Part 3 ====== By TopLegal WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental. (c) 2001, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are met: there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications. Mid-Year Break -------------- Things had been going quite well all semester overall. My new father, Jim Thompson, had only minimal occasion to discipline me seriously as I had excelled in my art, and other, courses. My twin lovers, and younger brothers, had performed well throughout most of the season. Two days before the four week long break started, Jim arrived unannounced and handed me a thick envelope. "My secretary called the Terra-Mar agency in Ribadeo and arranged a trip for you and the boys to go visit your dad. If you have any questions or need to make any changes call 'Antonio' there and he can help you out." Jim kissed me on the head and headed out without waiting for the twins to show up. I remembered Antonio, he had a malformed hand and thought about home. I figured that my dad just thought Kyle and Lane would be friends whose dad wanted them to see Europe so we would probably have an opportunity to travel quite a bit within Spain and possibly even Europe as a whole. I opened the envelope and found the twins' passports, three first class airline tickets on Iberia airlines with layovers in Chicago, IL en route to Barajas. The dollar number on the tickets shocked me, around $8000 a ticket. Also there was a shocking amount of Spanish currency in the envelope, about $10,000! Finally a note from dad: "Enjoy!" When the twins showed up, I only showed them the tickets and they were a bit surprised but were excited that they would see my home. I reminded them that my real dad was nowhere near as cool as their dad and didn't know I was gay or anything about the three of us as a couple. Given that we had still managed to stay completely closeted as a couple at school Kyle and Lane assured me there would be no problems. Flight ------ Jim sent Fung to drive us to the airport. I had both my Spanish and US passports with me. At the check in counter, my Spanish moved the three of us along relatively quickly through the new security measures. I intentionally had packed my carry on extremely light: just my digital camera, digital video recorder, my PowerBook G4 and not much else. On the plane, I let the twins sit together and that left me across the aisle from them with a handsome young executive from Germany for the longest leg from Chicago to Madrid. Turned out he worked for an investment banking firm and he was flying back to his wife. He chewed my ear off for several hours before my need to sleep succeeded in beating back his chatter. In the morning, I woke before the plane was about to land and as soon as my eyes popped open he started in again. I looked across to Lane and Kyle, they were still out cold and Kyle's head had fallen against Lane's shoulder. Innocent looking to everyone else: two adult twins asleep in first class. To me, it said so much more. With two hours more to go in the flight I decided to have some fun with the young executive and after making sure that the flight crew was nowhere in sight, slid my hand across the arm rest to his pants and rested my hand on his crotch. Helmut--that was the young executive's name--looked at me in alarm at first and then calmed when he realized everyone in the first class cabin was asleep. I whispered to him in German asking if he liked it? He nodded and reciprocated with a hand across the arm rest onto my cock. My cock responded immediately having been teased for several days, but with today being Saturday and the day I usually had orgasms with the boys I was particularly horny and ready to cum. "Badezimmer," I queried in German. He stood up and wandered back to the bathroom. I followed a few moments later noticing that everyone was still sound asleep. I shut the bathroom door behind me and locked the small stall. Helmut quickly started to unfasten my belt and pull down my pants. I pulled a condom from my pocket and he slid it over my cockshaft. Despite the relatively cramped quarters the young banker got down on his knees and began to suck my condom covered cock. I used my hands to force him to suck me harder. Some "heterosexual." After a few minutes he stood up and turned around dropping his pants and exposing his tight puckered fuckhole for my condom sheathed cock. I pushed into him forcefully and struggled to keep myself from cumming as I rammed his tight fuckhole. I stopped before cumming and he turned around and faced me as I pushed his head against the bulkhead and kissed him. His uncircumsized cock shot a huge load onto the floor. I pulled up my pants and took his tie. Then I kissed him again and opened the door before he had a chance to get clothed. In the first class cabin, nobody had woken from our slightly rowdy affair. He quickly locked the bathroom door behind me and I returned to my seat and fastened his tie to my neck loosely. When he returned to the seat about ten minutes later he was blushing slightly and when he saw his tie on my neck he turned completely red. I smiled at him and motioned for him to relax and enjoy the rest of the flight. Barajas ------- At the airport I decided to use my Spanish/Eurozone passport to go through the shorter line for entry; however, since I was waiting for the twins with their United States passports the time savings was really nonexistent. Lane was surprisingly cranky by the time we reached for a taxi. When he noticed the tie around my neck we ended up in a brief argument--in English--while waiting for a taxi. I assured both of the them that I had just taunted the German, had not cum and that I loved them. Twelve or so hour flights seem to have a way of bringing out the worst in people. In the cab, I gave directions to Chamartin in Spanish and realized for the first time in months I did have a large advantage over the boys and their secret "twin" talk. They did not speak a word of Spanish. After double checking that the taxi driver did not speak English I explained my encounter with Helmut to the twins who seemed to appreciate the fact that I had corrupted the "heterosexual" investment banker and taken his tie as a trophy. At Chamartin we had a long wait for the train to Ribadeo and we ended up talking about my childhood. Somewhere in the middle the conversation switched to their childhood and their mother and it was one of the most intimate conversations the three of us had to that date. The train ride itself was uneventful and my biological father met us at the train station in Ribadeo and drove us just outside town to my childhood home. Unlike the boy's home it was a modest house on a small farm with a barn and stables a short drive from the town. My father surprised me by delving into a protracted conversation with me in German about our two guests. I mention it was surprising since he generally insisted on English only and especially since my mother's death. Then I realized his aim: exclusion of the twins. For a moment, I felt slightly smug about the situation. All too often the twins descended into what I called twin-talk where they would talk to each other without even saying much. But I also realized it was probably less than helpful to put them on edge around my dad. Dinner ------ By dinner, my dad had returned to his normal "English" only rules and turned his attention towards finding out more about the twins. The boys and I had studiously avoided the subject of my schooling and my dad latched onto what their dad did. "So exactly what is your dad's position at MegaCorp?" Lane--of course--answered, "He's the CEO of sorts for one of their most profitable divisions." "That must keep him quite busy," my dad said in a somewhat superior tone. "Actually it does," Lane responded evenly and without taking the bait. Kyle seemed to read the invisible twin-signal not to chirp in a supportive word for Jim and the topic moved on without incident. After we finished eating my dad turned to me and said, "Rafael take your clothes off at once and ~then~ go to the barn and wait for me." I hesitated. "NOW," my dad barked and I stood up and started towards the door to go out to the barn. "Where are you going?", he bellowed. I stammered, "the barn..." "Take your clothing all off right ~here~," my dad said. I took it all off. First my shoes, then socks, then my trousers, then underwear. An erection became visible and I tried to ignore it as I removed my trophy tie and then shirt. I was suddenly quite naked and I felt like my erect cock stood out like a sore thumb. "~Now~ go wait for me in the barn," my dad said. Unlike my new dad, my biological dad was vicious and angry with punishments and always looked to maximize the pain and humiliation. Jim would punish me and the boys for our best interests but my dad punished me to hurt me and cause me intense pain when he felt like it. Casually my dad suggested to me, "oh, and have one of your roommates help tie you up out there for a proper whipping." I visibly reddened. My dad's idea of a proper whipping was something that could leave me out of school for several days for the swelling and pain to go down. I had been whipped by him with a bullwhip only twice before and both times had been harrowing, brutal experiences. Lane and Kyle seemed to signal with one another in twin speak and Kyle came over and helped me out the door. As the door shut I noticed Lane standing up as well. As I walked barefoot to the barn, Kyle tried to comfort me and remind me that both of them love me very much and that Jim loved me very much but also that my dad was my dad and I had to respect and obey him no matter what. In the barn, I showed Kyle the ropes that my dad uses for tying me up during punishments and then inserted my hands. Kyle pulled the ropes on the pulley and I was then on my tiptoes. Kyle stretched up and kissed me on the lips and headed out of the barn. Waiting ------- As soon as Kyle left I lost my bladder or at least a good part of it onto the dirt floor of the barn. My cock was still fairly rigid in embarrassment, fear, and arousal. I tried to focus on something positive rather than the impending lashing. Time passed extremely slowly. The barn was dark and I tried to turn to face the door so I could see the house through the opening to the barn. Nothing. After my arms started to hurt from being stretched out I tried counting backwards from 100. Then 1000. My leg began to cramp and I had to dance around on one set of toes trying to wiggle my other foot around to uncramp my right leg. Finally, I managed to uncramp my right leg only to have my left leg seize up. I began losing track of time and was leaning against the ropes as best I could to try and relax my body, but Kyle had been rather efficient about tying me up and there was little slack to push out against. Finally, I saw the front door to the house open but it was one of the boys. From the distance in the darkness I could not tell which one. Finally one of the twins neared--Lane. He kissed me on the lips and then let me down. "Your dad went into his bedroom and shut the door we decided after two hours that we should come let you down," he explained. "Porque... Warum... I mean, Why?", I said finally finding my English again. "We showed him your artwork including the watercolors you did from that picture of your mother. He took the portfolio you made for him and just wandered into his room crying." I was too exhausted from standing waiting for a whipping to think clearly and Lane realized that and carried me in all the while reminding me that both he and Kyle loved me very much. Lane tucked me into my childhood bed and kissed me on the forehead. "Remember lover we will be fucking like bunnies next door," he said smiling as he walked out. I cursed under my breath. I would have to wait another week for an orgasm assuming we managed to get away from home in Ribadeo to tour the rest of Europe on this vacation. Those two however would be fucking and sucking dicks with each other tonight in a twin-orgy. I had been with the boys long enough to realize that they liked it better when I was there. It was weird to me still. On one hand they were each the expert in what the other wanted quite exactly but on the other hand they wanted me and the difference I brought to them to be happier and enjoy the sex more. But damn them anyhow for having orgasms when I was not going to. I also realized that Lane had tweaked me slightly because he had been wearing the tie I had taken from the German on the plane when he had come to take me in from the barn. Morning ------- I slept lightly, half expecting my dad to storm in and whip me with a buggy whip right there in my bed. I woke up around eight and wandered out. The twins were still asleep and the door to my father's room was still shut. I decided to risk seeing the twins and just opened the door without knocking. Lane still had the German's tie on but was otherwise naked. Kyle was nuzzled against his side. Lane's eyes opened awake when I shut the door and he blew a kiss my direction. With a finger he beckoned me over and I came over to the edge of the bed without getting in. I leaned close to his face and he smiled at me and I leaned in closer to kiss him on the lips. "I love you boys," I said. "We love you," he responded back. Kyle woke up and his eyes flashed at me and my heart swooned. "You guys manage to enjoy yourselves without me last night?" Kyle answered, "We missed you Rafael, this is the first night we haven't been able to sleep with you since we started dating..." Lane though finished, "...however we did manage to suffer through enjoying ourselves. Kyle fucked my brain out while holding me bent over using the German's tie like a dog leash it was tremendous fun." I kissed my twin lovers and told them that I was saving myself till next Saturday they nodded approvingly. The conversation took a more serious turn, none of us had heard my dad in the night. Lane volunteered to look in on him if he did not wake up soon and I shook my head: "I am the oldest." The twins dressed somewhat and we hung out in the guest room until around ten o'clock chatting--well actually mostly they chatted with Kyle giving me a blow-by-blow of how he fucked Lane the previous night and Lane nodding approvingly. At ten, I wandered to my father's door and listened for noise. None. I knocked. Nothing. I decided to go in. He was not in his bed though I saw my portfolio binder open on the bed. I walked to the bathroom door and saw him on the floor curled up in a fetal position. I had never seen my father so helpless it was an odd, awkward moment. A man who inspired frequent terror in my bawled up crying. He did not seem to register my presence in the doorway and I decided to slip out unnoticed. I told the boys and we decided to leave a note that we were going to the beach. From where we now lived in the states, the weather in Ribadeo at this time of the year was ~relatively~ warm so we headed out. The beach we went to was quiet and we ended up just walking side by side along it for most of the morning before heading into town for some food. I suggested the convent Santa Clara where we could get empanadas--Galician meat pies--and then we walked along the banks of the Eo river for a while before heading back to the house. At four o'clock it was already getting a touch dark and I was surprised that no lights were on. As eldest brother I went to check on my dad. No sound in the room I found him sobbing on the bed this time starring at the watercolor of my mother. This time he looked up at me and acknowledged my existence. "She is beautiful," he said. "Si," I said risking Spanish. "Le ame siempre," he responded. "Ella era mi madre tambien," I answered back. We hugged for the first time in a number of years and he admitted to liking my artwork and suggested that the boys and I travel on through Europe rather than stay with him for the week as originally planned. Of course he did keep the watercolors. Europe ------ I called Jim to explain the situation and he approved of us moving on and traveling and suggested I visit Antonio in the morning to have him re-arrange our itinerary. Jim also cautioned me to remind the boys that when we got back home the matter of our grades would be discussed. In the morning, I visited Antonio at the travel agency and he planned an itinerary that took us through France with a trip through to Paris and then onto Bonn, out to London and then back to Madrid in time to catch our flight back. Back at my childhood home, my father was still locked in his room. I said goodbye to him through the door and with my twin lovers headed out for our European adventure. On the walk down to Ribadeo and to the train station, Kyle made me promise to fuck at least one other person and "borrow" that person's tie permanently before we got back to the states. I agreed to take up the challenge also relieved that my escapade had not upset them as it had initially seemed. Paris ----- In Paris we were somewhat more linguisticly leveled since my French is not nearly as strong as either my English or my German. We spent about four days and did touristy things: Eiffel Tower, Louvre, Arc de Triumph, etc. However given Jim's generous spending allowance, around USD$10,000, we did it in style. For example I managed at the last minute with the help of MegaCorp's concierge service to get us into several top rated restaurants including Faugeron and L'Arpege. At night we toured some gay clubs--something the twins never are willing to do back in the States for fear of being recognized. I did however have one slight tweak in mind for them in Bonn which was that we would be meeting Gerhard's master and watching Gerhard at "home" so to speak one night. Bonn ---- Our visit in Bonn was predominated by our residence if you will allow the term. I had not explained to the boys what I had in mind, but just that I had a friend "Kurt" in Bonn who had a nice house. Never having visited Bonn as an adult, or post-unification and I was unfamiliar with the city. The taxi bill was expensive but the house we were standing outside of was stunning. I rang the doorbell assertively. A handsome middle aged man greeted me, "Willkommen." Clad in tight leather he was gorgeous to behold and I could definitely see what Gerhard would see in him. "Kurt?" I inquired. "Aber selbstverstandlich dummer Junge," he responded insulting me in a friendly fashion. "Sie sprechen nicht Deutsch," I said trying to open a window of conversation for the boys. "Silly boy," Kurt repeated, this time in English, while patting me on the head affectionately, "you should have told me your friends didn't speak German." "Will you be inviting us in?" "Of course, how rude of me," Kurt continued, "come in, come in." The inside of the house was, well, interesting. The place was quite dark and the first impression one got was of a vampire's abode. All of the windows were drawn with thick dark curtains and there was only minimal lighting in the rooms. Kurt lead us to a library and I could sense the twins' discomfort with our host and our potential sleeping arrangements. Kurt seemed aware as well and suggested we might want to relax upstairs in the guest room. The boys agreed and Kurt led us up a narrow staircase to a modest guestroom with a bed that was close in size to a US double. The curtains were completely drawn and only a single spotlight illuminated the room, poorly. "Relax for a while," Kurt said, "we can all get dinner later, no?" I nodded as he left. As soon as he left Lane opened the curtains letting light stream into the small room. "What's going on," he asked. "Kurt is Gerhard's master and he invited us to stay with them for a few days," I explained. Lane grabbed me and nearly threw me against the wall before Kyle checked his twin brother. "He won't even know," I explained referring to Gerhard. "He's a slave boy and Kurt keeps him hooded and we aren't going to be in direct contact, I thought you would find it fun to see how Gerhard lives." Lane pulled his punch but slammed me in the gut nonetheless. Clearly angry and unable to verbalize his anger he had lashed out. But upon hitting me and seeing me double over slightly he immediately turned and collapsed on the bed frustrated. "Look, I'm really sorry, I thought you would think it was cool to see Gerhard like this and Kurt promised me that Gerhard will not have a clue you guys are here or even that I am here." I lay down on the bed next to Lane and told him I was not angry that he had hit me and that I would not tell dad about it or punish him for it. It took both Kyle and I about ten minutes to reassure Lane that neither of us was going to stop loving him even though he had hit me but we also both made him promise not to hit me again. Gerhard ------- We had all ended up laying on the bed when a knock came at the door and then without so much as a pause the door opened revealing Kurt. "Good you boys have settled down," he said directing the remark at us generally. "Gerhard has been quite neglectful of his body care," Kurt said his English slightly broken as he motioned for us to come to a back bedroom. Tied to a cross our young college friend was hooded and thoroughly restrained. Three other young men around our own age (~18-19) were present in the room. Unlike the twins and myself they were naked and completely shaved head to toe. Not so much as an eyebrow was present on the three of them. They all also had thick leather and metal collars fastened around their necks and their hands were shackled behind their backs. "Allow me to introduce Albert, Wilmar, and Reinhard," Kurt said and as each boy's name was said the young man bowed his head slightly. "Albert is oldest at 28, Wilmar is 25, Reinhard 22, and oh, Gerhard is tied to the rack, he is 18." Lane suddenly found his tongue again, "how long?" "Since each was legal," Kurt answered. "They are your slaves," Kyle asked. "Yes, they serve ~my~ sexual needs only," Kurt explained. "So why let that one go to college," I asked pointing to the restrained slave boy who was at college with us. "It amuses me," Kurt answered unconvincingly. "Seriously?" "Because he had wanted to go and his father had told him that because he was a fag he was good for nothing and would never amount to anything his one wish was to go to college so he could show his dad his degree," Kurt explained. Looking more closely at the three unshackled boys I noticed something else quite shocking, each had been castrated. Perhaps sensing what my eyes had taken in, Kurt explained, "Gerhard is currently on chemical castration drugs until he is 21. After which point if he wishes to stay with me, he will have to have the surgery." Photo Shoot - Castratos ----------------------- Ok so although Albert, Wilmar and Reinhard were not genuine castratos in the traditional sense of having been castrated before puberty their physiques were striking and I resolved to get permission to take some serious photography. Kurt consented for the three slaves and ignoring my lovers and Gerhard's plight I wandered off to find a better lit room with the three slaves for a photo session with my digital camera. I ultimately use the pictures from that shoot in my second semester project on the human form and in particular I ended up sending an award winning print of Albert back to Kurt to hang up. Kyle and Lane filled me in on watching Gerhard's torment later that evening. Apparently Kurt does not believe in hitting the boys so instead they are put into sensory deprivation of various sorts when they misbehave. In his words, "the psychological impact is much more devastating." Gerhard had an IV line into him and had been hooded, plugged and catheterized in an upright position for nearly 72 hours by the time we had entered the room. Urination was only possible when Kurt opened the valve on the catheter. Defecation was into a bucket after enemas were administered. Food was withheld and the only source of hydration and electrolytes was the IV. Gerhard had a four day total sentence coming to him and Kurt made some adjustments to the IV flow and administered an enema in front of Lane and Kyle and also showed them in detail how sensitive the boy's body had become. Lane was encourage to twist Gerhard's nipples and watch the bound german boy writhe in agony from the intensity of the sensation. Kyle then was encourage to run a feather on the soles of the boy's foot. Gerhard struggled vainly against the bonds and every touch was like an intense electrical jolt. Kurt interrupted my photoshoot along with the twins and suggested that the three of us enjoy some of Bonn's restaurants. Release and Return ------------------ Gerhard was due to be released around nine o'clock the next day and Kurt wandered in midday waking the three of us up from an all night orgy after dining out. "I was not sure if you would stay for Gerhard's unveiling," Kurt asked. The twins looked at each other and seemed to talk without exchanging a word. Then Lane said, "No, but he will undoubtedly figure some of this out when he sees Rafael's art pictures." Kurt looked at me slightly disappointed and I shrugged. Kyle suggested, "we wouldn't mind heading back a day early." "Ok," I said. Without bothering to get dressed I hopped out of bed and wandered down to Kurt's office where there was a phone and called the airlines directly to move our flights around. Thankfully when one has a full price first-class ticket they are extremely accommodating. The flight was in about four hours and so we got dressed and Kurt had called a cab for us. At the airport the check-in girl found herself cooing all over the twins and not appreciating that I spoke German, after all I handed her a Spanish passport, had said a few rather entertaining things in German to the young lady one stand over. One thing I constantly find traveling with the twins is that heterosexual women seem to fall all over them and the boys are quite accommodating of the attention. Feigning a reasonably high level of interest and always willing to chat. After we got through security we were invited at the gate to enjoy the first class lounge. On board the plane we found ourselves in a similar seating arrangement to our flight out with the twins in one pair of seats and me with a young, but different, German business executive. The twins grinned broadly at me from across the aisle and I nodded back that I would do my best to claim the tie from my new "friend" in the seat next to me. This one was named Albert and it turned out he worked for the same company as Helmut--not that I told him I knew Helmut. The irony. When Albert discovered that I spoke German relatively fluently he showered me with affection. He was unmarried and quite attractive. We had a brief layover in Amsterdam and after we took back off heading for Detroit I allowed my arm to wander a bit far past the armrest onto his lap. He made no effort to move my hand and seemed to smile at me. After a few minutes of my arm resting against his leg he maneuvered my hand towards his crotch. ~bingo~ His hand then followed across the armrest towards my crotch and he grabbed it firmly and smiled at my broadly. In a hushed voice he whispered: "my boyfriend is meeting me in Detroit." "My boyfriend is sitting right there," I whispered pointing with my free hand towards Kyle. "BOTH?" I decided that the lie was easier, "No, the one on the far side is straight, but cool. Bathroom?" "Ja," he said standing and walking back. I would swear Kyle winked at me from the corner of his eye and I headed for the bathroom discretely. The bathroom was cramped and I locked the door behind me fairly certain the stewardesses had not noticed me joining my German companion. I took out a condom and motioned for Albert to stick it on my cock. Albert obliged and stooped down in the tight quarters of the airplane bathroom to start sucking my cock. He clearly enjoyed it and I grabbed his tie and used it like a dog leash to turn him around and force my cock into his waiting fuckhole. I used the tie like a dog lead forcing him to rock back and forth on my erect tool. As I ejaculated into the condom I let go of Albert and turned him around and forced my tongue into his mouth while I used a hand to remove his tie. He tried to protest, complaining the tie was a gift from his boyfriend. I took it anyhow, slid my cock back into my pants and left the restroom. Nobody was waiting and I noticed the door lock behind me. I returned to my seat and handed the tie to Lane who quickly fastened it around his neck. When Albert finally returned to the seat about thirty minutes later he looked quite relaxed and asked for his tie back. I pointed over to Lane and said I had given my boyfriend the tie as a token. Albert turned red and begged me in German to return it. I shook my head apologetically and offered to let him fuck me in the bathroom later if he wanted. Albert shook his head and thanked me for a great fuck. In Detroit we boarded a plane for college where dad, met us. Grades ------ Dad gave us all huge warm hugs when we landed and at that moment I realized that my father back in Spain was just to be my father in blood and name only. In the car, dad handed us our report cards still in their sealed mailers Jim could be intrusive at times, for example scanning our computers for pornography, but generally was quite respectful of our privacy. Lane went first opening his envelope and reading his grades aloud: ` Lane Thompson Fall 2001-2002 Semester Grades Freshman English Section 2 3.3 Calculus I 3.0 Philosophy I 3.7 Business: Micro Economics 3.0` Kyle followed quickly repeating the routine: ` Kyle Thompson Fall 2001-2002 Semester Grades Freshman English Section 2 3.3 Calculus I 3.3 Philosophy I 3.7 Business: Micro Economics 3.0` I followed suit somewhat surprised by my difficulty in the jock-cakewalk class of "Philosophy": ` Rafael Paz Fall 2001-2002 Semester Grades Freshman English Section 25 3.0 Calculus II 4.0 Philosophy I 3.0 Photography I 3.7 Fine Arts: Painting 3.7` (For those unfamiliar with the common grading systems used at American Universities a 4.0 is an A and a 3.0 is a B making 3.7 A- and 3.3 B+. There generally is no A+.) I was also a bit surprised by the different grades for the boys in Calculus since I had worked hard on tutoring them in that course and they had handled their introductory Business course, general micro economics which aplomb. Instead of going back to school--besides there were another few weeks left of winter vacation--we headed to the Thompson home. Jim asked the boys, and me, to meet him out at the pool house in an hour to discuss our report cards and our schedules for next semester. Write the Author ---------------- These stories are e-mail'ware, show your appreciation by dropping some feedback (in English) to the author at toplegal@yahoo.com. $$