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Bella POV (Chapter 15)


We lay in the silence after making love, and it was pure bliss enjoying each other. I sighed and snuggled into Edward closer. That was when I noticed him shaking slightly. "Edward? Love, what's wrong?" I asked.

He ducked his head into my shoulder and continued to sob. "Edward? You're scaring me," I said as I sat up, wrapping my arms around him. Oh God, what is it? Have I done something? And then the worse thought hit me; has he done something? "Honey? What is it?"

He took a deep breath. "Bella, love, I have something I have to tell you."

No, please, don't, please don't, Edward…I don't think I'm strong enough for whatever this is…"What?" I asked finally.

He swallowed hard and sat up, crossing his legs, facing me. "Bella…I haven't been truthful to you about my therapy."

I blinked. Alright, hadn't been expecting that. "Okay."

He blew out another breath, stalling. "Bella, Jasper…he's not what you think he is."

"He's not a therapist?" I asked, more than a little confused. Alice recommended him. Of course he's a therapist.

Edward chuckled flatly. "Well, yes, he is a therapist, but he's…more."

"More?" Surely he was more than just a therapist. He was a human being, a man, a rather sexy man, but that was neither here nor there.

"Love," Edward said softly. "Jasper is…a Dom."

A WHAT?! "Oh my God! Are you serious? Like, with the mob? Is he dangerous?" Had Edward stumbled onto something he shouldn't know? Was he worried we were going to be killed? Taken out like in some kind of bad mobster movie?

He guffawed loudly. "Bella…no!" He seemed to be having trouble with his breathing, he was laughing so hard. "He's not in the mob. He's a dominant."

Again, I was confused. "A dominant what?" A million and one things ran through my head, but nothing could have prepared me for what he said next.

"Bella, remember that episode of CSI where Grissom met Lady Heather?"

What the fuck does that have to do with…"Oh. OH! You mean…?" Jasper's like, got some kind of weird fetishes in the bedroom? That was…kind of…well…

He nodded. "Very similar."

"And you know this…?" I asked.

Edward sighed. "Because I kind of agreed to be his sub?" He stated, though, it came out like a question.

Oh, okay, so he…"WHAT!?" I asked, confused, hurt, outraged, and more than a little bit overwhelmed.

He winced. "Bella, just, wait, just let me…"

"No. NO! Edward! How could you? What have you done? Do you? Have you? Has he? How does this? What does this? Edward Anthony Cullen! How could you?" I started sobbing then. "How could you do this to me?" How could he betray me like this?

"Bella, this…this isn't about you."

I shot him a look. How could this not be about me? Obviously I wasn't what he…needed. I felt it like a punch to my stomach, like the pain of having your leg snapped in two, which I had experienced before. More than once with my clumsy self.

"What I mean," he stated, "is that this isn't about you and I. It's about me healing, getting better."

"And you get that by being whipped and fucked?" I asked him crudely. What little I knew of the practice gave me an inkling as to what would become of their so-called "relationship."

Edward winced once more. "Well, not exactly…it's…I can't explain it."

"Edward. We are married. And you're, what? Going to be with Jasper? Oh. My. God. Are you gay?" My mind couldn't wrap around the possibility. I stood and started pacing, muttering all the while. "Of course he is," if he wants Jasper to do…those things with him. "Mom told me he was too pretty," I just can't believe this. "I don't know why I didn't see it sooner," it all starts to fall into place and make sense now. Of course he was only with me to hide his secret. He was afraid his parents wouldn't accept him for being gay. Of course they will. Carlisle and Esme are nothing if not tolerant, even if they don't know about Rosalie and Emmett's proclivities.

I felt the sobs building. "I knew I wasn't good enough," I knew he could never love me as much as I love him.

He ran at me then, falling to his knees at my feet. "Don't you dare Bella! Of course you're good enough! This isn't about you! I love you with everything I am. I want to be with you forever! I want to grow old with you, have kids with you, live our lives side by side until we both meet our maker."

He sucked in a breath. "But Bella, Jasper…he…I can't explain it. He has this hold over me. And he is making me better. He and I are a lot alike. We've both been broken. He's putting me back together. For you. For us. I swear it."

I sighed. "Edward…how can I believe you?" You've just made me doubt everything I've ever thought about you, about me, about US.

"We've been together for how many years now? You can stand there and ask me how you can believe me? Because I tell you, that's how. I could have kept this from you but I haven't."

"Edward…I don't…I don't know what to say, how to handle this." I was truly at a loss here.

"Trust me." He begged. "Please, just trust me."

I shook my head. How can I? "I'm not sure I can." I moved away from him, grabbed a tee shirt, my favorite sweats, and slipped some flip-flops on my feet. "I need to get out of here. I need to think. I need…"

"You can't tell." He said suddenly.

I stopped then and looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"About Jasper." He said quietly. "You can't tell."

I felt my fists clench, my nostrils flair, and for only the second time in my life had the desire to hit someone, to just knock them the fuck out. "Give me one good reason why." I managed through clenched teeth.

"It would mean him losing so much Bella. Don't do anything to hurt him, okay? It's not his fault either."

I narrowed my eyes. "Personally I really do think it's his fault. But if you don't want me to tell, I won't. I'll be back Edward. Just…give me some space." I couldn't even look back even as I heard his howling sobs from behind me.

I grabbed my purse from the entry-table and ran to my car. I let out a sobbing breath of my own as I backed out of the driveway. What now? How can I…? What should I…? Who to turn to…?

I blew out a breath and just drove, my mind not on anything but his words replaying through my head. Over and over again my mind drew up images of Edward and Jasper together.

Part of me, the part that had been raised homophobic, had been taught it was wrong. That part of me shrunk away from the images. But the other part, the independent side of my brain, the…sexual side of my brain, that part raised its metaphoric eyebrow and longed to see the real thing, itched to see Jasper's strong body bending Edward's will, thrusting into him, all the while Edward was thrusting into me.

Gah, what does that make me? A fucking slut? A whore that wants to see more? A dirty being that longs for nasty things? Truthfully I had no answers to that question. This was wrong. Edward went behind my back. He…disgraced our marriage. If he had only talked to me…

I hadn't even realized I was sitting outside of Alice's apartment building until I blinked and glanced up at the high-rise. She won't be home Bella, you know she won't. And why are you even here?

The angry side of my brain growled, it's her fault! If she had not recommended Jasper…she fucking KNOWS what he's about! I was out of my car and into the building before I could think about it.

I had only been here once, but I remembered which apartment was hers. I punched the correct floor and crossed my arms, waiting. Once the doors opened, I stalked toward her apartment and banged on the door roughly.

"Coming!" Her melodic voice chimed from the other side. She opened the door, surprise crossing her pixie-like features. "Bella, what…?"

That was all she got out before my hand went across her face. "How could you, Alice?! I thought you were my friend!"

She rubbed her face delicately. "Edward told you, didn't he?"

I let out a wounded sounding snarl and she grabbed me before I could sink to the floor. "Shhh," She whispered. "Tell me, okay?"

I felt her leading me to the couch, all but dragging me over to it. I heard her asking Laurent to make a bagel and coffee run, and then felt her slight weight sink the cushion beside me. "I'm sorry, Bella."

"You knew!" I accused.

"No," She said softly. "I didn't. Not until that night at the bar."

"You know what he is."

She sighed. "Yes, I do. I know what Jasper is. But I swear to you Bella, I had no idea he would want Edward like that."

"Lies!" I snarled.

"You're entitled to your opinion." She said in a defeated tone. "But I'm telling you the truth. I've never lied to you, Bella, I swear."

Her arms circled me and held me as I cried. "What does this mean? Will Edward leave me? Will I be…? Will he and Jasper…?"

"No honey, this isn't about love or sex. It's about the shift in power."

"Huh?" I asked, sniffling. Everything I knew about this I'd learned from TV. "What do you mean?"

And so she went into a bit of detail telling me about the balance of power between a Dom and a sub and how it helped both. "I don't want Edward to be a part of that world either." She told me. "But if it helps him…"

"And you aren't?" I asked.

She laughed flatly. "I'm afraid Jasper doesn't want me that way."

"But you have sex with him, still, don't you?"

She paused only for a moment before she nodded. "Yes, I do. And so does Laurent."

I gasped. I hadn't really thought about Laurent swinging that way also, though, I don't know why I was surprised. I should have gotten over the shock when Rosalie told me of her and Emmett's sexual exploits. One would never think of big, manly Emmett being into guys, and maybe that was just my own naïve thinking, but Rosalie had calmly explained to me that both she and Emmett were bisexual. They loved one another, just as strongly as Edward and I, well, as strongly as I thought Edward and I loved one another. I didn't understand it at the time, but now… "Do you think that what Edward said was true?" I asked Alice, coming back to our conversation.

She nodded. "I do, but to be sure, that's certainly something you'll have to ask him, Bella."

I took a stuttering breath and glanced at the clock. I'd been here going on two hours already. Edward must think I've left him… "I need to go."

She smiled and kissed my cheek. "Bella, give him time, give him space, but most of all? Be there for him. I don't want him to be a part of this world, but the choice was his. Let him explain to you why he chose it, okay?"

I nodded and stood. I hadn't even noticed Laurent's return until I saw him sitting at the dining table, working on his laptop. "Sorry to have ruined your morning." I said quietly.

Alice shrugged it off. "I'm always here for my friends."

"Thanks." I told her before turning and heading back to my car.

I arrived back home, surprised when nothing looked different. I pulled into the driveway, not even bothering with parking in the garage and headed into the front door. The house was quiet, eerily so. I made my way up the stairs back to our room. There he was, lying under the covers much like he'd been when this whole thing first started.

I sighed and said, "Edward. I don't think crawling under the covers is the answer to this situation."

"Bella?" He asked, almost sounding eager, as he threw the blanket off.

I shook my head as I looked at him. I needed to let him talk, that much I knew. "Edward…"

He moved to me with almost inhuman speed. "Bella, please? Just…listen to me, okay?"

I sighed again and nodded as I walked to the bed and sat. I crossed my arms. Being on the defensive sounded like a good place to be. "Talk."

He fumbled, so unlike him. "I, uh…okay, the truth. The whole truth."

No shit Sherlock. "I think I deserve it."

"Uh, okay. So…truthfully…um…"

Wow. He's really nervous. Odd. I've only seen Edward nervous a handful of times in my life. "Why don't you start at the beginning Edward? Tell me. Tell me how you went from receiving normal therapy to…" I looked him up and down. "To whatever the hell you're doing now."

He blew out a breath and sank down onto the bed with me and started playing with his ring. "When you left me that night…the night before my first meeting with Jasper, and Emmett came over, well, I was broken. Really broken. I had realized that what you said was right. Something finally clicked in my brain. I knew I needed help, even though I didn't want it."

I motioned him to continue. I needed to know more. "I…God Bella, I thought I wasn't good enough. For you, for my patients, for life in general. I thought about killing myself." No…no Edward! You wouldn't leave me, would you? He grasped my hands. "I know. It's horrid love, and I didn't want to leave you…but I thought you'd be better off without me." He finished softly.

"Why Edward? Why couldn't you talk to me?" I pled. If only I could understand.

"Why? I don't know why Bella. It's just…it was something I was going through." He took another breath. "From the first moment I met Jasper I knew there was something about him. What, I wasn't sure, but I felt a spark with that first touch of his hand when we said goodbye to one another that day." He swallowed. "Not long after that, I had my first fantasy."

"Of…?" I couldn't believe I'd actually asked that.

"Him."

Is that sound coming from me, I wondered. It sounded like some horrid animal stuck in some bear trap. He squeezed my hands tightly. "It freaked me out." He told me honestly. "I'd never thought myself…" He shook his head. "I'd never thought of another man like that. I was scared of it, but I couldn't deny it. After that, things snowballed."

He looked away, like the next words hurt him worse than the others. "That day that I had the meltdown in the O.R., Jasper took me to the sensory deprivation tank. He talked to me, held me, let me just…work through it all on my own."

"Edward, I could…" I started, but he interrupted.

"Bella love, you can't. You can't help me with this, not like he can. He's been there. He's…killed a person before. And he's dealt with the aftermath too."

Did that knowledge surprise me? Not really. Jasper had this air of danger to him that Edward certainly never had. It was a bit of a turn on. But I wasn't thinking of that now. "Edward, I want to be there. But if you say I can't, if you push me away…"

"No, no, Bella. I'm not pushing you away. I need you for everything else. Truly, I do. You're my wife. I love you with every fiber of my being."

"And Jasper?" I asked, my voice going shrill. "Do you love him? Do you want to be with him?"

He winced. "How do you want me to answer that?" He asked after what felt like an eternity.

"Truthfully." I demanded.

He laughed. "Truthfully? I don't know. Do I want to please him? Yes. Sexually?" He paused and I just managed to hold in a cringe. "Yes. But do I love him? No, not like… It's different than what I feel, how I love you. I feel almost like he needs me. I can't explain it."

"So…what, Edward?" I asked, bordering on exasperation. "You're bisexual? Gay? Do you want me? Do you want other girls? Other guys? I don't know how to handle this." And I didn't. How was one supposed to come back from this, from your husband telling you all of this?

He hung his head. "I'm not sure. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I want you. I want you for forever. And I know that part of me wants him too. Does that make me bisexual? Maybe it does. Maybe I'm wired differently, I'm not sure. But I know that I like giving my control over to him."

I held in my thoughts until he could finish. Hopefully something he would say would start making sense to me because what he'd said so far only confused me further.

"Bella, I wish you could understand what it feels like to know that you aren't in control of your actions, that you have to rely on someone else to dictate your movements. It's…freeing in a way. I needed that. I needed him to tell me that everything would be okay and mean it. I needed him to tell me that I was not to blame."

"I've TOLD you that Edward!" I shouted at him, turning away from him before he could see the new tears in my eyes. Time and again I had tried to get through to him, to let him know it wasn't his fault, to be there for him in his time of need. "I've tried and tried and tried and now you tell me I'm not good enough to help you?"

"Bella!" He shouted as he came in front of me once more, shaking my shoulders. "I need you damn it! I need you! You are good enough. You're perfect for me! Don't you understand that I can need both? A wife that loves me and dotes on me and cares for my wellbeing, and then, also, I need another person that's tough on me and kicks my ass and doesn't mollycoddle me?"

"Is that what I do?" I asked, hurt. Is that what he thinks of me? I'm just here to nag at him? That I'm only good to receive his fuckings and fix his meals? To baby him when he's down? Is that all he thinks I do? Does he not understand anything about me?

"Bella, you are everything I could want in a wife. You're perfect for me. But there is a part of me, and honestly, I don't know how big of a part, that's a monster, that deserves, no, that needs to be beaten into submission. Jasper's doing that."

"Is that literally or metaphorically speaking?" I asked warily. He paused and all the puzzle pieces fit into place. "Oh my God. That's why you didn't take your shirt off…why you didn't let me see your back. Has he been beating you?" Have you been letting him beat you? What is he doing to you? How many ways has he fucked with your head?

"No Bella. No. Well, not…really?" It ended up coming out sounding like a question.

Ugh. I do not need to know this. I can't believe that Jasper would do this to him. But then, I didn't really know Jasper all that well, did I?

"Bella, I don't expect you to understand it, really I don't, but I feel better. I feel like a different person."

I sniffled. Damn it, I couldn't help myself. "I know you are." I said softly, because he was right. He wasn't the same, not my Edward. "You aren't the man I married."

"Bella…"

I shook my head as another idea popped into my head, one that honestly, I wasn't quite as against as my upbringing dictated. "So, what? You expect me to join in on your games? Be whipped and…"

"No." He said flatly. "You will not be a part of this."

I laughed dispassionately. Is this how he wants to play it? "Come on Edward. What's good for the goose and all that…"

"You're better than that Bella." He said, his voice strained. "I refuse to let you be a part of this."

"But I already am." I told him defiantly. "I'm married to you. By proxy I am in this."

"I said no." He growled.

"And you control me now? How does your Master feel about that?" I asked in distain.

"Bella, please…just listen to me!"

"I am Edward! And damn it if you aren't confusing me more! Do you want him or me?"

"Don't make me choose!" He shouted. "I need you both!" He fell to his knees in front of me. "Please Bella, please don't make me choose. I'll do whatever you want, just, don't."

"If I were to make you chose, would it be me?" I asked quietly. I had to know.

"Bella…"

"Would it be me?!" I demanded.

"In a heartbeat." He whispered. "I'll give him back his ring, take it off right now, mail it back to him if I have to choose. I need you Bella. You're my wife. I pledged my undying love to you. I meant the words I spoke in that church in front of our families Bella. Until death do us part."

I knew tears were rolling down my cheeks as I searched his face for answers. "Are you sure?" I whispered.

I watched in utter fascination as he slid Jasper's ring from his finger and handed it to me. "Honest to God."

I bit my lip and looked at the ring. The outside had some sort of Asian symbol on it, but on the inside there was a script written in plain English. "Property of J.W. You belong to him?" I asked, incredulous.

His eyes grew wide. "Only if I continue to wear the ring."

"And he's helped you…?" I continued.

"I feel…better." He responded.

He felt better. Jasper, through some miracle, was making him better. Would it be so bad? Would this newfound knowledge change things? Did I love him any less than I did this morning before I found out?

I searched my heart and my soul and came up with only one answer. No. Of course nothing had changed. He was still the same Edward. Granted, he was broken, he was on a different path than he had been before, but what was to say that we wouldn't have changed our minds and traveled down this path anyway?

My hands were shaking as I grasped his right hand and slid the ring back onto his finger. "Then continue." I said softly.

"Bella…I don't want to ask that of you."

I shut my eyes and took a breath. I couldn't deny the truth and it was blatantly staring me in the face. "He's helped you. You are different, but not in a bad way." I smiled slightly thinking of how his control had slipped when we'd made love. I liked it. That much I couldn't deny.

"And if you promise to stay true to me, even though you are…" I grimaced at the term, "with him, then, I can't make you choose. That would be betraying my vows to love you in sickness and in health. You were sick before him. Now you're on your way back to being healthy. And for that I'll forever be grateful to him."

"I owe him a lot." He said quietly.

"Yes, I suppose you do. So…" I took in a breath, steeling myself for the next question. This was one thing I had to know the answer to. "Have you and he…? Has he…" I bit my lip. "How far have you gone?"

His mouth fell open. "I, uh, um…"

I moved my hands to cup his face. "Tell me Edward. I won't be mad." Indeed, I was…curious to know the truth. "You don't have to tell me everything that's been going on in your therapy sessions." I wasn't quite sure I was ready for that. "But I do want to know how far out of our marriage you've gone without telling me." I was trying not to be mad about that. I was slowly coming to accept this, but the fact that he went behind my back wasn't a betrayal I'd get over anytime soon.

He blushed, a rarity for him. "Uh, um, well, just, see, the thing is…"

"Edward." I had to get him back on track before he embarrassed himself to death, again, something odd for him. "Has he touched you?"

"Yes."

I held in my groan. I was going to have to pull this out of him. "With just his hands?"

"Yes."

I blew out a sigh of relief. Good. "Did he…" How to ask? "Get you off?"

"Not exactly." He wasn't looking at me now.

"Did you get yourself off?" How am I able to ask this? My face felt like it was on fire.

"Yes."

"With him?"

"Yes."

I swallowed. Now the questions were going to get harder. "Did he touch you…anywhere?" Hopefully he knew what I was trying to ask.

"Yes," He whispered.

I closed my eyes. So, I was going out on a limb and guessing that Jasper had touched Edward, perhaps done like I had done that once while Edward got himself off. "Did that excite you? Did you cum?"

"Yes," Shame now colored his tone.

"Did you…" No, I didn't want to ask. I didn't want to know if he'd thought of Jasper while we made love. I tossed that into a box and refused to open it back up. "Are you going to let him…?" I couldn't finish that thought either.

"Yes," He whispered once more.

My breath caught. I bit my lip and nodded. "Okay."

"Bella…please say you understand this."

I couldn't say I did. I'd certainly never thought of another woman that way, though, I know Rosalie had often made small comments. I think she'd like to…well, she knew I was uncomfortable with that discussion, so we avoided it. She and I got along well, like sisters, even though we were polar opposites, and she didn't want to jeopardize that relationship.

Finally, I said, "Edward, I don't understand this. I accept it, but don't expect me to understand it. Not yet. The fact of the matter is that you willingly entered into this relationship without my knowledge. What? Were you afraid I'd tell you no? Since when have I ever been able to deny you anything?"

He hung his head again. "I didn't want, I mean, I just…" He sighed, a tear falling down his perfect face.

I couldn't stay mad at him over this. I couldn't deny him this, I couldn't…couldn't refute the fact that I had more than once thought inappropriately of Jasper myself. Our last session came to my mind…

Flashback

"I was surprised to see that you had requested another appointment. We normally only meet on Thursdays. Are you feeling well, Bella?"

I nodded and took a sip of my coffee. "I wanted to talk about Edward." I held up my hand as he began to interrupt. I knew what he was going to say. "I know because he's your patient that you are limited in what you can tell me, but I needed someone to talk to where I know it will be kept confidential. Can I talk to you as my mental health provider, not as Edward's friend or even as his therapist?"

"Of course, Bella. How can I help you?"

I hadn't realized I was shaking until he came around his desk and sat beside me on the couch. His thumbs rubbed my hands gently, spurring me on. "I feel like I'm losing the Edward I married." I said softly. "Or maybe I'm just finally finding him. I don't know. There are things that I've asked him to do since the beginning of our relationship and then he came home Monday night and it was as if he was a different person. Edward was confident, strong willed, and he finally lost control." The feel of him fucking me so thoroughly was still ingrained into my mind.

"How did he lose control? Did he hurt you or himself?"

"No! It wasn't like… that." The feel of him thrusting into me, the cool of the wood beneath my ass… "It's probably too much information."

"There's no such thing in my office as too much information. Believe me when I say I've heard it all."

I tried to rein in my rampant thoughts. "Edward has always been very careful when we make love. He treats me like I'm a porcelain statue he's worried about breaking. Since he started seeing you, things have mixed up a bit. Edward's no longer so worried every minute.

"Then Monday night came and it was like you unlocked something in him. Or maybe it was just like he said. You took him to the edge. He said he needed something but didn't say what."

"Bella, I think that with what Edward has been through, a certain lack of control is probably a good thing. I am helping him to develop a mind set where he can put himself above and outside of the…the stressors that trigger his flashbacks. Our therapy involves giving him other situations to focus upon instead of the memories and hallucinations."

"Like the ring?" I'd asked. I had wondered about that ring ever since Edward had come home wearing it.

"You do not approve?" Jasper asked me.

I looked at him and shook my head. "Oh, that's not the issue at all. I'm willing to accept and tolerate anything you need him to do to bring back the man I married. Take as much of his time as you need, just make sure he comes back to me. I need him."

He reached up then and brushed a lock of hair out of my face. "Bella, as his therapist and yours, I can only promise that I will show him the path. He has to walk it himself. As his friend and confidante, I will do whatever is within my power to bring back the man you know and love. He's in there somewhere and I'm going to find it."

I felt the tears start up again. "You speak with such conviction, it's as if you love him too. I'm so grateful that you're in our lives now, Jasper. I don't know what I'd do without you here. You're holding us together."

I grabbed him for a hug and cried on his shoulder for I don't know how long. When I pulled away, I realized with a gasp just how long it had been since someone had held me. I'd been there for Edward for so long…no one had held me, cared for me like Jasper had, and in that moment, I felt…confused. Conflicted.

His lips were a pale pink, the perfect little cupid's bow to them. They were slightly chapped, and I remembered that he often ran outdoors. His face has a slight tan to it and his perfectly curly blonde hair hung in slight disarray. Oh how I wanted to kiss him in that moment, to feel those chapped lips pressed to mine, to lick them with my tongue, to reach over and straddle his waist, take that hair in my hands as I continued my assault on his mouth…

End Flashback

But of course, being the good wife that I was, I didn't. I didn't kiss him and now, what? Edward had? Edward had done what I longed to do? How was that fair? Right then and there, I knew, if Edward were going to have Jasper, if he were going to go outside our marriage to be with Jasper, then by God, so was I.

A/N: dun dun dun...

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Kitty is feeling better, kinda. She's able to write again and was able to get her house under control today! LaF will be up tomorrow- I know. I know. You've been waiting for this wedding for what 48 chapters now? Well, you'll get it tomorrow. If for some reason the doc manager is being bitchy again- when it's done if I have probs, I'll post a google doc link on my profile page just in case. :)

Kitty is feeling a little special. She was quoted on The Lazy, Yet Discerning Ficster regarding taking part in contests. I feel like the cool kid instead of the gamer geek mom who refuses to grow up and sits around writing vampire porn all day. Hey, maybe that is the new cool kid. Go me!

Mischief has a new story (or two) coming out soon. Kitty has seen the first chapter of each. They made kitty purr. Go check out mischief-maker1's profile and subscribe.