Date: Sat, 10 May 2008 13:05:38 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Constantin chapter 23

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Here you are, so I guess it's OK then.


				Constantin
				Chapter 23


Isac, Jesse and the twins were inducted into our expanded group on May
16th. Isac and Jesse were out walking in the woods holding hands and
looking at each all lovey-dovey like when the twins jumped out of the
bushes and one thing led to another until Isac and Jesse were on their
hands and knees going OINK OINK and squealing and all that. And of
course the twins were whooping and hollering like they thought they
were in a rodeo. I don't think they have pigs in rodeos, really, but
what the heck, we had to rush things along a bit. Which I'll get to
shortly. Why we had to rush, I mean. But anyway... and you've probably
guessed this part already, Constantin, the Kelly boys, Jimmy and
your's truly stumbled across the rape while it was in progress and we
rescued them. The twins.

OK, I'm just kidding. We rescued poor Isac and Jesse.

But FIRST Constantin had to let Isac, Jesse and the twins in on it,
because otherwise Isac and Jesse would have probably started in with
their Taekwondo. And the twins at least knew enough to hurt somebody,
so we HAD to let them in on it. But it was still sort of like an
initiation for Isac and Jesse, because they were in a very degrading
situation when we walked up on them. Because after all, they hadn't
met the new members yet. And as for the twins, they ended up getting
gang raped. Which excited them to no end. EIGHT! I mean if nothing
else, Tommy could at least aggravate them, so right, EIGHT!

Me and Constantin were sort of wanting to be gang banged ourselves as
we were feeling a bit down (more about that soon) but we were already
in. And of course Isac and Jesse were really wanting to be on the
receiving end as well, which would have meant they would have been
making like they were raping the twins, but they drew cards and that's
how it worked out. So the twins were the first to be gang banged by
eight different boys. Well, it did sound interesting.

And it still does as a matter of fact. But. EIGHT can keep it going
for an AWFULLY long time. Well, think about it. You get it from one
and two, right? Then you've got 3 more twosomes and by the time seven
and eight are finished, one and two are ready to go again. And so on.
I mean this could go on FOREVER almost. So before long the twins were
starting to wonder if this was a good idea or not. But fortunately we
had to stop before Sister Kelly got home from work.

Oh, and I ALSO had to let the Kellys in on it first, because otherwise
they might have responded to the sight of two poor little gay boys in
distress with bricks or something. Not a good initiation.

But we still had a lot of fun play-acting. We almost always did.
Except for the time me and Constantin ended up lost in the Cherokee
National Forest.

But there were two reasons we felt like we had to rush things along:
and me and Constantin were down in the dumps more often that not.
First thing that happened was in early May Constantin's Uncle Jack had
a heart attack. And that was the uncle who had the farm. See,
Constantin's idea was that he'd talk to his uncle about hiring me on
as well, but now that was out of the question. For both of us.

But as it turned out, as far as I was concerned it wouldn't have
mattered anyway, because about a week later my father told me I didn't
NEED to worry about looking for a summer job anymore because he
already had one lined up for me. He'd been praying about it and come
summer he was going into business for himself. His own Christian
landscaping business. For some of you, this "Christian landscaping"
concept needs no explanation, but for others it might. So no, a
Christian landscaper doesn't pray over each bush he's about to trim.
He doesn't anoint the lawn mower. It's nothing like that, even though
it is true that Brother Williams once had his car anointed. They did.
Right out in the church yard, they laid hands on that old Buick and
prayed for it and anointed it. And in case you're interested, the
Buick did make out into the street and eventually all the way
downtown... but not all prayers are answered. But that's not what my
father meant by a Christian landscaping business, he just meant he'd
advertise in the Christian Yellow Pages. They list Christian plumbers,
mechanics, refrigerator repairmen, accountants,and so on... and if you
do business with them, your chances are about the same as if you just
consult the regular Yellow Pages.

Not that I was bitter, mind you... Right. Like HELL I wasn't... but
I'm sure if you were to hire my old man to do your yard work, you
could be assured of an honest day's work. I'm sure of that, but as for
myself, no. You really wouldn't want to be holding your breath. And I
KNEW it was only going to get worse as the summer dragged on. It
didn't have to be that way. Constantin asked me to ask if he'd hire
him too, and IF my father had gone for it, we both would have worked
hard at it. But I almost knew in advance that he wasn't going for
that. I did ask though. And answer was no. This was going to be a
business, not a summer work program for my friends. Six days a week.
And of course Sunday was permanently shot to hell anyway, so really,
that took care of my whole summer.

It wouldn't have been forever. Which is easy enough to say now, but
back in May of 89 I didn't know what I was going to do about it. But I
was going to do something, that much was inevitable. I'm not going to
bother questioning the morality of it, that's about as pointless as
questioning whether I had the right to have sex at that age, I'm just
saying I knew I was going to do SOMETHING. We both were. Me and
Constantin. We had enough common sense to know that it might not work
out to well, but we were going to TRY, anyway.

That much I was sure of by around the end of May. Damn, just one more
week. It SUCKED! But anyway, the twins were going to leave in the
middle of June for MONTANA. Camping out, the whole entire summer AND
Isac and Jesse were going along as well. So I was sure THEY were going
to have a lot of fun. But you know, they were all excited and then
Jesse looked over at me and said, "But damn! I wish you guys could go,
too," and it was like they KNEW me and Constantin were together, you
know? And when Constantin said, "Yeah, well, me and Todd are going to
work out something, I mean I don't know how yet, but we will"... well,
that's when I felt really good and really bad all at the same time.

A little later I tried to tell him... umm...well, I was going to say
it would be all right if he did go... but the problem with that would
have been that I didn't really mean it. It was a bad situation to be
in, but Constantin cut me off before I even got close to saying it.
Really. It was like he could read my mind. He said, "Don't even bother
saying it. I'm not going. We'll work out something, OK?"

And if I there was ever any doubt in my mind that I loved him, there
sure wasn't after that.


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First week of summer. Good news (Or at least under the heading of it
could have been worse): My old man was still in the process of lining
up customers. Said it was looking good (for him) but I only worked my
butt off three days. Aside from that, I had to work around the house
some, but at least I could still go over to the Kellys' some.

And then, on the other hand, things seemed to still be getting worse -
MUCH worse, because all three of the Kelly boys were saying they were
born again. Just because of another revival and some amazing boy
evangelist. Edwin Jurcic. Oh, I knew all about Edwin. I mean,
obviously, because after all I had to go every night and listen to
him. And if you want to know the honest truth about it, I thought
Edwin Jurcic was just WEIRD. But then I doubt if it comes as much of a
surprise to learn that I felt that way, now does it?

But I got to tell you about him, OK? Because believe it or not, in the
end... Well, I'll get to it.

I mean, it's like this: I had a crush on Constantin from the second
grade on, just like I said.  BUT for six and a half of those seven
years it was from a distance, because I never thought he would feel
the same about me. So OK, sometimes I had crushes on some other boys
as well. INCLUDING Edwin Jurcic. HONEST!

But then I once had a crush on Alexei Romanov, too. Which sure took
unrequited love up to a whole 'nother level, because he's been dead
since 1918.

Having a crush on a dead person is REALLY weird. For over 60 years
he'd been dead. Now that's DEAD. But see, sometimes I had it worked
out to where he WASN'T dead. And he also hadn't aged any. Still looked
like a little boy. So maybe he was a vampire? Well, if he was, at
least he was a very polite and well-behaved one.

It got a little complicated at times.

So let's get back to Edwin Jurcic, then. The Boy Evangelist. "Little
Boy - Big Message. Come expecting signs, wonders and miracles!"

So you still might think my crush on Alexei was the more logical of
the two, but to explain, for most of the summer I was eleven I wasn't
worried about hell. I still believed in it's existence, but see, the
majority of my sins back then seemed to involve me not doing my
homework. So for example, saying I'd finished it when I hadn't was a
sin. But while it WAS difficult for me not to sin from September
through May, during the summer there WASN'T any homework. And I didn't
know what sex was. So more often than not during the summer I was
sinless. And so when Edwin Jurcic, the amazing boy evangelist held a
revival at our church, I was mesmerized. I wished I could be like him.
For at least two weeks after that revival I practiced preaching
sermons to myself just imagining the absolute AWE I would inspire. So
YOUNG! So WISE! And since I'd be home-schooled, no homework, either.
Because SURELY if I already knew how to do the problems, there would
be no use in doing fifty more of them, not when I had more important
matters to attend to.

Edwin was 13, but he barely looked older than me. I thought he was
good looking, though. Flashing blue eyes. Short blond hair. Fair
complexion, almost pale. And ONE day I was going to be just like him.
"Little boys - Big message! What a TEAM!" (Batman and Robin were a
pretty good team too. But honest, I wasn't thinking like that.)

"Because maybe", I thought, "we COULD be!" I wanted to catch him at a
good time when no one else was around and tell him about the dream I
once had. I think it was when I was seven. But anyway, in my dream our
family was driving along this mountain road when all at once SATAN
jumped right out in front of our car. So my dad just ran over his
butt. FLATTENED that sucker. And then he backed up and ran over him a
few more times... and that took care of that. Which would have
simplified matters quite a lot. But I thought that was a very
significant, possibly prophetic dream I'd had and if Edwin would
agree... No more unnecessary homework. Because WE had more important
matters to attend to.

But don't worry about it, OK? It was only a phase.

Because by the next summer, I was having all those doubts. More often
than not I was sure I had every right to doubt and I was equally sure
my conclusions were unassailably correct. But they were still new to
me, so there were also times when I WASN'T so sure.

So when I went to junior high church camp that summer I was still open
to the possibility of changing my mind. It was an easy thing to do at
camp, because almost kid there either was saved or they would go up
front to GET saved before the week was over. We had fun. OK, the arts
and crafts I could do without, but mostly it was FUN. Saved children
can have the time of their lives when the outside world is far away,
and you know what? I wanted to be a part of that.

But I had one very big problem that week. My hormones had been acting
up for several months. Puberty, when it REALLY became a problem, was
still a ways off, but for the first time I was aware that it probably
wasn't a good thing to be thinking some boys were cute, to wonder what
they looked like naked... and again, don't WORRY about it, because I
changed my mind...

But I was worried about it THEN. I could swear off sticking it into
the vacuum cleaner, that was no problem because the novelty of THAT
had worn off, but there were some boys I couldn't quite give up on. I
was still hoping for something. I didn't even know what it was, but I
couldn't give up that hope.

And here's where it gets interesting. If you want to know who
delivered what would prove to be the coup de grace, it was Edwin
Jurcic. The boy evangelist. Who for at least one week was only a boy.
They lived in Indianapolis. He was supposed to be a counselor, but I
THINK he might have been having some doubts himself. Damned hormones,
they'll do it every single TIME! Even though he seemed to be pretty
far removed from it REALLY becoming a problem himself. He was just
like ME! He wasn't even close. Littler than mine was even. Not by
much, but still, I think it was.

Oh, I was THRILLED to discover Edwin was in my cabin. And only two
beds away. So I was thinking, "Hmm. I betcha I'll get to see him naked
sometime." That's what I was thinking at first, but shoot, I saw that
boy evangelist naked so many times I completely lost count. He wasn't
one BIT shy. First thing I noticed (aside from his little dick) was
his tan line. Which seemed to be a bit unChristian, but soon as he
slipped on his red Speedos first time we went swimming, I understood.
And besides, our church didn't believe in "mixed bathing". In other
words, no girls: while we were swimming they were supposed to be down
at the ball field. And vice versa. So once I got used to it, him
wearing those Speedos didn't seem to be unChristian after all. Even if
they didn't cover much beyond the bare essentials. JUST barely.

But skinny dipping was a no-no. In case you might have been wondering
about this. Well, it did occur to me.

SECOND thing I noticed was that Edwin Jurcic had a little nozzle. It
wasn't long like Constantin's, but there was definitely something
extra there. So I guess everybody in the cabin noticed. In fact, one
kid came right out and ASKED him about it. Something like, "Um, if you
don't mind us asking, um... well, how come you got that... well.. I
mean-"

"What? You mean foreskin?" and with that Edwin reached down and
casually PULLED on it. And for me, that was a definite OMG moment.
Seriously. But as you might have noticed, Edwin was quite unabashed.
You would have thought he was discussing that scar under his right
eye. "My father was originally from Yugoslavia. Well, Croatia
actually. But somehow he was allowed to immigrate to East Germany,
since after all, it was still a worker's paradise, right?" - (And we
were all nodding our heads yes, but could you hurry up and get to the
part about your foreskin... well, you know, without actually SAYING as
much) - "But after a few years he found it was anything BUT a paradise
and he managed to escape to West Berlin. And there he meet my
mother-to-be working at the U.S. Embassy. So she was able to lead him
to The Lord, they fell in love, got married and had me. But since I
was born in West Berlin, they didn't bother with circumcision. Because
in most of Europe it's not the norm. And my parents and I never
thought it was necessary for Salvation, so.. I still have it," he
finished, brightly.

And after that, almost other boy in our cabin, both the saved and the
ones who were just thinking about it, were in complete agreement that
we should have been consulted on that deal ourselves.

But, I kid you not, Edwin the boy evangelist had very little modesty
at ALL. At least, not in a cabin of boys two years younger, he didn't.
Even though several of those twelve-year-olds were further along in
the size department and three of them even had hair, it didn't seem to
bother him in the least. I once observed him sitting on the edge of
his bed NAKED writing something in his diary. Or journal. Whatever it
was, he made a long entry that afternoon. And the whole time he was
NAKED.

Oh, and towel popping occurred that week. Saved or not, you get a room
full of bare butts and SOMEbody is going to start in with the wet
towel routine. WHAP! "Oh you so-and-so, oh you dirty dog -" (that's
born-again cussing, you know) - "I'll GET you for that!" WHAP! WHAP!!

I wasn't very good at towel popping, though. But I did try. And that
would explain how I ended up getting chased the length of the cabin by
Edwin, him popping his towel at MY bare butt... until I reached the
back door..and there wasn't anything beyond except.. well, finding
myself outside without my clothes on. And somebody might decide to
slam the door and lock it on me, so I guessed maybe that wasn't a very
good idea and I grabbed the edge of a bunk, swung myself around and
Edwin went right on out the back door.

Hmmm. "I think I'll lock HIM out."

Yeah, well, I tried anyway. Or at least I was acting like I was, but
Edwin came charging back in and he JUMPED on my back. And that was
probably my 17th OMG moment of the week. I had a lot of fun that week.
And I WOULD have mentioned having a flashback (chapter one, when I was
toting Constantin upstairs piggyback), but that probably would have
confused the shit out of everybody, so I passed. But it did occur to
me. Back in chapter one, I mean.

HOW I managed not to pop one when Edwin jumped on my back NAKED I
don't know. Maybe it was because I was just too damn startled, but I
do recall having a foggy notion that it was likely to occur pretty
soon, so I WRESTLED him off, FLEW back to my bunk and hurriedly jerked
my clothes on. SHEESH!

When somebody after drying off first puts on his shirt, then his
socks, THEN at last he gets around to his undies and pants, then that
person is a bit of an exhibitionist, and that's what he often enough
did. Not every time, but often enough. And I appreciated him sharing
that with me.

But anyway. Do you remember me saying that he was the one who
delivered the coup de grace? Well, see, I really wanted to. When Edwin
made his way back to his seat after going up front that night I'm not
sure if he looked elated, relieved, resigned or what, but he did look
happy. And I wanted that feeling. But I KNEW the only way I could feel
that way was to give up EVERYTHING I had inside... including of course
my hope for that "something" I hadn't gotten up the courage to define
yet. And I honestly didn't know if it was possible. But maybe, just
maybe if I were to talk to one of the counselors that night, MAYBE all
at once I'd be hit by a blinding light and that undefined hope just
wouldn't matter anymore.

But the counselor I wanted to talk to that night was Edwin. Who was
asleep. He probably wouldn't have minded me waking him up, not if I
wanted to talk about Salvation and all, but it suddenly occurred to me
that my wanting to talk it over with him and nobody else meant I had a
really BIG problem. So I guess I had a revelation that night after
all.


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And OK, I'm still wondering if I needed to go into that much detail at
this point about Edwin Jurcic... but maybe I do. Because at this point
it REALLY gets interesting. (I just checked. And from where I said
"And here's where it gets interesting" I've gone 15 paragraphs.
Although 3 of them were very short ones. So saying it "REALLY gets
interesting"... well, it had BETTER be.) (But honest, I'm getting
close. To something.)

Edwin was now 16. And he had made the trip from Indianapolis on his
own. There was talk that poppa Jurcic and momma Jurcic were having
some marital difficulties and were separated. But anyway, Edwin was
staying with the Kellys. And I'll tell you something, while he was
still cute, I found myself LOATHING that boy. I'd watch him while he
was preaching and I'd think he was just like one of those TV
evangelists: as far as I was concerned, it was all an act. And of
course I loathed him for pulling the Kelly kids back in. They were
talking seriously about traveling with him for the rest of the summer,
witnessing to the unsaved. TOMMY was even talking about it. Oh, and
did I mention JIMMY going up front? Well, he did, and he was pretty
sure he could go, TOO. I mean what WAS this, another Children's
Crusade? (And by the way: the original one didn't work out worth a
DAMN. Not for the children, it sure didn't.)

So Thursday afternoon, June 8th, I went over to the Kellys' because
Jacob asked me to come over. I figured I was about to be witnessed to
and I guessed Edwin, the amazing boy evangelist, would be there, so
I'd listen, but then I'd just turn on my heel and walk out. I mean
what was the point of arguing about it? But I don't know, maybe I
figured I owed the Kellys that much. To at least listen.

So I rode my bike over, thinking all the while just how stupid it all
was. I mean THAT was a long-assed bike ride, and it wasn't exactly
like I really needed the exercise, either. But anyway, I got there,
rang the doorbell and pretty soon Tommy came to the door. In his boxer
shorts. That's all. And he looked kind of smug again. But even though
I WAS a little surprised, him being in his boxers and all, mostly I
just felt sad. I was remembering what that smug look USED to signify.

"Everybody else is downstairs. So come on," he said.

So I shrugged and followed him down. And everybody ELSE was in just
their boxer shorts. Even Edwin, the boy evangelist. And you know what?
He had those puffy nipples. That happens to some kids. Kind of cute,
though...

"We're having wrestling matches" explained Tommy. "So you wanna?"

"What? Wrestle?" Weird way of witnessing this was. But then sometimes
we had evangelists who would tear phone books in half with their bare
hands. Various amazing feats of strength and so everybody was... well,
simply amazed.. and THEN... well, actually it got pretty weird, but
THIS... oh, why the heck not? Except I wasn't going to get down to MY
boxers, because I wasn't wearing any. I wasn't wearing any undies,
period. Because, the way I looked at it, if I was going to have to
work my ass off all day, I'd at least get SOMETHING out of it. I was a
slave, right? Well, slaves don't wear underwear.

"So aren't you going to get down to your boxers like us?" That was Noah.

Poor, misguided Noah. "No, because I'm not wearing any," I answered
promptly. See? No "umm... well...", no, I just came right out with it.

"Oh" said Edwin, "Well, let's do that then."

"Damn. He's weird," I thought to myself. But what the heck, he was
still kind of cute... I think I mentioned that already... so I
shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Sure. Why not?" I mean, seriously,
there's already been enough tragedy in this chapter, don't you think?
So fine. Let's see if Edwin the amazing boy evangelist has any hair
yet. (And by the way, mine was pretty much back to normal by then.
About damn time.)

Well, he did. A nice little blond bush. Really, it was cute.

And we wrestled. And at one point I was thinking to myself, "Oh good.
Now I'm feeling off the evangelist." Then shortly afterwards I was
thinking, "No, wait. Now the evangelist is feeling ME off! That boy is
really WEIRD!"

I have to admit that it was a lot of fun, though. We ALL seemed to be
enjoying ourselves.

But we just wrestled for awhile, that's all. And then we all had a
seat. But I couldn't help it. I mean, there sat Edwin Jurcic with a
boner. And it wasn't bad, either. Really, it was right at six inches.
I was wishing I had a video camera, I could blackmail the HECK out of
him! That's what I was thinking.

"Isaiah 20:2," said Edwin, by way of explanation, "'At the same time
spake the Lord by Isaiah the son of Amos, saying, Go and loose the
sackcloth from off thy loins, and put off thy shoes from thy foot. And
he did so, walking naked and barefoot'."

"Yeah, well, that's probably taken a little out of context there, but
I guess it's better than 'If thy right eye offend thee, pluck it
out'," I sniggered.

"Ah, yes. Matthew 5:29. Yeah, you're probably right about that. ...
Tell me something. Are you gay?"

"Are you?"

"Yes."

So I just looked at him. Then I looked at everybody else. And yeah,
everybody else had a boner, too. Boy! That sure brought back memories!

"So you think I'm putting on an act when I'm preaching, right?"

"Well, aren't you?"

"Of course I am. Aren't you? I mean, have you come out yet? ... None
of us have. For almost the same reasons. ... And if you think that I
already knew you were gay before I asked the question, you're right.
But if I didn't already know that, we never would have asked you
over."

And that's how it came to pass that me and Constantin joined the
Children's Crusade.

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What? You want more details? Sheesh!

Well, OK, I blew the boy evangelist and he blew me. While he was
getting fucked. By Jacob. And then... well, it got kind of
repetitious, to tell you the truth about it. Again. Although it was
fun. Always.

No wait, it MIGHT be that you want more details about how me and
Constantin joined up. Well, the thing was, ME going up front right
away just might have looked a wee bit suspicious. So I just acted like
I was under conviction.

Saturday, June 10th, I went with Edwin, the Kellys and Jimmy in
Edwin's fairly cool van to witness up in Bloomington. We were going to
spend several hours doing this. Witnessing to the unsaved. And on the
edge of town we picked up Constance, Isabelle, Jessica and the twins.
And we did witness to Jeff. And to the twink he was with, whose name
was Roy, I believe. Not that it really matters WHAT his name was.

Yeah, well, I thought I ought to mention it anyway. Because after all,
I promised, didn't I? Very last line of chapter 12. "But we would be
back. That was a promise." But I didn't want to devote a whole entire
CHAPTER to it. Because if you want to know the truth about it, well,
it was kind of... EWWH!

But I'll briefly summarize things, anyway. Only because I promised to, though.

I guess in a way I did goad him on a bit. But I was getting a little
frustrated because it took so long to FIND the turkey. And besides
that, I still wasn't quite over a really bad month. But FINALLY, there
they were. Jeff and Roy. Playing basketball. Turned out, it was Roy's
house. So anyway, I walked by. With THREE giggling girls. And I gave
him the finger. And so did all my girl friends. And I yelled out,
"Hey, FAGGOT! Why don't you suck my dick?" and all my girl friends
went, "Yeah! We heard you LIKE it!"

So I guess that pissed him off and the next thing you know, they were
chasing me. Well, I zigged and I zagged. But I kept calling them
names. I mean, I didn't originally have anything against Roy, but he
WAS chasing me, so what the hell, you know? One time I said, "Hey! If
there ain't nobody home, you can suck me off THERE! BOTH of you!"

But you know what? They were GAINING on me! Roy was panting a bit (but
then so was I, now that I think of it) but at any rate, he snarled,
"Oh, don't worry, you little fuck face, it's just gonna be us and you,
there ain't gonna be nobody to help you!"

Uh oh.

But actually we WERE sort of hoping no one else was at Roy's because,
see, Edwin and Jacob had snuck into their garage. Like they were
following about half a block behind us.

Anyway, I zigged and I zagged until I got tired of doing it and so
they CAUGHT me! And they were pissed OFF! So they dragged my poor
little ass back into the garage, JERKED my pants off... and actually
at THAT point we had to rush things a bit because they were about to
DRY fuck me! I mean, if Jeff and his friend wanted to use some lube
that would have been OK for awhile, but DRY? Umm, no. Don't think so.
Jeff did manage to at least poke his big old dick in a little ways,
though. Which was enough for him to become a registered sex offender
because he might have forgotten about it, but he was now 18. And I was
underage. And even if he was UNDER 18, the legal authorities still
frown on raping somebody. I really wanted to try out one of my
Taekwondo moves, but I'd managed to get myself in quite a fix because
both Jeff and Roy were holding me down. And besides, I never got too
far past the beginner stage, anyway. But Constance and Isabelle sure
had. And Jessica wasn't bad, either. So, before you knew it, they were
pretty well immobilized and the garage door was pulled shut. And THEN
Edwin stepped out with his video camera. We had it all on tape. So not
ONLY were they in a whole heap of trouble right THEN, they also
weren't EVER going to say anything about it.

But I'm nearing the end of this story. And I would like to finish on a
positive note. So we'll just leave Jeff and Roy trussed up in a
compromising position with no body hair and with things that vibrate
still vibrating. Roy's parents were in for a surprise, I think.

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So, I don't know, maybe I was feeling a little guilty that night. I
shouldn't have, but possibly I did. Although I did get over it. If
people keep cracking jokes about it, pretty soon you can't really feel
guilty, you know? Not if you're laughing about it, you can't.

But anyway, I DID get to go with the Edwin, the Kellys and Jimmy on
our cross-country witnessing tour. And we witnessed a BUNCH of things
on our way to Montana, I'm not kidding. We picked up Constantin in
Indianapolis. Well, he told his parents he WOULD go, after all. To
Montana. But the twins, Isac and Jesse had already flown out. So
Constantin decided to take a bus. And he got off in Indianapolis. And
if I there was ever any doubt in my mind that I loved him, there sure
wasn't after that.

And I guess that's all there is. At least for now.



I'm working on another story right now. I want to get a few chapters
finished before I start posting anything, but if you would like, I
could let you know the what and where bit. when I start posting again,
which I HOPE will be in oh... less than a month?

And yes, I suppose a sequel to Constantin is possible at some point. I
might do it just out of spite, but... well, when you get a chance,
drop me a line sometime. I'd love to hear from you. And I hope for the
most part you have enjoyed this story.



jjjanicki@gmail.com