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Glen Wiseman
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2003

Chapter 9

Time marched on as May was followed by June. The temperature 
was warmer and everyone spent more time outdoors. Glen, 
carrying his fishing pole, went to the stream. He was surprised to 
discover the trio lying on a blanket getting some sun. All three of 
them were nude. All three bodies were very similar; Cliff a 
masculine version of the twins. The light brown hair, blue eyes, 
and slender bodies were very attractive. The girls had beautiful 
breasts that didn't turn into pancakes as they lay on their backs. 
Their pale bodies were clear of blemish. Glen couldn't help but be 
reminded of their youth.

Glen watched them talk amongst themselves for several minutes. 
He didn't feel right about eaves dropping, but he was more 
interested in the view. He couldn't help but hear a few words about 
leaving. He came over to the blanket announcing his presence by 
saying, "Now if this isn't a sight to behold, I don't know what is."

Wanda laughed and patted the blanket. She cooed, "Come join us. 
The sun is glorious today. The warmth on the skin and the soft 
breeze is just an amazing feeling."

Glen undressed and joined them on the blanket. He had never just 
lain out in the sun naked like this. He tended to think of outdoor 
nudity in much the same way as he had viewed nudist clubs as a 
young man. As a younger man, he didn't exactly know what went 
on there, but if people were naked then he knew they must be 
having all kinds of sex. Several years ago he had learned that his 
view was incorrect. Most clubs frowned on public expressions of 
sex. 

His plans to fish were temporarily forgotten as he lay down. It only 
took him a minute before he was enjoying the feeling of the sun on 
his skin. The sensations surprised him. A cool breeze blew across 
him, it was like getting touched by a hundred soft hands. He 
moaned, "Oh, that feels great."

Cliff laughed and answered, "I know. It makes me horny as hell."

Sandra looked over at Wanda and winked. The twins never missed 
an opportunity to tease someone. She teased, "So why don't you do 
something about it?"

Cliff, rather tense about the subject of his sexuality, bristled and 
retorted, "Look, you two are my sisters. So that leaves you out. I'm 
not into incest."

Wanda answered, "Neither are we."

Cliff snorted, "What do you mean? You two are always at it with 
each other."

Sandra reacted by saying, "Hey, it's masturbation. We aren't into 
incest or bisexuality. We are one person even though we have two 
bodies."

Glen found the discussion fascinating. He had wondered how the 
twins viewed their sexual relationship with each other. They really 
did consider themselves to be one person. The synchronicity of 
their movements was often very subtle and the casual observer 
could easily miss it.  He said, "Well, I'm not family."

Sandra squealed in delight. The twins had been hoping that Cliff 
would get a chance to get some relief. They had tried to set the two 
men up several times, but nothing had come of it. She said, "That's 
true. You can have sex with Cliff."

Glen shook his head at the transparent attempt. He snorted, "So 
you expect us to start going at it for your entertainment?"

Wanda frowned and replied, "No. We want Cliff to be happy. He 
isn't happy right now."

Glen came to a sudden decision. For some reason the idea of being 
with a man just wasn't that big of a deal. He knew he could do it 
just this once. He turned to Sandra and said, "Go up to the house 
and get some suntan lotion. We're going to burn if we stay our here 
too long."

Sandra started to pout at being sent away. Glen added, "Wanda, 
why don't you go with her in case she can't find it?"

The twins stood up and headed towards the cabin. As soon as they 
were out of sight, Glen turned to Cliff and stated, "If you want to 
do it, I'm ready."

Cliff smiled in relief as he reached over and gently stroked Glen's 
cock. When Glen became erect, Cliff moved over and took it in his 
mouth. Glen was surprised by how much pressure he put on his 
cock while fondling his balls with a gentle tantalizing touch. In the 
past, women tended to do it the opposite. Not enough pressure on 
the cock and too much on the balls. 

It didn't take Glen too long to get into the blow job. Cliff 
automatically adopted Glen's natural pace by timing his motions to 
the movements of Glen's hips. Cliff didn't go for a deep throat. He 
kept only the head in his mouth and his tongue touched all of the 
sensitive spots of the cock. His hand was grasped tightly around 
the base of the cock, jacking in rhythm with his mouth. 

The sensations were phenomenally good. This was the best 
blowjob that he had ever received. Cliff knew how to do things 
that most women had no clue. The problem was that it was hard to 
resist. It didn't take him long before he was on the verge of 
coming. Wanting to warn Cliff, he shouted, "Oh, God! I'm going to 
come."

Cliff redoubled his efforts with the effect of causing Glen to come 
before he expected. Cliff stayed on the cock and sucked down the 
come as it was ejected. He didn't stop immediately, but 
significantly reduced the pressure on the head of Glen's cock. The 
soft lips around his cock felt good to Glen, rather than irritating or 
painful. Too often women either leapt off the cock as soon as he 
came or they sucked with just as much pressure. In one case, it was 
like the orgasm was terminated early and in the other the pleasure 
quickly changed to pain. He moaned, "That was the best blow job 
I've ever gotten."

Cliff eased off his cock and smiled. He didn't expect Glen to do 
anything, but he had gotten tremendous satisfaction out of giving 
the blow job. He said, "Thank you."

Glen sat up and pushed Cliff on his back. Cliff was surprised and 
pleased. His cock was already erect. Glen, hesitant in making such 
a huge leap in his sexuality, slowly lowered his head down to 
Cliff's cock. Taking a deep breath to steel himself, he opened his 
mouth and went down on Cliff. He ignored his own reactions to 
having a cock in his mouth.

He tried not to think about what he was doing said about himself. 
Instead, he just concentrated on getting Cliff off as fast as possible. 
He sucked on the cock and started bobbing his head up and down 
along its length. He used one hand to stroke the base of Cliff's 
cock. He tightened the pressure on that hand. When Cliff's hips 
started thrusting, he timed his movements to the movements of the 
young man's hips. It wasn't long before Cliff shouted, "I'm going to 
come."

Glen chickened out at the last moment and used his hand to bring 
Cliff off. Even as he did that, he couldn't help recall how 
disappointed he always had been with women that did that to him. 
However, he wasn't ready to deal with having a man shoot off in 
his mouth. His action didn't seem to affect Cliff's excitement as his 
semen sprayed all over Cliff's chest and stomach. The last two 
spurts dribbled all over Glen's hand. 

Glen was fascinated by watching another man orgasm. The 
perspective when he came was totally different. He was looking 
down at the cock and the power of the ejaculation seemed less 
apparent. Watching it fly across Cliff's torso clearly demonstrated 
the force by which the come left the body. He could almost 
appreciate why the few women that really enjoyed oral sex, 
enjoyed it. One had a certain power over the man when they were 
coming, but the ejaculation suggested hidden power.

Cliff looked down at his stomach and over at Glen's hand. The trail 
of come was rather difficult to ignore. If they were still like that 
when the twins came back, there would be no doubts about what 
they had done. One of the advantages of swallowing was that there 
was nothing to clean up afterwards. He laughed, "Well, we made 
quite a mess didn't we?"

Glen nodded and replied, "Yes we did. I guess we might want to 
take a dip in the stream and wash up before the twins get back."

The two men went to the stream. Cliff walked in and sat down with 
a loud scream. The water was very cold. Glen tried the slow 
approach, but a minor slip caused him to fall back into the water. 
Cliff laughed at the shocked expression on Glen's face. The frigid 
water quickly eliminated all trace of excitement as their cocks 
shrank in response to the cold. Glen climbed out and shook himself 
off. He looked down at his cock and said, "It turtled on me."

Cliff looked confused and asked, "What?"

"The cold made it act like a turtle. The head retracted."

Cliff laughed and said, "I'm going to have to remember that."

Cliff quickly joined Glen on the bank. Together, they walked back 
to the blanket and lay down. A few minutes later, Sandra returned 
with the sun block. She came over to the blanket waving the bottle 
of sunscreen. She looked at their wet bodies and laughing said, 
"Wow, it looks like you two worked up quite a sweat while we 
were gone."

Glen corrected her by saying, "We went swimming. Take our 
advice and don't try it. It is very cold."

Wanda sat down and giggled as she looked at Glen's cock. She 
asked, "What happened to your cock? It shrank!"

Glen replied, "The cold water affected it."

She nudged her brother and asked, "So you took a cold swim. Are 
you feeling better?"

Cliff replied, "I'm feeling cold."

The twins giggled. They had watched the entire thing from behind 
some trees. Both of them had been shocked when Glen had 
reciprocated the blowjob. They had just expected him to agree to 
get one. They had always looked down a little at Cliff because he 
liked both men and women. Having Glen, who they had come to 
look up at, exhibit similar behaviors rocked their world. 

The four of them lay in the sun. After a short while the men dried 
off. Glen sat up and said, "Better spread some sun block before our 
private parts get burned."

Everyone cringed at the thought of sunburns on their private parts. 
Taking the bottle, Glen started to rub sun block on Wanda. Sandra 
lay there and watched. Cliff took the sun block and started 
spreading it on Sandra. He was careful in how he treated all of the 
naughty parts. In fact, he stopped to allow Sandra to do them for 
herself. The full body application of sunscreen was very sexy and 
intimate. 

When the men were finished with the women, the women started 
in on the men. Everything was tame until Wanda started putting 
the lotion on Glen's cock. Cliff watching the action immediately 
became excited and his cock rose up signaling its interest in 
receiving the same treatment.. Sandra, looking at Glen, continued 
putting lotion on Cliff. She continued applying it everywhere, 
continuing even when she reached his cock. Her rubbing, in time 
with Wanda's on Glen's cock, quickly brought a groan to Cliff. 
Glen didn't notice since his attention was on his cock and the 
excellent treatment it was being given by Wanda.

Sandra realized what she was doing about the time that Cliff 
ejaculated all over her hand. This was followed by Glen's 
ejaculation all over Wanda's hand. The twins stared at each other 
in shock. Glen, having come, was not going to argue about how it 
happened. The twins, clearly upset, stood and ran back to the 
cabin.

Cliff, after recovering from his orgasm, turned to Glen and said, 
"I'm afraid that something very bad just happened."

Glen thought about it for a moment as he realized what had 
happened. He stated, "Why don't you stay here for a little bit? Let 
me talk to them and I'll come back. We can then talk for a while."

Cliff, quite upset himself, replied, "Okay."

Glen washed off and then went back to the cabin. The trip took 
longer than expected since he was walking naked and barefoot.  
Entering the cabin, he found Wanda and Sandra on the couch 
crying. He sat down in the recliner across from them and waited 
for them to notice his presence. When they finally looked at him, 
he said, "You are upset that you just gave Cliff a little sexual 
pleasure."

Sandra, shuddering in self disgust, stated, "It's incest."

Wanda, just as ashamed despite the fact that her hand was on Glen 
the entire time, cried, "We're going to go to hell."

Glen interrupted them, "You were putting sun block on him. His 
body reacted to it. You didn't mean for it to happen and he didn't 
mean for it to happen. It was an accident, so don't beat yourself up 
over it. You didn't commit incest and you aren't going to hell. If 
you want, I'll find a priest that will tell you so."

Wanda and Sandra looked at him for a moment. Wanda looked at 
Sandra who returned a nod. The look they exchange was not a 
happy one. Wanda, clearly unhappy, said, "We liked it."

Glen, shocked by the revelation, didn't respond immediately. They 
were feeling guilty about something they enjoyed and were now in 
a moral dilemma. He didn't really know what to say to them. 
Finally, he stated, "You do not have to repeat it. If you choose to 
do so, then you need to think about how you will feel about it. It is 
often tough to redefine your sexual boundaries. You have to 
choose what is right for you. Believe me, having done so today, I 
know what I'm talking about."

The twins nodded their understanding. Even as they nodded their 
understanding, a revelation burst in his mind. Glen added, "Wait a 
minute. You two are always saying that you are one person. Tell 
me Sandra, were you jacking me off?"

Sandra smiled and answered, "I think so. I was so into what Wanda 
was doing to you, that I didn't even think about whose cock my 
hand was around."

"See? You two were in sync in pleasuring me. Cliff was just a 
temporary extension of my cock that you could get your hand 
around at the same time Wanda had hers on me."

The twins smiled and looked at each other. A communication took 
place that Glen could only guess at. He watched, fascinated as 
always, as they worked through the issue. After a while, Wanda 
said, "You're right." 

Glen stood and added, "Now, I need to talk to Cliff. He's a little 
disturbed by how much he enjoyed today as well."

Glen returned to the stream. Cliff was lying there enjoying the sun 
and thinking about what had happened. He was a little upset about 
how he had felt when he came. Now he felt dirty. Glen sat down 
next to him and said, "Well, they are upset because they enjoyed 
it."

Cliff looked at Glen blankly, as though he didn't understand 
English. The sentence slowly made its way through his thought 
processes and registered. He exclaimed, "They enjoyed it?"

Glen nodded. "Yeah. They did. So did you."

Cliff tried to deny it to both Glen and himself. He said, "No I 
didn't."

Glen snorted in derision. He stated, "I've never met a man who got 
off from a hand job and could honestly say that he didn't enjoy it."

Cliff replied, "Okay, I enjoyed it. While it was happening, I didn't 
even think about who was doing it, only that it was being done to 
me."

"That's basically what happened with your sisters."

"My sisters? It was Sandra that did it."

Glen shook his head in disagreement. He stated, "They view 
themselves as though they are one person. The experiences of one 
apply to both of them. They were both thinking they were jacking 
me off. Sandra didn't realize her hand was on your cock."

Cliff thought about it for five minutes. Glen, wisely, didn't say a 
word. Cliff finally came to a decision and realized that Glen was 
right. Sandra probably didn't even realize that it was his cock she 
was rubbing. He stood and said, "I'm going up to the cabin. We 
have some stuff to talk about. Would you mind staying out here for 
a while before coming back to the house?"

"No problem at all. I was thinking of actually taking a nap. I came 
twice this morning and that tends to make me sleepy." Glen 
stretched the truth more than a little. He wanted to be alone and 
that gave him an excuse.

Glen lay in the sun enjoying the peace and quiet for a change. He 
considered his situation in very basic non-judgmental terms. He 
was thirty-seven years old. He was retired and had sufficient 
money that he never needed to work again. He lived in an isolated 
location, yet he had three roommates with whom he was having 
sex and one of them was male. He had become a killer a month 
ago. As he lay there, he realized he had also become a nudist. He 
wondered if he was going to undergo additional transformations.

He considered the trio and their situation. He knew there was no 
way that it could remain the way it was. They were going move on 
and get on with their lives. It was inevitable. The only real question 
concerned when it would happen. He glanced in the direction of 
the cabin and realized that is was likely to happen soon. Had 
today's original activities been intended as a way to say goodbye? 
As he thought about it, he came to the conclusion that was a 
correct interpretation of the events. They had been talking about 
leaving when he had come upon them earlier.

He sat up and grabbed his fly rod. He waded out into the water. It 
was cold and took a few minutes for his lower legs to get used to 
the temperature. After attaching a fly, he started fishing. The 
repetitive action helped him focus his thoughts. He worked through 
what he could expect to happen to him once they left. Now that he 
had become more dependent on being around people, it was going 
to be very tough being a loner again. God, he was going to be 
lonely. He thought about cussing out the Sheriff, but knew that it 
wouldn't do any good.

After a while, he tired of fishing. He returned to the shore relieved 
in a way that he had not had any luck. There were times when the 
act of fishing was more important that actually catching fish. 
Today had been one of those days. He gathered up his gear and 
stood on the bank for a minute waiting for his legs to warm up. He 
had forgotten how cold the water was.

He dressed and gathered the stuff that the others had left behind. 
He headed up to the cabin trying to carry everything. About 
halfway there, he started to wonder if he should have made two 
trips. Nothing was heavy, it was just a lot of different items of 
varying sizes. He decided that he needed to get some sort of caddy 
so that he could carry this stuff back and forth.

He entered the house and dropped his stuff in the mud room. It 
took him a minute to put up his fishing gear, stash the blanket 
where it would be handy, and find a reasonable place to keep the 
sun block. Entering the living room, he found the trio sitting on the 
couch. They looked much happier and more relaxed. He dropped 
into the recliner and said, "Well, what's up?"

Cliff looked at the other two. At nods from them he turned to Glen 
and stated, "We wanted to let you know that we are leaving next 
week."

Glen nodded. His earlier guesses had been correct. He said, "I had 
expected that anytime now. What are your plans?"

Sandra stated, "Well, we are going to Atlanta. We are going to get 
some training on computers. Cliff is going to look for a job in 
construction. While being a checker here is a nice job, there just 
isn't much of a future in it for us. We need to find some way to 
earn a real living so that we can support ourselves."

Wanda continued, "We've felt guilty living here. It seems like we 
haven't contributed much to the household. You've been paying 
our way for much too long."

Cliff added, "We hope that you understand. We've been really 
happy here, but we've lost almost nine months of our lives. We 
have not made much progress in establishing ourselves."

Glen listened to them and finally said, "You guys are young and 
this is the time to set yourself up for the future."

Sandra leaned forward to add emphasis to her next statement. She 
said, "We would love to be able to come back and visit you. We've 
grown to love you a lot since we moved in with you. You saved us, 
helped us heal, and even taught us important life lessons."

Wanda, with a slightly wanton look of desire in her eye, added, 
"Besides, you are a good lover and everyone can use one of those 
in their life."

Glen laughed at Wanda's statement. He countered, "Hey, I've had 
two great lovers living here with me. I'm going to miss you guys a 
lot more than you'll miss me."

They discussed things for a long time. Finally, the twins got up to 
make dinner. Cliff went into his room. They had a quiet evening at 
home. In a way, they had all said all that they needed to say to each 
other. 

Four days later, the Metchettes stood around their truck, each one 
shifting their weight from one leg to the other nervously. The bed 
of the truck was loaded with all of their clothes. Glen stood there 
putting on a good face. He kissed both twins and said, "You are 
going to set the computer industry on its head."

He hugged Cliff and said, "I expect that you will have your own 
construction company a year from now."

Sandra said, "Goodbye Glen."

Wanda continued, "We're going to miss you."

Cliff said, "Thanks for all of your help. One day we will make it up 
to you."

Glen nodded and smiled even though he felt like screaming out in 
frustrated anger at being left behind. He said, "Don't worry about 
this old war-horse. I'll be okay. You take care of yourselves."

The twins were crying and Cliff looked misty eyed as they climbed 
into the truck. Bravely waving, they drove off. Glen watched the 
truck as it went down the driveway to the road. He watched for a 
long time after they were gone. An emptiness settled over the 
house.

Glen went out to the back porch and sat in the chair swing he had 
installed. As he slowly swung back and forth, he looked around his 
property. The cabin had been finished back in March and had been 
the occasion of a minor party. All of the last little details in and 
around the cabin had been taken care of. 

He had bought a tractor in April and prepared the ground for 
seeding. Now the whole area had a wonderful growth of green 
grass. He used the tractor to mow it every week, giving the front of 
his house a nice pastoral view. Five acres sounded like a lot of land 
to mow, but with the tractor it only took about an hour.

He had taken that month to plant an orchard with peaches, apples, 
pears, and cherries. There were four trees of each. It wasn't a large 
orchard, but he didn't expect to make any money from it. He 
wanted it for its appearance and to have some fresh fruit for 
making preserves. The orchard ran across the side of the pasture 
behind the house opposite of the stream. It would be a couple of 
years before it produced fruit of any quantity, but he was patient. 
He had left plenty of room between trees to drive his truck through 
it.

May had been spent grating the driveway and spreading stone on 
it. No longer would he be driving his truck up a muddy path to get 
to the house. He had also constructed a metal outbuilding in which 
to store the tractor and various tools he had. Cliff had been a lot of 
help in doing the work. The outbuilding had cleared a lot of room 
inside the cabin. In front of the outbuilding was the parking area. It 
was large and allowed him to make a complete turn while pulling a 
trailer.

He sighed when he realized that there were no more major tasks to 
be performed on the place. He decided that he could start to put a 
cross-country ski path through the woods and set up a picnic area 
near the stream. It was also a good idea to cut some trails to 
various spots along the stream. He looked around and realized that 
would keep him busy for another month. 

Even those activities seemed like a waste without someone around 
who was willing to share it. He could ski the path, but he would be 
alone. He could have picnics, but what fun was there in eating all 
by yourself in the middle of the woods. 

It was still early in the morning and there was nothing special that 
he had to do. So here he was, sitting on his back porch depressed 
and alone. He decided that he could fix up the house for single 
living again. He would move his bed out of the small area between 
the living room and dining room. 

Having a task to perform energized him as a means to escape his 
depression. He went in the house and went to work. He took his 
time and rearranged the furniture. Items that he didn't need 
anymore he carried out to the outbuilding. Inside, he looked at his 
furnishings. Most of them were used, purchased because building a 
house was messy work and he didn't want to ruin good furniture. 
He decided that he would have to get some new furniture. 

He still had an hour before lunch. He went to his desk and got out 
his financial papers. He went over his accounts. He was puzzled by 
the figures. He had been spending money at a significant rate, but 
his balances were all increasing. When he looked at the bottom 
line, he was shocked. He hadn't been paying attention to the last 
few royalty checks from sales of his romance novels. Then he 
realized, that with fifteen books selling over a million copies each, 
he was making some pretty substantial money. 

He laughed when he thought of sending a nice check to the trio 
when they found a place in Atlanta. He'd give them a couple of 
months to settle in and then he'd surprise them with a gift. They'd 
appreciate the helping hand. They were basically orphans and he 
was the closest thing to family that they had. 

He went to work on balancing his checkbook. When he finished 
reconciling his checks and the bank statement, he was pleased to 
see that he had a good balance. He wouldn't have to go to the bank 
before buying furniture. He glanced at his watch and saw that it 
was lunch time. 

He went in the kitchen to make a sandwich. While in the pantry, he 
was shocked to find how many boxes of cereal there were in there. 
The pantry was fully stocked. He realized that he had bought for 
four and now there was just one. It would be a couple of months 
before he was needed to shop. He put together a sandwich and 
went to the dining room table to eat it. His eyes fell upon a note 
from Cliff. He read it and tears welled up in his eyes. It was 
thanking him for being so understanding of his sexual nature. 

Glen ate his sandwich and looked around the house. He turned on 
the television just to have some background noise. He faced the 
two bedrooms trying to decide which one he would take for his 
own. He went into the room Cliff had used. It was spotless and the 
bed was made with fresh sheets. He could tell because the laundry 
hopper was filled with the sheets that had been on it.

He went over to the twins room. It too was spotless and the bed 
was made. However, on the bed were two pairs of panties and a 
note. He picked up the note and read it. He laughed as he read that 
the panties had been worn yesterday and were left for him to have 
something to remind him of them. They wrote that they expected 
him to spend many an evening masturbating while smelling the 
panties. As he lifted a pair to his nose, he wondered who could ask 
for a better going away present than that.

Later he left the house to look at furniture. He had expected to be 
able to walk into a store and pick out the furniture that he wanted. 
He visited every furniture store within fifty miles, but none of them 
had what he wanted. Frustrated, he headed back to town. He didn't 
think his desires were that outrageous, all he wanted was some 
very simple maple wood furniture. Oak would be overwhelming 
within the log cabin. He needed a contrasting wood.

He realized he was getting hungry. Rather than head home to eat 
alone, he headed over to the dinner. The food would be good and 
he would have a chance to talk to someone. He pulled into the 
parking lot and stopped the truck. Entering the restaurant, he was 
surprised to see someone sitting in his normal booth. He took a 
second look and realized it was Dale. 

He slid into the seat across from Dale. Dale smiled at him and said, 
"Funny, I was expecting you to show up here tonight."

Glen shrugged his shoulders attempting to affect an attitude of 
indifference. He answered, "I was out shopping for furniture and it 
got late."

The Sheriff didn't believe Glen and asked, "So did you end up 
getting furniture?"

Glen looked irritated and answered, "No, I didn't. I looked at every 
store within fifty miles and all I could find was oak. I'm looking 
for something like Maple. I need the lighter color wood to offset 
all of the oak walls."

Dale realized that Glen was telling the truth. He shook his head 
and suggested, "Well, if you can't buy it, maybe you'll have to 
build it."

A huge smile spread across Glen's face. Dale had just solved two 
of his problems for him. He now had a project that could take a 
long time and he was going to get furniture exactly as he wanted. 
At least he would be able to keep busy and that would help fight 
off the loneliness. He said, "Damn, I would have never thought of 
that. Thanks Dale. That's a real good idea."

Dale looked at the man sitting across from him in surprise. Glen 
had undergone major changes in the last few months. No longer 
was he the sullen withdrawn man that kept the world at arms 
length. His plan had worked, but he felt bad in a way. Glen was 
now unhappy in his isolation. Dale sated, "I doubt that you will be 
able to make the furniture you desire immediately. You might want 
to make some trial stuff and donate it to charity while you are 
learning some of the tricks of the trade."

Glen frowned and thought about it. He asked, "What charities are 
there that need furniture?"

The Sheriff laughed at the question. There were always charities 
that needed things. He suggested, "Well, there's the home for 
battered women. There's the orphanage, they can always use some 
small things for holidays and birthdays. Don't forget the hospitals, 
they can always some help. Even if they don't use it themselves, 
they can always use it in a fundraising activity."

Glen nodded as he thought about it. This project was getting better 
all of the time. He could work on furniture until he honed his 
skills. A lot of people could benefit from his learning experience. 
He broke the silence by saying, "Thanks a lot."




