Les: Twenty years. A long famine...dreaming of a feast, every day. Now...to make up for lost time...Cromwell Lyons trust me---when no one else. He understood that one can be drawn to...some activities...like a moth to a flame. The urge is...overpowering.

Les: He said, 'Wait a while, Les, and when Ezekiel is complacent---send this.' Aaah...I don't know your name---but the fear in your eyes---make this much, much sweeter.Les: We're all victims, y'know? I didn't ask for these urges...you didn't ask for...this. Cromwell Lyons didn't ask for a traitorous, ungrateful son...there's no blame...only...pain.></a></td></tr></TABLE><p><br> <br></table><br></table><p><center><table width=80%><td align=right><font color= BEFORENEXT:
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