Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2002 10:36:19 -0500
From: Gary <gary_q@hotmail.com>
Subject: England Swings Chapter 6

England Swings
By Gary_Q
Gary_Q@hotmail.com

The below story is a work of fiction, none of the events described
happened, nor do any of the characters exist.  This story contains erotic
and/or sexually explicit behavior between consenting males, both adult and
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				Chapter Six

     I felt very embarrassed and uncomfortable at first, still shy about
being naked and now around a couple of adults, but quickly began to relax
after Jock and his friend Wayne, jumped in the pool and everyone stated
talking.  Everyone else was acting just like they were at a pool party
wearing loose fitting Boardies or something, and their nonchalant attitude
about being nude was contagious.  Anton and his brother hugged each other
over and over, clearly thrilled to be together again.  Jock had the same
weird accent Anton did but not nearly as strong.
     I found out that Jock and his house-mate Wayne was not just going to
college, were both about to graduate from medical school, as soon as he
received conformation on the results of some exams they had just taken,
they would both be able to hang M.D. after their names.  My jaw dropped
against my chest so hard I thought I had bent my braces when I found out
the attended UCLA (University of California at Los Angles), and lived about
20 minutes from where I used to, we even went to some of the same beaches!
     Everyone just relaxed in the shallow end of the pool and talked for
what had to be an hour or more.  I enjoyed Eric leaning me against his
chest, his arms wrapped around my waist as Jock, Wayne and I exchanged
experiences from California, but was so thrilled to hear anything from home
I hardly noticed his caressing hands.
     "I am hungry!" Moe proclaimed.
     Anton and Eric said they were too, and my stomach agreed with a loud
growl before I could answer.  After a little giggling, everyone just
grabbed their clothes and backpacks as they got out of the pool.  I
followed walking next to Eric as we walked over to another door than the
one we had entered though, which led to a stairway.  I started to get
nervous, knowing at any minute an adult would appear and nail us for being
nude, but followed along.  Jock opened the door at the top of the stairs
and called out, something in French, the only thing I thought I understood
was the name Clare.
     After a few seconds he walked into a large hallway and everyone
followed.  He handed his clothes and bag to Wayne and went to the end of
the hall, where he locked a huge set of double wooden doors.
     "This is the Children's Wing," Anton told me.  As we went into a
spacious bedroom, complete with a gigantic bed, entertainment center and
several chairs and a large couch, he continued, "It is cool, Jock locked us
up." I thought about what he said for a couple of seconds.  Wait, we're
locked in?  Fuck, where's the dungeon!?!
     Eric growled something in French at Anton as he put his arm around my
bare waist and pulled me against him.  "He meant to say Jock locked the
door so no one can come in to bother us."
     "Relax, little bear, only my father and the gendarmes have a key to
get into this wing.  We can leave but no one can disturb us," Jock said as
he walked toward us.  Seeing my lost face he added, "Gandarmes are police,
well. . . security.  It was built so when my parents entertain none of
their guests may disturb us.  It is as secure as your White House."  "Il
est tellement merveilleusement mignon, un tr‚sor!" * 1 he told Eric as
he wrapped his arms around us, pulling both our backs against his nude
body.
     "Mon tr‚sor!" Eric snapped, then leaned over kissing my cheek. * 2
     "Oui, mais moi esp‚rez que vous partagerez!" * 3 Jock replied,
pulling the three of us into a hug.
          * 1 He is so wonderfully cute, a treasure!
          * 2 My treasure!
          * 3 Yes, but I hope you will share!
     "Not to fear and you are safe, I promise you a wonderful night," Jock
said, ignoring Eric's dirty look as he rubbed my chest.
     "Come quickly, there is a fresh pie!  And beaten cream!" Anton yelled
from the hall.
     "Teach him English!" Jock snickered, poking Eric in the stomach.
     The 'Children's Wing', as Anton called it was indeed a wing of the
mansion.  It had four more bedrooms as huge and the one we had been in, a
kitchenette almost as large as the kitchen at Dad's house in the states,
and its own spa, complete with hot tub and a large shower stall, bigger
than my entire bathroom at the embassy compound.
     At first I felt a little uncomfortable sitting around eating pie and
whipped cream with my dick flopping openly in my lap, but as I looked at my
pie, then Eric, well and everyone else's crotch I started to enjoy myself.
I didn't even feel embarrassed as my little friend started stiffening, sort
of looking around as it grew between my legs.
     "These are nice, where did you get them?" Jock asked Anton and Moe,
pointing at their necklaces.  Eric snickered as Anton blushed.
     Anton answered something like, "Moe le possŠde mais il est pour
moi."
          * 1 Moe owns it but it is for me.
     "Not everyone here speaks French, use your English," Jock admonished.
     "It is from my country," Moe injected.  "A gift that binds our
relationship."  Anton blushed as he said it.
     Wayne reached over and lifted the front of Anton's neckless, kneading
it is his fingers for a second.  "That is a very impressive workmanship,
and an extremely high grade of metal, high silver content.  Would you mind
taking it off, can I look at it more closely?"
     Moe and Anton both blushed as they exchanged repeated glances.  After
each of them flashed a couple of looks at Eric Moe giggled, then stood up
as he removed his choker and walked behind Anton.  He fidgeted for a second
or so at the back of Anton's neck before the neckless fell free and he
handed it to Wayne.  I was watching closely, trying to figure out what was
going on, as Wayne examined Anton's jewelry briefly then glanced at his
roommate with a strange look.
     They both started laughing as Jock reached over to his little brother,
tousling his hair.  I felt Eric's hand slip between my legs as Jock
snickered, "Go little brother!"  I was still trying to figure out what was
going on as Wayne handed the neckless back to Moe, who snapped it back
around Anton's neck.
     When I glanced over at Eric he wiped a small amount of whipped cream
onto his finger, cracked a wide smile and pulled his finger into his mouth
with a sucking action.  I felt my boyhood stiffen.  I blushed when everyone
else giggled quietly, knowing they also saw him, but followed him back into
the bedroom.  As I watched his nude, perfectly shaped boy butt swing with
each step my shaft began to throb and all the built up pressure from
yesterday rushed back into my groin and balls.
     "God I want you, I gotta have you now!" he exclaimed as he pulled me
into a kiss.  We explored each other's mouths for what had to be two or
three minutes as he pulled me close to him by my waist, my hands probing
his butt and between his legs.
     "Dude, yeah dude," I whispered as we broke our kiss.  "Shit I'm gonna
explode!"  I felt my rock hard shaft throb so hard I thought I was going to
break his fingers as his hand slipped between our bodies and he grabbed me.
     "Put your headgear on," he said as he led me by my dick to our
clothes.  "Go on, you'll love it," he added as he pushed his facebow into
his mouth.  The last thing I wanted to fuck with was my damn braces right
now, but I followed his lead.  He walked me over and guided me to lay on my
back on the big bed.  "Just relax," he told me as he climbed onto it next
to me and pulled my arms up over my head.
     My mouth dropped open as he straddled me, his package dangling over my
face and his legs pinning my arms.  Without really knowing it I spread my
legs as I watched him lower himself onto his elbows and lick the tip of my
now more purple than red dick.  My heart almost stopped as I felt him pull
me into his mouth, his facebow sliding down my shaft and slamming into my
ball sack.  I groaned and began humping my hips as he began sliding his
mouth up and down, the wonderfully exciting burning rushing through my
groin.
     Without realizing it I found myself pulling my head and neck up,
trying to catch the beautifully attractive set of balls and dick swinging
just above me.  I tried to get my arms free without success, my head and
neck stretching up toward the treat as my hips humped harder.  I had just
caught one of his nuts in my mouth when a rush of hot lava flowed through
my groin and out the end of my dick.  I was blindly sucking on the little
nut I had in my mouth as I felt three or four more loads shoot, then a
shower of something warm splashed onto my chest, followed by several more
loads.
     Eric collapsed on top of me, moaning as the warm liquid he had shot on
my chest spread across me as his stomach landed on me.  I felt his head
roll to the side as my now almost soft tool slid out of his mouth.  I
rolled my head back only to have his other ball slip into my mouth.
     "God, you taste good!" he whimpered, his face laying on my thigh as he
licked my nut sack.  "But please don't chew!" he added before he sucked my
nuts into his mouth.  We lay motionless for a minute or so before he said,
"You shot dude, you shot a huge load!  You taste so good, too!" I just
closed my eyes and tried to convince myself what had just happened really
did.
     I let my neck, really my whole body, relax against the bed and started
sucking on both of nuts.  "Oh shit!" Eric mumbled, his mouth still full
with my balls.
     We lay motionless for a couple minutes sucking on each others balls,
his again rock hard boyhood pushing against my chin as I felt myself
stiffening.  I hadn't noticed the bed moving other than from Eric and my
motions until I heard a long moan next to me.  I rolled my eyes to the
sound and could see enough of a boy's backside to recognize it as Anton's.
I watched as a thin olive skinned arm appeared above the bed and reached
around, cupping Anton's butt cheek and pulling it toward it.
     I was trying to figure out what he was doing when Eric let my sack
drop out of his mouth. Instinctively I released his and he rolled off me,
reaching over to cup my inner thigh.  As he did my field of view widened
and I saw the back of Anton's head, his face buried in Moe's crotch.  I
rolled slightly on my side and watched them hump each other in what I later
found out was 69'ing, and didn't notice Eric moving until I felt is facebow
push into my neck a he kissed it.
     "I wanta do that," I whispered as he snuggled against me, reaching
around and pulling me against him by my chest.
     "Oh yeah," he softly replied, running fingers over my nipples.  "Oh
yeah."
     "Oh dude," I groaned.  I grabbed his arm with both of mine, guiding it
back to my nipple. "Wow, what if they. . ." I had to gasp as I felt his
shaft push between my legs right at the crotch and press into my nut sack.
     I reached down with one hand and was about to grab his dick when Moe
let out a loud groan from behind Anton.  Almost instantly Anton's head
stopped humping Moe and he began swallowing repeatedly, his hips arching
toward Moe over and over again at an almost furious pace.  An instant later
his hips stopped moving and he began making grunting noises between
swallows.
     "Wow," I whimpered.  My dick throbbed as I felt Eric begin slowly
sliding his shaft in and out between my legs, again bumping my sack with
each stroke, still licking my neck with his tongue and facebow.  I hardly
noticed Anton roll over onto his back.
     "Ainsi, Eric joue toujours avec des ours de nounours!" Anton giggled.
Moe leaned over Anton's hips and snickered before turning around on the bed
and kissing Anton.

     * 1 So, Eric still plays with teddy bears!
     I'm not sure how long we lay there and didn't notice Jock come into
view until he bent over Anton and Moe, tussling their hair.  "Clare called,
she is preparing us supper," he said.  "She knew there was an American here
so she made us wieners," he snickered, looking over at us.
     "You should have told her everyone just had some," Wayne snorted.
"Peu Ours looks like he's still enjoying one," * 2 he added making everyone
laugh as they looked at my crotch, Eric's tool still peeking out from under
my nut sack.
     * 2 Little Bear
     "I want extra mayonnaise!" Anton giggled, "Like Eric is getting."
Everyone laughed.
     "Come along, everyone wash and dress," Jock suggested.  Eric and I
both groaned but released each other and climbed off the bed.
     "Come, we will all use the large bath," Anton said, taking Moe's hand
and walking into the hall.
     "You go first," I suggested as we entered the bathroom.
     "Not even," Eric replied as he took his headgear off and toward the
hall.  "Come on," he added gesturing into the stall.  It took me a second
to realize what he wanted, but quickly ripped my appliances off and
followed him.  The shower had multiple spray nozzles mounted in its walls
and ceiling, making it feel like we were out side in the rain.  As I
started turning to soak my body I notice Moe and Anton, and Jock and Wayne
washing each other.
      "Oh you are beautiful," Eric said as he began lathering my body.
     I almost shot another load as he washed my boyhood, spending what
seemed forever kneading it in his fingers, but then washed his tight little
body for him.  When I got to his package I found myself stroking his again
hard tool, my soapy hand wrapped around it.
     "Not now, Peu Ours, you can wank him after we eat," Wayne interrupted
me, pulling my back against his wet skin.  I was trying to figure out what
he was talking about when I felt Eric's hand remove mine from his dick,
pushing the wash cloth we had been sharing into it.
     "I though you didn't know how to wank?" Eric said as he was toweling
me dry.  I was trying to figure out what he meant and how to answer when
the silence in the room became almost deafening.
     "You've never wanked?" Jock finally asked, I could feel everyone's
eyes locked on me.
     "He made cum for the first time a few minutes ago," Eric replied,
pulling me against him.
     "Well, I'm from California!!" I cried, realizing how stupid the
comment was as I said it.
     "Yes, I wish I would have found you in California," Jock replied,
pulling Eric and I against his stomach.  "Not to fear Peu Ours, tonight we
have something to celebrate."
     After we finished drying each other I started to put my dockers back
on but noticed Eric climbing into a pair of rugby shorts and followed
suite.  Everyone was waiting for us by the doors leading into the wing.
They were all wearing gym shorts, but only Eric and I were wearing half
shirts.  As we walked through what seemed like miles of hallways Jock told
us he had informed Clare, who if found out was one of the maids, we would
eat in the kitchen.  I was again shocked when we entered the kitchen, it
was a huge commercial facility, bigger than the school's kitchen back home.
     As we walked back toward the children's wing Jock tucked me under his
arm pulling me next to him.  He teased me a little about my size and thin
build as he ran his fingers over my bare arm, and I didn't notice that Moe
and Eric had drifted away, walking behind us, until Jock and I waited
inside the double doors for them to catch up.  Anton exchanged sly grins
with the two of them as they entered the wing.
     I think everyone was as tired and full as I was, and quickly agreed to
watch a movie Jock had brought from the states.  Moe made a phone call as
Eric and I strapped on our headgears, but was talking in an even stranger
sounding language than the French I was getting used to not understanding
and I paid little attention.  As he rejoined us he nodded at Eric, who gave
him a wide grin.  After a couple of tries I gave up on finding out what
they had going on and snuggled against Eric on the couch as the movie
began.
     My eyelids started getting heavy quickly as I snuggled under Eric's
arm, his free hand softly stroking my bare stomach.  The next thing I knew
I was laying with my head in Eric's lap and my lower legs and feet propped
on something soft and warm.  Eric was brushing my hair with one hand and
cupping my chest under my half shirt with the other.  I took me a few
seconds to realize he was also stroking my inner thighs. As I opened my
eyes and looked up at him I began to snap that he had grown a third hand or
something.  I started to look down at my legs when the side of my facebow
pushed against his stiff boyhood.
     "Yum!" I muttered as I turned my head toward his groin, my facebow
sliding on his shaft.
     "Oh God, your gonna make me cum," he whined.  Without realizing it I
pushed my lips out to press against the side of his hot shaft, still
covered by his tight shorts.
     "And me as well," I heard Jock's voice ring, as Eric's third arm
squeezed my leg.  "And I hated braces when I wore them!" he added,
scratching the fabric of my shorts between my legs.  "You two make them
fun!" I pulled my head back from Eric's tool far enough to look down toward
my feet, Jock was on the other end of the couch cuddling my legs and feet
in his lap.  He gave me a warm smile and reached up, ever so softly poking
me in my flat stomach.
     I leaned my head back to look up at Eric, only to have my facebow
brush over his boyhood.  As I did it throbbed so hard it pushed my head to
the side slightly.  "I wanta go do, well whatever Moe and Anton did I wanta
do with you," I said, actually speaking for my burning hot groin.
     Eric ran his finger across the front of my facebow, then over my lower
lip.  "You really will?  You really want to try it?"  Instead of answering
I pulled his finger between my lips and sucked it into my mouth.  "Oh God,"
he groaned as I turned my head toward his crotch, pushing my facebow into
his tool.
     I was waiting for him to say something when I felt my feet being
lifted.  "When do I get to be with you?" I heard Anton's voice, a bit more
childish than usual.  "Wayne and Moe are asleep, please?"  Keeping Eric's
finger in my mouth I looked down; Anton was sitting in Jock's lap, my feet
draped over his lap.
     "What about Moe, you're his now aren't you?" Jock asked, fingering
Anton's choker.
     "He don't care, he wants to be with you too.  Please, you have been
away for so long,"
     "I think you two can entertain yourselves," Jock snickered toward us
as he scooped Anton into his arms and stood up.  "Yes, little brother, it
has been a long time," he added as he carried the boy out of the room.
"Don't hurt the couch, it's almost one hundred years old."
     Eric and I looked at each other for almost a minute.  "Come on," I
said as I sat up.  When I got to the bed I turned around to be sure he was
following, and he was already naked, his shoes, shirt and shorts marking a
trail from the couch.  I stripped almost as fast while he pulled the covers
back.
     "I think we're going to be here awhile," he said as he pulled me
against him.  He guided me to lay on my side with my head below the
pillows, and climbed next to me, his rock hard boyhood pointing at my
mouth.  "I love you," he said before running his tongue over the head of my
shaft.
     Working on instinct I licked the drop of clear liquid off the tip of
his dick, then pulled him into my mouth.  I pulled back a little when I
felt his lips seal around me and draw my full length into his mouth with a
strong suction, his facebow again pushing into my nut sack.  I groaned and
sucked as hard as I could, pulling into me.  I gagged a little when the tip
of his tool pushed slightly down my throat, but he pulled back, his hips
humping like mine had started to, before I could choke.
     My head started to spin as I not only felt Eric sucking me, but the
wonderful feeling that vibrated into my teeth and from my lips out onto my
face as my facebow vibrated up and down his delicious tool.  Each time my
facebow bounced against the head of his dick I felt my entire groin surge
and my dick throb.  Much quicker than I wanted I felt a wonderful burst of
energy rush out of my nuts and into my crotch.  I sucked harder on my
friend as something hot and marvelous fired out the tip of my shaft,
followed almost immediately by another load.
     "Oh, ahhhhhh," Eric groaned, somehow not losing his suction or missing
a stroke.  I had just sucked his length into my throat when a blast of warm
liquid filled my mouth.  He mumbled something as he shot another load,
filling my mouth so full I could feel my cheeks bug out like a Chipmunk.  I
guess instinctively I swallowed a couple of times before noticing how
magnificent his sweet and salty seed tasted, I just sucked harder trying
for more.
     "No dude, I'm done, please before I die," Eric whispered, cupping the
back of my head in his hand.  "God, I thought you had sucked my nuts out
the end of my dick!" he added as I reluctantly let his soft boyhood slip
out of my mouth.  I pushed my face into his groin, his shrunken tool
sliding down my cheek until I found his nut sack.
     "No, no I gotta have some more, that was totally awesome," I all but
begged.  Without realizing it I pulled his sack into my mouth and began
sucking on the two wonderful nuts inside it.
     "Please Brian, later, please?  God, and you have never done it before?
God you're hot!" he answered, gently pulling my head back.  I enjoyed the
taste of his package for a few seconds before I let him slip out of my
mouth.  I leaned my head against his lower stomach and closed my eyes,
trying to believe what we had just done was possible, or if I had died and
gone to heaven.
     "Good morning love birds!" Jock's voice awoke me, his hand stroking my
forehead.  I blinked a few times trying to clear the fog of sleep so my
eyes would focus before I leaned back from the warm, tight chest I was
leaning against.  As my eyes began to work I realized I was snuggled
against Eric, our bodies pushed against each other skin-tight.  I felt more
than heard Eric groan before Jock continued.
     "My parents have asked we join them for breakfast, I am sorry but we
must."
     I rolled my eyes up at him as Eric groaned and squeezed my butt cheek,
but then kissed the top of my head and let go of me.  "Well, we gotta, I
guess," he grunted.  Jock kissed each of us as we climbed out of bed.
     Moe and Anton were already in the shower.  They both giggled as we
joined them, pointing at or matching erections.  I started to cover myself
with my hands, but before I could Eric pulled my back against his stomach,
spreading the water hitting my chest with one hand and grasping my boyhood
with the other.  It throbbed so hard I was pushed back even harder against
his rock hard tool as it pressed into the small of my back.
     I closed my eyes as his fingers explored me, sliding so delightfully
over my slick, wet skin. Suddenly I felt another set of hands, then another
caressing my body.  When I opened my eyes both Anton and Moe were washing
Eric and I.
     "Come, hurry," Jock snapped from outside the shower.  "Father is
waiting."  Begrudgingly everyone rinsed off and climbed out.
     Elaine had struck again, and I found a pair of clean gym shorts and
muscle shirt in my backpack when we finished showering.  Also to my
surprise was a pair of Boardies and another tee-shirt.
     I started to feel very, very out of place as we entered a formal
dining room.  "Good morning boys!" a man announced.  He was an older image
of Jock and Anton, wearing a white shirt and dress slacks.  A fairly pretty
lady sat next to him.  He quickly rose from a huge dining table and kissed
Jock, then Anton, Moe, Wayne and Eric on the cheek, which they returned.
Jock and Anton rushed to kiss the lady as he continued, "I am Charles
D'Frank," extending his hand to me.
     "Ah, hi sir!" I almost whimpered.  "Ah, I'm sorry I'm Brian!" I added,
tentatively reaching toward his hand.  "Ah, are you the Ambassador?" I
asked before I realized what I had said.  Good work, you TOTALLY fucked
that up!  I told myself.  "Ah, well I'm Brian Richardson sir."
     "Yes, I am an Ambassador, but not in my home.  I am the parent of my
sons here, please relax and call me Charles."  One of the two maids in the
room served me a glass of orange juice as he introduced his wife.  "You are
Doctor Richardson's son?" he asked.  After I said I was I blushed as he
told me how impressed he was with Dad, and on and on.  As we sat down to a
huge breakfast he and Jock talked a little about school and his trip.
     "What are your plans today?  Are each of you staying again tonight?"
he asked.  Jock announced he and Wayne wanted to go shopping, and check out
London, saying he was going to take us with him.  "Will you and Brian be
staying tonight?" the Ambassador asked Eric..
     "Well, we have to ask our parents," Eric thankfully responded for both
of us.
     "We must call them quickly, before Father leaves," Anton declared,
flashing a sly grin at Eric and I.  Magically a maid appeared with a
cordless phone and Eric dialed it.
     "They're in meetings, no one is there, I cant even find Mrs. Smyth!"
he grumbled after a couple of calls.  "Whatever, we don't have to be home
until six o'clock!"  We were walking back to the childrens' wing when he
whispered to me, "You're suppose to have a security escort if you go to
town, what you want to do?  You can get one if you call."
     "Fuck them, I'm not in prison!  Well if I am I escaped for today
anyway, I don't need no God Damn GUARD!" I snapped.  We walked a few steps
before I pulled him against me by the waist.  "I'm sorry," I added.  He
wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me against him even tighter.
     "Yes, a little bear," Jock snickered, gently slapping the back of my
head.
     An hour or so later we were off to the mall in one of the French
Embassy's cars.  We walked the mall for probably an hour or so while Jock
and Wayne shopped and bought a few clothes.  We had stopped at what I
called a Food Court for a drink, and sat down to a table, when Eric turned
white, then ashen as his eyes zoomed in on something.
     "Oh fuck, we are dead, sooooo dead," he whined, cupping my leg under
the table.
     "Hi boys, I'm so surprised to see you here!" his mother's voice rang
into my ear.  Jennifer's bright red face and almost evil smirk, standing
next to her mom, told me that we were in trouble.  "Where is your escort,
Brian, I didn't know you had called for one.  I think you are suppose to be
at the French Embassy?" she more snapped than asked.  My stomach sank into
my colon as I tried to figure out how to answer.
     "Excuse me Madam, I am Jock D'Frank," Jock announced as he stood up
and stepped in front of her.  "This is my escort Wayne Adams," he
continued, his and Wayne's muscles both budging.  "And your are, ma'am?"
     "Ah, Jock, this is my mom," Eric whimpered.
     "I'm Helen Roland," his mom added.  "It is a pleasure to meet both of
you.  You must be new M'sieur. Adams, I thought I knew everyone at your
embassy.  But, welcome to the U.K."  The three of them stared at each other
for a few seconds before Eric's mom excused herself, saying they were going
to get something to drink Jennifer followed to a nearby table, glancing
back at us and quietly giggling.
     "We're toast," Eric groaned.  When Jock told him not to worry and
bragged they had pulled their little charade off Eric looked at him for a
second before asking, "Is that why mom I talking to her purse?  She's
weird, but not that weird!  She works for the company, she's the station
chief, and she's talking to the embassy, probably Brian's dad, we're dead
meat!"
     Jock paled as white as Eric.  After a few seconds he said something to
Wayne in French that made both Wayne and Anton's face drop.  Moe rolled his
head back and said something in his even stranger sounding language.  We
all sat motionless, waiting for the world to end for the next five minutes
or so.
     I shuttered when Eric's mom stood up and walked back to our table.
She calmly moved behind Eric, bent over and cupped his hand as she gave him
a light kiss on the neck.  "We have to go, you guys have fun and be
careful," she said.  She reached over and pushed a piece of paper into my
hand saying, "Call your dad when you get a chance, no rush or anything." I
could see everyone trying to take a breath, just like is was trying to, as
she straightened up.  "Oh, congratulations, Doctor Adams, Doctor D'Frank,
both your test scores were impressive."  The entire mall seemed to get so
quiet you could have heard an Ant fart in the parking lot as she walked
away.
     "Wow, I got 50 pounds!" Eric proclaimed, finally breaking the silence.
I looked at the paper he was holding up, then at the one she had slipped
into my hand, an identical leaf that looked a little like a dollar bill,
but had the picture of some old lady on it.  "You too!" he hooted.  "That's
money, fool!" he exclaimed, "like 50 dollars!"  I blushed bright red as
everyone laughed at me.
     "But, what about getting busted?  What happened?" I asked.
     "How did she know about us, how so quickly?" Wayne added.
     Everyone stared at Wayne for a couple of seconds as this time he
blushed.  "She's CIA," Jock said in a low voice.  Wayne swallowed as if he
was forcing a tennis ball down his throat.
     We were walking away from the table ten minutes or so later before I
remembered the invitation to stay again at Anton's house.  Eric looked at
me like I was crazy when I brought it up, suggesting maybe we could still
find her in the mall.  "Hey, they can only kill us once, I'll ask her for
you!" I told him.
     At first he adamantly refused, saying we were already in enough
trouble.  "We could play Pirates tonight," Anton suggested.  Moe and he
both developed wide grins as they looked at each other.  Eric looked back
at me, developing an even wider silver grin.
     "Come on, let's find her!" he exclaimed, grabbing my hand and starting
down the mall.
     We had walked for several minutes, scanning the crowd and shops when I
felt what felt like a rope push into the front of my leg.  I stopped short
as I looked down and saw a small child on one end of the strap, a lady
holding the other end of the leash almost identical to the one Smyth had
kept her younger son on.  I stared wide eyed as two more kids, both wearing
strange looking shoulder harnesses and leashed to a second lady cut in
front of us.
     "Those things are weird!" I whispered to Eric.  I turned to watch as
the little kids walked on, tethered to their mothers, and didn't pay any
attention as I saw Eric and Anton exchange grins out of the corner of my
eye.
     "You find your mother and we will catch you soon," Anton announced as
he and Moe split away from us, going into a nearby store.

To be continued. . .