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HuNKeR'd DoWN 01 a continuation of `CoMPany payLoaD/RancH HanDs', WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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They seemed to wake up together, not a second to give upon one waking ahead of the other, Denis and Patrick coming face to face with their breathing, clinging to each other.
Too, neither made an effort to separate their warm feeling, Patrick asking, "Cold?" running a hand over Denis' shoulder, around his back.
"Of course not," he remarks, adding a smile, telling Patrick more or less the reason for his bod temperature being at a peak amount of warmth.
Denis' remark gave Patrick leeway to lean his head forward, giving in to a good morning kiss.
From there, Denis allowed nature to take its course, being bowled over.
Ready to impact Denis' lips once again, Patrick stutters, "Oh, maybe I shouldn't."
Suddenness of the break in the sweet endeavor, Denis had to question, with an attitude of whether he still remained faithful to Terry, or the way he felt about Patrick going sweet on him, "I dunno, Oak. I mean Patrick." Confused, Denis asks, "What do you like to be called?"
"Patrick is cool," Patrick says with little caring. "But, what don't you know, Denis?" Patrick asks, himself still in limbo over his feelings. From lip-kissing, sliding a hand down Denis' chest, stopping at the last ridge of his ab, held hand steady over Denis' navel.
"I suppose I can use being eighteen a vice towards not knowing about love."
"Meaning?"
"I thought I was in love with Terry, but, and I know this sounds like a cop out, but there's so many," `hot' was on his mind, Denis cooling his answer down, "nice guys. Do you think I'm right in thinking I'm too young to make up my mind now?"
Relying on his own teen years, Patrick replies, "I suppose I wasn't any different when I was your age, though I think at the time my `best friend' was my violin!"
"Yeah, strange too, because I thought I wanted to be model and now, look at me, Flick thinks I can sing!"
Patrick says, "He's not the only one, you know?"
Turning back on his side to face Patrick, Denis asks, "Do you really think I can make something of myself being a rock'n'roll singer?"
"Depends."
"On?" Denis asks, looking into Patrick's green eyes.
"When I was fifteen years old I had dreams of becoming one of the world's greatest violinists. I still hold onto that dream, though for right now The Cowbulls is a stepping stone to the dream. Am I making any sense?"
"Yeah, plenty," Denis replies, flopping back down on his back, hands folded over his stomach. "I think I've made up my mind, thanks to you."
Patrick ask, "Me? What did I do?"
"You knew what you wanted to do when you grew up when you were fifteen. I'm eighteen already. I'm, like, way behind you. I really have some catching up to do!"
Smiling, because he thought Denis so cute, lifts a hand to softly iron out a fluff in Denis' blond hair, "I hope modeling is still part of your future, because I can just picture your handsome face up on a billboard in a big city."
"Is. I mean, I just made up my mind now. I hope it's alright I can try for modeling and still be a singer? Do you think it's okay, Patrick?"
"Anything you want to be, you can be as long as it's in your heart to pursue it Denis."
"Well, I know this might sound corny," which could be so, the ensuing tender moment hovering over the two, "but if it's okay, I think I'd like to have you along as a good friend and maybe even more, if it happens out that way?"
Before Denis even vocally exposed his intentions, Patrick was ready to impart a kiss of satisfaction. Now there was no hesitation.
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"Yowie!"
"What?" Hewy says, waking up startled to Nolan's loud outburst.
"I just realized I haven't checked my watch in a while."
"You're late to work?" Hewy questions him.
"No. What they tell me is I don't work on Sunday, but do you know what today is?"
"Sunday?" Hewy replies, too early for guessing games, even though it's 9am.
"I just told you what day it is," Nolan replies in a pathetic manner.
"I know."
"For your information, it's a week till Christmas?"
"Christmas, huh?" Hewy replies.
"You celebrate Christmas, don't you?" Nolan replies, `Muslim' on his mind, past discussion revealing the fact.
"Of course. I don't go along with the rest of the family, you know?"
"I knew you didn't get along with them, but no, I hadn't a clue to what degree you participate in your religion, or politics, or whatever else."
Hewy shares, "I've thought about it, being from a Muslim family, what would happen if I met a Christian man and then how it would affect what I believe in."
With a smile on his face, Nolan replies, "Well, can't say I've thought about it, but now that I do, Muslim', Jewish', `Christian', it doesn't really matter. All that matters is I landed myself a hot man!" He crooks his neck to give Hewy a kiss.
Breaking off the affection, Hewy asks, "Okay, good. So now that I believe, what are you going to buy me for Christmas?"
Smirking, Nolan says, "Have you been to the habitat store?"
"Not yet," Hewy replies.
"How would you like a pup tent for Christmas?"
Laughing, Hewy snuggles up a bit before saying, "Would be nice, especially if it comes with only one sleeping bag?"
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Outside their door and prowling much of the habitat, some enjoyed celebrating their religion, assembling in a domed enclosure, a geodesic structure which housed a service for all faiths. Sunday, since nonessential services halted, a good majority of the Elemental Habitat inhabitants had a lot of free time on their hands.
As the population left their accommodations, the Verts, Garden Cottages, the Arboretum, Security Shed or other housing, it could be seen, the influence the upcoming season was having on its occupants.
"Nice hat!" Ontario says to Flick.
"Your's too!" Flick replies.
Without further ado, each grabs the hat off the other one's head!
They laugh, Ontario asking, "So what happened to you and Denis last night?" Only thing lurking on the brain was sex!
"Nothing, unfortunately," Flick replies. "I can't understand it either. I thought Denis would have fun playing with the other guys in bed."
Like a big brother, Ontario puts his arm over Flick's shoulder, saying, "I didn't think Denis would be into it."
"No? What makes you so sure?"
Ontario explains, "Because of how he blew me off in the jon and `dammit' you know I don't offer everybody a blow job?!" He laughs, but then asks, "But what happened to you and Denis last night?"
"Nothing much. While I was sucking and fucking with Seanie and Jeremie, Devin joining in, I suppose Denis couldn't get into it. Patrick... you know Patrick."
"Don't tell me," Ontario replies, "while you guys were getting it on with the hot sex, Patrick was reading some nerd novel?"
"He fired up his computer, but then I guess, he found Denis being bored."
"Really?" Ontario makes a play, shifting his bod around so he faces Flick. "How about yourself?"
"Oh, trust me, I wasn't at all bored."
"No," Ontario prompts, "not last night. I mean `now'?"
Knowing Philippe Ontario had an unextinguishable desire for sex, looks at the bare place, the V-neck of his shirt and just the little hint of skin and faint follicles of hair set Flick off on a sexual tangent, "Now?" he smiles, "What about now?" he turns the tables, leading Ontario on.
Looking around, because he knew it a demeanor to be caught in the jon doing sex, Ontario, with his grip still around Flick's neck, pulls him through the door to the jon, saying in a vampirish voice, "Come to me said the spider to the fly!"
While Ontario went right at his shirt, removing the V-neck pullover, Flick says, "I feel like I should be punished for leaving Denis to fend for himself and playing with the other guys."
"Punished? Hmm, you mean like `Art Smith' punishment?"
"Could be," though Flick didn't really think about it ahead of saying it.
"You're out of luck. I hear through the buzzline, Art Smith is history."
"Maybe that's good. I heard he could get brutal on a guy," Flick responds, adding, "I wonder what the dude who is taking his place will be like?" Flick removes his shirt, peeling the tight fit from his bod, revealing his reddish-brown hairy pecs and stripe.
"Not to worry. From the buzzline I hear he's a pussycat!"
For Ontario, ahead of Flick, stripped down to his skin, he wanted to help Flick catchup, taking Flick's zipper in his hand, peeling his crotch.
Unlike the others Ontario has done in the jon, perhaps because of Flick's messup with Denis last night, thinking it his fault, whereas Ontario is right now not worrying about last night, the night before or the night before that, cuddles up to Flick's front, not hasty to get sucked or fuck, gets romantic.
"Oh-h-h--h-h!" Flick sighs, Ontario crooking his neck to cup his lips over one pec. Stopping, he looks up to Flick, "Feel any better?"
"You're getting there," Flick replies. As the oral workout continues, Flick is wondering how this was going to pan out. Up until now, if he had gotten to know Denis last night, it would have been the first man taking his cherry. Being with Ontario, he knew how Ontario would want their mutual orgasm to end. That was the mystery part!
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"Red, green, red, green, red, green..."
"There's a blue one!" Hewy shouted, diffusing Nolan's counting of the red or green knitted hats on guys' heads.
"Must be Jewish," Nolan says, but in deliberation, asks, "So, what are you?" going back to the `Muslim' question.
"Me? I'm whatever I am at the moment. My `Muslim' family show their true colors when they find out I am gay, so I have no need for a religion which condemns."
"Then that makes you an atheist?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's I haven't discovered anything else yet," Hewy replies.
Arm in arm they arrive at the habitat store, resembling a glass plated store representative of any modern mall, except a plain wooden sign which reads, `Elemental Habitat Store'.
"Here we are!" Nolan stands at the entrance with his lover. "Ready to spend up some credits!"
"Hey, remember, I'm not high in the upper crust of the habitat like you are, Nolan?"
Smiling, like he was about to bestow something sneaky on Hewy, "Right you are and for today, the sky's the limit!"
Warehouse for the habitat store was above ground and the store located above the warehouse, so in order to access the ground floor, Nolan and Hewy chose one of the staircases, spiral, wisely chosen, a result of the `UP' sign posted.
One man room space and excited at the prospect of shopping together, Nolan chases Hewy up the circular stairway, pinching Hewy's ass to get him moving.
"You'll pay for that!" Hewy yells over his shoulder as he uses his hands on the railing to jump two steps at a time.
With glee and hot on Hewy's tail, Nolan responds, "I certainly would hope so!"
At the top, Hewy makes an abrupt stop, which makes Nolan plow into him.
"Hmm," Nolan reflects, his crotch barreling against ass.
Joking, Hewy says of it, "You already have one demerit. Looking for another?"
In the positive, Nolan says, "Uh-huh!"
At 135,000 square feet, the habitat store could boast in size to a very large department store. It warranted the space, due to the set up of merchandise as tents and other outdoor equipment. In the `winter merchandise' section a wall hosted a line of skis and snowboards, very popular with many at the habitat. To prove it, about a fourth of the shoppers were streaming around the large department.
Butting shoulders, Nolan turns around to look, spy-down more like it, the tall dude who almost knocked him over.
Probably because Nolan did, the tall `Viking' turns, walks back in a congenial manner extends, "Oh I am so sorry. Are you alright?"
Right on the Viking's trail was his boyfriend, exclaiming, because he found an interesting looking snowboard, "Hey Thor, how do you like this one?"
"Just a minute, Tommy," Thor replies, making sure the dude he nudged rather hardily, was okay.
Already infatuated with Thor's Nordic looks, Nolan replies, "No harm done. I'm just dandy!" his face adorned with a brighty-white smile. Turning to Tommy, Nolan acknowledges, "Looks awesome!"
Hewy isn't oblivious to the whole scenario, but with a thirst for adventure, looks at what Tommy is holding, "Oh man! That is awesome!"
Thor hadn't officially met the new CEO of Elemental Habitat, but picked up on the increase of security in the area, something usually befitting for whenever the former head honcho walked the habitat and with his assumptions, introduces himself in order to quench his curiosity, "I'm Thor Stroots, a marine biologist stationed at Atlantis and," looking towards Hewy and Tommy studying the snowboard, "that's my boyfriend, Tommy," said with pride.
After introducing himself, Nolan saying he thought he had already recognized Thor from Atlantis, says, "Oh really? I was under the impression you were a bartender?"
"I am. Sometimes. When the pool is functioning up to par, sometimes things can get a little boring. Also it's a nice little `moonlighting' job to earn extra credits."
Before they could get into anymore details, Tommy and Hewy walk over. Instead in an elated mood, the two seem on the same wavelength, a dejected look about them.
"What's the matter?" Nolan asks, sensing sadness.
Even Thor senses it, "Tommy, is there something wrong?"
Already, before Hewy had known it, he had hit it off with Tommy, but upon hearing Tommy, at the mention of finding out Nolan was Hewy's lover, the name attached, `Nolan Harrellsson', Tommy had put two and two together, the man he and James and the others were out to get, sulked as he reports, instead of Hewy, "I don't really know how to say this Mr. Harrellsson, other than I'm real sorry my brother and me thought of doing bad stuff to you."
Of course Nolan had a knowledge of why he was `kidnapped' and transferred to Elemental Habitat. Right now, on the spot with one of the culprits involved, which he detected right away, he replies, "Tommy. Tom Houten? The brother you are talking about is James Houten?"
Still sulky, Tommy replies, "That's him and me. You must hate us."
Hewy didn't and was the reason he puts a hand to Tommy's back, rubbing it up and down for comfort. Talking snowboards, Hewy would not even picture Tommy playing the part of kidnapper or torturer. Fact of the matter, when shared the story of the would be kidnapping, Tommy's whole appearance was opposite of the character sketch Hewy had in his mind. It's why he butted in, "We don't hate you!"
Thor was happy to hear it. Right after turning his head, after the hefty nudge to Nolan's shoulder, seeing him turn around too, as an after effect, he liked what he saw!
"Hewy's right. After all," Nolan approaches Tommy, places both hands on the twenty-five year old's shoulders, "as I understand it you and your brother are heroes!"
Dwelling on downers of the past, Tommy says, "I let my college room mate talk me into doing something stupid, all because I thought I was going to make a quick buck. I thought it was the cool thing to do. I didn't know I was going to wind up hurting somebody."
"Yes," Nolan continues rationalizing, "but you did do the right thing in the end, foiling their plot and I think it shows a lot."
"Yup," Hewy stands up for Tommy, his hand migrating up the back, to the side of the neck and resting a firm hand on Tommy's shoulder, "shows you did not do a stupid thing, but instead the right thing. You should be proud of yourself." Adding a vote of confidence, "I am!"
"You don't know me though," Tommy replies.
Nolan turns to Thor, "Right, but I bet this guy does. What do you have to say about Tommy, Thor?"
Speaking of `nudging', Thor nuzzles Tommy right out of Hewy's clutches, making Nolan back off, walking around back of Tommy, taking him in the enclosure of his arms and saying, "I am a very lucky man."
Lightening things up, because Tommy wasn't one to dwell on grief, plus seeing he's not really a criminal in Nolan's mind, holds up the snowboard and says, "Cool! Then can we get this?"
Hewy voice opinion, "Only if there's another one for me!"
Disappearing into the mass of snowboarders and skiers, Nolan quizzes, "Well, Thor, what are you into to?"
"How do you mean that?" he was looking towards new hunting grounds.
"Either, or," Nolan replies with a smile indicative to a person looking for a sexually connotative answer.
"They got a cafe down the hall if you care to find out?" Thor replies.
"I'll tell the boys," Nolan replies.
"I'll do it. If you make a move, you'll only add to the congestion," Thor replies.
`Add to the congestion?' Nolan thought, wondering what's up about that.
Outside the busy habitat store, Nolan asks, "What did you mean a minute ago about `adding congestion...'"
"To the store?" Thor reprises the rest. "Look around."
Nolan looks left, right and then a quick glance over his right shoulder, as they walk towards the cafe, asking, "What is it I'm looking for?"
"The three dudes who followed you into the habitat store and are now trying to blend in as they follow us to the cafe?"
"I'm being tailed?" Nolan asks in surprise.
Smiling, Thor replies, "More like `protected.'"
"Against what?"
"Of that I'm not sure, but there's no place in the world you can go where you can't at least be suspicious something could go wrong. Everyone who enters Elemental Habitat is screened, searched and even afterwards, some are kept tabs on by security."
"How would you know so much about all this Thor?"
Each guy at the habitat had a story. To those who have resided there for weeks, months or even years, were sworn to secrecy regarding their own history. Cueing Nolan over to a secluded area of the cafe, back in well fortified corner, walled in by lots of tropical plants, Thor having known some facts sacred, but being master over his own mind, decides to divulge, "Have a seat and we'll talk."
A square table able to seat four, Nolan and Thor share a corner. Anxious to hear facts, Nolan, figuratively sat on the edge of his seat in anticipation, waiting.
Nodding, Thor points out three ordinary looking guys, fanned out over three tables, seeming like they just happened upon friends and sit to join them.
"I would never have guessed they are here on my behalf," Nolan replies to the seatings.
One nod wasn't a member of `security-incognito', a guy looking to be late teens-early twenties coming to their table, the waiter saying, "Hey Thor, what's up?"
Addressing Thor, Nolan rather thought the waiter's attention was on him!
Of course, an unfamiliar face and adept at meeting everyone who crossed the doorstep of the Habitat Cafe', Kristofr made his business to know who was who. It was a setup, remembering a guy which made the encounter more friendly, thus producing a bigger tip and in some instances an after hours get together.' No different was Nolan, Kristofr reaching right across the table and congenially offering his right hand, "Hi! I don't think we've met. I'm Kristofr Achille, Mr. Harrellsson."
Beyond the white shirt and bow tie, Nolan couldn't make out much. Good enough though was the dark hair, coiffed up into an emo look, the black, close-cropped beard running the lengths of the Greek's cheek bones and to top it off, a killer smile, enough to return, "Good to meet you. I know we haven't met."
Which in saying, tipped Kristofr off, "Oh, everybody knows you Mr. Harrellsson, at least not personally. Like everyone new around here, you're celebrity status. Your picture is all over the `Treasure Trail.'"
"Treasure Trail?" Nolan questions.
Kristofr was aching to tell, but it was a good lead in, Thor saying, "As you know, the habitat's computer system is not connected with the rest of the world and as such, our computer center has conjured up a social networking site called the `Treasure Trail Social Network'."
Kristofr does get his dibs in, "Have you signed on to Treasure Trail yet, Mr. Harrellsson, because if you are we could become `Trailmates'?"
Right now, faced with the prospects, Nolan was ready to jump at Kristofr's offer in a flash!
Thor had to bust his bubble, "Kristofr, what do you think?"
"Right," Kristofr drops the happy attire, "I guess if you made me your Trailmate, every guy would want to be your Trailmate," then skips over it to, "so what'll you have?"
"I haven't seen the menu?" Nolan replies.
"Oh right!" Kristofr replies, doing a quick, once over chest/stomach pat down, "I'll be right back!"
Contrary to Thor's reply, Nolan outright says, "Y'know, after I sign on to Treasure Trail', that boy's going to be my first Trailmate'?"
"Don't say I didn't warn you. Make one ranch hand your Trailmate and they'll all want to be your Trail-buddy!"
"Tell me, I'm curious, how many Trailmates did Art Smith have?"
"Art Smith!" Thor made a gruff sound, "don't get me going!"
"Bad vibes between you two, eh?"
"Pardon my grammar, but all Smith could think about was dick and ass and how to get them connected as much as possible, trying to use every angle in the book to coerce a ranch hand into his little web of sin," Thor says unfavorably.
"Sin, Thor? Since when is yearning to fuck or get fucked a sin?" Nolan replies, but laughs, because he already knew how Art Smith's mind worked.
"I'm not talking about that. What I'm..."
"I know, I know," Nolan replies, calming Thor with a few pats on the shoulder, "I was joking and I can see you are not in a joking mood. If you have something say about him and want to get it off your chest, go ahead."
"I don't really have much to say and I'm sorry I got riled up, but the only reason I did is because instead of doing his job the way it should be done, well he could have made this place a lot better. I sure hope the next guy in his shoes has more sense..."
Rather than allow Thor's mind to spiral downward, Nolan interjects, "The new security chief is a personal friend, if that's any benefit to you?"
"Friend?" Thor seeks out info.
"Demont Abdelaziz and I assure you he is most professional at his trade," Nolan renders.
Utmost on his mind, because the former security head's reputation, Thor says, "He's not into all this corporal punishment stuff, is he?"
"`Fraid I don't know much about Art and his system of justice, but..."
Nolan was about to find out, Thor telling about three guys he knew and how they appeared before Art Smith, the three being disciplined and sucked into his web of use and abuse.
He ended with, "I can't believe it. All three of my friends `wanting' to be hurt. Art Smith, he's a little devil. He hypnotized them into deluding themselves and..."
"Thor," Nolan again took a hand to him in a big brother fashion, "allow me to clue you into something," and as he spoke about the bdsm-thing, it play back in his mind, his own first introduction to the sport' of those who liked to delve it out and ones which took great, great pleasure in having their bods bound up for ruff gods' to get their rocks off on fulfilling the `needs' of these bondaged up boys.
After saying it, Thor blushed.
"I'm sorry, Thor," Nolan crooked his neck and looked into Thor's face, "I didn't mean to embarrass you."
"No," Thor smirked, the cute face surrounded by the light brown, messy hair, making him look even more devilisciously handsome, "you didn't."
Silence, to Nolan, made it seem like Thor was holding back. "Is there something you want to share with me, Thor?" again the big bro attitude returning.
He had already shared with Tommy, whom in a few short days Thor has already made a definitive connection and as if he knew him for years, felt comfortable sharing anything. It wasn't much different than Nolan, that feeling stirring him up and then, without further hesitation, "Y'see, I told Tommy this... and he was okay with it... I kind of like... have sensitive balls?"
Right away, Nolan's mind jumped back to the `Bear and Grill', where Hewy, Geoff, Demont and he used to meet up, where in the basement, strange behavior was unleashed, where men could live out their fantasies, within reason and safety.
Sitting back and smiling, Nolan provokes Thor into asking, "What?"
"You know the phrase," Nolan holds up a `quotes' with both hands, "Been there... done that?"
But Nolan wasn't the only one, Thor coughing, like clearing his throat, but clearing his mind before he unloaded, "I'm sorry I put you through all that."
"Through what?" Nolan gestures with his hands.
"All that explaining bdsm-stuff, because I already knew about it!"
"Oh," Nolan didn't act surprised, but rather questions, "then what about all this `hypnotized' stuff."
"That part is true," Thor replies, "but I wasn't surprised they liked it, because when I found out that I liked stuff like my balls getting slapped around, I was confused about all of the hype surrounding it."
"And Tommy? He's okay with it?"
"Am I okay with what?"
Showing, both carrying snowboards under their arms, Hewy and Tommy had to make sure they didn't turn the wrong way, bopping a patron in the head. Wading through the crowded cafe they were forced to lift both arms and carry the boards overhead. Hewy didn't say anything, just smiled, hearing snickers and soft comments from guys, because their shirts were hiked up!
Thor answers, "Yeah he's okay with it," looking at Tommy.
Tommy Houten, getting to the table first, Hewy right behind, says, "I'm okay with what?"
Out in the open, Nolan knowing Tommy knows, feels free to share, "Hey Hewy, guess what they're into?"
"I know," Hewy bounces back with, "Tommy and I already talked about it."
Teasing, Tommy says, "Yeah, Mr. Harrellsson, I know all about your little fun sessions at the bear bar!"
Nolan looks to Hewy. He could have been angry, but wasn't, since the four had this common interest, already established.
Thinking he was in trouble with Nolan, he says, "It just came out!"
Sitting down opposite Thor, Tommy exclaims, "Yeah, they really get into it. They have this friend, `Geoff' and he has the whole leather outfit and lots of toys," Tommy gestures with his hands, much like Nolan had done minutes ago.
"Is that so? Anything for `balls'?" Thor asks, giggling the idea away.
Hewy responds, "Oh sure and a whole set of buttplugs, from small to XXXL!"
Thor says, "That's okay. I'll settle for Tommy!"
Tommy replies, "Doesn't he say the sweetest things?"
Nolan changes the subject, "So where does one go snowboarding around here?"
With his facts in order, Hewy blurts out, "Right outside the habitat. If there's no snow on the mountain, they make it!"
Nolan asks, "And what do you do while Tommy is out snowboarding, Thor?"
Thor replies, "Do you happen to like chess, Nolan?"
While things were going along with a jovial happiness, Hewy thought it a good time to mention, "Oh by the way, Nolan. Did you know my debit account is linked with yours?"
Eyeing up the snowboard standing upright against the wall, Nolan replies, "No, I didn't know that, but I have a feeling there's a reason you are bringing it up at this time?"
With a wide smile, Hewy exclaims, "Thanks for my Christmas present! Like it!"
Because Tommy hasn't been around all that long, about as long as Hewy, Thor knows the same is true with him, especially since he made arrangements with the Debit Bureau at the habitat to combine their account, "Merry Christmas, Tommy!"
Little did Thor know, Hewy used his cell phone to buzz Geoff, arranging for Tommy to purchase a ball-crusher, so he had a meaningful present to give Thor this Chrismas!
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Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee
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