Date: Fri, 7 May 2004 11:02:56 EDT From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: The Castaway Hotel - book 7, chapter 15 Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if: **You're not 18 or over, **If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, **Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. I wish to extend my thank you to Emoe57 for his editorial assistance with this chapter, and Art, the real Vinnie and John for their additional input on each chapter. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions, or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories8@aol.com. * * * * * * * * Although the boys in these stories have unprotected sex, I strongly urge all of you out there to be smart and protect yourselves from various sexually transmitted diseases by using condoms when having intercourse. * * * * * * * * The Castaway Hotel-Book 7-by BW (Young-Friends). Copyright 2004 by billwstories Chapter 15 - A Currie Yuletide. February 2004 Christmas Day started wonderfully for me, as all the boys slept in and didn't wake us when the first rays of sunlight broke through the windows, like they used to do. It may have been because they were growing up, or possibly because their extracurricular activities the night before had just worn them out, but regardless of the reason, it was appreciated. When we did finally gather downstairs, we passed out the gifts and began to thank each other for the presents we received. I think everyone was satisfied with what they got, although the boys weren't generally lacking for anything in the first place, but we all had a good time. There was one special gift that day, and it was one Kevin gave to Vinnie. Vinnie had been a little uneasy with Kevin being away at college, fearing he'd meet someone else and leave him, so this gift was meant to ease Vinnie's doubts. When he opened the small package, he found a lovely silver chain, but it had a rather large key attached to it. "What's this supposed to be," he asked Kevin. "It's a key to my dorm room, so you can come visit me anytime you wish. If you have your own key, then you know I have no secrets or nothing to hide from you. I hope that convinces you that I love only you." Kevin hugged Vinnie now, letting him know he truly meant what he said, and I could see a few tears streaking down Vinnie's cheek, as they embraced. I could tell he was truly moved by the gift and loved it, and I hoped this would stop his questioning Kevin's commitment now. Once we cleaned up the wrapping paper and put things away, the boys went to shower and put on some of their new clothes. After that, they took the time to try out some of the other presents they had received, as well. Our company still wouldn't be there for a couple more hours, so they still had plenty of time for those kinds of pursuits. After we cleaned up and got dressed, Jake and I began to focus on Christmas dinner, going about and doing the things we had left until the last minute. Once everything was finished, the guests began to arrive, though I had to admit that I missed my older children and grandchildren more now than at any other time. Though I tried to deny my sorrow the previous evening, today it was harder to put out of my mind, and I began to struggle with a minor bout of depression. Jake sensed something was wrong almost immediately and he pulled me aside to discuss it. "Josh, what's up? You seem like you're on another planet right now." I didn't know if I should confide in him about how I was feeling and ruin his day, but I had promised him we'd work through this together, so I finally admitted what was wrong. "I'm sorry, but this thing with my older children is starting to get to me today. I've tried to put it out of my mind, but this is the first Christmas that none of us have been together, ever. Even though not all of them were there every year, two or three of them were always around, so their absence this year was very noticeable. Even though I had told Jake it didn't bother me, I had made up my mind that if they didn't want anything to do with me, I didn't want anything to do with them either, but it still hurt. The problem was, I couldn't let this spoil everyone else's holiday, so I tried to put it behind me. Having talked this over with Jake helped a little, so I told him I'd get through this, but I know he was going to watch me like a hawk for the rest of the day. Before long, everyone was there, but Arlene was slipping in and out of lucidity today, with her not realizing where she was or who we were most of the day. I could see the strain this was putting on Albert and Richard, so I tried to distract them, while the Spences kept an eye on Arlene. Believe it or not, Margaret Spence was one of the few people that Arlene consistently recognized, although many of us had known her much longer, so we figured they must have formed some special bond, which now seemed to bridge her occasional lapses in reality. It wasn't that she didn't forget who Margaret was from time to time either, like those few times when she'd forget who Albert or Richard were too, but those lapses were far less reoccurring than with the rest of us. For that reason, Margaret volunteered to help out now. Dinner went well and then we headed into the family room to exchange gifts. Of course, we didn't have everyone buy for all our boys, so what we did was draw names for gifts. My clan's names had been in one bowl at Thanksgiving and everyone else's names in another bowl, and everyone selected a name from the appropriate bowl, until everyone's name had been chosen. There was one problem with this, however, as there were more of my family than there were of the others, so some of our loved ones had agreed to select two or three names each, to make up for the difference. Sally, Steve and Mary Shay and Margaret and John Spence all fell into this category, as they claimed they were financially better able to afford this, so we all accepted their decision and exchanged the appropriate gifts. This way we could buy the person a nice gift, by not having to split our money between several individuals, and besides, none of us really needed that many gifts. We did manage to slip some of the others a little extra as well, like Mark and his mother, Susan, and Albert, Arlene, and Richard, because they weren't as well off as the rest of us. In fact, Richard got several gifts, one each from various pairs of my boys, and though he complained about the special treatment, I could see he was appreciative of what we had done for him. I could see Albert was a little uncomfortable with this, so I pulled him aside to explain it to him. "Albert, I know this is more than what we promised to do, but the boys really wanted to do something for Richard on their own. They all feel close to him, and they used their own money, so how could I tell them no. They would have been deeply hurt, if I hadn't allowed them to do this." He looked at me, looked around the room at the boys, who just happened to be gathering around Richard and talking about what he got, and then he gave a resigning nod and slapped me on the back. "Your boys have had a good role model and you should be proud of them," he said, simply, and I thanked him for his compliment to all of us. In fact, it was nice to see Albert and Richard relax and enjoy themselves a bit more than usual, as Margaret's bond with Arlene allowed them to concentrate on more than her for the afternoon. They actually let their hair down a bit and got involved in many other things, Albert with various discussions, while Richard went off to spend time with the boys. If anything, that was probably the greatest Christmas present of all. A couple of hours later, we sat down and ate our dessert, the final planned activity of the day. Once dessert was finished, we sat around and talked some more, before the others began to say their good-byes and head home. Once the house was empty again, well at least as empty as it was going to get until the college boys returned to school, everyone set about doing their own thing. Jake took me aside again, to check on how I was doing, and when I told him I hadn't had time to think about who wasn't there, it seemed to relieve his concerns. However, now he tried to occupy my time, so I still wouldn't have time to linger on what troubled me. Before long, the boys started heading upstairs to their rooms, but one of them soon returned, to have a private conversation with me. It was Sammy. "Dad, did you know that Graham fucked Andrew last night?" he asked, visibly upset by this revelation. "Yes, Sammy, I did. Graham cleared it with me and I told him what to do to make sure Andrew was ready. Don't worry, everything went well and Andrew is more than fine with it." "I know, but don't you think he's still too small to be doing that?" he argued. "Well, how old were you the first time you did it?" He thought for a moment before he responded. "Thirteen, I guess," he admitted. "Yes, and that's how old Andrew is now. It was HIS choice. He's the one who asked Graham, but Graham did come down to check with me first, before he did it." "But Andrew's so much smaller than I was when I did it," he whined. "Yes, and that's what makes him feel like a baby. If I hadn't allowed it to happen, Andrew would have been very depressed today, convinced we still thought of him as a little boy, instead of being happy, enjoying himself, and feeling like a young man." Sammy thought about this for a few minutes, before he responded. "You're sure he wasn't hurt then?" he wanted to know, just to make sure. "No, he wasn't and Graham made sure he enjoyed it. Couldn't you tell how much happier he seemed today?" "Yeah, but I thought it was just because of Christmas, until we went to bed and he told me what he did." "I hope you didn't make him feel bad about it, tell him he was too young, or anything like that," I told him, deeply concerned. "No, I waited a couple of minutes after he told me, before I left the room, and then I just told him I'd be right back." "Well, you'd better get back then, before he gets suspicious or thinks you had a problem with what he did." "I do, or at least I did, but I see your point." "Are you okay with this then? Really okay with it?" He thought a moment before he nodded. "Yeah. I guess it had to happen sooner or later," he stated, "and I'm glad it didn't hurt him." "From what I heard, Graham suspected Andrew's been practicing with the dildos, getting ready for it to happen for real." Sammy looked surprised to hear that news, before he thought about it some more. "I should have guessed that was what he was up to," he finally admitted, "seeing he'd been asking me so many questions about my first time. He wanted to know what it felt like, if it hurt, and if I enjoyed it, and a few times I went to our room and he had the door locked, so I wondered what he'd been up to." Now he looked at me carefully, before he spoke again. "Don't worry, I'm not going to lose it like I did the first time he was with Graham. I know he feels less pressure asking Graham to do things with him, rather than me. I'm fine with it, as long as you said it was okay and Andrew wasn't hurt." "I'm glad, and that's very mature of you," I told him. "Well, I guess it's about time I stopped acting like he was my private property. I know he's growing up, though I still think of him as my LITTLE brother." "All the boys do, Sammy, but we all have to let go some time. I'm glad you were willing to accept that this time." He thanked me for talking this over with him and for watching out for Andrew, and then he went back to his room, where he and his brother spent a quiet evening together. The next day started off normally enough, and the first thing I did was to call to reestablish Arlene's overnight care, which didn't go as well as I'd hoped. I was told that many people were allowed to take time off during the holidays, once it had been determined that coverage could be maintained for the open cases they had during that period, so we'd now have to wait until after the holidays were over and they were back at full staff. I thanked them for their help and then called to tell Albert what I discovered, while reiterating my offer to have my boys, Jake, and me cover that overnight care. As stubborn as always, Albert refused, even though I protested vehemently, trying to get him to reconsider. It didn't help, so I eventually gave up, but I knew this would be a rough period for him. Our company arrived around mid-morning and Sammy and Graham ran to the windows to peer out at them, shortly after their car pulled in the driveway. They gawked as Ted and his Aunt Jane made their way to our door, obviously impressed with what they saw. I won't say Ted was gorgeous, but he was handsome in his own way, enough so that my two voyeurs hadn't lost any interest in him. He was also on the small side for his age, giving the impression that he might also be a little immature, but I knew he was going to be hard to resist. Soon, my hopeful duo was sprinting toward the entrance to greet him, though I slowed them down and opened the door myself. "Welcome to the loony bin," I told our guests, eliciting a grin from each of them. "Oh, it can't be that bad," Jane told me, thinking I was joking, as Graham ran up to her and gave her a big hug. "Oh, there's my little sweetie," she said, hugging him back, giving the rest of the boys a sense of how these two had bonded at the hospital, while we were there with Cody. "Tell me that after you've been here a while and seen how things go," I informed her, "and then I might believe you." This drew a questioning look from her, as she looked at the crowd now forming behind me. "Come in," I continued, "and I'll introduce you to the inmates. There will be a quiz on it later." Ted gave me a questioning look, before his aunt informed him that I was joking and he began to laugh. "Josh, this is so wonderful of you," Jane began, "to let my nephew come spend time with you and your boys." "Nonsense," I told her. "This does more for us than it will for him. By the time he leaves here, he may wish he never heard of the Currie family." "No way!" Ted exclaimed, eyeing some of the boys, and I hoped he wasn't becoming attracted to the boys who were already partnered up. "I think I'm going to really like it here," he added. After making the introductions, during which I pointed out which boys had serious boyfriends, we sat around talking, trying to get to know each other better. Graham and I started off by thanking her for everything she had done for Cody and us at the hospital, explaining to her that we had told the other boys how wonderful she had been. We went on to explain how she had made it easier for Cody and us to endure those final few days, although we had been too grief stricken to tell her that before we left. She told us she understood and was glad she was able to do what she did for us, before she admitted that Cody's death had affected her nearly as much as it had us. Ted confirmed this, by telling us how she had acted and things she had told him and his parents during that time, and then admitted he could almost feel her pain, it was so strong. I again thanked her for her concern and all she had done, telling her that Cody had begun to look upon her as the mother he never knew. This brought a few tears to her eyes, and she excused herself to use our bathroom, so we got to know Ted a little better while she was gone. During that time, the boys explained a little about how they had come to be with me, about their past life, and their sexual orientation, and then they told him he should never be ashamed of who or what he was. I knew it would take time to convince him of this point, as he'd been hammered at home with how wrong and evil gays were, but I think I saw him relax a bit, as the boys gave him an idea about who they were. When Jane returned, the topic switched again, as my boys weren't sure how much Ted wanted his aunt to know or hear. About an hour later, Jane excused herself and said she had to leave, but I told her we'd be happy to put her up for the night. After explaining that she had some things to do at home, and she had to go in to work at Sloan-Kettering tomorrow, we all wished her a safe journey home. I did get her to agree to spend the night here when she came to pick Ted up, after she explained she happened to have that weekend off. We walked her to her car and watched her drive away, and then Graham and Sammy eagerly grabbed Ted's arms and drug him off, for what reason I could only guess. A couple hours later those boys reappeared and asked if the three of them could speak with me in private. I was a little concerned about this at first, but once I found out what they wanted, I began to calm down. "Dad," Graham began, "you have to explain to Ted that there's nothing wrong with being gay or bi. His father has told him all the wrong things and you need to tell him that he's not evil or going to hell." I looked at Ted and saw him swallowing hard, letting me know he wasn't sure if he wanted this to happen quite this way, but I understood what I needed to do. "Ted, first of all, I think you should know that in my opinion you were born the way you are and you didn't have any choice in the mmatter. Although there is no scientific proof to support my belief, over the years I have talked to many gays and bisexuals, and every one of them has told me they knew at an early age what they were. To me, that tells me they didn't have a choice in the matter and it was a trait they were born with, such as eye color, skin color, being tall or short, a gene making them susceptible to or giving them a certain disease, a predilection toward alcoholism, or the quality of their eyesight. Only bisexuals have any choice about whom they can actually choose to be with, though others have tried and failed. I think it's a bigger sin to pretend to be who you're not and end up hurting someone else in the process, by pretending you love him or her. "As far as going to hell is concerned, I believe in the new testament and the loving God, not the vindictive God of the Old Testament. What few verses I've seen in the Bible against same sex relationships are far outweighed by his doctrine of love, acceptance, and not judging others, so much so that I think those who condemn and persecute others in God's name will have far more to answer for than anyone else. Although I'm not your father and I have no say in how you are raised, I can only tell you not to be ashamed of who or what you are, for you will only come to regret that as you grow older." We discussed this for many more minutes, with all the boys asking me questions, as Graham and Sammy tried to voice some of the concerns Ted had told them when they were alone earlier. All in all, I think he felt a little better once we were done, but he did ask to speak to me alone, before we were finished, and this startled, and possibly even bothered the other pair. I wasn't sure what it was he wanted to discuss with me, but it seemed important to him, so I offered to listen. "Mr. Currie," he began, but I stopped him. "Why don't you just call me Josh? That's fine with me." He looked confused by my request. "Are you sure? My father would NEVER let me call an adult by his first name," he told me. "And I tell my boys the same thing, unless the adult has advised them to do otherwise, as I have done. Besides, your father isn't here and it would make me feel better if you were less formal. Okay?" He smiled and nodded. "Okay and thank you," he continued. "Now, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?" I asked him. "Well, I feel really strange having to ask you this, but I can't ask your sons. I'd be too embarrassed just yet. Anyway, I think you'd be less likely to laugh at me or make fun of what I say, but I just have to know." He stopped for an uncomfortable duration of time after saying that. "What is it you need to know?" I prompted him, hoping to get him started again. "If I'm normal," he finally stammered. "Normal in what way?" "Well, I hear guys talking in school about how big they are, and they're saying like seven, eight or even ten inches, and I'm not nearly that big. Is there something wrong with me?" He looked really concerned about this. "No, not at all. Although some of those boys MIGHT be that big, I think most of them are probably exaggerating their physical assets and if you saw them in person, it would most likely be a bit shorter than they claimed. According to studies, the average male is between five and six inches in length." "Really?" He looked relieved. "Cuz mine's only about five inches, maybe a little more." "Yes, really. Then you're average." I smiled at him, but waited for him to ask his next question. It took him a few more seconds to get up the courage though, but he finally did. "I'm also pretty hairy...not my chest, but the rest of me is. My legs almost look like I'm wearing fur pants." He looked down at the floor after saying this, almost as if he was embarrassed about that too. "Heck, lots of guys are hairy, but that's not such a big thing," I advised him. "It is for me and I hate to even wear shorts, though I'm forced to for gym class. That's when everyone makes wisecracks about my legs. And my privates and butt are almost as bad," he added. "Well, I'm sure it's worse in your own mind, as you think about it a lot more." "No, I'm telling you it's awful," he advised me, and then he quickly dropped his pants, so I could see for myself. I had to admit his legs WERE hairier than any of my boys and most men I had ever seen, but I felt I had to offer him words of encouragement, not confirmation. "Well, there are ways to solve that problem, if you want to go that route. You can either shave your legs, or there are other ways to get rid of the hair, if it bothers you that much." Even though he appeared encouraged by my comments, it still looked as if he still had some issues to deal with. Finally, he got to those too. "Will that work on this too?" he asked, now dropping his boxers and showing be a dense tangle of hair on his pubis, his scrotum, and then turning around to show me his butt. I also noticed that he did have a rather diminutive flaccid penis, though it was cut and nice looking, but I'm sure it got bigger when it was erect. "Yes, some of those ways will work there too," I said soothingly. "In fact, some of the boys might be more than happy to help your do that personal grooming." I grinned at him and winked, letting him know I think they'd even like the idea of doing that for him. "You really think so?" he asked, amazed. "I'm almost positive, at least about the two who've been trailing you all around and were just in here with you. In fact, I bet if I do this," I began, swinging the door open, "they might even be listening in." And there they were, looking sheepish at first, but then gawking as they saw Ted standing there with his boxers and pants around his ankles. "I don't think Ted would mind if you came in," I urged, as Ted scrambled to pull his clothes back up. "Don't worry, Ted, and don't be embarrassed," I said shutting the door behind them. "I'm sure you'll all be seeing each other's goodies before long anyway." He still looked a little humiliated about the boys having seen him like that, so they quickly scrambled to rectify the situation. "Hey, you don't have to be uncomfortable about us seeing you that way," Sammy told him. "We often run around the house nude. Here, we'll do the same thing, so you can see what we look like too." Now that pair dropped their trousers, exposing themselves to our guest, as if that now made them all even. However, Ted just gawked at the pair, his mouth slightly open. "Damn, is there something else wrong with my dick?" he finally blurted out, looking at the uncircumcised penises before him. "No, Ted," I began, "it's just that these two are uncircumcised or uncut, which means they didn't have their foreskins removed when they were younger." "Yeah, watch," Graham told him, "we can make ours look just like yours," and then the boys both retracted their foreskin. "Wow, neat," Ted kind of cooed. "Are all the other boys like that too?" "No, it's about half and half here, half cut and half uncut. I'm sure before you leave you might see a few of them parading about the house in the nude. None of them are very modest." After this comment, I thought Ted's eyes were going to nearly pop out of their sockets. "You're kidding me," he gasped. "Nope, he's not," Graham chimed in. "We've even gone to nudist camps and spent weeks without our clothes on," he laughed. "In front of other people?" he asked, completely amazed. "Yep," Sammy told him. "Old and young, guys and girls. We all ran around with nothing on." "Dang," Ted responded, "my father would kill me, if I did anything like that." "Well, as I said earlier," I explained, "he's not here and you can do anything your comfortable with at our house. "And that includes sex," Graham added, with a bit of hope in his voice. This last comment just caused Ted to stare at me, so I thought I should explain. "I allow the boys to do things with each other," I told Ted, "as long as they both agree to it and no one is forced or hurt. I do make them use protection, so if you decide to join in, the boys will show you what you need and how to use it. If you have any questions you may ask them or me, and we'll answer you as honestly as we can." "But I've never done anything before," Ted blurted out, almost looking like he wished he could take those words back, almost as soon as they were out of his mouth. "We all have to have a first time," I conceded, it's just that some got a chance to start earlier than others. "But you don't think there's something wrong with me because I've never done anything," he asked his two new friends and admirers. "Nope," Sammy said, bluntly. "We'll be gentle and take good care of you," Graham added, "so don't worry, if you want to try anything." Hearing this brought a smile to Ted's face. "You sure you wouldn't mind, Mr. Currie?" Ted asked me, which caused me to frown at him. "You would, wouldn't you?" "No, that's not why I gave you that look," I responded. "What did I just tell you to call me?" "Oh, I'm sorry. Then you sure you won't mind, Josh?" He looked hopeful. "Not as long as you all agree to what you do and no one is forced or hurt," I reiterated, gaining a huge smile in response. "My aunt was right about you," he added, "especially when she told me you could help me feel better about being gay." That was the first time I'd heard him use that word without stammering or trying to dance around it, so I concluded half the battle was already won. The other boys took this chance to pull up their own pants, so they could go on their way, and I was sure Ted was about to get his first sexual experience. Of course, I was correct in my assumption, as the three of them headed upstairs to Graham's room, and this is what I found out about it later. Once they were alone, the three boys all agreed to take off all their clothes, so they wouldn't be hindered. Once this happened, Sammy and Graham told Ted he could touch their bodies or do whatever he wanted, until he got comfortable with them. Hesitantly, he reached a hand out and touched both their penises, fingering them gently; as this was the first time he'd ever done anything of this nature. After a little encouragement, he began to slide their foreskin back and forth, to see how it worked. Of course, this activity caused both boys to get hard, which made Ted beam, and then he asked my pair what he should do next, but they told him it was up to him. When they saw the indecision on his face, they suggested maybe they could do some things to him first, to show him how it was done. Not knowing what else to do, he agreed, and the boys had him lay on the bed, with one on either side of him. Once in position, they began to double-team him, as they mimicked each other's movements on their side of his body. They started on his nipples, teaching him that those weren't only meant to pleasure the female body. Next, they licked their way down his chest, before taking turns on his navel. By the time they reached his waist, he was already rock hard, so they licked both sides of his shaft, causing him to make a few little throaty noises and begin breathe really hard. At this point, the boys communicated wordlessly between them, so Graham crawled between Ted's legs and began to lick and play with Ted's balls, while Sammy took Ted's cock in his mouth and began to perform fellatio on him. With Sammy bobbing up and down on his knob and Graham playfully toying with his nuts, Ted was soon riding a high he'd never experienced before. All of these new sensations soon swept him to the precarious point between enjoyment and release, and soon his body began to tremble and quake, as the juices rose up his shaft, soon to paint Sammy's throat with that marvelous nectar. These sensations not only caused him untold enjoyment, but the release also relaxed him so much that he actually fell asleep afterward. The boys, not knowing what else to do, just cuddled up beside him and waited for him to wake up. It was about twenty minutes later before he did open his eyes again, and then he began to apologize profusely, thinking he had just committed a major faux pax. The boys reassured him that wasn't so unusual, which did help to make him feel a little better, but then he wanted to do something for them. They both suggested he just jerk them off this time, which he did, one at a time, and then the boys went and got the electric hair trimmer and my electric razor, to take care of his unwanted hair. Once Sammy and Graham had finished grooming Ted, one of them came and got me, dragging me up to Graham's room. As I went inside, there stood Ted, stark naked and with the biggest grin on his face I'd ever seen. "So what do you think," he wanted to know. "Does it look better?" "It's not what I think," I told him, "but are you happy with this 'new' you? What do you think of it?" "I love it, but my dad will freak, if he sees me like this. I'm not worried though, cuz he never sees me naked, as he thinks that would make him gay or something too." After telling me that, he let out a nervous little laugh. "Well, I think it looks awesome," I told him, admiring his handsome, youthful body, thinking I wished I were his age again, so I could join in the fun. I was shocked that he was so open and unabashed about showing off his body to me, both downstairs and now, but I think part of it was his overcompensating for his father's attitude. I think he saw me as someone he could come to, as if I were his father, and do the things he might have done with him, had he been more open-minded. Seeing I wasn't bothered by his showing off his body, he spun around and even posed for me, and then he began to tell me what the three of them had done, like I was just one of the boys. I guess this meant he accepted me on several levels, not just as a father substitute, which pleased me even more. I knew that I had another boy now, even if he didn't live with us, and his Aunt Jane would make sure he stayed close, even after he went back home. * * * * * * * * If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at 'BW's Rainbow Youth Connection,' at http://bwsryc.gayauthors.org/ You can also locate my stories by clicking on the Nifty author link and scrolling down to "BW". This will give you the links for everything I have posted there. I also love to hear from my readers and get their reaction to my stories. If you don't mind, please share whatever information you feel comfortable with, because it helps knowing my readers better when I decide what to write or how to gear it. Please email me at bwstories8@aol.com and let me know what you thought, so I can do even better in the future. Thanks, Bill.