The Snake Pit – 7 ~ A New Arrival © 2014 by hgo469@yahoo.com All Rights Reserved
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The Snake Pit
I was on the road a great deal, living in one motel after another – the idea of having to stay in one place for about six months was something that I grasped at once as it would mean that I could live in one place and actually hang my clothes in the closet for a little bit. I had heard about "The Snake Pit" several times in a number of places so it was the first place I looked when I arrived in town. The name on the front of the building actually said "OASIS INN" but everyone called it "The Snake Pit" after the manager, "Snake."
After I signed the various agreements, including the ones that said I understood that the entire building was "clothing optional" and that no females were permitted beyond the front lobby I found myself the occupant of a one-bedroom apartment on the first floor. The Oasis Inn had started out as a motel; however, some of the units had been patched together to make apartments and slowly it had turned into an extended stay motel where the same people had occupied some of the units for several years. There was a large swimming pool, sauna, steam room, gym and even a community kitchen for those who didn't have a kitchen of their own in their room. Everyone lived kind of like a huge extended family and as I soon learned, not all of the people living there were actually registered guests.
Life is a strange thing and while I had intended to stay in this place for only about six months I ended up owning the place and starting to put down some roots for the first time in years.
A New Arrival
Life in the Snake Pit is anything but boring and the idea that having all of the workers living as slaves doesn't mean that I don't still have problems along those lines as well. It isn't that they don't do a good job – they do – but still after a while they tend to feel that they need to become something other than a slaveboy/housekeeper and ask for their release. And then there was the problems that were started by Billy Jay's mother and sister – after he told them to just leave him alone they started a campaign of harassment with the goal of getting me to send him away so that they could cure him of his homosexuality with the help of a religious charlatan named Kling.
When Billy had arrived he had paid for one week, I guess I should have returned his money since he spent almost all of his time with me in my apartment. During that entire week he never left the complex and I don't think that he ever put on any clothing either for that matter. It turned out that along with a very talented bed partner he was also quite skilled in the one phase of life that I had never really been all that good at – cooking. I think I must have gained five pounds on his cooking.
It was at the end of that week that he asked me if I was ready to add him to the stable of slaveboys that took care of all the chores around the place.
"You want to be come a slaveboy?" I asked.
"Yes Master, that is if you'll have me."
Have him, in the back of my mind I had been thinking about offering to take him in as a partner just to keep him around – now I hadn't said anything like that to anyone, but it was a lot more than sex that was talking in my mind, of that I was sure.
"You do understand what you are asking?"
"Yes Master," he rattled the chains that currently held his hand and feet together. "I will spend all of my time in leg irons, much of my time with my hands cuffed behind me, and I we not wear any clothing. That is how I have been spending my time for the past week and I know it is how I want to continue to spend it."
"That also means that instead of being a guest around here you are going to have to do your share of the chores."
"Yes Sir, Master. I only need to make one phone call to have the rental company pick up my car – I seriously doubt that I'll be needing it any time soon."
"You also know that I don't pay my slaves."
"Slaves don't get paid, I know that, besides even if you were paying for the things I do around here I wouldn't take it, all I want is access to your wonderful cock."
Now that was an offer that I certainly couldn't resist and Billy Jay's status changed from guest to slaveboy – I had Hank and Aaron assign him chores and he fit in quite well.
About two weeks later Billy Jay's mother and sister showed up again, this time during regular lobby hours and I was actually at the desk myself.
"What did you do with my son's car?" his mother shouted as she walked in the door.
"Who's car are you talking about, and what car is that for that matter?"
"You know perfectly well what I'm talking about, I'm going to have you arrested for grand theft auto."
"Madam, if anyone is going to arrested around here it is going to be you. You are trespassing."
"I demand to see my son – you are holding him against his will, you pervert."
"I have been instructed that he does NOT wish to see you, if you have anything to say to him he suggested that you put it in writing and mail it to him. Now, since you are trespassing I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
The two women left, but I felt that I hadn't see the last of them and I was right, about an hour later they arrived again, this time with two police officers and two rent-a-cops in tow.
"Do you have a William James Laurence, III, in residence here?" one of the officers asked.
I looked up from the book I had been reading, "Do you have a court order requiring me to reveal the names of all the people who currently reside here?"
"No, but I can get one if I need to."
"And how are you going to justify that to the judge?"
"These two ladies claim that you are holding William James Laurence, III, against his will here."
I started to laugh.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"This entire scene. These two females have previously been told by Mr. Laurence that he doesn't wish to deal with them – since he over 18 years of age he is an adult and they have no control over him or his activities."
Before the officer could say anything else Billy's mother broke in, "I'm his mother, of course I have control, this pervert can not prevent me from seeing my son."
The officer suggested that his partner take her and the rest of her entourage out of the lobby while he talked with me alone.
I smiled at the suggestion.
Once we were alone he asked, "Just what is happening here? I know that this is a gay hotel/apartment complex, is that her problem?"
I nodded. "Her son recently turned 18 and has not made any secret about his being gay. She refuses to accept that and has been trying to force him into some sort of religious therapy that claims they can 'cure' homosexuality."
The officer smiled.
"In any case he didn't want anything to do with it and split. It appears that he has a personal trust fund that she can't touch which he can use any way he wants making him able to be independent of her."
"Can I speak with him?" he asked.
"Well, he did say that he doesn't want to deal with her but I can ask him if he will talk with you. I'll go back and speak with him, but if she comes back in here I assure you that no one is going to get a chance to talk with him."
The officer agreed so I went to see where Billy was at the moment. I found him in the slave's bunk room – he had finished his rooms and had just been having Aaron replace the cuffs on his wrists. I explained that I wanted him to speak with the cop so that he would get his mother out of our hair. Quickly Aaron removed all of Billy's bondage gear and gave him a robe he could wear out in the lobby.
Billy and the officer walked down to the opposite end of the lobby while I returned to my place behind the desk – from where I was I could see that there was some sort of a confrontation happening between the other officer and the two rent-a-cops and the suddenly the two of them as well as Billy's mother stormed back inside the lobby.
"That's my son, you have your court order, gather him up and let's get out of this ungodly hellhole."
As soon as I realized what was happening I hit my panic button behind the desk – that caused solid doors to close isolating the lobby with all of the windows and doors covered. Snake had installed these after a fool had tried to gain entry by shooting the desk clerk (luckily he wasn't seriously hurt) and then attempting to enter the main courtyard with avowed intention of saving society by exterminating all of the godless perverts inside.
Snake had been in the inner office, heard the shot, grabbed the baseball bat that he kept for emergencies, and while the shooter was still working on opening the inner door he slipped up behind him and swung the bat – when the shooter regained consciousness the police were already there and he was being arrested. Still he had installed these additional protections just to be safe. This was the first time I had had to use the panic button, but I had made it a policy of testing it every week to make sure it worked.
One of the rent-a-cops had knocked Billy to the floor and was attempting to cuff his hands behind him while the other one was trying to open the outside door. Meanwhile Billy's mother was waving a wad of papers at the police officer and shouting that she had a court order making her Billy's legal guardian so that she could remove him from this ungodly surrounding and away from the perverts who were poisoning his mind with their homosexual propaganda.
At the same time the officer who was still out in front of the building was using his radio to call for backup. I just sat behind my desk and waited to see what was going to happen. No one could reach me from inside the lobby but I could hear everything that was happening and all of it was also being recorded by the two closed circuit TV cameras that were always running in the lobby.
The officer in the lobby had taken the wad of papers that Billy's mother had been waving around and started to look at them – then he looked over at the rent-a-cops. "I suggest that you removed those cuffs from this young man, if there is one thing I know for sure it is that he won't be going anywhere with you."
"What are you talking about," Mrs. Laurence thundered. "Those are legal orders from a judge declaring me to be the legal guardian of my son who has been declared incompetent to handle his own affairs."
By this point Billy had regained his feet, a pair of handcuffs dangled from one wrist and his robe was still on the floor. Standing there totally nude he did, in fact, look to be about fourteen years old, only even his mother had admitted that he was of age.
"Let me see those papers," he said, reaching for the papers.
"He doesn't need to see them, he has already been ruled incompetent."
Billy looked at the top page, turning away from his mother who was trying to take the papers away from him. "Just as I suspect, this is the same 'court order' she tried to use to prevent me from taking control ov my life on my 18th birthday. The judge who signed them is actually just the local Justice of the Peace and the brother of that phoney 'doctor' Kling who has been trying to cure me ever since she found out that I was gay."
"Where was that?" the officer asked.
"In West Virginia."
"Did you live in West Virginia at the time?"
"No, I've never lived in West Virginia, hell, the only time I ever was in West Virginia was when my mother tried to lock me up in that 'treatment' center where they were going to cure me."
By this time the street in front of the Oasis Inn looked like a doughnut shop's parking lot.
To me the officer in the lobby said, "Would you please release the doors now."
I did as I was asked.
"And to you three," the two rent-a-cops and Mrs. Laurence, "I'm placing the three of you under arrest for attempted kidnapping."
"You can't do that," she shouted, "I have a court order."
"Madam, what you have is a piece of paper of dubious validity that was issued in another state." He turned toward Billy, "Are you a resident here at the moment?"
"Yes sir, I am."
"Then I will ask you to not leave this jurisdiction until this entire matter is cleared up. Do you have any ID showing your age?"
Billy turned to me and smiled.
"I have his ID right here in the office, I too questioned his age when he first arrived here. We agreed that I would keep his ID here in the office whenever he was here so that if anyone wanted to prove his age it would be readily available since this is a clothing optional facility and often he doesn't have any pockets available."
I handed the officer Billy's ID.
After carefully examining it he wrote down the basic information before handing it back to Billy. "If you're going to stay here you need to get a local driver's license," he said.
"I plan to do just that, just haven't had the time yet." He handed his ID back to me and I immediately returned it to the safe behind the desk.
Out on the sidewalk Mrs. Laurence was still arguing with the two officers who had escorted her out of the lobby. Another police car arrived and this time a female sergeant climbed out onto the sidewalk. I guess Mrs. Laurence thought that this officer was going to be on her side in things – far from it, almost as soon as she started telling the sergeant what she 'had' to do she found herself in the back seat of the sergeant's patrol car and on her way to the police station.
It wasn't until much later that evening that Mrs. Laurence's car as well as the rent-a-cops vehicle were claimed from my parking lot, meanwhile life returned to normal around here. When I returned to my apartment a bit later I found Billy Jay in my playroom, tied over my fucking horse, he was blindfolded and gagged with a note taped onto his butt.
Master:
Please forgive me for this mess that my mother has caused, I know that you don't want any problems of any kind. I have asked Aaron to leave me like this so that I can be ready for whatever punishment you feel is needed for this upsetting scene as well as any pleasure you may wish to extract from this worthless slave's body as at lease some partial payment for your discomfort.
On the table beside him there were several of my favorite punishment tools laid out including the leather strap that I really did enjoy using when I had a reason. I ran my hand over his tightly stretched ass cheeks, they were as smooth as those of a new-born baby, and Billy shivered slightly as pinched the flesh a bit. Now I picked up the leather strap and folded it in half so that I could cause the two halves to smack together with a loud crack.
"How many strokes do you think this little fiasco out in the lobby warrant?" I asked him.
Billy attempted to reply only the gag in his mouth prevented any reply, that wasn't a surprise as that particular gag completely filled his mouth, holding his jaw wide open, the best he could have done was to grunt a bit.
"No answer," I said as I smacked the strap together with another loud crack. "Guess I'll just have to keep going until my arm grows tired." I chuckled and then swung the strap so that it landed solidly on one of Billy's upraised ass-cheeks.
SMACK!
I heard Billy's muffled cry as the strap left a wide red welt across the ass-cheek.
SMACK!
This time I hit the other cheek, leaving a similar welt while Billy gave forth another muffled cry.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Four more wide red stripes across the now well punished ass-cheeks.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
These against the backs of his thighs. Now I changed to a rather vicious looking riding crop that I used to land an even dozen quick blows across his back, leaving plenty of bright red stripes but being careful not to cause any serious damage or drawing of any blood.
There is something about fucking a freshly punished boy that has always been an added pleasure to me as I removed my robe and stood behind the helpless boy's upturned bottom. I was already fully erect and droplets of pre-cum had formed that I then used to lubricate the boy pussy that I was about to enter. Even since that first night I had been fucking Billy regularly, only this was the first time that I had taken him in this fashion.
Still, unlike the other slaveboys I had treated in this fashion when they had misbehaved, who tried to tighten their sphincter muscles in an attempt to prevent my entry – something that had never worked – Billy seemed to be putting out the welcome mat, inviting my rigid column of hot flesh to enter and enjoy him.
Slowly I pressed inch after inch of my manhood deep inside his welcoming tunnel, not pushing too hard, only working a couple of inches in and then withdrawing a bit before pushing a bit more inside him until finally my groin was pressing tightly against his ass. Now, after a short delay I pulled back until only the mushroom-shaped head was still inside him at which time I drive the entire cock back deep inside him. In and out, increasing the speed as he tightened his now abused sphincter muscles around the rigid invader.
My strokes became harder and faster until I felt my nuts starting to tighten and then suddenly I let loose with a massive blast of hot jism deep into his waiting hole.
When my nuts had finally emptied their load I collapsed onto his helpless body, rubbing my hands up and down his flanks and then working them around until I was able to capture his delightful little nipples between my fingers, pinching them and rolling them while he attempted to do more than the simple grunts that that were the only vocal noises he was able to work past the massive gag that still filled his mouth.
A few minutes later, once my cock had totally deflated and been expelled from the confines of Billy's rectum I lifted myself off the helpless boy who I had been using as a mattress, released him from the fucking horse, removed his gag and blindfold, and led him into the shower where we both enjoyed the refreshing spray. We followed this with a short nap before dinner. Billy had kept saying he was sorry for the problems that his mother had been causing but I assured him that as far as I was concerned having him there with me was well worth the efforts.
Billy had starting working a couple of shifts a week on the front desk – this was considered a prime assignment since the desk clerk had to be fully dressed and wasn't wearing any visible bondage gear. Granted, the desk clerk was always wearing a chastity device of some kind just to remind him that he was still a slaveboy, but that wasn't something that anyone who just came up to the desk you see.
I was up in my apartment doing the books when I heard the buzzer from the front desk – that meant that there was something that needed my personal attention right away. The first thought I had was that Billy's mother had shown up again – as long as Billy was behind the desk there was no way she could actually reach him, but who knows what sort of things she might try the next time. Quickly I headed for the lobby.
Billy was still behind the desk, he was talking with a man I had never seen before while in the lobby there were two younger guys, both of them appeared to be teenagers, perhaps a bit older looking than Billy was, but they didn't look to be over 18 any more than Billy did. As I approached Billy asked the man if he would wait a minute and then turned toward me.
"Is there a problem with someone?" I asked as I looked over at the stranger.
"Not with him, Sir," he replied. "It is those two in the lobby."
I glanced over at the two boys, they just seemed to be standing there. "So what's the problem, you know that we don't accept any guests or visitors under 18. Are they with him?"
"No, they came in on their own after him – I haven't actually even spoken to either of them yet."
"Then what is the problem, why did you need me to come down here, you know the rules, just tell them that we can't admit them. You are the desk clerk, why did you need me?"
"One of them is my half-brother and the other one is the grandson of Dr. Kling, the one who runs that program where my mother was trying to send me to be cured."
I nodded. "You finish dealing with your guest while I have a chat with those two – and you did the right thing in bringing me down here."
I crossed over to where the two boys were standing. "Is there something I can do for you?" I asked.
"We wanted to rent a room."
"Well this is an adult only complex and ..."
"I just turned 18 yesterday," one of them said interrupting me.
"And I'm actually almost 19, though I admit that I don't look it," said the other one.
I nodded, "And there is the little problem of the scene that happened here a couple of weeks ago."
"I know, my step-mother made a total fool out of herself and she dragged you and my brother right into it. I'm really sorry about that, but I ask that you not hold that against us – we weren't involved in any way."
"Well there is also the matter of this being a gay men's private residential club."
"We want to join."
I smiled.
"I can't help it that my grandfather is a fool – I've been trying to hide who I am from him for years now and it isn't easy. We decided that when Kenny turned 18 we would leave – once we both were adults no one could do anything. When Kenny's mother got uncle Rupert to sign that paper trying to force Billy into that 'program' we knew for sure we had to leave very soon."
"Then why did you come here?"
"We came here because this is where Billy is, you managed to protect him from everyone, and we didn't really have any other idea of where to go."
"And I thought that my step-mother wouldn't think to look here for me."
I wasn't too keen on the idea of having any more of Billy's family around here – I had the feeling that I still hadn't seen the last of Mrs. Laurence. I looked up and saw that the person Billy had been talking with had left. "You guys stay right here, I need to have a bit of a talk with Billy over there." I crossed back over to the front desk.
"What did they say they wanted, Sir?" Billy asked me.
"They claim that they want to rent a room and that they are gay."
Billy shook his head. "I have long suspected that Kenny was gay, I don't know Derek that well, last I heard he was working for his Grandfather. Both of them have been friends for some time and the families kept them away from me for fear that they might catch homosexuality if they had any close contact with me.
"As far as them renting a room here, I have serious doubts that they have enough for even a single night. I have money that was left to me by my grandfather, Kenny's only source of funding is going to have to come from his step-mother, my mother, and you can be sure that she isn't going to part with anything so that he can get out on his own, particularly if/when she finds out that he is gay. As for Randy, he hasn't ever had any money, that's why he ended up working for his grandfather."
I looked up at the two boys as they stood there in the lobby, when I looked a bit closer I could see a bit of physical resemblance between the younger looking one, Kenny, and Billy so it wasn't too difficult to accept him being Billy's half-brother. As for Randy, I guess the first thing that came to my mind was that his name was appropriate, he just seemed to look like he was ready for anything sexual that one might have in mind for him.
Still, did I really want to have them living here, that is if they could actually afford it, when either Mrs. Laurence or this Dr. Kling showed up to 'rescue' them. I beckoned the two boys over to the desk.
"Do you have the money to pay for a room here?" I asked them.
They looked at each other for a moment and then Randy said, "We had hoped that you might be interested hiring us as part of the staff here."
I looked at them again, physically they were exactly the sort of guys that I tended to take in, only not as employees but as slaves, and the truth was that I had a couple of openings as two of my boys had just asked for their release a couple of days ago, leaving me a bit shorted handed.
I turned to Billy and asked, "What do you think? Are they sincere or are they just going to bring more trouble that I don't need?"
"I don't know Master, I have long suspected that Kenny was gay and there has never been any love lost between him and my mother so I can't see his being used by her to cause problems, not that in the long run she wouldn't suddenly profess a serious 'love' for him if she thought she could get her hands on my grandfather's money as a result. As for Randy, I don't know him all that well to say much about him."
I nodded. "How about you explain to them just what sort of staff we have around here and if they think they would fit into that sort of situation."
I stepped back into the office and left Billy to deal with the two boys – I really did have mixed emotions regarding them but I decided that I was going to let Billy decide what would happen. In the back of my mind I was already making plans to promote Billy from just one of the slaves to being my assistant manager. I turned on the speaker so I could hear everything that was being said while not being obvious about it.
"How can you be a slave? Slavery is illegal," Kenny said.
"That sort of depends on how you see it. I guess that legally I can't be a slave, but that doesn't mean that I'm not one, at least here."
"You don't get paid?"
"Not really, I have everything I need, a place to sleep, plenty of food, clothing when I need them. Most of the time I'm nude around here, the only time I wear anything is when I'm out here on the desk where someone can see me."
Kenny paused for a moment. "Yeah, that's okay for you, you still have that trust fund from your grandfather, what about everyone else?"
"No one wants for anything they need."
"What if I decide that I don't want to be a slave any more – what happens then?" Randy asked.
"Whenever a slaveboy comes to Master and asked to be released he doesn't have a problem. No one is held against his will, only while he is here he must obey all of the rules and suffer whatever punishments are required if he doesn't."
"Punishments?"
"I know that both of you were punished when you did something wrong – well the same applies here. If you don't follow the rules you will be punished. In a regular job you night be fined, suspended, or even fired if you didn't follow the rules. Where, since you are a slave here, rather than any of those things happening you will be punished. The severity of the punishment will be linked to just how serious the error that you made."
"Have you been punished?"
"Several times – the most serious was when mother came here and caused problems. My bottom hurt for several days as a result."
"You mean you were spanked like a little boy?"
"Not so much like a little boy, actually Master used a leather strop and then a riding crop on my bare backside while I was tied over a punishment horse."
"And you let him do that to you?"
"Actually I asked him to do it. I deserved the punishment after what had happened. When I became one of Master's slaves I signed an agreement that said that I agreed to whatever punishment Master might decide to administer for anything that I was in any way responsible for that caused any sort of problems."
"My father and grandfather both would punish me that way whenever I did anything they didn't like or even if I just didn't do my chores to their satisfaction. They had two posts in the basement and I would be tied between them and then one of them would use a wooden paddle on my butt while I counted the strokes, and then had to ask them for another. If I didn't count loud enough of made a mistake they would start over. I never knew how many strokes I was going to get until they said that they were finished. The only thing that was different from what you said was that I was never nude when I was paddled. Grandfather felt that nudity was evil and a sin. I guess it was a good thing too because sometimes when I was paddled I would get a hard-on and if he had seen that I don't know just what he would have done, but I'm sure it would have been a whole lot worse."
I could see Billy behind the desk and it looked like he was getting a hard-on just thinking about Randy's punishments.
Kenny pulled on Randy's arm and the two boys stepped away from the desk to where they felt that Billy wouldn't hear them. They were right, Billy couldn't, but there was no place in that lobby where I couldn't hear everything that was said back in my office.
"You never told me about that," Kenny said in a whisper.
"Grandpa always told me that if I told 'anyone' about it there was a chance that I might not survive the punishment that would be administered afterward."
"But you got a boner from it?"
"I'm not sure if it was from the paddling or just from being tied between the poles. Sometimes I was stiff as soon as my hands were tied to the posts and then it only went down when the paddling was too severe and I was starting to cry."
"Do you think you want to become a slave here?"
"If it means that we can stay together I'll do almost anything, anywhere. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If that means that I have to be a slaveboy and be naked all the time I don't see any problem with that, after all, I do like being naked and being naked with you just makes it all that much better."
The two boys came back to the desk. "Can we become slaveboys here?" Kenny asked.
Randy nodded his agreement.
"Let me go back and talk with Master. You have to understand that if he does take you guys in, since you are my brother and his friend if anything happens around here that involves you and requires punishment I'm going to end up being punished as well."
"But if you aren't involved why should you be punished."
"Because Kenny is my brother and I approved your being here."
The two boys looked at each other. "We'll behave, Billy, really we will, we don't want you to be punished for something you didn't do."
Billy smiled – he knew that the chances of him being punished for something that they did was small, but if they thought he might be there was a good chance that they would be far more careful about things.
I came back out of the office, "Well, what have you guys decided?" I asked.
"They want to stay."
"Okay, then take both of them into the dungeon ..."
When I said that the two boys exchanged looks, "Dungeon??" they said both at the same time.
"That's what Master calls the rooms where the slaveboys stay when they aren't busy."
"But Dungeon?"
"Yeah, there aren't any windows there and along with a dormitory with beds there is also several small rooms, more like cells, where a slave is sometimes kept when he has disobeyed and is awaiting punishment."
The two boys exchanged a couple more quick looks but didn't say anything else.
"Now, like I was saying, take them down to the dungeon, assign them each a cupboard for their belongings, and then put them each in a separate cell."
Billy led the two boys off while I stayed in the office just in case someone came in – I really didn't like leaving the office unattended, particularly during the day.
Billy returned about 15 minutes later. "Kenny and Kevin are all settled in – I decided that they should start growing accustomed to bondage so both of them have their hands cuffed behind them. As soon as I locked the cuffs on Kevin's wrists he grew a serious erection so I don't doubt what he said about it happening when he was tied between those posts at home. I also reminded them that they were now slaves and if they were to cum without permission they would be punished."
"That was a good idea. Was anyone down there when you took them in?"
"Corky and Hank were in there, the guest who Corky had been staying with checked out this morning and left him chained to the bed. Hank had just cleaned the room and released him. They were having a bit of lunch and then Corky was hoping to connect up with the guy in number 37 – he had expressed an interest when he first saw Corky beside the pool in chains."
I chuckled, it would have been much more unlikely to have seen Corky when he wasn't in chains. "So now I'm feeding Corky too?" I asked.
"Only once in a while, if you want you can take the costs out of my pay."
"Let's see, how do I deduct from your pay when you don't get paid in the first place?"
Billy smiled, "I'm sure you will think of something."
And indeed I did, but that is another story.
To be continued ...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry it has been such a long time since the last chapter of this story, I just have had far too many things on my plate recently.