Date: Wed, 23 Nov 2016 15:59:32 +0000 From: tom Subject: Lab Technician Chapter 54 The Lab Technician Authors note: Usual caveats and warning apply, read this at your own risk, no representation of any person, animal, vegetable or mineral intended although if you do find yourself somewhere in this story with any of the aforementioned just think yourself very, very lucky! As ever all comments, ideas, suggestions, good bad or indifferent always welcome. Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm ############################################################################### Chapter 54 – Julian hits the heights From the word go, even discounting the antics on the bus Mark's morning hadn't exactly been a roaring success, instead it headed towards an unmitigated disaster. Since getting off the bus he had been ruing the decision to wear a pair of trousers that were plainly too small as indeed every move now seemed to painfully remind him. Convinced the centre seam had been savagely slicing a channel between his buttocks, on reaching the school he immediately headed for the toilets near the great hall to inspect matters. There, on locking himself in a cubicle he quickly unfastened the trousers and allowed them to fall to his ankles to reveal, much to his surprise there were absolutely no traces of the blood he had expected. Very relieved that major injury had been averted he pondered the question of whether he should he put on Ollie's briefs, which despite them being still wet with semen should at least offer some protection to his sorely rubbed appendages. Having put them on and thus freed himself from further thoughts of terminal injury, the rest of the morning encompassed managing an aching erection which refused to subside along with considerable scribbling to complete overdue homework. In fact he was so busy that even his morning break had been taken up with further incomprehensible scrawl to finish his outstanding English homework for Mr Barnes' lesson that followed immediately after the break. That lesson though, would offer the first chance for Mark and Geoff to sit together and catch up on the multitude of sexual happenings that had or might have happened since Geoff's cunning WIMP club ruse to inveigle Ollie and Steve into enjoining in mutual masturbation. "Hows yer mum then?" Mark constantly shifted about on his chair, Martin's prophecy regarding tight trousers was quite right as it really did feel as though his balls were being cut off. "Has she calmed down a bit then?" "Sort of, but I means," Geoff looked round to see Mr Barnes hovering in the doorway clutching a pile of exercise books, "musta been a bit of a shock when she come in and found we was all wanking! So it ain't no wonder she got all pissy is it?" "Nah, I spose not." "She's sorta talking to me again now, but then to make it worse this morning dad went all fucking father like and caught me as I was about to leave to the bus, he tries to frighten me by saying I'll fucking hurt meself if I don't stop wanking so much!" "It's too late for that innit!" Mark laughed. "And, you already got them glasses!" "Well course I'm ain't gonna believe shit like that am I? Wot's he think I am, bloody eleven!" said Geoff. "Wonder if he ever wanked, it do makes you think don't it?" "Dunno, maybe he just had wet dreams!" mused Mark. "Anyway, so how many times d'you cum in Steve's pants then?" "Four." he grinned. "I'm hard again and I reckon I could do it again right now, so you gonna join me when old Barnes gets going?" "Might do, in a min. Yer, well I did four as well," said Mark, "so Ollie's pants ain't all white and fluffy now! Me big problem was yesterday me trousers got so covered in spunk I had to borrow a pair from Martin next door and they're too fucking small." "I thought you was walking funny." Geoff glanced below the desk. "They do looks dead tight, d'you spose it'll help if you whips yer cock out in the air for a sorta rest?" "Long as nobody don't notice." Mark looked down in despair at the trousers, the outline of his erection was there for all to see. "I had to put Ollie's pants back on `cause everything was rubbing, but they takes up space inside the trousers so they's even tighter now." "Right you lot, quiet, simmer down." Mr Barnes had closed the classroom door behind him and had started to walk up the far aisle between the desks to distribute homework books. "Hope it's not fucking Shakespeare again." sighed Geoff. "It's so fucking boring!" "Forsooth me cocks gone all hard!" whispered Mark, which started Geoff laughing. "Ah... Wilkins," Mr Barnes looked over and wagged a finger in Geoff's direction, "now then, do you think I'd be right in assuming your little joke is probably better than your homework?" "Oh! I dunno Sir." replied Geoff doing his best to control himself. "No.. no.. I'm sure it ain't Sir." Mark's hand had started worming it's way into Geoff's trouser pocket as he had been talking and had started to tickle the top of his leg. "Perhaps you would like to tell all of us the joke, I could certainly do with a good laugh after marking this lot!" "No.. no.. I'm sure it ain't Sir..." Geoff managed to splutter before starting to giggle as Mark's hand increased it's pocket activity. By now all eyes had turned to Geoff and naturally various whispers had started. "It must be a very good joke Wilkins, you're still laughing at it!" Mr Barnes finished distributing the books to the far section of the class and turned to approach the aisle where Mark and Geoff were sitting, he looked over as though still expecting a reply. "And... Wilkins, so are you going to tell us then?" "Yes... yes... I mean no.. no, no Sir... it's not very good.. oohhh..." Much to the amusement of the class Geoff's voice went up almost an octave during his reply, unseen beneath the desk Mark had rammed his hand deep into Geoff's trouser pocket. However, he was just a little too forceful and the lining having born the corrosive effect of many a pocket infestation of semen had split under the strain, Mark found himself now grappling with a wonderfully sticky pair of briefs. Finding such temptation too hard to resist he managing to wrap the cloying material around the twitching shaft and began to mercilessly masturbate Geoff. Across the room, as founder members of the WIMP club, who's unwritten motto was "It takes one to know one", Ollie had been carefully watching Geoff movements and whispered to Steve. "Yer look, I reckon Mark's wanking him off!" "Hhhmmm.." murmured Steve, observing Geoff's bobbing motion on the seat, "yeah, so if I unzips me fly, d'you wanna slip yer hand in and play with mine?" "Oh yeah. Be me last chance to play with them spunky mesh things before we swops back at dinner time." Ollie's hand moved quickly, but silently under the desk towards Steve. "I ain't sure I'm gonna cum again, `cause since we did it on the bus earlier it feels a bit sore, still you can try." "Ain't sure I'm gonna cum either, might be better to save it till dinner time, but you can still give it a gert grope!" On the other side of the classroom Geoff, his underpants having literally just been infused with hot semen and his cock continuing to jerk was having great trouble in sitting still even as Mr Barnes approached. Geoff had to admit that Mark was highly skilled when it came to instant ejaculation and must have had an awful lot of practice, having so swiftly brought him to an exceptionally fine climax. "Wilkins, are you alright? You look very flushed all of a sudden." he called out from a couple of rows away to more muffled laughter. "Now don't tell me that you've got a joke as well Baker!" Mark looked determinedly at the desk barely able to stifle his laughter as Mr Barnes, having finished handing out the books behind approached to stand by his desk on the aisle. With Geoff verging on hysteria next to him, Mark was in turn was trying to look as innocent as he could whilst desperately attempting to wipe the semen off his fingers onto the underside of the desk. "Yeah.. sorry I means no, no.. Sir.." stuttered Mark trying not to look him in the eye. "There's a surprise, now where are your books." said Mr Barnes as he started to flip through the remaining few books, accidentally dropping a couple on the floor and moving to pick them up. "I'll get `em Sir." said Mark quickly volunteering, thinking it might earn him some Brownie points towards his next appalling piece of homework and leant over from his seat to reach down to the floor. "Oh he's farted!" announced a voice from the somewhere behind which immediately brought on collective laughter. "Come on, now settle down." Mr Barnes walked to the front of the class having taken the books from Mark and handed them out as he returned to the blackboard. "You've had the joke, now it's time for some work." Staring at the desk Mark had frozen a look of horror on his face. While the sound of a ripping trouser seam might coincidentally sound like breaking wind to some with acute hearing, unfortunately it wasn't. The rear seam having now been subjected to considerable tension for long enough had lost the struggle and had transformed into a gaping six inch long opening to showcasing the not so white of Ollie's underpants. "Fuck! Help!" his voice barely audible Mark nudged Geoff. "Wot's fucking happened?" replied Geoff awakening from his post-climatic euphoria. "I think me trousers has fucking split!" mumbled Mark, being far too afraid to check. "Can you see anything?" "Hold on." Geoff was suddenly blessed with a much better idea. Why look if he could feel. "Lift yerself off the chair a bit and I'll fucking check 'em out." By now Mark was very worried and unsure what to do if the seam had parted, just how could he manage get through the rest of the day wearing two-part trousers! Not having raised himself that far off the chair there was, as Geoff discovered only just enough room to slip his fingers under Mark's bottom which made the action even more arousing. Despite Geoff having only just ejaculated the sensation of feeling his way under the hot body instantly brought his cock back to full attention. "Well?" hissed Mark anxiously. "I can feel yer fingers!" "Just having a good feel now." replied Geoff working his fingers up the length of the split whilst his cock twitched and slithered around inside the spunky fabric of Steve's briefs to again reach a full and throbbing erection. There was no doubt that the seam had split and the feel of the ribbed fabric of the Y-fronts which now protruded from the opening was quite unmistakable. "It's fucking split innit?" Mark looked ashen. "Oh no, oh fucking hell!" "Yeah, I think so, lemmie just fucking check it.. again.." "We'll have to do something dinner time to fucking mend it then! But wot?" said Mark anxiously. "But... oh shit! We got the wanking club thing dinner time ain't we?" "Yeah... but, we can't mess Ollie and Steve about `cause we might not get 'em keen enough again if we calls it off now." said Geoff, determined to take advantage of both situations. "Oh.. shit. We'll have to do it after then." "Hey... I knows," whispered Geoff, "didn't Ollie say he had safety pin or something `cause he was joking about sticking in Steve's bum or something?" "Well that's it then innit. Now go on and check again, tell us how big a split it is." Geoff needed no second invitation. For some reason which he stood no chance of ever explaining, his fingers were now well inside the briefs, something as yet Mark didn't seem to have noticed nor objected too as they brushed against his balls. Disregarding any notion of hygiene and only answering to his fetish with the less savoury aspects of adolescence and bodily substances, Geoff's inky fingernail suddenly forced itself deep inside Mark. "Fuck!" exclaimed Mark barely managing to keep his voice down to a whisper. "Yer, yer... yer gone right up me bumhole!" "Oh yeah..." breathed Geoff, his eyes half closed in ecstasy. "I think I can cum again if you wanks me quick through me pocket again.. so I'll keep me finger in you!" "Oh fuck no.. no.. `cause I don't think it's..." even Mark was embarrassed at the thought of his anal cleanliness. Nevertheless, he wriggled excitedly upon the impaled digit, his hand once again starting to make an irresistible foray into what was left of Geoff's soggy trouser pocket lining. "Fucking hope not!" muttered Geoff under his breath, well aware what Mark was alluding too and that it had also become a high water mark in terms of both fetish and classroom behaviour. "Reckon he'll come then?" "Wot in here or with his willy?" Adam looked round the toilet. "Wot a smelly dump!" "Well if he don't, I might!" said Martin rubbing himself. "Wot's his name I forgot?" "Oh hell it's .. uumm.. ah, it's... I knows.. it's bloody Julian innit?" "Funny name, bloody Julian." Martin looked round and sniffed. "Does stink dunnit?" "Yeah it's a bog innit? Now I'll bet he'll turn up, so where we gonna take him then?" "Well I thought, maybe that other bog down by the art rooms, `cause unless there's lessons going on the place is usually deserted innit?" "I `spose, unless somebody's gone there for a quick `un," Adam grinned, "I have!" "Snap!" Martin flushed. "Used to go there a lot when I'd first started wanking!" "Well let's hope there ain't nobody there now and.." Adam paused and listened, "hey, that's footsteps innit? Reckon it's him?" It was. Unable to resist the latent pleasures of the flesh Julian had finally arrived, albeit somewhat nervously only to find on arrival he was being immediately marched off in the direction of the art rooms. "Thing is," said Adam, who's hands were all over him as he pushed him along, "if yer gonna cum you gotta be all excited, feeling all gert sexy.. d'you know wot I mean?" "I think so." stuttered Julian apprehensively on being shoved through the door into the toilet as Adam removed his hand from the rear of the grey shorts. "This it then... like where we're gonna... gonna do it?" "Yeah." Adam couldn't take his eyes off the grey shorts "Is yer willy all hard then?" "Oh, uumm no," Julian blushed, "it was in class, but it's gone soft now we're yer." "Well that's no bleeding good!" said Martin conveniently backing Julian into a corner. "Come on then, play with it and get thinking about something that'll get it hard." The spirit was willing, but the flesh was decidedly weak, quite unlike the two older boys who by now both had raging erections. Poor Julian couldn't persuade his cock to go above half-mast and after a minute or so fiddling about with a hand down the front of his shorts, he looked up very obviously embarrassed at his failure. "Now don't fucking worry," said Adam battling temptation, but finding it virtually impossible to keep his hands off Julian, he turned to Martin and winked, "look you hold him and I'll go up his shorts and get him going!" "Yeah, good idea. Hey, Jules you better take yer blazer off just to be safe in case you squirts spunk all round the room!" said Martin grinning. "D'you really think I'll cum then?" replied Julian looking excitedly at Martin, he took off his precious blazer and gave it to Martin to hang up behind the door. "Bloody hope so! We'll give it a damn good try!" "But... you ain't gonna hurt you me is you?" "Now don't be fucking silly, we wouldn't have bothered to get you in here if we was, now would we?" replied Martin moving to stand behind him and put his arms around his chest to restrain him. "Just fucking relax and let uncle Adam stick his hand up!" "Wot's that?" Julian suddenly tried to look round to see behind him. "Wot's wot?" asked Martin, watching Adam already kneeling down in front of the grey shorts as though attracted by a magnet. "Well, well wot's that sticking in me bottom?" Martin laughed and forced himself onto him. "It's me cock! Look, even if you can't get hard, I bloody have!" "Cor.. I can feel it's a real gert big `un innit!" proclaimed Julian much to Martin's egotistical delight. "Is you gonna wank then, we can all do it together!" "I ain't promising and if I does, I'll only do it if you've cum proper with spunk." replied Martin, flattery it appeared would get Julian anywhere. Adam meanwhile was only partly concentrating on the conversation, since his real interest revolved around the contents of his grey shorts. With a hand up either trouser leg he had already established that for Julian Y-fronts were the order of the day. In fact also for every other day and whilst he certainly wasn't over endowed in the penis department, he was though in full possession of his foreskin. "Wot's you doing?" Julian looked down to see Adam's face pressed against his shorts, the legs of which were moving in all directions as the fingers groped around. "Well Jules, yer shorts is gonna have to come down if you wants us to do this proper." Adam was already reaching for the clasp on the waistband. "That alright?" "Oh shit, you ain't gonna laugh is you?" asked Julian, who understandably was very conscious of displaying his sorely abused semi-soft boyhood, in front of the older boys who's appendages as he had already established were considerably larger. "Nah, course we ain't, it's gotta be bloody smaller `cause of yer age innit." replied Martin, ramming himself firmly against Julian's bottom. Aware that he had already developed a wet spot and that further excitement could only end in finding himself in a very sticky situation, nevertheless he was quite unable to stop himself. "Oh! Cor that was quick." Julian looked down in surprise, to see his shorts already around his ankles and Adam with his face pushed into the fly of the Y-fronts. "Oh fuck!" breathed Martin, now pressing his cock into the white ribbed seat of Julian's briefs, who in turn responded by pushing himself rhythmically back onto Martin's bulging trousers. Down at floor level Adam sighed in appreciation at the sight of Julian standing there, his shorts by his feet and a pair of pee stained Y-fronts only an inch from his face. The situation had certainly rekindled Adam's lust for younger boys to the extent that he was in grave danger of ejaculating in his trousers, having already freed Julian's cock from his briefs and taken the entire length in his mouth. "But... but, but `spose somebody comes in?" mumbled Julian sounding dazed, so willingly sandwiched between Adam's mouth and Martin's drooling erection behind. "Who cares, they can fucking join in!" Whilst Adam was undoubtedly aroused, as his foreskin filled with precum testified, it was Martin who was the first to feel he was on the verge of ejaculation. Relaxing his grip on Julian, who by now didn't require restraining, he pushed his hand between them to confirm it was only the thin cotton of Julian's briefs and the material of his own trousers that was preventing real contact. Convincing himself it would help if he released the pressure on his cock he fumbled about, finally managing to unzip his trousers only to discover that the wet spot was something of an understatement, since the front of his briefs were absolutely soaking wet. With his cock bursting out of the open fly he had another brainwave, he could further relieve the pressure on his aching cock if he continued to undo his trousers completely. Thus with the trousers falling to his feet he heaved a sigh of relief and rammed the tenting front of his briefs into Julian's behind, making Julian push back onto him even more. >From the corner of his eye Adam, fully occupied with sucking the goodness from Julian's twitching cock, saw the trousers fall and immediately forced his arm right between Julian's legs so that he could reach up and grope Martin through his briefs. "It's going all tingly!" croaked Julian beginning to tremble, not that anybody was really listening. Besides which the truth was that he really did not know whether he was coming or going, although this time the odds were actually on cumming! Martin was really very close to ejaculating, forcing himself ever harder against Julian was doing little to help, who's thin Y-fronts were now stuck to the wet briefs behind allowing his pink buttocks to show through. The situation was further inflamed by the sudden escape of Martin's cock from the side of his briefs which allowed it to begin ploughing a slippery furrow between Julian's pert buttocks. "Ooohhh..." groaned Julian as his first orgasm finally took hold, his eyes tightly closed and his cock having never felt so hard. Adam sensed what was going on and was determined to keep going, hopefully until Julian managed to ejaculate. Thinking he could enliven Martin's obvious enjoyment still further he forced his hand inside Martin's briefs and upwards to explore between his cheeks. Martin surprised, but welcoming the invasion recoiled so far back that his cock became dislodged from Julian's crack and repositioned itself below his bottom, conveniently lined up to ready for plunge between his legs. With Adam managing to continue sucking Julian as he jigged excitedly up and down, spunk had now started to leak from the head of Martin's overwrought cock, the end result already a forgone conclusion. With ejaculation now under away, Martin fell against Julian and thrust his cock all the way though between his legs groaning as he did so. It virtually exploded showering Adam, who's face was still happily embedded in Julian's briefs, with a positive shower of spunk. "Oooohhh fucking brilliant!" Martin sighed in relief, unaware of the collateral damage he had caused to Adam's uniform. Since Adam had been still attached to Julian, his face had been out of the line of fire and it was his school tie, shirt and blazer which had caught the powerful blast of semen. "Wot the hell was that?" Finally disengaging from Julian's cock, Adam looked up as it now was apparent that something of seismic proportions had just occurred with Martin. "I just cum!" mumbled Martin, still trembling with the intensity of the climax. "I think I might have got some on yer tie!" "Don't stop.. I'm getting more funny feelings." interrupted Julian his voice weak, yet sounding very urgent, he opened his eyes he blinked in the light. "D'you.. d'you.. really... oohh... d'you think I'm, I'm.. cumming?" "Dunno, but I fucking am!" Adam stood up, studiously avoiding looking at his uniform for fear it would ruin the intense sexual atmosphere that had built up. Instead he undid his trousers and pushed them to the floor along with his briefs before Julian's astonished face to reveal a very reddened organ with a glistening substance oozing from the piss slit. "Oh.." squeaked Julian in utter amazement. "Is.. is.. is you gonna wank?" "No! We is gonna wank!" Adam replied firmly, pushing one hand down the front of Julian's briefs whilst the other grabbed at his own straining shaft. "So Jules if yer gonna cum it's gonna be now or never!" Martin was still trying recoup after his tumultuous orgasm and with a glazed look watched in delighted amazement as Adam literally took Julian in hand. By the time Martin had managed to pull his trousers back up, Adam had transformed Julian into a fair imitation of a puppet jiggling on a string, except the string connecting them was actually Julian's cock. Absolutely beside himself, Julian didn't know what was happening to him other than Adam's incessant stimulation had taken him well past the normal tingling sensation he experienced. Worried that the new and strange burning sensation which was taking over was something brought on by Adam's frictionally, aggressive masturbation technique and not connected with ejaculation he really didn't know what to say, let alone do. "Come on you little wanker, now fucking cum!" extolled Adam. "This'll bloody do it!" "Am I, I'm cumming then?" squeaked Julian in bewilderment, his voice considerably higher than it had been previously and his cock feeling as though it were on fire. "I bloody hope so for all this effort!" "D'you... d'you.. think I is?" Julian's voice had gone up another octave. Adam knew he shouldn't have done it, but the sight of Julian now somewhere in the process ejaculation, with his clothes in disarray around his ankles was too much. Unable to resist he released his hold on the quivering cock and rammed a finger right up his bottom with dramatic results. Continuing to wiggle it around and make an aggressive assault on the prostate, Julian literally leapt in the air letting out a high pitched cry which could have of either been in delight or shock, then promptly returned to the tiled floor with a crash. "I think you just fucking have now!" Adam was grinning. "Look there's a little bit of something slimy on me fingers!" Shocked, exhausted, delighted and incapable of answering Julian could not even acknowledge his orgasmic success, instead grinning inanely, his legs folded under him and he slowly disappeared downwards out of sight. "Oh fuck!" exclaimed Martin moving over. "He's wanked out!" "He might be, but I still ain't cum yet!" Adam quickly looked to check that Julian was still alive. "He'll live and there's something I've always fancied doing to him." "Wot then you dirty sod, go on wot is it?" plainly Adam had something in mind. "This." Kneeling down and starting to masturbate furiously, Adam pulled Julian's clothes out of the way and within seconds had ejaculated over the head of the incredibly hard, exposed bright red cock. "I can't wait no longer or I'm gonna cum over the floor!" "Yer fucking disgusting! Cor, look wot you done to his cock, it's fucking bright red!" Martin grinned. "Never mind, he'll live so lets pull him up, you never know he might like walking around wit his pants full of spunk." "He ain't got no choice." said Adam kneading the front of the briefs to ensure both they and Julian were smeared with spunk. "Get his shorts up quick, he's waking up." Seconds later, blinking in the light Julian returned to the land of the living to find himself precariously balanced against the wall, his briefs and shorts pulled up so far they were wedged in his crack. "Well you finally cum then." said Martin smiling. "Me... me.. I did? But, but now me willy feels all funny.." he looked down, from the bulge it appeared to be still very much erect. "Well it'll feel a bit odd the first couple of times, mine did. And, yeah you've certainly cum, see you've spunked over me fingers." confirmed Adam holding up his hand even it was covered mainly in his own discharge. "Cor!" "Thing is you'll have to go about with yer hard on, `cause it won't go down for a bit." added Martin trying not to laugh. "I `spect yer mates will see it, but you gotta be careful 'cause some teachers is specially trained to watch out for first year kids who looks like they can wank!" "Wot you can see it?" he looked down horrified. "Easy. He's right see, `cause if I was one of them special teachers I'd know straight away you's been wanking!" confirmed Adam. "And, I've heard sometimes they wants to inspect yer pants for cum stains to check!" "Wot!" now thoroughly confused, still disorientated, but nevertheless impressed with his sexual prowess, Julian reached down to feel the front of his shorts. "Yer right it's still all hard... I, I think something happened... no! Have I wet meself... oh.. it feels all funny and, and, well me bum feels a bit odd!" "Nah, don't think you've pissed yerself," Adam was trying not to laugh, "sorry Jules, but I had a gert accident, see I was so excited when you cum over me hand that I couldn't stop meself cumming as well and I mighta got a couple of blobs over you." "A couple!" Martin laughed. "Oh.. right.. oh and I'd really wanted to see you cum." said Julian sounding very disappointed, he looked hopefully at Martin. "Can we do it again sometime then?" "Bloody hell, yer a bugger for punishment!" said Martin. "Jules maybe it ain't right, wot with the difference in ages. You ought to be wanking with yer mates not us." Adam was sorely tempted to concede to the request. Memories were stirring of being fucked at his previous school by a very precocious eleven year old who was also fixated with being able to ejaculate. Not that the boy ever did ejaculate, despite Adam encouraging him with promises that anal intercourse could be the answer! "Yeah.. uumm." glancing towards Martin knowing he couldn't accept since Martin still just couldn't fully understand the attraction that younger boys offered. "Listen, now you can't tell nobody about this, now you gotta fucking promise." said Martin confirming Adam's desires were dashed. "Nah, course I won't." Adam looked excitedly on, Julian with a hand down his shorts was now discovering the full extent of the slimy mess that was the inside of his briefs and that his ever present erection was just too sensitive to touch. "You wanna leave that alone if you wants it to work again." said Adam. "It's had a gert load of rubbing, let it recover overnight before you tries wanking again. Right?" "Yeah, I `spose." replied Julian knowing only too well he would be at it as soon as he got home or even on the bus. "Me pants is full sticky stuff, was that you then?" "Yeah, a couple of squirts." Adam grinned. "Push some up yer bum, it'll do it good!" "Oh... please, please show me how to do it again," suddenly pleaded Julian, "`cause I wants to see how you cums as well... and you sorta promised you'd do it." Julian looked hopefully between them. Adam looked hopefully at Martin. Martin licked his fingers. "Well.. I `spose.." ########################################################## Chapter 55 to follow