A/N: Enjoy!
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Chapter 10.
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I sleep a lot. Twelve hours a day for the first three days. I guess my body really needs it. I hadn't had the chance to recuperate from that bout of food poisoning.
By day four I feel like a normal human being again.
I'm so hungry.
Darry's real happy about that. I'm eating food. Lots of food.
I need to put on some weight before I leave for Vietnam. Good knows what I'll face. We don't really talk about it, but it always there in the back of our minds.
So I eat. Keep Darry happy. Don't talk about war, don't talk about dying, just pretend everything is okay.
I can do that. Two-Bit does it too. Well he tells a lot of jokes, but I know he feels the same as me. We're going to war. We could die. Maybe we won't. Who knows, but hey 'you only live once Pony' he'll tell me, 'let's make sure it's good while it lasts'. So we all act like its old times.
Which is kind of ironic considering that nothing really has been drama free and nothing old ever remains that way.
Least when I look in the mirror I don't look as bad. I'm still too thin. The dark circles under my eyes are gone. Hair is starting to grow back.
"Damn they look good," Two-Bit remarks alongside me. "It's the only good thing to come out of all of this shit."
He's inspecting his teeth in the mirror as I'm trying to shave. There was no privacy during basic training so I'm used to having him crammed in my space. Hell, even when we had to go to the toilet there was not a wall separating you all. You had to take a shit and try not to look at each other, so be it, and you just hoped there would be enough toilet paper left to wipe your ass with. So we are used to living in confined spaces with no privacy.
"That's the Army for you. Gonna send you out to fight a war, but they'll fix you up as best they can before they do. A good set of teeth, glasses if you need them and all medical expenses paid," I speak.
I think of my reading glasses. I've become so dependent on them now that I couldn't go without them.
"All that money spent on health when ya gonna probably die anyway," Two-Bit jokes.
His gaze rests on me.
"How's Darry taking it?" he asks.
"Alright I guess," I return and try not to nick myself with the shaver.
"You're a lousy liar, Pony."
"I'm lousy at a lot of things," I return.
Two-Bit looks perplexed. "Where you get off on that? Why you keep beating up on yerself?"
"Habit," I shrug.
Ever since Johnny died, I guess. It doesn't matter how many years have gone by, I sometimes still think why Johnny and why not me? If only we had done things differently, Johnny and Dallas could still be alive. I don't torture myself like I used to, but for the first six months afterwards it was bad. I'd lost so much, parents, best friend and I struggled to deal with it. We all did, just like Darry is now.
"Darry's …" I begin, trying to find the right words.
I see it in his eyes, the fear.
"He's finding it hard to let me go," I continue.
Hell, it's not as if I want to go. I really don't. Sometimes I wake up in a cold sweat at nights from some nightmare I can't escape. I don't have control over my life.
"We don't talk about it."
What's there to say? Not as if anyone of us can do anything about it.
My eyes meet with Two-Bit's, our images reflected in the mirror. "What about your mom? How's she taking it?"
I don't miss the brief pained shadow flicker across his face. Even Two-Bit can only hide so much behind his humor.
"She thinks I'm barking mad. Sometimes she yells at me and sometimes she cries," he says, running a hand up the back of his neck. "It's harder than I thought it would be."
His hand drops to his side, there's a flash of fire in his eyes.
"C'mon lets go hit the town. We need to stock up for our fishing weekend at the cabin."
"With beer you mean?" I say, trying to lighten the mood.
"A lot of beer," he quips as we leave the house. "We are getting smashed."
Darry won't like it. Though he ain't nagging like he used too. I don't think he sees the point in it anymore.
I'm still thinking about what Two-Bit said in the bathroom, about his mom. I feel bad. I feel real bad. I don't know why they all think I can't do anything on my own? Just 'cause I'm the youngest, the baby they all like to tease. It sucks.
"Your quiet, Pony?" Two-Bit observes as he drives.
His mom had lent him her car for a change.
"You shouldn't have done it, man," I mutter, pulling a cigarette out of the packet I'm trying not to scrunch up in my hands.
I have a bad habit of wringing my hands together when somethings bothering me.
"What'ya talking about, Pony?"
I light the cigarette.
"Joining the damn Army," I grumble, drawing back on the smoke. "You had a life."
"Yeah, right," he snorts. "I very fruitful one at that, couldn't even hold down a job."
He glances sideways at me.
"Least I got a regular pay check now."
I snort. Two-Bit looks pissed.
"We've hashed this out before. I ain't sorry I've joined, neither should you be, and if you ever mention this shit again, I swear I'll smack you out."
I believe him. He can be fierce enough when he wants to be.
I swallow and nod. Truth is, I'd be lost with him. It means a hell of a lot.
"Besides, why should you get all the adventures?" he grumbles in mock seriousness.
"Gonna be one hell of an adventure at that."
If we don't get blown up into a billion pieces, or come home minus legs and arms. Shit, I've gotta stop watching the news. During training we were so cut off from the world it was easy to believe that you could survive, but now … now I'm back in the real world, I don't know anymore. All I know is that I have no say in it. And if I go down, Two-Bit will be right alongside me; going down too.
I know him. I know he'd do anything for me. I know he tells me I'm his best friend, the brother he's always wished he had so he'd have someone to annoy. The loyalty is a fierce thing, we cling onto it because it's the only thing we really have; what gets us through the tough times.
Then there is the fear in my brother's eyes; like I can ever escape it. I find myself making promises I don't even know I can keep.
Worse thing is, they know it too. But we all have to still believe it.
It's just … messed up.
I can't let myself go. I can't live life like I should. Which is stupid, because you would think not knowing if I'll survive Vietnam or not would be incentive enough to make me want to make the most of these last two weeks, because … well … they really could be my last two weeks.
If you get what I mean. And then I don't want to think that far ahead and write myself off before I'm even in Vietnam. I could survive … intact.
We visit the camera shop. I buy a roll of film. I didn't take any pictures when in AIT, there was never any time and really no point. But I want to take pictures of our cabin trip. I need the reminders, the memories. I get the feeling it's the only thing that might keep me focused, keep me sane in the end.
We stop by a fishing store and stock up on equipment. My rod needs some work. I haven't used it since I was 12. Two-Bit's never even been fishing.
He buys a cheap rod, wanting to spend most of his money on junk food and beer.
It's two in the afternoon, and he's wanting to go to the tavern. I get him to drop me off at the library. I tell him I'll meet him at the tavern in a couple of hours.
"Why you wanting to go to the library, Pony?"
"Gotta research something."
He just mutters under his breath about it not being normal, going to libraries and shit, but still drops me off there anyway.
"You're not gonna get laid in a library," he tells me as I climb out of the car.
"Not looking too," I return.
He shakes his head and drives on.
I find the book I'm looking for, it's all about the art of photography. I find a table and chair, sit down and begin browsing through the book. I'm so engrossed in reading that I barely notice the person sit opposite to me. After a few minutes, it begins to register that I know the smell of that perfume.
I glance up at the young woman. Her light brown hair, the curve of her cheek and … shit … and … her eyes widen as recognition dawns.
"Ponyboy!" she exclaims.
"Sally," I reply weakly.
Her eyes sweep over me, a tinge of color reddens her cheeks.
"I didn't recognize you … you look different with the glasses."
I hastily rip them off my face.
"Yeah, guess I do," I stammer, not knowing what else to say. "Just need them for reading."
God, this is so awkward.
"You look well," she begins.
She wouldn't have said that if she'd seen me four days ago.
I nod. "So do you."
And she sure does. I'd forgotten how pretty she was. She looks as uncertain as I feel.
"You finished training now?" she asks.
"Yeah, I got a two week break then I'm going to Vietnam."
Her face falls a little. Everyone knows Vietnam is hell by now.
"My brother got drafted last week."
I see the pained look on her face and I feel sorry for her.
"How old is he?"
"19, just 19 and god, Pony, but how old are you?"
She already knows this, I think, but I still say it anyway. "18," I pause for a moment, "And a half."
I gotta get that bit in. It doesn't sound as bad. I know I got the raw end of the deal. Not many as young as me get drafted but then other countries, like Australia, can enlist and get drafted at 17, so 18 is not a big deal, I tell myself.
Color suffixes her cheeks. "Pony, I'm so sorry about last time … what I did," she begins.
"Don't be. I'm an idiot."
A soft smile crosses her face and she shakes her head. "No. What you said made sense."
That's me, the damn voice or reason. She's wrong. I am an idiot. Then I think about the last four months of training, what hell I was put through, what hell I'm about to face.
"I don't think sense matters anymore," I murmur.
She chews on her bottom lip, her warm hazel eyes full of sympathy and sadness. I think of her brother. I think about how all of this sucks, how we get no say about going to war and being trained to kill.
"Was it hard during basic training?" she asks.
"At first," I hesitantly reply. I don't want to freak her out.
"Which base is your brother going to?" I ask.
"Fort Benning. You heard of it?"
I shake my head. "I think they are all pretty much the same." Let's hope her brother doesn't get someone like Drill Sergeant Whitehead as his platoon leader. "I went to Fort Polk. We nick named it Fort Puke," I grin.
She smiles. And I'm feeling kind of bold.
"You want to go get a drink?" I ask.
We find a quiet cafe. The quieter the better so I don't have to deal with people staring at me. I might have some hair now, but it's still really short and in this day and age of hippies and long hair, Two-Bit and I still stick out like sore thumbs.
I enjoy Sally's company. It's nice chatting with a girl for a change. I'm not at all nervous. I guess I really have nothing to lose. I take this moment for what it is; having a good time with a pretty girl like any other regular guy.
We talk a lot. I tell her about training, because she wants to know what her brother is going to experience. I leave out the worse parts though.
She talks about the bank.
"The guy who replaced you isn't as polite as you are," she says, a small smile tilts up the corners of her mouth. "Or as cute."
I smile, and color creeps into my cheeks. "So I'm cute?"
Her smile widens. "You must know that by now," she teases.
"I don't know, maybe," I shrug, a bit embarrassed.
I truly suck at this.
"So, you're modest too," she quips. "Do I add that to the list that makes up Ponyboy Curtis?"
I smile. I never knew how smart she could be.
"How about you?" I say to change to subject. "What do I add to your list?" I pause for a moment, my eyes resting on her face. "Pretty," I continue and now it's her turn to blush. "Clever and funny."
Okay, so we're flirting now and I like it.
"I should have asked you out sooner."
The color in her cheeks deepens, making her appear even more attractive.
"How come you didn't?" she asks.
"Because I'm an idiot, remember," I tell her, tapping my head.
A small smile crosses her face. And it's true.
"You think you have all the time in the world," I begin. "And then you realize that you don't."
Her face softens, but I catch a glimpse of sadness in her eyes. I can see she is thinking of her brother. I want to reassure her, but I can't. I can barely reassure myself that everything will be okay.
We leave the café and walk down the street. It's a beautiful sunny day. I feel good to be alive.
I slip my hand into hers. "Thanks," I say. "It's the most normal I've felt in ages."
She smiles up at me and squeezes my fingers. "You're welcome."
We both blush a little. It's all so new and sudden, these feelings coursing through me. I don't know what to make of them.
"How long till you leave?" she asks.
"Just over a week."
I want to forget it for a while, the inevitable.
"I would like to see you again," I admit.
Raising a hand, I lightly brush a strand of hair from her face. "But I don't want to make you feel too much for me," I sigh. "I can't offer you anything. I don't know what'll happen to me over there in Vietnam."
Her face pales at my words. "Then you need to live in the moment."
She sounds just like Two-Bit.
"I can't turn off my feelings like a tap, Ponyboy," she slowly smiles. "I going to feel anyway."
There is such a frank honesty about her that I feel my attraction heighten.
I nod. "Okay, yeah then … I would like to see you again."
Her smile is so warm and inviting. I want her. Damn.
I brush a thumb across her lips. She leans in towards me. I feel her warm breath on my neck, see the pretty pink colour in her cheeks. I notice the desire in her eyes. I feel it just as strongly. I lower my lips to hers in a gentle, lingering kiss that deepens. Nothing has felt this good in a long while. Her hands slips around my waist and I pull her closer.
"You taste like spearmint," I murmur in her hair.
Her curls tickle my nose.
We kiss again, each time the intensity grows until someone jeers, 'get a room' and we both suddenly break apart.
Our eyes are round and wide, then she brings a hand up to her mouth, giggling. I can't get a room even if I want to. I'm already probably late. Two-Bit will be waiting for me at the tavern.
It's too soon anyway. I don't want to rush things. I want it mean something. I want it to mean something to her as well.
"I'm camping this weekend with my brothers, but we'll be back Sunday," I quickly speak. "Maybe we can go catch a movie?"
She nods. "I'd love too."
Then we just stand there gazing into each other's eyes, grinning stupidly. Well I probably am. She just looks beautiful and sweet.
Her hand closes over mine, and a rush of heat surges through me.
My lips brush her forehead. A feeling of tenderness and longing swells in my heart.
"See you on Sunday," I murmur.
"See you then, Pony." Her voice sounds soft and husky.
Forcing my legs to move, I turn and walk away.
I find Two-Bit in the tavern.
"We're the hell have ya been?" he exclaims. "You're an hour late and we gotta leave by five and …" he breaks off there, getting off the stool and peering in my face. "Are you smiling?"
I frown. "What? No."
"There's something different about ya," he continues, circling around me.
He sniffs the air. "I smell perfume."
Stopping in front of me, his gaze meets mine. "You have a dreamy look on your face …"
The penny drops. I literally see it.
"You met a girl?!"
I really fight hard not to smile, but I just can't help it. I probably look goofy.
"Well I'll be," Two-Bit whoops and pats me on the back. "You've finally gotten laid!"
"Not yet," I return my face reddening.
Two-Bit's face drops. "But you said …"
"Yeah, I met Sally at the library and we had a drink and then we kissed and that's all."
He's scowling a bit. "But ya gonna see her again?"
I nod and he grins.
"Where have the both of you been?" Darry bellows as we enter the house. "We were supposed to leave half an hour an ago."
"Pony's gotta girlfriend," Two-Bit returns as the fly screen door slams shut behind me.
Every eye in the house is looking at me. God, I'm so never gonna live this down.
"You met a girl?" Soda says, blinking
"I already know her," I begin. "It's Sally from the bank, I ran into her and we got chatting is all."
"That's not all," Two-Bit interjects. "He kissed her and they are gonna meet up again."
He nods his head in a knowing way. I almost want to deck him.
"Pony's gonna get laid before we leave for 'Nam."
Color floods my cheeks. I turn away, muttering under my breath.
It takes nearly two hours to reach Lake Eufaula. I haven't been there since I was a kid. Mom and dad use to take the three of us a couple of times, when they could afford it. I was 12 the last time I was here. The place hasn't changed.
It's dark by the time we reach the cabin. We all tumble inside and fight over the beds. I end up sharing the double bed with Soda, who claims it first.
"That ain't fair," Steve complains, "How come Ponyboy gets to share it with you."
"Because you snore," Soda returns, grinning.
Steve throws a pillow at his head. It's true. Steve snores like a freight train. He's kicked to the back bedroom, with a solid oak door so no one can hear him.
Two-Bit resigns himself to the sofa.
"You should be used to it," I quip.
Darry takes the single bed in the same room with the double bed.
Once the beds are sorted, we build a bonfire, drink beer and roast marshmallows. It's one of those beautiful clear still nights. It's freezing even though it's now spring. I'm wrapped in an old red and black lumber jacket that's been handed down from Darry to Soda and to me. It's seen better days but its warm.
Two-Bit brought a whole pile of junk food. Several boxes of screaming Yellow Zonkers, a buttery-glazed popcorn, along with Dolly Madison cakes.
We're feeding our faces as we sit around the fire.
"Keep eating that shit," Darry says with disgust on his face, "You'll get fat."
Darry is a health nut. They only junk food allowed in our house is chocolate. He glances at me. "Except you Pony, because I don't think anything can fatten you up, but I can't say the same for the rest of you, especially you Two-Bit."
He shoots Darry a mock offended look. "I'm in the best shape I've ever been."
"Only because you have to be," I quip. "All we've done for the last four months is run."
Before that, and with his fondness for beer, he was a bit on the stocky side.
"Thank god that's over," Two-Bit mutters, shoving a muffin in his mouth.
I grin at him. Now it's my turn to tease.
"He was only this far away," I begin, holding up a hand and measuring an inch with my fingers, "From being put in the fat platoon."
"Aw, shut up, Pony. Besides I'm good at holding it in."
"There's a fat platoon?" Soda exclaims, shocked.
"Yeah, I felt sorry for the bastards," Two-Bit says, "Man, they had it much tougher than us."
I open another can of beer and for a moment I'm stuck back there. I don't want to be. I force my mind elsewhere and think of something boring. Like all the tinned cans of spaghetti and Campbell soup we brought up in case we don't catch any fish.
Let's talk fishing.
"Think we'll get any catfish?" I ask, turning to Darry.
I remember that one glorious day when out on an old wooden boat, me, Darry, Soda and Dad. We caught a dozen good sized catfish. Man, were we on a high. My dad kept singing this old country song that'd make me and my brother's groan.
I can't even remember what it's called now. It was a Johnny cash song, my dad loved his music. Mom was into Patsy Cline. Sometimes I'd come home from school, and she'd have the record playing. She'd make me and Soda dance with her. Darry would disappear somewhere.
Soda would do all these crazy dance moves, making mom laugh.
For a moment, I'm lost in the memories. Must be this place, I muse. Maybe everyone else is too, because there's peace and quiet.
I feel something hit me in the face. It's a piece of popcorn. I glance across at Two-Bit, see the teasing glint in his eyes.
"I think it's about time we give Pony some tips on how to make looove to a woman."
I groan and run my hands over my face.
Steve and Soda perk up, grins on their faces. "Think the kid can get it up," Steve quips. "Think he knows what an erection is?"
I glare at him, throwing the hard bit of popcorn Two-Bit had just thrown at me a moment ago, at him.
"So let's give ya some manly tips on how to seduce a woman," Two-Bit continues.
I shoot a pleading glance at Darry, a 'save me' look.
Darry throws his hands up. "You're on your own, Kid." But I see the amusement in his eyes.
Just great.
"I tell ya what, Kid. Ya treat 'em mean and keep 'em keen," Steve says.
Soda punches him in the arm. "Don't listen to him. You gotta treat her right, Pony, like she's the most special person around."
"Make her laugh, chicks like that," Two-Bit adds. "It's all to do with words at first. You gotta tell 'em what they want to hear."
"And then you just feel her up, but take it slow, start with kissing the back of the neck, that sends them crazy," Soda grins. "Then you move to the boobs, and ya gotta be gentle."
I'm glad it's dark. I swear my face is bright red by now and I feel my ears burn.
The suggestions get more explicit. I slink further down in my fold up chair.
"Ya know how to use a condom, Kid?" Steve is grinning. "I got one here ya can practice with."
"Okay, that's it," I snap, getting up and walking back to the cabin.
I'm not really pissed, but I've heard enough. The jokes on me, but's it getting a bit old now. Everyone is starting to get too drunk. Except Darry, because he never drinks too much. He always knows when to stop. Soda gets drunk really quickly. Two-Bit can hold his liquor but he's been drinking since two this afternoon. Steve … is just Steve, a pain.
"Oh, c'mon, Pony. Don't be like that?" Two-Bit calls after me. "We're just trying to help."
I give him the finger. They all laugh.
"I bet he's going to jerk off," Steve says loud enough for me to hear.
"I'm gonna take a piss," I yell back. "Y'all wanna hold my hand while I do that too?"
I smile. Good comeback, I tell myself.
It's true. I do need to take a leak, well I do now and any excuse will do.
The flickers of firelight shoot out in the dark sky. I lay back watching. I'm cruising. I've drunk too much, smoked too much. My throat feels dry and sore. But I feel content. I think of Sally. Maybe it's fate that I ran into her at the library.
The teasing had mercifully stopped, only because Soda and Steve have gone to bed.
Darry's yawning and stretching. I know he's only staying up because of me.
"I'm going to bed, Pony," he says, getting up from his chair. "Don't drink too much."
Bit late for that now.
He frowns down at me. "Maybe you should go to bed?"
"He's alright, Darry. I'll make sure he gets to bed in one piece."
Darry doesn't look particularly convinced. Two-Bit's as drunk as me. But he doesn't say anything.
"Okay, but ease up on the smoking. You're beginning to sound like a fog horn."
I see the concern in his eyes. The fact that Darry's not lecturing me about something constantly, bothers me. I just want everything to be normal again. I just want to have a normal life, and Darry's lectures … are normal. Without them, everything feels just wrong.
I watch him leave and my thoughts drift back to Sally. I like her. I like her a lot, but I'm not in love. I think. Do I even know what that is? Maybe it's something that grows on you?
"Hey, Two-Bit," I begin. "You ever been in love?"
I'm sure I've asked him this before, but I always get different answers.
"Nah," he returns, "Came close once."
How does that even work?
"In seventh grade."
"When you were 12?"
He pulls out a cigarette and hands me one.
"She was new to the school and I saw her crying during lunch. Thought I'd cheer her up so I told her some jokes."
I light the cigarette frowning.
"She smiled and told me I was funny," he continues.
Two-Bit comes out with these odd stories at times.
"And that made you fall in love?" I scoff, convinced he's having me on.
"She was the only girl to ever tell me I was funny," he points out, "they called me a lot of other things and generally ran when they saw me coming so it made a nice change."
I imagine a 12 year old Two-Bit trying to regale 12 year old girls with his jokes and it brings a smile to my lips. I was too shy to even approach a girl at that age.
"So what happened?"
"She wizened up, went out with a respectful boy from the good side of town."
I remember the night we met Sherri and Marcia at the drive-ins, how easily Two-Bit clicked with Marcia. I remember him throwing away her number later that night and muttering that it's probably a fake. There was no way a girl like her would go out with someone like him. It makes me feel sad, because despite whether your rich or poor, Two-Bit is a good guy, the best buddy anyone could have.
"You'll fall in love," I say, my words beginning to slur.
"So ya can see into the future now, Pony?"
"I know you, is all."
Two-Bit hates being alone.
Silence falls, and I begin to feel tired, probably the alcohol. I lose count of how many beers I've had which is really unlike me. So much for never drinking. But then I never thought my life would end up with me going to war.
"Why you ask, Pony?" Two-Bit says, breaking the silence.
"Just wanted to know what it felt like? Don't think I've ever felt it."
There is silence again. The words go unspoken, but we're both thinking it.
Will we survive Vietnam?
Will we ever get to know what love is?
I draw back on my cigarette, gazing up at the stars, thinking. I remember being a kid, the cabin. Mom and Dad dancing in the evening, holding each other and laughing.
'I'm gonna be just like that,' Soda tells me as we watch them dance. 'They look happy don't they, Pony? That must be love,' he sighs.
I nod. 'Yeah … I think it's love'
I shiver.
'Ya cold, Pony?' he asks, sounding worried.
"Yeah, Soda. I'm really cold. I can't get warm.'
He shakes his head, looking miserable. 'I told you not to go.'
I'm shivering. I can't stop. Everything hurts.
'I'm scared. Its cold here … why am I so cold … Soda? I think I'm dying … Soda?!'
'I told you not to go, Pony. I told you not to leave.'
Everything grows dark. Sudden terror hits me. I'm all alone. There is nothing. Everything is gone. Everyone I ever love always leaves me.
'Soda!' I scream. "Soda! Soda! Soda!" I yell over and over and over.
Someone is shaking me. I want to be free from this pain.
I'm dreaming.
This isn't real.
I'm not dying.
Open your eyes.
Open your eyes … now!
I awake with a start, gasping in deep breaths of air. My heart is pounding in my chest. I look up into Two-Bit's panic stricken face.
"Shit, Pony," he exclaims, raking a hand through his hair. "What the fuck was that? Must have been some nightmare. You scared me half to death."
I slowly sit up, taking in my surroundings. We're at the cabin. I must have fallen asleep out in the open air with Two-Bit. I'm so cold, I can barely talk.
"C'mon, let's get inside before we both freeze to death and don't even get to 'Nam."
He drags me to my feet.
I don't bother telling him it might be a better way to die. The dream has left me feeling unsettled and anxious. I should have listened to Darry. I should have gone to bed when he told me.
Two-Bit collapses on the couch. I throw a blanket over him and drink a full glass of water. I shouldn't have drank so much. I never thought I would. Everything is changing and it scares me.
As I climb into bed alongside a sleeping Soda, he stirs and automatically puts an arm across me. It's just second nature to him and I take comfort from it. Somethings don't change. The last vestige of the dream fades away.
I fall into a deep sleep.
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A/N: Thanks for reading. Please excuse any typos and leave a review. I love feedback of any kind. Tell me what you like, what you would like to see and/or whether or not you are enjoying this story.
I do like this chapter but it's a long one. I just couldn't get the end to where I wanted it. It just kept going and I do feel the ending of this chapter isn't as rounded as the rest of them, but if I didn't stop here it would just keep going!
I am most curious to see what people think. Should Pony get with Sally? Or should he remain honorable and not sleep with her? Let me know.
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