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Madison</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <A HREF="http://www.blue1water.com/id18.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="http://www.blue1water.com/id18.htm"><U><B><IMG SRC="1b420200.gif" border=0 width="32" height="32" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="2" VSPACE="0">back to Main Directory </B></U></A><B> </B><B>     </B><B><IMG SRC="12e19280.jpg" border=0 width="25" height="40" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B><B><IMG SRC="12e19280.jpg" border=0 width="25" height="40" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B><B><IMG SRC="12e19280.jpg" border=0 width="25" height="40" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B><B><IMG SRC="12e19280.jpg" border=0 width="25" height="40" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="LeKnight at Bluewater"><U><B><IMG SRC="1b610110.jpg" border=0 width="16" height="17" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"> </B></U></A><FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#33CCFF" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="LeKnight at Bluewater"><U><B>back to</B></U></A></FONT><A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="LeKnight at Bluewater"><U><B> </B></U></A><A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="LeKnight at Bluewater"><U><I><B>Debaucherous Tales</B></I></U></A></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I><B>Batu Madison</B></I> . . .<FONT SIZE="1" COLOR="#FF66FF" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><I>by mdg._</I></FONT></div> <bR> <div> <I>Merciless or majestic, he was soon to discover,</I></div> <div> <I>there is that for which we have no reason.</I></div> <bR> <div> <I>"Each piece of music you write, moves me." he says to his friend, replacing instruments to their cases after closing hours.  They had been playing here for almost a year now.  The lounge bar of this beachfront hotel.  Guests come from everywhere. Some for a few days, some for a week, longer, vacations, weekend get-aways, couples, singles looking.  Very relaxed, leisurely atmosphere.  A pleasant place, where they and their music was well appreciated.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Thank you Kev," replies his friend, "I try to write life from the heart."</I></div> <div> <I>"And that you do very well," he says "For all who come to hear us every night. Those in love, those in lust and those who seek, and what have you and I?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Not much," his friend replies</I></div> <div> <I>"Exactly. They dance, they sing along, they laugh, they leave together, in love or in lust.  We go back to an empty, lonely hotel room until the next night."</I></div> <div> <I>"Moments fleet, taste so sweet, precious flesh we eagerly seek," replies his friend,</I></div> <div> <I>"Now WHAT in the hell is THAT supposed to mean," he asks his friend</I></div> <div> <I>"It means, Kev, that all the ladies who flirt with us are the fleeting sweet moments, yet that what moves our heart, body and soul is what we so eagerly seek, and have yet to find." he says, "But since when do I have to explain in detail all my lyrics to you?" </I></div> <div> <I>"Is that one you're working on now,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yea."</I></div> <div> <I>"Let's get out of here, get a cold one, go sit an the beach, we'll talk about it there."</I></div> <div> <I>Sunrise on the beach, deserted, always soothing, relaxing, and does give one a chance to clear the mind.  This time of year it's a warm breeze from the south until the sun comes well over the horizon, when it gets hot, crowded and noisy with tourists. </I></div> <div> <I>"You know, we have to offer suggestions for remodeling the lounge," he says "that is part of our agreement,"</I></div> <div> <I>"I know," replies his friend "So we better get a few hours sleep, they'll be here this afternoon and we have to be there."</I></div> <div> <I>Back to their rooms, quick shower, a few hours sleep. </I></div> <div> <I>No need for alarm, the screaming tourists passing through the halls take care of that. A few cups of coffee, scruffy pair of jeans, a perfectly wrinkled shirt, and of course his favorite, sandals which should have been thrown out years ago.  Excellent beach attire. They meet in the hall, and off to the lounge to meet with management and interior designers to discuss the remodeling project.</I></div> <div> <I>"Kev, you look like hammered shit," says his friend "You could have at least combed your hair and found a shirt without holes in it. How does that look for our image?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Hey, I'm not going for the show, I'm going for what I know,"</I></div> <div> <I>"You amaze me Kev, and the ladies still think you're cute," laughs his friend</I></div> <div> <I>The hotel manager, the lounge manager, a construction team of four, and the consulting designer, waiting as they arrived. </I></div> <div> <I>"Glad you came," says the lounge manager to Kevin "Let's get started with the planning for now, we have to open again in a couple  of hours. Let me introduce to you everyone here."</I></div> <div> <I>With formal, back and forth handshakes, introductions, and re-introductions, everyone took a seat, </I></div> <div> <I>"Well, Madison, since you're going to be coordinating all of this, would you present your thoughts, and plans,"  says the hotel manager,</I></div> <div> <I>She wasted no time in laying out sketches, plans, passing out folders, and of course and outline of what she had in mind for schedule, working during hours when the lounge was closed.  Not an easy task, since the lounge will still be open every night, and that would not be interrupted.  She stood, adjusted her glasses to her nose, marker in hand, making notes on the dry-board and talking without a stop for a breath. </I></div> <div> <I>"Jesus Christ," whispers Kevin to his friend, "another nerdy intellectual, this is going to be fun,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Shut up and listen, we get paid for this," replies his friend,</I></div> <div> <I>The meeting continued and many good ideas came from all, including Kevin with his laid back appearance and  attitude. Plans were made, and work would begin in early morning after closing. </I></div> <div> <I>"You have some excellent ideas, Kevin," she said as they were leaving, "NERDY intellectual, HUH," with that I got you grin, "And what are you? Harry the hobo?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Ok, you got me," he said, "I was running my mouth, which is what I'm best at. See you later, we have to get ready for tonight's show."</I></div> <div> <I>The rest of the band arrived, all the others left, doors to the lounge locked, an hour to get instruments, sound again ready for another show.</I></div> <div> <I>"Hey, Kev, tune your guitar," said the drummer</I></div> <div> <I>"It's tuned," he blurts back</I></div> <div> <I>"Bullshit, you're so far out tune . . hurts my ears,"</I></div> <div> <I>"What's wrong with you Kev?" asks his good friend, " You're out of tune, have you gone deaf?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Ok, Ok, maybe it was slightly out, better now?" he replies abruptly</I></div> <div> <I>His friend, nose to nose with him, looks him straight in the eye,</I></div> <div> <I>"She got to you, didn't she?" he says with a grin</I></div> <div> <I>"What the fuck are you talking about?" he blurts, but definitely a flush in his face,</I></div> <div> <I>"THAT NERDY intellectual got to you," says his friend again, "Oh boy," and shakes his head, still grinning,</I></div> <div> <I>"Shut up and let's get to work," Kevin orders, "we open in fifteen minutes, let's get serious."</I></div> <div> <I>"I was serious," mumbles his friend, </I></div> <div> <I>The doors were opened, and the crowds drifted in. This was the height of tourist season, and within an hour there would be no empty chairs and standing room only.  For the next few weeks it would be like this every night till closing.</I></div> <div> <I>Within a half hour the place was packed.  Excellent atmosphere, very good group who made it a point to keep the guests motivated, dancing and simply having fun. </I></div> <div> <I>The drummer wasted no time in bringing things to life, her never asked, although Kevin was the leader.  His was a recording, blaring with his drums exploding along, and always the same, as many times as Kevin told him not to,</I></div> <div> <I>"Let the games begin," with his blaring fanfare 10 minute drum rolls,</I></div> <div> <I>It did, as much as Kevin hated to admit it, always bring life to every performance, every audience, </I></div> <div> <I>Then the show began, with a few teasing comments amongst the group, and it all came to life.  The "voice", always the drummer, animated body, animated character, a true lover of life and passion in what he was doing. He announced each and every song.  Amidst the performance, constant communications between each other on stage, alive, moving, audience loved their relaxed interaction, amongst each other and audience. </I></div> <div> <I>"Hey Kev, " his friend blares in his ear, never missing a note on the bass, "Now THAT is one fine looking hide," motioning to the door with the neck of his bass.</I></div> <div> <I>Yes he was caught off guard by his friend's screaming remark, but who could not be, even after first glance. This gal had class and knew how to carry herself unassuming.  Simple, thin loose flowing dress, like a gentle rolling wave,  just above the knees, low cut, very subtle class, and no arrogance, politely looking for a place to sit. </I></div> <div> <I>"Kev, get your fucking tongue back in your mouth, and sing", his friend jostles him with shoulder,  "that's just the Nerdy Intellectual designer."</I></div> <div> <I>"I know that,"  between melody, he blurts back,</I></div> <div> <I>All the tables chairs occupied, she just stood there listening, somewhat out of place now.   Vachir, the drummer, the wild one, wasted not time, motioned a waitress, never stopped his rhythm and instructed her to seat the lady standing, at their break table. </I></div> <div> <I>A short intermission, the group, to their table, relax between shows, fifteen, twenty minutes, then back again to entertain. </I></div> <div> <I>The drummer wasted no time, it was his nature, not fear, and say what you think,  sat close as he could and,</I></div> <div> <I>"You ARE looking fine tonight," he says to her</I></div> <div> <I>Kevin's good friend, playfully grabs Vachir by the shirt, </I></div> <div> <I>"Hey back off, " he whispered in his ear, "</I></div> <div> <I>"I think our fearless leader is in lust," he said, "he just doesn't know it yet,"</I></div> <div> <I>And so the conversation drifted to remodeling, the music, and a lot of nonsense back and forth among the group.</I></div> <div> <I>Back on stage and on with the show. But sitting there,  she could feel him glancing more and more at her during the show.  His glances, curiosity, uncertainty, definitely confused.  She felt the heat, without cause, not known before, and knew she could not let it escape her.  Her mind was made up, why not, ask him to breakfast, what could he say, NO ?</I></div> <div> <I>A break again, this time the mood at their table, more relaxed, one more show, and finished for the night.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Would you like to join me for breakfast after the show," she said to Kevin, as not accepting anything less than a YES.</I></div> <div> <I>"Sure, why not," he said, "but not in the hotel, I get sick of  this place at times. We'll get some stuff, have breakfast on the beach, otherwise, forget it."</I></div> <div> <I>"That sounds like fun," she said "what shall I get?,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Get anything you like," his friend blurts out,  "he's a human trash can, eats everything."</I></div> <div> <I>The show again, he continues his glances, her seat it empty. </I></div> <div> <I>"Don't worry," says his friend,  "She'll be back."</I></div> <div> <I>"Do I look like I care,?" he says</I></div> <div> <I>"Forget it, you're lost,"</I></div> <div> <I>The final song, one last request by a guest, instruments stored, the place is cleared, and there she sat, at their table. A small basket, a shoulder bag, no elegant dress, just nice loose shorts, loose blouse, and ready for the breakfast on the beach.</I></div> <div> <I>"Give me a few minutes to put things away," Kevin says to her, slightly dazed</I></div> <div> <I>He was not quite prepared for all of this. Boldly she invites, boldly she has all prepared, yet patiently she waits.  </I></div> <div> <I>"You see how patiently she is waiting?" the drummer says to Kevin, "That's usually a sign that the woman is planning to lay siege." </I></div> <div> <I>"Go get some sleep </I><I>Vachi," he says, "Those drums have deranged your brain."</I></div> <div> <I>"What's in the basket?" Kevin asks her</I></div> <div> <I>"Breakfast like I promised," she says</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, whenever you're ready, let's get out of here," he says</I></div> <div> <I>The beach  was only a few minutes walk, around the point, through a small briar thicket trail where tourists never went, nice, quiet, secluded, and early morning, the most peaceful place on the island.</I></div> <div> <I>"Where are we going?" she asked, wrong shoes for the soft sandy beach</I></div> <div> <I>"Where it's peaceful, and no tourists," he says "just follow me."</I></div> <div> <I>And there after a few minutes of winding, ducking, dodging briar trails, a few hundred yards of clean, undisturbed beach, surrounded by all the briar thickets. </I></div> <div> <I>Her heart began to race, this completely serine secluded place, sun not yet coming over the horizon, and this guy, who for whatever reason, scruffy as he was, she was attracted to without reserve. </I></div> <div> <I>From her pack a large blanket, her shoes no longer, from the basket, the breads, cheeses, sausages, small cakes, a bottle of wine, napkins, glasses, and fruits.  She was prepared, and it did not go unnoticed. </I></div> <div> <I>This was more than he had bargained for, the solitude, the warm moist salty sunrise mist, her soft pleasing  smile, with the jabber about nothing and everything, this so called breakfast, all night gig, so completely relaxed. He was no longer in his arrogant self-control.  Without reserve, his hand along her thigh, along her soft hips, to her waist, a gentle, but firm grip, laid her back, he had to taste these lips, and feel her warm glow, it was not his to decide. Never had he felt such inner heat, a rush throughout his body, what had she done, to drive him to such feelings. His advances were so well received, it was a moment not her not he cared any more than that what laws of nature dictate.  With not a word spoken, she pulls off his shirt, her blouse and bra, somewhere to the sand, and so with the rest, his were strewn, not important where,  hot desiring bare flesh to bare flesh, in heated embrace, without control, just pure nature's lust.  His greedy lips, caress her neck, to her tender breasts, her hands entangled in his hair, the aching between her spread thighs, she feels his rigid cock pressed to her thigh,  his warm breath against her tingling flesh, he traces with nibbling lips, pressed tightly, then lightly, he feels her clitty rising, pressing in his side, her subtle grinding pressing tighter to his body, one sudden eager rush, yet never let his lips loose touch, with broad of tongue, between her swollen pussy lips, one devouring lick, her hands wrenching out of control through his hair, his lips so tightly locked around her clit, her body trembling, thrusting hips, so close to flooding orgasm, legs now clenched around his body, her breaths, her moans, no control, nor a care, his constant probing, digging hot tongue deep within her heat, fiery rushing waves through her body, his hands around her thighs, she lost control, the violent, explosive thrusts against his lips, a flood nectars he did not stop,</I></div> <div> <I>"ooohhh jjeeeesssss,, iiiiii'mmmmmmm cmmmngggg, auugghhhh," but then the need, for all she wanted, pushed him back, still quivering, shaking, pushed his shoulders to the ground, with shaking hand, no words, no thoughts, squat herself, and pushed his rigid cock within her depths. He had no say, but so glad she did, her grinding rocking hips, his cock so deep within, it took his breath away, his throbbing cock releasing all, this fire rushing through his soul, she slowly lays herself on his chest, his diminishing cock still feels her heat, her inner depths still kneading on his flesh, no words, soft breaths, and sighs, with little waves now playing at their feet, the tide was in, </I></div> <div> <I>"We need to go, I have a show again you know," he weakly says</I></div> <div> <I><IMG SRC="149b4f00.jpg" border=0 width="180" height="240" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="8" VSPACE="8">"I know, and I have things I need to do," she replies, yet does not move</I></div> <div> <I>"Well then let me up," he says, yet makes no effort to move</I></div> <div> <I>"OK," as she rolls herself over into the sand, looking for clothing, scattered, and some now wet from the tide, covered in sand.  They managed to dress, shaking out sand from damp and dry, wherever their clothing they found. Gathered to basket the remains of their meal, and trailed without haste back to the hotel. </I></div> <div> <I>She to her room, he to his.</I></div> <div> <I>"Some breakfast," his friend says as he enters the room, "you loo</I><I>k like you've been dragged behind a galloping horse for a mile,"</I></div> <div> <I>He flopped himself down on his bed, wet clothes and all, the shower would come later, he needed his sleep.</I></div> <div> <I>The following evening after their breakfast rendezvous, the lounge was packed, of course she did now have her place to sit secured. Her dress a lot more casual, his now much more to the occasion. Was this now beginning of coming to mutual ground ? Among the group, there was no doubt, those melodies which had more meaning were more than just directed to the rest. She sat there listening, relaxed but tired from early morning supervising another few hours of her responsibilities to renovate this lounge. Again a break, he came to their table. Both faces slightly flushed, hoping no remarks were made by others in the group. "Did you get some rest before you had to work,?" he asked</I><I> </I><I>"I feel wonderful, thanks, yes I did, " she replies, a soft look, I hope we do it again,</I><I> </I><I>"Me too . . ", he says, "I got back to the room, took a shower, had a little breakfast and slept very well,"</I><I> </I><I>His good friend, a look in his eye, "you lying shit, you passed out before you hit the bed,", but knew better to hold his tongue,</I><I> </I><I>"Well let's get back and finish this show and sends these folks home," he says</I><I> </I><I>The show had ended, the guests have all filtered out, the rest of the band waste no time in leaving after storing the instruments.</I><I> </I><I>"Good night you guys," each member of the group says as they leave,</I><I> </I><I>"Aren't you going to get some sleep?" she asks</I><I> </I><I>A waiter comes, with very large tray,the table well set, with bottle of wine, some snacks, a few small hot dishes, two candles he lights, one single white rose in a shot glass, and leaves. "What is ALL this ? " she asks</I><I> </I><I>"Well you fixed breakfast, dinner is passed, I thought and early morning snack might be nice, is that ok with you,?" he asks</I><I> </I><I>Her body tingles, this barbaric guy, has dressed with a bit of class, and taken the time to arrange all of this. Her heart was racing, not for the entree, but for the thought. Was this the guy, in all his scruff manner who is taking her heart ?</I><I> </I><I>"This is beautiful, I don't know what to say," she says, still flustered, and not sure,</I><I> </I><I>He poured the wine, a toast of course, he takes one small favor, and touches it to her lips, "Nothing has ever tasted this wonderful before," she thinks, her heart, it's racing, pounding out of her chest,</I><I> </I><I>They tease, and feed each other with these small morsels of food, the heat within this lounge, it rises with their pleasing,</I><I> </I><I>His hand across the table, slowly reaches,</I><I> </I><I>"Would you have this dance with me," he asks, such a soft, confused smile,</I><I> </I><I>"There's no music," she says, even more confused,</I><I> </I><I>and then he said, what he didn't know he said,</I><I> </I><I>"With you, I don't know why, and don't ask why, I hear the music all the time,"</I><I> </I><I>So slowly, they danced, to his imagined tunes, she knew, she felt, beneath this scruffy image which he portrayed, he was a guy who for the first time had felt what comes from the heart, and not simple empty words. His hands around her back, caressing from shoulder to thighs. She knew it was not her body he caressed, it was her soul his hands were seeking and wanting to know.</I><I> </I><I>With passion such as this, she knew it from the start, it would not end with a simple good-bye.  With only a few more days till her work there would be finished, thoughts of having to leave raced through her mind. "Would he ever take the lead ?" she thought,</I></div> <div> <I>his hand softly caressing her beasts, "he's teasing me," she thinks, . .  no words exchanged, only aroused breathing, as he nibbles one her neck softly, the silent slow dance, his fingers methodically unbuttoning her blouse, she wore no bra tonight, how could he resist, his lips delicately kissing her exited nipples, flushes racing through her body, she lets set the pace, enjoying the slow lead, </I></div> <div> <I>"God I'm hot," she thinks as he slides her skirt up, his hand slowly under, into her panties, fondling her swollen, aching pussy.  She knows by his touch he is enjoying her steamy, dripping heat, playing with her moisture, probing between her puffy lips, just to much for him to resist, his fingers deep in her, probing, searching for her highest arousal, not much dancing, only her swaying hips, grinding on his teasing, his gentle biting on her breasts, his other hand such a wanting firm grip on her ass, lifting her to her toes.  </I></div> <div> <I>Too much for her not respond. Fingers fumbling between their tightly pressed bodies, undoing his pants, she wants hot flesh in her hand too. His erection so close, driving her out of control, such a flood between her quivering thighs.</I></div> <div> <I>With both hands she forces his pants down, no time for formalities.  He took the lead, she wastes no time to follow.  Pleasures given, pleasures taken. His fingers digging deeper in her drenched heat, kneading her ass, both her hands greedily having her way with his throbbing cock, wanting her lips around this shaft, not wanting him to stop his probing, remembering his tongue in her pussy on the beach. </I></div> <div> <I>"Stop," she says "I want to suck on your cock,"  pushing him back and into the chair. "Did I say that? "  she thought, "Oh well, too late,"  grinned, quickly pulled off his pants, tore off her blouse, skirt, panties, kneeled, spreading, caressing his thighs, fondling his proud erection, now dripping with prelude juices, she grins at him, rolling her fingers around the moist head,  his look, pleasant confused, </I></div> <div> <I>"What is she up to ?" he thinks</I></div> <div> <I>Her warm breath teasing as she lingers so close, a delicate lingering wet kiss, a <IMG SRC="14e98dc0.jpg" border=0 width="152" height="220" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="8" VSPACE="8">slow dragging lick along the length of his pulsating cock, her teasing grin, a stare into his flushed face, and without notice of intent, wraps her hot, hungry lips around it's length so tight, his heart racing, fondling in her hair, she spares no motion, this greedy lust, his pleasing sighs and moans, her drooling lips, these subtle sounds she makes no effort to hide, it drives his hunger wilder, </I></div> <div> <I>"Come on," he says in quivering voice,  "I want to taste you too," pulls her back, takes her by the hand, to one large dining table, no words needed, she knew his thoughts, on his back to the table, she climbed up quickly,  spread her thighs, and pressed her pussy tight to his lips, it was of course, as she knew his urgent want, and hers of course, to feel his rigid cock to her devouring lips.  </I></div> <div> <I>Her feverish, now greedy slobbering lips, trying to suck the very life from him,</I></div> <div> <I>she feels his orgasm near, by his tongue digging deeper into her, his hands kneading her ass without reserve, </I></div> <div> <I>"Ahhhhhhhgggggggg, Immmm ccmmmmmmng," his muffled sloppy moans between her gyrating thighs, pulling her tighter and tighter to hips lips, </I></div> <div> <I>She wants it too, together with his, violently grinding her clitty to his hot eager lips, convulsive quivers, quakes in her thighs, then one explosive thrust and flood of orgasm to his muffled moans of deep pleasure, as he erupts, shock waves through their bodies, she comes with such intensity not ever known could be. This is more than lust as both were soon to realize, it was the want and need to be one. A need which is not quenched with a simple orgasm, their caressing, fondling after, continues, in their sweat and juices of passion, wanting time be put on hold. His lips softly teasing, petting, savoring her hot, wet trembling thighs. Her fingers gracefully stroking his semi rigid cock, rubbing its wet head to the nipples of her breasts, again he's coming to arousal. Her thoughts rushing like fire, to have him deep within her aching heat, his gentle fondling on her clit, fingers probing deeper in her twitching pussy, she knows he wants to penetrate her very soul, his hot throbbing cock in her hand, no time for thought, one determined move to roll him on his back and thrust herself on his erect shaft, taking all he has to give, and give he did, and take they did, from and to each other as a raging fire fueled by the winds. His hands kneading the cheeks of her ass, pulling her harder down to him, feeling his pulsing orgasm as she erupted with his. She wanted to scream, and tell him all she felt which rushed through her, but only thought, without one word spoken, "you don't know how I love you" as he brushed her hair back slowly from her sweat beaded  face, with only a soft smile, she wished she knew what were his thoughts. </I></div> <div> <I>"Would you like a drink?" she asked</I></div> <div> <I>"That sounds great, and we better get some clothes back on before someone stumbles in here"</I></div> <div> <I>"You know tomorrow I have to leave for a few weeks back to our main office to draw up some other plans" she says, "will we see each other when I get back?"</I></div> <div> <I> "That's up to you," he says</I></div> <div> <I>"How up to me?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, I mean, "</I></div> <div> <I>"What ?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, you a design executive, me a musician, maybe I don't fit into your life"</I></div> <div> <I>"SO, does that mean we have a date when I get back?" she says with a chuckle,</I></div> <div> <I>"I guess we do," he grins</I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I>to be continued /</I></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>