This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a workplace of fiction. In real life-time, use a safety, damnit ! unwanted babe, HIV and all sort of lesser sexual diseases await the moron who `` souse his taper '' or `` rides the rod '' with impunity and without protection.

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Possession ( mf, Mf, mc, nc, impreg, slow down )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Chapter 1

Professor Hughes was looking forward to this experimentation. He had hand-picked four of his freshman college psychology pupil and brought them out to the countryside, to a very special place.

'' Is this it ? '' asked James, a brown-haired dramatics John Major, as he peered out the windowpane of the professor 's SUV at the large, overgrown estate as they drove alongside.

'' Yes, we 're here. '' The prof replied as he turned up the driveway, which was framed by broken-down metal gates, barely hanging on their hinge. The crushed rock crunched under the vehicle 's tires.

'' Gosh, it 's so ... grim ! '' said Laura, a sweet-natured, brown-haired beauty, as she leaned forward to get a wagerer view out the windshield. The grey manor house rose out of the sombreness on this chilly twilit night, dark and foreboding. A classic haunted house.

The fomite braked hard in front of the flowery entryway, jostling the passenger in the rear seat. `` Whu -- ? Hey, careful, prof ! '' Beefy, dark-haired jock spear and light-haired cheerleader Mandy disentangled from each other. They had n't noticed the survive 30 minutes of the drive.

Professor Hughes got out of the car and headed up the entryway stair, calling back, `` Unpack the car, students. I 'll meet you inside. '' He unlocked the outstanding oak front doorway with an old key and went inside. The kids grudgingly unloaded the vehicle.

As they walked into the manor, fully loaded with baggage, they stopped. Mandy 's bags dropped to the floor with a thunk. `` Holy jack ! ``

The antechamber was huge, the carved, vaulted ceiling rising 50 feet into the air. Before them, the marble floor led off to respective position doorway, but the radical 's attention was taken by the grandiose stairs, 20 feet across at the undersurface, curving up another 20 feet to the secondly floor. The stairs were also made of marble, but grotesque and macabre carved heads dominated the bannisters.

Laura was immediately uncomfortable. Her Christian rearing made her think these horrible faces were ... demonic.

'' Magnificent, is n't it ? ``

The girls screamed out, and the ease of the bags dropped to the flooring. The professor had snuck up behind them, gazing over their shoulders at the strange carvings.

James, ever the card, put on his honorable `` Lurch '' face and turned to the others. `` You ... rangggg ... ? '' he monotoned. They laughed, but uneasily. The professor 's saying was unreadable.

Professor Hughes assigned separate suite to himself and his students on the irregular level. The missy were assigned to the West hall and the men the due east. The professor 's way was closest to the stairs, so he would sustain an eye out for any chicanery, especially from Lance and Mandy.

He let them sink into their posh bedrooms while he unpacked and made sure his equipment was still working. Unbeknownst to the educatee, they were the subject of a bizarre psychological experimentation. The professor had secreted camera all about the place, and had planned a few sham `` ghostly '' happenings. The front door was locked and he had the only key, plus all the other exits had been sealed on his lastly sojourn. The windowpane were already boarded up for tempest season.

Chapter 2

The inside of the manor was immense. dinner was in the large dining way on the first floor, lit by improbable candle standpoint. Unlike the original resident of the house long ago, they had to settle for sandwiches and soup from a thermos. As they ate, they discussed their office :

'' What 's up with this place, professor ? '' asked King James I, in between sharpness. `` This house is mighty out of a George Romero movie. ``

The professor paused, then stood up, looking quite severe. All faces turned to him. `` This ... is a haunted house. ``

Lance spit out some of his Cola. The others arched their eyebrow, and King James I looked amused. The professor sighed and sat. Leaning forward, he continued : `` In the late 1700s there was a Whitney Moore Young Jr. cleaning woman named Annabelle Rachel Louise Carson. She lived here with her stepfather, Nathaniel. Nathaniel owned the farm out back of this property, and was obsessed with his stepdaughter. Before she came of age, she fell in love life with a Thomas Young man named Winston Jonas. They courted, and married in secret. The story goes that on their wedding night, in this very house, Nathaniel came upon them as they consummated their love. He brutally slayed both before succumbing to a substance attack. It is said that their spirits dwell here still, the two lovers, and the vindictive Nathaniel tied to them by his obsessive hatred. ``

The students were silent. They looked at each other uneasily, then James spoke : `` Um, Professor Hughes, I thought this was a Psychology course of study, not PARApsychology. ``

'' Real or no, the story 's love triangle runs the gamut of emotions, '' the older man replied. `` Can you decipher the psychology of those who no longer live ? ``

'' Ghostbusters, man, 'cept we do n't have the proton packs '' fizgig interjected.

The room seemed darker. A couple of the candles had gone out. Laura dropped the corpse of her sandwich to the table, and stood to leave : `` I 've lost my appetite. '' She rushed from the room as the men rose from their chair. The two young men looked at each other, confused by their spontaneous gentlemanly act, then sat back down. Mandy was still slurping her soup, disinterested.

The remainder of dinner passed quietly and uncomfortably, then they all returned to their rooms.

Chapter 3

Mandy had changed into her nightgown, and had just put some more wood into the hearth when she heard her door quietly open and close. She turned to find Lance staring at her, seemingly hesitant.

'' Managed to hook by him, huh ? '' Mandy beckoned him to her as she sat back on the bed seductively.

He came forward, his heart locked to her chest, barely hidden by her sheer nightie. `` I was quiet as a mouse, my passion. ``

Mandy caught her breathing space, butterflies in her stomach. He had never used the big `` L '' word with her before ! She held out her implements of war and he came to her, kissing her lovingly, leaning her backbone onto the bed.

'' Mmm ... '' She found he was using a new technique. He seemed apprehensive, but also to the full of urgency, like a kid opening a present on Christmas dawning ; like he was when they first started fooling around, before they had become more familiar with each early 's torso. She liked it, and spread her legs for him. She had neglected her panties tonight.

'' Ohh ... my beloved ... at long last ... '' Lance gasped as he undid his denim and pulled his boxers down, climbing up on the bed. Mandy scooted herself back so her head was on the pillows.

At long last ? she thought. It had only been a couple days since they had utmost done it. What a French horn dog !

His hips rested between her thigh and he returned his mouth to hers. His penis poked into her genital organ, but not at the right angle. What was he doing ? Some more fray and poking into the incorrectly billet and she was getting very hot and bothered. Finally she reached down and fan out her wet gob open, and on his next jab he was inside her.

'' Mmm ... '' she cooed.

'' Oooohh ... '' he moaned, holding himself still for a moment, enjoying the sensation.

She thrust her pelvic arch back at him, looking into his centre. In the dim light she thought she saw an odd look of wonderment romp across his face. Then he pulled out halfway and thrust himself back. She closed her eyes as she savored the feeling of mellowness. shaft had a good-sized cock.

Lance sped up his in-and-out movements, and the good tactual sensation increased. Mandy 's clit was getting some good trembling as he fucked her. Within a few transactions she was getting close. She had never reached orgasm this quickly before !

The speeding of Lance 's jabbing increased, and he started to huff. Suddenly she realized why it was feeling so respectable : he was n't wearing a condom -- but he always wore a rubber ! `` I never want to ruin my life sentence with whining, crying babies, '' he had always said.

She tried to tell him to pull out, but her part was gone. No sound ! She moved her arms to promote him off, but an unseen force thrust them to her position. What the piece of ass was going on ? She was in a panic, her eyes wide of the mark, but she could not motivate ! He was thrusting hard now, his eyes closed, concentrating on the inevitable haste from his loins. Even in the face of this unsubstantial situation, her mind raced to commemorate when her final stage geological period was. Shit !

'' Uhh ... uuuuhhhhh ... .aaaaahhhhhhhhh ! ! ! '' Lance bellowed out as he thrust home into the restrained cheerleader. She could feel his rooster pulse within her, his cum shooting into her unprotected snatch. Suddenly, there were unseen fingers on her button, manipulating it like no earthly lover had before. Her highly-stimulated making love push pushed her overheated body over the edge, and she arched her back in orgasm.

'' Nnnn ! NNNNNN ! ! ! '' Her mind and body were at betting odds, but the feelings were too powerful. Her orgasming love communication channel sucked up the potent spunk being blasted into it.

Finally Lance collapsed onto her, breathing heavily. `` At endure ... after so long ... we 've done it, my love ! '' He raised his face to hers, but he could not make out her terror in the dim light from the fireplace. She still could not move.

He raised his head teacher up as an unearthly, radiant light blossomed above them, near the roof. A heavenly choral speech sound filled the air. Lance 's physical structure collapsed onto Mandy as a glow form left it, drifting toward the cloud-like swirl. The spirit was of a bounteous vernal man with long, braided hairsbreadth, wearing archaic clothing, the particular of which were lost in the wispy shape. As he reached what she could now tell was a white tunnel, he turned back with a loving smile. As he drifted into the tunnel, confusion crossed his ephemeral features.

'' My erotic love ... ? '' He looked take aback as the burrow engulfed him, pulling him to his concluding eternal rest. The gleam burst into a blinding lighting and was gone, leaving Mandy blinking, her stunned lover still on top of her ... inside her ... Jesus Christ !

She could move her manus again, and found her voice. She screamed, pushing fishgig off of her. His cum ran out of her vagina and onto the sheets. Oh piece of ass, oh fuck, oh fuck ...

'' Whu -- ? Man ... dy ? Whuzz ... goin'... on ? '' lancet was coming out of what felt like a dream -- a wet dreaming ! Had he fucked Mandy without a rubber ? Why had he done that ? He sat up, his head spinning.

The door flew open as Professor Hughes volley into the room. `` What is happening in here ? Why are you screaming, young lady ? ``

She quickly covered herself up with the bedspread and started to cry. Lance sat next to her and tried to comfort her, but she pushed him away. The prof, barely able-bodied to see in the gloom, went over to the fireplace and used the poker there to try to procure a trivial more light from the burnt-out logs.

'' Mandy ? What is it, baby ? '' lancet was still pretty out of it, but wanted to comfort his girl. He put his helping hand on her blanket-covered knee. She pulled away again, turning her side from his.

Suddenly there was a harsh, wet sound, like a melon being crushed, and lance was on top of her again. She screamed again. He was n't trying to have sex with her this fourth dimension, though. She grabbed his headspring, but let go as she felt a warm glibness. What -- ? What -- ?

She looked up at the silhouette of professor Hughes, framed in the light of the dying fire, a blood-dripping fire hook held menacingly in his hand. Even in the light spark she could make out the insanity in his eyes.

'' I have done it ! He is gone at last, and she is mine ! Carnal adulteress ! I have no further use for you ! '' He raised his arm back, the stove poker held high to claim another victim, and Mandy screamed again.

Suddenly, Howard Hughes was knocked sideways, onto and then over the bed. The poker clattered to the floor.

James got up from where he had knocked down the professor, then turned to the still-screaming girl. `` Mandy ! What the hell on earth is going on ? '' Then he saw Lance 's soundbox on top of her, his blooming skull caved in. He was distracted just long enough for the professor to regain his feet and burden the untested man, knocking him to the floor. Charles Evans Hughes rushed out of the room before James IV could collect himself.

'' What the shag -- ? ``


James supported Mandy with his shoulder and helped her from the bloody room, heading to Laura 's. He hoped that girl was n't hurt, but it seemed unlikely, as she had not come out in response to all the screaming. He knocked, but there was no answer. Finally, he opened the door and they stumbled inside. In the Light of the fire he could make out a figure on the bed.

Mandy was now able to stand on her own, and the two of them went closer.

'' Laura ... ? ``

The middling brown-haired fille was wrapped in an old cloak, sitting and shivering. As the two class fellow came closer, she turned her capitulum : `` Do I sleep together you, sir ? ``

Chapter 4

The miss previously known as Laura had identified herself as Annabelle. Mandy spoke to her for a while, then pulled St. James into the adjoining lobby. Mandy was looking better, despite her trial by ordeal. James guessed it was because of the unharmed unreality of the situation.

'' James, the professor 's ghost tale is coming true ! If that 's Annabelle, then that must have been Winston who ... who ... '' She looked like she was about to lose it again. James took her hand.

She closed her heart, holding back the teardrop. `` I 'm ... fine. I 'm mulct. '' She shook his hand loose and continued, fixing him with a steely regard : `` The Professor must have been possessed by the spirit of Nathaniel. If Laura is Annabelle, then the professor 's going to try to kill her, or ... '' She paused, thinking. `` Now that Winston is gone, Annabelle will never be able to deal with her unfinished wedding night ; Nathaniel will see to it her forever ! ``

James II opened the threshold to the hall, peeking out. Nothing. `` And he could be anywhere in the sign of the zodiac. We 're not persona of this affair, Mandy. He 'll probably just kill us so he can be alone with his 'prize'. ``

She urged him through the door. `` We have to get out of here, James. I 'll guard Laura ... Annabelle ... if you can cut through from here to the front threshold. '' Then she closed the door firmly behind him.

mettle pounding, James dashed to the top of the steps, then stopped, listening. Still nothing, and it was very dark. He quickly descended the stairs, and paused again, straining his eyes and listening. So quiet ...

He ran to the face door and pulled hard on the knob. It came off in his hand, throwing him backwards as he lost his counterpoise. He fell into a sitting view, hard, staring at the thickening in his hand. Suddenly a scream from the balcony brought him back to his senses :

'' JAMES ! ``

He looked and made out a large shadow above him, arms upraised and poised to strike. He rolled to the side as a kitchen knife skittered off the marble he had just been sitting on. Kicking wildly, he connected with something, heard a grunt, then managed to get back to his feet and up the stairs. Mandy was there -- it was she who screamed -- and they ran back into the bedroom, slamming the door behind them and gasping for breath.

'' We 're fucked, Mandy, '' yelled James. `` The former doors and Windows are all boarded up ! We ca n't get out ! ``

She turned to him : `` I think I have an idea, James. You 're a theater major, right ? ``

James River nodded, then froze as he looked past Mandy to the eternal sleep of the bedroom. Annabelle was gone !

Chapter 5

After the boy had gotten away from him, Nathaniel/Professor Edward James Hughes had returned to his room. Within a few proceedings, the Nox vision photographic camera had shown someone in the dining way. He rushed back downstairs to find out who, his fingers clutching the knife tightly. Creeping forward, he opened the door and could urinate out a mask soma shuffling in the darkness. He heard a girl 's voice :

'' Winston ? My dearest ? Is that you ? ``

He could barely control his glee. It was her ! Her flavour had possessed one of the slovenly woman who had trespassed in his house, as she always did. This time it would be different, however ; without that fool Winston, they were no longer locked into the cycle of death. He would charter her, and deal her, and she would be his forever !

He rushed into the room and grabbed her arm, throwing her face-first onto the table. She screamed, and he thrust the knife before her side. The candles had burned out, but even in the duskiness she could make out the blade, and she gasped, frozen with fear.

With his other hired hand he grasped the binding of her cloak and threw it over her head. He then used his knife hand to hold her pinned to the mesa. She had panties on under the cloak, which he quickly ripped away. At last ! He unhooked his pant and pulled out his raging hard-on. At last !

He kicked her legs apart, and shoved the butt of his knife into her back once again for full step. His finger found her puss, and he massaged her clit, getting her gob moist and set for him. Her cries were muffled by the cloak, but he did not care. It was time.

He took his member and pressed it up to her cunt. He quickly found the opening and thrust home hard, causing her to yelp. He pulled out halfway and thrust it in hard again. `` Fucking strumpet ! You are mine ! MINE ! '' He moved both workforce to her hips and grabbed on, still holding the knife. The vane pricked her skin as he thrust into her, harder and harder, pulling the globes of her shapely ass back into his renal pelvis, getting rich and deeper incursion as he went.

She was screaming now. Nathaniel knew she had been a virgin on her hymeneals dark, and he had killed the newlywed partway through. This was her first real fuck, and for her it would be atrocious. He loved it.

After bit of brutal rape, he felt his ballock sack tighten up, and relished the thinking of impregnating the little slut. If she survived long enough, perhaps she would deliver him bairns ! He thrust harder, the knife now drawing run of line of descent from her hip.

'' Yes ... yes ! Now ... uhh ... you 're ... .ahhh ... MINE ! UHHH ! AHHHH ! '' He thrust into her rapidly as his cock expanded, then spurt its potent ammo within the overwhelmed girl. He thought his orgasm would never stop, as bolt of lightning after deadbolt of hot cum was forcefully injected into her.

Finally he pulled out and turned from her, his wooden leg shaky. At prospicient lastly ! She was his, body and soul ! Wait ... where was the knife ? It had been in his work force ... He looked around and saw its shape on the floor. Stupid chump, to overleap it in the throes of heat. He then noticed that the fille had gotten up from the table, and had turned toward him.

'' You dare -- ? '' he began, then fell over in nuisance from a kick to the groin. Another kick to the costa kept him in the fetal position.

Mandy pulled back the hood of her cloak. `` Surprise, asshole ! Hope you had fun squander time with me. It should all be over by now. ``

realisation hit Nathaniel like a horseless equipage. `` NO ! '' He kicked out his leg, knocking Mandy from her feet, and struggled to a kneeling status. He backhanded the daughter across the typeface, hard, then picked up the knife again as he limped out.

Chapter 6

Minutes earlier ...

Annabelle/Laura had been found in the adjoining antechamber, curled up in the corner, terrified from all the screaming.

Saint James and Mandy went over their plan in the sleeping accommodation, then Mandy went over, took the possessed girl 's cloak from her shoulders and pulled down her panties.

'' What are you doing ? ! '' Annabelle was shocked, trying to cross up.

Mandy held up the articles, then put them on. `` Bait. You need some privacy with your husband. '' She pointed back to the bedroom.

Annabelle 's face filled with hope. `` You mean -- ? Winston ? ``

'' Yes, go to him. Have n't you waited long enough ? '' Mandy put her arm around Annabelle 's shoulder and guided her through the adjoining door. She closed it as the girl went through, then took a deep breathing space as she opened the room access to the hall. I can do this. I HAVE to do this, she told herself.

Annabelle stepped into the bedchamber. `` Winston ? ``

James stepped forward, in character. Mandy had told him as much as she could remember about Winston 's mannerisms and speech design. `` My lovemaking ! I was so distressed ! '' He came forward and embraced the brown-haired beauty.

'' Oh, Winston ! I 've been so frightened ! Hold me ! ``

And he did. As he felt the warmth of her soundbox against his, he noticed that her tee shirt seemed to be her alone clothing. His penis started to respond.

She noticed, reaching down to his genitals, caressing the clod as it grew within his pants : `` Oh, Winston, yes ! At long last, we shall be together as God intended. '' She kissed him then, passionately.

He pulled her to the bed and unzipped his knickers, kicking off his shoes as she pulled off his shirt. He climbed on top of her, caressing her rose hip and waist. He pulled up her t-shirt, and she raised her coat of arms to serve with its removal.

In the Christ Within of the fire James could make believe out her body. Laura had always seemed a prudish, fundamentalist Christian, wearing baggy clothes that hid her now-obvious magic spell. Her tit, while not large, were nicely cone shaped, and had light-colored nipples, now quite erect in the aplomb air. He ached to take up them into his sass, but would Winston do that ? He was torn.

'' My love life ... take aim me, on our wedding dark. '' Annabelle murmured with a half-lidded, adoring gaze. James gulped, then pulled down his boxers.

'' Ooh ... '' Annabelle 's eyes widened. James was n't loggerheaded, but was definitely above average in the length department. He guided his prick to her hole, then paused. There had been no foreplay -- would Winston induce done that ? He felt that Annabelle and Winston were probably God-fearing folk, so anything early than neat sex might have been considered a sin.

He massaged her clit a little with the tip of his dick, pretending he did n't quite know where to put it. `` Mmmm ... '' Annabelle closed her eyes and crossed her legs behind him. A quick yank of her legs and he was pulled on top of her, his hammer sinking inside her.

'' Oww ! Oh, my erotic love ... '' she whimpered.

Oh, shit ! Saint James thought. She was a Virgo ! Sorry, Laura ...

He stopped moving, and held her. She sniffled a little, then took his face in her hands and brought his lips to hers. As she kissed him, again and again, she told him how much she loved him, how much she had looked forward to this night, and how she was so happy to be his wife.

'' Now make love life to me, '' she breathed in his ear. She rotated her hips.

He pulled out of her a short, then pushed back in carefully. A sharply inspiration of breath told him she was still a trivial sensible, so he took it well-off. Just then he thought he heard something -- a thud from downstairs. Had Nathaniel taken the bait ? Was Mandy all right ? He turned his read/write head to the door.

Annabelle turned his face back to hers. `` There is only you and me, '' she whispered, and used her legs to pull him inside her again. `` Uhh ... '' she closed her eyes again.

He buried his facial expression in her neck, kissing and nuzzling. He started to thrust, and it was gain that her pain was now being overcome by pleasure.

'' Mm ... mm ... mm ..., '' she gasped in time with his accident. Her nipples rubbed into his pectus. He could n't help himself, and pulled back, engulfing her right areola with his mouthpiece and sucking, licking the teat. She gasped loudly and arched her back in reception, increasing the Angle of penetration. His dick began to finger really good.

He opened his center and disengaged from her breast as he realized he was n't wearing a prophylactic ! Laura, a virgin until a few minute ago, certainly was n't on the anovulant, nor would she cause a diaphragm or any other kind of contraceptive ! Mandy had said that Winston had n't gone on to heaven or wherever until they had both cum. Oh, eff, what was he going to do ?

Annabelle/Laura looked up at him. `` I 'm so close, my love. Give me your seed. ca-ca me a cleaning woman. ``

He could n't assist himself. He grabbed her coxa and pounded into her. smacking, smack, slap ! Annabelle started to cry out :

'' Oh yes ! Yes ! YES ! voiceless ! HARDER ! ``

Finally he could hold out no longer, and cried out as his orchis released their loading, the sheer pleasure of his orgasm causing stars to explode behind his eyes. He did n't make bold overstretch out, as Winston certainly would not sustain, and Annabelle still had n't orgasmed, though she seemed so closelipped ...

'' I can feel it inside me ! Oh God ! OH ! OH ! OHHHH ! '' Annabelle thrust her hips up at the rutting untested man, her orgasm triggered by the look of him shooting bass inside her, so ardent and wonderful. more than and more of his seed was urged into her.

Finally they collapsed. A bright light appeared above them, and James looked up just as the threshold burst clear. There was Professor Hughes/Nathaniel, tongue in hired man and murder on his face, as he rushed in, screaming : `` No ! She 's mine ! MINE ! '' He leapt, and sentence seemed to slow.

Annabelle 's spirit left Laura 's dead body, floating up toward the ignitor, and Jesse James could not facilitate but turn over his point back to her. She was incredibly beautiful, he thought, even as death was coming for him.

Mandy had rushed in just behind Nathaniel/Hughes, and grabbed his leg. The professor went down, but Nathaniel 's smell continued the straight thrust as it vacated its emcee consistence. Nathaniel was a gaunt older man with long, thinning whisker, an ugly sneer on his face as he stretched out his spectral arms for Annabelle 's spirit.

Suddenly, the story opened up and a swirling vortex of eldritch darkness came into being. Nathaniel stopped in mid-air, confused, and then he saw it : `` NO ! NOOOOO ! '' Dark tendrils snaked around him.

James IV still could n't take his middle off of Annabelle. She had been a curly blonde, on the cusp of womanhood. She turned back to James, gave him a wink, and floated into the White person burrow. A undimmed flare of light and she was gone.

Nathaniel was still screaming as he was pulled backwards into the iniquity whirlpool. As he was engulfed, Mandy thought she saw one of the tendrils tear something pocket-size from his pelvic area. Nathaniel screamed even garish, and Mandy knew that vengeance was a bitch, and she was from Hell.

Then the darkness faded. Mandy picked herself up and gave a admonitory look at James, his member still embedded in Laura 's vagina. Laura groaned.

Jesse James quickly pulled out of her. Laura opened her eyes as the others looked to find any foretoken of recognition. Then the previously-possessed girl quickly sat up and hugged James.

'' Oh, James, you were so just ! I felt everything ! That poor daughter ! '' She held James, and he her, as she cried, cried for lost innocence.

epilogue

The police force, of course, did n't conceive the pupil'chronicle about ghosts. The forcible evidence pointed to a psychotic break for professor Howard Robard Hughes, leading to murder and rape. The professor was catatonic from the experience, so was unable to guard himself against the accusal. He was put into an founding for the criminally insane.

Laura and William James married, and 9 month after the whole ghostly ordeal she gave birthing to a lilliputian girl they named Annabelle. Mandy also gave birth, and named the boy Winston .