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I'm never a person to wait long.
So, as I decided yesterday, I got myself a free homepage and played around with the html-editor just enough to get my story online.
Here.
I rated it NC-17. Just so you know a little what to expect.

And I have found another unfinished story on my computer that I had almost forgotten I started. Need to work on that.

That don't impress me much

Driving my brother to the station, I have made a disturbing discovery.
He knows the lyrics to That don't impress me much (Shania Twain) down to the last "Aha yeah" just as well as I do. And he knows the lyrics to Tom Jones' Sex Bomb.
Now is that something you'd expect in a boy (I can't get myself to calling my little brother a man) of almost twenty? No.