Date: Fri, 05 Jan 2018 11:39:04 -0500 From: Robbie Robot Subject: GAME, SET AND MATCH - PART THREE GAME SET AND MATCH GAME SET AND MATCH Part Three © Van T Z Boi 2018 (The usual disclaimers apply, this remains the property of the author and you do not have permission to download and post this anywhere else without the author's permission. Please remember this is just a story and keep yourself safe. If you enjoyed this then please support nifty and make a donation; without nifty you would not be able to read and enjoy such fanciful creativity and they need your financial support so you can continue to enjoy nifty stories) (HEALTH WARNING: Due to the number of comments from nifty readers you are warned that reading this material may involve the self-indulgent loss of bodily fluid. Please ensure you have a supply of water, vitamins and minerals including vitamin C, calcium, chlorine, citric acid, fructose, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, sodium, vitamin B12, and zinc to replace that which may be lost whilst reading this further chapter) (Thanks to all who have written it is nice to be appreciated, I do enjoy reading your comments and observations and suggestions and I always look forward to reading your views on this or any of my stories. Please note the new email address lostinspace1966@protonmail.com. Now please read on. Till the next Time Van T Z Boi) From Part Two Murray spun around at the sound of Serge's voice, he took in the angelic looking figure before him and felt a heavy lurch between his legs, Marcel moaned as he was the recipient of the hard thrust. Murray saw the thickening length rising from the golden curly hairs and grinned. "You've got nothing to be sorry about," he smirked and with Marcel still impaled on his cock he stepped out of the shower. Serge stood there hesitant but his gaze was still filled with the sight of the fucking teenager and the itch inside his teen pussy so recently awakened by his coach, stirred and tingled inside him. Murray reached out a wet arm and pulled the blond teen towards him Part Three Serge grunted as he felt the wet hand grab at him and pull him close to the fucking twosome, Murray's serving arm was very strong and he also felt the warm steamy dampness of their bodies still dripping with the hot shower spray plus their personal heat from their steamy coupling. Murray pulled him tight to his side and turned his head, his mouth sought the open lips of Serge's astounded mouth and he slid his tongue meaningfully inside the blonde teenager's mouth. Serge felt powerless to resist, his body was already responding to the sight of the entwined pair and now this close contact only served to flame his rising desires. Murray, balanced on his wide spread legs, managed to both thrust deeply inside Marcel's pulsing boycunt whilst kissing Serge with hot insistent passion. Serge moaned as he felt the delicate touch of Marcel's probing fingers caress his swelling teenage rod, the light stroking touches sending further waves of heated lust throughout Serge's burning body. Serge broke away from Murray's searing tongue, his lips kissed down the taut moist muscular body of his opponent, he had admired Murray when he had battled with him on court and now with his body nearly fully exposed his admiration was diverted into horny desire, he kissed at the nearest nipple, sucking the pointed hard teat and his hands moved to caress both Murray's tense backside and Marcel's satiny bubblebut. The different textures of different skins sent a further heat of lust pounding through Serge's body, `nothing I have done with Coach has been anything so exciting as this,' he thought as the new waves of desire enfolded him and brought him to a full throbbing erection. Marcel cried out as his passion blossomed once more, the shooting waves of hot lust exploding into the white heat of boyhood orgasm. Murray groaned as his cock was once more compressed with the strength of Marcel's orgasm. Abruptly he hoisted the squirming orgasming boy of his rod, he stood there holding Marcel above his throbbing teenage pole, Serge's eyes fell on the feast of dominant teenage rampant dick. Swiftly he dropped to his knees and engulfed the fat fleshy tube with more fervour than anytime with his coach but at that instant he had no desires or considerations for his coach, the throbbing cockhead in his mouth tasted of Murray's and Marcel's combined juices and the combined scents and fierce throbbing sent Serge into a frenzy of cocksucking. Murray groaned at the changed textures that serviced his dick, from Marcel's constricting boypussy to Serge's hot slurping mouth as he swallowed him and his lust levels rose higher; gently he placed Marcel on the floor before taking Serge's head between his hands to face fuck the sucking blonde hottie with desperate deepening lunges. Serge gagged at the forced shoving at his throat and he struggled to pull his head backwards. Murray despite his urgent need recognised the teenagers amateurish attempts and he pushed Serge off his dick. "On your back," he snarled lustily and Serge already trained to be obedient to his coach's commands acknowledged the same authoritative tone so he lay back pliantly on the damp tiles. Murray ignoring the hard surface of the sodden granite tiles immediately fell to his knees. He held Serge's legs open wide, gazed at the pulsing pucker surrounded by a few sparse gingery blonde hairs and ignoring the need for lubrication placed his dick at the teenager's pussy lips and shoved forward. Serge screamed, his cries echoing off the ceramic tiles as his teenpussy was invaded, the impaling teendick splitting him wider than he had known. The scream died however as Murray's initial thrusting impetus had brought him just inside Serge's pussy entrance; he balanced himself above the blonde teenager and slowly, so slowly eased his dick further inside the mounting heat of Serge's teencunt. Serge found himself moaning, whimpering sluggishly as the slow entry of Murray's long shaft send acute chilling thrills up and down his spine, `Dieter my coach has never made me feel this way,' he momentarily admitted as the waves of entry ecstasy blew all over and within him; it seemed to last an ecstatic age but at last as Serge panted and writhed, his body moving to try and suck Murray's fat dick inside him he felt the scratchy touch of the rough itchy curly hairs of Murray's pubes, followed by the gentle thwock of Murray's balls at the base of his spine. Serge groaned loudly, his mouth wide open as Murray jerked his dick inside him, the swelling rubbing against his teenbud and sending an even greater delight rushing through him. Murray took advantage of the teen's open mouth and he decisively lowered himself down, his cock twitching all the time, as he placed his lips over Serge's and tongue fucked the panting mouth. Serge reacting to the continual caressing of his passion nub sucked at the sticky tongue almost swallowing it down his throat, he was on firmer ground here and he clutched at Murray's taut torso, pulling his conqueror down harder on his writhing body. Marcel sat against the tiled wall, a warm towel draped around his shoulders; he played with his boydick as he watched Murray fuck his defeated opponent, he felt somewhat jealous but his mind thought through what was happening. His long experience of controlling and domination instances informed him that this was not the time for a threesome, he had seen Serge's teendick, it was a nice shape and he hoped it would not be too long before it also filled his boypussy, his mind imagined taking both Murray's and Serge's beautiful weapons inside him, his fingers flew along his pricklet and he shook and trembled as he had a sweet boyhood dry cum. His mouth dribbled as he anticipated the event. Serge writhed and trembled under the awesome slow fucking that Murray was giving him, teasing the teenagers pussylips by withdrawing his dick to just outside the pulsing pucker before once more sliding inside, the long sweet insertions and removals sending Serge's nerves wild with rampant lusts, `I so want more of this,' he said to himself, `why does not coach Dieter fuck like this, it is so awesome, so pleasurable, so, so. Growling he wrapped his legs across Murray's taut backside, feeling the enormous power in Murray's body and his hands crossed across Murray's muscular back as he attempted to force Murray to a faster pace. Murray gritted his teeth as he fought the urge to plunge his cock fiercely in the hot vibrating teencunt, `he is still tight and so, so hot,' he thought, `almost a virgin still,' he smirked and brought his tongue back into play. Serge sucked at the slimy tongue and reacted with his hips and his throat as Murray fucked him both with his tongue and his cock, the rhythms in synch as his tongue and dick thrust in dissolute unison. Serge more used to the fuck and plunder of Dieter's dick was swimming in heated passion as Murray taught him that there was much more pleasures to be had than just being a coach's cumdump. Instinctively his hips rose to meet the plunging dick, his throat swallowed the piercing tongue and his mind went wild as he saw the stars and comets of teenage lusty desire and absolute horniness. He writhed uncontrollably as Murray's pounding cock took on a more urgent and forceful pace, the fat cylinder pushing even deeper inside his teenage portal, making him mewl and cry with joy unbounded. Serge sensed he was close, his balls twitched and he jerked as his sperm began to shoot along his inner tubes. Murray felt the spurting as Serge's nub swelled and throbbed against his dickhead; swiftly he upped his pounding pace plunging his cock with his total bodyweight and power at the exploding orgasming blonde. Serge grunted and shook and trembled and writhed as never before as his bloated cock exploded, his sperm rocketing powerfully between their sweaty and joined bodies. "Oh God, Oh God, Oooohhhh Gggooooooddddddd," Serge blasphemed as he saw the bright novalight of cosmic climax, his brain shook with the aftershock of emotions and ebbing pleasures as his gigantic orgasm slowly subsided. Murray chuckled as he felt Serge's dick blossom, he felt the wet shots blast between them and simply fucked on. Serge grunted, his balls ached, his cockhead for a moment became desensitised as the pain pleasure started to hurt him. `what is happening?' he wondered, Dieter usually blasted just before him or just after he had ejaculated and then he would withdraw and stare at his wet and dripping teenpussy before forcing his cock between Serge's lips to clean it, `this Englishman has not cum yet, what,' his mind went into overdrive as his cock regained its feelings, his teen bud pulsed more and more and the ride commenced again. `No, no,' Serge thought and then immediately shouted out loud, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck Me! fuuuuuccccckkkkk mmmeeee!!!!" he howled as Murray brought him back into elated and hormonal lust. Once more his hips worked in conjunction with Murray's, his hands instinctively informing Murray what sort of thrusting and pace was now required. Serge glanced at Murray's eyes, he could see the determination in them, the same passion he had seen on the court as he fought Murray ball by ball now he worked with him surrendering his whole body for Murray's pleasure as he took his own delight in both pleasuring Murray and pleasing himself in the process. Murray pounded hard, `his pussy is so tight and so confining, I dominated him on the court and now I am dominating his cunt too' he grinned to himself; he thrust harder, rabbit fucking the swollen nub that made Serge's teentunnel clutch repeatedly at his spearing dick, sending chills and thrills through both of them. Murray knew he was close, but he wanted to make his opponent spurt again, harder and faster he punched the teenage pussy, Serge sprawled squirming his whole body committed and concentrated on climax. Murray felt Serge's jerk, the tell-tale indicator that he was about to explode again, swifter than ever Murray plunged powerfully and poundingly hard and potently deep as Serge shook and wailed as his dick blossomed once more, his sperms spitting between their thrusting bodies. As his climax ebbed Serge felt Murray's cock swell bigger inside him, he clutched at the thrusting body, trying to pull Murray deeper than before and was rewarded as Murray grunted, his mouth seeking Serge's as he spunked hard and heavy inside the throbbing glove that contained his rocketing dick. Murray continued to slide back and forth, slow gentle movement guaranteed to enhance his orgasm and in so doing also gave Serge pleasures he had never experienced before. `I want to do it again with him, and again and again, if everytime it can be like this,' he thought and hoped as he tenderly stroked Murray's twitching back, both his hands moving downwards to cup Murray's arse cheeks and pull at him gently, making the still stiff shaft continue pleasuring his entrance nerves as they undulated, bodies tangoing in a sensual motion. "Nice fuck," Murray lifted his head and kissed his sweaty and happily once more defeated opponent on the lips and nibbled at his chin. "Zank you," whispered Serge still feeling the dying waves of teenage joy as his desires slowly subsided. His hands crossed over Murray's back, hands gripping each other, `I don't want him to leave me, come out of me,' his mind insisted and Murray smiled sensing Serge's possessiveness; a desire he had known himself and lay pliant and accommodating, his dick gently jerking and pulsing inside the moist wet spermed teenpussy. Marcel watched and waited, his own knowledge told him that more was to cum and this time he intended his own pussy was included. Phillippe checked his reflection in the long mirror; his clean polo shirt was tight, his nipples peaking through the taut material. His green shorts were also tightfitting, his fly unbuttoned so that a flash of the tanned skin of his teendick was viewable as he walked. For the umpteenth time he wondered why the Director had requested his attendance at a meeting, normally this far into a tournament he was usually too committed to the running of the event for sole meetings; even Phillippe would also be under pressure running the various rotas; but the summons had been urgent and the time clearly defined. A final check in the mirror and he left the locker room, all boys were accounted for and the rotas listed and hung on the notice board; unless there was an emergency he was free to attend to the Director. As Phillippe approached the Director's office he met Alain Butondur, the Directors Deputy hurrying from the office. "Phillippe, you are to go straight in, he is waiting for you. I have to deal with the advertisers, something has gone wrong with the display order and they are up in arms," Alain waved a hand and hustled away. Phillippe approached the Directors office suite, the outer office door opened and Gilles the Directors secretary waved him in. "Quick, quick, he's waiting for you and don't waste his time, the advertisers are furious but for some reason he needs to speak to you urgently," Gilles almost pushed him towards the Directors office door. Phillippe opened the door and stepped inside, Pierre Longuedent, the Tournament Director was sitting at his desk. Phillippe closed the door and stepped out of his shoes, his shirt followed and then he removed his shorts, naked he stepped to stand before the desk. "Phillippe my boy," Pierre stood up and his hand snaked towards Phillippe's rising cock, he stroked the plump head and sighed, "if we had more time," he waved Phillippe around the side of the desk. Philippe padded around, Pierre was once more seated and he sat on the man's lap, he could tell by the taint exuding from Pierre's body that he was aroused. Phillippe slid his hand along Pierre's thigh and pressed gently the swelling he found there, Pierre sighed and relaxed, allowing Phillippe further access to his growing manhood. As Phillippe sought to unzip his fly he grunted and grabbed Phillippe's hand. "NO! No!" his voice was weak and he croaked but his grip was strong. Instead Phillippe stroked his own cock, it was thick and pulsing now, a bubble of precum oozed from the slit and Phillippe dipped a finger in the clear liquid and casually wiped it across Pierre's lips. Unable to help himself Pierre licked the sweet honey mixture and then shook his head, "No, no the advertisers," he gazed up at Phillippe's eyes, "I cannot leave them in Alain's hands, they will devour him," his hand moved towards Phillippe's shaft but then he pulled it back and slammed it on the table. "NO, NO!" he exclaimed, "we have to talk!" Phillippe felt he had fulfilled his contracted terms of employment, sex with the Director was a requirement, one he had enjoyed when he was younger but now Pierre was getting older, his taut body sagged somewhat in places but part of his duties was to provide boys for the circuit, boys who provided the same service and he knew Pierre enjoyed the boys plus himself as benefits of his position. He sat still but continued to caress his dick, thinking about Dimitri who would satisfy his desires if need be. Pierre cleared his throat, "The reason I summoned you is that something has come up, something that the Board of Directors feels your known talents would be wanted for and put to good use. As you known the Board is very pleased with your progress, this is as you are aware your final tournament, the next scheduled major event is booked when you would normally have left our employ due to your age." Philippe perked his ears up, `had the Board found a way to retain him, he had put the word around about his planned availability but so far nothing had come up, no firm offers had been made. Pierre continued, "The Board has entered into an agreement with the Papaboys organisation," Phillippe sat up, he knew about Papaboys, he had seen their Stallions troupe in action and recalled the fuck action of the impressive boys, his cock swelled and drooled as he recalled some of what he had seen. "Papaboys wish to mount particular exhibition events for their clients, due to our weather conditions they feel that this facility would be best suited as they wish to ensure good weather for their clients. As such we will need an experienced team to manage these very private affairs, the provision of suitably trained boys being a must for the venture; the Board have decided therefore, because of your success to date in procuring and training excellent ballboys," Pierre smiled and stroked Phillippe's cock, Phillippe's own hand had stalled as he concentrated on Pierre's words, "The Board want to create the position of Tournament Supervisor, expressly for the Papaboys events; someone who will look after what you currently do, the position is well paid, it is a permanent position and there is no age restriction on the post. The Board feel that you are the obvious candidate and if the trail event is a success then the job will be yours." Phillippe's mouth fell open. "You mean I can carry on as a different sort of BallBoy captain?" Phillippe's mind whirled. "Yes of course and the job will continue to the length of the contract. I should also explain that if you prove as useful to the Papboys organisation as you have to us then there may be other opportunities, they are extending their Stallions troupe and wishing to expand the business across Europe." Pierre felt Phillippe's cock swell and his hand squeezed the wet shaft. "I can see a great future for you as you age; if you wish to stay in the boy business, you certainly have a talent for selecting suitable delectable boys who are willing and proficient and the Board of Directors have been very pleased with your selection for this tournament; this then is why they wish to offer you the proposed position as Papaboys have set certain conditions, ones as I have said are appropriate to your talents." Phillippe listed with ears and eyes agog as Pierre outlined the conditions. His mind went into overdrive and his teenage dick swelled and pulsed as he imagined the scenes so proposed actually happening on court. "As I stated the important elements are that all ballboys and line judges must be prepubescent, they can be any age but they must not be able to sperm. The only person allowed on court who can produce sperm will be the umpire but he has to be under eighteen years of age and he must be able to perform to an audience." Pierre gazed at Phillippe, he too was very much aroused by the prospect of holding such a tournament as suggested by Papaboys; the initial costs could be high but profits would be more than considerable. His base desire flared as he observed Phillippe's own state of arousal, the teenagers pointed teats, browned by the sun gleamed with vigour and his taut torso was tense with evident graphic lust, `the boys cock looks magnificent,' he thought as the drooling precum cascaded down the shiny shaft. Pierre reached out a hand to stoke the pulsing teenage rod. Phillippe groaned as Pierre's touch excited him even more. "I assume you will accept the position," it was not a question. "Yes! Oh yes, sir," Phillippe's head nodded vigorously, his dick bobbing at the same time. He leaned back and stroked it, he needed to deal with his horny elevated lust now, immediately; he smiled broadly at Pierre, "I can think of one way of celebrating," he smirked, "one with many positions," he fluttered his eyelashes and seductively eased his foreskin down to expose precum glittering glans. He watched Pierre's eyes widen and flash with reflected lust. "Bugger the advertisers!" Pierre's tone was throaty and heavy, "let's fuck," he cuddled Phillippe's heavy balls, sensing the squirming sperms seeking release. His own balls echoed the state of Phillippe's, he could sense them squiggling with hungry dissolute desire and the need to breed. Phillippe accepted his state of arousal meant that he was eyeing at the Director with hormonal impetuousness, his teenage wants and desires rampaged through him, buoyed up by the fanciful images his mind had conceived regarding the expectations of the proposed tournament. He needed a release so his mind could work out the practicalities and he felt his balls quiver in anticipation. He stood up to assist Pierre with the removal of his clothes, the suit jacket was thrown across the room to the chair opposite the desk, his shirt and tie followed in quick succession. Phillippe stroked the hairy chest, noting the extra grey hairs that had begun to appear, he fingered the man nubs, the split teats pointing and becoming hard as he felt them. Pierre stepped out of his shoes as Phillippe worked his hands down to his trousers, the snap as his zipper was sprung open, forced by his rampant erection echoed inside the room. Pierre stepped out of his trousers which had flopped to the floor, he instinctively held in his stomach, he was aware of the ageing plumpness that was growing about his waist; his cock jerked heavily as he did so. He smiled at Phillippe, the boy grinning in anticipation. He lurched at the teenager but Phillipe moved out of reach. "Socks!" he demanded. Pierre looked down, his fat feet were still encased in the tightly woven lycra socks he had specially made for him, reluctantly he eased them off knowing the material was subject to splitting if moved to roughly. Naked his plump feet spread to balance his body he stood with his hands on his hips, still holding his breath to tighten his stomach and his cock jutted out, a dribble of his precum fell to the floor. "Now?" he leered at the teenager. Phillippe had to stifle the sudden need to laugh, the Director imposing in his tailor made suit and clothes now looked slightly ridiculous. He gently poked Pierre in the stomach just below the belly button, Pierre gasped and his waist dropped and sagged as he gave in and breathed, his body slumping into normality. "That's more like," Phillippe giggled, "that's the Pierre, the Director that I recall." Pierre grinned back, `He is so beautiful,' he thought, his eyes drawn to the fat cock that stood prouder than his own. Phillippe made Pierre come to him, the slight step forward brining him close, Pierre could taste and inhale Phillippe's hormonal scent, the musk heavy aroma enflamed him even more and he clasped the teenager between his arms, his lips seeking the red lips that tantalised him. Phillippe held his mouth shut just enough to enrage Pierre before allowing his tongue access. Pierre kissed voluptuously, his tongue ravaging Phillippe's mouth, the scent and taste of the boy sending more lustful desire running rampant through his body. He caught sight of them in the mirror on the wall, `I look ridiculous,' he told himself, the plump figure enclosing the lithe teenager's body; he watched as their pricks rubbed against each other, sliming precum all over each other's shaft and stomach, the vision further invigorated Pierre's desires and he clung even tighter to Phillippe, moving him away from the off putting view reflected in the unforgiving mirror. The two of them stood there, lost in their needs as their mouth and tongues duelled, Pierre sucking the tip of Philippe's tongue before Phillippe did the same to him, hands were touching, smoothing stroking, massaging everywhere and the potent images in Pierre's mind concerning what was going to happen on the courts in full view of the audience turned his knees to jelly and he staggered off balance, nearly taking Phillppe with him, their clasping groping broke away. Pierre gestured to the desk, the supple leather top concealed the stuffing below which made sex on the desk a comfortable experience, was cleared of the impedimenta, a draw pulled out to the side so all objects could be disposed of instantly. His office `bed' now ready Pierre removed the cushion from his chair, the leather covering matching the desktop, he placed it on the edge of the desk and both moved towards it. Again they embraced, their kisses laden with lusting passion, their hands concentrating on wet shafts and sticky foreskins and heavy squirming and sperm filled balls. Once more their tongues and lips fought and lost the kissing battle. Pierre felt his desire rising uncontrollably, he needed to move quickly or he would ejaculate before he could fuck his Ball Boy Captain. Pierre broke off the kiss and held Phillippe tight in his arms. "We celebrate your promotion with a good fuck, yes?" he smirked, leering at the teenager. Already he could see Phillipe spread before him, in his mind he thought about first of all the boy pussy then the teenager pussy opening before him as he stuck his dick inside the hot hole. Phillippe had been an excellent ballboy before he rose to become Captain, the dazzling array of beautiful and accessible boys he had provided over the years a statement to his reputation. He leaned forward to suckle at each of Phillippe's teats in turn, nipping the hard nubs with his lips, Phillippe groaning as the rough nipping sent further paroxysms of pleasure rise within his body. He too felt the need dominant in his balls, the youthful seeds demanding pleasurable release. Pierre clutched at Phillippe, he felt the need to dominate the teenager, the scents and aromas of their respective lustings flooded the air around them, both inhaled the mixed textures of musk laden perfumes, each absorbing the taste and smell of rutting rooster like cocks. Phillippe caught Pierre's arms, he felt strong with raging hormonal powered want. "We fuck," Pierre demanded, he would not be denied and yet he relished the defensive strength of his teenage protagonist, the boy's cock as it pulsed was prominent in his gaze, `so beautiful, so proud, so strong it has grown since I first fucked him when he was, what? His mind was sent in anther direction as he tried to recall how old Phillippe had been that first season, `Oh yes, eight, eight young and vulnerable years old and by the end of the wto weeks he had been a sought after slut,' Pierre's mind was in the gutter and he lunged at Phillippe. "Now, we will fuck now," he cried lunging at the teenager. Phillippe leaned slightly back, the lunge lost its direction and his foot curled around Pierre's ankle. Pierre off balance found himself falling, the desk held and he reached out a hand to steady himself, Phillippe caught the reaching arm and using his weight he caused Pierre to drop backwards, the carefully positioned leather cushion on the desk first of all cushioning his fall and then as he continued to be unbalanced, the cushion assisted in opening his legs. Quick as a flash Phillippe stood between the spread legs of the Director, he could see Pierre's mancunt, the grey haired hairy lips puckering and pulsing. Pierre confused stared up, prostrate on his own desk, the cushion underneath his flailing legs. His eyes were again drawn to the powerful sight of Phillippe's throbbing fuckpole, a drool of precum splattered down, down on the soft leather cushion. "Now we fuck!" Phillippe crowed and Pierre gurgled and swallowed helplessly. End of Part Three To Be Continued...????????????????? (Oh Phillippe are you really going to celebrate your new position with a new one of your own! Is the Director going to fire Phillippe or will he be fired up instead? Will Marcel engage in his double penetration or is it all over for Game, Set and Match!! Well then you know what to do, if you do want to read more about this sort of tennis love all and really want me to continue this story then you have to write and tell me or this could really be match abandoned. Don't forget if you like this then I have plenty more stories to whet your appetite, just look me up on nifty's prolific authors listing ( https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authorslist.html scroll down to V for Van T Z Boi ) . Please also remember to make a different deposit in nifty's coffers for without them you would not be able to enjoy this and further chapters. All the best, Van T Z Boi) (In response to all those who are interested; the Lost/Rejected stories are still undergoing editing and once they have been posted I will announce the link. The good news is that good ole' nifty have provided copies of `Detained at Daddies' and `Mummy Said' from their records so now I have recovered all the missing stories, so mucho thanks nifty. Sorry I can't be more forthcoming at this time as to when I will be able to post them but please watch this space. Van T Z Boi)