Date: Thu, 9 Mar 2017 09:54:45 +0000 (GMT)
From: "rampage938@btinternet.com" <rampage938@btinternet.com>
Subject: THE JUDAS EFFECT  2

Chapter 2

The following Monday, Shane had a phone call at home. It was Rob
Latimer. "Hi, cock sucker," he said, quietly and casually. Shane's heart
thudded but he said nothing. He had decided he was not going to tell
Latimer that Tom and he were no longer mates, just two horny cadets who had
decided to get some elementary military experience before their
conscription papers arrived. Despite what had happened, Shane still had the
hots for Tom and was hoping things would soon return to normal between
them.

"Your arse still sore?" Shane was about to swear at him but Latimer
continued. "I want you to turn up early on Friday, say six o'clock. I've
got something for you. I don't want the others to know about it, OK? Apart,
that is, from your bum buddy Tom Mackenzie. By the way, I've sorted Tom out
regarding your indiscretion with him, so don't worry about him . . . and
don't worry about last Friday - you took that thrashing like a man. I was
proud of you."  There was a pause. Something - an odd tone in Lambert's
voice - made Shane keep the phone pressed against his ear. Lambert had
paused as if he expected some kind of response from Shane but none was
forthcoming. Ignoring the silence he continued. "I must ask you something
else, just between us two." His voice was quieter, deeper. "Promise you'll
give me a truthful answer."

"OK, Rob, if I can." What the fuck was coming now?

"Good. That wasn't the first time you'd sucked cock, was it?" Shane
hesitated. He could hear a comedy show on the tele in the lounge and Dad
laughing loudly at some would-be comedian's jokes. "Well?"

"No, it wasn't, Rob."

"I thought so. You were giving Tom a blow job like a hardened pro! He's no
slouch in that department, I can vouch for that." Latimer chuckled
quietly. "You enjoyed being punished, too. Didn't you?" Shane had to
reluctantly admit to himself that indeed he had rather enjoyed it. He had
given himself a whale of a time in bed later that night, a steamy jerk off
session that included shoving two fingers up his pulsing arse. He shot so
much jism into his pyjama bottoms they could have stood up on their own
once the sperm had dried!

"Yeah, I suppose I did."

"Suppose fuck! You even asked for more! Look, I've gotta go now but be
early on Friday." There was a click, then nothing but the burr of the phone
in Shane's ear.

He replaced the receiver slowly. He was puzzled and not a little
confused. What was the point of Rob ringing him up and talking about his
'indiscretion' with Tom? What did Rob mean by saying he could vouch for Tom
'in that department'? Was Rob trying to stir up trouble? Shane doubted it
as he knew the CWO was as honest as the day is long. He went back into the
lounge and Dad looked up as he sat down at the far end of the settee. The
comedy show was just coming to a finish.

"Everything alright, son?" enquired Dad. Shane came out of his dark reverie
with a jolt.

"Yeah, yeah, Dad. They want some of us to go in early on Friday. Six for me
and half past six for Tom and a few of the other older cadets."

"Oh, what for?"

"I don't know yet, Dad."

"They've not done that before. Must be something going on. You in trouble?"

Shane could not help wondering why it was that fathers always suspected
their sons of being 'in trouble' when someone in authority wants to see
them for reasons as yet unknown. His mind whirled. Hell, did the Old Man
suspect something? After all, Dad worked with both Rob's father and Tom's
two elder brothers. Had something slipped out in a careless moment when the
men were down at the pub for their Friday 'All Boys Together' session?

"No, Dad. I just don't know."

"Well, anyone else going in early?"

"Oh, Dad, leave the boy alone!" Mum to the rescue again. She had been
sitting quietly with her knitting, listening to them.

"No, its all right, Mum, honest. Rob's going, me and a couple of the older
cadets. But he didn't say why, that's all. I think they're going to start
giving us more responsibility in running the squadron."

Dad chuckled. "Reminds me of the Army during the War. The sergeant'd come
into barracks and say, 'Right, you lot. I want some volunteers - you, you
and you!' Usually somethin' no-one in their right mind would volunteer for,
like moving the piano from the NAAFI to the Officers' Mess, or paintin' the
coal heap outside the Other Ranks' Mess white for an upcoming inspection,
or somethin' equally daft."

The rest of the week dragged by as if it would never end. Shane could not
get Rob's odd phone call out of his head. Why did he want to see him on his
own? Why before parade? Shane gradually became more and more suspicious of
Rob's real reason for his odd request: had he enjoyed himself so much with
thrashing a strong, well endowed young man like Shane that he wanted a
re-run? Shane could not believe that. After all Rob was a sensible and
trustworthy Senior Cadet NCO with a helluva lot to lose if he stepped over
the mark. He would only give anyone another thrashing privately at the end
of the evening when all the others had gone, not at the beginning. Besides,
what excuse could he give for keeping a guy behind but no one else? Shane
was not on lock up that week - that duty had fallen to Alan and Gary - so
Rob could have no reason to expect Shane to stay behind for no apparent
reason. What the fuck did he want from him that he did not want the others
to know about? These and similar questions whirled and whizzed around his
brain all that week, at the timber yard as well as at home.

There was something else concerning the youngster. He had been waking up
each morning since the incident in the Community Hall with his usual raging
hard-on but . . . the cheeks of his arse tingled as if he had been belted
again during the night. All that weekend he had been unable to stop
thinking about that heavy leather belt cutting into him, the scalding pain
and furnace glow of his buttocks. It had been difficult to conceal his
desire to experience something like it again, both from Mum's sharp eyes
and the prying eyes of the girls in the admin office . He tried not to
wince when he sat down to meals or when he bent over too quickly to tie up
his shoe laces or to retrieve something that had fallen on to the floor. It
was not quite so difficult at work: some of the office girls giggled a bit
when he sat down a bit too quickly in the canteen one lunchtime and
winced. "Did 'er fingernails scratch that nice tight bum of your'n, luvvy?"
teased Myra, one of the bolder ones who happened to have a 'thing' for
Shane and had once tried to get him to ". . . drop 'em dear, and give us
all a big thrill!" This time, all she said was, "Teach you not to get it
too 'ard, I say!" The rest of them dissolved into gales of hysterical
laughter. Shane blushed furiously - if only they knew! His dick tried to
rise but he was strangled at birth under the table. For the remainder of
that week, Shane felt he was sitting on pins and needles. He could not get
Rob Lambert's strangely mysterious phone call to him out of his mind.

On the Wednesday afternoon he was doing some shopping in the local
supermarket for Mum on his way home when a voice behind him nearly made him
push his trolley into a pyramid of tomato soup cans, which were part of a
discount display! He turned round and saw Tom standing behind him with a
loopy grin on his face.

"Hi, Shane. Doing the shop, I see. Look, I just want to explain. . ."

"You don't have to explain anything to me, you shit. I thought my time with
the CCC was nearly up. I've had a phone call from Rob as well since
then. He was being all military and secretive and wants me to meet him
early on tomorrow down at the Community Hall, so I suppose I'll get my
cards then." He looked steadily at Tom for a few seconds, then growled,
"You fucking, lying, bastard." He moved off, pushing his trolley. Tom
quickly nipped round in front of him, making him come to an abrupt halt.

"Shane, please. Let me explain. I had to say something that would not put
anyone in a bad light. You were not to know that Rob and I had both
received our call up papers that morning. I've been accepted for the Army
Air Corps, and Rob is going to be in the RAF but not straight away. It was
crass of me to do what I did with you, and for that I am deeply sorry. When
Rob took the official line, he made me disappear quick to make what he said
to you one hundred percent convincing. I'm letting nothing out of the bag
when I ask you to please come down to the Community Hall tomorrow, when Rob
will give you the reasons why we had to act quickly. I am sure you will see
that it was the only way we had to ensure nobody was going to end up in
front of a fucking Court Martial."

Shane looked at him without expression and said in a cold voice, "Fine but
what about the thrashing he gave me? Was that part of 'The Plan'? That
caused me to have sleepless nights and the girls where I work sussed
something had been done to make me act like a schoolboy who'd been summoned
to the Head's study in disgrace. Now, if you don't mind, Tom, I've got to
get this lot home. Mum's waiting for it. Don't worry, I'll be there
tomorrow. Tell your 'friend' I will insist on having my say." He moved
swiftly to one of the check out points, paid the cashier, put everything
into a couple of plastic bags and left the store, just as a bus
providentially pulled up outside which would take him home. Tom was left
standing on his own, a look of sadness on his face. He had hoped Shane
would have calmed down by now, but he was obviously still angry about the
treatment he had received from a respected senior NCO and a trusted
friend. Tom continued to fret about his predicament for the remainder of
the week.

Shane went to work on Friday as usual and at lunch time he went to the
canteen and sat down in a far corner, hoping to be alone. He had hardly
taken his first forkful of food when Myra, the bane of his life, came over
and plonked her bum on the seat facing him. "Right, luvvy, what or who 'as
got up your nose. You've bin like a dog wot's swallowed a wasp. Is it
somethin' to do wiv them cadets you was on abaht earlier? Some of them are
a bit dodgy, I can tell you! That one who's supposed to be in charge. . ."

"Cadet Warrant Officer Lambert, you mean."

". . . yeah, whatever 'e's called. I know fer a fact 'e's a bit on the
queer side. There's been a lot of talk amongst us girls abaht him and his
little gang and them tryin' to get inside the junior's trousers. You just
take care of yerself when 'e's abaht. You listenin' to me?"

"Rob Lambert is a good man, as straight as they come, trustworthy, honest
and above all scrupulously fair. I won't hear a word said against him."

With an angry gesture, he pushed his plate of half congealed food away from
him. "You should take care of that gob of yours, Myra. It could get you in
to some difficulty if you're not careful. I'm off back to the
warehouse. There's a new delivery of timber waiting to be stacked in the
yard." He got up and stomped off, the dark anger on his face, his abrupt
departure and slamming of the door as he left caused some of the girls
behind the serving hatch to look at each other, pull a face and murmur,
"Temper, temper. What's upset a nice boy like 'im?"

So, even a slut like Myra had heard rumours and tittle-tattle about
Rob. Did the gossip and scandal mongering include himself, Tom, Gary, Andy,
Matt or Ben? Who else in the squadron was being talked about? Was he on the
list of suspected 'queers'? Then it hit him like a thunderbolt. Of course!
This is probably what Rob wants to talk to us about! He could not make it
too obvious and he certainly would not say anything while so many younger
cadets were there. Shane still had reservations about Tom, but the others?
Not on your life! Gary had regaled him and some of the older cadets a
number of times about his 'adventures' with the fair sex - in graphic
detail that made all of them get hard-ons. Yes, he'd sussed it out, that
was what was worrying Rob and no doubt he wanted to get the opinions of the
older chaps before tackling the issue with the Flight Lieutenant. Sorted.

On occasion, when work on a Friday was not too busy or onerous, the lads in
the timber yard were given the afternoon off and this was one of those
Fridays. Shane thought he'd find Tom and make things right with him again,
then he'd try his theory concerning the reasons for their early start that
evening on Tom. Both of them being almost eighteen and looking like
maturing young men in their twenties, they could go down to The Dog and
Kettle for a couple of shandies and no one would query them about their
age, ask to se their ID or give them a suspicious glance. Tom bought the
first round and as it was a very pleasant, warm afternoon, they sat outside
in the rear garden. It was quiet, of course, as most of the regular crowd
were still at work. Shane and Tom quickly sorted out their differences and
things were back to normal and that bit of nonsense was soon
forgotten. Then Shane broached the subject that had been on his mind all
week - why did Rob want them to come early to the cadet's meeting? Shane
quickly brought Tom up to date with what he'd found out from Myra and from
what others had let out when they were gabbling amongst themselves. Tom
said he'd heard something like that himself, but he hadn't for one minute
taken it seriously. Shane pointed out to him the strange behaviour and
remarks that he'd noticed and then said, ". . . and now, Tom, I think I've
sussed it. Think about it for a minute. Rob is worried sick that somehow
the authorities have been duped by scandal and gossip about their squadron
being in the hands of a group of poofs - that includes you, me and all of
our older teenagers - and that parents of younger guys are getting
agitated. Now, I'm going to take the line that yes, I like having sex with
men, but I'm not about to rape the kids. That's not my bag at all. I'm
hoping you think the same and that together we can persuade the older
cadets to be very, very careful about what they say and to whom they say
it."

Tom sat gobsmacked as Shane further explained his reasoning on the
matter. When he'd finished, Tom took a long swallow of his second shandy
and said, "Fuck me, Shane but you are the squadron's very own Sherlock
Holmes. I think you've got it about right but how the fuck you got there I
don't know. I'll back you all the way tonight, some of them won't like it
one little bit but they'll have to get used to it if they want to stay in
the squadron, preparing for the time when they'll be called up. We've all
had the official line on men like us - yeah, I'm one too, or didn't you
guess? - and the rigorous official way of handling these things if they get
out. Let's hope it will pass over like a storm in a teacup and things
settle down again. They always do, if people leave them alone." They
finished their drinks and jumped on to a passing bus back to Tom's house,
where he collected his cadet uniform and then ran up the road to Shane's
house.

Being a Friday, Dad was still at work. Mum had gone over to see her friend
Elsie as usual and would not be back for quite a while. The lads went
straight up to Shane's room and sat on the edge of his bed. He put a hand
on Tom's strongly defined thigh (not too high up mind, he did not want Tom
to think he . . .) and said he was going to take a quick shower and change
as he had to get down to the Community Hall by six o'clock, where he was to
meet up with Rob Latimer. He wanted just the two of them for half an hour,
but had not said why.

"Won't I be in the way if you two want to be private?" said Tom, putting
his hand on Shane's hand.

"Would you mind if I asked you to go round the corner to the canteen and
have your tea, or something? Rob was most insistent I keep everything under
my hat for now but I'll fill you in later, after the meeting. OK?"

"Oh, I suppose so." Tom's hand moved up Shane's thigh until it came
perilously close to the bulging crotch in his mate's jeans. Shane gently
picked up Tom's roving hand and replaced it further down on his thigh.

"Not now, Tom. Later, I promise. I'll tell Mum and Dad I've asked you to
stay over as we have to get up early tomorrow, or something.  I've got to
get a move on so I'll take a shower now and get rid of that fucking smell
of new sawdust and damp wood. I've got the latest copy of that gay mag you
like so much, why don't you have a gander at that and get nice and horny
for when we get together after the Community Hall?"

"OK, Shane. You're a bit of a prick teaser, you know and I'm feeling in
just the mood for some fun and games."

Shane chuckled and quickly undressed. He bustled around his bedroom totally
nude and picked up a towel as Tom settled back on the bed, making no
attempt to disguise the hard-on pushing up his jeans and ogling the naked
young man in front of him. It didn't help him when he noticed Shane's dick
was slowly getting harder and harder as he left the room to go to the
bathroom. Tom heard the rushing sound of water and Shane splashing
around. Tom stood up and undressed. He lay back on the bed and gently
fondled his balls as he waited for Shane to return, occasionally tweaking
his nipples so that he would be ready to have sex if Shane gave in.

When Shane returned he laughed when he saw Tom's tempting erection and
said, "Jeez Tom, that stomper is tempting but it's no good. Come on, we'll
be late if we don't get a move on and I don't think Rob would stand for
that. He seemed to think this was going to be a very important evening down
at the Community Hall."

"OK, Sir!" Tom leapt off the bed and stood to attention. Even his cock was
at full mast, pulsing slightly and a thin stream of pre-cum slid slowly
down the underside of his dick. Shane's resistance gave way and he knelt
down, took Tom's cock in his mouth and licked the spermy fluid off his cock
slit. He swallowed and moaned, "Mmmm! Delicious! That will have to be our
lot for now but I'm going to be waiting impatiently for tonight's capers to
finish and for us to get back here!"

Both lads got into their cadet uniforms and within the half hour were
making their way to the bus stop for the ride to the Community Hall. For
some reason, neither Shane nor Tom could get their semi-hard dicks to go
down and they had several giggles trying to hide their bulging crotches
from the other passengers, particularly three giggling young ladies
obviously going into town for a night at the local club. One of them turned
round and said, "You two goin' where we're goin'?" Shane almost crapped
himself when he recognised Myra. He just said they were going to their Air
Cadet weekly parade and he'd see her next week at work. Myra gave a kind of
grunt, tossed her head and turned back. The three gossips huddled together,
no doubt tearing Shane and Tom to shreds. The lads were glad when their
stop loomed up and they leapt off before the bus had come to a halt,
hurrying down the road to the Hall. "Silly buggers," they heard the driver
yell after them, "you could have had a nasty fall doin' that, stupid
fucking cadets! Bet you wouldn't jump out of a plane at 40,000 feet!"

As they got closer to the Community Hall they noticed Rob Latimer had Alan
Pargeter, Matt Muldoon, Ben Langney and Gary Logan with him, waiting
outside. Tom and Shane looked at each other, both thinking, "What the fuck
are they doing here?" As they walked up to where the others all stood, Rob
turned round and unlocked the main door of the Community Hall. He then told
the group to follow him inside but not to go into the main hall, where the
cadets usually did their drill and played indoor games. As they entered the
Hall, Rob caught up with Shane and Tom. Without a word being said, he
indicated to them to go into a small room usually used for group
discussions. Once inside, Rob closed the door and told the two lads to sit
down at a small table in the centre of the room.

"Right, you two. That was a close call last week when I walked in and found
you, Shane, giving Tom a professional quality blow job. I must ask you,
Cadet Dawson, have you ever been a rent boy?" Shane jumped up, forcefully
pushed the chair behind him away and yelled, "Who the fuck do you think you
are, Rob? No, I have not been a rent boy and never will be. I'm going home,
tell Dad about this harassment and ask him to consult his firm's solicitor,
Mr Quentin. I'll soon get to the bottom of all this."

"Don't be silly, Shane. You'll do no such thing. I called you and Tom in
here to give you some news that might put a different light on things. Sit
down and keep quiet, the pair of you." Shane pulled his chair forward again
and slowly sat down. Rob continued.

"First, today I have been officially informed that confirmation has come
through that Tom here has been accepted by the Army Air Corps as a recruit
and trainee commissioned officer. He will do his recruit training and
square bashing at one of the Army's top recruit training units, then on
passing out will be posted to an officer cadet assessment course, which
will incorporate an evaluation of his suitability as a helicopter pilot. On
successful completion of that, he will then be seconded to an RAF basic
flying training station in the north of England to learn how to fly a
helicopter. After that he will be posted down to the AAC's main location
for completion of his training and, if he successfully passes both the
theoretical exams and his solo flying performance, he will be given his
wings and his commission as a 2nd Lieutenant. We will be wishing you every
success, Tom and all I will say is, keep your pecker up and your nose
clean. Well done." He reached over to Tom with his right hand extended and
they shook hands. Shane was silent. Now he understood why Rob Latimer had
treated them like dirt the evening he found them 'at it', so to speak. He
also knew that Rob had handled a tricky situation brilliantly - and he was
only twenty-one years of age! No wonder he was a Cadet Warrant Officer! A
great many older men could not have done what Rob had done in keeping
everything under wraps. He wanted to apologise to Rob for doubting him, but
the words just would not come. Besides, he could see Rob had not finished
with them.

"Now to a different matter. I have my marching orders and will be leaving
to join the regular RAF and take up a posting to a large UK flying station
on the east coast. There is a delay because the appointment is to a new
post and it is taking longer than expected to set everything up. On
transferring, I shall be promoted to the substantive rank of corporal and
when I go, I want Shane here to be at least ready to help who ever takes on
my current job. I am pushing for you to be promoted to Cadet Corporal,
Shane, as I can see a glittering future for you in years to come as an NCO
of value. BUT . . . you must learn to control yourself and your feelings
for other guys. When your time here comes to an end, you may or may not be
accepted for full time service with the RAF. You must ensure you go to them
with a clean sheet - no dirty stains, no adverse reports, no sign anywhere
of your sexual inclinations - and that, I can tell you from personal
experience, is not easy. Yes, I am one of the brotherhood and I suspect
you've already sussed that, a bright lad like you. Don't be too obvious but
don't deny yourself. You have a lifetime of fun in that direction facing
you, but one wrong word or act can cause endless problems and trouble. Use
some discretion but don't lie to yourself. Right then, you two, let's go
join the others! As they're all members of the brotherhood this is one
occasion when you can let it all hang out!" With that, he opened the door
and they went through into the main room. To the surprise of both Shane and
Tom, there was a party going on and as they appeared everyone in the room
burst into applause and gave one or two cheers.

The party went on until their usual closing up time. Rob and Tom
disappeared after about an hour and when Matt asked Shane if he'd seen Rob
or Tom around, he guessed what they were doing and where they had
gone. "Don't know, Matt. I can guess, though. You know they're an item,
don't you? I'll leave you to work that one out. I'm off home, the last bus
is about due and Mum will be very worried if I'm not on it. Good evening,
though, eh? Why don't you come home with me and we'll have a sleep over. I
had asked Tom over but you can guess exactly what he's up to right now, the
lucky dirty sodomite."

Matt and Shane left the gang to their revels, feeling relieved that all had
come out well. Shane had been a bit shell shocked at first but had come
round to the idea of being a Cadet Corporal for his time with the
squadron. That would be something to tell Myra! Mum and Dad would probably
have some reservations if it came off, as it would mean he would be leaving
home for the first time in his life, other than going on camping
trips. Still, he was now eighteen and in the eyes of the law he was an
adult. It was time to put boyish things into the rubbish bin and grow
up. Next stop, recruit training - square bashing in military terms. Bring
it on, man! When the bus came in, they sat right at the back, their knees
touching. Matt was full of chat about the way events had turned out and
said, "I'm glad you and I have got back together, Shane. I've missed you
like crazy. Your Mum and Dad won't mind me staying the night, will they?"
Shane looked at Matt and said, "Course not, you silly bugger. They were
expecting me to be taking Tom home so they won't be put out. We can say
that Tom had to leave early because he's been accepted for the Army Air
Corps and he'll be off soon to start his recruit training and all that. I
have an idea that once we're safely ensconced in my bedroom, there just
might be a bit of hanky-panky, eh?" As he said that, his hand groped around
and homed in on Matt's bulging crotch, feeling the warmth of a solid
pulsating erection through Matt's thin slacks. He was sure that Matt was
not wearing pants and groped a bit lower to feel his balls. Matt leant back
and gave a quiet groan as his mate's hand tightened its hold on his gonads.

"Mmm, hope I don't disappoint you, Shane. I'm so excited that we're getting
together. I've had wet dreams about you for a long time and when you asked
me to go home with you I almost pissed myself. Oh, yeah, that's good, do it
again!" His dick had been squeezed hard and Shane had curled a forefinger
into the top joint of his thumb and flicked it hard against Matt's cock
head. There was a sharp pain which ran along the top of his cock, making
his cock slit produce a drop or two of pre-seminal fluid. Shane's finger
felt the damp seeping through the thin material of his friend's tight
slacks and rubbed his finger over Matt's wet cock slit. Matt gave a little
whimper and sat up, pressing the invading hand harder into his crotch. At
that moment, the bus pulled up at their stop and a few people, including
our two lads, got off and jogged down the road until they came to Shane's
house. He saw that the light was still on in the lounge and thought,
"Probably Dad still up, waiting for me and Tom. He won't mind it's Matt
instead, he knows him and they got on rather well. Mum'll probably be in
bed by now." He turned to Matt, "Just don't make too much row, Matt. I
think Mum's in bed. Dad is still up and no doubt waiting for us. He liked
you the few times you met him. Come on, my cock is getting rather impatient
and . . . my arsehole is twitching to feel your big dick fucking me silly."

When Shane explained where Tom was and what had happened, Dad took to Matt
and was pleasant enough. He surely could not have missed the bulge in front
of Matt's trousers but said not a word. The boys had a quick shot of whisky
with Dad and then went upstairs to Shane's bedroom. They did not put the
ceiling light on, just a small reading lamp by the bed. They fell into each
other's welcoming arms and kissed each other hard, rubbing against each
other and gradually undoing each other's buttons and zips, etc. Before long
they were down to their skivvies, the fronts of which were being pushed out
by their hard-ons. They fell on to the bed and continued kissing, running
their hands all over each other's bodies and ripping their flimsy pants
off. Before he realised what Matt was doing, Shane felt a finger massaging
the tense ring of sensitive muscle surrounding his arsehole, protecting it
from unwanted intrusion. No one had ever done that to him before and he
almost exploded. He lay on his back to allowing Matt to move in between his
legs. Matt's tongue licked Shane's pounding cock by running up its full
length from his balls to its head and down the other side, his lips sucking
the glistening cock head, which was being lubricated by his tasty natural
juices. His hands reached out and grabbed Matt's buttocks, pulling him
closer and closer while his fingers investigated what was hidden deep in
his crack. After these manoeuvres had been going on for a few minutes, Matt
whispered, "Let me eat your arse, Shane." The rest, as they say, I leave to
your fertile imaginations!

Next: Chapter 3

Laurie, 08/03/17