Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2007 17:28:47 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Getting Kicked Out of the House-Part 4

The following is a work of erotic fiction involving an underage boy. And
an older gentleman. If it is illegal to read this in your present place
of residence, then please don't. It hardly seems necessary to mention how
one should also not read this if one finds such material to be offensive,
but I guess I will anyway. Except I think I already have. So OK then.


Having just left Elvis back at the campsite and Mark at the edge of the
highway, our hero starts thumbing again. He almost wants to postpone his
trip for just a LITTLE while, but realizes it could get a bit
complicated, so off he goes. AND...


                   Getting Kicked Out of the House-Part 4
                               Doohickeys


Not more than fifteen minutes later I was picked up by ANOTHER one. Only
at first I didn't have any IDEA the old man was gay. He was about
seventy. He had white hair and a neatly trimmed white mustache. I guess
he was about six feet tall and smoked a pipe. And of course right off he
wondered if I knew how dangerous it was to be thumbing these days,
especially being as young as I was.

So when I told him I was thumbing to Minneapolis and I'd already hitched
all the way from LA he was fairly amazed. And naturally he noted that I
was traveling pretty light. So I told him how my backpack had been stolen
one night. I was sleeping under an underpass and I woke up and it was
just gone, that's all.

"Well, you're fortunate something much worse didn't happen" he said.

"Yeah, I know" I replied, "but up to now I guess I've been pretty lucky."

"I suppose you have at that, but you really shouldn't be thumbing like
this, you know."

I grinned tentatively and shrugged. "Well, I don't have too much choice,
you know? And it sure beats walking!"

He said he guessed I was right about that, then he asked me if I was
tired. Which I was. I was just about exhausted and was having trouble
keeping my eyes open. So when he said he was going as far as Opelika and
didn't mind if I dozed off, I did and I must've REALLY been wiped out
because I was out like a light, I mean nothing short of a wreck was going
to wake me up. Normally I can sleep in a car, but not too good and the
least little thing wakes me up, but this time I didn't wake up until he
ran off the road into a ditch and THAT jarred me awake with a start. It
wasn't a real serious wreck though, and he soon backed out and we
continued on without anybody ever knowing about it.

Well, earlier when I was first talking to him I hadn't even HINTED that I
knew all about what could happen when you thumbed because like I said, he
seemed like a nice old man. A grandfatherly type. So I wasn't going to
let on about ANYthing, but then I woke up with a start and soon as I
figured out that we hadn't had a SERIOUS wreck, I discovered all I had on
was my seat belt, I mean everything else had just up and disappeared.
Even my shoes! I was surprised. "Damn!" I said, "What happened? Did we
run into a ditch?"

"I probably owe you an explanation" said the old man.

I asked, "You think we're stuck, or do you think you can back out OK?"

He was quite flustered. "You looked so beautiful sleeping, I'm afraid I
just couldn't resist. Now you probably think I'm as bad as all the
others" he said.

"Shit. I don't care" I said, "I AM sort of curious to know what HAPPENED
to my stuff though. You didn't throw it OUT, did you?" Meanwhile I could
feel my penis rising again. Like a draw bridge. Maybe I caught satyriasis
from Elvis, I don't know.

"Oh no, of course not" he answered quickly, "they WERE in the floorboard
right at your feet... Oh! Well of course! I was so flustered... and I
still am for that matter... they MUST be under the seat now!"

"Well, I'm sure glad to hear THAT" I said. I looked down at myself (it
was straight up again) then seemingly paying it no mind, I unbuckled
myself and got down into floorboard with my back to him and began peering
beneath the car seat. "Well, I see one shoe, but I don't see anything
else" I said.

Once again he couldn't resist and reached over and felt momentarily down
between my legs. His hand was shaking, but he HAD to feel my boner. Then
he withdrew his hand and I heard him unsnapping his seat belt and moving
about while I was on my stomach retrieving my shoe, and soon I spotted
the other along with my shorts in the back floorboard. Sam retrieved them
for me even as I was dragging out the shoe lodged under the seat. (He
introduced himself later.) But once he'd retrieved the rest of my stuff
he started rubbing my butt. He said, "You are an absolute doll, do you
realize that?", then regretfully, "But I suppose you should get dressed
under the circumstances... I must be getting senile in my old age to find
myself in such a predicament" and he withdrew his hand and asked me if I
was about to get it. My shoe, you know.

"Yeah" I said, then once I had it I climbed back into my seat. "Although
I think I like good looking more than doll, you know?"

Sam laughed nervously (he really had a nice laugh) and asked, "You don't
mind if I pull your things back on you, do you? I pulled them off I'm
afraid, so the least I can do is pull them back on" and this he did and
managed to feel me off a little more in the process. Apparently he was
about as bad off as Elvis. He was peering intently up into my shorts even
as he was fumbling around putting my shoes back on. And he said I had
nice feet too. But aside from one last quick playful grab up into my
shorts he didn't mess with me any more while in the car. Except for a
quick pit stop do be discussed later. No, once into the ditch was enough
for him he said, so he'd simply HAVE to keep his eyes on the road and he
certainly hoped I didn't try to distract him any more until we got there.
Then he asked if I WANTED to go home with him. I could catch some
shut-eye, then later if it was all right with me he would play with my
doohickey and he'd pay me.

"How much?" I asked.

"Twenty dollars sound all right? You're getting free room and board for a
night or two... And I'll put you on a bus in Opelika. That sound all
right to you?"

"What? To Minneapolis?"

"That's where you're going, isn't it?"

"You're paying for the bus ticket?"

"Yes, I am. Plus twenty dollars. So is it a deal?"

"Well, sure" I said. So after backing out of the ditch, we continued on
with no further complications.

"But perhaps until we get to my place you should stay awake" he added as
we hit the road again, "I mean you are SO beautiful when you're asleep,
you realize that?"

"I don't know" I said, "I ain't ever seen myself asleep."

"So I'll take some shots of you after awhile, is that OK with you?"

"Long as it's not flashing in my eyes, I don't care."

"Oh, you'll never know I'm around. And if I disturb you, why, I'll stop.
So that's all right?"

"Yeah, I guess so" I said.

"By the way, you can just call me Sam if you'd like. And your name is..."

"J.J."

"Nice to meet you, J.J."

"Nice to meet you too" I said.

"You remind me SO much of a boy I once knew, it's uncanny" he said.

Well, if I couldn't sleep, then I guessed it might be interesting hearing
about him. So I asked, "What was your friend's name?"

"Neil. I'll never forget him."

"So how old is he now?"

"Neil? Oh, if he's still among the living, he should be... I BELIEVE his
birthday was in September... it's been so long... but I BELIEVE his
birthday was September 4th... Which would make him seventy-five. An old
fossil, just like me. But it hardly seems so long ago. Much sooner than
you can imagine now, you'll be wondering how the years could have
POSSIBLY gone by so quickly... But Neil, Neil, Neil. It doesn't seem so
long ago. There are times when it really doesn't" he mused.

"So I remind you of him, huh?"

"You don't mind an old man recalling his youth, do you?"

"No sir. I think I'd LIKE to hear about it" I said, "How old was he when
you first met him? What did y'all do? I'd LIKE to hear about it. I mean,
if you don't care, I would."

"Well, it was back in the early 30s, during the depression. Compared to
some we were fairly fortunate, but even so, it was difficult making ends
meet sometimes. The Kings moved next door to us when I was fifteen. Mr.
King almost never ventured out of that house for as long as I knew them.
He had been a banker and until the depression hit, they had been fairly
well off by Montgomery standards, but... well, you probably would be
bored with all the background, so I'll dispense with that. Probably to
your relief, eh?"

"That depends on how long it's going to take us to get to your place" I
said.

Sam laughed heartily (no sarcasm intended; I really liked hearing him
laugh) and then he said, "Oh, a little less than an hour, which possibly
would be enough time to give you the unabridged story, but I'll just say
that from the very beginning I found Neil a wonderfully tragic figure. Or
perhaps ROMANTICALLY tragic would be more accurate.  ...Am I talking over
your head a little? If I am, please let me know. Am I?"

"No, I think I know what you're talking about so far" I said. "But when
you first knew Neil, how old was he?"

"Not quite thirteen. He was a beautiful child. Although I never would
admit it to myself at the time, from the first day I saw him I was
hopelessly in love. At first I was really intimidated by him, but much to
my everlasting gratitude he was a very loving child. Very outgoing and in
all probability starved for affection. The other kids in our neighborhood
would have nothing to do with him; he was uppity they said; but I loved
him nearly from the first day. But I'm STILL rambling, am I not?"

"Maybe a little" I allowed.

"Then I suppose it's time I cut to the chase then. I think it was about
two weeks after I first met him; during the summer. One hot sultry day,
he asked if I would like to go swimming with him at the city pool. He had
some money from mowing lawns and he'd pay my way in. Back in those days
it cost a dime, but that was more money than I could spare, believe it or
not. I actually was somewhat reluctant because I was terribly shy at that
time, but finally he was able to talk me into it. We wore our trunks
under our clothes and walked over and believe me, after walking four
miles, the water felt wonderful and I was almost able to forget my
shyness.

"Why were you shy?" I interrupted.

"Oh, I suppose like a lot of adolescents, I thought I was a bit ugly. I
was at an awkward age, skinny as a rail and embarrassed by the changes
going on, you understand? It took me a long time to outgrow that feeling,
and if anything being with Neil that day only heightened my feelings of
inferiority because he looked so utterly perfect to me."

"And you say I remind you of him?"

"Yes you do."

"Shit. I always thought I was a scrawny little runt."

"Some might say so, and Neil was a frail, sickly child I suppose, but to
me he was absolutely beautiful. You don't mind my saying that, do you?"

"No, I don't MIND, but... well OK, so what happened anyway?"

"I was getting to that. Believe me, eventually I was. And perhaps now is
as good a time as any. So after we swam, we walked back and sat on his
back porch. In those days most swimming trunks were horrid, baggy boxer
types. I know I looked utterly ridiculous; at least that's how I felt;
but when Neil stripped back down to his trunks and wondered why I didn't
do the same; I HAD to be about to burn up he said; I did. I was very
self-conscious, but I did and we were sitting at the top of the steps
talking about nothing much in particular. I was facing him. I recall his
trunks were bright red. They were a little loose on him and all at once I
could see his little doohickey peeking out at me. This was in the summer
of 32, but I can still recall it as though it was only yesterday... And
YOUR little doohickey looks much the same as his did at that time. But I
was rather surprised the length of yours. Do you mind my asking how long
it gets?"

"Just five and a quarter inches is all. And well, you know, it's still
pretty skinny, so I guess it looks kind of weird-"

"Oh, I'm sure it'll get bigger soon enough."

"Well, I HOPE so. ... But... well, anyway... I mean you're saying you saw
his... doohickey and that's IT?"

"Well, at least for awhile that was all. I was too afraid of losing him
as a friend. But as we became closer he often spent the night with me.
His mother worked nights and often his father would be in one of his
moods, so as the summer wore on he began to spend the night with me more
often than not. But that first time he asked, I was almost beside myself!
And if my parents had for some reason decided that it wasn't a good idea,
I'm not sure WHAT I would have done, but I... well, a few days before I'd
gone over to his place early in the morning and I had to wake him. Well,
much to my surprise, when he climbed out of bed, I discovered he slept in
the nude! And at that time I'd never before seen him completely naked.
And now he was asking to spend the night! And you must understand that I
only had one bed in my room. Actually, I came to find out that he NEVER
bothered with underwear in the summer months, which in 32 wasn't really
THAT unusual, but I DID think it was unusual for a banker's son. Even for
a FAILED banker's son. But at any rate, once I discovered NEIL didn't
bother with underwear, I discarded mine as well, although each morning I
did go to great pains to wrinkle up a pair so my mother would THINK I
wore them. I suppose she might have wondered why my underwear was
suddenly so CLEAN, but if she did, she never mentioned it."

"So you and Neil both slept in bed naked, huh?"

"Oh yes. That first night I was very nervous, but you see, I wanted only
to make sure HE slept in the raw; I thought perhaps being a guest he
would think it only proper to wear underwear to bed, so with that in mind
I simply acted as though I always slept nude myself. That first night I
was TERRIBLY nervous though, because he'd never seen me naked you see, so
I hoped he didn't find me repulsive. Only he never made any comment about
it at all, except I recall once he remarked about how hairy I was. And
compared to him I was. It's very curious, but I think he was envious of
me and I likewise was envious of him, but for opposite reasons."

"So what did you guys end up doing?"

"That summer, beyond a bit of wrestling in bed, nothing whatsoever. You
see, I was afraid to. I was afraid of losing him... But eventually I was
to lose him anyway. After that summer he had to live with some relatives
down in Mobile and I wasn't to see him again for almost three years. I
certainly didn't forget him, but I'd almost put him out of my mind when
one afternoon when I got in from work, my mother said he'd been by
earlier and he'd try to see me that evening.

He hadn't changed much, at least not from first appearances. He was a
little taller but otherwise he had changed very little. He was only going
to be home that weekend. Which of course I was sorry to hear; especially
since it was Saturday night THEN, but I put on a brave face and asked if
he'd like to go swimming with me the next day. Sort of like old times, I
said. I was only off on Sunday, you see. Well, he said that would be
great, so around ten Sunday morning we took off in my Model T Ford. I
paid $40 for it. And we didn't go to the city pool; it was closed on
Sundays; but instead to a place out of town a ways. An old swimming hole.
I certainly would have preferred skinny dipping, but we wore our trunks
because you never could tell when a mixed group might show up. But that
morning we had the place all to ourselves. So we changed into our trunks
in the front seat and of course he HAD changed in yet another respect;
he'd reached puberty. Although from looking at him I'd say that he'd only
recently started. And true, that would've made him a rather late
developer, but back then I believe on the average we started a little
later than kids do today. At any rate, I thought he looked very nice. A
bit of an understatement. He looked GORGEOUS. I don't suppose his
doohickey was anything more than just average, but then size has never
been a great concern to me. He had a lovely light brown bush. But at any
rate, once in the water we merely swam awhile, but as I climbing out up
onto the bank he playfully pulled my trunks down. So needless to say,
first chance I got, I returned the favor, in fact, I pulled his off
entirely. We were thrashing about in the water and I recall my hand
briefly brushing up against his doohickey and his bush and what a rush
that was. That IS what you kids call a quick thrill these days, isn't
it?"

"What, a rush? Yeah, sometimes", and I started to tell him I knew almost
EXACTLY how he'd felt, but as he seemed anxious to continue with his
tale, I decided I'd wait till later. Although I did have a question which
I asked right away, and as it turned out, that didn't detract from his
telling the story, it was a good question. He said it was.

I asked him, "You mean all the times you slept with Neil that summer and
wrestling with him and all and you hadn't ever felt it before?"

"That's a good question I suppose. And yes, I HAD felt it fleetingly at
times. Once I even grabbed it. Only he immediately latched onto my bush
and almost pulled it out by it's roots. And he also said I'd better cut
it out, so naturally I let go of it pronto."

"He didn't get mad about it, did he?"

"No, I don't think he really did. At the time of course I was afraid he
WAS, oh, I was TERRIFIED, but in retrospect I believe he was only
playing."

"Did you ever feel him hard? That summer, I mean."

"Occasionally when we were waking, but never for more than an instant and
nothing ever came of it."

"Well, did he ever feel YOU hard?... That's the last question I'm going
to ask for awhile, ok?"

Sam mused, "Did he ever feel ME hard? Oh my yes. In fact he might have
thought it was my natural state, but again nothing came of it, in fact,
he never mentioned it at all. And at any rate, we didn't ALWAYS wrestle,
sometimes we simply went to sleep. Believe it or not."

"So you were saying you pulled his trunks off. So what happened after
that?"

"Well, what happened is I got scared, so I simply gave them back to him
and sternly warned him he'd best leave my trunks alone unless he wanted
to walk back to town naked. Honestly, I was shaking all over, so I was
relieved he DIDN'T bother me in that way again. Even if I was also
disappointed."

"Hey, I just thought of something. Like the very first time you and him
slept together, when you undressed, did you have a boner?"

"You SAID you weren't going to ask any more questions for awhile."

"Well, I was just wondering is all. Did you?"

"Yes I did. I kept my back to him the whole time and when I climbed into
bed I lay on my stomach until he finally drifted off to sleep. I thought
it was NEVER going down. Which is PRECISELY why I was so scared that
morning."

"So nothing ever really happened with Neil, huh?"

"I didn't say that."

"Oh... So OK, what DID happen?"

"Well, if you don't have any additional questions for awhile, I'll tell
you. Is that OK by you?"

"Well, I was just curious is all... So OK, what happened?"

"We swam for awhile longer, my erection subsided at last, then we sat on
the bank and talked about old times and how our lives had progressed
since, then we went back to my jalopy, pulled our trunks off and sitting
up front, we were drying ourselves. Fortunately I no longer had an
erection; or at least that was how I felt about the situation at that
moment; and I also recall thinking that it was a miracle I WASN'T erect.
He looked so gorgeous, I simply couldn't keep my eyes off of him. I
noticed he had some sand on his hip, so I reached over and simply was
brushing it off when he playfully reached over and grabbed me. Between my
legs. So I grabbed back; I intended to only for an instant; but so help
me, I couldn't pull my hand away, not even when I felt him getting hard.
And of course it goes without saying that I was getting very hard myself,
but I couldn't pull my hand AWAY! Was I frightened? Oh my yes! But then
Neil again put his hand between my legs, and this time he was rubbing me.
I was just sitting there, almost frozen, but my hand was still latched on
to his erection.

Then; I'll never forget it; he said he was going to show me something,
and he quickly leaned over and suddenly he had it in his mouth. I simply
couldn't believe what was happening; I had never even IMAGINED it before.
Never. Nowadays it seems as though most ten-year-olds know more in that
area than I knew at eighteen but for a few moments I was simply STUNNED.
And I didn't; I COULD not try to stop him, not even when I felt it
coming. I felt as though I SHOULD, but I didn't. It was almost like I was
in a dream. Although I had never had a dream quite like THAT. And when I
felt it building I couldn't help myself, I was rubbing between his legs
for all I was worth. And when I came it seemed as though I would NEVER
stop spurting.

But finally it was over and he pulled away and looked up at me and he
asked, `So you like that?' Those were his exact words. And I could only
nod my head dumbly in reply. For a moment I was almost limp... I believe
I was still in shock. I KNOW I was.

Then he asked, `Well, are you going to leave me hanging, or what?'

At that point I think I managed to whisper something like `Oh Neil', and
then it seems as though I made some inane remark about how I probably
wouldn't be able to do it as well as he did, but I returned the favor.
Two times at least; it may have been more than that, but I really WAS in
a daze; I came very close to gagging.

Neil was rubbing the back of my head and he said I didn't HAVE to do it
if I didn't want to, but I looked up at him and told him I was GOING to.
Even if it killed me. I didn't SAY `if it killed me', but I'd say at the
time that was a fairly accurate summation of how I felt. Because I felt
as though I was doing something terribly wrong, something quite possibly
irreversible, but I HAD to. At that moment I certainly didn't think I was
one of THOSE people, nor for that matter did I think Neil was. Not NEIL,
he COULDN'T be. You know, at the time I honestly looked at it as
almost... well, like it was some strange blood brother ritual, you
understand? The sort of thing boys often do, except in our case it went
much, much further. It was something no one else could EVER know about,
you see. That is PRECISELY how I looked at it. And oh my, I gave it my
all! He finally had to tell me I was trying to take too much in, just the
HEAD was all I REALLY needed to worry about. So at last I gave in, and
you know, it really did work out much better for both of us. And he was
kind enough to mention that I also didn't HAVE to swallow it, but on that
subject I was determined I would and I did. I'd never considered how it
would taste, but my assumption was that it would be fairly awful, only it
wasn't.

I came to find out he'd been doing that almost from the time he'd moved
down to Mobile. First with his cousin, he said. I was astounded. And it
goes without saying that I was also very let down, and of course I asked
him why in that case he'd never let me in on it that summer he was living
next door. I forget exactly what I stammered but whatever it was, it was
to the effect that he surely hadn't ACTED like he wanted to do anything
even CLOSE to that. And I recall him saying, `Oh, I know. But what I SAID
and what I WANTED were two different things entirely.'

And he also casually mentioned he was going to Detroit with his cousin.
Apparently within a week's time. Which I suppose he did. Whatever, I
never saw him again after that afternoon. I really have no idea what
happened to him. None whatsoever."

And then a sort of uncomfortable silence settled in for a bit. So all at
once I was wondering if maybe I wasn't in a little over my head. Maybe he
really thought I WAS Neil. Stuff like that happens in movies you know,
and usually when it finally dawns on the crazy person that the object of
his affection really ISN'T who he thought he was, it doesn't work out too
good for the other person involved. If you know what I mean. But I
figured I ought to say something about it, so after a little bit I
offered, "Well, I'm sorry things didn't work out for you. I mean Neil
sounds like a really cool guy."

Sam laughed and said, "Oh, he definitely was that, but hells bells, that
was over sixty years ago. I got over it eventually. You reminded me of
him, that's probably the only reason I even thought of it. It's been an
awfully long time." And possibly at that point I looked slightly
relieved, because he added, "I didn't mean to lay such a heavy trip on
you. Did I?"

"Well, it WAS starting to sound a little like some kind of ghost story" I
admitted.

"Well, I imagine Neil came out all right and so did I for the most part"
he said.

That worry being taken care of, I asked him if it was all right to stop
so I could go out into the woods and take a quick pee.

He wondered, "Do you really need to go bad?"

"Yeah, pretty bad" I allowed. And that was true enough. I starting to
squirm a bit.

"Wonderful. Do you mind if I go with you?"

By now I've done a lot of things with strangers, but being able to pee
around them is one I still have trouble with. "I'm not sure if you're
around I CAN" I said. "I mean, I don't know, sometimes it just doesn't
want to."

"Oh, I understand. When I was your age, I was like that myself. So do you
suppose you can wait a little longer? If you absolutely HAVE to go, then
we'll stop, but if not, could you wait just a bit?"

Oh. WATER sports. Damn, Sam really IS a dirty old man. But I hadn't ever
done that before, so I said OK, I'd try.

"Do you drink coffee? There's a thermos in the back seat and you should
find a clean cup in the glove compartment."

"Got any sugar?" (Yes he did. In the glove compartment.)

Perversity is VERY interesting. So OK, I drank a cup right down and was
sipping on a second. I was going to hold out for as long as I possibly
could. And sometimes I get a thrill out of wetting my pants even. At
least it's a thrill while you're doing it, but the after effects have
always left something to be desired. Clammy comes to mind.

So I guessed I'd rather NOT wet my shorts. Only a short while later all
at once I had to go REALLY bad. I couldn't even sit still. It looked like
I'd overdone it, because I really didn't think I could MAKE it out into
the woods.

So I told him, "Sam, right now I've got to go so bad, I don't think I can
HOLD - it until I even - get - OUT! I'm sorry, - but I really don't
think- I - CAN!"

And I could sense that he was getting VERY excited. "Well, just hold
yourself until I can pull off on the shoulder here, all right?"

So I grabbed myself and held on for dear life.

He pulled off the highway in a shower of gravel and lurched to a stop.
Good thing I was holding myself, else that would have done it right then
and there. He hurriedly unbuckled and said, "Now just be calm, J.J. I'm
going to pull your shorts down, and then we'll take care of it. Just be
calm."

So it's a Florence Nightingale fixation or something. It simply had to be
done, that's all. He quickly pulled my shorts down and said, "Now just
point it into my mouth and then let go, I'll take care of the rest. Can
you do that, J.J.?"

"I'll - try" I said.

How in the WORLD he managed to swallow all that without any leakage is
beyond me, but he did it all right. And nope, I sure didn't have any
trouble getting a stream started. I peed like a race horse. Not much of
an erotic thrill, just relief. A most WONDERFUL feeling of relief.

Well OK, that and amazement. And he kept sucking on it. So of course I
started getting hard in a HURRY.

He pulled away for a second, and without looking up asked, "Can you cum
yet J.J?"

"Oh yes SIR!" I replied.

"Feel like you're getting pretty close?"

"VERY close."

Well, it took me a LITTLE longer than it took to pee, but not all THAT
much longer, as he was very talented. Had me bucking up and down and
pretty soon I was going, "Oh shit. Oh shit" and all that and then all at
once KaBLEWY!

Then he quickly pulled my shorts back up, thanked me for a wonderful
thrill and we were on our way again. Bitter and sweet said Sam.



Originally my adventures with Sam would have run close to 60k. Which I
decided was a bit long, so I've decided to cut it into 2 installments. I
think his reminiscing should get a bit more steamy in what will now be
part 5. But of course what was originally going to be part 5 (the doozy)
will now be part SIX.

Well, I HOPE it's a doozy, anyway. But I'm also hoping part 5 will be
good and I hope part 4 was at least interesting.

Please advise.

jjjanicki@gmail.com