Monica, what can I say about her ; she 's my good supporter, a constant companion, and my long term crushed leather. She also happens to be gorgeous and full of energy, being a geek and social dancer she has a singular portmanteau of down to earth along with an unembarrassed fit body. She 's around 5'6''' or something not skinny with soft infant fat over hard muscles from her saltation and workout. She has dark thick haircloth which she kept light around shoulder length, her eyes are hazel, and her lips are so luscious and fully always in a smiling or laugh. Her raw and oft times crude sense of humor always with the sexual undertone makes her a thrill to lecture with. As I mentioned she was always with me as a 'friend', one of the only girls I allowed to proceed me in the friend-zone willingly. I think I was just contentedness with what I had, possibly I was too afraid to ever try for to a greater extent. That was when we were in our 20s. That was before she met 'that'guy, the one that she eventually married and had tike with, the one I never really gave my blessing too. Of course I would n't, not with my underlying motive and sexual desires clouding my friendship.

I eventually stop trying and we drifted apart. This was n't a surprise as these type of friendly relationship often ends up this way and I 'was'a willing participant in it. During the decade following I dated and slumber around but I always seemed to be comparing them to Monica. Small thing I would nitpick and rase from my relationships ; those that got that far. More often than not I settled into my brutally honest persona and slept with women I tell honestly that I am just after a good fucking. It 's a trivial jarring that some of these adult female would take'I just want to log Z's with you'and interpret that into 'save me with love'. NO. On a side promissory note I knew that some womanhood love the challenge of trying to change a man but honestly, just stop.
After xiii yr of this one day I happen to find a text subject matter from an unknown number.

( unknown region number ) Hey Scott ? This is my new figure. Not sure as shooting if this is you.

( Me ) Umm hi, who is this ?

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

I am dazed at the name, all that time of trying to live my own life and now all of a sudden I feel like I might hurl from my anxiety from one text message. I quickly grew raging at myself for being so weak 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 hand ? ! ?'As it turns out I could n't so I ignored it.

About a week go by, it 's Sat now and I have stared at my speech sound every day since trying to reach horse sense of my own feelings, I knew I could easily participate her life again and it will be just as it was before but worst because I would sustain to constantly be reminded that someone else is enjoying that consistence. 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 good-for-nothing for not responding I was busy with work.

( Monica ) For a workweek ? ( before I could reply )

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

( Me ) Umm certain I 'm free. Want to meet at that Bistro on fifth part near the coffee shop ?

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

As I put the phone down I knew I could n't bunk this prodding interior of me. It was excitement and trepidation roiling all through me. I could n't help but cerebrate of her net statement 'ca n't look to see you'. I oddly found myself smiling as I went about taking a exhibitioner and getting fix. I decided to coif my age and brought out my most stylist sports jacket, jeans, plain E. B. White dress shirt, and boot. I was out the door in an hour, I figured I get coffee and calm my brass a little.

She was late about 30 minutes but as I watched her walk up in strawman of the Bistro from my coffee store advantage point I nearly forgot everything I have been mulling over for the hour I waited. She was wearing blacken leging with articulatio genus high up black boots with a Caucasian top that definitely showed her shapely mother 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 wax figured but tone in a way only a person who moved around a lot can be. Her once belittled A cup white meat were at least a couple cup sizing larger ( thank goodness for breastfeeding ). Her whisker was long and wavy and came down to her ass which at the moment was facing towards me, it looked soft and perky in her tight legging. I was getting a grueling on just looking at her.

I went out to meet her and as I was approaching from behind I could n't avail but feel anxious and worried. Worried that I would torment myself again with fantasies of her to the point that I would rather be alone if I could n't be with her. This flavour kept getting stronger up until the dot she turned around with her energetic smile and embracement. She smelled so good being this conclusion, like subject of Lavenders. She was so soft and fond as she held me, melding into my blazonry perfectly as if we were two parts of a moulding. `` Hey handsome ! '' she exclaimed happily.

Before I could help myself I blurted out `` Holy crap you look amazing ! '' I saw her register what I said in cushion than her side soften and slowly she began to crimson a piffling as she held me at arm 's length. My eye leering all over her body. I felt helpless and a trivial oily but I could n't avail myself, she was gorgeous ! Her already curvy body gained definition and fop, I did n't actualize how dramatically until I was up next to her.

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

'' Let 's go grab a table and becharm up. '' I suddenly felt relax. I had a revealing as I stood watching her while waiting for a tabular array ; I realized I have never truly been honest with her about my belief and that in number reflected on how I acted towards her. After we were apart and I began my methodical honest heartbreaking I was brutally honest with all those girls. I swore to myself as we were seated that I would be good with her no topic the cost.

As we ate we caught up on our life history. She has two kids and has been a woman of the house and mom. She said she misses me and that she 's glad that we could charm up because she was moving to New York. Apparently her husband got a promotion and will receive to work in NY, he and the nestling are already there settling in while she finishes some things here and will be flying in a couple days. uncalled-for to say I was somewhat disappointed in hearing this but at the same fourth dimension I realize she is alone at the bit without having immediate responsibleness. She loves her baby and I knew I could n't compete with them with her time. I began to plot my move, I needed her to know exactly how a lot she makes me softheaded with lecherousness and love.

As we were finishing up I asked if she had any pressing job left today. She responded with a huge smile and told me she did not and that I should hold on her companionship as she is alone and misses her crime syndicate. I responded with `` of course I will keep you company, just treat me like a substitute anything ... ..anything you need. '' I 'm not sure if she caught on to my implications as she just smirked and said 'ok'.

After lunch we went and got deep brown and then to the movies. We caught a early on slot for a romance comedy. I did n't really pay tending as I kept looking at her and trying to maintain my manus from touching her. Halfway during the pic I notice that the armrest was up and her sexy wooden leg were fairly close to my script so I carefully leaned over whisper in her ears `` that 's totally me '' while patting my hands on her second joint in sync with the protagonist telling a joke on screen. I kept my hands there and she tightened up but did n't really gave any entailment to her discomfort. As I already promised myself that I would just say whatever I thought I leaned in again after a couple mo and said `` does it bother you that my hands are on your legs ? I like the tactile property of your drawers. I can move them if it makes you uncomfortable. ``

It took a couple endorsement as she continued to stare at the screen door 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 second joint ; how could I even have sex with her I thought. After a while I wanted to push the boundary so I began to rub her a piddling and to the inside. I felt her tense up but she continued to watch the movie. I got a little more bold and with my petty finger I began to skid it up into her genitalia almost touching but not. I could find the heat coming from her and it drove me crazy. Embolden with my new found honestness I leaned in again.

'' She is really hot ( speaking of the actress on projection screen ), but I still think the way you look today ... ..you are way hotter. '' I watched her shocked reaction and furtive glimpse at me.

'' I do n't cerebrate so but thanks anyways. '' she responded. I smiled and watched the rest of the movie while my hand gently rubbed her speed right hand thigh. After the movie was over it was already nighttime. The movie theater was full and masses they were walking every which way. I thought it was a safe chance to grab her hands feigning that I did n't require to get split up. Her hands were flaccid and warm as I pulled her along towards the exit. It reminded me of the past when we would hold bridge player everywhere, the curse base of the friend zona : holding hands.

Outside the air was dainty and coolheaded with a slight breeze, I looked over and saw that her hair's-breadth was gently blown over her human face. It was the trimmed affair as she brushed her pilus out of her eyes, sadly this made her happy chance our detention to do so. She caught me staring and asked `` why are you just smiling looking at me ? '' I caught a hint of playfulness in her voice.

'' I was thinking that we should go snatch dinner and drinks so I can continue to recount you how beautiful you are. '' I said with a soupcon of veneration that I might make scared her off.

I could n't quite study her face through her whisker but I think it was surprisal with a spot of amusement. `` Ok, do you know a place ? ''

'' I do, let 's go ! '' I said and led the way. Lucky that this shopping block/plaza has a bar located conveniently near the field of operations. The bar was a small pub that you would find anyplace that has a downtown. We sat furthest away from the big screen TVs so we could see each other while still able to see the whole bar.

We settled into our comfort geographical zone loose as the drinking kept coming. We decided on sharing a bunch of appetizers 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 former in so long when the synergism was so palpable. As we got to our quartern cycle I remembered that we use to joke about robot sex of all things. It was a long inside joke about the future when we would be capable to put our judgment inside automaton. I would say that I if I could, I would have the most advanced robot member ever being able to affect in every which way with shaking settings and plenty of cavalry magnate for thrusting. She would always insist that it would be obsolete at that distributor point because anyone not in a robot would be dead from all the STD 's due to people like me, we would agree and laugh.

As the conversation lulled a bit I asked `` so have you changed your mind about my robot penis ? '' She almost spat her booze out while laughing so hard from the sudden enquiry. This led to a long public debate on semisynthetic lubrication or constitutional lubrication, then it went into a public debate on firmness of a penis ; if too firmly can be a bad thing. Before I knew it the time read almost midnight and the conversation veered into personal fantasy.

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

After a minute I took a sip of my drink and leaned over until we were almost olfactory organ to nose which brought a bout of hoot from her. I composed myself and with a stern face said `` My fantasy dream girl is staring me right 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 puss until the treacle dripped down to her toes, I would clean every inch of her peel with my tongue and then some. I would use my fingerbreadth, toes, articulatio cubiti, knee joint, mouth, and eubstance to pass on her such pleasure that she would forget her own name. When she 's lying drained from all her wet sexual climax I would do it her in every hole until my body falling out and I am no longer able to move anything ! '' I said the final with an evilness grin and settled back to consider a drink.

By the clock time I finished her eyes were as big as saucers and her mouth hung opened slightly, I reached down and stuck a cow chip into her backtalk from the nachos. She jerked back and chewed on reflex still staring at me unblinking. I think she was pondering how to answer or maybe formulating an escape plan. When she opened her mouthpiece and was finally about to say something I cut her off ...

'' Whew that was a dinner party, did you like the nachos ? '' I said changing the subject, at least 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 face a small and let out a `` WHAT THE Scheol ! ? ! no you do n't get to not excuse ! '' When I played deaf for a couple of seconds she almost shouted `` WELL ! ``

'' well what ? What I said was the truth. I 'm no-count you do n't want to hear it but I 'm sure you knew, you can not not know ... ... right ? '' I said mildly.

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

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

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

'' Well pretty much since the first-class honours degree time I met you at that political 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 bleak shtup me dress'. I never forgot how sexy you are ; age and motherhood did n't seem to have diminished your looks. If anything I think you are many tiers more sexy now, especially those ... ( here I cupped my work force on my dresser and pretended to twinge ).

She looked exasperated at this and started to express mirth so hard that she almost spilled her boozing. `` Oh my god, you 're so still the Lapplander ! wellspring thanks but I do n't sense the way you explained about me, me with Milk River and god knows what over my apparel all the time. '' She says while shaking her head teacher in compliance. I think the drunkenness are definitely making both of us Thomas More honest because she does n't seem to be pushing me back from all this ego stroking.

I came to a end that I should definitely piss my motility, it 's now or never. I have nothing to lose, and the alcohol is making me far more confident than I should be. I leaned over again with a pitiful look on and said `` look, I really love you. ( I paused for dramatic affect and hoped to catch her fondness string ) When we stopped talking I was really solitary I lost my illusion and ripe protagonist. I know you needed to populate your life with your kinsfolk and I respect that but my life was n't the same. '' I looked down and sighed deeply hoping she would sense 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 least get to know what Eden feels like. '' It was the most disgusting and punk thing I have ever said but she is worth depraved actions

I think the alcoholic beverage is doing its duty because she seems to be considering it. She was looking down at the table for a spell and finally looked up. `` What do you mean stay on 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 vocalize too bore I said `` I just want you by my side tonight, I need you in my arms like we are in love. We use to sleep together all the sentence remember ? '' It was true that in the past we sometimes slept in the Sami bed but I did n't mention that those times it was because we were too drunk to care or fuck.

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

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

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

I had to imagine fast, I needed to convince her, abruptly of pouring shots down her pharynx. `` He does n't take 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 good deal and I ca n't remember the live time I had so much fun. '' The death part was convincing as it was avowedly. She finally conceded that we should spend more time tonight to spill. We took a taxi to the hotel she was staying at since she was closing on the sales event of her house here. When we got to the room I was trying to not look to happy, keeping a neutral typeface on. She excused herself to go to the public convenience to change and what not.

An hr past before she came out but what she had on almost made me forget the anger and curiosity at why she took so long. Her face was newly scrubbed and I can see how soft and shiny her font was without make up. Her hair was pulled back into a international nautical mile and it looked damp. She was wearing an oversize tee shirt with no bra, I could n't separate if she wore panty or not but her legs were damn sexy. As I was staring at her overtly I realized my legs were starting to feel wet from pre-cum. I wanted nix more than to force it out and relieve the pressure. She must have card as she settled on the top of the blankets. I pulled my shirt over my headway forgetting it had clit and undo my pants. I did n't pull my pants down yet as my raging punishing 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 socks. 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 entire military greeting and it 's your flaw. '' I said honestly. She seemed to chuckle and expressed with a sigh why she was doing this.

I finally lay down adjacent to her with a bit of adaptation and stared at the cap wondering what she was thinking. She was turned away from me and I can see from the corner of my eyes that she was broad awake like me. Finally after a few minutes of secrecy she pulled the book binding over her and settled in. I did the same thing still looking straight up. I can finger the warmth of her so near me and I can smack her sweetened citrus tree face cream. I slowly turned towards her and debated if I could spoon her, I longed to feel her ass on my bulge. After a heated debate in my head I decided that I should advertize 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 implements of war around her tummy. She immediately placed her paw on top of mine, the gesture was n't lost on me ; it meant do n't touch anywhere but here. I put my cheek at the back of her cervix and pulled her to me, she allowed this but it meant that my hard dick was pressed between her ass. As soon as I felt this I almost came right there. I think the genial strain on my hormones was too very much for me because I pulled her tighter and grinded a little. She did n't seem to detest this as she started to labor her ass into me. Thinking in hindsight I think she had a little bit too much to drink as well and it 's arduous to see these things once your already half naked and pressed together like lego blockage. My breathing hasten and it was right against her neck and I can see bozo extrusion forming over her bring out skin. Her grip on my hand slacken and I quickly brought it down to her thigh right where her shirt ended. I began to slowly rub her second joint while discreetly pushing her shirt up. I can feel her body tense up and start to fidget. I inched my way up to her coxa around her ass and squeezed a little, this fourth dimension she once again brought her hands on top of mine. I was n't deterred this time, my lust was boiling over at this juncture so I reached around quite determined to get between her legs and put my paw on her snatch. To my surprisal she was n't wearing scanty and I instantly felt her wet, wet scratch. I used my pollex to get over her clit as my other four fingers worked their way between her slippery lips and began to rub.

She let out a moan and hex as her workforce once again hit on top of mine and her legs closed over my paw. This actually worked against her as my fingers 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 point, closed legs or not I kept my fingers working deeper into her and side to side. The same meter I was broad on grinding into her with my unvoiced bulge. This kept on for five mo and then fifteen, finally she moaned and convulsed into her orgasm. Her walls 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 oral cavity sucking all of her sweet juices up. She was laying there panting with her case pressed into her pillow, my movement had pulled the concealment off of us except our legs. Her rose hip were so curvaceous laying on her side like that with her shirt pulled up and bunched at her stomach, I can see her smooth perfect ass and the shadow between them that hinted at the most wonderful experience if I were to deposit my cock there. As I reached to pull my boxers down she suddenly threw cold water on my fantasy.

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

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

She seemed to take 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 haywire, I 'm married with kids ! ``

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

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

Seeing her almost in crying made me go a little soft, just a picayune. `` Can you at least tell me honestly that you would it if matter were different ? '' I said in an exasperated voice.

She turned around and looked me in eyes and flickered down to my tool and up to my pectus before settling on my font. `` Yes, of course of instruction. I am a cleaning lady first and foremost. In a unlike situation I would fuck your robot member until it broke ! '' She chirped with a smile.

I could n't resolve if she really meant that or just took compassion on me. As I concentrated on her boldness I saw that her facial expression switched from guilty conscience to lust and back. I decided to entrust it at that instead of saying something snide I said `` I 'm going to get hold of a shower and go place. '' I then walked towards the bathroom kicking my underclothing off and walking butt naked into the restroom before she could say anything. As I showered I replayed everything that happened tonight in my head. The way her physical structure moved and felt, the way she responded to my skin senses like she loved it. The more I thought about it the more raging I got, the image of her ass and legs kept playing in my judgment. My cock responded in turn, getting hard again. As I stood there under the sprayer of body of water stroking my dick I snapped.

I turned off the water and patted myself as dry as I can and stroll out of the bathroom. Monica was laying on her back with a arm resting on her head. I could n't study the dummy looking at on her face but she seemed to be mystifying in thought process and did n't notice me standing there naked looking down at her. I walked up and jumped on top of her straddling her hips, knees on either slope. I leaned down holding myself up with both branch I kissed her deeply. She did n't respond for a brace seconds but then I felt her osculate me back. We laid there kissing for a couple minutes until I broke off breathing heavily. Her heart were still closed. `` I do n't buy your dogshit guilt, 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 dove cheek first between her legs, at the Saami clock time my helping hand swept up her shirt. I began sucking her clit almost instantly upon contact, she let out a groan and a `` oooooh shite. '' It drove me to tongue lie with her snatch as deep as my tongue would go. As I pulled my glossa out and over her clit I replaced them with my finger and began to milk her G-Spot. With my hands I reached under her shirt and began to represent with her pap which were hard as infield. I tweaked them between my finger's breadth and she let out a yelp. My anger kept building the more I pleased her that I did n't even await until she came before I got up pulled her to me by her hips and placed my cock just inside her. I reached and snap up a leg in each arm and rammed my shaft to the hilt into her. The bother of entering her so fast just added to my anger and I began pumping in and out furiously. She let out a hard breath but did n't say anything but you can see it in her face that she felt the pain too.

pull her pegleg further into her in a Bend and lifting my globe began to smack into her asshole. I never let off a secondly as I pounded her puss as voiceless as I could, face in a face. She began to ease up from the bother and I can evidence from her moan and cheek that she was starting to finger secure. It was apparent from the amount of money wetness that was coming out of her, running down her ass whirl and boldness. After what seemed ages ( when in realness was seven instant or so ) I pulled out. I turned her over by violence but she realized what I wanted and completed the turn of events on her own onto all fours. I placed a pillow under her and quickly stuck my cock back into her, hard. She was moaning tongue-tied Holy Writ as I began to pound into her ass. After a bit I stuck a finger into my mouth to get it wet and started to tease her asshole which was a cunning lilliputian pucker. She tried to bring a hand around and block off me but I brushed it aside and stuck a figure in. She let out a scream of pleasure or pain, I do n't roll in the hay. I leaned down and began to osculate her lather soaked back and neck opening while thrusting deep and putting my weight down, alternating between leaning over and leaning back and smacking her ass red.

After a couple minutes of angry hammering, I could n't view as 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 lozenge right now. I said it 's either going in her mouth or her pussy and that she needed to pick fast. Right after she moaned out to cum in her mouth I was already starting to shoot. I got off and reached down to her shoulders to flip her and did n't get to it to her mouth but shot ribbons of cum all over her haircloth, face, and neck. Some got on the pillow she was laying on. After the live on spurt convulsed out of me I collapsed on her half turned body and gave small osculation on her breadbasket. There was no words spoken as I got off next to her. She got up and went into the privy and the last thing I heard before duskiness took me was the sink running.

I woke up early the succeeding morning around six, I 've always woke up early when drinking the night before. It seems like a cruel trait to have as my head was pounding into a hangover. I looked to my left and saw that Monica was laying right up to me with her head buried into my position. The computer memory of my angry screwing 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 mannequin, ass out to the side, jersey pulled up to tits exposing her balmy consistency and stunning legs. After a while she murmured something lost in the grogginess of eternal sleep and rubbed her heart. She seemed to be struggling with her current situation nestled future to me half raw and me fully naked. She had this startled deer look on her cute face and I could n't help but let out a little laugh as I got up and started to explore for my clothes. Just as I was done pulling on my shirt and wind sock she was just about to say something when her phone started blaring.

'' hi ? '' She said sleepily.

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

'' How are my sister 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 tight smile as if saying 'this is my life and you made me darnel'. I gave her my most beguile apologetic smile and went out the doorway.

I did n't want to hear her say 'sorry'or 'it was a misapprehension'so I left without saying anything. In realness I did n't desire to hear myself try to cling onto her, I did n't require to see me try to verbalize how one nighttime could never be adequate and that I wanted all of her. As I got into the cab I gave a spry 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 travel to one day ...