Date: Mon, 19 Jun 2006 04:29:41 +1000
From: Richard Hadfield <rick@boistories.com>
Subject: Mick and Friends - 10

Well it's into the double figures for the chapter count. Is anybody out
there still reading though? I ask myself. Or am I just wasting my time?  If
you are still reading this story, please write to me at the address below
and let me know if you are still enjoying it.  Some of us authors, at
least, need the encouragement to keep on going, so please write!

I have kind of hit a plateau in enthusiasm and so the next few chapters are
likely to be a bit far apart in finding their way onto the nifty archive --
please bear with me.

rick@boistories.com

Cheers Rick

Chapter 9 ended:

She looked up as I walked in the room and smiled when she saw that I was
naked.

"Goodnight mom," I said from a bit of a distance and was about to turn
around and go off to my room when mom stopped me.

"Come over here and give me a hug, please."

"Aw, mom, I'm naked."

"I can clearly see that, but I want to just give you a hug good night. If
you are going to go naked, you won't be able to keep it at a distance all
the time."

I wasn't left with much choice and so I walked over to her and bending down
gave her a hug. It sure did feel kind of weird to be hugging your mother
when you had no clothes on. I was going to have to rethink this a bit, or
else get used to the idea.



Chapter 10

Wednesday dawned bright and fair. I carried out my usual ablutions and
headed downstairs for breakfast. I was now regretting having shaved as the
hair growing back was very prickly and left me in quite some discomfort. I
hoped it would soon be long enough to loose its prickliness. At school the
rumours were still flying and changing to suit the mood of the person
offering them, and Kevin and I were remaining quiet on the subject. In fact
we began to find some amusement in how they were changing and in knowing
that when the truth did finally come out, there would be a number of people
with mud on their faces -- shame. I also found that the whispers and looks
were not bothering me so much and this helped Kevin to cope with them
easier. I was going to miss Kevin when I left the school. How ironic that
is; the person whom I thought was least likely to be a friend was now my
only friend at the school. I only had two friends in total and I was going
to loose both of them at the same time. The thought of this made me more
despondent than all the rumours, mocking and poor treatment I was getting
over Angela's gang attack.

That night when I got home from school, I phoned Brandon to catch up with
him and told him about what had happened to me and how Kevin and I had
become friends. I had always been honest with Brandon and so told him all
about what Kevin and I had done. I certainly did not want him to find out
from someone else and I couldn't keep it secret from him, that just wasn't
me. I also told him about going around the house nude and how mom had
encouraged it. Brandon enjoyed the part when I told him how mom had
commented on being shaved, but he was a bit cold after I told him about
Kevin and me. However he warmed up a bit when I told him my next plan which
was for the three of us to get together some time, and asked him to try and
think of a plan to engineer it. Brandon had made a mention of trying out a
threesome and this is what had given me the plan.  Also I was pretty sure
Brandon and Kevin would get on and I hoped they could become friends when I
was gone and so still have something special. We ended the call with
telling each other how we had missed one another and how we were looking
forward to the next week when I would be staying with Brandon.

Thursday at school was much the same as Wednesday and Angela still had not
made an appearance. I thought that she would not be seen at the school
again. Kevin and I managed to get off alone for a bit at lunch time, but
did not have enough time to do anything more than give each other a bit of
a grope and a kiss. But as we walked around between classes we did get some
more time to talk and I told him about wanting him to meet Brandon, but I
was not sure how we could arrange it. Kevin asked me where Brandon lived
and when I told him he got pretty excited.

"You goof, that's only two roads down from where I live. We could walk it
in less than five minutes."

"Really?" I hadn't realised it as I had only been to Kevin's house the once
and it was under somewhat traumatic circumstances and in the dark so I had
not been taking much in.

"Yes really! Would I lie to you?" Kevin was not really annoyed he was just
teasing.

I then told him that I would be spending the next week with Brandon and
explained the arrangements we had made.

"Shit! I wish you had made those arrangements with me. I want to suck your
cock again."

"We might be able to work something out now that I will be staying so close
to you."

We talked some more working through a few scenarios as we moved between
classes, but went home without any real plans formulated.

Friday saw a bit of a change. A couple of the other girls from the gang
were missing and rumours were flying around that they had been
arrested. One of the other boys from our class who lives next door to one
of them said he saw the police arrive and a while later the girl was led
out to a police car by a police woman and the mother followed but was
obviously very upset and then after the police had left the father got into
their own car and took off. Presumably to the police station.

Halfway through the morning, Kevin and I were summoned to the Head's office
again. Once the two of us were alone in the with the head he told us,
"Mick, I have just finished telling your mother, the police have been
questioning some of the girls involved in this incident and although the
forensic and DNA tests results were not yet finished, they had managed to
get enough of the truth through their various confessions and versions of
what happened to bring charges against three of the girls and so are going
to lay the charges in the hopes it might scare the other girls into
confessing their roles to complete the picture."

I wasn't too sure quite what this all meant as Mr Graham had said
everything a bit fast and it was hard to take it in. I guess I must have
looked a bit blank for he then explained it more simply and said that what
else it meant was that I was vindicated and had been shown to be telling
the truth.

"However, there is another matter in this. I have got to tell the school
what has happened and though I will not mention any names or details it
will not take some of the boys and girls long to work out who was
involved. This might make you a hero with some, but you are likely to take
a pounding from others. I am sorry but I have been left with no choice." Mr
Graham was clearly upset to have to do this and so I told him that it was
not too serious seeing that I would be leaving soon anyway."

"You're a brave young man, Mick. Well done." We were dismissed and sent
back to our classes.

On the way back, Kevin said, "I took a walk yesterday and went passed
Brandon's house. I think I might have seen him looking out the window but
am not sure. Anyway, his house is close. You just turn right out of their
house and take the first left. Cross the next two roads and then turn left
again and our house is the fourth house down on the right. It's as easy as
that."

"No shit! Man! We must have walked past your house loads of times. I never
saw you there though."

"Well I don't go out much as I don't have much to go out for. So I mostly
stay indoors at the computer or playing video games."

"And doing your home work and studying. That's why you're such a boff at
things."

"Yeah. Ok. You got me." He smiled and his whole face lit up. It was clearly
great for Kevin to have a friend to talk to. I was so pissed off with
myself for having ignored Kevin instead of trying to find out what he was
really like. Every time I got with him I saw new things about him to
like. He was a really neat guy.

As we walked into our classroom, a message came over the pa system telling
as all that we were required to attend an extra special assembly in the
school hall at the end of the period and that the next period would be
cancelled to accommodate this assembly. Despite what I had said to the
Head, my stomach churned a bit when I heard the announcement. Kevin must
have been sensitive to this because when we sat down at the desk, he leaned
over and whispered, "I'll be there with you, don't worry."

I turned toward him and smiled my thanks and he grinned back as he gave my
leg a squeeze. That was enough for me to pop a boner, which he noticed and
gave a gentle rub before turning back to pay attention to the teacher. I
returned his compliment which caused my cock to stay hard for a little
longer and in doing so found his cock as hard as mine. It was nice to know
that I had this effect on him. It did make it difficult for me to
concentrate on the lesson and my mind kept wandering to what might happen
when others worked out that it was I who was involved in what the Head was
going to tell the whole school about in just a few minutes.

For once the bell to signify the end of the lesson sounded far too early
and we all filed out of class and headed for the hall. It took about ten
minutes for all of the students to get into hall and then the teachers all
came in and took their places on the stage. Finally, Mr Graham walked in
and took his place behind the lectern which was in the middle of the
stage. He stood there quietly for a few moments waiting for the buzz of
chatter to die down before he began assured of having everybody's
attention. I cannot remember his speech word for word but it went something
like this:

"I have a very grave matter to talk about today and I want you to keep
absolutely quiet and listen. On Monday this week an incident took place on
school grounds and during school hours. This was a very serious incident in
which a young man was victimised by a group of girls. (There was some silly
giggling at this point.) Quiet! I asked you to remain silent and let me
talk and this is no laughing matter at all. The police have been involved
and whilst their investigations are still going on, they have enough
evidence to already to bring charges against some of the perpetrators of
this despicable crime. And I am sure that they will get further evidence to
prosecute the rest of the gang involved. I know that there have been all
sorts of rumours flying around and I want to assure you that we will not
tolerate any further abuse against the victim or anybody else. Some of you
may think you know what has happened, but I believe you will have only a
portion of an exaggerated idea. Do not go spreading any rumours. At least
some of these girls will be excluded from this school; such is the
seriousness of the crime. I would encourage the others involved to come
forward voluntarily and admit their part in this incident as it might
enable the police to take a lighter action against them. If anyone else has
any information which they believe might be helpful in resolving this
incident, then I ask you to come and tell me about it. Just tell the
receptionist that you have information on the incident, and she will show
you through to me. I will speak with you in strictest confidence and will
not let anyone else know what you have told me. If I feel it is something
the police should know I will give your name to them and leave it for them
to question you. Now that might seem a bit frightening, but you will be
doing the right thing.  I hope that this is also a lesson for anyone else
who is thinking of trying the same thing out. You will not get away with it
and it could cost you a prison sentence; so turf those ideas out straight
away. Thank you."

The hall broke out into a buzz of talk as soon as he finished and I am sure
I could feel eyes staring at me. As the head had predicted, it did not take
some long to work out who this assembly had been about.

Before I had even got to the door, one of the boys from my class, jostled
me and said I was lucky it had been only girls who fought with me. If it
had been boys I would have been left with no clothes to wear. Well one who
had not quite worked it out yet though. And then as I squeezed out through
the door one of the girls who had been involved whispered in my ear.

"You tell anyone about me and you will regret it. I don't need a gang to
sort you out. Don't forget that ever. Understand?"

I didn't even acknowledge that I had heard her. I was not interested in
anything she might have to say and I was not going to give out any more
information to the police as they already had heard all that I knew. The
whisperings and looks had started up again, but other than that I did not
notice much change in the attitude others had toward me.

When mom picked me up that day, however, I was given a little surprise. "I
have booked an appointment for you with the doctor for this evening."

"Doctor? Why?" I asked.

"I want to have you checked out for STD's. If that girl was able to do what
she did she has probably had sex before and so I just want to be safe."

"What are they going to do?"

"I'm not sure, but doctor will be kind to you. He always is."

We didn't even go home, but went straight to the doctor's surgery in
Brentwood. When I was called through, mom got up to go through with me, but
the doctor stopped her and said it would be better if he saw me alone first
and then if she was needed he would fetch her in. Doc talked with me a bit
and then gave me a physical examination and said it was good that I had no
cuts or abrasions, and that all that was now needed was some blood tests
which the nurse would do. He wrote out the form and picking up the
telephone asked the sister if she was free to take some
blood. Unfortunately she was and so I was ushered out of the doctor's room
into the hands of the practice sister and taken off to the treatment room
to have blood taken. As I was going down the corridor I heard the doctor
calling my mom in. He just told her that he thought there was little chance
that I had got something bad and that he was taking blood tests just to
make absolutely sure. I had a small bandage stuck in the crook of my elbow
and we went home.

We had managed to get virtually everything unpacked and put away during the
week, and I had got most of my homework caught up Friday night which meant
that by ten in the morning on Saturday I was free to do my own thing. I
decided to go out and explore the neighbourhood to see what it was like. I
put on my in-line skates and took off down the road. I didn't see too many
other kids around and was beginning to wonder if we were living in an old
age commune. I came to the railway line and followed it down to a main road
and turning left under the rail bridge I came to an open site which had a
bit of a playground in it. I stuck to the road and found another road
leading into the area and following it I found a football club house as
well as a small skate park. I went into the park and as there were only two
others there who were not actually skating at the time I went straight onto
the skating area and began to just practice different tricks and
moves. After about ten minutes one of the other guys there got up and began
skating as well. He was using a skate board and so was doing different
things to what I was doing. I watched him in bits when he was in my line of
vision but could not see too much as I was concentrating on my own
skating. Then the other boy who was there got up and began skating on his
standard skates. I didn't think you could get that type anymore, but
obviously you can still. I gave it a few more minutes and then went and sat
down at the edge so that I could watch the other two.

The guy on the skate board was about the same age as me and seemed to be
about the same height and build. He had soft blond hair which he wore
fairly long, covering his ears but not reaching to his shoulders. He was
wearing a red vest with grey baggy half shorts. Typical skater dress. He
was quiet good on his skate board, but I reckoned that I was better. He was
kind of cute and so I was pretty glad that I was using a different type of
skate to him, as I would like to get to know him better, and so would not
have wanted to show him up on first meeting.

The other boy was about 16 or 17 and very nice looking. He had light brown
hair and was about five, six tall. Slender but muscled, without being over
muscled. He had on cut off jeans which looked like they had been full jeans
which he had cut down himself. They were frayed around what little of the
legs were left and they were not cut even in length. The one leg was about
half an inch longer than the other; not that this meant much as neither was
more than an inch from the crotch. His bulge looked like it might burst
forth at any moment and I was tending to concentrate on it in the hope of
just such an accident. Like the younger boy he also had a vest on, but for
the life of me I cannot remember what colour it was. I guess my
concentration was elsewhere with him. He was using the old style four wheel
skates and was very good on them. I had only tried them once and found them
quite hard to use, so this guy had my admiration for his ability.

I was thinking of trying to introduce myself by bumping into him when he
called across to the younger boy, naming him, Mark, and telling him it was
almost time to get on home.

"Ok Michael," the young Mark replied and so now I knew both their names,
and was quietly pleased that the older boy shared my name; even if I hadn't
been called by its full form for years. I was a little sorry that they were
going to push off soon and wanted to break the ice with them and find out
if they came to the skate area often.

I was given a bit more when Mark suddenly slipped off his board as he tried
to execute a loop at the top of the half pipe and fell down hard with his
board landing squarely on his balls edge first. I jumped up to go and help,
but Michael was quicker than me and soon I was given an eyeful of beautiful
arse when he bent over Mark to see if he was alright. Michael's cut offs
rode up his cheeks a bit and revealed that there was no line to give any
sign of him wearing undies. It's amazing what goes through your mind at
times like these. My first thought was how did he keep his goods inside if
he didn't have undies to hold them in? And then the next thought answered
the question- it was because he was wearing a thong. And all this thinking
went on in the time it took me to get close to them. A couple of seconds at
the most. As I got closer I saw that Michael was giving a bit more of a
hand than you might have thought he would, for he was gently rubbing Mark
in the area where the board had landed and Mark was not protesting. In fact
there was the definite outline of a hard cock under those skater shorts.

"Is he ok?" I asked

"What?" Michael almost jumped. I think he had forgotten I was there. Of
course he also pulled his hand back quickly as well, leaving Mark's cock
tenting his shorts.

"Is Mark going to be ok?" I asked again.

"I'll be alright after a bit. Just a bit of a knock." Mark answered, and
then asked, "How'd you know my name."

"Michael called you just a few moments ago and used your name, just as you
used Michael's and so I heard both your names. My name's Mick by the way."

By this time Mark was trying to get to his feet and Michael leaned forward
to help him get up, brushing his hand over Mark's nipple as he slipped it
under his arm to get the leverage he needed to pull Mark up. As he did this
I clearly saw Mark's cock jump in his shorts -- what a turn on! I was half
hard by now and knew it must be showing, but tried to act as if nothing was
different. Neither Mark nor Michael gave any indication that they noticed
anything though.

"Well we have to be going, nice meeting you." Michael said.

"And you. See you around."

"Yeah. See you." Mark answered. "And thanks for caring."

"It's ok." I replied lamely; wanting really to ask them if they would be
back again some time and if they were gay and if we could do something
together and all that, but not having the courage to do so. Damn us British
and our reserve!

I messed around at the rink for a little longer and then took off doing a
bit more exploring until I finally gave up and went home, making a plan to
scout out the rink again the next day. By the time I got home, I was kind
of hot and sweaty and so decided to take a shower. I went into the bathroom
and stripped off and stepped into the shower. As I stood there with the
needles of water at just the right temperature drilling a tattoo of
pleasure into my back, my mind was filled with the images I had just
experienced with Mark and Michael. Of Michael's cut off jeans showing his
butt cheeks and then of him rubbing Mark to an erection instead of easing
the pain caused by the skate board landing in his groin area. As expected,
my cock rose in acknowledgement of the joy I had received and in
anticipation of the joy I was about to receive. Of course I followed the
natural route and began stroking myself in a leisurely way as the shower
sprayed down on me, massaging my tired muscles.

I reached for the shower gel and pouring some into my right hand I lathered
my cock up to make the pleasure even better. I sank down to the floor and
positioned myself so that the spray would not wash away the soap and this
released my left hand to start feeling over my body and exciting other
zones, finally ending up with a finger up my arse looking for my
prostrate. My mind began to build fantasies of what I would get up to with
Mark and Michael and I became so engrossed in my wank that I was oblivious
to all else. In fact I was so oblivious that I did not hear mom arrive
back, I did not hear her open the bathroom door and look in. I know she
must have seen me because I did hear the door close. I think mom must have
been trying to get the door closed so that I wouldn't notice anything amiss
and so not realise she had seen me, but in her haste to return things to
how they had been the door must have slipped and banged shut rather than
closing gently. It sure did ruin what had otherwise been a wonderful
wank. In fact I couldn't finish and so just got on with my shower and then
found that I had to walk naked to my room as the clothes I had dropped on
the floor were saturated because I hadn't closed the shower door and the
spray went all over them. I stuck my head out the bathroom door and looked
to see if I could see my mom. Yes I know she had seen me naked just
recently, but after today I just could not face her seeing me without
clothes on -- so I checked out for her before I ran from the bathroom to my
room. For some strange reason, I never thought of wrapping a towel
around. I don't know why because I had done that so many times before.

I got to my room and quickly pulled on a pair of cotton shorts and a t
shirt and then went down stairs to find something to eat and drink. I am
after all a teenager. As I stepped into the kitchen, my mom who was around
the corner and out of sight until then turned and greeted me, "Hi Mick. Did
you have a good shower?"

I turned red and could feel my face and neck burning up. "Yes thanks, mom."
Well what else could I say? `Thanks for stuffing my wank for me' or
something similar?

Mom couldn't miss my embarrassment and grinned. "Mick, I know you know that
I saw you in the shower. I'm sorry, it's obviously embarrassed you, but you
should know that I know you do that sort of thing. It's a natural part of
growing up. But I also realise that it is a private part of growing up and
that it is probably mortifying for you to know that I have seen you
masturbating. I want to assure you though that I will not tell anybody else
and I will try and remember not walk in on you again. OK?"

I was still embarrassed, and found it hard to even open my mouth, but mom
was waiting for a reply, "Yes sure mom." And then I turned and walked off
without getting any food or drink. This was going to take some time to sort
out. I went through to the lounge and turned the TV on and began flicking
through the channels to find something suitable to watch. But this was
Saturday evening in England. Unless you enjoyed watching a load of repeats
or soccer there was nothing of any value on.

Mom came through and said that dinner was still an hour away and asked what
I wanted to watch.

"There's nothing on." I complained.

"Why don't you go and pack for staying at Brandon's house then." She
suggested.

"Yeah. I guess now is as good a time as any." I agreed and went off up
stairs to do so.

The association of ideas got me thinking along sexual lines again as I
thought about what it would be like to sleep with Brandon every night for
four whole nights in a row. I couldn't help it. My teenage hormones had
taken over again and I just had to release the tension which had not been
given an outing in the shower. So half packed, my shorts came down and I
flopped back onto the bed and began to service my cock once again. This
time I got to my orgasm before mom popped her head around the door. Shit! I
was such an arse hole that I had not even closed my bedroom door before
jerking off. Mom thought with the door open it was safe to just walk in and
she did just as my cock started pulsing and shooting my wad out. Once was
bad enough. Twice in one day was simply the end of the world. Now she had
seen everything.

"Really Mick! You should have closed your door. With it open I never
thought a thing about just walking in." I think mom was as embarrassed as I
was.

"Sorry mom. I wasn't thinking." I managed to stammer out.

"Well next time have some consideration for your poor mother and close the
door. I will knock if the door is closed."

"Ok mom." Shit I was amazed I could even talk. It was going to be awkward
facing her later. What's more the whole time she was talking I had to just
lie there in full view with cum dribbling out my cock and a good wank
ruined again. I mean, I couldn't even reach for some tissues to clean my
stomach up.

Finally mom walked around the bed to my bedside dresser and pulled a couple
of tissues out the box and handed them to me. "You better get yourself
cleaned up. I came to call you for supper. Get sorted and down to the table
quickly." And she walked out the room.

I got down to supper and mom had already dished up. I sat down in silence
and couldn't bring myself to say anything or to even look her in the eyes.

"Want some white sauce on your cauliflower?" she asked and then burst out
laughing.

I immediately caught the implication of her question and turned red for the
third time in less than two hours. "Mooooooommmmm." I wailed at her.

"Sorry son. I thought that if I made a joke of it, it might help to break
that silence I'm getting for no fault of my own."

"How do you expect me to act? I mean you're my mother and I was ... you
know... doing it."

"You were also doing it in the shower and that didn't stop you talking to
me."

"But in the shower I wasn't ... uh ... you know."

"You mean you hadn't reached your orgasm. Yes I know. That's probably why
you were at it again so soon after."

I couldn't believe this conversation. This is my mom talking to me about my
orgasm!

Shit what next? Full blown sex?

"Mick, I know that you're going through puberty and when that happens you
guys get horny all the time. I also know that you probably wank at least
once every day and as you're gay when you're with Brandon, you probably do
each other. I don't know how much more the two of you get up to. I'm not
sure that I want to know either and so I am not asking. I just hope you
both make sure your safe. I guess what I am trying to say is that even
though your mother has seen you with an erection and even having an
ejaculation, you need not be embarrassed because I already knew all that
was going on."

I could see the logic in what mom was saying and knew that she meant it in
all the best possible ways, but it was still embarrassing and I didn't
really know how to answer her, so I just nodded my head and kept
quiet. Possibly a mistake.

"Mick," mom continued, "Please look at me." I looked up. "I love you. And
there is nothing I can think of that will make me stop loving you. Yes I'm
your mother, but I hope I am also your friend. I want you to feel free to
come and tell me things that excite you and make happy. I also want you to
feel free to ask me for help and advice. And if there is something you
want, I want to know about it. I can't promise to be able to get it all for
you, but I want to try and do some things for you because this is what you
want and not just what I think you might like or want. That is why I
suggested you could go naked in front of me. I want you to be relaxed and
natural. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not suggesting that you do everything
in front of me. Your wanking should still be private, as should what you
get up to with your boy friends be kept private. Do you understand?"

"Yes mom." This time I wasn't going to give her a chance to continue. But I
must admit though I was still embarrassed I was beginning to feel a bit
better about it. "I think I had better go and finish packing for Brandon's
on Monday."

"Ok son."

I got up from the table and headed for my room. It didn't take me long to
finish packing and so I decided to go and watch some TV.  I had not yet set
the TV up in my room as I did not have an aerial connection for it. Mom had
said she would get it sorted out but we really haven't had the time yet. I
sat down and flipped through the channels looking for something, but like
earlier there was nothing but repeats and re-runs or news -- boring. I
didn't feel like playing the x-box either and so was at a bit of a loose
end.  Mom was sitting in the lazy-man chair reading, but must have been
aware of my state because she put the book down and asked, "Where did you
go today?"

"I just went exploring the area. Trying to get to know it. I can walk to
school from here, you know. And there is a skate park nearby also."

"Did you meet anyone in your travels?"

"There were a couple of guys at the skate park. Mark and Michael. Mark fell
and hurt himself, but managed to get up and go off home. Michael must be
his friend and he helped him. I went over to see if I could help, but I
wasn't needed."

"Did they seem like nice folk?"

"They seemed ok. At least they didn't tell me to go when I offered help."

The conversation dwindled to nothing and after a while I said that I was
going to go up to bed. Yes I know it was early on a Saturday night, but
what else can you do when you have no friends nearby?

I got into my room and stripped off my clothes and was climbing into bed
when I noticed a bottle of something on my bedside cabinet with a note
attached. `This might help to make those private times a little nicer --
mom.' Turning the bottle around I saw it was a bottle of baby oil. I burst
out laughing. I think it was half in embarrassment and half in humour. I
walked back downstairs and went into the lounge and gave mom a big hug and
said "Thank you."  She knew what it was about and said something like she
was glad to be of assistance. Which got me laughing again.

"I don't think I really need your help in this, thanks mom." I joked.

Then it was mom's turn to blush as she realised the implication of what she
had said and how it could be taken more than one way. "That's not what I
meant, and you know it. Now take your naked body out of here before I am
forced to tickle it."

I didn't need any more encouragement as I knew what happened when I got
tickled. In fact just thinking about it got my cock hardening. So I went
off back to my room and to an appointment with the bottle of baby oil. This
time I closed the door so that mom wouldn't interrupt.



Well that's it for chapter 10. Chapter 11 will be along in due
time. However I am going away for a bit and it might be a bit longer you'll
have to wait.

Please let me know how you feel about this story. Has it got too many
turns? Or is it pleasing to you?

Write to me at succum241@msn.com

Cheers

Rick