Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2023 16:18:45 +0100 (BST) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 142f IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organisations, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, organisations, or events is entirely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the websites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. ******* If you enjoy my story or any others on the Nifty site, please show your appreciation and donate what you can afford. ******* Finally, thank you again to my editor, Jim. ******* I watched Forts shaking his head as the manager appeared on the stage, just before the curtain was due to go up and announced the theatre was very pleased to welcome to tonight's performance, "His Imperial Highness, the Grand Duke Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov." To polite clapping, Forts was encouraged to stand and acknowledge the crowd which he did. He was just about to sit down when the orchestra began playing, 'God Save the Tsar'. Now we all had to stand. The Ballet was beautiful. I was pleased Duke was next to me. He told me all about the Ballet. I had never been to one before. He explained that, 'Les Sylphides' didn't really have a story, it was as he said, described as a 'romantic reverie', simply about mood and dance. Whatever, it was spellbinding to watch. ********************** Operation Pied Piper – Part 142f – Part 142f minor characters making an appearance: Captain James Brandt – (James/Brandt/Captain Brandt) Officer in the 4th Battalion of the Black Watch.5'10 'The Viscount Tilney'. William – Orphan Davy saved during an Air Raid. Now lives in the orphanage set up by Theodora and Forts. David Tait - a Metropolitan Police Chief Inspector. New member of the security team. Mark Edwards - a Captain in the Regular British Army. New member of the security team. Robin Little – 16yrs boy from the children's home. ** Will takes up the story My stomach was churning as Professor Harding stopped outside one of the rooms at Pittodrie. On the other side of the closed door was Jeremy. How can you love and hate someone at the same time? I turned to Professor Harding, "I'm sorry, I can't do it." "You have to!" He half whispered. Before I could say anything else, he opened the door and I was facing Jeremy. I felt a nudge on my back and I was in the room. The door closed behind me with the words, "Now you two sort this out." Jeremy stepped back from the olive green, military style case on the bed. He turned to face me. We stood facing each other in silence. It was obvious to each of us the other had been crying. "What are you doing?" My voice sounded almost ephemeral, like it belonged to someone else. He turned away, practically burying his face in his case as he busily moved its contents about. His voice was breaking. "I am sorry, I have caused enough pain and heartache here, I am leaving." I stepped forward as he momentarily paused what he was doing, his head fell. His shoulders slumped and tears began rolling down his cheeks. His hand raked in his pocket as he turned away and pulled out his hankie, he blew his nose noisily and wiped his eyes with the back of his hands. I was now only a foot away from him. "Jeremy, I don't want you to leave..." My voice broke up, "I don't want you to... I need you." He closed his eyes and seemed to steel himself, "Will, I have caused you enough pain. It will be better if I go." He took hold of my arms and forced himself to give me a smile. I shook myself free, "For who? NOT for me. I love you!" ** Tobias takes up the story I was pleased I hadn't drunk as much as everyone else after we returned to the Savoy following the ballet. Having just gotten up, I was chilling and enjoying a leisurely shower. I had woken Duke and Darius. I could hear noises from the other room David and Mark were sharing, so knew they were up now too. We had all planned to meet for breakfast and then Darius was going to introduce them to Forts and Davy. That would allow them to then join us this afternoon, as Forts and Davy took the boys out once more. That way, they could get a feel for the job, too. We all had breakfast in our suite. It allowed us to remain close to Forts' and Davy's rooms. We each polished off a full English, it was very tasty too. With a quick slurp of his remaining coffee, Darius stood. "Right chaps, let us go and meet the bosses." I thought I could sense a little apprehension in David and Mark as we all made our way down to Forts' and Davy's suite. I was pleased to see it, our role was an important one. We were all shown in to the sitting room by Albert, Forts' valet and given more coffee. Darius rose and had a quick whispered chat with Albert, although I couldn't hear what it was about. He then joined us sitting while Albert went to tell Davy and Forts we had arrived. We sat in silence until the door behind us opened and Albert came back into the room and stood slightly to the side of the door. Darius indicated for us all to stand. Albert cleared his throat, "Gentlemen." Unconsciously, our bodies stiffened as we all came to attention. Albert continued. "His Imperial Highness, the Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov, Prince of the Blood Imperial and his Grace the Duke of Pittodrie." A smiling Forts and Davy came into the room. Davy in a tweed suit, Forts in one of his baggy Cossack tunics and trousers. "Good morning Gentlemen." Forts beamed. Darius, Duke and I quickly gave a head bow to Forts and Davy. David and Mark quickly copied us. Now I knew what Darius had spoken to Albert about. He had requested Forts and Davy be introduced using their official titles. It was easy to forget that these two easy going chaps were, in fact now, very important and the whole reason we were here. Darius spoke as Forts and Davy came over to us. "Your Imperial Highness." Forts stopped him, "Darius, from now on, it's Forts and Davy. We have worried the new chaps enough." Darius nodded, smiling, "Forts, Davy. Allow me to introduce Chief Inspector David Tait of the Metropolitan Police and Captain Mark Edwards, currently serving in the British Army. With your permission, the new members of your security detail." Smiling, Forts and Davy shook both their hands and invited everyone to sit. "Okay Gentlemen, tell us about yourselves." Forts grinned, "You can skip the bit about you all knowing each other from Eton." He chuckled as Davy playfully gave him a dig in the ribs. I sat listening, exchanging glances with Duke. This young man, Forts, was a wonder, he had both David and Mark relaxed and eating out of his hand within minutes. * Forts and Davy stood. Forts nodded to Davy, who spoke next, "Well, Gentlemen, welcome to the team. We understand you would both like to come with us this afternoon, too. We will see you all again later then." ** Duke takes up the story "But Darius, I was intending to come along with you all, too." "Really, and listen to Forts singing again on the bus?" I laughed, "Oh, he wasn't that bad." Darius turned away, "That's not what you said the other day. Okay, up to you. I was going to let you have the day off." I felt Tobias nudge me, he shook his head, winking, "I think I know why you want to come along... to see that gorgeous young guy again." I feigned mock shock and winked. "I have no idea who you are talking about." * We arrived at the Boys' Home just after one o'clock. I held back, watching as the boy William ran at Davy and Forts and hugged them both tightly in turn. They both messed with the boy's hair and hugged him back. Distracted, talking with Darius, I hadn't seen the boy approaching me. I felt a tug on my sleeve. I looked round; it was him, the boy from the zoo. He smiled earnestly, "I hoped you would be coming too. Can I sit with you in the cinema?" I returned his smile, "You can, but first you have to tell me your name." The boy cast his eyes downwards, seemingly embarrassed, "Robin... Robin Little." I stroked his face, "That's a beautiful name." He blushed. "I don't know yours either." I leant to his ear, "Horse..." He looked at me, his mouth hanging open, "Horse?" I nodded and winked, "Horse... Hung." I burst out laughing. "That's not fair. You're teasing me." I whispered again, "Don't you think I am hung like a horse, then?" He blushed again. I ruffled his hair, "Call me Duke. All my friends do." Then, in that crazily formal way some English guys do, he held out his hand, "Very pleased to meet you, Duke." I pulled him in to a hug, "And you too, my little Robin." * We were soon all on the bus once more. Robin came and sat next to me. Forts winked at me and smiled, then stood. "Who's for a singsong?" There was a great cheer from all the boys, including Robin. Darius leant over the seat to face me, "I offered you the day off." He burst out laughing and turned back. I sat, shaking my head. How did Forts know all these songs? "Sons of the sea, when we're bobbin' up and down like this." The boys erupted, all of them, everyone on the bus in fact was doing the famous bobbing up and down movements, as Forts sang. "Over the ocean, when we're bobbin' up and down like this..." Robin was enthusiastically joining in, his face joyful as he faced his friends. He glanced back at me, "Aren't you singing?" I shook my head and playfully grabbed him in a neck hold. I whispered into his ear, "Don't you worry, I will soon have you bobbin' up and down like this." I playfully pushed him up and down over my groin. He shrieked with laughter and pulled himself up right next to me. He winked, "I was hoping we might do something different today." I returned his wink, thrust my hips up and down, I grabbed his hand and held it against my crotch and my lazy lob. "Or I could have your arse bobbin' up and down on this, you naughty little Robin." * Again, who knows how, but Forts and Davy had arranged that it was only our group that was going to be in the cinema. It was to be a special show of the film, 'Lassie Come Home', in 'Glorious Technicolour' starring Roddy McDowall, Donald Crisp and Elizabeth Taylor. Additionally, Forts and Davy had prearranged, well I imagine it was actually Robert who arranged it, for all the boys to get a drink and a small bag of sweeties, too. I didn't feel as bad as we all took our seats and Robin got the seat next to me. William had snuggled up to Davy, sitting on the armrest between him and Forts. The program started with the usual public information films and included the latest Disney cartoon, 'In Der Fuhrer's Face' starting Donald Duck. The older boys were roaring with laughter, some of the younger ones, though, looked decidedly uneasy at some of the darker content of the cartoon. As the lights came back up for the five-minute intermission. Chris had leant over to Forts and pointed out some of the younger boys looked a bit frightened. Forts had leapt up and jumped up onto the stage and did an impromptu version of the song, 'In Der Fuhrer's Face', complete with exaggerated goose stepping. The boys loved it and soon all the worried faces had vanished, now replaced with joyful mirth. How did Forts learn all these bloody silly songs? I had no idea. * Forts retook his seat as the light dimmed. The curtains opened and to gasps from the boys as they suddenly realised it was in colour, the film began. I Felt Robin's hand brush across my knee. I looked round he smiled, "I need a pee." "Okay, I will come with you. Don't want you getting lost." * I felt my pulse quickening and my cock coming to life as we made our way into what seemed to be the bowels of the cinema. Down and down again, it began to smell musty and a bit damp. The single light bulb barely illuminating the corridor we were in. Robin turned and smiled, "Here it is." I couldn't help thinking we had missed a closer one. Robin fumbled for the light switch, once more a dim bulb illuminated the space we were in. I closed the door, noticing it had a slide bolt on it. I slid it closed. Robin's eyes watched me the whole time. I smiled and winked, "We don't want to be disturbed, do we?" He blushed. I had a quick look around. The room was only ten feet wide by ten feet long, held two urinals and two cubicles and one sink. Next to the sink was an old wooden table with a couple of old towels on it. Robin kept his eyes facing the floor as I approached him. I took hold of his chin and raised his face until it was facing mine, not that easy as I am over six foot and he was lucky if he was five. "Are you okay?" I asked, stroking his cheek. He nodded, then mumbled, "Just a bit nervous." I leant forward and kissed his lips, just a peck. "There is no need to be nervous, I am not going to hurt you." He looked at me with frightened puppy eyes. "But won't it hurt?" Now, there was no point in lying to him. I kissed him again and nuzzled into his neck, nibbling his earlobe. "Like a bitch," I whispered. His eyes went wide, and he glanced at the door. For a moment, I thought he was going to make a run for it. I kissed him again, "Hey, it's okay, I have some stuff to help. I won't lie and say it's not going to hurt, but I am going to do everything I can to make it easier for you." I kissed him again. "I promise." Before he could think any more, I began to undo his jacket, slipping it off his shoulders in between ever more passionate kisses. I could feel my cock was on the rise. Slowly, it pulsed and throbbed as I kissed him, rising to half-mast and then breaking through my underwear's fly. I took hold of Robin's hand and placed it on the front of my trousers. He gasped, "It is so big... Please don't hurt me." I began unbuttoning his shirt, my eyes focused on his, "Don't you want to do it anymore? It's okay if you don't think you're grown up enough. I will understand, I just thought you were a bit more grown up than that." "No, I want to. I am grown up! I am nearly seventeen." "You said your birthday was just recently, and you were sixteen." "Well, I am, but I will be seventeen next year." A laughed, mocking him. "A kid then." "No, I am not!" he snapped. He looked a bit annoyed and began undoing his snake belt buckle. I smiled quietly to myself. With his shirt off, and his trousers undone, I slipped my thumbs into their waistband, making sure I hooked his undershorts too, and slid them both down to his ankles. "Kick off your shoes so I can get them right off." He obeyed instantly, lifting each leg as I pulled off his pants and underwear over his small socked feet. I tossed them on to the growing pile of his clothing on the table. I stepped back, my cock throbbed again as I took in his naked body. I winked at him, "Well, I had better get naked too, don't you think?" Robin nodded, his nervousness was so... what's the word I am looking for, tempting? No, not tempting, alluring? Humm, no, delicious. Yes, that's what it was. My fat cockhead slapped into my stomach as it broke free from my underwear. Robin's eyes stared at it, I saw him lick his lips. I moved closer and licked his neck. "See, it's not that big." Another nibble, at his earlobe, his whole body squirmed, I whispered, caressing his cheeks, "Only average sized. You will give him a complex." Now as you already know, there was no way my cock fell into the 'average' bracket, it was a thick, long, cut, nine fat inch, BEAST. I hid my grin, but there was no point in telling Robin that and putting him off. I reached into my trouser pocket and pulled out the small bottle of 'Corn Huskers, Lotion' I had found in Tobias' room and the small brown bottle of amyl-nitrate. I always carried a bottle of that, otherwise I would never get my dick in these chaps. I placed both of the bottles down on the table. I smiled once more at Robin, hoping he would find my smile reassuring. "Are you ready?" Once more he looked panicked, his eyes again focused on my fat angry looking, glistening bellend. "Aww, look, you have made him cry." I winked and rubbed a finger over my cockhead, scooping up some of my sticky precum. I put my finger to his mouth and delicately touched it to his bottom lip, it fell open and I slipped my finger into his mouth. My cock throbbing again as his soft tongue wrapped round my finger, lapping off the sticky juice. He looked into my eyes and I smiled, "See, that was okay. You did that at the zoo." He nodded. I moved his jacket behind him on the table and gripped his hips, lifting him up onto the edge of the table. He was now at a great height, well for me. We kissed for several moments, each kiss becoming more passionate than the last. "Lean back on your jacket and raise your legs to your chest." I eased him backwards before he could object, my hands slipping from his chest to underneath his thighs. I rolled them back, spreading them apart. He lay looking up at me. Such innocence. "Grip your legs and hold them back... That's perfect." I dropped to my knees, my face now just inches from his cock and balls. I breathed in deeply, my nose hoovering up the smell of this young teen. My cock throbbed and my bellend spasmed, spurting out a drop of precum on to the floor. I licked my lips and moved closer. His cock wasn't huge, far from it. But it fitted his short, slight frame perfectly. He was hard, his steely, uncut five inches laying taut against his stomach, its root partially concealed by the dark patch of pubes crowning his pubic mound. His ballsac was a deeper pink. It hung lower, partially covering his taint, smooth and hairless, containing its two sweet tasty almond sized nuts. But below these outwards signs he was a male sat my target for today. I gripped his butt cheeks and pushed them further apart. He gasped above me as I blew onto the pale starfish facing me. I leant forward and planted a kiss right on it. Another gasp, his thighs tensed against the side of my head. I kissed it again, this time adding a lick of my tongue. A groan this time. I licked my lips and pressed the tip of my tongue into the centre. His hand let go of his legs and he gripped my head. "Oh, please." He mumbled breathlessly. I began to work my tongue into his hole. This was taking way longer than I had intended. I upped my tempo, drilling my tongue into his hole, getting it glistening and wet with my saliva. I eased in my little finger, he tensed. "It hurts, it hurts." Shit! And that was just my pinkie. I stood, deliberately looking pissed off. "If you are going to be a big Jessy about this, we may as well go back now. I thought you liked me? Oh well, get dressed." If he had only looked at my throbbing cock, he would have realised I had no intentions of stopping yet. His hands grabbed my forearms, "Duke, no please, I'm sorry. Please try again... I want to do it... and with you." I reached for the little brown bottle. It let out an audible 'psst' sound as I unscrewed the black cap. "These will help you relax... If you are sure you want to carry on." He nodded, "Please I do. Please, Duke." I showed him how to use them, enjoying the overwhelming rush I received as I demonstrated their use. My cock throbbed in anticipation. I handed the bottle to Robin. "Right, a BIG sniff in each nostril, then hold it for the count of five and repeat in each nostril until I say stop." Eager to please, Robin began huffing the chemical smell up his nose. I watched as his face relaxed after a few sniffs. His cock bobbed on his stomach, weaving a gossamer web of precum strands connecting his cock to his belly. "Keep going!" I reached for the bottle of 'Corn Huskers'. The smell hit me immediately, I would have to write to the American manufacturers asking them to change that smell. Smelling like Amyl nitrate would be good. Robin was now grinning at me, his eyes pleading. He reached for his cock as I took the brown bottle off him. "No touching your cock! Hold on to these, sniff them every time it hurts." He nodded, like a village idiot. He was just where I wanted him. I coated some of my fingers with 'Corn Huskers' and eased first one, then two, then three into his tight hole. He groaned and shuffled his butt about on his jacket as I stretched and worked my fingers in his hole. "Sniff again," I reminded him. Gradually, he began to hump my fingers. It was almost imperceptible to start, but soon, he was raising his butt and grinding onto my fingers as I located his boynut and worked it mercilessly. "Sniff again!" I watched his eyes glaze as he took several deep sniffs up each nostril. Now was the time. I slavered my cock in 'Corn Huskers' and pushed my tangerine sized bellend up to his pucker. The now puffy coils of his arsehole wrapped round my cocklips. I felt my cock spasm and push more precum between those puffy lips of his into him. "Sniff again!" I barked as I encountered stronger resistance. I increased the pressure. Time for some more mental games. "Come on. Open up! Are you a man or a mouse?" He took several more deeper sniffs and my cockhead popped inside him. Slowly, his arse lips had spread, engulfing my cockhead, before suddenly it was sucked quickly inside. His sphincter snapped tightly shut round my glans ridge. It was my time to groan. Fuck, he was tight. His hands feebly pushed against my abs, "Duke it hurts, it hurts." I was in. I leant forward and kissed him as I stroked his cheek, "The worst is over now. You are a man, after all." He smiled weakly. I kissed him again and then stood back, my hands gripping his hips tightly. "Shall we carry on?" He nodded, a few stray tears rolled down his cheeks. This time, he picked up the brown bottle himself. He began huffing from it almost constantly as I slowly pushed inch after inch of my thick shaft into him. "Not much more." I smiled. I waited as he huffed some more amyl, then counted to three and pushed home the last two inches just as his eyes glazed over. He let out a yelp. I held firmly on to his hips, not letting him ease his battered arse away. I smiled as he opened his eyes, "There you have all of it in you now. Well done." As I felt his arse relax, I began to make little thrusts into him. The good thing about a thick shaft is it touches the parts needle dicks can't. Robin let out a pleasurable moan each time I pushed across his boy nut. I grinned down at his now pleasure wracked body as he writhed on my shaft. The combined length and thickness of my dick had always been a problem. I would love to have had the same girth, but been a couple of inches shorter. But at least it wasn't a needle dick. I remembered back to Eton, one of the guys had a thin, pointed seven-inch speer instead of a cock. Clueless, he used to just thrust away, barely touching the sides, the fucking thing painfully stabbing and impaling anything in its way. Whereas, my beast gently eased things aside, well, once it was inside. "Oh, shit!" Robin's voice dragged me from my daydream. He was wanking his cock furiously as I pumped mine into him. "I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum." "Hold it!" I barked at him as I thrust my head forward, my mouth swallowing his purple acorn bellend. I sucked hard, trying to keep my thrusts going. He grunted and grabbed my hair, pushing me down onto his shaft. My nose buried in to his pubes. The smell of this boy was amazing. My switch was flipped as he spurted his teen cum on to my tongue. His sphincter spasmed and brutally tightened round the base of my shaft. "Shit." My balls slapped against his arse, tightened and began to pulse their thick load into his tight arse. I roared at each pulse of cum left my cockhead. My head pulled from his cock as I straightened out, the taste of his cum setting off my taste sensors. I staggered, my head thrust backwards, the veins in my neck pumping, my eyes closed in ecstasy as I shuddered to the end of my climax. I slowly opened my eyes. Robin was looking up at me apprehensively. "Was I okay?" I wanted to laugh. I smiled and leant down and kissed him passionately. "Where you okay? You, Mr, were fucking amazing!" Another tear rolled down his cheek as his bottom lip began to tremble. I kissed him again. I lay across him until my cock finally pulled softly from his battered hole, dragging a great dollop of my cum with it. His hand pressed between his legs, "I am not bleeding, am I? It feels all wet?" I shook my head, "No, that's just my cum. You are fine, a bit puffy, but that will settle down in a few days." I grabbed one of the towels and wiped my dick clean with it, and then handed it to him. "Come on, use this to wipe yourself. We had better be getting back, the film will have nearly finished." We both dressed in silence, and I unlocked the door. Robin took hold of my arm, "Duke, will I see you again, before you go back?" I couldn't make the kid any promises. I gave him a cuddle, "Let's hope so. Would you like to?" He nodded. * We were definitely away longer than I had realised. As we came back into the auditorium, the last moments of the film were playing. A rather unkept and limping Lassie was struggling over cobbles to the schoolyard to meet the boy Joe as he came out of school. Sniffing and the blowing of noses met our ears as we headed back to our seats. These noises became even louder as the boy, Joe, found Lassie waiting for him beneath a tree. He rushed over and grabbing the dog for all he was worth, said the immortal words, "Oh Lassie, you're my Lassie, come home." Slowly, the house light came up. I looked back and saw Davy wiping his eyes and smiling down at William, who was looking up at him as if he was daft. ** Davy takes up the story I had heard Chris whispering to Forts that some of the younger ones seemed a bit frightened by parts of the Donald Duck cartoon. Forts had nodded and winked at me, before leaping up onto the stage and goose stepping about, in a larger-than-life caricature, singing 'In Der Fuhrer's Face.' While waving his arms about, a crazy person, doing his impression of Hitler doing one of his speeches. Again, the boys loved it. I laughed along with them, while my heart swelled with pride that he was all mine. As the film went on, I wished someone had told me what a tear jerker it was. Basically, it dealt with a poor English family from Yorkshire, the Carracloughs, who were struggling financially. They had a son, Joe, played by Roddy McDowall, and a beautiful collie dog, Lassie. To keep food on the table, the parents decided to sell Lassie to a Scottish Lord, the Duke of Rudling, someone who had wanted the beautiful dog for a long time. Now if the selling of Lassie wasn't sad enough, the Duke (BOO, BOO, Yes, I started the booing, every time he came on screen) decided to take Lassie up to Scotland to his estate. I blew my nose, feeling both Forts' and William's eyes on me. Forts grinned and mouthed, "You big softie." And passed me his hankie, which I gladly took, mine already a bit soggy. I couldn't help it, I hugged William tighter, making sure 'he' was okay, which he was. Anyway, Lassie is helped to escape by the Duke's daughter, played by Elizabeth Taylor, and begins making his way back to Yorkshire. On route, Lassis encounters nasty dog catchers and survives a brutal storm, before arriving back in Yorkshire at the home of the Carracloughs. As Lassie left the house limping to head for the school to meet Joe as he finished for the day, the door behind us in the cinema opened. A beam of light flooding the area. I glanced round; it was Duke with one of the boys. The door was quickly closed, and the darkness returned. The two of them hurried past us, back to their seats. Fort chuckled, I could smell it too, 'Corn Huskers Lotion'. Forts leant over to me, "Well, we all know where they have been." I nodded, "And what they have been doing!" ** Archie takes up the story Athol and I were on the couch in our sitting room in front of the fire. He was lying stretched out, his head resting in my lap, his face turned to the dancing flames. The soft music from the radio washing over us both. I took a swig from my glass. He squeezed my knee and glanced up, "Have I told you recently I love you?" I shook my head, pouting. He moved his body until he was looking up at me. I shook my head again, then laughed. He punched me playfully. "I knew I had..." He stared up at me, "It's a bit quiet around here with everyone away, isn't it?" I nodded. "Are you wishing we had gone too?" "I suppose I am. I worry about them all." I began making my mother hen noises and flapping my elbows. "Cluck, cluck, cluck." He smiled and stretched up to kiss me. Teasing him, I moved my head higher. I received another playful punch, this time to my stomach. "Kiss me!" He growled. How could I refuse? 'This is the nine o'clock news from the BBC on Friday the 12th of March 1943. It has been announced by Ten Downing Street that the victorious British 8th Army has entered Sfax in Tunisia...' Athol smiled, turning off as the newscaster began talking about financial stuff. "That's great news. At last, we seem to have the 'Boche' on the run everywhere." I nodded and took another drink. "Athol, where is Sfax?" He grinned up at me, "Fucked if I know... Somewhere in Tunisia, apparently. But it has to be worth celebrating." He sat up, "Another drink?" I nodded. ********************** Folks, there is nothing more rewarding than hearing from you that you are enjoying the story. Please take the time to email me to let me know. Blackscar. Other Nifty stories by Blackscar. 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