The Stowaway's Keeper
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Chapter 47: Helen Is Back
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 47: Helen Is Back - In the 80's, John was looking to go some place no one would know him. He was not planning on starting his new life with a 14 year old girl. She and her friends keep his life anything but mundane, despite his best intentions to keep it that way at his new home. Codes will change as story progresses.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Teenagers Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged Reluctant Fiction Incest Brother Sister Humiliation Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Slow
Cheryl was in an extremely happy and energetic mood the morning Helen was supposed to return from her forced vacation with her family. It was supposed to be her family, but Jane, at the last moment, had ended up naked in the woods. I was surprised I had not heard anything about her coming out of the woods. And someone naked coming out of the woods would have been news, but with Jane’s sexy body, it would have been on everyone’s lips. I was sure at some point the issue would work itself out. For now, I would enjoy an overly happy teen dancing around the kitchen.
“Any idea when Helen will be back?” I asked.
“I think early today. In her postcard, she said her dad likes to drive early when it is dark. He thinks there are fewer people and police on the road, so he can go a little faster,” Cheryl answered. She twirled around with a big smile on her face. For once, I was sure the smile was not because she had just flashed me her freshly shaved labia as dynamic forces raised her T-shirt up. She had done her usual of not wearing anything under the T-shirt, as she hadn’t slept with me, saving the night for later.
“Well, someone is happy today,” I noted.
“Definitely. Helen is going to be back, and we don’t have your and her mom’s crazy restriction on talking to each other or being alone together,” she explained. “Hey, since that is the case, can we go to the lake alone for a while? Maybe we could even spend the night there by ourselves.”
“By yourselves, probably not. Too many things running around that would want to eat you,” I replied. Her smile said she was thinking, “Yes, starting with Helen and finishing with me.” I added, “But I could come up at sundown to make sure everyone is safe.”
“OK, but will you stay out of sight? You know, protect us from a distance. Kind of like secret service,” she inquired.
“I guess so, but not like the Secret Service. They are tight next to the president and ready to take a bullet for him. So that would mean I would have to be in the tent with you two,” I replied.
“That could be fun also,” she said, raising her eyebrows like Groucho Marx. “But, maybe some other night.”
“We’ll see,” I responded, not to the idea of being in the tent with them, but to not being seen.
It wasn’t a shocker when the front door flew open and Helen bolted in. In fact, I was happy she felt at home enough to come in without even so much as a knock. Cheryl being back in her room, Helen saw me first thing coming through the door. She ran up and gave me a hug and a kiss on the lips that wasn’t as short as a peck but was definitely short of a tongue duel she and Cheryl would engage in once they laid eyes on each other. While she gave me a full kiss, she rubbed her pelvis on my dick, stimulating her clit through the many layers of clothing. She gave a small gasp into my mouth as she did so. Mid-kiss, we heard, “Hey, you’re mine.” Helen let go of me for a second, looking over at Cheryl.
Her arms went back around my neck, kissing my face playfully, and said, “Yes, I am. But he is kind of cute, too.” She stopped the playful pressing of her lips all over my face and pressed her lips to mine. Then she shocked me by shoving her tongue between my lips, prying them open. Her tongue ran across my teeth, looking for my tongue. Breaking from me, she said, “And one day I might keep him. But today I want you.”
She burst from me, and from that point on, she didn’t so much as acknowledge my existence as she blew by me to Cheryl. She ran to Cheryl and hugged her tightly, and despite my presence, the two engaged in a tongue Battle Royale, with hands going to asses while their tongues did battle. When the kiss ended, hand in hand, they swung their arms in a show of excitement at having their partner back. It was unusual to see the two actually hold hands and swing their arms together; it was beyond fun to watch.
Hand in hand, Cheryl dragged Helen back to her room. For the next two hours, I heard the two talking in whispers. Some sounded sweet, but other exchanges sounded more intense. Between the whispers, there were long silences where only squeaks from the bed could be heard. When they finally re-emerged from the room, they were both flushed, with hair mussed.
They still were hand in hand when Cheryl said to me, “Do you have a second to talk?”
“Sure, what’s up?” I asked. I expected her to ask about going to the lake for the night. I had decided I would let her go with Helen. It would get the two of them out of the way for when Dorothy showed up. Because I was sure Dorothy would come to the house at some point in the next three hours.
Cheryl did not do that immediately; instead, she said, “Is it OK if I join the cheerleading squad? SS is the new head cheerleader, and she asked me if I wanted to join. I told her only if Helen got to be one too. She said that would be great, as Jane was a model cheerleader and Helen would likely be the same. But SS thought Helen wouldn’t be interested, since she had never shown any interest.”
Helen looked over at Cheryl. “John knows Susan is called SS? Does he know why?”
“Yes, I told him,” Cheryl replied. “She is not embarrassed about it. Hell, she has hit on him every time she sees him.”
“Are you interested, Helen?” I asked the object of Cheryl’s affection.
“I don’t know. Cheryl wants to. And she thinks I should do it also. So I guess I will join if they will take me. Plus, Jane liked being a cheerleader. But she is more of an attention hog than I am. Speaking of, have you heard from her?” Helen asked,
I was starting to worry about Jane, having not heard anything in so long. But didn’t want Helen to worry, “No, but she is probably at a friend’s house trying to figure out what she is going to do.”
“Yeah, Mom was hot about her not coming with us and, I guess, about her behavior before we left. She stayed, I would say, mad, but you don’t like that word. So angry for a couple of days,” Helen said.
Cheryl got the conversation off Jane quickly, “So for cheerleading, we have to go to a cheer camp for two weeks.”
“Yeah, I have to come up with fifty dollars to go. And I don’t want to ask Dad for it. He would give it to me, but I don’t think Mom and Dad have the money to spare. Do you have anything you need done around here?” Helen asked.
Before I could answer, Cheryl was giving me puppy dog eyes and, out of Helen’s eyesight, nodded yes. I didn’t have anything but firewood work I could think of at the moment. “I am sure there is something that needs to be done around here that I don’t want to do that you could do for me.”
“Perfect,” Cheryl said. Not wanting the elaboration to dampen Helen’s already shaky willingness to be a cheerleader, Cheryl continued, “You think of it while we go to the lake today and return tomorrow.” Her voice had a plea to it.
“Helen, you will need to talk to your mom about going. If she says you can go, then I have no problem with you going. Cheryl...” I said, looking between the two girls. Then I chuckle a little bit. “You know, the last time you two went and spent the night out, you two were lucky to sit down and not scratch for a week. And now you want to do it again?”
“Oh, we learned what poison ivy looks like. I’m going to stay miles away from it. So can we go?” Cheryl said, looking thrilled, Helen, not so much.
I wondered if Helen was going to the lake for the same reason she was going to be a cheerleader. Because Cheryl suggested it, and she deferred to her. I spoke to Helen, seeing her less than full enthusiasm about sleeping out at the lake. “Are you sure you don’t just want to sleep at home for a change? I mean, you have been away for a while. I usually like sleeping in my own bed after being away.”
Helen responded quickly, “Exactly, I have been gone for over a week. So heck no, I’m just staying with Cheryl. I can stay in my own bed any day, but usually without her, and I’ve had enough family time for a while. So anywhere but my other house.”
I found her ‘I’ve had enough family time’ kind of interesting. I know that long car rides together can be a bit much. But without Jane there, I figured it would not be so bad. “I thought after your punishment was complete, you and your mom would be getting on better.”
Helen responded, “Yeah, two days in the car with her is way too much, but it’s not her alone that was the problem.
I responded with, “Oh, really.”
Helen said, “Yes, Mom and Dad together are horrible. It’s never been so bad. I would like to avoid them if possible.”
“What? Did you have a fight with your mom and dad?” I asked.
“No, it’s just they were unbearable,” she replied, shaking her head.
I knew better than to ask, but I did anyway. “What do you mean, unbearable?”
Helen continued to shake her head. “Well, we stayed at Uncle Ed’s house. Well, not actually at his house. He has a guest house in the back that is about the same size as this place before you added the rooms for Cheryl. Same general idea of one room and one bathroom, so I got to sleep out on the couch. One of these days I’m going to figure out why I always end up on the couch or floor,” she said as an aside. “But it had doors. And I know you think that Cheryl and I get a little loud when we roughhouse before we go to sleep. But we don’t hold a candle to Mom and Dad having sex.”
I loved her euphemism of “roughhousing” for her and Cheryl’s having sex. Plus, while she used a euphemism for her and Cheryl, she spelled it out plainly for her parents. I said, “Come on. It couldn’t be that bad. Are you sure you’re not exaggerating just a hair?”
“No, I wish Jane had been there. You could have asked her,” she said, defending her statement, sounding a little hurt. I didn’t take her at her word. “Actually, I’m amazed you didn’t hear them all the way back here. I never knew Mom was so ... Well,
I never knew Mom got the way she got. I could hear her telling Dad to fuck her harder. That’s a direct quote. She said, Fuck me harder. She also said something about him enjoying her fucking his ass. I don’t know how she was doing it, but you could hear him moan and her grunt and the slaps and the pop of the two running into each other. She did something that allowed her to thrust into him.” Helen continued, “She must have had some kind of dildo attached to her. Or maybe a double-headed dildo. I heard a girl at school talk about using one of those as a way to fuck their boyfriend. But that just doesn’t sound like Mom. She’s way too uptight for that kind of thing.”
All I can think of was that if you only knew what your mother was truly capable of, you wouldn’t have said that. “Well, they are married. And married people are known to have sex every now and then.”
Helen scrunched up her face and said, “Old married people don’t have sex. Old people in general don’t have sex. It’s gross.”
“I wouldn’t consider your parents old. Your mom is, all of what, maybe thirty-six,” I said, acting like I didn’t know the actual number. “So you’re telling me that when you’re thirty-six, you’re not going to be having sex?
Cheryl jumped in at that point, “That’s a hell yeah, she is.”
I just laughed at the two girls as they looked at each other. Helen looked at Cheryl, unsure if she should be perturbed that her girlfriend answered for her or thrilled that Cheryl implied that in twenty years they would still be having noisy, raucous sex. Ignoring Cheryl’s ‘hell yeah,’ Helen added to the ‘hell yeah,’ “She’s going to continue to the day she dies if I have anything to say about it.”
“So sex at thirty-six or so is not off the table for you. So why would it be off the table for your married parents?” I asked, stressing the married part.
“Yeah, but there were other weird things moms said. It was like she was telling Dad what he was going to do. I’ve never heard her do that before, but she also said something strange. It was really un-mom-like.”
Cheryl’s curiosity was obviously piqued, and she was getting impatient. She asked, “What? What did she say?” Hoping to get the rest of the story.
Helen, while rolling her eyes back and looking up to the left, trying to access memories (versus making something up, looking up to the right), said, “Mom said something like if you want access to my mouth or asshole, you’re going to have to fuck my cunt, right. And more than just a pathetic once. So get to eating my cunt and not just poking at it. And, I’m not letting you near my asshole until I cum a couple of times.”
Cheryl said, “Wow, your mom said that? And she gets it up the butt? I’d have never expected that out of your mom or that she’d give a blowjob.”
Helen just shook her head like she was trying to get a vision out of it. “Her whole attitude seems new. Please let’s drop it. It makes me nauseous even thinking that Mom puts Dad’s dick in her mouth or up her butt. It’s just gross.”
Cheryl said, “Yeah, I can’t imagine having a big dick up my butt.” I noticed Cheryl had left off the blowjob. I knew Cheryl’s opinion on blowjobs.
Still, I thought it might be fun to see exactly what girls of Cheryl and Helen’s age really thought of both activities. I had the girls’ initial reaction to the activities. And clearly, Cheryl had no issues with having a dick in her mouth, shooting its seed into it, and down her throat. So Helen would be my source of information for the rest of the girls her age since I figured Cheryl was an outlier., “So, which one do you find gross? The blowjob or the anal sex or both?”
Helen replied, “Both, but I don’t have to worry about the anal sex. Cuz that’s something only gay guys do.”
“Then, why was your mom talking about it if that’s true?” Cheryl asked. “She was talking to your dad ... And, he is not gay. Maybe it is like John said the other day before the shower. Guys do it to girls when they won’t put out.”
I butted in and said, “Yeah, straight guys like to do that too, every now and then. And even if they are having regular sex. So it’s not just homosexuals.”
Helen asked, “Have you ever had anal sex?”
I responded quickly, “That is none of your concern.”
Cheryl said, “That means he has, and he liked it.”
She took my answer as a yes. “You’re telling me you had anal sex,” Helen said.
I looked at her and then at Cheryl, who was snickering. I said, “No assumptions. You shouldn’t make assumptions. I would say it is a good way to get punished. But one of you two would enjoy it too much.”
Helen frowned and went back to the original topic. She may have been looking for another avenue to get info or get spanked. To that end, she said, “Well, if the guy is gay or not, I am not having any guy’s dick up my butt. Or for that matter, in my mouth. Guys piss out of their dicks. So it’s just gross putting it in your mouth. I know some girls at school do. But they are all sluts like my sister. And I am nothing like her or them. So, I just wouldn’t do that.”
“Yeah, it is a choice. And I am not suggesting you go out and blow a bunch of guys,” I said, happy she had changed the subject. “But I want you to think about this. How is putting a penis in your mouth any different than putting a vagina in it? Sure, a penis has piss come out of it.” I wanted to tell her, “So did that stuff you scraped off my stomach the other morning.” But she and Cheryl thought I was sleeping at the time. Instead, I said. “But a vagina has the unused uterus lining pass out of it.” I didn’t need to say she and Cheryl had their mouths on each other’s vagina openings and pussy lips all the time. I gave her my standard, “So don’t go judging people. Like I’ve told you, never assume anything about someone else’s private life. You don’t ever truly know what goes on behind other people’s closed doors.”
Cheryl said, “Well, then you must know everything that we do. ‘Cuz we don’t have a door.” Helen turned bright red at the statement. Seeing Helen’s bright red skin, she changed the subject yet again. “I thought we could wear our bikinis to go swimming. We need to be tan like the other cheerleaders. Otherwise, we will look like ghosts.”
Helen piped up, “Yeah, and I can just wear these same clothes tomorrow. So there’s no reason for my mom to come over and bring anything.”
I thought it was strange that they were so insistent that Dorothy didn’t need to come over. I guessed it was so she could wear the so-called bikini and not take any chance her mom would object. So I said,
“Is there something I should know? Is there a reason why you don’t want your mom to come talk to me? Or do you just not want her to see you in your bikinis again?”
Helen said, “Yes, the last time you and Mom talked, we got in a lot of trouble. We had to stay far apart for the week before I left, and now I’m just getting back, and you want to talk to her again? I don’t want to get in trouble again?”
“Did you do anything to get in trouble again?” I ask.
Helen said, “Well, you never can tell when you and Mom get together if we’re going to be in trouble.”
I replied, “It’s not like we are the strictest people on the face of the earth. I’m sure you haven’t done anything wrong. But your mom and I just need to sit down and talk. I mean, you both are talking about joining the cheerleading squad. And that will affect both of us. So sitting down with her makes sense. Oh, on the bikini thing that got you two in trouble before you left. The work you two did before you left means you have finally finished paying for them. So the main reason you got in trouble in the past is no longer there. They are still inappropriate, but if you want people to see you run around looking like a hoochie-momma, I will not stand in the way. And I will see if I can get Dorothy on board with that as well.”
To Helen, I said, “Helen, call her and see if she is OK with you going to the lake and if she wants to come talk with me.”
Cheryl said, “So we’ll actually be able to use them now? And not just wear them as punishment. Plus, it’s not like anybody else is going to see us in them. And you’ve already seen us in them, so it should be no big deal.”
“Okay, you two can get started. But first...” I turned to Helen. “You need to call your house and make sure you can go to the lake overnight. If your mom or dad say yes, then I will let Cheryl go with you. You two can get the stuff together that you want to have for tonight and tomorrow. Then you can head out, but no getting in water above your waist before I get there. But I will probably get to the lake before you do. Because you’re as slow as molasses in January when it comes to getting someplace.”
Cheryl, being her usual smart-aleck teen self, said, “No, that’s just when it comes time to go to church. Otherwise, we’re pretty quick.”
There was no reason to engage her, so I said, exasperated, “Okay.” To Helen, I added. “Oh, and don’t forget to ask your mom and dad over for coffee. I would like to get their side of the story of the trip.” I was fairly sure her dad wouldn’t come, as he would want to do some things around the house.
Helen said, “Okay. But they probably won’t come. Dad has things to do at the house, and Mom still isn’t drinking coffee. In fact, she wouldn’t let Dad even have any unless he brushed his teeth immediately since it would end up on his breath.”
Cheryl said, “Wow, that is pretty extreme.”
Helen replied, “That is Mom lately ... extreme.” With that, she went to the kitchen to call her house.
Cheryl headed to her room and called to Helen, who was dialing the phone. “I’ll get everything we need while you call.”
Before Helen pushed the last number, she hollered back to Cheryl, “Make sure we have lots of toilet paper this time.”
Cheryl hollered back, “Oh, most definitely. It may be the only thing I pack.”
“Girls, quit yelling across the house,” I said loudly.
Shortly
after Helen started talking on the phone, she held it out. “Mom wants to talk to you.”
I took the phone, and Helen scurried off to Cheryl’s room. “Hi, Dorothy. How are you doing?” I was trying to make it sound as parent-like as possible in case anyone was listening.
“Now that I’ve heard from you, great,” she replied. Doing the same with the sounding like an only slightly interested parent.
“I’m glad you guys made it back safe,” I continued.
I could hear the joy in her voice when she said, “Oh, thank you, John. I was kind of hoping you would give me a call. As you know, Helen shot out of here like a rocket and headed over to see Cheryl. I hope she’s not being too much of a pain. But there was no way we were going to keep her here for more than three seconds.”
I chuckled into the hand receiver and said, “Yeah, I kind of figured as much. I wouldn’t have been able to keep Cheryl at home for half a second if she had known exactly what time you were getting back. She would have been waiting on the doorstep.”
“Yeah, those girls,” she said. “They are hot for each other, aren’t they?”
I replied quietly into the receiver, “In the worst kind of way. But I remember being a horny teenager myself, once upon a time. Don’t you?”
“Actually, no, I don’t believe I ever was. My brother deprived me of that,” Dorothy answered. Then, very quietly, she said, “Now, a horny thirty-six-year-old mother of two, I know all about.
Not wanting to go down that road any further, I turned the conversation back to the girls. “Speaking of the two girls, are you OK with the two going swimming at the lake and staying there overnight? I told them they could if you were okay with it. Helen has her bikini here, but if you could maybe bring some clothes for her to change into in the morning. I will take them to her at the lake. And I will make sure I have her back sometime tomorrow night.”
“No rush. Helen sounded happier than she had been in days. She always seems happiest when she and Cheryl are out doing something together,” Dorothy said. I was surprised she said nothing about the bikini but went straight to, “Speaking of happy out doing something together. I’ll definitely be over shortly, and I’ll even bring Helen’s swimsuit and clothes. Though she’ll likely only need the first half of them. I imagine she’ll be without clothes the whole time the two are at the lake. I’ll be the same way at your house if the girls aren’t there. So are the girls going to be there?”
I replied, “Oh no, they’re going to be long gone. I’ll just meet up with him once I get stuff for Helen from you. That should give the horny teenagers a few minutes alone before I come marching in on them.”
Dorothy’s voice changed as she questioned, “So you’re going to be alone?” The seduction was dripping from the receiver of the handset.
Into the microphone, I said,” I’m guessing for once in their lives they’ll probably run the whole way to the lake to be alone. Trying to maximize the time before I get there. And I am going to make plenty of noise before I surprise them.”
“That’s awfully sweet of you, giving them ample warning,” Dorothy said. “I think this will be yours. That way, I can sneak up and ravage you.”
The two teens had been gone for half an hour when I heard the warning from the pressure plate in the driveway. Less than a minute after the buzzer had gone off, a car door opened. I was getting up to go to the door, expecting Dorothy’s knock, when it flew open. Dorothy bolted through the open door and jumped onto me, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling my face to hers. She kissed me hard and thrust her tongue into my mouth with nothing but lust in her eyes. She moved her tongue about within my mouth for a few seconds. She stopped the Frenching of me and pulled back, saying, “Enough foreplay. Let’s fuck.”
I smiled at her and said, “Well, hi. How do you do?”
“I’ll be doing much better after you fuck me into oblivion. The telephone call was your foreplay. Now I need a dick that knows what it’s doing. My husband is still useless when it comes to fucking me.” Her hands were pawing at my shorts the whole time she was talking. “Now it’s time to get you between my legs, pounding away at my cunt. I need that wonderfully thick cock of yours.” She had my pants ripped down to my mid-thigh and noticed my cock had had time to harden some. I was only semi-hard, not having had time to harden fully.
Dorothy said, “Oh God, this isn’t going to do.” She drops down, taking my dick in hand before feeding it between her lipstick-covered lips. Once in her warm mouth, Dorothy started vigorously sucking. Her tongue swirled around my cock while her head moved back and forth vigorously, dragging her lips along my shaft. Each time, more of the red cosmetic was left streaked down my rod and left a ring around the base of my cock.
I did little but stand there enjoying the feeling of her fucking her face along my cock, sucking and swirling her tongue. The sensations she was imparting along my rod and head made my organ continue to grow to its full length. She had the head of my dick in her throat twice before she stood up and threw her arms around my neck, kissing me. Again, she pulled back and said, “There ... more foreplay. Now can we fuck?”
Abandoning the kisses, she grabbed my hand and dragged me further into the house. There, she pulled up her skirt and bent over the back of the couch. She wiggled her ass and parted her legs wider. I found she had decided to leave her panties back at home. I could still see a tinge of the tanish-yellow and other remnants of our weekend of debauchery three weeks early still on her fattened labia. I knew I would have to ask her how she had managed to explain the purple that covered them and the whole of the inside of her thighs when she got home before her vacation. From what Helen had said, Dorothy had obviously not hidden her box from her husband. It meant it was likely her husband had seen the purple of her extracurricular activities, while she had evidently tried to fuck him to death or had him eating her.
I was a half-second late getting the helmet of my unit through her bloated lips and into her velvet passage. She said, “Well, are you going to get to it? God, I need it ... It’s been over ten days since I’ve had a good screwing.” I found it amazing, if not a bit disconcerting, how much a single weekend with me and Penelope changed her.
The warm, moist lips seemed to eagerly welcome my full head as it separated them on its way deep within her velvet canal. She let out a subtle gasp as I slowly bottomed out and pressed my balls into bloated, reddened lips. The velvet walls behind the lips closed down on my dick as I started to remove it in an effort to keep me fully embedded in her heated passage. On the second slow return to press my balls against her folds, she let out a small, “ahh,” which was followed by, “Oh God, I so needed this for the past week. My husband just doesn’t know what he’s doing. And he doesn’t fill me the way you do. You fill me so completely the way you do me.”
I returned the compliment, telling her, “It feels so good to be back in you. I adore the way you squeeze my cock with your velvet cunt. I think I could do this all day.”
Dorothy moaned out as she pushed back as I pulled back, “Oh God, yes ... Mmm, promise ... promises.”
I took hold of her hips and then, instead of slowly embedding myself within her. I quickly slammed my hips into her ass, making the whole room reverberate with the pop and my nuts swinging forward into her clit. A huge “Augh” came from her, and I grunted as well. I watch her sweet, round ass deform, and the waves ripple out from my pelting her ass with my pelvis. I huff out, “Well, unfortunately, I have two young women who are expecting me to show up, and if I spent all day doing this with you, they might get suspicious. And we wouldn’t be able to do even this for a while.”
Dorothy answered with a moaned, “Oh God, when you put it that way. I don’t need all-day pounding. Just fuck me hard and make me cum.”
I kept a hold of her hips and began hammering away even harder at her luscious-feeling love canal. I had only my thick cockhead parting her one moment after squeegeeing her walls of their slick, viscous juices with its ridge. The next moment, the juices were pushed in as the end of my head beat her cervix on the way to the furthest reaches of the canal. Over and over, we grunted out our strained thrust. The room was now filled with the wet squish, slurp, and splat of our fucking. The only things louder were the “Oh’s,” “Ah’s,” and “Oh fuck yes.”
She grabbed my hands, taking them up to her tits, where I found no bra getting in the way. Only the thin material of her dress got between my hands and the bare flesh of her hard nipples on top of them. She ripped the buttons through their holes to get the dress open for my hands to hold her bare flesh. On her naked tits, I rolled and pinched the extended nubs while continually thrusting through her wet love canal while she humped and thrust back at me with the same vigor as I was entering her.