Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2006 09:18:56 EST
From: Jetjt@aol.com
Subject: Super Jeff Ch. 4

The following story is a work of gay fiction. If the subject matter is
offensive to you or you are too young, please exit now. This work is the
property of the author and may not be reproduced without permission. John
Tucker, JETjt@aol.com

				SUPER JEFF

			       Chapter Four

JEFF'S POV

"Love at first sight?" Chris asked in surprise. "Uh.... Um..... Yes I guess
so," he answered. "I don't know if it's real love though or just instant
attraction, but .... Well, I've had it happen to me at least twice."

"Wow!" I said in amazement. "Who were they, if you don't mind me asking?"

"One was my friend that moved away, and well... the other is...just too
embarrassing to tell you," he finished quickly

I laughed.

"You can tell me!" I insisted.

Chris shook his head. "You're the one guy I can't tell," he said with a
look of being trapped.

"He can't have been that good looking!" I remarked.

"He's the cutest guy I know."

"Oh well, I don't want to put you on the spot. I just thought we trusted
each other."

"I trust you more than you could imagine!" he responded. "It's just that it
would be a bit much, right now."

"As I said, I'll not pressure you."

"Thanks. I'll tell you some day, just not today."

"Well, I'm getting tired," I said yawning. "I'll see you in the morning
about 6:30. Do you want me to wake you, or will you set the alarm?"

"I'll do the alarm thing, thanks," he responded. "I don't want you to catch
me with `morning wood'."

"Darn! I have no luck!" I said laughing.

"I'll be going now," he said standing. "I'll see you downstairs in the
morning."

I stood too and held out my arms. "HUGs!" I demanded.

Chris smiled and came into my arms.

`I could get used to this,' I thought as I smiled my appreciation when he
released me. I didn't tell him that though. I just smiled and said,
"G'night."

			* * *

I glanced at my watch as the iron gates swung open before us. `Ten minutes
over my normal 5 mile time,' I noted as we trotted up the drive. Chris
looked in agony as we slowed to a walk for the last 30 feet.

"You do this for fun?" he gasped. "You're a masochist!"

"You'll get used to it," I promised. "Tomorrow we'll cut it down to 4
miles. We need to work out in our gym and I don't want you to be too
tired."

"Just throw dirt on me," Chris pleaded. "I'm dead."

"Just be glad we had those `walking' stretches. It at least gives you a
chance to catch your breath."

"If you hadn't been there to goad me on, it would have been a one mile run
and a four mile walk. I really thought it was over on that last couple of
miles up the damned hill."

"I've got a surprise for you though," I said looking at small car pulling
up to the gate.

I pushed the button on the gate opener and it again swung open. The yellow
car pulled into the drive.

"Who's that?" Chris asked.

"It's your surprise," I said with a laugh. "I scheduled you for a
massage. I knew you'd be beat. You won't believe how good it feels."

Chris' eyes practically popped out of his head as a really good looking guy
stepped out of the small Honda, popped the rear hatch and pulled out his
massage table, setting one end on the drive.

"Is one of you guys' name Chris?" He asked.

Chris raised his hand with a guilty look on his face.

"Hi, I'm Charlie," the handsome 22 year old said. "Where do we do the
deed?"

"I'm Jeff," I said introducing myself. "I'm the one who called and made the
arrangements. Follow me."

Charlie picked up his table, seemingly without effort, and followed me into
the house. Chris stood there like he'd been struck by lightning, unable to
move.

"Move your ass Chrissie," I boomed. "It's shower time."

Chris reluctantly followed us into the house, closing the front door behind
him. I led the way down the entry hall, past the formal living and dining
areas and into the huge informal family/great room. Crossing that room, I
opened the French doors leading outside, waving my companions through the
opening. Then again taking the lead, I circled the pool and headed for the
pool house where the exercise room, pool showers, spa and sauna were
located. Once we had entered the beautifully appointed `main room' I
pointed the way to the exercise area down a hallway to the left.  Both
Chris and Charlie were agog as they stepped into the large exercise
room. Every device found in the best equipped gyms stood gleaming before
them. One wall was glass, looking out over the ocean. All the others were
covered floor-to-ceiling with mirrors.

"Wow!" Chris said in amazement. "No wonder you have such a great body!
.....uh.... uh.... Did I just say that?" he said blushing.

"I agree with you Chris," Charlie chimed in.

"Thanks guys," I said. "Just remember one thing Chris," I added. "All the
gadgets are neat, but if you don't use them it's all a waste."

"How come we're running all those damned miles on the road if you have a
treadmill?" Chris asked.

"The scenery," I answered with a grin. "You meet the most interesting
people on a run."

Chris knew what I was alluding to and bit his lip, rather than answering
with a glib remark.

"Let's go to the `wet room'," I suggested. "You can set up back there
somewhere Charlie."

Leaving the exercise room we passed though a large door and entered a room
whose walls, floors and ceiling were covered with beautiful ceramic tile.
In the large room was patio furniture arranged in the main area with a bar
along one long wall, and at one end a glass wall looking out toward the
pool. On the opposite wall the whirlpool spa sat in a glass niche
overlooking the ocean. Passing by the spa I headed for an opening that went
into the dressing area, a lengthy room with benches and lockers along one
of the long walls and two openings on the other. One led into a four-head
shower room, another into an alcove that contained on one side a sauna, on
the other a steam room and in between the plunge pool.

"Man!" Charlie said in amazement. "This place has everything!  Where you
want me to set up?"

"Here in the locker room would be fine," I said. "That way you can use all
the features close at hand if you want to." Stepping to a small closet
doorway, I reached in and extracted a stack of soft white towels. "Here are
towels for your use. Just dump them in the bin over there when you're done
with them. Chris?  Why don't you shower while Charlie is getting ready?
I'll be back after while and bring your clothes."

Chris, anticipating the shower, had already taken off his shirt, shoes and
socks. With my words he stepped out of his shorts and removed his jock,
turning his back on Charlie and me.

"You're not staying?" Chris asked as he twisted his neck to look at me. .

"Nope" I said pointing at Charlie. "This bud's for you.... Enjoy."

With that, I snatched up his clothing, turned and left the
building. Hurrying to the house, I tore to my room, pulling off my clothes,
and tossing them, along with Chris' into the hamper before jumping in the
shower. Making short work of the job of getting clean, I stepped out of the
shower, and toweled myself off before striding naked into my room. Sitting
down at my computer, I turned it on, and after waiting while it loaded its
programs, clicked on the security icon. Choosing the camera cluster in the
pool house, I chose the camera that covered the locker room. In the center
of the room outside the shower, I saw Charlie naked, a towel over one arm
waiting for Chris. I reached down and stroked my penis that was pointing at
the ceiling.

CHRIS' POV

My mind was racing as I stood under the large showerhead, letting the
soothing hot water run over my tired body.  `What had I gotten myself
into?' I wondered. `First SJ runs my ass all over town leaving me weak and
exhausted, then this super-cute guy arrives to give me a massage! Now here
I am trapped, naked and without any clothes. I can't just run out naked,
leaving Charlie standing there. I'm sure Jeff meant well, but I wish he'd
have asked.  Hmmm. I wonder if he had, what would I have answered? I mean
the thought of the hunk outside the shower room even touching me made my
dick hard. I gotta stop thinking of him,' I reasoned, looking at my
swelling dick. `I'll be okay if I don't spring a woody.  Let's see, I'll
think about golf. That's one thing that leaves my penis limp.'

I laughed at what SJ would think of that comment!

`I've been in here for about 10 minutes,' I thought to myself. `I'd better
make a showing and get this over with.'

Giving myself one final rinse, I grabbed the handles shutting off the
water. As I turned to the doorway opening, I saw Charlie standing there
holding my towel. He was as naked as me!  My dick pulsed with blood and
before I could reach for the towel, it was stiff as a board. Blushing, I
grabbed the towel and dropping one end down over my crotch region, I
toweled my face, hair and neck with the other end.

"Nice equipment," Charlie commented.

"Uh,.... Thanks," I stammered.

"Don't worry about the wood," he added. "Happens all the time. See, you
even have me half-hard and I see naked guys all the time."

I couldn't resist looking, noting Charlie's shaft sticking straight out.

"Umm..... nice equipment on you too," I mumbled in embarrassment.

"Thanks. I've never had any complaints. Once you've dried off, just lie
down on the massage table, face-down."

`Thank God for something," I thought. `At least he won't be looking at my
hard dick.'

Quickly drying off, I climbed onto the towel covering of the massage table
and lay-face down. There was a slight depression running down the center of
the padding allowing me to lay flat without squashing the hell out of my
swollen member.

"Just relax Chris," Charlie advised. "Have you had a massage before?"

"Uh, no," I admitted.

"You'll enjoy it," he promised. "Don't worry about me. Just think of me as
a pair of hands."

`Fat chance,' I thought as he moved near my head, his half-hard dick only
inches from my drooling mouth. My dick pulsed as I involuntarily humped my
hips into the padding.

"We'll start with your head and neck," Charlie said as if conducting a
guided tour while his gentle but strong hands touched my body.

I turned into shimmying Jell-O as he told me what he was doing, then used
his skill and training to soothe my aching body. Over the next half-hour I
was in heaven as his lotioned hands explored every nook and cranny of my
frame and limbs. My back, legs and arms had never felt better. All the
knots and tensions were gone from my body. Only one thing remained hard as
he progressed. The occasional glimpses of his athletic body and sexual
equipment, as well as his strong hands guaranteed that no relief was in
sight.

"Turn over on your back," he said as he finished my back.

"Uh, no..... I .... I think that my back was enough. I feel wonderful."

"Turn over!" Charlie ordered. "You think I haven't seen or touched a hard
dick before?

Blushing that he had hit the nail on the head, I rolled over, my 7-inch
dick stabbing up and out into the air.

"Like I said, `nice dick'," he said with a wink as he started on my feet,
then worked his way up one leg, then repeated his ministrations on the
other.

Skipping my mid section, he began to work on my arms, then my chest. As he
worked my small, almost nonexistent pecs while standing above my head, I
could feel his hard dick next to my left ear. My cock took a jump, then
another as I realized what was there beside my head. Moving back to my side
he rubbed and pushed at my stomach as he worked his way down my
midsection. As he moved lower his hand grazed my throbbing organ. He seemed
not to notice. I sure as hell did!

Pausing, he applied more lotion to his hands. He then placed them gently on
my shaft and balls. I jumped with a start. My already hard dick was at once
in ecstasy! My hips started to buck and writhe as his hands enveloped the
only piece of my body that now occupied my mind. As he gently caressed my
love organ, my thoughts were maddened, as all I desired was to explode into
oblivion.

"Oh yeah, make me cum!" I groaned loudly through clenched teeth.

His hand tightened and began to pump my shaft at an ever-increasing pace.

I lost all reason as my entire being was centered on the feelings shooting
through my body. My cock became rock-hard and my muscles tensed as my back
rose off the table.

"Aaahhh! ....AAAHHHH!....AAAAHHHHH," escaped from my mouth again and again
as my cock spewed forth its life producing nectar.

At last, spent, I collapsed on the table, a still, limp form drained of all
tension.

Charlie wiped his hands on a towel, then bent over me placing his lips on
mine, kissing me gently before rising up and looking into my eyes.

"I hope you feel better now," he said smiling.

"You're wonderful!" was all I could manage.

"Let's sit in the sauna for a few minutes, then take a plunge."

"I'll follow you anywhere," I promised dreamily.

Charlie laughed.

"Be careful what you wish for," he advised as he helped me off the table.

Grabbing two towels he wrapped his free arm around me and walked me to the
door leading to the sauna. The dry heat hit us like a blast furnace as we
entered and sat down on our towels over the wooden bench slats. In mere
seconds, I was sweating profusely. I closed my eyes and the heat soaked
into my now relaxed muscles. It seemed that only a minute or two had passed
when Charlie announced that it was time for our plunge. In a daze I took
his offered hand and left the small room. He led me to the plunge pool and
ordered me to jump in. The steam poured from my heated body as I stepped
over the edge.

"Damn!!! Shit!!! IT'S COLD!!!" I screamed as my pores slammed shut.

Charlie laughed as he jumped in beside me.

"I want out!"  I shouted as my overheated condition quickly changed to a
chill.

"Okay, everybody out," Charlie said as he leapt out of the frosty
fridgidarium. Reaching down for my hand, he hauled my freezing ass from the
water, standing me up next to him. My normal 4 ½ - inch limp dick seemed
barely visible. Charlie's was in like condition.

"Everyone in the shower!" Charlie commanded as he pulled my hand and
quickly had me running around the corner and into the shower room. Quickly
turning the knobs and adjusting the shower temperature, Charlie pulled me
under the spray wrapping his arms around me. We kissed again."

"Thank you," he said softy as we kissed.  He again pulled away; turning on
another shower, then grabbed the soap and began working up a lather that
highlighted his gorgeous torso.

I stood dumbfounded, thunderstruck at all that had transpired in the last
hour.

"Ya better scrub up," Charlie instructed. "Jeff should be back soon."

"Jeff....oh yeah..... Jeff." I said trying to clear my mind. I grabbed the
soap and began scrubbing my body, quickly finishing with the wash. I next
took shampoo and applied some to my hands, rubbing it into my hair until a
foamy cap covered my head. Rinsing off, I watched as the white suds swirled
down the drain. My skin felt squeaky clean without being dried out. I
stepped from the room, not having noticed that Charlie had preceded
me. Grabbing a towel I dried myself off and as I did so I noticed that
Charlie had already dressed and was talking to Jeff, who had returned with
clothing for me.

"How was it Buddy?"  Jeff asked with a smile.

"Unbelievable is the only word!" I exclaimed. "Charlie is out of this
world! Can we keep him?"

Both guys laughed.

"Maybe you'll invite me back sometime," Charlie suggested.

"I wish you wouldn't leave," I entreated. "I feel bad because I didn't make
you cum too."

I blushed as I realized I had just told SJ what we had done.

"Life's a bitch, my young friend," Charlie said with a wink. "Besides, my
boyfriend would get jealous if I came home drained of the protein he needs
for happiness."

"You've got a boyfriend? You're gay?"

"In every way," Charlie replied. "Besides, with Jeff here, you sure don't
need me."

"I... uh... I..."

Jeff and Charlie roared with laughter at my confused state.

"Well, I've got to go," Charlie announced.

"I'll show you out," SJ offered.

"Thanks Jeff. Bye Chris. I really enjoyed our session."

"Me too," I answered. "You'll never know how much. Thanks."

With a wave, Charlie followed Jeff out of the locker room, headed back for
the main house. I quickly put on my underwear and shorts and rushed to the
door to see the two guys walking side-by-side across the pool deck. I
noticed Jeff reaching into his back pocket and extracting his wallet,
removing several bills and handing them to Charlie, who smiled as they
disappeared into the house.

`It was for money!' The thought burned in my mind. Shaking my head I chided
myself for being so stupid. `Of course it was for money, ya dummy!'  What
was I thinking?  Great looking hunks don't go around giving far-out
massages and jacking off teens just for fun.'  I felt a bit let down, yet
reason prevailed and I accepted the world's reality as I returned to the
locker room to finish dressing.


JEFF's POV

`That was quite a show,' I thought as I gave a final wave to Charlie while
his small car passed through the gate and turned onto the street.

Pressing the button on the gate opener, the large iron gates again swung
shut as I turned to go back into the house. Returning to the family room, I
saw Chris leaving the pool building and approaching. I stepped over to a
sofa and sat down. Chris entered the room and walked over to where I was
sitting.

"Why did you do that?" he asked.

I wasn't sure if he asked that happy because I had or angry.

"Didn't you enjoy it?" I answered a question with a question.

"You know I did, but I wish you had told me in advance what you were
planning."

"Would you have agreed to it?" I asked.

"Probably not," he admitted, "but it would have been the right thing to
do."

"I knew you'd be tired and your muscles would be aching. I thought it would
be a treat. I'll bet you didn't think about how much you were hurting,
once."

"You're right about that!" he agreed. "God! Charlie was incredible!"

"Yeah, he's a great guy, and super-cute too. Too bad he's got a boyfriend."

"How do you know him?" Chris asked.

"Uh... I don't know if I should tell you this, but he once dated my
sister."

"What! He dated your sister?  You have a sister?"

"Yeah, her name is Amanda, but we call her Mandy and she's in the east for
the summer acting in a repertory theater. She does that when she's not
attending college. I'm sure you'll meet her before the summer's over."

"Okay, I understand about her," Chris said, "but Charlie has a boyfriend!"

"Yep, he does. I was more surprised than you when I found out. I was
browsing on the Internet and saw his ad. I about fell over. One time when
my parents were out of town, I had him over to give me a massage. I think
he about fell over when he got to the house and realized who I was. He came
in anyway and we talked. He admitted to being gay, but felt that it would
hamper his acceptance at school if he was out, so he pretended to be
straight and dated girls to keep people from thinking that he was gay. He
was careful though to not lead girls on, since he really didn't want to get
involved. I don't think he went on more than three dates with my
sister. She liked him, but then she likes all men."

"Another surprise! You had Charlie over before?" Chris asked.

"Yes, but I asked him this time to act like we'd never met."

"Why?"

"Because I knew I'd get the `third-degree' like I'm getting now," I
responded.

"Oh," Chris said sheepishly.

"Don't worry about it," I continued. "Are you ready for some breakfast?"

"Breakfast?  Yeah, I'm starving. By the way, where's Frank?  I'd have died
of embarrassment if he'd caught me with Charlie."

"Frank's off today, as is Jenny our maid. The `rents are gone for the day
too. I knew it all yesterday or I wouldn't have had Charlie over."

"That's a relief!"

"With Frank it doesn't' matter. He has his own partner, and knows I'm gay
too. Jenny is a different matter. She has one of the two apartments over
the garage and lives there with her boyfriend. She doesn't come in the
house on her day off though, so I wasn't worried."

"Frank's gay?"

"Rainbow colored," I replied. "He and his partner Paul are great guys. We
get along well. When the `rents go to Europe, you and I will have them over
for dinner."

"That would be fun," Chris agreed. "If Frank's off, who's going to fix
breakfast?"

"We're going out, silly. There's an IHOP only a couple or three miles
away," I responded. "Then it's off to the Club for your second golf
lesson."

"God! More exercise!" Chris lamented.

"Heh, heh," I laughed. "Wait until tomorrow. We're going to be working out
in the exercise room after a short rest from our run."

"I can't wait," Chris said tongue-in-cheek.

"I'll bet," I replied with a wink. "Let's hit the road."

CHRIS' POV

Breakfast was sure good.  All that running had me starving and the delay of
the , massage had my stomach chewing on my backbone. I love IHOP. Of course
eating out anywhere is a special treat for me. We almost never ate out when
I was at home. Hell, I'd only had two Big Mac's in my entire life! We just
never had the money for that luxury. Anyway, the breakfast was wonderful! I
had two eggs, bacon, toast, potatoes, and two pancakes, along with orange
juice, milk and coffee. I was stuffed by the time I got done. SJ had a
Belgian waffle, smothered with blueberries. I had no idea what a Belgian
waffle even was. At home we never had waffles, Belgian or any other
kind. Usually we just had cereal. Occasionally we'd have oatmeal, or once
in a while, pancakes. It was all I knew how to fix. I wonder who's cooking
now. Even though the other kids kept the house up, I did the cooking half
the time. My mom cooked dinner only, and that was only when she wasn't too
far along in one of her pregnancies or had a new baby at home. Yikes!  I
can ramble on about nothing!

After breakfast, Jeff drove us to the club where I had my second golf
lesson. It was not as discouraging as the first one, even though I was far
from good. At least I hit the ball most of the time, even if it just rolled
off the practice tee. Chris was nearby hitting balls. When I got a minute I
watched him. He is awesome!  When he hits the ball with his driver it just
disappears from sight. I'll never be that good if I live to be a hundred.

When the lesson was done, Jeff insisted that we hit more balls. We were
there an hour more and a guy that worked at the club kept bringing out
balls if my stack became low. Chris noticed that my hands were getting sore
and gave me a glove to wear. It seemed strange because you only wear a golf
glove on one hand. It helped though. I had a couple of very red spots on my
hand when we finished, even with the glove. I hoped they wouldn't turn into
blisters.

After finishing with the practice, Jeff had another surprise for me. We
went shopping again!  I about fell over when we went to the Dell store to
look at computers. It's a good thing that he knows what he's doing. He
decided that we should order one over the Internet so we could customize it
to our (his) liking. After about a half-hour there we again got in his car
and went to the Mall where he got me an IPOD and a cellular telephone. Now
I'll have music whenever and wherever I want and can keep in touch wherever
I am. After going there we went home and got on his computer and called up
the Dell site. 30 minutes later we were done. It would take about three
weeks for the computer to arrive but at last I had my own on its way. I was
so excited that I didn't quite know what to do.

We ran out again for a quick lunch, then returned home where Jeff spent an
hour practicing the piano. Before he started he took me into his room and
got me on the internet. At first I was lost, not being familiar with his
provider, but with a little guidance I began surfing the web using Google
to explore. Of course I found a bunch of gay sites, but the one that
interested me most was Nifty, probably the largest site for gay writers. It
seems that I only got started when Jeff returned. I stopped reading
reluctantly, which Jeff must have realized because he invited me to use his
computer whenever we weren't doing something. He then asked if it would be
all right if he went somewhere alone, saying that I could continue to use
his computer while he was gone. Realizing how I had monopolized Jeff's time
since the moment I met him, I immediately agreed.

"Jeff, you don't have to entertain me," I offered. "It's more than enough
that you've given me a place to stay. I'm eternally grateful, but I don't
want you to give up anything you had before for me."

Jeff smiled at me before replying.

"Chris, you're the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. I've
enjoyed every minute with you, and plan on enjoying a lot more. I think
that we would agree though, that we each deserve a little space now and
then to do whatever we want. I know that I want, and I'm sure that mom and
dad do too, for you to feel free here. This house is now yours too. You
don't need permission to raid the refrigerator, to take a swim, or even to
go wherever you want. You know when dinner is and it's polite to let Frank
know if you're going to be gone for a meal, but you are not required to be
here if you have other plans. Just let someone know. You're afraid that
you're taking too much of my time. I can assure you that it's not so. It's
the other way around. I need to give you some space to breathe."

"Thanks Jeff. I must admit that you've had me in a whirl since we met in
the park. It seems like it's been non-stop. Don't get me wrong, I've
enjoyed it thoroughly, but you're right. A little time to catch my breath
is appreciated."

"Good!  I'll be back in an hour or two," he said. "Feel free to do what you
want. I'm sure Dad will want to talk to you at dinner," he added, "so plan
on being around then, unless you have something very important to do
otherwise."

"I'll be here. Come back whenever you want. I've nowhere I need or want to
go, so I'll be here, probably reading on your computer."

When Jeff left I was going to go back to reading, but instead just pushed
the chair away from the keyboard and sat thinking. The room was still with
just the sound of the computer tower making a slight whirring sound. I
looked around the room. This was Jeff's room, it suddenly occurred to me.
I thought back to my impression of him before our meeting in the
park. Before that meeting I was in awe of him. He was handsome, rich,
popular and had everything I wanted and wanted to be. Now that I knew him,
I knew he was a lot more. He was a good and caring guy, a real guy, not the
icon I had imagined. The realization of my fantasy of being with the guy
Jeff Richards, was so different than I had imagined. In my dreams I
imagined that we'd have wild sex where he would dominate me with his power
and will. In reality, he was so much more genuine than I'd imagined, that
it seemed like a different guy. Second, he's not made any overture of
anything sexual, even though he admitted to being gay. I wondered if he
didn't find me at all attractive, or if he just felt that I was a
brother. I didn't know. I did know though, that I was more than attracted
to him. Even when Charlie brought me to the heights of ejaculation, the
thought of Jeff had raced through my mind. I was afraid I was falling in
love, and the fear of what that kind of relationship could mean to my
tenuous welcome in his house filled my mind. Here I had everything I
dreamed of; including the man of my dreams, but the thought of losing all I
had gained made me afraid to be honest with Jeff about how I felt about
him. I decided to continue to play the cautious route and just let the
chips fall where they may. I wouldn't initiate anything with Jeff. I'd just
play wait-and-see. One thing I was sure of though: his friends were right
when they named him Super Jeff.

I continued my thinking, going over all that had happened during the
morning. Jeff was full of information, and even more full of surprises. It
seems that I was caught flat-footed at every turn. All the stuff about
Charlie, about SJ having a sister, and about Charlie dating her had blown
my puny mind! Even more surprising was Jeff admitting to have had Charlie
over before. I wondered what else Jeff hadn't told me.

I turned back to the computer and picked up on a story I'd found on Nifty
there. It was a story called Ron and Bryan. It was an interesting story
even though it was about guys, the youngest of whom was Charlie's age, not
mine. Hmmm, maybe I had some things to look forward to. One of the main
characters was a guy by the name of Ron Turner who had lots of money. There
was some hot sex in the first chapters, but the story line grabbed
me. Maybe the story would give me some insight as to how guys with money
think. I just hoped that it wouldn't be non-stop sex, because even though I
liked sex in a story, it reminded me that I didn't have a boyfriend,
although I hoped that my relationship with SJ would eventually head in that
direction.

Going back, I finished through chapter five before deciding to take a
break. Accidentally pressing the `X' in the screen's upper right-hand
corner, I was out of Nifty and back on AOL. I clicked off the ISP, going
back to Jeff's main screen on windows. I wanted to see what programs he
had, even though I knew that I wouldn't know what half of them might
be. Glancing at the icons displayed there I ran the pointer over
them. Little lines of explanations would appear if the pointer remained
there for more than an instant. I saw one that looked like a lock. I moved
the pointer to it and the little message line said, `household security'.
`Hmmm' I thought, `maybe this is something I should know about. I mean I'd
hate to set off any alarms, especially if I were here alone.' Surely the
family would have told me if there might be a problem, but I should check.

Clicking on the icon, I saw a menu. There was a list of subjects. I pressed
the one that said `cameras' and up popped a screen showing various
locations around the property and several around the house. Then it caught
my eye. `Pool house' it read. I highlighted the line by moving the cursor
to it and pressed it. The screen showed a picture through the last camera
chosen. On the screen appeared a picture of the locker room.

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