Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2006 14:37:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Slave Show, Part  Eleven

THE SLAVE SHOW

By Pete Brown.   petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
Read all of Pete's stories at
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Part  Eleven


Any worries that I might have had, or any residual
sympathy for me from my team mates, simply evaporated
on the news that I was going to be doing porn DVDs.
To these mostly sex-starved blokes the thought of
having endless sex, and being paid for it, was
overwhelmingly erotic - they didn't stop to think
about whether you liked fucking men, or women, or of
being fucked, or of having to do this very intimate
thing in public anyway....  They all started to ask
Dan "How much are you getting?" And "How many women
will he get to screw?", and "Will it be an orgy - lots
of blokes and lots of women?", and stuff like that.
They seemed to almost forget me, and I sat therewith
my pint, and then had another, and another, and
another as the usual after-match jollity deteriorated
into the kind of bragging match blokes can get into
where all the stories seem to start "Then one night I
met this bird who...."

Julie wasn't at all pleased as we got back really
late, and the lunch had been sitting around for over
an hour.  Dan mumbled "Look, I told you we might be
late, as Ray had that little thing to do for Steve...
And after that, we all thought he deserved a pint...."

"Who, Dan?  Ray, or Steve?  And from the smell of you
both, it wasn't just 'a'' pint!"

"Both, of course!  And you know how it is when we all
get together - I mean, you have to stay in the
drinking game, don't you?  They'd think it very odd if
you upped and left..."

Julie came over to me then and put her hand on my arm,
"I'm sorry, Steve.  When Dan told me last night, I was
really worried for you.  But you seem to have
survived.  Are you all right?"

"Yes", I mumbled... I'm not sure whether it was
because my speaking was a bit fuddled with all the
beer, or whether I was embarrassed at having Julie
even know something as intimate as that about me -
well, not 'know' as she already 'knew'  I wasn't
circumcised then from when she was trimming my pubes.
But to have a woman talking to me about my 'skin -
well, it was fucking embarrassing,  I can tell you.

Still, Julie fused over me for the rest of the
afternoon, bringing me big mugs of hot, sweet tea,
offering me aspirins, and telling Shane  "not to
bother Steve, as he's not very well".  Then she
decided to take Shane out for a walk, and when Dan
said he'd go too, she snapped "No, Daniel!  You stay
here and tell Steve how sorry you are for what you've
had done to him.  You can make him some more tea, or
fetch him another aspirin if he needs one - a man
who's been through that shouldn't have to keep getting
up and seeing to things for himself.  And, anyway you
two men need to sort it out between you..."

"Jules, there's nothing to sort out - he needed it
done, and he's a slave, and I'm his owner, so I
arranged it, and that's all there is to it."

"I'm not listening to that nonsense, Dan!  Steve's not
just a slave, he's a man, just like you.  How would
you feel if someone came and did that to your cock?
You're always so proud of that foreskin of yours, -
every night when you take your boxers off you stand
there and fiddle with it...."

"I don't..."

"You don't even notice you do it, Dan, it's so much a
habit for you.  But every night I watch you pinching
it and pulling it past the end of your penis, then
pushing it back off the head  to have a proper look at
yourself, and then pushing it back to cover it before
you get into bed!  You men seem to really like those
little pieces of skin, and now you've taken that away
from Steve - so you just sit there and tell him how
sorry you are. When I get back I want you two men to
be friends again.  And make sure he's comfortable, and
has everything he wants, too!"

"Jules, please... We're not friends!  Steve is a
slave, remember?"

"A slave who lives in the same house as us, who works
with you, who we depend on to keep afloat
financially....."

With that, Julie turned and stalked out, and I sat
back on to the sofa and flicked the TV on with the
remote.  Dan at once snapped his fingers, expecting me
to hand it over.

"Hey, I thought it was me who was supposed to be a bit
coddled this afternoon!  The least you could let me do
is choose the TV channel, Dan - it's always you
sitting there, flicking backwards and forwards...."

"Fuck it, Steve!  I choose things like that in this
house...."

"Julie said I was to be a bit.... 'Coddled', I think
the word she used was.  It's little enough, to let me
choose the TV channel...."

"Fuck what Julie said, Steve.  We're two blokes here,
not some namby-pamby collection of bleeding heart
women. And I'm your owner, and don't you forget it.
And what I say goes.  Now, fucking hand it over!"

I shrugged, to show him I thought he was being a bit
childish, especially as he then proceeded to select
the channel I wanted anyway, as it's the big match on
a Sunday afternoon.

Dan came and sat and watched the match for a bit too,
and then, after about twenty minutes of stony silence
from both of us, he muttered "I reckon Julie's right
as usual, Steve.  I am sorry - but it had to be done.
And I can't afford to pay for it...."

"Had to be done?  Oh, fuck off, Dan!  You never had
any complaints about my cock with it on!"

"Steve, you're being unreasonable.  I explained about
the breed standards - and you know yourself that you
lost to Joe yesterday.  And why do you think that is?
I can tell you - it's because when the Captain pulled
Joe's G-string off, everyone could see his cock head
properly."


"But Dan, it was part of me..."

"But it's not needed.  Like your appendix.  You can do
perfectly well without it.  And millions of men do,
after all...."

"So why didn't you have yourself done at the same
time?"

"Oh now you're just being fucking ridiculous!  I don't
need it done...."

"And neither did I!"

"Yes you did, Steve!  Can't you get it into your thick
skull that you did need it done?  With that little bit
of useless skin on you, it's unlikely that you'd ever
again win a competition.  And, as I've explained to
you endlessly, we need the money.  Now I'm not on
show, so I don't need to be done...."

We sat there in sullen silence for a couple more
minutes, then Dan turned to me "I'll still want your
cock, you know... It won't make any difference at all,
once you're healed...."

"A fat chance of that, for a few weeks....  And,
anyway, what makes you think I'd want to fuck with
you, after this?"

Dan moved closer to me on the sofa.  "I could order
you to fuck me, you know - and there are ways of
making slaves obey....  But I reckon you want to fuck
me just as much as  I want you to do it to me.  You're
not telling me that all that stuff you do to me is
just a show....."   Dan went quiet for a moment, to
let me think, and when I didn't say anything he knew
he'd struck home.  So he seemed to get more confident,
and went on "Anyway, you can't fuck me now, Steve, but
there are other things two blokes can do together, you
know...."

I was still angry with him, though, and when he put
his arm around my neck to pull my head close to him so
that he could kiss me, I turned away and wouldn't
respond.  He persisted, though, and I felt his other
hand wheedling its way under the bottom of my T, and
making its way up towards my nips.  I winced, and gave
a loud "Ow!", as Dan's fingers went to tweak my left
nip.

"Fuck me, that hurts, Dan!  That's where that clamp
from the rosette went on yesterday...."

He sounded really sorry then, as he muttered "I'm
sorry, Steve... I forgot....."
"Forgot that I'm just some sort of prize animal to
you, that gets put in shows, is made to parade around
with a prize rosette on him like a piece of stock?
That can be cut around, to please his owner?"

"You're right, Steve.  I forgot that you're a man,
too, and one I really like.  I was wrong to have you
'skinned, OK?  Well, wrong to have it done without
explaining it to you first."

"...and asking me...."

"No, Steve.  I don't need to ask you, as you are a
slave, you know.  But when two blokes are close, like
we are, well... I ought to have discussed it with you,
 so that at least you'd know what was happening....
And I admit it wasn't a good idea to have it done in
front of all the team like that, with them holding you
down.... But I've explained that:  I really can't
afford the hospital fees.

I was still rather gruff with him, but I'm not the
sort of bloke that can hold a grudge for a long time.
 "Well I still reckon I didn't need it..."

"Steve, it's you who was complaining about losing out
to Joe.  And you must admit, when you see him standing
there with that cock of his all exposed...."

I shrugged.  "You may be right...."

"I know I am, Steve!  Now, come here...."

This time when he pulled me to him and I felt his
tongue pushing at me, I didn't resist.  Or, rather,  I
went on the counter attack and soon had him helpless
under me on the sofa with my tongue deep down his
throat, and his body thrashing around futilely under
me as I mercilessly tweaked his nips.  After a few
minutes I let him up, still keeping him cradled in my
arms, and we were both laughing.  "So, Dan, what are
we going to do now?  I can't fuck you.... Ray said!"

"I could fuck you though, Steve...."

"You know I don't like that...."

"Well you'd better get your mouth busy then and make
sure I'm drained... before I  decide my cock needs
some exercise, whether you like it or not...."

I pulled his jeans off really roughly, and I gave him
no mercy as I plunged my mouth down onto his cock, and
then licked his balls, and sucked them into my
mouth....  And I nibbled at his 'skin, until he was
helpless with laughter and that wonderful sense that
you don't know whether  something is fun, or tickling,
or hurting... And when I then stopped, and began to
wank him, refusing to stop and being really very rough
with him, I reckon it was one of the best experiences
he'd ever had.

When Julie got back we were again sitting primly apart
on the sofa watching the TV, and she came up to Dan
brightly and kissed him.  "So, have you two boys made
up, then?"

"Yes."

"Steve?"

"I guess so...."  I couldn't help a small smile
breaking out as I said this, as I wondered what she'd
say if I really told her how we'd become friends
again.

Well of course the next week was not all that great -
I had to work, of course, and that's very tiring, with
the long, long commute.  And there wasn't much point
in stopping on the way home from the station as I
couldn't fuck Dan or anything like that, and just
fondling him and kissing him and stuff only made me
even more frustrated.  We couldn't do a photoshoot or
a Show or anything on the Saturday, of course, so Dan
made me go in to the site to earn another day's pay,
which didn't please me one little bit. And of course
on Sunday the team was looking a bit sheepish when we
congregated before the match as I think they'd thought
that holding me down wasn't a very nice thing to do.
But afterwards, in the showers, they all wanted to
take a look at me, and as the bandage was off by now I
kind of stood there and held my cock in the palm of my
hand so they could see all the really fresh pink skin
surrounded by the darker bands of scarring.... And I
even got an erection for them so they could watch:
almost the first time that week that it hadn't been
painful.  Several of the blokes asked me if it really
hurt, as they'd sometimes thought about having it done
as their wives didn't like them getting into bed
without going and washing their cocks thoroughly, and
that was a real passion killer, and I could only shrug
- I mean, you can't admit to another man that you're
in pain, can you?

When we got home, though, Julie was looking worried.
She clutched at Dan, and said "I think you need to
take me to the hospital....  "

"The baby's not due for another two weeks...."

"Dan, get me to the hospital, and stop trying to
analyse everything!"

"What about Shane?  Your mother's not coming until
next week...."

"We can leave him with Steve, Dan!  That's OK, isn't
it, Steve?  Dan will come back later...."

I nodded , smiling.

"Julie, w e can't leave Shane with Steve!  He's only a
tiny kid, and Steve's a big male slave.... You know
how funny people are about things like that...."

"Dan, Steve's a nice man, you know that..  A Really
nice man.  And most men do not interfere with small
boys - statistically, even, it's a minute number.  And
for someone like Steve, who we know and like, there's
absolutely no risk at all.  Now, get my bag.... And
Steve, look after Shane, please... You can let him
have what he likes for tea, as a treat... I expect
he'll be upset as Dan and I are not here...."

There was a flurry of activity then as Dan raced
around collecting stuff for Julie, and getting her out
into the car.  And before she left she leant through
the car window and blew a little kiss at Shane.  "Now,
it's a special treat that we've left you with
Steve....  It shows your father and I trust you....
Remember, Steve is a slave, so you're in charge!  You
tell Steve what you want for tea, and he'll make it
for you.  And you can watch TV for an hour before bed,
and you tell Steve which channel to put it on, as
you're the master and you choose things like that...."

I know she was only doing it to make little Shane feel
important so he wouldn't miss her, but all the same I
knew there was enough truth in it to make me feel
uncomfortable:  in a few years time 'little' Shane
really would be in charge as he was free, and I'd have
to obey, as I was a slave.

Shane looked as if he was going to cry as Julie and
Dan drove off, so I hugged him and told him he had to
be brave and that mommy and daddy would soon be home
again, and to take his mind off things I asked  him
what he wanted for tea and he promptly said "Beans on
toast!".

It was tough, I can tell you.  I've got no experience
of cooking and stuff like that - and especially not of
looking after kids, very young kids.  It took me ages
to find the tins of beans, and the bread in the
freezer, and little Shane soon was laughing as he
showed me how to use the toaster.  And he made me cut
the corners off the toast "like mommy did for him".
He sat there then sort of doodling with his food and
asked "Steve, why don't you know how to do things like
this?  Mommy knows how to do toast, daddy knows, too,
as he does it sometimes on Saturdays and Sundays.
You're a big man, Steve, why don't you know?"

"Well when I was a boy, my mom didn't like me in the
kitchen much.... And when I was sixteen I left
home.... And I've never lived by myself:  I went into
the army, and they provide all your food, as you
always eat with your mates in the mess...."

"But you're a slave now, aren't you, Steve.  On the TV
all the programmes show slaves working in the kitchen.
 Why don't you do that?"

"Well I'm not that sort of slave, I suppose.  I work
outdoors, on construction.  And your mommy and daddy
can't afford a slave to work in the kitchen.  You
don't want to believe all the stuff you see on the TV,
you know.... Not everyone has slaves in the kitchen,
only very rich folk."

"So my daddy works in construction too, I know.  He
sometimes brings his hard hat home.  So do you work
with my daddy?"

"No.  It's kind of different - I actually do it: the
digging and unloading and carrying and things like
that on the site.  Your daddy manages it - tells us
what to do, marks out where we're to dig, tells us
where to put the stuff when the trucks arrive."

"When I grow up, Steve, I'm going to be like daddy.
It sounds more fun to tell the slaves what's to be
done, rather than having to do it."

"Well it's not more fun, exactly - it's different.
Your dad and I do different things on the site.  One
isn't more fun than the other - they both have to be
done if the building is to get built.  And your dad
has a lot of worries, a lot of responsibilities, if
things aren't done right."

Shane carried on stolidly munching his way through his
beans, making little patterns in the tomato sauce on
the plate.  "And does daddy tell you what to do when
you're at a slave show, Steve?  Does he make you do
things like go to bed when he says, and clean your
teeth, and put your toys away...."

"Yes, I suppose he does.  Not all those things
exactly, but other things.  He wants me to look nice,
and show off properly, as he wants to win the prizes."

"So daddy always tells you what to do?   I don't think
I want to be a slave, Steve - when I grow up I don't
want everyone always telling me what to do.  I think
it's better to tell the slaves to do things for
me...."

I sort of grinned, and shrugged.  I really didn't want
to continue this conversation. "But sometimes it's OK
to be a slave.  Slaves can do things your daddy can't,
you know."

Shane looked up.  "Like what?"

I balled my fist, and flexed my arm, and the big
muscles in my biceps stood out in hard profile as I
pushed the arm of my T up a bit.  "Well, like that!
Look at my muscles.... You can't do that, can you,
Shane?"

He flexed his arm a bit, then shook his head.
"Neither can your daddy.  You have to work hard as a
big strong slave to be able to do things like that.
That's what I mean when I say it's just different - I
can do things your daddy can't, and he does things
that I can't do as I'm a slave."

Shane nodded again, and I decided that was enough.
"Now, didn't your mommy say you could watch TV for an
hour before bed?"

"Yes, Steve, and you've got to watch what I want....
Mommy said.  And you're a slave, and slaves have to do
things like that, don't they?"

I smiled at him, but felt a bit odd inside as of
course it was true - I really had very little freedom
of action.  But I scooped him up out of the chair,
half tossed him in the air so he began to giggle and
laugh, and told him "...and this is what big slaves
can do to little boys.... Now, come on...."

We sat together on the sofa and watched mostly
cartoons, but when I said "It's time for bed now..",
he looked up at me and replied "No, Steve.  You're a
slave, and you have to do what I say.  And I don't
want to go to bed yet."

"But your mommy and daddy ordered me to put you to bed
after one hour of TV, so that's what I'll do.  Mommies
and daddies can give orders to slaves too, remember -
and I have to obey them, like you have to do what your
mommy and daddy tell you to do."

That seemed to satisfy him and I let him ride on my
back up the stairs as I'd seen Dan do with him, then
stood there as he cleaned his teeth, and pulled his
pyjamas on.  He looked so tiny and alone then in his
bed, and his voice had gone all trembly and frail, as
if he wanted to cry, as he whispered "Will mommy and
daddy be back soon, Steve?"

"Yes, of course they will.  Your mommy is just going
to bring a lovely surprise for you, and daddy wants to
be with her.  But you go to sleep now, and when you
wake up daddy will be here...."

I really am no good at this domestic stuff, and when
he said "Can I have the door open, Steve?  Will you
come if I call you?" all I could do was say yes.  And
when I was half way down the stairs, I heard his tiny
voice piping "Steve, Steve.....", so I went up again.

"You're supposed to be going to sleep, Shane..."

"Mommy and daddy always kiss me goodnight....  I want
mommy, or daddy, Steve...."  I thought he was going to
burst out crying, and almost panicked - for fuck's
sake, what was  I supposed to do?

"Well mommy and daddy aren't here now, as you know....
But they'll be back soon, I promise."

"I don't want to go to sleep, Steve..."

So I did what seemed naturel.  I whispered "Shhhh...
You need to be a big boy now, Shane.  Mommy and daddy
will be home soon... Now.....", then bent over the bed
and sort of tucked him in, and gave him a light kiss
on the cheek.  His little arms came up and held me
tight around the neck, then he kissed me, and fell
back into bed.

Fuck me, I was glad that was over!  This looking after
kids stuff was a lot harder than I'd imagined, and I
tiptoed down the stairs as I didn't want to make any
noise, and then was worried about turning the TV on in
case the sound kept him awake.  So I went into the
kitchen and thought I ought to clear things up, but
I'd never really done washing up before, so it took a
long time.   And, frankly, I thought I deserved a beer
then, and plundered one of Dan's carefully hoarded
cans from the bottom of the fridge - there wasn't
money to spare to buy a lot, I knew, and Dan probably
had a record of exactly how many he had.  But, what
the hell...

I was asleep on the sofa when Dan shook me awake - he
was really agitated, and I looked at the clock "Dan,
for fuck's sake, it's two o'clock...."

"Steve, it's OK!  I've got another son...."

I came up from where my brain was still half asleep,
then and slapped him on the back  "Fucking great, Dan!
 How's Julie...."

"She's fine.  We were only there an hour before she
gave birth.... No problems, easy really.  And I was
there, watching.... But she sent me home now, as she
wants to get some rest.... And....  He's fantastic,
Steve, seven pounds, looks just like me...."

He sort of collapsed on to the sofa then, and I went
out into the kitchen and came back in with two more of
the precious beers.  I pulled them open, stuffed one
into his hand.... "Cheers, then... Here's to the new
son, and mom, and dad...."

He clinked his can against mine.  "Fucking hell,
Steve:  it was magic when Shane was born, but that was
kind of, well, unplanned... But you know we sat down
and decided we wanted another kid as we didn't want
Shane growing up all by himself....  And it was even
better this time....  It's incredible, Steve, to know
that I've got two sons now, Shane and little Liam....
They're going to be just like me...."

He saw me sitting there silent.  "Hey, Steve.... I
thought you'd be happy for me..."

"I am.  You know that.  It's just... Well.... I'm
never going to have sons, I guess."

"I suppose not.  But so what...."

"A man wants to leave something behind, Dan. When
you're old, you'll have Shane and Liam to remind you
of how you were now...."

Another of those thundering silences.

"Do you think you'd have got married then, Steve?"

"Dunno.  It's hard, especially when you're in the
army.  Either you do it when you're about twenty, or
you don't meet people as you're always away, always
moving around....  And now... Well, there's no chance,
is there?"

"Hey, Steve, when I'm making a lot more money I'll buy
a female slave for you, how about that...?"

I grinned.  "At that rate I'll be too old to fuck her!
 By the time you've paid for all the expenses of Shane
and Liam, and they've left home and you've paid off
the mortgage..... It will take for ever.  I suppose
I'd better get used to the idea that it's me and my
hand from now on...."

In that way that banter between two blokes -
especially sexual banter - can suddenly turn serious,
it did.  The mood changed as if clouds had swept
across the sun.  Dan went silent for a moment, and
looked straight into my eyes.  "There's always me to
fuck, Steve..."

"A quick fumble on the way back from the station... Is
that all I've got to look forward to?"

"Steve, you know how it is.  I've got Julie, Shane,
and now Liam.... I can't risk losing them, Steve."

I sat there silently.  I realised I'd kind of slumped
forward, resting my forearms on my thighs and not
looking at Dan.

"Steve, please... Don't be like that.... I need you,
Steve...."

"It's no good, Dan.  It can't work out.  You've got
the family.  You've got a job, with prospects.  I've
got.... Nothing."  It took me a long time to say that,
and I felt dreadful as the realisation came to me that
although I wasn't exactly jealous, I really did envy
Dan and what he'd got.

The silence seemed to grow heavier and deeper.  Then
there was a faint rustle as Dan moved, and his arms
were around my neck as he pulled me backwards from
where I was slumped forward, and pressed his lips to
mine.

Well, you probably know how it is.  You don't want to
give in, you want to carry on arguing.  But when the
bloke you love is kissing at you and nuzzling your
neck and his arms are running up and down your
body..... A couple of instants later I was responding,
and had Dan clasped in my arms and my tongue deep down
his throat.

When we "came up for air" a few minutes later, I
looked at him straight in the eyes.  "I guess if this
is all I can have, it's better than nothing...."

"Steve, don't be like that... It's different with
you... I mean I love Julie and everything...."

"...and fuck her...."

"Yes, that, of course.  But I love you too, Steve.
Just differently.  I want to be with you, Steve, have
you...."

"Dan, I love you too... But there's one
difference...."

He looked at me quizzically, and I half laughed.  "I
get to do the fucking, Dan...."

Well it was one of the more bizarre evenings I'd ever
spent.  We almost tore each others clothes off as we
wrestled around on the sofa, desperate to feel the
closeness and warmth of each other.  But when I almost
picked Dan up and had him straddle my thighs as I sat
there, so that he could lower himself onto my cock, he
pulled away fro an instant and got up.  Coming back a
few seconds later he reached around my neck and undid
my chain collar, and I heard it clink as it fell to
the floor.

"Now we're equal, Steve.... At least tonight..... And,
anyway, I can't bite that lovely neck of yours with
that chain in the way...."   He tugged at my hand
then, and in just the same way as he had with Julie
the night before, led me up the stairs.

".... It's easier to fuck properly in bed, Steve...."

"But this is your room... Yours and Julie's....."

"You are stupid sometimes, Steve... It's a bed.... Now
come on...."

I'd never really fucked him properly, in a bed,
before, and we were both excited and almost delirious
with passion as we explored our bodies and tried all
sorts of different approaches.  It was as if my cock
wanted to go so deep into him that we needed to pull
each other around into exotic configurations in a vain
attempt to press ever more close to each other.  And
then, afterwards, I cradled him in my arms and hugged
him tight to me as we drifted off to sleep together -
something I'd never done with a man before.

I woke up in the morning, suddenly aware of the
delicious warmth of a body against mine.  I was lying
on my back, and Dan was half sprawled across me - one
knee was between my thighs and I could feel his hard
cock on my belly, and he was taking half his weight on
one elbow as he looked down at me.  "Come on, sleepy
head... Time to wake up...", he whispered as he traced
one finger over my face.

"What time is it.... Fuck, it's daylight... The
train...."

"You're not going to the site today, Steve, as I need
to go and fetch Julie from the hospital and I need you
 to stay here with Shane."  His face came down and he
kissed me then, and I tasted his night-soured breath -
strangely, it seemed right, proper, and not at all
unpleasant.  I supposed I must be the same.

And so we lay there, watching the hands of the clock
crawl around from 06:30 to 07:30 as we fucked again,
only this time in complete contrast to the sexual
frenzy of the night before... Now all was slow, and
languorous, and lazy, as we explored every inch of
each other with our fingers and mouths before I
finally shot what I thought must be the biggest lode
of cum ever deep into him.

I'd have stayed there all day, but Dan got up then,
dragged the sheets off me, and slapped my bum.  "Come
on, slave!  You've got work to do, even though you're
not going to the site..."

"What?"

"Get showered, we'll get Shane up, then I want the car
washed so it's sparkling and clean for Julie.  And
then you'd better work out how to use the washing
machine, as we can hardly leave the bed clothes like
this....."

I could see what he meant.  And we both laughed, as we
began the next part of our lives together.  There was
only just one tiny thing that scarred the day for me -
as I came down the stairs, Dan picked up my collar and
fastened it once more around my neck.

"I thought we were equals..."

"Sometimes, Steve.  But Julie would think it odd if
you weren't collared, wouldn't she?"

End Of Part Eleven