Date: Fri, 27 Dec 2013 08:21:16 -0500
From: Mike XD <uberjedi12@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 10 "Psych"

No copyright infringement intended, just a fun story I wrote about the tv
show Psych... Whether or not my character portrayal is accurate, these
stories are intended for adults (or curious teens who are, of course, of
legal consenting age...)... if you don't like men having sex... why the
hell are you on Nifty and do us a favor and go away... seriously. If you
have comments please send they will be welcome.  Please leave positive and
negative feedback so I know whether or not to hang up my computer. Again no
money is being made so no copyright infringement is being done.  This story
is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality
of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private
lives. Copywright belongs to the company USA network.

(Author's note = A/N )

A/N - I have written a total of five on Nifty, the list is as follows
(Oldest to newest)

- Chuck 	    -The First story I ever wrote... more sex than plot

- Merlin 	    -My second story that took a back seat to
Psych... still has time for a revival. Equal story to sex ratio

- Psych		    -My Third and tied for favorite/most popular
story... equal parts plot, romance/sex, and humor
(hopefully it is humorous)

- O'Leary & Button  -One chapter only, celebrity sex (not considered to me
as a story) with no plot...     none

- The Avengers	    -My fourth story tied for favorite and most popular
with Psych... Plot with only a little romance so
far... I am sure there will be more to come - Captain America/Steve Rogers
& Agent Phillip Coulson


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	"I'm sorry Shawn. I'll try to be a more oblivious parent the next
time around. Plus, when EXACTLY were you going to tell me? Honestly now
Shawn..." Shawn shrugged, "Maybe a month or so..." Maybe never, thought
Shawn. He had always worried about how his dad would respond to the fact
that Shawn preferred men over women. He had never broached the subject
but... Shawn thought about it. His dad had mentioned it a few times,
talking about an ex-partner on the force who preferred the company of other
men. Henry had said how great of a cop he was, and how it didn't matter to
him. Thinking this the next words out of Henry's mouth were, "It doesn't
matter to me, Shawn." "No... but it matters to ME!" Shawn turned on his
heel and jumped on his motorcycle driving off t find someone who would
sympathize with him on this case.

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	Shawn had spent the better portion of a day packing his clothes for
his trip. The chief had afforded the ticket for Shawn to go to San
Fransisco. The police department in San Fransisco had arranged for Shawn to
have a live-in apartment with a month-to month lease, so that when Shawn
had solved the case he could leave as quickly as possible. While he was
packing, he heard the front door open and Detective Carlton Lassiter walked
into his room. Shawn sighed contentedly as he felt the taller man's hands
and arms reach around his body in a hug. "Hey Lassie." His voice was tired
and he leaned back, feeling Lassiter's strong chest moving up and down. The
two had been taking it slow since their escapade in the Hospital... neither
wanted to rush into a sexual relationship which might hurt their chances of
a longer, more meaningful relationship. Make no mistake, Shawn was horny as
a toad, but he also knew Lassiter was more conservative in his views on
sex. The Hospital incident had been a momentary and spontaneous event that
proved to be useful, but Shawn knew Lassiter regretted having sex so
quickly. The rumbling voice of Carlton brought Shawn back into the present,
"Hey Spencer... er, Shawn." He's still not used to first names... and
neither am I, I guess, thought Shawn. "How are you doing? You aren't still
having headaches or pain from the fire. Right?" Shawn mumbled a soft "no"
and turned into Carlton's chest. Ever since he had been able to freely
touch Lassiter when they were at one of their homes, he had capitalized on
feeling the detective's body, running his hands all over his back. It
wasn't sexual... yet. Shawn moved in closer, causing Carlton's breath to
catch and his face to flush slightly. Shawn knew that the detective was
still apprehensive about the relationship, thinking it was some extremely
elaborate scheme to make him look foolish. But nonetheless, he pulled Shawn
closer and kissed him gently on the lips. These moments left Shawn on
uneven footing, he was in love with Lassiter and it scared him. Carlton
could die, or worse, stop loving Shawn. Shawn tried his best to hide his
feelings, but sometimes he was sure that Lassiter saw them and, for the
first time, he was inside of Shawn's head. Shawn put his head on Lassiter's
chest, which was still covered with his regular perfectly starched
shirt. "Carlton, do you mind, since I'm leaving soon, can you spend the
night?" Lassiter breathed in and thought for a moment. He wasn't sure if
Shawn wanted to sleep with him or have sex with him. "Uh... What would we
be doing?" The question was hesitant. Shawn sighed again, this time it was
an exhausted sigh. "I don't know... I'm really tired. But I would like it
if you could at least cuddle with me." Lassiter smiled and said, "I
couldn't have said it better myself."

	Lassiter picked up Shawn and made his way to the bedroom. Shawn
felt a little more than silly but, by the same token, he was so comfortable
in Carlton's arms that he didn't want to tell him to put him down. Shawn's
bedroom was the neatest part of his house, probably because he was hardly
there. The room had a desk and a giant foam mattress... "Because I want to
jump in bed with wine!" Shawn had said to Gus. Apart from these two items,
the room was bare. "Did you clean because you knew I was coming over?"
Shawn blinked and said, "No. I usually stay in the office... in fact, Gus
said we may be getting a pull-out bed with the checks we got." "Checks?
Plural?" Shawn shrugged and said, "Let's just say Santa Barbra paid for our
skill set and Maroon 5 gave us a gift for saving their tour." Lassiter's
eyebrows raised, "That might be a conflict of interest..." "Oh Lassie!
We're using most of the checks to benefit charities." Lassiter looked like
he wanted to say something else but thought better of it. Lassiter gently
set Shawn on the bed and sat on the edge of the bed, beginning to remove
his clothes. Shawn rolled to the other side and tossed his shirt, shoes,
and pants out the door and into a laundry basket. Lassiter pretended not to
notice. Seconds later Carlton felt a hand reach around and begin to remove
his tie, gently pulling the silky material off his neck. A shiver passed
down his spine as he felt Shawn's warm chest rest against his back. "This
isn't exactly helpful, Shawn." His voice, while firm, was slightly tighter
than usual. Shawn gave a small chuckle and said, "Okay Lassie. Just trying
to help out."

	As soon as Lassiter had removed his coat, shoes, pants and dress
shirt, Shawn pulled him backwards onto the bed and straddled him. He was
still wearing his undershirt and boxers. "What's that I'm feeling
detective? Do you have something HARD for me?" "That's my holster, Shawn."
Lassiter said flatly. Shawn's face flushed and he said, "Sorry... I
just... wanted tonight to be special, just in case..." He couldn't finish
the thought. Shawn knew how dangerous this next assignment was. Even worse
was what was expected of him. The discussion between Lassiter and Shawn
hadn't happened yet and Shawn was dreading the outcome. "Shawn." Lassiter's
voice was quiet, but firm, "I know what you are going to be doing. As long
as you protect yourself and you don't have regrets... I'll support you."
Shawn could tell he was lying. He hated this. Shawn knew it... Lassiter
knew Shawn knew it. "Carlton, no matter what happens, I love you." Shawn
said. Shit! I hate crying, he thought as he felt his eyes itch. Lassiter
pulled Shawn to his chest and said, "I love... will love... have loved
you... forever too Shawn." Shawn felt the soft dark hair from the
Detective's chest brush against his face. It felt good.

	Shawn didn't know how far Lassiter would let him get, so he quickly
tied the head detective's hands with the tie to the head
rest. "Spencer...?" His voice was gruff and surprised. Shawn leaned in and
kissed Lassiter on the lips, leaving the other man breathless. "Carlton"
The word was deep and lust-filled. Lassiter shivered as Shawn began to kiss
his neck and move slowly downward. Shawn stopped at Lassiter's undershirt
and said, "Oh no. This won't do at all." He then ripped the shirt in half
to have better access to Lassiter's furry chest. Shawn laid his face
against the soft hair on Carlton's chest and sighed contentedly. Shawn's
five-o'clock shadow was brushing against Lassiter's nipple as Shawn moved
his head, making Lassiter grunt softly at the sensation. "Sh-shawn... can
you untie me please?" Lassiter looked into Shawn's eyes and saw a kind of
carnal desire surface that he hadn't seen before. Shawn flashed a feral
grin at Lassiter and moved even further down, to where Lassiter's body was
beginning to react to the younger man's languid movements. Shawn moved like
a cat, rhythmically moving his hips down Carlton's legs. Carlton shuddered
as he felt Shawn's hand lower his boxers and his mouth envelop his rapidly
growing member. Lassiter gasped in some air as he felt Shawn's warm, hot
mouth tighten around his member. "Oh god... Shawn. That feels so... good!"
Shawn hummed a noise of agreement and continued to suck the detective's
hard cock. Even though Lassiter had a large amount of control, he was
always worried about how he was going to keep up with Shawn in the
bedroom. Somehow, every time Shawn was in the mood... which was nearly
always, Lassiter was ready to join in on the fun. But, Carlton wondered
what would happen if Carlton couldn't keep up with the youthful exhuberance
of Shawn Spencer... would he get tired of him and leave? Carlton shook the
thought away. There was something about Shawn that made Lassiter feel
younger and more energetic than his whole life before, during and after
Victoria had married him. Lassiter was even feeling this energy when he was
working in the office and O'Hara had noticed. Lassiter's thoughts were
interrupted as Shawn took his whole hard length down his throat. Carlton
barely managed to hold of the wave of pleasure and gasped, "Shawn... I
can't take that again. I'll loose it and I don't know if I can do this
again tonight. We don't have to do this." He knew that he was lying, if
Shawn stopped, Lassiter would probably have cried. Shawn lifted his head
off the detective's member and said, "I know Carlton... I really want us to
share a moment before I go tomorrow." This was as important for Shawn as it
was for Lassiter. Carlton felt Shawn resume his task and Carlton tried to
hold back. Unfortunately for him, as soon as Shawn deep throated his cock,
he swallowed, muscles contracting tightly around the detective's
dick. Lassiter gave a grunt of warning as he felt the orgasm build. Shawn
continued even though Carlton said, "Shawn! I'm gonna..." The rush of the
orgasm felt like a roller coaster falling off a huge drop. Lassiter groaned
with ecstasy as wave after wave of orgasm rolled over him. Shawn held his
mouth over Lassiter's cock until Lassiter's cock stopped coming, swallowing
everything. Shawn cleaned off the detective's cock with a quick suck and
grabbed a towel wiping his cock clean. Lassiter felt coherent words come
back finally and he said, "My turn Shawn?" His voice was eager. Shawn undid
the tie and said, "Well... If you touch me in the wrong place right
now... I'll be done. Can you give me a minute or so?" Lassiter smiled and
said, "Sure Shawn." He leaned over and kissed the faux-psychic on the lips,
tasting the last remnants of his load.

	Lassiter moved his hand behind the young man's head, pulling him
close. Shawn's erection was visible and was twitching through the other
man's boxer's fabric. Lassiter moved so quickly Shawn couldn't even
register what had happened until after it was over. The detective had
handcuffed the psychic to the bed and pulled of the other man's boxers in
one fluid movement. Shawn yelped in surprise. Carlton then grabbed a nearby
bottle of lotion, pineapple scented, of course, warmed the sweet smelling
mixture and began to gently tease Shawn's hole. Shawn felt a moan escape
his lips. "Oh... Lassie... Carlton!" Lassiter inserted a finger and his
body began to respond to the younger man's movements and groans of
desire. "Please..." His breathless writhing was transfixing Lassiter. He's
so beautiful. Lassiter gently inserted another finger and Shawn panted and
tried to accelerate the detective's movements. With a moan Shawn said,
"Please... Carlton... I need you, now! Oh god!" Lassiter wasted no time
positioning himself and began to open a condom. Shawn looked down at him
and said, "I'm clean Lassie... but if you want to..." Carlton stopped and
said, "I am too... are you sure you want to do this?" Shawn nodded. The
detective heated some lotion and ran it over his now again hard cock and
gently pushed into Shawn's wonderfully tight heat, keeping watch for any
signs of discomfort from Shawn. The psychic couldn't believe how amazing it
felt. Every movement, no matter how small, felt like liquid gold. As
Lassiter began to pick up speed, Shawn felt as if an electric shock was
coursing through his body and his blood was afire. "I'm not gonna last
long... oh fuck! Lassiter. I love you! You feel incredible!" Lassiter kept
a smooth pace, focusing on letting Shawn enjoy the sensations running
through him. With every glance at Shawn's writhing body, Lassiter felt
closer to his own orgasm as he realized to this man, he was something very
special, something he had never felt with Victoria. Shawn's body began to
vibrate with the impending orgasm and Shawn said softly, "I'm yours." With
this, Shawn felt the orgasm envelop him and his cock, which had remained
untouched, shot onto his chest. The contractions in the psychic's ass
caused the detective to groan as his own orgasm was violently pulled from
him with a low, "Shaaaawwwwwnnnn..." Lassiter rolled over and panted,
trying to catch his breath. Shawn moved his hands down and pulled Lassiter
close. "The handcuffs?" Lassiter said with surprise. Shawn grinned as the
detective, who had been looking at Shawn's face, heard a *click*.

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	"Come on Gus! Get your butt moving!" Shawn yelled out the window to
the Blueberry. Gus had come to Shawn's apartment the following morning,
planning on driving him to the airport. It was a short jump, but San
Fransisco had arranged for a flight. Gus had been hiding something as soon
as Shawn had seen him, but Shawn couldn't figure out what... and it bugged
the crap out of him. "LET'S ROLL!" Came the pleasing baritone of Burton
Guster, who was exiting his apartment with a bag. "Gus... what the hell?"
His voice was incredulous, "What are you doing with that bag? What's in
there?" Shawn looked closely and saw the bag had a corner of a piece of
cloth sticking out of it. It was one of Gus' shirts. "What's going on Gus?"
"You need my style to score the big prize, Shawn! You think you'll get rich
from how you look now?" Gus gestured at Shawn's T-shirt and worn jeans. "It
screams desperate. No wonder it took you and Lassiter this long..." He
tssked in disapproval. Shawn felt defensive. "What's wrong with how I
dress!? I got girls all the time!" Gus laughed... "Yeah. GIRLS,
Shawn. You're attracting a new sort of clientel now." He laughed
hysterically at Shawn's expression of horror. Shawn turned it around. "So
you're saying you've been dressing to impress men?" Gus replied, "In a
sense... Yes. My bosses are all men and men like other men to look
professional in the workplace. You wouldn't last a week without some
guidance." "Gus...? How do you know what gay men want?" Gus laughed and
said, "It's basically the same thing straight guys want... but eye candy
looks different. Here's an example: How do you make a regular guy look
sexy? Answer: Put him in a three piece suit. Trust me." Shawn stared at Gus
and said nothing.

	The car ride to the airport consisted of Gus lecturing Shawn on the
finer points of being a refined gentleman and by the end, Shawn was ready
to leave Gus at the terminal midsentence... whether or not he had stopped
the car. Shawn quickly got out and said, "I'll see you in a few months,
buddy." Gus stopped Shawn and looked at him seriously. "Shawn. You need to
be careful! This is dangerous! You could be killed." "Like I haven't
thought of that already... or almost had that happen two or three times
this month." "Be serious Shawn! Always use protection, and keep a taser
with you in case you have someone who wants to hurt you." Shawn sighed and
said, "Okay, MOM. God!" Gus opened the trunk and handed Shawn his
suitcases. Shawn left for the airport and Gus drove off.

	The flight was short, and before Shawn could ask for a fifth warm
towel from the stuardesses, the plane descended. Shawn got off the plane
and found a plain-clothes cop with a sign for him. The cop took him to the
station where Shawn filled out over fifteen forms, mostly to prevent the
police department from being sued in case of death, STD, or
dismemberment... that last one had left Shawn speechless. Finally the
police officer took him to his apartment and and showed him the entire
house. It was a four room apartment with a full bedroom, including
walk-in-and-lose-your-way-out closet, bathroom with built in floor tub and
jacuzzi, office, kitchen, dining room, and living room. This must be
costing a pretty penny, thought Shawn. "How much does this apartment cost
to rent usually?" "Around fifteen a month." "Fifteen thousand?" He choked
out. "Yeah... so start working the system as soon as possible. Although
because it wouldn't be legal otherwise, *he whispers* you get to keep the
money you make. We're treating you as a tax write-off in the form of a
witness relocation case." Shawn's eyes widened. "How much of a stipend do I
get a month for food and other activities?" The police looked thoughtfull,
"I'm not sure. Let me call in to the station." Minutes passed and the
police officer said, "There is a card in your new wallet in the house. The
chief says you have a $8,000 per month limit with a $15,000 startup
fund. That's to get a TV, toiletries, *looking Shawn up and down* new
clothes... you know." Shawn couldn't believe it. "Thanks Hank." "No
problem, 'Logan'." That was Shawn's new name for prostitution. "Oh... and
we'll pick you up if we catch you. But we won't keep you or press
charges. Be careful Mr. Spencer, we've lost nearly a dozen good men to
these bastards." Officer Hank left and Shawn grimaced. "A dozen... really?"
He said to himself. "Great."

	Shawn had the help of the police department and two reformed male
prostitutes to help him set up his business. He was posing as a "Male
escort" for "social functions" and had, after two days of buying new
clothes and getting various pictures taken, he had posted his profile
online and bought some classified space in papers and two billboards. He
received his first request the day after his profile was posted online. A
gentleman who lived in San Fransisco needed someone to be his escort to a
wedding, "so that cheating bastard feels like shit!" Shawn had agreed to a
$1,000 dollar fee for the wedding and anything else was extra and to be
determined during a pre-date interview.

	 The interview was interesting to say the least. Shawn had
questions prepared for him by the police to weed out potential threats, and
he had police backup during the interview in case things went south. The
man in the interview was mid-thirties and was a very nice guy, from what
Shawn could see. He also saw that he was clingy, possessive, paranoid,
distrustful, high strung and jealous. Shawn could tell that either the
other man hadn't cheated or, if he had, this man had driven him away with
his incessant bothering. "Jim" said that all he wanted was for his ex to be
upset at what he was missing. He also told Shawn sex was off the table, Jim
was trying to get his ex back if possible. Shawn nodded and said little
during the interview except, "I see..." and "That is covered in the fee..."
or "I'm sorry, that is not covered in the fee..." Jim was, in general,
satisfied. He didn't want someone to compete with his ex, just someone to
spark some jealousy. Shawn agreed to the wedding date and told Jim he would
arrive at his house for a ride over an hour before the ceremony. Jim
agreed, seeing as how a date wouldn't pick up some else unless they were
trying to one-up his ex.

	Shawn was more than a little imressed with the wedding's
outcome. Not only had he managed to talk to Jim's ex, but he had made a
compelling argument to Jim's ex about him. Shawn had highlighted Jim's
positive attributes and turned every flaw into a strength. By the end of
the night, Jim was happily back with his ex and had given Shawn a thousand
dollars in cash. Shawn called a cab, which Jim paid for, and went back to
his apartment. He was exhausted but needed to take off the tuxedo, shower
and shave. Damn this stupid regiment Gus had given him!

	The next day Shawn was bowled over by what he saw, in his online
inbox. There were over twenty requests ranging from "one night escort
services" to "marry me!" emails. Shawn checked his mail and found a similar
situation in his box. Great... now the fun begins. As he looked through the
mail, he stopped on one particular piece with a golden dragon on the front
and a wax seal on the back. He quickly walked back inside and unsealed the
envelope. "Greetings Logan James! This letter is to inform you that the
prestigious Golden Dragon Agency wishes to sign you as a potential
member. We have seen your profile and wish to conduct an interview to see
if you are an appropriate fit for our company. If so, you will see fewer
jobs, as I am sure you have recently become innondated with mail and email,
and higher paying jobs that will yield higher gross pay for you. Please
respond at your soonest convenience. (Signed) -Bruce Collins" Shawn called
the station to tell them the news and received information that the Golden
Dragon was basically a pimping service for male prostitutes. However, due
to ironclad paperwork and lawyers, the police department had been unable to
arrest anyone except the prostitutes. Shawn asked if it was dangerous and
the station said that thirteen workers disappeared from their records in
the last two years and it was attributed to "clerical error." Shawn gulped
and said, "I'll take the job. I need to end this quickly." And hung up the
phone.

	Later that night, while Shawn lay awake wondering what would happen
after he had replied to the letter, he heard a knock at the door. Who the
hell could that be? Shawn thought. He slowly got up and grabbed his stun
gun, courtesy of the police department. Unfortuntately for Shawn, the
apartment door had no peephole. However, it did have a chain. So Shawn,
cracking the door slightly said, "Hello?" "Shawn! Open the door!" The voice
of Burton Guster came out as a brisk, no-nonsense tone. "Gus?... GUS!"
Shawn quickly opened the door and hugged his best friend. "Why are you here
buddy!?" Shawn really didn't care. As long as his friend was here he could
put up with anything. Gus closed the door behind him and walked around the
apartment, whistling in a low tone. "They really went all in, didn't they?"
Shawn nodded and said, "What are you doing in San Fransisco?" Gus turned to
Shawn and said in a sarcastic tone, "What you think Shawn? I'm here for
your services." Shawn and Gus burst into laughter.

	"I have something that may help you with your future clientelle."
Said Gus. He grabbed a suitcase he had carried with him and put it on a
nearby table. He opened it and Shawn saw sixteen large glass bottles of
liquid. "This is a new drug that came into our lab recently. It's been
tested by everyone and is getting FDA approval right now. The problem is
that it's a sleep inducer that leaves you without a short term memory for
the last ten minutes before you take it. It also takes up to five minutes
for the effects to kick in... Also it wears off after an hour. But you will
wake feeling well rested and relaxed." Shawn stared, open mouthed at
Gus. "I figured you can use it to... uh... reduce the number of clients you
need to... ummm..." "Reduce?" Shawn offered. "It's 'Seduce' Shawn."
"Nope. That's a funky color..." "That's chartreuse... and NO! you haven't
heard it both ways. Damn it!" Shawn paced for a moment and said, "Won't
they start to get suspicious when NO ONE remembers what happened when I
'slept with them?'" Shawn said. "Maybe." Gus admitted, "But, if you work
quickly there won't be time for suspicion until you have solved the case."
Shawn nodded at Gus. "How does the drug need to be taken?" Gus responded,
"It can be administered by liquid or injection. You only need a little,
around a teaspoon. It's flavorless... so you could offer the person a drink
and knock them out." Shawn turned back to Gus and said, "Yes... but what if
they don't drink?" Gus shrugged. "It's not going to work for everyone,
then. I guess. Do you have something else you could do?" Shawn
shrugged. "This will have to do. It's a million times better than the
alternative." Shawn shivered... he didn't mind the idea, but the actual
necessity to have sex in exchange for money...? Especially since he had
just found the man he wanted his whole life. Gus said, "The San Fransisco
police called me out to see if I could find you an alternative." Shawn took
Gus in a tight hug. "Thanks Gus! You don't know how much this means to
me... to Lassiter. He owes you such a muffin basket!" "I'll take a check."
Gus said with no sarcasm. Shawn laughed and said, "Tomorrow I start my life
as a male hooker. Is the world ready?" Gus said, "Nope. But I just know if
you do start needing to have sex with these men... I'm getting an apartment
far away from here." "They gave you one already?" Gus nodded. "It shares a
wall with this one." Shawn raised an eyebrow. "Not by choice Shawn!" His
voice was incredulous and pissed. As Gus walked out the door he said, "Take
out tonight? Say 6:30pm. Your treat." Shawn laughed, "San Fransisco's
treat!" Gus merely nodded and closed the door behind him.

	Shawn packed away the glass bottles and went to his room. Shawn
then flopped onto his king sized bed and sighed. It was going to be a long
week. At least I made $1,000 today without having to do anything, Shawn
thought. God. It's so sad to see people in love fight. He thought back to
Jim and his now un-ex partner. Why was their relationship so rocky? I hope
that Lassie and I never feel that way. He's trusting me so much to not make
foolish mistakes. God Lassie, what if I fuck something up? Shawn felt sleep
pull at his consciousness. Stay safe, Lassie. I'll be home soon.

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A/N = I know... it's been a long time. I was in hit by a car and was, for
lack of a better term, in a coma for a while. One of my good friends kept
up the facade that I was still here but just busy. Sorry for the delay
everyone. I'll be lucky if I can pay some my medical bills (hit and run -
no results). (Donations are welcome... but not necessary) I've been awake
for about a month now. You know the deal: I love comments be they good,
bad, ugly, completely unrelated. Please do so, this gives me incentive to
write more often. I am suffering concussions so I may not be up to my usual
standards. Give me a chapter or two to get back to full speed on my
writing. I love this story and want to do the show justice.