Date: Tue, 19 Oct 1999 02:45:39 PDT
From: Petros <younglove@petros-world.co.uk>
Subject: Young Love, chapter 4

Young Love
Chapter 4
By Petros <younglove@petros-world.co.uk>

The following is a work of fiction based on a true story. Very much of what
follows was real, with some fantasy thrown in. All important information,
like place names and people's real names have been omitted and changed to
protect their anonymity, therefore any resemblance to real life people,
places or events is coincidental.

Check out my website: http://www.petros-world.co.uk/

 The story describes sexual relationships and acts between minors of the
same sex. If this offends you or is illegal in your locality then please do
not read on.


Chapter 4


Darkness had fallen by the time Steven made his way up the gravel
driveway. He shivered as the cold rain continued to fall steadily around
him. As he reached the door he paused for a moment, planning what he was
going to say; still not sure that this was a good idea but he felt he had
to do something.

He reached out and pressed the bell firmly, giving a loud clear ring, then
stood back and awaited an answer. "Hello Steven," came a mature female
voice from within the house. Steven looked up and smiled.

"Hi. I was wondering, could I speak to." he started before the voice
interrupted him.

"You must come in out of that terrible rain," the woman said, "it's nice
and warm in here." She ushered Steven into the hallway. "Just wait here a
minute," she continued closing the door, "I'll go and see."

She turned and walked down the hallway before turning out of sight. A few
moments later she reappeared, turning to smile at Steven as she crossed the
hall returning to the living room. No sooner had the door closed behind her
than Jenni emerged from her room and walked down the hallway towards
Steven.

"Hi Steven. Hows you?" Jenni said.

"Not bad, not bad at all. How are you?" Steven replied.

"I'm OK, I guess."

"You weren't looking so hot this afternoon. What happened between you and
Petros?"

"Oh, nothing much. He needed my support and tried to confide in me but I
wasn't expecting what he had to tell me, it caught me off guard and hurt a
little. More than it should have in fact. I feel quite bad about how I
reacted."

"You wanna come for a walk, talk about it for a bit?" Steven asked,
deciding that perhaps this was a good idea.

"Ok, I'll get a coat."

Steven and Jenni set off into the night. The pair turned from Jenni's
street onto the main road and continued down the pavement for a few hundred
yards. They stopped as the reached the park entrance and crossed to road to
walk through the gate. The path ahead of them wound steeply down the side
of the hill into the local park. In single file, they picked their way down
the slope and crossed the bridge at the bottom. Trees now surrounded the
path on both sides so they were relatively sheltered from the rain as they
continued further into the heart of the park. Neither of them spoke a word,
it was as if each other's presence were enough to give comfort, until they
approached the bandstand. The bandstand was set in the very centre of the
local park, surrounded by what is almost like an ancient Greek
amphitheatre; huge rows of concrete seating encompassed the now derelict
bandstand. The bandstand, probably a focal point for the community in a
bygone age, lay in a hollow with the seating climbing away from it on all
sides.

As the entered the bandstand Steven spoke, "It's getting late Jenni, and
I'm soaking. I'd probably better head home."

"Oh, right. You're just going to abandon me in the middle of the park at
this time of night?"

"No, you won't be alone" Steven said as they rounded the corner to where I
was sitting.

Jenni looked up and saw me sitting, soaked through to the skin and
shivering uncontrollably. "I'm sorry," Steven said, "I hope I did the right
thing."

"Yes, I think you did," Jenni replied trying to look pissed off but not
succeeding. Steven shot a grin in my direction before disappearing into the
shadows.

Jenni walked over to where I was waiting and sat beside me. "I can't
believe you sat out in this weather just waiting for me"

"I might regret it tomorrow", I said, smiling," but I didn't want to leave
things the way they were."

"I know, I'm really sorry about how I reacted. I didn't even think about
your feelings until I got home. I never thought about how hard that must
have been for you to open up to me. You needed me but I wasn't there."

"Don't worry about it. It was my fault, I don't think my approach helped
break it to you very gently"

"No, it's not your fault. I should have been able to handle anything you
could tell me"

"But you weren't and I think I know why."

"Why's that then?" she asked.

"If I'm right then I should have seen it before and I could have handled
things better," I said avoiding her question.

"Right about what?"

"Well, you can hit me if I'm being presumptuous or flattering myself," I
began, "but I can't help thinking, well the way you reacted makes me think,
you might have feelings for me that I can't return."

"You're a smart guy." She said flatly. I could see tears beginning to form
in her eyes. That was too much for me.

"I'm sorry" I blurted out, grabbing her in tight embrace as I burst into
tears. She quickly returned the gesture, throwing her arms around me and
holding me close to her, both of us sobbing uncontrollably.

We sat there for at least ten minutes, just holding each other, before I
spoke again. "Jenni. I'm sorry, I can't give you what you want, my heart is
somewhere else. I'm sorry I broke things to you so badly, I honestly had no
idea how you felt or I would have been more tactful about it. I hope we can
still be friends."

"Petros, I'm sorry too. You opened up your heart to me. That was a big
decision to tell me, you came to me for support but I turned my head and
backed away. I didn't want to know. You scared me so, I love you so much
and it hurt to know I could never have you."

"I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you."

"You didn't mean to hurt me, I know that," she said, "I just hope that you
can forgive me for the way I treated you."

"Of course I can," I replied releasing our embrace. "Friends?" I asked
offering her my hand.

"Petros, I think we'll always be more that just 'friends'." Jenni replied
taking my hand and shaking it warmly.

I hugged her again, "I'm so glad we've sorted this. I couldn't bear to lose
you."

"I'm glad too, I don't know what I'd do without you around. But now we
should get home, I'm freezing"

"Good plan" I said, trying to hold a grin through my shivering.

We parted company and took our own paths through the park, both homeward
bound. I arrived home a few minutes later and went inside to find my mum
waiting on me. "Hi Son. What happened to you?" She asked, referring to my
sodden state.

"Got caught in the rain coming home". I wasn't lying, just being a bit
economical.

"Must have been quite a shower," she replied not looking impressed with my
story, "go upstairs and get changed into something dry. Then put those
clothes out for washing".

"OK mum" I answered, already half way up the staircase. I got to my room
and stripped off my wet clothes. I stopped for a moment in front of my
mirror. My hair was dripping and was clinging to my head, all tangled by
the storm. I looked quite cute, even if I did think so myself. I could see
what Jenni saw in me, and I hoped it wasn't only girls that would see it.

The next morning I woke up feeling on top of the world. I'd got my best
friend back and I had a good feeling about the day ahead of me. I had a
good reason too, my first PE class of the year. This would provide me with
my first shower with Derek and my first look at his whole body. I couldn't
wait to see what treasures he had in store.

I got to registration and took my seat next to Steven. He was looking
really smart today, dressed in a pair of black Calvin Klein jeans with a
tight, white and black Armani top that hugged his well-defined body
closely. He had paid special attention to his hair; it was flawlessly waxed
into its style, brushed forward with a short spiked fringe. I couldn't help
feeling slightly attracted to him. He certainly looked cute, I guessed he
must be out to impress someone today.

"Hi Petros!" he greeted me, "Everything alright now?"

"Yeah, is it that obvious?"

"Yup. You're quite transparent, your mood gives it away" he answered,
smiling sweetly at me.

"What can I say, the world loves me," I joked, "But seriously man, thanks
for your help."

"Anytime, buddy. You'd do it for me wouldn't you?"

"Do what for you? Oh, right, help you out! Yeah, sure" My sarcasm earned me
a playful punch in the shoulder.

The first two periods passed quickly, the interval came round in what
seemed like no time. I stood in our spot waiting for Jenni to arrive, I
really wanted to see her. I know we'd only fallen out for one day, and it
sounds silly, but I was so happy to be friends again. My patience was
rewarded with Jenni bounding out of the building towards me. She greeted me
with a loving embrace. I didn't return it, pretending to be shocked.

"Hi love" Jenni chirped.

"Hey Jenni!" I was grinning like an idiot as she let go and stepped back.

"So, I think you've got some explaining to do, young man."

"What? What've I done now?" I asked apprehensively.

"I forgot to ask you last night," she continued.

"Forgot what?" I demanded.

"Oh, really. You know what I'm getting at." I racked my brains trying to
think what it was she wanted to know, but I was completely stumped.

"I really don't know what you want me to tell you," I said desperately.

"Hmm. I'm not convinced."

"Really!"

"OK, Who is it?"

"What?"

"Who is it you've fallen for?" Finally I understood. My face lit up and I
could feel a huge smile forming.

"It's just a crush, really," I said trying to sound casual, "nothing's
happened and I doubt it will. OK?"

"Yup."

"Good, It's Derek Young" I said, as a warm feeling swept through my
insides.

"Wow. You've got great taste," Jenni responded.

"I know," I said grinning.

"He's quite a stud from what I've heard, and seen. You're gonna have your
work cut out if you're going to get anywhere with him." She smiled.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," I grinned back at her.

The bell rang and I made my way to the PE department. A few minutes later
and I found myself in the changing room, standing opposite the object of my
desire. My heart was racing. The changing room was full of teenage boys,
all standing around waiting on further instruction. Some of them were cute,
but no one caught my eye like Derek did. The teacher arrived and stood at
the doorway and called out the register. Once everyone's name had been
called he told us what we'd be doing. We were starting the year with six
weeks of basketball, twice a week. Basketball was cool, I was pretty hot at
it and it was going to give me an opportunity to show off in front of
Derek. He was obviously going to be better than I am, he's an all round
athlete after all, but at least I wouldn't look stupid.

Once the teacher was finished and had left the room we all started changing
into our shorts and t-shirts. It took all the self-control I could muster
not to get a hard-on watching Derek change. His body was absolutely
amazing! He bore a stereotypical washboard stomach. Quite unusual for a
fourteen year old.  His shoulders and arms were beautifully defined with
muscles perfectly proportioned to his body. His whole upper body and his
gorgeous legs were covered in a deep tan. Someone had obviously been on
holiday somewhere a little warmer. I could barely draw my eyes away from
him. When I did I looked up to find him staring straight into my
eyes. Shit, I'm caught. Caught checking him out.  I could feel the blood
rushing to my head. I didn't speak; I didn't know what I could say. I was
scared of what he'd think of me.  What was he going to do? I stood
transfixed for what seemed like an hour, realistically only a few seconds,
waiting for a reaction.

He smiled. Yup, he smiled at me. I don't know why: maybe he appreciated the
attention, maybe he thought it was funny or maybe some other reason. I'll
never know I guess. I looked away, mortified that I'd been caught out. I
finished changing as quickly as I could and headed for the gym.

Half the class was already there, warming up, when I arrived. I found some
people I knew and joined them. I did my best to avoid Derek, still
embarrassed about what happened earlier. The first half of the period we
did skill training, followed by a mini tournament (five-minute
games). Derek's team beat mine in the final.

"Good game, Pedro." I hear Derek's dulcet tones wafting over my shoulder. I
turned round and shook the hand he was offering. His touch was like
magic. I held on for a little too long, but he didn't seem to mind.  Even
though he turned to walk on before I let go.

"Nah, you must have cheated," I said in the most serious voice I could
muster. He looked hurt as he turned to face me. There was a very innocent
questioning look in his eyes. I laughed and grinned wickedly at him.

"Cunt," was the best response he could supply. He threw a playful punch at
me. I tried to dodge but side stepped into Kevin, who was walking past me.

"Oi, watch it you fucking poof," Kevin snarled. Kevin was one of the
nutters of the school. He was not an attractive guy, to say the least, and
no one liked him. Kevin and his gang were feared by most of the school.

I opened my mouth to apologise but Derek interrupted me, "Fuck off Bryden!"

"This has got fuck all to do with you, Young" Kevin growled at us both
before walking off. He and his group resented it, but the football team
still ruled the school.

"Thanks mate," I said quietly to Derek.

"It's cool, Pedro. Kev is an asshole" he replied loud enough for Kevin to
hear. I stopped caring that he never got my name right. 'Pedro' it sounded
kinda cute. Actually, I'm not sure that I ever cared. He was talking to me,
that kept me happy.

We entered the changing rooms, Derek stopped to talk to someone I didn't
know so I went on. I stripped my kit off and hit the showers. I stood under
the torrent of hot water, pounding on against my pale flesh. I turned to
face the shower wall and looked up into the water cascading down around
me. It felt so good: I felt cleansed and revitalised. There weren't many
others showering; the less energetic didn't work up such a sweat and didn't
bother. I couldn't bear feeling so unclean, and I always made a point of
showering.

I looked up when I heard another shower come on near mine. To my surprise
it was Derek. Out of all the showers available, he'd chosen the one
directly opposite mine. I could hardly believe my luck. "Hi" was all I
could think to say.

Derek looked round and smiled briefly before continuing his washing. I was
determined to be more careful this time. I didn't want to get caught, but I
still managed to get a good look. He had a fantastic looking butt, sooo
tight and well rounded. A true bubble butt; I imagined laying my hands on
it and caressing his gorgeous cheeks. I quickly stopped that train of
though. I tried to concentrate on washing myself but failed miserably when
he turned round to rinse his back.

My jaw dropped at the sight in front of me. His cock was amazing. It must
have been about 4.5" long (soft) and it was very thick looking. The head
was just visible, poking out from under his foreskin. It was a soft purple
colour and very bulbous. Two very large round balls hung low behind his
monster. A fair sized bush of thick black hair crowned his crotch. He was
well developed for his age. I beheld the glorious sight before me for as
long as I could. I wanted as many memories of it as I could, so I could
think about it later.

I finished off in the shower and went through to the changing room to dry
off before I got caught again.  Derek joined me after a minute or so and we
dried off. I took every opportunity I got to sneak a look at his body. The
bell rang just as we finished dressing and we set off for computing.

We arrived in the class, after a mostly silent journey, and took up seats
beside each other. I was smiling inside. The teacher called the register
and then stood up to talk to the class.

"This year you'll all be doing an investigation, on some aspect of modern
computing and submitting a report on it. The report will count towards your
final grade. I'll be passing around copies of a sheet with sample project
ideas on it. The report that you submit will be around ten pages long". The
class groaned.  "Don't worry though, you'll be working in pairs so it won't
be too hard".

Pairs, cool. I turned to Derek with and looked at him quizzically. He
grinned and nodded. Today was getting better and better; he wanted to work
with me. The sheets reached out table and I looked over my copy. I didn't
see anything very interesting.

"I'm going to let you choose your own partners, I think there's more chance
that you can choose someone that you can work with. There's no point in me
pairing you up if you don't like who I pair you with" the teacher went on.

Derek was looking quite puzzled by the options presented to him. "This
sucks. I don't think I know anything about anything here. I hate
computing," he said.

I had a brain wave. OK, so it wasn't that great an idea - it's more logic
really. "Why don't you come round to my place one night. I've got a PC with
a modem, we can download stuff from the Internet and copy that".

"Can we do that?" he asked, looking hopeful.

"Yeah, sure. No one will know. It'll be a doddle" I said, the prospects of
spending so much time with him delighted be.

"Fab. How about tomorrow night?" he asked. So soon? I couldn't believe my
luck.

"Sure" I said and started giving directions to my house.

The rest of the day crawled by. It was arranged. Derek would come round at
7pm the next night. I couldn't wait. Finally home time came round. Not that
that helped.

The afternoon dragged by. I got stuck into tidying my room, just to make a
good impression. Then I set about cleaning my hard disc up, I didn't want
to give away my secrets.

The evening dragged by too. Bedtime finally came round. I snuggled in and
tried to drift off. No such luck, thoughts of the shower room today flooded
my mind. I was turned on; rock hard. Much as I wanted to sleep and bring
the morning round quicker I couldn't. So I beat off instead. I had one of
the most intense orgasms I've ever experienced, thinking of Derek and his
naked form. Once I was done I found sleep.

The morning came. I woke at around 6.30am. I didn't need to get up until
8.00am. Try as I might I couldn't sleep or even get comfortable. I was too
restless with anticipation. I got up and headed for the shower, I had some
cleaning up to do after last night. After I showered and dressed I went
downstairs. I was the first up, I could hear my dad above me, surfacing to
get ready for work.  After finishing breakfast I was completely at a loose
end. I sprawled out on the living room sofa to watch morning
television. The Big Breakfast was on, not exactly brain food but
entertaining enough to keep me from going mad.

I left for school at 8.45. No sooner than I'd left the house than my
thoughts turned back to Derek. I felt a strange tingling feeling all over
when I summoned mental images of him showering into my mind. My knees felt
weak. Was this love? I guess it must be. The best thing is I'm lovin' every
minute of it. I still wasn't really happy about being gay, but I was in
love with a guy and I couldn't find fault with that.

I got to school just before registration. No one that I hung with was there
yet, so I made my way to the register class and waited for the bell. Steven
arrived and demanded to know what I was looking so high about.

"I'm in love," I said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Cool," he said, giving me an approving look. "Who with?"

"Doesn't matter. Unrequited"

"Oh... Oh well, good luck in getting it on with them".

The first two periods passed smoothly, if slowly. When interval came around
I took Jenni aside to talk to her. "He's coming round to my house!" I said,
bursting with excitement. Jenni gave me a puzzled look.

"Who is?"

"Duh! Derek is."

"Wow! How come?"

"Computing project, we've got to work on it together. He's coming round
tonight. I get to see him alone. In my house!"

"Cool. But calm down. Remember that he probably doesn't feel the
same. Don't push it. I don't think the whole school is ready to know about
you. Play it cool and don't take any chances love, it's not worth it."

"I know" I said, disheartened a little. She meant well but she was sounding
like my mother. "I'll keep my distance".

I don't think I've ever experienced a slower, more drawn out day. Even
waiting for my birthday when I was five or six didn't seem this bad. Don't
get me wrong, it was; but not thinking about it now. The day finally
finished and I got home. I watched TV for an hour or so. I'm not normally
this boring, but I didn't have time to do anything else and I needed to
kill time. My mum called on me at about 5.00pm, "Dinner's ready!"

I was done eating and washing up by five thirty. I went straight upstairs
and hit the shower. I wanted to look perfect for my visitor. I must have
spent half and hour in the shower and then half an hour again choosing
clothes and getting ready. My mum must have been concerned, I never usually
take that long to change. It was six fourty-five. He should be here any
minute. I ran around doing some last minute tidying and made some final
adjustments to my hair. Six fifty-six; the doorbell rings. I practically
flew down the stairs and through the door open.

I could hardly believe he was standing there on my doorstep. Derek looked
absolutely stunning. He was wearing a navy blue Addidas tracksuit, with
white stripes down the sleeves. He had a white Nike t-shirt underneath,
visible through the open tracksuit jacket. I realised my jaw had fallen
open. I quickly closed it and bid him enter.

"Hey, Pedro. Wasn't sure if I'd got the right place. You never said your
house was so big."

"Sorry, glad you made it"

"No probs. Nice car by the way..." he said.

"The Audi? Yeah it's a beaut. You should see my dad's though." I said
closing the door behind him.

"Yeah? What's he drive then?" he asked, looking interested.

"Vauxhall Senator. 3 litre, V6. Fuckin' kicks ass." I said grinning.

"Mmmmm." He murmured.

"You want anything to eat, or drink before we start?" I asked, changing the
subject. I didn't want to sound boring.

"I could use a drink, what've you got?"

"Pepsi, Irn Bru, OJ. What d'ya fancy?"

"I could use a Pepsi, please" he said politely.

"No problem," I said walking to the kitchen to get the drinks. I stopped
and turned back to face him, "Go on upstairs, my room's the first door on
the right."

"Cheers." Derek said as he started climbing. I continued down to the
kitchen, joining him a few minutes later, with the drinks.

I sat down next to him, in front of the computer and switched it on. My,
then state-of-the-art, DX4 began to boot up. A few minutes later Windows 3
was loaded, in all its glory. I opened the Internet folder and started the
dialler. A minute or two and some strange noises later the message
'Connected at 9600' appeared, 'Logging onto Demon'. I opened NSCA Mosaic.

"So, what do we do now?" Derek asked, seeming quite bewildered.

"Well, I was looking at the sheet of titles and I've found one I think we
can do. 'Discuss the impact of personal computers on office
environments'. We should be able to find plenty of stuff on that on the
web.  We just use a program to search the whole net for pages with some key
phrases and then we copy them."  He still looked confused. "You'll see,
don't worry".

"Ok, you're the boss", he said, grinning.

I typed in the URL for a search engine and tapped in a few key words. A
minute later we were working our way through a huge list of sites that
claimed to be relevant. Derek got quite engrossed, opening documents and
ripping out the relevant bits. We must have been at it for hours, the
printer was working overtime to print out all the clippings (so we could
try and arrange some sensible sort of order).

The next time I looked at the clock it was 11.45. "Fuck!"

"What?" he asked, following my gaze towards the clock, "Oh, fuck! I'm a
little late. I'd better get going."

"Hold on, it's not a real nice walk home. I'll ask my parents to run you."

"Nah, they'll be in bed won't they? I'll just walk, I've done it
before... Once or twice."

"They might be up, I'll check" I popped my head round the door. Darkness
all round. "Nope, sorry."

"I'll be fine," he said, not sounding at all sure of himself. Then I had an
idea.

"Well, why don't you crash here for the night?"

"Sleep over?"

"Yeah, give your parents a call and let them know. Mine will be cool about
it," I said. I was trying so hard not to sound anxious to get him to
stay. I was praying he would.

"I dunno. I've got nothing to wear tomorrow." He had a point.

"Well, I can give you some socks and stuff. Maybe a T-shirt too, your
trackies can't be that bad can they?"

"Ok then. Pass the phone." He started calling them. I got up and left the
room to get a camp bed and sleeping bag for him. As practical as I thought
him sleeping in my double bed was, I didn't feel he'd agree.

I returned a few minutes later and looked at him expectantly. "Well?"

"They weren't too amused, but they said it's OK." He replied. I eagerly
began setting his bed up while he went to the bathroom. He returned after a
few minutes and stripped to his boxers, right in front of me, before
hopping into his bed. I disappeared to wash and piss.  I returned and
started to strip. Then I remembered and I stopped.

"Ummm. Derek, I sleep naked. It's the only way I can get comfy. Is that
cool?" I asked. He grinned and pointed at his boxers, which now lay on the
floor beside his bed.

"We've already showered together. I doubt you've got anything I've not seen
before", he said, laughing.

I turned the light off and slipped out of my shorts before slipping into
bed. "Night Derek."

"Good night, Pete". I lay there for hours, I couldn't sleep with him so
near me. It was too distracting. I just lay there thinking about him and
all the things I'd love to do to him.

I must have started to drift off when I felt movement on the bed. I almost
jumped out of my skin, but I managed to keep still. I cracked my eye open
slightly. Derek was sitting on the side of my bed, next to me.

"Pedro," he whispered, "Pedro, are you awake?" I lay there perfectly still,
waiting to see what he would do next. A few moments passed then he started
to get up. My heart sank.

"Derek," I called out softly. "What's up?"

"Oh, god." He said, shocked, "you're awake."

"Yup, I am now." I chuckled.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I just wanted to talk," he said
sheepishly.

"Cool. We can talk, " I said. I reached out and put the bedside lamp
on. The room was flooded with a warm orange glow. Derek's tanned complexion
looked amazing in the light.

"Ummm. I don't know how to say this," he started. Then stopped again.

"Just say what you're thinking," I encouraged him. My heart was pounding so
hard and fast I would swear that he could hear it.

"This isn't easy," he went on," I'm not sure... This is going to sound
odd..." I waited with baited breath, hanging on his every word. "I know
I've not known you that long, but there's something about you. You seem
different."

"What are you saying?" I said so softly, I could hardly hear myself speak.

"I really like you. I want us to be friends. Like close friends, I enjoy
your company. You're so funny, you're understanding and you really seem to
care about other people. I need some friends like you." My face visibly
fell. My heart sank. I felt crushed. Best friends? How about Boyfriends?

"Oh," I mumbled.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked. I can't expect you to want to hang with
me and all the other brain-dead jocks." He looked really dejected and
hurt. I felt awful. He wanted me to be his best friend. Derek, the best
looking and one of the most popular guys in school wanted me as his best
buddy!

"No I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound so un-enthused, I'm just tired. I'd
love to be your friend," I said sounding as enthusiastic as I could. It
wasn't such a bad proposition after all. Realistically, it was the best I
could hope for.

"Good. I thought I'd pissed you off there."

"No." You couldn't if you tried, I thought. "I need some kip now, see you
tomorrow."

With that, I put the light out and lay back down. No sooner than my head
hit the pillow I was out like a light.


To be continued.


You may have noticed that I became omnipresent in this chapter, for the
first time. It's still a true story and I'm telling it from my perspective,
but I need to explain what happened when I wasn't around. I got reliable
accounts of these goings on from involved parties.

As always, comments & criticism appreciated. Tell me what you think, do you
like it, do you hate it? Does
it do anything for you?


Petros.
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