; however, you did not cause her to drink. She didn't love
Samuel. She never did and what's more, she knew she never would. She was
frightened out of her wits and shocked beyond belief when she lost both her
father and Carter. She knew she was pregnant. When Sam approached her, she
felt, at least for the moment that he was throwing her a life line."
	"Did he know she was pregnant when he handed her that `life line',
as you put it?"
	"I'm not certain, but I don't think so. I do think she told him
before they were married. She knew he would realize it wasn't his when you
were born."
	"What about Carter. Did he realize my mother was pregnant?"
	Edith was slow to nod her head. When she spoke, her words were once
again soft. "Yes, your mother had told him. She told me long after he was
gone that she had told him and the two were going to be married. They were
planning on telling her father when they returned from that hunting trip."
	"Did my mother realize that you were Carter's mother?"
	"Several years later she dropped by my house one afternoon and
asked me point blank if I were."
	"What did you tell her?"
	"What could I say? The Wilson's were still living at that time. I
had made a promise to them, and I had to keep it. I had told them I would
not mess with their lives, nor would I try and be involved with Carter in
any way."
	"Yet he worked for the very company that employed you," Lance
reminded.
	"That's right, but as far as the Wilson's were concerned, that was
just happenstance. Just because I worked for Smyth Oil did not necessarily
mean I had asked Ronald Smyth to hire him."
	"Did you? Ask my grandfather to hire my father?"
	Edith shrugged her shoulders. "Doesn't matter now," she
said. "That's all in the past."
	"You say the Wilson's are no longer living?"
	"They passed on a few years back."
	"That's too bad. I would have liked a talk with them. They could
have told me more about my father."
	"They could have, but I'm not sure they would have however. They
were very private people, and like I mentioned earlier, they wanted
assurance that I would never cause any trouble between them and Carter."
	"As if you would have," Jonathan interjected.
	"People are usually very touchy when it comes to the subject of
adoption. Especially the way it was back then. It was not mentioned quite
as freely as it is these days."
	Edith was quite for a moment. The words she spoke next surprised
Jonathan, as well as Lance. "There is one thing I left out, Lance. I hope
you won't be too disappointed in me when I tell you."
	Lance looked across the room at his grandmother, and suddenly he
felt such a love he couldn't stop what he did next. He stood to his feet
and walked over to her chair. Reaching down, he quickly drew her tightly
against his body. "I love you, Edith, and there is nothing, and I do mean
absolutely nothing that could ever make me feel disappointment toward you."
	Edith hugged his shoulder and then gently pushed him back. "About a
week after your mother's visit I received a letter in the mail. It was from
your mother. The letter was simply written in her own hand writing. She
told me how much her father had always thought of me, that he had often
mentioned how much he thought of our friendship all those years I had
worked with his company. She also said in the letter that she realized how
much I thought of Carter. So, she was setting up an annuity to be in
conjunction with my retirement, and that I was to draw this amount for the
rest of my life. She ended the letter saying she would always love me and
that I would always have a special place in her heart."
	Edith paused for a moment and then said, "I never saw your mother
again after that visit. Not until her funeral service."
	"Edith, you've told me nothing that could cause me to feel any
disappointment. First of all, my mother wanted you to have that money. Most
importantly, however, I believe she knew exactly how you fit in with her
life and she wanted to do something to show her love for you. I won't be
convinced of any thing different."
	"You are such a kind person, Lance. You favor your father so
much. He was the same way. A kind and caring person," she ended.
	"Edith, will you promise me something?"
	"If it's in my power," she assured him.
	"I feel you and I, we've been robbed of so much. As a result, will
you allow me to be kind to you and treat you well? Can you promise me
that?"
	"There's no need, for you couldn't treat me any kinder than you
already have. Dear boy, I feel as if you may have added years onto my
life."
	"I certainly hope so, because I want to spend the rest of my life
making things good for you."
	"Well, common sense tells me that won't happen; however, I will
promise you this: Forever how long we all have together, I will continue
loving you and feeding on your love in return. That, dear boy, is one
promise I will keep forever." She turned and faced Jonathan. "That, of
course, includes you as well. You are my `dear boy', too, in case you were
feeling left out."
	Jonathan stood to his feet and went over to give her a hug. "Edith,
I can think of nothing more thrilling than to love you for the rest of my
life. You are very dear to me, and I hope you will always know that."
	After things had settled down somewhat and emotions were calming
back down, Edith asked, "Have I answered all of your questions, Lance? Is
there anything else you would like to know?"
	"I think I am good. For now at least," he added. "I'm sure more
will surface as time goes on, and when they do, I will be ringing your
bell."
	"I hope you will be ringing my bell often. Both of you," she added
tenderly. "I will be here anytime either of you need me."
	"That works both ways," Jonathan assured her.
	Half an hour later found Jonathan and Lance walking out the
door. They both thanked her warmly for the afternoon of catching up on
family history.
	"It has meant so much to me," Lance assured her.
	"I am so glad," she smiled. "Oh, Lance, it's so nice to see you
walking these days. I am so glad everything is turning out well for
you. It's about time, as you deserve it and so much more."
	"Over the past few weeks I have come to see how truly blessed I
am," he assured her. "I am so rich. And it's not money I'm talking about
here either," he added with a smile.
	"We all are blessed," she agreed. "Sometimes we may not think so,
but when all is said and done, we truly are. Until next time, my dears,"
she said giving them each a big hug.
	Driving still a bit new to Lance, he got behind the wheel and drove
them home. He had been so use to having Jonathan drive him where ever he
needed to go that he was enjoying regaining his independence once more.
	Beside him, Jonathan said, "She's quite an old gal, isn't she?"
	"God, she's the best, and she's had one hell of a life. I just hope
I have plenty of time to give back to her all that she has given up all
these years."
	"You can count on one thing, Lance. For however long a time we have
to be with her, you can bet she will enjoy it to the fullest. We all will,"
he added softly.




End part 23


Guys, I hope you enjoy this chapter. To be honest, I had planned to end the
story with this particular segment; however, I feel there is still a lot we
can learn about Jonathan, Lance and the entire Smyth family. When I sat
down to write this chapter, I had absolutely no idea we were going to find
out all we did about Lance's past. So, it's no telling what the next
chapter will bring. Even I don't have a clue at this point.

You guys are the greatest, and I really enjoy writing for you.

Love you guys!

Mark