*trying to avoid doing homework*

I am craving some really twisted, angsty, wrong-and-yet-so-oddly-right Brian/Stockwell. Clearly soundczech should psychically sense my need and write some. Why is this not working?!? *pouts*

Speaking of cravings, um, wrenlet? Will there *ever* be hot B/B/J threesome sex? I mean, I get the work thing, the kid thing, but really. Priorities.

Also, I seem to remember that Justin was on his way to prison, but that one tortures me so much that I'm sort of glad it's been neglected. My stomach still clenches up just thinking about it.

Joke (14/?)

To keep myself from getting bored with this fic and thus taking like two months between updates, I've decided to condense narrative bits and go straight to the hot sex parts. I don't anticipate that any of you will have a problem with that.

This part is for wrenlet: Happy Mother's Day to my virtual mother! Picture me as a little bird in your nest, with my tiny beak gaping open, begging for nice wormsB/B/J threesome fic. Pre-digested, even. Yum.

( Joke - Part 14 )