This weekend I posted post number one thousand! 1000 captivating posts, at least I think they are. Maybe not all captivating. But I got some loyal readers. To whom I love. Thanks for sticking it out.

Here’s to another 1000!


This weekend I posted post number one thousand! 1000 captivating posts, at least I think they are. Maybe not all captivating. But I got some loyal readers. To whom I love. Thanks for sticking it out.

Here’s to another 1000!

Michaela drove until lunch and then I took over for a few hours. The small talk was mostly centered around the Rocky Mountains, and the job Michaela was doing. I found it interesting on that seeing how things in the real world worked. In New York things were different. HQ and all. But we were traveling 3 days to get to where we were going just so we could follow a single lead.
We stopped at a dumpy motel with a blinking neon vacancy light. Michaela was checking us in. While I stood outside the Jeep we’d borrowed from HQ to take out and about. It was a newer model. Not that it mattered as long as it ran.
Michaela came out and tossed me a slide card. “There’s only one non-smoking room left. You mind sharing?”
I shrugged. “I’ve shared rooms for all my life. I think another year isn’t going to bother me.”
Michaela nodded and grabbed her bag, and I grabbed mine. The rest would remain in the Jeep under lock and key and lo-jacked just in case someone decided to walk off with shit.
I followed the short brunette to our room on the first floor and she opened the door and stepped in and sighed. I glanced around and saw only one bed and no couch. “I’ll sleep on the floor if you can’t share a bed.”
She looked at me and smirked. “Can you be a gentleman?”
I shook my head. “Never. But I can behave.”
Michaela nodded. “I got this side.” She dropped her bag on the side closest to the door. It was the side I would have chosen but I’ll have to deal. Just another thing to adjust to I guess. She started taking off her shirt and heading towards the small bathroom. I stood staring, my mouth open. “I’m going to grab a shower.” Michaela said as she closed the door behind her.
I wasn’t exactly shy, and that was something I would do.
But I didn’t hesitate to get comfortable now that I was mostly alone. Shorts and a tank top for sleeping. The edges of my scars peaked out from shoulders. I could hide them. But that was too much effort and if I was spending a year with her she would find out sooner or later. I wasn’t that good at remembering.
I was lounging on my side of the bed with a book. I’d read it several times. It wasn’t one of my favorites, but it was good. And it wasn’t one that Mia forced me to read. Sparkly vampires, I shuddered.
The door opened and Michaela walked out drying her hair with a white fluffy towel but was otherwise completely naked. Her brown hair matched her curtains and she had all the right curves. I couldn’t help but stare. I’d seen more than enough women naked, but never so brazen.
My eyes finally met hers and she was smirking. She did a little spin with a sashay around the room and ran her fingers down her body in such an alluring way I was more than happy to keep watching the show. I licked my lips and watched as Michaela’s hands touched the bed and she crawled across the bed to me.
“Fuck!” slipped from my mouth as I watched her seduce me.
“You really are easy aren’t you, Nox?”
“You have no fucking idea.”
I wasn’t sure what to do. But Michaela was more sure of the situation as she took my book from my hands careful not to lose my place. I was about to tell her it was okay to lose the spot but as she reached across to put the book on the table next to me her lips touched mine. They were soft and warm and wet and her tongue was in my mouth before I knew it.
My hands found her skin as she straddled my lap and rubbed her naked body against my shorts. “Too many clothes, Nox.”
I reached my hem and pulled my shirt over my head and then flipped her on to her back next to me. I pressed my body on top of hers and she moaned.
I stood up and pulled the remained or my clothes off and went for my bag. Michaela cleared her throat and I looked at her. Her fingers were running down her body and finding all the warm wet places I wanted to do myself. “We are both adults here. I can’t get you sick.”
I sighed. “But…” I could feel the anxiety starting to ruse as she waggled her finger at me.
“What happens happens Nox.” She said. I let that finger pull me towards her without a condom against my better judgement. I wasn’t ready to do the whole parent thing. She wasn’t either, but… I didn’t get to finish my thought before she was pulling me down on top of her and reaching between us to grab my cock.
“Don’t worry about it Nox.” She bit my neck and I groaned. Her voice was heavy with desire, “Fuck me Nox.”
I didn’t need a second invitation.

So the first thing we did was get in a car and travel to the small town high up in the mountains where our victim lived. His murderer was in a state penitentiary in Denver. But I was fairly certain that would lead nowhere.
Michaela drove which was fine with me. She kept looking at me. “What?” I asked.
She chuckled to herself and stole a glance at me before she returned her eyes to the road. “When we were at HQ I couldn’t read you, now out on the road, I hear everything.”
I clampped my shields down tight and sighed, “Sorry, forgot.”
Michaela laughed. “You forgot?”
“I don’t usually shield unless I’m in HQ or out hunting on the trail type thing. It’s too much work with everything I have to manage.”
“You don’t have to shield, I just find it odd. Most Venatori hide everything and here you are just counting and calming yourself. What else are you doing that takes up so much energy and time?” She asked. She was the first person other than Dorian to actually take an interest in the why’s of the things I do.
Michaela laughed, “See like that. You don’t even hide it.”
“Hide what?” I asked confused.
“Your thoughts. I’m the first one to ask other than Dorian about your why’s.”
I shrugged. “I don’t need to hide anything. You ask me and I’ll tell you.”
“So what else is going on in that pretty little head of yours?”
I grinned at her and started explaining about the patterns I see. It was hard to explain when you can’t really visualize it. And she was driving so I couldn’t show her any drawings either. Maybe later. “Hearing, smelling, the patterns it’s all a lot to control, having to hold the shield puts undo strain on my system so I try to let it go. Inside my room I can be free of my shields because the runes shield me from everyone else. It’s only the public areas I need. And my roommates weren’t telepathic or empaths so there was no need to hid there either. And out here in the real world I can be normal, well as normal as Venatori can be.”
Michaela drove in silence for a while. “Why would you want to be normal?”
“I don’t want to be normal. I just feel more comfortable out in the real world among the humans, they are far more judgmental but I’m invisible there.”
“Girls should be beating down your door for the power alone.” Michaela said.
I laughed, “The girls who know me wouldn’t dream of it.”
“I remember you in the Academy. You kissed Dylan and got the shit kicked out of you. But it never stopped you from getting with Madison or any of the other girls who flung them selves at you for sex.”
“Sex is far different from wanting to have my baby.” I sighed.
“You don’t think anyone would sleep with you just to have a potentially powerful kid?”
I shrugged. “She has to look past all my other faults.”
“What faults are those?” Michaela asked.
“I’m half human. I’m not super fast, or super strong, I’m fragile compared to you.”
Michaela laughed. “That’s bullshit. You learned to compensate. When we hit HQ next, I’ll let you have a run at me. We’ll determine if you are fragile.” She rolled her eyes at me. “No rules, just a beat down. I think you deserve one.”
I laughed. “And if I win?”
“Then there’s proof you aren’t some fragile little girl who gets fucked up cause he’s a cry baby.” Michaela looked at me as she drove. “I’ve seen you fight Aaron. He thinks he’s getting the better of you, but you let him. Dylan took you by surprise otherwise the swim champion had nothing on you. You let them win.” She sounded very confident in her assessment of my abilities. Almost like she was trying to butter me up, or give me a false sense of confidence in my self. A test? It made me wonder why I was here.

I didn’t really sleep well. The bed was not mine. The roof over my head was unfamiliar. Everything about it was wrong including the dreams I had. The nightmares were constant but that night they’d been almost weak in comparison. I still started awake at 4 AM.
Yoga had become a thing of my daily life. Wake up to it and go to sleep to it. It was a perfect wake me up. I enjoyed a good run, but yoga was how I coped with the day to day anxiety of my life. And right now I don’t think doing yoga 24/7 would help me with all the changes.
The sights and the sounds were all wrong. The smell too made me on edge. Though it was crisp and clean and fresh and utterly perfect everything it set my body on edge. The morning was cool and crisp as I practiced my yoga forms on the soft green grass landscaping meticulously kept up by a gardener who was tending some rose bushes. I had breakfast already and was waiting on Michaela. I needed to center myself and my morning routine hadn’t fully worked so more yoga to help with that anxiety.
At precisely 8 am I saw a figure leaning against the lamp post on the sidewalk tapping a white envelope on her hand with a smirk on her face while she watched me move from pose to pose. I grinned at Michaela, “So you just going to keep watching me or open that envelope?”
“I can do both.” she said as she ripped open the seal and glanced down at her hands. I stayed in Warrior 3 while she read the letter which really wasn’t very long. She turned the paper around and it was a news article of a man dead from stabbing. “Witness’ say that the killer said, ‘This is for hurting me, Daddy.’ But all evidence points to a man they already have in custody. He claims he wasn’t there, doesn’t even know the victim.”
I asked, “So he doesn’t know what he was doing, and the killer was saying things that shouldn’t have been possible? Sounds like a possession.”
Michaela smiled. It was a real smile. “Some kids fresh out of school would have waited for me to say what it was.”
“Isn’t it my job to figure that out?”
Michaela nodded. “That is the point. But most kids fresh out don’t think they know what they are talking about. You are just egotistical enough to think you are right all the time.”
I laughed as I came down into child pose to relax. I could feel Michaela’s eyes on me while I counted out the pose and then stood up shaking myself out and walking towards here. Her eyes never left my body. I knew precisely what people thought when they knew I did yoga, or saw me doing it. I winked at her and took the paper from her to read the article myself. “I’m not always right. But I see things differently. But this leaves us at an dead end which is why they chose the case I’m sure. He can’t remember doing it which means the ghost has left him. So I guess the first place to look is into the victim, figure out what might have happened to the ghost. I think this is the first case. But ghosts on killing sprees don’t usually stop.” I said.
Michaela nodded, “That’s what the textbooks say.”

There are a few new characters who you’ll see and not see. Today I’d like to introduce one of them. But I’m not going to tell you who it is. No description of them, if you could hear their voice you’d hear one of those sound modifications from back in the 80s.
Today we are sitting on my couch in my studio apartment. Me on one end and my guest on the other end of the L shaped couch. The glass table in the middle has a coffee cream with two sugars from the best beans I could find freshly ground and brewed in a french press to make the perfect coffee. Mine was straight up black.
With a sip of his coffee he smirks at me and I can’t help but smile. “I’d ask you what you’d prefer to drink but I’ll forgo that question since we already have coffee.”
“You’re going to ask those stupid questions aren’t you?”
I grinned. “Yeah. That okay?”
“You know what they say, stupid questions get stupid answers.”
“I’m okay with that. What did you eat for breakfast?”
“Really?” He sighed and shoved his fingers through his hair, “Pancakes and bacon, sadly no ice-cream.”
“That was disappointing?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Not really. But I like ice-cream on my pancakes.”
“Did you make it yourself?”
“I make pancakes from a box, so no. These were fresh and made from scratch.”
“What time did you eat breakfast?”
My guest looked down at his leather banded watch and smirked. “8am on the dot?” He looked to me, “That about right?”
I smirked. “Sounds about right.”
“Did you clean up after yourself or do you have a maid?”
“I cleaned up because I didn’t cook. But I have a cleaning lady who does the cleaning, ironing, laundry, dusting vacuuming, all that sorta thing.”
I asked, “You mind if we get a little more personal now?”
“Go right ahead, Pretty Boy.”
I licked my lips and sighed. “Really giving it away there aren’t you.”
“As if the food question didn’t already.”
I shrugged, “I guess. So, Are you an only child? How many siblings do you have? Are you close or are you estranged?”
My guest sat back against the couch and spread out across his side of the furniture with a bright smirk on his face. He knew exactly what he did to me putting himself on display like that. I fought back the urge to stop the interview and leave all my readers hanging. But he answered. “I’m an only child. My father was killed before I was born, and my mother never had any time for other children after I was born.”
“Are you married? Are you divorced? How many times have you been married?”
“Are you asking for yourself or a friend?” He quipped.
“I already know the answer to the question.” I stuck my tongue out at him.
“So why did you ask?” The sarcastic wonder dripped from his voice.
“To give my readers an idea of what you are like.”
He sighed. “I’m perfectly single at the start of your silly little story.”
“My silly little story?”
“Yes. It’s not mine. It wouldn’t be silly or little if it were mine.”
I chuckled. “I’m not going there. What is your earliest memory?”
He ran his fingers through his hair mussing it up even more. He did it on purpose. His smirk said so. “I guess I was four or five and my Mom was playing the guitar on the edge of a fountain and I was sitting on the ground with a hat in my lap and people were dropping money in as they passed by. Sometimes they’d stand and watch her sing.” I could see the longing in his eyes. He missed his mother.
I was a little afraid to ask the next question. But I did anyway, “If you could go back in time for one day, where would you go?”
“I don’t know, Nox. Really. I could say the day my Mom died, talk her into staying with me.” His eyes dropped, “But then I wouldn’t have meet Kate, or you.”
I laughed. “I think we would have met eventually. I think it was inevitable. Fate/Destiny whatever they want to call it.”
“So yo’re saying we were meant to meet, someday?”
I shrugged. “We dreamt about each other, so yeah. I can’t imagine the fates would stick us in each others head and then never let us meet.”
He shook his head, shaking his dark hair into is face then pushing it back absently. “You’d go back to the same thing, but you wouldn’t change anything would you?”
“I wouldn’t change anything. I’d tell my Mom I loved her and I forgave her. But I don’t wish she was alive. I wouldn’t change anything. Not a thing.”
“Not even Garrett?” He asked sitting forward and giving me that look of sympathy.
“No. Not even that. I am who I am because of him. I hate him for what he did, but I wouldn’t be right here, right now.”
“I think we’re done here, Nox.” He gave me that smile that said he was done.
I nodded, “You’ve gotten the farthest.”
He chuckled. “I know. I have other plans now though.” He stood up and offered me his hand which I took without hesitation and followed. I flicked the ‘camera’ off with a flow of air and that’s it for today.

I managed to get unpacked, took a tour of the facility, had a workout, not that I needed one after the workout Henry put me through. My legs were slightly sore from the positions I’d been in and pushing them made me smile with the memories. I even managed to make dinner by the time Michaela showed up.
I was washing the dishes I’d eaten off of when a brunette walked in covered in blood graced the doorway to the tiny kitchen. “You Nox?” she asked.
I turned to look at her and her eyes were taking me in. Really taking me in like she was checking out the way I looked. I hadn’t showered yet, my hair was a mess and my clothes were rumpled and I was a fine mess. But she looked me up and down then looked at my face with a smile. “You’ll do. Tomorrow 8 am and we’ll open that envelope.”
I nodded. “Okay.” I grinned at her, “Mind my asking what you just came from?”
Michaela shrugged, “Was a mountain lion attacking a flock. Park ranger and all that.” She smiled. “Mundane tasks are more my job than anything.”
“Sounds great.” I smiled. “You hungry? I have some leftovers.”
“You cooked?” Michaela sounded intrigued.
“I did. There wasn’t much in the commissary so I made a good standby spinach and bacon frittata.”
“What’s that?”
“Basically a baked omelette.”
“Breakfast for dinner? I’ll bite.” She laughs.
I pulled the leftovers out of the oven and set it down on the table for her. “Should still be warm.” I peeled the foil back and the steam rolled out. “See.” I did a little reheat with my ability too. She’d never know the difference.
I saw her eyes roll to the back of her head as the fragrant food hit her nose as she sat down. But she didn’t say anything. Then again she didn’t need to the way she devoured the food. She looked under the foil and frowned. “You cook like this all the time? I heard you had peculiar needs.”
“I cook like this for all meals yes.” I grinned, “With in reason of course. I know it’s not likely I’ll have eggs and fresh milk out in the woods. But I can do a lot with canned beans and beef jerky.”
Michaela laughed. “You have cooking duty for the extent of your stay with me.”
I nodded, “Wouldn’t have it any other way. I should get some sleep. Been a long day.”
She chuckled softly, “I’m sure the sex had nothing to do with it.”
“Not a thing.” I grinned as I turned to head towards my room. “Though I could go another round if I had to.”
I hadn’t made it around the corner before Michaela was catching up to me and slowed to walk beside me. “Was that an offer?”
I stopped and gave her a look, obviously checking her out and grinned. “Maybe. But I have an early day tomorrow.” I leaned in and whispered, “And I hear my boss is kinda a hard ass so I don’t want to piss her off on my first day.”
Michaela gave me a hearty laugh. “And I hear you are a handful and a half and that men are your preference. Was that wrong?”
I smiled. “I like women just fine.” I reached around her shoulder and whispered in her ear, “I’d fuck you if you weren’t covered in blood and smelling like dead things.” I grinned as I pulled away from her holding my nose and she laughed and opened her door. “I’m in here if you change your mind.”
I didn’t change my mind. I had too many fond memories to play through in my dreams before I was taken off into my nightmares.

After getting out on the road I let my mind wander a little. There I was in a cute boy’s bed who was all the more ready to keep fucking me and I had walked away so I didn’t piss of some Venatori who would likely be pissed at me even if i was early. But I was me and I didn’t want to make things any worse. I had already stayed too long with Henry. Thoughts of him got me through the hour trip to the center of Boulder and then the hour trip in the mountains to HQ near Horn Mountain.
It had been a very long time since I’d made this trip. The last time I’d been five. I remember it very clearly. I still have nightmares about it. It’s funny how much of my life started with nightmares. All because I had sparked. All because inside of me was a latent magic waiting to be taught. If I hadn’t sparked I’d probably be a normal kid with a normal life and my mother still might love me.
But I had sparked. I wasn’t a normal kid with a normal life and my mother didn’t know I existed beyond a blip in her life. I was nothing to her. At least with Kai I had a chance to fix things. At least that’s what Margo kept telling me. I’d called while I was driving. I needed to talk and my therapist was always on call. Granted I talked more with Megan, Mia’s mom than I did with Dr. Silverman but it was all good.
Now I was off to Michaela Donovan. A few years older than myself out in the backwaters of my birth place. No this wasn’t going to go easy. This was going to be the hardest damned thing I’d ever done in my life. I knew somewhere I was going to run into my mother and I was going to interrupt her perfectly fashioned life she had without me.
The trip was highly uneventful. My mind kept wandering to the blue eyed man in my dreams. And to Henry. His eyes weren’t blue but he made me smile just a little when I thought about him. That shy smile. The way he was excited and afraid at the same time. I don’t know if I ever felt that way about sex. Sex always just was apart of things. Like I had missed something so fundamental in it that it just was. For Henry it had meant more. I feel bad that I took that innocence from him. But I gave him ample time to say no.
I shouldn’t feel guilty, but I did. Same as with Sage. Sage was an innocent kid. Mia and I had corrupted him. But he had already been corrupted. He was the one who took us to Ooh. He was the one who watched complete strangers. We only gave him access to more intimate relations.
Driving didn’t make me late but by the time I pulled into HQ I knew I was going to get reamed for it.
HQ was much smaller than I remembered. It consisted of a large building and several small buildings behind it. All made of lumber like a giant had been playing with Lincoln Logs. It was all very rustic feeling.
Inside looked less modern than the outside, like they were stuck in the 60s. Everything had a soft yellow glow to it and I felt like I just wanted to go back outside in the warm weather and the bright light. I stopped at the front desk and waited for 10 minutes before the clerk there came over. He kept eyeing me like I was some alien or something. “Can I help you?” His voice sounded irritated as he pushed the archaic tube monitor his direction.
“Yeah, I’m looking for Michaela Donovan.”
He smirked. “You must be her rookie. She said you were coming.” He looked back at the clock on the wall and frowned, “You are early. Donovan said she’d be back before you got in. She’s out on patrol.” He glanced at the monitor and then rummaged around in a drawer and pulled out a key – a skeleton type key. “I guess you can go unpack. I’ll let her know you are here when she gets back.”
I was early? What the fuck?

I would have complained if Henry hadn’t had me going again in a few minutes. Another round later I was pulling myself away from a sleepy Henry. “I have to go. Michaela won’t be happy I’m late.”
Henry grinned at me through hooded eyes, “Can’t you stay a little longer. I’m sure I can make it worth your while.”
I turned back to the boy lying on in his bed. “Oh lover, you can make it worth my while, but I can’t piss her off she can make my life hell.”
Henry pouted. “And I was just getting started.” He stretched out enhancing his gorgeous body.
I chuckled. “And here I thought I was playing you.”
Henry frowned. “Really?”
I shook my head. “No Henry. I’m not playing you. But I was completely honest with you I don’t do relationships. I fuck and leave.”
Henry sighed. “I know. We still good for next year?”
I nodded as I pulled my boxers on. “Yeah. We are. I will call when I get back. And if you ain’t got a boy or girl of your own we’ll go out.”
Henry pulled himself out of the tangle of sheets and walked over to me naked and looking even finer than he had lying down. “You should go lay back down.”
Henry laughed. “Why?”
“Because you are too tasty.”
He pushed himself up against me and grinned. “I want you to stay.”
I sighed. “I would love to but really I need to start driving.”
Henry pressed a kiss to my neck and wrapped his hand around my waist slipping his fingers under my shirt. I groaned and pressed against him. “Man, Henry, I gotta go. How about I call you when I get there and we can talk about what you’d like to be doing to me?”
Henry laughed. “I need to go to bed I have to get up early.”
“Maybe another time then. But Henry I’m sure you can find a guy who will take care of you better than me.”
I kissed him hard then hugged him. “You are a fine guy.” I kissed his cheek, “But I got to go.”
Henry sighed. “Alright, Nox. But you will call me?”
“I will, I promise. And I never promise things like that.” I grinned at him, “I like you but I can’t be that kinda guy.”
Henry smiled. “I know. I deserve better.”
“Glad you know that.”
I grabbed my bag and took a long look at the naked man standing there watching me. “You are fine, Henry.” I said and I stepped closer and pressed a kiss to his lips licked mine when I pulled away. I had to force myself to turn around and head out the door. I gave him one last look before I opened the door. I gave him a wave and left his room without looking back again.

Henry grabbed the zipper of my hoodie and pulled me against me. The length of his body pressed against mine and I could feel the growing hard on in is jeans and groaned. Which only made the visceral reaction of us both all that more real. I pulled away from Henry with a grin and grabbed my bag, he grabbed his and we headed inside the hotel where he checked in.
We rode the elevator. I hated elevators but at least this one didn’t look down on the heights as we ascended into the heavens. I used it as an excuse to get close to him. I pressed him against the back wall and buried my face against his neck, taking deep breathes of his scent and drew my teeth along a tender spot. Henry bit back the moan that tried to escape as the doors opened to his floor.
Our things were hardly in the door before it closed behind us and Henry was kissing me hard and fast. I shed my shirt quickly and my pants were halfway down my legs when Henry pushed me onto the bed with a shy grin. “I hope you don’t mind.”
I shook my head. “I’m all yours.” He took my shoes and socks off and ran his fingers lightly over the soles of my feet and I squirmed a little. I was ticklish to a fault. But Henry didn’t play to it more much to my disappointment. He yanked my jeans and boxers from my body and admired me in the afternoon light.
My cock was straight up and watching him look at me made it jump. I waggled my index finger at him and he crawled on top of me, the hem of his shirt gliding against my hard body. I was so fucking hot for him. I didn’t want to wait. I grabbed his shirt and I pulled it over his head. He was ripped in comparison to me. I had muscle from working out but it was hard to get the build I wanted. I liked my lips and I pulled him down to kiss me. His breath caught as my tongue pushed into his mouth.
We were breathless when he pulled away. I grinned up at him. “In the side zipper of my bag is lube and condoms get them.”
Henry quickly obeyed while I pulled myself up on to the bed and watched as Henry shed his own clothes. I got a full look at his naked body and was more than eager to feel his hard flesh against mine.
When Henry came back he was blushing. “I…”
I smiled and took the condom and the lube from him an rolled him to the bottom. He was about to protest when I pressed my mouth to his and reached between us and grabbed his cock in my fist. His body arched and he groaned, “If you do that I’m going to come.”
I laughed. “I know, that’s the point.”
“I thought…”
I pressed another hard long kiss to his lips, he opened for me willingly and I pushed my tongue deep inside. I deftly tore the condom package with two hands while I kissed the boy below me deep. His moans groaning deeper and his body shaking with desire. I pulled away and sat back on his legs as I slid the condom over his cock and applied lube to it. I should have prepared a little, it’d been a while, but not so long that my body had forgotten.
Henry’s cock twitched in my hand as I positioned myself over him and pressed his hard cock against my hole. The burn and pull and the glorious filling of him inside of me. I threw my head back and sank deeper on to his cock. Henry’s head was tilted back and I sucked on his neck. He pressed up inside of me with a hard push and I bit his neck in response before I lifted myself from him slowly.
I set the pace slow and steady. But Henry begged, “Please more. Harder.” And then he whispered, “Faster.” All in the span of one breath before I obeyed him. My cock was leaking and I knew Henry was close. Sweat ran down my body as I fucked Henry. His hands on my hips guiding me up and down were digging into my flesh leaving small crescents in my skin. Henry groaned, “I’m gonna come.”
And there was little warning before he spilled inside of me and I let myself go spattering our bodies with my own load. Henry looked at me as I kept riding him through his orgasm and my own before I collapsed to the side of him.
Henry rolled on to his side and pressed a lazy kiss to my lips. “Holy!”

Yay! AJ drew a picture. No one specific. But it’s an attempt for a character.
Here it is.

typical of AJ. But it’s not me.

I got my rental which I’d drive to a Boulder shop and then I’d grab a cab to HQ. But first I’d drop Henry off at his hotel and see where things went from there. As we walked to the carry-on baggage terminals he kept glancing at me like he was ready to bolt.
And after I picked up the keys to the rental I was almost certain he had taken off but I found him outside looking both directions and then smiling shyly when I came up next to me. “I can just drop you off.”
Henry smiled. “No. I think I’ll just grab the shuttle to the hotel.”
I nodded with a feigned smile. I was a little disappointed but I understood. I’d never been this guy, but I knew what it was to have your fears right in front of you and the only thing you can do is back away from them. “Alright, Henry. I’ll give you a call in a year if you still want me to.”
Henry frowned. “I don’t know.”
I sighed and nodded and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You’re a good person. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. See ya round, Henry.” I turned and walked towards the rental cars. I crossed the street and was about to walk into the tunnel for the rentals when an hand grabbed my arm.
“You really weren’t going to try to talk me into it?” He asked. He seemed almost hurt.
I shrugged. “Henry, I don’t play games with people. I’m always upfront about what I what. I’m not desperate for sex. Unless you want me to beg, that’s different, and that takes negotiation up front.”
“But I wanted to, then I didn’t and then I did.” And he was blushing from ear to ear.
“And now?”
“I don’t know. I’m scared. What if it hurts?”
I laughed and leaned in close to Henry. “You won’t hurt me and I’m not going to penetrate you, at least not with anything more than my fingers.”
“You mean you won’t finish again?” He frowned at me.
I grinned at him, “Do you want to talk about this here, or in the privacy of your hotel room?” I asked. He looked around and a older couple was frowning at us. Henry grabbed my hand and pulled me in the direction of the rental cars. I did the thing and we loaded our things into the trunk and I took the driver’s seat. Now I had learned to drive when I first turned 18. But I hadn’t driven since then. I sighed and wrapped my hands around the steering wheel.
I took several deep breaths before starting the car.
“You okay?” Henry asked.
“I haven’t driven in a while. And it’s an anxiety inducer.”
“Can I distract you and still be safe?”
I smirked. “I think we can talk and distract me enough.”
“What do you want to talk about?”
I gave him a wry grin as I pulled out of the parking spot and headed towards Henry’s hotel. “I’m capable of cumming without you touching my cock.”
I stole a glance at Henry as I drove down the road. He was blushing. I grinned at him and asked, “Tell me why you want to do this?”
Henry blushed. “I don’t know. I think you are cute.”
“Cute?” I laughed.
“Hot.” I stole another glace at him before turning into the driveway of the hotel. “And I want to see you naked.”
I parked the car and turned off the ignition and turned to look at Henry. “Have you ever checked a guy out in the locker room?” It was mostly curiosity. I know there is an etiquette to such but sometimes you can’t help but notice.
“I didn’t think so but now I’m wondering if I did, accidentally ya know?”
I grinned, “Just don’t do it on purpose, most guys don’t like being oggled by other guys specially in the locker room.”
“I wouldn’t ever. I’d be too scared they’d find out and then I’d never hear the end of it.”
I nodded, “In the closet, got it.”
Henry laughed. “I guess.”
I got out of the car and popped the trunk. “You want to do this?” I asked. I wanted him to be sure before I pulled my carry on bag out of the trunk. It had everything I’d need and then some. I didn’t want to presume anything.

Landing was worse the taking off both Henry and I were doing our best not to freak out. His hand squeezed mine but he didn’t ask for a kiss. But I knew he was anxious and probably more so about taking me to his hotel room than landing.
Once off the plane I stopped to get my composure back. Henry stood in front of me with a smile. “You okay?”
I smiled up at him. “Just glad to be on solid ground again. Give me a few minutes.”
He sat down next to me and looked at me shyly.
“You don’t have to go through with this.” I said with a wry smile. I was more than happy to drive off into the sunset. Henry looked like the kinda guy who wanted more. I sighed. “I don’t do relationships.”
Henry’s smile slide off his face. He whispered, “So it was all about sex?”
I shook my head. “No. I… We needed the distraction and you were the one who asked me to kiss you.”
“But you were flirting with me.”
I nodded. “I flirt with everyone.”
Henry sighed. “I shouldn’t be surprised. You were flirting with the old woman too.”
“I was.” I grinned at him. “Am I the first guy you’ve noticed?”
Henry blushed. “No. But you are the first to hit on me.”
I stood up and offered Henry my phone. “Let’s do this time. We go our separate ways. When I get back to New York in about a year my brother asked me to take him out to pick up guys. I’ll take you too, if you and Nick hit it off great, if not then we’ll all go out and see about picking up a guy? Give me your number and I’ll call you.”
Henry took my phone and started tapping away at it. I chuckled mostly to myself but Henry looked up at me curiously, “I don’t take numbers or keep them when given to me and here I am taking yours so I can hook you up with my brother.”
“Is your family gay or something?”
I shook my head, “Farthest thing from it. He’s my half brother and our father is straight as an arrow.”
Henry laughed. “So you aren’t coming back to my room?”
“I don’t think I should. I don’t want to lead you on. You are a good guy and I’m not.”
“So I’m not your type?”
“As a matter of fact you aren’t. But that that’s not the reason. Seriously, Henry, you look like the type of guy who wants more. I don’t do more. I use sex to get close, feel loved and then I throw the relationship that could have been away. I don’t see that changing anytime soon. And I don’t want to hurt you. “
“The whole it’s you not me is just bullshit right?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I do. But This is me. I’ve never spent the night in a lover’s bed. I don’t usually ask names though I do freely give my own. I don’t keep phone numbers given to me and I don’t take someone home to my place. “
Henry handed my phone back to me and stood up. “So you are one of those guys?”
I nodded. “Yeah I am.”
He stepped into me and pressed his lips to mine. “I think that’s perfect.” He whispered. “If I suck at this you won’t want to see me again anyway.” His hand snaked around my waist and under my shirt and I let out a soft moan against his lips and he smiled. “Show me how to do this.”
I chuckled against his lips remember similar words from Sage’s mouth. I wrapped my arm around his waist and turned to walk away. “Let’s get our things and go to your room. We’ll take it from there.”

Henry pressed harder. “Do you want me to stop?”
I shook my head. “You can go as far as you want.”
His hand moved to the snap on my jeans and the zipper and soon his warm hand found my hard cock. His hand was cold and I groaned.
Henry stared straight ahead but his hand was rubbing his own cock. I leaned closer to him and whispered, “Would you like me to help you out?”
“I…” He nodded unable to think.
I reached across the arm rest and snuck my hand down his shorts and he moaned when my long fingers wrapped around his cock. “You are so hot and so hard.” Henry moaned again and he shuddered and I felt the warmth of his load over my hand. I ran my fingers over his slit and kept stroking him while he bit back his pleasure.
Henry finished with a gasp, “Holy.”
I smirked and pulled his hand out my pants and squeezed him. “Go clean up.”
He looked at me, “But you didn’t…”
I grinned at him. “Henry, we have plenty of time for me. Go clean up.”
Henry skirted past me I looked up at him with a grin, he licked his lips. “I …”
“Go clean up.”
I watched him walk down the aisle. He had a nice ass, fucking fine legs. The bathroom in front of us the door opened and a stewardess straightened her skirt and shimmied around Henry then past me. I wove a little water and air and soon my hand was neat and tidy and a quick flash fire it was all gone. Nothing left to see here.
Henry walked to the door and a man walked out. He looked at Henry like he was prey and a smirk on his face. I noticed he had bright blue eyes and dark hair underneath a Rangers cap. Something tugged at me as I looked at him, but it was gone just as quickly as he turned back to first class. Henry slipped inside the once double occupied restroom reminding me I needed to zip up myself. I readjusted myself and made my self presentable then I focused on my music while we kept our course. There was a little bump in the plane and my heart went through my chest I was sure that Henry’s would be too. But the fasten seat belt was on again. I grabbed the stewardess’s hand as she walked by. “Ma’am. My friend is in the bathroom, he’s afraid of flying.”
She nodded and hurried to the restroom Henry was in and spoke through the door. He managed to unlock the door and soon he was sitting back in his chair. “I…”
I took his hand and put it on the hand rest. “We can do this, and then when we get to your hotel room, I’ll show you exactly what I’m good at.”

To start things off with this new Friday gig, my dear commenter from Ambrose and Elsie requested a dual interview with not only my first crush but my high school bully at the same time. [[ By the way this goes above and beyond my pay grade!!! ]] So today I have two guests with me – Dylan Reed. (Should the audience clap here or something grins) and Aaron Woolbright (I want booing here :P but it probably wouldn’t happen)
Dylan will come into play in Darwynn’s Law and The Children of Morpheus as well as a few mentions throughout but also in The First Hunt.
Aaron makes a few appearances through out things. At least once or twice in the First Hunt and once in The Last Phoenix.
Dylan and Aaron are seated across from me at a table in the cafeteria in the AU building. The clanking of silverware to plastic plates and the roar of multitudes of conversation is our backdrop sound track.
I take a deep breath and begin with a very simple question. “Would you like me to get you a glass of water? Or would you rather have soda? Wine? Whiskey?” Seriously I can actually make water of out thin air. The rest is a lot more complicated.
Aaron rolls his eyes at me. “Are you going to actually get us anything to drink?”
I nodded. “I am. Well she is.” I point at Jin. She’s not part of my story but hey I need a lackey right now. Sorry Jin, you know I love you. “But it’s also a personal question, what would you prefer at this hour type question.”
Dylan smirked. “I’ll take a water.”
I smiled at my former crush and nod. Jin set a cup down in front of him and water magically appears in it. “Do you get accused of being a health nut too?”
Dylan laughed softly. “No. I wanted to see what you’d do with a simple request.”
Aaron shoved Dylan in the shoulder. “I want a White Russian.”
“Of course you do.” I could have made a joke instead Jin stepped off in the direction of where the mini bar was. It’s my imagination since this would never happen so there! There is no mini bar in the cafeteria by the way. It’s straight up food.
We sat in uncomfortable silence but I decided to break it with a question I’d answered myself in an interview not to long ago.
“What did you eat for breakfast?”
Aaron gave me a side long look. “What the fuck kinda question is that?”
Dylan sighed. “I had …” He stopped and grabbed the kid walking by and pointed. “I had that. Whatever that is.”
I laughed. “That is an egg white omelette with mushrooms and green pepper and looks like topped with Swiss cheese.”
Aaron growled. “Only a fag would know that.”
I rolled my eyes. “Play nice or you can just the fuck out.”
Aaron stood up. “I think I’ll get the fuck out. Sorry ass questions.” Dylan and I watched Aaron walk away.
“Does this mean we are done?”
I shrugged. “If you want it to be.”
“It’s kinda weird you asking me all these personal questions. I mean you tried to kiss me. This isn’t some trick you trying to get with us. I heard you liked it a little freaky.”
“Whatever Dylan. You are not all that!”
Dylan stood up. “Yeah. I think it’s best I go too.”
I nodded, “Alright. See ya round.”
I watched Dylan walk out and couldn’t help but check out his ass. He was still very hot. Though his body wasn’t as good as it used to be – mine is better.

I tried to sleep but I was too riled up to get anywhere close so instead I sat on the floor in child pose trying to relax. I didn’t care if I was in the way and by the time my flight was called I was readily stretched and relaxed comparatively speaking. I was still a ball of nerves but I was not as stressed. I hated flying. Like hated flying. The last time I flew I was five and those memories were hardly good on my constitution.
But they were the nightmares I had. Everything related to one another all coming back to the night I sparked. Everything had culminated from that point onward. I can’t even imagine what my life would have been like if I hadn’t sparked. There is no comparison I can make. Normal for me was not normal for anyone else and normal for a Venatori was hardly human. I was stretched tightly between worlds.
I was seated on the aisle. I had to let two people in before I could situate myself. Thankfully they were on time and seated in the very first minutes of boarding. They weren’t a couple but they were of opposite sex. They didn’t appear to know each other either. The girl took the window and promptly pulled on a noise canceling headphones and closed her window and shut her eyes. She wasn’t even going to wait for take off.
The guy next to me was nervous. He shifted in his chair several times bumping my elbow and then grinning at me with a shy smile. I smiled back at him. “I thought I was going to be the only nervous one.”
“You don’t act nervous.”
I shrugged. “I’m just good at hiding it. I’m afraid of flying and heights too.”
“This is my first time flying. I’m Henry.”
“Nox. I’ve only flown one other time I don’t have good memories of it.”
“Why not?” Henry asked with a lot of worry in his voice.
“My mother was dragging me kicking and screaming and swearing at me. It wasn’t a plane issue.”
Henry sighed as the stewardess started telling all the safety features and such and Henry’s breathing started to get ragged. I put my hand in his lap and I wiggled my fingers. “We can do this together.”
He looked at me then down at my hand and wove his fingers with mine. “Probably a good thing I’m not homophobic huh?” Henry joked.
“I won’t kiss you unless you want me to.”
Henry grinned. “Only if you think it will help.”
“I like you.” I said. “Not in thatway.”
Henry laughed. “I got what you meant. I like you too. Thanks for this.” He squeezed my hand as the plane jerked forward.
I spoke softly so only Henry could hear me. “Close your eyes. Think of your happy place. Me I’m in the kitchen with a steak searing on the stove top.”
Henry laughed, “You cook too?”
“I do a lot of things.” I grinned. “Where’s your happy place.”
“On the soccer field. I’m a goalie. It’s just life waiting and watching the ball. Protecting my team.”
“You win?”
“All the time.” Henry said. “Going to an All Star Soccer camp before college. Should be a lot of fun. Where you going?”
I smiled and squeezed his hand as his breathing started to become jagged again. “I’m going for some on the job training before taking on my real job back in the City.”
“What do you do?”
“Private Investigator.”
“Really? That’s kinda cool.” The plane lifted off and Henry’s hand squeezed tighter.
“Breath.” I whispered.
“Maybe that kiss would actually help.”
I turned to look at him, “Are you sure?”
“I’ll try anything once.”
I didn’t hesitate as I grabbed his chin and turned him to look at me. He had pale green eyes and I closed mine and pressed my lips to his.” Henry gasped at the touch and relaxed into my hand and he kissed me back.
I had to admit it was distracting.
The plane leveled off and the light that signaled we could walk around and the stewardesses were up and moving around. I sat back in my chair and Henry was in a half daze from the kiss still which only made me smirk.
Henry grinned. “You are a fucking great kisser.”
I smirked. “I’m even better in bed.”
Henry sighed. “I believe that.”
I leaned over and whispered, “I can show you.”
There was a visible shudder through Henry’s body. “Maybe when we land.”
I laughed. “What don’t want to join the mile high club?”
Henry gave me a nervous laugh. “Here?”
I shook my head, “The bathroom is a little more private.”
Henry looked behind us. “It’s tiny.”
I smirked. “I can wait.” I shifted in my seat and Henry’s eyes were drawn to the budge in my jeans as I pressed the palm of my hand against it.
“Holy fuck.” Henry said. “I’ve never …”
I leaned over and whispered, “I’ll be gentle. You have to be someplace when we get off?” I smirked at my words. I knew he was blushing without even looking at him.
“I… I have a hotel room before I take a bus to the college we are playing at.”
I smiled. “We can wait then.” I pulled my earbuds out and plugged them into my phone. “I need to drown out my thoughts now.”
Henry shifted our hands into my lap and he untwined his fingers and wrapped it around my jean clad cock and I couldn’t help but groan and press my hips into his hand. “If you keep that up I’ll be more than up for the occasion.”
“I’m not normally like this. I’ve never…”
I put my hand on top of his as he gripped my cock. “You can stop anytime you like.”

I looked at the woman next to me and she was frowning at my sudden outburst. “What was that last call?”
The woman was older than I realized. I apologized. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have drifted off.”
“Must have been a good dream.” She smiled at me. “You had a smile until you were startled. It was a call for Memphis.”
I nodded. “Thank you. It was a good dream.”
She asked, “Where are you heading young man?”
Nox smiled. “You can call me Nox. I’m heading to Boulder to do some hunting.”
“You don’t look much like a hunter to me?” She smiled. “Look more like you want to win a fashion show.”
Nox laughed at the assessment. “I am not that gay ma’am.”
She paled a little before she said, “I didn’t mean to imply.”
Nox smiled. “You didn’t imply anything. Well maybe a little. But I fashion isn’t my thing despite the fact that I have frequented men’s beds before. But a woman such as yourself meant no harm by that. I took it for what you meant it as. A stab at the makeup and hair.”
Her face had brightened as I spoke. “My name is Emma. And I do think the color adds to the whole on ensemble.” She chuckled at her words.
“Surely you aren’t traveling alone. Where is your husband? I’m surprised he hasn’t dashed over her to rescue you from the predator of a boy you are chatting up.”
She laughed again. “Lenny passed a few years back, my granddaughter, Emily is with me. She’s taking me to stay with her mother in Denver.”
A woman who looked like a much younger version of Emma sat down next to her. “This must be your twin Emma.” I said which made her blush.
“No, no this is Emily, my granddaughter.”
I held out my hand and she just stared at it so I return it to my lap, “A pleasure. Your grandmother was just telling me about moving to Denver.”
“Gran. Why are you telling a stranger this?”
“He’s harmless Em. He’s just entertaining an old lady. He says he’s going hunting.”
Emily let out a curt laugh and my smile faded even before the words left her mouth. “Dressed like that?”
“What’s wrong with the way I’m dressed?” My eyes narrowed and my voice lowered as I leaned forward to examine her closer. “You think because I wear eyeliner and paint my nails I can’t shoot a gun, or a crossbow?” I didn’t need either but I could shoot both well enough my certification in firearms had been a no-brainer for me. I could see how things would interact with one another – the pattern of movement.
Emma patted my knee. “She didn’t mean anything by it. Your outward appearance is just…”
“Gay. I got it. Thanks.” I said with higher voice than normal and a flip of my hand I added. “I’ll just go over here.” I stood up and walked away from the darling elderly woman and her stereotyping granddaughter.
I heard Emily say to her grandmother as I left, “Well that was rude.”
I wanted to turn back and say something more but I sashayed away from them in my best ‘hey look at me I’m gay’ walk. I stopped at the terminal counter and smiled at the woman. “Will you make sure I’m awake when the Denver flight is boarding?” I gave the woman my sweetest smile
“Of course, honey.” She said with a smile.
“I’ll just be right here.” I pointed to the chairs next to her station. And then I sat down, maybe I could get back to sleep and flirt with the man in my dream. That had been going somewhere. But it was quickly fading and all I remembered was those blue eyes and his breathe on my neck.

So I had a comment about me the other day. Someone said that my thoughts were revolving around the whole ‘I like boys’ aspect of things too much – annoyingly so.
AJ explained it’s part of my mask. It was a matter of ‘show v tell’ but now I’d like extra opinions. AJ’s in the middle of the restructure and rewrite so maybe we should hear what the peanut gallery has to say. So even if you’ve never comment before I’d love to hear even your most horrid thoughts about my story and me. Think i’m dim let me know? Think I’m too outrageous, I want to know that too. And by god, if I’ve offended you please let me know (though you might want to do so privately I’m okay with that too nox.durante@gmail.com I’m only a click away.)
So here are the chapters that brought around that particular reactions. Give me your thoughts on early me! Inquiring minds want to know!

I drifted off with my music and found myself in my dreams. It started off strangely like it always did when I managed a good day nap.
I was five. I played with the wooden blocks at my feet. I could hear the whispers of “monster’ all around me. I tried to push them away, but even the letters on the blocks as I stacked t”em higher in towers like the city I was just leaving whispered the word at me, “monster.” The blocks spelled it out, no matter what way I put them higher and higher they all spelled out M-O-N-S-T-E-R.
Over and over the word whispered in my ear. I kicked the first tower. It fell with a crash knocking another tower down. I stomped on the blocks. It whispered monster as I crushed the blocks with my feet. But they weren’t my feet anymore – the were green and covered in fur with red toes. They looked silly. I wanted to laugh but my voice came out a growl and I stopped and kicked more blocks as they tumbled to the ground. I was a monster!
A man stood watching me. I caught him out of the corner of my eye. Something nagged at me about him. I didn’t know what. The thought was lost on the winds of the dream as he spoke. “I thought we agreed you were a teenager – almost 18.”
The thought sped past and I knew we’d agreed. And in that moment I was older. I smiled at him. “Better?”
The man chuckled. “Are you still Vox Nihili? Or can I call you something else?”
I grinned. “What do you want to call me?” I liked flirting with him. Which meant that I had seen him in my dreams before. But the thought drifted away too.
I wasn’t sure but the way he looked at me he liked flirting with me too. He asked, “So is this how you always look? It’s different than usual.”
A mirror formed on the far wall and I glanced at my reflection. I shrugged with a playful grin. “Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe I felt like a change?”
He smirked. “I like it either way.” The very thought that he liked the way I look made my body tighten and every nerve in my body ignited.
I ran my fingers through my hair to redirect attention. In the reflection I saw the tips change from the orange to the blue of his eyes. The color wiggled a memory but it fled when he stood behind me. “That’s a neat trick.”
I shrugged. “Just a dream right?”
He nodded. “Just a dream.” He stepped closer and I could feel his breath on my neck. “You are here longer than usual.”
“It’s the middle of the day.” I reminded him.
The intercom blared in the terminal and my eyes popped open. “Fuck!”

Maybe I had a premonition of days to come which is why I’ve been off. AJ’s doing something new for her and is totally anxiety inducing. AJ’s kinda crashing right now. Has a few hours of work left and can’t focus. On top of a crappy night. (for both of us)
So a different topic. Friday’s I got some character interviews coming. I think I have a new series on Wednesday’s for a little while (you’ll see tomorrow). There anything else you want to see? I mean other than more me?
Can I have a premonition about that? A dream maybe? Or maybe a divination (that’s Harry Potter right?) Maybe I’ll make AJ draw something for you once a week too… maybe not that might cut into me time. We’ll see. AJ does want to start drawing characters so maybe we’ll just start off with nameless features and go for what we can until we have real talent.. AJ doesn’t think she has any – but it’s a learned skill so let’s see… but it has to take prioirity. I make it one! Monday woman I want a character sketch!!!

The taxi to the hotel near JFK was quiet. I remembered riding to the city proper from there when I was a boy. it was like yesterday the fear that ran through me as I sat next to a complete stranger in a little clown car. I learned later it was called a Fiat. But back then it was what I pictured clowns riding in and then piling out of forever. Clowns were not my favorite creature on the planet then – and even know I rationally knew they were people with make up and were being silly but that didn’t really stop my irrational fear of them.
I hardly slept that night. I was nervous and when I did close my eyes the nightmares threatened me immediately because of it. I hated change. I was going to do my best, but I was going to have to adapt quickly to this. I doubted my handler was going to give me any time to come down from this anxiety high.
Her name was Michaela Donovan. She was three years older than I was and a field hunter in the Rocky Mountains. Stationed out of Boulder, Colorado. And that was where we were going. Michaela was a hard core hunter. She was always on the move. Hiking the woods and mountain areas for rogue beasties. By human trade she was a park ranger, she knew everything there was to know about surviving in the wilderness. Everyone learned a specialty in the Academy. Mine had been Urban Investigation like Kai Viddens – my idol. Have I mentioned how fucked up it is that my father is my idol and I hate him for it?
Michaela had taken her concentration in Back Water Survival. There was desert survival which sent you to Africa to learn to hunt on the vast savannas there. There was even an aquatic concentration and one for the arctic areas. Each area you learned how to survive on your own. Year 13 and 14 you always did Wilderness survival which taught you the basics of survival. How to use a compass, find water all that. From 15 to 17 you went on trips specific to your calling. Unless you were Scrin and then you always went Wilderness when you were 17. At 18 you were dropped off in the middle of someplace you don’t know in your specialization and you have to find your way back to base camp.
I had reviewed my packet over and over. There was an envelope for my first assignment and one for my last which were addressed to Michaela not me. I could have opened it an no one would have known but I didn’t.
Sleep was precious when it came, but by the time 4 am came around I had been up for hours. I had been doing yoga when my alarm went off and I got ready to go to the airport. I’d be extremely early but I didn’t care.
I brought all of my possessions with me which included my cell phone and my laptop. I checked everything but my laptop bag once I’d reached the airport. I was so early that the terminal I was to go to wasn’t even set up for my flight yet. So I found a place out of the way and I sat down, pulled my ear buds up and listened to a calming play list.

I’m a figment on AJ’s imagination. But that is hardly news to most of you. I influence writing and sometimes general mood.
I’m not always a good influence. lately I’ve been feeling weird. AJ isn’t writing enough me and I’m not giving enough tidbits. I’m happy tho. AJ is happy. It’s all good.
Outlining Darwynn’s Law has been a challenge. not enough love imo. not even about the sex. I’m missing someone. It’s not that they aren’t there we are just separated. I think that’s the hard part. I think we need to focus a little more on that AJ. More dreams of him please!