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To:NewGuyOnBlock@copland.com

Dear Blair:

Well, things are going well at work, we seem to be getting into a routine.
You seem happy. I seem happy. But for some reason, once we are home you are
way too quiet. Having you working out of town undercover is not helping us at
all.

I decided to ask Megan if she noticed anything wrong with us and she said,
that she thinks you have a lot on your mind. This cop business is not as easy
for you as it is for us. She says that you are of much better moral
character. I don't even want to tell her what you did to me last night. <g>
"Do you suppose you could do that again, tonight, Chief?"

I really miss you, Blair. I miss your words, your actions, your body heat in
the bed next to me. Do you have any idea of how much longer you will be
gone? I know I am not supposed to ask, but I can't help it. I miss you so
badly.

Okay, I will stop for now, before I am a big old pile of Jell-O on the floor.
<g> I miss you, I adore you, and can't wait for you to be home again.

Love,

Jim



To:ToughGuy@copland.com

Dear Jim:

I am just going to come right out and say this. I feel like I just can't do
this much longer. It has nothing to do with you, or me. It is just part of
life. It isn't me. I liked hanging out with you, but that is when there
wasn't so much pressure on me to maybe have to take life. Maybe all I need is
some good counseling. God, Big Guy, I mean at work. Not at home, I can see
you on the verge of panic right now. Sorry. I love holding you in my arms.
I love sleeping with you. I love fucking your brains out. All of that.
That isn't going to change anytime soon. No, let me rephrase that, it isn't
going to change ever. I will think on it some more.

Rafe said that I am doing a great job and making his life bearable with my
cooking. <g> He is such a food slut. I kid you not, this man is happy if you
feed him. Doesn't need anything else. Not that I would be giving him
anything else. <g> This is a boring case and both of us are getting burned
out fast. I just remember that when we get back to the apartment I can email
you. You are like my lifeline.

Have you been doing much with Simon and Joel? I know that you said something
about a game, so tell me how it went. Babe, I am soooooo bored, it is beyond
words. Rafe wants to ask you something.

[Hey Jim, it is me, Rafe. Can you check on Brown and see how he is doing.
And would you just send a quick note and let Blair know. I worry about him.
Thanks.]

Okay, well I guess I will go for now, lover. Take care of yourself. No
zoning, ya hear? I love you truly, madly, deeply. <g>

Forever,
Blair




To:NewGuyOnBlock@copland.com

Dear Rafe:

Okay, first off, let me tell you what Brown said.
He said to get your ass done with this stupid case so you can get back to
where you belong. He misses you and has no one to help him stay in line.
Okay, now don't worry about Brown. OK? I will keep an eye on him and he is
coming over this weekend for the poker game if I have to drag him over. And
you can send email to me and I will give it to him. No problem. In fact I
might have him come over nightly and send off something for you. What do you
think of that. <g>

Bye for now.

Jim

To:NewGuyOnBlock@copland.com


Dear Blair:

Okay, I just sent off an email for Rafe about Brown. I don't want him
worrying about him. There is no need. We are all taking care of him. He is
like this big old lost kid. <g> Joel has taken him under his wing. Doesn't
want him goofing up before Rafe gets back.

Now, on to the important subject matter. Blair, if you feel like you are
doing something you don't like then don't worry about it. WE will work
something out. I believe that you are perfect at this new job, but that
might be because I love having you as my partner. Selfish as always. I
would never keep you there if you didn't want to be. I am so grateful to
have you in my life Blair. If you didn't want to work with me, that would be
all right. I could learn to live with that. As long as you were there when
I got home.

You mentioned seeing someone about this, is it really bothering you that
much. Because if it is, I think you should tell Simon right now. I don't
want something happening to you because of it. You mean entirely too much to
me to let this happen.

"Chief, does a hard-on count as personal growth?" Bet you are smiling now,
aren't you? "Because you know I have all the personal growth you are going
to need for a long time." Trying to make you smile more, is it working?

"Blair, did stress ever cause you to wake up screaming, and then realize you
weren't sleeping yet?" I thought of this the other day. When my day would
not seen to end. LOL <g>

I went to the game with Joel, Simon, Brown and Conner. We let her go if she
promised to not embarrass us. LOL <g> She did pretty good. We all had fun.
Although there was a certain person who will remain nameless, that was
missing and missed. :)

Now promise me that no one has ever died of lack of sex. I keep saying this
every morning. "I will not die, I will not die," <g> I miss your body
against mine. Can't wait to get you in my arms.

Be safe, Chief, I miss you soooooo badly. Kisses, hugs and anything else I
can send by email. :) Hell if I could, instead of You've Got Mail, it would
mean, You've Got Male. :)

Love forever,
Jim