Date: Fri, 7 Jun 2013 10:30:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tchase Mcphee
Subject: Giv2GeT 04

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Giv2GeT 04


WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Soon as Leon Lloyd Justice got out of his car, Thomas Achille was in love!

Ed had barely introduced the two, when Dwight shows up with a dire matter
at hand.

With only names exchanged, the two began to get acquainted.

Thomas right away had wanted to act soft, get close to new camper, but knew
what position entailed, trying to act like a strict `major general', a feat
he thought possible with his acting skills, even though most of the time he
was an extra on the set, bound and hanging out for effect. He couldn't
really comprehend why he got a pink slip, not with his 6' frame, muscled
chest, abs and arms, perfectly patterned bod hair, the beard, stache and in
`their' opinion, very good looking, not to mention the pistol he was
packing... he stood his ground... "We will get started as soon as you get
changed," Thomas forgot about his past life and started in on the new,
addressing Justice.

Sharing the same cabin, Thomas was all set with his running pants, though,
in a gesture to make Leon Lloyd feel comfortable, stripped down next to
nothing, he says, "I think I'll change into a tank top," stripping off his
shirt.

It made him smile, humor himself, Leon Lloyd knowing, if a man wanted to
draw attention to himself, he did it in a cunning way. Though, he wasn't
condemning Thomas a single bit, looking upon the hot bod, all that
meaningful hair, making his tongue thirst like hell, he just couldn't hold
back, "Do you think we should wait a day or so, or get down and dirty right
now?"

"What?" Thomas stood there, holding his yellow tank top with both hands.

Waltzing right over, stealing the shirt out of Thomas' hands, Leon Lloyd
says, "You heard me."

Flustered, Thomas says, "Of course I heard you. I heard every word," his
eyes are traveling all over the hairy chest before him, not daring himself
to spy further, "but... "

About a three inch difference in height, it didn't phase either Leon Lloyd
reeling Thomas in, fingertips taking hold of the hem of Thomas' running
pants and giving a pull.

One wanting it more than other, so it seemed, Leon Lloyd reels in the
baited hook, "By the way, my closest friends call me, `LL'," with both
hands engaged, the back of LL's hand abandoning the scratchy pubes,
floating up obliques. Bods matchup without resistance, as LL smooches
Thomas.

Coming up for air, Thomas says, "I think this is going to be `some'
summer!" he contorts his mouth, like he was rusty on giving or receiving
the sweet affection. "Um, like how did you know I wasn't going to punch
your lights out?"

A good judge of character, most of the time, LL already read Thomas like an
employee handbook, the difference between someone who has it all together
and the person who acted like it, but failed at stage presence.

Standing there, LL acted like the parent, waiting for a son's alibi
regarding some late night fracas. When Thomas didn't readily come through,
LL prompts, "Now level with me, Tom, or is it Thomas?"

"Either, or," Thomas gave leeway.

Another red flag going up, giving the person asking, a choice, LL furthers,
"Tell me, Tom, how many Warrior events have you participated in?"

It then occurs to Thomas, `why am I on trial?', yet he was kinda getting
the impression, if he lied, his trainee would see right through him, "Um,
like... none?"

LL deduced the smile was an act of apology, the slight contours of the
eyebrows, begging for mercy, finally breaking the ice, "And just what is it
you do for a living, if not a Personal Trainer, Tom?" he drops his hands
from the neatly shaven obliques, returning to the `father' image, balanced
on one foot, arms folded across middle, `waiting' for explanation.

"I don't suppose you've ever seen the movie, `Punch Me, Thrill Me, Whip
me'?"

Again, the contortion of the eyebrows, puckered lips, dark beard making it
all more pronounced, how could LL not give leeway, "No. Why don't you tell
me about it," given he caught on to the unusual title, though did not think
it wasn't a parody of one of his favorite oldie tunes, `Hold Me, Thrill Me,
Kiss Me', a remake by Nick Pitera, set in a style akin to Imagine
Dragons... regardless, it seemed his thoughts about the song was giving
Thomas too much mental space, "So, Tom?"

"You're just like my dad," Thomas smiles, trying to convey a feeling of
emotion.

"Don't tell me. Domineering, obsessed with..."

"No, no, no, not that way at all. My dad was cool. Wait! I'm not too old to
use that word, am I?"

This wasn't the office, nor a board meeting, and since LL wasn't addressing
one of his colleagues, responded with relaxed composure, reaching out to
Thomas, planing a few fingers down the side of one cheek, sending a
message, "I love the feel of a man's beard and yeah, I think `cool' is
cool!"

Thomas smiled, but then thought he should level, "Look, LL..."

LL drops his hand, not that he was trying to coerce Thomas into a
confession, but rather `confession was good for the soul'.

Sitting perched on the side of the bed, Thomas says, as he counts out on
his fingers, rattling off the negative aspects along with the good, "I
never did a Warrior event, I'm not a personal trainer, I'm a porn star and
my biggest film was a low budget S&M flick."

"S&M?" LL exclaims, "You into that stuff?"

"Not at first, but since I have rather a nice physique, the studio I worked
for, thought with the looks and muscle, I had what it takes?"

"Well, I'm with the studio!" LL says, again feeling free and frisky to
touch Thomas' `fur'.

"I guess that means I should be thanking you?"

"I'm sure I can think up a few ways!"

"And how do you know about S&M, since it didn't seem to phase you when I
mentioned it?"

Sitting there with Thomas, LL got comfortable for his explanation, lying
back on the bed, placing hands behind his head.

He could not very well carry on a conversation behind his back, LL falling
backwards and him sitting upright on the edge, Thomas doing likewise, but a
little twist to the falling back, turning on his side.

With temporary amnesia, distracted by all that neck to navel fur, LL lifts
his right elbow up, causing his eyes to get a better look, "Mm-mm," he
says, first gazing at the Thomas' hairy pecs, then his eyes, "how could
anyone want to do damage to your hot bod?"

"I've been into weight training most of my life. Working at the studio I
found out my abs can take a lot of abuse. Most people think this is weird,
but I can get a hardon with the `right' guy punching me," said with
reluctance, "or other S&M stuff. I had to go by what the script called
for. It was part of the job."

"And why did you leave it?" LL asks, feeling free to finger the hairy
fibers under Thomas' navel.

"I was canned because I didn't want to participate in acting experiences,
which I thought risky."

"Oh? How would that go?"

Taking a deep breath, Thomas replies, "Well, I think they sensed a few
things. On a scale of one to ten, ten being a high pain threshold, I was
about a 9.5."

LL cuts to a joke, "Pain or size?"

"Pain. Size? You'll have to wait and find out!" Thomas says, adding a wink.

"I'm hard already, thinking about it!"

"Tell you what, Leon... I mean LL..."

LL responds, "Either or."

"Either or, `what'?"

"LL or Leon, or... whatever name you choose, when we start doing some
acting?" LL smiles.

Looking at LL with skepticism, Tom says, "There's something you're not
telling me, LL?"

"And you can't make up you're mind how to call me?" LL smiles.

"I don't know. Sometimes you seem like this big executive and then other
times, so... down-to-earth," Tom replies, feeling free to `touch', running
a hand over LL's exposed forearm.

"Truth is, I had my security man do some deep investigating into Camp
Rufghup and found out it's not at all what it's cracked up to be?"

Waiting, obviously LL searched for some detail, whether Tom fully well knew
the facade of a `Warrior Event' readiness program.

"Really? How so?"

In reality, this is why Tom thought he was here, to be a personal trainer
for a Warrior event. He was sketchy on the details as to how many he would
be training, but now, his concern, `what did LL know that he didn't know'?

Thinking they were on the same page, LL, who thought nothing other than
`nice', of Tom lifting his shirt and feeling up his chest fur, "I think in
order to get to the bottom of this, we should approach Ed Farley."

"He does seem to be the man with all of the answers," Tom agreed, "but, do
you think it could wait awhile?"

Exactly what was on LL's mind, he acts first, bowling Tom over on the
bed. Pairing up waists, the hairy Greek already has it on his mind to strip
LL's dress shirt off, which LL had initiated. With it coming off, his arms
stretched above his head, there was no recourse but to kiss.

It didn't stop Tom from peeling off LL's pants, which prompted the
businessman to say, "I guess you've had a lot of experience at this?"

Tom replies, "Don't tell me you've never been with a man?"

"Okay, I deserved that," LL says.

Having LL fully naked, it didn't make it, Tom still half-dressed, but not a
problem, Thomas flipping over onto LL, using his thumbs to shuck his
running pants.

Joking, because he feels Tom's hard shaft, belts him in the pubes, "And I
thought it was only getting socked in the stomach that made you hard, Tom!"

"Don't get any ideas, Leon. Man on top gets first dibs!"

"I suppose so, since you're cock alone is keeping me pinned to the bed,
like what choice do I have?!"

None, as far as LL was concerned. Like `forever', he's always been
satisfied lying there, for minutes, hours, allowing a guy's tongue rule the
action, as Tom was doing now, already covering much ground in order to get
the sensitive parts flowing.

"How'd you get there so fast?" LL wonders, feeling up his stomach, sure
enough finding a saliva trail.

"Experience. Remember, I'm a porn star?"

"Yeah, well, I'd like to know more about that," LL says, more wanting to
feel Tom go down the other side of his cock!

Playing it like a porn movie, not that it was on Tom's mind, but rather the
way it's done, over and over, he keeps glancing up at LL, stopping to say,
"Oh man, you taste so good!"

Nonchalantly, LL says, "Well, you haven't won an Academy Award yet, so keep
going."

"Yes, sir!" Tom adds a tidbit of a salute, going back to trying to achieve
stardom in LL's eyes!

Finally, because he felt LL was getting close, not that he wasn't, Tom
figures he should have heard it by now, that old phrase, `how do you want
it?', "Um, like how do you want me to take it?"

"Oh, well.... funny you should ask, I was just getting around to it, mmhm,"
he thinks, "what would you say to me oozing out on my pubes and then you
licking them clean?"

"Zowie! I don't think the studio has heard that line yet, but I like it!"
Tom says with excitement hinged.

Thinking on it, LL asks, "Um, do you like think of every love affair,"
using the endearment at random, "like a script?"

"Scripts were born out of the real thing, but not every detail," Tom
replies, his hand doing what his mouth should be, keeping LL's 8c goosed up
and in working order.

"Then, for curiosity sake, if you and I were engaged in a porn scene, how
do you think it would play out?"

Again, hands planted behind his head, LL's chin touched his own chest hair,
catching a glimpse of Tom, a certain cute look on his face, merely provided
by the contours of his eyes, brows and quaint smile.

"Well," perhaps born of wishful thinking, not that Tom was a pushover,
rewrites their history, "by now you would have called the shots by having
me either doggie style or on my back. Depending, if it were a rough scene
and you were a rough guy, which I hardly think so," Tom has already formed
opinion, "you might want to spank my ass or..."

"Oh no," LL jokes, "I'd much rather use a belt!" he laughs.

"Oh hot! I love a sadistic man!"

"Oh really?" news to LL, who didn't really think it the case.

Anxious to tell his life story, now that pandora's box has been opened, Tom
says, "Let's get you off, then we can talk history!"

Thinking this was going to be a few licks, mostly enhanced by a handjob, LL
totally called it all wrong.

Not only did Tom place him in total ecstasy, his talented lips putting him
over the edge, but the follow up, two loads of creme, Tom jerking himself
off, his cum shooting right over his half-staff cock and filling the pocket
of his pubes.

"Very nice," LL says in Tom's ear, the Greek porn-star-turned-trainer
slipping down on top of him.

"Thanks," Tom grunts out in between gasps of air, "I got a little sample of
you as you were coming. You taste good!"

Giggling, LL says, "I don't eat GMO's, so I guess you can say my cum is
organic. Um, did you remember you were supposed to tongue me off?"

Using LL's shoulders to do a pushup, inclining, Tom replies, "Oh
man... between you and me, like oh my god! It's the great and powerful
ooze!"

"`Ooze'? Is that a technical term in the porn industry?"

Tom just stares, then says, "I guess you didn't get it. I was making fun of
`Oz'?"

"Oz? Oh. I thought maybe it's what they use in the business you're in?"

"It was a joke. Failed at that, because you didn't get it?" Tom reckons.

"I get it now. Does that count?" he laughs his ass off!

Then, after his apparent mediocre bout at humor, LL quickly changes the
scene, "By the way, Tom, would you believe you're the first guy I've
kissed, with a beard?"

It occurs to him, avoiding a theme, `romantic', knowing there had to be
reasons, Tom further moving away from the subject, "Y'know, it's the first
time in six months that I've been with a guy who wasn't an actor?"

LL replies, "Oh. You were acting?"

"Shut up!" Tom replies to the crass remark, even though he knew LL kidded
him. Slapping him in the abs with the palm of his hand, Tom uses it as
leverage to bounce up off the bed, onto his feet, "I think, before anyone
gets a whiff of us, we shoulder shower off?"

"Is that an invitation?"

Walking away, Tom replies, "Take it however you wish!"

Seeing those two mounds do flip-flops with each step of Tom's walk, which
LL thought deliberate, deemed as good an invitation!

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Meanwhile, back at the camp office, Ed had more than his hands full.

Called back to the office, Dwight was more than a little anxious, asking,
"What's up, Ed?"

Uprighting himself in his chair, assuming a more authoritative posture,
though Ed Farley, when he got angered, didn't need anything but his voice
to rule a conversation, "First things first, I don't recall you running it
by me of Mr. Justice inviting a friend to join him at camp?"

"Oh," Dwight says lowly, "I guess I forgot?"

Knowing what a bumbling idiot Dwight could be, but also two other aspects
of why Ed put up with him, his father still under contract and at the old
man's whim, could still pull the ground they walked on out from under their
feet, and two, Ed liked husky cubs, a pet-fetish, two very good reasons in
his own right not to bust Dwight's chops too much, just let him know from
time to time who the boss is, "You forgot? Well, Mr. Smarty, just for that,
I'm dumping Mr. Justice's guest into `your' hands!"

"Oh," was all Dwight could think of saying, though, if memory serves right,
Mr. Justice's guest was quite the hot looking man!

"Okay, now onto the real problem," Ed sits back down, "the security company
we normally outsource, their employees are on strike."

"Oh, so you want me to take up the slack?" Dwight asks.

For a few short seconds, after removing his glasses, looking up at Dwight,
down at his papers, puts his glasses back on, Ed asks, "Dwight, do you
think you are capable of protecting not only our clients, but the grounds
which surround Camp Rufghup?"

"The cliffs over by the river are kind of steep. I'm afraid of heights, you
know?" Dwight replies.

"That's okay. I don't have to know your medical history Dwight, but what
I'm trying to say, I want you to roundup Guy, Nick, Orrin, Ivan and
Vincenzo and have them in my office, pronto. I have a little change up in
their summer assignments."

"Not Declan and Arch?"

"Did I mention Declan and Arch, Dwight?"

"Nope!"

Good thing Ed liked that gnomish face, slight sag to his chest, rounded
stomach, crazy about Dwight's hairy forearms and the midchest, which, if he
ever broke down and decided to give Dwight a `facial', he would love the
journey from pec to pec, licking that pasture of hair...

"So, what's up with the change ups, Ed?"

"Keep it confidential until I meet with them, but we are without a security
staff and I'm going to have to juggle people around so we `do' have a
security staff. You have your assignment, Dwight. Do you think you can
handle that?"

"Yup. No sweat."

"And Dwight?"

"What, Ed?"

"Do you own a shirt?"

Reason he asks, ever since he can recall, under any circumstance, all
Dwight has ever worn are the jeans, his hot stomach sagging over the belt
buckle, which made it seem like he wasn't wearing one, and the same leather
suspenders. Which, for his own pleasurable interest, gave him a little
twitch down yonder, the edges of the leather worn as a purpose to scrape
over Dwight's nips. If it didn't make Dwight hard, it sure had an impact on
himself!

"I can dig one up. Why?" Dwight replies.

"Never mind. Just curious. One more thing, I need to see Thomas Achille in
my office."

As he says it, low and behold, Thomas Achille is ready to knock on the open
door, "Are we interrupting anything?"

In his shadow, right away Ed didn't see him, Mr. Justice trailing him, "Not
right now," Ed gets up from his desk, telling Dwight, "You have a job to
do?"

"Right away, Ed," though Dwight would have liked to have stayed and been a
fly on the wall!

On the way over to Ed's office, LL proposed Tom, on his own volition,
should confess up to his deception. With further history, volunteered by
Tom, LL saw what a fuckin' mess his life was and for now, lying would be
the start of Tom's walk out of not only a financial disaster, but his break
into a life free of doing porno movies. So, it had been decided, since they
already requested an audience with Ed, they would talk equipment and not
redemption.

"We have had quite the mix up here and since we're only two days away from
the rest of the bunch making landfall inside the gates of Camp Rufghup, I'm
going to ask you to bear with me," Ed starts out, shuffling papers on his
desk.

"Problem?" LL asks, getting something of a flashback, a question he's asks
much of the time at his company headquarters.

"Not if what I plan to do, juggling things around, meets with your
approval?" Ed replies, still sorting two more papers.

"I'm not hard to please," Tom says.

Good thing Ed was immersed in his paperwork, not seeing the eye contact
between LL and Tom!

"Here we go. Okay, so this is how the shit hits the fan. The security
company we use, which happens to be local, decided to use the ploy of
working for us, a motive to go on strike, the fuckin' bastards!"

"I agree," LL says, at least in the business world, such a plot would be
condemned.

"Therefore, in order to avoid having to truck security people to our site,
not having the the budget to support such a move, I have decided to move 5
of our counselors into those positions, which would normally have been 4."

Right off, Tom gets the heebie-jeebies, wondering if he's one of the five!

However, LL is the brilliant one to pave the way for Ed's next assessment,
"What about the clients you have assigned to them?"

"I really hate to do this to you, Thomas, it being your first summer at
Camp Rufghup, but the balance will have to be put in your hands," Ed goes
back to looking through papers, apparently not a very organized man!

Tom turns to LL, "Does he mean I'll be training more than you?"

"I think that's what he's saying," and knowing how Tom falsified his
employment records, "good luck!"

Second thoughts, Tom confides in LL, while Ed is still getting organized,
"Do you think I should..." he thinks of being more truthful.

"Too late for that, I would say, besides you got me and my mystery friend?"

There it was, that long, bearded face giving LL a look, making him smile
back.

Sifting the papers together, Ed interrupts the two, "What was that?"

"Oh, nothing," LL swats the breeze.

"I want you to know your work will not go unrewarded. In addition to the
amount aforementioned, you will be receiving an additional sum to balance
out your work with these others," and not waiting for reply, "Chad Perry,
21-years old, Giuseppe Malta, 22, Gregg Harmon, 21, Jeff Laird, 22, Jerry
Wilson, 20, Jordan Hoo... hold it... give me a minute..."

Ed discovers Jordan Hoolihan is not on the original roster of names, once
again summoning up the devil against Dwight, "What the hell?"

"Problem, Mr. Farley?" LL asks.

"Yeah," Ed replies, "all 215 pounds of him!"

"Huh?" Tom says.

"Never mind. Not your problem," Ed replies, continuing, although he would
have liked to have stopped and gazed at the red-haired, husky cub, "Jordan
Hoolihan, 21-years old, Michael Gooding, 19, Richard Smith, 20, Scott
Tanner, 20 and Gabe Lowe, 38-years old."

LL says, "Nice age differential."

While Tom leaned towards the 38-year old's foto, LL immersed himself in the
younger set, trying to remember names. Building up the job he hadn't a clue
to manage, Tom says, "I hope they are a tough bunch of athletes!"

As far as LL and Tom knew, this was a camp, training for Warrior events.

They was about to find out otherwise. However, just as he was about to
bestow the news upon them, Ed chickened out.

It was a split-second decision of something he had pondered, instead of
turning them over to a bunch of counselors, to pound sense into these
unruly individuals, he had been thinking, since this was his last season,
why not try something different?

"You were saying?" LL tries stoking Ed's memory. He kind of knew, Ed
holding back, there was something coming which they might not
like... correcting himself, looking to Tom, there might be something put on
Tom's plate he didn't wish to sample.

"What I wanted to say, some of these boys might be kind of rough on the
edges," Ed finally tried breaking silence, without having Thomas think
about hightailing it out of there, if he were to tell about all the
individuals.

"No problem," LL lays it on heavy, slapping his hand on Tom's shoulder,
"nothing he can't handle, I'm sure!"

"Thanks," Tom gave LL a wishy-washy look.

"And if you're short-handed, well, my friend Jose can help out. He's an
Ironman of sorts and doesn't quit until it's time to quit!" LL adds
accolades for his friend.

Finding the paper, which only lists basic stuff, like name and address,
cell number and age, stats, Ed says, "We don't have much on file about your
friend," Ed squints to read Dwight's writing, "Jose Bodega?"

"`o'. Jose Bodego," LL corrects him.

"Oh," Ed says, "I mean," he meant as a word and not phonetically speaking,
"so, your friend... if he can help out, I'd be glad to add him to the
payroll?"

He didn't mean it end up this way, but knew, Jose, Sy Huey's housekeeper,
whom he decided to move up to the position of personal secretary, figured
he could use the extra bread, "I'm sure Jose won't mind having a few extra
bucks in his pocket."

"Plus, if you should happen to run into any disciplinary problems, our
security manager, Guy Weck, can pitch in," Ed says, but doesn't want to
`scare' them by the fact Guy rules, not only with an iron fist, but a
leather strap!

Matter of fact, sitting down at his desk, after LL and Tom leave, he begins
to sort out the applications, into two columns.

Solely on the view of some of the photos, he first places Chad Perry's
photo into a place designated, `Troublemaker'.

There's the picture of Chad, the 21-year old, supposedly totally naked, the
picture cut off. Though, as Ed studies the picture of Chad, flask to his
lips, ripping off a shot of liquor, the full frontal assault of flesh and
hair, well one could tell Chad was not wearing anything, unless his briefs
were at his ankles! True to his thinking, Chad's two friends probably
didn't haven't a stitch on either. Really intoxicating to Ed, was the fuzzy
stripe, midchest to the cutoff, traveling right over... it made Ed lick his
lips dry, thinking of how hot it would be to stick his tongue into that
deep bellyhole, wiggle it around and make Chad squirm in ecstasy. A hand
slipped off his desk when thinking about the foto, south of the cutoff,
wondering if Chad, or any of his friends had something worth wrapping his
lips around. Chad's unnamed friend, on the right, well...

With the picture slipping out of his hand, onto the floor, Ed had to give
up his hand action for the moment. Anyway, there was a whole pile to go
through and even though a foto could stimulate more than the imagination,
they were nothing like the real thing...

At which point, the `real thing' walks in the door, "Ed, we got a problem!"

"What is it, Dwight?" Ed's eyes were glued to his bouncy pecs and juicy
nips.

"I gave them all the message and when they heard they had to give up their
counselor jobs to work security, Vincenzo and Ivan said they weren't
getting paid enough to do it, so up and quit!"

Something started boiling up inside Ed and it wasn't cum. Not right now,
though if Dwight had come back with good to excellent news, he might have
felt like being on his knees, slurping up to Dwight, but instead, "You
bumbling idiot! You told them, `why'?"

"Yeah. Why? Isn't why part of why you told me to tell them?" Dwight seemed
to roll it out like a limerick.

What was done, was done and there's no changing history, though he could
see an angle in all this, like has been played out in the past, on their
own time, "You were supposed to leave the change of positions to me,
Dwight!"

In summer's past, it wasn't Ed looking for reason to punish Dwight, but the
opposite. It went like this, Dwight doing something totally off the wall
stoopid, Ed getting red-in-the-face-mad, then later Ed apologizing to
Dwight, Dwight punishing him for yelling at him. It happened quite by
accident, many years ago. It's how Dwight came to be a counselor, though
did not really tout the weight for carrying on as a position of a tough
mudder-fuckr!

"Gee, I'm really sorry, Ed. If I had known..."

"What's done is done. Did Vincenzo and Ivan clear out yet?"

"I suspect so. They said something about working at the dude ranch up the
road, that they were looking for counselors?" Dwight presented to Ed.

"Well, it's for damn sure they won't be having as fun a time as..." Then
again, it struck Ed, the difference between the present and the past, the
very idea of Camp Rufghup more geared to an athletic training event, but
refocuses, "what about Guy, Nick and Orrin?"

"They didn't care. They said helping boys turn their lives around was more
important," Dwight replies.

"Hm-m, and which one of our benevolent counselor fed you that line of
shit?"

"Orrin."

"Figures," Ed says.

Then Dwight remembers, "I couldn't find Declan."

"Didn't I tell you..."

"I know," Dwight pipes up with, "you didn't tell me to give him the
message, but like, I haven't seen him around and wondered..."

"Dwight," Ed takes the 38-year old under the wing of an arm, "why don't you
take your list of things to do, go follow Thomas Achille around and see if
you can fill in the blanks?"

Escorting him right up to the door, Ed releases Dwight into the wild, wild
wilderness!

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