Message-ID: <17526eli$9811250427@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Jan Williams" Subject: "RP"{Jan Williams}"The Tenant"( MF cons tg oral rom)[1/3] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981124130053.5532.qmail@hotmail.com> Content Warning: This work of fiction contains mature subject matter and graphic sexual language including descriptions of consensual sex between men and women. If you think you can't deal with this story, or if it's illegal to possess such material in your locality, please hit the delete button now. If you're a minor as defined by the laws in your locality then you MUST stop now and go no further. As a work of fiction, any similarities to any person(s) dead, alive, or fictional is merely a really weird coincidence. THE TENANT By Jan Williams janwill89@hotmail.com Copyright © 1998 by Jan Williams Copies may be made and posted for personal enjoyment, but all commercial rights are reserved. Part I, The First Days The trip from Connecticut to San Francisco had been uneventful. It seemed quick, considering the distance. A short hop from Hartford to Laguardia, then nonstop 747. The courtesy van from the Marriott had been prompt and their room was ready for them. "Only two more nights in a hotel," thought Rick as he and Cindy rested on the hotel bed after supper. Rick’s mind drifted back over the events of the past few months. So many things had happened to Rick in the last two months, actually the last year. The memories were vivid, some sweet, others traumatic. June had seen the traditional college graduation and marriage for Rick and Cindy, the happiest of times for both. It had been pleasant at Rick’s father’s estate, a place to stay while they looked for a home of their own. There was plenty of room and privacy for a newly married couple in the guest suite, even a small kitchenette if they wanted to fix their own meals. Sweet memories to recall again: ------ o ------ "How does it feel to be an old married couple," smiled Rick as they returned from an evening out. "My half feels great," replied Cindy, "how about your half?" "Couldn’t be better." "What do you mean, ‘old married couple?’" "Well, it’s the first time we’ve been out of the house since we got married, almost two weeks. It just seemed like we were settling down into a normal married lifestyle." "You mean it’s the first time we’ve been out of the bed," laughed Cindy as she undressed for bed. "What’s the matter, did I finally wear you out?" "I guess a woman can wear any man out," mused Rick. "You can just keep on going can’t you?" "I don’t know. I get tired physically after awhile, but you’ve always been able to rekindle the emotional desire after a few minutes," giggled Cindy. "I guess I really don’t want to stop for the first three or four times." "So I’ve noticed. Is that enough for you, three or four times?" "I feel satisfied then, content enough to go to sleep if it’s night time." "How about when we do it during the day?" "I guess I’m still content then, but you could talk me into another in about thirty seconds," purred Cindy. "Take a shower with me and bathe me." "Are you trying to start something?" "Yes." "Well, this is a good way," said Rick as he led Cindy to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Rick loved to bathe her beautiful soft body, more caressing than bathing. He lathered up a wash cloth and removed the slight traces of makeup from her face, watching the drops of water from the shower join together and flow down between her breasts, disappearing into her soft blonde muff. He moved behind her to bathe her throat and neck, down her back to her cute butt. Rick pressed tightly against her, his cock up against the small of her back, soaping his body with hers as he bathed her breasts, more massage than bathing now as he held his bare hand on one breast while he bathed the other. The soft roughness of the cloth caressed her nipples, making them tingle as he rubbed it over them. How could bathing her body excite him? It would have to excite her more. His hands moved down her body, bathing her belly, her hips, using his bare hand to bathe the soft fine hairs of her muff. Cindy tensed as he cupped her soft vulva in his hand and squeezed gently, sighing softly as she turned her head to kiss him when she felt his soapy fingers bathing the delicate recesses of her vulva. She giggled as he bathed her butt and down the crack of her ass to her anus, playing with it as he bathed it. Rick turned Cindy’s soapy body around in his arms until she faced him and hugged her, then slid down to bathe her thighs. He set her on the shower seat and bathed on down her legs to her feet, his eyes focusing on her vulva as he bathed first one foot and then the other, wanting to thrust his tongue between its protruding inner lips and taste their freshness; startled as Cindy grasped his head and pulled his face tight to her vulva and then released him, smiling down at him as he gazed up into her eyes. Cindy took the washcloth from Rick and started to bathe him. He felt her muff rub against his butt as she stood on her toes, holding him close to her to reach around while she bathed his chest and belly, lingering to play with his nipples. Cindy pressed her sex tight against him as her bare hand bathed his cock and balls, moving back only to bathe his anus. Her face came enticingly close to his hard cock as she squatted down to bathe his thighs, teasing him as her lips almost touched its head. She looked up at him, her mouth open, eyes smiling and then pulled back. Rick sat on the seat for her to finish bathing him, smiling as he watched her beautiful breasts bouncing with the firmness of youth while she scrubbed his legs and feet. They rinsed each other off, rubbing their hands over each other until all traces of soap were gone and then dried, first one, then the other. "You cum each time don’t you, you know, have an orgasm?" asked Rick as they lay in bed. "I’ve tried to keep doing something until I thought you did." "You’ve been good about that," blushed Cindy. "I don’t think we’ve missed yet." "Could you keep on having them? Does it get harder after the first few times?" "Sometimes I masturbated when I was thinking of you before we were married. I could have two without stopping if I took it easy on my clit until I get the second one going. I could then have more separate ones, but I had to wait for the tenderness of my clit to go away after each one." "How about with us now?" "You haven’t made me have two together yet. After we do it three or four times it starts to take me longer to get in the mood for another, maybe five or ten minutes of necking. You’ve made me cum even when I wasn’t really in the mood to start. I don’t know if there’s a limit outside of getting tired or sore. I wonder if I would ever get bored," mused Cindy. "You can’t keep on going can you?" "No, four times hasn’t been a problem, but I don’t know how many more beyond that." "Want to find out?" cooed Cindy. "How about just two tonight and then we’ll find out after breakfast in the morning when we’re both fresh." "Okay, just two for you, but you’ve got to make me cum with your mouth first, like you did the other night," replied Cindy as she rolled over on her back and spread her legs. "You liked that didn’t you?" "You startled me at first, I didn’t know what you were going to do. It sure felt good after I relaxed though. I want you to do it again." "I really didn’t know what I was going to do either. I just tried to do what I had read in that book we bought." "Did you like doing it?" "Yeah, it was sexy as hell, and you smelled and tasted sort of . . . erotic I guess. I liked it. Would you do me?" "I don’t know . . . I’ve read the book too, and seen it in those porn movies but I don’t know if I can do it," said Cindy as she placed her hand gently on his cheek and looked into his eyes. "Do you mean you don’t know how to do it, or don’t know if you want to do it?" "Both I guess. . . . Do you want me to do it?" ". . . Yes," answered Rick, pulling her tightly to him and hugging her. "I thought you were going to do something in the shower." "I almost did. It’ll cost you, you’ll still have to fuck me twice and you have to go first," smiled Cindy as she tilted her head back and gazed into his eyes. ". . . If I’m going to do it I want to go all the way, you know, take your cum in my mouth." "Okay." Rick nibbled at Cindy’s lips with his, toying with her tongue as she flicked it into his open mouth; slowly working his kiss down to the hollow of her throat and then to the softness of her breast, bathing it with his tongue, nursing her hardened nipple as she pressed his face to her. His tongue slithered down between her breasts to her navel to tickle her and then over the gentle bulge of her belly to the soft fine hair of the muff that crowned her sex. Cindy’s knees were drawn up and laid out for him as she held her hands lightly on his head, wanting to pull him into her. He brushed his lips through the soft fine hair and down the crease of her thigh and vulva, his tongue caressing its tenderness; the enticing odors of her sex in his nostrils as his tongue gently flicked over her labia, probing their length until it found and kissed her nether lips, thrusting into her cunt to taste of the juices of her passion. Her hands were stronger on his head now, guiding his tongue up her vestibule to the protruding bud of her clit. Her body jerked as his lips closed over her hood and he sucked her clit into his mouth, her hands pressed him to her as his tongue fluttered over her clit. Better this time, no apprehensions as she savored the exquisite sensations his mouth drew from within her body. She felt her clit drawn in his mouth and held as his flicking tongue lit the fires of her orgasm, then released to be drawn in again and again until her orgasm erupted in its climax; waves of euphoric ecstacy rippling out from her clit to shake her body and sting her breasts. Gentle caresses on her clit now, not letting her passions die too far, building her desires once more until she lifted his head and brought him up to lie beside her. Cindy reached over to kiss him and taste of her sex for the first time as she licked her juices from his lips and mouth. She moved between his legs and held his cock to her cheek with her hand, nervous now but her passions were too high to resist. She ran her tongue over her lips to wet them and touched her wet lips to his warm cock, sliding them up to its head and tasting it with her tongue. Cindy opened her mouth and closed her lips behind the ridge of its head, caressing it with her tongue as she felt it in her mouth; strange feelings as her passions began to rise, wanting to take more of it in, wanting to feel it fill her mouth. She slowly drew it in deeper and deeper until she became uneasy with it there, withdrawing it until the fullness of her mouth was pleasant again and she could caress the bottom of his cock with her tongue. She felt Rick’s body responding to her, his hands on her head, stroking her hair and face; his hips rising up and falling back as she started to slide her lips and tongue up and down his cock, a little deeper each time but her mouth was still not full. She moved back to the tender end and began to caress it with her tongue and lips, sucking it in and out of her mouth like he had done her clit. His hands were holding her head to him stronger now, his hips writhing as his body tensed, "I’m going to cum," cried Rick as she tasted the first of his cum on her tongue. She started to bob her head up and down and suck hard on his cock as she felt it begin to pulse, each pulse spurting cum into her mouth, holding it there as it flowed over her tongue until the last pulse ended. Cindy slipped his cock out of her mouth and savored the taste and texture of his cum, swishing it around in her mouth, finally gazing into Rick’s eyes and smiling as she swallowed it. She took his cock back into her mouth and sucked it clean. Rick held her face in his hands and raised her lips to his, opening his mouth to receive her kiss, holding her tight while they French kissed long and deep, the taste of his cum mingling with the memories of her juices. "How was it?" asked Rick as he held her in his arms. "What you did was wonderful, better than the first time," sighed Cindy. "I was surprised, no . . . pleased with sucking you off. Your cock felt nice in my mouth, I think I really liked doing it. Having your cum spurt into my mouth was great, the taste wasn’t all that good but the sensation of sucking those spurts of cum out of your pulsing cock was great. Did you like the way I did it?" "It may have been the best orgasm I ever had. You can do it again any time you want to," smiled Rick. "I want to do it again but you’ve got to fuck me now," purred Cindy, "two times." "I’ve got to get hard first," said Rick. "I know how to get it hard fast now." "How?" "I get the biggest hard I’ve ever had when I eat you. I’ll warm us both up first, then I’ll fuck you for myself and make you cum with my tongue if I have to." "Twice," smiled Cindy. "Yeah, roll over." Rick placed two pillows under Cindy’s hips and lay between her spread legs, admiring her beautifully formed vulva with its crown of soft fine blonde hair. Her labia were perfectly formed on both sides with her inner lips always peeking enticing out from within. The full outer lips blended into her mons beside the slightly protruding hood of her clit at the top and her perineum beside the lower petals of her inner lips. Her reddening inner lips, protruding out from between the full outer lips as her passions increased, closed in below her hood at the top and circled under the flowery opening of her cunt at the bottom. He could see just a glimpse of the bud of her clit peeking out from beneath its hood. Cindy spread her labia with her fingers for him to slowly lap and probe his tongue along the length of her vestibule and gently suck her clit for a moment before returning to thrust his tongue deep into her cunt. Her hands pressed his open mouth tightly to her nether lips as his tongue probed deep inside her, then released him to return to her clit and suck it into his mouth for his tongue to caress and excite until she felt the wetness of her rising passions. Her hands drew him up her body until their mouths joined and his cock pressed against the petals of her nether lips. She guided him slowly into her and waited for him to press deeper and deeper until they were fully joined. Cindy whispered in his ear, "Move up higher, press your pubis against my clit, . . . that’s it, rub it against me, ahhh, now fuck me, hard and deep, rub my clit each time, uh, uh, uh, uh, . . . uh, uh, don’t stop now . . . I’m cumming, ah ah ah ah ah ahhhh, keep on, do it for yourself, can you feel this?" "Yesss, I’m cumming . . . Ohh that was good, What did you do just now?" "You liked that didn’t you. I tightened the sphincter muscles in my cunt around your cock. I’ve been doing exercises to strengthen them. I can feel them grip my finger. Oh, he’s slipping out." "He’ll be back." "Maybe I can speed him up," said Cindy as she took its head in her mouth and began to suck on it. "I do taste sort of good don’t I. There, it’s coming back." "Slide him in really slow. Go in and out real slow. . . . Take him back until just his head’s in me, now in just a little bit and then back, in and out in and out, a little deeper each time. That feels sooo good . . . . Fuck me." "Our sex keeps getting better doesn’t it?" asked Rick as Cindy came down from her climax. "Mine does," sighed Cindy between kisses, "you’ll have to speak for yourself." "Which feels best, to fuck or be fucked," mused Rick. "That’s silly." "No it’s not. Who receives the most pleasure, the woman who’s having a cock thrust in and out of her cunt or the guy who’s thrusting his cock in and out of her cunt?" "I don’t know, how you could tell? . . . I’m happy with what I’ve got. Rick, are we having too much sex? you know, too often?" ". . . No. . . . We did just get married. Why?" "I just wondered how you felt about it. I think I’m getting to like sex." "I hope so. What do you mean ‘getting to like sex,’ I thought you always did like sex?" "Yeah, but now I’m getting to really LIKE it. I dream about it sometimes, I think about it in the middle of the day. . . . Rick, I want you to fuck me every night when we go to bed; I want you to fuck me and hold me until I go to sleep." "I think I can do that," smiled Rick. "Is that the only time I can fuck you?" "You can fuck me anytime you want to on one condition." "What’s that?" "You’ve got to promise me something?" "What?" "Promise me that when we have sex you’ll make love to me and not just fuck me. Does that make sense?" "Yes, it makes sense. Most men do know the difference between making love and fucking. I guess that’s important to a woman isn’t it. I promise." "You’ve always made love to me, I just don’t want that to change," said Cindy. "Sometimes our sessions turn into a good hard fuck but that feels great, we’re still making love. I can’t fuck you can I?" "Are you thinking about my question?" "Yeah, . . . I can get on top of you and fuck myself on your cock. That’s not the same is it?" "No, not really. We haven’t done that yet have we. I could just lie there and let you have at it." "I want to get on top of you tomorrow and fuck you with my cunt. I want to do it as hard as I can, just like you do sometimes when you start to cum." "You’ll have to kiss me first," smiled Rick. "Okay. I don’t want to shower, I don’t want to leave your arms. Just let me sleep like this." ------ o ------ "Come on sleepy head, it’s time to get up. We’ve got things to do," said Rick as he tried to untangle himself from Cindy. "What time is it?" "Ten o’clock. We’ve got to take a shower and eat breakfast." "Okay." ". . . Cindy, . . . wake up." "Go away. . . what are you doing? Ahhh, your tongue feels good there. That did it. I’m awake. Take me to the shower and bathe me. I’ve got to douche too." "I’ll fix us some waffles if you change the bed linen," offered Cindy. "Okay." "It’s on the table." "I’m hungry," said Rick as he sat at the table. "Cindy, take your robe off. Just put it over the back of the chair." "Why?" "I want to look at your breasts while we eat. I love to watch them jiggle as you move around." "You’re silly," laughed Cindy. "Alright . . . there." "Thanks," smiled Rick. "Are you ready for our experiment? I’m going to try for ten, just like we did last night." "I get to fuck you first," said Cindy, "you promised." "Okay, lets go to the bedroom." "I’ll lay on my back and you straddle my head facing me. I’ll get your juices flowing and get my cock good and hard." "Does that tickle?" asked Cindy as she brushed her muff over his nose. "Not really, it feels nice, soft, you smell good . . . you taste good too. This won’t take long." Cindy moved back and worked the head of Rick’s cock into her cunt. She smiled at him as she let herself slide down over him until she was impaled on it. "This feels wonderful, I can rub my clit over your bush while you’re all the way in. I’m going to make myself cum just like this first and then fuck you . . . hold my breasts . . . I’m almost there . . . ah ah ah ah ah ahhhh. Now it’s your turn. I bet I cum again." She leaned forward on her knees to raise her hips up and started sliding her cunt up and down over the full length of Rick’s cock, rubbing her clit in his bush each time she came down. Rick was well on his way up when she started and didn’t take long to cum. Cindy felt his cock pulsing and his legs trembling as he came. She impaled herself again and brought on another climax before falling forward onto his chest and kissing him. "That’s one for you and two for me," smiled Cindy as she rolled off of Rick and lay on her back. "Are you ready yet?" asked Rick as he massaged Cindy’s breasts. "Yes," smiled Cindy, "are you?" "Let me put these pillows under your hips and I will be." "That’s ten for you and eleven for me," reported Cindy. "Can you go again?" "If you can get it up," smiled Rick. "Can you?" "Yeah. My pubis is a little sore but I still want more. It’s taking me a little longer to cum now but it still feels great when I do. I’ll get it up for you," said Cindy as she lowered her mouth over his cock. ". . . There, he’s ready." "I don’t think I can do it again. It’s been forty-five minutes and it doesn’t feel like it’s going to come up." "Eat me and see what happens." "Was it good?" asked Rick after the climax of her orgasm subsided. "Yess," purred Cindy, "do it again." Five more times and Rick gave up, "That’s eleven for me and eighteen for you. Can you go again?" "Yes." "Well, I can’t. My tongue and mouth are too tired and my neck hurts. It’s seven o’clock, we’ve been at this for nine hours." "And I loved every minute of it," said Cindy. "So did I. How much more could you do?" "I really don’t know . . . ah ah ah ah ah ahhh, there’s nineteen," said Cindy as she took her hand from her vulva and smiled at Rick. "Make love to me for awhile and use your hand to make me cum. I want to make it twenty times." "I can do that." ". . . That’s twenty. I’m not sure there is a limit, just pain and fatigue. I still feel sexy." "That’s ten points for women getting more out of sex than men. Did that one feel as good as the first one?" "Not quite, but your hand is never as good as your cock or tongue. I do think some of the intensity was fading at the last. It was still great but milder I guess. . . . Hold me for awhile, play with my breasts. Don’t start anything, just love me." "You like for me to play with your breasts don’t you? Does it feel good when I suck on your nipple?" "Yeah, it feels great. Most anything you do to them feels good. It even feels sort of good when they bounce while I’m walking," blushed Cindy. "I feel it in my cunt when you suck my nipples. You can get me hot that way. I feel my sex in my breasts. My nipples and areolae swell and harden and my areolae change color when I get hot, and my orgasms make them tingle." "Another ten points for women," said Rick. Cindy just smiled and snuggled closer to Rick. Too tired to get up until morning. "Sit on the sofa. I’ll clear the breakfast dishes and join you in a minute," said Rick. "Our honeymoon is almost over isn’t it," sighed Cindy as she leaned back against Rick. "We’ve got this weekend and then I’ve got to go to work in the accounting department on Monday. I’ve got to work on the merger between dad’s company and George Jenson’s. It’s going to take a couple of weeks to complete the arrangements." "Why is your dad doing this?" "You’ve met George. He and dad were college buddies and have stayed good friends all these years. Their two companies are a perfect match to merge two segments of the market into one strong company and capture a bigger share of the market. They will be equal partners and each will continue to manage their divisions. We should have the merger completed sometime after the fourth of July weekend." "Is he using his work to take his mind off your mom’s death?" "Partially. We knew it was coming so it was not a surprise. The cancer had just spread too far. It’s been almost a year now and I think he’s adjusted pretty well; I know I have." "I know the loss of my parents hit me pretty hard, but I was younger then, still in highschool." "How’s your aunt doing?" "The alzheimers is taking its toll. She didn’t even recognize me when I went to the nursing home last week. I’m going to miss her. It’s almost like losing my parents again. She was like a mother to me until my second year in college when I moved to the campus. She was a lot like my mother, just a year older. She looked a lot like her too, a strong family resemblance." "What are we going to do today?" asked Rick. "As little as possible, I’m still tired. Just lay around I guess." "Unbutton your robe," said rick as he reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands. "I said lay around, not play around," giggled Cindy. "You didn’t object in the shower this morning," "That was different, we were naked then and you were bathing me." "Well?" "Alright, you take yours off too. I can’t do anything serious though, I’m too sore." "Where?" "The entrance to my cunt and my pubis. My clit feels okay though," said Cindy as she rubbed it with her fingers. "My pubis is sore too but my cock is not too bad off." "Will it get hard?" "I don’t know. See what you can do with it." "Does this hurt?" she asked as she slid down and took it into her mouth. "If it does it’s the best hurt I’ve ever felt. I didn’t know you could smile with a mouth full of cock," said Rick as he looked into her upturned face and saw the sparkle in her eyes. ". . . Get ready . . . I’m going to cum . . . ahh, that was good." "My neck still hurts. Lie down on the table and rest your feet on these chair backs. I’m going to sit on these cushions on the floor. That’s perfect. Did I tell you you have a beautiful pussy?" "No. What’s beautiful about it?" "Here, look in this mirror. See how perfectly it’s formed and the pretty colors. Look at the lips of your cunt, like the petals of a flower. And this soft blonde crown at its top. It looks good enough to eat." "Go ahead lover," purred Cindy. ------ o ------ "How was your first week at work," asked Cindy as she met Rick at the door. "Not bad. We’ve almost finished the merger work. The papers should be signed next week. George is a fine gentleman and a good businessman, it’s been a pleasure to work with him. We’ve got the house to ourselves this weekend. Dad’s going to clean up his boat in the morning and then take some friends for a two day cruse after lunch." "Nice. I’ve got you all to myself for two days." "And two nights," replied Rick. Rick had been awake for awhile. No need to get up on a lazy spring morning, besides, the view from his side of the bed was too pleasant to disturb. They slept naked and Cindy was lying on her back with the covers thrown back, still asleep. He loved to watch Cindy sleep, she seemed so peaceful and beautiful then, smiling slightly now. Her head was turned toward him with her arm turned up beside her head to match her knee. Cindy was somewhat on the tall side for a woman, five-six and one thirty pounds. She exercised regularly and swam whenever she got the chance, giving a pleasing fullness to her arms and thighs and a flat stomach. She thought her hips were too broad but Rick thought it made her look sexy. "Strange how women’s bodies had such smooth muscles" thought Rick as he looked at the curve of her hip and thigh and the smooth fullness of her calf. He remembered how her back and shoulders looked and felt, the same smoothness and blending curves. Her face was oval with large eyes, poutey lips, and a delicate nose; elegant yet pretty. She wore her hair long, almost to her waist, parted in the middle and thrown back over her shoulders. Her breasts, Rick loved her breasts. Large with the firmness of youth. She said she wore a thirty-four D bra. That meant her bust measured thirty-eight inches. They curved down slightly underneath before turning up, their fullness extending up her chest to give her an enticing cleavage with any open neck dress or blouse. Their areolae were large and swelled out around her erect nipples slightly when she was hot. Their nipples hardened when he touched them. Rick noticed how far her breasts extended around the side of her chest, well under her armpit; emphasized now by the way she was turned slightly toward him. Her other breast was highlighted by the light from the window, flattened only slightly as she lay on her back. The morning sunlight was slowly moving up her legs, up to her vulva now; turning the soft fine blonde hairs of her muff to glistening gold that crowned her vulva with its protruding hood and inner lips. Rick waited and watched the sunlight creep up her body past her breasts and her cheek to her eyes. Cindy stirred and put her hand up to cover her eyes, finally opening them to see Rick gazing into them. Her faint smile broadened as she rolled over and lay across his chest to kiss him, her breasts pressed between them and her long blonde hair covering them both. "Good morning lover," smiled Cindy, "you were watching me sleep weren’t you." "Yes. I love to look at you then. You’re so beautiful and I can stare at you all I want when you’re asleep." "You can stare at me anytime you want to." "Doesn’t it bother you for someone to stare at you?" "Not when you do it. I like for you to look at me." "Get up and pose for me in front of the window. Let the sun shine on you." ". . . Alright. . . . How do you want me to pose?" "Just stand there and turn around slowly. Do something with your hands and legs I guess and your hair." Cindy did her best trying to imitate models she had seen in magazines and on TV. She began to like it and kept it up for about ten minutes. "Is that enough?" "No, but you can quit now if you want. I wish I’d had my camera." "Would you show anyone the pictures if you took them?" "Of course not. why?" "I’d like to do it one day, pose for you nude. Maybe outside in a secluded spot." "I know a place we can go. Lets do it this afternoon," smiled Rick. "Lets get dressed and eat breakfast." "Okay." "Rick, answer the door will you? I’m not dressed yet." "Good morning," said the uniformed police officer. "Are you Rick Atkins, son of John Atkins?" "Yes." "May I come in, please?" "Yes, would you like to sit?" "No, thank you. I’m afraid I have some bad news, there’s been an accident. These things are never easy, there was an explosion on your father’s boat . . . he was killed." "Please, sit," said Rick, "I need to. Are you sure it was my father?" "Formal identification will be required of course, but I don’t think there is any doubt. He had identification on him and several people at the marina identified him and his boat. It appears that he was killed outright by the explosion. My guess is that it was a gasoline explosion." "Where is he now?" "At the morgue. You will need to come there and identify the body. Sometime today if you can. Here is my card. If you need anything you can call me, anytime. I will stay on this case until the cause of the accident has been determined. The Coast Guard has been notified and they will conduct their own investigation, but you should contact them through me. Is there anything I can do for you now?" "No, I don’t think so. My wife is here. I will tell her and we will take care of things. Thank you for your concern." "I’ll be going then." "Rick, what’s the matter? Who was that?" asked Cindy as she came in the livingroom. "Sargent Osborne of the police department. Cindy . . . dad’s dead . . . his boat blew up while he was working on it." "Oh, Rick. I’m so sorry," said Cindy as she sat beside Rick and put her arms around him. "I’ll be alright," replied Rick as he hugged her. "Just sit here with me for a few minutes. What’s done is done and there are things I have to take care of as soon as I can compose myself." "Is there anything I can do for you now?" "No, we’ll do them together. I’m going to see if I can get Dad’s secretary to come here and answer the phone . . . no, I’ll just forward the calls to her. There’s going to be a lot of people trying to contact her when the news gets out. That will leave us free to do the things we have to do." "Susan? Rick Atkins. How are you? I have some bad news, dad’s dead. Oh, you saw it on the news already? Did you have any plans for this weekend? A backyard barbecue. The reason I’m calling is that there are a lot of things I have to do today, go to the morgue, notify people and make other arrangements. I was wondering if I could have his calls forwarded to you. There’s going to be a lot of them and I don’t know most of the people who will be calling but you do. If you could answer some of their questions and take messages for me I would appreciate it. Fine, I’ll set up the call forwarding now and keep you informed of the arrangements as I make them." "Rick, breakfast’s ready." "Okay. We’ll eat and go to the morgue first, then the funeral home. Getting dad’s business straightened out is going to me something else. This is going to come as a surprise to you. I now own the business outright, and all of its problems and responsibilities." "I don’t understand?" "Dad made me a silent unpaid partner years ago. In the event of his death it simply becomes mine as the surviving partner. The problem is that I don’t know how to run it. He was training me to take over but that would have taken years. I’ll have to talk to the company’s attorney on Monday and get a copy of Dad’s will, but my initial reaction is to sell the company to George Jensen." "What would you get for it?" "Ten million dollars." "What!" "Five million cash and five hundred thousand a year for ten years." "I don’t know what to say." "I don’t either. I have to think about the company and all its employees, and my trying to run it is not likely to be in their best interest. Well, lets get started with what we have to do today." ------ o ------ "Good morning, George," said Rick as he entered George Jenson’s office. "Good morning, Rick. I haven’t seen you since the funeral. Terrible thing about your father. You have my deepest sympathies. What brings you here?" "As you are well aware, the death of my father has caused the paperwork for the merger to bog down somewhat. In any case, I have a new proposal for you. You probably didn’t know this but I have been an equal partner in my father’s company for the past ten years. Based on the terms of the partnership, I now own the business." "No. I did not know," replied George with a puzzled look on his face. "This is quite a new development. You say you have a new proposal?" "Yes. I would like to sell you the business outright. I will sell it to you for ten million and it won’t cost you a cent." "That would be quite a trick." "Maybe not. Dad had been planing for a significant expansion and had set aside some funds each year out of profits. The account has five million in it now. I will accept that five million and the other five out of profits over the next ten years. The only problem I foresee is in managing the company. I believe his present staff can do that with your guidance, and I believe his plant manager could become the general manager of the entire operation." "Rick, I don’t doubt what you say. However, there may be some legal technicalities that I am not aware of. If there are none, you have a deal; with one condition. You are a smart young man and trained in accounting. You know the company is potentially worth far more than what you are asking. I will make the ten year payments a minimum of a half million a year but not less than five-hundred-thousand times the percentage increase in profits for the division. If the profits double you get one million a year. "The company’s attorney assured me that the proposal is legal in all respects. However, please do what you need to do to assure yourself. I accept your modification to the proposal. Incidently, if you look carefully at the company’s charter and list of assets and the merger proposal that you already have in your possession, you will find my name there in the fine print and the five-million listed under ‘proposed expansion.’ My name is not included in the proposed new charter." "Cindy, I sold the company," shouted Rick as he came in the house. "George bought it?" "He has agreed to as soon as the lawyers go over the details. He insisted on increasing the annual payments if the company profits increase. That could be an additional five- million." "Does this mean we’re rich?" "Yes. We would have been richer if I could have run the company but the risk was too great for that," replied Rick. "We’re rich enough to move away from here before winter in any case." "I know we’ve talked about it but do you really want to leave here?" "I don’t have any reason to stay and some memories to put away. How about you"? "The same I guess. where would we go?" "I always liked San Francisco, the climate is great and we can afford to live there now." "That would be nice. We could start a new life there," mused Cindy. "I’ve got to talk to a real-estate agent in the next few days." ------ o ------ "Well, Rick. My attorney told me to take your proposal before you changed your mind," smiled George as they waited for their meal to be served. "What will you and Cindy do now that you don’t have a company to worry about?" "We’re talking about moving to San Francisco if we can find a house there." "What are you looking for." "Four bedrooms in San Francisco proper." "An acquaintance of mine had just such a house. I visited there several times. He and his wife were killed recently in a freeway pileup. I believe the property is still for sale. I will look into it for you. We can go straight to the attorney’s office and complete the sale of your company as soon as we finish our meal if you like." "That would be fine with me." "Start packing, Cindy," said Rick as he hugged Cindy. "The sales agreement, mortgage contract and a five million dollar cashier’s check are in our safety deposit box at the bank." "That’s great. What do you mean, ‘start packing,’ where are we going?" "San Francisco, George may have a house for us. He’s looking into it." "What will we do with this house?" asked Cindy. "It’s such a big house and all the fine furniture." "We select the furniture we need to furnish the new house and move that, dispose of the rest and let a real-estate agency sell the property. We don’t have to worry about it. Are you really sure you want to move to San Francisco." "I think so. I was there once and liked it. It doesn’t matter all that much where we live in any of the big metropolitan areas as long as the climate is moderate. If the house is comfortable and the neighborhood nice I think I would be very happy there. Are you getting over the loss of your dad?" "I think so. I miss him but I have to get on with my life. Sargent Osborne sent me a copy of the Coast Guard report. It shows that the motor for the engine compartment exhaust fan had burned out before the explosion. It had not been tampered with, the windings has simply shorted out internally. Dad had fueled the boat and when he started the engines to move from the fuel pier, the fumes in the engine compartment simply ignited and exploded the fuel tanks. The force of the explosion forced the deck he was standing on upward and he was crushed against the helm. They doubt he knew what happened. I’m thankful for that. Enough of that, what’s for supper?" "I fixed a roast and it’s ready to serve." "Sounds delicious." "Go wash up and I’ll put it on the table." "Candles and wine? You really did go all out." "It’s sort of a celebration. We’ve been married two months today and I thought you would complete the sale." "That was delicious. Put the leftovers up and I’ll clear away the rest of the things. There’s a new movie on the dish tonight. Lets watch it." "Okay." "Lean back against me. . . . That’s nice. Your hair smells nice. Did you wash it?" "Yes. I soaked in the tub while the roast was cooking. The water was all the way up to my chin. It felt nice." "You’re staring at me," smiled Cindy as she walked naked from the bathroom to the bed. "You told me to, remember?" replied Rick from the bed. "Yes. We never did take those pictures of me. I’ve been practicing posing and I think I’m ready." "Want to do it tomorrow morning?" "Yess," cooed Cindy as she snuggled up to Rick. "I’ve been thinking about what you asked about what feels best. You know, whether it feels better to fuck or be fucked." "What brought this on?" "I don’t know, I guess I just realized it’s a good question. I’ve often wondered what it felt like to you when I feel your cock sliding up in me and I started thinking about your question." "Did you come up with an answer?" "I think its better to be fucked if you have a loving man doing it. There’s so much more of my body involved in the orgasm and I think its more intense. I know it lasts longer." "I think you’re right, and I agree with your reasons. That means you think it’s better to be a woman." "I didn’t say that. I said it was better if she had a loving man. I think most women have men who just fuck them until they cum and then go to sleep. A lot of women I know, I guess eighty percent, have told me their men don’t seem to care if they cum or not. They’ve gone for months without having an orgasm unless they masturbate. I think I got the pick of the litter and I’m so thankful for it." "I’ve heard the other side of the story," said Rick. "A lot of men I know say that their women don’t seem to want to be fucked. They won’t let them touch their breasts, they just lay there and don’t respond at all when they’re being fucked, they don’t want to be kissed. They’re lucky to be able to get a fuck once a week if that often. The guys say they might as well jack off in the shower. I think I got the ‘pick of the litter’ too." "It might be we’re just hearing from the complainers," said Cindy. "People who are content don’t go around broadcasting that to the world." "I think you’re partially right, but you have too many examples. All the women you know couldn’t be oddballs. I think that too many men simply don’t know how to treat a woman. I’ll even go so far as to say that they don’t even know how to fuck a woman. Look at us. Look at me, I’m still not sure that I know how to fuck you, not really. If I’ve found out one thing in these past two months it’s that just sticking my cock in your cunt and pumping it in and out is not the right way to fuck you. And it’s certainly not the right way to make love to you." "We got off the subject," smiled Cindy, "I still think it feels better to a woman to be fucked by a man than it does to a man to fuck a woman." "Yeah, but what a subject. I think you may be right about the answer to my question. I have absolutely no complaints about the way I feel when I’m fucking you and I’m completely satisfied afterwards. However, I’ve got a hunch getting fucked makes you feel a lot better. On a scale of one to ten I’d give you a ten and me an eight." "I’ll give you a five," smiled Cindy. "How would we ever find out?" "Find a magician to change our genders," laughed Rick. "Does it really matter? I don’t need to feel any better." "Neither do I," said Cindy smugly, "but then I’ve got the best end." "I think we need to experiment a little more," smiled Rick. "You’re almost hot enough to go now." "I can see your hard-on but how do you know I’m ready." "Easy. Your nipples are hard and sticking out, your areolae are swollen and they’ve changed color, your clit is showing, your inner lips are bright red and protruding out, and there is moisture around the bottom of your slit." Cindy just blushed and smiled at Rick as she spread her legs for him to lay between them and suck her clit into his mouth. "Make me cum, I want to suck your cock again when you finish," whispered Cindy, "I still want to try and get all of it in my mouth." "Does this count as our goodnight fuck?" "No, we’ve got plenty of time for that," smiled Cindy. "I’m going to take the van," said Rick. "I’ve got a stepladder, my good camera with plenty of film, my camcorder with a spare battery, some rope, the lunch you packed and a large gray blanket." "I don’t see why we have to leave so early," said a sleepy Cindy. "It’s an hour’s drive and I need the rising sun for some of the shots," explained Rick. "You can sleep on the way up." "George is out of town this weekend so I know he won’t be using his cabin. We won’t have to go inside, just use the grounds." "I told you it was isolated," said Rick as they pulled up to the cabin. "The scenery is beautiful," said Cindy, "no sign of life anywhere." "We need to find some good spots to use as a backdrop and plan some of the shots," said Rick. They found several good backdrops where the sun was right, one with nothing but the distant mountains behind her, another with some trees, and a large rock she could lean against and climb up on. Rick used up six rolls of film taking still shots of her in every pose they could think of. He used two rolls devoted entirely to accentuating her breasts. Hanging down as she leaned over, the different shapes and positions they would assume as she moved her arms and filled her lungs with air, flattening as she lay on her back with her arms stretched over her head. Lying on her side with her head propped up on her hand. A great one of her draped backwards over the rock with her torso hanging almost straight down, muff showing, her arms dangling, her nipples now high on her chest. Rick tied a rope from one ankle to a tree to keep her from falling off the rock to get that one. Another great one of her up on the rock, looking up at her as she stood on one leg with her other leg and her body horizontal, her arms held straight out from her sides like she was flying. A full profile with her shoulders back and her chest out. Front from her vulva up, her arms crossed below her breasts and then full front with her feet separated about eighteen inches. Another full front with her hands clasped in front of her muff, her upper arms holding her breasts almost together. Same pose with her long hair pulled over her shoulders to hide her breasts, almost. None of the shots were closeups of her vulva or deliberately focused attention on it, wanting it to be just another part of her body, but she always positioned herself so it wasn’t concealed. If she had a leg forward or a knee raised, it was the one away from the camera. The fine blond hair of her muff revealed her slit in some shots if you looked for it. One great full view of her came close, showing her lying on her back on the grass, arms and legs stretched out like Da Vinci’s sketch of a man in a circle, taken from the top of the step ladder set up about six feet from her feet. One of her leaning back against a tree with both hands behind her, one knee raised, her foot resting on the tree behind her. There was one half profile from her navel up with her head turned away from the camera, looking at one breast while she cupped them in her hands. A profile with her standing straight while her pelvis was tilted slightly down, showing the backward curve of her lower belly, the curve of her thigh and accenting her butt. The same pose but with her pelvis tilted up enough to show the profile of her mons with its hairs glistening in the sun. Another profile showing her breasts and butt sticking out as she leaned slightly forward, elbows back, looking at something. The video got more creative. They spent thirty minutes filming her running, jumping, doing calisthenics, dancing, ballet positions and just walking around. "Hungry?" asked Rick. "Hungry and tired," replied Cindy. "Get the blanket and the lunch. I don’t want to dress yet, just sit here and feel like a part of nature. Take your clothes off and sit with me." "Okay. . . . The sun feels good doesn’t it." "Hold me for awhile. Spoon in behind me. There are hills and forests near San Francisco aren’t there." "Yes. North of the city." "Make Love to me," she whispered. "I want to always remember what we did here." It was peaceful there on that sunny hillside in Connecticut, the beauty and form of their naked bodies blending with that of the nature in which they lay, the stillness broken by the chirp of a cricket and the songs of the birds that drifted with the soft breeze. His finger tips gently traced the form of her face, brushing lightly over her ear and down her throat until the palm of his hand lay upon the gentle swell above her breast. The beauty of a woman’s breasts were no greater displayed than by those upon which he now gazed, their soft firmness and crowning nipples, like those which had fed his body in its first days; those object of desire that so adorned her body, beckoning him to partake of their pleasures, perchance to create new life for them to nourish. His hand moved to cup her breast and caress it as his lips and tongue retraced the path his fingers had taken. He tasted the sweetness of her lips, felt the warm breath of her delicate nostrils and then that of her mouth as it opened to draw in his hungry tongue. Her tongue toyed with his through parted teeth until they opened wide to admit him to probe and taste the sweetness of that uppermost receptor of her body. He nibbled at her lips, sucking and licking them and then her tongue as its tip eased between her teeth to be drawn deep into his mouth and held there strongly as his hand gently milked her breast. Her hands were on his head now, her fingers entwined in his hair to keep him close to her. She smiled and faintly moaned as his lips kissed her eyes and the tip of her nose; turning and tilting her head to follow his lips and tongue as he nibbled at her ear and licked its inner folds with his tongue’s pointed tip that flattened to slither behind her jaw and down to bathe the hollow of her throat. He turned his head and lay his cheek against her chest, his ear listening to the beat of her heart, removing his hand for his eyes to drink in the beauty of her creamy breasts, untanned by the summer sun. His desire for them was exceeded only by his rising passion for that which he saw through the valley between the mounds of her breasts; that part of her that would feed his soul, crowned by the soft fine blonde hairs of her muff, hairs of gold glistening in the sun, waiting for him. His tongue bathed the part of her breasts that was neither tanned by the summer sun nor adorned by pointed caps, bathed it until it was wet and it glistened in the sun. Her hands pressed his face tight to her breast as his mouth closed over its pink nipple and its blood red areolae; releasing him to suckle her freely as the centers of her sex quivered in her belly, responding to his lips and tongue, first one nipple and then the other. He lay between her spread legs now, the kisses and caresses of his lips and tongue moving downwards over the soft tanned skin of her stomach, his body sliding over her vulva; its lips not closed and proper but parted, wanton, revealing the pink petals of her flowery nether lips that waited to be kissed. Her delicate reddening inner lips and their hood peeked out invitingly, pressed against him now as she tilted her pelvis up for her clit to feel his sliding body. She giggled and pressed the small of her back to the ground as his tongue flicked into her navel, her hands pressing his mouth to her and then down until the tickling stopped. Her body tensed and her eyes closed as his wet kisses moved across her belly and his lips brushed over the soft fine golden hairs that graced her mound of love. The erotic scent of her woman’s sex was in his nostrils now, urging him on to taste the sweet juices his ministrations had brought from within her, but not yet, not until he had tasted the flavors and textures of those other places that were before him. He lay his cheek against the sweet softness of her vulva and hugged her hips, looking up at her face, wanting to gaze into her eyes that were closed in dreamy bliss. Slowly her eyes opened and gazed into his and her eyes smiled and her lips smiled and her hands tenderly caressed his face and head and her smiling eyes closed and her hands pressed him to her while he hugged her hips. His lips and tongue kissed and caressed the tenderness of her inner thigh as she raised her knees beside his head and lay them outward, holding them there for his tongue to lap up the length of the soft crease between her thigh and vulva, brushing over her muff to the other thigh to kiss and caress it, down its soft crease to that neither spot below the flowery lips that were wetted by her juices. Their taste was sweet and bouquet fragrant as his tongue bathed the soft fullness of her outer lips, first one side, then the other. The pointed tip of his tongue gently parted the protruding tips of her inner lips as he drew it down their length, her hands holding him against her gently writhing pelvis as he kissed her nether lips and his tongue found that elusive spot within her; her pelvis rising and her grip tightening to hold him tightly to her as his tongue excited her passions. His tongue withdrew and flowed up between her inner lips, up the velvety slickness of her vestibule, toying with her meatus and on to the tiny bud of her clit to caress it. "Softly," she whispered, "softly," as she raised her head and opened her eyes to see his tongue softly caress her clit and see his open mouth close over the upper parts of her vulva and feel him find her hood for his lips to hold and saw the hollowing of his cheeks as she felt them draw her clit into his mouth where his tongue still caressed it softly. "Yesss," she hissed through clinched teeth and his tongue flicked the bud of her clit, striking the spark that lit the fires of her orgasm. "Come up and enter me," she begged, "Let me feel you fill me while my breasts are pressed to your chest and my lips pressed to your lips." She took the sweet taste of her sex from his tongue and its fragrance into her nostrils as he rose and kissed her and she pressed her breasts to his chest. She guided him to her entrance and lifted her hips to him as he pressed slowly into her, those two centers of their sex that gave and received such pleasure rippling over and within, the exquisite feelings of their coupling increasing as he drove deeper and deeper until they were fully joined and she was filled. He slowly withdrew until only his cock-head was within her and then thrust full in again, her faint cry of joy muffled by their kiss. Her legs wrapped around his thighs to hold him against her while she rubbed her clit over the hairs of his pubis for a moment and then released him so that he could withdraw to her entrance. She felt the ridge of his cock-head press through her cunt lips, withdraw and enter, withdraw and enter, again and again, deeper each time now until his strokes were full in and she could hold him and excite her clit on the hairs of his pubis. "Fuck me," she cried as she tore her lips from his, "make me cum." He raised up on his arms, the rhythm of his movements steady as he thrust deep into her, brushing delightfully hard against her clit before withdrawing to thrust again and feel his cock-head ripple through the warm inner folds of her cunt which she positioned so carefully and thrust eagerly upward to meet him. The pleasure of each stroke increased as she tightened the muscles of her cunt, driving their orgasms ever upward until their minds only sought completion and the peace that would follow. She gazed into his eyes, her lips parted, faint cries of pleasure rising up from her throat as he came against her, jiggling her breasts with each stroke, "uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, . . . uh, uh, . . . I’m cumming . . . harder . . . harder, hold me, ah ahH ahHH ahHHH AHHHH," rose the cry from deep within her as repeated waves of euphoric ecstacy rippled outward from the center of her sex to shake her body and sting her breasts, her contracting cunt drawing his seed through his pulsing cock from within his shuddering body . . . "don’t take him out, lay on my breasts, kiss me and make love to me," and they lay on that hillside in Connecticut in the warm sun while the cricket chirped and the soft breeze carried the songs of the birds to their ears and he made love to her for her memories. ------ o ------ "Good morning, George," said Rick as he entered George’s office. "You said you had some information on the house." "Good morning, Rick. Yes, have a seat. I located the agent who is handling the sale and he sent me some information. Considering the price of real-estate in San Francisco, I think the house is a bargain. He sent me these two rather elaborate business cards, one for each of you he said, a number of pictures inside and out, a set of house plans with the room dimensions as you requested, a map locating the property and a sales contract. I had an attorney I know there verify that the deed is clear and free of encumbrances. The administrator of the trust that holds the property has been approved by the court and will sign the papers." "The house looks like it will do just fine," said Rick as he glanced through the pictures. "I really appreciate this. I’ll let you know what we decide" "You are quite welcome, Rick." "The house is beautiful, Rick. Can we afford it?" "Yes, it’s a bargain, oh, here’s the realtor’s card. Keep it in your purse in case you need to refer to it, I’ve got one too." "I’m going to use these drawings and furnish it with our furniture. This is going to be fun." "I thought you would like doing that," laughed Rick. "I’ve got to go to the bank and arrange our finances. I’m setting up a trust with both of us listed as administrators. We’ll put the house and our money in the trust and let George make his annual payments into the trust." "Good morning, Rick," said the bank manager. "My sympathies for the loss of your father. I handled his banking needs for over thirty years. What can I do for you today?" "Thank you. You are of course aware that I sold my father’s company to George Jenson. Cindy and I are moving to San Francisco and I want to setup a trust there for our finances and property. Can you do that from here?" "What would be the size of the trust?" "An initial deposit of five million with annual deposits of up to one million each. I would like for the trust to own my property and the bank to handle all tax, insurance and utility payments." Rick could tell that he would have to explain all of this again, the manager’s mind had not gotten past the five million dollar deposit. ". . . Yes, I think we have covered everything now. I will keep my personal account here open for awhile and close it after we get settled in. Here is one of your cashier’s checks for the initial deposit. I will be purchasing the house that is to be included in the trust in the next few days. The ‘Western Investments’ trust’s first transaction will be that purchase. I want to emphasize this point again. All transactions are to be made by the San Francisco office, no reference to any other location, and my name is not to appear on any transaction, no notes, no references, no verbal remarks, nothing. My wife and I own the trust but those ownership documents and files are to be kept separate and confidential from all of the trust’s active files." "That will be no problem. This is not uncommon for large accounts, and you have been completely aboveboard with all of your legal obligations," smiled the manager. "I wish you and your wife the best in your new life on the West coast." "Thank you, and thank you for your assistance." "How’s the house furnishing going," smiled Rick. "It’s turning into a lot of work," replied Cindy. "It’s going to take me a couple of days to do this. The things at the bank go okay?" "Yes, that’s all done. All I have to do is arrange for the sale of this house, complete the purchase of the new house and arrange for a moving van." "Two moving vans," replied Cindy. "Do you have any idea how much furniture this is going to take? Why did you put everything into a trust?" "I don’t know. The idea came to me while I was discussing the house with George. It just seemed to be the thing to do, sever all of our ties here and start out new in San Francisco. Putting everything in a trust hides the ownership from public records and there will be no record showing where we came from. I guess there won’t even be a record of us being there either, we just get on a plane and disappear." "That sounds like fun," smiled Cindy. "Could we really do that, disappear?" "Yeah. If we pay for everything with cash and the trust pays all our utilities and taxes, we don’t even have to give anyone our name. George Jenson and the bank manager will know about us but they’ve promised to keep it confidential. The money from dad’s life insurance will cover all of our moving expenses and give us enough to live on for a year." "You’ve been gone all day, I missed you," said Cindy as rick came in. "You’ve got to give me a big hug for that." "I liked that. Can I have another kiss?" "Sure." "I think I finished everything. The trust owns the new house, this house is in the hands of an agency, the moving van is coming tomorrow morning, I sold our two cars and the van, I’ve got reservations in the Marriott here for five days and two days in San Francisco and two plane tickets." -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----