TWO MINDS WITH BUT A SINGLE THOUGHT.
by Andy Macdonald.
Here is another chapter of the story which tells of the meeting and blossoming love, not to say lust, between the rich young British banker and the sexy Japanese student. When we last met them, they had just spent a happy and exciting "mystery" weekend together in Brighton.
CHAPTER IX.
The two young lovers had enjoyed their "Mystery Weekend" together but now it is back to work. The furious activity of the financial markets for Andy and hard study at the university followed by long hours at the restaurant for Michito. The pressures on the two of them makes it impossible to find time to meet during the week, hard even to 'phone each other. However on Wednesday Andy happens to get home earlier than usual and Michito, becoming quite desperate to speak to his new-found friend and desperate at the thought of losing him, phones from the restaurant.
"Andy? Hello? Is you? Is Andy?"
"Hey, little fellow. Good to hear you. Yes, it's me. How are you? It's so good to hear you."
Michito wriggles with joy at hearing again his lover's voice. And hearing in that voice a genuine pleasure at being in touch again.
"I'm good. More good because at last I talk with you. I try many times to
call you but is always answer phone. I love you. You are well too? Can we
meet at weekend? I so want to see you again . I miss you very much, all time
I think about you, think about wonderful exciting time you give me and . . ."
"Woa Mich" I cut in, stemming his excited flow of words, "yep I want to see you too as soon as possible. Are you working this weekend or are we going to be able to spend the weekend together?"
"Oh Andy! I not working. I want so much to be with you for Saturday and
Sunday. Can we go to your boat?"
"Great! Yes, the boats sounds good to me. Tell you what. How about I come to the restaurant after I leave work on Friday. I'll pick you up after you finish work, how about that?"
"Oh yes, yes. I like so much."
"OK then, that's a deal. Tell you what. Take the things you'll need for the weekend to work with you, 'cos we'll go straight down to the coast. OK Mich?"
"Oh yes, Andy, I do it. And . . . and . . ."
"And what, Mich?"
" . . . and I love you very much." this in a whisper.
"Love you too, you over-sexed little imp." I whisper back.
Mich giggles with a mixture of embarrassment and joy.
"Hah! Over-sexed?" he whispers, " You have not yet seen nothing yet."
"You ain't seen nothin' yet." I correct him.
The two lovers then chat on happily about what they'd been doing since they'd last met. Then the following two days seem to crawl by but at last it is Friday, very late on Friday evening due to a last minute flurry on the markets leading up to the break which means that Andy doesn't dare to leave until the work load eases off.
Michito constantly scans the restaurant all evening, becoming more and more worried at the non appearance of his Andy. Finally Andy arrives and the Maitre D recognises him.
"I don't want a meal, thanks" he says, "I'll just have a drink at the bar if I may. I'm waiting for someone." He grins and the Maitre D grins back.
Because it's so late, Michito has very nearly finished work for the evening, all his tables are now empty and he just has clear up and re-set the them. In no time he is ready and he dashes back into the staff changing room to wrestle out of the now sweaty white shirts and tight black trousers which make up his waiter's uniform and get into his street clothes. He longs for a shower, it has been a long and busy day and he worries that he will be with Andy, all hot and sweaty. But there are no facilities for a shower and so he grabs his heavy back-pack and hurries outside to meet his lover at the bar.
"I all ready," he pants, out of breath with the speed with which he's been
working, has changed coupled with the excitement of being with his gorgeous
friend again.
"Hey, hey young Mich, you're all of a lather. Calm down. Are you all set? Let's go then."
The two young men long to fall into each other's arms, long to exchange deep, passionate kisses but both know such intimacy will have to wait. They walk together down to the underground garage and climb into Andy's car.
"Have you got all the gear you need for the weekend and for sailing?" Andy asks.
"Yes, I have got." Michito answers.
"OK then. I put my stuff in the car this morning because my plan is that even though it's quite late, we'll drive straight down to the marina and spend the rest of the night onboard. That'll give us a better chance for a good sail over the weekend. OK with you or are you too tired for that?"
"No, I not tired. Not now I with my Andy. Is good idea. I like."
The traffic is very light at this late hour and they make good time getting out of London. Andy takes the A3 road and just after they pass the M25 London ring road he pulls into a leafy rest-stop. He drives deep into the area into a woody glade, the low branches of the trees shielding them from anyone nearby. The two guys immediately fall into each other's arms and exchange a long, sensuous kiss. As their lips lock together their hands start to grope and fondle each other's bodies. Invasive fingers fumble into private places and encounter tumultuous evidence of each other's passion.
Michito is now frantic with desire. He grips Andy's shirt and pulls it out of the waistband of his trousers, exposing his strong furry chest. He slides his face up and down and across the warm skin, reveling in the scent of his lover, in the soft fur, excited by the strong muscled body - so big and so powerful. Then with fingers fumbling with passion he undoes Andy's belt, slides down his zipper peeling open the trousers of his grey suit, exposing his cotton briefs and baring his upper thighs. Michito dives after his prey.
I lay kisses all over his firm stomach that is showing his solid muscles.
I follow the trail of blonde hair that heads for the very private area that
is hidden in Andy's underwear. Now I switch around to where I can get
between those strong looking legs of his.
My nose is filed with the raw, sexual scents of my lover. The tip of my
tongue licks at the sensitive area on the inside of his thigh, then probes
under the leg band of his briefs almost reaching his nuts, but not yet quite
touching them. He is breathing heavily and groaning when at last my tongue
touches his plump nut-sack for the first time. He let out a low, satisfied,
"Ahhh."
Now I turn my attention to his trousers and peel them further open. Andy
wriggles and slides and, realising what I so desire, my ultimate goal,
raises his bottom so that I can work them down to his shins. Now for his
underwear which I deal with by nipping the waistband with my teeth and draw
the soft cotton downwards, over the considerable obstruction of his rigid
weapon, all the time with my face pressed against the skin of his crotch, my
senses inflamed with the intimate scents of his private parts. I drag the
briefs down, exposing his hairy, sweaty balls, drag them right down to his
knees.
Now that they are exposed for my lusty attention I suck one of his eggs into
my mouth, and Andy takes a sharp intake of breath. "Yesss!" he likes my
intimate attention. I only spend a few minutes there, as his nuts are
already drawing up close to his body.
I slide my nose up and down his rigid cock, it has a wonderful spicy
aroma, sharp, urgent and oh so manly. I flick out my tongue and
lick the taught skin, I groan as I lick my way up to the dark purple
glans. Andy is thrusting under me as he moans and begs for more.
Now I tease him. I hold my mouth close to his hot rampant cock and
I blow gently up and down the shaft. I feather my fingers across
the helmet, barely touching and I watch as his cock jumps. I blow
along it again and listen to Andy's frustrated grunt. Finally I
lick around that head that looks like it might burst it is so
supercharged. I touch my tongue to the tender sensitive area under
the ridge. Then I wiggle it rapidly from side to side.
Andy can't stand it any more. He places his hands on the back of my
head and pushes down as he strains his pelvis upward trying to get
his cock into my mouth. I let him do want he wants, and his
cock-head hits the back of my throat. He is so big he could go down
my throat but I don't like that so I back off a bit but I still have
a good mouth full of sharp tasting Andycock.
Andy starts bucking into my mouth as I gently suck, as I swirl my
tongue across the swollen knob-end. He knows what he likes. It
doesn't take long as Andy tells me to suck harder or softer as he
humps his phallus lewdly into my sucking mouth, encouraging me with,
"Oh yeah!"
Andy tenses and then groans deeply as he shoves hard into my mouth.
I slide my hand between his thrusting thighs, run my fingers under
his tight ball- sack, right up in between his legs until they are
embedded in his hairy, sweaty crack. My finger tips feel his
muscled ring. As I furiously suction his penis I slip one finger
deep into his ass. I slide the finger in and out, timed to Andy's
now desperate thrusting of his cock into my suctioning mouth. It's
too much. Much too much. His body goes rigid, he gives a
heart-rending groan. I can feel his cock spasm as his thick, creamy
cum jets to the back of my throat with a lot of force, and slide
right on down my throat. I am so happy that I can give such
exquisite pleasure to my Andy. That I have this power over my big,
hunky man.
I watch as his rampant organ softens and shrivels still leaking a
stream of aftercum down onto his inner thigh.
"Oh you sexy little tyke," he groans. "That was so good. Something I've needed since last time we were together."
"Oh so you not have many young men this week?" Mich replies with a grin.
"Oh yea, I've got into their pants and fucked half the guys in the office. You're just afters."
"Afters?"
"Yea, you're dessert, pudding, sweet. Sweet and oh so sexy." and Andy leans over and kisses Michito passionately. "Hey, it's late. We'd better hit the road again. But don't you worry, when I get you down on the boat I'm going to ravish your small body 'till you moan for mercy. I'm going to make you pump your jizz like a geyser."
"Oh yessss," sighs Michito. "I want."
oooOOOooo
On arriving at the rest-stop, no sooner have I stopped the car and switched off the engine than my eager little lover has slid across the car and is launching another fearsome sexual attack. After some passionate kissing he is undressing me as far as the restrictions of sitting in the car allow. My shirt is dragged out and in a flash he has my trousers gaping open and his head is down between my legs like an eager ferret. I get a huge turn on watching my lover's head buried into my groin, sniffing and licking my private places and so obviously enjoying himself. Snuffling with desire and, at the same time sending shooting jolts of pleasure though my body to focus in my rock-hard cock. I can feel his hot wet tongue right up inside my thighs and my balls ache with the desire to be licked and sucked. My cock is rigid with anticipation of the hot wet suction it knows it is soon to experience. Watching Mitch doing such intimate things to me adds to the delectable feelings.
My trousers are down round my ankles now and I feel my underwear being stripped down to expose my rampant manhood. I know that now it will be engulfed in Mitch's hot, wet mouth to be pleasured as only an oriental knows how.
Far too soon I feel the sperm building up its pressure, I know that the first jolting spasm can no longer be held back but must be released to jet forth and fill the eager sucking mouth that is bringing such sexual fever. Now I feel fingers fumbling their way towards my asshole. A finger tickles and probes and enters me. It's too much! I struggle to hold back the first giant explosion of cum. The pressure build and builds adding to the exquisite sensations.
"Ahhhhh. Uuuuuugh. Too much" I send a scalding jet of man-spunk deep into the sucking, swirling mouth. I deliver my seed to my lover in powerful, jolting shots.
I would like to lie back in an afterglow of sexual release but it's getting late and I'm tired. I know that Mich is tired too and we should get down to the boat and get some sleep. I jump out of the car and dress myself properly; Mich does the same and then we're back in our seats and I head out of the rest stop and back onto the highway The rest of the journey to the Marina goes with out incident. Mich has managed to curl up in his seat like a dormouse and is fast asleep.
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We arrive at the marina car park. I lightly touch the tips of my fingers on Mich's ear. He jerks awake and mutters something I don't understand, he is looking totally lost and I realise that for a moment he is not aware of where he is, what time it is, even which country he is in. Slowly the slightly fearful look on his face changes to one of happiness.
"I with you, Andy. We go to boat."
He's fully awake again now and darts off to find a trolley while I unload our gear and the food I'd bought earlier that morning and with the same unspoken teamwork we'd used on the previous visit to the yacht we load up our gear and trundle it across the road and down to the boat. Soon it's all safely on board and stowed.
Michito prowls happily around the boat, obviously reminding himself where things are stowed and I watch his cute little body and cheeky, smiling face.
"Is good. I like this boat very much. Owner is all right too!" and
he darts over and gives me a long deep kiss. "Oh Andy, I love you.
Big, strong Andy. My British friend. Maybe you don't know how
happy I am to be with you. We have whole weekend together. I very
happy."
"Yes, you cheeky chappy, I like you a little bit too," I said gently holding his face close to mine and then locking my lips to his and gently easing my tongue into his mouth to duel with his warm, wet tongue." I retreated from this tongue duel and asked "D'you want a nightcap, Mich?"
"Huh? Nightcap? What is nightcap, I not know if I want."
"Oh, a nightcap That's a drink before you go to bed. Whiskey, beer, coffee even?"
"No, Andy, I very tired. I want sleep now." Mich yawns widely as if to prove
his point.
"Come on then my little dormouse. Let's get ourselves into bed and get some well earned sleep." With that I scoop Mich up into my arms and carry his limp body into the aft cabin. He moulds himself into my arms, his body slack and compliant. I remove his down-filled jacket, ease his shirt and t-shirt over his arms and head. Then I blow my war breath onto his bare stomach and he wriggles like a fish. Off come his shoes and socks and then I unfasten the belt on his jeans, slide them down over his hips and pert little bum. He's now stripped down to his tight little white briefs. I quickly undress myself and grabbing my now nearly naked lover, we just tumble into the double bunk in just our underwear, too tired to do anything but fall sleep. Mich curls up again like he had in the car and I gather him into my arms and hug his cute little body tight up against mine.
"Mmmm Andy," he murmurs," hold me tight against you; you so nice and
warm. Make me feel safe."
At once he snuggles into me, his head resting on my chest beneath the warm duvet. I can smell him, the clean smell of his hair, the sharp young man-smell of his hard-muscled body. Almost at once I fall into a deep sleep.
The night wears on and at some stage I come half awake, vaguely aware of a warm hand resting over the front of my jockey briefs, and then more aware, and then more. I quietly lie there feeling him gently kneading my cock, his sweet warm breath upon me.
In that twilight sleep, I turn him around so that his bum fits neatly into my crotch and rests there as I drift off to sleep again even though my cock is rearing upwards.
The next time I awake, it is my hand on his briefs-- massaging, exploring his cutely formed, half hard penis.
I slip his briefs down a bit to expose his erect cock. I am still only half awake and automatically my fingers explore his intimate, private organ. My sensitive finger-tips feel their way so softly over his flaccid penis. In my barely awake, half dreaming state my mind is fantasising of man-cock. I love a sturdy, thick, juicy, uncut dick. I love it when it's clean and washed with the smell of fresh maleness around the head under the tight jacket of foreskin. I love it, too, when it's sweaty and cheesy with the honest smegma of a hard-working man who hasn't had the time to strip its roll of lip back to wash its ring around the collar. I haven't seen that many but the most beautiful dicks I have seen were thick, chunky cocks that hung long and strong, with the heavy-veined shafts helmeted with a juicy fold of skin.
I adore the way Mich's cock fills out his neat little foreskin. His uncut cock rides different than a circumcised one. An uncut penis has secrets. An uncut cock doesn't show its crown right off. An uncut tool keeps its glistening wet head thick and full of jutting promise just peeping coyly out of the rich roll of foreskin. An uncut penis looks different, smells different, and tastes of special secret manflavors. His uncut meat feels like a full handful when I grab hold of it. Uncut meat offers that special little pucker right at the wet tip where the skin all folds down to a fleshy little iris that begins to open so easily, so smoothly, when coaxed by a hot and hungry tongue.
When that foreskin, lipped into foreplay, starts pulling back, as the ripe, juicy dickhead starts its launch out from its protective skin-sheath, some special kind of lube seems to sweeten the slick taste of the cock slipping out of all that uncut darkness into the light and air. Uncut meat juts out of its foreskin in a way that demands attention. And gets it. When he washes, a sexy guy attending to his own private parts has to take a long deliberate time to wash his uncut dick inside and out. Under the thick foreskin that you see lies that super-sensitive prick that you might get a good glance at if you hang around long enough to watch him strip it slowly back with one hand while he soaps up the emerging head with the other. Guys with foreskins have special moves the way they lovingly take one finger, and lick it, and insert it under the fold of skin, and rub it gently around the hidden head of their sweet, moist weapon.
When I watch Mich working his own uncut rod, I notice a definite difference in the longer stroke he makes because of the extra skin that slides like a slick piece of heaven up and down his shaft. I find it's magic to watch the appearance and disappearance of his helmet in and out of his heavy-duty foreskin. Even the sound of uncut dick is different. A wet hand sounds wetter as the skin of the hand slaps the foreskin, itself like some kind of sexy chamois over the head and back down the shaft of cock.
I find it really exciting to see the light glistening through a big drop of clear seminal juice hanging just out of tongue's reach on the rich skinfold of Mich's tight foreskin.
All these thoughts flit through my mind as I fumble up and down and around Mich's beautiful cock. As it slowly increases in size and girth under my intimate caressing. As I imagine the foreskin slipping back along the shaft exposing the fat little bulb which I am going to caress oh so softly.
Mich groans, sleepily. I sense that, like me, he is still less than half awake. Reacting automatically to my intimate stimulation. He rolls over onto his stomach and humps his hips a few times, obviously giving in to the increasing demands of his aroused penis and using this friction to stimulate it further. I place my hand onto the soft cotton-clad bum, feeling his buttocks tense and slack as he lewdly thrusts his cock into the mattress.
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It is daylight now and the cabin is warm, almost too warm for comfort as our bodies heat up with the sexual excitement that is building between us yet again. I push back the bedding and look down on to the small writhing body beside me. I see a perfectly formed torso, strong shoulders, a long tapering back and Mich's cutest of cute white cotton- covered boy buttocks, clenching and un-clenching as he humps the mattress, the material dipping and stretching into the crack between the melon shape of his buttocks. Then his strong legs with their proud thigh and shin muscles indicating their strength and sturdiness. For a few moments I gazed down at this male perfection and think to myself "He's mine! I have to have him. I have to do delicious, disgusting things to him. Seek out his private places and plunge my manhood deep within him, pump my life-force deep into him. Urgent, primitive desires are flooding through my mind. I love this young man and yet I yearn to dominate his body that lies so submissively in my bed.
The flat of my hand rests on his soft cotton-clad bum as it rears up and drives down. I bunch my fingers and stroke over the hard muscle of first one cheek and then the other. I slide my fingers between the pert mounds, pressing his underwear into the clenching crack. I press deep into his intimate space. Surreptitiously I take my hand away from its fondling and sniff my fingers. Mich's scents further arouse my passions. I want to explore more intimately so lower my face down onto the seat of his briefs. I feel the warmth of his body and I smell him. The most forbidden and protected part of him where only he and the most intimate of lovers dare explore. I know that Mich is scrupulously clean, always careful of his personal hygiene. I realise, though, that he had studied all the previous day, sitting in lecture rooms, then he had scurried around while working in the restaurant, had traveled down to the coast in the car, had reached a sexual peak when we had stopped on the way South, had slept the night beside me in our cosy warm bunk and now I was enjoying his natural musky maleness.
The strong natural sweat-musk. I bury my face into his bottom again, rubbing across his buttocks, sliding up and down the valley between. My lust, my desire to possess and dominate rising furiously. Now I grasp the waist-band of his briefs and drag the back of them down, grip the sides and slide the whole garment off his hips, down his thighs, lower to his feet and off! Instantly I glued my face back onto his bottom, licking at the hard muscle, sliding my tongue backwards and forward leaving wet, slippery trails.
I move closer and crouch above Mich's prone and vulnerable bottom. There is nothing to hide his horny smooth ass. His cheeks are apart and I have a perfect view of his hot tight ass-hole. Now I have my face pressed hard into Mich's bum and I'm rubbing it up and down. I lick my finger and gently run it from the base of his balls, up his open crack and back down, tapping over his rectum. I feel so horny as I push my finger into him, deep into the hot anal opening.
After a couple of minutes of fingering Mich, I slip my long hot tongue into Mich's smooth love hole. It feels like I've got it about an inch up there and I'm wriggling it around like crazy, tasting and sucking this beautiful bum. With my tongue I'm licking his throbbing balls, I probe my finger into Mich's crack again and circle his rectum before thrusting it deep inside him. With slow finger fucking motions I know that I'm really getting him hot and horny.
Mich moans, deep within his body. His humping ceases and he slides his legs apart giving me access to his ass-crack. My tongue slips down off his right-hand mound, down into the forbidden valley. Wildly I smell and lick. Mich's legs part wider. His moans deepen and he thrusts his bum up into my searching face. I slide my tongue up and down, deep into his privacy. My tongue feels the ultimate goal and slides around the ring of muscle. Licking, lapping, filling with slippery saliva. Loud grunts of passion informing me of the intense pleasure this intimacy is giving my lover. I confirm this when I insinuate my hand underneath him, groping for his cock which is rod-hard and slimy with his exuded juices.
I have to have Mich. Now!
Mich knows that he has to be had.
I remove my underwear and place my dick between his thighs and rest it there; he hugs it with his legs.
Immediately I urgently have to try to get into him, and I do by nudging my penis into the centre of his bum. He is so tight. I am going nowhere fast but I reach into a locker and grab a condom and a tube of KY. Somehow I manage to fumble the sheath over my straining cock and douse it with the slippery jelly.
It does the trick and Mich, rearing upwards and backwards like a randy bitch, begins to slide onto my cock I plunge in too and in turn I pick up his rhythm and began to pump back.
"Fuck my ass!" he whispers, "Fuck it! Give me huge cock. Use me as your boy-bitch"
I do.
As I plough my rampant cock into his willing bottom I think of him, he is a wide-eyed young man and lonely; I am not much older than him. But his trust in me is so strong. I know that he loves me and loves to satisfy my strong sexual urge. To receive me and reciprocate my dominance with a similar sexual urgency.
I am an armed raider and I plunge my rampant tool deep into his spit-soaked and lubricated anus. Mich gasps and then, as I plunge deep within him, forces his bottom up to meet my spearing onslaught. As I withdraw, his tight ring grips my marauding weapon. Instantly we hit an animalistic rhythm, plunging rearing, penetrating withdrawing, Pumping, sliding. I fuck Mich's cutest of bums like a randy, dominating male animal. I love it! I love him and yet, for the moment I have to totally possess him, dominate him. As I spear his ass I lower my face and nip his shoulder. I nibble his ear and whisper lewd words to him:
"My bitch. My dirty fuck-boy. I own you, you're my sextoy."
And he loves it! As I ride him with my lusty passion he grunts at every thrust, moans with loss at every withdrawal. My strokes get more violent, deeper and slower until as my passion can no longer be contained I plunge in one final time, desperate, deeper than seems possible and my cock expands and explodes, deep, deep within Mich's clenching asshole. I lie on top of him, impaling him, my body rigid and quivering as my spunk jets into his centre. Both of our skins shiny with sweat.
I hear my own groan of desperation and Mich's sigh of fulfillment.
"Michito," I whisper into his ear.
"Andy?"
"I'm sorry my beautiful little friend . . . . Did I hurt you?"
"Oh no, Andy, you not hurt. I love it. I love when you possess me. So
strong. So big cock. So wonderful man body. I want it more times."
"Well you can't have it again for a while but I'll be happy to oblige soon!" I grin at him and he chuckles happily at the thought.
oooOOOooo
When I am close to Andy I very happy. I feel safe. He is big and
strong and I think he love me. I know I love him. Not just that
way. I love him for friend. He so kind, I think he understand me.
Know something of how Japanese think. And he sexy! Very sexy! I
like very much!!
After we have sex in the forest and are back in car I very tired and
soon sleep. Seat very comfortable and I curl up to sleep. Then I
awake because we stop. I look around, we are in Marina where is
boat. I help Andy to get clothes and get food from car into boat.
Andy asks me about cap but I don't understand - why cap? I very
tired indeed after all the week, working, studying, really I must
sleep.
I think Andy tired too because he stand up and then he call to me,
he call me dormouse. Why dormouse? I not sure what dormouse is, not
nightcap either. I think it not matter because he is kind man. It
not matter I don't understand and I very tired now. Many times when
Andy talk I not understand everything he say. Then Andy pick me up
and carry me to cabin at back of boat. I let my body relax and Andy
take off my clothes. I like because I have big trust. It feels
nice bit I too tired to feel sexy, I hope he not want me to be sexy,
I just want sleep. Is OK because he still hold me and together we
go into bunk and I curl up close to his warm body, he hold me close
and tight and right away I asleep.
I wake a little bit in the night. Where am I? For a minute I not
know and I afraid. Then I know I can smell Andy, it make me feel
sexy to smell him. Is nice. I like Andy smell, all warm in Andy's
bed. I have been dreaming and is funny. Sometimes now I seem to
dream in English language. I think in English language to. Is
good, it teach me. I dream of mouse which wears hat. Very strange.
Andy sleep hard and he snore little bit, he very fast asleep. I
can't help it, I need to feel him again, feel big manly cock, I love
it. I put my hand down there, I feel. I rub up and down little
bit, is very good. But Andy asleep, he tired like me. We both move
round little bit but he not wake up. He hold me tight into his body
and my bottom feel him press up into it. Feel hot and sexy. But I
just think little bit about it then I guess I asleep again right
away.
The two lovers slept soundly. The combination of their hard work during the week and their fierce love-making meant that they didn't wake until after 10am. The plans for an early start to the weekend's sailing were wrecked but neither of them were too worried, the joys of the previous evening more than compensated for the late start.
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A few people wrote to me with some good coments, but not very many. OK maybe you didn't like it. If so, sorry. But it's why I havn't had much ambition to write another chapter until now.
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