Chapter 23: Becoming One

Tiffany and I have a great conversation in the stairwell, it’s nice getting caught up on each other’s lives. Normally guys could care less about new boyfriends of former girlfriends, but I’m enjoying listening to everything she’s telling me about this Brad-guy. He seems like a decent, down-to-earth dude, and apparently, he reminds her of me in many ways.

The same can be said with girls not caring too much about new girlfriends of former boyfriends, but Tiffany seems genuinely interested in Abby and me. She would love to hang out and meet, the new and improved, Abby sometimes, but understands we’ll have to think about it. Our past history could prove to make things rather awkward for all involved and we agree to shelve the idea for now.

I mentioned earlier that we really do seem to be morphing into a sibling-type relationship. I sense it and I think she does too. It’s a good place for us, I think, anyway...

From below, and one floor down, I hear the door open, it appears two rare users of the stairwell have just entered the space. Not hearing them immediately begin clomping down the steps, instead, there’s muffled giggling like little kids. I have a pretty good idea of what’s about to happen...

And, here it comes, a nice, loud, bubbly-sounding, “PPfffPplllbbbbttTT!”

Followed by, “HAHAHA! Tell me you got that!”

“Yup!” the other says as he cues up the fresh recording. Re-listening to the now immortalized fart ignites another round of childish laughter. Hell, even I’m laughing at this point. Hearing me, one of the guys looks up as I give the dude an enthusiastic thumbs-up for a job well done.

“What’s all that laughing? What’s going on?” Tiffany asks from North Carolina.

“That, my Dear, was a fart you just heard across the country.”

“Oh, for god’s sake,” I know she’s shaking her head, “You guys and your bodily functions...”

After my phone call (and before any nasty smells waft up the flight of stairs), I figure I might as well make my way to the cafeteria for an early lunch. I stop in my room to grab my jacket and am greeted by a deafening blast of Alex’s snoring. Staying up all night sure caught up with him fast, he forgot to put on his sleep-apnea, breathing mask before passing out. Doesn’t matter, it’s not like I’m trying to sleep in this racket.

As I’m waiting for the elevator, here comes Jack with his laptop under his arm, flagging me down, “Hey, Kyle, wait up. I was just looking for you.”

“What’s up?”

“Got a minute? I wanna show you something.”

“Sure, I was on my way to the cafeteria, wanna join me?”

“Yeah, sounds good. I was so busy, I missed breakfast.”

Trays loaded with various lunch eats, Jack motions for us to sit in a booth off to the side. “So, what is it you want to show me?” I ask.

“Well, for some odd reason, I woke up extra early and couldn’t go back to sleep. I kept thinking about all that stuff that happened, you know, in the mirror?”

“Yeah.”

“Even after the few hours I did sleep, I found I was starting to forget some things. That whole experience was just so wild and out there, I want a way to remember it so I created a memoir.” He slides his laptop over to me, “This is what I was so busy with to miss breakfast.”

“Okay?” I cautiously ask, “And, what does this have to do with me?”

“I was wondering if you could proofread it, you’re the only one I can show this to because you understand what really went on.”

“Alright, let’s see what you have,” I agree, and begin to read:

The Wishing Glass - by Jacob (Jack) Mitchell

Since childhood, we’re taught about making wishes. We wish upon shooting stars, we wish when blowing out birthday candles, and we wish by tossing coins in a fountain. We can also win a free wish by breaking off the bigger end of a wishbone from a Thanksgiving Turkey. Do we ever really expect our wishes to come true? For the most part, no; time has taught us that, but it’s still harmless fun just the same. And, there is always that off-chance your wish may somehow come true.

What if I told you about something that granted your wishes without even asking? Not necessarily your most constructive wishes such as world peace or a cure for cancer, but wishes of a more personal nature. You’d ask how I found a magic genie bottle, or call me crazy, hell, maybe I am, but here’s my story.

He chronologically details how he learned of the Gray Floyd local folklore and how we first ventured across the field to find the Cobb Road house. His recounting is accurate and how I remember the night, including our dramatic fall through the rotted floor. He explains how following our adventures, he became increasingly and strangely obsessed with the unbroken mirror and began return trips to the house on his own.

From the bedroom entrance in the upstairs hallway and looking across the gaping chasm of the now missing second floor, I could see enough into the mirror for it to give me my first tastes of fantasy, but this wasn’t enough; I needed more, I needed to get closer, get right up to it, it called for me to do so and promised rewards that would be worthy of my efforts. After borrowing a truck, buying lumber, and building a bridge to do just that, the mirror delivered on its word and my experiences intensified - ten-fold.

The descriptions of his first sexual encounters with various women he knows, and some he doesn’t such as famous celebrities, are written in a pretty generalized manner, nothing too graphic, just enough for the reader to get the idea. That is until Leona enters the story...

Wasting no time and quickly yanking down my pants, including my underwear, the legendary Super Sucker has me sit on a tall bar stool while she takes her seat on a short chair between my knees. This way her face is conveniently level with my crotch, her target area to dine. I’m beyond giddy as she leans in, about to perform a sexual favor that, to date, I’ve only heard about.

First welcoming my soft cock, she then opens her mouth wider to accommodate my balls too! Let me tell you, this feels INSANELY awesome! I honestly don’t know how she can breathe with her face all pushed-up in my business like this, nose tight to my pubic bone and mouth completely stuffed-full of my goods!

She’s only able to munch and suck like this for a short, but exquisite time. Big Jim is growing fast and soon it becomes impossible for her to keep everything contained at once. At this point, she releases the twins (my ball-bag) to concentrate efforts on my red-hot and throbbing pole.

Oh, good lord, I face-palm myself. I have to admit, it’s well written, but I don’t know how many pages of Jack getting sucked-off I can stand to read; especially while trying to eat my lunch! He gets up to refill his drink, here’s my chance to scroll down and skip ahead. When he returns, I resume reading paragraphs that are now covering:

Here I am, on my back and she has her hands under my ass cheeks. I love how she’s squeezing them and lifting my lower body to herself, suck, suck, sucking away the entire time. She’s definitely known for being the Queen of Sucking Penises for a reason, that’s for sure! Before long, I yelp, “Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Here ya go!” and launch into ANOTHER orgasm, blasting ANOTHER huge load of cream into her mouth. As my cumming subsides, she keeps right on sucking. In five short minutes, my sex gun is all charged up and I’m ready to shoot it again.

I’m losing track of how many times I came; this was maybe the ninth or tenth since she started. Honestly though, who cares about keeping count when this feels so damn good, but my inquisitive side is curious about the actual number of consecutive ejaculations I’ve had in this surreal scenario. My best guesstimate would be about 40 loads! In a row! I must have been recently fantasizing about multiple orgasms for men or something...

I don’t want to bore you with volumetric math, but I do find this interesting. If a normal ejaculation is about a tablespoon or two of semen, then a big ejaculation must be at least two to three, right? Google tells us that there are 256 tablespoons in a gallon, so three multiplied by 40, we’re looking at shooting 120 tablespoons worth! This translates to her drinking just shy of two quarts! Imagine that, a half-gallon of my unpasteurized heavy cream milked straight from the tap!

Okay, this is too much. I’ve read enough and close the laptop, I don’t have the stomach to continue any further. “I get that you don’t want to forget such an oddity like that mirror, but why are you documenting it like this, with such ridiculous detail?”

“I dunno,” he fluffs off my question with a shrug and a smirk, “So, what do you think? Is the writing okay? Is there anything I left out?”

“Oh, you’ve covered it. You’ve covered it all!” I roll my eyes.

“Is it maybe too much?” he meekly asks.

“Just a tad,” I hold my thumb and finger close together, “Look, my bad in that I wasn’t expecting the subject matter to be quite so ... so thorough. On a side note, the overall writing is actually pretty good. Have you considered any creative writing classes?”

“Yeah, I might take one next year.”

“I think you would do well.”

“Thanks, Kyle. Sorry if it was a bit ... graphic.”

“No worries, it’s been a hectic morning and I was a little blind-sided, that’s all. Why is it that you wanted me to proofread it though? It’s not like you can ever turn this in for a grade or anything; and who would you ever let read-” Then it hits me why he spent so much time on specific parts of the story, “Wait, you’re planning to show this to Leona, aren’t you?” Jack nonchalantly looks away as his face turns a happy shade of red. “I knew it!”

“Well,” he shrugs again, “When you said she would probably be flattered and try to make some of my fantasies come true, it got me thinking. I thought, why not give it try?” I guess I can take part of the blame for seeding this idea, but I only mentioned it in jest, I didn’t think he would actually act on it...

“I was just kidding about all that, Dude. And, you do know it’s impossible to cum 40-times in a row, don’t you?’.”

“I know, but, you gotta admit, it would definitely be a fun experiment to see how many times she can make me cum in a single session.”

“Sounds like something bets could be placed on.”

“You know,” his face lights up as he slowly nods, “That’s not a bad idea! Not a bad idea at all!”

I really need to learn to keep my mouth shut...

Earlier in the week, I switched my Thursday and Friday shifts at the grocery store with another stock boy, a new kid named Marty, because he needed some extra hours. We agreed that he’ll let me work some his upcoming shifts to make it up. I’m fine with that, this week has been more than full as it is.

After a big lunch, which included a very eye-opening proofread of Jack’s literature, I returned to my room. Putting in my earbuds to drown out Alex’s snoring, it’s time to work on finishing some homework. I find it amusing to think about Jack showing what he wrote to Leona. I wonder if she’ll see to his wishes and go down on him again? I won’t be surprised in the least if she does, I still stand by my original convictions that she’ll be flattered as hell that she’s the subject of his fantasies. Who knows, Jack may just have set himself up on her regular rotation list for blow-jobs whenever she’s around. I’m not so sure RA Adam will be thrilled with her returning regularly though...

Abby texted that she just listened to Caroline’s side of the story from last night and can’t wait to compare notes with what I’ve heard from Alex. Also, apparently, Caroline needs to drive back to Spring Haven this afternoon, her boss wants her to return to work tomorrow. The girls want to come by around 3:00 before she starts her trip south. Abby told me this was her idea, she wanted to make sure Alex and Caroline are able to see each other one more time.

Alex finally woke up at 2:30 and made his way to the shower room. Shortly after returning, the girls arrived and we let them in. I hope everyone won’t be trying to talk at the same time, it tends to give me a headache and I can’t stand trying to get a word in edgewise when everyone’s babbling at once.

...

And, so ... Yeah ... Here we are...

...

The four of us sitting around the room.

...

Yup, this is exciting...

...

Hard to believe I was concerned that we would be trying to talk over each other as the four of us seem to have nothing to say.

...

Okay, I wonder who’ll break the silence ... who will it be? Abby? Alex? Me? If me, then what should I say...

...

“I, ah ... I saw Jack earlier,” I venture, “He’s doing well.”

“Hmm ... That’s good.” an uninterested Abby nods. I don’t think she knows it, but she’s been sporting a big, goofy grin since she got here, I think she’s looking for some sparks of budding romance from Caroline and Alex. Instead, they’re both acting as if they’ve never been in the same room before.

...

And ... here we still are...

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The four of us sitting in this room.

...

Ever notice the universally-known bored gesture of newfound interest in the ceiling? Looking up, I see a very faint splotch shape over my bed. I remember I made that. I shot a good one while jacking off a few months ago; was quite proud of myself too ... still am, for that matter! I find silly humor in that I left that little something up there for future bored residents to ponder over...

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Snicker-snicker...

...

I’m surprised Caroline is so quiet, she’s usually quite proficient at dealing some well-crafted wit at the most awkward of moments. Just, give it time, I tell myself...

I can hear the muffled rumblings of Megadeth, or Metallica coming from room 408 down the hall. The last I saw of those guys was at Dan’s furniture smashing party, I gotta admit, it was kinda fun having that prank war a couple of months ago. On second thought, the memories may be fun, but it probably wouldn’t be such a good idea to reignite the-

“So,” with a startling clap of her hands, “Anyone squeeze out an interesting shit lately? Maybe, we could talk about that? Color? Texture? Bits of undigested corn or peanuts? Unique aromas? Anyone?” That’s our Caroline, in full form too! I knew she wouldn’t disappoint.

Not quite the conversation starter Abby was hoping for, the appalled look on her face tells all. Alex stands up, “Well ... Do you guys wanna go out, maybe get some pizza? I’m actually pretty hungry, last time I ate was at four in the morning.”

“Oh, Big Guy,” Caroline laughs, “You’re the only one I know who would bring up eating following mention of a good dookie. Here’s what I think: Why don’t I say my goodbyes with Abby and Kyle now, and then just you and I go out and grab some eats before I hit the road. Besides, these lovebirds need to get on with what they’ve been in dire need of for a good week now.”

“Wait? What? No,” Abby protests, “Kyle and I are fine, we’d like to go out too.”

“Abigail, you’re not fooling anyone, you’ve been giving your guy that, I need you IN ME and RIGHT NOW! grin since we got here.”

“No, no! That’s not it ... at all. Kyle and I can get together later-”

“If there’s one thing I’m certain of, you will. Look, I’ve been imposing long enough, time for us to hug and shit, and whatever, and me to be on my way.”

“She’s right, let them go,” I agree.

“Come here, you,” Caroline pulls me in to hug, “Never cared much about you one way or another in high school, but you’re one cool guy. Abigail loves you, so, by proxy, so do I; yadda, yadda, yadda, all that happy horseshit, you get what I’m trying to say.”

“I do, and same back at ya.”

In my ear, she whispers, “Now that you’re an expert, hook your roommate up with some good sex toys; I don’t want him anywhere near that legendary, walking, talking, super-sucking penis-vacuum, got it?”

“Got it.”

To Abby, “Sorry for just showing up like I did, but I really needed the get-away. Thank you for everything, Sister, this has been the best fucking week I’ve had in a long time!”

“It has been fun, I’m so happy you came up here and I want you to come back soon ... Sister!”

As she did with me, Caroline leans to Abby’s ear and whispers, but just audible enough for me to hear, “Listen, don’t be so uptight, let your guy slide it up the poop-chute once and while, you two may love it!”

“EWWWW!” Abby pulls back, cringing, “No way!”

Caroline knew exactly what she was doing and drew exactly the reaction she hoped for. Bursting into laughter, she grabs Alex’s arm, “With that, let’s hit it, Big Guy!” As a final gesture, she grabs Alex’s medallion - our designated Do Not Disturb signal, winks, and hangs it on the doorknob for us.

Abby wipes a tiny tear from her eye, “Look at me, I’m already going to miss her. I really liked having her here, even though we got to fighting like cats a couple of times.”

I put my arms around her, “We’ll be home in a couple of weeks for Thanksgiving, I’m sure we’ll see her then. If things go well, maybe Alex too.”

“I know, isn’t it great! I’m so happy they like each other.”

Yeah, me too.”

“Did you hear what she said in my ear?”

“I did,” I say with a snicker.

“But, why that? She knows I think it’s super-gross. Did you tell her you want to try it or something?”

“No, no, no, and, hell no! I feel the same as you about it. She’s just being Caroline and found a new button to push, that’s all.”

“I really need to learn some of her buttons and push them back,” Abby muses as we kick off our shoes to climb up into my bunk. Ah, finally some alone time with my girl, this is nice. Don’t you just love an easy peace when everything feels right in your world?

That fucked-up mirror is broken, severing its grip on Jack. Although, it seems like Jack wants to keep a firm grip on his mirror-generated memories; I guess that’s okay, let him have his fun with them. Super spank-bank material for sure! Speaking of guys and our spank-banks, I wonder if women have a similar version, a mental cache of sexual thoughts for when they tickle the bean?

Alex is rid of the two-timing chick, although I take issue with the term “two-timing” because I doubt Nicole is only juggling “two” relationships, that number could very well be into the double-digits for all we know.

Out with Nicole and in with Caroline. The two of them seem to be in a good place, hopefully, it will prove to be beneficial for both. The real test will be in maintaining a long-distance relationship, not impossible, but it’ll have its struggles. Alex could always talk to Zach as he seems to be managing a long-distance arrangement with his girlfriend back home.

Abby slides her hand up under my shirt, rubbing my chest, “Did you hear Caroline? She called me ‘Sister.’ She’s never called me that before, I like it. I mean, we’ve been friends for so long, she’s right, we’re kinda like sisters. I don’t have a real one, and neither does she, so we can be ‘sisters’ for each other.” I nod, I know exactly what she means. Long-time friends can definitely become like siblings.

My mind is wandering as it sometimes does, it occasionally feels the need to organize my life into some sort of order. This can happen when I’m riding my bike, or sitting on a bench in the park, or walking home in the rain. I would prefer it not to do so when I’m with Abby, but I have an idea where my thoughts are going and it’s okay, you’ll see.

I’m envisioning Tiffany and Renee. “What?” You’re asking, I’m with Abby right now and those two should be pushed to the farthest reaches of my brain, and, yes, you are correct. Tiffany and Renee are two special people in my past for many reasons including that they’re the only two other people I’ve had sex with.

There should be no doubt about my love for Abby, but let’s spell this out just to be clear. When I was with Tiffany, I admit, sometimes my mind would wander to thinking about the sexy fun I had with Renee. In a vice-versa sense, the same can be said for when I was with Renee. I was holding places for both of them in my heart. Was it wrong of me to do so? Maybe ... Probably ... I don’t know ... Those relationships were different, there wasn’t the solid commitment and trust Abby and I share now.

Sometimes saying a thing has a way of cementing it into truth. I want to state that I hold no special places for Tiffany or Renee. They will always be special to me, but they’re just people in my life. My point is; with Abby, I feel our bond has the potential to last forever.

All this deep thought and up in our confined, cozy space, she’s pinching my nipples and likes how they turn into hard little pebbles. She may like it, but honestly, it really tickles and makes me squirm. The tickling is why she likes doing it so much.

I smile as I remember our first time, it was during that hot and sweltering weekend at the end of summer. I wanted her first sex to be gentle and beautiful because We all remember our first time. Both a little nervous as we bared, and shared all, I was hoping to do my best by her. Abby confirmed by telling me that, “No girl could hope for a better first time.” That made me feel good, really good ... I was never with a virgin before, so that was real first for me as well. As our relationship grows, we’re finding so many, many more wonderful firsts for us to experience together.

“Kyle?”

“Yeah?”

“What are you thinking about?”

“About you ... and me ... and our first time.”

“Really?’’

“Yup,” I smile, “One of my favorite memories...”

“Mine too,” Abby agrees, pulling my shirt over my head, then unbuttoning and removing hers. I help unclasp her bra so we can get that out of the way and be bare skin to bare skin. Our hands hold the backs of each other’s necks, keeping us locked in passionate kissing. This is so nice, everything feels so right when I’m with her.

On the small alarm clock shelf above our heads, our phones simultaneously chime from incoming texts. At first, we ignore it being we’re plenty busy lip-locking and wiggling out of our jeans.

Pants off and kicked to the end of the bed, Abby hooks her thumb into the stretchy waistband of my underwear to peek inside. Seeing me growing brings a smile, she happily offers to assist by wrapping her hand around my-

There go the phones again with dual incoming texts. Abby pulls her hand out of my underpants (insert a big sigh from me here) and reaches for her phone, “It might be Alex and Caroline, what if something’s wrong?”

Reading together, it’s a mass-text sent from Northbrook University Administration and Security:

“Attention all students and staff. A few hours ago, an individual was taken into custody near the Sigma Zeta Kappa Sorority House on Poinciana Street. This person is believed to be the perpetrator, known as The Flasher, who’s been exposing himself and assaulting women on and off-campus. Local police, along with Campus Security, are continuing to conduct a full investigation to gather all information as related. While this is initial good news, the Administration and Security Offices urge that everyone should remain diligent and aware of their surroundings as there remains the possibility of more than the one acting individual involved. Thank you and remain safe, Dean Edwin H. Watkins”

The second text is a follow-up:

“Attention once again all students and staff. If anyone has any information that could aid the investigative team, please contact Sergeant Raymond Quintana with the Milverton Police Department at ext. #90. Thank you for any assistance and remain safe, Dean Edwin H. Watkins”

“Wow!” Abby’s eyes light up, “They caught the creep.”

“Hopefully, but as it says, we still need to be careful.”

“I know, I won’t go anywhere without you to protect me.”

“Isn’t the Sigma Zeta Kappa Sorority the one having a No Real Clothes Party tomorrow night?” I ask.

“Yeah, I think so,” Abby nods.

“And, I think that’s the same sorority Rachel and I saw a couple of weeks ago with a threatening warning spray-painted on the side of the house ... Along with a big set of dick and balls. It was supposedly done by the Flasher.”

“I wonder if there’s a connection?” Abby smirks, trying to hold back some giggling.

“What? What’s so funny?”

“The way you made sure to add the ‘big set of dick and balls’ as if the warning wasn’t enough.”

“Well ... the drawing was there...”

“I know, it’s just the way you said it that was funny.”

Bloop-bloop goes my damn phone again! I grab it to mute the notifications, I’m sure it’s about to blow up with all kinds of texts since University Admin made their announcement. Before I mute the sounds, I see it’s a text Chad forwarded and read it aloud, “F.Y.I. The No Real Clothes Party tomorrow at Sigma Zeta Kappa house has been canceled. Happy to report that several of the Kappa Sisters beat the shit out of the Flasher-Asshole before the police arrived. All public activities at the sorority are suspended for the time being, pass this along to anyone who was planning on attending.”

I pause, taking this in, and add, “Wow, I guess the girls at Kappa put the hurt on the fucker, beat him up good.”

“Wait till Caroline hears about it, she’s not going to want to go home, she’s been thriving on all the drama around here.”

“Speaking of Caroline, I’ve been meaning to ask; how did she and Belinda get along at the house? They’re both a couple of strong personalities.”

“Tell me about it, I was expecting total war to break out on the first day, but nothing. Belinda kept to her space and Caroline minded her own. In a way, it’s like they had a dog-sense of fear and respect for each other. And, I don’t mean Caroline, or Belinda, are dogs, it was just that I was picturing two dogs of equal strength being put together in the same- Never mind, I’m babbling again, but I think you know what I mean.”

“I do.”

“So, yeah, it’s almost like they fell into some sort of unspoken code of compatibility or whatever, I don’t know if that’s the right description, but it sounds good.”

“Makes sense to me,” I shrug.

“It’s like they knew if there were even sparks, it would totally ignite and go nuclear.”

“So, they avoided creating any, hmmm...” I nod, “Smart.”

“Exactly.”

As we’re talking, our hands have been quite busy, mine are caressing the soft skin around her nipples and periodically zeroing in on them. Abby’s hands have returned to inside my underwear and she’s letting them run wild like rambunctious children on an unsupervised play-date. You know what? The hell with these underwear, they need to go! I push ‘em to my ankles and kick them off.

In an attempt to be funny, I twirl my undies on my finger, intending to zing them across the room. Instead, they fly off my fingertip and straight into my face. That didn’t go as planned and I quickly throw them over the rail to the floor. Abby bursts out laughing, “I hope you didn’t get the stinky backside.”

“No, just the pee-dribbled, front-side.”

“Here’s how you do it,” Abby says, slipping out of her panties. She twirls them on her fingertip, then flicks her hand in the direction of the door to launch them. They fly and perfectly land on the coat hook. “Oh, my god!” she exclaims, “Did you see that!”

“Great shot! Who knew my girl was a pantie-flinging sharpshooter?”

“Who knew?” she laughs, blowing imaginary gun smoke from her finger.

Naked now, except for our socks, and as close as two people can be, I want Abby and she wants me. It’s only been a little more than a week since we last had sex, but with everything that’s been going on, it feels like months have passed.

From her nipples, my fingers meander down her tummy to tickle her indented button hole and make her giggle. I love her ultra-smooth skin as I reach the upper edges of her private fluffy garden. My fingertips comb around, gently pulling on the small hairs. Abby thinks it’s funny how much I adore pubic hair. It’s appealing to me, what else can I say? Looks great, feels great, smells great...

When you feel your blood pumping through your heart and on out to every limb, you are alive. That’s me, right now embracing love’s passion, I truly love Abby. A simple sentence, but one that carries much weight. How fortunate is a person to be able to say this, with conviction, about anyone?

One thing about my loft bed being a few feet taller than a standard bed is how the heat rises and the air gets much warmer at this elevation. Add in the body heat we’re generating and it’s doesn’t take long for us to both develop a thin sheen of sweat from head to toe.

Abby swings her leg over, rolling up to sit on me and stare into my eyes while twisting her fingers in my hair and tugging at my little goat-tee. I like how her dangling hair is hanging down and framing her beautiful face, it creates a unique intimate space only for us.

There’s that little something I love to feel on my lower belly directly beneath her, she’s giving me those extra-special kisses that only a woman can do by twitching her pelvic muscles.