1 comments/ 45142 views/ 3 favorites My Exploration By: moonstormer At your urging, I decided to go shopping at the toy shop. No, not for games or toys for children, but adult toys. I had a vibrator, but it was on the verge of death, and it was time to upgrade anyway. I was a bit unsure of what I wanted, but I decided to just wander around and see what appealed to me. The first thing my eyes fell upon in the store was Tarzan. Okay, so he didn't come in jungle camo or a loin cloth, but this was a vibrator that looked like it could make you scream like him. The long shaft with rotating beads and monkey-shaped clit stimulator were what I had been looking for, but the added bonus was the third 'arm' of the vibrator, an anal tickler. While anal sex had played a part in my fantasy life, I had not really experimented with it in reality. I pulled Tarzan off the shelf, but for some reason I decided to keep browsing. Soon, I happened upon some really nice glass pieces. They were not as big as the vibrator, shorter and more slender, but had beads and other small shapes sticking out of them. I had read about glass toys, that they were easy to clean (and often dishwasher safe) and also could be made warm or cold. I thought this could be fun, and decided to buy one of these as well. As I brought my purchases to the counter, I realized that I had picked the most feminine colors, a purple Tarzan and a pink glass piece; those would not usually be my color choices, but somehow it seemed appropriate for my new toys. I came home and called you, wanting to share my joy with these purchases. We talked, and I put fresh batteries into the vibrator, pulling both of them out of their boxes so that I could get a better sense of them. We had often talked while I used my old BOB (Battery Operated Boyfriend), and it soon became clear that you wanted to do this again. The conversation became increasingly naughty, as you told me what you wanted to do to me when you came over in the evening. I felt myself getting wet, and knew that it was time to test drive my new purchases. You gave me the instructions. First, I inserted the long shaft of Tarzan into my juicy cunt, just to have that full sensation. Hearing my groan as it slid into me, you then told me to turn on the clit stimulator on the low setting. My breathing came more quickly now, as pleasure started to build. I wanted to turn up the settings, but you told me not to, wanting to draw out my sensations. Not allowed to do this, I decided to take other actions, getting myself more comfortable by completely removing my booty shorts instead of just having them pulled aside, and taking my sweater off as well. Pulling one of my breasts out of my bra, I started toying with my nipple, arousing myself that much more. You could hear my moans increase, and asked me what I was doing, but allowed me to continue with such fondling, as long as I didn't play with my lower parts. My pleasure was growing, and soon I started to beg for more. I could almost hear your smile as you told me that it was too bad, you weren't ready for me to climax yet. As my hips bucked, wanting more, I started to tell you how much I wanted your cock inside me, that I wanted to have you in my mouth at the same time. A quiet groan escaped your lips, and when I pleaded again to please be allowed to have more stimulation, to please be allowed to orgasm, you finally relented, telling me to put all the settings on full blast, both the vibration and the shaft spinning. With the onslaught of all that, I was quickly brought to the brink of my pleasure, and you allowed me to come. The waves of sensation washed over me, and I was moaning loudly into the phone as I finally got that release. As I was recovering, you ordered me to keep Tarzan working at full blast, that you wanted me to stay as aroused as possible. It was difficult for me to keep the conversation going as my breath came in short gasps and my speech was often mingled with moans. Soon, you brought up the topic of the other toy. I realized that while the anal tickler was working with Tarzan, your mentioning of the glass piece did excite me even more. You told me to run it under warm water and work some soap on it so that it was slippery. I did this, which was rather difficult as walking in my present state while holding the phone and keeping the vibrator inside my well lubricated pussy was a feat born of determination rather than gracefulness. When I had finished this task, you ordered me to bend over the arm of the couch, my ass straight up in the air. I was allowed to circle the tip of the glass piece around my rear entry, but nothing more. The sensation was so different, and made me feel so naughty. I felt like I was doing something so taboo, and I found that I liked it. My moans increased, and I soon put you on my speaker phone so that I could use both hands to keep the toys in place. You could hear in my voice that I was close to orgasm again, and gave me my instructions for what I should do. I felt my eyes grow wide, but I knew that I would do just what you said. My pleasure built, and soon I could feel my climax upon me. Moaning as I started to come, I cried out, pushing the glass piece completely inside my tight hole in one thrust. Your told me to keep the vibrator going, and to slowly pump the glass piece in and out of my tight orifice. I moaned and cried out, telling you that it hurt, but in a way I liked. It was difficult to move the glass piece at first because of how tightly my muscle was squeezing it and the added sensation of the small bead-like bumps on the surface, but soon I was able to thrust it in and out of my entry. My moans were growing once again, as my pleasure at feeling so full was building. You asked me if I still wanted you in my mouth. I almost came just as the thought, and started telling you how I wanted you there to fill my third hole, that I wanted to feel your cock against my tongue, knowing that it made you hard to see me using my body in this way, and to help in the abuse. I heard you groan once again, but this time you didn't respond in any other way. Just as I was about to ask if you were still on the phone, I felt a hand grab me by the hair; you had let yourself in without my hearing you and now you stood before me, your massive shaft pointing directly at me as you pulled my head back to look up at you. "Are you sure?" you asked me, and all I could manage was a nod before you thrust your cock into my willing mouth. You ordered me to keep using the toys, that you would take care of yourself. And with that, you kept a first grip on my head, forcing me to bob up and down on your throbbing rod as I fucked myself with my toys. You gave me permission to have as many orgasms as possible, and I felt myself being constantly inundated with pleasure. Finally, you told me to stop playing with the toys, but to leave them inside me, and instead to focus my attention on your pleasure. My hands went expertly to work, massaging your balls while stroking your shaft and at the same time continuing to suck you and bob up and down. Your hips bucked, and more moans escaped your lips, so I knew it was what you wanted. All of a sudden, you pulled away from my ministrations and moved around to behind me. Pulling out the still whirring vibrator, you thrust yourself deep into my sopping wet cunt. I moaned loudly and pushed back against you, wanting you deep inside me. As you started to pump my desperate pussy, you also grabbed hold of the glass piece, fucking my ass with it at the same time. You could feel my muscles squeezing tight as I had one climax after another, overwhelmed by the sensation. After what felt like both only seconds, and an eternity, you pulled out of my greedy cunt, and also pulled out the pink glass dildo. I cried out in a mixture of emptiness and pain. I started to rear up to complain, but you held me in place. I felt your cock, slick with my juices, press up against my other orifice. Squealing with pain, I told you that you were too big, that it wouldn't fit. But you held me down, and in one smooth stroke, pushed deep inside me. At first I cried out, but as you started to move inside me, I felt my body respond, and within moments was on the brink of orgasm yet again. As I came, my sphincter tightened around your shaft, and I heard you groan as my muscles started to milk the cum out of your tool. With a finally grunt, the thrust deep inside me, filling me with your hot fluids. You collapsed on top of me and we were still for a while, recovering from our experience. Eventually, I managed to maneuver myself so that I could kiss you. Our lips brushed against each other gently, followed by our tongues slowly probing each other's mouths. When I finally pulled away from our kiss, I looked you in the eyes, saying, "Hey handsome. How was your day? Work alright?" My Exploration No. 01 It had started a few weeks before when he came to work in the hospital. I saw him briefly in the corridor and I just knew he was the one I needed. It had been so long. I'd had the flings, the short term relationships, the lingering holiday romances. Now I just wanted sex, animalistic, naughty, dangerous sex. And I could see in him that he was going to be able to give me what I wanted. That first day I could feel it deep inside me, gnawing away at me. Longing. I made a detour so I could see him working on his ward before I went home, to fix his face and body in my mind. And I got in my car and started the drive home. It was hot, and the drive takes me down a country lane and through a park. I deliberately work a long way from home, so that my sexual proclivities never impact on work. A doctor needs to be above reproach - and if my patients knew what I was really like... I had to pull over. The lake was glinting in the evening sun, and I couldn't get him out of my head. I pulled up and started to take my usual route around the lake. I often did this to ease away the tensions of the day and see that life was not just a hospital ward and sick patients. As I wandered I noticed a pick up truck parked on the other side. I moved into the darker shadows and drew closer. I heard them first, that catching in the throat breathing and guttural moans. Something sounded good. It had been a dreadfully busy day at work and this kind of "light relief" was just what I needed. I moved closer until I could see a tartan rug on the grass beside the car. There were three of them. A woman, about 24, great tits and a generous ass. She was lying on the ground eyes closed, as they were working on her. Two men, both dark and tanned, fully clothed, hands moving over her body intently concentrating on her. They were dipping and sucking her nipples together while she writhed gently against them, lifting her pelvis towards them as they ignored her moans and lightly caressed her face, her lips, her neck, her breasts. God but they were good at sucking her nipples. Gently flicking their tongues against them, occasionally she moaned louder as one of them grazed her nipple with his teeth. My nipples were hard as hell. My hands drawn to them, a hand inside my blouse gently stroking through the lace of my bra. My mouth was dry. Heart racing. One of the men sat back kneeling up and staring intently at the other. It seemed to be a sign that they were moving on to other things. He undid his fly and pulled down his jeans, his erect cock was straining against his boxer shorts. She sat up then and stroked his crotch reverentially. Gradually she lifted off his t-shirt and started to suck his nipples as the other man quickly removed all of his clothes revealing a cock that was so impressive in girth that I gasped. He turned in my direction and I stood paralysed in fear that he'd see me. I couldn't believe it - it was him, the man I'd seen at the hospital, the man I wanted. I could feel myself getting moist as I watched him turn his attention back to the naked girl in front of him. She was on all fours, taking his friends long hard cock in her mouth, slowly deliberately licking the shaft from root to tip and circling the glans with just the tip of her tongue allowing her saliva to glisten in the evening light. One hand was gently stroking his balls, and he had his hand cupping around her head drawing her onto him. My "hospital man" was watching this intently, and as she started to take his friend deeper into her throat and move more vigorously he moved to put his hands on her ass. Gently squeezing the globes at first as she was pleasuring his friend, then moving his hand slowly down to her pussy. I saw him stroke it, pull his hand back, looking at it in the half light, seeing it wet and then licking his fingers deliberately. I had to touch myself. I pulled my kickers to one side and stroked as he had done, pulling out my wet fingers and tasting how horny I was. God it was good, I love to taste myself, and I imagined my fingers were his fingers. He now was bending forwards, head near her ass, as she was getting more and more into sucking off his friend, deeper and more rhythmic movements. His mouth was close to her and as he got near she must have felt his breath on her wet pussy, because she squirmed backwards so he was against her. I saw his tongue slowly lick the length of her from her clit to her asshole. God I wanted him to do that to me. Gently he parted her pussy lips with his tongue and I saw him use a finger to probe just lightly inside. She forced herself back on his hand and tongue, needing him inside her, but he wasn't being dictated to. She had a job to do on his friend and he was just going to take his time. Another finger went in and he started to frig her, gradually speeding up his rhythm, while his tongue moved languidly around her asshole. Now, I'm an adventurous girl, and I love anal sex, but I've never been licked there. I moved my hand so one of my fingers was stroking my puckered entrance while another was inside myself, hooked forwards to rub on that extra sensitive part I have. God he was good with his tongue, and after teasing her for a while I saw it penetrate her ass. I think I moaned. His friend's eyes opened and looked in my direction but his attention was focused on the historic blow job he was getting. I could see he was getting close. He didn't see me. He let out a long moan and pulled out of her mouth. He lay on the rug, cock throbbing hard and erect, and she slowly lowered herself onto it, moving her hips gently and first then grinding down harder. Both of them were breathing faster now. The object of my lust moved over her, now probing her ass with his finger as she rode his friend. I knew what was going to happen. I've longed for this to happen to me. And I knew that now I'd met him, even from a distance, it WAS going to happen. Slowly he bent her forwards over his friend, him still inside her, and after stroking himself a couple of times he placed his glans against her ass. They stopped moving. She moaned again, in desperation to be full. My thumb was moving faster against my clit, two fingers inside me and one just stroking my puckered ass. Gradually he entered her ass from behind, his friend still inside her pussy. He moved slowly at first, until he was half in, and then she started to move against the two of them, moaning more. God it looked fantastic, two men, two holes, both full, and both men aware of feeling each other while they fucked her. She started to move faster and her moaning got louder. I slipped a finger in my ass and started to grind in time with them against my hand I needed to be filled like she was. He was pumping hard into her ass now, his beautiful body moving against hers while she moved on top of his friend. It wasn't going to take long, and I was on the brink, my breath catching in my throat as I started to shudder with my first orgasm. My fingers still moving fast and hard. Suddenly he pulled out and started wanking hard, that beautiful cock, in his fabulous hand, I wanted so much to be holding it. I had to keep my eyes open, I wanted to see him cum. But I was having the most amazing orgasm and desperately wanted to let myself go, I dropped to my knees so I didn't have to rely on my legs holding me up, my hand still moving against me, slick and wet and horny and swollen. His pelvis jack-knifed and I saw it, wonderful white cum spurting from him onto her back, she started grinding harder and I knew she was cumming too, as was the man deep in her pussy. It was spectacular. I had to pull my hand away, it felt too good. I needed to get away. I couldn't possibly be caught. I hurried to my car and drove home. When I got there I poured a glass of wine and started to run a bath - that was one way to relieve a stressful day! Just as I was naked and getting in the bath my beeper went. A message on it merely said, "You enjoyed it then?" I knew good things were going to happen. My Exploration No. 02 I stepped slowly out of the bath, foam gently sliding down my body as I stood and squeezed the water out of my hair. I couldn't get him out of my mind. Seeing him in the woods by the lake and then the BEEPER message! I knew it was risky to watch someone from such close proximity but I had had to stay. Something was drawing me towards this man. Gingerly stepping out of the bath onto the cold marble floor I wrapped a towel around my body, clean but cold, nipples hardening in the chill. I moved through to the kitchen and poured another glass of Semillon. It was time for bed, I had a very early round to do in the morning and some of my patients were really very ill. Dimming the lights I walked through my apartment to the bedroom. Throwing the towel over my leather chaise I slipped between cool Egyptian cotton sheets, only the best, always the best. I love that feeling, cool crisp cotton against my skin, my nipples teased by the sheet. Cool pillow against my cheek, soft feathers moulding against my cheekbone, comforting me. I couldn't concentrate on visualising tomorrow's work, as I usually do before I fall asleep. All I could see was him, naked, cock in hand, cumming on her. Over and over, I saw those images. I could feel my nipples hardening more. My vulva swelling with excitement. God he made me so hot! I licked my lips and lay back, hand gently running across my nipple, just lightly brushing against it, tantalising. I have great tits. Big, pert, with really active nipples, sometimes they get so hard for so long that they hurt. I traced the curve of my right breast from my lateral chest down to where they meet. I love it when men rub themselves in my cleavage - feels so good, and I can watch them cum on me. Now both hands were working on my breasts, stroking, moulding, soothing. I lifted one towards me and licked the nipple. Felt so good, the saliva cooling in the air. I started to feel the wetness. Rubbing one thigh against the other, almost squirming with excitement. One hand snaked down my stomach and swooped into my bellybutton, so sensitive there, and I wanted this to last, those images in my head playing over and over like a film on a loop. One hand working on my breast, now squeezing harder, I licked my lips again and arched my head back against the pillow, fully stretched out like a cat on a sunny porch. The other hand now gently stroking my thigh. BEEP BEEP BEEP Fuck fuck fuck. Fucking hospital. Bleepus Interruptus. Dammit. Dragging myself back to reality I turned in bed and put the side lamp on. Picking up the beeper it was one of the wards that one of my really sick patients was on. I called the number. "Mr Jones is much worse", said the nurse. "Worse HOW?" I said in a clipped voice. Bloody nurses, never give you the facts! "Oh his BP has dropped to 94/60 and his breathing is really shallow. His wife is asking for you." "Shit, erm sorry, I'll be right in, get the obs done again and can you do an ECG?" Buggeration! Never even get a chance to masturbate these days! Sex was the last thing on my mind as I dressed and drove quickly in to work, it was midnight and Mr Jones had been really sick for a long time. He was one of those patients that you really identify with, kind, friendly, a real sense of himself. And his wife depended on him utterly. We all knew he was going to die, it was just a matter of when, and I was sure he wasn't ready for it to be now. I got to the Hospital, parked the car and half jogged up to the ward. There were no nurses there. I guessed they would be in the room with Mr Jones, but the lights were dimmed and even his wife wasn't there. Odd. I checked the monitor by his bed and the readings were stable, there was no new ECG to read. Stormed back to the nurses station to cause havoc - how dare they call me in when there was actually nothing wrong with the patient at all. Eventually one of the more sensible nurses came down from another room. "What the hell is going on?" "What do you mean, Doctor?" she said looking bemused. "I was called in to see Mr Jones and he's fine - this is ridiculous!" "Not me, I've been with Mr O'Leary in Room 3 changing his dressings, and Sue the Bank Nurse wouldn't have phoned - she doesn't know how the system works to phone a Dr on Call." "Well someone bloody phoned me", I waved my pager under her nose so she could see the number. She shrugged her shoulders and mumbled an apology. I was in a foul mood as I stomped back to the lift. How dare someone call me in FROM HOME when there was nothing going on. Someone was going to be shat on from a great height. I jabbed the button a few times and eventually the door opened. I just wanted to go home. Stepping into the lift I noticed that the zip on my boot was coming down, I bent forward to zip it up and as I did someone jumped into the lift just as the door closed. I stood up and said "Ground floor pl...." Couldn't finish the word. It was him. He looked at me and smiled warmly. "Hi, honey" "Erm, hello. Ground floor please" Quickly regaining my composure I had to remain the calm, sensible type. My reputation at work depended on it. As we were moving down the floors he moved closer. God I could feel my hairs standing on end. My heart lurched and that sudden warmness in my lower belly. "Had a good day?" "Oh erm, yes, really busy actually. Just got called in for no reason though." "Ahhh," he said. "Mr Jones?" With that he pressed the stop button. And the lift shuddered to a halt. "What?" I said with incredulity. "You............" He moved towards me, cupping my jaw with his hand, gently holding my face, gazing intently at my face. I couldn't speak. I felt hypnotised by him. Wanted him so much. He moved me back until I was pressing my back against the cold metal of the lift. I shivered with the sudden change in temperature. He gazed down and saw my nipples hardening through my organza shirt. A naughty grin came over his face. "Are those for me?" Without an answer his mouth was there, sucking through the fabric, his tongue lapping and swirling, while his thumb gently eased its way into my mouth. My neck extended back, to give him the best view of my heaving breasts, and I began to suck on his thumb, it grazed against my teeth as I used my cheek muscles expertly. His palm cupping my jaw and his fingers caressing my neck. One knee rubbed against my leg and I could feel him pushing my thighs apart. God he was good. Suddenly I heard a bell and a reedy voice came through the speaker on the wall of the lift "This is Security, is there a problem in that lift?" "Nope, we are just fine thanks" he said. Turning to me, he said, "Let's go somewhere else." And pressed a button. I was speechless. Couldn't believe it was happening. I was also still bloody annoyed about the false emergency call, but this was definitely making up for it. He took me by the hand and led me out of the lift and down a corridor, the lights were dimmed, this was one of the wards they had closed down a few months ago to save money. He lead me to the end of the ward, to one of the side rooms. The rooms were still furnished, the moonlight was coming in through the window casting shadows on the bed. He whirled me round and looked at me. I felt like a teenager, awkward and coy. I nibbled my lower lip, as I do when I'm nervous. I wanted him so much and usually I'm sexually voracious. I just didn't want to fuck this up. He smiled and moved to the buttons of my shirt. Slowly undoing them, while looking deep into my eyes. I wasn't afraid of him, or the sex but I was terrified of what this man was doing to my head. I don't fall for men. I just don't. But something was happening here that wasn't just a quick fumble in a closed ward. This was really serious. I moved my hand to his chest and felt his heart through his scrubs. It was racing. I knew he felt it too. My shirt was slowly peeled back to reveal my breasts. I hadn't worn a bra, needed to get to work fast to deal with the emergency-that-wasn't. My nipples were so hard, pointing up at him slightly. He looked at me his lips slightly apart. I knew he liked what he saw. Like a sculptor he traced the shape of my breasts, running his thumbs over the nipples, memorising their shape, texture, the soft skin pliant against his hands. His mouth came close and he gently blew on my left nipple as he tweaked the right. My head tipped back and I moaned. He knew just what to do do get me hot. I rubbed my thighs together, so swollen and wet now, my hands in his hair, holding his mouth to me, letting him lap and suck and tease. I wanted him. I dragged his face up to mine and kissed him, starting gently, nibbling his lower lip with my teeth, sucking on it, slowly using my tongue to trace the shape of him, then darting it in quickly. His hands in my hair, holding my head tight to him. Both of us breathing heavily now. I moved him closer to the wall and leant him against it. My hands roaming freely now, as he occasionally stroked my face or my breasts. I lifted his top off and started to run my hands over his body. Tall, great shoulders, beautiful neck, and those abs! My mouth over his nipple, sucking, his breath coming in gasps now. My hand moved lower over the scrubs. I could feel him through the thin green cotton. I knew he was big, I'd seen him that afternoon. But now, closer, he was incredible. Hard and long, and the girth? Wow. I couldn't help myself, had to look properly. I pulled the trousers down, he had no underwear on, and it sprang forth, hard, hot and ready. It was beautiful. I have always loved cocks, but his was utterly beautiful. Long, symmetrical, hard, velvety glans, I gently took him in my mouth. slowly at first, tentatively. I wanted to please him, but the first time, not knowing anything about his likes and dislikes, is always more difficult. My hand was on his balls, stroking them softly, allowing my nails to lightly scratch the skin for a more interesting sensation. Licking from root to tip I could see it twitching, he was loving it. Deeper strokes now, deep into my throat, he started to move against me, holding my head in one hand as he thrust into me. I wanted to taste him, to feel him cum in my mouth so I could have his essence inside me. His breath caught in his throat. He stopped. Pulled out of my mouth, pulled me upright and then picked me up and carried me to the bed. I still had my skirt on, he pulled it down, leaving me ina G-string and my knee high boots. "I think these can stay on," he said tapping the leather. He lifted my bottom off the bed and pulled down my already damp thong. I was so wet, wanton, wanting him. He eased my thighs apart and looked at me, properly, I could feel his breath on my thighs. Tempting me. I raised my hips towards him and he put a hand on my stomach and forced me down. "Slowly now, honey," he whispered. I couldn't stand it. After an eternity I felt his fingers part me more, moving my legs wide now, my inner thigh muscles straining, my feet up on the edge of the bed, the boots were high, making me look even more sexy. "Beautiful," he muttered, and his finger slowly traced my groin creases, and my inner thighs, soft skin over taut stretched thigh muscles. I felt him move, but I couldn't see him, and suddenly something deep inside me. My god it was his tongue, probing, licking, sucking, pushing deeper and deeper, rubbing against the walls, tasting me. He pulled out and started to work on my clit, lapping gently at first, licking from the opening of my vagina up to my clit, over and over and over, then changing tempo and flicking his tongue in a quick rhythm over my hardening clit. God it was good, my eyes were closed, fingers working on my tits, mouth dry, breathing faster, I could feel my orgasm building. Faster and faster he licked, two fingers, no three, inside me, jabbing hard as he sucked me. My hips began to move in synchrony with him, grinding against him, the heat building low in my pussy and coming up my body, my legs weakening. Suddenly he shoved a finger up my ass. I jack knifed against him. Everything working together, drawing all my energy to that central spot, so wet, so hot, throbbing, grinding, shaking now, the pulsing beginning deep within me, taking over me. I groaned loudly as I came. Vaginal walls working against his fingers, grabbing them and pulling them deeper inside, my hips moving fast against his face. He pulled away and moved up to me, smiling. Kissed me. I could taste myself. My breath still ragged, heart pounding, as he slid his hard cock into me, the end of my orgasm still there, gripping him. Slowly we moved together, looking at each other in the moonlight. We both knew something crazy was happening here. I hooked my legs around him, ankles crossed in the small of his back, high heels scraping his flesh as he started driving harder and deeper inside me. My arms around his shoulders, gripping him, bearing down on him, making him go deeper. His breathing more erratic now, me pushing up to meet him on ever stroke, heels digging in, he came quickly, shuddering, head buried in my neck, licking me as he emptied himself deep inside me. We lay there, panting, hot, still connected, not wanting it to end. The best, the absolute best I had ever had, and I had known that he would be from the moment I had seen him that morning. I didn't care about the difficulties, a work relationship was bad enough but a Senior Doctor and a male nurse? At that moment he could have been an axe murderer and I wouldn't have cared. All sensibility was lost. As we slowly dressed, occasionally stopping to kiss, or touch each other, we said nothing. There was no need for words. I was his. It was as simple as that. We walked to the lift and got back in heading for the ground floor. On the 4th floor someone got in. It was the girl I'd seen him fucking earlier by the lake. "Oh this is Sue, she's the bank nurse on your ward tonight," he said. She turned, looked at me, and winked. Now this was getting interesting.