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Author's Notes:
Before I start telling the story of my work week at the Mann farm, I had a piece of unfinished business which I forgot to mention regarding my gang bang. Some people may have noticed that Ian, Matt and Jeff's cousin who was a Bicha himself to Dean and Dale's cousins Joe and Paulie was not in attendance. His family had gone away that weekend so he wasn't able to be there. Bicha or not, he was still a kid and had family obligations. This was fine with Dean as he wanted me to be taking all dicks that night anyway.
Also, I have a correction. On Saturday morning after Jamie's gang bang, I said Robby and Dale got together while Randolph and Dale paired up. I meant to say the pairs were Robby/Dean and Randolph/Dale. Sorry for the error.
CHAPTER 55 Now on with the story...
Monday morning I woke up before dad came to get me. I clenched my butt cheeks to test how sore I was. Not too bad I thought. Whatever was in the lotion Mrs. S. had given me worked wonders. It would still be a few days before I was ready to take it up the ass again so I hoped Raymond and Darin would settle for blowjobs. After all, they knew what I had endured.
Looking at the clock radio, I still had 3 minutes before dad would open my door. Could I rub out a load in that time? I didn't want him to watch me do it again. Five times yesterday was horrible. Thinking of the gang bang (36 blowjobs, 36 fucks, and 8 double penetrations) I got super horny and soon was fisting my dick furiously. I was almost there when he opened the door. Shit! He was early again.
Grabbing the covers I pulled them over my groin but he had seen what I was doing. "Better finish up. Otherwise you'll be stiff all day," he chuckled. Dad stood there waiting. Damn it!
Tossing off the covers I began tossing something else off too. A minute and a half later I spayed a big morning load across my torso. My eyes were closed when I came, I didn't want to see my father watching me rub one out. Slowly opening my eyes I saw dad turn to leave. Over his shoulder he told me, "Clean up that mess then come eat breakfast."
Hopping out of bed I picked up the soiled underwear from yesterday. The five loads were all crusty hard as I wiped myself clean adding yet another load. I decided these were going to be my cum rag from now on. Let's see how disgusting they'll get. Dropping them back on the floor I padded across the hall to do my business.
Strolling into the kitchen naked was an experience with which I was still uncomfortable. Thankfully, neither mom or Marla we're out of bed at this hour. As I ate dad rattled on about about being responsible and "don't do the crime if you can't do the time."
By some miracle he then changed the subject to fishing. We hadn't been much and the new boat was calling out to us. He asked if I wanted to go next weekend. Maybe Friday night and camp out. We'd make a weekend out of it. Wow! That sounded great. I just hoped I'd be able to wear clothes by then.
"Maybe we can invite Franklin and Randolph too?" He asked.
"Sure, sounds like fun," I nervously answered. Now my dad and Robby's dad hired Mr. Pierce for plumbing jobs but until now hadn't done much socially with him. Why now? Maybe they got along much better than I thought at the Fourth of July party.
Whoa. My paranoid brain started working overtime. What did my dad know? Was there some other motive? My mind began to imagine all sorts of scenarios. Even though the prospect of sharing a tent with Randolph was appealing, where would Mr. Pierce factor into the equation?
"Alright, go brush your teeth and put on socks and your work boots," dad once again changed the subject abruptly.
"Come on dad. Please let me put on some cloths," I begged.
"Go," he sternly said as he pointed to my room.
I stomped off fuming. How could he do this?! Did he really think I should be working for Mr. Mann naked? Didn't he know others would be there? Of course, Raymond and Darin had had their way with me, but dad didn't know that. Fuck!
With my head hanging low I shuffled into the kitchen in just my work boots and socks. "Here," dad said. Looking up just in time, I caught the clothes he threw me.
"Thanks," I genuinely said as I scrambled to pull on my briefs then shorts over my boots. I was so relieved to be getting dressed. Pulling the t-shirt over my head and down was a remarkable feeling knowing I was no longer exposed.
"Alright, get going. Don't be late."
Walking down the street this early in the morning was kinda spooky. Nobody was around. All looked peaceful and calm. Or so I thought.
The house right before Mr. Mann's belonged to the Genaro family. Their family owned a trucking business and we didn't hang around with them much as they went to catholic school. They had two boys, James at almost 15 who was surprisingly in my school year having had to repeat a grade in elementary school due to being sick. His younger brother, Roberto had just turned 12 like Dean. Like the Soarer brothers, the older one was nicer while the younger would be trouble with a capital T.
It seems when dad and I were talking with Mr. Mann yesterday on his door steps, the Genaro brothers had not only seen me but crept to the side of the house to hear what was happening. This morning they laid waiting.
Crossing the Mann front yard I innocently headed to the side door when suddenly I was jumped from behind. I never saw them coming, but they would indeed cum shortly. Struggling was useless. My pleas to let me go fell on deaf ears. The boys dragged me around the back of their house. Not knowing what they wanted was only part of my concern. I had to be at the Mann farm in less than 5 minutes and was warned not to be late. Fuck.
"Well what do we have here James?" Roberto asked his older bro. "We saw you yesterday. NAKED. How come you got clothes on today? Thought Mr. Mann said you should be NAKED."
"I, ah. No. He said I should wear work boots. He didn't say I had to be naked. Can I go? Please. I got to be there soon or I'll be late," I pleaded.
"You can go, but only after you give us your clothes," Roberto demanded.
"What?!"
"You heard him. Give us your clothes. You were naked yesterday walking down the street, so you can be today too," James added.
"Guys. Please. What do you want? I'll give you anything if you just let me go," I begged. Now truth was, I almost offered to give them blowjobs but I didn't want them to know I sucked dick. As it turned out, they already knew.
I had a sense of dread when they looked at each other. I knew it before Roberto said it. "Suck our dicks, then you can go. The faster you do it, the faster you can leave."
"No way!" I protested Even though it was a losing battle I had to put on a good act.
"Come on, that Dean kid followed you yesterday and told us the deal after you left. Said you been sucking him and his brother and a bunch of others off. Now it's our turn," James explained. I wondered how much Dean had told them and what a "bunch" was, though I didn't have time to dwell on it.
Knowing it was pointless to deny it I agreed. "Fine. Who's first?" I asked.
"I am," Roberto squealed as he was already undoing his shorts. Hooking them and his briefs under his balls I was surprised to see his fat cock with a sparse amount of pubes above them was cut. Like the Soarers, the Genaros were old school, but from Italy. I would have thought the boys were uncut.
Dropping to my knees Roberto wasted no time shoving his fat, short cock in my mouth. It was his first blowjob and he savored every second. "Oh, shit. Man-oh-man, this is fantastic," he rattled on. Wanting to get more of his dick buried in my mouth, Roberto pushed his shorts and underwear down his legs where they puddled around his ankles. Now unencumbered, instinct took over and he began thrusting his hips back and forth. I let him set the pace, which was fast. Another Richard like quick cum and he blasted his boy batter in my mouth. I must admit, it was sweeter than sweet, though a bit watery and thin. Under any other circumstances, I would have loved it but I had to get to the farm.
"Man, you can do that again and again," Roberto exclaimed as he pulled his shorts up.
James had undone his shorts and presented his rock hard dick. Being older he was bigger than his brother, and just as thick. My jaw was going to hurt trying to accommodate his girth. James held my head in his hands as he pounded my face for 5 minutes. I thought he was going to break my nose the way he smashed his pubes into my face. Finally, his swimmers shot out the end of his dick and down my throat. I barely had the chance to taste them. Luckily, the last shot filled my mouth as he was pulling out. His jizz was even sweeter than his brothers, thicker and richer too.
Getting up I wiped my mouth and said, "Ok, I gotta go. I'm already late. It was 7:08. Eight minutes late. Damn.
"Ok, you can leave, just give us your clothes," Roberto ordered.
"No way. You said I could leave if I sucked you off," I cried.
"Yeah, but we didn't say you could keep your clothes," Roberto laughed.
"Just do it. Old man Mann will think your dad sent you down as part of your punishment. If you don't, you're going to be even later," James reasoned. I knew he was right. I pulled off my clothes. The boys laughed when they saw my hairless body.
"Oh my God, he doesn't have any hair. That's wicked," Roberto gleefully said. "And he's hard!" Was there any doubt in your mind that I wouldn't be? I was not only embarrassed to be nude in front of these boys, but I had just sucked them off. Of course I had a boner. How could I not?
"Come on, I can't go like this," I tried one last time. "Let me have my shorts."
"Give him his clothes back Roberto. Though I do wonder what Mr. Mann would say if you showed up naked," James chuckled.
"No Way!" Roberto insisted.
"Come on, we've had our fun for now. Besides, he's got a woody," James tried reasoning with his little evil brother. "We shouldn't make him show up like that." Thank-you, I was going to get my shorts at least.
BAM! I saw it in slow motion. Roberto swung his foot back and then brought it forward. I fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes as he kicked me in the balls. "Get up," he ordered.
Struggling to me feet, clutching my nads with tears in my eyes I stood up shaking. Sadly for me, the kick didn't rid me of my erection. "Move your hands," he commanded.
With lightning speed, Roberto delivered a second hard kick to my nuts. I was down on the floor again. My boner was deflating, but not entirely gone. Roberto stood over me and moved my hands from my junk with his foot. Stepping on my boys with his toes he pressed down. My balls were squished between his foot and the ground.
"Please, stop," I cried.
"Listen. You tell anyone about this and..." Roberto put more pressure on my flattening balls.
I screamed out, "I won't. Promise." A bit more of added pressure was applied then he removed his foot. My boner was gone, but my balls throbbed.
"You come back after work and suck us off and we'll give you your stuff back," Roberto told me. I shook my head yes and ran off to Mr. Mann's house. Shit, it was 7:12.
"You're Late!" Mr. Mann yelled when he came to the door. Stepping outside he grabbed my ear and led me around to the barn. Half way there he looked back at me and laughingly said, "Glad to see your daddy sent you down naked. It'll make it easier when I whip you ass for being tardy. HAHAHA."
Dragging me in the barn Darin and Raymond had just started working. They hadn't seen me since the party and my gang bang. Raymond almost dropped the fruit crates he was carrying. Neither had any idea I'd be working this week with them, and certainly didn't expect me to be doing it in the nude either.
"Boys, this here is Jamie. He's the one who was running round the other night streaking. Broke up some eggs and stuff. He's gonna be helping you work off his debt." I could tell by the smile on Raymond's face I'd be more than that. The three of them stood their smiling looking me over from head to toe. I could feel my dick filling with blood again. Damn it.
"Course he's late, so I's got to punish him. Raymond, go get me a willow switch."
Raymond was back in a flash with a thin, long willow tree branch and handed it over to Mr. Mann. Using his pocket knife, Mr. Mann peeled the soft bark off of it turning it into a weapon of ass splitting destruction. Shit, this was going to hurt. Dad used a belt occasionally but this would slice not only through the air, it might very likely slice up my ass.
"Please, no. I came thru the fields so not to be seen on the road. It took me longer. It won't happen again. I promise."
"No, it won't," Mr. Mann said as he waved the thin switch through the air making an ominous whooshing sound. "Turn around and bend over that there hay bale."
Half way turned around he stopped me. "Wait!" Grabbing my wrist he turned me back around, his eyebrows furrowed and he looked confused. "What happened to all your hair? What, you shave it off?" he asked.
Much to their amusement, I explained about dad's punishment of making me "look like a little boy if I was going to act like one." To make matters worse, the embarrassing story caused me dick to expand. My boner poking out from my bald pubic mound.
Raymond and Darin were laughing their asses off at either my humiliation, my hairless naked body sporting a throbbing erection, or both.
"Well that's a fitting punishment," Mr. Mann said. "What's also fitting is a whipping for being late. Now turn back and spread across that hay." I got into position awaiting my fate. The rough hay digging into my naked body, my hard-on getting scratched on the hay.
"Darin, what time is it?"
"7:17."
"Ok, 17 minutes late to start work means 17 swipes. Count them out boy," he ordered.
Swish! "ONE!" I screamed as the the thin flexible branch left a deep red welt on my butt.
Swish! "TWO!"
I was crying in earnest by the fifth. I begged him to stop after the 8th. I lost count at 10 or 11. He said he wouldn't start over THIS TIME, though it did earn me an additional swipe. After the 18th and final I was a complete mess. Snot was running down my face along with a flood of tears. Shit, I had never been beaten that badly ever. My ass, which was throbbing with my heartbeat, felt as if it was on fire.
Mr. Mann broke the switch in half tossing it on the ground. Apparently, he never used the same branch twice. Whether by sheer luck or his expertise in whipping someone, I'm guessing the latter, Mr. Mann didn't actually break the skin. I hoped Mrs. Soarer's healing cream would soothe my ass cheeks which now had 18 red angry welts across them.
Walking over to a cabinet Mr. Mann rummaged around pulling out a jar of some yellowish slime. "Here," he said tossing it to Raymond, "spread this over his ass. You know how much it'll help ease the pain." Later, during lunch when I was sucking his dick, Raymond admitted Mr. Mann was a tough boss who whipped his employees into shape, quite literally. Darin had managed to avoid the switch, Raymond had not.
"Sure thing," Raymond eagerly said as he caught the jar.
"When you're done put him to work. Make sure he does his fair share." Mr. Mann started heading out. Stopping at the door, he turned around and told the guys, "Make sure he don't get burnt in the sun. Put plenty of sunscreen on him." I thought I'd have a better chance of that happening, or not happening as it were, if I was allowed to wear clothes even though nobody asked me. That was the last I saw of Mr. Mann until the end of the day.
"Hurry up and put that salve on him so we can get to work," Darin said as he went about getting the tractor and trailer hooked up.
Raymond dipped three fingers in the yellow goop and smeared it on my right cheek. It felt cool and eased the throbbing pain. I was worried it might become hot like Ben Gay but it did not remaining soothingly cool. As he continued to rub, my dick which had gone soft from the pain, started to come back to life. "Oh, thanks that feels good," I said.
With his left hand Raymond began spreading some on my left cheek. I was now fully hard as Raymond continued to message my entire butt kneading my buns. His fingers worked their way towards my hole but I squeezed my legs together. I couldn't afford any action to my still sore and sensitive hole.
"Relax. Let me see how your boy pussy is doing," Raymond gently told me. I relaxed my legs and he moved them apart. Pulling my ass open I heard him say, "Sweet. It doesn't look too bad. This will help with the puffiness." Next thing I felt was his index finger softly rubbing the salve around my hole. Wow, it felt amazing and I groaned loudly.
"Come on you two queers, get moving," Darin yelled out.
"Fuck You, " Raymond shouted back.
"No, you can fuck him later. They'll be plenty of time to play with him after we're done," Darin warned his kid brother. "I ain't getting an ass whopping cause you two homos want to fool around. Now move!"
"No, no ass play for a while. Please," I begged.
Darin chuckled and walked over to us. He knelt down and pried my ass apart to examine my tender hole. "I'm no expert on buttholes like Ray here..."
"Asshole," Raymond grunted as he punched his older bro in the arm.
"... but I'd say that looks mighty sore. Don't worry kid, I'm not going there again." Pulling me to a standing position, Darin continued, "Listen. I'm sorry I fucked you the other night. I shouldn't have done that. I know you probably enjoyed most it, but I don't like cheating on my girlfriend. A suck job is ok, but I'm not fucking anything or anyone else anymore. Honest. We good?" Darin asked as he extended his hand. By the tone of his voice I knew he was sincere.
"Sure. Thanks," I answered and shook his hand.
Smiling at me he asked, "So, did you really let all those guys do you two at a time like Raymond told me?"
"Yeah, " I sheepishly answered. It was one thing to perform those deviant sexual acts, yet quite another to talk about them.
"Amazing. I guess you do deserve a break for a while. Come on, let's get to work."
Even starting almost a half an hour late, the three of us managed to finish ahead of schedule on the morning chores. We had almost 25 minutes before we needed to set up the roadside stand. What fruits and vegetables Mr. Mann didn't sell to the local grocery stores, he sold at a farm fresh stand.
Darin was quite pleased and told us we deserved a 'reward' once we got back to the barn. Of course he grabbed his junk when he said 'reward' and Raymond immediately knew what to do. In the blink of an eye, Raymond had pulled off his boots, ripped off his overalls, and kicked off his sexy baby blue bikini underwear. He was 50% hard and growing fast. I glanced at Darin who simply nodded. Another blink of an eye later I was kneeling before Raymond swallowing his boner to the root, my nose breathing in the scent of his musky pubes. I'm not sure which of us was enjoying this more. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Darin tugging away on his dick in anticipation of his turn.
This was going to be a quick blowjob if Raymond's thrusting hips to meet my bobbing head were any indication. A few times I thought he was going to break my nose as it smashed into his groin. When Raymond grabbed my head in his hands I knew I was in for a face fucking of epic proportions. Bam. Bam. Bam. His cock was forced to the back of my mouth and down my throat. My choking sounds did little to discourage him or lessen his lust.
"Easy dude. Let the poor kid breathe," Darin admonished.
"Don't worry. This little fag can take it."
"Takes one to know one," Darin laughed back.
"Fuck you Darin!" Raymond yelled as he repeatedly slammed his beautiful cut cock in my mouth. My eyes started watering from the brutality of this blowjob turned face fucking. "Agh! Here it cums. Swallow my baby juices," Raymond bellowed out.
Thankfully, on my part, I was able to hold the tip of his dick in my mouth not my throat so I was able to savor the sweet taste of him. His cock snot was thick, rich, and savory. I could drink gallons of it. Though truth be told, I thought most ball batter was delicious, with maybe the exception of Richard and Huck because I disliked them so much.
Raymond pulled out, turned to Darin and said, "Top that big brother."
"Now who's the asshole?" Darin questioned. Looking at me he asked, "You ok? I won't be so rough." Thinking for a moment he continued, "Unless you want it?"
Smiling shyly I replied, "Whatever you want," licking my lips. Darin was very reserved in comparison to almost everyone else and I kinda wanted to see him go a tad wild. He didn't disappoint. With his jeans and FOL white briefs pushed to his knees Darin held onto the sides of my head firmly as he drove his cock down my throat full force. The sound of his balls slapping against my chin was almost as loud as my gagging.
"Yeah, pound his skull," Raymond cheered.
Darin did that in spades. My throat barely had time to close when he withdrew since he re-entered at the speed of light. Tears streamed down my face, not in fear or pain, nor enjoyment, but simply a reaction to such an unexpected brutal oral raping. I was ready to push him off or slow him down after 5 minutes but didn't. I was proud I lasted all 9 minutes until Darin rewarded me with his spunk.
Once all traces of Darin's seed were safely lodged in my stomach I looked up at him and smiled, "Wow. That was amazing. I don't know if anybody ever pounded me so hard or fast," I told him. It was true, even Huck hadn't delivered with such pure determination or force. Unlike Richard or Huck, who if I never saw again I'd be happy, Darin could fuck either of my holes again and again. He was a really a nice guy. I still get teary eyed thinking about his untimely ending. But that was many years from now. Presently, I was glad I made him happy; both of us actually.
Pulling up his briefs then his jeans which remained unzipped and unbuttoned (good gravy how sexy was that), Darin quietly told Raymond, "Go for it," then walked outside to pee. Raymond guided me to sit on the very same hay upon which I was whipped this morning. Kneeling in front of me, Raymond swallowed my boner to its root.
Oh sweet Mary mother of god. Working my balls with his right hand, Raymond began squeezing my nipples with his left. I was in sensory overload. After sucking the Genaro brothers, working all morning naked, then sucking the farmboy brothers I was as horny as fuck. I think I felt my balls tighten after only a minute or two. Richard's quick shooting dick popped into my head which delayed my own orgasm. I lasted 6 minutes then exploded in Raymond's hot hungry mouth. He took it like a champ swallowing my swimmers.
Darin came back in the barn seconds after Raymond stood up. Five seconds earlier and he would have gotten an eyeful. I wondered if he was watching from around the corner. His jeans were zipper up now, though it looked like he was hard. He tossed a bottle to Raymond who proceeded to coat my body, mostly my junk, with sunscreen for the next 4 or 5 minutes. Needless to say I was boned to the max even having just shot a load.
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, if you call working totally nude, usually hard, and sucking Raymond 3 more times and Darin once more. For me, I guess that was normal. The only thing I didn't like was when they had me bring some green and red peppers to the farm stand. Mrs. Mann was working it today and I could have died having her see me naked. She just smiled saying nothing to me except where to put the peppers. Luckily, no customers were there at that particular moment. A few days later I would wish she was still there.
At the end of the day, Mr. Mann strolled into the barn and asked Darin how I had done. With a good report, Mr. Mann warned me to "be on time" tomorrow then told me to head home. I heard the three of them laughing as I quickly headed out of the barn looking all around to make sure the coast was clear before I ran toward home in nothing but my work boots.
Once behind the Genaro house I foolishly looked for my clothes. The brothers weren't home but I could see my white briefs hanging on the clothes line. Like most house at the time, women hung clothes to dry outside. The clothes line were attached by pulleys at each end, one to the house, the other to a pole or tree somewhere in the backyard. Roberto had mine clipped by one clothespin and they blew in the breeze all the way out by the pole some 50 feet away.
Running across their yard was frightening but what was worse was when I began puling in the line. The pulley squeaked so loudly I thought the whole world, or at least neighborhood, would hear it drawing attention to my naked, hairless body. In my haste to retrieve something to wear home, (and them being so high at the end of the clothes line) I never noticed how ripped and torn they were.
That fucker Roberto had taken a knife or scissors and cut both leg openings on the sides and the strip under my balls. I basically had a loose skirt made from white briefs. In magic marker he had written, "HO" in big black letters on the fabric covering my left butt cheek. The right had "MO" on it. On the front pouch was written, "F A G" in a vertical line. Terrific.
A piece of paper was pinned to them instructing me to wear them home today and tomorrow morning (nothing else.) Why I obeyed I don't know. Regardless, I pulled the brief "skirt" on and headed home quickly. Getting to my own backyard unseen was a great relief. I thought nobody would be home yet so I dashed inside. I never saw Donny's car parked on the side of the house. Shit!
My sister and Donny were sitting at the kitchen table when I flew inside. Bursting out laughing the second they saw me, they continued to chuckle at my expense as I retold of my adventures, leaving nothing out, including all the blowjobs I had given.
Marla said she was going to take a shower and more than suggested I "take care of Donny" which I gladly did while kneeling on the kitchen floor. Slurping away on his dick I reflected that this was the either the 9th or 10th blowjob I gave today. How many did I give Raymond? Who cares, I was happy to swallow all of Donny's seed just as Marla finished her shower and watched her kid brother get another helping of protein.
After my own shower Marla and Donny threatened me relentlessly with the possibility of wearing my new "skirt" briefs which they made me model for them. Thankfully, they relented just as mom and dad came home. I scurried to my room to get dressed, finally. Marla called out, "Wear the white string bikinis." I pulled them on fast. I thought they looked really sexy and wished I had more time to admire them but couldn't as my parents walked in the door. I threw on some shorts and t-shirt then went back to the kitchen to say hi.
Donny stayed for dinner of course. We had just finished when the phone rang. I jumped up to answer it as my seat was closest to the wall phone (remember back in 1974 that's how it was). Crap, it was Mr. Mann wanting to speak to my father. I held my breathe as I listened to my dad's end of the conversation.
"Hello... Yes fine, thank-you... Good, he had better... What! ... He did?... No, no I didn't... I'll find out though... I can assure you he will for the rest of the week... Goodbye."
This was not sounding good. Shit.
Sitting back down dad gave me a stern look then told us all about the phone conversation. "It seems Mr. Mann was impressed with he work you did today."
"That's good," mom interjected.
"Though he was a bit surprised when you showed up naked."
"What!" mom screamed. "I thought you were going to give Jamie some clothes this morning?"
"I did. Care to explain how you left here dressed and showed up nude young man?"
Now I couldn't tell them about the Genaro brothers, I just couldn't. NO way was I going to admit sucking them off either. I fumbled for a minute until dad said, "Well?"
"I, I thought, maybe, if I showed up without anything on Mr. Mann would let me go home," I lied.
"How did that work out for you sport?" dad asked. "Since it seems you like to run around naked all the time now, for the rest of the week you will not wear anything but footwear. Nothing at work, nothing at home, nothing anywhere. Maybe that will break you of your habit. If not, you'll get what you apparently want. Now go take this clothes off and throw them in the hamper. Then come back and you can clean the kitchen all by yourself tonight. Go!" As I ran out of the kitchen I heard him yell out, "And you'll remain naked until next Monday."
To Be Continued...
Author's Note: Well it seems Jamie is being made into a full time nudist. He'll have some embarrassing situations working at the farm and at home this week. What about next weekend's fishing trip with Randolph and his dad? Any ideas/suggestions on what might happen?
I've mentioned before that summer is a difficult time for me to write, so please be patient if it takes a little longer to post another chapter or if it is a bit shorter.