Status Updates From The Boys of Summer

I don't know if I should skip the Interlude, Ami's review didn't sound nice about that part... Maybe I'll continue the story and after that, I read the Interlude.

Oh dear! Will need a new box of tissues tomorrow, damn it! Just had my wrenched out! Geez!

Oh no! This is so sad - sniff! Tissues are out!

I can't even express my feels and how they are flowing with tears right now. T_T

:-((((

Hahaha the Spider.

Somehow you got under my skin when I wasn't looking.

He knew with complete and utter certainty it was true. It seemed that he would never take another breath. How could he take another breath, how could his heart continue to go on beating when he had just received a mortal wound?

There was no cure for Sutt. For the first time in his life, David completely understood the concept of addiction. The inability to live without something that was bad for you. The total lack of resistance when it came to quitting the thing you knew would inevitably destroy you.

Sometimes it seemed to him that Sutt wanted to be caught, which made no sense to him at all. Still it was worth it, worth the risks that they took, worth it for the momentary pleasure that it brought.

He wanted more than a five, ten minute tumble in the dark before each one of them made their way to their respective beds alone. He wanted more than the risky behaviour Sutt was willing to engage in - sometimes the risker the better. David wanted to bare Sutt's skin, to worship his body all night long, to map every inch of him in leisure without fear they would imminently be caught.

He had to finish the Turing project first. That was important. So few people knew of the great tragedy that was Turing's treatment at the hands of his own government...
Maybe he should concentrate on the ghosts of the past here, begging him to make their story known instead.

The young men came and went like dragonflies, so many, so fast, present for such a brief time that David could not remember their names before they were gone again.

David suspected he wasn’t even aware he’d slipped into military auto-speak. Either that, or he thought of David as some useful but slightly annoying Golden Retriever.