Date: Tue, 30 May 2000 20:43:16 EDT
From: BrwyMilo@aol.com
Subject: "Nick and Justin" part 39
Hey everyone. This is part 39. In case anyone doesn't know, I've
decided to keep writing this story. It's a lot of fun, so I figured what the
heck. Also, I have another story out now called "Still Breathing". It's a
bit different than this one and I'm trying to take it in a new direction.
Give it a look if you get a chance. If you've got any comments, suggestions,
questions or anything, send them to Mike at BrwyMilo@aol.com. Thanks for
reading!
This story is completely fiction. Totally. I don't know anything about
anyone's personal lives. It's all made up dude. Sorry.
*****
"Justin, you can't sleep forever," the voice from downstairs yelled.
Justin moaned sleepily, awake, but still not ready to get out of his bed. He
rolled over onto his side and looked at the clock next to his bed.
"Is that pm," he asked himself. "It is not six pm."
"Justin, will you get down here already. Your friends are waiting. And
dinner's getting cold!"
Justin cursed lightly under his breath and pulled back the blankets.
Walking over to his closet, he pulled out a pair of sweatpants and quickly
threw them on over his boxers. He pulled his tank top off the floor and
slipped it over his head, flattening his hair with his hands before leaving
the room.
"There he is," Nick said with a smile as he walked towards Justin.
Justin smiled widely and ignored his mother's face as he gave Nick a tight
hug.
"I missed you," he whispered into Nick's ear.
"I missed you too honey," Nick whispered back.
"So, you finally decided to wake up," JC laughed. "We were gonna go up
there and toss you in the shower."
"I would have killed you," Justin said with a smile. "Come on, I haven't
slept this long in a while."
"That's true. You guys are usually up all night-" JC elbowed Brian in
the chest before he could finish the sentence.
"Going over music," JC finished. "Lynn, what smells so wonderful?"
"Take out," Lynn said with a laugh, avoiding eye contact with her son and
Nick. "I didn't have much time to cook tonight."
"Take out sounds good to me," Joey said as his stomach growled.
"Why isn't Lance here tonight," Lynn asked.
"Lance is visiting someone," Chris replied slowly. "He had made plans a
while ago."
"Oh, well make sure he comes by to see me before you guys have to go off
again," Lynn replied as she turned towards the kitchen.
"You know he wouldn't miss a visit," Justin said as he followed his
mother, leaving the rest of the guys in the living room.
Lynn smiled briefly and began taking dishes out of the cabinet. She
placed them on the counter and looked up at Justin. "You feel like setting
the table?"
"In a second," Justin said as he walked over to his mother. He wrapped
his arms around her and dropped his head onto her shoulder. "I love you mom."
"I love you too," Lynn replied, a bit shocked at her son's sentiment.
She squeezed him tight for a second before letting go. "I'm sorry I've been
acting strangely. I'm still trying to get used to a couple of things."
"Me and Nick," Justin asked. "I thought you were doing better with that?"
"Well, yes I'm doing better with it," Lynn replied. "But it's still a
bit of a shock when I think about it sometimes."
"I know," Justin sighed as he leaned against the counter top.
"No, there's more to it than that," Lynn said. "I am doing pretty good
with you and Nick."
"What else is it then?"
"JC and Brian..."
"Oh," Justin said with a laugh. "But I thought you knew?"
"No I did not know," Lynn exclaimed facing Justin. "I mean, it's alright
I guess, but some sort of warning would have been nice! I walked into the
living room before and they were kissing on my couch! They didn't see me, so
I just walked back into the kitchen, but try to imagine this from my
position."
"I'll have a talk with them," Justin said.
"No, it's ok. Don't embarrass them. Just, let them know that I know I
guess."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure. I don't think they'll do anything too...shocking...in
front of me if they know I know about them." She paused for a moment and
looked at Justin carefully. "Will they?"
"No mom, they won't," Justin said with a laugh. "Now, can we eat? I'm a
little hungry."
"That's my boy," Lynn said as she grabbed a tray of food. "The human
garbage disposal."
"Hey, JC, Bri, can I talk to you for a minute in the living room," Justin
asked as he and his mother walked into the dining room carrying the food and
dishes.
"Justin Timberlake, don't you dare," Lynn said quickly.
"Don't worry mom, this'll just take a second."
"Hey, do I get to come too," Nick asked with a smile.
"No, you get to help set the table slave boy," Justin laughed. Nick
pouted slightly as Justin reached over and squeezed his shoulder.
"Fine, I'll set the table. Your mom is more fun than you anyway," Nick
replied with a grin.
"I've always thought so," Lynn replied.
"OK, enough Justin bashing. Come on you two, let's have a little chat."
Nick watched as Justin, JC and Brian left the room, the latter two with
very confused looks on their faces.
"OK Lynn, now what on earth is that about," Nick asked as he began to set
the places at the table.
"Yea," Chris replied. "What's up with Justin?"
Lynn looked down at the table as she began to uncover the food. "Well, I
was just talking to Justin and I mentioned how I saw Brian and JC kiss on my
sofa." Joey laughed quickly, but covered his mouth. "Anyway, I asked Justin
if they really were gay, because I was never officially told or anything and
he decided that he was going to have a little fun with them."
"Oh my God," JC yelled from the other room. Lynn rolled her eyes as the
men in her company started laughing uproariously.
"Let's all pretend we didn't hear that," Lynn said.
"Hell no," Joey laughed. "Shit, sorry." His face turned brighter red.
"Fuck I cursed. DAMN!" He placed both hands over his mouth and sat down.
"You can curse in front of me, Joey. You're a big boy now," Lynn said.
She looked up as Brian and JC walked back into the room, Justin behind them,
grinning like a chesire cat.
"We had a nice chat," Justin said with a smile.
"We heard," Chris laughed.
"Yea, JC could you have said that 'oh my god' any louder," Nick laughed.
"Shut up Nick," JC said through his teeth.
"I'm so sorry Lynn," Brian said, not able to look up.
"Brian it's alright," Lynn replied. "I didn't mean for Justin to
embarrass you guys. Just to let you know that you don't need to hide in
front of me."
"That's very nice of you," JC said with a smile, looking down at the
table.
"However, I'd prefer it if you guys didnt...you know," Lynn said, turning
a few shades of red.
"Justin told us," Brian said quickly. "We understand."
"Good," Lynn said as she sat down. "Now, let's all eat before Joey chews
his hands off."
*****
"I think we're gonna go to a club tonight, mom," Justin said as he wiped
his mouth with his napkin.
"You're not too tired," Lynn asked.
"I've been asleep all day," Justin laughed. "I think I'll be fine."
"Alright. You guys watch out for each other though," Lynn said.
"We always do," Justin replied, giving Nick a warm smile. "Oh and mom.
Can Nick sleep over tonight?"
Lynn looked up quickly and dropped her jaw. "Um...I guess," she replied.
"Thanks," Justin replied happily.
Lynn, still a bit shocked stood up from the table. "I guess I'll get
this cleaned up. You guys don't have to help. Just go have fun."
"Are you sure," Nick asked giving Justin a funny look.
"Yes, I'm sure. Have fun," Lynn replied as she walked back into the
kitchen.
"Justin, how can you ask your mom that," Nick asked with a low laugh.
"Ask her what," Justin replied innocently.
"If I could sleep over," Nick laughed.
"What's wrong with that," Justin asked. "I mean, you could have just
come back with me, but I really didn't want to relive what happened last
time. Remember?"
"Good point," Nick replied with a laugh. "Well, I guess we should get
you ready."
"Lead the way," Justin laughed.
*****
"I've never been to this club before," Justin said as he walked through
the doors.
"I think it just opened while we were on tour," Joey replied. "I hadn't
even heard of it."
"It's pretty sad when your mom knows more about these things than you do
Curly," Chris said with a laugh.
"Will you shut up," Justin replied with a smile. "She just heard about
it. She's never been here before."
"Alright, but if I see your mom in some go-go cage, I'm outta here," Joey
replied.
"OK, enough of my mom, and no more talk of go-go cages," Justin replied.
"Anyone wanna buy me a drink?"
"I'll get you one," Nick said as he walked over to the bar.
"Wait a second, how's he gonna get me a drink," Justin laughed. He
watched as Nick flirted with the female bartender who was more than eager to
fulfill his request. A moment later, Nick walked back over to Justin
carrying two drinks.
"Wait, she served you," Justin laughed.
"Of course," Nick replied. "Here, tell me what you think."
Justin took a sip of his drink and rolled his eyes. "You got me a
shirley temple?"
Joey laughed loudly and smacked Nick on the back. "Those are awesome,"
he replied.
"Well, I was hoping for something with a little alcohol in it," Justin
said. "But I guess this will be alright for now."
"Hey, I told your mom you'd be a good boy, and you're gonna be a good
boy," Nick replied.
"Yes daddy," Justin said with a grin as he downed his drink and headed
towards the dance floor.
"Did he just call me daddy," Nick asked with a laugh.
"Wow, I didn't know you had THAT kind of a relationship," Chris replied.
"Shut up. And get me a real drink would ya," Nick asked with smile.
Chris gave him a surprised look. "What? I said Justin would be a good boy.
Nobody ever said anything about me."
"Brian's gonna kill me," Chris said.
"It's alright," Joey replied. "I'll protect you. What are you drinking
Nick?"
"Sex on the beach," Nick said quickly.
"Alright," Joey said as he walked over to the bar.
"If you get drunk, I'm not carrying you home," Chris said.
"It's alright Chris. I'm only gonna have a couple. Besides, I'm not
driving, remember?"
"Alright. Just be careful."
"Yes daddy," Nick replied.
"And never...ever call me that," Chris said as he headed for the dance
floor.
*****
"I haven't seen any of the guys since we got in here," JC said. He and
Brian sat in a small booth to one side of the club, trying to keep up their
anonymity. A few people passed by and glanced in their direction, but both
guys turned their faces.
"OK, this is getting annoying now," Brian laughed.
"I know. But it's either this or a face full of screaming fans.
"Do you ever get tired of all this," Brian asked. "I mean, with
everything that's happened to Justin, and you and I and all the guys. I
mean, this is wonderful, but sometimes I just want to be a performer and
nothing else. I mean, my music has nothing to do with my private life. Why
can't everything be separated?"
"Because that's not how the world works. It would be great if it did,
but let's face it. Life has never been normal for us. We'd still have
problems even if we weren't famous."
"Yea, except our problems wouldn't get posted on the front page of every
tabloid in the known world." Brian paused and looked at JC. "I just want to
kiss you so bad right now, and I know I can't."
"Brian life isn't always going to be like this," JC said, laying his hand
on top of Brian's on top of the table, not caring if anyone saw this small
sign of affection. "And if we really wanted to, I guess we could come out of
the closet right now. But is it something you really want to deal with right
now? Your parents don't know yet. That's going to be hard enough. I think
we need to take everything one day at a time."
"I'm not saying we should leap out of any closets to our fans right now,"
Brian said, trying to smile briefly. "I'm just saying it would be nice if it
didn't matter."
"I'll agree with that," JC replied. He looked into Brian's eyes and
smiled lightly. "I have something important to tell you."
"What is it," Brian asked, sitting up high in his seat, his eyes glued to
JC.
"I'm going to tell my parents. About me...us...everything." He looked
down at the table and back up at Brian. "I mean, I think it's about time.
Justin and Nick both have."
"Wow," Brian said. "Are you sure, you're ready?"
"I'm ready," JC said with a grin.
"Do you want me to be there with you when you do?"
"That's up to you. I mean, I remember what happened with Nick's family.
I have no idea how mine would react, so it's totally up to you. I'll
understand if you don't want to be there when I tell them."
"I don't want to be anywhere but right next to you," Brian replied lowly.
JC's smile got even wider as he kept his gaze on Brian's face. "And if we
were anywhere a little more private, I'd kiss you right now." He glanced
around and shrugged his shoulders. "Well maybe just a little one." He
lowered his face and gently kissed JC's hand. "I love you."
"I love you too," JC said quietly. He smiled down at the table and
sighed. "OK, let's get us some drinks. It was getting far too serious
sounding there for a minute."
"Come on ya lush," Brian laughed. "I'll buy you a coke."
*****
"Are you sure you want to do this," Lance asked as he and Devon
approached the small home.
"Well, I have to see them at some point while we're here," Devon replied
quietly. "At least for my mom's sake."
"OK. I'm ready when you are then."
"Lance, you really don't have to be here with me. It's probably not
going to be pretty in there," Devon said quickly.
"I said I wanted to be here with you. Come on, it's not every day I get
to meet the parents of the man I love."
"Lance, I don't know if you know what you're getting yourself into."
"Well then let's find out already," Lance replied. "You told me your mom
said dinner was at eight. It's almost eight now. Come on." He pulled Devon
grudgingly towards the door. "Ring the bell."
Devon sighed and rang the bell once. There was a loud noise on the other
side and Devon began to take a step back. He felt Lance's hand on his back,
holding him forward. Devon tightened up and nodded quickly. He watched as
the door opened.
"Hi mom," he said lowly. His mother looked at him for a moment, studying
his face. She turned her head slightly and held out her arms, pulling her
son towards her.
"Thank you," she whispered lowly. "Thank you for coming back."
"It's alright mom," Devon said quietly. They gently rocked each other
back and forth. Devon could feel his mother shaking lightly as tears escaped
from her eyes. "Please don't cry."
"I'm sorry," she said quickly as she wiped her eyes. She cleared her
throat and laughed lightly. "This must be Lance then," she said a bit
nervously.
"Hi," Lance said, a bit embarrassed. "It's nice to meet you."
"Same here," she replied. "Please, call me Donna." Lance smiled wide
and watched as Donna walked back into the house, beckoning for the two of
them to follow.
"Now that wasn't too bad, was it," Lance asked.
"My mom was never the problem," Devon said with a short sniffle. He
walked into the house, closing the door behind himself and Lance.
"You two can just sit down at the table," Donna said as she hurried
around. "I'll go get your father."
Devon hardened noticeably at the mention of his father's name. Lance
placed one hand on his leg and gently patted his knee. "It's alright hun,"
Lance said quietly.
"Lance, you don't understand," Devon replied. "I think I want to leave."
He was getting visibly paniced, something that Lance was anything but used
to.
"Dev, we can't leave now. Come on, your mom is dying to see you."
Devon kept his eyes on the table as he heard someone walk into the room.
He bit his lower lip and looked up slowly. "Hi dad."
William walked into the room wearing a sweat-stained white button down
shirt. He was heavy, balding and coarse. Everything that Devon was not.
Looking at him, Lance couldn't see any sort of family resemblance. How could
Devon be related to this thug who now sat at the head of the table.
"Hello Devon," William said roughly as he pulled a cigarette from his
shirt pocket. "Didn't expect to see you here."
"I thought mom might want to see me," Devon replied weakly.
"I suppose she did," William said back.
"Honey, do you have to smoke at the table? I'm about to put dinner out,"
Donna said a bit nervously. William shot her a look that chilled Lance to
the bone. Donna quickly exited into the kitchen.
"And who are you," William asked, looking quickly in Lance's direction,
but not really paying him much attention.
"My name is Lance," Lance replied quickly. He went to extend his hand,
but quickly withdrew it as he saw William was not at all interested.
"And you're what, another one of Devon's tricks," William asked roughly.
"What," Lance asked, a bit shocked. Devon made a small sound and dropped
his head. "No, I'm not his trick."
William shrugged his shoulders and looked towards the kitchen. "Hey, are
we eating tonight, or what," he yelled.
Donna came running into the room quickly. "I made your favorite Devon,"
she said with a smile, uncovering a large bowl. Inside was pasta mixed with
chicken and tomato sauce. "You haven't been home for a while, so I thought
maybe you'd like this."
"It's wonderful mom," Devon said with a smile. "Just what I hoped you'd
make." Donna's smile got even wider as she sat down across from her husband.
"Does it look alright honey," she asked as she looked over at her
husband. She had already taken a plate in hand and was scooping him out some
pasta.
"It looks like pasta. What's the big deal?"
Donna laughed lightly and passed her husband the plate. She then took
two others, serving both Devon and Lance. She took a little bit of food
herself, but never really touched it.
"Mom, aren't you hungry," Devon asked, a bit concerned.
"Not really honey. I had a late lunch," she said with the same warm
smile she always had when talking to her son.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Devon replied, eating a bit more pasta.
"Don't be sorry. She can stand to miss a few meals. Look at her,"
William replied with a laugh. Donna blushed lightly and looked down.
"Dad, that wasn't nice," Devon said quickly, looking up at his father.
"Oh, well excuse me. I didn't know you were so sensitive."
"Oh, I really don't care what you say anymore. But I think mom does,"
Devon replied.
"Well I'll keep that in mind," William said as he continued to stuff his
face.
Lance watched as William continued to eat. Devon struggled to finish his
plate, at the very least to show his mother how much he liked the meal, and
Lance could see how hard it was for his boyfriend. Lance ate all he could
and then smiled warmly at Devon's mother.
"That was really wonderful," he said with a smile.
"It was mom," Devon replied as he finished his plate and wiped his mouth.
Donna smiled happily and took their dishes.
"Would you like anymore honey," she asked her husband.
"No, I'm full," he said as he stood up. He walked out of the room
slowly. The three left in the dining room could hear the steps creek as he
walked up the stairs.
"Mom, is he treating you alright," Devon asked as soon as he thought his
father was out of ear-shot.
"Devon," Donna said, a bit shocked. "Of course he is. Things have been
fine."
"Mom, please tell me the truth," Devon pleaded.
"Devon, we have company. Now is not the time to discuss this," Donna
said as she glanced at Lance.
"I can go somewhere else," Lance said as he went to stand.
"Don't be ridiculous," Donna said quickly as she placed one hand on
Lance's. "Let me fix you boys some dessert."
"Devon, what's going on," Lance asked as soon as Donna was out of the
room.
"I never told you much about my family for a couple of reasons. We're
not exactly the most functional bunch of people. Well, no, let me rephrase
that. My dad isn't functional. My mother is a saint." Devon glanced
towards the kitchen door and sighed. "I don't even want to think about
what's been going on here since I've been gone."
"Wait a second. Your dad..."
"Isn't a very nice person," Devon said coldly.
"Alright, I've got some ice cream. And yes Devon, you have to eat some,"
Donna said with a smile.
"Mom, you know I-"
"Eat it," Lance said quickly. Devon looked at him for a sec before
letting out a brief sigh.
"Alright, just this once," Devon said lowly.
"Good," Donna said. "So, is this your boyfriend," Donna whispered.
Lance almost choked on his ice cream when he heard that statement. Devon
laughed lowly and nodded. "Yes mom, Lance is my boyfriend. He's in a band.
Ever hear of N'Sync?"
"N'Sync," Donna asked. She furrowed her brow and thought a moment. "I'm
not sure. It's been so long since I've even looked at the television." She
glanced over at Lance and blushed. "I'm sorry."
"No, not at all," Lance replied.
"He's actually really famous," Devon replied with a grin. "But he's from
the south, so he's kind of humble."
"Be quiet," Lance said lowly as he turned brighter red.
"Aw, he's cute when he blushes," Donna laughed as she took a spoonful of
ice cream. "And what have you been up to Devon."
"I quit the ballet company," he said quickly. "I really couldn;t stay
there after..." He lowered his eyes quickly
"After what," Lance asked lowly.
"He doesn't know," Donna asked quickly.
"Mom, please," Devon pleaded. He looked at Lance and frowned. "I'd
rather not..."
"Devon, tell him," Donna said sharply.
"Devon, you can tell me anything," Lance said quickly. "Really,
anything."
"You're the second guy I've brought home," Devon said quietly. "That's
why I was nervous about you coming here. Dad didn't react very well the
first time."
"What happened," Lance asked.
Devon sighed and took a sip of water. "I was seeing this guy while I was
a dancer at the Boston Ballet Company. He was a dancer too, a little older
than I was. So, he wanted to meet my family while we were in Florida."
Devon paused and lowered his eyes. "I knew it was a bad idea. Dad didn't
like the idea of me dancing. You can imagine how he felt about me being gay.
I told Gary I didn't think it was a good idea, but he insisted. So, I
agreed."
"And William didn't react very well," Donna said slowly.
"He took one look at Gary and basically threw him out of the house,"
Devon said. "He smacked him in the face and pushed him down off of the
porch." He stopped and took a few deep breaths. "He called us both some
names and then shut the door. I waited outside for a while. I didn't know
what to do. Gary just ran off. I couldn't go inside."
"I opened the door a few minutes later and made him come in," Donna said,
laying a hand on Devon's.
"Dad came down a while later as if nothing happened. I haven't been home
since then. I left the ballet company after what happened. Gary turned out
to not be so nice after all and tried to start some stuff once I got back
there from Florida, so I thought it would be best for everyone if I just
left. I had just been floating around for a while until Fatima got in
contact with me to help her out."
Lance sat where he was and stared out. He looked from Devon, to Donna,
and back again. "That's horrible."
"I guess that's why I was so nervous about you coming here tonight,"
Devon replied. "I don't care what my dad does to me anymore. But I think
I'd kill him if he touched you."
"He's gotten better," Donna said quickly. "He's not drinking as much as
he used to."
"Has he hit you? Do you need any money," Devon asked quickly.
"Devon, I'm fine honey. Really," she replied with a smile.
"Donna, are they still here," William yelled from the top of the stairs.
"We're leaving now dad," Devon said quickly, looking at his mother.
"Thank you," Donna whispered, her eyes moist.
"I miss you mommy," Devon said as he stood up. He wrapped his arms
around her and squeezed tight. "I love you."
"I love you too," she replied lowly.
"It was...nice meeting you," Lance said warmly as he extended his hand.
"It was nice to meet YOU," Donna replied pulling him into an embrace.
"Take care of my son," she whispered.
"I will," Lance whispered back. She smiled warmly at him and released
him from her arms.
"OK, you kids get going," Donna said as she wiped her hand across her
eyes. Devon kissed her quickly on the cheek as he ran towards the door.
"I'll call," he said as he walked off.
"I'll make sure he does," Lance replied as he followed.
Donna watched the two walk off from the screen door. One hand rested on
the netting, another limp at her side. "Good bye," she whispered. She
looked on them a moment longer before turning around, shutting the door
behind her.
*****
"OK, I think it's time we head home," Joey laughed.
"Aw, come on," Nick whined. "Just a little while longer?"
"Nick, you're drunk," Chris laughed.
"I am not," Nick replied. "No, seriously I'm not. I'm a little tipsy,
but not drunk."
"Alright, alright," Chris replied. "Is Justin liquored up too?"
"No, Justin is not liquored up," Justin said from behind Chris. "Justin
still remembers the last time he had alcohol and doesn't feel like having
another hang over."
"He's the smart one in the relationship," Nick said with a smile.
"And you're the lush," Justin said with a laugh as he placed one hand on
the small of Nick's back. "Now, let's get home cutey."
"Alright," Nick replied. "I like it when he's authoritative like that,"
Nick whispered to Chris.
"Oh my, he's gone," Joey laughed out.
"Wait a second, where's JC and Brian," Chris asked.
"Brian said to tell you they were gonna head back to JC's," Nick said.
"They looked frisky," he said bluntly.
"You need to go to sleep now," Justin laughed. "Come on. We'll put you
in a nice warm bed."
"And you'll be there too," Nick asked.
"And I'll be there too," Justin replied.
"It's time to go home," Nick said with a smile.
"Ugh," Justin said as he walked towards the door of the club. "My mother
had better be asleep when we get home."
*****
Lance listened to the sound of Devon's shower running in the background
as he sat on the bed of his apartment. Thoughts of what happened that
evening ran through his head. 'Is that how Devon grew up,' he asked himself
silently. He remembered his own childhood. No one's is perfect. There are
always things that have to be dealt with. But to live with a situation like
that...
Lance looked over at the phone next to his bed and sighed. He lay down
slowly and picked up the receiver, dialing a number quickly, without even
thinking.
The phone rang once before a recording picked up. "Hello, you're reached
Diane Bass' cell phone. That's me. Leave a message and I'll get back to
you. Bye."
"Hi mom," Lance said slowly. "Um, I know it's late so I didn't want to
call the house, but I figured I'd get your voice mail if I tried your cell.
I just wanted to say hi I guess. And I love you. I'm sorry I haven't called
you so much recently. I'm gonna make sure I do it more often. I guess I
should go before your phone cuts me off. Love you. Miss you."
Lance clicked the receiver and lay his head back. He smiled wide and
rested back on the pillow. His eyes shut slowly, as he tried to will himself
to stay awake, but began to fail. Within moments, he was fast asleep.
Devon watched from the door to the bathroom as Lance dozed off. He
smiled widely and breathed rhythmically as he clicked off the light and
approached the bed. He lay down softly and scooped Lance into his arms.
"Thank you for coming with me tonight," he whispered. "And thank you for
not running away." He paused and kissed him lightly on his cheek. "I love
you Lance."
*****
Well, there ya go. It wasn't too late this time either. =) Thanks to
everyone who reads this. It's a lot of fun. If anyone's got any questions,
comments or anything, email me at BrwyMilo@aol.com. Also, give "Still
Breathing" a look if you get a chance. It's a bit different than this story
and still very much in the beginning. So, until next time.