This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings, beliefs, and in some cases, experience. Come to think of it -- it might not be all that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - - ENJOY!
Cast of characters:
Brian Weber -- That's me! Deena -- my wife Ronny -- my son. Chris Willows -- kid in bathroom. Mike Riggs -- new friend. Chanelle LeBelle -- Ronny's girlfriend. Gary Foosdorf -- Mike's friend Dmitri Polchek-- Neighbor Ericka -- Dmitri's wife Alexandra -- Dmitri's daughter Muhammad Zarindast -- Friend Stan -- Muhammad's Afghan hound. Kohfi -- 30 year old Persian Freedom Contender Mick -- 26 year old American Freedom Contender Ammad -- 45 year old Iraqi Freedom Contender Keyvan & Sohrab -- Iranian boys.
From Chapter 9:
I wanted so much to say something to Gary about my conversation with Ronny, but I promised. "Yeah, well, like you said, he's a smart kid. For all we know -- he enjoys listening to it."
"You know -- I think I would!" Said Gary.
"I don't think you have any herpes on your mouth! If we can't fuck -- we can kiss!" I said, then I pulled him into a warm, wet, deep and long kiss. "You don't have to go home tonight, do you?" I said.
"It's a little frustrating just holding my man while falling asleep, but - I guess it must be love -- I still love it!"
Chapter 10
I woke up early in the morning. Because of the herpes, we both wore sleep shorts to bed. Gary has by now a few things he leaves here. But even with the shorts, his boner was pressing hard into my backside. He moaned a little -- which was what woke me. I tried to extricate myself from him. He is very affectionate and his arm was over my side and even in his sleep he was gently fondling my pecs.
I put my hand on top of his and caressed it, then slowly removed it and inched away from him. I was about to swing my legs down to the floor. "You're just gonna sneak away, huh?"
"I didn't want to wake you."
"You thought I was asleep? Heh! I don't think I have that much finesse in my sleep. You know what? You have a very nice feeling chest!"
I laid back down -- on my back. He then again caressed my nipples gently, then said, "This feels good too!" as he slid his hand inside my shorts and squeezed my throbbing pee bone.
"Careful - I gotta pee." I said.
"We can do that in the shower1" He said.
"Oh!" I said, delighted. "I'm still so new to all this."
"Yeah, like you never do that!"
"Well, I never knew two could do it!"
We went into the shower -- which is not 5 steps from my bed, inside the bathroom. He was by now well acquainted with my bath and shower. He turned it on and we stripped our shorts off. We eyed each other approvingly.
"God, you're sexy for an old man, Daddy."
"I'm only 5 years older than you are, kiddo! But let's have a little respect anyway!" I said, and added, "And -- I'm not God."
"I was never close to my dad -- like you and Ronny. Maybe I can think of you sometimes that way. I definitely felt more of a brother to Ronny yesterday than - " He paused a moment.
"Than a mother?" I quipped.
"OHO! Like son, like father, Huh? Yup, I'm gonna have to get you for that -- someday when you least expect it too!
I laughed and turned and started to relax my urethral sphincter -- to pee into the drain. Gary turned me back around and hugged me. I again squeezed it off -- with some amount of pain! "Gary! I gotta pee bad!"
"Then pee!" He said, holding me close.
"I'm not gonna pee on you!!" I exclaimed.
"Why not -- because I'm sure as hell peeing on you! -- kiss me -- quick -- before I'm finished!"
I felt his hot stream on my tummy, as the shower was on my back. I couldn't kiss him and hold it any longer. I felt trapped. He held me fast. He kissed me deeply and I responded by thrusting my tongue into his mouth and completely letting my self pee between our bodies. The more it came out of me, the more I got into it.
When we were both drained, Gary grabbed a wash cloth and soaped it up and washed both of our groins thoroughly. He showed me the cracked skin on his scrotum, in the area where it made contact with his leg. It was up in the crevice between his ball sack and his leg. It looked much like some athlete's foot I have seen.
"That -- doesn't look anything like the pictures I have seen."
"You looked on the internet too?" Gary said.
"Well -- yeah! We were of course curious, and - "
"We?" Said Gary.
"Well, yeah. Both Ron and I were interested. But the pictures they showed there were all so disgusting!"
"They are mostly from companies that sell remedies to treat it. They want to `inform' you -- what it can do."
"You mean `scare' us! Damn, Gary -- I'm glad you showed me! Does it hurt?" I unconsciously reached out to touch it. He stepped back.
"It probably would be okay for you to touch it with the soap and water present, but -- you CAN get it on your hands, too. It was worse yesterday, so I think it's closing up. I've been taking one of the meds. I may try some others to see what works best." But -- I can touch you!" He said.
He again washed his hands and then grabbed my softening shaft and squeezed it. "Yeah, seeing and talking about this crap has a tendency to do that, doesn't it." He said. But as soon as he squished my soft flesh between his fingers, it began to bone up again. He dropped to his knees and took it in. It wasn't too long before I was suppressing my cries. He grabbed my knees to keep them from buckling. When he was finished, he came up and kissed me deeply. I felt the warm creamy stuff mixing into my mouth.
I asked, "Can't I at least give you some hand, while we make out here under the hot water? At least it's not on your dick."
"I'm afraid you still might get it somehow. Let's be on the safe side, huh?"
"I have an idea!"
I hopped out of the shower and got under the sink, where I found an unopened package with -- thin rubber utility gloves. I put one on and came back and soon he was putty in my hands -- or rather cumming in my HAND!
When we were drying off, I was marveling over the new things he taught me this morning -- and how I enjoyed it -- even though we could not do exactly what I wanted. "You're sure full of some fun surprises!" I said.
"You have a few of your own!" he quipped.
"Oh -- you mean the glove? It just occurred to me that - "
"No -- I'm talking about your revelations to me about all you and Ronny have discussed."
"Oh -- yeah, we -- are -- close -- I guess." My voice trailed off as I noticed that he was more serious than I realized. "Is -- something wrong?"
"Well -- not -- I mean yes -- but -- it's not -- I mean -- Bri -- it makes me uncomfortable -- embarrassed, I guess -- to know that you and Ronny have discussed my problem. Maybe it shouldn't bother me, but - "
"I'm sorry, Gary! That was all before we really got together. Maybe I should have anticipated that we could -- and -- I dunno. I wouldn't discuss those things with him now. But he has a very natural curiosity, and we are closer than most sons and dads. I -- I -- I'm really sorry."
I felt terrible.
"I can see you are. And I didn't really mean to fuck up the mood like that! It's not that big a deal -- but it just seemed a good time to mention it. Maybe my timing could have been better."
"Well, now that it's out in the open, let's just say, what goes on in our bedroom -- stays in our bedroom. And anything relating to you -- of a personal nature -- is for you to tell Ron -- not me."
When we turned off the bathroom fan and heater, it was still as quiet in the house as when we started. It was still dark. "What time is it anyway?" I asked.
"It's 4:30."
"Geez! I don't need to be to work until 8:00. Let's go back to bed."
"I should get home and get ready there." He said. "I'll get dressed and leave quietly. Please don't worry about what we talked about. It's over and I'm okay with it -- now. I'm glad we talked. He kissed me again -- deeply -- and got dressed and left. As soon as I heard his car leave, there was a knock on my bedroom door.
"Come in." I said.
Ronny was in his full pajamas. "Can I climb in with you, Pop?"
I opened the covers and he snuggled up close to me. "Gosh I'm gonna miss this!" He said.
"Huh?"
"After Gary moves in -- we can't do this any more -- or shouldn't -- maybe - - ?"
"Well, I'm sure some would say we shouldn't be doing it now, Ron. But what has that to do with us? We are not the average boy and his dad. We are a man and his dad, who have always been close and have never done anything that those `some' other's dirty minds imagine. But -- as long as you are comfortable with it -- I know that Gary was okay other night when you climbed in with us. I'd even say he -- liked it!"
"Dad? Do you think -- well -- I mean -- you don't think my teasing around with Gary -- you know -- like when we were wrestling the other day -- I -- just -- don't wanna give him the wrong idea -- and I sure as heck don't wanna cause any trouble between you and him -- you know?"
"It's something to be aware of, Sweetheart, but -- I really don't think it's a problem. If anything, I'd be more worried about him going for someone older than me. He likes older guys."
"You mean more experienced?"
"Well -- certainly not more experienced in -- some ways -- but maybe more experienced in life -- or something. I think he sees you as more of a little brother than anything else. He loves what you two have -- I can tell. And don't be concerned if he gets aroused once in awhile -- it's just how we're built -- you know?"
"Heh -- yeah, I know. I do too -- sometimes. But that's why I was wondering in the first place -- I don't want him to think that because I get a little wood when we play -- that it means anything."
"You know what? I think the best thing to do is tell him that -- I mean YOU tell him."
Ronny grabbed my arm, which was hanging on his hip and hugged it close, until we both went back to sleep.
I heard a knock. In my sleepy stupor, I could see that it was now light and I sleepily -- and automatically said, "Come in."
Before either of us could move, the door swung open and there stood Keyvan and Sohrab, their mouths agape. Ronny started to move, but I held him fast against me. "Good morning boys. Are you hungry for some breakfast?"
(Note: Keyvan is pronounced "kay-vahn" and Sohrab is pronounced "so-rawb".)
"We -- we -- we -- wondered where Ron was. He wasn't -- wasn't -- I mean and -- now he's -- I mean - "
"Sohrab -- Keyvan -- come here." They came closer to the bed. "Kneel here by the bed, so I can see your eyes." They did as they were asked. "Boys, Ronny is my son." They both nodded. "Sometimes he comes and sleeps with me -- just because I am his dad and we love each other so much. It's not like the love I have for Gary -- that's different. He's my boy -- and I'm his dad. We were talking this morning and fell asleep."
Sohrab got big tears in his eyes. "What's wrong Sohrab?" Said Ronny.
"I -- I -- I - " He wiped his eyes and nose. "I miss my father."
"Were you close to him?"
"He is a fukkin' shit hole!" Said Keyvan, bitterly. I'm guessing he got that one from the internet. "It is why I must be my brothers keeper. Our father does not care for any of his children. Our sisters either. He only wants to be the fukkin' dictator in our house. He beats my mother and -- all of us -- when he is not pleased with his day."
"I'm sorry, Boys. But -- you said you miss your father, Sohrab."
Sohrab looked plaintively at his older brother. "Sohrab means that he has always missed him. He has never been a father to us." Sohrab was nodding his head. "Our friends -- some of them -- are like you and Ron. Well, I don't think they -- um -- sleep -- together, but - "
"Let me make it clear, boys, we don't ever do anything more than what you see us doing now."
"Oh. Okay." Said Keyvan, as if that was a surprise.
"Could -- could -- could - " Again Sohrab looked pleadingly at Keyvan and whispered something in his ear -- in Farsi. Keyvan shook his head and seemed agitated. Sohrab pouted. Keyvan relented, and said,
"My brother would like to know if sometimes you could hold him like you are holding Ron." Keyvan's dark brown skin turned deep red, but Sohrab only looked at me soulfully.
Ronny opened the covers and climbed to the other side of me. I beckoned to Sohrab to climb in. He shyly complied. As soon as he was in place, spooning me from the front, he started to sob. I pulled him closer and he sobbed even more. I asked Keyvan if he wanted to join us. He turned and sat on the floor, his back against the bed, folded his arms and shook his head. "No!"
Sohrab craned his neck as far around as possible, taking care to keep full contact as possible with my body. "My I call you father?" It was asked as innocently as if he were a 5-year-old.
Keyvan was instantly back on his knees, and facing us. "No! NO!! You CANNOT call another your father! It is not right!" Raged Keyvan.
I looked intently at Keyvan -- he stared me down as if to dare me to contradict what he has said. Keeping eye contact with Keyvan, I said, "Keyvan is right, Sohrab. But maybe you would like to call me `Dad', as Ron does."
Keyvan thought about that for a long moment. Then he declared, "I too will call you Dad. It is appropriate!"
I smiled and said, "Yes -- it is."
Keyvan thought about that a few moments more and then his face softened and he smiled. Then he reached across his brother and laid his hand on my face, and simply said, "Yes."
Sohrab said something in Farsi. "Speak English!" Commanded Keyvan. He saw my unconscious frown, and softened. "It is disrespectful to our Dad to do otherwise."
Sohrab said, "Do you want to have (turn?) to hold Dad?" They both said it as if it was a cross between dad and dodd.
"NO!" He said with a certain finality.
"Are you sure, Keyvan?"
He lowered his voice. "Yes." He said quietly.
"Do you mean yes you want me to hold you?" I said, matching his quiet.
"Yes." He whispered, "I want that."
Sohrab turned and kissed my cheek and scampered over me, next to Ronny. I looked at Ronny and he was smiling -- through tears. Keyvan climbed up and I expected him to spoon back into me -- like his brother had done. Instead, he came to me, front to front, put his arms around my shoulders and neck and wiggled himself in close to me.
Keyvan put his face in my neck and there was a long sigh, after which he too started to sob, even louder and more pitifully than his brother had.
I told Mo what had transpired -- mostly because I didn't want him to hear it from one of them first. "That is good. It is why I wanted these boys to come to you. Keyvan I have worried about. He was the only one of all we rescued that has not broken yet. I did not imagine it could happen the first day with you. He will be much happier now.
"You must know that Keyvan is 9 months older than Sohrab. It was their mother that contacted our organization. Their father was using Keyvan for his pleasure. Do you understand this?"
"I wish I didn't!" I answered.
"His mother has told me that Keyvan has always protected his brother. It is why the father has not only abused Keyvan sexually, but beat him terribly -- and also their mother."
"Surely it must be illegal to - "
"A man's family is his chattel. He has power of life and death over them all -- in this backward country and culture. Keyvan's father was hoping that his younger son would be a suicide bomber. This is what you have helped us save a few children from."
"What about the daughters?"
"They are not so much in danger. It is considered shameful of a daughter is defiled before she is given away. She must be a virgin. Men dote on their daughters. We save whom we can, but in truth it will be the youth who will finally throw off the bonds that these sick people allow themselves to be fettered with. The youth -- with the aid of the internet -- now know that this is not normal. They will not forever stand for it. The strong will survive and fight back."
"I hope you are right." I said.
The architects came and spent 3 days pouring over plans and learning my property and structures by heart.
The outbuilding designer was at first moody and temperamental, but once he got the spirit of the project, he was enthusiastic. The stables and the new barn -- on paper looked stylishly rustic and - - expensive! Art, the house architect, was well named. He came up with a completely new design for the house, taking off 2/3 of the old roof and raising it 12" to make it appear like something that was built last year.
Our house was purposely built to appear unassuming -- a basic box. He designed in new facades and extensions for rooms that would make it look brand new. The landscaper designed it to be more defined between the well manicured lawns and landscaping around the house itself, and the more rough field and paddocks.
The landscape contractor was another gay guy, who had a partner who accompanied him once or twice. Andy -- the landscaper - must have been 45, whereas his partner, Alan, looked about Gary's age, tall, thin with a very masculine, angular, and handsome face. He loved joking around with the boys. He organized a football game for us all to play on his second visit. Playing foot ball on sloping land -- even gently sloping, as ours is -- was a challenge, but fun and funny as we tumbled over each other.
Mo allowed the boys to go with Ronny to the local Placerville campus of Cosumnes River College, but was iron solid that they retain their majors. They were both very young to be attending college, but they didn't seem to have a problem with it. Their tutor didn't live with us, but he may as well have. They weren't allowed to work outside the home, but Mo insisted that they take care of the property, with regular mucking of the fields, and also the equestrian trainer taught them to handle horses.
He trained our horses before Mo's arrived from Iran. After a short 6 weeks Hero didn't run spontaneously whenever anyone else did. He waited for the command. The new out buildings went up the fastest.
Gary decided to wait until the remodel was complete to move so that we had a place to escape once in awhile.
Speaking of escapes -- we had plenty of chances for that. We learned that though we both liked top and bottom, I prefer the bottom and luckily he prefers top. The night after the field football game, we went down to his place to shower. Then Mo took us out to Carvers Steak and Chop house for dinner.
"How are things coming with your remodel?"
"Remodeling always seems slow -- especially living there while they do it. But the fields, paddocks and stables are finished. The fence has been repaired -- or rather replaced, tensioned and painted. They are building the barn now." I said, wondering what his next request was.
"I would like to bring the horses next. As you know, the refurbishment of your neighbor's property has been easier, as he did not require a rustic appearance."
"That was not my idea, Mo!"
"I know that. It was mine. I would do almost anything for your son. I am very attached to him. I may never have one of my own. You are a very blessed man. You started with 1 and now have 3 sons."
"Four -- if you count me!" Said Gary.
At Mo's curious look, I said, "Yeah, sometimes Gary likes to play more like the boys - and WITH the boys! But he loves like a man!"
Mo looked envious of what I have with Gary.
"I think you should talk to Charlie -- your trainer. He may have some input as to when the other horses may arrive." I suggested.
"It is not their schedule -- it is yours -- and mine. Is it okay with you to do it at this time? It may take up to a month to bring them here."
"I think in a month everything -- except maybe the barn -- may be done anyway. That would be great."
"I want to do more for you, Brian -- but I do not wish to insult you." He said -- obviously as a leading statement.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked.
"If you can take any more time off work, I'd like to send you and Gary as well as Ron and Mick to someplace of your choice."
"All together?"
"That would be your choice as well. I assume that you would like to be with Gary -- as well as your son. Mick has already indicated to me he would like to go wherever Ron goes."
"Will you go?" Asked Gary.
"I cannot. I will be quite busy."
"You're going back, aren't you?" Said Gary, almost looking hurt that he wasn't asked.
"Yes, there are many inquiries -- from many worried mothers."
Later, at Gary's apartment, I said, "You looked like you'd want to go back to Iran with Mo. Is that true? I thought that originally you very expressly said you didn't want to go, but now - - ?"
"It's silly. I didn't want to go, but after you left, I felt extremely lonely and -- fearful. I contacted Mo. While you were out at the compound, I was given a crash course in Tehran geography. Mo thought it would be better that you not be concerned over me -- for your protection -- until it was obvious that you had figured it out. Mo said he actually felt physically sick that day that he inadvertently mentioned my name."
"But -- do you want to go, Gary? Why didn't you say something?"
"I went because I felt lost with you gone. I am going to stay this time, for the same reason. Bri, I thought I was in love with Raul. I loved him, but I know what being in love feels like now. Call it selfishness, but -- no, I don't want to go. The silly part was -- I just felt kind of disappointed he didn't ask."
"Mo is very perceptive. I know he can feel what's been going on between you and me. He feels responsible for Ronny's face -- and for Mick's near death. He doesn't want to cause any more grief in our lives."
"Bri?"
"Yeah?"
"Were you gonna ignore what I said -- about being in love?"
"If you want me to tell you that I am in love with you -- I have felt that way for some time now. I thought I was in love with Deena, but then found out I am gay. I had very mixed feelings about Deena after that. I guess I really did love her -- but like you -- I really didn't even know what being in love was."
"But now you do?"
I stroked Gary's face. "It still seems so soon to tell. But I've never felt this way about anyone else. I believe I have told you that."
"Sorry -- I guess I just need reassurance."
"I don't know how else to tell you. I love you -- more than anyone I've ever loved -- in this way."
"In this way. I guess you're referring to the love you have for Ronny. You love him more than you love me?"
"It's different, Gary. I love you both -- but differently. Please don't ask me to choose one of you over the other. You have come into my life recently, and I can't imagine loving anyone any more deeply that I do you at this moment. Ronny of flesh of my flesh -- almost part of me -- and has been since birth. Some day, we'll have to ask him to move out -- if he doesn't do it on his own. And that will be because our relationship deserves to flourish without his presence. I fully expect he will be gone before the boys."
"I'm sorry I'm such an emotional suck! You must get tired of my childishness sometimes."
"Actually I haven't yet. I really do understand. And the main reason is that I don't feel all that much more mature than you. The difference is -- I have had a family for the last 19 years. That tends to make a guy more sober, probably. I now have you to help me lighten up -- and it's something I really want to do. It's the only reason I am kind of dreading you moving in. We won't have this place to get away TO."
"But we'll have more disposable income, Bri. We can get away -- often -- to San Francisco, to the wine country, Monterrey Bay, Lake Tahoe -- you name it!"
"See? That's why I need you in my life."
"What -- just to lighten your up?"
"Well -- yeah -- that and - - this!" I said, and I rubbed my hands over the boxer shorts. We had gotten comfortable after coming into the house. I would swear it jumped up to meet my hand. He moaned and leaned back and closed his eyes. I took his tool out through the fly in his boxers and stroked it a few times. His sharp intake of breath told me he liked it -- as well as that other high pitched moan.
I played some more with him and kissed his face and lips. As I stroked long and hard, he kissed me deeply and deliciously. He wasn't close yet, but let me know that he loved what I was doing. I removed his tee shirt and kissed his nipples. I know not to nibble them in any way -- he is very sensitive -- but I sucked and tongued them and he squirmed under me, on the couch.
He fondled my ears and hair, as I dropped lower to kiss his tummy and then I went for the gold. He pushed me away. "No -- I don't -- I mean -- I'm afraid you'll maybe get - "
"Do you have a sore?"
"No"
"Does it itch?"
"No, but I don't want there to be any chance that you will - "
"Okay -- I guess there is where I can show you how much I love you. Gary -- I used a condom once with Deena. I never want to do that again. And I know I can't give you your maximum pleasure with that on."
He looked at me like he was about to cry, but he didn't. "You're the most amazing guy on the planet, Bri!"
"Present company excepted!" I said. "I want you in me -- and only you. Do you know what the latex smells and tastes like?"
"Yeah. Pretty gross."
I inspected his crotch closely -- under the bright light of the lamp that was on the table by the couch. "I don't see anything. Can you feel anything?"
"No."
"Have you been taking the medicine that the doctor gave you?"
"Yes."
"Good -- because I'm gonna give you the best head I know about -- and if it's not the best you've ever had in your life -- well, that would be YOUR fault -- for not teaching me!"
He grinned, as if to say, "Bring it on!"
I sucked and licked all over his stiff pole and the two orbs below. He wasn't near to blowing, but it was driving him crazy -- I could tell by the way he was bucking! I worked my finger past his anal sphincter, and he let out a shrill sigh, then I went to work in earnest on his bone, as I stroked his prostate with one hand, I was short stroking his pole with the other as I sucked at the same time.
"Ohhhh, Baby! I'm getting' close!"
"Good! I said, let's get closer!" And I slowed down and tongued him inside my mouth but finger-fucked him with two fingers. His breathing became ragged.
"Getting, close, Bri -- GETTING CLOSE!" he screamed.
I then stopped and flopped over on my back and pulled my knees up. "Go for it, Gary -- drive it home!"
"No -- I can't -- bareback -- it's not - " he cried.
"Dammit, Guy! I want it~! Just do it! You're clean! GO FOR IT!"
He knelt at my bum and I put my legs over his shoulders, and he pushed into me pretty easily, as I had learned how to accept him. He looked worried, as he started to push in and pull out. I grinned and reassured him that it was going to be fine, and he picked up speed, and it didn't take long before he was back up to his raging, locomotive style piston-ing me. He was grunting like a train coming in the station as he wailed, "OOohhhhhh, Briiii -- it's -- it's ohhhh -- ohhhh -- omigod -- it's -- Aaaaiiiieeee!" He spasmed over and over as I felt his jizzum shoot up inside me, and as that happened it got ever so much more slippery.
Then he fell face down on top of me, panting and wheezing. We were both sweaty masses of flesh and bone. He felt hot on top of me -- and somewhat heavy too, but - - I felt like I was in heaven. When he caught his breath a little, he said, "You -- you -- did you get off?" As he rolled off me, and to the side.
"That was the highest I've ever been emotionally!" I said, reaching for and squeezing his hand. "I never imagined that it would be such a rush -- getting someone else off. But you were stupendous -- I mean awesome!"
"So -- you DIDN'T get off?" He said.
"Apparently there's more than one way to get off, my sweet Gary. Maybe later on -- or in the morning -- you can find a way to feel what I just felt. It was better than any physical orgasm I've ever had." I kissed him. We were both still too hot and sticky to want to do anything more than kiss -- and at that just a peck. I then added, "And -- um -- maybe when you figure out how you will accomplish that -- it will somehow involve me!"
"I do love you, Brian Weber! I am so happy that we are together -- and that we even found each other at all. You're one on a million!"
"Believe me, I feel the same, Gary. You couldn't have more perfectly put my feelings into words. I love you so much. But now I'm tired -- can we just go to sleep?"
"M -- zzzzzzz"
I don't know if he heard me or not.
Notes: I could probably end it here -- but we all know that -- on the other hand -- I just couldn't! Comments are always welcome to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and - - love, Steve