Hitchhiker (M/F, some F/F)

[Beaumains]

Jack is still Jack. He got lucky this time. I honestly can't believe that he tries to move the line and cross it. These risks he takes have to have a cost some day.

[Caesar73]

Jack is still Jack. He got lucky this time. I honestly can't believe he tries to move and cross the line. These risks he takes have to have a cost some day.

You found the perfect Formula: Jack is still Jack. But I have the feeling Elsa´s and his Relationship has grown over time. I think Elsa knows her Jack very well by now and what to expect of him. But I agree: One day one of Jack´s Games might backfire ....

But this uncertainty, the element of chance, of unpredictability make this Relationship what it is. And add some Spice

[tickletied84]

Great update, it seems like Elsa has forgiven Jack, although glad that she's still teasing him!

Although he might have to realise soon that others may show an interest in her too....

[slackywacky]

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Chapter 121

I followed the road onto what was basically a campground. Tents, RV’s and lots of cars were parked everywhere. There was a 10-mph speed limit, but I found that even that was too fast, as there were people walking everywhere. We made it to the station without incidents, but I was wondering how easy it would be to get out of this place again as I had to leave the same way as I came in. A group of people were playing baseball on the grass court of the station. The sign next to the entrance said United States Coast Guard Motor Lifeboat Station Bodega Bay. I looked around, on one side of the station was Bodega Bay, on the other side Campbell Cove, which flowed into Bodega Bay.

“I can see why people come here to camp.” Elsa said.

I agreed, it looked nice. After turning on the four-way flashers, we got out. A young man in ODU (Operational Dress Uniform) was obviously waiting for us, as he stood along the side of the road, looking at us.

“Jack and Elsa? We were expecting you.

It seemed that the Coast Guard station Golden Gate had connected with the crew at Bodega Bay.

“I am Seaman Rogers, but you can call me Buck.”

I had to grin.

“I was named after my father, but he was, as you probably guessed, named after the TV series hero.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” Elsa said.

“I learned to live with it.” Buck said.

Buck and I walked over to the entrance, while Elsa walked over to the other people on the grass court. I noticed unloading at this location would be harder than the last one. The driveway into the station was unpaved and there was not much space to turn for a semi.

“We’ll remove the rope barriers, so you can use the parking area to turn.” Buck told me.

Next to the entrance road was a hard surface parking area, which was separated by wooden sticks and a rope acting as a fence from the entrance way into the coast guard station.

“That will work. Although I need somebody to hold traffic.” I told Buck.

“No worries.”

I walked back to the semi while the ropes and sticks that formed the barrier were removed. Buck guided me, providing hand signals. It still took time to get the back of the trailer close to the entrance gate. The semi was sitting across the parking area. After shutting down the engine, getting out, and opening the rear doors of the trailer, a hand pushed forklift took the pallet out of the trailer. There was nothing electric on the forklift, everything was done with manual labor, but they got the pallet out.

“We don’t get many heavy deliveries, hence why we only have this manual forklift.” Buck explained when he saw me look at the forklift.

“It does the job.” I replied.

“Most of the times. If needed, we can call up a real forklift from town.”

“Thanks for helping, guys. Good job.”

The crew that had helped walked away, leaving me alone with Buck.

“Where did Elsa go?” I asked, looking around, after closing the doors of the trailer.

“Seaman Sandy, Geraldine, or G for short, is taking her out on one of the boats.”

He pointed to the dock, and I could see a small boat leaving the dock.

“We scheduled an exercise today and Elsa volunteered to help.”

“That sounds like Elsa.” I grinned. “What is the exercise?”

“Boater in trouble, being thrown around by a wave.” Buck told me.

“We’ll need a bit of imagination for waves.” I said as I looked around at the water, which was very calm.

“You will be surprised as how many accidents happen when the water is like this. When it is this calm, people tend to not pay attention as much.”

“I can see that, yes. So, what is the plan?”

I watched Elsa and Geraldine head out onto the Campbell Cove, heading for Bodega Bay. There were some boats on the water, but not many.

“They will fake an accident, and we will react when the alarm comes in. Let’s get your semi moved around first.”

It required a bit more of my driving skills, and Bucks guiding, to get the truck and trailer pointing in the right direction as there was not that much space, but after about 10 minutes we were pointing in the direction we came from, parked along side the road. I left my four-way flashers on, just in case somebody missed the 18-wheeler. As I climbed out and locked the cabin, a siren started to whine.

“You want to join us?” Buck asked.

I nodded and followed him. We hurried, almost ran, over to the dock. A 19-foot boat was already getting prepped. I got a lifejacket and put it on, before entering the boat. Buck showed me a spot to sit.

“Buckle up.” He told me.

With the boat free from the dock, the seaman at the wheel called out a warning before he pushed the power up, and the boat took off. The siren on the boat was going as if it was a real emergency. It took hardly any time to get out on Bodega Bay, leaving a wake behind us on the water. I looked for the boat with Elsa and G, but did not see them. The crew of our boat was looking through binoculars for the boat that had send out the distress call.

“Nine o’clock, 700 yards.” One of the seamen called out and the boat changed direction.

Now that I knew where to look, I saw the boat. As we got closer, we slowed down. I could see Elsa and G both being in the water. Geraldine was holding Elsa, who looked to be unconscious, at the neck. The rest of the crew of the rescue boat got into action. Another seaman went into the water, helping stabilizing Elsa by holding on to her hips, using a floater to keep himself afloat. A third seaman, who was lying down on the boat leaning over the side, took over from Geraldine and supported Elsa’s neck. There was some communication going on, but I could not understand it as I was not close enough. On the rescue boat, a spinal board was prepared, which was obviously for Elsa. G took the spinal board from the boat and got it in the water, pushing it underneath Elsa. Slowly she located the board in such a way that Elsa was above it. Using another floater, she prevented the board and patient to sink. Using a third floater, G kept herself afloat and started on adding the straps. The first strap went over the upper body just above Elsa’s breasts, followed by the strap around her waist, holding her arms to her side. The straps were pulled tight, as they did not want Elsa to move. The straps on Elsa’s upper legs and ankles were next.

“They know what they are doing.” I thought, looking at the crew working together.

The panels that go on either side of the head to keep Elsa’s head immobilized were next, which were strapped in place. Now that she was stable on the board, the crew in the boat pulled the board onto the boat. They checked Elsa’s pulse, while G went back to the boat she had been on, leaving Elsa in the care of the rescue boat. With a steady speed, our boat made way towards the dock. They monitored Elsa during the short trip.

“Get the bag valve mask.” The seaman monitoring Elsa called out.

Obviously, they were simulating that Elsa had stopped breathing. It only took seconds to apply the mask, and they started squeezing the bag, helping Elsa breath. Again, the crew looked like they had done this before. It took only a few minutes to get to the dock, where, if this was a real case, an EMS truck would have been waiting.

“That was the exercise.” Buck said to me as the boat docked.

Some of the crew carried Elsa off the boat, spinal board and all, and placed her on the grass next to the dock.
Geraldine showed up with the other boat and once they were all present, they stood around Elsa and discussed the exercise.

“The straps could have been a bit tighter. I could have pulled on them a little more.” G remarked, looking at the straps that held Elsa to the board.

“Maybe, but you did a good job.” Another seaman, one of the senior ones, replied.

“If the patient is fighting you, you could add additional straps. You must make sure you always stay safe. No use ending up with 2 people that needs rescuing. Here, let me show you.”

The senior seaman grabbed a couple of extra straps and applied one just below Elsa’s breasts. They were now framed by a strap just above and just below her mounds and I could see some glances from the crew at Elsa, which I fully understood, as I was also looking at her. Another strap was applied just below the knees.

“You can also make sure the patient can’t hurt you by strapping the wrists to the board. The waist strap is in most cases enough, but sometimes you need more.”

He showed the crew how to strap Elsa’s wrists to the board, using short straps. The spinal board was not designed to be like the one Mike and Denise had given us to take to Alana, but it was still restricting Elsa from moving around.

“Okay, that was it. Thank you, Elsa, for playing along. Let’s get stuff cleared up and get dinner ready.”

It was funny to see how everybody got busy, but nobody released Elsa. She had no idea what was going on around her, as she could only look upwards. I walked over to the spinal board and looked at Elsa.

“Got yourself stuck again?” I grinned.

“Looks that way.” She grinned.

Buck walked up to me.

“You are both invited for dinner, if you want. Nothing major, just healthy grub.”

“That sounds good to me.” I replied. “I won’t make the next drop-off today, but that is fine.”

“Where are you going next?” Buck asked.

“US Coast Guard station Noyo River.” I replied.

“Can’t say I ever been there.”

“It is about 3 hours from here, but I was instructed to only deliver at certain times.”

“You could take CA-1N, or the Coast Highway as it is called. Nice drive, especially with the sun setting.” Buck advised.

I had not thought about it, as I knew I would not get there in time. That was also why I did not mind staying for dinner.

“He guys, what about me?” Elsa asked.

Nobody had released her yet.

“What’s the matter?”

“Staring at the sky gets a little boring after a while.” Elsa grinned.

“Oh, we can change that.” I replied.

I indicated to Buck to grab one side of the frame, while I got the other one, and we lifted Elsa up, carrying her to the nearby flag post and placing her vertically against the pole.

“Funny, real funny.” Elsa said.
Buck picked up another strap, strapping the top of the spine board against the pole, making sure Elsa could n9to fall over.

“Safety first.” He grinned.

“Ni är som små barn.” Elsa said in Swedish.

“Sorry, what was that?” Buck asked.

“Not telling you.” Elsa grinned.

“Okay, if you do not want to tell me, that is fine by me. Let’s go and get some coffee. Dinner should be ready soon. See you later.”

I just grinned and followed Buck into the building, leaving Elsa stuck behind.

“Won’t you get in trouble for that?” I asked as I made me a coffee.

“Nah, if we do not overdo it. When Golden Gate called us, they told us about the fact that Elsa had been a prisoner on Alcatraz. What was that about?”

After sitting down at one of the tables, I could see Elsa through the window, I told them our story, how Elsa was transported to Alcatraz. I left some details out, understandably. Some of the others at the station had joined us while I told the story.

“That must have been intense.” Geraldine said.

I gave them a short version of how we had met and where we had been, leaving the juicy details out again.

“Wow. Maybe I should go hitchhiking.” G said.

We talked for a while more, until dinner was ready.

“Time to get Elsa of the board.” The senior seaman instructed.

It seemed that Elsa was in a good mood, as she did not even look at me, and was talking to the staff of the station. Dinner was simple but good. Not much later we said our goodbye and went back into the cabin of the semi.

“Thanks guys.” I called out to Buck and G who were standing on the side of the road.

“On we go.” Elsa said.

I looked at her, as I had at least expected some rebuttal about leaving her on the board, but nothing was coming.

“That was a fun day.” Elsa said. “Where to now?”

[tiedpgirl]

This chapter was nice and simple, well executed for fun and to show the things Jack and Elsa are experiencing on their travels. Will each Coast Guard drop-off have at least one character who's amiable to keeping Elsa restrained or trapped in some way, if not in actual bondage? Or will many of these stops get glossed over in order to get to the next big adventure somewhere in the Pacific Northwest? I guess only time will tell!

[Bandit666]

As always such a delight to return and catch up on all of Jackie and Elsa’s adventures Grand Master @slackywacky though I admit I’d have loved to know what Elsa was wearing on that board something shiny in the bathing suit department would have been amazing.

Anyway keep up the awesome work as always

[GreyLord]

As always, the further adventures of Jack and Elsa provide wonderful reading. Thank you, Grandmaster.

[tickletied84]

Excellent update, enjoyed the change of pace, and glad they could help out with community rescue simulation!!

[slackywacky]

Thank you for commenting.

Excellent update, enjoyed the change of pace, and glad they could help out with community rescue simulation!!

It was fun to write a chapter that did not qualify as Adult material

As always, the further adventures of Jack and Elsa provide wonderful reading. Thank you, Grandmaster.

You are welcome. Glad the site is back up.

though I admit I’d have loved to know what Elsa was wearing on that board something shiny in the bathing suit department would have been amazing.

As mentioned, Elsa was wearing shorts and a bikini top.

Will each Coast Guard drop-off have at least one character who's amiable to keeping Elsa restrained or trapped in some way

Maybe, don't know yet.

[nate4767]

It's been a while since I have commented, but trust me I've been lurking and reading all the updates to this story, which is undoubtedly one of the best on this site. I guess I just want to say that you're doing a really good job writing, so please do keep it up!

[slackywacky]

It's been a while since I have commented, but trust me I've been lurking and reading all the updates to this story, which is undoubtedly one of the best on this site. I guess I just want to say that you're doing a really good job writing, so please do keep it up!

Lurking or active, either way is fine with me. Glad you like this story. More coming soon.

[Caesar73]

Lurking or active, either way is fine with me. Glad you like this story. More coming soon.

Looking forward to it !

[slackywacky]

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Chapter 122

After leaving the US Coast Guard station Bodega Bay, we followed highway 1 north again, enjoying the spectacular views of the Pacific Ocean. With the tanks getting low, just like sunset, when we got to Mendocino, I found a gas station on Main Street. It was a small station, but they had diesel, which was all that I needed. I left my four-way flashers on, as I had to stop against traffic as the gas station was on the left. Elsa got out of the tractor and stretched her long legs. The kid, probably barely 14, pouring the gas, could not stop looking at her. I suspected he was glad I needed a lot of gas, as it gave him more time to watch her.

“Ice cream?” I asked Elsa.

She walked inside the small station. They did have ice cream, just not a lot of choice.

“Any places where I can park for the night?” I asked what looked like an older version of the kid outside, probably the dad.

“Sure, how heavy are you?”

I gave him the info. I was not very heavy this time around.

“We don’t really have parking for 18-wheelers, but you can park along Big River Road depending on your weight. It is not an official semi parking or overnight parking, but I’ll let my son know you are there, he is the local ranger.”

I assumed it was not the kid outside he mentioned.

“Sounds good to me. Any cost for staying there?”

“Nah, filling up gas here is good enough. I might have to reorder some diesel tomorrow, not often we fill up a semi.” He grinned.

Elsa had found ice cream and gave me one too.

“Add it to the bill please.” She said, laughing. “He can pay.”

“Sure, will do.” The older man said, before turning to me again. “Turn right onto Lansing Street, right again at Little Lake Road. That will bring you back to the Shoreline Highway. Turn right and turn left onto Big River Road at the edge of town. There is enough paved area for you to turn around. There should be a portable toilet, but no showers, but you can swim in the river. Ignore the no parking signs, if you leave space for traffic to go by. Which is probably just my kid on his rounds.”

I nodded. Right at that moment the bell indicated the younger kid was done filling up my tanks. I paid for the gas and ice cream.

“Good meeting you.” I said, before leaving the station.

Elsa climbed into the cabin, waving at the kid who was still watching. She waved as I pulled away from the gas station, following the instructions to get to Big River Road. It was not hard to find, as it was well posted, but it was barely big enough for an 18-wheeler to drive on. Luckily it became wider at the bottom. I did notice the ‘no overnight parking’ signs, but I trusted we were good. I did not want to go too far on the gravel road and noticed that I could indeed easily turn right at the beginning where Big Rover Road turned to go along the waterfront. There were a few cars still around, probably people going for a walk or boating, but nobody was parked where I wanted to be, right next to the hillside coming down from the bridge over the river on Highway 1.

“Nice.” Elsa said, looking at the water.

She climbed into the back of the cabin and dug up the bottom part of her bikini. I was not going to grab my swimwear, as I did not have any. But my shorts would be fine. I saw the Big River Estuary State Marine Conservation Area sign towards the water. The Conservation Area was right next to the bridge. It was a decent sandy area which extended to both sides of the bridge, especially with the tide out. It did not look like the tide reached up to where I parked, as there were no signs of flooding, just a sandy beach. There were some tree trunks in various sizes lying around closer to the water, indicating that storms might push items close to the road, but the weather was calm for now. Elsa climbed out of the cabin, having changed, and I followed. We crossed over to the sandy waterline.

“Nice.” Elsa said as she walked into the water.

I looked at her, standing on the edge of the water.

“Oh, come on in.” Elsa called me. “It won’t hurt you know, it is just water.”

She came running back, it was not very deep at the point we were at and started to splash water my way.

“I’ll dunk you.” I warned her.

It was obvious that my threat was completely ignored, as Elsa splashed more water on me. When she got closer, I suddenly walked forward and before she could react, I grabbed her and lifted her out of the water. She let out a surprised scream. Walking further into the water, I dropped her when the water was reaching my knees. The water was not cold, but Elsa still screamed again. The few people packing up their stuff at their cars near to us laughed. I just laughed too, although that did not last long, as she started to splash me again. We were both soaking wet.

“Now what?” Elsa asked.

It was slowly getting dark, and the last few people soon left, and we were, as far as I could tell, alone.

“Let’s go for a walk.” I replied.

Instead of walking to Elsa, I walked back to the semi, got in and grabbed some rope.

“What is that for?” Elsa asked after she followed me and saw what I grabbed.

“What do you think?” I grinned.

“More? Don’t you think I had enough bondage for a day? Alcatraz, 2 Coast Guard Stations and now this.”

I just indicated with my hand to her to turn around, which she did after giving a big sigh. My plan was just to do a simple box tie and then go for a little walk along the river.

“Good girl.” I said as I started on her arms.

Elsa grinned as I looped the rope around her upper body, above and below her breasts, before folding her arms horizontally behind her back and tying them, fixing the rope to the framework I had done. I pulled the rope tight, forcing her bound wrists to go up a little from being complete horizontal. It was not as tight as a reverse prayer and probably more comfortable.

“Not too tight?”

“It’s fine.” She wriggled her body a bit to test her mobility, which was not much.

“Okay, let’s go.” I said once done with the rope.

We crossed under the bridge, heading towards Mendocino Bay, walking along the edge of the water. It looked like the tide was starting to come back in. The beach on this side if the bridge was only like 400 yards long, however there were 2 trails going up the far hill. As I did not know where they would lead to, possible private property, I did not head that way. We just walked to the end of the beach.

“Can you imagine living up there?” I said, pointing to the cliffs that rose up from the sea surrounding the sandy area we were on.

“Unless it is stormy. Not sure I like it when there is a storm coming in.”

“True.”

“Are you enjoying yourself?” I asked, changing the subject.

“Let’s see. You mean do I enjoy being kidnapped and brought to Mexico, or being arrested for counterfeit money, or locked up in a prison cell for god knows how long on Alcatraz, or walking along the river here?” She asked me.

Mentioning some of the things that had happened to her in the last weeks since she came to America made it sound different than what I had in mind.

“Not to mention all the other things that happened?”

I started to regret asking the question. Elsa stopped along the waterline and looked at me.

“You think I would be here with you, letting you do those things to me, if I did not like you?”

Her question surprised me.

“Euh, okay, so you like me. Phew, that is good to hear.” I replied, sounding a little confused.

Elsa laughed.

“You know you are an idiot.” She said. “After all the things we have done in what basically is a short term, you are still unsure about me?”

“No, I am just an idiot when it comes to women.”

She stepped up to me and kissed me.

“At least your my idiot.” She grinned.

“What have you told your family?” I asked.

“About what? Our relation? Just that I am in love with you.” She grinned again. “They told me that they were happy for me, that you should take good care of me, and if you mistreated me, my grandmother would come over and put you straight. And believe me, you do not want her to come for you.”

I had heard stories from Elsa about her grandmother.

“I’ll do my best.” I told Elsa.

“Is there anybody you are close to?” Elsa asked me.

“Not really. My parents, before they died, but our family is not very large, I do not have brothers or sisters, nor uncles or aunts.”

“I can see why being a truckdriver would be good for you. You have no attachments.”

“That, and I like to see different things. I would go crazy working in an office, seeing the same thing every day. And yes, there are things I do not like about trucking, like when you have loads that have deadlines. It could mean you travel while you really should not, like in a winter blizzard.”

“At least I picked the right time of the year.” Elsa laughed.

“You have changed my life.”

“Ah, thank you.” Elsa said, sounding truthful. “You have changed mine.”

We walked back to the bridge and crossed over to where the semi was parked. This time we headed the other way, away from the bay, following the river. It was almost dark, but it was still easy to see where to walk. The road followed the river, but it was not as interesting as the beach areas around the bridge. It turned quickly into the river, the road and trees. Suddenly there were lights coming down the road, heading for the bridge. There was no place to hide Elsa, or get her untied, so she stayed a little behind me. The F150 stopped next to us. The window rolled down.

“Evening folks, I assume you are the couple that my dad told about?”

“That would be us.” I replied.

“Enjoy the area. I’m just doing the last round. Normally I lock the portacabin, but I’ll leave it open so you can use it.”

“Appreciated.” I said.

The dashboard lights were turned down, so it was hard to determine what the son looked like, but I assumed he looked a lot like his father, like the younger kid.

“Have a good one.” He said, as he drove away.

I was not sure he saw that Elsa was tied up, she kind of stayed out of his direct line of sight, but he never mentioned it and he never used a flashlight, so darkness might have been in our favor.

“Maybe we should head back. Tomorrow we have Coast Guard station Noyo River as our first delivery. It is about 10 miles from here, so we could arrive right on time for our delivery window, 10 AM.”

“Fine by me.” Elsa said.

She turned around and started to walk back to where the truck was parked. I grinned and followed her. It was about a 15-minute walk back. We just chatted while we walked back.

“I still have drinks in the fridge, would you like something?” I asked Elsa when we got to the semi.

“What you have?”

“Bourbon and some twisted teas. Not sure what flavors, they been in there for a while.”

“I’ll have a twisted tea. Don’t care what flavor.”

She could not get to the fridge herself, her arms still tied, but that did not seem to bother her. She walked over to a big tree that was lying on the edge of the beach and sat down. I joined her when I had the drinks.

“Here you go.” I said, putting the can down in front of her.

She gave me one of those looks and sighed. I settled down next to her, ignoring Elsa. It was wonderful sitting there, listening to the waves, the occasional car passing over the bridge, and other nature sounds.

“Cheers.” I said, opening my can and drinking from it.

“Really?” She sighed again, looking at the can in front of her.

“What?” I asked, toying with her.

“Nothing.”

Elsa leaned back against the tree trunk, looking at the stars. Naturally I caved and opened the can for her, even holding the can up to her lips so she could drink.

“Thank you.”

Elsa leaned over to me, snuggling up, putting her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her, and we just watched the stars.

“This is nice.” She said and I agreed.

[wolfman]

There ia something so very endearing about jack and elsa. Deapite the strict bondage and crazy adventures they are so sweet together.

Elsa more in control when bound than jack is when he is free. And Jack so clueless in some ways but ao earnest.

They are such a wonderful couple, so wonderfully written.

[Caesar73]

There ia something so very endearing about jack and elsa. Deapite the strict bondage and crazy adventures they are so sweet together.

Elsa more in control when bound than jack is when he is free. And Jack so clueless in some ways but ao earnest.

They are such a wonderful couple, so wonderfully written.

Nicely put - and I agree!

[Beaumains]

It remains a very interesting couple. I can see them in love together, but I still cannot see the long-term picture. There relationship is built around bondage, and I doubt they can keep this pace of adventure forever. Elsa just seems very curious and wants to experiment, but those have to run dry soon. (Still an amazing story!)

[Caesar73]

It remains a very interesting couple. I can see them in love together, but I still cannot see the long-term picture. There relationship is built around bondage [...]

I see where you are coming from. But personally I see the Progress, the Growth in their Relationship. Jack is way mature than at the beginning of their Travel. Something that Chapter shows. Where the road will lead to? Who knows? Personally I doubt Jack and Elsa know. And that is not a bad thing. As a reader I am looking forward where their Journey will lead them to.

[Argentum]

My biggest concern is that this story might end some times soon. I really would miss, to read about that couple, and all the adventures they go through.

[slackywacky]

My biggest concern is that this story might end some times soon. I really would miss, to read about that couple, and all the adventures they go through.

Everything will come to an end, but I still have ideas for Jack and Elsa, so no worries yet

[GreyLord]

The previous comments are excellent. For me, this episode was particularly endearing. And, I agree, Jack is growing, if slowly.

[slackywacky]

Jack is growing, if slowly.

Can't have him grow up at once, where would the fun be in that.

[GreyLord]

Jack is growing, if slowly.

Can't have him grow up at once, where would the fun be in that.

And, after all, Elsa does appear to enjoy her life.

[Caesar73]

Jack is growing, if slowly.

Can't have him grow up at once, where would the fun be in that.

And, after all, Elsa does appear to enjoy her life.

It surely seems that way. If I think back to very beginnings of this Saga: The have gone a long way! And I never get tired of follow their Journey!

[LunaDog]

Well, with my medical condition rendering me unable to go to work, i have plenty of time on my hands. Time enough to finally get around to 'checking out' this magnificent story. There's a reason it's gone on for 50 pages, it's bloody good!

[slackywacky]

Well, with my medical condition rendering me unable to go to work, i have plenty of time on my hands. Time enough to finally get around to 'checking out' this magnificent story. There's a reason it's gone on for 50 pages, it's bloody good!

Get well soon, or maybe not, as now you can read my stories
No, get well soon.