Date: Tue, 16 Oct 2007 12:19:32 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Getting Kicked Out of the House-Part 7

In part 2 of this story I mentioned "sort of" getting my ass raped. But
as you might surmise, in reality there was no "sort of" to it. And in
part 1 of "Understanding Sex" I briefly mentioned running away and how in
the end it didn't work out too well. So now you know part of the reason
it didn't work out, even if in my mind the biggest reason it didn't work
out was just that I ended up back home again. But anyway, once returned I
started investigating things, which is when I learned that most runaways
ended up having to prostitute themselves and generally speaking they
weren't selling themselves to people around their own age. And here I was
hoping to sell myself to a horny troop of Boy Scouts. Well, shit.

And since my father had threatened to have me locked up in juvenile if I
ever tried running away again, I decided to find out what life in
juvenile detention would be like. Well, apparently not real good. In a
way, the below might be another sort of defense mechanism on my part. But
I will admit it's also a product of a lurid imagination, even if there's
an editorial aside coming up I HAD to throw in that's not imaginary. But
no matter what, reality for many kids is a great deal worse than anything
I'll ever put in a story and in many instances, their parents put them
there.     

So as we rejoin our story, Alexi and yours truly have just walked up to
Phil's front door.


                   Getting Kicked Out of the House-part 7
                   Are You SURE I Can't Just Be a Vampire?   


And then Alexi rang the door bell. (!!) Maybe there wouldn't be anybody
home, I thought to myself. Then as we were walking back I'd say, "Well,
it sure sounded like fun, but... wonder where they went, anyway?" Only
the door opened. Oh shit. And he LOOKED like a drill sergeant. Crew cut,
muscle shirt, erect stance, the whole bit. Right down to a very pissed
off look. He went, "Alexi, didn't I TELL you... Get into the house! BOTH
of you! Right NOW!"

And so we did. Into a dimly lighted hall leading into the living room. I
could hear voices. But almost all of my attention was on Phil. He
repeated, "Alexi, didn't I TELL you what would happen-"

"But Phil-" interrupted Alexi..

Then Phil interrupted HIM. With a lightning fast sharp slap to the face.
"Now you will LISTEN to me! And if I EVER hear you refer to me by
anything other than MR. Tench, what's ABOUT to happen today will seem
like a slap on the wrist, do you UNDERSTAND me boy?"

"Yes sir" quavered Alexi.

MR. Tench then turned his attention to me. "What's your name son?"

"J.J. sir" I managed.

"Well J.J., here's the deal. If you want to stay with Alexi, you can.
It's entirely up to you. So what's your decision?"

So I COULD have backed out. I'm sure everybody involved would have been
disappointed, but I really think I COULD'VE. But I didn't. "I'd like to
stay with him, sir" I said. I looked him square in the eyes. And he had
piercing eyes, too. ICY.

"Then you will have to see what's going to happen to your friend. Do you
understand that? And from this point on, BOTH of you will do EXACTLY what
you're told. Is that understood? From this point on, there's no turning
back. So we're clear on this, right?"

"Yes sir" I said.

"Well, let's go meet everybody, shall we?" and with that we were ushered
into the living room, both of us looking shamefacedly down at the floor.
With a firm but forceful hand on each of our shoulders, we were escorted
to the middle of the room. I felt several pairs of eyes boring a hole
through me, but I couldn't make myself look. I was trembling a bit. I
stole a sidelong glance at Alexi. And he seemed very nervous as well.
Once again I was wondering why I ever got myself involved.         

"Now both of you. Strip" said Mr. Tench.

(!!!!) MY head jerked up. I looked wildly about. At a sea of faces. Like
a blur. Big guys. Fat guys. Guys with beards. Bald headed guys. Somebody
who looked like Paul. He seemed to be staring right at me. Well,
EVERYbody was staring, but.. I did a quick furtive double take. And he
was still staring right AT me. Oh shit. I looked back down at the floor.
 

And really, I was paralyzed. Beside me I could hear Alexi hurriedly
fumbling with his clothes, but I just COULDN'T... I mean I wasn't
supposed to do anything but just WATCH... I wonder how I'm going to
mention that..

Mr. Tench asked, "Do you need any help, J.J.? You'd best hurry son."

I could feel the color coming to my face. I was close to tears. I stole a
quick glance at Alexi. Who was already pulling both his cutoffs and his
undershorts down. And he had a raging hard-on. It was almost vertical.
About five inches. Not as skinny as mine and uncut. His foreskin
completely covered his glans and came to a point at the top. It looked
sort of like a nipple. He didn't have any hair. And maybe the fact that I
actually noticed all that in one quick glance had a slight calming effect
on me. Just barely. Alexi seemed calmer about it as well, even if he was
still breathing fast. I wasn't one bit hard, myself. But quickly I kicked
off my shoes. I pulled off my socks, almost stumbling in the process. I
stole another glance at Alexi. He was completely undressed. And his dick
seemed to be trying to reach the ceiling. Hurriedly, not giving myself
time to think, I jerked my gym shorts down and stepped out of them,
hoping my shirt was keeping everything out of sight. Which was completely
irrational, since it had to go too. This WASN'T what I thought was going
to HAPPEN. But let's get it over with. Even though all at once I could
feel my dick starting to get hard again. Dumb thing was going straight up
and by the time I'd pulled my shirt clear of my head, it was on full red
alert. Not daring to look at the audience, I instead looked over at
Alexi. I was going to give him a hard accusing stare, but just when I
thought it couldn't possibly get any worse, it got a LOT worse.

"All right, both of you face the wall and spread your legs real wide.
Now."

I always wondered what a full body cavity search would be like. And I
always wanted it to be in front of a room full of complete strangers.
Life just couldn't get any better. I was shaking all over. But as you
might imagine, probing up my hole didn't have the effect of minimizing my
hard-on.

But then a period of calisthenics that I was beginning to think was never
going to end occasionally did have that effect on me. Shit, it even
lowered Alexi's to just sticking straight out for awhile. You ever try to
do jumping jacks while you're hyperventilating? It's not an easy thing to
do. And what made all this so thrilling was the fact that NOW we had
audience participation. WE were the performers, THEY got to suggest our
next exercise. WE were not to so much as look them in the eyes, THEY
could make any comments they wanted. Some of which the entire audience
found to be absolutely hilarious and it seemed like the closer I came to
just losing it completely, the funnier it was. It really sucked, but damn
I'd be acutely aware of my dick bouncing around while running in place
and whoops, there it would go again. Although it got to the point that
sometimes I didn't even notice. At least until the audience noticed. And
they ALWAYS noticed. After awhile I found myself almost hating that
stupid little bastard. And you really don't want to know what I thought
about myself right then.      

But FINALLY we were allowed to catch our breath and naively I was even
thinking the show might over with, but then I happened to notice Alexi
with his hands behind his back being handcuffed by Mr. Tench. At that
point he looked completely beaten. Almost. Uh huh, IT was going up again.
And so there MINE went again too. Really, I was wishing it would just cut
that shit OUT.

He was staring straight ahead. Probably ashamed of himself, getting me
into this shit. That's what I was thinking as Mr. Tench cuffed ME. Only
my hands were in front. He said I'd be more comfortable that way. But it
had to be done. And with a chuckle he added, "I appreciate you boys
standing at attention for us like you are. So shall we go downstairs?"

And so we did, Alexi and I leading the way, with Mr. Tench's rough
calloused hands firmly on our shoulders. I could hear the rest of the
herd clomping noisily behind, but tried to shut them out of my mind. Once
downstairs Alexi was told to stand waiting further instructions and I was
forcefully seated on a leather foot stool. "Rope" said Mr. Tench, and as
though rehearsed, someone tossed him a length. Which was deftly pulled
through my cuffs, tossed up to a wooden beam and in no time at all, my
arms were pulled up above my head. I stared straight ahead. At Alexi. And
I was wondering, "What in the FUCK am I DOING here?"


Which is a good question, actually. (This is an editorial aside. Being
written by the yours truly of "Understanding Sex". Who's getting hornier
by the minute, but really, just what am I doing in THIS story?)

So I'll try to explain. I think I should at least TRY.

So OK. Do you suppose that the first thing you ever associate sex with
could become the very most important? It seems to me that it just might.
I'm not talking about the lawnmower though (even if it would be easier to
deal with) I'm talking about the first thing that ever made me feel
tingly down there. (Well, the FIRST thing was noticing how it felt when I
was running around without my undies on, but that's not it either.) No,
the first thing I made up elaborate fantasies about was me and Kelly
being kidnapped. Which started after he walked up on us when I was
getting whipped naked out behind our house. (Which you can read about in
"The Naked Amazon Headhunter and the Missionary". Everything in that
story is true up to the part where we discovered sex. THAT was wishful
thinking.) So him finding me out by myself feeling sorry for myself and
making up that story about how much he hated it when HIS father whipped
him like that and how it felt so good being best friends again it was
almost worth the whipping... might partly explain it.

The first time I ever got an erection while being whipped happened that
same day when my father continued the whipping in my room. I didn't even
know what sex was then, but I was getting there (and it had a LOT to do
with getting stiff as it turned out) and I guess that partly explains it
as well.

But fantasizing about my best friend sharing the absolute rage and the
terror and the humiliation I felt gets a lot more complicated. I mean up
to a point it's self-explanatory, but then when sex gets mixed in with
all that, it's NOT simple. Not anymore it's not, and then when you add a
liberal dose of guilt to all that... it gets TOTALLY fucked up.

So I guess this editorial aside isn't going to be as brief I was hoping
it would be when I started the damn thing.

Kenny went to our church. For the most part I really didn't like him that
much because more often than not he went around acting like a
sanctimonious prick, but when he was 13 and I was 12 for just awhile I
was thinking there might be some hope for him as he was going through one
of those adolescent rebellion deals. And I thought he was kind of good
looking, OK? And now that he was being rebellious and all... well, that
was cool. At 12 I really wasn't hoping for much, to honest, about all I
was HOPING for was maybe seeing him naked. Because normally he was very
modest. Like I should talk.   

But anyway. One of the major tenants of our church is keeping the Sabbath
holy. Which in practical terms means if it's fun you probably can't do it
on a Sunday. But one hot Sunday afternoon when I was over at his house
and his father was supposed to be busy possibly right on up to the
evening evangelistic services with choir practice, Kenny thought it would
be really daring to take a quick dip in their backyard pool. They lived
out near Stone Mountain, almost out in the country. So if I hadn't been
so shy, I might have just gone in bare, since there weren't any houses
right next door or anything, but as it was I opted for going in my
undies. Which was still pretty daring. Kenny, he put on his swimming
trunks. But this was after first running me out of his room. (Well,
shit!)       

Anyway, we jumped in, splashed around for a few minutes (it couldn't have
been much longer) and we were about to scamper back inside when all at
once WHAM!! the back door was flung open with such force it's a wonder
his father didn't break the hinges off. To say he looked angry would be a
major understatement and when I saw that big wicked looking leather
strap, I pissed myself, right then and there. I was still in the water,
so nobody knew about it, but DAMN! It was just a shock, you know?

"Both of you! Get out of that pool right NOW!"

So we did. I was shaking all over. Didn't know if he was going to take
that belt to me or not, but I knew it really didn't matter, because soon
as my old man found out about it... well, I'd had it, but I guess I was
shaking like that because of not knowing what was going to happen right
THEN. I stole a guick glance at Kenny and I can still see the look on his
face like it just happened. His mouth keep opening like he was trying to
say something, but nothing would come out. I don't think I'll ever forget
that. Did I look that scared when my old man was about to lay it on me? I
don't know. Possibly. And Kenny was scared shitless.

First Mr. Hughes turned his attention to me. "You're father's on his way,
but right now SIT!" and with that he pushed me towards a fold-up poolside
chair stationed in front of one of those round tables with a big beach
umbrella over it, then SHOVE, I was sitting.

"You will not move a muscle, do you understand me? You're going to SIT
there and you are going WATCH this! You're not going to say one THING,
you're just going to SEE this whether you want to or not, do you
UNDERSTAND that?"

"Yes sir" I quavered.

"Good. Just want to make sure you do. All right, You, Kenny, come
here."    

Which was on the other side of the table, in front of me. And honest to
God, I DIDN'T want to see this. "But sir-"

"Shut your mouth boy!"

Meanwhile Kenny had finally found his voice. "Dad, PLEASE!" he blubbered.
But had our positions been reversed, I would have been doing the same
thing, so I'm not holding THAT against him.

"I said come here. Now. If I have to drag you over here, I will, Kenny."

So at that point Kenny just started bawling, but having little choice, he
reluctantly shuffled up to his father looking down at the ground.

"Get your trunks off."

Kenny's head jerked up. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
(Which should ring a bell.) I thought he was going to lose it totally. I
know what he was trying to say, not in front of me, anything but THAT,
but his father was determined to teach him a lesson he'd never forget.

I still feel bad about it, so I sure haven't forgotten either. It became
the basis of too many fantasies to EVER be forgotten. Fantasies in which
it was me being made to strip naked and then being whipped in front of a
friend. Fantasies in which it happened to both of us. Neither one of us
broke though. Fantasies in which either I by myself or both of us were
whipped in front of the entire congregation. But we never broke.
Screaming in pain and dancing around in a vain attempt to escape was
permissable in that it couldn't be avoided, but we never EVER broke.

And then there was the one about a congregation even more militantly
mindless than the one I was raised up in (so we're going to EXTREMES now,
but at least it convieniently removed my father from the picture.) (Or at
least it did until the subject of Creationism came up again...) And I
seem to be wandering away here. Well OK, let's just say that The Fruitful
Church of the Holy Zombies would be having a grand old time beating the
Devil out of their children until one night when J.J. the vampire would
show up. Eventually I'm going to do a story on that I think. Even if it
might be a bit violent. You ever hear the one about the burning
bushes?       

Well, at least give me this much credit. As Kenny was turning his back to
me and fumbling with his trunks, I tried one more time. I managed to get
out "Sir, I really-"

Mr. Hughes cut me off. "J.J., if you want to leave, then you can start
walking. But you'll go just like you're dressed now. So is that how you
want it?"

"Yes!" I blurted. There. How's THAT?

"Yeah, I bet you would, J.J. I'll just bet you would." (I assume his
apparent low regard for my sense of modesty came from being discovered
swimming in my undies, but it COULD have been worse.) "No, you're going
to stay put until your father gets here." You know what? That really
sucked.     

Then he turned his attention back to his son. Who had momentarily paused
in inching his trunks down when the possibility of my leaving first had
come up, but having jerked that away, Mr. Hughes with a chuckle said,
"Come on son, we don't have all day here. They're coming off one way or
another and you might's well turn around and face your friend, because
you'll be facing him soon enough anyway."

God damn. I was fucking 12 years old, OK? And I felt VERY uncomfortable,
but the fact that I was starting to get stiff was something I just
couldn't help. I wanted to know if he had hair yet. (Yes.) How big was
it? (Fairly large.) Was it going to bounce around? (Everytime that strap
connected he'd jerk. You can't HELP but jerk. And it bounced like crazy.)
And then he started getting hard. He didn't want that to happen, but it
did. So at least I knew I wasn't unique. I'm sure it doesn't happen to
everybody, but it happens. And he got whipped for a long time.

As did I once my old man got me home. I guess I would've felt a little
better about it all if he'd whipped me right out there in front of Kenny,
but by the time he drove up, Kenny had already been sent inside. So no, I
didn't suggest it. He did curtly tell me to just get into the car though.
Still in just my wet undies. (My clothes were discretely placed in the
back seat of our car that night prior to the evening evangelistic
services.)     

So did I pop one while I was getting whipped in my room? Sure did. And
once it was finally over I looked at myself in the mirror and picturing
Kenny seeing me like that, I almost rubbed my dick raw. So THERE.

Kenny went running up front to get saved again that very night and to the
best of my knowledge he has remained so. Everything our church says he
takes hook, line and sinker without ever allowing himself to question
anything. So his father broke him and I don't guess there's much use in
my worrying about it anymore.

And sometimes when your old man looks out at you like he's about to cry,
even if just a few hours before he was beating the living shit out of
you, it's hard not to give in, but I didn't. Because I can't. I had lots
of reasons and after that afternoon, I had another.

So see, there are ways you can deal with something you have no control
over. If you make up fantasies about it, well, YOU control the outcome.
So if you want to make it worse than anything you've ever experienced,
for whatever reason, you can. And if you want to make it into a game, you
can do that too. Because YOU'RE the one who decides if he wants to play
at all. And if you want to play it with another kid who isn't going to
break, no matter what (because he's a goddamn masochist, that's why)
well, that's pretty scary all right, (you sure I can't just be a
vampire?)... but it's gonna work out.

So yes, we're about to return to Mr. Tench's basement. Still want to
play? It's your decision, but I'd go for it. It's only a game.


Mr. Tench moved behind Alexi and unsnapped his cuffs. As he was doing so
he asked, "How old are you Alexi?"

"12 sir."

Mr. Tench sighed. "Look at me Alexi. And speak up." .... "You're almost
13, aren't you?"

"Yes sir. In about a month, sir."

"But still you act like a little boy. Anything I say just seems to go in
one ear and out the other. Well, let's get you strapped into place, shall
we?" and with that he almost gently guided him over to what looked like
some sort of vaulting horse, except there were no pommels on top. It was
about three and a half feet high, and on each leg was a leather
restraint. He was trembling, but he climbed up and lay face down as his
legs and arms were snugly secured by those restraints. I could see his
brown puckered hole very plainly. The area around it was bruised. I sure
knew what that meant. I knew EXACTLY what it meant. And in a way, I was
relieved. He was just going to get fucked, that's all. So OK, if THAT was
his punishment, I guessed I could share that too. Just this one time I
could do that.       

Only in the end it was what I thought it would be from the very start
after all. It was a ratan cane I think, over 2 feet long, very narrow and
flexible. I'm sure it was specially designed for punishment. There was no
swishing it around for dramatic effect like you read about in those
English schoolboy stories, just all at once THWAP! like a shot from a .22
rifle and a split second later Alexi's head jerked up like he'd been hit
with an electric shock. I could almost feel it myself. And I could see a
long thin angry red welt popping up. THWAP! And it was like he was trying
to crawl completely over that horse. Only he couldn't go anywhere. I
could see tears starting to flow, but he still managed not to cry out.
THWAP! Right on the crease where his upper thighs met his ass cheeks.
Which got an OWW! THWAP!! Overhanded so that it landed squarely in the
crevice between his cheeks. OWW!! A lot loader this time. THWOPP!
UNDERHANDED catching his scrotum and this time he SCREAMED. Well, who
WOULDN'T?

I was biting my lip so hard it was almost bleeding. I mean there was no
WAY I expected anything like THAT. I've been whipped plenty of times,
shit sometimes I didn't think it was ever going to STOP, but not like
that. Not with a bunch of assholes laughing about it. God, I HATED every
damn one of them. But I was still hard. So I was no better than they
were. Although at least I was crying. Quietly, but I was. Then I noticed
Mr. Tench. He was looking at me. Did I see pity in his eyes?

Well, not really. "Now Alexi has five more coming, but if you'd like,
J.J., you can take his place. So what's it going to be?"

"I'll take his place sir" I blubbered. That's what I heard myself say.
But it FELT like an out-of-body experience. Because I was getting all
lightheaded. Passing out would be a good way of dealing with things
though. Maybe. Because he'd probably just revive my ass.

"Very GOOD!" said Mr. Tench, "So let me just finish up with Alexi and
I'll be right with you."

"But-"

He shot a sharp warning glance at me. I bit my lip again. Then he
released Alexi from his restraints and helped him to his feet. (Oh. I
just about blew it, didn't I?) So after snapping the cuffs on again
(hands now in front) he said, "Now just stand easy until I get J.J., then
you switch places with him, is that all right by you Alexi? "

"Yes sir" he sighed a bit brokenly. But he did seem to be calming down.
Which was nice. And it sure was nice of ME. And when this was over, he'd
BETTER be real damn appreciative. That's what I was thinking when Paul
spoke up. Who from now on would be sir or Mr. Howard to me. Even if I'm
going to be THINKING Listerine Breath.

"Uh, Phil, could I have a word with you first?" I didn't like the sound
of that.

But soon Mr. Tench and Listerine Breath were talking quietly. MR. Howard
seemed very indignant, in fact his face was a bit flushed. So why were MY
ears turning red?  

Well, whatever, it was a fairly brief conversation. Mr. Tench nodded
curtly, then said, "Alexi, I want to lean over this table (over to his
side) and spread your legs." Alexi obediantely did so. But I'm getting
really pissed. Making HIM take more punishment so he's not going to be
grateful anymore... now that REALLY sucked. (And I also felt bad for him.
I mean it just wasn't FAIR!)

Mr. Tench unsnapped my cuffs. (So it wasn't going to be Alexi after all.)
No, Mr. Tench said to me, "Before we continue, I want you to make Alexi's
bottom feel all better. With your tongue. And then I want you to clean
out his hole real good. Can you do that for us, J.J.? Just get on your
hands and knees, crawl over and give it your all. Now, let's get with
it."

So I'll dispence with the !!!! and the light-headedness and how I turned
red all over and just say it was all applicable... I mean really it was
like another out-of-body experience. And I was both in an absolute daze
and acutely aware of EVERYthing. Including the fact that I hadn't ever
done this before. But I HAD thought about it, ever since Sam did me. Only
I was sort of hoping my first time would be a bit more private. But even
so, I crawled up, hesitated, realized I COULDN'T hesitate, took a deep
breath and giving myself no more time to think, went to it.

Making his poor bottom feel better really wasn't so bad. Before long
Alexi was almost cooing with gratitude. But as I got closer and closer to
his you-know-what, his coos and sighs were becoming more heated. So
FINALLY I reached it. And he WAS a bit pungent back there, probably more
so than might have usually been the case, but you know what? After
hearing a few soft whimpers, I was almost able to forget there were 12
people watching. I certainly was curious and... well I don't know, there
was a slight shitty smell (you're surprised to hear this, yes?) a
distinct musky odor; a little stronger than expected; mixed with a faint
coppery smell like blood. But I soon surmised that I wasn't causing him
any discomfort so I was soon into my latest new experience. Even with 12
strangers watching. There was no way I could ENTIRELY forget, but damn if
I didn't start getting off on that as well. Oh the thrills of it all! I
still HAVE limits, but the frontier has been pushed back quite a bit.

Then I got my whipping. Only I wasn't strapped down over that horse. (I
think Mr. Tench's basement doubles as a torture chamber.) No, I was
secured looking up at the ceiling with my back on a little stool with my
arms tied to the legs. The stool only supported my back, but it didn't
matter as my legs were pulled wide apart and up into the air by two ropes
around my ankles. The ropes were attached to pulleys hanging from an
overhanging beam. Up up into the air went my butt. Initially I was
thinking, "Just five? Phsaw, that ain't such a big deal" but then the
firecrackers started going off. First KAPOW and I just about moved the
stool backwards. Except I couldn't. Oh God, did it ever HURT! And the
second KAPOW was worse. And it went downhill from there. But somehow I
managed not to scream until the last one hit. Because damn it all, he got
my balls TOO. That's his coup de grace I guess. But I was hard as a brick
while I was being tied down (partly because of my just finished encounter
with Alexi's behind, but also because I was so absolutely exposed I
guess) and I STAYED hard throughout the whipping. (But that last shot
almost deflated it. Really took the wind out of my sails.)       

But actually there was one MORE reason why I stayed hard. The very
biggest reason of all. The orgy had already STARTED! Everybody was
getting NAKED! And there was poor Alexi kneeling at the edge of a low
table with a Hell's Angels lookalike banging away on his ass. Looked like
he had a BIG one too. My goodness! Was Alexi's little hole ever
stretched! Alexi looked shocked and deeply concerned, but I really think
he was just play-acting. So the whipping did hurt, AWFULLY; shit, my
bottom felt like it had been held down on a hot stove; but it was over
soon enough, only THEN... I often lost sight of Alexi, as I was otherwise
occupied. If you know what I mean.
           
To be continued.

And it will be, but I'm not sure how much of this orgy can be reproduced
without getting repetitive. Orgies almost by definition ARE repetitive,
soo... I gotta think about this.

But anyway. You now know more about what makes me tick. Shit, you almost
know what I REALLY feel. So see, you now know more than Dr. Danko does.

It WILL be continued though, because now I want to know what makes Alexi
tick. I'm about as nosy as Dr. Danko is.

I guess you play the cards you're dealt the best way you know how. As in
any game, there's always the possibility you might not be making the best
play, in the end you might even lose... but then again, maybe not. It
remains to be seen. And with that, I now think I will return to the
somewhat more real world of "Understanding Sex". Although I will remind
you that to actually UNDERSTAND sex, you have to participate. Which is
what I've had in mind all along.

So yes, I will now be rejoining "Understanding Sex" for awhile. Which is
back over in the Young Friends section. Because really, I want to play
with people my own age for awhile. That's OK, isn't it? I'm hoping to
have it up by at least early next week.

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