Message-ID: <22223asstr$947430601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: From: artie Subject: {ASSM} TGM: Finding a New Life 6/7 by artie (MF ROM) Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2000 10:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, kelly <1st attachment, "t06.txt" begin> Tales of the Golden Mule (c) Copyright 1999 by artie@netgate.net This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the prior express written permission of the author. A work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you are not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content. Then again, if all you're looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you should probably read something else. I welcome constructive comments. Enjoy. Tales of the Golden Mule - Finding a New Life - Part 6 I woke to Nancy rolling out of bed. I looked at the clock -- a little after seven. We'd gone to bed about half past nine. I stretched some, listening to her in the bathroom. I could smell fresh perfume as she got back in bed. "When's breakfast arriving?" I asked. "Not until nine," she replied, reaching for me. It was my turn to scoot out of the way, as I rolled to my side of the bed. She whimpered, "Where are you going?" "To the bathroom. Don't worry, I'll be back." "Bring the stuff with you," she suggested. I went to the can, then shaved. I picked up the bottle of Astroglide, and grabbed a large towel as well. I had an idea. Well, parts of me had an idea. I tossed the towel and the bottle on the bed and climbed back in. Oh, that feeling in the morning, being held to her warm, soft body, and putting my arms around her. We both moan at that first touch, and this time was no exception. We rolled around on the bed for a while, exploring, enjoying getting hot, and enjoying getting each other hot. I started moving my head down her body. When I got to her navel, she pulled my head back up and sighed, "Oh, I just want you in me!" I sat up and reached for the large bath towel I'd grabbed. "Here, move on to this," I asked her. "Why?" "I don't want to mess up their sheets." She moved on to the towel. I moved between her legs and picked up the bottle of Astroglide. As she watched, I spread some on the tip of my cock. She smiled and reached for me. "Let me help with that," she said helpfully. I moved up to let her spread it around. She stopped looking after a moment, letting her head fall back, and as she stroked me, she whispered, "In me, please..." I squirted a little more lube on my cock as I pulled back a bit, then slid into her. I moved around as we both sighed, luxuriating in the intensity of those first few seconds. Sitting up between her legs, I moved a hand to give her button the attention she needed and deserved. I enjoy watching her as we make love -- that's one of the special things about making love during the day. She closed her eyes and let her head roll back and forth on the bed, giving herself to our lovemaking, and letting her body take over. That's something I've learned from her -- to let go. I watched in awe for a bit, then squirted lube over her thighs, mound, belly and up to her breasts. "What are you doing?" she gasped as the cool liquid hit her skin. I lowered myself down and started sliding around on top of her. "All the better to love you with, my dear." I did something right, and she started moaning again. She put her hands on my bottom and started moving me around on top of her. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed us together as we found a new rhythm. "Oh, that's it; don't stop that," she moaned as she guided my hips in, out, and around. Her hands and her breath told me she was getting close; I knew I was. I kissed her and moved my arms so my elbows partially held me up, and so I could run my hands over her slicked breasts. Some of the lube spread to the insides of her thighs, letting me move much easier in response to her hands. That did it for both of us -- she shook under me as I pumped into her. We kissed and slid around, spreading things out, running slicked hands over each other. When I pushed up on to my arms, our bodies separated with a slight sound and a cool sensation. I leaned down and blew on her breasts. She giggled. "You have a delicious smile," I told her, leaning down to kiss her again. She laughed. "That was very nice -- we'll have to do that again." "Definitely," I agreed. I looked at the clock. It was going to take us a while to clean up. "Shower?" She laughed and ran her hands over my chest. "I think that would be a good idea." We got up, trying to stain the bedding as little as possible. In the bathroom, I pushed her against the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, kissing her and running my body and hands over her. Her slippery breasts were most enticing, and she enjoyed moving my hips around, squeezing my bottom, then my shoulders. When we pulled away from the door, I laughed, and turned her to see what we'd made. We'd left a very sensuous outline on the mirror! Even thought the shower was small, we shared it, washing each other. We dried each other afterwards. I grabbed a robe and went into the other room to straighten the bedding somewhat, collecting the towel we'd used, and dumping that in the tub. I stretched a little -- I felt pretty good; the work Frank had done helped. Breakfast arrived as Nancy was finishing on her hair. We ate quietly, holding hands. We dressed afterwards, and Nancy started packing up. "I'll go down and take care of the bill," I told her. She looked at me with a smile. "I did that last night. All we need to do is drop off the keys, unless you want someone to take the bags down." I rubbed her back. "Thanks. I think we can get the bags, though." So a little while later I followed her down, carrying our bags. I took them out to the car while she talked to folks at the front desk. Before I stepped out, I thanked them for a most enjoyable stay. I looked forward to our next visit. Nancy wanted to drive -- that was fine with me. We had some clouds going across the Golden Gate, but other than that, it was clear and nice. We talked about going shopping, but with the suitcases in the car, and the wine, we decided to go home first. I don't know about Nancy, but I was a bit unsettled as we got close to the house. I put a hand on Nancy's thigh as we pulled onto our street; she put her hand on mine and gave me a squeeze. Our house is at the end of a cul de sac. As we got to the end of the street, we saw Karen's Jeep parked in the driveway. It was parked blocking where we'd park Nancy's car. She pulled up to the driveway, and backed in. "Let's unload," she said, hitting the remote garage door opener. I grabbed the large suitcase and the bag with the champagne. The champagne went in the garage refrigerator. Nancy had the small suitcase. She waited by the door. I put my arm around her and we walked in together. I think we both were apprehensive. I remembered walking into the house with her for the first time -- was that less than two months ago? How could I build a strong, stable home for her? Do we need to start afresh, build our own nest, rather than try to make this one our own? We walked into the house, and heard Karen -- moaning in ecstasy upstairs. Nancy drew a breath. I set down the suitcase quietly and put a finger over her mouth. I looked at her -- she grinned, almost laughing. We could see up the stairs -- the master bedroom doors were open. The bed was pretty quiet, but its occupants were definitely not. Karen sounded as if she was having a very good time. We heard the occasional sound attributable to Carl (I guessed) as well. Nancy and I tiptoed to the kitchen. I got a can of 7-Up for me, and a can of Coke for her, opening them quietly. We went into the living room and sat on the couch. The glass doors had been repaired, but the drapes were still gone. There was a plastic sheet tacked up where one overhead panel had been shot out. Nancy held my hand. I squeezed hers and we both looked upstairs. The pair up there sounded as if they were on the home stretch. We could hear bouncing as well as vocalizations from both them. Karen cried out first, followed soon by low noises from Carl. Good job, Carl -- let the lady finish first. The silence was broken after a few seconds by Nancy applauding! I laughed and joined in, calling out, "Bravo! Bravo!" After a bit we heard laughter from upstairs as well. Then Nancy called out, "We're going shopping and won't be back for a couple hours -- have fun, kids." She pulled me to my feet. I wanted to kiss and hug her, but she dragged me to the door. I barely had a chance to retrieve my half-full soda can. We were both laughing as we got into her car and drove off again, closing the garage door. "Well, they've been taking good care of things for us!" I said, rubbing Nancy's leg and starting to slide my hand up to a delicious breast. She caught my hand and held it at her waist. "Yeah, and I hope they change the sheets." We drove to the Stanford shopping center, and managed to find a sport coat for me. Now I had the leather jacket and a sport coat. We had a snack at Max's, picked up some chicken for dinner and some fresh bread, then headed home -- we'd given them enough time. We parked in the driveway again -- the Jeep hadn't moved. We went in through the garage door, but when we went into the house, Karen and Carl were both sitting in the living room. All four of us laughed as we walked in. "Surprise! We're home early!" I said. Carl and Karen laughed, holding hands on the couch. Nancy asked, "Well, what's been going on?" "Other than..." I tossed out. After a bit more laughter, Karen spoke up. "All the sliding glass has been replaced -- the one piece up there is special order and won't be here until Wednesday. The drapes are being replaced. Have you talked to Jill?" "Have you?" I asked. Karen gave us a quizzical look. "Not since yesterday morning, why?" I looked at Nancy. She nodded. "You tell 'em," I told her. Nancy took a breath and said, "We're getting married October 7. We'd like you both to be there." Both of them jumped to their feet. Karen hugged Nancy. Carl shook my hand -- I hugged him. We talked for a bit about what we'd planned so far. Nancy quickly got to the hyperventilating and eye-rolling stage. I gave her a hug and told her to settle down. She gave me a wild and wide-eyed look. "Bill, where do I start?" "I think the place to start is at the confuser downstairs -- teaching you how to use it. It will simplify all your list making and revising." She sighed but nodded. I looked to our investigators. "I've got some chicken to barbeque for dinner. Does that sound good?" They nodded. Nancy looked upstairs. "Is it safe to go up?" Karen laughed. "Yes it is. We changed the sheets and started some laundry. Thank you so much." I put a hand on Karen's shoulder, and one on Carl's. "Thank you two for being here and helping us." Karen gave us a smile and said, "Let me help you with the suitcases." The two ladies headed upstairs, leaving Carl and I looking at each other. I laughed and clapped him on the shoulder, heading down to the confuser. "Welcome to the family," I told him. In the office, I powered up the confuser as I looked for the CDs with the tutorial stuff -- I'd loaded those programs on the machine at the beach house. I guessed we were staying here. "How's the beach house look?" I asked Carl. He sat on the futon, sighing and smiling, laughing a little. "We checked it out while the contractor was finishing up here. Someone was in the garage, but didn't go into the house. We found two bugs -- same Japanese manufacturer. We also did the office -- it had one. Haven't gotten to Tahoe yet -- we'll do that after you've left." I nodded. "I don't understand the garage. Think it was our friend?" He nodded his head. "I'd bet on it. We figure the alarm system on the rest of the house kept him out." "Anything missing?" He shrugged. "Your two bikes were there, that and the usual clutter." "Okay, don't mention this to Nancy. What do you think about our friend?" "Did Jill fill you in?" "I talked to her yesterday afternoon -- she told me about the poison oak scare, and that the car had been recovered -- I hope it was scrubbed inside and out before being returned to the owner." Carl laughed. "It will be." Then he looked serious. "He left a bag full of nasties in the car. He was set to booby trap the place pretty well. The Feds as well as the locals are after his hide now, and the Canadians as well." "But he can cross back at any number of places without a problem," I muttered. Carl nodded. "Yup, you're right. I'm hoping he turns up while you're in Europe." I thought for a moment. "Know anyone in Vancouver who might be interested in looking for him?" Carl grinned. "Bill, I was hoping you'd ask. I'll make a couple calls." He stood up. I looked at him. "Carl, with that nut on the loose, would you stay here, or move somewhere else?" He put his hands on his hips. "That's a tough call, Bill. Since you're leaving town for three weeks, I'd stay put for a while. If he turns up, he's going away for quite a while." I nodded. "I'm interested in your advice, and Karen's. Let us know what you think." He nodded. "You've got it, Bill. We'll do that." "So you'd go ahead and secure a couple rooms here?" He looked around. "I talked with the contractor about that. I'd reinforce a couple doors and their frames, replace all the locks, and a few other things. He's putting together an estimate. Did Karen tell you to get into the tub?" "No. I figured it was cast iron -- that was worth something." "You were right. That's about as far as I'd go. If you were going to build from scratch, it would be a different story." "Oh?" "You might harden some interior walls -- one room with concrete filled cinder blocks and a really solid door -- it would also make a good wine cellar." "Good idea. I'll keep that in mind." "But don't get carried away -- it's too early for that." "One fifteen in the morning was pretty early." Carl nodded his head at that. We heard the ladies coming down the hall. Both were smiling. I stood up and hugged Nancy. She felt soft and amorous. "Well?" "Why don't you sit down here, and I'll get you started with the tutorials. They'll lead you through the basics. Takes about twenty minutes. I'll get the chicken ready to go. Sound okay?" Nancy nodded and I got her started. I went to the kitchen. Carl and Karen went back upstairs. I watched them move some things to the guest room. I took care of the lizard, pouring on the marinade and wrapping it in foil. Funny -- I hadn't thought of my dad in a long time. He used to play mind games with me, telling me he was cooking lizard, or snake. He did a lot to develop my sense of humor. Dad, I hope you're laughing now. I turned as Carl came in. "I hope you don't mind..." he started out. I laughed a little as I wrapped the last chunks in foil. "Not at all -- sorry we didn't call before we got home, but we didn't have the number anyway. I'm glad the job has some fringe benefits. Enjoy the place while we're gone -- and the beach house too." "You sure?" "Yes, I'm sure. And I'd appreciate it if you could get up to Tahoe and go over Gail's place. She's someone you should meet anyway. I'll give her a call and let her know you'll be calling on her." He nodded. "That's great. There's not much for us to do, other than clean up loose ends." I shrugged. "I'm surprised we haven't seen the pizza deliveries and the flood of magazine subscriptions." Carl chuckled. "Give it time." "Carl, would you suggest changing credit card numbers?" He looked up for a moment. "It would be tight, leaving Wednesday, but I think it's a good idea. Karen dealt with those folks. She could do it." I nodded. "Let's do that. I don't want any funny business while we're traveling." "Okay, it's done. Did you use any credit cards on your trip?" "Other than gas for the car, I don't think so. I don't know how Nancy paid for our room. Other than that we paid cash. I need to enter the two checks we wrote." I put the wrapped lizard on a tray and headed to the office. Nancy looked up with a big smile. "This is fun! I can tell this is going to be a big help. Can you show me how to put in my address book?" I kissed her on the head as I got out the checkbook. I wrote in the dates and amounts of the two checks we'd written, and took out two more and put them in my wallet. "How did we pay for the room? Karen is going to cancel our credit cards and get them reissued." Nancy looked up at me. "Cash. We should probably get more from the safe." I nodded. "Okay, where is this safe, and what's the combination?" She picked up a pen and wrote numbers on a scrap of paper. She told me where it was downstairs, behind a cabinet. I started putting my wallet back in my pocket, but Carl held out his hand. I gave it to him. He headed upstairs to find Karen, and I moved the cabinet to find the safe. I'd been expecting something small. This was good sized, behind a wood trim panel, and set into concrete. It took me a couple tries to get it open. I sat on the floor and looked inside. Two sealed envelopes were labeled "$20,000." A third similarly labeled envelope was opened. I took it out -- I'd count it later. I took out the paperwork and glanced over it. I'd give that to Jill. That left me with three plastic cases, two the same large size, and one smaller. I started with the smaller one. It held a bunch of prescription bottles, and a glass container. The container held a white powder, and was labeled, "Cocaine U.S.P." John, at least you were thorough. Had to be half an ounce or more. The lid was screwed on tight -- good, keep out moisture. I tasted a bit. Yup, tasted familiar -- hadn't had any of that stuff for many years. I sprinkled some in the palm of my hand and snorted it up each nostril, then licked the remainder from my palm. Wow, felt like cocaine. I sealed the jar and put it back in the plastic case. I looked at the drug bottles. Vicodin I recognized. Another I thought was an amphetamine. I guessed they were all controlled substances. That left the two big ones. I pulled the top one out and put it in my lap, opening it up. It was quite heavy. There inside, set in custom cut foam, was a very nice looking handgun -- a Glock, to be precise. I took it out, pulling out the clip, which was full, and cycling the action -- a round had been chambered. Ready to go, eh John? I looked it over. "Holy shit!" I said to nobody in particular. "What did you find?" Karen said, coming down the stairs. I picked up the round I'd cycled out. It looked grayish. I looked up at Carl and Karen, standing a few feet away. Careful of how I handled it, I held up the gun. "I take it you folks haven't been in this safe. This is a Glock Model 18." I held up the shell. "And I'd guess these are Talons -- they've got that Teflon feel." Carl came over and I handed him the gun properly. "Was this loaded?" I nodded. "Yup, full clip and one chambered." He looked at the left side of the gun, at the little lever, then back at me. "How did you know this was an 18?" I smiled. "Same as you -- the full auto lever on the left side. I grew up in Colorado -- I was a marksman in high school and college, rifle and pistol both, and an instructor. Got to fire one of these on full automatic a few years ago. Very impressive." Carl shook his head and looked at Karen. He handed the gun back to me. I put the clip in the case, and pushed the spare round into the foam, then put the pistol in the case and closed it. I got out the other case -- just as heavy. It held a standard Glock 17. I pulled out the clip and cycled out the round in the chamber, then packed things away. "Wait a moment," Karen said. She had her clipboard with her. "What are the serial numbers on those guns?" I read them off for her. I put the case with the 18 back in the safe. Carl knelt down on one knee. "What would you have done if you'd had this the other night?" I looked him in the eye. "I wouldn't have missed. Would I have shot first? That I don't know." I held the case with the 17 in it. Leave it out, or put it back? "I need to talk to Nancy about this." I put the 17 back in the safe, with the two envelopes of cash. The small case and the other envelope and the paperwork I kept out. I closed the safe and spun the dial. I unfolded my legs and started to stand. Karen gave me a hand up. "What's in that case?" she asked. I chuckled. "Let's go see Nancy." We walked down to the office. Nancy was still having fun with the confuser. She looked at us as we walked in. "When's the last time you looked in the safe?" I asked her. "Oh, the big one? I don't think I've ever opened that one. Did the combination work? My passport was in the small one in the bedroom." I was confused. "You mean you, I mean, we, have two safes in this house?" She nodded. "I never looked in the big one. I think that's why I forgot to tell you and Jill about it earlier. What was in it?" I motioned the other two to the futon. I sat on a corner of the desk. "Well, some cash, this," I put the small case down, "and two 9mm pistols. One is capable of full automatic fire, and I don't think is quite legal in the United States anymore." Carl grunted. "Not without a special permit." I nodded and looked back to Nancy. "How do you feel about guns, hon?" She gave me a cold look. "I'd have shot the bastard." I nodded. "Have you ever been trained in how to handle and shoot a handgun?" She shook her head. "No." "Would you like to be?" She paused and sighed. "I don't know. I have to think about it." I smiled and held her hands. "That's the best answer." She turned a little and looked at the small case. "So what's in that one?" "Another dilemma." I opened it and dumped out the pills. I picked up the glass container, shaking it. The powder was still dry and flowing freely. I held it up for all to see, then turned the bottle so they could see the label. Nancy looked surprised. "Another of John's habits you didn't know about?" She frowned a little and shook her head. "I suspected, just from the way he looked and acted some times." I'd been thinking about Janet. I nodded my head -- it fit, some of the times she came back from "business" meetings pretty wired up. I turned to Karen. "Did they do a toxicology screen on John and Janet after the accident?" "I don't know. They probably would have on John, but I'm not aware of anything unusual -- I haven't heard of anything." I nodded and smiled. "Well, I'm going to dump this down the sink." I saw some looks of anguish, and I laughed. "But if anyone is interested before I do that..." Silence. "If you would please follow me, I'd like witnesses." I scooped up the pill bottles and dumped them back into the case. I walked down the hall past the massage room to the small downstairs bath. When the others had come more or less inside, I started emptying the contents of the pill bottles into the toilet. When they were all empty, I flushed it. I turned the faucet on the sink on hot. I opened the glass container and dumped the contents into the hot water, then I rinsed out the container and its top. I dumped the empties back into the plastic case. I thought I saw Karen sigh. "Well, that's the show," I said, "thanks for coming." We walked back down the hall. Carl and Karen headed upstairs; I went to the office with Nancy. She sat down again. I rubbed her back. "How are you doing?" I asked. "Mmmm... That feels good. I thought I was doing pretty well. Oh Bill, I don't understand. How could he do those things?" I held her shoulders. "I don't know. We'll clean them up as we find them." She turned and hugged me. "Thank you." She had her arms around my waist. I held her head for a bit, rocking gently. Then she sighed and sat up. "Okay, I've gone through those tutorials, what's next?" I went down on my knees beside her and brought up the Claris Works tutorial. "Then go through these, starting with this one." I double clicked it to get it going. "These go through the basics of word processing and spread sheets. That should keep you for an hour or so. I'll go work on dinner." "Are you sure, sweetie?" she asked me. I kissed a breast through her top. "Yes, I'm sure. I'll take care of it." I got up and headed upstairs. In the kitchen, I flipped over the chicken. Then I went upstairs to check out our bedroom. Other than no drapes on the sliding glass doors, and the smell of fresh paint, everything looked fine. I looked up at the ceiling. The holes had been repaired. I should ask if they went through to the roof. I headed back downstairs. I heard Carl and Karen in the guest room down the hall. I went back to puttering in the kitchen, putting together what I'd need for a rice dish, fixing the garlic bread, and assembling a salad. Carl walked by, wearing a swimsuit and carrying a towel, and went outside. I heard a splash from the pool. Karen came into the kitchen, wearing a very nice one-piece suit, which she filled very well. She put a hand on my shoulder. "Bill, thanks for throwing that stuff away. It's just too damn tempting." I nodded. "I agree -- that's why I did it. I don't need that kind of trouble." She sighed. "What are you going to do with the guns?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Keep the 17. Not sure about the 18 -- for now it stays where it is. I figure when we get back, I'll take Nancy out to Target Masters in Milpitas. Know where we could find an instructor?" She smiled. "Carl would love to do it. You could qualify for a permit if you want one. I'd trust you with one." I wasn't sure. "Thanks, I appreciate that. It depends on Nancy." She gave me a tight smile. "I know I would have plugged him." "I think it's unanimous, then." We looked at each other. "So, are you going fishing?" I asked her. She blinked. "What?" I nodded my head toward the pool. "Thought I heard a fish out there. You going to try and catch him?" She looked around and gave me a low laugh. "Yes I am -- and you've been a big help." I laughed. "Hey, take advantage of the hospitality." She laughed with me. I took her hands. My she looked good. "Karen, thanks so much for all you've done for us. I feel a whole lot more secure having you here, especially for the last few weird days. And I feel safer knowing someone is going to be looking after the place while we're gone, especially with that whacko on the loose." She gave me a hug. "Thanks, Bill," she said, then grabbed her towel and headed for the pool. I thought about getting another 7-Up from the fridge. What the hell, we'd have Champagne in a while. It was almost time to start the fire. I made some noise as I went out and set up the charcoal in the starter. I lit it and started the timer on my watch. I headed downstairs to see how Nancy was doing. She was working intently on the computer. I stood behind her and kissed her on the head. "Hi, hon, how are you doing?" She let go of the mouse, took a deep breath, and stretched a bit. She leaned back against me. "This is fun. I've already started making some lists. Show me the address book so I can get started with that?" I crouched down beside her and started a new address book, showing her how to enter information. I brought up the one from my pilot to show her how to do some things. She gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I thought we could have some champagne before dinner. How does that sound?" She gave me another hug. "That sounds great." She turned back to the computer. I wanted to put my head in her lap and close my eyes. Ah well. I moved a bottle of the good bubbly from the garage to the house. I should have gotten a case of this stuff, not two bottles. I started some music playing. With no drapes, I could see Karen and Carl in the pool. They were playing intimate games. That felt good, and brought a smile to my face. God, I'd done the right thing flushing that cocaine -- the stuff was just too damn dangerous to have around. Still, the fact it was in the safe, and not in the secret compartment in the desk said something about John's spine. It was warped, but there -- it took determination to leave something like that alone. And the more I thought about it, the more I thought I could see times when Janet must have been using it. Nope, that's got to stop. That time is over. Both of them are gone. Don't dig for trouble -- we've got plenty already. Where the hell did those bugs come from? Where's Morris? I'd almost forgotten about the mysterious redhead. I laughed -- back to more pressing paranoia. But think of all the good things that have happened. Josh and Linda got a place to live. Santa Clara University got some more money. I met Nancy, and Jill, and Karen. Then there were Christine, Gail, and Chris. I'd met so many good people. I picked up a pad of paper and started listing the folks I'd invite to the wedding. I needed to set things up with the florist for our return -- I wanted the place full of Lavondas when we got back from Europe. As I did that, I thought of the other computer set up downstairs. What I'd really like is a laptop. That made sense for the trip -- we could take notes, stuff like that. Wait a minute -- do we need one? We've got two computers already. Do we need a third? I should call Dale, and see if he'd be my best man at the wedding. My buddy Dave from high school, who'd been my best man when I married Janet, had died of liver cancer two years ago. All the money in the world wouldn't have helped him -- from diagnosis to dead in less than three months. What did that tell me? What had Heinlein said? "Moderation is for monks -- take big bites." We'd certainly been taking big bites recently. Some have been tastier than others. Some have been damn unpalatable. I'd invite Marshall, and his two cohorts. How about old silver head? Nah -- but I'd talk to Jill to see if not inviting him would be some major breach of etiquette. No, fuck that -- he's not invited. It's my decision. What should we do when people ask about wedding gifts? Can't tell them don't get anything -- well you can tell them, but what will they do? How about entertainment? Nancy needs dance lessons. I thought about it for a moment. Wouldn't it be great if the entire wedding party could dance? Sort of a dinner-dance reception? Dale and his wife danced. I knew I wanted to invite Phil and his wife Polly, two of our dancing friends. Gail and Chris danced. How about Carl? Karen? So many questions! Nancy was right -- I was nuts -- and we had a lot of work to do to pull this off. I looked at my watch. The charcoal should be ready in about five minutes. I looked outside. Karen and Carl were necking in the spa. I walked over to the sliding door and opened it a bit. "Champagne in about twenty minutes, if you want to get out and change first," I hollered. They stirred a bit in the spa, and pulled apart. I slid the door closed and went to the other one, and out to the barbecue. The charcoal had a few minutes before it was ready. I went into the kitchen and started the rice going. As I was doing that, Karen and Carl headed in and went upstairs, holding hands. I almost hollered at them to make it quick. No -- take your time and enjoy. Good advice -- I went down to the office, spun Nancy around, and practically carried her to the futon. She didn't object long, and soon we were kissing passionately. "What was that for?" she asked when we came up for air. "It's an important part of computer use," I told her, kissing her on the neck. "You need to take breaks every so often." She laughed softly and ran her hands over my back and bottom. "You're right -- I needed a break. What's happening with dinner?" I kissed her again before I answered. "Champagne in fifteen minutes, or whenever the lovebirds come downstairs." She laughed and held my head as I started moving down from her neck. I wanted a nipple. She squeezed me to her and wrapped her legs around me. I relaxed in her embrace. "Oh, I like it when you do that!" she said, rocking me. "What's there not to like?" I said softly. "It's so nice to relax in your arms." We held each other for a while, eventually sitting up and looking in each others' eyes. "Some people don't know how to relax," she whispered. "Thank you for teaching me -- I still have a lot to learn." I kissed her forehead and helped her up. I started us to the door. "Wait -- I'll be up in a minute after I finish off this entry." I sighed -- the computer bug had her. "Okay hon." To my surprise, Carl and Karen came downstairs before Nancy came up. They looked showered and relaxed, but not too relaxed. "So what was your hurry?" I asked them. They laughed. "You said twenty minutes," Karen answered. I saw Nancy coming up the stairs, rolling her head around and stretching. I got the platter with the wrapped chicken. I opened the refrigerator and got the bubbly. "Someone get the four flutes for me?" I asked. Karen handed two to Carl. We walked out to the small table. I quickly dumped out the charcoal, arranged it, put on the grill and the wrapped packages of chicken, and reset the timer on my watch. "What's the occasion?" Nancy asked as she stepped out onto the patio. I picked up the bottle and took off the foil, then the wire holding the cork. "New tradition," I said, "Champagne every Sunday afternoon." I eased the cork out of the bottle. Carl looked as if he expected me to shoot the thing into the air. I shook my head. "When you open champagne, it shouldn't make any more noise than a lover's sigh." That brought some low laughter. "Remember, I said sigh...." That brought more laughter. I poured for the four of us, and set the bottle down. I raised my glass. "Here's to good friends. Someone once said that a friend helps you move, but a good friend helps you move bodies." We clinked glasses and had a sip. It was very good. Karen and Carl even told us so. We sat around the table talking. I got my lists as we started talking wedding details. Talk soon moved to the wedding party. "So, who do you want on your side?" I asked Nancy. She looked at Karen, then back to me. "Jill as the maid of honor, then Gail and Karen." We looked at Karen. She looked a little surprised, but nodded her head. I refilled her glass, Carl's, and Nancy's. I'd already refilled mine. Damn, I should have gotten a case of this stuff. "How about you?" Nancy asked. I sighed, holding up my glass and watching the stream of tiny bubbles. "Well, I'll ask Dale from work to be my best man. Then Phil, one of my dance buddies, and Carl, if you wouldn't mind." Carl took another sip, then said, "I'll be there." I asked, "Can you dance? Karen?" They both frowned a bit. "Some," Karen said, "What kind of dancing?" I smiled and held Nancy's hand. "Ballroom -- waltz, foxtrot, stuff like that." Carl and Karen looked at each other. "Don't worry," I told them, "We'll be having lessons." I told Nancy what I thought of doing -- having some of the wedding party dance. She thought it was a good idea. I had to get back to cooking. I turned the chicken and went in to check the rice and brown the bread. Nancy came in, and after hugging me, asked, "Inside or outside?" I pulled her back into my arms. "It's getting cool. Let's eat inside. Okay?" She gave me a squeeze and a kiss, and set the table. Dinner was simple but good. Carl even had wine with us. We talked about the next few days. I needed to get French Francs on Monday. Karen told us that she'd cancelled our credit cards, and new ones were being sent to the house overnight. After dinner as we were cleaning up, I remembered Nancy's car. I asked Karen if she could move her Jeep so we could get Nancy's car in the garage. Carl smiled and said he'd do it. Karen gave him a funny look, and he said, "Pie." She hugged him and gave him her keys. I loaded the dishwasher while Nancy put her car away. She came back and the three of us moved into the living room. Nancy looked over the lists I'd been putting together -- I hid the page with the note on flowers. She looked at me and shook her head. "It's a pity we can't take the computer with us -- it would be really useful. Don't you have a little thing you carry with your address book?" I smiled -- one more stop to make tomorrow. I got my pilot and showed it to her. She was excited by it. John really had kept her away from technology. Okay, tomorrow I'll get a Powerbook and a pilot. I looked at Karen. "What kind of pie will Carl bring back? I don't know how much milk we have." "There's an extra half gallon in the garage refrigerator. He'll bring back lemon meringue, or French apple." I nodded -- either of those would work for me. Nancy said, "Would you like some coffee? I'll make decaf." Karen said, "Sure, I'll help." That left me on the couch looking out at the lights in the valley. Did I want to build a new house? Did Nancy? Where? The area around Santa Rosa - Sonoma was sure nice. What was wrong with this area? This house? What about the beach house? Carl returned with French apple. I had a glass of milk along with him; the ladies had coffee. I could tell by the looks exchanged around the table that it was going to be an early night. I was right. Dishes were cleaned up quickly. We were standing around in the kitchen -- I decided to make the first move. "Race you up the stairs!" I said loudly. That brought laughter, and we all moved to the stairs, turning out downstairs lights as we went. Carl hit the arming code on the alarm panel at the top of the stairs. Karen told us, "If anything happens, you two go to the bathroom and wait. Okay?" Nancy and I nodded. "Got it. Sleep well -- and late." They waved and went to the guest room. Nancy and I went in our bedroom and closed the door. An old fabric bedspread had been hung over the sliding glass doors, mostly covering them. "When did that happen?" I asked. "Oh, after dinner while you were doing dishes. You're nice to have around, you know that?" I turned to her and started running my hands over her. "And just how would you like to have me tonight?" She ran her hands over my back. "Oh, I know what I want. Go to the bathroom and get ready." I stripped off my clothes and got ready for bed, and shaved again. I looked at the bottom of my shaver -- a Braun rechargeable. Okay, it was rated for 110 to 240 volts. I was set for Europe. When I went back to the bedroom, Nancy was on her back on the bed, covered by the fur coat, writhing with her eyes closed. I climbed on top of her and kissed her, feeling the softness of the coat and the spread. I also felt a little buzzing. I reached under the coat and found her hand holding a butterfly in place. "Let me do that for you," I whispered to her. I held it and she pulled her hands away, one squeezing a breast, the other holding my head to her. I moved the vibrator around slowly, and slid my head down to a nipple. I latched on, and she held me tight, coming intensely but quietly. She pushed my hand and the vibrator away, and slid over on the bed. I rolled to my back, partially covered by the coat. She pushed herself up and gave me a lusty, animal smile. "Oh, I like that look," I whispered. "I'm glad. Move over to the middle." I moved over and she straddled me, pulling the coat between us. We started out kissing, but she moved up and gave me a nipple, holding me to her with one hand behind my head. I let go and was so lost in her. She moved off me and took my left arm. I felt the cuff going around it. I took a deep breath and relaxed more. She secured my other arm, then my legs. She put the fur over me, the thick collar on my face. "Don't go anywhere, sweetie. I'll be right back." Something in me went back to being on the massage table with Deb working on my head -- that relaxed feeling, rocking and floating. Nancy did that to me when she held me to her. The coat disappeared, startling me. "Don't worry, sweetie, I'll take good care of you," Nancy said as she stepped back into the bathroom. She returned shortly, turning off the bathroom light. She was wearing the coat now, and went to the foot of the bed and started crawling up to me. I sighed, trying to remain relaxed, but my body tensed up as I felt the fur moving up my legs. She took me in her mouth momentarily, caressing me with her hands and the arms of the coat. She moved up for a brief grind with her breasts, but must have sensed I was close, as she moved up more, and soon my head was engulfed in perfumed fur as she held me to a nipple again. She was so soft and gentle as she held me, getting me lost, dizzy, and hard. She moved and took me inside her, and settling me back on her other nipple, started moving slowly, luxuriously. It was those incredible waves again -- I was lost in the waves, our bodies moving. I didn't try and hold back -- I couldn't. There was no buildup of tension, just the waves building and building into release, pumping into her as she moved on top of me. She released my arms and I held her as best I could. I knew I was almost asleep. She pulled away and dried me off, then released my legs. She helped me in between the sheets. I felt her getting in bed a while later, smelling her perfume again, and feeling her warmth and softness as she held me to her once more. When I woke, I was in bed alone. It was a little after eight. I took a quick shower. When I went back into the bedroom again, the bed had been made. Is Monday cleaning day? Yup, just a pickup. I mentally reviewed my list for the day as I got dressed. I'd try Computerware first, then Fry's. I walked down the stairs and was greeted by the sound and smell of bacon cooking. Karen was sitting at the table sipping coffee. I walked into the kitchen and kissed Nancy. "Thanks for letting me sleep," I told her. She gave me a wry smile. "I came upstairs to wake you, but you were in the shower already." "Sorry, I could go back upstairs and get into bed..." She laughed. "No, breakfast is almost ready. Have a seat." I sat down next to Karen. She looked pretty rosy. "Where's Carl?" I asked. She sighed a little. "He took off for another job. He'll be back for dinner." Nancy handed me a glass of orange juice. "So what are your plans for today? Going shopping with me, Nancy?" She started setting plates on the table -- toast, bacon, and eggs for each f us. "No, I need to pack. We've got contractors coming in a couple days, and we're leaving for Europe for three weeks -- remember?" Nancy sat down and I held her hand. "I remember. I'm looking forward to it. How can I help?" She smiled. "You can stay out of the way." I frowned and pushed my lower lip out into a pout. Both Nancy and Karen laughed. "I know," Nancy said, patting my hand, "you're a big help." I had a sober thought. "Is someone going to be here with you?" Karen spoke up. "Yes. I'll be here all day." I felt better. I squeezed Nancy's hand. We finished breakfast, and I helped her clean up. After a brief hug and kiss, I got my jacket, making sure I had plenty of cash. I got into the Jeep and headed off. I arrived at Computerware in Palo Alto half an hour before they opened. Oh well, that's what cell phones are for. I gave Jill a call. "You're back already! That's a surprise," she said when she came on the line. I laughed some. "It was one hell of a surprise to Karen and Carl when we got home early yesterday afternoon." "Oh was it?" she said with a low laugh. "So any news on our friend? Anything I need to do for you today?" "Not talking, are you?" "Oh, I'll talk, but I won't gossip." "Okay... Nothing new from Canada. I just got off the phone with Marshall -- I'm surprised you didn't tell him about your excitement." "Why would I? Not much he could do about it, and he's got enough to worry about." "True. Anyway, I'll have some business cards for you tomorrow. When you changed the name of the trust, Marshall formed a new corporation with the name and the initials. Which do you want on the card? TGM or The Golden Mule?" "I'd rather go with TGM, at least for now." "Okay then. I don't need you for anything today. I think you're pretty well set. How is Nancy taking things?" "Pretty well, I hope. It's starting to sink in how much work this wedding is going to be -- even I'm starting to realize it." We talked about the wedding a bit. I looked at my written list, and remembered the florist. I talked to Jill about that -- I'd set up the order with the florist, and Jill or Karen would call to let them know the day before we got back, so they could deliver and set up the roses. After talking to Jill I called the florist and talked to them. They were excited about the order, and happy to do it. They wanted an additional 24 hours notice though. I told them that wouldn't be a problem. I told them I'd drop off cash later in the day. Computerware opened. Some times it surprises me how hard it is to give away money. I wanted a top of the line Powerbook, with an extra 256 megabytes of RAM, two additional batteries, a standalone charger, software, a Palm Pilot, and its goodies. The guy behind the counter wasn't sure they could get the memory installed today. When I asked him if he thought Fry's would be able to do it, one of the guys I'd seen there before stepped up and told me he'd take care of it right away. I smiled. Half an hour later he helped me load a bunch of boxes big and small into the Jeep. We shook hands. I went to Thomas Cook and did my currency exchange, then headed to the florist. The owner was happy to see me. I told her our expected return date, but also told her I wouldn't be surprised if it changed one way or the other. Delivering the flowers the day before we got back would fill the house with their scent. I told her about the wedding, and the date, and said I'd be interested in having her take care of the flowers, if she handled things that far away. I gave Jill a quick call and told her of the earlier notice the florist wanted -- no problem, as long as we kept in touch. I picked up a sandwich and headed to the office for lunch. I hauled in boxes and set up the Powerbook, and the Palm Pilot for Nancy. I didn't notice the change on the office door until the second trip. There had been a small sign on the door, and the suite number. Those were gone. The signs on the door were the hardware store stick-on variety. One said "Private," and the one below it said "Use Other Door." I liked it -- I wondered what the building management thought of it though. As I reviewed computer things, I actually did want to go to Fry's -- if I remembered correctly, they had better cases for the Palm than Computerware. The last portable I'd had was a venerable Powerbook 170 -- with a 25 MHz 68030 and 8 megabytes of memory. My, how things have changed. Of course some things haven't gotten better -- it took quite a while for the Microsoft bloatware to install itself, and took up an obscene amount of disk space. And a soon as it had finally finished, I knew I wanted to start over again, partitioning the hard disk to make things easier for me to back up. Oh well. I got what I needed at Fry's, and even picked up a couple DVD movies to watch on the Powerbook. I made it home a little after one. Karen and Nancy were busy packing parts of the house. I took the new confusers to the office and dug in. It took a couple hours, but I had things set up the way I wanted, applications installed, batteries charged, and backups started. Late in the afternoon Tim, the general contractor, dropped by for a final check of things. Carl and Karen had given him quite a list for security upgrades -- we went through the house going over each item. Every exterior door was being reworked, as were the doors to the garage, our bedroom, our bathroom, and the office downstairs. He had a similar list for the beach house. Upstairs, looking at our bedroom, he handed me a page that had come off a fax machine. He told me it was a new product developed for just this sort of application, and he'd called the company. They were willing to come out and install it at quite a nominal charge, if I was interested. They were looking for a West Coast representative. I looked at the estimate. "Tim, this looks pretty low. Don't they have to peel off the sheet rock to do this?" Tim nodded, and told me he'd checked -- they would take the wall apart, fill it with foam mixed with Kevlar fibers, and put it back together again, both upstairs, and for some walls downstairs. All they wanted was to be able to videotape the process. Our names wouldn't be mentioned. I told him it sounded like a good deal to me. I signed off on the revised estimates and thanked him for the great work repairing the damage that had been done. He laughed and said it wasn't any problem. The insurance company had the new glass panels for the doors shipped by air and delivered overnight from the manufacturer. Oh, and they'd repaired three holes in the roof. I grabbed my swimsuit as I walked downstairs with him. We spread plans out on the dining room table and marked which walls were going to be filled. We shook hands and he headed off. Nancy and Karen were sitting at the kitchen table, drinking wine. "Hey, last one in the pool fixes dinner," I told them. Nancy shook her head. "Pizza. Carl's bringing it on his way back. But, I'll join you. Karen?" Karen sighed. "That sounds great. I'll get my suit." Nancy and Karen headed upstairs. I hit the button on the pool cover and went outside. We were going to have another cool evening. I stripped by the side of the pool, slipped on my trunks, and dove in. My but that felt good. The ladies joined me soon thereafter. Sitting in the spa later, we reviewed the day. I told them of my conversations with Jill, and with Tim. I told Nancy I had some goodies to show her after dinner -- she was excited and wanted to see them now. Karen decided to stay in the spa for a while. Nancy and I went in and took a quick shower. After getting dry, I started pushing her to the bed. She laughed and told me, "Later, sweetie." It's bad when the computer bug bites! I had her wait at the dining room table, and went downstairs to get the goodies. She was so pleased with her very own pilot, with the address book stuff she'd entered already loaded. She was really impressed with the Powerbook, and wanted to get back to work right away. I laughed and gave her a kiss, and let her get to it. I loaded up the packing materials and other nonsense and stored them in the garage. Karen came in from the spa and went upstairs. Carl arrived a while later, pizzas in hand. I told him I'd put them in the oven to keep warm. He gave me a smile and headed upstairs. He and Karen came downstairs about forty five minutes later, looking very refreshed. I laughed, and Nancy popped her head up from the computer and said, "Hi! When did you get home?" I shook my head. "Dinner time hon, pack up the confusers for now." She sighed and closed things up. I picked out a bottle of Pinot Noir -- should be good with pizza. As we ate, I told Carl about the wall treatment we were getting. He was very interested. I asked him what was so special about Medeco locks, and he explained them to me. Sounded like a good way to go. Tuesday looked pretty easy. I needed to pick up cards from Jill. Our new credit cards were supposed to arrive -- they'd better arrive. Get ready to leave at about 3 Wednesday for the airport. "Oh," I asked, "Who changed the signs at my office?" Karen grinned. "Do you like it?" "Oh yeah -- I think it's great." She nodded. "We thought you'd like the anonymity." I filled Nancy in on the changes. She liked them as well. When I asked if the office space was leased or what, Karen informed me that I owned the building, or rather the trust owned it. Nancy wanted to finish her address book and get it loaded into her pilot, and play with that. I helped her move things downstairs to the office. After I got things set up, I started to head upstairs again. Karen and Carl met me coming down the stairs wearing swimsuits. Karen had quite attentive nipples, and Carl was carrying his towel in an interesting manner, hiding the sausage perhaps. "Going to enjoy the pool and spa?" I suggested. Then nodded. "Enjoy -- swimsuits optional. Ignore any noises you hear from the office." They laughed as they held each other, then reminded me to set the alarm if they'd gone to bed before we did. I went to our bedroom and found the Halothane mask and a butterfly vibrator. Nancy needed a sendoff for Europe. I took those downstairs and put them in the hall closet. I stepped into the office. Nancy was working away, still copying things from her hand-written address book into the Mac. I kissed her on the head. "You need a break every so often. When's the last time you went to the bathroom?" She typed a little more, clicked the mouse, then rolled her head around and back. "Ooh... Good idea -- too long ago." Before she got up, she dropped her pilot into its cradle and hit the hot sync button. She learns fast! She got out of the chair and went to the bathroom. As soon as I heard the door close, I ran quietly to the hall closet and retrieved my goodies, and put them under the futon frame where I could get to them quickly. Her pilot was connected to the Powerbook. When it finished its synchronization, I pulled it out of that cradle and dropped it into the one hooked to the desktop machine, and hit the button. "Why did you do that?" Nancy asked, coming back into the room. I stood up and let her sit down again. "That's the easiest way to make sure you've got the same information in both places. How much do you still need to do?" She smiled as she looked at me. "Just a few more entries. Thanks for doing the ones for Jill and Karen -- that helped. This is fun. I'm glad we've got this for the trip." I squeezed her shoulders. "Good. I'll be back in a few minutes to help." I gave her another kiss on the head, then went to the massage room. The closet held both gas rigs. I checked the three bottle rig, and made sure I had both a mask and a cannula ready to go. I stopped by the bathroom on my way back to the office. I was about to go in when I had another thought -- I wanted the coat. I walked calmly up the stairs, then sprinted up to our room and got the coat in its bag from the closet. I took it downstairs left it by the hallway going down to the office. That would save me thirty to forty seconds. I took a few deep breaths to get my breathing slowed down again, and went back into the office. I knelt behind her and started rubbing her back and shoulders. "Mmmm..." she said, "That feels nice. I'm just about done." I reached under the futon frame with a foot and hooked the mask, getting it closer to me. I used one hand on her neck for a moment while I reached back and moved it up between my legs, then went back to using both hands on her. "Oh... Two more to go, then you can do that as much as you want," she told me. I laughed and stopped. "Okay, I'll wait." She finished off her entries, then moved her pilot to the other cradle and hit the hot synch button. She lowered her head and mumbled, "What are you waiting for?" I was up on my knees, working her shoulders and neck. Her eyes were closed and her head forward. "If you're going to do a lot of work like that, we should get a copy stand, so you don't strain your neck," I told her. I made some slow gentle strokes along her neck, raising goose bumps and a soft sigh. I put one hand on her shoulder, and with the other one I reached behind me and picked up the mask. I flipped the cover off the plunger and shook the mask as I leaned forward and kissed her on the back of the neck. "Mmmm..." she hummed, "You don't have to stop that. Oh, and tomorrow..." I laughed softly as I kissed her neck, then sat up and whispered in her ear, "Surprise!" As she turned, I raised the mask to her face and hit the plunger. She hardly had time to look surprised before she collapsed forward. I held the mask in place, to hold her up as I turned the chair more, then swung her around to the futon. I dropped the mask, pulled the futon out to its full width, and ran first for the coat, then the gas rig. I closed the office door and started taking off her clothes. Unconscious bodies aren't easy to deal with -- it had been easier with Gail's help. I left her panties on, and slipped the butterfly under them, fastening the straps. I tried turning the sleeves of the coat inside-out, but for some reason it didn't work. I put her arms by her sides and put the coat over her, tucking it in around her sides. I slipped the mask over her face and started the oxygen going. I watched her intently. When she started to move, I turned on the nitrous. I leaned down on top of her and held her, and turned on the vibrator. She started moaning and quivering under the coat. I held on to her so she couldn't move her arms. She struggled for a while, then started relaxing. I eased off her and turned down the nitrous a bit. I ran my hands over the coat, tantalizing her with the fur. She responded especially well to caressing her breasts, and to pressing gently on her mound. I slipped the coat over a bit and took a nipple in my mouth, slipping a hand under the coat to press the butterfly home a little more, and move it around. Her arms flopped more, and she moaned semicoherently. I kept it up until she gave one last shudder and collapsed on the futon. I kissed her forehead, then turned off the nitrous. I also turned off the vibrator and unhooked it. I sat back on my heels and looked at her luscious body. Her breathing returned to normal -- a satisfied smile on her face. After a couple minutes her eyes started to open. I put a hand on the plunger on the third bottle of the gas rig. She opened her eyes and smiled, and started lifting her arms to me. "I love you," I said as I hit the plunger. Her eyes fluttered closed. I counted to twenty, then slipped off the mask and turned off the gas flow. I opened the door and picked her up carefully. My original plan to carry her up to bed quickly changed. I ended up with her more or less slung over my shoulder, and it was hard for me to get her up the stairs. I was glad I'd left the door to our bedroom open, and the light on! I got her into bed and slipped off her wet panties. Downstairs I put the gas rig back, put the sensuous coat back in its bag, and headed upstairs with the coat and the mask. I put things back in the closet, then went to the bathroom. I was about to get into bed, when I remembered one more thing that made my hands and feet go cold. I went over to the alarm panel and armed the alarm system. I stood there in the dark, illuminated by the green light emitting diodes on the alarm panel. How can a thought flip my world inside out? I'd been so looking forward to getting into bed with her, curling up to her -- it had been such a wonderful evening, watching her writhe in pleasure on the futon. Then the thought of that bastard crept into my mind, and turned me cold. I went into the bathroom and picked up one of her perfume bottles. I shook it a bit, then used the glass stopper to put a bit inside my nose. I stoppered the bottle and set it down, closing my eyes and taking a slow, deep breath. That helped. I crawled into bed and held her. She mumbled and moved a little. "I love you," I whispered, and closed my eyes. It took a while -- I focused on her breathing, and eventually went to sleep. END of Part 6 Tales of the Golden Mule Tales of the Golden Mule by artie@netgate.net http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/artie/www http://artie.web1000.com/ The entire Tales of the Golden Mule is available in HTML format on my web site (http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/artie/www/TGM.html). 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