0 comments/ 82391 views/ 2 favorites Janine Ch. 1 By: pinklipstick Roger paused at the mantle and picked up the picture of Susan and Janine. It had been about two months since Susan had left. Not that he was sorry that she was gone, but Roger worried how Janine was taking it. Having her mother take off without a word of explanation was sure to fuck with her psyche sooner or later. He had met Susan a little over a year ago. In the beginning, things had looked promising. At his insistence, he had her move her things into his place, unaware that when she would show up at the doorstep, her daughter would be in tow. Besides being surprised that Susan had a daughter, he was somewhat taken aback at the differences between them. Susan had been a looker - curvy in all the places a woman should be curvy - and she had known it too. Janine had looked nothing like her mother when he first saw her. She was thin and gawky. Where Susan had been loud and boisterous, Janine had been quiet and subdued. Susan had worn outrageously sexy outfits in bold bright colors. Janine preferred quiet clothes that blended in with the background. Roger figured it was a phase for Janine as she was still a teenager and probably suffering from typical shyness and insecurity most teens live through. Even before a year had passed, both Susan and Roger had tired of the relationship. Susan's infatuation with authority had been shallow and she quickly veered from any guidance or correction Roger could give her. And although the first few months of having Susan living with him had been filled with sheer sexual compliance, Roger had grown weary of Susan's defiantly insolent side and his continual attempt to control it had become tedious rather than exciting. To make matters worse, Roger found Susan's extracurricular activities of abusing their fidelity and their credit cards had pretty much left him cold. When she had finally packed a bag and yelled at Roger over her shoulder to keep the brat, he had been neither surprised nor sorry. Sharp tongued, malicious, and dishonest were not the characteristics he valued in a woman. He was better of without her so he didn't complain, even when she left behind Janine. Not that Janine was a burden. Hardly. He stroked the picture of Janine tenderly. She had filled out in the last year. Although she was still slender, she had gained a few curves. A mere shadow of her mother's, but still nicely formed. And the gawkiness was almost gone, replaced by a quiet grace. She was still reserved, but Roger liked that, having tired of Susan's constant haranguing. And unlike Susan, Janine had not only done her assigned tasks but did them quietly without question. As the year went by, he found himself more and more drawn to Janine. And he knew that the feeling existed deep within Janine also. He wondered when she would truly be ready for him. When she domes to you, he answered himself silently with a smile. He had waited until after her 18th birthday to start enforcing the standards of the house. A woman has different responsibilities than a girl. But even with the strictest rules, discipline was not often necessary. Although, he thought as he glanced at his watch, it seemed lately there had been more reprimands needed than normal. He shrugged. No one was perfect. He put the picture back down. He was going to have to replace the mother and daughter picture with one of just Janine. "Daddy?" Roger turned around to find Janine in the doorway. Her long brown hair was tousled and her voice was breathless. "I'm sorry I'm late!" she flushed. She looked adorable in her cotton shift, her young breasts pressing against the thin material. He suppressed a smile, thankful he had always required the woman of his house to wear dresses. Women should never wear pants. He tapped his watch. She looked at him tentatively, "Lisa's mom was late picking us up from the library." He raised a questioning eyebrow, "You know the rules, Janine," he said softly, "What are they?" Her eyes searched his and when they found no quarter, she took a deep breath, "One stroke for each minute I'm late," she looked at him and added quietly, "But it wasn't my fault." Roger wagged a finger at her, "No excuses. You know better than that, don't you?" Janine nodded her head slowly. Yes, she did. He glanced at his watch again. "Eighteen minutes late. Two more minutes and I would be picking out the paddle. So go put away your books, pick one out and get ready for me. I think down here in the living room tonight," Janine slowly turned around and headed to her room. Janine dreaded spankings. They hurt and continued hurting long afterwards. She shuddered apprehensively. But there seemed to be no other way. She closed her eyes and took a long deep breath. It was like eating a large plate of garbage to get to the chocolate sundae. Why didn't he touch her the way she wanted to be touched by him? Surely he had to understand how much she loved him? How much she wanted him? When her mother had left, Janine had had three powerful reactions. Joy. Beyond the fact her mother didn't give a shit for her and vice versa, Janine knew that her mother was the one obstacle standing between her and Daddy. Fear. What if he didn't want her? He really had no obligations to her now that her mother was gone. Especially after she had turned 18. Hope. When he changed the rules, she dared to dream she had a chance, regardless how slim. She knew she could be the woman her mother hadn't been. And she waited, hoping beyond hope. She picked up a paddle and headed back to the living room. Roger poured himself a glass of red wine and put a Vivaldi cd into the stereo. He closed his eyes as the strains of a full string section poured into the room. A few minutes later, he sensed more than heard Janine pad into the room. He turned. She stood there, her head hung low causing her hair to cascade over her face and chest. Slowly, she stepped out of her dress. She took pains to fold it and place it on the sofa. Janine couldn't bear to look at him directly, but knew Daddy was watching her intently. She unhooked her bra and slipped if off her shoulders. Embarrassed, she tried to cover her breasts with her hair. He looked at her for a few minutes. Ah, how high and pert her breasts were. And her pink nipples jutted out, begging for attention. "Head up, young lady," He took a sip of his wine. She raised her head and implored him silently. A tear had escaped and was traveling down her cheek. She knew that this is what she wanted – Daddy to look at her. But it was so embarrassing to have her nakedness be the sole source of his attention. It made her feel so helpless and exposed. Her whole body seemed to blush in response to his gaze. She felt the tingling sensation swell halfway between her navel and her pussy. She pulled her panties down and instinctively put her hands in front of her pubic hair. "Please touch me!" she cried silently. He would, afterwards, she knew. But to have to go through this! She shivered. "Hands," Roger admonished. She moved them to her sides. Roger's gaze skimmed over her tiny waist, her slightly rounded hips, to her patch of downy brown pubic hair untouched by a razor. "Yes?" He prompted, not moving. He waited. "You know this doesn't work unless you sincerely regret breaking the rules." "Yes, Daddy," she sniffled back the next tear, "I am sorry. I didn't mean to be late," she lied. "Then you know what you have to do. I can wait all night, if need be." Roger swirled the wine in his glass and took another sip. Slowly, she lowered to the floor until she was on all fours, "I've broken the rules," She whispered hoarsely, "and I need to be punished." She choked back a cry as she pushed the paddle out in front of her. Roger set down his glass and retrieved the paddle, "Good girl. On your elbows, that's it. Ass up." He walked to her backside, appreciating the sight of her pussy peeking out between her thighs. He put his foot between her knees forcing them wider and showing her luscious lips to better advantage. How pink they were, splayed out like that. He wondered who was being punished more. "Now I want to hear you count clearly this time." He got down on his knees, "Are you ready?" She whimpered and nodded her head. Roger brought back his hand back. His stroke was usually an arced one, so the paddle would almost cup and push her ass up. He swung, and the paddle landed with a stinging SMACK. "AAAAAAAHH ONE!" She cried and started whimpering. He aimed again. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO TWO!" She sobbed. Enthralled, he landed the next five on her in rapid succession, watching her ass turn bright red as it wobbled each time it met the paddle. By the time he reached 10, she wasn't holding back anymore and was crying loudly. "ELEVEN! PLEEEEEEEASE, TWELVE!" Her fists were clenched and he knew she was having to fight to keep them in front of her. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He continued relentlessly. "EIGHTEEN!" she sobbed, dropping her head to her hands, crying. He sat back on his heels and gently stroked her bruised ass. "I'm so sorry, Daddy!" she sobbed, "I won't do it again, I swear." "I believe you," he whispered and pulled her into his arms, "it's okay." He continued to stroke her ass, cupping them so the tips of his fingers brushed her crack. He allowed her to continuing sobbing in his arms. Her body pressed up against him, rubbing slightly each time she gasped for air. He could distinctly feel her hard nipples nudging against him. He waited for her to settle down and after she swallowed a few hiccups, she laid quietly. This is the essence of life, he decided. He tried to ignore his manhood straining against his trousers "Daddy?" God he loved it when she called him that. Even though she was well beyond the age when girls actually used that phrase he still insisted she use it. "Yes, baby?" He leaned forward to smell her hair, laden with sweat. God, he loved her scent. He felt her small hand brush his crotch as she pulled back from him. Too much pressure! He cursed to himself. It took him a minute to realize she was fumbling with his zipper. He gasped when she finally got it down and her hand met his cock. Quietly she pulled back as she freed his cock from his pants. She started to lower herself but paused and looked up at him expectantly, "May I, Daddy?" Shocked, he just nodded mutely. She gave him a hesitant smile and continued down and covered his engorged head with little kisses. Tentatively she stuck out her tongue and swirled it around the bulbous head. Settling in, she moved onto his shaft, first licking it with the tip of her tongue and then using her lips with a light suction to stroke it up one side and down the other. Soon his shaft was slick with her saliva. "Take it in your mouth, baby!" He groaned as he leaned back on his heels. He gasped when the warmth of her mouth enveloped his head. Roger looked down at her, her sweet little mouth stretched around his cock. It was all he could do to contain himself. She started to bob up and down as her tongue stroked the rim of his head. Instinctively, he pushed forward and put his hand on her head. He guided her up and down his rod. She struggled at first, but after she relaxed, she was almost able to take his full length. "Stroke my balls, baby. That's it. Yes!" He grabbed her hair as her fingers started probing his balls, and massaging them tenderly. More insistently he pulled her to him. "Oh yes!" He felt the build up coming. His ass went into the air as he speared her mouth with his cock. She tried to pull away, but he held her firm as he exploded into her mouth, "Ohhhhh YESSSSSSSSSSS! Take it all! Take it all, baby!" He fell back on his heels and let his head fall back. He squeezed his eyes shut still feeling the echoes of the orgasm ripple through his body. He opened his eyes and looked down at Janine still attached to his cock. Slowly she released him and peppered the tip with kisses. "I love you Daddy." Janine Ch. 2 Janine reached out across the bed, but realized she was alone. Disappointed, she squeezed her eyes shut, reliving the previous night. She never looked forward to spankings, but she loved it when Daddy stroked her behind. It made everything worth it. She hadn’t been sure he would let her suck his cock, but she had so wanted to touch it, she had risked it. He had let her sleep with him in his bed. She shivered with delight as she remembered pressing up against his naked body, his hairy chest scratching her nipples and his penis shoved so deliciously against her. She pressed her hand into her crotch thinking about how he had turned her around and spooned her, snuggling his cock against her ass. She moaned as she recalled how he had unconsciously played with her nipples, pinching and rubbing them. The warmth between her legs became unbearable. She sighed with frustration as she opened her eyes and got out of bed. “Morning Daddy,” she greeted him shyly at the kitchen table. Roger turned and paused before responding. He had spent the morning warring with himself. She looked delicious. God, he wanted to strip her clothes off her body, and have her ride his cock for breakfast while he pinched those erect nipples of hers. But it was too soon. And he had allowed last night to go too far too fast. His brow creased with frustration but he was determined not to make the same mistake twice. He had taken Susan without making sure, he wasn’t going to do that with Janine. “Good morning, Janine.” That had not been the response she had anticipated. The smile disappeared from her face. “We should talk.” Janine’s world started crumbling as he continued, “I think that last night happened a little fast.” NO! Janine tried to hold back from crying, “You didn’t like it?” “That’s not it, Janine.” She looked at him, distress prominently written on her face, “But I think you need some time to think about it.” She shook her head frantically. Hadn’t that been all she had been doing? “No! I don’t have to think about it!” She cried. Oh to be this close. “Look,” Roger said patiently, reaching out and grasping her hands, “I won’t do things half assed. Surely you know well enough by now to realize that?” Janine nodded her head, choking back the tears that kept threatening to spill. “So if you want this, it’ll have to be a complete commitment from you.” He covered her lips with a finger before she could respond, “And I need you to think before you say anything. Really think.” Roger looked her hard in the eyes. He didn’t need another Susan on his hands. And although he seriously doubted Janine would make pledges as rashly as her mother, Roger wanted to make sure Janine really wanted this before they continued. “No playing at it,” he shook his head in warning as he spoke, “No changing your mind one day and changing it back the next. A complete commitment.” “I know Daddy! I understand!” Janine insisted, “I love you Daddy!” Roger hesitated and pulled Janine into an embrace, “I know, honey.” He twined his fingers through her hair and inhaled her fragrance. He would wait a month. “I know.” It was three weeks of torture for Janine. Besides whisking her off to the doctor’s for her check up, Daddy continued around the house as if nothing had happened. She couldn’t erase the feel of his cock in her mouth or the taste of his cum. And she longed to have his hands run the length of her body again and again. But he stopped her from speaking about it each time she approached him. How much longer did she have to wait? Finally, she couldn’t stand it any longer. She slipped into bed right before he got home from work. “Janine?” Roger paused in the doorway of her bedroom, “Are you alright, honey?” Janine shifted in her bed, “I feel horrible,” she moaned softly, “I think I’m sick.” “What’s wrong?” A concerned look crossed Roger’s face as he sat down on the edge of her bed. “I feel so hot and my stomach aches.” Janice groaned as she thrashed with the covers, managing to partially throw them off her body. Roger frowned as he put a hand to her forehead, “You don’t feel like you have a temperature.” He tried like hell to ignore her nipples and obviously naked pussy which were showing through her questionable excuse for a nightie. As she twisted around in the bed, her gown kept threatening to climb above her bellybutton. “I feel so awful!” Janine insisted soulfully. She pulled his hand back to her forehead, “Are you sure I don’t feel hot?” “Well,” Roger replied unconvinced, “I suppose we can take your temperature. Wait here and I’ll get a thermometer.” He left the room and she heard him clattering around the bathroom she used next door. She breathed deeply, wondering how long it would take him, knowing the only thermometer in the house was the rectal one. Anything to get him to touch her again! Roger returned to the room with a wand in one hand and lubricant in the other “Turn around.” Janine pushed a pillow under her stomach as she turned around. She gathered the nightie up to her waist. Roger halted as he saw her upturned ass staring at him. God what a beautiful ass she had. And just sitting there inviting him to… He shook his head and cleared it. She parted her legs slightly. Roger raised an eyebrow. No, Janine would never be that devious, would she? He had to admit, the number of infractions lately had risen quite a bit. And then there was the other night. Could she actually be directing this? He kneeled onto the bed and opened the lubricant, squeezing a dollop on to his finger. “Okay, baby, I need you to spread your ass cheeks,” Janine reached back with both hands and spread her cheeks. Roger paused there and stared at her lying there in such a tempting position. Oh there were so many possibilities with that pose. He continued enjoying the view, feeling his prick get harder. She laid there, patiently waiting for him to continue, not turning around or even asking him what was taking so long. He started counting to thirty. Not a peep. No, she wasn’t sick. He took the lubricant and pressed it against her tiny bud. Slowly he inserted his finger and heard her gasp as he worked it in to his first joint. He added more lubricant as he twisted his finger around the rim of her hole, pushing it in further each time around. When he was satisfied she was lubed enough, he slid the thermometer into place. “No, keep holding them apart,” He demanded. She might have orchestrated this scene up to this point, but he was going to be taking charge from here. He let her hold the glass rod in her ass for 5 minutes before he pulled it out and to her credit, she didn’t release her grip when he did. As he suspected, the reading didn’t show anything close to a fever. “Stay, and keep your face in that pillow” He ordered and left the room. Janine wasn’t quite sure what he was doing. Did he know? She felt awkward lying there like that, with her ass cheeks spread wide. It felt chilly to have her hole exposed to the air, especially lubed like it was. He returned a few moments later, “Ass high!” he instructed, “You can let go of your cheeks.” Janine scooted her knees underneath her and lifted her butt into the air. She tried to peek at what Daddy was doing but couldn’t see without him noticing. Roger smiled grimly as he hooked the enema bag full of hot soapy water onto Janine’s clothes rack and lubricated the nozzle. Without preamble, he worked the nozzle up Janine’s ass quickly and efficiently, ignoring her giant intake of breath. Once he had it all the way in, he undid the clamp. Woosh! Janine gasped as she felt the hot water sluice into her. She started whimpering when it showed no signs of stopping. “I have to go, Daddy!” Janine cried. Her butt was threatening to explode on her! “Oh no, not yet,” Roger crooned. “That was only 1 quart. You have one more to go.” Janine’s eyes grew wide. Roger waited for the bag to empty completely. By this time, Janine’s fists were clenching and unclenching frantically. “Now, all you have to do is wait here for, say, 15 minutes,” Roger said pleasantly as he took the nozzle out of her ass and replaced it with a plug. Janine winced as it entered her, it felt huge. But she was thankful to have something to clench down on so she would not lose control of the water in her bowels. “An enema is always a good prescription for an aching stomach. And with your high fever, I think that we better repeat this for the next 3 days.” He patted her head affectionately, “We don’t want you sick now do we, honey?” Janine Ch. 3 Janine cursed herself. Four whole days of enemas! Three nights of sleeping in her own bed. And worst of all, 96 hours of Daddy barely touching her. How could she have been so stupid? She grimaced when she thought about all that water rushing into her. Each day, Daddy had added half a quart to the bag and 10 minutes to her hold time. Today he filled her up with three and half quarts. She was propped up on all fours. This one was the absolute worst; she seriously thought her insides were going to burst. Sucking it in was a nightmare. Before he started, she had thought maybe she could dribble a little in the hopes Daddy would get upset and punish her. But once the water was in, she knew there was no way she would be able to control a dribble. It was a roaring damn waiting to gush out of her backside with the least bit of relaxation. There was no clock in the room she could see from her position. So she found herself counting off seconds, adding them up to minutes, screaming silently for 45 minutes to be up. Concentrate! She had to keep reminding herself. At some point, tears started streaming down her face. "You can relieve yourself now," Roger stated from the doorway. Janine leapt of the bed and flew by him to the toilet. So afraid she wouldn't make it, she cried with relief when she got to the toilet without a mishap. Shaking, she reached behind and pulled out the plug. It took awhile to completely empty herself out. When Janine finally returned to the bedroom, her head was hanging with exhaustion. "Feeling better?" Janine jumped at the sound of his voice. He sat indolently in a chair opposite the foot of her bed with his legs crossed. His elbows were propped and the armrests and his fingers laced together. "Uhmmmm, yes, Daddy" Janine hung her head, not really wanting to look him in the eye. Discomfit with her current nakedness was overshadowed by the extreme embarrassment of the last few days. "Rule one," Roger said without moving, "Never play me." Janine started. He knew? Her face flamed. Could it get any worse? Now he knew how slutty she had been. How could he ever want her now? "Rule two," he continued, "I will decide when, where and how. Understood?" Janine stood completely still. Did that mean what she thought it meant? Could it be? "Janine!" Roger uncrossed his legs and straightened in the chair, "Do you understand?" Janine nodded her head. "That will not do. We need to be completely clear on this! A head nod is not satisfactory. I need you to completely understand and agree. So repeat it back to me." Janine's heart started pumping quickly. Was this finally it? "You decide when, where and how." "And what does that mean?" He persisted. Her brow wrinkled. She had to explain it? "I should listen to everything you tell me?" He stared at her. The silence was unsettling. Janine gnawed on her lip. That must not have been good enough, "You make the rules and I follow them." She said with more conviction. Please don't let him change his mind! Please! "Without question." Janine nodded her head earnestly and caught herself, "Without question," she echoed. He leaned back into the chair again and motioned her between his legs. Janine dashed to the chair and dropped to her knees. She unzipped his trousers and freed his cock. Smiling, she gazed at it with wonder, not having had a chance to really look at it unhindered before. Not realizing Janine hesitation was one of delayed admiration; Roger gently pulled her head to his hardened member. He paused a moment, savoring the feeling of her warm, wet mouth on his cock. Oh how delicious it felt. Unconsciously he started running his fingers through her hair as she stroked him with her lips. He looked down at her, and his heart filled. She wanted to be his. His. What more could a man want? He was going to love exploring every inch of her young, nubile body. Wrapping her up in his arms and clasping her to him. But not yet. He had to deal with her transgressions. Couldn't have this all get started off on the wrong foot. "We still have to deal with what you have done over the last few weeks." Janine paused, midstroke. He grasped some of her hair and gently started her back up. "How many times did you misbehave on purpose just so I would spank you?" Roger shook his head before she could pull away and answer, "No, don't answer. I really don't want to know the answer to that particular question. And when you faked being sick, that was not good. Honesty, Janine, is what every relationship should be based on." Janine shut her eyes. She felt ashamed. Here she was with her lips wrapped around Daddy's cock while she had to face how duplicitous she had been. She didn't deserve it, really. But his hand in her hair kept guiding her back onto his cock every time she meant to pull away. He was right, she shouldn't have used him that way. Even if she had felt she had no choice. "Look at me," Roger insisted. Janine looked up. His cock got even harder seeing Janine on her knees looking at him with such innocence, her mouth still full with his cock. What a beautiful sight, "With us, it's even more important that we establish an honest relationship. Understand?" Janine nodded. "Good. Back onto the bed, same position," Roger pushed her off of him. Janine went back onto the bed in confusion. Not another one! Wasn't the last enema enough? She got on all fours and waited. Roger climbed onto the bed behind her and she felt him start applying lube to her ass. Oh, please not another one! "The next time you want me to play with your ass," Roger stated sternly as he twisted a finger inside her, "You should just say so," He applied more lube and pushed in another finger. He twisted them around some more and slid them in and out a few times. "No more playing sick," More lube and a third finger. Janine started breathing harder. With all the enemas and plugs she had to endure for the last 4 days, she was fairly loose, but Daddy was stretching her wider than the small plug he had used. What was he doing? "Dishonesty," Roger withdrew his fingers and placed the head of his cock against her opening, "Simply doesn't pay, Janine," With the last statement he pushed the head in. Janine's head flew back, "Oh god, Daddy, that hurts," she cried. He paused, letting her adjust to his size. Janine's ass was protesting. He felt so enormously huge. "I'm going in, Baby. Bear down, it'll be easier." Roger started slowly pushing in. Janine started panicking and then remembered to push. It did make it easier, but she really felt like she should be rushing to the bathroom. Although after today's enema, there really was nothing to relieve. She felt herself fill up as he continued in. She had no idea her ass could accommodate his cock like this. Finally, after several minutes, she felt his pubic hair against her ass. Oh god, she had taken him all. Despite the discomfort, she felt an odd sense of elation. She had Daddy completely inside of her. "Now," Roger whispered into her ear. "We'll stay like this until you ask me." He pulled her back on them so they were both upright on their knees. He reached around and started playing with her pussy. Sliding his finger up and down it's length, spreading her wetness all around. He casually dipped one of his fingers into her as he started playing with her breasts with the other hand. Janine moaned softly. Oh, that felt so good. He trailed his fingers from her hole back up to her clit and started circling it in lazy motions. Janine tried to wiggle, but Roger held her down. "Oh no, my dear," Roger breathed. "You need to ask." "Ask?" Janine panted. Ask for what? "Ask me to play with your ass, baby." Oh god. He wanted her to actually come out and say it? How mortifying. But the way he was touching her was making it hard for her to sit still. She wanted to move. Impatiently she tried sliding him out. "No!" Roger admonished, holding her still, "Ask." "But, Daddy!" Janine wailed with frustration. "Ask." "Play with my ass," Janine whispered almost inaudibly. "Can't hear you." Roger whispered back. Janine's head lolled back onto his chest. She moaned softly, "Play with me." Roger pinched her nipple and pulled at it roughly. Janine gasped with pleasure. Her body was getting hotter and her pussy was so wet. "Oh Daddy. Please, please play with my ass," Janine begged frantically. She squirmed trying to move him inside her and this time he let her. She pulled forward a little and then back. Roger continued stroking her clit and Janine started riding him harder with longer strokes. Roger felt her getting close so he matched her pace and met her each time she came down on him. Her ass was tight. He had almost been afraid that this might be a terrible mistake. But she was taking him with ease now. He grimaced as he struggled to control himself. Soon. Soon. Janine slammed herself back on him brutally, trying to get as much of him as she could get. His fingers were relentless and driving her out of control. Suddenly, her whole body clenched tight. "Oh Daddy!" She cried. Roger felt her body constrict, and her ass convulsed around his cock. He couldn't bear it anymore and let loose deep inside her. "Oh, baby, give it to me," Roger moaned as he thrust into her. Her body shuddered on top of his, her spasms milking him as he ejaculated. Leaving his cock inside her, he pulled her tight and nuzzled her neck. She leaned back on him, her body slick with sweat. "Do you hate me," she asked timidly. "Hate you?" Roger was surprised, "Why would I hate you?" Janine hesitated, "Because I tricked you," she said quietly. "All you had to do was ask," He whispered quietly as he squeezed her tight. "Although," He smiled roguishly, "I think I could get to enjoy doing this weekly." Janine groaned to herself. Weekly enemas? She felt Daddy's cock still throbbing inside her. Well, they might be worth it if they all ended up like this. She smiled. Yes, they might at that.