Date: Sun, 17 Oct 2010 15:41:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harrison Morris <hmorri112@yahoo.com>
Subject: Romantic Evening For Two, Part 2

Disclaimer:  This story contains sexual activity between a 31 year-old man and
his middle-aged father.  This story is not in any way true.  It is a complete
work of fiction.  If stories describing acts of homosexual sex - or the theme of
incestual sex - offends you, please do not continue reading this story.  In
addition, if you are underage and/or stories of this nature is illegal in your
area, I would advise that you exit the story immediately.  Also, please refrain
from filling up my e-mail box with chastisements over writing a story with this
theme.  I believe the saying, "different strokes for different folks" applies
best here (if you'll pardon the pun).  With that said, I hope you enjoy the
story!



Romantic Evening For Two
Part 2


Lying in my parents' bed with my eyes closed the morning after my father & I had
shared a romantic evening together, I think I must have had a smile on my face.
What I was feeling must be what they refer to as afterglow.  Though I never
imagined in a million years that it would happen, I had kissed my
father...repeatedly....and even managed to seduce him into spending a passionate
evening with me in the bed he shared with my mother.  Even though I was still
feeling incredibly happy because of how receptive my father was to my advances,
I couldn't help buy worry too.  Dad was drunk last night when we shared our
special evening together.  I was worried that, in the light of day and through
sober eyes, he would have HUGE regrets about what had happened.  Hell....part of
ME had regrets...or at least, I felt kind of guilty.  Although I had baited Dad
into having sex with me by stripping myself naked and adamantly reminding him
how my mother was neglecting his sexual & emotional needs, I loved my mother.  I
loved her very much.  When I was growing up, she was there for me more than Dad
had been.  If she ever found out what Dad & I had done...and what I was hoping
we'd be doing for the rest of the week, she'd be more than heartbroken.  The
last thing I want to do is hurt her.  Still...  I loved and desired my father in
a way that even I didn't realize.  I wasn't going to let guilt stop me from
exploring things further with him.

As I continued to wake up, I realized that my father's arm was no longer wrapped
around me.  Last night, we had fallen asleep with him spooning me and his right
arm draped over my side.  I opened my eyes, turned over in bed and saw him
asleep on his back next to me.  The bed sheets came up to his waist, leaving his
torso and his hairy chest exposed.  Damn, he looked so sexy.  I reached up and
stroked the side of his face, thinking of how much things had changed in just 24
hours.  This time yesterday, being with my father this way had just been a
fantasy...a fantasy that I was convinced would NEVER come true.  Now, here I was
naked in bed with him, hoping to spend the entire week satisfying his needs.  My
hand continued to travel down his body, running through the salt & pepper hair
on his chest...feeling his muscular pecs and traveling over his nipples.  I
leaned over and took one of them in my mouth, licking and sucking on it.  That
immediately elicited a moan from my father.  I looked at his face, but his eyes
were still closed.  Apparently, he was still asleep.  I decided I'd give him
something hot to wake up to.  I turned my attention away from his face and
noticed a bulge in the sheets.  Though my dad was still asleep, there was one
part of his body that wasn't.  I pushed the sheets down further and out popped
his hard dick, standing proud.  I think my mouth started watering immediately.
Reaching down and gripping his cock at its base, I made my way to the end of the
bed, where my mouth could have easier access.

I stroked his cock several times and looked up towards the head of the bed.
Dad's eyes were still closed.  I decided NOT to take that as an insult of my
abilities to pleasure a man.  I reached down and palmed his balls, which already
seemed full...even after he had cum twice the night before.  As I played with
his balls, I leaned up and took his cock head into my mouth, swirling my tongue
around it.  My left hand left his balls and began stroking his shaft while I was
tonguing his head.  Going further, I licked up and down the shaft of his cock
and back up to flick my tongue along the underside of his cock head...then back
down again...all the way to his balls.  Dad was now moaning again.  Now, he was
finally starting to wake up.  And when he turned his head to look down the
length of his body, his gaze met my eyes, looking into his as I bobbed my head
up and down on his cock.

"Mmmm....Son."  As I flicked my tongue on the underside of his cock head, he
took in a quick breath of air.  "What a way to wake up..."

I took my mouth off of his dick and climbed back up to the head of the bed.
"Good morning, stud," I said as I leaned in to him and kissed him on the mouth.
He wrapped his hands around me and pulled my body to his, his hands roaming up
and down my back, occasionally massaging my ass, as he kissed me passionately.
So much for my worries that he might regret what happened last night!  The next
thing I knew, he had rolled both of us over.  I was now on my back and his body
was on top of mine as his tongue dove into my mouth.  Now, I was no slouch...
Though I didn't work out regularly, I had a bit of muscle on my body.  Feeling
Dad's body on top of mine was a HUGE rush.  In my fantasies, the position we
were in was always one of my favorite thoughts.  Even though I'd been the one
initiating our encounter last night, there was something about the idea of Dad
being the dominant one that turned me on VERY much.  As we were kissing and I
was gripping his ass with my hands, our hard cocks were rubbing against each
other between us.  Either he was leaking, I was leaking, or maybe it was BOTH of
us.  Whatever was going on, things were getting slippery down there...and that
made everything even hotter.  Dad moved down and started kissing my neck.

"Ohhhhh Dad," I moaned.  However, the next sound I heard was definitely
unexpected.  Someone's stomach growled.  Talk about a mood-breaker!  I
immediately got a case of the giggles.  Dad even started chuckling and raised up
on his knees, his sexy chest towering above me as my giggles evolved into
full-on laughter.

Dad looked a little embarrassed as he rubbed his stomach.  "Sorry, Son.  I think
my stomach wants in on the action too."  He patted his tummy lightly.  "Now I
just have to decide whether to listen to, this..." he rubbed his tummy with one
hand to indicate what he meant and then gripped his cock & balls with the other
than, "...or THIS!"

I had stopped laughing and reached out to stroke his dick.  "I can tell you
which one I'D like you to listen to.  But maybe we'd better get up and have some
breakfast.  After all, it IS the most important meal of the day."  Dad reached
down and pulled me up into a kneeling position facing him.

"We'll definitely continue this later, okay?"

"Absolutely, Dad," I leaned up and kissed him.  I rubbed his chest with my right
hand as we parted and climbed out of bed.  "I'll head downstairs and start
whipping something up while you brush your teeth," I said as I pulled on my
underwear.

"Thanks, Harry."  As I was leaving the room, he called out after me.  "Hey,
leave those dishes from last night.  We can tackle those later on today."

Downstairs, as I was scrambling eggs in the skillet, I couldn't help but smile.
Dad and I had had a bonding experience few fathers & sons have...and I had shown
him that he was still a desirable, sexy man.  And most important of all, he
seemed to want to continue what we had started.  I had poured the eggs out onto
two plates, put them out on the kitchen table and poured both of us glasses of
orange juice and Dad STILL hadn't come downstairs yet.  As I was contemplating
why it was taking him so long to brush his teeth, he appeared.  He walked into
the kitchen, unexpectedly wearing a t-shirt and shorts.  This new outfit of his
didn't seem conducive to us spending a romantic, sexy day together.

"I hope eggs are okay for breakfast."

"They're fine, Son.  Why don't you go up and brush your teeth.  Then we'll eat."

"Sounds good!"  I walked up to him and put my arm around his waist and hugged
myself to him.  I titled my head up, expecting him to lean down and kiss me.
Instead, he gave me a slight smile and his body language gave off a distinct
"stop touching me now" vibe.  I walked up the hallway to the stairs and looked
back into the kitchen, perturbed at Dad's abrupt change of behavior.

A few minutes later, I was back downstairs, walking back into the kitchen.  Dad
was seated at the table, reading the paper.  He glanced up when I re-entered the
room.  When he saw that I was still in just my underwear, he cleared his throat.

"Son, I think you should put some clothes on."

I put a spoonful of eggs in my mouth.  After swallowing, I said, "I'm
comfortable as I am.  Besides, it's less to remove if we want to get frisky a
little later."  I smiled at him and rubbed my foot against one of his legs under
the table.  He moved his leg away from my foot, folded up his paper and looked
at me.

"Harry, I think we need to talk."

With those words, all of my earlier concerns came rushing back all at once.  A
knot started forming in my stomach and I'm sure all of the color was quickly
draining from my face.

When I didn't reply, he continued talking.  "Son, what happened between us last
night and this morning...it shouldn't have happened.  We were both drunk.  I was
feeling lonely and undesired.  Having your mom go out of town unexpectedly
really had me down in the dumps.  I took advantage of you last night...and I
shouldn't have done that."

"Dad, you didn't take advantage of me," I interrupted.  He held his hand up.

"Please let me finish, Son.  Last night, you shared that you're gay...something
very deeply personal about yourself.  Knowing that you trusted me enough to tell
me that made me feel very close to you.  I let my lack of feeling love &
affection cause me to take advantage of that trust.  I'm so ashamed that I did
that to you!"

I was utterly flabbergasted.  Just 30 minutes ago, my father and I were rolling
around in bed, kissing passionately and unable to keep our hands off of each
other.  Now, here he was, telling me that none of it should've happened and
claiming that he had taken advantage of me...even though I clearly was the one
who had initiated our sex last night.  What in the hell was going on here?  Had
I unwittingly stepped into the Twilight Zone?

"Dad, let me repeat.  You did NOT take advantage of me.  You're right.  I felt
very close to you last night.  Being able to open up to you about being gay
means the world to me.  You have to know that.  But there's something that I
don't think you understand.  What we did last night and this morning...I've
wanted to be that close to you for more years that I can remember."

Dad's eyes seemed to widen with surprise.  I guess he must've forgotten that I
said the same thing to him last night.  "What are you talking about, Harry?"

"Dad...I realized I was gay when puberty hit and I reached that age that
straight guys start to notice girls.  Instead of noticing girls, I was noticing
guys.  Around the time I was sixteen, there was one man I began to notice more
than any other...you.  Back then, I was too afraid to let you know, because I
was certain you'd hate me.  But last night, when I saw you here alone and found
out how rejected and unloved you felt, all of those old feelings and attractions
came back to me.  Dad, I wanted what we did last night to happen just as much as
you did...probably MORE than you did.  I'm not sorry it happened and if you were
honest with yourself, you'd probably realize that you're not sorry it happened
either."

Looking at my dad's face, I could tell he wasn't exactly sure how to take my
speech.  He had obviously convinced himself upstairs that he had taken advantage
of me.  To hear me contradicting that mistaken belief was a shock to his
system.  "Son, is what you're saying true?"

"One hundred percent, Dad.  Last night & this morning were the best things that
have happened to me in a long time.  Being with you and waking up next to you
this morning felt incredibly good."  That unavoidable smile crept onto my face
again.  Dad even smiled a little when he saw it on my face.  However, his face
quickly turned serious again.

"Son, you're an attractive, handsome 31-year old man.  You can have any man that
you want.  You shouldn't want to and shouldn't HAVE these feelings about me.
What we did was wrong on many levels.  My God...if your mother finds out what we
did, she'll be devastated.  That I would do this to her...I'm lower than scum!"

I had to resist the urge to go over and put my arms around him.  Considering the
mood that he was in right now, he'd probably repel my touch.  For now, I had to
convince him that he was barking up the wrong tree.  "Dad, the only man I want
right now is you.  And as for Mom, I know what you mean.  I love her VERY much
and I don't want to see her hurt for the world.  But this isn't about her.  This
is about you and me...and what we both want.  Yes...last night you were lonely
and feeling sorry for yourself.  But you WANTED me.  I felt it in the way you
touched me and kissed me.  You wanted me 30 minutes ago when we were in bed
together."  I stood up from the table and walked around to stand next to him, my
hard cock tenting out my underwear...his eyes glued to my crotch.  "You want me
right now."

He shook his head, as if to try and break out of some trance he thought he might
be in.  "No, Son.  Don't you realize all the hurt we've already caused...all the
hurt we'll keep on causing if we continue this?  I can't do it."

I put my hand on his shoulder.  "Yes you can.  I'm what you need right now.  I'm
what you WANT.  Stop lying to yourself."  I put my hands on both sides of his
face, leaned down and kissed him.  After I pulled my face away, Dad just looked
at me, seemingly dazed.  "I'm going to go grab a shower.  While I'm gone, think
about everything I just said."  With that, I pushed my underwear down, freeing
my hard cock.  He watched me as I bent over to pick my underwear up...making
sure to take an extra long time, to give him a view of my ass.

"Son, you have to stop doing this to me.  You're making this very difficult for
me."

I looked into his eyes and smiled at him seductively without saying a word.
Then, I walked down the hallway to the stairs, slowly...shaking my ass from side
to side sensually, before rounding the corner and walking up the stairs.  Though
my exit from the kitchen had come off as the strut of a man with all the
confidence in the world, I was feeling anything but.  I could see in his eyes
that my father wanted to continue exploring our newfound intimacy.  But it
seemed that his desire was fighting a war with his sense of loyalty & honor.
That sense of loyalty & honor was what I loved the most about my dad.  However,
this time, I actually wish he was a little less honorable.  How many times do
you hear someone say THAT?

After I got the water running for my shower and adjusted the temperature, I got
in and started rinsing myself off.  I had decided that I'd better give Dad some
space.  I realized that he was in a very emotionally fragile state right now.  I
knew how much I wanted him and I knew that he wanted me.  But HE had to realize
that for himself.  If I kept pushing him, I was worried that I might run the
risk of pushing him out of my life.  In fact, I resolved that after I finished
my shower, I'd go out for the day and run some errands.  It was at the point
that I was wetting my hair, preparing to shampoo it that I heard what sounded
like the shower door opening.  I stepped from underneath the shower head and
wiped the water from my eyes to find Dad standing in the shower with
me...fully-clothed, no less.  I recognized the look in his eyes.  It was the
same look he had right before we shared our first kiss last night.

"Dad?  What's..."

He interrupted me by putting a finger to my lips.  And then he spoke...his
t-shirt & shorts starting to get wet.

"Son...  God forgive me, but you're right.  I DO need you.  And I WANT you."

With that, we immediately met...putting our arms around each other in an embrace
and our mouths seeking each other out.  I closed my eyes.  This whole moment
seemed so surreal.  Who actually does this in a shower in real life?!  This
normally only happens in movies or on TV.  In fact, when I opened my eyes, I
half expected to find myself alone and underneath the shower head, coming out of
some sort of daydream.  However, luckily this wasn't the case.  When I opened my
eyes and pulled back from our kiss, I was looking at my father's face smiling
back at me...drenched clothes and all.

"You're a little overdressed for the occasion, aren't you stud?"

"Yeah.  Why don't you help me remedy that, Baby?" he said to me in a husky
voice.  As I reached down to unbutton & unzip his shorts, he pulled his shirt
over his head and tossed it over the shower door.  Soon, his shorts & his
underwear followed.  There were stood in front of each other, raging hard cocks
swinging against each other...his arms around my waist, cupping my ass and my
hands roaming over his chest.  We began kissing passionately again...our hands
exploring each others bodies.  Finally, Dad broke our kiss and leaned past me to
turn the water off.  "Come with me" was all he said as he opened the shower door
and took my hand.

I was about to reach for a towel when he continued guiding me out of the
bathroom and down the hall to the room he shared with my mom.  Our wet bodies
soon found their way to the bed...and just like this morning, he was on top of
me...kissing me.  I was hotter than I'd ever been.  My dad wanted me...and he
wanted me so badly that he couldn't wait for us to dry off!  Things got even
hotter as he began kissing my neck and shoulders...working his way down my chest
with his mouth & tongue, treating my nipples to a sensual tongue bath.

"Ohhhh Dad," I moaned out.  After giving each of my nipples a thorough bath, he
continued working his way down my torso to my crotch.  He had given me a hand
job last night and proceeded to do the same now.  I was in pure heaven!  After
our tense encounter this morning in the kitchen, I was convinced that my
relationship with him might be irrevocably strained.  Now, it seemed we had
broken through that wall.  I just KNOW I had a goofy grin on my face...okay,
maybe not a GOOFY grin.  After all, I was in bed with one of the hottest men I'd
ever known...goofy was hardly the word to describe anything that I might be
feeling.  After a few minutes of stroking me, Dad tentatively began to lean down
towards my cock.

"Dad...  You don't have to do that.  I know that you haven't done this before.
Just the fact that you're touching me is MORE than enough."  Honestly, I wanted
him to suck my cock very badly, but I didn't want him to feel any pressure.

"It's okay.  I want this, Baby.  I want to make you feel the way you made me
feel last night."  He continued moving his face toward my cock.  He stuck his
tongue out and began licking up and down the shaft tentatively.  When his tongue
first touched my dick, I thought I might cum right then.  He stopped licking me
and looked up at my face.  "Am I doing this right?"

"Trust me, stud.  Keep on doing what you're doing!"  He smiled at me and went
back to licking my cock...swirling his tongue around my cock head, just as I had
done to him last night and this morning.  For someone who claimed never to have
even THOUGHT about having sex with a man before, Dad sure seemed to know what he
was doing.  I guess what they say is true...men just know how to make another
man feel good better than a woman can...even a man with no experience with gay
sex.  After only a few minutes of Dad pleasuring my cock with his mouth, I was
already on the edge of cumming.  I didn't want to finish just yet, so I touched
his shoulder to get his attention and then guided him back up the bed next to
me.

"So, I was doing okay?  I hope that's not why you asked me to stop!"

I chuckled.  "Are you kidding, Dad?  You were pretty damn good for a
first-timer.  You had me about ready to cum.  I want it to last a little while
longer, so I thought I might bring you up here for some smooching!"  As I leaned
in toward his face, he pulled back from me.

"Smooching?  I can't believe anyone in my family just used that word.  I can't
even LOOK at you anymore!"  He folded his arms across his chest and turned his
face away from me in mock indignation.

I put my hand underneath his chin and turned his head back toward me.  "Get over
here, stud!"  We started kissing again until I pulled away from his mouth.  I
looked into his eyes and asked him a question.  "Dad, do you trust me?"

"Son, after what we've shared since last night, you shouldn't have to ask me
that.  Of course I trust you."

"I want to try something.  It's something that I know you'll like, but I think
you might balk at until you try it.  I just want you to trust me and know that
I'm not going to do anything I don't think you're ready for."

"Harry, I know up until now, I've been waffling back and forth about all of
this.  But right now, there's no place I'd rather be than here with you.
Whatever you want to do, I trust that you're going to be good to me."  He smiled
at me and then leaned over to kiss me on the mouth.  After our mouths parted, I
made my way down Dad's body to his rigid cock, sticking out above his torso.  As
I stroked it with my right hand, I leaned down and lapped at his balls with my
tongue.  I licked my way back up his shaft and took his cock head in my mouth,
bobbing up and down on the object of my desire.  I looked up Dad's body as saw
him writhing on the bed in pure ecstasy.  He had no idea that what I was about
to do would make him feel even better...I hoped.

I let his cock fall out of my mouth and slap his stomach as I returned to
tonguing his balls.

"Oh damn, Son.  You make me feel so fucking goooooooo..."  My tongue swiping
across the area behind his balls rendered him unable to finish what he was
saying.  "Son, that's amazing!"

I pulled my face back from his crotch and smirked at him...wondering what sort
of adjective he'd come up with to describe what I was about to do.  I reached up
and hooked both of my arms under his knees and raised his legs slightly.  It had
been several years since I had rimmed anyone...and frankly, it wasn't my
favorite thing in the world to do.  But this was my father.  I was determined to
let him experience every pleasure possible this week.  He was going to find out
that men can do more than just suck & fuck with each other.

Upon me lifting his legs up, I saw Dad get a wide-eyed, nervous expression on
his face.  "Son, what are you do.....ohhhhhhh.....FUCK!"  His question was cut
short as my tongue began swiping back and forth across his
asshole....alternately licking his perineum as well.  All Dad could do was pant
and moan with pleasure.  Eventually, his hole started to relax and I even got my
tongue inside a bit.  After several minutes of licking his hole and bringing Dad
close to the edge more than once, I decided to return my attention to his cock.
I wanted his cum in my mouth, not on his chest.

"Son...that....was....incredible," Dad panted after I unhooked my arms from his
legs. "I never....knew....my ass could....be stimulated....that way.  Fucking
incredible!"

"Funny...  That's what I've been saying about you since last night," I grinned
at him as I returned my mouth to his cock.  I positioned myself so that my cock
- which was hard as a rock and ready for release, by the way - was near Dad's
face.  I was hoping he might be up for a little 69 action.  Luckily for me, he
was...or maybe he was just hungry for my cock.  He took as much of my cock in
his mouth as he could and began working on me.  It didn't take either of us long
to cum.

He shot first, firing another huge load into my mouth.  After not being able to
take all of it either time last night, I managed to only let a little bit leak
down my chin.  As I continued to nurse on his deflating cock, I felt my own load
starting to rise through my body.

"Dad, I'm cumming!"  He pulled off my cock and my load began spraying his chest
and face.  I didn't blame him.  He had been skeptical of eating cum last night.
However, before the week was out, I was hoping to break him of his aversion to
its taste.

After we both had recovered from our climaxes, I climbed back up to the head of
the bed and Dad pulled me to him, kissing me passionately.  Of course, I took
the opportunity to lick my cum off of his chin.  "Harry, I didn't think anything
could be better than what we did last night.  I was wrong.  This was amazing!"

"Like I said before, Dad...YOU'RE amazing!"  I began rubbing his chest with my
hand, bringing my fingers up and licking more of my cum.

Dad looked at me and grabbed my wrist before I put a fingerful in my mouth.
"Here, let me have a taste," as he licked my fingers clean.  "Mmmmm....tastes
good, Son."

Dad put his right arm behind his head and I lay my head on his muscular right
pec, playing with the hair and his nipple on his left pec.  As both of us basked
in the afterglow of our passionate sex, I began thinking...  I was feeling so
incredibly happy.  I wanted to be like this every day for the rest of this
week.  Hell...I wanted to be like this every day for the rest of my life!  A
scary thought began to creep into my mind.  I had lusted after my father for at
least the past 15 years of my life.  Now that we had finally begun to discover
each other sexually, was I falling in love with him?  Was I falling in love with
my father?.....my married father whose wife - my MOTHER - was returning from a
business trip in less than a week...my married father who, for all I know, may
still categorize himself as a straight man!  All of these thoughts in my mind
began to consume me as I lay there, stroking his hairy chest with my right
hand.  We were obviously going to have to have another talk...but when?
Thankfully, my train of thought was interrupted by the ringing of Dad's cell
phone on the night stand.

"Don't answer it," I pleaded as I stretched out my right arm.

"I'd better.  What if it's your mother?"  At the mention of my mom, I felt a
slight pang of jealousy.  Oh great!  Another sign that I might be falling for
this man who, despite the fact that we're naked in his bed, is probably still
out of my reach.  He flipped the phone up and brought it to his ear.  "Hello?
Tim Morris here.........Hey, Jim!.......Oh, not much.  Just doing some
father/son bonding with Harry."  When he said that, he winked at me and rubbed
the side of my face lovingly with his hand.  "Linda is out of town on business
this week.  He and I haven't really spent much time together since he moved back
home.  We're taking the time to finally REALLY get to know each other."  Another
sexy wink from him.  "I'd love to, but I think I'd better beg off.  Harry & I
are having fun, just hanging out.......Are you sure?........Okay then.  We'll be
there in half an hour.  See you there!"  Dad ended the call and placed the phone
back on the night stand.

"How's Jim doing?" I asked.  Jim was Dad's oldest friend.  They had met when
they were co-workers and became fast friends...working together for the same
company for nearly 30 years.  Jim retired from the company two years ago and Dad
followed suit last year.

"He's fine.  He's getting ready to head over to the gym to work out and wanted
me to join him.  I tried to get out of it, but he insisted.  He invited you to
come along if you want to.  I'm sorry, Son.  You know I'd rather be here with
you.  But when you have friends, sometimes you have to do things you don't want
to do.  Do you want to tag along?"

I hadn't worked out regularly since losing my job two months ago.  I could stand
some exercise.  Besides, maybe there would be some nice eye candy to check
out...other than Dad, of course!  "Sure!  It'll be good to see Jim.  Besides, we
can finish where we left off later!"

"You bet we will, Baby!"  He pulled me to him and we kissed again.  As we got
off the bed, I began to walk out of the room to go put on some workout clothes
when Dad walked up behind me and grabbed my ass.  "And let me say right now...I
want a piece of this later."

I turned to look at Dad and he played his eyebrows up and down mischievously.
"You got it, stud!"  With that, I left the room to get dressed for our gym
excursion...looking forward to getting Dad back home and alone again!




Copyright  Harrison Morris, 2010


AUTHOR'S NOTE:  I would like to thank everyone who e-mailed me this past week
for all of their wonderful comments.  It's nice to know that Part 1 was so
well-received.  Your kind comments & input helped me decide to continue this
series to its eventual closing.  I only hope the rest of the series can live up
to not only my own standards, but also be the type of material you deserve to
read.  Thanks again!