"ITVR: Chapter 15"
Explosions.
By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane
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Shawn's reassurances went a long way towards easing his mind. If Shawn wasn't worried about people thinking something happened between them last night, then he didn't have to be worried about it either. The fleeting kiss brought a smile to Dave's face as he slipped his shoes on. He was happy that Shawn wasn't shying away from him after he'd put a stop to things between them earlier. His eyes followed Shawn, who was carrying a change of clothes, into the bathroom. That was probably the best thing that Shawn could have done. If Dave had had to watch him strip down to nothing, he wasn't sure he could have kept himself under control. From the tenseness in the way Shawn was carrying himself, he seemed rather irate about something and that wouldn't mix well at all with Dave jumping him. Something...ha! Irate about Hunter and his lies, if Dave had to guess. He didn't blame him at all. If he were Shawn, then Hunter would be nursing a bruise or two at the very least by now. Dave turned and snagged his belt off the back of the chair and was threading it through his pants when Shawn walked out of the bathroom. Oh boy. Shawn was so worked up that he'd rival Sean with the bounce in his step, only Sean's was usually due to excess sugar rather than anger. Dave didn't have a good feeling about this...not good at all. Dave could hear him speaking quietly as if he was talking to himself, but he couldn't make out any of the words. So not good. He watched as Shawn stormed towards the door and stood up, prepared to follow him whether Shawn wanted him to or not. "I'm going to talk to Hunter, Dave. You can come with if you want, but it won't be pretty." He was sure that Shawn hadn't heard his muffled snort, since he was already halfway out the door by the time Dave responded. Won't be pretty? More like it will be lucky if everyone emerges with all their limbs still intact. He followed Shawn out the door and down the hall, having to increase his pace to keep up with the shorter man. If he hadn't been watching so closely, he would never have seen the slight hesitation before Shawn pounded on the door. Leaning against the wall next to the door, his stance seemingly casual, he watched Shawn, the renewed anger showing clearly in his face. "Open the goddamned door, Hunt, and open it now, you son of a bitch!" Slipping his hands in the pockets of his slacks to keep himself from reaching out to try to calm Shawn down, Dave closed his eyes. Let the games begin. **** Kevin bit his lip as he stroked himself more firmly, not wanting to make too much noise and wake Scotty up. Their lovemaking the night before had been incredible, all the moreso because it was the first time in quite a while that Scott had taken charge like that... and that was a huge turn-on for Kev. As much as he liked playing the dominant role, he loved it even more when he didn't have to. Very few people knew that; Scott was one, but he didn't do it very often. Sometimes Kev worried that it was because he was too overbearing or too demanding, but he'd had that conversation with his lover in the past and didn't plan on repeating it. Scott had been surprised, to say the least, and his actions had proven to Kevin that he didn't have any issues with being dominant when he wanted to be. A soft moan slipped out of his mouth as he remembered that night, the first time Scott had ever been that way with him... Kevin had never truly begged before, not for anyone, but he had that night... and many nights since. And he'd loved every minute of it. It was a button that only Scotty really knew how to push, and when he chose to, Kev knew that he was in for a helluva ride. It varied every time; sometimes Scott just wanted to lead... but sometimes... sometimes his lover wanted to see just how far he could push him. The sudden sensation of a familiar body pressed up against him brought him back to the real world even as Scott pulled his hand away from his straining shaft. "And I don't recall giving you permission to play with it." Oh, dear God. Kevin shuddered at the words, recognising Scott's tone of voice. His lover was feeling playful today... "So I guess I'll just have to punish you." The moan that tried to break free as Scott's fingers wrapped around him came out as a choked cry when he felt the sharp blow to ass. The instinctive flinch forward, away from the blow, forced his cock further into Scott's grip, and he did moan as those clever fingers moved just so. The next blow caught him by surprise, delivered after a pause for Scott to shift slightly, kissing the back of his neck as he did so. Another blow, and another, and that hand never stopped moving... Kevin was crying out with every movement, tossing his head back as breathless whimpers and broken pleas escaped him. "Scott... God! Please... more..." The blows changed, coming faster, harder, guaranteed to leave lasting marks. Kev twisted in Scott's grasp, gasping, not trying to escape anymore but pushing his hips back, eager for more. His lover obliged, the warm throbbing pain from each blow overlapping and redoubling, spiraling throughout his body, driving him insane. His cock throbbed in Scott's grasp, each blow to his ass seemingly connected directly to his dick. When he felt Scott's teeth sink into his neck, sending a shooting pain down his spine, at the same time that he landed a particularly hard blow, he cried out, his hips thrusting forward into Scott's tight grasp. "Scott...!" Kev felt his orgasm start, coiling at the base of his spine, before it overwhelmed him and his body arched, his head falling back against Scott's shoulder as his hands clenched, releasing in hot jets over Scott's hand. When he finally relaxed, he staggered and would have fallen if Scott hadn't pulled him back against his own body, holding him tightly. He turned within that embrace, wrapping his arms around Scott and laying his head on his shoulder again, silent for a long moment. He realised finally that he was shaking, and that Scott was petting him, running a hand comfortingly over his back as he murmured to him. He felt... exposed, somehow, but not in a painful way. With Scott, it was never painful. Scotty always seemed to know, somehow, when he needed this, and he always gave him what he needed. Slowly gathering up the pieces of his ego and putting them back together, calming in Scott's arms, he realised that he could feel Scott's erection pressing against him. Raising his head, he met Scott's gaze, knowing that Scott could see every emotion in his eyes, and whispered hoarsely, "Love you." Before Scotty could protest, and Kev knew that he would, knew that he would say this hadn't been about him, he sank to his knees and slid his lips over the head of Scotty's cock, savoring the taste for the briefest instant before sliding forward until the hard shaft nudged the back of his throat. Using every trick he knew, he made love to Scott with his mouth, wanting nothing more than to return some of the pleasure he'd just been given. **** Adam gasped, fire singing through his veins as Chris' fingers brushed over the head of his cock. Every touch, every sensation feeling so deliciously intense because it was Chris that was providing it. When Chris pulled away from his careful stretching, Adam almost protested. He didn't want to risk hurting his lover because he wasn't prepared, but it seemed that Chris was finished waiting. "You dreamed...? God damn Adam you are my wet dreams come to life Babe...." Those words only served to increase his trembling. That Chris wanted him as much as he wanted the gorgeous blond was more than he had hoped for, but the fact that he did already had Adam wishing for more. Neither of them had spoken of anything past this one night, but Adam was sincerely hoping that it would lead to much more. He relished every point of contact between them: the hand clenched tightly on his shoulder, the way their foreheads were pressed together with their breath mingling between them, the way Chris' thighs framed his hips just so, and the way Chris' hand held him so firmly as he prepared to take him inside. The gentle press of Chris' lips against his gave him a point of focus for a moment before it was blown away by the sensation of Chris' silky heat closing around his hardness. His world narrowed down to just the two of them. In that moment nothing else mattered. Chris' body clenched so tight and warm around him, the breathy moans and whimpers echoing in his ears, the eye contact between them...everything so intense that it was almost too much. The only thing that kept him in check at that point was the thought that he didn't want to disappoint his lover...and that word now applied to Chris in more than one way, though he wasn't near ready to admit it out loud yet. He was almost scared to keep his eyes locked with Chris' for fear his emotions would be clear enough for him to read without him having to say a word, but he couldn't look away. Adam's hands flew to Chris' waist as he raised himself so slowly that it seemed to take an eternity. Then Chris slid down his throbbing length, grinding against him and Adam couldn't help the gasp of surprise that came from him. The erratic pace that Chris set had him moaning in no time at all, not to mention the sparks of pleasure that rocked through him as he heard his name from Chris' lips. He slid one hand from Chris' waist to tease over his hip before lowering his hand to wrap around Chris' hot swollen cock. Leaving his hand loose for the moment, he let Chris' own momentum force his length through his hand. The hand still on Chris' waist clenched tighter as Adam leaned in to nuzzle against Chris' throat for a moment before nipping gently at the warm flushed skin. He licked slowly over where he'd nipped, enjoying the slightly salt taste. "Fuck, Chris. Love being inside you, sweetheart." He tightened his grip slightly on Chris' heated flesh, hoping to draw more sounds from him. The vibrations against his lips pushing him that much closer to the peak. "Love the sounds you make...so damn sexy." **** Scott clamped down tightly on the reaction that Kevin's cries provoked in him. He had a feeling that he loved these special times between them just as much as Kevin did, though he tried not to let on. He was pretty sure that Kevin didn't realize the reason he hadn't taken charge more often was because he was selfish. He had enjoyed Kevin's dominance way too much when they were together before. There was at least one area of his life that he didn't have to worry about trying to control, not that he'd been so spectacular about controlling any of the other areas. Since he'd managed to get clean this time around, he'd faced exactly how selfish it had been of him to hold out on Kevin. He planned to make it up to Kevin now that his lover had taken him back, given him another chance. Kevin had admitted to him once before that he liked not having to be in charge all the time. Scott hadn't taken proper notice then, but he had remembered. He had to admit that hearing Kevin cry out and beg for more, watching his lover drop the strong façade that he showed to everyone else, his letting Scott see a side of him that no one else got to see... that showed a level of trust that Scott had come to crave. Now that he was more in control of his own life, he planned to make his forays into control with Kev a more frequent occurrence... anything to make Kevin happy. From the sounds he was making and the way Kevin arched into his blows... Kevin was very happy at the moment. At Kevin's plea, Scott increased the pace and strength of his blows, giving Kevin exactly what he'd asked for... more. He could tell that Kevin was getting close... the way his cock was throbbing in Scott's hand, the desperation in his cries. Scott leaned forward and sank his teeth sharply into Kevin's neck... it was one of Kevin's triggers and Scott wanted to push Kevin over the brink he was hovering on... just as he delivered a sharp stinging blow to his ass. Scott relished the way that Kevin arched against him as he came, trusting that Scott would support him. His eyes locked on Kevin's face as he felt the first spurt of Kevin's release bursting over his hand. Beautiful... that was the only word to describe his lover in that moment. As Kevin collapsed against him, Scott held him tight, allowing his lover to turn towards him when he was ready. Kevin's head rested against his shoulder and he could feel the way Kevin was shaking from the force of his release. He stroked his back gently to help calm his lover. He knew exactly how Kevin was feeling right now, having been on the receiving end of a spanking more than once himself. "Love you, Kev. Love watching your face, hearing the sounds that you make when you come for me," he said quietly as he continued his petting. When Kevin raised his head, Scott could read everything he was feeling in his eyes. The love that was shining there made his heart skip a beat. God... he'd never get tired of seeing that look in Kevin's eyes. He felt it even before Kevin's whisper reached his ears. He was about to return the sentiment once again, but before he could get it out, Kevin was in front of him on his knees. Scott was about to protest, despite his aroused state, that Kevin didn't need to do what he was about to do. This time had been strictly about Kevin and Kevin's needs. He would have been completely happy to finish their shower and get dressed without anything more. If Kevin was satisfied then so was he. Kevin didn't give him the chance to say a word. He hadn't even managed to open his mouth before Kevin's was wrapped around his cock. Scott gasped quietly as he watched his shaft disappearing between Kevin's lips, a moan slipping from his throat as he felt the head hit the back of Kevin's throat. "Kev, you don't have to..." Kevin must have known what he was going to say because he chose that moment to pull back, scraping his teeth gently over Scott's shaft until he reached the head, which he circled with his tongue. Scott whimpered quietly, his eyes drifting shut, knowing that Kevin was determined to see this through. He reached for his lover... one hand falling on his shoulder for support, the other tangling in his wet hair as Kevin bobbed his head slowly, drawing him back into that wet heat. He was thankful that Kevin grabbed hold of his hips to keep him from thrusting forward. Scott didn't want to hurt Kevin, but the urge to move was so strong. He loved the way Kevin's mouth wrapped around him, sucking strong and hard as he pulled back. Even with their previous lovemaking, Scott knew he wouldn't last long at all. He gave into the sensations Kev was evoking in him... the teasing of his tongue, the gentle way he scraped his teeth over the sensitive skin. Scott forced his eyes open and looked down at Kevin as he neared the edge. Kevin's eyes locked with his and then Kevin released the tight hold on his hips. Scott was so close that he couldn't control his reaction, his hips bucking hard forcing his cock into Kevin's mouth. He cried out as Kevin hummed appreciatively around his hard throbbing shaft. The vibrations proved too much, his hips thrusting forward as his release exploded from him into the warm welcoming heat of Kevin's mouth. "Kev! Oh god... Kev!" Scott shouted as he fought not to collapse on top of Kevin. Scott dropped his other hand to Kevin's shoulder, using both to support him for a moment as he panted harshly. His legs trembled slightly as Kevin pushed himself from the floor of the shower with a slight groan. Kevin's arms wrapped tightly around him as his lover moved them both under the cooling water of the shower. Scott shivered slightly as they rinsed themselves off, but considered a cool shower completely worth the time they'd just shared. Hopping out as Kevin turned off the water, Scott grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself before grabbing a second and holding it out for Kevin. As Kevin stepped from the shower, Scott wrapped both the towel and himself around his lover for a moment, basking in the tenderness as Kevin held him in return. He leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to Kevin's lips as he began toweling him dry. "Love you, Kev," he said with a smile as he tossed the towel in the corner. Scott kissed him gently one more time before heading out to the main room to find his clothes, leaving Kevin to put on the ones he'd brought into the bathroom with him. He sighed in contentment as he pulled clean jeans and a tee shirt from their suitcase. Technically the tee shirt was actually Kevin's, but Scott pulled it on anyway, smiling over the way the cotton felt so soft against his skin just like Kevin's hands when he touched him. His smile slipped to a frown as he remembered there were things they needed to get done today before their flight. He hoped that Kevin wouldn't be too much of a growly bear when he insisted on going to see Hunter, but he was determined not to let the situation between Kev and Hunter go on any longer. They also needed to go see Shawn and make sure he was okay. Scott wasn't looking forward to either visit but they were necessities. Scott smirked as he told himself that no matter how much Kev pouted, Scott was going to get his way. **** At least the shower meant he didn't feel any worse. Hunter was pretty sure he had a day full of traveling, appointments and never-ending phone calls. Maybe if he just cancelled his day he could crawl into bed and pretend the world didn’t exist for another twenty-four hours. He’d have to talk to Shawn sometime, he knew that. Would have to handle looking into his beat friend’s eyes and know that he’d pulled one over on Shawn. A man Hunter had once sworn he’d always be there for. Pulling on his shorts and dress pants, he sat on the bed, head in his hands and wondered if he'd made the worst mistake of his life last night. "Open the goddamned door, Hunt, and open it now, you son of a bitch!" No. That wasn't Shawn. No way. But the unmistakable voice came loud and clear through the rattling door making Hunter’s hopes a lie. Shit. Hunter quickly glanced around the hotel room and sighed. No time to clear away the bottles or the glasses. He sniffed. At least the room didn't smell too bad, Ric must have opened the balcony before he left. Rising from the bed, he walked to the door like an old man. Hunt knew from experience it was better to have an inch of wood between you and Shawn when he was angry. Putting both palms on the door he wondered if he could feel the heat of the beautiful man through the wood. Resting his forehead on the door, he imagined what Shawn would look like. No way was he letting his best friend in, right now his defenses weren’t just down, they were practically non-existent. "Go..." Hunt swallowed as his parched throat cracked the words. "Go away Michaels. It's 7 am." Michaels? Do you really think that will work? Oh great...Vince was back in his head again. **** Adam's words made him shiver. Which was insane as he was burning up from inside and out. The fingers stroking his cock in time with the hard rod in his ass, meant CJ was enjoying the best of everything Adam had to offer, and enjoying it he was. His orgasm was bubbling up to his knee caps right about the time Adam called him 'Sweetheart' again. Chris gave a moment's thought, a moment was about as much as he was capable of in this position, to trying to suppress the wild exhilaration about to blow his head off. But he couldn't and he wouldn't suppress anything. Adam seemed to be getting off of Chris' uninhibited reactions, so he let go the reigns on his self-control. Once more entering that hyper/high mode of pure feeling, CJ started talking against Adam's lips as if having a complete, manic, dirty one-sided conversation. "Doesn't that feel great?... ooh yes... just great... marks of out ten for this Babe... uhh... more like five stars... god yes, right there... do that, do that, do that!... never even thought... never thought... liked me... liked you... fucking wanted you... want you, Adam... want you... god... you are so beautiful... fucking love it... ahhhh… yes... again... damn... your hands are so incredibly perfect... perfect... feels right... ummmm... yes... keep doing that, keep doing that..." Chris wasn't coherent enough to wonder if Adam would be put off by his unintelligible babble, he was too busy feeling and dying and letting that burn run from his thighs to his brain. The hard sex slid into him again and again, stretching him, sending his nerves alight, Adam's hands twisted and pulled at his cock until Chris' eyes crossed. Deep inside the erotic haze into which CJ's mind had taken a nose dive, the command to keep Adam with him was beating like the throb of a drum. Chris slid his hand from the headboard and rubbed his fingertips over Adam's chest, softly scraping each nipple with a fingernail. "Like that Babe?... ahhh... please tell me you like this?... God... you're so fucking good Adam... I want you to like this Babe please... that okay?" Thumbs now to torment to the small nubs. "You feel so good... god I want you... c'mon yes... that's wonderful... there... there... there..." And the wildfire has taken him over, stealing his voice at long last and rendering him a creature of sensation. Chris' climax bolted out of him, spreading his seed across Adam's fingers and spasming the muscles in his body to an almost painful degree. Desperately he held onto Adam's hair again, locking eyes with green orbs almost inhuman at the moment of ecstasy. He had no voice, but his lips shaped one word. **** Staring at the door, bouncing impatiently as he waited for an answer, Shawn refused to think about whether or not this was the best way to handle things. It probably wasn't, but it was the only way he knew right now, and Hunter had succeeded in doing something that very few people had done in the past: Ripping away every last shred of Shawn's patience until he was so angry he almost couldn't think. "Go away Michaels. It's 7 am." What the hell was up with that? The only person he was "Michaels" to was Bret, these days... and Vince, when he was pissed off at him. He'd never been "Michaels" to Hunter. His best friend's refusal to use his name did something to him, wounded him somewhere deep inside in a way that he'd never known was possible. Shawn's eyes narrowed as he glared at the door, biting back the pang of concern that tried to well up at the sound of Hunter's voice. Whatever the man had done to himself last night, it couldn't possibly compare to what he'd done to Shawn. And however bad it was, it wasn't nearly enough. He was aware of Dave next to him, leaning against the wall in an almost forcibly casual pose, and wondered briefly what the big man thought of him now. It'd been years since he'd lost his temper like this... well, no. He'd never lost his temper like this before. He'd never had cause to. Speaking of which... he pounded on the door again. "You'll open this fucking door, Helmsley, or I'll goddamn well break it down," he snarled, one hand flat on the door. His fingers were almost itching with the need to hit, punch, do something, and if Hunt wanted to play obstinate with the door, Shawn would be more than happy to demonstrate his current willingness for physical violence on it. It was only a hotel room door, after all... not Hunter. Something inside him cringed at the thought of hitting Hunter for real, rather than the almost playful fighting they'd done off and on for years on the show... but something else loved that idea. **** "Can you two grab our bags? We checked in earlier, so it's just our ring stuff." Sean nodded at Kevin, the big man turning to get out of the limo. Smiling over the way Scott grabbed Kevin's hand and practically dragged Kevin behind him, Sean turned to Glen and raised a brow. "Was it just me or was Scott acting a little strange tonight?" he asked his lover who was watching the retreating forms of the two men as well. "Sean, it's Scott. Since when do any of you guys act normal?" Glen said, a grin on his face and shrugging his shoulders before he moved to climb out of the limo. "Hey!" Sean hollered as he followed Glen out of the car, watching in appreciation as the big man leaned over to pick up the bags the driver had set on the curb. Shaking his head ruefully over how easily Glen could distract him, Sean bounced over and picked up his own bag. "You are so going to pay for that later," he said nodding, "but seriously though... don't you think he was a bit off even for Scott? And what he said to Kev... I just worry about him... both of them sometimes after... " Sean studied the sidewalk for a moment as he remembered some of the not so good times that Kev and Scott had gone through. Glen smiled, his manner softening as he looked at his normally bouncy lover. "I know things were bad for awhile Sean, but I honestly think Scott has a grip on things this time," he said as he watched the car pull away from the curb. Grabbing Sean's hand he led him towards the doors to the lobby. "If there is something going on with him and it's something important, you know that eventually Kev or Shawn or Scott is going to tell you about it." They'd both noticed the omission of Hunter's name. Hunter had been so distant lately that Sean was worried about him too. He and Glen had talked about it more than once, but neither had any suggestions as to what to do about it. Glen had suggested talking to him about it, but Sean knew that Hunter would more than likely tell him it was nothing and send him on his way. The alternative being Hunter growling and then changing the subject to something related to work. Sean figured Hunter should be way happier being married to Stephanie than he was, and that bugged the hell out of Sean. What was his problem anyway? Maybe he'd mention it to Kev at the next show. "Yeah, I guess you're right," Sean said as they reached the elevators. Turning and smiling at the man he loved, Sean suddenly regained his bouncy attitude. "So...what about those plans you have for tonight?" he asked with a wicked grin. "They don't involve cherry ice cream by any chance, do they?" Glen laughed loudly as they stepped through the open doors into the elevator. "God, Sean, you are completely weird. You do realize that don't you?" "Of course...but that's why you love me, babe." Sean said with a confident smile as he followed Glen into the elevator car, his arm slipping around the larger man's waist. **** "Go away Michaels. It's 7 am." He managed to hold his casual stance, though just barely. Hunter's gravelly voice spoke of a rough night, but the words he chose spoke much louder. Michaels? Dave couldn't remember ever hearing Hunter address Shawn that way outside the show. Obvious provocation? Maybe. Dave figured that more than likely it was self-defense. If Hunter thought he could get Shawn mad enough to leave, he was dead wrong. Shawn was already madder than Dave had ever seen him and he didn't think Shawn was going to just walk away when he was this pissed off. "You'll open this fucking door, Helmsley, or I'll goddamn well break it down." If it weren't for the parties involved, Dave would have been amused over his apparent recently developed talent for mind reading. This was already getting ugly and the two men hadn't even set eyes on each other yet. The way Dave was feeling though, he was ready to break down the damn door himself. They couldn't settle anything if Hunter insisted on hiding behind a hotel room door, not to mention that if Shawn kept shouting in the hallway they were bound to draw attention to themselves. He didn't really care about it, except for the fact that Vince would have a fit if he found out they were airing their dispute in public. Dave turned his head and opened his eyes. Shawn looked like he wanted to really do some damage to something...or someone. Dave sighed silently. This wasn't going to be pretty...not pretty at all. **** Adam smiled as Chris started his litany of incoherent babbling. That Chris was as talkative in bed as he was out of it really didn't surprise him at all. He did find it rather adorable though and sexy as hell, especially considering some of the things that Chris was blurting out. Five stars? Damned if he wasn't happy about that. As long as Chris was happy with what he was doing, Adam was completely thrilled. That Chris had wanted him... still wanted him... he wished to god that he had known. Maybe it wouldn't have taken him so long to get up the courage to talk to Chris about it. Now that he had...he would give anything to have this night repeated... again and again and again. Chris' compliments had him nearly blushing. Beautiful? Chris didn't have to look any farther than the mirror to gaze on someone beautiful, yet he considered Adam to be beautiful? Thoughts flitted through his mind, barely registering, but creating a warm glow in his chest. He tucked them away for later consideration, the conflagration burning in his cock much to powerful to allow any lingering sentiments. As Chris' nails scraped across his sensitive nipples he cried out in answer to Chris' babbled inquiry. Adam growled low and husky as he felt Chris' body tighten around his throbbing length. Then Chris' release shot over his hand and Adam whimpered as the warm silky muscles in Chris' ass clenched spasmodically around his cock. Chris' hands winding tightly in his hair sent a bolt of pleasure straight down his spine to his balls and he could feel himself poised on the precipice of his own explosive release. When his eyes locked with the normally blue, now almost black eyes of his lover, he shuddered. He barely caught the movement of Chris' lips, but that one word soaked into his over-stimulated brain and gave him the last push that he needed. "Oh god Chris!" Adam kept his eyes locked with Chris' as his hand moved from Chris' cock to join the other at Chris' waist. His hands clenched uncontrollably and a loud deep growl erupted from his throat as he thrust upwards and poured his seed inside Chris' welcoming body. Panting harshly, he leaned forward, despite the hold Chris had on his hair, and covered Chris' mouth in a feral kiss. As he pulled away he locked his eyes with Chris' once more. "Chris," he said, his voice cracking momentarily. "Sweetheart, that was so fucking incredible...beyond anything I ever dreamed. You... you are incredible, Chris." **** to be continued... |