Date: Tue, 1 Aug 2006 10:42:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nature Country 21

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the
format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to
accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or
governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If a
sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships
offends you, then you should not read this story.
Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in
most state and countries, you are not allowed to read
this story by law. Check with your local laws
regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is
fiction. Use protection in real life. `Got condom?'

"Nature Country" 21
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

"Hey Justin, how's it going?"

"Great Chad. How are things at the store?"

"Good. People come, people go."

Justin Beanhacker, upon meeting Chad Barr, on his way
to class, at WRCC, smiled, always getting the same
reaction.

"So how's the musicmeister?"

"I'm working on a new piece for one of my classes."

"Oh? Metallica?"

"Not exactly. More of a cross between Debussy and
Weber."

"Weber?" Chad questioned.

"Andrew Lloyd?"

"Oh sure. The composer who wrote `Phantom'."

"Yes."

As they proceeded towards their classes, traversing
the grounds of West Richlan Community College, the two
chatted.

"Have you um, hooked up with anybody yet, Justin?"

"No. As you know there's only a couple of guys I'm out
to. Well really only one."

Chad smiled, proud to know that Justin confided in
him.

"Chad?"

"Yeah, Justin?"

"How does a guy come out?"

"Do you want to?"

"Well, part of me is aching to do it, but it's not
like I want to broadcast it."

"Then that's how you come out."

"Huh?"

Chad could see that Justin hadn't gotten it.

"Well, if you're aching to do it, maybe you should
openly hang with some gay guys."

It then dawned on Chad about Juan and Miguel's
anniversary party was on the horizon.

"Hey, I've got a great idea."

"What?" Justin asked.

"This weekend Matty and I are having a party for our
buds, Juan and Miguel. They've been together five
years. Why don't you think about coming?"

"I don't know, Chad."

"All the guys there will be gay and you might hook up
with some cutie."

"I don't know, Chad," his shyness stayed with him.

Then like a good buddy should, Chad stated, "You're
coming and that's that, Justin!"

Like an enforcer, Chad drilled the ultimatum into the
twenty year old, his hand gripping Justin's shoulder.

"Yeah, okay. I guess I could. You say there will be
other single guys there?"

"A slew of them. You'll be tripping over them."

Going their separate ways, Chad scratched his head,
wondering where he was going to get a slew of single
college jocks from.

%

"Um, Matty can I have a word with you?"

"Sure."

The twenty-three year old blond, blue-eyed bombshell,
cornered Matty over by the frozen food section.

"So, what's up Christian?"

"Um, I know I've only been here for... well, less than
a week."

"Right."

"It's okay that I've gotten looks that say something
like `you're new here and `I' know better', but there
are some things that I see that I don't think are
right and well, frankly if I'm observing it, the
customer probably gets the visual too."

"Look, Christian, you have a lot of responsibility as
a part time manager, just as much as if we made you a
full time manager. As we expect Andy to report to us
something gone wrong, we expect the same from you. If
something is on the verge of making us lose a
customer, then we've got to fix it."

"Alright. I mean, I don't want anybody losing their
job over anything, but... Jack?"

"In deli?"

"Yeah. Well, he sort of like... um..."

"Out with it, Christian," even though Matty wasn't
sure he wanted to hear it.

Complaining to Jack Saugerties was like telling a WWF
wrestler to his face that he was ugly!

"Jack like sniffs, runs his hands over his nose, then
handles the deli meats."

Matty moves from his settled position of arms folded
across his chest, then rolls his eyes.

"Fuck, no!" he says out loud, then looks around to
make sure no customers had been in earshot.

"Sorry."

"Sorry? What do you have to be sorry about, Christian.
Like I said, you are our eyes and ears."

"No, I'm sorry that you have to be the one to tell
him."

"Hmm... maybe we better get backup."

Matty went looking for Zach. Heading down the
cinder-blocked corridor, the back guts of Barr's &
Bridges Food Market, Matty placed his hand on
Christian's chest.

"Hold it a sec," he said, "Zach's got somebody in
there."

Waiting outside the door, cracked open a sliver, Matty
and Christian held up. After awhile, Matty tried
peeking through, to see whom Zach addressed. Soon,
Christian became curious too.

"Oops!"

"I beg your pardon?" Zach said, when Matty and
Christian fell into the room. "Um, hold on a minute."

Cupping the bottom half of his cell phone, enveloping
the part one talks into, into the pocket of his hand,
Zach turned to Matty, who had immediately began
picking himself up off the floor. Christian slightly
bent over Matty, but not to the fallen extreme.

"I'm kind of busy," Zach said, showing them his pried
open cell.

Both managers, red in the face, apologized, backing
out of the room.

"Owwch!" Christian said, not really feeling terrific
pain in his foot, as Matty backed over it.

"Sorry `bout that," Matty offered, then to Zach, as
his hand closed the door, "we'll catch you later.
Sorry to interrupt."

With the door closed and the two out in the hallway,
it's asked of Matty, "So, no backup?"

"Hmm... maybe we should wait til Chad comes on duty."

"When is he due in?"

Checking his timepiece, Matty reports, "Another couple
of hours."

"That could mean a lot of snot-laden germs passed
along onto..."

Matty rolls his eyes, then complains, "Do you have to
be so graphic, Christian?"

"No. But that's what it amounts to."

Matty reconsiders.

"Yeah, okay. I suppose you're right."

"I am?"

Looking to Christian, Matty detects he wonders `right
about what'?

"About the germs, doofus!"

Christian smiles.

"What?"

"Nothing. It's just that nobody ever called me that
before."

"Oh, no offense," Matty says, all serious like.

"No, it's okay. I think it's kind of... nice."

"Nice, huh? Well don't get used to it, Christian. Too
many doofus' around here isn't good. Now, what are we
going to do about Jack Warner?"

"Um, I wouldn't mind telling him myself. I mean, being
in the position I was in, I had really good people
skills."

"People skills huh? Meaning?"

"I can probably get the message across to Jack Warner
without getting him all riled up. I mean, have you
ever seen Jack in a fiery mood?"

"Never."

After thinking about it for thirty seconds, Matty
decides.

"Alright, but I'm standing right behind you."

"Not necessary, Matty."

"I know, but it's my responsibility, as part owner of
the store."

"If you say so."

"I say so."

The two, exiting the drab maze behind the brightly
colored store interiors, head down past the frozen
food.

"One thing."

"I'm listening," Christian tells Matty.

"Wait until he doesn't have the meat cleaver in his
hand!"

Eyes wide as saucers, Christian gulped.

"I was only kidding."

"Oh yeah? Well I'm taking it seriously!"

Patting the twenty-three year old blond on the
shoulder, leaving it there, he yanks Christian back
and to the right.

"The meat counter is this way!"

"Oh yeah. Lost my sense of direction for a minute."

"Yeah, sure," Matty scolded, under his breath.

"Where's Jack?" Matty asked.

In his place, stood Andy.

"Oh, he had to go to the jon."

"The jon?"

The two looked at each other, with crinkled up noses.
If the middle-aged meat department manager didn't
worry about getting his nose residue on the goods,
they wondered what kind of vermin might be carried
over, from the jon to the deli casing.

"Anything wrong?" Andy asked, as they headed off
towards the employee's jon.

"Nope," Matty called out.

Opening the door of the men's jon, the two had quite a
start. There, standing before one of the two sinks,
Jack Warner stood, his shirt hanging on the partition
that separated the sink from the one urinal. One arm
was behind his head, the other with a crumbled paper
towel, wiping his armpit. Right away, Jack knew they
wondered what he was doing.

"Fuckin' damn hot behind that meat counter. Sweating
up a storm."

The two managers wondered if Jack picked up on the
sweat-scented atmosphere. They sure did!

"Um, yes but..." Matty tried to voice his opinion.

"I go through the same fuckin' ritual everyday," Jack
cut Matty off.

Then Christian said something that made both Jack and
Matty stop dead in their tracks.

"How many times do you wear that shirt, before you
wash it, Jack?"

Matty gulped, when he saw Jack's expression in the
mirror. He wasn't smiling, as if a bad joke was told.

"I'm sure Christian didn't mean it that way, Jack."

"Oh?"

When the forty-four year old bearish man turned, the
two got the full image. Coupled with the look on his
face, he looked mighty fearsome. Then the unbelievable
happened.

"Lucky for you two that I'm not a violent man. Also, I
wanted to cue you in to the fact... well I was going
to let you know at the end of my shift, that I'm
turning in my notice."

"Your notice?" Matty inquired.

"Yeah. Working for Donovon was a whole different
ballgame. Besides, my sister down in Florida invited
me to come live with her. Her husband passed on."

Matty and Christian began to rest easier, as Jack
seemed to lighten up, even though he had been insulted
to the point where some men might haul off and punch a
guy's lights out.

"Hey, I'm sorry that I..."

"No problem," Jack read Christian's thoughts.

Laying his tee shirt on his hairy, protruding gut,
Jack fed his arms into it, then over his head. Pulling
it down, his rather large nips pin-pointed the center
of each pec. Matty and Christian exchanged glances,
watching Jack swab his mane down with his hands,
without returning to the sink.

"Yeah, just had to take a piss and get some of this
sweat off my body. I'll be going back to work now."

"Um, Jack?"

"Yeah?" He answered Matty.

"About the notice."

"Oh yeah. Sorry `bout this, but today's my last day."

"No problem," Matty replied.

He almost wanted to laugh out loud, watching Christian
plastered up against the stall, Jack Warner's clothing
seething with sweat, pressed against the new manager.
He wondered if that had been an intended move, on
Jack's part.

"No?" Jack answered, as if plotting to be begged to
stay.

"Not at all... um... Andy... Andy can step in for you,
until we get somebody more permanent."

"Oh yeah. Andy's real good at cutting meats."

"In fact, Jack..." Matty mustered up a plot real
quick, "why don't you take the rest of the day off? Of
course with pay?"

"Hmm.. could use the time to get my stuff together for
the trip."

Matty swore he thought he detected Christian turning
blue.

"In fact, I'll have your week's salary drawn up out of
petty cash."

"Cash? Hell, ya can't beat that. Seems everytime I go
to cash my check, I get that fuckin' faggot at the
bank!"

Matty quickly took inventory, of the townspeople he
knew, to think of who the `fuckin' faggot' at the bank
might be. He drew a blank.

"Oh yeah," Jack said, before departing the washroom,
"let me give you a little tip Chris. It ain't right
and polite to go around tellin' guys they stink, if
you catch my drift."

Oh Christian caught his drift alright. As soon as the
door banged shut, he was at the window, forcing it
open and coughing his brains out to the loading dock.

"Move over."

"It's not you he was smothering with his stench!"

"I wondered about that," Matty told Christian.

After the calamity of almost losing consciousness
passed, Christian, still lodged in the small framed
window, next to Matty, stops to look at the twenty
year old.

"What?" Matty asks.

"Nothing," Christian smiles, "only... first time I've
been this close to a guy."

"Oh? That's not what I hear, from what happened at
Birdy's Cafe!"

"Oh, you're talking about Chad and I?"

"No, you and Michael?"

"I know," Christian said, with a smile.

"So, you and Michael do something?"

Matty stood there in the washroom, at the second sink,
as the two washed their flippers.

"It's not the way Chad `thinks' it went, not that I'm
calling him a liar or anything. Sure, I took my
clothes off, but that was to clean them."

"I know that part."

"Michael came upstairs and we had been together for
awhile, but he was a perfect gentleman. We talked.
That's all."

"For an hour."

"Yeah. In fact..."

Christian must've been on his third round of soap from
the dispenser. Suddenly, he focused, not on his
handsome face in the mirror, but thoughts provoked by
a reverie, based on visual images of the previous day.

"In fact what?"

"I kind of like Michael. He's... so down to earth."

"And did he tell you what he thought of you,
Christian?"

"Oh, I didn't tell him what I thought of him."

Then in another recourse, Christian changes his train
of thought.

"Am I supposed to tell a guy what I think about him?"

"Well, there's a big difference between telling
Michael Byrd that he's down-to-earth and Jack that he
stinks to high hell!"

Showing his matter-of-factly feelings, Christian
smiles, pulling a couple of towels from the dispenser.

"I don't know what made me come out with that. Kind of
cold, I suppose."

"Yeah, for sure I thought Jack was going to deck you."

"You're not the only one. But I guess he got his
revenge, pressing himself up against me. Damn!"

"What?"

"My clothes don't stink, do they?"

Matty couldn't help but stare, as Christian bent over,
but also tugged on his white dress shirt, pulling it
from his beltline, exposing his navel, the tight, dark
blond trail seemingly running out of the deep recess
and tucking under his pants.

"What?"

"Nothing," Matty tried brushing away the fact that he
was checking Christian out.

Pulling his shirt up, a natural instinct, Christian
sought what attracted Matty's attention.

"Oh. I get it. You were checking me out, huh?"

In full denial, Matty tried shrugging the thought.

"No.. um... well," then in turncoat decision, "yeah.
Kinda."

"Hey, then maybe you can tell me something," Christian
said, lowering his shirt.

Keeping his hands still on the untucked portion of his
buttoned down shirt, he poses the question to Matty.

"I know this is kind of weird, but if I showed you,
could you tell me if...if I've got an okay body?"

"Huh?"

"Never mind. It was a dumb idea. Like you said,
there's enough doofus' around here."

However, the seed had already been planted. The seed
that originates from down below and keeps the pangs
growing, until a guy puts the thought aside that he
could be doing something kinky in the men's jon.

"Sure, I could, if you want me to," Matty came right
out with.

"No," Christian says, "that's okay."

However, suddenly Matty finds himself directly in
front of the blond bombshell, his hand on Christian's
hand, that is tucking into the shirt, behind his belt
buckle.

"I don't mind," Matty locked eyes, "helping you out...
that is, if you want to know."

"Nah. Besides, some guy might come in."

Remedying that, Matty unhanded Christian, toted the
waste receptable over to the door and wedged it under
the handle.

"There. An elephant couldn't bust through there."

"Matty, are you sure this is okay?"

"Well sure. I'm only giving you an opinion, right?"

"Um. Yeah. Um, what should I do? Should I?"

Matty could already feel his cock throbbing away. His
mind began turning on him, like a dirty porno flick.

"The door's locked shut tight. It's up to you. You can
either pull your shirt up or..."

Christian knew what Matty referred to. He began to
loosen his tie.

"I suppose," his hands went to his buttons, "if I want
your full opinion, I should shed the threads!"

They both let out a laugh at Christian's joke. Matty
had just realized that his hand went from his wallet,
attached to his ass, to the front left part of his
pants, moving it into his left pocket.

"Uh-oh. Maybe I should forget it?"

Christian's white shirt and tie hung on the same
partition that Jack's sweaty pullover rested, ten
minutes ago. His attention was drawn to what Matty's
hand tried in vain to hide.

"It's a natural occurance, " Matty stated, as if he
felt he had to offer an apology.

"Yeah?"

"Sure. C'mon. Strip the shirt off."

"Okay."

Matty's cock wasn't the only one enjoying the strip
show.

"Look! Me too!" Christian stated the fact, of the area
of his zipper.

Matty dropped his head slowly. At first, when
Christian stood there, completely barechested, he
gazed at the bare shoulders. Then, from about his
neck, to the outline of his naturally muscled pecs, he
took in the faint, blond covering of hair, two
dime-sized nips poking out. On his way to what
Christian drew his attention to, he followed the tight
belly trail, to what he already spied, the treasure
trail.

"Yeah, well like I said," Matty gulped before changing
the course of thoughts, "Damn, you've gotta be at
least a ten!"

"Ten?"  Chrisitan looked genuinely confused. "Oh, my
cock you mean?"

"Yeah."

Then giggling, Christian mentions, "Hey, do guys
actually measure them?"

"Some," Matty replies, breaking his gaze, as he
relayed the notion, looking up at his face.

"Have you... I mean, do you know how long your cock
is... when it's like that... I mean... hard?"

It took a lot to get all of that out of Christian's
thought center.

"Eight and a half... cut," Matty volunteered.

"Wow! And you think that I'm longer than you?"

As if the squirts, making a discovery for the first
time, Christian kept unintentionally provoking Matty
and he kept on taking the bait.

"There's um... only a coupla ways of knowing that."

"Well, I don't have a ruler on me," Christian joked.
"What's the alternative, Matty?"

"Hauling our rods out and see how they... nah..."

"Were you going to say holding them next to each
other? Gee, Matty. I never even thought of doing that
with a guy..."

Again, trying to fit his words in, became unbearable,
as Christian rattled off his own thoughts.

"... but if you say it's okay... that guys do it all
the time.. well then I guess it's alright that we do
it!"

Before Matty could reflect on that, Christian had his
hands on his belt, unbuckling. It's all Matty could
do, to keep up. Soon both of their navy blue chinos
split at the zipper, each anchoring their balls with
their briefs.

"Cool, you wear those lower kind."

"Lowrise," Matty informed Christian of the style of
briefs he wore, which revealed Matty's dark, thin
trail from his bellyhole to his bushy pubes.

"I've wanted to maybe get rid of these tightey-whites
and try that sexy kind."

It became obvious here that Christian was stalling for
space.

"Um, do you still want to... measure up?" Matty asks.

"Sure. How do we... do it?"

>From the gulp, seeing Christian's Adam's apple bob up
and down in his throat, plus the fact that his bare
bod glistened almost as much as Jack Warner's, Matty
could tell the pressure was on.

"Like so."

Christian's attention became undivided, shooting from
Matty's eyes, to his hand, as he advanced forward.

"Ooooooooooooooh!" Christian sighed.

With his own cock stretched out, Matty stepped
forwards, his other hand picking up Christian's shaft,
pointing downwards, to the up position.

"Just as I thought."

"Noooooooooooooooo!"

Pouting, Christian took Matty's hand, bringing it back
to his own cock.

Giggling, Matty says, "Never had a guy touch your cock
before, huh?"

"Um... no... none except the doctor."

Giving into Christian's greed, Matty then compressed
both their cocks together, gently massaging his own
forwards, Christian's longer barrel into himself.

He assessed, "If I'm eight and a half, you've gotta
easily be an inch or two longer."

"Really, Matty?"

"Yup."

"That would make me... nine and a half?"

"Or ten. Ten and a half possibly."

"Is that normal for a guy?"

"Depends."

"Oh? How's that go, Matty?"

"Well, if you're a bottom, no big deal, but if you're
a top, you've got some awesome fucking tool there."

"Fucking tool?"

"Yeah. Are you a top or bottom?"

"I don't know. How do you find out? Which one are you,
with Chad?"

"Chad's more top."

"He's bottom too? Can a guy be both?"

"Sure he can. I mean, that's the way Chad and I had
been, til we `evolved'."

"You used to fuck each other?"

Matty smiled as he laughed.

"I think it became more one-sided. It didn't last
long. No, and I never regret it."

"I don't follow you, Matty."

How could Christian follow Matty's memories of the
past year or so since he met the love of his life,
Chad Barr. Then it dawned on him. A conversation they
had this past week, involving an act of infidelity. He
automatically loosened his grip on the two merged
shafts, letting them both tilt downwards.

"Something wrong, Matty? Something I said?"

"No. Um, look why don't we both jerk ourselves off? We
should be out there," Matty threw his head over his
shoulder, nodding towards through the door in the
stuck-closed position.

As if Adam, in the garden of Eden, Christian notes his
almost totally bare self.

"Oh shoot! I don't believe I'm almost naked, in the
jon of the store I work at!"

"No problem. C'mon, let's jerk off and then you
can..." Matty smiled, "you do know how to masturbate,
don't you?"

"Race ya!" Christian made a joke of Matty's sly
remark.

It didn't take long before both shot their load,
Christian a little late in putting out his hand, to
catch it in.

"Geeeeez! I forgot about that part!"

Matty also had to laugh, as Christian surveyed to see
how much white stuff formed in the palms of their
hands, comparing.

"Now all we have to do is get rid of it."

"Paper towel will do the trick, no?"

Thinking of Christian's first time at mutual
masturbation, he decided to poke some fun.

"What? And waste all this good protein?"

Already, Matty started to well up inside, with humor,
smiling. Yet, he didn't bring himself to laughter. Not
yet anyway.

"You... you're not suggesting that we..."

"Don't tell me you haven't tasted your own cum,
Christian?"

He almost couldn't contain himself, watching his blond
employee, lift the well of white up to chin and survey
the nutritious mass.

"Go ahead. Take a taste."

Matty knew he was being bad and even though he had
reached orgasm, spewing forth his own seed, his cock
seemed to instantly revitalize the effort, causing
some churning in his balls, at the prospect of seeing
how far he could go. Shrugging his shoulders, the
twenty-three year old stuck his tongue out and licked
a tad, the size of a pencil eraser.

"Not bad," he commented.

Seeing that it went this far, Matty decided to push
it. His hand on Christian's forearm, the one cradling
the heated ration, he pulled it downwards, raising up
his own well, to his opponents lips.

"What? Taste your's?"

To his own surprise, Matty got drawn into his own
fantasy of having Christian lick his handful. Without
even saying so, he brought Christian's hand back into
view. With an unnerving waver, he stare at the blond,
as he placed the hand under his own chin. Matty then
sticks his tongue out.

"You wouldn't?"

With a daring smile, Matty sticks his tongue out and
gives Christian's hand a lick.

"Eweeeeeee I can't believe... you did... that!"

Christian looked at the missing cum from his hand, the
remnants surging in to replace the amount scooped up
by Matty's tongue. Even more defying of the senses, it
amazed Christian when Matty licked his lips.

"Tastes no different than mine," Matty reported to
him.

"Really?"

Such was the statement, Christian had to check this
out for himself. As if a judging competition at a
state fair bakeoff, Christian immediately grabbed
Matty's forearm and flung it up towards his face.

"Pig!" Matty called out.

Unlike Matty, Christian devoured almost the whole palm
of goo.

"Yeah, you're right." Then, as if a cum connoiseur, he
replies, "Not as salty as mine, but not bad!"

It wasn't the effect Matty hoped for. No, it would
have been more humorous to him, if Christian had
followed with a repulsive `ewe' and heaving sounds.
Then again, it wasn't a total turn off.

"Well, we better get cleaned up."

Matty went for the sink first. In the mirror, he
smiled, watching Christian lick his hand, as if a
dripping popsicle.

"Do guys eat their cum all the time?"

"Hmm? How do you mean?"

"Like maybe after everytime they masturbate?"

"I dunno. I don't after I masturbate."

"It's not going to harm a person, is it?"

"Let's just say that I haven't heard anybody dying of
`mad-cum disease', yet!"

They chuckled. Finishing up, Matty brought his pants
back together, pressed his dark mane back and then
removed the garbage can from the door.

"Wait for me!"

Pressing his hand up against Christian's tee-shirted
chest, between the unbuttoned dress shirt, he stopped
him from exiting.

"You better get buttoned up and tucked in, first."

"Yeah, sure."

Before he opened the door, Matty did the strangest
thing. He cupped his hand behind Christian's neck,
brought his face into his own and kissed him on the
cheek.

"Hurry, huh?" He said his last words and smiled,
before exiting.

Standing on the outside of the closed door, Matty
smiled, not exactly sure why he kissed Christian, but
didn't think anything bad about doing it, which he
sensed was `okay'.
Upon exit, he ran right into the person most unlikely
suspected of gracing the limits of Barr's & Bridges.

"Oh hi!"

"Hi? That's all I get," Chad looked at his watch,
"after not seeing you for four hours?"

"You're early."

Chad scratched his head.

"Um, that still didn't get me the answer I'm looking
for here," he smiled.

"I thought we decided not to, um..."

Knowing the score, Chad broke their little tryst,
taking Matty in his arms for a quickie. Breaking from
his little peck, Chad had a funny look on his face.

"What?" Matty asks.

"Did you brush your teeth this morning? Your breath
sucks, man!"

Right away, it came to Matty why, but he hurriedly
made a cover up excuse.

"Yeah, that could be it."

"Well, I have to get on the order for Spangler."

"Um, wait Chad, I..."

As Chad walked away, Christian came out of the
employee's jon.

"Hey there, Christian. How's it going?"

"Why do you ask, Chad?" Christian questioned him, a
look of fright on his face.

"Anything wrong?"

Christian looked to Matty. Since Chad had been paying
attention to Christian, Matty shook his head `no'. In
other words, not to say anything.

"No, nothing's wrong Chad. Um, I'm gotta get back to
work."

He brushed by Chad, straightening his tie, then passed
by Matty.

Chad then remarks to his partner, "I sense something
strange about Christian. He mention any problem he's
having?"

Matty looked at the door, over his shoulder, the
direction in which Christian headed.

"Yo, Matty?"

Turning, he asked, "What?"

"I asked if you knew of any problem Christian is
having?"

"Um, no." Then, thinking it wise, changed the subject
immediately to, "Jack Warner gave notice. I let him
go."

"Notice?"

"Yeah."

"He gave notice, but you let him go?"

As they walked to the office, hanging a left in the
cinder blocked corridor, Matty explained the details
surrounding Jack's demise, leaving out a randy part of
the story, fter Jack left the jon.

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2B Continued....


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