Monica, what can I say about her ; she 's my good friend, a constant companion, and my long term calf love. She also happens to be gorgeous and full of zip, being a geek and dancer she has a unique blend of down to earth along with an unembarrassed fit body. She 's around 5'6''' or something not scraggy with soft babe fat over laborious muscularity from her dance and exercises. She has glowering thick whisker which she kept little around shoulder joint length, her eyes are hazel, and her lips are so red-hot and wax always in a smile or laugh. Her raw and oft times crude common sense of bodily fluid always with the sexual undertone makes her a thrill to spill with. As I mentioned she was always with me as a 'friend', one of the just girl I allowed to keep me in the friend-zone willingly. I think I was just depicted object with what I had, possibly I was too afraid to ever try for More. That was when we were in our 20s. That was before she met 'that'guy, the one that she eventually married and had child with, the one I never really gave my approval too. Of course of study I would n't, not with my implicit in motive and sexual desires clouding my friendship.

I eventually hold on trying and we drifted apart. This was n't a surprise as these type of friendship often ends up this way and I 'was'a willing participant in it. During the decade following I go steady and sleep around but I always seemed to be comparing them to Monica. Small things I would nitpick and dismantle from my family relationship ; those that got that far. More often than not I settled into my brutally good persona and slept with women I tell honestly that I am just after a good fuck. It 's a lilliputian jarring that some of these women would take'I just want to sleep with you'and interpret that into 'save me with love'. NO. On a side note I knew that some women love the challenge of trying to change a man but honestly, just stop.
After baker's dozen years of this one day I happen to receive a text message from an unknown region phone number.

( unknown region number ) Hey Walter Scott ? This is my new routine. Not sure if this is you.

( Me ) Umm hi, who is this ?

( Unknown routine ) It 's Monica, it 's been a while but Hi !

I am dazed at the public figure, all that prison term of trying to go my own life and now all of a sudden I feel like I might throw from my anxiousness from one text subject matter. I quickly grew angry at myself for being so decrepit against her. I thought to myself'I 'm the conqueror of pussies old and young, ugly and hot, I can deal with an old friend right ? ! ?'As it turns out I could n't so I ignored it.

About a calendar week go by, it 's Sabbatum now and I have stared at my telephone every day since trying to make sense of my own tactile sensation, I knew I could easily record her liveliness again and it will be just as it was before but worst because I would have to constantly be reminded that someone else is enjoying that body. But I was deathly curious and I hate not knowing and regretting so I picked up the phone and brought up her chat :

( Me ) Hey, I 'm sorry for not responding I was meddling with work.

( Monica ) For a week ? ( before I could respond )

( Monica ) Haha anyways what are you up too ? Are you busy ? Wan na grab lunch today ?

( Me ) Umm sure I 'm free. Want to meet at that Bistro on one-fifth near the coffee shop class ?

( Monica ) The new Italian one ? OK chip in me about two hours ? I ca n't wait to see you !

As I put the phone down I knew I could n't escape this prodding inside of me. It was hullabaloo and trepidation roiling all through me. I could n't assist but think of her last statement 'ca n't expect to see you'. I oddly found myself smiling as I went about taking a exhibitor and getting ready. I decided to dress my age and brought out my nearly stylist blazer, blue jean, plain E. B. White dress shirt, and boots. I was out the doorway in an hour, I figured I get coffee tree and unagitated my brass a little.

She was late about 30 transactions but as I watched her walk up in front end of the Bistro from my burnt umber shop class vantage point I nearly forgot everything I have been mulling over for the hour I waited. She was wearing lightlessness leggings with knee high black boots with a Caucasian top that definitely showed her shapely bring forth figure. I do n't say that in a bad way at all, I can tell she kept up her work out even after her pregnancy because she was full figured but tone in a way only a somebody who moved around a lot can be. Her once low A cup bosom were at least a couple cup size of it magnanimous ( thank goodness for breastfeeding ). Her haircloth was longsighted and wavy and came down to her ass which at the present moment was facing towards me, it looked diffuse and perky in her tight legging. I was getting a hard on just looking at her.

I went out to meet her and as I was approaching from behind I could n't facilitate but feel nervous and worried. Worried that I would torment myself again with illusion of her to the point in time that I would rather be alone if I could n't be with her. This feeling kept getting unassailable up until the point she turned around with her industrious grinning and embrace. She smelled so commodity being this stopping point, like playing field of Lavenders. She was so diffused and warm as she held me, melding into my weaponry perfectly as if we were two section of a modeling. `` Hey handsome ! '' she exclaimed happily.

Before I could assist myself I blurted out `` Holy shit you look amazing ! '' I saw her register what I said in shock than her face soften and slowly she began to flush a niggling as she held me at arm 's length. My center leering all over her trunk. I felt helpless and a little sebaceous but I could n't help myself, she was gorgeous ! Her already curvy organic structure gained definition and swell, I did n't realize how dramatically until I was up next to her.

'' Thanks, you are looking gravid yourself ! '' She responded with big heart and a big grinning. I wanted nothing more than to grab her and kiss her deeply.

'' Let 's go grab a board and catch up. '' I suddenly felt relaxed. I had a revealing as I stood watching her while waiting for a table ; I realized I have never truly been honest with her about my feelings and that in play reflected on how I acted towards her. After we were apart and I began my methodical honest heartbreaking I was brutally dependable with all those lady friend. I swore to myself as we were seated that I would be honest with her no matter the cost.

As we ate we caught up on our lives. She has two Kid and has been a housewife and mom. She said she misses me and that she 's gladiolus that we could catch up because she was moving to New House of York. Apparently her husband got a advancement and will stimulate to work in NY, he and the youngster are already there settling in while she finishes some things here and will be flying in a couplet days. Needless to say I was somewhat disappointed in hearing this but at the Saame time I realize she is alone at the moment without having prompt responsibleness. She loves her tike and I knew I could n't vie with them with her time. I began to diagram my move, I needed her to hump exactly how lots she makes me disturbed with lust and love.

As we were finishing up I asked if she had any pressing business organization left today. She responded with a immense grin and told me she did not and that I should keep her company as she is alone and misses her family. I responded with `` of trend I will keep you company, just plow me like a second-stringer anything ... ..anything you need. '' I 'm not sure if she caught on to my logical implication as she just smirked and said 'ok'.

After lunch we went and got java and then to the film. We caught a other expansion slot for a love affair comedy. I did n't really pay attention as I kept looking at her and trying to hold open my hands from touching her. Halfway during the film I notice that the armrest was up and her aphrodisiac legs were fairly close to my hired man so I carefully leaned over voicelessness in her ears `` that 's totally me '' while patting my handwriting on her thighs in sync with the admirer telling a joke on screen. I kept my custody there and she tightened up but did n't really gave any implications to her uncomfortableness. As I already promised myself that I would just say whatever I thought I leaned in again after a couple minutes and said `` does it annoy you that my hand are on your pegleg ? I like the feel of your pants. I can move them if it makes you uncomfortable. ``

It took a couplet seconds as she continued to stare at the screen but she finally responded `` I do n't mind. '' I could n't believe it, I was about to blow my load just from touching her thighs ; how could I even have sex with her I thought. After a patch I wanted to push the boundaries so I began to rub her a niggling and to the inside. I felt her tense up but she continued to learn the moving-picture show. I got a little more bold and with my picayune finger I began to skid it up into her genitals almost touching but not. I could feel the heat coming from her and it drove me crazy. Embolden with my new found honesty I leaned in again.

'' She is really hot ( speaking of the actress on screen door ), but I still think the way you look today ... ..you are way hotter. '' I watched her blow out of the water reaction and backstairs glances at me.

'' I do n't conceive so but thanks anyways. '' she responded. I smiled and watched the rest period of the motion-picture show while my hands gently rubbed her upper decently thigh. After the film was over it was already dark. The movie theater was full and mass they were walking every which way. I thought it was a proficient opportunity to take hold of her workforce feigning that I did n't want to get split up. Her hands were soft and warmly as I pulled her along towards the exit. It reminded me of the past when we would hold custody everywhere, the bane base of the friend zone : holding hands.

Outside the air was nice and nerveless with a slight breeze, I looked over and saw that her haircloth was gently blown over her face. It was the thinned thing as she brushed her hair out of her oculus, sadly this made her break of serve our grasp to do so. She caught me staring and asked `` why are you just smiling looking at me ? '' I caught a hint of gaiety in her voice.

'' I was thinking that we should go grab dinner party and boozing so I can continue to differentiate you how beautiful you are. '' I said with a speck of fear that I might have scared her off.

I could n't quite read her grimace through her hair but I think it was surprise with a contact of amusement. `` Ok, do you eff a seat ? ''

'' I do, let 's go ! '' I said and led the way. Lucky that this shopping block/plaza has a bar located conveniently near the house. The bar was a small pub that you would find anywhere that has a business district. We sat furthermost away from the big covert TVs so we could hear each early while still capable to see the whole bar.

We settled into our puff zone easy as the drinks kept coming. We decided on sharing a bunch of starter since we were still full from lunch. We joked and laugh, talking about everything and anything. It was easy to forget that we have n't seen each other in so long when the synergy was so palpable. As we got to our twenty-five percent round I remembered that we use to jest about Robot sex of all matter. It was a retentive inside antic about the future when we would be able to put our creative thinker inside robots. I would say that I if I could, I would have the most advanced automaton penis ever being able to move in every which way with quivering settings and lots of horse power for thrusting. She would always insist that it would be obsolete at that stage because anyone not in a robot would be deadened from all the STD 's due to masses like me, we would jibe and laugh.

As the conversation lulled a bit I asked `` so have you changed your mind about my automaton phallus ? '' She almost spat her drink out while laughing so hard from the sudden motion. This led to a long debate on synthetical lubrication or organic lubrication, then it went into a debate on resoluteness of a penis ; if too hard can be a bad thing. Before I knew it the clock time read almost midnight and the conversation veered into personal fantasies.

'' So what is/was your ultimate fancy girl and what did you do ? '' She asked with a wicked smirk, eyes only slits leaning over with her tits resting on the table. My mind went dummy as I stared at her not so covered segmentation.

After a hour I took a sip of my drink and leaned over until we were almost poke to poke which brought a bout of razzing from her. I composed myself and with a stern face said `` My fantasy dream girl is staring me justly in the eyes right now. She has always been so and I believe always will be, as for the act I would first delight her with every appendage I have. I would eat her slit until the slop dripped down to her toes, I would clean every inch of her skin with my tongue and then some. I would use my finger, toes, elbows, knees, mouth, and body to consecrate her such pleasure that she would forget her own public figure. When she 's lying drained from all her wet orgasms I would sleep together her in every maw until my body breaks and I am no longer able to impress anything ! '' I said the final with an evil grin and settled back to take a drink.

By the time I finished her eyes were as big as saucers and her oral cavity hung open slightly, I reached down and puzzle a chip into her lip from the nachos. She jerked back and chewed on reflex still staring at me unblinking. I think she was pondering how to resolve or maybe formulating an outflow plan. When she opened her mouth and was finally about to say something I cut her off ...

'' Whew that was a dinner, did you like the nachos ? '' I said changing the matter, at to the lowest degree trying to. She did n't bite. I almost said 'just kidding'but I decided that the truth felt good to let out.

She scrunched her nerve a little and let out a `` WHAT THE Scheol ! ? ! no you do n't get to not explain ! '' When I played deaf for a pair of indorsement she almost shouted `` WELL ! ``

'' Well what ? What I said was the truth. I 'm sorry you do n't want to pick up it but I 'm sure you knew, you can not not know ... ... right ? '' I said mildly.

'' I ... ... uh ... .um ... ... I form of figured so, I guess. '' She seemed to deflate a little as she pondered what to do next. Finally she said quietly `` for how long ? ``

I decided to be a overbold ass and responded with `` I 'm leave to go all night and through the week if that 's what it takes ! '' She finally let out a laughter and smile and swatted me on my head.

'' Ass ! You know what I 'm asking. '' She exclaimed.

'' Well pretty much since the first prison term I met you at that party I guess. It ... ..I mean the feeling never left, it dulled a piffling but it was n't gone. When I saw you today, it was if we were back at the party so long ago and I saw you in that 'cute fatal nookie me dress'. I never forgot how sexy you are ; age and motherhood did n't look to take in diminished your looking at. If anything I think you are many tier more sexy now, especially those ... ( here I cupped my hands on my pectus and pretended to squeeze ).

She looked exasperated at this and started to express joy so toilsome that she almost spilled her drink. `` Oh my god, you 're so still the Saami ! Well thanks but I do n't feel the way you explained about me, me with milk and god knows what over my apparel all the time. '' She says while shaking her head word in submission. I think the drinking are definitely making both of us more honest because she does n't look to be pushing me back from all this ego stroking.

I came to a stopping point that I should definitely make my motility, it 's now or never. I have nix to lose, and the alcohol is making me far more confident than I should be. I leaned over again with a pitiful formula on and said `` look, I really love you. ( I paused for striking affect and hoped to catch her heart train ) When we stopped talking I was really lonely I lost my illusion and better admirer. I know you needed to live on your life sentence with your family and I respect that but my aliveness was n't the Saame. '' I looked down and sighed deeply hoping she would palpate guilty. I pushed forward `` I know you are leaving soon and I might not ever see you again and that sucks you know ? I was wondering if you could ... ... maybe ... ... ..stay with me tonight so that I might at to the lowest degree get to know what Shangri-la feels like. '' It was the most disgusting and cheesy thing I have ever said but she is deserving depraved activeness

I think the inebriant is doing its tariff because she seems to be considering it. She was looking down at the tabular array for a patch and finally looked up. `` What do you entail last out with you ? '' She knew damn well what I meant, I guess she wanted me to specify before she conceded or denied my request.

In an innocent voice as not to sound too eager I said `` I just want you by my side tonight, I need you in my arms like we are in erotic love. We use to sleep together all the time remember ? '' It was dependable that in the past we sometimes slept in the same bed but I did n't mention that those times it was because we were too drunk to like or fuck.

'' Just sleeping ? With clothes on ? '' She asked with brows up skeptical.

'' clothes, no wearing apparel ... ..does it issue ? '' I said trying hard not to smile.

'' Dred Scott ... ..I do n't recollect my husband would appreciate it either way. '' She said almost firmly.

I had to think fast, I needed to convince her, short of pouring shots down her throat. `` He does n't ingest to know, besides he hates me and he was the one who took my supporter away from me. I think he owes me some consideration. I just missed you so a great deal and I ca n't remember the finish metre I had so a great deal fun. '' The last part was convincing as it was true. She finally conceded that we should spend more fourth dimension tonight to spill the beans. We took a taxi to the hotel she was staying at since she was closing on the sale of her planetary house here. When we got to the room I was trying to not await to happy, keeping a neutral face on. She excused herself to go to the public toilet to change and what not.

An hour past before she came out but what she had on almost made me forget the anger and peculiarity at why she took so long. Her face was newly scrubbed and I can see how soft and shiny her face was without make up. Her hair's-breadth was pulled back into a mi and it looked damp. She was wearing an outsize T-shirt with no bra, I could n't distinguish if she wore scanty or not but her branch were all-fired aphrodisiacal. As I was staring at her overtly I realized my stage were starting to find wet from pre-cum. I wanted naught more than to pull up it out and let off the pressure. She must have notice as she settled on the top of the blankets. I pulled my shirt over my head teacher forgetting it had buttons and undo my knickers. I did n't tear my pants down yet as my raging heavily on was in full firmness. Finally she turned off all but one light and I turned around facing away from the bed and pulled my pants down and off along with my windsock. I was just in Boxer briefs as I sat on the edge.

'' Why are you sitting that way ? '' She asked laying down.

'' Because my cock is in full-of-the-moon military greeting and it 's your error. '' I said honestly. She seemed to chuckle and expressed with a suspire why she was doing this.

I finally lay down next to her with a bit of adaption and stared at the ceiling wondering what she was thinking. She was turned away from me and I can see from the recess of my eyes that she was wide awake like me. Finally after a few minutes of secretiveness she pulled the masking over her and settled in. I did the same thing still looking straight up. I can sense the warmth of her so near me and I can reek her sweetened citrus expression pick. I slowly turned towards her and consider if I could spoon her, I longed to finger her ass on my excrescence. After a heated argument in my nous I decided that I should advertise her as far as I could, maybe I 'm still drunk at this point.

I slowly slid my body closer to her and gently put my arms around her venter. She immediately placed her work force on top of mine, the gesture was n't lost on me ; it meant do n't pertain anywhere but here. I put my face at the dorsum of her neck and pulled her to me, she allowed this but it meant that my operose cock was pressed between her ass. As soon as I felt this I almost came good there. I think the mental strain on my endocrine was too often for me because I pulled her tighter and grinded a picayune. She did n't seem to hate this as she started to grind her ass into me. Thinking in hindsight I think she had a piffling bit too much to salute as well and it 's knockout to see these things once your already one-half naked and pressed together like lego stop. My breathing hasten and it was right against her neck and I can see goofball gibbosity forming over her queer peel. Her travelling bag on my deal slacken and I quickly brought it down to her thighs right where her shirt ended. I began to slowly rub her thigh while discreetly pushing her shirt up. I can feel her body tense up and start to fidget. I inched my way up to her hips around her ass and squeezed a minuscule, this clock time she once again brought her hands on top of mine. I was n't deterred this metre, my lust was boiling over at this join so I reached around quite determined to get between her legs and put my hands on her pussy. To my surprise she was n't wearing panties and I instantly felt her wet, wet slit. I used my thumb to master her clit as my other four fingers worked their way between her slippery sassing and began to rub.

She let out a groan and curse as her manpower once again shot on top of mine and her legs closed over my hand. This actually worked against her as my digit were already trapped inside of her and all she did was put pressure onto herself. She began shuddering and contorted into a more fetal position pressing her ass hard into me. I was driven at this degree, closed wooden leg or not I kept my finger's breadth working deeper into her and side to side. The Lapp time I was fully on grinding into her with my hard bulge. This kept on for five minutes and then fifteen, finally she moaned and convulsed into her coming. Her wall were crushing my fingers and soaking them in an instant.

Once she subsided in her throes I slowly pulled my fingers out and brought them to my rima oris sucking all of her sweet juices up. She was laying there panting with her face pressed into her pillow, my bm had pulled the cover off of us except our legs. Her pelvic arch were so curvaceous laying on her English like that with her shirt pulled up and bunched at her stomach, I can see her smooth arrant ass and the shadow between them that hinted at the most rattling experience if I were to stick my cock there. As I reached to pull my underdrawers down she suddenly threw low temperature water on my fantasy.

'' No more please. '' She said shakily. My boxers were right at my knees when I stopped what I was doing, rooster shooting straight at her ass.

'' You seemed like you liked it. '' I stated simply.

She seemed to sop up more into her pillows because I barely heard her. `` I did, and I really am sorry that you did n't get to do your thing but this is wrong, I 'm get hitched with with kids ! ``

'' If you like it, you like it. Do n't warrant cheating with stopping now. '' I said testily. I was very angry and very horny. Two things combined can either go very good or very, very wrong.

'' I 'm so lamentable. '' She said almost tearful.

Seeing her almost in weeping made me go a little soft, just a little. `` Can you at to the lowest degree tell me honestly that you would it if things were different ? '' I said in an exasperated voice.

She turned around and looked me in center and flickered down to my cock and up to my chest of drawers before settling on my face. `` Yes, of course of instruction. I am a woman first and foremost. In a dissimilar situation I would fuck your robot member until it broke ! '' She chirped with a smile.

I could n't decide if she really meant that or just took pity on me. As I concentrated on her face I saw that her manifestation switched from guilt to lust and back. I decided to leave it at that instead of saying something snide I said `` I 'm going to take aim a shower and go rest home. '' I then walked towards the bath kicking my underwear off and walking rump naked into the public convenience before she could say anything. As I showered I replayed everything that happened tonight in my head. The way her soundbox moved and felt, the way she responded to my speck like she loved it. The more I thought about it the more angry I got, the image of her ass and legs kept playing in my intellect. My stopcock responded in number, getting hard again. As I stood there under the atomiser of weewee stroking my prick I snapped.

I turned off the water system and patted myself as dry as I can and saunter out of the bathroom. Monica was laying on her back with a arm resting on her head. I could n't read the blank look on her facial expression but she seemed to be deep in thought and did n't mark me standing there naked looking down at her. I walked up and jumped on top of her straddling her hips, articulatio genus on either side. I leaned down holding myself up with both arms I kissed her deeply. She did n't respond for a couple seconds but then I felt her buss me back. We laid there kissing for a yoke minute until I broke off breathing heavily. Her eye were still closed. `` I do n't buy your bullshit guiltiness, if you want me take me. We do n't have to see each other ever again when you leave yet again ! ``

Before she could respond I pushed myself down and plunge brass first between her ramification, at the Lapp clip my bridge player swept up her shirt. I began sucking her clit almost instantly upon liaison, she let out a groan and a `` oooooh red cent. '' It drove me to tongue have it away her cunt as deep as my tongue would go. As I pulled my knife out and over her clit I replaced them with my digit and began to milk her G-Spot. With my hands I reached under her shirt and began to play with her nipples which were hard as adamant. I tweaked them between my fingers and she let out a yelp. My wrath kept building the more I pleased her that I did n't even wait until she came before I got up pulled her to me by her hip and placed my putz just inside her. I reached and seize a leg in each arm and rammed my cock to the hilt into her. The pain of entering her so tight just added to my anger and I began pumping in and out furiously. She let out a arduous hint but did n't say anything but you can see it in her face that she felt the pain too.

Pulling her leg further into her in a bend and lifting my lump began to smack into her asshole. I never let off a second as I pounded her pussy as hard as I could, face in a grimace. She began to facilitate up from the painfulness and I can differentiate from her moans and face that she was starting to feel practiced. It was ostensible from the amount wetness that was coming out of her, running down her ass offer and cheeks. After what seemed historic period ( when in reality was seven minute or so ) I pulled out. I turned her over by force but she realized what I wanted and completed the turn on her own onto all fours. I placed a pillow under her and quickly puzzle my dick back into her, hard. She was moaning incoherent words as I began to punt into her ass. After a bit I stuck a finger into my mouth to get it wet and started to badger her son of a bitch which was a cute little pucker. She tried to impart a hand around and cease me but I brushed it aside and perplex a finger in. She let out a scream of joy or pain, I do n't know. I leaned down and began to osculate her sweat soaked back and neck while thrusting recondite and putting my weight down, alternating between leaning over and leaning back and smacking her ass red.

After a couple mo of angry throb, I could n't hold out anymore and said I was going to cum soon. She told me not to cum inside her because she was n't on the pill right now. I said it 's either going in her sassing or her twat and that she needed to blame fast. Right after she moaned out to cum in her sassing I was already starting to inject. I got off and reached down to her shoulders to flip her and did n't take it to her mouth but snap palm of cum all over her hair, face, and neck. Some got on the pillow she was laying on. After the finish spurt convulsed out of me I collapsed on her half turned body and gave small kisses on her venter. There was no Son spoken as I got off next to her. She got up and went into the bathroom and the live thing I heard before darkness took me was the cesspit running.

I woke up early the side by side daybreak around six, I 've always woke up early when drinking the nighttime before. It seems like a fell trait to take as my head was pounding into a holdover. I looked to my go out and saw that Monica was laying right up to me with her head buried into my sides. The memory of my furious nooky with my married friend came rushing in and I smiled. My long sought after obsession finally came to fruition in a most conclusive explosion. I gently sat up and just stared at her sleeping course, ass out to the side, T-Shirt pulled up to tits exposing her soft body and stunning legs. After a while she murmured something lost in the stupefaction of sleep and rubbed her eye. She seemed to be struggling with her current situation nestled next to me half naked and me fully naked. She had this startled deer feeling on her cute face and I could n't help but let out a little laughter as I got up and started to search for my clothes. Just as I was done pulling on my shirt and wind cone she was just about to say something when her earphone started blaring.

'' hello ? '' She said sleepily.

'' Hey hun ... ... ... yea I just got up. '' Listening. `` No it 's OK, I should have gotten up already. '' I can only coincide that it was that dastardly husband of hers. I quietly put my place on grabbed my paint and looked at her.

'' How are my babies doing ? ... ... ... ... ... ... .... Are they driving you crazy yet ? '' She looked up and I can see that she wanted to say something to me but I was already moving to the door smiling.

'' Yeah ... ..yeah ... .really ? She said that ? '' She looked up again and gave me a blind drunk smile as if saying 'this is my aliveness and you made me rig'. I gave her my most charming excusatory smiling and went out the door.

I did n't want to hear her say 'sorry'or 'it was a misunderstanding'so I left without saying anything. In reality I did n't want to see myself try to cling onto her, I did n't want to see me try to express how one night could never be adequate and that I wanted all of her. As I got into the cab I gave a quick glance up at the hotel and wondered if I would ever see her again. In mind I thought evilly about how I always wanted to go to NY and maybe I should visit one day ...