Hi B -- I love the way you write Jason and I particularly like the way you write so that I can really feel his pain -- I don't know how to quote a certain section but -- here goes -- this section was beautiful...

Pressing his thumbs against both temples, Jason Morgan pressed down hard, hoping it would relieve the pain. His lungs burned from the harsh cold that entered him. Nothing he did helped ease the tension that had seeped into his body the last few weeks.

Quickly tugging the zipper of his leather jacket open and roughly pulling off his leather gloves, he leaned back on the wooden bench. Closing his eyes, he attempted to grab a hold of himself. His muscles began to slowly relax from the soft whisper of air against his chest and the exposed skin of his neck and arms. For a split moment he felt calm, before pain sliced through his temples and down his spine.

Groaning, he grasped his head and rocked as the agonizing sensation intensified. Eyes still closed, flashes flew across his eyelids. Blurred colors-soft golden hues, flickering red. Hard damp wood against his back and gentle warm digits on his forehead. Muffled words and vague whispers. The memories washed over Jason and his mind grasped at the disappearing images behind his eyelids. The pain whispered away.


I started reading this at your site. I am so looking forward to your version of the post-NOP time frame. Thank you so much for posting this and please do so again soon. -- Lisa