12 comments/ 61552 views/ 3 favorites Read My Story By: TalyisBagley Mich_Mosh has writer's block and when she has a bizarre trick-or- treater visits her door, her stories come to life for her readers. Taboo, romance and control, "Read My Story" weaves the lives of three couples in this fun story by Talyis Bagley. ************************ ************************ Ghosts The cursor blinked repeatedly. Peggy sat at her computer, while the TV drama droned in the background. Her mind was blank; she couldn't find the words to even stimulate a good story. She started with a single word: Ghosts. She had promised herself that she would write a good ghost story. It was a genre she enjoyed reading but had never had the guts to write. She had high standards for ghost stories and she felt it wasn't worth writing if it wasn't up to par with the many stories she had enjoyed reading. Still, nothing popped into her mind -- no characters, no plot line, no conflict. Nothing. She tapped on her mouse lightly, humming to herself, "Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts." Nothing. "Argh!" she growled, throwing her head back in frustration. The doorbell rang and she quickly jumped to her feet to answer the door. She grabbed the bowl of candies she had already prepared for the early evening. "Trick or treat!" a princess and a pirate screamed at the top of their lungs. Her small Michigan neighborhood organized trick-or-treating for the children the Sunday before Halloween weekend because in previous years the local teenagers had caused so much trouble on Halloween night that it rivaled Detroit's Devil's Night. "Hi, Peg." Ray grinned, standing behind his kids. They each had a pillowcase and were eager to fill them up. "Hi, you're my first customers." Peggy smiled brightly, trying to not seem too eager to please Ray's children. Peggy and Ray had gone to high school together and had been good friends. She had always hidden her deeper affections for him. She even hid it when she attended his wedding to his college sweetheart. The only place she expressed her angst was in her stories on Literotica. The rogue men she described were always based on Ray. "Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat!" The little pirate sang hopping up and down. His pillowcase billowed in tempo. "Adam," Ray scolded. "Be nice. Sorry, Peg." "It's no problem. Here you go, kids." Peggy put two pieces of candy into the kids makeshift goodie bags and smiled at Ray. "Here's one for you too." "Aww, thanks, Peg, but I've had enough sweets for a lifetime," he declined, patting his barely-there pudge. And they say Hagen Daas is for women," he joked. His laugh always made her want to melt. "It's still hard?" Peggy asked sympathetically. "Yeah, at times." Ray said."You're lucky you've never married." "Hmm." Peggy arched her eyebrows but said nothing. "Hey, did you read any of my stories yet?" she asked, eager to change the subject. "No, sorry, haven't had the time." It was always the same answer, Peggy noted with frustration. "Hey, we should have dinner sometime." "Yeah, that would be nice," she said. She always said that but they never would actually make arrangements to have dinner. It was a friendly ritual. "Well good luck trick-or-treating, kids." She patted the little heads and smiled again at Ray. "Say 'thank you, Ms Randolf'," Ray instructed his kids. "Thanks," the kids echoed. "Bye, Peg. I'll try to read your stories tonight," Ray said, and guided his kids down her doorstep to the driveway. Peggy closed the door and sighed, leaning back against her door. Since the day that she had learned about Ray's divorce she had felt incredibly awkward. Her small flirtations seemed to fall embarrassingly flat. She didn't know why she had even told Ray that she wrote erotica, or why she was so insistent that he read her stories. Ray's wife had had an affair, and she knew that the possibility of having a romantic chance was near impossible as he had taken the infidelity hard. She pushed away from the door and returned to her computer. Ghost. The word stared at her defiantly, declaring that she was not going to get anywhere with this story with the first word of the first sentence. The doorbell rang again. She quickly erased "ghost" and ran to the door to treat more neighborhood kids. Eventually the sun set and the kids on the street had returned to their homes. Peggy tried to think of ideas for her story hoping to get some inspiration from the dozens of interesting costumes that roamed on the street. Sighing, she closed her door and unwrapped the only piece of candy she allowed herself that night. Dieting was never easy but she was very proud of her will power that night. The doorbell rang again. Peggy eyebrows creased over her eyes. "You're a little too old for trick-or-treating." She had opened her door to a tall, skinny body encased in a skin tight black suit and gloves. He or she wore was a bright yellow and green round mask, the kind you see in Japanese animation films that look innocent but are very eerie and creepy with their round face, vacant black eyes and empty expression. The person said nothing, did not even hold a bag, or move. He only stood. "Um." Peggy shrugged her shoulders and bit the inside of her mouth,."I'm sorry, I just ate the last piece of candy." The strange person said nothing, only turned his head slightly to the right. "Maybe next year...?" She stepped back but the person didn't move from her doorstep. She was getting more and more anxious. The bizarre person's blank face was really scaring her. She screamed and jumped back as he contorted his body. He bent towards her, the black abyssal eyes in the masked face staring into her soul. His arm snapped up above his body in an impossibly straight line as if he dislocated his shoulder. Long black fingers touched her forehead and the world went black. *** Jason had one hand on his cock and the other on the cursor button, scrolling down the screen. His roommate was playing a gig with his band and he had the room to himself. Jason was embarrassed to admit that he read erotica; in his opinion it was really for women, but he loved to read incest/taboo stories on Literotica. He clicked on a title he had read often. He scrolled quickly past the writer, Mich_Mosh's thanking of her editor and other inspirations to start reading the story he so identified with. His parents had divorced and then his mother remarried during his senior year of high school. His mom met a guy on the internet soon after her divorce. Things had progressed rapidly and she eventually relocated them to his town and married him. Mitch -- Jason couldn't bring himself to call the new guy "Dad" -- his age. He had fallen in love at first sight with Kelis, but it was impossible to be with her since she was his step-sister. Jason and Kelis shared many of their high school classes together and had graduated sitting next to each other. His mother had insisted he take Mitch's last name. Then they went their separate ways. Kelis got into an Ivy League school on the East Coast while Jason was stuck at the state school. Jason couldn't find too many stories that had unrelated siblings and the idea of mother/son and sister/brother was too taboo for him. Mich_Mosh had the perfect story for him: the girl was in-love with her step-brother, but he was away at war. Jason had just reached the moment when the step-sister welcomed her step-brother back in his bedroom at the end of his homecoming party. She had padded into the room, her perky young breasts had strained against her bra, highlighting her aroused nipples. The step-brother was sitting at the edge of his bed. his penis stirring as his step-sister began to pull her tight t-shirt revealing her navel, the bottom of her... "Jason?" a voice called from outside his door. He looked down at his penis -- red and standing at attention as he had been stroking it. Precum leaked. "Who is it?" he called, grabbing a t-shirt from his bed next to the desk and covering his pulsating cock. "It's me. Kelis." Was this real? Was Kelis really outside his door? Jason got up, pulled his sweats on, whipped deodorant under his arms and used the hand sanitizer he got from the school in their anti-swine-flu welcome-back kit. "Kelis? What are you doing here?" he said as he opened the door. Kelis was indeed standing in his doorway, her blond hair pulled back in a ponytail as usual. She wore the same outfit he had pictured on the step-sister in the story. A tight t-shirt with pink writing across her breasts. He had to blink his eyes in to convince himself it was real. His sister's nipples were indeed small, straining pebbles under her top. "Sorry to come unannounced but I missed you so much, Jason," Kelis explained, pushing her way into his dorm room and closing the door behind her. Jason walked backwards. He couldn't believe what his sister was doing. He had suppressed his lust for her for so long, and now she was in his room, pulling her shirt over her head! Her white-lace-clad breasts were pert and jiggled as she wiggled out of her jeans. Her slender hips swayed seductively. "I know we're siblings, but we aren't related," she said in a husky voice. "I was at school and I couldn't bear being away from you." "Kelis, we cant do this," Jason choked as she crawled onto his bed. She looked delectable in her white lacy panties and bra. "Come on, Jason, welcome me home. I want to be with you," she teased. Jason gulped as his cock stirred in his sweats. Kelis swung her legs back and forth. He could catch a hint of her womanly mound. "Please, Jason." She hitched her hips forward and slipped her hand between her legs, under her panties. Jason's cock twitched as he watched her masturbate herself. "I am so hot for you. I am so wet. See?" She slid her panties aside to reveal her glistening sex to him. Jason caught his breath in his throat painfully. He had only ever hoped to get a glance at his step-sister's body and now she was displaying her swollen folds to him. "Kelis, I am your brother," he said but his body was moving up his bed between her legs. He could smell her sex dripping for him. "I shouldn't touch you," he said in a husky voice as he pushed his finger into her sex. She was wet and her hips jumped. "I shouldn't know how to make you hot." He licked her red pebbled clit, enjoying her hiss of excitement. He crawled up her body and bit her nipple through her skimpy bra. "I shouldn't suck your nipple." "Jason, fuck me. Pretend I'm not your sister." "Step-sister," he corrected and pressed his finger, drenched with her juices, to her mouth. Kelis pushed him off of her. "That's right! I am your step-sister." She pushed him hard so that he lay on his bed, then straddled him. "You pervert, you're hard for your sister," she cooed. Her hands massaged his chest and pulled his sweats clear off, revealing his cock which stood up, rock hard. His cock swelled even more and twitched as she lightly glided her fingernails down the length of his shaft. The veins in his cock pulsed. "You shouldn't show your sister her hard cock." She wrapped her mouth tightly over the head of his cock and began to bob her head up and down. Jason felt like he was wrapped in hot silk. Jason's body began to tense and his moans became hoarse. Kelis pulled herself from him, pulled his desk chair to the bed and sat. She drapped her long creamy legs over one arm rest to expose her panty-cladded pussy. Her legs swayed as she gave him tiny glances of what was underneath the lacey underwear. "You shouldn't let your sister push her panties aside and lower herself unto your stiff thick cock," she teased and then returned to him. She indeed pushed her wet panties aside and slid her slick pussy onto his cock. Jason thought he would come the first time she ground herself onto him. Her soft walls enveloped him with wet heat. He couldn't contain himself any longer. He pushed her off of him so that she was on her back, and aligned his cock to her pussy and grunted as he drove himself in. "You shouldn't let you brother fuck you silly," he laughed as he pulled himself out, feeling the cool air tease his cock before he dived back into her wet warmth. He pumped into her and felt his muscles strain as his balls were ready to explode. "You shouldn't let your brother's seed coat your pussy. You shouldn't let him cum inside you." "Oh, Jason, cum inside me," Kelis moaned and he exploded. His cock... *** Macon slapped her laptop closed. Her boyfriend was annoying her more by the second. Winslow was too nice. He always asked numerous times during sex if she was enjoying herself, then afterward she felt as if she needed to hold up a card with a "ten" on it, like some sort of Olympic sex judge. The problem was, neither of them enjoyed it. She hated all the questions, and obviously Winslow was concerned about pleasing both her and himself. All Macon wanted was for him to take her, own her, own his own passion. If he only could be like the men she read about on her stories site. She grumbled to herself realizing Winslow would never take his own, like the hero in Mich_Mosh's passionate BDSM stories. Her ears felt dirty so shetook a cotton swab to clean her ears out. She rolled her eyes at warnings from her doctor -- and her mom -- not to stick the swab into her ear. Defiantly, she held the little stick and did just that. She sighed loudly and with delight as the cotton swab hit the itch inside her ear. Winslow came into the house and heard "Ahhhhhhhhh!" coming from the bedroom. He became upset immediately and rushed to the bedroom, banging the door open. Macon was sitting on the bed, she had a smile on her face and her eyes were closed as she cleaned her ears out with a Q-tip. They had joked about it being an "ear orgasm" when you clean your ears and hit the best area clearing it of wax. "Macon, what are you doing? How dare you just masturbate in my home!" Winslow scolded and Macon abruptly stopped and turned to him with a stern look. "Your home?" she spat. "Don't use that tone with me," he said, trying to keep himself from laughing. "I caught you masturbating and having an orgasm on my bed. You should be ashamed of yourself." "Winslow!" she snapped and flopped back on the bed with a frustrated sigh.. "That's enough of that attitude," Winslow said, and Macon narrowed her eyes at him. This wasn't like Winslow at all. "You are aching for a punishment; first you masturbate and now you act like a little brat." Winslow pulled Macon's body to him easily and laid her over his knee. "And little brats need spankings to remind them how to behave." Macon went wide-eyed and then grinned wickedly as his hand delivered little pats to her bottom. She had just read a story that made her so wet. No doubt if he explored under her skirt he would find a tell-tell sign that she was indeed hot. "I wasn't masturbating, I was cleaning my ear," she protested, playing along. "Having an ear orgasm no doubt," he scolded. He grabbed her panties and roughly slid them down her legs. His fingers went right to her sex. "You are wet as a hydrant. Don't lie to me." He delivered more smacks to her bottom and she responded with little yelps. Satisfied with her rosy bottom, Winslow set her on her feet. Macon looked down, twisting herself to see her new coloring and felt like she wanted to pounce on him at that moment. "Get ready," Winslow told her. "I am taking you out to dinner. And if you are a good girl, you can have dessert." Macon quickly dressed for their night out. She liked the idea of playing a little sub with Winlsow and searched for a skimpier-than-usual outfit. She ran down the stairs in a short little black dress with patterned nylons that showed off her long shapely legs. Winslow had already dressed while she showered. He looked divine in a dark suit sitting waiting for her as he clasped his silver watch on. "What are you wearing?" he roared. "You aren't going out dressed like a tart! Go change." Macon's eyes widened in shock. Winslow never said things like that; he always told her she looked beautiful no matter what atrocity of past era fashions she wore. She had thought she was playing along, but obviously she'd done something to anger him. "Go change!! You're making us late!" he yelled and she turned to run up the stairs. "Wait. Come here." She stopped and walked over to him, unsure. "Grab your ankles and stay still." She hesitated at first but did as she was told. She heard him tsk-tsk behind her. "Not a suitable dress at all. A lady's underwear shouldn't show when she bends over." He ripped her nylons, exposing the little thong she had decided to wear. She hissed angrily as her favorite nylons were ruined. He pulled her thong down letting it sit on her thighs. He spread her cheeks apart exposing her to him. She squirmed, a bit embarrassed to be handled so flippantly, but she loved it too. "Naughty girl," he whispered and she felt something press against her sex until it popped inside of her. "Go and walk up those stairs wearing you naughty girl panties on your thighs. Why don't you put on that red dress I like. The one you wore to my brother's wedding. Oh, and no underwear," he instructed. Her forehead creased. She hated that red bridesmaid's dress. It made her look frumpy, she didn't like the cut at all, and the skirt was too long. Nothing was appealing on the dress other than the sleeves, which showed off her arms. She climbed up the stairs, embarrassed as she waddled with her underwear around her legs. At dinner, it was as if nothing had changed -- the same boring old conversation, same boring old food choices. It was as if all that had happened back at the house was a dream. Winslow waved to the waitress as Macon finished the last bites of her meal. "I'd like to order dessert," Winslow said. He looked at Macon and nodded. Macon looked at the dessert menu eagerly. She had heard this place had wonderful desserts. "I'll have the chocolate lava cake." "And for you?" the waitress turned to Macon. "She's not having dessert." Winslow spoke for her and Macon's mouth dropped. The waitress looked at Macon and then again at Winslow, not sure who to believe. "Thank you, ma'am," Winslow said, dismissing the waitress. Macon shot him a angry look. "Close your mouth, dear," he said calmly. Macon crossed her arms and leaned back. The dessert came with two spoons and she leaned forward to take a bite. Winslow pulled the plate closer to him. "You already have dessert." "What?! I didn't get to order, you bas-" Before she could finish her rant, the ball that he had placed inside of her came to life vibrating deep within her walls. "Hold your voice down, dear," Winslow smirked and continued to eat his dessert. He watched Macon writhe in her seat enjoying her own dessert. His fingers turned the dial in his pocket up and down, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm as they sat in the fancy restaurant. Her hips jumped off the seat and hitched up, bumping the table. The water in the glasses sloshed. "Oh, poor thing. Come here. I see you want to share dessert," Winslow teased in a sing-song voice. He pated the seat beside him. Macon slid over. "You know, dear, they say that chocolate is an aphrodisiac." His hand pushed the taffeta against her sex, using the dress to stimulate her. "Would you like a bite?" Macon's eyes rolled back into her head as his minstrels were doing the trick..Macon closed her eyes; all she could think about was her sex and the fact that she wasn't having it. She shook her head. "Oh, and the fight you put up because I wouldn't let you order." Winslow tsked. He turned the device in his pocket to the highest strength and Macon roared as quietly as she could while her hips undulated violently. "Ahhh. She is having dessert," Winslow whispered seductively into her ear. His hands pushed the ugly dress into her sex and she leaned into him, trying to stifle her orgasm. She could feel his fingers continue to wiggle, dragging her to another. He removed his hand and finished his dessert while she laid her head against his shoulder. The waitress returned with the bill and again inspected Macon. "She really enjoys lava cake," Winslow explained while placing cash into the black book. "Come on, dear, time to go." Winslow gave a sly smile. "Did I tell you how lovely you looked tonight? I love you, you know." Read My Story Macon smiled and stood up. She realized why he had wanted her to wear the red dress and no panties. She had two large dark spots in front and in back. *** Peggy spun her greens in the salad spinner and chopped garlic while the salad whirled to a slow stop. She dropped the garlic into the dressing bottle shook it, mixing the champagne vinegar, garlic and olive oil together. She gathered her salad and returned to sit in front of the computer. Her ghost story had not progressed at all during the week, and her mind often drifted to the peculiar trick-or-treater who had come and left her house without speaking even a single word. He had been very eerie, but she was still uninspired. It was Halloween night, and of all nights she was in a writer's block for a great ghost story. The TV prattled in the background. She listened with half and ear to the annual Halloween cartoon she had watched since she was a child, then gave up and sat on the couch, eventually watching an entire two hours of television. She turned off the TV and admonished herself sternly for not writing a single paragraph. Tomorrow, she said to herself, disappointed she couldn't write a decent ghost story in time for Halloween. She navigated to her story site, logged in and clicked to edit her profile. Halloween Happy Halloween Readers. Sorry but I am going to have to postpone my ghost story. I have writers block. I will post a new story soon of one of your favorite "other" genres. Happy Reading, Mich_Mosh She sucked air through her teeth, disappointed that she couldn't do as she had promised her readers and signed off to get ready for bed. Peggy tossed and turned, exhausted but unable to sleep. She sighed in frustration and rolled over again, then froze when she realized someone was lying next to her. Her heart pounded and she opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. Moonlight coming in the window revealed her odd Halloween visitor. The mask glowed a chilling green in the dark. The black-gloved hand reached for her neck and she felt a chill from it, colder even than the fear that rose from deep within her bones. She found her voice and screamed hysterically as she fought against an invisible straight jacket that kept her frozen in place. Her eyes never blinked. The glove moved away from her neck and towards its face. Every moment seemed disjointed yet fluid, as though she were watching through a strobe light. He pulled his mask off over its face revealing a stark white, empty abyss. Peggy hyperventilated at the bizarre sight. Then before her eyes the no-face creature disappeared. She stared at the empty space that was left behind. She was free to move again but she dared not. She just stared, eyes daring around her now-empty room, her heart pounding in her ears. She could feel the beat reverberate through her body. She felt her feet grow cold as though her blankets had fallen off. But a coldness as soft as silk moved up her legs. She sat up in the dark. Nothing. She breathed hard and finally mustered the courage to investigate. She got up and tiptoed around her home, double-checked her locked doors and windows. She closed all the curtains but because she still felt frightened, she turned on the hall lights and went back to bed. "This is why I need a man," she told herself. She cursed her single status and then huffed with deep frustration. She crawled back into bed and covered herself completely with her blankets, as she had as a child. No monsters would find her, as long as her entire body was under the blankets. Peggy closed her eyes tightly, but whimpered as the cold silk feeling returned. It rubbed her belly and then divided, one part moving up while the other moved down. She smelled peppermint, like toothpaste, before she felt the breath at her ear. Peggy squirmed and pulled into a tighter ball. It was far from over. The silk swirled around her nipple while more traveled down between her legs. She could feel it despite the fact that she had clenched her legs and pulled her knees to her chest. Smooth circles massaged her center softly, and her body instinctively responded. She heard the moan before her response. She turned over quickly -- it was not her who had made the noise. He was under the covers with her, but it wasn't the masked being. "Why are you hiding?" Ray asked. She could smell the fresh clean smell on his lips so near to hers. "What are you doing here?" she shuddered. His fingers had increased their fervent pace on her wet nether lips. He smiled and groaned softly, pleased at feeling her sex wet for him. "I live here sweetheart," he kissed her lips deeply. "What is the game you are playing tonight?" Her breath caught in her throat as his lips nipped and pulled her nipple taut. "You have children. You-you're married?" Peggy stuttered. "To you, dear. Our children our lovely, but no matter how much they misbehave they are still yours, too." His tongue swirled while his fingers continued their exceptional work on her sex. "No," she finally moaned as her toes curled. She had daydreamed being with Ray, but never had it been this vivid and real. "Ray we- you-" "Okay, sweetheart. I'll tell you." He kissed her neck sweetly. "I am the ghost of what could have been." "That's a bit Dickensian, don't you think?" Peggy managed to say. "Hey, it's your dream." "What do you mean?" Ray hummed and then appeared and disappearing in a blink. He climbed back in the bed and snuggled closer to her. "Let me take care of you." His hand returned to her body, exploring her, his lips on her neck kissing her. "This is what our night would have been like if we were together. My freshly brushed teeth. You in your silk nightgown with nothing underneath. Peggy breath's caught; she felt like Cinderella sliding her foot in the glass slipper. Her sweat pants and writing boot camp t-shirt had disappeared; even even her "granny" panties were suddenly gone. "We would be married happily." He picked up her hand, twinning her fingers with his own and showing her the wedding bands she shared with the ghost. Ghost Ray slid the blanket from over their heads and pulled Peggy on top of him. Her warm body touched his cold one which began to heat up as she threw herself into the idea of what could have been. Her hands massaged Ray's strong chest, his depression belly was gone as he had never married his real life ex to break his heart. She kissed him deeply as she had only wished she could have done all these years. His fingers rolled her pebbled nipples and massaged her breasts. His penis was more than she had ever expected. She was no virgin, but had had limited sex partners and Ray's was beautiful. She wrapped her lips around his shaft, taking him and sucking him deep into her mouth. Her tongue danced around his pulsing cock, pleased she had made him so hard. She couldn't wait to feel him inside her. She positioned herself on top of him and slid down. His cock filled her perfectly. She felt her nerves swell as he filled her. She began to grind against him. He was the perfect lover. She felt sensual and sexy with him. She loved the sound of their bodies slapping against each other. jis balls hitting her behind with each thrust he matched to her own. Their sweat mixed with the smell of sex in the air. Ray hugged her, bringing her to her side as he thrust himself into her, sawing into her from behind. He hugged her closer to him, the hair on his chest tickled her back. She loved being in his strong arms, the feel of his cock filling and emptying inside her. His every thrust hit the her bundle of nerves, expertly. She was so happy that all of her dreams had come true -- to be in love and have a wonderful life with Ray. Happiness exploded through her body. Her ghost of what could have been had fallen asleep, his arm drooped over her body and a smug post-coital smile on his face. He hummed happily in his sleep until he melted away into the darkness. Peggy woke up in the middle of the night in an empty bed. She was again in her granny panties, sweat pants and grey t-shirt that had twisted around her body in her sleep. She padded down the hall to her living room and began to type. *** Peggy yawned and stretched long as she emailed her editor her story and eagerly awaited the changes so she could post the story. She heard the mail truck's engine sputter away from her driveway. Peggy pulled on her jacket and stepped into her Wellies to get the mail. She stood at her mailbox sifting through her mail before she realized that Ray was standing next to her, taking the dog for his early morning walk. "Happy Halloween," Ray greeted her and Peggy jumped in surprise. She quickly fumbled with her hobo-ish outfit and tried to pat down her bed hair nervously. Ray just smiled. "Halloween was yesterday," was all she could say, as she blushed red. "Yeah, I guess so," Ray said. His dog circled around their legs, tethering them together. "Listen, I read your stories last night. They are..." He burned a blush and cleared his throat. "Sexual?" He laughed, feeling simultaneously relieved and awkward. . "Yeah." He just stood there, inching closer to her as his dog pulled the leash tighter around them. "Um, my sister has the kids for the weekend. Do you want to come over for dinner tonight?" Peggy smiled, her eyes looking at the ground and thinking of the "Ghost of Ray" and what could have been. She looked up at the real Ray and smiled again. "Sounds great," she said softly. The End. *********************** ************************ Thank you for reading my little story about a writer and her readers. Please don't forget to vote. Which of your favorite erotic stories would you like to come to life? Share if you would like. My pick is a story I read a long time ago in college, about a Goth girl seduced by a guy wear a mask at a club. I haven't been able to find that story since and I don't remember the author. If you know, please tell me. What's yours? Thank you PennLady, Kumani and Vic for your help on this story. Cheers, Talyis