Overheard one-sided phone conversation
[D]: Hello (pause) yes, how did you get this number? (pause) Yes, we can meet....how long will you be in town for?
If this doesn't cry out "mobile massage" i don't know what does!
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Rubber Ducky
I know it’s been a long time since I blogged…it doesn’t meant that there is nothing to blog about though. D’s annoyances are at an all time high right now and there have been several occasions where I have thought that I should blog that. LOL
Those of you that know me know that I am seeing someone really special and she has been staying over from time to time at my house. We have been dating for almost 9 weeks now and although she is not over a ton it just never seems to fail that D will show up for at least part of it. I’m fortunate that Tracy (that’s her name) is so cool because otherwise D might have ruined my chances to have a normal relationship. It’s sort of like bringing a potential boyfriend or girlfriend over to meet your crazy relatives. In any regard, Tracy has overlooked my living situation and continues to date me.
One of the first mornings after Tracy stayed over D came home with Bob. Tracy was getting into the shower and I was hoping to join her. D sort of blocked the hallway as she was talking to me about her 5k run she just did. As excited as I was to hear about this (NOT), I kept trying to move past her to get to the bathroom. Finally I just had to say:
[Cindy]: D, Tracy is in the shower and I’d like to join her before she finishes.
[D]: Ohhhhhhh, I’m sorry.
[Cindy]: No problem, just move so I can get by you to the bathroom
[D]: Oh.
She moves and I’m able to get past her and down to the bathroom. I knock and go in and even though she is more than half finished by now I still join her and we laugh about what took me so long. I recapped the 5k run story and Tracy, just like me, is too impressed for words.
A few moments later we hear a knock at the door. I shit you not…a knock at the door of the bathroom that we are in. Tracy and I look at each other in disbelief about the lack of privacy.
[Cindy]: Yes
[D]: Can I crack the door I have a question for you
[Cindy & Tracy]{Mutually thinking}: WTF?!?!?!!? We’re in the shower together!
[Cindy]: Ummmmmm
[D]{Action}: Cracking the door
[D]: Hey, sorry to interrupt but are you going to be here tomorrow if Eric (who the frig is Eric???) comes into the backyard after 5:00PM to fix the fence?
[Cindy]{In total disbelief}: I won’t be here, but it’s fine if he comes into the backyard
[D]: Ok, I was just checking. Oh, are you both in the shower??? I’m sorry…..i’m just….i’m sorry….oh …I’m sorry…..ok, thanks.
Ok, there are so many things wrong with this I can’t even begin to tear it apart. Of course I’ll try. LOL.
· So first of all the fence….she backed into the fence and I asked her to get it repaired before winter. This was a month long thing – the reason I’m saying this is because why did she have to pick this particular time to inform me of this.
· Secondly, why do I need to be there if it’s in the backyard??? No key needed.
· Third, have you ever heard of a post-it?
· Fourth, did you not just hear me say I was going to join my girlfriend in the shower??
· Fifth, did I say “come in”
· Sixth WTF?!?!?!?!?!!?!?
I’m not really sure if I’m expressing in a way that will make everyone understand how insane this situation was. Like I said…thank God that Tracy is so cool. D has zero boundaries!
Those of you that know me know that I am seeing someone really special and she has been staying over from time to time at my house. We have been dating for almost 9 weeks now and although she is not over a ton it just never seems to fail that D will show up for at least part of it. I’m fortunate that Tracy (that’s her name) is so cool because otherwise D might have ruined my chances to have a normal relationship. It’s sort of like bringing a potential boyfriend or girlfriend over to meet your crazy relatives. In any regard, Tracy has overlooked my living situation and continues to date me.
One of the first mornings after Tracy stayed over D came home with Bob. Tracy was getting into the shower and I was hoping to join her. D sort of blocked the hallway as she was talking to me about her 5k run she just did. As excited as I was to hear about this (NOT), I kept trying to move past her to get to the bathroom. Finally I just had to say:
[Cindy]: D, Tracy is in the shower and I’d like to join her before she finishes.
[D]: Ohhhhhhh, I’m sorry.
[Cindy]: No problem, just move so I can get by you to the bathroom
[D]: Oh.
She moves and I’m able to get past her and down to the bathroom. I knock and go in and even though she is more than half finished by now I still join her and we laugh about what took me so long. I recapped the 5k run story and Tracy, just like me, is too impressed for words.
A few moments later we hear a knock at the door. I shit you not…a knock at the door of the bathroom that we are in. Tracy and I look at each other in disbelief about the lack of privacy.
[Cindy]: Yes
[D]: Can I crack the door I have a question for you
[Cindy & Tracy]{Mutually thinking}: WTF?!?!?!!? We’re in the shower together!
[Cindy]: Ummmmmm
[D]{Action}: Cracking the door
[D]: Hey, sorry to interrupt but are you going to be here tomorrow if Eric (who the frig is Eric???) comes into the backyard after 5:00PM to fix the fence?
[Cindy]{In total disbelief}: I won’t be here, but it’s fine if he comes into the backyard
[D]: Ok, I was just checking. Oh, are you both in the shower??? I’m sorry…..i’m just….i’m sorry….oh …I’m sorry…..ok, thanks.
Ok, there are so many things wrong with this I can’t even begin to tear it apart. Of course I’ll try. LOL.
· So first of all the fence….she backed into the fence and I asked her to get it repaired before winter. This was a month long thing – the reason I’m saying this is because why did she have to pick this particular time to inform me of this.
· Secondly, why do I need to be there if it’s in the backyard??? No key needed.
· Third, have you ever heard of a post-it?
· Fourth, did you not just hear me say I was going to join my girlfriend in the shower??
· Fifth, did I say “come in”
· Sixth WTF?!?!?!?!?!!?!?
I’m not really sure if I’m expressing in a way that will make everyone understand how insane this situation was. Like I said…thank God that Tracy is so cool. D has zero boundaries!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Pajamma Jam
So i have a guest over for an evening of movies and pizza. Mind you, it's the first time that my guest and D will meet.
D comes home and introduces herself to my guest as i was in the restroom at the time. I come in and double check that there have been introductions. D sits down at the table and is doing - who knows what? Eventually D goes into her room and changes to go out for the night. She comes back in wearing this short black dress. She interupts us and asks if she should wear a pearl necklace with it. I start busting up because all i can think is something that i can't even post on here. My guest tells me to be nice and says "go with the pearls".
So then D says from the other room:
{D}: Are you planning on having a sleep over tonight?
First of all....WTF?!?! Rude. Secondly, i had already mentioned to her that my guest was staying over. Thank god my guest and I had talked about it else i probably would've just died of embarrassment.
{Cindy}: Yes, i told you that already
{D} [From the other room]: Oh, ok....then i'll probably stay at SD's (Sugar Daddy's) or Bob's.
My guest and i look at each other....i get another "be nice" because i'm laughing my ass off.
So the next day D comes home and is still wearing the same dress. I don't think anything of it until i mention that to my guest later and she reminds me that she took a big duffle bag with her. Good call....i hadn't noticed that.
Obviously for all of your enjoyment i had to ask D about it. So i do...turns out she says that she went to the gym and her gym clothes were more gross than wearing the dress home from the gym. (doubt it Monica!). So we don't actually know what was in the big black duffle bag but one can assume it might have had something in it from NY.
D comes home and introduces herself to my guest as i was in the restroom at the time. I come in and double check that there have been introductions. D sits down at the table and is doing - who knows what? Eventually D goes into her room and changes to go out for the night. She comes back in wearing this short black dress. She interupts us and asks if she should wear a pearl necklace with it. I start busting up because all i can think is something that i can't even post on here. My guest tells me to be nice and says "go with the pearls".
So then D says from the other room:
{D}: Are you planning on having a sleep over tonight?
First of all....WTF?!?! Rude. Secondly, i had already mentioned to her that my guest was staying over. Thank god my guest and I had talked about it else i probably would've just died of embarrassment.
{Cindy}: Yes, i told you that already
{D} [From the other room]: Oh, ok....then i'll probably stay at SD's (Sugar Daddy's) or Bob's.
My guest and i look at each other....i get another "be nice" because i'm laughing my ass off.
So the next day D comes home and is still wearing the same dress. I don't think anything of it until i mention that to my guest later and she reminds me that she took a big duffle bag with her. Good call....i hadn't noticed that.
Obviously for all of your enjoyment i had to ask D about it. So i do...turns out she says that she went to the gym and her gym clothes were more gross than wearing the dress home from the gym. (doubt it Monica!). So we don't actually know what was in the big black duffle bag but one can assume it might have had something in it from NY.
Take a Bite Out of The Big Apple
D has gone on her trip to NY to go to the "sex club" with her sugar daddy. Let me define sugar daddy again here. He has paid for her baby sitting, reimbursed her for clothing purchases for the trip, limo to & from the airport, the plane ticket, the hotel, and walk around money for NY. Not to mention he'll obviously be footing the bill for everything that happens in the city including her sex shoppe souvenirs.
Watch out NY, D is going to take a bite out of you!
{D}: Hey Cindy, do you mind if I blow dry my hair while you’re in the shower [as she’s turning it on]
{Cindy}[Sighing]: Hey D, how was NY?
{D}: It was great, SD [Sugar Daddy] was amazing. You know he’s an ex porn star, right?
Remember people, I’m not making this up
{Cindy}: Ummmm, No
{D}: Well he is and he’s been with plenty of women and he told me that I’m one of the best
{Cindy}[Gagging – Saying Nothing]
{D}: Oh, and I have something to tell you
{Cindy}: What’s that?
{D}: Ok, there was this hot lesbian there…short hair smokin’ hot bod and she was checking me out the whole night.
{Cindy}[Thinking “oh no” – Saying Nothing]
{D}: So I was asking SD if he wanted me to invite her over to our “scene”. He said that I wore him out and that I could do what I wanted so I had her come over and Cindy, guess what? I went down on her.
{Cindy} [Shutting my eyes and wishing it all away]
I can’t speak right now because the image is now burned into my mind and I’m thinking of going straight. Seriously is she telling me this….and why? Because I’m a lesbian and this is what lesbians talk about in the morning in the bathroom??? WTF?!?!? Aren’t there some sort of gay police out there to keep out the riff raff??? UGH!
{D}: So you have nothing to say about that?
{Cindy}: Ummm….hi five? What am I supposed to say….good job?
{D}: Well, no, but I thought you’d be impressed
{Cindy}: Oooookaaaaaay
{D}: Well anyway, I didn’t stay down there too long but she said It was great. So by then there was this big crowd around us and even the security guard was flirting with me. He was this big black guy. I asked him if he wanted to do me…..
Okay at this point….i’m not really listening and am trying to figure out what the hell to even say. I’m not one to judge, but I’m really starting to judge her. Rather than go into too many details let me just say that the security guard “impaled the hell out of her”. I’m not even sure I should be writing this as it’s becoming pornographic.
I do fear that D is definitely progressing in the wrong direction. This is not the same woman that moved into my house back in June.
On a positive note, D finally cleaned out the fridge of her items that have gone bad….so I’m actually happy about that. Now I can officially bleach EVERYTHING in the house!
Watch out NY, D is going to take a bite out of you!
{D}: Hey Cindy, do you mind if I blow dry my hair while you’re in the shower [as she’s turning it on]
{Cindy}[Sighing]: Hey D, how was NY?
{D}: It was great, SD [Sugar Daddy] was amazing. You know he’s an ex porn star, right?
Remember people, I’m not making this up
{Cindy}: Ummmm, No
{D}: Well he is and he’s been with plenty of women and he told me that I’m one of the best
{Cindy}[Gagging – Saying Nothing]
{D}: Oh, and I have something to tell you
{Cindy}: What’s that?
{D}: Ok, there was this hot lesbian there…short hair smokin’ hot bod and she was checking me out the whole night.
{Cindy}[Thinking “oh no” – Saying Nothing]
{D}: So I was asking SD if he wanted me to invite her over to our “scene”. He said that I wore him out and that I could do what I wanted so I had her come over and Cindy, guess what? I went down on her.
{Cindy} [Shutting my eyes and wishing it all away]
I can’t speak right now because the image is now burned into my mind and I’m thinking of going straight. Seriously is she telling me this….and why? Because I’m a lesbian and this is what lesbians talk about in the morning in the bathroom??? WTF?!?!? Aren’t there some sort of gay police out there to keep out the riff raff??? UGH!
{D}: So you have nothing to say about that?
{Cindy}: Ummm….hi five? What am I supposed to say….good job?
{D}: Well, no, but I thought you’d be impressed
{Cindy}: Oooookaaaaaay
{D}: Well anyway, I didn’t stay down there too long but she said It was great. So by then there was this big crowd around us and even the security guard was flirting with me. He was this big black guy. I asked him if he wanted to do me…..
Okay at this point….i’m not really listening and am trying to figure out what the hell to even say. I’m not one to judge, but I’m really starting to judge her. Rather than go into too many details let me just say that the security guard “impaled the hell out of her”. I’m not even sure I should be writing this as it’s becoming pornographic.
I do fear that D is definitely progressing in the wrong direction. This is not the same woman that moved into my house back in June.
On a positive note, D finally cleaned out the fridge of her items that have gone bad….so I’m actually happy about that. Now I can officially bleach EVERYTHING in the house!
Review If You're New
For those of you that are just starting to read the blog...don't start here...do yourself a favor and take the time to go all the way back to the beginning and read from the start. It will make so much more sense going forward.
That being said....the saga continues....
That being said....the saga continues....
Friday, October 16, 2009
There's No Place Like Home
I've probably skipped about 10 blogable conversations, but I definitely have to put this one out there.
At my work they were running a test to make sure that those of us that are set up to work from home CAN work from home. Sort of a disastery recovery check. My day was this past Tuesday and i was really looking forward to it. How cool to work in your pj's. D must have thought the same thing because she too was working from home......
{D}: Oh, you aren't going into work today?
{Cindy}: I am, but i get to work from home
{D}: Ummmm......oh.......o.....k.........
{Cindy}: Is there a problem with that?
{D}: No....not at all....it's just that i have someone coming over for a massage at 9:30AM.
{Cindy}[Action]: Looking up from loggin onto my computer
{Cindy}: What do you mean? For your Mobile massage?
{D}: Yeah, but he's a friend
Obviously i just caught her doing exactly what we had talked about before - not having clients to the house. A friend of mine told me that it usually takes 11 or 12 times of doing something before someone gets caught. Oh, great...how long has this been going on? At this point, i'm thinking web cams.
{Cindy}: I'm pretty uncomfortable with having strangers here. He's your friend and your client? How does that work?
{D}: Oh, i totally wouldn't leave them [*note the word THEM] alone in the house. I'm with them all the time.
{Cindy}: That doesn't matter, they could be staking the place out, getting the layout...or even hurt you.
Remember she's about 85 pounds soaking wet. I don't have a lot in the house, but still...it's my Mom's voice in my head that says "Stranger Danger". Gimmie a friggin break.
{D}: This guy is really cool....and he's smokin' hot...if he wasn't a client i would soooo do him.
{Cindy}: Again, i'm uncomfortable with this...do you even have a table in your room?
{D}: No, i just do it on the bed
{Cindy}: Of course
So the guy shows up...she quickly goes outside - probably to tell him that i'm there. Then they come back in and she says:
{D}: Go ahead upstairs, i'll be right there.
Ummmmm, so what happened to i'm with them all the time when they are in the house??? WTF? I decide that i'm going to talk to her about having clients but first want to talk to my boss about being able to work from home randomly to check on this. I think honestly, i'm going to tell her that i don't want her doing work from the house and if she gets caught again, i'm giving her a 30 day notice. It's rediculous! Again, i don't want to judge...but sheeeeesh, if you aren't doing anything wrong, then do it at their house...hence the verbiage "Mobile" massage.
On another note, as i was working i went ahead and cranked up the most non-relaxing music EVER in case it really was just a massage. Eminem, Dance tracks....continuous hip-hop beats! And loud too. Come tell me to turn it down....just try. LOL.
After an hour, they came out and left. Time for nanny cams i guess. UGH!
At my work they were running a test to make sure that those of us that are set up to work from home CAN work from home. Sort of a disastery recovery check. My day was this past Tuesday and i was really looking forward to it. How cool to work in your pj's. D must have thought the same thing because she too was working from home......
{D}: Oh, you aren't going into work today?
{Cindy}: I am, but i get to work from home
{D}: Ummmm......oh.......o.....k.........
{Cindy}: Is there a problem with that?
{D}: No....not at all....it's just that i have someone coming over for a massage at 9:30AM.
{Cindy}[Action]: Looking up from loggin onto my computer
{Cindy}: What do you mean? For your Mobile massage?
{D}: Yeah, but he's a friend
Obviously i just caught her doing exactly what we had talked about before - not having clients to the house. A friend of mine told me that it usually takes 11 or 12 times of doing something before someone gets caught. Oh, great...how long has this been going on? At this point, i'm thinking web cams.
{Cindy}: I'm pretty uncomfortable with having strangers here. He's your friend and your client? How does that work?
{D}: Oh, i totally wouldn't leave them [*note the word THEM] alone in the house. I'm with them all the time.
{Cindy}: That doesn't matter, they could be staking the place out, getting the layout...or even hurt you.
Remember she's about 85 pounds soaking wet. I don't have a lot in the house, but still...it's my Mom's voice in my head that says "Stranger Danger". Gimmie a friggin break.
{D}: This guy is really cool....and he's smokin' hot...if he wasn't a client i would soooo do him.
{Cindy}: Again, i'm uncomfortable with this...do you even have a table in your room?
{D}: No, i just do it on the bed
{Cindy}: Of course
So the guy shows up...she quickly goes outside - probably to tell him that i'm there. Then they come back in and she says:
{D}: Go ahead upstairs, i'll be right there.
Ummmmm, so what happened to i'm with them all the time when they are in the house??? WTF? I decide that i'm going to talk to her about having clients but first want to talk to my boss about being able to work from home randomly to check on this. I think honestly, i'm going to tell her that i don't want her doing work from the house and if she gets caught again, i'm giving her a 30 day notice. It's rediculous! Again, i don't want to judge...but sheeeeesh, if you aren't doing anything wrong, then do it at their house...hence the verbiage "Mobile" massage.
On another note, as i was working i went ahead and cranked up the most non-relaxing music EVER in case it really was just a massage. Eminem, Dance tracks....continuous hip-hop beats! And loud too. Come tell me to turn it down....just try. LOL.
After an hour, they came out and left. Time for nanny cams i guess. UGH!
Mobile What???
Sorry it's been so long since my last update...that doesn't mean that D has let up on saying crazy things, just that i've been lagging. I have a few to get out there.
The shower/AM situation has not gotten any better, in fact it's worse. I guess when she's handing me a towel when my shower is over I've pretty much given up. Thank God for thick dark shower curtains. It's all about timing now...i'm in the shower, she comes in and does her hair....she leaves i can get out. UGH! On another note, i have removed all sharp objects from the house...at least within reach of me.
{Cindy}: Hey D what's the deal with why you are home during my bathroom time more and more. I thought you worked out in the early AM?
{D}: Oh, i know...it's just that i'm so tired from working nights
{Cindy}[Action]: Raising eyebrow
{Cindy}: Really? I didn't realize you had a job at night [trying not to laugh]
{D}: Yeah....it's mobile massage
{Cindy}: Wha?!?!?!!?
{D}: It's not what you're thinking, it's totally platonic. Most of the men are married. I have a boss [pimp?] and everything.
{Cindy}: How does that even work? You're not getting home until super early in the morning or not at all?
{D}: Well, sometimes there are more than one client
{Cindy}: So, you go to them then?
{D}: Yeah, usually they are businessmen and they are at hotels...they just get so stressed out.
Okay, so at this point, i'm thinking....ummmmmmmm....she seriously thinks i'm this stupid. She had been keeping super late hours...like being gone from 8:00PM until 2 - 3:00AM if she comes home at all. Now you all know that those married businessmen just want a massage, right? She had been bringing different guys ("friends") home prior to me hearing about this. I have to ask, right?
{Cindy}: Wait, this isn't an escort service, is it?
{D}: What?!?!? No! Why would you think that?
Why would i think that people? Am i insane?
{Cindy}: Well, if you were me and you were hearing this, you'd think the same thing.
Mind you, there is the whole NY sex club trip still coming up too, remember that.
{D}: First of all, i would never do that. I mean this one time this i got there and this guy was like "we're having sex, right?....you were just saying no before on the phone in case the cops were listening in".
{Cindy}: Did you turn and walk away from that one?
{D}: No, i just explained that it was no touching...well, only me touching them
{Cindy}: Well, i was just checking...
{D}:I can't believe you'd think i'd do that!
{Cindy}: Hey, i'm not here to judge, i just want to make sure that you weren't bringing something like that into this house.
{D}: OMG i totally would never put you or S in harms way
{Cindy}: Good, because i don't care what you do in your spare time but that is something i don't want going on in my house
{D}: No, OMG...no
{Cindy}: Ok then
So i leave the conversation at that in hopes that she gets what i'm saying. The next day she wants to talk to me and it's really important.
{D}: Hey Cindy
{Cindy}: Yeah
{D}: I need to talk to you about something important
{Cindy}: Ok
{D}: Yeah, i 'm really hurt that you think i would do that...an escort service
{Cindy}: D, If you were listening to all that you have said over the last few months you'd be thinking the same thing. Again, i'm not here to judge...i just don't want that crap in my house.
{D}: Well, i'm not doing that...and i'm upset that you think i would
{Cindy}: I'm sorry then...but honestly, i don't care what you do.
{D}: It's just not me and i didn't want you thinking that.
At this point i know she's lying to me. I can feel it in my bones. To keep things in the house amicable i smooth it over with a sincere apology, but obviously not 100% convinced that she is telling me the truth. Do you?
The shower/AM situation has not gotten any better, in fact it's worse. I guess when she's handing me a towel when my shower is over I've pretty much given up. Thank God for thick dark shower curtains. It's all about timing now...i'm in the shower, she comes in and does her hair....she leaves i can get out. UGH! On another note, i have removed all sharp objects from the house...at least within reach of me.
{Cindy}: Hey D what's the deal with why you are home during my bathroom time more and more. I thought you worked out in the early AM?
{D}: Oh, i know...it's just that i'm so tired from working nights
{Cindy}[Action]: Raising eyebrow
{Cindy}: Really? I didn't realize you had a job at night [trying not to laugh]
{D}: Yeah....it's mobile massage
{Cindy}: Wha?!?!?!!?
{D}: It's not what you're thinking, it's totally platonic. Most of the men are married. I have a boss [pimp?] and everything.
{Cindy}: How does that even work? You're not getting home until super early in the morning or not at all?
{D}: Well, sometimes there are more than one client
{Cindy}: So, you go to them then?
{D}: Yeah, usually they are businessmen and they are at hotels...they just get so stressed out.
Okay, so at this point, i'm thinking....ummmmmmmm....she seriously thinks i'm this stupid. She had been keeping super late hours...like being gone from 8:00PM until 2 - 3:00AM if she comes home at all. Now you all know that those married businessmen just want a massage, right? She had been bringing different guys ("friends") home prior to me hearing about this. I have to ask, right?
{Cindy}: Wait, this isn't an escort service, is it?
{D}: What?!?!? No! Why would you think that?
Why would i think that people? Am i insane?
{Cindy}: Well, if you were me and you were hearing this, you'd think the same thing.
Mind you, there is the whole NY sex club trip still coming up too, remember that.
{D}: First of all, i would never do that. I mean this one time this i got there and this guy was like "we're having sex, right?....you were just saying no before on the phone in case the cops were listening in".
{Cindy}: Did you turn and walk away from that one?
{D}: No, i just explained that it was no touching...well, only me touching them
{Cindy}: Well, i was just checking...
{D}:I can't believe you'd think i'd do that!
{Cindy}: Hey, i'm not here to judge, i just want to make sure that you weren't bringing something like that into this house.
{D}: OMG i totally would never put you or S in harms way
{Cindy}: Good, because i don't care what you do in your spare time but that is something i don't want going on in my house
{D}: No, OMG...no
{Cindy}: Ok then
So i leave the conversation at that in hopes that she gets what i'm saying. The next day she wants to talk to me and it's really important.
{D}: Hey Cindy
{Cindy}: Yeah
{D}: I need to talk to you about something important
{Cindy}: Ok
{D}: Yeah, i 'm really hurt that you think i would do that...an escort service
{Cindy}: D, If you were listening to all that you have said over the last few months you'd be thinking the same thing. Again, i'm not here to judge...i just don't want that crap in my house.
{D}: Well, i'm not doing that...and i'm upset that you think i would
{Cindy}: I'm sorry then...but honestly, i don't care what you do.
{D}: It's just not me and i didn't want you thinking that.
At this point i know she's lying to me. I can feel it in my bones. To keep things in the house amicable i smooth it over with a sincere apology, but obviously not 100% convinced that she is telling me the truth. Do you?
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