Date: Sun, 21 Jan 2001 03:19:29 -0800 (PST)
From: einhard <einhard@excite.com>
Subject: Me and Brad, VI

Me and Brad VI (M/b, t/b, M/t, t/t, oral, anal, inc, WS)

by einhard

PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to end. The characters
don't exist, and the stuff they do, never happened.

Okay, guys, here comes the sixth and second last chapter of my little story.
Looking through the previous chapters, I see I had a little cock-up. I
confused the days, and had Tom and Brad fishing on the wrong day. Like
anybody cares. As for chronology, I'm picking up exactly where I left off,
which I think is in the early hours of Wednesday afternoon, three days
before Tom's stay is ending. Oh, to have an orderly mind!


I.

Well, Robbie had obviously gotten an eyeful of action, and looked ready to
keep going. I'm guessing that Brad and I were pretty red all over, but
Robbie didn't seem to mind, because he just stood there, grinning and gently
stroking his little boy-cock.

"Well, are you guys gonna help me, or what?"

"Robbie, I don't know about this. I mean, I'm your brother! It would
feel...not quite right."

Brad was having doubts, unlike his little brother.

"Now he's thinkin' about what feels right. I've seen you and Tim sucking and
fucking, yeah, and pissing, too, you know. Been there in the room with you,
'cause you let me. And you're worried about feelin' right? I don't want you
to hurt me here, I want you to help me feel good."

My, my. This kid sure knew how to argue his case.

"You know, Brad, he does have a point."

"Damn right I got a point!" Robbie was standing with his hands on his hips,
feet planted well apart, an angry look on his face and a small, hard dick
pointing straight out.

Brad went even redder, made some spluttering noises, and next he was rolling
on the ground, laughing.

"Man, Robbie! You look so funny!"

The kid glanced down and went almost as red as Brad and me had been a minute
earlier. For a moment he looked like he would cry, so I reached over to
touch his shoulder and give him a smile of encouragement. He smiled back,
and gave us one of his giggles.

"I guess I do, huh? But I asked you guys a question. Are you gonna help me?"

Brad got up and looked over at me. I nodded, got to my knees on one side of
Robbie, and gestured to Brad to get on the other side.

"Okay, Robbie, we'll help you. But first, where's Katie?"

"In front of the TV, watching cartoons. She loves that, and Mom usually
doesn't let her, so she'll stay put."

"Good. Now, Brad, this is what we'll do. We're gonna jack Robbie off with
our mouths, one on each side. You place your lips on his shaft, then you
move 'em outwards all the way, and then back in again. Then, you just keep
goin', while I do the same on my side. We'll try to do it in synch, okay?"

Brad nodded, and assumed his position. Robbie's dick, which had gone almost
soft, was up again, and there was even a little drop of precum at the end of
it. He was starting to grow up!

It wasn't hard for Brad to figure out what to do, and we managed to get the
rhythm going almost immediately. Robbie sure liked it, and started moaning
pretty loudly straight away.

"Oh, yeah, guys, this is so good. Mmh, keep goin'!"

I glanced over at Brad, and then picked up the pace just a little.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum now. Yeaahh!"

With that, Robbie started twitching and shot his load two feet out in the
air. I had to grab him to keep him standing. After he had gained control of
himself, Brad and I got up and put our clothes back on. We both had to smile
as we looked at Robbie again. He was grinning like he just had a double dose
of candy. Which he had, so to speak.

"That was really great, guys. Can we do something like this again?"

"Maybe, Robbie, if Brad's comfortable with it. Are you, Brad?"

"Well, not really, but I suppose there's no turning back now."

"Yayy!" squealed Robbie. "Can I piss in your mouth again, too, Tommy?"

"Christ, Robbie! You couldn't try to yell a bit louder, could you?"

"Sorry", he whispered. "Can I, though?"

"Maybe. And be sure to tell your brother about the rest of the stuff we did
while you're at it, why don't you?"

This time he did break down and cry. Guess he wasn't so grown-up, after all.

"Shh, Robbie, it's okay. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. Brad
doesn't mind, and neither do I. Right, Brad?"

Young Bradley looked a bit doubtful, but I shot him a stern glance, and he
croaked out his agreement. We then headed home to rejoin the youngest member
of our crew, have a meal and do family stuff for the rest of the afternoon.

At night, after Katie was in bed, and Brad had taken off to hang out with
friends - he did have friends besides Tim - I decided to hit the hay early.
I was just getting sleepy when my door opened, and Robbie stood there, a
doubtful look on his face. He was wearing Pokemon pajamas, which made him
look really young.

"Please, Tommy, can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Why? You not feelin' well?"

"No, it's not that. I just get a little scared at night, sometimes."

I knew about that, and had been surprised he hadn't made this request
before.

"Yeah, sure. But no funny business, d'you hear?"

"I wasn't planning on any, Tom, honestly."

"Fine. Get in here, then, and be quiet!"

He lay down on his side and snuggled up to me from behind.


"Oh, hello, aunt Cecilia, there you are. Come to see your little son fuck
me, have you. Robbie, say hi to your mom, but don't stop what you're doing,
you hear?"

"Hello, Tom. It's nice to see you taking so good care of Robbie. Are you
sure you don't mind Robbie's penis inside you, then?"

"No, mom, he likes it", came a voice from behind. "I've seen them do it lots
of times. Tom's been doing it with, Brad, too."

"Ah, Katie, there you are. Good. You know, it's always nice to see children
and their babysitters getting along so well together."


Fuck! My aunt! I woke up to complete darkness, and caught my breath. Another
of those stupid dreams! Why was it I never had dreams like that before?

Hold on, there was something happening in the region of my posterior. I
reached back gently. Oh, yeah, Robbie. He wasn't wearing his pajama bottoms
anymore. Not so strange, the night was warm. I could feel his dick, though,
hard and pointing straight to my..., my asshole! I stiffened again, and he
made a little moaning sound. Was he asleep?

"Robbie?" I said out loud. No response. I shook him by the shoulder.
"Robbie!" Still nothing. Maybe he was asleep, and he was just having a wet
dream. I relaxed, and just then, I could feel him entering me. I had my feet
raised up toward my chest, which left my asshole easily accessible, and
Robbies thin cocklet had penetrated with ease.

What now? If he was really awake, he deserved a spanking for this, but if he
was asleep, he'd probably die of embarrasment if I woke him. Safest to just
wait a little.

Soon, he began fucking me, with slow, careful movements. Had I been an
outside observer, I probably would have spotted it as a sham right away, but
right then I was caught between sleep, panic and excitement.

He kept it going for only a short while, before he grunted and his whole
body went rigid, then limp. I figured he must have cum inside me, and when
he slipped out and rolled over on his back, I felt my hole. Yup, that was
sperm, all right. I tittered stupidly. I'd been fucked in more than one way
before, but never by a sleeping eleven-year old. My dick stirred, but only a
little. After all, it had seen lots of action the day before. I slept.

I woke up to glorious daylight. Robbie wasn't in bed, and I guessed he must
have opened the curtains. Just as well to get up, it was almost nine and I
had to piss.

I heard the toilet flush right across the hall, and in a moment Robbie stuck
his head in.

"Good morning, Tom. Hope I didn't wake you too early?"

"Nah, this is fine."

I sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed my boxers and started to put them on.

"Are you gonna piss, now, Tom?"

"Damn right I am, so just get out of my way, boy."

"Can I, uhm...can I drink it?"

I stopped in the middle of getting to my feet. Probably looked silly,
standing there all crooked.

"Please, Tom? I really wanna try."

I got up to my full height, trying to think. Wasn't this thing progressing
too far? First, I'd allowed him to be naked with me, then I said he could
jack off in front of me, I'd let him jack me off, and I'd done it to him.
All things I had vowed would never happen. Then, at the next opportunity, I
had let him suck me off, I had pissed on him, and I'd swallowed his piss. A
study in adult responsible behavior, right? And to cap that off, his brother
and I had used our mouths to tease his boy cock to spew it's stuff. Oh, and
he'd fucked my ass in the middle of the night. How many more taboos were
left to be broken?

Robbie saved me from answering, as he reached into the fly of the boxers,
bringing the half-hard cock out. He got to his knees and put the head in his
mouth, and I let loose without another thought.

Aaahh! This is the life. Who wants a toilet bowl when all that's needed is a
boy's mouth? Could he take it all, though? After all, he was a lot smaller
than me, and a morning piss contains a lot of liquid.

My fears were needless, because not a drop spilled over, and when I was
empty, he released me, got up, and licked his lips with a big grin.

"Nice! Almost as good as when I fuck.." He went quiet, and then ran. One
moment, he was there, all smiles, the next, he was gone. Shit! I ran to his
room, but he'd locked the door. I knocked gently.

"Robbie? Robbie, can you hear me?"

"Go away! Please, just go away!" I had trouble making out what he said in
between sobs. I got back to my own room and put on the hearing aids.

"Robbie? It's me again. I just had to go get my hearing aids. Now, listen,
Robbie. I know what you were gonna say, and I'm not mad at you. You know
what? I liked it."

"You did?" He was at the door now, I could hear it.

"Yeah, I did, really. Now let me in so I don't have to stand out here
shouting."

The key turned round, and a red-faced little boy appeared, evidently still a
bit fearful. I picked him up and hugged him. That helped him relax.

"So is, like, everything okay?" he asked.

"Everything."

"Can we do it some more, then?"

Shit, didn't this kid ever get tired?

"Yeah, I guess we can do it some more, but not now. I'm still a bit tired
from all the exercise yesterday. And last night."

"Aww, when can we do it, then? I really want to."

"Tomorrow, okay? Why don't you get together with Pat again today?"

He lit up.

"Yeah, that would be great. I'll go call him now."

He ran off eagerly, leaving me smiling. I'd completely forgotten about his
scheming ways and broken taboos and whatever. That boy was doing something
to me.

I knocked on Brad's and Katie's doors, yelling for them to get up. I'd
probably have to do it again when breakfast was ready, but that was just the
way things were.

After breakfast, the excited Robbie took off for Pat's home, telling us not
to expect him until the afternoon. Brad, Katie and I had a quiet day at
home, lounging round the pool. Me and Brad were reading, Katie alternating
between play in the pool and tea-parties with dolls and teddy-bears. Me and
Brad had to pay her and the dolls a visit, as well.

At five p.m. Robbie came home, tired, but obviously content. We continued
with our lazy existence for a while, before I summoned Brad and Robbie. It
was time for the plotters to plot some more plots.


II.

On Friday morning, I took Katie and some of the girls off to a picnic. Brad,
meanwhile, was doing his share about our deep plot. Tim was still pissed off
about the video tape affair, but Brad felt sure he could persuade him to
come over for a three-way.

When we got home from the picnic, Brad reported that all was well, and Tim
was coming over round about 10 pm, to help celebrate my last night.

"So, he thinks he's gettin' a three-way with you and me? You didn't mention
it might be a four-way?"

"Nope. Listen, are you sure we need to let Robbie in on this?"

"Yes, I am! For one thing, we already promised, for another, he's gonna make
a stink if we don't let him, plus you and Tim already let him watch pretty
much everything you've been up to. So you're not backing out on me now, you
hear!"

"Yeah, fine, okay" he muttered.

The scheme was all ready. We had discussed a number of wild ideas, but had
decided to keep everything very simple, or else we might risk a major
bust-up, given Tim's somewhat edgy personality.

Meanwhile, since this was my last night in the house, I made a special
effort to give Katie and Robbie a good time. I mean, Robbie might be on his
way to be a hardened pervert, but he was also a child, and enjoyed childish
fun almost as much as his sister. As for Brad, well, show me a sixteen year
old who never reverts to the ways of his childhood, and I'll send for the
shrinks.

After food, games, excitement and one sleeping pill she never knew she took,
Katie got tired and was sent off to bed. I read her a few paragraphs from
"The Silver Chair", and she slept. Almost perfect timing, and I could tidy
up a bit, to save me from a lot of work on the morrow. I didn't expect to
get much sleep until the wee small hours of the morning.

III.

Tim had arrived, and Brad took him aside for a few small snacks and plenty
of stuff to drink, including a little liquor. I had decided that a small
amount of alcohol would probably make it easier for both of them to just go
with the flow. And flow it would. Unless Tim got nasty, and we had to abort.


At 10:15, Brad led his cousin to his own bedroom. Me and Robbie were in
hiding in the bathroom, and heard them coming. Tim was getting just a bit
tiddly, it seemed, and Brad shushed him a bit.

"Pipe down, dude, I don't want Tom to hear us 'til we're ready. Now, get in
here and lie down on the bed."

"Whatever, dude" tittered Tim.

"Now, I want you to wear a blindfold, so I can make this thing a surprise
for both of you

"Fine, whatever you want, Brad."

Shortly, Brad came to the door and waved me and Robbie in. Tim was on the
bed, naked except for a white T-shirt, and with his long, thin pecker
pointing to his cute face. Brad, Robbie and me also wore white T-shirts, and
we quickly took off everything else, making sure we were really quiet. This
finished, we stood by the side of the bed. Brad looked round to make sure we
were all ready.

"Okay, Tim, let loose!"

With that, Timmy started pissing. He must have been really needy, to be able
to piss just like that with his dick so hard. As soon as he'd started, Brad
called "Go!" and the rest of us released our supplies of pent-up piss all
over Tim's T-shirt, crotch and face. I looked at the two brothers. Brad was
half-hard and concentrated his jet pretty high up, while Robbie was almost
fully hard and pissed in a high arch. Me, I was almost soft, and directed
the stream up and down, like it was a hose. Woo-hoo, this was fun!

After we'd finished, and the boy on the bed was thoroughly soaked, Brad
removed the blindfold. Tim, a blissful grin on his face, looked up on us,
before suddenly jerking upright.

"Robbie! What are you doin' here?" he demanded loudly.

"Shh!" I hissed. "We said he could join. Either you're cool with that, or
you take off back home."

He lay down again, looking slightly puzzled.

"Right, what next?" I asked of the group in general.

Nobody was really sure, so we ended up with all of us on the bed, deciding
to take things as they came.

In a minute, Robbie began licking Tim's body, trying to taste the piss we'd
left on him. The kid really liked that, sniffing deeply, wringing the shirt
and licking his hands, all the while moaning and groaning. Me and Brad
looked on for a little while, smiling at the boy's enjoyment. Then, Brad
swallowed Tim's prick, engulfing all of it in one go. Tim manouvred Robbie
to straddle his chest, then rubbed his own hands with as much piss as he
could, before letting Robbie suck on every finger in turn. Then he pushed
the boy back, to have him practically waving his ass before his older
brother's face. Brad, a glazed look in his eyes, lifted off the cock he was
sucking, and gave Robbie's asshole a lick. That made the kid squirm with
delight, and I had to put my hand over his mouth to keep him from getting
too loud. I could see where this was leading, and I wasn't sure I liked it.
Robbie was not only young, but small as well. Could he take an adult-sized
dick up his butt without getting seriously hurt? Maybe, but I would have to
be on my guard.

Brad, meanwhile, was combining the rimjob with his index finger poking
around the tight, young hole of his kid brother. After licking it down, he
pushed the finger in, just a little bit. Robbie stiffened, but soon he gave
a big grin and nodded his head like crazy. Brad pushed in some more, and
Robbie pushed back, seemingly comfortable.

Brad had two fingers going now, with some difficulty at first, but soon they
were sliding easily in and out.

Robbie turned his head, then rose up a little bit, causing the fingers to
slip out of him. He immediately grabbed Timmy's precum-leaking cock, placed
it outside his rosebud and started sitting down. This was it, and I readied
myself for an intervention. I should have known that Robbie wouldn't back
off. True, he did show signs of pain, but he kept sliding down until more
than half the shaft was inside him.

He opened his eyes.

"Aah! Yeah, I love this." He lifted his bottom gently, then pushed down
again. Up, down. He found a rhythm, pushing himself just a little bit
further down every time. He was fucking himself on all of that long thing!
I'm not sure it was fully eight inches, but it couldn't have been much less.

It wasn't long before Robbie had it all inside him, and started bouncing up
and down fast.

"Oh, mmh, Robbie, that's so great. So tight! I'm gonna cum any second now,
hungh! mmhh, yeah! I'm cummin', oooooh!"

Tim was whimpering now, his balls so tight up agains his shaft, they almost
disappeared inside him. He spasmed violently five or six times, then lay
still. Robbie started bouncing up and down again.

"Robbieee! Stop! I'm way too sensitive now, it hurts!"

"But I don't wanna stop. This is so great!"

"Well, get off me and start on one of the others, then."

"Okay. Fuucckk!"

Little Robbie's lack of experience had made him rise off Tim much too fast,
and he was practically squealing with pain. This time I did have to hold my
hand over his mouth for a little.

"That hurts", he complained.

"I know, baby, I shouldn't have let you. Now, let me look at it. I'll be
careful."

I took a quick look, and found there wasn't much injury. A little bleeding,
but no more than I'd had myself on occasion. It was probably not so much
pain as shock. I took him to the bathroom to find some lotion for it, and
greased him up. He was crying all the while.

"It's okay, Robbie. You're not badly hurt."

"It's not that", he sobbed.

"What, then?"

"It's, you know, I really liked it, and then...and then I blew it, and now I
can't do it again, not for a long time."

"I guess not until this" I gently patted his bottom "has healed, but you'll
be ready again in a few days. Maybe you should stick to Pat, though. I
suppose he's a bit smaller than Tim."

"Yeah, he is. He's almost as small as me. That's why I wanted to try
something bigger."

"I understand, but I think you'll just have to wait until you're a little
bit bigger yourself. Now, are you ready to go back and have fun with Brad
and Tim?"

"I..I guess. Tom, could we just go to your room, just me and you?"

"Sure, but we need to get cleaned up a bit. I don't want us in my bed
dripping with piss."

He smiled at that.

"Guess not."

We had a quick shower, just to get fit for my bed, which lacked the
heavy-duty rubber mattress Brad had put on his in honor of the occasion. On
the way, I stopped to tell the two older boys that I was taking Robbie to my
room to console him a bit. They nodded, but I don't know how much
penetrated. Brad was penetrating, though, shoving his cock inside Timmy in
long, slow strokes. Judging from the state of their T-shirts, they'd been
smooching quite a bit before they got to that stage.

On the way back to my room, I reflected that this was hardly the outcome I'd
expected from this night, but so what? Robbie's health and well-being was
more important than me getting my rocks off.

He was smiling again as I slipped into bed, and I quickly found out that
hurt as he might be, he was still excited.

"So, little man, did you want to do something?"

"Yeah. But I can't move around a lot without hurting."

"Guess I'll just have to do most of the work, then." I scooted under the
sheet and located his dick. I started by just rolling his little balls
around in my hand, then squeezing them gently. Gradually, I applied more
pressure. He flung the sheet back, and I was out in the open.

"That feels neat, Tom. Harder!" he whispered.

I increased the pressure a little bit more, and started licking the
underside of his shaft. Slowly, starting right above the ballsac, I moved
upwards, planting little kisses here and there. Up to the top, then down
again. I repeated this five or six times, until I could sense he was getting
impatient. He needed to learn about making it last, but that could wait, he
was only eleven. So I took it all in, starting a rapid sucking movement
right away. I pulled his balls down, trying to delay the orgasm just a
little. Maybe it worked, but in any case, he was pretty ripe.

"Mmmh, I'm cumming, Tom, ooohh!" The fresh, thin boy-cum entered my mouth.
It wasn't such a lot, and I swallowed easily.

"Oh, Tom, I really liked that", he whispered.

"Good. You wanna relax a bit now?"

"Yeah."

I put my arm around him, and in a minute I could hear his breathing changing
into a familiar rhythm, and he was sleeping. I, meanwhile, was super-hard,
since I still hadn't cum.

After half an hour, Tim entered the room.

"Aww, look at the cuties", he whispered.

"Yeah, yeah, what did you want?"

"Me and Brad kinda felt our T-shirts were gettin' a bit dry, so we thought
we'd ask you two to come help us keep them wet, but I guess not."

"Not yet, anyway. We'll have to see if he wakes up."

"Well, he might not be up, but something sure is." Timmy's eyes were
twinkling.

"Mmm-hmm. Did you have anything in mind?"

He didn't say anything, but got to his knees on the floor. Fortunately, the
bed was low, so he didn't have any problem getting his mouth around me. He
started bobbing his head up and down on me, and I knew I wouldn't last long.
I tried to stay quiet, but as the orgasm neared, I guess I must have jerked
around a bit. I came hard in Tim's mouth, and when my eyes were open again,
Robbie was on his knees, watching Tim trying to get the last drops out of
me.

"Sorry I woke you, kid."

"It's okay. I like waking up to this sort of thing."

He seemed in his usual good spirits again.

"So, Robbie, you don't need another piss, by any chance?" Tim asked, smiling
and licking his lips.

Robbie lit up. "Yeah, I think I do."

"Tom?"

I nodded.

"Come here, then."

We all padded along the corridor, and entered Brad's room to find him on his
back on the bed, idly playing with his limp prick.

"Now, Brad, move over, will ya?"

We all got on the piss-soaked bed and just lay chatting quietly a little,
letting the bladder pressure build.

Robbie was the first to go. He adjusted his dick so it pointed upwards and
pissed all over his little belly. Brad, Tim and I all tried to catch a
little of it in our hands, but we didn't get a lot. I smeared my little
supply all over Tim's face and Brad did the same with me. Tim just lay
there, trying not to giggle loudly. Then he let go. Brad and I got to our
knees and both tried to grab the gushing organ. Brad beat me to it, and
aimed right for his mouth. He performed his usual trick of letting most of
it out again, soaking Timmy's T-shirt once more.

As Brad let go of Tim's pisser, he aimed his own at me, bathing my chin and
face. It was really nice. I could get used to a warm piss bath.

I restrained myself a little more, even with Robbie impatiently demanding
his own bath. He straddled my knees, tugging at my prick and squeezing my
bladder to get me going. I held back, though, and finally he let go, an
exasperated look on his face. That's when I hit him. I aimed the jet around
the height of his collarbone, soaking almost all of his front with the
wonderful liquid. The big grin on his face told me this was one happy boy.

After this wet session, we all rolled around a bit on the bed, trying to
soak each other even more. At some stage, I found myself lying on the side
behind Tim. My cock was fully hard again, and he reached down to aim it for
his puckered back entrance. One little push, and half of it was inside. A
seasoned campaigner, this.

Robbie and Brad had stopped their horsing around to witness Tim getting
fucked by me. In this position, I couldn't thrust very deeply, but I sure
had fun anyway. He had learned all sorts of tricks with his sphincter
muscle, clenching and unclenching with perfect control. When I finally
squirted inside him, I was almost beyond the limits of consciousness.

The Adams brothers gave us a muted, but enthusiastic round of applause when
we'd finished, and Tim and I got up to bow.

Robbie and I then took off to have another little shower. We took our time,
since Robbie got it into his head he wanted to fuck me again. It was a
little awkward, but with me on my knees and him on his feet behind me, we
pulled it off. It didn't do a lot for me, what with him being so small, but
it sure satisfied him.

After we were dry, I admonished Tim and Brad, who were busily drinking Coke
and preparing for at least one more piss session, to clean up the bed and
themselves before getting to sleep, so it wouldn't stink to high heaven in
the morning.

Finally, it was time for Robbie to get into his own bed.

"Good night, Tom", he whispered.

"G'night, little man."

I was just getting up to my feet, when all of a sudden he slung his arms
round my neck, giving me a deep kiss on the lips. Almost in shock, I
probably responded a bit stiffly, but I didn't get much chance to do or say
anything, he let me go, lay down and closed his eyes. I took myself off to
my own bed, and lay down, hoping for some sleep.

As I lay there for myself, I tried to take stock of my stay. I'd been
introduced to the wonders of wetness. That was great. I'd had sex by proxy,
so to speak, spying on Brad and Tim twice, spying on myself in a kinky sort
of way, as well as on Robbie and Pat. Then I'd had a couple of one-on-one
sessions with Brad. They were the best. We'd both been relaxed, and none of
us were after more than the fun and the good feelings. The big
disappointment was this last night. I had envisioned a super-hot orgy, and
in a sense, I'd had it. Not so super-hot, maybe, but an orgy. But I hadn't
been comfortable or relaxed. Partly, that was because of Robbie's little
disaster, but mainly it was because of my conflicting emotions about the
little guy. I found myself wanting to protect him, to keep him from older
guys, have him playing with kids his own age. A bit of a problem, that,
seeing that I myself had been the oldest guy around.

Tim was okay, but I didn't really know him.

No, Robbie was the "problem". While getting my mind in a right tangle about
my feelings where Robbie was concerned, I fell asleep.



That was chapter 6. Disappointed? Worried this is all getting too emotional
and mushy? Stay tuned for the conclusion in chapter 7, which will be ready
in about 10 days' time.



This story is copyrighted by me, einhard, January 2001. All rights reserved.


Any comments? You can e-mail me at: einhard@excite.com