I don't know the Backstreet Boys, or N'Sync, nor is this story meant to imply anything about their sexuality, their private lives or their life choices. Please don't take any of this seriously, it is just a story, nothing more. Nothing in this story is real, it is the product of the author's imagination. That's enough disclaimers I think...
Now some suggestions, seeing as everyone else seems to be doing it. My favourite stories are: Forever (Kevin) My New Life (Lance) JC's Hitchhiker (JC) Get Another Boyfriend (Kevin) Whiplash (Kevin) Blind Date (Lance) My Surprise Romance (Lance) Josh and Just (Duh!) Lottery Winner (Joey) Jamie's Romance (Justin) Brian and Me (Brian) That's it, I know there are more I read that I haven't mentioned, but I can't remember them right now, sorry! Well, here's chapter 38...
On The Streets - Part 38
Last Time:
"No, they'll meet you at the offices. You don't have to do anything, your schedule will have been cleared for you, and they'll call you up when the interviewers arrive. You might want to have some of that paperwork handy, you know all our diets and workout records, that sort of thing, so that you can show them what you've been up to though." He nodded. We both spent the rest of the night on the couch, watching TV. About 9:30, we both headed up to bed. After all, we had work the next day - didn't want to be tired now did we? We still fooled around a bit of course - we were still both a bit turned on from posing nude I think.
"Good night Jared."
"Night Kev." He mumbled, then fell asleep.
Now on with the story:
Jared's Point of View<<< Monday, 1/27/2002
The next day, Kevin and I drove into work together. Kevin seemed to get more excited the closer the album got to completion. It must have been pretty close by this time, as it was due for release on February 14th. I wondered whether Americans celebrated Valentine's Day, but by this time the decorations had started going up in greetings card shops, and the name Hallmark was all over TV, so I kinda had my question answered for me.
That Monday was an N'Sync Monday - I had a training session with them at 9:30, so I had to get in by about 9 to sort out their weekly diets - they were updated by the week, and if I had them properly arranged before the client got there, then I didn't have to do very much besides enter their weight as I measured it, and punch out a few numbers on the calculator. Anyway, I was there in time to get everything sorted out before N'Sync arrived, and I heard them enter the changing room next door to the studio. After about twenty minutes, and me sitting there, bored for all that time, I went and banged on the door.
"If you guys don't get your butts out here in one minute, I'm gonna make you all do the run I made Joey do last week!" I heard faster scrabbling now, and I heard Chris shout out 'where's my shirt?'. I shook my head at them as they tumbled into the room, Joey first, being the most fearful of doing the run again. Chris had no top on. I shook my head, then reached into my bag and handed him a spare wifebeater. I went straight into the workout, being their first workout of the week, it was invariably their shortest, as they got longer as it went through the week, and it lasted only about 45 minutes. At the end of the workout, the guys were all panting, and red in the face, and ran into the shower room to get cleaned off before leaving, all except Justin.
"Hey Jared?" He said as he came up beside me. I was finishing off some work for the afternoon clients. I turned to Justin.
"Yep?"
"Errr...I'm not quite sure how to say this but, thanks." He said loudly, then he grabbed me in a hug.
"What for?" I asked him.
"Britney phoned. She said she'd just spoken to you, and you spoke to her about getting to call you, and you told her some of the things I told you, I just wanted to thank you for getting her to call me. I was really getting, you know, like withdrawal symptoms or something. It had been so long since I'd spoken to her." He rubbed his hand across his chest, and then ran it through his curly hair. "I just wanted to say thank you. It means a lot to me that you'd do that for me." He said with a small smile on his face. "Will you come for lunch at my house? The guys are all busy, and I just want someone to have lunch with?"
"Err...thanks Justin, but I've got to be back for a 12.30 session." I told him regretfully.
"Hey that's ok, it's not even 11 yet, if we go now, we could have an early lunch, hang out for a bit, and I could drive you back here in time for your session."
"Ok, I guess that'd be cool. I'll meet you here once you're changed. I'm not going anywhere."
"Cool. I'll be out soon." And Justin ran off into the changing room. Now. I wasn't going to make the same mistake again, and I pulled out my cell phone.
"Hello Jared." Kevin had checked the display before he picked up.
"Hi Kev, ummm, you're busy over lunch aren't you?" I knew he was, he'd said so this morning.
"Yeah, sorry, if you want to you can come down here, I'm sure one of the guys will be free if you want some company."
"Nah, it's ok. Justin just invited me to have some lunch at his house. I just wanted to check with you." I said in a cheerful voice.
"What?" Kevin said down the phone.
"You know, I just wanted to call you, make sure it was okay?" I said.
"Jared, I don't want you doing that. I told you I over-reacted when you went to Lance's house that time, I'm okay now, really. You don't have to tell me everywhere you're going. Okay?" I paused for a second. "It was nice to hear your voice though." Kevin always did know how to hit my soft spot.
"Ok Kevin, thanks." I said. "Justin's giving me a lift back for the afternoon appointment, and then I'll meet up with you after that. Speak to you soon ok?"
"Yep. Bye Jared."
"Bye." And I hung up. Justin bounded out the changing rooms just as I was finishing up the work on the diet sheets, and we walked out together.
"So, how is Brit?" I asked Justin as we were driving towards his house.
"She's doing great. I spoke to her this morning. She was saying how she was pretty tired - they've been moving around a lot these last few days, but she's having a great time, she wasn't even out of bed when I called her though. She said she'd phone back later so we could talk more."
"Cool." I was glad they sorted out their problems. Even if Justin and I hadn't started off on the right foot, I still wanted Britney to be ok.
"What do you want for lunch?" Justin asked.
"Pardon?" I asked. Justin laughed.
"I can't cook - I was gonna pick up a drive thru on the way home - I hope you don't mind." I just shrugged.
"Not really, I don't mind. Whatever you have." I hadn't had much fast food since I'd come to the US, I didn't know if what they ate over here was the same as in the UK. We pulled into the drive thru of a place called Taco Bell - now I'd heard of this place cos of Demolition Man - it was the place they took Sylvester Stallone to eat at in the future - but they don't have them in England.
"So what'll you have?" Justin asked as the graty metal voice posed the same question to him.
"I don't mind, whatever you have." Justin shrugged and turned around and ordered. Justin ducked his head as we picked up the food, and drove away. I had the food on my lap and it smelt so good. When we arrived at Justin's house, which was big, as big as Kevin's, and we parked right outside the front door. As we went in, Justin pointed to the right.
"Living room's in there. If you just settle down in there, I'll get some plates and drinks from the kitchen."
"Sure." I answered, and sat down in the living room. Justin came in a moment later, and started taking out the food and putting it on the table. There was something that looked like wraps, like fajita wraps, but smaller, there were a few sauces, and some fillings, and then Justin put out some paper towels, and drinks.
"You can start!" Justin said with a grin. "I've just gotta run to the toilet." I nodded, and he left. Ok, now what the hell are these, and what do I do with them? I considered making a fajita out of them, like put some sauce in, then the filling, and wrap it up, but these wraps were smaller, and they didn't look like fajitas, nor did the filling look like fajita filling. By the time I'd finished pondering over this, Justin had come back. "Is something wrong with the food?" He asked as he walked in the door.
"No! Oh no, I was just waiting for you to come back before I started."
"Aww, you didn't have to do that, I told you to get started!" He said with a grin. I just shrugged. He sat down beside me, grabbed a wrap, slathered some sauce over it, put some filling on it, and sort of scrunched it in his hand so that it stayed shut. I did exactly what he did. Thank God, I thought to myself, I didn't make a complete ass of myself. "You've never had these before have you?"
"Why do you ask that?" I asked him.
"Err...cos the filling is all dripping out the end of yours." He pointed to what I was holding, and I realised that the meat had fallen onto the plate below, and the sauce was dripping out too. Seeing my surprised expression, and my blush rising as I just gave in, Justin chuckled, and I was caught. Justin proceeded to tell me how to make it, how to hold it, and how to eat it. They were nice, but I never did ask him what they were called.
Justin and I hung out at his house for about an hour, and about 11:45 Justin agreed that he'd run me back to Jive. We'd had lunch really early, and it kind of knocked off my internal clock a bit. I felt really sleepy. By the time we got to Jive, it was almost time for the first of my lunchtime sessions. Fortunately, these always did a lot to wake me up. After those sessions, I had one client left before home time. It was Areia, they had a short session too, so I took them through, said goodbye, and headed to meet Kevin at the studio. I had finally worked out how to get there without getting lost, and I met up with him at around 3pm. He was just finishing up.
Nick's Point of View<<<
Jared showed up around 3, as we were just finishing up. Well, we were. Kevin had to stay a little longer, as he and Mike the sound guy weren't too happy with the result of the day's work. Man, he's such a perfectionist. I told Jared about what was going on with Leo. He was moving in that night, and I was so excited. To tell you the truth, I couldn't believe he agreed so easily. But then he started crying again, because he realised he was becoming dependent on me. I felt so sorry for him, but that's exactly what he was so upset about. I swear this is gonna be difficult. But Leo is so wonderful. We spent another night together, just talking, we had to, well, he had to tell me his life story all over again, correcting the bits he had lied about before. Not that much was different. The dates were shifted slightly, to allow for things like the fact he didn't really go to college, his daughter and divorce case were therefore shifted about six months and several other things in his past were different. I was on my way home, I had paid for a removal truck to pick up Leo's stuff from his apartment and bring it over, and Leo was gonna drive over with it.
"Leo!" I smiled at him as he walked up to the front door, baby carrier in hand.
"Hi Nick." He smiled back, and gave me a hug, the hand holding the baby carrier remaining at his side. The removal truck pulled up a few moments after him, and a couple of burly men stepped down from the cab. I had basically cleared out the hall, so the men could put Leo's stuff there, and we could sort it out later. I took Leo through to the living room once we'd told the guys where to put the stuff.
"Would you like a drink? Or Laura?" I asked him.
"Please, could you warm this up for me?" He handed me a bottle, and I took it through to the kitchen. I came back a few moments later, and Leo had Laura cradled in his arms, and was talking softly to her.
"See Laura I told you." He said quietly to her.
"Told her what?" He whipped his head around, realising I was sitting right behind him, and then looked back down at Laura with a sheepish expression on his face.
"I told her I would give her the world. Thanks to you, I can." He faltered. "I'm only here because I'm selfish Nick."
"No you're not Leo, you're not selfish at all, stop thinking like that."
"No, I mean it. Laura is getting a whole new life because of you. She's gonna be living a life where she doesn't have to worry like I did, about money, and she's gonna be in the luxury of a place like this. I'm in this because I get you. I still don't understand what you're getting out of this, and I'm scared one day you're gonna ask for something back, something I can't give you." A tear trickled down his cheek.
"Leo, please, stop. I'm the one being selfish. I mean I feel terrible, I feel like I can only get someone as good as you, by well, paying. I feel like I'm throwing money at you to make you come to me, and I'm scared that you only want to be here for that. All I would ever hope to ask back from you is you. But even if you don't want to offer me that, I'll be happy. Being around you, having Laura around." I cast an affectionate gaze in the little girl's direction. "Is enough for me." Leo just nodded, I could tell he wasn't convinced, nor did I think he was going to be except over time. I just hoped his convincing started sooner rather than later.
"We're all done out here! We'll be going now." The removal man said from the door about two minutes later. I stood up and escorted them out, then shut the door. Leo and I sat around the rest of the evening, talking, making plans about his stuff. We decided to put most of it into the garage, which had loads of room anyway. He wanted to throw away most of the furniture - most of the springs had gone in the couch and stuff anyway, so it wasn't really worth keeping it. Finally, at about 6, Leo said it was time to put Laura to bed. I was kinda annoyed - Laura had been cuddled up to me most of the night, and it was nice to hold her. But, I had done something which I hadn't told Leo about. This morning while I'd been in the studio, I had got some decorators to come in. It had cost a hell of a lot to get them to come in on such short notice and all, and to get them to do such a rush job, but it was worth it. I took Leo's hand, and he took Laura in her carrier in the other hand, and we went upstairs. I took him to the third door along, and opened it. He looked inside, and he was instantly shocked. He took a step inside, and just looked around in wonder. The room had been completely redone - the walls had been left white - I couldn't have them painted cos the fumes would have been bad for Laura as she needed a place to sleep tonight, but everything else had changed. On the walls, they had put up a circus caravan made out of wood, like an elephant, a tiger, a clown, and they were all in relief away from the wall, in bright colours. There was a fairly large looking crib in the centre of the room, and it had a mobile hanging above it. There were shelves full of children's books on one wall, there was a big white rocking chair in another corner. In the opposite corner was a pile of soft toys, and it was really a pile - there must have been a good hundred or so stuffed animals there. The long curtains we had in the other rooms were replaced with sheer lace ones, which suited a girl's room better, and the light of the room had been replaced by an uplighter, presumably to soften the light for the baby. The decorators had done well - they were going to receive a large tip. Leo was still looking around, and then he looked back at me.
"Did you do this for Laura?" He asked, tears forming in his eyes. I nodded my head and smiled at him. He slowly lowered Laura to the ground in her baby carrier, then he came over to me, and kissed me. His hands locked around my back, and pulled me into him. He moved his hands lower to the small of my back, and then finally grabbed my ass. His tongue entered at the same moment he squeezed my ass, and his kissing became more and more passionate. I could feel he was hard, and I loved the feeling of this. "But wait, I've been sleeping in the same room as her. How will I know if she needs me?" Leo asked me. I went over to a small table which sat beside the crib. There, I picked up an intercom, both parts, and I turned them on.
"Like this." I answered him. He smiled, and kissed me again, more softly this time. He picked up Laura out of the carrier, and placed her in the crib. She remained fast asleep, and quickly snuggled into the sheets. Then I put my arm around Leo, and escorted him out the room. The next door along I opened. "This is your room." I said to him, looking into his eyes for some reaction. He instantly got confused, and seemed to be asking a question with his eyes. "I wasn't sure whether asking you if you wanted to share a bed was a bit much. We haven't really known each other that long, and I just wanted to tell you that I won't be offended if you want to sleep in here." I told him. I was really hoping he would ask to sleep with me, but I didn't want to tell him that in case he felt he had to sleep in the same bed with me out of a sense of obligation or something.
"Nick, I won't lie to you, I'm not sure if I'm ready to have sex with you yet." He paused, what he said didn't surprise me. I felt we had a lot to learn about each other before sex. "But, I was kinda hoping we could share a bed. It's been a long time since I've felt someone beside me." I smiled at him, then grabbed his hand again, and pulled him along to the next room. This was my room. I love my room. Most of the room is my bed, and there's a small corner table with my computer on, there's a plasma screen TV mounted on the wall, and a small bedside table. He showed his similar sentiment by jumping onto the bed as soon as we were in the room. The funny thing is, that's normally what I do. I can't stand the sheets looking so neat, and it's more fun when they're all mucked up. He turned around and grinned at me sheepishly. But I walked over to him and kissed him, and he was soon smiling back at me. I think he felt nervous stripping down in front of me, so I went into the bathroom until I was sure he'd be in bed, then I came out and stripped down and got in too. We were both wearing boxers. After a good five minutes or so, during which I think he was just building up his nerves, he leant over and kissed me, then rested his head down onto my shoulder, and put his arm across my chest. I smiled, I was so happy I was almost in tears, then I put my arm around him, and pulled him closer still. We fell asleep that way.
Jared's Point of View<<<
Have you ever noticed how Tuesday always seems to be the most exhausting of the week? It's just every other day is like easily defined - Monday is the first day of the week, Wednesday you're half way through, Thursday is the penultimate day, and Friday is the day you know you can just give up at the end of. But Tuesday - it's just sort of in the middle there, and it always makes you exhausted. Maybe it's just me? Either way, I had a session with 98 degrees in the morning today, and then I had the Backstreet Boys in the afternoon. I suppose that was something to look forward to. 98 degrees had been my first clients to 'outgrow' the dance studio. All my other clients I could basically tire out after about 45 minutes in the dance studio, but at least a couple of the members of 98 degrees were basically as strong as me, if not as fit. Nick was deceptively strong, and Jeff was much fitter than he appeared, and he was so competitive with Justin and Drew that it worried me sometimes that he would push himself too far.
"So guys, how's it going this morning?" I asked as I walked into the fully-equipped Jive company gym. I was met with a round of hellos and alrights. Jeff was just climbing onto the treadmill as I walked in. That was something which always surprised me about gyms over here - the number of treadmills, and other cardio machines. In the UK, they might have three, maybe four treadmills, and the same number of each of the other cardio machines, even in the busiest gyms. This was just a company gym, not a very well used one at that - my sessions had attracted people away from the sterile, and uncompromising gym - and yet it had a whole bank of treadmills facing outside into the central courtyard of the Jive building. Jeff and Nick stood there with their shirts off. Drew was wearing a wifebeater, and Justin had on a t-shirt and shorts. "So, you each know what you're doing this morning?" They nodded. Justin and I had a check of his diet - he'd lost almost 10 pounds in the last two weeks, and we basically wanted to prevent him losing muscle mass, or water - we didn't want him dehydrating. But he was happy so far, so we decided to maintain the current program, and he went onto the cycling machines. I took off my top like Drew, Nick and Jeff who were now all on the treadmills, and started running with them. Damn.
"Jeff! Will you stop being so damn competitive!" I shouted at him. "It's not a contest, it's just exercise. We know you can run faster than them, and probably further, so just stop it." Needless to say, he slowed down for five minutes or so before speeding up again. "Jeff!" I got off my treadmill before walking over next to his, and cutting the power.
"Hey! What'd you do that for?"
"Cos you're joining me down there. If you want to be competitive, you can be." I directed him to the end of the bank of treadmills. "Ok you other guys, complete your workouts, and you can go. You don't need any direction today do you?" They all shook their heads, so I put the bottle of water I'd drunk out of down behind the treadmill next to Jeff's, and jumped on. "Right. You ready?" I asked Jeff, and he nodded. Then I raised the incline up on the treadmill to about 15 degrees.
"What are you doing?" Jeff said as he clung to the sidebars as the machine jerked upwards.
"Thought I'd make it a bit more interesting." I smiled sweetly at him. "Right let's go." And I turned it to about 80% of maximum speed.
"Whoa! Shit man! You weren't kidding about being competitive were you?" And we both started sprinting up the small hills we were climbing up. I shook my head at him and smiled again.
After about three-quarters of an hour, the other guys left. Justin had stayed on the cycling machine a little longer, then gone onto light weights, then back onto the rowing machines. Drew and Nick had gone onto heavy weights for about quarter of an hour, but also spent most of their time on the cardio machines. Jeff and I never stopped. He was very fit.
"Stop! Stop man, ok, I'm sorry." Thank God, I thought my legs were going to give out. Jeff fell off the back of the treadmill, and it would have been funny, if my legs didn't feel like lead. I stopped the machine, and it slowed to a stop. I knelt beside Jeff, and offered him my water. He tipped his head back and gulped down about a third of the bottle in one go. He handed me back the bottle, and we sat on the floor, his head between his legs. "Geez man, I feel like I'm gonna keel over and die!" Jeff panted some more, and his eyes were drooping.
"I'll let you in on something - I was gonna stop both of us in about a minute's time - my legs feel dead too." I grinned at him, and he smirked back. "Come on, we should go get in the shower or something. I'd suggest stretching off, but, frankly I don't think I can - I think I'm gonna have to drag myself to the shower as it is." And that's exactly what we did. We didn't stand up until we were actually out of the gym, and we had to stand up to turn on the showers.
"Hey Jar', you haven't been in America long have you?" Jeff asked with his head under the stream of water.
"No, why?"
"Well, it's just in a couple of months we're hosting this big MTV event in Miami. If you'd like to come, we can sort you guys out with some tickets." He looked over at me hopefully. "What am I thinking though? Kevin and the guys will probably get tickets anyway. Well either way, when it gets closer to the actual thing, I'll remind you and if Kevin and the guys aren't going, it would be pretty cool if you came with us." I nodded.
"Sure, I'd love to come. To tell you the truth I've only been to Lexington and here since I got over here - I'd love to see some more of America." Jeff smiled and nodded, and we got out and got dressed again. I only had an hour before my lunchtime sessions started - I was dreading that, but at least I knew it was only the Backstreet Boys in the afternoon, and I could just sit back and watch, they knew their routines well enough. Talking with Jeff was pretty cool - I know a lot of people don't like 'jock' talk - guys hanging in the locker room talking about, well, nothing, but it is pretty fun just to do that occasionally, and just hang with a guy without any tension or anything, and he's not really close like one of the Backstreet guys or anything.
Jeff left at about 12 - we'd hung around for about three-quarters of an hour just chatting - he was laughing cos just as he was leaving the first of the lunch time people were coming in. I just shook my head, and he was laughing and pointing as I dragged myself into a sitting position on the central table in the dance studio, and waited for everyone to arrive.
After the three lunchtime sessions, I felt like I'd actually died - I was lying on my back on the central table, breathing heavily, and my head was pounding, my abs were tied in knots, and my arms felt like they were about to explode. I could feel the blood rushing around my body - that was one advantage of doing four workouts in a row - the pump was incredible. I still felt dead though. Just then I confirmed that I'd gone to heaven. A head leant over me, surrounded by a black halo, and it lowered itself and planted its lips onto mine. I didn't fight it, and it's tongue slowly entered my mouth. As it pulled away, I kept my eyes shut, and I felt a grin pass over my lips, though even that was quite painful in my current state.
"Hey Jared." My angel speaks.
"Hey Kev."
"You look tired."
"Blame it on Jeff."
"Jeff? Who? From 98 degrees?" Kevin asked.
"Yeah. He was being too competitive with the other guys, so I took him aside, and taught him not to be so competitive." Kevin raised an eyebrow.
"I presume you taught him the same way you taught Joey the other day?"
"Yeah." I grinned, remembering chasing Joey after he'd alluded to my sex life a little too closely. "Except I taught him on an inclined treadmill."
"Hold on, you had the 98 degrees session this morning. Haven't you had like three sessions since then?" I nodded. "Owch."
"Yeah." I turned my head to the side, and saw all the guys standing around. "Guys, can you just start your workout? I've done a bit too much today, I need a break." I think the guys saw the pained expression on my face and so they started warming up, running around the room. I turned to Kevin who had a slight look of concern on his face. "Don't worry, I'll be fine soon - get on with your workout, I'll join you if I can." I tipped my head back while the guys did their warm up, and they started in on their routine. I turned myself on my side to watch them while they did that. I shouted out a few instructions as they were going along, but I think my voice was a bit too weak for it.
Finally, about 4 the guys were all changed back and ready, I had feebly tried to join in with the last 20 minutes of their exercise, but gave up towards the end. They all said goodbye as they walked out, and Kevin picked up mine and his bags, and we headed out the building. I was dragging my feet all the way to the car, and almost as soon as we sat down in the plush, heated interior of Kevin's car, I fell asleep.
About 9 o'clock, Kevin woke me up. "Do you want something to eat?" I sat up - he'd somehow carried me in and put me on the couch in the living room without me waking up. I nodded to his question. I was surprisingly hungry. Normally when I wake up I'm not hungry, but then I hadn't had lunch today, I was too tired. I joined Kevin in the kitchen after I'd woken up properly. "I've never seen you so tired after a day of workouts." Kevin said to me as I sat down at the table.
"It was that running with Jeff. It completely tired me out." Kevin looked over at me, and I could feel his beautiful eyes boring into me. He turned back to what he was cooking. "How did you get me in without waking me up?"
"I just lifted you." He replied.
"'S funny, I'm normally a really light sleeper, normally people can't move me while I'm sleeping without me waking up." Kevin just shrugged. Then I realised what it was. I walked up behind Kevin and put my arms around his waist, and he tipped his head back onto my shoulder. I nuzzled my nose and lips into the base of his neck, and kissed and sucked there. "I know why - I trust you." I told him. I'd realised that was the only way anyone would be able to move me while I was sleeping - I'd never trusted anyone enough before to touch me while I was sleeping, while I was sure that in Kevin's arms, I'd be safe. He smiled and twisted his head towards mine. We kissed, and I wrapped my arms more tightly around his waist. "I love you Kevin." I said as we pulled apart.
"Love you too." He replied, barely moving his lips. The fat in the pan on the stove hissed just then, and we were brought out of our own little world, and Kevin went back to cooking while I sat down at the table, and waited.
End of Chapter 38 TBC
Ok, I know not very much happens in this chapter, and it's not as long as the last one, but I really wanted to ask - was the last chapter so bad??? I think I got one email about it - and I just wanted to ask, is the story getting too boring? Cos, I was kinda thinking about starting a new story, and just bringing this one to an end with either a sad or a happy final chapter - you tell me - should I quit now??? I think once a story gets this long, it's very difficult to judge reader opinion. I've got a load of good ideas for what's going to happen over the next year or so with Jared and Kevin (I don't think many readers realised that so far they've only been together for about 4 months - and Jared's been in America for less than a month now), and I'd like to write them down, but tell me if you don't want me to go ahead. It's up to you the readers. Anyway, anyone who is reading this, I want to say thank you, for getting so far in my story, I have put so much into it, I just need to know what people think, please?