Alan sighed sharply as he tolerated his brother and grandmother giving him a bath, per doctor's instructions before he had to go to the courthouse for the trial. Holding a little hand towel, Alan tried to make it seem like he could cover up.
"Oh Alan stop it. You don't have anything that grandma and I haven't seen before." Virgil said as he swiped a soapy washcloth over Alan's lower stomach, seeing how tightly Alan was clutching the towel to his privates.
"Easy for you to say. I've had more than enough people looking at me and my family jewels during bath times. I'd like to have some semblance of modesty left after I get out of the hospital and having my brother cleaning me down there is not letting me have my dignity." Alan argued as he seemed to hold the towel that much closer to his lower half. "Please, I'll clean myself there, I'd rather not having you or grandma doing it. Please."
Virgil gave Alan an exasperated look before handing over the washcloth and looking away so Alan could wash up. Grandma did the same and looked off in another direction as Alan washed. Once he'd finished, he handed Virgil the washcloth again, a fiery blush at having to clean himself with two family members present burning brightly on his face. That was probably the most humiliating thing he'd ever gone through. Scratch that, the most humiliating had been when Virgil had to check the placement of his catheter this morning, again per doctor's orders as well as clean the damn tubing. Alan never wanted anyone that close to him and especially not one of his older brothers; thus the reason for his being so adamant when it came to bath time. He was a big boy, he could wash himself thank you very much.
"Alright, close your eyes and I'll get your hair wet so grandma can wash your hair." Virgil said as he filled a cup with lukewarm water from the tap to pour over Alan's hair. Alan sighed but did as his brother told him. Holding his breath, Alan shivered when the water was poured over his head and he grimaced when Virgil's big paw of a hand swiped the water out of his eyes. Why did he feel like he was five years old during bath time?
After grandma got his hair all sudsy and Virgil at the expense of Alan created bull horns with his soapy, sudsy hair; Alan was finally allowed to have his hair rinsed so that he could at least try to get dressed. He never felt more embarrassed in his life than he did with his grandma and brother giving him a bath and seeing parts of him that hadn't been seen by anyone in his family since Alan quit running around the house sans clothing when he was three.
When he was finally patted dry, Virgil picked him up from the bath chair, the hospital loaned for the day wrapped all snuggly warm in a towel and carried him out to set him on the bed where his clothes had been laid out for him. Alan endured having his brother carefully thread his limbs through arm and leg holes in his clothes in order to get him dressed and Alan got to experience standing for a moment for the first time in almost four months when, due to his being sat down while getting dressed his sweatpants went on crooked and were causing pressure on one of Alan's healing surgical points on his thigh. Virgil called Scott in to come help, since grandma though strong couldn't support and hold Alan upright without feeling like they were going to topple over. Alan wrapped his arms around Scott's neck as though he were giving him a hug and stood when Scott counted to three and held him up, feet suspended a couple inches over the floor. Virgil worked quickly and corrected the seam before helping to lower Alan in the wheelchair they'd also gotten from the hospital. It was a wheelchair for someone of moderate size and was a fancy chair, allowing Alan to recline back instead of sitting upright and as a result Alan chose to sit more on his left hip rather than his butt because that's what felt most comfortable.
Scott knelt by Alan's feet, slippers in hand before gently slipping them on Alan's feet. Looking up at his brother, Scott offered a smile to his nervous little brother. Alan returned the smile albeit a bit shaky.
"All finished Al." Scott said as he winked at Alan, trying to send him the unsaid words of comfort Alan needed. At Alan's look of nervousness increasing, Scott stood up and pressed his forehead against Alan's. "What's wrong little brother?"
"I wish you hadn't said that." Alan murmured as he looked at his older brother. "I'm not ready."
"Al, you'll never be ready to face him. But you've got to do it to show that little prick who is boss. Nobody hurts Alan Shepard Tracy and gets away with it." Scott said as he rubbed the tip of his nose against Alan's, reviving the old tradition he did to cheer Alan up when they were both younger boys. "You do fine kiddo and you'll kick ass."
"Then why do I feel like I want to throw up?" Alan asked, his voice unsure and completely opposite the headstrong and cocky teenager he put on display around his family and friends.
"Because you're scared and you're getting yourself worked up. Dad, the boys, grandma and I will all be there. You can do it, you will do it and you'll be just that much stronger in my eyes for it. You can do it, get out there and show him who is boss." Scott whispered, reassuring Alan before he hugged his quivering little brother. Alan nodded before clutching at the blanket that Virgil draped over his lap. The moment over, Alan was wheeled from the room with grandma, Scott and Virgil practically as his bodyguards.
Entering the elevator that'd take them to the hotel lobby, Alan caught a glimpse of his reflection and couldn't help but think he looked like death warmed over. Breathing deeply through his nose, Alan tried not to shudder. He was terrified, petrified pretty much any and all synonym that meant scared out of his gourd.
When the elevator doors opened, Alan was met with his dad, Gordon and John wearing pressed suits and shined shoes. He rarely saw Gordon in a suit and he looked down at his own wardrobe feeling out of place and tacky. His grandma was at least wearing what she called her Sunday best. He was stuck looking like he'd just rolled out of bed and he felt ashamed of how he looked. Gordon seemed to be thinking along the same lines as Alan because he stepped forward and crouched before Alan and whispered the words Alan needed to hear so desperately. Nodding at the words Gordon whispered to him, Alan felt better but only just. His dad took over wheeling Alan's wheelchair and the hotel shuttle got him loaded into their handicap van, making Alan feel useless. He was an invalid for the first time in his life and he felt it.
When the van pulled up in front of the courthouse, Alan really felt like he wanted to throw up. News crews, reporters, spectators – absolutely everyone was gathered outside the courthouse. Alan felt like the whole world was watching and that all eyes were on him. Gordon removed his suit jacket and draped it over Alan's head as soon as the cameras were all aimed at them and the shuttle driver exited the vehicle to help Alan off the lift. Lights started flashing and Alan ducked his head under the jacket, shame and embarrassment; making him feels a billion times worse than he had when Virgil and his grandmother were giving him a bath this morning.
The shuttle driver didn't say anything, but he nodded at Jeff and watched as the family formed a protective circle around Alan to try to block the cameras shots aimed at him. The boys and grandma all held up an arm to block their faces and pushed through the crowds. Barrett stood inside the door and he opened the door letting the family enter while security pushed reporters and photographers back at the door. Once they were in the building, Alan whose face was a whiter shade of pale and shaking violently requested he be taken to the bathroom. The family was concerned, but Alan grabbed Gordon's hand – choosing the brother he wanted to take him to the bathroom.
Once they were in the bathroom, Alan doubled over, breathing heavy and to the point of hyperventilating. Gordon jumped to, locking the bathroom door so that it was just them in there and he worked feverishly to get Alan to calm down before he passed out. Once Alan had calmed down, he latched onto Gordon; hugging him tightly around the waist.
"Are you gonna be okay to go out there kiddo?" Gordon asked.
"Do I even have a choice in the matter?" Alan asked, his eyes welling with tears as he reached his breaking point for the day. "I can't do this Gordy…I can't!"
"You can Allie, don't tell yourself you can't do anything." Gordon said as he sat on the plush bench inside the bathroom. He held Alan's hand, used his other hand to wipe away fallen tears from Alan's face. "You can do this kiddo, I know you can. Come on, you know you can."
"I can't. I just can't!" Alan whimpered as a few tears fell.
"Alan…you can. I know you can. Quit telling yourself that you can't!" Gordon admonished in a whisper as he lightly shook his brother. "You are not a quitter! Tracy's don't quit and you won't quit by saying you can't! So get that word out of your vocabulary!" Gordon fixed Alan with a stern glare until Alan nodded with a hiccup. Hugging his brother tightly, Gordon asked him if he was ready and with a nod Alan and Gordon left the men's room. The family was gathered a short distance away and Virgil was pulled aside by Gordon who whispered to him the extent of the bathroom visit. Turning to his brother, Virgil and everyone gathered around Alan before hugged him or gave him word of encouragement. Once Alan looked like he was ready, the bailiff who showed up just in time called everyone to the courtroom to hear testimony and argument in the case of Tracy-Hackenbacker-VS-Flint.
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Sitting in the court room, Jeff, grandma, and the boys sat in the front row. Alan was wheeled in by Barrett when they entered the courtroom and headed to the plaintiff's table. Robert entered the room, escorted by police and guards before they removed his handcuffs and allowed him to sit. The lawyer Robert's father hired for him entered barely a second after Robert and she took her seat beside Robert – blocking his view of Alan. The bailiff stepped forward before speaking.
"Everybody please rise as the honorable Judge Dusty Somers presiding." As soon as everybody stood, or in Alan's case sat up straighter in his chair the judge went through the spiel before the judge entered. When she came in and sat down, the bailiff spoke.
"Thank you Adrick." The judge said before taking a breath. "So today, we are gathered today to hear testimony from one of the victims of the fire Alan Tracy."
Barrett stood up at that, acknowledging the judge and what she said. "Yes ma'am."
"Please call your first witness counselor." Judge Somers said as she looked out over the packed courtroom. There were reporters standing just inside the door, recorders at the ready and one camera present in the room.
Barrett stood and walked away from his table, leaving Alan alone for a few moments.
"Approximately four months ago, my client Alan Tracy woke up to discover his dorm at Wharton's school for boys alight with flames. His roommate and himself hurriedly left the room in order to escape. They fled from the fire, obtaining life changing injuries as a result and now they are receiving the best care possible to try and heal their wounds. Prior to the fire though, my client was bullied and was relentlessly picked on by bullies." Barrett said as he walked before the jury that had long since filed in. Everybody looked at Barrett until he turned to look at Alan. "I call my client Alan Tracy to the stand to tell his story about what allegedly happened the day and night of December 19."
Alan gulped audibly and he looked back at his dad and brothers, face ashen before the bailiff walked over and directed Alan's wheelchair to sit in front of the witness stand. Meeting Robert's eye, Alan was quick to look away with eyes practically oozing terror and insignificance. The bailiff walked over and stood before Alan, holding a bible before Alan and making him place his hand on top of it.
"Do you solemnly swear that you will tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?" The bailiff asked as he looked at Alan.
"I do." Alan replied meeting the bailiff's eyes, before meeting the eyes of his brothers, father and grandmother. They all nodded at him, yet remained stone faced.
"Alan, please explain for the courts your account of what occurred on the morning of December 19." Barrett requested as he looked at the boy, who looked five rather than fifteen sat in an oversized wheelchair, in clothes at least two sizes too big.
Alan took a deep breath before he began to explain his morning to the courts.
"Hey Ferm, want to go get some breakfast?" Alan asked as he exited the bathroom, t-shirt in hand.
Fermat who was sat at his desk, having just finished a video call with his father nodded at the older boy. He'd gotten his shower before accepting a call from his dad and so both boys were up and ready to go.
Stepping into their shoes, both Alan and Fermat grabbed their school blazers, a burden to wear in class, especially if it got too hot in the classroom, but nice to have for the short walk from the dorms to the cafeteria across the green. Going out into the hall, Alan and Fermat talked as they went to go get breakfast. It was something Alan looked forward to for the most part. Biscuits and gravy reminded him of when he lived with his grandmother. She always made him biscuits and gravy for breakfast at the start of every week before he went to school.
"So are you looking forward to the game?" Alan asked as he looked at his friend. They'd be leaving in the next day and a half for the basketball game a few hours away then come back and prepare to go out for Christmas break and Alan was genuinely excited.
"Y-You bet Alan. What about y-you? Nervous?" Fermat asked as he jogged beside Alan to keep up with his friend's longer legged pace.
"Yeah a little bit nervous. I mean, coach made me a starter! Who does that, with freshmen no less?" Alan asked, feeling the pressure of the coaches decision. "Come on, I want to get breakfast before everybody else eats it all."
Alan and Fermat sped up and went to get food. They managed to be one of the first in line, getting their breakfast while it was still hot and delicious. They both practically devoured their food and before long they'd returned to their dorms to brush their teeth and grab their backpacks for the day. As they were in route to their classes, Alan and Fermat had to split up. Alan had math first class of the morning while Fermat had trigonometry.
On his way to math class, Alan was stopped by Robert.
"Hey Trash Heap! You got my money?" Robert asked as he grabbed Alan by the arm and swinging the boy behind a tree before grabbing Alan by the collar of his blazer.
"No I don't Robert. When are you going to get it through your thick skull that I don't owe you any money?" Alan asked as he tried to wrench away from Robert.
"Ah, ah, ah Trash Heap. If I don't get my money, I'm afraid it's going to end badly for you today." Robert said before he swung his fist and placed a well-aimed punch on Alan's lower ribs. Alan swore he saw grey for a moment as he felt his floater rib pop out of place. Coughing painfully Alan wrapped an arm around his chest as he tried to protect his injured ribs from further injury. "If I don't get my money by the time class lets out it's gonna get ugly Alan."
"He's lying!" Robert shot up from his seat, startling everyone in the courtroom including the judge. Alan jumped in his seat and his brow furrowed. Alan began squirming backwards in his seat as Robert crossed around the table, beginning to advance on the testifying victim. Everybody in the courtroom saw how scared Alan was and the bailiff barely got Robert restrained when it became apparent that Robert meant to cause harm to Alan if the raised and balled fist meant anything to anybody. "The little lying prick! He's lying! He's just trying to cry wolf! I'm innocent! I never made such threats to the little cry baby prick!"
Alan appeared visibly shaken by the experience, his face a sickly white. Barrett stepped forward to guard Alan in case Robert got loose from the bailiff who was struggling to hold him.
"Bailiff remove him from my courtroom!" Judge Somers ordered as she pounded on her gavel trying to return order to the murmuring courthouse.
"I hope you're happy with the lies you've been telling Trash Heap! Bet your mommy would be proud of the little sick bastard she gave birth to! That is why she killed herself after all! You hear me! This isn't over! I'll find you and I'll kill you when I get out of here! Mark my words! I'LL KILL YOU!" Robert bellowed as the bailiff was joined by two of the guards that escorted Robert in. The younger boy fought against the three guards, screaming and shouting obscenities and insults until the moment he was dragged from the courtroom.
The moment Robert was removed from the room, all eyes returned to focus on Alan as the damaged teen sat silently tears streaming down his face from the insults that had been hurled at him which included mentions of his mother.
"I'm going to call a recess for an hour." Judge Somers stated before she hammered her gavel down. Once that'd been done, Alan was wheeled from the area by Barrett and straight out into the hall. His family followed and when they exited the courtroom, Alan's family converged on the weeping teen and began showering him with affection.
"You did so good Alan, I'm so proud of you." Jeff said before he pressed a kiss to Alan's forehead, trying to comfort his distraught son. Hugging him gently he whispered to Alan. "You know not to believe a word of what Robert says about you right?"
Alan nodded slowly, and he knew not to believe anything Robert said…but it still didn't stop the words from hurting him. They sunk in like a hot knife in butter and the words Robert hurled at him hurt. It made Alan seriously question whether his mom had sacrificed herself for him and it made Alan hate himself for wishing his mother had just let him die in the avalanche instead of saving him.
Once Alan was calmed, Alan was taken upstairs by Virgil to a quiet lounge area to rest. The rest of the family sat in the hall talking amongst themselves about what they witnessed. When Virgil exited the room a few moments later, it was with a tired smile that told everyone that he'd gotten Alan to close his eyes and get a bit of a cat nap before he'd have to go out and finish testifying.
"I can't believe Robert had the balls to try and attack Alan there in the courtroom." Scott said as he thought back on that hair raising moment when Robert raised his fist – prepared to punch Alan before the bailiff caught the raised arm and yanked it behind his back. Alan was prepared for the hit…it only occurred to Scott at that moment. But Scott realized that Alan had visibly tensed for the attack and it made Scott feel heart sick for the fact that apparently Alan had been used as a punching bag enough to grow accustomed to it.
"I was prepared to go break the little bitch's arm if he touched Alan." Gordon growled as he took advantage of his grandma and father's absence. They were meeting with Barrett trying to get everyone a coffee.
"I'd have joined you Gordo." John said as he looked towards the door, wishing he could see and comfort his baby brother.
Meanwhile Alan who'd pulled the wool over Virgil's eyes was awake and staring ahead of him. He knew Robert had a fiery and dangerous temper, but he didn't think Robert would lose it like that and threaten to hurt and or kill him like that in front of so many witnesses. And Alan had no doubts that Robert would make good on his threats. He didn't want to go back out there and he tried to figure out a way to not go back out there.
Not seeing any other way, Alan looked around trying to find something to use to aid him against going back out. He really didn't want to go back out there. Not if there was a chance that Robert would be there, threatening him and intimidating him like before. His stomach grumbled and it was then Alan was reminded he hadn't eaten anything before going to the courthouse. He'd refused food because he was afraid it wouldn't stay down and he didn't want to make a spectacle of himself in front of the judge or embarrass his family.
Wrapping an arm around his stomach, Alan grimaced as hunger pangs began assaulting his stomach. Looking to the door, Alan opened his mouth.
"Virge? Are you still there? Virgie?" Alan asked as his stomach grumbled its displeasure at being hungry. Thankfully the door opened and Virgil looked in the room, surprised that Alan was awake when he'd only just laid down for a quick nap.
"Hey, Sprout…what're you doing awake?" Virgil asked as he entered the room, followed by Scott, John and Gordon. The medic spied Alan's arm wrapped around his stomach. "Are you feeling okay?"
"I don't feel good Virge." Alan whined, willing his face to turn green for effect. "Can we go?"
Virgil looked at his brother before walking over to sit by him. He placed his hand tentatively over Alan's stomach, joining Alan's hand which was rubbing his own belly.
"Are you feeling sick?" Virgil asked as he rubbed the relaxed stomach, hearing it gurgle as if in warning of something.
Alan nodded, putting his puppy eyes to work and poking out his bottom lip. He really didn't want to go back out there and if lying about feeling sick when he was just hungry was all it took, then by all means in Alan's book.
"Let me go see if I can talk to dad into letting us take you back to the hotel to rest. Maybe after that display of Robert's the judge and jury won't need the rest of your testimony." Virgil said as he stood up, playing with Alan's hair in the process. Turning to John and Gordon he spoke. "John, Gordo can you stay to keep Al company while Scott and I go see if I can find dad?"
"Sure." John said as he sat beside Alan, joined by Gordon who both began tending to Alan in attempt to make him feel better. Virgil and Scott stepped out and began walking down the hall.
"So you think Alan is really sick?" Scott asked as he followed the medic down the hall.
"Nope, not for a bit." Virgil replied, knowing that Alan was pulling his leg. "I heard his stomach growl…he's feeling sick to his stomach simply because he's hungry."
"So, what's the plan?" Scott asked, knowing Virgil was working on a plan as they spoke.
"Well, personally I'm tempted to tell dad that Alan's not well just so Alan doesn't have to go back out there, but then I then want to go get Alan something to snack on because I know he's hungry and probably really sick to his stomach." Virgil said as he walked, arms crossed over his broad chest. "I don't want Alan to go back out and face that dick again."
"I'm with you there bro." Scott said. He like Gordon was prepared to break a couple of bones if Robert laid a hand on Alan again, but the bailiff managed to intercept it.
"What do you think? Should we tell dad Alan's not well and we don't think he should go back out there or do you think we should just make Alan go back out and finish?" Virgil asked as they reached the elevator.
"I'd rather Alan not go back out there, but I'm afraid if we tell the judge Alan's not well that she'll make Alan come back and do this again – thereby making Alan's stay in the hospital just that much longer." Scott said as he leaned back against the wall of the elevator.
"I guess that settles it. The show must go on." Virgil said as they reached the cafeteria where they spotted Ruth, Jeff and Barrett still at the ordering counter. "I'm going to grab Al a PB&J and see if that fixes his feeling sick to his stomach feeling."
Scott nodded his agreement to Virgil who pulled out his wallet after picking up the PB&J from the cooler. Jeff, Barrett, and Ruth looked over just after Virgil paid for his purchase of a small carton of milk and the PB&J. The looks they sent over shook Scott, but he sent a backwards glance at Virgil, silently telling him to go give Alan the snack in hopes he'd eat and get some nourishment. Heaven knew the kid barely even ate his dinner the night previous because he was so nervous about today.
Scott walked up to his dad, grandma and Barrett – grim faced. "What's going on?"
"I was asking Barrett if Alan had to go back out there and unfortunately he does. Regardless if we don't like it." Jeff said, angry that the courts were still expecting Alan to go back out and face Robert after what had happened not even an hour ago. "How's your brother holding up?"
"He's not feeling too hot but Virge has gone to see if he can get Alan to eat something before he has to go back out." Scott said, telling his dad the truth about Alan feeling unwell. "As you'd guess, he's feeling sick to his stomach and is trying to get out of going back out, but it's because he hasn't eaten anything adequate since breakfast yesterday."
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Alan sat in the courtroom once more after the recess had come to a close. His face was actually green this time as he'd actually managed a few bites of the sandwich and sips of milk. He swallowed thickly as he tried not to focus on the churning in his stomach. He really didn't think he could do this. Robert was sat at the table, permanent sneer etched unto his features and he had handcuffs in place this time as well as cuffs around his ankles. The blow up earlier showed how violent he was and had the potential to be so to protect those in the courtroom, mainly being Alan the judge mandated Robert is restrained anytime Alan is in the same room as Robert.
"Please continue Mr. Tracy." Judge Somers said as she looked over the terrified teen as he began to recount what happened.
A knock sounded on the door, and the office aid entered the room. Alan recognized him as one of the boys that picked on him with Robert.
"Excuse ma'am. Alan Tracy's got a phone call at the office that he needs to take. I was sent here to bring him back to the office."
"Go ahead Alan." The teacher said as she excused Alan from class – not bothering to write a hall pass as someone from the office came to retrieve Alan.
Alan gathered his books and shoved them in his backpack. He doubted there was a call at the office, his family would be asleep by now and his grandma knew not to call him at school until he was out of class. That made Alan suspicious up until he was grabbed by both Mason and Kolby and dragged downstairs to the boiler room. Robert threatened him with a lighter, making threats about burning Alan and he singed a bit of hair that hung from his bangs. With the threat made, Alan was released to return to class after he'd gotten another well aimed punch to the ribs.
"Very well Alan. What happened next?" Barrett asked, wanting to continue on the tale. Alan nodded before continuing.
Alan had gotten a note in class from Robert, and they both passed it back and forth to each other; Alan telling Robert to leave him alone while Robert was pestering him about giving him money that he owed him. The teacher intercepted the note and after reading through it briefly took both boys to the office to see the headmaster.
The headmaster read the note and issued detention to both boys despite the material of the note being a threat on Alan's life. After telling both boys he'd be calling their parents, he dismissed them. Alan went to the bathroom and had only just lowered his fly when Robert grabbed him and dragged him into the handicap stall to beat up on him. After he'd shoved Alan's face in the toilet he left Alan and hurried out of the room in case anybody caught them in the compromising position. Alan picked himself back up and straightened his clothes as best he could before going to his and Fermat's dorm.
"So the defendant beat you up whilst you were trying to use the facilities?" Barrett asked as he looked over in Robert's direction.
"Yes sir." Alan whispered. He kept his gaze down at this hands, not wanting to see the look on Robert's face.
"Please continue." Barrett said.
After dinner and another encounter with Robert, Alan and Fermat retried to their room. Alan wasn't feeling good after he'd thrown up from the knee in his stomach and Fermat wanted his best friend to rest. Both boys stood side by side as they brushed their teeth. Fermat was silently cataloging Alan's visible injuries and was trying to figure out a way to tell his dad and Alan's dad. Alan didn't want his dad to know for fear that he'd be ashamed of his son's weakness.
Both boys went to bed shortly thereafter – the clock not even striking eight in the evening. Their room was quiet for a while until they were woken up by a dull roar. Alan came awake first and was immediately choked by the thick smoke dancing in the room. He clutched at his throat as he struggled to breath and when he tried to get up he tripped over his slipper and fell to the ground, barely coming awake when Fermat grabbed him up – hands under his armpits and dragging both him and his best friend to the shower to figure their plan of escape.
AN: So as you might have guessed, things are starting to heat up a little in the story. Robert has shown his temper and how dangerous he can be, while Alan has done seemingly the impossible and faced his tormentor publicly. As for the bath scene at the beginning of this chapter, I was basing around my experience when I was taking part in my clinical hours at a nursing home. I had a number of guys that I had to give baths to blush and look away in embarrassment because of having a young woman cleaning them from messes they couldn't help making and a few that actually got mad enough to yell and scream at my clinical partner and I. I was using some of the medical training, like Alan providing his own privacy since it didn't seem to bother grandma Ruth or Virgil at Alan's birthday suit, as I'm sure they saw him naked enough on occasion whilst he was growing up...I mean come on little kids streak...god knows my brother did on multiple occasions while we were growing up and it certainly doesn't bother my nephew when he runs through the house naked as the day he was born.
I can't say when I'll update again, my work schedule is going to become crazy with Fourth of July coming up and I am already meeting myself going and coming most days. But nevertheless I will work on this some more now that my muse seems to have returned once more.
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