Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2000 08:14:06 -0500
From: TJ <BiDadWriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Love For A Lifetime, Chapter 13

Disclaimers: The following is a work of fiction. Meaning, that, the people
and events are not real, and never happened, except in my mind.  All the
other usual stuff applies.  If you shouldn't be here, don't read it.  If
you don't like it, why are you here?  Comments appreciated, flames deleted.

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We laid on the kitchen floor for a long, long time, with Jimmy still inside
me.  But, eventually, he softened, and slipped out.  That is probably the
saddest feeling in the world to me, feeling empty.

We got up, took our clothes into the bedroom and took a shower together.
We took our time, washing each other, cleansing each other of the physical
dirt, the emotional dirt, and the spiritual dirt that had accumulated over
the past four weeks.

"Jimmy, baby, I'm so sorry that I hurt you with my words.  I really, truly
did not know that what I was saying was so hurtful."

He was washing my chest at this point.  He looked me in the eye and said,
"Timmy, love, I don't kwow why it upset me so.  I can't explain it.  I
guess I thought that maybe you were getting tired of me or something, that
maybe you wanted out."

I started to say something, but he put a soapy finger on my lips and
continued, "But, I know in my heart that I was wrong.  I can't tell you why
I felt that way, I don't know what it was.  So, to get everything out in
the open, with nothing unsaid, I forgive you for saying the hurtful things.
BUT, I need you to forgive me for ever doubting your love for me."

"Done, babe."

He leaned over and kissed me.

When he pulled back, his eyes were turning red, and I could see the tears
forming.  I knew what he was going to say, but I stopped him.

"Jimmy, my love, look at me," and I put my hand under his chin, raised his
head so he was looking into my eyes.  I summoned all the love I had in me,
and willed him to see it in my eyes, and to hear it in my voice.  "Jimmy,
we're not going back to last night.  I have forgiven, you, you have
forgiven me.  Together, as a team, I want us to go forward.  I think we
both need to talk about how to handle a situation like you found yourself
in.  But not right now.  For a while, why don't we just not visit with
anybody without the other?  Would that make you comfortable?"

He smiled through his tears and said, "I don't deserve you, Timmy.  You are
so wonderful."

"Oh, stop that shit, baby.  There's no deserving to anything.  I love you.
That's all that matters.  Regardless of what comes our way, you're stuck
with me.  You know as well as I do that sometimes we make each other mad.
Let's just decide, right now, to not keep stuff from each other if we feel
hurt, or angry.  OK?"

"OK"

"Now, finish my bath, James," I said with an English accent.

"But of course, sir," he replied with a smile.

When we finished the shower I told him he needed to call Gary and Mike to
see if Liz had called them, and to find out what she had said.

Liz had been busy.  Mike was really pissed at Jimmy, and almost hung up on
him.

"How could you do this to Liz and Timmy?" he yelled at Jimmy.

"Calm down, Mike.  It's not what you think," Jimmy told him.

"Yeah, right.  You take advantage of Liz when she's tipsy, and you cheat on
your partner."

"Is that what she told you?" Jimmy asked incredulously.

"Yeah, it is.  I just can't believe you, man.  I trusted you, I respected
you."

"Would you like to hear my perspective?" Jimmy asked.

"Only because you used to be one of my best friends," he responded.

Jimmy had tears in his eyes as he began to tell Mike what had actually
happened.

"Do you remember when Liz brought us all beers after dinner?" Jimmy asked.

"Yeah."

"Do you remember the face I made after the first swallow I took of mine?"

"Not really, no."

"Well, it tasted funny.  I didn't think much of that until today, but,
Mike, I think she drugged me.  You've know me long enough to know how in
love with Timmy I am.  Do you honestly think that I'd intentionally sleep
with someone else, knowing how it would hurt him?  Do you honestly think
that I would intentionally put my frienship with you and Gary on the line
for a few minutes of sexual gratification?  Does that sound like me at
all?"

"Well, no, Jimmy.  It doesn't."

Then Jimmy told him about the rest of the evenings events, including me
hitting him, and my leaving.

"But he came back this morning, and we talked, and we worked things out."

"So he forgave you?"

"Yes, he did."

"I don't know if I could have done that.  I really admire Timmy for that."

"It's one of the reasons I love him so much."

"I can understand that."

"So, are you still mad at me?"

"No.  But I'm pretty pissed at Liz."

"Well, I don't intend on talking to her for a while.  But, Mike, you and
Gary don't need to alienate her.  I think she's going to need all the
friends she can get while she tries to deal with what she did, and almost
accomplished."

"That won't be easy, Jimmy.  She almost wrecked your marriage."

"But she didn't," Jimmy said.  "God gave me a good man, a loving man, a
forgiving man.  He realized, after he calmed down, that it wasn't me that
did those things with her.  I can't prove that she drugged me, but I know
it in my heart, and so does Timmy.  Actually, Mike, I was hoping that
maybe, if you and Gary just kept things as usual with her that maybe she'd
tell you the truth, and what her motivation was."

"I'll do what I can, Jimmy.  But, I feel lied to as well.  I can't believe
she'd do something like that.  Well, I take that back.  Liz is a strong
headed person.  She goes after what she wants, with everything she has.
But, still..."

"I know, Mike.  Have you talked to Gary today?"

"Yeah, and I'd better call him, because I don't think he let you talk to
him."

"He's that upset?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"Well, talk to him, and if he calms down, tell him to call me, ok?"

"OK"

"Hey, Mike?"

"Yeah, Jimmy?"

"Thank you for believing me."

"Jimmy, can I tell you something, and you not take it the wrong way?"

"Sure."

"Jimmy, I love you man.  You are one of my best friends, and I didn't want
to believe what Liz was saying.  Will you forgive me for not believing in
the man I know and care for?"

Jimmy was crying at this point, "Mike, Timmy and I love you and Gary too.
You guys are great friends to us.  Of course I forgive you.  I"m just sorry
that everybody has had to go through all of this."

"Well, bud, let me go.  I need to get ahold of Gary, and quick."

"Mike?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks....for everything."

"Thank you, Jimmy.  Timmy too."

"Later, man."

"Later."

After he got off the phone, he told me what they had said.  I knew that we
were luck indeed to have a friend like Mike.  I just hoped he would be able
to convince Gary of Jimmy's innocence.

We started cleaning up around the house, washing clothes, vacuuming, you
know, normal, house drudgery.  About an hour later, the doorbell rang. I
answered it, and there were Gary and Mike.

"Uh, hey Timmy.  Can we come in?" Gary asked.

"Sure guys," I said as I unlatched the screen.  "Jimmy, you've got company,
babe." I shouted.

When he came around the corner, a multitude of emotions went across his
face when he saw Gary.  I was not prepared for what happened next.  Gary
burst into tears, ran over to Jimmy and hugged him, and just cried on his
shoulder for about five minutes.  Jimmy eventually hugged Gary, trying to
comfort him.

After Gary's sobs subsided, he said, through his sobs, "Oh, Jimmy, I'm so
sorry.  I'm so sorry I doubted you, and I'm sorry that I took Liz's word
over yours.  Will you forgive me?"

"Gary, there's no need for you to be so upset.  Everything is fine."

"No, Jimmy everything is not.  I called the dean of the Law School this
morning, and told him that you had all but raped Liz.  I'm afraid that
there's going to be an investigation."

"WHAT?"  Jimmy shouted, pushing Gary away from him.

Gary looked absolutely defeated, and so ashamed.  The tears were running
down his face, and it was obvious, to me at least, that he was comletely
ashamed of what he had done, and what it meant to Jimmy.

"Jimmy, I don't blame you if you hate me.  I hate me right now.  I just
couldn't believe that you would do such a thing, but Liz sounded so
convincing.  She even showed me bruises where she said you had grabbed
her."

Jimmy and I were stunned.  "What bruises?" Jimmy asked.

"She had bruises on her wrists and arms, and it was obvious that she had
been slapped, and hard."

"I swear to you, I never touched her."

"Well, she's gone down to the police department to press charges."

Jimmy looked at me with such pain, hurt, and confusion.  "Timmy, what do I
do?"

"I don't know baby.  I don't know."

"If there was only some way you could prove that you weren't the one who
did that."

"Gary, did she say that she fought back."

"Yeah, why?"

"Timmy, call Dr. Morrison."

"Dr. Morrison?  Why?"

"We've got to tell him what happened, and get him to take pictures of my
body, and sign an affidavit saying what he finds."

"But, baby.  You've got a shiner from where I hit you."

"But Liz couldn't have done that, and we'll tell him that you did it.  If
she says she fought back, I should have other bruises as well, but I don't.
Gary, you've got to call Dr. Lennier and tell him that it's possible that
Liz may have misrepresented the truth to you about what happened."

"OK.  Mike will you go with me?"

"Sure, Gary.  Let's go."

Mike and Gary left, and I called Dr. Morrison and explained to him what had
happened.  He agreed to meet us at his office in 30 minutes.  We were very
carful to keep Jimmy from getting bumped before we got there.

When we got there, I told Dr. Morrison that I wanted to sit in on
everything.  He agreed.  Dr. Morrison pulled out a tape recorder and asked
Jimmy to tell him what had happened.  Jimmy told him everything, leaving
nothing out, including me hitting him, and then us making up, and making
love today.

Dr. Morrison had Jimmy strip naked and took pictures of him all over,
including a close up of his genitals.  I asked him why he did that, and he
said to show that there were no teeth marks or scratches in the genital
area.  He said that some people tried to bite their attackers and he just
wanted to be able to prove that Jimmy had not been scratched or bitten.

He got very clear shots of Jimmy's back, chest and arms especially.  He
also took a picture of Jimmy's face showing the bruise that I had caused.
Then, he talked into the tape recorder using doctor-eese to talk about what
he was viewing, and Jimmy's physical condition.

The last thing he did was to take a picture of Jimmy, fully clothed,
holding the front page of that day's paper up beside him to date the
picture.  We thanked Dr. Morrison for his help, and then he made a rather
strange suggestion.

"I think it would be best if Jimmy stayed at a friends' house for a day or
two, so that if the police show up to arrest him, he won't be there."

"That's a good idea, Dr. Morrison.  We'll get our friends..." Dr. Morrison
stopped me.

"Don't tell me where he is.  Timmy, as long as I don't know where he is,
then I won't have to lie if I'm asked, and since I'm going to file this
report as soon as I can get it typed, I don't want to know where Jimmy is.
We'll try to get any arrest warrant rescinded by fact of this report.  But,
you'd better hurry.  There's no telling how fast Liz may have moved."

We raced back to our house, threw some clothes in a suitcase and jumped in
the car.  As we were turning left off of our road, a police car was turning
onto our street.  It may have just been coincidence, but we weren't going
to stick around to find out.  We went straight to Steve and Marc's.  Steve
was there, and he said that Jimmy was welcome to stay.  He said that
whenever the phone rang, he'd send Jimmy out on the balcony so that he
could honestly say that Jimmy was not in their house.  I thanked him,
kissed Jimmy, and headed home.

As soon as I got there, there was a note from Gary and Mike on the door
saying to call them at Mikes as soon as I got home.  When I called, the
said that Dr. Lennier told them that he had no choice but to have an
investigation.  He needed Jimmy to call him immedaitely.  I told them
thanks, and that Jimmy was out of town, but I'd get the message to him.

I called Jimmy and told him to call Dr. Lennier.  Jimmy called me later,
and told me what Dr. Lennier had said.

"Apparently, we did the right thing in going to Dr. Morrisons'," Jimmy
said.  "By having the dated conversation and pictures showing that I had no
body trauma, that will help me if the arrest warrant doesn't get rescinded.
He also said that he had no choice but to call for a full investigation.
If I had indeed attacked Liz, I would be expelled from the law program.  By
the same token, if Liz had attacked me, and/or fabricated the story about
being attacked, she would be expelled.  He said that he was very sorry that
something like this had happened.

About that time, the doorbell rang.  I could see the police car in the
driveway.

"Babe, the police are here.  Grab Steve, and ya'll get in his car and go
anywhere.  I don't want to know, so that I can truthfully say I don't know
where you are."

"I love you, Timmy."

"I love you, too, babe.  Don't worry, Jimmy.  We're gonna beat this thing.
You hear me?"

"Yeah, babe.  I hear you."

I hung up and answered the door.

"Mr. Parson?"

"Yes, I'm Tim Parson."

"We're looking for James Lee Parson."

"I'm sorry, sir.  He's not here.  You're welcome to come inside and see for
yourself."

"That's ok, Mr. Parson.  I do need to tell you that we have an arrest
warrant for your brother."

"He's not my brother, he's my life partner."

I could see the shock on his face.

"Um, life partner?" he asked.

"Yes, kind of like we're married."

"Oh, I see," he said.  I couldn't quite read his response.  At this point,
I didn't think I wanted to.

"When will he be back."

"I can't say.  He packed some clothes and left.  I honestly could not tell
you where he is right now.  He told me that there might be a warrant issued
for his arrest, and if I don't know where he is, I don't have to lie to
you."

"So you want me to believe that you don't know where your, um, partner is?"

"That's exactly what I want you to believe.  The woman who filed those
charges lied, and has accused Jim of something he did not do.  We have an
affidavit being filed by our family doctor showing that Jimmy has no
bruises or signs of having been involved in an attack, and when we find out
that the warrant has been rescinded, he will come out of hiding.  We just
wanted to avoid him having to be arrested and processed.  Now, if you don't
mind, I have some business I need to attend to to try and straighten this
whole mess out."

"Mr. Parson.  If you know where he is, and don't tell us, you can be
charged as an accomplice."

"Officer...Henderson," I said as I looked at his name tag and my blood
began boil, "I told you truthfully a moment ago that I do not know where
Jimmy is.  I know enough not to lie to you.  I don't believe that I like
what you are implying."

"Mr. Parson, please calm down.  I'm just doing my job.  Personally, I find
it hard to believe that a gay man would sexually attack a woman, even a
pretty woman.  It's obvious to me that you care about him a great deal,
and, if he feels half of what I sense you feel about him, I don't believe a
word of it. However, I still have my job to do, and my opinions don't
matter.  Just this piece of paper that says I must arrest him.  Personally,
I hope he didn't do it to her.  I saw her when she came in, and I didn't
believe what she was saying.  Besides, I think your partner and I share
something in common."

"And what would that be?"

"An honest man to love us."

"You're gay?"  I asked, shocked.

"Yes.  But no one but my captain knows.  I wouldn't make it long on the
force if anyone else knew.  But, the captain knowing about me, is able to
assign me to cases involving gay situations so that there's no prejudice
clouding justice."

"Well, in that case, I apologize for my attitude."

"That's not necessary.  There was no way you could know, and I'm only
telling you because I can recognize your integrity.  You, and probably your
partner, are the kind of people Adam and I prefer to socialize with.  Guys
with morals and character, who happen to like guys."

"Well, Office Henderson..."

"Call me Ryan."

"Ryan, ok.  After all this dies down, perhaps we two couples could meet for
coffee or dinner."

"Adam and I would like that very much.  Here's my card.  When things cool
down, call me."

"Ok, I will."

"It's nice to meet you Mr. Parson."

"Tim"

"Tim.  I just wish it could have been under better circumstances."

"I'm sure things will get cleared up.  Jimmy is innocent.  The truth will
find it's way out."

"Keep me posted, ok?"

"I will."

The phone started ringing.

"I'll see myself out, Tim.  Call me if you need any advice or help. OK?"

"Thanks, Ryan.  I will."

He left, and I answered the phone.  "Hello?"

"Hi, Tim.  This is Dr. Morrison."

"Hi Dr. Morrison.  Did you file the affidavit?"

"Yes, but, unfortunately, the only way for the warrant to be rescinded is
for Liz to drop the charges."

"I'm afraid that won't happen.  I don't know what to do."

"Just sit tight.  Don't do anything until you hear from Dr. Lennier."

"OK."

Later that evening, Jimmy called.  I told him about my conversation with
Ryan, and Dr.  Morrison.  He was upset that the warrant had not been
rescinded, but I told him that, since I had to be on campus Monday for a
study session for the CPA exam, I'd try to find Liz and talk to her.  He
agreed, and we said goodnight.

I was very lonely that night, and I didn't sleep well at all.

Sunday was no better.  Another officer came by the house, looking for
Jimmy.  I told them I had not seen him since the previous afternoon, but if
I did see him, I'd try to convince him to turn himself in.

Monday finally rolled around.  I was able to dress casually that day,
because it was a study class.  I called Jimmy, told him I loved him, and I
was off to class.

I don't know about most of you, but I find that if I can tape record a
lengthy lecture, I can go back later, and make sure I didn't miss anything.
That's why I had purchased one of those small, hand held tape recorders
that looked like a radio.  That morning, I used up a whole tape, so, just
as we broke for lunch, I changed the tape, not knowing what a fortuitous
idea that would turn out to be.

I headed for the law school to try and find Liz.  I walked around the
corner of the main building just as she was going inside.  I don't know
why, but I tured the tape recorder on, and put it in my shirt pocket.  I
ran to the building and caught her in the lobby, just as she was about to
go into the side stairwell.  I almost missed her, because someone had
propped the doors to the stair wells open, and she was right at the door
when I called her name.

"Liz, wait.  I need to talk to you."

"Timmy, I have nothing to say to you, or that sleezball of a lover of
yours."

I must admit, Liz looked pretty rough.  She had bruises on her face and
arms.  The one's on her arms were definately finger prints, and were bigger
than her fingers.

"Liz, you know that Jimmy didn't do this to you..."

"What I know is that, I wanted him.  If I can't have him, nobody can."

"What are you talking about, Liz?"

"Oh, come on, Mr. Gullible.  I have wanted Jimmy ever since I met him.
But, you were in the way.  I can't believe that he could want you, when he
could have had me."

"Liz, I don't believe what I'm hearing.  You mean you set Jimmy up because
he was in love with me and not you."

Liz looked around to make sure nobody was around.  Then she leaned in close
to me and said, "Since this would be my word against yours, and I have the
bruises to prove what I'm saying, I'll tell you what I did, because nobody
would ever believe a queer over a law abiding heterosexual.  I put three
hits of Spanish Fly in Jimmy's beer.  That was guaranteed to get him horny.
Then, I set the temperature high, so he would be sweating, and to give me
an excuse to put on the skimpy outfit I came out in.  As soon as I saw him
in the living room, I knew the drug was working.  He looked flushed, and I
could see his hard on.  I leaned up into him, empathizing with him for all
the mean things you had been saying to him, and then I made my move.  I was
fast, and I knew that he wouldn't be able to say no if I got to his dick.
Oh, your Jimmy didn't want to be there, but once I got him started, he
couldn't stop.  He would have fucked a line of girls he was so hot.  I got
him to cum twice.  Then, when he finally figured out what we had done, he
ran for the door.  It was pathetic.  I was there, wanting him, and he ran
out.  Well, I couldn't let him think that it would be that easy.  So, I got
dressed, went out, and found a big guy who said he liked his sex a little
rough.  I told him I was game provided he used a condom."

"We went back to my place, and he was rough.  He slapped me around, and
fucked me silly. It was a lot more satisfying than your wimpy lover."

"Why did you want him to use a condom?"

"Well, you stupid little fag.  You obviously don't know much about female
anatomy.  I have a very, very regular period.  My gynecologist taught me
how to know when I was ovulating, to help me avoid getting pregnant.  Well,
I ovulated Friday.  I didn't want that rough houseing guy to knock me up."

"But Jimmy didn't use a condom."

"Now you're getting the picture, you stupid little queer.  In all
probablity, I'm going to have your lovers baby.  Then, since lover boy will
be locked up in prison for raping me, I'll sue YOU for child support."

"I doubt that very much," I said.

"Why?  Everything worked out.  Nobody will believe you if you tell them all
this.  It sounds too far-fetched to be real."

"But," I said, as I pulled the tape recorder out of my pocket, "they'll
believe this."

"That tape is inadmissable as evidence, since it was made without my
knowledge or consent."

"That tape will be admissable, to corroborate my retelling of your story,
Ms. Emory," said Dr. Lennier as he walked out of the stair well.

"What were you doing in there?" Liz asked, looking panic stricken.

"I was on my way to lunch, when I heard your voice, and Mr. Parsons.  I
decided to listen in on your conversation from the stair well.  Mr. Parson,
may I have that tape recorder?"

I handed it to him and he popped out the tape.  "If you'll stop by my
office, my secretary will replace it for you.  Ms. Emory, I think it best
that you find yourself an attorney."

"Oh, and Mr. Parson, I believe the arrest warrant for James will be
rescinded by this afternoon.  I'll call the magistrate and let them listen
to this tape."

"Thank you, Dr. Lennier."

"Don't thank me.  You're the one with the foresight to have taped that
confession.  I'm afraid, Ms. Emroy, your designs on being a lawyer are
over.  And, if you are pregnant, I'd suggest that you put the baby up for
adoption, because your plans of getting child support from the Parson's
will never be upheld."

With that, Dr. Lennier turned and left.  I started laughing, and Liz
started crying.  About that time, Mike and Gary walked in the front of the
building.  Liz turned and ran, and they came up to me and asked me what had
happened.  I related the whole story to them, and they were both stunned at
her vicious mind.

I skipped the afternoon seminar, and went straight to Steve and Marc's.  I
told Jimmy what had happened, and, sure enough, late that afternoon, when
we called the magistrates' office, we were informed that the warrant had
been rescinced, and the charges dropped.

We celebrated with Steve, Marc, Gary, Mike and their girls.  It was a great
evening for us.

Three weeks later, Liz was expelled from the School of Law.  The morning of
the expulsion, her gynecologist called and told her she was indeed
pregnant.  Jimmy and I talked about this, and called Liz.  We offered to
pay all her medical bills, if she would let us adopt the baby.  We did have
a condition that we would be present at all her doctor visits, and, if at
any time the doctor found anything to show that she was trying to hurt the
baby, the deal was off.  That included right up to delivery.  Since her
parents cut off her money because of the stunt she pulled, and she couldn't
afford an abortion (and was too proud to accept government money to pay for
the abortion) she agreed.  The three of us went to Dr. Lennier, and he had
the appropriate forms drawn up.  He told the three of us that she could
decide to keep the baby, but that he had added a caveat that if Liz elected
to keep the baby, we would not be liable for her bills.  We were all
satisfied with the arrangement and signed it.

The next several months went by in a blur.  Oh, yeah, I passed all the
parts of the CPA exam the first try, and got my license.  I was made a
junior partner at work, which meant a big pay increase.  With that, Jimmy
and I converted our other bedroom into a nursary.

We went to all the visits with Liz.  She hated being around us, and hated
us seeing her in the raw for her visits.  But, we were there, to make sure
everything was ok.  The appointment in May was especially exciting.  That
was the ultrasound.  We found out we were having a boy.

A boy...a son...we were both on cloud nine!  We did the nursary up all with
primary colors and boy stuff, like sports and animals.  Jimmy sat me down
one night, and told me what he wanted our sons name to be, and his
reasoning.  I agreed with him, but we kept it secret until the day he was
born.

Liz kept up her end of the bargain.  She applied to, and was accepted to
the MBA program at UNC, actually, because we gave her a good
recommendations.  When the board found out what she had done, but that we
had forgiven her, and that she was actually carrying Jimmy's baby, they
accepted her, if a little hesitantly.  Her folks also came around, and
helped her out with her school finances.  Liz was a changed woman.  She
became very quiet, and not forceful at all.  I didn't know how long it
would last, but, it was a nice change.

Liz's water broke on August 23rd, 1986.  As arranged, she called us, and we
met her at the hospital.  She was acutally quite lucky.  Her labor only
lasted seven and a half hours.  At 3:37pm our son was born.  Liz signed the
papers giving Jimmy full custody as soon as the nurse brought them in.  Liz
actually declined to hold the baby.  She did, however, allow Jimmy and me
to hold her legs, and help her deliver him.  And my Jimmy cut the cord.
That was one of the most precious moments in my life.  As soon as the cord
was cut, the doctor wrapped him in a blanket, and handed him to Jimmy.  We
were both crying.

I did have the presence of mind to have our camera, and started flashing
away.  After a few minutes, and a bunch of pictures, Jimmy handed me our
son.  The flood of emotion I went through is not easily described.
Unfortunately, you can only understand if you've felt it.  Even tho,
biologically, he was not my son, I am one with his biological father, and I
felt as close to him as if I had been his biological dad.  Jimmy was
snapping picture as fast as he could.

Our parents were waiting outside the room.  The nurses pulled a curtain
around Liz, and then let our folks in.  I had handed the baby back to Jimmy
before our folks came in.

"Mom, Dad, Mom, Dad, Timmy and I would like to introduce you to our son,
Timothy James Parson.  We're going to call him TJ, because he's the best of
both of us."

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Did I answer most of your questions?  There's still a little more to come.
Sorry this has taken so long, but, life has really been biting my ass
lately! I'll get the final chapter done a little sooner, I hope.  As
always, your comments are encouraged, your flames will be sent to hell,
where they belong.

Love to you all,
TJ