Date: Sun, 5 Oct 2003 21:11:26 -0400
From: Av. <cupdrinker@chartermi.net>
Subject: Avery's Boys Chapter 22

   No I'm not dead.  Just somewhat busy.  Thanks for the
emails.  Again remember that all this if fantasy, so read
only if you are into this sort of story.  If you have any
questions just write me.  Also the real life Chris is
starting to break out of his shell and is getting into the
story.  So if you would like to talk to Chris, just write at
this addy cupdrinker@chartermi.net and put `Chris' in the
subject line and he will get it.

   And now the ending paragraphs from the previous chapter:

   "Ha ha!  I told you that Chris would fucking freeze."
Devon said as he walked up and smacked Greg on his ass.  My
cock sprang back to life, as Dev and I did a ghetto
handshake and then he got naked and started to feed his cock
into Greg's mouth.  I'm sure the sounds of slurps and my
balls smacking into Greg, could me heard throughout the
entire house.

   Devon slammed his cock deep into Greg's mouth, as Dev
unleashed five shots of creamy asian boy jizz.  He tried to
pull his mouth off, because of the cum that was filling up
his mouth, but Dev grabbed him by the hair and held him
there until he stopped struggling and swallowed.

   Devon finished by slapping his limp cock across Greg's
face, and then sat back down as he tried and succeed in
getting his cock back to a full erection.  I pulled out and
spewed into the back of his hair, and then shot across his
back, with the last few shots dribbling out into his crack.

   Greg grabbed one of his brothers pillows, and wiped the
cum off his back with it, then grabbed his top sheet to whip
his hole and my cock off.  He ended his revenge, by grabbing
the other pillow and jerking off over top of it.

   By the time we had got our clothes back on, Greg at
seemed to get ever inch of the bed marked with all of our
cum.  I walked back out into the hallway, and the scent of
fresh air and the cum filled smelled room clashed and knew
that his bro would have the same feeling of someone having
sex in his room, as I would.

Story - Avery's Boys
Chapter - 22 - Renaissance Festival

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   "Good morning Sir, may I take your jacket?"  The Flight
Attendant asked, as I was shown into the first class area.

   "No I'm fine, but when we are in the air can I please
have a glass of water?"

   "Anything you want.  You know it is only you and two
other passengers up in first class for this flight, so if
you need any `special' attention just buzz for me."  She
leaned over giving me full view of her tits.  Damn her and
her blonde hair!  She looked like a cousin of Pam Anderson,
down to every detail.

   The other two passengers came into view as they passed
me, and walked up towards the very front of the seating
area.  This was as much of a personal vacation, than a
business trip as I looked back at the last two days.

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   "Please hold while I connect you."  The lady on the other
end of the phone, sounded very polite, when I picked up the
phone.

   "Hello?  Hello?  Ms. Simon's am I connected?"  The older
guy screamed into the phone.  He didn't have to say his
name, I knew who he was.

   "Sir, I'm here."  The Area Director shut up, as he tried
to compose himself.

   "Douglas, I need you.  I got the shitheads in D.C.
chewing me a new asshole, and you are my answer.  I'm
sending off the agenda along with your plane ticket, you
leave tomorrow, on Thursday."

   "Sir..."

   "Don't fuck me over Douglas, you will do this as a favor
for me and then you get back I will repay."  The Area
Director hung up the phone, and a few minutes later the
paperwork came over on my email.

   Boston?  Why would I need to go to Boston?  If he was
having problems with the suits in D.C., then why send me to
Boston?  Oh shit...not fucking Boston!

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   "Wake up sweetie...please Av wake up!"

   "Shit Rox, what day is this?"

   "Damn you were one fine fuck last night.  It's 9am on
Wednesday."

   I opened up my eyes, to see the most perfect looking
pussy in the world at eye level.  The drapes on Roxy did
match the carpet, and I'm not talking about shag carpeting.
I turned over on the bed, to see what was so important.

   "It's the Bishop and he has a favor to ask of you."  She
handed me the phone, as she sat on the corner of the bed.
Was it wrong to talk to the Bishop while, the girl that you
are not married to is sitting naked on your bed?  Meh...like
I cared.

   "Agent...I mean Avery.  How are you, my son?"

   "I'm doing fine, Bishop.  What can I help you out with?"
Roxy decided she would be funny, so she crawled under the
comforter and started to work on my cock.  I tried to push
her away, but I let her continue when she bit down on my
head.

   "You worked so well with the boys, that I would like it
if you could please go to Boston, to speak at the Youth
Convention being held there, this Thursday?  I am having my
secretary email you over the agenda.  If you have any
questions, just seek out the name on the bottom the of the
page, and he will help you out when you get there."

   "Sir..."

   "Thank you my son."  The Bishop hung up on me.  Shit,
could my life get any worse?

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   "Wake the fuck up Bry!"  I reached behind my seat and
shook Bry on the leg.  He jerked awake and kicked the back
of my seat.

   "What the fuck Chris.  I was dreaming that I was fucking
Aaron Carter, while some kid named Luke Bishop was feeding
me his cock."

   "Shit Bry...even I know that I can't get Luke.  But I
woke you up because we are here."  We both looked out the
windows to see the signs `Michigan Renaissance Festival' or
as the locals call it - the Ren Fest.

   The Ren Fest is something that I always look forward to,
each year it seems to get better and better.  This year I
was determined to get myself a time period costume.  Av had
asked that I take Bry along with me, while him and Roxy
spent some time together, and Jessie went to England to try
and find his dad, with his brother.  Av had kept quite about
Jessie taking the trip, which meant that Av knew something
and wasn't telling us.

   "So what do you do here?"  Bry asked.  It took me a
second to remember his past and how he probably never even
heard about the Ren Fest.

   "You have a bunch of people that dress in medieval times
from the British area, who get together and have fun to
watching skits and interacting with people."

   "And we have to walk around?"  Bry asked as we parked and
he was looking at the signs.

   "Well, they didn't have cars or bikes or golf carts back
then."

   "True, but they had Coke and ATM's?"  Bry tried to be a
smartass, which caused me to hit him on the shoulder.

   Every time that I come to the Ren Fest is a shocking
event to me.  Back then you didn't have to be politically
correct or even be nice to people.  And also, you were
expected to say `good morrow' to the ladies who were in
costume.  For a person who was into history, life myself,
this was a small slice of heaven on earth.

   "DON"T go thru the exit, when there is an entrance gate!"
The gatekeeper screamed at some visitors who went in the
wrong way.  The entrance looked like a typical stone
gatehouse with the steel gate pulled all the way up.

   Once inside we were met with a stand still of people who,
like us were trying to get in.  Bry and I snuck our way
around the mass of people, and ended up on the other side of
the crowd.  We could finally see, why we weren't moving.
There in front of us were some of the actors and actress of
the Ren Fest, and in the middle was the `Queen' of this
years fest, `Queen Elizabeth I".  She looked just like the
paintings of her (she approved everyone that was painted so
they would always look good), and was the typical MILF.  Her
tits were just inches of popping out of her dress.

   "Damn, she is fuckin hot."  Bry replied with his mouth
hanging open.

   Once the spectacle was over, the crowd started to
disperse into the 2 square mile park.  The front of the fest
was full of vendors, selling era items and take out
restaurants, selling era food.  The main food at this fest
of soup in a bread bowl, in which the local schools and
charities operated.

   I knew of where the vendors for the costumes were at, so
I led Bry down the dirt trails into the shopping district.
The first one I came to, I found my outfit it was the
`Prince of Normandy outfit and it was a little pricey,
$1200.

   "Made out of velvet, real feathers, and jewels.  Now
don't touch if you aren't going to buy!"  The old voice came
out of nowhere.  The old guy, probably 40ish, with gray hair
coming thru his black hair and his hands were rough,
probably from the years of making these outfits.  The old
guy was probably topping 200lbs, and his beer belly looked
like he was carrying twins.  The old guy stepped out, and
once he came into visual contact with the two of us he fell
backwards, almost falling over.

   "You ok?"  I asked as I went over to help him regain his
balance.

   "Umm...yeah I'm ok.  It's just usually I get some fucking
ugly people that walk thru my doors."

   "I don't get it."  Bry said, "Are you saying that we are
ugly?"  I punched him in the shoulder for that question.

   "You and your little brother are rather handsome.  You
guys ever thing about doing some pics or movies?"  The old
guy sat down on his stool, and adjusted his noticeable
package.

   "Yep, we've done it."  Bry remarked and smiled.

   "What company?"

   I looked over at Bry and gave him the ok to tell him.
"Nolan.inc, we know him."

   "Wow, I'm impressed.  Nolan.inc is like the main company
for kiddy..."  The old guy stopped and looked at us, knowing
exactly what he knew.  This was a dirty old guy who liked
jerking his cock while looking at pics of boys.   "Wait a
minute, I do know you two, you two were in?"

   "Playtime!"  Bry said aloud.

   The old guy got up, and led us to the back of his booth.
>From behind the wooden door, we walked around a fence, and
into the vendor's parking lot, which was full of RV's and
camper trailers.  The three of us walked past a few of them,
before we got to his massive `RoadWarrior'.  It was a sweet
looking RV that probably cost a fortune.  Bry was psyched
about it, and was looking at all the little compartments
that were hidden along the sides.

   "That's where the tv is hidden at."  The vendor said, as
he fished a remote out of his pocket, and with a push of a
button the door pulled up and out slide this plasma screen
tv.  Bry almost creamed himself, as gadgets had always
turned him on.  "Come on in boys."

   The old guy led us into this home, and I was the last one
to enter just in case the old fuck was going to do something
I could not control.  The inside of completely black, with
black carpet, black walls, black blinds, black cabinets,
black chairs, everything.  He said it was for easy cleanups,
which I got right away, but it took Bry a long time to
figure out.  The guy excused himself, as he told us to get
comfortable.  Bry sat down on the leather couch, where I
went to snooping around, to try and get a feel for the guy.

   I hit the jackpot when I opened up a console door by the
drivers seat, and it was chuck full of Polaroid's of nude
boys.  The guy had written their names and dates on the
bottom of the pics, and trust me some of them were rather
nice.  The boys ranged from 5yo - 18yo, and all were taken
on the same leather couch that Bry was sitting on.  The old
guy said that he would be out soon, and not to worry.  I
shoved the pics back into the console, and headed for the
fridge, to get some water.  "What the fuck?"  I said, as I
stood there with the door open.  Inside this medium sized
fridge were jars, with the names of the boys I say in the
pics taped on them.  I pulled out the one that said, `Simon
4.28.03'.  I held it up to the light, and freaked when I
figured out what the white stuff was in all those jars.

   "They are good, when you mix it with chocolate milk."  I
turned to see the vendor guy completely naked, with a chain
in his right hand.  His fat body was covered with a thick
mat of black hairs, which started at his chest and ran all
the way down to his ankles.  I was about to say that Bry and
I had to jet, but Bry seemed like he wanted to stay.

   "Dude, don't you know that body hair is out?  You need to
get to shavin!"  Bry bent his head back as to look behind
the naked guy.  A view I could not see, as I was looking at
his cock that looked to be the size of a coke can.  His cock
was covered with a bush of hair, and it had veins that
crisscrossed the width of it.

   "We have guests Simon, aren't you happy?"  The guy pulled
on the chain.  I slowly closed the fridge door, to see this
naked boy walk in front of him.  I started to get tears in
my eyes.

   This boy was no older than 8, and he had his metal chain
connected to him that was attached to his leather dog
collar.  I could tell that he had chains around his ankles
and wrists, as the red marks gave it away.  The boy had some
dirty blonde hair that looked like it had not been washed in
a few weeks.  My eyes wandered over his very slim body, and
I noticed his rib cage starting to show.  Attached to his
small cock was a cock ring and a ball stretcher.  I know
from personal experience that a ball stretcher is not the
most pleasant thing to have happen to you, but the kid
didn't seem to mind as I guessed he had it on him most of
the day.

   I shut the door, and looked over at Bry who was rubbing
his cock thru his shorts.  Bry had no idea as to what was
going on, but I could figure it out with my years of
wracking Av's brain on profiles and tactics.  How could Bry
not figure out what was going on, the only difference
between what happened to Bry and what was happening to Simon
was Bry was thinking he was going to be in charge.

   "Umm...listen sir?"

   "Call me `bear'.

   "Ok, Bear.  Listen I need to talk to Bry outside for a
moment."

   "If you want you can talk in my room."  Bear pointed
towards the back room, and I pulled Bry from the couch and
pushed him into walking.  As I walked past Simon I tried
looking into his eyes, but he just looked towards the floor.

   I shut the door, and tossed Bry onto the silk sheets.  We
looked around and noticed that even though this bed was big
enough for the two of them, Simon had just a small pillow
and blanket on the floor.  Above the bed was a mirror and
along the walls were mirrors, there was a closet door that
was somewhat open, so I walked over towards it and opened it
up.  The room was full of dildo's, whips, chains, and wires
connected to batteries.  I wondered if Bear used all these
SM toys on the little boy Simon?

   "Why the fuck you bring me in here, don't you know I
wanted to fuck Simon and get that big cock up my ass?"

   "Quite the fuck down, Bry.  Don't you know what's going
on?  Bear is doing the same thing to Simon as the old guy
was doing to you?"

   "Bullshit!  If the old guy had a cock the same size as
Bear, I would still be there."

   "Don't say that Bry, you are to good to be put thru
that."

   "Please?  I know that you want to fuck Simon, I can see
it in your pants."

   "Fine.  We will have some fun for a little, but our goal
is to get Simon out of here.  Are you with me on this?"

   "Yeah, now let me go and let me get fucked."

   We walked back out into the living room, where we found
Simon sitting on the couch, would some wires connected to
his cock ring and ball spreader.  He had a red ball gag in
his mouth, and his hands were cuffed to the back of the
couch.

   I grabbed Bry by the shoulder and stopped him from
walking, as Bear gave us a demented look and turned the
power onto the batteries.  Simon cringed and his cock sprang
to life and the electricity ran thru his 4 inches of
boyhood.  Simon looked over at us, and blinked a few times,
before Bear stopped the power.

   "Little shit told me he was tired and didn't want to show
you two a good time."

   "What the fuck Simon, don't you want to play with us?"
Bry asked as he started to take his clothes off.

   "Don't you want to join in?"  Bear asked as he looked at
me.

   "I think I would get in the way, I'll join in when I feel
like it."

   Bry was naked and started to jerk Simon's cock with his
hand, and was asking what the electricity did.  Bear asked
if he would like to try it on, to which he agreed.  Bear
pulled the wires off of Simon's cock, which brought a small
tear to his eyes.  It looked like a tear of joy, but then
looked like a tear of fear for Bry, as Bear's rough hands
wrapped the wires around his cock.

   "Now this will sting for a few seconds but then you will
get use to it."

   Bry was all smiles, but then he started to scream as the
power was turned on full blast.  His cock jumped to life,
and started to jerk up and down.  He grabbed a hold of the
couch, and threw his head back as there seem to be no end in
sight for the pain that this shaft was taking.  Bry screamed
that he stop, but Bear just kept it at full.  It finally
stopped, when the batteries died, and Bear said that he
would do it again as he started to switch them.

   "Holy fuck...that was the greatest!  Damn Chris, you
should try it out.  You are so lucky Simon, that you get to
do this all the time."

   "Actually Simon gets one added bonus to this.  You want
to try it out?"

   Bry agreed, and Bear pulled out his metal dildo that had
a wire connected to it, and the wire lead back towards the
group of batteries.  Bear ordered that Bry stand up and
spread his hole, as he started to insert the metal tube up
his hole.  He squirmed a little and then relaxed as Bear
told him it was in and he could sit back down.  Bear was on
sick fuck in my mind, and I knew that Simon was just another
play toy to him.

   Bear pulled another gag out of a bag, and placed it into
Bry's mouth.  "This was hurt a little more, but again the
pleasure outweighs it.  Are you ready?"

   Bry agreed, and within a blink of an eye Bry shot out of
his seat, as the metal tube was touching his prostate and
causing serious pain and pleasure to take control of him.
Bear just sat back, as he watched this beautiful young boy
scream.  His cock was at the breaking point and within just
10 seconds his cock exploded with globs of cum coming from
his cock.  The electricity had opened up all the doors for
his balls to release his cum, and with the continued current
there was not going to be any stopping.

   Bry turned around to face Simon, who was still chained,
as cum splattered all across his naked body.  Bry raised his
hips, as he aimed it towards his gagged mouth.  It was now
going on 30 seconds, with a medium amount of volts going
into his prostate and shaft of his cock.  Cum was still
spurting out of his cock, and he was having fun as he never
had this large about of cum shots coming out of him.

   I looked at my watch, and Bry now had that current going
into him for more than 60 seconds.  Bry had stopped cumming
20 seconds ago, but Bear still kept the current on.  He was
trying to say something, but the gag on his mouth, wasn't
helping him at all.  I looked over at Bear, who seemed to be
controlling something in a small remote in his hand.  Behind
him, was a small glass door that he always seemed to keep a
clear view of.  Shit, he probably had a video camera in
there and was filming my poor Bry, who now had tears rolling
down his face.

   "Turn it off Bear!"  I screamed at him.  Simon turned his
head as his eyes bugged out.

   "I'll turn it off when he learns who's in charge."

   "Turn it off, NOW!"  Bry was now on his knees trying to
reach behind to pull the metal dildo out of his ass.  His
cock was still twitching, from the volts, and drops of
precum were coming out of him.

   "He has to suck my cock first."  Bear said, as he spread
his massive legs.  Bry would do anything to stop this
torture, so he walked forward and started to lick the
massive mushroom head.

   Bry fell back onto his heels, as the fat body of Bear
crashed onto the floor.  Bry and Simon both looked at me, as
I held a baseball bat in my hand.  I dropped the bat and
quickly ran over to turn off the power to the cock torture.
Bry slumped to the floor as the volts in his body, finally
stopped.  He gasped for air, as I loosened the gag on his
mouth.

   "Muthafucka...damn that hurt like a biatch!"  Were the
first words out of his mouth.  He pulled the dildo out of
his ass, and tossed it at Bear's lifeless body.  Bry stood
up and spit on Bear's face.  I helped Bry up and we looked
over at the still chained and cuffed Simon.  "Should we
uncuff him, or do you think he's just like that fat
bastard?"

   "I'm not going to leave him like that.  Besides I told
you that my plan is to get him out of here."  I asked him
where the keys were at, and Simon pointed with his eyes.
The keys were hidden next to his phone.

   "Don't hurt me, mister.  Please, mister don't hurt me."
Simon pleaded to us.  "I'll do anything for you, mister."

   "Listen Simon, we are not going to hurt you.  We just
want to help you out."

   "Don't lie to me Chris, you are gonna hurt me!  Why else
would you come back to Mr. Bear's RV?"

   "We didn't know that you were in here.  We came back here
to have some fun."  Bry explained.

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   "What the fuck is going on here?"  His voice was slurred,
and he kept on blinking as to get his vision back in focus.
"Is anyone there?"  The guy could hear some whispers, but
couldn't make out the words.

   TTTHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!

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   "Guard!  Excuse me guard!"  The Royal guard turned
around, to look at me.  The guard was dress in a Victorian
style Red Barons guard outfit.

   "Commoners are not allowed upon the Royal grounds,
child."

   "But I need to ask you a question."  The guard allowed me
to continue.  "If I wanted to talk with the Queen what would
I have to do?"

   "You need to be in costume, and need some bigger guards
than the Queen's.  Now get out of her Majesty's gardens."

   I was now on a mission, actually two missions.  One is to
get into costume, and the second is to help out a new
friend.  The first part was easy, now that I had a full
array of costumes to choose from.  I ran back to the shop,
and hunted for the perfect outfit.  Once I was ready to go,
I grabbed some needed money for my plan to work.

   "Nice outfit Chris."

   "Thanks for coming you guys.  I really do appreciate it."
One good part of being friends with Av is he has other
F.B.I. friends.  I quickly gave them the story, on how the
guy had abducted Bry and while I was finding him, I found
this old guy who had Bry and this other kid locked up in his
RV.

   "Just point out the Motherfucker and we will kick his
ass, Chris."  One of the four agents spoke up.

   "NO!"  I explained that I wanted this guy to have
payback, but I wanted to have my payback first, for hurting
Bry.

   The agents agreed, and were rather excited to play along.

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   "MAKE WAY FOR THE PRINCE!  MAKE WAY!"  My guardsmen
screamed out.  The people on the streets moved off to the
sides, like they normally would, thinking that his was just
another part of the Ren Fest.  The agents looked rather nice
in their guardsmen costumes, and played their part well to
keep the `commoners' away from me.

   "MAKE WAY!  MAKE WAY FOR THE PRINCE!"  The other vendors
and actors, also thought this was part of the Fest, so they
bowed to me as I walked past.  The tough part was coming up,
as we entered the Royal courtyard and encountered Her Royal
booth.

   "What the fuck is going on here?  We don't have a Prince
at this years Fest?"  The head guard spoke up.  But true to
my guardsmen's part, they pushed him aside and led me up the
stairs, where I came face to face with the Queen.

   "Your Majesty.  Please forgive my intrusion, but I have
traveled many a miles, to speak with you on a much urgent
mission."

   "Chris is that you?"

   "Holy shit...Amber?"

   For the next 10 minutes an ex-girlfriend and I got caught
up, and I told her of my master plan of revenge.

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   The trumpets sounded, as it was the signal that the Queen
was going to make a speech to her, loyal subjects.  The
crowds gathered as the Queen and I stood up to address them.
"My loyal subjects.  We have a traitor in our kingdom.
Guards, bring out the accused."

   The crowd, who thought this was all part of the show,
hissed and shouted at this fat old man who came out with a
black blindfold on him.  Followed behind him was Bry and
Simon, as the kicked the guy in the ass to keep him moving.
My guards took control of the man, who led him into the
adjacent jousting arena, which we overlooked.

   Bry and Simon joined me up in the booth, and I asked them
if everything was set.  They shook their heads, and wondered
if I really know what I was doing when I tore about the
remote and the cock torture device.

   The trumpets sounded, and the Queen spoke, "As your
punishment for being a traitor, you are to be dunked, as
done with the crime for being a witch."  The crowd again,
hissed and booed at the fat bastard, as the dunking tank was
pulled out.  Bear's eyes bugged out, as he knew what we had
done to him.

   While he was out cold, I tore apart the metal dildo and
some remotes to make the metal dildo a wireless metal dildo.
As an added bonus I chalked it full of batteries, so when it
was turned on and made contact with water, it would give him
100 times the amount of pain he had caused my Bry.

   The man pleaded to be released, but my guards tore the
blindfold off of him, and turned it into a gag.  They raised
him up and placed him on the wooded seat, a few feet above
the water.  The Queen raised her hands, and the guards
pulled down the lever and Bear splashed into the water.  As
the water made contact with the metal dildo lodged into his
ass, with an inch extending out, Bear thrashed in the water
as the batteries started to overload and cause hundreds of
volts of electricity to zap his prostate.

   The crowd applauded as the trial ended with the accused.
I thanked my guardsmen, and paid them some money that I
stole from Bear.  They changed out of their costumes and put
on their suits and played their normal lives as F.B.I.
agents.  They called in backup, and within minutes the
Bureau had sectioned off Bear's shop and RV as they took him
into custody for kidnapping and other various crimes.

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   I fucking hate flying.  If I could without one thing in
my life, it would be not to fly.  I guess its just the
feeling of your stomach being pushed back as the plane lifts
off at such a high rate of speed.

   Once we were in the air, I connected my laptop and
started to figure out what I was suppose to do in Boston.
Who was this guy that the Bishop wanted me to meet up with?
Why would I have to go to a Catholic youth convention?

   I got up out of my seat, started to walk around.  The
flight attendant was correct, when she said that there were
only two other people in first class, so I made my way back
into the coach section.  It looked like a third world
country, with about a hundred people packed into the cramped
seats.  I scanned the seats for anyone to talk to, and bring
them up to the safety of first class.

   I finally found him, sitting in between two old people.
From the look of it, I could tell that were not his
grandparents.  The kid looked at me, who was wearing a
Boston Kid Convention shirt on him, that I knew I could get
some information from the boy.  The kid smiled at me, and I
smiled back at the boy and waved him towards the front of
the plane.  This would be a decision I wish I could take
back, but wouldn't know about until the very end.   To be
continued...

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   This goes out to the fat guy that did email me his naked
pics.  I asked you very nicely to leave me alone, but you
wouldn't let me.  So you get your ass electrocuted in my
story.