Friday, April 8, 2011
Stolen Week - Erotic Romance
Warning - while there is no violence in this story, it could be considered disturbing in nature.
I am 30 years old, and still a virgin. This fact increasingly makes me want to cry. Knowing that I was not a looker, I have spent my life going to school and getting a good career. I’m a nurse, and I work 60 hours a week on average. Makes it kinda hard to get laid, huh?
Now that I have attained a certain amount of seniority at the hospital where I work, I asked to be placed on three 12 hour days a week, figuring that I might have some time to find a boyfriend in my spare time… or maybe just a one night stand. This immediately turned out to be wishful thinking as I had no idea how to find a good man.
I tried speed dating – no luck. I tried going to the bars, and I could not believe how many of the men who hit on me were married, grotesque, or just plain repulsive. Don’t get me wrong, my standards are low, but not that low, damn!
I may have decided to just give up, and consign myself to life long virginity, loneliness, and permanent overtime, but my biological clock decided to kick in with a vengeance. I couldn’t help myself; I wanted a baby. I figured that even if I only ever had sex once, as long as it resulted in a baby, I would have someone to love, who loved me in return. Besides, I’d be such a good mother!
The smart thing to do would have been to adopt, or go to a sperm bank. Hell, it may have even been smarter to give into one of the grotesque, teeth missing, balding, smelly men with huge beer guts at the bar. Call me shallow; call me vain, but I just didn’t… I just couldn’t bring myself to let one of those between my legs. I shudder just thinking about it.
I researched the local sperm bank, and nearly decided on that as an option, but while surfing the internet, I stupidly spent 8 hours looking on a site that is reminiscent of Youtube… but for porn. Oh the videos on that site! There were videos for things I would never have the courage or desire to try, but they made me burn with wanton need. I was seriously ready to ambush the neighbor on his way into his apartment, but he was married… and about 50 years old. Probably not a good idea.
In frustration, I decided to go to the park. I figured that it would be safe there. Everyone would have clothes on, and no one would be having sex. There might even be a bunch of babies to watch play. Boy was I wrong! It was a hot summer day, and everyone was wearing as little as possible. Everywhere I looked, couples were making out – total PDA! There were babies… but watching them play made me want at least a dozen of my own! This was worse than watching internet porn.
I leaned back to look at the nice blue sky. It was clear except for one cloud, and I swear that cloud was shaped like a couple fucking doggie style. I bit back a scream; it wouldn’t do to make a scene in public, but I was going to have to do something drastic, for sure.A man placed his foot on the other end on the bench I was sitting on, and retied his shoe. I tried not to look at him, but curiosity got the better of me. He. Was. Gorgeous! He was tall, blond, and muscular. Believe me, his tiny tight shorts, and form-fitting wife beater left nothing to the imagination. I rather hoped that I wasn’t overestimating his package – if you know what I mean.
I tried not to stare… overtly. I made it look like I was facing straight ahead, but my eyes were glued to him. There was no way I could get a man like him. I mean come on, short, plain bordering on ugly, and pudgy to boot. I was not his type.
He had just finished jogging around the park paths, and was quenching his thirst from a glass water bottle, of all things. He looked around as if deciding whether to go another round, and his eyes landed on me. An expression crossed his face that was not intended to be mean, but pretty much confirmed that I was not his type.
He quickly found a girl that fit his tastes, and I noticed that she was a prime bit of eye candy. She was petite, skinny with muscles, and curves a Victoria secret model would be jealous of. She also happened to have red hair, and no concern over her miniscule bikini.
I watched him leave, wondering why he didn’t try to pick her up, and had a sudden urge to follow him. I even went so far as to get in my car and follow his mid-sized gold convertible all the way to his house. Oops!
Regaining my senses, I sped home, and nearly had a heart attack as I passed a speed trap. Thankfully there were about 10 cars behind me, and the squad car had to settle for the last traffic violator in line. I breathed a sigh of relief, and turned into my parking lot.
Once at home, I paced my living room. I was out of options, I was just going to have to get drunk and stand on a street corner. Maybe I could lose my virginity and get paid for it… There might be one man attracted to my type…
I opened a new bottle of tequila, and opting for speed over caution, started downing shots. Five shots later, and I was ready to go! Until I stood up, tripped over an invisible elf, and fell flat on my face. Wow, this floor is pretty darn comfortable!
The next afternoon – thank god I didn’t have to work! – I decided to go recuperate in the park. I wore a pair of extra dark sunglasses to block out the light, and tried to ignore all of the scantily clad hornballs and absolutely adorable babies. It was either this or internet porn, and this seemed like the slightly less frustrating idea.
After about a half an hour, I noticed tall blond and gorgeous jogging around the park, and despite him being at least 50 feet away at all times, I swear I could see each jiggle of his balls, and every sway of his shaft. They completely took over my vision, and appeared to throb oh so invitingly.
I decided to make an escape, but then he came over to my bench, the same one I sat on yesterday, and placed one foot on it as he drained his water bottle. As he swallowed, his throat moved in a way that made me think of sex. Of course, that was probably because I was dying to screw this man into the first available bed we happened upon.
He looked around the park, and sighed. It’s true that I seemed to be the only available woman here today, and we have already established that I am not his type. I watched him leave, and suppressed the urge to stalk him. Again, heh heh.
I didn’t want to go home yet, and I knew I had to work tomorrow, so getting drunk and standing on a corner was not a good idea. Too bad I couldn’t just abduct him…
It wouldn’t be hard. I could grab some tranquilizers from work, and load them into my dart gun. I was a pretty good shot if I did say so myself. I laughed at the absurdity of my plan.
The next day at work, I got my monthly blood, and knew that having sex with anyone would not result in pregnancy for another couple of weeks anyway. I would have realized that if I had thought about it two days ago, but let’s just say that I wasn’t thinking with my brain then.
I decided that a vacation was in order. I could take a car trip, and maybe find the right man while I was away. I requested a whole week off in six weeks, and realized that I should be ovulating then, so if I did find a man, things might go according to plan.
On all my days off, I drove myself crazy looking at internet porn, and then escaping from that to go to the park. Every time I was at the park, I saw the blond hottie, and my desire to have him grew beyond all reason.
A week before my vacation, I realized I had completely forgotten to plan my trip, and I also had a pretty impressive stash of tranquilizers in syringes. This made me realize that they wouldn’t fit in my dart gun, and I decided a trip to the nearest big box sporting store might be helpful. What do you know, they do actually sell fillable darts for my dart gun.
Makes me wonder what they think us customers will fill them with, but then again, I suppose that animal control might shop here. Oh well, makes things easier for me.
What in the hell am I doing? I can’t seriously think that I can kidnap him! That’s just plain crazy! I’m going to need a blindfold, and some comfortable straps or rope, or something…
I made up a list, and checked on the internet where I could locate these items nearby. Soon, it was the first day of my vacation, and I was waiting in the park for my poor unfortunate victim. With my luck, he’d be home sick today, but no there he was.
I didn’t want to seem suspicious, so I went to wait in my car. I saw him finish his run, and head towards his car, and I took careful aim. Just as he reached to open his car, I shot him with the dart full of liquid tranquilizer. I aimed for his jugular, and was actually amazed when it hit him right where I wanted it to.
He slapped his neck as if a mosquito had bitten him, and pulled the dart out with an expression of horror, mixed with interest, as if he was thinking, “Hmm, well something this strange doesn’t happen everyday.” He swayed, and slumped into his car.
I took a quick look around, and noticed that no one had noticed anything out of the ordinary. It must look like he was just resting in his car for a minute. I went to him, and carefully checked his pulse, and his response to being patted on the cheek. He was out cold, and his heartbeat wasn’t too slow. That was my big concern; that I’d give him too much.
I was grateful for my years of experience carrying and moving patients in various states of unconsciousness. I was able to pull him out of the car and bring him to the passenger side pretty easily.
“What’s wrong with him?” The woman getting into the next car asked.
“He’s diabetic, and forgot to eat when taking his insulin this morning. Good thing I know him, and am a nurse. I’ll bring him to the doctor, and we’ll put him on a glucose drip.” I went into way too much detail, but I had to make it sound plausible, right?
“Oh, ok, as long as you’re helping him.” She shrugged, and made it clear that she didn’t really care.
I drove him back to my apartment, parked his car in my garage, and dragged him all the way to my bedroom. My neighbors all knew I was a nurse, and they had also seen me bring home someone who needed medical attention from time to time.
“What happened to him?” The 50 year old man next door asked.
“Sunstroke. He should be fine after a short rest,” I stated.
“I had sunstroke once, not fun, but not fatal if kept hydrated.”
“Yep, thanks,” I didn’t feel the need to point out that I knew how to care for sunstroke.
After stripping, blindfolding, and tying him to my bed, I knew that I had a few hours before he regained consciousness. That was just right to go get my car. I figured leaving it at the park for a week would arouse suspicion, and that wasn’t what I wanted to arouse.
Finally, after I’d had time to cook dinner, eat, and take a bath. I decided that the drug should wear off soon. I lay in the bed next to him, and wondered what to do. Other than losing my virginity, my goal was to create a baby, and I knew that his sperm had a better chance of taking root if I was aroused. Ok, mission accomplished. I was SO ready to jump him!
But to give me an extra fighting chance, I decided to play with myself until I creamed my panties. Those had to go anyway, heh heh.
I watched him for at least five minutes, and noticed his breathing grow faster. His hands and feet started to wiggle a bit, and I knew he was awake enough to at least know something wasn’t right. It was time for the fun to begin.
I ran my hand up his inner thigh, and took hold of the piece of anatomy that interested me most. I stroked and drew my name on it with my finger, and watched it grow with fascination. I enclosed it in my fist, and pumped it until it was definitely as hard as it could get, and then I decided to lick it.
I figured that since I had a whole week before I had to go back to work, I could take my time and do anything and everything I wanted to him. Right now, I wanted nothing more than to examine every inch of this hard and beautiful proof of maleness. I took him in my mouth, and learned how to give him pleasure by watching the look on his face.
I should have set up a camera, damnit! I am going to want to watch this later on. Probably over and over until the disk wears out. Oh well, too late for now, maybe… wait a minute! I just so happened to have a remote control on a 10 megapixel webcam that pointed in this direction. It came with my laptop, and it really was coincidence that it pointed this way, but hey, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth! The remote control was so that I could turn my laptop off from across the room on those many occasions that the internet porn had me diving into bed to seek release.
With the camera on, I resumed my task. Mmmmm!
As a man, I was naturally interested in getting sex every chance I got, but strangely, no woman ever seemed to satisfy me. I found a new woman willing to let me between her legs at least once a week, and most of these women could be playboy models. I was 25, and in the prime of my life. I looked so good that even men cast me lusty glances.
Not being interested in men in the slightest, I quickly discouraged any man that looked my way, and since I loved to work out, I was confident that I would be able to physically beat the point into their head if they ever tried anything. Women were definitely my cup of tea.
I liked to run through the park everyday to keep in top shape, and was actually glad that there weren’t too many single women, or men, in the park at the time of day I took my jog. There were basically two, a redhead that I had hit on once, only to find out that she had a girlfriend (damn!), and a quiet woman who seemed half asleep every time I saw her.
She wasn’t ugly, but she definitely was not attractive to me in the slightest. I worked at a gym as a personal trainer, so I had seen plenty of women fatter and uglier than her… but also plenty of hotties who were easy to talk into bed. The choice was clear.
This park was pretty much my one refuge from the people that wanted to get into my pants. Having plenty of sex, I wasn’t desperate to go looking for more. Besides, it never failed; once I’d had my fun, the woman started talking like I was going to come back for more, and stay in her life. I’m in the prime of my life, and not interested in a relationship!
After my jog, I walked to my car, and then I felt a sting, and pulled a dart out of my neck in confusion. Weird… I wobbled, and fell, and that was the last thing I remember until I became aware that I couldn’t open my eyes… or maybe it was just that dark in the room. No… I was blindfolded and tied in a spread eagle position.
Oh great! Just my luck, one of those men we hear about on the news every night just so happens to be gay, and thinks I am an easy target! I increased my efforts to free my wrists when I felt a hand stroke my thigh, and fondle my shaft. What is wrong with me! I am tied to a rapist’s bed, and my dick is rising to the occasion!
Hohmigawd! After a brief pause, this rapist was giving me the best head I had ever received in my life! Maybe it’s true that gay men know how to suck the best… No, no, no! Um… baseball… my grandma… being punched in the nuts… nope, nothing was helping me to go limp.
My knees started to shake, and I couldn’t stop myself from announcing, “I’m gonna cum!”
Surprisingly, this caused my rapist to stop. I felt a bit disappointed, and then reminded myself that enjoying this man’s ministrations was against the plan. He shifted his weight on the bed, and I felt him straddle me.
This he is a she! I have been inside plenty of women, and also plenty of women’s rear ends. I was expecting something that felt more like the rear than the front, but there is no mistaking this. My rapist is a woman. How often does that happen?
Honestly, I wasn’t sure how to react to this information. Should I still resist, or at least try? Should I give in? Did it really matter, it seemed like my body was more than willing. I guess this is why it’s hard to believe the rare man that accuses a woman of raping him.
I wondered what she looked like, and realized that she probably wasn’t the best looking, after all, a gorgeous woman wouldn’t have had to go to all this trouble, she’d just had to ask. Maybe the blindfold was a blessing. Unable to see her, I was free to imagine that she was Selma Hayek or Angelina Jolie. How cool would that be?
She started out slowly, and not only was she incredibly tight, but there was some sort of resistance I had never encountered before. It quickly gave way, and she wiggled around a bit. She chose a better position, and gained in speed. Now, she was riding me harder than a bandit fleeing from a bounty hunter.
I am not ashamed to admit that I was moaning, groaning, and panting in pleasure. I wondered when was the last time I had enjoyed sex this much. I may have even shouted, “Oh yeah baby, yeah!”
I knew I was going to cum soon, and wished my hands were free so I could grab her hips and bury in as deep as I could go. I was afraid that if I announced this again, she would stop. This was rape after all, she might not want me to actually find release until I am begging for it. That would be torture, and in keeping with the theme.
I locked my hips, arched my back and let loose a guttural shout of satisfaction.
Mission accomplished! Virginity gone! However, I still have most of a week of vacation left, and I am not going to let him go now. I want to give my body as many opportunities to get pregnant as possible without draining him dry too soon. I snuggled up next to him, and put a pillow under my hips to elevate them slightly. Then, I used the remote to turn off the webcam and my laptop, and clapped to turn off the light.
I covered us both with a blanket since I didn’t want him to catch a cold, and snuggled even closer to him. As I lay there, fairly sure he had drifted off to sleep, I realized that I really hadn’t thought this through. What about in the morning when he would need to use the bathroom, and get something to eat? I would need to hide all the cell phones, and unplug the landline. I would also have to get rid of all photos, and completely tape the windows, plus figure out how to make the door impossible to unlock from the inside. Then, I was going to need to figure out how to tranq him again without him seeing me, or avoiding it now that he knew it was coming.
So much to do and so little time. I fell asleep listening to his breath. He really must have fallen asleep, because his breathing was deep, and soothing to my ear.
In the morning, I naturally woke up before dawn, a side effect of working so many hours, and steadily crossed all the tasks off my checklist. I have no idea why, but one of my closets had a deadbolt that required a key to lock or unlock no matter which side you were on, so I switched that with the one on my apartment door. Abduction was far more complicated that I could have guessed.
I cooked breakfast, ate, and then untied him before he woke up. I then hid inside the closet I switched locks with, ensuring that he wouldn’t be able to open it without a key. I planned to give him enough time to take care of his bodily functions and eat before I knocked him out until tonight. I had no illusions that I would be able to overpower him if he saw me before I shot him again.
I was surprised that he took a shower, but I suppose that it was only natural to want to wash the sticky sweat and dried semen off. I had hidden his clothes, and so he walked around the apartment naked, or so I assumed. For all I knew, he could have put something of mine on, not that it would fit him.
I heard him try the door, and while the window could be broken open if he really tried, I was confident that the measure I had taken to prevent anyone from breaking in would also prevent him from getting out. If he focused on the window long enough to figure out a way to open it, I’d just tranq him.
He seemed to decide that he was more hungry than motivated to escape at the moment, and I heard him sit and dig into the sausage and egg hashbrown mix I’d made. When he was done, I’d swear it sounded like he washed the plate, and set it in the drying rack. Strange!
I silently opened to door enough to peak at him, and nearly swooned. Yep, he was naked, and yep, he was still gorgeous. I wanted to hurry up and have sex with him again, but I had to wait until the tranquilizer wore off. Speaking of which, I aimed, and shot him. He heard the shot, and turned to look for it, which meant that I hit him right where I needed to.
He fought it for a minute, but then he was down, and I was able to drag him back to bed. I took the opportunity to explore every inch of his body with my hands, and tied him up again. I was getting pretty darn attached to having him in my bed like this, but I would let him go at the end of the week.
Hours passed, and after turning the webcam back on, I licked and kissed as much of his body as I could. He grew hard about halfway through this treatment, and started moaning. I took this as a good sign, and continued what I was doing.
After I had thoroughly tasted his body, I concentrated on the part that interested me most. He began to ooze fluid after a while, and I knew that I had better hop on before he came somewhere I didn’t want. I slide up and down his shaft fairly slowly, and rubbed my clitoris to make things a bit more fun for me.
He started chanting, “Yeah, just like that!” Strangely, this set me over the edge, and I could feel my muscles rippling over his shaft. “Oh god yes!” He cried out as he filled me up.
I remained impaled by him, and lay down to bite his neck.
“I can’t decide if this is rape, or the kinkiest sex I’ve ever had,” he informed me.
I didn’t want to speak and give him something to identify me by if I ever found myself in a line up of suspects, but I grinned. At least I was doing something right.
A week passed in the same pattern, and before I knew it, it was time to let him go. I tranqed him for the last time, and spent about an hour crying. After that, I dressed him, made sure all of his belongings were in his pockets, and dragged him out to his car.
I had waited for dark to do this because I didn’t want to risk being seen by the neighbors. It occurred to me that he had probably been reported missing by now, and I was surprised that my neighbor and the lady in the park hadn’t called in to tip the police off that I was the last one seen with him. I debated the wisdom of driving him to his house, but a when a couple of trips around the block revealed that there weren’t any police or suspicious cars around, I drove up to his driveway, opened his garage, and parked his car.
I was glad that I lived within walking distance, and left him sleeping in his car in his garage. He shouldn’t get too hot or too cold before he woke up, but I was tired of lugging around, and the temptation of tying him to his bed was much to compelling.
I power walked home, and cried myself to sleep, certain that I would never have sex again.
On the third day of my imprisonment, I was wondering why my captor didn’t just show herself. After all, I hadn’t seriously tried to escape, and I don’t think I would reject her unless she was hideous. Though I might try to talk her into letting me go soon. I had no idea how long she planned to keep me.
I ate another fabulous breakfast, and nervously tried not to fear the shot I knew was coming soon. An side effect of sleeping all day in a drugged induced mini coma was that I ended up staying awake all last night, and I had nothing to do but listen to her sleep. She sounded cute in her sleep, and she kept snuggling up to me in a way that made me really wish my hand were free so that I could hold her.
I heard the shot, and felt the drug enter my body. It still amazed me how quickly it worked. The next thing I knew, I was being fondled, and didn’t even try to want to resist. I have to admit I am a pig in bed. I only do what it takes to warm my partner up, and then I practice my stamina until I’ve had my fun. Then I leave.
It was a unique experience to be forced to stay, and forced to sleep next to my sex partner. What’s more, she was having a great time, and I could feel it every time she orgasmed all over me. I never realized how much fun sex could be with a woman who was getting an equal amount of pleasure… perhaps more.
I noticed that the women I imagined she could be had changed from Salma Hayek to that quiet woman in the park. I don’t know why, but that woman seemed to fit what I could feel of this woman. Short and thick around the waist.
I really wanted to be able to grip her hips. I really wanted to be able to roll her under me, and bury myself completely inside her. I wanted to feel my balls thump against her.
“Please,” I begged. “Please free my hands. I want to -”
I was cut short when she put a finger in my mouth, pulled my lower jaw down as far as it would go, and inserted a rubber ball that I could not push out with my tongue. Okay, I get it, no talking about untying me.
Days passed, and I have no idea how many. Frankly, I didn’t care. I knew I was probably fired for no show no call by this point, but that didn’t seem to matter. I was having fabulous sex, and at the moment, that seemed more important than anything.
One night, she tranqed me right after we finished having sex, and my last thought before I passed out was, “Uh no, I guess it’s over.”
Sure enough, I woke up in my car, in my garage. Scary! Whoever she was, she knew where I lived. Then I realized that my ID was in my wallet, and that’s probably how she found out my address. Pretty smart actually.
I had no idea what to think, and I had no idea what to say to people when they asked where I was the last week. I didn’t want to tell the truth, and I wasn’t interested in calling the police. Somehow I didn’t think they would believe me.
I decided to just say that I got drunk and went on a road trip, then got lost, and had to wait for my car to get fixed, and I was in the middle of nowhere with no cell reception, and no telephones or internet… yeah… that isn’t believable, but it was the best I could come up with.
I was surprised that my boss thought I was worth a second chance, and a couple days passed as if nothing had happened. I even went running through the park since the worst that could happen was that I get kidnapped and screwed for another week.
It took me a few days, but I realized that the quiet woman wasn’t coming to the park any more. She had always been erratic when she was there, so I didn’t think anything was abnormal at first. But she had been there several times a week before, and now she wasn’t there at all.
Interesting… I wonder what happened to her. After the past week, I realized that I was actually ready to try my hand at an actual relationship, and I don’t know why, but I this made me think of her. Maybe it’s because I realized that looks weren’t that important after all. The best sex of my life was with someone I never saw once.
Time passed, and I tried to commit to a few different women, but it wasn’t right with them. Months passed, and I decided to give up. I just wasn’t relationship material.
One day, I saw the woman in the park again. She looked a bit prettier than I remembered, but it was probably due to the fact that she glowed. She was obviously pregnant, and I realized that she had stopped coming to the park because she had found a boyfriend, and they had apparently been busy.
She sat on the bench I normally rested on after my run, and I decided to strike up a conversation.
“So, when are you due?”
She was startled to say the least. “You’re talking to me?”
“Yes,” I stated. I couldn’t blame her for assuming that I wouldn’t give her the time of day. I was still considered hot by almost everyone.
“In 8 weeks,” she answered.
“Is it a boy or a girl?” I wondered, as I am sure most people do.
“Why do you care?” She asked.
“No reason.” Talk about prickly, sheesh!
She sighed. “A girl.”
“I bet she’ll be daddy’s little girl!” I blurted out the first thing that came to mind, but it gave me an opening. “Where is he anyway? I bet he’s getting excited. Listening to her, talking to her, and feeling her through your stomach.”
She stared at her fingers for a few moments. “I don’t know who her father is. I had a fling with a stranger. I hoped for this to happen, and it did. The father probably wouldn’t want her anyway.”
“Oh…” I didn’t know what to say, and it occurred to me that I could very well have a child due to be born soon as well. This was something I hadn’t given much thought to, but I don’t remember my captor using protection. For all I knew, she could have been on the pill.
“It was nice talking with you, but I think I should go now.”
“No wait, I…” I didn’t want her to go, but I couldn’t think of anything to keep her here. “I’m about to go grab a bite to eat. You hungry?”
She gave me the strangest look, as if she was trying to figure me out. “Do you… know… no, nevermind.” She walked away.
“Do I know what?” I called after her, jogging to catch up with her. I swear I heard her mutter, “What I did to you.”
I stopped jogging, nearly tripping over my feet. My heart started racing, and I felt short of breath. “Wait! Was that you?!” I yelled so that she could hear me.
She tripped, and fell. I was able to get to her in about 2 seconds. She shied away from me, and I grabbed her by the shoulders.
“Was that you?”
“Was what me? What are you talking about?”
So she wanted to play it like that, huh? “The fling with the stranger… was I the stranger?”
All of the color drained from her face. “N-no.” She said so softly that it was nearly a whisper.
“Yes it was!” I just knew. I listened to her breathe, and I just knew it was her. I kissed her.
“How did you know,” she whispered so softly that I had to guess what she asked.
“I had a week to get to know you. I breathed in your scent, and listened to you sleep. I think I would know you anywhere.”
“Are… are you going to turn me into the police?”
I wondered how me kissing her gave her the impression that I considered having her arrested. “No,” I kissed her again, and rested my hand on her stomach. I felt the child inside her move, and was surprised by how much I wanted to meet this new person I helped create, even if not consentually.
“Let me get to know you,” I told her.
She closed her eyes, and nodded slowly. “I’m Mary.”
“Hi Mary, I’m Chad.”
“Nice to meet you,” she smiled.
“Do you want to get something to eat with me? I’ll bring you wherever you want,” I offered.
“I’d like that.”
I have a good feeling that this was going to be the start of a very interesting relationship. And honestly, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t eager to get back in bed with her.