Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2006 12:04:34 -0600
From: Roy <roynm@mac.com>
Subject: Leith-chapter 14 College Section

This story is entirely fictional, and any resemblances to actual persons
are completely coincidental.  Actual locations are mentioned, and are used
for 'background' only.

This story happens during the period of time when my earlier story,
'Phalen,' ends.

Many of the character's names are Finnish.  For those who wish to know how
they are pronounced, read on.

Mikko - MEEK-ko
Paavo - PAW-vo
Joel - YOE-el
Halonen - HALL-oh-nen


Roy
roynm@mac.com



Leith - chapter 14



"What'd you think of that Brett-guy who has been showing up to watch our
practices?"  Kerin looked at his brother across the dinner table in the
dimly lit dining room.  Their father had called to say he, Larry and Brad,
Larry's partner, were going to dinner, so they would have to fend for
themselves.  Thian speared another piece of lettuce and chewed, making a
non-committal sound.

"What makes you ask?  I've only talked to him that one time when Adam
introduced us.  He's a fan who's a little star-struck right now.  I think
he wishes he were out on the floor with the rest of the team.  Adam seems
to spend a lot of time speaking with him."  Thian chuckled.  "He's about
the only person Adam seems comfortable speaking to."  Thian looked closely
at his brother who was toying with his salad.

"You seem especially interested in him, K.  That's not like you."  Kerin
shrugged and set his fork down, and leaned back looking serious.  Thian
finished his salad glancing at his brother from time to time.  Kerin
ignored his salad.  He didn't even complain when Thian quickly reached
across the table and speared a piece of grilled chicken from the salad.
When that didn't get a reaction he scooted his plate aside and leaned his
forearms on the dining table.  "What's bothering you, K?"

Kerin took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.  "I'm bothered because I find
that I'm thinking about him . . . Brett . . . sexually.  I've never done
that before, not seriously at least.  I mean he's cute, but not anywhere
near as cute as you."  He grinned when Thian rolled his eyes.

"K, you forget we're twins.  We are identical.  If you think I'm cute, you
look just like me."  Kerin smiled brightly.

"Oh, yeah, that makes me pretty hot too, I guess."  Thian shook his head,
pleased Kerin was able to joke with him.  Kerin's smile slowly faded as
Thian waited for him to continue speaking.  Kerin was silent for a few
minutes longer.

"There's just something about him that I like . . . a lot."  He paused a
long moment while Thian continued to watch him without making a comment.
"It troubles me that I feel that way at all about someone other than you.
I don't *want* to feel that way about anyone else, Thian.  I feel guilty or
dirty or something."  He shuddered and began toying with his salad.

"I mean, I only shook his hand and touched him on the shoulder, and I'm
feeling guilty.  It's not like we've had a roll in the hay or anything.
I've only spoken to him that one time with you and Adam.  I've waved to him
the last couple days when he was watching us practice, and that's all.  It
hardly justifies these feelings that I've been unfaithful to you."  Kerin's
voice trailed off as he continued to stare into the distance, seeming to
have forgotten his brother's presence.

"Would you like to have sex with him, K?"

Kerin quickly stood, pushing his chair out of the way, and walked into the
kitchen.  "Damn it, Thian!  Yes, I would, and it's eating at me."  He
returned to the dining table with a carton of milk and poured a glass for
his brother and himself.  "At the same time I *don't* want to play because
of our relationship."  He looked at his brother with a troubled expression.
"I've never felt like this, Thian.  I don't like the feeling at all.  I
love *you,* not some guy I just met.  Besides, he's just a kid."  Kerin
finished the glass of milk and set the glass down with a clink of glass on
the table.

"He's the same age as Phalen."  Thian reminded his brother, speaking of
their friend Jeff's partner.  "You don't think of *him* as a kid."

"Brett seems younger."  Kerin continued to stand as he finished another
glass of milk, and then walked around the dining table and leaned over his
brother's shoulders, wrapping his arms around Thian's chest and resting his
cheek against his brothers.  "I love *you,* T.  I don't want to be
interested in someone else."  Thian rested a hand on top of his brother's.

"Maybe you should just go ahead. . ."  Kerin abruptly straightened and
walked across the dining room and stood in front of the glass doors leading
to the patio standing with his back to his brother.

"Don't say it, Thian.  I *mean* it.  I won't do *anything* to jeopardize
what you and I have.  No guy is worth that."  He heard his brother scoot
his chair away from the table and then saw his reflection in the window as
he approached.  Thian wrapped his arms around his brother's waist and
rested his head on Kerin's shoulder.

"Okay, but remember K, I love you . . . no matter what.  You make the
decision that's right for you.  I'll support you in any decision you make,
just as you'd support me.  You know that."  He kissed his brother's neck
and squeezed him slightly.  Kerin nodded his understanding.  "Wanna snuggle
a little," Thian murmured, close to his brother's ear.  "I think both of us
need to be comforted, besides, I'd like to feel your naked body next to
mine."

"I know you'll support me, T.  That's one of the reasons I feel like crap."
He turned to face his brother.  "You're right about needing to be
comforted.  I would really like to cuddle.  I didn't expect you to say some
magic word and these feelings would disappear.  I just . . ."  He shrugged
as he took his brother's hand and led him through the house to the bedroom,
turning off the lights as they went.  "I don't know.  Usually you're able
to say something that makes things okay."

They stripped out of their clothes, dropping them on the floor in a heap.
Thian turned off the light and crawled to the center of the bed to join his
brother.  He lay in Kerin's tender embrace for a moment and then gently
kissed him on the lips.  "I'm sorry I don't have any magic words to say
tonight, K."

Kerin sighed.  "Yeah, me too."  He took a deep breath and nuzzled against
his brother's neck.  "I love you so much, T."


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"Mom, why are you afraid of me and Brett hanging out together?"

Susan automatically corrected her fourteen year-old son.  "You should say,
Brett and I, dear."  Kent finished his glass of milk and wiped his mouth
with the back of his hand.

"Yep, Brett and I have always been buddies, more than Glenn and me."  He
made a face and corrected himself.  "Than Glenn and I.  Why are you
freaking now?  Is it 'cause now you know Brett's gay?"  When his mother
didn't answer right away, he pressed onward.

"We shoulda all figured it out a long time ago, don't you think?  I mean,
here everyone was fixated on him being quiet and sorta sad all the time.
None of us ever asked why.  Now that he's not having to worry about what
you and Dad are gonna say, he's a different guy.  Don't you think?"

Susan nodded with a wry smile.  "Kent, sometimes you amaze me."  She
reached across the kitchen island and tousled his short brown hair, smiling
at the face he made.

"Yeah, Glenn tells me that all the time, and then tells me how dumb I am
and stuff.  Ya know Mom, Brett's being gay isn't gonna rub off on me 'cause
we're in the same room or 'cause I talk to him bout what it's like."  Kent
idly rotated his glass and then shifted in his chair so he could stretch
his legs.  "I'm only now discovering what *any* type of sex means.  I don't
know if I'm gay or straight or whatever.  But, if it turns out
. . . sometime in the future . . . that I'm gay, Brett was not the cause of
it."  His mother was watching him a serious expression and compressed lips.

"Brett, honey, you're too young to know a whole lot about sex."  Kent held
up a hand, silently asking her to stop that thought.  He caught her eye and
held it for a moment before he began speaking.

"Mom, I know more about sex than you might think.  Dad's talked to me and
answers all my questions whenever I have any.  I haven't only spoken with
him once, like a lot of guys I know whose fathers can't figure out what to
say.  Dad and I have talked lotsa times.  So, I know stuff from Dad as well
at school, the other guys and stuff like that."

"Mom, I'm not a kid any more."  He squirmed slightly in his chair as his
mother appeared about ready to speak.  "I know, I know.  I'm not an adult
yet and I have lots to learn about all kindsa stuff, but . . ."  He
shrugged and his voice trailed off.  "I don't know. . .  I just hope you're
not hard on either Brett or me 'cause you think he's gonna be bad for me to
be around.  I can make my own decisions, Mom.  If there's something I'm not
sure of, or need to talk about, I know I can come to you or Dad for a hand
figuring stuff out."

Susan looked at her son with a sad expression.  "Honey, you've got to
understand something about me . . . about all parents, really.  We all want
to protect our children.  We start thinking that way before they're even
born, and we continue for the rest of our lives.  Sometimes, it's difficult
to stop making decisions for them.  I guess it's the toughest on the
youngest child because we don't really want you to grow up."  She looked at
him with a crooked grin and reached out to gently clasp his hand, pleased
when he interlaced his fingers with hers.

"You coming to me today, like this, tells me that you *are* growing up, and
as much as I hate to admit it, you're able to make many decisions on your
own."

"I *know* Brett being gay isn't going to rub off on you, or Glenn any more
than it will on your father or me."  She looked chagrined.  "I got a little
lecture from your grandmother about the same thing a couple days ago.  I
guess that shows that parents will continue to say what they think, even
when you're ancient like me."  He grinned at her small joke.  "So," she
continued, "I've had to get used to it, you will too."  She smiled, taking
any sting out of her words.

"If I've been making you or your brother uncomfortable, I'm sorry
. . . really.  I'll do my best to stop, but at least after our talk today,
you'll know where I'm coming from."  She stopped speaking for a moment and
looked at him with a penetrating glance that would have had Brett or Glenn
squirming in their seat.  Kent merely looked at her with an unperturbed
expression and a small grin, almost as if he was telling her, 'that look
doesn't work with *me.*'

"Do you talk to your father about sex, often?"  Kent shrugged.

"Not often, but quite a few times, since I was little, whenever he wants to
talk, or whenever I have a question.  Sometimes, we start talking about
something else and end up talking about sex stuff.  Dad's cool.  He's not
nervous or anything."

"You've never come to me."

"Mom!  Dad and I talk about guy stuff.  I'd be embarrassed to talk to you
about some of those things.  If I ever have a girlfriend, I'll make sure
and talk to you, okay?"  He gave her an impish grin.  "But I want to talk
about guy stuff with Dad . . . or Brett."


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Brett stood next to his cousin looking out to the University campus across
the street from Mikko's seventh floor loft.  He moved closer and put his
arm around his cousin's waist, resting his head on Leith's shoulder.  "I'm
gonna miss having you sleeping next to me when you guys move."  He felt
Leith's arm tighten around his shoulders in response to his words.  Brett
had been trying to convince his mother that moving in with Mikko and Leith
would be a good thing, since he would be closer to school.  So far, she had
been unwilling to give her approval.  Mikko had given *his* approval based
on whatever Brett's parents decided.

As always, when he began talking about the subject of moving, Brett became
restless.  He released Leith and began to pace back and forth in the large
unfurnished room.  "I'm fed up with her and all the nonsense about me
staying home until I'm older.  Hell, if I were going to school someplace
else, I'd have already moved.  If I'm old enough to do that I'm surely old
enough to move across town."  He paused a moment and looked out to the
campus with his hands on his hips.  "If she doesn't give her permission,
and if it's still okay with Mikko, I'm just gonna move out of there."
Leith grabbed his cousin's hand as he walked past.

"Shhhh," Leith pulled his cousin close, wrapping his arms around Brett's
waist.  "We both know how you feel, so there's no need to get all upset
about things.  Everyone agrees with your thinking except your mom.  Just
don't do something that would make her take sides against Dad.  They're
finally getting along and if she's mad at *him* it makes things hard on
your father."

"Besides."  He looked around the loft.  "Things here aren't ready for us to
move in yet, so nothing has to be decided right away."  He nuzzled against
Brett's neck.  "Mr. Studly, did I ever tell you how hot you look when
you're angry?  The shy man that met me at the airport when Dad and I
arrived from Chicago, has been transformed."  He licked across Brett's neck
and then murmured into his ear.  "I like the change.  In fact, I'd like to
strip you naked and fuck you again."  Brett moved back slightly and
grinned.

"What?  Once a day isn't enough for you anymore?"  Leith pulled him back
into a strong embrace.

"No, Studly, once is not nearly enough.  All I have to do is see the way
your shorts show off your cute butt and I'm half-way to hard.  When I kiss
you."  He briefly ran his lips over his cousin's, feeling the warmth of his
rapid breaths against his own lips.  "When I kiss you," he repeated, or
feel your erection pressing against mine . . ."  He pulled Brett close,
grinding his groin against his cousin's.  "Then, all I want to do is bury
my face in your butt and get you all wet so you're ready for my dick."

"That's one of the reasons it'd be cool for you to live here.  There
wouldn't be any chance of your mom hearing us."  He kissed the tip of
Brett's nose.  "You get sorta loud when you're about to shoot, you know."

Brett grinned, recalling how his brother Glenn, had pounded on the bathroom
door, adjoining their two rooms, and asked them to, "cut the racket,"
because he was trying to do homework and couldn't concentrate with all the
groaning and moaning.  Leith had chuckled as Brett blushed.  "I'm not sure
if he thought I was torturing you or what," Leith chuckled.  "You can sure
be loud.  I wonder if that's why your father has started turning the
television sound louder."  Brett looked at him with a surprised expression.

"What can I say?  I'm having fun."  He looked over his shoulder.  "Speaking
of fun, I bet Dad and Mikko are fooling around.  Things are too quiet."  He
glanced at Leith and then toward the bedroom into which his father and
uncle had disappeared.  When he turned back to Leith he had a sly look on
his face.

"Let's join 'em."  Brett pried off his tennis shoes and then started to
strip.  "All this talk about sex has gotten me all horned up and I need to
feel you in me again today."  He skinned his shirt over his head and then
stepped out of his underwear and then stepped back and urged Leith to strip
quickly with an urgent motion of his hands.  "Hurry, man.  The thought of
you on top of me, sliding into me is more than I can take."  He looked
toward the bedroom.  "If Dad and Mikko are having sex, I don't want to miss
it."

Leith began dropping his clothes on top of Brett's.  "Shit, man.  I had
only thought of us watching *them.* That'd be cool, but I hadn't thought
how hot it would be for them to be watching *us.*" He skinned out of his
underwear and stepped into his cousin's embrace, welcoming the wet kiss and
the feeling of Brett's hands massaging the cheeks of his butt.

He groaned slightly and pushed himself back against Brett's hand.  "You
keep promising to fuck me, Studly.  Am I gonna have to force you to shoot
in me?"  Brett smiled.  "I will, just not today.  I want Dad and Mikko to
see how good a fucker you are."  Brett grabbed his cousin's hand and pulled
him in the direction of the bedroom.  "C'mon, I bet I just heard someone
moan."

They stopped before the door.  At a gentle touch from Leith, the door
silently swung wide, revealing Mikko lying on his back with his knees drawn
back to his shoulders.  It had been Mikko they had heard a moment before.
Joel was kneeling behind him and was spreading his brother's ass cheeks
wide as he lapped at his brother's hole.

Brett and Leith quietly walked into the room approaching Joel from behind.
They stood for a few moments before Leith knelt on one side of his uncle
and Brett the other.

"That's it, Joel," Leith murmured just loud enough to be heard.  Joel
opened his eyes in surprise, looking at his naked nephew and then turning
to his left and seeing his equally naked son.  A strand of saliva still
connected him to his brother.  He paused a moment as if lost in thought and
then groaned and turned back to his brother, burying his face and moaning
in pleasure.

"Get him ready for your big dick, Joel," Leith murmured at the same time he
ran the open palm of his hand over his uncle's sweaty back.  "You've been
waiting to fuck my dad, haven't you?"  Mikko briefly raised his head when
he realized Leith was in the room with him and Joel.  He turned his head to
the side and saw Brett kneeling close by.

  Brett moved closer to his uncle.  "You love having my dad's tongue
licking your butt hole, don't you Mikko?"  Mikko groaned, caught up not
only in the sensations his brother was giving him, but in the knowledge
that his son and nephew were sharing the experience with him and Joel.

Brett leaned even closer and gently pinched one of his uncle's nipples.
"Yeah, you like being rimmed by him almost as much as having his cock
squirting inside you."  Mikko groaned louder as Joel began aggressively
licking over his brother's perineum and scrotum.

Leith ran his hands over his uncle's muscular butt and then moved to tease
his asshole.  Joel pressed back against his nephew's fingers, but Leith
refused to penetrate him.  "Come on, Joel.  Let your son and me see your
fat dick stretch Dad's hole.  We wanna see you sliding into him and then
hear your balls slap against him as you ride him hard."

Joel remained kneeling but rested back on his heels, grasping Mikko's
ankles and spreading his legs wide.  Brett quickly scooted forward and
sucked his father's cock into his mouth.  Joel looked at him in a mystified
surprise, as if he wasn't quite sure what to do.  Brett sank down as far as
he could and then slowly moved back, releasing his father's spit-slick
penis.

Leith reached out and slowly moved his fingers back and forth over his
father's hairless anus, feeling it pulse beneath his fingers.  Leith took
hold of his uncle's spit-slick penis and aimed it at his father's hole,
glancing at his uncle, silently giving him permission to enter.

Joel grinned and sank the entire length of his cock into his brother in one
slow move, ignoring his Mikko's sharp intake of breath and his look of
surprise.  Both Leith and Brett moved behind Joel and watched as Mikko's
hole seemed to stretch to its limit.

Leith glanced at Brett.  "I can't believe he can take that thing."  He
reached between his uncle's legs and gently ran his fingers around the
stretched opening of his father's anus, feeling his uncle's penis slide
against his hand as he slammed it into his brother with a continuous series
of grunts.

"Damn, I'm so hot." Leith groaned and moved to his father's side, urging
Brett to lay back and expose his hole.  In only seconds, he was rimming his
cousin just as his uncle had been licking his father.  Both Mikko and Joel
glanced at their sons, less than two feet away.

"C'mon Leith," Joel urged with a husky voice.  "Let me see you fuck my
boy."  He reached out and ran an admiring hand over Brett's legs, and then
as Leith moved back, Joel paused a moment to rub a finger in a circle over
his son's wet hole.  Brett groaned loudly and Leith's cock jumped at the
sound.  Joel glanced at his nephew's face and then reached out to fondle
his cock.  "Nice, Leith."  He had slowed down his assault on his brother's
hole and was now moving in slow sensuous movements, pulling nearly all the
way out and then slowly sliding back until his pubic hair brushed against
his brother.  He'd pause a moment and then slowly repeat the motion.

Mikko raised his head slightly.  "Do it, Leith.  I want to see my son fuck
another man.  Slide your big cock up Brett's smooth butt."  Brett groaned
loudly at his uncle's words and then even louder when Leith leaned forward
and sucked down his cock and massaged it with his throat before taking a
couple more laps against his hole.

Brett urged Leith to hurry, almost shouting.  "Fuck me, Leith.  Now! I want
you in me."  Joel moaned as he watched Leith slowly bury himself in Brett
and then rest his body atop his cousin's as they began kissing while he
slowly moved his hips in a small fucking motion.

"Shit, this so hot," Mikko groaned.  "What's his asshole feel like, Leith?
Is it tight and hot?"  Leith groaned and his movements increased.  "Are you
going to fill his butt hole with your sweet sperm, son?"  Leith's groans
joined his cousin's.

"Yeah, Dad.  He loves it when I shoot inside him."

"What's it feel like to have your cousin's big cock up your butt, Brett?"
Joel's voice was rough with emotion as he watched the two young men.  "You
look so hot with Leith on top of you."  Brett responded to his father's
words with even louder groans.

"Come on Brett," his father urged.  "Be as loud as you want.  No one's
going to hear you but us."

"I want to see Leith's jiz ooze out of your hole when he's done."  Both
Leith and Joel were thrusting faster, while Joel kept up the monologue.

"You like to lick your sperm out of a freshly fucked hole, Leith?"  Brett's
and Mikko's groans were simultaneous.  Brett reached out and grabbed his
uncle's hand.

"Yeah . . .," Leith was breathless.  'I lick . . . Brett's hole . . . clean
. .  every time I shoot."

"Shit," Mikko moaned.  "This is so hot, having my son fucking another guy
at my side."  He shivered in pleasure as Joel plunged into him.

"You should see Leith's fat dick slide into my son, Mikko."  Leith pulled
out so his uncle could see the full length of his cock and then slid back,
causing Brett to shudder with pleasure.  "And my boy's beautiful cock is
leaking all over his stomach."  Brett reached out and began masturbating
himself with his free hand, his whole body jerking with each of Leith's
thrusts.

Joel leaned forward and began kissing Mikko, but pulled back in momentary
surprise when Leith slapped his butt with a sharp smack of his open palm,
leaving a red hand print on the pale skin.  Joel once again picked up
speed.  There was another slap, followed by moans of pleasure from Mikko,
Joel and Brett.

"Shoot, Joel," Mikko urged.  "Fill me up."

"Then lick . . . his hole . . . clean, Dad," Brett managed to say.  "While
. . . Leith licks . . . mine."  The moment Brett stopped speaking, Mikko
groaned loudly and began to cum.  Then, Brett shouted as his own orgasm
took control of his body.

Brett's testicles were bouncing with the force of each of Leith's thrusts.
The sight of Brett's sperm and the feeling of his anus tightening around
his own hole pushed Leith close to his own orgasm.

"Cmon, Joel," he shouted.  "Fill my dad's hole."  Both Joel and Leith
groaned at the same time and began to unload with a series of small jerks,
each a shot of sperm filling their partner's hole.

After only moments, it was over and Joel and Leith collapsed on top of
their partner's and began to kiss.

Leith moved back to his knees and slowly pulled out.  His cock was covered
with a slick sheen, and the sperm began drooling out of Brett's hole.
"Look, Joel," Leith urged.  "Your boy's got a beautiful butt hole, doesn't
he?  I love to see my sperm oozing out."  Joel glanced at Leith and then at
his son before he reached out and ran his fingers over his son's wet
asshole.  He raised the slimy fingers to his face, looked at them a moment,
and then licked them clean.

He pulled out of Mikko's hole and invited Leith to follow his lead and take
some of *his* sperm directly from his father's hole.  Leith glanced at his
father and then reached out and massaged his hole a little, pleased when a
large dollop of sperm oozed out onto his fingers.  Leith found that his
erection had returned.  He glanced at Joel and then brought his fingers to
his mouth and licked a portion of his uncle's sperm off his fingers before
offering them to Brett, inviting him to clean his father's cum off his
fingers.

"Shit men," Mikko whimpered as they all cuddled, wrapped in one another's
arms.  "This was soooo hot."  His voice trembled with emotion as he spoke.
"I never experienced anything so exciting in my whole life."  Joel chuckled
and began kissing him, enjoying the feeling of his brother's hands on his
body, as well as those of his son and nephew.

Leith awoke, realizing the room was now lit only by the street lights
below.  Brett was nestled against him, breathing slowly, and both his
father and uncle were still wrapped in one another's arms, deeply asleep.
He closed his eyes and smiled in contentment.


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The hum of the car's air conditioner and the traffic surrounding them were
the only sounds as Brett and his father drove home from Mikko and Leith's
new place.  Brett glanced at his father out of the corner of his eye.

"Dad, are you getting serious about Mikko?  I mean *really* serious?  I see
the way you're looking at him, and the way you hold him.  It's as if you
don't want to let go . . . ever.  Is that what you're thinking?"  Joel
drove on for a few minutes without speaking.  Finally, he turned toward his
son with a slightly troubled look on his face.

"It's that obvious, is it?"  Brett nodded with an equally troubled
expression.  Joel barked a laugh that contained no humor.  "Mikko has told
me I'm getting too serious, but has not suggested any way for me to *not*
be serious.  I feel screwed no matter which way I turn."  He snorted.  "I
never expected *this* to happen when I invited them to stay with us for a
few weeks."

"I'm trapped, Brett.  I love your mother and I don't want to do anything to
hurt her.  At the same time, I love Mikko, and *he*, rightly so, *also*
doesn't want to hurt your mother.  I can't live without your mother, and I
can't live without my brother."

"Mikko also tells me that he wants a family of his own, whether that be
with another woman, or with a guy, he doesn't know.  All he knows is that
he wants *someone* at the same time he wants *me.*"

"The whole situation is a mess.  I don't see any way out where *someone*
doesn't get hurt. "

"What are you going to do?"  Joel turned toward his son with a crooked
grin.

"I don't have a clue, Brett.  Not a clue."



~ to be continued ~



Thank you for taking the time to read my work.  I've been amazed at how
many of you have contacted me about 'Leith' and my other story, 'Phalen.'
I *always* welcome your email and enjoy hearing your thoughts.  If you
would like me to send a pic of the character(s), please ask.

I have two other stories you may want to read.  The first is called,
'Chris,' and is in the Nifty College Section.  The second is called
'Wesley,' and is located in the Adult Relationships section.  I hope you
enjoy them both.

Best wishes,

Roy Reinikainen
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