It was all over now, and he was beginning to see it. He couldn’t go home and tell his wife what he had seen; he couldn’t tell his kids about his day at work over dinner. It was all a farce now, playacting at having something normal at night while he battled demons in the day. Sometimes he’d wanted to come back from work and fuck his wife, bend her over their kitchen table, the bed, a chair, and just expend his frustration with the world into her.~~**Well..as screwed up as he may think that is, I think a lot of men feel that way. Like they need to shoulder everything to protect the ones they love. Liv sees it all with him, so it is natural that he would feel more comfortable talking to her.
Chucky Pancamo chuckled, his beefy arms crossed over his chest as he regarded Cyril. “Stop watching the fags, bitch, and serve lunch. You don’t have time to waste jerking off to the crazy and his prag.” ~~**OMG!!! YEEEAAHHH!
Chucky!!!! I love the Italians and you did a great job with his "voice" here!
He wondered what it would be like to kiss another boy and have it be nice, like those two men from last night. Would Ryan be mad if he kissed another boy? Cyril thought so, and quickly turned his attention back to the bottles as Pancamo stepped into his field of vision again. ~~**ROFL As BIG as a homophobe Ryan can be...I would think so!!
“If I have to eat one more fucking tomato I swear I’m going to bleed marinara like a fucking ginny. ~~**LOL Ohh Ryan...what a mouth! That was funny. Not trying to nit pick...but it's actually spelled Guinea.
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You did an excellent job portraying Ryan and Cyril. I adore Cyril and he can be difficult to write. I was touched, if not QUITE surprised by Ryan's explaination of Beecher and Keller to Cy. I'm glad to see his personal opinions did not get in the way...and yeah he does love Cy very much. Even if he has a really warped way of expressing it sometimes! Loved this chapter!