Part three....kinda
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nickngregHey, sorry this took so long. Busier week than I planed. So originally I had outlined about ten pages for this update. I made it though what in my head was the first page and a half, and this is what I got. I'm turing it into a two or three part sub part to the story.
Title: You Say it Best When You Say Noting at All.
Author: Saebuffyboy
Pairing: Nick and Greg. (although there is another person involved, i feel the focus is on them)
Rating: R
Part: 3.1/???
Summary: Nick has an experiment.
A/N: Though this is part three, I've devided it into three parts (as of now). I promise the rest soon.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just play with them.
Part One: You Seem to Move Uneasy.
Part Two: I Only Hope I won't Disappoint You
Part Three: It had been two hours since he had gotten off but Greg was just making his way to the apartment door. Nick’s apartment door. Greg began fishing for his keys as approached the door. Which proved to be a more difficult task than he’d thought. For some reason it had seemed like a good idea to get the supplies to make his favourite pasta dinner, including the big loaf of Italian bread in paper bags, it seemed cliche but something about it just seemed so right. However, that was before he considered the flowers he bought and the house plant, and the little over night bag he packed. Somehow he manage to make his way through the door, and to make it even more cliche to him the phone was ringing.
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Greg called out. Giggling a little as he remembered the last time he’d said those words in that apartment.
Before he could juggle the bags and reach the portable in the entry way the machine had clicked on. Greg sighed and moved to the kitchen to begin putting away the groceries. He heard Nick’s voice call out over the machine before the beep of the machine. Greg listened intently to hear the incoming message, but none was left.
“Probably a wrong number.” Greg said as he began to set about cooking dinner. He knew it was either too late or way to early to be cooking such a big meal, but the kitchen in his apartment was nothing like Nick’s. To top it off Nick had asked him to keep an eye on the place and what better way to do that than to stay there a couple days, just to make sure the place didn’t look deserted.
“Damn.” Nick mumbled as he snapped his cell phone shut. He had just stepped out of his first lecture of the morning and was bored silly. And it took a lot to make Nick both bored and silly. He’d figured that Greg would be home by now, Nick couldn’t reach him at either of their apartments. As soon as Nick slid the phone into his pocket it started ringing. With out checking the caller id, he flipped it open, and purred his best nonchalant “Stokes” into it.
“Wow, that’s a sexy salutation.” Mused the voice on the other end.
“Who is this?” Nick replied suddenly unsure of who the voice on the other end belonged to.
“Slick Nick, never forgets a name, never forgets a face has to ask who is this?” The voice was enjoying teasing Nick now.
“Well, I don’t exactly have a face to go on right now, so any help would be useful.” Nick was beginning to have a little fun in return.
“Well lets just say that when I heard dream boat Nick Stokes was going to be in Chicago, I just had to look him up. His mom was more than happy to give me his number, said it’d been a long time since Nick had been in contact with a nice ole southern girl even it she was a transplant..” The other voice broke into a fit of giggles.
“Carol Hathaway.” Nick reminisced, “Don’t tell me you got drug back up to this half frozen tundra they call a city.”
“Could be worse.” Carol offered. “I could be having dinner at Banderas tonight alone at seven, six if you want cocktails.”
With out another word the line went dead, and Nick was stuck looking at his phone in disbelief. Carol was one of his oldest friends from an older part of his life. He mulled the decision to meet her for about two seconds before he set about clearing his evening schedule. He had a little experiment he was hoping to test while in Chicago, and Carol would be the perfect subject.
Greg was moving about Nick’s kitchen with the speed and grace he moved about his lab. The only thing missing in his opinion was some really good music to cook by. As he set the flowers on the dining room table and moved the house plant to the living room, he stopped by the stereo to see what Nick had that appealed to him. Before he even sifted through the stacks of discs, he noticed several burned disks sitting on top on the stereo. On each of the five disks was a small G written in black sharpie. He slipped the disks into the cd player and grabbed the remote . The fist song that played happened to be one on Greg’s favourites “One Man Guy” by Rufus Wainright. Greg had to admit to himself that he was surprised to find a gem like this in Nick’s collection.
He was heavily concentrating on dinner and had almost forgot about the music when something occurred to him. Every song so far had been by Rufus, Ryan Adams, and a group out of LA Greg loved. Four Star Mary, popular among fans of the show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and California club goers, but few others. And Greg was almost sure Nick didn’t fall into either of those categories. The fluid motions around the kitchen and the music unlocked a memory Greg had completely forgot about. About two days after their initial “night’ together, Greg had been listening to these albums in his lab. The next day they were missing. He’d just figured that some one had gotten tired of his selections and hid them. He never suspected that Nick would have been interested in them.
After dining on his pasta, and thoughts of why Nick had stolen his CD’s when Greg would have let Nick borrow them if he had asked, Greg retired to the couch with a glass of wine when Rufus’s “Hallelujah” came on. Greg sat there imaging Nick with him. Nick’s warmth on Greg’s side as Nick’s fingers danced lazily in his hair. Heavy with thought and food and wine, Greg’s eyelids began to fall and he fell asleep. Lost in one of his greatest fantasies, a relationship with Nick beyond sex.
Nick skipped out of the final lecture of the day as soon as he could. Blew past the people gathering in the lobby for a cocktail mixer that he normally would have blown off to watch some rare tv. But tonight he had a mission. After a quick shower and a half hour of primping and trying to piece together a decent outfit from the convention clothes he’d packed. He managed to make himself look decent and made his way back through the lobby and the looks form the female convention goers. It drove him insane earlier in the day after he’d presented and he was met with a flock of women afterwards telling him how great his presentation on the importance of keeping time and date tags in photographic evidence and not just on it was in an attempt to get into his pants. When he made it out onto Michigan Av. He breather a sigh of relief and headed for the first cab he saw.
“Banderas” Nick said as he closed the car door. The cabbie raised an eyebrow, than proceeded to start the meter and pull out into traffic. Nick had just settled into his seat a block later when the cabbie pulled over and announced their destination. Nick looked out he window in surprise to see the entry to the restaurant so soon. He threw a ten at the cabbie and told him to keep the change. Nick stepped out into the throng of late afternoon shoppers and people heading to various restaurants and evening engagements, and made his way through the outside door and up a flight of stairs to the restaurant entrance.
Nick entered the ambient lit room and drank in the dark bar in front of him and the tables beyond that to the windows looking out over Michigan Ave. However, after living in Vegas so long, it seemed odd not to hear the sound of slots in the background and the shouts of excited winners. And there sitting in the middle his thought and the middle of the bar surrounded by her dark curls in a dress showing too much skin for the cool spring evening sat Carol. He made his way over and set down next to her. Sitting at the seat was a Jack on the rocks.
“Howdy” Carol greeted her cowboy.
“I’ve lived in Vegas for five years. I can talk like a normal person, and I don’t drink this any more.” He corrected her and pushed the Jack away from him.
“I’m sorry. I’m supposed to be meeting someone here that I spoke with this morning.” Carol let her obvious hurt and anger seep into her voice.
“Let’s back up.” Nick said trying to remember why he was here. “Hi Carol, you look beautiful.”
Carol fidgeted with the swizzle stick in her martini for a moment while Nick began flipping his cell phone open and closed on the bar.
“Why Nick, when did you get here.” Carol replied as she stopped and turned to him for the first time. “This asshole would not leave me alone, I almost left.”
“I’m glad you didn’t, it’d have broken my heart. And you already broke my heart once.” Nick said cutting to business straight away he discarded his open cell phone on the bar.
Greg had no clue where he was or where the wet spot on his pants had come from, all he could concentrate on was that obnoxious noise. He tried to focus thought the haze the wine had left in his brain. He was in Nick’s place, he was watching Nicks place, and had made dinner and fallen asleep on couch. Ok, one mystery solved. But that noise was continuing Greg sat up and the haze turned into a throb when he realized what the noise was. The portable was ringing off the hook. Greg stood up and took a few shaky steps towards the phone when his foot caught on the strap of his overnight bag and nearly sent him to the floor. Finally he made it to the machine as Nick’s voice was calling out the familiar message. Greg paused for a second the hear what would happen after the beep. At first he thought it was another wrong number because he didn’t hear anyone on the other end. But then he began to make out the din in the background. It sounded like a bar or restaurant or some kind. He could hear the soft music in the back ground, the sound of conversations, and the soft clink of dishes and glasses. Greg was about to click the machine off convinced that this was just an accidental dial when he heard something that made his heatr soar and fall simultaneously. There above the other noises he heard Nicks voice.
“You know I always loved you.” Nick said a thousand miles away.
“I know.” Said a female voice that Greg didn’t recognize.
“I want you to make it up to me for all the bullshit you put me thought, leaving me the way you did.” Nick propositioned the woman Greg assumed he was talking to.
“Why Nicky what could I do to make it up to you?” The faint voice flirted.
“The one thing we never managed to fuck up when we were together.” Nick blatantly stated.
“Your place or mine.”
“Mine’s closer.”
That was the last thing Greg heard. For a brief second Greg was happy he was in Nicks apartment and not his own. Nick kept a wastebasket next to his phone and the only trash can in Greg’s place was in the kitchen and he knew there was no way he’d make it that far. Before he had time to take another step all the pasta and bread and wine made their way out of Greg’s system so violently that when it was over, the man lay on the floor for longer than he could process shaking as he watched the red light on the machine flash over and over and over.
Nick picked up his cell phone and flipped it closed and slid it into his pocket before collecting Carol and making the track up Michigan back to his hotel. Inside the room hands began to fly everywhere. Although Nicks motions could only be described as awkward, even though he and Carol were familiar territory to each other. With his shirt off and belt unbuckled Nick laid back on the bed as Carol straddled his hips, the straps of her dress pushed down off her shoulders leaving her in her bra and a skirt. She began to make her way down Nicks body when he suddenly sat up.
“No.” he nearly screamed. Bucking up and nearly throwing Carol from the bed.
“What, did I knee you our something?” Carol asked trying to gain her balance.
“I can’t do this.” Nick replied standing up and trying to dress himself.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Carol began to feel self conscious and was trying to slip the straps back on her shoulders.
“Nothing.” Nick turned his back to her as he began to button his shirt.
“Nothing???” Carol shouted. “First you mom calls me begging me to give you one more shot after all this time. That you can’t make a relationship work in Vegas, and she’s worried about the people you spend you time with, especially some Greg kid. Then you nearly beg me to fuck you in the middle of the restaurant.”
“My mother called you???” The disbelief and anger shaking Nick’s voice. “That bitch, that fucking bitch. She doesn’t know shit about my life or my friends, and she tries to manipulate you into getting with me.”
“Yeah, well from the feel of things, there wasn’t going to be much getting tonight.” Carol had regained her clothes and her ability to cut Nick to pieces after all this time. “You know they make pills for that right?”
“Trust me sweetheart I don’t need a pill, I get it up more than even I’d like.” Nick had redirected his anger on the only person present.
“Oh, so what I’m the first girl this has happened with? Bullshit, Stokes.” Carol was standing now and shouting near the top of her voice. “Are you just going to blame me for this too, like you did our whole relationship, because if memory serves me correct, you tired of me way before I tired of you.”
“Don’t flatter yourself darlin’. It’s not just you it’s every girl anymore.” Nick confessed in the middle of his anger.
“But you just said you had no problem getting...” Carol trailed off as she did the mental math and came up with a big... “Oh.” Was all she could muster.
“How long have you... I mean, we did it like all the time.....Is that why you....” The dam had broken and the questions were spilling out of her. Nick sat down on the bed and patted the area next to him inviting her to sit down.
“I didn’t really know, not until now. I mean I know everyone says that some where deep down you always know, but I just had to be sure and if you couldn’t get me going no woman could.” Nick tried to explain something he was just beginning to understand.
“You bastard.” Carol slapped him across the face. “You brought me here as some sort of sick test to see if you were a total fag, or if you could still get it up for girl???? You sick fuck.” Carol had stood up and moved across the room. “Get out.”
“But this is my room.” Nick began to argue. Carol picked up his jacket and flung it at him.
“Get out.” she screamed. Nick had seen the results of enough domestics to know it would be better to go and wonder around the city for a while than argue who should leave and who shouldn’t. He checked the pockets of his coat for his wallet, room key and phone, to make sure they were all there. He turned to Carol one last time but by the shaking of her shoulders he decided to just leave with out trying to make things better. For once he was going to be the bad guy. And somewhere deep down inside, Nick was sure he was going to be able to live with that, because his experiment had been a success and he knew now what he needed to do.
As always any comments/suggestions/whatever are greatly welcome.
Enjoy,
Saebuffyboy
Title: You Say it Best When You Say Noting at All.
Author: Saebuffyboy
Pairing: Nick and Greg. (although there is another person involved, i feel the focus is on them)
Rating: R
Part: 3.1/???
Summary: Nick has an experiment.
A/N: Though this is part three, I've devided it into three parts (as of now). I promise the rest soon.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just play with them.
Part One: You Seem to Move Uneasy.
Part Two: I Only Hope I won't Disappoint You
Part Three: It had been two hours since he had gotten off but Greg was just making his way to the apartment door. Nick’s apartment door. Greg began fishing for his keys as approached the door. Which proved to be a more difficult task than he’d thought. For some reason it had seemed like a good idea to get the supplies to make his favourite pasta dinner, including the big loaf of Italian bread in paper bags, it seemed cliche but something about it just seemed so right. However, that was before he considered the flowers he bought and the house plant, and the little over night bag he packed. Somehow he manage to make his way through the door, and to make it even more cliche to him the phone was ringing.
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Greg called out. Giggling a little as he remembered the last time he’d said those words in that apartment.
Before he could juggle the bags and reach the portable in the entry way the machine had clicked on. Greg sighed and moved to the kitchen to begin putting away the groceries. He heard Nick’s voice call out over the machine before the beep of the machine. Greg listened intently to hear the incoming message, but none was left.
“Probably a wrong number.” Greg said as he began to set about cooking dinner. He knew it was either too late or way to early to be cooking such a big meal, but the kitchen in his apartment was nothing like Nick’s. To top it off Nick had asked him to keep an eye on the place and what better way to do that than to stay there a couple days, just to make sure the place didn’t look deserted.
“Damn.” Nick mumbled as he snapped his cell phone shut. He had just stepped out of his first lecture of the morning and was bored silly. And it took a lot to make Nick both bored and silly. He’d figured that Greg would be home by now, Nick couldn’t reach him at either of their apartments. As soon as Nick slid the phone into his pocket it started ringing. With out checking the caller id, he flipped it open, and purred his best nonchalant “Stokes” into it.
“Wow, that’s a sexy salutation.” Mused the voice on the other end.
“Who is this?” Nick replied suddenly unsure of who the voice on the other end belonged to.
“Slick Nick, never forgets a name, never forgets a face has to ask who is this?” The voice was enjoying teasing Nick now.
“Well, I don’t exactly have a face to go on right now, so any help would be useful.” Nick was beginning to have a little fun in return.
“Well lets just say that when I heard dream boat Nick Stokes was going to be in Chicago, I just had to look him up. His mom was more than happy to give me his number, said it’d been a long time since Nick had been in contact with a nice ole southern girl even it she was a transplant..” The other voice broke into a fit of giggles.
“Carol Hathaway.” Nick reminisced, “Don’t tell me you got drug back up to this half frozen tundra they call a city.”
“Could be worse.” Carol offered. “I could be having dinner at Banderas tonight alone at seven, six if you want cocktails.”
With out another word the line went dead, and Nick was stuck looking at his phone in disbelief. Carol was one of his oldest friends from an older part of his life. He mulled the decision to meet her for about two seconds before he set about clearing his evening schedule. He had a little experiment he was hoping to test while in Chicago, and Carol would be the perfect subject.
Greg was moving about Nick’s kitchen with the speed and grace he moved about his lab. The only thing missing in his opinion was some really good music to cook by. As he set the flowers on the dining room table and moved the house plant to the living room, he stopped by the stereo to see what Nick had that appealed to him. Before he even sifted through the stacks of discs, he noticed several burned disks sitting on top on the stereo. On each of the five disks was a small G written in black sharpie. He slipped the disks into the cd player and grabbed the remote . The fist song that played happened to be one on Greg’s favourites “One Man Guy” by Rufus Wainright. Greg had to admit to himself that he was surprised to find a gem like this in Nick’s collection.
He was heavily concentrating on dinner and had almost forgot about the music when something occurred to him. Every song so far had been by Rufus, Ryan Adams, and a group out of LA Greg loved. Four Star Mary, popular among fans of the show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and California club goers, but few others. And Greg was almost sure Nick didn’t fall into either of those categories. The fluid motions around the kitchen and the music unlocked a memory Greg had completely forgot about. About two days after their initial “night’ together, Greg had been listening to these albums in his lab. The next day they were missing. He’d just figured that some one had gotten tired of his selections and hid them. He never suspected that Nick would have been interested in them.
After dining on his pasta, and thoughts of why Nick had stolen his CD’s when Greg would have let Nick borrow them if he had asked, Greg retired to the couch with a glass of wine when Rufus’s “Hallelujah” came on. Greg sat there imaging Nick with him. Nick’s warmth on Greg’s side as Nick’s fingers danced lazily in his hair. Heavy with thought and food and wine, Greg’s eyelids began to fall and he fell asleep. Lost in one of his greatest fantasies, a relationship with Nick beyond sex.
Nick skipped out of the final lecture of the day as soon as he could. Blew past the people gathering in the lobby for a cocktail mixer that he normally would have blown off to watch some rare tv. But tonight he had a mission. After a quick shower and a half hour of primping and trying to piece together a decent outfit from the convention clothes he’d packed. He managed to make himself look decent and made his way back through the lobby and the looks form the female convention goers. It drove him insane earlier in the day after he’d presented and he was met with a flock of women afterwards telling him how great his presentation on the importance of keeping time and date tags in photographic evidence and not just on it was in an attempt to get into his pants. When he made it out onto Michigan Av. He breather a sigh of relief and headed for the first cab he saw.
“Banderas” Nick said as he closed the car door. The cabbie raised an eyebrow, than proceeded to start the meter and pull out into traffic. Nick had just settled into his seat a block later when the cabbie pulled over and announced their destination. Nick looked out he window in surprise to see the entry to the restaurant so soon. He threw a ten at the cabbie and told him to keep the change. Nick stepped out into the throng of late afternoon shoppers and people heading to various restaurants and evening engagements, and made his way through the outside door and up a flight of stairs to the restaurant entrance.
Nick entered the ambient lit room and drank in the dark bar in front of him and the tables beyond that to the windows looking out over Michigan Ave. However, after living in Vegas so long, it seemed odd not to hear the sound of slots in the background and the shouts of excited winners. And there sitting in the middle his thought and the middle of the bar surrounded by her dark curls in a dress showing too much skin for the cool spring evening sat Carol. He made his way over and set down next to her. Sitting at the seat was a Jack on the rocks.
“Howdy” Carol greeted her cowboy.
“I’ve lived in Vegas for five years. I can talk like a normal person, and I don’t drink this any more.” He corrected her and pushed the Jack away from him.
“I’m sorry. I’m supposed to be meeting someone here that I spoke with this morning.” Carol let her obvious hurt and anger seep into her voice.
“Let’s back up.” Nick said trying to remember why he was here. “Hi Carol, you look beautiful.”
Carol fidgeted with the swizzle stick in her martini for a moment while Nick began flipping his cell phone open and closed on the bar.
“Why Nick, when did you get here.” Carol replied as she stopped and turned to him for the first time. “This asshole would not leave me alone, I almost left.”
“I’m glad you didn’t, it’d have broken my heart. And you already broke my heart once.” Nick said cutting to business straight away he discarded his open cell phone on the bar.
Greg had no clue where he was or where the wet spot on his pants had come from, all he could concentrate on was that obnoxious noise. He tried to focus thought the haze the wine had left in his brain. He was in Nick’s place, he was watching Nicks place, and had made dinner and fallen asleep on couch. Ok, one mystery solved. But that noise was continuing Greg sat up and the haze turned into a throb when he realized what the noise was. The portable was ringing off the hook. Greg stood up and took a few shaky steps towards the phone when his foot caught on the strap of his overnight bag and nearly sent him to the floor. Finally he made it to the machine as Nick’s voice was calling out the familiar message. Greg paused for a second the hear what would happen after the beep. At first he thought it was another wrong number because he didn’t hear anyone on the other end. But then he began to make out the din in the background. It sounded like a bar or restaurant or some kind. He could hear the soft music in the back ground, the sound of conversations, and the soft clink of dishes and glasses. Greg was about to click the machine off convinced that this was just an accidental dial when he heard something that made his heatr soar and fall simultaneously. There above the other noises he heard Nicks voice.
“You know I always loved you.” Nick said a thousand miles away.
“I know.” Said a female voice that Greg didn’t recognize.
“I want you to make it up to me for all the bullshit you put me thought, leaving me the way you did.” Nick propositioned the woman Greg assumed he was talking to.
“Why Nicky what could I do to make it up to you?” The faint voice flirted.
“The one thing we never managed to fuck up when we were together.” Nick blatantly stated.
“Your place or mine.”
“Mine’s closer.”
That was the last thing Greg heard. For a brief second Greg was happy he was in Nicks apartment and not his own. Nick kept a wastebasket next to his phone and the only trash can in Greg’s place was in the kitchen and he knew there was no way he’d make it that far. Before he had time to take another step all the pasta and bread and wine made their way out of Greg’s system so violently that when it was over, the man lay on the floor for longer than he could process shaking as he watched the red light on the machine flash over and over and over.
Nick picked up his cell phone and flipped it closed and slid it into his pocket before collecting Carol and making the track up Michigan back to his hotel. Inside the room hands began to fly everywhere. Although Nicks motions could only be described as awkward, even though he and Carol were familiar territory to each other. With his shirt off and belt unbuckled Nick laid back on the bed as Carol straddled his hips, the straps of her dress pushed down off her shoulders leaving her in her bra and a skirt. She began to make her way down Nicks body when he suddenly sat up.
“No.” he nearly screamed. Bucking up and nearly throwing Carol from the bed.
“What, did I knee you our something?” Carol asked trying to gain her balance.
“I can’t do this.” Nick replied standing up and trying to dress himself.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Carol began to feel self conscious and was trying to slip the straps back on her shoulders.
“Nothing.” Nick turned his back to her as he began to button his shirt.
“Nothing???” Carol shouted. “First you mom calls me begging me to give you one more shot after all this time. That you can’t make a relationship work in Vegas, and she’s worried about the people you spend you time with, especially some Greg kid. Then you nearly beg me to fuck you in the middle of the restaurant.”
“My mother called you???” The disbelief and anger shaking Nick’s voice. “That bitch, that fucking bitch. She doesn’t know shit about my life or my friends, and she tries to manipulate you into getting with me.”
“Yeah, well from the feel of things, there wasn’t going to be much getting tonight.” Carol had regained her clothes and her ability to cut Nick to pieces after all this time. “You know they make pills for that right?”
“Trust me sweetheart I don’t need a pill, I get it up more than even I’d like.” Nick had redirected his anger on the only person present.
“Oh, so what I’m the first girl this has happened with? Bullshit, Stokes.” Carol was standing now and shouting near the top of her voice. “Are you just going to blame me for this too, like you did our whole relationship, because if memory serves me correct, you tired of me way before I tired of you.”
“Don’t flatter yourself darlin’. It’s not just you it’s every girl anymore.” Nick confessed in the middle of his anger.
“But you just said you had no problem getting...” Carol trailed off as she did the mental math and came up with a big... “Oh.” Was all she could muster.
“How long have you... I mean, we did it like all the time.....Is that why you....” The dam had broken and the questions were spilling out of her. Nick sat down on the bed and patted the area next to him inviting her to sit down.
“I didn’t really know, not until now. I mean I know everyone says that some where deep down you always know, but I just had to be sure and if you couldn’t get me going no woman could.” Nick tried to explain something he was just beginning to understand.
“You bastard.” Carol slapped him across the face. “You brought me here as some sort of sick test to see if you were a total fag, or if you could still get it up for girl???? You sick fuck.” Carol had stood up and moved across the room. “Get out.”
“But this is my room.” Nick began to argue. Carol picked up his jacket and flung it at him.
“Get out.” she screamed. Nick had seen the results of enough domestics to know it would be better to go and wonder around the city for a while than argue who should leave and who shouldn’t. He checked the pockets of his coat for his wallet, room key and phone, to make sure they were all there. He turned to Carol one last time but by the shaking of her shoulders he decided to just leave with out trying to make things better. For once he was going to be the bad guy. And somewhere deep down inside, Nick was sure he was going to be able to live with that, because his experiment had been a success and he knew now what he needed to do.
As always any comments/suggestions/whatever are greatly welcome.
Enjoy,
Saebuffyboy
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