The setting...an enchanted forest under a navy blue night sky. The silver moon beams reflecting off the trees gave the forest an eerie, yet beautiful glow. The faint sounds of small birds and other nocturnal animals resonated through the clear night air. Fireflies buzzed back and forth over a large, delicate mirror on the ground. Through this mirror, the arrogant moon glared jealously at its own, mystifying image...wait. Mirror? This was no mirror. It was a pond...a clear, beautiful pond.
There, in a patch of grass within near the pond within the enchanted forest, was where Derek found himself. He was cold and alone...and completely naked. He was confused...unsure of what to make of the situation.
"What the hell is going on here?" he thought to himself, having no recollection whatsoever of where he was or how he got here. Derek tried to get up off the cold, damp ground...but to no avail. His icy cold arms and legs failed to budge. They didn't even feel like his own arms and legs anymore...just thick, heavy slabs of stone attached to his body...weighing him down onto the ground, restricting any and all movement.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, footsteps appeared...the sound of footsteps, rustling the ground beneath them. Derek began to panic. Who...or what was making these footsteps? Was it a raccoon? A bear? A deer? A lion? Why was it approaching Derek? Why was it going in Derek's direction? What did it want from Derek? Derek wanted to get up...he wanted to run...run as far away as possible. But his numb body wouldn't cooperate. Something was weighing him down. And the footsteps...the footsteps came...faster and faster and faster...louder and louder and louder.
Just then, the maker of the footsteps placed itself down with Derek. Derek saw and felt a pair of bronze-colored human hands place itself upon his hips...and soft, rhythmic breaths flowing down his neck. The figure...the maker of the footsteps...was laying behind Derek...its hands feeling up and down the young boy's smooth, hairless body. It whispered delicately into Derek's ear.
"Don't worry," it said. "You're safe with me. You're my angel...and I'll make sure nothing ever happens to you." Then, the figure, who Derek was sure, at this point, was another boy, wrapped its arms around Derek's waste, generating a warm glow within Derek's heart that made him shiver with delight. The boy's hands kept moving...rubbing up and down Derek's body. As it moved, it crept closer and closer...closer to Derek's most intimate organ...it was moving toward Derek's penis...
Suddenly, without warning, the hand grabbed the penis and started rubbing it...feeling it...
Derek shivered. Nothing ever felt so good. Nothing. Everything...the forest, the pond, the velvet sky and the cries and howls of the nocturnal birds...everything disappeared. It was just Derek, the mysterious figure behind him, and the surreal sensations that Derek was feeling, jolting up and down his spine, tickling his most sensitive parts. Then, something strange happened. Derek felt like peeing...no...it wasn't peeing...it was better. The feeling sent ripples throughout Derek's body as he was being jacked off ruthlessly by the mysterious boy behind him...
"You're getting close," whispered the boy in a deep, seductive voice. That voice...Derek recognized that voice. He'd heard it somewhere before...but where? Who was it that was behind him?
Derek awakened from his strange dream and shot right up on the bed. His penis wanted to explode. He needed release...he needed liberation...No...he can't. Joe...Joe was asleep, right next to him. He had to run...he had to keep it in, whatever it was.
Thinking quickly, Derek bolted out of bed, into the bathroom and stood over the toilet. It was strange...Derek didn't have to pee at all. Normally, the pee would just flow out with such ease. But what flowed out this time was white and sticky and almost caused Derek to vomit in disgust, just looking at it and having its aroma flow into his nostrils. Yet, when it did flow out, his whole body felt painfully good. It was his first- ever orgasm.
Joe woke up, early the next morning, to the sound of running water in the bathroom. It was a bright, sunny day and the meadows looked absolutely beautiful under the swirly, peach-colored sky. Exhausted from last night's affair with Keisuke, Joe groggily slugged out of bed and into the bathroom, where he saw Derek brushing his teeth in front of the mirror, his body arching against a marble sink. Derek was dressed in a preppy collared shirt and some nice, black dress pants...something he'd improvised out of the many free "butler outfits" he was given as a bonus for working in the mansion. His curly blonde hair was messy and ruffled, like the mane of a lion cub. But his green eyes and his thin, yet kissable lips were glowing with a mischievous smile. Joe thought that Derek was the cutest thing in the world. Perhaps that was the reason Joe couldn't take his eyes off Derek...or perhaps it was something else...
"Wow...Derek...what are you doing up so early," he said. "It's only 6:00 A.M."
"I know," was Derek's response. "I don't normally get up this early, but today's different. Today, we've got work to do."
"Work?"
"Yep."
"What kinda work? Housekeeping?"
"No..." Derek said in a snottish tone. "I already blackmailed one of the maids into doing the housekeeping for me. She cleans my section of the house...I get the money for it." Joe couldn't help but laugh at that sinister, yet adorable remark. Derek was innocent-looking, but knew ways to make life easier for himself.
"Then what is it?"
"You know that sumo bitch...Keisuke?"
"Yeah..."said Joe, matter-of-factly, looking down on the ground.
"You know who I'm talking about right?" slobbered a toothpaste-filled Derek's mouth. "The bloated failure at life who beat the shit out of you yesterday..."
"Just get to the point!" Joe roared, furious at being reminded of last night's occurrences.
Derek, unfazed, spat into the sink and cleaned off his toothbrush.
"We're gonna dig up some dirt on him," Derek said, giggling.
"Dirt?"
"You know? Find something about him...perhaps an embarrassing picture or a video...or."
"Derek!" said Joe, strangely annoyed. "That's dangerous!"
Derek chuckled softly.
"So you're just gonna let yourself get beaten up by him for the rest of your life, huh? Day after day...without doing a thing about it?"
"No!" Joe insisted. "But...if Keisuke catches us stealing some shit from his room..."
"Life is full of risks," Derek reasoned. "If he catches us, we'll run...as fast as we could. He's 700 pounds! He can't outrun his!"
"But if we do find something about him..." Joe paused.
"We could publish it and let the whole world know!" Derek squealed.
"Derek..."
"Or we could just use it against him and threaten to publish it if he doesn't meet our demands."
A smile carved itself onto Joe's face. Derek was right! What am I so afraid of, Joe thought to himself. Keisuke has been nothing but a nasty, cruel bitch to him since the day he was hired. Joe's eyes rolled down to the many bruises and scars on his body. If something were to be found and published about Keisuke, then that would be awesome! The perfect revenge! Joe's heart was hungry for revenge...hungry for retribution against the Japanese sumo wrestler. He could see it now...the sheer agony and humiliation, eating away at Keisuke's face, as the whole world finds out and laughs at his deepest darkest secrets. That image...that fantasy left Joe, smirking with satisfaction.
"C'mon, Joe!" Derek whined, snapping Joe back into reality. "It'll be fun! I promise! Just like stealing candy from a store!"
"Alright," Joe said, convinced. "We'll go right now!"
Derek and Joe tiptoed stealthily, across the hallways of the mansions, making about as much noise as a summer breeze in the meadows. Joe's gut burned with excitement, as his legs moved quickly to keep up with Derek. At the same time, he was relatively ashamed of himself for not having thought of blackmailing Keisuke a long time ago. All the hours of pointless studying must've brain-damaged him to the point where he no longer possessed any trace of common sense.
After a while, the two stepped up to a doorway, twice as large as the other ones that lined the halls, shoved in the middle of the hallway. Derek put his ear next to the door. Loud, pig-like grunts and wheezes flowed from the other side of the door into Derek's ears...a clear indication that Keisuke was asleep.
"We're at his room," Derek whispered. "You wanna go in, or should I?"
"You can go," Joe said quickly, turning away toward the other side of the hallway. "You're more experienced than I am."
Derek glared at Joe scornfully, before dashing through the door like an agile jackrabbit...
Joe slumped against the wall opposite Keisuke's room, like a drug dealer against an alley...waiting...and waiting...and waiting...
He'd begun to get concerned. Derek was in there for a long time...a very long time. Way too long. Joe knew that the math was simple. Every second that Derek spends in Keisuke's room is another second closer to Keisuke waking up and pounding the living shit out of him. Joe didn't want that to happen. Nervously he waited, anxious for Derek to get the dirt so that the two of them could run away with it, without being noticed. Joe's nerves, which had been perfectly calm and confident just seconds ago, was beginning to get the best of him, as he took another gasp of air to ease his accelerating heartbeat.
What the hell is Derek doing in there? he thought to himself. It's been at least an hour since Derek first crept in...or, at least it felt that way. Joe's mind began to wander into the depths of itself, as he stared blankly into the door of Keisuke's room...totally unconscious and totally unprepared for any scenario.
Suddenly, the door squeaked open, causing Joe to jitter and gasp. Derek crawled and sat himself down next to Joe, a wide grin encompassing his face.
"Well?" said Joe, shivering with anticipation. "What is it?"
"Come here," Derek whispered, drawing Joe in with his wiggling finger. "Look at this!"
Joe bent down and sat himself next to Derek, nervousness and unexplained embarrassment streaming up from the depths of his stomach. Joe's inquisitive eyes carefully followed Derek's left hand as it reached into his jacket, pulling out what looked like a big, bright rectangle. Joe fell back with his hands over his eyes, as the sun reflected off the glued-on glitters...pretty pink glitters that smothered the layer of plastic beneath it. In the center of the rectangle was a heart, encrusted and glittered into the small piece of exposed pink plastic. A dark red ribbon flowed from within the rectangle and curled itself cutely, as though it were a ponytail, against the back side of the rectangular object. Joe was unsure of what to make of Derek's strange find at first. But when the fogs of his mind cleared up, Joe almost died of excitement. This rectangular object...it was...a book...
"Keisuke's diary!" Joe beamed.
Derek giggled girlishly. "Can you wait to read it, Joe?"
"No...I can't," Joe retorted, the contained excitement booming through his voice.
Joe and Derek got off the wall and sprinted away, with the speed of a flash of light, back into the maze of hallways. It was at that exact moment that Keisuke, a far cry from a sleeping beauty, coughed, breaking his chain of steady, pig-like snores. Slowly and unwillingly, his eyelids shot apart and his chins jiggled as he yawned. ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************
Joe was in shock...complete, absolute, unimaginable shock. Everything he thought he knew...everything that was tightly fastened and bound, within his mind as fact was falling apart. In fact, he didn't even know what to believe anymore. Reality...the reality that he had grown up believing in was tearing itself apart. Joe was being exposed so much new, unexpected, and frankly disturbing images and information all at once that his brain had been confused into wondering what was real and what were lies. And the more that Joe read Keisuke's diary, the more the established facts within the contents of Joe's mind distorted itself into uncertainty.
Joe was so shocked at the information inscribed upon the pages of the pink, girlish diary that he didn't even notice Derek's loud, boyish guffaws and childish spasms of laughter. Joe always saw Keisuke, who had been his tormentor for what seemed like forever, as a tough, heartless, brazen ironman who knows nothing, fears nothing, and cruelly beats the crap out of innocent, defenseless people. It was shocking enough that the diary was pink and girlish. But some of the things inside were simply disturbing.
"Listen to this...listen to this!" Derek stuttered, trying to contain his laughter. "Dear Diary..."
"Derek..."
"No just listen!" Derek said, pointing to the words on the page. "Dear Diary... I am so mad at the poopyheads that run the International Sumo Wrestling Competition...poppyheads...hahaha....Competition. They just kicked me out because I'd touched a little boy's wee-wee...not my fault he was so cute..."
"Derek...".
"Poopyhead...weewee..."Derek collapsed onto the floor, laughing his guts out.
"Derek," Joe urged. "Be quiet. What if Keisuke were to walk in at this exact moment?"
"Joe...you're so serious," Derek shrugged. "Just relax and have some fun. Read some of this stuff...it's like reading a really funny book...you just never know what to expect from the Big Bad Sumo Pussy!" Derek, again, collapsed on the floor with laughter, saliva splashing out of his mouth, guffawing, this time, at his own joke.
"Derek," Joe said, quietly. "It's just that..."
Suddenly, a loud, terrifying thud resonated through the hallways of the mansion. Joe shot up immediately. That thud was an all-too-familiar sound for Joe. It only meant one thing: Keisuke was coming. He turned to Derek.
"Derek...we gotta run!" Joe yelled. "Keisuke's coming!" Derek closed the diary and all the boyish and carefree happiness died from his face
"Keisuke...shit!" Derek whispered. "Where do we run to?"
"Anywhere! If you see a door, go through it! This house is frickin huge! He'll never find us." Joe saw that Derek's face bore an expression of desperation and fear.
"You can take the diary with us...if you want," Joe said in a playful, light-hearted tone. Derek grinned mischievously, taking the diary and packing it selfishly into his jacket, before the two of them bolted off together in any direction they could, the door slamming behind them as they left.
Moments later, an enraged Keisuke slammed the door to Joe's room open, his rage-filled eyes glaring across the room and back. He was angry...furious. Someone had taken his diary...his precious diary that contained all of his dirty secrets and thoughts. If someone were to read his diary, then he would've been ruined. And to make matters worse, Joe, the punching bag, was nowhere to be seen. He was worried...and whenever he was worried, the build-up of anxiety would morph into sheer anger and hatred. Keisuke was, at this point, a rampant, 700-pound tower, controlled only by his own emotions. Every bit of common sense he once possessed as a human being had been incinerated by his burning rage. He was ready to crush anybody who stood in his way or pissed him off.
"Where is that little fuck?" he yelled to himself. "And where the hell is my diary?" Disappointed that Joe was not in his room, the ferocious giant slammed the door shut and walked off.
"Forget Joe!" Keisuke thought to himself. "I'll just find the diary and beat him when he comes back." Never did it cross Keisuke's mind that perhaps Joe's disappearance had something to do with the disappearance of the diary. ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************
Derek and Joe sneaked across the fancy, overly-decorated hallways of the mansion with the speed and grace of a pair of gazelles atop the African plane, while making about as much noise as cool, summer breezes. In fact, the only noises that the pair couldn't prevent themselves from generating were the occasional muffled giggles of excitement (mostly from Derek) and the little "pops" that the doors made after they'd closed them. Running from Keisuke was surprisingly fun. Joe'd never felt so free in his entire life. Perhaps it was the fact that he possessed Keisuke's most valuable, yet most embarrassing possession, his diary, that caused this strange excitement. Or maybe it was just the possibility of getting caught. The fact that Keisuke was nowhere to be seen never even crossed the boys' minds.
The bad news was that Joe and Derek had been navigating through this seemingly endless maze of fancy hallways and doorways that neither knew where the hell they were. They'd promised themselves and each other, before entering the second hallways, that they'd keep track of which doors they'd walk through so that they'd know how to get back. But neither lived up to that impossible promise. And now, the two of them were genuinely lost. Then, it finally applied to Joe that perhaps the two of them should stop running.
"Derek!" he yelled, pulling the smaller boy back by his collar. "Where the hell are we?"
Derek fell back onto Joe, breathing heavily.
"I don't know," he responded coyly. "It's your house, isn't it?"
"Yeah...but...we should still stop running. We're so lost right now. We might never find our way back."
"C'mon, Joe," Derek begged. "Just one more door! I wanna find a good place to read the diary."
"Derek..."
"C'mon, Joe!"
Joe looked around the hallway, then sighed.
"Fine," he relented. "But we are going through one more door...JUST ONE!"
"Got it!" Derek smiled, having gotten his way yet again. Derek's eyes darted across his sockets and back, trying to pick from the row of doors.
"That one!" he cried, pointing to the one at the corner of the hallway.
"Alright," Joe agreed. "But this will be the last one we're opening. If you don't like what's on the other side..."
"Got it...got it...last door..."
Joe stepped up to the door in the corner of the hallway that was totally identical to all the other doors they've entered thus far, secured his hand on the knob, and flung it open. What he saw on the other side astounded him.
A bright yellow light pierced through the rim of the doorway, temporarily blinding Joe. Joe coiled his head back and shielded his eyes with his hands, trying to regain his vision. He could hear Derek step up to the in front of him.
"Wow..."he heard Derek moan. After a while, Joe's eyes adjusted to the brightness. When his vision came back to his sore eyes, Joe was astonished.
What was laying in front of him was a magnificent, picturesque environment. The sun was floating brightly over a clear, seemingly endless blue sky, cluttered with the occasional splatter of milky white clouds. Beneath the clouds was an endlessly green pasture, colored with a variety of different flowers...blue, white, green red...you name it! The gorgeous sky and the wonderful meadows came together in harmony to form one unimaginably beautiful spring day in Nebraska. The air was filled with the intoxicatingly sweet aroma of the flowers...the wild flowers that accompanied the meadow. Joe was amazed. All his life, he'd lived in this huge mansion surrounded by this beautiful meadow. But now that he was actually touching it...witnessing it...it was even more beautiful than he ever imagined.
"Joe," Derek said, snapping him out of his trance. "What are you waiting for? Come on!" Joe suddenly noticed that Derek had been taking advantage of the meadows, sinking himself within the many flowers. Joe laughed. He couldn't help but laugh. Derek was so cute and so innocent and na^Ëve. Derek elevated himself from the flower meadow and walked up to Joe and twinkled his eyelashes.
"Hey there, big boy!" Derek said in an intentionally fake-sounding Daisy Duke voice. "Don't I smell so pretty?"
"You sure do, you little fuck!" Joe laughed, leaping on Derek and messing up his hair. Derek fell back, but quickly crawled under Joe.
"Betcha can't catch me!" Derek yelled, before running in a random direction across the meadow.
"You're on, Derek!" Joe yelled back, before speeding off to chase his young friend. The sun was beating down upon Joe and Derek and both were sweating insanely. But nothing had ever felt so good to Joe. All his life, Joe had been contained...captive...enclosed within an inescapable prison of a life. He'd always yearned for freedom...and now, in the meadows, as he was chasing Derek...yelling, whooping, rolling through the meadows, with his blood pumping wildly through his veins and his sanity as a 2nd-class priority, Joe never felt so free. All the thick, heavy chains...pain, boredom, sorrow...disintegrated into the air. Joe was free...as he took full advantage of this new-found freedom.
Suddenly, Derek made a sharp turn...almost a U-shaped turn, around the straight path he was running and disappeared. Joe looked around for Derek, but couldn't find him. Just then, Joe felt himself crash onto the grass. A mysterious, unseen force crushed itself upon Joe's back. It was heavy, yet painless. Before Joe was able to regain his train of thought, yellow flowers stuffed themselves into his eyes, ears, and mouth. Then, he heard it...the giggle...the annoyingly cute giggle.
"Derek!" he yelled, swallowing the flower. "Get your ass off me!"
Derek laughed and ran away. Joe got up quickly, took the flowers out of his face, and pounced on Derek, occasionally having to cough the pollen out of his mouth and nose. Derek fought back, pushing Joe's face away in an attempt to break free. But Joe was much taller and much heavier than Derek's small, light frame and soon took advantage by reaching under Derek's shirt and tickling Derek in the stomach and on the neck. Derek burst out in a spasm of painful laughter, rolling madly on his back.
"Stop it, Joe..."he begged. "sss...stop tt...tickling....hahaha!"
"Do you give?" Joe asked. "Do you give up?"
"Yes! You win...you win...you win..." Satisfied, Joe removed his hand from Derek. Exhausted, Joe collapsed next to Derek in the grass, still laughing from the thrill that he'd just experienced. Derek, himself, was still giggling, trying to squeeze out the last of the hee-haws from his system. Then, silence. Both Joe and Derek had so much to say, but neither could put their thoughts into words.
The clouds flowed over the sun as a light, gentle breeze swept over the shadow- covered meadow. The two looked deeply into each other's eyes, as they laid, side by side. The two of them began feeling a mysterious force...an instinct stirring within their guts. The force...this strange force pushed their faces closer and closer to one another like invisible magnets wired within their souls, pulling toward one another...attracting one another. Joe put his arms around Derek, drawing him in. Derek wrapped his legs around Joe and closed his eyes in anticipation of...something strange...as their lips inched closer and closer and closer...but then, something clicked.
"Joe...this is weird..."Derek suddenly spouted. "What are we doing?"
Joe's eyes snapped open at Derek's words. Immediately, Joe slid his arms from under Derek and brushed off the younger boy's legs. The two of them laid, side by side, both embarrassed and confused. Derek's crotch felt uncomfortable after being held by Joe the way he was...he needed something...but he wasn't sure what.
"That was close," Joe thought to himself. "Maybe he didn't notice..."
Joe and Derek laid in the meadow, hundreds of feet away from the mansion, both staring upward toward a starry, moonlit sky. Cricket chirps decorated the night air and the stars shone as brightly as ever. Joe was still in disbelief and so was Derek. But in disbelief over what? Neither was sure. Perhaps it was just a side effect of the exhausting fun they'd had with each other...or maybe...just maybe it had something to do with the fact that Joe and Derek almost...
Either way, Joe was jollier than he'd ever been in his life. All the bad times...the homework, the expectations, Keisuke...all these negative elements of his life were just distant memories.
"Derek...today was the best day of my life," Joe said, sighing.
"Yeah," replied Derek. "Me too. I had so much fun today with you, Joe."
"Look at that sky," Joe said, pointing at the beautiful black tapestry that the heavens hung above them. "So many stars...they're so small, yet...so endless..."
"Do you know what mom used to tell me?" Derek said, traces of sadness bleeding into his voice.
"What?"
"Mom used to say that if you wish upon one of these things...stars...and if that star makes its away across the galaxy...then your wish will come true."
"Really..."Joe smiled, secretly boasting to himself how his wish had come true.
"Uh-huh," Derek said, sniffling. "You know...when I was little, mom and I...we used to just sit down, do nothing...just watch the stars...sometimes for hours...or for the whole night, even...just looking and admiring and...she used to tell me stories..."
Joe zoned out into the night sky, bathing his eyes within its flabbergasting beauty. Suddenly, he heard sniffles and sobs coming from Derek's direction. When he turned his head in concern, he saw that Derek was facing away from him, his body, shivering in sobs.
"Derek...why are you crying?" Joe asked, pained by Derek's sadness.
"I...I..."
"Do you miss your mom or something?"
"I miss her so much," Derek sobbed.
"Then...someday...I'll take you to see her," Joe said soothingly, gently placing his arms around Derek.
"No...you don't understand!" Derek choked. "My mom...she probably won't even be there when I do get to see her."
"Why not?" Joe asked. "I'm sure..."
Derek turned around to face Joe. "Because if she isn't dead by then, she'll probably be out sleeping with some rich asshole she finds on the streets!" Derek burst into tears onto Joe's chest as Joe stared blankly into the sky in disbelief, holding in smaller boy in his arms.
"You mean your mom's a h...a...uh..."
"Just say it!" Derek yelled, slamming his head against Joe's chest in anger. "My mom's a whore! She is a whore, okay? But it's not her fault, Joe! Don't you understand? She was forced into being a whore because we don't have any money. And now, she's dying with some sexually transmitted disease...that's why I took this job, Joe...to get money to save her."
"But your dad..."
"My dad...I hate him so much!" Derek screamed. "He's the reason why I'm living the way I am now. Mom met him in high school and she dropped out to get married with him. When I was born, he just left us for a younger, prettier woman...left my mom and I with nothing...no money...no property...nothing..."
"Wow..."Joe said softly, tears building up in his eyes as well. Derek continued to cry in Joe's warm embrace, until he fell asleep in Joe's arms. Joe looked deeply into the face of the boy he was holding.
"Derek...my angel..."he whispered. "I know you can't hear me right now, Derek. And it's probably a good thing that you can't. But I love you, Derek. Just thought I should tell you, that." Joe gave Derek's forehead a sweet, tender kiss, before standing up and carrying Derek back into the mansion. ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************
Joe found an unused bedroom within the mansion and tucked Derek snugly into the bed. Joe, himself, slept in another empty bedroom next to Derek's. The house was so big that Joe hadn't even realized that these bedrooms existed, before finding them. The bed was comfortable...more comfortable than the bed that Joe's room had to offer. But Joe couldn't sleep that night...he couldn't stop thinking about what Derek had told him about his life. It was hard for Joe to imagine anybody having to go through what Derek went through...at just twelve years of age. His dying, whoring mother...his asshole father...his hell of a life...Joe couldn't block these thoughts out of his mind. But there was something else...the feelings that he was feeling for Derek. What would happen if Derek knew these feelings? Joe was, after all, a boy, like Derek. How would Derek respond if he were to find out? Would Derek be disgusted that Joe felt the way he did about him? Would Derek reject Joe? Or could it be that Derek feels the same way?
"He's going to have to find out," Joe thought to himself. "I'm gonna have to tell him how I feel about him...but...not until he's ready."
We're getting closer and closer to that passionate love scene that I've envisioned for the two of them. Everything's set...except for where they're going to have sex. Do you want it to be :a. In Joe's room b. In the meadow c. In the shower or somewhere that's not mentioned above.(If so, please tell me where) Tell me what you think. Email your preference to me, Steve, aramflag@yahoo.com.