Date: Wed, 23 Feb 2005 21:59:05 -0600
From: Tyler StJames <tylerstjames@msn.com>
Subject: The Freshman Five Chapter 2

This story is, of course, a work of fiction.  Any and all sex is between two
(or more, heh heh) consensual, of-age males.  If male/male sexual relations
offend you, you must be on the wrong website.

The Freshman Five

Chapter 2 - Getting settled

AC could feel himself soften as he walked to the door to peer out the
peephole at whoever had decided to disturb his "alone time".

However, the vision that met him assuaged his anger and he felt himself
stiffen again.  There, on the other side of the door was his co-worker and
the cause of many lost hours of masturbatory fantasies: Billy Batson.  Billy
was hopelessly clueless and terminally straight.  Every time AC and Billy
worked together it was "Lois" this and "Mary-Jane" that.  Apparently he'd
made it with anything warm that had a pussy and tits.  Still, AC would
imagine climbing Billy's 6'3" frame, his massive, bulging biceps and
enormous pectorals sweaty from yet another body building workout.  He'd
imagined licking every inch of Billy Batson from his full lips and chin
divot, down his hairy chest and perky nipples, along the deep crevice
between his rippling abs to the grand prize: Billy's enormous cock.  It was
rumored with the women at the school that Billy was so big he'd sent one
girl to the hospital from fucking her too hard.

This intrigued and frightened AC.  What would it be like to have something
that big and thick in your ass?  What would it be like to have someone that
big and sexed up behind that tool, driving it into you?  AC was used to
having hot sex with Dick, but at a rumored 11 inches long and 5 inches wide,
Dick would pale in comparison.  AC's relationship with dick was constantly
on his mind.  What were they? Dick and AC had spent their summer year
together when they were scouted by Stern to join the athletic club.  The
three months between their Junior and Senior years of high school were spent
in rigorous training for their respective sports, going through test after
test, strength and endurance training to get a head start on their Senior
and Freshman years.  Dick had been AC's roommate over that summer and one
day AC had come back from swimming when he'd found Dick asleep on his own
bed.  AC didn't think much of the fact that dick was lying around in just
some snug white briefs because it was really hot and the dorm they were
staying in didn't have air conditioning.  But after AC had put his gym bag
down and went to go to the bathroom, he noticed that not only did Dick have
a healthy smearing of cum on his thick chest and tummy, he also had a glob
of it on his underwear.  Upon closer inspection, AC discovered that Dick was
wearing a pair of his underwear and a satisfied smile.

A knock on the door brought AC back to reality.  Big, yummy Billy Batson was
getting impatient.  AC quickly stuffed his semi-hard penis into some shorts
and grabbed a t-shirt, putting it on as he opened the door.  Billy eyed him
suspiciously, and then, looking at AC's face, broke into a shit-eating grin.

"Working out in there, AC?" Billy chuckled.

"Shutup, meathead," AC shot back, playfully.

Billy grabbed AC in a headlock and began to noogie him relentlessly.

"Oh yeah?  Meathead huh?  You're the one who smells like meat, man.  Jeez,
at least wipe up afterwards!  You smell like a used cum rag!"  Billy
laughed.  He let AC go.

"Whatever, I won't even START to tell you what it smells like under your
armpit!" AC shot back.  Billy laughed even harder.  It did something to AC's
heart to see such a huge and brutally hunky guy like Billy laugh. His
straight teeth and eager smile could melt the iciest heart.  As AC grabbed
his book bag and closed his door, he made a mental note to introduce Billy
to Bruce sometime.

AC and Billy made small talk as they headed toward work. They worked the
equipment center at the university gym every Tuesday and Thursday and every
other Saturday.  It gave them a little extra cash and free use of any
equipment they wanted.  Most times AC would do homework while he and Billy
chatted easily.  Billy was a nice guy and though not OVERLY bright was good
for conversation about general pop-culture and sports.  Usually at some
point the conversation would turn to girls.  Billy would go on and on about
this girl or that girl, but he never seemed to catch on that AC was not
really all THAT interested.  AC let it go on because sometimes, Billy would
get so caught up in things that his already large package would get a little
fuller and he'd be able to smell the manly scent of a hot cock, filling with
blood and leaking little tears of precum.  The smell was intoxicating and AC
often had to excuse himself to the restroom or start the inventory so as not
to alarm Billy with his raging hard-on.

Today was going to be INSANE at the cage (the equipment was all stowed in a
huge cage where he and Billy would work from).  All the sports and fitness
freshman and returning alumni were going to be in to check out the gym and
some, AC suspected, were there to check out each other, sorting out the
predators and the prey for the next year.

Work went by quickly because of all the customers.  Billy and AC didn't have
a moment to breathe let alone chat or do homework.  As the new guys checked
out their equipment, AC checked out their 'equipment', filing away each
hottie for later jack off fantasies.  At one point there had been so many
cute guys in a row that AC had to stand up and press himself against the
desk to hide his growing boner from Billy and the entirety of the locker
room.


***

Bruce slowed to a halt outside Clark's door.  Clark had finished unpacking
and was busy setting up his computer when he took notice of Bruce's
presence.  Clark stood, straightening out his large frame and extending his
right hand to Bruce.  Bruce looked at his hand and then smiled weakly as he
extended his left.  Clark, looking slightly confused, switched hands and
gripped Bruce's hand firmly with his, taking care not to grip too firmly.

"Clark Kent."

"Bruce Wayne," Bruce eeked out, his voice catching in his throat.

"You new here too?" Clark asked, his hands on his hips.

"Um, yeah...I'm here for medicine...you?"

"Sports.  Football scholarship," Clark grinned broadly.  Bruce took in the
sight of Clark, his almost overly fit body, bulging in all the right places,
his t-shirt stretched tight against his muscles almost obscenely.  Bruce
scolded himself for doing it, indulging in a dirty fantasy of ripped
clothing and passionate, deep kissing when he knew it was wrong.  Long he'd
tried to fight those feelings and as he went on it became harder and more
frustrating to do.  Since the death of his parents, Bruce felt that they
were always watching over him...a thought that used to comfort him.  But
now?  Now that he was grown and out on his own he found it disquieting and a
constant nuisance.  He could try to put them out of his mind and for brief
moments, when Bruce could manage it he was free.  But then afterwards, after
he'd abused his body and was cleaning up the resulting mess, the guilt would
set in and he'd want to die.

"T-that's great," Bruce said feebly.  Clark returned to working on his
computer, which was nearly finished.  He was busy plugging cords into the
right ports and the big stuff into the power sockets.  As Clark bent over,
Bruce bit his lip, willing his penis to stay flaccid, but to no avail.  The
fullness of Clark's butt stretched the back of his jeans to capacity, the
orb-like mounds of his ass almost inviting one to taste them.  'Come take a
bite,' they seemed to call and Bruce bit harder.

"What kind of medicine you interested in?" Clark asked casually.  Bruce was
thankful that he was wearing his long trench today.

"Actually sports medicine, you know, healing strains, sprains and bruises,"
Bruce said, mesmerized by Clark's form as Clark hunched over the desk to
plug his monitor into the computer tower.

"Great, maybe we'll work together some...oh my God, Bruce you're bleeding,"
Clark said and pointed to Bruce's face.

"Oh, am I?  Sorry, that happens sometime.  I chew my lip when I'm
nerv...ous," Bruce said haltingly, realizing mid-word that he'd said maybe
too much.

"Do I make you nervous?" Clark asked genuinely, concern in his eyes.

"No, not at all, I just...um," Bruce stammered.

"You need to clean that up," Dick said.  Bruce jumped at the voice beside
him.  He'd been so entranced by Clark that he'd failed to realize that Dick
had even come in.  "It looks really bad," Dick said.

"Yeah, I should...go.  Bye Clark," Bruce said.

"Bye Bruce.  Nice to meet you!" Clark called as Bruce turned to leave.

"Um, BYE BRUCE!" Dick yelled down the hall.  Bruce's door shut without a
reply from its owner.

"Gawd he's weird," Dick muttered to himself.  Clark looked up and then back
down to the task at had.

"So, you moved in okay Clark?" Dick asked.  Clark nodded as he clicked away
on the computer.

"Yes I am, thank you," Clark said as he clicked the tower and screen on.

"Listen, I just wanted to say that you shouldn't worry about the money...if
worse comes to worst you can just get a job on campus.  True, most of the
good ones are taken, but you don't look like you'd be too adverse to a
little physical labor," Dick said.  Clark blushed.

"I suppose not, although I'm really supposed to be concentrating on my
studies up here," Clark said, checking an e-mail from his neighbor telling
him that he and Clark's mother had gotten home safe and sound.

"Well you know what they say, all work and no play..." Dick said as he
turned around to go.

Clark looked up.

"You don't have to go, do you Dick?" Clark asked.  "I'm sorry if I wasn't
paying attention very well just then, I was making sure my mom had gotten
home okay."

Dick blushed as he turned around.  Clark wanted him there.  Tall, handsome,
body-to-die-for Clark Kent wanted him to stay.  He looked into Clark's eyes
and melted.  A warm tingle of shivers started from Dick's head down to his
chest where his nipples hardened, down his torso to his stomach and then
came to rest in his cock and balls, which churned excitedly in their jockey
pouch.

"N-no, I don't have to go..." Dick said, walking back into Clark's room.

Clark turned his chair around backwards and sat on it, crossing his arms and
resting them on the top of the back of the chair.  Dick sat on Clark's bare
mattress and rested his back against the wall.  Dick felt so comfortable
with Clark yet somehow uneasy, it was difficult to filter through the many
thoughts and feelings inside at this point, being as he was in the presence
of Clark's hotness.  The position Clark had chosen gave Dick a lovely view
of Clark's package through the hole in the back of the chair.  Dick smiled
pleasantly and relaxed as Clark put any and all of Dick's uneasy feelings at
rest.  They started chatting and chatted on and on about everything and
nothing.  Then Clark came right out with it.

"You have a girlfriend?" he asked.

"Um...no," Dick said.  Man this guy had to have ZERO gaydar.

"Hmmm...neither do I," Clark said.

"Why's that?" Dick tried to play it cool, but he was starting to freak out.
Why was Clark asking this question?

"No reason really.  I grew up in a very small town.  Not a huge selection
except for the popular girls.  I however wasn't really that popular in high
school.  Then when I was popular my senior year I was so busy with football
that I didn't have time for a girlfriend," Clark explained.

"Did you ever like a girl?" Dick asked.  Clark gazed out the window.

"Yeah.  There was this girl, Lana...she was great.  She always invited me to
dances and stuff, but she had a boyfriend already who was on the football
team," Clark said.

"Oh man, that's rough.  But...I mean, you were a football jock.  Couldn't
you have gotten some from just any of the cheerleaders anytime you wanted?"
Dick asked.

"Yeah, I guess if I'd wanted to.  But I never really did, you know?  I would
want more than that from a girl: to get to know her and be her friend first,
not just a cheap lay," Clark replied.  Dick's heart sunk. Red flag.  The guy
was straight.  Damn it anyway.  I owe AC five bucks now.

"Yeah, man.  I understand," Dick said, sliding off the bed and heading for
the door.

"Wait, where are you going?" Clark asked.

"I've gotta go study, Clark," Dick explained.

"Ah, okay.  Well, you have a good day, Dick," Clark said heartily.  All Dick
could muster was a weak smile and a wave as he left.

***

Things had slowed down at the cage just before they closed it up and AC was
able to get a little studying done.  Bent over the counter still so as to
hide his still throbbing bone from Billy's eyes, AC kept working on his
homework while Billy closed things up.  After exercising great will power,
AC's member finally reached a point where he could walk around in public and
get noticed but not arrested.  Billy grumbled angrily about something and
threw a slammed the check out clipboard so hard that it broke into little
splinters.  This wasn't the first time it'd happened, Billy sometimes got a
little carried away and didn't know his own strength some times.  After
sweeping up the remains of the clipboard, AC and Billy locked up and headed
out.

"What's wrong dude?" AC asked Billy.  Billy was fuming.

"I forgot to get a fucking blue book from the student store!"

"You have a test?  School hasn't started yet..."

"Yeah, I know, but I'm on academic probation and my counselor needs to test
my self-study progress from this summer.  My high school English teacher
hated me and said the only way I was getting into this university was to do
self-study over the summer."

"School hasn't even started yet and you're already on academic probation?"
AC asked.

"Shut up, man," Billy said, looking at his feet, obviously embarrassed.

"Sorry Billy.  Why didn't you say anything?  I've been studying all summer
for AP English, why didn't you study in the cage with me?  I coulda helped
you out man," AC said.

"Dunno.  You're smarter than me, I woulda slowed you down dude," Billy said,
looking at AC sheepishly.

"Aw...Billy that's okay.  It's not a big deal.  I would have loved to help
you out," AC said.

"Well damn!  I've got that timed essay test tomorrow, I don't even know how
to write the fucker and now I don't even have a blue book to write it in,"
Billy said, his anger mounting.

"Why can't you just buy one tomorrow morning?" AC asked.

"'Cause the test starts at 8 am and the student store doesn't open until 9,"
Billy answered.

"Well come up to my room and I'll grab you one.  I've got a couple spare
ones from the entrance exams," AC said.  Billy's face lit up.

"For real?  Aw man that'd be awesome AC!  Thanks little bro," Billy said and
grabbed AC in one of his playful but inescapable headlocks.  AC's hear sank.
  "Little brother": the curse of the shorter man.  AC wasn't short, but he
must have looked like a midget to Billy.  Little brother, like "nice guy" or
"sweetheart" was one of those labels that'll get your cheeks pinched and
your hair tousled but will get you bupkis in bed.

Once at his apartment, however, AC couldn't remember where he'd put the
books.

"Where did I put the damned things? I know they're here.  I saw them just
the other day..." AC said as he rummaged around his stuff.  Billy made
himself comfortable and plopped down on AC's bed, which moaned slightly
under the pressure of Billy's enormous body.  AC always told Billy that if
Vin Diesel ever saw him, he'd run right back to the gym and try to bulk up
some more.  Billy always laughed but it was true, he was built like an
ox...an ox with 5% body fat.

AC was glad to be crouched on the other end of the room, looking through his
papers.  Billy's man smell was starting to have an effect on his cock and
he'd hoped to find the books and send Billy on his way before AC junior got
him into any trouble.  No one wanted Billy angry with them and AC wanted
even less for Billy to get defensive and angry.  Not a good combination.  AC
tried breathing more steadily to get his boner to subside, as his nylon
shorts would not aid him in hiding his arousal.  Finally a bit of light blue
caught AC's eye.  He turned around with the books in hand and stopped short,
his mouth agape, his eyes wide: Billy was laying on his back on AC's bed
with one leg up, staring at the ceiling.  The leg up had pulled the fabric
of Billy's shorts to the side and there it was: all of Billy.  It was thick,
at least as big around as a 12 oz. Aquafina.  The thing practically hit
mid-thigh and tapered down to a generous length of foreskin, hooding the
bulbous head.

AC knew better.  He knew he shouldn't be looking but he couldn't help it.
It had him hypnotized.  And no matter how many times his brain screamed at
him to look away, that he'd be pummeled if Billy caught him staring, he just
stood there slack jawed.  Billy sat up and asked AC if he'd found them yet.
AC's blood ran cold as he saw Billy's face, alight with that trademark smile
change to confusion as he looked from AC's half-mast cock to his own
disrobed member to darkness as the muscles in his jaw flexed and Billy
locked AC's door.

"What were you looking at, AC?" Billy asked, his face stony.  AC couldn't
answer, he just backed up until his legs reached his chair and he sat down.

"I said, 'what were you looking at AC'?" Billy asked again.  Again, AC was
speechless.

"Do you like that, AC?  Do you, you sick little fuck?" Billy asked, not
really expecting an answer at this point.  AC was so scared that his eyes
watered.

"Come here," Billy ordered.  AC just sat there.

"Now," Billy commanded, his body glistening with angry sweat.  AC got up on
shaky legs and inched towards Billy.  AC prayed, begged and pleaded with his
cock to go down but it just wouldn't.  He was so scared and so embarrassed.
THIS was going to be all over school.  All the while, Billy never broke eye
contact with him as AC finally made it within a foot of Billy.  Billy
continued to stare into AC's eyes, holding him captive with fear, AC's body
trembling.  Billy reached out his enormous fist and enveloped AC's hot,
clothed cock in it, slowly stroking it.  AC gasped initially from shock and
then surprise and then confusion.  Billy still kept eye contact with AC as
he stroked AC's cock, squeezing it, milking it.  AC closed his eyes as he
felt himself starting to get closer to climax.  Billy reached behind AC's
neck and pulled him in close.  AC's eyes opened as Billy inched closer, his
eyes still on AC's.  Billy's mouth came within a quarter inch of AC's, his
hot breath on AC's slightly parted lips.  Then gently, Billy's tongue
reached out and licked the underside of AC's top lip quickly, tentatively,
like dipping his toe in the lake to check the temperature.  That's when
Billy lost all inhibition and pulled AC into a full lip lock, quick, but
wet.  This time AC attacked, pressing his lips against Billy's and licking
for entrance.  Billy granted it and moaned as AC's tongue invaded Billy's
mouth, their tongues entwined, Billy's hand pumping AC's dripping cock still
sheathed as it was in nylon.  As they kissed Billy grabbed AC in one arm and
lifted him clean off the floor ridding him of his shorts with his free hand,
then gently setting him down on his bed.  Billy broke the kiss, pressing his
finger against AC's lips as AC tried to ask what was going on.  Billy smiled
a wicked grin and then got to his knees, kissing AC all the way down his
hard body, starting with this lips, then his sensitive ears into with Billy
growled, down his neck to his chest, sucking on each nipple on the way down
to the overflowing 8" man meat now harder than ever.  Billy took AC's cock
by the base, pinching and holding it there, the cock juice cascading down
his fingers.  Billy looked up into AC's eyes and smiled as he teased AC's
cock by just lightly brushing his bottom lip against the underside of the
head.  AC freaked out and started moaning and thrusting his hips into the
air.  Billy just sat and watched as AC writhed on the bed, his cock honey
leaking into Billy's open mouth.  The teasing was almost too much to bear,
and AC's cock was getting overly sensitive but Billy kept right on going.
AC wanted to cum, but because Billy had his base in a vice grip, there was
NO way sperm was going to make it through.  Just then Billy opened his mouth
wider, smiling as AC shook his head, Billy nodded his.

"No.  Billy.  I'll cum in you if you..." AC stammered but it was too late.
On hearing the word "cum" Billy plunged down on AC's cock, moaning and
sucking the length of it into his mouth, down to the pubes.  After
swallowing AC's cock all the way, Billy removed the grip from AC's cock and
set his hands to pulling AC's nipples.  AC moaned loudly, nearly screaming.
Soon, AC took control and grabbed Billy by his thick, dark, curly locks and
fucked his face with his hot, throbbing cock.  Billy continued to hum and
vibrate AC's dick as AC neared climax.

"Oh fuck yeah.  I'm gonna cum, bitch.  You want my cum, whore?" AC started
talking dirty.  Instead of answering, Billy brought one of his hands down
and jabbed his huge knuckles into AC's perineum which sent shocks of
pleasure from AC's head to his toes as he felt the cum rocketing from his
cock.

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huh!
Huh!
Huh!
Huh!
Huh!
huh...huuuuhhhhhhh...ck!"

Billy's tongue continued to swirl around and around, licking every last drop
from the angry purple head of AC's tortured cock.  AC whimpered, as his cock
had become even more sensitive and Billy's tongue was starting to wreak
havoc on his wet and slowly deflating penis.  AC was yet again speechless
and was surprised when Billy looked him straight in the eye and swallowed,
licking his lips like a greedy cat.  Billy came up and kissed AC again,
their tongues massaging each other, AC getting to taste some of his spunk
from the inside of Billy's mouth.

"You dirty perv," AC said as he rolled on top of Billy and kissed him
passionately, deeply, and forcefully.  After a while, AC sat up on Billy's
stomach, Billy on the bed on his back, looking up at AC and grinning at him.
  AC got down off of Billy and lay next to him on the bed, staring at the
ceiling.

"That...was..."

"Amazing," Billy finished.  AC looked over at Billy to see what Billy meant
by it.  Billy wasn't grinning the shit-eating grin.  There was no sign of
Billy's patent arrogance now.  He was staring at the ceiling with a look of
complete bliss.  Billy wasn't talking about himself this time.

"Excuse me?" AC said, shocked.

"Gawd I've wanted to do that forever," Billy said, and then added as he
rolled over "with you."

To say that AC was shocked would have been an understatement.  He'd wanted
Billy for so long, ever since seeing him wrestling during Senior training
where he'd met Dick.  Every time they worked together, AC had ached for
Billy so bad.  And now Billy was saying that he'd wanted AC forever.  AC
realized that he had been totally clueless, and that the man of his dreams
had not only just given him unparalleled oral sex but had just come out to
him as well.  So many emotions were going on at once that AC's eyes welled
with tears.  He rolled to the side and took Billy's face in his hands.

"Thank you so much Billy.  I've wanted you for so long.  That was so
wonderful, and...and oh gawd I called you those terrible names!" thinking
back to the dirty talking earlier.

"Aw, that's okay AC.  I kinda liked it anyway," Billy said, blushing.  AC
kissed Billy sweetly and lightly on the mouth.

"So, what now?" AC asked.

"Well..." Billy said, drawing circles in the bedspread with his finger.

"What?" AC asked.

"I don't know.  This is really weird.  I've wanted to do this for a while,
but it's taken like a year and some just to get up the courage to do it.
I've watched you in the office.  Every time I'd talk about sex and start to
bone up, you'd throw major wood and hump the desk!"

"I wasn't humping the desk," AC laughed.

"Well that's what it looked like to me, dude."

"I was trying to hide my bone from you," AC explained.

"There's too much dick there to hide, man," Billy said.  "That thing's big."

"Oh, YOU'RE one to talk!" AC said, poking Billy in the side.  'Note to self,
Billy is NOT ticklish,' AC made the mental note.

"Well, that has its ups and downs, so to speak.  Like in high school it used
to get up all the time and there came a point where I had to tape the fucker
to my leg," Billy began.  AC giggled a little but stopped and let Billy
continue.

"But it got more and more difficult to get it up for the cheerleaders at
school anymore.  I thought something was wrong with it and even went to the
doctor's office.  They couldn't find anything wrong, so they suggested that
maybe I was depressed, blah blah blah.  Anyway, I finally started getting
wood again over camp.  Not all the way, but while I was wrestling with Hank
and the rest of the guys on the team I'd get like half-mast.  That was until
lunchtime on the third day of camp when I saw you and Dick in the cafeteria.
  I had to stay there for a half an hour for the thing to come down.  Then I
spent the rest of the day locked in my single freaking and trying to figure
it all out.  I didn't come up with a whole lot of answers, but what I did
know was I had to find out if you felt the same way.  Once I knew which
buttons to push to get you boned, I made it my mission to have you," Billy
said.  They lay there looking at each other for a while.  Then AC spoke.

"So what about Lois and Mary-Jane and all the others...the girl who went to
the hospital?"

"The hospital girl was a rumor I started to get girls off my back.  The
rest, the conquests, were all just big talk.  I haven't fucked a girl since
junior year.  As a matter of fact, I haven't fucked anyone but my hand since
camp," Billy confessed.  AC lay there and smiled.  He felt wonderful,
euphoric and yet somehow like he was being unfair.  Hadn't he and Dick been
together since camp?  And hadn't they BOTH been totally smitten with Billy?

"When you saw me and Dick, huh?" AC asked.

"Yeah man, you guys were...oh wait...is that weird or something?  I
shouldn't have said anything about liking Dick," Billy looked back toward
the ceiling.

"I think we just confirmed that you LOVE dick," AC teased.

"Pig," Billy jabbed.

"You know what though?  I was just sitting here thinking how happy that'd
make Dick.  He and I used to watch you wrestle and giggle, talking about
what kind of dirty things we'd do to you given half a chance," AC said
picking up his cell phone from the desk next to his bed.

"Really?  Awesome man.  I want another load dude. I'm ready to go again.
And Dick man, he's soooooo hot.  His little soccer body makes me crazy, just
like your hot swimmer body does!" Billy said as he started rubbing his large
hands over my body.

"Robin," I spoke into my cell phone.  Billy looked at me sideways.

"Robin?"

"Yeah, it's his nickname."

"Why?"

"He's got the attention span of a small bird."

"Oh."  Just then, Dick picked up

"What's up cutie?" he asked.

"Baby you are NEVER going to guess what is happening right now, you've gotta
come over."

"When?"

"Now!"

"I can't, I promised to help this German foreign exchange student get his
books.  He's blue and smells like lighting a match, but psshhht whatever."

"Ditch the kraut.  This is better."

"How better?"

"Let's just say our favorite wrestler has 'something he wants to tell you'."

"You're shitting me!  OK, you know what?  I've gotta go.  Yep, yeah, ich
gehe.  Bye Kurt!  No, no, no honey.  Go to the end of the line and wait.
Just wait here.  Wait.  Warte, bitte.  Wiedersehen!  This had better be for
real."

"Oh just you wait 'enry 'iggins, you're in for the shock of your life," AC
said, and hung up.


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