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% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
FoR SaLE By OwNEr 88 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"I just heard the good news."
Kyle replies, "It's impossible in this hospital, to keep anything from you Swifty!"
"True... true," he says, plopping his ass down on the stool Alex has occupied off and on during Kyle's stay. "So, where's your better half?"
"Home. Getting our stuff together. Oh and thanks for sending Geoff with the flowers."
"Oh think nothing of it. It's a token of our friendship. I'm really happy to see you doing so well, especially after such a terrible ordeal... Geoff too. He sends his well wishes."
"So you and Geoff are gettin'-it-on okay?"
"I'd venture to say we'll last through Christmas."
"I hope longer than that Swifty!"
Swifty's smile was enough to convince Kyle it was hoped their relationship would last for more than one winter holiday.
"Have you thought about what's going to happen with your brother?"
Knowing some of the details, Kyle had thought about it and resolved, "I know we didn't get along very well after I left Asbury Park, plus doing Alex and me dirty by throwing us out of the townhouse. You know Swifty, I could have gone away and left him stranded to the mercy of those goons?"
"What made you stay?"
"Those last few words Knapp said. They went sort of like, `save yourself'. I know it wasn't the case, but in a way he was trying to communicate to me to not worry about him, to get myself out of there, like he was making some kind of sacrifice for me. You know what I'm saying?"
"I can relate to your circumstance. It's like my former partner."
"AIDs, right?"
Swifty nodded his head yes and continues, "Some of the last words said to me was to go out and find another mate. Of course at the time it was the most remote thought from my mind, but like you, he wasn't thinking of himself, but of me."
"I'm real sorry about what happened Swifty."
"Thanks. I think you're on the right track, but have you thought about where Knapp could go after he's released from the hospital?"
Kyle had thought about it, was sketchy on whether it was the correct decision, "I thought about him maybe coming to live with Alex and me. What do you think?"
"It's very considerate of you Kyle, but I would rather think your brother needs to get away to a more relaxed environment where people are not coming and going. Besides...."
"What?" Kyle asks.
It was on the tip of Swifty's tongue, but he hesitated, until he gathered his friend should know, "Kyle, Knapp is going to need some place quiet to convalesce and well, I kind of went behind your back and talked with some of the hospital professionals in the behavioral health field..."
"What's wrong with Knapp?" Kyle asks, bending forward in exclamation, feeling his injuries.
"Easy," Swifty said, bending over the bed to try to comfort Kyle, obviously still sore. When settled in, Swifty replies, "Knapp has gone through a tremendous strain and to put it in `our' terms, a dominant gay man having sex forced on him, can leave some lasting impressions."
"You mean he's never going to..."
"Let's not jump to conclusions Kyle."
Kyle says, "I never thought I would care this much about my brother ever again, because of him being mean and nasty to me... and Alex." Then like a philosoper, "Maybe because of all this it will bring us back together again."
"Because Knapp is going away for awhile doesn't mean you're never going to see him again. Fact of the matter, you can see him whenever you wish!"
Swifty ended on a lighter note, which made Kyle feel a bit better. He asks, "Did you have some place in mind?" which Kyle thought an understatement, being he had a clue Swifty had a place all picked out.
"Of course!"
It made Kyle smile.
"There's a home in the Berkshires...."
"Massachusetts?" Kyle checked, to make sure they were on the same page.
"Yes, near Lenox, something like Dylan or Dolan... I have it written down, but it is a very private facility where they have at least one-on-one care. Twenty-four hours a day there will be someone there at Knapp's side."
"You don't think Knapp would do anything to himself?" Kyle tensed up.
He debated the question for a few seconds and was sure his quiet response was making Kyle nervous, so answered in general, "Only professionals, those more wiser than ourselves, can answer that one Kyle. But don't you worry. I know one of the doctors affiliated with the Donnelly Home and..."
"I thought you said it was Dylan or Dolan?"
"It doesn't matter Kyle. All I know is your brother needs some intensive care to pull through this and he needs our support."
It sounded cold, but Kyle had it on his mind and maybe he wasn't thinking totally straight when he asks Swifty, "Why do you care? You haven't even met Knapp."
"I care because I care about you Kyle. Since I came into your circle of friends and have met Geoff, suddenly my life is busy and exciting. For awhile I envied the relationship you and Alex have going and now I can say I'm sharing some of the same things which come with falling in love."
"So you and Geoff are planning on getting serious?"
"No less serious than you and Alex!"
Kyle smiled. For a short moment his mind was relieved of Knapp's future.
Getting up to leave, Swifty looks at his watch and then says, "I've got to get going."
"Thanks for stopping by," Kyle said after Swifty went to shake his hand and placed a kiss on Kyle's cheek.
He left. He came back. "Oh, all I need is your go ahead on the Diamond Home and I can make all the arrangements!"
"I thought you said it was Donnelly?"
"Whatever. If you trust me, all I need is a `yes' and I can get the ball rolling."
"Trust you Swifty?"
They exchanged smiles.
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"Hey Alex?"
"Yeah Dante," Alex replies as he drops a shirt into a gym bag.
"I don't get it. I invited Chad to go with us to the Cayman party and he turned me down."
Knowing sketchy details about Chad Monteith, his relationship with his little brother Peter, Alex says, "Chad knows where his priorities lie. Peter is the only family he has and the two brothers are very close. I'm sure Chad would like to get away, but he has Peter to think of."
Standing in the doorway, arms folded across his middle, Dante replies, "I suppose your right."
"Y'know it's alright to go by yourself?" And to fortify his answer, Alex beefs it up, "There will be plenty of hot guys to hang with."
"Uh yeah. Okay," Dante scratches his head. And then supporting his bod on his two feet, "I think I'll go finish getting my gear together."
As soon as Dante leaves, Alex is back thinking about this weekend and actually enjoyed the thought of waiting on Kyle hand and foot. Soon his thoughts drive him back to day one, when he met Kyle. He sits down on the side of the bed and like looking into a Tv screen, envisions their trip back to his hometown, of the special pair of briefs which set off all the guys ordering them at school. Then everything happened so fast and they were in the car on their way to Jersey. He thought about Knapp and how he seemed nice, then suddenly not so nice. His memories derailed, lay back on the bed, placing hands behind his head, remembering their excursion to Paradise', the nightclub where they ground their bods together doing what supposed to be a dance'. Smiling, he closes his eyes, thinking how, after a couple of beers, he got so hard when grinding his pubes against Kyle's ass. Immediately the club was left behind and his next recollection brought on
images of his high school bud, Devon and his happiness, finding true love with an older man, Dominic. Nearly up to date, living at the townhouse brought on a smile. Suddenly each their friends showed up, one at a time, in a space of seconds, even though it took weeks to meet each one. How surprised he was when Kyle brought home Scotty. Then, his turn when he brought Michael into their lives. In between there was Vince and... he says out loud, "I wonder what ever happened to Jarrett and Jason?" Skipping over it, he thought about anybody else he missed, "Carlos! How could I forget!"
Then the phone rang.
"Is everything okay?" Alex asked Kyle on the other end.
Their conversation lasted about two minutes, Kyle telling about Swifty's idea, then some general stuff about Dr. Azayzeh transporting him to the Cayman Karlyle estate. It finished, Kyle telling Alex a nurse was there to check his vitals. Looking around the room Alex had clothes out, but was tired of guessing which to pack. He decided to take a breather, heading down to the kitchen for a thirst quencher. On the way he went by Scotty's and Michael's room, passed by, then backed up.
"Whoa guys! You know we're only going for a four day weekend, not a week and a half?" Alex says, looking into their room.
"We know," Michael replies, "but what if we don't know what we want to wear. What if there's a barbecue? What about the gym?"
Knowing very little about these parties, Alex does know one thing, "As I understand it, unless there's a brisk ocean breeze blowing, pretty much a couple of speedos is all you need to pack and some personal stuff."
"What about the jeans we bought?" Scotty asks.
"Take one pair in case for some unknown reason you need it," Alex advises. Then he got out of carrying his temporary job as fashion consultant to Michael and Scotty, when the bell on the elevator sounds. "Look, I'll get that..."
"But Alex... we need you!" Michael whines.
"Pack lite!" Alex leaves, especially Michael, with words of advice.
When they moved into the upright condominium overlooking the New York skyline, Kyle had expressed concern over just anyone taking the elevator up, it's doors opening upon the possibility of any one of the male inhabitants being exposed' to a stranger. Of course, voicing his opinion with Swifty, former owner, Kyle got the wiggling eyebrows and lewd comment about it being interesting!' But then he informed Kyle of the intercom system.
"Hello?" Alex called out.
"I'm looking for Ellis Sinkler?" Came back to Alex, with an incredibly sexy tone.
"Isn't he sitting in front of you?"
"No. There's a gentleman by the name of Rudy?"
Rudy'? Alex thought to himself. If Rudy was sitting there then Ellis was off picking someone up or off'! If Alex didn't depress a button, the person on the other end had to re-signal him.
The buzzer ringing, Alex opens up the channel to receive, "I'm Officer Lemmon and..."
"Is Ellis in some kind of trouble?"
"Are you Michael-Scotty-Dante-Alex-or-Kyle?"
"Alex," Alex replied.
"No Alex, Ellis isn't in any trouble, except he didn't call me this morning to fill me in on this party I'm invited to this weekend and..."
"You want to come up?"
"Sure," came the officer's reply.
In the passing minutes Alex wondered what Ellis' boyfriend looked like. The voice was sexy, but in Alex's estimate, which was totally wrong to think it, he figured Ellis could not possibly hook a guy as good looking as..."
"Hi," came the response when the doors opened.
An extended hand to Alex, he beats the officer to it, "Alex Nouguet." He was drop-dead gorgeous and Alex was feeling a little faint!
"Good to meet you. Gregg Lemmon. I've heard so much about you."
"Really?" Alex replies.
"Whooa!" Lemmon called out when the elevator doors began closing, both he and Alex keeping them open.
"Would you like to come in?"
"For a minute." Then Lemmon joked, "I'm double parked in a `no standing' zone!"
After Alex enjoyed the joke for a few seconds, he asks, "Would you like some coffee? A bottle of water?"
"Water would be fine," the officer tells Alex.
If Alex only knew how he was being `stalked' as he made their journey to the kitchen.
And no sooner had he taken a clear bottle from the fridge, handing it to Gregg, the two switch their attention to the doorway when they hear, "Is somebody in trouble? I hope it's not me!"
Dangling from each of Michael's hands were speedos!
"This is Ellis'..." Alex turns to Gregg with question, "Is it safe to say your boyfriends?"
"A good assumption," Gregg replies, adding a voice to his extended arm, "I'm Gregg Lemmon."
"Wow!" Michael replies. "First time a cop's being nice to me!"
"How would that go, Michael?" Gregg asks.
Alex partially explains, "I picked up Michael... well not picked up like a `pick up', but found him on the subway with two bucks in his pocket."
"I'm a runaway!" Michael exclaims, almost proud of it.
"Where are you running away from?"
Michael tells, "A town out in the middle of the country... population about twelve hundred... a place where you don't mention the word `gay' or forget it! About coming out... if you are... gay... you would want to keep it a secret.. only... I wasn't smart enough."
The bits and pieces gave Gregg pretty much a picture. His opinion was, "Smart has nothing to do with it Michael. I would say it was quite noble of you. You had to have a lot of courage to do what you did?"
It was meant to stimulate reaction, "I guess. Anyway," Michael holds up the speedos, dangling them each hand as he directs to Alex, "I'm wondering if I should pack all four of these for swimming, or will two be alright?" He began twirling one of them on his finger, the colors mixing into a blur. "Oops!" he said when the speedo disengaged and launched towards Gregg.
Gregg smiled as he handed them back to an apologetic Michael. Hidden thoughts would reveal his lust to see Michael displaying them, clinging to his torso.
"Michael," Alex says, taking Michael under his wing, an arm over his shoulder, a brotherly gesture as he turns the eighteen year old out of the kitchen, "probably the smallest piece of luggage you are going to have are these speedos. One would fit in your fist...."
Compulsively, Michael balls one up in his fist.
"If you fold each of them up nicely I think you will be able to fit them in."
"Cool! Thanks Alex!" Michael replies, scurrying off towards his room, his voice ahead of him shouting, "Scotty, Alex says take them all!"
"Quite a character," Gregg says.
"Yeah. I think of Michael as a brother." And to show his sometimes cumbersome ways, "A little brother!"
"Ellis told me a little about you and the others who live here."
"Oh really? I hope not `too' much!"
"Probably not enough." Gregg compliments, "I bet you all have a good relationship!"
"Thanks for saying so and... did I hear you are going to the Karlyle party this weekend?"
"Right. It'll be my first time I'll be around so many famous people and hell, I've never been in such a posh place before."
Alex offers, "Well take two words of advice, `pack lite'!"
"If you want, pretend you don't know me."
Alex scans Gregg, replying, "You're wearing your police uniform?"
"No. But I'm more the conservative type."
It was time for Alex to spring a joke, but meant only as half-joking, "Oh really? I would rather picture you as quite the go-go boy!"
Tall, blond, blue eyes, broad-shouldered, seemingly some heavy packing - Alex checked, it seemed like Gregg would fit the bill as a `Cayman Karlyle' model himself!
"I'll take that as a compliment Alex. Thanks." He guzzles the last of the water and sets it on the table.
"My pleasure!" Alex replied with the little flirt and a smile, following the officer into the elevator foyer.
"You and me," Gregg was confident, "are going to get along very well."
Alex says, "Good. I'm glad you're thinking it, because I want to give you some more advice Gregg...
"Huh?"
Like Michael, Alex takes the officer under his wing, same brotherly comfort as he replies, "You're a good looking man Gregg, but if you don't want to be a dork, ditch the Sears swimming trunks and get yourself a speedo?"
Gregg roared with laughter. "I've got to hand it to you Alex... You've got guts! I could've slapped the cuffs on you for assaulting an officer?"
"If I wasn't an almost-married-man, trust me Gregg, I'd more than assault you with words!"
After giggling, Gregg replies, "Like I said Alex. We're going to get along mighty fine!"
Little did Alex know, on the way down the chute, Gregg was thinking of making a detour after work. In a city this size though he wasn't sure where he was going to shop for what was on his mind. He rang Alex again and when buzzed back, Gregg asks, "Say Alex, where could you recommend me picking up one of those speedos?"
Reporting back to the fellas getting ready, Alex was ready to make the rounds, making sure Michael and Scotty were all set and check to see what Dante was up to.
"Oh Alex... I'm glad you're here. Do you think I should wear a muscle shirt or go Hawaiian?"
For some reason, Dante's build didn't connect with the flowered shirt and he was outspoken about it, "Which do you think would show off your amazing pecs?"
Proud of himself, no less, Dante replies, "So, you think I'll attract any guys at this party?"
"Are you joking Dante? They'll take to your hot muscled bod like flies to a horse!"
"Really?" Dante says, applying the hanger to the shirt and stashing it away in a closet.
"But for real Dante?"
"What?" Dante asks.
"From what I've heard of these parties you should not worry about packing too many clothes."
"Would be cool not to have to pack any!"
"Whatever your conscience tells you Dante."
Leaving the room, Dante stood there for a moment, one hand on a hip, a blank expression on his face as he tried picturing a poolside view in his mind. He smiled when he saw' all the gorgeous hunks lounging around, water splashing as a perfect swimmers-build' dove into the pool. The other hand rubbed the small patch of hair midchest, following the trail down his bod and lastly, his fingers tucked into the band of his boxer briefs. The tips of his fingers began massaging the base of his cock as it drooped downwards inside his briefs. Picturing in his mind a muscled hunk coming up out of the pool, water rushing down his bod like somebody dumped a bucket of water over his head, the muscled pecs, sharp nips protruding, the sculpted sideview and best part, he wasn't wearing anything over his `nice' endowment. "Oh fuck this is going to be so hot!" And before he could do any other packing, or unpacking, Dante's bod fell back on the bed.
Planting his heels in the mattress he lifted his ass up high enough to shuck the briefs. After the brief interlude, Dante dropped his butt back to the bed, his hand sliding down over his slumbering shaft. Going back to `the pool', he let his focus on the pool boys drive on his need for a sexual orgasm. In his mind, the guy was exiting the pool and coming for him. Sitting in a chair, this hot dude walks right over to him, kneels down, lets his arms straddle his thighs and in one gulp, his cock is taken down the dude's throat. "Oooooh!" Dante moaned like it was real, like it really was the pool dude's hand mobilising a hand, using his balls as the force to work his cock in and out of the dude's pursed lips. It didn't last though. Sweating, his bod was wet as the pool dude and soon he was shooting off like a geyser, moaning out loud, bucking his torso madly. "Oh fuck.. oh fuck.... oh fuck was that dude hot!" His hand wet, it skated up
his bod and as Dante found it sensuous, massaged his nip and the hair surrounding it, with his cock oil. Soon the other hand was joining in. This time, closing his eyes was for rest and slowly the massaging action petered out as he lost consciousness.
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Going on first name basis, Alfredo pokes his head in the door and alerts, "Stephen, I have Morgan Johnston downstairs whenever you are ready?"
"I'll be right down, Alredo." And then, addressing the young man packing for his weekend trip out to the Hamptons, Stephen asks, "Do you think I can leave you on your own Dustin?"
"Maybe," Dustin replies. "I'll try to get everything you have spread out here into the suitcases."
Leaving the room, Stephen was doubtful, when he opened up his suitcases at the Karlyle estate, things would be neatly stacked and clothes segregated the way Dustin's father prepared things. Then he switched his logic, thinking whatever the case, Dustin and his father didn't see eye to eye over Dustin's coming out, so if things didn't work out the way he was used to it didn't matter. As he walked to the livingroom, Alfredo was coming in the opposite direction. They exchanged glances, Alredo smiling and wiggling his eyebrows, sending a message.
"Mr. Johnston?"
Morgan was sitting on a sofa, his back facing the entrance and when he stood, turning towards Stephen, well it came in loud and clear, Alfredo's intentions.
"I'm Morgan Johnston, Mr. Braddock. It is good to meet you sir."
Shaking hands, Stephen did manage to introduce himself, even though his eyes remained keen on taking in Morgan's incredibly good looks!
"It is good to meet you."
Dropping his hand, Morgan bends over and retrieves his case, a zippered sleeve of plastic. He withdraws a CD. "I've recorded my resume on this disc, which includes some pictures from my internship."
"Efficient," Stephen replies, astounded by the means which he has not experienced before. "So you are good with computers?"
"I grew up with them. When I was seventeen my folks said it was time to say goodbye to the computer games and for lack of the excitement of playing games, I delved into studying up on `everything computer'," Morgan made quotes in the air around his words.
"So, you have a good knowledge of them?"
"I would say a little better than good, Mr. Braddock!"
The smile was the clincher, something which would make Stephen forget about furthering the interview process. With the clock ticking down, time running out for readying himself for his four day weekend in the Hamptons, Stephen did decide to cut this short.
"If you have a computer I can download my resume for you?"
"Why sure," Stephen didn't argue the personal service offered. "My office is upstairs."
Unknown to Stephen, Alfredo had stopped in to make sure everything was in order with Dustin's packing.
Engaging in conversation, Dustin asks, "You know, you're really young to be a butler?"
"Hmm...Is that so?" Alfredo thought it cute.
"Any butler I've ever known was always an old guy with gray hair."
Standing a foot closer to Dustin than his first assumption, Alfredo says, "I think you are too smart to be a suitcase packer!" He was thinking more than smart, but seemed to be making a connection here and didn't want to blow it.
Contrary to his own thougts, about displaying too much intimacy, it comes back to him, Dustin saying, "Want to know something?"
"What?"
"I think you're kind of cute for an older guy!"
"Kind of? You mean you have somebody else in mind who is cuter?" There was a reason for asking, Alfredo prying more information out of Dustin, trying to find out if there was another man in his life.
Bingo!
"Nah. There's not any other guy in my life at this time. Right now I'm thinking of only how to get along with my father now he knows I'm out and..." Dustin takes a deep inhale, "thinking about how I'm going to afford to pay for college on my own."
Closing in fast, since the situation seemed to drift towards their connecting, Alfredo replies, "As I see it, about your father, nothing you do will soften him up. For some it takes time for them absorb things. You can't wait around for it to happen. You have to move on."
Dustin figures, "I take it you are saying all this out of experience?"
"Not much different than your own," Alfredo confesses. "It's the means by which I came to know Stephen."
"Yeah, what about that? Did you two have something going?"
"Other than an occasional hug and a kiss hello, goodbye or wishing in the new year, no, our relationship has been strictly business, even though it started out as friendship." And Alfredo didn't mean to say this. He doesn't to anyone anymore, allowing the past to be forgotten, but blurts out, "Stephen has a very forgiving heart."
"Oh? So is there a followup to the comment you just made?"
"There is, but it would take a much longer time to explain. Besides, I could think of a much better environment for telling it?"
"Alfredo, are you suggesting we go to your room?"
"No, actually, I was thinking of dinner and drinks?"
Dustin turns around, hiding his face in his hands, "Oh man. I'm such a schmuck!" He walks over to the wall and taps his forehead on it, over and over and over and.... stopping when he feels some arms around his waist, a warm bod leaning into his. He turns his head.
"However, if the atmosphere turns into something more, we could possibly wind up back here?"
"Isn't this sweet?"
Without even thinking about it, Dustin and Alfredo split apart in a fraction of a second.
Not that he felt obligated to give explanation, Alfredo mentions, "Um, I was measuring Dustin's waist."
"For what purpose?" Stephen plays along, looking from Alfredo, to Dustin and back.
"This," he pulls a speedo out of his pocket. "I thought maybe it would come in handy this weekend."
"Sorry, but I'm not getting it Alfredo."
Neither was Dustin and for sure, Morgan was completely in the dark, though he did get some nice vibes, drawing up a list of stats in his mind after taking some pot shot glances of Dustin, about his height, 5'10, slim like himself, light brown hair leaning towards blondish and his posture, his mid region which suggested Dustin was beginning to react to something he had going on with Alfredo.
"Well," Alfredo begins to fabricate, "if Dustin is packing your clothes, who is going to unpack them when you get to the Karlyle estate?"
Silence filled the small circle of four.
Till Stephen clears his throat and responds, "I didn't think of it, Alfredo... I just figured you would..."
"Yeah I know, but remember the last party we attended at Karlyle's? How others began comandeering the services of us `servants' and you didn't see me until later in the afternoon Stephen?"
Dustin was taking it all in until he sensed `being watched'.
For Morgan, he was safe in his admiring Dustin, until he got snagged!
Walking over, behind Stephen's back, Alfredo's eyes followed him.
Picking up on it, Stephen turns around, steps from shadowing his applicant and introduces, "Fellas, this is Morgan Johnston, my new sidekick, who will be in training for the new position of Braddock's Uptown merchandise manager."
Alfredo responds, "We've met, but it's good to know Morgan will be a part of the Braddock empire."
After Alfredo finishes, Morgan says, "But you haven't seen my resume yet, Stephen," he slipped from addressing Stephen formally.
"Welcome," Stephen watched Dustin introduce himself, "I'm Dustin Bailey. I sort of work for Stephen."
Having some' clout with Stephen, Alfredo says of all this, "Ah Stephen, Dustin needs some funding' to finish out his masters. He could sure use a `good' job."
Putting Stephen on the spot, he really didn't have an answer. However, he was trying to beef up the work force at Braddock's Uptown, so he figured it wouldn't hurt for Morgan to have an assitant, "I would think, with meeting buyers, dealing with models and designers, you `could' use an assistant Morgan?"
"I would welcome it," Morgan acknowledges Stephen, his head darting back and forth to Dustin. His attention settling on Dustin, "If Dustin would like such a position?"
"Sure. It would be great!" Dustin agreed right away.
Alfredo had hidden thoughts, `There goes dinner, drinks and the afterglow!'
"Then it's settled," Stephen seals the deal, shaking Morgan's hand, followed by Dustin.
Much to Alfredo's surprise, Dustin says, "Alfredo and I are going out to dinner tonight. If it's alright with him, maybe we can make it a night of celebration?"
"For three or four?" Stephen questions.
Seeing his dreams aren't crushed for the evening, Alfredo caresses Stephen, arm around his shoulder as he awards him, "Are you kidding Stephen? Leave out the man responsible for lighting the fire of two career-minded young men?"
No mention was made of Morgan's sexual preferences, however Alfredo's gifts encompassed more than his ability to serve dinner!
As for Stephen, he wondered how further he could `light the fire' tonight!
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....