Jamie Lawrence

Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Twenty Nine

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Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Twenty Nine

"Well, Mr Summers, I think that all things considered, you're in remarkable shape," said Doctor Hegerty.

"Doctor Hegerty!" said Kyle, putting his hands to his cheeks in feigned shock. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were flirting with me." He giggled and fluttered his eyelashes.

Doctor Hegerty chuckled. "I've heard stories about the crazy male nurse in Geriatrics. It would seem that they're all true."

"Most," corrected Kyle. "The one about the guy in the coconut bra with the ukulele was just a rumour. I'm working on bringing it to life though." He grinned impishly.

Doctor Hegerty chuckled again and put Kyle's chart away. "Well, I think you're about ready to go home. Your wound is closing nicely. There's no sign of infection. You're a nurse yourself so I don't have to stress the importance of keeping it clean and you know how to change the bandages. I'd like to send you home today."

"Really?" asked Kyle, hardly able to contain himself. He missed his bed desperately; especially the big, cuddly sixteen-year-old it came with. "Yay!"

"Really," smiled Doctor Hegerty as Darren came wandering into the room. His knuckles were still scabbed over from beating up John-Paul, but it seemed as though there weren't going to be any repercussions. They hadn't heard anything at the very least.

"Thank you, Doctor."

"I'll send in a nurse." The Doctor tipped his head and left.

Darren leaned over and kissed Kyle's cheek. "What'd he say?" he asked as he settled himself into the chair by Kyle's bedside.

"I can go home today." He said it conversationally, as if it were no big deal.

Darren jumped he his feet quickly, his eyes wide and a huge grin on his face. "Seriously?" he demanded eagerly. "You're not messing with me, are you?"

Kyle's face broke out in a grin almost as big as Darren's. He put his arms out to Darren. "We're going home."

Darren brought Kyle into his arms and hugged him fiercely. "Finally. I'm so happy." He kissed Kyle's hair and ear a few times while they continued to hug.

Having not had a chance to be with Darren properly for a week, Kyle was in the mood to be a little amorous. When Darren moved to break the hug, Kyle pulled him in for a kiss. Darren, over-cautious since the stabbing, tried for a cursory peck.

Kyle wasn't having it. He laced his fingers into Darren's hair and held him firmly to his lips. Darren resisted and finally managed to break free of the kiss. "I'm sure you can wait a couple of hours." He ran his hand up Kyle's bare thigh, sliding into his hospital gown and stopping an inch or two short of his thickening dick.

"My bits'll have turned blue by then."

Darren pressed his lips to Kyle's. "Then you'll enjoy it more."

The journey up the stairs to Kyle's flat took twice as long as normal as Kyle couldn't move his abdomen without feeling serious pain. Darren dutifully panicked each time he winced and it was with great relief that Darren finally settled Kyle onto the couch in front of their television.

"Thanks, babz." Kyle relaxed into the seat and patted the cushion beside him. "I want a cuddle." Darren was only too happy to oblige and settled himself down beside his Angel. Kyle moulded himself to Darren's body, sliding his hand into his top. "How about a kiss?" he asked, unleashing the force of his blue eyes on Darren.

"Anything for you," he said, lying down on the couch and letting Kyle climb on top of him. They started slowly, lightly touching their tongues together and their hands casually exploring each other's torsos. When Kyle started to moan, Darren broke the kiss. "We can't do any more than this," he said.

"Why not?" demanded Kyle petulantly.

"What if I hurt you?" Darren was genuinely concerned about this. He was several stone heavier than Kyle and could be a little heavy handed.

"Aww, honey," said Kyle, affectionately stroking Darren's cheek. "I won the lottery when I found you." He kissed Darren again. "If you're hurting me, I'll let you know."

"Okay," said Darren, not feeling very certain. "But we do it in the bed."

He helped Kyle to his feet and guided him very slowly to the bedroom. With every step, his dick pulsed. He and Kyle hadn't slept together in a week, and Darren had refused to relieve himself. His balls were as blue as Kyle's.

"Okay; arms up." Kyle slowly raised his arms and Darren carefully lifted his t-shirt over his head. The large dressing on Kyle's side fully obscured Kyle's three-star tattoo. Darren dropped Kyle's shirt on the floor. "How long until that can come off?" he asked.

Kyle looked down at the fresh, clean dressing. "A couple of days, maybe. Why?"

Darren smiled. "I like kissing your stars." He dropped to his knees and undid Kyle's zip.

"I can think of other things for you to kiss."

Darren pulled Kyle's jeans and briefs to his ankles in one quick motion. Darren noted that Kyle's groin, which was usually shaven, was covered in light stubble. Darren rubbed at the stubble, feeling it scratch his palm. He slid his hand onto Kyle's dick, holding it very lightly.

Kyle groaned. He laced his fingers into Darren's hair and allowed his head to fall backwards. Darren helped him down onto the bed and quickly undressed himself. His own dick was straining against itself, threatening to erupt even before they got started.

Having settled Kyle onto the bed, Darren kissed each of his lover's thighs before sucking his balls into his mouth and tonguing both for a few moments. Kyle was gasping and groaning every few seconds, and when Darren happened to open his eyes for a moment, he saw a string of pre-cum making its way down to Kyle's navel.

Darren had hoped that their first tryst in a week would have lasted a little longer, but the idea of bringing Kyle pleasure was as much of a turn-on for Darren as sex itself. He released Kyle's balls from between his lips and turned his attention to the dripping phallus before him.

He petted it softly for a moment, drawing a desperate look from Kyle, before his lightly touched his lips to the tip. Kyle's stomach tensed and he immediately gasped, this time in pain.

Panicked, Darren lifted his head to look at Kyle. "What's wrong?!" he demanded hurriedly.

Kyle didn't respond. He simply grabbed the back of Darren's head and pushed it back down onto his dick. Darren suppressed a smile as he put the tip of Kyle's dick to the back of his throat. He gyrated his tongue a couple of times and was rewarded with the arching of Kyle's back as he let out a stifled cry. He legs twitched as the back of Darren's throat was coated in a liberal helping of Kyle's sweet offering.

Darren crawled up Kyle's body, supporting his weight on his elbows as he went. "Better?" he asked.

Kyle swept his fingers through Darren's hair, thoroughly mussing it. He slid his tongue into Darren's mouth and the pair kissed enthusiastically until Kyle's breathing returned to normal. "Oh, yeah," said Kyle, smiling happily. "Much better. Now, what shall we do about this?" he asked, sliding his hand around Darren's throbbing erection.

Unfortunately for Darren, the moment's Kyle pulled back his foreskin and touched the eagerly waiting head, Darren exploded with a load grunt. He unloaded his balls onto Kyle's chest and stomach and very nearly toppled onto the much smaller man.

"Sorry," he said, a shy smile on his face.

Kyle was beside himself with laughter, clutching at his bandages as his giggles shook his body. "Aww," he said, his laughter subsiding. "You're such a cutie."

Callum woke slowly to find himself resting on Shane's chest with Shane's arms wrapped protectively around him. If they weren't cousins, Shane would be the perfect boyfriend. He was certainly attractive enough, though Callum would never tell Shane he thought so; Shane's ego didn't need inflating further.

Callum shifted his morning erection into a more comfortable position and gave serious thought to going back to sleep. That idea was dashed, however, when Shane's bedroom door swung inwards to reveal Callum's mother carrying a basket of clean clothes.

At first she looked like she was about to speak, but her expression quickly turned to alarm. "Callum?" she asked, her voice a mixture of suspicion and anger. "You two haven't been...?" She seemed unable to find the right words.

Callum lifted his head from Shane's chest, his brow arched in confusion. "Haven't been what?" He looked down at Shane's still sleeping form and it dawned on him. "Oh! No! We don't do stuff like that." If they had been naked, he could have understood her jumping to a conclusion like that, but both were wearing chequered pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt.

While it was true that in his early days staying in Shane's bed Callum had engaged in some secret experimentation, Callum hadn't tried anything since Shane had caught him sneaking a kiss. Now, he looked on Shane like an older brother; a best friend.

"You're sure?" asked Dawn, her face betraying the comfort Callum's emphatic reply had given her.

"I think I'd have noticed," said Callum, rolling his eyes.

A reluctant smile broke across Dawn's face. She grabbed a pair of balled up socks and threw them at Callum's head. "Don't get sarky with me, you little git." The socks bounced harmlessly of Callum's forehead. "So," said Dawn, putting the basket on the floor by the wardrobe and starting to hang the clothes. "Do you two sleep like that often?"

Shane grunted in his sleep and tightened his grip on Callum. "If I'm here, yeah. There's no harm in it. He has a comfy chest." He patted one of Shane's pecs lightly. "I'm sure Jamie would agree."

"Okay. As long as it's innocent. How's Darius?"

"He's fine." Dawn held up a pair of Shane's boxer-briefs. The crotch bore the words 'Property of Jamie Lawrence'. Dawn raised her eyes, a question in her expression. Callum giggled and buried his face in Shane's chest. "Don't ask me!"

Diane chuckled softly and returned to work. "Do I, you know, need to have 'the talk' with you?"

Callum giggled nervously. "No. Shane and Jamie have already done that."

"Oh." Callum could have sworn his mother sounded faintly disappointed at that.

"Mum, it's only 'cause they know what it's like for a boy to, like, be with a boy."

"Mmm. I guess they ARE better equipped to help you." She seemed to hesitate. "There's something else I need to talk you about."

"That doesn't sound good."

Dawn sighed. "You remember when we came to stay here."

"Gee, let me think." Callum rolled his eyes again. It had only been two months.

"Well, you do remember the REASON, don't you?"

"Yeah. So you could look after Aunt Diane until she got bet-" He stopped, the full meaning of what she was saying hitting him like a blow to the stomach. "No!" He said it so loudly that Shane grunted again and hugged him closer to his chest.

"Sweetie, we can't stay here forever. We have our own home to get back to."

Callum bit his tongue. Privately, he felt that the Carters' house was more of a home for him than their own house had ever been. He loved it here and it broke his heart to imagine leaving. His chin shook as he tried to speak. "Wh-when are we going?" His voice was thick and it took everything he had to force the words out.

Dawn stroked his cheek affectionately. "I haven't really decided that yet, but I think it should be sooner rather than later."

Callum could feel tears stinging at his eyes. "Okay," he said in a tiny voice. He wanted his mother to go. He hated to cry in front of her. She gave him a tight smile and left him. She had only hung half of the clothes, so Callum guessed that she had figured him out.

The door clicked shut. Callum clung desperately to Shane, frozen and holding back the tears as well as he could, a few drops slipping silently from his eyes to soak into Shane's t-shirt.

Shane stirred, running his hand up Callum's back and stretching out his long legs. He grunted as his muscles released their tension and he smacked his lips. "Mmm, morning kiddo." he said happily. Shane could clearly see that Callum's eyes were open and when he didn't respond, his faced showed concern. "Cal? What's wrong?"

Callum's body shook. What little control he had had over his grief, crumbled at that single question and the tears tumbled from him. Shane, alarmed, gripped Callum to his chest.

"What is it?" he kept asking, his voice high with worry.

"I don't...want to...go!" he eked out between sobs.

"Go where?" asked Shane, his hand on the back of Callum's head, holding it to his chest. He waited for a response that didn't come. "Callum, where don't you want to go?!"

Jamie appeared in the doorway leaning against the jamb, his arms crossed and a warm smile on his face. "He doesn't want to go home." He walked casually over to the bed and sat on the edge. He stroked Callum's face and looked at Shane. "Now that your Mum's casts are off, Dawn thinks it's time for the two of them to get back to their house." He leaned in and kissed Callum's forehead. "And I think little'un here wants to stay."

Jamie clambered over Callum and Shane to lie on Callum's other side, sandwiching him in. Shane and Jamie shared a quick kiss; a matter of course for a couple; and both cuddled up to Callum. "It'll be okay, Cal. You've got Darius now, and you can still come and see us. You don't live all that far away," said Shane lightly.

Callum's tears had abated somewhat and he found himself able to speak, albeit quietly. "But it won't be the same." He sniffed. Having the two older boys holding him reminded Callum of exactly what he was going to miss when he eventually had to return home. They had been so protective of him. They had taught him. They'd been his best friends, his only friends. Now he was scared that it would all change.

"Of course it will, sweetie," said Jamie. "You're ours now. Geography won't change that."

Shane grabbed a couple of tissue's from his bedside table and dabbed at Callum's face. "D'you want me and Jamie to walk you to school today?" he asked.

Callum nodded, still feeling a little sad.

Jamie lifted Callum's right hand to his face and kissed it. "You go and shower. We'll take you round when you're done."

Callum giggled, his throat still thick. "You two just want to snog."

"Oh, is that what you think?" asked Shane, his eyebrows shooting up. He rolled over Callum to lie fully on top of Jamie before sliding his tongue into his mouth.

It was truly a sight worth seeing and Callum felt his cock stir as he watched the two older boys enjoying each other's tongues.

After a minute, the two broke apart. "See?" asked Shane. "We don't care who sees us any more."

"Well," said Jamie, looking pointedly at Shane. "Within reason." Callum looked at Jamie, confused. Jamie sighed. "The world is more accepting than it's ever been before, but that doesn't mean it's completely safe to be who we are. You have to temper your pride with caution."

"That's what you say," said Shane, rubbing the tip of his nose along Jamie's jawline. "I can take anyone who wants a piece."

Jamie slapped the back of Shane's head, earning a playfully reproachful look from him. "But Callum and I can't. Callum, it's all very well and good to be proud of who you are and who you love, but that doesn't give you permission to go rubbing it in everybody's face."

"But, they can do it in front of us," said Callum sounding a little sullen.

"True, and if the world were fair, we'd be able to do it too. Sometimes, we can. It's a matter of learning which places are safe for us to love who we love."

Shane sighed, an unusually angry sound. "Babe, you're wrong. If we 'learn where it's safe', then we're admitting defeat. We don't need to be accepted. If the straighties don't like it, they don't have to watch."

"But Shane, you're in a position to think like that. You're tall and strong and could probably take most people in a fight. The rules are different for people like Callum. People like me."

"You're teaching Callum to be scared!"

"I'm teaching him to be wise!"

Shane chuckled and looked at Callum. "Me and Jamie have this argument all the time."

Jamie took Shane's chin between his finger and thumb and turned his face to his own. "But we never go to bed angry." He kissed the tip of Shane's nose. "Especially not when Shane is as hard as he is right now."

Callum groaned. "I did not need to hear that."

"But why in the hell do I have to be there?" demanded Shane as he dragged his feet along the pavement in Jamie's wake. "I don't even like that bloody cat!"

"You're coming because Rosie is important to me, and I'm important to you."

Shane sighed theatrically. "Why do I have to love you?" he asked plaintively.

Jamie giggled. "But I'm so lovable!"

Jamie's house came into view and Shane was immediately filled with a sense of foreboding. Normally he loved coming to Jamie's house because everybody within it was so easy going. Now, it contained a heavily pregnant cat that may or may not harbour a desire to dispatch Shane.

Inside they found Johnny standing some six feet away from Rosie who was sitting almost demurely on a very expensive cushion and watching him carefully. "Thank God you're here, Jamie!" exclaimed Johnny when he saw his son. "Rosie keeps scratching me every time I try to get close."

"It's okay, Dad. I'll take over."

Johnny fled up the stairs, leaving Jamie and Shane to see to the cat. Shane took a step closer to Rosie and she gave him a look that he took as a warning and hissed.

"Um," said Jamie, looking concerned. "Shane, why don't you go and do your homework in my room."

Shane was only to happy to obey. He fled up the stairs and pulled out his books. For comfort, he shed his jeans and sat at Jamie's desk. He worked for nearly two hours. He had just finished summarising the importance of anaerobic exercise when Jamie called for him.

He pulled on his jeans and headed down the stairs, somewhat reluctantly. When he came into the lounge, he saw that Rosie was hovering around a cluster of six kittens. Jamie was huddled by the couch, his hands to his chest.

He beamed at Shane. "Rosie cleaned her up and gave her straight to me." He looked down at his hands, cupped around a tiny tortoiseshell kitten. Shane settled down, moulding his body to Jamie's. "I thought I'd name her Bonnie," said Jamie, a boyish smile on his face. "She looks like a Bonnie, don't you think?"

Shane kissed his boyfriend. "She does." He was distracted then by a nudging at his elbow. When he turned to look, he saw that it was Rosie with a little fuzzy newborn held tightly in her jaws. She looked at him for a moment and then pawed at his arm.

Confused, Shane moved his arm down to her and, sensing something, he laid out his hand, palm up. Rosie deposited the kitten in Shane's hand, purred for a moment, and then returned to the rest of her litter.

Shane lifted the little furry creature to his face. It tried to stand in his hand but toppled over. Shane couldn't help but find its clumsiness endearing. It mewed at him a few times, and he found himself pulled towards the little beast.

He looked at Jamie. "Well, if yours is Bonnie, perhaps she should meet Clyde. I think Rosie wants me to have him." Considering Shane's relationship with Rosie, he was surprised she was even letting him in the same room as her litter. To actually give him one of them was shocking. Still, he found that he liked the little fuzz-ball. He put his pinky finger under its chin and rubbed. The little thing continued to try to stand, and continued to fail.

"Now you'll have to be nice to Rosie," beamed Jamie. "Otherwise she'll cut off your visitation rights."

Shane sighed. "Damn."

"Isn't it sort of 'your thing'? Are you sure you want me there?" asked Shane as he clambered into the passenger seat of Gerry's Mercedes. Gerry was going to another PFLAG meeting and had thought it would be nice if Shane could come along.

"If you don't want to come with me, you don't have to, son. I just thought it would be good to do this together."

"Don't get me wrong, Dad. I do want to come. Maybe sometime we can invite Jamie as well?"

"Maybe," said Gerry reluctantly. He wouldn't begrudge Jamie the chance to come, but it had to be just his son for now. "Put on your seatbelt," said Gerry, effectively ending that line of questioning.

He turned his key and the car growled to life. About half way to the community centre, Shane cleared his throat. "Have you heard back from Uncle Tommy yet?" Gerry shot him a questioning look, wondering how he knew that he had reached out to Tom. Shane shrugged. "Mum told me."

Gerry sighed. "No, he hasn't contacted me yet, though I can't say I'm surprised."

"Can't you try again? Or maybe call him?" Gerry detected a slight note of pleading in Shane's voice. Gerry knew that Shane missed his uncle nearly as much as Gerry missed did himself. This only served to make Gerry feel worse about their estrangement.

"As much as I want to, I don't think I should. For all I know, he could still be scared of me. Maybe he doesn't want to let me back into his life."

Shane fell silently and they drove the rest of the way to the Victoria Avenue Community Centre with sadness thick in the air. Gerry killed the engine and, simply to have something to say, he said "I hope that that fat limp of hate is here today."

"Who?" asked Shane.

"The first time I was here, this great fool walked out on his son, Sean. I felt so sorry for the kid. If they're here, it'll mean that he's changed his mind."

Shane smiled at his father. "Let's go find out then."

They head into the building side by side. Gerry was struck by the same oppressive atmosphere upon entering the dank and dated building. The olive green paint around the bottom half of the walls gave the place a somewhat unhealthy look. This wasn't helped by the fact that the radiators, pipes and skirting were all painted in the same vile colour.

Gerry led the way into the meeting room and spotted Sylvia, Maggie and Father Patrick all huddled together at the far end of the room, clearly deep in discussion. When Father Patrick looked up and spotted Gerry, he smiled and came over to him. "Hello Gerry. Welcome back."

"Thanks, Father. This is my son, Shane. Shane, this is Father Patrick." The two shook hands briefly before Father Patrick excused himself and headed back over to the ladies.

Behind him the door opened to reveal Will, the young man who had made Gerry feel so welcome on his first visit. The twenty year old rushed into the room when he saw Gerry. "Gerry! Good to see you again, mate." He broke into a wide smile, showing his perfectly straight, sparkling white teeth. He had his blond hair impeccably styled in a short quif and he was wearing what looked to be a very expensive wool jacket open at the front to reveal his snug t-shirt and drainpipes. Gerry noticed Shane casually check Will top to bottom, his eyes minutely widening as he did.

"Will, hi. This is my son, Shane."

"Ah! The famous Shane," beamed Will, extending his hand to Shane.

When the pair shook hands, Gerry noticed Shane wince. "That's one hell of a handshake."

Will beamed again. "Normally I'm a hugger, but not everyone likes that."

Shane shrugged. "I'm a hugger too, but only 'cause my boyfriend turned me into one."

"Oh," said Will. "Come here then!" He threw out his arms theatrically and grinned. Shane rolled his eyes at Will's antics and stepped into the embrace. They stepped apart a moment later and Will chuckled. "Gerry, you didn't tell me your son was so good looking!"

While Shane blushed at the older boy's compliment, Gerry grunted. He wasn't sure he liked the way Will was behaving toward Shane. "Takes after his Dad," he offered begrudgingly.

Will nodded emphatically. "That he does. Hey, I'm just gonna run to the loo before we get started. Hold a seat for me?"

"Sure."

"Great," said Will. He winked quickly at Shane and headed back out the way he had come.

"He's nice," said Shane.

"Mmm."

"What's the matter, Dad?"

"I just don't like the way he was flirting with you." Shane opened his mouth to speak, and Gerry cut across him to defend himself. "It's not because he's a guy. It's that you've already got a boyfriend." He barked out a short laugh. "I would have thought I'd have been the last person to defend Jamie on this, but I just don't think it's proper."

Shane chuckled. "That's not what I was going to say, Dad."

Gerry tipped his head to one side. "Then what?"

Shane laughed again. "Dad. He wasn't flirting with me, and I know that because he clearly has a crush on you."

"What? Don't be silly, Shane."

"Dad, watch him when he comes back. Watch how he behaves."

When Will came back, Gerry was about ready to bolt. Shane's revelation that Will may have a crush on him was chewing him up. Will smiled. It was the same smile that he always had, but now Gerry felt like there was more behind it. He felt a momentary flicker of anger and wished that Shane hadn't said anything.

Will struck up a conversation about his university. He talked animatedly, gesticulating wildly as he talked about friends, classmates and various parties. After a few minutes, he asked about Gerry's University days. Gerry started slowly, reluctant to engage fully in the conversation, but as he started talking, he found that Will's open face and genial manner got him talking emphatically about his early years.

Out of the corner of his eye, Gerry could see that Shane was suppressing a smile, hiding behind a fist pressed to his mouth. He was looking around the room, glancing at new arrivals now and again, clearly trying to look distracted. Gerry wanted to slap him on the back of the head and tell him to behave, but he held back.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, he could see what Shane meant. Will was hanging on Gerry's every word, his smile never leaving his lips. Every now and again, he looked like he was about to reach out and touch Gerry, but he would catch himself in time.

What was strange was that it didn't make Gerry want to beat the kid into the ground. Granted, it made him feel slightly uneasy, but it didn't make him angry. Still, it was with great relief that he turned towards Maggie as she stood up and announced the start of the meeting. She started the same way she had the first time Gerry had come, mentioning her son and how proud of him she was. Sylvia stood and spoke of her daughter and finally Father Patrick talked about his nephew.

It was about half way through the meeting that Gerry finally gave up hope that the man with the triple chin was going to come. He sighed as that sank in. What would happen to the boy? Did he have anybody else? It had been three weeks; anything could have happened in that time.

Gerry felt Will's hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes full of concern.

"I'm just worried about Sean. The young lad from my first meeting."

"Oh. Yeah, he wasn't here last week either. Why don't we ask around at the end of the meeting?" And so they did. While Shane talked to others his own age, Will and Gerry circled the room asking if anybody knew what had happened to Sean or knew how to get in contact with him.

They were just about to throw in the towel when Shane came hurrying over with a man of about thirty. "Dad, this is Malcolm Hayes. He's a teacher at St Monica's. He knows Sean."

"I think you mean Sean Logan. I teach him Science."

"Do you know what's going on with him? We're a little worried."

"You're not the only ones. Two weeks ago, he stopped talking completely. I mean, he was always a quiet boy anyway but this was more. Anyway, last week he turned up with a big bruise on his cheek and a busted lip. He said he'd fallen down the stairs."

"But you don't believe that."

Malcolm shook his head. "As much as I would like to, I've got a bad feeling about his father. Anyway, he hasn't been in school since. I've approached the Headmaster and the school board, but without anything more than just my opinion, they're nervous to act."

Gerry put his hand to his forehead and closed his eyes. "So, something bad may be happening to this boy. No authority can do anything until there's evidence or an official complaint. For there to be evidence or a complaint, there has to be at least one more incident of violence."

"That's about the size of it."

"I'm sorry, but that's not good enough. Malcolm, do you know Sean's address?"

I hope you enjoyed this. Any comments, questions, or even suggestions are welcome. Please feel free to email me at thebobbyfish@gmail.com. Your emails are all very welcome, and I will try to answer ever single one of them!

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