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Fully clothed, again, sexually satiated, feeling the closeness of the intimately shared experience, Stan and Vivian walked out of the stream bed, up the bank and regained the road.

Stan stared in disbelief. "I'll be damned! It looks like somebody's stolen your car!"

He was more surprised to hear her trilling laugh. He looked at her questioningly, "And, you're not worried?!"

"Not yet!" she smiled. "I think... that it's just Harry's cute way of letting us know that he knows... about us!"

"I hope to hell you're right... because I don't remember locking it up... when we left it here! It'd be a perfect setup for a car thief... and I feel kind of responsible..." he explained.

"Let's start worrying about it after we get back to my trailer... Okay?" She looked up at the sky. "It'll be dark pretty soon... so we'd better start walking!"

"I'm sure glad it's only about a half-mile!" he grinned. I don't think I could make it... if it were any farther!"

"Why... Stan, darling... you look pretty strong to me!"

"Well... I'm a little rusty... I guess!" he kidded. "I haven't had much fucking, lately... and you just worked my tail off!"

"Poor dear!" she commiserated. "All you need is a drink... and a little rest... before the fun thing of the evening really begins!"

"I'm afraid I don't follow you... ?"

"If my guess is right... that Harry's the one who took the car... then he saw us... and knows what we were doing!" Vivian explained. "... So... that means, he went after your wife... and if I know Harry... he's screwed her already. I wouldn't be surprised if we found them going at it... when we get back!"

"Christ! Do you really think that?"

"Yes I do... and there'll be nothing we can do except go in... and talk it over!"

"Talk about what?"

"About us... them... all of us... together..."

"You're way ahead of me, again!" He was exasperated.

"It could develop into a nice, swinging party... with all four of us!" she suggested.

"You're kidding! Lois'd never go for that!"

"Let's wait and see! Harry could have changed her mind... about a lot of things!"

"God... I don't know! I just don't know! It's kind of far- out..."

"It's going to be fun!" she assured him. "More fun than you've ever had before... believe me!"

After she had begged, tearfully, Harry had, finally, allowed Lois to get dressed, and he, himself, pulled on his pants and shirt. He was mixing fresh drinks, when Vivian came through the door of the trailer, followed by a sheepish looking Stan Brewster, who was more than a little uncertain about the whole thing. He didn't dare look at his wife, who sat, demurely, at the breakfast nook... and she, in turn, kept her gaze averted. The fact that she was there said it all... for both of them...

It was the Williams who carried it off. Vivian bustled over to Harry, patted him on the cheek and gave him a kiss, remarking, at the same time, "Harry... I brought Stan back with me! He was very good to me..."

Harry handed Stan Brewster a drink, then carried the other one to Lois. Handing it to her, he said, "You've got a rare gem of a woman here, Stan!... And, Vivian and I'd like to get to know both of you... even better than we do, now."

Going back to the built-in bar, he made two more drinks. Stan didn't know what to say. He took a large swallow of his drink and sat down opposite Lois.

Williams was going on, "Shall we drink to it... ?" He hoisted his glass up; Vivian, drink in hand, beside him smiled encouragingly at Stan.

Stan was perplexed. "If I understand this right... Vivian was suggesting that we... join you in..." He stopped, not quite able to articulate it, correctly.

"In a swinging party... ?" Harry queried, looking at his wife, Vivian.

"Yeah... swapping... or group sex... I guess you call it?" Stan said, "... In the long run... I guess it's sort of up to Lois..." He reached across the table and lifted her chin, forcing her to look him square in the face. "How about it, darling?"

He saw the scratches on her face and arms and knew that it was she who had crashed through the underbrush, on the bank, above them... while he had been driving his cock deep into Vivian's soft belly. His wife had seen them! She knew... just as he knew... or could guess accurately about what had happened in the Williams' trailer, a few minutes ago.

Lois' deep blue eyes were glistening with tears, as she looked into her husband's face. "Oh, Stan... !" she sobbed. "I didn't intend... f-for anything to h-happen... but it went on and on... a-and pretty soon... I-I couldn't help it! It j-just happened... !"

"Do you... want to do it... ?"

"You mean... stay here... and do it... some more... all four of us... ?"

"Yes... that's what Harry means!"

It was such a strange turn of events... so confusing to her and yet her coupling with Harry had been so, all-consuming... so satisfactory. Now, she realized that even their talk about it was working on her. She was becoming aroused, all over, again... just thinking about the possibilities...

"Y-yes Stan..." she trembled. "I'd like t-to do it!"

He leaned across the table and kissed his wife, soundly, on the lips; then picking up his drink, he said, "Okay, Harry... we'll drink to that!"

It was the beginning of an exciting evening for all four of them!

It was pitch dark. Peeper Martin made his way over to Mickey Blackum's sleeping bag. He could tell, instantly, that Terry occupied it with him. She was stretched out on top of the gang leader... and Peeper didn't have to exercise much imagination as to the activity going on inside.

"Mickey!" he hissed. "It's me... Peeper!"

"Yeah... what do you want?"

"I thought you'd like to know... about some of the things I saw, tonight..." Peeper offered.

"Like what?"

"Well... like the guy from the camper's been banging that black-haired broad you were hot for..." He stopped, waiting for Mickey's comment.

"That right?" Mickey said, rolling Terry from on top of him and leaning up on an elbow. "Tell me more!"

"... And the big guy, the black-haired broad's husband was banging the other guy's wife... now they're all over in the trailer together... and they're starting a party with all four! They're all bare-assed naked... already!"

"Is that other broad the blonde one... that was wearing the hot pants... ?" Mickey asked.

"Yeah... it is!"

The black-bearded leader smiled in the darkness. Damn! That's perfect! Both of them together... that cute blonde... and Vivian! His mind was working, making plans... considering the things he would like to do... would do... especially to Vivian Williams. He owed her some special treatment!

"You know, Peeper he said, grudgingly, sometimes, you come up with some pretty good ideas! Get the other guys and we'll have a council! Maybe... we'll have ourselves some fun, tonight!"

Terry McCauley snuggled up close to him, again. They were both naked. "Mickey..." she crooned. "I'm all hot for you already! Will you fuck me... first?"

"Not tonight, Baby! I'm going to save it for those two broads in the trailer!" he growled. "Besides... don't forget... like I told you, before... there're two guys there, too! You can have some fun with them... if you've got to be fucked!"

There was one thing bothering her. "Okay, Mickey I understand... but you're not going to... to hurt those people are you... ?"

"God damn it... I told you not to interfere with me!" he growled. "I ought to clobber you... but I haven't got time!" He crawled out of the sleeping bag to stand naked in the night over her. "So get your ass... out of there and get some clothes on!"

"I don't want to go..." she whimpered, "if somebody's going to get hurt!"

"You're going!" he said with finality... "And, nobody'll get hurt if they're cooperative! I can't guarantee anything... if somebody tries to do something foolish!"

Reaching down, Mickey drew on his pants, as he saw the other three men approaching. Yes! Tonight's the night... for fun and games!

Even though Lois had said that she would join in a group sex party, there was a certain disparity between the saying... and the doing; however, under the expert guidance of Harry and Vivian Williams, she was coaxed out of her clothing, again. All four lay on the double bunk bed, finishing up the last of another of Harry's potent drinks, and as the alcohol began to take its effect, she began to respond, sexually to Stan, on the one side, Harry on the other, while below, Vivian ran her hands, tantalizingly, over her body, her fingers, feather-light, as she stimulated the soft, white flesh of her inner thighs and moved upward to the gently, pulsing furrow, where glowing hot coals of her desire were being fanned into flame, again. Stan was kissing her, deeply, his tongue searching the honeyed sweetness of her mouth; at the same time, Harry licked and sucked at a pink, distended nipple, his big hands cupping the full mound of a breast up to his avid mouth.

She felt the building arousal, sensations of such magnitude coursing through her, that she knew it would be only a matter of a few minutes until... she would be caught, helplessly, in the grip of her passion. Never before had she begun to respond so soon... but then three people were concentrating their attentions on her. God... oh, God... so many hands... and so many mouths! They'll drive me wild! It felt so good to her... and she wanted it... wanted them... especially, she wanted her husband, Stan! It was so nice to have him there... being a part of it. It gave her an extra feeling of confidence and security.

Outside, moving swiftly, silently, in the darkness, five figures ranged alongside the Williams' trailer, waiting while the leader stood at one of the curtained windows and surveyed the erotic tableau of the two couples on the big, built-in bunk bed. Looks like they're just getting started! The big guy... with the hair must be Williams... Vivian's husband! He's the one we'll have to be careful with... he could be dangerous!

He tried the door. It was open. Good! Less chance of a slip-up! Mickey opened the door and walked, boldly, into the trailer. He was followed closely by Buck Sloan and Bill Wunder. Peeper Martin remained outside, for the time being, as a lookout. Terry McCauley was with him.

Vivian saw them first. As she saw movement in her peripheral vision, she turned her head to glance toward the door. She gasped, "My God... it's Mickey!" Opening her mouth to scream, she suddenly found herself muzzled by his restraining hand, as Mickey reached her in two strides. She heard his voice from behind his black-bearded lips hiss at her, "Don't make one sound... if you don't want to get hurt."

She watched with horrified eyes, as the second man, smaller, ferret-like, clapped a hand over Lois' mouth as she struggled to sit up, from between the two men. She had heard Vivian's gasp... the swift movement of feet and realized that something was wrong.

"Son-of-a-bitch!" Harry Williams gritted, coming up with both fists balled, ready to fight. He subsided, instantly; he was looking into the barrel of a.38 caliber pistol, held in the rock- steady hand of Mickey Blackum.

Stan, likewise, had sensed the danger. He had begun to gather his body for a lunge at the smaller man, nearest him, who was holding his hand over Lois' mouth. "What the hell!" he shouted. The third man, leaned forward, his gun pointing at Stan's head. "Shut up! he warned. Stan saw a good-looking youth with pale, blue eyes and almost white hair. It was Bill Wunder. There was an absolute silence for a beat; then Harry Williams demanded, "What do you bums want?"

"We've just invited ourselves to your little party!" Mickey Blackum told them, an evil grin parting his bearded lips.

"Like hell!"

The gang leader looked at him, hard, his face set and grim. "We're here... already... and we've got the muscle and the hardware to make it go our way... but nobody'll get hurt... if you just play it cool! Don't do anything stupid... foolish... or heroic... understand... ?"

"You'll never get away with it!" Stan ground out at them!

"We'll see!" Mickey answered curtly. "Tie the guys up!"

Only then did he take his hand away from Vivian's mouth. She looked up at him through eyes miserable with fright.

"Mickey!" she whispered. "If it's me... you want... just take me! These other people... don't have anything to do with it!"

Buck Sloan released Lois, and while Bill Wunder stood guard, implacably, went to the door and said, "Right on! Mickey wants the guys tied up!"

Meanwhile, Mickey glared down at Vivian, his eyes mean, full of anger. "Baby... there's no more talk... just action, now!" He stepped back and ordered. "You two... move down to the other bed... at the front there!"

Stan and Harry clambered off the bed and moved, warily, to the front of the trailer, where Peeper and Terry waited for them with rolls of wide surgical tape in their hands. They had no choice to do otherwise. Both men were bareassed naked. They were faced with four armed men, who probably wouldn't hesitate to use the weapons they held in their hands. The odds weren't very good!

"On the bed!" Martin ordered.

The two husbands lay down on the bed. Quickly and efficiently, Peeper and Terry bound them, using the surgical tape. In a few moments, Stan and Harry lay, trussed, hand and foot... and for extra measure... tape was placed over their mouths, as well.

Mickey inspected the two immobilized men. "Good!" he spat and turned his attention to the two women huddled together on the bed. Lois was sobbing with fright, as she clung to Vivian, asking in a hoarse whisper, "A-Are they... going t-to d-do... what I-I think... ?"

"God!... I-I don't know! But... I'll try to get Mickey t- to leave you alone!"

Buck Sloan leered at them. "Damn! Mickey can sure pick them!" he reached out to one of Vivian's full-mounded breasts, his fingers digging into her smooth, soft flesh, cruelly. "Christ! I can't wait to get my mouth on these!" he grunted.

"Drop it, Buck!" the bearded leader ordered. "The blonde's the one that gets it!"

The smaller man drew his hand back, as though he had touched a hot stove. He grinned, sheepishly, and turned his salacious, ferret-like eyes on Lois. "There's not much difference... I guess..." His hand caressed Lois' breasts; cupping one in his hand, his moistly warm lips encompassed a pink nipple, sucking up the aureole as well.

Lois shrank back and cried, "D-Don't... p-please... don't!?"

Vivian's grey eyes met Mickey's, defiantly, "Tell your goon to l-leave Lois alone! It's me you want isn't it?"

"Yeah but I'm saving you until last!" he grunted. "You're going to watch... while I show you what you missed! Then if I feel like it I might fuck you, too!"

Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull off his clothing. This was apparently a signal to the other three men, for they, too, began undressing.

Whispering, hurriedly, into Vivian's ear, Lois asked, "Do you know... him!"

"Yes... in a way..." Vivian whispered back.

"What's this a-all about... ?"

"It's a long story... I'll have to tell you... about it... later on!"

Mickey heard. He came to sit on the bed. Lois crawled away from him, into a far corner of the bunk. Watching her, amusedly, he said, "It's not such a long story! This bitch's a little cockteaser... and she picked the wrong guy! That's all!" Lois could only stare at his obscene nakedness...

Then, he stretched out on the bed, reached over and pulled Lois over to him. "So... your name's Lois? You're the one who was wearing those sexy hot pants! Come here! I'm going to fuck you!" he grunted. "But before I do... we're going to have some fun!" He encircled her body with a strong arm. "Meanwhile... Vivian, you little bitch... see if you can get my cock up with your mouth... and be God damned sure... you do it right!"

Buck was naked, now. His body was scrawny, but a bounteous nature had supplied him with a cock that was every bit a match for Harry Williams'. He climbed onto the bed and stretched out on the other side of Lois Brewster, plastering his body up against hers. His jack-staff erection was plastered up against the smooth taper of her thigh. She cringed with the contact, her eyes brimming with tears. Oh, God... not two of them... Of course, earlier, Harry had told her that part of the fun of swinging... was multiple copulation. She had considered it... had even consented to it, with her husband, Stan... and Harry... but with these men complete strangers... ? Dear God... !!

Blackum pulled her head over to his, his avid mouth finding her lips to kiss her. His full, black beard tickled her face. She tried to turn her head aside, but he held her hard and steady. "God damn it!" he hissed. "I'd hate to mark up your pretty face!" He captured her lips and snaked his tongue deep into her mouth to savor her moist, sweet mouth.

Meanwhile, Vivian knelt over Mickey's loins. She saw that his big cock was only partially erect. Without hesitation, she leaned over him and took the half-hardened shaft of his penis in her hand to skin back the heavy foreskin, her other hand going under him, to titillate his heavy scrotal sac. She was worried. It was not about herself. She was experienced enough to handle whatever came her way... But Lois... she's like a babe-in-the- woods! Damn! I hope she doesn't get hurt... !

Lowering her head, then, she took the head of Mickey's cock into her mouth, her tongue laving all around the growing corona, her lips tucked in over her teeth exerted pressure all the way around, as she began to hollow her cheeks in a sucking motion. She felt his prick pulsing to full erection in her mouth, and she began to bob her head, slowly, her lips slipping down further and further over him, until she was absorbing almost all of him into her mouth and throat.

Mickey shoved his hips up at her mouth, countering the slow rhythm she had set. He knew she would know how to do it, properly. Her mouth was smooth, moist warm... and practiced.

Bill Wunder watched Vivian for a moment, his cock throbbing to erection. He climbed onto the bed with the others, reminding himself that in a few moments... he'd make her do the same thing to him. Christ! It makes me hot just watching her... the way she's going after Mickey's big cock... but meanwhile... His eyes zeroed in on Lois' golden, hair-covered mound, seeing the curving swell of her hips, the tapering thighs framing the center of his interest. Training his eyes up farther, he saw her flat belly. Buck had one of her spiked-out nipples in his mouth, sucking noisily on it, while his other hand cupped up the other breast, the alabaster smoothness showing the marks of his cruel fingers. Mickey was kissing her, deeply, his mouth welded to hers, as he held her in his tight grip.

Lois, lying between the two men, being kissed by the bearded one called Mickey, suddenly remembered: Oh, God... he's the one I- I listened to... and watched... while he was... was fucking that young girl, Terry... on the sleeping bag! Vividly, she recalled her thoughts... her feelings; she had wanted to be that girl... wanted to lie under him... and take his cock deep into her seething cunt! Now... here he was... And he's going t-to... rape m-me!

She didn't want it! A person would think that in the face of her fear and terror, she would have been numbed... refusing to believe that it could happen... that his rape of her was a reality that would take place in a very few minutes; yet how was it... that there was a certain, sex-laden thrill keening through her body, the warm glow there in her belly, the definite sensation of moisture forming down there, between her legs... all indicating sexual arousal... in a woman who was about to be sexually assaulted... raped, fucked against her will?

... Then, Lois felt another pair of hands. They caressed her hips and thighs, gently, running massagingly over them, then rummaging in the triangle of her loins, the unseen fingers playing with the golden curls a moment or two before a finger squirmed down into the exposed crease, at the top of her cuntal slit, to find the sensitive shaft of her re-awakening clitoris. She was being held so tightly between Mickey and Buck that she couldn't see who it was that teased at her genitals.

Now, those hands lifted her knees up, flexing them, then her thighs were pried apart, firmly and she knew that the whole of her loins was exposed, nakedly, to that unseen, unknown man. God! Which one of them is it... ? Desperately, she tried to close her legs, again, but his greater strength held them apart. Her muscles trembled, painfully, as she played a serious tug-of-war with him. Finally, she could resist no longer. Her muscles relaxed and her thighs splayed open, widely... obscenely. She heard the man's sadistic chuckle of triumph. She fully expected to feel his body coming between her thighs, his erect penis entering her unwanting vagina to plunge into her without mercy... fucking her in mindless fury.

It didn't happen like that; instead, she felt those hands move upward on the cringing, soft flesh of her inner thighs, until they were on either side of her sparsely hair-ringed cunt... Then, very plainly, she felt his thumbs slowly, tantalizingly, spread apart the gently pulsating lips of her pussy.

At the other end of the trailer, securely trussed up and lying helplessly on the other bunk bed, Stan could only watch, with mounting fury, as the three men mauled and stimulated his wife. He could hear and see, but he was effectively gagged by the wide tape across his mouth. God damn bastards! They'd better not hurt her... !... But, what could he do? There were four men... all armed, not counting the smooth-faced boy, with the light, blue eyes, who had not displayed a weapon. Desperately, his eyes searched the trailer for something... anything that might be a help to him, either for escape... or as a weapon. There was nothing. His eyes came back to the other bed. The big, bearded man was kissing Lois, while the smaller one licked and sucked at her breasts. Below, the good-looking man seemed to be getting ready to mount her. He was spreading her thighs apart, and his long, thin cock stood out from his loins, throbbingly. Then, as Stan watched, Bill Wunder lowered his head, between her trembling thighs... and Stan knew what he was going to do. Damn! He's going to mouth-fuck her! Christ... I've never done that to her, myself! She's never even let me try... but tonight... before these goons broke in on us... I think she would have gone for it... !

The fourth man, he noticed, had stayed near the door, but now, he, too, began to strip his clothing off. The young boy was still fully clothed. When Peeper Martin was finally standing there, naked, he looked toward the tableau on the bed and saw that there was no place for him, there, yet, remembering Mickey's admonition that the black-haired bitch, who was kneeling over the leader's loins with his big cock in her mouth, was not to be touched by any of the gang, he turned to Terry and said, "Get it up for me... Terry!" He reached down to grasp and lift his slowly hardening cock by the shaft, as without hesitation, the small, pixie-like boy knelt before him and took his prick into his mouth.

It was only a foot from Stan's face. He watched with revulsion, as tiny hands reached under to titillate the big man's balls, the equally, tiny mouth beginning to absorb more and more of the rapidly growing cock. Damn fag! Pretty Boy! Christ! It's disgusting!

After a few moments, Peeper began to move his hips backward and forward, to drive more of his fully erect cock deep into the boy's mouth and throat; then, suddenly, he withdrew it and growled. "That's enough! Now... why don't you have your fun with these guys... while I'm busy with that blonde bitch!"

Stan was appalled. Tied up as he and Harry were... they would be helpless! This young faggot could do anything with them he wanted! For the first time since the motorcycle gang had invaded the trailer, he felt a slamming fear in his guts. There's no telling what the little fag'll do! He considered the possibilities: He could force us to suck him off... fuck him in the ass... or... he might want to shove his prick up our assholes! Christ! It was a grim picture he conjured... and he didn't like it at all!

He watched as Peeper walked to the other end of the trailer and crawled up on the bed. There was a general shifting of people, then... but he wasn't able to watch it all.

His attention was drawn, fully, to the small, leather-clad figure, who sat down on the bed next to him... and whose small hand reached out to his now flaccid prick, "Mickey said... if I wanted to... I could make it with you two..." The voice was high, musical... almost like a woman's voice, but Stan tried to roll his hips away, strangled noises coming from his mouth through the gag.

"Oh... you can't talk!" Those tiny hands reached up to remove the tape from his mouth.

"Now... what do you want to say... ?"

"Keep your hands off of me you damned faggot!" Stan grunted.

A trilling laugh tinkled from those too-pretty lips. "That's funny... almost too funny for words!"

... Then, Stan watched in amazement, as Terry removed her jacket and tossed it aside. Next her boy's shirt was slowly unbuttoned to reveal a pair of the loveliest woman's breasts he had ever seen. They were small, firm, pouting upward, and the nipples, small, berry-like were hardening into tiny cones of sensitive flesh. Whipping off the shirt, she was nude from the waist up.

"Does that look like I could be a gay one... ?" she asked, challengingly.

Stan stared at the beauty before him and gasped, "God... I wouldn't have believed it! You're beautiful"

"... And, all the rest of me matches!" she told him with a smile. "Now do you want me to touch you... or not?"

Below, unbidden, his big cock was throbbing to erection. "It sure as hell puts things in a different light... but it's going to be hard for me... to do anything for you... tied up like this..." he suggested.

"I-I couldn't let you go!" she explained. "Mickey won't allow me to!"

Then, she reached over to remove the tape from Harry's mouth. As soon as he was stripped of the gag, he said, "Baby... if you let us go... I can guarantee you the best fuck you've ever had!"

"I-I can't do it... so don't ask me, again!"

Terry removed her jeans, boots, socks and panties. She was completely nude, as she crawled up on the bed with Stan and Harry. She went on, "... But, don't worry... we'll all have a good time!" Her eyes swept down to gaze at the two big cocks spearing up, fully hardened... and ready. "I know I'll be satisfied... you've both got cocks that don't stop!"

With studied casualness, she knee walked over and straddled Stan's face, then leaning forward and to the side, she grasped Harry's outsize cock, her tiny hand not able to encircle its girth; at the same time, she lowered her loins down over Stan's face. "First... we'll do a little cock-sucking... and cunt- licking!" she instructed.

Stan looked up into the tender, moist furrow above him, and just as soon as she dropped her loins down into range, his tongue shot out to bury itself in the liquid depths of her pulsingly needful young cunt. An unbidden moan of desire escaped his lips, as he savored the pungent tang of her viscously bedewed vagina. Yes! Things had certainly changed in just a few moments. His only wish was that his hands could be free; it would really be fun, then...

As Terry's lips came down over his cock's head, throbbing lustily with desire, Harry muttered, "Suck it... good, Terry Baby! Suck it good!" His hips thrust up at her... and she began to bob her head, expertly, over him. Damn! This's something! Imagine... me, Harry Williams... being raped by a little slip of a girl!

Lying there, between the two virile men, a third one down below, using his hands to pull apart the cringing petals of her moistly throbbing cunt, Lois was terror-stricken, as she felt the wash of warm air over her exposed flesh. Oh, he's going t-to... use his mouth on m-me!

She felt her cheeks flame at the thought. She had never allowed Stan to do it to her... but now... she could do nothing to stop it! It was going to happen... and she didn't even know who it was!

Suddenly, then, the moist warmth of his tongue was there. She felt it go right into her vaginal orifice. His tongue was actually inside her, now! Oh, God, no! She tried to screw her hips down into the mattress to escape that vile act... but it was no use. His long, agile oral member plunged in and out of her, then moved in tantalizing circles just inside her cuntal opening. The glowing warmth of her arousal was suddenly fanned into roaring flames, as intense sexual sensations keened, excitingly, in her belly. She moaned, helplessly, up into Mickey's avid mouth... and she suddenly, realized that she wasn't trying to back away from that hot, probing tongue in her cunt. She was undulating her hips up to that mouth that tantalized so tormentingly, there below, in her sensate love flesh.