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The Way Things Work Outthis story is part of the FanClub (fm:other, 9212 words) [1/3] show all parts

Author: Graymouse Picture in profile
Added: Oct 20 2000Views / Reads: 2287 / 1553 [68%]Part vote: 10.00 (1 vote)
Chronicle of the various experiences of a young man and the women in his life. Currently involves exhibitionism, one-on-one, will eventually involve group, possibly some other stuff, finishing up with a romantic element. Hence, I stuck it in 'other.'
 


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(This is a long story as it is and it's only going to get longer. If you don't care about plot and characters, don't even waste your time. If you do, however, I think you might enjoy it. More will be forthcoming when I get the chance. Thanks.)

It's around eight-thirty or so when I come back from Dalton's funeral and head into Grimm Hall. It's been a long drive back to campus from Cambridge and I'm tired. That crazy local kid is there in the lobby, like he has been for the past twenty-four hours, but no one is taking much notice of him. He's chained to the railing by the vending machines with this look of perpetual, self-righteous indignation that makes you just want to kick him, especially because he's chained with that cheap plastic chain like you can buy at the garden stores for your landscaping. That stuff doesn't restrain anything. He yells something vaguely insulting after me when I pass by. Sometimes I just don't understand people.

The funeral had been really strange. I felt terribly out of place there, with Dalton's wife sniffling on the couch in her black dress and me in my crappy carpenter's jeans, but he was my boss for three years and I felt like I should be there. Heart attack at age thirty-five. I can't even believe it. I'm still reeling.

Back in my room, I kick a place on the bed clear of debris and sit down. My roommate looks to be gone for the night, but I don't really mind ...

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