I ended up rereading the first two stories after I posted the last chapter. It took several days. My brain hurt after. But it was important. There are so many things I'd forgotten. Very interesting for me, to say the least. Anyway, here's the next chapter. Enjoy.

Shane woke up with a knee pressed into his back. He didn't want to wake up, suffering majorly from jet-lag, but it hurt so damn much.

"Sam," Shane said in a low voice. He groaned and reached around him and shoved Sam's knee back onto his side of the bed.

Sam stirred, and Shane silently prayed he would just fall back asleep. The clock said it was only half past seven. He was still so tired he felt almost hungover, though he knew he wasn't. That was one of the conditions of him taking Sam. He couldn't drink while Sam was with him, and Shane didn't want to give Mitchie a reason to not trust him when it came to alcohol ever again, so he abided by it.

To Shane's dismay Sam rubbed his eyes and sat up. He yawned and stretched, then looked around at his surroundings. He was a little confused not to wake up in his own room. The light gray walls and hardwood floors were much different from the sky-blue walls of the warm, carpeted dwelling he was used to. It took him a moment, but he then remembered he was at Shane's, and he smiled. He loved being with his dad.

"Morning, bud," Shane said in a groggy voice, sitting up as well. "Sleep okay? No nightmares?"

"Nope," Sam said proudly. He shifted so he was sitting on his knees, facing Shane. "What's for breakfast?" he asked brightly.

Shane thought about it for a moment. He hadn't had time to buy any groceries, and he knew he didn't have anything in the fridge. All his food had gone bad over the month he'd been away. Last night he'd cleaned it out to make room for the pizza… The pizza!

"Leftovers," Shane said, throwing the covers off his legs and climbing down from the high bed.

"Alright!" Sam said excitedly, hopping down from the bed as well and running past Shane, out of the room.

Shane slowly trudged after him, stopping at Sam's room in the hallway to shut the door. It had been neat before Sam had come over, but now the floor was littered with boxes and the packaging of the things Shane had brought back from Europe. He made a mental note to clean it later after he brought Sam back home, but honestly with the door closed he would probably forget until an hour before retrieving Sam for their next visit.

Caitlyn Gellar parked her sleek, red convertible in Mitchie and Alex's driveway and hopped out of the car. It was a hot day, and she was dressed for it in shorts, a light tank, and her thick, unruly curls were pulled back into a ponytail. Aviator sunglasses sat on her nose, shielding her eyes from the blinding morning sun.

She used her key to let herself in and disarmed the alarm, having done so many times before. T-Rex ran in from the living room to greet her, yipping happily when he spotted the brunette. He immediately rolled over for her to scratch his belly when he reached her. She laughed and knelt to pet the dog.

"Hey, dude," Caitlyn said, then noticed a piece of black fabric under his body. She picked it up, realizing it was a vest. "What in the world?"

She looked up and saw more clothes scattered on the floor, leading up the stairs. She began following the trail, gathering up the garments as she went, T-Rex following. Mitchie's heels and pink dress, Alex's boots, shirt, and jeans were loaded in her arms when she reached the landing to the second floor. She saw red, lacy panties as she moved down the hall, but decided to leave those on the ground. When she got to Mitchie and Alex's room she found the matching lacy bra on the door handle, and the door was closed.

Caitlyn knew better than to go in that room. She knew what awaited her. So she dropped the clothes at the threshold and went one more door down, to Sam's room. The door was open, but there was no sign of the boy. His twin bed sat in the corner, his Superman bedding unmade.

"Where's Sam, T?" Caitlyn asked the dog at her feet, who looked up at her, wagging his tail.

Caitlyn returned downstairs, going to the dark living room. He wasn't in there, either. Next she checked the kitchen, which was also empty. T-Rex went to the backdoor leading out to the yard and scratched at it. He whined and looked at Caitlyn expectantly.

"Gotta go out?" she asked the dog, who barked in response and paced in front of the door. "Come on," she said, turning the lock on the door and letting him out. She followed him out to the yard, closing the door behind her.

Alex woke to a faint sound of a thud and opened her eyes slowly. She lay on her back, Mitchie's arm draped across her chest and her head nestled into her shoulder. The sheet covered the lower half of their naked bodies, and a smile tugged at Alex's lips.

Last night had been exquisite. Alex had a love bite on her collarbone to prove it. For the first time in weeks they didn't have to try to be quiet so Sam that wouldn't hear. They had the freedom to allow every moan, sigh, and scream escape, which only added to the heat of the moment. Alex looked down at her sleeping wife, at the freckles starting to reappear under her makeup. Her lips were parted lightly, small wisps of breath escaping from a mouth that had been connected to her own and other places of her hours earlier.

Alex kissed Mitchie sweetly on the temple and dragged her nails gently against her wife's back. Mitchie shivered in response and opened her eyes, groggily meeting Alex's gaze. She gave a lazy smile, heart fluttering at having awoken to Alex watching her sleep. She never got tired of it. Some people might find it creepy, but not Mitchie. It was so endearing, and she had to admit sometimes the roles were reversed. More often then not Mitchie woke before Alex, and she always allowed herself a moment to lie there and marvel at the woman next to her. Over the years she'd made herself familiar with the details of Alex's face. Her pouty lips, round nose, and almond-shaped eyes. She felt privileged to wake up next to her every morning.

"What are you doing up so early?" Mitchie asked, glancing at the clock. It was nearly nine, and Alex was still nocturnal whenever possible. "You usually sleep 'til noon when Shane has Sam."

Alex smiled, loving how well Mitchie knew her. "I thought I heard something," she said. "Must have just been a neighbor's car door or something."

"Must have," Mitchie murmured. She reached out and moved a stray stand of hair from Alex's face. "Hi, my love. Good morning."

"Good morning," Alex responded. "How'd you sleep?"

"Amazing," Mitchie said with a grin. "But then again, I was kind of spent." She quirked an eyebrow. "Last night was…" she searched for the right words.

"Fucking incredible?" Alex smirked.

Mitchie chuckled and nodded. "Yes, exactly."

"You know," Alex began in a sultry voice, "Shane isn't supposed to have Sam back for another hour, at least. We have time for a repeat of last night. At least an abbreviated version." She wiggled her eyebrows.

"Yeah, it would have to be," Mitchie said with a laugh. "God, how many times was that? Three, four?"

"Uh, definitely four," Alex said.

Mitchie blushed and bit her lip. "No wonder my body feels like a ran a marathon," she said lowly.

"Well, it was a marathon, just no running involved."

Mitchie laughed again. "Yeah, right. You, running? Never." She sat up, untangling herself from Alex. "I need coffee first, but I think I'm for sure going to take you up on that offer."

Alex smiled, taking in the beautiful sight before her. "My offer, eh?" She sat up as well, leaning her face close to Mitchie's. "Is it an offer you can't refuse?"

"How many times do I have to ask you to stop using movie quotes as dirty talk?"

Alex thought about it for a moment. "At least five more."

Mitchie rolled her eyes and pushed Alex away from her. Alex just leaned in again and captured Mitchie's lips with her own. Mitchie smiled into it, tasting traces of the previous night's activities. She pulled away before she could give into it completely. If they kept this up they would never get out of bed.

"Come on," she said to Alex's evident disappointment. "Coffee first, then I want your ass right back in this bed."

"My ass?" Alex asked with a shit-eating grin. "What about the rest of me?"

"I fucking hate you," Mitchie said, though she was laughing.

"No, you don't," Alex said. She poked Mitchie in the ribs. Mitchie seized her hand and gave it a squeeze.

"No," she said softly. "I could never."

Mitchie tripped over the piled of clothes at their door, shaken and surprised to find them there. Someone was in the house. She and Alex locked eyes, Alex ready to go grab her baseball bat from under the bed. She stopped, however, when a wonderful smell hit her. It smelled like heaven.

"Coffee?" Alex said. "What kind of person breaks in to make coffee?"

"And why isn't the alarm tripped, or T-Rex barking like a maniac?" Mitchie wondered.

They both ran back into their room and put their robes on before hopping over the pile of clothing and making their way downstairs in search of the source of the smell. Their questions were answered when they saw Caitlyn sitting at the counter bar, holding a mug of coffee in one hand and scrolling on her phone with the other. T-Rex sat at her feet, watching her closely in case the coffee turned out to be food.

Caitlyn looked up from her phone and smirked at the women. She brought her mug to her lips and took a sip, smiling at them over the cup afterwards.

"Good morning," she said in an amused tone. "Fun night, I presume."

"Could have been a fun morning, too, but you're here now," Alex said, going over to the cabinets and taking out mugs for her and Mitchie. "So thanks for that." She grabbed the coffee pot from the machine, glad she didn't have to go through the effort of making it herself. At least when Caitlyn broke in she was useful.

"It's good to see you, too, Alex," Caitlyn said cheekily. "Now, where is my godson?"

"You don't even hug me hello?" Mitchie asked as Alex poured their coffee. "Just ask me where my spawn is?"

"How'd you even get in?" Alex asked. She took the creamer from the fridge and added it to the cups. She used a spoon to stir it in, clanking it lightly against the sides.

"I have a key, remember?" Caitlyn raised her eyebrows. "You gave it to me."

"Yeah, for, like, emergencies." Alex handed Mitchie one of the cups. "Or for when you house-sit when we're out of town."

"You knew that wasn't how this was gonna work," Caitlyn said, shaking her head.

Alex stared at her for a moment, baffled. There were very few people who challenged her with witty retorts; they were normally her forte. Caitlyn was one of those people, though.

"I'll think of a response after I have my coffee," she finally answered, taking a sip.

"You're welcome, by the way," Caitlyn said smugly. "Now, where's Sam? I come here for him, not you two." She smirked to show she was kidding…partially.

"Shane got back from London finally, so he took him last night," Mitchie explained, placing her mug on the counter. She went over to the cabinet, pulling out the loaf of bread.

"Ah, that would explain it," Caitlyn said, watching as Mitchie placed a few slices in the toaster. "When's he bringing him back?"

"An hour or so," Alex said.

"I'll wait, then." Caitlyn nodded.

"Goody," Alex said lowly, earning a look from Mitchie. She plastered on a smile. "I mean, good. Great."

Caitlyn laughed. "Honestly, you guys can go back upstairs. I don't care." She shrugged. "I'll just go in Mitchie's studio and mess around on the keyboard. I'll crank it up so loud I won't hear a thing… hopefully."

Mitchie's favorite room in the house was her studio. It was downstairs, off to the back of the house. It had a beautiful piano, an electric keyboard, multiple guitars (electric and acoustic) and a bright red drumkit, the last of which being Alex's.

"No, it's fine," Mitchie said, ignoring Alex's stare. "We should probably eat breakfast and shower and get dressed before Sam's here, anyway. Right, Alex?" She finally met her wife's eyes.

Alex sighed, knowing Mitchie had a point. "Right." She nodded. "Want some breakfast, Caitlyn?"

"Sure."

"Cool," Alex said. "Mitch, all you. I'm gonna go shower." She placed a quick kiss on her wife's cheek and turned to walk out of the room.

"Another cold one?" Mitchie asked her retreating back in a teasing manner.

"Ha, ha," Alex laughed sarcastically and left the room.

"You guys are insatiable," Caitlyn said.

Mitchie took the toast from the toaster and placed two more slices in it and pulled the lever. "You're just jealous," she said as she went into the fridge and retrieved the butter.

"I am," Caitlyn said with a slight whine. "It's been so long." She placed her elbows on the counter and rested her chin in her hands.

Caitlyn and Gabe's relationship had imploded in college, and she hadn't really dated anyone since. Partially because she developed trust issues after finding out Gabe had drunkenly slept with some sorority bitch at a party for his stupid frat that Caitlyn had refused to go to. And Caitlyn wasn't the kind of girl who could sleep with anyone. She had to feel close to them, and she hadn't let anyone get that close in a long time.

"Have you given anymore thought to dating apps?" Mitchie asked, setting a plate with buttered toast in front of Caitlyn.

"I don't know," Caitlyn said and grabbed a banana from the bowl of fruit sitting on the counter in front of her. "I know lots of people meet that way, but I've also seen every episode of Catfish. I'm skeptical."

"Well then you should know how to not get duped by a Catfish," Mitchie said. She got her own toast out the toaster and started spreading butter over it. "It's worth a shot, is all I'm saying."

"Noted," Caitlyn said, and bit into her toast.

Mitchie sighed, knowing that was the end of the conversation. She felt bad for Caitlyn. She was a great girl who had so much to offer, and what Gabe did was inexcusable. No one deserved to lie awake at night wondering why they weren't good enough, let alone her wonderful best friend. Caitlyn deserved to be with someone who treated her like the treasure she was, but Caitlyn was stubborn. And picky. She constantly found something wrong with every guy she dated, or got ghosted by the ones she did actually like. It was a viscous cycle, and while Mitchie's heart ached for her friend, she was also thankful she didn't have to deal with dating in the current times. It sounded ridiculous.

Around ten Mitchie, Caitlyn, and Alex heard a knock on the door. Alex ran over to answer it, T-Rex on her heels.

"That must be Shane," Mitchie said, pausing the show they had been watching on the Smart TV.

"I have a key and Shane doesn't?" Caitlyn asked with a pleased smile.

"No, he does, he just doesn't abuse it like you do," Mitchie said, patting her friend on the knee.

Sam's voice floated into the room, his giggles echoing off the walls as Alex picked him up and swung him around upon seeing him. Moments later the eight-year-old ran into the room, chased by his small, brown companion. Alex and Shane appeared in the doorway shortly after, Sam's bag slung over Shane's shoulder.

"Nanny!" Sam exclaimed, throwing his arms around Caitlyn's neck.

"Hey, you," Caitlyn said with a laugh, patting his back.

"Really, Sam?" Mitchie asked, a little hurt. "You say hi to her before me?"

"Sorry, Mom," Sam said. He took a seat beside her on the couch and kissed her cheek. "I missed you."

"I missed you," she responded, affectionately stroking his hair. "Did you have fun? What did you do?"

"They went see the new Jurassic World," Caitlyn answered, looking at her phone.

Shane's jaw dropped. "How did you know?"

"I'm literally reading about it on TMZ right now," Caitlyn answered, holding up her phone to show the article.

"I'm on the internet?" Sam exclaimed excitedly. "Lemme see!" He grabbed the phone from her.

Mitchie fixed Shane with a hard look before peeking at the phone over Sam's shoulder.

"Shane, didn't we just discuss this yesterday morning?" Alex asked.

"Technically that conversation was about Jurassic Park," Shane said slowly.

"Same difference!"

"He wanted to see it!" Shane held up his hands in defense. "He's older now, he said he'd be fine."

"And you believed him?" Caitlyn asked with a snort. "Even I know better."

"Listen to this, 'Rockstar dad Shane Gray takes son on outing,'" Mitchie said, reading the headline. "Great. You do the thing I told you not to do, and you get praised by the press. I let him ride a bike without a helmet one time and people threaten to call social services on me." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Because that's fair."

When Mitchie, and by association Alex and Sam, became famous people of course wanted to know who the father was. It was something she knew was unavoidable, but something she wanted to reveal on her terms. That's why they all went through such lengths to keep Tess from spilling the beans nearly seven summers ago during Mitchie's second stint at Camp Rock. After months of hounding by the press, though, Mitchie, Alex, and Shane talked it over and decided it was best to just come clean before anything got leaked out. That way they were in control of the story. They decided to do a YouTube video, giving out very few fine-tuned details, only giving the basic information. It was met with millions of views and comments within the first few hours. After that the paparazzi followed Mitchie and Alex wherever they went.

After a few weeks it died down, and the photo hounds were onto their next story. But they still had a few that liked to hang out every now and then, and with Mitchie in and out of the studio working on a new album, they were anxious to get a scoop.

"Figures," Alex said. "We can't do anything right apparently." She sat in an armchair adjacent to the couch and propped her feet up on the coffee table.

"Sam, why don't you and Nanny bring T-Rex outside?" Mitchie asked her son. "Mama and I need to talk to your dad."

"Okay," he said, jumping to his feet. "Let's go, Nanny." He grabbed her hand and pulled her off the couch.

"This can't be good," Shane said as Sam and Caitlyn left the room with the dog. He sighed and went to sit on the couch next to Mitchie, placing Sam's bag beside him. "Look, I'm sorry about the movie. It was a dumb move."

"Oh, this isn't about the movie," Mitchie said, waving off his comment.

"It's not?" Alex said, a confused look on her face.

"No, it's about the other thing," Mitchie said with a pointed look.

"We're telling him now?"

Mitchie shrugged. "Why not?"

"Can someone please tell me what you're talking about?" Shane interrupted, looking back and forth between the women.

Mitchie and Alex exchanged a nod, and Mitchie cleared her throat.

"We're having a baby," she told him.

Shane starred at her for a moment, stunned. This was not what he'd expected.

"Hold on," he said, scratching his head. "At the risk of sounding stupid: how? I mean, you're gay."

"Very observant of you, Shane," Alex said sarcastically. "What tipped you off? Was it our wedding- which you attended?"

Shane rolled his eyes at her. "Okay, you know what I meant." He looked at Mitchie. "I know how we got Sam, because I was there. But you and Alex weren't together then. How does it work without… you know, the guy?" He quickly held up his hands at the look she gave him. "Hey, I'm not trying to be offensive. I just really don't know."

"It's called artificial insemination, Shane," Mitchie explained. "We just need a sperm donor, and doctors will do the rest."

"Oh," Shane slowly. "So… Are you… Is this you asking me for my sperm?"

"Oh, god, no!" Alex exclaimed, disgust showing on her face. "I don't want any part of your DNA in my body."

"In your body?" Shane asked, turning to her. "You're having the baby?" Alex nodded, raising her eyebrows. Shane let out a low whistled, and said, "I did not see that coming. I mean, I really didn't. I can't picture you pregnant, Alex."

"Why?" she questioned, glaring. "Is it because I'm so butch?"

"I called you that one time," he said quickly. "And I have since apologized." His brows knit together as a thought occurred to him. "So if you're not asking me for sperm, who is your donor?"

"Justin," Alex said, leaning back into the armchair.

Shane shook his head lightly and blinked at her. "Your brother?"

Alex nodded. "He signed the papers this week and got them back to us."

"Alright, I know I don't know much, but I know you can't have a baby with your brother," Shane said. "Even if there's no sex involved, it's still kind of incest."

"Not if it's my egg," Mitchie said casually, inspecting her nails.

"Come again?" Shane stared at her.

"Her egg, my uterus," Alex said, placing her hand on her stomach.

"What?" Shane asked, still not quite following.

"My bun, her oven," Mitchie said. "Like a surrogate."

"They can do that now?" Shane asked in amazement.

"Um, yeah," Mitchie said with a laugh. "Lots of people do it, not just gay people. A lot of rich folks who don't want to go through pregnancy or don't want it to interfere with work."

"Celebrities, too," Alex added. "That's how Kim and Kanye had their last kid. You didn't hear about that?"

"I did, but I didn't know it was another woman's eggs," Shane said. "I thought it was the eggs of the woman who carried it."

"Well, you learn something new every day," Alex told him. "So you're welcome."

Shane sighed and rubbed his temples. "My head hurts." He looked back and forth between the women. "But congrats. Really. I'm happy for you both."

Mitchie reached out and grabbed his hand, bringing it away from his head. She squeezed his fingers lightly.

"Thank you," she said softly.

"Of course," he said, nodding. "You deserve this. You're an awesome mom," he turned to Alex. "You, too." He offered her a smile. She returned it, grateful.

That meant a lot, especially since in the early days of Alex and Shane's relationship he had the audacity to claim Alex wasn't Sam's mom. He'd since learned his lesson, in a big way.

"And," Shane continued, "I'm happy it's on your own terms this time." He looked at her apologetically. "Have I mentioned recently how sorry I still am?"

"No, but I never get tired of hearing it," Mitchie said, narrowing her eyes at him.

"I'll never stop saying it," Shane told her. "Or making it up to you." He took his hand back and placed it in his lap. "Actually, there's something I was hoping to talk to you about, and this seems as good a time as any."

"Okay?" Mitchie looked at him quizzically.

Shane hesitated, trying to figure out the best way to go about this. He had to tread lightly. If he used the wrong words his question was sure to be met with a resounding no. Or in Alex's case a fuck no.

"So, Sam told me last night he wanted to spend more time with me," he began slowly. "And I'd kind of like that, too. I know we had the every-other-weekend agreement," he glanced back and forth between the women, growing nervous at their blank expressions, "but that was when Sam was still getting used to me. He hated being away from you. He asked to be brought back to your house the first few times I took him."

"We remember," Mitchie said, smiling at the memory. It was a little endearing that Sam couldn't be away from them. And to be honest they'd missed him the moment he left and were thrilled when Shane called to say they were coming back. But things were different now. Sam was older. He loved going to Shane's, and Mitchie and Alex had grown to enjoy their time alone. Plus, with a baby about to be added to the equation it would probably be nice to have more help with Sam.

"I know I'm not the perfect father," Shane continued. "Far from it. But I want to try to be better. I'm trying every day."

"Yeah, Shane, and we see that," Alex said. "But being a parent is more than the fun and games you're used to. You have him for a day, maybe two. On the weekends." She shook her head. "It's so much harder during the week. You have to wake him up, pack his lunch, bring him to school, pick him up, help him with his homework, make sure he bathes and brushes his teeth."

"I could handle all of that," he said defensively. "Besides, he's in second grade. How hard can his homework be?"

"You'd be surprised," Mitchie said. "They changed math."

"How do you change math?" Shane asked. "Like, it's math. How do you possibly change two plus two?"

"You're preaching to the choir, here," Alex said, growing frustrated just thinking about it. She hated math to begin with, and of course school had to go and make it worse. Typical. "But honestly, Shane, I don't think you know what you're getting yourself into. Part-time parenting is a lot harder than full-time. You have to actually set structure and rules, and that's not something I think you can do."

"We could always write him up a rule list for him to follow," Mitchie said thoughtfully.

Alex stared at the songstress. "Mitch, tell me you're not considering this."

"Why not?" she asked with a shrug. "Shane has surprised both of us and stepped up in ways you nor I ever expected him to."

"Uh, I'm sitting right here," Shane said, raising a hand to express his presence.

"He wants to make our lives a little easier and give us a break," Mitchie went on, ignoring the man. "I say let him. It would give us more time together, just the two of us. I know you love that." Mitchie gave her a smile, which Alex returned shyly with a blush. "Plus, once you're pregnant it's going to be tougher on both of us. Sam may not get all the attention he's used to, especially when the baby comes. Maybe this could be a good thing."

Alex stared at Mitchie, stunned. She couldn't believe she was hearing this. Shane was never supposed to be part of Sam's life. That was never part of the plan. Then again, plans changed. All the time. And you must adapt. After all, Mitchie had a point. It would be nice to have more time together, just them. And as much as she would miss Sam, she knew things would be harder with a baby on the way. God, was she actually starting to like this idea?

"Fine," she finally agreed with a heavy sigh. Shane pumped his fist in the air triumphantly, so Alex quickly added, "But on a trial basis only for the time being."

Shane nodded his head. "Of course, yeah." He smiled. "Thank you. Really." He looked to Mitchie. "So, when can I take him again?"

Mitchie pondered for a moment. "Well, let's start small. Tomorrow's Monday. How about you start picking him up and bringing him to school in the morning, then pick him back up and bring him back here after?" she offered. "Then Thursday you can bring him back to your place after school and keep him 'til Sunday. Sound good?"

"That'll give us time to come up with our list of rules," Alex added, reminding Shane of the responsibility before he got too excited.

"Great," Shane said, his smile not faltering. "You won't regret this, I promise."

"Time will tell," Alex said. "You wanna go tell him the good news?"

"Yeah," Shane said, standing.

"One more thing," Mitchie added quickly. "Only tell him that news, not our news." She gestured back and forth between her and Alex. "We don't want him to know anything just yet."

"Your secret is safe with me," Shane said with a wink before walking to the doorway leading to the kitchen.

Alex waited for him to exit the room to speak again. "Are you sure about this?" she asked.

Mitchie looked to her. "No, but I think it's worth exploring."

"I hope you're right."

Mitchie stood from the couch and went over to Alex, sitting in her lap. Alex wrapped her arms around Mitchie's torso, holding her close.

"I hope I am, too," Mitchie said with a sigh. "We'll figure it out, though. We always do."

Alex nodded and kissed Mitchie quickly on the lips. After she gazed at Mitchie, trying to be confident. She wanted Mitchie to be right, she wanted to feel okay. But at the moment she just wasn't sure. A part of her still didn't trust Shane, even though Mitchie seemed to have forgiven his past discrepancies (though they were never forgotten). So, she kissed Mitchie again, because kissing Mitchie was one of the few things that reassured her. When she kissed Mitchie all her fears vanished. There was nothing else, just Mitchie. With every moment their lips were pressed together Alex's anxiety eased, and she started to feel like maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.

And there you have it. Now you know what they're up to. Review if you wish, tell me your thoughts.

Until next time,

-DF