Date: Sat, 9 Jan 2010 20:51:03 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Red 20

Red
by dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

20: Adventures On My Own

Mom and dad got back just before university classes were due to start.  Dad
would need to go back several times during the year but only for short
periods.  Maybe he could arrange to visit Athens with me for my quarterly
assessments.  Shelia and I didn't have all that much difficulty with
skipping a grade, work wise.  We both needed to do a little extra reading
once in a while, stuff we missed but that was all.  We were both performing
right near the top of our classes.  A few of the grade nines were giving
Omar and I a hard time about my golden foot award.  They were suggesting
the wings indicated we ran away fast.  Shelia played the little movie on my
cell phone for them.  Suggesting they read Elias' post instead of just
looking at the pictures.  Nothing more was said.  I was never quite sure
how they even found out about it but I guess the "Jungle Telegraph" is
alive a well at B.J.J.H.

Due to the proximity of my birthday, Halloween and Nancy's wedding, we did
not have a big party.  Instead Shelia and I went to the dance at the
school.

Apollo Bidis picked us up at the airport, in a King Air he had rented.
That was my first surprise, I had no idea he was a pilot.  I knew he was a
well known nature and fashion photographer.  His web site has hundreds of
his images on display and one can place orders for them.  In the lead time
before we departed, Shelia and I had seen all three of his Friends Forever
books and a good overview of his fashion or advertising materials.  We had
email back and forth with his staff, mostly a fellow named Brad.  We would
be working with several older models, including the two deaf kids from the
Friends Forever series.  Most of the adult models were local Southern
California people.  The client is a sports ware company and we were doing
the new spring: swim ware, casual and underwear lines.

I am surprised the narrator has not stuck his two cents in yet.  I
misspoke, that was the second surprise.  The first was we were not being
accompanied by our adults.  I guess Mrs Bidis convinced them chaperones
were not needed.  The third surprise was how young everyone was and the
forth was Shelia and I were asked if we were a couple or wanted separate
rooms.  I don't know if he talked to Kos on the side or not but I didn't
care and neither did Shelia.  If we could share a bed, that was all that
mattered to us.

I had no idea just how hard models, for this fashion stuff, have to work.
It is not physical labor but lots of hurry up and wait, over all it is
quite stressful.  Look this way, with that expression, hold your had like
so, don't move.... I like action and was most happy when we were doing
things like games or running, even swimming.  We did the location stuff
first and moved to the studio for its share.  That is the boring part.  The
underwear stuff was Ok but it is mostly just taking a pose this way or that
way and holding it while Apollo moved around or shoot from behind his
tripod.

On the third day he asked us if we were interested in some art shots.  He
is making a new series called "young love".  It is a collection of couples
from small children through young adults.  Mostly in black and white and
all done in the studio.  I called Kos and he told me it was Ok, the
commercial arrangements had already been made, but only if we wanted.
Shelia and I talked it over and agreed.  He had us holding hands and
kissing and touching each other, but not in a pornographic way.  We always
had clothing on.  The ones I liked the best were the ones with us in our
swim costumes, they showed our perfect bodies and clear smooth skin the
best.  Freckles don't count!  One thing for sure was, our emotional
connection came across clearly in his work, even the ones with high
contrast or very subdued lighting.  Apollo said we had "camera presence".

Later that afternoon we shared some of the most sensual and erotic bed
experiences ever.  I call that "fucking presence".  The whole modeling
experience was highly erotic for us.  The male and female models, as well
as Apollo's staff, were all very sexy and standing next to one of those
older boy studs or the well endowed girls was about all I could stand.  Man
if Shelia had not been with me, I would have needed both my hands or a lot
of boy help, to keep me under control.  She did that for me and I guess me
for her.  All I know is after a couple of hours before the camera, Shelia
and I were so worked up we would have gladly made any porn Apollo asked
for, he didn't.

When we got back to our room it was erotic heaven.  One would have thought
that we just jumped into bed and fucked.  Not so.  Shelia wanted this to be
more romantic.  Man is she smart or what.  I mean I was ready for action,
had I not listened to her, I would have miss out on the real fun and
pleasure of making love, not just making sex.

Anyway she had me get out my digital camera, requesting me do a slow and
sensual strip tease for her.  I had not ever done this, even for myself.  I
knew more or less what was required.  All one needs to do is visit a few
net sites like Gayteen Studio (no longer operating) or Bad Puppy.  I'm sure
glad Kos let me find out his passwords.

Anyway, I did a slow pull off of my shirt and let my hands drift over my
chest and arms.  Showed my profile, while sucking in my tummy and flexing
my muscles, you know the drill.  When I got my shorts off I had one super
erection, when you my age they are all super.  I had on the Cleveland
special bikini briefs.  I know I looked great and when I saw the pictures
in the little viewer, that just confirmed it.  My penis was full erect,
given all the stimulation and the presence of my girl love what else.  It
was clearly outlined, even the arrow shaped head, since my foreskin had
almost completely retracted.  Anyway my balls showed too.  I know Shelia is
as fascinated with my genitals as I am with hers.  Guess that is why humans
bread so well.

The material is smooth and slick and clings to my body like skin, the pouch
just molds itself to the shape it is confining.  She had me kneel on the
love seat and look out the window, so my butt and back were straight on the
camera; due to the lights in the room and the reflection from the light
colored walls, little shadows from along my back bone, at my waist and next
to my shoulder blades, when I moved my arms to place my hands next to or on
my buttocks.  These undies have a little seam up the center so they just
tuck into my cleft, man does that look good.

Next she hand me stand, with the light from the window at my side, a
profile series, and slowly peal off the briefs.  I gathered the material in
my hand, as I lowered them.  This exposes the area above the pubis but keep
the cock covered.  I turned slightly toward her about an eight of the way.
The side light give just enough of a shadow, to illustrate the small cleft
in my chest, between my nipples and my belly button, and muscles of course.
I lowered them a bit more and exposed my pubis, still no hair, but kept my
penis covered by pushing my hands from my side, forward a bit.

The reason I can describe this so vividly is the large mirror on the other
side of the room.  I was preforming for her, I was preforming for me too.
Anyway, she moved to my left to kept me in my position, getting a more
profile view.  More like five eights.  I pushed the undies a little lower
exposing my shaft but not the head.  When I got them below the head it
popped up and stuck straight out.  My undies dropped to the floor and
Shelia moved for a full profile shot, showing my spear like erection and my
round bubble butt.  Then she moved in for some close ups of my business
end, with and without my hands in the picture.  Oh man you could see the
precome glistening on the cock head too.  I could tell Shelia wanted to
lick it off and I sure wanted her too.

She backed up a bit and had me pose in quarter turns right through the full
360.  She had me move around the room and take various poses showing my
great body form and my boyhood.  I'm glad it sticks out so straight.  She
had me stop by the window which has some shear curtains to diffuse the
light, and took a lot of close up of my crotch and butt.  Man you see every
freckle and the finest little blond hairs.  They are probably red but since
they are so fine they look blond.  I know I was getting to her because she
kept rubbing her crotch and running her hand over her nipples.  Soon it
would be her turn.

I know if Kos or Apollo were taking these pictures they would do all kinds
of artsie stuff.  Shelia just want to recored her boy in all his masculine
glory, I guess.  I think if either of them were taking the pictures they
would have spent more time on my perfect butt, at least Kos.  For the last
group I lay on the floor, took a number of poses that showed my flat tummy
and large, well large for my age, penis.  You know legs spread, stiff
waving in the breeze.  I guess she is more artistic then I thought or she
has been looking at the same adult stuff I have.

I kind of wanted her to pose for me but by this time she was just to revved
up; I helped her undress and we just fucked like rabbits, until completely
spent.

Apollo called our room inviting us to a special dress up dinner.  Shelia
sure liked that idea so did I but we didn't have any fancy dress up stuff
with us.  Apollo laughed, telling us Jonas and Shelley would be right up
with a solution.  Jonas and Shelley are the deaf kid models, that he
brought with him.  They were the ones featured in his books.  We both liked
them and liked working with them.  When we saw them together we understood
the kind of camera presence magic, that they have.  Kos said Shelia and I
had it too but I'm not sure he is completely objective.  Anyway, when they
arrived, Joans had a tux on and was carrying two dry cleaning bags over his
shoulder.  These kids are both 14.  Shelley had what could only be
described as a designer dress, like one would see only in Hollywood.  Jonas
handed me one bag and Shelia the other.  Shelley carried a small case.

Shelley signed, what I think was "smells like sex", to Jonas.  I know
Shelia and I just looked puzzled.  Jonas pinched his nose made a circle
with his left thumb and a finger and poked his index finger through the
circle.  We got the message and both of us turned bright red.  They
chuckled and smiled and kissed each other.  So we kissed too.  Now both
couples were assured, we were all lovers, so Jonas started helping me out
of my street cloths and into my Formal attire.  Shelley helped Shelia too.
I think they were afraid if left to ourselves, we would become distracted
and take too long.

Jonas' hands seamed to find my crotch and butt right off.  I think he liked
the sexy undies too.  When my reaction was a half up he took my hand and
placed it on his crotch, to indicate to me he too was bisexual.  We knew
they were both good lip readers, so Shelia and I could express ourselves as
we do best.  When in the bathroom I asked him how he knew, I was into boys?
Jonas smiled and pulled out a paper from his inside breast pocket.  It was
an email from Bjorn.  I smiled and we kissed several times.  Man is he
good.  I don't know who taught him but I can guess.  When we came out the
girls were into fixing Shelia's hair and I she too had that just kissed
look on her face, just like I did.  Oh man is this going to be a night to
remember or what.

The adults would not let us kids have any wine or spirits.  After dinner
was over they were going to party but we were obviously not invited.  Jonas
and Shelley lead us to their room, which was connecting to Apollo and
Veronica's.  They picked up their casual cloths and empty suit-dress covers
and all went to ours.  We boys helped our girls out of their dresses and
undies.  Then they helped us.  After we folded and packed up the rental
outfits, I took Shelia and Joans took Shelley to the nearest bed.  We
played kiss face and body feel for a bit, then Jonas and Shelley joined us.
I know this was new for Shelia but she seamed to go with the flow.  Before
long Jonas and I were right into it.  The girls were not far behind.  I
guess they had done his before, since Jonas guided me and Shelley guided
Shelia.  I know I was rock hard and so was he but even with our mutual oral
stimulation, neither of us seamed quite ready to come.

Shelia was on her back with Shelley's head between her legs.  Shelia had
spread them wide and while Shelley used her tongue she got on her knees and
stuck her butt in the air.  That seamed to be a signal for Jonas.  He
rolled a condom on my cock, greased it up and rolling another on him self,
took my hand and indicated I fuck him once he entered Shelley.  I did, oh
boy is he a talented fuck too.  He knew just how to push and pull, rotate
his hips, how to signal me with his hands.  I quickly picked up on his
rhythm, making sure to hit his prostrate at every opportunity.  Shelley had
Shelia writhing below her.  I came fist, Shelia second and Jonas and
Shelley third and forth.  Wow was that something.  After a quick piss brake
and a little cuddling time, the girls switched positions and so did us
boys.  Now I had never fucked a girl and been fucked by a boy at the same
time before.  This is just one super event.  Shelia and I snuggled up on
one of the beds and fell asleep but I also know some time during the night
Jonas moved in next to me as I felt his cock in my butt and it was
wonderful.  Shelia must have moved over to Shelley since in the morning
Shelley was lapping at her pussy again and I was fucking Jonas.

After meeting Bjorn, I had wanted to meet more deaf people and am I glad
that desire was fulfilled.  I was also amazed that Jonas and Shelley,
Apollo and Veronica and some of the others seamed to know all the same
people I did.  From the look on their faces, I could see they had shared
sex with them too.  It turned out that Jonas was quite the artist.  I think
he has as much raw talent as Kos but his style is way different.  He takes
a lot of snap shots and photographs too.  From what he said, mostly using
Veronica to translate his signing, he wanted to be a photographer, ever
since he met Apollo.  He was not at all into the wildlife and nature like
Apollo.  He was more into portraits and art stuff.  Shelley was more
interested in writing like Veronica but like Shelia she had not dedicated
her talent to anything yet.  Well I guess it is like me too.  I am still
not committed to anything much but I do like math and science.

From some of our privet conversations, he writes and I speak, Jonas told me
he was Apollo's boy since forever.  I told him I was my older brother's
boy.  I gave him the kiss sign, well I did lean something last summer, he
smiled and laid one hell of a tongue probing tonsil explorer on me.  Wow is
he good.  I think he liked my return too.

On the way home Jonas and Shelly were singing a whole bunch of songs,
mostly Brian Adams' stuff.  I guess they are some of Jason Adonis'
favorites.  At first I wondered how they would do this but Veronica sung
the words for us as they signed to us and each other.  Shelley told us how
they preformed at Jason and Eva's wedding along with them, "beauty and the
voice".  Veronica told me to make sure and bring my guitar on the next
trip.  I was not sure if their would be a next trip but I guess she has an
in with management.

I had wanted all of them to come and meet my family and Shelia's too, but
they could not.  Next time they come to our city they would make a point of
it.  I know Kos and Jonas would have lots to talk about.  I learned a lot
on this trip.  I learned a lot about myself and my girl and how we can
relate to others and still be as strong with each other as ever.  On
thinking about what we had been doing, I mean she watched me fucking Jonas
and him fucking me.  On the other hand she was getting it on with Shelley,
right in front of me too, so I guess we are even.

As the fall progressed I was into my marshal arts stuff and swimming club,
music, the Ganymedes and spending as much time as I could with dad at his
office.  I was really starting to get into this math stuff.  I mean in a
big way too.  One of my favorite TV programs is called Numbers.  I kind of
like how they use math to figure things out.  Dad is real good, if I am not
sure of the procedures they use in a story, he shows me the equations and
outlines a bit of the theory, if he knows it.  I get it right away.  I
think I am going to like this math stuff in the future.

Shelia and I had to kind of sneak around to keep sleeping together.  Well
we don't really sleep together, we just get together for sex a lot.  Mom
and dad don't get home most days until after 6 and Shelia needs to be home
by 5 at the latest, we can often get a little time alone in the afternoon.
At least we don't need to worry about Kos catching us.  I am more worried
about him wanting to join the action.  We can't do that every day either,
since we both have after school sports on Tuesday and Thursday.

Mom came in today in quite a huff.  I had never seen her like this but my
experience is limited in this family.  Kos said he had only seem her this
mad once before.  That was over some kind of separation of church and state
issue.  For a professor of classical studies she is not your stereotype, in
looks or attitude.  She may study, teach and write about ancient things but
my mom is one modern lady.  Dad came in a little bit later and just ducked
into his study.  When I came in he just smiled and said, "it is always safe
in here until Fredia calms down."  He handed me a book on quantum machines
to read.

Kos was safe in his studio and Mrs. Hampel only comes in half days now but
she comes every day.  I still get lots of cookies and she always sends some
to Shelia too.  At dinner we found out just what was bothering mom.  It was
over some evangelist preacher named Haggard.  I guess he had pissed her off
over some of his more conservative political stands.  Mom gets real mad
when any religious group tries to press it social and as she says, "pretend
moral agenda" on the rest of us.  Mom by the way is a big supporter of
Academic Freedom.  Anyway she had several run ins with him over such things
as abortion in the past.  "He is nothing but an intellectual bigot," she
told me over dinner.  The latest thing to get her goat, was his trying to
organize voters against gay marriage.  "His logic is bogus and his message
is nothing more than bigoted and questionable."

No reader your author and narrator will not allow Fredia or Russ to go off
on some editorial, just read on.

"Here," she said, holding up today's news paper.  Evangelical Hypocrisy
(AP)

"Influential evangelist Ted Haggard admitted Friday that he bought
methamphetamine and received a massage from a male prostitute who claims
the pastor paid him for regular sex.  But he maintained that he never had
sex with the hustler or used the drug.

Haggard, an outspoken a vocal opponent of gay marriage, resigned as
president of the U.S. National Association of Evangelicals and leader of
Colorado's New Life Church, after accusations from the gay escort hit
airwaves...

Haggard, who is often credited with rallying conservative Christians behind
U.S. President George Bush for his 2004 re-election, talks to Bush or his
advisers every week, according to Harper's Magazine....

On Friday, the 50-year-old pastor denied having sex with Mike Jones, a
49-year-old male prostitute who told a radio station Haggard paid him for
near-monthly sexual trysts over the past three years...

Haggard also admitted to reporters that he bought the drug out of
curiosity, but he threw it away.

"I bought it for myself but never used it," he said. "I was tempted, but I
never used it."

The allegations come as voters in Colorado and seven other U.S. states get
ready to decide Tuesday on amendments that define marriage as being between
one man and one woman."

"Kos I think you should do up some political cartoons about this two faced
bozo.  I have never in my life seen such a two faced, bigoted, hypocrisy as
this.  While I never liked the fellow and have always argued against his
emotional and aporia based logic, I at least thought he was sincere.  In
truth, he is noting but a bigoted, hypercritical, demigod.  These people
would have women back to barefoot and pregnant, criminalized for seeking
control over their bodies, a slave to some theological mythology.  They
would continue to try and make anyone that doesn't agree with them second
class citizens.  And don't get me started on social-political agenda the
those theocons he pre ports to represent."

Kos' mouth was hanging open and so was mine.  Dad just smiled.  "Well,
Kosmos?"

"Of course I will draw some up for you mom.  I don't like the bastard any
more then you do.  As long as this does not turn into some kind of project
that takes up more time than I have."

"Let me see, how about five on this subject."

Kos and I departed for the studio.  He drew up several after downloading a
good picture of the fellow.  He explained how a cartoonist needs to use
some physical characteristics that can be over emphasized and create
situations, that show the hypocrisy of the position you wish to attack or
support, as the case may be.  He got started and I want back to the kitchen
to get in on the discussion mom and dad were having.  This is fun.  They
are both real smart and I can learn a lot, I thought.  I did too.

Mom made some phone calls and Kos faxed his drawing for day one to Todd's
paper and to the university press.  The university put his cartoon on page
one, along with a devastating story.  Todd's paper put the cartoon on the
editorial page, where one expects to find such things.

The students at the art college were furious with the proposed new law on
the ballet.  They had been all along and this thing just fueled them.  They
were out on the street protesting, picketing the local offices of any
Republican candidates and so on.  Kos became a minor hero in their eyes.
He is a major hero in mine.  Mom suddenly was giving interviews over the
telephone to all kinds of places over the next few days.  She can be
devastating when she gets going and she sure got going.

In one debate on TV she was up against the local RC Archbishop.  She
cleaned his proverbial clock about church and state separation and
devastated his claim to moral authority, demonstrating that any the church
might have had was lost during the crusades and inquisition.  Calling him a
patristical and hypocritical among other things.  I think what got him in
the most trouble, when he quoted some passages pro ported to show that
homosexuality was against god's law.  Mom quickly quoted the original Greek
and Hebrew/Aramaic, it was written in and then proceeded to translate that
to Latin and modern English.  Showing it said no such thing. (Another
discussion your pseudo erudite author will not go into here, but it is
fascinating.)

Fredia also pointed out that marriage was not always just between men and
women, using the Minions as one example and polygamist practices of many
other cultures and so on.  She also totally devastated his argument, since
marriage was defined and operated by the state, not the church, his right
to reserve his sacrament to his members was not being violated, in fact it
was being strengthened.  "It comes down to power and money and all you are
attempting to do, is denying a group you don't agree with the same rights
as you have.  In fact, many of your statements are reminiscent of the pro
slavery writings of your church, before the abolition of slavery and the
Civil War."

On Monday, before the election and after the debate and several cartoons
had been published, I got into a little altercation in PE.  Four grade
nines got me in a corner and started giving me a hard time.  I guess they
didn't like Kos' cartoons or mom's intellectual victory.  Anyway they were
from one of those evangelic churches.  When Omar saw I was in a bit of
trouble he ran over and started to throw punches.  That got it started, and
well you know me, I finished it.  Two black eyes, three bloody noses, one
bruised sternum, along with four very hurt prides later, we were all in the
Principal's office.  Shelia was beside herself when she found out and I
could hear her but they would not let her in.  I think it was about 5
minutes later that Judge Carter phoned the Principal's office, followed by
Fred.  They wanted to know if Omar and I wanted to file charges.

The Principal just wanted to defuse the situation.  One of the grade nines,
kind of cocky fellow, would have none of it.  He was not repentant for what
he said, stupidly repeating the threats he had made against me and Kos and
our mom.  He added a few toward Omar too.  The other three didn't want to
say anything but when the kid threatened to tell their paster they failed
to support him, were intimidated enough to at least agree with him.  Well
on that score we had them and the Principal was our witness.

When the Principal ask Omar why he ran over and got involved, he just
replied: "Russ is my friend and I didn't like the four to one odds."  The
principal just looked at the four and at us, who were unscathed and
laughed.  He opened the student handbook and read the passages about
fighting, intimidation, bullying, sportsmanship and so on.  The four just
hung their heads, they had been "hoisted by their own petard" and they knew
it.

"Russell has every right to press charges against you four, on any number
of offenses.  This school has a zero tolerance policy on bullying, largely
because your paster forced the school board to adopt it, as I recall.
Therefore I have no choice but to expel you four, pending a hearing before,
let me see, Judge Carter.  As I recall Russell, he was very complementary
of your service in Omar's recent family difficulties.  Since you four are
grade 9's and Russell is only a grade 7, I would think the odds and size
differential should earn him even more praise.  As to Omar, he should not
have just started swinging, his intentions were nobel so I don't think any
further action is required."

"But sir, Russell is Judge Carter's granddaughter's boyfriend and he..."  I
think they realized they were on thin ice here and stopped talking.

I asked to call Judge Carter, winking at the Principal.  The four just lost
all the bravado they had.  "Judge this is Russell again.  Thanks for the
offer but I think we can solve this with Principal Barton's help.

"Are you asking me to turn this over to him?"

"Yes sir, if the zero tolerance policy will allow that."

"I think it will, you got them good did you?"

"Good enough but no permanent damage, sir."

"Ok, give the phone to Mr. Barton and make sure and give Shelia an extra
kiss from me."

"Yes Sir!"  I gave the phone to Principal Barton.

He reported to the boys that Judge Carter agreed with Russell and that we
can handle this internally.  "Now boys, you will not be suspended, you will
be confined in the library for the next three days, to write a minimum 1000
word essay, on why your confutation with Russell was wrong and how you
should have gone about expressing you disagreement with his brother's
cartoons."

"Russell would you tell us why you didn't want this in court?"

Sure, several reasons: 1. As soon as Ed, ah Judge Carter saw my name, he
would have recused himself from the case.  The boys looked puzzled.
Recused means withdrawn and hand over to another judge.  2. If you get
suspended and some kind of punishment from the court, you become martyrs.
This way you just become embarrassed by having your ass kicked by a grade 7
and 8.  3. I knew Principal Barton would be fair.  His essay will give you
a chance to reach a real understanding of why your approach was wrong and
perhaps you will learn what the meaning of what your faith is all about.
4. My dad always says let the punishment fit the crime.  Since no real harm
came to Omar or myself, no real harm, like an expulsion record, should come
to you.

The next day in science class Fitz drew a little diagram on the board and
asked us to calculate the force being delivered by an 80 pound boy, plowing
both his feet into the chest of a 200 pound man, from a distance of 1
meter, from a height of 1.5 meters.  This got giggles from everyone in the
place including me.  By now the jungle telegraph had my exploits so well
known, no names need to be mentioned.

He then went on to explain some of the different units that might be
employed.  Some of these were even funny.  I like him, he makes science fun
and practical too.  Anyway he explained the idea of Force equaling Mass
multiplied by Acceleration.  "Now, if this was straight down or even at
some curvature we could use the pull of gravity which is 9.75 m (32 feet)
/second squared. Since it is not, some assumptions or measurement would
need to be used."  He called me up and attached a small device to my ankle,
then he asked me to kick the wall, like I do in Karate but not to brake the
concrete block, as the administration wouldn't like that, and not my foot,
since I wouldn't like that.  The class all laughed.  I did as requested, he
read the meter which said 60.96 meters/ second.  "That fast, so don't mess
with Russell unless you too are very fast." he smiled.

Fits went to the board and wrote: a footpoundal is the unit of work equal
to a force of one poundal moving through a distance of one foot.  A poundal
is the a unit of force equal to the force that imparts an acceleration of 1
foot/second squared to a mass of 1 pound; equal to 0.1382 Newtons.  "Can
you apply the formula F=MA and calculate the footpoundals," he asked? I had
the answer before most even had the stuff on their paper.

"200 footpoundals."

"That is correct, and 200 footpoundals is about 8.4 joules or 6.2 foot
pounds-force (the work done by moving a mass of one pound the vertical
distance of 1 foot against the force of gravity) or 3 horsepower hours or 2
tons of TNT but I am not sure if those are long or short tons.  If they are
long tones then about the same as 2 Tonnes but if short tons then about 1.8
Tonnes or long tons."

By now everyone was giggling since he was making this fun.  Sure
footpoundals are real units but no one uses that much any more: he told us,
"since Russell was so adept at using his feet to put bad guys in their
place, I thought footpoundals was the most appropriate descriptor".  I just
turned bright red again, about as bright as my hair, I was proud too.  And
wow, I never thought that my foot or feet could deliver so much power.  I
mean 2 tons of TNT wow, no wonder I broke Lope's leg.  Hum, I wonder how
much force is exerted by an erect penis penetrating a tight anus or pussy?
No, I won't even begin to figure that out.  It would take all the fun out
of fucking, I like fun. (And the author can't find his scientific
calculator on his very messy desk.)