Chapter 20: Dreams, Schemes, and Plastic Surgery

Wendy Jensen walked into the medical services wing, licking the fresh cum from her lips.

Howard the night guard was always happy to see her, especially when his shift prevented him from going to the orgy. Wendy loved giving blowjobs, even before Mathias, even before The Factory. It was something about controlling a man with nothing but your tongue and throat that always made her day. Sometimes she wouldn’t even fuck, purely enjoying the satisfaction of taking hours to lick, suck, nibble, and kiss a huge cock. Howard had a pretty good dick too. His cum always tasted fresh, sweet, his Factory diet must have him on a lot of fruit.

In her hands was the box that her Master sent her, with four weeks’ worth of little grey pills identical to the mind improvement pill.

It was just as Mathias predicted, once the Orgy was on, everybody except for a few staff members on a skeleton crew rotation guard the important areas of the factory. If you were convincing enough, or in Wendy’s case able to deepthroat ten inch plus cocks, you could ideally walk into any room in the building, and nobody would be none the wiser.

“The imbeciles running The Factory have gone soft thinking they are forever safe,” Mathias mused on his last update call with her, “When I take over, that is one of the first things we shall change.”

She shivered in excitement from just thinking about him.

She shivered like that whenever he crossed her mind.

Ever since she started to take the Maximus formula, everything was better under Mathias.

She entered the massive sorting room where a computer operated machine kept all the doses for every single potential graduate in neatly sealed boxes, doled out in one-month increments. She placed the box down and tapped on the computer screen with her newly done nails, carefully, didn’t want to break them

File. Open. Jenna Franklin.

The computer showed which box and lot Jenna’s next month worth of her Factory **** was in. Wendy hit enter on the keyboard.

The picking arms whirred and moved up and horizontally, picking the box with **** care and bringing it swiftly back down to the table next to the computer. It was behind a pane of glass, something about the sterility of the room being necessary to prevent tampering.

Well…brute tampering at least.

Jenna opened the file and highlighted the mind pill section and pressed delete.

Two smaller picker arms daintily opened the box revealing a month’s worth of test tubes containing the 4 pills Factory attendants take daily. They then removed with rapid succession and stunning accuracy all the mind specific grey pills from the tubes, placing them in another beaker and then incinerating them in a small machine. It was policy to destroy the pills once they were removed just to prevent theft or a faulty pill from effecting a student.

The computer then flashed to place replacement pills in the slot next to the computer. Wendy picked up the box and placed it in the slot and it slid shut. She watched as the robotic arms stripped the cardboard away, individual unwrapped each pill, placing them in a dish and then running them through an ultraviolet chamber to eliminate any outside bacteria. The light also scanned the pills, confirming that they were the mind enhancer.

Wendy’s lips curled into a smile. Stupid computer. So easily tricked.

The arms then placed each individual pill within the tubes and resealed the box.

The computer then flashed to confirm the changes. At this point Wendy put a USB stick into the computer, also provided by Mathis. The screen flickered, appropriately making it look no changes were made, like Wendy was never there.

The arms then returned the box to it’s allocated lot, and Wendy pocketed the USB stick with a smile.

Phase 2 begins.

As she left the medical services wing, she saw Howard, still sitting at his desk with an exhausted look on his face and his pants still around his ankles.

Wendy giggled and crawled back under the desk, waking him up with delicate licks of his ball sack.

As he stirred, she shushed him and began to blow him again instantly making him erect and filling her mouth to the brim.

Wendy so loved blowjobs.

And in a month’s time, so would Jenna Franklin.

…

Misty said goodbye to Daisy, Kevin and Doug as she closed the door behind her.

Those three were still going at it. Misty had to tap out around round four. It was more than she had been able to fuck before getting here though, and each time she did fuck here it always topped the last. This time was less enjoyable though, she kept thinking about how Tso looked at her before she bee-lined to cum. Tso was always nervous, but Misty thought she was getting into being here. She could hear her fucking herself through her wall at night, she saw how she was slowly getting into the classes. Yet Misty could tell, something was up, and even though she had her own goals, she was starting to forget that Jenna, Tso, and herself were a team.

“Shit. I better go talk to her.” She sighed as she began to walk forward.

“OH. OH. OH GOD.” She grunted as she felt a Charlie Horse race up her back right leg. No matter how much she stretched, sex here always left her feeling like she just ran a marathon, against a tsunami.

Misty winced as she began to limp back up the ramp to the dorms, going past the last remaining wisps of the nightly orgy. She wanted to try staying to watch some couples for study, but now she was just thinking of massaging her leg.

She waddled up the ramp, going past the studio space, when she heard a cheerful laugh.

“Looks like somebody forgot to stretch.”

Santana stood at the door of the studio, dressed in skintight leather pants and a red blouse tied off under her boobs showing off all the midriff it could. No bra of course, honestly nobody wore a bra around here unless it was your top of choice. She finished the look with simple calf high boots.

“Oh, no, I stretched, but I guess not enough.” She winced as her leg locked up.

“I remember those days,” She chuckled, “Come with me, I know the perfect trick to fix you up.”

Santana gestured for her to follow her inside the studio. Misty gulped and limped inside. She would have to talk to Tso when she got back to her room. This was an opportunity to pick Santana’s brain, maybe she could ask her some questions about the Factory’s take on changing pornography for the better.

“Excuse the mess, we were shooting our first round of profile sets for the agency. I’ll tell you these sex workers can be messy little children sometimes.” Santana apologized as she walked past the photography set.

It was a large high ceiling space with several matte backdrops and bright lights. As Santana said though, it was a mess! Lingerie of different sizes were everywhere, along with several costume pieces like a leather jacket, a feather boa, and what must have been HUNDREDS of shoes. A lone man in a jumpsuit with one of those tools old people use to pick up trash was slowly working his way around the room picking up several undergarments and tossing them into a large bucket that read “Laundry” in stenciled letters. He looked up and made eye contact with Tso, returning a “Same Shit, Different Day,” kind of vibe.

Misty hurried along, well, limping along, after the swaying ass of Santana. They passed two more studio areas, one set up like a doctor’s office, the other containing shelves of filming equipment and editing bays.

“Are you going to be filming all the content from here?” Misty winced as Santana opened the door to her office.

“Oh no, only for your atypical Brazzers style of 30-minute scenes. We have plans to shoot all over the world and with the best equipment and talent.” Santana replied as she shut the door behind her.

Her office was also quite a mess, but more of an organized chaos. Her large wooden desk was covered with folders with different Women. Some Misty recognized from her occasional foray into watching porn online, others were brand new faces. There was also a pile of scripts on one side of the desk, the top one reading “The Fellatio of The Opera” with a big red sharpie mark under it reading, “SERIOUSLY? BETTER TITLE PLEASE.” Santana noticed her staring at it.

“Honestly it is so hard to find any porn writers out there who aren’t stuck with their heads in 1997 and their dicks in their hands. Now place your leg up on the front of my desk.” Santana gestured as Misty grunted in pain to lift her leg.

Santana reached over and bent Misty’s toes back stretching her muscle and making her slightly gasp in pain. She then reached in and began rubbing up and down the underside of Misty’s thigh with the palm of her hand, increasing in pressure with each movement.

She was so close to her. She could feel her boobs pressing against her back. Misty breathed in sharply as she began to stop, leaving behind only a numbing sensation as her Charlie horse disappeared.

“Maravilhosa! Am I a miracle worker or what?” She said as she clapped her hands in a gloat.

“Wow, that really worked! Where did you learn to do that?” Misty asked as she felt feeling return to her legs.

“Something from my old days down in Brazil. Sometimes you gotta be prepared with multiple clients. No different here.” She said as she sat on her desk and crossed her legs in front of Misty.

“I bet you have a ton of stories.” Misty began to slowly approach asking questions, looking at the other scripts and model profiles on her desk.

“I do, but the thing this place teaches you the most is to leave the past in the past. You can still be the same person you were when you got here, but after you Graduate, you are you 2.0, fresh, shiny, and sexy!” She said as she readjusted her top in a very not necessary kind of way.

“Well then any stories from here?” Misty was trying to get any shred of info she could.

“Yea, I have one. Once, during the last shoot for my feature movie, I spied with my cum glazed eye a little sneaky shadow watching me from behind some crates.” Santana said making direct playful eye contact with Misty.

Shit. Caught red handed.

“It’s ok Namorada! If you wanted to come watch all you had to do was ask! In fact, I wanted to ask you something.”

Misty gave her a confused look, before giving her a go-ahead nod.

“What did you think of it. And be honest. All the performers, crew, and Factory appraisers were all louca with compliments and praise but none of them gave me any criticism. I think they were trying to be polite because it was my Graduation and I had that in the bag for weeks.”

Misty was a little dumbfounded. She was asking her for a review? I mean, she was about to shower her with compliments too! What could she possibly say? Then she remembered the first fascination she had with this place. And things started to poke out in her brain.

“You want me to be honest?”

“100 percent, hit me baby!” Santana said with a bring-it-on hand wave.

“The plot kind of sagged in the final act. Why would the President of the United States summon the terrorists to the oval office to fuck them herself? It doesn’t make any operational sense, considering that it is always policy for the President to always have some form of armed guard on him. Why not have the Vice-Presislut and the Secreslut of Defense join in? That indicates camaraderie, it makes the President clearly a leader open to sharing victory while also having allies in the room when she is taking a cock in the ass and pussy. Also, why would the president even ask the daughter of the Vice Presislut for advice before the girl-on-girl scene? Just because she has big tits doesn’t mean she would be able to weigh in on matters of national security, she is just out of college. Not to mention the actress you had looked like she was having a seizure, either she orgasms like a rhinoceros, or she doesn’t cum for real on camera that often. ALSO, if you are going to present a middle eastern style terrorist group in 2029 you must do some rewrites in the script to make them both believable and as free of cliché and insulting stereotypes. The dialogue sounded like it came from an episode of 24 in the 2000’s. There must be a graduate who is of Arab decent with both acting ability and sex appeal that can be a conflicted and **** villain. That way when the climax of the film hits and the President and the leader of the terrorist cell fuck alone in the oval office, it represents him realizing that his dogma was the thing that was oppressing him, and that true peace can be found not by killing your enemies but by brokering lasting peace, or in this case performing piledriver position.”

Santana sat on her desk with her mouth agape. A fly buzzed lazy in the silence of the room.

“Oh, and just call them the Vice President and Secretary of Defense. Presislut and Secreslut sound like a b-movie trope, and I felt you were trying to go for a reality motif…” Misty finished as she slowly died on the inside. She might as well leave the Factory all together now.

Santana then sprung for the phone and rattled off a number.

“Hello. Yes, I know it is late. Scrap the whole thing. Yes. YES. NO I WILL NOT ARGUE YOU OVER THIS DONALD. You can bump up the all-star feature for now, I can re-shoot in three weeks. What changed? Everything. YES EVERYTHING. DON’T FUCK WITH ME YOU DESGRACADO THIS IS MY FEATURE AND I CAN CHANGE WHAT I WANT! Also, fire the writing team. YES. Bring on those two Graduates that I told you about. I KNOW THEY WERE EXPENSIVE IDIOTA WE CAN AFFORD IT. Yes. YES. I will see you tomorrow.” She rattled off in very excited fashion then hung up the phone. She then bound up and kissed Misty full on the lips. With tongue. Aggressive.

“You beautiful sexy star! I KNEW this movie was just another atypical porn release. That type of honesty and realism you just described is exactly what I want to pump into this studio!” She shouted with glee as she ripped open the script on her desk and began to mark it up in a frenzy.

Dazed and aroused, Misty swayed on her feet before realizing that Santana’s attention was firmly within her work, so she took that as her cue to sneak out the door.

“Wait, wait, wait! I had one more thing to say to you.” Santana said as she looked up from the already red sharpie laden copy.

Misty turned nervously at the door, looking at her with a combination of fear and awe.

“I have been watching you ever since I saw you at the shoot. Getting little updates from Roberta and some of the people you cross paths with at night. You have potential. And I can see you are eager to practice as much as possible. Tell me Misty, are you interested in becoming the next big thing in Adult Entertainment?” She said as coyly as possible.

Misty stammered a bit, for once, taken aback by the apparent non subtlety she had been presenting herself with in her time here.

“I thought so. I made up some proposals for Beth and Robbie just in case. Check your watch in the morning. It will have all the info you need. I never thought I would be training an anthropologist porn star, but then again I never thought I would be able to take two dicks in my pussy at the same time, but here we are.” She tittered

Misty’s eyes went wide, it could not have been that easy.

“However, don’t think that this will be easy…I have high hopes, and expectations for you. Anybody with a webcam can fuck on camera but becoming an icon in Adult Entertainment is a completely different frontier. A fun frontier. I will see you soon my little sexy star.” Santana said clairvoyant-like as she went back to her script.

Misty shut the door behind her and began to walk out at a brisk pace, and with a smile on her face.

…

Jenna and Nicoletta watched as the sled slowly began to ascend its track, revealing a fully soaked and minimally pruned Tso. Her eyes fluttered open as she groggily removed the scuba apparatus from her mouth and swung her legs over the table while Nicoletta put a big fluffy towel over her shoulders.

“Tso how do you feel right now, are you alright, anything feeling strange?” Jenna asked as she performed a basic examination of her reflexes and cornea reactions.

“I feel refreshed. I think. It feels like I just got out of a really good bubble bath.” Tso said back to her as Jenna did the old knee knock reflex test.

“Did you feel anything effect of the solution when you were under?” Nicoletta asked as she started to give Tso a once over herself, making her own observations.

“Um…a tingling sensation? Kind of like drinking seltzer. I fell asleep after hitting the water to tell you the truth.”

“Hmmm, just like the rodent tests. That confirms that the solution also triggers REM sleep to fully assess and repair the body as a whole. REM is directly connecting to learning, memory, and mood so that makes perfect sense!” Jenna excitedly babbled as she scribbled notebook 47 in a series of notebooks, she had filled over the years.

“I mean, I feel a little bit better, genuinely. Also, there was that weird dream I had.”

“Dream? What dream?” Nicoletta asked calmly as she walked another lap around Tso, now rapped in the bathrobe she brought.

Tso then explained everything she saw. The beach, the forest of her heritage, the Incan-Japan hybrid pyramid, the woman on top. She didn’t mention that it was her she saw, just that she saw a woman who said that her wall was dropping. She didn’t know why she didn’t mention that, but it was like she wanted it to be a surprise. Whatever that feeling meant she didn’t know yet.

“This woman. She must have been a representation of your inner sexuality brought to light…Do me a favor little one, can you stand up?” Nicoletta asked

Tso got up on her feet off the gurney and both Nicoletta and Jenna saw it immediately. Tso was always around 5’ flat. Now. She was 5’5”

Jenna immediately gasped and began to scribble even faster in her book.

“I knew it. Do me a favor darling, disrobe again and turn in a circle slowly.” Nicoletta asked with an amused and surprised smirk on her face.

As Tso confusingly did so, Nicoletta and Jenna noted the other changes present. Tso’s hair had grown from the shoulder cut she always had down to the middle of her back. In addition to the height growth, her skin seemed to have tightened up and was free of any previous blemishes save a birthmark here or there. Her muscle now showed, not too much but enough to indicate she had been working out for at least six months, not the one that had transpired. Her teeth were lighter, free of any noticeable stains. Her body hair was all but gone, save for a slight presence in her arm pits. Her pussy though, was completely clear.

Smooth and ready for licking!

Jenna stopped and scribbled out that last note, worried that she so absent-mindlessly just wrote it.

“This is truly an incredible feat. You see these changes? This matches the pace of a normal Graduate at the six-month mark of treatment on the **** cocktail.” Nicoletta said with genuine shock.

Jenna’s eyes went wide. It. It worked…IT WORKED!!!

She began to scream with joy as she hugged her now naked friend.

“IT WORKS! OH MY GOD IT WORKS! Tso, you can’t leave now, we need to consider the internal effects too, we can do that tomorrow of course with a more thorough examination but and then maybe work in a second test after a few weeks of observations but it should…”

“CALM YOURSELF JENNA,” Nicoletta snapped pulling Jenna back to reality, “That is all well and good, but perhaps it is time to rest? Especially you little one, would you like us to walk you back to your dorm?”

“No…Actually, I think I am good on my own…I need to think about some things anyway…and figure out what cloths to wear now that I am five inches taller.” Tso said calmly as she put on her bathing suit and then the robe again.

“If you feel any thing odd Tso, wake me up immediately. I want to make sure nothing secondary happens.” Jenna stammered, still frazzled from the shock and joy of discovery.

“Jenna relaxes, I feel fine…Better actually, and it is all because of you. I guess I should have never doubted you. Good night!” Tso said as she walked out of the lab with a little pep in her step.

Nicoletta began the process of draining the tank into the base drum below the chamber. That would break down all the chemicals and re-filter the base liquid for proper and safe disposal. She then turned down all the equipment and met a still frazzled Jenna below.

“Breath little wolf, breath. I know that this is all incredible, but it is just a first step. Take a long bath tonight and just relax. Now if you will excuse me, I still haven’t showered from my workout 6 hours ago and I stink. I will see you soon. Oh, and congratulations.” Nicoletta said with a subtle vein of pride as she appropriately gave Jenna congratulatory cheek kisses before hanging up her lab coat and walking out the door.

Jenna breathed in…and breathed out…She did it…she did it…

You know what this means right? Now our journey will be so much more fun! Six months of improvement in one day…Imagine what two could do, or ten! Imagine what we would look like…

Jenna’s eyebrow twitched as she rushed over to the computer and took out a packet of her own **** cocktail. It was one of her last of the first month, but she would get her new box of packets tomorrow anyway. She followed the same procedure and made her own canister of liquid.

Yes good! Now slap that baby into the machine and let’s get sexy!

Jenna almost did…but then she thought otherwise…she couldn’t just experiment on herself like a sexual Frankenstein. This was good, but Nicoletta’s words came back to her, and she breathed in, and out. She took a marker, wrote “J. Franklin Test Batch 1,” and put it in the back of the fridge.

The solution could keep for years. First, she would make sure that Tso progressed with no issues.

Fiiiine. But you know that eventually we must take the plunge. You heard her describe that dream, sound familiar?

Jenna pondered that similarity as she shut down the lab and locked the door. Maybe there was more to these thoughts then she realized.

The Bimbo in you…what if…

She shook her head. Thoughts for another day. Time to sleep, and revel in years of work finally showing fruit.

She turned the corner to go up the ramp when she ran face first into somebody coming into the lab area

“Oh god sorry I wasn’t looking where I was…”

Magnus stood there sheepishly as both he and Jenna made silent eye contact for a good 60 seconds. He finally got the courage utter some opening words.

“Hey. Uh…do you have time to talk?”

…

Misty laid in bed staring at the ceiling.

Pros…Santana has basically hand selected her for some secret porn boot camp.

Cons…She still needed to talk to Tso.

Maybe giving her the tough love mantra was the wrong move. She was always the more sensitive of the group.

She was about to roll over when there was a soft knock at her door.

“Closed for the night.” She sarcastically answered as she put the pillow over the head.

“Misty. It’s Tso.”

Misty hopped out of bed and ran to the door, opening it and blinking her eyes for a second to refocus.

“Hey! I have been meaning to talk to you, look I shouldn’t have thrown you to the wolves like that, we are a team and…and…” She stopped as her eyes adjusted, and she saw her friend Tso stand before her. Her now taller, and somehow fitter friend Tso, than she was when she left the private room five hours before.

“I know you had good intentions Misty…and believe it or not, it may have been just the thing I needed.” Tso playfully smiled as she brought Misty in for a long hug.

“Uh…ok…I mean I still feel pretty bad and…are you taller?!?” She suddenly realized that she in fact was now almost as tall as her.

Tso giggled, and pulled Misty into a kiss. On the lips. Not just a little peck either, she was applying the techniques she learned in class, to a surprisingly masterful degree.

She broke leaving Misty stunned for the second time.

“Maybe you should talk to Jenna about that tomorrow. Right now, I think we are both tired from the day don’t you agree? Goodnight Misty!”

Tso turned and skipped to her door, turning before disappearing inside.

“Next time…we can finish what we started in Ed Carpenter’s bathroom.” She said with a grin before shutting the door behind her.

Misty stared into the middle distance for a few seconds before turning around and shutting her own door. She need sleep. Tomorrow. That is the time this would all make sense.

Tso on the other hand immediately stripped naked and started to finger herself against her door. She had been waiting to do that ever since Jenna and Nicoletta pulled her out of the tank. Her whole body was demanding an orgasm so soon that she almost squirted involuntarily. But she didn’t. In fact, she kept that feeling captive as her friend and the Russian looked her over, she kept it at bay when she kissed misty. It was a level of control she did not understand yet, one that had her operating at a higher level of cognitive focus fueled by a constant buzz of libido. Once she knew she could indulge, she let it all go and it soared over her like a wave of fire. She came immediately, satisfied with just one for tonight, but felt like she could go for longer.

Yet first things first. She jumped into bed and pulled up her smart watch. She scrolled through the holographic menu until she got to the section that read “enhancements and upgrades” she clicked a few more buttons and had her own appointment with Dr. Williams set up for tomorrow.

It was the first thing she thought about as she came to out of the bath.

I mean, she did say it herself in her mind.

Her tits were phenomenal. Now they would be real, and so would the rest of her.

…

Marsha Franklin sat at the kitchen table eating a bowl of oatmeal, laced with her husband’s cum.

That is what she got for eating breakfast in the nude. Bob couldn’t resist sneaking behind her and gifting her a surprise standing doggy fuck against the kitchen counter. This time he went so hard and fast that he slipped out as he came, sending it all over the counter and her breakfast. She didn’t mind the cum in her bowl, in fact it made the oatmeal taste even better, but she did mind it on her brand new tile, so Bob was currently on his hands and knees, scrubbing.

“I just don’t understand, we used to do this all the time in New York, and you didn’t mind it when I shot cum on the counter, you used to lick it up too.”

“We had a maid, our kitchen tile didn’t cost 700 per tile, and yea until I got sick and realized it was easier cleanup when you came INSIDE me Bob, now keep scrubbing or I will break out the dominatrix outfit.”

“You say that like it is a bad thing.” He replied with an evil looking smile.

“Pig.” She playfully replied. It was conversations like this that proved their marriage was beyond the normal super sexual soldier cliché.

Her phone pinged with an email update as she swallowed another spoonful of brown maple and jizz. Marsha opened it up and her eyes went wide.

“That mother fucker!” She said with sudden anger

“Hey, I just finished, at least save the whip for the bedroom.” Bob said in defense as he stood up and threw out the mass of semen and cleaner soaked paper towels

“Not you! Beth just sent me an email, guess whose nephew is enrolled at The Factory, in Jenna’s class no less!” She said as she held the phone to Bob’s face, causing his eyes to go wide as he saw the crux of the message.

“Jesus, he doesn’t know when to quit does he? I thought he learned enough the last time he tried to pull something.” Bob said with a look of very vile anger.

“And now his nephew is there at the same time as Jenna? I don’t like it Bob, Mike hasn’t let go of this grudge, ever since the night of my Graduation.”

“Well, what do you think we should do? I had to drop the oral rotation because I just got some big clients in the city, and they are taking a lot of my time. I can try to suss out what his company is doing in the market, what was it called again?”

“Maximus Pharmaceuticals,” she said while rolling her eyes. Maximus. Of all the stupid names.

“I can keep an ear to the ground and pull some strings, but that doesn’t stop him from doing something at The Factory.

Jenna knew he was right, there had to be something they could do…

Jenna picked up the phone and fired off a few emails. The replies came in quick, and a slight smile appeared on her face.

“Bob, take me up to the bedroom and fuck me.”

“…that was a little outta left field even for you.”

“Well, as of this moment I am on an extended vacation from the network, the killing I made in sweeps week let me collect a lot of favors. And I won’t be here for the next two months so we need to get in a good string of fuck sessions before I go.”

“Go? Go where?”

“Back to school. You are looking at the newest intercourse Professor at The Factory. No better place to keep an eye on things than on the ground. Now your professor demands that you take her upstairs so she can properly grade you on how you lay this pipe inside me.”

Bob needed no additional prompting as she swept Marsha onto his shoulder and marched off to bed.

He hoped Mathias Maximus was ready for what was coming.

Hell hath no fury like a super slut scorned.

END OF PART 2

Note from Ted here: Whoooooo there we go, things are picking up at The Factory. Had to set up some things so that’s why this chapter is a little girthy, pun absolutely intended. I am going to take a little break for maybe two weeks to just give myself some time to think about how the next part will go and to put in some time to other projects. To put context, this story sits behind a day job, a second job, a budding small business and family on the time dedication wheel and writing these takes a long time, especially big ones like this. However, I will be checking periodically, so don’t worry, there will be more sexy tales to tell moving forward. If you have any questions/theories/ideas/etc, don’t be afraid to throw it on the comments of the QA chapter I put up. Thank you so much for the support and views, can’t wait to show you all what comes next. Peace!