Tails from the Fastlane, Ch. 3
((Okay, here's the deal: this chapter turned out a bit long, but I think everyone will survive. Hopefully. ^^; I want to go ahead and say that I do not condone any of the illegal activities that take place in this story. It is merely a writing of fiction. There's more gay furry sex, experimentation with drugs, and mild violence ahead, so if you think that might offend you, I tell you once again to turn back now.))
Tales from the Fastlane, Chapter Three
By Buster Williamson
It was the Thursday after the camping trip had taken place. Skyler hadn't been the same since, remaining still and quiet around his friends and everyone else. Preston and Adrik has since then been completely caught up with each other, and hadn't even noticed their other friend's withdrawal. With all the stuff on his mind, the white fox decided to go visit Troy after school, the only person left he thought might listen to him.
Skyler looked at the address on the scrap of notebook paper, then up at the small, broken down house sitting in the middle of the ghetto. He'd felt scared even walking through the place to get there, but he wasn't about to turn back now. He approached the door and knocked a few times, standing back and waiting for an answer.
The screen door swung open as Troy rubbed his eyes, attempting to focus on whoever was there to see him. "What the-- oh, hey Skyler!" He smiled and motioned for him to enter.
The fox smiled back at him as he stepped into the living room of the house, noticing nothing in the room but a dirty green couch, a small television with bad reception of some news channel sitting on top of a peeling, brown desk cluttered with styrofoam boxes and empty beer bottles, and a large, framed picture of a beautiful green strawberry field that the young bat had painted himself hanging up on the other side of the room between two cracked windows.
"Er, hope you're not busy... I was hoping I could hang out with you for a while." Skyler's ear flickered in slight nervousness.
The bat shrugged. "Sure. My dad won't be in until the early morning hours, so you're free to stay as long as you need. C'mon." He led his guest to a creaky door near one of the corners in the room, opening it and stepping inside to his room. There was a mattress with blue sheets over it on the floor and an old dresser drawer by the door, stacked with comics and books. And that was pretty much it.
"Thanks..." said Skyler, sitting down on the mattress.
The bat pulled up a metal fold out chair, sitting in it backwards and propping his folded arms on the back of it. "So, what's up?"
The fox sighed. "Preston... I'm assuming he told you all about himself?"
Troy nodded. "Of course. Let me guess, he was on your wish list?"
"Before Adrik stole him away from me... yeah, I guess so..." Skyler slumped forward, rubbing his forehead.
"Oh, come on, man... Don't be like that. They still cherish you as a friend, just as you should them." He ran his webbed fingers through his spiked black hair, trying to read the male's eyes.
"But it's the goddamned truth! And I can never bring myself to telling him how I feel now without looking like a complete ass. Please, Troy..." the fox looked up, "what should I do?"
The bat sighed, frowning down for a moment. "Just let it go. Easier said than done, believe me, but their infatuation will pass over time and I'm sure you'll become the same three good friends you always were before. I can't help feeling like this is somehow my fault..."
Skyler huffed a sigh, nodding slowly and wiping away a tear. "I guess so... You shouldn't feel bad, though." He shifted uncomfortably on the mattress a bit, reaching beneath the cover under him and pulling out a silver flask. "What's this?"
Troy chuckled, waving a finger to him. "Not for you. It's rum, if you must know. Come on, put that back..."
The white fox looked up, gazing sadly with his large, blue eyes into the bat. "Please? Can I just try something new for once, maybe to see if it takes the edge off?"
The orange furred male rolled his eyes, frowning again. "Fine... but one sip, I don't want you throwing up all over the fucking place."
Skyler smiled. "Thanks!" He opened the lid, sniffing and wincing slightly. Gulping, he took a deep breath and put the tip of the flask to his lips, tilting his head back and letting the strong liquid pour down his throat. He immediately noticed it tasted horrible and burned his throat, but then he thought of the crush of his life being pawed off by his other best friend and fought the urge to gag, chugging the rum with his eyes shut tightly.
"Whoa! Holy shit, man!" Troy leapt forward and snatched the flask out of the fox's hands, growling as he shook it, finding it nearly empty and putting it in one of his drawers. "You're a first timer, that was WAY too much!"
A hiccup slipped from the fox's muzzle as he swayed back, grabbing onto the mattress. "No, I think it's okay, dude... I don't feel much different."
Troy sat next to the white furred male on his bed, sighing and placing a hand on his shoulder. "In four minutes, you won't be able to walk... I want you to just relax, okay?"
Skyler trembled, staring down at the wooden floor. "Oh God... What have I done...?"
The bat patted him softly, shaking his head. "Don't freak out on me. You've already taken the plunge, and now you gotta' ride it out."
Skyler leaned his head on Troy's shoulder and stared off into the wall for what seemed like the longest time, just enjoying the gentle petting from his friend. After a few minutes, he felt a sinking feeling in his stomach and blinked, swaying slowly from side to side as a strange dizziness suddenly overcame him. Another moment or so passed, and before he knew it, a big, stupid grin spread across his lips as he looked over to Troy.
"Okay, NOW I feel different." said Skyler, raising his eyebrows. The bat sniggered, rubbing the back of the male's head.
"Oh boy, we're in for a long two hours..." Troy raised up from the mattress, walking over to his door. "I'm going to go get a drink, you sit here and don't move."
Skyler just stared blankly at the bat and waited for him to walk out of sight. He attempted to stand up, suddenly feeling as if he'd just been thrown off a large building, knees shaking rapidly as he took a step forward, nearly falling over. He grabbed onto the wall for support and made his way into the living room, not caring how poor it looked now. As a matter of fact, it was quiet elegant! The fox stopped in front of the painting on the wall, looking it over with intrigue. His slightly blurred vision traced over the intricately developed vines and blades of grass in the field, along with the plump, ripe looking red strawberries blooming in rows throughout the vast, bright green area. He felt a lump rise in his throat, feeling a little overwhelmed by the beauty...
Troy walked out of the kitchen on the other side of the room, the door swinging back and forth behind him as he folded his arms, glaring at the fox. "What did I JUST tell you?"
The fox said nothing. He was too awe stricken and transfixed upon the picture for words. An ear perked up as the bat walked up beside him, and without warning, Skyler latched onto Troy's shoulders and planted a sloppy kiss on the male's lips. Troy pushed away immediately, nearly spilling his can of cola on himself.
"WHOA! Chill! You weren't even remotely attracted to me before you started sucking that shit down from the flask! Calm down!" The bat carefully sat his can down on the window pane and snarled.
"I'm... I'm sorry, Trey! I mean, Troy... You could uhhh, like... Can you help me sit down?"
Troy sighed, unable to keep from laughing at how cute the little guy looked wasted. "Here we go..." The bat carefully walked his friend back to his room and laid him down on his mattress. Skyler rolled over and stared at the ceiling, breathing deeply as he closed his eyes. "I'll check on you every so often, just lay there, maybe take a nap or something..." He reached down, petting the fox's soft, jet black hair. "If you need me, I'll be watching television. Or at least trying to..."
The bat slumped down into the couch and focused on the static hindered news channel, the same middle aged deer sitting behind a desk talking about the latest coverage on gang violence in America. "Today, the death of mafia overlord Vicente Galliani shocked millions across the globe. It is reported that he was shot and killed in the casino of the Royal Heights Resort in Palm Springs. The alleged gunmen are suspected to be members of the notorious Gale Street crew, one of the most violent gangs in--" Troy turned off the TV in annoyance and laid back on the couch, slowly dozing off in the quiet house as he hoped Skyler was doing the same...
Troy woke with a start as he heard someone else knocking at his door. He groaned, pulling himself from the couch and forcing himself to answer the door. As he opened it, he found Adrik and Preston standing there. "Oh, you two as well, huh?" The raccoon and jackal looked at each other and laughed as Troy invited them inside.
The three of them sat on the couch, settling in comfortably and looking to one another.
"Skyler's mom said he was here... We wanted to have a sit down with him about what's been going on in his mind lately." said Adrik, an ear flickering slightly.
The bat frowned. "He's in my room asleep right now. I think you guys could have done this sooner, he was pretty tore up... And in more ways than one, I might add."
Preston lofted an eyebrow. "About what? And, uh... How?"
"You two. Look man, don't tell him I said this..." Troy looked over to his bedroom door. "...but Preston, it seems he really liked you too. He was broken hearted when he came in here, and not even ten minutes after he showed up he was getting tanked off his ass. I didn't want him to, but he insisted..."
Adrik's head fell down into his hands. "Fuck."
The jackal took a deep breath. "I was afraid that might be the case... How long has he been out?"
Troy shrugged. "A few hours, maybe. I don't know, I was out cold when you guys showed up too."
The raccoon chuckled lightly. "You weren't high again, were you?"
"No, but I was planning on it before he got here. And that reminds me, I could use a good toke..." He got up and quietly went into his room for a moment, returning with a lighter and wooden pipe in one hand, and a small bag of green in the other. "Hope you guys don't mind, you can wait outside if you want."
Preston looked over to his ringtailed friend, raising his eyebrows. "Remember what we talked about?"
The raccoon grinned and looked over to the bat. "Actually... could we join you? We just want to see what it's like..."
Troy stopped dead in his tracks. "You mean... Oh gods, what the hell. Since when did everyone start coming to MY place to get fucked up?" He laughed, sitting down at the end of the couch by Adrik. "The ATF is going to be busting down my door, I just know it." He carefully dumped some of the sticky weed into the bowl, packing it in tightly.
"We won't tell! 'Sides, it's not like anyone but our parents would give a fuck..." The raccoon curiously leaned over and sniffed the pipe.
"That's what I'm worried about..." said Troy, placing the tip of the pipe to his lips and igniting the lighter, holding it over the bowl. The herbal crackled softly as it turned red on the top, the bat inhaling sharply for a few moments before pulling it back and stifling a cough. "Nngh... hold... hold it in..." He passed the lighter and pipe next to him.
Adrik looked over it cautiously, jumping as the bat burst out into a coughing fit by him. Banishing his conscience to the back of his mind, the raccoon lit the bowl and took a drag, dropping the lighter and clasping a hand over his muzzle to keep from coughing.
Preston laughed and picked up the lighter, taking the pipe from his friend and firing it up himself. The jackal could take the burning sensation a lot better than Adrik, holding the intoxicating smoke in as he passed the paraphernalia back to Troy.
They repeated the process a few more times until only ash remained in the bowl. Troy fell back against the cushion of the couch and smiled widely. "Well, that did it for me. How do you guys feel?"
"Dude... What were we doing?" said Adrik, looking from side to side. Preston waved the pipe in front of his face, the raccoon's bloodshot eyes following it with a slight delay.
"I feel like I just loaded the universe into a cannon and shot it at my fucking brain... this is... wow..." Preston looked over the room in wonder, feeling way more relaxed.
Troy erupted with laughter, falling out of his seat and curling up on the floor, holding his stomach. The other two couldn't help phase into a laughing fit as well, leaning on each other as they pointed at their friend in the floor, cackling loudly.
Adrik stood up. "Dude!" Everyone suddenly hushed. "Seriously... why are we laughing?"
The jackal pulled him back down into his lap, kissing him lightly on the nose. "Because we're high, baby cakes."
Troy leapt up and nearly fell back over, but saved himself by grabbing onto the arm of the couch. He sat the pipe, lighter, and what was left of the weed by the television and turned it back on. He changed the channel to a cartoon station and sat back down. None of the three cared if they could barely make out what was happening; they couldn't even tell what was happening around them, let alone in a cartoon.
Three more hours passed by as they stayed glued to the screen. The sky had turned dark outside now. "Hey, we should be getting home soon." said Preston as he rubbed the raccoon's shoulder. A simple nod was all he gave in response.
The bat looked over to them. "I think you guys still need to talk to Skyler. Poor guy's probably still knocked out."
"Oh, shit! That's right!" Adrik got up, helping Preston up as well as they treaded over into Troy's room. There on the mattress, still, was their cute little white fox.
"Awww... He looks so sweet." Preston sat down in the floor by him, the coon taking a seat on the other side of Skyler.
The fox groaned and opened an eye as he looked up, his friends gradually coming into focus. "Ugh... w-what are you guys doing here?"
"Experimenting. We'll tell you later... But first, we need to talk to you." Adrik looked over to the jackal and nodded.
Skyler yawned and sat up, glancing back and forth between them. "About what?"
The coon put an arm around Skyler's shoulder, smiling. "Look... We realize what we've done, and well..."
"We're sorry." said Preston, placing a hand on the fox's knee.
"...What did Troy tell you?"
"Everything." A sad expression came over the jackal's features. "I never knew... But, now that we do, and we're all comfortable..." Preston moved his hand up to the fox's thigh. "Maybe you're in the mood for a little fun? It's a day of first times of different things for all of us, after all..."
"You're saying... you would... for me...?" The fox found himself incapable of words.
Adrik pushed back gently on Skyler's shoulder, laying him back down on the mattress.
The fox could hardly believe what he was experiencing. Was he still dreaming? Was he still drunk?
Preston lifted the fox's gray t-shirt up and over the male's head, Adrik running one hand over the soft, lithe, white furred stomach and unfastening his pants with the other.
"T-thanks, guys..." said Skyler, propping himself up on his elbows to watch, still trying to get a hold of what was happening, and how it was happening so quick!
They took off his sneakers and slid his black trousers and boxers down past his ankles, leaving the fox's dangling male hood exposed, the tip of his red member protruding from the edge of his sheath.
Preston leaned down and lapped his tongue over the tip of it, Adrik nuzzled the soft, loose orbs beneath them, both their nostrils filling with the fox's scent as his cock gradually extended to it's full hardened length.
The two began lapping their tongues over the shaft of the thick, red maleness, licking up and down as their tongues met every so often around the base. Soon, Skyler's length was gleaming with saliva as the jackal and raccoon continued making out with his cock between them. The mere sight of such a thing nearly made the white fox want to explode then and there, but he never wanted this feeling to end, grasping the mattress tightly and biting his lower lip as he watched in utter ecstasy.
The two tongues continued gliding over his throbbing redness and loose hung sack. Preston took the length full into his muzzle and circled his tongue around it as Adrik lapped away at the fox's fuzzy, white testicles and the fragile area behind them. They took turns doing this until they felt their friend's leg muscles tensing up.
Skyler rested his hands on the backs of their heads, pushing them down as he moaned loudly, his hips raising up. The jackal and coon ran their tongues around the sensitive shaft, muzzles opened wide to receive the male's load. Suddenly, the throbbing red cock bulged and blew load after load of hot, sticky fox goodness for them. The white goo was spread inside and over the two males' muzzles, thick ropes of the warm seed clinging between both their lips and the pulsating maleness in front of them. Adrik and Preston shared another deep kiss with the fox's member in the middle, exchanging their friend's juices as a bit more oozed from his tip, running down onto their noses.
Troy opened the door and looked in. "I thought I heard a moan or some--" He stared awkwardly at them as the raccoon and jackal turned their heads, smiling to the bat. Their muzzles were coated with a mess of glimmering spit and cum, the fluids mixing together and running down their chins. "Aw, fuck! You guys are so washing those sheets!" Troy turned around and shut the door, going back to the TV. 'Mother of Christ, is that ALL they do!?' he thought to himself as he sat back down.
The three friends looked to each other and giggled. "Oops!" said Skyler, grinning down to them. "You guys were really good..."
Preston grinned back at him. "We've been practicing."
After the three friends had cleaned up, they decided to take Troy out to eat at the Waffle Shack to make up for them messing up his sheets. "You guys really don't have to do this." said the bat, pulling into the parking lot.
"Ah, it's nothing. I haven't eaten all day, but I don't know about those guys." Skyler grinned and turned to look at Adrik and Preston cuddling in the back seat, not really bothered by it anymore.
Troy put the old, black Camaro in park and opened his door, letting up the seat so that the two in the back seat could get out. They went inside and sat down at a booth, the place nearly empty save for an elderly couple and a few truck drivers. The boys were looking over their menus as the waitress, a slim ferret girl maybe a little older than them, approached their table with a smile.
"Hey there, what can I get you to drink?" she said in a perky tone.
"Um, actually, can I go ahead and order?" Troy looked up, one of his elongated ears flickering to the side.
"Sure!" The ferret took out her notepad and pencil.
"Um... I'll just have a bacon cheeseburger with onion rings and a coffee."
She scribbled down the order, then looked to the white fox sitting next to him. "And you?"
"A patty melt and diet cola, please." Skyler smiled back to her, admiring how her fur must have been as light and soft as his own.
Preston and Adrik only ordered sweet tea even though they'd been extremely hungry just little a while ago, but they were too tired to eat now.
"So, tomorrow's Friday... What are you guys going to be up to?" said Troy, exchanging glances with the other three.
The jackal's large, slender ears perked up as he gave a slight smirk. "We're going to jam out at my place. My dad got me these kick ass new double pedals a few days ago, and I've already gotten the hang of them!"
The bat chuckled. "Sounds nice! Would it be okay for me to come and watch?"
Preston nodded. "Of course, my place is just a couple blocks from Adrik's house and fairly easy to find. You might want to bring some ear plugs if you cherish your hearing, though. We don't let up on the high decibels!"
Adrik laughed. "He so stole that line from his neighbors!"
The jackal pushed his friend's shoulder next to him playfully, smiling as he narrowed an eye. "It's not my fault they're a bunch of fucking prudes! Their backyard baseball tournaments are just as loud and annoying as we are."
Skyler sniggered, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, but they don't hold backyard baseball tournaments every weekend."
The raccoon smirked back at Preston, pushing him back. "He's got a point."
Preston huffed and crossed his arms. "Well then, we're fifteen year olds and it's our job to piss them off. How's that?"
Adrik leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, not caring if the old people or truck drivers saw him. "Much more accurate."
The ferret girl walked back over, carefully setting the plates and drinks out on the table. "If anyone needs anything, just call for me!" She walked away, Skyler watching her fluffy tail swish from side to side as she walked back behind the counter and started talking to one of the cooks.
The fox arched a brow. "That was quick..."
It didn't take long for Troy and Skyler to scoff down their food, finishing up the last bits and pieces only ten minutes later. As the bat shoveled the last piece of bacon cheeseburger into his muzzle, he looked outside, noticing a loud bass rattling the window. Four huge trucks and two sleek looking sports cars pulled into the parking lot, a group of large males exiting from the vehicle and quickly approaching the entrance.
"Ah shit, here come the jocks..." said Adrik, noticing the rottweiler leading the pack.
Troy wiped his muzzle and sighed. "We should go now..."
The four friends got up and walked over to the cashier, Preston paying the ticket as the horde of loud, rowdy males entered the restaurant.
"Oooh, look, fellas'! I didn't know Waffle Shack had a pride parade!" Brock sneered over to them as a few chuckles came from behind him. The same gecko they'd always seen him with was standing at his side, though looking slightly irritated and avoiding lifting his gaze from the floor.
Preston pushed through the group of males blocking the door, followed by his friends as they ignored them and headed out to Troy's car. They heard the door behind them swing back open. They knew they were being followed.
"Hey! You fuckers are in direct violation of our personal space! I think all four of you owe us an apology!" yelled the large rottweiler, followed closely by his minions.
Adrik turned around and faced them, almost growling. "Leave us alone! We were here first, anyway!" he spat, gritting his teeth.
"Oh, shit..." said Troy, he and the other two turning around now as well.
Brock looked as if someone had just told him playing football was now illegal. "What did you say, you little bitch!?" He bolted forwards and grabbed the small raccoon by his collar, snarling loudly.
"Brock..." came a mellow voice from behind him. He paid it no mind, yanking the smaller male closely to him, nearly lifting him off the pavement.
"I will fuck you up, punk! You think I give a fuck!? Say you're sorry! SAY IT!" the rottweiler screamed into Adrik's face.
Troy grabbed onto the backs of Skyler and Preston's shirts, restraining them from lashing out at huge guy. "Look, just let him go and we'll leave!" the bat attempted to reason.
"BROCK!" the voice behind him yelled out. The large canine was yanked back, dropping the raccoon in the process. The gecko held a firm grasp on the larger male's throat. "Enough is enough! I'm sick of watching you do this shit, you've turned our entire team into a bunch of assholes like yourself!"
A bulky tiger behind him lunged forward to grab him, but was met with a quick, swift kick to the stomach from the gecko's foot. The feline fell back and kneeled down, holding his stomach and wheezing as the rest of the jocks stepped back. Brock struggled in the lizard's grasp. "Get out of my face, Michael!"
The gecko slung him into the back of one of the trucks, flaring his nostrils down at him. "If I ever catch you bullying again, I will thoroughly beat your ass, and you know I can do it... Now go home."
Brock shot to his feet, growling loudly as he jumped into his hulking Dodge Ram and sped off. "This is not over!" he yelled from the window as he sped out into the road, soon followed by the rest of his crew, save for the scaly one.
"That was awesome!" said the bat, smiling widely to the lizard as the rest of the cars emptied out of the parking lot.
"Thanks... Sorry guys, not all athletes are complete dicks. It's the ones like Brock who perpetuate our stereotype..." The gecko extended his hand forward. "I'm Michael Ashton."
The four friends took turns shaking his hand and introducing themselves, though Troy seemed to have taken quiet an immediate liking to the fellow.
"Well, I need to get going... My ride just sort of left me."
Troy shook his head, looking back to his car. "Well... I could give a ride back home, though there may not be much room."
Adrik patted the bat's shoulder, smiling. "Hey, our neighborhood is only like three blocks from here." He turned to Preston and Skyler. "You guys feel like walking?" They both responded with a nod, still tired and a little too shocked from what had just happened for words.
"See ya' at school tomorrow." Skyler waved to the bat and lizard as they turned and treaded off down the sidewalk towards their houses.
Troy waved back, then returned his attention back to the gecko with a nervous smile. "So, uh... Yeah, this way!" He led the lizard to his sketchy little black car and got in.
Michael settled into the passenger seat and clicked his seatbelt in, smiling back. "I really appreciate the ride, man." He dug through his khakis pants pocket for a moment, pulling out a wadded up ten dollar bill and placing it in the cup holder between them. "This is for gas."
Troy looked over to him and tilted his head, then turned back towards the road as he pulled out. "Man, you don't have to do that... You just saved our asses, after all."
Michael shrugged. "Just take it. I get my paycheck tomorrow anyway."
The bat lofted a brow. "Really? Where do you work?"
"I'm a chef at the Jade Diner, my cousin Anthony owns it."
"Wow, really!? I love that place! I wish I could afford to eat there more often..." said Troy, slowing to a halt at a stop sign.
Michael chuckled. "Yeah, me too... I live in the center of the Bronx, I hope you don't mind driving through there."
"Shit, I've lived on west and twenty third my whole life. Nothing really surprises me anymore." Troy pressed down on the gas again, proceeding down the road and turning at an old, abandoned train station covered in graffiti.
The gecko nodded slowly. "Wow, tough place... Both of us, I mean. Since I don't think I'll be hanging out with any of the guys on the team for a while, you wanna' do something tomorrow?"
"Um, actually I'm going to watch Adrik, Preston, and Skyler jam. I guess you could come, they probably won't mind an audience."
"They seemed like nice kids. How long have you known them?" Michael looked out the window. "Oh, turn left here..."
Troy nodded and followed as directed. "Um, almost a week, I think." He continued down the road for a few minutes of silence, occasionally glancing at the male beside him from the corner of his eye. After a few more moments, something relatively important came to mind. "Oh yeah, I don't know if you're homophobic or not, but if you are, just take it easy around those guys..."
Michael chuckled. "Why should I care what they do? No, it doesn't bother me... You have to remember, I'm used to taking showers naked with much larger guys than myself. Even though the others might not like homosexuals at all, I think they're nice people."
The bat laughed, slowing down on the narrow street as he watched a group of older teenagers playing basketball outside an old church. "Yeah... So, where to from here?"
"We're almost there. Turn right on Haines road, and it's the second house on the left. Blue paint, old brown Mitsubishi truck in the driveway."
Troy carefully turned the Camaro onto the road, easily spotting the small blue house he spoke of. He pulled into the dirt driveway, parking and looking over to the gecko with a warm smile. "Thanks again, for everything..."
In an unexpected move, Michael leaned over and put an arm over Troy's shoulder, hugging him. "Anytime... Swing by tomorrow and pick me up before you head over to those guys' place, I'm interested to hear what they sound like."
Troy hugged back and grinned. "No problem, and me too. See you later, I guess."
The gecko opened the door and slid out of the old, black car, waving goodbye to the bat. He shut the door and walked up to the stoop of his house, glancing over his shoulder as he went inside.
"Damn..." said Troy, "I wonder if he's... nah..." He let the thought roll off his back and pulled out of the driveway, heading back home to a bed of cum stained sheets. Though the more he thought about it, the less it bothered him.
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