Part 6
The trip was mostly uneventful. At least, it was after Viggo finally put his foot down and made Orlando stop turning around to talk to Billy as he drove. One trip into a ditch was more than enough, thank you. Once they reached London, Orlando followed Billy�s instructions, glancing around nervously as they got closer to Billy�s flat.
�You sure live in a dodgy neighborhood, mate.�
Leaning forward so he could see through the windshield to give directions, Billy sighed in agreement. �Aye, but it�s all I could afford. Just make sure you don�t get lost in this neighborhood after you drop us off. I wouldn�t want to repay Ian�s kindness by getting his nephew beaten to buggery.�
Orlando snorted in agreement as he pulled the car up against the curb in front of the building Billy indicated. It was an old, rather shabby-looking building in the middle of the block. Orli stayed in the car as his passengers piled out and retrieved their luggage from the boot.
�Best of luck, Billy. Call me when you get it all straightened out and we�ll go hit some clubs, yeah?�
Returning the lanky younger man�s enthusiastic wave, Billy promised he would. As Orli drove away, Billy turned and headed for the front steps, digging in his pockets for the key. It was a miracle that, with all that had happened, he hadn�t lost it. Looking up as Sean and Viggo followed him inside the entry, Billy felt his face heat up a bit in embarrassment. The place really was a dump.
As if reading his thoughts, Viggo smiled reassuringly. �There�s nothing to be ashamed of, Billy. You didn�t have much choice and, let�s face it, Sean and I helped push you here.�
Billy shrugged and headed up the stairs. �I�ve lived in worse, I suppose.�
Viggo had no doubt of that. Shouldering his duffle, he trudged up the narrow stairway behind Billy. After the fourth flight, he could hear Sean huffing behind him. He felt the same way. No wonder Billy could run so fast, climbing up and down these stairs all the time.
When Billy finally rounded the railing and headed for a door in the corner, Viggo sighed in relief. At least he would have if he�d had any breath left. The duffle felt like it was loaded with bricks. He and Sean were definitely getting a bit out of shape.
Billy unlocked the door, hesitated a moment as he looked back at Sean and Viggo then sighed and stepped inside, leaving the door open. He immediately headed for the loo, having had to pee for the last hour but wanting to get home.
�Dammit, Billy, my bladder�s about to burst!�
�There�s a first. You can usually hold it longer than anyone I�ve ever known.�
�Piss off, Vig.�
�I�m not the one that has to piss.�
Laughing when Sean tossed him a two-fingered salute, Viggo dropped his duffle onto the worn and slightly crooked-looking sofa and looked around. No doubt about it, the place was a dump. Not that Billy kept it dirty or cluttered, just that the room had seen better days. The faded wallpaper was peeling in places, the bare bulb hanging from the ceiling cast depressing shadows over everything and Viggo could hear water dripping from the small kitchen out of sight behind a short wall. Well, he assumed it was the kitchen.
Billy came out of the bathroom and was nearly bowled over by Sean, who was practically dancing in his discomfort by this point. �Sorry, Bills, gotta piss.�
�Bills?�
Smiling, Viggo gestured Billy over to the sofa and moved the duffle to the floor. �I like it. Suits you, somehow.�
Dropping down onto the worn cushions with a sigh, Billy felt both weary and fidgety with nerves. He was so tired, but so excited about finally catching Serkis. �When are we going to look for Serkis?�
Settling in beside his younger lover, Viggo dropped an arm around Billy�s shoulders and pulled him close as he chose his words carefully. �We�re not going to look for Serkis. Sean and I are. We can�t risk Andy spotting you and taking a powder. Who knows how long it would take to find him again. Sean and I will head back to where we caught you and poke around. It shouldn�t be difficult to find him.�
Billy stiffened a moment before relaxing against Viggo�s warmth. �Promise me you�ll catch him, Viggo. I-I don�t know how much longer I can keep running.�
Resting his cheek on Billy�s soft ginger hair, Viggo closed his eyes. �If you run this time, Billy, you won�t run alone. That, I promise.�
�Cuddling without me?�
Looking up with a wide grin, Billy held out his arm and sighed with utter contentment when Sean sat down and he was suddenly wedged in between the two bigger men. Safe. Loved. And fuck, if they weren�t two of the sexiest men he�d ever laid eyes on. Speaking of which. There were a few important questions he wanted to ask.
�Viggo, are you a top or bottom?� Billy was fairly sure he knew the answer, but it paid to be certain.
�Sean and I are both switches, though I�m a bit on the toppy side. Sean�s pretty much a perfect switch.� Smiling at the serious look on Billy�s face, Viggo ran a finger along Billy�s jaw. �What about you?�
�I can count the number of times I�ve topped on one hand.�
Feeling his dick harden at the turn of conversation, Viggo gave a feral smile. �A true bottom then?�
�Aye.�
�And what a lovely bottom it is.� Sean was practically drooling by now.
�Anyone want to see if my piece of shite bed will survive a round of sex? I believe there was mention of you two owing me something.�
It was like flipping a switch and Billy suddenly felt like Little Red Riding Hood being sized up by two big bad wolves. His cock gave a leap at the sight. �I take that as a yes, then?�
�Too right you will.�
Billy shrieked in surprise in an embarrassingly girly way, then laughed at himself, when Sean suddenly bent down, grabbed him and slung him over his shoulder. It did give him a lovely upside down view of Sean�s tight, gorgeous arse. Billy reached down and gave it a pinch, earning a satisfying yelp from Sean and a stinging slap to his own backside. Well, that wasn�t exactly fair, was it?
Of course, fair was overrated. Viggo was already naked by the time Sean dumped Billy on the bed and Billy didn�t mind one bit. Christ, but the man was beautiful. Long, lean and well-muscled. Long in more ways that one. Billy licked his lips in desire at the sight of Viggo�s bobbing erection.
�Shit, forgot the lube.�
Tearing himself away from the vision of that pointy pink tongue slowly licking its way over those beautiful bow lips, Sean darted past Viggo to the discarded duffle. They definitely needed lube. Oh, yes.
Praising Viggo�s habit of packing things where they�re easily accessible, Sean snatched the bottle of lube from its pocket and hurried back to the bedroom. He thought he�d come right then and there when he stepped into the room. Billy was sitting on the edge of the bed, eagerly sucking on Viggo�s cock as the older man stood in front of him.
�Holy Christ.� Naked, need to be naked. Sean tossed the bottle onto the bed and scrambled out of his clothes.
Sean decided Viggo must have the willpower of a saint, when he gently pushed back on Billy�s head to make the younger man stop. At Billy�s questioning look, Viggo pulled him to his feet. �You seem to be the only one with clothes on, Billy. I think we should remedy that.�
Moving together as if they�d always done this, Sean and Viggo slowly and lovingly stripped Billy from his clothes, setting the sling aside. Hands glided over flesh as each felt the body of the one next to him, lips moving from one to another. Different textures, different tastes, all desired beyond measuring. Suddenly, without quite remembering how, all three were piled together on Billy�s surprisingly big bed.
�Came with the place.� Billy laughed, when asked.
Bodies shifted and stretched, ending up in a triangle-like daisy chain. Sean moaned in pleasure as Viggo�s tongue did delicious things to the head of his dick, causing a chain reaction of moans in his partners that nearly made him snicker. Any thoughts of snickering, however, quickly fled his mind as Viggo�s lube-slick finger gently slid inside him. The probing digit pushed deep and Sean moaned once more.
Knowing a good idea when he saw one, Sean flung a hand toward Viggo and felt the bottle of lube fumbled into it. He managed to flip open the cap and squeeze some lube onto his fingers one-handed. Never losing his rhythm on the cock in his mouth, Sean reached between Billy�s legs. His searching fingers found their target and he slid one finger in.
Viggo had been right, Billy�s arse was soft and tight but opened quickly to his probing fingers. Moaning at the exquisite stretching of his own passage, Sean carefully prepared Billy�s. By the time Viggo ran out of patience, Sean had Billy open and squirming with silent pleading.
Viggo let go of Sean�s cock with an obscene slurp. �Jesus, Sean, I can�t wait any longer.�
Raising to his knees, Sean slapped Billy gently on the arse. �On your stomach, Billy.�
Smiling when Billy settled on his belly, Sean grabbed him by his slender ankles and tugged him closer to the middle of the bed. �We�re taller than you, love, remember? I�d have hit my head.�
The sudden friction on his straining cock had nearly been Billy�s undoing. �Fucking hell, Sean, this almost ended before it started.�
As Viggo helped Billy shove a thin pillow under his hips, he chuckled. �Oh, no worries there, Billy. You�d have been fucked whether you came or not. We want to pay off our debts, don�t we Sean?�
�Shit, enough talk.� Sean felt as if he�d die if he didn�t get his cock in Billy soon. Just the sight of the younger man stretched out before him, ready and waiting, made him throb with desire.
Giving his dick a pull or two with damp fingers, Sean braced his weight above Billy, lined up and just�pushed�in. Oh, the hot, moist tightness squeezed around his cock, making him shudder at the sensation. Sean pushed gently, but steadily inside Billy until his balls were flush against the sweat-damp cheeks pressing against his pelvis.
�Oh, Viggo, I�m in heaven.�
�Not yet, but you will be.�
Viggo took a moment to squeeze the base of his cock, taking some of the urgency away from the proceedings. The sight of Sean balls deep in Billy�s ass was almost more than he could take. The sexual tension of two days was catching up to him. Viggo nudged Sean�s legs a bit wider, scooted forward on his knees and pressed forward. He sighed in satisfaction/fulfillment/affection/love as he pushed his cock inside Sean�s stretched entrance.
Viggo bumped his hips against the smooth pale flesh of his lover�s ass and stopped to savor the feeling. Billy�s needy moan snapped him to attention and Viggo pulled out about two thirds of the way and waited. With a growl of desire, Sean pressed back onto Viggo�s cock, then forward into Billy�s ass.
Letting Sean set the rhythm, for now, Viggo groaned in pleasure. This was definitely the hottest thing they�d ever done. And they�d done a lot. �Oh, fuck, you two are gorgeous. That�s it, Sean. You know you�ve wanted this since we first saw him.�
�Christ, Viggo.�
Sean fucked Billy hard, and himself on Viggo�s dick just as hard. Viggo felt himself harden even more from the sounds of flesh slapping flesh, Sean�s grunts of effort and Billy�s breathless �oh, oh, oh� noises. It was too much.
Taking over the rhythm, Viggo pounded Sean�s ass, pushing him harder into Billy who let out little grunts of air as he was pressed into the mattress. Billy released a sharp gasp and moan as he came from the friction of the pillow and the nudging pressure to his prostate.
Sliding his hand between Billy�s sweat-slick skin and the pillow, Sean wrapped his hand around Billy�s post-orgasmic-sensitive cock and began to jerk, not letting it go soft.
�Oh, Sean. Please, not again.�
Nearly breathless from Viggo�s punishing rhythm, Sean ground out, �Yes, again.�
�Oh, fuck, Sean. Make him come again.�
It was taking Viggo everything he had to hold off. He felt the muscles in Sean�s ass tighten as his lover�s body went rigid with his own orgasm. Hunching over to rest his head between Sean�s shoulder blades, Viggo concentrated on his own pleasure.
Shuddering from aftershocks as Viggo continued to hit his prostate, Sean tightened his grip and picked up speed on Billy�s cock. He could feel the muscles in Billy�s back tighten as he arched as much Sean�s weight would allow. He felt a grunt of released air from Viggo hot against his own back as Viggo came, filling his ass with his semen. Billy gave one last long moan and came again.
Bracing himself the best he could, Sean wriggled to get Viggo�s attention. �Off, Vig. We�ll squish him.�
�I don�t think I can move.�
�It�s the stairs. Did us in.�
�Shit.� Viggo gently slid out of Sean and crawled over the tangle of legs to prop himself against the footboard.
Sean sighed in relief at the weight lifting from his back and removed his own from Billy. Sitting back on his heels, he was surprised Billy didn�t so much as twitch. �Billy?�
Leaning over, Sean smiled. Soft breaths slipped from Billy�s slightly parted lips, small droplets of sweat settling on his filtrum. Damp bangs clung to his forehead and stuck to his eyelashes, brushing against his flushed cheeks. Billy�s right hand rested near his face, fingers curled. The casted left was flung out as if reaching for the headboard.
Chuckling, Sean gently slid the pillow out from under Billy and tossed it to the floor. �I think we killed our wee one, Vig.�
�You two nearly killed me.�
They pulled Billy up higher in the bed without waking him and settled on either side of their sleeping lover. Sean pulled up the faded duvet and leaned over to kiss Billy�s sweat-damp temple then stretched across to kiss Viggo. Resting his forehead against Viggo�s, Sean smiled tiredly.
�Love you, you old sod.�
�Love you too, Sean. And who are you calling old? I lasted longer than either of you.�
�I made Billy come twice.�
�Okay, so we�re equally old.�
�How �bout equally virile not-quite-old men?�
�I�ll agree to that.� Smiling fondly, Viggo gave Sean one more kiss then settled against Billy, resting his arm across the smaller man�s back. His last thought as he drifted off was that Billy�s apartment didn�t seem quite so shabby anymore, somehow.
~*~
It was early evening when Viggo finally dragged himself from sleep. There was a weight across his ribs and soft whistling breaths in his ear. Gently moving Billy�s arm, Viggo slid from the bed and reached for his discarded clothes. Once he was dressed, he gently shook Sean awake.
�Sean, we need to head out pretty soon.�
With a muffled �mmfff�, Sean lifted his face from his pillow and squinted. �What?�
�Serkis, remember?�
Reality broke through and Sean sat up with a sigh. It had been easy to forget their troubles in the pleasures of their lovemaking. Tucking the duvet back around Billy, Sean stumbled from the bed in search of his clothes. Giving up, he shuffled into the living room to raid his baggage for clean ones.
Pulling on clean socks, Sean twisted around to see Viggo disappearing into the kitchen. �Should we wake up Billy?�
�No, let him sleep. I hope you�re not very hungry.�
Frowning, Sean dug under the sofa for the shoes he�d kicked off during his search for the lube. �Why?�
�I don�t think Billy�s got anything in here to eat but tins of beans and soup.�
�We�ll just grab something while we�re out tracking down that blasted accountant. We�ll need to bring something back for Bills, though.�
Wandering back into the living room, Viggo crossed his arms and watched Sean in amusement. �What are you doing?�
�Trying to find my bloody shoes. I know I took them off in here somewhere.�
Feeling his fingers brush a rubber sole, Sean gave a soft shout of triumph. �Got �em.�
�While you wrestle your shoes from the couch, I�ll leave Billy a note to let him know we�ve gone and to stay here out of sight. It would be horribly ironic if he got himself pinched while we�re out clearing his name.�
�Too bloody right. Think he�ll do what the note says?�
Chuckling softly, Viggo went back to the kitchen to look for pen and paper. �He�d better. But I wouldn�t bet money on it.�
~*~
Finding Andy Serkis was surprisingly easy, now that they knew where to look. They�d asked around at the local pubs, first. Getting nothing that way, they went to the next vice. If drink didn�t do it, sex would. Sure enough, they came across a rent boy that said he�d seen Serkis. A couple of tenners later, the boy admitted Serkis was a regular client.
And the boy knew where he lived. Apparently Andy had hired two boys once or twice to come to his home for an evening of sex. Viggo�s smile when the boy gave them the address was truly devilish.
�Got him.�
When they pulled up in front of Serkis� residence, Sean felt a surge of anger. Billy was living in squalor while the crooked accountant was living the life of luxury. At least by comparison. Sean parked the car with a jerk and shoved open the door.
�You better do the talking, Viggo. I�m likely to bash his head in.�
�That wouldn�t do Billy any good, though I�m sure it would make both of us feel a bit better.�
Taking a deep, calming breath, Viggo trotted up the front steps and pushed the buzzer below the card that read, �Andrew Serkis-2B�. A tinny voice asked for identification. Viggo decided to play it safe.
�Viggo Mortensen and Sean Bean. We�re employed by Alexander McKenzie to find Billy Boyd. We just wanted to ask you some questions about him.�
There was a pause then the tinny voice returned, followed by a click of the door lock releasing. �Come on up, I�m in 2B.�
Pulling on the door, Viggo shook his head. �No shit he�s in 2B. As if we couldn�t read that on his card. I hate this guy already.�
Laughing quietly, Sean followed Viggo up the carpeted stairs to a white door with a brass 2B on the door. Standing so he could be seen through the spy hole, Viggo tried to appear friendly. Though he was feeling anything but.
The door was opened by the same curly-haired man they had seen the night they�d grabbed Billy. Maybe a few inches taller than Billy, but bulkier. Andy Serkis smiled at his two visitors and waved them inside.
�I�m happy to tell you anything that would help catch the missing thief. Mr. McKenzie is a good man, and I hate to see someone taking advantage of that.�
Viggo shut the door and stood in front of it, blocking the exit. �Cut the crap, Serkis. We know what you did and we have proof. I�ve found the dry run.�
The shorter man�s face drained of color and he walked unsteadily to sit in an antique-looking chair. �I-I don�t know what you mean.�
Drawing himself up to his full height and standing over the shaking Serkis, Sean jabbed a finger at the accountant. �You bloody well know exactly what we mean. McKenzie paid you off to keep quiet about his little fiddle. And you helped plant evidence to make it appear as if Billy Boyd had taken the money.�
Standing next to Sean, making Serkis feel hemmed in, Viggo glared at the man sweating in fear. �The way I see it, we can lay this whole scam on you and you can go to prison in Billy�s place. Or, you go down to the local nick with us and you can tell the police exactly what McKenzie did.�
This was where it got shaky and Viggo knew it. If Serkis refused, there wasn�t much they could do. They didn�t really have any proof except for what Billy had told them. It all hinged on a bluff.
~*~
Opening the door with the extra key Billy had given them, Viggo stepped inside the flat with Sean trailing a few weary steps behind. It was late and they were both tired. Slipping the key into his pocket, Viggo headed straight for the kitchen. Although Billy kept very little food in his cupboards, he did have a bottle or two of whiskey. Taking down a half-empty bottle of Bell�s, Viggo returned to the living room.
Sean had shut the door and was heading for the bedroom. �Billy?�
Taking a seat on the dilapidated sofa, Viggo opened the bottle with a smile. �Not here, is he?�
�Irritating little bugger,� Sean grumbled as he joined Viggo and reached for the bottle. �Here we are ready to celebrate and Bill�s scarpered. Gimme a drink.�
As Viggo handed over the bottle, they heard the click of the lock and the door swung open. Billy bounced into the room, swinging the door shut behind him, smiling from ear to ear. �Did you find him? Did he admit to it? Where is he?�
Laughing, Viggo patted the seat cushion between himself and Sean. �One question at a time. The first question is mine. Where have you been? I�m sure you got my note.�
Squirming to sit between his lovers, Billy dropped Viggo�s laptop onto the wooden crate he used as a coffee table and snagged the Bell�s from Sean. �Aye, I read your note. I couldn�t sit around the flat all night, could I? I would�ve gone mental. So, I took your computer to a friend to see what he could do about locating the missing money.�
Raising his eyebrows, Viggo scowled a bit. He wasn�t sure he liked that. �You had someone hack into my computer?�
Billy shifted in his seat, a little nervous at Viggo�s frown. �Aye, but only into the file you had on me. I wouldn�t pry into your personal things, Viggo. I swear it. Besides, Elijah knows what he�s doing. Master of dodgy computer schemes, he is. Where do you think I got fake ID and such from?�
�And did the clever Elijah find anything?�
Settling back, assured that Viggo wasn�t truly angry with him, Billy smiled wickedly. �Oh, aye. What would you say if I told you he found the money?�
Laughing at the questions Sean and Viggo peppered him with, Billy practically bounced on the lumpy cushion of the sofa. �He found the money! It�s in a bank in the Caymans. Most of it, anyway. Some went to Serkis, I�m certain, and McKenzie�s probably spent a fair bit, but a good chunk of it�s in that bank. I�m free.�
Billy whispered it once more, the words truly sinking in. �I�m free.�
Then he was wrapped in four strong arms that threatened to squeeze the life out of him as Sean and Viggo hugged him, pouring out their relief and joy. Viggo�s voice rumbled near his ear, breath tickling the hair there.
�You�re free Billy. To go where you will, do what you will. We won�t hold you, if you want to leave.�
Twisting his head to look into Viggo�s concerned eyes, Billy nodded. �I do wish to go, Viggo. I want to go back to Glasgow. But only if you and Sean go with me.�
Eyes a bit damp, Sean smiled and bumped Billy�s forehead with his own. �Then how �bout we pack up and go home tomorrow? All of us.�
Leaning into Sean�s warm body with a sigh of contentment, Billy�s smile dropped a bit. �What do I do, now? Who knows how long it will take to get everything straightened out, and I don�t even want to think about the red tape involved in sorting out the sale of the company.�
Sean ran his fingers through Billy�s unkempt hair and smiled softly. �Well, you did offer to work for us.�
Catching Sean�s mischievous grin, Viggo laughed. �He managed to avoid us for two years and found the money. I bet he�d make a great investigator.�
�He certainly knows how to take care of himself if caught in a spot of trouble, and we could use the help. We�ve still got three cases waiting for us back at the office.� Sean looked Billy up and down a moment, this time in serious consideration. �Actually, he�d be perfect in the race-fiddling problem we were hired for. Small enough to mingle with the jockeys.�
�That�s settled then.� Viggo gave Billy an exaggerated smacking kiss on the cheek. �We�re keeping you.�
Laughing at the buss on the cheek, Billy pretended to wipe away slobber. �That�s a good thing, as there�s a no return policy on me I�ll have you know.�
Sean extricated himself from the clutches of the sofa and pulled Billy to his feet. �Go call your sister and tell her the good news. When you finish, you can join us in the bedroom. We�ll be packing your things. It�s time for you to go home.�
But even as Billy babbled out the good new to Maggie while Viggo and Sean packed up his old life, he knew he wouldn�t be returning �home�. That life was gone now. What had been home to him before no longer existed. No, home had changed. Home was currently folding his shorts and trying to fit them into the nooks and crannies of Viggo�s duffle. Home was taking the piss out of Viggo for folding said shorts so carefully, only to stuff them into the bag where they�d get wrinkled again.
Saying goodbye to his sister, promising that he would visit her just as soon as he got settled back in Glasgow, Billy hung up the phone and walked quietly to his bedroom with a smile of joy. He was going home.
~*~
6 months later
The sharp jab of a knee in his kidney jolted Sean from a depressingly short amount of sleep. He let out an involuntary huff of air as a small body crawled over his own to settle in the gap between he and Viggo.
�Christ, Billy, just ask me to move next time. I was trying to sleep.�
His only response was a wriggle as Billy made himself comfortable and rested his head on a pillow with a sigh. �Aren�t you supposed to be out and about, looking for the tearaway that keeps boosting cars that don�t belong to him?�
Viggo�s poked his head out from under the duvet as he blinked sleepily at his bedmates. �What time is it?�
Billy flopped his left arm, cast free for four months, over Viggo�s waist so his watch could be read. ��S late. Or early. Near sunrise. Found the car thief. Picture in the envelope on the side table. �S kinda cute.�
Rolling over and grabbing the envelope from the bedside table, Sean frowned as he slipped the first few pictures out. �If you found him, why are you here? You might lose him again.�
Snuggling closer to Viggo, Billy�s eyes drooped with fatigue. �Bugger just clocked in at the factory. Won�t be going anywhere �til the end of his shift. Leave me �lone. Sleepy.�
Smiling fondly, Viggo watched his younger lover�s eyes close and listened to the breathing even out into sleep. Viggo reached over for the pictures Sean had already seen. �I knew he�d make a good investigator.�
�I just wish he�d crawl over you in the wee hours instead of me.� Looking at the young man in the pictures, Sean noted the intelligence in the pale eyes. The lad�s hair was more manic than Billy�s and he had a rather endearingly crooked jaw. �Not exactly the young tearaway I was expecting.�
Shuffling through the pictures, Viggo hummed his agreement. �Most prolific car thieves don�t usually hold down steady jobs, either. Wonder what his story is?�
Sean glanced down at Billy�s sleeping profile and reached out to compare it with the lad in the picture. �They�d look good together, wouldn�t they?�
�You�re daft.�
�What? I�m just saying they�d be cute together.�
�He�s a car thief, Sean.�
�We thought Billy was a thief, once, too. Besides, a car thief might come in handy sometime.�
�Go back to sleep, Sean. You�ll make more sense later.�
Shrugging his shoulders, Sean gathered the pictures together and stuffed them back into the envelope. He tossed the packet back onto the bedside table and slid back down to curl around Billy. �I supposed you�re right. We have our hands full with Billy, as it is.�
Viggo gave a soft snort of laughter. �You�re right about that. Besides, I think the name Mortensen, Bean & Boyd Investigations is quite long enough.�
Just when he thought Sean had finally dropped the subject and gone back to sleep, Viggo heard a soft contemplative statement.
�We�d have to get a bigger bed.�
~*~
End.
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