"Thanks Mikey, I owe you one...yes, I owe you lots, I know...thanks, I'll be out front, see you in ten."

Gerard hung up and thought back to how his day had started...

Gerard woke in a mostly dark room, with a stiff neck and no immediate idea of where he was. Sitting up slowly, pushing a blanket off of himself, he realised that he was still on the floor of the bedroom, in the house he'd gone to the party at...while Frank was curled up on the bed, snoring softly.

He thought about waking Frank, but wasn't really sure what to say. He stood up on slightly shaky legs and looked around the room. On top of the dresser, there was a notepad and pen.


Frank,

sorry that I spoiled last night, and I'm sorry that I upset you. I do want to carry on with our sessions if you do, but I have to go home now. I'll see you Friday,

G.


Gerard placed the note on the pillow next to Frank's head then quietly left the room, closing the door behind himself and going in search of his jacket.

---

(Time passes)

*groan*

"Finally awake huh?"

"I feel like I got hit by a truck."

"Kinky, but not quite my friend."

Frank opened his eyes and saw Gabe...but not Gerard.

"Where's Gerard."

"He left you this note, said he had to go."

Frank got up and got dressed quickly.

"I have to go."

"Where are you going?"

Frank looked at Gabe. Gabe knew.

"He's special you know."

"Yeah, that's why I have to go."

(time passes)

Gerard was sat on a bench that was conveniently placed just to the right of the front door. Mikey had said ten minutes, but 'Mikey ten minutes' tended to be about the same as everyone else's twenty to thirty minutes, so Gerard knew he had time to check his emails, he had two, both trying to sell him dildos...his texts, none...and his Twitter, that he looked at regularly, but hadn't posted on in months, and that had just been commenting "LOL" to a post about Batman.

He didn't hear the door opening next to him.

Frank ran out tripping, fumbling with his keys. He had to find Gerard. He vaguely remembered where he lived, but his head was in a fog. Fuck, he needed a cigarette.

Gerard looked up, hearing a car entering the street. He didn't see Mikey's car, he saw Frank.

"Frank?"

Frank stopped short and spun around.

"Gerard?"

Gerard waved weakly.

"Hi. Sorry I didn't wake you."

Frank ran over and dropped to his knees in front of Gerard.

"I am so sorry, please forgive me."

Gerard tipped his head, frowning slightly.

"What are you sorry for?...you didn't do anything wrong."

"I did. I brought personal feelings into your contract."

Gerard was confused.

"What do you mean, what feelings?"

"Maybe you two should come in and talk. Gerard, call your brother and tell him you have a ride home. He will understand."

Gabe stood in the doorway, holding coffee mugs. Gerard looked up at Gabe, then at Frank. He sighed and nodded.

"Yeah, if that's coffee, then ok."

He smiled lightly as he pulled his cell from his pocket. Frank looked at Gabe and Gabe winked.
Gerard stood up as he dialled...after a couple of rings, Mikey answered.

"Hi Mikey. Sorry but I don't need a ride now...I'm sorry...yes I know...no Mikey, I won't buy you a hamster as an apology...or a fish..."

Gerard rolled his eyes.

"...or a dragon. Mikey, dragons aren't real, we've talked about this...ok...ok Mikey, I'll buy you a drink...look, I gotta go, I'll talk to you later...yeah, bye."

He hung up and turned to look at Frank and Gabe. He blushed and looked down.

"Sorry about that."

"Little brothers huh?"

Gabe laughed and ushered them both in.

"Goodness Gabriel shut the door!"

"Sorry grandma."

The old lady that greeted Gerard last night came up to him.

"I hope you have an appitite..."

She poked his belly.

"Too skinny."

She turned to Frank

"Better take good care of this one and feed him."

She patted Frank's cheek and then left.

Gerard looked at Gabe with pink cheeks. He wanted to ask about the man's grandmother knowing what he liked to do with his 'friends', but he didn't feel it was his place to ask...he barely knew Gabe.

He looked at Frank, wondering why Gabe's grandmother had thought Frank should be the one to feed him. He had questions, but his natural submissiveness rendered him silent.

"Sorry about that. Spanish grandparents aren't known for staying quiet."

Gerard smiled weakly, looking down...he didn't know what to say.

"Italians are the same Gabe, don't worry..."

Frank laughed and then looked at Gerard. He touched the small of his back.

"You okay?"

Gerard jumped minutely, eyes flashing up to Frank before he relaxed and nodded, smiling softly.

"Yeah just..."

He swallowed then giggled nervously.

"Yeah, I'm ok."

"Let's eat then before we get yelled at."

Gerard nodded and let himself be lead by Frank and Gabe to the dining room. He sat down at the table quietly.

"You should speak your mind more. You hold too much in."

Gerard looked down at his hands, neatly folded in his lap and frowned for a moment, then looked back up.

"What do you mean?"

Gabe's grandmother looked at him.

"You have much to say. It's in your eyes."

Gerard looked at her, tilting his head.

"I guess...I guess I'm not used to having anyone listen, so I stopped bothering."

"He listen. He a good listener or I box his ears."

Gerard was confused.

"Sorry, who listens?"

"Frank. He will listen to you, but first he has to hear you."

Gerard sighed and nodded, he still wasn't any clearer as to what the elderly lady thought he had to say, but it felt too early in the morning to start that kind of conversation with someone he didn't even know.

"Abuelita, the man needs coffee first before questions."

Gabe shooed his grandmother out of the room with a wink. Gerard gave him a small, grateful smile as he went. Frank sat down next to him.

"You know we can leave anytime you want."

"I know but...coffee does sound good."

Gerard said seriously, forcing down a giggle. Frank smiled.

"We are not in contract right now, please be yourself. Besides, I like your giggle."

Gerard felt his face heat up. He dropped his head, hiding in his hair as a nervous giggle escaped his lips.

"Yeah that one."

Gerard looked up through his hair, smiling slightly.

"Um, Frank?..."

He asked tentatively.

"What did you mean before, about bringing personal feelings into the contract?"

Frank sighed.

"I let myself compare our professional relationship to a personal one that is long over and although it didn't this time, it could have compromised your safety by causing distraction."

Gerard tipped his head, was Frank talking about the relationship Gabe told him about last night?

"Do you...do you want more than a professional relationship Frank?...cause if you do then I'm sorry..."

He shook his head, voice growing quieter as he looked down at his hands.

"...but I can't give you that."

"NO!"

Frank didn't mean to yell.

"No, I'm not looking for anything...I don't know if I will ever be ready again."

Gerard jumped slightly at Frank's shout, then relaxed with a small sigh when Frank continued.

"Well that's good then..."

He said a little shakily.

"...cause I like our sessions, and I don't want them to stop...do you?"

"I like them too. You are a very good submissive."

Gerard blushed.

"I am?"

"Yes, you take direction very well and you ask the right questions."

Gerard smiled, letting a little pride shine in his eyes...no one ever told him that before.

"Well, you give good direction...and you make me feel safe when we're in a scene."

"And that is the best that any Dom/sub relationship can hope for."

Gabe came out of the kitchen with his grandmother holding a big platter of food.

"Now let's eat!"

(time passes)

Frank and Gerard were nearly at his home when Frank found that he needed to stop.

"I guess I am not used to Spanish food..."

He joked as he pulled into the Starbucks parking lot.

"Here..."

Frank pulled out a $10.

"Get me a chai and whatever you want."

He walked ahead into the building and headed to the bathroom.

Gerard looked at the note in his hand, frowning slightly before pushing his worries away and following Frank inside.

He walked up to the counter and waited in line behind a tall man who's muscles looked defined, even in his suit. The man was huffing and tutting at how long he was having to wait, even though Gerard had seen him walk in just a few seconds before Frank. Gerard had worked Saturdays in a coffeehouse when he was younger and he frequented them often now, so he knew how long orders took to fill, and this guy was just being unreasonably impatient to Gerard's way of thinking.

Gerard sighed as he saw the girl behind the counter getting a little flustered by the man's tutting and scowling...he'd been there. He offered her a supportive smile, but froze when the man turned to stare down at him. Gerard shrunk back a step. It was Matt, the Dom from the club.

Gerard felt his heart start to quicken and his hands shake.

"Well well if it isn't Gee. I see you found yourself someone that you think is better than me..."

Gerard glanced toward the closed bathroom door, then back to the intimidating man, his eyes wide and his breath shaky, blunt fingernails digging into his palms. His mouth was wet and he felt like he was going to vomit.

Matt backed Gerard out of the line and into a dimly lit corner.

"So is he giving you what you need? Is he making sure you are a good girl down on your knees for him?"

Gerard trembled, eyes flicking to the sides, hoping someone, anyone would interrupt this. He couldn't answer. He was pretty sure he would throw up all over the front of Matt's suit if he even opened his mouth.

"Did you forget how to behave when your Dom is speaking to you? Perhaps you need a review on the rules."

Matt reached out and grabbed Gerard's shirt. Gerard squeezed his eyes shut, a strangled squeak escaping his lips.

"HEY!"

Matt spun around to see a short tattooed man stalking up to him. The next thing Matt knew is how hard the stucco brick was that the wall was made of.

"Gee? Gee, come on speak to me!"

Frank was on his knees after knocking out that asshole that was messing with Gerard.

"Gee, come on baby, come back to me."

"I'm sorry Master..."

Gerard murmured, eyes wide and staring at nothing.

"I'm sorry Master, I'm sorry Master, I'm sorry..."

Frank caressed the older man's face. He knew he had to get him out of there, but he couldn't take him home because the brother could be there and he had little to no idea of Gerard's life style...he had no choice, he carefully scooped Gerard up in his arms. He left his card with the register girl telling her to call the police and that he wanted to press charges, then gently placed Gerard in his car and drove them back to his.

(time passes)

"I'm...sorry...M-Master, I'm s-sorry..."

Tears were rolling down Gerard's face and he didn't know why. He didn't know where he was, or with whom.

"M-Master, I'm sorry M-Master..."

Frank had gone to take a shower and wrap his hand. The guy had a fucking hard jaw. He was just finishing when he heard Gerard whimpering. He left the bathroom and entered his bedroom.

"Gee?"

Gerard turned glassy eyes slowly toward the voice.

"M-Master?"

Frank was still slightly wet with his hair dripping. He moved, careful of his injured hand.

"No Gee, it's Frank."

Gerard swallowed and blinked slowly.

"F-Frank?"

"Yeah Gee, its me."

He sat on the chair by the bed, he didn't want to sit on the bed and give him the wrong idea.

"Frank I'm..."

Gerard swallowed heavily.

"I-I'm..."

"You're safe. That asshole is long gone, I made sure of that."

"I'm...I'm gonna be sick."

Gerard whimpered as he leaned off the edge of the bed and threw up the little breakfast he'd eaten, all over the floor.

Frank anticipated this. He had a towel there just in case. He lightly touched Gerard's back, soothing him.

After a minute or two, Gerard looked up at Frank slowly, his whole body trembling.

"I'm s-sorry...I'll c-clean it up."

"No no, I got it. I want you to rest and then when you are up to it, we'll talk."

Gerard nodded shakily, wrapping his arms around himself, fingers digging into his sides.

"Could I..."

He took a breath as his voice cracked slightly.

"Could I have some w-water please?"

Frank reached over to the nightstand and picked up a cup with a straw in it.

"Here, sip slowly."

Gerard reached out to take the cup, but his hand was shaking too hard and he whimpered quietly at the sight.

"Here, I'll hold it."

Frank held the glass and gently placed the straw to Gerard's lips.

Gerard parted his lips and accepted the straw, sucking softly with his eyes cast down. He felt like a child.

"That's it. Good."

Frank waited till he was done and then put the glass down. He reached up and caught a drop of water the was sitting on Gerard's lip.

Gerard's breath hitched, his eyes slipping closed...he felt strange, like he was outside of himself, like he was in a dream.

"Well...I will leave you to rest then."

Frank patted Gerard's leg and went to get up.

"Don't go..."

Gerard gasped out in a panicked voice, eyes flying open to look imploringly at Frank.

"P-please?"

Frank looked at him.

"What do you need?"

"I...I don't know."

"On your knees, hands behind your back."

"Y-yes sir."

Gerard stuttered out quietly, moving shakily off of the bed and dropping to his knees on the carpet, hands clasping behind himself.

Frank felt stupid in his towel, but he knew if he went to change, he might lose Gerard's head space. Instead he tightened it and went to his closet where he kept an extra toy case. He brought it to the bed so Gerard could see it. He pulled out a simple flogger.

"Now, you were not truthful with me about something. That means you deserve punishment because you should always be truthful to your master."

"Yes Master but..."

Gerard swallowed and fell silent, biting on his tongue.

"Now what is your safe word?"

"Butterfly."

Gerard replied meekly.

"Good. Now each time you don't answer my question, I will punish you."

"Yes Master."

Frank held the flogger at his hip.

"Did you know who that guy was in the cafe today?"

"Yes M-Master."

"Did you go with him willingly?"

"No Master."

Gerard said, shaking his head emphatically.

"Who was he?"

"It was M-Matt."

Frank searched his mind.

"The last Dom you were with before me?...at the club."

Gerard nodded, whimpering.

"Yes M-Master."

"What did he say to you?"

Gerard shuddered at the memory.


"Well well if it isn't Gee. I see you found yourself someone that you think is better than me."


Gerard glanced toward the closed bathroom door, then back to the intimidating man, his eyes wide and his breath shaky, blunt fingernails digging into his palms. His mouth was wet and he felt like he was going to vomit.


Matt backed Gerard out of the line and into a dimly lit corner.


"So is he giving you what you need? Is he making sure you are a good girl down on your knees for him?"


Gerard trembled eyes flicking to the sides, hoping someone, anyone, would interrupt this. He couldn't answer. He was pretty sure he would throw up all over the front of Matt's suit if he even opened his mouth.


"Did you forget how to behave when your Dom is speaking to you? Perhaps you need a review on the rules."


Matt reached out and grabbed Gerard's shirt. Gerard squeezed his eyes shut, a strangled squeak escaping his lips.


Tears slipped down Gerard's cheeks as he trembled on his knees.

"He asked...he..."

He swallowed.

"He said..."

His voice faded.

"Answer me Gerard or face punishment."

Gerard took a breath.

"He asked if you are g-giving me w-what I need, if you h-have me o-on my knees...he said I n-need a review of the r-rules."

"Do you think I give you what you need?"

Gerard nodded, ignoring more tears as they fell.

"Y-yes Master."

"And do I keep you on your knees?"

"When I n-need it, y-yes Master."

"And do you know the rules as they have been told to you?"

"Y-yes Master."

"So then therefore, everything the Dom said was wrong, wasn't it?"

"Yes, yes M-Master."

"So then he was wrong and you are a fine sub and therefore deserve no punishment."

Frank smiled.

"You may get up now and get back in bed."

"Y-yes Master."

Gerard climbed awkwardly to his feet and crawled back onto the bed before sitting down, his hands folding in his lap.

"Now...how do you feel?"

"I...tired M-Master."

"Then sleep. You deserve it for being so good for me."

"Thank you *yawn* Master."

Gerard's eyes fluttered as he lay down, curling up on his sides, knees pulled up to his chest.
Frank reached out and caressed the sub's hair lightly with his fingers running through it.

"You're safe now Gee. I sent him away. I will always keep you safe...my perfect pet."

Frank yawned. He headed to the sofa to sleep.

(Time passes)

Gerard woke up with a whimper, he opened his eyes and looked around the unfamiliar room. There was very little light filtering through the thick curtains, it could've been midday or midnight, he had no idea. He also had no idea of where he was right now.

"H-hello?"

He whispered, struggling to sit up and wrap his arms around himself...his lower lip wobbling as the last thing he could remember clearly, was Matt backing him against the wall in the coffee shop. Had Matt taken him somewhere?

Frank grumbled in his sleep. The couch really sucked to sleep on, but he was not going to share the bed without Gerard's permission. He sighed and tried to fall back asleep.

Gerard was too scared to move. If this was Matt's place, he didn't want to alert the other man to the fact that he was awake. He sat and shook, hugging his knees up to his chest as quiet, uncontrollable sobs started to wrack his body.

"Ugh, Fuck this."

Frank got up and headed to his room. He knocked on the door lightly.

"Hey Gee?"

Gerard let out a high pitched squeak and tried to bury his head between his knees.

"Gerard?"

Frank was worried the boy was having a nightmare.

"It's Frank, I'm coming in."

Frank opened the door and looked in. He saw the sub huddled shaking in the bed.

"Oh Gee."

He crossed over quickly.

"Hey, shush it's okay, you're safe Gee."

Gerard jerked backward, his head snapping up, eyes wide and breath ragged for a moment before his brain caught up with who his eyes were seeing.

"M-Master?"

He whimpered timidly.

"Yes my pet, I'm here."

Gerard swallowed, shivering and clinging to himself.

"W-where's here Master?"

"My home. After our session, you were tired and wanted to rest. I lent you my bed and I took the sofa."

Gerard frowned slightly, what had he missed, and why couldn't he remember?

"We had a s-session, Master?"

"We did. It was to show you that people were wrong in your past and that you are a good sub."

"I don't remember Master."

Gerard said quietly, eyes falling to his lap.

"Do you know how I feel about you?"

Gerard nodded his head a little, unsurely.

"You think I'm a good sub, Master."

"And does it matter what anyone else thinks?"

"No Master."

"So what does that tell you?"

"That I..."

Gerard frowned slightly.

"I don't know Master."

"Yes you do."

"That...that you are my Master, and that I don't have to worry about..."

Gerard shivered, sniffing quietly.

"...about Matt, or anyone else but you, Master."

"That is correct. See Gerard, you know your place."

Frank smiled easily.

"I think you deserve a reward for you correct answers. What would you like?'

Gerard chewed his lip for a moment in contemplation, then released it and looked hopefully at Frank, a small smile on his lips and a blush growing on his cheeks.

"Could we play please Master?"

"Would you like to play here or at the club?"

"Here Master...please?"

"Will you follow me then?"

"Yes Master."

Gerard climbed off of the bed and lowered his head, hands going behind his back automatically.

"Gerard we are not in play mode yet, relax. Would you like a tour of my home first and perhaps something to eat?"

"Oh um...yes, thank you Master."

Gerard said quietly, dropping his hands to his sides but then finding himself feeling a bit awkward and wrapping his arms around his middle.

"Gerard."

Gerard looked up.

"Yes Master?"

"Not Master."

Gerard swallowed.

"Sorry, Frank."

"Better. Now, come on."

Frank held his hand out.

Gerard giggled slightly as he placed his hand into Frank's. His cheeks pinked a little.

"Lead the way."

(time passes)

"I can't...I can't breathe!"

Frank was rolling on the floor laughing. He had fallen off his chair as Gerard told him about his brother's reaction to finding a vibrator under Gerard's bed when they were teenagers.

Gerard buried his face in his hands to hide the bright colour of his cheeks.

"Shut up, it wasn't that funny..."

He giggled.

"At least it wasn't the big one."

"Wait...how big was it?!"

Gerard peeked over his fingers at Frank.

"The one he found?...only 7 inches."

"And it wasn't the biggest?! Man, no wonder you wanted to try fisting...I mean...uh....sorry?"

Gerard's eyes went wide for a moment before he disappeared behind his hands again and started to shake with silent laughter.

Frank got up off the floor and fixed the chair. He went to the fridge.

"You want another beer?"

"Sure..."

Gerard answered, trying to stop his giggles.

"...only one more though, I don't want a repeat of when I went to Vegas."

"Oh you have to tell me this one!"

Frank popped the tops on the beers and brought them to the table. He pulled out more of the sandwich fixens.

"Another sandwich?"

"Not a good idea..."

Gerard said with a shake of his head.

"But why is a story for another day. So, Vegas..."

He took a drink then cleared his throat.

"So I went to Vegas with some friends just after I left college. We got up to the usual, drinking, a bit of gambling. Well, one night, we were basically playing truth or dare and I had had a couple beers too many and...and I said dare."

Frank finished making his sandwich and sat back down. He took a pull from his beer after taking a bite and gave his full attention.

"My friend Jacob was the only one at the time who knew that I'm gay, and he dared me to seduce whoever was headlining at the hotel we were staying at. Jacob was also the only one who knew who that was."

"So..."

Frank swallowed his bite.

"...who was it?"

Gerard hid his face again and mumbled his answer into his hands.

"I didn't hear you."

Gerard sighed and dropped his hands, his face was bright red and he couldn't meet Frank's eyes.

"I said...it was Elton John."

Frank was in mid bite when Gerard spoke. He looked up with wide eyes and inhaled. Gerard looked up as he heard Frank start to choke.

"Frank!"

He jumped up and rushed to Frank's side, patting him hard on the back.

"Cough it up Frank, don't die on me please."

Frank's eyes were watering and his face was turning purple.

"Frank please, breathe for me..."

Gerard started to panic, hitting Frank's back harder.

"I don't know what to do Frank, please be ok?"

His eyes started to roll back.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck...HEIMLICH!!..."

Gerard nearly facepalmed when he remembered that one first aid lesson he'd taken back in high school. He quickly moved behind Frank and wrapped his arms around him.

"Hold on Frank, I've got you."

He pulled Frank off of his chair and gave him a quick, hard squeeze around his middle. The food flew out of Frank's mouth and across the table as he gasped for air.

Gerard sat Frank back on his chair, then grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and handed it to Frank before kneeling down on the floor in front of him, taking his hand.

"Are you ok Frank?...you scared me..."

He reached up and brushed Frank's hair from his face as he tried not to cry with relief.

"I didn't mean to make you choke...I'm sorry."

He looked down sadly.

"E-E-Elton?"

Frank's voice was raspy. Gerard looked up through his lashes.

"Y-yes?"

He said hesitantly.

"A-A-And...did you?"

Gerard bit his lip, his cheeks heating up even more as he nodded slowly.

"And d-d-did he?"

Gerard swallowed, then nodded again.

"Wow...I mean...when was this?"

"Well, I was 19, so it was 9 years ago...he was 60."

"I...wow...I don't know what to say? Was it good?"

"Um, kinda?..."

Gerard said uncertainly, squirming slightly on his knees.

"It was sort of vanilla, but for his age, the man had stamina."

Frank kind of stared at the older man for a bit.

"Well...I guess what happens in Vegas really does stay there huh?"

"Yeah, I guess so..."

Gerard chuckled quietly.

"Anyway, that's why I don't drink more than a couple anymore...Jacob basically forced me out of the closet to our friends that night and I was too drunk to regret it til the next day."

"Did they give you an attitude about it?"

"Well, they hacked my Facebook and posted badly photoshopped pictures of male porn with Elton's and my head onto my page for a month."

"Well at least no one would believe that."

"True, but they made a couple that weren't so badly done...they looked real and my mum unfriended me on Facebook and wouldn't talk to me for 2 months."

"And what about now? How are you with your family...I mean other than your brother?"

"Well not brilliant, but mum does at least acknowledge when I'm in the room now."

"Well fuck them, they don't know what they are missing and if they do, they are too stupid to care."

Gerard sighed, looking down and away.

"I guess..."

He murmured with a little shrug.

"Dad never really got me anyway, so him ignoring me is actually an improvement."

"Hey..."

Frank gently took Gerard's face and turned it toward him.

"None of that. You are amazing, you are beautiful, you are perfect the way you are."

Gerard smiled softly.

"Thank you Frank, it's a long time since anyone was as nice to me as you are."

"Well that is wrong, you deserve it so much."

Gerard shrugged slightly.

"I guess."

"Gerard...do I have to punish you?"

Gerard felt a shiver run through his body...he swallowed, shifting slightly on his knees.

"M-Master?"

Frank moved to stand up.

"I asked you a question."

Gerard's breath hitched as his hands moved unconsciously to link behind his lower back.

"Y-yes Master."

"Are you going to answer it?"

Gerard nodded slightly.

"Yes Master, you d-do need to p-punish me."

"And why am I punishing you?"

"Because I...I..."

Gerard swallowed heavily.

"Because I don't believe that I deserve y-you being so n-nice to me, M-Master."

"No, that is not why you deserve punishment..."

Gerard tilted his head slightly, he didn't know why if it wasn't that.

"You deserve punishment because you disagreed with me, your Master."

"I understand M-Master. I'm sorry Master."

"Follow me."

Frank began to walk out of the kitchen and into the living room.
Gerard trembled as he placed his hands onto the tiled floor in front of him, and crawled after his Master.
Frank wasn't worried. Other than in the kitchen, the rest of his house had a soft carpet. There would be no rug burn. He led Gerard to a door.

"This is my playroom. You can choose to turn back now if you want with no hard feelings."

Gerard sat back on his knees and looked up at Frank with wide, trusting eyes.

"No Master, I...I deserve my punishment."

Frank nodded and opened up the door.

"Then welcome to my dungeon."

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how's you?

I'm sorry our updates are a little slower right now, that's totally on me. We used to have a couple of chapters of every fic written in advance, just waiting to be edited and put up, but illness and personal issues have slowed me down and kept me from writing. Hopefully we are going to get faster again now.

So I hope you enjoyed the chapter, no 'scenes', but lots of talking and a tease for the next chapter too.

Anyway, until next time...PLEASE COMMENT, and peace out babies!
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