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| Everybody Wants Fish, Chapter 10; Time Flies | |
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| b32guy | Aug 21 2009, 03:17 AM Post #1 |
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I love it long and wavy!
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Title: Everybody Wants Fish, Part 10 SubTitle: Time Flies Author: StevenW Creation Date: 8.21.09 Rating: PG-13 Genre: M/M romance Warnings: none Disclaimer: This author is in no way associated with "One Life To Live", ABC, or any actor. These fan fiction stories are not for profit. No copyright infringement is intended. Permission is granted to the rightful owners of this show and these characters to use all or any portion of this story as they see fit. No compensation is required, though a sly and clever nod or wink would be a thrill. Story Summary: Joey and Jeremy chat with Cris. John McBain helps Oliver out. Hugh and Layla say goodbye. Billy talks to Julya. Cris talks to Kyle. Vickie talks to Joey. Billy and Joey share a special moment. Cris, Oliver, and Kyle share a lot. Characters in this story, Oliver Fish, Kyle Lewis, Cristian Vega, Layla Williamson, Hugh Hughes, Joey Buchanan, Billy Douglas, Jeremy Douglas, Julya Douglas, Vicki Davidson, John McBain. Author’s Note: I usually try to write each chapter with a theme, but couldn’t do that for this one as I’m trying to advance the story by eight weeks. ====== Cris’ hospital room, same day, same time Cris is shocked. “So you’re gay now?” Joey takes too long to answer so Jeremy does it for him. “What Dad Joey is afraid to say, because I’m here, is that no, he isn’t gay. At least he wasn’t when he married my Dad.” Jeremy playfully pokes Joey’s ribs. “It’s okay, either way. I know you’re committed to us all.” “Jeremy, I..” Joey falters again. Jeremy turns his attention to Cris. He has never seen a man so battered. “Does it hurt?” “Heck yeah! Got shot too.” He points to his side. “You want to see the hole? Well, it’s kind of stitched up but you can see it a bit.” “Cool! You got shot too. Did that hurt?” Cris works on pulling back the bandage as Joey and Jeremy move closer. “Not while it happened. It was so fast. But within minutes I definitely felt it. More wooziness than pain.” He finally exposes the tiny wound. “Man!” Jeremy says. “I’ve never known anybody who was shot.” “Cris,” Joey says. “Are you going to be okay? Do you need anything?” “No, I’m fine. Just bored. So how did you and Billy hook up? I don’t get it. I just saw Jessica and Natalie both yesterday. They didn’t mention this and I’m pretty sure it is big news.” Joey smiles while rocking his head back and forth. “We just got in yesterday afternoon. It’s kind of a long story Cris. But the short version is Billy is not well. He was worrying about his children.” Joey pauses to look at Jeremy whom he grabs about the shoulders and rocks a bit. “They are wonderful children. So, I agreed to marry him.” Cris is moved. “Now THAT is cool and so something you would do. Sounds like you’re a lucky man. You’ve got a ready-made family. I wouldn’t mind one of those right about now.” Joey feels the need to explain further but wants to choose his words carefully. “Cris, I do love Billy, but it’s not total.” Cris wrinkles his brow as he ponders that statement. “Dad Joey is being way too cautious. He is trying to tell you he is straight and they haven’t had sex.” “Jeremy.” Joey says with just surprise, no judgment. In the bed, Cris laughs. “You have quite the son there. You should be proud.” “I am. Very much so.” “You older guys are so uptight. Do you think I don’t know all about sex? I had two fathers, went to public high school, and lived in Boston, for God’s sake. You don’t need to tiptoe around the issue. I know you love my father as much as you can. I’m cool with that.” “I like you!” Cris says and offers his fist to the lad. Jeremy bumps it and smiles. “Now this may be crossing some line, but I’ve been cooped up in here all day, and I’m really bored, so forgive me. But Joey, I’ve recently dabbled with male on male action and it ain’t so bad. Totally different, but really nice. Just in case you want another old straight guy’s opinion.” “You?” Joey says, stunned. “Right time, right place, right guy.” He decided to keep the number of the guys private. “I like you!” Jeremy teases back as he offers his fist to Cris again. This time Cris returns the bump. “Dad Joey, I hate to break this reunion up, but Dad should be done with the MRI about now. We need to scoot.” “Right. Oh…ah…” “Go!” Cris say. “We can talk later. And congrats on your marriage. Billy was always a great guy. And his son sure seems to be.” “Wait till you meet my sister. She is fantastic too.” Joey arches his brows. “She is. I have two wonderful new children.” “Young adults.” Jeremy corrects his new father. “We prefer being called young adults.” They all smile, exchange more fist bumps, and then Cris is alone again with his thoughts. Llanview Police Station, outside John McBain’s office, two weeks later “So what did you do last night?” Officer Minetti asks Officer Fish. Several other brothers and sisters in blue are gathered too. Fish is nervous, especially with the presumed ultra-macho and gregarious Minetti, but he has wanted to try and implement the Commissioner’s advice for weeks now. “Not much, just dinner and a movie.” “Come on Fish!” Minetti taunts. “You never share and we all know you don’t do those things alone. So who is the lucky girl?” Fish sort of freezes. This is the make or break moment. “Kyle Lewis.” An unnatural silence falls over the group as each person separately processes that information. In his office, John McBain has been eavesdropping. Fish has yet to come out to him, but Bo has filled him in. “Kyle?” Minetti says. “That’s usually a guy’s name.” Fish summons all his courage. “It is in this case, too.” “You’re dating a guy?” Someone blurts out. John McBain rises and casually moves into the group. “Kyle is a guy?” Minetti mutter-asks. “And what a guy!” John says. “You should see his eyes. You could get lost in those things.” He pats Fish’s shoulder and begins to walk off. “You should show them a picture.” Every officer in the group knows what John is saying without actually saying it. Fish, however, just stands there, still frozen. He can face off against bad guys, but personal stuff with non-friends just scares the hell out of him. “Well,” Minetti finally says, “do you have a picture? I want to see those eyes.” “Yeah, me too!” Someone else says. Fish relaxes, breathes, and then proudly displays his partner’s picture. There is much civility but varying degrees of enthusiasm. Later, he sees John alone in his office. He knocks. “John, you got a second?” John McBain looks up and dryly says, “So, is it finally my turn to see the picture? Let’s have it.” He gives the universal fork-over gesture. Fish retrieves Kyle’s picture again and hands it to John. John studies it and then hands it back without saying a word. Fish is puzzled. “That’s it?” “I’ve got nicer hair.” He gives Oliver a wink. “But he does have nice eyes. Now, will you please get back to work? There are real bad guys out there.” Oliver has to stifle a giggle as he fumbles with putting the picture away. “Yeah, John, sure!” Cris’ Loft, also two weeks later – same day “He brought you what?” Cris asks; certain he heard Kyle wrong. “A bouquet of tootsie pops. It’s in the car. Looks sort of like an Olympic torch. What am I going to do with 50 tootsie pops?” He laughs a bit. “He said cigars were two masculine and flowers too feminine. Imagine.” Cris laughs loudly. “I tell you, I’ve know Todd Manning for years, and this just blows my mind.” “It is weird, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but except for the things that come out of his mouth, he really has been a perfect gentleman. Pays for all the meals and all the shooting events, and even holds doors and pulls out my chair for me. I’m kind of digging it.” “Why would he hold doors and pull out your chair? Guys don’t do that for each other when they go out as buds.” Kyle laughs. “He doesn’t know the rules. And I’m not going to tell him.” “You are so bad.” “Yeah, that’s why you like me so much. And Todd too, I guess.” “Not to mention Oliver.” “Goes without saying.” He finishes off his beer. “I need another.” “Should I call Todd or can you find the fridge on your on?” “Hey, you’re the host.” Kyle teases. “You should fetch it for me.” “In your dreams, doctor man. I’ll take one too.” Kyle smirks but then goes and gets two fresh beers. When he returns he surprises Cris by plopping down beside him and leaning against him. “What’s the matter straight boy, too friendly for you?” “No. No. It’s fine. You just surprised me. That’s all.” “I do that to Ollie all the time, but he doesn’t mind either. The poor guy. His parents are going to show up soon and he’s dreading that and he still hasn’t come out at work even though Bo knows.” “I feel for him. That takes major courage. Do you think his parents will be okay with it?” “I actually do. Maybe not at first, but in a few weeks. Most parents come to some sort of peace with it.” “What about yours? Don’t you ever want to go see them again?” “No!” Kyle says adamantly. Cris literally feels Kyle shaking briefly. “But why not? They did raise you all those years and to ignore all that because of one bad day.” Kyle sits up straight. “It wasn’t one bad day. It was years of one bad days. That is what I quickly came to realize. And I don’t think they even wanted me, they just wanted the Social Security checks. So I don’t miss them. I have Ollie.” And then he finds Cris’ eyes and holds them. “And you?” Cris takes the cue. “You do have me Kyle. Don’t doubt it.” “Can I have you right now?” Kyle says and in so doing changes the entire tone. “I don’t know Kyle.” “See!” Kyle says, moving closer. “I knew you wanted to. Most guys would give a flat out no. Just relax and go with it. It’s just sex.” “I told Oliver and I’ll tell you. The sex doesn’t bother me. I’m not hung up about the sex. Sex is primal and humbling any way you do it. I’m more concerned about the emotions.” “Oliver and I have an understanding when it comes to you. Surely he has told you this.” Cris arches his brows. “Yeah! He has, but I still can’t wrap my brain around it. You guys are in love. In this society, even for two guys, that means monogamy. Not a third guy.” Kyle becomes animated. “I get it! I finally get it. You want to be in love. You like our relationship. Mine and Ollie’s. You want one for yourself.” “Well of course, I do. Who doesn’t? But I’ve always wanted it with a woman. I like women. I like sex with women. I prefer sex with women. And I should be out there looking for it. But I’m not! I’d rather sit here and obsess over you two.” “Then Cris, and I say this with actual love, you obviously get something out of the male/male dynamic. I think for your own mental health you should just give in to your obsession. It is safe enough to do so. For whatever reason, we both love you. Not like we love each other, but it is certainly more than friendship. We see no harm in expressing that love.” Cris closes his eyes and sighs silently. Kyle cocks his head. “But hey, no pressure. It’s not like you’re some super stud or something.” Cris slowly opens his eyes and locks them on Kyle. He sits his beer down and licks his lips dry. “You want me to give in.” He arches his brows. “You want to see super. I’ll show you super.” Poor Kyle never had a chance, but he didn’t complain. Angel Square Hotel, the next morning Oliver Fish enters and runs into Schuyler Joplin. “Oh Hey!” “Huh?” Schuyler replies. “Oh, how’s it going?” Oliver remembers there first encounter. “Didn’t you want to get beers?” “Oh yeah, about that.” Schuyler says. “I’ve moved on. I’m no longer obsessed with Stacy. Have a nice day.” Fish scrunches his face as he watches the odd man walk off. Layla’s apartment, three weeks later Hugh takes advantage of their new roommate’s absence. He catches Layla’s gaze as they sit in front of the television. “Layla, it’s been a couple of weeks since Shawn moved in.” Layla is caught off guard as she was just thinking about Shawn. “Huh.” Hugh arches his dark brows, “Shawn’s not here. You want to a…” He nods his head in the direction of the bedrooms. “… maybe, revisit the recent past.” She assesses the situation. Being with Hugh was nice and she is certain now that he is a decent guy and a good catch for any woman, but there is just something about Shawn that touches her heart. He too is a wonderful catch. Kind, generous, attentive, and appreciative. And his hurt after realizing that the girl he fancied, Rachel Gannon, was attracted to his brother, was very appealing. That is the kind of love and relationship she wants. A quick roll in the hay, regardless of how God-like the partner, just won’t cut the mustard at the moment. She makes a decision. “Ah, Hugh. I’m not quite sure how to say this, but I think…” He puts up his hand. “No need. You fancy Shawn. I don’t blame you. I sort of knew that already. But a guy has to ask. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.” She tries to explain. “It’s not that you’re not a great guy.” “Really, Layla, it’s okay. I know I’m a great guy. I’m just not the guy for you. Shawn may be. I think he is a rare breed of men today. He may actually be looking for a commitment.” Layla gets all excited and twists around to better face Hugh. “You really think so. I was thinking the same thing.” Hugh laughs as he gives her cheek a butterfly caress. “He’d be a fool to pass on you and he doesn’t strike me as a fool. He figured out Rachel’s feelings before she did.” “I know. I think that shows a lot of self-worth. He wasn’t going to settle for being less than number one. I like that.” “I agree. And I wish you the best of luck, but I doubt you’ll need it. I have a feeling about this one.” “So then you are okay?” “I’m fine. In fact, I think I’ll take this opportunity to do some traveling. I need to track down my birth mother and tell her I’m alive. Plus, a visit to my adoptive parents is long overdue. There is really nothing in Llanview for me anymore.” “Oh no, that means we’ll need a new roommate.” “Tell you what; I’ll cover my part for six months. That will buy you and Shawn some alone time. How about that?” Layla is moved. “That would make me indebted to you.” “No, that would make us even. You helped me when I was down so I’m just paying it back.” “Thank you Hugh. You get a kiss.” “I’ll take that kiss.” Joey and Billy’s Llanfair Bedroom, four weeks later Julya Douglas is cradled in her dad’s arms. They are smaller and much weaker arms now, but to her they are still the strongest in the world. She has been on-duty and has spent most of it just lying next to Billy, as he slept, listening to him breathe. Doing so, brings her much comfort. Billy stirs, “Hey Pumpkin!” “Hey Dad.” She whispers, rising up a little. “Need anything?” Billy looks into his daughters beautiful yet worried face. More than anything he wishes he could take that worry away. “No, I’m good. Just like this.” She understands and lies back down. A few minutes pass in silence as father and daughter just enjoy the moment. They both understand there won’t be many more. “Dad, I think Joey has actually fallen in love with you.” Billy laughs a bit. He thinks so too. She likes the sound of his laughter and doesn’t want it to stop. “Have you two done it yet?” Billy answers as soon as he can stop coughing. His daughter has shocked him. “Julya! You know I’m not going to answer that.” “I don’t know why Dad, I know how it works. And Joey being straight when you married him was hardly a secret. I think you turned him gay.” Billy grins. He knows now his daughter is toying with him. “It doesn’t work that way Pumpkin.” “You don’t see how he looks at you. The man loves you.” “I know he loves me. I love him too. But that love doesn’t make him gay.” “Well, there is gay for pay, maybe he is gay for love.” Billy practically yelps, “How do you know these things?” “Dad, we lived in the suburbs of Boston, in a gay friendly neighborhood, plus I watch television. Anyone with half a brain knows these things.” Proud of her answer, she moves on to fussing with his bed head. “Sometimes I forget how mature you are. I guess I like thinking of you as our little Princess.” “That is a plus.” Billy is confused. “What is?” “Of your dying. You get to see Pops again. I miss him.” She begins to softly cry. “I miss him too!” Realizing this is the opportunity he has been waiting for; he decides to change the subject. “Honey, I need you to help your brother after I’m gone.” “I’m already on it Dad. Mr. Starchy Pants won’t know what hit him.” Billy laughs. “So you’ll push him toward Joey and make sure they both remember to have fun again. You’ll be my little Family Fun Facilitator?” He retrieves a cloth and dabs at her wet eyes. “Haven’t I always Dad? It’s my job. The passengers may be changing, but my role won’t.” Billy begins crying himself now. He is wondering when his little girl grew up. “Honey, you don’t know how good that makes me feel.” “Of course, I’d rather you stay. I love you Dad.” Billy pulls her as close as he can. “I love you so much. Rick and I will be watching over you. Don’t ever forget that.” “It won’t be the same, but I won’t.” The loving father wants to find out one more thing; if his daughter can envision a happy future. “So tell me about your life in ten years. What do you see for yourself?” “I see me and Betty touring the country as the first super famous lesbian rapping white chicks.” Billy grins. “Betty?” “Yeah. She has brilliant blue hair, tattooed arms, pierced everything, and a wicked sense of humor.” “Not to mention being a musical genius.” Billy teases. “That’s a given.” “So you’re a lesbian?” She laughs, as she sits up. “I am today, but who knows about tomorrow. Betty could very well turn into Benny or Bobby.” “Or Billy?” “Nah, that would be too weird. There is only ever going to be one Billy in my life and we both know who that is. Same with Rick. Now, I’ve got to get your asparagus before Jeremy comes back, or we both know what happens.” Billy cringes at the idea of downing more pureed asparagus, but he fully intends to do it. He glances at the clock. “Better run. He’ll be back from Matthew’s any minute now. I’m really surprised he even went.” “You can thank Joey for that. He persuaded him to take some time by saying it would be good for Matthew.” She rolls her eyes. “You know our Jeremy is a big ole softy. Now, I’ll be right back. Don’t you go anywhere!” Billy smiles. He finally believes his children have a decent shot at truly living after he is gone. And he got a bonus; he learned his daughter is more mature than he thought. Llanfair Living Room, same day “So Joey,” Victoria Buchanan says as she and her second son share a quiet moment, “you never told me why you gave up the priesthood.” “I was wondering when you would ask.” The loving son smiles at his mother. “I lost faith Mom. Not in God, but in organized religion. And more importantly the people. My own flock. Once that happened, I had no business being a minister.” “What do you mean?” “I couldn’t recognize Jesus in the people anymore. Not all of them, but most of them. All I could see was this harsh, mindless, mass hysteria, and it was ugly. And it is getting uglier every day. I just couldn’t stand it and I could figure no way to change it. Not on a grand scale anyway. I tried, but some people just refuse to question their own positions on some very basic things.” “I can understand that. I see the same things. It is very sad.” “Can you imagine, as a minister, people would come to me and ask me about one issue or another. And I was supposed to have all the answers. I got to the point I had none. That is when I knew it was time to quit.” “Joey, why didn’t you talk to me about this?” “Mom, I’m a grown man and you have a life that is already full of problems. You didn’t need mine.” “Joey Buchanan!” Vickie lovingly admonishes. “You’ve been telling me how you are worried Billy’s children won’t turn to you and here you do the same thing to me and your father. Shame on you.” “Mom, I’m an adult. They are children. I think there is a difference.” “Joey, you may be an adult, but you will always be my child. Just as Jeremy and Julya will now, always be yours. Suppose they have a problem when they are 35, wouldn’t you want to know about it?” Joey ponders that for a long moment. “Okay, you’re right.” “I don’t want to be right. I want to be a part of your life.” “You are Mom. Now and forever. I promise.” “Then Joey, tell me how you feel about Billy.” Joey laughs nervously. “I knew you’d eventually get around to that as well.” “It is fairly obvious that you love him.” “Funny, isn’t it? The best romantic relationship I’ve ever had, and it’s with my childhood best friend.” “So it is romantic?” “Tactful, Mom!” Joey teases. “But I get what you want to know. It hasn’t gone there yet, and it surprises me, but I have been thinking about it. I know it would make Billy happy.” Billy’s happiness is nice and all, but she is mostly concerned with her son. “But what about you?” “Well, I kind of won’t know that until I’ve been there, done that. Geez, I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with you.” “You don’t have to.” Joey nods. “Yeah, I think I do. I certainly don’t want to have it with Pa.” Vicki laughs a bit. “I’m not sure if this will help you, but it has always been my experience that the touch of a loved one, a romantic loved one, is never a bad thing.” “Mom, are you telling me to have sex with Billy Douglas right here in this house.” She shrugs coquettishly. “He is your husband. I don’t see the problem.” Joey looks at her wide-eyed. “I don’t know how to respond to that.” “Then don’t. But Joey, it appears Billy is running out of time. You’ll need to consider that.” Joey winches at that ever-present reality. “Mom, how am I going to go to bed tonight? I’ll be consumed with thoughts of you being up there in your room thinking about what I’m doing in my room with Billy.” She laughs, heartily this time. “Joey, do you think about what I do in my bedroom with Charlie?” “Good Lord, Mom. No!” “Well then, you needn’t worry about that. Did you forget your father and I are getting married in a few days to different people? I assure you, I have plenty on my mind.” “Good point. And nice touch by the way, expanding the reception to include Natalie and Jared, and Billy and me.” “Seemed the right thing to do.” He moves to offer a hug. “I love you Mom.” She eagerly accepts. “I love you too, Joseph Francis Riley Buchanan.” “Hey, let’s not play the name game, you’d lose.” “No Joey, I’d win. Each one of those men added something to my life. Most relationships do.” “Point taken.” “So Joey,” the wise mother continues, “is it possible you married Billy to effect change on a smaller level?” “You are scary smart. I figured I couldn’t change the masses, but I could sheppard two already wonderful young adults into adulthood. That was the big appeal.” “And in the process you got changed. Interesting.” Joey is surprised. “It is, isn’t it?” Billy and Joey’s bedroom, that night Billy is lying in Joey’s big strong strength-giving arms. “Billy, how are you feeling?” “Sick of asparagus.” Billy offers a tease. Joey takes that as a good sign. He adjusts his position a bit, which gets Billy’s attention. He caresses his cheek while finding Billy’s eyes and holding them tightly as well. Billy knows instantly where this is going. “Joey, you don’t have…” “Shhh!” Joey says, quietly and sweetly. “We’ve shared enough words. I think it’s time we shared something else.” Billy can’t help but tremble. It is as if all circuits in his body instantly turned on. Joey feels it and then his body mimics it. Dad Joey allows his lips to find and linger on Dad Billy’s. Electricity starts flowing. Circuits are completed. Things are figured out rather quickly. Love is finally consummated. The Vega House, six weeks later (around mid-August) “Thanks guys, for helping me move all this stuff back here.” “No problem Stud!” Kyle teases. “But you promised us beer and pizza. We intend to get paid.” “And dessert!” Oliver adds. “I’m really wanting my dessert.” “Geez guys!” Cris says. “Don’t you ever get enough …dessert.” He can’t even say it with a straight face. “Do you?” Oliver asks. Cris grins, “No! I guess not.” “Good, so shut up all ready,” Kyle says, “and order the pizza.” While Cris does as requested, Oliver and Kyle step out onto the front porch. “Look Kyle, the house next door is for sale. I think I’m getting an idea.” “You really want to buy the house next to Cris’?” “If it’s decent. I don’t see why not. We certainly get along and the Angel Square Hotel is getting kind of old. We have some money now, what with your Todd money and my job. I’m sure we could qualify.” Kyle signs on quickly. “All right. Let’s go for it. That has always been my dream for us anyway. And it already has a white picket fence.” Cris joins them. “All right guys. Pizza is on the way.” Oliver turns serious. “How would you feel about us buying that house?” He points to the one next door. Cris’ eyes widen. “Mr. Clumsky’s house! It’s a fixer-upper. Most of this neighborhood is now. It’s definitely not the neighborhood it used to be.” “Well then, sounds like it needs a few gays.” Kyle is quick to declare. “Haven’t you read that when gays move into a neighborhood the property values go up?” Cris laughs. “No, I haven’t read that.” “It’s true.” Ollie makes an observation. “You didn’t answer the question.” Cris moves forward and puts an arm around both men’s waist. “I would be honored to live next to you guys. But just know that one day you’ll have to give me up. I plan to find a partner of my own.” Kyle breaks free and starts jumping around pointing at Cris. “You said partner! You didn’t say woman! We’ve won you over!” “Well, of course I meant woman.” Cris argues, even as he is holding tight to Oliver. When Kyle calms down, Oliver says. “Well until then, you’ll have very loving neighbors. If you don’t mind?” “Nah! I don’t mind. In fact, I think we have time for dessert before the pizza gets here.” “Hot damn!” Kyle yells as he runs past them into the house and directly into the bedroom. “Mr. Vega!” Oliver jokes, as he bows and lets Cris enter first. Once inside Cris stops and lets Oliver pass him. He then shuts and locks the front door. “If my mother only knew what I was doing in her house, she would never have decided to retire to Puerto Rico.” “Too late now,” Oliver teases. “She sold you the house. Un rey puede hacer como él desea en su propio castillo (A king may do as he wants in his own castle).” “You should talk, Clomo. When are you going to tell your parents?” “Three weeks, actually.” “Guys!” Kyle screams as he emerges naked from the bedroom. “Beefstick is ready for action. Where are Thumper and Pepperoni?” “We’re coming! We’re coming!” Cris and Oliver answer jointly. |
| appleridge | Aug 21 2009, 06:40 AM Post #2 |
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LOL Beefstick, Thumper Pepporoni Seriously Its getting good and Im glad Joey and Billy made Love |
| CodeBlazeKish | Aug 21 2009, 06:48 AM Post #3 |
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Great Chapter Steve!! love kyle's last line.. so who Thumper and pepperoni?
Edited by CodeBlazeKish, Aug 21 2009, 06:49 AM.
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| b32guy | Aug 22 2009, 03:08 AM Post #4 |
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I love it long and wavy!
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Ha! I was afraid that might be too much for this audience, but I thought, what the heck. Only one more chapter and it has an even better moment. Thanks guys! |
| Nukester | Aug 30 2009, 08:52 PM Post #5 |
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:grin: good'un :grin: now let me rip it to shreds:
See, that's why children shouldn't be allowed to watch so much Amerikkkan television, all the violence desensitizes them to other people's suffering. We need more love & sex on television and way way way less slash & spatter, gore & guts, explosions and shoot-outs. Bottom line, the kid didn't even offer to kiss the boo-boo.
That's what I'm talking about. Kids are way ahead of the uptight parents. I know some couples who've raised their kids around nudity their entire lives (not to mention gay people). Isn't that a whole lot better than raising kids around adults shooting each other? Well, I think so, anyways. But then I'm a traditional Gay guy -- no kids and never been shot.
I think Kyle might have come back with, "It sure can be. But if you get it right, it's emotionally liberating!" He goes over to his desk and pulls out some equipment "Here, let me show you the ropes." He holds up some cotton cords.
I think your Oliver has a beer drinking problem. Unless he's Czech. Czechs drink beer 24/7. But if you've made Oliver Czech, you have to change the spelling of his last name to Fiš. (fyi) THAT IS ONE OF THE BEST LINES I'VE READ IN ANY STORY POSTED HERE! I've been smirking and tittering all thru this story, but that's not only cute, but poinient. Nukester bows to your turn of phrase and child's wise logic. And anyone that hasn't caught how witty you're being, is missing the entire point. You're just sitting back and smirking yourself to death, aren't you? We'll don't. At least not until AFTER you finish the story. Then smirk all you want, Smirkster. :woo: |
| b32guy | Aug 31 2009, 06:45 AM Post #6 |
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I love it long and wavy!
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Smirkster - I like that - can I change my screename because you are exactly right. I have been laughing and smirking myself silly - and we both know I'm already pretty darn silly. Definitely, one odd duck! Thanks smirkster nukester kishster fishster blister lister, mister. :twirl: |
| devillies | Sep 2 2009, 11:36 PM Post #7 |
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loved it, especially billy and joey "doing it" ' |
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