Date: Wed, 04 Sep 2013 09:31:32 +0100 From: tom Subject: Brief encounters C 126 Brief Encounters - the ever continuing saga... eekkk! First the mandatory warnings and disclaimers - basically don't read this if the naughty sexual exploits of young teenage schoolboys do not appeal. The characters depicted are fictional and not intentionally based upon any one person... although, if you do suddenly find yourself in the middle of the story just think how lucky you are! This is ostensibly a work of fiction, albeit with a few memories from my own school days plus some of the many invariably unspoken fantasies which I and my "best friends" would only ever rarely admit or allude to when we were at that very special, trusting and certainly innocent age. Today, it's very hard to imagine what it was like without the internet to immediately help conjure up fantasies based on images, webcams, stories or chat. Our sex lives were entirely dependant upon a very fervent imagination and thus being able to create our own fantasies usually based on friends and what we saw happening beneath the desk or in the changing rooms! I make no excuses for the fact that underwear features prominently in this story, because quite frankly it did, it was a very visible and tangible connection between us and our ever developing fascination with sex! It's important to remember that other than the very rare sexual extrovert, we never dared mention the subject because we were just too embarrassed and nobody understood what was happening to us anyway! You might call it a story about the age of discovery - usually in bed - or if you shared a bedroom with a brother, then discovery would be in the bathroom! Do note, at the time of writing the story itself is not finished and for better or worse, it has now turned into a work of some length but I will regularly post updates and there are more than enough pages written to keep it going! Nifty require a text file so if the formatting or punctuation go slightly up the creek you now know why! And, also during the writing for various reason I have had to change character names, so I hope for continuity they are now correct! Finally, I hope you enjoy it and please, please do let me have any comments or suggestions and for some of you I it might even jog a memory or two, three if you are lucky... I would be intrigued to learn! Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm ******************************************************************************* >>>>>>>>>>> #################################################################### Chapter 126 – "I'll just get his inside leg.." "So, wot did he say then dad?" Art looked up glad of the excuse to stop work. Work, actually being an euphemism for doodling since the overdue geography homework wasn't going at all well without the mandatory text book which he'd left at school. "Well.." Ted closed the door and walked over to sit on the bed only to stop and look in surprise as for once it had been properly made. "Did you make this bed?" he asked in disbelief indicating towards at the neatly folded covers. "Nah, mum wunnit, it's wot all the fuss is about innit?" "I suppose so," he sighed, "and all this on the only day when I was able to come home a bit earlier. I could do without it to be honest." "Sorry dad." Art looked up. "But wot did say dad? Wot's he doing now?" "Doing Now? Right now, he should be on his way to apologise to mum. And, I can tell you he's not getting any pocket money this week and that's not to mention the few words we've had regarding ejaculation!" "Oh, all that! Hell!" Art pulled a face. "Eeek!" "Yes, hell indeed!" Ted smiled. "Now listen, you know in this family when something has been dealt with, well then that's the end of it. So Simon has to accept that, apologise to you and you should let that be an end to the matter. Agreed?" "Yeah, alright. But I still wanna know why he did it in my bed?" "Why did he do it, well that's one question. But to be honest what's really got me is that he lied to put the blame you," Ted looked Art, "he's tried to explain why he did it, but frankly I got lost and I'm not that sure he knows himself!" "Dad," Art looked confused, "so what does that mean?" "I haven't got a clue!" Ted smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "But I don't think he'll be behaving like that again in a hurry." "Oh. I thought he had a sorta reason to do it." "On the contrary, I think it just seemed like a good idea at the time. Whatever, he's going to have to apologise to you so maybe you can make some sense of it when he does." said Ted. "However since we are on the subject, I do want to put the whole thing in context so you can see why mum lost it." "Oh, wot in context?" Art sounded wary if it involved him. "Wot, d'you mean?" "Without wishing to put too fine a point in, we both know a few weeks back mum very close to losing it with you wasn't she? Now can you remember why?" "Oh no, not that, you mean.." Art was beginning to look rather pink, "when we used to talk about, about.. doing things!" "Precisely. She had thought lately you'd finally stopped doing those things and grown up a bit. So she was very disappointed to find something nasty waiting for her in your bed, just as she had found so many times before." "And so, well don't rub it in dad!" Art forced a smile, it was still embarrassing no matter how many times they had discussed the subject. Ted smiled at Art's unwitting pun. "Ooww!" "So, after putting up with you, can you imagine her reaction on finding that Simon was also ejaculating over everything in sight. Meaning that whichever bedroom she goes into she will probably be presented with something unpleasant on, under or in the bed!" he paused. "Sorry to be so direct, I don't mean to embarrass you." "Under?" the smile disappeared as Art turned bright red having always assumed that under the bed was still a safe place to hide items of a distinctly personal nature. "D'you see why her patience snapped?" Ted ignored Art's obvious embarrassment. "Yeah. But you, you mean, he's making as much, uumm.. mess as I did?" muttered Art unhappily. His mind flashing back to being thirteen again when his bedclothes were impregnated at least twice every night and that didn't include any extra curricular servicing of his underwear fetish nor pre-school morning accidents! "You might think that impossible, but as mum will confirm, yes he is and he thinks nobody has noticed!" Ted smiled. "Look Art, I've said not trying to embarrass you, I'm just telling it as it is. That wasn't however, quite as I phrased it to Simon just now!" "Oh I see." Art rather surprised at his fathers bluntness. "But, why do it in my bed?" "Ah, as I said that was hard to grasp," he sighed, "however, as regards sex I assume you two as brothers have no doubt discussed or even uumm..." "Wot! You mean have..." interrupted Art again flushing a brilliant shade of red. "Quite probably, but I'm not interested. The point is that Simon and I had what you might call a very forthright talk," said Ted, "and the one thing I did learn which you probably don't realise, is that Simon looks up to you, he does. He really worships you. And, I suspect he thinks you and your apparent insatiable sexual appetite are a great role model." "Wot? Me inflatable wot? He worships me?" now Art was really confused not say a little flattered. "And a wot, a role model, wot's that then?" "Art to put it very bluntly," Ted had quite enough of being tactful for one afternoon, "very bluntly, he thinks the sun shines out your ass and your sexual antics are to be copied." "Oh no! Wot does he know?" Art was indeed embarrassed. "Art, I really don't know what he knows, but I do know I've had enough for today. See if you can get some sense out of him when he comes to see you." Ted got up and headed for the door. "Please don't upset him, he's only just calmed down." "Dad wot do I say to him?" counselling wasn't really in Art's remit. "Let him do the talking." Ted got up and made for the door. "Please, just don't wind him up too much when he comes to apologise, we don't need any more tears as he's had enough hard lessons today already." "Dad." Ted turned and smiled, "Yes." "Nothing." Andy having left James' house wearing the string briefs had cycled home with the sperm soak centre panel pushed by the bicycle saddle as far into his crack as it would go. Overcome with so many pleasurable thoughts and sensations he was convinced his erection must have swelled to the size of Big Ben and was really looking forward to taking himself to task again when back in safety of his bedroom. Swinging across the pavement and into the drive he was surprised to see his mother who appeared to be waiting for him by the front door. "At last," she said looking at him, "I was beginning to think you'd had an accident or something." "No, uumm... I went home with James first." Fiddling with the rucksack he delayed getting off the bike, wearing no blazer he was convinced the bulge in his trousers would be obvious and the rucksack could, as so often happened act as a disguise. "That's alright, but now come on, leave your bag inside and we've got half an hour." "Half an hour for wot?" he asked looking puzzled. "We're going to Willoughby's." "Wot, willy who? Mum who? I dunno wot yer on about!" he mumbled, strategically holding the rucksack in front as he dismounted the bike. "You know, that large gentleman's outfitters off the High Street, it's not quite five and they close at half past so if we hurry we can be there in ten minutes or so." "Oh no! Mum, d'you mean that awful posh shop that's full of uniforms and all that stuff?" his face fell, but his erection stayed up. "Oh mum, no, why? Not with that awful old bloke who serves, you know how he looks at all the boys, everybody says so." "No he doesn't, now don't be silly." "Yes he does! He did last time and all me mates say so! I don't wanna be alone with him." Andy scowled. "Why we gotta go anyway, we usually goes to Marks and Sparks for me stuff." "Now don't be silly he's not that old at all. Andrew now stop arguing, times running out." from the tone of voice there was to be no more arguing. "We're going because they've just had another delivery of those grey school trouser seconds and they sell out very quickly." Andy pulled a face. "Mrs Douglas told me earlier and she'd just bought some for her boy Ian. This batch are half price so I'll get two pairs of good school trousers for the price of one and there's really nothing wrong with them." "Hhmm.." half price or not, Andy was far from impressed, but had little choice. "Where's your blazer?" she looked him up and down. "In me bag." "All crumpled up I again suppose! Well we haven't got time to sort that out, so just leave the bag in the hall and you'll just have to go as you are." Without either bag or blazer to hide his trousers the bulge was obvious, he just hoped the briefs would unstick themselves and fall from his crack to allow him to walk relatively normally. "My god, what's been split over those trousers now?" The eagle eye had just noticed the numerous damp patches and stains. Like other mothers of a sensitive disposition Judy had conditioned herself not to make any connection between adolescent bulges, stains or other trouser related matters however blatantly sexual. That view reinforced having inadvertently caught Andy literally with his pants down in the bathroom several months attempting to fill the basin with spunk. Since then she had found it to be less embarrassing to simply pretend that he wasn't the chronic masturbator he really was and ignore all evidence to the contrary! "Oh," he looked down to see in both protuberance and stains, understandably blushing as he did so, "oh, oh that. It happened at dinner time, things got split that's all, I think it's dried custard!" "Don't they let you use knives and forks at that school! You look a mess, never mind come on let's go before they close." clutching her handbag she set off at a brisk pace towards the High Street. Andy very unenthusiastically followed behind, his pubic hairs sticking to the string underpants which coincidentally were also still wedged firmly between his buttocks. Established around 1910 as a gentleman's outfitters Willoughby's had done handsomely out the two world wars selling mess kit to the armed forces. In latter years it's fortunes had waned, but had by chance then discovered the lucrative market for the myriad of school uniforms that were required and now had a large captive local market. There was however no escaping it's beginnings, so in addition to the school uniforms and menswear it was still possible to buy wing collars and studs all so neatly filed away in the original mahogany drawer units. "Good, they're still open." Judy made straight for the brass handles on the glazed double doors. "Great." said Andrew under his breath. Looking at his refection in the shop window he had to admit the bulge in his trousers really did look very impressive even if his erection was flagging a little, eventually though his eyes wandered to the unexciting contents of the double fronted shop front. One half was devoted to school uniforms and was full of blazers, shirts, raincoats, trousers and even broad striped rugby shirts. The other half was filled with hacking jackets, check shirts, cavalry twill trousers and assorted regimental ties. The tone was set. "Andrew, come on." Judy impatiently held the door open for him. "Madam?" Mr Banks appeared to slide into view from nowhere having had made an art form of being as oily as he was subservient. "May I help?" Andy flinched. It certainly was the same creepy old man who he was convinced had eyed him and put a hand on his bottom up the last time they went in. Old, in Andy's eyes being anyone over thirty with this particular old man being positively geriatric in his mid fifties. Starting work in the shop on leaving school, Mr Banks had quickly developed certain tendencies and revelled in the opportunity to serve the all male clientele, particularly the boys requiring school uniform. Once standing inside the shop with his rather recalcitrant erection and feeling as though he were the centre of attention, Andy had a horrible feeling that he was being not so much watched, as visually undressed. As if to confirm it when he glanced around it appeared Mr Banks was quickly averting his eyes. Meanwhile, Judy being over awed by the extensive range of Edwardian polished wooden drawer units, glazed display cases and counter tops had felt it necessary in such august surroundings to submit to the class system that the shop had once championed and apologise for Andy's dishevelled appearance. That apology was something Andy thoroughly disagreed with as he was to tell James the next day, "Well it's only a fuckin' shop with a dirty old git flogging you some pants innit!" A smiling Mr Banks pointed them in the right direction and Judy began to search through the rack of trousers, it having been laboriously explained it wasn't Willoughby's usual practice to sell seconds and that these were only designated seconds because of labelling errors. It was of course merely a marketing ploy aimed at enticing the average uniform buying Marks and Spencer mother into the shop in the hope that they could be persuaded to buy other full price items. Andy looked around, like the two shop windows the shop itself was divided, one part for the school wear and the rest for gentlemanly requisites. No matter where he looked is eyes were always drawn back to the three grotesquely pink manikins or torso's to be precise, that were mirrored on the respective adult and school counter tops. On either of the long counters they were dressed in white vest and briefs from the ranges of Lyle & Scott, Wolsey and Aertex. What really caught Andy's eye was that the torso's on the school side were about the size of the average second year boy, such as Tom or Alex. It was though, the sight of the abnormally oversize bulge which totally filled the underpants that had the strange effect of bringing his erection rapidly back to life. Mr Banks took a certain interest in his display manikins and lovingly padded out the underpants on the smaller manikins with white tissue paper which unfortunately gave the appearance of them having genitalia that would embarrass a donkey! "Could you help a moment?" asked Judy who was struggling with the sizing of the garments on the rail. "A lot of these size labels don't seem to tally with the trousers here." "That's why they're seconds." Mr Banks smiled obsequiously and came out from behind the counter. "Of course, I've been here long enough the know garment sizes just by looking. So all we need are the waist and leg measurements of your son and then I can pick out what we have here." Measurements, that sounded ominous. Andy's ears pricked up, he stopped his furtive inspection of the Aertex briefs on the second year size torso, that being the one that seemed to possess a penis at least quintuple the size of his own. Only then did he realise all too late that ogling the manikins would have done little to reduce his erection. "Andrew, quickly," called Judy, "come over here a second. We need to measure you to get the right size." "Must I?" "Yes, come on, don't keep the gentleman waiting." "It's Andrew is it, well if you stand just here," Mr Banks gesticulated to a spot which conveniently put Andy out of his mothers direct line of sight, "it won't take moment. I'll do your waist first." Mr Banks stood directly in front with only a couple of inches between them making Andy feel even more uncomfortable. Looking down to put the tape measure around Andy's waist, Mr Banks paused for a second whilst he devoured the spectacle of the tenting spunk stained fly. Slowly he wrapped the tape measure around the slim waist taking every opportunity to manage to accidentally touch Andy in the process. Mr Banks was intoxicated by the sight and smell and took a very deep breath, the aroma of the semen which had soaked into the trousers from the string briefs was inescapable. "Hhhmmm... waist twenty eight." he said after clearing his throat. Having had such an intensive day sexually and stuck with an erection that refused to go down Andy was undoubtedly paying the price for appearing in Mr Banks' eyes to be extremely promiscuous. Puce with embarrassment and he just wanted to kick Mr Banks where it hurt and run out of the shop never to return. "I'll just get his inside leg." Andy thought Mr Banks' smile was more leer than smile. It was. "Thank you." replied Judy now so engrossed in looking through the rail of trousers that she had virtually forgotten about Andy's measurements. The rate of Mr Banks' breathing was definitely increasing, he had seen and lusted after many boys in the shop, but never one with such a blatant erection, a smell of semen or such obvious stains. Slowly kneeling down in front of Andy, he appeared to make no secret of the fact he was really savouring the smell and sight, being so close it was tempting lick the area around the fly. Andy though, had now closed his eyes and was ignoring the advances subtle or otherwise. That was until he felt a hand brush across the head of his erection to slip between his legs and fingers begin prodding around on the pretext of measuring his inside leg. "Stop it!" hissed Andy opening his eyes to see Mr Banks' face only an inch away from his damp and pungent fly. They both knew what was in the air, Andy feeling very awkward in that the state of his clothes and obvious erection had been taken as an invitation to Mr Banks. As a reflex he pulled back and barely refrained from putting a knee into the puffy face. "What was that Andrew?" Judy turned to see an embarrassed Mr Banks rapidly standing up and stepping back with tape in hand. Andy was looking as though he were about to commit murder and his earlier comment about the shop assistant flashed through her mind. "Uumm.. the waist." Mr Banks looked rather red, never before had he been openly challenged by one of his chosen victims, he cleared his throat, "Twenty eight again. I'll, I'll...uummm come over and see what's on the rack for you." "Are you alright?" Judy looked at Andy. "Yes." he replied curtly and turned away, still debating about running out the shop. To be fair, Mr Banks certainly could look at pair of trousers and ascertain the size, less than a minute later he selected three pairs for Judy to inspect. "Do you," she asked, "have a fitting room where he could quickly try them?" "Of course." Mr Banks had begun to recover his composure now that the danger of Andy complaining seemed to have receded, although it was obvious to both what had happened, "It's just over there in the corner, can you see the door?" "Oh," Judy turned to Andrew, "just nip and try them on, you can tell if they're too short or whatever can't you?" "Yes, alright." he replied not sounding very enthusiastic and reaching out to take the trousers whilst rather obviously avoiding any contact with Mr Banks. With Andy having started walking over to the cubicle, Mr Banks turned to Judy to latently pour some oil on any troubled waters. "What a nice lad." "I think he's had a very hard day at school." Judy smiled appreciatively. "I'm sure he has." Mr Banks checked to see his coat was indeed covering his trousers. "My assistant had to leave early this afternoon and I must make a quick telephone call in the office, so would excuse me for a minute and I'll be right back." "Yes of course, I'll just wait here for Andrew I'm sure he won't be long." Inside the cubicle Andy carefully locked the door with the bolt and looked around, there was nothing inside other than a chair, coat hooks, a full length wall mirror and a small heating grill. "Wot a dirty old fuckin' cunt!" he said angrily to himself. It seemed that the day's sexual activity would never stop. Now, the thought of undressing in a strange place had him rubbing his erection as he started to remove his shoes, finally reaching for his zip and allowing the spunk stained front of the string briefs to make a truly odorous appearance. With each change of trousers he took the opportunity to stand there in just the shirt and briefs to slowly massage his member whilst contemplating some form of retribution for Mr Banks' behaviour. Initially he had thought of ejaculating over the mirror, but then had an even better idea safe in the knowledge that Mr Banks would not dare try to apprehend him. On the other side of the partition wall, hidden behind a curtain Mr Banks was bent down and peering excitedly through the dummy grill. It had been purposely positioned to be at knee level to minimise the voyeur from being seen whilst maximising the sensory experience. A stout uncircumcised six inches poked from the Y-fronts beneath his open fly confirming that this was the most incredible voyeuristic experience he had witnessed in the shop. Mr Banks was no stranger to spying on boys, but Andy's uninhibited actions were in an altogether different league and without doubt of true command performance material. In fact, so good was the show that Mr Banks had broken his own rule and allowed himself to get his own cock to masturbate along with Andy. Having found that two of the three trousers fitted quite well Andy put them on the chair and started to put his own trousers back on. Instead of pulling them right up he stopped, faced the mirror, once again pulled his cock out and started to rub it with one hand as the other explored the string briefs still sticky with cum. Hidden, with his face pressed against the partition, Mr Banks was distinctly hot and bothered knowing it would only take a few shorts strokes before he would ejaculate, despite telling himself he should stop. Andy however, thought very differently and began to frantically rub himself knowing after all that had gone before that day it would take little to bring him yet again to a climax. Standing in front the mirror watching the fronds of sperm slide slowly the glass Andy took a deep breath and ran a finger across the glass before turning away to inadvertently show a wonderful profile view. Out of sight Mr Banks was unable to believe what he was seeing, nor stop what he was doing. Slick with precum his cock glided between his fingers while he pondered the incredibly arousing question of what was Andy going to do next? The next five seconds were crucial. Not only did he discover what Andy intended to do, but also had to contend with start of his own climax. Struggling to contain a deluge of spunk that poured from the purple head and threatened to engulf the trousers of his blue suit Mr Banks now realised why he had made the rule he had just broken! Nevertheless, he couldn't quite believe what he thought he was seeing next. With the mirror coated with semen Andy looked around, continued to stroke his erection and smiled to himself. Suddenly, a seemingly never ending stream of golden urine shot from his erect cock to be carefully directed over every surface including the carpet. He finished by taking direct aim at the ventilation grill completely unaware that only inches away was the face of his tormentor. Satisfied that the cubicle was going to smell of urine for quite some time he pulled his trousers up and walked out slamming the door behind him. "These two fit mum." he smiled as he handed over the trousers. "Good, well let's pay and get back so I can finish cooking the tea, dad'll be back about six." "Where's that bloke then?" Andy looked about. "He said he was on his own and had to do something in the back office, he should be back any minute." "We could just walk out." Andy grinned. "No, don't be silly!" Judy looked around to see him emerging from door at the rear. "Here he is." "Sorry about that." Mr Banks reappeared looking and sounding distinctly flustered. Quickly disappearing behind the of the safety counter with his suit jacket now showing flecks of something on the lapels he carried a cardboard box in front in an attempt to hide his bulging trousers. Keeping himself well hidden below the counter he nervously completed the sale of the trousers wondering if anything was going to be said. Andy made no comment, instead he just looked at him safe in the knowledge that though he had all but decimated the changing room, Mr Banks would dare not say anything lest it give his activities away. As they left the shop Andy turned, looked back and squeezed the front of his trousers leaving Mr Banks under no illusion that his activities were no longer a secret. "I think you are right, he is creepy." said Judy as they walked down the street. "Certainly is." "Andrew now be honest, did he uumm, did he, look at you or, or anything at all? I'll tell your father if he did." "Uumm," Andy paused, "nah, no more than he's done before. But I ain't ever going there again and I'm gonna tell all the kids at school to watch out for him." "Well?" Whether it was a statement or a question Simon wasn't sure, he looked nervously at Art knowing all was certainly not well. "The bed's over there if you wanna fuckin' wank over it again!" Art looked up from his incorrect geography homework and nodded towards the far wall. "Shut up." mumbled Simon looking at the floor. Having been subjected to a very down to earth lecture in honesty and acceptable ejaculation technique from his father, followed by having to make a very humiliating apology to his mother, facing Art was proving too much. "Oh don't start fuckin' crying!" Art sighed, he knew he was putting on a good act and hated reducing Simon to tears, but nevertheless had to teach him a lesson. "So why d'you fuckin' do it then?" Simon rubbing his eyes continued mumbling, although quite incomprehensibly. "For fucks sake stop that, I can't fuckin' understand wot yer on about. Now fuckin' talk to me proper!" "I, I wanted you." blurted Simon. "I, I wanted you, you..." "Wot? You wanted me? " Art pushed the chair back and started to get up which made Simon immediately begin to move back. "Where you fuckin' going now?" "You... you're gonna... no... no.." Simon dried up and looked at the door. Obviously it looked as though Art was working up to resolve the situation by violence, something he had never done before. "You silly little cunt, just fuckin' stay there!" said Art quickly standing between Simon and the door. "I'm not gonna fuckin' hurt you." Simon wasn't listening, it was all too much, far too much. Shaking, with tears running down his face he soon felt Art's hand, but it was to hold him not hit him. "Now, just fuckin' tell me why you did it. I know I was fuckin' mad, but I ain't quite so mad now." Art blinked. "Wot's it all that about then?" "Well, is there going to be bloodshed?" "No, neither of them have ever done that have yet they?" Ted looked over to Linda who was as ever preparing the tea. "Art's past the anger stage and seems a lot more interested in finding out why Simon idolise's him." "D'you think he will?" "If he does we'll never know though, will we?" Ted smiled "I think that sort of thing will remain between them won't it?" "You're probably right." said Linda. "Seems to me they can tell each other anything, pity my brother didn't go that extra mile." "Oh, you've never said that before," surprised, Linda put down the knife and turned to look at Ted, "what ever makes you think that." "I don't know really, just the way these two behave when they're together I suppose." "But aren't you seeing Pete over the weekend, you two always seem to get on fine." "Oh yes, we do but... oh, I don't know, that's family's isn't it?" he paused, "Now, good job you reminded me, I've got to see Pete to get that tent for Art's camping trip haven't I." "Oh Ted, we can't change what happened when we were younger can we?" she walked over and put her arm around him. "Come on, cheer up and just think of the poor teachers who have to look after that lot camping!" "You're right." Ted smiled. "Can you imagine it, he can't even fend for himself here at home let alone in tent!" "No! That's apart from the fact it's supposed to pour with rain next week," Linda laughed, "and, he proudly told me they were going to cook for themselves as well!" "I just can't imagine it." Ted laughed as well. "I wondered, you don't think we've been too hard on Simon especially after being in hospital and all that do you? I really don't want either of them to loose that spontaneity, it's what makes them what they are." "No, I don't. Ted, be honest, it's taken Art nearly three years to get himself under control. It was the thought of going through all that revolting washing business again with Simon that set this off." "I wonder how long it will last," said Ted scratching his chin, "if Art's performance is anything to go by, I'll give it two of weeks at the most!" "Two weeks!" exclaimed Linda laughing. "Ted, who are you kidding, if he takes after Art two days will be more like it!" ########################################################## Chap 127 to follow