THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF CLIFF & DEREK
Part 45
Written by Trevor
Edited by Richie
(Life after School)
Please note this story contains boy-to-boy sexual activity and if you
don't enjoy this kind of story read no further.
This story is also based on actual events but all the names and locations have been changed to protect those involved.
This story is not to be published, or reprinted, without the express permission of the author.
Whitehall hounded me about that gun for almost two years. I offered to pay for it but no they wanted the weapon. I suppose some proud native has a great souvenir from those days.
We gradually settled back into what was a normal life for us until one night I was in Edinburgh, Scotland doing a show. Derek couldn't come because he had to finish designing a set for a new play in London.
It was during my first break that I got the phone call that my mother had a heart attack and I should get home quick. I still had to finish my show and cut it short by about two songs and for the first time ever I didn't hang around for the fans.
A quick dash to the airport and I managed to just get on board the last flight for the night. Gordon was waiting for me at London's Heathrow airport and he broke every speed limit there was to get me to the hospital they had taken her to. I thought it strange that they didn't take me straight into mom's room but into a small waiting room were Derek, his parents and my two sisters with their spouses were waiting.
Tearfully Derek told me that my mom had passed away just fifteen minutes previous. I broke down not just because my dear mother had gone but because I was too late to say goodbye. Derek and I were shown into her room and as I leant down to kiss her cheek it was already getting cold. We both cried over her before a nurse gently guided us back out of the room were her doctor was waiting and he explained that there was nothing they could do to save her she had a massive heart attack and nothing they could do would have helped prevent the inevitable.
As the eldest it was my job to organize everything but my dear Derek took over because I was a blubbering mess. He first contacted Bob my manager cancelling all my bookings for two weeks before then calling an undertaker and doing all the other things needed.
It was my mother's wish that she be buried with my Grandmother in Worthing and that was all arranged. Of course it wasn't long before the media found out and then the tributes and condolences began flowing in from Friends and members of the entertainment industry.
Flowers filled our house and Derek's parents place down the road along with a multitude of cards including one simple one which just said, "So sorry for your loss" and it was signed R and had the royal seal on the envelope. This was of course from the Queen.
For me the journey to Worthing and the funeral were a bit of a blur but according to reports there were several ex-prime Ministers, a host of entertainment celebrities along with some of my old school chums as well. Derek tells me that I spoke to most of them but I can't remember.
We took over a large hotel for the wake afterwards with many of us staying the night before heading back home the next day. Both Derek and I decided we would be better off heading back to work as soon as possible rather than just grieving at home.
One job we had to do and didn't really want to was to go through mom's things. All her clothes went to a charity shop. The shop we picked was about four hundred miles away because if her dresses and so on went to a local shop there would be every chance I would one day see someone at the supermarket wearing one of her dresses and I don't think I could cope with that.
We discovered a scrapbook or series of them with just about every press clipping, photo and theatre program were I was mentioned. She even had pictures of our wedding, our old school photos in fact anything regarding Derek and I.
Once that was out of the way we got back to work as normal and I finally got my chance to perform in a Shakespeare play at Stratford-on-Avon. What a disaster that was. The previous week the star was Peter Sellars who was Puck in Midsummer night's dream. He left me a note in the dressing room saying `you'll be sorry' and I was, the critics panned me just like they did him.
My play which was just five performances was `The Taming of the Shrew'. It wasn't quite as heavy as some of the others. I had trouble learning my lines and ad-libbed a bit, much to the expert's disgust. We played to packed houses because we were a novelty with many just going along to see us actors out of our comfort zone making fools of ourselves and none of us disappointed them.
As a consolation prize my manager informed that P&O cruises wanted to book me as the entertainment on a fifteen day cruise on the Mediterranean. Derek and I jumped at the idea and immediately booked the boys and the staff along with Derek's parents on the same cruise.
We sailed from Southampton in the rain with a band playing on the jetty and soon discovered that P&O had given my lover and I a stateroom on the upper deck, what luxury. All I had to do in return was an hour show every night starting on the second night with a break when we were moored in Malta.
First day out was a bit rough in the English Channel and every one in my group got seasick except me. I had a couple of hours practise with the band and dancers the next morning and we were set for the evening show.
I had decided that after the first nights show I would do a couple of standard songs to start and then invite the audience to yell out what they would like us to sing and play. The audience loved this, but at times it was a bit taxing on the band and I until I realized our boys were encouraging the audience to call out titles they knew I didn't know or like.
Each night or early morning Derek and I would make love to the gentle rocking of the boat. These was a great opportunity for my lover to rest up and keep his cancer at bay which he did either by relaxing by the pool or in our room in my arms.
This was one of the rare occasions these days when both Ian and Roland were able to join us and they too took advantage of the occasion to catch up on their love making, As Ian remarked, "We've been going at it like rabbits since we came on board."
A few nasty comments were passed by some of the more snobby first class passengers about that the number of `Poofs' on board was dragging down the quality of patrons but we just ignored them and if anything played up a bit more. Mind you none of those complaining missed any of my shows.
When in port we acted like typical tourists except when we docked in Italy and I was mobbed by a crowd who recognized me from the concert I did all those years ago. Apparently it had recently been repeated on television and I was instantly recognized so I made a quick dash back to the ship for some peace and quiet.
Most of the time we ate at the captain's table, again upsetting some of the more affluent passengers who were only along for the snob value. It was just about towards the end of the cruise when things came to a head.
Our two remaining adopted boys Jason and Michael were making their way to our table for dinner looking very smart in their dinner jackets. As they weaved their way through the tables they were holding hands. As they passed one group, a large man stood up and blocked their way, "You two should be ashamed holding hands and carrying on like you do. Why can't you act and behave like normal people?"
Jason acting as the perfect gentleman replied, "I'm sorry if we offend you sir but this is the way God made us and we love each other dearly."
"Rubbish, your just a couple of no good poofs and should be shot." And after that remark in front a large number of witnesses he spat on the two boys right in their faces. This upset them and they ran back to their cabin crying.
The captain was informed by his staff who witnessed the event and later that evening the gentleman in question was escorted off the boat and sent home. It took a lot of talking on Derek's and my part to get the boys to start joining us in the dining room again.
That was the only black spot on the whole cruise and we all arrived back in Southampton fully refreshed and ready for anything. In fact, that was one of the easiest jobs I had ever had to do.
On our return Bob informed me that a three month season of Oliver was opening up in the West End and did I want the part of Fagin again. I jumped at the idea. We only had a few weeks for rehearsals so it was full on, but the short season was fun and didn't get boring.
Straight after that we prepared to head back to India to visit Rama our Maharaja friend and to spend a couple of weeks in his palace. Once again Air India provided the travel and great hospitality because some of my programs were still being broadcast on radio.
When we landed in Bombay Rama's personal jet was waiting to take us to the cooler hill country where his personal palace was situated. The flight took about two hours and when we landed at his private airstrip our host was waiting for us in his gold Rolls Royce.
After greeting us with a kiss and a cuddle we got into this fabulous car which he told us was solid gold. It even had gold leather seats, in fact everything was gold. "How much did this cost?" but all I got in reply was that fucking elusive wink again.
As we approached the palace gates a squad of soldiers came smartly to attention and saluted with Rama acknowledging them, "How big an army do you have Rama?" It was my time to ask the question and I too got the royal wink and a sly grin.
We pulled up outside an ornate entrance and I might say here it is impossible to describe the luxury and opulence of this royal residence. Derek and I were well off but this friend of ours was wealthy beyond all imagination.
He escorted us inside to a foyer which was as big as three of our homes. We then went into a dining room were we met three of his wives and a multitude of servants who plied us with so much food and drink including exotic fruits. Protesting that we couldn't possibly eat everything set before us Rama apologized suggesting that we retire to our bedroom to recover from our journey and prepare for the banquet planned for this evening.
Two very cute young Indian guys escorted us through the palace, it was obvious that they were gay and Derek looked at me, and yes you've guessed it, he winked. Our bedroom suite was once again gigantic and we had not only a spa bath but a small swimming pool as well.
Our two servants didn't speak English but it was obvious that they wanted to help us get undressed and into the spa. I looked at my lover and this time I winked at him and nodded before allowing the very cute handsome dusky skinned natives to begin to sensually take off our clothes. Naturally by the time they had finished we were both hard and ready and to make our position clear. I leant in and kissed Derek passionately and hard.
They smiled and kissed each other before taking off their clothes and boy what beautiful well-formed bodies they had, not large about six inches but straight up and beautifully cut. Their ball sacs hung low and they were clean shaven, a picture of perfection. Both Derek and I couldn't take our eyes off them as they took our hands leading us into the spa. We stayed close to each other not sure if we wanted a foursome or not.
We had the odd group sex when we were much younger but had stayed true to each other for a good few years now and that was what we preferred. I think these two guys could almost read our minds as they poured some exotic oils into the spa before climbing and joining us. It was clear that they too were in love with each other because they kissed each other passionately before turning their attention and using scented oils again before they began to wash us.
When they reached our lower regions they looked longingly into our eyes and both of us nodded as they gently washed us both, getting us hard and panting. In unison both of them dipped down and engulfed our cocks in their mouths and began slowly sucking. The sensation was incredible and for certain these two had been well trained in the art.
Derek and I moved closer, kissing and caressing each other as these two masters brought us both to a mighty climax, swallowing every drop. Once they moved off of our shrinking members they began to passionately kiss each other swapping what remained of our juices in their mouths. Both my lover and I grabbed a hold of our servant's cocks and began to jack them off as they continued to kiss and get excited.
It didn't take long for them both to shoot into the swirling water. They pulled apart and gently kissed the both of us on the lips and we later commented on how soft and warm their lips were against ours.
We climbed out of the spa and by sign language they invited us into the pool which was just a little bit cooler and very refreshing. We slowly swam around for about fifteen minutes before climbing out to be dried by our two servants, who then led us to our double sized king bed which was the only way to sum it up.
A large fan was slowly turning above our heads as we lay naked on stain sheets. Our two boys went to lie on the floor beside our bed but we invited them to join us because there was plenty of room, and they smiled at the idea. That is how we lay for several hours, sleeping together, our arms around our respective partners.
It was getting dark outside when we were gently nudged awake by our two servant friends. They had already dressed and invited us to dress for dinner not in our clothes but in native caftans. We both had a laugh at each other but found it to be cool and very comfortable. We wore no underwear and went completely native. Silk sandals were placed on our feet and then we were escorted back into the dining room were our similarly clad host was waiting for us.
"I hope that my two favourite boys looked after you well?" he asked.
"They were wonderful Rama, thank you. Will they be looking after us during the whole of our stay?" I asked him.
"If that is your wish." He answered with the bloody wink again before relaying the message to our two boys who clapped their hands in delight before kissing us both on the cheek.
"It looks like you have made a couple of my people very happy." Rama said and we both agreed that they were two wonderful young men. Just then a host of servants entered led by Rama's wives bearing tray upon tray of wonderful food. The curries in particular were out of this world and by the time we had finished eating both of us agreed we had eaten far too much.
"And now gentlemen for a British tradition for which I have become fond of, Brandy and cigars in the next room." The ladies stood as we moved next door but did not join us. An elderly Indian was there to pour our drinks and light our cigars which Derek and I declined graciously as we never had been keen on smoking of any kind.
Over several brandies I brought Rama up to date with all our news before asking him if he had any children, "Yes, I have four sons and two daughters which is good for me and my kingdom because I have heirs to carry on when I am gone."
We continued chatting for some before it was decided to call it a night especially when Rama informed us we had to be up early tomorrow because we were going on a tiger hunt. "There is a rogue tiger who has had the taste of domestic animal meat and some of my villagers are scared that he will go for human meat before long. Besides he is eating cows and goats which are invaluable to my people for their own food."
As if by mental telepathy our two servants appeared to escort us to bed. After visiting the bathroom for our essential toiletry needs we were once again undressed and laid down on our satin sheets which we noticed had been changed with fresh ones put on the bed.
This time our two servants didn't join us on the bed but retired to a small ante room with just a curtain dividing it from our room. Before long we heard them in the throes of making love and this spurred Derek and I to do the same thing although we were both a bit jet lagged. To say making love with my partner was exquisite would be an understatement but then it always was.
It was barely light when our two servants woke us up, guiding us to our bath. Washing, shaving and doing all those things but this time with no sexual overtones. Once we were dressed this time in more sensible hunting clothes we were taken to the dining room were our host was already digging into fresh fruit and juices.
"I suggest just a light breakfast this morning guys and we will have a lunch out in the hills when we have done the deed."
Rama hurried us through breakfast and we went outside fully expecting to be boarding land Rovers or other modes of transport, but no, waiting for us were three gigantic elephants with a cabin strapped on top and each with a native boy sitting between their ears.
Nervously I looked at Derek and he looked as scared as I was. Rama noticing this laughed out loud. Step ladders were placed beside the elephants so that we could climb aboard and sit down in these little cabins. We were offered guns but declined much to Rama's disgust. A whole company of about fifty or sixty natives were gathered around to act as beaters or whatever and some had guns while others didn't.
Our host had several guns on board his elephant as slowly we moved off. It was easy to understand why we were advised not have a big breakfast as the cabin moved from side to side on the elephants back. Slowly we moved up the hill into the jungle. We passed several villages on the way with the locals coming out to cheer and also to silently bow when Rama went by.
We finally stopped and everyone went quiet as a guide came out of the trees whispering to one of the leaders on the ground who in turn signalled to Rama that the offending tiger wasn't very far away. He gave instructions and men went off in all directions to drive the animal closer. Soon we could hear the noise they were making as they drove it closer and Rama prepared his shotguns.
He told us afterwards that if we had shot the tiger they would have counted it to be a great honour but had to be content with the master doing the job. Suddenly we spotted the tiger lurking in the bushes not sure where to go. I felt so sorry for it as a shot rang out and it leapt into the air and then fell down to the ground dead.
The look of horror on Derek's face also said it all as we watched this mighty beast breath its last. Meanwhile the cry up all around the jungle was a cry of joy that it was dead. The tiger was strung up on poles and carried joyfully in front of our procession with Rama's elephant leading.
We came to a large clearing where tables and chairs were already set up for what turned out to be a massive feast. Out came the ladders to take us off our elephants and what a relief that was. Derek whispered to me, "My ass and balls are aching and for once it's not your fault."
Laughing we joined our host for a mighty meal with copious quantities of food and wine. Once we had eaten our fill Rama suggested that we return to the palace and rest until the evening. We both looked at the elephants and he could see the look on our faces laughing he said, "Ok we'll go back another way." Clapping his hands two land Rovers appeared from behind us and we travelled back in a more comfortable mode of transport.
I was a bit worried about Derek because he was looking decidedly tired and indicated to our two servants waiting as always for us that we wished to sleep and rest until the evening. We both had the feeling that they had other ideas but they undressed us and then left us alone. We slept soundly and it was dark when they woke us to bathe and dress us before we headed not to the dining room but an even larger banqueting hall were a large number of local dignitaries had gathered for a massive banquet and native entertainment.
Once again the food was out of this world and the entertainment of dancers, singers and acrobats was incredible making the modern day Bollywood pale into insignificance. We were surprised that the British Ambassador and his wife were also there along with the American and I think French ambassador's. It soon became obvious that Rama was a very powerful man in Indian politics and was chased and favoured by many countries.
The evening dragged on and both of us were exhausted by the time all the guests had gone and it was then we realized it was almost three in the morning and we had been up very early that day. Rama approached us along with his wives thanking us for our company and suggesting that we have an easy day tomorrow and just laze around the palace.
That was the best suggestion we had heard since arriving because our days had been so full. We headed for bed and once again slept soundly with no thoughts of any hanky panky.
Mind you it was four different guys who woke up late the next morning feeling horny and ready for anything. Our two cute Indian servants started the day off by waking us up with the most magnificent blow jobs imaginable. They kept changing, so after looking at Derek and yes winking, we both obliged by returning the favour. Much to our hosts surprise who thought they had to do all the work, boy what a hot time we had in that bed before retiring to the spa bath to be washed and pampered.
It was lunch time before we made it into the dining room and our food was soon on the table before us and not long after Rama joined us, "Would you like a tour of the palace and its grounds after lunch?" He asked and we agreed that would be nice.
Without Rama to guide us we would have got lost for sure but it was when he took us towards a smart looking apartment in a obscure corner of the grounds that we got our biggest surprise. He opened the door and invited us inside and we then noticed that only the three of us remained in the touring party with our host having dismissed everyone else including his wives.
As we went inside we were met by the most gorgeous looking young man you have ever seen. He was about six foot two with blonde hair, deep dark blue eyes which sparkled and a body you would die for. He was dressed European style with a pair of tight fawn coloured slacks which highlighted a massive package right where it should.
Smiling he extended his hand with a warm friendly shake as Rama introduced him as Bradley his special friend and companion. They say money buys anything and Rama's certainly got him the cream of the crop.
They kissed and embraced each tightly and then Bradley did the same to us and as I felt his bulge pressing against mine I began to harden instantly. It was obvious that this guy knew what he was about as his hand brushed against my erection and then he did the same to Derek.
"Bradley my two friends tell me they are not into foursomes any more although as younger guys at school we did have a lot of fun together especially with a certain member of the royal family. I was hoping they might change their minds after meeting you." I looked at Derek who nodded slightly and I winked back before I laid down some ground rules, "Ok by us except the same rule applies as it did when we were in our teens, only I enter Derek and no one this time enters me is that understood?"
Rama nodded in agreement and his boyfriend began taking his clothes off with the rest of us following suit. By the time he was naked we both did an intake of breath when we saw the magnificent body that was known as Bradley. He had a massive cock of about eleven inches but everything was so perfectly proportioned. Meanwhile I noticed that Rama over the years had put on a few pounds, well we all had but him more than either of us.
Mind you for an Indian he had a fair sized eight inch cock which was now standing out proudly, firm and ready for action. We all got into a cuddle session and when Bradley kissed it sent electric shocks right through your body. Before long we were all sucking, licking, probing and kissing on a massive bed and what pleasure it was. Before long my lovers pink hole was presented to me and Bradley was pounding into Rama.
The whole session was sensational to say the least and I made good by filling my darling man up to the brim with hot juice and I reckon Bradley did the same to the prince.
We all lay back afterwards totally spent but happy before we all got together again in a shower big enough for all of us. Another petting session took place with a bit sucking and stuff like that.
On the way back to the main part of the palace Rama explained, "Bradley had a Swedish father and a half caste Indian mother which explains his beautiful looks and body, especially the blonde hair and blue eyes. So you see I have what I consider a perfect boyfriend." He paused and then continued his story, "I no longer use any of my wives because I have all the children I need to carry on the dynasty so I spend almost every night with Bradley."
"Don't any of your wives complain?" I asked.
"No I am their ruler and they obey my wishes or else they are out and to lose favour of the master makes you an outcast." Both Derek and I were amazed at his bluntness but supposed that was part of his upbringing and culture.
He then informed us that tonight our meal would be informal but that the following evening we were the guests of the American Embassy with similar functions coming up before we were to leave with the French and British Embassy's. "You see it is one big round of social occasions and that is why I am getting a little bit large around the middle." He explained chuckling.
That was how the rest of our visit went, one big social whirl although we did manage to fit in one more session with the beautiful Bradley.
Finally it was time for us to return back to a normal life and with some sorrow we said goodbye to Rama and his solid gold Rolls Royce on the tarmac at the airport. After kisses and hugs and just the hint of tears we boarded our Air India aircraft for the flight back to London.
While it was a great break and holiday it was good to get back home with the guys and Derek's family just down the road. We all went to a nice steak restaurant the first night back and after a great meal we handed out all the souvenir gifts we had brought back. Every one was thrilled with the Caftans, Daggers and other stuff we had bought for them.
A couple of days later I got a call from Bob my manager asking me if I wanted to do a short eight week season in a two man gay play in a small theatre just off the west end, "The money's not much but it might be interesting for you." He told me
"Send me the script round right away and I'll have a read. It'll be something different."
He said ok and rang off. I told Derek and he thought if the play reads all right why not go for it. Within a couple of hours a courier brought me the play and I only had to skim through it once to realize it was dramatic and tense but well written by some guy called Anthony somebody or other I forget his surname.
I contacted Bob to say yes and asked him who the other actor would be and he told me it was a young guy he'd never heard of before but we could start rehearsals tomorrow. I agreed suggesting that he come out to us in the initial reading stage.
True to form and right on time a young freckle faced kid of about seventeen arrived on the doorstep telling me his name was John Williams and this was his first acting job out of drama school.
"Are you gay?" was my first question and he blushed saying, "No, I'm not will that make a difference?"
"Of course not we are actors aren't we?" He nodded and we got down to work. The play itself had no sex or anything in it until the very end when we have to kiss passionately as the curtain comes down.
We read through a few times and then decided to call it a day unable to do any more until the producer began to take us through our moves. We began rehearsals in earnest a couple of days later because we didn't have a lot of time before curtain up.
I could tell that John was worried about the kiss at the end so we didn't practise that until a couple of days before the first night. Because my name was on the bill ticket sales had gone through the roof. Another two weeks had been added to our schedule but we couldn't go beyond that because the theatre was needed for another play after ours.
We did a full run through including the kiss and while I had no problem with it poor John was trembling by the time we got to it. I whispered for him to relax, took him in my arms and began to really kiss him long and hard, my tongue slipping into his mouth which is what the script called for. This took him by surprise and the next thing I knew was his rising cock pressing against me and that wasn't part of the play.
He pulled away and ran into the dressing room surprising the producer and the stage hands hanging around. I assured the producer it would be all right and went after him.
He was sitting on a chair his head in his hands looking decidedly unhappy, "Look John that was your first time don't worry about it, you're an actor but when things like that happen its often a natural urge."
"Does this mean I'm gay?"
"Hell no it was just a natural thing after we have done it a couple of times it will be just part of the job trust me."
In fact it only did take a couple of more of rehearsals and he was back to normal with no erection or trembling. Opening night was a great success and we got rave reviews for a play which was quite radical for the nineteen sixties.
If we had the theatre we could have run for much longer but I no longer wanted the pressure of long running plays. When that finished I was invited to play Fagin again in Oliver for a summer season in Brighton which I accepted because again it was for only three months.
This time we didn't stay in Brighton but commuted every day from home which suited us better. After that I did a couple of plays and some cabaret but nothing very taxing preferring to stay at home or go on the boat with Derek who while his Leukaemia was in remission still got very tired at times.
We were surprised to hear from Steve, Peter's old boyfriend who told us that he had found a wonderful young man in Southampton where he was studying as a marine engineer and that they had moved in together and were very happy. We wished him the best of luck with everything and never heard from him again.
The biggest surprise was from Peter and John who dropped by unexpected to invite us to Oxford to attend their wedding. I, We would be honoured dads if you would escort me down the aisle and give me away to this wonderful person." He asked gazing into John's eyes.
Hugging them both we told them it would be an honour. He then went on to tell us that it wouldn't be a big affair because news had already gotten out about the nuptials and it was causing a stir within the hallowed walls of Oxford.
They briefly discussed the details and then worked out a date when all of us would be available including Ian and Roland. The event would be in about two months' time and Derek wrote our `son' a check to cover the costs and some more. We were paying his way to live in Oxford although he was on a full scholarship.
While they couldn't get married in a church they did find a very nice park. We spared no expense in decorating an area of it with rose bowers, chairs, a table serving as an altar. In fact the whole area looked great. We had a string quartet playing music as the guests arrived. I say we because let's face it Derek and I were paying while Peter and John did the spending. Apparently John's parents had also sent over a considerable sized check.
The wedding reception was being held in a large hall on campus thanks to a Don (Professor) who pulled some strings to make it happen. But back to the ceremony which was held before a registrar who had agreed to the nuptials. The two boys or guys now were dressed in pure white dinner suits and looked great while Derek and I wore the more traditional black.
To the tune of Mendelsohn's wedding march we escorted the two of them down the aisle and stood as witnesses as they took their vows and exchanged rings. It was all so tastefully done and the black mark on the skyline was a small protest at the entrance to the park protesting same sex unions but it was a half-hearted attempt although it did attract some media attention.
The reception was great with the caterers doing a grand job and the champagne flowing freely. Peter made a tear filled speech thanking both Derek and I for saving him and so on, I won't go into detail because it made both of us very emotional, in fact I think everyone there had a tear in their eye.
Afterwards the two of them headed off to a secret destination to consummate their union and we spent the night in a grand old hotel in Oxford before returning home the next day.
To Be Continued:-
Writers corner. As you may have guessed this story is slowly coming to a close having covered twenty six years of our lives. The hard part of my story is coming up and I have been putting it off for some time but I must bring this story to a close.
Our time with Rama was great and very memorable and to see Peter and John tying the knot was wonderful. They are still together in Boston Mass. Peter is a top Physiatrist while John specializes in Paediatrics. We don't talk a lot but stay in touch but I will cover that in a future chapter.
In the meantime I am working on a possible new story but more of that soon. Please write me and tell me how I am doing. I love to hear from you all and thank those who do.
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Trevor
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Editors corner.
Hey guys,
While this story does not have some of the excitement of Trevor's other stories ("Living A Lie" and "Rebirth") it is an amazing love story. It has taken us to many highs and many lows. Trevor has shared with us his readers his heart and soul in this story. I guess being that it is a true story that makes it so special to me.
Again, let Trevor know what you think. It takes a lot of work to write one of these chapters and the only reward he gets is hearing from his readers.
Until next time have an awesome day.
Richie