Quinn was wearing a skirt. Not a kilt, a skirt. And he was topless. And not for any particular reason beyond the fact that it made Flynn giggle. And he loved it when his Flynn giggled. Said Flynn was currently lounging on Quinn's bed, tickling a happily contented Booster's tummy as the cat lay on his back, front paws outstretched making him ( Read more... )

The cruise for Peter's birthday was absolutely perfect. Peter loved it. He loved that he got to spend the time with his friends and family and there certainly were a lot of those around tonight... He was thrilled to hear Spectre and Derek Sherinian playing, and Deirdre sang occasionally too. It was wonderful. Even if he had doubled the amount ( Read more... )

Everyone had sat down to a lovely dinner after the wedding. Deirdre had taken her place up at the table with the rest of the wedding party. She'd listened through Thomas's Best Man toast, which was much the same as the speech he'd given Peter in the change room. She'd eaten the food she and Jacinta had so carefully prepared and then she'd snuck ( Read more... )