Date: 20 Nov 2001 19:39:41 MST
From: Paul H.Daventon <magic-organ@usa.net>
Subject: Turning-The-Page-6

Disclaimer: This story concerns homosexual men and their sexual activities.
It was inspired by events that might have happened, but didn't. This tale
is entirely fictional. If there are any similarities to actual people,
places or events, it is purely coincidental.  If you are under 18 or if
reading this story would be illegal for you in your area or if you don't
like the subject matter, please leave now.  Otherwise read on and the
author hopes you enjoy it.

Turning the Page 2001 by Paul H. Daventon.  All rights reserved. No part of
this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without
written permission of the author.  Write to Paul at <magic-organ@usa.net>

      (From the previous chapter)

     "I have a question for both of you," she waited, her face not as
friendly as before, "just how long have you two men been in love with each
other?"
     Brian paled, Mike blushed, and both stopped breathing, eyes wide,
searching an answer to the question from each other.  Both were thinking,
"Damn, we're sunk!!"

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			     TURNING THE PAGE
				CHAPTER SIX

     Liz continued, "You two are something else.  I give you an easy
question like that, and you are shocked into silence.  I know about you two
sweeties, and I just wondered how long?"
     Mike cleared his throat, deciding as the older man, that he should
take care of this.
     "How could you possibly know anything like that?  Why ... why ..... we
aren't ...."
     Liz cut him off, "Give me no shit, Mr Congressman, I want no shit.  I
know because I have eyes that can see. Maybe no one else here noticed but
me, and we hope to hell they didn't, nonetheless the way you two look at
each, even when the other is not returning the glance, is clear evidence
enough of a love affair. How in the hell do you expect to be reelected to
Congress if you are known to be gay, living with a handsome young man."
     She looked at both, "Well .... , if someone is going to start rumors
about you two, things are going to get very rough around here.  Have you
any idea .... ?"
     Brian spoke up, "Liz, we have been in love about a year, but within
the last couple months figured out what the other felt, how we loved each
other desperately and in case you need to know this too, consummated our
love just a week ago.  We are committed to each other for life no matter
what happens, election notwithstanding.  We are also desperate that you
won't hate us, that you will accept us or maybe even love us and celebrate
with us."
     Mike nodded his head, "Yes, that's true."
     "Brian and Mike, it's not me you have to be worried about, it is the
electorate; what the average man or woman in the street is going to think.
Mike is very popular with a lot of the public in this district, but I
couldn't even guess how many would stick with him in the election."
     "Liz," Mike broke in, "All we can do is try our damnest to hide our
love from everyone.  It's too late to hide anything from you, you have
ferreted out our secret."  He waited and thought, wishing desperately that
he didn't have to ask this question, "Are you going 'tell on us' to all and
sundry, or will you help us keep the secret?"
     "Of course I'm going to help you," Liz gushed, "and we're going to
win!"
     Liz jumped up, kissed both of them and initiated a very close
three-way hug, which they participated fully.  There were tears of joy and
gratitude in the eyes of both men, acknowledging their fantastic luck to
have such a woman around.
     There were many questions and answers about their love affair and how
it came about, what the present situation might be.  Liz was so accepting
of them, just as Mike has expected, but hardly dared to dream she would
immediately love Brian and their 'partnership'.
     "Boys, and I say that with respect, you are going to have to be a
great deal more careful than you were here today.  I don't think the kids
saw it, but Brian, I would love to have a picture of Mike's face when you
pinched his butt.  Beautiful, Astonishment, Horror.  But then such a look
of love I've never seen in my life.  I take it I'm going to have to be your
Mom, right?"
     "Liz, we would be ever so grateful. Neither one of us still has one of
those and ... well ...  we'd sure like to have a Ma!"  Brian felt his
throat tighten up at the thought.
     Mike noticed that Brian was tearing up and quickly changed the
subject.  "Liz, could you arrange some supper for the three of us, right
here, my treat?'
     Liz was almost out of the door, "I'm going to Luigi's and have him
make your special favorites, and Mike, I won't leave there until everything
is ready.  I'll see you in a bit. Bye"
     Mike himself also choked up, "Brian, that woman is so wonderful Did
you hear what she said?  Well, yes you did. But what you didn't know was
that she was saying she wouldn't be back for forty-five minutes.  That's
how long it takes Luigi to make my special favorite dinner.  How about
that?"
     Brian immediately broke into a big smile of joy, in happiness and in
love. "I'd never have known," he gulped, "she sure is so incredible.  She
will protect us, won't she?"
     "With the strength of 10 she will keep the huns away." He smiled, "Now
if you will follow me, we'll be sure Liz's sacrifice was not in vain."
     Mike grabbed Brian's crotch contents and with it pulled him to a plain
doorway which he opened and let them inside.  The small room was
practically empty, a couple of desk chairs and a work table, no comforts at
all.  Mike shut the door and sat on one of the chairs, pulled Brian to him
and hugged the young man's lower body, pressing his face into the flat
abdomen, clutching his buttocks tightly.
     With a sudden start Mike unbuckled Brian's belt, opened his pants and
swiftly pulled down the zipper to allow his pants, then briefs to fall to
his ankles.  Brian stood there, leaning against the back of the other
chair, slightly puzzled by Mike's determination, but pleased with the
direction of his actions.  Mike kissed his lover's groin, just above the
curly blond pubic hair, his eyes turning up toward Brian's face, calming
his fears with a broad smile formed by his ravishing lips.
     Brian's cock had been filling with blood ever since Mike got him half
naked, and now it rose beside Mike's face, pulsing against it, craving to
be touched and fondled.  Mike did better than that.  Carefully, without any
hands, he licked the surface until he reached the helmet-shaped head,
drawing that into his mouth, sucking and licking gently until the whole
huge shaft fit into his mouth.  The head, sensitive and acutely aroused,
fit easily into Mike's throat, while the cock length was begin licked
constantly along the velvet skin.
     Brian was having trouble standing while his dick was being serviced,
but that's where Mike wanted him, so that's where he stayed.  Each swipe of
the tongue, each investigation of the urethra, tasting his pre-cum.  He was
becoming so aroused, so excited by Mike's ministrations that he would shoot
soon, and that cum was going to be huge.
     Mike continued working on Brian's rock hard cock, while still kneading
his lover's buttocks, such strength and yielding too in those small, pert
melon-like ass cheeks, and while teasing Brian's ass hole with his
fingertips, around it and soon would be through it. Brian started thrusting
his hips into Mike's face, along with steady moaning and heavy breathing.
     "Oh, Mike, I'm going to cum soon, it's wonderful, please don't stop."
His body shook and shivered as the emotional pressure increased, and
intimations of the coming sexual explosion started from his perineum and
balls through his ass, up his spine to burst out into his brain with
flashed of brilliant colors and lights.
     Mike continued his sucking on Brian's cock, licking and pulling with
his lips, drooling his saliva down the shaft onto his balls.  There Mike
placed two fingers to collect the slippery liquid which he quickly
transferred between Brian's buttocks, suddenly thrusting those fingers into
his asshole to send him over the top.
     "Mikey, Mikey, I'm coming, hold me, take my juices, swallow me - I
want them way down inside you.  It's coming .... oh ... uh uh .. it's there
.... ahhh."
     Mike felt the turgid organ spasming, thrusting and pulsing, one
.... two, three, four and even five pushes sending the semen into his
throat.  He forced his face into Brian's groin, thrilled with the entire
length of Brian's cock in his mouth and throat.
     Brian bent forward, holding on to Mike's shoulders, supporting his
faltering body, his thunderous climax weakening his system, where his lover
kept him, nuzzling on his rapidly shrinking erection.  Mike was stroking
Brian's half naked body, butt and thighs and balls.
     "Oh, Mikey, that was wonderful, your fingers in my ass pushed it, the
best yet - ever, you are so good, and so good to me.  I love you more than
I ever thought it possible to love."
     "I love you too, Brian, more than ever, now that we are together. " He
stood up and the two lovers kissed deeply and thoroughly impassioned.  "But
you better get dressed because Liz should be back in a few minutes with our
supper."
     Brian kept his hold on Mike, so averse to releasing his partner.  Mike
pushed him back and grabbed his lover's briefs at his ankles, pulling them
up to his middle, doing the same with the young man's pants.  Once he was
buckled, buttoned and zipped, Brian let the way out of the room, back to
Liz's desk where he waited for Liz, feeling hungry, but also glowing with
an inner satisfaction of having been loved to the core.  Suddenly, he
yelled.
     "Mike, you didn't come, did you!"
     "No, but you just wait until tonight, I'll get mine, won't I?"
     "Oh, you will, yes, you will."  He quickly looked around the office,
then sat on Mike's lap and gave him a big, wet smooch, licking and sucking
on his lips. "You are mine and I will take care of you, and always will,
and Michael Andrews Keith, someday, yes, someday, we will be married."  He
drew out that last word, emphasizing the sound and the world of meaning
behind it. "We may have to go to the Netherlands to do it, but we
will. Right?"
     "Yes, now get up, get up, Brian, Liz is here."  Mike pushed him off
his lap toward his chair.  He made it just as Liz unlocked the front office
door, pushed her way through with bundles and more bundles of food.  Both
men rose quickly to help her with the packages.
     Liz looked at the two young men, appraising their appearance and the
auras she felt from them.  She smiled warmly and spoke, "I glad to note
that you two were able to utilize the time while I was gone to your
apparent satisfaction; at least to one of you."  She sent beams of
happiness toward Brian when she made that statement.
     Brian immediately turned bright red, his head probably to his toes,
thinking, how the hell had she known that, do I have cum stains all down my
front or something?  No, it has to be my happiness with myself and with
Mike.  He finally was able to look at Liz and smile.
     Liz continued, "Come on, guys, help me set this wonderful food and we
can eat."
     Brian watch as box after box of Chinese food was spread on the table.
He wondered aloud.
     "I thought you said you would go to Luigi's to get the food.  Luigi
has a Chinese restaurant, does he?"
     Mike and Liz both laughed loudly, knowing Brian's puzzlement to be a
natural result of the situation of getting food.
     Liz spoke calmly, "No, Brian, it just seems weird.  Luigi Montoni
owned a Pizza place for years, finally selling out a few years ago.  Then
he tired of retirement and bought a Chinese restaurant and is doing just as
well with that.  I guess nationality doesn't have anything to do with
ethnic restaurants and success."
     "I see," Brian murmured.
     "Ok, the food is all ready, the silverware is in that drawer in front
of you, Brian, would you be an angel and bring enough out for the three of
us."  Brian and Mike exchanged glances when she said 'angel'.  That was
what Mike frequently called his lover.
     Brian did that and the three sat, passing around boxes of delicious
Chinese delicacies and rice, steamed vegetables and various sauces, which
they began to eat ravenously.
     After a while of munching and appraising the flavor and appeal of each
selection, Liz turned to Brian and inquired.
     "Brian, would your father's name happen to be Stuart?"
     "Yes."
     "And his middle name, could it be MacLeod?"
     "You are right again. Did you know my father?"  He seemed excited,
wanting more.
     Liz paused, then "Yes, Brian, we went to the same college and dated
for quite a while. He graduated a year before I did, left the school and I
never saw him again.  Oh occasionally there was a picture in the newspaper
early in his career, but later on, nothing.  Does he work for some secret
government agency or similarly in the private sector?"
     "Dad had his own consulting company, that's all I know.  He may have
done other things earlier in his career."
     Brian realize that Liz did not know his father had been killed, but
decided at that point not to get into that whole situation. They could talk
later on.
     Liz decided not to go further with this line of conversation either
until a later time.  She wanted to know a lot about her ex-boyfriend and
about Brian.

     "I see, well, I've very happy to meet his son.  You are a very
charming and attractive young man.  But, you really deserve much better
that Michael Keith." She giggled.
     Brian returned, "No, Liz, he deserves much better than me, but he's
got me and I'll never let him go."
     "Yes, I know, Brian. I was teasing a bit. You two should have no one
but each other, and I'll do my best to keep your relationship a secret."
She looked at Mike and at Brian, "But, you both must do a much better job
of controlling your emotions, looks and touching when together. I don't
want anyone else to know what I know."
     "Mike, I assume you have thought of what could happen to your campaign
if your situation became public?"
     "Yes, Liz, we've talked all that over and will do our best not to let
it happen.  But even if the worst should happen, I would still like to
continue the campaign.  Could you stick with me if that happened?"
     "Of course Mike, I won't desert you, nor will most of your supporters.
Whether you would win the election or not, no one can know. "
     Mike took one of Liz's hands in his, "If the worse should happen, and
I lose, I want you to know that you will always have a position with me.
Ok?"
     "Sure, Mike, I know.  Let's just get going on this campaign."

     After helping to clean up the trash, thanking Liz for her treat, Mike
and Brian helped Liz into her car, then got in the Mustang to head for the
lake.  None of them noticed a cautious young man leaving the campaign
office after they all had left, a college student volunteer who had been in
the lav while Mike and Brian were there and didn't have a chance to leave
before secrets were being revealed.  He was wondering what he should do
with the information to which he was a witness, if anything.

     The next week was a busy one for Mike especially, meetings with
backers, lunches and dinners around the five counties of his district.
Brian spent his time in campaign headquarters, helping Liz and the others
working there as he could.  Since he was such a whiz on the computer
system, he helped the whole outfit become more organized.
     Mike had done something for Brian that the young man couldn't
believe. He rented a car for Brian, and just Brian, to use while they were
in Ohio. It wasn't a Mustang (which Brian had hoped for) but he was so
excited to have "wheels".  With a car Brian could get himself to work and
back after lunch, since the office work slackened considerably after the
noon break.  This was perfect for Brian, because he could sunbathe, do some
reading, take a nap (he rarely did that) and his favorite activity, take
the sailboat out for a couple hours in the afternoon. That he loved more
than anything else, if only Mike could be with him.  Being on the boat at
this time made Brian remember the fantastic sex they enjoyed that time -
Mike's losing his cherry.
     Mike was always so tired when he got home from his campaigning that
Brian didn't bug him about having sex.  They were very careful to keep the
cabin curtains and shades drawn, especially at night.  Even though Mike was
often tired in the evening, their morning sex was the best for both of
them. After starting their relationship as almost complete homosexual
neophytes, they both were learning to give and received different forms of
bodily love along with the sexual emotional and psychological passion they
feel.  Brian did have a head start over Mike having had several gay sexual
lessons from Adam for short while.  But his present sex was with the man he
loved, that makes a big difference.

          Brian drove "his" car down the lane from the main road, pulling
to a stop beside the cabin where he and Mike lived, shutting the driver's
door as he trotted to the front door.  He noticed that the sun was bright
and warm, the breezes were steady but not very hard and blue water of the
lake rippled slightly but generally calm.  Just a perfect day for a sail,
he thought.  Fortunately for Brian, the boat had been rigged for one man
sailing, the sailor being able to operate from the cockpit.  Inside the
house, he shucked his clothes, slipping on a speedo and plain white t-shirt
with his boat shoes, and picked up a towel, some pop and bag of chips.
Brian didn't snack a lot, but nothing could be better on the boat.
Actually, it is said that any food consumed on a boat while sailing does
not count in the daily intake of calories.  He believed that.  Some don't.
     Brian locked up the house, putting the keys inside his speedo right
under his dick, a little uncomfortable but safe as anywhere, walked to the
dock where their 22' O'Day sailboat was moored.  First, the young blond
removed the tarp covering the cockpit, folding it, storing it under the
seat.  Brian then started to release the boat from its moorings, but
stopped suddenly when he looked at the method used to tie it up.  He knew
that the lines were not tied as he always knotted them, and he had the boat
out last just the day before.  Someone must have released the boat for some
reason he couldn't imagine, since he could tell that the sails had not been
raised.
     The whole situation scared Brian because of the possible problems with
the election.  He had been warned by Liz to be very careful at all times.
He looked around the whole area and more closely toward the boat again,
then climbed aboard and searched there.  Nothing seemed to be out of place
or even moved, though when he checked the gas in the motor, the level
seemed the same as yesterday.
     Brian was mystified, not sure what to do.  His next thought suggested
a form of action that seemed the logical thing to do, so he doffed his
shoes and t-shirt and dove into the water beside the boat.  The water was
fairly clear and Mike could see well as he swam under the water along both
sides of the hull.  It wasn't until he reached the stern he found something
abnormal.  Just ahead of the outboard motor appeared a black box fastened
to the hull, the size of an old cigar box, about 8 inches long, 5 inches
wide and two inches in depth.  Brian approached closely but didn't touch
the box, just near enough to see a wire leading from the box to the dock.
He'd seen enough, it was time to get out of the water and call Mike.
     Mike answered his cell phone within a few minutes.  "What is it
Brian?"
     "Mike, we have a big problem, I think. I was going for a sail and I
noticed the boat wasn't tied up as I always do it. So I just dove
underneath and found a small black box fastened underneath the stern.  And
there is what might be a line from it and tied to the dock, which could set
off the bomb if that's what it is."
     "Ok, Brian, as soon as we're off, I'm calling my friend, Nils Berger,
a detective with the River City police department.  He knows me very well
and will be out to take a look.  Do you think that divers would help?"
     Brian spoke hurriedly, "Yes, Mike, and some of the bomb squad.  I know
I'm not sure that it is, but I'd bet it's a bomb."
     "All right, Brian, just stay right there and Nils should be with you
soon. I just can't get away now - not for at least two hours."  Then he
whispered very softly, "I love you, please be careful, love."
     "I will. Bye."

     Less than half an hour later, Brian finally saw an unmarked police car
pull up by the cabin.  He assumed the tall, blond man who left the car was
Lt. Nils Berger, who looked very fit to Brian, with the appearance of a
Swedish male model, a modern Viking.  'Wow, what a man,' Brian thought to
himself and told himself to pay attention to the crisis, to stop ogling
Lt. Berger.
     After meeting him and explaining what he found to Lt. Berger, Brian
led him to the boat, indicating just where he found the box, and telling
how he dove beside the boat.  Hearing another vehicle stopping by the
cabin, Brian turned to see two beefy men in wet suits leave the van,
heading for them.  'Wow, again,' Brian thought, 'this is great, what a
parade of hunks - luscious eye candy,' admiring the almost twin husky males
in their super tight wet suits. They carried a large, heavy metal box, like
a safe.
     The Lieutenant gave exact instructions to the men as to their job, and
let them get on with it.  Quickly diving into the fairly shallow water, the
men disappeared from view, the ripples they caused rapidly vanishing too.
In less than two minutes they surfaced to tell Nils Berger the news, this
was probably bomb and would have exploded a few minutes after the boat left
the dock, they thought.  Brian gave a brief prayer of thanks and a large
sigh of relief.  Boy, he could have been blown in a million pieces all over
the lake.  He shuddered and wished Mike were there with him.
     "Lieutenant, should I call Mike and tell him what you have found?"
     The deep blue eyes focused on Brian's lighter blues, "No, Brian, I'll
tell him as soon as I get to my car.  I want you to come with me and sit in
my car while the guys load the bomb in their van. Mike would have my butt
if I let anything happen to you.  He didn't precisely say it, but I can
tell that you are very important to him.  Let's go."
     Brian led the way to the car, and his senses told him that the
Lieutenant, who was following him, was staring at his butt.  Actually, he
could understand that because his only clothing was the speedo, and Mike
had told him he was a beauty to behold in it.  The young man decided he
would ask Mike if he knows anything about Nils' sexual orientation.
     Fifteen minutes after they sat in the car, the two bomb squad members
climbed onto the dock, carrying the huge box with the black box in it,
heading for their truck.
     "Brian, we will be taking it to the lab to dissect it, find out how it
worked and maybe even who make it.  You did a good job today, and saved
your own butt, too," he smiled, then thought to himself, 'and a nice butt
it is!'.  " I'm glad I'll be able to see you again.."
     Brian shook his hand, "I'll be available whenever you are," he also
smiled at the sparkling blues that maybe winked at him.  And I certainly
want to know more about you.

     In the cabin Brian decided just to leave on his speedos, too warm
really to add any clothes. His bare torso gleamed with his suntan and good
health and vitality.  He's had a narrow escape, but missed Mike so much. He
needed the comfort Mike could give him, calming his fears and
panic. Brian's hand reached to his crotch, patted his growing erection
vigorously, then walked on the porch to sit on top of the three steps.
Stretching out on them, he pushed the waist band of the speedo under his
ball sack, releasing his cock and balls, holding one with the right hand,
and the others in the left, gently rubbing and caressing his sex organs.
     He knew no one was anywhere around, so he slid the suit off his legs
and feet, extended one leg straight out, rested the other foot on the upper
step, bending his knee tightly.  Brian closed his eyes, leaning against the
post and relaxed everything except his cock.  He rubbed his nipples,
tweaking them, and fondled his pecs while the other hand started
masturbating his rock hard dick, rubbing the fleshy head with the
lubricating fluid dripping out of the hole, spreading it down the length of
the prick.
     Brian closed his eyes and was really getting into his jacking off, in
a daze and dream world, enjoying the stunning sensations coming from his
cock where his hand was gripping tightly, rubbing up and down, sliding the
loose skin along the more that 6 inch length.  He slid his thumb over the
cockhead, spreading his juices around it..  He recognized the feeling of
impending climax beginning in his crotch, radiating up his body from his
cock and balls, while his whole body tensed and this muscles tightened,
almost into cramping and the heat built inside his sex brain in his balls.
Brian opened his eyes and looked at his cockhead, gleaming in the sun,
bulging spongy deep red cap on his dick, drips of his juices dropping over
the flange onto his cock body.  It looked so good to him, he wondered what
it would taste like.
     The young blond had often tasted his own semen, but couldn't taste his
own cock, his actual rock hard cock, the mushy head, the velvet skin.  Or
could he?  He bent his head as far as he could toward the throbbing sex
organ and got close, but still needed a couple inches closer.
     He stood up then lay down full length on the floor with the top of his
head near the cabin wall by the door, jacking his still-hard dick slowly as
he got in place and placed his elbows on the floor by his hips and his
hands beneath his butt.  Throwing his feet and legs over his body and head
to reach the wall, he pushed with his hands on his rear end, struggling to
get his crotch above his face.  As his feet hit the wall, he started
walking them down the wall to the floor, pulling Brian's lower body more
and more in a tighter curve which arched like a big, big C.
     So intent on his experiment, Brian didn't hear a car pull in to the
side of the cabin, nor see Nils Berger appear around the side of the porch.
As soon as he noticed where Brian was and what he was doing, Nils ducked
back around the corner, barely peeping far enough to see him.  He couldn't
believe that Brian was able to get himself into that position, curled up so
tight. Nils had returned to tell Brian and Mike about the bomb, but he
wasn't about to bother him then.
     Grabbing his cock with one hand and his butt with the other, Brian
forced his body even tighter until he knew he was close.  When he tried
hard, he was able to touch the tip of his cock with his tongue and lightly
slide over the soft, slick surface.  Got to get closer, he was thinking,
almost there.  With a sudden idea, Brian held tightly to his legs with one
hand, then brought the other hand to his mouth where he slobbered over the
middle finger, getting it slippery with saliva before reaching back to his
butt, pushing that finger full into his asshole as far as he could.  He
then curled that finger, hooking onto his anus to help pull it toward his
face.
     With a strong thrust of his muscles Brian managed to touch his
cockhead with his lips, then pull the head inside where his tongue and lips
could suck and lick.  He got so excited, only a few seconds later Brian
knew he was cumming, the tingling started in his crotch and balls,
traveling up his spine, shivering along the way to his neck, face and
scalp.  By that time he was as tight as a steel spring coiled for release
and with one more surge, Brian got more of his cock into his mouth just as
his balls organs sent his cum stream through his erection into his mouth.
As the shots of cum flooded his mouth, Brian wanted to yell and scream, but
couldn't because his mouth was full of his hugely expanded sex shaft,
slippery and steaming hot. As his shooting stopped, he gradually relaxed,
pulled his finger from his ass and bit by bit, carefully, straightened his
legs and back to unwind and lay full on the floor. He decided he was in
love with the taste of his dick.
     Nils had watched all that, had taken a chance by pulling out his dick,
by then hard as a rock, following the young man's lead by masturbating
himself, rubbing his big dick faster and faster until he could tell that
Brian had cum.  He also discharged shot after shot from his cock on to the
bushes below him, practically shooting a steady stream of cum on them.  He
hadn't come like that in a long time, if ever.  Man, that young guy was
something.  He'd only met him that day, but got to know a most intimate
secrets.  Unfortunately, Nils figured that he belonged to Mike and that was
that.  Hell, I'd never have had the nerve to even approach him, he thought.
     Brian held his dick loosely in his hands, marveling at this piece of
his body, its size and shape and especially its ability to easily expand
and contract, which can give him the greatest pleasure he ever experienced.
He also stretched to try to get his spine back into its original
conformity.  I don't think I'll do that very often, he thought, it may take
a while to get my back into line.
     Nils stuck his dick back through his zipper and retreated to his car,
deciding to give Brian a chance to clean up because he still wanted to talk
to him.  He sat in his car, trying to keep very quiet.  Now that Brian had
climaxed, he will be more aware of his surroundings.
     Walking up on the porch, Nils rapped on the door sill, "Are you awake,
Brian?"
     Brian quickly appeared from the bathroom, dressed only in bright red
briefs.  "Hey, Lieutenant, come on in.  Just getting cleaned up a bit."
     "Oh, I'll wait out here and get the swing rocking."  He would have
loved to go inside and watch him cover that lovely body with clothes, but
thought better of it for the time being.

     A well-clothed Brian returned quickly to the porch, holding two cans
of pop and suggesting that they sit in the swing.  He offered one can to
Nils as they sat down, starting the rocking movement of their seat,
separated but not by much.
     Nils nodded his thanks, "How are you feeling after your close call
today, Brian. That would be quite a shock."
     The younger blond shook his head, "Well, I'm pretty good. Just happy
that I didn't send my butt flying all over the lake."  He laughed
nervously.
     Nils could only think, don't, please don't hurt that beautiful
butt. "I'm glad, too. Too much paper work for me."  He gave sort of a smart
ass grin.
     "How long have you known Mike, Lieutenant?"
     "Brian, I've known Mike since high school, we were on sports teams
together, mostly track and field, got to know each other fairly well.  I
was a year back of Mike and Bryan, but knew Bryan, too.  I've always felt
sorry for Bryan, he never seemed to be able to put everything together.  He
never was able to hold a job very long, too restless I guess.  One night a
few years ago, when I found Bryan drunk and almost paralyzed, he did a lot
of babbling to me, though I believe he thought I was Mike at the time.
Bryan played around a lot, but never was able to find the right
someone. And now he's gone.  Sad."
     "How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?" Brian trying not to
think of Bryan.
     "I'm 27, one year younger than Mike.  No, I'm not married, not seeing
anyone regularly.  There are a couple of women who don't mind too much
being seen with me once in a while," he smiled ruefully, "but no special
someone".
     "I'm sure you will find someone, Lieutenant, with your looks and
brains, it's just a matter of time. " He smiled broadly, "I'm surprised you
don't have to fight them off."
     Nils grinned modestly, then asked, "Tell me about yourself, Brian.  I
really don't know much so far."
     Brian quickly ran through his life to that point, with Adam and then
Mike, school and working as a page in Congress.  One more year of high
school, then college.
     Nils got up to leave and held out his hand toward Brian who shook it,
feeling the strength and firmness. " I have to get going, Brian. How about
calling me Nils when we're together, but not when I need to keep my
policeman mode intact."
     "You got it, Nils, I feel like I've made a friend, and that makes my
day a happy one, especially after what happened this afternoon."
     Nils reminded Brian, "I'll keep a good watch on you two, and both eyes
and ears open, don't worry about that.  You might not see me, but I'll be
around.  And call me if you have any problems. Take care."  He waved as he
walked toward his car.  He would never forget seeing Brian contorted enough
to suck himself off.  What a stud!  Betcha he's Mike's lover.  I'd bet."

     Not ten minutes later, Mike's Mustang roared into the lane, made
record time traveling the mile long lane, sliding to a stop by the house.
Brian got up from the porch steps, ran to the car, embracing Mike as he
emerged.
     "Mikey, I was so scared when I realized what I'd found.  And if I
hadn't been watching closely, I might had gone for my last sail."
     Mike had tears in his eyes as he hugged his young lover tightly,
running his hands all over the slim muscles he knew so well, thanking the
heavens for keeping Brian safe and unscathed.
     "Lover, we've had a narrow escape, and because you are so observant,
you survived, but I don't want to take more chances.  I'm calling Adam
right now and get him here on the next plane. I want him helping us take
care of ourselves.  Do you think he'd do that?"
     Brian brightened quickly, "Of course he would, you know he'd do
anything for us, seeing that he loves both of us, you know he does.  Call
him right now, please Mike,"
     Talking to Adam, the two decided he would fly that night, after he had
given the cook, Annie, a paid vacation, extra bonus, but no firm date when
she would be needed.  He emphasized that she definitely would be needed.
     Adam finally said he just might charter a business jet to be there at
least by ten that night.  He didn't think he could wait any longer to see
them and take charge of their safety.
     Mike thanked him profusely, drawing courage and nerve just talking to
Adam.
     "Brian, he'll be here tonight.  I have a feeling he's always wanted to
charter a jet plane and this is his excuse.  It will be great to have him
here," he paused. "Uh-oh, we need to get another bed by tonight.  We'll get
a day bed and we can put it in the living room.  You and I do need our
privacy," he winked at Brian, smirking too.
     Mike thought of something, "Say, Brian, were you wearing your speedo
when Nils was here, and as usual nothing else?"
     Brian laughed, "Yes, I was, and he noticed me, really noticed me!"
     "Hmm, I've wondered about that man since we were in high school, but
never have heard anything for sure. Of course he isn't married and doesn't
date much, but who knows."
     Brian smiled to himself because he had definite feelings that the
Lieutenant had some hidden depths that would be great to dive into, not
that he would, naturally.

     The two men parked next to the cabin, followed by a delivery truck
from the furniture store.  Mike had to call in a mess of favors plus some
hefty tips to buy a bed immediately and have it delivered immediately, too.
Mike and Brian were pleased with their choice, a extra long day bed with a
trundle underneath, supposing that maybe Adam might want to have a guest
stay over night.
     With the bed moved in and the living room furniture redistributed, the
delivery men left and Mike asked Brian to make up the bed with the sheets
and blanket he put on the table while he took a shower to wash the dirt of
the day off.  Brian spread and tucked the sheets and blanket, they quickly
stripped himself and lay seductively on Adam's new bed, looked at Mike who
entered the living room drying his hair and said, "Come here, lover, I need
some comforting, I've had a nasty shock, damn near lost my butt, beautiful
as it is!"
     Mike laughed, "Do you think we should make love on Adam's new bed?"
     "I don't think he'd mind if we inaugurate his hot bed," Brian giggled,
"I have a feeling this is going to be a busy bed ....  soon!"  He grabbed
Mike, pulling him down on top of him, "And lover, I think it's our duty
since we are Adam's friends and the lovers who get to initiate his bed."
     Mike dumped the towel, lay on the bed next to Brian, embraced his body
with loving arms, drawing his lover's naked body against him, rubbing his
hands over the taut back muscles and hard yet supple buttocks. He was
wondering how he could be so lucky to have this beautiful young being for
his own, so fair, so perfectly formed and so loving.  The young men moved
their faces close and locked lips while wrestling tongue to tongue, each
investigating the other's mouth, along the slick teeth and soft gums, hard
palate and tried for the uvula, which neither reached.
     An observer from the doorway would have seen two slender, lightly
muscled young men, one being younger and blond with a light tan over all
but his butt and groin, the other is slightly older with dark hair, just
gentle waves, a darker tan but rosy in the sunlight from the window above
the bed where they lay.  Their heights were almost equal, though Brian was
a bit shorter and weighed a bit less than Mike.  They were facing each
other tightly, chest to chest and aroused dicks pressing into each other
and their crotches.
     Brian suddenly pushed Mike on his back, crawled on top of him and
began kissing his face, forehead, eyes, nose and, tenderly, his lips while
Mike hugged his naked lover closely to him, warmly caressing his smooth
flesh, especially those melon-like buttocks, so strong yet so pliable. He
worked them with his slender fingers, reaching toward his immediate goal,
the rosy bud hidden deep in its dark recesses where a intense penetration
can connect one body and soul to another.
     But Brian moved his body lower on Mike, kissing the side of his neck,
nuzzling into the hollow of his shoulder, then flicking his ear lobe.  His
lips played with that soft, dangling piece of flesh, sucking it and setting
up waves of tingly sensations in Mike's body, even more when the young man
continued running his dripping tongue in and around Mike's shell-like ear.
Brian moved lower, finding and running his tongue around both of Mike's
nickel-sized nipples alternately, nipping the now raised and stiffened
centers while his lover groaned and gave spasmodically deep sounds from his
inner spirit.  Mike eagerly clutched Brian's back, massaging those thick,
solid back muscles with an adoration he had never known before.
     Sliding down Mike's naked front, Brian followed the treasure trail
from his pecs, past a succulent innie navel (which he drilled for good
measure) to his lover's dark, curly pubes, but quickly circumvented the
huge drooling erection to continue down the heavy, muscled legs, licking
his way through the thick, dark leg fuzz.  To ease his back and legs, Brian
then turned around on the bed kneeling over Mike's body toward his feet,
beside his hips and lowered his lips to his feet.
     Mike screamed internally when he felt Brian's tongue slide soaking wet
between his toes, then sucking on each individual toe on both feet.  Mike
found it extremely sexy and so did Brian who loved the feeling of the toes
on his tongue, they even tasted so smooth.  Brian had settled his butt on
Mike's groin, their cocks leaking a flood of slick juice on each other.
And Mike had an eagle-eyed view of Brian's butt and butthole - both spread
wide open in front of him.  His hands reached those tempting treasurers of
his love which he handled lovingly and eagerly, but had to wait while his
lover loved him first.
     Brian retreated backwards toward the top of the bed, licking along
Mike's legs, especially his inner thighs and balls, sliding his abdomen
along Mike's stomach and chest until Mike was spreading Brian's exotic
buttocks, licking Brian's fuckhole as fast as he could.  At the same time
Brian was in position to deep-throat Mike's cock and did, licking it up and
down and around, sucking out his sex fluids from the cock slit in the
bulging, spongy head, as his hands caressed Mike's legs and hips with
demanding hands.
     Brian continued sucking and tonguing Mike's cock, slathering it with
saliva which dripped on his balls and scrotum, shoving the head into his
own throat, his muscles there wringing the head out of its fluid treasures
until Mike yelled.
     "Brian, love, I'm coming, I'm coming.  Take it, swallow it, it is mine
for you."
     His hips thrust upward, forcing his dick further into his love's
talented throat where it finally exploded into his gullet.  Waves of
tingling took hold of Mike from dick and asshole to his back, face and
scalp.  That only lasted a few seconds, but accompanied a sweep of pulses
where his cum flooded Brian's throat, coating it with hot, clotted semen
and active sperm.
     When Mike recovered from his climax, still lying on the bed, he made
Brian turn around and kneel with his knees in Mike's armpits so he could
easily reach his lover's still rock hard cock, dripping its fluids and
pulsing slowly.  It only took a few licks on Brian's cockhead and a few
more bobs of Mike's head and throat on the bursting, pounding swollen cock
for him to explode his semen into his lover's mouth and throat, where he
tasted the tasty seminal fluid from his body's storage glands.
     Mike cooed and cuddled his lover, "Brian, man, that is the finest
loving I've ever had ....  ever!  Thank you."
     "Thank you too, Mikey, because only with you could I have done that."
Brian kissed Mike's swollen lips tenderly.  The two lovers lay tightly
together on the bed, holding each other firmly, caressing and kissing those
parts they could reach, whispering words of love and desire, but soon both
had dozed off in their sex drained state.

     Mike woke, jumped up and yelled, "We've got to get out of here, Adam's
plane will be landing at the airfield soon. Let me get a wet cloth and we
can wipe ourselves down."
     This they did quickly, then slid on their clothes as fast as they
could. Then Brian seemed to dawdle in the bathroom.
     "Come on, Brian, let's go."
     "Ok, ok, Mike, I had to pee bad!", he giggled, "better than wetting my
pants."
     They ran out of the cabin, racing to Mike's car, taking off with a
spray of gravel.
     After a fast drive of 10 miles, the two young men walked into the
control tower of the small field which was just large enough to handle a
jet the size of the one bring Adam MacLeod to River City after a brief
flight from Washington.  Their friend came from the plane with a small
carry on case, well dressed (a suit and tie even) and smiling, in fact
rather jubilant to have arrived. Adam was never comfortable in an airplane,
but Brian hoped that Adam's chartered jet was a good experience for him.
Adam's first view of Mike and Brian showed two youthful men who looked like
they had just had the best sex in their lives.  Adam was sure that was
true.
     The trio ran together into what looked like a huddle, a huggle
actually, embracing each other with great gusto, pats on backs and broad
smiles.  They were almost equal in height and weight, Adam being bigger all
around than the other two.  After a few minutes, the rest of Adam's baggage
was brought to him, the two bags which must hold his entire wardrobe,
giving evidence that Adam expected to stay a long time, which pleased both
Mike and especially Brian.
     "Oh, man, it's so good to see you, Brian, and you, Mike, I've missed
you both so much in the short time you've been gone, and neither of you
really told me what was going on, except for the phone call this morning
which scared the hell out of me.  What have you guys been messing with out
here in the wilderness?  Speaking of which, let's get to your place, Mike,
let me unpack and settle in.  It sounds like I have a lot to do to get you
two out of trouble."

     A young man, medium height and slim, dressed in jeans and t-shirt with
a well-formed body and nice looking face, paced his dorm room at the
college while nervously running his hand through his straight, brown hair.
His face seemed pinched in worry and bewilderment, as if unable to come to
a decision.  The young man's name was Ben Heskett, he was 19, soon to be a
sophomore at the college, majoring in dietetics science partly because of
being raised on a large, family farm thirty miles south of River City.
     That summer, Ben had been hired by Liz Crouse for part time work
around Mike's campaign office in River City, work which Ben needed to help
pay for the schooling and room, board and books.  His folks paid for most
of it, but they didn't have much extra money for him.  Even though he lived
very frugally and inexpensively, he was always in need of cash.  He already
worked at the college administration building part time, but still didn't
make much.  Ben flopped on his bed, worried that he might have to drop out,
just when he was getting used to the place, and classes, and the dorm.
     Ben was somewhat an introvert, yet had some good acquaintances in the
dorm since he did like to play basketball a lot, and had played on the dorm
team in intramurals last spring, meeting a bunch of good guys along the
way.  He wasn't tall, but was quick and very agile, so could manage to
score a few points and also pass off with accuracy.
     What worried Ben most was information he received accidentally
recently while working at the Congressman's campaign office where he, two
girls and two other guys had been working for most of the day on mailings,
computer data and answering mail.  A while after the Congressman and his
helper arrived that day, the other workers finished what they were doing
and left the office.  Ben had finished too, but had an urgent date with the
toilet before he left.  While sitting on the john, Ben heard Liz ask the
other two just how long they had been in love with each other. He couldn't
believe what he was hearing, a gay congressman and his lover admitting that
they were in love and had no intentions of giving it up.  They obviously
didn't know Ben was in the john.
     Knowing he didn't dare leave the restroom while they were still there,
he stayed on the porcelain pot.  When he heard what he was sure was sex
going on in the store room, he got excited, he played with his dick which
speedily stretched and expanded to its normal fat 6 inches.  Even through
the wooden door, he realized when a zipper unzipped and clothes were
dropped, when the sucking started and knowing well what Brian's groans and
muffled yells were caused by, then the climax and the young man's panting
and gasping for breath, calling Mike's name..
     While all that was going on, Ben had been rubbing his dick, spreading
the natural lube from base to his swollen, spongy head, bright red-purple,
holding and working his balls with his fluttering fingers, watching the
pre-cum dripping on the floor until he just couldn't hold back any longer,
speeding up the jacking motion of his fist until he felt his passion climax
in a rush of semen thrusting through his pulsating cock.  His head felt
fevered and flashes behind his closed eyes splashed as his whole body shook
spasmodically, jerking the tense muscles as he watched four distinct
splashes of cum on the tile floor of the rest room.  He still knew he
couldn't leave, especially when Liz came back with food for the three of
them, and it seemed forever before they finished eating, talking about how
they came to love each other.  He soon had a boner while listening to their
love as it came to be.  He thought how beautiful their relationship was.
     Ben was very relieved when he realized that all three had finally left
the office and saw the cars start to pull away as he rushed to the door.
Sliding cautiously through the front door, he escaped the office, but
couldn't lock the second lock, a dead bolt, without a key and he had to
hope that Liz couldn't be sure that she had locked it or not.
     Back in Ben's room in the dorm where he was worried and, to be honest,
a bit scared to realize what he knew about the congressman and Brian.  He
hadn't met the young man but no question he sure was beautiful.  Ben had
suspicions that he himself might just be gay, but Brian was so appealing
and seemed so nice, he wondered if he could talk to him, if Brian could
help Ben figure out just what his feelings of sex meant.  Maybe he'd get a
chance soon as they worked together again.  As he thought about Brian
again, his hand wandered to his crotch and began caressing his now erect
penis, pressing his hardness through his pants and briefs.
     With a sudden movement, those pants and briefs were slid down his
legs, revealing his beating thick cock and wrinkled sack of full balls. His
dick was drooling profusely, dripping on Ben's hand, his own balls and the
sheets.  The cock was shining in the ceiling light, the deep red head awash
in pre-cum which was spread by Ben's hand over the whole erection,
stimulating his sensitive nerves on the surface, drawing his fluids from
his balls near to spouting from the slit.  Ben's eyes were closed, he was
dreaming, visualizing the young man he'd recently, a beautiful young blond
who was gay and in love with Congressman Keith.  He tried to imagine the
sexy body naked in front of him, but he couldn't, just seeing the handsome
face, wide shoulders and narrow hips with bubble buttocks.  In no time
Ben's pounding his dick faster and faster produced an explosion of semen,
the hot white cum spurting above him and down the sides and over his hand.
As he slowly calmed down, Ben brought his hand up to his lips, licking all
the cum off his fingers.  His muscles slackened, his breathing slowed and
he fell asleep.

     Mike, Brian and Adam were sitting around the table in the cabin,
having just finished a delicious breakfast prepared by all three - not a
case of too many chefs here.  They each seemed to have their own
speciality, resulting in succulent omelets, light pancakes and crisp bacon
plus sliced strawberries with blackberries, blueberries and red
raspberries.
     They talked about the bomb yesterday and Brian's close call, trying to
come up with specific actions that they could accomplish.  Not much decided
so far.
     Mike heard a car stop near the cabin, then a rap on the door.  He
jumped up and went to see.  "Hi, Nils, come on in.  Good to see you." He
opened the screen door, shaking hands with the policeman. "We just finished
breakfast, but there's still pancakes and fruit so help yourself."
     "That sounds good, Mike," as he took a plate and filled it, returning
to the table.
     "Nils, we also want you to meet the third member of our so-called
family, Adam MacLeod, from Washington.  He flew in last night after I put
out a emergency help call to him.  We thought it wouldn't hurt to have
someone to help."
     Nils and Adam shook hands, looking into each other's eyes, both
surprised by the deep concentration. "Hi, Adam, glad to meet you.  I hope
I'll get to see a lot of you."
     "Thanks, Nils," he paused, "or should it be Lieutenant?"
     Nils smiled, "No, that's ok around this group, but when I'm trying to
be official, let's keep it Lieutenant. I have a sergeant whom I have been
trying to train not to call me 'Loot.' I'm really not making much headway.
That's his problem, no headway."
     Adam laughed in sympathy, "No sweat, Nils."
     Mike broke in, "Adam MacLeod is our friend, former so-called butler,
chauffeur and all around handyman, who is now our partner.  Because of the
possible bomb threat and other contingencies, we knew we would feel much
better if he were here with Brian and me, watching our backs if you will."
He paused, "And he was available and cheap."
     The police lieutenant smiled toward all of them, the longest to Adam,
"You all have saved me from a dull day so far.  I thank you for your
hospitality and the opportunity to meet Adam.  I think you are very wise to
have him here helping. He looks like a good man to me." He smiled again at
Adam.
     "While I'm here, gentlemen, " he said in a more serious voice, "I do
have some news about the 'bomb' Brian discovered."  The way he pronounced
bomb sounded doubtful.
     "First, it was not a real bomb.  There was no charge inside. However,
If Brian had set it off, there would have been a loud bang and lots of
smoke, but no real damage."
     Mike and Brian looked at each other, heaving sighs of relief, looks of
hope that whoever placed it there, might not be planning future violence.
They both said so to the others.
     Nils responded, "I wouldn't guarantee that, but obviously this was a
warning to you two. " He reached into his shirt pocket, withdrawing a
folded piece of paper. "This note, however, was in the box, addressed to
you and well sealed so it wasn't ruined by the water."
     The note read: "Michael Keith, this is a wake-up warning for you and
your friend.  I have learned from somebody who should know that you are now
a fag with a fag lover tagging along.  Noone in this district will go for
that and they ain't gonna vote for you. Our warning is for you to quit from
the campaign and get the hell out of here.  If you don't, we can't be
responsible for your fate.  Signed: The Fag Trappers.  PS: Remember the
Matthew Shepherd fag and what happened to him!"
     "Son of a bitch!" Adam burst out, stomping to his feet and pacing
vigorously around the living room. "I'm going to find him or them and
squash 'em like the cockroaches they are."
     Nils tried to calm him, "Now wait a bit, Adam, we are doing all we can
for the moment.  Give us a chance first, before you go wild on us.  There
were fingerprints inside the box, but that won't do us any good until we
have a suspect. "
     "That's good advice, Adam, your best response for us would be to see
that we don't get hurt. OK?"
     Adam bowed his head and agreed softly, but still mumbling under his
breath about what he was going to do to 'those guys' .... "
     At that, Nils stood up, "Thanks for a great breakfast, and Adam, I'm
happy to have met you.  Tell you what, how about meeting me at the Police
Station, Mike can direct you to it, I'd like to show you how we are working
this and would appreciate any ideas you would have.  Ah ... come to the
station about 5 this afternoon, I'll be off duty then and we can talk.
OK?"
     "Sure, that would be great, I was an MP in the Air Force for a
while. I'll see you then."
     The two men shook hands, smiling at each other, natural friends
already.
     Nils turned to leave, "Thanks again, Mike, ah ... would you walk to my
car with me. I need to ask you something."  Facing Brian, "And Brian, give
me a call when you need me."
     Brian nodded, planning to do just that the first chance he could think
up an excuse.
     Mike and Nils walked slowly to Nils' car, their whole history walking
between them, holding them together with friendship and memories, not
touching, but feeling as if they were.
     "Mike, I'm very sorry to have to do this, but I must to complete this
investigation, because your answer will partly show me where to start."  He
looked at the ground, moving around a few little stones with his
shoe. "Mike, are the accusations included in that note true?  Are you gay
and are you and Brian partners?"
     His friend looked out onto his blue, rippled lake, out to the deep
green forests of fir trees and his squat, nestled cabin, thinking of his
lover Brian, fervently hoping that his answer wouldn't jeopardize these
precious things to him, wouldn't take them away in a turmoil of vicious
hate.  He couldn't help it, but his eyes teared up with these thoughts,
scared to death, but determined not to cave in.  At least he didn't ask if
we were fags and fucking each other.
     He brightened up, "Yes, Nils, I found out a year ago that I was gay
mainly because I fell in love with a most wonderful young man, handsome,
intelligent and clever, generous and loving.  I was hooked.  Nothing I did
"made him gay", he already was gay and knew it.  He had had a couple
experiences with a friend before he met me."  He looked at Nils, "And, my
friend, we have tried to be cautious, but obviously screwed up somewhere."
     "Mike, I appreciate your forthright answer, and I admire your
guts. You may never know how someone knew or, even more probable, guessed.
The investigation of the so-called bomb is not so urgent now since there
was no bomb technically, and the written threat is only known to me.  It
was well sealed in the "bomb" and was addressed to you.  Since you were
here now, I took charge of it to bring to you. No one else has seen it, and
we don't want them to see it.  So, I'll have to work on my own, that's why
I want help from Adam, particularly."
     "That's fine with me, Nils, we'll all help as much as we can."
     "Well, I do have to go.  First, though, I want you to know that you
are my very good friend, just as you were just a few minutes ago. I can
understand your situation. Take care and watch everything."  Nils smiled,
put his hand on Mike's shoulder, squeezing in confidence and concern, got
in the car and left.
     Mike watched his friend drive away, wondering if he had done the right
thing.  Reviewing their conversation, he also wondered what Nils meant when
he said 'I can understand your situation'.

     Adam met Nils at the Police Station in his office, where Nils showed
him the remains of the "bomb", the entire file, fingerprints and
construction particulars.
     "Not much to go on," Adam remarked, "and a fingerprint needs a
suspect.  That's it, huh?"
     "Yes. I'll keep trying, though.  Might stumble onto a possibility."
Very quietly, he moved beside Adam and whispered, "Meet me at the Hob Nob
down the street toward the square in 20 minutes."
     Nils walked Adam to the door of his office and showed him the way out.
"And thanks for stopping in, we will look into your problem."
     He looked around the office, spotting his two sergeants at their desks
just outside his door.  "Sergeants, would you step into my office a
minute."
     Sgt. Jenny Svenson and Sgt. Rocco Ferallini met the Lieutenant in
front of his desk, wondering what this was all about.
     But Sgt. Ferallini spoke first, bursting out with, "Hey, Loot, whacha
doin' with that fag.  Huh? We don't need no fuckin' queers around here."

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