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Chapter Two

 

The water hid my tears and I wondered if she could feel what my heart released in that flow. Part of me wished she could, part hoped no one ever would.

Finally I turned off the water and got the towels to dry us. I rubbed her with the soft fabric, carefully, thoroughly, exploring her even more. So wonderfully receptive and open, just a touch of pressure and her legs opened, her head turned... my mind taking in each reaction. I’ve seen too many Dom’s so focused on themselves that they were oblivious to what was happening to their slave/sub of the moment. I’ve believed for a long time that awareness is the key to life. Not just as a Dom, but everyday, every moment and I’m consistently amazed by the lack of awareness I see in those around me.

So I watch... and remember.

When we were dry I took her hand again and led her back to the living room.

"Hanh, we are done for tonight."

She looked at me and I could see the confusion in her mind. "Done?"

"Yes, Hanh, this is enough for tonight. If you want to continue it will be another time."

"But you didn’t...."

I laughed, it just came rolling out of me, unbidden. When the moment subsided, "Little hanh, sex is a very nice thing, I like it... a lot, but tonight was never about sex. Tonight you gave your consent and I chose not to take it. If you come back that will most likely change, but on my terms, not yours."

"But I ..." her voice trailed off and I could sense tears just below the surface.

"What did you expect, little one?"

Slowly her head shook from side to side. She was locked in a battle in her own head.

A soft murmur escaped her lips, "I can’t go back..."

"Why not?"

"What?"

"Why can’t you go back?"

Her head shot up, her eyes locked on mine. "How did you know that?" She was scared I think, shocked, I’m sure... and puzzled.

"Hanh, twice since we met you’ve said something that I’m sure you believed you were only thinking. It’s actually a fairly common thing, the muttering under our breath, the almost sigh of our thoughts as we unwittingly breathe words into the world. It’s not just you, it’s almost everyone. And almost no one ever hears. Most people never really listen."

"But you do..."

"I do."

Her shoulders slumped a little and her head tilted forward, her gaze finding her bare feet.

"I can’t go back home."

"Why?"

"I said too many things before I left."

"Like...."

"I can’t... and won’t be their "perfect" daughter."

"So, you’re running away?"

"I guess."

"What about your life, friends, the rest of your family?"

"I don’t care."

"There’s more... "

"Yes." The defiance was back, the strength that had been part of what had caught my eye.
We stood for several minutes like that, her head raised, her power sharp in her eyes.

"Display."

She dropped into position, her eyes wide as she realized her reaction.

"Are you planning on staying here?" My voice was stern, resonant.

"Yes Sir."

"And just when were you planning on asking ME if that was OK?"

"I... "

"You thought that because I wanted you to pose I also wanted more?"

"Yes."

"You made assumptions you had no right to."

At those words I could see her collapsing inside, the strength flowing away in despair. The defiance becoming a fragile shell surrounding a deeper need. I looked into her tear filled eyes and searched.

"My terms, my rules."

"Yes Sir."

"Questions?"

"No Sir."

I took her chin in hand, her eyes met mine.

"There is no escape from life here, no problems will magically go away. You will want to curse me some days, others... will be more than you have probably imagined. I have my doubts... but since it seems you have burnt some bridges, we’ll see where this leads."

I could see her relaxing as I spoke, the strength returning. And maybe a sense of hope.

"Alright, there are things to get done. Get dressed."

"Sir, I can’t."

"What?"

"Um... I can’t get dressed, Sir."

"And the reason is...?"

"I have no clothes to wear now."

"I told you that what you wore here wouldn’t be wearable after we were done."

"Yes, Sir."

"And you chose not to bring other clothes to replace them."

"Yes, Sir."

"So be it...."

I reached for the phone as I thought through what needed to happen in the next few days. My fingers absently dialed.

"Hello."

"Jimmy, I need a little help tonight, do you think you and the puppies could spare a few hours?"

"Sure, not much on the plate tonight. What’s up?"

"It seems I have a new toy."

"Ooooh, this sounds good, you’ve been unattached for too long you know."

"Yeah, yeah... you and the others have been saying that for what... three, four years now?"

"Mmmm... more like five, I think."

I grunted...

"OK, we’ll be there in about forty‑five minutes, that work?"

"That’s fine," I replied, "we’ll be ready."

Little hanh was watching as I put the phone down. The emotions showing on her face were a mix of relief, expectation and fear. I could imagine the relief, knowing that I wasn’t going to throw her out tonight. The expectation, of what life would be like with me. And the fear at just hearing me invite other people here.

"My terms, my rules, you’ll understand better after tonight little one. Now, relax for a while. I’m going to get us a little to eat while we wait."

I waited until she did relax before leaving for the kitchen.

As I cut up some cheese I thought about what was brewing in my mind. I’ve only known two people who were truly willing to drop everything and start a new life. I’ve heard so many claim they would, but only two had. And I was one of them. I had done it, gave up everything to begin again. And I’d done it twice.

Well, we’d see if little hanh was a true submissive tonight.

I took the plate of cheese, crackers, veggies and some ranch dressing out and set them on the table.

"Hanh, come and eat, you’ll need the energy tonight." When she came I showed her where I wanted her then went and got water for both of us and sat across from her. She was picking at the food, not really eating.

"Eat."

"Um... I’m not really a cheese person, Sir."

"Did I ask if you were? You’ll eat what you’re given or go hungry. And Hanh, you are whatever kind of person I tell you to be now, I thought you understood that. If that’s not going to be the case you know the way out."

"Yes, Sir." She copied me as I ate, trying each as I did. I like cheese and usually have four or five kinds at any given time. Mostly sharp, but with a few milder ones for those who’s palette is more coarse. She seemed go for the milder ones. Carrots, broccoli, cauliflower and mushrooms filled out the plate and I grazed equally while she went mostly for the mushrooms and carrots.

I kept watch on the clock.

"Hanh, that’s enough, go use the bathroom and meet me back in the livingroom." I pointed out the way for her and watched her lithe behind as she went then took the remains of our snack back to the kitchen. After dispensing with the food I went to my bedroom and got dressed and returned to the livingroom.

A few moments later hanh came back in.

"Stand there, by the table."

One thing Jimmy is, is prompt, and the doorbell rang less than two minutes after she was in place.

"Display."

She dropped into position as I rose, her eyes following me.

"I’ll be right back."

Jimmy and his puppies were at the door when I opened it. Four of them. It seemed that he’d acquired a new puppy since the last time we’d talked.

"Jimmy, this isn’t like you, I didn’t think you were into bitches."

"Ah, the new puppy... well, I’m not, but the boys are and I decided they’d been good, so I got them a toy." His barking laughter was a sharp staccato in the evening air. Anyone looking at Jimmy would instantly think wimp, but he’s far stronger than most realize. And he’s as Gay as they come, but loves to play with men who are as straight as they come. It makes for some very interesting play...

The new puppy would add an element of surprise for those who thought they knew him.

"Well go on up." They all traipsed past me and I closed and locked the door and followed. The scene at the top was interesting, the five of them in a semi‑circle around little hanh. I could see her quivering under their combined gaze, like a baby sparrow caught by a cat.

My mind sparked... and I slipped past to her. I knelt behind her and whispered in her ear.

"I have named you little one, you are now sparrow. Do you understand?"

She nodded once.

"Very good." Then I let my hands start roaming her body.

"So," Jimmy asked, "how long have you had this little toy?"

"About four hours now."

"Four hours?" He sounded incredulous.

"No joke, Jimmy, she just popped into my life. A surprise I definitely didn’t expect." My right hand slipped between her legs, my finger finding her clit. She was very wet, her body still trembling, and I could feel her trying to press herself into me. "And yes, I do have some doubts, Jimmy, but that’s why you’re here." I felt her tense with those words and I caressed her clit, then slipped my finger inside her.

"What do you have in mind?"

"We’re going on an expedition. Could you send the boys down to the storage room to fetch ...ummm... twenty moving boxes?"

"Boys, you know the rules here, go fetch." The three boys headed off, I knew they’d take their time. At least one of them was always vying for a change in who was the pack leader and would be trying to get the current leader in trouble. It changed so often I never asked which one was top dog that day.

"Is your new puppy housebroken yet?"

"She’s new, but coming along pretty well. Aren’t you slutpuppy?" At the name the new puppy dropped to all fours and tried to wag her tail. As Jimmy kept talking she laid herself down at his feet. "Frankly I’m a bit at a loss with her. I don’t have your way with females. I had actually been thinking about asking you to take her for a few weeks or so to shape her up."

"Hmmm... a new toy and a new puppy to play with, could be interesting." Jimmy gestured to her and she quickly stripped, revealing a lush body, full and ripe. Oh, not overweight, but not slim... smooth curves, full figured, softer than I personally like, but still very nice. "Let’s see what happens tonight, if it works out then she can stay for now."

"Good enough."

I slipped my finger out of sparrow and raised it. "Would slutpuppy like a taste?"

She nodded eagerly and looked up at Jimmy with anticipation. "Go have a taste, puppy."

She promptly crawled over on hands and knees and took my finger in her mouth, sucking for all she was worth. "Eager, isn’t she?"

Jimmy burst out laughing.

"She damn well ought to be, she’s a lesbian."

"Jimmy, you amaze me sometimes. Here you are, a gay bastard with straight slaves and now a lesbian puppy too. You seem to almost always be pushing people far, far beyond their normal limits."

"And just who was it that taught me Anguis?"

It was my turn to laugh out loud.

I felt sparrow tense and I glanced down to see slutpuppy’s hand dart away from my toy’s sex, glistening with wetness.

"Jimmy, it seems that slutpuppy doesn’t understand that my toy is not her’s to play with."

The puppy had slunk back, knowing that some form of punishment now had to follow.

"Puppy, heel." Jimmy’s command was soft but filled with rage. She scampered to him and found her place just behind his left foot. He then went down to one knee.

"Sir, my property has overstepped herself, please do as you wish, to both her and I."

It had been almost fifteen years since Jimmy had been in my care, but he didn’t see it that way. I doubt he ever will. I was his first and only master. It makes for an interesting dynamic between us, one that has both elements of equality and submission. I’ve wondered many times what creates a true bond between people and wondered more why. But in some ways Jimmy would always be my sub, just like now.

"Jimmy, didn’t you just tell me that she’s been a problem you need help with?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Well, now I’ve seen what you meant. I’ll take her for now and see what needs to be done."

"Thank you, Sir."

I glanced at the puppy. The shock on her face was about as complete as you could imagine. Jimmy was known as one of the toughest Doms. One who would bow to no one. Our shared history wasn’t secret, it’s just part of the life before he fully entered the lifestyle. And frankly, most people I know have no idea what anyone else is in the vanilla world and have no interest in knowing.

But nothing is unimportant when you are a Dom.

"Jimmy, I have something I’d like you to see." I rose and Jimmy followed suit. I led him to my library where I opened the door to my most cherished books. I put on a pair of gloves and pulled out the book I wanted and opened it to the flyleaf. Jimmy gasped.

"My God... you got it."

What could I say, I’d been searching for a copy for 20 years. Justine by the Marquis de Sade, first edition.
"Don’t ask Jimmy, the price was worth it." I heard the boys coming back. "Well, lets get back before the slutpuppy can talk."

We made it back just as the boys got back with the boxes. I was pleased that one of them also had tape. A reward was in order. I indicated the tape to Jimmy with a gesture and a nod.

"Well, sniffer, was it you or one of the others who thought of the tape."

"This one, Sir."

"Slutpuppy, sniffer gets a bone."

She responded, but sluggishly, fighting her natural rejection of the male, but longing to obey her Master. I watched sparrow as the puppy opened sniffer’s pants and engulfed his member, I saw the internal rejection and found one more facet to this little jewel.

The puppy was quick and it was finished in a few minutes.

"Well, if I wasn’t sure before why you want me to take her, I would be now." At my comment slutpuppy cowered, her hang dog look so sorrowful it was cute. "Well, put your bone away, puppy, never leave a job unfinished." She quickly complied.

With that I went to the closet by the stairway and scrounged for a coat for sparrow. I knew I’d have something that would work and it took just a moment to lay my hands on it. It would be almost ankle length on her, a bit large, but not bad. It was a soft supple leather dyed to a rich burgundy with a quilted liner. I pulled it out and returned to her side pausing to pick up her wallet and keys as I passed the desk .

"It’s time to go." I lifted her chin with my hand and looked her in the eyes. "My terms, my rules."

"Yes, Sir."

I slipped the coat on her as she rose and led the group out.

I pulled her licence out and double checked the address on the stairs, confirming that I knew where it was. Being in the lead, no one could see. Down at the door I unlocked it and ushered everyone out then locked up again. It was a warm summer evening, the sun gone, but the city lights made for a lingering feeling of a sun just set.

Jimmy’s van was parked just down the block and we headed for it.

"I’ll drive Jimmy."

He shrugged and tossed me the keys.

I opened the side door and told slutpuppy to sit behind me and indicated for sparrow to sit next to her. Then told the boys to get in the back seat and keep their hands to themselves. Jimmy laughed at that and we got in and pulled out.

I kept a eye on sparrow, looking for her reaction as we got closer to her home. It came later than I’d have expected, but then again, she was in a van with five strange people wearing nothing but the coat I’d put on her. She didn’t even have shoes on. The tension on her face was plain. That and the fear. Then she glanced up and saw me watching her.

She nodded once and calm returned to her sweet face.

As we got close I looked for a place to park and was lucky enough to get fairly close. It wasn’t a large apartment building, just four floors, my guess was around twenty apartments. After I parked I turned and looked at everyone.

"Alright, the little one and I are going in. Jimmy, if things go well I’ll call you in around twenty minutes or so, when I do bring the boys and boxes up to apartment D‑10 and we’ll pack her things and leave. I’d rather have slutpuppy stay here so she’s not another distraction."

Jimmy’s look was expressive. I knew he thought I was crazy doing this with a "so called" sub, less that a day after we’d met. But he nodded his assent and I got out.

I opened the door for sparrow and pulled her glasses from my pocket and slipped them on her. A wan smile touched her lips as I brushed her nose with my forefinger.

"Shall we go, little one?"

She nodded.

As we approached the door I handed her the keys I’d snuck from her purse, she almost giggled as she recognized them. "Sir, I’m beginning to wonder if you miss anything."

"Oh, I do, but not as often as I used to."

At the door she opened it and led the way to the elevator. We got in and I’d guess she was relieved that we hadn’t met anyone. When we got to her floor she turned left and led me down the hall. Her steps slowed as she reached the door. For a moment she just stood, looking at the door, then raised the key in her hand.

"Sparrow, give me the coat."

Her head turned, the look on her face awash with confusion. I reached out and cupped her chin with my hand and her eyes cleared. Her posture straightened, her face hardened and I could feel her taking what she needed from my touch.

"Your terms, your rules..."

She opened the coat and let it fall off her shoulders, turning for me to take it. I draped it over my arm as she put the key in the lock.

I watched as her arm tensed, preparing to twist the key.

"Sparrow."

Her head turned to me, her eyes wet, her face controlled.

"Thank you, now you can put the coat back on."

She took a quick breath then shook her head slowly.

"No Sir, I have to do this. They’ll never believe me if I don’t force them to see." She turned back to the waiting door and without hesitating unlocked it and pushed it open before her.

The apartment was dark and empty.

I stepped to her, taking her around her slight waist as she started to slump, then moved us into the dark room, closing the door behind us. She had geared herself for what she probably thought was going to be the worst confrontation in her life... and it wasn’t going to happen, at least not now. The wash of emotion still ran like a raging torrent, eddies causing whirlpools of discord and tension throughout her. As she calmed she started looking around her. When her weight shifted and she stood on her own again I let her go.

Without looking her hand reached out and switched on the light.

The furnishings were simple and inexpensive. The colors mismatched but it was functional and was probably comfortable enough. To me it seemed obvious that they spent their money elsewhere. I could feel sparrow leaning against me, her body a comfortable warmth in the cool room. I looked down to see her hard nipples and raised my hands and caressed them.

"Sparrow, you are home. You have your keys and your wallet is in my pocket. It’s your choice..."

She raised her hands and covered mine, pressing them into the flesh of her breasts.

"I’m leaving with you Sir."
"Alright then." I reluctantly let my hands fall from her sweet flesh and got out my cell phone.

"Jimmy?"

"Everything going OK up there?"

"Just fine, in fact gather up the boys and come on up, I’d like this to be pretty quick."

We’re on the way."

The next hour was a flurry of activity, the six of us packing the things either her or I decided she would need. She was inclined to take less, I insisted on more... of course my will prevailed. Finally I pulled a piece of paper from the stack where her computer had been and a pen and gave them to her.

"You need to leave a note. One that makes it plain that you have left of your own free will. We don’t want the police to come looking for you thinking you’ve been kidnaped."

She hesitated, then nodded her head and sat down to write.

Jimmy popped his head in. "Everything is loaded, we’re ready."

"Thanks Jimmy, we’ll be right down."

"There’s some curious neighbors."

"I’d be surprised if there weren’t."

"OK, I’ll be down stairs."

Sparrow was done and handed me the note. I folded it with out looking. "Sparrow, this is between you and them, not me." Then I placed it on the kitchen table. "Anything else before we go?"

"No, Sir."

"Then lets go."

She stood and headed for the door. I don’t think she even realized she was still naked. I followed behind her, part of me desperately wanting to stop her, part of me enjoying this, seeing her so absorbed that she had forgotten.

"Sparrow."

"Yes, Sir."
"Are you cold?"

"No, Sir."

"Good enough." I opened the door and we walked out. She locked the door behind us and we made our way down and out to the van. Prying eyes followed us. I knew there would be a lot of talk about this, that her parents would hear.

I watched her in the mirror as we drove away, it wasn’t until we were on our way back that she looked down at herself. Her face froze and I heard her gasp. Then she looked up to see me watching and I nodded my head to acknowledge what she already knew. I had let Jimmy drive back, so I was able to reach back and fondle her hard nipple. A shy smile warmed her face and her lips parted as I pinched, a hissing breath slowly escaping. She kept glancing out the widows, her eyes darting to every car and pedestrian. It didn’t take long for her to relax. There were no people staring.

"Sir?"

"Yes."

"People don’t notice much do they?"

I couldn’t help it, I burst out laughing. That she was fully aware of the irony of her statement was apparent in her smile.

"Little one, most people notice less than ten percent of what happens around them. It’s not so much inattentiveness as the ability of their mind. It takes training to achieve more."

"Training, Sir?"

"Yes, and the first lesson is understanding your own limitations."

She nodded her head, her mind already going over things. I knew the kind of self scrutiny she’d be going through, she’d ask for guidance in time.

The rest of the ride went in silence. There were a few people who noticed the petite asian in the van, but most never saw more than a few feet from their noses. Jimmy would glance at me when one noticed and we’d have our silent conversation of gestures and expressions. To me the funniest was the three boys, they couldn’t have been more than fifteen or so. One noticed and tried to get the others to believe him, but of course we were gone by then. I watched him in the mirror as he argued his point... and lost to the disbelief of his friends.

"Lets go to the loading dock."

"Good enough."

When Jimmy pulled up to the door I got out and opened it, waving him in, then closed it behind us. Everyone was getting out as I got back to the van.

"Boys, take her stuff up to the storeroom on the main floor." They hopped to it in their usual fashion. I could see the pack mentality at work, each still trying to be top dog. I took sparrow’s hand and gestured for Jimmy to bring slutpuppy and we made our way to the Japan room.

I took sparrow to a corner and had her sit down on the mat then whispered in her ear. "Sparrow, everything in life ‘can’ be a lesson if you choose to see it."

"Yes, Sir."

I turned to face Jimmy and slutpuppy.

"You’re sure you want me to take her?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Puppy, what is your agreement with Jimmy?"

"To serve him in any way he chooses, Sir. To obey and learn."

"Hmmm... something you have trouble doing I see." I watched her as her shoulders fell, her head hung and her stance shifted, turning slightly to one side. The cowed dog trying to become a smaller target for the predator.

"Yes, Sir." came the meek reply.

"Do you accept me as your Master?"

"Yes, Sir."

"24/7?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You work?"

"Yes. Sir, this one is a financial consultant."

"9 to 5?"
"Yes, Sir, downtown."

"Jimmy, how long?"

"As long as it takes, Sir."

"Puppy?"

"As long as it takes, Sir."

"Well, it never rains, that it pours." I turned to look at sparrow, thinking that it was going to be a challenge with just her, now there would be two to train.

"Alright, Jimmy, it’s done. Bring her things tomorrow. Puppy, you’re going to need to call in sick tomorrow."I didn’t bother to look for an acknowledgment.

"Strip, puppy." As she complied I turned to Jimmy. "Jimmy, you may choose three toys for My use tonight."

"Any toys, Sir?" Jimmy was a tried and true sadist, I could sense the need growing in him as he considered the possibilities.

"Yes."

"May I go fetch them, Sir?"

"Go ahead, Jimmy. And bring the boys back with you."

"Yes, Sir."

I turned back to see puppy shedding the last of her clothing.

Puppy was fleshier than sparrow, she obviously wasn’t as active. Her breasts, probably a C cup. Hips a bit broader than I prefer, but not bad. She was also shaved, the smooth flesh of her sex as full as the rest of her body. On her, the bare flesh was appealing without making her look like a child. Some men prefer the shaved look because they want that childish look. Some just because they don’t like hair. For myself it depends on the woman. And for some men too.

The ropes I had used before were strewn around the room still and the pole was still hanging from the suspension rig. I went and got the remote and raised the rig to head height on slutpuppy.

"Hand."

She held out her right hand and I retrieved a rope and tied it to the pole. Her left hand was waiting when I finished and I tied it as well. Then I crossed to the tansu and got out a head harness with ball gag. When I turned and faced her slutpuppy’s eyes widened.

"Ah, puppy, does this scare you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good."

Her face blanched at my tone. I quickly crossed to her and slipped it over her head. She knew what was expected and didn’t fight, but she was tense and I could see and hear her flinch and gasp as I settled it into place.

"Open."

She complied and I strapped the ball gag in place. I glanced at sparrow. Her gaze was unwavering, her expression curious.

After making sure the harness was secure I went back to the tansu and got two floor mounts. Returning to slutpuppy I knelt and rolled one of the mats enough to reveal a series of threaded holes in the floor and locked the mounts in at the marks for a three foot spacing. Then I retrieved more rope and pulled one foot then the other to the mounts and secured her feet.

When I finished Jimmy and the rest of the puppies were back.

In one hand Jimmy held one of my longer single tails. In the other was what is commonly called a butt hook. And dangling from his wrist by a leather thong was an innocuous looking plastic box with two copper colored prongs.

"Ah, Jimmy, you really are unhappy with slutpuppy aren’t you."

"It’s that obvious?"

"The toys speak for themselves Jimmy."

He looked down at them and shrugged. "They just felt right, you know how I am."

"I know." I thought for a moment how to stage the play with what he had brought. One thing was obvious, Jimmy had forgotten, or was counting on, one of my rules. As that thought struck me I relaxed and a warm chuckle rolled out of me and I could hear slutpuppy groan behind the gag.

"Boys, it’s rule three tonight. Go fetch." They almost shit themselves rushing for the door.
Rule three: There are times when even a master must obey.

Jimmy was staring at the floor in front of his feet. In my home no one, master or not, stood beyond my reach. There were those who would never see my home because of that rule.

"Jimmy," his eyes rose to meet mine, "strip."

As he complied I reached up and opened the hidden latch and dropped a second rigging point. It was just a three feet away from the first. I moved the second pole under it and then gathered more rope and retrieved a second ring and floor mounts. When I checked Jimmy was naked and waiting. Jimmy is a slender guy, almost a bean pole, but with his clothes off his strength is obvious. Every muscle is defined and prominent without being bulky. He takes care of himself and it shows. As for being hung? He’s no horse, but no slouch either.

I turned back to what I was doing and rigged the second pole to the waiting hook. When I was ready I motioned Jimmy over and tied him facing slutpuppy. In moments he was trussed just as she was hands above head, feet lashed to the floor.

"I’m not going to gag you Jimmy, as long as you can be silent. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

I looked around and decided to clean up the rest of the earlier mess, as I did my mind wandered back the session with sparrow. It seemed like it had been days ago, but it had been less than six hours since I carried her into this room. I glanced at her, she seemed content to just watch. Her gaze was on the two naked forms in the center of the room, but I couldn’t tell if either one held her attention more than the other. As I finished picking up the ropes from earlier and putting then away properly the boys returned.

They stopped just inside the door and waited.

"Good boys, now strip so we can begin."

It’s not very often that Jimmy does something that will invoke rule three and sometimes he just asks me to invoke it for his own reasons. But the boys had been with him long enough now to know the rules of what would happen tonight.

While they stripped I got the rest of the things I wanted.