Date: Wed, 18 May 2016 12:02:58 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: LabTech Chapter 43

The Lab Technician

Authors note: Usual caveats and warning apply, read this at your own risk,
no representation of any person, animal, vegetable or mineral intended
although if you do find yourself somewhere in this story with any of the
aforementioned just think yourself very, very lucky!

As ever all comments, ideas, suggestions, good bad or indifferent always
welcome.

Tom
email: amias09@fastmail.fm

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Chapter 43 – "One wot?"

Eight o'clock Sunday morning and it was still raining, offering an ideal
opportunity to remain in bed and quietly attend to matters of the flesh. At
least that's what Alfie thought since he had awoken with an unruly erection
that escaped the fly of his pyjamas. By three minutes past eight the
erection was rapidly deflating, the white, striped green and blue pyjamas
having absorbed all he could produce. However, that accomplished it was
still too early to get up, so he reasoned he might just catch Mark doing
something similar if he could manage to lay there quietly and listen.

Mark, still sharing the bedroom had trained himself to listen out for
extraneous sounds of friction from Alfie's direction, as confirmed by his
subconscious magically waking him at the appointed time to hear the sounds
of bedclothes rustling. Lying on his front with a hand cupping the end of
his cock and a finger massaging the frenulum it seemed as good a way as any
to follow Alfie's example to start the day.

Sophie, through the adjoining four inches of brickwork was still asleep
having carried out extensive testing of the hairbrush handle until the
early hours of the morning, all leading to the sub-text of whether Mark had
yet fixed up with the mystery boy to perform in front of her. Such rigorous
testing of both front and rear orifices wasn't just for sheer enjoyment
either, it was serious research aimed at comparing results with her equally
hormone driven school friend Patti, who was due to visit her that
afternoon.

If the collective weight of those sticky bodily secretions wasn't enough to
put the earth off it's axis, just a few houses away Martin had also been
making his own contributions, the quantity of which could well be the
tipping point.

Fuelled by memories of the previous mornings activities with Mr Maxwell,
together with the prospect of reading his very own adult magazine had
forced Martin to take to the safety of bathroom at least three times
between lunch and teatime. Then, during the early Saturday evening having
cunningly sneaked the magazine upstairs to his bedroom under his shirt, he
quite naturally couldn't wait to read it. However, the convention of family
life dictated that he spend most of the evening watching the television,
but with thoughts of the magazine awaiting him upstairs, time seemed to
pass interminably slowly. Not just slowly, but also painfully since he had
to contain and hide an erection that refused to subside during the entire
evening before he could legitimately escape to go off to bed. However, once
in his room with the door barricaded against all visitors he indulged
himself by the simple expedient of disappearing under the bedclothes where
he remained until well past midnight.

There, cocooned in the airless bedclothes, thick with the aroma of
pulsating genitals and sweaty feet, armed only with a fading torch he began
to devour the entire magazine from cover to cover. Twice in fact, during
which time propelled by the sights of dilated girly bits he was unable to
release his grip on much abused member, resulting in prematurely
ejaculating twice over his pyjamas and once over the sheet. With his energy
sapped and the pictorial education in juicy girly bits now complete, he was
left pondering two questions. First would he actually have the nerve to
expose his boy bits in exchange for viewing Sophie's girly bits, let alone
follow through with mutual masturbation? Secondly and far more timely,
having just unmercifully flayed his cock until it was almost raw and far
too tender to hold, what could he do to ease the pain! Luckily after all he
had been through, he didn't have to really think about that question for
very long since he almost immediately fell into a deep sexually orientated
sleep.

However much to his dismay, along with the dawn of Sunday morning came the
dreadful revelation that the power of over stimulation had ensured his cock
had stayed up all night. It hurt, it ached, it really did. Not only from
where the skin had all but been removed, but from being erect for far, far
too long. Very tentatively feeling beneath the bedclothes he confirmed it
was impossible to touch, finally plucking up sufficient courage to look at
it only confirmed the scale of the problem, it glowed a very, very painful
shade of red deep in the gloom of the spunk splattered bedding.

Sadly, unlike all other boys in the universe, for Martin further penile
enjoyment, the staple act of every Sunday morning since he could remember
was most definitely off the agenda. It was to be the one time he was to be
grateful for having baggy, ill fitting Y-fronts which would not chaff the
raw skin unlike the newer, tighter briefs.

In the adjoining room Andy, after his own exhaustive emotional and sexual
exploits had also fallen asleep very quickly and had dreamed all night of
cavorting and copulating with Adam in various risqué settings around a
country estate. Everything in life comes at a price and in this case the
price for hours of unending dreamlike sex was that instead of humping Adam
on a idyllic grassy knoll, Andy had been humping the mattress all
night. Shocked back to reality on waking to find his pyjamas stuck to the
bottom sheet with his cock also feeling sore and pretty fragile. He
remained in bed unable to concentrate at all, his mind still occupied with
graphic visions of Adam enhanced by occasional anal forays by not one, but
two fingers.




The Sunday morning wore inextricably on and being wet effectively contained
the three Baker offspring to the house, which in turn generated boredom and
a certain tetchiness between them. By eleven o'clock Mark has asked himself
the same question several times, just where could he go to partake of
self-abuse when it would be obvious to both Alfie and Sophie what he
intended to do. In point of fact, Alfie was in exactly the same situation
as he had been constantly thinking of what he had done with Robin in the
school bicycle sheds.

Sophie was though on this occasion the most highly sexually charged, her
previous research with the hairbrush handle having confirmed that rear
entry with enhanced frontal fingering was really very enjoyable. Anatomy
dictated that whereas a boy had to basically get to his cock to be able to
rub it, in Sophie's world it simply meant sticking a finger between her
legs, something which could be withdrawn in a split second. And, as if to
prove that very point she was sat on the edge of her bed with a finger deep
inside, her vivid imagination working overtime as to what acts could or
more hopefully would, happen when her school friend Patti arrived that
afternoon.




Midday.

"Whatever's wrong with you?"

"Wot mum? Wot, nothing, nothing." Martin turned round, not realising his
mother had been observing his decidedly jerky progress through the living
room.

"Strange, that's just what your brother said before he finally admitted
that he'd so say sprained his hip the other week!" she replied giving him a
most disbelieving look on her return to the kitchen and the task of
conjuring up some Sunday lunch.

Hugh looked up from the newspaper and knowingly raised his eyebrows,
instantly bringing some unwanted colour to Martin's cheeks, who feeling as
though his jeans were full of razor blades gritted his teeth to walk
through to the hall pretending as though there was nothing wrong at all.

"Hhmm... everything alright?"

"Yeah, yeah." from the expression on his face as he walked, it was pretty
obvious it something wasn't alright. And, that something was between his
legs.

Putting down the paper Hugh followed him to hall. "Come on then, what is it
now?"

"It's nothing dad, honest."

"You couldn't lie your way out of a paper bag could you! Now what is it?"
he smiled. "If it's not terminal and only your usual embarrassing boy type
stuff I can at least try and put your mother off the trail for you!"

"It's nothing." Martin really was incapable of lying his way out of the
said paper bag.

"Really." Hugh smiled. "Looks like a pretty painful nothing to me!"

Aware that after the honesty of masturbating over the landing carpet
episode he could now admit the truth to his father, in some ways despite
the embarrassment it had made him feel a lot closer to his father. He
looked very furtively round and whispered.

"Dad, truth is I think something's made me willy a bit sore!"

"What? You mean that something on the end of your arm!" Hugh smiled,
feeling it was also for him a truly fatherly bonding moment to be trusted
with what all boys would regard as their most embarrassing secret.

"Dad!" he was already blushing.

"So it's not life threatening then?"

"No, don't think so, just bit sore."

"Well go to the bathroom and find something to put on it."

"Dad, you won't say nothing will you? Not even to Andy, `cause it's all
really sorta embarrassing innit?"

"No, of course I won't, but can't you just leave it alone for a night!"
smiling he put his hand on Martin's shoulder and added what he really
thought. "I wonder if there are that many boys who can have this sort of
conversation with their father?"

"Dunno, maybe not." Martin was more than a little stuck for a reply, he
turned away and blinked. Bonding on this level felt really good. "Oh
dad.. uumm.."

"Let's leave it at that, I don't think we need say much more." it was now
Hugh who blinked. "Now listen and moving on, since I've just helped you
will you help me?

"Yeah, wot?" he sniffed.

"Seriously, can you find out what's wrong with Andy, he's been really quiet
since yesterday, I can only think it's all to do with the homosexual
thing. Now if it is, I really don't want mum going on at him, you know what
I mean?"

"Yeah, I thought he was quiet as well."

"Yes, well it's rather obvious when he stops being a bundle of fun isn't
it?"

"Dad, I must go and put something on me.. on me.. well y'know," although
red in the face he managed to grin, "and I'll see wot I can find out for
you later."




Early afternoon.

Martin's cock felt far more comfortable with a liberal application of the
Nivea hand lotion, courtesy of the new bottle as purchased by Andy. With
the rain having temporarily ceased and feeling moderately reinvigorated
Martin decided that as it wasn't too far walk to Mark's house he would make
the effort. The plan of course was to relay the exciting news that he had
acquired his very own pornographic magazine and that mysteries of the
female form were becoming much less of a mystery. Not daring to actually
take the magazine from it's hiding place on top the wardrobe, he set off
hoping to arrange with Mark a suitable time and a safe place where they
could meet up and read it together.

"Oh you! Yeah! Well wot's want then?" opening the front door, Sophie was a
positive picture of petulance and recognised Martin from seeing him in the
street.

"Uumm..." stuttered Martin, he retreated a couple of steps back up the
garden path.

"Yeah? Well? Wot? I `spose you wanna play with me little brother?" she
smirked.

Sophie wasn't much taller than Alfie, standing on the doorstep she leaned
provocatively against the door frame, not exactly looking like the
welcoming lady of the house, in fact more like a trainee lady of the night,
being very disappointed that it was not her friend Patti who had rung the
doorbell.

Martin being unused to talking to girls was genuinely scared stiff. Trying
not to look intimidated, he certainly felt it since there was little doubt
that she did indeed appear to live up to the expletives that Mark had used
to describe her. If this were the Sophie that he was supposed to masturbate
in front of, he just knew he could never go through with it, one
disparaging look from her and his cock would instantly wither away, maybe
even drop off in the street.

"Well, wot d'you want then?" she snapped in her best fourteen year old
hormonal manner, pushing her minimal, but padded breasts out as she did so.

"Is Mark in?"

"Think so. You don't wanna play with Alfie then!"

A strange feeling had suddenly engulfed Martin. He looked at the tiny blue
denim skirt thinking if only it were an inch shorter he could see exactly
what he wanted without the need to be humiliated by producing his battered
cock. That strange feeling was accompanied by a more familiar feeling, he
knew he was starting to get hard and automatically glanced down to check,
something immediately noticed by the sex starved Sophie. It was then he had
a brainwave, in fact it was a very daring brainwave at that and required
that he accidentally on purpose, drop his front door key on the
ground. With her standing on the doorstep above him, for a couple of
seconds there was a superb view of what appeared to be her damp panties as
he fumbled around on the garden path for the key.

"You dirty pervert you been bloody looking up at me..." she gasped in
outrage, since for her being the victim it was an unheard of new
experience, even if she had been slouching on the doorstep rather like the
aforesaid trainee lady of the night.

Something verging on the heterosexual had happened to Martin in those few
seconds, his cock had become rigid and so much so that it had replicated a
virtual marquee in the front of his jeans.

"Uumm... oh fuck no!" he grunted in dismay and again glanced down,
something he immediately realised he should not have done. There wasn't
much else he could say, a civilised conversation with the simmering Sophie
seemed quite impossible.

"Fuck you too!" she hissed pointing a red painted fingernail at his
jeans. "Yer just a little wanker! You pervert, you gone hard `cause yer
been looking up at me panties!"

"Fuck!" he repeated, she was quite correct on both counts. Should he turn
and run for it or try and face her down?

"I got it!" she exclaimed triumphantly, still unable to take her eyes his
jeans. "It's you innit? Yer the one ain't you?"

"The one wot?"

"Yer the boy wanker that Mark's got lined up... you knows wot I mean, don't
you!"

"The boy wanker that Mark's got lined up for wot?" interrupted Mark
suddenly appearing in the doorway behind her. "Wot the fucks going on?"

"He's the one who's gonna do it with me isn't he?" asserted Sophie pointing
again to a catastrophically worried looking Martin, the conversation having
already made matters a little moist between her legs. "And, he's gotta gert
hard on to prove it!"

Martin was speechless, if not more than a little red in the face and very
hard in the trouser department. However, it had just been described a gert
hard on!

Shoving a hand in his pocket to calm his own expanding member Mark looked
at Martin's jeans, the fly looked close to bursting open, it was a fine
sight even if poor Martin was bright red with embarrassment. "Well I don't
know wot he's gonna do with you, so you'd better tell us. Wot it is you
want him to do then?"

"You fucking knows!" protested Sophie dropping all claim to being a demure
young lady by using the parlance of the girls only school she
attended. "He's the wanker!"

"You wanna watch yer fucking language!" said Mark. "No, I don't fucking
knows!"

Incredibly embarrassed, Martin was also feeling very, very relieved that
Mark had appeared, he certainly knew how to handle his sister and it was
becoming an object lesson in sibling style tact.

"Alright there, Soph? Who's these two? Seen their cocks yet? Which one you
gonna have?"

Patti had arrived. And how! Mark and Martin looked at each other scared
witless.

Barely fourteen, but going on twenty-five with an excess of make-up to
match, she looked just as Sophie's mother had feared, a style not unlike
the spelling of her name, Patti! Having tottered her way up the garden path
in some very unsuitable high heeled shoes, a tiny black mini skirt to rival
Sophie's blue one and a white blouse barely able to contain all the
stuffing that comprised the over-large prosthetic breasts of her junior
padded bra.

Patti's first action was to look at both boys, particularly the front of
their jeans. For whilst Sophie may have thought she was the bees knees when
it came to matters of the opposite sex, her's was all in the mind. Whereas
Patti who came from a family of four and had followed her three sexually
charged brother's development extremely closely. No stranger to secretly
observing their solo performances she had begun to receive helpful
hands-on, self-lubricating tuition from her eldest brother when she was
nine.

"Fucking hell, who's this?" asked Mark somewhat apprehensively, he too
being very much a virgin when it came to talking to strange girls, Patti
was certainly strange!

Martin quaked, if he'd thought Sophie was something of a man eater, it was
nothing compared to the worldly impression that Patti had cultivated.

"It's me friend, Patti from school innit you daft bugger!"

Sophie sneered at Mark and clamped her legs together trapping the soggy
cotton, already thoughts of what they might get up to in her bedroom
flashed through her mind.

"Does mum know she's coming here?" Mark's voice had more than a hint of
disbelief, he distanced himself from Patti lest she should suddenly leap on
him and rip his clothes off. "Bloody hell, you mean she's in your class?"

"Course she is. Come on Patt's, let's go up to me room and leave these
two... little boys!" crowed Sophie, ignoring Mark she turned around to go
inside, nodding at the frightened Martin. "See Patt's, I got him all
excited, I reckon he's cum in his pants!"

Like Sophie, Patti knew no shame and confirmed it by swivelling round on
the doorstep, albeit with some high heeled difficulty to inspect Martin's
bulging jeans.

"Might have. If he ain't made a mess I'll rub it for him if he wants,
`cause I've made all me brothers cum in their pants bloody loads of times!"

"I don't think it's very big though, d'you?" added Sophie who absolutely
delighted in humiliating any boy and Martin seemed particularly susceptible
to her barbs.

"Nah, he'd probably go soft," replied Patti with an air of total distain
looking the petrified Martin up and down, "or make more of a mess in his
pants!"

"Sophie! So who is this?"

Even Sophie froze on hearing her name. They looked round to see that Alison
had now appeared to find out what all the noise was about, very luckily she
had just missing hearing the last comment.

At which juncture Alfie also pushed his head enquiringly around the door to
see both Mark and Martin looking absolutely horror struck and in awe of the
pouting Patti. "Hello Mart... oh.. wot.. who.. who's that... cor blimey!"

"Is this.. is this Patti then?" asked Alison, her voice unable to disguise
the incredulity in reconciling the overdressed and heavily made up Patti as
a pupil in Sophie's class.

"Yeah, she got them shoes on that I wanted, see her mum let's her wear
'em!"

"Well you're not and that's that!" decreed Alison firmly much to Sophie's
annoyance.

Very wisely Alfie decided the last thing he wanted was to get involved with
girls if this is how they turned out, he'd be much safer with Terry and
Spunky. Pulling a face he winked at Martin and scurried off back to safety
of his new bedroom, where he had been helping finish tidying after the
redecoration as it was time to move in.

"My god, how old is she?" remarked Alison watching Patti wobbling her way
after Sophie into the house.

"Fourteen, I think." said Mark, his voice and knees somewhat weak.

"I wonder what her parents are like to let her out like that, she's asking
for trouble!"

"Shit!" said Martin to Mark after Alison had gone back inside. "Is all
girls like that?"

"I fucking hope not!" Mark managed a weak smile. "Maybe we're better off
wanking with just the pictures of `em, so where's that magazine hidden?"




Andy knew he hadn't been the same since his chance meeting with Adam, now
it really was time to talk it all through with somebody who really
understood. Having considered speaking to his father he had finally decided
against it, since in all honesty Hugh could not truly comprehend what he
was going through, his tangled emotions being something only another
homosexual could grasp. Determined to face the problems he slipped out of
the house not long after Martin had left to see Mark, his intention being
to see if either Tim or Peter were about and able to help. Tim's rented
house was the nearest and the first port of call, although much to Andy's
disappointment there was no reply to his knock nor a sign of Tim's car.

Arriving at Peter's flat he was pleased to see that the blue mini was
outside and so hopefully, Peter would be inside. Having rung the doorbell
to no avail and feeling very dejected Andy walked slowly down the garden
path to the car.

"Andy, is that you?"

He swung round to see Peter standing by the door. "Pete, I thought you were
out."

"Uumm.. no," Peter offered no other explanation, "oh, what d'you want?"

By the time Andy had retraced his steps back to the front door it was
pretty obvious to Peter that he wasn't looking particularly happy,
something underlined by the flat tone of his voice. "Could we talk?"

"Uumm.. I suppose..." unusually, Peter sounded rather hesitant at first,
then smiled, "yes, yes of course come on in then."

"I'm not feeling very good Pete.."

"I can see that, let's get inside and you can tell me what's going on."
Peter walked through to the living room.

"Oh bloody hell.. I, I didn't know.." Andy stopped mid sentence on seeing
Tim sat on the sofa and by the look of it was buttoning up his shirt. "Are
you.. uumm.. oh fuck! I mean, d'you want me go?"

"Andy, no! Don't be bloody silly, Tim he's only just popped in on the off
chance rather like you have, I'll make some coffee." Peter smiled and
indicated Andy should sit down on the sofa.

"Coffee, thought he'd never ask." said Tim, he turned to Andy. "Are you
having trouble again?"

"Yeah, I'm, I'm... all fucked up!" Andy bit his lip. "Tim, I dunno wot I'm
doing."

It was just as Peter had said in that Tim had just popped in, which was
perfectly true except for omitting the fact he had actually popped in the
previous evening and spent the night there.

"Well three heads are better than one, so between us lets hope we can sort
you out a bit. Is it, what's his name again.. uumm.. Adam?"

"Adam." Andy screwed his eyes up and clenched his fists. "Yeah."

"Right kettle on, now where were we?" said Peter returning.

"Nowhere really." replied Andy. "I don't think I can cope `cause I can't
think of nothing except Adam and..."

"And?" asked Tim.

"Nothing."

"Right, well you better tell us what's triggered this," said Peter glancing
at Tim, "I was under the impression that you sort of had it under control."

"So was I." Andy looked at the carpet. "See yesterday I went into town and
bumped into him shopping... and well, we chatted and I suggested we go to
Leigh Park, you know that gert big public park place?"

"So," said Tim as if he couldn't guess, "now why did you want to do that?"

"Well.. so we could.. y'know," Andy flushed, "so we could wank each other I
`spose. He wanted to go, he really did... well we both did!"

"And, carry on, so what then?" said Peter. "I don't mean the details, but
generally what happened?"

Slowly and tearfully, Andy explained what had happened with Adam. The fact
he had been buggered by a fifteen year old and the aftermath of them both
expressing feelings for each other had both Tim and Peter wondering exactly
just what to say.

"Does he know how old you are?" said Tim. "Seems to be the root of the
problem."

"No." he shook his head. "He thinks I'm just driving at seventeen or
whatever it is."

"And, what do you think he'll do when he finds out you're nearly six years
older?"

"Tell me fuck off I expect! And, he's me brothers best friend as well, it's
a mess."

"Sad to say, but it does sound like it." said Peter.

"Yeah and the law doesn't help at all." agreed Tim as Andy again verged on
tears.

"Right." Peter raised his eyebrows at Tim and took the opportunity to
disappear and make the coffee. "Back in a minute."

"Drink this." Peter put a mug on the table in front of him. "Andy, I'm
going to spell it out and it's something you probably won't want to
hear. You'll be twenty-one in three or four weeks or whatever it is, so
what you gonna do then? Technically then you'd be having sex with a minor,
that means prison if you are caught, d'you see?"

"Now listen Andy," said Tim leaning forward, "when I was at university I
was infatuated with a seventeen year old who used to help doing the gardens
and that."

"And?" Andy looked up, hopefully expecting to hear the solution to his
problem.

"And, so I know just how you feel." Tim paused and took a deep breath. "If
it helps you to know, I still can't really think about him now or it might
set me off."

"So, so how.. well, but, wot happened, how d'you get over it?" asked Andy.

"Luckily, his parents moved away somewhere and he had to go as well, which
made the decision for both of us. Believe me Andy, I was totally fucked up
by it and so was he, so I really do know what you're feeling."

"I can't add to that Tim, I'm sorry." Peter looked at Tim.

"No, I suppose not." said Tim quietly.

"Seems to me the problem is the law. In that if you and Adam are happy to
continue and sort it out somehow with your brother," said Peter thinking as
he spoke, "then the obstacle is the fact you are, as near as damn it
legally a twenty-one year old adult who is having sex with a fifteen year
old boy."

"I guess that's about the bottom line." said Tim. "It's all very well if
you can get away with it, but suppose you get caught or somebody's parents
find out!"

"Fuck! I know, that's really worrying me. I dunno wot can I do?"

"You could tell him the truth, it'll be painful though." suggested
Peter. "Even just telling him you age might be enough to do the trick,
although it sounds like he might understand."

"You might end up with a similar problem to that I've been through and
still have," said Tim, "I mean, the fact I still can't think about him."

"Oh.. so how d'you cope?" asked Andy rather nervously. "I don't think I
can."

"Yes, well, first you need somebody you can really talk too and I think
between us we've got that part sorted, haven't we Pete?"

"Yer right, without you two, I dunno wot I'd be doing. But wot else then?"

"That's the really tricky bit and was explained to me like this." said Tim.

"Go on then." said Andy in a very resigned voice. "I gotta be brave haven't
I?"

"I think so, but better to do it now before it becomes far too intense to
be able to do anything." Peter smiled. "It won't be easy, but we'll help."

"So here's what I was told and it sounds silly, but it worked." replied Tim
after a few moments. "What you have to do is collect all your thoughts of
him and put them in an imaginary box at the back of your mind, then put the
lid on it and keep it on so no thoughts of him can escape from the box."

Even Andy could see from Tim's expression it was obvious that he was still
affected by thoughts of the boy who lived in box at the back of his mind.

"And," continued Tim after a pause, "for a long time you have to keep him
in that box and not dare think of him, eventually though you will be able
to let him out briefly in your thoughts... just like I'm doing now."

"Oh." said Andy quietly.

"It's not easy and if you let him out too for long," Tim was now looking at
the floor, "for too long and you'll never get him back inside the box and
you'll be back at square one. Do you understand?"

"I thinks so." Andy nodded and wiped his eyes. "But, I don't know if I
can."

"Bloody hell, what a great way to look at it." said Peter.

"We'll help you keep him inside the box, but it's going to be bloody
difficult what with him being your brothers best mate as well." said
Tim. "Honestly Andy, I think it's for the best. The hard part is getting
him in that box in the first place. Just think about it for a bit and let
us know, before you get any more involved."

"Yeah alright." Andy nodded.

He was already thinking about it and also thinking that whilst Adam might
be the focus of his emotions he knew he was also very attracted to other
boys, more so the younger ones. It was something he dare not admit to even
Tim and Peter since his current fantasies also encompassed Mark, especially
the plump Robin and even Alfie.

"Andy, so what are doing now?" asked Peter.

"I dunno, why d'you want me to go?"

"No, I wondered if you wanted to watch something to take your mind off
Adam."

Peter looked at Tim and winked, a second later he smiled and nodded.

"Wot? Wot is it then? I could do with cheering up."

"Well, contrary to what we've just been saying you're going to have to
forget all we said about the law and pretend you're twenty-one!" Peter
grinned. "It's up to you."

"Wot, but well, I mean wot is it?" even Andy managed a weak smile. "You
sure?"

"You see, just before you'd arrived Tim and I were thinking of doing
something, that you might like to watch!" said Peter watching Andy's
surprised reaction.

"Hhhmm, you might even want to try it yourself!" added Tim with a grin.

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Chapter 44 to follow