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Wednesday, July 09, 2008Last Flight to Moscow
This seemed like the perfect book to start and finish while waiting in an airport, so that's exactly what i did, in between shopping for duty-free scotch whisky and checking the gate assignment board at Heathrow that never seems to be updated until twenty minutes before your flight, and then it changes like ten times. I always expect better of you, Britain. I expect that sort of nonsense from O'Hare, even JFK from time to time. Anyway...
As far as Nick Carter adventures go, this is one of the dumber ones. The entire assignment seems like it could have been wrapped up in about fifteen minutes and as many pages, but that wouldn't have been much of a book, so instead, everything is drawn out to near excruciating length. It seems to go around and around in a circle, with people doing stupid things simply because the author needs to fill out some additional pages. So it turns out that plans for the U.S.' Star Wars system have been stolen by a turncoat and sold to the Russians. If the Russian spy who has them makes it back to Moscow, then obviously they will use their knowledge of our new defense system to negate it and launch a massive nuclear strike against America. It is up to Nick Carter, obviously, to make sure the spy never make sit to Moscow. The first problem, of course, is one of the book simply dating itself. Most of the Carter adventures are more or less timeless. Sure, they refer to current events of the day, but there's never really anything too absurd (the absurdity being reserved for the action itself). But pinning the fate of the entire world on Russia not finding out about the Star Wars program is sort of like an old sci-fi film that gloriously announces that it is set in the far-off, futuristic year of 1967, when we all have jet packs and homes on Mars. Had this book simply said, "They have the plans for our entire anti-nuclear defense system," things would have been fine. But specifically naming the pipe dream that was Star Wars makes the threat, in retrospect, rather difficult to take seriously -- and that's quite a feat in a series that features, among other things, a mad Chinese warlord with an dildo-based orgasm torture machine that makes you orgasm so much that you actually go insane. But really, that's only the start of the trouble. Nick and his Russian opposite -- usually flanked by a KGB goon squad -- engage in all sorts of spyjinks at the Amsterdam airport when the flight to Moscow is delayed. This includes a number of violent shoot-outs that leave corpses all over the place, yet Nick casually walks away every time without ever being identified or stopped. Look, I know security then wasn't what it is now...actually, it probably was -- that being ineffectual and concentrating on inconveniencing us to make us feel safer without actually making us any safer. But even before 9/11 and the TSA and the liquids ban, there had to be some sort of security, even in a place like Holland, where everyone is a stoned prostitute in wooden clogs. With the flight delayed, Nick goes off to bed some chick he knows, and the Russians just sort of drive around in circles, going to strip clubs. While this is probably what I would do (not knowing a wanton woman in Holland, strip club is the next best alternative, provided they have a decent bartender), I expect a Russian spy with the secret to Russia's ultimate victory to do something a little more decisive. Eventually, they go back to the airport, and Nick sabotages the plane for another delay. So everyone leaves. Then they go back, and Nick sabotages it again. So they leave. This goes on for a while, and then, eventually, the Russian hatches a ridiculously complex plot to fool Nick Carter, which of course, simply winds up with Nick shooting him dead in the airport. Thing is, it's not a bad novel. It's all kind of entertaining in that way even the worst Nick Carter novels are. It's just really repetitive. And what's worse, it knows how repetitive it is, as characters constantly remark on why the Russians keep trying to catch the same flight, even after they know Carter is on the job to stop them. "Yes, but changing our plan is exactly what he will expect us to do!" they say, even though he keeps waiting for them at the airport, so obviously he didn't expect them to change their plans. Ahh yes, the ol' "you know that I know that you know" conundrum. After the sex and violence packed Berlin, this one was a letdown. It's the first of the Nick Carter books I've read that were written in the 1980s, and while there's the seed of a good adventure, it's never really brought to fruition. It needed more subplots, better motivation for the Commies not doing anything, better explanation for Nick playing endless cat and mouse games instead of just killing the guy, and given how important the books wants us to think the stolen plans are, a better reason why there isn't an army of agents trying to retrieve them. In fact, the one other AXE agent who shows up seems about a hundred times more competent than Carter. Maybe next time, Hawk should assign that guy the job and send Carter along as back-up. But then, without Nick making stupid decisions and screwing everything up every step of the way, we just wouldn't have much of a book, would we. Although, frankly, we don't have much of a book either way this time around. Labels: Espionage, Series: Nick Carter posted by Keith at 5:28 PM | 1 Comments Berlin
It's been far too long since I sat down with a sleazy Nick Carter adventure novel, but the time I spent waiting for my flight at the Edinburgh and London airports allowed me to finish Berlin and Last Flight to Moscow, as well as a Sam Durell novel (Assignment White Rajah). Berlin is pretty good -- yet another Nick Carter novel that would, if it was made into a movie, take longer to watch than it takes to read the book. I think this one took me about 70 minutes. So the story this time around finds Nick en route to meet a fellow secret agent. Unfortunately, Nick sees the boat on which that agent is riding explode, and in the ensuing chaos, only one survivor emerges. Lucky for Nick, it's a sexy, big breasted German chick who I assume looks a lot like Helga from the new American Gladiators. Despite the fact that she just survived an explosion that ripped everyone else to shreds, she's ready for sex with Nick in a matter of hours. And to no one's surprise who has read a Nick Carter novel, she also happens to be a freaky nympho. Oh, and her name is Helga as well.
Eventually, Nick gets around to picking up the mission left unfinished by the dead spy, and soon enough, he's up to his eyeballs in guys trying to kill him. Along the way, he commandeers the car of yet another sexy woman who will look at the fact that he steals her car, holds her at gunpoint, and then gets everything demolished by a train as a good reason to bed him. He also ends up trapped in East Germany after Helga is revealed to be an enemy agent who orchestrated the boat explosion (to no one's surprise but Nick's). The plot gets around to revealing that a German megalomaniac is involved in the usual: using Arab money to fund a new war against the Jews. Guys, give it up about the Jews. You're not going to exterminate them. Use your money for something better, like building a collection of ravenous hawks you use to hunt naked women and American super spies. Plenty of good action this time around. It's all par for the course -- Nick has some car chases, some shoot outs, fucks an evil woman a few times, fucks a good girl a few times, gets captured, gets stripped naked, and then everything blows up at the end. Everything moves fast, and the whole thing is a prime example of Nick Carter at his ridiculous best.  Labels: Espionage, Series: Nick Carter posted by Keith at 5:06 PM | 0 Comments Friday, March 21, 2008Operation Snake
Tandem Books 1969
 I hate to admit it, but I was a Nick Carter virgin. I had never read any of Carter's adventures, which is practically a criminal offence here at Teleport City. I figured I’d better quickly rectify the situation and ducked into the nearest second hand book shop. I only had two to chose from, and for an old paperback, at a fairly inflated price. They must be collectible around here?The two choices were Operation Snake from the late 1960’s and Tunnel For Traitors published in 1986. Just by looking at the cover image, you can tell why I went for ‘Snake’ first. This adventure starts with Nick Carter, Agent N3 for AXE travelling in an old DC3 to Khumbu in the heart of the Himalayas. During his flight he flashes back to his mission briefing with Hawk. In Nepal, a religious leader named Ghotak – the Head of the Teeoan People and Snake Society – is planning a coup which will see the Red Chinese taking over Nepal. The Nepalese people fear Ghotak because all who have opposed him have been slain by the Yeti. Yes, the Abominable Snowman. Carter’s contact in Katmandu is Leeunghi, who is an aid to the King. Carter lands in Khumbu and meets his first contact. He is a fellow agent named Harry Angsley. Angsley is in hospital on his deathbed. He tells Carter that he must go to the Tesi Pass, where he will be met by a guide who will take him the rest of the way. Adding to the mix is a meddlesome English reporter named Hilary Cobb. She tries to tag along with Carter, but he refuses. In response she arranges for Carter’s equipment to be stolen. Carter realises she is behind the theft, and pretends to have changed his mind. She can come along after all. He will co-operate. Cobb returns his equipment, but suddenly the fun and games are over. Carter strips her down, ties her to a chair, slaps her across the face and tweaks her nipple. Politically correct, Nick Carter aint! He tells her to go home, and leaves her tied up. Carter then begins his trek through the mountains to the Tesi Pass. Here he is met by a guide who leads Carter further up into the mountains. As they rest, the guide attacks Carter, and tries to send him flying over an ice ledge. Carter gives as good as he gets and kills the impostor. He then marches back down to the pass and meets his real guide. Her name is Khaleen, the daughter of his contact Leeunghi. Naturally she is a looker. She leads him to Katmandu and into the world of Ghotak. Ghotak isn’t happy to have Carter in his world, and arranges for a trio of killer monks to take care of him. But, as you’ve guessed, Nick Carter knows how to take care of him self and gives the monks a lesson in the ways of unarmed combat. Later that night there is a ritual being overseen by Ghotak. A ritual to honour the fertility of the Spirit of Karkotek, Lord Of All Serpents. It’s at this ritual that Carter and Leeunghi intend to expose Ghotak as a charlatan. Their plan doesn’t go as planned. The ritual is more of an orgy than a religious ceremony and Khaleen get’s drawn onto the stage, and starts to writhe around and disrobe. Nick goes to her rescue, while Leeunghi enters into a slanging match with Ghotak. As it is one man’s word against another the Nepalese need a sign or symbol to show who’s telling the truth. The end result being that Leeunghi has to go up into the mountains. If he speaks the truth, in three days he will return safely. If Ghotak speaks the truth, then the Yeti will slay Leeunghi. Now it’s up to Nick Carter to reveal the truth and save the day. As my first introduction to Nick Carter, I was pretty impressed with Operation Snake. It was better written than I though it would be. It has some good, tight, descriptive passages. And as expected, it was fast paced, violent and with a healthy does of sex thrown in. I realise that the Nick Carter books are written by different authors, so the story telling quality can vary from one book to the next. I notice that this one is written in first person, where Tunnel For traitors is written in third person. I am fond of first person narratives, as you feel you are making the journey with the hero, rather than just having it reported back to you. So on this level, if your a Nick Carter fan, I would highly recommend this entry in the series. Labels: Espionage, Series: Nick Carter posted by David at 9:58 PM | 1 Comments Thursday, June 15, 2006Inca Death Squad I finished Inca Death Squad in one sitting, in between finishing a particularly sweaty and arduous hike in Dominica and sitting down for rum and grilled chicken in an open-air rooftop bar and restaurant as the sun set over the water. By my side, a black-haired beauty in a swaying white linen skirt and cranberry red silk top. For a brief moment in my life, I thought to myself, "Son of a bitch. I got it better than Nick Carter today." Of course, Nick was soon embroiled in a threesome with two hot, big-breasted, wanton Cuban sisters, but he was also being kicked in the testicles by a sadistic, blubbery Russian diplomat. All things considered, I came out ahead that day.Inca Death Squad is another lean, no-nonsense Nick Carter adventure that delivers plenty of thrills and cheap titillation for the brief amount of time you'll invest in reading it. This time around, Nick is rented out to the KGB, of all organizations, to protect a disgusting, obnoxious Russian diplomat who is touring the recently Communist country of Chile. Technically, all he's supposed to do is deliver a new bullet-proof vest to the pig, but anyone could have done that, so it's obvious that there's going to be much more than delivery on Nick Carter's plate full o' espionage. It turns out that the Chinese are hoping to start their own inter-Communist revolution by baking some pro-Commie, anti-Russia rebels, thus allowing them to flex some muscle in South America. The Russians can't bear to see the Chinese get a foothold anywhere in the world outside of China and North Korea, so they double their efforts to show good will toward the Chilean people while stamping out the pro-China Chilean rebels. Nick Carter, Agent N3 for AXE, is assigned to protect the touring Russian ambassador because the KGB knows they are at a loss for good agents right now, and this is too important to let ego stand in the way. The Chinese and their sympathizers want to assassinate the Russian ambassador to show off Russia's weakness as well as have it serve as the signal for the start of a revolution that will sweep through South America. The United States would prefer there be no Communists at all in South America, but well...better the devil you know than the one you don't. While the U.S. and Russia may be on opposite sides of the Cold War, at least we understand them. The Chinese are a much tougher nut to crack. So Nick Carter gets saddled with protected an obnoxious Russian and sniffing out the pro-Chinese rebel cells before the continent gets swept up in a Chinese-orchestrated revolution. The usual host of complications arise to make Nick's job a pain in the neck. The ambassador is a boorish, petty, cowardly sex fiend. He surrounds himself with a stable of dissatisfied female playthings who are practically knocking one another over in the mad dash to get a little play from a real man like Nick Carter. And trying to defend an uncooperative ass while touring rugged, unfamiliar territory is bad enough without being stalked by a giant, well-trained Chilean assassin dressed up like an ancient Incan warrior. As with most Nick Carter adventures from the 60s and 70s, it's a breezy, non-stop thrill ride that never lets itself get bogged down in excess. Well, maybe there's a little excess in the parade of hungry women that crawl into Nick's sleeping bag, but we expect that from the man. There are also plenty of shoot-outs, an undeveloped but never-the-less solid KGB supporting cast, a perfectly vile villain in need of protection, hot Cuban ladies, and even a fight between Nick Carter and a fighter jet in the desert. It's sort of like The Motorcycle Diaries, Nick Carter style. Inca Death Squad knows exactly what a reader wants from a Nick Carter book, then delivers it expertly and without flaw. Outrageous action, exotic locations, and playful sleaze -- that's what we demand from the Killmaster, and that's exactly what we get in this book. Apparently, this particular Killmaster adventure was penned by Martin Cruz Smith, which might explain why it's so tightly plotted and fast-paced. Smith is best known as the author of the acclaimed thriller Gorky Park, and it's pretty easy to see all the elements that would go into his later, slightly more respectable work. We get both a more intricate look at the Russian side of the equation (as well as a couple Russians who are, if not heroic, at least sympathetic characters) and the inclusion of some South American flavor -- something that foreshadows Smith's Gorky Park sequel, Havana Bay, in which the Russian cop Arkady Renko finds himself embroiled in intrigue in Cuba. Smith obviously isn't the only high-profile writer to ply his trade behind the mask of the anonymously-written Nick Carter adventures. I'd like to see someone with more time and information (i.e., I'm too lazy to do it myself) compile a big list of the writers responsible for the stories. I think we'd see all sorts of familiar names. Whatever the case, Inca Death Squad is a good example of what a talented writer can do within the tight confines of the Nick Carter/espionage potboiler formula. As a way to pass a hundred minutes when you're too tired and sore for much of anything else, you'd be hard pressed to find a better time than pouring yourself a glass of Soca rum and sitting out on the wind-kissed veranda, Inca Death Squad in hand, as the sun sink low over the lush, green rain forest and white-capped turquoise waves crash against the cliffs below. Nick Carter, as always, I raise my glass to you. Labels: Espionage, Series: Nick Carter posted by Keith at 4:34 PM | 3 Comments Tuesday, November 01, 2005Operation Moon Rocket
1968, Universal Publishing.
It's been a while since we last saw what sort of trouble our favorite sleazy spy, Nick Carter could get himself into, so I figured it was high time we caught up with the man. Since I have an impending trip to Florida come this winter, I went with one of Nick's Florida-based adventures, Operation Moon Rocket, in which Agent N3, Killmaster for AXE, must foil a dastardly plot to derail America's Apollo space program through the judicious use of blackmail and sabotage. All clues point to agents of Communist China as the villains behind the string of harrowing accidents that have plagued the program, but Carter soon learns that there's something much more sinister going on than the mere meddling of Red China. I'm a sucker for anything involving spying and the space program, and then also a sucker for anything involving spying and guys running around 1960s Florida. It delighted me when Matt Helm spent some time in one of my old home states, and I figured on being doubly delighted by Carter engaging in shenanigans involving Cape Canaveral, Cocoa Beach, and various tacky Florida locations. For the most part, the book does not disappoint. It's yet another fast-paced story that can be finished in a single sitting -- or trips in to work on the B train for me. There's also a remarkable level of restraint shown through much of the book. Though our first glimpse of Carter finds him reclining on the beach with a tan Florida cutie, he doesn't actually get laid until halfway through the book, which must be some sort of a record for a series of espionage novels where, most of the time, the lead character can't seem to go half a dozen pages without finding himself in between some willing young woman's thighs. And it's always been a source of amusement for Nick Carter fans to see how long it takes before we find him in such a situation. Some books even open that way on page one. Operation Moon Rocket is, however, decidedly unsleazy, at least as compared to some of the other Carter adventures. There are only two sex "scenes," and although the author (yet another nameless, faceless contributor to the ongoing series) lingers on some "as graphic as you could get at the time" passages, the fact that he only indulges twice is remarkable. Remember, once again, this is a series of adventures in which a female agent in one book is captured and tortured with an electric-dildo-orgasmo machine by a lascivious Communist Chinese mad scientist. But what really sets Operation Moon Rocket apart from some of the lesser entries in the series is that it's a well-written and snappy book. Nick Carter adventures don't exist so the anonymous authors can indulge in flowing prose and feats of literary genius. They exist to provide readers with maximum thrills and action in an easy-to-digest format, with very little fat to get in the way of a lean, A-to-B thriller. And while Operation Moon Rocket doesn't boast poetic tough-guy prose on the level of a Chandler or Hammett, it's still solidly written, even when it sticks close to the formula authors were required to follow to crank these things in a timely fashion. Not everything is nice and breezy, though. The finale falters in a major way, made all the more disappointing by the fact that the rest of the story is so enjoyable. Nick gets caught and tied up about ninety thousand times in this story, but his final captures end sup with him alone, tied up in a control room while the villain taunts him from a remote location and trots out the hoary old, "I haven't killed you yet because I want you to witness the fruition of my evil genius plan!" And of course, not only has he tied Nick Carter up and left him alone, but he then leaves him in a room that happens to have a radio linked directly to some NASA security guys who can help Nick stop the fateful countdown that, if completed, will send an Apollo rocket spiraling out control and straight into the heart of Miami. I don't mind the application of the old "countdown" routine, but the "only you can appreciate the genius of my scheme" cop-out for having Nick be alive and in a position to save the day was almost too much to swallow, especially again, since the author, whoever he may have been (I hope some day one of these guys will emerge and reveal himself to me after stumbling upon one of these reviews), proved himself a very capable writer throughout the rest of the book. I'm sure he could have come up with something much more plausible and much less irritating than the "monologuing villain leaves the hero alone" routine. Luckily, the rest of the book is enjoyable enough to make that bitter pill go down. The supporting cast of characters is decently developed. The background of the main villain (his eventual uncovering as the main villain isn't exactly a surprise) is especially believable and even, dare I say, almost complex. Well, OK, maybe not complex, but as far as espionage potboilers go, it's a pretty well developed background. And Dr. Joy Sun, despite the introduction of an embarrassing naughty photo of her, is one of the closest things to an innocent and decent woman that the series has ever introduced. But honestly, the most important aspect of any of these books is the adventure, and Operation Moon Rocket has plenty to go around, including a zero-G knife fight in space suits, exploding rockets, remote controlled helicopters, violent poker games, cigar chomping, and lots of sneaking around and punching guys in the face. Carter gets captured a lot, as is par for the course, but he doesn't really behave as stupidly or carelessly as he has in many past books. Everything moves at a brisk clip, and the action rarely lets up. Operation Moon Rocket is a delight, all the way around, even with the idiotic "now I shall leave you alone to contemplate my evil genius" finale. Labels: Espionage, Scifi, Series: Nick Carter posted by Keith at 1:06 PM | 0 Comments Thursday, October 06, 2005Nick Carter: Assignment Israel So what's Nick Carter up to this week? Well, it turns out he's heading to Syria and Israel in order to stop a mad Nazi general from tricking Jordan into declaring war on Israel by raiding a Jordan village with Syrian troops disguised as Israelis and committing a variety of horrific atrocities just like he used back in the good ol' days with the Reich. Standing between Gunther and the spark that could ignite World War III: one Nick Carter, Killmaster for the super-secret US organization AXE.Assignment Israel is one of the least sleazy of all the Nick Carter paperbacks I've read. Heck, he doesn't even get laid until page twenty-five or so. Granted, Nick doesn't even appear until page twenty-five, but you take what you can get. After that introductory interlude, which really now is the trademark of every Bond and Bond wannabe story worth its weight in stolen weapons-grade plutonium, Nick only gets laid one more time, and neither experience is recounted in as lascivious detail as appears in other Nick Carter adventures, where there are things like evil sex rays and a Chinese warlord with a deadly double dildo orgasm machine that pleasures female agents to death. What you get instead of the usual trashy sleaze is more trashy violence, a little filler (Nick's entire fight on a Swiss skiing slope goes on for quite some time and ultimately has nothing at all to do with the story), and dare I say, a little character development, as least in so far as these types of books develop characters. Specifically, I'm speaking about this story's tendency to allude to Nick getting a little older and slower instead of just always reminding us how hot and powerful and perfect he is (though there's plenty of that). Several times we get to hear Nick criticize another agent (a female Israeli, who luckily, is beautiful) only to make the exact same mistakes (emotion, etc) mere pages before or after. In a way, it almost humanizes Carter. I mean, we're not talking Matt Helm style internal monologues, but it's more self-examination that we usually get from Carter. That said, the story itself flounders here and there while still managing to be a decent read. As I said, there's this whole long part involving Nick, a mistress, and a couple East German agents that takes up a big chunk of book and has nothing whatsoever to do with anything else. Likewise the constant mention of having to beat the Russians (no fans of Nazis, if you recall) to finding Gunther the mad German butcher. When the Russians finally emerge, they do so only for a couple pages and in a near slapstick fashion. They should have reversed the two situations, devoting a couple pages to the pointless thing in Switzerland and maybe making the Russians a little more involved in a plot that mentions them so often. Gunther is, of course, a cartoon villain, as all evil ex-Nazi butchers are. Nothing wrong with that. What did surprise me though is that the book was rather even-handed in dealing with the Arabs. I'm not sure if that will hold true when I get to titles like The Arab Plague, but for this one, most of the Arabs are good guys, or at least willing to be paid off by the good guys, and even the Syrians seem to loathe Gunther and what the government boys in Damascus are ordering them to do. This also strikes me as one of Carter's easiest missions. It was a snap to locate Gunther's secret desert lair and lead a bunch of sword-waving Bedouin warriors into combat. Nick even manages not to get captured and tortured at the very end. He gets captured by the Russians, but that only lasts a page and is pretty easy to escape from. And the female agent -- in what must be a first for these books, she not only avoid being raped, but is never once even captured. Her position as "Israel's best agent" is a little tough to swallow. Okay, it's completely ludicrous given her performance in the field, and before too long she's reduced to "stand here and radio for help while us men go fight." This is Israel's top agent? Man, give me Vadya the Russian agent from the Matt Helm books any day. All in all, an average Nick Carter book that wins points for trying a couple things differently but loses points for having too much filler and a lack of logic in using the characters properly. Where as Mission to Venice was about as streamlined as a book can be without becoming an outline, Assignment Israel gets lost too often during the first half of the book and lacks any engagingly outlandish supporting characters. Not a bad read, but definitely not the best Nick Carter adventure waiting for you. Labels: Espionage, Series: Nick Carter posted by Keith at 9:22 PM | 1 Comments Monday, October 03, 2005Nick Carter: Mission to Venice Mission to Venice is one of the simplest, A-to-B Carter stories I've read. Nick gets an assignment -- go to Venice, find a missing atomic bomb, and kill the foreign agent before that agent finds it. There are no subplots to get in the way, none of the weird digressions into bits of obscure history that often pepper the stories. For this type of book, there's really noting at all wrong with this streamlined simplicity. I generally measure the length of a pocket paperback in terms of the number of train rides it takes me to finish reading. In the case of Mission to Venice, it was four rides -- two into the city, two back home, each lasting about twenty or twenty-five minutes. In other words, you can actually read this book in its entirety in less time than it would take you to watch a movie adaptation of the same book. This makes it -- and just about all Nick Carter and other 60s/70s espionage potboilers -- absolutely perfect for a mass transit commute.This one is less perverse in its sexual content than many of the other Nick Carter adventures, but when you take into account the fact that some of the plots include an evil Communist Chinese sex ray (The Red Rays) and an insidious plan to flood the entire western world with degenerate pornography (The Devil's Cockpit), then being less twisted than most Nick Carter novels still leaves plenty of wiggle room for explicit sexcapades, which here begin on page one and continues with an adventure that allies Nick with an international prostitute who his helping him get close to a Yugoslav agent with a voracious sexual addiction. The entire finale of the book, including shoot outs, fist fights, Tommy guns, and a chase scene through a water-logged cemetery island, finds Nick Carter entirely naked for the duration. Mission to Venice delivers exactly what it should: cheap, briskly paced, trashy action with some sex, plenty of violence, and a no-nonsense plot that, while completely free of any sort of complexity, keeps you interested, though considering that you can read the book in just under an hour, I guess sustaining your interest isn't really that big an accomplishment. Labels: Espionage, Series: Nick Carter posted by Keith at 9:17 PM | 0 Comments |
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