Date: Wed, 2 Oct 2002 18:57:29 -0400
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: looking for answers chapter 2

This story is fiction. It has come from my imagination. Any name's or
places are coincidental. To make sure I picked names from a book and added
the entire private characteristic's that a story needs.

This is about a subject that is taboo for most people. The relationships
between a man and a boy/boys. If this kind of story upsets you or you are
not over the age of 18 then please go to Nifty's archives to choose a more
interesting subject to read.

I am grateful for all the mails that I have received and hope that this
part will answer a few more of the questions that went in search of
answers.

Thank you to Nifty for allowing this story to be included in their files.
Part 2 follows the friendship between Simon a property owner and Patrick,
known as patch who is 12.



                            Looking for answers

                                  Part 2



Today started off like any other day for me. I collected rent then banked
the money, had lunch then repeated the same thing in the afternoon. It
might have seemed boring but it was my life and work all in one. I never
got bored with it and everyone looked forward to giving me money, hand a
cup of tea or coffee, which was a relief for some.

I arrived at Patrick's mum's house to find her in a bit of a state. Cup in
hand she asked for my help.

"Simon you are just the person who can help me. Its Patrick's birthday at
the weekend and I have to get things sorted out. I told him he could invite
his friend Alan but with work and things I wont be able to give him all the
attention he should get. Would you like to come?"

Of course I offered to help.

"Sue.  Why don't you have the party/meal at my house? If you have to work
then we will have fun while you are there then make it that it's your
suggestion Patch and Alan if he is allowed can stay overnight with me. Any
problems and we will sort them out as it happens. I know it is hard for you
to do everything but you plan it and I will help."

"Simon you are a real friend. I will ask Alan's parents if they would allow
him to stay with Patrick's Uncle after the party."

"Sue that sounds great. If you give me his address then I will drop the
boys off after we have finished. How does that sound?"

"Simon you are silly. You are the Uncle. Do you think that Patrick would
want to stay anywhere else than with you? You have taken quite a shine to
my son haven't you?"

"Sue he is a great boy. After the mishap before we had a long chat and I
found out more about him than maybe any one else could. He is a fine boy,
you should be very proud."

Sue was red with embarrassment. It was clear that the work she did never
got noticed. After all she was his mum but today she had been told that she
was special. It was as if all those years of work had been noticed.

"Sue what are you going to get for his birthday? I ask because I would not
like to get him the same."

"I do not expect you to buy him anything. You are already doing so much for
him, no, for us. I have to make a choice. He needs some school clothes, he
has asked me for a mountain bike but that would take me a year to save
for. He did want a television for his room but I think the clothing and a
radio cassette player would do the trick. What do you thing Simon?"

I took everything into perspective. Single woman, working at a poorly paid
job, making sacrifices for the sake of her son.

"Sue you are very special and I am sure that whatever you decide then he
will love it no matter what."

>From the other end of the street I heard "Simon." I looked around to see
Patch running to the house. In tow was another boy who was a bit smaller
than him. You could tell it was the end of school. Clean and ironed he left
for school; dirty and dishevelled was the result of a day at school. I had
to smile when this scruff ran into his mother's arms. The other boy was a
bit less dirty but just as pleased to be out of school.

"Simon. What are you doing here so late?"

"Collecting the rent as usual."

"Its great to see you again."

Patch threw his arms around me. I was slightly embarrassed. Sue did not
seem to worry. She was not concerned that her son was hugging a man that
was until a week ago nothing to do with the family what so ever. I thought
I had better pull him off but then again I was pleased that I was having
some effect upon the runaway kid.

"Simon this is my friend Alan."

"Hello there Alan it is nice to meet you."

With that done the boys ran off to get a drink shouting, "Mum can we have
some biscuits?"

"Simon I think my son has taken a real shine to you. I have always thought
him to be shy but my son giving a stranger a bigger hug than his dear old
mum, in front of a school friend no less, well that sure opened my eyes."

"Sue I am sorry. I was not expecting that at all. Maybe you should speak to
him if it worries you that much?"

"Simon, do not be silly. It was wonderful to see him like that. I hope that
you took no offence at his behaviour?"

I was surprised that she was pleased and did not need to ask why her son
had behaved in such a manner. It was the first time after we first met that
I did feel genuinely relaxed in her company.

"Well I do not think there is any problem with the get together at your
house. I also have no problem with Patrick staying with you. Knowing that
he is with someone who cares about his safety makes me feel happy. Maybe my
son coming to you after that night was a message to us all. One thing I
will ask is that you not discuss Patrick running away from home and the
reasons why. I think we understand but Alan is quiet so it might stop what
seems to be a good friendship for them both."

I shouted goodbye and walked to the car. I had already made plans for
Patch's birthday. I had to be very careful. I was in the mind to spend a
fortune because I loved him. I remember what I was told a long time
ago. "Parents know what is best for their children so do not try and think
otherwise."

I was a busy little bee over the next few days. I had made arranged with
Sue that we would have to all meet at 1pm. This would give her the time
with Patch before she had to do the extra work to pay for the extra things
she needed. She had called me to say that because of a mixture of things
the clothing she was going to buy was put on the back shelf. She had got
the radio/cassette and the other things would be coming before Patch
started his autumn term.

I think that you can see where this was all going. I of course went myself
to the shop that supplied the clothing for his school and bought the things
he would need. It was a bit over the top. I fell in love with a very smart
coat that would be perfect for the winter; I just had to have it.

I promise not to hide anything so after wrapping everything, Patch had 3
pairs of trousers, 6 shirts, 3 shorts, assorted briefs and boxers, 12 pairs
of socks and 2 pairs shoes black with the trainers to boot. I knew all the
sizes. Anyone who asks how I knew did not read the first chapter clearly.

My final two items were a large box with a television in specially marked
with love Mum. A large envelope that contained a sheet of paper in, A4
size.  It read I am too tired now.

Things were coming to a head. I had never done something like this
before. I was getting genuinely excited. Sue was prepared and I did not
tell her what I had done because I was to scared that she would be angry
forcing me to return everything and my life would be over. I played a very
dangerous game.

The weekend came. They were going to come at 12 now. Sue wanted a bit more
time. I had made all the arrangements my end including a few last minute
things so now I was just left to pace up and down waiting for the time to
come. I forgot to offer to collect them in my car. How stupid can you get?
The presents were all wrapped and hidden so I was left drinking coffee
while I sat on the chair near the door looking for them. I was a wreck.

Well it was just before 12 when the bus arrived. The boys disembarked first
carrying there bags. Sue followed. Patch was clearly hyper being that it
was after all his birthday. He was hyper; I was pacing like a man waiting
for the firing squad. Sorry I digressed.

I was at the door when they all arrived. A quick hug from Sue while Alan
shook hands just like his father would have, strong and firm. Patch was the
last to arrive. Ignoring all the others he slipped of his shoes and climbed
upon the chair. Just as I remember, he held and hugged me as if his own
life depended on it. I was not thinking about the others so when I said
"Happy birthday patch", he gave me a kiss which did not go amiss by the
others.

"Patrick, stop trying to eat Simon I am sure you will have lots to eat
soon."

I laughed, so did patch. There we were arm in arm without a care in the
world. Sue was not taking notice now while Alan was just waiting to be told
where to sit.

The phone rang; I got the call I had been waiting for.

"Patch put you shoes on, before you take off your jackets I want to show
you something."

When I opened the door for them to go through a Silver Limousine drew
up. The driver got out put on his peaked cap then went straight to patch.

"Am I right? Are you the young man who has his birthday today?"

Patch looked at me, he looked at his mum who shook that she knew nothing
about it. Patch even tried to look at Alan.

"Sir would like to get in. I understand that your name is Patrick. I am
very honoured to be your driver and if I might say your sister is very
beautiful."

I almost blew chunks trying to stop myself laughing.

"Mum he thinks you are my sister. Driver this is my Mother."

"How can someone so young be a mother? She is very pretty."

We all had a good laugh getting into the car.

"Where are we going Simon?"

I ignored the question deciding that ignorance was the best thing going. It
was when we arrived at the restaurant that patch and I went to after he had
run away that all was understood. Patch was the first out but before he
could go through the door the headwaiter came out.

"Good afternoon young man it is very nice to see you again. Your table is
ready."

We all followed. It was the looks that made this all worthwhile. We had a
lovely table in a quiet section of the restaurant.

"Right here are your menu's and your champagne will be with you shortly."

Sue was looking very worried.  I whispered that she was to have fun and not
to worry about a thing.

I could go on about what we ate and drink, also what it cost and how one or
two of us passed out when we heard the cost but no. The best bit was when
the waiters singing happy birthday brought a cake. Alan just smiled while
Sue had a little sniff. It was however Patch that made this all
worthwhile. A single tear escaped before he could stop it. He smiled at me,
Sue followed everything with a laugh, and so did Alan. Patch held my hand
for a brief millisecond. That was enough. That moment said more than
anything ever could. The car took us home with the conversation about how
much more of the cake could have been eaten combined with things like
wonderful time. The driver dropped us all off then left just as quickly as
he had arrived that morning.

In the house we all relaxed in the chairs while I made a pot of coffee with
coke for the children.

"Patch what did you get for your birthday?"

"Mum gave me this neat radio cassette. I will be able to play
everything. Once I get my pocket money then I will save for some music."

"That's very good. There is something however that you might like to get
for me. Can you get that large black sack from the bedroom and give it to
me?"

Patch true to being asked carried this bag heavy as it might straight to
me.

"There is a label on this. It says "To Patrick with all my love Mum."

Sue looked at me and I ignored her. Patrick was looking at all the parcels
that contained the clothing. One by one he opened them and the eyes gave
way the fact of how pleased he was. Sue became the holder of all the
unwrapped clothing. I told patch to pack them carefully in the bag then he
would be able to take them home safely. The things were not crushed they
were neatly packed up so they did not get dirty. He loved the black boxers
saying he would wear them for bed.

"Patch lets just try this now."

Slowly he opened the big box that revealed the coat. It fitted him like a
glove, even if it was a coat.

Sue looked at me then said that she could never afford all the clothing. I
told her that she had already paid for it. "The coat was a gift from me."

"Now patch mum said I was to give you this last. She has been working very
hard."

A box bigger than the last was revealed. I had never seen a child go quite
so mad almost smothering his mother while bouncing up and down and that's
before he had even taken the television out of the box.

"Patrick you are so very lucky. My parents would not have done all this for
me. Your mum must be very special. If one day you do not want her any more
can I have her?"

This brought out laughter from us all. I went for the coffee when Sue came
in and asked me how she was going to pay for it all.

"Sue when you arrived today do you remember that boy who jumped up to see
me and within plain view of you and his friend kissed a perfect stranger?"

"Yes."

"Well Patch willingly gave that to me for nothing more than being his
friend. I am giving something back to the mother of my friend. Patch will
not know about this. He thinks it was you and that's the way I want this to
be. It has been my pleasure to see the happiness in Patch's face, the same
happiness that I felt when I was given something that meant the world to
me. His trust and friendship."

"Simon what I saw was just a bit more than friendship. My son has looked at
you and has seen something he never had .His father never loved him he
loved the drink but now he has you. I hope that does not upset you to hear
that from me?"

We both hugged and when we returned Alan was helping Patch to read the
instructions for his television.

"I will bring all the things with me when I bring them home tomorrow that
is of course if they are allowed to stay."

Patch's head whipped round, sounding like the crack of a whip, looking for
his mothers answer.

"If I did not let him stay he might run away fore good this time. Patrick
is now a year older so I think he can be trusted to be good."

"Sue, Patch might but who can say if I will?"

It was soon 4pm and Sue had to leave for work. She thanked me again for
making it such a nice day. Patch and Sue walked to the bus stop just in
time to catch the late bus. Patch ran back catching Alan and I clearing
up. Between us we made quick work of the mess and the rubbish was removed.

The strangest part of that day started just then. I was talking to Alan
trying to make him feel less left out when Patch stood right next to me. It
was strange but different when it happened. With Alan close by Patch
climbed on my lap then started to kiss me. It was not the quick kiss to say
hello or goodbye but the long kind that you never want to stop. When our
lips parted Alan saw the tongues touch. I held him tight while patch was
doing all he could expressing his passion without the use of words.

"Patch what is happening?"

"Sorry Alan I forgot that you were here."

"I have never seen my cousin kiss his girlfriend the way that you kissed
your uncle."

I saw patch look into the air.

"Alan listen. You are my best friend. I love my uncle and I hope he loves
me. I hope in all my heart that if he loves me as much as I do him then I
am happy. I am not strange just different. Can I trust you?

"You mean that you like boys better than girls? What does your mum say and
who else knows?

"You are the first person who I can trust to tell. My mum does not even
know and I do not want her to know."

"Okay."

Patch jumped from my lap and threw his arm around his friend.

"Hey patch its cool but don't be getting all that touchy with me just yet."

I had to smile because of the "just yet." I was well aware now of the
feeling that Patch had. The comments from his mum were a mystery. I was
sure that she knew how patch felt. I thought again then questioned that.

"Patch I have found this. It is addressed to you. I have to put my coat
away but you can tell me what is says if it is not to personnel."

Patch opened the envelope with Alan watching over his shoulder.

"Simon it say's that I am to tired now. What does it mean?"

>From the hall I walked out with a Mountain Bike. Patch froze; I watched
the paper he had been reading from fall to the floor.

"Hey patch. You get it two tired, that's funny."

As if in slow motion patch walked over to me. Everything had gone quiet.

"Is that for me Simon?"

I could not joke about it so I just said the obligatory "Happy Birthday
Patch."

"Its great. Mum said that it would be another year before she would have
some extra money."

I watched him take it allowing me to sit down. It was as if he was in
possession of a rare item. His touch covered every part of the bike. The
saddle got the most attention. The seat was adjusted to perfection. It did
not matter what colour it was, it was blue, and it was a bike. His very
own. I remember when I brought the chair for behind the door. I gave it all
the love and attention I could, I watched as Patch did the same to his new
bike.

"Patch do you know that is has 15 gears. It's a professional model. You are
so lucky."

Alan was not envious just in awe at the sight of this bike. It had lights
as well as a pump. At the rear was a special carrier so that he might carry
his bag to school, that is if he took it to school at all.

I sat and watched the conversation between the two boys. Alan was excited
for Patch but he was just overcome. I suggested that the bike be put in the
hall for the evening and then we could all have a drink. With extreme
precision Patch threaded it through the chairs carefully. Alan sat next to
me.

"I bet Patch likes his bike when he starts to ride it. Are you really an
uncle or are you and patch like boyfriend and boyfriend?"

I looked at Alan but I could see that he was embarrassed at what he said.

"Do not worry Alan. Patch and I are very special friends. We have spent
time together before."

"I hope that I am not being nosey Simon, but have you and Patch done thing
together?"

"I do not think that it is right for me to answer that. Patch is your
friend why don't you ask him?"

Patch came to the settee. Alan was looking towards him.

"What? What is going on?"

I looked at him when Alan spoke.

"Patch, do you and your uncle ever do things together?"

There was not a shocked look from Patch just a smile. He walked over to
Alan then sat next to him.

"Simon and I have been good friends. If you are asking what I think you are
then what would you say or feel if I told you yes? Do you think that I
would ever try something with you Alan?"

It was not for sometime before I saw Patch holding Alan's hand trying so
hard to be honest with his friend. Alan as if by slow motion looked down at
his hand in his friends then looked up, right into his eyes. I wondered who
was finding this conversation easier, Alan or Patch. If it had been Alan I
wondered why he never pulled away. I watched the two boys sit hand in
hand. It was as if was not in the room. Patch took his free hand and
stroked very gently his friends face with little reaction. Did Alan
understand? Did he want to stay or was he to scared to move.

"Well Alan, will it make a difference what happened? It will not matter at
all to me. A long time ago I wondered what would happen if I took things
between us further. I mean if I wanted to kiss you would you run away or
not. I never tried to do anything that would hurt or destroy our
friendship. It made me sad to think that I had a special friend who could
not see me for what I am."

They still held hand when Patch reached across and planted a kiss on his
friend's cheek. Many children when given a kiss wipe it away quickly making
some derogatory remark like Yuk. It was just like a script that had been
practiced many times. Each holding one another's hand while the other rose
to touch each other's cheek.

Follow my leader. I remember that from my primary school. Patch ran his
fingers through Alan's hair. Alan did the same to patch. I watched while
they each managed to go further than they both thought they ever
would. When the kiss on the lips happened, it was just like a scene from a
movie. It was a story of love that had suddenly exploded in celluloid for
every one to see. The kiss was soft. It was not urgent. It was not rushed
it just happened.

"I better go and clear up. I can see that you two might like to be alone."

Both boys laughed. Some spittle that lingered from the kiss was wiped
away. In the minute that all this happened they both seem to change. When I
was at school there was this girl who always wanted to hold my hand. I
shudder now thinking about this but I was witnessing the same act but
between two boys. They did help clear up but they never, in the time we
cleaned, stop looking at each other. I was wondering what I should
do. Should I say nothing? May be let them sleep in my bed rather than in
singles? I even took time to plan the talk so that both boys knew what they
were about to begin. I smiled at the thought of how I was going to get them
apart.

"Now then you had better decide who would take a bath first. It is not that
late but I think we better get it done and out of the way."

It was Alan who took the first while Patch and I got some milk ready for
cocoa. When Alan returned wearing just his red boxers, Patch almost walked
into the door. I had to laugh. Alan sat with me while listening to the
water.

"I am sorry Simon. I do not know what came over me but I just had to kiss
him. Is that wrong?"

Now I was at an impasse. My big mouth and me could have spoilt everything.

"I would have rather you kissed me but I suppose that I cannot be greedy."

Has anyone ever wished for the ground to open up and swallow him or her
whole? I had made a deliberate mistake. I was going to talk about Patch
when I ended up making a pass at his friend. Alan never got up and walked
away he just sat there looking at me. I have to tell you that a boy who is
12 not quite hitting puberty sitting next to you in nothing but boxer
shorts is a little scary but the thoughts I had went way past that. Patch
returned all washed and he was wearing the black boxers that were purchased
for him. Both boys looked wonderful. Alan quickly told Patch what I had
said. I could feel myself getting redder and hotter.

"That's my uncle Simon all over. He loves boys especially when they have
nothing but boxer shorts on."

Patch came to me and we hugged. It was a great feeling to hold this near
naked boy. The soft material that covers his bum was a tease yet I was not
quite sure what to do when I realised that my hands had gone beneath the
material allowing me the contact with his flesh. I wondered what Alan
thought or even if he cared what was going on. I almost wanted to take the
boxers down but the noise in the room made me remember that Alan was there.

I reached across taking Alan's hand. His fingers were very soft. They
folded around mine enabling me to pull him to where Patch and I sat. I got
one boy on each knee. They looked at each other when I ran my hands down
the spine of each boy. Patch rested against me and it was good to feel Alan
do the same. With a hand on each boy I allowed my fingers to slip inside
the back of the boys boxers. Neither of them moved, even when a finger
traced down the crack of their bums almost to the bottom. As if in unison
they both looked at me and we all held on tight. My whole hand was hidden
the material of each boy.

"Do you want me to take them off uncle?"

Alan looked at me then patch. I whispered but it was as if I held a
megaphone.

"I would rather take them off myself if that is all right."

Patch stood up and stood in front of me. I could see that Alan was watching
with great interest. Being new the boxer would have just slipped of but it
was better to open the buttons that held them up. With fingers partially
inside I opened the four buttons that held them up. I was slow when I took
them down but patch did not mind. When they hit the floor, Alan looking on,
I took his penis in my hand. We watched it as it grew out from my hand
becoming fully erect. I watched as Alan reached forwards with a single
finger. I opened my hand so that he could stroke it. Patch shivered

"Alan why don't you come and join in? Let me help you."

Alan stood up next to Patch. I was very careful just in case he decides
that he did not want to do anything. He had two buttons but they were just
as hard to open. When they were apart the boxers sank to the ground leaving
me with a wonderful view. Alan was not near puberty at all. He was smooth
and had no hair around his penis and that made Patch look so much older. I
had both boys in each hand. I caressed them both watched the limp smooth
pieces of flesh rise to the administration that I gave them. Very quickly
they both stood solid. It was wonderful to have a finger and thumb of each
hand moving the skin that covered their erections. The tiny heads were
coming into view. Patch was long and thin but Alan was not as long yet he
was thicker than the other. Both boys were looking at the ceiling while I
touched them. The cherub faces shinned. For no reason each boy looked at me
so that I could give him the kiss they so deserved. Their arms went around
my neck until we were all i!  n a tight hug. It was so special to have two
naked boys within my grasp and they did not want to run away.

"Boys what do you say that we all go to bed. I would like that. Do not
worry about pyjamas or boxers because if it is alright with you stay just
as you are."

Taking both boys we walked to the bedroom. I told Alan that if he did not
want to stay I would tuck him in bed. He never said a word. He followed
Patch into my bed. I had a quick shower and when I returned the boys were
deep into kissing with their legs entwined in each other.

I sat at the edge of the bed; I know how I was feeling. They did not notice
when I began to touch them all over again. It was when I started to stroke
their ever-hard erections that I got their attention. I knew that they were
naked but I did not know if they saw me or even cared. Kneeling between
them both I tried to give the boys the same amount of time. When I stopped
that motion and gave patch the start of his own exclusive touch, Alan
rested his head upon his hand to watch? Every now and again Alan's finger
would stroke either Patch or I just to let us know that he was there.

I was in the process of getting Patch to turn over. I wanted to caress the
skin on his back. His bum would also be on show. My mind was filled with
the knowledge that Patch and I had been at this stage before. I managed to
lay close so that we could both kiss and cuddle no matter what else
happened. Alan was on his back so I gave him a kiss, His eyes closed when I
started to follow the map of his skin with kisses. A gentle breath into the
belly button saw him take a deep breath giving his rib permission to
show. I knew where I was going but Alan did not. Only when the kiss touched
the very tip of his erection did he seem to change. Into my mouth with a
gentle suction it went. The foreskin slipped back and forth with my tongue
in control. Back and forth my head moved. Alan groaned on the up stroke
then shook when I went down. I could feel the fingers running through my
hair grasping the strands for control. Patch went to Alan's left
side. Without words he was signalling that he!
 wanted to taste the seeds of life if they existed within Alan. We both
kissed holding his Penis between our lips. The head was so sensitive that
when I decided to see if a finger would be to obtrusive Alan arched his
back so that my finger combined with our lips gave him the pleasure he so
much wanted. I could feel the contractions inside him. My finger was a
great sensor to feel that. I was trying so hard that Patch was now taking
control. He had the penis deep in his throat while I had the finger deep
inside. Alan turned becoming more sensitive to Patch's actions. My finger
was removed but I was now behind him. I had something else that I inserted
with just slightly more tightness. I was able to push myself into him while
Alan pushed himself into the mouth of Patch.

The pace quickened. Alan let out sounds that could have come from the
deepest depths.

"Patch if happiness can be measured by sound then I would say that Alan is
ecstatic. What do you say? Sorry do not talk with your mouth full."

It was to late to return now. Alan held me inside so tight that I could
feel what was going to happen.

"I can feel it Simon."

I must have given him such a shock when I came. I lost count of the
contractions that forced my seed to escape from within only to fill the
young tubes of the boy who had never said no. Alan shook. His penis slipped
from the lips of Patch. A single squirt flew into the air and landed in his
belly button. Patch dived to drink the honey while I continued to stroke
him allowing him to feel and come down from what must have been an
earth-shattering climax. I was still inside Alan but he managed to take
Patch's erection in his hand and by nothing less than amateur masturbation
gave his friend something to remember. We all rested with Alan in the
middle. I covered us with just a sheet and we were asleep without any
suggestion. I held the softened organs of both boys. Wet and slippery it
made no difference to me. I did have one concern; I had still not been
released from Alan's bum. He was still sending signals that must be going
somewhere.

"Patch, Simon I love you both very much but I hope we can keep this all a
secret."

I did eventually slip out. I was falling asleep when it happened. All
through the night I suffered the constant reminder of what happened. Long
wet patches falling from the boys bottom on my leg, better than an alarm
clock. I did go to sleep. Thanks to Alan he search for what had been inside
him. He held on to it as if now it was his very own.

Patch, he had my hand just as it happened after we first met when he ran
away.

Eventually I had the boys either side of me with their legs crossing
mine. Two, young boys heads resting on my shoulders. I loved cuddling my
Teddy when I was small now I cuddled two, bare, boys.

"Once upon a time there was a boy who asked question of himself. On this
day another boy joined the quest, looking for answers. At the end of the
days search they had both come along way. Was the question; is it possible
for a boy to love a man? Or was that the answer.

For a rent collector I was happy with what I was given so far.



Part 3 of looking for answers will follow.


Alan's Time.


Comments are appreciated.

No flames please. They will all be extinguished.

I do my best to answer all letter but my ill health sometimes makes this
hard to do. To those who sent me mail all 12 of you, THANKYOU. Just feeling
wanted is better than any pill I have to take

shaksbeer@ureach.com

Thank you Love Paul