Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2012 23:42:03 +0000 From: tom Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 108 Brief Encounters - the ever continuing saga... eekkk! First the mandatory warnings and disclaimers - basically don't read this if the naughty sexual exploits of young teenage schoolboys do not appeal. The characters depicted are fictional and not intentionally based upon any one person... although, if you do suddenly find yourself in the middle of the story just think how lucky you are! This is ostensibly a work of fiction, albeit with a few memories from my own school days plus some of the many invariably unspoken fantasies which I and my "best friends" would only ever rarely admit or allude to when we were at that very special, trusting and certainly innocent age. Today, it's very hard to imagine what it was like without the internet to immediately help conjure up fantasies based on images, webcams, stories or chat. Our sex lives were entirely dependant upon a very fervent imagination and thus being able to create our own fantasies usually based on friends and what we saw happening beneath the desk or in the changing rooms! I make no excuses for the fact that underwear features prominently in this story, because quite frankly it did, it was a very visible and tangible connection between us and our ever developing fascination with sex! It's important to remember that other than the very rare sexual extrovert, we never dared mention the subject because we were just too embarrassed and nobody understood what was happening to us anyway! You might call it a story about the age of discovery - usually in bed - or if you shared a bedroom with a brother, then discovery would be in the bathroom! Do note, at the time of writing the story itself is not finished and for better or worse, it has now turned into a work of some length but I will regularly post updates and there are more than enough pages written to keep it going! Nifty require a text file so if the formatting or punctuation go slightly up the creek you now know why! And, also during the writing for various reason I have had to change character names, so I hope for continuity they are now correct! Finally, I hope you enjoy it and please, please do let me have any comments or suggestions and for some of you I it might even jog a memory or two, three if you are lucky... I would be intrigued to learn! Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm *************************************************************************************************** >>>>>>>>>>> Just to say at long last I seem to be approaching the end of the dreaded house move saga nit builders and am back on a real pc, so enjoy the chapter. Finally your attention faithful readers as it's time to put in word for our sponsor. Or, in plain English I wouldn't be getting my epic published and you wouldn't be reading it if it were not for the Nifty Archive, so if you enjoy what you read then please, please consider making a donation to Nifty. It's very easy and painless, you just follow the donations link on the main page - I'm sure even our oversexed and luckess hero Art from the story would do it if he could - come to that, he'd do it anywhere! #################################################################### Chapter 108 – It's fuckin' `orse innit? "Wot's the fucks this then?" Nigel lent over, looked and scratched bumfluff on his chin. "It's fuckin' `orse innit?" "It's fuckin' wot?" "It's fuckin' `orse! "I ain't eaten fuckin' `orse before!" Art looked aghast. The stringy piece of meat dangled precariously off his fork above the watery gravy. "You fuckin' have." "I have fuckin' not!" "You fuckin' have," Nigel peered at it again, "every Monday, we have fuckin' `orse!" "No we don't, `cause they says it's fuckin' stew." "Ah, but it's fuckin' `orse stew innit? That's wot I said innit, we've had it every fuckin' Monday since we been at this fuckin' school ain't we?" "He's fuckin' right." said Robin enthusiastically. "It's fuckin' `orse stew innit." "Well, fuck the `orse!" Art dropped the fork onto the plate splashing the gravy over the table. "I ain't eating no fuckin' `orse again, I thought I was eating fuckin' cow!" "Nah, Nige is right, it's fuckin' `orse!" confirmed Robin looking closely at the plate. "Didn't you hear it clippy fuckin' clopping down the fuckin' road, `bout ten o'clock this morning?" asked Nigel also staring into the plate. "Shit!" Art looked really surprised. "No." "I heard it, then there a noise like a car crash just after." said Nigel. "You didn't hear that either then?" "Yer I did." said Robin. "No!" Art shook his head. "Oh shit! Poor fuckin' thing." "At least.. at least it's fuckin' fresh `orse then innit?" stuttered Robin, having to turn away before he burst out laughing. "Probably just died outside and they put it straight in the fuckin' pot then, `cause well," Nigel couldn't look at Art either, "we all knows wot them cooks and foods like yer don't us?" "It's crap food innit." confirmed Robin. "No! Oh shit, d'you really reckon this is that poor fuckin' `orse then?" Art's mouth dropped rather like the fishing line which had just caught him hook, line and sinker! "Course." replied Robin, he caught Nigel's eye which was the wrong thing to do. "Fuckin' hell I never thought that." mused Art as he stared at he fat solidifying on the surface of the said watery gravy. "Oh, that poor fuckin' `orse!" Nigel couldn't contain himself any longer and erupted in laughter to be followed a moment later by Robin. Bewildered at their actions Art just looked at them, both laughing so much tears began rolling down their cheeks. Slowly his face became contorted and he violently pushed his plate away so the knife fell onto the table. "You cunts.. you bastards.. you fuckin' made it all up..." By the end of only his very first morning at the grammar school Charles' world had been turned on it's head and not just in the academic sense either. Thanks to Alex's invasion of his shorts he had now graduated from not having the faintest idea what his cock was for to now realising it could actually be a source of great comfort and pleasure. However, that revelation directly contradicted with what his mother had told him when he was about ten. Having caught him playing with himself she had most emphatically said it was a dirty thing to do. That now posed the question, if it were such a sin then why did Alex and the other boys appear to do it and like doing it? Could his mother possibly be wrong? For Charles it was slow burning fuse and had now been lit. "Wot you done to him them?" whispered Tom, he nudged Alex and nodded towards Charles sat across the dining table. "Wot Goggles, I showed him where his willy was!" "Now it looks like he's trying to break it off!" Charles had his hand between his legs and was totally unaware that his actions beneath the table were blatantly obvious to such seasoned voyeurs as Tom and Alex. "Hey, we finished dinner so," Brian lent over to Alex, "so let's get him down the bog in a minute." "Should we hang on, `cause I reckon if we waits a couple of minutes he might have found out how to wank!" "Better still if we gets him to do in the bog?" "Or we could do it for him." Tom grinned. "Oi Gog's, come on we're off to do yer little dance." Brian poked him in the back. "Oh golly!" "Did you collect them on the jam as well then?" Alex was having extreme difficulty in trying not to laugh and it wasn't getting any easier. "I don't know what you mean?" Resigned to accept his selection of new nicknames Charles looked nervously up and very hurriedly withdrew his hand from between his legs. "Do I.. do I have to?" "Yeah, `cause you knows wot Tom said about them prefects and all that don't you?" replied Alex desperately avoiding eye contact. "You wouldn't wanna be unprepared for them would you?" "D'you see him in the corner," Tom pointed to a bored looking sixth former quietly picking at a rather scabrous pustule on his chin and dreaming of his next cigarette, "he's one." "Could be one of them `an all!" added Brian pulling a face. "One of those what?" asked Charles, as correct as ever. "Well, one of those innit? You know." Alex wisely left it there as he wasn't quite sure what one of those was anyway! Winking at Brian, Tom stood up and noisily pushed his chair back from the table and reached down for his bag. Charles continued to look nervously about not wishing to leave the relative safety of the dining hall. The bored sixth former looked at the scab caught under his dirty finger nail and scratched his partial erectionr through his pocket with his free hand. "You gotta do it sometime Gog's," said Alex, "them prefects don't take no messing about. Come on up you get." "Where are we going?" asked Charles, his hands starting to tremble as he reached down for his nice new bag. "Do I have to? Really?" "Yer Gog's, course you do. Just think of them prefects, you don't wanna mess with them!" With that Brian turned and set off briskly in the direction of the science block, one hand deep in his shorts pocket and worming under the elastic of his briefs. Alex and Tom carefully sandwiched Charles between them and at a rather forced pace set off after Brian. "Yer we is." announced Brian proudly as he threw open the door. "Shit!" observed Tom very correctly. They were greeted by the sight and smell of a soaking wet floor, blocked urinal and what looked like the disgusting effluent from an overflowing toilet coming from under one of the battered metal cubicle doors. "Uumm.. oh shit, it's much worse than usual!" Alex looked at Tom and scratched his head. "How we gonna do this?" "Oh no!" Charles looked around to see some rather ominous tubular objects floating near the cubicles. Shocked with the thought he might become contaminated his pallid face turned totally white to match his stick like legs. It certainly wasn't the high standard of toilet facilities he had been used to at his previous school. "It fuckin' stinks!" Tom quickly glanced at Charles then leaned over Alex, "We can't make the poor sod do it here, the fuckin' floors all cover in... oh shit!" "We really oughta tell that nasty caretaker bloke shouldn't we? The bogs all blocked innit?" said Brian watching a crisp packet float by across the floor. "Must have been a bloody gert turd to do this lot!" Alex started to giggle. The Aertex briefs which Art had so thoughtfully left in the toilet bowl remained snagged in a bend of the main drain as the numerous sheets of non-degradable Izal toilet paper very effectively formed a blockage in the pipe. Charles was visibly biting his lip and clenching his hands. Tears were scheduled to follow any second. "It's all right Gog's," said Brian tentatively putting an arm around him and pulling him back towards the drier floor by the door, "I think the fuckin' bogs exploded!" "Uumm... oohhh..." Charles sniffed and put a finger behind his glasses to wipe the first of his tears away and wailed. "I don't like this school, I want my mummy!" "Oh fuckin' shit!" hissed Alex to Tom. "For gawds sake don't let him start crying!" "How do we stop him?" Tom pulled a face. "Hang on... I gotta idea!" "It's alright Gog's," Alex smiled, then looked to Tom desperately hoping for some news of his wonderful idea, "we got the wrong bog.. this ones a right mess innit?" "It's horrible. It's all horrible! I don't like it here.." wailed Charles. "I want to go home!" "Tell you wot Charlie.." seizing the moment Tom sidled over to add his arm to the not very broad shoulders supported on the thin, shaking white legs. "Tell me what?" he continued sniffing and rubbing his eyes as they quickly propelled him from the toilet with all speed. "I'll... I'll go and see them prefects in their room ... just for you and.." Tom tried to sound as serious as he possibly could. "I will... I'll uumm.. ask if.. uumm.." "You will?" asked Brian incredulously, he instantly turned to face away from Tom before he exploded in laughter. "Yer and I'll..." continued Tom ad-libbing as best he could, "and I'll tell 'em they might have to wait a few days before they.. they... uumm.." "They.. they wot?" feigning a coughing fit to disguise his uncontrollable giggling Alex just had to stop and let them walk ahead. Charles had removed his glasses and was now wiping both eyes with the sleeve of his new blazer. "Well, say uumm.. that uumm.." Tom followed Alex's example and started coughing, eventually pulling himself together he rapidly concluded, "that, that they's gonna have to wait for you to get ready.. for, for yer dance!" "Will they?" croaked Charles sounding very forlorn. "Will they?" "I think so.. if I speaks nicely!" replied Tom before starting to cough again. "I think they just might, yer. uumm... well.." added Brian, he looked across and winked at Alex. "You're all so nice!" Charles took a firm grip on Tom's arm and made a point of trying to look him in the face. He wiped his eyes again. "And you three got all that extra homework just because of me." "It don't matter." Seeing the huge eyes behind the lenses was enough, Tom smiled briefly and turned away, this time it was him who blinked. "I'm sure they prefects will agree if Tom does it right," Alex took Tom's other hand and squeezed it, "they might be gert big prefects, but they ain't nasty is they?" "Don't think so." Brian winked at Tom who with both arms occupied was rapidly blinking. Having recovered from the seemingly hilarious subject of school dinners and horse stew Art had led his fearless band of two back into Mr Wood's classroom. Robin had been posted by the door to keep watch whilst Nigel stood by Art trying to keep the rubbish off the floor as Art rummaging around inside the waste bin. "Oh shit me pants is all covered in crumbs and fuckin' pencil shavings!" he said pulling the briefs from the bottom of the basket and shaking them in the vain hope the offending detritus would fall off. It didn't, at times semen was almost as good as any brand of adhesive. Or starch! "It's `cause yer cum is fuckin' sooper sticky innit?" observed Nigel, "hey, don't fuckin' shake 'em near me, I don't want yer spunky rubbish over me!" "Nor me." Robin moved over to take closer look and was immediately fixated by the large damp patch on the front. For a few moments he just stared imaging adding a deluge of cum from his own cock into the red cotton whilst being masturbated by Art. "Oi," Nigel poked Robin in the ribs, "You cumming in your pants as well then?" Instantly Robin pulled his hand from his pocket. "No.. no.. uumm.." "I knows wot you'll be doing in bed tonight, you'll be thinking of Art in his red pants." Nigel grinned. "Don't let mummy see yer jimjams though!" Now as red as Art's briefs Robin just stood there unsure what to say. "Oh shit, there's fuckin' ink over 'em as well now!" exclaimed Art in dismay holding the briefs up to the light for all to see. That soon had Robin's cock twitching through his trouser pocket, he looked around to see if his obvious movements had been noticed, which of course they had. Nigel winked. "You're a right little wanker ain't you, so me pants has turned you on then?" Art grinned. "Well just don't get it over yer sheets and let mummy see!" Blushing Robin didn't really have time to reply as Nigel pushed past. "Art, let's get the fuck outta here before we gets caught. We'll go to the bog round the corner by the history room and you can wash the crud off 'em." A minute later the three were gathered around a chipped washhand basin with Art doing his best to coax some warm water from the tap and rattling the empty liquid soap dispenser in the hope it might dispense something. "Cor, you're good at washing by hand," Nigel watched as Art rubbed at the wet fabric, "would you do my undies as well?" "I'm fuckin' good at doing a lot of things by hand!" Art grinned. "But one thing I ain't doing is washing your dirty knickers, so fuckin' piss off!" "Can I try? I ain't never washed nothing before!" "Wot?" Robin knew the question sounded utterly ridiculous and he should never have asked it, but after Art's veiled propositions what did he have to loose? Besides he would be able to finally hold Art's briefs, another plus to what had already turned into a landmark day in far more ways than one. As Art instantly guessed it wasn't the washing action Robin wanted to try, it was the opportunity to hold the underpants. Somehow he knew what was going through Robin's mind, he turned, smiled and handed them over. Could this be the first time Robin had ever been involved in anything remotely sexual with another boy? "Yeah," Art glanced at Nigel, "it's good to know how to wash things innit?" "Especially yer pants when you shouldn't have wanked in 'em!" Nigel grinned. Robin was almost trembling with excitement, never before had he had anything to do with another boy in a remotely sexual way. Like so many others sex for him, comprised furtive glances around the changing rooms and the bare facts of masturbation. Unless one had the courage or were extrovert enough to dare ask another boy there were no other sources of information. Thus for Robin to be actually holding something as exciting as the latest in skimpy underwear that had suffered the ravages and emissions of one Arthur Weldon it was an incredibly erotic event in itself. "You ain't never done nothing with nobody else have you?" asked Nigel without any preamble. "I reckon holding Art's pants is as far as you've ever got. That right then?" "Wot?" Robin knew he was now so red it felt like his skin was burning. "Don't be embarrassed." Art smiled, one of those smiles. Robin took a deep breath, pressing his circumcised member into the rim of the basin he continued to fiddle around with the wet briefs pretending to wash them and avoiding all eye contact. "You ain't have you?" repeated Nigel. "No." he mumbled and shook his head. "I've wanted to, but... but.. oh I don't know.. I'm" "You wanted to know if I had any pants on earlier didn't you?" Art smiled again and moved to stand by his side. Looking extremely nervous Robin knew he was caught between a rock and hard place, the hard place naturally being his own cock. "It's alright don't move, I ain't gonna do nothing... unless you wants me to.." Robin couldn't have moved if he'd wanted to, rooted to the spot he allowed Art to walk behind him. The hands started by first unbuttoning and then lifting his blazer out of the way before very slowly encircling his waist and running all around the waistband of his trousers. Through the white shirt it didn't take long for Art to locate for the top of the white elastic waistband that were Robin's white C and A underpants, after teasing the trousers down just enough to be able to feel the elastic all around Art paused. Robin had never felt anything so erotic before, he could feel his cock twitching inside his briefs, a wet spot was forming. He waited expectantly for Art to begin again. Standing in front, the outline of his cock through his grey trousers easily dwarfing the bulge that Robin was stroking through his pocket Nigel looked at Robin and winked as Art, standing directly behind restarted his efforts. First he removed Robin's hands from his pockets and then began running around his hands around his waist again. Stopping, his hands changing direction and began gradually moving downwards passing over Robin's trouser pockets to finish cupping Robin's buttocks. Grinning on seeing what was surely confirmation of the wet spot on Robin's trousers Nigel upped the temperature by pushing a hand down the front of his own trousers and quite obviously grasped the head of his organ. Meantime, Art's hands had restarted their own exploration and were slowly, but very surely pressing on the elastic which outlined Robin's briefs, the stubby fingers tracing it all around to finish between his legs. Motionless, Robin made no objection even when Art's hands returned to the waistband and deftly undid the clasp. Slowly falling to hang around his knees they exposed the front of his shirt, showing a shimmering patch which must have been absorbed from the front of his underpants. Unknown to Robin, Art still standing behind had now released his own trousers which fell allowing his sticky, drooling member to twang into view! Watched closely by Nigel, Art reached around to the front of Robin's briefs where he began to repeatedly slide the slimy cotton over the twitching cockhead whilst he wiped the end of his own cock on the seat of Robin's briefs. Even though Art was the perpetrator, like Robin he was fairly trembling with excitement and neither were far off ejaculation. Never in his wildest fantasies had Robin ever dreamt of anything as remotely exciting as to what was now actually happening to him. By the time Art had wrapped Robin's cock in his own briefs and taken a firm hold to start the process of masturbation, precum was already oozing through the fabric and the cue for Nigel begin masturbating inside his trousers. Nigel in particular found the situation incredibly erotic and reacted by suddenly pulled both his trousers and distinctly grubby Y-fronts down in one swift movement allowing his large cock to spring into view. Robin's eyes nearly popped out of his head when Nigel grabbed at the sticky shaft, retracted the foreskin to expose the head and instantly release several large globules of precum to drip down onto his crumpled clothes. Leaking profusely with ejaculation imminent, Art's cock had forced the rear of Robin's briefs well into his crack whilst he continued to masturbate a clearly delighted Robin through his white briefs. "Aaaahh... ffuuuccckkk..." grunted Art, pulling hard on Robin's cock he pushed his own ever deeper in between Robin's buttocks as he began to shudder before starting to ejaculate over the seat of Robin's briefs. For his part Robin could feel the hot sperm running down between his buttocks, the sensation of that coupled with Art's experienced hand was more than enough to send him into a climax like he had never experienced before. Even with the seat of his underpants thoroughly soaked and firmly wedged in his crack Art hadn't released his grip. Robin could do little but tremble as the orgasm swept through his body, his throbbing cock spewing it's hot load into his soggy underpants, leaking out through the fabric and over Art's unrelenting hand. The sight of the two boys grappling with each other as the opalescent goo escaped from Robin's briefs and over Art was enough to send Nigel over the edge. Continuing to masturbate with his trousers around his ankles he hobbled over as quickly as he could to stand directly in front of Robin and roughly pushed the head of his cock inside, past the leg opening to ram it into Robin's pubic hairs already covered in his own hot cum. His organ jerking wildly inside Robin's briefs, Nigel shot his huge load and then proceeded to massage the combined cum into the briefs and over both Robin and Art. Being sexually assaulted on two fronts simultaneously was more than Robin could take, he stood quivering sandwiched between Art and Nigel as they infused his underpants with oodles of hot spunk. Quite literally dripping with a very heady combination of all their emissions it was to be a moment he would always remember. "Fuck." breathless, Art was the first to utter a word. Taking a very deep breath Nigel opened his eyes and took a step backwards before looking downwards. "Oh bloody hell!" Robin was feeling like he didn't know what! Saying nothing, he just continued to stand there trembling with one hand absolutely plastered in semen gripping Art's hand which continued to rub his twitching organ. Strings of cum descended downwards to anoint his legs and crumpled trousers. Nigel, still grasping his own now flagging erection looked in disbelief at the front of Robin's briefs which were utterly soaked with spunk. "Oh fuck... I didn't mean to.. uumm.." "Shit!" said Art finally releasing his grip and looking at Robin standing there with a glazed expression on his face. "Hey Robin," said Nigel reaching down to pull his cum splattered briefs and trousers straight back up over his shrinking cock, "you'd better wash your pants as well!" "Wot?" Robin looked around sounding quite dazed. In the space of a few minutes he had progressed from an innocent bedtime onanist to a fully initiated member of Art's inner circle. "Get yer pants off or you'll covering yer trousers in spunk!" reiterated Art. "Look, I ain't got mine on neither!" "Yer Art, we're gonna have to help, look he's fuckin' right out of it!" said Nigel stuffing the weeping head of his cock back into his fly, "Art, come and help me take 'em off for him or he'll have to go into lessons like it!" Rather like a helpless child Nigel and Art set about removing Robin's shoes, trousers and very slimy briefs. Art having pulled his own trousers back up hadn't fastened them correctly and they soon fell down around his ankles highlighting the fact he had no underpants either. All too soon having to handle Robin and remove his briefs laden with spunk, Art started to get another erection something quickly noticed by Nigel who knew he was also getting aroused again and could probably cum for a second time. Attempting to help undress Robin only excited them further and it soon degenerated into chaos when Robin suddenly came back to life having appeared to shed all inhibitions as he started to try and grab Art's erection. Not content with chasing Art who's movements were severely restricted by his fallen trousers, Robin started to masturbate himself in the hope of persuading somebody to join him! Nigel in true mother hen mode continued to flap about trying to get both his charges more or less respectable before the lesson bell rang! He failed miserably! Dressed they may have been, but without underwear it was blatantly obvious both Art and Robin were sporting very firm erections as the near identical wet patches on their trousers confirmed. Robin after his erotic ordeal, looked a total disaster since the entire front and one leg of his grey trousers were smeared with semen and there could be no mistaking what the stains were. Luckily for Art, he had escaped relatively lightly since the majority of his spunk had ended up over the rear of Robin's briefs. It was at that point that Robin came back to earth with bang. Still holding his erection through his trousers he eventually looked at himself and saw the state of his uniform, he turned very pale . "Shit!" he exclaimed looking horrified, "It's me mum.. oh fuck, wot's she gonna say?" "She'd say," Nigel grinned, "that unless you leaves yer willy alone you won't stand a fuckin' chance before you cums in yer trousers again!" "He's dead fuckin' right." Art nodded. "We've both been without pants before and you can't bloody leave it alone. It's a fact!" "Last time," Nigel nodded towards Art, "he had fuckin' cum going everywhere in class! Once you starts to play with it through yer pocket, yer fucked!" "You'll be walking round with spunky trousers, so fuckin' leave it alone." said Art firmly. "Right now, so get yer fuckin' hand out!" "Yeah, you can wash yer pants instead!" said Nigel. "They don't half fuckin' stink!" "Alright don't go on about it." said Robin not really believing that resisting the temptation to have a gentle fondle of his cock could be so hard to do. "Get yer washing yer pants then at least then you can take 'em home. We ain't got too long before the bell." said Nigel. "Hey, anyway I wanted to ask you something." "Wot?" Robin was holding his briefs, now looking extremely shapeless with the added weight of semen. Dangling them over the basin he waited impatiently for it to fill up with lukewarm water. "Well," Nigel scratched his chin, "you gotta sister ain't you?" "Yeah, she's a year older. So wot?" "Well.. uumm.." it was to be a rare occasion. Nigel actually blushed, "have you seen her.. her.. you knows.. her.." "Her fanny and her tits?" Robin grinned. "Yeah... I've seen tits in a dirty book but I don't know wot.. you know.. wot umm.." If anything Nigel looked even more embarrassed and stuttered to a halt. Art looked on speechless. Girls! Why on earth would Nigel want to know about them! "I have, but uumm.. me.. dad.. he.. went.." Robin suddenly went quiet, his buoyant mood seemed to suddenly evaporate. "Sorry, wot is it... uumm.." Nigel looked rather concerned, "look don't say nothing if you don't want to. I only wondered." "But I wants to." Robin blinked. "I ain't never told nobody before... but dad.. well he.. umm.." "Don't say nothing unless you wants to `cause.. uumm.." began Nigel only to be cut short by the toilet door crashing open. Harry appeared in the doorway, he looked at the three boys. As if by instinct his gaze dropped to their trousers, with no underwear the erections were pretty obvious. All three looked extremely guilty and just stood there regaining their composure from the shock of being so noisily interrupted. "You dirty fucker Art, somebody said you was always at it!" Harry grinned. Unfortunately it appeared that Art was beginning to get something a reputation for being found in the toilets with other boys, certainly something he didn't want to encourage under any circumstances. Saying nothing he looked very embarrassed and swallowed hard. "You cunt, you nearly gave me a fuckin' heart attack!" replied Nigel quickly having seen Art's shocked look, he patted his chest. "Sorry mate," said Harry, "but it ain't my fault `cause I just got caught and been sent to find Art. I've been fuckin' knackered running all over the place trying to find him." "Find me? Wot! Why?" Art was thrown into panic he looked to Nigel then Robin and finally back to Harry. "Who... who want's me? Wot I done? Wot the fuck's it about?" ############################################### Chap 109 to follow