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Two Over the Rail I licked my lips and tasted my drink, sucking up the gin and staring at the two eager faces that were staring back at me. I knew from their expressions that they were the ones and that I would soon nut them both. I was in Tampa, down for a weekend of fun, and there were plenty of gay bars and there were lots of men from which to choose. Still, I was particular, and so it had taken me several nights of cruising before I had found the pair. As it turned out they were down from the north too, two lovers down for some fun and sun. They were white and untanned and stupid. Yeah...just two gay guys looking for fun. Well, as I stared at them I could imagine them begging as I opened their bags and took their stones, and afterwards they wouldnt be able to believe what had been done to them. I guess I should explain myself here. You see, I get my kicks out of castrating queers, and while I havent done that many I always savor every single one that I do. I know. What can I say? Everybodys got a hobby, and mines nutting gay guys. I grew up on farm, and Ive done my share of pigs and cattle, so doing guys isnt all that different and by the time I was in my twenties I got up the nerve and after that its been an interesting trail. Still, what can I say? Before the night when I met the last pair I had already nutted a total of ten, and so as I was looking at them it occurred to me that I was about to finish up an even dozen. Yeah, with just two more simple swipes of my knife I would have stolen twelve sets of balls, twelve bags, twelve full scrotums stuffed with the essence of everything that made a man a man. Yeah! Now, normally its just a one on one thing, where I pickup a guy and go back to his room and talk him into letting me tie him down. You wouldnt think a man would allow another man to tie him down like that, tie him tight and make him helpless and oh-so-vulnerable. But they do. And its not very hard to a man willing either. They want the action, the feeling of being helpless, to be stretched out and spread-eagled so they can squirm and struggle. The last man I did was married, living two lives I guess, coming to the gay bars on Saturday nights and having a fling before going home to his family. Shit. Well, I changed that for him, for good, and when I opened his bag and stole his stones I thought he was going to die from the embarrassment of what was happening as much as from the actual castration. God he didnt want to be unmanned! Well, he deserved it, all of it, and it was a real pleasure to do him and Im not sorry for it. He begged me the entire time, trying to tell me about his wife and kids and how I couldnt do this to him. Well, of course I could, and I did, I sure as hell did, and as I was taking his balls the look of disbelief on his face was something Ill never forget. Yeah, in fact he was fun to do! Most of the gay men Ive done allow me to tie them down for the excitement of what they think will be coming. The vast majority are even stiff and their poles are jutting as I am making the knots. Of course, when Im doing it they think its a game, just a game, and they keep right on thinking that until I pull the knife and grab their bag. Of course, at that point they realize the game isnt quite what they thought it was, but by then the truth of their situation isnt anything they can do anything about. Yeah, once I tie a man down, then the rest is easy, and I always get a kick out of watching a guy suddenly realize hes been unbelievably stupid. Of course, depending on where I am I often gag him then, to keep things quite as I watch him struggle. I especially love the look on his face then as I open up his bag, always taking my time to fish out his nuts and to steal them one by one. In a way its like I get to castrate him twice, and I savor every single moment as I am taking his balls. I had never done two at once before, but even so, doing two of them wasnt that much more difficult than doing one. The trick as always was talking them into letting me tie them down. Every guy has a different button that will drop his defenses, and for some its booze or pills or perhaps the offer of a blow. For these two it was corporal punishment, as they shared a fantasy of being spanked together, side-by-side, their naked bottoms perched up high in the air and taking the strokes from a leather strap one after the other. Yeah, these two were into spanking, and so I knew it would be easy and they were hot to go. The older of the pair was in his mid thirties, the daddy type who had his fuck-boy with him for a little fun in central Florida. He obviously had the money, and it was the money and the security that had attracted the younger of the two into the relationship. The big man was overweight, and he had a beard too, which I dont really like on a man, but as I stared at it I knew that I would remove the balls that fueled the growth of it, and once his nuts were out of his bag his beard would thin out over time and just the thought of that made me smile. The younger of the pair said he was nineteen, and that pretty much clicked with what he looked like. He had a smooth body like an adolescent, with blond hair and deep blue eyes that caught your attention and held it there. As I stared at him in the bar I knew he would be the fun one of the pair to castrate. He seemed so very young, so naïve, and I could imagine his pole stiff and hard and eager, jutting out the way it does on an older teen when sex is on the menu. I had no doubt hed have a full boner when I cut out his balls. As I looked at him and listened to him talk he was in many ways like a typical teenager, with a big mouth. He sure liked to talk! He was silly too, the way teenagers are, and it was very obvious in talking with him that the only reason he was into this relationship was because he needed the guys money. Sure, he liked the older man, because he fed him and clothed him and the sex was good enough to keep him there. Having the rich daddy type was his key to the good life, and it was soon clear he wasnt educated and was using his good looks to get what he needed. Their relationship was mutual, symbiotic in a way, where each of them got what he needed from the other. As I looked at the two lovers I made my plan and started to lure them in with the lies they wanted to hear. So....you guys want to get spanked together? I can do that.....and I respect limits and will ease off if it gets too much. I might suggest we start with the strap, and when your rear ends are heated up and nice and pink, then we can just hit the bed perhaps and see what happens? They were both smiling, their eyes eager for a new experience, and the younger one was nodding his head and obviously anxious for it all to begin. He was also hard, and I glanced to the front of his pants and it was obvious the boys pole was pushing there, eager with the anticipation of a new sexual experience. The older of the two was a little more cautious, and I could tell as he listened to me he was sizing me up, making the decision. I bought him another drink, and as I watched him swallow it he was smiling, and I knew then that his caution wasnt where it needed to be. Fifteen minutes later we were on our way for some food, still talking the talk and getting excited about the things to come. We chowed down at a local Waffle House. It was open 24 hours and while I generally dont like to be seen with the individuals Im going to castrate, nobody was giving anyone any attention in this place and with the rift raft running through the front door it was obvious we would not be remembered. As we ate our meal I talked the talk, telling them that I enjoyed playing a top and while I was good at it, I wasnt into too much pain and yet I would make it as hot as they wanted. The key was the older man, as he was obvious the decision maker, and so I said that one of the things I liked to do, and would do if he wanted it, was to make his partner suck him off and get spanked if he didnt do it right. I told him it was a fun game and of course soon the younger one was laughing and the older one was grinning. After that, he trusted me and seemed to relax then, and after that the rest was easy. I was really surprised at their place. I had expected a hotel room, but their set up was better than that by a long shot. They older guy owned a vacation time share unit, and it was really nice and not too far from the beaches. It was the perfect place, with a patio overlooking the pool and their bedroom a huge room with a king size brass bed that was almost made for what I intended. As soon as we all went inside the older man spun the younger boy around and then kissed him deep. I decided not to waste any time, and so before they changed their mind or sobered up to the point they rethought things out, I put my bag in the corner and told them to get undressed. I played it up as no big deal, and told them that I thought we should probably start with a simple over the bed spanking, doing them side by side to get things in motion. Both of their faces lit up like little boys, eager and excited, and it was obvious they were anxious to get on with things. They shrugged their shoulders and then took off each others clothes, just like that, almost as if they did it every day. Perhaps they did. I had them keep their underwear on, because while I would be taking it off, I knew that wearing it would gave them a sense of security that would keep their guard low until I had them in place and the knots were tied and they were where I needed them to be. I took off my shirt too, but kept on my pants. I wanted to stimulate them, and to drop any final fears they might have, and yet I wasnt into the gay scene myself and I didnt want ether of them making a move in my direction. As the pair pulled off their clothes down to their underwear it was immediately obvious that the younger boy was stiff in his pants, his boxer shorts jutting out and his pole eager and obviously stiff as a piece of steel. Even more obvious was the bead of wetness on the end, spotting his shorts, and looking at it made me lick my lips. The older man was wearing white jockey shorts, and I hadnt seen those in a while so they caught my attention. He had a big bulge, and his shorts were stuffed with his balls, the outline of his circumcised cock resting on the top of his big sack. He had a thick cock, and as it rested there it seemed to grow larger and even thicker as I watched. But his scrotum size was what grabbed my attention. God, I almost creamed my pants when I got saw the size of his bag! The teenager had a body of an older adolescent, thin and tall, and his legs were as smooth as a young womans. His chest was totally smooth too, and yet there was a patch of thick blond hair sprouting out from under his armpits. His face was also smooth, as smooth as a prepubescent boys, except that he too was trying to grow a stupid little mustache that was fuzzed across his upper lip. As I looked at it I had the thought that it was soon to be a wasted effort. I got out the strap first, and let them see it, and that got them both excited and anxious. Then I tossed the two pillows over the big rail at the end of the bed, and had both men lie down over the pillows, side by side and with their stomachs resting on the bar. Then, one by one I tied their wrists together, making sure to frap the rope up between them, tying the knot firmly and in a well-practiced motion. I pulled their ropes to the end of the bed and secured them there, so that their arms were stretched out above their heads and tied out that way along the length of the bed. Next, I did their feet, and I pulled each ankle outward, tying them to the bottom legs of the bed, so that they were stretched out wide, their legs spread too. With their arms stretched out in front of them and tied to the headboard they were totally helpless at that point. There legs overlapped at one knee, so I looped a rope around their legs at that point, effectively roping them together. It was so easy it was hard to believe, but sure as shit, there they were, side-by-side and just waiting now to have it be done to them. The entire time to get them relaxed and undressed and all tied up took less than fifteen minutes from when we arrived, and after I checked the knots and made sure I had them where I needed them they were mine. They had no idea, none, and no fear at all, and like two naïve puppys they were laying there in just their underwear and helpless and oh so vulnerable. Still, they were giggling as I tied them, like two boys, excited and eager for the games they anticipated would be coming their way. They were really grinning, eager, and their eyes sparkled with the eagerness of the situation that they had dreamed of being in. So far it was their fantasy coming true, and since they had no idea I had other plans they grinned from ear to ear. After I had them in place, and tied well, I knew at that point there was nothing they could do, nothing at all. I took out two gags then, out of my bag, and while I didnt think they would make too much noise I didnt want to take any chances when things took a turn that they did not expect. The older of the pair shook his head and protested the gag, saying he didnt want it and it wasnt necessary to their fantasy. I laughed, and told him that the gag added a LOT of realism, and I didnt want them yelling out when they felt the strap. Then I told them that my fantasy was a little different than theirs, and since I was in control now they would have to accommodate me. The man protested a little stronger, and told me that he wanted to be able to use safe words if necessary, and would call out a RED if the situation started to get too intense. In no uncertain terms he then said in a voice that reflected authority, No gags. Put them away! We will not be gagged! God I laughed then. I said he was welcome to call out red if you can, and then, as he shook his head and fought me I gagged him anyway. Boy he was pissed then! His lover boy fought me too, but he was easier and soon enough I had him gagged as well. God they were pissed, and started struggling then, testing the bonds and discovering I think how really tight I had made the knots. I laughed louder then, as they realized things werent exactly going to go the way they had expected. It wasnt that difficult to slide in the ball gags and to slip on the harnesses behind their heads that held them in place. They were mumbling up a storm after that, and shaking their heads, and it was then that I noticed that the eagerness of before had slowly been replaced with a newer look of fear. With that I ripped off their shorts, grabbing both of them at the same time, and I just shredded them off until they were as naked as the day they were born. I could see up under their legs, and their bottoms thrusted up and down as they fought the ropes and began to struggle. The fat mans balls caught my attention straight away, as he had a huge sack of nuts and they hung down between his legs, swinging there, his fat orbs covered with hair and hanging down loose and long. God he had a big sack! The younger lads balls were smaller, and tight too, his bag of stones all drawn up between his legs and hanging there tight and high. The first thing I noticed was that the younger one had shaved his balls, as they were completely devoid of any hair, and they seemed to glisten in the light of the room and as I looked at them it was almost as if they shined. I felt his pole, which was stiff, and what struck me was that he didnt have any pubic hair at all. That too had obviously been shaved clean, and perhaps the fat man made him keep it that way. At any rate, he didnt have any sex hair, and it made the nineteen year old at first glance look like a younger boy. The fat mans cock was thick, his hose hanging in front of his balls and semi stiff, the big circumcised head of his dick round and purple and eager even. The boys prick was thinner, like it is on an older teen, and yet it was as stiff as a piece of steel and it literally jutted out from under him. His pole was long. Very long, and I also noticed that he hadnt been circumcised. He had a beautiful dick, really beautiful, and as I looked under his legs at his proud and eager pole it occurred to me that he was certainly eager for something, very eager, even if what he was anxious for was only for his castration to begin. I stared at the pair of them for a long time. Their legs were both making that inverted V, spread nice and wide, and with their bodies bent over the brass rail of the bed their two bottoms were perched up high, almost like two misbehaving schoolboys waiting for a paddle. Of course, it was their stuffed scrotums that held my attention. I went up to them then, and ran my hands along the back of the big mans thighs, feeling the wiry hair there that adorned his legs. They were hairy, and strong, and I could feel his muscles ripple as I felt the inside of his thighs and finally cupped his balls. He arched his back and struggled when I held his sex, fondling his sac and feeling the fullness of it. His twin orbs were big, filling his scrotum, and as I felt them out individually they were nearly the size of hen eggs. He had big balls, huge balls, and as I felt them and held them and pulled on them I felt my own erection growing in my pants. Both men were looking over their shoulders at me, trying to figure out where things were going, and yet I gave them no clue. They were only a little nervous at this point, still I think hoping I was going to spank their buttons and then untie them for some hot sex to follow. But I had no intention of doing that of course, none at all. As I was holding the big mans balls I reached over with my right hand and grabbed the sac of the younger lad, and when I did his body stiffened and he pushed his hips forward, struggling, feeling a strange man holding his nuts and not exactly sure if it was a good thing or not. As I held their two sacs there side by side it was quite a contrast. The teenagers nuts were small and compact, just a little bag that seemed so very unimportant. Still, it defined his manhood, and was the essence of his sex, and so as I felt out his two stones even though they were small I knew to him they were significant. The boys legs were smooth too, very smooth, and it would have been easy to mistake him for a younger boy. The older man obviously wanted his boy smooth, and the lad was accommodating him. He sure looked young! He had shaved his groin and his legs, but there was a thick ring of blond hair around his hole and with the wisp of hair across his upper lip and the size of his eager rod it was obvious he was older and was well into puberty. Still, the impression was there. Oh well. I backed off away from them then and dropped their nuts, and picked up the strap that I had promised them and that they had told me they wanted to feel. I dont know why really, as whipping their bottoms wasnt something that excited me, but it had excited them earlier and it just seemed fitting for some reason to give them what they had wanted. Besides, perhaps it was appropriate too, to punish them for their own stupidity before I stole their balls and left them unmanned. Then, I raised the strap high into the air, and then I brought it down with all the strength that I had. CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH grunted the fat man. After that, I just burned their bottoms with that strap. It didnt take me very long to turn their two bottoms cherry red. I burned that strap into their rear ends, one stroke to the old guy and then one to the younger one. Back and forth, left cheek right cheek left check right cheek. Back and forth. I burned that leather, raising it high up on each stroke and then bringing it down as hard as I could, burning it right into their bottoms again and again and again. I painted it across their thighs, and up along the inner portions too, and I took my time and even worked it up and down the cracks of their asses. I also whipped their holes with the strap, as it seemed to really get to them, and it was almost funny to watch them buck and scream and struggle as I cracked that leather across their holes and worked it deep and hard into the depths of their cracks. They of course had wanted the spanking, but probably not like I delivered it. I think they had expected a play whipping, a little sting perhaps and a lot of gently laid on strokes. But I gave them both a real whipping, hard and fast and with feeling, and I painted their bottoms until the red color slowly changed to a more sinister shade of purple. God they struggled and cried and fought! Through the beginning of it the older man kept screaming into his gag, and it occurred to me he kept yelling out RED, mumbling the safe word into his gag again and again and again, as if perhaps he said it enough times it would get me to stop. I pretended not to hear it, as stopping wasnt in my plan. Finally, after perhaps ten or fifteen minutes with the strap, the two of them were spent and it was obvious their bottoms were on fire, almost as if I had lit a torch and burned the skin right off of them. It seemed funny to see their bottoms shiny the way they were, and if nothing else at least they knew they had got their wish and been punished together. Yeah, I punished them all right, side-by-side, just like they had said they wanted, only with a bit more intensity I supposed. Finally, I dropped the leather strap back into my bag and then went around on the bed and faced the two of them. They were staring at me then, sweating, feeling the burn that had taken over their bottoms and now helpless and hurting. They were scared shitless too at this point, because they both fully realized I wasnt fooling around, and there werent any safe words or get-me-out-of-this words. No, their fate was mine to control, and while they didnt like that much I did. It was time. The big man, the fatter one, wasnt hard anymore after his strapping, and his big pole was drawn back like it was trying to hide, and in fact wasnt much more than a stub. It was thick still, but it looked like a little bird head sticking out of his nest of pubic hair. The teen though was still hard, stiff and hard and eager, and the entire end of his uncut pole was glistening with precum. It was almost as if it was begging to be nutted. Watching the boys dick bob up and down to his heartbeat made me realize that I needed to get this done. I pulled out my pocketknife then, and clicked open the blade, and as the two men watched me do that I could see the fear. The older man was begging me, trying to yell out into his gag, but whatever his words were they were lost on me. I showed them the knife, and thats when I said Well guys.....its time. I might as well tell you, before I do it, that Ive come here for a very specific purpose. You see, Im not into gay men, not at all, and while I dont understand what it is that makes you what you are, I do know that Im going to do you both a favor and remove some of the desire. Dont worry, as Ive done this before. Its not really that bad, and when its done you might even thank me for it. They were staring at me with this look of trepidation on their faces, staring at my little knife that was glistening, razor sharp, shining in the light as I held it in my hand. As they looked at it, I went on. Of course, you probably wont thank me while Im doing it. Yeah, probably not. But as far as Im concerned your balls have caused you two nothing but trouble, and since its quite apparent you dont know what they are for or how to use them properly, as far as Im concerned you dont deserve to have them. So, yeah, I know, you might not agree with me, but nevertheless its me that has the knife and my suggestion for you both is to just relax and feel it be done to you. You are about to lose your balls. Yeah....thats right, Im going to castrate you now. Dont worry, it wont take long, and as soon as Ive got your nuts emptied then Ill be going. They went ballistic then, fighting the ropes and struggling like two madmen. Of course, it was a little late for that, more than a little late, and yet as I moved off the bed and went around behind them they fought so hard the entire bed was shaking. I decided to do the fat one first, the older of the pair and the one that was the root of their relationship. He was a man of power, and it was immediately obvious he was a man used to being in control. When I hefted his balls again he was screaming, yelling at me into his gag and screaming, his eyes wide with fear and anger. He was still yelling at me as I laid that little blade up behind his sac, right at the base of his nuts and directly under his hole. Then, I laughed, and as I did I made a quick, horizontal slice, opening up the back of his scrotum with a single cut. The blade went in a good half an inch, deep into the tissue there, and he ached his back and then his screams turned to a whimper when he felt the pain. I rotated my wrist and pulled the blade downward then, toward the floor, opening his sac with a T cut that exposed his big bullocks. I could see the membrane there that held his balls in his bag, so I sliced through that tissue and after that his two orbs were visible, pulsating with the essence of life that emphasized perhaps their importance. I laughed again, louder, and he was just shaking his head back and forth then, the illusion of authority now completely gone. Instead he was just whimpering and begging then as I was castrating him. The boy next to him was shaking too, jerking against his restrains as he realized what I was doing and knowing that he was next. I squeezed the big sac in my fist and pushed out the older mans two big balls, and then, one by one, I snipped them off with a quick movement of my blade. As I cut the first one free he shuddered, and then, just before I did his second one I said There you go....there you go. Almost done now....here it is....feel it guy....you are about to be unmanned. Then, as I took his last nut I said OK....youre a eunuch now. You can relax....its over. And that was all there was to it. He collapsed then, over the rail, his sac emptied and his manhood gone forever. I set his two balls on the small of his back, and when the younger man saw them there he started screaming. I went to him then, to his little set of balls, and as I hefted up his sac and felt for his stones he was struggling wildly, pulling hard on the ropes and trying desperately to pull his thighs together. He was thrusting forward into the bed, almost as if he was fucking it, ramming his hips up and down and up and down, desperate to somehow get free and to end the nightmare that his evening had become. I hesitated with the boy. He sure was fighting it, and while to me his balls werent very impressive it was obvious they were important to him. He sure didnt like me holding them. I wasnt squeezing them or anything, but perhaps it was the knowledge that the blade was there, waiting, waiting to steal his stones that made him struggle so? At any rate, he fought, hard, thrusting into the bed and lifting his bottom up and down and up and down, perhaps trying to pull his bag from my hand and to save what was destined to be mine. I laid the blade up behind the boys sac, even as he struggled, and he arched his back and his eyes went wide open when he felt it. I slowly started to work the steel into his sac, just a gentle back and forth cut, and as I started to make the slice he grunted, and I noticed his hole began to wink at me. Open and closed and open and closed. He was cumming! I looked under him, to make sure, and sure-as-shit his prick was ejaculating his semen, squirting it out and onto the end of the bed, his seed shooting out in ropes of cream. He grunted as he ejaculated, and I just waited then for him to finish. He grunted and squirted, and his body shuddered as he was doing it. I suppose it was a primal need, a last desperate attempt to try and fertilize something, even if there was nothing there to be fertilized. Perhaps if there had been a pussy he would have mounted it, perhaps, to take advantage of a last chance to keep his genes alive. Yeah, maybe. But it was not to be of course, and so instead the young gay man wasted his cream and spilled it onto the floor, pumping it out, a huge load, the boys balls emptying there as I held them in my hand and worked the knife across the back of his sac. When he was done I pushed the blade in deeper, and then rotated my wrist and finished the T cut that opened up his small set of balls and exposed them for the taking. He stared straight ahead then, and stopped struggling. I think it was as if he knew it was over, and perhaps he wanted to feel his castration and to act like a man while it was being done to him. I dont know really. But I do know he lay still, spent, his cream on the floor between his legs and his balls waiting to be taken. At any rate, when he stopped moving I pushed out his balls, so that they were out of his bag and into my fist. I laid the blade up against the left one, and then I said OK boy.....Im going to take your left ball now. Here goes the first one. And then I took the nut. He grunted when I moved the knife, and his body shuddered as I took it, but other than that he did nothing more and there was no other reaction. I then shifted my hand and went to the boys right nut, and laid the sharp blade up against the top of it. I hesitated, savoring the moment, the instant between him being a man and not, between having balls and being a ball-less being. Just an instant, and I let it linger. Finally, I jerked the blade and he was done. When I took his last ball he jerked his head straight back and grunted, and his hole winked again at me, open and closed and open and closed. I think he might have had a second orgasm, might have, but if he did I missed the semen jetting out. By the time I looked between his legs I didnt see anything squiriting from his pole, although there was a string of goo coming out the tip of his rod and the puddle on the floor might have been a little larger than it had been before. Im not sure though, and it wasnt obvious. So, perhaps it wasnt that at all, but more the intensity of the feeling that went to his soul. At any rate, right after that he too collapsed over the rail, the two lover boys laying side by side, unmanned and their two bags emptied forevermore. I looked at the older man and he was staring back at me, the look of disbelief in his eyes that I will never forget. His teenage lover had fainted, and lay totally unconscious over the rail, completely out of it after his castration. There was only a little blood, and it was obvious to me that they would both heal up fine. The boy was relaxed and resting, the totality of the experience just too much for him. I packed up my stuff and tossed my shirt back on, and then, as I usually did, I picked up their four excised balls and carried them into the bathroom where I tossed them into the toilet. The mans sank, to the bottom, but the boys floated, his empty balls a little less dense perhaps? As I looked there I pulled out my own pole and jerked it off, until I had pumped out my seed into the toilet and shot my own wad over their castrated balls. God it felt good to shoot my cream! I grunted out a huge load, pumping it out and feeling the feeling and savoring all of it. I love jacking off over a guys manhood after Ive stolen it. Its like I have bested them, proved my manhood and stolen theirs. Yeah, perhaps thats it? Hell, I dont know why I like doing that, but I do. Its such a rush! After I had emptied my own nuts, and savored the feeling of doing so, it was time to leave. I smiled as I looked at their balls one last time, wasted in the commode, my virile cream swimming around them as if to impregnate them with my seed. God it was such a rush! Well, it was done, and it was time, and so, with a last look and a flush, everything was gone. I picked up my bag of stuff and then went back to the sleeping teenager. He was still out of it, totally, and it made it easier. I untied his left wrist, and then patted him on his rear, and then, with a wink to the older man, I took one final look at the boys spent wad, and then I walked out of the room and left them there, side by side, the two lover boys now something else instead. [Authors note: © Copyright June, 2005. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. [email protected]] |