‘Two Weddings and Not One Funeral’ – by Stephanie White

“That was really a nice wedding, wasn’t it Hutch?” David Starsky said to his partner as they sat in the small airplane seats.

Hutch nodded, “Yeah, she really was a beautiful bride, wasn’t she?”

“I’ll say! Really was nice of her to invite me too.”

“Starsky, you’re practically family!” Smokey Bear said. “Of course you were invited!”

Starsky grinned, “Yeah, Harrie is like the little sister I never had. It was kinda fun watching my kid sister get married. Next up is my brother.” He said as he clapped Hutch on the shoulder.

Hutch grinned, “Yeah, I’m next.” He turned around in his seat for a moment. “And if I hurry, I can be next to the bathroom. Be right back.”

Hutch got up and that left Smokey and Starsky sitting with a seat between them. Smokey turned to her companion. “Hey Starsky, could you do me a favor?”

“Anything, just name it!”

“I want you to come shopping with me.”

“Shopping? Not another jewelry store, huh?” Starsky said, shuddering inwardly as he remembered holding her lifeless body in his arms after she was shot in a robbery attempt.

She chuckled grimly, “No. Not another jewelry store. I was thinking bridal shop.”

Starsky’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Uh…Smokey? What do you need my help in a bridal shop?”

“I need a second opinion on my dress. You know what he likes, you can help me pick it out.”

“I don’t know…I ain’t exactly a fashion maven or nothin’”

“I don’t need a fashion maven. I need someone who will be able to tell me when I find a dress that will have his jaw on the floor. Please?”

He melted under the puppy dog eyes that she turned on him. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

“You’ll do what Starsk?” Hutch’s voice surprised them as he returned to his seat.

“He’s gonna ask Julie to be one of my bridesmaids for me,” Smokey said hastily.

“Uh…yeah. I’m sure she’d be thrilled.” Starsky said.

Hutch looked between his fiancé and partner suspiciously for a moment before crawling over Starsky to sit down.

“You can ask her when she picks us up at the airport,” Smokey said.

As soon as Hutch leaned his chair back and closed his eyes, Starsky mouthed, “Really?”

Smokey nodded and whispered, “I was gonna ask her anyway.”

Starsky grinned and settled back to watch the in-flight movie.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“DAVID!” Julie’s voice echoed through the terminal as Starsky exited the plane. She ran forward and practically leapt into his arms. Starsky’s carry on bag was promptly dropped as he found he couldn’t hold it and her at the same time.

“Missed you, honey!” he said as he hugged her so tightly her feet left the floor. Then he kissed her passionately in the middle of the milling crowd of travelers trying to find loved ones and wondering if their luggage would be joining them on this trip.

After a minute, Starsky felt a tap on his shoulder. He used one hand to smack at his shoulder as though he were swatting a fly. The tapping was back – this time it was accompanied by a voice.

“Starsk, you gotta come up for air sometime.” Hutch’s voice was vaguely impatient.

Reality broke through Starsky’s fantasy and he remembered where he was. He pulled back and looked sheepishly at his partner.

“Sorry Hutch,” Starsky said as he retrieved his bag from where he let it drop. “Come on, let’s get our luggage and go home.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The next day was gray and cloudy. Starsky was awakened by the insistent ringing of the telephone. He moaned and started to roll over, only to find his arm pinned under the warm body lying next to him. Julie stirred slightly at his movement, but he managed to get his arm free without waking her.

“Hello?” he said quietly as he picked up the phone.

“Starsky? It’s Smokey. We still on for shopping today?”

“Smokey? Oh…yeah. Sure. What time did you wanna go?”

“How ‘bout you meet me at that deli on tenth street at noon. I’ll buy you lunch and then we can go from there.”

“You mean Tommy’s?” Starsky asked.

“That’s the one.”

Starsky grinned, “I’ll see you at noon!”

Julie woke up as he leaned over her to hang up the phone. “You’ll see who at noon?”

“Would you believe Smokey wants me to help her pick out her weddin’ gown?”

“You? I didn’t know you knew anything about bridal wear.”

Starsky shrugged, “I don’t. But I do know what’ll knock Hutch’s socks off and that’s what she’s lookin’ for.”

“You’re meeting her at noon?”

“Yeah.”

She eyed the clock. “It’s only nine now. I think we have time for breakfast before you have to leave.”

“Breakfast?”

She let a hand wander down his chest and under the covers to grasp him lightly. He groaned under her touch and she grinned. “Breakfast.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“You gotta be kiddin’ me!” Starsky exclaimed as Smokey came out in the first dress.

“What? Too much?” she looked down at herself in the strapless white mini-dress with two small slits up both sides (they were small slits only because the skirt was too short for longer ones).

“More like not enough!” Starsky said. “It’ll have his jaw on the floor alright, but it’ll also have his jacket over it before the minister finishes saying ‘dearly beloved’!”

“Well, we’re just starting,” Smokey said as she headed back to the dressing room.

When she came out in the next one, Starsky said, “Now that IS too much.”

The white, pearl-encrusted gown had huge puffy sleeves and a skirt (with hoops and crinolines) that extended a good three feet in any given direction.

“He ain’t gonna be able to get close enough to kiss the bride!”

“Good, I was hoping you’d say that,” Smokey said. “This thing weighs a ton!”

She disappeared into the fitting room again.

“What are you? Little Bo Peep?” Starsky said with a grin.

She looked down at herself. “It IS a bit peasant-ish, isn’t it?”

“Any more and you’ll have a flock of sheep followin’ you down the aisle.”

“Uh…Smokey, I thought we were pickin’ out wedding dresses, not lingerie.” Starsky said as she came out in the next selection

Smokey looked down at the white slip-dress. “This IS a wedding dress.”

Starsky shook his head, “No, somethin’ like that goes UNDER a wedding dress.”

She sighed and moved back into the dressing room.

After nearly a dozen more dresses, Starsky sat up and whistled. “THAT’S IT!”

She looked down at herself. “You think?”

“It’s perfect! He’s gonna love it!”

She grinned and went to place her order with the sales clerk.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Wedding Announcements –

Bear – Hutchinson

John and Sharon Smith are proud to announce the upcoming marriage of their daughter Smokey Bear (formerly Mary Smith) to Kenneth Hutchinson. The wedding is to take place at the St. Francis Church of God on Saturday, July 2 at 2:30 in the afternoon.

Ms. Bear is a zookeeper at the Los Angeles County Zoo and Mr. Hutchinson is a police detective with the BCPD.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Starsky, Hutchinson, in my office.” Captain Harold Dobey snapped at his two detectives.

Starsky and Hutch looked at each other and then headed into their captain’s office.

“You wanted to see us, Cap’n?”

“Yeah, the fire department has asked for our help in finding an arsonist. Someone is burning hotels.”

“I read about that,” Hutch said. “Most of the fires never got out of the ballrooms where they started.”

Dobey nodded. “Yeah, the boys in Arson think it’s probably some disgruntled hotel employee getting revenge on all hotels.”

“Hey Cap’n. Why are we being brought into this? Can’t Arson handle the investigation?”

“They’re trying, but they’re not getting very far. They asked for help from my best. You two are my best.”

“But Captain Dobey!” Hutch cut in. “I’m getting married in three days. What if we can’t do this in the time allotted?”

“Then Starsky’ll pick up the slack when you leave.” Dobey said matter-of-factly. “I’m not going to ask you to give up your honeymoon, Hutch. You don’t have to worry about that.”

“Yeah, but Cap’n, I don’t want to leave Starsky on the streets alone with an assignment like this either.”

“Whatsamatta Blintz? Afraid I can’t handle it?”

“That’s not it, Starsk. I just don’t like the idea of you going after some maniac without me to watch your back.”

Dobey sighed. “Alright look, I’ll make you a deal. You spend the next three days getting and following up on as many good leads as you can find. Then, when you get married, if you haven’t wrapped up the case by then, you guys turn over what you have to Arson and let them follow up. Knowing you two, you’ll get more good leads in three days than they’ve managed to get in three weeks.”

Starsky looked at Hutch, “Well, Blondie?”

Hutch nodded, “Works for me!”

“Good, now go get started,”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

When they got back to their desks, Hutch found a message to call Smokey. He picked up the phone and dialed.

“Meredith? It’s Hutch. She available? Okay…Hey Beautiful. Got your message, what’s up?” Hutch listened for a moment. “Uh-huh…okay…yeah, I can do that. No, really, it’s alright. I’ll do it. Yeah…Okay, I’ll see you tonight. I love you too. Bye.”

As he hung up the phone, Starsky grinned at his partner. “What else is she havin’ you do?”

“I have to drop a check off at the country club for the reception. She was gonna do it but is tied up with last minute budget meetings all afternoon.”

“We can do it after lunch, okay?” Starsky said as they headed out to the Torino.

“Sure, Starsk. Thanks.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The Twin Oaks Country Club was renowned for its party facilities and Smokey and Hutch were lucky to be able to reserve it for their wedding reception.

Hutch got out of the Torino. “It shouldn’t take me but a minute. I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be here,” Starsky said as he watched his partner walk into the building.

Starsky got out of his car and sat on the hood, letting the sun shine on his face as he waited for his partner to return. Suddenly, there was the sound of an explosion from inside the building and people started running out into the parking lot. Starsky looked at the faces of the people running by, praying that Hutch would be one of them. He wasn’t.

With a muttered curse, Starsky jumped off of his car and ran headlong into the building. There was thick black smoke everywhere. He dropped to his hands and knees and tried to see if there was anybody trapped anywhere. Well…not just anybody…one body in particular…finally he found what he was looking for.

Hutch was lying on the ground, unconscious. His face was blackened and there was blood running down his temple. Because of the dirt and debris, Starsky couldn’t tell how badly his partner was hurt, he just knew he had to get him out. Moving into a kneeling position, Starsky lifted Hutch over his shoulder and then stood up, holding the blond man in a traditional fireman’s carry. Blinking rapidly against the smoke in the air, Starsky quickly carried his precious burden out of the building.

Laying Hutch on the ground, Starsky yelled for someone to call an ambulance and then began a cursory examination of his partner. As he moved his hands over Hutch’s limbs looking for broken bones, the blond man began to stir.

“S-s-Starsky?” he muttered.

“Right here, Babe,” Starsky answered. “I ain’t leavin’ you.”

“Are we trapped in the building?”

Starsky looked at his partner in surprise, “What made you say that?”

“Well, it’s so dark here, I figure we’re buried, right?” Hutch was rapidly blinking his eyes, trying to see.

Starsky caught his breath. Dark? “Hutch, I dunno how to tell you this, but we’re outside. The sun is out. It’s daylight.”

“Then why can’t I see anything?” Hutch said in growing alarm. He began flailing his hands around slightly only to have them caught and held by his partner.

“You probably hit your head or somethin’.” Starsky said, trying to sound reassuring. “You’ll probably be able to see again once your head gets better.”

“Starsky, am I blind?” Hutch asked in a voice tinged with panic.

“Temporarily,” Starsky said, praying hard that he wasn’t lying. “You just relax, Babe. The ambulance will be here soon and they’ll take care of you.”

Starsky folded up his jacket and placed it underneath Hutch’s head. Then he sat with him, holding his hand and stroking his hair, all the while speaking soothing words to his best friend.

After what seemed an eternity, the ambulance pulled up. Hutch was by far the worst of the injured party and he was attended to first. Starsky tried to stay out of the way of the paramedics – not an easy feat considering Hutch refused to let go of his hand.

As Starsky tried to let go to get to the Torino, Hutch clutched at him that much tighter. “Starsky, don’t leave me.”

“Alright, Babe, alright,” he said soothingly. “I’ll go with you. I ain’t gonna leave you.”

“Thank you,” Hutch whispered as his eyes closed and he passed out.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Starsky paced the waiting room when a thought struck him. SMOKEY! He hadn’t called her yet. He quickly went to the courtesy phone and dialed the number to the zoo.

“Meredith? It’s Dave. Is Smokey in? Can you interrupt her? It’s important. Yeah, I’ll hold on.”

Finally, after a few minutes, Smokey came to the phone.

“Starsky? This better be important. I’m up to my ears in budget meetings and the board doesn’t like being interrupted.”

“Smokey listen,” Starsky cut off her tirade. “I’m with Hutch at Memorial Hospital. There was an accident. Can you get down here?”

“What happened?” her voice was barely more than a whisper.

“I’m not all that sure. We stopped at the country club and he ran in to drop off the check. There was an explosion. I dunno if it was the gas cooker or what, but he got the worst of it I think.”

He heard her gasp on the other end of the line.

“He really needs you. Can you get here?”

“Uh…yeah…I’ll get Fred to cover the rest of these meetings. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” She said quietly. “Starsky? How is he, really?”

Starsky sighed. “When the ambulance came to get him…he was blind.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Smokey Bear bolted into the waiting room and was immediately grabbed into a hug by Starsky. “How is he?”

“I dunno,” Starsky murmured into her hair. “I haven’t heard anything yet.”

After a moment, she pulled herself together and out of Starsky’s grasp. She paced for a moment before stopping to bury her head in her hands. “It was supposed to be me, you know. I was supposed to drop the check off. Why wasn’t it me?”

“Hey, don’t talk like that!” Starsky said as he grabbed her shoulders. “It wasn’t your fault. There was no way you could have known that somethin’ like this would happen.”

“But…”

“No buts about it! If it had been you, Hutch’d be here sayin’ the same thing. It ain’t your fault and there’s no way you can take the blame for this one!”

“What am I going to do? Starsky, I can’t lose him! Not now! We’re getting married in three days! We’re so close!”

“You’re still gonna get married! It’s gonna be a beautiful wedding too.” Starsky said reassuringly. “Maybe you’ll have to put it off a little, but you WILL get married. There is no way I watched you try on all those damned dresses for nothing!”

Smokey allowed herself to chuckle at that and Starsky silently congratulated himself on making her feel a little better.

After another couple of hours, the doctor came in to see Starsky.

“How is he doc?” Starsky asked as Smokey clutched his arm for support.

“Overall, he’s fine,” the doctor said and both Starsky and Smokey closed their eyes in relief.

“His injuries were minor. He has a slight concussion and a lot of bruising, but he’ll recover.”

“Uh…Doc?” Starsky was almost afraid to voice the question. “When we were waitin’ for the ambulance, he said he couldn’t see. Is he gonna be blind?”

The doctor sighed, “I wish I could tell you one way or the other. His eyes were burned but there didn’t seem to be any debris in them that would cause serious damage. We’ve bandaged his eyes and they’ll remain bandaged for at least a week. Then we’ll be able to see if it’s going to be permanent, but right now we’ll have to just give the burns a chance to heal before we know anything.”

“Can we see him?”

The doctor nodded, “He should be settled in his room by now. Room 432.”

“Thanks Doc,” Starsky shook the man’s hand and Smokey followed suit. Then the two of them went upstairs to see Hutch.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Hutch was sitting up in bed. He had been cleaned up since Starsky had last seen him. There were angry red burns on his face and arms. The bandage over his eyes stood out stark white against the burned skin.

“Hutch?” Starsky said tentatively.

“I’m awake, Starsk,” came the weary reply from the bed.

“You need anything?”

“Besides my vision? No, I don’t think so.” Hutch said in an irritated voice.

“The doc says it might not be permanent. You just gotta be blindfolded for a week. You can handle that, can’t you?”

“An extended game of blind man’s bluff? Yeah, why not.”

“Hey Lover,” Smokey said quietly and Hutch froze.

“Starsky, why is she here?”

“Why wouldn’t I be here?” Smokey asked, vaguely annoyed that he didn’t ask her directly.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want you to see me like this.” Hutch said.

“I don’t care what you look like. I love you. I will always love you. I am going to marry you.”

“What if this is permanent?” Hutch said in an anguished voice. “How could you marry a blind man?”

“If I love him, how could I not marry him?” Smokey countered. “Besides, what’s all that stuff they say in the ceremony…for better or worse, in sickness and health. Like it or not, you’re stuck with me Lover.”

Hutch reached out blindly and found himself with an armful of his fiancé. She moved to kiss him and pulled back hastily when he gasped in pain.

“Sorry,” he said a little sheepishly. “I guess I got a little burned there too.”

“Never be sorry for something like that,” she said firmly.

“Hey Hutch,” Starsky said. “I know you’re gonna see again. You gotta believe it too.”

“Yeah, sure Starsk.” Hutch said – not at all convinced.

“You need incentive? How’s this – I’ve seen her wedding gown. It’s gonna knock your socks off! How’s that for incentive?”

“Starsky’s seen your dress?” Hutch said, sitting up a little. “That’s not fair!”

“It most certainly is fair!” Smokey said indignantly. “It’s bad luck for you to see me in it before the wedding. I just took him along so I could pick out something that would completely floor you. He knows what you like, so who better to ask?”

“What does it look like?” Hutch said eagerly. “Paint me a picture.”

Smokey chuckled, “It’s white. That’s all your getting. You want to know what it looks like? You have to get better and see it at our wedding.”

“What if I’m blind?” Hutch asked in a quiet voice.

“Then I’ll give you a detailed description and we’ll adapt. I’m not letting you give in; do you hear me? Your eyes have only been bandaged for about two hours and already you’re picking out names for your guide dog. I have two words for you Ken Hutchinson: STOP IT!”

Hutch chuckled in spite of himself. “You’re right. You’re both right. It’s just bizarre – hearing the world without being able to see it.”

“I know it is, Partner,” Starsky said. “But you’re gonna recover. You gotta believe it. If it is permanent, I know it’s gonna hurt like hell, but you ain’t alone. Between Smokey and me and Dobey and Huggy, we’ll get you through this, okay?”

“Okay,” Hutch said meekly, knowing that these two people loved him too much to let him wallow in self-pity.

Just then the door to the room opened and Dobey walked in. “How’re you doing Hutch?”

“I’ve been better,” Hutch answered his captain with a sigh.

“Just thought you boys would like to know. It was arson. Same type of incendiary device used in the hotel fires.”

Starsky looked at Dobey. “I thought he was only hitting hotels!”

“It would appear he has a thing for party rooms. All the hotel fires started in the ballrooms. I guess he’s just expanding.”

“The theory was he was a disgruntled hotel employee.” Hutch said thoughtfully. “I think we can rule that out. Although, it could be a waiter or maybe someone whose party went really badly.”

“That’s a possibility,” Starsky said as he ran his fingers through his hair. “Maybe the guy’s party was a bust and he couldn’t get his money back or somethin’ like that.”

Dobey nodded thoughtfully. “Get R&I checking the hotels that have been burned. Find out if they’ve had any parties that went wrong or customers that might have caused any trouble.”

Starsky nodded and stood up. “Hey Hutch, I’m gonna go get started trying to find the nut that did this to you. You gonna be okay?”

“You just find the bastard, okay Starsk? I’ll be okay.”

Starsky took one last look at his partner and left the room. Suddenly, Smokey jumped up.

“Oh God! The wedding! Hutch, what are we going to do?”

“I guess we put it off for a little while,” Hutch said a little sadly. “I want to see you come down that aisle. I am not going to stand up there blindfolded.”

“Well, in that case,” Smokey said. “I’ve got an awful lot of phone calls to make.”

Just then, a nurse came in with some pills for Hutch. “Just something to help you sleep,” she said as she handed him the pills and poured a cup of water.

“Why don’t you go ahead and go make the calls,” Hutch said after he swallowed the pills. “I’ll be fine here.”

“I’ll stay with him until he’s asleep,” Dobey said quietly in her ear.

“Okay, I’m going,” she said. She leaned in to kiss him again when she remembered the last time she tried. “I want to kiss you goodbye. Where aren’t you burned?”

Hutch pointed to a spot just below his left ear. She grinned and leaned down to gently kiss the spot. “I’ll see you later, Lover.” She whispered as she pulled back.

She patted Dobey on the shoulder and then moved out of the room.

Dobey, meanwhile, made himself comfortable as he watched Hutch drift off to sleep.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Starsky re-entered Hutch’s room about ten minutes later. Dobey looked up.

“What are you doing back here? I thought you’d be out trying to find that nut.”

Starsky shrugged, “I’ve got R&I running a list of all party disasters in the hotels that’ve been hit. It’s gonna be a long list. They told me it’s gonna be a day or two before we get it.”

Dobey sighed, “Okay. I’m gonna head back to the office. He’s been doped up, so he’s probably asleep by now.”

“No, I’m not,” came a quietly slurred voice from the bed. “Starsky?”

“Right here, Babe. I ain’t leavin’ ya.” Starsky went over and picked up his partner’s hand as Dobey left the room.

“You should go home,” Hutch said as he leaned his head back against the pillows. “I’m fine. I’m jus’ gonna gosleep.” He slurred.

“I ain’t leavin’ ya.” Starsky said firmly.

“Yes you are,” came a voice from the door.

Starsky turned and was faced with a large woman in a nurse’s uniform. “Mr. Hutchinson needs his rest and he can’t get it if you’re in here. Visiting hours ended ten minutes ago and you are leaving now!”

When Starsky started to protest the nurse grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and dragged him out the door.

“I’ll see you later, Hutch!” he called as she shut the door behind him.

Starsky sighed in irritation and went home.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Julie knocked on Starsky’s door. He opened it and smiled wanly at the brunette standing in the rain.

“I came as soon as I got your message,” she said. “Is he okay?”

Starsky stood back and let her in before he answered. “Yeah – he’s okay. Course, that’s assuming the blindness is temporary.”

“Blindness? Oh God, David!” She moved in to hug him.

“We’ll know in a week when the bandages come off. They’re postponing the wedding.” He hugged her gratefully. “I’m really glad you came. You ever hear of an umbrella? You’re soaked!”

She sighed, “I don’t buy umbrellas anymore because I always leave them places and then forget where.”

He pulled away from her and pushed her toward the bathroom. “Lemme get you a t-shirt or something. Go dry off.”

She went into the bathroom and shut the door. As she stripped off her wet clothes, Starsky knocked at the door. She opened the door a crack and accepted the t-shirt he handed her. She put it on and it came down to an almost respectable length on her legs. She came out of the bathroom toweling her hair.

He looked her up and down with an appreciative eye. “That shirt looks better on you.”

She smiled as she tossed the towel back into the bathroom. Then, she went over to sit next to him on the couch.

“You sure you’re okay?”

He shrugged, “I wish they woulda let me stay with him. But he’s got Nurse Ratchett watching over him and she tossed me out.”

“You let a nurse toss you out?”

“I didn’t have any wooden stakes or garlic with me,” Starsky said with a grin. “I hope she’s not the one who gives him his sponge bath.”

She chuckled and then said seriously, “You really are worried, aren’t you?”

He sighed, “Yeah. I mean, what if he is blind? What am I gonna do without him? There ain’t another cop on the force I trust to watch my back as much as I trust him. I’d have to find another job ‘cause I don’t think I could be a cop without him as my partner.”

“You’ll manage,” she said as she pulled him into a comforting hug. “Whatever you decide to do, you and Hutch’ll manage.”

He held her for a few minutes, just relishing the comfort she offered. After a few minutes, she kissed him on the cheek. He returned the gesture and kissed her on the forehead. After another minute, he kissed her nose and then, finally, her mouth. His ran his tongue over her lips and her mouth opened, sucking in the wanton invader. They kissed deeply for a few minutes and he felt the tension over Hutch’s predicament turn into a tension of a different kind.

Without letting his lips leave hers, he quickly unbuttoned the blue denim shirt he was wearing and removed it. She ran her hands over his bare back and brought them around to his chest as she pushed him back on the couch. Then she let her lips blaze a trail of fire down his neck and over his shoulder and down his chest. He moaned as she nipped and kissed her way across his chest. After a few minutes of letting her explore with her mouth, he pulled her up for a soul-searing kiss. He then moved around to nibble her ear before moving his mouth down her neck. She pulled back from him long enough to lift the shirt over her head. His eyes widened – she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His lips resumed their path down her neck and across her shoulders and down. He paid special attention to her breasts and the noises she was making told him that she appreciated the effort. When her wandering hands moved down to his groin, he suddenly remembered that he was still in his jeans (and that they were way too tight) – he thrust once into her hand before she began working on the fastenings of the trousers.

Once he was naked, he rolled her over and promptly took control of the situation yet ironically he was unable to control himself. Moving frantically within her, he felt the tension increasing exponentially until finally it snapped. He cried out as he came and was aware vaguely of her moans and cries as she too exploded in ecstasy.

He collapsed on top of her and then rolled away (nearly off the couch!), taking his weight off of her slight frame.

“That was incredible,” he said as awareness returned. “I think I really needed that.”

“Not so tense now, are you?” she said with a grin.

“Oh no, tense is not a word that I would use right now.”

“What say we move into the bedroom and finish this discussion?” She said with a sly smile.

“Only if you don’t mind a quick nap first,” Starsky said sleepily. “The adrenaline rush is gone.”

“No, I don’t mind,” she said softly as she stood up and pulled him to a standing position. The two of them moved into his bed and had a very nice nap.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The next morning found Starsky back at his partner’s bedside.

“Mornin’ Hutch!” Starsky said brightly. “How you feelin’ this morning?”

“You sound happy,” Hutch said as he shifted in the bed.

Starsky came over and elevated the head of the bed for him. “I’m feelin’ pretty good. Julie came over last night.”

“Ah…that explains that.” Hutch said with a grin. “R & I turn up anything yet?”

Starsky shook his head and then realized that Hutch couldn’t see the gesture. “Uh…not yet. Apparently there have been something like fifteen hotels hit in the last three and a half weeks. They’re still gettin’ the list together. It’s gonna take a while.”

Hutch sighed. “I wish I could be out there with you. You have no idea how boring it is just sitting here.”

“I can believe it.”

“Hey Starsk, let’s go for a walk or something, huh?”

“Uh…you sure you wanna do that, Babe?”

“Why not? You won’t let me run into anything, will you?”

“Well no, but…”

“But nothing. Take me for a walk, Starsky.”

“Okay, lemme find you a robe or somethin’,”

After procuring a robe, Starsky helped Hutch out of bed and, with the blind man holding onto his elbow, he led his friend out the door.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Fresh air,” Hutch said as he inhaled deeply. “This is nice. There roses blooming around here somewhere?”

Starsky looked around and saw a rose bush several feet away.

“Yeah, a few feet to your right. You can smell that?” Starsky sniffed the air and found he couldn’t really tell one smell from another.

“I guess it’s true what they say that your other senses learn to compensate.” Hutch said. “You know, when I was in high school, I had a health teacher – Mr. Wood. He had a sister who was blind and so he wanted his students to learn respect for the blind. For a month during the school year, he would blindfold us every day in class. Well, he would blindfold half of us. The other half would help the blind half get around and do things. We would alternate days. He told us that our other senses would compensate for the lack of eyesight, but it never seemed to happen. Of course, we were only blind for one hour every other day.”

“That’s amazin’,” Starsky said. “That’s why you seem to be handling this so well so far.”

“Yeah well, I never worried in high school because I knew I could take the blindfold off in an hour.” Hutch stopped and gripped his friend’s arm. “What happens if this blindfold never comes off? I may seem to be handling this well, but I’m not. I’m scared, Starsk. What am I gonna do if this is permanent?”

“Then you’ll call Mr. Wood and thank him for that month. You’ll adapt. I’ll help ya. Smokey’ll help ya. We ain’t gonna let you down. Okay? Blind or not, you’ll be okay. I promise.”

“Starsky?” Hutch said tentatively. “I wanna go home.”

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea, Hutch,” Starsky said. “I mean you don’t know how to operate like this yet. It’s only a week.”

“I don’t care, Starsk. At least at home there are distractions. Here, all I have to do is think about what’ll happen if this is permanent. I gotta get outta here. A week is way too long.”

Hutch was starting to get agitated. Starsky put a soothing hand on his shoulder.

“Okay, Babe,” he said quietly. “I’ll talk to your doctor. We’ll see what he says, okay?”

“Thanks Starsk.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Reluctantly, the doctor agreed to let Hutch go home. He gave Starsky specific instructions on how to change his bandages and apply the eye-drops.

The first thing Hutch was aware of was something rubbing up against his leg. He bent down and captured the cat. He picked her up and held her closely, rubbing his face in her fur, enjoying the softness on his still-tender skin. The cat purred loudly and meowed in protest when Hutch put her down.

“That cat is gettin’ big,” Starsky said.

Hutch nodded, “Yeah. When we got her, she fit in the palm of my hand. She must weigh eight or nine pounds by now.”

“So why don’t you go sit down and I’ll scrounge up somethin’ for lunch, okay?”

“I can do that, Starsk.”

“Blindfolded? I don’t think so.”

“I’m not completely helpless, Starsk,” Hutch said in an irritated tone.

“I never said you were, but I think you should get used to moving ‘round with the blindfold before you try cookin’.”

Hutch sighed in frustration, “I hate this. I hate feeling so helpless.”

“I know, Hutch, I know. Look, I ain’t leavin’ you alone. Between Smokey and me, we’ll help you get the hang of this. But in the meantime, you let us handle the sharp knives for a bit, huh?”

“Where is she, anyway?”

“The zoo board wasn’t exactly thrilled with her running out yesterday. She’s stuck in meetings all day.”

“Oh. Okay.” Hutch settled down to listen to his partner moving around the kitchen. “Hey Starsk?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Starsky was puttering around in the kitchen when he was startled by a crash and a tirade of swearing from his partner. He went running into the living room to find Hutch standing there with a broken flowerpot at his feet. There was dirt, leaves and broken ceramic all over the floor.

“Hutch? You okay? What happened?”

“I tried to go to the bathroom. I guess I don’t know my apartment as well as I thought I did.”

“You shoulda called me,” Starsky said as he went over to take Hutch’s arm. “I coulda taken you.”

“Starsky, I need to learn to do this on my own.” He felt Starsky draw breath to protest. “I know, it might not be permanent, but then again, it might be. If I am gonna be blind for the rest of my life, I’d better start learning how.”

“Well, until you learn where you’ve put your furniture, at least let me help you to the bathroom.”

Hutch sighed in resignation. “Yeah, sure Starsk. By the way, what’d I break?”

“That plant that was in the blue ceramic pot.”

“Damn!”

“Don’t worry about it, Hutch. I’ll take care of it.”

“Thanks,” Hutch sighed again. “I hate this. I haven’t had anyone escort me to the bathroom since I was 7.”

“Think of it as a return to your childhood, then.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Over the next two days, Hutch gradually learned to navigate his apartment. Between Starsky and Smokey, he was never completely alone.

He was sitting on his couch, listening to a movie on television and trying to picture the action when he felt someone sit down next to him.

“Hey Beautiful,” he said. “Is that the perfume I got you for your birthday?”

“Mm-hm,” Smokey said softly. She reached out and gently stroked his face. Her hands were cool against his skin.

“That feels nice,” he murmured as he leaned into the touch. “God, I wish I could see you right now.”

She took one of his hands and brought it up to her face. “What’s stopping you?”

Suddenly, he was back in high school and Mr. Wood was having the blind half of the class ‘see’ their partners with their hands. He brought his other hand up and slowly felt her face, learning every feature by touch. Each touch put a picture in his mind and she was smiling at him. As he got to her mouth, he felt her kiss his fingertips.

She leaned in and gently kissed his mouth – which was no longer as tender as it had been that first day. After a few minutes, she stood, pulling him up and leading him to the bedroom. She slowly undressed him and lay him down on the bed. And then she taught him how anticipation can turn the entire body into an erogenous zone. Unable to see what she was doing, every time she touched him was a surprise. The anticipation of wondering where she was going to kiss him or caress him next was the sexiest thing he had ever experienced.

“We’re gonna have to…ooohhh…rememmmmmber…mmmm…this blindfold trick…ooohhh God!” he managed to gasp at one point. After that, he stopped trying to make sense; it was just too much effort with the incredible sensations she was creating in his body.

She made love to him slowly and deliberately – allowing the pleasure to build gradually as she guided him through the darkness until the world exploded in the light of ecstasy. For a moment, he saw the universe in its entirety.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Another two days and Starsky had a fairly complete list of disgruntled customers from the various hotels that had been burned.

“I think it’s a fairly safe bet that the first hotel hit is the one where we’re gonna find our boy.” Hutch said as he felt around his plate for the sandwich that Starsky had made for him.

“Sandwich is at nine o’clock,” Starsky said as he noticed his partner’s difficulty. “You’re probably right. He probably went off on the one and then decided they were all alike.”

Hutch found the sandwich and picked it up. He took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. “Did R&I give us any probables?”

“We got three. One guy’s daughter’s wedding was ruined when the groom smashed the cake into her dress. The hotel refused to take responsibility for cleaning the dress or paying for the cake or any other expenses the jerk thought up.”

“Never understood why a guy would do that to his wife. Humiliate her like that in front of all her friends and family. Did she divorce him the next day?”

Starsky looked at the report. “Yeah, she did. Okay, next one – an office Christmas party last year. They insisted on using their own caterer and nearly everyone went down with food poisoning. The hotel once again refused to take responsibility for something that they had no control over. The guy who organized the thing lost his job.”

“I’d have fired him too,” Hutch said, nodding his head in agreement. “What’s the third one?”

“Wedding party got a little rowdy and trashed the ballroom. The hotel tried to bill the bride’s father for the damages and he refused to pay, insisting he wasn’t responsible – even though it was his name on the contract.”

“When were the two weddings?” Hutch asked. “The Christmas party was over six months ago. I think if he were gonna take revenge he wouldn’t have waited ‘til now.”

“The twenty-four hour marriage was three months ago and the rowdy one was about a month ago.”

“If I had to pick, I’d say the rowdy one.” Hutch said. “The guy probably thinks the hotel was trying to soak him and decided to show them what real damage was.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I mean, if it was your typical pyromaniac, he wouldn’t care who was in the building or if anyone got hurt. All the explosions have been in fairly empty areas. All injuries were minor.”

“Most of them,” Hutch said ruefully as he unconsciously fingered the bandage over his eyes.

“Two more days and we’ll be able to say for sure ALL of them,”

“I wish I had your confidence, Starsk,” Hutch said.

“I have to be confident, because there’s no other way for me to be,” Starsky said with a shrug. “Maybe it ain’t realistic, I dunno. All I know is I have to believe it – for both of us.”

Hutch took a deep breath, trying to reign in the emotions that were flooding his being. Finally, he said, “Who was our rowdy wedding guest?”

“The guy’s name is Bruce Papier. His daughter got married and some of the groom’s family or friends or somethin’ got really drunk and caused a couple thousand dollars in damage to the ballroom. The hotel went to the man who had rented the room – that being Mr. Papier – and he claimed since no one in his family was involved in trashin’ the place, he shouldn’t have to pay. The hotel took him to court.”

“Did he win?”

“If he won, would he be burning hotels?” Starsky said with a shrug. “The whole thing was decided in a day. He was made to pay somethin’ like $5000 in damages, plus the hotel’s legal fees.”

“Does this guy Papier know anything about explosives?” Hutch asked. “That could be a key factor in whether we pursue this guy.”

“According to R&I he was a munitions expert in the army,” Starsky said, nodding – once again, forgetting that Hutch couldn’t see the gesture. “He’s our best bet so far.”

“Okay, let’s go get him,” Hutch said, standing up.

“Uh…Hutch? I hate to break this to you, but you ain’t comin’ with me.”

“What are you talking about, Starsk? We’re partners.”

“Hutch, partners have to be able to see to watch each other’s backs. In two more days, you’ll be back on the streets with me, but right now, you ain’t goin’.”

Hutch started to protest, but as he did, his hand knocked over his soda, spilling the carbonated beverage all over the table and into his lap.

“Dammit!” He yelled. Then, in a fit of temper that he had been holding back for nearly five days, he swept his arm across the table, sending dishes and papers flying. “DAMMIT!”

Starsky let his partner rant for a few minutes, knowing that he needed to get it out of his system. After a short time, Hutch took a deep breath and visibly relaxed.

“Sorry Starsk,” he said quietly. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“I do,” his partner said knowingly. “You’re blind and you’re scared and we’re all tellin’ you it’s gonna be okay and there ain’t no guarantee and now you gotta let your partner go into a situation and you can’t back him up and you’ve been trying not to get too frustrated but it’s not working and you feel completely trapped and you’ve reached a breaking point.” He stopped to take a breath. “How’m I doin’ so far?”

“That about sums it up,” Hutch said with a nod.

Starsky came over and put a comforting hand on Hutch’s shoulder. “I know how you feel.”

“How would you know?” Hutch said, once again getting irritated. “You can’t possibly know how it feels to walk around not seeing anything – wondering if the ground is still gonna be under your feet with the next step you take. You can’t possibly know how I feel.”

“I don’t know how it feels to be blind. I’ll grant you that,” Starsky said quietly. “But I DO understand the frustration. Do you have any idea what it’s like, watching your best friend struggle to do things that less than a week ago, he coulda done blindfolded? Only to discover that he can’t actually do them blindfolded? Hutch, I hate seein’ you like this. I don’t wanna think about what might happen if you don’t see again. I can’t work with another partner. If you leave the force, then I do. That scares me half to death, but staying a cop without you scares me even more.”

“I’m sorry, Starsky,” Hutch said as he held out his arms. Starsky moved in to hug his best friend.

“S’alright, Blintz,” Starsky said in an almost playful tone. “Long as we’re here for each other, we’ll manage.”

“Guess we should clean up the mess I made, huh?” Hutch said ruefully.

“I’ll take care of it,” Starsky said with a sigh. “You can’t see what you’re sweepin’. Why don’t you go lie down or somethin’?”

Hutch sighed and nodded. Then he headed out to the bedroom, swearing once as he tripped over Pippa Jr. and then again as he miscalculated the position of his bedroom door.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“I’m sorry, Starsky,” Dobey said the next morning. “There’s just not enough for a warrant.”

“But Cap’n!”

“No! Just because he was in the army and had a lousy party last month won’t be enough for a judge to issue a search warrant.”

“Could we at least put a tail on him?”

Dobey seemed to consider, “You’re really that sure about him, aren’t you?”

Starsky nodded. “Yeah. Out of that list that R&I came up with, he’s the most probable.”

“You’ve eliminated hotel staff?”

Starsky shrugged, “There ain’t too many of them with munitions knowledge – at least not the ones who would have reason to be disgruntled.”

Dobey sighed, “Okay, you can put a tail on him. You have 48 hours. If he doesn’t do anything suspicious in that time, you’ll have to get me something better than a hunch to get me to ask for a warrant.”

“Thanks Cap’n.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Bruce Papier went to the dry cleaners. He went to a deli. He went to a double feature. He went to get a haircut. He went to dinner. He went home and stayed there.

Starsky sighed. The stakeout had, so far, been a complete waste of time. He settled himself in for a long night.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Early the next morning, Starsky woke up as Papier was leaving his home. Starsky looked, the man seemed to have a package in his hand. It was about the size of a shoebox and was wrapped in plain brown paper.

‘Birthday present or bomb?’ Starsky wondered to himself. ‘I’m leaning towards bomb, myself.’

He followed at a discrete distance until Papier pulled up in front of a building. Starsky looked at the name of the building: ‘Wellington Party House and Reception Hall’.

Starsky quickly called Dispatch for a bomb squad and then exited the car to follow the man into the building.

Papier didn’t seem to notice the dark-haired man following him. There were a lot of people milling about, setting up for a party; so no one noticed a couple of extra people moving around. Papier looked around surreptitiously before slipping into the kitchen. Starsky followed him.

He watched as the man gently put the package down among a small pile of rags in the corner of the room. Then he stepped forward and pulled out his badge.

“Hold it! What’s in the package?” Starsky asked sharply.

Papier didn’t stop to answer. He made a dash and ran clean over Starsky. He turned to the kitchen staff that helped him up and said, “Get outta here. Get everyone outta here!” Then he took off after Papier.

Starsky tackled the escaping man just before he got to his car. One really hard right cross and the man lost consciousness. Starsky rolled him over and handcuffed him just as the bomb squad pulled up.

“There’s a package in the kitchen. Wrapped in brown paper, on the floor in the corner on a pile of rags.” He said and two men wearing a lot of asbestos ran into the building past the crowd of people that were running out.

After a few tense minutes, the bomb squad came out with the unwrapped package. They showed Starsky the now-disarmed bomb and Starsky dragged the now half-conscious man to his feet and shoved him into the back seat of the Torino.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Two days later, Hutch sat in the doctor’s office with Starsky on one side of him and Smokey on the other. Both of his hands held by the two people flanking him.

The doctor pulled the shades in his office and lowered the lights so that the light wouldn’t shock Hutch – if he were, in fact, able to see it when the bandages came off.

Then he took a pair of bandage scissors and slowly cut the bandages away. He gently removed the cotton covering the ice-blue eyes and said, “Open your eyes, slowly.”

Hutch opened his eyes. They were still red and bloodshot. He blinked a few times and his eyes tracked around the room until they came to rest on Starsky.

“Hutch? Can you see me?”

“Anyone ever tell you you’re eyes are the nicest shade of blue?” Hutch said with a grin.

Starsky grinned and threw his arms around his partner. “YOU CAN SEE! YES!”

Hutch started to hug his partner back when he seemed to remember that his other hand seemed to be occupied. He turned to see Smokey looking at him with tears in her eyes.

“You are so beautiful, you know that?” He said quietly.

Smokey all but pushed Starsky out of the way so that she could embrace her fiancé.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Julie was standing in the small room fixing her hair when she heard a familiar voice say, “You look gorgeous, you know that?”

She turned to see Starsky standing in the doorway wearing a tuxedo and a grin.

“You look pretty good yourself.” She said as she moved forward to kiss him. When he tried to deepen the kiss, she pulled back, “It’s taken me half an hour to get my make-up just so. I refuse to let you ruin it before the wedding.”

Starsky grinned and then stepped back for another look at his girlfriend. Her hair was piled into a loose pile of curls on her head held up with combs holding sprigs of baby’s breath. Navy blue was a good color on her. The short-sleeved, floor-length dress had very a very flattering empire-waist and a-line skirt. The bodice was embroidered with a leafy pattern and the ribbon around the high waist had a bow in the front and one at the back. The skirt was layered in chiffon. Overall, it was a gorgeous effect.

“That dress is something else!” Starsky added for emphasis.

“Smokey knew it had to be,” Julie said. “I’m not married yet and neither is Meredith. As a result, both of us have the power to get revenge with our bridesmaid’s gowns if we don’t like what she picked out for us. We just went to her and threatened pink parasols and hoop skirts.”

“You are evil!” Starsky grinned. “I knew I loved you for a reason!”

Julie grinned and walked up to him. She reached out to straighten his tie for him. She leaned forward and whispered, “I love you too.”

Starsky’s grin widened to the point it threatened to split his face. He leaned forward and kissed her quickly (knowing she wouldn’t stand for anything more until after the wedding was over and her perfect make-up job had been committed to film).

Just then, Harrie poked her head into the room, “Come on guys! It’s time!”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Due to the postponement of the wedding, the church was no longer available for another three months. So the zoo offered. The aquarium was closed to the public and transformed into a small wedding chapel. Once the logistics were worked out, it was the perfect place for a small group of family and friends attend a very beautiful wedding.

Hutch stood at one end with the minister. Starsky walked Harrie down the aisle, followed by Huggy escorting Julie and Dobey escorting Meredith. Once the bridesmaids and groomsmen were in place, the rear doors opened and the crowd stood up as Smokey, escorted by her father, began her trip down the aisle. And just as Starsky had predicted, when he saw her, Hutch’s jaw did hit the floor.

If there were ever a more beautiful bride, Hutch didn’t think he’d ever seen it. The floor-length gown was the definition of elegance. It was off-the-shoulder with extremely short sleeves. The white Lamour satin gown was form fitted, hugging every curve until it flowed out into a full skirt with a natural train. The bodice was embroidered with a rosebud design that was also used to accent the skirt and train. Her blonde hair was pulled up into an elegant mass of curls held in place by a delicate comb accented in diamonds and pearls. The veil was a simple piece of chiffon that flowed down her back like a soft breeze. Around her neck was a delicate pearl choker accented with small diamonds. The bouquet of white and pastel roses completed the look.

As they got down the aisle, the minister asked, “Who gives this woman to be married?”

John Smith stepped forward, “I do.” He kissed his daughter’s cheek and handed her over to her future husband.

The ceremony was a romantic affair. Hutch couldn’t take his eyes off of his bride except when Starsky couldn’t remember which pocket he had put the ring in. Then he looked away from her to glare at his partner, who finally found the ring in his back pocket, of all places. He grinned sheepishly at Hutch and handed the delicate gold band to his partner.

Hutch was holding his breath as he slipped the ring onto Smokey’s finger – as though if he breathed on it, the whole dream would dissolve. He released his breath when he felt her put the ring on his finger – then it became truly real.

He was hardly aware of the minister saying those magic words: “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

He looked at the man blankly for a minute and then, as the minister closed the book and nodded at him, took Smokey in his arms and gave her a kiss that promised a lifetime of happiness.

When they separated, the minister said, “Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Ken Hutchinson.”

The crowd applauded as Ken and Smokey Bear Hutchinson walked back up the aisle to form the receiving line.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The reception was held in the zoo’s butterfly garden. The large greenhouse held a myriad of flowers and an impossible number of butterflies of all colors and descriptions. Citronella candles in the middle of the tables kept them away from the food as the party settled down to an evening of dinner and dancing.

Hutch and Smokey were barely aware of the music as they moved on the dance floor…at least until her father cut in.

Hutch watched his new wife dance with her father for a moment before searching out his mother for a dance.

The evening flew by, everyone having a marvelous time. Finally, the band announced the last dance of the evening and Smokey went to change clothes to start her honeymoon. Starsky and Hutch were left sitting at a table in relative silence.

Finally, Starsky spoke, “Well, you’re a married man now. Guess I’ll have to get used to takin’ a back seat to your wife.”

“Have you felt like that the whole time I’ve been dating her?” Hutch asked, hoping his partner wasn’t as hurt as his last sentence made him sound.

Starsky shrugged, “No, not really. I mean, before, you was just datin’ her.”

“Starsky, you are my best friend. You always have been and you always will be. I love you and I’ll do my best to make sure our relationship doesn’t change too much. Smokey loves you too. She understands our relationship and she respects it. She’s not going to try to get me away from you, she knows she can’t make me choose. You have to trust me when I say you’re not taking a back seat.” He paused, “Let’s just say you’re sharing the front seat.”

Starsky grinned at his partner. Just then, Smokey came out wearing a short green dress that brought out the color of her eyes. Starsky stood up, walked over and kissed Smokey on the cheek.

“You take good care of him, you hear me?” He whispered in her ear.

She hugged him and whispered back, “I will, don’t worry.”

Then Starsky turned to his best friend and grabbed him in a fierce hug. “I love you, Blintz,” was all he could say.

“Don’t worry,” Hutch whispered to him. “It’s still me ‘n thee, partner.”

“Me, thee ‘n she,” Starsky whispered back. “Long as you’re happy, I’ll adapt.”

Finally, the two friends pulled apart and Starsky watched as his best friend and his new wife drove off to the hotel where they’d spend their wedding night. He sighed and turned to see Julie standing there looking at him with a smile on her face.

“Come on, let’s go back to my place and we’ll have a drink,”

“I’d rather have you,” Starsky said with a mischievous grin.

“You can have that too,” she said as she came over to kiss him. “You gonna be okay?”

“It depends, can I really kiss you yet?” When she nodded, he said, “Oh yeah, I’ll be just fine.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Hutch and Smokey laid back in the big bed of the honeymoon suite, recovering. She turned so that her head was pillowed on his shoulder.

“Is it just me, or was that a lot better now that we’re married?”

Hutch grinned, “I dunno. That was only our first time as a married couple. I think we should try again to make sure that it wasn’t a fluke.”

She chuckled, “I like the way you think, Mr. Hutchinson.”

“And I love you, Mrs. Hutchinson.”

They grinned at each other and then set to work trying to see if it was in fact a fluke or if it was truly better as a married couple. They did a lot of experimenting that night.

End.

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