0 comments/ 22277 views/ 1 favorites On The Bed By: ZacNeuman I am working at my computer. I am typing away getting some much needed work done at home, away from the office and all the distractions that befuddle me there. We have a small place, a one bedroom flat, so my computer is in the bedroom next to the bed. It’s cozy and out of the way in the living room and allows me a choice bit of privacy while I get my work done. Tonight is a long night, I’ve been at it for the past four hours and I’m starting to see cross-eyed. My spread sheets are starting to meld together and I am taking a lot of time sorting out the different formulas on each. I’m tired and I know this has to be done before the morning, but I just want to knock off for a bit and stretch. That’s when Ana comes in. She is a lovely, long legged woman with dark hair and a lean body. She’s tired too, and wants to get some sleep. “Do you mind if I just lay down a bit, I won’t bother you at work, I promise.” “Sure, go right ahead, I should be done before to long.” So as I am figuring out the sales forecast for nest year using an impossibly complicated formula and a host of data that would boggle anyone’s mind she is reading herself for bed. I am locked into a series of figures of per sku sales data on selected key indicators of the past three years, to get a variance factor for predicting the production need for the next two quarters. I have to stare at the figures a while before I recognize them as numbers and then just a bit longer to ask myself what to do with them. I rub my eyes from the strain and catch a glimpse of Ana as she walks into the room. She is wearing a near see through shirt long enough to be a mini skirt and it’s made of a lacy type of material. Through the holes in the weave you can see her skin and the curve of her breast and she isn’t wearing any panties. The dark, thick thatch of her pubic hair is hidden by the light veil of her evening wear. As she turns to brush her hair as she sits on the edge of the bed, I see the full curve of her ass, delicate and petite, as she carefully plants herself on the edge of the bed. Her hair is long, down to the lower back and she has it gathered over one shoulder as she is brushing it. “Yes,” she asks as she notices me staring at her? “Nothing,” I say, “Just watching you brush your hair.” She smiles at me, “How sweet”, she says, and continues to brush her hair. The spell is broken for a bit and I dive back into some of the key economic factors present in today’s economy and try to guess what the trend of sales will be in the next six months. This is time consuming work and it takes a lot of concentration. One mistake and you’ll have five times as many widgets as needed or worse, no widgets at all to sell. I hear the pages of a book she is reading being turned and I gaze at her for a moment. Her night shirt is riding far up on her and the hem is just below the pubic hair, yet I can count them from where I sit. The dark aureoles are visible through the night shirt and the slight pink coloring of her nipple show through. She doesn’t notice me staring at her beauty as she flips another page of her book. Again the spell is broken and I am back to estimating the raw material needs and staffing needs for next year. I hear her softly snore a bit and look to see she has fallen asleep with the book still in her hands. She is propped up against the head board with a few pillows behind he for comfort and her legs are spread wide apart and the night shirt is now above the pubic hair. The book she is reading is covering her womanhood just ever so slightly. Rising up I feel all my joints creak and pop and I stretch a bit. I carefully take the book from her hands and place it on the night table. Then I just look at her on the bed. She is breathing evenly and the slow rise and fall of her chest produces a mesmerizing effect as I watch her nipples move. Her dark hair fanned out about her face and shoulders and the dark black pubic hair gently rising above the hem of her night dress. I am through working for the night and I take of my shirt and pants. As I stand there in my boxers I debate what to do next. Then I remember that in the night table drawer is one of her play toys. I get an idea. I climb on to the bed next to her careful not to wake her up. I take the long dildo and gently move it along her inner thigh up to the dark triangle of hair and back down the other thigh, and back again. She moves ever so slightly in her sleep and she lets out a long exhale. When she breathes back in her chest seems to absorb all the available oxygen and her breast swell and fall with her breathing. She begins to move her hands toward her pussy and she begins to lightly caress her clitoris in her sleep. I hold the dildo just inside the reach of her free hand and she absently moves her hand against it and grabs it. I begin to play with her nipples through her night shirt and she slowly opens her eyes and looks at me with a lust I have never seen before. She moves her hand to touch my face and realizes that she has her dildo in her hand. She is momentarily confused and at that moment she realizes that she is rubbing herself and that she is very aroused. “May I join you,” I ask. She smiles a little and lets out a breath, “maybe in a few minutes”, she answers. She then begins to suck on the dildo while escalating her rubbing. With her own spit on the dildo she slides the tip of it between the lips of her pussy a few times and turns to me, “You like watching this don’t you?” “Very much,” I say, “but I still want to join in.” “Just wait a moment, honey I’ll let you know when it’s time.” She inserts the dildo into her just slightly and she begins to pull and rub her nipples and breasts. She closes her eyes and dips the dildo a little deeper into and out again. She flips between rubbing her breasts and her clitoris as she slides the dildo in and out of her, going the full length of the dildo. Her breathing is rapid and the heave of her chest is mighty. Her nipples are standing at attention and she is fully engaged. She slides the dildo hand around and under her leg for a better position and digs her heels into the bed spread with her knees up. She is moving the dildo faster now and she is wet, I can hear her wetness against the hardness of the dildo. The scent of her rises to my nostrils and I find that I am fully aroused. She stops for a moment and begins to tug at her night dress and I help her off with it and she, by way of thanks, slides her hand up and down my hardness before she resumes what she started. She gets into a squatting position and tells me to hold the dildo steady for her as she uses my back as her support. I do as she wishes and she begins to squat onto and off of the dildo while she is rubbing her clit. She is taking the dildo up to the hilt and I can feel her wet pubic hair as it touched my fist. She is fully aroused and making sounds with each squat she makes and she is moving faster and faster and faster. Until she squats onto the dildo and grinds herself onto it as she arches her back and claws into my back with her support hand. She bounces up and down on the dildo several more times before she comes to a rest again and grinds on it. She then releases a long exhale and moan at the same time and she looks at me with eyes that are cloudy with sex. “Now I might need you,” she says with a smile. She motions for me to take off my boxer shorts and she settles herself onto the bed, removing the dildo but keeping it close. “I want you to lick my pussy and work the dildo into my ass at the same time, while I suck you off,” she is all business and wants her way. The idea sounds good to me and we got started. We lay side to side facing each other, my head buried between her legs and she between mine. As I sucked and licked her I worked the dildo in and around her anus, wetting it with her own juices when I inserted it into her vagina. She took me in hand and licked the length of my shaft and sucked my balls and then she took as much of me into her mouth as humanly possible. I worked the dildo into her anus and she moaned loudly with a mouthful of me in her. I worked the dildo slowly at first so as not to hurt or rupture her and I heard her muffled cries as she greedily took me in. She wrapped her leg around my head as I sucked on her and she began to grind against the dildo. She was having trouble keeping up with my dick in her mouth so she took me out and, with her breathing in gasps, she rubbed my cock across her face, moaning loudly. She clamped her leg across my head and she vibrated with a powerful orgasm, pushing herself deep onto the dildo. I was tugging at her clit with my teeth. I was sitting on the edge of the bed and she lowered herself onto my dick and as I slid into her ass I could feel her muscles tighten around my rock hard shaft. As she raised and lowered herself onto me I used the dildo to insert into her fully wet pussy. She was screaming in pleasure and I thought she would burst a lung with the way she was breathing. She would lower herself onto me and grind while letting out a guttural noise and like a spring she would rise up pulling the skin on my cock tight and shooting pleasure through me like a knife. As she went up I would insert the dildo fully into her and as she came back down I would withdraw it. By the sounds she was making I could no longer tell if she was in a continuous orgasm or just reveling in pure lust. Either way we were on automatic pilot moving as if one together. She began to strain as she moved and it was time to change positions. She dismounted me and leaned onto the bed with her knees on the floor. I again entered her ass and began to pound her for all I was worth. She growled in pleasure and gripped the bedspread and pulled it toward her as I worked her. Each time I entered her to the hilt there was the sound of slapping flesh as I withdrew only to return seconds later. I think it was her that screamed first as the first hot stream of semen spewed forth into her anal cavity, then I let out a wail as more of my juices flowed forth. As I continued to pound her until I had drained myself, cum was seeping out of the sides of her anus and onto her wet pussy and down the sides of her legs and dripping from her pubic hair onto the floor. I came to rest in a heap on top of her, still inside of her barley able to breathe. She too was breathless and horse from her animal grunting and moaning. Both of us bathed in our own sweat. She pulled out from under me and got to the floor and took me into her mouth once again and sucked all the cum off my dick, and then just admired my shaft and her wetness and reveled in her own lust. We crawled back onto the bed and amidst the ruble of the bedspread and sheets we held each other close. When we were able to breathe normal again I laid onto my back feeling sated and high from our sex. I put my arm over my forehead and closed my eyes for a second and the next thing I know she is licking me hard again. “Now for round two,” she said as she took me whole into her mouth. Zjn 102402 On the Bedroom Floor **All characters in this story are over 18 years of age.** Get down on your knees. Down on the carpet. You know this floor well, in your childhood bedroom. Keep quiet now. I know what you would do in here, growing up. I know how you would leave dinner early to come up here. You would shut the door, climb into bed and pull the covers up to your chin, while underneath, unknown to anyone, you were exploring yourself, opening your legs to feel the moisture clinging to your swollen lips, the parts of your hidden from everyone, the parts you had not yet learned to name. Back then, this part of you was before language, was just sensation and feeling and oh god how you were surprised by all that slick syrupy wetness. You were taught mostly by brightly colored magazines, claiming they were for fashion advice and makeup tips, but that was just a cover. The feel of the slick paper and the smell of the perfume samples inside would make your heart beat just a little bit faster. You knew, as soon as you were alone, you would part their pages and delve into the tips and stories about sex. There you learned, there you found how to touch yourself, how to make your body shake and tremble and cry out in ways that had to be muffled because no one, no not anyone, especially no one in this house could ever, ever know what went on in this bedroom. Those magazines would pile up on this floor in piles, their glossy pages nearly dripping with secrets about the ways a women could be fucked. You tried to guard them by chasing any family members away from your room – "out, out, out!" Inside you were churning. Keep quiet now, and listen. No one will hear us. I know all about the experiments that went on in this room, how you angled your mirror so you could lay on the floor and watch yourself as you opened yourself up, so you could see your fingers dance across your shimmery slippery swollen little clit. You gasped and groaned and made quite unladylike noises, didn't you, my little slut? And you were desperate to know what it felt like to be taken, to be filled and fucked like a woman, like a whore, like a tramp. That desperation led to the clichés, the substitutes – the cucumber, the hairbrush, the anything that might fit, that might stand in for that warm, hard sensation that you ached for. And when you finally got it, when you were 20 and your hidden lips were fully, finally parted by someone else, it wasn't here. It could never be here, never at home. And it was rarely good, was it? All that passion and desire wasted on fumbling boys, too full of themselves to truly fill you, too afraid of themselves to risk really exposing you, to see you. It still amazes me that not one of them made you take your shirt off to revel in those luscious round tits, that are now dangling off of your chest, swollen and ripe, inches from the floor. This floor where you have laid spread, stark naked, where you have secretly writhed in pleasure, secretly squirmed with your hands in your cunt, but no one, not anyone has ever seen you here like that, and certainly not like this, with you knees on the ground and your ass in the air, your thighs slick with your own arousal here in your old bedroom. I know you used to parade around in outfits here, in lingerie you secretly bought with your own money. I know you used to imagine flaunting your body in front of a boyfriend or husband. You would buy skimpy, lacy little things and pretend when you wore then, that it meant you were about to be fucked. Now you wear those things for me. Now I make you show me every day which outfit you are wearing, just what you have put on to please your man, your husband, your master. Did you imagine that you would get inspected and scrutinized so closely? That your body that you kept so secret would belong so fully to another? Could you have imagined what it felt like to be possessed so fully, physically and emotionally? To give yourself over so fully to one man, to kneel on the ground at his word? Could you have imagined back then being commanded onto the floor, knowing it was because he wanted to fuck too hard, too passionately for the little bed to withstand without its springs screaming, loudly incriminating you? Perhaps your fertile mind could have imagined it, but it must be quite different feeling it now, as I take your fertile body. Your clothes are off now. The underwear I ordered you to wear has been torn off, almost silently, as I covered your mouth. You are naked on the floor, as you have been so many times before. But now you are not alone. My hands fit tightly around your breasts, squeezing and pulling, tugging at your hard nipples. I cannot get enough of them. I cannot get enough of you. My cock is at your entrance now. With one hand on your shoulders, I push your head down to the ground. You turn your head to feel the carpet rub against your check and temple. Your ass rises further in the air and my hands are on your hips. You are so wet that I slide easily inside. I piston into you, my hips colliding again and again against your backside. You once said you found this position degrading, to be mounted like an animal. Now you are moaning into the carpet as I fuck you, as I mate with you, as I breed you like a filly. Soon, my seed will coat your cunt, will drench you and drip out of you. Soon, because you are now mine, you will change for me. Your body will swell and grow large from this fucking, this breeding. My child will grow inside you. Your breasts, now bouncing wildly beneath you, will grow heavy and sore with milk. My cock erupts within you, you cry out, almost too loudly. My hand covers you mouth. I continue to pump into you, and you know that your secrets are now our secrets. You know that you, my wife, my fuckslave, my servant, my filly, will become the mother to my children. You know that this fucking has changed you. For now, though, you rest your head on the floor of your childhood, feel the carpet against your cheek and close your eyes. Listen to your breath come and go as quietly as the tide. On the Bike The knock on the hotel door sounds so loud in the empty room. Taking one last look in the mirror, I move towards the door, tucking a short strand of hair behind my ear. Hair braided, tank top and bra, jeans, and Harley boots complete my outfit...I hope it meets your approval. A nervous breath and I open the door to see you standing in the hallway, mischief lighting your eyes and curling your lips. I step back in invitation, and you follow me into the room, closing the door behind you, before pushing me against the wall, your lips descending to mine. The strength of your body and the gentleness of the kiss are a delicious blend I can't get enough of. Pushing you back I murmur, "Aren't we going to be late?" Your answer, while succinct and growly, makes me laugh, as you back away and pull me slowly to the door. Grabbing my helmet as we walk out, I'm excited about getting to ride with you. Nothing is sexier than a man on a bike...unless he's looking at you with hunger while escorting you to it. The night is warm, and you laugh at me as I pull the helmet on, but you know my stance on this. I may not wear the jacket, but always the helmet. You throw a leg over, looking over your shoulder as I scramble on behind you -- being short has its disadvantages. Feeling a little daring myself, I slide my hands into the arms of your vest, tickling both nipples before scraping my fingernails along your skin as I pull them back. I feel you inhale sharply, and grin to myself as I demurely slip my hands around your waist, and snuggle close against your back. The ride, as usual, is exhilarating. We take the back roads, where we can go a little faster, and worry less about cops. The party at the lake is in full swing by the time we get there, and people who know us well all call out a hearty, if ribald, greeting. I blush a little, but you just grin, and make everyone wonder. The night is young, and there is merriment to be had, good food, and conversation to be shared. Time flies...and we are having fun. Eventually, there are just a few people left. We all chat, then someone comes up with a brilliant idea -- skinny dipping! Bright smiles greet this suggestion, and we all head off down the beach. An enterprising soul has thoughtfully provided a few towels, and we use one to sit down and take our boots off. I hesitate, but the challenge in your eyes makes me stand up, and strip off bra and tank on one motion. I toss them on your head, and shimmy out of my jeans, laughing as you growl at me, mock threateningly. But that hunger is back in your eyes...and I'm sure it's shining in my own as well. I saunter towards the water, knowing you are watching me walk away, and I put an extra swing to my hips. The water is warm; it's been hot for weeks, with very little rain. I swim out a little, still a touch shy, and listen to the catcalls and hoots of our fellow party people. Not paying attention, I give a little gasp, as something brushes by me, until I realize it's you swimming by and reaching out to stroke my hip, ass, and ribs. Waiting for you, I grab your arm the next time, and drag you to the surface, laughing at the surprised expression on your face. I kick away, making sure to not catch anything that might be painful, and swim a little deeper. We all play for a while, or chat while basking in the water. Looking around, I realize we are the last two people in the water: everyone else has bailed, so it must be getting really late. Looking around, to ensure we are alone, I move closer, unable to see your expression. The moon has set, so it must be three or four in the morning. We are about shoulder deep on me, so standing on tiptoe to wind my arms around your neck means I am still safely under water, as far as my 'assets' are concerned. Your arms slide around my body, one hand tracing my spine, the other sliding along my hip to cup my ass, bringing me closer. My eyes close as I slide up to wrap my legs around your hips, and our lips meet again. Our tongues dance as our lips move, and I run my fingertips across your skull, igniting goose bumps across our skin. Knowing that this is not a good angle, and wanting to try something a little more adventurous, I pull away, then swim for the shore, knowing you'll follow. It takes you a moment to realize I am really leaving you there, and come after me. Gaining the shore, I scoop up my clothes and boots, and rush off toward the bike, laughter trailing softly behind me. The bike is sitting under a tree, looking sleek and dangerous. Dropping my clothes to the side, I climb on, stark naked and dripping wet, facing away from the handlebars. Straddling the seat, I lean back against the tank, and wait for you, grinning to myself. A thought occurs, and I wait, sure you'll scold for getting water all over the seat. I start to get off the bike, and your hand comes from slightly behind me, holding me in place. You don't speak, merely hold me there and run your eyes across the scene; me naked and glowing softly from the water, sprawled across your bike...wide open and inviting, just waiting for you to join me. You swing your leg over the seat, facing me, holding me in place, scooting into the front seat and forcing me to lift my legs over yours, so I'm sitting on your lap, facing you. Your skin is cool to the touch from the water, and I lean forward to lay my hands on your shoulders and lick small drops from your neck, jaw, and ears. Your hands are slowly sliding up and down my back, moving outward from my spine to my sides, thumbs brushing the swell of my breasts. Slipping my hands up to cup your jaw, I place feather-light kisses along your lips, just teasing at first. I rub your cheeks softly with my thumbs, watching those beautiful eyes, feeling you mimic the movement at my ribs, then close my eyes and kiss you deeply. The kiss is amazing. I'm slightly distracted by your fingers playing with my nipples, and the stirring of your cock beneath me, but I simply try to arch into your hands, and wiggle closer, simultaneously. This succeeds, in that you lean back slightly, reclining on the seat of the bike, so I can ride you a little more easily. I squirm on your lap, feeling you get harder, your cock rubbing against my pussy. You slide along me, rubbing my clit, while your fingers are merciless on my nipples, pulling, squeezing just to the point of pain. A gasp escapes my lips, and you take advantage, biting down a little on my lower lip, reaching down between us to reposition your dick right at my hole, and then rub your finger teasingly across my clit. You slide into me easily, a delicious friction as I squeeze my cunt around you, and rock on your lap. Wanting a different angle, I lean back and put my hands on the gas tank, and my feet on the exhaust, giving me longer strokes. My head falls back as your hands torment my nipples and clit, pulling, squeezing, rolling, and stroking me as I fuck you. My arms tremble, as your assault on my clit and nipples continues, and I can feel my body tightening up with my impending orgasm. A wordless cry bursts from my throat, as my muscles lock, and you take over, thrusting up into me, still rubbing my clit. Your name comes out as a breathless moan, and I lean forward to capture your lips again, very briefly. Reaching behind you to brace myself with the sissy bar, watching your face, I slowly start to move again. From this angle, it's easy for you to capture one nipple with your teeth. Your hands knead and massage my tits, tugging and pinching the nipple not being assaulted by your mouth, then slide down my ribs to grab my hips. You force me down onto your dick, harder and faster, thrusting up to meet me. Mingled moans color the air around us, until you slam my hips down and hold me there. I can feel your dick pulse as my pussy clamps down, locking you into place and milking you as you cum deep inside me. The murmur of our voices, the singing of wildlife, and the gentle lapping of lake waves against the shore are the only sounds in the deep night. I slide off of you, and you bring your leg over the bike, sitting on it sideways. Kneeling between your legs, it's my pleasure to lick and suck our combined juices off your dick and nuts. Slowly working you over, you start to harden again. Delighted, I linger over every stroke of my tongue, kissing the tip of your cock, and then sliding it into my mouth, one agonizing inch at a time. One of your hands wraps my braid around it, like a leash, the other is cupping the back of my head, encouraging me to take you deeper. Feeling you tickle the back of my throat, I swallow, constricting around you and tantalizing the head of your cock. Enjoying this immensely, I wrap my tongue around you and rub it back and forth across the shaft, before sliding back, almost allowing you to slip out of my mouth...but not quite. My hands glide up your legs, tickling the hair there with my fingernails, tracing random patterns across your skin, adding another level of sensation. Very gently, one fingernail plays with your balls, fondling, caressing, and lifting them to stroke underneath. Letting you slip from my lips, fully hard, my tongue takes the place of my fingernails. Licking your balls, sliding my tongue around them, and then sucking on first one, then the other, feeling your hard cock brush my cheek. The hand in my hair tightens, pulling me to my feet. Mounting the bike, you force me onto it, and bend me forward over the gas tank, your elbow in my spine, making me arch my back. Your free hand reaches down, spreading my nether lips and shoving one finger deep into me, then rubbing it across my clit. I feel you shift, and then your dick slowly penetrates me. Your hand in my hair holds me still, keeps me from pushing back on you, and the other hand caresses my hip for a long moment, before delivering a sharp slap to my ass. It makes me jump, and whimper in your grip. A ragged whisper for more is torn from my lips, and you chuckle behind me. You thrust slowly, burying yourself as deep as possible, then spanking me again, alternating sides and maintaining a maddening pace. Helpless whimpers and groans, after each crack of your hand meeting my ass, split the night. I can feel my ass getting warmer with each smack, and then you lightly run your hand across me, and I gasp at the increased sensitivity. Finally, your hand leaves my hair, and both hands grab my hips, pulling me back as you thrust forward. Long, hard strokes...and then you stop. I make a sound of pure frustration, and get smacked for my impudence, before I feel you reposition. My breath catches as you slide smoothly into my ass, spreading my cheeks so you can see your dick sliding in and out. I can hear your deep voice coming from behind me, but can't make out the words, so lost in the feel of you. Long minutes pass, I lose track of time, completely focused on your dick, on you fucking me. My clit is rubbing against the front of the seat, and my nipples are pebbles, bouncing on the fuel tank. I can feel you speed up, thrusting harder, and I'm so close. Several hard thrusts and you pulse inside my ass, which is enough to trigger me. Your shout and my cries echo across the lake, as we orgasm together. We collapse against the fuel tank, breathing hard with muscles trembling, your hands sliding from my hips, up my waist, to cup my boobs and pull me close to your chest. We stumble off the bike, and spread out the towel on the ground. I stretch out on my back, and you lay on your side, propped up on one elbow, as we catch our breath. You are so handsome, it takes my breath away, and all I can do is run my hands across your body, learning, memorizing you. We talk quietly for a while, kissing and caressing each other, slowly building back up to arousal, though not at the fever pitch of earlier. Feeling you stirring against my thigh, I kiss my way down your body, turning so you can lay your head on my thigh and watch what I am doing. Taking my time, I kiss your thighs, and along your belly, totally ignoring that part of you that is starting to beg for notice. Tenderly, I nibble along the crest of your dick, before sliding you deep in my mouth, all the way down. Long, leisurely licks and I have your undivided attention. Tip to base, I take my time, savoring the taste and the opportunity. Your hand is slowly running up and down my inner thigh, and you are intent on what I am doing. With a muffled groan, you roll over, your knees on either side of my head, and take a taste of your own. Reaching around your hips, I run my fingertips along the crack of your ass, all the way down to your balls, tickling and teasing, while your dick is sliding in and out of my mouth. Your hands are busy, too, holding me in place, and finger fucking me, while your mouth is busy licking and sucking my clit, making it as throbbing as your dick. Playing with you, sucking hard, even grazing the shaft with my teeth, nibbling lightly around the crest...it's all to keep you hard, tip you over the edge, make you cum with my pussy juice on your lips. We are both totally absorbed, trying to please each other, slowly pushing the other towards completion, hitting all the right buttons, taking all the right strokes. Growls issue from your chest, and low moans from mine, as our pace speeds up. You focus on my clit, biting and tugging, while your fingers move in and out of my cunt. My fingers tickle your asshole, while I bury my nose in your balls, and your dick touches the back of my throat. Your fingers curl, and hit just that spot, and I scream around your dick, coming uncontrollably. I can feel your balls tightening up, and then you unload in my mouth, down my throat, your cry harsh in the quiet night. We clean up quietly, and then I turn around and stretch out in your arms. There is a barely perceptible lightening of the sky...dawn is nearly here. We say nothing; just lie contented on the towel, almost too tired to sleep. But, duty calls. We slowly rise and dress, then wipe down any lingering moisture from the bike seat. I climb on behind you, the rumble of the machine almost soothing, and almost arousing, pressed against your back, both arms around you. Your hand caresses mine for a moment, and we make our way back to the hotel. You walk me to the door, and kiss me good morning. I go in, tired to the bone, but shower and get ready for my day, knowing I'll see you again soon.