Date: Sat, 2 Jun 2007 19:48:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "The Church of the Holy Seed"  Chapter 5

THE CHURCH OF THE HOLY SEED

Chapter 5


The two weeks of so-called father and son bonding at Fellowship Camp
finally came to an end.  I say finally because I have to be honest.  I'm
not sure whether or not there can actually be too much of a good thing, as
the maxim goes, but I declare I couldn't take much more of the constant,
never-ending orgasmic delights that were offered.  Of course I loved it,
bonding sexually, not only with my son Ricky, but also with all the other
fathers' sons---and their fathers.  I ingested so much boy cum and father
cum, both down my throat and up my ass, that I was beginning to get
diarrhea.  The worst of that was that Father Bruce insisted he loved
fucking a wet shitty hole.  This turned me off big-time, even though he was
arguably the best cocksucker I've ever known.  Ricky agreed with me on that
point.

Even a full week after we left the camp, my asshole was still burning.
Ricky and I inspected each other's assholes, and they were pretty red and
swollen.  I was turned on by the sight of Ricky's asshole.  The rim of it
was pushed out and quivering as though it were still pleading for a cock to
enter it.  That boy sure did take a liking to getting cock-fucked.  The
bigger the better.  That's my boy!

On the Saturday following our return home, Ricky and I paid a visit to
Father John at the church.  I wanted to put Ricky's name on the list of
boys to be confirmed in the church during the next confirmation ceremony.
We had to wait a few minutes in the ante-room since we were told Father
John was busy in his office "counseling" a new parishioner.  We soon heard
someone screaming, "Oh God, Oh sweet Jesus!" coming from inside.

The clerk at the desk looked up and said, "Father John does have a
miraculous way of making believers out of non-believers."

At that moment, I noticed a stirring under the clerk's desk.  The clerk
looked down and said, "Suck it harder, sweetheart."

Just as the clerk threw his head back and growled, a young teenager burst
out of the office with his shirt unbuttoned and his pants unzipped.  He
looked crazed and stumbled out the front door.  Father John, dressed in his
clerical robe, stepped out and extended his hand.

"So glad to see you, Roger.  And you, too, my sweet little Ricky.  Please
come in and have a seat."

The office smelled of sex.  The air was moist and heavy.  Draped over the
back of my chair was a wet towel, reeking of the odor of fresh cum.  Father
John took the towel and pressed it to his face.

"Mmmm.  Lovely," he murmured.

"That young man who just left," Father John said, "came by because he felt
the grace of God slipping away from him.  He came to me on his knees,
begging me to infuse him with some of my holy sperm.  I will never turn
away from a brother in need."

"How did he take it?" I asked.  "Did he suck your cock or take it up his
ass."

"Please, Roger.  This is a holy place.  How many times have I told you that
street language has no place in this sanctuary?"

I leaned back in my chair.  I'd had about enough of this man's pious
utterings.

"Come on, Father John.  Come clean.  Let's not pretend anymore.  You like
to suck cock, and you like to fuck.  Right?  That's what this so-called
church is all about, isn't it?"

"I'm shocked that you would say such a thing."  Father John lifted his chin
and looked down his nose at me.  "You're blasphemous."

"Okay, John," I said.  "Let's drop the charade.  For two weeks out there
you were licking and sucking on assholes, running your tongue over those
boys' pretty little bodies.  That didn't have anything to do with sperm.
More than once when I saw a cute little boy fucking you, you were
screaming, "Fuck me hard, boy!  Ram that mother-fucker deep!"

Ricky spoke up.  "Yeah, when you were kissing me, you had your tongue down
my throat so deep I almost gagged."

Father John picked up his paper weight shaped like an oversized cock and
balls and kissed it several times.  He spoke quietly and calmly.

"Have you spoken of this to anyone else?"

"No, of course not," I said.  "But I think it couldn't help but be obvious
to others."

"I would appreciate your not voicing your opinion to others in the
congregation."

"It's not just my opinion, Father John.  It's a fact, isn't it?"

Father John rose and faced the huge sculpture of a penis and a low-hanging
ball sack on the wall behind his desk.

"I'm driven, Brother Thompson.  Without sex in my life, I have no life.
When I am being fucked, the world around me takes on a heavenly beauty.
When I have a hard, blazing cock in my mouth, I hear Angels singing.  A
boy's hot, thick cum in my mouth is like ambrosia, the food of the Gods.
When I feel a little boy's asshole clamping down on my hard cock, I go into
an indescribable state of sexual frenzy."

Turning back to me, his eyes quivered like a madman.  "All right.  I'll
tell you.  I'm an addict.  I need sex of every perverse kind to keep me
alive.  These sweet boys, the taste of their sweet bodies on my tongue,
keep me from going mad."

"You are mad," I said.

Father John lowered himself slowly into his desk chair and looked into my
eyes.  "Can I trust you, Brother Thompson?"

"Of course," I said.  "I won't unmask you.  Have your fun, if you must.
But if you ever hurt any of these boys . . . ."

"My business is not to hurt or abuse any boy.  I don't think any boy who
has had contact with me has ever had anything but a wonderful experience.
Am I right, Ricky."

"You're a good fuck, Father John," Ricky said.  "But you do still believe
that sperm should be worshiped and that it is a gift from God, don't you?"

I knew Ricky believed all the crap about sperm that the old fraud was
spouting out, and I saw no reason to disabuse him of that belief.  I nodded
to Father John to agree with Ricky.

Father John said, "I've taken much of your sperm into my body, Ricky, and
it has made me glow with the grace of God.  And I hope all the sperm I put
into your body has done the same."

"Oh yes, Father John.  It was wonderful."

He looked at me with a pleading expression in his eyes.  "Now, Brother
Thompson, I do hope we understand each other.  And I trust we will keep our
little secret strictly between us."

"Oh yes, indeed.  I don't intend ever to see an end to the enjoyment I've
experienced as a member of your flock."

Just then, the clerk stepped in, his flaccid penis still dangling out of
his fly.  "Father John, there is a lovely young man and his son here to see
you.  His name is Rod Waters."

"Oh, how delightful.  Show him in."

When Waters stepped in, Father John took his hand in both of his.  "Why,
you're that sweet young Sheriff's deputy we got to know so well at camp. I
shall never forget those lovely full lips of yours, covered with God's
sperm.  You are truly a child of God."  Looking down at the boy, he said,
"And who is this adorable little fellow?"

"This is my son, Jesse.  I've been so eager to see you, Father John.  Jesse
and I want to join the church.  I've decided I want to dedicate my life to
worshipping the sperm that God gave us.  I've talked with Jesse about it,
and he wants to join, too.  He's twelve years old now, and I think he's
ready to worship sperm with me."

Father John knelt down before Jesse and put his hands on the boy's cheeks.
"Such soft, tender skin you have.  Are you sure you want to join our
church.  Has your daddy told you all about it?"

"Oh yes," Jesse said with a wide smile.  "He told me all about how we come
into great favor with God when we give our sperm to others and also take
sperm into our own bodies."

"Have you produced sperm yourself, Jesse?"

Rod Waters spoke up.  "Oh, yes.  He knows how to masturbate and produces a
nice quantity.  After I returned from camp, I talked with him and we
masturbated together.  We have even tasted each other's sperm.  He agrees
that the wave of holiness that sweeps through our bodies is wonderful."

"That's lovely, Jesse," Father John said.  "We'll welcome you to our
confirmation ceremony next Sunday.  Your father hasn't gone through the
formal ceremony, but I'm going to consider him a member anyway since, while
at camp, he was able to give his sperm to all our priests, who in turn, had
all given him their sperm---many times over, as I remember."

I sat and looked at Rod Waters and his little boy.  I remembered the
wonderful times I had with Waters when his beautiful cock was either up my
ass or deep into my mouth.  His sperm was so sweet.  The press of his
beautiful warm skin against mine almost made me cry.

Ricky was never one to stand on ceremony and took Waters' arm and ran his
tongue over its soft hair.  He pressed his hand against the Deputy's bulge.
Waters leaned over and kissed Ricky on the mouth.

"Now, Jesse," Father John said," there is just one small ceremony we must
do here in the office before you leave.  You see the large sculpted penis
and scrotum on the wall behind me?  They symbolize our worship of sperm.  I
need to see your penis and scrotum so I can bestow upon them my initial
blessings.  If you'll please take off your clothes."

"All of them?"

"Oh, yes.  You must stand before me in the nakedness in which God created
you."

Jesse removed all his clothes, revealing a young pre-teenager's body of
great beauty, with a well-proportioned muscle structure.  His body had only
a light dusting of hair on it, but his bush of dark pubic hair was
enormous.  The sight was almost more than I could stand.  Ricky and I
looked at each other and smiled as we patted each other's bulges.  We both
knew we had to have this gorgeous bundle of pubescence.

Jesse had a good solid hard-on, and from it hung a long elastic string of
pre-cum.  With his right hand, he slowly stroked it.

"Oh no, don't stroke it," Father John said.  He let his robe slip off his
shoulders and fall to the floor, revealing his own naked body, punctuated
by his enormous hard purple cock.  "Now stand with your legs apart as I
perform the ceremony."

I watched as Father John licked off Jesse's pre-cum.  He lifted the boy's
penis and ran his tongue over his ball sack, taking each ball in his mouth.
He then took the full length of Jesse's smooth, straight penis into his
mouth.  I could tell by the movement of the man's cheeks that he was
rolling his tongue around and over the boy's luscious tool.

He pulled off and lifted Jesse up into his arms.  He carried that heavenly
body over to the desk and laid him down on his back.  He lifted the boy's
legs up high and ran his tongue over the soft hair that had begun to appear
on his calves and thighs.  Jesse's little puckered asshole was now visible.
Father John lowered his face into the boy's crack and flicked his tongue
over the pink hole.

The sight of this made Ricky pretty horny, and he very quickly unbuckled
and unzipped Waters' pants and let them fall to the floor around his
ankles.  The sight of Waters' cock, which I had sucked a number of times,
as well as having it up my ass, made the blood rush to my head.  I watched
as Ricky madly sucked the Deputy's hard rod while running two of his
fingers in and out of Waters' asshole.

It was all too much for me, and I tore at my clothes to get them off.  With
hardly knowing what I was doing, I suddenly found myself stark naked.  I
knelt down behind Waters and pulled Ricky's fingers out of his ass.  I
plunged my face between the two firm globes of his ass and jabbed my tongue
through the snarl of ass hair and into the Deputy's rectum as far as it
would go.  I ran my hands over his tanned, shapely legs.  The feel of the
soft hair on his legs drove me wild.  I tongue-fucked him as hard as I
could while Ricky sucked the man's cock like a madman.

Several times, I was able to look out of the corner of my eye and saw
Jesse's head turned as he watched his now naked father standing there being
sucked and tongue-fucked.  As Father John continued sucking on the boy's
asshole, Jesse took his own gorged penis in hand and stroked it furiously.

Soon, Rod Waters started to growl like an animal as he shot his cum into
Ricky's mouth.  Sweat poured off his face onto Ricky's head.  I had to pull
my face away from his ass because he was bucking his hips so wildly as he
came.  Apparently his orgasm was so powerful, his knees collapsed and he
went down on the floor, exhausted.

Father John was by now in a frenzy and had his huge cock pressed into
Jesse's ass crack.

Ricky went over to Jesse and looked into his face.  "Have you ever been
fucked, Jesse?"

Waters spoke up.  "No he hasn't.  We haven't tried that yet."

Father John said excitedly, "But that's part of the ceremony.  He must take
sperm into his body as the last thing in this ceremony.

I got up and said, "Father John, your cock's too big for the boy's first
time.  Why don't you let Ricky do it.  His penis isn't as big as yours.
Besides, as you know, most of the boys in the church have had plenty of
experience and practice with their own fathers before the priests fuck
them."

Waters nodded his head in agreement as Father John backed away from the
desk, precum streaming out of the end of his penis.

I watched as my son got up on the desk and pushed Jesse's slender thighs
against his chest.  I felt a great pride in Ricky as he mounted Jesse like
a real cocksman, their two sweet little bodies pressed together.  As he
pushed his penis into Jesse's asshole, he leaned over and kissed Jesse on
the lips.  Jesse reached up and held Ricky's head there.  I could tell they
were slashing their tongues through each other's mouths.

I watched Ricky's cute little ass cheeks rise and fall, and couldn't resist
going over and running my tongue over them.  They were so soft and firm.  I
watched Ricky's balls bounce against Jesse's ass.

Just then, the door was flung open, and Father Bruce swaggered in.  He
stood with his legs apart and his hands on his hips.  "What the fuck's
going on here?"

"Please be quiet," Father John said.  "We're in the middle of a ceremony."
"Ceremony, my fucking ass.  Who's the little mother-fucker on the desk?
I've never seen him before."

"He's Jesse Waters, Deputy Waters' son."

"Well, ain't he a cute little mother-fucker.  He's getting filled up with
some fucking holy sperm, huh?"

Father Bruce turned and saw me standing over the Deputy's collapsed body,
holding my red hot cock in my hand.  He smiled and walked over to me.  He
held me tightly around the waist and kissed me with an especially wet pair
of lips and tongue.

"Well, if it isn't Roger, my special lover.  That cock looks like it's in
need of a good suck.  I was just thinking how much in the mood I am to suck
a little cock.  You know me, Roger.  I'm the best mother-fucking cocksucker
you've ever had."

He gave me a little push and said, "Here, get your ass down on the carpet."

At that point, I was so sexually aroused and horny, I eagerly obeyed and
lay flat on my back, my arms and legs splayed outward.  My hard cock lay
across my pubic hair, with the head almost touching my belly button.  Oh
God, I was hot.  If it were possible, I would have pleaded with him to suck
me and fuck me at the same time.

He tore off his clothes and lay on his stomach between my legs.  He ran his
fingers lightly over the full length of my hairy legs, sending erotic
shivers through my body.  Then as he slowly sucked the entire length of my
penis into his throat, he ran his hands over my stomach and chest.  He
pinched my nipples, sending waves of electric shocks through me.  I ran my
hands over his tanned, muscular arms, feeling the soft hair that covered
them.  He sucked hard, twisting his head in all directions and slashing the
head of my penis with his tongue.  It brought back memories of all those
wonderful blow jobs he'd given me at camp.  He was indeed the greatest
cocksucker I'd ever known.

Father Bruce raised his head, pulling off my cock slightly and teasing the
head with the tip of his tongue.  His eyes turned up toward me.  He said,
"I love you, Roger.  Let's leave this fucking church and go to a deserted
Pacific island I know of.  We'll fuck and suck all day and all night."

Father Bruce's suggestion brought back the memory of Bert Simmons and his
son, Eric, at the camp.  Bert had also professed his love for me and tried
to convince me to leave everything and go away with him and our two sons.
If I were to do it, I'd be hard pressed to decide between Bert and Father
Bruce.  They both were gorgeous men and highly sexually charged.

As Father Bruce went back to plunging my hard cock down his throat, I heard
Ricky growling with all sorts of strange animal noises as he shot his hot
cum into little Jesse's asshole.  Father John stood nearby, slowly stroking
his cock and looking absolutely miserable after being cheated out of a good
fuck with the boy.

Rod Waters was totally passed out, lying spread-eagle on the carpet next to
me.  Jesse walked over to him and brushed his daddy's hair out of his eyes.

"Daddy was on patrol duty all night last night, and I think he's
exhausted."  Jesse lay his head on his daddy's muscle-ridged stomach and
played with his daddy's penis head with the tip of his tongue.

At the sight of this, I felt the tell-tale twinges spreading through my
body that signaled the approach of my orgasm.  The slashing of Father
Bruce's tongue brought me closer and closer.  My leg and stomach muscles
started to tighten.  Suddenly, the muscles in my groin began to spasm as
though they were in a steel vise.  The head of my penis became almost
unbearably sensitive as my thick cum surged up the shaft and into Father
Bruce's mouth.

Father Bruce slithered away from my crotch and ran his cum-covered tongue
over the hair on my legs.  He rose to his feet and pulled on his jeans.

"That was so good, Roger.  I'll need a little more of that spunk before
long.  Right now, I have a house call appointment I need to make."

"House call?" I asked.

"Yes.  Today it's a young man, a member of our church, who is in need of a
little spiritual uplifting."

When Father Bruce left, I stayed on my back and looked up at Father John.
He looked so pathetic as he stroked slowly with one hand and fondled his
balls with the other.  He was not a bad looking man of fifty.  A good solid
body, with wide shoulders and narrow hips.  His chest was covered with
swirls of dark hair, punctuated with large nipples that resembled those of
a woman nursing.  The thin dark line of hair that ran from his navel into
his pubic hair was quite exotic and inviting.

"You look sad," I said.

"I'm not sad.  Just disappointed that I could not complete the ceremony as
I wished.  But I suppose you were right that my cock is too big for Jesse's
little hole.  But I really wanted to cock-fuck this sweet little beauty
here."

Jesse lifted his head off of his daddy's stomach.  "My daddy said it is a
great honor to receive your sperm, Father John.  He said it's like the
sperm of God, spreading his warmth though my body."

"That's nice, Jesse.  Perhaps some other time."

I looked up at Father John, who looked so pitiful and frustrated.  I said,
"I'd be honored also to receive your sperm, Father John.  That is, if you'd
like to fuck me."

"Would I like to fuck you?  My God, I'd like to fuck the shit out of you."

"Well, then, come on down here," I said, "and give me a good fuck."

Father John swooped down upon me and, with his strong arms, grasped my legs
under the knees and pushed them hard against my chest.

Ever since Jesse had arrived, I wanted to taste him.  I beckoned for him to
get off his father's stomach and sit on my face while Father John fucked
me.  Jesse straddled my head and slowly lowered his sweet little ass onto
my face.  His crack was sweaty and warm, and I could smell my own son's
cum.  As Father John plunged his enormous rod into my ass, I licked and
slurped away at Jesse's asshole, hoping to suck out some of Ricky's cum.

Rod Waters was still passed out on the carpet, looking absolutely like a
bronze Greek God.  His finely sculpted legs, arms, and torso were of
unimaginable beauty.  Ricky lay between his legs and sucked on the Deputy's
soft penis and balls, licking also the soft, fleshy part of his upper inner
thighs.

As Father John pumped his cock into me, Jesse started jacking off, with his
little balls bouncing on my chin.  Although I couldn't see, both Jesse and
Father John seemed to be leaning toward each other.  And when I heard
slurping, I realized the old reprobate was sucking Jesse's hard penis while
he was fucking me.  It was only a matter of minutes before he blasted his
load into my rectum.  When I felt that, my own cock erupted.  I heard Jesse
moaning and knew that he'd also let go and filled Father John's mouth with
his sweet cum.


When we had all eventually left Father John's office, Ricky and I drove
home.  He asked me to come with him to his room.  He had something on his
mind.

"Dad, do you really think Father John isn't what he says he is.  Do you
think the sex is more important to him than the worship of sperm?"

"What do you believe, Ricky?"

"I feel the warmth of God's love when another man's sperm enters my body,
just like he says I should.  Don't you?"

"Well, Ricky, I have to admit I felt something heavenly descend upon me
when I suck some of your cum out of Jesse's adorable little asshole."

"So you know what I mean, Dad."

"Ricky, when it comes to religion, anyone can believe what they want, or he
doesn't have to believe any of it.  In my opinion, religion's a personal
thing.  I thought once that I should connect myself with a religion---with
a church---and looked around.  When I ran across the Church of the Holy
Seed and the brand of religion Father John espoused, I was excited to be a
part of it.  But not long after joining, I realized I didn't believe any of
that stuff---worshiping sperm and penises and balls for the glory of God.
What I liked was just the excitement of all the sex that was involved, and
to have you, my sweet little boy, do it with me.  That doesn't mean that
worshiping sperm has no religious meaning.  It just doesn't have meaning
for me.  But if you believe, and it makes you feel good, Ricky, you should
go for it.  What is any kind of religion?  People believe what they want to
believe because it makes them feel good.  The important thing, though, is
to guard against being taken in by hucksters posing as men of God."

"Is that what you think Father John is?"

"Yes.  He as much as admitted it.  You heard him.  He's a sex crazed addict
whose found a gimmick.

Ricky logged on to his computer.  "Dad, I want to show you some videos I
found.  Look at these."

I looked at the screen and saw a young naked boy squatting over two adult
men who had their cocks pressed together.  He lowered his ass onto them and
took the full length of both of those huge hard penises into his asshole.

I could hardly believe it.  "How is that possible, Ricky?  No young boy's
asshole could swallow two man-sized cocks like that."

"The reason I'm showing this to you is that Mr. Simmons and his son,
Eric---you know, the guys we met at camp---told me that Eric does that with
his dad and another adult friend of his.  Mr. Simmons said he was going to
talk with you about me sometime taking both his and your cocks up my ass at
the same time.  I really want to try it."

The phone rang, and I hurried into my bedroom to answer it.

"Roger, it's Bert Simmons.  Remember me and my hot little son, Eric, from
camp?

"I sure do.  I was hoping to see you in the elevator again at the office."

"I've missed you, Roger.  That beautiful muscular body of yours.  Eric
talks about all the great sperm you pumped into him.  He feels renewed.
We've got to get together again, Roger.  I've rented a small cabin about
fifty miles north of here on a lake.  We'd like you and Ricky to join us up
there next week.  How about it?

"Well, Burt, I think we can do that.  I've been thinking of taking off some
more time."

"Great.  While we're there, I want to try something really hot with you and
Ricky."

I had the feeling it was the same thing Ricky had told me about.  "What is
it, Bert?  We don't want anything too extreme."

"You'll find out."

"Can't you give me a hint?"

"Well, it has to do with two humongous hard cocks and an asshole.  That's
all I'm going to tell you."

"Come to think of it, Bert, I may have plans next week.  I'll have to check
my calendar."

Bert was silent for a moment.  "Roger?  I know I told you I've fallen in
love you.  Remember?  I mean it.  I think about you constantly.  And Ricky
is always in Eric's thoughts, too.  It's very romantic up there in the
woods by the lake.  I need you, Roger.  I dream of our bodies twined around
each other, the taste of your skin and the smell of you when I have my face
buried deep into your warm, moist crotch.  I love you, Roger.  You have to
come with us.  Please.

"All right, Bert.  I've been thinking about you, too.  My cock's hard as
steel sitting here talking with you.  We'll be there."

"Oh, and Roger.  Father Timothy from the church said he could come up for a
couple of days to make sure we are sufficiently blessed with his holy
sperm.  You remember Father Timothy, don't you?  He's the one who has that
luscious ball sack that hangs half-way to his knees.  I went wild when he
sat on my face several times and dragged those gorgeous balls across my
face.  Oh, God.  I'm hard thinking about it."

When I hung up, I went back to Ricky's room and told him about our upcoming
week with Bert and Eric, and about the probable double cock fuck he may
have to endure.  He was ecstatic over the idea.

"Ricky," I said, "I've had a couple of hard cocks up my ass before, and
it's not really comfortable.  You won't have to do it if you don't want
to."

"But I want to, Dad.  I've had both Mr. Simmons' cock and your cock
separately up my ass, and I loved it.  I can imagine having both of them up
there at the same time will be twice as good.

"Don't count on it, Ricky.  But if we do it, we've got to prepare you for
it.  Your asshole has to be good and loose and relaxed.  There's a way we
can practice that.  Have you ever heard of fisting?"

"Sure.  That's when a guy puts his whole hand up another guy's ass."

"Well, Ricky, pull out the lubricant.  I'm going to try to loosen up that
asshole of yours.  If I can get my hand all the way up there several times,
I think you'll be ready for a couple of man-sized cocks.  You know, Ricky,
thinking about that puts me kind of in the mood to slip my own cock into
that sweet little asshole right now."

Ricky laughed and quickly stripped out of his cloths.  He got on the bed on
all fours.

"Dad, fuck me doggy-fashion, will you?  I've never tried it, but I saw one
of the priests do that to Deputy Waters at camp.  It looked like fun."

I stripped down and got on my knees behind Ricky.  What a hot view I had of
him from that angle.  I hadn't realized how long his ball sack was.  It
hung down between his thighs just like a big dog's balls. It was so erotic
to watch them swaying so freely from side to side.  I leaned over and
licked his balls and sucked the whole ball sack into my mouth.  God, what a
sensation.  Then I flooded his little ass crack with saliva.  Holding onto
his hips, I felt his hole opening up as I slipped my hard cock all the way
into it.  I held it there for a moment and felt his hole clenching and
clamping down hard on my penis, as though trying to suck it deeper into his
body. I held on to his sweet little round ass cheeks as I pumped.  I loved
to hear my son moaning softly with pleasure.  God, how lucky I am.  Life is
good.


My sincere thanks to the two young Catholic priests (known only as B and
R)in South Dakota, who shared their suggestions with me.  It's gratifying
to know you have not lost your natural human cravings and instincts, and
understand what sexual pleasure is all about.  I welcome comments, whether
positive or negative, from readers.  As time permits, I will respond to all
e-mails.  Like any writer, I need and appreciate feedback.

Tom Borden
tombor99@Yahoo.com