Date: Tue, 28 Jun 2005 03:41:10 -0400 (EDT) From: T Chase Subject: Nature Walk 47 The following story is a work of fiction set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes 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 states and countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom? "Nature Walk" 47 (M/t oral) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Daddy, how come Philip's and Aidan's daddies aren't home?" "Because, son, they had to wait at the hospital for a friend." "Daddy, are we gonna get a piano?" "I don't know, son. Let's wait and see what happens." Callan could see the disappointment on Diego's face, as he sat there, stirring his Cap'n Crunch around the strawberry island. "Y'know I've got some cash stashed away and..." "Callan, no." "I thought this was 'my' family too, Alonzo." "Yeah, but a piano. That's big bucks, Callan." Smiling, Callan lightened up the atmosphere with, "I didn't think of something." "What's that?" "I might go and buy a piano and then have you throw me out and keep the piano!" Alonzo gave Callan a fake slap on the jaw. "Yeah, sure," Alonzo replied, smirking. "In your dreams!" "Hey, I better go get these guys rock'n'rolling! To be continued," Callan informed his loverman. Callan has his hands full, chasing the smaller boys into the bathroom to brush their teeth and at the same time, telling Denis he didn't have enough beard to shave, shouting to Eric and Mark to cut out the sexy stuff in the shower'n'get out, alerting Frankie to the fact that he had a blue and a black sock on, then lastly, as a whole, that they had fifteen minutes to have breakfast and hightail it out of the house. "Daddy, is dad-Steve and dad-Barry going to move?" "Sometime this week, as they've told me." "I hope we get to see them, still." "You like the dads, don't you son?" "I like dad-Barry's hairy belly and dad-Steve's jokes." "Oh? Dad-Barry's hairy belly?" "I wonder if his belly is like a hairy pillow." "Probably not as hairy as my belly, when you use it for a pillow, son!" "I like your belly too, daddy. Do you think that I can sometime use dad-Callan's belly for a pillow, too?" "I can't answer that son. Who knows what the future holds." "Right, daddy, but I hope you get me a piano to play." "Then we'll have to get you some lessons, to go along with it." "You mean we are getting a piano? Thanks daddy!" Diego got to use his daddy's belly for a cushion, thanking him with a hug. % "Yo, Steve. Wakeup!" Catherine slapped his cheek lightly with a pair of latex gloves. "Wha..what? Catherine! What happened?" "Calm down, Steve, I just wanted to tell you the kid's mother is in ICU." "Oh, thank God." "Jade's coming over from the house, so she's packed some donuts and coffee." "Oh, we could've had some from the cafeteria, Catherine." "And what Steve? Wound up on your back for a week?" "Food's that bad, huh?" "You know Jade." "She does make the best donuts and her coffee is out of this world." "About the boy they brought in, Steve." "Oh yeah, how's he doing?" "Was he a friend of your's?" "Not a close friend, rather a student from school." "Dr. Scalia thought you were waiting for him, so she will be by shortly to tell you what the story is. I can tell you this, the kid is hurt really bad. The old man worked him over good." Steve didn't like the sound of Catherine's description, even though he didn't personally know Paul Foster, having met him briefly last night. "How did they find him?" "I'm not sure of the details, but Officer Green is still here." "Mike Green?" "Yes. He's in the cafe, I think." Steve, not waking the others, left the waiting room, in pursuit of the cafe. As he entered the door to the hospital, he spotted an all too familiar face. "Sean?" "Oh, hi dad!" Like he hadn't seen his father in years, Sean stands from the table he shared with his lover, Jacq, and rushes over to him with open arms. "Oh man dad, I've missed you." "Well, son, it's not like you don't know where I live!" "I know dad. I'm bad. At least I could pick up the phone, huh?" Steve agreed, but also gave back at him the proverbial, "I guess you've been busy with college and all, though. Haven't you?" "Oh sure I have. Jacq has really helped me get on track with my pursuits to become a psychologist." Patting Sean's stomach, Steve congratulates him and before heading for the table that Officer Green occupies, detours to Jacq's nook. "Steve, good to see you!" "Don't get up. I have to talk with Officer Green, so I can't stay." "You're welcome too." "Thanks, but I just wanted to thank you for what you're doing for my Sean." "Well, I have more than his education as my interests, here also Steve." "Dad, sit a minute, please?" Steve could see the wanting on his son's face, so pulled the chair from underneath the table. "What's on your mind, son?" "Dad, I want to tell you that..." Sean looks to Jacq, then continues, "Dad, Jacque and I have a real serious relationship. We're very much in love." "That's good to hear, son... Jacq." "I wanted to let you know that Dad and I want to tell you that I love you very much and thank you for understanding." "Thanks for saying that Sean. It means a lot to me. I know you've had a rough growing up and I'm very happy to see that you met someome that loves and cares for you like Jacq does, but please... don't be a stranger." "I know dad. I promise that I'll... that we'll come over more often." "The boys would like that too, plus Barry and his bunch." "I miss the guys too. How's Aidan and Philip Barr getting it on?" "Hee hee... the two little lovers? I don't think anything can separate them." "It's good to see. I wonder if ten years from now they'll still be as serious as they are now?" "Time will tell son. Listen, I have to catch Officer Green before he finishes his donut and coffee." Jacq kids, "Don't worry Steve, I think he's trying to get down an even dozen and he's only on the eighth donut!" Steve gets up and scoots the chair under the table. "Oowwwch!" "Oh sorry, Jacq!" "That's okay Steve, it hit my knee." Sean says, "Good thing. Any closer and you would have ruined our relationship, dad!" "Is that all I mean to you, Sean?" "Oh, son?" "Yes, dad?" "Don't forget you're waiting for Barry's stuff to arrive today." "I remember dad." "Good. Look for Philip Barr's harp. If it's not in there, we're all going to hear about it!" "I'll keep an eye open for it." Steve leaves his son and Jacque behind and walks across the hospital cafe towards Officer Green. "Hi Mike. How's it going." "Steve Clark, it's been awhile." "Yeah. Ever since you gave me a warning for speeding, at the stop sign!" Mike quickly changed the subject, "Nice gentlement you had in the car there, Steve. What can I do for you?" "I was wondering if it's in your power to tell me about Paul Foster?" "The fuckin' bastard!" "Not the son you're talking about, Mike, I take it?" "I don't understand why kids keep things to themselves!" "It's a more common thing that you think, Mike. Kids, whether six years old, eight, twelve, fourteen, any age have their reasons for keeping things to themselves. Look at my Sean. For years he kept it to himself that... that my former partner sexually and physically abused him. He was intimidated and scared." "Yeah, I suppose. Life's not the same as when I was growing up." "Kids have the same problems, but it seems life is not getting any easier for them. That's why we've got to keep tabs on them and... and... love them!" "You're such a special guy, Steve." "Yeah, yeah... now what about Foster, " Steve first, acting modest, then eager to find out the statistics. "Well, the mother is whom called it in. Apparently she's had her suspicions lately. The dispatcher tried keeping her on the line. He could hear some hollaring in the background, then the phone went dead. When the police arrived, myself, Riley, Graham and Kevin, we found the place quiet, which didn't fit the scene. We found them all in the basement." "Why don't I like the sound of that?" "Apparently she caught her husband's cock in Paul's ass. With that and the beating, she lost it and shot him dead." "Maybe serves him right." "Not where Paul's concerned." "Oh? How's that go, Mike?" "Well, apparently Mr. Foster didn't keel over and die right away. Evidence shows there was a struggle. Mrs. Foster never made it out of the emergency room." "Shit no! And Paul?" "Took a bullet in the leg. Fortunately that's the only serious wound, next to the beating. We don't know if she was aiming for him or a bullet that went stray." "Good thing for Paul, but how's the kid doing?" "He's in bad condition. He's lost a lot of blood and they're not sure about the leg." "Dammit! And he's a top runner on the track team. To add to his woes, psychologically, the loss of his leg would traumatize him to no end." "That's why Gary is keeping tabs on him." "Dr. Roberts to the rescue, again. What would the hospital do without your Gary?" "Oh, another thing, not related to this, but important. Gary would like to speak with Callan and Alonzo." "About Frankie, I take it?" "No, actually, the Pezzolo boys." "Oh, the two who's mother was killed in that accident up on the hill, with Donovon?" "Same kids. We've hunted for next of kin and there isn't any." "So, what's going to happen to them?" "That's why Gary wants to get with Callan and Alonzo." "Are you talking 'adoption'?" "It's up to them." "Geesh, Mike, if Barry and I didn't have a flock of our own, we'd offer in a second!" "I know Steve. Your heart is in the right place." "Isn't there other couples that have an interest in adopting them?" "Most likely. I wouldn't doubt it, however Gary has had them, as we say in the police business, 'checked them out', plus he knows you and Barry are close to them, so he seems to think the boys would be getting a good deal with those two as guardians. Plus, one of them, Adam is gay." "What're all the boys in this town gay?" "And the men?" Mike quipped. "Touche!" Steve replied to Mike, countering his remark. "On a sadder note, contrary to our joking, Steve, it seems that the homophobics have been coming out of the woodwork lately." "Yes. It's a shame about what happened to Chad." "Right. I'm glad he's okay. Now, I have to think about getting going here, Steve." "Have you finished the dozen?" "Dozen what Steve?" "Um, you have sugar on your uniform there, Mike." Suddenly Mike puts two and two together. "Oh, I get it. You're lucky I know you, Steve or I'd think twice about ticketing you for speeding at the next stop sign!" "I got an idea. Why doesn't Gary stop in for dessert tonight?" "Am I invited, too?" "Sure. I meant you too, Mike. Oh and how are you making out with Mike Finnegan and Gary's nephew?" "It's Patrick now." "Come again, Mike?" "Since we already have a 'Mike' around the house, Mike said he wouldn't mind going by his middle name, 'Patrick', or 'Pat', as we call him." "Patrick Finnegan, huh? Sounds more Irish than Mike Finnegan." "Yeah." "He's only seventeen. Zach in his twenties, isn't he?" "That right. Twenty-one, but when the lovebug bites, he ain't looking at the birth certificates!" "They get along good, huh?" "Yeah and unlike Zach's older buddies, he seems to bit a lot more mature. He's so protective of Pat, too. You know he got community service?" "No, I didn't hear the outcome." "Conner Matthews, nor his mom pressed charges. Zach has been so good to Pat. One of his duties is helping the meter maid empty the parking meters on all the main thoroughfares." "Meaningful." "Oh, and he has lockerroom duty at the new rec hall." "It's nice of Zach to help him." "Yeah. I wonder if love has anything to do with it?" "Most likely." "I gotta get home and get my beauty rest, Steve." "Looks like you could use a week's worth, Mike!" "I'm gonna let that slide Steve, on account of I like ya!" The two laughed at there cut up routine. Like they've known each other for years on end, both hugged. "So, there you are!" Sean and Jacque made their way towards the entrance, as Barry showed up, with Albert Fagan at his side. "We caught Steve cheating on you first, Barry," Sean commented, on the light side. "Yep," Jacq replied, "'Heard Steve say to Mike, 'we better hurry before Barry catches us'!" Steve laughed at the bogus accusations. Barry made light of the kidding around. "He did, did he. You know what that means tonight, Steve?" "Hmm," Is all he said, fluttering his eyebrows. "And who is this young man?" Jacq inquires. "Oh," bringing Albert from behind him, where he half hid, "Meet Albert Fagan. Albert, this is Dr. della Croix and his um... friend, Sean Clark." "Nice to meet you, Albert." The two shook hands, then Jacq traded off Albert's hand to Sean. "Sean," Albert said, then while holding Sean's hand, nodded his head to Steve, saying, "any relationship to Mr. Clark, my science teacher?" "He's my dad." "He's a cool guy." "Yeah, thanks." "Um, so you and Doctor Dellacroy are good friends?" "Yes. Very good friends. In fact, very, very good friends." "Are you like, gay?" "Will you look at that, Barry," Steve replies to Albert's insinuations, "his gaydar's in perfect functioning order already!" "Gaydar?" Albert poses to anyone wanting to answer his inquisitiveness. "What Steve means," Sean answers the teen, "is that like radar, a gay man has the ability to detect other gay men." "Oh, I get it." Sean confirms, "And the answer to your question is 'yes', Albert." Steve almost forgot. "Oh, Albert, your mom looks like she's going to recover nicely." "I know." "Oh?" Barry supplies the missing link, "Dr. Scalia informed us." "Did you get your face whipped with the latex gloves?" "Huh?" Barry asked. "Catherine. I had a rude awakening with her thrashing my face with her surgic gloves." "Hmm... I think you may need plastic surgery now, dad!" They all laughed at Sean's humor. Steve says with a corny flair, "Hmm.. maybe I get myself one of those Michael Jackson noses!" "Can it, Steve!" Barry replies. "Um, Doctor Dellacroy?" "Yes, Albert?" "Do you think they have an empty bed, where I can catch a few Z's?" "Oh boy, I wish I could say yes, but there's been quite a bit of traffic through here in the past through days." "Gee, if our place didn't seem like Grand Central Station, I'd offer our place," Barry supplied, cordially. "I know your predicament, Barry and with you and Steve moving and all..." "Sean, you didn't forget, did you?" Barry asks Steve's nineteen year old son. "Nope. Steve's already checked. I'll be available to wait around all day." "Do me a favor, Sean?" "I know, Barry. Keep an eye peeled for Philip's harp?" "You got it, Sean." "Y'know I'm headed home now. If it's okay, Albert can crash at our place. Alright with you, Albert?" Mike offers. "Fine with me," Albert replies. "I think Pat is having some downtime and Zach is playing nursemaid," Mike informs him. % Mike went on to explain to Albert about the two, as they drove home. "The age difference doesn't both them, Mike?" "Nope. They love each other very much and that's all that matters." "All this gay stuff is new to me." "So, before this incident, Albert, you never had any inclinations to be with a man?" "Y'know, Mike... or should I be calling you Officer Green?" "Mike's okay. Go on, Albert." "Well, it feels strange saying this, because I never talked to another guy about it before, but at times I looked at guys, like the guys in the shower at school and I found myself liking the physique of the other guys." Mike wondered where Albert took in the breath of air! "And the female of the species?" "I've conversed with them. Looked at them." "Ever want to... you know, with them?" "Not that I can remember," Albert laughed off the suggestion, "but, I tell you, when I first felt my cock sink into Foster's ass... ooooh fuck, what a hot feeling!" "Why do you think they call it 'fuck', Albert?" "Because it's a hot feeling?" "I don't know why they call it 'fuck'. Probably it's Latin for something similiar. I don't know, Albert!" The two laugh off the reference. "So, Pat and Zach are real gay lovers?" "Far as Gary and I can tell." "And their ages don't mean a thing?" "Albert, why do I get the impression that you're getting to something here?" Albert's face shot down to his crotch and he picked at his fingernails. "Earth to Albert!" Mike mocked. "Well," head still down, as if not to face Mike with the facts, "I was just thinking that mom.... Doctor Scalia told Mr. Barr and I that my mom would have to be in the hospital for at least a week, til she got back on her feet." "I'm sure we can find a place for you for that long, Albert, if you don't want to be at your home alone." "Mike, I... I appreciate all you're doing for me and I hope I'm not sounding like an ingrate," Albert began to tell him, a bit on the shy side. "That is, if you don't have a buddy to stay with," Mike sumised, being that perhaps he had a close friend. "It's not that. Damn, why is this so hard to tell you?" Mike had pulled in the driveway, but stalled the motor and neglected to pop the locks of the patrol car right away. Placing his hand on Albert's arm, he confided, "Albert, you can trust in me to share your feelings with. C'mon. What's on your mind?" Looking up at Mike, Albert smiled and said, "Sure. Why not. You've been nothing but good to me. Mike, I.... I don't know if it's alright, but maybe you can guide me here. I... I want to stay with Coach Martin." "Coach Martin?" The surprising shock came from Mike's mouth and the look on his face. "Yeah, I thought you wouldn't like what I had to say." Albert's face fell like the hinge on his neck broke. His hand still on Albert's, Mike tried out his reply, "I'm not saying you're wrong Albert. Is that why you wanted to find out about differences in ages?" "Um... yeah." "Do you have any idea how old Coach Martin is?" "Yeah. He's twenty-six." "He tell you himself?" "No. He had to fill out some form for an away track meet and I saw it on the application." "I see. So, what makes you so drawn to him, Albert?" "Well, for one thing, if it wasn't for him attacking us guys... I mean... whatever it is he did, fucking Seaford and me, for starters... well, if I hadn't fucked Foster's ass, then I wouldn't have known how good it feels to fuck a guy's ass." "I can side with you on that one, at least, Albert!" "You... you fuck Doctor Dellacroy?" "Getting personal are we?" "I.... I suppose if you're a couple and you love each that there isn't any other guy you're going to do it with, huh Mike?" Mike smiled. "Ya got that right, Albert!" "So you don't think it's cool that I stay with Coach Martin?" "Well, Albert, there's a lot of reasons I don't think it's 'cool' and there's one reason I think it might be." "Can I ask for the latter first?" "Might be 'cool', but you would have to find out from the source himself." "Huh?" "Coach Martin?" Mike spelled out to Albert the 'uncool' reasons for not staying with Coach Martin; the teacher/student thing, plus the orchestration of the deed of beating up on Chad. There's a lot of reasons that could leave either of them at odds with what the law has to say about things. % "I'm so fuckin' tired." "I know you are Chad. Too tired for any.. um?" Matty's look made Chad crack a smile. "Of course not, Matty. Never too pooped for any of your TLC and you know it!" Matty's spit-lubed finger had been readied, whether Chad agreed or opposed to the horny mood. "Oooooooh..." Chad sighed when his lover fingered his lightly hairy hole. "Feel good?" "Wish it was something else!" "Like your dad said, Chad, it wouldn't be 'healthy', until you heal up for your legs to be pressing up against your ribs!" A mutual smile ensued. "It's time like this when I wish we had a dildo or something!" Chad said with a smile. "Hmm..." "What?" "I'll be right back," Matty replied to Chad's inquisitiveness. Chad lay back, closing his eyes. Matty had been gone for only about two minutes. "Sleeping?" "No. Oh, you're kinding?" Chad asked when he saw what Matty held in his hands. "Hee hee... next best thing to it, Chad!" Then they both had a hardy laugh, looking at the banana and cucumber Matty had in his hand. "Good thing your mom knows how to pick out straight bananas!" "Alberto does the shopping. You can thank him, Chad." "Oh yeah, Matty. I can just see myself, 'Alberto, my ass thanks you for picking out straight bananas!'" The room roared with the two's laughter. "Which do you want first, Chad?" "What? No carrots?" "My two fingers can do what a carrot can do!" "Okay. Wait a minute, Matty. Hold them up next to each other," Chad requested. "I dunno. They both look the same circumference." Matty says, "I'd say the cuke is smoother." "Yeah. Will most likely use less lube." "And the banana will get smooshy faster." "Yeah, you're right, Matty, but it looks awfully fat." At five in the morning, Chad laughed at Matty holding up the cuke, comparing it to his fully engourged cock. "Well, Chad? Take it or leave it!" "Why are you teasing me, Matty? You know I'd rather have your snake up me!" He knew the cucumber was wider than Matty's cock. "Next time remind me to stress 'dildo', not 'buttplug'!" Chad voluntarily placed his pillow over his head as Matty greased up the veggie with some lubricant, normally reserved for either of their cocks. "Ooooh fuck! Stop! it hurts!" Chad screamed, shucking the pillow. Matty withdrew the tip of the cuke. "Sorry. You okay. I didn't think it was much wider than me, Chad!" Matty had the monster out in a flash and cuddled his lover. "No, it's not that. I mean the cuke wasn't half bad, Matty. It's just that it made me arch my back and when I did..." "Oh shit, Chad. You had me think I was torturing the hell outta you!" "I'm sorry," Chad then said tenderly. It's then the two called it quits on the assplay and lay together until falling to sleep. % "Here, Albert." "What's this?" "Dr. Scalia asked me to give you this to taken. Ambien. It'll help you sleep." "I am kind of wired up," the eighteen year old replied to the police officer. "That's what she figured. That's one doctor that can read anybody's mind." Mike, upon reentering the room he offered to Albert, eyed the teen jock up and down, donned in only his briefs. "Ah, this used to be Zach's room, so if you find any clothes that fit, feel free to wear them." "But, doesn't Zach still live here?" "Yeah, but they use the spare room with the full sized bed in it." "Oh, I get it. Um, what time is it anyways?" "No clock in here?" "I didn't see one." "No watch?" "Broke. I didn't have money to buy another one." "It's going on 5:30." "Wow! Soon I'll have to get ready for school!" "Um, I think you better think about playing hooky today, Albert." "I haven't missed a day of school in three years!" "Hmm..." "What?" "I can't believe how you seem like such a responsible young man and you go and do a thing like you did. It doesn't add up, Albert." "I know." "You know?" "Yeah. You see, my mom and I haven't been alone 'that' long. My dad passed away about two years ago. Like a normal teen, I guess, I was going through the usual stages. That's what my mom calls it. Joining the track team last year, I met up with Paul Foster and Chris Seaford. Not so much Chris, but Paul, had this attitude about him. One of them had been against anybody different than us." "Including gays?" "Yeah, that too. But it wasn't just that, geeks, too. You know what I mean?" "Yes. I've come across plenty of teens in your situation, Albert. Some don't learn their lessons as easy as you do and mark my words, if not for Barry Barr, you wouldn't be getting off as easy as you are. Be thankful for that!" "Oh, I am Mike. Tell you right now. I swear that I'm turning over a new leaf." "You have my support, Albert. Anytime you need to talk about something, me ears are there for the listening or even Gary's." "He's a shrink, huh?" "Yeah, that's him." "Well, I better get some sleep." "Take the pill, Albert. It'll give you a nice long rest." "Okay, but you'll let me know if you hear anything about my mom, wouldn't you?" "I will." Mike closed the door and left to go downstairs. Before he reached the top of the landing, Zach heads out of his room for the jon. "You're getting in late, Mike?" "It's been a helluva day. Um, for your information, we have a houseguest." "Another wayward boy?" "Eighteen year old, in trouble with the law." "You cuff him to the bed?" "Do you think I would even consider bringing that kind of riff-raff into this house?" "Okay. What's the deal, Mike?" "Listen, I'm kind of stressed out. Why don't we pick this up in the morning, Zach." "It 'is' morning, but I'll let you go, Mike." The twenty-one year old went on his way, letting Mike carry on. Mike stripped down, but didn't even bother brushing his teeth, as he climbed into bed next to his lover. "You're late," Gary said, groggy. "What a night it's been." "What time is it, Mike?" "Um.. about 5:30." "Five thirty!" The thirty-six year old exclaimed, turning to look at the illuminated clock. "Well, it's not like I've been out drinking with the guys, though right now I feel like I could use a couple of beers!" "Tense?" "Yeah," Mike replied, feeling the hand on his cock. "Poor baby." Smiling in the dark, the police officer began to unwind, as the hand became replaced with moist lips. "Ooooooh..." Dr. Gary Roberts, before rising to get ready for his shift, on duty at West Richland Memorial Hospital, began administering a therapy session on his lover. After licking and sucking Mike's shaft, then taking his balls in his mouth, savoring the round orbs and then throating the hard cock, he pulled off. "Sleeping?" He questioned the darkness. "Not until I plug your ass!" Gary let out a soft laugh. Though it doesn't happen often, it's not the first time that Mike's rolled in at the wee hours of the morning. Normally, Gary would take it lying flat on his back, but for occasions such at this, he'd be riding rodeo! Reaching in the draw for the lube, Gary slicked up Mike's 9c. Unlike his own, his hand couldn't fit around the thick tube, but he slimed it up good. Lifting his five foot ten, hundred and sixty pound frame, he carefully positioned his ass over the projectile. With ease he lowered himself. As usual, Mike's hands came up to Gary's torso and he helped ease him onto his stirrup. "Oooooooh yeah!" Groans from both filled the room. Mike suddenly felt a wave of energy. All that pent up, gruesome detail of the day's work culminated in a more than pleasant moment of activity. Without even dislodging himself, hugging Gary, he turned the lightweight over onto his back, as if pinning a wrestler. At first he almost bent Gary in half, then unfolded his legs, resting them on his shoulders. Starting out slowly, in no time he worked into a fury, pounding his nine inch tool in and out. Gary began doing little crunches, trying to get more inside of himself. Soon Mike was making sure he filled up every nook and cranny of Gary's inner love canal. % Sounds like an overflilled creampuff! continued......... Copyright 2005 T. Chase McPhee All Rights Reserved. www.assgm.net www.nifty.org Permission is NOT granted to publish this story to any PAY site, nor any site that is not listed above, without the author's prior consent.