My Desirable Prison

Disclaimer: I own all the characters. I don’t know why I still write this but it’s an unbreakable habit.


Dannigurl: Thanks for the reviews everyone. I know that the last chapter was late but I’ve been crazy busy. If everyone who wants to be told when I’ve post an update, please leave your email addresses.


Dramastarelf: To answer your question, no I did not name Jesse after John Winthrop. To tell you the truth, I had no clue who you were talking about until a few days later when my professor mentioned it. Lol, I’m really bad with anything historical.


P.S: I always confuse the time period so if I said it was like a month since Jesse was at the mansion and now I say it’s like three just bear with me. I always contradict myself with the dates so it’s whatever lol.


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CHAPTER 8:


“Knock, knock. You busy Jesse?” Elsie walked into Jesse’s room, returning the smile Jesse gave her as a greeting.

“Never too busy for you Elsie. What’s up?” Setting aside the book that Evan had given as a reading assignment, Jesse turned his full attention to Elsie. He and Elsie had fast become friends since his time at the mansion. During his first week there, she had made it seem like he was there of his own free will. They would spend their time laughing about stupid things, mostly about things that Daniel did or said.

“It’s Mrs. Scott. She’s been asking for you all day, something about the two of you catching up on old times,” Elsie said with a chuckle. “She’s waiting for you in her parlor.”

“Thanks, Elsie. I’ll head over there now. We still on for movie night?” Jesse asked as he slipped his feet into his favorite loafers. Loafers, ha! If anyone had told him he would be wearing loafers around the house again, he would have told them to lay off whatever it was that they were smoking.


“Yes, if you promise there won’t be a repeat of last time.” Elsie had gone for more popcorn and in the time it took for the kernels to pop and for her to return, Aidan had found Jesse alone and proceeded to strip off half his clothes. Thankfully it had been the upper half of his clothing, not the lower. There was only so much Elsie could handle and that had come very, very, very close to the edge.

Laughing as he pulled Elsie from his room and closed the door, Jesse reassured her that it wouldn’t happen again. After they marked the couch as their own, Jesse had admonished Aidan as sternly as he could. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you look at it, a stern Jesse equaled a sexy Jesse in Aidan’s eyes. Parting ways with Elsie in front of Sylvia’s door with plans to meet up later tonight, Jesse knocked and entered at Sylvia’s soft “Come in.”

The curtains were drawn and the room was flooded with sunlight; it was light and airy, just the environment both Sylvia and Jesse liked. Looking around for the woman for the woman who had quickly become like family to him, he spotted her neatly tucked into her bed. Smiling as she put down the book she was reading, Sylvia bid Jesse to come closer and patted the space next to her on the bed.

“Jesse, love, it has been so long since we have had a chance to talk. If an old lady did not know better, she would think you have been avoiding her.” She graced Jesse another smile; this one had just a hint of mischief.

“Now Sylvia, we both know I would never do such a thing. I’ve just been…busy. You know, with…stuff.” Jesse settled himself onto the space that Sylvia made for him.

“Oh, but of course. I know my grandson can be quite the…handful.” Sylvia’s laughter made blood rush to the tips of Jesse’s ears but rather than comment, he just shrugged. It was common knowledge to the entire household that Aidan and Jesse were having sex every chance they got.

“So,” Jesse began in an effort to change the subject, “how have you been feeling?” He shifted so that he could look at the point right between her eyes. Lying to her had become difficult in a short period of time. /Mom is just like her. *Was*…was just like her/ Everything is okay, right?”

Jesse fidgeted under the intense stare that Sylvia shot him. He knew she knew that he was purposefully changing the subject; he just hoped she didn’t call him on it. “Actually Jesse, everything is not okay.”


“What do you mean?” Jesse frowned, his eyes darting around to see if there were any visible signs of illness. “Are you ill, Sylvia? Does Aidan know?”

“Calm down, Jesse! My God, you worry more than an old lady.” She clasped his hand and gave it a gentle pat. When she didn’t let go Jesse grew wary. “This is actually about you.”

“Me?” Jesse winced when his voice cracked on that simple word. He’d known that it would happen sooner or later but he had hoped he would have more time. “Uh, what about me? I’m fine, perfectly healthy and happy and everything that is good in the world.” The thing about babbling is that once you start, it’s nearly impossible to stop.

“Wisdom is something that comes with age. I can see things that other people miss or might ignore. I know the truth Jesse, you don’t have to lie anymore, at least to me anyway.” Sylvia patted Jesse’s hand again in an effort to comfort him.

Sighing, Jesse rose from the bed and went to the window. “You seem to be taking this very calmly. What exactly is it that you know, Sylvia?” He kept his fidgeting hands in front of him, blocking them from her view. Any sign of nervousness was a sign that something was wrong. Nothing was wrong, nothing.

There was a pregnant pause as Sylvia seemed to hesitate, maybe deciding what she wanted to say and what she did not. “I think you know Jesse. You have not been as careful as you thought you were at hiding your secret.”

“I know.” Jesse whispered. “I thought that I was a bit better at hiding it. If you can tell then so can everyone else.” He ran a finger through his hair, idly thinking that he should get a haircut soon. “Is it such a bad thing Sylvia? Is it so bad that I might be falling in love with your grandson?” Jesse said this as he turned to face Sylvia, his expression one of confusion.


“Oh, Jesse. I think it is wonderful that you are growing closer to my grandson but that is not what I meant.” Her gentle smile set Jesse at ease, even as her words caused a sense of unease.


“What did you mean then?” He was surprised at the level tone he managed. Lord knew how many things Sylvia could be referring to.

“Your parents, Jesse.” Sylvia’s gaze did not waver at Jesse’s nervous gasp or the guilty look on his face.

“What about my parents?” He asked softly. He fought to keep his breathing under control and succeeded to some degree, even though it still felt like he was about to have a heart attack. He could feel sweat started to bead over his upper lip and dot his forehead. //Aidan can’t find out about this. Fuck, I need to start damage control. Don’t lose your cool Jesse. She doesn’t know anything. Your parents are dead. End of story, no sequel//

Sylvia replied to Jesse, unaware of his inner struggle. “I know that you lied about your parents. I know that they are not dead. I know that you changed your last name from Winthorpe to Winthrop. I know who you are. You are Jesse Winthorpe, sole heir to Winthorpe Enterprises and that you disappeared at the age of 14. Your parents have been looking for you ever since. I think they might have given up by now.”

Jesse dropped heavily into the closest seat and ran his hands roughly across his face. When he looked up again, there was no expression on his face. “You’re wrong Sylvia. My parents are dead and I think you’ll understand why I don’t want to continue this conversation.” He kept his voice on an even level and never once blinked.


“Jesse…how did you parents die?” Sylvia asked softly. She watched carefully for anything that might clue her in as to why Jesse lied about who he was. Most children would give their body parts to be as wealthy as he was and yet he was trying to run away from it.


“They died….they died….they died in a…car crash.” By the slump of his shoulders, she knew that he had realized his mistake.


“You said your mother died in her sleep and your father was murdered.” Sylvia said softly. “Why did you lie Jesse?” She beckoned him over towards the bed once again, her worry growing at the sight of unshed tears in his eyes. He walked slowly towards her, as if he barely had the energy to stay upright.

“It’s the classic story actually.” A bitter laughter accompanied the casual statement. “I was fourteen when my parents found out that I had “homosexual tendencies” as my Dad put it. My best friend and I were caught in compromising positions.” Jesse winced as he remembered the look on his father’s face when he saw his son’s balls in another guy’s mouth. “My dad walked in us, freaked, chased my friend out and called me every name, written in every book. He said I was dead to him and if it wasn’t for my mom he’d “get rid of me. He also said that God was punishing him because he must have done something of pure evil to deserve a faggot of a son. I was hurt and angry so I left. I knew my dad was more concerned about everyone finding out his precious heir was gay so I saved him the humiliation by running away.” Jesse turned away from the pitying look Sylvia gave. He didn’t want it, in fact he didn’t need it because he was surviving just fine.

“Oh, Jesse. I am sorry that you had to grow through that, especially at that young age. Your father had no right to say those things to you. You did not mention your mother though. Did she not stand up for you?”

The teen smiled softly at the mention of his mother. “Yes, she did or at least she tried to. My dad silenced her quickly and painfully. It was the first time he had ever raised a hand to her. None of us could believe it, I think my dad more than anyone. I couldn’t bear to see the devastation I had brought to my family just because I liked guys better, so I left and never returned.” Jesse sank tiredly onto the bed, hoping that Sylvia was finished asking him questions. He wanted to sigh in frustration when she asked one more and the one he was probably dreading the most.


“Are you going to tell my grandson about this?” she asked softly, sensing the answer was going to be a resounding no.


“I don’t want to. It doesn’t matter does it? I mean I’ll be eighteen in a few months so my parents won’t be my legal guardians anymore.” Jesse shot her a pleading look which promptly wilted at the determined look she gave him.

“I think he deserves to know. If the two of you want to build this relationship -,” she paused when Jesse snapped to attention when she said relationship, “then you need to be honest with him. I know my grandson and if it is anything that he is serious about, it’s honesty. Just give it some thought. I promise not to say anything.” She smiled that gentle smile of hers, making Jesse feel like everything would be alright. “Now, how about some brunch, hmn? Give an old lady some time to look pretty and I’ll meet you in the parlor.”

“Thanks Sylvia, for staying quiet about this.” Moving closer to her, Jesse gave her a hug, holding on a little longer than usual. “Brunch sounds fine as long as I finish in time for my lessons with Evan.”

“You’re welcome Jesse but be warned. I will not keep this from my grandson forever. You must tell him. Oh and yes, you will be finished in time for your lessons. Nice to see you’re taking them seriously dear. Now shoo and let this fossil look presentable.” She made a shooing motion with her hands and waited for the boy to actually move so she could get out of bed.

Getting the hint, Jesse laughed, got up and moved to the door. “I doubt anyone would call you a fossil Sylvia. You have more spirit than most of the people I know.” With that final word, Jesse closed the door and leaned his head on it. While not the worst secret he had, Sylvia finding out about his parents rattled more than he cared to admit. The last thing he wanted was for Aidan to find out that he had been keeping things from him. Of course Aidan never asked him if he was keeping anything from him so it really didn’t matter.

With that twisted bit of logic in mind, Jesse walked towards his room, only to be stopped by Evan. Smothering the sigh that threatened to escape upon sight of the other man, Jesse prepared himself to give a polite greeting while he kept walking. Unfortunately, Evan had something else in mind.


“Jesse! Just the person I was looking for.” Evan casually put his arm around Jesse’s shoulder and steered him in the opposite direction of his room.


“Is there something I can do for you Evan?” Jesse, just as casually, shrugged Evan’s arm off of his shoulders. He was getting more than a little annoyed at the older man’s constant touching. To others it may seem to be friendly touches but they felt more like caresses. Jesse didn’t like it; there was only one man now allowed to caress him and it was not Evan.

“Let’s go into the den so we can speak without interruption.” He smiled charmingly and allowed Jesse to walk in front of him. This was done so that he could enjoy the view that was not afforded to him very often. The sway of the boy’s hips was a fucking eye-fest. He knew that Jesse was wary of him and suspicious of his intentions but he believed with time he’d turn that around.

They entered one of the dens and Evan closed the door behind him. It has been a few weeks since he started tutoring Jesse and he’s wanted him since that first night of light flirtation. It was becoming more than irritating that since the initial flirtation, Jesse did not show any signs of interest. It certainly didn’t make him feel better when Aidan and Jesse practically had sex right in front of him. Just the other day, Aidan had entered the room and Jesse had launched himself on the other man like a rabid dog that smelled fresh blood.

“Sooo…what do you want?” Jesse let impatience color his voice. Today was not the day to deal with Evan. He sat down in one of the chairs by the unlit fireplace and waited for Evan to say what he had to say.

“I wanted to talk about us.” Evan held his hand when he sensed Jesse was about to interrupt. “I know that you think of me as just your tutor but I don’t think of you as just a pupil. I like you Jesse. I like you a lot. I guess all I’m asking is that you give me a chance and get to know me. Maybe in time, you’ll get to like me too.” Evan smiled his most charming smile and hoped it was enough. “What do you say Jesse?”


“No.”

“No? What do you mean no?” The charming smile disappeared with chilling ease. Jesse may not have noticed but a hard gleam had entered Evan’s eyes and any trace of the nice, easy – going guy was gone.


“Evan, look man, you know very well that I’m with Aidan. We’re – ”


Evan cut Jesse off; the boy wasn’t saying what he wanted to hear. “People break up all the time Jesse. Things don’t work out and hearts get broken.”

//Is this guy for real?// Jesse shook his head and stood. “I’m committed to Aidan. I’m not looking for anyone else. He’s all I need. I’m sorry that I can’t tell you that I want to have a relationship with you.” He smiled gently at him, walked to the door, opened it and left. Sometimes Jesse felt and acted more mature than his seventeen years. He didn’t know how he was going to handle spending time with Evan but he would deal with that when the time came. Right now, he needed to go meet Sylvia for brunch and hopefully it was uneventful.

Evan listened to the door closing behind him. His breath hissed out angrily as he tried to control his anger. Rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck, Evan breathed in and out slowly. It didn’t help because just a few seconds later he picked up a vase on one of the smaller tables and threw it against the fireplace. The resulting smash of breaking glass was not in the least bit satisfying. “If you think that it’s over then you’re fucking insane Jesse.” With a small smile, Evan left the room, closing the door softly behind him.




It’s been three months since Jesse’s been at the mansion and one month since he’d received that call from Drake. There hadn’t been anymore phone calls since the first one or any mysterious notes either but that didn’t make him feel any safer or relieved. He’d be a fool to feel either of the two emotions. He knew better than that. He knew what Drake was capable of and he didn’t intend to experience any of that first hand. He was caught in the jaws of venomous snake and he had no idea how to escape. At this point he couldn’t help wondering if it was even possible or if it was worth the effort to try anymore.

One would think that with him staying in the mansion with its heightened security, since his break-in, his fear would lessen but that wasn’t the case. Being in the mansion was only adding to his misery and sense of approaching doom. Normally he wouldn’t care what he had to do to escape but this time…this time he wasn’t the only one involved. There was the staff, Sylvia and even Daniel to worry about. As for Evan, well he could go die in a corner for all Jesse could care. Most importantly though, there was Aidan. Aidan….how could one put into words the relationship that he and Aidan had? It couldn’t be labeled because both of them had refused to do so. Putting labels on what they shared made it something serious, something that would last long enough to need that label. They weren’t ready for that, each for their own reasons. Reasons that could destroy the fragile relationship they had built.

And it is a relationship, no doubt about it. It’s what kind of relationship it is that is in question. Jesse didn’t know what kind it was and he spent many hours of the night, nestled in Aidan’s arms thinking about that very thing. Of course he never looked too closely at the reason he was even asking himself that. He didn’t want to because he realized that if he did, the burden of his numerous secrets would increase tenfold.

Sighing, Jesse slowly peeled off his clothes, dropping them in a trail that led to the pool. Slipping into the cool water from the side, Jesse purred in pleasure. He had always liked swimming laps in the nude with the water lapping over his skin. He had always found release from whatever was bothering him when he swam. His mother understood that but his father didn’t. All the old bastard cared about was seeing how fast Jesse could race so that he could brag to his business associates about his athletic son. Feeling the tension beginning to build once again, Jesse cleared his mind of all thought and focused on mindlessly swimming from one end to the pool to the other.

The laps flowed into each other, one becoming two, twelve becoming twenty. Before long Jesse didn’t know how many laps he had completed. He just enjoyed the slow burn of his exhausted muscles. Slowing his stroke, Jesse came to a complete stop when he heard the soft click of dress shoes on the tiled floor. He smiled and felt his stomach do this funny little flip when he saw Aidan walking towards him.

“Hey gorgeous,” Aidan said as he stooped low to give Jesse a kiss. He had meant it to be chaste but as soon as their lips met, that intention flew out of the window. He swallowed the needy moan issued from Jesse’s parted lips and slipped his tongue into the hot, moist heat of the teen’s mouth. Grabbing the lighter male under his arms, Aidan pulled him out of the pool and laid him on the lounge chair behind him.

Loosening and finally taking off his tie, Aidan didn’t complain when Jesse pulled his shirt apart with enough force to send buttons flying across the room. Almost whimpering when Jesse pinched his right nipple roughly, Aidan bucked his still clothed cock against Jesse’s stomach. Chuckling softly at Aidan’s response, Jesse thrust his tongue more deeply into Aidan’s mouth, relishing the taste and hunger he found there. Withdrawing to playfully bite Aidan’s lower lip, Jesse felt himself get even harder when he saw the look of utter need on Aidan’s face. Sure people had looked at him with need before but this time it was…different. The look was enough for him to spurt streams come on his stomach and on Aidan’s pants. Closing his eyes, Jesse tried to catch his breath, his limbs feeling cumbersome after the exertion of swimming and his oh so welcome climax. His eyes shot open at the deep laughter that suddenly burst from Aidan.

“What’s so funny?” Jesse felt the heating of his cheeks, signaling that he was embarrassed. He wasn’t used to getting off by only being kissed and looked at. He *really* didn’t like the smug smirk that Aidan was giving him.
“Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. Have I told you how adorable you are lately?” Aidan asked, his finger grazing Jesse’s lower lip, licking his lips unconsciously when Jesse let his finger slip into his mouth and sucked on it gently. His gaze lingered on the hooded green eyes of the boy, that’s what he was really, who had come to mean so much to him in such a short period of time.

“Yes, but it wouldn’t hurt to hear it again.” Jesse sucked on Aidan’s finger a little longer before letting it fall from his mouth. He moved his hand down Aidan’s chest to the imprint of the cock pressed intimately against the material of his slacks. “How about we take care of this, hmn?” He gave the clothed cock a gentle squeeze, earning a hitch in Aidan’s breathing.

“As tempting as that sounds, I think I’ll save it for later. Come on, we’re going out.” Grabbing a towel from one of the nearby lounges, Aidan threw it to Jesse and started walking to the door.

“What do you mean going out? I thought I wasn’t allowed to leave the mansion.” Wrapping the towel hurriedly around his waist, Jesse scrambled to catch up with the man that seemed to suddenly be in a rush. He closed Aidan’s bedroom door after them and watched with renewed lust as Aidan took his clothes off in a hurry. Walking totally unabashed by his nakedness, Aidan strode into his closet, apparently searching for clothing, continued to talk to Jesse.

“That’s true but let’s just say tonight is the exception to the rule.” Throwing a pair of pants that looked like the softest leather ever made by man on the bed, Aidan flipped through his shirts before choosing a salmon colored one. “Well,” he looked at Jesse questionably, “are you going to get dressed or do you want me to do it for you?”

“I usually get offers to be helped taking my clothes off, not putting them on.” Jesse wiggled his eyebrows as he gave into temptation and smacked Aidan’s ass. Ducking from the shoe that the other man threw at him, Jesse headed to his own room to find something that was similar to what Aidan was going to wear. He didn’t give a second thought to the fact that leather pants were not five-star restaurant quality but more like loud music, body grinding club quality. He probably should have thought of that.

About thirty minutes later, Jesse walked into Aidan’s room to find the man lying spread-eagled on the king sized bed, clad in black leather pants with a black silk shirt that seemed to caress Aidan’s back lovingly. The image made Jesse rethink going out and just opting for screwing each other until they died. ‘What a way to die,’ Jesse thought.

“Are you going to stand there burning holes in my ass or are you going to tell me you’re ready?” Aidan rolled off the bed and looked at Jesse with appreciation. He didn’t know when the teen acquired the butter colored leather pants or the similar colored tank top but he thanked God that he did. He looked good enough to eat and if they came back early enough, Aidan just might follow through on that. The pants hugged his hips like a thin sheen of sweat and made just a little more blood flow south in Aidan’s own pants.

“I was just enjoying the view.” Leaning against the door frame, Jesse crossed his arms and smirked. “Come here and kiss me.” He straightened up as Aidan came forward and grabbed him around the waist, dragging him flush against his body. Closing his eyes and angling his head upward to Aidan, Jesse parted his lips and waited for contact from Aidan. When the contact finally came, Jesse sighed in pleasure. The kiss was slow and sensual. The slick slide of tongues, circling slowly within both mouths, caused shivers to race up both the spines of Aidan and Jesse.


Gently pulling away, Aidan smiled at Jesse. “Hmn, I like it when you get demanding.” He ran his thumb across Jesse lower lip, groaning when the other boy bit and sucked on his finger. “Enough, enough. If you don’t stop we’re never going to leave and I need to let off some steam.” He extracted his finger from Jesse’s mouth and moved away.


“I can think of other ways to blow off steam, all the emphasis on the blow, but since you insist on going out then fine. Let’s go.” Walking away, Jesse twitched his hips because he knew Aidan’s eyes would be glued to his ass.


They said hi to the staff members as they passed on their way to the garage. Aidan chose the silver boxster for the evening and in minutes they were flying toward their destination. They sat rode in silence, giving Jesse time to think. It had been a while since Jesse had been as happy as he was now. He turned to look at the source of his happiness and felt a goofy grin spread across his face. Just as quickly as the smile came, it went. Fate had a way of screwing him over every time he had just a glimpse of happiness. Sometimes he swore he had a curse like that vampire from that show Angel; every time he was happy he turned evil. He had a feeling that even though he might not turn evil things was going to get bad for him. He had no idea how right he was. Things were about to turn to shit.



Meanwhile back at the house……

Elsie plopped down on the living room couch with her bowl of popcorn, ready to watch the latest Jet Li movie. There was something about the man that set her blood pumping, not that she’d tell anyone that. The opening scene was about to begin when the Elsie heard the chime of the doorbell. Letting out a string of muttered curses, Elsie reluctantly left the couch and headed to the front door. Munching on a handful of popcorn from the bowl she still held in her hand, Elsie took her time on getting to the door. She ignored the continuous ringing because whoever was stabbing at the doorbell like a maniac can wait.

Swinging open the door, prepared to give the person on the other side of the door a piece of her mind, Elsie stopped still upon seeing who was at the door. The bowl of still hot popcorn slipped out of hands, almost in slow motion. Making the sign of the cross, Elsie stared in wide eyed shock at the woman standing before her.

“It’s you.” That was all that she could say.

“Of course it’s me. I see that these last few months haven’t been enough to improve your IQ.” Flipping her gleaming raven black hair, she brushed past Elsie with an air of authority. “Well don’t just stand there, move my bags inside. I can’t expect you to understand this but those bags are worth more than you and your family. Okay maybe not your entire family, how many kids are you up to now? Twenty-five at last count, was it?”

The jibe at her family was enough to snap Elsie out of her state of disbelief. She made a show of looking at the younger woman’s large stomach and let her pity show on her face. “At least I know who the father of my children is? Do you? Who is Bianca? Your husband or every other man alive?”


“Why you little bitch. I ought to – ” She swirled around to the staircase and the voice that interrupted her.


“You ought to what Bianca?” Sylvia descended the stairs slowly, her face a cold mask.

“Mrs. Scott, I didn’t see you there.” Bianca brushed a stray lock of her hair behind her ear and forced a smile to her lips. She was more than a little disappointed that Sylvia was actually still alive but hey accidents happened to old people, didn’t they? “You’re looking well; I’ve missed you.” Bianca walked over to Sylvia and tried to give her a kiss on both cheeks; she masked her annoyance when Sylvia side-stepped her.

“Cut the bullshit Bianca. The only thing you missed was my grandson’s money. You’re not welcome here any longer. You’ve shown what you’re really interested. So why don’t you take that poor child that’s growing inside of you and get the hell out of my house!” Sylvia’s chest heaved with barely controlled anger. She had a hell of a lot of more class than Bianca but Sylvia just itched to tell the bitch what she needed to hear.

“Okay that’s it old lady. I don’t know why you think you can talk to me this way. This house is just as much mine as it yours so don’t give me a hard time. I don’t know who you think you are trying to keep me out of my own house.” Bianca’s mouth was set in a hard line, making her face appear ugly and vicious. Elsie stood silently as the two women squared off against each other, ready to step in if the younger Scott woman tried anything toward the elder.


“I’m Aidan’s grandmother and that gives me the right to say what I want in this house and to whom I want.”


“Well guess what grandma, I’m his fucking wife! Meaning what is his is mine! Mine, mine, mine! Now the sooner you learn and comprehend the meaning of that the better. Get used to the fact that I’m back and that I’m the mother of your grandson’s child.” Bianca turned her back on the elder Scott and looked at the maid or whatever the hell she was supposed to be. “Now, where the fuck is my husband?”

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End of Chapter 8.

I apologize to everyone for the longest update time ever! I’m really sorry. I won’t pile you guys up w/ excuses but hopefully I still have some readers. I hope you enjoyed it. Feel free to flame me but don’t be too harsh. Good news: I started chapter 9 lol.