Mary Ann used her passkey to enter room 915. It looked like all of the other rooms on the ninth floor - well appointed with nice dark wood. Two colourful spreads covered the two queen-sized beds that sat against the right wall under a large print of a pastoral scene. Opposite the beds sat a huge cabinet that held the thirty-six inch color television set that provided almost one hundred cable channels including some premium items like Home Box Office. This was another of the more expensive rooms that littered the eighth and ninth floors of her father's hotel.
Mary Ann moved over to the beds and removed the spreads, folding them and putting them in the cabinet under the television set. Then she turned down each bed, fluffing the pillows and depositing the required chocolate mint in the center of each one. How she hated this job. Moving every Saturday and Sunday evening from room to room preparing the beds for the "nice" people who could afford the luxury of a "superior" room in the heart of the city. Mary Ann looked at the fully equipped wet bar that sat near the windows. All contents complementary along with the things in the refrigerator - not like other places where they charged horrendous prices for each item if you were unwise enough to consume something. But at the price of these ninth floor rooms, Mary Ann guessed that everything should be complementary. She switched on the soft light of the bedside lamp, so that the occupants - apparently a married couple according to the roster - wouldn't have to enter a dark room on their return.
Then Mary Ann moved back into the hall, closed the door and pushed her little cart to the next door – 916 - the last room on her route. Each Saturday and Sunday it was the same - on the nights when Mrs. Gilbertson was off, Mary Ann had to cover the eighth and ninth floors preparing them for the night - smiling at the occupants if they were present – going silently about her task if the room was empty. Still, in return her father let her have a nice two-room suite in the lower basement and that gave her considerable privacy. And he paid for her tuition and books at college - first two years at the local Junior college and now at the State College not too far away. But in return, she had her weekend job which meant she couldn't leave the city or date on weekends. She hated that most of all.
And this week was the worst. It was spring break, and the city was full of college kids who played on the beaches and inhabited the night clubs and bars after dark. Even her father's hotel drew some of the college crowd - especially rich kids whose parents paid all the bills. She hated them most of all as they flaunted their money, drug giggling bimbos back to their rooms, got drunk, and made repulsive messes in otherwise nice hotel rooms.
Mary Ann wasn't a bad looking girl - perhaps fifteen or so pounds overweight with a round face and usually a happy smile. Her hair was jet black and she wore it short but stylish. She dressed simply, and although she had a few friends, she seldom saw them as nobody lived in the city center where the hotels were located. And weekends were out.
Mary Ann moved to room 916, put her key in the lock, opened the door, switched on the lights, and walked in. Two brothers apparently occupied the room according to the roster. Mary Ann walked into the room and stopped abruptly. It wasn't the two suitcases on the floor near the television cabinet that caught her eye, or the clothes laying on the closest of the queen sized beds. It was the naked man lying on the farthest bed that held her attention. About her age or maybe a bit younger, brown hair, reasonably well built, he was laying naked on the bed, spread-eagle, with white rope holding his wrists and ankles so that he had almost no slack allowing movement. And his lower face was covered with silver tape wrapped around his head so that he was rather effectively gagged.
The young man looked surprised and stared at Mary Ann who stood motionless and stared back. He grunted into the gag and flailed one of his hands unable to tell her whatever he had on his mind. After a few moments, Mary Ann recovered and closed the door. She walked over to the bed and looked down at the man who grunted and moaned into the gag while struggling with the ropes that bound him in that out-stretched position. Mary Ann just stood there for a few seconds, and then she sat down on the side of the bed and reached for the man's face, finding an end to the tape, and slowly unwinding it. When the end came and the boy's mouth was uncovered, he spit out a red rubber ball that the tape had held in place.
"Thanks," he managed. "Now, please untie me."
Mary Ann didn't say anything as she looked at the man inspecting his legs, his body, his crotch, his moderately defined chest - a bit skinny she thought - and his face. She glanced back at his crotch and admired the large penis that lay at an angle aside two egg-shaped testicles all nestled in a thick patch of brown hair. It was the size of the penis that held Mary Ann's attention. While she admired the large penis, the boy moved his jaw trying to get over the effects of the gag, and than again asked, "Please untie me."
"Why are you tied up here?" Mary Ann managed.
"My brother - the ass hole," spat out the boy. "He left me this way. We're staying here together."
"But why did he tie you up?"
"He got a date for tonight and he didn't want me in the way."
"I guess I don't understand."
"Well, he wanted to come here for Spring Break. He's my older brother - two years older. I'm 19. He's 21. Anyway, our dad said he would pay for the trip but only if my brother took me along and looked after me. That meant behaving, no drinking, and so on. Anyway, today he met a girl from some other state, and they made a date for tonight. My brother figures that he'll get a little - um - action tonight, if you know what I mean."
"I know what you mean," Mary Ann smiled.
"Anyway, he said if I went along it could cramp their style, and he wanted me out of the way. So he grabbed me when we came back after dinner to change clothes, and tied me up and taped up my mouth so I wouldn't bother anyone else in the next room."
"And he went away and left you like this?"
"Yeah. He's tied me up all the time ever since I can remember. He's big. Always been bigger than me. Strong too. So whenever I bother him, he grabs me and ties me up. Been doing it since we were kids. I can't tell you how many nights I've spent all trussed up and gagged in my bed."
"What did your parents say about that?"
"Well, generally they didn't know. Sometimes they saw me tied up, but thought it was a game and my mother only said that she hoped he didn't hurt me. Dad said it was just good clean boys fun."
"And what did you think?"
"Well, I got used to it. Sometimes I liked it – the feeling of being tied up I mean. That seems strange and I can't explain it, but I didn't complain too much. Only if he left me for too long."
"When will your brother come back?"
"Don't know. Maybe not until morning. Maybe any time. Depends on how his date goes."
"So," said Mary Ann thoughtfully, "what do you want me to do?"
"Oh, untie me please."
Mary Ann sat and looked at the young man for a few seconds glancing back at his marvellous penis, and then said, "I've got a much better idea. Please trust me and go along, and I think you'll enjoy what I have in mind."
With that Mary Ann picked up the red ball and moved it toward the man's mouth.
"What are you doing - aren't you going to untie me?
"Just trust me," said Mary Ann. "Now open your mouth."
"I don't think so," he said. "Untie me. Untie me now."
Mary Ann reached down with her free hand and pinched the man's right tit eliciting a sharp yelp. As his mouth opened, she shoved in the red ball. Holding it there, she picked up the roll of tape that lay on the bedside table and began winding it around the man's head securing the ball in place and reinstalling the gag more or less as she had found it. She took the used tape and threw it in a nearby garbage can.
"There," she said. "Now I'll be back in a little while. You just stay here and don't go anywhere."
The man grunted complaints into the gag, but knew that freedom wasn't in the cards - not just yet anyway.
Mary Ann got up, left the room closing the door behind her. She hurried to return her cart to the sub basement, then went to her room. There she changed clothes, picked up a few items out of the bottom drawer of her dresser, and returned to the elevator, heading to the ninth floor. Still using her passkey, she re-entered 916.
Slowly she approached the bed where the naked and bound young man still lay, now watching her every move. She was wearing a garment that some women call a "cover-up" - rather like a bathrobe but more stylish. She stood next to the bed looking down at the youth.
"I don't even know your name," she said with a smile.
"Mmmmmmph," he grunted into the gag.
"Well, Mr. Mmmmpf, is that your first name or your last name?"
"Umpf, Umpf, Umpf," the young man grunted trying to indicate mock laughter.
Slowly Mary Ann undid the cover-up and pulled it aside revealing that underneath she was naked except for a tiny black g- string. Had the ropes not restrained the man, he would have sat bolt upright in the bed at the sight of her well-formed breasts, her pleasant body now revealed before him. Smiling, she sat down next to him, and let her hand play with his chest, running it up and down toying with the bit of hair that decorated its center, tracing the line of hair that ran down over his stomach toward the patch of brown hair at his crotch.
"You're nice," she said. "A very nice toy. I'm Mary Ann. Do you mind if I play with you for a while?"
"Ummmmmmpfff," the boy protested.
"I'll take that as a no meaning you don't mind," Mary Ann smiled. Her hand now began to stroke the boy's penis. As her finger caressed it, it came to life, swelling and moving fairly quickly to an upright rigid position.
"Oh, you like that," she laughed. "I can play with this all I want I guess. It seems to like me." She ran her fingers up and down the how hard shaft, then let her index finger play with the swollen dark head. The boy strained against the ropes pulling and moaning into his gag.
"It's just as well that you're tied up," said Mary Ann. "No telling what you would do. This way we can take as long as we like - as long as I like anyway. You weren't going anywhere were you? No important appointments or anything."
The man lay back and signed, moaned, writhed in the pleasure that Mary Ann's fingers were bringing him. She caressed his balls holding each one at a time, bouncing them on the tips of her fingers. After a while, she stood and turned on the television set. She moved through the channels until she found the Playboy Channel. They were showing a rather innocuous skin flick about every man's dream - two girls and a guy alone in what apparently was a hotel room.
"Let's watch this," said Mary Ann. She lay down on the bed next to the boy, her head on his outstretched arm. Her right hand held his now erect cock, gently playing with it, keeping it hard.
They lay and watched the movie, which went on for almost an hour. Mary Ann continued to play with the boy, frustrating him, toying with him but never bringing him to any climax. When the movie ended, she turned off the television set. She looked down at the boy, and said, "You need a bath."
Slowly Mary Ann lay on the bed next to her bound playmate. Starting with his head, she licked him, covering his forehead, his cheeks, down to his neck, slipping over the gagged area. She worked her way down his chest paying special attention to his tits. Ever so slowly she moved down his stomach licking, using her tongue to tease and tickle him. Finally she reached his erect cock. She took it into her mouth and played with it, using her tongue to caress it, stroke it, taunt it. Pulling off of the erection, she took his balls into her mouth and rolled them around for what seemed to him like forever. Then she moved on down his legs until she reached the toes on his right foot where she lingered for a while.
Finished with his bath, Mary Ann moved onto the bound form, her face now next to his looking him directly in the eyes. He grunted a bit at her weight on top of him, but she knew he was enjoying it. His erection stayed firm, which was a good sign. Reaching down, Mary Ann removed the g-string. Wet from the stimulation, Mary Ann lowered herself onto the boy's shaft feeling it glide inside of herself. Slowly, rhythmically, she moved up and down, side to side. Her outstretched arms held his bound wrists. Her legs were just inside his as they were held by the white ropes. She played it out, taking her time. But at last, she felt him jerk - his body convulse. The movement became frantic, and he screamed into the gag. His increased motion brought Mary Ann herself to climax, and together the bound boy and his tauntress experienced mutual orgasm.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, Mary Ann lay on top of her captive and said, "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Spent, the boy lay exhausted, breathing hard though his nose. As the afterglow evaporated, she rolled off of him, and lay next to him for a long time, just holding him, saying nothing. Finally, Mary Ann got up and went to the bathroom. She returned with a warm wet wash cloth and used it co clean up the man, taking care to wash his stomach, his penis and testicles. She returned the cloth to the bathroom, and replaced her g-string.
"I had a good time tonight," she said standing next to the bed looking at him. "We must do it again sometime. My mother always told me, if you want to really enjoy a man, tie him up. I think she was right. I'll come back tomorrow night. If you're tied up, we can do this again. If you aren't, then I'm out of here.
Mary Ann then took something out of her bag. It was a cord about a meter long and it was red. Methodically, she used the cord to bind the man's testicles, separating them from each other, then she looped the cord up the shaft of his penis finishing it off with a large bowknot at the top just under the head.
"There," she said. "That will prove to your brother that something happened her tonight. Now you be good until he returns."
Despite protests from the still tied and gagged young man, Mary Ann went to the door, turned off the lights and left. She wondered what she would find in 916 when she returned on Sunday night.
Part 2
Martin Weston grumbled as he left the elevator on the ninth floor, and he grumbled all the way down the hall. He grumbled as he took out the key and opened the door. "The bitch," he said over and over. "The little bitch." Tall at over two meters, muscular at just under 100 kilos, he was not handsome, but rugged. He had looks that appealed to certain types of women, but didn't turn heads when he walked into a room.
Martin turned on the light and walked into the room; steady on his feet despite the amount he had drunk both while with his date, and after she left. He moved across the room watched by his brother, Steve. Steve was still spread-eagle on the farther bed, tied securely and gagged, more or less as Martin had left him. Martin walked over to his brother and the sight of him bound that way finally brought a smile to his lips. Then Martin saw the red twine that held Steve's cock and balls - the large bow tied at the head of his penis.
"What's this?" he said loudly. "What the hell have you been up to?"
Martin reached down and grabbed the duct tape that sealed his brother's mouth. He tore it off quickly not caring whether he took hair and skin in the process. The red rubber ball popped out, and Martin leaned down and said in a firm voice, "What went on here?"
"Untie me, you bastard," shouted Steve.
"I'll untie you when I'm damn good and ready," said his brother. "Now tell me what happened here. Why is your prick tied up that way? Who did it?"
"Damn you, I've got to pee. Untie me and then I'll tell you."
Martin went to the bathroom and picked up an empty glass. He returned and sat on the bed, put down the glass on the table, untied the cord around his brother's genitals, picked up the glass and held it under his Steve's penis.
"Pee into this," he commanded. "Then talk."
Left no choice, Steve filled the glass which his brother poured into the toilet in the bathroom. Then Martin returned and said, "Tell me what happened or you'll be there that way until you do."
Steve told his brother everything - how the girl had come into the room, removed and then replaced the gag (the wad of duct tape on the waste paper basket verified his story), returned dressed in the black g-string. Steve left out no details - he was graphic about the girl's activities, playing with his penis, keeping him erect, giving him a tongue-bath, and finally the sex completed. He finished by saying that she would do it again the next night if Steve was again bound.
Martin listened not interrupting his brother. When Steve finished, Martin stood and went into the bathroom and relieved himself.
"Got damn it," he sputtered when he returned. "I wine and dine that bitch, and she dumps me. You stay here all tied up and get laid. If that ain't the screaming shits!"
"So, I told you what happened. Now, untie me."
Reluctantly, Martin released his brother who stood and stretched and worked to relieve the kinks and soreness that being stretched for so long had brought on. Grumbling, Martin stripped, got into the empty bed, and went to sleep. Steve was back in his bed, and himself asleep after a while - but Steve dreamed of a repeat performance the next night. The only trick would be to get his brother to tie him up again.
The following day proceeded as usual with the brothers at the beach eyeballing girls in skimpy bikinis, striking up conversations, and trying to get dates or something for that evening. Frustrated, Martin used every trick he knew to find a willing partner for that evening, but every advance ended in failure. Grumbling, Martin returned to the hotel leaving Steve on the beach a while longer. The brothers ate dinner in the hotel dining room, and while they were eating, Steve approached his brother.
"This may seem odd, but for once I really want you to tie me up again tonight. The girl said she would return only if I was tied."
"If that's what you want, little brother," said Martin, "I'll be happy to do just that."
After dinner, the brothers watched television for an hour or so, and then Steve, who had striped, said that he was ready to be bound. Martin took lengths of rope out of his suitcase and tied his brother's hands behind his back. Martin noted that Steve's prick was already erect.
"You horny little bastard," his brother said slapping the hard penis with his hand, "you really are happy about all of this." Then he put the red rubber ball back in his brother's mouth and sealed it with wraps of duct tape.
Completing that, Martin brought out one of the bathrobes that the hotel supplied, and put it over his brother's shoulders. Steve, caught off guard, didn't know what his brother was up to and was surprised as his brother pushed him toward the door. Checking to see that the hall was empty, Martin pushed Steve out into the hall, then across toward the stairway. The brothers descended two flights to the seventh floor where Martin again checked to see that the hall was empty. Then he moved Steve down two doors to room 714. Inside, Martin pushed Steve toward the middle of the room where he made his brother lay down on the floor. All this time Steve protested into the gag, but it did no good.
"You're going to be tied up for sure, little brother. But it won't be you your mysterious visitor finds in the room tonight waiting. It will be me."
Steve shouted into the gag and protested, but his brother overpowered him and continued tying up his legs. Martin reinforced the ropes on Steve's arms and put ropes around his upper body. Then with Steve lying on the floor, Martin drew up his legs and secured his brother in a strict hog-tie. To be sure that Steve couldn't untie himself, Martin covered Steve's hands with duct tape and also covered all the ropes with tape. Martin then brought out a plastic bag and pulled it over his brother's head making a small hole for Steve's nose. Then Martin covered Steve's entire head with duct tape leaving only his nose free. Finally, Martin got a towel from the bathroom and wrapped it around his brother's neck and lower face and secured that in place with duct tape.
"Now nobody will hear your pathetic whines and protests," said Martin. "That towel will muffle any noise you might try to make.
Martin then shoved Steve into the space between the two queen-sized beds so that anyone entering the room wouldn't immediately see the bound man.
"Have a lovely night, brother," sneered Martin. "I'll be upstairs with your girl friend having a great time. See you in the morning."
With that, Martin walked to the door, turned off the lights, and left.
Steve struggled. In all the times his brother had tied him up, he had never been tied so severely. He could hardly move - only squirm a little. And with his head so completely bound, he knew that nobody could hear him - perhaps even if they wee in the room with him. He had no option but to wait for his brother to return.
Steve had no idea how long he lay there trussed up like a chicken waiting to be roasted. Then he thought he heard something. The towel that muffled him and the plastic and tape covered his ears, so he wasn't sure - maybe it was his imagination. Then he felt something. Something was touching his legs, and then his penis. He moaned as loudly as he could into his gag. The touching continued. Then it stopped.
Someone released the hog-tie and allowed Steve to stretch his legs. The mystery person helped Steve stand, then lowered him onto one of the beds and pulled his ankles back and retied the hog-tie. The person with him removed the tape that held the towel and took it away. Then he felt the tape being pulled away from the plastic bag and finally that was gone too along with the bag. Only the initial gag remained, and Steve could see Mary Ann standing there looking at him.
"Your brother is really a bastard, isn't he?" she laughed. She removed her housecoat and again revealed that she wore only the black g-string. "You see," she said, "I was working at the desk when Martin - that's your brother isn't it - anyway, when Martin came down and rented the second room. I figured you told him what happened, and that he might be the one I found in 916 tonight - and that he wouldn't be tied up either. So I did my rounds on eight and nine but I didn't go to 916. I decided to look here first - just to see what he was up to. And, as I suspected, here you are."
Steve would have smiled if the gag hadn't prevented it. Not only was Mary Ann sexy, but smart too. She had out-foxed his brother.
Mary Ann lay on the bed next to Steve playing with his penis which was now fully erect. She kissed him, toyed with him, and generally tickled and played with him for well over an hour. Finally she maneuvered his body next to his with both of them lying on their sides. She held him firmly, opening up herself while guiding his erection into her waiting love nest. Limited by the extreme bondage, Steve tried to thrust but Mary Ann was in control and she allowed him and herself only slow movement. She played him for what seemed like forever, and finally she climaxed. But she kept Steve at bay, reducing her thrusts. She pulled away leaving him frustrated. They stayed on the bed for a long time, just looking at each other. Then Mary Ann started the routine for a second time, this time holding her legs tighter, thrusting harder and allowing Steve to climax.
Again, the couple lay on the bed for a while. Then Mary Ann got up and went to the bathroom. When she returned, she talked to Steve for a while telling her about a plan she had formulated. He listened – what else could he do. When she was done, Mary Ann brought out another length of red cord and bound up Steve's testicles and penis as she had done the night before. Done, she kissed him on the forehead and left leaving Steve hog-tied and gagged on the bed. Mary Ann returned to her room and dressed. Then she went to the hotel office and called room 916. Martin answered.
"Nobody is coming to your room tonight," Mary Ann said. "You might just as well go and release your brother. If you're the one tied up tomorrow night I guarantee you'll have a night you'll never forget." Then she hung up the phone.
Furious, Martin went down the stairs and into room 714. He was astounded when he saw his brother up on the bed with the red cord again binding his cock and balls. Freed from the gag, Steve told his brother about how the girl had found him and how they had shared another night of unbelievable sex. Surely there was no sex like it, insisted Steve.
Martin grumbled but finally untied his brother, and the two returned to 916. Steve wondered what his brother would do on Monday.
Part 3
Steve Weston wondered what his brother would do. Monday passed with the brothers hardly speaking. Again, Martin tried to link up with a girl – almost any girl - and had no success at all. He and Steve tried the beach again, but found the same crowd. Many of the girls were obviously young - probably high school kids and not what either of the brothers wanted. Finally, while they ate dinner in a bar not far from the hotel, Martin looked at his brother and said, "Tonight you're going to tie me up - and do a good job of it. Then you're going to get lost. Is that clear? I don't want to see you anywhere around the hotel. Disappear or the next time I tie you up I might not ever let you go."
Steve didn't argue with his brother. After they had eaten and Martin had downed a few beers, the walked back to the hotel and to their room on the ninth floor. Again, they watched television for a while, and then Martin stood, brought out his suitcase with its cargo of ropes and tape, and put them on the bed. Slowly he striped and lay on the bed, arms outstretched waiting.
"Okay, butt head," he said to his brother. "Tie me up."
Steve took lengths of rope and fastened them to his brother's wrists. He secured the other ends to the legs of the bed pulling Martin's arms out and securing them so that the large man had almost no room to squirm. Next came Martin's ankles. Done, Steve looked at his brother. It was the first time he had been the bondage master - the top - and his brother had played the role of submissive. He was pleased that he had done a quality job. Martin would remain that way until someone freed him.
"Get with it, stupid," Martin spat out at his brother. "Gag me, and then get out. I don't want to see your scrawny ass around here again tonight. I don't care where you go. Just leave."
Cheered by his brother's nasty attitude, Steve put the red rubber ball into his brother's mouth and then wrapped his lower head with duct tape. Steve did an especially nice job with the gag pushing down the tape to remove any bubbles and guarantee that the tape stuck firmly to his brother's face.
"This isn't fair," complained Steve drawing on all of his powers as an actor. "She was my find, and I should be the one tied up on the bed tonight."
"Mmmmphhhhhh," screamed Martin into his gag.
"Oh, knock it off," said Steve. "Tied up that way, what are you going to do to me anyway?"
Steve gathered up his things, went to the door, turned off the light and left. He moved down the hall to the elevator and took it to the first sub-basement. Leaving the elevator, he moved down the Spartan unpainted hall until he found room SB-101. Softly he knocked. When Mary Ann opened the door she stood there blocking Steve's entrance while she looked at him.
"First time I've seen you untied," she said.
"Nice to be untied," said Steve.
"If you come in," she cautioned, "You might spend a lot of time tied up. You might not be able to leave even if you want to."
"I can't imagine wanting to leave you," said Steve.
"Still," she said, "You will probably spend the rest of your vacation in this room and you won't be saying very much."
"Can I come in?" asked Steve quietly.
"Come in," she said with a big smile.
An hour later Steve sat on an over-stuffed couch next to Mary Ann. Steve was wearing a straitjacket buckled tightly including crotch straps. His mouth was full of the bulb of a large black leather gag that was secured with a small lock. Cuffs held his ankles and his upper legs. That was all Steve was wearing. Mary Ann sat next to him, naked. Her right hand played with his erect penis while they watched a bondage movie on her small television set. It was the start of the most wonderful week he could ever remember.
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On the ninth floor, Martha Gilbertson, known by everyone who ever dealt with her as Mrs. Gilbertson, walked down the hall toward room 916. It was the last room on her rounds. She had returned from a weekend with her family, and was happy to be back in the hotel that she loved and where she had worked for over thirty years. Mrs. Gilbertson was a fixture - an old retainer - someone who was almost part of the hotel. At almost seventy years old, she was strong and tough and tolerated no nonsense. Nobody crossed Martha Gilbertson.
When Mrs. Gilbertson walked into room 916, she turned on the light, took one look at the naked man bound and gagged on the bed, and called the police.
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When Steve Weston flew home alone he wondered where his brother was. Both of them were scheduled to be on the plane, but room 916 was empty and there was no sign of Martin.
When he arrived at the family home, his father wanted to talk to him. He was unhappy about having to wire money to Martin to bail him out of jail – supposedly for consorting with prostitutes as the police assumed that only a hooker would have tied up the man and left him in his hotel room. Steve indicated that he would testify, if necessary, that he had tied up his brother as a prank. Then father and son had a long discussion and Steve explained what his brother had done to him – leaving him bound and gagged in the hotel room. He told his father about the girl and what had happened. His father laughed.
"I guess Martin got what was coming to him," his father said.
"Dad," said Steve. "I want to transfer to State College. I want to go and stay with Mary Ann."
"I hope there's more going that just bondage sex," said his father.
"There is," Steve said.
Steve's father agreed, also seeing that it would be best to have the two brothers farther apart - for a while at least. So Steve transferred to State College and moved in with Mary Ann. And so far in their relationship, she hasn't kept him tied up for more than twenty-four hours at a time.
Fin.
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