Chapter Three: A Day In Bed
She may have been a widow, with a teenage daughter, but JC got the feeling that Kristin, for all her boldness, had never been able to investigate the male body or explore lovemaking. She was curious and inquisitive; innocently driving him insane with her touches and licks.
When Sunday morning came, she asked what he had planned for the day. The night before had been spent on the rediscovery of her womanhood -- and she should have been sore and tender, but that didn't seem to be the case.
JC stretched languidly beneath the sheet. If he had his way, he wouldn’t leave the bed. An entire day in bed with Kristin – what would that be like. “I got no plans.”
“I have an idea.”
“Let’s hear it.”
“Stay here.”
“Here as the hotel?”
“No.”
“Here as this room?”
“Not quite.”
“Here as in this bed?” The bed that smelled wonderfully of sex from the night before.
“Uh-huh.”
He grinned. “Good thing you brought that box of condoms.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Were you planning this?”
She shrugged. “I was hopeful...”
“So what else?”
“Spend the entire day being naked. I’ve never...” She looked away.
“Never what?” he coaxed gently.
“Lots of things.”
“Like?”
Kristin shrugged again. Why was she so shy? JC knew exactly how inexperienced she was – he had to. “I’ve never given a real blow job. I’ve always wanted to explore and experiment.”
Peter de Carlo might have been a great guy, but as a lover, he’d evidently failed Kristin.
“We can do that, baby.” JC’s smile was warm. “In fact, I’d love us to do that with each other.”
“Really?”
“Really. You wanna go first?”
For a mature, professionally confident woman, Kristin could be very child-like. Her eyes were wide and round. “You mean I can?”
JC lay back and flipped the sheet off his already semi-aroused body. “Do with me what you will, Kristin.” He only hoped he’d survive.
His lover’s curiosity could quite possibly be the death of him, JC thought as he lay on his stomach as requested. It wasn’t exactly a massage – her talented little hands were all over him, exploring, arousing. She ran her fingers through his hair, caressing his scalp until he purred. She teased the corded muscles of his neck, then moved on to smooth her hands over his strong shoulders and down his back to his lean waist.
“You’re like a sculpture only instead of cold marble, He used flesh, muscle and bone,” Kristin murmured.
The feather light trail of her fingers over his buttocks and the crease had him quaking.
“Your skin is soft as mine.”
“I don’t know about that, Kris...”
The tantalizing fingers leisurely making their way down his thighs had him quaking once more.
“Hey!” he protested laughingly when butterfly kisses from her eyelashes tickled the back of his knee.
Kristin giggled. It was a sweet carefree sound to his ears.
It got worse – or better depending on how much torture one man could survive.
From his ankles to his ears, she kissed, nibbled and licked her way up.
“Baby, I’m gonna bust.” Josh told her tightly when she requested him to turn over. His manhood, thick and hard – more so than it had ever been before.
“But I wanted to...” Her objection trailed off in a sigh. “That does look uncomfortable,” she acknowledged. His shaft fairly throbbed before her eyes. “Tell me how.”
“How to...?”
“Blow job.”
“You did okay last time – in fact, damn well.” He held his arms out to her. When she came to him, they shared sweet, tender kisses. “I can’t imagine anything you’d do that wouldn’t be fantastic, Krissie.”
“I like touching and kissing you, Josh. I want to please you.”
JC stroked her hair, their eyes meeting. “You being my lover goes way beyond pleasing.”
Her smile was almost shy. “Tell me how to love you that way.”
“Kiss. Lick. Suck. You’ll know.”
“You’ll let me know if I’m doing it wrong, won’t you?”
Grinning, he flicked a finger at his nose. “If I yelp in pain, you’ll know,” he teased.
Leaning over him, Kristin led him in a series of blood sizzling kisses. While their mouths and tongues mated, her hand meandered down his body, tantalizing his flesh. She caught his moan when she drew lazy circles along his lower abdomen.
“Lord have mercy!” he gusted when her lips moved from his to nibble above his jaw and neck.
Her tongue toyed with the flat disc of one nipple. She giggled at his body’s reaction. “Kinda like the button on the Thanksgiving turkey! It pops up when it’s done!”
JC had to laugh. She was so naive and fresh! That laughter quickly turned into a moan when her hand wrapped around his arousal to slowly stroke it.
“Firm? Too soft?” she asked of the pressure.
“Fine. I’m not all that gentle with it myself.” Another moan followed as she stroked harder. “Damn! Perfect!”
Kristin left a glissade of opened-mouth, nibbling kisses down his torso, her silky hair caressing him in their wake.
“Oh, baby...” he purred when her hair flowed around his rampant member. It felt so damn good...
Her hand stilled as her mouth took over. She licked the pearly drops on the head before flicking the very tip of her tongue into the small slit.
“Shit!” He nearly lost it right then and there. How did she know that?
Slowly she swirled her tongue from the tip to base, then back. Holding him off to one side, she nibbled and gently squeezed his sacks before bathing them with her tongue.
“Ah, yeah...sweet...perfect...”
Her next move shocked him and delighted him. Swallowing twice, she deep throated him. It was all he could do to keep his hips still. He realized his enthusiasm would gag her. Instead, he reached down to pet her hair, hold her head. “Baby…baby...damn, you’re good!”
She moved her mouth up and down, licking, sucking, carefully keeping her teeth from scraping him.
“Kris...Oh, baby...take me there,” he begged.
And she did. Sinking her mouth down once more, she sucked hard while her tongue flickered against the underside of his shaft.
“Baby...oh, yeah...yesss!” JC cried as he blasted down her throat. His body shook with the force of his pleasure.
Sitting back on her haunches, she waited for his eyes to open. “Like that, huh?” she teased.
He gave her a lazy grin. “Uh-huh.”
Skimming a finger from base to tip of the still hard manhood, she asked, “Then why are you still hard?”
“You kiddin’? There’s lots more he wants to do.”
“Like?”
“Take you any which way he can.”
“Teach me to ride you,” Kristin said.
JC reached over to the box of condoms and tossed her a packet. “Then climb aboard. Want me to rev you up?” He thought she was probably wet enough if her flushed, tight nipples were any indication.
“I’m plenty ‘revved’ thank you,” she responded smartly as she rolled the condom on him. She swung astride his thighs then slowly eased down until he was fully embedded within her tight, hot walls. “Mmm…this part is delicious.” He filled her completely. She could feel him throb within her.
He saw the satisfaction and contentment on her face. Eyes closed, head tilted slightly back, her raven locks spilling over her shoulders – she looked like a pagan goddess of fertility. “One of the best parts, Kris, joining our bodies,” he agreed quietly.
Opening her eyes, she met his gaze. “Guys feel that too?”
“I don’t know about anyone else, but that first moment when we come together – it’s – wow – we’re one. And I just want to savor that emotion.”
“You’re so wonderful...What do I do next?”
“To start, put your hands on my chest for leverage if you need to – then do whatever feels good to you.”
“What about you?”
“Don’t talk it to death, boss lady,” he taunted gently. “Just do it.”
“Meanie,” she giggled. She then began to slowly move up and down, letting him slide nearly free before coming back fully.
“That’s great, baby...” JC murmured appreciatively, lifting his hips to thrust into her downward glide.
A moment later, he raised his knees about halfway and took her hands.
“Lean back,” he commanded softly.
Curious, she did as he said. Her calves seemed to automatically curl under his thighs.
“You okay?”
She nodded. “More than okay.”
“Now, brace your hands on my thighs, knees, whatever is comfortable for you.” He let go of one hand and waited for her to secure herself. Then released the next.
Luckily, Kristin was supple enough for such a maneuver. “Now what?”
“This.” JC shifted his hips upward.
“Oh, God!” she cried out when his manhood stroked her front wall strongly. She had believed all that talk about G-spot was nonsense. Taking her cue from him, she lifted, then let herself slide down his thick pole. “Oh, God...” she sobbed as the same strong sensation shimmered through her. She hadn’t known... “I—I can’t, Josh...it—it’s too much...”
“Just hold on to me, Krissie,” he told her. “I’ll get you there.”
Four times he pushed up, caressing her jewel with his fingers as well. Three times, she sobbed and quaked. On the fourth thrust, she cried out his name as she shattered. Collapsing back on his knees, she realized she had experienced the most intense orgasm of her life.
“It’s okay,” he crooned as he sat up to raise her body to his. He arranged her legs to a more comfortable angle as he stroked her, waiting for her to calm.
“That...” she tried to catch her breath. “That...should be illegal.”
JC grinned and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Why should it be illegal?”
“Because...it’s too much.” Then it occurred to her he was still hard within her, throbbing deliciously. “Josh?”
Carefully, he rose to his knees and laid her back on the mattress. He came above her, urging her legs around his waist until they crossed at his buttocks. It was a very close, intimate joining, wrapped tightly in each other’s arms. He rocked into her with shallow, slow strokes while he kissed her neck, her breasts, her mouth. Soon, she tightened around him again.
“Josh...Oh, yes!...Please... I—ah!”
Holding her to his heart, JC followed her into luxurious bliss.
Kristin had never realized how truly vulnerable he seemed after completion. His face buried in the curve of her neck and shoulder, JC trembled with the aftershocks as well. Holding him even closer, her arms slid around his shoulders as she nuzzled him tenderly. He was naked, exposed and momentarily exhausted – and he trusted her to care for him.
Finally, he rolled away to dispose of the protection. “Wanna come back to the pillow side of the bed?” he mused. Their heads had ended up at the foot.
Kristin rose to her knees and came to his arms against the pillows. “Now, what?”
“Snuggle. Breakfast – and my turn.” His smile was wicked.
Kristin, JC had learned from spending a couple of mornings with her, liked a breakfast of fruit and protein. She’d said it was very sustaining on days she barely had time for lunch. She burned a lot of energy. That was the only explanation for the breakfast tray they balanced between them. Eggs, bacon, fruits, wheat toast, orange juice–and coffee as a concession for him. She didn’t like coffee. “It smells wonderful. How could it taste so nasty?” She’d wondered as he declared he loved coffee. They fed each other bits of toast, fruit and bacon with fingers, occasionally lifting a fork of scrambled eggs to the others lips. JC had never enjoyed breakfast more. It was an intimate and sensual experience. When he’d had enough food, he leaned to slide his lips over her soft cheek and down her neck.
“Joshua,” she purred, enjoying his caress. She turned her face to nuzzle his.
“You’re so beautiful, Krissie...” He captured her upper lip between his, stroking it with his tongue before taking the lower in the same manner. “Baby...God, is it my turn?...”
“Just let me get rid of this.” Kristin picked up the tray. Walking naked across the room, she set the tray in the hall.
Beautiful, he thought. She was so natural, so comfortable in her nudity.
Returning to bed, she lay back on the pillows. “Do with me what you will,” she giggled.
JC came over her and cupped her face as he rubbed his lips over hers. “I’m gonna do this slow and sweet, baby.”
“Until I beg for mercy?”
He smiled wickedly. “Beg if you want, boss lady, but I won’t be rushed.”
Kristin did beg.
And JC would not be hurried. He kissed, stroked, licked and nibbled every inch of her flesh. Front to back. Head to toe. Her body had become one continual tremor, one sensual nerve fully exposed.
“Josh, please!...” she moaned, tugging at him.
“I thought you were being pleased,” he taunted, nipping at her shoulder as he moved back up her body.
“You’re a sadist,” she accused.
“My turn, remember?”
Kristin speared her fingers into his hair to urge his head down for a hot, tantalizing kiss. “Please, Josh, make love to me...” This sounded more like a request.
Levering himself up, he knelt between her thighs. Stroking her legs, he brought them to rest against his shoulders as he lifted her buttocks against his thighs. “Watch us, Kris,” he commanded quietly as he slowly entered her.
Both sets of eyes were riveted to the sight of thick manhood, sliding in and out of her again and again in almost hypnotic rhythm. For the first time, JC was experiencing the scalding heat of her core without the barrier of latex. He realized he needed to withdraw to put on protection, but for now.... It was the most erotic, most sensual experience either of the had ever known, focused fully on the act of joining.
“Feel me, baby?” JC asked as he brushed his mouth against her vulnerable calf. “See me. Feel me? I’ve been waiting all my life for this, for you.”
When he withdrew fully, she whimpered in protest.
“I gotta protect you before I lose it.” Sheathing himself quickly, he thrust back into her, then lifted her so she was astride his thighs. Readily, she wrapped her arms around his neck as they kissed, moving together to reach paradise.
Before JC’s ‘turn’ was over, the lovers had tried several different things. He urged her to ride him with her back to him. He sat behind her, caressing her breasts, her ribs and still lower. This position allowed him to lavish her back with kisses while her silken buttock rubbed against his body. Lying on their sides, curved together back to front like spoons, he came to her from behind. He also made slow, tortuous love to her with his mouth until she was clawing at him, urging him to finish before she died.
Then they rested for a time. In a tangle of limbs, they were twined as closely as two people could get.
“We haven’t sixty-nined yet.” Kristin pointed out as they lunched much in the same way as breakfast – naked on the bed with a tray balanced on their thighs. He had ordered her favorite – shrimp cocktail with a side of more fruit.
“We won’t,” JC answered.
“Why not?”
“I don’t like it.”
She raised a brow at that. “Am I that bad at blow jobs?”
“You’re fucking fantastic. Don’t fish for compliments,” he grunted.
“You don’t like – to me?”
“I love going down on you.”
“Then why?”
“The whole idea of going down on each other is concentrating on giving your partner your undivided attention, selflessly giving pleasure. Sixty-nine negates that. If we’re gonna come together I’d rather be in you.”
Her mouth rounded into a little ‘o’ he couldn’t resist. He kissed it way, almost dumping the tray.
“I’m opinionated about sex sometimes,” he admitted with a grin.
“I didn’t know guys put that much thought into it.”
He shrugged. “I know what I like and what I want to give.”
“Rimming?”
JC nearly choked. His little Krissie? “I had an older partner teach me about that.”
“Are you adverse to it?”
“No, baby. I’ll do it to you if you want.”
“What about you?”
“I like your little tongue just fine on my dick and balls. You don’t have to put it in my butt.”
“If I want to?”
“You can if you want. It’s more like foreplay...”
She nodded seriously.
“I’m beginning to believe my baby has looked at sex manuals somewhere along the way.”
“Am I horrible? I thought there had to be more to making love than Peter had done. He was always very tender... But other women talked about wild, screaming orgasms...”
“Curiosity is normal,” he assured her. This time it was JC who removed the tray, then he grabbed her hand. “Let’s take a shower.”
Was there anything more seductive than your lover washing your hair, Kristin wondered. JC’s long fingers massaged her scalp as he worked the shampoo into a lather. She purred her appreciation.
“You’re hired.”
“As?” JC mused as he guided her beneath the spray to rinse her hair clean.
“My shampoo boy,” she teased.
“Okay.”
Snagging her bath poof and shower gel, he then proceeded in washing her body. Though there was nothing particularly overtly seductive in his touch, Kristin found herself seduced. “Are you going to make love to me in here?” she asked breathlessly.
“Hadn’t planned on it really,” he answered smoothly.
“Um...then I am going to have to molest you.”
JC guided the mesh poof over her butt.” I don’t think so. Turn around, put your hands against the wall, and part your legs,” he instructed her as he turned her to face away from him.
“Josh?...” She was uncertain.
“The first time I was rimmed it was in the shower. I wasn’t sure I wanted her to do it, but damn I was glad I let her.” He stood behind her, kissed her neck. “She was trying to shock me.” One hand traveled down her body, caressing as it went until it reached its destination – her feminine cleft. He knew she was swollen and ready without looking down. “Still want to try it, Kris?”
Turning her head to meet his eyes, she murmured, “Yes.”
He kissed her hungrily, their tongues mating as both hands moved to cup and fondle her breasts, his fingers molding the tender peaks into hard nubs. Then his mouth moved down her back until he finally was on his knees behind her. His lips moved lovingly over the pale globes of her buttocks. His hands moved to part her cheeks. There was that pink virgin rosebud. Slowly he licked at it until she squirmed, her legs moving even farther apart, opening herself for even more of this.
“Ready, Krissie?” he asked.
“There’s more?” What he was doing was sinfully delicious.
“Oh, yeah, sweetheart.”
Pushing his tongue against the crinkled bud, it gave and allowed the tip of his tongue entry.
“Oh, my God!” Kristin cried. The sensation was decadent, thrilling...something forbidden.
Then his fingers slipped into her feminine folds to strum her pleasure jewel.
“Josh!...” she leaned heavily against her arms, not knowing how she would remain upright if he continued. With his tongue at her backside and his fingers working magic between her legs, she knew she wouldn’t last long. Her body, every nerve ending stretched tight, went stiff. “Josh, please, I–I can’t...” She didn’t know it could be like this. Once again it was too much... “Josh!” she screamed as her being shattered into sharp crystalline shards of ultimate bliss.
JC rose to press her against the warm tile wall, holding her with his body as she shook. He crooned soft noise of comfort as she fairly sobbed, not comprehending fully the amount of pleasure one could withstand. When at last, she calmed, he moved away to begin his own hygiene.
“J—Josh?...”
“Go dry off and lie down,” he told her softly. “I’ll be out in a few.”
Without looking at him, she slipped from the stall.
Animal. That was the only way Kristin could describe how she felt. Stripped to the fundamental beast inside. She had asked for it, but she hadn’t realized what it could make her feel – what it could reduce her to. She had never cried out like an animal before...
He’d upset her, JC realized as he washed his own hair. He’d tilted her comfortable world on its axis. She hadn’t a clue what her curiosity could lead her. He should have protected her more, not dealt it all to her in one day.
Stepping out of the shower, he dried off and went to the long mirrored sink vanity. He combed his wet hair and brushed his teeth while he decided how to undo the possible harm he had done to his relationship with Kristin.
When JC didn’t return to bed in short order when the shower stopped, Kristin sought him out. He was looking very solemn – and sexy, standing naked in front of the steamy bathroom mirror. He may have been worried, but he was also fully aroused.
“I don’t mind being an animal as long as you’re my mate,” she announced as she rested a hip on the vanity.
“I am so your mate, Kris.” His hot blue eyes met hers, relief clear in their depths.
“Yes, you are. You don’t need to feel you need to shield me from myself either. I’m a big girl.”
JC smoothed a hand over her damp hair. “No, you’re a little girl – and you really don’t know what you ask of me sometimes.”
She smiled. “Maybe most of the time.”
He smiled in return. “Amen.”
She moved to place herself between him and the mirror, her back to his chest. With a discarded towel, she wiped away the fog on the glass, so their reflection was clear. “I see someone different in the mirror since you.”
“Do you like that someone?”
“Most of the time. She isn’t a wide-eyed innocent anymore. I appreciate that.”
His mouth caressed the side of her neck. “What don’t you like?”
“The neediness. My reflection didn’t use to need, didn’t have insatiable desires.” She tipped her head back to allow his mouth access to her throat. Her hands moved to the solid columns of his hard thighs to hold herself upright when one of his big hands went between her legs to find her still ready – the other went to gently pinch her pebbled nipples. “Oh, yes, Josh...” she whispered.
“You are so hot and wet,” he murmured against her throat.
“After what you did, I may have crashed, but I never came down.”
“Then let me take us down together, Krissie.” JC’s hands moved to her waist. “Hold on to the sink, baby.” Bending his knees, he stepped between her legs, parting her thighs. Lifting her, he entered her slowly.
Kristin found her feet leaving the floor, suspended by their hands and his erection. “Mmm...”
He bit tenderly at her shoulder as he moved into her again and again. “Look in the mirror, baby,” he commanded. “That’s who we are. Stripped of all veneers.”
She looked up at the glass. What she saw were two lovers, unashamed, uncaring about the rest of the world as long as they could have each other. Was that who she was?
Okay, if she was an insatiable animal, so be it! The rest of the afternoon, Kristin allowed herself to revel completely in sensation, to wallow in her sexuality.
JC was amazed – and nearly exhausted to the point of unconsciousness!
JC lay on the bed totally and completely sexually replete. He was nearly boneless after the day he and Kristin had put in “discovering” each other. There was definitely something to be said about older women who were insatiable while being appreciative. Her stamina was amazing.
“Josh, did you want to go out to dinner?” Kristin asked from the bathroom doorway.
“No.”
“Oh…Are you all right?” She came to stand over the bed. He was in the same position she had left him in.
“Define ‘all right’. Am I still breathing – yeah, I think so.”
She laughed and sat beside him. “Poor baby. Did little Krissie wear Joshy out?”
“You might say that. If it were possible, my dick would have fallen off from over use. Good thing it has about a hundred year warranty.”
She giggled.
“Won’t need condoms. I ran out of sperm.”
“I’m sorry, baby,” she crooned.
Her insincerity was not lost on him. “Riiiight.”
“What can I do to help?” She ran a light finger down his manhood. It twitched a little. “Want me to kiss it and make it better?”
JC snorted. “There will be no rise in this boy’s Levis for awhile.”
“Are you sure?”
“Baby, I love the hell out of you, but even I have limits.”
Instead of taunting him further, Kristin stroked the damp curls back from his forehead. “You’ve been wonderful, Josh.”
He gave her a tired smile. “So have you, Kris. I didn’t know a woman could match me like you. You rock my world.”
“Can I run you a bath or something?”
“Like I can even walk!” he joked.
Rising she went and closed the drapes, then turned the lights off. She then climbed onto the bed and snuggled against JC. “You just rest, baby.”
“Thanks.”
“Josh..."
“Hmm?”
“I love you,” she whispered in his ear.
“Kris!”
She laid a finger against his lips. “Shh...Relax.”
“A guy wants to make love to his lady when she finally tells him that,” he complained. “Damn it! Why couldn’t you have said that even an hour ago when I had something left!” He sounded so disappointed. It was sort of sweet.
“I didn’t now I had a specific time window.”
He lifted his arm to put it around her. “It’s great to hear anytime, but I’d like to lay you back and make slow sweet love to you.”
“I can take it back and say it in another few days,” she offered.
“Can’t take it back, I won’t let you.” He bussed her forehead tenderly. “I love you too, baby, so much. The way we are – it’s outa this world. I never in my wildest dreams thought it could be like this.”
“Like what Josh?”
“Perfect.”
That word again. “I thought we decided I am far from perfect.”
“When did we decide that? I wasn’t in on it.”
“Josh...”
He kissed her leisurely. “You’re smart. You’re gorgeous. You have this wonderful code of ethics. You’re big on family. You’re fun to be with – you like to play, but you know when it’s time to work. We enjoy a lot of the same things...”
“Like spending all day in bed?” she asked impishly.
JC gave her a drowsy smile. “Yeah – that is up there on the list.”
“At the end of the week..."
He placed a hand over her mouth. “Don’t, Krissie. Not right now.” He didn’t want to consider being parted from her for weeks at a time.
“Okay...”
He rubbed his lips against hers. “Seduce me,” he commanded huskily.
She pulled back a little bit, her eyes wide. “What?”
“Seduce me. Make me crazy.”
“You’re hoping the south will rise again?” She looked pointedly at his limp shaft.
“Yeah...”
Kristen leaned over him, her mouth so close to his their lips touched when they spoke. “I don’t want to break it off.”
“I’ll risk it, Kris.” He smiled against her mouth.
“Josh...”
There was a stirring of life down below. “That’s it. Make me crazy.”
She licked at his neck, sucking above his medallion.
“Oh, yeah...” He arched his hips up to rub himself against her. “Baby, I need to make love to you.”
She laid a path of opened-mouth kisses from his neck to his stomach. Right where his manhood was waking from its nest of crinkling hair, she traced teasing patterns. Much to his disappointment, she let her tongue travel down one hard thigh then further – until she was nibbling his toes.
“God, Kris!”
Switching feet, she moved back to the other thigh. Holding his now prominent shaft to one side, she gave his sacs an extended tongue bath. Suddenly, she sat back on her heals. “That good enough?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am.’ JC held his arms out to her. “C’mere, Kristin.”
Lying on their sides, they shifted so his throbbing shaft lay against the warm haven it sought. He adjusted her legs, letting the top one rest draped over his.
“Say it again, Krissie. I need to hear it again.”
“I love you,” she whispered, kissing him softly, tantalizingly.
“I love you, baby. You make me feel alive and happy and oh-so hungry for everything you have to give.” He rubbed himself along her wetness. He bent his head to tease her puckering nipples. “I need you in my life.” His lips closed over one rosebud and sucked hungrily.
“Oh, God!” she gasped as he nursed one breast, then the other.
“Want it now? Want me to rock you, baby?”
“Please, Josh...”
Ignoring the box of condoms on the bedside stand, JC moved into her inch by tortuous inch, letting her feel the hard hunger of him.
“Josh...” her voice was a high, thready whimper.
Adjusting her leg so it rested in the crook of his arm, her calf against his back, he rocked into her softness. “Does it feel good, baby?” he growled seductively.
“Oh, yes!”
“I’m glad. It feels fantastic to me.”