( Cut for kind of explicit homosexuality, along with (fictional!) underage sex )

James was pretty damn sure he didn't like Kate one bit, although he also had admitted to himself that most of the reason he didn't like her was 'cause, like every man, he carried a sixth grade boy version of himself along with him, and so felt the need ta tease and push the very women he found most attractive. Kate, though, was fuckin' irritating ( Read more... )

James unfolded the letter again, leaning back on the still cool metal of the fuselage wreckage. After leaving the old handwritten letter alone in a drawer for going on five, six years, he now had read the damn thing a million times over the course of a week. It's not like he had ever forgotten what it said, or at least the gist of it, not never, ( Read more... )