Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2003 19:33:19 -0400
From: Av. <cupdrinker@chartermi.net>
Subject: Avery's Boys - 15

   Hey, thanks for reading.  Let me know what you think of
the story so far:  CupDrinker@chartermi.net.  Also, anyone
that has copies of Dannys Dudes, please let me know, cause
that was probably the best story written.  Again, don't
continue reading if you do not like reading these stories,
and remember that all this is fantasy.  To you the
reader...remember that this is all fake.  You may wish to
believe that this is true, which is fine by me but please
remember that this is just a bunch of words that I have
written down and nothing else.

   Ok, so in the last chapter the drug bust finally
happened.  Avery is fighting with a co-worker; Andy has
invited Avery and the boys to the local Boy Scout camp, and
probably the biggest news is Bryan found his dad.  Ok, and
now the ending paragraphs from chapter 14:

   "Smits you are a bigger liar than an old man at a fishing
lodge.  You would never go out on field work, cause you are
a scared pussy."

   "Well, I didn't come in here to get talked down on by
someone of equal rank.  I just came in here to thank your
informant on the excellent job that he did."

   Smits had walked over to my desk, and accidentally kicked
the side of the metal desk causing a large bang.  "Sorry
he's asleep."

   "No...I'm awake now."  Bryan said in a groggy voice.  I
told him that someone wanted to say hi and thanks for
helping out.  Bryan smiled as he was getting some attention.

   "WHAT THE FUCK!!!"  Smits screamed out.  "What the fuck
are you doing here?"

   "Dad?"

Story - Avery's Boys
Chapter 15 - Andy the game

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   "No Bryan this is S.A. Smits.  Your dad isn't here."  I
said, thinking the kid must have hit his head.

   "No Douglas, Bryan is correct I am his
father...shit...how the fuck did this happen?"  Smits said
the last part under his breath.  "Ok well I think I should
fill you in."

   "Please do, cause I'm dying to hear this."  I pulled
Bryan out from under the desk and placed him in the chair.
By now the kid was crying.

   "Well...this all started about 3 years ago.  My ex-wife
and I were going through a tough spot in our marriage.
Bryan had just turned nine and I was just getting my first
promotion out in Washington.  It was like I had the perfect
life, a loving wife and a great kid."  Smits looked down at
Bryan and his eyes turned to anger.  "And then I come home
early from work one day and what do I see?  I see my pride
and joy, my son on my couch getting fucked by the lawn boy."
Bryan hung his head and started to cry.  I couldn't look at
either of them, as I wished this would all end.  "And I
couldn't deal with it, it would ruin my career that my kid
was gay.  Here I am, an up and coming member of the Bureau
where everything I do is picked over by everyone above me,
shit I played football and baseball in school and college
and hoped that my son would follow in my footsteps, not
spread eagle and be a fucking queer pussy!"

   "Come on Smits.  So what if Bryan did what he did, he is
your son."

   "The son that I knew was a spitting imagine of me, I
don't take it up the ass like the scum of the population,
crawling around in the alleys.  When I saw him on the couch
I had no more son!"  Smits left the room, mumbling that he
was going to take a smoke in the back alley.

   I stayed with Bryan, who was crying and was asking why
his dad would do that to him.  He cried into my shoulder as
I wrapped my arms around the young boy.  "You won't leave me
will you?"  Bryan asked as he sucked back the tears to get
the question out.  Fuck me, how the fuck could I have said
no to him?  Ok, granted I could have but you weren't there
to see the look on his face, when he looked at me.  The look
of a deer just as you are about to hit it with your car,
cause you're get getting a blowjob.  Yeah, it was that sort
of look.

   Bryan cried himself to sleep, when I placed him back
under my desk.  I decided to go and check on Smits to find
out what, if anything could be worked out.  On my way out of
the party on the floor, Thomas came up to me.  "What's going
on Douglas?  I just saw Smits leaving and he looked pissed
off."

   "Bryan is Smits son!"  Special Agent Thomas looked like
he turned to stone.  "And I guess they had a falling out
between then a few years ago."

   "No shit.  That is messed up.  Didn't Smits know before
all this that his son was going to be helping us out?"

   I wanted to say, `No you fucking retard.  If he knew,
don't you think this would have happened a long time ago?'
but I politely said, "No!  Well, Bryan is sleeping in my
office, so I'm going to check up on Smits.  If you could,
just stay outside the office and make sure that he doesn't
leave, and if I need you I'll get you on your cell."  Thomas
agreed, and I headed out to find Smits.

   I found him in the back alley behind the F.B.I. building,
which was dark due to the close proximity of the next
building.  He was standing next to the dumpster, smoking
away mumbling to himself.  The asphalt was still a little
wet from a recent rainstorm the day before, which caused
some small puddles down the alley way.  The only way into
this alley was from the main entrance, which was always
monitored by other agents, or from two doorways that came
from the Field Office building.  The building next door
could not enter the alleyway due to the 8-foot fence with
barbed wire on top of it.  The only thing that was missing,
were the security cameras which for some reason were not
installed as of yet.

   Smits was in violation of federal law by smoking on
Federal property, but he was just a list of many who used
this spot to smoke.  But that wasn't the reason why I needed
to talk to him.  "That kid fucked up my life back then, and
I'm not going to let him do it again."  Smits spoke with the
cigarette in his mouth and scratching his head with his
hand.  "How did you find him?"

   "He was living in an apartment building, just a few miles
from her.  My friends brother was living in there, and I
arrested his foster father."

   "Are you sure he wasn't whoring himself?"

   "Are you fucking insane Smits?  His foster father was
physically abusing him.  He had made Bryan into his personal
servant, and all you are thinking about is how gay your son
is."

   Smits turned around and flicked the cigarette into a
puddle of water.  "That faggot in there is not my son, I
have no son...don't you fucking get that?  I did what I had
to do back then, to get where I am today.  I'm not as lucky
as you, where the government just hands me a multi-million
dollar reward check...no I have to work to support my wife,
and my two kids."

   "What about your wife, doesn't she care about Bryan?"

   Smits laughed.  "She thinks that Bryan had been
kidnapped.  I fucking came up with a report and everything,
and anytime someone came close to finding him I used my
power to end them."

   "What do you mean you ended them?"

   "Don't play dumb with me, you know that after the attacks
the Bureau has the right to defend public safety."  Smits
lit up another smoke.

   He was correct, the Congress did pass some pretty fucked
up laws diminishing certain civil rights, but they were
hidden in foreign aid bills that no one would be looking at.
"I don't believe what I am hearing, you killed innocent
people?"

   "Get with the times Douglas, no one is innocent these
days.  We are fighting a war within our own country, against
our own population.  We got all these damn terrorist threats
that the DOJ keeps coming out with everyday.  And then there
is you!"

   "What do you mean `and then there is you'?"

   "You know, that `John Jay' that is coming after you.  I
mean shit I've read his profile, I'm surprised that you are
not dead yet.  If I were you I would be scared shitless,
having a serial killer after me and everyone that is living
at my house.  Christ I wouldn't be surprised if he was there
at your house now, and everyone was killed, and he was just
waiting for you.'

   I snapped and tossed Smits into the fence.  "You son-of-a-
bitch...you are fucking sick."

   "You've fucked Bryan haven't you?"

   "You are fucked up you know that?  You should get into
some counseling?"

   "You know that we are going to have to get rid of Bryan.
I can't have him coming into the picture again.  Just back
off and let me make a phone call, I've got a squad on
standby 24/7."

   I pulled my gun and pointed it at Smits head.  "You go
near Bryan and I will kill you.  You cannot get rid of him
like this, you have to confront your problems."  I was
pushing him harder into the chain link fence to make my
point clear.

   "To late I've already classified him as a threat to
national security.  The info is going to be sent over in
tonight's emails and briefings.  You, not I have killed
Bryan.  Check your cell phone if you want, I made sure to
send it to your cell."  Smits started to laugh, when my cell
started beeping.  I looked at it and sure enough the case
file was right there on my screen.

  "You fucking gave him a level 5 threat?  You gave him a
death warrant...you fucking bastard that means that they are
going to kill him no matter what."  Smits kept on laughing,
and my blood pressure kept on rising.  I was pressing up to
Smits that I could feel his heartbeat, and his hand was
moving.  I looked down and he was about to reach the handle
of his gun.

   "No faggot is going to ruin my life, now you are either
with me or against me."  He had control of his weapon and
was pulling it out of his holster.

   I leaned in a whispered into his ear.  "No one threatens
me."

   I stepped back and wiped the blood that had splattered
onto my face.  Smits' lifeless body collapsed to the ground,
with blood pumping out of his head.  Within a few days I had
taken the lives of two human beings.  I called Thomas and
told him to meet me in the alley.

   He came running out and stopped dead in his tracks.
"What the fuck Douglas?  Damn you know how to take care of
your enemies."

   We lifted his body and placed it in the dumpster.  We
came up with a plan, on what to do with his car and how we
would be able to pull this off.  Thomas' job was to hack
into the severs computers and erase Bryan's file, and he was
to send out an email from Smits account saying he was taking
an extended holiday.   I had the easy job of removing his
car of the lot and disposing it.  I knew of a couple of
places in the area that would be happy to have a new caddy
pull into their garage.

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   My doorbell rang.  I knew who it was, and had given a
list of people would be coming over for the day to the
Agents outside, the day before.

   "Hello Joe."

   "Hi Avery.  It's about time you invited me over."  Joe
was my brother, no not my oldest one.  Joe had the title of
the middle son, to everyone who knows my family.  Joe was
the brother who was in charge of my financial matters.

   I showed him into the kitchen and offered him a drink.
"Ok Joe, I'm going for a week and during that time I need
you to be my eyes and ears on this project."  We went over
the plans for the neighborhood park that was finally taking
effect.  "As you know for the amount that I'm paying all of
this should be done in one week.  I need you to make sure
that they stay on schedule."

   He asked all the usual questions that anyone in his
position would ask.  "So why are you wasting your money on
this again?  You know for the amount that you have spent on
this, you could have built a nice home in Wales?"

   "Joe it's not always about money, and I would hope that
you would have learned that by now."  We turned to see
duffle bags being tossed down the stairs, which meant that
it was almost time to go.  "Ok so here is my cell, but you
shouldn't need to call it cause there should be no changes.
Mr. Oliver is going to be onsite every day, and he knows
that you are going to be stopping by."

   "You are never going to grow up are you, little brother?"

   "You know what Joe, I know that you never got into the
whole Scout thing, but I like it.  All you have to do is
keep my money safe.  So please don't try and control me."

   We all came out of my house, and the three boys (Chris,
Bryan and Jesse) piled into my suv.  Joe and I shook hands
and I thanked him for helping me out.  "That is nice of your
bro to help you out Av."  Chris said while inserting a dvd
into the player.

   "Nice my ass, for the amount he gets paid to oversee my
account he owes it to me."

   "To bad Nolan had to take Jaimie, cause now I don't have
a tent partner."  Jesse said.

   "Why don't the three of you share a tent?"

   "Sweet!  You guys want to do that?"  Bryan and Chris
agreed.  It took some time to work Chris up to this, but he
agreed to do it, as more of a favor to me.

   Everything was completed a few days ago, with the
paperwork that needs to be completed, and the physicals that
needed to be completed before they could set foot on the
camp property.  And it was good to get away from the Bureau
again, and so far there had been no problems dealing with
the Smits `vacation'.  The only down part was two agents
were going to be following us and staying at the camp, for
the week.  They were told they had to blend in, so it should
be fun to see how they blend in with 400 boys aged 11 - 18.

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   We pulled into the parking lot, to see it filled with
hundreds of cars.  The boys were awestruck with the amount
of boys they were seeing.  I pulled up to the Scoutmaster of
the troop that I was apart of.  Everyone in the troop called
him Mr. Randolph, and he was the prime example of a
Scoutmaster with his bulging gut and a slight balding hair.
Now as I've said, I was an honorary member of the troop, and
I can honestly say I've never really met anyone in the
troop, except for a handful who came up to camp, when I was
on staff.  I never went to any meetings, and once a year,
just before the troop went to camp I got a signed card from
all the Scouts thanking me for paying for their expenses.

   "Well, well well...it's the infamous Avery Douglas!"  Mr.
Randolph said, which caused a few other Scouts and adult
leaders to turn and look at me.

   "Thanks for the welcome, and again thanks for offering
myself and the boys to camp."  I shook his hand with the Boy
Scout handshake.

   He asked me to walk up and meet the Camp Director, and do
the proper paperwork at the office.  We walked up there and
I saw a couple familiar faces, from staff members who I
worked with and a couple of Scouts who I could only remember
their faces.

   "Avery?  Is that you Avery Douglas?"  The voice was a
familiar voice, and I turned to see it was the camp director
who was walking over to me.  He shook my hand and made some
small talk, which I was unable to get away from.  He did the
usual questions like:  how I have been, what's been new with
me, and what's going on with the `John Jay' case.  I
answered all the questions, except for the last one, and
told him it was going to be different this year since now I
was going to be looking at things from the other side.  "Ok,
well it's been good getting to know you...why don't you stop
by the house after the campfire tonight so you can meet
Kathy and we can get reacquainted.  I really didn't want to,
just because of a falling out I had with them on my last
year on staff, but I agreed.

   Being on camp staff had its advantages, over being just a
regular Scout.  I had some really good memories, and some
really bad ones.  A main advantage was I got to hear some
really good gossip from staff members and adult leaders.
After four years of being on staff I got to know many adult
leaders, who could trust me in helping them with problems
they were having, and more importantly I knew the camp in
and out like it was my own back yard.  Any little short cut
that was in that camp I could find in the dark.  I worked in
the Nature Department, so I knew all the plants and how to
find my way around the massive camp using the stars.  Being
in charge of the Nature Department, it kind of gave me free
reign over the camp, that and along with being the senior
staff member.  Who would have thought that an 18-year-old
Scout would be in charge of 40 staff members?  There was
usually about 30 boys on staff and 10 girls, all aged 16 -
18.  They guys stayed in 2 man cabins, where the girls
stayed in on big cabin.

   Being the senior staff member, was not that important to
me, since basically all I had to do is correct any mistakes
that the first year staff members may have created.  There
was also the `Men's Council' which oversaw the laws in staff
village.  Now trust me on this one, there were some third
year staff members who were getting off to the idea that
they could be apart of this 3-man council.  And what does
this 3 man council do you ask?  They set the curfew times
for when all the guys have to be in their cabins, they set
up the weekly staff parties.  After 9 weeks of living with
each other you either get some really good friends or some
really good enemies.

   "Avery...Avery...AVERY!!!"  I awoke from a daydream.
"Our campsite host is going to be taking us Ft. Scots, so
have your boys load of their gear onto the trailer and we
will be hiking over there."

   The boys were getting to know the kids in the troop, as I
saw them talking to Andy and some other boys.  Within about
10 mins of us getting there, Andy had the boys in two lines
and we were walking around the lake to our campsite.

   "Are you Avery Douglas?"

   I turned to the side, to see our campsite host looking at
me.  "Yeah."

   "Remember me?  I was in your Astronomy class back in
2000?"

   "Oh yeah...surprised that you remember me."  For shit, I
couldn't remember the kid.

   The 5 adults and 53 boys (including myself and the 3
boys) arrived at Ft. Scots.  The boys, just like they were
part of some military unit, remained at attention, while the
adult leaders looked over the tents.  I stayed back, because
I really didn't want to get into their way mainly because I
considered myself a guest.  The four of us were getting the
usual stares our way, normal I considered with us being the
new people.

   "Avery."  Mr. Randolph tapped me on the shoulder.  "If
you want you and the 3 boys can take the set of three tents
over there, while the rest of the boys take the tents across
the road.  The other adults and I will take the group of
tents on the other side of the pavilion.  Sound good?"

   "Yeah its all good."

   "Ok have them get their tents together, and of course I'm
sure you remember, we have the physical and swim checks in
about 10 mins."

   And with that we got our tents together and changed into
our swim trunks.  Andy, as the Senior Patrol Leader, called
the troop together and we were marching again in our two
lines to the Health Lodge.  The three boys and I stayed back
towards the end of the lines.

   "Shit Avery, I can't believe that you spent 4 years at
this.  You gave up your entire summers for this.  Why?"
Chris complained to me.

   I was about to say that I enjoyed being outside and
living in the woods, but Jesse thought he had the reason.
"Why you ask?  Just take a look at Andy!"

   We all turned our eyes to the beginning of the lines,
where Andy was leading the lines.  How did we miss that, we
all thought.  Andy, with his reddish-blonde hair, was
wearing a red speedo, and very nicely showed the outline of
his ass.  I guessed that he was on the swim team, just
because not too many boys would wear a speedo to Scout camp
on the fears of being called gay.  But as a swimmer, you
lose at that shyness and wear it like it was a regular pair
of swim trunks.  It was like we were all caught in a mind
trance, which all ended when he turned and started to walk
backwards, to check on the end of the lines.  There it was,
pulled up towards the right was his semi-hard cock, which we
were able to see the outline through the tight fabric of his
speedo.

   "How big do you think it is?"  Bryan asked.  "You guys
want to make a game out of it?  The first one to find out
how big it is, gets to win a prize from all of us."

   "What type of prize?" Chris asked, somewhat interested in
the wager.

   "The winner gets to decide.  So it could be different for
each of the losers."

   "What if we all win?"  I asked.

   "Do you think he's that big of a twink?"  Chris asked.

   "Com'on guys, with a ass and dick like that...shit he is
like a total package there."  Bryan spoke up, while
adjusting himself in his shorts.

   "Well, if we all win then...we will have a tie breaker,
if it comes to it.  Deal?"  Jesse said as we all put our
hands out to seal the deal.
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   "Where you going Chris?"

   "Shut the fuck up Bryan.  You are going to wake up
Jesse."

   "Where you going?"

   "Fuck the million questions...I have to take a piss."  I
pulled on a pair of boxers, and looked over that Bryan who
was still looking at me.  "What the fuck Bryan, you want me
to piss on you?"  He didn't say anything, as I walked out of
the tent.

   Damnit don't they have any fucking lights out here?
"Fuck me" I screamed softly as I tripped over a stump.  I
scratched my balls as I tried to find my to the latrine.

   "It's past lights out, you know?"

   My eyes were trying to adjust to the pitch-blackness, as
I tried to find out who was talking.  "So the fuck what?"

   "What's the matter Chris, can't you walk in the dark?"

   "Show your fucking face you fuckin douche bag!"  I was
spinning in circles trying to find this asshole.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH"

   "Shut the fuck up Chris...it's only me Andy."  He wrapped
his hand over my mouth, as we heard a couple boys moving
around on their cots in the tents.

   He turned his flashlight on, as he shined it towards the
ground.  He finally let go of my mouth and walked me farther
into the woods, just down the trail.  I had no idea where he
was taking me, as he had turned off his light and he just
seemed to know where every stump and stone was.

   "What the fuck are you doin out in the dark?"  I asked
Andy as we finally stopped walking.

   "It's my job to make sure that none of the boys are out
walking around in the dark and getting lost.  I told all of
you that you couldn't be out after 11PM, and it's 12:48 so
why are you up?"

   "Holy fuck...is everyone fuckin concerned about how bad I
have to piss?"

   "Ha ha that's funny.  The latrine is about 30 feet south
of your tent.  Shit, we are about the farthest you can get
for there."

   "Fuck this shit...I'm not gonna walk all the way back to
piss...shit I'm just gonna piss over here."  I fished my
dick out of the fly and let loose a nice stream of piss.
The sound of the piss hitting the leaves was a little loud,
so I started to talk to Andy again.  "So...you enjoy doin
this sort of stuff?"  Andy didn't answer so I turned to the
stump where he was at, but he wasn't there.

   "What?  Doing this?"  Andy's hand had a firm grasp on my
dick, and he was causing it to get hard.

   "What the fuck dawg?"  I was still pissing.

  He leaned in and rested his head on my naked shoulder.
"You knew that Avery had company over, when I came over the
other day but yet you still came in nekkid.  Shit I knew
that you had a thing for me."

   Andy shook my dick for me, to get the last drops of piss
to come out, and then slowly started to stroke it.  If my
cock could have gotten any bigger, Andy was going to do it.
He started kissing and licking my chest and abs on his way
down to my boxers.  He stopped and moved back up to my pecs
and started swirling his tongue around my nipples.  Damn was
I leakin precum like crazy.

   He got on his knees, making some noise as the leaves
cracked on the ground, and lowered my boxers down past my
ankles and then off of my feet, tossing them to the side.
This boy didn't wait for any cues from me, as he wrapped his
mouth around my cock all the way to the base.

   "Damn you swallowed all of it!"

   Andy replied in a muffled noise, and then sucked down
some spit as he worked his tongue around the length of my
cock.  From the way he was working on my tool, I knew that
he had to be doing this shit at least a couple times a
month.  But why didn't Av know about him?  Maybe he was a
st8 boy who just had a very big curious side.  He stopped
sucking me for a second just to give himself time to take
off his shirt and even though I saw his naked chest earlier
in the day, it looked hella fine up close.  So there we were
in the woods, me totally naked with Andy in his boxers
sucking me like a biatch.

   And what cute boxers they were!  They had a diving board
right where the fly is at, and then across his ass it had
`SWIMMER' across it, and they followed every inch of his
down under region.  Andy was taking to places in my mind
that I had never been to before, but there was something
different that was touching my dick.  I looked down and Andy
was giving me a smile, and there on his tongue was a metal
ball.  Damn Andy had a tongue ring and he knew how to work
it up and down my shaft.  The metal stud in his tongue was
adding the extra sensation to my young cock.  He brought me
to the brink of spewing and then pulled his mouth off of me.

   "Damn you are only 16 and that big?  Well, I'm gonna have
to lube my hole better good, before I let you in."

   Damn, Andy is man on a mission.  I was watching him as he
stood up and dropped his boxers down and then off his feet.
And of course, he was sporting some nice wood.  He had a
nice patch of hair above his dick, but he had kept it trim.
He was all shaved from his neck down probably from his years
of being a swimmer.  My hand started to feel up and down his
body and I felt around his chest and then down to his six-
pack and then down to his cute little `V' that his muscles
formed just above his dick.  And of course, how could I
forget about his dick?  I wouldn't want to lose this bet.
It wasn't small, it wasn't big, it wasn't thin and it wasn't
think...it was perfect.  It had a main vein that went right
down the center, all the down the 8 inches, and was about 5
inches in circumference.  His balls hung down a little, and
were about the size of small lemons.

   "Damn, you must be getting all the stares at the meets?"
I asked, wondering how he was able to walk around in a
speedo with all that bunched in there.

   "Some...I have a couple of regulars that come to check me
out and then jack off when they get to their cars, that's if
they haven't creamed while watching.  But after a few months
of swimming, I know how to tuck it all in."  He explained to
me, while he was fingering his hole.  "Any more questions?
Cause I have to check out the rest of the tents, so you are
gonna have to make this quick."

   How the fuck was I suppose to back away from that offer?
"Aight dwag, lets get u fucked."

   He leaned back, placing our shirts onto the ground so he
didn't get `poked' in the back and raised his legs back,
almost, behind his ears.  I hacked up some spit and smeared
it over my aching cock, and slower slipped it into him.
Andy was hot and tight, and I felt my head slide all the way
in, and rub up against his prostate.  Once I was in I picked
up the paced and started to fuck my little swimmer like a
bunny.  His breathing picked up as he started to lick his
lips and moan a little, he kept his eyes closed as I leaned
in and licked his nips.

   "FUCK ME CHRIS...FUCK ME CHRIS...FUCK ME HARDER!!!"

   And damn it I fucked him hard.  We were fucking with all
the wildlife watching us from the trees, and there was even
a little chipmunk that came buy to see me fucking Andy.  He
was probably picking up some pointers.  I was close to
cumming and he could feel my dick start to expand.

   "Leave it in me.  I want to feel your cum in me all night
long."

   Damn this kid was fucking crazy, but who was I suppose to
say anything as I rammed into him one last time and shot 8
times into his boy hole.  I kept my dick inside of him and
let it slide out once it started to go soft.  He licked the
last drops of cum off from my cock and pulled on his shorts
and shirt.

   "Thanks Chrissy you were the best.  Ok, here's the plan.
You stay here for a few mins and you can go back to camp,
you know don't want to let any one know what was going on
here."

    Shit Andy could have told me that his dick was made of
cheese after what he put me through, so I just said "sure"
and waved him off.  It only took me a few mins to figure out
that I still had some piss left me in.

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All right, well what did you think?  You like Chris' point
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