Date: Sun, 26 Feb 2017 14:29:21 -0600
From: David Achterhof <bigdizzy21@gmail.com>
Subject: coming out of my shell chapter 19

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CHAPTER 19

      "So, Davis, what are you getting Marcus this year for Christmas?"
William asked as they were grocery shopping.

      "I don't know, William. I really don't. I want to get him something
that he could really appreciate and love and that he will think of me when
he sees it. What are you getting Carl? "

      "Well, I was thinking that I would get him a silver chain necklace
with our birthstones in a pendant hanging from the chain."

      "That's so sweet, William. I thought about doing something like that
but I changed my mind. I want something that will help him forget
everything that has happened this year."

       "Why not get him a leather jacket? I know he needs a new one."

       "Now, that's a good idea. He does need a new leather jacket but I
think I'll need something else to go with it," I said losing myself in
thought as we continued down the isle getting the stuff we need for the
week. I thought long and hard about what to get Marcus. I found a great
leather jacket for him but I knew I needed something else, so I went with
William to get Carl's necklace and as I was browsing through the show
cases, I saw it! A beautiful silver watch with Marcus' birth stone inlaid
around the clock face. This would be perfect for Marcus but I wanted to add
an engraving of our initials on the back. William came over with the shop
owner.

        "Do you see something you like, young man?"

       "Yes, sir, this watch; my fiancé will love it."

       "Oh! That is a fine choice. Would you like anything else?"

       "Yes, sir, I would like to add our initials and the date that we
started dating." I bought the watch and he went to engrave it and said it
would be done in a few hours which was fine since I still had to do some
more shopping for the rest of my family. We walked down the street to the
bookstore and I picked up a new to-go mug for Carl and chose the "Game of
Thrones" books for William, which he has been wanting.  I'm glad that I saw
them. We went across the street to Best Buy and I bought my brothers
matching tablets, I knew they both needed new ones. So, I got them the more
recent ones. I was lucky that Best Buy was having a sale on them. While I
was there, I found a great leather computer back-pack for Marcus. It was
bigger than his old one, so it will be easier for him to carry his stuff to
class. Then we walked back down to the jewelry store and picked up the
watch. It was beautiful. "Thank you, sir, Marcus will love this." I shook
his hand as we left.

       "Well, I think I'm done with my Christmas shopping. What about you?"

       "Yeah, I just have to get something for you and I'm done." William
said.

       "Oh, what are you going to get me?"

       "I don't know maybe a nice sex swing for you and Marcus. I know how
much he likes to bang your brains out." His devilish grin was from ear to
ear.

       I smacked him on the ass. "Damn, William, now I know why Carl is so
happy all the time. You have a very nice ass." I said with a smile.

       We brought our things in the house and we wrapped them so that our
boyfriends wouldn't try to go snooping, which they like to do. We might
have gone a little overboard this year, but hey, I like to give gifts
seeing the smiles on my loved ones' faces plus I wanted it to be special
since Kenny is going to be staying with us through the holidays. He needs
to be with us. He still wont tell us what happened in Houston and as much
as I want to know, I don't want to push him, so I have to wait, but I'm
guess it is really bad since he never wants to talk about it or even go
back to Houston. It almost makes me nervous finding out what happened
there. Anytime the `H' word is brought up, he gets tense, real tense, but I
hope that Christmas with my family will help him come out of his shell a
bit more.

TOMMY'S POV

       I decided that before I go down to San Antonio for Christmas, I
needed to have a talk with Mario. My feelings for him grow as does my
attraction for him and if I don't talk to him about it, I might get hurt or
he will because I don't even know if he likes me. We are both sitting in
the living room and I am looking over at him trying to gain enough courage
to say something but nothing is coming out. I feel sick to my stomach every
time I try to say something. "Damn, why is this so freaking hard?" I said
to myself. "Mario, I need to talk to you for a second." Where did this
voice come from? Was that me, did I just say that? Mario looked over at me.

       "What's up?"

       "Umm. . . Well, I don't really know how to say it, but for about a
year or so now, I have been having these urges at first for you, then I
started having dreams about you and now I have strong feeling for you
Mario. I don't know where they are coming from and I really don't. I have
never looked at you in this way before and I don't know why I am now but I
can't stop thinking about you. You are always on my mind. I have talked to
Davis about it but he just told me to let the chips fall where they may."
I felt myself starting to ramble and I couldn't stop until I felt a pair of
lips touch mine and realized that they were Mario's. It was soft and
sensual but I could feel sparks in this kiss. His lips brushed mine. Not
innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. I wanted
to pull away before I lost myself but I couldn't seem to... In the space of
an instant, my senses were thoroughly seduced and I could no longer think
clearly. As Mario straddled my lap, my member went to full attention from
his weight on my crotch.

       "I have been having the same feelings about you, Tommy. They started
for me the day we were all at Marcus' pool and you were in your speedo. You
looked so hot I had to stay underwater so you wouldn't see my erection. I
was embarrassed that I was having these feeling about my best friend. At
first I thought that they might have been feelings of desperation because
of the other guys in our group but as time went by they just developed
more, and I realized that I was falling for you. Then, I was scared because
I didn't know how you would feel because I figured that you were straight
and how cliche is it for a gay man to fall for a straight man."

       I was stunned. All this time I feared that I would lose my best
friend if Mario found out about this. Yet Mario was having the same feeling
as I was. I leaned in for another kiss and this time it was more intense. I
hesitantly looked up at him. The waves of emotion I saw there made me gasp,
lust and desire. However, before I could ponder about it further, he lifted
my face to his and covered my mouth with his in a hungry kiss. As our lips
crushed together, I felt like I was walking on air. It was magic, the way
his lips connected with mine. His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips
softer than I could have imagined and I opened my mouth with a low
moan. Mario pushed me back onto the bed and pressed his crotch into
mine. It felt so good to be in this position. I loved the smell of him,
that mix of soap and musk. He was intoxicating. My hands roamed over his
back, feeling each strong and firm sculpted, bulging muscle. I started to
pull his shirt over his head but just as I got it to his shoulders, Mario
pulled away from me.

       "What's wrong? Why did you stop?"

       "I don't want to go to far right now, Tommy. I don't want you to
regret moving too fast. We still have a lot of talking to do before we have
sex and I want you to be ready both mentally and physically. I love you,
Tommy, always have, but I will not rush this. Sex is supposed to be a
beautiful thing that bonds people and brings a couple closer together to
feel united." He leaned forward giving me one last kiss before getting off
my bed and going back to his and sitting down. We talked for hours, well
into the night. We decided that we will go on a date the next evening.

       "I do have one question?"

       "What is that?"

       "What do we tell everybody when we get down there? I mean, it's
going to be hard to hide it from Davis. You know that."

       "Okay, we will tell Davis, but that's it. We don't know what we are
yet so we will tell him that we are dating for now. Okay?"

       "That will be perfect, Mario.  Hey, have you finished your Christmas
shopping?"

       "Nope, I still have to get something for Davis and I have no idea
what to get him this year."

       "I know what you mean. I can't think of what to get him
either. Maybe we could go shopping tomorrow and get him something from the
both of us."

       "Yeah, that would be great."

KENNY's POV

       "NO! . . . NO PLEASE! . . . DON'T HIT ME!! I WONT DO IT AGAIN! I
PROMISE!!"

       I woke up in a cold sweat, even my sheets were soaked. The
nightmares are getting more violent and now I am scared, so scared, that if
he finds me he will kill me, if he finds me. I just hope that he doesn't
look here. I don't want to bring that drama to my friends here. Worse yet,
I don't want them to get hurt because of me. I don't know what to do. I
don't know how much longer I can put off hiding this secret from them,
especially Davis, he is very perceptive. I know that he knows something is
wrong. I just don't want to tell him. I'm afraid. So scared, a part of me
feels like I deserve what happened to me. I mean I am nothing more that a
`slim whore'; well, that's what Derek called me.

       I was able to get back to sleep but it wasn't a good sleep. When I
awoke the next morning, I had to hurry I was running late, I was meeting
Davis for coffee this morning. I dressed as fast as I could and started
walking to the coffee shop on the corner which is the halfway point for
Davis as well. I got there and he was already sitting down with two cups of
coffee and croissants, my favorite.

       "Hey, buddy, you okay?"

       "Yes, and no, I didn't sleep well last night. I had a really bad
nightmare that scared the hell out of me."

       "Do you want to talk about it?"

       "Davis, I do but I'm scared to. It involves my past and I don't want
to bring you into that."

       "Kenny, we are friends and I want to help you. We will worry about
the drama later. But, on another note, there is a very handsome man that
has been looking at you since you sat down."

       "Where is he?"

       "He is right across the street."

       I looked and my heart stopped. It was Derek and he found me. Dear
lord, what am I going to do? I must get out of here. I should abandon Davis
and everyone here. I must go now. "Davis, we have to go now." I said
sternly.

       "Why? What's wrong?"

       "That man is the reason I had to leave Houston. I will explain but
we need to get to your house now."

       We left quickly and jogged down the street. Luckily, Davis' house
was only a couple hundred feet from the coffee shop. We made it inside
before Derek could discover where we went or so we thought. Little did we
know that he had been in town for a week watching me, so he knew where my
friends lived.

       "Kenny, what the fuck is going on? Who is that guy?"

       "That is my ex-fiance. I left him last year after I finally got up
the courage to leave him."

       "Why did you need courage?"

       "Because he beat me every day, both physically and mentally. He
would also rape me and pass me around to his friends and let them use me
however they wanted." I had to take a breath and calm down before I
cried. "When I met him, I thought he was a great man; handsome, intelligent
and has a great job. I thought he was someone that I wanted to spend the
rest of my life with. But then, after we got engaged, he changed and he
started to get angry at me for no reason. Then he started degrading me and
the hitting started. When that wasn't enough, he would rape me. Afterwards,
he would give me to his friends who would run trains on me. After a while,
I became used to it like I deserved it, like this was all. I was a
good-for-nothing whore." I broke down completely becoming
uncontrollable. Davis held me to his chest firmly.

       "How did you manage to get away?"

       "Well, that was the hard part. I didn't have much money since he
somehow got a hold of my checking account information and changed my
information to where he controlled it. Luckily, I had a secret account that
he didn't know about, so I was able to withdraw all the money from that
account and get a bus ticket to San Antonio. I have been hiding here ever
since and I know that he has been looking for me because the only friend I
have left in Houston told me that he came to him and asked him questions
about me. My friend doesn't even know where I am. I keep it that way
because I knew he would eventually go to him for information and now it
looks like I have to run again."

       "No, I'm not letting you run again. You are a good man, Kenny. You
deserved a lot better that to be treated as nothing more than a whore. You
deserve to have a good man, you deserve a good life, you deserve a life
where you are not treated like a sex toy." It was then we heard bang on the
door.

       "Kenny, get your fucking ass out here now! You are coming back home
with me!" Derek said in a voice with so much anger that it could have
melted the lock on the door.

       "Kenny, go upstairs and don't come down until I tell you, and call
the cops!"

       "I can't leave you down here to face him alone."

       "Yes! You can Kenny; I can take care of myself. Don't worry about
me. He will wish he never came to this place."  Kenny reluctantly went up
stairs to my room while I went to the door. "Kenny's not here! Get the fuck
away from my house now!" I shouted.

       "Don't try that with me, you bitch! Now, give me my property or I
will come in and take it!"

       "You just try and you will regret that decision!"

       He repeatedly banged on the door. I knew that if the cops didn't get
here soon that he would eventually get in. I had to act quickly. My baton
was upstairs so that was out. I know how to defend myself but this guy is
super pissed and he is big. Suddenly, he broke through the door. He stood
there framed in the doorway like a bull locked onto his target. I knew I
had to defend Kenny at all cost and after everything he told me, I wanted
to kill this mother fucker.

       "Where is he?" he asked with so much anger in his voice he shook.

       "I will never tell you. He is never going back with you and I will
die before I let that happen." I said standing confident in front of the
stairs. He charged at me, swinging wildly. I blocked every single hit. He
wasn't a good fighter at all. I grabbed his arm and flipped him over my
shoulder, after I elbowed him in the gut, slamming him into the ground. He
stood back up and came at me again. I heard the sirens now so I finished
it. I jumped-spun in the air, landing a blow to the side of his face,
landing in front of him. "Don't you ever come near Kenny again or next time
I will kill you." I said to him just as the cops came to the door. I went
upstairs to check on Kenny, to see how he was doing.

       I went to my room and opened the door slowly so that I didn't scare
him. He was curled up in the fetal position, facing away from me. "Kenny,
buddy, it's me. It's over; you can come down stairs now. He won't be
hurting you ever again, I promise." I said as I laid down and cuddled up
behind him. He instantly relaxed and stopped shaking. I was rubbing my hand
on his stomach calming him down he turned to me and I don't know why but I
kissed him. I wanted him to feel love to show him that I did love him. His
lips were very soft and moist, almost like silk. I slipped my tongue in his
mouth and tickled his; they liked each other. We kissed for a few minutes
until I pulled away "Feel better now?"

       "Yes" was all that came out of him, ever so quietly.

       "Kenny, the police want you to go to the station tomorrow to file a
report with them. Do you have any proof that you were abused?"  He shook
his head yes and stood up taking off his shirt then his pants and underwear
he turned around and showed me the scars on his back and the back of his
legs then he bent over and his hole was torn up badly. I touch him and he
shuddered. I gasped, "Good lord, Kenny, are you all right?"

       "Yes, I'm fine. I'm just not use to people being nice to me when I'm
naked. Then he showed me something that shocked the living hell out of
me. He sat down on the bed and spread his legs showing me branding marks on
his inner thigh. I had to turn away or I was going to puke. He fell to the
floor crying. I went to him and held him. "I'm going to make this right. I
don't want my friend feeling like this anymore."

       "Hey, what's going on? Davis, where are you?" I heard Marcus shout.

       "In our room!" I shouted back while still holding a trembling Kenny.

        "Davis what's going on? What happened?" Marcus asked. I saw William
and Carl close behind him. I told them about the situation with Kenny and
his ex-Derek. William had tears in his eyes while Marcus and Carl had
rage. I gave both a stern look to back off and calm down. I felt Kenny
start to shake. "Guys, can you leave for a few minutes please?" They all
nodded their heads yes, and left.

MARCUS' POV

       "I'm beyond angry right now! How could somebody treat another person
that way? Kenny is a great guy who should be loved and not abused or used
as a whore. How can there be such evil in this world?" I said to William
and Carl.

       "Marcus, buddy, calm down. We must be there for Kenny now. I'm sure
this is far from over with him, and we can't go off and be angry right
now. Believe me, I want to beat that mother fucker too, but that won't help
Kenny." Carl said.

        "I know, Carl, but I can't help it. I just don't get this world. I
mean, there is so much hate going on and then for a gay man to do this to
another gay man. . . it just gets to me, that's all!"

        "I know, Marcus, and that's why we love you, because you care so
much. You have one of the biggest hearts I have ever seen." William said
intently.

       "I think Kenny should move in here immediately. We have the spare
bedroom. It's his if he wants it. I want him to feel safe and to be around
friends. We are his family and he needs to be around family."  William and
Carl both liked my idea and agreed that he should live here.

      Meanwhile back in Marcus and Davis' room . . .

       "How are you feeling, Kenny?" I asked, still holding a naked Kenny
as we sat on the floor.

       "A little better now; I'm going to get dressed now." he said and got
up putting his cloths back on. He sat on the edge of the bed. I could tell
that he was fighting his emotions.

       "Kenny I want to offer you a proposition." Kenny looked at me. "I
can tell that you are still scared to go back to your place, so I want you
to move in here with us. You need to be around family, people who love you,
who will support you, who will be there when you need it most." I saw the
tears forming in his eyes; they were happy tears but also tears of relief.
"So, is that a yes?" As if I didn't know.

       "Yes, as long as it's okay with everyone else. I don't want to step
on anyone's toes."

       "Oh, don't worry about that. If I know Marcus as well as I think I
do, then he is probably having a conversation with the guys downstairs
about this same subject."

       We went down stairs a short time later and spoke with them. Sure
enough, I was right about Marcus. He had been having that same conversation
with them about Kenny. Later that day, we went to Kenny's apartment. We
packed all his belongings and moved him into the town house with us within
a few hours. I could already see the difference in his behavior. We were
seeing a whole new side to Kenny, a more bubbly, happy personality which I
liked seeing very much. He was now on the road to mending but I knew it
would still have quite a few curves remaining before he is well.

                    ******************************************

       It was time for Christmas with my family arriving on the
twenty-third. I was very excited to have them all here for our first
Christmas in our new house. I was also excited because Tommy told me that
he had something to share with me and I had an idea of what it was but I
wanted him to confirm it for me.

       I was busy in the kitchen preparing dessert for Christmas dinner and
of course much of my time was spending swatting hands out of my mixing
bowl. I still had pecan pie to make and Christmas cookies. The cookies are
easy to do but I have never done a pecan pie by myself. As I'm putting the
filling into the pan, I hear the doorbell ring. Carl said he had it. I
continued my work when I felt a pair of arms around me and I knew they were
my brother's but I decide to play a little.

       "Marcus isn't around and my brothers will be here any minute and I
don't want to give them a show. Well at least not in the middle of the
kitchen."

       "Weirdo!" Tommy said and I busted out laughing, turning around
giving my brother a big hug. I missed him so much. Then my other brother
Mario came around the corner with Carl and he grabbed me and gave me a bear
hug.

       Kenny came down to meet my brothers and they really liked him, of
which I'm glad. About an hour later, our parents and in-laws arrived and we
all talked and enjoyed each other's company. Our parents had a room at the
hotel not too far away from us. Mario and Tommy bunked in the
office. Before I went to bed, Tommy and Mario wanted to talk to me. I was
wondering when this was going to come up.

       "So, guys, what's up?" They both looked at each other and kind of
blushed. "Let me guess, you two are together." Mario shook his head yes as
I lunged at them and hugged them. "I'm so happy for you two, especially you
Mario. I know how hard you took it dealing with not being able to have your
dream of getting with me and now you are with my equally hot brother. I
think you did very well. Oh, I will say, I know my little bro is hung like
a horse!"

       "DAVIS!" Tommy chided as Mario was blushing a deep red.

       "So, how long? Give me the details." We talked about their walk and
what happened. I loved seeing them like this, it made me happy. Tommy had a
certain glow about him that I have never seen before and Mario is shining
like a lighthouse with how happy he is. We enjoyed talked for a little
while more but I had to end it because I knew I had a horny man in my room
waiting for me.

       I went to my room and there was Marcus in all his breathtaking glory
and I do mean glory because his flag pole was at full staff which made my
mouth water. "Well, what do I have here?"

       "I don't know but I think somebody has missed his warm hole. He
feels neglected and wanted to get your attention." Marcus said with a
growing grin on his face that would rival a clown's.

       I laid between his muscular thighs and looked at his magnificent
manhood.  "Did you really miss me, buddy? It hasn't been that long since
you have been home." I said speaking to his cock, then lightly kissing it
on the head which got a moan from Marcus. "I think your daddy missed me
more that you did, didn't he?" Marcus flexed his cock as to say yes which
made me laugh. I started kissing him at his toes, slowly moving up his
muscular body. Inch by inch, with my hands slightly ahead of my
advance. His back arched as he anticipated where I would soon reach. The
worries of the day were melting and all I wanted was for him to fuck my
brains out. I stopped at his navel and pressed in to his tight muscles as I
climbed higher towards his chest.  I reached the Christmas tree between his
pecs and spent time kissing and licking at his stiff nipples. Slowly I
started to devour his neck as he let out deep bass rumbles and moans that
let me know he felt every touch of my lips. As I approached his lips he
grasped my head and pulled me in, short circuiting all my resistance. Each
kiss was intense and fiery as our tongues wrestled with each other.

       Marcus rolled us so that he was on top of me. Our bodies started a
dance. We fit together in a fashion that was saying we were always meant to
be this way. He started pressing our bodies together at every point while
grinding his hips into mine, making me so hard and desirous of him. I
wanted him inside me so badly. He started kissing my neck, moving slowly
down my body, paying close attention to my nipples. Teasing them as his
hands slowly traced my ribs. He knows this drives me crazy. His fingertips
were like fire on my skin, numbing my mind to all my senses, making me feel
paralyzed from the overflow of electrical pulses overloading my brain. He
is the only one for me and can make me feel so alive.

       He continued his exploration down my body. Then he looked at me and
said he was going to make me beg for release. He delved into my navel
causing me to let out a small uncontrolled gasp for air and followed the
trail down to my secret garden, licking the head of my stiff rod, cleaning
off my leaking fluid, moaning in such a way that I felt the vibrations.  He
continued to lick just to the right and left of the base where I was
ticklish, causing me to squirm. Placing his hands under my knees, he pushed
them towards my chest as he started on my taint. All I could do was moan,
"Please, Marcus, please, now!" He smiled at me as he proceeded to make love
to my hole with his amazing tongue. "Oh,
Marcus. . . don't. . . stop. . . please don't stop. Ohhh, work it, get me
loose, nice and loose. I want your cock to slide home nice and easy."
Electric shocks were shooting through me. My moaning seemed to make him
hornier and he went after my ass with a vengeance, which made me writhe
with pleasure, trying to push against his tongue. He came back up to me
planting a hot kiss on my lips, hard and yet soft. While he is kissing me,
I hear the cap of a bottle open and feel the cold slickness of it as Marcus
applies it to my ass slightly slipping his finger inside of me causing me
to moan more. He leans back and aims he big cock at my hungry awaiting
hole. Slowly pushing into me, feeling him breach my awaiting doorway. My
head pressed back into the pillow as he filled me. He seemed harder and
thicker as he passed through my entrance. With slow, undulating movements
he pushed into me. I let out a long, never ending sigh of pleasure as
Marcus bottomed out in me, feeling his pubes tickling my ass.

       Damn, I love this feeling whenever any part of Marcus body touches
my ass; it sending a myriad of sensations throughout my body. He slowly
pulled out then back in keeping a steady speed. It changed my breathing,
moaning in rhythm with his every move.  Marcus knows how to satisfy a guy
and I'm glad that I'm that guy he satisfies.  YES, Marcus!
YES.......YES........OHHH FUCK YES!!" I screamed as he sped up. I could
feel my balls tighten. "Ooh, baby, I'm close, really close!"

       "So am I, baby. Cum for daddy. Come on, cum for me baby, clap that
hole around daddy's dick."  I couldn't hold back shooting my load on my
chest. My ass clamped down on his pole wanting to keep him all the way
in. He quickened his pace, pounding me unmercifully as the bed creaked and
banged against the wall. "Oh, fuck yeah, that's it baby! That is just what
daddy likes! You're so tight. Ooh, fuckkkkkkkkkkkk!! AAahhhh!" I felt him
fire shot after shot of cum, coating the inside of my ass every time. It
took him a while to finish emptying into me. We lay there catching our
breaths. I loved watching his abs flex as he breathed heavily.

       When Marcus makes love with me and he shoots inside of me, I feel
connected to him more and more, like he will always be a part of me no
matter where we are. We will have a mental and physical connection to one
another. I know it sounds weird, believe me, it did to me to when I started
feeling like that too. I guess when you really love someone, you get that
connection after having sex with them or maybe I'm just weird. Who knows?
All I know is that I have this connection with Marcus and I don't ever want
to lose it.


TOMMY'S POV

       "Hey, Mario, damn!! Sounds like Marcus gave it to Davis good, huh?"

       "Yeah, it did. It was pretty hot to listen to those two." Mario
replied, smiling at Tommy.

       "Mario, I'm sorry." I said glancing down.

       "For what?" The look of concern was on his face.

       "That I'm not ready to do anything sexual yet."

       "Tommy, I don't care about that right now. This all new to
you. You'll be ready when you are ready, no rush."

       "Thank you, Mario, I do want to make love to you and you to me. I'm
just a little scared and our relationship is so new that I don't want to
move too quickly." I leaned over and kissed Mario on the lips, gently
slipping my tongue into his mouth. We had never kissed like this before but
I really enjoyed it. I pulled Mario closer to me, making the kiss more
intense and filled with passion and desire; our hands roaming each other's
well sculpted bodies. I decided to go a little further and reached down the
back of Mario's pants and cupped his firm ass. Oh man! This feels so
good. . .

    Hey guys thanks for continuing to read my story I hope you like this
chapter, sorry it took a little time but this one might be my last for a
little bit as well lots of stuff happening with school coming up.

Thank you to my editor Paul once again for making my story better with his
adding of spice.

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