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Introducing the "Jack with Ennis" Fan Fic Game - the BetterMost Edition
Luvlylittlewing:
--- Quote from: Dobie1018 on January 31, 2009, 09:23:14 pm ---Oh you're welcome Littlewing. I love fan fiction, especially when it's written about the boys and their romantic encounters! Keep it up - you are really talented!
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Thanks Love! :) It seems like I can't stop. I have a million romantic stories to tell about our beloved boys. I'm just getting started!
Toycoon:
--- Quote from: Littlewing on January 31, 2009, 09:40:35 pm ---Thanks Love! :) It seems like I can't stop. I have a million romantic stories to tell about our beloved boys. I'm just getting started!
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It's true, Littlewing. You are queen of romantic, sexy Brokeback fanfic. Viva Littlewing!
Luvlylittlewing:
--- Quote from: Toycoon on February 01, 2009, 01:05:30 pm ---It's true, Littlewing. You are queen of romantic, sexy Brokeback fanfic. Viva Littlewing!
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Why, thanks, Baby! :-*
Luvlylittlewing:
“So what’s new, Friend?” Jack asked, truly interested. He and Ennis were on horseback, and Jack had to shout over the gentle roar of the stream as the horses trudged along, unafraid of the rushing water. Ennis was silent, thoughtful. He was able to hear Jack just fine, but he didn’t have much news to report. “Oh not much, Rodeo,” Ennis spoke, finally. I’m just working hard to provide for the family. What’s new with you?” Jack didn’t answer, but shook his head in the negative. Ennis knew what Jack meant. No news, good, bad or otherwise.
When the horses carried the men to the other side of the stream, Ennis was the first to dismount, and he helped Jack’s mare get her footing onto the bank. Ennis held a hand out for Jack, and he dismounted, easy as pie. “You’re getting real good at riding, Jack,” Ennis observed. Jack beamed, but he reserved comment. He didn’t dare tell his lover about the weekend’s horseback riding and camping out in the woods with a Mr. Randall Malone. Jack valued his life.
Lunch was a few salami sandwiches and chips eaten on a disused picnic table at an abandoned campsite. Jack swiped at the flies and ants that were attracted to their food. Ennis didn’t notice the tiny vermin and ate heartily. He thought back to the father/daughter service at church just a few weeks ago and realized that he did have news.
Luvlylittlewing:
“Jack, I do have something new to tell you about, but I don’t know how interested you’ll be.” Jack took a bite of his sandwich and nodded. “Well, why don’t you tell me your news and we’ll see. If something out of the ordinary happened, I want to know about it.” “Okay, Darlin,” Ennis began.
“I was eating dinner one night when there came a knock at the door,” Ennis spoke, between bites. “Alma opened up and in walked 3 men that walked right past my wife and kids and approached me at my table.” Jack was intrigued. “Well go on, Friend,” Jack coaxed, his sandwich all but forgotten. “What happened after that?” “The tall man, a man I recognized, asked me to come outside with them so we could talk.” Jack didn’t say a word, but was transfixed. “They asked me to join them,” Ennis blurted out, his mouth full.” “What did you say?” Jack whispered. “Talk to me when you’ve chewed your food. I can’t understand what you.” But Jack had heard every word, and wanted, need clarification. Three men asked him to join them? Join them for what?
Ennis swallowed his mouthful and continued: “Jack, they were men from the church. They heard me singing and wanted to get together a men’s group to sing every Sunday, and perhaps travel to other churches to sing.” Jack let out an audible sigh. Nothing wrong with what Ennis said, but he had to admit that if Ennis was asked to participate in a little something something with other men, well, it would absolve Jack of a boat load of guilt. But Jack should have known better. There was no other man but him for Ennis. Jack knew it, and Ennis knew it. Jack was glad of it. “You must have been really good, Friend,” Jack remarked, a lilt in his voice. What did you say to them?” “I told them I would think about it,” Ennis answered. Jack nodded and smiled at his friend. “Maybe you can sing for me when we get back to camp?” “Mebbe,” Ennis said. “C’mon, let’s get back to camp, and perhaps later on tonight I’ll sing you a song.”
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