Diva The Girl who tried to break Ben s Dick
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Sunday--Miss Suzy Premi?re partie "The best things in life are free. The second best are very expensive." Since I de-planed in the Big Apple (I came from Ohio, but am most certainly not a Scientologist--unless an impeccable platinum banded solitaire ring of about five carats is part of the deal) I've had oodles of marriage proposals and was even, briefly, engaged. All very flattering, but I can afford to be choosy--or could. I think it's well past time if a lady is unmarried at 3...
HumorOF COURSE IT ALL MADE SENSE. Logical. Not to mention, the only thing we could do. Not only were Lissa’s kids sick, she was coming down with it, too. She simply wouldn’t—or couldn’t—travel. I decided on the spot that I wouldn’t go either but the heated argument that ensued left me at three to one against my canceling the trip. Lissa said she would send instructions to Allison on coaching me through my first round. Sam would be headed out on Tuesday, but there was no way he’d make the early...
IN THE MORNING, Allison was all business, and she proved herself an efficient coach/manager. We were up early and headed for United Center where the Bulls play basketball and the Blackhawks play hockey. They bring in big boxes to set up each racquetball court complete with floor and ceiling. The one at center court was Plexiglass so spectators could sit around on three sides. The end wall was solid. With the seating pulled back to the hockey boundaries, there was room to set up twelve...
AS SOON AS I GOT OUT of the arena and we headed back to our room, I started texting Lissa and Melody to tell them what had happened during the morning. It was so cool. I knew Melody was still in class, but I expected a response from Lissa. It didn’t come for quite a while. Then... “I’m so sick. Boys are running around like crazy. Jack and I are taking turns puking in the bathroom. Wish I was there. Congrats.” I was going crazy. It was just coming up noon on the coast and I waited till it...
I CRASHED AND BURNED against the thirteenth seeded player from Loyola Marymount in my first match of the morning. I played well, but I was just plain out of my league. The guy had an incredible match. It made me wonder how I’d ever managed to hold my own against Karl on Monday morning. I guess I just wasn’t in the zone. That put the pressure on for my next match. I had no time for remorse, as the next elimination round was at eleven and I was fighting for my life. This was another of the...
ALLISON’S EYES BURNED INTO ME. I cringed, at least in my head—yeah, if looks could kill. I could almost feel my brain frying. Great timing. Does this feel right? “I hope you mean: are you hard; am I wet; and is your cock lined up to penetrate my steaming twat?” Allison growled. She thrust her hips toward me, trying to force me into her. I backed off. I wasn’t teasing, exactly. Crap! What was I doing? “I’ve wanted this for a month, Tony. It feels good. Don’t get all moralistic on me now.” “I...
ALLIE LEFT THE SHOWER before I did and used the hair dryer. I kissed the back of her neck as I slipped past her out of the bathroom. I dressed for a day with the ‘rents and held a whispered conversation with Lissa and Melody before Melody had to go to class. The two-hour time difference meant that I caught them just after they’d stepped out of the shower. “Well, lover-boy, how did it go last night?” Melody asked. “Not like you expected,” I said. “You mean you didn’t... ?” “Not...
“WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?” Lissa asked. We were cuddled in the bed, hot and sticky from hours of making love, but unwilling to break the contact among us for even as long as it took to go to the shower. The two-hour time change for Lissa and Melody had worked in their favor as midnight didn’t seem late and one a.m. was still prime time. “We could just stay like this and order room service again,” Melody suggested. She was completely relaxed and still enjoying having me attend to her right...
“MELLY!” LEXI SAID as she approached us across the hotel lobby. When she released her mother from a hug, Melody went on to the formal-looking man behind Lexi and greeted her father. Who wears a suit on vacation? I thought. “Hi, Daddy,” she said, smiling at him. He didn’t hug her, but put both hands on her shoulders and leaned forward to kiss her forehead. Lexi had moved on to give Lissa a hug and then smiled at me and did the same. She glanced over her shoulder as if to make sure her husband...
A BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE was on ice in our room with three glasses and a box of dark chocolate truffles. The truffles were my Dad’s idea and he’d taken care of it. “More of Allie’s admirers?” Lissa asked, surprised. I acted all innocent and just shrugged my shoulders. “Was she singing or having an orgasm?” Melody asked. “Mmm. Truffles!” We decided to take a shower before we indulged in any kind of decadence, but the lure of champagne and chocolate—and our overfilled stomachs from pizza—kept...
“TONY!” DAMON YELLED into my ear. I held the phone away slightly. I’d surprised the boys by calling to read them a bedtime story over the phone. “Did you go away?” he asked. “Just for a while, buddy,” I explained. “I needed to come and visit my mommy and daddy.” “Meddy is with Gramma Lexi,” Drew supplied. He was already sounding more grown up than when I left him. “When you coming home, Tony?” Damon asked. “We miss you.” I almost broke down crying. “Soon, buddy. Soon.” I’d been home...
AT SIX-THIRTY SHARP, a bright red pickup truck came tearing down our driveway in a cloud of dust. Beth’s Dad bought her the 4x4 for her eighteenth birthday. “Boys love girls in trucks,” he’d said as he handed her the keys. We’d all laughed because she had to have the seat customized so she could reach the pedals and still see out the windshield. Beth barely topped five feet, but she loved that truck. I stepped off the front porch and sauntered toward where she’d stopped, but I was still...
“OH MY GOD!” she gasped. She stood studying the painting. “Oh my god,” she repeated. She moved back from the painting and then moved forward again. “Oh my god.” She sat on the foot of my bed. “She’s crying for you. God, Tony, why is your girlfriend crying for you. She’s begging you. Oh my god.” Tears ran from Beth’s eyes. “Beth. Hey Dumpling,” I said as I stroked her shoulder. “That isn’t my girlfriend ... exactly.” “Exactly? What does that mean? Wait!” Beth hadn’t stopped looking at the...
I STOOD IN THE DOORWAY, staring again at the little twin bed in the room I’d grown up in—Allison’s picture no longer draped. I’d been ‘home’ for more than a month and I wasn’t sure how I could bear to go into this room again. I had to talk to Mom and Dad today about going back to Seattle. And somehow I had to get Melody there with us. Mom and Dad had come in to see the painting when I told them about the unusual night I had with Beth. Dad had given me a hug. Not just a squeeze or a man-hug,...
SUNDAY AFTERNOON, I was getting a little anxious. After a weeklong, 3,000-mile roundtrip to Boston, I was bringing my girlfriends—my family—home to my parents’ house in Nebraska. I pointed out sights to them as we entered Nebraska. From the time we turned west on U.S. 30, I was like a three-year-old at the steering wheel, even pointing at the horses and cows in the field. “There’s where I went to high school,” I said. “Man, it’s changed already. Big renovation this year.” “Aw, that’s...
MOM’S IDEA of a little Fourth of July barbecue amounted to about thirty people gathered in our backyard gabbing and eating for six hours. Many of the people who were watching the game in the morning were also at the barbecue. In addition to ribs, burgers, and dogs on the grill, Mom had baked apple, cherry, and strawberry/rhubarb pies. Everyone who came brought food, too. It was a Midwestern spread that you can only dream about in Seattle. Baked beans, potato salad, deviled eggs, macaroni and...
I THOUGHT ABOUT TALKING the girls into losing their jeans, but it was cute the way they were wading in the creek with their pants legs rolled up. They continued to cluster around the rock where Beth sat and I figured that would be as good a setting as any. I got my sketchbook set and then plugged my mp3 player into a tiny speaker I’d seen advertised on late night TV a couple of weeks ago. It filled the clearing with an eerie note of flute music. “Shakuhachi!” Beth shouted. “Beautiful. A...
The StageHe stood waiting, silently in the night. His heart racing, his senses on high alert for anything out of the ordinary. From his vantage point, he could see the huge hulking shadow of the man he hired to do the dirty work. The hulk’s name was Harry and he cost a bundle. He was a massive 6-foot-tall, dirty, biker. He was perfect for the part. Harry was disgusting and someone you don’t want to be around, not only because of the smell, but because he would do anything for money. And...
Before we get started with this one, I would like to thank all of you who take the time to contact me about my stories. I would like to say though, those of you who are looking for happy endings in my stories, you're probably not going to find one! Extreme humiliation, feminization and punishment is what my subjects will suffer through after being caught or tricked! If this is not what you're looking for in a story, please take your less than desireable reviews and move on to another...
Venice will steal your heart any hour of the day. Or night. Go and row your lover in a makeshift little boat to the market at the foot of Rialto Bridge. Do it in the haze of early morning. Kiss her in the cool shadowed galleries across San Marco's. Feed her a bite of pasta at a wholly unknown little square that you'll never be able to find back. Show her the maze of shady alleys and smelly canals in the quiet of the night. Venice is a floating body of ancient bones. It is shaped from...
He looked at the 1952 Willys Jeep, 4wheel drive station wagon. It was a classic right from an African safari operator. First of all, he could have bought one cheaper in the United States if he had added the shipping cost into the equation. Yes, Artie thought, but it wouldn’t have the provenance of the monster which sat outside his garage. It looked as though all those years working in his father’s auto repair shop might just pay off after all. The thought of those days usually made him sad,...
Copyright© 2003 (Read My Neighbour Hazel) One morning as I was returning from Joan and Mary's home, Hazel met me and we went back into my home where she had emerged. "I thought you were back you usually are by this time and I called to see you. I had a telephone call from a woman not connected with the LBG (Ladies Bridge Group), but who is a dear friend of one of our members. The member told me that I would be contacted by her, her name is Hattie. Her daughter is twenty-one years old and...
I was texting Phil working on a day that we could meet up. Both my parents had full time jobs in the city, and if my brother was not going to be home I knew he could come over. Luckily, my brother went to work with my father sometimes, and this week he was going. Phil's parents also worked, so I told Phil I would pick him up at his house at 10am since we would have to leave my house by 5. He agreed, then shocked me with some great news. He asked if his friend Artie could join us. He said...
My name is Pattie, and my husband and I have been married for five years. My husband treats me like a princess. He buys me all sorts of clothes and loves to dress me up. Every day he picks out my outfits. He especially loves to pick out my intimate items that I wear. He’s most fascinated with my panties. He loves the fabrics and wonders how they’ll look on my pussy. The man is in love with my beautiful, bald pussy. Often, my husband Bobby loves to shave my pussy. He loves for me to be bald and...
Wife Lovers"Don't move. Stay right where you are," I whispered. She complied as I felt her muscles relax and her body slump against my chest. We were silent. There was no need for conversation. We had both exclaimed our delight over the past half hour and swam in the pleasure of our shared passion. We had expressed our fulfillment at the completion of a blissful union. We lay there in the dark, the gentle rocking of the boat adding to our peaceful recovery. I pulled the comforter over us to ward...
My first memories of my Aunt Bertie were when I was very young. She was my mom’s younger sister and lived in Ohio. My Dad always referred to her as that Yankee relative. I was born and we lived in Philadelphia, Mississippi.My Dad was a born and bred Southern in the old South tradition. His ancestors had large cotton plantations and many slaves. Fortunately, my Great Great Grandfather (GGGF) had the foresight to diversify his cotton fortune in European investments.After the Yankee war of...
IncestCharacter List Tim Part Original, H.S. Student; 5’-9” tall, 145 pounds, 17 years old. auburn hair, gray eyes, nice looking Dottie HS Student; 4’-11” tall, 102 pounds, 34C-22-34, 16 years old, short, curly, strawberry blond hair, gray eyes, some light freckles, very cute Tony HS Student, 5’-10” tall, 200 pounds, 17 years old, black hair, brown eyes Rick HS Student, 6’-0” tall, 160 pounds, 17 years old, brown hair, blue eyes Geno HS Student, 5’-9” tall, 170 pounds, 17 years old, black...
PRIVATE SCHOOL FOR LESBIANS – Part 3 - DOTTIEThe Director, Ms Dorothy van Heckle, (Dottie to most people) was a tall distinguished looking woman with grey hair (she was about 60) and a firm voice. She had directed this school since the beginning. She was an enigma to most. There were many rumours about her, but nothing was ever proven or investigated. One persistent rumour was that she had wild parties in her very pPRIVATE SCHOOL FOR LESBIANS – Part 3 - DOTTIEThe Director, Ms Dorothy van...
This chapter is simple and may not get too erotic. Bear with the chapters as it gets better. These chapters surround the following chapters, as we (Dottie and I) were always getting back together and breaking up again. See Chapter 6 for more about Dottie. Chapter 1. Dottie Names have been changed to protect well EVERYBODY. This is a true story that started when I was around 16. I am now a senior citizen. In the 1960’s and 1970’s there were not many diseases like AIDS. The worst you...
HI EVERYBODY HAPPY EASTER. WELL IM A TAXI DRIVER DONT USUALY WORK SUNDAYS BUT DID THIS WEEK AND IM REALLY GLAD I DIDPICKED UP 3 LADIES IN THERE 30S GOT TO DESTINATION AND 2 GOT OUT AND I TURNED ROUND TO TELL THE 3RD HOW MUCH IT WAS WHEN SHE SMACKED THE LIPS RITE ON ME 9 THEY WERE THE SOFTEST LIPS EVER JUST WANTED THEM ROUND MY COCK STRAIGHT AWAY)SHE SAID WILL U COME BACK FOR US AT 3AM AND WE WILL DROP THE 2 PALS OFF 1ST AFTER WE DROP THEM U CAN TAKE ME HOME SHE SAID. SO I AGREED HOW COULD I SAY...
"Mmph..." Jamie moaned as she forced her tired eyes open. A quick glance at the clock made her sigh- it was 5:45am, a time that up until recently, the 26 year old woman would have balked at, especially on a cold, wet Sunday morning in December. However, Jamie didn't hesitate to swing her smooth, slender legs out of her bed, wrap a warm dressing gown around her shivering body and pad the short distance down the landing towards the reason for her being awake so early. "Hey, hey cutie..."...
Diva exited a lot as she walkd to her anal trainers room..she was just 18 with a tight pussy opend a very few times-not properly-n wth an unopend anxious ass...she enterd th room..she lukd for james,she knows his name..th bathroom door opnd a macho man cmpletly nakd wth a 10inch cock hangin down..reachd her.without any bullshit talks he kissd her with palms undr her bare buttocks..remvd her top,bra..her cherry nipples shown.he startd tenderly kissin it thn turnd in 2 suckin hard ,rubbin hard...
Introduction: Mrs Maggie Henderson is the pastors wife who out of growing sexual frustration seduces a fellow church member Clay Nicholas who use to attend her Sunday School group, but will an unexpected house visit later in the day threaten to turn the small Christian community upside down. (told from the boys perspective) Mrs Maggie Henderson The Pastors Wife and Sunday School Teacher The Pastors Wife I was brought up to go to church and believe that there is a God who will send me to hell...
As a young boy, to enable my parents to continue going to work without worrying about leaving me alone at home, each time the long school summer holiday came around I was packed off to the country to stay with a lady I called Auntie Bettie. Auntie Bettie and I were not related, she used to live next door to us with her husband and they were good friends with my parents. She moved away to the countryside after her husband was killed in a car crash but always stayed in contact with us and it was...
My name is Pattie. I'm 37 years old, 4 feet 7 inches tall. I weigh 80 pounds, and have an A-cup bra size. In other words, I am what some people might call tiny. I have blue-green eyes, a small straight nose, a small somewhat pouty mouth, and my brunette hair hangs to just below my shoulder blades. I also am a sapiosexual: I adore intelligent men. To me, a guy who is intelligent is not just appealing or interesting. A guy who is intelligent (and unattached!) could get himself pounced on...
Fantasy & Sci-FiThe lobby was empty, so was the reception area. Her steel pointed heels clicked their rhythm on the shining floor. When she stopped, her ears picked up the distant sigh of air conditioning. It was cool in here, almost chilly after the humid heat outside. The artificial breeze made her black hair flow. Her flimsy summer dress clung to her skin. It enhanced the flowing curves of her body in motion. Little nubs rose from the center of her swaying breasts. They responded to the change in...
“He’s asleep, come with me,” whispered Jackie in Dave’s ear. Dave stood carefully, looked at the slumbering George and tip-toed out of the conservatory. Jackie eased the door shut, being careful not to let the latch click. They moved more quickly into the hallway where Jackie turned, put her arms around Dave’s neck and kisses him greedily.“Don’t worry he’ll sleep for hours.” She led him upstairs.About a year before, Dave had been sitting at the bar of ‘The Winner’ just coming up to eleven...
CheatingThis story begins in 2006. I was coming up on a move from Anchorage, Alaska to Columbia, South Carolina. I decided to use some online dating sites to maybe lay some groundwork to hook up with some women in SC. I had started talking to this (as I saw in photos) extremely cute, busty 18 year old girl. We shall call her Diane for the sake of anonymity. We talked casually for a few months via Yahoo messenger and grew to know quite a bit about each other. She was a big fan of my favorite band...
Mattie: Learning to Love What You Have By Kelly Ann Rogers I haven't written, or, more accurately, posted anything in a while. Those big, novel length stories I posted in the past kinda drained me OMG! I can?t believe I wrote three novels)! Then I got really busy in RL and worst of all, my muse fled. I'm sticking my toes in the water again with this confection. It's a flirtation with themes that often occupy my thinking, but which I'm not ready to directly write about. Instead,...
A Football Sunday to Remember!! Like every Sunday it's a day of NFL Football at our house, My husband Terry watches it every Sunday and I too love the game but I wanted to go and do something else this Sunday so I bugged him all week let's do something different this Sunday. So Friday he said we are going to a party this Sunday as a compromise. He said it'll be fun not exactly what I wanted but why not. So Sunday came, Terry told me to dress in my short-short skirt and my Pittsburgh...
Sunday Morning Part 1 She was shaken awake. It was Sunday. She knew what to do. She went to the bathroom with her pile of clothes and prepared. She showered and did her hair just so, she had shaved in the shower......completely bare this week...she would surprise him.? She bent and slipped a garter belt on running her hands over her very smooth Mont de Venus thinking how nice it felt, so soft and smooth, she would not wear nickers today. She felt a shiver of excitement as she thought of her...
I had known Christie my whole life, and to hear our folks tell it, I had been in love with her too. They say that I used to follow her around like a little puppy dog. Whenever mom couldn’t find me, she’d go next door to their house, and sure enough, I’d be wherever Christie was, just watching her. They once found me curled up under her bed while she napped. They would tell these stories to anyone, while I would blush madly and stare at my shoes, but who could really blame me? Blue...
Thursday The food court in the building I work in isn’t very busy. It’s a beautiful summer day, and most people are outside enjoying the sunshine. I ordered the Chicken Teriyaki special, when my order is ready, I reached for my wallet. I had left my wallet in my suit jacket. “Shit,” I mutter under my breath. M was behind me, next in line to pay at the cash registered. She could see I had forgotten my wallet by my reaction. She gently bumps my back with her shoulder. I turn around and look...
FetishPart 1. A secret revealed and a proposition.A story by my lovely wife beth in which she explores her fantasies.....I sat there in the passenger seat of Sarah's Corsa staring wide eyed at what she was telling me. A glance from her, looking quickly back at the road, a grin from ear to ear as she took in my expression."What?"She giggled."Oh my god....are you serious?" My exclamation making her giggle even more. "Oh yes, I'm very serious"She continued with her shocking revelation, and as she drove...
Her name is Mrs. Jones. She was my Sunday school teacher and confirmation teacher. She was very prim and proper. Neat tidy business style dresses. She was thin with dark brown hair. She always took classes very seriously, but she was always staring at me during class. One Sunday morning,when I was 13, she told me to stay after and help her pick up, which I found odd, since her son was there. He was actually a friend of mine. But I knew better than to make waves at church. When her son had gone...
416 A SUNDAY SHOP GIRL REMEMBERS (PT2)(See 196 Sunday shop girl 1)Sadly, this is a very true story. It was sent to me by a lass that is now, a nurse in north America, where she moved to too escape these folk as soon as she was able Anne-Marrie (as we know from part 1) had been coached from an innocent young virgin to a used young lady, still a virgin technically but no longer the innocent, unable though because of the trap she had fallen into to tell anyone and wrapped in the shame of the web...
The Sunday Coin Toss The Toss As I watched, the coin seemed to flip in slow motion as it looped lazily through the air. It was Jane's turn to call it, and this time the said “tails” just as the quarter reached the apex of its flight. As the coin began the drop into my hand, before it even landed, I sensed I had lost the toss. A sense of excitement sent a rush of adrenaline into my stomach. Tails it was. Jane smiled with a sense of satisfaction, as if she had been waiting for this moment....
TransHi guys this is a fictional story about my mom and her lover. Hope it will make you horny. And it was as Sunday again and as usual my mom had a plan outside. I always wonder where she is going so early, that too on Sunday. That day I decided to follow her as I was so curious to know. I wanted to know where she is going. My dad was as resting, which he always does on Sunday, that is what a working man is supposed to do on weekend, but not my mom. Even though she is a working lady, she does not...
Incest100% fiction! Like every Sunday it's a day of NFL Football at Vicky's house, My husband Paul watches it every Sunday and I too love the game but I wanted to to go and do something 1 sunday so I bugged him all week let's do something this Sunday...So Friday he said we are going to a party this Sunday as a compromise...He said it'll be fun..not exactly what I wanted but why not...So Sunday came, Paul told me to dress in my short plad skirt and my raider halter top and heels, I'm like isn't this...
Group SexA mother's intrusion on her son's privacy happens once too often By Oediplex 8==3~ {Adult literature. The author neither advocates nor encourages any illegal or harmful activities which may damage oneself or another; either physically or emotionally or in any other way. If you find sexual fantasies offensive, you are free not to continue reading this story. This story is based on real people, real situations and real desires.} [I have always found the scene in “American Taboo”,...
Neither the aroma of flowers decorating the altar nor the underlying familiarity of the surrounds-rows of pews left and right, altar in the middle, organ on the right, choir on the left-were much help in alleviating my nervousness. It wasn't going to church for the first time since adolescence that bothered me so much as being among a crowd of people once again. The church I grew up with was a dark, musty, unpleasant place, but this newer building had a good deal of glass at the entry, making...
Captain Peter Carr looked at the woman he had just magnificently fucked, he cherished her and their relationship was an item now, they really had to stop the secret rendezvous in his office on the make believe that she it getting another telling off from her commanding officer. She looked well happy, her eyes still glazed and looking stunning and as beautiful as ever, Pete wanted her again and again: ‘I tell you what. let’s do it just once more huh baby?’ he asked taking a good hold of his...
Second and final part. It will make more sense if the first part is read first. Both parts are quite long. ‘Steve Wright’s Sunday Love Songs’ is a real BBC Radio 2 programme: Nine till eleven am GMT every Sunday. I’m not sure if they still do the long lost friends item. In any case, they never connected Kevin and Nicola with each other, since they are both fictional characters! All characters in sexual situations are over eighteen. —– We left Kevin searching and worrying about Nicola who...
The Visitor Monica's Diary Sunday, June 18 This morning, like every Sunday morning, began last night. I don't mean the taking of baths, the laying out of clothes, and the getting to bed early enough to get a good night's sleep merely. Saturday evening family devotions are usually longer and call for more personal introspection than most nights of the week. Nathan reads the Bible aloud--three chapters a night and five on Sunday--and either explains or questions us about it as he...
Martin Bloom was finding it hard to fit in with any of the cliques at Shaler High School. He was the new kid in town. If being the new kid was not bad enough, Martin transferred to his new school district while school was in session and his fellow students already had their routines. Plus, he has only been a student there for a week. Finding one's place took time. Also, the other kids wanted to feel him out before they had more social interactions with him. Martin's personality did not...
As the week wore on, I began to wonder if Sunday wasn’t really a dream. To have your wife tell you that she wants to have sex with another woman, while you watch, is a little hard to believe. And as Monday moved to Wednesday, and Wednesday to Friday, there had been no further mention of that lazy Sunday morning conversation. I wanted to ask her if she was still interested in pursuing the idea, but I was afraid I would appear too eager. I thought that the idea might be a bit fragile. Like if I...
Erotic(A tryst of fate series: #2 brought to you by Dr. MaxMon) Skinny-dipping Sundays, by MaxMon The doorbell rang again and Peter answered it dressed in Hawaiian shorts with a beer in his hand. As he opened the door splashes were heard from the pool out back, along with faint yells and playful conversation from the small group of partygoers who had already arrived late in the morning. Greg and Brenda greeted Peter at the door with smiles and happy feelings since they had grown accustomed to each...
Another Sunday Church Morning----------Another Sunday morning, and Katherine, the newest farm helper was late again. I know that these girls are working just to be around the horses, free riding and using the swimming pool, but being on time was important to keep our customers happy with someone present to help. I decided that I must pull her aside and talk to her about it, and see what we could do about her tardiness."Katherine, I need to speak to you alone please. Come into the office for a...