Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2007 14:27:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Deep Diver <deepdiver_pr@yahoo.com>
Subject: Master and the Mate - Chap 28 S

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                      Master and the Mate

                    by Deepdiver and Dave L.

                        (Ed. He did it!)

                          CHAPTER 28 S

                       Cut-throat Pirates

                              By

Ryan was at his PC, writing his memoirs, when he got Skyped by his good
friend and editor, Davidson Quietly.

"Hello, Ry. You there?"

"Is this the person I'm speaking to?" Ryan quipped with his cheap imitation
of Ernestine from the seventies TV hit, Rowan and Martin's Laugh In which
had become his regular greeting and served to give a confirmation to Dave
that he was in fact speaking with Ryan. "So, did you sleep well last night,
or did you pull another all-nighter?" Ryan enquired of his old friend.

"No, I managed to get to bed around 2 a.m. Look, you know that I'm being
knighted, and I was wondering if there was any way that you could come to
the UK, to be there during my Investiture I'm allowed two guests at the
ceremony and I thought of you and Kyle."

"Wow, that would be such an honour to attend that at Buckingham Palace!
What are the dates? And I would love the excuse to bring Kyle to London; it
would be so educational for him. Would that be any problem?" Ryan
adumbrated his questions.

"Not at all, the more the merrier. The insignia will be bestowed on
Wednesday, 31st of October I had hoped you would attend. So much so that I
took the liberty of booking you a two-room suite for the Monday through to
the Saturday morning the two rooms share a luxury bathroom; one has a
King-size bed and the other twin doubles I was hoping you'd bring the boys
as my guests as well. It would be such a great pleasure to meet the
family."

"Dave, I am so proud of you! And so pleased that you would want us to be a
part of this prestigious moment in your life." Ryan said gratefully.

"Nonsense, it wouldn't be any fun at all if my friends weren't there." Dave
replied as he and Ryan said their goodbyes.

Ryan immediately went on-line to look for the best deal on tickets and
purchased four coach seats on British Airways flight BA0102 from JFK to
London, Heathrow. He was so excited; he couldn't wait to tell Kyle and the
boys when they got home later in the day.

                             * * *

The time flew past from that conversation with Dave and it was soon far too
soon Monday, 29th October. And indeed, as I waited impatiently in the
lounge for Kyle and the boys, as I thought that, the Latin tag Tempus fugit
popped into my mind, reminding me of Dave [aka the soon to be knighted Sir
Davidson Quietly]. Looking again at my watch, I crossed to the stairs and
yelled "Kyle, come on, the limo's going to be here any minute!" [OK, so I
lied? It was the only realistic way of getting him to get a move on!]

It worked! In less than ten minutes boy, that should qualify as a
'miracle'!  Kyle was shepherding Mark and Manny down the stairs, all of
them encumbered with suitcases. [I began to worry that I should have hired
a mini-van rather than a limo!]. "So, where's the limo?" Kyle scowled at me
as he muttered his question.

I smiled sweetly, "Sorry, hun. But you DO take a long while to get ready
and I figured a little fib was justified! The limo's due here in less than
five minutes, so who knows, if I hadn't fibbed we could have been
embarrassedly dashing around like headless chickens in front of our
chauffeur!"

Kyle relaxed as he appreciated the underlying truth of my statement and he
smiled, reached over and straightened my tie, saying "OK, Ry, you're right
and I love you despite it!" and he grinned, leant forward and kissed
me. Mark and Manny were stoically and impatiently waiting, and as Kyle
kissed me, Mark said "Eww, gross; get a room you guys!" while Manny laughed
at Mark's reaction.

This little tableaux was broken up by the ring of the doorbell which Manny
hastened to answer breaking into a smile and an exultant "Yes!" as he saw
the uniformed chauffeur standing there with the stretch limo standing at
the kerb. Our driver helped us with our bags and despite my fears; there
was enough room in the boot! [That's what the call the trunk in the UK, you
really have to see them walking around in the snow with their feet in their
trunks]. Inside the limo Kyle had taken the seat behind but facing the
driver while the boys had each flopped on the bench seats that went down
the side of the car
  one each side so I joined Kyle on the rear seat but the passenger side
and nodded my head as the driver lowered the darkened interconnecting panel
and said "OK, Sir, JFK International now?" As I nodded an affirmative the
panel slid soundlessly closed.

"Wow, look at this!" Manny said as he opened the cabinet below the sliding
panel to reveal a flat-screen TV with DVD/VCR as well as a cocktail
cabinet. Mark scooted off his seat and crouched in front of the cabinet and
said "Can we have a drink Ryan" without looking round. I grinned and said
"Sure but NOT alcoholic!" and was amused to note that I'd judged the pause
just right: enough for Mark to think he'd pulled it off first before
dashing his excited thoughts.

The ride to JFK was uneventful, and the limo must have been well
soundproofed, as I realised that we didn't hear any of the usual noises you
get in traffic. Arriving at JFK the driver quickly got us a trolley for the
bags and loaded them on it for us. I tipped the driver the bill had been
pre-paid and we made our way to the British Airways Coach-class check-in
where we experienced our first setback [I'll kill Dave when I get to see
him later!] The assistant keyed my ticket # and quietly said "I'm sorry, Dr
Loud, but that number isn't valid and the seats designated are already
occupied!

I lost it, and Kyle was restraining me as I fought to overcome my anger at
the ineptitude of 'The World's Favourite Airline' [for so BA like to
advertise themselves]. Kyle was winning when there was a tap on my
shoulder. I relaxed, fearing the worst [airport security] and turned to see
who it was. I was confronted by a uniformed BA official who said "Dr Loud?"
to which I nodded my acquiescence and he continued "There seems to be some
confusion; I wasn't expecting you quite so soon. You're obviously unaware
that your seats have been upgraded to first-class on the direct
instructions of our Managing Director; may I escort you and your party to
the VIP lounge?" As he said this he'd pointed to our trolley and another
uniformed BA employee took charge of it and wheeled it away. I watched it
disappear and turned back to the first guy, who held out his hand and said
"My name's David Matthews and I was specifically instructed by our MD in
person that I was to ensure that you had a trouble-free flight and that I
should tell you when introducing myself by name that a name-sake of mine
was an old schoolfriend of his." [You know now why I said earlier that I'd
kill Dave when I saw him!]

Well, the VIP lounge not to mention VIP-treatment that the MD's interest
engendered certainly made the stay in the lounge enjoyable. We literally
did nothing except watch the planes coming and going and drink [well, OK,
the boys managed to scoff some food, but that's what teens do right?]

Eventually David returned and escorted us down the walkway to the plane and
as we entered, he moved to intercept the chief steward and have a brief
conversation before they both came over to me and David introduced the
steward as Chief Steward Andrew Davenport before holding out his hand and
wishing us a pleasant trip. As he left, the chief steward ushered us
through to the First Class Lounge and I realised that we had been
pre-boarded; Andrew that's what he'd asked us to call him said "We'll be
about 30 minutes before everybody's aboard, so is there anything I can get
you?" And taking our drink orders he quickly summoned a steward [who
equally quickly returned with them]; while he ushered us to our seats. I'm
not going to bore you with the details of the rest of the trip: it was a
mind-blowing experience: we only had to look mildly bored or unhappy and an
attentive steward was by our side enquiring if there was anything we
required. Andrew came by several times to check that all was well. And once
we'd landed, we were escorted off the plane first and handed over to
another BA 'meeter and greeter' who Andrew had a brief conversation with
before introducing us; obviously passing on our status!

We were escorted to the Heathrow VIP lounge and in no time our passports
were returned to us and we were told that our luggage had been loaded into
our limousine and we were shown out to an enclosed VIP area where a large
Daimler limousine and uniformed driver were waiting for us. The driver said
"Dr Loud Sir Davidson has instructed me to deliver you to your hotel, where
he's waiting to join you for Dinner." As he said that I thought 'maybe I'll
kill Dave after Dinner!' and once ensconced inside the limousine, we were
swiftly whisked away to the hotel.

                             * * *

Arriving at the Novotel Hotel West London all four passengers were highly
impressed by its fa‡ade but not nearly so impressed as they were by the
welcome they received. The doorman greeted Dr. Ryan by name and welcomed
him to London. He then indicated that it would not be necessary to check-in
as all had been pre-arranged and he handed Ryan the electronic cards for
access to their rooms. A porter saw to their luggage and they went right up
to their room. Once they all had a chance to clean up they went down to the
Lobby to have dinner with Sir Davidson who had made reservations for dinner
at eight.

At table were Dave Davidson, accompanied by his handsome assistant,
Bernard, Ryan, Kyle and the two boys Mark and Manny. The dinner was
semi-formal which made the two boys feels slightly awkward, but not totally
out of place.

"Ryan, I am so honored that you could join us and be a part of this
celebration." Davidson said sincerely. "How wonderful it is to meet after
all these long years of collaboration."

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world, but I am so grateful that you
also welcomed my family." Ryan responded eagerly. "Thank Sir Davidson
boys."

"I have been admiring your work that Ryan has shared with me and I wish to
personally congratulate you on your knighthood." Kyle said.

"Thanks for having us. I have been studying the history of Western
Civilization and it's so cool to be in one of the places where so much of
that history actually happened." Said Mark.

"Yeah, thanks for having us, its so much better than getting left behind
alone." Manny said.

After a sumptuous dinner, the boys had dessert while the gentlemen shared a
brandy. Then it was off to bed early after the exhausting day.

The next day, Ryan treated the boys to breakfast through room service, but
they were far too eager to find the swimming pool. It was agreed that
everyone would try to meet for lunch. Ryan and Kyle thought they would
catch a cab and do some shopping before they began to do the grand-tour.

Manny and Mark changed into their bathing suits, donned the bathrobes
provided by the hotel and got into the elevator up to the top floor where
the indoor heated pool was located. After a while fooling around together,
Manny met a boy of about his own age and they hit it right off and began
challenging one another to sit on the bottom of the pool or to try doing
backward flips in the shallow end of the pool.

Mark noticed two other boys, both of whom were rather attractive and
although one was obviously a Brit, his companion wasn't Mark couldn't place
him geographically and this and the fact the boy was a mass of bruises
really piqued his curiosity because of his own all too recent beating.

Mark decided to see if he could find out anything about the pair and walked
off into the atrium and then returned behind the pair on their loungers,
and approaching the 'Brit' said "Hi, I'm Mark; are you staying here as
well?"

"Yeah; are you an American?" Justin curiously asked Mark after he [Mark]
had managed to casually engage the two boys in conversation.

'Yes, I'm we my brother, Manny and I, are from New York. Are you two from
London?" Mark asked thus launching a new international friendship. The
three seemed to hit it off really well and Manny had almost completely
forgotten about Mark as he played with his new friend [just as Mark had
forgotten Manny in his curiosity about the bruised youth].

"No, we're up from the country." Justin replied as he continued to ogle
Mark's well-defined pecs.

Mark began to feel that he was being sized-up and he blushed and dropping
his gaze was surprised to see the tenting occurring in Justin's
loose-fitting swim shorts.

"Hey guys, why don't we go down to our suite and enjoy the wet bar in our
room, I'm not feeling so comfortable up here anyway." Juan broke in;
noticing Mark's interest in his boyfriend's lower regions.

As the boys headed toward the elevator, Justin turned to Mark and said, "By
the way, this is my boyfriend, Juan."

"Glad to meet, Juan, how did you get all those bruises? Were you in an
accident?" Mark asked.

"No, we just like to play rough!" Justin said playfully.

As they stepped into the elevator and pushed the third button from the top
in the left-hand column in the silver moir‚ pattern lift control panel,
Mark commented that it was strange that Juan had all the bruises and Justin
had none.

"Actually, I find the bruising more sexy." Mark teased.

Justin hit the 'Emergency stop' button on the elevator control panel and
said, "Let's see who is the last to cum?" as he dropped his shorts and
displayed his rampant erection.

Justin, recognizing Mark's interest in Juan, tried to distract him by
revealing his own interest. As Mark pulled out his well-endowed manhood,
taking advantage of the situation of being totally out of his milieu, he
leaned into Juan delighting in the feel of his satiny-Latin skin. Justin
seeing this interplay reached out and took Mark's cock in his fist and
began fondling it to distract Mark from Juan's attractive frame. Juan then
lowered his shorts sexily, while moving his hips in a hula fashion, knowing
that this would grab Justin's attention. Mark however, became more aroused
not by Justin's experienced hand but by Juan's gyrating hips and genitals.

Frustrated by not gaining the full attention of both the other boys, Justin
started the elevator and suggested that they dash from the open door to
their suite.

As the door of the elevator finally slid open, all three made a mad dash to
the suite. Arriving at the door more-or-less together they realized that
they had left the pass card to the suite behind in Juan's pants on the
floor of the elevator. Justin and Juan turned in tandem and raced back to
the elevator, dismayed to see the door swishing closed, exactly as they
cannoned into the solidly shut door. Cursing, Justin hastily reached for
the 'Call' button, frantically pressing it repeatedly; much to Mark's
amusement he was taking his public nudity far more calmly than his new
European friends!

Meanwhile, in the lobby, Dame Mary Whitehouse and her guest, Mrs Anita
Bryant from Florida, were awaiting an elevator for their penthouse
apartment. When the door of the lift opened they were so busy chatting away
about the sinking standards of public morality as evidence by such trashy
sites on the internet as the swifty.wnk archives and the
ticlishstories.orgasm, that they failed to notice the fallen shorts and
underwear strewn around the floor of the lift.

When the elevator reached the third floor, and the doors swung open to
admit the parties that had [repeatedly, LOL] summoned it they were slightly
surprised to be confronted by three gorgeous studs, and thought that a
surprise party had been organized in their honor. Imagine their shock as
the three naked youths dove to the floor to retrieve their garments and the
all important pass card.

Not loosing their cool the threesome wished the ladies a 'good afternoon'
and walked prim and proper towards their suite as the ladies bent round the
door of the lift in order to savor the sight of the three hairless
derriŠres which were receding as the boys approached their room.

Once inside the room, Juan who was already upset with Justin's behavior,
went directly to the wet bar and pulled out three miniature Johnny Walker
scotches. The boys toasted 'morality in the media' and downed their first
of many shots; on the next round, Justin selected three bottles of Gordon's
Gin.  Mark, not to be outdone, delightedly scoured the bar and settled on
three bottles of Bailey's Irish Whisky. Sadly, although the boys consumed
another three bottles apiece, they were already fairly legless and so we
don't have a detailed listing of what else they consumed!

By the time they had finished their sixth miniature all three were
definitely as 'pissed as a newt' as well as 'wide-eyed and legless!' and
Justin suggested they take a shower together; and moved first into the en
suite bath facilities and regulated the water flow. Mark took advantage of
this break in their foreplay to move his fingers gently over Juan's
bruises. Juan allowed Mark's caresses hoping to incite Justin and make him
jealous. Justin, however, became more jealous of Mark and moved to position
himself behind Mark's cute ass and rubbed his penis along Mark's
crack. Seeing this provocation, Juan knelt down in front of Mark and began
teasing Justin by stimulating Mark's cock with his tongue. Mark threw his
head back, unable to believe that one could feel so much pleasure by being
serviced by two men.  When Juan took Mark's swollen organ into his mouth,
Justin became enraged and rammed his cock violently up Mark's
butt-hole. Mark by now was reaching heights of passion from Juan's tongue's
stimulation of his virgin penis and pain from Justin's rampant erection in
his equally virgin ass-hole and he began to hyperventilate as he swung
between the two extremes as his partners fought to outdo each other in
their quest to arouse each other's feelings for them by abusing the
handsome young Yank. As they continued he found his breathing become harder
and he desperately cried out for release.

"Please, stop, please," Mark called out as he felt a sudden searing pain in
his head [as it later turned out, there was long-standing arterial damage
from his beating in the school bathroom]. Justin and Juan however, found
his pleas more exciting and responded by stimulating him even more
frantically in their attempts to make their 'significant other' insanely
jealous. Mark's artery ruptured from the physical exertion and he collapsed
as he shot his wad into Juan's hungry mouth causing his arse to tighten
viciously around Justin's sore meat forcing him to erupt into violent
spasms of pleasure. Mark's falling forward on top of Juan caused him to
slip in the shower and Mark's ass's grip on Justin's penis pulled him down
on top of both Juan and Mark the 2Js, totally drained by their manic
physical exertions fell asleep (exhausted) above and below the deceased
victim of their orgiastic encounter.

Up at the pool, Ryan and Kyle quickly found Manny but were unable to locate
Mark. Manny said that he last saw him talking to a bronze-skinned youth
whose body was covered with bruises and an attractive white stud.

Meanwhile, Dave, wondering why the boys hadn't come round to go to lunch
went through the door joining the two rooms of the suite and not seeing
anyone he didn't look in the bath!  went back into his own room and
departed for the lobby, deciding to check with reception to see if the 2Js
had left him a message; he had to wait his turn as two obviously gay men
were inquiring whether their son had left a message.

                             * * *

Back in Dave's suite's bathroom, Juan began to cum round first as he was
experiencing difficulty breathing with the weight of Mark and Justin on top
of him. Once he began to struggle to free himself, Justin, feeling the
movement also began to waken. They both tried to wake Mark, but got no
response.  It soon dawned on them both that Mark was not breathing and they
both panicked.

"Oh, shit; what the bloody hell are we going to do now?" Justin exclaimed
looking to Juan.

"We got to get this body out of here now." Juan said, getting right to the
heart of the matter.

"Get dressed while I check the hall." Justin commanded.

Juan was so nervous that he put his underwear on backwards. Justin seeing
the maid's cart in the hall nearby, sprinted down the hall naked, but
oblivious to it and retrieved it. Once back in the suite he began to dress
himself not realizing that in his excitement he'd put on Mark's underwear.

"Help me get him into the cart." Justin ordered as he removed some of the
dirty linen from it.

The two struggled trying to lift Mark's lifeless and heavy body over the
rim of the cart and down into the sheets. Justin quickly tossed in those he
had removed and made sure that the body was fully covered. They then pushed
the cart down the hall to the elevator and shoved it inside, only just in
time!  The elevator was beginning to respond to a call from the penthouse
just as they flung themselves out into the corridor.

The two Grande Dames were surprised to find a room-service trolley in the
lift as the elevator door opened at the Penthouse level, but being in a
hurry for an appointment at a TV studio decided to ignore it and were on
their way down, passing the sixth floor, when one of Mark's lifeless hands
flopped out of the side of the cart. Consequently, as the elevator stopped
at the ground-floor lobby, Ryan, Kyle and Manny who were waiting at the
elevator with Dave were shocked to find that when the lift doors swung open
they were faced by two society ladies hysterically screaming.

Within minutes of reception calling the Police, Inspector Clouseau arrived
on the scene from the nearby Baker Street Police Station. The entire hotel
was placed under police supervision; no one was allowed in or out without
presenting proper identification.

No one was allowed to enter the elevator until the coroner's department had
arrived and could make their report. Clouseau however, was convinced of
fowl play because of his acute sence of smell and he was detecting the
perfum of cum.

"It is obvious that someone wanted to hide the body, because dead peuple
are not usually sent to the laundry." Clouseau noted. "Has anyone turned up
missing?" the inspector said into a megaphone as he turned into the rooum.

"Our son" and "My boys" were said simultaneously by Ryan, Kyle and Dave all
of whom looked at each other, and Inspector Clouseau's eyes narrowed as he
contemplated that three boys were missing, but he only had one body so
far. He turned to his assistant and asked, "when does Ferdy come up for
parole?"

Further speculation was halted by the arrival of the coroner, Dr. Watson
[we presume], and his assistant Quincy. Taking one look at the soiled
sheets, Watson said to Quincy "You better call the team from CSI Miami."
Quincy looked at him askance as he retorted "Why bother, I'm Quincy, M.D.!
and I can tell you right now how the kid bought it."

While Watson and Quincy argued over procedure, Inspector Clouseau was
pulling out the sheets from around the body and came across Justin's shorts
and as he held them up to see them better, Ryan mistakenly thought that
they were Mark's.

"Hey, my boy was wearing those shorts when he disappeared." Ryan
said. Manny began to sob and Kyle said, to comfort him, that he should just
think about all the toys they would buy him with the insurance money. Ryan
patted Kyle affectionately on his shoulder and congratulated him on his
expert use of behavior modification.

Meanwhile Inspector Clouseau was sniffing the shorts to determine how fresh
the semen stains were as both the 2J's stepped out of the other elevator
and walked over to Dave who was observing Clouseau's careful examination of
the evidence. Suddenly Manny, seeing the 2Js approaching, pointed at them
and yelled: "hey, those are the two that Mark was with."

Clouseau hearing Manny yelling at the 2J's cried "Stope! You two!" Causing
Justin and Juan to look nervously around and, shocked to see the
raincoat-belted Inspector pointing at them, stoped in their tracks. Dave
looked up as he heard Clouseau's shouted command to "Stope!" and looked
round to see whom Clouseau was screaming at; he was stunned to see him
pointing at his two wards. As Clouseau approached the boys to interrogate
them;;; [An in joke there my friends you know who you are!]  Dave was in
close pursuit.

Meanwhile, Quincy who was still arguing with Dr. Watson, looking down at
Mark's body suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning he found himself
engulfed between four large bristols (Cockney rhyming slang for the benefit
of our Transatlantic cousins: 'Bristols' is short for Bristol City which in
CRS=titty) [and as my Yank author would say for our American readers
unfamiliar with cockney slang, that's pistols, guys!] two held in breast
holsters by Dame Mary Whitehouse and two extended firmly by Anita Bryant's
PlayTex sustainer. Eyeing each breast individually, swiveling nervously
between the four, Quincy stuttered a greeting. "W W W Why L ll ll ll l
adies, ho oo oo w, may I help you?"

"I would recognize those naked cheeks anywhere! We saw them flapping down
our hall earlier, and I believe he was with those other two hoodlums." Said
the bossomy Dame Mary as Anita chipped in saying, "I'm sure if you organize
a line up we would be able to identify the other four cheeks as we have
them etched on our minds."

J. Bond, private eye, happened to be passing and drawn like a moth to the
flame by the heavy Police presence, insinuated himself past the guards
posted to prevent such unwanted appearances and made his arrival on the
scene, sticking his index finger into Mark's rectum and then whiffed the
goo stuck to his finger and said, "Um, yes, definitely English; East
Anglia: give me a moment, yes yes its cumming," then tasting the finger he
exultantly said, "Oh yes, most definitely, I've got it, Bury St. Edmunds. I
can go even better than that, it's the Mildenhall Estate and he had
scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast." As he said this, Justin turned red
and collapsed into Juan's arms; and he unfortunately could not hold him and
they both sprawled on the floor. Clouseau immediately bent towards the boys
and tried to help Juan up when he got a whiff of his breath, exclaiming,
"Tic-Tac, York, England. Do you concur Bund?"

"Bond, James Bond." 007 said, ignoring Clouseau, and he then bent over
Mark's handsome corpse and passionately kissed the young man as Dame Mary
swooned. "Oh, no, you're absolutely off. I read American, straight, New
York City, a mid-teen, hadn't cum for three days and was recently given
enemas with New York City tap water." Bond very apologetically regretted
that he couldn't be more specific. "I really can't be sure of the borough
though."

Clouseau then ordered all the males in the hotel lobby to line up and drop
their pants so that the moral majority could examine closely the evidence
at first hand. Each lady then proceeded to examine each derriŠre closely
with almost indecent interest. After five passes they finally agreed that
it was Ryan and Kyle's butts that they remembered. Clouseau immediately
said to his side-kick "Book 'em, Danno!  Murder 1!" and his tall
distinguished-looking assistant looked quizzically at his chief but moved
to comply.

Meanwhile, Quincy, who was examining the corpse, could find no evidence of
an external assault.  Bond then suggested taking a sample of his blood and
mixing it with a Dry Martini (shaken not stirred) with one small
olive. Quincy then asked, "What would that prove."

Bond toasting Quincy said, "absolutely nothing, but it does get you a free
drink!" Tasting the Martini, Bond exclaimed, "Oh dear, the poor boy died of
a surfeit of pleasure."

To which Clouseau responded, "that is impossibeul since there is no beach
near here for miles."

Everyone sneered at this, even the corpse, and Quincy said, "I could have
told you that, just from the semen up his ass and the smile on his face!"

With Quincy's words, Justin was coming around and exclaimed, "How did you
know?"

Dr. Watson, broke in saying, "Elementary my dear, Elementary its April
Fools day! You've been punked!*" [*For the single Brit that has stayed
faithfully with us thus far, that would colloquially read as "You've been
framed!"; DQ said, nervously looking around in case the corpulent figure of
Jeremy Beadle should hove into view!]

                               **

This chapter will self-destruct the day after April Fool's Day and the real
next chapter will appear shortly thereafter. Hope you enjoyed our little
prank. Sorry we couldn't resist pulling your leg, oops well we thought it
was your leg!

    To be continued with the correct chapter soon!

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