I wasn’t sure I liked it, even if the sex was great.My musings were calmed by the sound of a thunderstorm, with wind and rain. The sounds of the win... and of the rain hitting the steel roof were soothing, even with low rumbles of thunder. I’m not quite sure when the knock came, but it was still raining, and hard. I put on a robe, went to the door and there he was, my new twink lover Gary, soaking wet and obviously upset.“My parents are drunk and fighting; can I come in?” There was never any. “Close to 80 billion dollars, when you factor everything at the close of business yesterday.” He finally answered.This caused an uproar, everyone started talking at once. Comments like “Maybe we should contest the will”, and,” This is an absolute outrage, he must have been out of his mind, after all, he was still recovering from a stroke.” These statements and many others were made.Harrison let the noise go on for a while. He knew it was going to happen and he knew it needed to be let out. Just. ." Shut up! Do you want to spoil the climax of your own story?" Er, not the climax!" I agreed. Sometimes Louie wasn't such a bad imp."Well, here we are at the station. I'll be going to the train." Thanks," I said trying to extricate myself from the ridiculous vehicle and maintain as much dignity as possible. After all, I was trying to make a good impression on six of the greatest writers in the ASS community. They were already at the station, standing on the platform watching me and trying not. Idon't recall whether or not I actually said 'four', but either way, thenext thing I'm aware of is darkness, and the beeping of my heartmonitor. I open my eyes slowly, grimacing at the sight of the brightlight hitting my eyes. The IV drip in my hand stings, my legs are up instirrups, my head still feels like it's stuffed with cotton wool, and mygroin is in a LOT of pain. However, there's only one thing that I'mconcerned about."He-hello?" I call weakly, smiling as I'm greeted by the sight of.