Date: Thu, 28 Oct 2010 23:19:46 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Lambda Psi 10

Lambda Psi
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.come)


Ten:  Other Loves and Lovers


"Not so fast.  You don't want to be stuck with a 14 year old's body for
ever.  You also have some living and a lot of education ahead.  Besides it
does not quite work that way.  For now you can be an assistant Apollo and
when you are ready, say 24 or 25 you can become an apprentice.

Now I moved and kissed him.  He had been kissed by priests many times
before but this time was almost as his first.  The boy's body shuddered and
I could feel the waves of passion and desire coursing thought his body.  It
only took seconds for us to shed our meager clothing.  We both wanted sex
but more then that we wanted to make love to each other.  We wanted to
share passion and satisfaction.

I had come to appreciate and to love boys.  I did not start out that way.
I had and have strong feelings for boys and young men probably always will.
This was different, it was romantic love.  I know it was not just lust for
that could and would be easily satisfied.  We both knew this.  We also both
had lovers in our lives. I have Apollo and had for a long time.  Myron his
mentor and a couple of boys in his chapter.  This was different and beyond
our understanding.  Myron was young so he is not expected to understand, I
am older and I expect myself to.

He was certainly old enough to plant wondrous kisses on my lips and every
other part of my body.  He was certainly old enough to receive and react to
my kisses in reply.  We writhed on the bed for some time exploring each
others bodies and probing each others reactions.  My phallus was of
specific interest to Myron.  This is beyond the interest of all males for
all other male genitals.  Myron began to worship mine with his hands, lips
and tongue.  Kissing, licking, sucking every square inch of its surface.
(about 125 square inches)

I was not just idol and returned his interest with my own, making sure to
ream his anus well in preparation for what was to surely follow.  Once
completely charged up he lubed my erection and with my assistance lowered
himself.  Impaling his boyish, tall for his age, body on my 14" pole.  I
picked him up still engaged and moved to the little sofa sitting down and
having him turn around so his back was to my face.  The action of rotation
was sufficient stimulus to initiate his first ejaculation of the day.  I
managed to catch it in my hand and lick clean every drop.

I always enjoy the boy superior position as I can fondle his body while he
fucks himself or I fuck him or we do it in combination.  That said I enjoy
about every other conceivable position to males can take while fornicating.
We proceeded to test a goodly number of them until I exploded into his
bowel.  This was almost to much for my young lover.  He shuddered in
response to the ejaculate and passed out.  I carried him to the bed and we
both took a nap.  Oh, he also fucked me several time that afternoon and
evening.

Right after dinner Idouma and Apollo joined us.  Myron was so charged up he
made love to them with all the abandon he and I had shared earlier. Alias
Myron and I were never to be.  We started out well enough.  He would visit
us frequently and I would visit Colorado as often as I could.  It was on
his 17th birthday that I got the call from his Apollo.  Myron had been
killed in a car accident, along with two of his high school buddies.  I was
crushed and shocked by the news.  Not the loosing another priest but
loosing a lover before we ever had a chance to truly explore.

I was devastated.  Everyone wanted to help and everyone did, even if they
did not know or understand.  My mother could tell something was desperately
wrong and she tried to get me to talk about it.  I could not.  Kyros and
Philon tried too they did know and I think understood.  They two were
shaken since Myron had become a younger brother to them.

My mother was getting more and more fragile as the years went on.  Turner
and Orval along with the other grandchildren were frequent visitors.  While
I was in the midst of my grieving funk, Mother suffered a fall, braking her
hip.  This was most devastating and most upsetting to my sisters.  It was
nursing home time for her and we all knew it.  I hosted a big family
meeting to try and sort out all the options.

We decided that I would purchase Mother's house.  That would give her the
financial power combined with her small pension, to live more comfortable
in an nursing home and or assisted living situation.  I had amassed the
assets to do that with little difficulty.  Russell organized it with our
lawyer.  He set up a kind of foundation to manage the asset.  Orval and
Turner would pay the taxes, insurance and all upkeep.  The foundation would
charge them rent which was directed into a retirement savings plan.  Their
cousins all agreed with the idea as long as they would continue to host the
more or less monthly family get togethers.

That settled, my sisters jumped on me verbally, demanding to know how Dirk
and I could possibly look unchanged for all these years.  I did not quite
know what to say.  Dirk offered the, it must be magic explanation.  My
brothers in law were not buying that.  Nor were the nieces and their men.
Mat and Robert remained very quiet as did Orval and Turner.

Russell brought out the sandalwood and lavender incense.  We had already
slipped more then enough of the proper herbs into the food and drinks. They
were all told to simply forget about our physical appearance being so young
and apparently unchanging.  Dirk introduced them to our other sons, Samual
Junior and Dirk V.  I announced we would be moving in the next little while
but all our sons would remain in the community.  Russell told them about
Russell Junior who is at boarding school. They all now had a new cousin.

As we prepared to move I made sure to have our imaginary sons official
addresses transferred to the residence of their real brothers.  Russell had
not decided what to do yet but he had lots of time to do it.

About a month before we departed Idouma told me that I had two biological
sons, freturnal twins, that would be joining in about six months.  I was
not quite sure how I felt about that.  I was happy of course and I was in a
bit of a quandary too.  I wanted to induct them myself but I knew that was
not a good idea.  Idouma suggested I should not tell them until after they
are priests and then only if I felt it right to do so, at the time.  He
assured me that they were like us as he had met them.  He also assured me
he would see to their education with the same diligence I had seen to his.
I of course knew who they were, I remember how happy their member father
and older brother were when they were born.  I remember all the
circumstances of their conception too.  It was not what your are thinking
either.  This was a case of a not so anonymous sperm donation and
artificial insemination.

.....................

After almost 26 years in this place for me and 30 years for Dirk, we moved
to Milwaukee.  We were to establish a new chapter near the University of
Wisconsin Milwaukee campus.  There are three other chapters in the
Milwaukee area now and they would help us get established, both with money
and logistical support.

A few of their members lived close to the campus now and would form the
core of our new enterprise.  I took care of all this the logistics and
organization.  Dirk took care of finding our replacements.  He found two
other Apollos, one from the Pacific Northwest and one from New England who
would replace us.  Our younger members were not pleased, the old timers had
been through it before and understood the situation.  The one thing I did
not look forward to, was packing.

When I came here almost all the furniture and art was Dirk's.  I had added
to it over they years.  We would leave all of the electronics and kitchen
stuff.  We did not want to leave Russell with nothing but he was most
philosophical.  He too had added a few things so it was not like the place
would be totally empty.  Dirk talked to our replacements and learned what
they did and did not have.  Over all things would be okay.  I arranged for
the movers and placed tags on everything that was to go.  One of the
Milwaukee members organized those that lived close the the University and
they found a first class living space for us.  Dirk and I were able to get
part time Associate Professorships at UWM, him in History and me in
Economics.

We were to teach a joint History-Economics-Philosophy course called History
of Philosophical Thought in Economics.  In addition, I had one section of
Economics 101 and Dirk a course on the History of the Holy Roman Empire and
American History--The Civil War Years.

This move presented a bit of a problem for us but also oppertunity.  We
were now getting to old to keep using our currant photographs in our
passports and on things like university I.D.'s and Drivers Licenses.  Dirk
had a work around for this too.  I guess it must have been part of his OAS
training.  He explained everything very carefully so I could do these
things for myself in the distant future.  I am forbidden to explain the
details but let it be said that my records, like my PhD and so on now said
Samual Shulton II.

My new thesis was simply an update of my previous thesis.  For my next
reincarnation, like him, I will need to redo the thesis with a new one.
Junior's records were all properly filed with a slightly different title
and reorganized presentation, updated bibliography and so on.  In the new
version I even referenced my previous thesis.

Dirk IV and Sam I, will retire to a small town in some out of the way
place.  I will call myself Sam Jr. and Sam Sr. until I kill myself off.
They can still publish, often co-authored by their sons and each other.
Dirk had his sources create Sam III and Dirk VI, not so fast as that, he
got the process started.  I got started on creating the accounting, IRS and
Social Security paper trails.  I am glad I studied accounting and business
management, since keeping track of all this stuff for myself, Dirk and
Russell was getting a little complex.  Some of those paper trails are easy
to do, others require a little more effort.

Some things like proctored exams mean you need a body either myself or an
actor who is bright enough to score well and smart enough to keep quiet.
Others just require us to just go and do it. Course work and degree
requirements do change over time.  I will just need to go back to school
again that's all.  Dirk has been doing that for years now.

Things like life and health insurance were easy since they are group plans
run by our chapter.  The agents, doctors and so on are members.  One of the
sacrifices we priests make is sometimes not being able to do things we are
talented at.  Being a professional at anything that even approaches
celebrity status, is just not possible or very difficult.  If you are in
the background and use a "stage name or pen name" one can always kill ones
self off.  Politics or media personality, professional sports is just not
practical.  That is not to say priests are not professionals in just about
any profession you can name.  I was thinking I might do some professional
photography using a stage name for example.  If it sells great if not
that's okay too.

We both took sabbaticals from the university and would just make them
permanent after that.  Our university correspondence would be handled by
our departments.  Professional stuff by them, personal stuff forwarded to
Turner and Orval.  No phone messages taken and emails forwarded to a blind
account where we or the boys could deal with it.  Everything else would go
through the boys or Russell.  Anyway everyone was being told we were
incommunicado for the duration.

We were both looking forward to being alone again, after so many years of
living with a small crowd around us.  Not that we would have little to do.
We both knew we would have more work, both professionally and as priests
then ever before.  What was exciting us most, is the prospect of just being
alone with each other.  Of sharing the joy and excitement as well as a few
frustration with each other, of being boys again ourselves exploring and
conquering our new world.

It was one long day's drive to Milwaukee.  Having sent everything but our
laptops, cameras and some clothing, we just relaxed, making it a slow
drive.  Traveling thought the ripening fields and back roads is a most
relaxing way to travel. The late summer sun was hot.  I am most glad our
new minivan has a good air conditioning system.  Dirk did most of the
driving and I did most of the navigating, reading the GPS instructions,
since neither of us appreciate its built in electronic voice.  He was very
good about stopping at short notice, so I could make my photographs.

We made our way to the lake front and up Prospect, past the university into
Shorewood, where we had reservations at a bed and breakfast.  The place had
come recommended as Gay Friendly and it was.  The B & B was operated by a
older middle aged couple, late 50's or early 60's, Trevor and Julian.

Dirk and I cuddled for a long time before making sweet and slow love.  This
truly is a renewal I thought.  A thought echoed by Dirk.  One question we
had not thought about, until asked, was how long we had been together.  It
was over 26 years but we could not say that to anyone.  Dirk replied,
"Since we were very small children."  That seemed to satisfy everyone.

Our committee had purchased a large, old, turn of the 20th Century house,
about 6 blocks from UWM.  It is very Victorian in look, built of a local
limestone and I must say very stately.  It has the most wonderful yard with
large old trees, flowers and a wonderful patio for just sitting and
enjoying the breeze from Lake Michigan.  It sits on a lovely east west
boulevard and faces North.  The boulevard is lined with lovely old trees
and the whole place is rather bucolic.  I just loved the location.  One
could easily walk to and from the university, which lay several blocks to
the north.

The most striking feature of the house is the giant curved windows, built
in a large bay or 1/4 tower.  The building is two stories.  The large
curved windows are in the parlor and the master bedroom.  It has a two car
garage in the back and sits on a corner lot.  The inside was all first
class and very well maintained.  Our antiques would look great in it.  The
kitchen was modern but not as fancy was our old place.  We would make do.

That first week was filled with tasks, like getting new cell phones,
Wisconsin drivers licenses and so on.  One thing I had forgotten to do was
transfer the car ownership to Sam Junior.  Since they did not ask to see my
driver's license at the DMV, I just signed for it.  The insurance agent did
not question the difference and that was that. Our new sanctuary was not
yet ready but they did take us to see it.

The place had been a Elks Lodge, which had recently retired and the
building sold.  It is only a few blocks away.  I was most impressed.  It
has a large verandah with huge main floor rooms and smaller
meeting/conference rooms, offices on the second.  A large room quite
suitable as our true sanctuary takes up about 1/4 of the main floor.  It is
being refitted with electronic doors and direct entry from the baths in the
basement and a change room on the main floor.

The basement was perfect for our baths, sauna and so on.  It too has a
large yard, front and back.  The back portion is well fenced and lots of
parking available.  This building was purchased by the other chapters in
the city and when renovated would be leased to purchase for our chapter.
The living quarters I was told is mortgaged to the chapter, as is the
commercial space they now control and rent out.  That space is some blocks
away, on Capital Drive in Shorewood.

We of course spent some time at the university getting oriented, assigned
our offices and meeting the other staff.  Several of the long time
professors were more then surprised that we could afford to live where we
do.  I told them we rent the place from a relative, who is more concerned
about keeping it in the family, then making a profit.

As soon as the building was ready we began using it.  Several of our
neighbors came to meet us and inquire about the LP's.  They saw the Greek
letters and name and were greatly concerned that we might be a university
fraternity.  We explained that we were not much different then the Elks, we
were males only and since some of our members were under aged, no hard
drinks are allowed. Our board suggested we open the public areas of the
building to the community.

Dirk and I talked this idea over.  We thought the members should have some
say in it, not just the elected board.  The younger members thought it a
good idea and that we might attract additional members that way too.  Dirk
would offer fencing classes and I my marshal arts.  We put up a basket ball
hoop in the driveway and a badminton net in the back yard. That helped,
soon neighborhood boys were starting to come in after school and on
weekends.

The word about Tie Quan Doe and Fencing quickly went around our students,
some of them began coming.  We gained a few members from local boys and the
students.  Most new members came through our existing base.  By the new
year I had 35 and Dirk had 18.  We will began offering classes at the
university athletic center in the spring.  These classes are open to
students/faculty and student at the campus grade and high schools.

We took a short leave from Milwaukee and returned home for the holidays.
It was good to be staying in house I grew up in.  Turner and Orval had made
many changes.  My mother is a true delight but she was stuck back in the
70's some place.  The boys told me it took them several months just to
"muck out all of grandma's junk".  Which I saw included most of the
furniture.  It was now IKA modern and state of the art electronics.  They
both made good money so they could afford it.  I advised them not to get
new cars but to try and pay cash for ones about two years old and to keep
the old mini van until all the outside stuff was finished in the spring.
Dirk was very quiet during all this.  Not that he didn't talk to me or
them, he seemed never to shut up.  He was very quiet on the mental side.

I knew something was up.  When Turner saw our new business cards he laughed
and started calling us little brother.  Not even several long kisses and
romps on the bed would get him to change that.  Orval thought it quite
funny.  Since we were supposedly on some kind of wilderness retreat we went
along.

We of course visited the sanctuary and fucked or were fucked to many times
to count.  Russell was most glad to see us.  I know he was getting on well
with the two new Apollos.  We have that magic way about ourselves and he is
one.  On a personal level I liked these new fellows.  We had met them both
before a time or two but now we had a chance to sit and share a drink.  It
is always good to be with friends and family at holiday time.  I do talk to
Russell on a regular basis.  He is still my business partner.  I have not
as yet secured any Milwaukee clients but that should happen this spring as
well.

At first I was not all that happy about having the sanctuary disconnected
from our dwelling but now on visiting the old place I think I like it
better.  I know Dirk does.  He has been at this long enough now that he has
been in every possible combination to things.  He told me once, in this
business you are on call 24/7 but when you live at or in the sanctuary you
are at work 24/7.

Mother was delighted to see us and we made number of visits.  She is in her
90's and suffering from mild dementia.  She calls it old age.  Dirk and I
quickly convinced her we were her grand sons not her sons.  Since none of
the staff at the nursing home knew us anyway no one questioned.  Orval did
need to tell one of them he and Turner were adopted that is why they do not
look anything like their little brothers.  When she questioned the
photographs I told her they were Dirk and I not our fathers, who did not
like their pictures taken or displayed, "we changed them out a couple of
years ago and I guess grandma just forgot.  We both look remarkable like
our dad's at the same age."  She accepted it.

Dirk and I were recognized by several nonmember aquatints.  We just
pretended we didn't know them, saying "Oh, you must mean my father Sam Sr.,
he is....you know I favor him so much people often confuse us...yes I'll
tell him I met you and if you have an email address..."

For my family it was a little different.  They were a bit confused at first
but we reminded them where our father are.  Richard and Mat of course were
aware of what was happening or should have, being members.  They too had be
given the magic treatment.  I don't know for sure it never was mentioned.

Turner and Orval hosted the big holiday dinner party and present exchange.
That all happened after a mess visit to mother.  She just can't leave the
place without great difficulty and with the cold and snow of the season, it
was best to visit her.

I must say I was impressed by the boys.  They had held on to all mother's
dinner plates and most of the large pots and pans.  They no longer had a
large enough table for everyone so it was serve yourself.  That's good I
think better in many ways.  Everyone came in with arm lodes of gifts and
the mass exchange was on.

Dirk and I brought Milwaukee sausage and Wisconsin Cheese gift boxes for
everyone.  It seemed fitting at lest for this year.  After everyone went
home and the place was cleaned up, Dirk produced two envelopes.  I knew he
had been up to something, that is why he was so quiet.  They were seasonal
cards from fathers Dirk and Sam.  The boys were speechless.  Dirk had given
each one a check for $30 grand.

"After you buy those new cars you must come to Milwaukee and give your
brothers a ride," he quipped.

"We think our brothers should give us a ride right now, shall we," Turner
pointed at the bedroom.

Dirk and I were more into love then lust at this point since we had been
getting lots of that over the preceding day.

Since we are now the younger brothers not fathers, the social dynamic had
potential to be different.  Since sex for us was always less power and more
love, combined with lust and need, this was more humor then reality.  The
boys pushed Dirk and I onto the bed.  We were a bit surprised but said
noting.  Now our sons are strong and fit but they were no match for either
of us.  We just cooperated to see where this would lead.

Turner and Orval left us dressed and proceeded to engage each other with
passionate kisses and a slow strip tease one removing something from the
other until they were both naked, fully charged and "ready, I ready sir."
For us the gave a passionate, erotic and emotionally charged performance.
We appreciated it, holding hands and kissing or fondling each other.  "Call
it," Orval said, flipping a coin.  Dirk call, "Heads."  Orval advenced to
the other side of the bed toward Dirk, Turner toward me.

Neither boy would kiss us on the mouth.  We did not expect it at this
stage, since the power of our kisses would have shifted the power balance
and they are as aware of that was we are.  I focused my attention on Turner
as he focused on me.  The boy, now in his early 30's, kissed my body and
slowly began removing my cloths: shirt, pants, socks, undies. Between each
item he paid homage to my exposed flesh.  Starting at my face he would
kiss, lick, fondle, stroke over its fully exposed area or teasing my
"erection of steel" still confined to my undies.

Orval was giving the same general treatment to Dirk.  I am sure the details
were different, I was not paying that much attention.  What I do know is
his emotions and stimulation were equal to mine and probably mine enhanced
by his, our minds were completely opened to each other.

Turner pulled himself up and squatted over my erection just as he had done
so many time as a lad.  He carefully and slowly lowered himself, until my
full length was engulfed. Turner fucked himself on my erection until
ejaculating large globs on my chest.  He then bent forward, scooping his
spurge in his fingers and fed it to my mouth allowing me to like his
fingers clean.  I had not yet ejaculated.  Turner straightened us and began
ramming his ass against my until I did so.  The wave of pleasure and
passion began washing over him.  Now that was only the beginning.

We kissed and fondled and cuddled and when Turner recharged went at it
again this time he fucked my ass the next we 69ed to mutual ejaculation and
sleep. The next day we traded sons and the day after that their boys, the
ones they mentor came to visit along with Russell and his lad, Mat and
Robert with their boys and one of our nephews who was just old enough.  You
got it orgies time.  Now I know why I was so glad my dad had put that big
recreation room in the basement.  Although I am positive he would have had
a significantly different view of the situation.

This time I got to drive home.  Dirk sat scheming about something.  He just
blocked me out.  I knew him well enough by now to just let it be and he
would tell me.  I think we were just about to pass Brewers Park, the
baseball stadium, when he blurted out, "we had better get a couple of house
boys, I sure miss the activity."

And the sex too I thought.

"Yes that too but it's your ass I am most in need of."  Okay, I guess our
time of renewal had passed and now renewed Dirk and myself too, were ready
for the next step.

I know neither of us is quite ready to form life long relationships with
non mutants, any time soon, that is.  Not that I mind moving from father to
younger brother.  It was just a little to difficult to leave those you love
behind.  We have each other, this too shall pass.

In the winter semester Dirk and I were given additional classes.  I also
began doing some research.  I may have a big cock and buff body but I more
then a pretty face too.  In the academic world it is truly publish or
parish, so publish it will be.  I teamed up with a fellow from geology and
a woman from geography.  We were investigating the application to time
series statistical techniques pioneered by economics, i.e. econometrics,
based on polynomially cointegrated time series, to historical
climatological data. (No, I will not go off on that tangent.  This however,
is real and leading edge work.)  I knew this would suck up a lot of time.
With a growing chapter and new courses to prepare for, a commodity I was
running low on.

Dirk too was being pressed or pressing himself.  He was attempting to
reconcile the two philosophy of science schools of thought represented by
Karl Popper and Thomas Kuhn. (not this one either) Dirk had lots to read
and lots to think about.  I had lots of computer work to do and lots to
discuss with my co-authors.  All that said, at the beginning of February,
on one of those rather bitter cold and snow filled days, the board
appointed me as a director of their real estate holding company.  That in
itself was not a real time consumer but within two weeks Shulton & Ashford
had two new clients that needed business plans.  Russell came to Milwaukee
for a month to help me.

After two days Russell through up his hands and insisted we get at least
two house boys and possible a cook on site, as soon as possible.  Dirk and
I agreed but we were not well enough established in the community to know
where to look.  We have two high schools reasonably close he looked them
up. Shorewood and Riverside are both well thought of.  He thought the
demographics at Shorewood might be better suited for us.  Dirk put the
problem to our members.  Our house boys would need to be or become LP
members.

While all this was going on I kept getting the feeling I was being followed
or at least observed.  Now in my classes I knew several of the students
were attempting to get close to me.  I had seen that before.  I had just
never experienced it.  There were always a few students that came up after
class to ask questions or perhaps test some insight they think they found.
They wanted me to remember them, to know who they were.  I'm okay this
this, I did it myself.  None of us wants to be a number.  In large lectures
the only way to do this is by coming up and asking questions.  This was
more then that it was less to at the university then away from it.  At
first I started taking different routs to school some added a couple of
blocks but so what.  The weather was improving and I needed to keep fit
anyway.  The feeling was still with me.

I asked Russell and Dirk.  They both said they too had the sense of being
watched or followed.

"What ever it is I am sure it is not one of us that just happens to live
near here," Idouma said.

 Apollo and I agreed with him.  What ever was going on it involved the LP's
that we were sure of.

Idouma took our computers off line and began inspecting them processors,
hard drives even the router were inspected.  He found nothing but he did
make sure we were all hard wired and did not use the wireless.  Dirk made
some phone calls and the next day several technicians from the FBI's local
office showed up.  They swept the house and the sanctuary.  They did more
then that.  They inspected every instilation we had to make sure it was
exactly was spscified.  They also checked to make sure any communication
lines between us and the monitering service was as specified and nothing
more was or even could be. Nothing.

I thought they must think us paranoid but no.  They assured me that if
Washington said Dirk was concerned, that concern was real.  After they left
Dirk took his own equipment our and swept the places again.

"Not paranoid, just careful," he quipped.

We had the security system at the sanctuary up graded and had fingerprint
entry pads placed on all our home outside doors including the detached
garage. Idouma was almost finished with his work here so he would be
leaving in about a week.  The only explanation I could come up with was
whoever was watching us was either another mutant that did not know he was
or some other kind of magic was at work here.

Apollo started contacting other sanctuaries in the midwest and we asked for
increased diligence on our VPN.  This may of course have nothing to do with
the LP's it may be related to something all together different but none of
us could figure out what that might be.

Russell want back home and I finished up the studies and prepared to
deliver them to the clients.  Dirk and I continued to feel someone was
watching us but we could not pin it down.  We were to hold several
interviews for house boys in the coming week.  The geology and geography
co-authors sent over a final draft of the paper.  That is when I found out
via side comments from a couple of the reviewers, that several of our
earlier papers, Dirk's and mine had garnered some very negative comments on
pro global warming blogs.  They were not our papers as such but our
father's papers.  We looked them up.  I could not believe these people.  I
thought I knew what fundamentalist right wing radicals were.  My eyes were
opened.  These were radical left wing Anthropomorphic Global Warming
fundamentalists.

Because we had been very hard on several of the practices employed to model
this Anthropomorphic Global Warming business, we were being heavily
criticized by the AGW Religion fanatics.  There are Fascists on both sides
of the argument.  Our critique was valid from our Philosophy of Science
point of view.  That cuts no ice with believers.  Of course no one could
find our fathers.  Without going into any detail here, some radials were
making death threats against them or us, depending on how you look at it.
(Note: There is more truth in this situation then may be apparent given the
fictional nature of this story.)

We talked to our co-authers.  They looked up the comments and got back to
us, saying in effect, "fuck the bastards."

"Okay but keep both eyes open and your powder dry," was Dirk's reply.

Our new paper was much more challenging and far more empirical and less
philosophical, then the previous ones.