Chapter 17: Beat the Rich

Monday, July 31th, 2006, Arlington, Virginia

I slowly awoke, feeling pretty great. I was well fucked and well-rested. I realized that when my magic levels were full to the brim. I seemed happier than when they weren’t; it wasn’t a massive difference, pretty small actually but noticeable. Maybe it was the magic’s way of adding a little extra incentive for me to fuck as often as I could. Not that I needed it.

Mmm, I also just realized that I had my face buried in a luxurious pile of soft hair and that both of my arms were wrapped around a warm sexy body, with one hand holding a firm, youthful tit. I smelled apples. It all flooded back to me; I was cuddling with my thorny Rose.

I wonder if she knew? We’d fallen asleep apart—we’d drawn a truce after she’d come to terms that I was going to keep my word and wait for her to beg me before I fucked her again. Angie told me straight up that she’d expected me to retake her after she’d come to bed, and her wariness over the next few minutes reflected that, but I’d stayed on my side and did my best to appear non-threatening.

We had made some pleasant small talk, and after about twenty minutes or so, she had relaxed enough to turn over and go to sleep. I was surprised that she’d spoken without anger. Well, I’d kept my word, although it was easy being as tired as I’d been. I won’t lie though, with my morning erection jammed up firmly between her delectable asscheeks, my resolve was being tested.

I snuggled in tighter, torturing myself as my desire grew. I nuzzled her graceful neck through her satiny hair, remembering how I’d peppered it with little wet kisses the night before. I massaged her breast, enjoying the feel of her rubbery nipple as it hardened against my palm. She moaned lightly in her sleep.

I brushed the hair away from her face and shoulders so that I could start kissing and sucking on her neck without getting any in my mouth and then grabbed her perky tit again. I loved the weight of it in my palm. I pulled her tightly to me, reveling in her soft silky form. God, she smelled so good, not just like Apples, but like forbidden fruit.

I was beginning to think that the reward might not just be her giving herself to me—mind, body, and soul as I wanted—but the chase itself. I was having fun jousting with her, Violet too. For a second, I thought about it, analyzing how I felt and replaying the hot fuck that we’d had last night. I came to the conclusion that nah, scratch that, the reward was both—definitely both. I wanted her to want me. I would have fun breaking her, though. I fervently hoped that when I won, and she was happily mine, that she retained some of her thorns—I liked the adversarial aspect of our relationship. I would prefer it to be on a much lesser scale, though.

She was starting to stir. I concentrated on sucking and nibbling just below her ear while I strummed her puckered nipple with my thumb. I knew from last night that she’d liked it when I did that, even though she’d tried willing herself not to. Her breathing was accelerating, and I felt her press back into me. Her hand came up to cover mine, holding it tightly to her chest. A gentle moan escaped her lips, and her neck arched ever so slightly; she liked what I was doing to her.

Her head turned slightly, breaking the seal of my lips upon her throat, “Wh-what?” she mumbled confusedly. “Hmmm? Where?”

“Good morning, my beautiful Rose,” I murmured into her ear.

I felt her stretch, her sleek form going taut like a cat as she pointed her toes and extended her arms straight out above her head.

“Gnnnnggghhh,” she moaned as she awakened. “Morning...” she sighed contentedly. I could feel the tension the instant that the realization of where she was hit her. “Wait! Hell no!” she suddenly yelled as she scooted away from me as if I had the plague.

I chuckled softly.

“Thanks for keeping me so warm, Ang,” I said as I rolled over onto my back. “Mmm, don’t you just love these silk sheets, though? Gotta love the filthy rich!”

She had spun to face me and was now crouched down upon her knees on the edge of the bed. I watched her wary expression with casual indifference; she looked as if she thought that I was going to launch myself at her at any moment. I drank in her naked beauty, letting my eyes roam over her body appreciatively.

“I ... I thought that you promised me that you wouldn’t rape me again! Huh!?” she accused crossly.

She was much less angry than last night, at least. I bet that I was right—no matter that it was me—she’d needed the fuck that she’d gotten, especially after all of the stress we’d suffered from over the past few days, who wouldn’t. She looked so damn sexy with her tousled hair and flushed cheeks.

“I didn’t rape you, Gorgeous,” I replied, arching a brow at her. “I woke up just a few moments ago myself and discovered, to my extreme happiness, that I was cuddling a stunningly beautiful woman. I merely took pleasure in holding you. I said that I wouldn’t force myself on you again until you begged me for it, and I meant it. I said nothing about teasing you and believe you me—it was probably more of a tease to me than it was to you,” I said with a laugh as I threw back the luxurious purple sheets, showing her my raging hardon.

She frowned and bit her lower lip, her face troubled. Her eyes kept glancing at my proud cock, where it jutted up past my bellybutton.

Ha! She already wishes that your cock belonged to another man so that she could ride it. You aren’t the only one that’s woken up horny, m’boy.

“I ... I...” she stammered for a second before blushing and looking away.

I was amused—for the first time since I’ve known her, she seemed at a complete loss for words. I was enjoying looking at her and was glad that she wasn’t acting shyly enough to try covering herself up.

“I can see the way that you were looking at it,” I grinned cheekily. “All you need to do is ask, Darling, I’ll even let you off the hook about the begging part. Just look me in the eye right now and tell me that you want me to fuck you. That’s it, just once, and then I’ll make you feel like a goddess,” I said as I reached down and slowly stroked myself.

She looked back over at me, her eyes going wide as she saw what I was doing, her cheeks flushed, and she bit her lip again. I noticed that her nipples were engorged with arousal.

She shook her head as if trying to clear it, “Fuck you! Never,” she growled fiercely as anger once again flashed within her expressive brown eyes.

I raised my hands in mock surrender, “I give up. You can go back to hating me for now. Thanks for staying the night, Ang; the sex was fabulous, don’t you think? Anyway, I’m going to go take a shower, care to join me? I’d be more than happy to wash your back.”

“Yeah! As if I had a choice! I wouldn’t ask you to wash my back if it was covered in shit, and my arms were broken!” she huffed as she stalked off, probably to find some clothes. I hadn’t let her bring any with her last night.

I admired her juicy ass as she swayed away like an angry cat. If she had a tail, it’d be twitching. God, her body rocked.

<Fiesty! I love her quick wit.>

You might want to add not stabbing you in your sleep to your list of commands, Jake, m’boy. You really pressed her buttons.

<Hmm, that’s prudent, actually. Even though you said that in jest, I’m going to add that to everyone’s commands. I’m most likely not the only person out there who can control others.>

Good thinking.

I got up from the King-sized poster bed and lazily made my way to the ensuite; the bathroom was the size of a regular house’s living room. Hell, there were even two televisions in there. It might not have been decorated to my tastes exactly, but it screamed money and opulence. Everything was a light dusky-rose color with real mother of pearl accents and silver undertones and detailing. There were two toilets right next to each other—what was it with rich people and shitting next to each other? I didn’t get it; all of the expensive Hotel suites had had the same thing.

There were double sinks with the fanciest chrome spouts that I’d ever seen, they looked like scallop shells, and the countertops everywhere were a creamy marble. There was a massive jacuzzi bath that was almost the size of the one in the movie Scarface. I just needed a pile of cocaine, an egotistical statue of myself, and some machine guns and booyah! Say ‘ello to my little friend!

Right beside the humungous bathtub, there was a smaller regular-sized one. I could imagine why; you’d probably need to plan a week ahead just to get the other one filled in time. I bypassed all of that and swung open the glass door to the shower, which instantly reminded me of my Dad and the loving labor that he’d put into ours back home. It seemed like a lifetime ago when I had last used it with Abby.

“I miss you, Dad. I hope that you don’t hate me for the way that I’m taking care of the family,” I muttered out loud wistfully.

I walked the ten feet over to the controls for the shower. Yeah controls, this shower had nozzles on the ceiling, the sidewalls, and the floor. I was about to get sprayed from five different directions at once. I’d been looking forward to this since I first saw it on Saturday. I bet that you could fit at least eight people in here; this thing was nuts.

Fucking Hell! This was bloody amazing! I had water spraying at me from every angle, and it was hitting some bloody awesome spots! My cock had already been hard; this wasn’t going to be letting it go down anytime soon.

I had just picked up the soap when I heard the door behind me open, and my sister’s lovely voice filled the room. I looked back over my shoulder and saw Abby’s naked drop-dead gorgeous body sauntering my way. She had a sexy predatory look in her eye, and my cock throbbed in anticipation. I could use some fiery passion right about now.

“Hey, Sparky! Rrrrowww!” she purred with a sexy smirk. “I just saw Angie stomping off down towards the kitchen; she told me you were in the shower. So I came to molest you, my sexy stud brother! What’d you do to her, anyway? She looked like someone pissed in her Cheerios,” Abby commented with a snort as she looked around. “Whoa! Nice freakin’ shower! Damn! Now I know where to come if I need to just stand in one spot and masturbate!” she giggled.

“Let’s just say that I took her on the wet n’ wild log ride like they have at Six Flags, and she loved it, but then she hated the part where I told her that she couldn’t get back in line for another turn unless she begged me for a ticket first,” I laughed.

“Huh?”

“Nothing, just leave it, Snowflake,” I shrugged.

“K, I’m actually surprised at how much I really like her, you know! She’s not quite the stuck-up bitch that I’d always thought she was,” Abby mused. “Here, let me, big Bro,” she said as she grabbed the soap out of my hands.

“Mmm, thanks, I love it when you wash me,” I sighed.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her strong hands lathering me up.

“You just love the fact that I’m touching you, period,” she laughed. “Hey, turn sideways a bit for me,” she instructed. “Wow! For a guy that just got sewn back up five days ago, you’re looking pretty damn good...”

“Why, thanks! I do try to keep in shape; gotta watch my girlish figure, you know! Besides, you’re not too shabby yourself, sweet tits,” I quipped, giving her a crooked grin.

“That’s not what I meant, you goofball,” she chuckled as she lightly swatted my arm. “I meant that your wounds look way more healed than they should be. Are you doing something to heal faster? Like you healed Stace? How’s your back feeling? You do know that the bruises are almost gone, right? I thought you’d be black and blue for a lot longer; it was pretty bad, Bro,” she asked rapid-fire as a happily perplexed frown creased her pretty face.

“Actually, my back feels fine, no pain, no twinge, nothing,” I admitted. “I honestly didn’t even notice when it stopped hurting, but it didn’t bother me yesterday either. I hadn’t really been paying attention to the stitches since they’ve been bandaged up most of the time. But yeah, hey, they do look way better than they probably should, but I’m not doing anything different than I normally do,” I shrugged while twisting my head to look at my shoulder.

“You know what ... you look bigger too, not by a crazy amount or anything, but more toned, a bit more muscular, and you were a good size before, not huge but still big. Yet you haven’t even worked out once since you got back from New Orleans either—not that I’ve seen,” she commented while inspecting my body. She ran her hands all over my muscles while turning me around like a mannequin, scrutinizing every part of me. “How much did you weigh the last time that you checked? I bet that you’re heavier now too.”

“Uh, I was two-hundred and ten pounds on the nose in New Orleans. I had a physical there right before they let me do any heavy work cleaning up. So that was maybe, I dunno, a little over eight weeks ago,” I shrugged again while still checking out my stitched areas.

Delilah’s Tears is making your musculature grow. You’ll get larger everywhere, a bit taller too. It was another unintended side effect of the magic from when I crafted the ring. Eventually, you’ll have a similar stature to Samson’s.

<Oh, that’s cool, I guess. How big are we talking? I don’t relish being a circus-freak.>

Not that much larger a few inches everywhere, you’ll probably top out at six-foot-three, two-hundred and forty pounds or so.

<Uh, thirty pounds and four inches?! That’s a huge difference, my friend!>

It’s all relative. At least you will never need to work out again.

Abby kneeled down and reached out, grabbing my throbbing prick, inspecting it too, “Hmm, I swear—I think that your cock got a little bigger as well. It feels a bit thicker, and I bet that it’s a half-inch longer,” she observed as she looked up at me speculatively. “When we get done in here, I want to measure you everywhere. I definitely think that you’ve grown a bit, and I want to keep track and see if you grow anymore,” she stated clinically.

“Keep touching me like that, Sis, and I’ll be your Guinea Pig any time that you want,” I gasped.

“Oh? Does my big bwother want his wittle innocent sister to put his big hard thingy in her pouty wittle mouth?” she asked child-like as she batted her eyes at me and stuck her crooked finger in her mouth, pulling on her lip.

“Oh, god,” I hissed.

“Are you sure I won’t get in twouble? Mommy said to never ever touch a boy’s thingy; she says that it’s bad. That only bad girls touch those,” my cock throbbed in her hand as she looked up at me with big doe-eyes from on her knees. “You won’t tell Mommy on me, will you?”

I put my hand on the back of her head and pulled her into me, “Damn, you turn me on, Abs!”

You dirty sister fucker! Stick it in her pucker and give it a hearty go! You should go get Brock; he’s got a thick cock! And we all know that she’s really a ho! You do her ass, he fills the gash, and you both slam it until you’re ready to blow!

<Dude!>

Go see the Barista, order a sista, and get one slutty Abby to go! She’s like a hot latte, with two double-cocks, hey! She’d happily go with the flow! She wants to get banged, again and again, as if you didn’t already know! She’d love to get reamed! Double-fucked, double-creamed, so go on and give us a nasty show!

<Fuck off!>

Sorry! Tourettes!

<Yeah... >

But, it would be fun, and she’d love it, you know, just saying.

<DUDE!>

Okay, fine, be a selfish prick, and don’t share your toys! Prude!

<Shut the fuck up! I will never share one of the girls that I love with another fucking dick! Asshole!>

Whoa! No need to get mad! I’m sorry, I sometimes forget that it’s a young, new love for you. Trust me, after you’re banging the same set of ‘lovers’ for a few years, they’ll probably all be begging to have you watch and let them get a little strange. And you’ll be all for it, too!

<Yeah, well, I ain’t there, and I don’t see it ever happening. If I want to double-team someone, it will be with some other slut that I don’t have feelings for... >

“OWWW! FUCK ME!” I jumped back as I felt a brief flash of pain stab through my nuts. “Holy shit, abs! That fucking hurt!”

“Oh? Did it? I’m so sorry!” she simpered sweetly as she stood up. Then she shoved me. “Maybe next time, don’t go off into la-la land with your fucking gay wizard friend while I’m trying to be sexy and suck your cock! Asshole!” she snapped before turning to leave.

<See what you did, you fucking Jerk!>

“Snowflake! Wait!” I shouted, leaping forward and grabbing her arm just as she was about to step out. “Please! Abs, I’m sorry it’s not my fault...”

“Oh? Whose fault is it, then? I don’t see any other shitheads in here with their dicks out!” she grumped as her pretty blue-grey eyes glared at me.

“You’re right. It’s just that the asshole in my head upset me. Please, Sis, don’t go,” I begged, giving her my best pouty look.

Sorry! Did you know that her temper flares up just as quickly as my wife’s used to? There was this one time that...

<Not the time, man!>

Abby continued to glare at me, but at least she shut the glass door and stayed.

“Do you have any idea how upsetting it is for me to come in here trying to be sexy and playful with you only to get ignored right when I start blowing you!? That’s a pretty big punch in the gut, you know!” she huffed with a hurt expression clouding her face.

I pulled her stiffened body into my arms and hugged her tight, smoothing the wet hair out of her face and kissing her unresponsive lips as she continued to stare crossly at me.

“Abs, I love you like crazy, you know that, and yeah, if I was in your shoes, I’d be pretty hurt and angry too. What can I do to make it up to you?”

“I dunno,” she mumbled grumpily as she stayed stiff in my arms.

“Come on,” I begged, “You know how much that I love you, just tell me something, anything, that I can do to make up for being an insensitive jerk...”

“Asshole,” she murmured into my chest as I felt her arms encircle me.

“Huh?”

“Asshole, not jerk,” she muttered. “I’ll think of something good, and then you’d just better pay up when I tell you.”

“Okay! Done!” I agreed instantly. “Does that mean we can pick up where we left off? I promise to give you my complete and undivided attention, Babe,” I asked hopefully.

Why don’t you just use...

<Nope! Zip it! We have a deal, so unless you want to kiss my getting and fucking any strange assholes for you goodbye, you’ll go hibernate for a few hours!>

“Hmmm, maybe ... Tell me what he said to make you get upset, and we’ll see,” she said as she pulled her head back from my chest to look up at me coyly.

I sighed, “He wanted me to go get Brock so that we could DP you, with me in your ass, and him in your pussy. He really wanted us to double cream you at the same time.”

“Oh? Is that something that you’d like to do? Would that turn you on? Sharing me?” she asked neutrally. I couldn’t tell how she felt about it.

My eyes narrowed, “Do YOU want that? Would that turn YOU on?”

“No, I told you already how I feel. Now, if you don’t remember, then I’m going to be really hurt...”

“I remember every word,” I said quietly as her eyes searched mine intently, “as if it was engraved upon my very soul. You said, and I quote—’I love you more than life itself, and from the moment that you told me that you wanted me, the thought of any other man touching me became too abhorrent to even think about, and I exist only to be yours.’ It meant the world to me to hear that, and I could never forget it.”

“Oh, Jake,” she sighed happily as her eyes got wet, “you silly fool! I meant every word of that too!” she exclaimed as she caressed my cheek and smiled up at me. “I’ve done all that DP stuff, and you know what? I’d love to do it again, but not with another man. What man could even come close to measuring up to you? None! But I’d love to be DP’d with a toy or a strap-on with you and one of the girls. Now that would turn me on, my sexy man,” she purred.

“Oh? I think we can arrange that ... I’m assuming that you got a strap-on when you guys bought all the toys?” I asked as my cock leaped at the thought.

“Mmm-hmm, we sure did, Sparky, we got five of ‘em and doubles of every attachment they had,” she answered with a horny giggle. “Some are fucking huge too!”

“Mmm, we’ll have to play with them tonight...”

“No, not tonight, Jake, please...”

“Why not?”

“Maria needs you. I was going to ask that if you hadn’t already chosen someone to spend their solo night with you that you’d pick her. She missed out on spending quality time with you right after she admitted her love to you for the first time because you got attacked. I can see that she’s hurting for you even though she’s trying to hide it. It’d make her year if you asked her and really romanced her, Bro,” Abby said beseechingly.

“Okay. Yeah, I really like that idea. I’ll get fuckface and his slut wife to make up the room all special, candles, champagne, fresh fruit, soft music...”

“Mmm, now I’m gonna get jealous,” she smirked as she started to kiss down my chest. “She’ll love it, and we’ll all be happy for her. Jake, show her how much you love her.”

“I’ll get them to fill that monstrosity of a bathtub. I bet if we started filling it now, it’d be ready by bedtime,” I said with a chuckle.

“You do know that it has special faucets, right?” she laughed at me as she started nipping on my nipples.

“Really?”

“Uh, duh! Regular taps would take forever to fill it, just like you said! It’d be cold by the time that happened, dumb-dumb! It should fill in about twenty minutes the way it is.”

“Oh,” I smiled sheepishly. “So answer me this, know it all. How come rich people seem to want to shit together?”

“What?” she asked as she stopped nuzzling my chest, her brow furrowing in puzzlement.

“You know! In every expensive hotel room that we’ve stayed in, and now in this mansion, they have two toilets right next to each other! What’s up with that? Would you want to shit next to me? Or anyone? That’s just gross!”

Abby stared up at me, her expression unreadable for a few seconds before she suddenly burst out laughing so hard that she dropped down onto her asscheeks and then fell to her side, holding her belly as she howled.

“What!?” I asked, confused at what she found so funny.

That only made her laugh even harder as her face turned beet red, and she started to roll back and forth, clutching at herself. I’d never seen her lose her shit this bad; it was as if I’d just told her the world’s funniest joke. I just stood there feeling perplexed as I watched her slowly calm down—now she was only bursting out in sporadic chuckles every few seconds like bubbles bursting up from the depths of her belly.

Finally, after a few minutes, she wiped her eyes and just grinned up at me, the water of the shower pattering down upon her and beading on her naked skin.

“It’s a bidet, Doofus,” she said, cracking up a bit again.

“A bidet? What the fucks a bidet?”

“Oh, man, my stomach muscles hurt, Bro! Holy fuck was that funny! And no, I wouldn’t want to shit next to you or anyone else for that matter!” she chuckled again with her grin so large that she’d make the Cheshire cat jealous. “A bidet is where you wash your asshole after you take a dump, or girls can wash their pussies if they’re not fresh, Bro. You’ve never heard of it? It’s a European thing; it has nozzles that shoot water up so that you can clean yourself,” she giggled now as she sat up.

“Oh,” I replied, feeling foolish. “Thanks for telling me, I guess,” I laughed. “Much better than two people shitting together. I kept picturing two old rich fuckers holding hands as they crapped together.”

“You’re a real dummy, sometimes,” she smiled as she reached out her hands for me to help pull her up, “but you’re MY dummy, and I love you,” she purred.

“Mmm, good, I love you too, Snowflake, even if you laugh at me. Now, how about you turn around and put your hands up against the wall. That’s it—line up so that one of the sprays is hitting your clit ... perfect,” I told her as she gently moaned. “I’m going to fuck my sexy, hot little sister deep in her ass. After, you can use the bidet to clean out my nasty brother jizz...”

“Mmm, sounds like a plan, lover!” she replied, as she steadied herself against the wall for me.

I wandered down the long, extravagantly decorated hallway, with its fresh, strategically placed flowers, bright, airy bay windows, and intriguing masterfully crafted paintings, whistling with my good mood. Abby was off getting dressed after having just taken a load in her tight sexy little ass and, after washing me quite thoroughly first, another down her throat. Time for some breakfast, and if it was as good as what Alejandra had made the previous two days, I was in for a treat.

This house was so massive that there were strategic intercoms placed throughout. I decided to give it a try and startled myself as I heard my voice squawk out everywhere at once; it sounded much louder than I’d expected. I asked everyone to meet up in the breakfast nook, although calling it a ‘chamber’ would be more apt for its size.

I continued whistling as I lumbered down the wide golden oak staircase that led from the second floor down to the main. Smaller staircases at either end of the residence led up to the third floor and the attic. Just as in many mansions, this grand staircase was smack dab in the middle of the house, had a twenty-foot high ceiling, and was the first thing that visitors saw when they entered.

The two-second floor hallways that ran north and south met under a series of large casement windows that let in the rising sun every morning. Eight steps led down to a sizeable landing that had a sitting couch with reading tables on either side; there, the stairs turned ninety degrees, forming a giant tee, then went straight down another fifteen steps to the main entrance hall. I glanced up at the skylights above and marveled at the massive crystal chandelier again. I bet it was the real deal—Swarovski, most likely—but hey, what did I know.

“Hey, Boss,” Brock called out from behind me just as I was crossing the marble-floored foyer. I paused as he came hustling up. “I was mentioning to Alan last night that you were wanting some silver bullets. He said that if you bought him the mold and an electric casting furnace that he’d be glad to make as many as you wanted, provided you have the silver for it.”

“Really! Sweet!” I exclaimed, feeling quite happily surprised. I had all but given up on the idea of them. I pulled a ten-thousand-dollar stack out of my pocket and pushed it into Brock’s hands as we walked through the opulence of the main dining room and continued heading towards the breakfast room via the kitchen. “Here, give him this, tell him to take one of Jacob’s cars...”

“Any of them?” he interrupted with a grin.

“Yeah—if I was in his shoes, I’d take the Lambo,” I grinned back, “as long as he doesn’t drive stupid with it and get in trouble. We don’t need the distraction of me needing to rescue my employees from overzealous traffic cops! Tell him that I said to buy whatever he needs and that perhaps the pawnshops might be the easiest way to get enough silver in bulk so that he doesn’t end up running around too much for it. I don’t care how much he spends.”

Jacob Smidts was an avid car collector, as we’d discovered in his massive multi-car garage that was hidden skillfully away behind a series of enormous hedge walls. He had twenty-two classics spreading from the 1930s up until the 1980s.

“Okay, you got it, Boss. Oh, and I had an idea about how we could fix it so that we could still use the Limo if you wanted.”

We passed through the double doors into the gargantuan-sized kitchen. Wonderful smells immediately assailed my nose. Damn, that Alejandra sure could cook! I wondered what she had whipped up for us today.

“Oh? That’d be awesome. I just bloody well bought the damn thing, and I sure as Hell would love to be able to keep using it!”

“Good morning, Jake!” Alejandra greeted me brightly from near the stove, flashing me a happy smile. “And Brock,” she added politely.

“Good morning! It smells divine in here! My stomach was just starting to growl! What deliciousness have you created for us today?” I asked as my eyes stared eagerly over at the stovetop and preparation counter.

“Eggs benedict with asparagus, and thinly sliced black forest ham, smothered in a classic Hollandaise sauce, served on an open-faced English muffin. There’s also plenty of fresh fruit with custard cream and fried spiced potatoes and onions.”