Date: Sun, 7 Jan 2007 12:33:48 -0700
From: Roy <roynm@mac.com>
Subject: Phalen - Finding Happiness - chapter 2

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


'Phalen - Finding Happiness'
Chapter two


by Roy Reinikainen



Both Jeff and Brad looked up as the front door to the house opened.  "Hey
men," Phalen said, glancing quickly from Jeff to Brad and noticing the
somber expression on both men's faces.  "I've brought along a strong man to
help us carry all your stuff, Brad."  Phalen flopped onto the sofa next to
Jeff while Larry sat on a chair facing the other men, sparing a brief
glance at Brad and frowning slightly at Brad's expression before glancing
at his son and Jeff.  There were undercurrents in the room he could not
puzzle out.

"I'm just a small guy," Phalen went on as if nothing was wrong.  "I'm no
good at heavy lifting."  He chuckled.  "Dad may look like a weakling, but
there's an athlete underneath all those clothes."  He gave his father a
sparkling smile as he continued speaking.  "He's actually got quite a *few*
muscles." Phalen turned an ingenuous expression toward Brad, blinking his
deep blue eyes.  "Have you ever felt them?" At Phalen's expression, Brad
broke into a wide smile and bright laugh, seeming to instantly relax.  Jeff
though, still seemed to be in a solemn mood.  Out of the corner of his eye,
Larry saw Phalen reach out to Jeff and place a hand on his leg, giving it a
slight squeeze.

"Yes, Phalen, I've felt them."  Brad glanced toward Larry, joining Phalen
in teasing his father.  "In fact, we've compared . . . muscles, on a number
of occasions."  Phalen's eyebrows rose and if anything, his smile grew
brighter.

"His is bigger," Brad concluded in a deadpan voice.  Larry slowly shook his
bowed head.

"Don't fall for the shy and retiring routine, guys," Brad laughed.  "Give
him half a chance and he'll strip and show his . . . muscle, to anyone."

"Same with this one," Phalen nodded in Jeff's direction.

"What?  Leave me out of this."  Jeff finally seemed to be relaxing.

Phalen sat up and leaned closer to Brad who nodded agreement.  "The big
ones just like to show off, ya know."

Brad joined in the laughter and patted the sofa next to him.

"C'mon, Larry.  Sit next to me.  You're acting like we're strangers or
something.  I'll stop teasing.  I promise."

"I won't," Phalen murmured in the background.

Larry self-consciously moved to Brad's side and put his arm around Brad's
shoulders.

"Have you got your stuff ready," he asked.  Brad nodded, but before he
could say anything he was interrupted by the ring of his cell phone.

"It's the folks," he said after glancing at the face of the phone.  He
stood and walked across the living room and then out into the courtyard
where he was visible slowly pacing back and forth in the dappled shade of
an acacia tree.

"Are you okay, Larry," Jeff quietly asked, watching Brad pace back and
forth in the courtyard over Larry's shoulder.  Phalen silently watched his
father.

"Yeah, I'm fine."  He leaned back on the sofa and stretched his arms out to
either side, resting them on the sofa's back.  "This gay-life is more
complicated than I ever imagined though."  Jeff gave him a blank look.

"It took me a little while to even admit I *might* be gay.  Eighteen years
to be exact.  Then, I met Andrew and suddenly everything accelerated.  He
and I had a whirlwind relationship.  The whole thing left me breathless,
guys.  Things were moving so fast.  I was accustomed to experiencing the
same thing day after day for years on end.  Suddenly, I . . . wasn't.  I
was having fun, but all the while I was wondering if I was in love."  He
turned toward Phalen.  "I don't want to make the same mistake I made with
your mother, and jump into something without thoroughly thinking it
through."  He took a deep breath.  "I find I'm constantly second guessing
myself, afraid I might do just that."

"Well, once I did think things through, it was clear my feelings weren't as
strong as Andrew's."  He bowed his head for a moment and lowered his voice
slightly.  "It was terrible having to tell him I didn't feel for him what
he felt for me."  He looked up and his expression made it clear how
difficult his discussion with Andrew had been.

"Now, with hardly a moment to catch my breath, I find I'm developing
feelings for Brad."  He glanced over his shoulder to see if the subject of
his conversation was still outside.  When he turned back, both Jeff and
Phalen were watching him intently.

"I think the tables may be turned this time.  I may be the one developing
feelings, and Brad may be the one who will end up telling me he's not
interested."  Larry thought a few moments.

"Guys, I'm fifteen years older than him!  Because of that, we don't have a
whole lot in common other than being gay and loving to run . . . and things
like that.  That may not be enough to build a relationship upon."  He took
a deep breath and paused for a few moments.  "And then there's Curt."

Larry stopped speaking as Phalen glanced past him.  "Everything okay?" he
asked, as Brad came back into the room.  He nodded to Phalen, and once
again sat next to Larry, taking his hand and smiling at him.

"Yeah, things are fine.  Dad and Mom are just wondering when I'm going to
come by for dinner.  I guess I've been ignoring them lately.  I told them
I'm in the middle of moving, but that I'll be coming by soon."  He gave
Larry a sidelong glance accompanied by his devilish smile.  "I also told
'em I might bring my new roommate to meet them."  He grinned when Larry
turned to him with a surprised expression.

"You'll like 'em."  He withdrew his hand and gave Larry a gentle slap on
the back.  "And they'll like you."

"I guess if I'm going to shift my stuff to your place, we'd better get
started."  They all stood and headed for the room Brad had been using.
"Larry, didn't you tell me I'm going to be using Phalen's old room?"

"What?  *My* room?"  Phalen hefted a large box and made a face as if he
were struggling.  "I thought you guys might be spending your time
. . . closer together."  He saw Jeff give him a glance full of meaning.
"What," he asked, winking at Brad as he passed.

"There's nothing wrong with being close."  He glanced at his father who was
carrying another box.  "Is there, Dad?"


----------


An hour later, Brad's things had finally been moved to Larry's.  Jeff and
Phalen said their good byes and headed home, walking shoulder to shoulder.

"You know what I've been thinking?"  Phalen turned to Jeff and nudged him
slightly, grinning broadly and wiggling his eyebrows.  "I've been thinking
how cool it'd be for the two of us to get nekkid and enjoy being alone.
We've only got a couple days before Greg is set to arrive, and I'm not
gonna answer the phone or the door or anything until we have to go pick him
up."

The courtyard door closed with a satisfying thunk, shutting out the world.
The house was once again exclusively theirs.  Phalen backed Jeff against
the courtyard door and wrapped his arms around his shoulders.  "I'm
planning on keeping my big man all to myself."  Jeff sighed and melted into
Phalen's embrace, slipping his arms around Phalen's waist.

"I haven't told you lately how much I love you, have I?"  He nuzzled Jeff's
neck, grinning to himself when he felt Jeff shiver with anticipation.  He
could feel Jeff's erection through his shorts, a firm mound pushing against
his own.

Jeff chuckled before he spoke, his warm voice close to Phalen's ear.  "No,
I haven't heard you say anything about love for at least a couple hours."

"That long?"  Phalen murmured, close to Jeff's ear and began gently kissing
a line toward Jeff's mouth.

"I'd begun to think you no longer cared," Jeff teased just before Phalen's
mouth covered his and their tongues found eachother's.

"I like the getting naked bit," Jeff said, as he took Phalen's hand and led
him into the house.  "But, I don't want to just jump in bed."  Phalen made
a groaning sound, but Jeff continued.  "Since Brad's been here, I've missed
the romance you and I have had."  He pushed the front door to the house
closed and turned to Phalen, loosely circling his waist with his arms.

"You're so much more to me than just someone to have sex with."  When their
kiss ended, Phalen smiled and signaled for Jeff to stand still as he ran
into the bedroom.  Jeff heard a dresser drawer slide open, then close, and
then Phalen came back into the sunroom wearing a big smile.

He stood only a step away from Jeff, looking him in the eyes and then
looking away, suddenly seeming to be shy.  When he looked back his voice
was slightly rough with barely contained emotions.  "I've been waiting
until we were really alone to give you this."  He held a small highly
polished wooden jeweler's box.  Jeff looked from Phalen's blue eyes to his
hands, and the small box, noticing how tightly Phalen held onto the small
object.  He was showing all the signs of having difficulty keeping his
strong emotions under control.

"I can't say it often enough, Jeff."  He paused a moment, swallowed with
some difficulty, and then looked up.  "You mean more to me than I can say."
He cleared his throat and grinned slightly, intensely aware that Jeff knew
the difficulty he was having.

"Geez," he shook his head slightly.  "I shoulda practiced what I was gonna
say."  He grinned and handed Jeff the small box.  "Here."

Jeff took the box, but not before holding Phalen's hand for a moment.  He
studied the box for a moment, running a thumb over the smooth wooden
surface, and then looked back at Phalen with a small smile.  He slowly
opened the box and found a gold ring that was a match for the one he had
given Phalen months earlier.  The ring was lying on a white satin cushion
and gleamed with the light coming in through the courtyard windows.  He
looked at Phalen, not knowing what to say.  Phalen grinned and seemed to
bounce slightly with excitement.

"It's just like the one you gave me.  I saved until I could get you a
matching ring.  It even has the same saying inside."  Jeff removed the ring
from its satin bed and looked at the engraving, moved by Phalen's
thoughtfulness.

"Min^Ê rakastan sinu^Ê," he said aloud, quoting the saying on both his and
Phalen's ring.

"I love you," Phalen translated, in a voice barely above a whisper.
"Always," Phalen added.

"Aina," Jeff repeated Phalen's words in Finnish.  Phalen took the ring and
slipped it onto Jeff's finger and then brought Jeff's hand to his lips and
kissed it.


----------


Brad hung up the last of his clothes and looked around Phalen's old
bedroom.  He could almost see Phalen in the room and hear his contagious
laughter.  His presence was everywhere, from the baseball championship
trophies still resting on a shelf, to the bottom drawer of the dresser,
crammed with little treasurers he'd collected throughout his childhood.  He
smiled, feeling closer to Phalen than ever.

He wandered down the quiet hallway searching for Larry and stopped at the
large master bedroom and looked in, smiling at the masculine feel of the
room.  If his ex-wife had any influence in choosing furnishings and colors
for this room, it had been erased in the months since she ran off,
abandoning Larry and Phalen.

Larry never said anything bad about his ex-wife.  In fact, he very seldom
mentioned her.  She had almost ceased to exist in his mind, and it seemed
in Phalen's as well.  Brad stepped into the large bedroom, running a hand
over a large leather chair as he passed.  He smiled when he saw a book he
had recommended Larry read, lying half-finished on the adjoining ottoman.
It was a peaceful room, all beiges and chocolate browns, contrasting with
the white carpet.  At the far end was a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows
looking out to a patio and the lawn of the back yard.  The double glass
doors were open allowing the gentle autumn breeze to slowly billow the
sheer white drapery into the room along with the distant sounds of
children's laughter.

Like its owner, this room seemed peaceful.

His attention was caught by a number of photographs on the dresser causing
him to grin.  There were a couple of Larry and Andrew, clowning for the
camera. There were also photos of Phalen, some taken when he was a child,
others when he was older, as well as a couple of him and Jeff.  There was a
single photo of Jeff, obviously having stepped out of the swimming pool
moments before, wearing an enigmatic smile.  His light skin highlighted the
spread of black hair across his chest, tapering to a single line that led
to the edge of the photo.  It was an erotic photograph, precisely because
of what was *not* shown.  There was also another photo of Jeff, this time
in a bulky sweater lying on his back with his hands behind his head wearing
a contented grin.

Brad was surprised to see there were also three of *him," all taken while
he and Larry were at a baseball game.  Two of the photos were candid,
catching Brad's profile as he intently watched the game.  The other
captured a roguish expression.  Brad grinned, running a finger over the
edge of one of the frames.  'I never would have guessed he'd have framed a
picture of me,' he thought.

Brad shook his head as he left the bedroom, touched by the arrangement of
photos, and silently made his way through the living room with its soaring
ceiling and clerestory windows.  He stopped when he saw Larry standing in
front of the large dining room window with his arms crossed, looking out to
the bright green manicured lawn.

Larry stared out to the back yard for a few moments longer and then bowed
his head, seemingly troubled by something.  He took a deep breath and then
exhaled, tilting his head back and looking at the ceiling.

Brad cleared his throat as he walked into the dining room to draw Larry's
attention.  Larry turned to him, a bright smile lighting his face,
banishing any evidence of being troubled.  "Has anyone ever told you your
dimples are wonderful," Brad asked, stepping into a gentle embrace and
wrapping his arms around Larry's waist.  "The rest ain't too bad either,"
he murmured with a chuckle as he rested his head on Larry's shoulder.  He
could feel Larry's silent laugh, and then the slow rise and fall of his
chest as he took each breath.  Brad sighed with contentment.  Being held by
Larry seemed so . . . natural . . . so uncomplicated and undemanding.  Yet
. . . *something* was missing."  He silently enjoyed the warmth of Larry's
embrace, refusing to compare the embraces of his past.

"Thank you for inviting me into your house."  He nuzzled Larry's neck.
"It's beautiful.  Phalen's room is wonderful.  It's so full of . . . him."
Larry gently snorted agreement.

"He does have a tendency to fill a space, doesn't he?"  Larry gently tried
to pull Brad closer.  "Is everything okay," he murmured.  "Do you have
everything you need?"  Brad smiled, nibbling at Larry's ear before he
spoke.

"Ummm hmmm," he murmured.  "Everything's wonderful."  He moved back
slightly and grinned, still keeping Larry in a loose embrace.  "I like the
fact that it's close to your bedroom, just in case I need you in the middle
of the night."  He looked into Larry's deep blue eyes, expecting a
rejoinder.  Instead, Larry gave him a half-hearted smile and pulled him
close once more.

"You're troubled by something.  You seem more quiet than usual."  Larry
didn't say anything for a moment, and then abruptly withdrew his embrace
and turned away, walking across the room, looking at the floor.

"Brad," he said, walking into the living room where he paused and seemed to
think a moment, trying to figure out how to vocalize his thoughts.  "I want
you to be living here because you *want* to, not because . . . you have no
place else to go."  He finished the sentence with a lowered voice and then
slumped into an armchair with his chin resting on his chest.

"I know you feel as if you have to leave Jeff's place because his brother
is coming, but I feel as if I'm forcing myself on you by inviting you to
stay here."  Brad watched him for a moment and then chuckled, causing Larry
to look up with a frown.

Brad walked into the living room and sat across from Larry, leaning his
elbows on his knees.  "Larry, do you honestly think I would be staying here
. . . with you . . . if I didn't want to?"  He chuckled once more.  "Hell,
I may be a bottom, but I *do* have a backbone!  No one's going to force me
into something I don't want."

"Are you sure?"  Larry seemed as if he *wanted* to believe what Brad was
saying, but wasn't sure if he should.

Brad nodded and sat back.  "Larry," he said, becoming serious.  "I have to
tell you that I am troubled by my feelings for you."  He took a deep
breath.  "You are one of the most wonderful men I've ever met.  You're kind
and gentle, and all the other things I've recently discovered are important
to me.  I . . . care . . . for you, a great deal.  I could even come to
love you."  Brad looked up in time to see Larry's eyes widen.

"I care for you, Larry . . . and I think it would be easy for me to love
you.  At the same time, I still love Curt, and I'm finding it difficult to
stop, even knowing the things he's done."  He rubbed the back of his neck
and then ran his fingers through his hair.  "I don't know if I can love two
men like . . . that . . . at the same time."  He looked at Larry and saw
him looking at him with a serious expression.

Brad continued.  "My mother asked me the other day if I thought I was being
unfair to you.  She wanted to know if I thought of you as a substitute for
Curt."  Brad absently traced a pattern in the upholstery with a finger.
"You're not a substitute, but I don't want you to expect more of me than I
may be able to give at the moment."  He took a ragged breath.

"I saw the photographs on your dresser."  Larry gave him a crooked grin but
remained silent.  After a moment, Brad continued.

"You're on your way to loving me, aren't you?  That's why you want
everything around here to be perfect for me.  You're already thinking of me
as more than a room mate."  Now, it was Larry's turn to take a deep breath.

"I saw Curt visit Jeff's earlier this afternoon," he said, diverting the
conversation away from Brad's question.  "I was out on the front porch when
he arrived.  Do you think that's why you're thinking about him so much
. . . right now?"  Brad bowed his head slightly.

Brad heaved a shrug.  "Who knows?  Maybe."  He paused a long moment.  "I
don't know."

He stood and moved around the coffee table to sit at Larry's side, taking a
hand and lacing their fingers together.  "Larry, I don't want to hurt you.
I know Curt and I will never get back together, but I just . . . can't
. . . switch off my feelings for him and turn on a whole new set of
feelings for you.  There's got to be some sort of . . . I don't know.  A
transition, I guess."  He squeezed Larry's hand and looked at him.  "Can
you give me the time to make that transition?"

Larry nodded giving Brad a crooked smile. "You can have all the time you
want.  This house is yours while you live here, in whatever capacity.  I'll
enjoy whatever . . . affection, you feel comfortable giving.  Will you be
comfortable with that?"

Brad pulled Larry close.  "More than comfortable.  Right now, I may still
feel as if I'm in love with . . . my last roommate."  He grinned slightly.
"But I *want* to be with you."  Larry's eyes widened slightly as Brad took
his hand.

"Larry, no one has ever cared for me like you have.  I feel happy when I'm
with you.  It's as if I'm about to burst out laughing, I'm feeling so
good."  He reached up and lightly traced a finger over Larry's lips.  "It's
wonderful when we hold one another, or when you're lying next to me at
night."  He paused a moment and studied Larry, his black hair, his midnight
blue eyes and dark eyelashes.  There was a hint of his dimples, even now.
It seemed as if he were always about to smile.

"You are so friggin' sexy," Brad murmured.  Larry's dimples made a brief
appearance and his eyes twinkled, but he remained silent.  "Being intimate
with you is wonderful."  He reached out and gently pinched one of Larry's
nipples through his shirt, knowing how sensitive they were, and enjoying
Larry's sharp indrawn breath.

"I love it when we're lying naked next to each other," Brad continued.  He
teased the now-firm nipple as he continued to speak.  Larry closed his
eyes, savoring the sensations.  "I love to feel you next to me, Larry.  I
love to feel you on top of me, and *in* me.  I love the feel of your tongue
in my mouth."  He leaned closer and kissed the lobe of Larry's ear,
murmuring as Larry groaned slightly.

"I want to taste you, to smell you, to feel your cock pulse inside me as
you fill me with your cum."  Larry groaned.

"But, what I'm looking for more than any of these things is love."  Larry
slowly opened his eyes and appeared ready to say something.  Brad placed a
finger over Larry's lips.

"Don't say it.  It's not the time for either of us to say those words
. . . yet."  He looked into the deep blue eyes, aware of what Larry was
feeling and searching within himself for the same thing as they kissed.
When their lips parted he grinned slightly.

"Will you make love to me?"  Larry took a shuddering breath and stood,
offering Brad a hand.  Neither released the other's hand as they walked
down the hallway to Larry's bedroom.

----------

Greg fidgeted in his seat unable to get comfortable.  Now that he was
committed to this new chapter of his life and it was too late to turn back,
he was having second thoughts.  His parents had asked him if he was
positive he was making the right choice by leaving Finland and moving to
the States and living in the same city with his younger brother.  He'd
asked himself the same question . . . many times.  He and Jeff had never
really been close as they were growing up.  It seemed strange for him to be
searching out Jeff for support.

He remembered Jeff as a shy, withdrawn boy, nothing like the person who had
visited with his partner a couple months earlier.  That person was full of
laughter.  He seemed free and happy.  When Jeff and Phalen returned to the
States, he began to realize how miserable his life had become.  He worked,
came home, visited with his parents, slept, and repeated the same routine.
There didn't seem to be any end in sight.

He was afraid of relationships.  He knew he wasn't an easy person to be
around.  When people were trying to spare his feelings, they would describe
his personality as, 'intense.'  He scared people off at the same time *he*
was being frightened away by the thought of becoming intimate with someone.

'I feel like an emotional cripple,' he remembered thinking.  'Maybe if I
get away from everything I'm familiar with I'll be able to grow.  Hell, I'm
willing to try *anything,* even leaving everything I love and am familiar
with.'  He recalled the evenings when his fellow students would head home
to someone special.  On those evenings, *he* went back to an empty room.
Whenever he contemplated forming a relationship with . . . someone, he
would break out in a cold sweat remembering the failed attempts and the
feelings of inadequacy that accompanied each attempt.  The feelings of
humiliation grew until now, he was afraid to even try.

He hadn't been able to explain those reasons to his parents when they sat
down with him to discuss his plans.  Eventually, he'd been able to stammer
out a reason that seemed to satisfy them.  "I . . . I want what Jeff has,"
he told them.  His mother had looked at him strangely and had asked what
Jeff had that he didn't.  He remembered not being able to raise his bowed
head as he spoke.

"Happiness."

The room was silent, and eventually he raised his eyes to his mother's
misty-eyes.  His father had swallowed and then stood and crossed the room
to sit at Greg's side.  He remembered the feeling of his father's arm
around his shoulders and how his father had pulled him close.

"I wished your brother the best when he left for the States," his father
had said.  "Your mother and I want nothing less for you."  He could hear
his father's voice shake slightly as he continued speaking.  "I'm sorry you
won't be near us so we can see you often, but remember, Greg.  We're very
proud of you.  We love you, and hope you are able to find the same sort of
peace your brother has found."

Once the decision had been made, time seemed to accelerate.  Jeff had
offered to let him stay at his house until he found some place permanent.
He found a position at one of the Phoenix hospitals close to Jeff's place,
and said good bye to his few friends.  They all said they were sorry to see
him leave, but their sentiments seemed to him to be pre-packaged phrases,
lacking any real feeling.

During the following few weeks it seemed as if he saw more of his parents
than he had in the previous four years.  Whenever he was nearby they tried
to put on a happy face, but underneath there was a sadness that was tough
to be around.  Finally, he couldn't take it any longer.

"Mother, Dad," he'd said at dinner one night at Kapelli's Restaurant in
Espalanadi Park.  "Please, stop looking like *you're* the reason I'm
leaving.  That's not the case.  You both have been outstanding parents to
me.  I love Finland.  I don't really *want* to leave.  It's just that
there's . . . something I'm looking for.  It could be peace, as you
suggested, Dad, or a form of happiness that I haven't found here, I don't
know.  Maybe I feel like the States hold whatever it is for me because Jeff
came back so happy."  He sighed and looked across the table at his parents.
"Just don't think for a moment that *you* are the reason I'm going.  I'm
going for *me.* I hope I'm able to find what Jeff did."

"Will you be coming back, dear?"  His mother looked hopeful.  He'd bowed
his head and sighed.

"I don't know, Mother.  I hope so.  Maybe I'll realize quickly what I'm
doing has been a mistake and be back before you've missed me."  He smiled,
trying to lighten the mood.  His mother gave him a wan smile.

"I don't think that's possible, sweetheart.  I *already* miss you."  His
father had nodded agreement as his mother reached across the table and
squeezed his hand.  She quickly cleared her throat and grinned.

"Now, let's not talk about good-byes any longer, or I'll start crying."
She choked on the last word and leaned against her husband as he put a
comforting arm around her shoulder.

The parting at the airport had been as awful as he'd expected.  He'd always
thought of himself as not being very emotional.  After all, he'd said to
himself, doctors have to divorce themselves from their emotions in order to
be able to work.  He'd divorced himself from almost all emotions during
recent years, so it was a shock to him when he found himself crying as he
hugged his parents at the airport.

*They* had been the strong ones, each giving him a firm hug and a kiss on
the cheek.  His father had hugged him longest and had murmured in his ear.
"Find what you're looking for, son.  Remember, your mother and I love you
very much."  His father had backed away with a sniff.

"Come back happy," he'd said with a smile though his eyes were filled with
pain.

"That's an order," his mother chimed in, kissing him quickly and then
stepping back, motioning him to hurry along.  He'd given them both a nod
and choked out how much he was going to miss them, and then wiped his eyes
on his shirt sleeve as he hurried to the airplane boarding area.

He'd tried not to look back, but couldn't help himself.  When he did, he
saw his mother crying on his father's shoulder.  His father saw him turn,
and held up his hand in farewell.  It was all he could do not to turn
around and go back to them.  He felt as if he were being selfish, seeking
happiness for himself and making his parents so unhappy.  He didn't turn
around though.  Passengers behind him urged him to move, so he boarded the
plane . . . and had felt miserable ever since.



~ to be continued ~



Thank you for taking the time to read my work.  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.

In addition to the first 'Phalen' story, I have three other stories you may
want to read.  'Leith,' and 'Chris' are located in the Nifty College
Section.  The third story is called 'Wesley', and is located in the Adult
Relationships section.  I hope you enjoy them all.

Best wishes,

Roy Reinikainen
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