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I just enjoy writing about my more adventurous encounters, as much to relive them myself as anything, but the internet enables me to share them with others as well. This story is a departure from my usual tales from my sordid past. I hope you like it! As an only child, with neither the guidance or example of older siblings, nor the responsibility for younger ones, you learn to be self-reliant and to enjoy your own company a lot of the time. Or so they say. In my case, from the age of about 8 or 9, I had a fantasy younger brother and his name was Deryk. However, he was no daytime playmate; I only ever conjured him up at night.