Date: Mon, 13 Oct 2003 08:34:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lillian Luthor <lilliluthor@yahoo.com>
Subject: Props

Disclaimer: This story is purely ficticious.  None of the events in this
story actually occured. I do not know John Glover or Michael Rosenbaum nor
do I have knowledge as to their sexual orientation.

Neither of them heard him enter the barn and make his way to the top of the
loft steps.  The older man was busy sucking on his lover's nipple while
trying to insert as many fingers as he could up the younger man's ass.

His partner didn't hear either over his own restrained moans and the noise
the worn sofa made beneath him.  Both men were so enraptured that the first
sign they were not alone was when the intruder spoke.

"Oh .. I..Sorry..."  The brunette spoke flushing with embarrassment.

The two froze in place.  Neither believing this was happening.  The older
man spoke first.

"Umm... gives us...a moment Tom., John said turning his head towards Tom
while protectively shielding his lover's face.  He knew it was futile.
After all Michael was recognizable at any distance.

Tom turned to leave. "I just... I was looking... my cell phone."

"A minute please.", John said emphatically.

When he was sure Tom was gone he extracted his hand from Michael and fell
on top of him.  He rested his head on the younger man's forehead and
sighed.  He wiped his hand on the edge of his half opened shirt and sat
back on his heals straddling Michael

"Now what?", Michael asked searching John's face.  John brushed back his
long brown hair with his other hand.

"We talk to him.", he answered.  "We hope he keeps this to himself. And
next time we use the set of the castle", John smiled.