Don't Let Anybody Push You Around
Todd SparrowSeventeen years of hurting, guilt and shame ( Read more... )

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Todd drives by and picks Will up promptly at 8:00 just like he said. He's excited about the evening. He's never been to a male strip club, though he knows one of the guys who works at the club he's taking Will to.

"You're not nervous, are you?" he asks with an amused grin as Will secures his seatbelt.

Money, fame or happiness, you can only have one... what would you rather have and why?I'd like to be famous for my music. I'd like to have money. I'd like to have a house on every continent, in every major city and vacation spot. I'd like to drive a mercedes or a porche or maybe a jag ( Read more... )

I never knew one could feel this way ( Read more... )

Todd takes Rusti to meet Hidalgo. The horse is in the pasture, and trots over to the fence as soon as Todd is out of the car.

"Come on!" Todd shoults over his shoulder, racing ahead. He reaches up to pat Hidalgo. "Hey. Calm down. I'm happy to see you too, but I brought a friend I want you to meet. This is Rusti. Rusti, this is Hidalgo."

The words flew off his fingers, out of the pen and onto the napkin. When he finally stopped and looked at what he'd written, some of the word were smudged and some were mispelled, but he clearly had a song he could work with. Leaning back in his chair, he hummed the melody softly to himself, his mind supplying the words as he read them.

I found ( Read more... )

1.Who are you ( Read more... )

Really. Todd and Liadan took time to get to know each other. He took her out for drinks and conversation several times before this scene...Once again written by Todd and Liadan over AIM of course ;)

( The Climax Begins... )

Written over AIM by Todd and Liadan. An attempt to show how they relate to each other after he ssees her dance, after his private dance which is documented here .

( Todd and Liadan get to know each other (A prelude to sex) )

What is your weapon of choice?

In a word, words. Words are my weapon of choice.

Words are weapons, sharper than steel
They cut you deep, and make you bleed
For good or bad, words make you feel
It's the soul they feed

Actions speak louder than words, they say
But I disagree
Words strike deep, even when you play
Oh, can't you see?It's not much ( Read more... )