Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2000 21:20:08 EDT
From: Marc P <miniegg69@hotmail.com>
Subject: bisexual/college/corrupting-a-minor-13

CORRUPTING A MINOR

-by Marc P. (email miniegg69@hotmail.com)


CHAPTER 13

I stood in front of the door to Sean's room for much longer than I thought I
would.  I just couldn't rally myself into knocking on the door and coming
face to face with him.  I elicited a few strange looks of other students who
passed me in the hallway.  I tried to look as casual as I could, but it's
pretty hard to be inconspicuous when you are staring at a closed door in the
middle of the afternoon in a cast, not to mention the fact that I wasn't
really standing all that well owing to the fact that I was doped up on
painkillers.

What exactly I was afraid of, I couldn't quite put my finger on.  Did I
think that Sean would outright reject me and not even talk to me?  Did I
think that he would profess his love again and I wouldn't be able to handle
it?  I didn't really know.  But I was soon going to have to find out.

After the fourth awkward smile and wave to a passer-by, I screwed up my
courage and knocked on the door.  To my chagrin I heard Chatham's bellowing
voice call "come in."  I opened the door and cautiously stepped inside.
Chatham was sprawled on the bed in a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt that
was torn in multiple places.  Sean was sitting on his desk chair, drying his
hair with a towel.  He was wearing only a pair of jeans.  I again found
myself instantly drawn to his bare, hairless chest, smooth and tan, a few
droplets of water still clinging to his freshly cleaned skin.  My heart did
a little somersault in my chest, I think partially from fear but partially
from love or lust.  Which of those two lovely L-words it was I had yet to
determine.  And I told myself that I had dragged my poor battered body here
to find out.

Sean stared at me intensely; not a menacing gaze, but one that was filled
with seriousness and sadness.  I just stared back, frozen in place.  Chatham
broke our reverie.

"Woah, Marc, dude," he said, looking at my cast.  "What the hell happened to
you?  I know you pummeled the little cocksucker here good, but he didn't
tell me he got you back."

Sean and I didn't break our gaze, but Sean's facial expression turned to
confusion.  "I didn't get him back," he said quizzically.

"Then how'd you fuck up your hand?  Break it on his ugly little face?"
Chatham guffawed.

"No.  I punched a wall," I said bluntly.  "Can you leave us alone, please?"

"Hey man, you've got your own room, and this one is mine.  I ain't going
anywhere."

I whipped my head around and glared at Chatham.  "Can you please just get
the fuck out?  I'm not in the mood to deal with your crap today.  Okay?"

Surprisingly, Chatham agreed to go without any more complaints.  "'Sokay,
man.  I'm going," he said as he pulled himself off the bed, and I couldn't
help but notice it looked he was freeballing it in his sweats.  "I'm hungry
anyway.  I need to grab me some dinner."  Chatham slipped on a pair of
sandals and went to the door.  Then he turned back around to face me.  "Oh,
you're not planning on fucking him, are you?  Cuz I don't want the place
smelling like cum all night."

I shot him another glare.  "Just leave, asshole.  Or maybe I'll fuck you
instead."  Chatham shrugged and made some obscene gesture to Sean as the
door closed behind him.  I turned back to the freshman god who was seated
before me.  "Has he been that bad lately?" I asked.

"It's been getting worse and worse," Sean answered flatly.

"Can I sit?" I asked.  He silently motioned towards the bed.  I perched
myself on the edge.  We sat quietly for a few moments.

"So, how's your face?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"It's ok," he replied.  "How's your hand?"

"It hurts.  It'll be fine in a few days."  Dammit this small talk needed to
end right then and there.  But I really didn't know where to start.  So we
sat in silence some more.

"What do you want?" Sean finally said.  There wasn't much warmth to his
tone.  Not that I had been expecting any.

"Well," I started.  "I came here because I thought, well, Julie said that I
should . . . what I wanted to do was . . ." I needed to stop babbling and
get to my point.  I stopped talking and sighed.  Sean raised his eyebrow
inquisitively, as if to say `go on.'

I sighed in frustration.  "You know, this would be a hell of a lot easier if
you were a woman," I blurted out.

"Huh?"  He looked at me confused.  He was down right adorable when he was
confused.  But I didn't stop to notice, because all of a sudden something
clicked in my feeble brain.  I knew what it was that I had to say, and how
to say it.  I was finally able to put words to what it was that was wrong.

"Easier if you were a woman," I repeated.  "Listen, if you were a girl then
I'd have two simple choices, you or Julie.  If I decided that you were the
love of my life, I'd break it off with Julie and we'd go riding off into the
fucking sunset.  And if I decided that Julie were the love of my life, I
could pass of our relationship as a sordid affair, say `sorry, it's been
great but I have to go back to my fiancé.'  Wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am.  But
it's a little more complicated than that.  First of all, you are not a
woman.  And no matter how hard I try to pretend that that doesn't matter, it
really does matter.  A hell of a lot."

Sean, who had been listening intently, interrupted me.  "Why?" he asked.
"Why should it matter?"

"It matters because I'm not choosing between to two relationships.  I'm
choosing between two aspects of my sexuality.  I can't ignore the fact that
you have a penis.  If I go ahead and marry Julie, I'll never know if it's
because I was sure that she was the one I wanted to commit to living the
rest of my life out with, or if it was because I was too afraid to have a
relationship with a man.  Because, Sean, let's face it, I'd have a hell of a
lot easier time in society marrying a woman and living a traditional
lifestyle than staying with you.  And I don't want to make any decision
based on that fact, but I am finding it impossible to ignore.  I'm not that
strong a person.  I'm sorry, but I'm just not."

Sean looked down at his hands, which he had clenched in his lap during my
explanation.  "So, what you're saying," he said, not looking up, "is that
the fact that I'm a guy is keeping us apart."

"No, that's not what I'm saying.  I'm saying that I can't know what I want.
Don't you see, for me choosing between you and Julie is tantamount to
choosing my sexuality.  And I don't know how to deal with this.  I just
don't fucking know."  I slumped back against the wall.

Sean looked up at me.  "Pretend I'm a woman."

"What?"

"If I actually were a woman, what would you do?  No questions of sexuality,
no questions of future lifestyle, nothing like that.  If I were the `other
woman,' what would you do?  Right now, Marc, what would you do?"

And that was the problem all these weeks, although it wasn't really a
problem per se.  This whole time, I knew what I'd do if he were a woman.

"I'd marry Julie," I said.

Sean looked crushed.  He slouched back in his chair and clenched his swollen
face to keep the tears from welling up in his eyes.  He didn't do a very
good job at it, but he did try.  And from his expression, I figured he knew
that that was the answer that was coming.  He just needed to deal with the
reality of it.

He sniffed.  "Then marry Julie."  He paused.  "Look, I'm sorry about all
those horrible things I said about her.  I really didn't mean any of them.
I just had this sick schoolboy fantasy that if I got you mad at her you'd
leave her and come to me.  But I don't want to stand in your way.  It's not
right and it's selfish.  I love you, Marc, I honest to God love you. But I
have no right to ruin your life, and that's what I've been doing.  I want
you to marry Julie."

"Except she broke off the engagement."

"Come again?" Sean asked, flabbergasted.

"She broke off the engagement.  I have to ask her again when I've made up my
mind, if that's what I choose."

"If that's what you choose?"  I think he was still confused.

"I haven't decided what to do yet.  What I have decided is that I need some
time to make up my mind, with no pressure.  From you, or from Julie.  Do you
understand?"  He nodded slowly.  And I knew what he understood.  That I was
just prolonging what would be my ultimate decision, that I would marry
Julie.  I just couldn't seem to bring myself to leave Sean all together and
I sure as hell didn't know why.  I grasped his bare upper arm with my good
hand.  I stroked it gently as we gazed into each other's eyes.  I leaned in
and pressed my lips against his.  A kiss goodbye.

And then the door came crashing open and Chatham came bounding in.  Sean and
I quickly broke our kiss and separated.  "Well, looks like I caught the
little faggots in the dirty act itself, didn't I?"  He chuckled heartily,
then lewdly grabbed his crotch.  "So which one of you pansies is going to
suck me off first?  How about you, Marc?  Then when you leave I can use my
little cocksucking roommate to my hearts content, eh? "

"Anyone ever tell you that you're an asshole, Chatham?" I asked.  "Besides,
I already told you I didn't need your crap today."

"Then leave me and my roomie here alone and you don't have to deal with my
crap."  He laughed and grabbed his crotch again.
"I think it's about time I got to use the little shit, don't you?  I mean,
what's the good of having a fairy for a roommate if you can't fuck him every
now and then."

He was infuriating me.  I didn't know why he chose this time to be a bigger
dick than usual.  Sean had mentioned that he'd been getting worse, that the
initial command we had over him after the blackmailing incident in December
had been wearing off.  I could have just brought up the pictures and we'd
have been done with it.  But no, I, in my infinite wisdom, had to pursue the
road less traveled.

"Maybe it's time that Sean used your ass, instead of the other way around?"
I spat.  Of course, why I was getting into this with a broken hand, I had no
idea.  If the big oaf decided to hit me I really wouldn't be able to fight
back.  And I had firsthand knowledge that Sean wasn't particularly good in
battle.  Yet for some reason I was egging him on.  Adventure?  Stupidity?

"Yeah, like I'd ever let the faggot do that one."

"Do you think you could stop using that word?  It's beginning to piss me
off."

"What word?  Faggot?" he asked snidely.   I glared.  "You don't like that
word, do you, faggot?  Faggot."

"That's it," I said, "Sean, get something to tie his hands with.  It's time
he got his ass whipped."  Chatham just stood there laughing like a madman.
And I don't quite know what I was expecting to do.  But I do work well on
the fly, so I decided to wing it.  Sean stared, slack-jawed, at my command.
"What the hell are you staring at, Sean?  I said get something to tie his
hands with.  Like a necktie or something."  He didn't move.  Chatham
continued to laugh.  "Don't just stand there, you putz!" I cried.

"Oh, this is going to be good," Chatham laughed.  "The pansy and the crip."

"Put your hands behind your back," I said calmly.  You have to exude
confidence in situations like this, I told myself, because this fuck has
forty pounds and several inches on you, easy.

Chatham chuckled again.  "Put my hands behind my back?  I don't think so."

I quickly reached out and grabbed his crotch with my good hands.  My earlier
suspicions were correct, he wasn't wearing anything under his sweats.  I
squeezed his balls in my fist as hard as could, twisting and pulling down on
them.  Chatham shrieked.  "I said put your hands behind your back, fucker,"
I hissed.

Sean's jaw dropped even farther.  Chatham put his hands on my shoulders and
tried to push me off.  I squeezed even harder and yanked down with all my
strength. "Get your paws off of me, you shithead, or I'll tear these
motherfuckers off!"  Instantly, and much to my surprise I will add, Chatham
immediately let go of me.  I eased off his nutsack a bit.  I must have
shocked him pretty damn good, because I know that all he would have had to
do was give me a shove and I would have fallen backwards.  It might have
hurt something fierce but he also neglected the fact that I was pretty doped
up on painkillers too, so I wouldn't be a worthy opponent in the least.
Nevertheless, he stood there docile, fear plastered across his face.

"Put your hands behind your back," I said again, calmly.  He didn't move and
gave him another quick squeeze, which made him instantly put his hands
behind his back.  I clearly had the upper hand.  I called to Sean, "Tie him
up."  Sean stood dazed for a second and then galvanized.  He ran to his
closet and produced one garish looking necktie.  Well, he was a college
student after all, what the hell did he need a tie for?  Deftly, Sean bound
his roommate's hands behind his back.

"What are you going to do to him?" Sean asked cautiously.

"You'll see," I smirked.  I dragged Chatham by his balls to the bed and then
roughly shoved him down on his back, so his bound hands were underneath him.
  I leaped onto his chest and straddled it, staring down at his face.  He
was slowly regaining his awareness of the situation, and the fact that he
could easily fling me off and retake control.  I couldn't let him do that.
"Sean, take off his pants," I commanded.  Sean moved in to pull off
Chatham's sweatpants.  I heard him yelp as Chatham lashed out and kicked
Sean in the chest.

I reached behind me and brought my fist crashing into Chatham's testicles.
He cried out in pain.  "Don't kick him again," I said.  I didn't need to
offer a petty threat.  He knew what would happen if he kicked out one more
time.  Sean slowly pulled his roommates pants off of him, revealing his
thick, hairy legs, as well as his flaccid cock and brutalized balls.
Chatham swallowed hard.

I leaned over and looked Chatham straight in the eye.  "Now, you fucking
pig," I began, "I want you to apologize to Sean for treating him like a
piece of shit.  Can you do that?"

There was still defiance in Chatham's eyes.  I think he was trying to figure
out how he could get out of this position.  And there were many ways, easy
ways.  I had to break him and quick.  I took his vacillation as
noncompliance and I reached behind me again and slapped his balls with my
open palm three times in rapid succession.  He shrieked in agony again and I
felt his body go limp beneath me.  Tears began to form at the corner of his
eyes.

"Well?" I asked, "Are you going to apologize?"

"I'm sorry, Sean," he said, panting heavily.

"I don't think you mean it," I spat, and slapped him twice more.  He started
to sob openly.

"Sean, I'm really sorry I've been treating you like a piece of shit.  I
promise I'll stop doing it.  I promise, I'm really, really sorry."  He was
breathing really heavily now.

"I still don't believe you," I said, and reached down and grasped his
swollen balls in my fist.  I pumped them a few times in my hands they way
you'd pump a rubber stress ball.  Chatham started to choke from the agony.

"Marc, stop it," Sean pleaded from the foot of the bed.  "You're really
hurting him, I think."

"Don't you think he deserves it?" I asked.  Then I looked down at Chatham.
"Don't you deserve it, you dickless cunt?"

"Yes, yes, I deserve it," Chatham sobbed.

"See, even he thinks he deserves it."  Just then, Chatham tried to buck me
off of his chest.  I didn't lose my balance and backhanded him across his
face with all my strength.  His head whipped sidewise and a red welt began
to almost instantly form where my hand made contact with his cheek.  "Don't
even think about doing that again, you goddamn piece of crap."  I turned to
Sean.  "Go get some lube.  It's time you took this fucker's cherry."
Chatham squirmed underneath me and slapped his nuts again, really hard.  "I
said don't do that again!"

"Marc, I don't want to fuck him," Sean said.

"I think he want's you do fuck him, though.  Don't you Chatham?"  He just
whimpered.  "I think that he fucked with you all year and now it's time for
you fuck with him."

"This is sick, Marc."

"Look at that ass.  Tell me you don't want to fuck that ass, that you
haven't dreamed about what it would be like to slide your dick up his tight
hole and fuck his brains out.  Not to mention the fact that he gave you one
hell of a time this year.  Wouldn't it be sweet revenge?"

"I don't want revenge," Sean answered, sullenly.

"But he wants you to do it.  Tell him, Chatham.  Tell your roommate that
after all the times you fucked with him, now you want him to fuck you back."

Chatham looked tearfully up at me, then clearing his throat and closing his
eyes he whispered, "I want you to fuck me, Sean."  I smiled and gently
patted his face.  He was crying openly now.

Sean looked down at his roommate, lying spread-eagle on the bed, his hairy
dick and balls resting on his stomach, his ass peaking out from underneath.
I knew that Sean wanted it, Julie and I had taught him well.  Sex was power
and power meant everything.  And right now we had the power over Chatham.
And I think he kind of wanted to do it out of the sheer enjoyment of getting
to plow a virgin ass.  And like I've said before, if he dropped a few
pounds, Chatham could be quiet the stud.

Sean went to his bureau and pulled out a tube of KY and walked back over to
the foot of the bed.  He slowly lowered his pants and boxers.  He already
had a hard-on.  Despite his protests, I knew he wanted to do this.  I knew
him well enough.  He dropped a glob of lube onto his hand and coated his
hard cock.  Then he took another glob and moved in on Chatham's ass.

He whimpered under me, and muttered, "Please, Sean, don't do this.  I'm
really sorry.  Please don't fuck me."

Sean either didn't hear him or downright ignored him.  Chatham squirmed as
Sean inserted his slippery finger into his roommate's tight, virgin hole.
He probed around the hairy opening a bit and then slipped his finger all the
way in.  Chatham gasped.  After a few minutes of prodding, Sean inserted a
second finger.  Chatham gasped again, fidgeting uncomfortably.

"Take it like a man," I said, and slapped his balls once more.  Chatham
whined, but stopped wriggling.  Sean grasped Chatham's ankles and hoisted
them up into the air, and he positioned his cock at the entrance to
Chatham's slimy opening.  He let out an agonizing cry of pain as Sean
roughly trust his cock into the football player's tight hole.

"Oh, fuck, Marc," Sean moaned, "he's really tight."  He started to slowly
slide in and out.  Chatham clenched his eyes and grimaced in pain.  "This is
fucking great."

I leaned closer to his face and whispered breathily, "It hurts, doesn't it?"
  He nodded slowly.  "You don't like, do you?"  He shook his head.  "Open
your eyes."  Chatham did reluctantly.  "Now open your mouth."  He hesitated
as he didn't know what I was going to do.  When he saw that my own member,
which was straining to get out of my pants, was still covered, he hesitantly
opened his mouth.  I let him stay that way for a few minutes, let him savor
the intense hatred for this piece of shit that was building up in my face.
And I hocked up nice wad of saliva and phlegm and I spit it into his gaping
mouth.  "Now swallow it, bitch."  He choked a bit because he wasn't
expecting it, but then easily swallowed my spit.  "That's to let you know
that you are lowlife scum, just in case you might have forgotten."

I decided he most likely wasn't going anywhere and I was getting tired of
sitting on top of him.  I climbed off of his chest and in doing so noticed
that the assplowing that Sean was giving him was making him semi-hard.  I
gave his cock a few tugs and he shuttered.  "Enjoying it, now, are we?" I
smirked.  Chatham stayed silent, except for the occasional grunt.

Slouching in a chair, I took in the scene before me.  Chatham's big jock
body was lying still on the bed, his hands tied behind him, mostly likely
digging painfully into his lower back, especially when I had been sitting on
him.  And behind this large, muscular boy was his fit, lithe roommate, tan
and chiseled and plowing his ass mercilessly.  Sean shined beautifully in
the artificial light from the dorm lighting, his pants around his ankles,
his brow knit, his sculpted chest heaving up and down and glistening with
sweat.  He was slowly working his thick cock in and out of his roommates
tight hole.  His eyes were closed and his mouth was parted ever so slightly,
his head tilted slightly back.  I wondered what he was thinking, if in his
mind he were fucking his roommate.  Or if he were fantasizing about fucking
someone else, like me or Julie.  He wasn't being that rough with him, and
from the look on his face I was guessing it was me.

I casually rubbed my own hard prick through my jeans.  I was definitely
getting off on this.  I could hear Sean's balls slap against Chatham's ass
with each stroke, hear the slapping noise above the soft moans that came
from both of them.  Chatham's groaning was actually taking on a more
pleasurable tone and his cock was standing at full attention.  Sean must
have found that wonderful male G-spot.  Good for him.  I wanted Chatham not
only to be fucked, but to be forced to enjoy it.  That should send his
straight jock mind for a loop.

Sean was getting close, I could tell, because he quickened up the pace, and
started to let out a string of expletives under his breath.  His tight boy
butt was so adorable as it clenched and loosened with each thrust.  I just
want to pinch and rub and lick it up and down, but I knew that I needed to
calm down my libido.  It was my insatiable sex drive that had gotten me into
most of my problems lately, with Sean and Julie.  And I needed to calm the
fuck down.

Sean let out a cry of pure, unadulterated pleasure as the orgasm hit him.
"Oh Christ, here it comes!" he cried as his whole body convulsed and his
shot his creamy boy jizz into Chatham's waiting asshole.    It seemed like
he came for days as his body twitched and writhed.  He dropped Chatham's
legs and collapsed onto his chest, laying there prone and panting.

After a few moments Chatham started to wriggle under Sean.  "Get the fuck
off me, you dickhead!" he cried suddenly.  He bucked and Sean sat up,
extracting his softening cock with a resounding pop.  Chatham looked like he
was going to blow.  I needed to defuse the situation.  I got up from the
chair and walked over to the bed.

Sean pulled his pants back up.  I looked over to him.  "Have a good time?" I
asked.

"The best," he smiled.  "You've got a nice tight ass there, Chatham.  We
should do this again sometime."

"Looks like your cock had fun," I said to Chatham and gave it a few more
tugs.  He instantly settled down and glared, unsteadily.  "How are these
feeling?"  I gave his balls another squeeze.  He groaned in pain.  "Think
they're too sore to cum?"

"What?"

"I said do you think you can cum?"  I didn't give him the opportunity to
answer the question.  I just grasped his shaft in my hand and started to
pump it rapidly.  "So you're little faggot roommate pumps your ass full of
his sperm, and you got off on it?  Kind of ironic isn't it?"  His breathing
increased as I continued to stroke him off feverishly.  Even though his
balls were sore from all the times I attacked them, I could tell they were
tightening up.  He was going to be ready to shoot soon.  "I wonder what that
makes you?" I goaded.  "I guess it makes you a faggot's fuck toy, wouldn't
it?"

I kept on stroking him faster and faster, running my hand down his shaft,
and over his swollen mushroom head.  He came quickly and violently.  He
started to buck on the bed as his hips rose up to meet my hand.  Torrents of
cum shot out of his piss-slit and splashed over his stomach and T-shirt.
The last of his juices dribbled over my hand and his cock, and into his
bushy pubes, which were already matted down with sweat from his anal
workout.

"You got my hand dirty, you bitch," I said.  I thrust my hand in front of
his face.  "Clean it!"  Chatham was definitely broken.  Without the smallest
of pauses he stuck his tongue out and licked his cum off my hand.  "Good
boy.  Not get up."  Sean and I helped him to his feet.  He was standing a
little funny, I'm sure his ass was sore.  I turned him around to untie his
hands I saw Sean's cum slowly leaking out of his ass and dripping down his
thigh.  That made me smile.  I untied his hands and he whipped around, fist
raised, face flushed with ire.

"You little motherfucking sonofabitch!" he cried.

I held up a scolding finger and he instantly stopped his punch.  "Now you
listen to me, you shit.  You touch me or him, now or ever, and those
pictures we took of you last term get out all over campus.  Your teammates,
your buddies, and don't think I won't send them to your parents, because I'm
just that cruel a bastard.  Do you understand, cunt-wad?"

Slowly Chatham lowered his fist.  He glared at the both of us as he bent
down slowly to put back on his sweatpants.

"So how's if feel to be fucked over by a pansy and crip?" Sean asked.  "That
is what you called us, wasn't it?"  Chatham just shot more angry glares.  He
slammed the door on his way out.  Where he was going I didn't know and I
didn't really care.

Sean stood staring at the door.  I walked up behind him and wrapped my good
arm around his waist, and rested my chin on his shoulder.  "Did you enjoy
that?" I asked.  "Serves the fucker right.  He had it coming."

"Marc, I'm scared."

"Don't be," I said, giving him a quick kiss on the neck.  "He's not going to
touch you anymore.  I can guarantee that.  He's got too much at stake."

"No, it's not that," he answered.

"Are you scared that you enjoyed that more than you should have?"  I gave
him another brief peck on the neck.

"No, I'm scared that I'm more in love with you than I should be."

I slowly rubbed his stomach.  "And that's the same thing I've been afraid of
all this time as well."  I moved my hand down to his groin and rubbed his
cock through the fabric of his pants.  He quickly got hard.  At the same
time and pressed my own crotch against his ass and slowly started to grind
it into his crack.

"Marc, stop," he moaned.

I ignored him and instead just rubbed him harder and faster through his
pants.  I also increased the speed that I was dry humping his butt.  I
pressed my lips into the crook of his neck and tasted his salty skin,
licking and sucking feverishly.  He started to groan with pleasure.  He
began to press his crotch into my hand as I palmed his groin.  I could feel
him tighten and twitch, and then his cock spasmed and I felt his pants
slowly become warm and wet as he unleashed his second load for the
afternoon.  I shot my own load into my shorts shortly after as well, and my
whole body convulsed, almost spilling me to the floor, my legs were so weak.

As our breathing returned to normal I turned Sean around to look him in the
eye.  He tenderly touched my cheek.  He looked as if he were going to kiss
me, but then he looked down at the wet spot in my pants.  I followed his
gaze down and saw his.  We broke into hysterical laughter, completely
ruining the moment, yet somehow I was thankful to be out of it.

"Are you hungry?" I asked.  "We should go grab some dinner."

Sean nodded.  "But first I think we need to change our pants."  We both
laughed again.

Somehow, some way or another, things were comfortable between us again.  Not
perfect, but livable.  I knew that I needed to wean my way off of Sean, but
I just couldn't do it.  Only now that things were better, I could worry
about more pressing issues, like finishing my thesis with a broken hand or
my upcoming drug possession trial.

But tonight, the only thing I was going to worry about was dinner.



To Be Continued . . .

As always, thanks for all the support I'm getting for this series.  I really
appreciate all the input I've been receiving.  And remember, comments and
suggestions are always welcomed.


Marc
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