As Vinyl and Octavia had entered their home from their weekend in Canterlot, Vinyl had turned to Octavia to address her friend. “’Tavi? You alright? You seem kinda down.” Vinyl said, worried.

“Hmm?” Octavia wasn’t paying attention at all. “Oh, uh yeah, sure.” She answered.

“Alright ‘Tav, what’s up? You’re not making sense, and I’m worried about you.”

Octavia stayed silent for a few seconds before answering her friend. “I’m just confused Vinyl…”

“Confused? Confused about what?”

“About everything! Is Fiery really coming back, are we really going to be forced to keep those kids, am I really pregnant, do I even want to keep the foal…? Will I be a good mom…?”

Vinyl sighed then looked up at her friend, smiling. “To answer your questions, yes, Fiery is coming back. Yes, we’re really adopting Bramble and Autumn, whom I’m sure will enjoy living here with us. If you’re really pregnant…” She sighed again. “I’m sure you’ll be an excellent mother ‘Tavi… I mean hay, you’ve been able to take care of me for the past ten years.” Vinyl finished saying with a smile, trying to cheer her friend up.

Octavia had let out a little laugh at Vinyl’s joke, remembering all the good times she’d had with her friend since they met back in music school all those years ago. She then looked up at her friend and smiled. “Thanks Vinyl. You’re a good friend, you know that?”

Vinyl finally put on her famous grin as she replied. “I know, I’m the best.” She then kissed Octavia on the tip of her snout, trying to cheer her up some more. “And I know that you will become the greatest mom out there ‘Tavi, no matter what gets in your way.”

Octavia began to tear up as she suddenly embraced her friend in a hug. “You really are the best Vinyl… I wouldn’t want anypony else as my best friend.”
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“Haha! What now mother fuckers! Equestria is real!” I yelled out as I took another hit of my cigarette, leaving Patrick and Stephen there, mouths open from the event that had just taken place. “Think you can say anything else Stephen? About how that world not existing?” I asked him with a smug smile on my face.

He began to stammer, still shocked, but was able to get a few words out. “H-How did y-you-“

“I told ya, didn’t I? Equestria is real! Magic, bitch!” I laughed as I cursed. I put the cigarette out and threw it over the edge of the balcony as Patrick grabbed me. I looked at him, and saw a crazy look in his eye. “What’s your problem?”

“Y-You gotta tell me everything!” He demanded. “I have to know!”

I pulled his arm off of me and addressed him. “Geez, don’t need to get so damn grabby Pat. Sure, I can tell ya.” I looked at Stephen and spoke. “You want to know as well Mr. Washington?”

He spoke to me in a disturbed tone. “I don’t know which is more shocking… The fact that another world exists and that you’re living proof of it, or that you said you fucked a horse.”

“Hey, she was willing and wanted me to do it. Besides, I was also a pony, so no bestiality.”

“Yeah, but you were still human on the inside, right?”

I laughed at the comment, mainly because of how right he was, or at least how I felt at the time. “Yeah, I was. Trust me, I put off fucking them for a few days BECAUSE of the fact that I felt like I was a human on the inside… It’s just one unfortunate incident caused me to open up to the idea of having sex with them.”

“What was that?” Patrick asked me.

I stayed silent for a while before answering. “I- I’d rather not...” I didn’t exactly want to destroy his vision of a perfect world that he thought Equestria was with what happened to me. “Anyways, I feel cold. Let’s go inside, hmm?” I pushed off the railing and started to go back inside while I left Patrick and Stephen out there. I’m not sure what they talked about while I was gone.
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As Stephen and Patrick continued to talk, I went back to what I guess is their living room and sat down on the couch, throwing my arms over the back and leaning my head backwards, when the younger daughter, Britney, came in and sat down next to me. She turned on the TV that was in front of us. “Whatcha gonna watch kiddo?” I asked, trying to show some interest, even though I was probably going to leave anyways.

She turned to me and smiled. “My Little Pony of course! It’s the best!”

“Is it now?” I asked while I raised my eyebrow. “What makes it so good?”

“Well, because it’s real of course!”

“Oh, and what makes you say that?”

“Because I heard you say so!” She answered.

I started to smirk, then laugh as she said that. She was confused as to why I did it, but before I could explain to her, the older daughter came in and sat down next to her sister. “You shouldn’t believe everything adults say Britney.”

“But he said it was real! I heard him say it!” The younger one complained.

“Cartoons aren’t real Britney. Now give me the remote, I want to watch TV.” She told her younger sister as she tried to take the remote away from her sister.

As the older one took the remote away, the younger one began to tear up, then ran away probably to tell on her older sister. “That wasn’t very nice.” I commented, in an almost assholish way. “All she wanted to do was watch her favorite cartoon.”

“She needs to grow up and learn that they’re not real, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t brainwash her with such crap.” She came back in a serious tone.

This caused me to look at her and raise my eyebrow. “Oh? And who do you, a spoiled fourteen year old rich girl, who probably gets every damn thing she wants, think she is to tell me, a person who’s had to go through hell his entire life because his bastard of a father left him at the age of four and his mother was so busy she didn’t have time for another relationship nor was she able to take care of me, so she had to get her slut of a sister to watch over me until I was twelve, not to mention that I’m seven years older than you, that I can’t say certain things? Hmm?” I snapped back at her. She shut up after that.

After a while of silence and of watching TV, I finally asked her. “What is this crap?”

“It’s reality TV.”

“Jesus… Is this really what television has gotten to? People who don’t deserve attention at all looking like whores and assholes while making the US worse than it already is on national television…? What’s today’s date?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask your imaginary friends.”

“Wow, really? Can’t answer even one question as simple as ‘What’s today’s date’?”

“It’s May 29th, why?”

“May 29th huh…? I wonder if I passed my classes…” I thought out loud. After some more silence, I spoke to her again. “Pass me the remote.”

“Why?” She asked in a bitter tone.

“Because I can’t stand to stomach this garbage anymore. Now pass me the remote.”

“No way, I wanted to watch this and we’re watching this.” She told me in a serious tone.

Before I could bitch at her, Stephen had entered the room. “Joseph, you mind if I talk to you for a minute?”

‘If it means getting away from this bitch.’ “Yeah, I guess so.” I got up and began to follow him into another room.

As I left, I heard Bethany call out to me. “Have fun Pony boy!”

‘Yep, real fucking bitch you’ve raised there Stephen. Nice job.’
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We entered the dining room where his wife was waiting as well. ‘I’m guessing this is either going to be about me staying here for a while or because I bitched out their daughter.’ “So what can I do for you two?” I asked the two as I entered the room.

Stephen turned to me and spoke. “Joseph, Debra and I think it would be best if you stayed here for a couple of days, at least…”

“At least what?” I asked him.

“Joseph-“ The wife started. “What Stephen is trying to say is that, he wants to make up lost time, and he also wants you to get to know your sister better-“

“You mean Britney, the younger one. The one that you two made, correct?” I asked her.

“Err, yes, that’s right.” She responded nervously. “That’s why we want you to stay here for a while. We’re also allowing Patrick to stay here for a while so you have at least somebody that you know well to be with in case you feel… awkward around us.”

I nodded my head in understanding. “Alright, I guess I can do that… But don’t think that means I’m forgiving you.” I looked at my dad as I said it, making him understand that I meant it. “You fucked up hard, and it’ll be a while before I can actually see you as my father.”

“That’s one thing though Joseph.” Stephen started. “We would appreciate it if you can watch your mouth around here, in case the kids hear some of it.”

I nodded my head. “Alright, alright, I’ll watch my tongue, but only around Britney. I’m sure Beth knows about the words I say and such and what they mean, so I might not be able to hold my tongue around her.” This was partially true. I had no idea if she knew the words, but because of the show she was watching earlier, I wouldn’t doubt it. Also, would give me a reason to out-bitch her if she tries to talk shit to me again. They agreed. “Alright, where am I staying at?”

“You’ll be staying in the guest room right next to Patrick’s, that way you two can at least have your own privacy and all.” Stephen told me. I nodded this time in appreciation.

“Alright, thanks… You mind showing me to my room right now?”

Stephen smiled at me and nodded. “Sure bud, just follow me.”

Did he just call me ‘bud’?
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Stephen showed me my room, as well as some pajamas and clothes for tomorrow and such, as well as where the bathroom was and all that. I bid him goodnight and was ready to go to sleep when I heard a knock on my door. “Who is it?” I called out to the person.

“Yo, Jojo, let me in.” Patrick, should’ve known.

“Pat, can’t this wait until tomorrow? I’m tired man.” I called back to him. Patrick completely ignored me and entered the room. “Oh sure, just completely ignore what I say.”

“Sorry Jojo, but I couldn’t let this wait.”

“What? What do you want that’s so important that you have to interrupt me right before I go to sleep?”

“I need to know man! I need to know!” He told me.

“Oh Jesus, really Pat? Why can’t this wait until tomorrow?”

“Because Joseph! I won’t be able to sleep until I know!”

That was when we heard another knock coming from my door. “Who is it?” I called out to the person.

“Um, Mr. Joseph?” It was Britney.

I sighed. “Come on in Britney.” She immediately came in and smiled at me.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, and no need to call me Mr. Joseph, just call me Jojo like Pat here.” I told her as I pointed at him. “Now is there something you need Britney?”

“Um, d-do you mind if you can tell me… um…”

“Yes?”

“Can you tell me about the pony world Jojo?” She asked me in a cutesy way. This caused Patrick to smile at me.

“Oh geez… Fine… Since BOTH of you want to know, I guess I’m going to be forced to tell you… Man, why can’t I just have a relaxing moment today?” I began to tell them basically the way that Britney wanted to hear it, me making friends with the ‘mane six’ and such, but Patrick could tell I was lying through my teeth the entire time.

After I was done telling them what it was like, Britney left the room satisfied. After she closed the door behind her, Patrick turned to me and smiled. “You’re a horrible liar, you know that?”

“That’s only because you know me so well. Britney seemed to enjoy the bullshit.”

“So what was it really like?”

“Well, if you really gotta know… The first night I was there, I got really drunk at a party that was in celebration for me coming to town-“

“Pinkie Pie, right?” Patrick asked me. I nodded.

“Anyways, I got drunk at the party. Because of this, I ended up telling Twilight to fuck off while her friends were standing right there. The rainbow one-“

“Rainbow Dash.” Patrick corrected me.

“Err, yeah… She flew in my face, trying to get me to apologize for what I said, since curse words are basically a big no-no there. Why? I have no fricken clue. Anyways, because she was up in my face, and because I guess I’m a lightweight in my pony form, I ended up puking all over her face and even getting some into her mouth from what I’ve heard. Easy to say she’s still beyond pissed at me for it.”

“Huh, I never would’ve imagined one of them being so pissed before. I mean, they get mad in the show and such but… damn.”

“Well would you blame someone if they got extremely pissed after you puked in their face?”

“No, I suppose not…”

“Anyways, I’d really rather not talk about this anymore, I’d just like to get to sleep if you don’t mind.” I told him, clearly annoyed about being pestered about the topic.

“Alright, alright. I’ll see ya tomorrow I guess. Night Jojo.”

“Night Pat.” I told him as he walked out the door and back to his own room, as I covered myself in blankets and sheets from the bed.
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A few days had passed since Fiery had been sent back to Earth to get his friend and tell him about Equestria. Octavia had gone through her morning as usual, waking up, getting showered, going downstairs to eat breakfast, practicing her cello until noon to wake up Vinyl. Just like any other day. But that Friday was different, as Princess Celestia herself had come to visit the two with Fiery’s mother, Starry.

As the princess knocked on the door, Octavia had answered it expecting some type of package that Vinyl had probably ordered through some type of magazine or such, but was stunned to find out that Celestia and Starry were standing there instead. “P-P-Princess!”

“It’s alright Ms. Pie.” Celestia assured her as she raised her hoof to stop Octavia. “Is it possible for us to enter?” Celestia asked.

“O-Of course Princess!” Octavia quickly got out of their way and allowed them to enter, showing them inside. As she closed the door after they entered the house, she spoke up. “Um, Princess?”

“Yes Octavia?” Celestia answered, signaling to Octavia that she wanted to be called just Celestia.

“M-May I ask what brings you to our home P-, err, Celestia?” Octavia quickly corrected herself.

“Oh, yes, forgive me Octavia, I nearly forgot.” Celestia apologized, and then cleared her throat. “Ahem, since this past Monday, I have forced Starry here-“ As she said Starry’s name, she gave the unicorn a glare for what she was talking about. “To find out anything possible about the human world of Earth and where Fiery is, as I thought you’d like to know.”

“W-Wait, I thought Starry couldn’t see anything about the human world?”

Starry answered. “So did I, but Celestia had the bright idea of bringing me to Earth to check it out. Seems I’m allowed to see the future of whatever planet I’m on, so if I’m here on Terra, I can see the future of whatever happens here. If I’m on Earth, apparently I can see the future of that world.”

“Oh, alright… Um… H-How is he?”

“He is doing fine darling.” Starry replied. “But that is only one of the reasons that we came here. The other reason is because we wanted to know if you were interested of going to a ball of sorts next week.”

“Excuse me?” Octavia asked.

“When I had summoned the two of us, Starry and I, to Earth, I had her look into the future for anything about Fiery. It seems that next Saturday night, he will be attending a formal event that he will be brought to for his human ‘father’. We wanted to know if you were interested of attending, so that you may enjoy spending time not only as a human, but spending that alone time with Fiery.” As she ended that sentence, Celestia gave Octavia a wink, signaling she meant something else.

Octavia thought about the proposition, and after thinking about it for several minutes, accepted. “Very well Celestia, I accept.”

“Very good Octavia, then we must go to the Ms. Rarity’s store right away.” Celestia told her, then began to go to the door.

“W-Wait, what? Forgive me Celestia, but why must we go to the Carousel Boutique?” Octavia asked the princess as she was walking out.

“To get dresses of course. You didn’t expect us to go there completely naked, did you?” Celestia asked while smiling, obviously knowing the answer she anticipated.

“O-Of course not Princess, forgive me.” Octavia apologized, and then followed Celestia and Starry out of the door, heading for the Carousel Boutique.
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As the three reached the store and entered, Rarity called out to them. “Just a minute please! I’ll be there soon to attend to your needs!”

Celestia only smiled as she waited for the Element of Generosity, while Octavia was still somewhat confused of what was happening, and Starry was just bored out of her mind.

As Rarity entered the frame to the main part of the store, she was ready to greet the customers when she saw the princess. “P-Princess Celestia! Oh my, the princess, in my store?! I-It’s an honor!”

Celestia only giggled a little as she tried to calm the mare down. “It’s alright Ms. Rarity, no need to get so excited. I’m only here because I need some dresses made.”

“D-Dresses?! W-Why of course your highness! I’ll make the most marvelous, most wonderful dresses of all time! And I-“ She was saying but was stopped by Celestia.

“That’s quite alright Ms. Rarity, we are not needing pony dresses, but rather dresses for a different form.”

Rarity was quiet for a while, but finally spoke. “Excuse me?”

Starry sighed while Celestia only laughed a little bit more. “Here, perhaps it’s better if I show you. Octavia?” She called out to the grey mare, getting her attention.

“Y-Yes your highness?”

“Do you mind if I use you as an example?”

“I-I suppose…” Octavia agreed, and upon doing so, got transformed. She turned into a human female that looked no older than 21, 5’ 9”, and some could even say looked like a celebrity of sorts with her flowing black hair and fit, model-like body. As she transformed, she was barely able to stand, and she kept wobbling back and forth, trying to keep on her new feet. Eventually, Celestia had to use her magic to keep Octavia in place.

“I-I suppose you wish for me to make a dress for that?” Rarity asked the princess, while at the same time, pointing at Octavia’s human body. The princess nodded. “I will do my best your highness!” She exclaimed as she immediately began to work, using Octavia’s body as a mannequin at the same time.

After an hour of working, she was finally able to create a grey dress for the mare, two straps that went over her shoulders to keep the dress up that were attached to the back of the dress, with two purple treble clefs at her hips to represent her Cutie Mark, and the dress itself covering her breasts down to her feet. The back of the dress only covered her bottom down. That was when Celestia spoke to Rarity. “Oh Rarity dear.” She called out.

“Yes your highness? Did I do something wrong?” She asked in concern.

“Oh no dear, it looks absolutely fabulous. I was just wondering if you could make some more things, that’s all.”

“Of course your highness! Whatever you need!”

“Do you mind if you could create some type of clothing to cover her… nether regions, so to speak?” Celestia with politeness, but still caused Octavia to blush. “As well as her human breasts? Otherwise I’m afraid something bad might happen if somebody were to see those in the human world.”

“Of course your highness, forgive me for not thinking about those.” Rarity apologized right away, not trying to upset the princess. The princess only smiled as they waited for Rarity to finish making a bra and panties for Octavia to go with her dress.

Finally, after getting everything done, as well as getting the dress and accessories, including some shoes that Celestia had forgotten to ask about right away, off of Octavia, she had finally let the mare go with her magic, causing her to fall on her bottom almost immediately. “Forgive me Octavia, I did not mean to harm you when I let go.”

“It’s quite alright your highness, I know you did not mean anything by it.” Octavia answered as she tried getting back on her human feet, only to fail.

“Perhaps it’ll be better if while Starry is having her dress made, to teach you how to walk and use your hands.” Celestia suggested, and Octavia agreed.

Over the next hour, Octavia quickly learned how to use her feet with the help of Celestia’s magic and guidance, while Starry was bored, having to stand still in her human form to get her dress made, which was almost a exact replica of Octavia’s except the colors and markings on the hips were different to match Starry’s coat and Cutie Mark.

As Starry was having her dress made, she called out to Celestia. “You know Celly, don’t you think it’ll be a wise idea to change the color of our manes when we enter the human world? I don’t think humans are usually born with multicolored hair or even purple hair for that matter.”

“I suppose you have a point Starry. Perhaps I should turn yours into brown and mine into blonde, would that be acceptable?”

“Fine by me.” Starry added. And with that, Celestia changed Starry’s hair color right away as she stood still for her dress-making.
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After the three had gotten their dresses made, Celestia turned their manes and bodies back to normal, then packaged the dresses and the three were ready to go when Rarity had called out for Octavia. “Octavia dear.”

Octavia turned around to face the fashonista to answer. “Yes Rarity?”

“Before I forget, do you wish to bring home the order that Vinyl had placed? She’s yet to pick it up and because you’re here…”

Octavia began to blush, remembering the order, but nodded. “I-I guess I will. Um, d-do you mind if you send the bill to our house?”

“Of course dear.” Rarity answered as she went into the back to put the clothes that Vinyl had ordered inside a box neatly to give to Octavia. They said their goodbyes, and when Octavia had gotten outside with Celestia and Starry, Celestia spoke.

“So what did you need to get?” She asked devilishly, as she could probably guess what is inside the box.

“O-Oh, n-nothing… U-Um, C-Celestia? D-Do you mind if I g-go h-home now?” Octavia asked the princess nervously.

“Of course dear, we’ll pick you up and you’ll be able to put the dress on at your house when it’s time to do so.” Celestia assured her. With that, Octavia dashed off in the direction of her house, not even saying goodbye to the Princess or Fiery’s mother.

“So, what do you think is in the box?” Starry asked Celestia.

“Oh, I can probably guess.” Celestia put on a smile as she spoke. “Now come, we must get back to the castle before too many of the guards become worried about me not being there.”
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Over the next two weeks, Patrick tried to pry me out of more information for the Pony world, while I just said no. He would find out eventually, right? Anyways, we also ended up getting a call from the police station I was held in saying that all the tests they ran on me were negative, meaning I wasn’t making shit up the entire time. This, of course, meant that I was absolutely right about Equestria, considering that Stephen thought I lit my cigarette that night with a lighter when he wasn’t looking. Of course, when I ask him about the horn he saw, he stays quiet anyways.

One day, when I was watching some TV in the main living room (since I really had nothing else better to do in this household, but also because the wife and the two girls were finally out shopping, and Patrick was doing something or another for Stephen, meaning I could finally watch what I wanted to watch), Stephen had come up to me and tried to strike a conversation up. “Baseball eh? Who’s playing?”

“White Sox and Patriots.” I answered, of course joking knowing that Patriots were a football team, and not a baseball team. I just wanted to see if he knew.

“Patriots are a football team, not a baseball team Joseph.”

“Hey, would you look at that, you actually know the difference between baseball and football.”

“So who are the Sox actually playing?” He asked after chuckling a bit, figuring out that I wanted to play a joke on him.

“Blue Jays.”

“Blue Jays huh? Who’s winning?”

“Blue Jays.”

“Sox haven’t been as good since ’05, huh?”

“Nope.” We both stayed silent for a while, watching the game in the silence. After finally watching for a few minutes in silence, I spoke. “Something ya need?”

“Actually Joseph, I wanted to know if you were interested in going to a party this weekend. It’s a formal event and all, and I know you might not have forgiven me yet, but I would really appreciate it if you came. It would really mean a lot to me. And if that doesn’t convince you, I’ll even let you bring back a date and will leave the two of you alone for the night.” He said, acting as though it was the most common thing in the world to say.

I looked up at him because he was standing right behind me and saw he was going to beg if he had to, just so I would come to the event. I sighed and answered. “I don’t even have a suit to wear.”

“Well… If we went right now, we could get you fitted for a suit and have it ready for Saturday, before the event and all.”

I looked back at the TV to see the score, only to find out that Toronto scored another 2-run homer. “Yeah, alright, let’s go.” I answered him as I turned off the TV.
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Right after we got done with me being fitted for a suit, I expected to go back home. What happened next surprised me. Instead of going home, we instead went into the heartland of what created the suburbs, Chicago.

“Why are we here?” I asked Stephen as we drove up to the Shedd Aquarium after about an hour of driving.

“What? Don’t like fishes? How about we go to the museum that’s right next door?” He answered.

“That’s not what I mean. I mean, why are we here, instead of being home?”

He stayed silent for a few seconds before answering me again. “I guess I’m not allowed to spend time with my son whom I left 17 years ago with nothing but his mother?”

I see, he tried to make me feel bad. Well fuck, it worked. “Look, that’s not what I mean. I-“

“I get it, you just don’t want anything to do with me since I was the one left you and your mother all those years huh?”

I stayed silent a few seconds before speaking to him once more. “Can we go to the art institute?” I asked as I looked away from him, almost mumbling it.

He looked at me with tears in his eyes, crying that I was rejecting him, but then became obviously happy that I was willing to accept his offer. “Art man huh?” He asked me, trying to clear his nose and eyes.

“No, it’s just mom always took me to the aquarium almost all the god damn time. I’d like to see something different for once, that’s all. Anything wrong with that?”

He smiled at me. “No, absolutely nothing is wrong with that… son.”
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As we drove through the streets, I don’t know why, but a song popped in my head, and I decided to start singing it inside the car. “Chicago, Chicago – that toddlin’ town.”

Stephen smiled and started to sing alongside me. “Chicago, Chicago – I’ll show you around. I love it.”

Before I knew it, we both started to sing the lyrics together. “Bet your bottom dollar you’ll lose the blues in Chicago, Chicago. The town that Billy Sunday could not shut down.

On State Street, that great street, I’d just want to say – They do things that they don’t do on Broadway. They have the time, the time of their life. I saw a man, he danced with his wife. In Chicago, Chicago, my home town.”
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As we drove into a parking lot near the institute, we began to do small talk, talking about ourselves, getting to know each other better and all. The conversation continued inside the institute as we looked at all the art inside. We discussed things like our favorite TV shows, favorite books, favorite music, everything. It was almost… enjoyable.

After some hours of looking at art, the institute was beginning to close, so we went outside where Stephen had suggested taking a picture of us together next to one of the lions outside of the institute. Luckily there was a citizen kind enough nearby to do that with the phone that Stephen gave them. As I told Stephen later, luckily they didn’t run off with the phone after they took the picture, as they gave the phone back.

As we were walking back to our car, we saw a man on the sidewalk playing some blues, so we stopped and watched a while, listening to him play ‘Boom Boom, Crossroad, Kind Hearted Woman’ ending it with ‘Sweet Home Chicago’. We paid the man some money for the entertainment, then went back to the car.
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As we arrived home, it was easy to say that Stephen’s wife, Debra, was not pleased. She immediately began to interrogate us about being back so late, in which Stephen only answered. “I was spending some quality time with my son.” I guess she knew she wasn’t going to get anything else out of him because she stopped shouting at us after that, and decided to walk away.

“I was spending some quality time with my son?” I asked him.

“Well, it’s true, isn’t it?” He asked back.

I smiled at him. I suppose it was true, wasn’t it? He then spoke again.

“You have fun today Joseph?”

I stayed quiet a little bit to build up the drama, then answered. “Yeah-“ I answered softly. “Yeah, it was dad.” I smiled at him as I said the last word. He began to tear up in happiness and then gave me a hug. Usually I would push away for that sort of thing if it was another man doing it, but because of the moment and all, I gave in and hugged him back.

After a few seconds of hugging, he let go and spoke while trying to clear his face of tears. “So, I’m sure Debra has made some delicious dinner. How about we go get some, hmm?”

“Sure, right behind ya.” I answered with a smile, and followed him to the dining hall to eat dinner before going to bed for the night.
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Alright, Chapter 25. One note I’d like to put out is that I’m putting both my other two stories as of this chapter’s release on hiatus. This is because it’s easier to write one story rather than three. This does NOT mean though that I will be dropping them altogether, because I actually know where I want to go with them. Just want to focus on IANW a little bit, get it somewhere, that is all. I’d also like to say that when I was thinking of Octavia in her human form, I was mostly thinking of the way she’s drawn by the artist John Joseco. So if you haven’t seen any of his work on Octavia, go check it out... At least the non-pornographic ones. Okay, now it’s that is all. That is all.
Frogger is not as fun when the cars are traveling at 60 mph. A public announcement by UraniumSpoon.
P.S. It is too! It’s the most fun at 88 mph- CrADHD P.P.S. Eighty eight is my favourite number! - CrADHD