"Well, it's a start."

It's been a year since you wrested control of your company and captured the culprits that cheated you out of your future, only to deliver you to your destiny. It took a long time to forgive Joan and Jaqueline, and even longer to trust them, but sometime between the first time the Joan the homophobic hussy woke you with a blowjob and the umpteenth time the barbarous bimboi, Jacqueline, braided your hair, they found the gorgeous good part of themselves Samantha saw in them from the beginning and then showed it to you as well.

Your first building put your company in the black for the first time, but it left you feeling surprisingly empty. What did it matter if you erected some loathsome lofts that have a fake bodega and a Starsucks in the lobby? Is that what you wanted your legacy to be? Steel and stone and cold inside? You decide to change all that with an idea from your darling daughter. Anyone can make a building, the real challenge is building a family.

The Samantha Jenkins Center for Lost Bois, Wayward Sissies, Wanton Women and Stifled Studs was your architectural masterpiece, a dizzying spiral that was at once staggering and serene, awe inspiring and yet warm and inviting, the pinnacle of your career. Or it would be, if the foundation housed inside it wasn't the true ground floor of your dreams. It was a place where all were welcome, were family was found, losers learned to love and lovers learned to lose their fear and failure and trade it in for something much harder to hold on to...hope.

You receive a lot of love letter bombs and secret admirer **** attempt by Joe in that time, but you barely notice them over the din of your growing family and the hours spent in euphoric embraces and eruptions of ecstasy. Eventually, they disappear entirely, as he realizes he's been forgotten, disappearing like a nightmare in the warm rays of morning.

Your institute accepts boi's scared of what they might become, sissies startled by what they are, women wanting to be more than a womb, and studs ready to explore more than the straight and narrow. You attract Nobel Prize winning scientists and AVN winning porn stars and everyone in between, all searching for answers, and learning that so many things they considered problems, were just solutions with a different perspective. This is the legacy you are truly proud of, the ephemeral, brief and beautiful bonds of love of family and friends and lovers. It will live on long after you pass, which considering your condition, won't be for some time yet.

So whether waking up in your daughter's arms, or her ass, whether greeted with a kiss by a newborn bimboi or a suck by a switchy stud, whether you are set to open another institute in a new country or officiating a new joining of two souls in matrimony, where no day is ever just another day or wasted building something hollow when you could be loving now. Every day begins with the same mantra..."Well, it's a start..."