[This is my first attempt, so I thought I'd try and make it good. It's definitely a story, not just wank-material. So if you're impatient, maybe you want to come back to this later. Love feedback etc, so hit me up with that shiz. Enjoy!]

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It was November and the wind storm that had picked up was typical Northwest weather. It began pouring rain just as Jack pulled into his

He took the stairs three at a time, his heart beating in his chest like a row of timpani. Outside Meghan’s door he paused, breathing slowly to calm himself. His mom was right; he was acting like a kid. He pressed his ear to the door.



She was still playing the violin. It was something a little more complicated than jingle bells and she was humming to it. Jack turned the knob slow