Date: Tue, 18 Aug 2009 13:57:17 +0000
From: Jeffrey Fletcher <jeffyrks@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jonathan 26

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Jonathan 26    June 2009

The following Wednesday Jonathan went straight from work to Stuntingford.
He found Jason's home easily.  They had a ham salad which Jason hoped would
give them sustenance for the practice, without making them feel too full.

"We can come back here, and have something more filling after we've had a
drink in the pub with the boys," said Jason.

The cricket practice went well, and Jonathan was welcomed and asked to help
with some batting coaching for a couple of older teenagers who were eager
to get into the village team.  After the practice there was the usual drink
in the local.

It was nearly nine o'clock when the two of them walked back to Jason's
home.

"I've got some spotted dick which I can warm up in the microwave, and I can
soon make some custard too.  That will help keep the wolf from the door
until tomorrow morning."

They were in the kitchen, which had a sink full of unwashed plates, and was
untidy in the extreme.

"When the parents are coming home I have to get this place straight.  Mum
says she doesn't mind a bit of dirt, as long as the place looks tidy.  But
I usually spend a couple of evenings giving the place what I think is a
good clean before they get back.  Though that is never up to Mum's
standard."

Jonathan laughed.

Jason switched on the microwave for its minute and a half towards making
the custard.  He glanced over his shoulder, "Jon, are you gay?"

The suddenness of it caught Jonathan on the wrong foot.  There was a moment
of silence before he answered.  "Yes.  Why?  Is it a problem?"

"No way.  Not at all.  In fact it could be a big plus."

"By that I take it you are too?"

"I think I'm possibly bi.  I had some good times with some lasses some time
ago, but at the moment I seem to be swinging the other way."

"But how did you know?"

"My gaydar twitched when you walked out to bat the other Saturday."

"Did I walk out with a mincing step like a bloody ponce?"

"Not at all.  Some deeper intuition.  You're as straight acting as anyone.
I wondered if it was just wishful thinking on my part."

"What made you think it wasn't?"

"Spending last Thursday evening with you.  No mention of girl friend, which
is surprising with a sexy young man like you."

Jonathan just stopped himself from saying that his grandfather's friend
Simon had thought Jason might be gay.  He realised that revealing that
might have led to revelations he did not wish to make.  "Never had a girl
friend!"

"I had several a few years back.  Screwed some of them, and I quite enjoyed
it.  But then I went back to an even earlier time, when a group of us boys
here in Stuntingford did a number of things together.  Had one or two boy
friends since then.  What about you?"

Jonathan nodded.  "A few!"  Then he laughed, wondering what Jason would
think if he knew.

Jason took the couple of steps over to Jonathan, and put his arms round and
pulled him close.  Jonathan did the same.  Mouth found mouth, and Jason's
crotch moved to rub against Jonathan.  Soon hardness was feeling hardness
in spite of the layers of clothing between.

"There seems to be a good deal of mutual response, Jon?"

Jonathan let his hands rub downwards over Jason's back until he reached his
buttocks.  He squeezed them, and then pulled Jason even closer.

"Pity you can't stay the night, and there's work in the morning."

"You're eager for it, aren't you, Jase?"

"I'm always eager for it, especially when there's a sexy man within reach."
Jason reached down and felt Jonathan's hardness.  "I thought you'd be
having a good one.  So, Jon, what do you like doing?"

"Pretty well everything.  And you?"

"Much the same.  Like some good kissing and cuddling.  I like sucking and
being sucked.  And if I'm getting on really well with a guy I like to do a
bit of fucking."

Jonathan laughed.  "You're not so sure about the last step?"

"Correct.  Have had a couple of painful experiences from men wanting to get
their tool up there too quickly and unprepared.  So I need to be very sure
about a guy.  They both made promises about taking it slow, and being
gentle, but when it came to it their cocks were more like battering rams
than instruments to give pleasure."

"I know, exactly, the type you mean.  Had the same sort of treatment
myself.  There's plenty of pleasure to be had without going all the way."

"Do you give as well as receive?"

"Yes.  Again with the right guy."

Jason pulled down the zip on the front of Jonathan's jeans, and pushed a
hand in.  "That's better, getting closer."

Jonathan undid his belt and the button at the top of his jeans, which
immediately gave Jason easier access.  His hand moved to the elastic top of
Jonathan's pants and he inserted his hand and felt down until he could hold
Jonathan's cock.  "That is a very nice tool you've got there.  I want to
suck it."

"It's all yours, Jase.  But I think it might be a bit high after that
cricket practice, and all day."

"So what?  Good honest sweat.  I expect you have showered sometime in the
last week."

Jonathan laughed. "This morning, before work."

"Same with me."

Jason knelt down on the floor, and extracted Jonathan's cock from the
confines of clothing.  "You've got a good one.  Very suckable."  He put his
mouth over the head of Jonathan's cock, and began to suck.  Very quickly
Jonathan was shooting his load into Jason's mouth.  "And it tastes good as
well."

Jason stood up, and Jonathan now put his hand over the bulge in Jason's
jeans. "Now let me return the favour, Jase."

"Just rub your hands there for a mo."

Jonathan held as much as he could of Jason's cock through the layers of
clothing, and rubbed.  He felt the bulge spasm, and Jason cried out.

"You've cum!"

"Yes.  I nearly came while sucking you.  I knew you would not get it out
before I shot my load."

"Sorry."

"Don't be.  I enjoyed that.  Very much.  I often cum quickly the first
time; if we continued now, the second or third time would take longer."

"You always been like that, Jase?"

"Yes.  Right from the word `Go'.  From the first time I did anything with
another guy. I was much the same with the birds."

"What was your first time with a guy like?"

Jason resumed dealing with the spotted dick and custard.  "I was about
thirteen or fourteen.  Just discovered the delights of masturbation, but
never done anything with anyone else.  I was coming home from school on a
late winter afternoon, walking down the footpath that runs at the back of
the cricket pavilion. Know it?"

"No.  I haven't been round the back."

"Well, there's this footpath, and a gate leading on to the cricket ground
just a few feet from a back door into the pav.  (Pavilion.  Where teams
changed, cricket gear was kept, and where teams sheltered when there was
rain!)  I was coming from the bus stop up towards my home, and Ray was
coming down the other way.  Ray was then in his early fifties.  He was a
married man, with four or five kids. His great interest in life, his
obsession was cricket, in particular our village cricket.  He had
reluctantly stopped playing in his late forties.  But he was the odd job
man around the pav.  Small repairs, painting inside and out, keeping the
equipment in good nick; Ray would do it."

"Useful man!"

"I should say.  Anyway, that afternoon we were walking towards each other
when the heavens opened, a sudden sharp shower.  We were both likely to get
soaked.  `Hop in the pav.' he said, opening the gate and unlocking the
door.  It was all rather dark inside.  The windows were all shuttered over
for the winter, and only a little light got in.  He switched on a light and
shut the door.  `Shouldn't last long,' he said.  `Like a cup of tea?'
`Please' I said, and he went and started brewing a pot of tea.  He got out
a couple of chairs and we sat down to drink our tea.  He started talking
about cricket, about school, and about cricket at school. I was interested
and liked playing.  He said he thought I'd make a good bowler.  He
subsequently coached me a lot.  Then he started asking about my age,
friends and then we got onto growing up.  It was all the usual seduction
guff, but I didn't know that then. He asked me if I shaved.  The answer to
that was a direct `no' then. Then he asked if I was getting any hair under
my arms and around my cock. I was surprised at his directness.  The answer
was no to under my arms, and that there was a little patch like a very soft
tooth brush by my cock.  `Have you cum yet?  Do you toss yourself off?"  I
think I went a bright red.  I'd never heard an adult talking about tossing
off and cumming.  `I see you have,' he said, and put his hand on the lower
part of my thigh."

"I bet that gave you hard on?"

"You can say that again.  `See you like that,' he said, and started gently
rubbing his hand up my thigh.  "Done anything with anyone else?' Ray asked.
I shook my head.  `That's even better than doing it on your own.'  `But
you're married,' I said. `Yes, but I'm one of those who like it also with
another man or a teenager like you.'  He continued to rub his hand up and
down my thigh.  `Can I see what's making that mound in your school
trousers?'  `If you want'.  He undid my zip and put his hand in, and
straight way I shot my load, all over his hand and in my pants and
trousers.  `I'm sorry,' I said.  `What for?'  He took his hand out of my
trousers and started licking my cum.  I must have looked at him open
mouthed.  `Never tasted any cum, not even your own?'  I shook my head.  `I
just wish all that had gone in my mouth, it tastes good.  Let's see if I
can shoot a load like you?'  He stood up, undid his zip and extracted his,
what seemed to me then, colossal cock."

"Was it really big?"

"About six and half inches, uncut but really thick.  As I looked at it I
kept thinking about the kids he'd sired with it.  He started jerking
himself off.  `Want to touch?  Want to help?'  I reached across and held
his cock.  It felt strange, not just holding another guy's cock, but an
adult's cock.  A fully grown one.  `Feel it, Jase.  Every part.  Feel my
balls.'  He undid his belt, lowered his jeans, and pulled up his shirt.
`Let me see you properly.'  I slowly undid my belt and lowered my school
trousers, and pants, but my attention was on him, as he tossed himself.
`Here it comes.'  A couple of powerful jets of white cum shot out onto the
wooden floor.  `Well Jason, that's a good way to spend the time sheltering
from the rain.  Did you enjoy that?'  `Yes, very much.  You spoke about
wishing my cum had gone in your mouth.'  `Yea,' he said, `Haven't you heard
of blow jobs?'  `Yes, but don't really understand, does it mean a man
putting another man's cock in his mouth until he cums?'  `Exactly that.
It's great.  If you want there to be a next time I'd love to give you a
real good blow-job – though not if you shoot off straight away.'  We
both laughed.  He told me he was usually in the pav at that time of the
afternoon, and to knock on the door. He told me to knock in a special way.
But not to let anyone see me doing it."

"I bet you were round there the next day."

"No.  I couldn't because of something on at school until later.  It was the
day after that.  When I knocked, Ray opened the door, and I nipped in
quickly.  He had a cup of tea ready, but I don't think we drank any then.
He was straight away undoing my belt and unzipping me, getting my trousers
down.  `I'm not going to begin by giving you a blow job.'  He tossed me
off, and yes, I came almost at once.  After all I'd been looking forward to
it for forty-eight hours. I then got his cock out and played with it, which
he liked.  It seemed so big and hard.  I think we then drank our tea. `Now
sit on that chair, and lean right back, close your eyes and enjoy.'  My
cock was sort of semi soft by then.  I sat down as ordered, with my bum on
the edge of the chair, and shut my eyes.  I felt his fingers on my cock,
and then this incredible sensation of softness, wetness and warmth.  I
gasped, and opened my eyes, Ray was kneeling on the floor and my cock was
in his mouth."

"I bet it was soon hard."

"Instantaneous.  He sucked, licked it from the bottom to top as if it was a
lollypop.  Then he licked my balls, and between my balls and thigh.  He
kept bringing me close to a climax, and then turning to do something to my
balls.  I was rolling around, or trying to.  His hands held me firmly.  I
was desperate to cum.  Eventually I did, shooting a good load into his
mouth.  `At long last, a good mouthful of your delicious teenage cum.
Better than any pint any day!'  That was the first of many encounters with
Ray.  He taught me how to bowl, and he taught me all about man to man sex."

"I presume he soon introduced you to being fucked?"

"Yes, he was soon fingering my hole; and I liked that.  `I want to get my
cock up there,' he said.  `No way!  You'd split me in half.'  `Not if I was
careful.  I wouldn't want to hurt you `cos I'd be wanting to do it a second
time, and a third and many, many more.  If I hurt you you'd never come back
here.'  We talked about it.  But first he let me fuck him."

"Did you enjoy that?"

"It seemed strange.  Ray is a muscular man.  He wasn't our best bowler for
years without keeping a good body.  He was very hairy, front, back, and not
least in his arse crack.  I was a bit put off at first confronted with this
fully grown mature man's hairy arse.  `Get it in, lad,' he kept on saying."

"What position were you in?"

"Doggie fashion.  Once I got my cock there it slipped in easily."

"I bet you came very quickly?"

Jason laughed.  "You're right there.  But I'm not young for nothing.  I
think I came three times before I pulled out."

"You fucking stallion!"

"Yes, I was a fucking stallion.  It was great.  Having enjoyed it I
couldn't say `No.'  But he kept attending to my arse.  He soon got one
finger in, and I liked that.  Then a couple of fingers.  He started
stretching me. He went a bit further each time we were together.  Then it
was three fingers.  `I think you could take me now.'  I was kneeling down.
In the pavilion it was either standing up, or doggie fashion.  There was
nothing soft to lie on.  I felt his cock-head in position, and then he
began to push.  He didn't thrust, just a steady pressure.  He kept telling
me to relax.  When I relaxed a bit he slipped in a bit further, but then
I'd tense up again.  Slowly stage by stage he got fully in."

Jonathan remembered his first time with Keith the day after he had left
home; and even more his one time with Bill's monster of a cock.  "So that
was you all set up."

"Ray had three or four other lads who'd call in at the pav.  Sometimes I'd
be already there, and sometimes there'd be the special knock and Ray would
know that it was one of his lads, and open the door.  Ray liked to watch us
fucking or sucking each other, especially fucking. When the summer
approached we couldn't risk being in the pav.  Several other members of the
team had keys, and would have a good reason to go in.  Some of the wives
borrowed their husband's keys to do things in the kitchen."

"So was summer a time of total abstinence?"

"Not at all.  Just not in the pav.  We could meet up outside, or in some
barn.  The word would go round, or two of us would arrange to meet
somewhere.  In the country there are plenty of places in the summer.  From
childhood you know the quiet places."

"So when did you have your times with girls?"

"That was shortly after I left school.  There were a couple of girls at
work who were known to be available."

"And you availed yourself of the opportunity?"

"Of course.  It was round the office, take one of them to the cinema, she'd
give you a shag afterwards, either in the car, or back at their flat."

"Did they live together?"

"Yes, and they talked to each other, comparing notes.  When I shagged the
second one she said her flat mate had told her I came quickly."

"They didn't mind?"

"No I think they were cock counting, seeing who was fucked by the most
guys."

They laughed.

 But what about you?  How did you start?" asked Jason.

"For me it was one half term holiday with a school friend.  He'd been
seduced by an uncle, and borrowed some of his uncle's porn CDs.  They
largely showed us what we could do.  We did a lot together, until our ways
separated."  Jonathan looked at is watch and was horrified to see the time.

"I hope we can do things better another time."

"I hope for another time.  Next week are you coming to Whitgest on
Thursday?"

"Why not?  But will there be an opportunity for some fun?"

"I'll see if I can persuade Gramps to go for a drink in the pub, or call
round on his friend, Simon.

It was now nearly ten o'clock and Jonathan had to make the journey back
home.  They quickly said good bye.  They both laughed at the very
considerable damp patch that was showing on the front of Jason's jeans.

***

As Malcolm was already in bed, almost asleep, there had been no opportunity
to talk over the evening with Jason until the late the following evening.
Thursday evening was Whitgest's practice night, and Jonathan went to that.

"Did you have a good evening over in Stuntingford," asked Malcolm peering
over his glasses and the newspaper.

"Yes, very," answered Jonathan with a broad grin. "Simon was right!"

"Right about what?"

"Jason is largely gay!  He says he's bi.  Started off with guys, seduced by
an older man.  Then had a period with the lasses, but now it seems to be
all guys, when it comes to sex."

The paper and glasses were removed, and Jonathan had his grandfather's full
attention.  "Tell me more."

Jonathan decided to play his grandfather's trick, and began with an every
twist of the road account of the way from Stevenage to Stuntingford.

"Cut the irrelevances, boy, and get on with what is more important."

Jonathan continues with a ball by ball account of the cricket practice.

"I said `cut the irrelevancies'; you know what I want to hear about."

Jonathan laughed.  "I'm only playing your game, Gramps!"

Malcolm laughed, "You're more than a chip off the old block in looks.  Get
on with it!"

"He asked me outright if I was gay."

"What?  His gaydar must be as acute as Simon's.  So what happened?"

"I had a very nice blowjob!"

"And you gave him one in return?"

"No.  By that stage I only got my hand on his crotch and he came in his
pants."

Malcolm laughed.

"And there was a lovely damp patch on his jeans."

"Good evening then?"

"Yes."

"When is the next time?"

"He's coming over here next Thursday for cricket practice again."

"And I suppose you want to make this poor old man homeless for a couple of
hours later that evening?"

"How did you guess, Gramps?"

"We think the same way, Jon.  So is this Jason your man?"

"I don't know.  I don't know him nearly well enough at the moment."

"I suppose so.  What sort of man would be your ideal, Jon?"

Jonathan paused before answering.  "I think someone about my own age, not a
great deal older."

"Had enough of older men."

"May be.  I don't want a fat guy.  I want someone who likes doing the same
things."

"Like cricket?"

"Gramps, you know what I mean.  The same things sexually."

"Versatile, is that the word?"

"Yes."

"Do you want an experienced guy?"

"Some experience.  I wouldn't want a rookie, [recruit- someone new to
something].  Someone with some experience, so we'd soon know if we were
really compatible."

"As experienced as you?"

"Perhaps not as experienced as me."

Malcolm looked straight into Jonathan's eyes.

"Yes, Gramps, I know what you're getting at.  I would rule myself out for
being too experienced.  Damn, that bloody Bill.  He's awakened me, and at
the same time ruled me out from having a good relationship with a decent
person."

"Would one of Bill's clients, one of the ones you liked, be ruled out by
you?"

"Possibly not.  But I want someone near my own age, and there were only a
few of those."

"Physique?"

"Oh, an Adonis.  About my height, physically fit, good body.  Good at
games, not necessarily just cricket.  I like the outdoors, games, exercise,
walking and so on.  Would not want some nerdish arty type."

"I am sure that somewhere out in the great blue yonder there is someone who
will fit your bill."

"It's a matter of finding him.  But more immediately, will you go to the
pub after the practice next week?"

"I suppose so!"  Malcolm gave Jonathan a wink and went back to the
newspaper.

***

The following Saturday there was a home cricket match for the Whitgest
team.  Their opponents batted first and scored 197, a respectable score in
the circumstances.  As usual Jonathan opened for Whitgest.  The opening
pair put on 75 before his partner was out leg before.  The captain of the
Whitgest team then joined Jonathan at the crease.  They had put on another
25 when they noticed that heavy clouds were mounting in the sky and it
looked as though a thunder storm was approaching.  Jonathan and his captain
held a conference.

"Let's go for it.  See if we can knock up another 98 before the storm
breaks."

The sky grew darker, and the rumbles of thunder became louder, and there
were flashes of lightning.  The two batsmen became quite reckless in their
run getting.  Steadily the score mounted, as they hit the ball hard for
boundaries, and more gently towards fielders in the deep so they could
scamper singles.  They hooked and swept, cut and drove.  The umpires
offered the batsman to stop play because of the bad light, but they
declined.  Jonathan was in the nervous nineties and the total 190.  His
captain took a single off the first ball of the next two overs, so allowing
Jonathan the strike.  As he hit the winning stroke for four the total was
199, and he had made 101 not out, there was a tremendous clap of thunder
and the rain, heavy with hail stones fell on the players as they ran for
cover in the pavilion.

Jonathan ran waving his bat in triumph over his head.  "I've done it, I've
done it.  Got my ton for Whitgest!"  I am the fifth Pridham to get his ton
here, and the first of the third generation, he thought.

Everybody was clapping as he ran, soaked to the skin, up the steps into the
pavilion.  Centuries in village cricket are not very common.  He looked
around for Gramps, who was standing clapping and almost jumping from foot
to foot.  Jonathan went over and flung his arms round his grandfather.

"Well done, Jon.  Well done.  I wouldn't have missed that for anything.
But look, you're making me all wet.  I'll be dead with pneumonia within the
week."

Jonathan just laughed.

Everybody came up to clap him on the back and shake his hand.  He was the
hero of the day.

***

Jonathan made a point of going at least once a week over to Luton to see
his parents and Abigail and Thomas.  He always went straight from work,
hoping for some time alone with his mother.  He felt his mother was seeking
to understand his sexuality.

On his next visit he was in the kitchen as Lois was preparing the meal.

"Jon, when you told us all about your time away, mention was made either by
you or your grandfather, I have forgotten which of the two of you, about
something called gayradar.  Can you explain it, please?"

"Well Mum, It's usually called simply `gaydar'.  Some gay men seem to have
the ability to recognise other gay men.  Keith said that he saw it in me
when I went into King's Cross station."

"But how did he?"

"Some gay men are obviously gay.  There are a number of mannerisms that can
give the game away.  Sometimes it is how a guy walks, or talks, or just
moves his body.  Say, like this."  Jonathan twisted his wrist in an
expressive way.

"But I've never seen you do that.  Surely you weren't doing it walking into
King's Cross station at that time of night?"

"No.  I was hungry, upset about the black eye, and wondering what to do."

"So how did this Keith know about you?"

"For some gay men it seems almost an intuition."

"I thought only women had that!"

"No.  Men have intuitions to.  Dad sometimes says he is worried about
something, and has no real evidence for his concern.  He has an intuition,
a feeling, that something is wrong, or a particular thing needs doing."

"But to be able to tell whether another man is like you?  Can you?"

Jonathan very nearly said, `But Simon, Gramps friend can'.  Fortunately he
stopped himself.  That would have taken some explaining.  "No I can't..
When I was seeing Bob I didn't even think about going with anyone else."

"That is one of the good things from that episode," murmured Lois softly.

"Such an ability was irrelevant when I was at Bill's.  It was quite often
talked about among the Boys, when they were talking of their experiences
before coming to Bill's.  Some of them seemed to have it more than others."

"Is it something some gay men are born with then?"

Jonathan though that one over for a moment.  "Probably partly.  But I think
it can be developed."

"How?"

"I think some gay men almost switch it on when they go out.  They look at
men and wonder if they are gay.  There may be some just liking the way a
guy looks.  I gather quite a lot is made by eye contact.  Men tend to walk
past each other without looking in the eye at all; but sometimes there is
an eye contact.  I think that may be involved."

At that moment there was the sound of Michael's key in the lock of the
front door, and that conversation ceased, and the atmosphere became more
strained.

***

The next week Jason came over to Whitgest for their cricket practice on the
Thursday.  Malcolm had agreed to be away from his home until after eleven
fifteen.  He had arranged with Simon to go round there for a meal, and then
to have computer problems until eleven o'clock.  This had all been agreed
with much pretended grumbling, but eager acceptance and with the delighted
connivance of Simon.

Jason and Jonathan met at the cricket club, joined in with the practice,
and went back to the Eagle and Child for a quick drink.  They were soon
back at Malcolm's.

"Do you want something to eat first, or have some fun first?" asked
Jonathan.

"Fun first, I've been looking forward to it all day.  Hardly been able to
keep my cock from making his presence felt, or rather seen."

"What about having a shower together?"

"Good idea."

The bathroom had a walk in shower, and soon their clothes were on the
floor, and they got into the shower.  This was the first time they had seen
each other completely naked.  They eyed each other and passed appreciative
comments.

"Let me soap you," offered Jonathan.  He was soon rubbing his hands all
over Jason's body.  Though the vertical is not the ideal posture for giving
a massage, Jonathan automatically found himself using some of the
techniques he had learnt at Bill's.

"Wow, Jon.  You don't half do that bloody well."

"Haven't you ever had a shower with another guy before"

"Yes, a few times.  And done some mutual soaping, but its never felt like
that before.  It feels as though you were a professional."

Jonathan did not acknowledge how close to the truth that was.

Very quickly Jason shot his load.  "Perhaps I will take a little longer
over the second time."

Jonathan used another load of shower-gel, and continued to rub his hands
all over Jason's body, and then washed all the shower-gel off.  "Now you do
me."

Jason started running his slippery hands all over Jonathan, paying
particular attention to his cock, balls, perineum, buttocks and in between.
When they had finished cleaning each other they stood under the water, arms
around each other, and kissing.  Then they dried themselves, bundled up
their clothes and went into the bedroom.  This was not Malcolm's bedroom,
where Jonathan slept with his grandfather, but Kevin's old bedroom where
Jonathan had slept until he had the first bad nightmare after his time at
Bill's.  Malcolm had insisted that Jonathan keep all his clothes and things
in that room, as there were others who might well come upstairs, especially
Michael and Lois!

Jonathan and Jason had an enjoyable three quarters of an hour
together. There was a lot of getting close.  Much kissing and hugging.
Cock was thrust against cock.  They had spells of sucking each other.  It
was Jonathan who quickly brought Jason to his second climax.  He received a
good load into his mouth.

"That's been a good evening," said Jason.  "A good cricket practice, and
some excellent sex.  Can we get your grandfather to be out of the way
again?"

"I'll see what I can do."

***

Jeffrey Fletcher at Jeffyrks@hotmail.com