Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2008 16:15:42 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Chapter Seventy-Four

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Chapter Seventy-Four: Brad's Idol

When you're a kid, things you want to happen take forever; things you don't
want to happen, happen instantly.  The last week with Uncle Ray was
starting.  I was sad, but I promised myself that I would not let it show.
I would force myself to smile.  I would force myself to laugh.  I would
force myself not to cry.  The promise was as much to keep me going as it
was to do the right thing by him.  It was a struggle, and not only just for
me.

Larry's parents were divorced before he was old enough to start school.
Before they were divorced, they were separated.  Larry told me his dad left
before he even started kindergarten.  After the divorce, his mom packed
everything up and they moved far enough away that it wasn't easy for his
dad to get to where they were for visits.  As a result, Larry had minimal
contact with his dad, or any male figure in his life, for a long time.
Larry's primary influence was Kathy and his older sister, Laura.  Larry
claimed that Laura told him the reason Kathy moved them away, and the
reason for the divorce, was that their dad had chosen to lead a gay life
style.  Kathy didn't want the influence on her son.

Larry and I talked on the way home from school on Monday.  Donny was with
us, but after the past few weeks and particularly the weekend, we had no
secrets.  That's when Larry told me how much the past two and a half months
with Uncle Ray meant to him.  Uncle Ray didn't judge him; he was accepted
for the way he was and could just be himself.

"I'm gay, and we all know it," Larry stated calmly and as a simple fact.
"Uncle Ray never tried to get me ta be somethin' else.  The only thing I
feel bad about is you got your butt kicked by that bully."

"Don't worry about it," I told him, not wanting him to feel bad.  I wasn't
the great hero and part of what I did was in my own self interest.  We were
step-brothers and if I didn't stand up for Larry, then he'd wind up
getting' hurt two or three times every week.  Not only that, but I'd hear
about havin' a fag for a brother and never get any peace.  For both of our
sakes, I had to kick some butt or at least let them know there would be a
price to pay for riding either of us.  Self preservation on the kid level.

"Brad, you know your dad don't like me.  He hates gays.  He says I'm a
flamer."

"Well, guess what, we're both in the same boat.  Both of us done things
this weekend he'd probably kill both of us over.  Then if he knew what you
and Ben did and about Ben's brothers, plus what I like ta do with Uncle
Ray, he'd probably kill us all and then disown us."

"What?  He can't do that!" Larry sounded shocked.  "How do you disown
somebody ya already killed?"  I hoped he was kidding.  Donny and I just
laughed.

When we got inside we kicked off our shoes and lost the shirts.  Larry came
out naked, but I kept my jeans on.  There wasn't any particular reason and
it was unusual, especially for me.  I had more important things on my mind
and didn't want to risk getting into sex games.  The part I didn't tell
anybody was that my butt was still feeling some of the effects of the butt
pounding I enjoyed the night before.  I also checked the nuggets that
morning and I was willing to bet they were more blue than pink.

Donny had a disc of pictures his dad downloaded from their camera.  I was a
little surprised to see pictures from that weekend; but not that surprised.
All three of us were in some of them. Some showed just Larry and some were
a mix.  My favorites were three pictures of Uncle Ray and me on Pony.  I
could tell from the shadows and the way we looked that he took them when we
left and when we came back.  Both ways, I had allowed myself to pretty much
melt into Uncle Ray and he was holding me.

We found several pictures we thought would be good for the album.  Larry
thought we should just put the pictures we picked out on a disc and give it
to Uncle Ray like that.  No way.  I wanted it to be something we created
with our time, our minds, our hands, and, most importantly, our hearts.
Shuffling through pictures we realized pretty quickly almost all of them
showed us naked.  Common sense told us he wouldn't be sharing those
pictures, nor would he blow them up and frame them to hang them on a wall.
It was decided that as soon as we got home the next day we would take some
group pictures with all of us fully clothed.  I also wanted to talk to Todd
and Nancy about getting them in the group picture.

Shortly after Donny left, Uncle Ray got home.  He was early.  Larry and I
had to hurry to hide what we were doing.  Leave it to an adult to almost
mess up some good plans to surprise them.

"Hey, guys.  What's up?"

"Uuuhhh, nothin'," was my brilliant answer; then I tried being honest.
"Donny was here and just left.  We were goin' ta do our homework."  The
truth does work sometimes, even when it isn't exactly the truth at the
time.  I didn't have any homework.

"Looks like you two haven't been home long.  Big afternoon?"

"Why d'ya say that?"  I did it again; I should have left it alone.

"Because you are still partially dressed.  Do you know how many times I've
come home from work and not found both of you butt naked?"

"Well, if it makes you feel better, I can solve that problem."  I proceeded
to do a strip tease, dancing and all the moves.  I was rewarded for my
efforts, too.

POP!!

"Hey!!  I didn't deserve that!" I mockingly protested.  "How come you
popped my butt?"  It was really more of a love pat, but I played it.

"Because my instincts say you, both of you, are up to something.  Besides,
I love ya."

I just shook my head, picked up my clothes and got my little naked self
down the hall.

If our actions before dinner made him suspicious, then what we did after
dinner had to set off every alarm he had.  After Larry and I cleaned the
kitchen, without any smart remarks or protests about how many pots and pans
he always messed up, we settled down in his big chair with him.  Larry sat
on one side and leaned into him while I kind of lay half way down with my
head on his stomach.  Worse than that, we behaved.  We didn't pick at each
other and neither of us played with him or any of his parts.  After a few
minutes, he said he'd had enough.

"Okay guys, that's enough.  Larry, you sit up here on this arm, and Brad,
you sit over here on this one."  We didn't know what he was talking about.
We were actually being good.  He looked at each of us and took a deep
breath.

"Listen, I appreciate the fact that this is the last week and the two of
you aren't very happy about that; neither am I.  If I had my way neither of
you would ever get any older and neither of you would ever live anywhere
else.  But, we all know that can't happen, right?"  He looked at us and to
hear the truth really hurt; it hurt deep.

"It's not like you're moving across the country.  You'll only be a couple
of streets up the road and I'll be right here.  Both of you should know
that you can come over any time you want to.  You do know that don't you?"
We both nodded and whispered our acknowledgement.

"Then, let's make a pact right now to do our best to enjoy this last week
together.  When you two start acting like little angels, you really worry
me and I can't afford the grey hair; I'm way too young."  He tried to make
us smile, and we did, a little.  "Don't you have a Halloween dance coming
up?  What do you two plan on dressing up as?"

He was doing everything he could to make it easy on us.  I didn't answer
him; I couldn't.  All I could do was look at him and then, suddenly, I lost
control.  I lost control and that made me pissed off with myself.  After
giving him a quick hug I had to run down the hall.  I heard Larry running
right behind me.  Boys don't like for anyone to see them when they cry.
Uncle Ray gave us our privacy.

Later, and I don't know how much later, I felt the bed shake and his hands
were under my arms.  I had fallen asleep and he let me sleep.  He pulled me
up and I settled into my nest.  Like I had done for always, I leaned up and
kissed him on the cheek before going back to sleep.

                                                 ****

I talked to Nancy at the bus-stop and let her know what we wanted to do
about pictures.  Todd was at school and I talked with him, too. Both said
they would come home with us.  Todd also said he thought his dad had
pictures of us all working this past summer and he would ask his dad to
download some and bring them to school the next day.  Our first goal had to
be to make it through that day; and it was a looooooonnng day.

The weather stayed perfect and we were able to get a number of pictures of
all of us, individually and in various combinations.  While we were taking
the pictures I couldn't help but watch Nancy, just as I had almost every
day since all of us went to the camp and we saw each other naked for the
first time.  I still thought she had a real nice set of boobs.  I didn't
dare stare or look too much at school or around the bus stop because almost
every time I went into an embarrassing posture.  One of the neighbors was
even nice enough to come out and take a picture of all of us together.

Nancy headed home when it was over and the guys went inside with me to look
at the pictures on the computer.  I really caught it when one of the
pictures showed me standing next to Nancy.  She had her hand on my butt and
there was no way to interpret what I was doing.  Another few inches, at
least that's what it looked like, and I would have had my mouth all over
her boob.  I didn't remember her holding my butt, though.  The guys were
still needling me and having a good time when we were interrupted.

"Hey, fellas.  What's up?"  Uncle Ray was home and the pictures were up!  I
panicked and stumbled through the exit.  It took me five tries to clear the
screen.

"Okay, somebody care to clue me in on what's going on?"  God, he was
suspicious.  "I come home two days in a row and my resident nudists are
still dressed.  Not only that, but their best friend who would almost
rather take a beating than keep clothes on is here and still fully
clothed."

"We were just lookin' at some pictures," I volunteered, very quickly.  "We
thought maybe you had some from us this summer that we could show my dad
and Kathy."

"Really."  He didn't sound convinced.  "If I had pictures of the three of
you together they'd be from camp.  Want your parents to see those?"

"Nooooo!!"  Larry hollered real loud and real fast.  Then we were saved.

"Hey, Mr. Ray."  Todd greeted him cheerfully, and saved our butts.  "What's
up?"

"That's what I'm trying to find out."  Todd was really confused then.
"Okay guys, I have a feelin' nobody's going to volunteer anything right
now, so, how about some barbeque?"

He just asked four teenage boys if they wanted to put something in their
stomachs.  He also knew the answer.  A couple of quick phone calls home for
Donny and Todd and we were off.  At least with them along, Uncle Ray
wouldn't keep trying to pry information out of us about what we were
planning.

"Everybody going to the school dance this weekend?"  Uncle Ray asked,
trying to be sociable.  We just shrugged our shoulders.

"Okay, guys, open up.  I thought this dance was a big deal at school."

"It is, kinda, Mr. Ray," Todd answered.  "Problem with it all is the older
students think they should control everything.  They also give us a hard
time if we come in costumes; they say it's dorky."

"Oh, I see. So, some of the older students act like jerks, and you four are
willing to let them screw up a good time for you.  I get that right?" I
just took a deep breath.  I knew 'the talk' was on its way.

"It's not just that, Uncle Ray," I piped in real quick to avoid 'the talk'.
"We don't know what kind of costumes ta wear.  We don't want ta embarrass
ourselves."

"I know what you can do," Larry said looking right at me.  "Do your rock'n
roll routine.  You know, the guy that comes out sliding on the floor in his
underwear."  To make matters worse, Donny and Todd piped in, encouraging
the idea.

"No way!  Uh-uh, no way am I gonna be walkin' around the gym in socks and
my underwear!  For . . .get . . . it! . . . .Final! . . .UH-UH!"  Everyone
laughed but me.

"Brad, ya know they got a talent contest goin' too.  You can wear jeans and
then when they do the talent thing you can lip sing like you did for Uncle
Ray."  That last remark got Todd going.  He didn't know about that little
show I put on for Uncle Ray.

"Thanks, Lar," I said sarcastically.  "I know, I'll go as Tom Cruise and do
my show and you go as a drag queen.  How's that?"

"Alright, sounds cool ta me," He responded while I tried not to choke on my
drink.  Donny and Todd were still having a good time.

"Okay, laughing boys," Uncle Ray stared straight at Donny and Todd, "what
are you two going to dress as?"  Now it was our turn to laugh while Uncle
Ray put them on the spot; and he was good at it.  Unfortunately, or
fortunately for them, the food came.  Teenage boys don't talk or joke
around when they have something serious to do, like eat.  Sex helps keep
their minds focused, too; so long as they have a full stomach, that is.

We dropped Donny and Todd off on our way home and prayed Uncle Ray didn't
pursue his questions about what we were up to.  Instead, he kept on asking
us about the dance.

"Larry," Uncle Ray sounded a little hesitant, "I'm betting that you were
kidding, but just in case, you were kidding about dressing as a drag queen,
right?"  Quickly, I elbowed Larry and motioned for him to go with it.

"Why?" Larry answered ever so innocently; it was almost an Oscar
performance.  "I think I'd look pretty good in a nice gown with those shiny
thingies and a wig.  I could get some fake jewelry, too.  Bet I'd be good
enough most of the people wouldn't even know it was me."  We sat in the
back seat elbowing each other and trying to keep Uncle Ray from catching
us.

"Larry," Uncle Ray sounded real serious this time.  "Maybe you should think
about this a little bit.  Kids can be a little cruel sometimes should they
discover it's you.  You sure you want to put up with the consequences?"  We
were having a good time until Larry snickered one time too many.  I could
tell by his expression that Uncle Ray had figured it out.

"On the other hand, I know of a store that sells second hand evening gowns
and cocktail dresses.  Maybe I'll take you down tomorrow for a fitting."  I
rolled in the floor and Larry looked shocked.  Uncle Ray was sitting up
front, smiling, while Larry tried to figure out if he was serious.

                                                 ****

It wasn't often that the three of us shared the big tub, but that night was
one of the exceptions.  Normally, I liked to share the tub with Uncle Ray.
With just the two of us, he always pampered me and I never hesitated to
soak up as much as I could.  Tonight was different.  Larry and I talked at
school, with Donny kind of pushing us after we told him what happened the
previous night, and decided we needed to pamper Uncle Ray.

We filled the tub and turned the jets on.  There was plenty of room most of
the time, but a third person made it a little crowded.  Uncle Ray sat in
the tub and looked at us like he wasn't too sure about what was happening.

"Uncle Ray, don't look at us like that." I admonished him.  "We're tryin'
ta be nice.  We just thought that since we kinda screwed last night up, we
wanted ta give you some attention this time."

"Yeah," Larry added, "we're gonna pamper you this time and give you a bath
and shampoo."

Uncle Ray still didn't look totally convinced that we weren't up to
something, but he leaned back.  It was still a little crowded so I got him
to scoot up and I climbed down behind him, wrapping my legs around him.  I
had to smile remembering how I liked to sit in his lap this way, Larry too,
and ride the pony.  Then, I admonished myself, we were not supposed to be
thinking like that; this night was for Uncle Ray.

After Larry poured shampoo over Uncle Ray's head, I worked on his hair
while Larry used the wash cloth on him.  I let my hands drop off his head
and used the shampoo to clean Uncle Ray's back with my hands.  I wasn't
bashful, but I didn't play games either when I let my hands slide down to
his butt and into his crack.  He went totally limp on us and decided to
play games.  He fell backwards on me and when I pushed him up, he kept
going and fell on Larry.  I didn't know he weighed so much.

The whole bath scene wasn't totally innocent, but it wasn't just me and
Larry doing the goofing off, either.  Uncle Ray managed to do his share of
picking at us, playing grab-ass and grabbing other parts too.  Somewhere
along the way, Uncle Ray managed to get the shampoo poured on us and
everybody managed to wind up washing everybody else.  It was kind of messy,
too.  It took five towels to soak up all the water we managed to splash on
the floor.  Larry and I got to do the cleanup.  Uncle Ray told us he
thought we might need some time together; we were both sporting boners
after all the fooling around.  Uncle Ray went to the family room and I
heard the familiar whoosh sound when the fireplace comes on.

"Now remember, Larry, tonight we are going to be good.  We will just sit
next to him and maybe lean into him, but no playin' around.  We're supposed
ta be just affectionate tonight."

"Tonight?  Does that mean we get to attack him and fuck around tomorrow
night?"  I just rolled my eyes.  "What're we supposed ta do about our
problems tonight?"

"Forget about it and it'll go away.  We're tryin' ta be nice ta him,
remember?  Pretend you're at school and the teacher won't give you a pass
to the bathroom."

My ears hadn't failed me; there was a fire in the fireplace.  Also, Uncle
Ray was sitting on the sofa, rather than his chair which made things
easier.  Larry sat on one side and wrapped Uncle Ray's arm around himself.
I sat on the other with his arm around me while we watched some television.
After a few minutes, I curled up on the sofa and lay my head in his lap.
My problem hadn't gone away like it was supposed to and him rubbing my back
and side didn't help.  Finally, I excused my-self and headed to the
bathroom.  A quick glance told me Larry had the same problem.  I was also
willing to bet that Uncle Ray knew it.

I really did have to go to the bathroom, so I wasn't fibbing.  When I
reached the point I was normally ready to leave the bathroom, I still had
the problem.  I had to think for a minute and knew what I needed to do.  I
crept out and got Larry's attention.  He slipped away from Uncle Ray, but
there was no way that Uncle Ray wasn't putting all this together.  Larry
still had his problem too.

"Lar, we got ta change our plans.  Man, I am waaayyyy too horny to just lay
my head in his lap and let him rub my back.  Besides, I think he's been
rubbing me knowing he'd get me turned on.  You in?"  That was a dumb
question.

He grinned like a Cheshire cat and we both rushed to clean ourselves.  He
filled me while he sat on the toilet emptying himself and we just kept
rotating until we reached our goal.  Soon, we walked out, innocently.  As
we approached Uncle Ray he just looked at us and got that strange look of
his that pretty much said he wondered how long it was going to take us to
reach that particular point.  I climbed up and straddled one leg while
Larry straddled the other.  Then I bent over and kissed him on the neck.

"Hey," I said, laying my head on his shoulder.  "We got a problem," I added
as Larry duplicated my kiss on the other side.

"We?"

"Yeah," I pretty much giggled back to him and added as I again kissed him
on the neck and stuck my tongue in his ear, "horny toad."

I expected him to answer me, but he didn't.  Instead, he reached down and
grabbed both of us under our butt.  Before we realized what was happening,
he started to stand up and we had to grab hold of an arm, his head, or
anything else available to keep from falling.  When he stood he tossed us
up a little and carried us over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.  I
don't know who screamed the loudest, me or Larry.  Using the remotes, he
turned everything off and carried us down the hall.  We bounced as he
tossed us on the bed.  He just stood there grinning at us.

"I wondered how long it was going to take the two of you to come up with
something."

"Uncle Ray, honest, it wasn't supposed ta be like this.  We wanted ta be
good to you and do somethin' nice for you.  It's just that, well, with all
the grabbin' and playin' in the tub, and it's been two days since we got
relief!  You know how it is, we're just young teenagers and our bodies just
kinda . . .AAAAGGGGHHHHH" I cried out as he grabbed my whole package and
squeezed.  Larry didn't do any better.  We were at his mercy.

"Poor babies," he said, "so mistreated and made to suffer so much."

"Nooo, Uncle Ray," I pleaded, "my balls . . . don't crush 'em . . . ohhh
gaaahhhddd .  .stop! . . .ohhhhh . . .careful!  careful! . . . .ohhhh
jeeeeezzzz . .Lar, help me . ."  I cried out between the giggle fits.  He
finally let go and put the claw on both of us.  Neither one of us got a
break, he took both of us on at the same time.  He didn't stop until we
gasped for breath and were drooling all over ourselves.

"That wasn't fair!" I exclaimed as I jumped up and grabbed his pole in one
hand and his sac in the other, and pulled.  When he landed on the bed,
Larry and I both climbed on top; each of us holding down an arm.  He could
easily have tossed us off, but he didn't; at least not right away.  It was
fun time.

Larry looked at me and I smiled; he followed my lead as I attacked Uncle
Ray's body.  Nothing was off limits as I worked on his neck and ears.  As I
nibbled my way around his neck, I slipped up for a deep kiss and held it.
That was the only thing Larry didn't follow.  I lost myself in his feel,
his taste and his smell.  When I suckled the nipple, I just wanted to stay
there forever.  While I suckled, his finger traveled up and down my crack.
Occasionally, his finger came out and it felt like a hundred little ant
bites over my butt cheeks as he pinched me.  I squirmed and moaned.  I
couldn't get enough of him; I couldn't give him enough of me.  I wanted to
melt into him so bad.

Larry squirmed and squealed worse than me.  He panted and the look on his
face was pleading for more.  Uncle Ray didn't disappoint him, either.  I
could tell when Uncle Ray's finger entered Larry's treasure hole.  The
expression on his face said he had died and gone to heaven.  Larry pushed
and pumped backwards, trying to get Uncle Ray to penetrate deeper and
harder.  I didn't waste any time doing the same thing.  Suddenly, I felt
his fingers come out and he sat up and leaned over me.  The next thing
Larry and I knew, Uncle Ray had stretched our arms over our heads and put
wrist cuffs on us.  The chain between the cuffs ran through the headboard.
Uncle Ray sat back on his ankles and just looked at us, smiling.

"Now, my horny and oversexed boys, what do you think you can do from
there?"

"Uncle Ray, what are you doin?"  Half concerned, but really excited.

"With the two of you trying to tackle me, I had to get some control
somehow.  I think I did a pretty good job; what do you think?"

"I don't know, pamper me some and I'll let you know."  I answered.  His
response was to attack us again with the claw.

We yelled and we screamed.  We begged for mercy, but he knew we really
didn't want any.  His fingers dug into our abs and the deeper he dug, the
louder we hollered and laughed.  He worked his way down and ran his
finger-nails up and down the back and inside of our thighs.  Giggles turned
into gasps of passion as he moved from one nip to another, tongue bathing
and nibbling.  We begged for him to let us loose; he just smiled and kept
attacking our bodies while we begged for more.

A warm hand enclosed my package and I thrust my hips into his palm.  Larry
was almost delirious from the pleasure he felt; I was lost in my own world.
Moist warmth surrounded my pole as I heard Larry gasp.  The way he exhaled
and moaned I knew Uncle Ray had penetrated his hole once more.  I could see
Uncle Ray's arm and hand moving and could hear Larry whimper worse than a
wet puppy.  Soon my boyhood stood alone and I felt what had Larry
whimpering so badly.  There were at least two fingers in me and each had
found my magic spot.

When did he release the cuffs?  I never felt him do it, nor did I feel his
fingers leave me.  I remembered placing my hands on his head, holding a
fistful of hair.  I squirmed and whimpered, pulling him into me, humping my
body into him.  Larry and I bumped into each other.  A hand held and
twisted a nipple, I cried out my pleasure.  I returned the favor to him.
We were two boys lost in a world of teenage lust.  Again, my pole was
surrounded in warmth.  This time, he tried sucking my nuggets through my
pole.  The sac pulled against my body, and with one last plunge on my magic
spot, with a terrific suction pulling me inside out, I exploded in orgasmic
relief.  Trying to catch my breath, I heard Larry scream, and knew he had
entered my world.

When I regained my senses, I lay in my nest with Uncle Ray's arm around my
shoulders, cupping a cheek.  I looked over and saw Larry's breathing
returning to normal.  Uncle Ray also held him close and whispered to both
of us to settle down.  I looked up at him and smiled; then I gave him a
little kiss on his chin.

"Okay, boys, when you settle down and can talk a minute, I want to ask a
favor."

We didn't say anything, we didn't need to.  When we had our breaths back we
just looked up at him.  Whatever he wanted, we would give.  We were ready
to attack and try to give him as much pleasure as he had just given us.
That wasn't what he had in mind.  We lay on the bed, in his arms, and
talked.

"We all know that it's been a lot of fun, but we only have a few days left.
I don't mean to put a damper on things for you guys, but I do want to ask a
favor.  I wouldn't trade the past several weeks with you two for anything.
It's been a blast for me and I hope you guys have enjoyed it too, but it'll
soon be time to return to reality."

"What do you mean by reality?" I asked.

"I mean that you guys have been allowed to pretty much function in a way
that you know you won't be able to do back home with your parents.
Somehow, I really don't see your dad letting you run around naked all the
time.  Can you imagine how he would react if he knew what Ben and Larry did
when Ben spent the night here or Larry went there?"

"We'd be dead," was Larry's simple conclusion.

"Let's face it, boys, I've allowed both of you to live in your own fantasy
world.  I've let you live the way you'd want to if it was your choice.  I'm
not complaining and I hope you both had a good time, but when the time
comes for you to go back, I do have a favor to ask.  For your sakes and
mine, remember where you are and what the rules are.  Your parents are
going to want you to stay close to home for a little while, so don't be
surprised if you want to come over here or stay overnight with a friend and
they don't let you.  Remember, they are parents and when kids have been
away for a while, parents have a tendency to become a little possessive.
They'll get over it in time."

"Uncle Ray," I sat up, "are you sayin' they won't let us come over here?"

"Probably not for a while, kiddo, and I want you boys to be patient.  We'll
see one another and talk, but it may take a while before your dad is
willing to let go.  Just be patient with him and remember how generous he's
been these past several weeks.  In the meantime, remember that we still
have a few days; let's make the most of them.  Now, can I assume that both
of you plan on going to the dance Friday night?"

Neither one of us said anything; we couldn't without letting Uncle Ray know
we were on the verge of losing it.  Both of us just shrugged our shoulders.
There was just enough moonlight in the room that we could see one another.
I looked at Larry and saw the tear running down his cheek; it was the twin
to the one running down my cheek.  Uncle Ray hugged us both.  As I held him
tight, I could feel his finger tips gently scratch my butt.

End Ch Seventy-Four

To Be Continued; comments welcome, contact Dwight Wilson at
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