The Phantom's return
By: Theladycroft (theladycroft@hotmail.com)
Ok, I know a few have been waiting a long time for another Jamie and Steve story and it's finally finished! This is a continuation in the "phantom" series. I will continue the others ones, just be patient with me. I do appreciate my readers telling me what they liked and what they didn't. Enjoy!kiss, kiss
TLCxxx
Jamie opened her eyes as the sunlight shone brightly through the half open curtains in the bedroom window. She was alone; Steve was away on business and wouldn't be back until the next morning. She looked over at the clock; it was already 10:05 am. She forced herself out of bed, and headed for the bathroom to wash up and brush her teeth. Mmmmmm it had been a great dream - not a fantasy, but reliving one of her most erotic episodes with Steve.
She had slept in the nude, as usual, and enjoyed the feeling of the cool morning air as it hardened her nipples even further. She closed her eyes as she rubbed them, wishing it were Steve's hands on them. She forced herself to focus, as she knew she had chores she wanted to accomplish before her husband got home. She liked everything to be perfect when he came home. Although he always showed his appreciation for her efforts with a little extra attention in bed, Jamie did it mostly out of the deep and unconditional love they had for each other.
As she washed, she took the time to admire her naked body, as she often did. She was understandably proud of her body... large firm breasts topped with brown nipples that seemed perpetually hard, a smooth flat stomach that she watched religiously for any sign of softness, and her crowning glory - a heart shaped ass that made grown men gasp aloud and babble like school boys. It was an asset that Jamie loved to use to her advantage, and usually dressed to accent it.
As she made her way into the living room, she threw on an boy-cut pair of panties with just a short tee shirt over them. She stopped at the stereo, put on a little music and lit a cigarette. She also lit candles, cracked the window, and dropped the thermostat temperature so that the cigarette smoke would be gone by the time Steve got back. Although she had agreed to quit smoking when they had started dating, it was a habit she was unable to get rid of. But it was so hard not to smoke, especially after sex - even if it was just with herself.
She rested her cigarette down on the crystal ashtray that was sitting on the coffee table ?just for decoration' as she told Steve. Little did she know that Steve was well aware of her cigarette habit, right down to the fact that she bought a pack every two weeks, and even knew where she bought them. The teenaged clerk at the corner store always was anxious to share his impression of Jamie's beauty with Steve whenever he stopped in. "Your wife is one fine woman, Steve... Let me know if you ever get tired of her" was the typical joke. Steve always smiled politely, "I'll keep you informed Justin" was his standard reply. He knew there was a long line of guys like Justin with illusions of bedding Jamie down, whether or not they were together.
She took the clothes out of the dryer, relishing the warm feeling against her body, and folded them before putting them away. Steve was always helping around the house, and often washed and put his own clothes away. As often as she asked him not to, because she loved to do things for him, he always smiled and gave the same reply. "It leaves you with more time for me Babydoll." For that reason, she always took advantage of it when he traveled to do this for him.
She smiled as she folded his boxers in a pile, giggling as she took the time to smell them. They always had the same combination of fabric softener and maleness about them that she found incredibly sexy. She finished folding his socks as well, and decided to put them in his dresser. He had so much clothes that there was never any space for them in his drawers, so she always kept a spare laundry basket on the floor in his closet. As she closed the doors, something hanging out of the pocket of his cashmere topcoat caught her attention. "What in the world...?" she wondered aloud as she pulled at it.
At first the item in her hand didn't register, then the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. She literally staggered from the closet, to the living room where she hastily lit another cigarette with shaking hands. She took a deep drag and tried to comprehend what she had discovered, and the deeper meaning behind it. She stared at the incriminating evidence in her hand -the mask, the phantom mask from the party!
At first she was shocked... she couldn't believe it. It had been Steve all along! It was him that had fingered her at the party - although he had feigned anger and then spanked her because of it! A thousand thoughts ran through her mind as she replayed the events of that night in her head. Her mind was reeling, until she realized one undeniable fact. Instead of being upset with Steve's deception, she was incredibly aroused. There was no denying that her pussy was drooling now, just thinking about the lengths her husband had gone to in his erotic charade. It was just like him to pull off such an incredible sexual adventure, she thought, almost angry that she hadn't realized it was him before now. She was once again struck by the thought that Steve was, without a doubt, the sexiest man she had ever met!
Just as she began to get a notion of hopping back in bed and finishing what she had started earlier, her thoughts were interrupted with the ring of the phone.
"Hello?"
"Jamie?" Jamie's smile was quickly wiped off her face; she thought it would be Steve, but it wasn't. She quickly put up a front to hide her disappointment.
`Hi Bill... how are you honey?' Although her sadness must have been evident, Jamie still had a flirtatious way of calling everyone she knew ?honey' or ?love` if she was feeling particularly naughty. The habit drove Steve nuts, not because of jealousy, but because he knew how men thought, and that such titles of affection encouraged them.
"Is Steve around?" he continued. Jamie knew Bill from the Halloween party, and they had become friendly since. He seemed to have quite a bit of business with Steve since then, although she wasn't sure exactly what it entailed before, she had a pretty good idea of it now.
"Sorry love, Steve is away and will be back tomorrow, I thought you knew that?"
"It must have slipped my mind. It's too bad his sexy lovely wife is all alone" he teased. She giggled as she always did when men flirted with her.
Still feeling aroused from her thoughts, Jamie couldn't resist teasing him a little. "Let's just say I can't wait for him to get back," she almost moaned. Then abruptly added, "Oh... and by the way, I know the phantom is not only a story, you fibber!" She knew Bill must have told them that story because Steve had wanted to make everything more exciting. There was a long pause and she knew immediately that he knew... but there were a few loose ends.
"Steve told you?" he laughed nervously.
"Actually, I just now found out, so he doesn't know that I know" then added in her little girl voice, "and please don't tell him... I want to have some more fun with this before I tell him," she giggled again. As Bill listened to the incredible sexy creature on the other end of the line, he envied Steve with all his being. Not only was she an incredibly beautiful wonderful woman, she was someone who loved him beyond words, and someone who thought that him fooling her into believing she was molested by the phantom was sexy! His lust for her was almost unbearable ever since he had met her, but now it went into overdrive. He could barely speak, and the front of his pants was tented out by his erection. He reached in and began to slowly stroke it, breathing even more heavily. He knew he wouldn't last long, and he would give himself away if he didn't cut it short and get off the phone.
"Ok Hon, anyways I will call him tomorrow, take care" there was a click of the phone. She stared at the phone wondering what had just happened. Bill was an odd man, and she worried that he would tell Steve that she found out about the phantom before she could find a way to use it to her advantage. "Oh well", she giggled as she thought, "I guess I will have to find another way to improvise on our fun".
The phone rang again less than a minute later, so she assumed it was Bill again. She decided to tease him even more.
"Hello again... decided that you couldn't stay away?"
"Ah my babydoll, I only hope whoever you were expecting is gone before I get home." Steve's voice at the other end brought a huge smile to Jamie's face.
"Steven baby, I miss you so much" she practically squealed with joy, and then she played along with him. "Oh, and don't worry honey, I'll be all yours - by then." They both laughed heartily at their mutual game, made even funnier by both of their certainties that the other was completely devoted only to them.
"You have no idea how much I miss you too babydoll, I can't wait to come home and have my way with you" he teased. "Me too!" she purred back. " When will you be back honey?"
"Most probably tomorrow morning at 10, if I speed to the airport, although there is a slim hope I can get out earlier. You know I will make it back as early as I can. By the way, I have a surprise for you" he teased her as he always did. Jamie alternately hated surprises, but loved that Steve enjoyed them.
"You do??" She sounded like a little kid waiting for a doll, Steve thought to himself, and smiled at the idea. "I will call you again tonight, my love and let you know my plans for sure. And no, I am not telling you what the surprise is... but you will love it!"
"But honey, just give me a little hint? Time goes by so slowly when you are away." then added teasingly, "and I get so lonely, baby." They both laughed again at the running joke. "No and you can't begin to imagine how much I miss you my love, now kiss me!"
Jamie pressed her lips together and kissed the receiver.
"Mmmm, that's my girl... now try to be good and I'll talk to you later, babydoll"
"I'll try honey... bye!" she giggled some more as she hung up the phone.
Jamie spent the rest of the day cleaning and doing what she called her "self-improvement routine"; showering, paying extra close attention to her smooth pussy as she shaved, slathering her smooth sexy body with lotions and creams, plucking any stray eyebrows. No detail was too small whenever Steve was gone more than a day, and she loved looking like a doll the minute he walked through the door. She was wearing just her favorite silk kimono as she was finishing her nails, 2 color coats and a clear coat as always. As she crossed the room to put her polish away, there was a ring at the door.
She didn't give her attire even a second thought as she went to answer the door; it was probably just Kimberly returning the shoes she borrowed, she wasn't expecting anyone else. As she opened the door, the delivery guy's eyes looked as though they would spring from his head when he saw Jamie. His eyes lingered as they ran from her gorgeous face, down past the half opened robe barely covering the round globes of her partially exposed breasts, the tight abs and the long legs. Her freshly painted toes completed the picture of his ideal woman, and for just a second he allowed himself a small glimmer of hope that she was one of those ?lonely housewives' he read so much about but had never actually encountered.
"Wow" was all he could manage before he immediately turned red, a reaction Jamie was very familiar with, and she smiled in an amused fashion. He just stood there for a few seconds before she snapped him from his daze, "Yes... can I help you?" she asked.
"What? Oh, these are for you... you are Jamie, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am actually." she answered and he thrust the box into her hands and quickly turned to walk away.
Jamie called him back,
"Wait, um.... I'm sorry Hon, I didn't get your name."
"Its T-T-Tommy, ma'am" he stuttered in reply, literally having to force the words from his mouth. "Tommy" she repeated teasingly, "please let me give you a little tip for your trouble." One thing Steve always insisted was that they tip all delivery people that came to their house, almost to the point of insisting if they declined. But Tommy was not about to decline anything that allowed him to be with this gorgeous woman even one second longer. He stared at her long legs as she crossed the room to get her purse, from the gold ankle bracelet which made her seem even sexier, to the incredibly well shaped ass barely concealed under the thin kimono. He blushed furiously as he could feel his teenaged cock quickly hardening in his Levis.
He actually heard himself gasp as she turned back toward him, placed the purse on the coffee table and leaned down to retrieve the cash. As the robe gapped open a little further, even more of her magnificent breasts were exposed. It was a matter of an inch more and they would be completely exposed to his hungry view. He silently willed the robe apart, but his prayer went unanswered as Jamie stood back up. It was still another few seconds before he realized she was looking at him, and managed to meet her eyes with his. She was smiling when his eyes finally did reach her face, "Thank you Tommy" she teased him again. He turned and practically ran as he hastily made his way to the truck and sped away, muttering to himself "Idiot, you are."
Jamie was still laughing as she opened the box, but was suddenly perplexed. Inside there were a dozen long stemmed red roses, and although most women would find them gorgeous, she thought it was a little odd and very unlike Steven. Every time he sent her roses, he sent her thirteen and not twelve like this. "One for the future." he would always say. And they were never red, always blue, her favorite color. "Red is so trite!" It was then she noticed there was also a note inside the box.
She smiled as she read it, "The phantom is back in town! Join me at the old Orpheum theatre at 8, and wear something appropriately sexy". She smiled once more, as she looked the flowers over. She quickly realized the purpose of the switch; after all he was trying to be sexy and mysterious, she imagined. She thought of what he said "I have a surprise for you", he probably didn't want to make his plan too obvious, such a clever man. She put the flowers in water and headed for the bedroom to dress. She was going to knock his socks off tonight.
Meanwhile, the sales ladies in Tiffany's practically clawed each other's eyes out, each wanting to be the one that waited on Steve. Finally a tall slim brunette with a low cut top approached him directly, "Can I help you with something?" She lowered her head and lifted her gaze to him and whispered, "Anything you need; my name is Crystal." Her pose was obviously intended to encourage him to look at her heaving lace-enclosed breasts. Steve smiled patiently at her obvious flirtatious ways and deliberately with his left hand pointed to the window.
"I would like to see the Chanel necklace".
The point was obvious; she immediately saw his wedding band. The saleslady pulled out the shiny C's hanging on a necklace. She was visibly impressed with his taste, "This is their newest; they're all diamonds".
"I know, and it's perfect. I'll take it." He decided without a moment's hesitation.
"For someone special?" she asked, and he knew immediately what she was insinuating; She was asking if he had a mistress or, more succinctly, if he wanted one.
"Yes, for my wife." was the obviously heartfelt reply.
Although Crystal was quite attractive, about Jamie's age, and very well built, he barely noticed her; except perhaps as a minor annoyance in his quest to get the perfect gift for his wife. The saleslady wrapped it up and he paid. As he was leaving, he noticed she had handed him her telephone number on the bill, and winked salaciously at him. He laughed at her juvenile attempt to seduce him, and in turn handed the number to the pimply doorman as he made his way out of the store. He said he was ?cupid's messenger' for a shy lonely sales clerk. When he pointed out Crystal at the Chanel counter, she waved back at him, and the doorman thrust the number in his pocket.
He paid the cabbie extra to weave through the downtown traffic to his hotel, where he packed quickly but efficiently. He hurried back to the waiting cab, without the usual friendly banter with the doorman - although he did pause to slip him a $20 bill for the usual excellent service. He was able to close the deal a day early and was lucky enough to catch a plane on the stand by list for the last flight home tonight. He was confident that between his platinum level frequent flyer status and his charm, he would be almost guaranteed a seat on the flight. It was all falling in place for his planned surprise for Jamie, and he was sure she would love everything he had in store for her, for the love of his life.
Jamie sprayed a vanilla scented edible body spray all over her body before she dressed; it was Steve's favorite. She then picked out a tiny pink lace thong panty and its matching lace demi-cup bra. At each step she would pause to admire her reflection, smile, and then continue. She slipped on her shortest jean skirt and white low cut v-neck top. She was undecided about her shoes at first, so she deliberated in her mind as she put on her makeup. She finally decided to forgo the garter and thigh highs, and instead slipped on a pair of her tallest white high heels. She gave the mirror one last look before leaving her and Steve's home for their adventure. "Oh Mr. Alexander, you will get everything you deserve tonight", she winked at her reflection. "Hopefully, so will I" she giggled back.
She pulled up to the theatre but there were no cars in sight, and it seemed to be boarded up tightly. She wondered where Steve could have parked his car? She wasn't surprised it wasn't there; he might have even taken a cab and left his Saab at the airport. She knew he wouldn't give himself away this early in the game, not her Steven, and she smiled at the thought.
Jamie wasn't surprised to find the door partially open; it was a detail Steve would never overlook. "Hello?" her voice echoed through the theatre. It looked so empty since they had last been here, Steve and she. She was surprised at the pervasive darkness; it had been years since it had been open. She looked towards the big empty dance floor and remembered dancing with the phantom at the party, and she tingled as the memories came flooding back.
She noticed a small table in the middle of the dance floor as she approached it, but couldn't quite discern what was on it. As she got closer she was startled by a dim spotlight as it snapped on, illuminating only the table. Apparently it had been set to come on automatically, drawing her in; clever man, she thought again. Now she could see clearly the contents of the table and realized it was a red rose with a piece of linen stationery. Next to those was a bottle of champagne and 2 glasses, one of which was already poured for her. She had shared enough bottles with her husband to recognize a bottle of Dom Perignon when she saw. She picked up the full glass and raised it to her lips as she read the label, "Dom, ?96 of course." She chuckled to herself, although the bitter aftertaste made her pause before taking another sip. "Must be a spoiled bottle," she thought, but she would never show her husband the slightest thing was amiss as she took another sip.
As a reflex she picked up the paper only, leaving the red rose where it had been placed. That was how much she didn't care for them. As she focused on the note, she felt someone watching her; she looked up to the darkness of the balcony but saw nothing. Perhaps it was a trick of the darkness, just a shadow. As she went back to the note, she read "Welcome Jamie, please enjoy the champagne. I will join you shortly." She was confused but intrigued; Steve really went all out this time. She looked around and admired the grand old theatre. As she reminisced about the Halloween party, and the Phantom, she could feel the excitement growing in her loin as she took another sip. By the time her thoughts shifted back to the present, her drink was already gone and her panties were damp.
"Jamie" said a voice in the darkness. She saw what seemed to be another shadow but her eyes were unfocused; the darkness was probably getting to her she thought.
"Steven?"
But there was no answer. She blinked a few times, she felt as if she was starting to feel drunk. "On one glass of champagne?" She questioned herself. "Impossible!" She called out to him again, her voice a mixture of fear and growing excitement, "Baby, is that you?"
"Yes Jamie, its me" said the voice in the darkness. He appeared, the masked man, the phantom. She couldn't see him clearly but she smiled. Her Steven was back, and she couldn't be more thrilled. As she looked at his masked face, he looked different somehow. Then it dawned on her, even through the haze, "Bill...?"
It wasn't her Steven after all, and her head was swimming with questions. Certainly Steve would not involve another man in what seemed to be an erotic adventure meant for them only? How could he?? Bill sensed her displeasure and spoke slowly to her, or was it just her that was hearing it that way? "Steve asked me to meet you here, he'll be along momentarily" he spoke, his voice distorted somehow. "He also asked me to give this to you, so you can wear it for him." He reached into his pocket and drew out a long gold chain with a crystal on the end.
Bill twisted the crystal back and forth in his fingers, as it sparkled in the spotlight and reflected the light back into her eyes. Jamie's eyes were drawn to it like a magnet; it seemed to suck all of the rest of the light from the room. He spoke slowly and softly, "Look at the crystal Jamie, isn't it lovely? Watch it closely, don't look away."
Jamie could hear her voice, but it seemed to come from someone else, "yes, it is lovely." Her eyes glued to the sparkling pendent, she could feel her eyelids begin to droop. She was thinking to herself, "this can't be right; I slept late today, I can't be tired already." But Bill's soft voice assured her "Its ok Jamie, you feel tired... it`s ok to close your eyes, but you must remain focused on my voice...do you understand?" She felt her eyes closed, and again the voice that sounded like hers answered him, "I understand."
"You will listen to me, and you will obey me Jamie. No matter what I tell you, you will be unable to deny me... do you understand?" His voice was so distorted now; it seemed almost like one of those characters in a cheesy horror film, but she responded to it "yes I understand".
"Good girl, listen closely Jamie..."
Meanwhile, Steven looked at the beautiful necklace he had purchased for Jamie while he sped home in his Saab. He was really pushing the limits, almost begging to be pulled over, he was that anxious to be home. He couldn't wait to give the necklace to his wife, his babydoll. ``She will love it`` he thought. Not just because it was beautiful and expensive, but just because he had bought it for her. She was always so appreciative of gifts, no matter what they were or how small, and that made him want to shower her with gifts, always.
As he pulled up to the house, Steve immediately noticed Jamie's car was missing. While he thought it odd, his next thought was "she's probably out shopping" he chuckled. "Lord knows Jamie can shop like a pro". As he walked up the path, he saw that the usual light weren't left on, and it was then he began to worry. Jamie was a creature of habits, and always left a very specific pattern of lights on if she expected to be returning to the house alone. He glanced at his Rolex and immediately he knew something was amiss. Only for a split second, he found himself wondering if she had another lover. He tried to force the thought from his mind as preposterous, but panic had already begun to set in, and he hoped to God he was right about his young wife.
He clutched his carry-on in one hand and his briefcase in the other and rushed into the house. There was no sign of her in the house and no note; he dropped the bags in the kitchen and called out to her with no response. The routine of picking up the mail from the table in the hallway and forcing himself to look at it seemed to calm him somewhat, but it was when he reached the bedroom that the true dread sent him reeling. Although it was faint, he could still smell her vanilla body spray that lingered in the air. She never wore that scent unless she was with him, she loved the way he would always lick it off her body, inch by inch. He immediately went for the telephone and frantically dialed the number of her cell phone. His panic went into overdrive when he heard it ring inside the house; she had left her cell phone at home. It was completely out of character for her, she only did that when they were together. He was gripped with the convinced awareness that something was definitely and completely off.
Bill's voice was all Jamie could hear, and she focused only on what he was saying, "When I tell you to open your eyes, you will... and instead of seeing me, you will see only Steve. When I speak, you will hear only Steve's voice... and the only touch you feel will be Steve's touch... it will even be his scent you smell... do you understand me Jamie?" Jamie knew what was happening to her, but was powerless to resist it. "Yes, I understand." Those familiar with hypnosis say that it is impossible to hypnotize the unwilling, and for this reason Bill had chosen his words carefully. He knew that more than anything, Jamie wanted to see Steve, feel him, and even smell him. His plan was working to perfection, and his arousal was growing. "One last thing, Jamie... my touch will drive you wild with desire, and you cum every time I tell you too, no matter how often... do you understand." She could feel herself growing excited for no apparent reason, and heard her voice again answer, "Yes, I understand."
"Open your eyes Jamie, I have been waiting a long time for this." said the distant voice. As she opened her eyes, she heard a soft classical melody playing, and she tried to focus but couldn't at first. Then she saw him... "Steven! My love... but what is happening? You have put a spell on me..." Her subconscious was rebelling against the suggestions he had planted, and he had to act quickly.
"No baby, you just had too much to drink... its ok, I'm here now."
She smiled and pulled him close to her, kissing him deeply. Her mind recognized his smell, her mouth felt his tongue slide inside it, and her body recognized his hands on her. She was with her husband at last, and surrendered completely to him.
He broke the kiss, as he had other more pressing matters to get to. "I have wanted you since the first time I ever laid eyes on you!" the phantom approached her and she didn't pull away, her body instead drawn to him. Her confused mind was telling her something was wrong but she couldn't do anything about it, besides Steve would take care of her, she thought. He practically ripped her top in his haste to get it off of her, and then his hands began to maul her firm breast as he thrust his tongue back in her mouth. Then he pulled the front of her lace bra down exposing her succulent brown nipples, which he immediately latched onto with his mouth. He tore the bra from her completely, then licked, sucked, and bit at her breasts until her nipples were sore, but fully erect with desire.
The phantom reached for Jamie and pulled her close to him, so she could feel his erection pressed up against her. She moaned softly and rubbed seductively against it as he whispered in her ear.
``Tonight I will show you what real ecstasy is like."
His hands lingered as they slid up under her skirt, slowly feeling her long smooth legs, and her firm round ass, and then he slowly slid her panties down until they dropped to her feet. She eagerly stepped out of them, and spread her legs for him.
``What's happening Steven?" said Jamie distantly.
"Everything and anything we want, my love" and she moaned at the answer. He took her in his arms, carried her the short distance to a large table that seemed to her to have appeared from nowhere. He laid her down with her skirt hiked up over her hips. She lay there, helpless, dazed, in a state of confusion, but fully and obviously aroused. He gazed at her half naked body, staring at her beautifully shaved pussy. He had fantasized about her since the first time he saw her pussy while she had sucked Steve but now, tonight she was his to do as he pleased and she would not remember a thing. He slowly parted her legs, leaving her totally vulnerable to his gaze.
"Ahh... at long last! Let me see that pretty pussy" he whispered to her as he leaned toward it. He inhaled deeply, and smelling her strong feminine scent, she was aroused. His thumb found her tiny clit and he pressed on it, massaging it gently.
"Steven... take me, my love!" she whispered. He stopped for a second, "how could she always be thinking of him?" he thought.
"Tonight, there is no Steven" he replied angrily.
``No Steven?" She asked, her confusion mounting.
"NO! There is no Steven, Jamie... just you and the phantom..."
"Mmmm yes... the phantom" she moaned. He opened up her thighs a little more and inhaled again. He had never seen a woman so beautiful, and although she was much younger than he was, he knew she would be a beautiful woman till the day she died. He had never thought he could do what he was doing, deceive someone this way but he couldn't help himself. Jamie was like no other woman he had ever met. His thumb rubbed the tiny button and she moaned again, louder and harder, her hands drawing his head to her. `That's a good girl" he moved his mouth closer to her now dripping wet cunt, gently exhaling his hot panting breath on to her. ``Jamie, now I'm going to make you feel soooo good``.
His finger slid between her pussy lips feeling her wetness and he spread it all around her pussy.
`You've been a very naughty girl Jamie!"
"Ì have?" she whispered enjoying all the things he was doing to her.
"Yes Jamie, you're all wet."
The bulge in his pants was almost too much for him to bear, he thought he might drop his pants and fuck her senseless right then and there, but he knew he had to be careful. He slid his finger inside her as his lips latched on to her clit and sucked gently.
"You want to cum now, don't you Jamie?" She was only able to utter a simple ``uh huh`` between the moans. ``Not yet Jamie, not just yet`` His tongue licked up and down her slit and finally thrust deep into her, Jamie arched her back and moaned `Mmmmm``
``You like getting your cunt licked don't you Jamie, tell me how much you like it`` Jamie didn't answer, she just thrust her hips forward to meet his mouth but he pulled back.
``Tell me Jamie or I won't eat your nasty little pussy!"
``Why do you torture me like this Steven?" She asked in defeat. "Please, please lick and suck my pussy, pleeeeeease" A huge smile covered Bill's face as it was buried in her tender snatch. He was rougher this time and she jumped up as his 2 fingers plunged deep inside her.
"Just relax baby...relax" his licks were softer now but targeted toward her hot button, as his fingers developed a steady in and out rhythm. ``Cum for me, doll`` the mere words, combined with his persistent hands and tongue, drove her careening over the edge and her legs squeezed him tightly as her body convulsed in a powerful orgasm.
Steve had arrived home and found it suspicious that Jamie's car was not in the driveway. His mind raced. He had always feared that she would go out looking for something, someone else. He always pushed those thought out of his head, although his Jamie was a very flirtatious woman who loved adventure, she wasn't the type who would settle if she were unhappy. He had tried to give her everything and anything she needed, and more. As he walked around the house, he still smelled the vanilla scent. He had a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach, as she always wore that scent only before their lovemaking, and she did it to entice his senses.
The flowers resting on the counter now caught his attention, and he wondered why he hadn't noticed them earlier. He walked over to them, the sickening feeling completely taking over now. He read the card and panicked. The phantom? How could the phantom write her a note when he was the phantom? "Oh my God... Bill", he gasped in sudden realization. He remembered how eager Bill was to play the phantom, how he had taken it a little too far, especially watching them backstage and pressing up against her on the dance floor. Steve hadn't made a big deal out of it at the time; Jamie had that affect on all men. But this time, he had gone too far. Steve went to the study where he retrieved a Glock 9mm from the safe and removed the safety lock before he rushed out of the house.
"That's it Jamie, let me taste your sweet honey" Jamie's body tensed and Bill felt her orgasm's beginning. He licked her cunt with wild abandon, wanting to taste the pure essence of her, all of it. "That's it Jamie, cum all over my face!" he moaned as he drove his tongue deeply inside of her overflowing pussy.
"MMMM yesssss.... YESSSSSSS!!!" Jamie screamed as her body continued her wild convulsions as she came over and over again in Bill's mouth, on his tongue, and on his face. She clutched his head and held his face tightly against her cunt, taking him a little by surprise. It was such an intense orgasm; he had never seen anything like it in all his limited experience with women, or even in the hottest porno he had ever bought.
She collapsed back on the table and he whispered to her, "How was that darling?" She smiled to herself, her eyes still closed.
"Mmmmmm ...amazing!" But he wasn't done with his lovely prize just yet and began to unbuckle his pants.
"Perfect my baby... then I'm sure you're anxious to return the favor, aren't you Jamie. From what I've seen, I'm sure you're good at sucking cock... aren't you, my little cocksucker?"
Even in her daze, Jamie thought it was odd the way Steve was speaking to her but she replied to his questions. "Yes, baby...I'm incredible at it... you know that." He made his way over to her face and let his pants fall to the floor exposing his full erection. It was less than 6 inches and kind of thin, but in Jamie's confused mind she saw Steve's thick 8-inch cock throbbing in front of her and she moaned with desire.
He grabbed his cock and positioned it close to her mouth "look at what you do to me Jamie, naughty girl!" Bill moaned at the feel of her skin on his. Her eyes were wide open and her desire was readily apparent. "Steve is one lucky son of a bitch. I always wondered why he barely even glances at other women. Did you know that he has women throwing themselves at him constantly? And the worst part is he turns them down, can you believe it? I never understood why, until I saw you... but even then, a man needs variety. But tonight, now I get it". Bill was being sensitive, almost emotional. He snapped out of it before he lost his nerve to continue. He planned to have all of her tonight. He was tapping on her lush full lips lightly with his erection, as he commanded her, "Open your mouth Jamie".
She complied with his demands and quickly lifted her arms, and her tiny hands grabbed hold of his seemingly large cock and she her mouth opened willingly. As soon as his cock slid all the way in, she stopped. "What's wrong Jamie?" Bill was beginning to get paranoid; afraid that the suggestions he had planted were wearing off.
"Steven, something's wrong". Her subconscious had realized it wasn't her husband's cock. He wondered how many times she had sucked him for her to notice the difference even now in her delusional state.
He had to act quickly, he wanted release, he wanted her to suck him off and there was no way she was going to spoil it now. "You must be drunk Jamie, you usually love sucking my cock, why not tonight?" Jamie didn't reply; she was confused between her eyes and her mind. "Have you been unfaithful to me Jamie... and now you are making excuses not to suck my cock?" She grabbed him again and placed him at the opening of her mouth "No baby, never...I'm sorry. Let me taste you". Bill smiled at himself, pleased by his own cleverness. He completely let go and let her suck him to the best of her ability; he knew this would be the best blowjob he ever got.
He marveled at the sight before him. His hard cock slipping in and out of her sensual mouth, her skirt hiked up over her hips, her pussy exposed. With her hand she guided his manhood deep inside her mouth and throat and sucked him like she usually did Steve. As much as he wanted to just lay back and enjoy the blowjob, he couldn't keep his hands to himself. He placed a hand between her open legs and rubbed her pussy, his thumb pressed hard against her engorged clit. The sensation caused her to moan as she sucked him, and he savored the vibrations of her mouth on his swollen cock. The tip of her tongue circled the tip of his cock and she tasted his precum; she was driving him crazy. In his excitement, he rubbed her clit; faster, harder, and she was soaked. He was anxious to make her cum again.
He stopped touching her long enough to slip his cock out of her mouth and replace it with his balls. "Suck my balls Jamie," he demanded. Even in her daze, she thought Steve was acting strange, he never asked for this; he always let her blow him the way she wanted. But she went along with it anyway. She opened her mouth and stretched out her full lips around his balls and took them in her mouth. Instead of the raisins she was actually feeling, her mind felt Steve's swollen plum sized balls, and she sucked and licked them eagerly. His head tilted back he moaned "Ahhhhh... God yesss... that's it you little cunt, suck my balls". He stepped back a little and placed his cock inside her mouth again. "Suck it for all you're worth, my little cocksucker" She opened wide and let it slip inside again, this time she lifted her head up to help herself take control. But as she did, his hands grabbed a handful of hair in each, now controlling her head to a rough back and forth motion. Finally he held her head still and began to simply ram his cock in and out, his dick raping her mouth. In her confusion though, she actually welcomed it, and her lips had a tight lock on the invading cock. By now he had stopped touching her, he couldn't enjoy it if he was busy molesting her. She tried to resist the feel of the feel of the strange penis in her mouth, but couldn't. "Don't even think about it, you cunt... just suck it!"
He jammed his cock in her clutching mouth to the hilt repeatedly, until his cock touched her palate and she gagged; she tried to pull away and stop, but couldn't. By now she knew something was terribly wrong but there was nothing she could do about it. He continued to roughly fuck her mouth, until she felt him tense up and knew he was about to cum. In a sudden moment of clarity, she roughly pulled his cock away and turned her face to the other side. It was too late for him to stop, and he held onto his cock as it erupted, "ohhhh Goddddd" he screamed as he exploded in his most powerful orgasm of his life, and spurt after spurt of his molten load shot out and onto Jamie's beautiful face.
Infuriated at being denied his prize, he screamed at her "you're gonna pay for that one you little cunt". Jamie was exhausted, she felt as though she would pass out. She didn't understand why Steve was treating her so horribly, and her mind simply wished she were home. His hand reached to again grab her golden locks and he brought his lips onto hers and kissed her. Again she was powerless to resist, despite her growing awareness of the danger. His other hand made it's way to her pussy again, "Oh yes... you're gonna pay for that one!" His hand cupped her pussy and his finger touched her clit, she practically jumped off the table as his hand roughly massaged her pussy. Even in her distress she moaned at his touch
"Please Steven, I just want us to go home," she pleaded, almost like a child would. But the mere mention of Steve only made him angrier, "You'll go home when I'm done with you!" He was surprised at his rage and the growing fury of his attack; even he couldn't explain it. He took her clit between his fingers "I want you to cum for me when I say to, do you understand?" Her head was thrashing from left to right even as she nodded her compliance; she liked it rough but this was different, he was different. His fingers were handling her clit so hard it was making her sore. "Please stop," she pleaded, even as she thrust her pussy harder against his hand. He lowered his mouth to her ear and hissed, "After you cum for me, I'm going to give you the fucking of your life! Now cum again for me, now!" He rubbed her clit more rapidly and her back immediately arched in spasm after spasm as she came all over his hand, once again unable to stop herself.
Steve sped through the midnight traffic, weaving in and out, and running any light that dared turn red for him. His thoughts were only on his beautiful sexy wife. Had she been kidnapped, tricked, or simply seduced by Bill he wondered. It had to be one of the former, he reasoned, his mind unable to comprehend how someone like Bill could seduce his wife. It wasn't that he was an unattractive man, it was just that Bill had none of the qualities that Jamie cited as the reasons she fell in love with her husband; he was stiff and awkward, where Steve was charming and graceful. Bill loathed public speaking, and the theatre's fundraising effort was anemic because of it, whereas Steve was capable of grabbing a crowd's attention and persuading them to do what he wanted them to, and loved doing it. Jamie loved the way he turned ladies' heads, but was merely polite in return. She knew he could have his choice of women simply by allowing them to do what they desired.
Steve was familiar with the old Orpheum theatre; he was on the restoration project's board. He has even recommended Bill for the job as acting executive director during the project because of his work during the restoration at the Hilton ballroom. Of course his assistance with the Phantom allowed him to get to know Bill better. An odd man, no doubt, but dedicated to historical restoration, and that was all that mattered.
His thoughts returned to the road as the horn of a Ford Taurus reminded him of the need to focus. In running a red light Steve had come close to side swiping a taxi and the gesture of the driver was evidence of his displeasure. He felt the Glock tucked inside his waistband and hoped that it would prove to be an unnecessary precaution, but he was determined to do whatever was required to protect his wife... or to avenge her. The last thought crept in despite his determination to focus solely on a positive outcome, one where Bill had not yet had an opportunity to put whatever his plan was into action. Steve pressed harder on the accelerator and refocused on the concept of rescuing Jamie.
Jamie was spent from the multiple orgasms that had been induced by the combination of her confused mind and Bill's ongoing sexual assault. Despite her subconscious's growing awareness that things were not as they seemed, Jamie had been unable to completely break away from Bill's diabolical hypnotic suggestions that made her see, smell, taste, ad most importantly, feel Steve despite the fact it was actually Bill molesting her. For that reason, he was enjoying immensely the charade that she was willingly, if not enthusiastically, submitting to him sexually. By now they were both naked, sweaty, and covered in each other's fluids. Bill was trying to coax himself back to erection with his hand as he dragged a futon mattress into the center of the spotlight. He stood there and called to Jamie, "Crawl to me Jamie... crawl out here to suck my cock again so I can fuck you and claim you as mine." Slowly she lowered herself to all fours, and he could feel his erection coming back.
Jamie had a distinct feline quality to her as she came across the floor, her incredibly firm breasts swaying only slightly as she crawled. The crawling motion also caused her thighs to rub against the wet lips of her pussy, further heightening her excitement, and causing an exaggerated undulation of her hips as she moved. Her eyes were focused on Steve's cock, for some reason she was insatiable in her desire for it tonight. Deep inside a little voice was telling her to get up and run, but she was hungry for his cock and ignored the voice.
"That's it my pet... come suck my cock like the whore you really are. You masquerade as the loyal wife, but inside you're nothing but a slut for his cock... and now for mine!' Jamie was repulsed by the foul things Steve's voice was saying to her, and about her... but still she continued to crawl towards him, anxious to taste him again. The combination of her obedience and the thrill of verbally degrading her had Bill's cock again hard and throbbing for her attention.
Her mouth seized on his average sized cock, but her confused mind forced her to open wider to accept Steve's thick tool. His moans reverberated off the theater's bare walls, and his hands once again fell to her head. Jamie had honed her cock sucking skills over the years by copious amounts of practice on her husband's willing dick, and her skill was driving Bill crazy with pleasure. She stroked him as her mouth slid up and down his turgid rod, and her tongue licked the sensitive underside until he could barely stand it, then moved to the head and teased the hole. The combined result was a blow job no man was able to withstand for long, although Steve's was the only cock that had experienced it since shortly after they first met and started dating... until now.
Bill had to practically force her mouth back off him; such was the lust she was feeling for her husband.
"There will be plenty of time for that later, I need to fuck you now."
Jamie actually moaned upon hearing his words and rolled onto her back, one hand tracing her wet swollen lips and teasing her distended clit while the other caressed her hard nipple further. Her eyes were open fully and her mind saw her sexy husband standing over her, his impressive staff swollen and ready.
"Yes Steve, I want you inside me now... come fuck your baby. Please baby... I need you now." Bill merely moaned at the wanton display before him as he dropped to his knees.
Steve careened into the parking lot, almost on 2 wheels, and skidded to a stop. He leapt from the Saab almost before it had stopped rolling. He was both alarmed and relieved to find Jamie's Honda Accord parked by the theater entrance; that car was so typically Jamie. He had practically begged her to let him buy her a new car, something nice - maybe a Porsche - but she loved that car. As he began to carefully investigate the scene, He wasn't sure how he felt about seeing her purse on the seat of her car; it meant one of 2 things. Either Jamie was still here or, he gulped at the thought, she was taken from here against her will. He touched the Glock again to reassure himself, and then headed for the door. In his mind, one thing was clear; his Jamie needed him.
Bill had never seen a more beautiful woman in all his life, not even in the pages of the adult magazines that had consumed much of his life since high school. There had been few women; he was too shy to pursue them, and not quite attractive enough to be pursued by them. He had spent much time alone - imagining, and planning - but now he knew it had all be worth it. His plan had succeeded beyond his wildest expectations. Jamie had been worth all those lonely nights; such was her incredible beauty and sexuality. His envy turned into rage, he hated Steve with the heat of a hundred dying suns, and he vowed to keep Jamie for himself. It was then he made a decision. "Jamie, my love... we need to get away for a few days." She listened, but continued to touch herself, and him as he spoke. "I think we should fly to Mexico first thing in the morning... a second honeymoon, just you and I."
Jamie lurched at the man she perceived as her husband, and threw her arms around him, kissing him deeply. As she withdrew, she gushed with joy.
"Oh baby, that will be perfect... I'm so happy... can we really?"
"I will do anything to keep you for myself, my pet... anything!"
Even in her delusional state, Jamie knew something was off, but was unable to focus on the nagging voice within.
"What about work, baby... that big deal you're working on?"
Bill pushed her back on the mattress as he answered, "Nothing will keep me from having you now Jamie." She just moaned and opened her arms for him as he lowered his body on top of hers.
Steve crept through the darkness of the theater with caution. After finding the door open, he decided to check Bill's office first, then the meeting rooms; anywhere there might be furniture, he reasoned. As he entered the office area, he saw a box from the costume rental store and his heart sank; The Phantom was here, he gulped. Not wanting to turn on the lights, he used a small flashlight to search for anything that might give a clue about Jamie's whereabouts. He noticed a travel brochure for Mexico and opened it in curiosity. There was a flight schedule and one flight on it was circled... tomorrow at 9 am. Steve was staggered as the deeper meaning hit him; that was a full hour before he had been scheduled to land. Bill meant to kidnap his wife and take her out of the country!
By now Bill had positioned Jamie on all fours as he drove his hungry tongue deeper into her dripping pussy from behind. Of all of Jamie's beautiful assets, he decided, none was lovelier than her incredible ass, but she objected every time his tongue strayed up into that area. And then it hit him; he would take her the way no man ever had, including her husband. He knew it would take all of his cunning, and still would test the strength of his planted suggestions, but he was determined he would fuck her in that sweet tight virgin ass - with or without her consent.
He came at her from behind again, his hand now reaching underneath and rubbing her distended clit as he buried his tongue as far as possible in the tight hole of her ass. Jamie reacted, as he knew she would, simultaneously pressing his hand deeper as she squirmed away from his tongue. "Cum for me Jamie", he commanded, and her body once again lurched into a long drawn out powerful orgasm. He jammed his tongue back inside the tight hole, and her body responded even as she tried to resist. Her prolonged orgasm racked her body in spasms, and he drove his tongue deeper. In her lust and desire to continue to ride the waves of pleasure, she began to thrust back harder against both his hand and his tongue. He smiled to himself, as she propelled herself to even greater heights of pleasure.
"Its time, Jamie" he said almost in a whisper as the tremors of fulfillment subsided, "I must have you now." He took her by the hips and kneeled behind her, preparing to mount her like the prize mare that she was. His thumb continued to tease the forbidden hole of her ass as his cock slid along her moistened lips, causing her to moan in approval. He decided to bypass the readily accessible target that was her cunt, and concentrate on his coveted prize that was now his for the taking. He raised his hand to his mouth and spit as much saliva as he could muster, then rubbed it all on his throbbing cock head. As he pressed it against the winking hole, he gave the command once more,
"Cum for me Jamie... as hard as you have ever cum in your life... cum for me now." She began to cry out in passion, almost screaming in pleasure, she barely noticed as he began to press forward in his anal attack.
Steve felt her voice more than he actually heard it, but he knew Jamie was nearby. As he left the office area, he could hear her cries more clearly - it was coming from the ballroom. Still not wanting to tip his hand, he slipped in quietly and was immediately nauseated at the sight that appeared before him. His loving wife was on all fours, and although he could not make out the words, her desire was obvious even from that distance. Bill was crouched behind her and was either fucking her, or preparing to fuck her, and Steve had to force the vomit back down. It was although he was struck by a powerful punch in the gut from an unseen foe as now his wife's word finally reached his ears. "Yes baby... fuck me now... I need you inside me."
Bill was relentless in his attempt to gain admission to her virgin backdoor, but was meeting strong opposition, despite Jamie's obvious excitement. She was alternately begging him to fuck her, and moaning "Nooooo, not my ass baby... please fuck my pussy." The thought that she would deny him his prize at this point threw him into a fit of fury.
"You slut... shut up, and I will fuck you where I want... and you'll love it... do you understand?" Jamie tried with all her strength to resist him... Steve would never treat her this way. She tried to push him away, and to tell him off for talking to her in that way, but all that came out of her mouth was, "yes baby, I understand." Bills hips pulled back as he prepared to force his way into her tightly clenched ass.
Steve's head was swimming, but he still pressed forward to better observe the obscene couple that was still unaware of his presence. It was then that he heard the words that made his head reel, "Please fuck me Steve... please my love." STEVE??? He immediately knew how Bill had managed to get his wife into this position, and his apprehension and jealousy quickly evaporated in a blinding rage. He lurched from his hiding place and sprinted across the floor. Bill was preoccupied with his final assault on Jamie's tightly guarded anal virginity, and never even saw him coming. Steve lowered his shoulder and exploded into his wife's assailant, throwing his entire weight into the collision, and both men were propelled up and away from Jamie, and into the darkness.
Before Bill realized what had hit him, Steve began raining down punch after punch, until his opponent's face was little more than a bloody pulp. Steve stopped punching him long enough to hear Jamie call for him, and Bill was able to move away from Steve. Jamie had not seen him tackle Bill, and was now sitting up and looking for her husband. Knowing her fragile mental state, Steve didn't want to traumatize her by allowing her to know what Bill had done. Under the cover of the darkness, he withdrew the Glock and put the barrel in Bill's mouth. "One word and I will kill you for what you have done to her."
``Steve, I can explain!" he mumbled with the taste of gun metal filling his mouth. Steve laughed nervously ``Explain? Explain Bill?" Bill was frightened that Steve would kill him on the spot and he knew no one would ever find his body. A simple "uh huh" was all he could utter until the gun barrel was withdrawn from his mouth. Steve was debating whether to put him in a coma - or the morgue - and risk Jamie finding out what happened to her, but he decided she was the most important thing and lowered his weapon.
"There is nothing to explain Bill, you sick fuck - you drugged my wife and God knows what you did with her then. How can you live with yourself? How is she supposed to live with herself? I swear to God, you are going to your grave tonight!" Steve leaped again towards Bill and he tried to fight him off. Jamie called him again and he looked back at her, which gave Bill the opening to push Steve off of him. With athletic grace he landed upright, and then struck back at his wife's assailant with a vicious backhand; driving the butt of the Glock against his head. As Bill drooped in final defeat, Steve drew back the hammer of the firearm, put it against his forehead and hissed through gritted teeth, "Now, you have one second to tell me what the trigger word is to release the hypnosis." Bill knew Steve was not a man to be trifled with, and he had no doubt of the seriousness of his threat to actually shoot him if he didn't comply. "Gaston Leroux" he quickly stammered. " Of course, the author of the original ?Le Fantome de L'Opera'... how clever." His finger tensed and he tightened his grip on the trigger of the gun, and told him ``I should still kill you - for what you have done to her``.
"I didn't fuck her Steve" Bill knew that the only way to get out of this alive or without going to prison was through honesty, and his words stunned Steve. "Yes, I wanted to, God look at her" both men shifted their gaze to Jamie. She sat up dazed, confusedly looking for Steve. Even in her state of obvious distress, she was a vision of erotic allure. Steve knew exactly what Bill was talking about, and was amazed to see that even now, Bill still lusted for his wife. "You son of a bitch!" Steve uttered in sheer anger. Bill never even saw the punch that knocked him out, and Steve dragged him further back into the recesses of the darkness. He found some old rigging and used the ropes to tie Bill securely while he tended to Jamie. He grabbed old rag from the floor to stuff in his mouth as a gag. "That should hold you until the police arrive. Now if you'll excuse me, my wife needs me."
Steve took a deep breath as he made his way to his now scared lonely wife. "Babydoll?"
"Oh, Steven!" The tenuous quality in her voice made him realize she was still very confused. He wasn't sure how to handle the situation without traumatizing her further. Tears swelled up in his eyes and he cradled her in his arms.
"Baby, what's wrong?" she asked. "How come you don't wanna make love? Did I do something wrong?" Something in Jamie's head told her that her husband was upset and in her confusion she thought he might be mad at her. Maybe the whole foreplay had gone wrong and he was turned off. "Don't you want me baby? Did I turn you off?" Jamie began to cry, her tears flowing freely and Steve had to bite his lip to keep himself from crying also.
He lifted her chin up and looked into her now glassy eyes, moist with tears "I do want to make love to you, more than anything in the world Babydoll, every minute of every day, and for the rest of my life." He kissed her deeply as if it was the first time he ever kissed her. The relief was obvious in her expression and her demeanor immediately changed. "Good, now let's continue what we started then." Jamie was eager to get on all fours and she positioned her beautiful ass to welcome his cock. "I know this is what you wanted all along, and it's just for you baby. Just be gentle with me, my love."
As Steve stared at the incredible sight that is his wife's extraordinary ass, he was struck by conflicting emotions. She was finally offering what he always wanted, and what man in his right mind wouldn't want it, access to her backdoor. But as amazingly wanton and desirable she looked in that position, and as much as he wanted her as badly as he ever had, he knew she was still under Bill's spell and therefore she wasn't offering herself to him freely. He hesitated a moment, caressing his wife's stunningly beautiful ass, then whispered softly. "Honey... not here, not like this; let's go home instead". Almost as though she was waiting for that signal, she turned on her back and lay there with her eyes closed, and seemed to drift off to sleep.
He found a blanket and covered her with it,then scooped her up in his arms, and walked out of the theatre holding her tightly. She opened her eyes and softly kissed him again, "I love you more than anything in the world Steven." but the second he put her in the car, she fell sound asleep almost as if her body had shut itself off. He locked the doors and as he went back into the theater and he used his cell phone to call his assistant. "Hi Catherine, I need a favor."
The attractive redhead answered her phone on the first ring, and never questioned why her boss was calling so late; instead she simply joked, "You know Steve, if I had a dollar for every time you said that to me, I wouldn't need to work for you, and I could retire to the Grand Caymans." Catherine lived only a few blocks away, so he asked her to come get Jamie's car and drop it off at the house right away. His tone told her that this was a serious situation, and she answered him simply. "I'll be right there."
As he hung up with her, he looked over at Bill; the dirt bag was still unconscious. He dialed a private number at police headquarters that few people had, and even fewer dared ever dial; it was not just the chief's emergency line, but his personal hotline. When he wasn't in the office, which was most of the time, the line was forwarded directly to his cell phone which was always on his person or within reach if he were in bed or the shower.
Samuel Lerner was the police chief and also happened to be an old high school friend. Steve didn't bother with pleasantries, nor were any expected, he simply explained what Bill had done and where he was. They both knew Steve had bailed him out of more than a few jams before he turned his life around and became a cop, but neither was crass enough to say it. As the chief went to hang up, Steve added, ``Sam, I need to keep this quiet to protect Jamie, but he needs to pay`` There was a short pause while he considered his friend's words, and then the concise answer, ``Consider it done Steve``.
A cab pulled up just as Steve was getting into his Saab; it was Catherine. "Thank you Catherine, I owe you on
