Choices
Copyright© 2025 by Don Lockwood
Chapter 5
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Todd's an engineer, working for an outfit that sends him all over the galaxy. This new planet he's on seems very lovely. But what's the bonding law, and who's that princess?
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Science Fiction Aliens Extra Sensory Perception Space
I didn’t sleep much.
Look, there were things I didn’t like about this that weren’t going to change. The compulsion. The loss of privacy, although, as Yura had pointed out, there were some good things about that. But my antipathy for these things wasn’t going to change.
But there were other things. Things I had buried pretty well but were now coming back up at me. Call it bonding, call it marriage, call it dating, whatever; my resistance to it all revolved around one big, fat fear.
Everyone that loves me leaves.
And, as an added bonus, some of the people that leave probably never loved me in the first place.
So, a lot of her explanation in my mind boiled down to 2 big things: she can’t leave and she can’t fake it. Leaving means I quickly follow, and I’ll know her love is real.
Now, the reverse of this is one of my hangups: I can’t leave and I can’t fake it. But part of what was said tonight made me realize two things: I’m not faking it, and why would I want to leave?
But, yes, I admit it: I was scared. No, scratch that, I was fucking terrified. And, yes, that was holding me back. Until I heard a voice in the back of my head. It said, “Get the fuck over yourself!” It wasn’t my voice. It wasn’t Yura’s. It wasn’t Amanda’s, although it could have been.
It was my Dad’s.
I hadn’t heard his voice, real or imagined, in over 5 years.
I woke early the next morning, no big surprise. I wasn’t going to sleep much this night no matter what. Yura was still sleeping. I went to make food, and checked my email while it was cooking. Amanda had replied. Lots in there about how I should not let Yura get away, and if I did, she—Amanda—was going to hunt me down. She would, too! But it was something else that hit me. I’d confessed about my fears. Amanda’s response? “What the hell are you afraid of?”
Not quite as blunt as, “Get the fuck over yourself,” but blunt enough. And a very good question besides. I mean, what was I afraid of? Yes, the unknown, but still.
I ate, then I had errands to do. We were running low on things. Yura was still in her room, so I walked to her door.
“Yura? You awake?”
“Mostly,” came the reply.
I chuckled. “I have to run some errands. There’s a pot of taspar and I made some Earth pancakes. You might have to heat those up. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”
“OK. Thank you,” she said. Then she added, “Have fun storming the castle!”
Which just shows that The Princess Bride transcends time, space, and species. I left the apartment laughing.
It was when I returned that everything came to a head.
To understand what I walked into, you need to understand the layout of my place. There was the spare room where Yura was staying. There was a bathroom, and a number of closets. Outside of that, it was one big room. Kitchen, living room, bedroom, all in one. Mind you, it was huge. But, when I walked through the front door, I could see everything in that big room.
Yura was on my bed. Which had never happened. She went out of her way to avoid my bed. But there she was. “Yura?”
She turned to me ... and she looked absolutely horrible. She was shivering. Her eyes were glassy. Her breath was coming out in strangled little puffs. And, worst of all, her skin markings had completely stilled and turned olive drab. Olive drab meant bad things.
“Todd!” she gasped, seemingly trying to get up. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t make it back to my room!”
“Don’t move,” I said. “What is wrong with you?”
“The worst thing. But this wasn’t supposed to happen for 6 weeks, not 6 days!”
“What?” I asked, dreading the answer.
“My body,” she gasped, “is waiting for the bond it was promised. Because it hasn’t happened, my body is rebelling.”
Something made me ask, “Is this life-threatening?”
“It can be,” she said.
“What do I do?” I said, utterly panicking. “Bond! If we bond, will that...”
“We can’t when I’m like this,” she got out. “We can buy time, but you’ll be committing to bond within days.”
“OK, what do I do?” I practically shouted.
“Physical contact,” she said. I dove into the bed and wrapped her in my arms.
She immediately got better. As soon as I had my arms around her, her shaking stilled. Her breathing returned to normal. Her skin patterns started moving again, glowing that comforting purple.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“For what?”
“Pushing you into it.”
“You didn’t. I was going to tell you today, that I was willing.”
“You were?”
“Yes. And I should probably apologize for taking this long in making up my stupid mind.”
“Stop it. It was a big decision,” she smiled. “It’s all good.”
She snuggled into me, her head resting on my chest. Now that my panic had gone away, I realized that this felt real good. And Yura? Oh, the skin markings were flying around full speed, glowing a mixture of silver, purple, and even a bit of gold.
“When is the earliest we can bond?” I asked her.
“Tomorrow.”
“Good. I know protocol says you have to do the formal request. Whenever you’re ready.”
“Were you really going to do it anyway?”
“Yes,” I said confidently.
“Good. Because I’ve come to know you. And I believe that you would bond with me, even if you didn’t want to, just to save my life,” she said.
“You’re right about that, but, no. You convinced me last night. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still terrified.”
“Nothing to be terrified about,” she said softly, then snuggled me tighter, her head burrowing into my chest.
We just snuggled for a couple of minutes. Then, she said, “I have to warn you.”
“Uh-oh,” I groaned.
“Oh, nothing really bad. Just, well, you might find it strange. When Vidrunians, especially Vidrunian women, are in the arms of their bondmate or prospective bondmate, we can have some ... peculiar reactions.”
“How so?”
“You’ll see,” she grinned. “A couple of places where Vidrunian evolution is different. Look, we have a different classification system, but Vidrunians are basically the equivalent of Primates, just like humans.”
“OK.”
“But we have a few behaviors that, on Earth, would be associated with other mammalian groups. So it might be strange. That’s all.”
“You know your shit,” I said admiringly.
She grinned up at me. “I’m a botanist, but, when you’re learning about classification systems, you’re going to learn about animals to some degree. Plus, as I’ve told you, I’ve studied Earth quite a bit.”
I waited. Slightly apprehensive, but slightly anticipatory.
I didn’t notice anything at first. She had her head on my chest, snuggling, breathing softly. Then the breathing got louder and more deliberate. Long pulls of inhaling, slightly ragged exhales. She started moving her head all over my chest, her breaths getting longer and deeper, her exhales mingling with small moans. Then, I realized something.
All of her inhales were completely through her nose. It sounded like someone...
“Wait. Are you smelling me?” I asked.
She stopped, and looked up at me. Grinning, she proclaimed, “Your pheromones are delicious!”
I cracked up laughing, but stifled it when I saw her skin. Some of the markings were green. Green can mean a few things, but, in this context, it was embarrassment. I had no idea why she was embarrassed.
“You know, that’s awesome,” I told her. The green faded, but not entirely. “Is that all of the fun surprises?”
“One more. It might not happen right now, I have to be very relaxed.”
“OK,” I said. I held her, quietly, silently willing her to relax. I actually really wanted to see what the other thing was. After a few minutes, she said, “You know, one of the things about Vidrunian women is that we really like to have our hair stroked.”
“Hint hint,” I laughed, then stroked her hair, waiting.
After a few minutes, I heard it.
“You’re purring!” I said in a tone of wonder. She didn’t pick up on the wonder. The green came back, and that teal blush rose in her cheeks.
“I know. Embarrassing,” she said.
I separated from her a bit so I could look into her eyes. “No, it is not,” I said firmly. “You’re lying in my arms. You’re glowing at me. You’ve been trying to inhale my essence. And now you’re purring. Do you have any idea how wanted I feel right now?” She looked at me, absolutely stunned. “If I needed confirmation that I was doing the right thing by bonding with you, I just got it.”
She was incredulous. “But other species hate the purring! Including humans!”
“I don’t. I’m telling you the truth. I feel completely loved, and we haven’t even bonded yet. Besides,” I went on, “It can’t be all species that hate it. There has to be a few felinoids around here.”
She cracked up laughing, and glowed. Pure gold.
SIX
For the first time, we slept in the same bed that night. Just sleeping and cuddling, with the odd kiss. Yura had told me that it’s advised to hold off on sex until after the bonding. I didn’t mind at all.
We woke up. I jumped in the shower. Then I cooked while she jumped in the shower. We ate. And then we moved to the edge of the bed.
“We have to be near the bed. When the bond first establishes, we’re going to want to lie down.” I nodded. “The other thing is, nudity is not required but it is recommended.”
“Which would you prefer?”
She smiled at me and reached for her shirt. I quickly joined her in stripping. As she settled down in front of me, I inhaled, sharp. I thought she was beautiful with clothes on. I didn’t know the half of it. And, to my surprise, she looked at me like she felt the same about me.
“You take my breath away,” I got out.
“Likewise,” she said, looking right at my crotch and grinning at me. I just grinned back. “OK, we need to sit cross-legged on the bed, facing each other.” We did so.
It was her responsibility to say it first. Her responsibility twice over, actually, because one protocol says the woman asks the man, and another says the Vidrunian asks the alien. It was a simple exchange.
“Todd Romero, will you bond with me?”
“Yura na’Kishtu, yes, I will bond with you.”
We extended our hands. Each of us clutched the wrists of the other. We leaned in until our foreheads touched. That was the proper bonding position. Next, there was a series of Vidrunian words. She said each phrase first, and I copied, desperately making sure I pronounced them correctly. She said the last phrase, which, fittingly, translated as, “Us, forever and always.” I repeated it.
I felt a beautiful warmth spread up from my wrists, up my arms, and throughout my body. Then ... chaos.
My mind was absolutely flooded, inundated by 22 years’ worth of Yura’s memories. I couldn’t keep up, couldn’t sort out all the images. Now, she was also getting 30 years of my memories, but Vidrunians get training for bonding. I had not. And I was drowning.
Then, in my mind, I heard her voice. Her present voice, not a memory. It was clear and steady. “Focus on my thoughts. Breathe. Focus on my thoughts. Breathe.”
I did, and the flood started to recede. I could still access all of her memories, but it was more like a shop window display and less like her life being dropped on my head. But now I could pick out individual memories: Yura as a child, laughing with her mother. Yura at about 14, playing a chess-like game called rumiar with her father. Yura receiving her degree. And then Yura, on the day she found out that I’d be her bondmate, laughing delightedly while glowing gold. Not all were good: she’d lost two of her grandparents, and she’d been affected by her people’s fertility issues; her mother had had a miscarriage when Yura was 12, dashing hopes for a much-wanted sibling. But I had bad stuff too; I saw her sadly examining the memory of my parents’ funeral, sending sympathetic waves down the bond. I also saw her laugh at a memory of Amanda and I, 19 and 13, making silly faces at one another. She also found a memory of my ex. The thought she threw down the bond at that was, “Fuck her. I’m much prettier.” Which she was. That made me laugh. Especially since Yura, though completely fluent in Standard, usually avoided words like fuck!
Then, as I found myself and my mind reorganized, I saw her in my mind. Again, this was present day her. And I could see her. Everything about her. The things I already knew were extensive but, to see all of her, within her own mind, it was ... I can’t describe it. This woman was... everything. Her essence, laid open over the bond, was a resonant ball of smarts, compassion, humor, wisdom, an insatiable curiosity, and an intense love of life. It was amazing. There was also an intense love of me that was so big it was almost scary.
The funny thing was, she picked up that thought over the bond, and laughed. “Your love for me is just as big,” she said, and then she showed it to me. And it was. And I hadn’t realized.
We lay on the bed for a while, looking at each other through the bond. The more I looked, the more I thought that 91 percent might be an understatement. And then she said. “Are your eyes closed? Keep them like that for a minute.”
“Yes, but why?”
“Because I just saw something,” she said. “And I want to tell you I didn’t know this was going to happen. It’s extremely rare. As far as I know, it’s only ever happened three times to any non-Vidrunians, and only once before to a human. But I hope you don’t mind. I think it’s fantastic, and I hope you do too.”
“What in space are you talking about?”
“Open your eyes. Look at your arms.”
I did ... and gasped.
I had the markings. They ran up and down my arms. They were glowing silver, with a bit of a pinkish color (that means curiosity or confusion, which was fitting). They seemed concentrated on my arms, with a few on my torso. Not like Vidrunians, who get them all over except for their faces, but definitely enough to be visible unless I wore long sleeves.
I vowed to never again wear long sleeves.
She picked up on that thought, and I got delight back. “I was hoping you’d be happy about it,” she said.
“When you first told me we were compatible, one of my first thoughts was that I hoped any kid we had would inherit your skin.”
“I think this pretty much guarantees that,” she smiled. She looked at my arms. “It looks a little different on peach colored skin than on my light blue, but I like it.” She grinned at me. “I think I’m glad you’re not one of those extra-hairy humans!”
“Yeah, that wouldn’t look good,” I laughed. “I wonder, though. Since we’re bonded and you’re the Vidrunian, are they going to show your emotions or mine?”
“Hmm. I’m not sure. If it’s anything like two bonded Vidrunians, it will be mostly your emotions, but mine might mix in some if my emotions are particularly strong.” I nodded. She continued, “Then again, it’s not going to make that much of a difference. Our emotions aren’t going to be completely separate anymore, especially strong ones.”
I was a bit put off by that. “They’re not?”
I felt her laugh along the bond. It was a very kind laugh. “Come on, love. Even before we bonded, I knew you had a lot of empathy. Now that we’re bonded, I can see it. If I were very upset about something, you would be as well, bond or no. The bond will just make it more direct. And, don’t forget, that means the good stuff, too. You don’t get to be happy anymore, you get to be happy squared.”
I cracked up at that one. “Happy squared. I love it. And, I suppose you’re right. I would feel your pain without the bond, at least to some degree.”
“Exactly.” She gave me a little smirk. “Now it’s time to stop talking, or thinking. I want to know what a bonded kiss feels like.”
“Your wish is my command,” I laughed, then leaned in.
What’s a bonded kiss like? Well, take the greatest kiss you’ve ever had, and multiply it by a gazillion. I mean, it was incendiary. But we were also discovering other things about this bond as we went along. Because, when we went in for the kiss, I put my hand on her shoulder, and felt a warm pulse go up my arm from that hand. She had reached up to run her hand through my hair, and I felt a warm pulse there. And then I decided to pull her on top of me as the kiss deepened. And that felt like I had stuck my entire body into an electrical socket. But in a good way.
She was sprawled all over me as we devoured each other’s mouths. Naked, remember. It was your basic naked makeout ... except it wasn’t basic at all. Every place our bodies met, there were little sparks running through us. I put my hand on her shoulder, and some of the skin markings gathered and then ran out from underneath my fingers. She saw this through the bond, and then put her hand on a place where I didn’t have the patterns—my leg—and suddenly, there they were, spreading out from her hand. A bright, blinding combination of purple and gold, the colors of arousal. They skittered down my leg and then faded away.
“Well, isn’t this fun!” she thought down the bond, as she made it happen again on my other leg. I had to laugh at that.
We kept, well, playing. Kissing and fondling and sending skin patterns up and down legs. Examining what the bond meant to two people on their way to consummating their bond. And, yes, that’s exactly where we were headed, no doubts, and that was another cool thing about the bond: neither of us had to say anything.
Although I did have a thought: “You know, I have no idea what Vidrunians do for foreplay.”
She laughed. “Well, just do Human foreplay, and we’ll adjust. Besides which, you do know one major part of Vidrunian foreplay.”
“I do?”
She grinned up, then scooted down a bit so her head was on my chest. Then she started vigorously smelling.
“Ah,” I laughed. She went at it with great enthusiasm. I couldn’t read what she was smelling through the bond, but I could see how it was making her feel—very turned on. She did that for a while, giggled, and then crawled back up from my chest to kiss me again. I kissed her back for a while, then I broke the kiss, and moved my head down to her chest.
And started smelling. What the hell. I didn’t have a fraction of her olfactory power, but, I figured, we’re bonded, let’s see if that changed anything. And, honestly, it did. I was definitely picking up smells I hadn’t noticed, and it was definitely turning me on. And Yura, besides also being turned on, was greatly amused.
But that was Vidrunian foreplay. I decided to switch to Human foreplay—I went right for the boob. And I didn’t smell, I sucked. Yura went nuts, moaning while her markings flew across her body. And then it happened: I felt what she was feeling. It felt like someone was sucking on my nipple. It was strange, but not at all unpleasant.
Then I started down, kissing her all the way. When I got past her stomach, she gasped. “What are you doing?!?!?!” I heard down the bond, confused and panicked. But one of the benefits of the bond is that I didn’t tell her what I was planning on doing—I showed her. In vivid color. Her emotions flashed, a combination of disbelief, fear ... and, make no mistake, anticipation. “Vidrunians don’t do that!” she whispered.
“You don’t know what you’re missing.” I kept going. She shuddered. I made sure she knew I would stop if she insisted. She didn’t.
As I’ve already said, Slot B was almost identical between Humans and Vidrunians. Almost. One difference was that Vidrunians don’t have a hymen, a difference that was going to come in handy in a few minutes. But the one I was immediately facing was visual. It had to do with that pale blue coloration in her skin. Look, Humans referring to pussies as “the Pink” is almost as old as sex. Especially if you were into Earth 20th Century classic rock, as I was; I mean, AC/DC had a song called “Sink the Pink!” But that blue tint in Vidrunian skin, which wasn’t just skin deep, changed a lot. Vidrunian blood is purple. And a Vidrunian pussy? Lavender. It was really different looking, but I liked it. It definitely didn’t stop me from diving in.
And that’s when things got weird.
Yeah, she warned me. And I knew that. I figured I could navigate past it—which I did, eventually, but it definitely took me by surprise. I ran my tongue up the length of that lavender pussy, and she gasped. But so did I. I didn’t own a pussy, lavender or otherwise, but it certainly felt like I did. Look, I wasn’t a huge fan of something like 69 anyway, because it was hard to concentrate. This was going to take some doing. And I absolutely wanted to do it. Not only did I love going down on a woman, anyway—and hadn’t had the opportunity in a while—I’d also implicitly promised her fireworks.
I ran my tongue back up her pussy, and felt her moan. I kept at it, as she rapidly got more and more into it. “Now I get it,” I heard down the bond from her. After a bit of that, I went for the clit.
She whinnied and moaned, pushing her pussy into my face. And I was doing my best to push her towards nirvana, while also dealing with this crazy bond. I don’t have a clit, do I? Are we sure?
She picked up on some of this, because I felt her giggle in between the moaning. “You’re having a bit of trouble, aren’t you?”
“Just got to get used to it.” And I did. It took some concentration, but I did get used to it. Because, think about it—this certainly wasn’t a bad thing. I mean, I always did get turned on by eating pussy—this was just more of that. A lot more of that, but still.
I kept up the attention on her clit, which absolutely drove her wild. A lot of what I was dealing with was, in a nutshell, far more sensory input than I was used to, especially during pussy eating. The more crazy she went, the more absolutely delirious things she kept sending down the bond. “I can’t believe we don’t do this! Uh! Uh! Uh! DON”T STOP! YOU’RE SENDING ME INTO ORBIT!!!” Meanwhile, my olfactory receptors seemed about twice as powerful—and remember where my nose was. Talk about a pheromone blast. Meanwhile, I hadn’t come close to touching my dick and I actually felt myself getting close from the sensation of someone licking something I didn’t own—but feeling that sensation through my dick, if that makes any sense. And she was moaning while sending increasingly incoherent interjections down the bond.
I felt her rapidly approaching orgasm. As she went, two things happened.
The first was that I went.
The second was, after I came down from the most crazy, fantastic, inexplicable orgasm of my life—after which I somehow stayed hard—I found out something that happened to a Vidrunian when they climaxed. Her skin markings sped up, got considerably brighter, and went rainbow. Every color I could see, and probably a few that I couldn’t, swirled all up and down her body, as she shuddered in the aftermath. It lit up the whole room. And my new-found skin patterns? Not quite as bright, but still—rainbow.
I crawled up out of her pussy, so that I was hovering over her, looking at her face. She opened her eyes and grinned. “You may do anything to my body that you wish. The next time I try to argue about anything, just gag me.”
I laughed. “I don’t think you’ll argue about this,” I said, as I adjusted myself to line up my dick with her pussy.
“Absolutely not,” she smiled.
During one of our many discussions over the past few weeks, we hadn’t talked a lot about sex—hence, me not knowing Vidrunians didn’t eat pussy—but we had talked a little about it. And one thing she told me is that the first time for a Vidrunian woman generally didn’t hurt, at all. Again, no hymen, and a Vidrunian pussy was a bit more elastic than a human one.
I still didn’t jam it in like a madman—it was still her first time. I went easy. Or, at least, I started out that way. She was having none of it. I heard, down the bond, “PUSH!!!!!!” I was so startled that I did. One hard stroke and I bottomed out. And she howled.
I held there, for a moment. She opened her eyes, and grinned. “Oh, my,” she whispered.
“You can say that again.”
“You getting better with the sensations?”
“Yes. How about you? This is new for you, too.”
“I’m good,” she smiled. “We get prepared for this.”
“Good, but I’m not sure how intense this part is going to be.”
“Very, from what I’ve heard,” she giggled. “Let’s find out.”
I started moving, slowly. It was very intense, right from the beginning, but, actually easier to deal with. When I was eating her pussy, every sensation I was feeling was just her, sending sensations down the bond. With this, I had my own sensations. I could still feel her—which was weird enough, feeling like I had a penis and a vagina at the same time—but, since one set of sensations was mine, it acted more like a feedback loop.
The most notable thing, actually, was something Yura sent along the bond as I picked up the pace: “This isn’t going to take long!” She was definitely right about that. I felt her go, and I followed right behind. And it was ... yeah. I mean ... you might be thinking it’s double the orgasm, right? That’s what I thought, too. It’s more like times 10. It feeds back on itself. I mean, I had never, ever, ever come close to feeling like that.
I rolled off her and cuddled her from the side, watching her rainbow glow fill the room. “Well, Vidrunians definitely can’t have sex in the dark,” I thought, and felt Yura’s laughter.
“I waited a long time for that,” she said. “It was absolutely worth the wait.”
“Well, I wasn’t a virgin, but it’s been quite a while,” I replied. “One thousand percent worth the wait. Compared to that, human sex is boring.”
She cracked up. “Well, that pussy eating thing wasn’t boring.”
“Yes,” I grinned, “but it’s far more boring with two humans. If I went down on a human right now, I’d wonder where my pussy was.” She lost it.
Then she looked at me. “I love you,” she said—at the same time she thought it. I, of course, returned both the words and the thought, and watched her light up even more.
She was absolutely right: happy squared.
Then she grinned. “When can we do it again?”
I started to give the standard human male answer: “Well, I’m going to need some recovery...” And then I trailed off. As I realized. “Wait. I came twice. How in hell am I still hard?”
“Welcome to one of the best bonding side effects,” she laughed. “I can get, or keep, you hard with a thought. Oh, it works the other way, too. I’m not wet? You can take care of that for me.”
“You should have told me that day one, we would have been bonded in seconds,” I joked. She laughed louder. I pushed her back flat onto the bed. “Well, if I have a gift woody, might as well put it to good use.”
“Excellent plan,” she grinned.
SEVEN
I know we’re not the only couple who celebrated their first time—and their bond—with champagne, cheese, and fruit spread out all over the bed while still naked. But we might have been one of the few to do it at 2:30 in the afternoon. Hey, we started the bonding process at like 10 AM. The champagne was mine, brought from Earth and saved for a special occasion—this absolutely qualified. The cheese and fruit were Vidrunian. They have some cheesemakers here that are so good you’d think you were in Wisconsin. As for the fruit, it was a medium-sized berry called atkash. It tasted like a cross between an orange and a blueberry—only my two favorite Earth fruits. I could live on atkash. If I ever leave Vidrunia, I’m taking a case of atkash.
That thought reminded me that Yura and I still had a lot to sort out if we were going to build a life together. “Hey,” I started, “my contract has two and a half years left here. What are we going to do after that? Stay with the company and go to wherever they send me, or quit the company and find something here?”
She thought, chewing some cheese. “I’m torn, to tell you the truth. Part of me wants to go explore the galaxy with you. The other part wants to stay right here, build a home, maybe see what we can do about babies. I can try to build my business.”
I saw. in her mind, her business dreams: she wanted to build a greenhouse/shop for alien plants, concentrating on Earth plants. It was a great idea, and I told her so.
“Do you have any preferences? Maybe back to Earth?”
“Definitely not Earth,” I said. “I actually feel more at home here, even if I did have to bond with a crazy alien woman.” She playfully swatted me. “Well? It’s true. But, honestly, outside of Amanda, Earth is bad memories.”
“Do you want to keep traveling?”
“A week ago, I would have said, absolutely. Now? I don’t know. Especially if we have a kid.” I looked at her. “What do you prefer? And, could you leave, being as you’re a royal and all?”
She grinned. “Yes, I could leave. I’m not close enough to the throne for it to make a difference. I think I’d vote for staying, but I’d go if you really wanted to. We have a while to make up our minds.”