Curiosity

by: Tom Borden

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Chapter 3

On the following Saturday, I collected both Ricky and Jason and headed off to the ballpark to watch another industrial league baseball game.  Ackerman Plumbing and Davis Construction Cranes were competing.  About half of the seats were taken up by employees of these two firms.  A couple of rough-looking rednecks sat beside us, each with a t-shirt advertising his team.

One of them, a crane operator, said to the other, “We’re gonna beat the balls off you pansies this time.  Our pitcher Skeet Jacobs is back in the game this week, and he’ll put out every one of those motherfuckers you put up against him.”

“Skeet Jacobs?” the plumber said.  “That cocksucker throws like a fuckin’ girl.  He’s a worthless son-of-a-bitch.  His ass’ll be the laughing stock when this game is over.”

After the game started, Skeet put out the first two batters.  The crane operator said, “Look at them silly-ass plumbers tryin’ to swing at the ball.  They’d make better use of them bats if they stuck ‘em up their asses and fucked themselves.

The plumber turned and looked at Ricky and Jason.  “Which team are you two fuckers rooting for?  Huh?”

“Neither one,” Ricky said.  “We just like watching the game.  Doesn’t matter who wins.”

“A couple of muscular guys like you,” the plumber said, “oughtta be playin’ ball yerselves.  I’d love it if you sometime want to try out for our team.”  He reached in his pocket.  “Here’s my company card.  My name’s Pete.  Give us a call if yer interested.”

Ricky and Jason seemed more entertained by those two than by the game itself.  The batters in general seemed so inept, and most of them struck out on both sides, causing the game to be very low-scoring.  During the 7th Inning stretch, Ricky, Jason, and I headed for the restrooms, with Pete following behind.  As luck would have it, the two boys ended up standing at the urinals on either side of Pete.  I stood a couple of urinals away and could hear them talking.

Pete said, “Yup, you two have the strong arms we need on our team.”

Ricky couldn’t help but notice that Pete’s penis was visibly enlarging as he talked.

Pete chuckled as he looked down at his penis.  “Shit.  It’s so fucking hard to pee when yer hard like this.”

“I know,” Ricky said as he shook his cock and tucked it back in.

Leaving Pete standing, the boys walked out ahead of me, but were obviously unaware that I was following not far behind.

Ricky said, “Did you see the size of that cock?”

“Yeah,” Jason said.  “For a minute, I thought he was going to start stroking it.  I wonder if he jacks off.”

Ricky smiled.  “I’m sure he does.  My dad told me once that all men jack off, no matter how old they are.”

Jason nodded.  “I know.  Your dad told me that, also.”

“My dad told you?”

“Sure, Ricky.  My own dad never tells me stuff like that.  But since your dad is my godfather, we talk a lot about stuff.  You know, jacking off and things like that.”

Before we reached the stands, Ricky stopped and held Jason back.  I stopped also and stood off to the side where they couldn’t see me.

“Jason, did my dad ever talk to you about . . . you know . . . jacking off with other guys?

“Yeah, he did.”

Ricky stood and looked down at the ground.  “He talked to me recently about that too.”  Ricky looked at Jason with a smile creeping over his lips.  “I wonder, Jason.  Do you think . . . my dad had a reason to get us both together today?”

Jason stared at Ricky.  “I’ll bet you’re right.  I wonder how he thinks he going to pull this off.”

“Well, Jason, I’m sure having us get to know each other today was the first step in whatever he’s planning.  Have you ever jacked off with other guys?”

For a moment, Jason saw in his mind himself and Ricky’s dad jacking off together in his office.  “Yes, I have.  But only a couple of times.  How about you?”

“I’ve never done it with anyone.  I always thought jerking off was a thing a guy did privately.  How did you like doing it with another guy?”

“I thought it was fun, and very erotic.”

Ricky said, “I had my girlfriend jack me off a few times, but that was different.”

“I did, too,” Jason said, “and she sucked me off a lot.  I didn’t know if it was right for her to do that, until your dad told me your mom sucked him off quite a bit.”

When we all arrived back to our seats, I didn’t let on that I’d heard the boys’ conversation.  I didn’t think, however, that from what I heard, there would be much difficulty in getting those two boys to jack off together.  They seemed to be friendly and get along.  But I wished they had not suspected that I was behind a plot to get them together.  I thought at this point, I could simply step back and let it happen.  Jason already knew the joys of masturbating with other men, and somehow, he would make it happen.

I did suspect, however, that Pete from the plumbing company was interested in the boys in some way.  As I sat again next to Pete in the stands, the earlier sight of his trying to pee with a blazing hard-on made my own cock harden up.  But this was not the time to be concerned with that.

Pete turned to me and said, “Are these boys yourn?”

“Yes, Ricky here’s my son, and Jason’s his best friend.”

“They’re a couple of strong, good lookin’ fellas.  They’d make good ball players, don’t ya think?”

“They probably would,” I said.

“Hey, my name’s Pete Schneider.  What’s yourn?  Do ya have a card or somethin’?”

“I took a business card from my wallet and handed it to him.  “My name’s Harry Porter.  It’s nice to meet you.”

When we arrived home at our house, where Jason had left his car, we went inside for a snack and something to drink.  When it came close to dinnertime, Jason got up to leave.

“Ricky,” he said.  “Why don’t you come over to my house sometime?  I have some really neat video games we can play.  And then maybe you can stay and have a sleepover.”

I realized at that moment, it would never work to have a sleepover with Jason’s dad, Alex, in the same house.  Alex would insist on having them sleep in separate rooms and would probably stay awake all night making sure they didn’t get together.

“I think it would work better,” I said, “if you had your sleepover here with Ricky.  You know your dad would . . . you know . . . not be happy if something were to happen.”

I saw Jason give Ricky a wink.  “What could happen, Mr. Porter?  We’d just play some video games and then go to sleep.”

From their earlier conversation I’d overheard at the ballpark, I knew they were playing with me.

“Well, then,” I said nonchalantly, “you boys go ahead and plan your sleepover at your house, Jason.  I’m sure you dad will be just fine with it all.”

“I think, dad,” Ricky said, “maybe we should do it here at our house.  You, know, just to keep you happy.  How about tomorrow night, Jason?  I’ve got some good video games, too.”

When Jason left for home, I went to my office upstairs and called Alex.  “Alex, I know Jason will tell you, but he and Ricky are planning a sleepover here at my house tomorrow night.  I just wanted to tell you, it’s okay with me.”

“Did you put them up to this, Harry?  I know what you’re doing.  You’re going to force them to jack off together.  I’m not sure I like that.”

“Alex, we’ve talked about this before.  You can’t deny the boys will find it much to their liking.  I know that Jason will.”

“How do you know that?

“I’ve got to be truthful with you, Alex, as I’ve always been.  Your son did, in fact, jack off with his wrestling coach.’

“Oh, shit, I knew it.”

“Not only that, but he got a blow job from his coach.”

“Christ, Harry.  That’s awful.  I ought to go down to that school and beat the fucking shit out of that pervert.”

“Alex, calm down.  Jason told me he enjoyed what he did with the Coach.  He didn’t get hurt.  He just learned of some of the joys that you and I have discovered.  I wish we’d discovered it when we were his age.”

Alex let out a long and tortured sigh.  “I know, Harry, he trusts you, far more than he trusts me.  I just don’t know if I can . . .”

“Listen to me, Alex,” I said.  “You’ve got to let go.  As a father, it’s not healthy for you to be so prudish and so restrictive of your son.  He’s eighteen now.  He’s a man.  He needs to flap his wings and experience all the pleasures of life that God gave him.  He shouldn’t be held back.  As far as my own son, Ricky, is concerned, if he finds sexual pleasure in jerking off with his friends, or sucking a guy’s dick, or even getting himself fucked, he should go for it.  Why is it all right for you and me to do those things, but not our sons?

“You make me angry sometimes, Harry.  But . . . but I love you.  You know that.  I know what you say makes sense, and I’m going to try, Harry.  I don’t want anything, after all these years, to come between you and me, especially not after our last trip together.”

“We’re going to plan another trip, Alex.  And we’re going to do it soon.

“Harry, I hope the boys don’t suspect anything between us.  You haven’t said anything, have you?”

“No.  Not yet, anyway.”

“What do you mean . . . not yet?

“Alex, I’ve kept no secrets from Ricky and Jason.  It would be wrong to keep what we’ve been to each other a secret.  They already know we jack off together.  But . . .”

“You’re not going to tell them we sucked each other and fucked each other, are you?”

“As I said, not yet.  But you can be sure nothing will be said until you and I both agree to tell them.  They’ll have to know eventually, though.

On Sunday evening Jason arrived after supper with a small bag of toiletries.  He and Ricky played video games for about two hours.  I could tell that, by nine o’clock, they were getting tired of it and were obviously antsy about getting to bed.

“Well, dad,” Ricky said with a fake yawn.  “It’s been a long day, and I think we need to get some sleep.

“All right, sleep tight, boys,” I said as convincingly as I could.  “You’d better open your window up there since it’s getting kind of warm tonight, but not warm enough yet to turn on the AC.”

“Okay, dad.  See you in the morning.”

I turned out the lights downstairs and went up to my own bedroom, which adjoined Ricky’s room.  I opened the window, which was literally two feet from his window.  In the past, I could often hear him this way talking on his phone.  I felt like a real asshole eavesdropping on him like this.  I knew it wasn’t right.  But I simply could not stand not knowing what would be happening.  I stationed myself by the window.  Soon, I heard them talking.

“Jason, do you have pajamas in that bag?” Ricky said.  “If not, I’ll lend you some.”

“Yeah, I’ve got a pair folded up in here.”

Ricky said, “If you want to go into the bathroom and get into them, I’ll get into mine here.”

There was some silence until I again heard Ricky’s voice.  “Which twin bed do you want, Jason.?

“I’ll take the one that you don’t use.”

“Okay.  I’m going to set the alarm for seven tomorrow.  Is that okay with you.”

“Fine.”

“Before you get in bed, would you turn off the light?”

“Goodnight, Jason.  Sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight, Ricky.  Same to you.”

Then I heard nothing but silence.  I was about to go nuts.  I almost yelled out the window, “What the fuck are you two doing?  Or not doing?”

I waited and waited, and I heard not a sound.  After thirty minutes, I went to bed.  I still had a throbbing hard-on that I had earlier when I sat at the window, expecting some action.  I lay there naked, idly stroking it and feeling very disappointed.  I turned on the bed table light, since I always loved to watch myself shoot.  Eventually, after another hour or so, I was able to summon up a really dirty fantasy and was able to give my hard dick a good pounding.  It was a powerful orgasm.  I looked down over my body at the globs of thick white cum lying like spoonfuls of pudding on my stomach.  The last I remembered then was my eyes closing and beginning to drift off.

Sometime after that, I awoke with a start when I heard the door open with bang.  There stood, Ricky and Jason next to each other, naked, with their arms over each other’s shoulder and with fully gorged hard-ons.

“Surprise,” they both yelled.

“What the fuck . . .?”  I said as I raised my head. 

They stepped closer, and Ricky said, “I know you sometimes listen to me through our open windows, and when you told me to open my window, I knew you’d be listening.  So we just thought we’d play a trick on you.”

I sat up.  “That wasn’t a very nice trick, you guys.  You sure did alarm me.”

“Hey dad, that’s quite a load you’ve got pooled on your stomach.”

“What time is it,” I asked.

“It’s about three-thirty,” Ricky said.

“Have you . . .?  I mean, have you . . .”

“You mean have we jacked off?” Jason asked

“Yes, have you . . .?”

“We sure have jacked off together, and we couldn’t wait to tell you it was terrific.  But it’s been awhile, and we’re ready to do it again.  We thought you’d like to see.”

“Well, sure.  Climb in boys.  There’s plenty of room here in this king-sized bed.”

They quickly leapt onto the bed and they lay down on either side of me. 

I was overwhelmed.  “Maybe I’d better clean up first,” I said, “before it all dries up.”

“No, dad,” Ricky said.  “Just leave it.”

Both boys lay very close to me, and when I felt their legs pressing against mine, it made the muscle in my groin begin to cramp as it brought my penis to full erection.  They each took hold of their hard penises and began stroking.

“Come on, Mr. Porter,” Jason said.  “We want to see you jacking off with us.  It’ll be real hot having all three of us doing it.  It’ll be even better than it was when you and I jacked off in your office.”

Ricky stopped stroking and looked over at us.  “What did you say?  Did you jack off with my dad in his office?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Jason started to say.

I put my hand on Ricky’s thigh.  “It’s okay, Ricky.  You know I told you once that Jason and I compared penis sizes back when he was eleven after I had given him my Facts of Life talk.  Then when he told me about jacking off with his Wrestling coach, I became curious to see how much his penis had grown in the last seven years.  He showed it to me and, as you can see here it’s bigger than mine.  Then, since we were both hard, it was my suggestion that jacking off would be the best way to get rid of those boners.”

Ricky laughed.  “That’s okay, dad.  Jason already told me about it.  That’s why I thought you wouldn’t mind if we came in here so I could get into the act.”

I smiled.  “You’re very clever, Ricky.  First you deceive me into thinking you did nothing when you went to bed, and now you let me go through all the explanation about the time I jacked off with Jason.  But all’s forgiven.”

The three of us began stroking again.  But suddenly Jason reached over and pulled my hand off and took my cock into his hand and started massaging it.

“This is what my coach did with me, Mr. Porter.  It felt good to have someone else’s hand jacking my cock.  Do you think it feels good?”

“Sure, it feels good, Jason.  Real good.”

Before I hardly knew it, we all had our hands on each other’s cocks and jacking them off like mad.  I could feel the blood rushing to my head.  Could this be happening?  It had never really occurred to me that I would have both of these beautiful naked boys in bed with me where I was jacking them both off and alternately being jacked off by both of them.  I knew then that my plan to get Ricky and Jason together had been successful in spades, far beyond my expectations.

I could feel my gut cramping tighter and tighter as Ricky stroked my penis faster and faster.  “I’m gonna cum, Ricky.  It’ll get all over your hand.”

“Good,” Ricky said.  “Let it go, dad.”

At that moment, I bucked my hips and shot geyser after geyser of cum straight up into the air and it dropped down all over Ricky’s hand.  I lay there and moaned with the pleasure of the orgasm, as well as the unthinkable eroticism of seeing my cum covering my son’s hand.

“You know, Ricky,” I said.  “Remember I told you some time ago how good it was to eat your own cum?”

“Yeah, dad, but this is your cum.”

I swept my finger over the cum on his hand and sucked it off.  “Mmm.  I’m sure it tastes just like yours, Ricky.”

Ricky brought his hand to his lips and licked a little of it off.  Then, smiling, he cleaned it all off.

“Mr. Porter,” Jason said, “we’d like it if you want to jack Ricky and me off.”

As they lay on their backs, I took hold of Jason’s blazing cock and jacked it as hard as I could.  It was less than a minute when his body began contorting and his cum was coming out in spurts all over my hand.  With my hand still dripping with Jason’s cum, I used it to lubricate Ricky’s hard rod as I grasped it and began stroking.  I had to fight the driving temptation to plunge his cum-soaked cock deep into my throat.  I remembered the indescribable feeling when I had my cock down Alex’s throat.

I felt Ricky’s penis hot and expanding in my hand and, without warning, he bucked his hips and shot his hot cum straight up into my face.  When his orgasm had subsided, they both looked at me and laughed at the sight of the thick globs of Ricky’s cum dripping off my nose and chin.

We were all exhausted and were soon asleep, I with my head on Ricky’s stomach, and Jason’s face pressed between my thighs, and my balls cupped in his hand.

We slept very late.  I awoke about ten that morning and looked at Ricky and Jason still sleeping.  I never thought this would have happened in this bed---the bed where I’d emptied my balls into my wife so many hundreds of times, fucking alternately her pussy and her asshole.  The bed where I made her rim me and fuck me with a strap-on dildo.  I could just see her in my mind, mad as hell when I’d fart in her face.  No wonder she finally told me to go fuck myself and divorced me.  I guess I shouldn’t have made her lick my asshole after I’d eaten Italian food.  Oh, well, I thought.  Then was then, and now is now.

When I arrived at the office just before noon, Alex was in my office pacing the floor.

“Well, it’s about time you came in,” he said.  “What happened last night?  I suppose you got them to jerk off together, like you planned.”

“Yeah, they jacked off together.  Let’s go to lunch and I’ll tell you about it.”

At the deli downstairs in our building, we sat at a corner table away from the other customers.

“Now Alex, I don’t want you to get all carried away and start yelling.  They did jack off and then ended up in my bed.”

“What?” Alex shouted.

“Keep your voice down.  They came into my room later to tell me they’d done it and loved it.  Then they forced me . . . well, they didn’t exactly force me . . . to join them and jack off again with them.”

Alex dropped his fork on his plate with a clatter and shook his head.  “You’re an enabler, Harry.  That’s what you are.  That’s my son you’re playing around with.  He’ll end up as bad as . . . .”

“As bad as you and I are?” I said.  “When are you going to get it through your head, Alex, that sex is the most beautiful part of any man’s life.  His penis and what he does with it defines him as a man.  It’s not as though you had to worry about some man coming to your door and telling you that your son knocked up his daughter.”

Alex sighed.  “I know.  Was jacking off the only thing the three of you did together?”

“Well . . . we did eat each others cum.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Jason’s cum is really sweet.”

Alex bowed and held his head in his hand.

“Listen to me, Alex.  I know for a fact that Jason loves his father, and I know he longs to be closer to you.  You’ve got to open yourself up to him.  He needs to know that you understand his natural needs and desires.  Jacking off with your son would mean a great deal to him.  He’s a sexual man, and he knows you are, too, or you wouldn’t be married.  You shouldn’t pretend that sex doesn’t exist.  He knows you jack off, and he knows you do it frequently with me.”

Just then, Jason came into the Deli and came to our table.

“Hi, dad.  Hi, Mr. Porter.  Your office told me you were down here for lunch.  I just wanted to ask you, dad, if you would drive me over to the garage.  My battery died at an intersection after I left the Porters, and I had AAA come and tow it.

“Sit down and join us for a few minutes, Jason,” I said motioning to an empty chair.  “I was just telling your dad how the sleepover went last night.

I could see Jason’s face turning red.  “Oh,” he said.

Alex touched Jason’s arm and without looking directly at him, he spoke with strain in his voice. “It’s okay, son.  He told me everything.”

“Everything?”

Alex opened his mouth, but seemed to have difficulty getting the words out.  “It’s all right, Jason.  I understand . . . . I think.  Let’s go get your car so I can get back to work.  I have a lot to do.”

As they prepared to stand, I said, “I think we need to talk about this, Alex.  Ricky has a meeting tonight with the Junior Air Patrol club he runs, so he won’t be home until late.  But I want the two of you to come on over after supper.  I think all this business has gone too far without the three of us sitting down together and coming to a real understanding.

That evening, I planned to serve them beer.  I thought if they drank enough of it, they’d get loosened up to the point where they would be amenable to a frank discussion. 

Before they arrived, the phone rang.

“Hello, Mr. Porter?  This is Pete Schneider, the plumber you met at the game?”

“Yes, Pete, I remember you.”

“Do you recall when I mentioned to you that your boys should try out for our team.”

“Yes, I do, but they’re not plumbers, and I’m sure they wouldn’t be eligible.”

“That don’t matter.  Theys both big strong fuckers, especially one of them.”

“Which one,” I asked.

“I don’t know their names and don’t remember what the fuck they were wearing.  All I can say, it’s the one with the longest, fattest cock.”

“The longest cock?”

“Yeah, I stood between them in the fuckin’ can.”

“That would be Ricky.  Tell me, Pete, if you don’t mind, since you remember only the length of their cocks, do you have some interest in cocks.  Is that why you looked at them?”

There was a pause before he answered.  “Could be.  Does that bother you?”

“Oh, no.  Not at all,” I said.

“Well, Mr. Porter, I was wondering if sometime I could come to your house and . . . you know . . . interview them.”

“I’m sure they would be delighted to talk with you.”

Another pause.  “Mr. Porter, since you asked me about my interest in . . . you know . . . cocks, can I ask you if you also have an interest in cocks?”

I laughed.  “Yes, Pete, one could say I do.  Would tomorrow evening suit you?  Say about eight?”

“I’ll be there.”

When Alex and Jason arrived, they both sat on the sofa in the family room, and I sat in a chair across from them.

We talked about nothing in particular, but as they started on their second can of beer, I said, “It’s my understanding, you two, that you have never seen each other naked.  That’s really too bad.  There are no two people in this world who are closer biologically, as well as in spirit, than a father and his son.  You live together, but you act like total strangers.  You get naked and jack off with others who you’re not related to, but you won’t do it with each other.  As your godfather, Jason, and as your best friend, Alex, I’m going to force the issue tonight.”

Alex glanced quickly at Jason.  “What do you mean, Harry?  I warn you, I’m not playing any games.”

I could tell that Alex was quite uneasy having me mention sex, much less jacking off when he was in the presence of his son.  Nothing like that had ever been hinted at when they were together.

I leaned forward and spoke in a very commanding voice.  “I want you both to strip down naked, and I’ll do the same.  Go on, do it.  When every stitch is off, we’ll talk.”

Alex stood up.  “Now listen here, Harry . . . .”

“Just do it,” I said as I began unbuttoning my shirt.  “Come on, Alex, this is the only chance we have for this to be resolved and come to a complete understanding.”

As I continued to strip off my clothes, I watched Jason and Alex slowly removing theirs.  When Alex finally removed his pants, I noticed that Jason’s face reflected some shock at seeing his father’s hairy thighs and calves for the first time.  They each stole furtive glances at each other’s bodies as their nakedness was slowly revealed.  When they were both down to only their underwear, they stood there, seemingly reluctant to take it off.

“Okay,” I said, “I can plainly see what you both have underneath those briefs.  Your cocks are as hard as baseball bats.  Now off with the underwear.”

When they came off, they stood unsuccessfully trying to hide their gorged penises with their hands.

“Hands down by your sides,” I said.  “Now sit down.  That’s it.  But closer.  I want to see your legs touching.”

As they moved together where their legs were touching, I could see their boners throbbing slightly.  “Now look at each other’s body and just tell me if you think the world has come to an end.  Tell me if you don’t think this is a beautiful thing that you are experiencing.  Neither of you are hurt in any way, and I’ll bet you feel a loving excitement you’ve never felt before.”

As Alex and his son looked into each other’s eyes and cast them over each other’s body, I could see a faint smile come across their lips.

Now I want you to reach over and take hold of each other’s hard cock and gently stroke it as I’m doing to my own cock.”

As I began stroking my own, I watched their bodies seem to relax as they stroked the other’s penis.  The panic seemed to disappear from their faces, which now reflected the beginnings of sexual arousal.  They paid no attention to me as they each stroked the other’s hard cock vigorously.  With his other hand, Jason reached over and cupped his father’s balls . . . the most gorgeous, low-hanging bag of balls I’d ever seen.  I recalled rolling them around in my mouth that night in the hotel.  I watched their bodies begin to stiffen up, every sinew in their legs and arms and stomachs straining as their orgasms grabbed hold of their bodies.  Great volleys of thick, iridescent sperm spewed from their penises onto their thighs.  The sight of it triggered my own orgasm and several streams of cum.

Alex and Jason, still breathless, threw their arms around each other and kissed each other’s cheeks.

As we sat in silence smiling at one another, I heard the front door opening.  Then Ricky stepped into the room.

“Well.  What do we have here?” Ricky said.  “It looks like I missed the party.”

I smiled up at him, still with my wilting penis in my hand.  “We were just coming to an understanding, Ricky.”

Ricky went to the kitchen and returned with a beer in his hand.  Alex, Jason, and I sat there in all our nudity for about a half hour telling Ricky about the breakthrough.

Ricky finally turned to Jason and said, “Would you like to stay over tonight with me?  We could . . . you know . . . talk more about it.”

Alex told his son it was okay to stay over.  He would drive home alone and pick Jason up in the morning.  As the two boys raced up the stairs to Ricky’s room, I moved over and sat next to Alex on the sofa.  We took hold of each other and kissed as we ran our hands over each other’s body.

“Well, Alex,” I said.  “Now that the boys have gone off for the night, here we are again, just as we were that night in the hotel room.  Maybe we don’t have to wait for another trip out of town.”

I lay back and pulled Alex down on top of me.  He fucked me hard and long, sending his hot seed deep into my rectum.  It seemed like an hour had passed when I heard footsteps on the stairs.  Suddenly, I saw Ricky and Jason standing in the room looking at us with their mouths open.  Jason’s father was on his back with his hairy legs high in the air, and I had my blazing cock clearly halfway up his hairy asshole.  Alex gasped when he saw them.  I looked up at the shocked faces on our sons and thought, “Oh, my God.  What do I do now?”

To be continued...

Many, many thanks to all who have responded to this story.  Very gratifying.  If response to this chapter is good, the story will be continued.  I reply to all responses.

Tom Borden 

Posted: 01/15/10