Gays of Our Lives: Book 4 (Chapter 76-100)

 ****Scene 1: Michael’s POV********************** 

Upstairs Bedroom, 

Chandler Mansion, Raven Hill Island

It seemed like it wasn’t that long ago when Eric and I and our combined families were having Thanksgiving at my family’s home. In my opinion Thanksgiving is about two things spending time with family and of course eating turkey. But last year none of us ended up eating any turkey that evening at the mansion instead we ended the night having stuffed our faces with Pezzullo’s pizza. To make a long story short you should never ever deep fry a frozen turkey unless you want your Thanksgiving dinner to go up in smoke literally. That night, last Thanksgiving I did get to enjoy a different kind of meat. Eric’s cock.

This time around I had my mouth set on a different kind of meat other than Eric’s schlong. I’m sure by the end of the night I would be getting some of Eric’s meat but I hoped this time around I would be able to eat some turkey like the rest of the millions of Americans celebrating turkey day.

When I woke up that morning in my bedroom Eric and I had just spent the night making passionate love. We could smell wondrous smells coming from the downstairs kitchen. Cinnamon. Brown sugar. Sweet potato pie. String bean Casserole. Macaroni and cheese. Smoked ham. And of course turkey. Mmmm it smelled so good.

As Eric lay asleep in our marriage bed I tiptoed to our ensuite bathroom so that I could clean myself up. I couldn’t very well walk around with Eric’s cum still dripping out of my ass. That just wouldn’t do. No matter how much I found that arousing. After I had finished showering I started dressing. The night before I had laid out a crisp light grey Armani suit.

I was adjusting the tie when I heard him behind me. “Baby where ae you going?” he said. I turned around to see my still half-asleep husband rubbing his eyes. He was up and that wasn’t the only thing that was up either. Looking at him I noticed that he was pitching a tent through the sheets and was making no attempt to hide it.

“Handsome I see that you are up now. You don’t have to worry I’ll be back before you know it. I see the little guy is up as well.” I smiled, pointing at his boner.

“There ain’t nothing little about him.” Eric chuckled, as he shook his cock through the sheets. This little guy can do a lot.”

“Eric we are not about to have a conversation about what your cock can and can’t do.” I laughed. “Especially when I’m so overdressed.”

“Baby if you come over here we could rectify that.” He smirked, flashing me a view his teeth. “Come on baby it would only take a second to shed those cumbersome clothes. Please.”

“Baby you know I cannot.” I sighed. “I have to go, but I’ll be back very soon. I promise.”

“Where are you going again you never did say? And dressed up so nicely.” he added.

“Babe I’m going to Chandler for a little bit. I promise I won’t be gone long. There is something important that I have to take care of at Chandler. Once I am done I will come right back and we can pick up where we left off.”

“You Chandlers don’t know how to have day off do you?”

“It’s not work if technically speaking you don’t work there.” I grinned as I walked up to the bed and kissed Eric on the lips.

He stuck his tongue down my throat and wrapped his arms around me. He pulled me onto the bed and for a few seconds I forgot what I was supposed to be doing as made out with my husband.

“Babe I have to go,” I sighed, reluctantly pulling away from Eric’s embrace.

Eric attempted to grab me again but suddenly he stopped. Looking around the room he sniffed the air. “Mmmmm, what is that smell?” he blurted.

“Well I think what you are smelling could be one of three things. It could be the smell of sex coming from the cum stained sheets that you are wrapped in. Or the smell could be from the food being cooked downstairs in the kitchens, or it could be coming from the new aftershave I put on after I shaved this morning.”

“Babe I assure you while I did notice the masculine smell of your aftershave when I kissed you earlier, but I do not think this is what I smell now. And as for the cum stained sheets I relish the smell because it reminds me of the passionate sex we had last night. But that is not the smell that I smell now.”

“No what I smell is very enticing. It is an extremely pleasant smell. No doubt it is the second option. Cook must have been up all night preparing the delicious Thanksgiving meal we are going to eat this evening.”

“Baby it is meal I cannot wait to share with you.” I smiled as I backed out of the room.

****Scene 2: Michael’s POV********************** 

Chandler Tower, 

Downtown Harmony

After the launch reached the harbor and I got into the waiting limousine that was waiting for me at the harbor it didn’t take long for us to reach downtown Harmony where Chandler Tower was located. As we drove closer and closer towards the huge black monolith of a building I seemed to get smaller and smaller in comparison. Located in the center of Harmony’s central business district and standing at over six hundred and thirty feet, Chandler Tower is one of the tallest buildings in town. At fifty stories high it dwarfed many buildings in the city and it could be seen throughout the city; I think I could even see it from my bedroom window at the Chandler mansion. Not that I wished to see the constant reminder of my family’s wealth, power, and often scandalous actions.

But there was no escaping Chandler Industries, not for me or any member of the Chandler family. Chandler Industries was a part of our DNA. Our family company not only employed various family members but a significant portion of the town’s populace.

Stepping out of the limousine I looked up the huge monstrosity before me that was called Chandler Tower. At the very top of it all in gleaming red letters were the words Chandler Industries. I soon found myself walking through the middle of the lobby to the elevator on the other side of the room. The reception at the front desk smiled and called out to me.

I smiled back at her before stepping into the elevator. Chandler Industries is a multinational conglomerate involved in various industries but primarily Chandler focuses on shipping, fishing, real estate, construction, manufacturing, and hospitality. Being a multinational corporation Chandler has a number of offices in places like New York, Los Angeles, London, Paris, Athens, Singapore, Tokyo, Hong Kong, Lagos, Cairo, Rio de Janeiro, and so on. However the executive offices, departmental offices and so forth have always been based at Chandler Tower in Harmony.

When the elevator stopped and I exited it onto the 49th floor of Chandler Tower where all the executive suites and offices were located I walked down the hall towards my grandfather’s office. His receptionist was waiting at her desk. As I approached the huge office where my grandfather worked. The receptionist, her name having escaped me glanced up from her computer and smiled. “Ah Mister Chandler…..you can go on in, your grandfather is expecting you.”

I walked up to the door and slowly pulled it open. The corporate office of Victor Chandler, my grandfather located in Chandler Tower is like nothing anyone has ever seen. Being rather large if Chandler Industries ever relocated, not that that was likely, the executive offices could have served as penthouse apartments. In any case the design of my grandfather’s office was a mix of old and new. There were plush leather couches complete with a glass coffee table on one corner of the room. The office had huge glass windows shaded by vertical blinds and framed by purple velvet curtains. Purple was the color of royalty after all. While most of the furniture was modern there were touches of traditional style nowhere was this more present in the artwork that hung about the wall. Paintings on the wall were of modern artists but there were sculptures and busts literally plucked from the Ancient world and placed in the office

The centerpiece of the entire office was not the crystal chandelier that hung from the ceiling but the huge antique oak desk that my sister would hide under when we were children and we were allowed to explore our family’s business. This huge desk was where my grandfather and his father before, and his father before him conducted the daunting task of running our multibillion dollar corporation.

“Michael.” My grandfather smiled. “I have been expecting you all morning. I know you will be wanting to get back home to spend Thanksgiving with Eric and that adorable grandson of mine. I’m going to be coming home shortly too but first I had to show you something.”

“I think you are going to really enjoy the surprise I have in store for you.” He smiled. “Why don’t you follow me down the hall?”

I followed my grandfather out of his office and down the hall until we reached a part of Chandler Tower I had never seen before. My grandfather opened the door to what I assumed was an executive office and my nose was hit with the smell of fresh paint.

“What is this?” I asked confused, looking around the empty room.

“This right here is going to be your new office Michael. I will have it designed in whatever fashion or style you desire. Contemporary, Traditionalist, whatever. I know you have a few more years left at university but when it is over you will have a place here at Chandler. I want you to run the company one day….you and the rest of my grandchildren.”

“Grandfather this is so wonderful but what if I don’t fit into the corporate world. What if I want to take a different career path?” I sighed. I was telling my grandfather that I was considering a different career path but deep down I knew that I was very passionate about the business world. During my tenure running the company I hoped to make Chandler a more environmentally friendly company.

“Grandson in whatever career path you decide to take I want you to know that you will always have a place here at Chandler. This is a family company and I wish for all my children and grandchildren to play a role here.”

“Michael if in your heart you don’t feel like working at Chandler is right for you I will accept whatever career path you decide to take. But I know you will do wonders here at Chandler. I need only look at the brief time when you were acting CEO when I was in a coma. The company saw record growth and increased profits.”

“Grandfather I hadn’t nothing to do with that. The company was very healthy during that time. We would have seen profits regardless of who was sitting in the CEO’s chair.”

“You are so modest. Another man would have taken responsibility for the success but not you, which is why I think you will be perfect to head this company one day. Between me and you if your cousin Miles was in charge we would either be bankrupt or a subsidiary of DeVille Enterprises.”

“Grandfather you don’t really think that. Do you?” I sighed. “The old Miles might have been like that. But he’s changed now. He knows how much this company means to you and to this family.”

“Does he?”

****Scene 3: Eric’s POV********************** 

Upstairs Bedroom, 

Chandler Mansion, Raven Hill Island

When Michael returned from the office there was aura about him. He seemed to be glowing as he smiled at me. His face seemed to glow like a radiant sun. I know I might have been a little upset about him leaving this morning especially with all those cumbersome clothes on him. But honestly that was me just me being bias. Because when it comes to my husband having clothes on or off I would prefer him naked. His beautiful body is so kissable. If I could I would kiss every inch of his body all day long and tell him how much I was thankful to have him in my life. But, god dammit he sure does look good when he’s dressed up too. That gorgeous body of his can fill anything he wears. But there’s one thing good about him wearing those tight fitting clothes I get to help him take them off.

I was sitting on the bed when he entered our bedroom

“Baby you missed breakfast.” I frowned. “I hope your visit with your grandfather was enjoyable. It seems like it was judging by that huge smile on your face.”

“Yes babe you can say that. I really did enjoy my visit with my grandfather at Chandler” he smiled back at me. Walking closer to where I was seated on the bed. “But that’s not all….my grandfather had a surprise for me when I got to the office.”

“What kind of surprise.” I grinned.

“Well to make a long story short. When I got to Chandler my grandfather took me to see this new executive suite that was under construction. He told me that the office could be mine once I was finished with college. I told him I would consider it…..But between me and you I will only come and work for Chandler on one condition and one condition only.”

“What’s that?”

“If you come work there as well.” He smiled at me. “Eric many people don’t know this about you, but you are one of the smartest guys I know. I just know when it comes time to take the bar you will pass it with flying colors. I think having an attorney like you on company payroll will be very beneficial. Not to mention you would be a counterbalance to all the old cronies currently in the Chandler legal department.”

“Baby I would love that. Working with you at Chandler would be perfect. And believe me when I tell you, seeing you walk around the office in those tight designer suits, your ass being hugged by some tight fitting trousers. I think I would have a raging boner twenty four seven.”

“But then again during our lunch you and I can meet in your office for a little afternoon fun. We could lower the blinds and pull the curtain back. It would be perfect. I can’t wait to make love to you all over your corner office.”

“I know that would be so hot. My horny husband.” I smiled.

“Baby there is plenty of time to discuss corner offices, and legal teams, and everything else relating to the corporate world. But right now I just want to hold you in my arms and tell you how thankful I’m to have you in my life. And tell you how much I love you.”

“Babe we don’t have much time before the others arrive. I just want to hold you in my arms for a little bit. I want make love to you.” Standing up I let the blanket fell off my body revealing my nakedness.

“Eric?” Michael gasped. His jaw hung open in amazement. “You. You can’t. We can’t do this. What if someone hears us?” he stuttered.

“So what if someone hears us…I need to get off before I go downstairs and sit around our combined families.” I shrugged. Wrapping my hand around my cock I jerked it. Droplets of precum formed on the head of my cock before dripping onto the carpeted floor.

“You know what you want to do.” He smirked.

At the sight of my leaking cock my husband’s eyes went wide and his mouth hung open. He was having trouble getting the words out but I knew what he wanted. He wanted my dick. Walking up to him I placed one of his hands on my hardening cock.

“Eric we can’t.” he muttered. He was telling me no but his body was telling me less. Hell, he was stroking my dick while he was at the same time why we couldn’t do anything. “Come on baby its Thanksgiving….let me show you how thankful I am to have you in my life.”

“Ahhhh….babe…..I can’t say no to you.” He sputtered. His hand was still wrapped around my prick. Only now he was squeezing it in his hands, running his finger along the veins.

Putting my hands behind his head I pulled him into a kiss. It was a passionate kiss.....the kind that’s wet and filled with tongue. The kind were spit is exchanged. Michael, my husband returned my kiss just as eagerly, even putting his arms around me as we started making out.

As we continued making out my hands moved down from the nape of his neck to his bubble butt. I lightly squeezed his ass cheeks. I still couldn’t believe I had such a perfect man in my life. A perfect man to be my perfect husband. Michael just doesn’t have a handsome face…..everything about him his beautiful. His face, ass, body….everything. But my husband isn’t just fuckable he’s husband material. And he’s all mine.

As much as I hated taking my hands off his ass I did just that. It was a means to an end for me as I undid the buttons on his shirt and unzipped his trousers. With his arms wrapped around my shoulders I pulled his pants and his underwear down with them onto the floor. Once his pants were on the floor I grabbed hold of his ass cheeks. Feeling those soft caramel colored buns of his in my hands felt wonderful.

Taking my hands off his ass for a while I moved them to the back of his head. I held his head as we locked lips. Our tongues dueling for supremacy. I think I would have to let him win. “I love kissing you baby.”

“Baby…..mmmm.”

After a while I put both my hands right back on the delicious ass of his. I lifted him up carried him over to the desk and laid him down on it. Compared to me lifting Michael up was like lifting a feather. Once he was laying on the desk I pulled the tight fitting dress shirt over his head, flinging it on the floor. Once I had stripped him of all his cumbersome clothes I seated myself on the chair that was nearest to the desk by the window. I gestured for Michael to come take a seat on my lap and he didn’t hesitate.

Once he climbed on my lap he kissed me on the lips. I responded with a kiss of my own meant only for his soft and wet lips. “Babe you remembered to pick up some lube on the way home. We don’t want a repeat of last time when you ran out.”

“Yes baby I’ve got some lube.” He smiled.

“Good.” I grinned as I squeezed his ass cheeks, sliding my dick between his crack. “Because I cannot wait to fuck you. I want to be inside you so bad.”

“Ok baby butt first I want to suck your dick.” Michael blurted. “I have a taste for cock this Thanksgiving.”

“Baby you can suck my dick for a little bit…but you better make it quick I can’t wait for much longer. I need to slide my dick in that tight hole.”

“Okay, okay, that’s fine.” Michael smiled as he hopped off my lap. Grabbing hold of my prick he started jerking my prick….stroking up and down. Leaning down he covered my cock with light kisses. It felt like a hundred little angels were kissing my dick.

His soft wet kisses covered the length of my prick. When he wasn’t kissing my dick he was using his tongue to lick up and down the shaft. As he sucked on my dick he hummed to himself.

Grabbing a handful of hair I shoved more of my dick down his throat. He gagged a little but he kept on sucking. He was determined. After a while I picked up the pace. I kept sliding my dick in and out of that beautiful mouth of his. It was maybe two or three minutes after he first took my cock into his mouth that he started doing wonderful things with. My husband has many talents but the things that he can do with his mouth our talent enough. First he started be sucking on the head, covering it with spit before he shoved the entire length down his throat.

Watching my husband bobbing his head on my cock was an image I would never get tired of. I was enjoying feeling his tongue licking up and down my prick so much that for the next ten minutes I just let him go at it.

“Okay babe, that’s enough I’ve got to fuck you.” I grunted, pulling him back onto my lap. Grasping hold of his waist I raised him up so that his hole was hovering directly above my throbbing prick. Gradually I lowered him down onto my wet prick. The lower he got the more my dick slid into his ass.

My cock slid right up his hole without any help. His ass was made for my dick.

“Oh fuck!” He grunted. A grimace appearing on his face.

Michael placed his hands on my shoulders and started raising his ass up off my cock. It was a nice slow motion at first. He would raise his ass up off my cock until only the tip was still buried in his ass. Then he would sit back down and my cock would plunge right back up his ass. My cock went deeper and deeper into that tight ass and I was loving every single pleasurable minute of it. In fact I was enjoying the feeling of Michael’s tight ass squeezing and massaging my cock that I just sat there in the chair grunting as we made love.

Pretty soon our bedroom was filled with the sound of both of us moaning. Mike picked up the pace as he fucked himself on my dick. He truly was bouncing on my dick. With every tense or twitch of his ass as he slide up and down my cock I thought I would shoot my load.

The faster Michael got the faster I got in my thrusting. I thrusted upwards to meet his ass each time he lowered his ass onto my dick. The feeling of our skin slapping together was an absolutely wonderful feeling. After what felt like an eternity I could no longer control myself. Grabbing hold of him I carried him over to the bed and laid him down. Once he was stationery again I started drilling my cock into his ass as hard as I could. My dick was like a battering ram as I slammed into his prostate. Each time I hit that special spot of his he let out a moan of pleasure that shook the mansion.

Finally he let out a scream. “OHHHHHH FUCK ME!” He was cumming. His cock shook as he had a spasm. His cum poured out of his prick and down his beautiful body. Cum covered his chest and abs and even coated my body. But the first cum shot hit him in the nose.

Seeing him cum on his own face turned me so much that soon I was cumming as well. “Ohhhhh……holy FUCK………I’m cummmmming!!!” I cried out, as I slammed my dick deep into his ass. Just as I began firing round after round of cum deep into his wet ass.

My dick cumming inside of Michael’s ass only made him cum harder as he continued to spew cum all over both our naked bodies.

“FUCCCCCK YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!” he grunted, as I pounded his ass out one final time. He was cumming again and so was I.

~~~~~

After we cleaned ourselves up Michael and I made our way back downstairs to the living room, were we found the rest of our combined family members mingling and waiting for dinner to be served. The Chandler mansion living room wasn’t like any other living room, it was the most luxurious living room I’d ever seen. It was more like a reception hall in some palace. With its huge crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The foreign imported designer furniture. The exquisite pieces of artwork adorning the walls. The priceless artifacts that were scattered throughout the room. All of it added to the glamour of the house. As we walked into the living room

“We were wondering what was taking you guys so long.” Michael’s cousin Miles chuckled as he spied as standing in the doorway. “Wait a minute something is off.”

Michael and I both froze in our tracks.

“Oh I see. Michael you changed your shirt.” Miles grinned. “When you came home you were not wearing that shirt. I wonder why you had to change it.” The smirk on his face told me he already had an idea as to why Michael had changed his shirt.

“Happy Thanksgiving to you too!” Michael smiled back at his cousin, ignoring his question.

“So all the food should be done in a half hour. Once it’s done, we can all sit down in the dining room.” Mrs. Chandler, Mike’s grandmother declared. “I cannot wait to spend another wonderful Thanksgiving with all of you.”

“Thanks again for letting me spend Thanksgiving with you guys.” Charlotte interjected. “I really do appreciate you guys inviting me to spend Thanksgiving with you guys. My parents haven’t spent a Thanksgiving at home in ages.”

“The pleasure is all ours.” Mrs. Chandler smiled. “When Michael and Eric told me that you were going to be spending the holiday alone I knew that would never do. I figured it would be better for you to spend Thanksgiving with your son and with our family.”

“I don’t see why Miss Livingston couldn’t spend Thanksgiving with her own family. Thanksgiving should be a time spent with one’s own family.” Victor grumbled.

“Victor don’t say that!” Katherine Chandler cried. “Charlotte is family. She is the mother of your great grandson. That fact makes her family.”

“Kay she’s not Chandler……she’s not married to a Chandler therefore she is not a Chandler. She may be the mother of a Chandler heir, but that is all she is. She is not a Chandler.”

“Mother. I have to agree with father on this one.” Victoria, Mike’s scheming and snobbish aunt. “This family has had enough of interlopers.”

“But she’s not an interloper….she is the mother of my son.” Michael added.

“If you are going to badmouth me in front of my son I think I will just take my son and go back to my hotel room.” Charlotte cried.

“No I don’t think that will be necessary.” My grandmother interrupted. “What I think we need is to all just go and get some air. Charlotte how about you go and check on Lady and make she’s still sleeping.”

“Fine.” Charlotte replied as she walked out of the living room and down the hall to check on Duchess, the Chandler’s family’s pet Cocker Spaniel.

****Scene 4: Jake’s POV********************** 

Living Room, McCarthy House, 

1614 Harbor View Road

It was Thanksgiving Day and I was surrounded by my family and friends. I don’t think I could even imagine a better place to be. Everything seemed to be perfect as if the last two years had been erased from my family’s minds. In an attempt to work on their marriage my father had moved back into the house and I couldn’t be happier. Two years ago when it was discovered that my mother had an extramarital affair with a married man, Joe Smith, Eric’s father my family was torn apart. My father was absolutely devastated. He couldn’t understand why his loving wife of eighteen years would cheat on him so he left. In his defence I couldn’t understand it either. To make matters worse my father discovered that I wasn’t his son, but the result of this extramarital affair.

When my father first moved back into the house a few months ago I tried my best to keep my distance from him. It wasn’t because I didn’t love him. Despite the revelation a few years ago I loved my father Tom McCarthy no matter what genetics said. But I knew deep down that it must have been hard for him to constantly see the reminder of his wife’s infidelity staring back at him. So I stayed away. Eventually he must have noticed what I was trying to do because a few weeks before the holidays he sat me down and had a very serious conversation with me. He told me he would always love me despite my true parentage. He said nothing would ever change that and that I would always be his son. He joked with me like we used to before my mother’s horrible secret nearly ruined my entire family.

Moving on to happier thoughts a few weeks ago I was involved in a very hot threesome with a friend named Bryce and a guy that looked exactly like Brett. The only difference was his name wasn’t Brett but Nick instead. I had even invited Brett’s doppelganger to share Thanksgiving with us since he told me he had no family or friends in Harmony. There was just one thing I hadn’t told my family how much Nick looked like Brett.

Pulling my mother and father into the living room I sat them down on the couch so I could speak with them. “Mom, Dad.” I started. “Before my friends arrive I just want to tell you how much I love you guys. I’m glad you guys are trying to make your marriage work.”

“Son we have to try to make it work. There’s just so much between us. Not to mention you and the rest of the kids” My father smiled. “Son what is this really about?”

“Nothing dad…..I just want you all to have an open mind like you do about our current situation.” I replied.

“Of course we will your mother and I are very opened minded.” My father continued. “But what exactly are you talking about? Is this about one of the people you invited last minute to our home?”

“You just have to see it for yourself…..but yes this is about one of our incoming houseguests.” I smiled back. “And for the record I didn’t invite him, Kayla did.”

“Well who is this friend and what do need to have an open mind about concerning him?” My mother interjected. “He’s not a drug dealer? Or hustler is he?”

“No mom.” I grumbled.

“Alice are son doesn’t hang around those kinds of people and if he did he would never invite them into our home. He’s a good kid.”

Suddenly the door bell rung. I rushed to answer it. I thought it would be Nick but instead it was Kayla and Kevin and their families. Nevertheless I was thrilled to see them. Kayla was loaded down with a bunch of bags filled with food.

“Kayla! Kevin! Mr and Mrs Spencer! Ms Brady!” I exclaimed. “I’m so glad you all could make it and I know my parents are glad to.”

“We are glad to be here.” Kayla’s mother Hope Spencer smiled back. “And Happy Thanksgiving to you!”

“Right back at you.” I laughed, turning to Kayla. “Hey Kayla what’s with all the food? We’ve already got plenty of food.”

“Jake you didn’t really think we would show up here empty handed?” Kayla giggled. “I hope the oven isn’t in use because there is still time to make my mother’s homemade marshmallow sweet potatoes.”

“Mmmm that sounds delicious. Jake why don’t you show Kayla to the kitchen so she can sit all those bags down. It looks like its weighing her down.” My mother added.

Motioning with my hands I led Kayla out of the living room and into the kitchen. I was joking with Kayla about something when I heard the doorbell ring again. I didn’t have time to intercept it. Running into the living room I found Nick standing in the doorway and everybody staring at him. My mother was as white as a ghost and my father’s lip had never hung so low before.

Leaning in Kayla whispered into my ear. “I take it you didn’t tell your parents about Nick’s resemblance to Brett.”

“Why do you say that?” I chuckled uneasily.

“Because they look like they’ve seen a ghost.” She added.

“Jake!” my mother cried, raising her voice.

“Yes mother?”

“Your father and I need to see you in private.” My mother replied. After we were in private I told my parents the whole story. Not the whole story but most of it. I couldn’t tell them how I had walked in on Nick fucking one of my fuckbuddies nor could I tell them that I had fucked him.

****Scene 5: Charlotte’s POV********************** 

Living Room, 

Chandler Mansion, Raven Hill Island

Everyone at the Chandler Mansion was taking a break from interacting with one another while they waited for all the wonderful food to be cooked. A room full of Chandlers can often lead to an argument or a fight of some kind. I think they were all just surprised when the evening didn’t end in one of them fighting or declaring their disdain for family functions. Instead the more rowdy Chandlers had turned their attention towards poor Charlotte. Victor and Victoria for one had even questioned her right to be there at the Thanksgiving celebration. In an effort to diffuse the situation, Mrs. Chandler had sent Charlotte on an errand. To go check on Duchess…..the family dog.

It had been several minutes since Katherine Chandler, the family matriarch had asked Charlotte to check on the family dog. But when she came back she was in a much better mood. She was smiling and she seemed to be happier than before. “I wonder when the food is going to be ready.” Charlotte sighed.

“I for one cannot wait to sit down and eat some turkey.” Eric blurted. God knows that wasn’t the only thing Eric Smith would be eating that night. He would be eating the booty like groceries. “I can’t wait to suff my face.”

Suddenly there was a loud commotion….coming from the kitchen. It sounded like plates and glass shattering on the floor. Michael, Eric, and the rest of the Chandlers and Smiths ran into the dining room to find Duchess, the family dog sitting on top of the table helping herself to the array of food on the table.

“Thanksgiving is ruined!” Victoria cried.

STAY TUNED AND HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!………………………….