Date: Wed, 29 Jan 2003 17:13:53 -0500 From: paul paris Subject: Cleaning the specacles 3 My stories start with; "This is fiction. None of it is true." Well after some emails all suggesting the same thing I will start this the following way. This story is fiction or is it? You decide. In some stories we all go through what is a wish or a hidden secret. We hope it is or will come true. Because this is about the relationship between a man and a boy this is something that we all can wish and fear about. The one's who read this section in Nifty would have to make up their own minds. Don't get me wrong but I never can agree that blatant abuse of boys is just another day's work. It is not. Loving them with true feelings and honesty that is reciprocated is hard to imagine but that's why I ask you to decide if it is true or Fiction. I am sorry to offend anyone and Nifty has other sites to choose from. I hope that all other things apply. Most of all, understanding. I have the copyright so please ask if you wish to reproduce this for any reason. Comments are welcome but flames will be ignored. I hope this touches the heartstrings of the readers and allows you to decide if it's true or not. Cleaning the Spectacles. Part 3 I was in bed when I heard Russell's feet. I was fresh and clean yet even though I wanted to sleep my heart was pumping at the thought of company. Russell had not bothered to dress. He was just carrying his shirt and boxers over his arm. I watched while he folded them over the chair then go to the bathroom. A steady stream of the pre bed fluid was escaping him and I was getting anxious that I was going to sleep before he joined me. In the small light I saw him. He was all done and clean. I say clean but he had missed that last drop of toothpaste and that now was running down his chin. Russell walked to the bed looking worried. "Shall I stay with you or would it be better if I used the small bed?" I just pulled the covers back and he could see that I was over lee excited to see him. Russell slipped between the sheets. He was not that cold but we moulded into each other. It was wonderful to lay back with a head resting on my chest and a hand feeling me like a blind man reads Braille. Russell tried to help my excitement and I could tell that he was not experienced. His fingers tried to hold me while he stroked up and down but he was not sure if he was doing it right. I was frozen when he slipped the sheet back and I watched as he tried to progress that one bit further by moving down to look at it. His lips parted and he tried so hard to open wide for me. His tongue moved out of the way when he guided me into his mouth and that caused me to take a deep breath. It was strange to feel this 15-year-old boy giving me what I had given him. Up and down he went causing great excitement within me. He kept his teeth back all the while the feelings increased. "Russell you don't want to keep doing that my love. I am close to coming and I don't want anything bad to happen. Please lets take this easy." I was ignored. Russell was getting into the routine. I could not help myself from pushing into him as he sucked. "That's so good but please don't keep it in. Rub it. I don't want you to be sick. We can work up to this please." It happened. I was exploding into his mouth. I could see him gag while I just kept pumping. He had to pull away for breath and a few remains ran over his face. I watched him swallow while drips ran down his face. One large one fastened itself to his hair and he was panting and suffering as time went on. "I did it David. I have you in both ends now after just one day. White streaks were slipping from the side of his mouth. I took him to me and we kissed tasting the sperm that only a few seconds earlier I had emptied into him. I used some tissues to clear the remnants. He was snuggled against me with the biggest smile I have ever seen. I went to get a towel to clean Russell up. I wiped him dry and even got the lump from his hair. I took him into my arms and we both realised just what we had done for one another. That night was one long sleep. We both just encircled each other and slept. I was awake first looking over at the boy who still had the remains of the excitement from the night before. I took a quick shower downstairs then lay out a few things for the day. I heard Russell stir and started to make breakfast. From the corner of my eye the boy leaned against the doorframe. It was then that the light showed what he had done and just how super he looked without the pubic hair. It was not much but it was enough to make me feel awkward about our friendship. I held two jars in either hand when Russell came to me. It would be hard to try and explain how Jam and Marmalade could wrap themselves around this boy all the while remaining closed with what he was doing. "Russell, you better shower because we have things to do and I cannot stay with you like this all day." Russell looked at me with a sorry look. He was hard but unhappy. I had to wonder if he was naked at home or just here? I placed the jars down and took his hand. I was soft with the touch and led him to the bathroom. I ran the water while Russell sat on the toilet seat looking at the multi colours made by the hot water on the shower cubical. I helped him in saying he had so little time with which to complete his task. "David I love you so very much. You understand that don't you?" I managed to stroke his face while the water ran through his hair. "Russell when you have finished I have your clothes already out in the living room. Shout and we can both go through them and I know that you will have a great deal of questions to ask." I prepared breakfast listening to the combination of water and song. When the water stopped the food was ready to eat, Russell knew that. He ran into the kitchen, towel draped around his waist looking at the plate filled with a breakfast I always remembered. It was demolished in minutes with the toast. All the drinks were emptied. I watched as he washed up hoping that my wish would come true. I wanted so much for the towel to fall leaving him naked before me. I could not bring myself to realise that all I had to do was ask and it would happen. With one coffee mug, mine, still full Russell looked at me and I patted my lap for the boy to sit on it. "If we have visitors I will not do this when they are here." "Why? I wont be embarrassed. It's kind of nice to have the affection when you have not been used to it. I do not think that we should be naked. That might be just taking things to far." I looked at him. "Russell I thought our love would show anyone at all that we were in love with each other. Never mind I do understand." I was shocked. It was Russell who was trying his best to save my feelings in front of strangers. He thought that being naked with him and allowing others to watch was something that we would keep to ourselves. He was happy to do things just as long as I was. This boy was growing on me every second, every minute and every hour that we were together. Now it was time to show Russell just what he had to wear. Today was school visit day. He was being enrolled. I was very choosy and I gave him the silk boxers he took from my drawer that very first time. I helped him with his socks planting a kiss after each piece of clothing was adorned. The shirt was very smart and I could tell that it was not going to be white when he got home so had already made plans with the laundry to clean, wash and press the school clothing just to get us going. Grey trousers that he was not sure about being that he was used to the white training bottoms with paint on them was all he had. The tie was Red and the Jacket matched. I took a picture for his mum. "David I look like a queer." I never before had noticed that even after everything we had done he was still adamant that he was no different than before. I was hurt and I did not want to show it. Russell saw it though and asked me what was wrong. I never said a word and he started to demand to know. "Russell in this house you never demand anything. Do not ever talk to me like that again. You may have spoken like that at home but this is different. I am getting a coffee. You want to go back to how you were then fine we will pack after my coffee. Answer the door please while I go to the kitchen." It was a while before Russell came into the kitchen. He was carrying 2 large folders. He sat at the table with me and I passed the letter that his mum had signed allowing me to become his guardian, all his school records and letters from his family all of whom said that they would miss him. "Yeah what a load of crap. All my brother and sisters wanted was a free babysitter and a big brother when they were in trouble. Mum knew that if I was given the chance I would leave home. I could never better myself there. Now if we are to have happiness don't you think that we should talk when things are wrong? I want to know what I did wrong? Did I not, was I not the sexual boy you expected? What do I have to do?" I was in limbo. My arm was raised. The cup was lifted. I was looking at Russell and was sure that I did not know who the boy across the table was. It hurt to hear all these things. It was so sad to think that Russell had made his mind up to return home. It even hurt to see the anger come out that I was told of but believed it never would happen. "Well what have I done wrong. Do I need to strip off and let you fuck me? Is that what you expect." That was the moment when Russell saw me cry with all my heart. It was like a pressure cooker and the valve had exploded. The cup was placed on the table and I wanted to rest my head on my arms. I could feel the tears falling and I heard them dropping into the coffee. It was a very painful time to cry and it was also something I never wanted to feel. Russell's face moved up and down tracing the tears when they fell. He was totally confused but then so was I. "David. I have made a big mistake haven't I? I will go and change. I will pack then if you will take me to the station then I will go home. I am giving you this back because I do not deserve it. I am sorry." Russell stood and took off his watch. Yes it was his. He rested it in front of me. Just as he went to take his jacket off I spoke. "Russell leave it on. We have to go to your new school. Unless you don't know how to tell the time then I will take the watch back. But only if you cannot tell the time. If you can, put it on. Finally I have feelings about you and I know what we have done. I do not need you to do anything else. We will have bad days but I don't give up that easy. I do not think that today will be the last day that you see me cry but I hope that it will be under different circumstances. I now know what our relationship will have to be like. You must get your bed free and we will start to know each other all over again. I am doing this for your good not mine. Do I want to fuck you? Silly question. Did you make love to me? Oh yes and very well. I expect that your statement of being a Queer is about right unless that's what you did with Ray and thought that it was to be done with me. You are very special Russell. I won't ever touch you again I don't need to. I am doing all this just to give you th! e new start you wanted. Now what do we do now? We have to be at the school in 20 minutes but you can go home to mum." He took back the watch. The jacket remained and he washed up the cup. I pulled the car in front and was proud to see Russell even after the fight looking clean and smart. "David I can tell you would rather have me naked driving along. If this is real then don't we have to be honest with each other?" I looked at him quickly. "Russell you know the answer to that question. Of course I would but people in love have those funny feelings. I did not realise that you felt so strange about my feelings after all we have gone through. I am sorry. We are coming to the school so we will talk more when we go home or we can leave things as they are. You are safe Russell. All the time you give me your trust then you can be sure that your happiness is guaranteed." We drove up a drive to an old building. Ivy covered the walls and the timbers had all been re-painted. The gravel crunched beneath the tyres when we parked and a boy came to meet us. "Hello sir. My name is Paul Robins. I am 14. I have been asked to take you to the headmaster then give the boy a tour of the school." "Well Paul Robins, the boy is called Russell Garrik and he is 15. I know my way to the headmaster's office so perhaps if Russell is ready he can go with you now. He will be here for lunch I think but that's all down to him. Mrs Hawk will be his teacher so you know as much as I do." "Mrs Hawks is my teacher as well. Thank you sir. We will make our way to the far side of the school first." I made my way to the entrance hall but was distracted by a shout from outside. Running to me was Russell. It looked to be important so I waited just outside. "David, I never gave you a kiss and told you I loved you." I never saw the boys who passed us or Paul who looked on. Russell was clear with his feelings. His actions said nothing more than what he wanted. "You do not think that I will stay in that small bed when I have you do you?" Russell was gone. I did not really understand but it was a relief to know that something had happened. I saw the headmaster standing just out of his office. It had been some time since we last met. I gave him the records before saying a word more. "Good morning David. I have the papers. Russell is like most boys here so we can deal with this on a daily basis. I got the funds you sent and all we needed to know was if he was staying here or at your home?" After this morning I wanted to say at the school but I gathered myself to say that it will be down to Russell. The head was pleased that he had some say, the boy that is. Coffee was brought through and we spoke at great length about what Russell was like. It was a story that he had heard so many times before. Most children, teenagers had difficulties when they had to confront the troubles that existed while they read and write. We both walked the corridors that I remember so well. There was still the dreaded picture hung on the wall that showed me receiving the cup for spelling against 11 other schools. It had never been repeated but they tried. The Head lingered. "You don't look a day older compared with your picture." We took a walk to the dining hall and I was honoured to have a seat with the masters on top table. Just after we sat down the boys arrived, much quieter that at my time. I looked around to see Russell who was still with Paul being introduced to the other older boys. He looked right in place something the headmaster was quick to notice. "Right boys can we have some quiet. I said that we had a surprise." I was dreading the next few words. "The school has entered the spelling tournament. Can we win this year?" A thunderous shout of "YEAH" echoed through the room. "You know you have a hard task and we have only ever had one winner from the school. That year was our finest achievement. Well Boys we do have a surprise. The boy who won and I hope you have all see his picture has come back to see us." The headmaster reached for my arm but I just stood. The hall went mad with cheers and various comments, I even saw Russell looking at me. The head boy brought my framed picture from its place of honour asking me to sign it. I did. "Today we hope that a young man Russell Garrik will join us. He is being given a scholarship by our illustrious spelling champ and we hope that he will feel happy to be party of our small group. Russell please stand and take a bow." A 15 year old taking a bow was not a good thing but the older boys all waved their appreciation and then praised him for knowing the spelling master. Through the lunch many boys came forwards for autographs in books that we all had. I still got mine. I managed 4 teachers the nurse and Mrs Hunt the school cook. Make friends with the cook and you will never have an empty belly. While the other ate porridge I served master then enjoyed what they had. It ranged from scrambled eggs to sausages and bacon. Toast and as many slices as I liked and mugs of tea not the watered down juice we had. Word soon got around that Russell and I were some way connected. Paul even said that he had warned the two boys close by when Russell kissed me had been told to stay quiet or else. "Sir, Just because we don't speak or spell to well some of us show our feelings in many different ways. We don't like boys who try and tell stories even when they are false. Russell told me that you were the greatest friends. He might just have said lovers. He was describing what that meant. This is our secret. I have no father so having a man who is a friend is grand by me. Most people would hate this action but we have very few things to hold on to and the love we have for each other is one." I took Paul's hand. I smiled and asked him all about himself. Here was a boy who had everything and because of everything the love he so desperately needs was missed. I walked with him while Russell had his interview with the headmaster. Paul and I sat in the car waiting for the time to pass. We had well over an hour and we talked for a long time. "Sir, can I ask you something?" I said he could. "If Russell were to want to show his lover further than a kiss what would you do? How would you handle the request?" I was honest after all I had gone much further. I said that any request would be handled like anything else asked about. He did not really understand but I hoped I was getting through. "Sir if I asked to kiss you what would you say?" "Paul you want a kiss. Of course. You do not have to ask you are very special." We looked at each other. "Sir what if I wanted or it went further than a kiss?" I looked at him. "Paul if you want to do things then as long as it's between us, no one ever got to know then I don't see the harm. How far do you want to go Paul?" There was a brief time of silence. "Well sir, I wish we could get out of these clothes and then maybe I can show you." A boy who was beginning to sound desperate was propositioning me. I called the headmaster and asked for permission to take a boy from school and collect some books that helped me when I was doing the spelling contest. When he knew who the boy was he said to be back in an hour while Russell was taking a class. I told him about Paul but he told me that Paul was 13, not 14 and in the older class, he was that bit brighter so that was fine. We drove to a bookstore that had the books I wanted ordered over the phone. I took Paul back home for a drink and then we could get back to school in 40 minutes. Paul had it all planned and suggested we forgo the drink and get right down to why we were in the house and not sitting in the car at school. I took his jacket and hung it near the door Paul sat on the settee watching me closing the drapes and locking the door. "Now Paul What shall we do. Remember we do not have long so we cannot fuss too much. You said you wanted to ask what would I do? Why not ask and see what happens." Paul stood up and walked between my legs. "First I am only 13 but I still want that kiss. I would even like to go further but that's down to you." I took his head in my hands then pulled him to me. We kissed. It was like glue and even when I let his face go his lips held tight. When we did stop Paul looked at me saying thank you. I whispered in his ear that I bet it would have been better with his trousers down even off. He stood up and looked at me with an unsure look about him. His eyes followed my hands when I placed my hands either side of his hips. I moved around until I was unhooking his trousers. The plastic zip ripped open and his trousers fell to the floor. I was stroking his thighs. Just as soft and smooth as Russell. Paul had opened the top three buttons of his shirt then slipped it with his tie over his head. He stood there with nothing but Blue briefs and a willingness all from the first moments we had in the car. "Do not stop sir. No one has ever done this with me and I have waited so long. Take my pants down; even off if you want, show me. We do not have long." I slipped his shoes off taking his trousers off at the same time. His pants came away easy and in 20 minutes Paul was naked begging me to be the first. I picked him up and took him to the bedroom where I lay him down. His body responded as I touched it. His penis like a garden pea grew to look like a runner bean. Not a single hair surrounded him except for a single one I found on the skin holding the marbles of innocence. So he did have one hair but he no need to have bothered on my part. I kissed him while I took hold of his purple head running my fingers up and down over the ridge. His breathing was getting heavy and it quickened. All to soon I could feel him stiffened so I slowed right down feeling the pulses through his penis. One clear shot of fluid came out with several that ran into my fingers. I managed to taste some clear virgin cum before I had to clean him up. I got his clothing and helped him dress. At the end we had a very long kiss while we waited for the time to! arrive and we had to leave. The ride back was better than the ride home. Paul was a different person. He asked if Russell went to the school maybe one day he could come to stay. His mum won't mind because she works all the time. Was there anything that he could do for me? I said no but he was determined to show me that he wanted and could do something. As I drove he reached across and left his fingers grasping the material of my trousers. I was hard all to soon but the school was coming to quickly. On the lane we stopped so that we could have one last kiss. It was wonderful. It was even better when Paul slipped his hand into the open zip and held me while we were kissing. "Before I go let me have something to remember you by Paul. Take your trousers down right here in the car." He did, Pants as well. I took the hard penis and gave it a kiss. Just when the food van was coming towards us he quickly dressed then sat up. The headmaster was pleased with the books and that Russell had decided to go to the school. I got Paul's mums number promising him to ring her. After a quick chat with the head and cash changed hands we were going to leave. "Sir, sorry but I think this is your bag. It came with the books. Thank you for getting the books and I am very grateful." Not until we got home did I look in the bag. Inside were a pair of Red boxer shorts. The message with them Read, "These are for when I sleep over. That is of course if you want me to wear anything. Your loving friend Paul" I watched Russell change. I suggested that he might dress in the jeans and tee-shirt. He had shorts but made my suggestion. I reminded him of what he had said about his bed and even the kiss. I told him I missed him but he called his mum telling her everything. It was such an awkward feeling to have. Here I was looking forwards to sharing all the joys and horrors of a day at school and all I had was become the driver. I was sitting in the armchair doing something that I never had done this early before. I had a glass of Brandy before tea. I was listening to the conversation and wondering why I had put myself through this. When Russell came in he looked different and came and sat with me. His head rested on my knee while he never moved. "I think I owe you an apology for this morning. I said some real bad things that were very out of place. I was going through all those different feelings and actions that I became scared. I never meant to hurt you and I ask for you forgiveness and ask one last thing. Are you really going to make me sleep in the small bed? I want to be with you. I want to be with my new life. I realise I must commit myself to you now I understand just who I am and how much I love you. You can undress me anytime you want and we can make love because its what I want as well. Just tell me?" "Russell if you mean what you have just said then I want to ask one thing. Undress and take a walk with me outside. It's getting dark but still warmish. Just prove to me that this is all true and not fake. Just walk to the door remove your clothing lay it against the chair and take that walk with me." I went to the door and Russell was right behind me. He was quick to take off his shirt then slipped his socks off, His fingers managed to open the jeans and took them down. Standing in his briefs his fingers wandered to the waistband pulling them down. "I am ready. Shall I take a blanket so we can lay under the stars?" I took a rug and switched the light off. Together we walked out of the front door and made our way to two trees on the far side of the green. I put down the rug and sat down. I took Russell hand and pulled him to me. "Now we will find out if this is for real and true. I want to make love under the stars with you agreeing to everything that is going to happen. You said that you wanted to commit yourself to me well you have the chance. Lay down Russell and tell me what you want to happen and what I have to do." We had a brief kiss before Russell told me to strip and cuddle him. It was easy to strip off being that I had done it before. I could feel the cool breeze blow and the warmth of our bodies get warmer as time went by. "David, please say you have forgiven me, please. I will hate it if I have mucked things up." Russell sat on me and begged again. I told him that he was always in my heart so there was no need to be forgiven. Russell made me hard then sat on it. It was hard to get it in but when it did both our shouts of ecstasy could have been heard by the world. He bounced up and down forcing more and more of me in him. I was feeling the impending climax, the first I ever had outside. Russell asked me to rub him. I took him in my hand and it lasted no time at all before I was feeling him squirt rather more than he had done before over my chest and hand. The contractions brought me to the peak and I thrust hard into him spraying the seed right through his internal tubes and organs. Together we kissed, begging that the feelings would last but they soon diminished yet our love had grown bigger as that evening went on. I described that evening as warm enough just for the rug and our sexual liaison kept us warm. It was when the chill started to form on us, was then the time I realised that we were so early into the year. The two tree's shaded us both but the outside escapade had to finish and Russell and I walked arm in arm with only the light of the full moon to show us the way home. I could feel the cold air getting to him and told rather than suggest that a hot bath would be the perfect ending. As I closed the door his lips found mine. "David did that show enough commitment or could I have done more?" I explained that I committed myself by allowing him to stay and start over a new life. He was in all terms my son, lover, sexual partner or plain partner. My honesty was for real and he had been true and real this evening with me. I made it clear that I liked and loved Russell so the sex side was special. He was just there when he needed someone and I had a space. "David I wont be able to advertise it just yet but I actually believe that for a scared boy I am not at all worried about loving another man. Does that make me a queer? I don't care. Being this happy has no downside for me. You are like the father I never had but I do see one difference. It's more than love we have so I know need to worry. You want to come in the bath with me?" I held him tight. I ran the bath then left him to soak alone. I got clean things and made the call to Paul's mother. She had heard all about my visit to the school and was overwhelmed by the request I had made for Paul to stay over with Russell. This call was to have been the first offer. Paul had got well in advance there. She was genuinely relieved that her son had a friend and Paul could stay any time he liked. "Just get Paul to call work or home to tell me and I will for go the worry that all mothers have when their child is late." We decided that a case of Paul's clothes would be left with me and he could use them and save asking. I said that Russell was about Paul's size and he had all new things so Paul could share. She refused point blank and insisted that he had his own things and he was to do tasks to express his gratitude at being invited to stay. I spoke to Paul who was almost over excited. He asked me what Russell would say and I said that he should ask him at school the next day. If he could have the case ready he could come home tomorrow and try us out. "Sir, mum is in the kitchen now. What shall I wear for bed? Here mum lets me choose but I think that you would prefer to choose for me. I am looking forwards to coming and I hope that Russell will let me have some time with you. He wont get upset if he see us doing things will he?" "Paul, if you want to be part of the family then I suggest that you do whatever Russell does. He wanders about naked or in boxer shorts, just copy. Do not feel you have to do things but may I get you something that will be just for us? I would hate your visit to be less fun than it was today. I would like to believe that if it's what you really want then you will have the same feelings I do." "Sir I never asked you but how do you feel about me saying that I have fallen in love with you?" I never answered Paul. Russell was out of the bath and close by so I suggested that he was told. I left them together while I took a bath; I also made a hot drink just to bring us both up to the warmth of the room. They spoke for some time but I remembered the good humour schoolboys had together when they were friends. The phone was hung up and Russell came to get his hot drink. "So, Paul is coming to stay. I know that it is your house but I do wish you had asked me being that I am so important." I never thought him to be jealous but here I was the witness to the opposite. "Russell look, you have to remember one thing. If you explode like you did this morning even though I now understand who am I going to have as a friend?" "David, you mean that you and Paul will do things. In your bed? Where will I sleep and what am I suppose to say?" I looked at Russell with his face looking to the floor. "Oh my precious one, Paul will be a friend to you as well as me. He will help you at school and because you like the same things don't you understand that sometimes you may want a friend of your own age to do things with? He has no one at all. His mum works different hours every day. He just wanted company. He could never take your place but what do I do if he want love like you do? Am I going to ignore him? Of course I wont. He wants company just like anyone else" While we drank the now warm drink it was decided that the boys could choose where to sleep. I even said that they could sleep together and would get a bigger bed to replace the small bed in the second large bedroom. Explaining that Paul was going to bring his clothes was hard enough but saying it how I did made it though he was moving in for good. That night we both slept in separate beds. It was not nice for me. Come 6am when the alarm went off, Russell was up and had made breakfast for us both. He was dressed for school and it was strange to see him sitting on the bed dressed rather than not. I told him I missed him and how in a few days he was part of me that could not bare to be apart from. We took an hour to agree that Paul even though he was not a permanent fixture, would be treated with kindness. The large bed was also agreed upon giving the boys the choice of where they would sleep. It was clear that Russell had become someone else overnight. He was someone whom I could be proud of and someone who would have love showered on him for all time to come. I drove Russell to school wishing him well for the day. It was the end of the week but it was his first day. "Russell do you need some money? You would know better than I if you do? If not we will have to sort out some pocket money. You do not want to have to rely on me all the time do you? With money you can do what you like, even save." The last part got a laugh that I smiled at to. Paul came to us with a case and I said I would take it home. The letter he gave me was from his mum saying thank you once again and pleading with me to clip her son round the ears if he misbehaved. "Paul does your mum know that if you misbehave then you will no longer stay. I will take you home for good." His face went white but at least the ground rules had been laid. I said my farewells and Russell never missed the chance to say his good byes. With a hug and "I love you," we kissed and he ran in. Paul gave me a hug and said he could not wait till tonight. "Paul if you mean that I want to see what you look like naked now. Strip off quickly in the car and we will see." This was a joke but Paul thought I was serious. "I do not think we have time. You can come to the gym and watch me change but I do not think that, I wish you had asked earlier." I got a hug and I managed to feel the front of his trousers. The zip was easy, behind the car, but the touch my finger felt was something I would remember all day. Hard and long already excited from the thought that I might want him naked gave us both a thrill. "Sir I have to go but I don't. Do you understand?" I did the zip up and tidied his jacket with a swift smack he was on his way. I drove home and caught up with all the work I had missed out on. It was lunchtime when I stopped. I unpacked Paul's case noting that there was a new pair of pyjamas packed. I put everything away and even replaced the Red Boxers he gave me. I had chosen his gift but I had a few jobs to do first. Comments to shakesbeer@ureach.com No flames please as they will be extinguished. Thanks to all those who have responded with how the story might go, but no one has ever commented as to the story being real or fiction. Part 4 of cleaning the Spectacles will follow soon.