Amiga ISO Collection/AmigaDemoCD2.iso/ASCII/TEXTE/SEX/ADULTSHARE/A/ASS14699.TXT

Text File | 1994-03-26 | 28.5 KB | 508 lines

     This story does not contain any violence, rape, pedophilia,
non-consensual activities or bestiality.  It does contain scenes
of consensual m/f sex.  If this disturbs you, please pass by.  If,
in whatever jurisdiction you reside, you are underage - please
read no further.

Standard disclaimers:  This is a work of fiction - no character
within is a depiction of any real person, living or dead.  No
place or event described within exists outside of the writer's
imagination.  This work is copywritten by the author and is for
private use of the reader only.

Delta.
PS:  Part 2b begins with the last 20 or so lines from Part 2a.

@BEGIN_FILE_ID.DIZ

                        STRIP CHESS

                 Part 2b:  The Chess Match @END_FILE_ID.DIZ



     Bill chuckled and shook his head.  "Now that everyone is
ready, we can begin.  Move.  Pawn to King's Pawn four.  You
have two minutes." He started the timer.
     Jen looked at Bill.  "One more thing, Bill."
     "Now what is it?  You want me to spot you a rook, do you?"  He
was trying to get under her skin - she giggled - in more ways than
one.
     "No.  Just one more condition.  No surrender, Bill.  That okay?"
     "Pardon?"
     "No one resigns.  We play it out to the bitter (or naked) end.
No matter what.  We play until a checkmate."
     "I wouldn't have it any other way."  He paused.  "Say, what
if there's a Stalemate?"
     Jen was surprised.  She hadn't even considered that.  "Then
all bets are off.  Anything after that is by mutual consent."
     "Agreed.  I'll reset the timer for you - my last act of
charity for the night."
     "No need. Move. Pawn to Queen's pawn four."  She reset the
timer and started it.
     Bill looked up.  Jen had never used the Centre Counter Defense
before as a counter to the King's Pawn opening.  She generally played
a fairly conservative game.  Her strength lay in the powerful
defenses she was able to erect.  If she tried to play it fast and
loose, she would be going down in flames rather quickly.  On the
other hand, taking her pawn would give her queen the centre of
the board.  No matter, he would force it back quickly enough and
now was as good a time as any to show her what she would be in for.
     "Move. Pawn takes Pawn.  And now," he smiled and the image
which came to her was that of a cat playing with a mouse, "it
begins."  He set the timer for two minutes and started it.  She
obediently stepped back from the table and closed her eyes.
     She was trembling, yet managed to control herself as she
allowed another image to fill her mind.  'Better be careful,
Sylvester,' she verbalized to herself, 'This is one giant mouse
you don't want to tangle with.'  She was still trembling, but
now it was with suppressed laughter.  She felt he was behind her
and knew it when his hand caressed her hair momentarily before
gathering it together and sweeping it across her left shoulder
to spill over her breast leaving bare the right side of her neck.
He tilted her head sideways, she offered no resistance.  She gave
a little jump as his fingers stroked her bare neck and she heard
his chuckle.  His lips replaced his fingers.
  He nibbled up and down the hollow of her neck.  Gods!  Where
did he learn to do this?  It was intensely erotic.  Sylvester,
Sylvester, Sylvester, she chanted to herself.  His left hand
came around in front of her and the forefinger tapped at her
lips.  She opened her mouth for him and his finger entered.  She
closed her lips around it and gently sucked on it as he drew it
in and out.  The finger was removed then it was back again moments
later.  She tasted it.  He had dipped it in the wine.
     "That's right, baby.  Suck on it.  Pretty soon that'll be
my cock and you'll be loving it.  Play with it with your tongue,
that's right.  Feels good, doesn't it?  Get used to it, you'll
be doing it a lot, very, very soon."  He was surprised at her
instant compliance.  He figured he'd have to remind her of the
no holds barred rule.
     Bad move, buddy, she thought.  You should have stayed quiet.
At least you are whispering, though.  She worked her tongue around
his finger, trying to excite him with the possibilities.  He
withdrew the finger and moved around to her front, held her face
between his hands, bent over and kissed her on the lips.  She
opened her lips and allowed his tongue inside.  She kissed back
passionately, dueling with his tongue, breathing heavily through
her nose.  Another bad move, my friend.  Should have been more
gentle and kept your lips closed, she thought.  He had talent,
but his strategy was off.  She felt him holding her head more
tightly as, in spite of himself, he became excited.  She began
to moan slightly.

    Sylvie watched Bill at work as she slowly raised and lowered
herself on Wayne's cock.  This wasn't a very good start, she
thought.  When Jen began to moan, Sylvie was sure that Jen
was in deep trouble.  Then she saw Bill wrap his arms around
her and pull her close.  Surely Jen would complain.  She didn't.
A full five seconds passed - then suddenly Jen turned her head
away from Bill and pushed back.

     "Foul!"  she cried out.
     "What do you mean, foul?"  Bill was a little breathless and
didn't understand what was happening.
     "You touched my back, rubbed up against my breasts and belly,
and you haven't won the right to do so."  Jen was grinning in spite
of herself.  The timer rang.  "I won't penalize you this time,
but watch yourself, buddy."  She turned her head and winked at
Sylvie.

     Sylvie's face lit up.  She had been right earlier.  She *was*
watching a real master.  She began moving up and down just a little
faster, enjoying the friction of Wayne's cock as it moved in and
out of her.  This was going to be good, and she was here to enjoy
it all!  Ring side seat, you might say.

     Bill was chagrined.  He had blown it, and he knew it.  He had
allowed himself to get sucked into his own trap.  The idea had been
to get her excited while remaining calm himself.  He reset the timer
for her move but she stopped him before he could start it.
     "Never mind.  It won't take me long.  Move.  Queen takes
pawn.  Have a seat on that chair."  It was another kitchen chain.
Bill sat down and closed his eyes as Jen started the timer.
     She was behind him and he felt her hand come down to rest
lightly on his head.  Her other hand made for his neck, rested
there while the first one joined it.  Then she began to lightly
move her spread fingers up his neck through his hair to the top of
his head where they described circles before moving back down again.
As she lightly massaged his scalp she began talking in a low
intimate tone.
     "That was a lovely kiss you gave me, darling.  I wanted it
to go on and on.  I look forward to another.  Hmmmm, so nice."
Her fingers kept up their work.  He'd never realized just how
sensitive the scalp could be.  "Move your head, darling,  show
me what feels good."  He acquiesced, the way she had acquiesced
to him earlier in sucking his finger.  "Ah, yes.  It makes it ever
so much more exciting for me when you show me what you like.  I
want to please you, you know.  I want to do what you want me to
do."  Occasionally her hands would lightly touch his forehead
before sliding down along the sides of his face and around back
to his neck again.  "You're not going to be too hard on me, are
you.  I was a little drunk when I started this.  I'm sorry now.
You won't make me too sorry, will you, honey?  I'm a little
scared at what you might do."  He'd make her sorry, all right.
No pleading or begging would get her out of what he had planned.
After ninety minutes, she'd both regret and be overjoyed she'd
tempted him.  "Don't be too hard on me, darling.  I'll do what
you want."  No kidding she'd do what he wanted.  It was part of
the bet.  But it might not be what *she* wanted.
     Her hands moved down his face and her fingers lightly swept
over his lips before retreating again over his ears and back to
his neck.  God, the lips were sensitive to the light touch, why
hadn't he known that and used it against her?  Surely two minutes
were up.  On the other hand, he didn't want this to end.  It felt
good, very good.  But it wouldn't stop him from what he'd planned.
After he had her naked and defeated he'd . . . .
     It was like a sudden shock went through him.  This was what
she wanted him to think about.  Damn, and he'd fallen for it again!
No more, bitch.  Except she wasn't a bitch.  Or was she?  He tried
to think of the game, but it was so early that he knew all the
options and so couldn't concentrate on it.  He became aware that only
one hand was massaging him now.  She moved around in front of him,
took his hand in hers and held it against her breast.  The nipple
was hard.  (Unknown to him, the fingers of her other hand had been
pinching it for just this purpose.)

     Jen's eyes were on the timer.  "Just think, darling," she
murmured to him, just loud enough for all to hear, "soon there won't
be any material between us.  Just think."  Her voice faded as she
withdrew and stepped back to the table in time to shut off the timer
as it made it's first beep.  She reset it to two minutes.

     Wayne watched Bill get up from the stool.  He appeared shaken.
For the first time Wayne considered the unsettling thought that
Bill might not win.  He gave his head a shake.  It couldn't happen,
Bill always won.  He looked up to Bill, almost like to an older
brother or a mentor - yes, that was closer.  He was always calm,
nothing ever seemed to rattle him.  And now this pussy here was
rattling his cage.  Snap out of it Bill, he thought at his friend.
     Speaking of pussy, there was a nice one moving up and down
on him right now.  Nice and slow.  With her doing all the work and
moving so slowly he could remain hard all night.  He reached forward
and gave Sylvie's nipples a tweak and was rewarded with a moan.
     "Why not rest for a few minutes, baby, and I'll play with your
titties a while."  Sylvie leaned back against him and gave a slight
shiver as his hands brushed across her breasts, then focused on her
nipples.

     Bill was now the one with the look of grim determination on his
face.  He'd have to watch himself.  He glanced at the board, then
across at Jen's oh, so innocent features.
     "Please don't look at me like that," she said in what came
close to a little girl tone of voice, "you're frightening me."
     Bill wondered if anything ever frightened her. "Move.
Queen Bishop's Pawn to Queen Bishop four."  He reset the timer.
Now Jen's Queen was in danger and she'd have to move it.
     She did.  And that's how it began, her spiral down toward
defeat.  Bill began to deploy his pieces, dominating the centre
as was his habit, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.
He didn't speak to her during her moves, he merely studied the
board. During his moves, which lasted mere seconds, he closed his
ears to everything, so intent was he on his game.  Jen stopped
trying to distract him.  She, too, had to concentrate on the board.
She flung up her defenses, yet knew he'd break them down eventually.
His rapid moves put drove the game and without really realizing it
she made her own moves faster and faster without using the time she
had available to best advantage.  After all, she knew her favourite
moves, and it was early in the game.  A voice within her head was
trying to attract her attention, yet all she heard were his terse
commands:
     "Move.  Queen to . . .
     "Move.  Queen's knight to . . .
     "Move.  King Bishop's Pawn to . . .
     "Move. . . .
     "Move. . . .
     "Move. . . ."
     Now Jen truly knew despair.  She was going to lose and lose
badly.  He had her.  He knew it and she knew it.  He was so good!
After every move he made she looked back and it seemed so obvious,
what he'd done, yet before the move she'd missed it completely.
He'd been toying with her before, she now realized.  That he was so
far above her, she'd never dreamed.  If her despair had left any
room for anger at the way he'd allowed her to come close in their
previous games, she'd have been angry.  But there was no room for
anger.  The despair covered everything like a flood.  There was
no escape.  No little boat into which she could climb and float away.
She had to stand there and take it.  And after she had taken it,
she'd have to take it again and again.
     Soon he would finish developing his position and begin moving
against her pieces.  She'd be stripped, played with, defeated and
then taken.  Her face almost crumpled.

     Wayne was in his glory now.  He knew that this pussy couldn't
take Bill.  Now it was only a matter of time.  He nudged Sylvie to
start moving again and, obediently, she began to ride his cock once
more.  He pinched her nipples lightly to hear her gasp.  Yes, indeed,
it was going to be a fine night.  In the mood Bill was in Wayne had
no doubt but that he'd be seeing more of Jen.  All of Jen.  And that
Jen would be feeling him - in places where she wouldn't want him.
His cock stiffened - more from his thoughts than from the sensation
of Sylvie riding him.

     Nika was still rocking back and forth on Tim.  She was absently
fingering her clit as she rocked, enjoying the sensations as the
energy within her slowly, oh so slowly, built.  She felt for Jen.
Poor Jen.  She had bitten off more than she could chew.  Yes, it
was too bad, but there would be no real harm done.  Nika felt an
ambivalence about the whole game.  She was Jen's friend, and of
course wished all the best for her, however, she also wouldn't
mind seeing her friend naked.  That might be fun too.  Perhaps
Bill would invite the rest of them, including Sylvie and herself,
to enjoy Jen.  If he did, would she?
    Nika began rocking just a little faster, fingering her
clit just a little more firmly.  She contemplated herself -
surprised.  Perhaps she would.  How about that?

   Look at me, damn it! Sylvie could see Jen starting to tremble
and willed Jen to look at her.  If Jen did not regain her
composure very quickly it would all be over.  Sylvie didn't
understand how strong Bill's position was becoming, being mostly
unfamiliar with chess; however, though the captured pieces were
equal - one pawn each - Sylvie understood well enough that Jen
was in trouble.  Look at me, Jen.  Look at me.

     Jen didn't look.  Instead she darted a glance over to
where Nika and Tim were sitting.  Nika was contemplating her.
What was she thinking, Jen wondered.  Tim, meanwhile, was
concentrating on the back of Nika's head.  His hands, supporting
her hips moved slowly up her back.  Jen returned her attention to
the Chess board.

     Tim had found this a most exciting day.  He felt sorry for
Jen, however his concentration was on the wonderful woman who
was sitting on him, rocking on his cock, keeping him hard.  It
had been a day of great discovery for Tim.  He thanked his
lucky star that he had not given in to his first impulse to
run (figuratively speaking) as soon as Strip Poker had been
brought up seriously.  He was also thankful that he'd lost.
He'd started, hoping to win, to see Nika's body.  And when
he had been offered the chance to wager his own body he'd
taken it in the hope of recovering his losses and later being
able to exact the same from Nika.  It hadn't happened - and it
was just as well.  He'd learned a lot from being Nika's toy.
Things he would never have dreamed of asking her, she simply
told him in order that he please her better.
     Tim moved his left hand up until it rested on Nika's left
shoulder and gripped her lightly.  He made a small V with his
extended fore and index fingers on his right hand and placed
them one to each side of Nika's spine just below her neck.
He pressed slightly then drew his hand down her back as far as
he could.  He then started back at the top and repeated the
movement.  Nika arched her back under the pressure and hummed
softly.  With each stroke he added a little pressure until he
had achieved the desired weight.  His left hand kept Nika from
moving forward when he pressed.  She began slowly rolling her
head around, still humming with the pleasure of it all.
     "That feels wonderful, Tim.  Thank-you."
     Tim remained quiet but a smile of satisfaction appeared on
his face.  He watched her move as he stroked her back and listened
to her hums of pleasure.  Jen had been right.  It did make it so
much more pleasurable and exciting when one's partner showed how
much pleasure she was receiving.  Following Jen's lead he began
to run his fingers up through Nika's hair to massage her scalp.
Again she let him know how much it pleased her and the joy rose
within him.  It felt like he rose a little more within her, too,
but he knew that didn't really happen.  Still it felt awfully good.
     There was a certain feeling of power in pleasing someone, he
realized.  This power, however, wasn't power over the other person,
rather a sort of power with them.  That was the problem with what
Bill and Jen were doing.  They were after power over, not power with.
Knowing Jen as he did, and loving her as a friend, he felt that she
didn't really desire that sort of power and was simply using it to
make a point.  Unfortunately it didn't seem too likely that her point
was going to make much of an impression.  Not if she didn't get a
move on.  Even now it seemed as if it might be too late.  That was
too bad, he thought.

     Look at me, Jen, damn it, look at me.  Sylvie's concentration
was something fierce and, almost as if she heard, Jen's head swiveled
around until her eyes, set in a face of woe, met Sylvie's.  Finally!
Sylvie glared at Jen for a moment, then made a fist of her left hand
cupped her right palm below it and made a sharp motion, as if to
strike he palm with her fist.  The movement caught Jen's attention
and Sylvie repeated it.  Jen's eyes came back up to meet Sylvie's.
Sylvie was no longer glaring, still there was a look of determination
in her eyes.  She stared for a moment longer, made one more striking
motion then gave an almost millimetric nod.

    Understanding flooded into Jen's eyes and she returned the nod.
Composing herself, she turned back to the board just as another bolt
of lightning pierced the sky.  Shortly afterwards the sound of the
thunder was heard in the room.  The sound was a joy to Jen and more
than anything it helped her regain her spirits.  She glanced at the
timer.  Only seconds left to make a play or suffer a penalty.  She
made a quick move which neither strengthened nor weakened her position.
    Bill cast an amused glance at her then made another quick move.
He no longer bothered with the timer where his moves were concerned,
merely reset it for Jen's next move.
    Jen studied the board again.  There had to be a way, there just
had to.  There was!  She saw it.  What had she been thinking of?
She had been playing Bill's game, when she already knew she
couldn't beat him at it.  Not at the level where she thought him
to be and certainly not at the level where he truly was.  She had
to play her own game and disrupt his.  This might do it.  It was
taking a huge chance, it was a gamble, but it was the only one she
could see.
    She looked up at Bill and smiled.  She almost laughed at the
sudden look of consternation on his face.  The words 'what have I
missed?' leapt to his eyes, she could almost read them there.  He
quickly returned his attention to the board but she had no
intention of allowing that.
     "Move.  Rook takes Pawn."  She spoke with as much authority
as she could muster.

     "What?!"  Bill was incredulous.  It didn't make any sense.
Or did it?  It was too late for him to check, for she was leading
him back to the chair. He sat and closed his eyes, recalling, in
his mind's eye, the board.
     His hair was suddenly ruffled, his face seized and he was
assaulted by one of the most passionate kisses it had ever been
his good fortune to receive.  The intent, no doubt, was to ruin
his concentration on the chess board.  It worked.  While Jen
locked lips with him her hands were busy mussing his hair, touching
his face and caressing his ears.  He was quite out of breath when
she broke contact.
     Jen took his hand in hers and turned it palm up.  She began
tracing patterns on it.  "Oh, Bill," he heard her say, "I know you
didn't believe it possible, but I've got you."  Her voice was low
and sultry, tinged with her excitement, which tended to excite him
as well.  He tried to concentrate once more on his mind's eye game
board, yet found his attention drawn ever back to his palm.  What
*was* she tracing there.  Every time he began to get the sense of
it she changed the pattern.  It bothered him that he could not
figure it out.
     "Your palm is telling me things about you, Bill.  Wicked things.
What you like to do; what you like to have done to you."  She paused
suddenly. "Why Bill, you *naughty* boy.  I'd never have guessed.
Well, don't you worry, I'll take care of *that*."  There was
another pause.  "That's interesting."  She began to follow the lines
on his palm.  He wondered if she were really into palmistry or if
she was making things up as she went along.  Bill suddenly realized
that he didn't really know all that much about Jen.  She'd certainly
surprised him more than once this day.  Indeed, what did he really
know about her?
     "Your lines show me that there is about to be a great change in
your life.  Tell me Bill, do you think that this change will start
tonight?"  Again, as the last time, his hand was brought up against
her breast, to feel the hard nipple through the shirt and her top.
She used his palm to rub it, using a circular motion.  "Do you like
that, Bill?  I wonder how long I'll have you doing that."  Damn,
she had a way of getting to him.  It can't be much longer, he
thought, then, one look at the board will tell me.  Jesus, what
if I have missed something?  What if she does have me?  No.  It
won't happen, can't happen.
     The timer beeped and Bill opened his eyes in time to see Jen
striding confidently back to the table to reset the timer.  He
jumped up and hurried back himself.  He had to see.  Jen turned and
looked at him with an insufferably smug look on her face, her
gray-green eyes laughing.  He bent his head to study the board.

     Sylvie shook her head in amazement.  Jen had certainly recovered
quickly.  She wondered if Jen had really found a weakness in Bill's
position or was merely putting up a good front.  It didn't really
matter.  What mattered was that Jen was back in the game.  Sylvie
was happy that it had been she who had made the difference.  Now,
if Jen won, she would feel a part of that victory.

     Bill scanned the board.  He was puzzled.  What the hell had
she seen?  Then he saw it, blinked, then laughed out loud.  So that
was it.  If he took her rook with his pawn he would open up a line
of attack on his queen by her queen.  She must have failed to see
that his queen was protected by his bishop.  Jen must have figured
she'd get a free pawn out of it.  Now, instead of that, she had
traded a rook for a pawn.  He laughed again and looked up, catching
Jen's smile fade as she studied the board for what he had seen.
Ah, yes.  She saw it.  He saw her wince then look up at him,
chagrined.  He threw back his head and laughed.  Now for some fun.
     "Move.  Pawn takes Rook.  Now, let's see, will it be the
skirt or the shirt.  Hmmm, I wonder."  Let her sweat it out
for the moment.  Would she exchange queens?  He doubted it.  It
would leave her in a position which was far too weak.  It didn't
really matter anyway.  He'd have her naked soon enough.  He moved
around the table to her.  She stepped back and closed her eyes.
He leaned close and whispered in her ear.
     "You have something of mine, and I'm going to take it back."
With that he started unbuttoning her shirt - well his shirt
actually.  He undid the buttons quickly but without haste, then
gently pulled the shirt back and off of her body and arms.  Now
all that remained between him and those nipples she had been
taunting him with was her top.  One of her bishops was in a weak
position, and that was what had decided him to take her shirt.
She would soon be topless.  Her queen, no doubt, she would defend
to the last if he had taken her skirt.
     "Ah, Jen, Jen.  You almost had me going.  You made me doubt
myself, and now you're going to pay."  He ran his hands up and
down her arms, touching them lightly.  She shivered and he
chuckled.  He hadn't enjoyed that feeling of doubt.  He had
always been confident in his abilities and she'd made him doubt
them for a moment.  She would pay.
     How had she recovered so quickly, though?  Previously he had
her on the ropes.  Then she bounced back so quickly it had shaken
him.  She'd been on the verge of crying, he'd thought.  It wasn't
that he wanted her to cry, he didn't, but he did want her to know
her place.  Now he wanted her back facing inevitable defeat and
knowing it.  And knowing what it would portend.  If he had to
exaggerate a little, here, to bring the realization to her, then
so be it.
     He placed his hand on her belly.  "It's a fine flat stomach
you have, Jen.  I wonder how it will feel from the inside.  Oh,
I'll be using you, using you well.  A wasted Rook.  Tch, tch.
Your position was poor to begin with.  Now there is no hope."
He stroked her belly possessively, as far down as her skirt would
allow him to go.  "This is mine, now, Jen.  Your body belongs to
me, it's inevitable.  Don't worry.  It won't take too long, I just
have to strip you first, that's all."  He chuckled evily, but was
frustrated.  It wasn't working.  She was too calm.  "Ever been
double teamed, Jen?"  He moved one hand to her bare back drumming
his fingers lightly on her soft skin, leaving the other on her
belly, stroking it gently, drawing her attention to both her front
and her back.  "You know what I mean, don't you.  Double
penetration.  It can be arranged.  Easily arranged.  I'm sure
Wayne wouldn't mind - ah, I see him nodding his head."  He felt
her stomach jump under his hand.

     Jen shook under his touch.  He wouldn't allow that, would he?
She heard the nasty insinuation in his voice.  She felt demeaned.
He probably would.  It would be humiliating.  At least word would
never leave this apartment.  Apparently these games had been going
on for some time and she'd never heard any details of them.  Tim
had, but only broad ones, never even the names of any of the
participants.  He'd told her that during the break in the poker
game.  That was why he'd consented to it.  Bill was speaking again.
     "But we can't leave Tim out, now can we.  That wouldn't be
neighbourly.  You have such a sweet mouth, Jen.  Can Tim have
your mouth?  I'm sure He'd like it.  Triple penetration, Jen.  Not
too many women can boast of that."  She shuddered, and knew he
was grinning.   "Oh, come on Jen.  You know you'll love it.  And
let's not leave out the ladies.  After all you have two hands
you won't be using for anything else.  And we have ninety minutes,
Jen.  Ninety minutes.  And you know how long even two minutes can
be, don't you Jen."  A sob escaped her.  "Ah, poor Jen," he chuckled,
"didn't realize what you were getting into, did you.  Poor, poor,
Jen."

    Bill smiled.  He'd gotten through to her all right.  He almost
felt bad.  Of course he wouldn't really force her into sex with
all five of them simultaneously.  Or would he?  It might be
interesting.  Anyway, his talk had had its desired effect.  Jen
was shuddering now, probably trying to keep from sobbing openly.
The two minutes were up and Bill stood back.

     Sylvie shook her head.  Bill had been rough.  He had been
rough and he had been thorough and it had taken it's toll on Jen.
Maybe it was time she stopped involving herself in these games.
This was just too brutal.  Jen was finished now.  Sylvie knew it.
She bowed her head slowly.  It was too bad.  Suddenly she didn't
feel very much like sex anymore.  Still, she had made a bargain
so she continued riding Wayne, however she wasn't enjoying it
any longer.

To be continued in Part 2c.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
To find out more about the anon service, send mail to [e-mail].
If you reply to this message, your message WILL be *automatically* anonymized
and you are allocated an anon id. Read the help file to prevent this.
Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to [e-mail].