Phalen

By Roy Reinikainen

Published on Aug 2, 2006

Gay

This story contains portrayals of homosexual actions and lifestyles. There may be references to, or explicit descriptions of, sex between consenting adults.

If homosexuality, sexually explicit language, or swearing offends you, or if reading material that contains these topics violates any law or personal or religious beliefs, or if you under 18 years of age, please leave now, without proceeding further.

This story is entirely fictional, and any resemblances to actual persons are completely coincidental. Actual locations are mentioned, and are used for 'background' only.

You are also welcome to read my newest story, 'Leith,' also located in Nifty's Gay College Section.

Roy roynm@mac.com

Phalen - Chapter 29


Greg sat uneasily in the large leather chair in his parents' living room listening to the soft sounds of his brother and Phalen's lovemaking. The fingers of one hand drummed idly on the chair arm, the only external manifestation of his inner turmoil other than the occasional lowering of his expressive brows. Another sound caused him to turn his head and look down the hall. 'Could that have been a groan,' he wondered, running his long fingers through his hair in agitation. He abruptly folded the evening newspaper and laid it on the large leather ottoman in front of him, knowing he wouldn't be able to concentrate on the news until Jeff and Phalen were finished.

'Where did I go wrong?' He leaned an elbow on the chair arm and massaged his forehead, closing his eyes. 'I never had any trouble when I was fooling around with the neighbor boys while I was growing up.' He smiled in fond recollection of the first time he had been kissed by another boy. He'd been fourteen, and one of the boys he met with regularly to masturbate, shyly kissed him goodbye. He chuckled at his reaction to the touch of the boy's lips on his.

'This is wonderful,' he remembered thinking, surprising the boy and himself by passionately returning the kiss and clawing at the boy's clothing. In only moments, they were stripped and were wrapped in each other's arms. Neither had wanted to be the one to break the kiss or stop the exploration of each other's smooth-skinned bodies.

That was the first time Greg had ever tasted another person's sperm. His friend straddled Greg's chest and spurted into his open mouth. The first shot left a hot trail over his chin, but he had managed to capture the remainder, coating his tongue. His friend had giggled slightly and had used his thumb to scrape the cum from the first shot into Greg's waiting mouth. He winked as Greg licked the sperm off of his finger and then began sucking on the finger.

Greg leaned his head back and closed his eyes, remembering the taste of his friend's finger and the sperm coating it. He reached up and lightly pinched one of his nipples, rolling his head to the side.

He regretted that their sexual explorations had never gone further, and that he had never found another boy to carry on his sexual experimentation. He was initially disappointed, but soon found himself immersed in trying to do as well in school as possible. He wanted to go to medical school and he knew only the best of the best were admitted. He no longer had time for childish sex games. Sex and relationships were things that could wait.

There was another noise from Jeff's room, this time the sound of Phalen laughing. Greg stood and walked into the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee and considered going out for a walk. As he took his first sip of the steaming liquid he knew he'd not leave the apartment. As disturbing as the sound of his brother and Phalen making love was, it was also . . . exciting.

Greg had almost gasped when Jeff and Phalen had burst into the apartment an hour ago. Jeff had kicked the door closed and had backed Phalen against the wall and kissed him with a vengeance, unaware his brother was sitting only a few feet away. He would have expected them to be embarrassed by his presence . . . but they weren't. Jeff had even joked about letting him "watch," before he and Phalen disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door.

'Watch?' He turned around and leaned against the counter. 'I can't imagine someone watching me! Once again he wondered what had happened to him between his early sexual explorations and his attempts as an adult to have sex. 'Somewhere along the line, I must have done something wrong,' he thought. 'Otherwise, why don't things seem to work out?'

He had thought of everything, such as the fact he was a fiercely independent person who found it very difficult to rely on anyone else for anything. He was sure that was why he was so bad at any sort of team sport and assumed that was the same reason he was unable to form sexual relationships. He tended to keep his friends at a distance lest hi failures in forming relationships follow him.

'I've been hurt too many times to feel comfortable becoming intimate with anyone.' The noise from Jeff's bedroom had stopped. The house was so quiet he could hear someone in the stairwell leading to the two floors above his parents' flat. 'Running away from a relationship has become an act of self preservation.' He refilled his cup and took a sip, burning his tongue. "Hitto," (damn) he muttered, cocking his head at a brief sound from the bedroom. He closed his eyes, recalling the reasons he was fearful.

There was the woman in his anatomy lab at school, his first experience with a woman. She had made it clear she wanted him and would do anything to please him. The night was a disaster. He fumbled his way from one inept attempt to provide pleasure to another until she finally got dressed and left, ridiculing him and muttering how disappointed she was.

He sat on the edge of the bed silently watching her dress and listening to her describe his inadequacies in vivid detail.

He spent the remainder of the night and most of the next day sitting on the bed with his back against the wall and his arms wrapped around his bent knees, reliving those awful moments when she began laughing at him. Although they often saw each other at school, she had never spoken to him again. Perhaps she was as embarrassed as he.

There were two other times he had tried having an affair with a woman. Both had been as disastrous as the first. After each encounter he experienced an emotional tailspin from which it took weeks to recover. During those periods he had thrown himself into his schoolwork and had avoided contact with almost anyone.

He felt bad for avoiding his parents during those times, but he couldn't bring himself to face them. His mother had always been able to read his moods and it was inevitable that she would ask if was having a problem she could help with. He took another sip of coffee and listened for any sound coming from the bedroom.

Then there were the men with whom he had tried to have sex . . . two to be exact. The experiences had been nothing like those with his young friend. He took another sip of coffee. Jeff and Phalen were quiet. 'Damn, I wonder what they're doing.' He fondled his penis through his pants, willing it to respond. Nothing happened. He barked a silent laugh.

Nothing happened with the two guys he had tried to have sex with either. Absolutely nothing. After his experiences with women he thought he might have more success with men. Unfortunately, he had been so terrified of not being able to perform; he hadn't even been able to get an erection.

'Poor Paavo,' he thought, remembering the young man he met at a bar near Esplanade Park, and had dared bring back to his student flat. 'He thought the reason I couldn't respond was because something was wrong him. Greg remembered the dejected look on the poor guy's face as he silently dressed and left. Nothing Greg said would convince him that he was not the reason Greg couldn't respond.

In a way, his first experience with a man was more troubling than those with women. At least with the women, he was the only person feeling terrible. When Paavo left, Greg had felt bad for himself but even worse for the other person.

The next man, another student whose name he never knew, was more insistent, and Greg eventually did manage to attain an erection. 'It was the kissing that did it,' he thought. When it came time to actually do something he quickly lost his erection. The night was a disaster. He stumbled out of the man's small apartment feeling terrible. It didn't help that the sound of the man's laughter followed him into the frigid night. The closing of the door to the man's house cut off the laughter and the light. It was after midnight in the middle of winter, and he was blocks away from his flat. He hadn't even noticed the bone chilling wind as he walked slowly back to his room. He wanted to cry . . . to do anything that would demonstrate to him that he wasn't made of unfeeling stone.

His roommate had looked up from his computer, pushing his glasses back on his nose as Greg stumbled into their room. Now that he was home he wasn't sure what to do, so he stood inside the door and stared into the distance. Arvid, his roommate, rushed to the door and coaxed him out of his frozen coat, scarves, hat and gloves. When he had begun to shiver uncontrollably, Arvid had helped him drink part of a cup of steaming coffee and then had stripped him out of his clothes and whisked him into a warm shower. By then he remembered he was shivering so badly he was having trouble standing. He wanted to curl into a fetal position and make the world go away. Arvid stripped and had gotten into the shower and held him while the warm water played over them both.

Greg remembered the feeling of Arvid's arms around him as well as the soft words he spoke telling him everything would be okay. He remembered closing his eyes and hoping the water would wash away his humiliation while it warmed him. . . . It hadn't.

The shivering had eventually stopped and Arvid helped him out of the shower, briskly drying him off. Greg remembered following Arvid from the bathroom and being ordered to get into his bed. Greg looked across the room to his own bed but was too exhausted to argue. In only moments, Arvid had turned off the lights to the room and had climbed in beside Greg. He had pulled the heavy blankets up around their necks before wrapping an arm around Greg, pulling him close.

Neither of them said anything, but it all had seemed so natural. He remembered waking up the next morning and realizing the previous night had been the first time in his life he had felt someone's naked body next to his for an entire night. He remembered the feeling of Arvid's gentle breathing on his neck, as well as the press of his substantial penis against his buttocks. Nothing sexual had happened, yet it had been the most sensual experience he could remember. Arvid had never asked why he stumbled in almost frozen, nor had he ever asked Greg into his bed again.

He took another sip of coffee as he heard Jeff's bedroom door open and the sound of voices heading down the hall to the bathroom. He swirled the coffee around in the cup. 'I would give anything to once again experience the sort of contentment I experienced that night . . . anything.' He continued to lean over the kitchen counter until he heard the bathroom door open and Jeff laugh at something Phalen had said or done. He moved the coffee aside and walked toward the hallway unsure what he should do, but knowing he had to do something. They looked up as he stepped around the corner. Jeff was naked, with a towel thrown over his shoulder. Phalen had his towel wrapped around his waist.

"Um, hi guys." He could have kicked himself for being so timid. Jeff's pale skin accentuated the spread of hair that covered his chest, tapering to a thin line that fanned out again, framing his flaccid penis. Phalen was the opposite of Jeff; deeply tanned, more muscular and absolutely smooth. "Do you think I could speak with you both for a bit?" Jeff looked at him strangely and then smiled, inviting him into his bedroom with a gesture. Greg gave Phalen a nervous grin as he passed.


Jeff had not often seen his brother wearing such a serious expression. In fact, he and Phalen had seldom seen Greg during the past two weeks. Margit had shrugged when asked about his absence, saying his disappearance was not unusual.

"When he was in school he was hardly ever home. Of course, he had his student housing, but even so it could be weeks between visits." She sighed, resting her elbows on the dining table, rotating her cup of coffee. "I tell you both." She looked from her son to Phalen, whose serious expression matched hers. "Greg's always been quite a handful." She was quiet for a moment, seeming to review her oldest son's life in the space of a few heartbeats. She looked at Phalen with a warm smile, and then turned to Jeff. "I wish he'd find someone as wonderful as you have to settle down with." Jeff reached for Phalen's hand linking fingers on the tabletop. Margit looked at Jeff a little wistfully and then her gaze sharpened.

"Honey." She leaned forward. "What's changed in your life, other than Phalen, here? You are a different person from the one who left for University." Jeff bowed his head and out of the corner other eye she noticed his grip on Phalen's hand tighten.

"Mother." Jeff paused a moment trying to swallow. "Phalen is what happened to me." He glanced to his left with a tender smile. "Without him I would be no different than when you saw me last."

"But . . . "

He held up a hand, gesturing for his mother to stop. "Mother, please. It would serve no purpose to go into details. Suffice it to say that I am happier today than I have ever been." He leaned across the table and rested his hand on hers. She looked at him with a troubled expression.

Seeing you and Dad . . . " He searched for words. "Showing Phalen where I grew up . . . It's been more wonderful than I could have imagined. I . . . I never realized how much I missed everything . . . the language, the greenery . . . everything. He looked at her tenderly. "But most of all I never realized how much I missed you and Dad. I didn't realize how incomplete my life has been without the two of you in it."

She wiped one of her eyes, suddenly gone watery. "Stop it sweetheart. You'll have me crying." She grinned a lopsided smile and searched his face in silence but said nothing more.

That evening Jeff wrapped an arm around Phalen's shoulders as they leaned against the bed's headboard, discussing the conversation with Margit. Both had decided Jeff had been right not to burden his parents with his childhood problems. "After all," Jeff said, bringing Phalen's hand to his lips. "There's not anything they can do to help. Knowing the truth would only make them feel guilty." He turned to Phalen with a determined expression. "I don't want to do that to them, especially now that we've established a new relationship with each other. As always when Jeff got into one of his self-analysis moods, Phalen sat quietly and let him figure things out.


Greg studied the clothes scattered around the room.

Phalen picked a few things off of the easy chair and invited Greg to have a seat. "Don't mind the mess. We're usually a little more controlled than you saw us earlier this evening."

"Not often," Jeff added sotto voce, tossing Phalen his towel and looking through a dresser drawer for a pair of running shorts. He was humming tunelessly as he rummaged about in the drawer.

Phalen's gaze flicked from Jeff's naked body to Greg who seemed transfixed by the sight of his brother. Jeff must have noticed the sudden quiet because he looked up with quirked eyebrows.

"What are you looking at, Greg?" He smiled and stood up straight, facing his brother. "You've seen me naked lots of times. He pivoted and turned his back to his brother and then looked over his shoulder. "See, nothing's changed since you saw me last. I still look just like you." Greg laughed and threw a piece of clothing at him that had been sitting on the arm of the chair.

"Hey, thanks." These are what I was looking for." He held up the brief shorts and shook them at his brother. Greg's attention turned to Phalen as Jeff tossed him a pair of yellow nylon running shorts that were as brief as Jeff's. Phalen caught them effortlessly and then dropped his towel, turning his back to Greg as he pulled them on. As he stood he noticed Jeff's questioning expression and half smile and frowned in return before picking up both towels and walking down the hallway to the bathroom to hang up the towels. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - When he came back to the bedroom Jeff was sitting cross-legged on the bed facing his brother. Greg looked up as Phalen entered the room and smiled nervously. Greg seemed to be dressed like the typical Finnish man on the street, in a pair of casual slacks and a crisply ironed shirt, though he had rolled his sleeves up, exposing the same strong forearms as his brother. Phalen climbed onto the bed and sat next to Jeff.

"What's happening?" Jeff asked into the silence. Greg's naturally intense expression intensified and he looked from his brother to Phalen and then down at the floor. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly before he once again looked at his brother.

"Jeff . . . Phalen . . ." He took another breath and looked from side to side. Phalen took Jeff's hand and got a return squeeze as reassurance that everything was okay. Greg looked back at them, but not before flicking his gaze over his shoulder toward the open door and the living room beyond.

"I want to have a relationship like the one you guys have," he blurted. Jeff looked at him in surprise. "You guys are so happy. When I . . . When I saw you kiss a little while ago I was jealous." He sat forward in the chair. "You see, every time I try to have some sort of relationship. . ." He hesitated, trying to think of the appropriate words. "It's a disaster." He flopped back in the chair and tilted his head back. "After each attempt I feel humiliated. It takes me weeks to recover and then the next time I'm even more terrified." He sighed, looking at Jeff once again. "I've given up. But, after seeing you guys, I've begun to realize how much I'm missing." He bowed is head in embarrassment.

"Have you ever had sex?" Jeff asked slowly.

Greg shrugged. "I fooled around with a couple of the neighbor boys when I was a kid. We even masturbated each other quite a few times . . . and kissed a lot." He shifted his gaze away from his brother. "It was fun, but that doesn't count as a relationship. Since I've become an adult . . . well, I've . . . tried, but nothing works."

"You've tried, Jeff prompted. Greg nodded.

"With both women and men. Each time was a disaster." He laughed in dry amusement. "After trying both men and women, there's nothing left. When I saw you guys kiss it was exciting. I want the same thing. When I hear Mother and Dad talk about how happy you are, and then to see you touch each other." He sighed. "I'm envious."

"Greg, I've gotta tell you, I've always thought of you as some sort of super stud that could have any girl . . . or guy, he wanted." Greg shrugged but a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Lots of people seem to think that's the case . . . but it's not true. I've got many friends, but when things threaten to become sexual, I become terrified. . . . I'm a failure." He looked up, a smile dramatically changing his face. "I do masturbate a lot though. That I'm good at." Phalen chuckled. "Very good," Greg added. "It's everything else I'm a failure at."

"When you're beating off, wanking, whatever they call it here. . . "

"Vert^Ê^Ê k^Êteen," Greg and Jeff, said simultaneously. Phalen waved a hand.

"That too." Phalen paused a moment. "Whenever you play with yourself, do you mind my asking what are you fantasizing about? What's exciting to you?" Greg thought long enough for Phalen to think he should not have asked the question.

"I fantasize about guys, mostly. I can have an orgasm thinking about a woman, but it's not as satisfying as when I imagine a man." Jeff's eyebrows rose but he remained silent. "In fact, since you've come back for a visit, I fantasize about you Jeff." Greg squirmed in the chair. "I've always fantasized about you," he murmured, looking at his younger brother. He heaved a great sigh. "You guys don't intimidate me like everyone else." He squirmed in the chair again, trying to get into a comfortable position.

"You see, each time I . . . try . . . and have a bad experience, I become more afraid to try again. I know I'm going to fail before I even start." He bowed his head and spoke in a low voice. "You guys don't know how much it hurts to be laughed at because you can't get an erection." He looked at them with wide eyes. "When I'm not with someone I don't have any trouble . . . getting hard. When I'm expected to actually do something . . . with someone . . . everything . . . goes limp."

"Whew," Jeff said, releasing a breath he didn't know he had been holding. "And Dad says I'm full of surprises." Greg looked at him seriously. "Does Mother . . . " Jeff began. Greg immediately shook his head.

"You mean does she know about me liking men?" Jeff nodded. Greg shrugged. "She may have guessed, but I haven't told her."

"How . . . how did you do it, Jeff? Were you always comfortable with your orientation?" Jeff gave his brother a rueful smile, and turned to glance at Phalen.

"Hardly. I was much more messed up than you." Phalen slightly nodded his bowed head and then rested his hand on Jeff's leg. I hadn't changed . . . at all . . . from when you last saw me, until Larry, that's Phalen's father, introduced me to his son. My life began to change the moment I shook his hand.


The candle in the middle of the table flickered wildly in the breeze. Brad brushed his fingers over his hair and set his fork down, studying the man across from him. After a few moments of silence, Larry looked at Brad from under his eyelashes and grinned causing the corners of his eyes to crinkle. "What are you thinking? You're so serious all of a sudden."

"Sorry." He hesitated a moment and then seemed to reach a decision. "Larry, we've been out with each other every night for the last two weeks. What does your friend, Andrew think of not seeing you?" Larry laid his fork down and spoke slowly.

"We've seen each other . . . at lunch a couple times, and we've gotten together after work to have a drink. His office isn't that far from mine. I also see him at the gym. I see plenty of him. Why do you ask?" Brad slightly shrugged.

"Do you miss seeing him . . . sexually?" Larry lowered his voice and spoke gently.

"Brad, I have seen him sexually since meeting you. We enjoy having sex together; we just know we're not right for one another in a relationship. We agreed we could continue our friendship and have sex until either of us met someone." Larry studied Brad's bowed head for a moment. "When either one of us have met someone to become serious about, he and I will start being just friends."

"Brad . . . have I hurt you by having sex with Andrew?" He leaned back in his chair, his arms hanging limply at his sides, studying the young man sitting across the table from him. Brad reached up and massaged his forehead with the tips of the fingers of one hand while he thought.

"No, you've not hurt me . . . not really." He paused a moment, picking up his fork and idly toying with the food remaining on his plate. Larry caught his eye, slightly arching his eyebrows, asking if he was being given a truthful answer. Brad nodded once. "I don't know. Maybe . . . some." Larry bowed his head.

"I'm sorry, Brad. I didn't know you would feel this way." He looked aside, trying to gather his thoughts.

"Oh, geez, Larry. I'm not devastated or anything, so don't look like that." He reached across the table the rested his hand on top of Larry's. "You've not done anything wrong . . . really!"

"Is that really how you feel, or are you trying to make me feel better?" Brad laughed and squeezed Larry's hand.

"Both. It's really how I feel, and I'm trying to make you feel better." He softly snorted. "I guess I'm just not accustomed to having my questions answered honestly, that's all. It's sort of a shock." He abruptly changed the subject. "Do you love him . . . Andrew?"

Larry shook his head. "No. I don't think he really loves me either. I do like him though . . . very much, but I don't love him. He's fun to hang out with, but . . ." He trailed off and then grinned conspiratorially. "Whenever I'm with him I always think he's doing one of his psychiatric analysis things on me. He's never really done anything like that, but sometimes that's how I feel. Whenever I'm with him I find I try and watch what I say."

"You said the two of you have agreed to stop having sex until either of you meeting someone who might be relationship material." Brad hesitated, toying with his napkin. "What do you think about me? Since you guys are still having sex, does that mean the two of us . . ." He paused, not knowing how to continue.

"Ohhhh," Larry sighed. "I'm not doing well tonight, am I?" He shook his head and grinned, trying to lighten the mood. "If you and I, or another person and I agree to become partners, then Andrew and I will stop having sex. I didn't mean to intimate that because he and I were still seeing each other sexually that you are just a guy I'm having fun with until the right person comes along." He paused and leaned closer. "Brad, you're not just another person. You mean much more to me than that."

"What do you think of me?"

"I don't think you're analyzing me like I think he does, and I feel free to say what I think when I'm with you." Larry grinned at Brad's exasperated expression. "That is what you meant, isn't it?" He laughed aloud, flashing his dimples. "I know it isn't. I'm just teasing." He leaned forward and rested his forearms on the table.

Larry took a deep breath. "I . . . don't know how to describe what I feel about you. I enjoy your company immensely. I love your mischievous smile and the way you cock your head a little sometimes, when you talk. I love your laugh, your sense of humor . . . the way you feel when we've touched. I think you're one of the most handsome men I've ever met." He winked when Brad looked up in surprise. "It's true," Larry continued, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I would never get tired of seeing your naked body." He took a deep breath. "I also admire your continuing devotion to Curt." Brad's eyebrows rose.

"But, I don't love you." Larry concluded, reaching across the small table and taking Brad's hand. "I could love you . . . very easily. I just can't let myself feel that way. There are . . . obstacles."

Brad nodded. "Andrew's your same age, right?" Larry nodded slowly, already guessing what the next question might be. "Am I too young for you to be interested in . . . as a partner?" Brad continued to toy with his food, unwilling to meet Larry's eyes. "I've been wondering."

Larry slowly released a deep breath. "Well, I'm younger than your father, right?" Brad laughed and nodded. "But," Larry continued. "I am sixteen years older than you."

"Closer to fifteen." Larry made a motion with his hands, accepting the difference. "Do you like me, Larry? I mean, I know we have a good time together and all, but have you ever thought of . . . us . . . living together?" Larry was silent for a few moments as another breeze stirred the candle flame, reflecting the flame's dance in Brad's eyes. Eventually, Larry nodded.

"Yes . . . I have. Often. I've also considered the same potential problems you've obviously thought of, including your parents' reaction to me, and your brothers', as well as Phalen's and Jeff's. Brad, you're only four years older than my son. It's because of those differences, primarily the age difference, that I won't allow myself to feel what I would very much like to feel.

"I know what you mean." They sat in silence while a waiter removed their plates. "I feel the same way . . . about you." Brad smiled his thanks when the waiter placed dessert in front of him. "I still love Curt." He sighed and then continued. "I don't know if it's possible for me to stop loving him." He shrugged, beginning to toy with his dessert.

"But loving him does not mean I'd ever consider living with him . . . or having sex with him again." He stared into the distance for a moment. "If I ever made the mistake of sleeping with him again, I know I'd find myself back to where I was before I left. He may actually have changed, but I'd never know for sure. So, no matter how much I love him, I'll do it from a distance."

"I've sat out by the pool on many of the nights after our dates and wondered what living with you would be like. I've also wondered if I'm interested in you because you sort of fill a vacuum left by Curt's absence. I don't think that's what's happening. The times we've seen each other have been so much more satisfying than when I was with Curt. You listen to me . . . really listen. You're gentle." His eyes twinkled from more than the candlelight. "You're also a great kisser. I get all tingly when you touch me . . . and I think you're soooo sexy when you're naked." He quickly added. "You're pretty outstanding when you're dressed too."

Larry laughed loud enough to draw the attention of other diners. "By any chance are you horny, Mr. Kelly?" Brad grinned and nodded.

"Thinking of you naked does that to me. In fact, I've just about rubbed myself raw from masturbating so often, thinking of you." He looked at Larry through his eyelashes, a shy smile playing with the corners of his lips.

"Raw, huh?" Brad chuckled. "And I'm a good kisser," Larry continued. "And you think I'm sexy, naked?" Brad nodded after each statement. "Funny thing." He paused.

Brad arched his eyebrows, silently asking what Larry meant.

"The same things are happening to me because I'm thinking of you.

~ To be continued ~

Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read and comment on this story. I've been overwhelmed at the response to 'Phalen,' and love to hear from each of you.

If you would like me to send you a pic of the guys that inspired the main characters in this story, email me.

I would like to thank Carey for his ceaseless efforts to make me a better writer, Gwynne for her daily doses of humor and her insights into the characters, and Larry in Finland for helping me with the Finnish language and for being a good friend. Writing may be a solitary endeavor but the thoughts of each of these people, as well as you, the story's readers, affect the story's course.

Thanks for reading.

Roy roynm@mac.com

Next: Chapter 30


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