This is a story about the ups and downs of a long distance relationship. How a couple struggles to survive the miles between them. It's not easy to maintain their relationship, but it's worth fighting for.

Van McCann knew perfectly well what to expect when stepping into a strip club for his twenty-first birthday; half-naked women and lots of eye candy. It being his first time and alone, he simply ordered one lap dance and sat down on the purple couch in the somewhat desolate corner. His first time at a strip club ended so well and caused a brand new addiction that he just couldn't hold back. Every other day he would go there, so much so he started making up excuses not to go to band rehearsals. Only Van knew what was going on, the stripper he would order every time could not see his face or any of his handsome, chiseled features. So, what happens when his dirty little secret is told to the world? K. Adams © 2016 - 2017 Cover Credit to the amazingly talented @kimyungyeoms or smth like tht

[✓] ∥ It all happened in a split second. One moment I was on his back, and the next one I was lying on the ground, watching the man who would be responsible for my possible disabilities run away. The woman was sitting and had her back against a near-by wall, and from what I could see, her eyes were wide and she was shaking. I would be too, if I wasn't paralyzed. Literally. A few hours later, well, just about 20 seconds in reality, she slowly stood up and observed me with horror in her eyes for a few moments. I looked back at her, seeing as that was the only thing I could do to let her know I was still alive. "Dear lord, child, what have you done?" She whispered, looking down at me. "I need..." I could barely choke the words out. "I need you to call the ambulance." Copyright © 2014 by funkystyles