Chapter Two. Part Six.

Alea Iacta Est

The Best Days of Our Lives…

Matthew James Fletcher, from the moment he knew what he was, had accepted his life… Ālea iacta est, meaning “the die is cast”, had certainly been on point. Fletcher knew his wants and desires. He, whatever the cost, strived towards meeting them.

Fletcher, previously not really knowing where his life would take him, had wondered off to several places on his own. And he never sought his adoptive parents permission to go. He just went. This of course caused a certain degree of friction within the family. Fletcher didn’t care.

There was this one time, when in London, Fletcher walked around the outside of the United States Embassy. His presence, mainly because of how skittish certain people can be about these things, caused an issue with both U.S. Embassy security and the local police. Fletcher spent the night in a holding cell.

The men in the next cell, noting Fletcher’s presence, had requests that he be put in with them for the night. The desk sergeant, pondering the request, had clearly given it some thought before determining it not the greatest of ideas. He knew, throughout the night, there was little chance of Fletcher’s arse not being stretched.