Billy was bored. As Billy had a very short attention span it was quite understandable. He was at a gay party and there was no one there that he fancied. Billy was a professional football (USA read soccer) player, and had been one for 2 whole months. The job taxed Billy's mental abilities to the full. Billy was "Intellectually Challenged", as the Politically Correct Prats would phrase it. Although he was unaware of the cause of it, the truth was he had suffered minimal brain damage at birth.
Billy was also slightly short on stature too. At 5 foot 2 inches he looked up to most people and down on few. Apart from these two defects Billy was pretty good. He did not see being black as a handicap. He had a well muscled body, cheeky smile and a cheerful disposition. In fact he always reminded you of someone's younger bother who always tagged along with kids a bit too old for him. He also possessed a sort of animal cunning that he used well to cover his disabilities.
Up until 2 months ago football had been Billy's only love. Strangely enough getting a place on the team was what introduced Billy to a far greater love, Mike. Mike was exactly the opposite of Billy in almost every way. He was tall, blond, intelligent with a very insular disposition. He also avoided Billy like the plague, in fact in the entire two months Billy had only seen Mike naked in the showers once.
When Billy had got a place on the team he had been provided with an apartment in the same building as Mike. He had briefly been in Mike's one. All he got to know about Mike was, he was obsessively tidy.
The cigarette smoke was beginning to build up in the lounge and Billy slipped quietly into the kitchen. He didn't notice a new arrival, however the newcomer had a good look at Billy.
Den always arrived late at parties. He was just entering the rather blue air of the lounge when he saw a cute looking little black number leaving by the other door. He waited a few minutes chatting idly to one of the hosts, then he followed silently into the kitchen.
There he found the boy bent over rummaging in the fridge for a beer. "He certainly has a nice ass." thought Den making the most of the opportunity to gaze at the lad. Like many Negroes Billy had two beautiful round buns.
"Was the smoke too much for you too?" Den inquired causing the boy to jump.
Den introduced himself and began chatting the kid up. With in a short time he realised a couple of things, the lad was not very bright, and his sole topic of conversation was football. As this was a subject that did not interest Den the conversation began to lag badly. Then he discovered that the boy had another love, so they discussed Mike.
Billy realised that he was being chatted up. The guy was quite good looking but at 35, he was a bit older than any man Billy had made it with. Den obviously had the hots for him as he was moving closer, he was just about to touch Billy when it happened.
"So you are sure that this Mike fellow is straight?", said Den.
There was an odd echo quality to Den's voice as he said it. It was like having two radios tuned to the same station, you hear the same thing twice, but they are slightly different. Then something appeared to be forming in the room, a third being, Billy looked puzzled.
Den said "Oh shit! I didn't meant to do that - I'm sorry - it was an accident", and with that everything went back to normal.
"What was it you were doing?" Billy asked, but the host of the party had entered the kitchen and Den put his finger to his lips and silenced Billy's questions. Then he bent forwards and whispered in Billy's ear, "Would you like to come back to my place for coffee?"
Billy gestured to Den who bent down so that Billy could whisper his reply, "How about we go back to your place and fuck like rabbits?"
This creased Den up and soon they were in his rather expensive car driving through the night.
When they got home Den soon had them both stripped and led the way to the shower. There, as they washed each other, they got to know each other's body. Billy was really rather a catch was Den's thoughts. Whilst Billy was impressed at how good Den looked in the buff.
Foreplay was all but over by the time they dried and got to the bed. Den wasted no time in getting Billy face down with his legs spread whilst he rimmed him. As he was expert at the task Billy was soon begging to be fucked.
Den insisted on fingering him and drove him to greater heights. Next he lubbed the boy, coated his own dick with KY and was getting ready to enter when Billy suddenly rolled over and said, "What happened in the kitchen?"
Den froze. "Forget that. It was an accident." he said, just a bit too hurriedly.
"No I want to know, do it again." insisted Billy.
The argument went on for several minutes and Billy sensed that Den was weakening. Eventually Den said "OK, but just until tomorrow morning."
Billy looked excited and Den said "Why do I give in?"
The pseudo echo was back in his voice. Something quietly formed, Billy could not see it but he could fully sense it was there.
It looked at Den and sighed. "Dear me. You did it again, didn't you? Another one night stand I suppose?"
Den's cheeks burned red. He nodded and said, "Well he did insist."
This time Billy noticed two things, there was no echo, and Den's lips never moved when he spoke.
"Who's he?" asked Billy totally in awe.
It turned its attention to Billy, "Den calls me the Gestalt. He has linked your mind to his. The echo you were so puzzled by was you hearing his thoughts and his words. When you link with someone a `Gestalt' is created, it is a presence that is the sum of both of your minds. And as such, the whole is greater than the sum of the parts."
Billy didn't really notice that he totally understood the explanation without anything having to be repeated.
The Gestalt continued, "As long as you two remain linked, I exist, and as long as you remain linked you share everything with Den. You may see through his eyes. Feel what he feels. Hear what he hears. Which makes for a really fantastic fuck! Now be a good boy and roll over onto your tum."
To Billy's surprise he did just that. "You can control me?", Billy sounded worried.
The Gestalt laughed and said, "You didn't listen, I am you! Both you and Den want to fuck. So I must also want you to fuck, therefore when I tell you to roll over it is really part of you that wants to roll over, so you do it. Now pull your ass cheeks apart and let Den get into you."
Again Billy's body obeyed the strange being. What happened next was beyond Billy's belief. Den began to slowly enter Billy and as the Gestalt had predicted he could feel the head of Den's prick slide into him, but he could also feel what Den was feeling, a tight warm ass slowly enveloping a cock.
As he could feel both sides Billy moved his ass into the perfect position for Den to fuck him. Billy liked being held by the hips when he was being fucked so Den's hands automatically moved to that position.
Both Billy and Den liked long deep strokes so that was no problem. Billy however liked short burst of rough fucking and in previous fucks the other party would either not fuck him hard enough, or fuck him to hard or to long. Den now gave Billy exactly the right amount.
When Billy needed a change in position Den managed to get him onto his back with his legs round Den's neck without even taking his cock out of his ass.
In this position he could use Den's eyes to watch himself being fucked. It was interesting to see the look of lust on his face. Now he knew exactly why men wanted to fuck him. Christ this was the fuck of a lifetime. Billy wondered what it would be like when Den had an orgasm and Den began to fuck in earnest.
Billy was almost going into sensual overload. Den was close to his climax and was resisting going over the edge. Billy could feel that Den's cock was already leaking cum into him. Then Den gave a groan and let go pretence of control.
The cock in Billy's ass jumped and shot wad after wad of cum. Billy could feel it shoot out of Den's cock and he could feel is pump into him. Suddenly he realised that he to was cuming. His load was hitting Den on the chest and as he watched it began to drip down on him.
About here all rational thought stopped for Billy. He gave himself up totally to the feral lust of the act of orgasm.
The next thing he remembered was a limp cock being pulled out his ass and the feeling of infinite regret that it was over. It had made any previous fuck seem as about as interesting as a wank. This was the ONLY way to have sex.
About 20 minutes later Billy was enjoying the sensation of giving Den the perfect blow job. He could feel what it was like when his throat clutched Den's cock as he deep throated him. He could also enjoy the sensation of gently scratching Den's nuts.
Just when Billy wanted it Den reached out, firmly gripped Billy's head and began to fuck his face. Again he could feel the orgasm begin to build in Den. Just as Den came he stopped pumping and held his cock with the head in Billy's mouth. The cock jumped and Billy's mouth was suddenly filled with cum. He sucked and the cock jumped again rewarding Billy with another wad of cum.
The cum was oozing out of the corners of Billy's mouth and running down his chin before Den released him and he could at last swallow the load.
Billy had managed not to shoot this time and when Den rolled over Billy had the urge to mount him. Billy thought it was strange because he never went on top. He watched, slightly amazed as his fingers expertly loosened up Den. Then he lubbed Den and himself as though he had done it every day.
Den held himself open and Billy watched as his cock slowly vanish into Den's ass. The dual feeling was again intense. Billy knew that Den liked it rough, but he was slightly surprised at how rough. He found himself fucking like a wild beast smashing his cock home with all his might.
He was also surprised how Den melded the pain and pleasure into one incredibly intense feeling, so intense that he that he only saw his own orgasm approaching at the last moment. Far too late to stop, but just in time to be enjoyed. For the first time in his life he savoured the feeling of filling a fellow man with his seed. God it felt good to pump it in. Eventually an exhausted Billy slowly rolled of Den and onto the bed.
"My, my Billy. you go like a little two-stroke once you get started", said the Gestalt.
Billy suddenly realised that not a word, verbally or mentally, had passed since he had been told to spread his butt cheeks. Everything had been done as it was needed.
Billy said "God I feel fucked! I've never had a session like this before!"
The Gestalt smiled and said, "The night is young and if I am the judge of anything you will be walking all funny in the morning. Remember I know all about Den."
And the Gestalt was correct Billy ha four glorious orgasms and Den presented Billy with his load five times before they slipped into the arms of Morpheus and slept late into the following day.
Billy never went to a party unless he had a free day the next morning. So when he woke there was no rush. He lay remembering the whole of the last night and marvelled at it. The world seemed a brighter place, there were things that Billy had never noticed before. Billy was at last playing with a full deck.
With his mind he reached out and touched Den's mind. Den was sound asleep so Billy got up and wandered into the kitchen to make breakfast. Den's mind supplied all the locations and soon he was sitting eating a hearty breakfast whilst he thumbed through the morning newspaper.
He could sense the Gestalt's presence and he could also sense mild amusement. He had just read his fourth story in the paper when it hit him, he was reading! He wasn't pretending to read, he wasn't struggling to make words out of jumbles of letters, he was just glancing at the word and its meaning was right there in his head!
The Gestalt chuckled softly and said, "I wondered how long it would be before you noticed. Den can read, so you can read too. For the first time in Den's life he understands football. Tell me, what do you think of Opera?"
Billy was about to say he new absolutely nothing about Opera when he realised that not only knew a lot, he was a great Opera fan. It sort of made him shiver.
The Gestalt said, "Anything that you borrow from Den's mind will be retained in your mind. So all the words that you read this morning you will always be able to recognise."
Thus when Den rose an hour later he found Billy working his way through his modest library at a respectable rate.
After breaking his fast Den took Billy into the shower and they had all the fun of washing each other. Then he leaned Billy up against the wall facing away from him, lifted Billy off his feet and lowered him onto a raging hard on.
Billy imagined it was Mike that was holding him and Den caught the thought and followed it backwards until he knew how Billy felt about Mike, he shuddered. Billy wished to be owned body and soul by Mike. Den was attracted and at the same time repelled by the concept, so he got back to the job in hand and entered Billy fully.
This was a new position for Billy, held in the air and fucked. He felt deliciously helpless. In a mirror he could see a side view and when Den looked down through his eyes Billy could watch the cock driving into him. All this made Billy hot, which in turn made Den hot.
This upwards spiral could not last forever and Billy was the first to lose control, his semen hit the wall and he got to feel what it was like to fuck someone who was cuming. That was what took Den over the edge and once more he filled Billy's eager ass with his seed.
Sometime later they were sitting in Den's car outside Billy's apartment building. Billy was still in a bit of a daze and had not really thought things through. He was about to leave the car when he asked, "So when do I see you again?"
There was a long pause and it was the Gestalt who answered, "You don't!"
Billy felt physically winded and went quite pale. "Don't?" he managed to gasp.
The Gestalt again took up the job of explaining, "A mind link is very addictive, if Den remind linked with you for much longer he would not have enough willpower to break the link and the two of you would remain linked for life. Nice as you are, to him you are only a one night stand."
Billy's grief was so great that he was speechless.
Den spoke, there was no emotion as he said to the Gestalt, "Adieu! The sooner it is done the better."
The Gestalt answered with a touch of wry humour, "Adieu? Adieu? Don't you mean Au revoir? Sooner or later another one night stand will come along and you'll give in and I'll be back. Maybe the next time it will be a lover. So I wish you Au revoir, Den"
The Gestalt had just enough time to say "And au revoir to you too, Billy." then Den broke the link and slumped over the wheel and the Gestalt disappeared as silently as it had arrived.
For Billy it was like the world ending. All the sparkling brilliance that had been there from the evening before vanished. Once more Billy was stupid, but what was infinitely worse he was now fully aware of how much he was missing. A massive depression hit Billy and he dived out of the car and rushed into the building blinded by his tears. His life would never be the same and he knew that his chances of finding someone with the ability to link minds was impossibly small. Thus he did not dwell on the significance of the Gestalt's parting words.
Mike stepped naked from the shower and began towelling himself dry. He was about 6 foot 3, of Nordic stock, that is, blond, built like a tank, and hung. However he had a "problem".
The problem was getting worse every day. He had once been the master of his problem, able to control it, now it was getting the upper hand and Mike fully knew why.
Mike's problem was manifesting itself as a massive hardon that was just begging for an orgasm. To most men this would have been a simple and pleasant task to deal with. Unfortunately some hideous monsters had tampered with Mike's mind when he was young and warped it.
This left Mike in a quandary. If he jacked off he would have a massive guilt trip about committing a dreadful sin and spending eternity in Hell for it. On the other hand if he did nothing the bloody hardon would stay and he would have sex on his mind until he did jack off.
Briefly the cause of his lust drifted across his mind and all on its own his hand wrapped itself round his cock. He thought of Billy, naked in the shower. Those beautiful black buns, that trim little body, those soft lips. He realised his hand was beginning to move and with a mighty effort of will he halted its progress.
The worst part of his predicament was he and Billy meshed together perfectly on the football field. Naturally the trainer noticed and now the worked as a two man squad within the team.
Avoiding Billy in the shower was becoming more difficult each time he did it. If he were ever to get into the shower with Billy his secret would be out, there for all to see, a very large erection!
His mind's eye once more conjured up the image of Billy in the shower, Mike's hand once more began to move and now his willpower was not up to restraining it.
At this point Mike was literally saved by the bell, the door bell as it happened, and judging by the way it was being rung the building was on fire. He got into his towelling dressing gown and hurried to the door.
As he opened it a smaller body dived through as though it was pursued by the hounds of Hell and wrapped itself round Mike, hugging him tightly and sobbing loudly. All Mike could do was close the door.
The root cause of his loss of control, and object of sinful lust was in his arms. Mike tried to comfort the boy and get some sense out of him. But all he got was the constantly repeated phrase, "It's gone, gone!"
Mike was also painfully aware that his gown was open at the front and his erection was pressed against Billy's abdomen, there was no way he could pretend it wasn't there. To his horror he found that his hands were on those stunning buns of Billy, he was caressing Billy and Billy didn't seem to mind.
Billy was so distraught that he was not actually conscious of what he was doing. Once more he reached out with his mind to where Den had been, he knew it was useless, but again he tried, Den wasn't there, but wait a sec, he had touched something...
"What's gone?" asked Mike and to Billy's surprise the pseudo echo was back and he could feel a Gestalt begin to form.
"Shhh! This only takes a few seconds." said Billy hardly believing his luck.
The Gestalt formed in a roar of laughter. "Were you trying for the record books Billy. It only took you a few minutes to work out how to do it?"
Billy said "I have the power?" in a dazed sort of way.
Again the Gestalt laughed. "Everyone has it. They just don't know how to use it. But once you know how to use it, you can do it forever.
The Gestalt was different. The superior, snide part of it had gone. Billy could recognise the bits that were him but the new bits puzzled him. They were happy and cheerful, not in the slightest like Mike.
The Gestalt caught the though and replied, "No, no, these parts are from Mike, not as he was, but as he should be - er, sorry - how he now is. You see Mike told lies to himself and tried to be what he is not. This made him miserable. Fortunately whilst I am around he is not capable of telling lies to himself, so he is now the real Mike, and as I'll be around for a long long time, he'll never be able to change back."
"You will?" said a rapidly cheering Billy. "Why are you so sure?"
Both felt the Gestalt smile and very softly say, "Because you are a Gestalt's dream come true, you two are lovers."
Mike, who had been standing in a puzzled silence broke it with an abrupt, "What the FUCK are you talking about? What the hell has happened?"
"Think, Billy," said the Gestalt. Billy thought, and suddenly Mike knew.
The knowledge brought him no peace of mind and he instantly began to protest his innocence on the matter of his lust for Billy.
Once more he felt the bubbling good mood of the Gestalt as it said, "Well if you have no feeling for Billy, why not stop playing with his butt and rubbing your erection against him, release him from your arms and put him out the door."
Mike went bright red at the mention of his erection but found once more he was in a quandary. He could no more let go of Billy and show him the door, than he could sprout wings and fly. However he did know what he wanted to do with Billy.
"Well do it." said the Gestalt.
The thought of Billy kissing him full on the lips was just crossing his mind when there was a soft touch for real on his lips. Then a tongue slid into his mouth and began to roam around inside.
Up to this point in his young life no one had ever sexually touched Mike, and now he was diving in at the deep-end. Experimentally he let his tongue wander into Billy's mouth. He could sense an orgasm approaching.
Billy gently disentangled himself and slid down Mike kissing him all the way, his chin, his throat, slowly down his chest making a detour to each nipple, then down his flat stomach until is reached his navel, there Billy stopped and holding it carefully in both hands Billy surveyed his prize, Mike's manhood.
It was well worth the inspection and a moment Billy had anticipated for the last 2 months. Starting from the base his index finger and thumb could barely touch when encircling it. Wrapping his left hand round the base and his right hand round the next part of the shaft that was enough left free to touch the back of his throat before his lips could reach the fingers of his right hand.
In this position he froze. Mike was on the very edge of an orgasm, any further movement would make him shoot, and that was not part of Billy's plans, well not yet.
When Mike had backed off from the edge enough to stop shuddering Billy swirled his tongue round it.
Mike gasped and once more Billy stopped.
This game went on for several minutes and gradually Mike got used to life teetering on the brink of an abyss. A little later his balls began to ache, Billy's torture by pleasure continued. Always his mouth would do something to being the edge very close, but he never repeated that action, next time it would be something different.
Mike was leaning back against the wall, groaning every time Billy's mouth and tongue made another lunge on his manhood. Slowly he slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor. Effortlessly Billy moved with him and was now administering to Mike's rod whilst kneeling between magnificent and wide spread thighs.
Billy kept it up until Mike began to whimper, "Please."
"Please, what?" spoke Billy's mind.
"Please let me cum." was the reply.
Billy slid a finger just behind the balls that were tightly constricted under the base of the shaft. There he gently rubbed the base of the cock. He could feel the vessel that would transport Mike's load from the balls to his mouth.
With very firm and deliberate strokes he began fucking his face on Mike's manhood. Mike's moans got louder. A guttural animal sound suddenly came from deep within him and Billy felt the vessel pulse mightily as the first of his lover's seed began its short journey.
Billy now had his work cut out, a good three week's load was being pumped into his mouth and concentrating on swallowing it whilst feeling what was going on in Mike's mind was a bit tricky. In fact it took up so much of his attention that he forgot about controlling himself.
Mike was not really there. He was on some higher plane. He felt as if his very life force was shooting out of his cock. If he was dying, he didn't care, this one moment was well worth it. Just as he was sure he was at his peak Billy shot his load and he felt himself going higher until he thought his brain would burn out.
The Gestalt surveyed the pair. Mike slumped against the wall, dressing gown wide open, Billy fully clothed, slowly and reluctantly releasing a wilted cock from his mouth, his lips flecked with another man's sperm.
"Hmmm, that was powerful enough to make your neighbours shoot." the Gestalt drily commented. "Don't you think you should have taken the time to undress, Billy. You shot your lot in your pants."
Billy snickered and went back to licking his lover's weapon.
"Oh God! It is happening again!" cried Mike. Just giving Billy enough time to get it into his mouth and avoid making a mess.
Mike lay on the floor totally spent. He had never experienced anything like this in his life before. Now he knew he would have to pay for it. The mental retribution for a simple jack off was most severe, God alone knew what the punishment would be for what he had just done. He lay, resigned to his fate, awaiting the guilt trip.
"You'll have a long wait, Mike." It was the Gestalt that was addressing him. "The guilt trip was all lies. Lies that someone told you, and you were conned into believing them to be true. Now using part of Billy's mind you can see this. So, no more guilt trips. If you want to have an orgasm, you just have it, and if you do it with Billy here, then it will be lots better. From now on you are free to really be yourself."
Fearfully Mike waited a little longer, the Gestalt's words were too good to be true. But time passed and the guilt never came. Eventually he stood up, helped Billy to his feet, led him to the bedroom where he slowly undressed him savouring the moment when he would get his hands on those beautiful round buns.
Extracting Billy from a rather messy pair of underpants was more fun than he had expected. He picked Billy up and put him on the bed. The effortless way he did it made Billy quiver with delight.Timorously Mike tasted Billy's spent cum. Billy's hands touched his head and guided it to Billy's crotch.
Self-consciously at first he began to lick Billy clean. Soon he found the pleasure of sucking on Billy's cock and this in turn lead him to Billy's nuts. With a little effort he could get them both in his mouth at once. Billy moaned.
Releasing them he proceeded to work his way back licking every inch. Gradually he found he was working his way up in between those beautiful brown buns that had fascinated him. He began to rim Billy, then he slipped his tongue in. A thought slipped across his mind. Soon his cock would be where his tongue now was, it made them both shudder.
Billy decided that he should contribute something to the moment and rolled over into a 69 and began some gentle teasing of Mike's weapon. Eventually they ended up with Mike lying flat on his back and Billy sitting on his face playing with Mike's cock.
The moment had arrived. Billy lifted himself off Mike's face and turned round. Mike's hands curved round Bill buns gently caressing them and parting them. Billy meanwhile was guiding Mike's raging hardon until it was pointing to his ring. Then Billy lowered himself until he could feel Mike knocking at his rear entrance.
With a silent prayer that the previous night's session had left him slack enough Billy let Mike lower him onto the uncut cock. The head entered him and riding forwards on the unrolling foreskin Billy felt his lover's meat drive deep inside him. Both froze. Any more and there was a danger of Billy shooting and this would be bound to trigger Mike into doing the same.
For about a minute they waited then Mike once more began lower Billy. Billy had been fucked many times. But this time it was different. Not only could he feel the pleasure from both sides, he was also in love with the person who was fucking him.
Mike on the other hand was experiencing it all for the first time. Many times in his dreams and day-dreams he had imagined what it would be like to have sex. Now at last it was happening and he was rapidly running out of superlatives to describe the feelings.
Inch by inch Billy was impaled on Mike's manhood until at last Mike carefully removed his hands and Billy wriggled the last little bit into himself and felt the roughness of Mike's bush tickle his buns.
Billy leant forwards and kissed Mike. Mike's tongue entered Billy's mouth and he was now in both ends of his lover. Mike rolled over until he was on top and raised himself to his knees. Billy was now on his back with his butt still pressed tightly against Mike's groin and that living shaft was still embedded in his distended gut.
Billy wrapped his legs round Mike's waist effectively allowing Mike full control and free to fuck him as hard as he liked. Experimentally Mike pulled back about half the length and carefully sank it back in again. The sensation was wonderful. He repeated the process several times each time he withdrew more and pushed it back in a bit harder.
Mike soon realised that Billy liked his sex a bit rough and so the strokes got longer and harder. Before long Mike was pinning Billy to the bed with his superior weight and ramming it home as hard as he liked. The sensation of dominating the smaller black man beneath him was an experience he was surprised to find excited him.
Meanwhile beneath his new lover Billy was awash with a delightful feeling of helplessness. Mike was using him for his own pleasure and Billy loved it. Billy spat on his hand and wrapped it round his own cock and began to jack himself off knowing full well that the joint sensation of sharing his orgasm and feeling someone cum whilst you were fucking them should just about blow Mike's head from his shoulders.
It took him but a few seconds and his cock once more felt like a fire-hose. White cum shot from his black dick and sprayed his lover's chest and face. His ass went into spasm around the cock that was rogering him and he sensed the explosion just before it happened.
With an animal grunt Mike drove his cock in as deep as possible and let the convulsing ass milk the cum out of him. With each shot he shuddered in ecstasy. Coherent thought was just not possible. All there was in this world was his cock and the ass it spiked.
Time passed and gradually Mike realised he was still lying on his lover. Sweat was dripping off him and landing on Billy. Billy was lying enjoying the feeling of a large cock slowly softening inside him. Every so often he would twitch his ass and make the cock jump squirting ever decreasing amounts of cum into him.
Holding Billy tightly Mike rolled over onto his back and the lighter man was left on top. Slowly Billy lifted himself off Mike. The wilting cock slid from his ass and he felt empty. He also felt truly fucked. If this was what his life was going to be like in the future he was a happy man indeed.
Mike lay there thinking about the stupidity of his previous life. The lies, once seen in the cold harsh light of day, seemed so flimsy. How had ever managed to believe them? Well at last he had seen the light. In the future no one would ever use guilt to control him.
The Gestalt was also happy. He had finally found a permanent form. He knew that there was no possibility that this pair would break the bond, he was here for long time.
Jamie.