My heart bleeds for poor dear Martin. And although Douglas is the love of my life unbelievably yummy, I'm heading for the punch-Douglas-in-the-face queue shouting "You stupid bastard! You should have gone it with him!". Oh dear.

I've been glued to my laptop ever since you posted the first chapter, desperately needing the next fix. And the next. And the next ... Please, more, soon.