Date: Mon, 1 Dec 2008 15:43:50 +0000
From: Jeffrey Fletcher <jeffyrks@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jonathan 11

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November 2008

Bill paid his usual visit to the Boys on the first Thursday in November. He
called Jonathan to come into the room where the Boys ate their meals and
watched the television.

"How're you getting on?" asked Bill.

"Fine, I think."

"I get good reports. Some of the patrons have commented on you to me, and
saying that it is good to have someone who can hold an intelligent
conversation."

Jonathan just smiled and nodded.

"I guess you're a bit fed up with this place. I've got a special job that I
think'll be just down your street. There's a trade delegation over here
from the Middle East. They're going round the country doing business in
various places, but the weekend of their visit is free. There are three
guys on this delegation who turned down the offer of boobs and fannies, but
their eyes lit up when the possibility of some time with some attractive
young men came up. So I'm entertaining them down at the farm, where we had
that weekend. I'm picking out five of you Boys to go down there, and
entertain them. One of them speaks more Frog than English, and I reckon
you've learnt some French at school?"

Jonathan nodded.

"If they're anything like the last lot we catered for they'll keep you
busy, and will be generous at the end of the weekend. They're already
paying me a nice fat lot, for the weekend, so I want to give them a good
time so they come again."

"Sounds interesting. It'll be good to get a change of scene. I miss the sun
and the outdoors."

"If you renew your promise not to do a bunk while you're there I'll let you
get out and about. As long as you don't try to contact your folk. I always
find contacting folk in the first few weeks makes boys unhappy and
homesick."

"I'll promise that. I won't run off, or try to phone my folk while I'm at
the farm. I'm not sure I want to speak to my parents anyway!"

Just over a week later, on the Friday morning, Jonathan and four others
were sent by car down to Bill's farm. For Jonathan the journey itself was a
delight. The sun was shining and the air crisp. As they drove across the
Thames he caught sight of the London Eye and Big Ben. He looked at the
people and realised that he was seeing the first females for over two
months. The world seemed to have carried on the same as ever.

Then they were through the suburbs and into the country. Many of the autumn
leaves were still on the trees, giving additional colour.

They arrived at the farm about 12.00 noon. Bill was already there. Each one
had a room. They were spaced out so the Middle Eastern clients would sleep
in rooms between.

"The three patrons will not arrive until 5.30 or thereabouts," announced
Bill. "So you can do what you like until then. If any of you want to go for
a walk in the countryside, feel free. I have had a Jacuzzi put in, you can
enjoy that if you want to. There'll be something to drink and a bun about
4.30pm, we will have a proper meal when our guests are here."

All of the boys opted to go out. Jonathan went for a walk with Andy, who
was also one of the party. They walked for about three miles, along a track
and some footpaths. Jonathan felt he was recharging his batteries with all
the fresh air, and the country sounds.

"So how do you think it's going, working for Bill?" asked Andy.

"All right." Jonathan paused. "I'm mixed up about it all. Sometimes I think
I should be up at University as was all planned for me. That does make me
feel angry. Then there are other times. There is something satisfying about
a satisfied punter, and not just the tip he gives at the end of a session."

Andy put an arm round Jonathan's shoulders. "You're doing all right. I
think you've settled in very well."

"Glad you think so."

"And Bill thinks so too. He thinks a lot of you, and how you've settled
in. He told me the other day he's had a lot of very positive comments about
you from some of the punters. I think they like your ability to chat
intelligibly with them after a session."

"Bill did say something of the sort to me," muttered Jonathan.

"Twice he said things to me about the time you spent in the prison cell."

"Oh?"

"He said he expected you to cave in after forty-eight hours, not to
persevere for three weeks. Yes, he admires you, and feels a bit guilty
about it. He would never admit that to you."

"What did he say then?"

" 'If I knew Jon was going to stick it out for that long I wouldn't have
started. I'd just have let him go. But in another way, I'm bloody pleased
it worked out the way it has. He's good at the job. Though there are times
when I wish I'd kept him for myself, but I think he'd have got bored with
that very quickly. Thinking over my personal lads, they have all been a
penny'th short of a shilling, good in bed and doing routine things around
the place, but quite content to spend several hours each day watching
mindless telly'."

"He's said the same to me about keeping me for himself. I've only been
fucked by him once, and that was certainly a memorable experience."

"I know. I think Bill's dick is the biggest I've encountered."

They both laughed.

"Though yours is not exactly small," said Jonathan.

"Nor is yours. I've enjoyed my sessions with you." Andy pulled Jonathan
close to him, and as there was no one around to observe gave him a kiss,
which was fervently returned. Hands wandered to squeeze bums, and grope
cocks.

They just managed to get back in time for the refreshments.

Then the five Boys took showers and put on clean clothes. Two cars brought
the Middle-Eastern businessmen to the farm. One of them was dressed in
flowing Middle-Eastern garments, and the other two were in Western
suits. Once they were in the building Bill welcomed them, and introduced
them to the Boys. They were shown to their rooms, and left to settle
in. About fifteen minutes later, the three came down stairs and the Boys
were there, waiting. There was some rather strained conversation, with long
pauses.

"Why don't we all go and get into the Jacuzzi?" suggested Ba, the well
hung, and very dark West Indian.

The business men looked at each other, nodded, and then enthusiastically
accepted.  Ba led the way. It was far easier and quicker for the Boys to
strip off their clothes than for the businessmen. The boys were soon into
the water, and their example encouraged the men. One after another they
undressed and stepped into the water.  They had seen the young men awaiting
them, and their responses were obvious. Their hands tried to cover their
genitals, but without a great deal of success.

The Jacuzzi at the farm was small. It could only accommodate six
comfortably, but soon there were eight in the water. This meant there was
much closeness, and they squashed together as they sat down on the
surrounding bench.

The Boys knew what to do. With their hands hidden under the bubbling water,
they touched, felt, stroked and groped the men. They needed no further
encouragement. Their response was whole hearted. Soon there was a great
deal of laughter. It was obvious that barring any accidents the weekend was
going to be a great success.

The rumour had passed round the Boys that Arab men tended to have long thin
cocks. They were eager to find out. The Arab men were Moslems and were all
circumcised. They were eager to encounter some uncut males.

After half an hour they heard the sound of the dinner gong.

"That means the meal will be ready in a quarter of an hour," announced
Andy.

"Pity," said one of the men, "I was really enjoying myself,"

"You've got the rest of the weekend," laughed another of the men.

The meal was well up to the standard that Bill provided for guests at the
club. The only difference from the usual was that no wine was served. One
of the men said he was sorry about that, so some bottles of wine were
brought up from the cellar. The lubrication of the alcohol relaxed the
party even more.

Jonathan found himself sitting next to the man from Syria, who preferred
speaking French. Jonathan had stopped learning French a couple of years
before, so it was a matter of remembering. He was surprised at how much of
his knowledge of the language started coming back.

After the excellent and lengthy meal they all went to the room where there
were some sofas and easy chairs. They drank coffee and talked and in the
background there was a gay porn DVD showing, but no one paid much attention
to it.

It was about ten o'clock when the party started breaking up, and couples
started going off to bed. Everyone realised from the start that two of the
Boys were likely to be left out if nocturnal activities ran true to
form. The surprise was that Ba was one and the other was Jonathan. They had
been sitting in chairs, rather than on a sofa, and that probably explained
why they were the ones who were left. They moved, sitting on a sofa
together.

"So we're the old maids tonight," said Ba.

"So it seems. I am surprised that you've not been snapped up."

" 'Appens. Just the luck of the draw. So 'ow are you settling down to this
job then, Jon?"

"I still have my ups and downs."

"I think that's true for us all."

"There are times when I feel very depressed, but then something happens, a
nice punter, or a particularly generous one; and the rest of the Boys are
so supportive when I'm down."

"I know. We fall out from time to time, but when there is something making
one of us feel bad, the rest rally round."

"But I think I'm getting the hang of the job. It's quite interesting. Every
day is different. To be honest, I prefer some of the clients more than
others."

"Don't we all? But what do you think of this lot?"

Jonathan thought for a moment. "I think they'll enjoy their time with
us. They are really free to be as sexual as they like. I gather the Syrian
guy is married, so that will restrain his activities back home, apart from
his culture and his religion."

"Do you know what 'is culture and religion thinks about being gay?"

"I don't. I think officially it is against, but there is probably a similar
proportion of gay men to straights with them as with us. I would like to
find out more. Comparative religion at school didn't not go into
differences of attitude on various sexual issues. It was more about
worship, and their beliefs about gods and so on."

Ba looked at Jonathan. "You really think about these things don't you? You
are interested in our clients, more than just sex objects and a good source
of money?"

"I suppose I do. There are a lot of interesting issues in the relationships
between cultures, religions especially when it comes to sex. Our Middle
Eastern friends are all cut."

"So I saw. Why's that?"

"They're Moslems, and all Moslem men are cut. I think they are fascinated
by the fact none of the five of us are."

"You're really interested aren't you?"

"I suppose I am!"

They sat talking for a further twenty minutes.

"I'm feeling ready for some bed," said Ba. "Shall we kip together?"

"Why not? If you get a morning hard on I can see for myself whether that
dong of yours is as long and thick as it's reputed to be."

Ba laughed. " 'Aven't you seen it yet?"

"Not in its full glory. Only when it's laid back when I've seen you coming
out of the shower."

"It's a 'ard life trying to live up to a reputation you can't do anything
about."

"You could have one of those penis enlargement treatments?"

"True, but then it would be sticking out at the bottom of my jeans."

Jonathan laughed, and nudged Ba. They had a session of tickling and
wrestling, with much laughter, before going upstairs to bed.

"Whose bed?" asked Ba.

"Yours," answered Jonathan. "I've never slept in a West Indian's bed
before.

Ba laughed. "We're just like everybody else."

"Except for your monstrous dong."

They undressed and got into bed. They lay on their backs side by side with
two or three inches between them.

"Don't I even get a good night kiss?" asked Ba.

"If you'd like one, you can certainly have one." Jonathan lent over Ba and
gave him a good kiss. "Is there any other service that Sir Ba would like
tonight before going to sleep?"

"Now you're beginning to talk interesting. What's on offer?"

"What would Sir Ba like? Some more kisses? Hotter kisses? My hands all over
him? Would he like a highly professional blowjob?"

"Are you qualified yet to give that service to a fully qualified member of
the cocksucker's union?"

"I graduated last week. Or would Sir Ba like to fuck or to be fucked? I am
now qualified to render that service, though I am totally inexperienced
when it come to giving and receiving with a respectable West Indian sex
worker, with illustrious ancestry, years of experience and a monstrous
dong."

"When will you stop swallowing dictionaries?" said Ba. " Enough of that
playful chat. Let's get on with it, or we'll be having to stop because of
breakfast. He rolled over and lay on top of Jonathan and they
kissed. "You've got a lovely sexy body, Jon. And I can feel your hard cock
alongside mine. Yours isn't exactly tiny."

"It's working hard, stretching to match up with yours."

"I'll have to investigate properly." Ba kicked off the duvet, and began to
kiss and lick his way down Jon's chest. He nibbled at his nipples for a
while, before continuing down. Then he began to lick and kiss all round
Jonathan's balls and the base of his prick. Finally he took Jonathan's cock
into his mouth.

This brought a great sigh of contentment from Jonathan. "Thanks, Ba. I can
tell you're a pro."

"When you are doing this several times a day most days you get to know what
a guy likes. Most guys like it done the same way. There are some who like a
bit of teeth, but most guys like the different ways I'm doing it to you."

"If you carry on like that I'll soon be giving you a liquid present."

"That's fine by me. I wonder if your cum tastes of long words!"

"You'll soon be finding out."

Very soon Jonathan squirmed around on the bed and shot a good load into
Ba's mouth. Ba stopped sucking but continued to hold Jonathan's cock in his
mouth, and felt it shrink and soften.

"Thank's Jon. That were good. I think a young man's cum tastes different to
an older patron's."

"Fresher, richer taste, more fruity."

"You sound like a wine taster. Ba, I want to have you up my arse, if that's
okay with you?"

They both prepared themselves.

"I can see why you're called Ba. Your member does have slight curve to it,
like many bananas. I wonder if it complies with E.U. {European Union}
regulations!"

"Are there rules about 'ow much a banana can curve?"

"Yes."

"As long as they don't start regulating curves on cocks."

"You could get a job as Her Majesty's Inspector of Curving Cocks."

"Stop prattling. Get on your back with your arse up, and legs open. I want
to get in."

Jonathan did what he was told, and soon the tip of Ba's cock was against
the puckered entrance to Jonathan. He pushed, and his cock slipped smoothly
in.

"That feels good, Ba. I'm glad I don't have to bend my back to accommodate
the curve."

Ba slapped Jonathan's bum. "None of your funny remarks. I've never 'ad any
complaints about my cock."

"I bet you haven't. It's a mighty dong, and I like it exactly where you've
got it now."

"Good, because it is going to be there a mighty long time. I'm not going to
'urry this. I wonder if we can skip breakfast."

Jonathan laughed, and his shaking body nearly brought Ba to a premature
climax.  Ba knew how to prolong the session, several times Jonathan thought
that the climax was coming before it did.

"Thanks Ba, that was good. I'm glad we were the odd ones out. You can relax
with someone you really know, and who's not a punter."

"True."

They lay side by side. "When was your first experience, Ba?"

"When I was about fourteen. I know I had discovered the fun of wanking a
short time before. I come from a single parent family, don't know who my
father is. My mother says it could be one of several guys. Every so often
things blow up between Mum and I, every two or three months. We'd had one
of these rows, and I stormed out of the flat. There is a small park nearby,
and it were a lovely sunny evening so I decided to go to the park to cool
down. I went and sat on one of the seats. After a while this older guy
comes along."

"Really old, or just older than you?"

"In his forties. He walked past me, and looked me up and down, and then
walked back, and nodded as he passed. Third time he came and sat alongside
me."

"Sussing you out?"

" 'Nice evening,' he said. We talked for while. It was beginning to get
dark, and there was no one else around. He could've seen if anyone were
coming along the path. I look down and saw 'e'd got 'is cock out, and was
playing with it. I stared at it for a moment, and then looked up at 'is
face. His eyes were on me. 'Like it?' 'e asked. 'It's fucking big,' I
replied. 'Yes. It likes doing all sorts of things, including fucking.' 'E
grinned at me. 'Want to hold it, I'd like that.' I moved closer to 'im, and
reached across and got 'old of 'is cock. It felt so big and 'ot too.

'I like that. What sort of cock 'ave you got, then? Can I feel?' 'If you
want.' I replied, and 'e felt my crotch. 'It's nice and 'ard.' Then he
pulled down the zip on my jeans and put 'is 'and in and pulled out my
cock. Then to my surprise 'e put 'is 'ead down and sucked it briefly. 'Like
that?' 'e asked. I must 'ave nodded. 'Not safe to do it properly 'ere. I'd
like to get a mouthful of your cum. Come back to my place, and I'll suck
you off.' 'Where do you live?' I asked. 'About a 'undred yards away in
Mafeking Buildings.' I knew them, and they weren't far off. 'Okay then.'
And we went off to 'is flat.

"What was it like?" asked Jonathan.

"It was right at the top, fifth floor. Nice little flat. Well furnished,
certainly better than my home. Lots of books. You'd be at 'ome there, Jon
with all the books. He was educated, I found out later he was a teacher at
a College not far away."

"So what happened?"

" 'E offered me a drink. We sat and talked, and then 'is 'and started
reaching around, and feeling my cock, which very soon got 'ard. 'Lets go
into the bedroom and do it comfortably and properly'. I'd never imagined a
bedroom like it. There were several large mirrors, and also a lot of
pictures of naked men. 'E undressed me, and then got undressed 'imself. I'd
never seen a man's body naked before. Seen pics, but not for real. 'E got
me on the bed, and gave me a long slow blowjob. Didn't ask me to do
anything to him. When 'e'd done we got dressed, 'ad another drink. 'If you
want another blowjob give me a ring, and we can see if it's convenient for
you to come round. I 'ope you do."

"And I presume you did."

"Yea, two or three days later my Mum was out so I phoned 'im, and it was
okay for me to go round. 'E gave me another blow job and then asked me to
wank him off."

"Did you?"

"Oh yes. I started going round two or three times a week, and as you can
guess we were soon doing a lot more things."

"Did he recruit you for Bill's place?"

"Not directly. After three or four months, 'e asked if I'd be interested in
doing it with some other guys."

"Group sex?"

"Exactly. I asked some questions, I liked 'im. 'E would be there. So I
went. It were when I was about to leave school one of the guys in the group
asked if I'd like to earn some money doing it. I said 'yes'. This guy
explained, and said I'd 'ave to be interviewed. So I was taken down 'ere to
Bill's farm, there was several guys 'ere. Bill 'ad a session with me, and
offered me a job. I said yes, and that were that."

"Does your Mum know?"

"No. She thinks I'm working up north. I send 'er a letter every two or
three weeks, and put in twenty quid, so she's more than 'appy. I even go
and stay with her for a week or so each year."

"So how long have you been working for Bill?"

"About two and a half years. I am saving enough to get a decent job when I
leave."

In spite of all their nocturnal activities Ba and Jonathan were the first
down to breakfast the next morning. They were just finishing their
leisurely breakfast when the first couple came down stairs. They all sat
around talking. The business men came down dressed in kaftans.

"What do you wear underneath?" asked Ba.

"You'll have to find out," came the reply from one of the men.

"If you wear it like a Scotsman his kilt then it should solve a number of
problems for you."

"What do Scottish men wear under their kilts then?"

Ba just laughed. "That's a state secret."

Ba found out about an hour later when he was seated on one of the sofas
with the Syrian business man. The man sat and crossed his legs, so that one
of his feet was not on the floor. Ba reached down, and put his hand on the
ankle of the raised foot. Slowly he worked his hand up, until almost the
whole of his arm was under the kaftan. He laughed. "Now I know. Just like a
Scot."

The Syrian businessman obviously enjoyed Ba's approach. He whispered in
Ba's ear, and the two of them stood up and disappeared out of the room.

While that was going on another of the men came to sit along side
Jonathan. "My name is Ahmed. Were you one of those left out last night?" he
whispered.

Jonathan nodded.

"Does that mean you have full tank?"

Jonathan laughed. It was one of the few occasions when Jonathan did not
tell the whole truth. "Depends what you mean. It hasn't been emptied since
bedtime yesterday."

"So you Boys play together?"

"Sometimes. Though when we're back at Bill's Place we tend not to. Sex
several times in a day to order, and knowing it'll be same again the
following day rather decreases the sex drive at night."

"I think you help me." Ahmed stood, and beckoned to Jonathan to follow
him. He led the way to his room. Over breakfast it had been attended to,
and a clean sheet and fresh duvet cover were on the bed. Bill always
believed that good service paid.  "One thing I enjoy. Not like in my
country. Many mens think very bad. But I like it. In this country all
things possible. Me come to Britain now often. Bill's Club. Sounds like
Paradise."

Jonathan began to wonder whatever was coming.

"So friend Jon, I want you empty your full tank in me. Two timeses last
night. Wonderful! This weekend want all boys do it to me. So friend Jon,
you fuck me? Right word?"

"Yes, that's the slang word. Only too pleased to satisfy. Let me give you
as good a time as I can." Jonathan reached down and lifted up the robe of
the man. His circumcised cock was already hard. Jonathan knelt, put the
cock into his mouth, and let the kaftan fall back covering him. With one
hand he cupped the balls, and with the other reached up and gently explored
the man's perinaeum and beyond. There were immediate noises of
appreciation.

"No, too much, too quickly. Wonderful!" The man pulled off the kaftan, so
that he stood naked in front of Jonathan. "Now you take clothes off!"

It took Jonathan a matter of seconds to pull off his Tshirt, and get out of
his jeans.

"Now, on bed," said Ahmed. "You uncircumcised. All mens in my country
circumcised. On bed."

Jonathan got on the bed, and was immediately joined by Ahmed.

"Me like doctor, look, touch your cock."

For the next few minutes Ahmed looked closely at Jonathan's stiff cock. His
hand pulled the foreskin up and down over head. "Different. Wonderful."

While the examination was going on Jonathan took up some words of
Ahmed. "All you men are cut - circumcised. Is that your religion?"

"Yes and no. It is not actually commanded in the Quran, like I think it is
for Jews in their Holy Book. But it is expected that all Moslems bear this
sign of faith. It is also regarded as good for health."

"When were you circumcised," asked Jonathan holding Ahmed's cock in his
hand and looking at it.

"I circumcised when I was seven. Some boys younger, some older even old as
thirteen fourteen.

"Did it hurt?"

"My parents had it done under local anaesthetic. I gather if not it hurts
lot little time. Soon stops hurts. I pleased then anaesthetic, Now sorry."

"Why, if it stopped you being hurt?"

"Little short pain for important thing showing devotion to Allah good. But
too late now." Ahmed shrugged his shoulders.

"You shave yourself round here. That for religion too?" Jonathan stroked
his fingers over Ahmed's pubes.

"Some Moslems do. Not ordered in Quaran. I think cleaner, and make me look
more for sex." Ahmed giggled.

"Makes you look more sexy."

"Some mens shave it, others no."

When the examinations were over, Ahmed gave a further order. "You me fuck."

"How do you want it?"

Ahmed now found it difficult to put into words what had happened the night
before. "Last night." He got on his knees and pointed at his arse. "Man
camel with lady camel."

Jonathan nodded to show he understood.

Ahmed then lay on his back with his legs up in air, and pointed with his
fingers. "Two time." He then lay on his side, and pointed to how he wanted
Jonathan to penetrate him.

Jonathan got the Liquid Silk and applied it to Ahmed's arse. The use of his
finger caused murmurs of delight. "That good."

Jonathan rolled a condom on to his cock, and lubricated it. He lay down
behind Ahmed and pressed his cock in the right place. There was no
difficulty in slipping it in.

"That good." Ahmed reached over for Jonathan's hand and pulled it onto his
cock.

"Many minutes. Come together."

Jonathan smiled to himself, as he was not sure whether Ahmed meant 'come'
or 'cum'; but it didn't matter, as it meant the same thing.

Jonathan used all his skill to get Ahmed close to his climax, but stopping
just before he reached it. Ahmed was getting more and more excited,
wriggling his bum so that he could feel as much of Jonathan as
possible. Jonathan realised that Ahmed was going to climax, so he thrust
hard and quick. It was not quite simultaneously, but very close.

"That good. Bill's Boys much skill. Wish I take you home."

As they relaxed Ahmed, in his broken English, told Jonathan about
himself. He was married, with two wives and five children. He had two boys
at his work, one or both of whom would stay behind after the working day to
give Ahmed his masculine pleasures. "They not good like you. I teach them
more."

At the end of the weekend the five oriental gentlemen departed, leaving a
very generous tip to be shared among the Boys. Bill was very pleased, as it
was both a profitable weekend for him, his club had gained some prospective
new patrons, and they were talking of further bookings.

****

Late on the following Thursday Ron again come to the Club. He immediately
picked Jonathan, but this time they first went down to the Jacuzzi.

"I rang your folks, as you asked."

"Thanks, that has put my mind at rest."

"I fink it were your Dad answered. Wanted to know more. I told 'im you'd
asked me to pass on ver message."

"Yea, that'd be Dad. Thanks a lot for doing that."

They were sitting close together, their hands feeling each other.

"Do you want me to give vem another message?"

"Yes, please. If it's not too much trouble."

"Not at all. What do you want me to say vis time?"

"Tell them I'm fit and well. I think that's all. I know it is the same as
before, but anything more will mean questions.

Later that evening the phone rang at the Pridham home in Luton. Lois
answered as Michael was out.

"I 'ave a message for you from Jonathan. I'm to tell you 'e's fit and
well. Saw 'im earlier an' he looks fine to me. Can I tell 'im you're all
fit an' well? It may be a few weeks before I see 'im again."

"Please tell him to get in touch."

"How are you?"

"Oh, yes, we're all fit and well. Including Thomas and Abigail. Please tell
him....."  But the phone was giving the dialing tone. As before when Lois
tried to discover where the call come from she was told that the caller
withheld his number.

There was a lengthy discussion when Michael got home from the Church Men's
Meeting.

"Why can't he phone himself?" asked Michael.

"I don't know. I have been thinking it through all the evening since the
call. He obviously wants us to know he's fit and well."

"I suppose that is something positive. But if this man can phone, why can't
Jon?"

"It's almost as if he was a prisoner. The man does not see Jonathan
regularly. He said he it may well be a few weeks before he saw Jon again."

"If he was in hospital he would be able to phone. If he was in prison he
would be able to phone. He obviously wants us to know, or he wouldn't have
gone to the trouble of getting this man to phone and pass on the message."

"But at least we know he is still alive, fit and well."


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Jeffrey Fletcher at jeffyrks@hotmail.com