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15 HARTFORD
The story so far: Michael's mother recovers from a bout of high blood pressure and the two men realises that they have to change their meeting habits, agreeing only to reveal their relationship after Michael graduates. Michael's birthday comes along and he reveals something special.
Part 9 - A Birthday and A Wedding
"Can you fuck me too?" Martin asked, surprising Michael.
"if you really want to. We'll have to do this right, though. We'll need to prepare ourselves. I want to show you how to do it so that it all becomes part of the love making process. But first we have to empty our bowels. If you have any difficulty, I have something that can help. So into the bathroom. You first."
They eventually had their shower and Martin had an enema too. They kissed a lot whilst cleaning themselves. There was a lot of tenderness and love.
After the shower and the cleaning, Martin and Michael dried themselves and went to bed. They lost no time in getting their lips together. Within minutes their erections were pressing against each other. Their hands were all over each other caressing and loving. Michael decided that Martin should be the bottom first. The experience would serve as a guide as how to top himself afterwards.
To Martin, it seemed like a long time of preparation. Michael took pains to stretch Martin's sphincter muscles properly so that entry would be as painless as possible. When Michael entered Martin, he was lubed up and had a rubber on. Martin felt uncomfortable at first but then when Michael started to stimulate his prostate, Martin began to understand why Michael said it was an extraordinary feeling. He squeezed his muscles when Michael told him too and he brought Michael to a frenzy. Michael came with grunts, soft moans and lots of heavy breathing. That seemed to excite Martin more, but he did not reach his climax.
Then, instructed by Michael and his experience, he began to loosen Michael. Michael, having experienced it before, loosened his muscles rather quickly. Michael rolled a rubber on Martin's dick and spread a liberal amount of lubrication there. Martin, also coated the stretched sphincter with the lube. Then Martin entered in Michael. He did it slowly, taking his cues from Michael. Then he hit MIchael's prostate and Michael moaned. He knew what he was doing to Michael because he had just experienced it. As he moved in and out of Michael, he began to feel stimulated too. Michael knew when to squeeze and when to relax, prolonging his experience. In what seemed like hours, Michael brought him close and then stopped. At last Michael asked him to pump faster and harder. Martin was going into Michael until his pubic region was making slapping sounds with Michael's buttocks. Without warning, Michael started to spurt semen. His spurts coincided with the tightening of the sphincter and that brought Martin to his point of no return. Martin started spurting to, but into the rubber. When Martin finally stopped panting, he collapsed onto Michael, spreading Michael's semen between them.
Michael's lips found Martin's. He sucked the upper lip for a moment and then the lower. Martin was enjoying the sensation that Michael was giving. Then he felt Michael's tongue licking his lips. Martin opened his mouth and they invaded each other's mouths with their tongues. When they parted, Michael's semen was starting to dry. "We'd better get washed up again," Michael said finally.
As they got into the shower, Martin found out that it was close to one in the morning. They had been making love for at least four hours.
When they finally got to bed a second time, Michael said, "Thanks Martin for your birthday presents. The cuff-links and the love making."
"Thanks for teaching me how. From now on, love making would be a complete thing. I am going to send you to the heights."
"The heights, eh?" Michael chuckled. "I'll be checking how high I will go."
"You doubt me? Want a second round?"
"No, Martin, I am quite worn out and sleepy."
"I love you, Michael. Good night."
"I love you too, Martin."
They fell asleep with Michael behind Martin, like two spoons.
Michael woke up and felt his organ in something wet and warm. He did not have to open his eyes to know what it was.
"Feeling hungry, love?" Michael asked.
"Yes. When I felt you hard against my back I started getting hungry," Martin said, taking a break from his activity.
"You'd better stop first, I need to go to the toilet. You might get more than protein if you carry on."
Michael was released and he went into the toilet. Martin marvelled at the beauty of his lover. So masculine and loving.
Michael called from the toilet, "If you want that breakfast of yours, we might need to postpone it or have it in the shower. It is already eight. We don't want to be late for lunch at Mom's do we?"
"Of course not," Martin replied. He went into the toilet and stood in front of the toilet. Michael was already taking out the towels.
As he was peeing, he felt Michael's arms round his waist and there was a mischievous voice that said, "I think you need some help here." Michael's hands reached his dick and held it. It immediately began to grow. Michael expertly pointed it down so that it would not spray out of the toilet.
"Look what you've done!" Martin chided Michael playfully.
"I am sure it feels nice," Michael replied as he shook the organ to get the last few drops of urine out.
Martin turned around and planted a kiss on Michael's lips. Michael responded immediately and they were locked in an embrace of arms and lips. When they needed air, they released their lips. Michael shook his head as Martin wanted to kiss him again. "We cannot waste any time, you know."
Martin grinned. He got into the shower stall with Michael and closed the door. The shower had enough room for the two of them. They could even turn around, but bending down for some arse action was difficult.
Martin started to soap Michael, rubbing his hands against Michael's body as if he was scrubbing him but he was actually feeling the contours. When Martin was 'scrubbing' the chest, Michael let out a soft moan when his nipples were brushed. Martin also 'scrubbed' Michael's privates, making sure that it was all clean. After rinsing, Martin mouth engulfed Michael's dick and his hands fondled Michael's testicles. He could tell Michael was enjoying it because Michael was moaning and thrusting his hips slightly forward as if he wanted to push himself deeper into Martin's mouth.
When Michael said that he was coming, Martin released the organ and used his hands to bring Michael to climax. Michael came all over Martin's chest.
"Happy Birthday, Mike," said Martin.
Then, as the organ was shrinking, Martin put it back into his mouth to lick away any excess semen.
"That was beautiful," Michael exclaimed. "Now it's your turn."
Martin grinned, "You'd better wash properly, I made sure that you came over my chest so that I can feel your wonderful hands."
Michael grinned but said nothing. He knew what Martin wanted. Martin liked the way he massaged when he soaped. As he went about Martin's body, he noticed that his body was firmer. It was slight but because he had massaged Martin's body a few times already, he noticed.
"You've been working out, right?"
"Yes, for the past five weeks. I didn't notice any difference. How could you?"
"Your muscles are slightly firmer. The difference is not very noticeable but I can feel it."
"I told you I was flabby."
"Martin, let's not get into that again. I am starting to get aroused. If we go into that, I'd have no mood to do what I want to do."
"Sorry. I love what you are doing. Please continue."
Michael continued to massage Martin's body. Like what Martin did, just after rinsing, he used his mouth on Martin. Martin came with force. Michael did not release Martin's dick from his mouth but continued to swallow what Martin had to offer. Martin thoroughly enjoyed himself because he was being stimulated even during his orgasm.
They cleaned themselves up and got dressed. They had spent about an hour and a half in the shower.
Michael was surprised when the lunch turned out to be a party. His family had hid the surprise party well. Even Martin did not know about it. Both of them had agreed to say that they had gone to dinner and then to a pub and played a round of darts at a pub. Michael was genuinely surprised with the cake. It was an angel cake. His mother had remembered that he had asked for angel cake at his last birthday celebration when he was only twelve. He wept when he saw his present. It was a picture of his whole family of his last birthday celebration on one side and a montage of pictures of him, his mother, brother and sister from the past year. There were also special captions written for the pictures.
As they were eating the cake. The doorbell rang. Adam went to answer the door.
"Good afternoon," he greeted a woman at the door.
"Is Michael in?"
"Yes, won't you come inside." Adam showed the woman in.
Michael saw the familiar face of Sally. He exclaimed, "Sally, what a surprise!"
"I came to invite your family to my wedding." Then her eyes became wider when she spotted Martin. "Mr. McBain. You are here as well. I thought I saw a familiar car when my fiance was parking."
"Hello Sally." Martin was worried. He was afraid that she might discover that Michael and he were together.
Michael introduced Sally to his family and they congratulated her.
"Where is your fiance. There is enough of Michael's birthday cake to go around," Mrs. Watson said.
"Michael's birthday? Happy Birthday Michael. Many happy returns of the day." Turning to Mrs. Watson she said, "Oh no, Mam. Thank you very much. We are running late and we do have some more stops to make."
"Then why don't you take some cake and you can have them in the car." Mrs. Watson went to take two pieces of cake. Martin, feeling uncomfortable, retreated to help her. Sally watched in interest.
"You have to take the cake, you know. My mother does not like to take no for an answer. If you want us to be at your wedding, you'd better take the cake," Michael teased.
"In that case, I'll have to accept."
"The cake is very good," Charlene chipped in. "If you had come later, it'd probably be finished."
Martin came with a little bag and handed it to Sally.
"Here you are, Sally."
"Mr. McBain," Sally said, "I am sorry that I do not have your invitation. I had given it to Gabe and Ian. They said they'd be seeing you this evening."
"That's right. I'll see them at about five this evening. Thanks for the invitation."
"Well, sorry to grab and run. I've got to go. I'll see you at the wedding then?"
"Yes you will," Michael answered.
When Sally left, Michael asked Martin, "Who are Gabe and Ian. Where have I heard the name 'Ian' before."
"Gabe Duncan is the one who took over my place in the original plant when I was transferred to the city. Ian Fitzpatrick was with me the night I first came to the city."
"That night?" Michael asked.
Martin just nodded.
"Which night was it?" Adam asked.
"Oh ... ," Martin looked at Michael and then at Adam, "it was the night that I discovered a restaurant with good food but had extremely bad service. I told Michael about it some time ago."
Adam seemed to accept the answer but no one knew that Mrs. Watson had noticed the looks that Martin and Michael were giving each other. She thought it strange but kept quiet, but resolved to keep observing.
Martin got the invitation from Gabe when he visited the exercise club that evening. Martin was late. He was just coming in when he saw Gabe about to leave.
"Hi there Gabe. Sorry for not being able to meet you. I had to go for a friend's birthday lunch."
"No matter, I am glad you came just now. If I had missed you, you'd have to explain to Sally why you did not get the invitation." Gabe took out a light blue card and gave it to Martin.
"Thanks."
"Aren't you going to introduce us?" A young man which Martin did not know asked Gabe.
"Martin, this is my cousin, Will. He's been working overseas and is back for a two month holiday. He's in the navy as a civilian advisor or something like that."
Will held out his hand and said with a grin, "Nice to meet you, Martin."
Martin shook his hand; it was a firm grip. "The pleasure is mine."
"Actually, I am a like a one-man tour agency for the ship. Sometimes it is easier for a civilian to deal with people in other countries than it is for an officer."
Ian came running. "Hi there, Mr. McBain. I see you've met this rascal Will. I'd be wary of him. He is a real charmer."
Will defended himself, "You may joke and tease when I am around you guys but you don't have to make me look bad in front of people I've just met. Please don't believe in what they say."
"Don't worry Will, I can see that they are joking," laughed Martin when he saw how worried Will looked. Will's frown disappeared with Martin's reply and was replaced by smile.
"I've got to get to my workout guys. I think I had a little too much birthday cake this afternoon and I need to workout a little more. See you at the wedding."
They bid one other good-bye and Martin got into the machine room.
Martin went first to see Ronnie. Ronnie had originally prepared a special workout for Martin. Unfortunately, after the birthday party, Martin was not exactly in the right disposition to do the intense workout that Ronnie had prepared.
"I saw that this might happen. We need variety in our lives and this happens," he chuckled. "Take this," he said as he pulled out a blue sheet of paper with a set of different kinds of exercise. Pointing to a cycling machine in the corner, he said, "Why don't you spend about thirty minutes on the cycle there. It is already set to the correct resistance so you just have to hop on it and cycle. Just make sure you are moving above the 10 mph mark. I'll come to you when your thirty minutes are up."
Martin had a difficult time. Normally, he would be at the treadmill but this time, he was using a different set of muscles and it was hard work. His workout was made easier when he thought of spending some time at the beach with Michael. He needed to look his best for Michael and so he motivated himself.
His workout was difficult. When he had finished, Ronnie said, "You did well Martin. Actually, I had only wanted you to do half the exercises, but you looked so motivated that I just added one and then another until every exercise was done. I don't know how you did it but good work. Just to warn you, you may feel aches tomorrow and the day after. Soak yourself in a warm bath tonight and relax the whole of tomorrow. Take another warm bath tomorrow and you'll be fine on Monday though the aches and pain would still be there though barely."
"Thanks," Martin said. "I'm already feeling the aches. Do you think that I should not have pushed myself so hard?"
"Normally, I would say that you shouldn't overdo it. However, you are quite fit now. When I took your pulse at the end of the lat exercise, you were well within the acceptable limits. Just don't do this again without supervision. If your pulse had been racing, I would have asked you to stop there and then."
"Thanks again, Ronnie. See you next week."
"See you next week!"
The day of Sally's wedding came. Martin came to the city in his car to pick up the Watsons. Martin had been very uncomfortable with the the possibility that Sally knew of his relationship with Michael. Though he thought it was best if he was seen less with Michael, he offered to drive the family when Mrs. Watson said that she had trouble finding her way to the church.
He made Mrs. Watson sit in front with him whilst her three children sat in the back. Being with the family might throw Sally off. He had discussed his fears with Michael and they both decided that they should not sit together during the wedding.
The car wound round some hills in the countryside to get to the church. The sides of the hills were green with grass and they saw sheep grazing on the sides of the hills. The flat land between the hills were filled with wheat fields. Martin was silent when Adam remarked that the wheat fields were beautiful. Michael could only guess that the wheat fields brought about bad memories for Martin, including the bad dreams that he had been having. Once in a while, the car would pass a wooded area. The oak and acorn trees by the side of the road brought a break to the seemingly endless stretches of wheat fields and grazing pastures.
Finally, after about two hours, they reached the church. It was the church in which Sally's grandparents attended their Sunday services. Martin had not been to church since his father passed away. He found out the location of the church through a map. It was a quaint old church that was probably build a few hundred years ago. It sat on a small hill and one had to walk up to the front gate. There was a cemetry at the base of the hill, except the area where there was the track up to the gate. That morning, the gate was open and there was a special sign at the gate that announced the wedding. It was a grey granite stone building with very little painting. The colour of the granite was not too dark and so did not give the church a gloomy look. It had a normal tiled roof and a beautiful steeple that showed off three bells with the biggest bell in the centre and two smaller ones on each side. From the bottom, the church did not seem that big but its real size was revealed when one reached the front gate. Though not as big as the big cathedrals in the city, the church could easily seat 300 people.
A young man came forward to welcome Martin and the Watsons. He resembled Sally and so Mrs. Watson ventured, "Are you Sally's brother?"
"Oh No!" he laughed. "I am her nephew. Aunt Sally is the youngest of eight children. My father is the eldest." He found out their names and led them into the church and to their seats. The church was surprisingly cool though the outside was starting to get warmer. Martin sat next to Adam and Charlene, followed by Michael and Mrs. Watson. There were quite a number of people already seated. Mrs. Watson asked Sally's nephew before he left them, "Are all the seats reserved?"
"Yes. Aunt Sally made sure of all the seating arrangements. That was to prevent any unpleasantness during the ceremony."
Sally was a beautiful bride. Her white satin wedding dress made her look like a princess. Her face was hidden by the veil. It was a special veil that made her face barely visible from outside but she could see very well on the inside. That made her beau, Donald, very anxious to see what she was like. However, he could only lift her veil after the vows. He beamed when he lifted the veil, Sally looked splendid. His first kiss as Sally's husband was a little brief because of their nerves. They wanted everything to go as smooth as possible.
The banquet was well planned, though there were a few delays here and there. However, it did not really affect the overall outcome of the wedding celebrations. Martin got to dance with the bride, so did Michael. On the whole the atmosphere was light and Sally did not give any indication that she suspected anything regarding Michael and Martin. Michael was beginning to wonder if Martin was a bit paranoid.
Gabe, Ian and Will were also there. In fact, Gabe's girlfriend was one of the bridesmaids. After the dinner, during the dancing, Martin went to say hello to the guys. Michael was dancing with his sister and his mother with his brother. Martin did not want to invite too much scrutiny.
"Hello guys!"
"Hi!" the three said in unison.
"Whose next on the list?" Martin asked.
"Gabe, I suppose," Will answered. Gabe blushed a little.
"Duncan," Martin chuckled, "I must say that I have never noticed how red you can go. I remember a time when you would be flushing in anger and you were never that red!"
"Mr. McBain," Ian started.
"I am no longer your boss, Fitzpatrick. Call me Martin," Martin requested.
"Yes Mister ... er ... Martin, I was just about to say that Gabe had a chance to see how his bride might look like."
"Uh?" Martin looked at Gabe.
"I am going out with one of the bridesmaids."
"Oh! Which one? When are the invitations going to come out?" Martin teased.
"Uh..." Gabe was hesitating.
Ian interjected, "He'll have to propose first. I fear that the great Gabriel Duncan has cold feet."
Will and Ian laughed. Martin just smiled, "Courage Gabe. Search your heart and you'll know when to ask."
"Thanks Martin," Gabe said quietly. He turned and glared at the two who were laughing, "No thanks to you two!" To Martin he said, "They have been feeding me with stories about the horrors of married life. I know I shouldn't believe them but they affect me somehow."
"Search your heart, Gabe." That was all Martin said. Ian was still laughing but Will had stopped.
"That's good advice, Martin," Will said, smiling at Martin.
"I'm glad you approve. Look guys, I have to run. I promised to drive the Watsons back."
"Yes, see you around, Martin," Will said.
Martin went back to his table, which was with the Watsons. Michael had left the dance floor and Charlene had gone to the toilet. Michael suggested that Martin dance with his mother to make it seem that he was just a friend of the family. Martin agreed and went to the dance floor. They were playing a waltz piece. He cut in and Adam graciously let him take over. Michael did not know that Martin was such a good dancer. He glided through the floor with Mrs. Watson. Many people were watching them doing the waltz. When they finished many people clapped for them. Mrs. Watson blushed but Martin just nodded and accompanied her back to the table.
"You never told me you could dance so well?" Michael asked.
"I don't," Martin replied modestly. "When I was growing up, my mother loved to dance but my father hated it. So during the afternoons when I was back from school, my mother would put on the records and danced with me. My father never found out. If he did, both my mother and I would have been in a lot of trouble." Turning to Mrs. Watson he said, "I did not do all the work, if my partner was not also an elegant dancer, no one would have noticed."
Mrs. Watson smiled, "Leonard and I used to go dancing when we were courting and before the children were born." Noticing a frown on Martin's face, she added, "Leonard is Michael's father. I did not realise that I did not mention his name before."
"Such talent should not be wasted!" Martin remarked. "Michael, you ought to bring your mother out dancing more."
"But where?" interjected Adam, who had been listening to the conversation. "All the dance places in the city are for us younger folk. There aren't any dance places I know that have the waltz."
Mrs. Watson laughed. "Mr. McBain. I think our ages show." To Adam, she continued, "Firstly, we are not that old and you, young man, are not old enough to go to those places yet."
Michael looked at Martin, worried that the last few sentences might cause some anxiety to the older man. Martin caught his look and just smiled. It was just for an instant, but Mrs. Watson noticed it all the same. Martin and Michael did not realise it though.
Sally and her husband, Donald, came to greet the Watsons when Charlene had joined them again.
"Thanks for coming!" she said.
"I'm glad to have met you all," Donald said.
"Where are you going for your honeymoon?" Martin asked.
"We are going on a Mediterranean cruise. We will stop at Rome, Naples and Athens during the trip. It promises to be exciting," Donald answered.
Sally grinned widely. "I am very excited. Donald has always been romantic and surprises me with many things. You should go too, Mr. McBain." Sally had a special twinkle in her eye when she said that.
"We need to see to the other guests as well," Donald said. He had a slight frown and tugged at Sally. "Continue dancing! The night is still young!" He waved and the newly-wed couple went off to another table.
Michael's heart skipped a beat. What was Sally hinting at? Surely not that Martin should bring him for a cruise. He looked over at Martin who already had a strained look on his face.
"Let's go for another dance before it gets too late," Adam told his sister. The twins then went off to the dance floor. The music had changed to a faster beat and many younger people, including Gabe and his girlfriend were there.
MIchael and Martin kept silent during the next two dances. When the twins finally returned, Mrs. Watson said, "It is getting late. I would like to go home now. I have to work the whole day tomorrow because I took this evening off."
"Certainly, Mrs. Watson," Martin said. He got up and helped Mrs. Watson from the table and all of them left the party.
After the twins had gone to bed, Mrs. Watson suggested a cup of cocoa before going to bed. Michael joined her in the kitchen.
When the cocoa was ready and the two of them were sipping the drink, Mrs. Watson asked her son, "Mr. McBain seems to be a very nice man, isn't he, Michael?"
"Yes. I guess so."
"Is there something else that you have to tell me about Mr. McBain?"
"What are you talking about, Mom?"
"What am I talking about? I'm talking about the looks that two of you exchange. I am talking about the change in you after Christmas. I had seen that change once before and I knew what it was. Shortly before your sixteenth birthday, you had a sudden change in your mood. I knew at once that you were in love. I had hoped that it would not affect your studies. It did not and so I let it go. I had a warm feeling inside that told me that you were growing up and you knew how to handle a relationship. Then I noticed another change a few months after your eighteenth birthday last year. You became moody. I worried again for your studies. I took it that you had broken off with your girlfriend. Then, shortly after you had gone back to school, I noticed that same change you had just before you were sixteen. I guessed that you had fallen in love again with someone in school. It wasn't until your birthday celebration that I realised that that someone may be Mr. McBain. I began to observe and saw the special look you had whenever you came back on Friday. I observed both of you during the wedding and even though you tried not to make eye contact, I could see the way you looked at him and the way he looked at you. I hope that it is just my imagination but I have to make sure. You are in love with him, aren't you Mike?"
Michael just stared at his mother. He did not know what to say. Mrs. Watson just looked into Michael's eyes. Finally, with tears in his eyes, Michael admited, "You're right. I'm in love with Mr. McBain and he loves me too. Yes, I'm gay. I know that you are disappointed with me, Mom. I am sorry." He searched his mother's eyes for anger and he found none. Michael was surprised at his mother's reaction to his confession. "You seem to be taking this well. You aren't disappointed? You are not angry? I don't want for you to have another fainting spell." Michael was actually growing concerned.
Mrs Watson smiled. "Mike, all I know is that you are my son and I will always love you. I can't understand why or how you're gay but I do know that I love you. I am concerned because of the AIDS and the stigma. What I do know is that you are a responsible man. You have a great love inside of you and you are very caring. What puzzles me is why is it Mr. McBain? Though he is younger than me, he is still old enough to be your father. Does it have anything to do with the help he is giving you?" Mrs. Watson asked, looking puzzled.
"No, I was gay before I met Martin." Michael then proceeded to tell Mrs. Watson about his relationship with Jimmy and how Martin had come into the picture. "I don't know how this had come about. I had already gotten over Jimmy's death and then in steps in Martin. At first, I thought that I was just trying to fill in a gap. I don't think it is gratitude for his help, either. I just started to grow fond of him and it just happened. I have grown to love Martin so much. Though older than me, he is more innocent than me. Everything in his life is black and white and I am trying to teach him that there are such things as colours and greys."
"Yes, life is full of such mysteries," said Mrs. Watson.
Michael could see that there were tears in Mrs. Watson's eyes. "I am sorry, Mom. I know I have become a disappointment, but you shouldn't let me break your heart ..."
"You have not broken my heart ..." Mrs Watson then smiled and wiped her eyes. "Oh, you mean this ..." she said as she wiped her eyes again, "These are tears of relief. I must remind myself that you are very matured. I am relieved that this relationship you are in is not out of some whim but a really growing relationship. I know that you are committed, but is he?"
"He has not given me any indication that he is not." Michael said.
The next Friday, Michael was having dinner with Martin in a new restaurant. Michael decided to tell Martin about the conversation he had with his mother.
"My mother knows about us. She confronted me last Saturday and I confessed. I do not know if she is comfortable with us being a couple, but I know she does not want me to be unhappy. Are you are comfortable with her knowing?"
"I don't know how she is going to treat me now. Will she treat me differently? Does your brother and sister know?"
"The twins do not know yet, but it would be difficult to hide our relationship from them. I cannot say if my mother will treat you differently. You're the only boyfriend I have brought home."
"Perhaps I'll drive you home but will not come over for dinner or lunch anymore. I think I'll be uncomfortable until I know for sure how she feels. Also, I do not know how to react if your brother and sister knows."
"Perhaps you're right. We'll just do as you have said and just feel our way through all of this. We'll still have to be in the closet, though. I think it is better for you job-wise. Though there are laws against discrimination, we don't know how the technicians would treat you if they knew you were gay."
Martin nodded, "I guess it is for the best, but I find the hiding and the pretending to be stressful all the same."
to be continued.
Author's note: I hope the sex scenes were tastefully done. I have had positive and negative comments from a few readers for the first parts but I have had little feedback for the last few parts. I hope that I could know whether the direction of the story is alright and whether I have improved in my writing. So, please send comments to me. Thanks. solark36@yahoo.co.uk