Date: Sat, 13 Dec 2014 22:10:34 -0800
From: John Black <blackhunk33@gmail.com>
Subject: Library of Alexandria, Chapter 5.

Library of Alexandria

Chapter 5


	Michael worked his long, fat, Italian dick up Magnus' ass, going
all the way in and pulling nearly all the way out before repeating the same
motion again and again.  Magnus was moaning with pleasure each time
Michael's big-headed dick rubbed over the Scandinavian's prostate.  Every
time it happened, Magnus' dick jerked.  He didn't dare touch it or he'd
nutt for sure.  What it did do was excite him enough to work his tongue
deeper and deeper into John's black ass.

	With a tight ass chewing on his dick, Michael knew he was going to
bust a load far sooner than he wanted to.  However, he also knew that he'd
be up and hungry for more ass to fuck in less than 20 minutes.  So, he let
Magnus' ass do all the work as he provided only the in and out action.  Not
changing the tempo might delay my climax, Michael thought.  Of course, that
didn't work, either.

	As his nuts tightened, Michael knew he was seconds away from
flooding Magnus' tight ass with his creamy, Italian sauce.  With a
strangled cry of pleasure, Michael unleashed his tsunami of baby batter in
great spurts of warm gravy into Magnus' bare love tunnel.  He pounded and
thrust hungrily, rocketing in and out, maximizing his pleasure.  Even after
his climax lessened, he couldn't hold back.  Magnus was getting the full
treatment.

	Reluctantly, Michael pulled out.  He wanted to ride Magnus for
several more minutes, but he could see how John's dick was bouncing and
leaking precum.  His husband needed to get off soon or he'd spray his load
all over Magnus' abs.  They traded positions quickly.  Michael pushed his
cum dripping dick into Magnus' mouth before the young man could object.
The large Italian sausage was still leaking nutt and was coated in more of
his spermy discharge.

	John pushed his very large black dickhead against Magnus' asshole
and entered.  The amount of cum that Michael had pumped in there was lubing
up the chute that John was spreading and descending into.  He sighed with
pleasure at the feel of warm cum lubing the love tunnel and the caressing
tightness of Magnus' ass.  John was almost all the way in when Magnus
stiffened and jerked.  "Take it easy, Man!" Magnus whispered with a smile.
"My ass has never had a big, black one like yours."

	"Sorry," John apologized.  "But, your ass and Michael's cum are so
wonderful on my dick.  I was enjoying that too much to remember to go
slowly with you.''

	"Just give me a few more seconds and I'll be able to take all of
you," he assured John.  Meanwhile, Michael had pulled his dick from Magnus'
mouth and was positioning himself to sit on Magnus' face.  With a sniff and
a pleasurable sigh, Magnus worked his tongue over Michael's pucker and
licked hungrily.  Michael bent over and slipped Magnus' dick into his mouth
and sucked gently.  He knew from the way that Magnus' dick was jerking each
time John pushed in and withdrew, that Magnus was about ready to pump out a
load, with or without additional stimulation.

	He should have waited a little longer, though.  Michael heard and
felt a grunt from Magnus.  The dick in his mouth swelled and Michael knew
he was about to be fed sperm.  He sucked greedily, looking to give Magnus
the best blowjob he'd ever had.  John had heard Magnus hit the wall too, so
he sped up his thrusts.  And it was a good thing that Magnus was nutting.
John had been teetering on the precipice of a major climax from the time
his dick hit bottom on the first stroke into Magnus.  He had wanted to
delay his climax, but the tight ass chewing on his black dick wasn't going
to allow that.

	With a bellow of pleasure, John unloaded his heavy nuts into
Magnus' already seeded ass.  He pumped and pounded more juice into the
Scandinavian and went for his own maximum pleasure.  The jets of sperm
pushed his climax higher and higher.  He was nearly out of control with his
need to seed.

	Magnus' tongue raced up Michael's ass as his own climax fed Michael
one of the biggest loads he'd ever pumped out.  He felt John's load jetting
into him.  That raised his pleasure even higher, pumping his hips up,
forcing his pulsing dick deeper into Michael's mouth.  Each time his hips
relaxed for another thrust into Michael, his ass opened up and John sprayed
another blast of cream inside him.  This had to be the best fuck he'd ever
experienced!

	He'd wanted to shout out his pleasure, but his face was buried deep
between Michael's muscular ass cheeks.  But, he couldn't help the groans
and moans of profound pleasure that rocked him repeatedly.  He could enjoy
this kind of sex on a daily basis.  Unfortunately, these two men were
taken.  And where was he going to find a man who was as hungry for his ass
as these two men were and could pound his ass so wonderfully?  And it would
be nice if this mystery man pumped out big loads too.  But, maybe he was
being too greedy.

	When they parted, Magnus dashed for the bathroom and aborted the
flood of baby gravy that his two benefactors had loaded into his ass.  As
he returned, he said, "I've never been fucked so well, so deep, or so
much," he beamed.  "Thanks!"

	"Our mutual pleasure," John smiled.  "You're an excellent bottom
and despite your protests that we were bigger than you've ever had, you did
a remarkable job of taking us well."

	Michael nodded and added, "And I hope that you need more, uh,
`training' in this manner, too."

	"As soon as you can get it up, I'm willing to take you on, again,"
Magnus asserted.  "I do love getting pounded and bred."

	"Then, start suckin' on my dick, boy!" Michael instructed.  Magnus
happily knelt in front of the Italian and sucked his dick.  In moments, it
was ready for action.  Michael got the boy up on the bed and into doggie
style position.  "I think you're ready for this position," he smiled.  With
the lad's ass preloaded, Michael slipped in without more than token
resistance.  Magnus moaned with pleasure as the big-headed Italian dick
spread his love tunnel again.

	"Suck my dick and get me ready for round two," John said, moving
around in front of Magnus.  "I know you love dark meat."

	Without missing a beat, Magnus did his best to swallow the black
dick before him.  However, it was still long and thick from the fucking
that Magnus got from him only a few minutes ago.  And it was still dripping
delicious cum from the tip.  Magnus eagerly sucked up the errant dribbles
of cum and pulled the hardening dick into the back of his throat.  He tried
several times to swallow it, but there was no way that was going to happen
without months and months of additional practice.  Resigning himself to the
doable, Magnus sucked the dark dick in his mouth.  It still tasted of cum
and a little bit of Magnus' ass.  He decided that wasn't a bad thing.

	Once more, Michael filled Magnus' ass with another sweet load of
Italian man juice.  John followed with another of his own.  By now though,
Magnus' ass was sore from all the stretching and friction of so much in and
out action.  He begged off getting fucked again for round three, but
promised his hosts that he'd be better by morning.  As it turned out, he
didn't wait until morning.  As dawn was beginning to show itself in the
eastern horizon, Magnus manipulated John until his big, black dick was hard
again.  Magnus swung his right leg over John's torso and slowly sat on
John's upright organ.  Of course, John had been encouraging Magnus from the
time he felt his dick being played with.  They did try to be quiet, but as
John approached another climax, Michael woke up and decided he needed to
participate.  He sat on John's face and sucked on Magnus' dick just as John
unloaded in Magnus' ass again.

	Not one to let John have all the fun, Michael pulled Magnus off of
John's slowly deflating dick and pushed Magnus face down onto the bed.
John moved around and pushed his dick into Magnus' face while Michael
pushed his own face into Magnus' well-fucked and bred ass.  As his dick was
starting to leak and throb threateningly, Michael knew he had to give up
felching Magnus soon or his next load would be wetting down the sheets
instead of joining John's cream deep inside Magnus.

	Moving up and lying atop Magnus, Michael easily slipped his hard
dick into Magnus again.  The young Scandinavian moaned with pleasure when
Michael hit bottom.  Michael was enjoying the fully lubed love tunnel that
John had seeded for him with slow thrusts and withdrawals.  "This won't
take very long," Michael croaked.  "Your ass is so delicious and fuckable!"

	"I completely agree," John said after he quickly pulled Magnus'
dick from his mouth.  "He's got a really sweet ass that needs a big dick in
it frequently."  He went back to sucking on Magnus again and wiggled his
black ass against Magnus' lips and tongue.  "Yeah, boy.  Eat that hole
out!"

	With a final lunge, Michael blasted his third load deeply inside
the young man.  Magnus moaned with pleasure when he felt the jets of cum
pumping into him.  John ejected Magnus' dick and kissed Michael.  "I'm
gonna suck him off, so keep fucking that sweet ass," he directed.

	The Italian's dick wasn't shrinking very fast, so he had more than
enough stiffness to keep plowing the young ass beneath him.  Besides, it
felt good to be so deep in so much man juice.  Meanwhile, John had pushed
his dick into Magnus' mouth instead of letting Magnus eat his black ass.
Magnus sucked greedily and John's dick grew hard again.

	As if they'd written the script together, John and Magnus blasted
out their loads together, flooding each other's mouth with another creamy
load.  They continued sucking as Michael continued fucking.  Eventually,
all the dicks wilted and they separated.

	The three men dozed for another hour before they got out of bed.
Michael and John offered to pound another load each into Magnus' ass, but
he declined.  "Now, I'm really sore and full of baby batter.  You guys are
the best fuck I've ever had."  When they finished with their shower, Magnus
added, "I had intended to spend more time with you this weekend, but I
don't think my ass could handle any more abuse," he laughed.

	Michael and John said their good-byes at the door and returned to
bed for a long nap.  At least this time, they were out of bed for good well
before noon.

	"Are we ready to add our small contribution to the Atlantis legacy
on Monday morning?" John asked.

	Michael shrugged.  "I'm not sure we have really added much to the
knowledge of Atlantis in the last week.  We can affirm what others have
come up with in their translations, but we don't have much to add by way of
hard facts or even reasoned speculation about Atlantis."

	"Yeah, that's about where I thought we were, too," John sighed.

	Monday morning, all the principal researchers of the Atlantis group
met in the conference room.  Mr. Asquith joined them.  After a brief
overview of where they were last week from the lead researcher, Mr. Asquith
asked if anyone had something new to add.  A professor of ancient
civilizations from the state university cleared his throat and said, "Well,
we do have a complete list of their sovereigns translated and how they are
related to each other.  But, that doesn't tell us much about their lives,
history, or accomplishments," he began.  "I'm afraid this is very slow
going, despite having what we think is a complete alphabet.  But, that
doesn't seem to be doing us much good so far.  But, with the listing of
sovereigns, we know the Atlantean civilization lasted at least 6,000
years."

	Mr. Asquith frowned and was about to say something when one of the
graduate students burst into the room.  "I apologize for breaking into your
meeting like this, but I've discovered something amazing that you'll want
to hear right away.  And yes, it does involve Atlantis.  What I've
discovered is very much like the Rosetta Stone.  Only this Rosetta Stone is
in a thick book.  The pages seem to be some kind of animal skin that's been
well treated to survive the ages."

	Mr. Asquith interrupted the student.  "And how does this help us
and how is it like the Rosetta Stone?"

	"The book I was asked to translate is very mundane by the title,
which is roughly translated to mean `The Gods of the Ages' or something
like that," the student smiled.  "So, no one seemed to think there would be
much to it.  Just an old play that wouldn't be telling us anything that
added to our knowledge."  Mr. Asquith frowned again, trying to get the
student to move along and get to the point.  "Okay, so I started
translating and found that it was just as boring as I thought it would be.
But, the first few pages were easily translated from old Latin.  With that
boredom, I flipped a few more pages back and stumbled across old Greek.  I
wondered if the people in the Latin play were supposed to speak Greek at
some point to make the play more authentic or whatever.  But, I decided to
go back to the first page where Greek was written and I found that I could
translate some of the words and they were word for word what the Latin was.
I asked a colleague who is more versed in Greek if I were correct.  He
validated my rusty translation."

	"Is this all going somewhere?" Mr. Asquith asked impatiently.

	"Sorry," the student said.  "Yes, very much so.  Knowing that the
Latin text was about 20 pages, I flipped through about 20 pages of the
Greek pages and found another language behind the Greek.  I had no idea
what it was, so I asked another colleague what it was and he said it was
Phoenician.  Another 20 or so pages after that, I recognized Egyptian
hieroglyphics, although I couldn't translate them.  But, the best part was
that I flipped to the back of the book and discovered more pages of a very
ancient language.  The characters looked a lot like Atlantean to me!"

	The buzz in the room hit an immediate crescendo.  "Quit, please,"
Mr. Asquith bark sternly.  He was ignored.  "John, would you get there
attention, please?"

	John roared in his booming bass voice, "Silence!"  The room
immediately became quiet.

	"Thank you, John," Mr. Asquith smiled at him.  "Now that I have
everyone's attention again, Grace, can you tell me if this book has been
scanned yet?"

	She queried her database and shook her head to the negative.  "It
is scheduled for day after tomorrow," she replied.

	"Put all other scans aside, Grace," Mr. Asquith instructed.  "Put
your best person on this.  I want these scans to be absolutely clear."

	"I'll do it myself," she replied.

	"And I want two experts in each language to check the scans as soon
as they are finished to be sure that each page is clear and complete," he
went on.  "Michael, I want you to do the Latin and Greek, but with the
assistance of Professor Latimer."  Mr. Asquith looked at his computer for a
moment.  "John, I want you to round up Drs. Fraser and Strickland to
monitor the Phoenician; Drs. Abernethy and Steele are assigned to the
Egyptian hieroglyphs."  He looked up from his computer and asked, "Young
man, you seemed to imply that there were other languages between the
Egyptian and Atlantean symbology in the book.  Is that correct?"  The
graduate student nodded.  "How many?"

	"I would estimate two or three, assuming the thickness that each
language seems to hold," the student replied.

	"Very well.  John, Drs. Irvine and Pelham will be on standby for
Babylonian or Sumerian.  I assume at least one of the unread texts will be
in some type of cuneiform.  Grace, if you find another language in there as
you scan, please let John know and he'll assign someone to figure out what
it is."  She nodded.  "Now, the rest of you, I want you to start
translating as soon as the text is released by the experts who will be with
Grace.  As soon as the assigned experts have cleared the scans, the experts
are released and should start translating back at their research desks.
The texts should be on the main system within a few minutes of each page
being scanned.  Michael, I want you to set up discrete files for each of
the languages, so our experts won't have to plow through a lot of pages to
get to their specialty.  John, I want you to act as trouble shooter and
liaison with the full staff.  Get them what they need as soon as they ask
for it.  Any questions from anyone?"  There was silence.  "Okay, let's get
to it.  And the young man who burst into our meeting!  Well done!!"

	There was an enthusiast round of applause for him.  He blushed
severely.

	The Atlantean group dispersed.  John left to round up the
designated language experts, and Michael and Professor Latimer hurried to
the lab with Grace to begin the scans of the Latin and Greek texts.  Grace
was cautious and thorough.  Her first scans were perfect, so they were
immediately loaded on to the main computer for translation.  Michael had
created specific files for the known languages that resided in the text.
He had three other folders created without titles for the potential other
languages that were behind the Egyptian and before the Atlantean texts.

	After the Latin and Greek texts were translated, they were compared
word for word.  Only a few words didn't match or seemed to be a little off,
but not significantly.  The general meaning was still there.  Grace's team
of scanners had finished all the texts by the end of the day, because they
stayed 20 minutes late to finish up.  Mr. Asquith told everyone to take the
rest of the evening off and to hit it again tomorrow morning with fresh and
rested minds.

	Michael stayed a little longer to be sure that all of the folders
that he'd created had the appropriate language in them.  Earlier, he had
titled his unnamed folders with Cuneiform, Minoan, and Etruscan.  John and
Michael left a little after six o'clock and drove home.  It had been an
exciting day.

	"That book is going to save all of us a lot of hard work and
guessing wrongly," John said.  "We'll know how some symbols sound and then
we can know how to pronounce some of the places and people in the Atlantean
texts.  We may even be able to speak it, probably badly with only 20 pages
of text to work with."

	"Let's hope that the text of the plays includes words that appear
in other texts that we have from Atlantis," Michael observed.  "It will
certainly give us more of a solid vocabulary than what we've been guessing
at up to now.  But, we don't know if the Atlanteans had a sentence
structure that compares to what we speak and write now.  We have to be very
careful."

	"I'm sure that the language experts will see commonalities and
structures that will give us the answers," John hoped.  "Of course, it
would have been better if we had 100 pages, but this is certainly better
than nothing."

	"What would you like for dinner?" Michael asked as they drove into
the garage of their condo.

	"Let's go out and celebrate," John smiled.  "This has been a
red-letter day!"

	"Works for me.  Where?"

	"How about the Top of the Town?"

	"We'll have to get dressed for that," Michael reminded him.  "Do
you think we could get reservations this late?"

	"We won't know until we try."  John called the restaurant and was
able to snare a reservation for 7:30 for the two of them.  It was Monday
and that's generally a quiet day in the restaurant business.  They put on
their best suits, but not before entertaining each other in the shower with
a good, deep, and satisfying fuck and felch.

	Over dinner, they discussed how fortunate they were to work for
Mr. Asquith at this time in history.  The world would be riveted by the
astonishing, new discoveries of ancient peoples.  There were enough
Atlantean texts to give the world a modest history and a general view of
what Atlantis was really like, not what the Hollywood movie makers had
portrayed.  However, there could still be some of that as most of the texts
hadn't been translated yet.

	They celebrated with an expensive bottle of champagne, draining it
completely before they left.  Luckily, the restaurant was close to their
downtown condo, so they didn't have to drive home.  When they arrived home,
their message system was blinking furiously.  "What they hell?" John
wondered.

	They listened to call after call, asking them what they could
reveal about the mysterious book they'd found today that contained
something of a Rosetta Stone translation of a work in several languages.
There were requests for which languages were in the book, how much they had
found out about Atlantis, and when the full text would be released.  Andrew
had called several times.

	"I'm not returning any calls until I know what's going on," Michael
said.  "But, I think we need to call Mr. Asquith and find out what he knows
about this leak."

	Meanwhile, John turned on the big screen television in their living
room to a national news channel.  The crawler at the bottom of the screen
gave a one sentence summary about the Atlantean Rosetta Stone as they
called it.  But, now the screen was filled with sports scores.  He knew the
news channel would get around to the Atlantis topic again soon.

	Michael knew that Mr. Asquith wouldn't answer any phone but his
private line.  Even that might be ignored with the uproar this revelation
must have stirred.  But, he did answer on the third ring.  "What's going
on?" Michael asked.  "Was this intentional or do we have a leak?"

	"I sent out a press release," Mr. Asquith admitted.  "I knew there
would be a response, but I told them that we would not reveal any more
until we were ready.  However, I did promise the media that they would get
weekly updates from me.  I thought it impossible to keep the lid on this
discovery for more than a few days."

	"I'm sure you're right," Michael agreed.  "But, we've received
several phone calls about it and everyone wants a response," Michael
revealed.  "I think it best that we ignore them, although I think Andrew
has called several times and will be extremely persistent."

	"And he knows where we live," John added.  "So, we'll probably be
ambushed tomorrow morning on our way out, if not this evening."

	Mr. Asquith thought a moment.  "Grab your necessities and several
changes of clothes.  I'll send a car around to pick you up in half an hour.
I'll have two burly men escort you from your condo door to the car and then
into the estate.  Is that okay?"

	They agreed it seemed to be better to be cautious than ambushed.
And they knew they would be living in the lap of luxury at the Asquith
estate.  Promptly in 30 minutes, there was a call from Mr. Asquith's
chauffeur.  Two men would like to enter their building and escort them to
the limousine.  John buzzed them in and met them at the door.  The boys
carried their own suitcases and toiletries.  The escorts needed their hands
free to deal with the press.  They had been warned that a television camera
and two reporters were at the condo entrance.  "Let's go out the back way,
then," Michael proposed.  The escorts called the chauffeur and told him to
meet them at the back of the building in 20 seconds.  They pushed through
the back door as the limousine roared up to the door.  The escorts opened
the rear doors as the chauffeur popped the trunk.  The suitcases and bags
were tossed in the trunk and they were all but pushed into the back seat.
One of the escorts got in with them.  The other escort got into the front
passenger side.  He gave sharp commands to the chauffeur to get them "the
fuck outta here."

	The drive to the estate was simple and direct.  However, the
entrance to the estate was another matter.  "How will we get through that
mob of reporters?" John wondered.

	"Watch this!" one of the escorts smiled.  He hit a key on his
hand-held device and the gate swung open.  A phalanx of security people who
had been standing behind the gate came out and created a corridor for the
car to drive through.  The huge gates pushed back the press relentlessly.
Any who tried to get around the gates were pushed back by security.  The
limousine only slowed for a moment before rocketing through the gates.  The
dark windows of the car prevented anyone from seeing who was inside the
limo.  Moments later, the gates closed behind them.  The driveway turned
toward the house, effectively blocking the view of the press as the car
approached the front door.  Mr. Asquith greeted them.

	"You may return to your duties," he said to the escorts and
chauffeur, and then bid the boys to enter the main house.  He instructed a
butler to show them to their rooms and asked the boys to come back to the
study as soon as they were settled.  "The butler will show you how to get
there."

	As instructed, the butler told them how to ring him when they were
unpacked and ready to join Mr. Asquith in the study.  Twenty minutes later,
they rang for assistance and were greeted by a footman who took them
through several passages and up two flights of stairs before he left them
at the door of the study.  He rapped gently on the massive oak doors.
Mr. Asquith bid them enter and the footman left after opening the door for
them.

	Their boss greeted them with a big smile and a warm handshake.
"I'm very sorry I've put in you this position," he said.  "I knew you'd had
a nice dinner and conversation with Andrew, but I wasn't aware that as a
result of that, he knew where you lived."  The boys didn't volunteer how it
was that Andrew knew.  That was more information than Mr. Asquith needed to
know.  "No matter," he continued, "you are safely ensconced here now and
I'll make sure that you're treated well with all the comforts of home.  Is
your suite of rooms adequate?"  They agreed that they were excellent
accommodations.  The bed was a king bed, not a California king, but they
weren't expecting to share their bed with anyone else while they were the
boss' guests.  "Dinner is always at seven.  Breakfast is at 7:30 and lunch
is when you need it.  I'll make sure that you know where the kitchen is, so
that the staff can whip up something of your choosing for you every day for
lunch."  They thanked him for his kindness.  "Now, the cat's out of the
bag, so to speak.  We'll need to put together a briefing for the press
every Monday from now until the full texts are available for release.
Given what we know about the play that has served us as our personal
Rosetta Stone, I think that should be the first item that is fully
revealed.  If we have the time, we should have an annotated version go out
with it, explaining what we know about the context and the people and
places mentioned.  And in the interests of full disclosure, we'll also
stipulate the things we don't know about the people and places."

	"That makes perfect sense," Michael agreed.  John nodded, too.

	"And because I trust you the most as you are my long-time
employees," Mr. Asquith smiled, "I want you to take the lead on the future
press releases.  That means you talk to the experts about their views of
what they are reading and translating.  If they aren't agreeing, leave it
out or just say that the experts aren't sure what the meaning is.  I think
I didn't handle this very well."

	Michael and John smiled knowingly, but didn't say anything.

	"I know I should have a media professional help us with this, but
they are such blabbermouths, that I didn't think I could trust them with
this historic work," he sighed.  "And I doubt they'd understand a scintilla
of what any of it means.  I think we'd be constantly correcting what the
media person said, so that's pointless."  Again, they agreed with him.

	"Would you like to be quoted in each press release for your
thoughts on the significance of the newest translation or should we only
quote the resident language professionals?" John asked.

	Mr. Asquith paused a moment and thought about the question.  "I'll
be approving each of the press releases before they go out.  There may be a
place for me to comment on the substance of the newest discoveries.  But, I
don't think as a matter of appearances that I need to be quoted in every
press release.  If I want to say something, I'm sure you can figure out a
way to put it into the press release somewhere," he smiled.

	They nodded their agreement again.  "Why don't you get settled in
your rooms and we'll talk more tomorrow morning over breakfast, if you'd
like?" he offered.  "I'll have the footman show you to your rooms now and
he'll tell you where the dining room is as well as the kitchen.  Will that
be satisfactory?"  They nodded and Mr. Asquith pressed a button on his desk
to summon a footman.  Within ten seconds, a footman opened the door and
stood at attention.  "Please show these gentlemen to their rooms.  On the
way, be sure to point out where the dining room is as well as the kitchen."
The footman nodded.  "Thank you, Carson," Mr. Asquith added with a
dismissive wave.  "Good night, gentlemen," he added as an afterthought.

	"Good night, Sir," they echoed back.

	"This way, gentlemen," the footman announced.

	"Carson, if I may call you that," John asked, "is there a gym in
the house where we can work out in the morning?"

	"Yes, Sir," Carson replied.  "It is in the same wing of the mansion
as you live in.  You only need to go another 80 feet or so down the
hallway.  The gymnasium will be on your right.  You can see it through the
glass entrance."

	"Is there an alarm clock you can find for us?" Michael asked.
"We'd like to be up early enough to go to the gymnasium, shower, and still
get to breakfast with Mr. Asquith by 7:30."

	"Certainly, Sir," Carson smiled.  "What time would you like to be
awakened?"

	"You really don't have to go to that trouble, Carson," Michael
replied.

	"No trouble at all, Sir.  Would six o'clock be too early?" he
asked.

	John looked at Michael and nodded.  "Six o'clock will be fine.
Thank you, Carson."

	Back in their suite of rooms, John said, "This is better than a
five-star hotel.  You can't get this kind of service there, unless you stay
at a way-over-the-top place that costs thousands per night."

	"We might as well enjoy it while we can," Michael agreed.  "But,
don't get used to it.  This is only short-term and we don't want to wear
out our welcome with the staff.  Mr. Asquith won't know what demands we're
putting on the staff, but, we'll know.  We can do for ourselves, instead of
asking them to do for us."

	"Well, I'm wondering about our sweaty workout clothes," John
mentioned.  "How do we go about getting them clean after our workouts?  I'm
not in favor of wearing the same nasty thing day after day."

	"That's one that we'll have to ask Carson about in the morning,"
Michael suggested.  As it turned out, they would have their clothes washed
as often as they liked.  They would always be separate from other laundry
at the mansion.  And unlike some hotels they'd stayed in, the towels and
sheets and their clothes would not smell of kitchen grease and spices.
That was something Mr. Asquith insisted upon.  The kitchen even had
separate laundry machines.  Table linens were not included in the kitchen
laundry, but were also cleaned separately with other household materials.

	The boys slept like rocks.  The bed was comfortable and the sheets
luxurious.  Promptly at six a.m., there was a light tapping on the door.
"Gentleman, it is six o'clock," they heard through the door.

	"Thank you," John and Michael said in unison.  They rolled out of
bed and put on their gym clothes.  They turned right out of their room and
headed for the gymnasium.  Through the glass doors, they could see the
place was ablaze with lights.  Several men and two women were working out
there.  The women were graduate students that were helping with the
translations.  They nodded to them and started their workouts.

	"Doesn't that guy over there on the leg machine look familiar?"
Michael asked.

	"Yeah, he's one of the escorts that busted us out of our condo and
got us to the estate," John replied.  "What a stud!" he whispered.  "His
suit sure covered up his sensational body last night."

	"Yeah, he's a major dose of eye candy.  I wonder if he's permanent
muscle for the estate or was just hired recently?"

	"Or he's provided by an outside company?" John wondered.

	"I think we should introduce ourselves and thank him for `rescuing'
us, don't you think," Michael grinned.

	"As soon as we finish warming up, we should do that," John smirked.

	"And he's checking us out," Michael laughed.  "And he's not too
subtle about it."

	"Smile for the man," John said.  Both of them smiled and nodded in
the direction of their late night benefactor.  He smiled back.  "This could
develop into something very friendly."

	"I certainly hope so."


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