Message-ID: <49129asstr$1094587805@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: <lzalezac@yahoo.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <20040907011634.82088.qmail@web60405.mail.yahoo.com> From: Lazlo Zalezac <lzalezac@yahoo.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 6 Sep 2004 18:16:34 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} JC:Ed Biggers V-04 (mf mmf ffm ff mm sci-fi) Lines: 695 Date: Tue, 7 Sep 2004 16:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/49129> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, hoisingr ===== Lazlo Zalezac http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Lazlo_Zalezac http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Lazlo_Zalezac __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail is new and improved - Check it out! http://promotions.yahoo.com/new_mail <1st attachment, "biggers5-04.txt" begin> JC: Ed Biggers Part 5: Stasis Chapter 4 By Lazlo Zalezac Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2004 They reached the site where the body of the Ranger had been found late in the afternoon. The body had been found in a small creek bed surrounded by a half dozen trees by a local man that had noticed a large number of crows in the area. When he had approached, it seemed like twenty of the birds had flown out of the creek. Wanting to find out why so many carrion birds were in one place, he had found the body expecting to find the carcass of a deer killed by a poacher. There was nothing remarkable about the site. As Albert carefully moved around it hoping to find some sign of what had actually happened, Ed squatted off to the side trying to see what he could find with his truth sense. Leroy, Ling, and Howard all stood back watching the two men apply their individual talents to the problem. Ed was the first to give up and returned to the three observers. Once he reached them, he said, "I didn't see anything." Albert returned to them ten minutes later shaking his head. Once there, he said, "The whole place has been trampled down by the police and everyone else that was here. Can't make out a damned thing." Howard heard the sound of a car going by several hundred yards away. Thinking about not having to hike anymore, he said, "We can hike over to the road and, if we are lucky, we could get a ride back to your car, Ed." Disappointed at what he had found, Albert replied, "That's a good idea. Let's go." As Albert followed the tire tracks of the police cars towards the highway, Howard stood there looking at him with a funny expression on his face. Rather than follow, he called out, "You're going the wrong way." Testy at the student, Albert turned to him and said, "The tire tracks lead to the highway that's a half a mile in this direction." "Well, I heard a car drive past a couple hundred yards away in this direction," replied Howard pointing in the direction from which he had heard the car. Albert looked over at Ed and smiled as he shook his head at the irony of the situation. He had been so intent on tracks that he had ignored other signs that he should have caught. Looking over at Ed, he said, "Let's follow Howard for a change." The lack of response from Howard caught Ed's attention. He asked, "Why the silence?" Puzzled, Howard said, "I think Albert should lead the way. He sees things that I don't." Albert returned to the four of them and replied, "You're right. If there is anything to find, I'm less likely to destroy it and most likely to find it." The others followed Albert as he took a circuitous route towards the road that Howard had heard the car come down. After a hundred yards, he stopped and called out, "This is the way that they came into the area." The others joined him around a fallen tree and flattened bush. Shaking his head, Howard asked, "How do you know?" "They dragged him here and one of the men tripped over the fallen tree. Someone, probably the Ranger landed on the bush and flattened it." As he made the explanation, he pointed to features that supported his interpretation of the signs. Howard had followed the entire discussion, but was bothered by one detail. He asked, "Why do you think it was the Ranger that landed on the bush?" The Ranger was quiet for a moment and then replied, "It's as if a dead weight was dropped on the bush. There isn't the kind of damage that a person scrambling to recover from a fall would make. If you notice over here, some of the brush is broken with dead leaves while this brush doesn't have that same kind of breakage." Ed knelt down and examined the scene as Albert had laid it out. Footprints and other details had been lost over time, but the damage they had created had lasted. In a very quiet voice, he said, "You are saying that he was already dead when brought here." Solemn, Albert replied, "I guess that is what I'm saying. Even bound he would have made a sign that would identify who brought him here." "How?" "We have a short hand that we use to mark areas. A few deep scuff marks with his boot and he could have spelled out who his captors were," replied Albert as he exposed one of the secrets of the Ranger organization. Still kneeling, Ed drew a figure on the ground and said, "I take it this means Druid." Surprised to see Ed write something in the secret language, Albert asked, "How did you know?" "Oh, I found it scratched on a couple of rocks around the Druid College and wondered what it meant," Ed answered with a wry smile. At the startled reaction of Albert, he added, "There were enough rocks with that symbol to define the boundaries of the college property. A few feet away were other rocks with different symbols scratched on them." "Care to speculate what the other symbols meant?" "I would surmise that it described the state of the property. One of the places next to ours is over cultivated while another is completely wild. I'm sure that I can decode the symbols if I so desired." Albert shook his head as he replied, "We shouldn't have marked your place. You guys are too observant." Chuckling, Ed replied, "I didn't know it was you that left the marks." Standing, Albert said, "Let's find where they entered the woods. Maybe there is more that we can learn there." They went in the direction from which the tracks originated. It didn't take them long before they reached the edge of the woods and found the road. It wasn't much of a road, little more than a dirt track that was wide enough for a single car. Looking around, they couldn't find anything that gave clues as to where the bad guys had parked. Howard sat on the ground a good distance away from where Albert was examining the ground. Bored with watching the three other men search the ground, he tossed rocks into the field across the road as he thought about returning to school. Noticing a couple of cans, he tried to hit them from where he sat. This had been an interesting break from classes, but he missed the social interaction with the other students. After spending a half an hour searching the area between to road and the woods, Albert gave up and said, "There's nothing here." Ed said, "I don't see anything wrong here." Leroy added, "With a dirt road like this, any tracks would be wiped out in three days as a result of trucks going up and down the road. It's even hard to tell that the last truck that came through here headed up the road in that direction." Nodding his agreement from where he was sprawled out on the ground, Howard said, "Right. There's nothing here except a couple of beer cans thrown into the field over there. Do you think we can walk to one of the places along this road and get a ride back to the car, yet?" Leroy burst out laughing at the statement. The poor guy was so ready to get out of the woods, that he was noticing every sign of civilization. The ironic thing was that he was seeing signs that shouldn't be where they were. Leroy said, "Oh, we'll go see one of the locals soon. We have to call in the local police to collect the evidence." Surprised, Howard asked, "What evidence?" Giggling, Ling replied, "Oh, a couple of beer cans that are in a place where they don't belong." Surprised at the suggestion that there was something important about the beer cans, Howard asked, "What? Someone just threw them over there after they finished drinking them." "And who might that be?" As he realized the significance of the cans, he knocked his forehead with his hand. At least he hadn't actually managed to hit one of them with all the rocks he had tossed in their direction. Howard answered, "Sometimes I just don't get it. I'm not used to thinking about things as clues to a crime." Albert said, "Let's head in the direction that the last truck that passed here was going. If they live up the road, it might be the case that they saw something suspicious." The group walked up the road. Albert, Leroy, and Ed were walking side by side discussing the amazing co-incidence that all three had missed the two most important clues. Trailing about thirty feet behind the three men, Ling walked beside Howard occasionally looking at him out of the corner of her eye. The poor guy was really out of his element here, but was doing his best to stay out of the way. She broke the silence when she said, "They are three very intense men. Once they put their minds on a problem, they don't give up. I imagine that you are the same way, but this isn't the place where you can show that ability." Surprised by the observation, Howard answered, "It's not that bad. I've just never spent any significant amount of time in the woods. I grew up in the suburbs. To me, wilderness is the local park before they mow it." "So did John Carter, but he hiked every chance that he had. Even today, he likes to take off and hike for days. It's a shame that his responsibilities at the College do not allow him to hike as often as he would like." The idea that John Carter was sacrificing himself for the sake of the students was a total surprise to Howard. Glancing over at Ling, he asked, "What about Ed?" "Living at the College is slowly killing him." "You're kidding!" Knowing Ed the way that she did, she could see the signs that living at the College was slowly wearing him down. The infrequent trips to Arizona were enough to revive him for a month or two, but it wasn't long after he returned before he became sullen and withdrawn. Shaking her head, she replied, "No. I'm not kidding. He's got a great sense of humor and a tremendous love of life, but that humor is shown less and less frequently. He needs open spaces to embrace life." "That's so sad," remarked Howard as he thought about it. He asked, "What is it that he likes to do?" "He likes to hunt rocks and ride his horse. This trip would be good for him, but he's stuck walking. He hates hiking. He feels that you don't get the big picture so close to the ground," replied Ling. "But he's so confident and focused." "Yes, he is. He'll work himself to death in order to right some wrong. I know that he's come close to that in the past." "When?" "Have you been with him to an IRS office?" asked Ling as she stopped to look at Howard. The look on his face told her the answer. "Yes. The trips are complete agony for him," replied Howard. He had seen how hard Ed worked. It hurt to be around him when he went through the files that contained lies. "He went through the files in New York City one year. He tried to get through the entire office in one week. Every night, he collapsed and had to be carried back to the hotel. He would have killed himself to clear up every case they had, if it had been necessary." "Wow." "Yes, wow. When you find your service to the Gods and Goddesses, I am sure that it will be the same for you. Even if you aren't called, you've learned much greater focus than most people can even imagine," replied Ling as she resumed walking to catch up with the three men. Howard walked faster to keep up with her and asked, "You have that same focus, but you don't serve the Gods and Goddesses. How did you get it?" "My uncle taught me the martial arts in the old manner. It imposed a kind of discipline that you don't see anywhere else. I spent hours standing in the yard practicing movements in slow motion. Even the slightest error brought the sharp rap of a stick on the offending muscles. I went to school for six hours a day and practiced the martial arts for eight hours every day," answered Ling. She walked along quietly thinking about those years. She had hated the unrelenting lessons that her uncle put her through and it wasn't until years afterwards that she realized he had given her a far greater gift than mastery of an obscure fighting style. He had given her a strength that allowed her to be her own person, unbound by societal convention and able to break it by having the skill to keep others from forcing her into anything that she didn't want to do. Grimacing at the thought of what a life like that would entail, Howard replied, "It sounds like a horrible way to grow up." Smiling, Ling replied, "I thought so at the time, but he saved me from a lifetime of misery." "How so?" "As an orphan, I could have been sold into virtual slavery. When I grew up, I could have been married off to an important man. Instead, he gave me a real future that allowed me to meet some wonderful people and marry for love," replied Ling. "Sounds like it has worked out for you," replied Howard. He looked over at her as they walked along and noticed a sadness settle over her. Unsure, he asked, "So why are you sad?" "I'm trying to have a child by Leroy, yet after six months of trying nothing has resulted. I'm still without child." Howard didn't know much about that topic, but he felt that he should give an answer that would cheer her up. He remarked, "It is probably a matter of timing." Ling laughed at the observation, realizing that the poor guy was closer to the truth than she wanted to admit. They were busy following some herd of deer or elk and would risk scaring them away by making love. Her screams when making love tended to scare the wild animals, particularly the hoofed ones that were often hunted. Confused by what they were doing out here, Howard asked, "What exactly is it that you are doing out here?" "Leroy wants to observe the infection of a deer in the wild. It has never been observed and the real question is how it happens in the wild where deer are actually able to avoid contact with infected animals. We've seen several infected animals, but the herds we have followed avoided them and in some cases chased them off. Leroy is taking samples of all the places where the herd grazes to see if there is anything there that may have left by an infected animal, but so far nothing has turned up." It was an interesting question and he wondered how else the questions could be answered. It seemed like a waste to have such an educated man as Leroy wandering around the wilderness following deer. He looked around at his surroundings and noticed a very odd sight emerging from the woods in the nearby field. He called out, "Stop." Surprised at the fact that everyone stopped and turned the upper half of their bodies to look at him as soon as he called out. Not wanting to scare off the bird, he pointed to a very large owl walking across the field. It waddled from side to side in a manner reminiscent of a penguin. Everyone turned to look at what he was pointing. For the next fifteen minutes, they watched as the owl trekked across the field with single-minded determination without once taking flight. When the owl disappeared into the woods at the far end of the field, Leroy and Albert burst out laughing. Howard didn't know what was so funny, so he asked, "Why are you laughing?" Leroy said, "I've heard stories about walking owls before, but I never believed them." "That's the funniest thing I've ever seen a bird do," remarked Albert. He added, "And I've seen birds do a lot of funny things." Surprised, Ed said, "I've seen a number of owls do that in the desert and never thought anything about it. None of them were that big, though." "That was a Great Horned Owl and a large specimen at that, probably a female since they are larger than the male. They often hunt by walking, but I've never observed it before," remarked Albert as he shook his head. As Howard and Ling joined the three men, Albert added, "Thanks for pointing that out. I wouldn't have believed you if you had told me about it later." The group returned to their march up the road. When they passed the woods from which the owl had emerged, they found a wooden house. The tire tracks they had followed turned into the drive and ended at a truck parked in front of the house. Ed and Albert went up to the house. The door opened and a man with a gun stepped out to confront them. His left cheek bulged out from a wad of chewing tobacco. Ed shouted, "Hello. We need you to call the local law for us." Looking over to the side, the man spit out some tobacco juice and asked, "Did you find another body?" "No. We are investigating the murder of a man that we know," replied Albert. Chewing for a moment and spitting out more tobacco juice, the man studied Albert for a moment. Finally, he said, "Yeah. The guy I found was dressed just like you. Odd clothes for a hiker." Ed asked, "You found him?" "Yeah. Noticed a bunch of crows and went to investigate. I figured it was a deer killed by poachers. Found the dead man and came back here to call the cops. Damn near got fired from my job that day because I didn't make it in to work," replied the man. He spat and lowered the gun. "Did you drink a beer or two while waiting for the cops to show up?" "Nah. I hate beer, I prefer whiskey." Ed could tell that the man was telling the truth by the sweet sound of his voice. He asked, "Did you notice anything unusual on the road here, a day or two before you found the body?" "Nope. Of course, if anything happened during the day, I'd be at work. Old lady down the road would have noticed any unusual traffic. She sees everything. It doesn't matter what time of day or night it might be," replied the man. Tired of chewing, he spit out the whole wad of tobacco onto the grass next to the porch. That done, he sat down on the edge of the porch cradling the gun across his legs. Shaking his head, he added, "Sure was a shame about that guy. He looked too young to die." Albert asked, "How do you think the body got there?" "I thought he was a hiker at first and had fallen there and died. I figured that he had hiked in from the highway. Heard later that I was wrong about how he died. Seems someone killed him and dumped the body there. I figure that whoever did it must have come down this road here." Ed looked at Albert for a minute and then said, "We found some beer cans in a field about where we figured they parked to drag the body into the woods. Can you think of any way those beer cans could have come to be there?" "Not unless the feller that killed the hiker threw them there. Only four houses on this road. There's the old lady, me, the Reverend, and some guy from town that comes here on the weekends. I don't think any of them are beer drinkers." The man scratched his stomach with his right hand as he spoke. Ed knew that he was telling the truth as he saw it. Softly, he said, "Please call the local authorities and have them come out here." Pulling a card out of his pocket, Albert added, "Please call the game warden and ask him to come here, as well. Tell him that I am here." The guy looked at the card with a puzzled expression. For a moment, Howard wondered if the guy could read. His doubts were put to rest when the guy said, "A Ranger? You are a park ranger?" "No. I am a consultant for the Department of the Interior and the Game and Wildlife Departments of half the states in the country. The Game Warden will know who I am." The man looked at him out of the corner of his eye before answering, "You don't say. You sure are a strange group; A guy dressed like Robin Hood, a cowboy, a nigger, a chink, and a fat kid." Getting the man's eye and staring at him with a cold direct stare, Ed answered, "The black gentleman is my husband and the lady is my wife. You will talk of them with respect. The young man is my student." "Sorry, didn't mean nothin' by it," replied the man with a shrug. The odd thing was that Ed's truth sense told him the guy was actually telling the truth. After a moment of silence, Ed asked, "Will you make the call?" Standing up and carrying his gun in a negligent manner, the guy went into the house. Ed turned to Howard and said, "Put on your robe. We are doing official business from this moment on." Even as Howard dug through his pack, Ed went through the pack looking for his robe. Finding it at the bottom of the pack, he put it on and repacked his belongings. After ten minutes, the man returned to the porch and sat down on the edge. Shaking his head, he said, "Al, you must be some sort of important person. As soon as I mentioned your name, they said they were sending an FBI agent out with the game warden." Albert, who hated being called Al, shook his head and pointed to Ed saying, "He's the important one here." Looking over at Ed as surprise crossed his features, he said, "Damn. You're one of them Druds." Ed corrected him by saying, "I am a Druid." "I've seen you fellers on the television. Never saw one wearing a black robe or a blue robe before. What's with the different colors?" "I serve the Two-Sided One, so the color of my robe is black. Howard is an initiate who has not yet been called to service, so his robe is blue." Shrugging in disinterest, the man took a bite out of a brick of chewing tobacco. After chewing for a moment, he said, "I'm a good Christian man. Not sure that I approve of folks that claim to serve other Gods. Sounds like Satanism to me. Do you'll practice animal sacrifice?" Smiling, Ed was about to reply that he was more than happy to consume a steak cooked well done as a sacrifice, but realized the man would probably not get the joke. Shaking his head, he replied, "No. We don't sacrifice animals or people. We serve the good and I'm glad to hear that you are a good Christian. We need more good Christians in this world." The guy was silent as he chewed his tobacco, occasionally letting loose with a spittle of tobacco juice. Watching from a distance, Ling shuddered in disgust at the thought of kissing the man. Rather than pursue the religious issues, the man changed the topic, "Did you happen to see the walking owl?" "Yes, we did. Funniest thing I've ever seen," answered Howard. "Most folks don't believe me when I tell them about that damned bird. Too many people think I've been hitting the bottle and seeing things." Albert replied, "Well, tell them that it is a Great Horned Owl and that walking around like that is well known behavior. They'll even walk into a stream after fish." "You don't say. That's good to know." Howard, Ling, and Leroy were tired of standing around waiting for introductions and sat down on the ground to wait. Howard dug around in his pack for a bit and then pulled out a couple pieces of beef jerky. After handing a piece to Ling and Leroy, he sucked on a piece of the jerky. The three of them watched as Ed and Albert joined the man on the porch. The time slowly passed as evening startled to settle. The silence was broken by the sudden noise of a helicopter approaching. They all looked up in the air as the helicopter settled on the ground in front of the house. A man in a dark suit stepped out and ran, bent over, towards the house. Once a good distance away from the helicopter, he waved and the helicopter lifted off the ground. Coming over the group on the porch, he walked directly to Ed. Stopping a couple of paces away, he said, "Dr. Biggers, I'm Special Agent Chuck Abrams of the FBI." Smiling, Ed replied, "Nice to meet you Chuck. Please call me Ed. The ranger to my right is Albert Mandel. I'm afraid that I don't know the name of our host." The man replied, "I'm George Hayber." Leroy, Ling, and Howard stood up and joined the other three where Ed provided introductions. Chuck said, "Another agent will be here in about thirty minutes in a car. I came by helicopter to provide what little help I could. What's the situation?" Albert and Ed exchanged looks trying to decide which of them would be the one to tell the agent that his trip was a wasted effort. Finally, Ed said, "We found a couple of beer cans that we believe were left by the individual or individuals that killed the Ranger that was found near here." The news that he had been brought in to take care of a couple of suspicious beer cans seemed like overkill. However, he wasn't too upset as he was getting a chance to work with the famous husband of John Carter. "Beer cans you say. What makes you think that they might belong to the killer?" "They are located where they drug the body into the woods." "Ah, so you found a bit more than a couple of cans," replied Chuck, relieved that it was more than just beer cans strewn along a road. The game warden was the next person to arrive at the house. He pulled up in front of the house and got out. Looking around, he saw the robes of the Druids and the dress of the Ranger. Walking over to the Ranger, he introduced himself, "I'm Scott Darling of the Game and Wildlife Department. I'm glad to see that a Ranger is in the area once again. I'm so sorry about John Wilkins, he was a good guy." Solemn, Albert replied, "We will catch his killers." The Game Warden asked, "Killers?" Nodding, Albert said, "We have sufficient evidence to show that he was killed somewhere else and brought here to be dumped. Two men dragged his body to the ravine and threw it in. We speculate that they parked on the road down from here and drank a beer each before leaving." George said, "Yeah, you'll definitely want to talk to the old lady down the road if that is the case. They wouldn't have been able to drive up the road without her seeing them." Scott was quiet and said, "I'm sorry. I'm not an investigator and I totally missed the signs." "Let's go down the road and interview the woman," suggested Ed ready to get to work. Realizing that they only had one car and loath to walk any more, Howard said, "I'll stay here so that when the police arrive, they'll know where you went." Ed, Albert, and the Game Warden went down the road by car. Stopping in front of a run-down wood house, they got out. Ed noticed a slight movement of the curtains that suggested someone had been watching them approach. It was a few seconds later that the woman, bent over from bone loss, stepped out of the house and looked at the Game Warden. She asked, "What do you want around here?" Ed stepped forward and said, "We just want to ask you some questions. I'm sure that you heard about the body that was found in the woods not too far from here." The elderly woman, seventy years of age, grumbled for a moment and decided to invite the men into her house. Standing was too hard on her bones and she didn't want to stand outside engaged in a long conversation. She was short and overweight, with fingers twisted from arthritis. She had not aged gently. Emphasizing her age, she had lost a lot of her hair. There were large growths on her scalp that were just barely covered by the little hair that remained. Hands trembling, she croaked, "Follow me." She led them into her house. The inside wasn't much better kept than the exterior of the house. The fabric on the sofa was threadbare with portions covered by old towels intended to keep the stuffing inside it. The wood chairs squeaked when moved, as joints loosened by decayed glue allowed wood to rub against wood. The musty scent of old dust hung heavy in the air. Looking around the room, Ed realized that two days of hard work by young hands could fix much of the room. As the old woman sat in the chair, he said, "Ma'am. Would you like me to have some of my young colleagues come here and fix some of this furniture?" "Are you saying that my house is a mess?" Recognizing that the old woman still retained a sense of pride, he said, "No ma'am. I only suggest that young hands can repair chairs and reach places that arthritis prevents." "Perhaps that is true," she replied with a frown. She turned to Albert and said, "You want to know about the white pickup truck that came down the road two days before they found the body in the woods. There were two men that I've never seen before in the truck. They drove down the road around two in the afternoon and left about three-thirty." "Can you tell us about the men inside?" asked Albert anxious to learn as much as he could. The woman was silent for a moment as she tried to remember the details that her eyes, weak from age, had captured. Shaking her head, she answered, "They were young, maybe in their early thirties. Can't tell you much more than that. My eyes aren't what they used to be." "They see a lot despite their age. Why didn't you call your observations into the police?" asked Ed, curious about how she could sit there without telling anyone what she had seen. "I don't have a phone," replied the old woman as though they should have known that fact. At the expression on Scott's face, she said, "I'm not all that cut off. My daughter comes out here every week with groceries. I just didn't think to tell her about it." Ed nodded and looked around the room. On the fireplace was a picture of a young woman in her mid-twenties. He asked, "Ma'am, is this a picture of your granddaughter?" "No. That's the only picture I have of my daughter," replied the woman. "I shall get some people here to help you," replied Ed as he looked around the room taking in the cobwebs in the corners of the room. The idea that an elderly person would have to live in such squalor hurt him. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+