Date: Thu, 8 Nov 2007 17:09:25 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Natures Trail 36 The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, 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. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection. % "Nature's Trail" 36 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "One more time? Pleeeeeez?" Standing there with his hands on his hips, Max stared at the two pleading kids. "Alright. One more dive then the three of us have to go in the house or I'll have hungry mouths screaming at me!" Doing his best to impress Max stood on the diving board backwards. Taking a rather large bounce he scooted backwards off the board, diving in forwards. Standing waistdeep in the shallow end the two boys applauded his efforts. "That was the bestest yet, Max!" Philip congratulated him. Aidan patted him on the back, slapping mostly water, as Max zoomed in between them. "Thanks guys." "One more?" Aidan says, "You're pushing it, Phil!" "Another time guys. Soon summer will be here and you'll have plenty of time to learn diver's moves." "Will you teach us?" "If I can. I'll be carrying a heavy load this summer." Aidan's and Philip's towels hung around their necks, down their shoulders, Max dried off as if exiting the shower. "Tell you what..." Max says, "if I can't give you some lessons, I'm sure Denis or Mark can. Afterall, they're on the college swim team." "Won't be the same," Philip tells him. "Yeah. We like watching your dives," Aidan says, same low attitude as Philip's. "Let's not get all pouty. Chances are I bet I'll be able to fit you guys into my busy schedule, okay?" The two lightened up afterwards. Back in their room the boys showered off the pool chemicals, drying off. "Hey, I got an idea," Philip comes up with, as if a lightbulb going off in his head. "What?" Turning around, he tells Aidan, "Check to see if I have any hair `there'!" "We're not going to," Aidan says, without looking. "We have to be older to get hair on our bodies." Lifting his arm, Philip looks at his armpit. "I guess you're right." Next thing, Philip catches Aidan looking down at his own pubes. "Anything?" Philip asks. "Nope," Aidan replies. "I guess we have to be older." With the exploration for body hair out of the way, the two jump into some clothes. "I like the stripe on Max's stomach. I hope I have one when I get to be a teenager," Philip mentions. "You won't be able to see it much." "Why not?" "Because," Aidan theorizes, "you're a blond. You have to have dark hair like mine to see it." "My brother Chad is a blond. You can see his hair." "Up close, sure. But from far away, it looks like skin," Aidan says. "Still," Philip insists, "you can see it if the sun is shining on it. It makes it all shimmery." "Well my hair is dark, so if I get a stripe down my belly, you can look at it all you want!" "Cool! Can I touch it?" Philip asks, energetically. "Sure," Aidan says. The two head out to catch some before-dinner Tv. % "Guess who?" "Um, Spiderman?" Chad guessed, as Jeremy held his hands over his eyes, from behind. "Noooo, it's me!" Sitting on the top, back of the sofa, the ten year old falls back, his head landing between Matty's left knee and Chad's right knee, upsidedown to his dads upright positions. "Ready to hit the pizza parlor?" Matty questions his son. "Yup and then don't forget we're taking ice cream over to Phil's and Aidan's?" "How could we forget with you to remind us?" Chad tells him. "Aren't you glad you have me?" "Yup!" his dads tell him. Getting up, Chad scoops his arm under Jeremy's right armpit, Matty under the left, hauling the ten year old up in the air, landing on his feet. "Going up! Going down!" Jeremy says to the thrill ride given him. % "Guess what?" Before Denis could question Darryl, `what', he gets a kiss on his lips. "What?" "The policeman guarding your door is gone." "Oh, so you're here to keep track of me? Isn't that risky?" Denis questions him. "No. Actually the charges brought against you by Harry Morse, have been dropped." "Really? That's great!" Denis says, beaming. With the upbeat reaction, it causes Darryl to smile back. "Yeah, it happened about an hour ago. If it wasn't for Jose it probably would have never come about." "Oh, so that's what he meant!" "Who meant what?" Darryl questions Denis. "Nothing," Denis says, motioning his hand like swatting a fly. For a minute Darryl stared at Denis. Thinking a connection between Denis and Jose. He forgot about it, as he looked at Denis, different in appearance as night and day. "Oh, I got you something." Reaching outside the door, Darryl bends over, picking something up. "Flowers? For me?" "Not exactly. This time I thought I would try a plant." "What's it called?" "A spider plant. You see, eventually a bunch of vines start shooting out of it and they get their own little `spiders' budding out on each stem." "Interesting," Denis says. "Thanks." "You're welcome," Darryl says, bending over the bed, giving him another peck on the lips. "So, I wonder when I can get out of here?" "Hey! How's it going, Denis?" Sitting in a wheel chair, Jose is brought in, Clif at the helm, guiding him. Doing a sit up, Denis questions, "What the hell happened to you, Jose?" "Fell down the stairs," the seventeen year old replies. "He didn't fall down the stairs," Clif corrects him. "He was.... mugged!" "Mugged? Like where?" On orders from Darryl the two had trouble fabricating the real facts, so they said their goodbyes. "I know they weren't telling the truth," Denis seriously confronts Darryl. "Yeah. They don't make good liars, do they?" Darryl replies. "So what really happened?" "Apparently Jose went into the supply closet to fetch some rolls of toilet paper. He claims Harry Morse tried to rape him." "What tha?" Denis says for the second time, sitting up from a reclining stage. "Yeah. Jose comes stumbling out of the supply closet, stripped to the buff, bruised and bloody. Harry had ointment all over his hands. Seems it matched with the same oily residue on Jose's ass." "That's terrible! Why didn't Jose tell the truth?" "Because I asked them not to." "Why?" "Because I didn't want to upset you, Denis." "I think I could have handled it. I `am', aren't I?" "Yeah babe, you are," Darryl says, placing a hand on Denis' forearm, rubbing it. "I like that." "What?" Darryl asks. "The way you called me `babe'. It makes me feel like we've got something more going, besides being friends." Recalling last night, Darryl remains silent. "What's the matter?" Denis asks. "Denis, Julian spent the night at my house last night." "Oh," Denis replied, hardly forcing the word out. After a pause, he asked, "Did you guys like sleep in the same bed?" "Yeah, we did," Darryl says, being honest. "Oh...." Denis replies weakly, lying down on the bed. "I suppose you didn't have any clothes on?" "It didn't start out that way, but we were drinking, then one thing led to another. Neither of us could stop after our shirts came off." "Oh.... so I guess we're finished before we've even gotten started, huh?" "Denis, I'm not in love with Julian." "Then," feeling like the used victim, Denis inquires, "who do you love?" "Not myself, for sure. When I woke up this morning, finding the other side of the bed empty, I hated myself for giving in to my own desires." Denis had the look of wanting to know more. "We only did oral last night. I was hurting, feeling sorry for myself, so I lay in bed while Julian licked and sucked me." "Let me guess," Denis confides, his hand taking Darryl's, "you were hurting because of me?" Taking a seat, parking his butt on two inches of the ledge of the bed, Darryl tells him, "It's nothing you did. But while I'm on the subject of confessions, I have another one to make." "Oh?" "On the night they brought you and Mark in, they gave you something to make you sleep. I probably shouldn't have done it, but I kissed you. The point I want to make is I felt something for you. It might have taken us longer to get to where we are, if you hadn't hugged me..." "I don't think I meant it to be romantic," Denis suggests. "I know you didn't. You had just been through a harrowing experience, plus worried about your brother." Laying back, looking at the ceiling, Denis stares at the tiles. "What are you thinking?" Darryl asks, standing at the side of the bed, stirring Denis back into conversation, nudging his bicep. "Y'know, if Mark hadn't come along, I think I might have actually gone and done away with myself?" "Are you feeling suicidal now, Denis?" Instead of a direct answer, Denis sits up, props himself up, elbow poking into the mattress, as he reveals, "Darryl, I've been thinking..." "About?" "I don't care that you slept with Julian last night." "You don't?" "Maybe you needed somebody to lean on, Darryl. I'm sorry it couldn't be me." "Does this mean you're forgiving me, just like that?" Picking the wrinkles out of the sheet, Denis tells him, "I don't really have anybody to talk with... `cept you. It's boring around here when you're not around. Plus... I think I felt something for you. When I thought about the other night, hugging you, maybe my subconscious was hoping for more. Anyway, when you kissed me today, I felt something like maybe wanting to have you around." On a lighter note Darryl smiles, saying, "If it comes with forgiveness, I'll take it!" "C'mere." Reaching up, wadding the midchest area of Darryl's shirt in his fist, Denis gives a pull, Darryl lurching forwards, their lips matching up. % "Is he gone yet?" "Hold on. I'm looking," Clif Luq replied, an eye peering around the doorframe of room 412. "He's in the elevator." "Cool! Let's roll'em!" Jose says, as Clif pushes him out of the room, down the hall, entering Denis' room. "Alright if we come in?" "Sure," Denis agrees, sitting up in bed. "I'm getting kind of bored, since Darryl left." "We saw him," Jose says. Clif adds, "We waited til he got on the elevator, `cause we weren't sure if he wanted us to see you." "Why not?" "Actually," Clif notes, "you don't look as sick as Darryl made you out to be. At least it doesn't look like you are." "I get depressed. It comes and goes," Denis tells them. Interrupting them, Jack walks in, carrying a food tray, saying to Jose, "How's it going, stud?" Smiling, Jose replies, "It's going." "All I know is, you better hurry up and get better. I'm getting tired of doing `your' job!" Setting up the table over Denis' bed, the twenty-seven year old nurse takes the top off of the plate. "Whoooa," Denis exclaims, "it looks like `real' food!" Jack tells him, "Yeah, well, don't tell anybody. I was on dinner break, so brought you slab of beef and fries from the Burger Farm." "Cool! Thanks. I was getting tired of watered-down vegetables and the hockey puck they pass off as salisbury steak!" "My thoughts, exactly," Clif tells them. "You wouldn't catch me cooking up something like that!" "By the way, `Stud', your boyfriend called while you were in dreamland," Jack directs to Jose. "How did you know it was my boyfriend?" "Hey, you're not the only one who keeps tabs on people," Jack says. "You spent more time with him than any other patient, when he was here." "I was trying to help him." "Um, who's your boyfriend?" Denis asks. Before Jose can answer, Clif speaks up, joking, "I thought `I' was your boyfriend!" "You're too old for me," Jose tells him. "I'm only three years older. Geesh, it's not like I'm some old man!" Clif kids. Playing matchmaker, Jose says, "Jack doesn't have a boyfriend." "Jose, I told you I'm still in the closet!" Jack scolds the seventeen year old. "Really, Jack? Does it matter? We're all gay here, dah!" Jose says, a grin on his face. "I'm not really out either, if it matters," Clif sends Jack's way, a smile attached. Jose, knowing a lot about Clif, says, "You're new to town. You don't know anybody, Clif!" Taking out a pad, writing something down, Jack tears it off, stuffing it in Clif's hand as he leaves the room, saying, "Maybe it's time you got to know somebody," adding a subtle, "Call me." Leaving Denis, who has been following the conversation up until now, says, "I can't believe Jack is gay. He's so straight-acting." Clif remarks, gesturing, "I like the beefy build, too." Motioning to the crumbled up paper in his hand, Jose tells him, "Follow up. I bet you in no time Jack will invite you over to his gym." "Gym?" Clif questions. "I haven't been inside a gym, since high school!" Not to be mean, Denis says, "It shows." "Really?" Clif says, feeling up the small flat tire of his midsection. Jose tells him, "I bet Denis has tigher abs than you do." "I do a lot of swimming. I'm on the college swim team," Denis clues them in. "At WRCC?" Denis nods his head, `yes', saying, "Yup." "Small world. My roommate is on the swim team." "Who?" Denis asks. "Troy Kostellic. Know him?" "Sure do," Denis replies, a smile on his face. Picking up on the reason instantly, Clif says, "He's cute isn't he?" "More than cute. A regular hunk," Denis tells his opinion. "Too bad he's straight." "Yes," Clif says, "but even straightboys like to play around." "Really?" Denis replies, placing the cover back on the empty plate Jack had brought in. "Like what?" "Um, does anybody want to clue me in to whom you're talking about?" Jose breaks in on the duo. "Oh, I forgot you were there," Clif says, looking down at the seventeen year old, in the handicap chair. "I know you did, but you two go on. Have your little chat." Pushing the little table away, from hovering over the bed, Denis swings his legs over the side, tossing himself out of bed. "C'mon. Sit over here," he motions Clif to sit where Darryl had been sitting. Denis takes the chair next to him, Jose in front of them. Without further ado, Denis opens with, "Troy Kostellic is this six foot two, twenty year old Greek god." Clif picks up, saying, "Denis tells the truth. Troy is so tall, he has to have an extra long bed." "Both of you have seen him in the buff I suppose, so what's he like?" Jose probes. Denis, more forward than Clif, boldly heralds, "You should see him in the shower." "I did peek sometimes," Clif interjected, blushing right afterwards. "Clif'll tell you then," Denis gets to the meaty details, "he's gotta be ten inches, easy." "And not skinny, either," Clif says. "A damn beer can!" Denis dramatically describes, holding two rounded, connecting hands in front of his pubes. But then Clif veers off, saying, "I know. I have had a chance to hold it." "Oh really?" Denis questions. "Then maybe Troy isn't so straight after all?" "He claims he is straight, but..." "Don't leave us hanging, Clif! Spit it out!" Jose exclaims. "There is not much to tell. I'm out to a few guys. Troy knows I am gay so he asked me if I would like to suck his cock. I told him I would, but I could not get my mouth open wide enough." "Holy cow!" Jose gasps, "He's `that' big?" "Like Denis says," Clif tells the teen, "fat like a beer can." His hands mimic Denis' description. "So, how many times have you been to bed with him?" Jose asks, chilling out in his wheeled chair, his left hand naively placed in his lap, his middle finger coursing over the clothed tip of his spiking cock. Needing all the upbeat humor he can muster up, Denis steals glances at the seventeen year old Latino's pubes, thinking if Jose is trying to be casual about the appearance of his hand-to-cock, he's doing a poor job of concealing it. "I wouldn't call it `in bed' and it's only happened like two times, so I'm not sure it would be termed `gay sex'," Clif reports back to them, not totally blind to the fact of Denis' eyes giving him his full attention. Suddenly, Jose's hand freezes, moves from between his legs, to his thigh, as he utters a simple, "What?" Denis and Clif look to each other, then to the expression on Jose's face, a question, then peer down to the answer for their look of knowing. "Oh that," Jose says, both hands on his thighs, as if to pull them slightly apart, highlighting the erection in his pants. "It's okay," Clif tells him. "Same thing happens when I tell Troy about my teenage boyfriend. My words, `to describe', makes his crotch `grow'." "Oh? How's that go?" Denis probes, as he tries to keep his own hands pivoted atop his thighs. Clif reveals, "Why, I didn't even need to touch him. No, the story I told him about my first boyfriend, makes him hard." Sitting there, Denis on Clif's right, Jose in front of the two, the two teens experience a growth in their crotches, too obvious to hide, as the twenty year old tells his tale of first love and it's effect on Troy. "There Troy reclines on his bed, his hand down the front of his pants, as I tell him about my first love, Curt," Clif's eyes beam, recalling his sixteenth year of life. "We first meet after school, at my house. My parents, they are not home. Curt and I go up to my room. It is not the first time we see each other naked. We have the same gym class. It's where we locked eyes." As Clif bared all, his story seemed to dive back in time. "We are in shower. Other guys have left. We both pretend we are not looking at each other. Being finished, I turn off my shower. As I leave showerroom, Curt tells me I still have soap on me. I ask `where?', because I examine myself and cannot see. He says my armpit. Sure enough, I feel under my right arm and the pocket of my arm is still slimy. I go back to turn on shower. Guess what? No hot water. I say something like `This is totally freezing!' and jump out from under it. At first I hear Curt giggle, then see him standing there, he starts to laugh his ass off. I walk over to him, a little pissed. I push him out from under his shower and stand there. Then he does something to totally freak me out. Instead of returning the hateful deed, he steps into the shower. First thing I feel, under the trickling water is his chesting touch me. Then, right on down my bod, I feel his wet skin next to mine. I am surprised when he say to me, `I wait til we get alone.' It was my turn to laugh, as I tell him I feel same thing, about waiting for all the other guys to leave." With Clif's totally hot, steamy story, igniting their wicks, Denis' hand plays under the apron of his hospital robe, as Jose seemingly fails at hiding the same reaction. Not oblivious to the effect he's having on the two teens, Clif says, "See? Same thing happen to Troy. I tell him story and he starts to get erection, like you! Only thing is, he is too big to keep himself contained in his pants. We are both alone, in the room we share, so Troy unbuckles his belt, unzips, grabs hold of his briefs and lifts them over his big cock." A bit naive, Jose exclaims, "I've never seen a cook that big!" "It's big when it's not hard!" Denis tells the seventeen year old. "Us other guys can get away without wearing a jock under our speedos, but hell, Troy's big even when he's not hard. What I've heard is that on the first day of training, Troy tried to follow the rest, not wearing a jock and his soft cock fell right out of his speedo. Like totally embarrassed, was he, when he mounted the diving board and started jumping. His beercan fell right out the leg of his speedo." "What did he do?" Jose asks, as Clif, hand under his own hospital garment, questions with his looks. "As the guys say, he dove in, but wasn't in any hurry to get out of the water. `Must've happened before though," Denis clues them in. "Why?" Clif asks. "The guys say coach came over to where Troy was in the water, telling him he better get himself a jock. When Troy tells him he's so embarrassed, Coach Hollister tells him, `Don't be. It's not like you're the first one this has ever happened to!'." By now, Jose and Denis already have the gist of Clif's story down pat. It's Denis whom suggests to Jose, "You don't look like you have anything to be ashamed of, either," he nods. Smiling, Jose says, "I know. I get teased about it everytime I take a shower in gym class. Once I heard one of the guys say, `the goodie-two-shoes reigns!'" Boldly, Denis asks Jose, "Well, how long are you going to keep us in suspense?" "What? Show you my cock? I can't do that here," the seventeen year old tells them, his hand suddenly at an inert stage. "Wow," Denis says, as he sees Clif get up. As the twenty year old heads for the door, his hospital gown shows what he's been hiding, the heavy piece of stiff meat, in a downward arc, it's tip tenting the fabric. "There," he says, engaging the lock. "You must be really hung!" Denis tells Clif, as he walks back to his chair. Slinging his head over his shoulder, Jose tries to see what Denis is talking about. "So?" Clif says to Jose. "The door is locked." "I dunno," Jose says squeamishly. "I've never `revealed' myself to anybody in public!" "I don't see what the big deal is," Clif offers, flinging the flap of his hospital skirt up. "Oh wow! Are you hot!" Denis says, his hand becoming more active, at seeing the two `tennis balls' hanging down to either side of Clif's 9.5c. "And you?" Clif says, grinning, as he tugs at the cloth covering up Denis. Fully uncovering it, Clif smiles, telling him, "Hmm, not bad for a senior in high school!" "You think?" Denis questions him, as he allows Clif to draw back the flap of the gown. "Do you mind?" Clif openly asks. Not waiting for a reply from Denis, his free hand replaces Denis' hand, folding it over the blonds 8c. "Ohhhhhhhhh," Denis sighs, bracing himself in his chair, throwing his head back, as Clif begins massaging him. Not wanting to be left out, Jose shouts out, "Hey, what about me?" With two down and one to go, Jose sweeps aside the gown. "Nice," Denis tells the teen. "Thanks," Jose says, adding, "but I don't think I'm any bigger than you Denis." "Only one way to find out!" Clif tells them. "What tha?" Denis exclaims, as Clif motions for Jose to stand up. "C'mon Denis. Aren't you curious as well?" "Sure," Denis says, as Clif puts the thought into his head. As if a referee, Clif coaches the two teens, having them pace forwards, linking up their pubes, the Frenchman's hand joining the two teen barrels, Jose's tip to the base of Denis' hard shaft and vice versa, as he remarks, "Yes, I think so." "What?" Jose and Denis say almost simultaneously, looking down between themselves. "You are both the same size." With all intentions of flopping down into their chairs, they were forced to hesitate, as Clif kept their pubes linked up. "I never try this, but would like to," Clif suggests, looking up to the two, as he falls to his knees. "Try what?" Denis asks. Before either teen could register, Clif had leaned in, his tongue extended, licking over both 8c's. "Oh shit!" Denis called out, as he gazed down, at the short-haired, spiked blond head, moving to the rhythm of his tongue. On the other hand, Jose didn't say a thing for the longest time, til it registered with the seventeen year old, a wet mouth was the reason his cock was sending hot shockwaves out throughtout his bod. Finally, he came to his senses, saying, "I don't know if Mark is gonna like this!" "Mark?" Denis said, with the only guy named `Mark' on his mind he could think of. While Clif's tongue traveled randomly between cocks, the two above carried on their conversation. "Yeah, Mark-your-brother," Jose finally proclaimed. "Did he...." Denis insinuated the special bonding of the two brothers, but hesitated on account of Clif lurking between them. "Don't worry," Jose says to Denis, with a confident smile, "your secret is safe with me." "So Mark told you and you're okay with it?" "I'm fine with it. Like I say, nobody has to know about it but Mark, me and you." Denis smiled a grin of thankful satistfactions, adding, "I can't believe you and Mark hit it off." "Well, what do you think?" Probably the reason they could carry on a conversation and be distracted from the wet tongue, is Clif's face, peering up the alley of the two teen bods. "It was good," Jose says, "but I feel funny having you do it and having a boyfriend." "Yeah, me too," Denis tells him. "I bet you're an awesome cocksucker." "Oh well," Clif says, as the two sit, letting the aprons of their hospital gowns flop down over their shrinking erections. Advising Clif, still on his knees, Jose tells him, "I bet Jack will like you." With a giggle, Denis addresses them, "What? Like Clif or his cocksucking?" "Both and more," Jose tells the two. "And more?" Clif asks inquisitively. Denis is all ears too, as Jose responds, "Well sure. Jack and I are co-workers. He's messed around with guys." "Messed around with guys?" Clif asks. "Well sure. Jack is like twenty-seven years old. He's lots older than me. He's more experienced," Jose rattles on. "He knows a lot so he's told me lots about gay stuff I didn't know about." Clif didn't have to fetch information from Jose, as Denis inquired, "Like what did he tell you?" "First he asked me if I was a top or bottom. I told him top, I thought," Jose says. "Oh, that's not going to work out with Mark, I can tell you that for sure," Denis conveys. "Because he's a top too, right?" Before Denis could interject food for thought, Jose says, "It's okay. Mark and I both know, but I told him what Jack said about it and he pretty much felt satisfied with Jack's explanation." "Which would be?" Denis asks, as Clif's chin swings in his direction, then back to Jose. "He used himself as an example, more or less. Jack says sometimes when he sees a guy's bod it turns him on in a way that drives him wild, like this college guy one time," Jose stoked their interest. "Meeting him at a party, Jack asked him, `Wanna do something?'. I asked Jack how he knew the guy was even gay, but Jack says he has this built-in thing..." "Gaydar," Denis butts in. "Yeah, that's it. Anyway, he found out the guy was versatile, he could go either way," Jose explained the terminology, "which was good for Jack, because he said when they both got naked, Jack wanted to lick this guy all over, which was cool because the other guy wanted to fuck Jack's ass. Jack even said the guy `had to have his ass'." "I suppose that is alright," Clif said, yet Denis could sense a let down. >From experience, though he didn't clue Clif in to `whom', Denis tells him, "I thought I was top, until I saw my.... my friend's," he quickly avoided `brother', "bod and had the desire get oral with him." Jose and Denis exchanged glances, but Clif stole the conversation with, "Would not work for me," Clif stands by his guns. "You would not get me to fuck a guy. I only like to do oral." "No problem with Jack," Jose assures him, as if he knows Jack like a well-read book, "He tells me it's okay with two guys getting oral on each other." "Still," Clif wouldn't resign to Jose's idea, "I like it when Curt lay there and let me lick and suck him for hours," recalling his teen encounter. Then, with Clif's involvement in the conversation, it seemed to carry on between the twenty year old and Jose. Denis turned his own thoughts to Darryl, wondering how their relationship would pan out. Falling into a reverie, relaxing in the chair, Denis pictured himself reverting to his top role, laying there, hands behind head, Darryl sweetly tonguing his body all over. He smiled when the cop got to his pubes! % Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.