In writing one of my recent stories, ‘The Red Dress’. I pieced together timelines and places from the sixty-odd postcards my mother had kept of my travels around Europe. Also, having been a keen photographer all my life, I am lucky that I had the foresight to write names and dates on most of my photos. One of the photos I came across was of Penny and me at a mate’s wedding. I only knew her for a few months, but wow, the memories. And although those memories are personal, and I feel a twinge of guilt writing a kiss-and-tell, it is such an erotic story that I have to share it.

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As I said in my Red Dress story, I lived with three girls in Cornwall Park Gardens in my first three months in London. But in late March, the girls left the flat to travel around Europe, and I moved into a house with my mates in Hampstead Gardens Suburb.

I was still working in Soho, renovating a building for one of the English guys I played rugby with. For tax reasons, his company didn’t want any more staff on their books, so they set me up as a contractor, and I had to invoice them for work done every week. The work became too much for me to handle, so I roped in another Kiwi mate, Geoff, to help me out, and we hired extra labourers when we needed them.

We worked our own hours, and what worked for me was getting onto the worksite before 7:30 each morning and knocking off before 4:00 pm so I didn’t get caught in the morning or evening crushes on the tubes.

On this particular day, I finished at around 3:30 pm, walked to Tottenham Court Road tube station and paid for a ticket to Golders Green—the Northern Line, for those who know London. I found a seat and perused the other commuters. An attractive woman in her forties was sitting opposite me. But the second I looked down at her knees, she clamped them tightly shut, swivelled to the side and then glared at me as if I was a dirty old pervert. She was right, except for the old bit. I was nearly twenty-three, so probably half her age.

A couple of stops later, a young schoolgirl got on. She didn’t look for a seat but stood holding the pole by the door. In my peripheral vision, I’d seen her check me out, but mostly, she stood facing away from me, which was a shame, as I didn’t get to see her face and check out if she was pretty.

Her figure was that of a woman, but I knew she was a schoolgirl, as I’d seen groups of girls wearing identical blazers over white blouses that she had on. This girl, however, wore a long dark blue woollen skirt that almost touched the ground, so I knew she was a senior. Still, I drew the line at going anywhere near underage girls, and so I looked away and checked out the rest of the carriage.

Soon, my eyes swivelled back to her, though, as no one else in the carriage caught my eye. She was directly in line with a halogen roof light, forming a halo around her head, highlighting a professionally cut mess of auburn curls that trailed down to rest on her shoulders. Her tidy body gently swayed with the movements of the carriage. And I took in the way she flicked her hair from her face, the curve of her shoulders, and the sway of her curvaceous hips with a well-rounded butt that had the palms of my hands itching. And at the next stop, when some more commuters entered, she turned away from them, giving me a good look at her. 

I snapped my head away, though, when my cock throbbed and hardened. Fuck me, what was I doing. I glanced around to see if anyone had noted my interest. The woman opposite was giving me a filthy look. She had noticed and was not impressed. She even shook her head at me.

I looked to my left, began studying some workers, and set my mind to analysing their professions. However, I did note that the girl took several long glances my way over the next few stops. I purposely ensured I did not reveal I was being checked out.

When we reached Golders Green, I saw she was also alighting there. I stood and walked away to the far left doors. When I stepped onto the platform, I was pleased to see she was twenty feet ahead of me and that there were now a good number of commuters between us. I didn’t want her to think I was following her.

However, as I exited the station onto Finchley Road, I found myself only yards behind her, with three schoolboys between us. They mimicked her swaying hips and egged one another on to heckle her. Finally, one of them made some ribald comment, and she turned and told them to grow up.

She had a posh upper-class accent, and her response just encouraged the boys to be bolder. I could see the boys were also seniors, as their shirts and shorts were well-worn and too tight. But when one of them yelled out some comment, like did she want a fuck, and his mate responded with something just as nasty, I saw red.

I took two quick steps, gripped each of them by their necks and almost lifted them from the ground. I was so mad.

“Has your mother not taught you how to behave around girls?” I snapped in their ears.

The boy who had yelled out, ‘Did she want a fuck’ tried to break away. And when he couldn’t break my grasp, he yelled at me not to touch him, that I was going to be in trouble.

I just laughed, read out the name of his school on his mate’s blazer, and said maybe I should talk to their headmaster about how their pupils thought it was acceptable to act around the opposite sex.

He didn’t seem too bothered by this, but when I changed tack and offered to take them home and talk to their mothers, all three boys began apologising. I pushed them away and told them to run before I followed them home. They took off for a hundred yards before turning and giving me the finger. Then, they sprinted away again when I made to chase them.

The girl had stopped and was waiting for me. When I reached her, she thanked me and offered her name.

“I’m Penny. Thank you for handling them. They have hassled me for weeks, but it was never that bad.”

“I’m Dave. You’re welcome. I never can understand why guys have to be like that around girls.”

“Do you live near here?” She asked.

“Up near the North Circular. I flat with some mates there.”

“I live there as well. Will you walk me home?”

“I will, but do you think that’s proper? An older guy walking with a schoolgirl might look sleazy to some folk.”

“You can’t be that much older than me. I’m not underage, you know.”

I gave her a sceptical look. To which she opened the satchel hung over her shoulder, removed her purse, and proudly pulled out her driver’s license.

“See, that’s me. And I have had it for nearly six months.”

“That could be your sisters. How do I know that’s you?”

“I’ll show you my passport when we get home if you want. But that is me.”

She looked annoyed that I would disbelieve her. So I mentioned that she should be happy that I thought she looked younger than she was. I asked her why she was still at school. She looked at me as if I was dumb.

“I’m sitting my ‘A’ levels in a few weeks. Seventeen or eighteen is the common age for sitting them. What age do you sit your ‘A’ levels in New Zealand?” 

I wracked my brain. We didn’t have ‘A’ levels. I guessed it must be the equivalent of our University Entrance exam. So I told her about that, and she responded that it must have been and that she was going to Oxford Uni after the summer break.”

Once that was settled, we set off towards home. She asked about New Zealand, what I did, etc., and for the next fifteen minutes, we learned a bit about each other.

She lived the next street from where my mates and I were flatting. The area was quite upper-class, and her road, in particular, I knew, had some very expensive houses. Our house was expensive to rent, but eight of us lived there in four bedrooms, which made it affordable.

When we reached my road, I asked if she wanted me to continue with her and walk her to her house.

“No!” She exclaimed. “My mother will be home. I don’t want her to see you.” 

“Okay, I’ll leave you here then, and don’t go attracting any more unwanted males.” I joked as I turned and walked away.

I felt her eyes on me as I walked up our Close. My mind was in turmoil as I fought two conflicting emotions. One, I wanted to turn back, get her phone number and seduce her. The other was telling me to keep walking, that whatever her age, she was a schoolgirl and too young for me. I wouldn’t have had the same concerns if I had met her three weeks later when she left school, so that was stupid, really. 

But she had ticked many boxes on my perfect pickup list. She was pretty, slender, and had the perfect figure of a teenager. I knew she was from a privileged background; her clothes, leather satchel, and where she lived told me that. But also, her face and hands told me she had never done any manual work nor suffered any hardships, and she had the perfect unblemished skin of an English rose.

Anyway, I put her out of my mind when I got home and started preparing dinner. One of my mates had his girlfriend staying (Kay), and she did some of the cooking. However, Brian did most of the cooking. He worked at Claridge’s Hotel as a cook but aspired to become a chef. I peeled the potatoes most nights and cut up all the other vegetables. Brian or Kay would leave me a note about what they wanted done. I should mention that I also liked cooking but didn’t often get the opportunity to cook with the other two in the flat.

The next day, I finished work a little later, and when I reached the station, I couldn’t help but look around to see if I could catch a glimpse of Penny. Then I realised she hadn’t gotten on until Euston Station, so I positioned myself by the door to check out the platform as the tube entered Euston Station. But although I checked it out, there was no sign of Penny at Euston or every station after that.

Slightly relieved but more than a bit disappointed, I stepped out onto Finchley Road and turned right for home.

“You’re late. I’ve been waiting fifteen minutes.” Penny’s voice chirped to my right. I turned and saw her leaning against the wall.

“I never know when I will finish. I just work until I have completed the task at hand. You shouldn’t be waiting for strange men to come by anyway.” I responded.

We walked home together. Penny was easy to talk to and very interested in everything I said. But when we got to our road, I bid her goodbye and hurried off before I made a stupid mistake. She’d openly flirted with me and looked disappointed when I hurried away.

The next day, I spent the day doing block work. The owners of the building we were renovating wanted a strong room to store jewellery that they had to photograph. Oh! We were renovating the first two floors and the basement so the owners could lease it to a photography company. At 3:00 that afternoon, I had one more course of blocks to do, but needing to mix another barrow of grout, I decided to call it quits and see if Penny was waiting for me again.

But she never appeared on the tube, at the station, or on my walk to our house. I was disappointed even though I knew I shouldn’t be. As per usual, I prepared all the veggies for dinner, then wandered in and talked with Phil. He shared the bedroom just inside the front door with Brian. The rest of the flat arrived home and either retired to their bedrooms or sat around in the dining area. At around 6:00, Brian yelled out that dinner would be ready in 15 minutes and for us to clean up and get our arses to the dining room. 

As Phil and I finished our conversation, our flatmates filed past his bedroom door into the lounge/dining room. We were just about to stand and follow them when there was a knock on the front door. Phil leapt up and opened it. Penny was grinning at me over Phil’s shoulder. Dressed up and wearing makeup, she looked much older.

She wore knee-high black patent leather boots, a light grey skirt, and a black leather coat that almost reached the hem of her skirt. The look was smart, and because of the gap of bare leg above the boots, she looked incredibly sexy.

I shit myself. No way did I want to take her into the lounge/dining room and face the rest of the flat. So I took her elbow and pushed her up the stairs towards my bedroom. At the foot of the stairs, Phil stood, giving me an incredulous look and moving his arm in a wanking motion. I waved at the bastard to go have dinner and leave us alone. I had no intention of doing any more than talking some sense into her and sending her on her way so I could return downstairs and have dinner.

I shared the bedroom with Ivan. (It’s not the Ivan I have written about in many of my other stories, but an old rugby mate and an electrician from Auckland.) He worked in Wales during the week, so most weeks, he was away, and I had the bedroom to myself.

Penny wriggled her arse seductively as I followed her. As she reached the top of the stairs, she dropped her hands to the hem of the skirt and flicked it up to reveal that she was not wearing any panties. Fuck, that was me done for. A woman wearing no panties was, and still is, one of my biggest turn-ons. She turned her head to enquire which of the four doors I wished her to enter. I guided her left into my bedroom and closed the door. I turned and watched Penny slip the leather coat from her shoulders and fall back onto my bed. Her legs opened, and I felt a sudden surge of desire — no, lust.

She looked childishly innocent but at the same time sluttish. The top two buttons of her blouse were undone, and it was tightly strained across her swelling young breasts - her skirt had risen, giving me the first full view of her puffy mound and pink slit winking at me. She gave me a look that portrayed both nervous innocence and excited anticipation. 

What was a guy to do? I lowered myself beside her and asked if she was aware of what she was doing. Her lips parted in an inaudible sigh, her eyes fixed on mine, and she said, “I have wanted this for ages. I want you to fuck me.”

Somehow, I managed to unbutton the rest of her blouse with my trembling fingers and slip it from her shoulders, revealing that she was not wearing a bra. She had much larger breasts than I had imagined. They were creamy white with large pink nipples. As they burst free, I grasped them, one in each hand and felt the nipples instantly harden against my palms. My hands looked dark against her pale skin. Looking down and seeing them, she groaned and flung her head back on the pillow.

I leaned forward and kissed her properly for the first time. Gripping my head, she returned my kiss with passion and humped her hips against mine, letting me know what she wanted. I rolled away so I could remove my clothes, and she followed me, grasping at buttons and zips, desperate to get me naked.

Her desperation slowed my progress, and when I finally managed to kick my scants from my ankles, she let out an appreciative gasp as she took in my iron-hard cock.

“Oh, help, that’s big!”

“Shall I stop?” I asked, hoping like hell she wouldn’t say yes.

“No way. I want this more than you. Can I touch it?”

“Might not be a good idea. It might explode if you touch it now.”

She grabbed it anyway, with a wicked look in her eyes. The little minx realised what she was doing to me. I pushed her onto her back and positioned myself between her thighs, and placed the tip of my penis against her puffy folds. My swollen knob was already glistening with pre-come. Her wet slit parted easily as I pressed forward, and I slid into her warm, welcoming cunt with no resistance whatsoever.

Our bodies moved together, the urgency of her passion matching my own. I lifted above her and took in the flush of desire distorting her beautiful face. I was so taken with her open desire that I almost came. Somehow, I managed to hold my orgasm at bay and lifted her hips, allowing my thrusting cock to impale her fully. She let out a soft moan and told me she was coming. I was incredulous. In my experience, girls took forever to cum, and many never did. But that she was coming, there was no doubt. Her breath was coming hard and fast, and I felt my cock begin to pulse in anticipation.

I thrust hard, and she thrust back just as hard. I watched her bite her little pink tongue as her eyes rolled back in her head, and she groaned for me to go harder. I had a terrible thought that I wasn’t wearing a condom, and I tried to pull out. But she yelled at me that she was on the pill and wanted me. So I thrust in deeply again.

As I climaxed, I momentarily lost vision, and then, when it returned, I gazed down on her beautiful body, committing every detail to memory. She was gripping the coverlet so tight her uncles were white, and she had clenched her legs around my bum. I looked on, almost in disbelief. I’d never had a woman cum so hard. In fact, many women I’d been with had tried to disguise their orgasms from me.

I rolled off and lay beside her, catching my breath. 

“Was I... good?” she murmured in my ear. 

I rolled my head to face her and lightly kissed her lips. “You were the best,” I whispered.”

“That was my first. Can we do it again,” she whispered. 

I kissed the tip of her nose. “Not right away. Give me thirty minutes, and I’ll be eager again. What time do you have to be home?”

“It’s Mum’s bridge night; she gets home between 9:30 and 10:00. So I have to leave here by 9:00 at the latest.”

I looked at my clock and saw it was 7:45. Where on earth did the time go? I would have sworn our lovemaking had taken no more than ten minutes. Then the fact she had said this was her first hit me. I couldn’t believe that. I was a bit larger than many of my mates and had had girls complain about my size, yet she had taken every inch easily. Certainly not a virgin in my books.

“You said I was your first? But you were not a virgin?” I asked.

‘I was. I’ve never done that before. You are my first…. But I have tried things…you know!”

I didn’t know - and I must have let my doubt show on my face as Penny began to tell me about her and her best friend. I got enough of the story that evening to get me fucking horny, and much sooner than I would have thought possible, we were fucking again. This one lasted much longer than the first, and I’m pretty sure she had more than one orgasm. She was certainly very turned on and very enthusiastic.

After I saw her off at the front door, Phil came out of his bedroom, gave me another incredulous look and told me he’d put some dinner in the oven for me. I entered the lounge to hear plenty of jibes from my mates about young Penny and many questions about where on earth I had pulled her.

Before I go any further, I should recount what she told me about her and her girlfriend’s escapades. I’ll summarise, as she gave me many more details in the coming weeks. She was always very open with me about what she and Lynn had gotten up to and was never embarrassed. Quite the opposite, she knew the lurid details got me horny and was very eager to tell all.

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Penny’s best friend Lynn had found an old Victorian collection of erotic books in her father’s library a year or so previously. She secreted one of the books to Penny’s for them to read. Soon, at any chance they could get some privacy, they began experimenting and playing out some of the scenarios described in the book.

I asked her the book's name, and she told me it was ‘The Pearl’. I had read it and had a copy stored with all my other possessions back home. We laughed. She was astounded at the fact that we may have been reading the naughty novel at the same time. I asked her what her favourite tale was.

“Oh, Sub-Umbra, or Sport among the She-Noodles. That is very horny. I want to try many of the things that Walter did to the girls.”

I remembered that one of the story’s main characters, ‘Walter’, had a penchant for muff-diving, and I vowed to myself that on our next encounter, I would dive between her legs.

She told me she and Lynn had tried vegetables, like carrots and bananas and innate objects like hair curlers, hairbrush handles, and deodorant containers on each other. And told me of a very erotic encounter where Lynn had used a cucumber on her one day and that when she had tried to return the favour, Lynn could not take even an inch of it; she was so tight. I took from this that Penny had just been born with a large pussy, and indeed she may have been a virgin. Not that fucking virgins was some goal of mine.

Needless to say, I pressed for more information about her friend Lynn most nights we met. And she would get me very worked up with her descriptions of some of the things they had tried with each other. I don’t remember if I pressed her to watch them at it. I know I would have loved to watch them. But I probably didn’t ask, as I was pretty naive about voyeurism at that tender age.

The next evening, Penny turned up at my door again - this time more modestly dressed. But when I followed her up the stairs, she flicked her dress up to show me she was wearing black lace panties, suspenders and black fishnet stockings. Once I had her on my bed, I asked about the lingerie.

“They are my mothers. We are the same size, and I often borrow her clothes. But she doesn’t know I have these.”

As promised, I was soon between her legs, giving her a thorough eating out. The lovemaking that followed was incredible; she was so eager to try new positions. It being a Friday night, I was keen to have her stay. But she had to be home before 9:30 again, so it was not to be.

I didn’t get to see her again until Sunday morning. She turned up on our doorstep, but as Ivan was home, we went up to her house and fucked for an hour. Her parents and brother were at church. Some things I do remember about this visit, was that their house was like a mansion, they obviously had a lot of money. Also, she took me to her mother’s bedroom and showed me her wardrobe and lingerie drawer. She wanted to know what I wanted her to wear for our next date.

Two things that struck me were that her mother wore some very sexy clothes and that she had a separate bedroom from her husband. Some very naughty thoughts ran through my head, and I discreetly asked Jenny about her mother. She informed me her father was old, sixty-six. Her mother had her when she was nineteen, so there was an over twenty-five-year difference in her parents' ages. I asked about what her father did, and she told me he was in parliament, a minister, no less.

I next saw her on Tuesday night, which became our normal routine for the next three weeks. She would wait until her mother left for her bridge club and wander down the hill to see me.

But one Wednesday night, around 6:00 p.m., there was a knock on our door. I raced out to open the door, expecting to find Penny dressed in some new outfit for me to admire. But instead, a mature woman was standing there. I immediately knew it was Penny’s mother; the similarity between the two was uncanny.

“Are you the young man seeing my daughter, Penny?” She snapped.

“Yes,” I squeaked. Thinking, ‘Here fucking goes’.

“We need to talk. Can I come in?”

I stammered, “No, All my flatmates are in the lounge.” Thinking to myself - that I couldn't take her up to my bedroom.

“We can go sit in my car then,” she turned, expecting me to follow.

Her new BMW 3.0 CSI car was parked outside our gate, in the turning circle at the end of our cul-de-sac. She pushed her seat right back so she could turn and look at me, so I reached down and pushed my seat back as well.

“I want to know what your intentions are with my daughter. I know the two of you are having sex.”

My stomach turned, and I tried to mumble a denial.

“Don’t bother denying it. I’ve found a skirt and some of my panties in the wash basket with your mess all over them.”

I don’t remember all our conversation, but the gist of it was that she and her husband intended/hoped she would marry some toffy bugger's son with royal connections. She didn’t care about Penny having a quick fling, ‘Hell,’ she said, she had screwed around herself when she was Penny’s age. But she did not want me screwing things up or breaking Penny’s heart.

I told her it was just a casual affair and that I was travelling to Europe in two weeks with my mate Geoff, and that would probably be the end of it.

She was relieved and started hitting on me, making it very plain that she was not getting much attention from her husband these days and would welcome some attention. She did not come straight out and say this to me, but I was in no doubt that she was keen. I got out of the car and scurried back inside. She was a handsome woman, but I did not want to get involved. Christ, her husband, would likely get MI5 on me, and I certainly would not do that to Penny.

The next night, I told Penny I was travelling to Europe with Geoff for a month. I never mentioned her mother coming to see me. She wasn’t very upset about me going but insisted I contact her when I returned. So I asked her to accompany me to the wedding I had to be back for.

The night before Geoff and I were to depart, Penny came down for a farewell fuck. Ivan was home, so we could not use the bedroom. But when everyone went to bed, I set up some cushions on the lounge floor and had her stripped from the waist down before the flat finished using the bathrooms. We had quite a routine with our sex by then. I always started by eating her out and giving her a quick climax. Then she would blow me. We would talk and cuddle until she got me hard again, and then we would set to for a good long fuck in whatever position she fancied.

We were going at it ten to the dozen, and Penny was becoming quite vocal when I got the distinct feeling someone had opened the lounge door and was watching us. I turned to look, and there stood Penny’s mother, watching us from the doorway.

“Sorry to interrupt,” she exclaimed. “But Penny has her A-levels tomorrow and should be home getting her beauty sleep.”

I leapt up and tried to pull my jeans on. Penny screamed, pulled her skirt on, pushed past her mother, and raced out the door. Half the flat woke and came down to see what the fuss was. Penny’s mother apologised to me, again saying she was not worried about Penny and I fucking.

Ten minutes later, she was back at our front door, saying Penny was not home. Again, half the flat came to find out what the new commotion was about, and we all took off in different directions to try and find her.

My mate, Nelly, found her hiding in some bushes alongside the creek bank in Falloden Way. It took me a good while to calm her down, assure her that her mother didn’t mind, and then walk her back home. Her mother was waiting at the door, and Penny pushed past her and fled up the stairs. The mother thanked me profusely and gave me a kiss on the lips. Fuck, I was embarrassed.

I told Geoff about the mother’s flirtatious overtures, and he wanted to drive up to their house the following day to say goodbye. He reckoned if I was too scared to fuck her, I should give him a chance. I had to wrench the wheel left at the foot of our road as he threatened to turn right and drive up their road. I knew he was winding me up, but I did not relax until we were on the way to Dover.

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Geoff and I returned from Europe five days before my mate’s wedding in May. I met up with Penny two or three times that week, and she was just as keen as ever. Pushing me to teach her new positions and do it in weird places. I also had to go and meet her father that week to ask if I could take her to the wedding, as it was on a Saturday, her dad would be home, and she couldn’t sneak out. He was a grumpy bugger and did not seem too pleased about it. He sat rigidly, back ramrod straight and gave me the third degree. But Penny’s mother was on my side, and he reluctantly agreed to let me take Penny to the wedding.

I don’t remember all that much about the wedding, but I do remember we fucked in a store room at some stage and again that night in the back of my Mini Van when I dropped her back home. She knew I was departing for America in a few days and moaned to me about how she was going to survive without my beautiful cock (Her words, not mine).

So, on the Monday after the wedding, I visited a sex shop and bought her a vibrator. Those of you who are a bit older will remember the model. It was six inches long and made of ivory-white plastic. I gave it to her on the night before I was to depart. We had a fabulous night bringing her to multiple orgasms, alternating between her using the vibrator and our fucking like rabbits. Her only complaint was that the vibrator was not big enough and didn’t resemble my cock.

Penny drove me to Heathrow in her new Ford Escort the following morning. We had it off in the car park on the back seat before I headed off to New York. That was one of my more exciting farewells. Lots of people were walking past her car. I had a blanket over us, but what we were doing must have been obvious.

I was leaving to work at Camp America for my second year. I have written about this trip in ‘Adventures at an American Summer Camp’, so I will not say much about the three months except for one event related to this story.

One of the councillors and I visited New York to attend a weekend wedding. (This is another story I must write about one day.) We spotted a sex shop on the way into the city, and Pete wanted to stop and have a look. I was pretty keen myself.

There was a whole wall dedicated to vibrators and dildos. I had never seen such a collection. Some were very lifelike, and I recalled Penny’s comment about the vibrator I had given her not being large enough or bearing any likeness to my cock. So, I perused the selection and found one listed as being seven inches of pure delight. It looked much larger than me, but I reasoned that this was because it included a ball sack and handle where you installed the batteries.

Yes, it was a vibrator encased in silicon and looked realistic apart from the colour. It was deep purple and called the Purple People Eater. It was not cheap, but I bought it anyway, and when I was in my bedroom that night, I unwrapped it and had a good wank, as I thought about using it on Penny. The shaft was indeed about seven inches long, a little thinner than mine but had pronounced veins and a much larger flared knob. I knew she would be over the moon when she sighted it.

Jenny and I wrote while I was in the US, but I didn’t tell her about her present. I wanted it to be a surprise. Also, I was unsure how much I would see of Penny when I returned, as my mate Geoff was working at Camp Fusina in Venice and wanted me to join him there as soon as I returned. I also had the horrible feeling that she may have found another guy while I was away.

To be continued....