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Quaranteam: Selected Servicing - Ch. 1 (alpha)
🕑 Added 2024-08-13 21:18:55 +0000 UTCQuaranteam: Selected Servicing
(A 10-part Quaranteam tale)
by Devin McTaggart ( http://www.patreon.com/CorruptingPower )
Part One - “I Became Interesting”
December 29th, 2020
“Andy, love, I hate to be a pest, but I think I need to ask a favor,” Fiona said as she poked her head into the office. Andy had his feet up against the wall and his head tilted back, his eyes closed but still scrunched up nonetheless. “It shouldn’t be too hard, but, well, I think it has to come from you.” Fiona tilted her head a little, as Andy hadn’t responded, then glanced over to Aisling, who was sitting on the couch in the room, working on something on her iPad. “He’s stuck, isn’t he?”
“I’m not stuck!” Andy said, stabbing a fingertip into the air.
“He’s stuck,” Ash said, not looking up from her work.
“I’m not stuck!” He twirled his fingertip in the air, keeping his eyes closed.
“How much have you written today?” Fiona asked him.
Andy sighed, lowering his finger in defeat. “I admit, I may be temporarily jammed, but I refuse to admit to being stuck.”
“Wow,” Fiona giggled with a low whistle of admiration. “That stuck, huh?”
“Jammed,” Andy protested.
“Andy…” Ashling cautioned.
“Fine,” he grumbled. “Yes. Very stuck. Some days it’s there, and other days… it’s like tuning into a channel and finding only static.”
“Will you allow me to distract you for a few hours with a different problem, one which I suspect you’re the only one who can get a result on?”
“Fi, you just got dosed yesterday,” Andy chuckled.
“Not that, goof, not that I’d mind another quick fuck up against the wall” she said as she moved over and slid her ass up onto his desk before putting her bare feet in his lap, knowing that he was always much more likely to say yes when she asked him for something if they were making physical contact when she did it. “I’m… I’m having trouble getting the staff to talk to me for my book.”
Andy finally opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her. “What’s the trouble?”
“They don’t want to do it.”
“They don’t have to do it.”
“That’s just it,” Fiona said. “I don’t think they really don’t want to do it.”
Andy narrowed his eyes at her and tried to parse the sentence in his head a few times over, but the words kept tripping each other up and he couldn’t quite follow it. “Explain.”
“I think they wouldn’t mind talking to me about their lives for the book; they’re just afraid you don’t want them to.”
“Why would I not want them to?”
“Your level of interaction with the staff is so wildly varied, babe, it’s a wonder that you have a handle on how to deal with most of them,” Aisling contributed with a reserved expression of amusement. “Everyone’s got their own rules and nobody’s at all like anybody else.”
“It’s not that complicated,” Andy said. “Nicolette and Whitney prefer a dom/sub approach, Lexi and Melody see it as a boss/employee level, Mali sees me as the man who’s helping her survive her grief over the loss of the love of her life, and Katie and Jenny see me mostly as just a bit of livestock that needs regular tending to.”
Both women laughed at that, and Aisling made a little neighing sound before Fiona spoke again. “I think they’re just looking for your permission to talk about it all, Andy, but they don’t know how to bring it up to you without seeming ungrateful,” Fiona said. “I haven’t really been able to find my place with Nicolette, and I’m not sure she knows what to make of me.”
“You tried being dominant?” Ash asked.
“I’m not sure how to go about it,” Fiona admitted. “We never really dabbled in that scene the first time we were together, Andy, so I’m genuinely surprised how you seem to be so good at it with her, babe.”
“I wasn’t when I started, but I figured out pretty early on that Nicolette wanted me to be a firm hand with her, and when I started leaning into it, she made sure to provide positive feedback and encouragement, and I used that to get better and more adept at what she wanted from me. She seems to think, barring a couple of missteps here and there, that I’ve taken quite naturally to the idea of being a dominant. Whitney’s said she doesn’t believe I didn’t have any dom experience before meeting Nicolette. I’ve tried convincing her, but she thinks I’m just being modest,” Andy said to his two soon-to-be wives (or STBWs) in the room. “Anyway, we should go and properly establish you as a domme in the house. It might be already implied, but I’ve learned it’s better to be explicit with these kinds of things.”
“I mean, if we ask her to do things, Andy, she does them,” Fiona said. “How much more—”
“More than that,” Andy replied a bit curtly, almost as if he was starting to pull on the shades of his dominant persona in anticipation. “Look, it’ll all be new to you two as well and so it’ll take some getting used to, but—”
“Speak for yourself, babe,” Ash giggled. “One of my first boyfriends liked to be a little subby now and then, so I got the hang of it early on. Gender’s different – concepts remain the same.”
“Don’t you dare try and treat me like a sub, or you and me will have words, missy,” Andy said, teasing Ash, who giggled back.
“You think you can handle me at my brattiest?”
“I think I can have Lexi and Melody hand cuff you and then I can come in and tease you every hour on the hour until you’re begging me to let you off the hook,” he told her, seeing a glimmering in her eyes that said she was almost tempted to try it, just for the experience, but liked that she’d been able to stoke his authoritative side with just a few words, and that, she’d apparently decided, would be enough for now.
“I’ll keep that in mind, babe.”
“Anyway, let’s go have a talk with Nicolette and we can start carving out the house pecking order a bit,” Andy said with a chuckle. He reached over and grabbed his cellphone, pulling up the house Discord, sending a message to Nicolette. -Nic, where are you at right now?-
-Doing laundry. What do you need, Master?-
-Can you take a break from that and come down to the hidden bedroom?-
-Playtime?-
-Yes and no. But you’ll have a good time. I promise.-
-Can I finish getting this load folded?-
-Sure. See you in 15 or so?-
-Thanks, Master!-
“She’ll be down as soon as she’s finished folding her load of laundry,” Andy said, as he lowered his phone, realizing Fiona was looking over his shoulder. “Can I help you?”
“Does everyone text you in full sentences like that?” she asked him. “I swear, if you saw the sort of terrifying Prince shorthand in our girls’ group chats, you’d probably have a conniption fit. I mean, it is truly some appalling abuse of the English language.”
“That’s why everyone texts him like they do, I’m sure,” Ash replied with a giggle.
“Hannah and Asha can be a little bit ragged, but I think they’re doing it to rile me up intentionally,” Andy said. “Although I’ve been losing a little bit of patience with Hannah using the letter ‘u’ in place of ‘you’ or ‘2’ in place of ‘too’ and warned her that if she keeps it up, I’m going to start stretching her time in between treatments a little, so she knows I mean business.”
“You’re not paddling her ass?” Fiona asked him.
“You think that would discourage her?” Ash shot back with a giggle. “She’s way into that kind of thing.”
“What’s your old joke, Fi?” Andy said with a smirk. “Don’t threaten you with a good time? She likes a bit of pain, so it’s not a useful deterrent. But I’ve learned what works, and she’s coming around accordingly.”
“And to think just a month or two ago, he was worried he wasn’t going to be able to handle being a father,” Ash laughed. “Now he’s already got theories on parental care and the applications of punishment therein.”
“Don’t make me threaten you with a good time,” Andy said, swatting at Ash’s ass, which made the redhead giggle.
They headed out of the office and over across the hallway to the lower master bedroom, the sort of giant bunker-like bedroom that had the only bed in the entire building large enough to hold the entirety of Team Rook all at once. (They’d tried it just a few days ago on Christmas Day, and Andy had found it overwhelming to be surrounded by that much naked flesh all at once. Oh, nobody had been doing anything – it had mostly just been proof of concept. And he’d desperately been hoping that it wouldn’t be a regular occurrence, because trying to focus on anything or anyone in that sea of beauty was a fool’s errand. Thinking had been very hard. He couldn’t move an inch without bumping into a boob or an ass or feel a pair of lips kissing flesh somewhere on his body.)
A few minutes later, Nicolette walked into the room, dressed in her typical French maid’s outfit, the sort of thing that looked somewhere between an actual maid’s outfit and a sex costume, although Nicolette had a dozen or so variations that she varied between, some much more traditional and a few so scandalous that Andy had politely asked her not to wear them when they had guests over at the house. The one she had on today was mostly towards the traditional although Fiona would’ve happily wagered at ten to one odds that Nicolette didn’t have panties on underneath. She rarely did.
Nicolette had a huge smile on her face, as she skipped over towards the three of them, her hands folded behind her back. “What’s up, Master?”
“We need to have a little bit of a talk, Nicolette, about establishing some… new roles around the house,” Andy said, and Fiona noted it was almost like his demeanor had shifted. Fiona had noticed this happen with Andy before when he was around members of the staff, like he was donning a suit of armor or clothes more fitting to how he was expected to behave. “I need to change some of the expectations we have around the house.”
“Certainly Master, how can—”
“Knees,” he said with a sort of quiet authority that Fiona realized fit him like a second skin, and before the word was off his lips, Nicolette had dropped down onto her knees before him. He reached over and offered her a little smile as his fingertips brushed across her face, her eyes looking up at him adoringly. “Good girl. I’m extending your mandate.”
“Yes Master,” she said, leaning her face into his touch. “What sort of changes should I be expecting? How can I better serve you?”
“I’m going to extend your service to include both Aisling and Fiona as your Mistresses,” Andy said. His voice had taken on an authority with such casual grace that Fiona hadn’t heard it slip in until it was already there. “I realize this is a change in our agreement, so I’m offering you a chance to object now, if you feel these new accommodations would be unwelcome to you.”
“Oh, not at all, Master, Mistresses,” Nicolette purred with a grin. “Am I being extended to all of your future wives, Master, or just to Mistress Aisling and Mistress Fiona?”
“Well, you can always play with any member of the house that you want to, Nicolette, but I want to extend the courtesy of dominion to both of these two women so that in the event I’m not around or am disabled, there will be some… structure for you. I may have to do some teaching, with your help, to show Fi and Ash how to keep you in place.”
“Are you implying that I can be bratty, Master?” Nicolette giggled.
“I have no need for implications, Nicolette,” Andy said with a chuckle. “I’m flat out stating it. Yes, you can absolutely be a brat. Not that I mind. I just have to remind myself that bending you over my knee and paddling your ass red isn’t much of a punishment, considering how much you enjoy it.”
“Yes Master,” Nicolette said. “Sorry, Master.”
“No, you’re not.”
“No, I’m really not.”
“So, Fi, Ash, the first thing you need to learn is that Nicolette, while a bit of a brat, is also perhaps the most open and honest about what she wants, likes and doesn’t like, of all the staff members, and if you ask her a question, you may get a snide response at first, if you push even a little, you’ll also get a genuine answer.”
“Is this going to be a tour of all the staff, Master?”
“It might be,” Andy said, his hand stroking Nicolette’s face gingerly. “Why?”
“Is this for Mistress Fiona’s book that she’s working on?”
“Partly, but also to make sure that if I dip into a regeneration again, or, God forbid, something should happen to me, that there’s plans on what I need to do to keep people satisfied and happy. Consider it advance planning.”
“Then your head house slut would like to make an offer for you,” Nicolette said, a wry grin on her face. “She will play the role of your tour guide through each of the staff members, if you allow her to take part and participate with each one. It will make the rest of the staff feel at ease having what is essentially their union rep present.”
“Some of the staff might be a little more reticent to that kind of thing,” Andy said cautiously, trying not to volunteer any names.
“I’ll talk to them and make sure it’s okay with everyone, but I think having me there might put people more at ease, Master, and so they know they’ve got support if there’s things they don’t want to talk about. Besides, I think the staff is becoming more adventurous than you give them credit for.”
Andy chuckled slightly, giving a little nod. “I can agree to that, and to those terms. How did I get so lucky to have someone as understanding as you heading up my staff, Nicolette?”
“May your girl get up off her knees for just one moment, Master?”
“Of course.”
Nicolette stood up, the high heels keeping her a little taller than him, before she grabbed his head with both of her hands and pulled him into a searing kiss, so much so that Ash and Fi made little cat calls at her. When the kiss broke, Nicolette’s smile at Andy’s look of surprise told Fi everything she needed to know. “Master, you have gone out of your way to do literally everything for us,” she said. “I know you’re trying to be humble and self-effacing a bit, but you deserve this. You deserve us. You helped us save our friends, and you raised our salaries without us asking because you thought we deserved more than the Air Force was paying us. We’re just following your lead on how to be our best possible selves. I know you’re still getting used to the whole Master thing, but I hate to tell you this… you’re kinda good at it,” she giggled, as she moved to get back down onto her knees, nuzzling her face against his hip slightly. “And your slut will happily answer all of Mistress’s questions, as long as you’re giving me a dosing today.”
Andy pulled his phone out and glanced at his scheduling app. It had only been a few days since Nicolette had last been dosed, after having spent the time while he was away being patient, so he didn’t feel at all bad about giving her another dose so soon, especially with how helpful she was willing to be with getting the staff to talk to Fiona. “I don’t have too busy of a day with dishing them out, so I can get behind this, as long as you two don’t mind?”
Fiona rubbed her hand against the back of Andy’s shoulders. “I’ve taped interviews while under gunfire before. You having a bit of fun with Nicolette won’t be too much of a challenge.”
“Oh, but you’re going to be lending a hand here too, Fi.” Andy moved over to sit down on the edge of the bed, pulling Nicolette over with him, tugging her up and onto the bed, turning her to lay on her back. “I want you and Ash to each hold onto one of her arms, so Nicolette’s sort of bound up and unable to move them while we’re doing this.”
“Oooo!” Ash giggled. “Our own little restraints for her.” Ash hopped onto the bed first and immediately sat down on top of Nicolette’s left arm, pinning it down against the mattress. She also reached over and pulled down Nicolette’s top enough to make her breasts spring free from it, a slight wobble and jiggle to them as they were loosed. Not the biggest set in the house, but certainly in the top five in terms of sheer mass. They were Ash’s favorite pair, though, as his fiery redhead partner had never stopped expressing admiration for them. “I swear, it’s bollocks you get a rack like this and I’m little miss mounds here.”
“Disparage your breasts again, my love, and your ass will get paddled, because I know you’re not as fond of it as Nicolette and Whitney.”
“Mmm,” Ash said with a sly smile. “Now and then it’s fine, but when a girl gives you the go ahead to paddle, Mr. Rook, sometimes you can take it a little too far.”
“Well, sometimes you don’t want it quite as hard as you think you do…”
Fiona moved over to slide up on the other part of the bed, grabbing Nicolette’s other arm. “Now now, you two, play nice or I’ll have to get Katie to spray you both with the hose again.”
“I knew that was you,” Ash smirked. “No way Katie makes a move like that on her own.”
“You can’t keep her mouth busy, Andy, but the rest of her, have at,” Fiona said as she reached into her purse and pulled out her little digital audio recorder, setting it down next to her on the bed.
Where do I begin? I was born in Portland, Oregon, in something of a surprise for my folks. They hadn’t planned on having kids, and I apparently broke through the birth control both my mom, Lea, and my dad Martine, were using, but even more surprisingly, mom didn’t realize she was pregnant for the first five and a half months, because they were so convinced they’d taken all the precautions they needed – he was using condoms and she was on birth control pills, but, you know, sometimes life finds a way.
Growing up, I didn’t find it hard to know that I wasn’t something that had ever been on the cards for my parents. My mother ran a restaurant where she was the head chef, called Délice Cher or Expensive Delight. She was also the owner, so she took on all the responsibilities of making sure everything was running properly, and that didn’t leave her a whole lot of time to be a mother. My father, Martine, was an architect, and he was always building things all across the country, which meant he would spend months on end on the road, and I would be left to hang around the restaurant when I wasn’t over at friends’ houses or in daycare or with a sitter.
Whenever I was around the restaurant, Mom mostly put me to work, and so I didn’t get a whole lot of time to be a kid and do kid things. I learned how to dice an onion at age five. I was stocking shelves a year later. As such, as much as how I loved the restaurant smelled, I grew to resent being around there, because it always meant I couldn’t play or draw or watch television.
I didn’t really build much in the way of friends either though, growing up, simply because Mom and Dad were too busy to let me get involved in social activities or help me meet with other kids. The few friends I had were sort of fair-weather friends, and there were days with them where I felt like there I was to fill a quota of “non-rich people” to their friend groups.
That was true until I got to high school, and at that point, I started to really come into my own, simply by virtue of the fact that my dad got me a car for my sixteenth birthday, and from that point on, I was about as independent as I could get.
I sort of hated it.
It wasn’t until I didn’t have it anymore that I learned I liked the sort of structure my old life had brought with it, how I’d sort of liked having orders to follow, chores to complete, things to do and tasks to finish.
The sense of freedom was exhausting, and I started looking for ways to integrate structure into my life, ways to make sure my life had more rigidity and form to it. I joined a couple of after school activities – cheerleading, mostly, but also took an interest in joining the school plays.
My figure filled in early on, and by the time I turned seventeen, I was the buxom blonde that every guy in the school wanted to fuck, which brought with it a different set of problems, just because most of them simply saw me as a mountain to be conquered, not a person to get to know, which I was having none of.
My senior year, though, I met Damien. We were paired up in AP Chemistry together and he wasn’t at all like any of the boys who’d come sniffing around my skirt before. At first, I didn’t think he was even all that interested in me. He wore nothing but black, had dark red hair and he was constantly sketching, before class, after class, even during class if he felt like the teacher was simply rehashing things she’d said before.
He didn’t want to show off his sketchbook to me at first, thinking I was simple some bubble-headed blonde, but after catching a glimpse of one of his sketches and commenting that it looked like Boris Vallejo, suddenly I became interesting, and he started to talk to me, shocked I knew who Vallejo was. (One of the line chefs at Mom’s restaurant had a book that he’d done the cover to he was reading one day, so I’d asked to see it, just to find out who the cover artist was, and what the book was about.)
Within a month or so, Damien was my first True Love, and he had a whole hell of a lot about the world to teach me, including introducing me to a movie that sort of came to define who I was. After school and cheerleading practice one day, Damien came over to my house for a make out session that was moving ahead nicely when we decided to take a break and put on a movie. I found a film in my parents’ DVD collection that I’d noticed was turned backwards, so the title wasn’t facing outward, which is literally the only reason we put it on in the first place.
The 2002 film was called ‘Secretary.’
I can tell by the expression on your faces neither of you have seen it, although I know Master has, because we watched it together at one point early during our quarantine here at Rook Manor, just so he’d understand how I like things, as the film can be considered very educational. I can lend you both the DVD, if you want!
As it turned out, Damien had a keen interest in BDSM as well, and between the two of us, we began to explore our sexualities together.
It was good while it lasted, but it became obvious relatively early on that we were on different axes of the BDSM spectrum. I was very much into the B and D, and Damien was more into the S and M, particularly the S, and it started to turn towards levels of pain I was uncomfortable with, and unsatisfied by, so I broke up with him a couple of weeks before Senior Prom. I was going to return the dress, but I decided, fuck it, I already bought the ticket, and who needed that asshole to take me to a party where everyone was just going to stare at me anyway, so I went on my own.
By that point, I’d actually made good friends with the rest of the girls on the cheerleading squad, a surprising number of whom didn’t have dates to Prom, so we all took turns dancing with each other, although occasionally some little nerdling would dare to come up to us and ask one of us to dance. The first time it happened, the cheerleader he asked started to giggle, and I slapped her on the ass so hard, I think it knocked some sense into her, so she said yes, and before you knew it, all the single guys were just having fun dancing with some of the prettiest girls in school.
I’m still proud of my actions that night, because, like, over half the cheerleaders who hadn’t had boyfriends going to Prom had boyfriends after Prom. Last I looked, a bunch of those relationships lasted into college, and some of them even got married. Too many cheerleaders had overlooked too many nerds, and after I turned my Senior Prom into a prototype for that show Beauty & The Geek, everyone was more open with everyone.
After high school, my folks didn’t really care where I went, as long as the answer was ‘away’ and not under their roof.
Because I had an interest in learning more about the B/D scene, I decided to go to where it seemed like that sort of thing was most openly practiced – San Francisco.
When I moved into San Francisco in 2017, I lived in absolutely the worst part of the Tenderloin you can imagine. There were homeless people outside of my apartment building at all times of day or night, and the third Dot Com crash had only just happened, so the whole city had a sort of weird listlessness to it.
I had saved some money aside, enough to live for about half a year in my shitty apartment, but I needed work. I was willing to wait tables or work in a restaurant if I needed to, but I really wanted something more intense. The idea of stripping for a living didn’t work for me, though. But then a nice twist of fate happened.
I was sitting in a sidewalk café, enjoying a nice early breakfast, when one of the nerds I’d helped in high school, a guy named Leo Condor spotted me when he was walking by with his father, Raphael Condor. Leo’s dad was a big-name investment banker, and he’d just that morning fired his personal assistant for stealing from the petty cash. Leo asked if I had a job, and before the end of my breakfast, I was Raphael Condor’s new personal assistant.
Within my first week of work, however, I’d also met Josh Fielder, who would go on to become my second dom, after Damien. Josh was a client of Raphael’s, even though the two didn’t like each other very much. Josh was a videographer for a porn company run out of the old Armory building called CBF productions, which stood for Control By Force.
Josh, for all his flaws and they were many, taught me a lot about the BDSM scene. He had a fascination with ropes and restraints, and through his tutelage, I learned all about shibari, handcuffs, shackles, the Saint Andrew’s cross, manacles, leashes and lots, lots more. I liked being tied up, as long as it didn’t cross the threshold into cutting into circulation. So Josh taught me while I helped him set up shots, or while we were playing with other people, because Josh also loved exhibitionism, so showing me off became one of his favorite pastimes.
The longer I was here in San Francisco, the more it became clear to me that Josh had been another mistake, and in many ways, so had Raphael. Raph was great people, a good man who genuinely wanted to make positive change in the world, even if his intended methods sounded a little bit crazy, but I wasn’t cut out for working in investment banking. Without meaning to, I’d make generally one semi-major mistake a week, and while Raph always felt bad for me and would try and explain what it was I’d missed, I didn’t have the heart to point out to him that my mistakes were because he wouldn’t set deadlines – he just assumed I’d know them.
And then in June of 2019, Josh took me to a party where I met Whitney. We exchanged phone numbers and a week later, I’d had it with Josh’s shit and kicked him to the curb, leaving me without a Master. About four months after that, I quit working for Raph, and I was sort of in a slow tailspin when the whole lockdown thing happened, and we all got told to stay in our apartments and not go out unless it was for emergency supplies.
I was starting to get worried, because I had no job, no income and no Master. But I had Whitney and she and I talked on the phone all the damn time. We even made it a point to be each other’s bubble buddy, so we could see each other once every week or so, and not freak out. That’s why her safety was of such importance to me.
Fiona had found it remarkable how much Nicolette was able to keep her train of thought while Andy, herself and Ash had been doing their best to overwhelm the poor girl, with her and Ash assaulting Nicolette’s nipples as Andy had started fucking her right around the point in the story where she’d met Josh.
Andy’s concentration finally snapped, and he thrust his cock deep inside of the maid’s pussy as his orgasm escaped his body and triggered hers, that biochemical nanobot induced release just as good as the real thing, and twice as good when it was blended with a natural one, which it looked like Nicolette was getting.
After they’d both come down from the high, Nicolette had wriggled out from underneath them and moved to get on her knees, putting Andy sitting down on the bed between his two fiancées as she started to lick his cock clean.
“It’s not really all that interesting of a story,” Nicolette said in between running her tongue along Andy’s cock to clean it. “But then again, I’m not even 23 yet, so I’ve led a relatively short life.”
“You still didn’t explain how you can seemingly appear and disappear in this place, Nicolette,” Ash said, a hint of impatience to her voice.
Nicolette grinned shyly and offered a little shrug. “I’ll tell you if you like, but I feel like the explanation’s only going to disappoint you, Mistress.”
“Well, I—”
“She doesn’t want to know,” Andy said, stroking Nicolette’s hair. “And neither do I. There aren’t enough mysteries in the world, so I’m willing to let this one lie for as long as I can. I think we can all live with that, don’t you?”
Nicolette’s beaming smile told Fiona how glad she was to still retain her mystery and power, as she nodded thankfully. “Thank you, Master.”
“And you’ll talk to the others? Convince them to share their histories with Fiona, Ash and myself?”
“Is it alright if it’s just you and Fiona, Master?” Nicolette said, nervously looking at Aisling. “I love you, Mistress Aisling, but it’s just a lot of people.”
“No no,” Ash said with a giggle. “I understand. Last thing you want is too many cats in the henhouse all at once. As long as we have an understanding that if I want to play wi—”
“Your slut is more than eager for that time, Mistress,” Nicolette purred, sliding her hand along Ash’s thigh.
“Give me a few days to start talking to the others, but I’ll have Whitney for you next, Mistress Fi, and I think you’ll find we will be a great deal of fun to play with…”
Fiona licked her lips with a smile. “I intend to hold you to that…”
Comments
Gary Coleman
And now the CDC doesn't report ANYthing!
DCM
I look on the Alaska State Public Health web site and apparently Covid doesn’t exist. I know there are spikes in different towns…Safeway ran out of test kits. But there is no reporting of that kind of data; no way to know if this is coming to your town or not.
DCM
I’ve been reading some of the partner stories and enjoy them all, so much creativity out there. But some I notice aren’t being updated as often. Yesterday I went to the doctor found myself with a nice well developed case of Covid. And I thought where I would score? Oh dear. But this thing isn’t leaving on its own. More variants as well. I’m in a small town with a lot of tourists visiting. When the tourists arrive so does Covid.
Dennis McNulty
I believe we will be getting some wonderful back stories that makes this such a great overall adventure to follow. Keep on keeping on, or, as the old school counter culture posters said; keep on truckn'.
Admiral Ale
Another plate spinning above you. And as always, Stay safe.
BAK
Thanks for yet another story line!
