Midsummer Eve Masquerade part 2: The Course of True Love Never did Run Smooth

**Creator Note: Rated PG-15 for sensuality/adult situations. This story will be told in Third Person Omniscient Narration***

When we last left Cato and DJ, the sad resonation of his heart breaking could be heard for miles. Deer suddenly stopped grazing, crickets suddenly stopped chirping, owls suddenly stopped hooting; even the party-goers suddenly stopped waltzing…

“You can’t marry me?” The words fell from his lips, as his voice cracked.

DJ averted her eyes. “No…I don’t know how to say this, but..I-I haven’t been completely honest with you..”

“What do you mean?” 

“I’m in love with…” DJ paused, pursing her lips and squinting her eyes, as though remnants of something bitter lingered on her tongue “I’m in love with someone else.” She looked into his eyes, the now vacant eyes of a stranger.

Cato had a hard time summoning words from deep within him. The pain of her revelation was almost too much to bear. “What?” He shook his head in confusion, bewildered by her words and uncertain how to respond. “Who are you in love with?”


“Dylan, is that you?” Chelsea asked into the darkness, hearing the sound of rustling hedges in the distance.

“A-CHOO!” The hedge moved again. “Do I look like Dylan?” Madeline said, wiping her nose against her sleeve as she emerged.

“Uh…Sorry about that,” Chelsea said, smiling sweetly. “I seem to have lost my date.”

“Hmph! Well I seem to have lost my boyfriend.” Madeline ground out in annoyance. “I’ve spent the better part of an hour trekking through who-knows-what, and all I’ve found is that I’m allergic to nature!”

“You’re Cayden’s new girlfriend, right?”

Madeline arched an eyebrow, “That’s right.”

“It’s nice to meet you! I grew up next door to The Dimitris. I’m Chelsea.”

Madeline stood there frozen momentarily. Her nose lifted, ever so slightly, and she looked down at Chelsea, or attempted to look down at Chelsea. Chelsea was around 5’8-5’9, and Madeline was 5’0 in heels. “I guess you could come in useful. Any ideas where Cayden might be?”

Chelsea began to fidget nervously with her fingers, “Well…Cayden’s always been…successful with the ladies. I kinda assumed he would be…”

“With the ladies?” Madeline said blandly. 

“I mean clearly not…”

“Do you think our boyfriends could be together?”

“Together?” Chelsea said in surprise.

“I don’t mean together-together,” Madeline laughed, somewhat too hard and too long, which had the appearance of being maniacal. “Just hanging out…together. Something friends do. You do have friends, don’t you?” Madeline said, wrinkling her nose.

Chelsea forced a smile, “I have friends. However, I doubt Dylan and Cayden are friends. I don’t think they like each other.”

“Hmm.” Madeline said in deep thought. “Why don’t you go and round up some of your so-called friends. Maybe we can make a search party…or two…depending on how many friends you have. The more eyes searching for my dear, lost Cay-Cay the better!”

Chelsea collected ten guests, and Madeline split them into two teams of five. 

“You five should…Let’s call you Search Party A…you cover north and east of the castle, and Search Party B will cover everything from south and west.” Madeline barked.

“Who is she?” a voice whispered

“I overheard someone say that her name is Madeline Hamhart, but get this – she’s from Sinbay!”

“No way! A real life Sinner? Here –at this party?!”

“Shhh! She’ll hear you!”

Madeline Hamhart was indeed from Sinbay, and she gladly flaunted her whereabouts, as though flashing a Black Card. Sinbay was synonymous with such places like The Hamptons, or Paris, France, or The Hollywood Hills. It was as big as a county, and consisted primarily of prime, waterfront real estate in Florida. It had its own gated-community, and had been the speculation and wonderment of many – to the point that Sinbay had its own reality television show.   

The reality show unlocked several answers, but also furthered several more after its cancellation. One of the biggest shockers was that the residents were all blood relatives, and continued their bloodline as pure as possible. It had been acceptable for one or two young adults, from every generation, to marry an outsider, as long as the couple lived in Sinbay once married. After this revelation came into light, Sinbay’s reputation as a squeaky-clean Puritan establishment went right out the proverbial door and the moniker, “The Whorehouse on the Hill,” took precedence. 

Both search parties sought out Dylan and Cayden, secretly suspecting that wherever the men were, another woman (or women) was with them. The magic of tonight’s event had left the air coated in an array of something indescribable; not to mention the smell of something raw and sexual still teased the senses, burning nostrils with something primal and stirring insatiable lust.

A scream erupted in the air, briefly startling Search Party A. A bit of rustling and splashing was heard from behind a series of hedges. The search party ran to the hedge. A few gasps ran out among the crowd, and then, “Hey, Chelsea! You need to come here!”

Chelsea braced herself as she made her way to the small crowd. Instantly, the guests parted to let her pass through. Chelsea gasped. Her hands flew to her face, cupping the entirety of her mouth. “Oh my goodness!”

There, lying on the ground was Dylan, with his band’s, young and very beautiful, manager, Amber, hovering over him. She turned briefly to look at Chelsea, smiling, “You caught us. Surprise.”

“Did you see him?” Dylan turned to face Chelsea. “I think he stomped on my eye.”

“Dyl, are you okay? And ‘him,’ who?”

“Hold still, Dylan,” Amber said, forcing his face upward and peeling his eye open. “Looks okay, but I want to get this checked out. Stat! Can’t have our lead guitarist wearing an eye patch on stage.”

“Yeah, because that would be ridiculous,” Dylan said bemused, an obvious jab at the band’s costume choice, which happened to be various characters from Dungeons & Dragons. Suddenly, the sound of small paws rushing toward them could be heard. “Ah, right on, cue.” A small, brown-and-black puffball collided against Dylan. “You little, shit!” He laughed as the furry creature began tugging at his waistcoat. “Careful. It’s a rental,” Dylan scolded, carefully removing small, pointy teeth, and standing up. The German Shepherd pup jabbed its teeth against each of Dylan’s fingers as he made his way towards Chelsea.

“Dylan!” Amber warned, “do not allow him to chew up your money maker. This European tour is gonna go to hell if you can’t play!”

Dylan rolled his eyes, and gently cupped his thumb and index finger against the pup’s muzzle, preventing him from opening his mouth. Dylan held out the pup to Chelsea, “Come on tour with us, Chels, and I promise to get you a dog from each of our stops. This German Shepherd from Germany, a French Bulldog from France, an English Mastiff from England…we can make quite the menagerie. Whatta ya say, Doll?”

Chelsea took the outstretched pup and snuggled it, rubbing her finger gently against its face, its small tongue darting around trying to confiscate Chelsea’s finger. Chelsea looked up at Dylan, “Of course I’ll come with you! How could I possibly resist this cute face,” she said brushing her nose against the pup’s nose.


“I can’t resist your cute face, either, Dylan,” Chelsea giggled, reaching up to kiss his cheek. “What’s his name?”


Chelsea’s smile faded, “You’re joking?”

“It’s a perfectly suitable name for him,” Dylan mumbled under his breath. “I thought you might want to do the honors and name him.”

“I think Strudel would make a suitable name. Because he’s so sweet.”

“Hate to break this up, but Dylan we need to get you looked over.” Amber said, getting annoyed.

“Yes, Sarg,” Dylan said sarcastically, saluting Amber. “Come with, eh, Doll?” he said looking at Chelsea, and then acknowledging Strudel, “Hellhound?”

“Of course,” Chelsea said, holding securely onto Strudel as she leaned her head against Dylan’s shoulder. The two walked out of the clearing and towards the castle. 

“Well one mystery solved,” Madeline said to herself. 

“Hey! I think I hear something!” someone said

“Yeah! I hear it too. It’s coming thatta way!” Another shouted, pointing to a section of cars.

“It sounds like…moaning.”

“I bet it’s DJ and Cato going at it,” someone said laughing. “Outside in the open! Come out, come out wherever you are!!” 

Someone gasped.

“Jackpot!” another yelled. “This way! Over here! I found the car!”

Madeline and the search party wearily approached the car. The moans had subsided and were no longer heard, but the windows were fogged, with a handprint indicating that there were occupants inside. One of the men in the search party took initiative, and approached the vehicle. He turned to Madeline who motioned to him to open the door. His hand reached for the car handle. He squeezed it and pulled back, opening the door in full view of himself, Madeline, and the rest of the search party. They all gasped in shock.

“CAYDEN DIMITRI!” Madeline shouted. He turned to face her, exposing his female companion.

“Oh my God!”  They said in unison. They turned pale at the sight of the woman next to him. Never would they have suspected that Cayden was with…


DJ sighed heavily in preparation for what she would eventually have to disclose to Cato, as though the words were bile being purged from her soul. “This is very hard on me…on us…  Not you and I, but rather he and I. However, I do owe you this much.” She paused, chewing her bottom lip in trepidation, unsure if she should continue or not. 

Another heavy sigh escaped from her lips before she continued. “Your brother, Cayden, and I have been seeing each other for awhile now…before he hooked up with Gen…and Madeline. He never said anything to you because he knew how infatuated you were with me. We secretly saw each other off and on, but when things became too serious he and Gen hooked up. He stayed with her so he and I could be together. It was very hard sharing him with her, unbeknownst to her of course. After a while, I retaliated and became involved with you. Cayden uh…he slipped when he and Gen were being intimate, and he called out my name. That slip-up was the reason Gen broke up with him.” DJ paused momentarily, sighing. Her fear held her from gazing up into his eyes, knowing that the power they had on her would bring her to tears. “Gen confronted me about it, but I denied any involvement with him, instead I played it off as though he must have had a crush on me. I didn’t want to break her heart. He and I are still seeing each other though…despite his faux relationship with Madeline Hamhart…I’m sorry, Cato.”

Cato and DJ sat in eerie silence. The sounds of crickets chirping could no longer be heard, nor the sound of the water beating steadily beneath them, as though the world had ended, and they were the last two inhabitants. 

“Is this some kind of sick joke?”  Cato asked, bewildered.

DJ swallowed down the lump that was building within her throat. She turned away, gazing toward the bank as the wind rustled the blades of grass. “I-I um…Cayden would deny it if you asked him. I dunno,” she shrugged, “Maybe he wouldn’t anymore…But I think he would….You’re his brother after all, and he loves you a lot.” She turned back to slowly face him. Something burned within him, within his eyes; something strange and foreboding, prickling her skin. “Are you okay?”

“No.” The word was akin to poison against DJ’s ears. “I’m done with you.” Cato grabbed the oars, intent on rowing to shore.

“Cato…”  She said, her voice faltering as it softened.  Her hand reached out and touched his.  Their eyes met, his dark and hopeless and hers dancing with mischief. “I did it, didn’t I?….I fooled you with my serious-face.” The moment overtook DJ, and a bubble of laughter erupted from her, “Did you honestly think I’d gush like a silly girl when you proposed? You know I have to keep you on your toes!” Cato looked at her dumbstruck as she continued. “You have no idea how hard it was to remain calm when I saw the ring!”

The revelation of what just happened sunk into Cato’s head. “I am going to throw you in the lake!” he shouted, his face burning red.  

DJ smiled innocently at him. “I win.” Her words were no more than a whisper floating in the air.   Her hands captured his hands. “Of course I’ll marry you! I love you forever, Dimitri.”  She smiled up at him. 

A primal scream erupted from Cato, startling DJ, as well as a flock of waterbirds that took off in a panic. “Sorry. I needed to get that out. You really had me going, Toots….I love you, too.”  Cato said, his fingertips caressing the flesh of her hands. “I have a surprise for you.”

DJ broke free of his hands in excitement, “Oh, gimme, gimme, gimme!”  She tightly shut her eyes and extended her palms.

Cato chuckled as he grabbed the oars and began to row.  “Not until we get to shore.”

“I have to wait until we get to shore?” DJ harrumphed. “Wait a minute! Is it Sexy-time? Is that my surprise?”

“No clues for you, Toots.” 

DJ rubbed her hands together in giddy-excitement, “Ohh, I bet it is! You did say that the disrobing would be later! I guess it’s later’o’clock!”

“Not yet.”

“Well of course not yet. I know you don’t want to tip the boat from rowboat-sex.” DJ rolled her eyes and spoke in hushed annoyance, “Really, maybe I shouldn’t marry someone that isn’t willing to have adventurous sex.”

Cato looked at her sternly. “I heard that.”

DJ smiled innocently. “Tee hee, love you, Dimitri.”

“Besides,” Cato interjected, “today’s little escapades were quite adventurous, perhaps even too adventurous for you. Really, DJ, slipping away because things got heated so quickly. Quite unlike you.”

“You just caught me off guard. It was quite unlike you to be so…so…” 

“Like you?” Cato smirked. 


Once the boat came close to land, Cato jumped out. The sound of his lower body echoed, as it collided with the water. He grabbed the wooden side of the stern and pushed DJ to shore. The boat made a dull thud as it touched land. He mounted the bank and plucked DJ from the boat, planting her on the driest portion of sand. They embraced each other and kissed. 

“Is it ‘later’ now?”  She asked flirtatiously.

Cato smiled lovingly down at her. “Not just yet. You know, DJ, I can’t wait to marry you…”

“Hmmm.”  DJ sighed dreamily as the two walked hand-in-hand through the thick brush that coated the outskirts of the shore. “We have so much to plan, Dimitri. We’ll probably have a big wedding.” Cato looked at her as she kept rambling on and on, until he came to a halt. “Why’d we stop?”  She asked, finally noticing where they were. “Where are we? It’s beautiful!” 

The pair had climbed up a lush hillside that roared with a series of waterfalls. They stood on a stony bridge with a curtain of water to one side and greenery, illuminated by moonlight, surrounding and sweeping the entirety. Flowers twinkled with dew, catching their eyes. 

“You don’t want a big wedding, do you?”  He asked.

Her eyes darted around as she sighed heavily. “Not really…but if you want a big wedding… There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you, Dimitri”

“I think a small wedding would be ideal.” His thumb brushed the loose strands of hair that tickled her forehead. She looked up at him, and their eyes locked. “Are you ready for your present?”  Cato asked as he pulled a cream scarf from beneath the depth of his coat pocket.

DJ smiled mischievously at him, as her eyes danced, “Oooh! Bondage! I likey!”

“Turn around.” 

DJ obliged so that he could place the scarf over her eyes. He tied it securely, grasped her hand, and led her up a small winding-rock-staircase. “You know how I said I had a job interview in New Zealand?”


“There is no interview.”

“What do you mean?” she questioned.

Cato removed the scarf from DJ’s eyes, and it fell like a feather to her feet. A gasp escaped as she took in her surroundings.


Throughout most of the evening, Cayden Dimitri, had sat around sulking. His girlfriend, Madeline, was nowhere to be found. He sighed, knowing that the relationship he was in meant nothing to him, after all the woman he truly loved was there at the party, but in the arms of another man. It was around the stroke of nine when Cayden decided to rewrite his destiny; after all magic loomed in the air, and it overwhelmed his senses, causing him to fall subject to its sweet embrace.

He paced the entryway that led to the ballroom; right below the massive stairwell, as couples descended weightlessly towards him. Then he saw her. He did a double take, his breathing stilled momentarily as it caught within his throat. Her violet eyes met his as she floated down the staircase. She looked angelic; the light of the chandelier illuminated the shimmering fabric of her purple-and-black gown, casting a glow about her. Her smile was sweet and warm, which sparked the memory of their time together and the love that they had made. 

She looked up at him as she made her way down the final step. Her beauty and warmth encouraged him to act. He reached for her hand, kept his eyes planted on her, and kissed the back of her hand. 

They made their way into the ballroom, her arm nestled in the crook of his. The enchanting music lured them onto the dance floor. Time elapsed but neither of them seemed to notice nor mind; they were too focused searching each other’s eyes, eyes where love and hope dwelled.

Geneviève pressed her body obscenely close to Cayden’’s as she whispered headily to him,”I haven’t been intimate with another, not since we were together. My love is saved solely for you, and I ache for your touch.”

He smiled wolfishly at her. The ebony tendrils nestled next to her ear flowed as his breath caressed her face, “I have desired nothing more than you, my love. Come” Geneviève placed her hand in his outstretched hand, and they quickly made their way through the ballroom and out the castle.

In the moonlight, they basked in the splendor of each other; lips caressing lips, hands caressing backsides. They moaned in desire. Geneviève directed their footsteps to her car. Cayden opened the car door for her, and once inside they both let all passion flow free in wild abandonment.


DJ blinked, her eyes adjusting to her surroundings. She stood there dumbstruck as her eyes met the eyes of Cato’s twin sister, Caitlynn Dimitri; Cato’s parents, Carlo and Camille Dimitri; his two younger siblings, Channing and Chase Dimitri; DJ’s best friend since childhood, Lani Johnson; and Cato’s three former bandmates, Mike Rambeau, Jamie Cameron, and Jules Navarro. There was a man DJ didn’t recognize, dressed in a traditional suit with a Cheshire Cat-grin look upon his face. 

Cato leaned down as he whispered, “There is no interview in New Zealand. It’s where I’m taking you on our honeymoon.” DJ furrowed her brow, not quite understanding what he was saying.  “When I said I couldn’t wait to marry you I meant it. Will you be my wife?”

Her head tilted towards him in confusion. “Right now?”

“Right now.”

“You’re serious?”  She questioned him.

“I’m serious.”

DJ stood there in silence as she digested everything that he had said. It all made sense as she looked into the beaming faces staring back at her. He was giving her a small wedding like she wanted. Except, it was a bit smaller than she hoped.

“Where’s Gen? Why isn’t she here?”

Cato scratched his head, “I have no idea. I told her about this.”

“And she said she would attend?”

“She said she wouldn’t miss it.”

“Well it’s not like her to be late, and it’s not like her to be a no-show.”

“Come to think of it. I don’t see Cay…”

“Your brother?”

Cato shot her a menacing look, “Yeah, the brother you’ve been seeing behind my back.”

DJ stifled a laugh, “You’re gonna keep this joke going, hmmm?”

Cato smiled, “Yes, until death do us part.”

“Do you think we should call them?”

“It wouldn’t matter. We’re on a bit of a schedule. Either they show or they don’t. We can figure out what happened to them later. In the meantime…Lani and one of the guys will act as witnesses on the wedding certificate. I found this guy online,” Cato indicated with his hand, pointing to the eager-faced stranger, “to officiate the wedding. Don’t worry, he’s legit, and is fluent in German and English.”

“Hallo! Büsten-Tanzen! Ich bin ein groß Bewunderer!” The stranger waved frantically at DJ.

DJ turned bright red. “Cato!” she said in whispered-agitation, “Did you hear what he just called me?! Büsten-Tanzen! He knows who I am! He’s seen the video!”

Cato slammed his palm against his forehead, “Well that explains why he was willing to officiate for free.”

“I could kill whoever took that video of me stripping at that German nightclub! Cheese and crackers, you only turn 18 once!”

“Yes, well not everyone goes to a dance club on their eighteenth birthday to get naked.”

“I did not go there to get naked. I went there to drink and makeout with guys I’d never see again. It’s not my fault there was a stripper pole that spoke to me.”

“Ah. And did this pole tell you to take off your clothes?”

“Uh, yeah! Why do you think it’s called a ‘stripper’ pole?”

Cato shook his head incredulously, “You hurt my head, Toots. So what should we do about the officiant?”

DJ rolled her eyes, “Well I suppose murdering him is out of the question. Being a witness to a wedding is one thing, but being a witness to a murder…I don’t think our friends and your family would be so agreeable.”

“Yeah, that’s a hard pass.”

DJ sighed. “Let’s just get it on, so that we can get it on. We are planning to get it on afterwards, right?”

Cato sighed, “I suppose you’ll insist I do my husbandly duty.”

“Well you do want to consummate our wedding, don’t you?”

“Of course, but how about we get married first, Toots.” Cato winked.

Cato and DJ got married that night in a private ceremony, sealing their love with a kiss. Thankfully, the officiant kept his mouth shut throughout and after the ceremony, since DJ promised to take a selfie with him – a clothed selfie. Their friends and family gave each of them a hug and wished them good luck on their new life together. Cato and DJ were no longer two souls – they were one entity, each reflecting and highlighting the other. 

Cato led DJ back towards the rowboat, but instead of continuing through the brush he took her deeper towards the waterfalls. 

“Guess what time it is, Toots?”

“It better be ‘later,’ because ready or not here I come!” DJ said as she lunged at Cato. The two collided upon the ground. “Brace yourself, Dimitri, because tonight I’m making you my bitch!”

A look of terror flashed in Cato’s eyes. Thankfully, for Cato anyways, a shrill noise caused DJ to stop. They both turned, facing the direction of the sound….


Madeline stormed off after seeing her boyfriend, Cayden, in the arms of his former ex-girlfriend, Geneviève. Madeline was neither mad, nor was she hurt; she was upset that she had wasted time on a man who was using her to get another woman jealous. She rolled her eyes as she searched for her cellphone, intent on calling he

r very hot second cousin, who just happened to be good at…listening. 

Annoyed that the only reception she could find was poor reception, Madeline headed to the castle. Once inside, she weaved around, in hopes that her phone would flash something other than “No Service.” A strange noise sidetracked her. She wasn’t sure what it was, but whatever it was, it was coming from behind the door straight down the hall. She flipped her cell phone shut as she tiptoed towards the door. She placed her ear against the door, seeing if she could get a better indication as to the identity of the noise. Madeline took a step back and stared at the door for a few minutes. Curiosity got the best of her, and she turned the doorknob slowly. The door creaked as it was pushed open. Madeline gasped at the sight before her….


The shrill sound of a cell phone ringing caused DJ to narrow her eyes menacingly at Cato. If there was one thing that had hindered previous love-making attempts between the two, it had been interruptions by Cato’s cell phone. “That isn’t my ringtone,” Cato said. 

“Oh! My cell phone must have fallen!” DJ said, racing towards the sound. She was able to locate the phone before the caller hung up.

DJ saw the name flash upon the screen, Charlie Deveraux. Excitedly, she flipped it open.  “Hello? Charlie?” The voice on the other end confirmed that she was indeed Charlie (Charlotte) Deveraux, the Private Investigator DJ hired to investigate Geneviève’s fiance, William Woodsworth Allen IV. DJ conversed with Charlie as Cato lay there waiting patiently for the call to end. After a few minutes, DJ thanked Charlie repeatedly and flipped her cell phone shut.

“Oh my God, Cato!  You won’t believe what Charlie found out about Gen’s fiance!”

“What’s that?”

“Cancer! It’s why he’s been rushing Gen to marry him! He was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and he wants a kid: a biological heir! Cheese-and-crackers, boy did he pick the wrong partner! Gen doesn’t want kids. Oh, but that’s not the only thing she found out about him. Apparently he’s been living a double life!”

“What do you mean?”  Cato asked.

“Well…” DJ said. “He’s….”


Madeline stood there as the color began to drain from her complexion. There in the room was Geneviève’s fiance wearing a diaper and oversized baby bonnet watching porn. He looked up at Madeline. “Goo goo, ga ga?” he said, flashing her his member. She quickly shut the door and ran.


Cayden and Geneviève quickly threw their clothes back on, but neither of them bothered to leave the security of Geneviève’s car.

“Madeline Hamhart, huh? Why her?”

Cayden shrugged. “Blonde hair, blue eyes, fake-tanned-skin – it was my go-to preference until I met you. I just wanted to make you jealous….I just wanted you back.”

“Really, Cay, me jealous of Mad Maddie?”

“Mad Maddie? Where’d you hear that?”

Geneviève shrugged, “I don’t recall. It was being whispered throughout the castle. I realized, as I watched her interact, why she had that nickname. She’s so angry. She reminded me of a little star burning, but instead of burning with brilliance she burned with rage.”

Cayden smiled, “She certainly has a short temper.”

Geneviève’s hand swooped over her mouth as laughter bubbled out. She playfully punched Cayden’s shoulder, “Oh look who has jokes! Tell me, how long were you waiting to say that?”

Cayden smiled mischievously, “Not long. Some might say it was miniscule.”

Geneviève smiled, directing her gaze outside. “So what happens now?” She asked, not bothering to look in Cayden’s direction.

“I want to be with you. That’s all I ever wanted.”  Cayden said. 

Geneviève slowly turned to face him. “I would give all this up for you, Cay.” 

And, in fact Geneviève made good on her word. The following day she gave William back the engagement ring he had given her (but she refused to return any of the gifts: clothes, jewelry, and especially her Aston Martin). 


DJ and Cato slept side-by-side, under the stars, that first night as husband and wife. 

…And, like all romances steeped in magic…The couple lived happily ever after….

The End…..

Okay, maybe not the end and maybe not even happily ever after, but the chapters of Cato & DJ Dimitri have yet to be fully written…As of now it is up to The Fates (or at least this author) to decide what life has in store for them in the year 2022, and, if you dare, you can continue to join them on their journey together. 

So, although their life is just beginning, this Chapter of their life has seen….

The End


BONUS PHOTOS: I originally took photos in 2008, using The Sims 2. For storytelling purposes, I added new characters using The Sims 4, and for fun, I took photos of Cato and DJ… Enjoy!

Cato is a Midsummer’s Dreamboat 

Friends since childhood: DJ and Lani

~ BONUS BONUS Photos (Sims 2) DJ & Gen’s Midsummer Masquerade Ball ~

(Athena Dimitri)


  1. draliman says:

    Fun, and I love the pictures! Are they screenshots from Sims? I admit I never played it.

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    1. Thank you!! Yes, I took photos from two different series of The Sims franchise, Sims 2 & Sims 4. Unless I post blogs I wrote from that time (which I don’t plan on doing), I’ll only be using Sims 4 screenshots ☺️

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  2. Kymber Hawke says:

    Oh boy, DJ really had me and Cato going! LOLOL I don’t know them too well yet, but I like that Gen and Cayden got back together.

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    1. Hahaha it’s a wonder Cato even stuck around & married DJ after that stunt 😅
      Thank you so much for reading, Kymber!

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  3. LaniBunny says:

    DJ is FULL of surprises and shocks lol. That old man in the diaper tho….Omgosh LOL. Had the nerve to say goo goo ga ga!! 😂😂

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    1. 🤣🤣 I almost had him say “got milk?” as he flashed himself, but I didn’t want to ruin any Kockdrizzle fun 😅😬


  4. lisabeesims says:

    Stunning screenshots and a saucy ride as we get to know these wonderful characters … esp Cato & DJ ❤

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    1. Thank you, Lisa 💕
      Haha, this might be a neverending saucy ride 😅
      Thank you for reading!!

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      1. lisabeesims says:

        Lol … Seatbelt fastened!

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  5. GHLearner says:

    These people are insane. What an entertaining rollercoaster ride…

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  6. Dolly Llama says:

    Interesting use of misdirection here, between the character names and phone calls at the beginnings of sections! You got me a couple times. Not the easiest thing to pull off, either, especially in a nonlinear chapter.

    And of course I’m curious now about what these characters think love is. This is some—this is, uh—they all have some shit to work through and I hope for all their sakes that they work through it. Car sex like they’re in a Mormon church parking lot on Friday night, pssh.

    One of the biggest shockers was that the residents were all blood relatives, and continued their bloodline as pure as possible.

    Don’t tease me like this! I will patiently wait for 50 chapters to learn what recessive genetic disorders this family has.

    So if I correctly recall the info I’m refusing to look up, this is around 2008/2009, right? Threw me because it sounds like Cato and Cayden’s mom was watching the OJ trials while picking out baby names, and they’re slightly too old for that. But then his siblings showed up and it all made sense. Gen’s scene hair, especially.

    That better not be the last time we see the purple-glitter German officiant. Listen. I love this man. I will die for him.

    And lastly, you mean the 61-y.o. trying to bathe some 18-y.o. eggs in his man juice watches a lot of porn and is into ABDL? Whoa!!! I am so surprised!!! This is my surprised face!!!

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    1. 😀 Thank you re. the misdirection. I like(d) to fuck with my audience like that back when I wrote those stories.
      Yeah, you got the years correct 🙂 The names have nothing to do with the OJ trial, but I can see why you would think that, and I am greatly amused and horrified at that discovery. Gawd.

      Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I’ll have to see about the purple-glitter German officiant somehow making his way back into my sims’ lives. Yeah, I think I can do something.

      Haha I think your sarcasm is showing 😉

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      1. Dolly Llama says:

        Sarcasm? In my voice? Say it ain’t so.

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