Date: Fri, 4 Sep 2009 02:35:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: More is Better ch 1

More is Better

By: Photo Guy (fotogme11@yahoo.com)
Story Consultant and Proofreader: Steve
Editor and Proofreader: Jere

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Archive.  It may not be copied to another website without prior permission
from the author.

This is a fictional story ... any similarities to actual people, places,
events or other entities is purely coincidental.  The story involves gay
sex between family members and their friends, and is written solely for the
reading enjoyment of people who aren't offended by material of this type!
If you are underage, or this type of material is illegal where you live,
please leave now.

***

Introduction:

Hey, guys!  I'm Ryan Adams; my brother, Chris, even LET me write the intro
to "More is Better".  Usually, in his other stories, I'd just tell him
stuff and he would be the one who wrote it down.  Maybe you don't know it,
but Chris has been writing about our family since the summer of 2006,
before he started his sophomore year at the University of Colorado.  A lot
has happened, and my life has sure changed since then ... but I guess each
of my brothers and our dads could say that, too.

Brothers and dads?  Maybe you'd like to know a little about us...

It seems like a long time ago when this story happened; fuck, I guess it
was!  I'm nineteen, in college now, and all this occurred in 2002, when I
was in the eighth grade.  But I still remember everything ... like it only
happened yesterday.  My brothers, dads, and I lived on a ranch, north of
Boulder, Colorado.  It's called the J bar A.  Anyway, my adoptive dads'
names are Tim Matthews and Josh Adams.  And my brothers are Chris and
Kaiden Matthews and Tyler Wilson.  Tyler is also Chris' boyfriend, and his
folks, Ben and Tina, live on the ranch too.

It's a long story ... how we became a family ... and there's no way I can
tell you everything in a couple of paragraphs.  However, Chris has written
all of it down.  I guess I always knew our family was different from most
... I mean, how many families have two dads ... or three, when you count
Ben?  But I especially realized how unique we were, after reading what
Chris wrote ... about how we found each other in the first place.  Damn!
At the end of this chapter, if you want to know more about our lives, there
is info about the other stories.  I really hope you check them out ... and
Chris does too.  He says he's gonna be a best-selling writer someday
... but I'll believe that when I see it!  (lol) Right now, his stuff is
only on the web.  He tells me a lot of guys have enjoyed reading it,
though.

Chris has already let me read the first chapter of "More is Better", and he
wrote it like I'm the one doing the talking.  I hope all of you enjoy it!

***

Chapter One

(Ryan narrates)

"Fuck, that feels good!" Eric, the slim, mousy brown-haired manager of our
middle school football team cooed.  He was sprawled-out ... naked ... with
his back leaning against a few pillows that had been carelessly tossed
against the headboard of my queen-sized bed.  I was sitting cross-legged
between his spread legs.  My brother, Kaiden ... reclining on Eric's right
... had our friend's long, but slender cock in his fist.  He was pumping it
hard and fast, while I cupped Eric's jewels in the palm of my hand.  I
squeezed his sperm factory gently.  "Yeah, guys ... that's the way," Eric
whimpered, in the throes of sexual bliss.  With a light grip, he took hold
of Kaiden's throbbing, man-sized dick.

I sensuously rubbed my left hand over the hairless, pale-colored skin of
Eric's upper leg.  Both Kaiden and I still had dark all-over tans, from a
lot of time in the raw over the summer, but it looked like Eric spent most
of his days indoors.  A devious smile crossed my lips as I glanced toward
his loose sack, before leaning forward until my chin rested on the
mattress.  I sniffed the faint, no longer quite boyish scent of our
thirteen year old friend, while stuffing the lowest-hanging orb into my
mouth.  The small egg was a mouthful as I rolled it with my tongue.  I
pulled on it gently, but firmly, while nibbling on the web of skin.  If
someone had been watching the three of us, he'd have never guessed that
only a few hours earlier, Eric had been relating a chilling story about
years of child abuse at the hands of his parents.

But that was then.  He was going to stay with us for a few days while it
all got sorted out.  And while none of us talked about it ... not out loud,
at least, for fear of jinxing everything ... I think all three of us hoped
that maybe ... just maybe ... he would be able to live with us from now on.

I tugged on the ball a little harder, before letting it wetly pop out of my
mouth.  I slurped over Eric's hairless sack, then took his other nut into
my mouth, rolling it over my tongue.  The slightly built boy moaned loudly,
and I glanced past his dick ... where Kaiden was still pumping away ... to
his average-looking face.  Eric didn't say anything; his usually large,
brown eyes were closed, but he had a smile on his lips.  It was a smile to
die for; and clearly, it said it all.

Kaiden leaned forward and spit onto the bulging head of Eric's seriously
hard cock.  And within seconds, the slime had disappeared into his closed,
wildly pumping fist.

"I'm SO close, you guys!" Eric gasped, thrashing his head from side to
side.  His mouth gaping open, our friend arched his hips upwards, pulling
my face up with them.  He sucked in his already slim belly as far as it
would go.  And after groaning loudly, he cried out, "Shit, yeah!"

With my tongue, I pushed Eric's ball out of my mouth.  And I was sitting
up, rubbing my hands over Eric's inner thighs, just as he began to shoot
... three hard spurts.  Suddenly, his body was covered in beads of sweat.
He relaxed against the pillows as if he'd just had an intense workout.  In
a way, I guess he had.

"Thanks, guys; that was awesome!" Eric commented, a big smile crossing his
face.  He let go of Kaiden's penis and wiped his hand across his forehead.

"Any time," Kaiden replied, with a grin of his own.  But his smile turned
to a questioning frown, as he tentatively brushed his fingers over one of
the large, almost faded bruises on Eric's thin chest.  It was as if Kaiden
really wanted to ask something ... I could almost see the question forming
behind his lips ... but he didn't say anything.  Instead, he hopped out of
bed, stiff cock pointing toward the sky, and flipped off the room lights.

"Hey ... you guys didn't get to cum yet," Eric observed, in the faint glow
from the dusk-to-dawn lights on the barn.

"We'll take care of that soon enough," I laughed, crawling over Eric's leg.
I humped my throbbing penis against his hip a couple of times, before
pulling one of the pillows from behind him and lay to his left, while
Kaiden climbed onto the other side of the bed.

"Yeah, don't worry about either of us when it comes to having fun," Kaiden
agreed.

Kaiden and I were just a couple of ordinary ... read that VERY horny
... thirteen year old boys.  On most days, we busted our nuts at least two
or three times.  And with Eric's help, in a couple of minutes, both of us
had shot our loads and cleaned up the mess.  We snuggled up close to Eric
and the next thing I knew, I was opening my eyes to the bright sunshine of
another Colorado day.  I lay quiet for a few moments, as my body woke
itself up.  I was the only one still in bed, so I guess I was the
sleepyhead on that Monday morning.  Yawning, I glanced at the alarm clock:
12:08 ... damn!  It was sure a good thing Josh had given us the day off
from school.

Every weekday, the dinner bell on the J bar A rings at twelve o'clock, to
signal lunch for the whole ranch family ... us, the cowboys, their
families, and any visitors who happen to be on the ranch.  Maybe that's
what had awakened me in the first place.  I jumped from the bed and glanced
out the window, across the front yard.  It looked like a warm day.  After
pulling on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, I slid my feet into the
flip-flops I'd worn yesterday.  In a flash, I was down the stairs and out
the back door.

Of course, all the ranch kids, except for us brothers and Eric, were at
school.  But a group of a dozen people ... or maybe a few more ... had
assembled around a couple of long picnic tables in the back yard.  Tyler
and one of the cowboys were still getting their food, while Tim was about
to pick up his plate.

"Hey, Ryan," Tim laughed, as I got in line behind him.  He tousled my
shaggy, long brown hair, while joking, "I was beginning to wonder if you'd
died, or something!"  Tim handed me his empty plate, before taking another
one for himself.

Laughing, I began to fill my plate.  "Not any time soon," I answered.

I glanced toward the table where Eric seemed to be the center of attention.
Knowing my dads the way I did, I'm sure they had already told the ranch
hands about Eric's situation, and asked everybody to make him feel at home.
It looked like he fit right in.

"How did everything go with Eric last night ... or should I say this
morning?" Dad chuckled, while taking a second spoonful of pasta salad.

"Um, good, I guess," I replied.  "I mean, we didn't talk about his mom and
dad, or anything."

"No need to open those wounds if you don't have to," Tim agreed.  He took a
couple slices of bread and made himself a turkey and Swiss sandwich.  "But,
Ryan..."  He squeezed a dollop of hot mustard onto the cheese.  "...in case
he DOES want to talk about it, let him know that both Josh and I REALLY
care about what happens to him."

"I think he already knows that," I said, smiling toward my dad.

"Yeah ... but who knows what will happen at the hearing tomorrow."  Dad
shook his head sadly.  "At least, Eric won't have to sit through it!"

Obviously, Dad was referring to the state-mandated hearing that would
determine who would be Eric's temporary foster parents, while his case
progressed through family court.  I was only TOO familiar with the system;
it was no fun rehashing all the bad stuff that had happened in your life
... especially not in front of the people who had caused it.  Of course,
you didn't have to face those people until later.  And in my case, at
least, things had worked-out in my favor.  Mine's a long story; and I won't
say much about it, except that my mom ... who was a hopeless drug addict
... finally lost permanent custody of me to my uncle, Josh, a little over
four months earlier.  But before that happened, I was in and out of foster
care.  I gotta admit, I was WAY screwed-up when I finally came to live at
the ranch full-time.

I took the open seat next to Tyler at the table, and Tim sat at the end, on
my left.  "Tyler," Tim began, "I hear your mom and dad are flying home this
afternoon."

"That's what Josh told me," Tyler agreed between bites.  "He said he called
them this morning."  My oldest brother ... he was a manly sixteen
... picked up his sandwich.  "I wasn't expecting them back from their
vacation until later in the week."

"Me either," Dad said, thoughtfully.  He took a drink of lemonade.  (They
make the best lemonade on the J bar A.  Dad says it's because they use real
lemons.)  Tim and Ben, Tyler's dad, were opening a photography business
that would be headquartered on the ranch.  The studio construction probably
wouldn't be completed for a couple of months yet, but Ben was off taking
nature photos for the business, while on vacation with Tyler's mom.  Tim
looked across the table and halfway down the other side, eyeing his lover
with admiration.  "I bet Josh has something up his sleeve."

While neither Tyler nor I knew what Tim was referring to, we laughed along
with him.  Josh was a very smart man ... that was pretty obvious to
everybody who knew him.  I mean, even I knew it; and although back then I
didn't like to admit it, I WAS just a kid.

All of us had a good time over lunch.  I think the cowboys missed having us
teenagers around for the noon meal, as much as we missed being around them.
I would have gladly sacrificed seeing my friends at school one day a week,
if I could have every Monday off.  Unfortunately, I knew Josh and Tim would
never go for something like that...

Anyway, after we'd finished eating, everybody sat around talking for a few
minutes, before the ranch hands began to drift away in twos and threes.
Finally, just Eric, Kaiden, Josh, and I were left.

"Eric," Josh began, after standing up and glancing at his watch, "a doctor
is coming out here to visit with you around one o'clock."

"ANOTHER doctor?" Eric asked, slumping his slight shoulders beneath the red
and white striped T-shirt of Kaiden's that he was wearing.  "I mean ... I
just spent HOURS with them last night!"

"I know, son," Josh replied, shaking his head.  He hugged Eric to his side.
"But this is a different one today.  And all of them are only here to help
you."

"Well ... if I HAVE to..."  Eric let the thought trail off.  He managed a
tiny smile, though, when Josh hugged him again.

We cleared our dirty dishes from the table and carried them into the
kitchen.  Maria, our grandmotherly, part-time cook and housekeeper, took
them from us and began to place them in the dishwasher.  Most days, she
only worked until lunch was cleaned up ... so she was almost ready to go
home.

As I was handing my plate to Maria, the front doorbell rang.

Josh started toward the door, before Tim called out from another room,
"I'll get it!"  Moments later, Tim ushered a giant of a middle aged man,
with a football player's body and a kindly face, into the kitchen.  He was
wearing a dark-blue sport shirt, open at the neck, and slightly rumpled
khaki slacks.  "Guys, this is Doctor Martin," Tim began.

"Nice to meet you, doctor.  I'm Josh Adams."  Smiling, Josh shook the
psychologist's hand.  After Maria closed the door and pressed the button,
the dishwasher whooshed quietly.  And Josh paused for a few moments, as she
let herself out by the kitchen door.  Then looking in my direction, he
added, "These are our boys, Ryan and Kaiden."  We acknowledged the
introduction.  "And this is Eric, the young man you came out here to see."

Doctor Martin smiled broadly.  "How are you doing today, Eric?" he asked,
walking in the direction of our friend.

Shyly, Eric glanced toward the ground.  "Um, I guess I'm okay," our friend
said quietly.  He looked the doctor in the face for a second before
averting his eyes.

"Glad to hear it," the doctor said, jovially.  "I suppose you know why I'm
here today..."

"Um ... sorta," Eric answered.  "I guess you want to talk to me about what
happened."

"Well ... yes ... maybe later," Doctor Martin replied.  "Let's get to know
each other first, okay?"  Eric gave out with half a smile.  "You can call
me Dr. Jim," the tall doctor added, before turning toward our dads.  "Is
there somewhere Eric and I can speak in private?"

"Sure," Josh answered, smiling warmly in Eric's direction.  "You can use
the living room or maybe the conference room next to my office.  The
conference room is more private; but the living room is more
comfortable..."  Josh's voice trailed off, as he shepherded Eric and Doctor
Martin out of the kitchen.

Tim looked after them for a moment before turning towards Kaiden and me.
Smiling, he asked, "Do you boys want to come out to the studio with me,
while Eric is meeting with Doctor Martin?  A fellow should be here in a few
minutes to give us a bid on all the equipment we're going to be buying."

"Sure!" Kaiden replied for both of us.

We ambled across the back yard toward the building that would house the
studio.  It had just been an old barn, filled with junk, before Tim and his
boys had moved in a couple of months ago.  But after a weekend of cleaning,
a month of planning, and another month of remodeling, it looked very
different.  From the outside, the only difference, so far, was a new,
dark-green steel roof, but as soon as we opened the barn doors, several
changes were obvious.  First, two new steel crossbeams had been installed
overhead, which had allowed all the support posts to be removed.  Then
there were the electrical and plumbing rough-ins and the newly poured
concrete floor.  Three large stacks of 2x4s must have been delivered
earlier that morning, because they hadn't been there on Saturday.  The
scent of new lumber filled the space.

With a look of pride on his face, Tim eyed the large, open room.

"It's looking really good, Dad," Kaiden commented.

Tim put his right arm around Kaiden's shoulder, pulling my brother's body
close.  "It sure is!" he answered, before he glanced behind himself for me.
Tim invited me forward with his left hand, and hugged both of us for a
moment before adding, almost under his breath, "Damn..."  Shaking his head,
Tim paused for a moment.

"Is something wrong, Dad?" I wondered, glancing toward Tim's face.  His
eyes seemed to be moist.

"No, Ryan," Tim said, as a big smile broke-out on his face.  "It's just
... I can't believe how RIGHT everything is."  He hugged both of us tightly
for a moment.  Right now, Eric was the one who had problems.  But
apparently, Tim was remembering that not all that long ago his life had
been very sad.  Times HAD sure changed ... for all of us!  With a final
squeeze, Tim dropped his arms from our shoulders.  "Do either of you guys
see the blueprints around here anywhere?"

After a moment's looking, Kaiden located the large cardboard tube that held
the building plans and gave it to Tim.  It had been standing in the
shadows, in the back corner of the room.  As Tim spread-out the large
documents on a stack of lumber, the silhouette of a man appeared in the
open doors.

"Tim?" the man asked.

Dad looked up, turned around, and waved the man inside.  "Come in, Ray!"

"I went to the house first, and the man at the door said I'd find you out
here," Ray commented.

They shook hands, and Tim introduced Kaiden and me to the pudgy salesman.
"How do you like the place?" Tim asked, proudly.

Ray looked around for a moment, and pronounced it a great studio in the
making.  They exchanged pleasantries for a couple of minutes ... obviously
they had known each other sometime in the past ... before getting down to
business. I suppose I should have paid closer attention to what they were
saying; but let's be honest ... business stuff wasn't very exciting to me
back then.  Kaiden and I did sit on a stack of lumber and pretend to
listen, however.

After several minutes of discussion and poring through the prints, Tim took
Ray around the room, stopping in several places to discuss the types of
equipment that were available.  If Tim disagreed with a suggestion of
Ray's, the salesman would scribble something in a small spiral notebook.
After quite a while, almost everything had been said that needed to be
said.  But Tim let Ray know that we would be getting additional bids,
before making any decision.  The third week of November was the target date
for installation of the equipment, assuming construction went as planned.

"Are you gonna buy the stuff from him?" Kaiden asked, after Ray had said
his goodbyes and left.

"Well ... I'd sure LIKE to," Tim answered.  "He and I go back quite a ways.
But a lot of the decision will depend on price.  I'm guessing we're looking
at around a hundred thousand dollars of equipment."

I gulped.  "A HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS!"

"I know, Ryan."  Tim shook his head and laughed, while ruffling my hair.
"It's a lot of money, isn't it?"

'It was MORE than a lot,' I was thinking, just as Eric came into the
studio.

"Hey, Eric," I greeted our friend.  "Has the doctor gone?"

"Finally," Eric laughed.  "It seemed like he was here FOREVER!"  He paused
for a moment, before adding, "But he was an all-right guy, I guess."

"I'm glad to hear that!" Dad commented, smiling toward our slight friend.

"He kept saying none of this was my fault," Eric added, shaking his head.
"If only I could believe him..."

Tim smiled at Eric and ruffled his hair.  "I know it's hard for you to
understand, son, but Dr. Martin is right."

"Yeah ... maybe," Eric replied thoughtfully.  "He said he wanted to talk to
me again.  I think Josh made an appointment for sometime next week."

Dad emphasized again that Eric wasn't to blame for what had happened to
him.

"Can we talk about something else?" Eric abruptly asked.  "I mean ... I'm
tired of everybody talking about me..."

"Sure!"  Dad draped an arm over Eric's shoulder and smiled kindly.  He
thought for a moment, and then changed the subject.  "What are you boys
planning to do with the rest of your afternoon?"  Dad lifted his arm.

No one said anything for a moment.  What WERE we going to do?  Here we'd
been given a day off from school, and really hadn't done anything with it.
Now the afternoon was almost half over; school would be letting out soon.

"Um... I'd like to ride one of the horses," Eric said timidly, before
quickly adding, "That is, if it's okay with you, Tim."

"Sure, Eric," Tim laughed.  "I don't want you to go off riding by yourself,
though."

Of course, Kaiden and I wanted to show Eric a good time while he was
staying with us, and we both said we would go with him.

"Maybe we could ride out to the old homestead and do some exploring,"
Kaiden offered, turning toward Eric.  "It's an old house and barn that are
falling down."  Kaiden laughed.  "Some of the guys around the ranch say the
place is haunted, but it has never seemed that way to me.  I think it's
pretty cool."

Eric was eager to check it out.  And after the four of us went back into
the house, we found a few canteens and filled them with water.  As we were
about to leave, to saddle up the horses, Josh came into the kitchen and
asked us where we were going.  After Kaiden told him, he smiled, before
commenting, "You three have fun out there ... but be sure you're home in
plenty of time for supper."

"Don't worry; we will be," I answered, holding up my arm to show Josh that
I was wearing a watch.

I pushed open the door, and Eric and Kaiden followed me through it.  After
we'd crossed the back yard, Eric climbed onto the bottom rail of the
corral.  All the horses seemed to be outside, and Eric looked them over,
choosing the one he wanted to ride.  We grabbed saddles; and fifteen
minutes later, the three of us were straddling our mounts and walking
briskly away from the house.

Eric had only been on a horse once or twice in the past.  But most of the
ranch horses were gentle and easy to ride.  After walking for a minute or
two, Kaiden kicked the flanks of his horse, and soon the three of us were
trotting across the open field.

The old ranch site was a ten or fifteen minute ride.  It was located in a
sort of box canyon at the base of the Front Range.  I've often wondered how
settlers ever found the spot to begin with.  Today, unless you were riding
fence ... or somebody told you where it was located ... a guy could live on
the J bar A for years without coming across it.  Most of the old trail to
the site had been reclaimed by prairie long ago.  But maybe that was the
kind of seclusion people had wanted a hundred years ago.

We laughed and joked among ourselves on that sunny afternoon.  Even with
everything Eric had been through ... and with all the uncertainty that lay
before him ... it was hard to feel down about life on such a beautiful day.

After a few minutes, we came to the mouth of the canyon.  "There's the old
ranch site," Kaiden said, stopping his horse for a moment beside a dry
creek bed, and pointing toward the old buildings and fallen jumble of
timbers that once had been a corral.

"Cool!" Eric replied.  He urged his horse forward, and soon the three of us
were dismounting next to the old two-story house.  The sad, old home looked
even worse than the last time I had been out here ... and that had only
been a couple of months earlier.  One corner of the front roof had now
begun to collapse.  "And you said people really LIVED here?" Eric asked.

"Uh-huh," I laughed.  "That's what they say, at least.  But it's been
deserted since the 1960s."

Eric shook his head, like he didn't believe it.  "I can see why some people
say it's haunted!"

"Yeah ... but I don't think it is, though," Kaiden answered cheerily.
"Let's go inside and check it out."

The front door was hanging ajar, and it squawked loudly on rusty hinges
when I opened it further.  A strong odor ... a mixture of dry heat, decay,
animal droppings, and years of neglect ... attacked our nostrils as we
entered the front room.  The faded, floral wallpaper still hung in shreds
from the walls, exposing the crumbling plaster beneath, and a few pieces of
shabby, broken-down furniture were scattered around.  We walked from room
to dusty room downstairs, before climbing the creaky stairs to the
bedrooms.  The front room ... the one with the sagging roof ... had sickly
brown and faded red cowboys on the wallpaper.

"I wonder if the people who lived here had kids?"  Eric shook his head.

"Yeah ... this could have been a boy's room," I answered, glancing at the
wallpaper and shaking my head.  I thought it was sort of weird looking,
myself; but I couldn't see a girl wanting it on her walls.  Anyway, I
shuffled across the room to its only furnishings ... an old, faded, striped
mattress ... which had been left in one corner of the room.  I tugged on
one corner of it, and dragged it out from beneath the sagging roof, into
the middle of the room.  The ripped ticking had been stained many times.
"And it looks like he wet the bed!" I laughed.

"Yeah ... or maybe those are cum stains," Kaiden chuckled, grabbing his
crotch.  It looked like my brother was sporting at least a semi...

Eric joined in the laughter.  "Do you think they even KNEW about jacking
off back then?"

None of us were sure about that ... but suddenly all three of us were horny
as hell ... not that it took much to give any of us erections.

"Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?" Eric wondered, walking to the
front window and glancing outside.

We were.

I've heard it said that teenage boys have a sexy thought every ninety
seconds.  Since I've never timed them, I don't know whether that's true or
not ... maybe they happen more often, maybe less ... but I can say, for
sure, that the three of us were primed and ready to unload.  And by the
time we left the bedroom that afternoon, the mattress had a few more stains
on it!

***

Special thanks to my story consultant, Steve, for his invaluable advice
about abused children and the U.S. foster care system.  He was a foster
parent for several years.

***

I hope all of you enjoyed reading the introductory chapter of "More is
Better"!  For new readers: I hope I've given you a sense of my writing
style and the characters I've created.  For longtime readers: I've tried to
bring you back up to speed.  I hope everyone will want to keep reading
about these guys.  Of course, I always enjoy hearing from my readers
(fotogme11@yahoo.com).  Why don't you send me an email right now ... while
you're thinking about it?

This is part four of an on-going tale.  The other three parts are posted on
Nifty, too.  And if you've never read the earlier stories, you might enjoy
them.  They're also in the Gay/Incest area of the Nifty Archive.

"I'll Suck You" - Final Post Date: June 25, 2007
"I've Got the Best Family" - Final Post Date: May 23, 2008
"Us Guys" - Final Post Date: May 29, 2009

Or you can go to the "Prolific Authors" tab and scroll down to my name
... Photo Guy.  It will probably take a few weeks for Nifty to add "More is
Better" to the list, but you could access the other stories from there.

While I really enjoy the story line of "I'll Suck You", if I were to
rewrite it today, I would do several things differently.  I think I can
honestly say that my writing style has improved over the past three years.
Of course, you guys are the real judges of that.

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Have a great week, guys!  Greg