I am currently running a little writers block and was hoping to get some RPs in to break it.

I have Three characters I would like to RP with:
PJ (Male Husky Gay): Simple S;ice of Life, nothing out of the ordinary.

Jade (Female Cheetah Lesbian): Either Lesbian Slice of life or Soft Oral Vore

Uwain (Male Deer either Anthro or Feral, As an Anthro is Gay):
Anthro: Looking for an abusive relationship (As a Sub), Oral Vore (Hard or Soft) or a Feral Deer.
Feral: As the Anthro, bur more interested in Zoo themes.

PM if you are interested.

Anpu42
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I have one of my NSFW stories part way done, need to add some meat (Pun both intended and not intended) to it first before I post it.

My question is on the second one involving a Female Centaur who is a Lesbian. This story will be part of how she figured it out.

The Question: Should I make her first Lesbian encounter with another Centaur or something like a Human or Elf?

I have a series of NSFW Stories planned in my head, I just don't know what ones I want to start on.

Circles: This would be a series of what happens 'Off Camera'
>Doug and PJ (M/M, Otter/Husky)
>Ken and Micheal (M/M, Cheetah/Mouse, Light Bondage)
>Linda and Nancy (F/F, Collie/Husky)
>Jade and ??? (F/F, Cheetah/???)
>Uwain and nameless (M/M, Deer/Tiger, Domination) [New Character]
>Devon and Danial (M/M, Fox/Horse) [New Characters]

Air Pirates of the Caribbean
>Deiago and Marisa (M/F, Wolf/Cheetah)
>Tanaka (M/M, Tiger/Rabbit)

The Boarder Fort: Dark Fantasy D&D Setting
>Human/Orc (M/F)
>Human/Worg {M/F, Zoo)
>Gnoll/Cheetah (F/F, Zoo)
>Naga/Fox/Cat (F/F/F, Vore)
>Elf/Wolf (M/F, Zoo)
>Orc/Human, (F/M)

Unnamed Centaur Series
>Centaur/??? (F/F)
>Centaur/Stallion (F/M, Breeding, Zoo)
>Centaur/Dragon (F/M, Mind Control, Breeding, Feral)

Collage Setting
>Slutty Fox (M/M+)
>Naga/Deer (F/Multiple genders, Multiple Prey, mind control, conditioning, Vore, mostly unwilling, but at least one willing)

So let me know what you would like me to start with

I have been working on updating my Circles FanFictions making them longer and fixing many errors.


Please feel free and read over them and see if I am missing things and I will get to those problems.

Also if you want me to toss in you OC let me know.

Circles Fan Fiction (V1.1)
This is my First Real Rewrite

Not much has really changed from the first 'Drafts other than I am adding more to the stories. Mostly I am trying to Double the size of each Chapter and adding somethings that I have left out and changing some of the Dialog. Also trying to make sure where the scene breaks are...though with FanFiction I can’t seem to find a format that lets me...
I am also working on trying to make sure each Book and Chapter has a Song to it. I am open to suggestions.

I am starting it in the Spring 2008

Not much has really changed with the Main Cast:
Taye and Marty are still together happily with Taye occasionally getting Motion Capture and Dialog rolls in some of the Games where Marty works now.
Ken and Michael still working on their relationship.
Arthur and John still above the bookstore, though there is now a wine and cheese shop next store that they both have shares in.
Jason and Becky are going to B.U. Jason looking into getting a Business Degree and taking the Culinary Department by storm.
Doug is still a CPA, though without any need to be ambitious he is still in his old office, but is happy and content to be be there.

My OCs (Original Characters):
PJ: My 'Avatar' within Circles is Phillip “PJ” Johnson. A Male Siberian Husky (with red fur) about 32 years old (at the start) from Seattle. A former Coast Guard Rescue Swimmer and Air Force Para-Jumper who now works as a Field Agent for the FBI. Along with Feebi, his adopted 4 year old daughter (Who is a red fox). He has just been reassigned to the Boston Branch of the FBI.
Most of the story will be PJ coming more comfortable with his sexuality and coming to terms with his PTSD and his Angst over his lost love ones.
>He is based on a Character from an RPG I run.
>Also you might notice his 'Colors', PJ is a little Color Blind.
>Ye-up & Nope: Yes these are my 'Shout-Outs' to Big Macintosh.
>Alcohol: PJ has little or no tolerance to Alcohol. More than one beer an hour gets him drunk, but he also loves to drink. He is a happy (and sometimes silly) drunk.
>Belly Rubs: One of the 'Canine' things I added to him. (Though they work on me)
>Over-The-Top-Show-Off: To miss-use a movie quote 'PJ has a particular set of skills'. To start off he thinks he needs to use all of them to get people to like him. As the story progresses he finds he does not need to use those skills to please those around him.
>He knows people: He also has Taye's gift for knowing people (though most are Military or Former Military) that quickly gets on Doug’s (and others) nerves.
>Old for his age: Though it does not make much of an appearance in the First Series he has physically and mentally gone though a lot. Once he slows down his past will catch up with him at some point.
Feebi: Feebi is based of a character that became attached to PJ in an on-line RP. I thought she would add some dynamic plot devices and humor. I hope I am doing her player justice. She is a 4 year old Red Fox
The she is a feature in many stories her real story does not happen until the Last Chapter of the Last Book at the end of the series and one of the hardest ones and favorite chapters I have written. I originally wrote it to be the first story of the last book, but after writing it I just had to make it the ending of the first Series. My only spoiler is have a tissue handy.
>She Loves Pancakes
>She Loves to Draw
>She Loves her Papa
Fredric “Fuzzy”: Fuzzy is based on a real life event. We met on an On-Line RPG Hub and me as PJ and him as Fuzzy did some real intense and fun Role-Plays for a few months and then he dropped completely off the face of the earth. About a month later I got an E-Mail from a close friend of his that Fuzzy's player had died. He was a White Furred Wolf.
>Adding him into the story is sort my way of remembering him and paying him a tribute.
Staff Sergeant Steve Johnson: Steve is PJ's younger brother who was killed in an ambush in Iraq in 2005 while serving as a Marine. He is a major catalyst for PJ's Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder or PTSD. PJ feels a little bit of 'Survivors Guilt' and still thinks 'Why Did The World Take My Baby Brother From Me!'. Like his brother he was a husky, but with gray fur.

Note on the Furry Lens: I love the concept though I have a tendency to write them as furs. Just personal taste, but I will not make an issue out of it most of the time. I will most of the time just describe what they are when they first show up and then not worry about it after that other than the occasional head tilt, tail twitch and such.

Other Notes:
>Journal Entries: I will be using Douglas's Journal entries. For the most part they will bookend the Chapter. I love the concept so much I will be adding them to my Tale Spin Fan Fictions.
>Couple Script Immunity: I also have no intentions of breaking anyone up of the main cast, though someone may move out at some point (at this point most likely Jason and Becky after they get married, but that won't happen till my second set of books), I don't know yet.
>Life Script Immunity: I do plan on sending a Circles Character to the hospital, but not till the second set of books. I have no intentions of killing of any Circle's Original Cast off.
>The Aging Process: I do plan on showing some aging going on. (Ms. Nussbaum sometimes uses a cane)
>Series: I am sticking with the Book a Season Theme going. Most books should be 6 Pages long with each Chapter being 1 Page plus a Journal Entry Epilog and possibly some post epilog dialog. At this time I have finished Series 1, but most Chapters are going though some level of rewrite as I get readt to post them.
>Chapter: Each Book I will be breaking into three Chapters, most being the length. After a few chapters I got to like the cadence of it. Someday I might try to really expand each Chapter, but don’t hold your breath.
>One Shots: I will also be doing 'One Shots'. These are just little stories that I could not figure out how to make longer and still wanted to tell or that just did not fit within the base stories. Some may be flashbacks or to cover other characters from Circles and of my own creation. I will post of the relevant ones at the end of each Book.
>Music: I love the idea of tying in the story to Music. I might be throwing in some here and there, but if there was an overall 'Theme Music' for the 1st Series it could be 'Winds of Change'.
>Halloween: One of my favorite stories is Taye and Marty’s first date. So every Autumn I will be doing a Halloween Chapter.
>Christmas: The same with Christmas
>The 4th of July Block Party: I came up with this just to some fun character interaction and get some more of PJ's stories into the 1st Book. I had fun writing it so I am tossing it in each year.
>Guns: I had to think about this a lot. Then I came up with Doug not liking them in the house, but they came with being involved with PJ. So rather than leave them in the car to be stolen he just got a strong box and gave them for Doug to control where they are kept.
>War Stories: I have included some war stories. I have tried to make them fit, but most of them are based on real events I have been told about in one way or another.
>Violence: Well there will be violence and even a death (off camera mostly)
>Sex: That brings me to Sex. I love they way it was handled. You knew it was happening, but it never made it on screen. I have found I like that and I am going to keep it that way.

Becky: Well first of there was two little of her for me to make a complete judge of her. Though she does remind me of Cadence from MLP: FIM, confident, self assured and just a little snarky. So this how I have written her, to be the voice of reason in all of the chaos. I also saw here as an otter so she is an otter.
And of course Paulie: My favorite character of the whole story and I think part of the reason I am sort of obsessed the Circles right now. In many ways I can relate to him. As I am writing this I keep thinking Arthur was right and Paulie's ghost is hanging around to keep an eye on things until Doug joins him on the other side.

Circles Fan Fiction
Douglas and PJ
Series 01: The Winds of Change
Book 1: Expanding Family
Chapter One: A new Face [Spring 2008]
Music: Sharp Dressed Man (ZZ-Top)
Dear Jason,
It is hard to believe it has been over four years since Paulie has passed on. I still miss him every day and sometimes it is so hard to continue on without him.
Taye and Marty are still together happily with Taye occasionally getting Motion Capture and Dialog rolls in some of the Games where Marty works now.
Ken and Michael still working on their relationship. Ken's modeling carrier is doing well, especially with Micheal as one of his primary photographers.
Arthur and John still above the bookstore, though there is now a wine and cheese shop next store that they both have shares in.
Well am still a CPA, though without any need to be ambitious I is still in my old office, but I am happy and content to be be there.

Things have been nice and quiet recently. I would almost say too quiet.
Right now you and Becky are working on next years classes at B.U. I just am wondering what your overall plan is right now. I really hope it is a good one.
I may be home early, Kathy says I only have one client scheduled for the day. A Mr. Johnson from New York who wants to transfer a trust fund, something about the holding company not having an office here.
When I asked her why me she told me I had experience with trust funds.
So it is my morning coffee and off to the rat race once more.
Love, Dad

Doug sat in his office waiting for Mr. Johnson looking over at all the pictures around his office sipping at his coffee. There were many of Paulie and himself. A few of John and Arthur including one that made him giggle a little, the one of Arthur playing Santa. There was sitting on top filing cabinet a picture Ken and Micheal taken during the annual party on top of Triangle Books on Paulie's Birthday/Wake last year.
The only one that sat prominently on the desk was besides Paulie was the one taken of Jason and Becky at their first 'Alliance Dance'. The picture of Paulie was the one taken by Michael a few days before Paulie went into the hospital the last time.
Doug found himself looking at one of the journals he kept in the office most of the time...the first one. He liked to reread that one because it was one of the more optimistic ones. He also liked reading about how Taye and Marty got started. That and how Arthur and himself finally started to get along. While it did make him sad, it also made him feel good inside.
He was thinking of getting another cup of coffee as he looked into the bottom of his empty cup. There was still about 30 minuets before the appointment with Mr. Johnson when Kathy called and ask if she waned to see him now, Mr. Johnson was early. Doug thought about it for a few moments and told her yes so he could get out of there early.
The Red Furred Husky walked in. He was in a nice dark blue business suit with a lavender shirt and black tie. As the man stepped into the office he pulled the Blue-Tooth out of his ear a pocked it after turning it off. He was clean cut and seemed to take in everything as he crossed the room giving Doug a light nervous smile.
“Greetings Mr. Johnson, I am Mr. Pope I will be taking care of you today.” Doug said as he stood up and offered his hand. On his hand was a few rings, one was a high school ring, there was also an Air Force and a Coast Guard Ring on the same hand. Though there was no sign of a wedding ring.
“Greetings back Mr. Pope, sorry if me being early caused you any real inconvenience.” Mr. Johnson said putting his hand in Doug’s and giving a nice firm hand shake. Probably as strong as Gus's, but not as crushing.
“Well sit down and we can get started.” Doug let go of the hand and sat down with a smile. He liked the feel of Mr. Johnson's hand shake for some reason. Opening up the folder and giving it another glance he looked up to notice that Mr. Johnson had one blue eye and one gray eye.
“Good, I still have a long day ahead of me.” said Mr. Johnson fidgeting a little, like Ken when he had to much energy.
Doug nodded. “I says you work for the Federal Bureau of Investigation, that sounds exiting and you are a Field Investigator, what is that exactly?” Doug had a basic idea from all of the cop shows that Ms. Nussbaum likes to come over and watch with him, but wanted to make sure.
Mr. Johnson smirked with a nod. “I basically investigate crimes and we call any place outside the office the field.” He paused for a moment as he looked around once more the more out of habit than anything. “And ye-up it has its moments of excitement.”
Doug nodded. “So this Trust Fund is in your Daughter Feebi's name giving you $600 a month for her expenses until she turns 18 and then what ever is left goes to her.”
“Ye-up, that about sums it up.” Mr. Johnson said with a smile feeling good he did not have to worry about he being taking care of her financially.
Doug looked over the paperwork for a few moments making sure he had everything. It all seemed in order except for one blank section on the forms. “The only thing I see that is an issue is you have no mailing address listed.”
Mr. Johnson let out a sigh as he rolled his eyes. “I only got into town earlier this week and I have not found a place. Everything is either taken or does not fit my needs. So I have been staying at a motel until I can find a place.” He pulled out the card for the local FBI Office and handed it over. “If you need to send anything to me it should just be sent there, it will get to me...eventually.”
Doug looked up with a light grimace at the though of living in a motel, a weekend is great, but not for an extended time. “Well this is a college town and nothing is really going to open up for another few months.”
Mr. Johnson just nodded. “That is what I have been told.”
Doug thought for a few moments. He let out a slight smile as he 'Channeled Paulie' as he called it. “Well if you want I could put you up for a few days or even possibly a week or more.”
Mr. Johnson contemplated and then nodded.” Sounds better than where I have been staying, I think you will have a guest for a short time.”
“So everything else looks to be in order, buy the way while not formal we probably have dinner for the rest of the household, feel free to bring something if you want, there will be seven of us.” Doug said. “You have any questions?”
“I have what might be an issue.” Mr. Johnson scratched the back of his neck with one hand. “Bureau policy requires me to keep a firearm with me, is that going to be a problem?”
Doug had to think about it. There had only been one gun in the house before and it had ended badly. He knew Carter Allen had a few hunting rifles. After some consideration he made a decision. “If there is some way you can secure it so no one can get to it then it is ok.”
Mr. Johnson nodded. “I think I can come up with something.”
After asking about there a local Office Supply store was Mr. Johnson stopped and picked up a fire proof strong box. He then popped across the street to a liquor store and looked around for something to bring to dinner. Seeing in most of the photos were adults he figured beer or wine would be good.
After picking up a six-pack of the local Sam Addams he asked the clerk about a good wine for a meal that he was not sure what it was. It took a little bit, but he picked up one moderately price white and one moderately priced red.
Getting back into his rental he spent a few moments reading over the directions and pulled out a map from the glove compartment to plan his route before calling Feebi.
“Papa!” said the little girl on the other end. “When are you getting home?”
“Hopefully soon, still trying to find us a nice home up here honey.” said Mr. Johnson as he looked at the map that was covered in little red X’s.
“Ok...” Feebi said sadly.
Mr. Johnson thought for a moment. “Let me speak with Uncle Jessie real quick.”
“Ok Papa.” said the disappointed Feebi.
“So how is the house hunting going.” asked Uncle Jessie.
“It sucks.” holding up his phone and taking a picture with a silly expression. “My location is changing for a few days rather than that Motel 6 the Bureau set me up with. The address is 6 Kinsey Circle, a little place on the edge of town.”
“That sounds...what is it?” Uncle Jessie asked not sure about the address.
“Well...the home of my new Accountant.” Mr. Johnson said as he pressed send. “He offered to set me up for a few night and I get to have dinner with his family, no take out for me tonight.” He could almost hear the shaking head of the Border Collie. “Hand Feebi the phone after accepting the picture.”
“Ok...” Uncle Jessie tapped the phone and raised an eyebrow as he handed it over to the down feeling Feebi before hearing a giggle.
“You are silly Papa.” said Feebi.
“Hey it made you happier, that is part of my job.” said Mr. Johnson with a smile. “Now honey be good for Uncle Jessie.”
“Yes Papa, I love you.” Feebi said kissing the phone.
“Love you too honey, call you before I go to bed.” Mr. Johnson said with a smile before Uncle Jessie took the phone back.
“Ok, Bye Bye, I love you!” Uncle Jessie said in a little girls voice before hanging up.
There was a few things that went over in his mind about Mr. Pope. One his office seemed well lived in, at least a decade or more. The pictures told him he had a diverse circle of friends and most of them seemed to be living at his house from the number of pictures and the number expected for dinner. The one teenager with the charming looking girl he figured was his son. That was the one thing he did not see any pictures of women other than the one from the prom photo.
Mr. Johnson smirked to himself as he drove to #6 Kinsey Circle, what was the odds of him finding a place where him being gay was not going to be an issue. One could hope, but if not he planned on not bringing it up. After all he was only going to to be there a few nights. It was not like this was going to be life changing or anything.
Pulling up Mr. Johnson parked in the street and sat there for a few moments looking at the neighborhood. It seemed to be a nice quiet one, almost like you would see in a TV sitcom. Down the street was an elderly squirrel who was watching what he assumed was her grandson and two young foxes playing in the yard.
In the driveway sat a bark blue 2004 BMW 3 series, the type an accountant would drive. From the stains or lack of stains on the driveway that seemed to be the only vehicle at this residence. However there was a bus stop at the corner so he figured most of them just used public transportation.
Just before getting out the way Mr. Johnson put his service weapon a SIG 226 in the strong box along with his K-Bar Marine Knife and picked it up along with his bag of drinks for tonight and headed to the front door.
Up close the place looked old, bet well kept up. There was even freshly planted garden on the other side of the shrub lined walkway. A smile came over his face as it reminded him of the house he grow up in Seattle, except this one was three stories tall with a half basement.
The doorbell rang at the 'front door'. After a few moments the front door opened. “Yeeeees!” Answered the smiling Taye who was in blue jeans and a white t-shirt, his eyes a little droopy from lack of sleep. He looked over Mr. Johnson who was still in his dark blue suit with the lavender shirt, had on his mirrored sunglasses. Under his left arm was strong box and in the right a large bag. Taye then stood up and looked back. “Teddy Bear have you been hacking the Pentagon in your spare time again?”
“No...why?” said Marty from deeper within the apartment.
Mr. Johnson's just raised an eyebrow.
“Well the Feds are here.” said Taye looking Mr. Johnson over with a discerning eye. “Either that or the Fashion Police have finally caught up with Ken.”
Mr. Johnson just raised the other eyebrow. “I am here to have dinner with Mr. Pope…?” Mr. Johnson pulled out his iphone. “This is 6 Kinsey Circle right?”
“Yes it is, well 6 Kinsey Circle Apartment A.” said Taye as Marty walked up. “You want 6 Kinsey Circle Apartment C.”
Marty looked over Mr. Johnson for a second. “Nice shirt, I take it you are Mr. Johnson?”
Taye let out a giggle in his sleep deprived state. “You said Johnson.”
Marty playfully hit Taye with the wooden spoon he had in one hand. “Would you quit being silly.”
“He said wood.” Taye said to Mr. Johnson before straitened up and put on a little bit more serious face, though not much of one. “I do agree I do like your shirt it goes with your...eyes” Taye then started to straiten his hair in the mirrored shades.
Mr. Johnson smirked and pulled off his glasses showing one was blue and the other was gray. “Witch one do you think the shirt really goes with?”
Taye looked back at Marty and in his best 'Bugs Bunny'. “I like him, he's funny.”
Marty rolled his eyes. “The line is I like him he is silly.”
“But I don’t know if he is silly yet, but he is funny.” said Taye with a big smile and then looked back at Mr. Johnson. “So you are here for dinner Mr. Johnson?”
“Yes that is right and feel free to call me PJ.” Mr. Johnson said.
“So what is your first name?” Taye asked.
“Phillip.” PJ said with a smile.
“Phillip Johnson, that's not that funny of a name.” Taye said have feeling the joking was over.
“You want a silly name try my father, Richard.” PJ grinned as he spoke.
“Richard Johnson, Dick Johnson...” Taye just looked at PJ. “So your father name is...Dick Dick...” Taye just burst out in laughter.
“Hey my mother is Mary Johnson.” PJ said with a strait face.
Taye looked up at PJ. “So your dad is Dick Dick and your mom is Mary J.” and then hit the floor in a mixture of laughter and giggling.
“Now that he is taken care of for a few moments” PJ said with a smile as he looked down at the giggling kangaroo. “Yes I am here to have dinner with Mr. Pope and family.”
Marty just looked at PJ. “You are good, and yes we will be joining you, Doug wanted the whole family here tonight. Oh by the way I am Marty and that is Taye.”
“Well nice to meet you Marty.” PJ said looking down at the still giggling Taye. “I take it that is sort normal for him?”
“As normal as he can be right now.” said Marty as he also looked down at Taye. “He worked a double last night and then today and we did not much sleep last night so he is a little sleep deprived.”
“I can also assume that Mr. Pope lives on the top floor.” PJ said looking up.
Marty nodded. “Taye and me live here, Jason, Doug’s son lives on the second and Doug lives in what was the attic long ago.” As Marty spoke Ken and Micheal got back and approached the front door. “and here we have mister timing Ken and Micheal who lurk in the basement.”
Ken looked at Taye then Marty and then looked over at PJ. “So what happened to laughing boy and who is the hunk in a suit?” said Ken giving PJ a once over only to have Micheal poke him.
“Well I did that to Taye and the name is Phillip Johnson, please just call me PJ.” said PJ holding out a hand.
Ken took PJ's hand and give it a good squeeze as PJ squeezed back. “I well I like you already.” looking down on the recovering Taye.
“Ken are you heading up now or later?” asked Marty.
“Later me and Micheal are going go...work out.” said Ken with a smirk.
“Yes a work out.” said Micheal with a smirk himself as he pulled Ken to the stairs heading down.
Taye finally got up tears in his eyes. “I got it Teddy Bear you look in on the veggies.” Then looked over at PJ. “Walk this way.” Taye then headed for the stairs walking like Igor. PJ just once more raised an eyebrow and followed to the stairs and up them. As they passed the second floor Taye pointed out Jason’s apartment.
PJ had to stop for a moment as he sniffed the cooking pasta closing his eyes. “That smells so good.”
Taye looked back with a smirk. “Well it should, he is the third best cook in the house, Marty being number one in my humble opinion.”
PJ had to let out a smirk at that. he could already see Taye loved being the center of attention. “Do tell, if Jason is the third best, I am going love spending a few days here.”
Taye let out a snicker, “Wait till you try the brownies, they are to die for and a favorite of the whole house if not this part of the city.”
“Do tell” said PJ as he continued to follow up the stairs.
When PJ got upstairs he handed of the strong box over to Doug as he locked it in Paulie's old writing desk. Looking and seeing an open space on the counter before gesturing to the coat rack and Doug just nodded to his guest. Putting his jacket on the coat rack he pulled off his clip on tie and rolling it up and putting it in one of the jacket pocket just as Taye looked on and Marty came in with their part of dinner.
Dinner was a simple spaghetti with meatballs on the side, garlic bread that Jason boasted that he learned how to make it from Arthur. Marty added a mixed vegetables in a mushroom sauce. Doug had chosen Cabernet Sauvignon that PJ had brought.
“So why did you pick the Cabernet Sauvignon?” Doug asked as he looked at the other bottle of wine, a nice Chardonnay.
PJ just shrugged. “I am not a wine guy so I let the guy at the store help me, always let the expert do their job.”
Doug just nodded as he put the other bottle off to one side. “A good way to do things...and the ale.”
PJ shrugged again. “Well it is a Boston lager and I figured when in Rome.”
Jason and Becky just walked in at the last part. Becky looked at PJ with cocked head. “What about Rome?”
PJ looked over at the two. “You must be Jason and Becky...a little older that the picture I saw.”
Jason looked at PJ for a moment. “You must be Mr. Johnson?”
PJ just nodded. “Yes, but call me PJ, everyone really does and about Rome, I was just saying that I tend to try what is local like when I was in Afghanistan, for the experience if nothing else.”
Everyone there nodded as the table was set. Doug had PJ sit next to the head of the table as he took what was normally Paulie's seat. The whole time Taye just watched PJ like he was trying to figure something out.
After more formal introductions the meal was started. PJ was happy to see it was not to formal, but there was a set of formality to it. Each one dished up a plate from what was in front of them and passed it to the right before doing the same for the plate that came next. The smile on his face got bigger as he watched the plates move around the table.
PJ took his first bite of the pasta and closed his eyes and seemed to be in deep transcendent thought.
“Is everything ok?” asked Jason worried that something was wrong with his dish.
After taking his time to finish his mouthful. “No! Everything is great, I almost forgot what real food tasted like, this is probably just my taste buds rejoicing, but that is best thing I have eaten in the longest time.”
Doug, Jason and Marty looked at PJ wanting to know more.
“Sorry, but for the last...10 plus years I have lived off of nothing but Coast Guard, Air Force food and take out Taiwanese.” said PJ
Marty playfully kicked Taye under the table “Then you should go to Holland.”
“You have to admit it was good though Teddy Bear.” and then gave Marty a peck one the cheek. Everyone then froze for a moment and looked at PJ. No one had said anything about the fact that everyone (but Jason) in the house was gay.
PJ looked up with a mouthful of spaghetti noodles and sucked them in. “What?”
Doug took a deep breath. “Well I should have told you that we are all gay here.”
“Speak for yourself.” Jason spoke up.
“He sure is not” added Becky.
“Well everyone here but my son.” Doug stuck his tongue out at Jason. “I hope this is not a problem?”
PJ let out a smirk “Well I kind of figured that out. All of the pictures in your office, the way Ken looked at me, Taye and Marty playing footsie under the table. Jason was the only one I was not sure about, but that picture with him at the prom on your desk with such a lovely looking young lady told me he was not.”
“So you are ok with it?” Asked Marty.
“Yes, I had a boyfriend once myself a while ago, but lets leave it at that.” there was a sudden melancholy to his look.
“What about your daughter?” Doug asked not wanting to pry, but now out of curiosity and to change the subject.
“Well she is adopted.” This seemed to perk him up. “Her father served with me when I was in Afghanistan a few years back, but her parents were killed in a house fire and she was left in my custody. Right now she is back in Jersey with her Uncle Jessie until I find a place here.” said PJ
“OK! What's with the Clip On!” Taye finally burst out. “You are dressing so nice and then a-a-a Clip On!”
“Practicality...I think it would be best if I show you.” PJ looked over at table and saw Doug, who was sitting next to him still had his tie on form work. “Do you mind Doug?” gesturing at his tie.
“Go ahead?” Doug questionably agreed.
PJ reached over and took the tie in his hand and felt in between his fingers before grabbing it and pulling Doug up close to him. “Now with a clip on it would just come off.” Letting Doug loose and brushing out any wrinkles he had caused before settling down. “I have gotten into a few scrapes on the job and a tie is a liability then.”
“I need to get you more ties” Micheal said to Ken who looked back with at Micheal with a 'Who Me?' expression.
“Sorry for the display, I did some instructing on close quarters fighting when I was in New York, some habits die hard.” PJ apologized
“So what did you do in Afghanistan?” asked Jason.
“Air Sea Rescue, sort of like Helicopter riding Paramedics. If you have ever watched M.A.S.H., we are the guys in the choppers who take the wounded to the hospital.” PJ said between bites. “Were were called Para-Jumpers or PJ’s. Well when your name is Phillip Johnson you end up with the name PJ.”
“Wow, you seem much action?” Jason asked having never really met anyone who had been there.
“To Much, part of the reason I am now with the FBI.” PJ replied.
“What happened?” asked Marty.
“I got shot up bad and lost my Flight Certificate so I could not fly combat missions. By the time I recovered I was already out of the service and at the FBI training grounds. I sucks because I really miss doing that kind of thing.” said PJ
“You miss the action?” Ken asked.
“I...well...it was not the action, it was my buddies, those are what I miss. They were my brothers, not just the other Para-Jumpers, but all of them including the ANA...the Afghan National Army. We also saved the lives of the civilians and even the bad guys from time to time. We did some crazy things over there to save lives, but we lived by a motto...'So Others May Live' and some of us died by that motto.” Everyone could see his eyes tear up a little, but at the same time the was a pride deep within him.
“So you were heroes of sort?” asked Jason.
“Some say we are, but this might seem like something you see in movies, but we were just doing our job and the real heroes...came back draped in flags...” He looked strait forward for a moment not focusing on anything. “I need a drink.”
“Are you ok?” asked Doug as Ken got PJ one of the Sam Addams.
“Well, yes and no.” PJ quietly said “I do suffer from a light form PTSD, but nothing to bad. I am not going to freak out and hurt anyone, I just get a little distant from time to time.”
“So you got any good stories you could tell us?” asked Taye.
PJ thought for a moment. “Well I got one that was told to me by my younger brother Steve while he was in Iraq as a Marine. You see when they would go on patrol him and his buddies would fill their pockets with things to hand out to the local children. Things like candy, toys, stuffed animals, you know anything they could stick in a pouch or pocket. He wrote that this small girl was given this bright blue stuffed pony.”
“Well about a week later his patrol was heading down the same street and they came to a stop.” PJ Continued “Now you never stop in the middle of the street it is just asking to ambushed, but the lead truck came to a stop. The chatter over the radio was telling everyone else that there was a little girl sitting in the middle of the road and refused to move.”
“Well Steve asked for a better description. The lead radio guy said it was a little girl with a blue horse plush. And do you know what my stupid baby brother did. He did the second thing you never do, he got out of his truck and went up to her to pull her out of the street. When he got there he found she was sitting in front of a mine.” PJ stopped again, but this time with a teary smile. “She was sitting in front of the mine so the soldier who gave her the pony would not run over it.”
“Wow.” was all Jason could let out.
“I do have a lot of those, but they take a lot out of me emotionally.” PJ said taking a deep breath.
“Your brother sounded brave.” said Marty.
“You could say that.” PJ said slowly. “Steve did a lot of things that were both stupid and brave at the same time, but he was always like that even when we were growing up. As we put it to each other...Of course this is brave, bold, daring and of course incredibly stupid. Not that it ever stopped us from doing them.”
“Like what?” asked Ken
PJ let out a chuckle. “Well there was the summer before I graduated that he talked a bunch of us to head up Mt. Rainier to track down Bigfoot. Now that was a trip. We did not find Bigfoot, but we got on the news as we got caught in a freak summer snow storm and had to be air lifted out.” PJ mused. “I think that is where my fascination with helicopter rescue started.”
Doug could see that PJ was working on keeping it together and decided it was time to end the Q&A. “Well I know we all want to hear more, but we should clean up the table and I know some folks have some homework to do.”
“Ok” said Jason.
“And you still need to get Becky home, it is a week night.” Doug said with a grin.
Once everything was cleaned up Doug showed PJ where the couch was. It was already made up to sleep on, but PJ saw the big chair and looked at Doug. “Do you mind, and this is a nice place.”
Doug paused for a moment. “No go ahead it is real comfortable, we used to sit in all of the time.”
PJ looked at the portrait on the wall. “So he was your...”
Doug looked at the portrait that Arthur had done of the two of them. “My husband in all, but the legality. He past away only months before it became legal here.”
PJ looked at the bookshelf and just nodded. “And yourself...”
Doug noticed where he was looking. “No I did not get it.”
“Sorry for your loss.”PJ just nodded and quietly spoke. I am probably just pass out in this chair. There was never level ground in Afghanistan and all the time just sitting in the chopper I got used to sleeping while sitting up. Sometimes it is the only way I can sleep in a new place.”
“Suit yourself.” Doug said “Let me know if you need anything else.” As he went to write in the journal as he looked at PJ half lay down in the chair. There was something about him that seemed different. For one he seemed to have secrets, but did not hide things. If he was asked a question he just told you what he thought, it was kind of refreshing.
Dear Jason,
Dinner was not what I expected with our guest. I expect we will be seeing a lot of him in the future, well at least for the couple of weeks or so. In an odd way I hope longer.
There was something about being close to him. I know Paulie would have taken him in a heartbeat as he does seem a little lost.
I think something happened to his brother, Steve, but I am not going to push it. He figured out part of what happened to Paulie and I think something similar happen to him.
Taye seems to be taken with him and it looked like he want to ask a million questions, not the same as you did, but Taye would have been to know his 'character' more, you know how actors can be. Marty seems to be unsure of him on an empathic level, but I think they will probably get along fine.
Ken seems to like him if only to look at his body. Micheal might have a problem, but that is because of the distraction his is causing.
Now Arthur and John I don’t know about. I am sure Arthur will make friends with him quickly, but will be leery about him being the FBI with Arthur and John's recreational choice for smoking. John might also have problems with him being a cog in the establishment.
Right now PJ is sound asleep in the large comfy chair that Paulie and I like to curl up on even though the your old couch was set up to sleep on. Something about getting in the habit of sleeping while sitting up from his time in Afghanistan.
I am not sure what will happen next, but I told him he could stay as long as he needed...it is nice to not be all alone up here. I know Paulie would have taken him in. In a way there are a lot alike. They are both selfless individuals who care for all those around them. I am not sure how I feel about the guns in the house, but he seemed to sense that and assured me he would always keep them locked up.
I know you like him even if it was because of how he loved your cooking.
Love, Dad.

Later back with Taye and Marty.
“So Taye why were you so quiet” Marty asked as he undressed.
“I don’t completely know. He was like a character study in contradiction. He seemed to be in complete control of himself, yet there were parts of him that he had no control over. And when he grabbed Doug and pulled him close...well I think something happened, but I am not completely sure yet.” Taye said as he tossed his underwear at the hamper.
Marty raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“I am not sure, but I think he likes PJ.” Taye wistfully spoke
“Well that would be different.” Marty replied with a big smile and a light giggle. “They would make a cute couple.”



Chapter Two: Dancing in Paradise [Spring 2008]
Music: "Kokomo" (Beach Boys)
Dear Jason,
Ken is up to something with PJ. I don’t know what, but I hope he has thought it all of the way through. Today he is taking PJ down to the gym to see how he likes it and introduce him to Gus and Dave.
Taye though is trying to talk PJ into heading out to the Paradise this weekend. Though Taye's motives are much more transparent. He likes to hang around PJ and he really wants PJ and Marty to become friends.
PJ met Ms. Nussbaum yesterday when she brought him over one of her famous welcomes, a new pineapple upside down cake she had been working on. PJ could not thank her enough and the two have really hit it off and when he found we trade recipes he got this grin and told her if she could give him a good one he could get her a baklava one that she would love.
As for you, I still like your choices for your B.U. classes. I have not heard anything about their culinary school yet, but it is probably good.
I also think it is great that you and Becky are planning on taking a lot of the same classes together.
Love, Dad
PJ was happy to head to the gym with Ken. It had been a while since he had been to a real one and the Bureau was not that great in his opinion. When he stepped out of the locker room Ken had to stop for a moment. PJ was in a set of tight shorts and his FBI workout shirt. He headed over to Ken to make introductions. Standing there with Ken was a very large female wolf and a small bat with glasses.
“Hey everyone this if Special Agent Phillip Johnson, but just call him PJ.” Ken said. “This is Gus and the little guy is Dave.”
“Hey who are you calling little guy?” Dave said to Ken.
“You, you little shrimp.” said Gus as she looked down at him.
“Nice one coming from way up there.” Dave came back.
“I take it this is normal?” said PJ quietly looking at Ken.
“No, they have not even started yet.” Ken said leaning over and speaking into PJ ear quietly.
PJ nodded “Well it is nice to meet both of you.” holding out his hand.
“Nice to get some new blood in here.” Gus said taking PJ hand ans giving a good squeeze and then smiled big as he squeezed back just as hard. “And you have some meat on you to, not like these skinny guys.”
“Hey!” both Ken and Dave said.
“So what I your pain of choice?” asked Gus.
“Running, swimming, some weight training and what is being called Mixed Martial Arts now.” replied PJ.
“Nice what kind of MMA do you use, me and Ken are into boxing?” Gus asked PJ as she punched at Ken, but trying not to hit him.
“Krav Maga” PJ said with a grin.”
“Wow, that Israeli commando style?” said Dave “I never meet anyone who used it.”
PJ looked down at Dave still grinning. “Well I picked it up from some Special Forces guys overseas and I found it really fit me and when you are in the field that is more important than the training sometime.”
“Ken told us you were some sort flying medic in the war.” Gus said with a raised eyebrow.
“I was Air Sea Rescue with the Air Force.” PJ said.
“Wow you were a Para-Jumper, you guys are crazy.” Dave said
“How do you know about them?” Gus asked Dave.
“I read about them in a book,” said Dave “You should try reading a book rather than eating them sometime.”
Gus came back “I am usually to busy eating your ex-girlfriend to read books.”
PJ just stood there looking at the two of them with a raised eyebrow. “Sort of like watching an old married couple.”
Ken nodded. “Except only one of them is having sex.”
Gus looked at PJ “So lets see what you got fly-boy, we only have boxing gloves though.”
“I can work with that.” said the grinning PJ. “I will see about getting some MMA gloves for next time.”
“So there is going to be a next time?” asked Ken
“Sure, I love this place already, it is like being in Afghanistan, but with out all of the political correctness.” PJ said as he grabbed a pair of gloves and hopping in the ring. “and the women are much more approachable and a lot better looking.”
Gus hopped in the ring. “So bring it on Mr. FBI”
As PJ and Gus stepped into the ring Gus had to ask. “So you ever box before?”
PJ nodded as he stated to move his feet around getting used to his boxing stance once more. “Yes we all did after James, one of my brothers got into a fight at school. Dad thought it was time we all learned to defend ourselves. Us boys got signed up at the Y for boxing and the girls Judo. My dad was sort of old fashion that way.”
Gus nodded as she just started to throw light punches looking to see what kind of a boxer he was. “So how bad was it?”
After thinking for a moment he tossed a few punches back. “To be honest I think I had a great childhood. There was seven of us, but we all turned out good and basically well adjusted.”
Dave who was looking on with Ken let out whistle. “Seven kids, wow.”
PJ thew a good punch that made contact to stomach only to be countered by Gus and a shot to the side of the head. “Catholic.” was blurted out as the speed and power picked up. For the most part Gus was better at boxing than PJ, but he was good at avoiding blows. A lot of the punches were pushed to the side by him.
After a few minuets Ken rang the bell. “Ok my turn, I think I got this guy figured out.”
The two backed off. Gus climbed out of the ring as Ken climbed in punching his gloves together and dancing around. PJ looked at him and just smirked.
Dave rang the bell and the two started to feel each other out and circling. Ken had a smug and determined look on his face as PJ just smirked countering every move. Once the blows started though Ken went smug and determined to just determined.
Ken was getting a little frustrated. He knew he was a better boxer, but he could not land a solid blow. As the two circled and took swings at each other Dave looked at Gus. “Ken does not get it yet, Krav Maga is known for its efficiency and counter attacks. Most of the time one is attacking and fending at the same time. I watched some videos on it and...well wow.”
Gus watched and nodded. “What I can see is PJ is holding back, keeping himself to what boxing is. I think he is more experienced at real world fighting to. Didn’t Ken say something about him serving in Afghanistan?”
Dave nodded. “Yes something like that and ouch.”
Without thinking PJ reacted and Ken found himself on the mat with one arm behind his back and PJ’s food on his neck before he backed off. “Sorry about that...reflexes.”
Ken sat up and looked at PJ for a moment. “It is all good, I was just seeing what you are made of and...as Dave keeps saying Wow! That was kind of cool.”
A smile showed on PJ’s face as he helped Ken up. “That is nice to hear, I was afraid I hurt you or something.”
Ken shook his head no. “If I did I might have deserved it, I thought I had you figured out though.”
“Well Krav Maga is all about adaptation.” PJ said with a smirk looking down and Dave. “Next.”
PJ was glad there was a pool. Getting in to it with Ken and Gus, Dave had cats to feed, he pulled off his shirt and dove in. Both Ken and Gus looked at each other on seeing a number of scars on his lowed back and down below his waist band. Most seemed to be surgery scars, but there was a number that were random and irregular shaped.
As he made his second lap still under the water Ken looked at Gus. “He said he had been shot up a little, but I had no idea.”
Gus nodded back. “It does not to seem to bother him though, I like him, he is tough.”
Ken nodded as PJ came up for air and just laid there floating on the water looking up only moving by using his hands. “He is full of surprises...remember the last time you called someone tough...Marty.”
Gus nodded with a smirk. “Yes, I like him too. Though there is something about him. Are you sure he is gay?”
“Well he says he is.” Ken said as he watched PJ continue to move in small slow circles. “He does break the stereotype.”
Gus looked at Ken. “In what way do you say that?”
“Well first, he know nothing about wine, I don’t think he can carry a tune and he can not coordinate a wardrobe, he wore lime green shirt with paisley Tie.” Ken said with a snicker.
“I heard that!” Said PJ from the pool.
PJ was not sure about the Paradise when they pulled up in PJ's rental and he looked at the long line.
“Are you sure we can get inside?” PJ asked.
“Yes” said Marty from the passenger seat “Taye knows people.”
“Yes I know people” said Taye hopping out of the back seat along with Ken and Micheal.
When they got to the front door Taye gave Marc a fist-bump and pointed at PJ. “This guy is cool, he is with us.”
Marc looked over PJ, he was in a pair of tan cargo shorts and a teal muscle shirt that was a little tight that Taye had picked out for him at the thrift-store. Marc raised an eyebrow that told PJ that he recognized the bulge in one of PJ's cargo pockets. PJ pulled out his ID and showed it to Marc who raised an eyebrow.
“Are you sure he is cool.” Marc asked Taye.
“Doug is cool with him.” said Taye with a wink.
“Well then go and check with Joe once you get in.” said Marc as he waved them in.
“See he knows people.” said Ken.
Once inside Ken pointed out Joe and PJ went over and talked to him.
“Greetings” said PJ.
Joe who had watched the five come in looked over and them back at PJ. “So you are with them...why did you come over to talk to me?”
“Mark told me to...I am an FBI agent and I am required to carry my service weapon with me at all times.” said PJ rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.
“Well that is good to know.” Joe said back looking him over and then offering a hand. “any friend of them is a friend of mine...”
PJ returned the shake with a more relaxed mood. “The name is Phillip, but everyone just calls me PJ.”
Joe just nodded. “Well it is nice to know a cop is here, though I do not know how I feel about the gun.”
“Well when I lived in New Jersey it was over a night club and basically they came up with the simple policy of if I was going to have anything but coffee the weapon went into a safe place. Usually in a lock box under the bar.” PJ said looking over the place.
Joe thought about it for a moment. “Well I don’t have a lock box, but I do have a wall safe in my office.”
PJ nodded. “That works for me...and I think my gun goes in it tonight as I need some stress relief.”
Joe nodded and showed him into the office and where the safe was. PJ took the moment to remove the weapon and made sure it was clear before placing it in the safe along with the spare magazines.
When he got out PJ joined the rest at one of the table and hopping up on a bar-stool.
“So how did it go?” Ken asked looking over at Joe.
“Real good, I told him about the Bureau policy and he is good with it and he likes the idea of having a zero response time for law enforcement.” said PJ with a smile.
“So what was with the office?” asked Ken
“Simple if I plan on drinking the gun goes in his safe.” PJ said still smiling. “First round is on me.”
PJ sat worked on his first beer enjoying watching everyone have a good time. The four were on the dance floor enjoying themselves. This made him feel good on the inside. He did miss dancing, not that he was any good at it, but most places seemed not to care one way or another. After a few songs Taye and Marty came back and sat down.
“So you going to get out there?” Taye asked. “The DJ tonight has a good selection.
“As soon as I finish this.” PJ said finishing off his second bottle of beer. “Now all I need is a dance partner.”
“Well I think the universe provides” said Taye as he spotted Jesús and gave him a wave. “You are going to love Jesús!”
“Taye Querido!” said Jesús “and I see you still have Marty you selfish little bitch.” giving both of them a hug and then looking at PJ “Are you starting a collection Chica, who is this hunk of meat!”
“This is PJ and he needs a dance partner.” said Taye with a snicker. “He is new in town and from what I see he should soon be a regular here.”
“PJ! What does that stand for Pretty Jot!” Jesús said with a giant smile. Jesús had come in a red Spanish strapless style dress with ruffles and everything. “Because you sure iz.”
PJ looked at Jesús for a moment before shrugging. “Why not, I am here to just have a good time.” He looked at Jesús. “And he is a better dresser than my first prom date, though I should warn you, I cant dance”
Jesús took PJ by the hand and pulled out onto the dance floor as the DJ saw Jesús and throw on a Salsa number “Now you come with me and I will show you how to really dance.”
PJ looked at Taye and Marty as he was dragged off. “Get me another beer I think I am going to need it when I get back and if I don’t make it back avenge my death.” His face already filled with a beer happy grin.
Marty looked at PJ and then at the two empty bottles. “He was not kidding about him being a light weight drinker, do really think he should have more?”
Taye looked back at Marty. “He should be fine he is with Jesús, what could happen to him?”
They then looked at each other then at PJ who was starting to dance with Jesús with a stupid grin.
“So who is going to drive us home?” asked Taye looking at the two dance.
“Well if I stop drinking now I guess I can.” said Marty running his hand on the back of his neck.
“Thanks for volunteering Teddy Bear.” Taye said as he gave Marty a kiss and waving down a waiter ordering a pair of beers and a soda not sure what Ken and Micheal wanted order two more beers.
After a few dances PJ came back to the table and hopped back up on his bar-stool. “That was fun.” as PJ grabbed his new bottle and drank down a good amount of it. “I have not dance that hard in a long time...”
Jesús joined them standing behind PJ and putting his hand around him running his hands down PJ’s stomach. “Have you Chicas felt his tight little belly it is so jot.” running his hand up and down PJ's stomach causing PJ's silly grin to get bigger.
Ken looked over at Taye as him and Micheal just got to the table and looking at all of the bottles. “So how many has he had?”
“That is his third.” said Marty.
“Well he is at least a happy drunk.” said Micheal shaking his head and claiming his bottle.
Ken just nodded taking a sip from his. “That is a good thing, I have now a few unhappy ones, it is always better to have happy ones.”
“So should we save him?” asked Marty as Jesús hand kept sliding farther down.
“Why he seems to like it and you have the car keys, right?” said Taye.
“No they are still in his pocket.” said Marty said with a raised eyebrow.
“Well I hope that is what Jesús just found in his pocket.” said Ken watching Jesús get real friendly with PJ and raising an eyebrow.
The clock showed 12:22 am as Marty and Taye tried to be quiet as PJ was helped to the couch. I might not have been to bad, but the two kept giggling about the whole night. Doug who figured it was going to be a late night got up and looked at the two of them as PJ laid face first on the couch already asleep.
“So I take he had a good time?” Doug asked not sure about the whole thing.
Taye jumped not noticing Doug being a little drunk himself as Marty looked at Doug and nodded. “Yes, to much fun if you ask me. He only had about 6 beers before he was wasted.”
Doug raised an eyebrow and then thought about how some people are when they drink. “Well how was he when he was drunk.”
Marty just smirked. “Happy and gregarious for the most part, he wanted to make sure everyone had a good time...and I only had one beer at the start of the night and volunteered to be the designated driver.”
“Yes you did.” said Taye giving Marty a kiss one the cheek and then a smirk. “You want to see a trick?”
Marty gave Taye a hard look as Doug just looked at him for a moment. “Sure?”
Taye rolled PJ on his side and started rub his belly. It was not long before one of his legs started to kick lightly.
Doug looked at Taye raising an eyebrow. “And how did you find that out?”
Taye giggle as he rolled PJ back over. “That was not mine, the was Jesús’s. That is who he spent most of the night dancing with.”
Doug blinked a few time. “That must have been fun to watch.”
Marty just smiled. “It was.”
Dear Jason,
Well PJ had a good time last night or at least that is my guess as it was Taye and Marty that brought him up a little after midnight. PJ basically was plopped face first on the couch as they tried to sneak back down to their place giggling the whole time.
From what I have been able to put together from my few of my conversations is the following.
Ken wanted to see what PJ was like drunk and that is why he wanted to take him to the Paradise. That and see him dancing in a hot outfit.
Taye and Marty wanted to see how good PJ could dance and just show him a good time.
At one point they introduced him to Jesús.
What else I found out, it takes only a few beers to get him drunk and a 6-pack gets his silly drunk. Once he is drunk all of his walls come down, but he is a happy drunk. You want to get him really happy, rub his belly, apparently the was a Jesús discovery.
I found out he is still a partial morning person after drinking all night. He was up at 5am as normal for his run, but when he got back he went back to bed and buried his head under the pillow.
Love, Dad
PJ sat on the edge of the couch holding his head as Ken came up to see why he had not come down for their morning jog. Ken was finding it to be quiet enjoyable to get up every morning and work out with someone.
“Good morning sunshine.” Ken said and then seeing hang over added a little louder. “And Isn’t It A Lovely Morning?”
Looking over at Ken PJ raised an eyebrow. “Up Yours Ken!” To only hold his head as Doug, Marty and Taye busted out in laughter as they were up there for breakfast.
“That was not how the scene went.” Said Taye. “But at least this one is more politically correct.”
Ken joined into the laughter. “I did not meant to do that, but it still funny.”
PJ looked at all of them as he got up, grabbed a bottle of aspirin from his crash kit and headed over to the sink filling a glass with water and just upped the aspirin bottle taking about a half dozen before drinking the glass of water.
The door opened and in came Jason. “What is so funny.”
Taye pointed at PJ who was now glaring at the rest of them. “Mister this is why you should not drink PSA.”
Jason looked at PJ and made a cross with his fingers towards PJ. “That is not pretty.” There was another roar of laughing from most of them.
“Funny.” said PJ as he was on his second glass of water. “I am happy that I am amusing you all this morning.”
Feebi came out of her room to see what was going on after getting dressed and hopped up on her chair at the table. “So what is so funny and where are the pancakes?”
PJ held his head as the room busted out in laughter once more.
Chapter Three: Little Storms [Spring 2008]
Music:
Dear Jason,
Today is the big day. PJ and Feebi are showing up today. I found this week with him gone to be a lonely one with you and Becky busy studding for finals. At least everyone should be here.
Ken and PJ have hit it off at some competitive level. Ken has started to jog with PJ in the morning. Ken told me that he jogs about 2 miles every morning and while not as fast as him, he seems to be less winded when they are done. He also takes PJ to the gym and from what I understand he and Gus are new friends and started to show Dave and some others some self defense moves. He also spends a lot of time in the gym's pool. Ken says while he is not as fast as you, he can swim forever.
The same goes for Micheal. PJ likes him as a good counter to Ken, something we all have seen.
Taye seems to be trying to get PJ to open up to him. He seems to want to know what makes him tick, as do I for that fact. Though PJ still seems reluctant to talk about himself in more than generalizations. I think Taye thinks he can get some sort of incite for an upcoming role or something.
As far as Marty, PJ loves his cooking and his openness. I have seen PJ come up after spending some time with him feeling emotionally recharged. Though Marty ends up looking for Taye to cuddle up with after.
He has also told me that he hopes to be as good as dad to Feebi as I have been to you and that makes me feel good. He also told me that he wished he had a girl like Becky when he was growing up. Though he said it would have changed everything about his life and now is sort of glad he did not have such a relationship.
Love, Dad
It was afternoon when the orange Dodge Magnum station wagon pulled up and PJ climbed out, for once he was not in a suit, but a set of loose pants and a polo shirt, this one was violet. Everyone was working in the yard and watched him as he got out and then got the little fox girl in overalls and a pink shirt out of her car seat and carried her over to meet everyone who was in the yard. She hung onto him with a very worn stuffed bunny in one hand, its ear in her mouth.
“She is so cute!” let out Taye both hands on the side of his face.
Stepping up into the driveway. “Say hello to everyone honey.” PJ said.
She waved and pulled her bunny close unsure what to make of the small crowd gathering, Taye being the first to get there as he kept looking back at Marty and then at Feebi.
“This is Taye he is going to be downstairs from us and Taye this is Feebi...and Mr. Floppy.” PJ said setting Feebi down. “He is a friend of your Papa, he is a lot like Amitorite, but funny.”
“Oh God! Teddy Bear you have got to see her, she is so adorably cute.” Standing up strait holding one hand up to the sky. “And I declare Pink is not Tacky on her.”
Feebi watched the fluffy skunk Marty approached her and connected Taye's nickname. She took off running up to him and put both arms around him in a big hug. “TEDDY!” Marty froze not sure what to do for a moment as everyone giggled and Taye fell to the ground twitching like he was dying saying something about 'Cuteness Overload'.
“That is Marty honey.” PJ said, but Feebi just kept calling him Teddy. “Sorry about that, she likes to give things and people nicknames sometimes and then sticking with them.”
Marty sort of just let out a shrug and picked her up, mostly to get her from hugging his leg to much.
Doug got there and was just snickering. “This is Doug, we will be staying in his place like Uncle Jessie was with us.”
“Uncle Dougy” Feebi let out.”
“No just Doug or Douglas.” Doug told her.
“Dougy” she replied.
“Well I guess Dougy it is.” Doug figured she would grow out of it someday.
Next up was Jason and Becky as PJ introduced them “This is Jason and Becky, he is Doug’s son and his girlfriend. Sometimes they will be watching you.”
Feebi looked and them for a moment and just waved at them with a big smile. “I like them Papa.” Feebi said
Jason smiled back. “Yes Taye was right she sure is cute.”
“She sure is.” said Becky as she walked up to Feebi who Marty was still holding. “She is just the cutest thing.”
Next was Ken and Micheal.
“This is Ken and Micheal, the live all the way at the bottom of the house.” said PJ.
“Ken and Micheal” Feebi said.
“What I don’t get a nickname?” said a disappointed Ken.
“I got a special one for you.” Micheal said and then whispered into Kens ear.
Ken's eyes got big. “Later...”
Taye after finally recovering from his cuteness induced stroke volunteered to watch Feebi while the rest help PJ unpack. Mostly this was to avoid carrying heavy things or work in the yard. So he kept Feebi entertained just by making funny faces causing her to giggle.
They had just finished the first load when Arthur and John showed up.
“We finally made it, the T was running late.” said Arthur “And this must be Feebi?” Arthur headed over to where Taye was entertaining her.
Taye looked up at Arthur. “This is Arthur.” Taye said introducing the two. “He is just a big old softy.”
“Yes I am.” said Arthur as he held out his huge hand to shake.
“Hello Mr. Arthur.” Feebi said as she put her little hand in his and shook it.
“Just call me Arthur.” chuckling as he spoke. “And Mr. Grumpy over there is John.”
John just waved as Feebi waived back “Hi Mr. Grumpy”
Arthur took over from Taye being comfortable with kids after all the times he got to play Santa. John on the other hand was not to sure what to do with her so he joined the unpacking crew.
It took a few trips to get everything out of the station wagon. It was on one of these trips Feebi got her bag because she wanted to color, her favorite thing to do. Moments later Arthur found himself laying on the grass with Feebi loosing an argument with a 4 year old as to what color the trees should be. To which John found particularly amusing.
Next to show up was Ms. Nussbaum. PJ had already made friends with her by giving her the baklava recipe he had gotten from another older lady in Afghanistan. PJ managed to get Feebi away from her coloring books to meet with her, saving Arthur from loosing another argument about what color clouds should be.
“Honey this is Ms. Nussbaum she will be looking for you most of the time while I am work.” said PJ watching Feebi and Arthur color with a smile.
“You are a darling.” said Ms. Nussbaum. “She reminds of my grand niece.”
“Hello Ms. Nussbaum.” Feebi said with a giggle.
“Tell you what, just call me Nanna.” Ms. Nussbaum said “That is what my grand children call me.”
“Nanna Nussbaum.” said Feebi.
Doug leaned over to Ms. Nussbaum. “I would take it Ms. N, I am Dougy and Marty is now Teddy.”
“Well that is the cutest thing, yes call me Nanny Nussbaum.” she said with a chuckle. “And these are for you.” Ms. Nussbaum gave her a box of fresh home m

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