Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight
This is a one shot written for Askthemagic8ball and sncmom who bought my ass during the Support Stacie Auction a while ago. Luckily, the two of them are super sweet and patient… very, very patient. They gave me a costume prompt, and this is what I came up with. Big thank you to Mac214 for her stellar beta skills.
It is meant for fun. It is vulgar. And it is not safe for work. Enjoy.
Ouch, ouch. Ahhh… there it is.
I smooth my hands down my sides against the soft, buttery leather. My god, it hugs me like a second skin.
This looks good, and it kind of feels good. This surprises me.
I turn around and peek over my shoulder to check out my ass in the bathroom mirror. I really do have a nice ass, but these panties just won't do. The floss of the thong is cutting into me, and I think Willy might suffocate.
Willy is my dick.
It was hard enough tucking my package into the tiny piece of material so that he lay just right - and that is freaking insane: the tuck between the legs - but trying to get the underwear off? The elastic is so tight around my hips that I'm afraid I might rip out a few pubes when I pull them down, and I don't want to tear the panties. But to be honest, if it comes down to Willy's oxygen level and the panties staying in tact, Willy's going to win.
Hooking my thumbs into the black silk underwear, I begin to slide them down and carefully free Willy… yeah, I'm freeing the Orca. Bella was the one who named him and it stuck, and now it's like the three of us are a happy little family: me, Bella, and Willy. Sometimes I wonder if I should name her vag – I don't want it to feel left out. It's small and warm and pink and a little fuzzy. She keeps that thing trimmed nicely too, and it's pretty… like a flower. She has a pretty pussy, so it deserves a pretty nickname. Maybe Lily or Vanessa or Bunny. Kitten is a nice name too, though. But I'm feeling kind of partial toward Vanessa.
Fuck, the damn corset is so tight I can't even bend over. The wire, or whatever the hell it is, cuts into my ribs, and that shit hurts. I start to shimmy, and Willy shakes back and forth, slapping against my thighs like a limp snake until the thong is at my ankles. I step out, and because I can't bend over, I pick them up with my toes. I do this move that would look really athletic, almost soccer-like, if I wasn't wearing a corset. Tossing the underwear up behind me, I catch them in my hand. I do have good coordination, if nothing else.
I jog over to the dresser, cupping myself because it doesn't feel good when Willy bounces up and down like that, and I have a little trouble breathing after the short jog because of being so constricted. I start to rifle through the underwear drawer, searching for something that might match. The corset is black leather trimmed in dark red – like hooker lipstick red, but it is a really pretty shade.
I'm not gay. I am so very not gay or bi-sexual. "I'm just a little curious," I say to myself. It's not like I'm going to put on heels or anything.
As I'm digging through the drawer - damn, she's got some sexy things in here - I find a pair of silky-cottony, boyish-like underwear, and I think they'll do. Willy might be a little squished, but they're stretchy cotton, and cotton is breathable. I'm not planning on getting a boner in the next five minutes either, so they should be fine. But now I have a problem. I can't bend over to put them on. It took me twenty minutes to figure out how to lace up the corset, and there's no way I'm going to take it off just to do it all over again.
I sit on the edge of the bed and slide my feet into the leg holes of the underwear, lift and roll my ankles to bring them up, and then lay back on the bed. Raising my legs straight up in the air, the underwear drops down over my knees, and I grab the hem, pulling them over my thighs. As I stand, I tuck in Willy and adjust the underwear around my ass. It's sliding up my crack, but I guess that's to be expected - Bella is really tiny.
Admittedly, I'm a little excited to see how it all looks together as I walk back into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror again, I frown a little. The black corset doesn't exactly match the black color or style of the underwear, so I'm really not getting the full effect of the outfit. For a second I think about buying a thong that might fit me, but then I push that thought out of my head because I'm not really into this kind of thing, and I don't plan on doing this on a regular basis.
The corset is part of a costume that Bella is wearing to a party we're supposed to go to tonight. I've already tried on my gunslinger costume, but that entertained me for all of ten minutes. Bella's not due home for another hour, there's nothing on TV, and I'm not tired enough to take a nap, so…
I quickly glance over at Bella's make-up and bite at my bottom lip as I contemplate for a second.
Maybe just a little lip gloss, I decide, because now, fuck it, I'm all in. I tell myself I don't have some kind of weird fetish thing going on, and I'm not a closet transvestite from the Rocky Horror Picture Show. What's that guy's name? Oh yeah, Dr. Frankfurter. No, I'm not him or her… whatever. I'm just a little curious… and bored.
That's what this is: boredom.
I dig through small jars and tubes, looking for this stuff she wears sometimes until I finally find the clear tube with a silver cap. It tastes like vanilla and some kind of fruit. I really like it.
After I untwist the cap, I glide the sponge thing across my bottom lip – it smells nice, but it's a little sticky. I press my lips together to evenly cover them with the gloss, and with my pinky I wipe the excess from the corners of my mouth. I've watched her put on make-up a million times, so this is why I know what to do.
Straightening my back, I look in the mirror. My lips are shiny and they taste sweet, but now my skin looks really pale. I don't know if it's the way the lighting is in the bathroom or the shine of the lip gloss that's making me look this way, so I reach into her box of make-up and pull out the stick with the fur stuff on the end that she uses on her cheeks. There's like fifteen different shades of pink and peach powdery stuff in there, and I decide to try the dark pink because I think that will probably match best with the red trim of the corset.
I lean toward the mirror and say, "You're not gay." I chuckle out loud because I don't know why I feel the need to convince myself that I'm not… because I'm not. There's nothing wrong with being gay. I have a friend who's gay, at least I think he is, and I don't think he wears girl's underwear or corsets or is into the bondage thing. I don't know. It doesn't really matter. Being gay is fine; rainbows, pride, and all that shit… it's cool. It's just not my thing. I just prefer to dip my cock into something that comes pre-lubed. And tits… I like the tits; well, I like Bella's tits.
Running my fingertips over the fur on the stick, I feel badly about the gay thing. It's stupid really because people should do whatever the hell they want, and I'm not even sure liking the way the corset feels has anything to do with being gay in the first place. Who am I to judge? I'm standing in my bathroom about to put on make-up, liking the way this corset feels.
My attention is drawn back to the fur on the stick as I realize how soft it is. It's nice. I move it down my neck and under my chin and smile, glad that I shaved this morning, because it tickles a little. I'm sure it wouldn't feel the same if I had the whole five o'clock shadow thing going on.
After I'm fairly certain I have enough of the pink powder on the fur, I suck in my cheeks. Isn't that what chicks do? Or guys… I want to be politically correct now. I can't remember if Bella does this or not, so carefully, slowly, I slide the fur along my cheekbone – one side and then the other. I don't want to put too much on because then I'll definitely look like a transvestite hooker. I just need enough to give my skin a little color.
Not bad, I think checking out my work as I step back with my hands on my hips. I'm actually pretty proud of myself for doing such a good job. I could totally be a chick and a good-looking one too.
But I don't want to be.
I'm a man, and I like being a man. I like women and tits and pussy. No, I love pussy. I love it so much I think I might have to spend a little extra time on Bella's tonight after the party.
Willy starts to twitch as I think about going down on Bella. She likes it when I eat her out. The way she pushes her hips toward my mouth and grabs my head to pull me closer drives me fucking insane.
Willy's wide awake now. He's straining against the boyish-like underwear, and quite frankly, I need to release because if I spend as much time as I want to on Bella tonight, I want to be able to last even longer when I'm finally inside her pussy or her mouth.
I'm imagining her soft, warm lips around my cock, sucking and licking it. I forget I'm wearing make-up and a corset as slip my hand inside the underwear, wrap it around my shaft and stroke. Right now I don't really give a shit because all I can think about is getting off.
Bracing myself against the vanity with one hand, I stroke harder and faster. I know my jizz is going to splatter against the sink and possibly drip down the front of the cabinet and onto the floor. I kick the rug to the side because Bella picked out this mat, and she'd be pissed if I ruined it. Besides, it'll be a lot easier cleaning jizz off a hard surface rather than trying to explain why the bath mat is in the washer. I know this is really disgusting, but I need to jack-off now, and because I'm still wearing the corset I can't get in the shower – I don't want to take the time to take the damn thing off. If I lay on the bed I run the risk of coming on the corset, and leather can't be washed, or pleather… whatever, it's a rental. I'm sure as hell not taking it to the dry-cleaners - no fucking way I'm going to try to explain that. So leaning against the sink it is.
I'm thinking way to much about this and focus on Bella's lips again. And her hot pussy, Vanessa. And her lips around Willy and my tongue flicking and sucking her clit. Fuck. My balls tighten, and I can feel it building, thinking about doing a sixty-nine with her. The corset is so tight I can hardly breathe. But it's weird; it feels kind of good… it feels really good - like all the blood is forced toward my dick. It's fucking intense.
Holy shit. Is this dangerous? I don't want Willy to explode, but I pump harder anyway because it's so fucking amazing. My entire body tightens as I get closer to the edge. I'm taking shallow breaths, and I sound like a fucking dog in heat, but fuck, it's so... intense.
I grunt really loud, feeling light headed as I spew all over the vanity. It's like my cock is a fucking cannon, shooting jizz on the edge of the sink. I'm actually kind of proud of the power my dick has. I always thought Bella named it Willy after that whale in the movie because of its size, but now I think maybe it's because of the come-shooting, cannon-like abilities I possess that remind her of said whale spouting water through its blow-hole. Regardless, it's pretty awesome.
My legs are a little weak and shaky, and Willy twitches again as the last bit of come spurts out. I bow my head, panting, and the corset doesn't feel so good anymore. I feel like I'm being strangled, and have to choose whether I should take the corset off first or clean up the sink and floor.
I decide breathing is better than cleaning up partially dried jizz, so I rinse and dry my hands then reach around to untie the corset. Yeah, this fucker had to be tied, which is why it took me twenty minutes to put it on in the first place.
When I pull the lace in the back, nothing happens, so I yank a little harder. It's not loosening up… at all, and I spin around, looking over my shoulder in the mirror to see what the hell is going on.
It's knotted, and it's not like some kind of big knot that can be easily undone. No, it's a tiny fucker of a knot. I begin to panic a little, and I'm a bit sweaty too. The leather feels like it's either shrinking or sucking onto my skin because of the sweat – it's like some kind of alien-leach thing, and I'm starting to freak out a little. I'm breathing heavier because I can't breathe. My dexterity isn't all that great as I fumble with the knot – my fingers feel really fat, and my arms are cramping because they're behind my back in an awkward way. Tying it seemed so much easier.
I mumble a stream of profanities under my breath – the knot isn't loosening, in fact, I think it's getting tighter. Suddenly, all of the air feels like it's leaving my body, and I'm hot and dizzy – my vision starts to blur.
Oh my God, I'm going to die. I'm going to fucking suffocate and fucking die on the bathroom floor, wearing a corset and make-up. I clutch my chest, blowing out quick, shallow breaths, and now I sound like a woman in labor as I think of what my obituary might read. Emmett, my brother, would have a fucking field day with this. And I swear to God, I will haunt that motherfucker in his dreams if he mentions anything about this to anyone. My eyes widen as I think about my mother finding out. Oh Jesus Christ, she'll never forgive me – my eyes roll toward the back of my head and begin to flutter, thinking about how disappointed she would be, or shocked, or…
Fuck. My. Life. Or death as the case may be.
My head shoots up toward the mirror, and I'm abruptly brought back to the present. Bella's home. Shit! Why the hell is she home so early?
I shove Willy back into the underwear, slam the bathroom door shut, then lock it. "Up here!" I yell - why the hell did I tell her where I am? Jesus Christ, I'm fucking panicking right now and really hope she doesn't come upstairs. I silently offer a deal to God. I tell him I'll donate a thousand dollars to a charity, or work in a soup kitchen, or volunteer at a hospital if he'll help me get out of this thing before Bella comes upstairs.
Taking a deep breath through my nose, I then blow it out through my mouth, trying to calm myself down. It doesn't really help so I do it again, and then one more time.
It's not working, but my vision seems to have returned to normal, and I think I can hear her climbing the stairs. She's tiny and all, but when she walks she sometimes sounds like an elephant.
I don't know what to do, and my elephant-stepping girlfriend is getting closer. My eyes scan the top of the vanity so fast, it almost hurts because I'm still dizzy as I look for something to saw my way out of this fucking torture device. Why the hell would anyone wear this?
All I can find is a nail file – that won't work; I don't have time to saw my way out… she's getting closer. She's talking, telling me about her day… I think. I'm not really sure because I'm not focused on what she's saying, so I answer with an "Uh huh," and "Oh yeah?" My voice sounds high in my ears as I wipe the gloss of my lips with the back of my hand.
I pull one of the drawers open with a lot of force, the contents inside rattle loudly, and she asks if everything is okay.
"Yeah, fine!" I answer, sounding probably a little too curt. I don't mean to, but I can't help it. I'm fucking panicking.
Something shiny catches my eye – it's a pair of tiny scissors. The handle of the bathroom door begins to move, followed by a soft knock.
"Edward? Can I come in? I missed you today, baby." Her voice is low and soft when she says she missed me.
Oh fuck… she's horny. Whenever Bella sounds like that she wants sex. Any other time would be fine, but not now. Please, God, not now. Speaking of God, I think he must think this is pretty fucking funny right now because clearly he is not going to take me up on my offer as Bella is right outside the door, and she's horny. That girl is fucking relentless when she wants sex, and I think that's one of the reasons why I love her so much.
"Um, no, babe. It's… uh… no!" My voice is shaky, and it's apparent there's something very wrong.
Bella bangs on the door a little harder - she's obviously concerned as she asks if she can come in.
Ha ha, you're SO funny. I silently say to the big guy upstairs, but then I think I better not fuck with him… lightning and all that.
"No! You can't come in!"
"Oh," she says quietly. Dammit, I think her feelings are hurt, and I promise myself I'll make this up to her later.
My heart is beating really fast, and I close my eyes, taking another calming breath through my nose, then blowing it out of my mouth. "I'll be out in a sec." Tilting my head toward the door, I can hear her elephant-steps grow quieter.
My hands are shaky as I pick up the tiny scissors, wondering what exactly the purpose of these tiny scissors are, and quickly reach around to cut one of the laces.
"Motherfucker!" Evidently, I'm not as coordinated as I thought because I've just stabbed myself in the back.
I think I'm bleeding, and it sounds like there's a herd running toward the bathroom door. Bella jiggles the handle while yelling for me to unlock it.
"No, everything's fine!" I'm trying really, really hard to sound and stay calm as I look at the small amount of blood on the tips of my fingers. I think I might need stitches.
Bella's yelling, I'm yelling, she's banging on the door while I'm cutting through the lace, and then suddenly the door flings open, slamming against the tub. I freeze, my mouth hanging open, and my arms are behind my back. I can feel blood slowly trickle down my back from the gash where I've stabbed myself, but the lace is also cut, and the corset loosens immediately. I take in a deep, glorious breath, but I don't move... I can't.
Bella is also frozen, and her mouth is hanging open too. She closes it, then opens it again. She's not saying anything and neither am I. I don't know what to say. Bella tilts her head to the side, and I watch her eyes travel down toward Willy and then back up again. She looks at me, and she's clearly confused.
She takes a deep breath as her brow furrows – it forms this really cute 'v' - but she doesn't let it out. She just stands there, staring at me for what feels like minutes and then hours. I swallow audibly and grimace - my ribs are sore and my wound stings.
"Wh-... er... why are you... um." Bella chews the inside of her cheek and then squints, looking at my face. "You're wearing blush." She says this very matter of fact-like yet says nothing about the corset or her underwear. I wonder if she's in shock or simply ignoring the possibility that her boyfriend is a transvestite.
I have to come up with something quickly. Different explanations are running through my head like I'm drunk or sleepwalking, but I don't want to lie. I don't want to tell her that I was just bored and curious either. She's usually pretty laid-back about things though, so for a second I think she might think this is funny, but then again she might not.
As I straighten, I toss the tiny death blades onto the vanity and let my hands fall to my sides, and it feels so good to be able to breathe again. "Yeah. The costume party is tonight, remember?" Shit. I clench my eyes shut, realizing what I've just done. There's no way in hell I'm leaving the house like this. "I mean-"
"Oh my god! You're bleeding!" she screeches, looking over my shoulder into the mirror. Bella runs toward me, her bare feet slapping loudly against the ceramic tile floor, and grabs my shoulders to spin me around. "What did you do?" She shivers then blinks a few times, and I wonder if there's something wrong with her – maybe she's not feeling well or something. I'm not sure, but it's weird.
I look in the mirror, completely mortified by my reflection, and my head falls. I'm still shocked she hasn't said anything, but then I notice my whale jizz on the sink, the cabinet, and the floor.
"I cut myself," I admit, trying to block her view of the jizz with my body. It wouldn't be that noticeable if we picked out the white cabinets I wanted in the first place, but no, she wanted the blonde wood. My come is plainly visible, and it's starting to gross me out a little.
Bella grabs a washcloth from towel rack and turns on the water in the second sink to soak the cloth as I angle my body so she can't see the mess I've made.
"Yeah, I can see that."
I flinch as she presses the cold washcloth against my deep gash, and I'm still amazed that she hasn't said anything about my attire. "How bad is it?" I ask, bracing myself for the worst. I really don't want to go to the emergency room for stitches - it takes for-fucking-ever.
"You're fine, baby, it's just a little scratch. Nothing a Band-aid won't fix." Bella reaches toward the medicine cabinet, and as she does, she presses her boobs into my back and puts her hand on my hip, slipping her fingers inside the hem of the panties.
I cock an eyebrow, looking at her reflection in the mirror. She's smiling, biting her bottom lip.
"So, uh… no stitches?" I ask. I'm having a hard time believing it's not more serious than needing a Band-aid, and if she wants sex, I need to be sure I'm not going to gush blood all over the place.
For a second, I've forgotten how I'm dressed, but then she reminds me. "No," she answers and kisses my shoulder blade. "Do these feel good?" Bella's fingers are still inside the hem as she glides them toward my ass. She gives the underwear a quick tug, and they ride up my crack a little more.
"What? Does what feel good?" I know what she's talking about, but I'm still not prepared to give explanations.
"My panties, silly. Does Willy like them?" She's all breathy now, and Willy twitches at the mention of his name - like a dog being woken up from a nap.
"I do." Bella slips her other hand on my crotch and begins to rub. "I need you, baby. I need you right now."
What the hell has gotten into her? I don't mind; in fact, I'm getting really hard, but this is not what I expected at all, and I think my girlfriend might be a little freaky. Not freaky in a bad way, but she likes this kind of shit and wants to get her freak on.
I'm really okay with this.
"What do you want?" I ask in a low, seductive voice and turn around. Bella hooks her fingers into the hem and leads me as she walks backwards toward the bed. I look down at the corset and back up again. She softly gasps, then smiles.
What the hell?
I'm not going to question her strange behavior because I'm really turned on by it. Her face is flushed, and she pulls her shirt over her head. As I reach behind me to unlace the corset, Bella quickly shakes her head, unhooking her bra and throwing it at me.
"Leave it on," she commands. Okay, yeah… my elephant-stepping baby likes the freak.
Bella unbuttons her pants like she's in some kind of race, shoving them, along with her panties, down around her ankles and kicks them to the side. She starts making these small moaning sounds as she sits on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs.
"Are you… hungry?" she asks all raspy, gripping the blanket so tightly her knuckles are white.
Willy is struggling to free himself from the underwear, so I pull him out and give him a little stroke before I drop to my knees in front of Vanessa. "Are you all right?" Bella's really hot right now – fucking sexy as hell hot – but she's starting to worry me.
"Mm hmm… just, please Edward," she squeaks. Her hips are already moving, and I haven't even started yet. Clearly she needs me to get her off like right now, and I know that feeling, so I start to circle her clit with my thumb.
Christ, she's so fucking wet, and I'm convinced I need to buy a corset in my size.
"Yeah, baby. I'm hungry," I say.
Bella leans back on her elbows, arching her back and pinching her nipples. I think my dick has just grown another inch or two as she puts her thighs on my shoulders and moans.
I've never seen her like this before, and I fucking like it… a lot.
Just as my mouth touches her pussy, she thrusts her hips toward my face. I suck and lick the way I know she likes, and she's groaning as she grapples with the comforter. I moan into Vanessa – I need to tell her I've named it – because she goes nuts from the vibration as I suck her clit and then slip my fingers inside.
Something's wrong. Something is definitely wrong because the tips of my fingers are touching an object that was not there before.
Bella starts to writhe under my mouth, and she grabs the sides of my head, holding me in place as she comes. I pull my fingers out because I'm a little disturbed by what might be up there, but she's got a death grip on my head, and I'm afraid if I pull back I'll lose some of my hair.
"Oh god! Fuck… fuck… fuck," she yells. She's never come so fast before; her body is jerking and shuddering under my mouth. I'd like to think I have a magic tongue and exceptional sucking abilities that would go hand in hand with my whale-power coming talents, but for some reason, I don't think that's the case.
She flops back on the bed, finally releasing my head, panting. I'm both turned on and bothered at the moment.
I lean back on my ankles, wiping my mouth, and look at her. Her eyes are closed, and she has this sly smile on her face. My dick is throbbing because it wants inside Vanessa badly, but I need to know what is in Vanessa before I let him go in there.
"Babe?" I ask, trying to sound casual.
"God, that was sooo good."
"Yeah, thanks, but-"
Bella sits up, biting her lip as she slides her hand between her legs. She has a really coy look on her face, and then she slips her fingers inside of herself.
I'm totally baffled by what the hell is going on right now, and I can't speak, and my eyes are huge as I watch her pull out two metal balls by a string. They're clanging together as she holds the string between her thumb and forefinger.
"They're ben wa balls." She says this like I'm supposed to know what that means. I cock my head, staring at them. They look like one of those perpetual motion ball things people have on their desks for relaxation.
Bella rolls her eyes. "I bought some toys for us today."
My face lights up immediately. "You did?" She nods, smiling. She's so damn cute when she gets excited over something. But then my mind shifts, and I wonder if it was the things she had inside her that made her so horny and not the corset. I don't know why, but I'm a little disappointed because if that's true, then my talents and abilities might not be what I thought they were.
"What's wrong?" she asks.
"I don't know. I just thought…" I shrug, looking down at the corset. I really should be excited to see what kind of toys she got, but I'm suddenly feeling a little insecure and emo.
"You thought what? Tell me." Bella slides off the bed and onto my lap. My cock is still hard as a rock, and she sinks down on top of me. She's so wet and warm and tight, and this is so much better than jacking off in the bathroom earlier. "Did you think I didn't like what you did for me?"
I look at her, my jaw slacks, and she's holding on to my shoulders as she moves her hips up and down. "Because I do."
Fuck. She thinks this was all a plan. This is good… my baby is most definitely a freak.
I grab her hips, guiding her up and down. "Do you?" I ask and lean in to kiss and lick her neck.
I move her faster her boobs are jiggling in my face, and I'm ignoring the cramp that's searing through my calf. That pain is nothing like what I felt earlier during my panic attack and then the stabbing, and now I think I can handle just about anything.
My god, she feels good, and I have a whole new respect for her. Not because of the kink, well, maybe a little, but mostly because she's just… fucking spectacular.
"Oh shit," I yell. My eyes are clenched, and everything tightens again. "Fuck, Bella." She's grinding and bouncing and grinding… it's so good. I can't think straight.
I'm seeing white stars behind my eyelids – Bella's mouth is on my neck, and she's licking and blowing on my skin. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I love her. Fuck.
"Come, Edward," she whispers. Her voice is so seductive, and I do. I come right then and there. It's the way she talks and her pussy – she's got some magical talent too.
I think with her magical pussy and my exceptional abilities, we should consider Vegas. Okay, no, that's stupid, but I'm just really gone right now. I'm spent, and I can't think straight.
A few moments pass, and we've moved onto the bed, both of us are relaxed and enjoying each other before we have to get ready for the party. Bella is lying in my arms, I'm starting to doze off, and I think she might be too.
She drapes her leg over mine and tilts her head back. "Sweetie?"
"You weren't thinking about wearing my corset to the party were you?"
"No." I'm almost afraid to ask - no, I am afraid to ask, but I do anyway. "Why?"
"Well, you… um… don't get mad, okay?"
"Promise?" she asks.
"You kind of look like a transvestite hooker."
And this is why I love my elephant-stepping freak of a girlfriend.
Hope you liked it. There may or may not be more adventures for Edward and Willy – it depends on time, and I need to update Hints of Me! Sncmom, askthemagic8ball, and I discussed other fun adventures like: Edward and Willy go to the Zoo, Edward and Willy Have a Disagreement, Edward and Willy go to the Farmers Market, and Edward and Willy Get Arrested for Indecent Exposure, Edward and Willy Meet Vanessa…
Let me know if you'd like to see more. Thanks for reading.