Intermission: Princess's First Blowjob

Sophia wanted so badly to beg Declan not to take her up on her offer, but it was like every fibre of her being was screaming back at her that she had to go through with it, that he had won the use of her mouth fair and square and she had no right not to let him claim his prize. ‘I don’t want to do this’; that was all she needed to say to put this idea of cheating on her beloved to rest, but no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t summon the conviction to bring the words to her lips. It was so much easier to accept that she had no choice in the matter, and so she found herself being led like cattle into a quiet corner of the room.

One of the guys pulled a couple of tables together to create a makeshift barrier, then they all gathered round in a circle to fill in any gaps. It was probably unnecessary given how barren the place was, but the guys did not want to risk anything interrupting their fun. Sophia was somewhat relieved that no one else would get to see her in this shameful state, but it also crushed one more hope of her getting out of it. Declan led her into the centre of the ring, then gently nudged her down until she fell to her knees.

> This is happening… This is really happening… I-... I didn't think it would get this far but I… I can't fight it. I'm too weak. I'm really going to… to put his thing in my…

The figures of the men around her looked so much more intimidating from below. They were all looking down at her with hungry, perverted grins, like something from Sophia's worst nightmare. It reminded her of kneeling before Jack on the stage, begging him not to mess with her body anymore than he already had. How powerless and insignificant it had made her feel, like she was nothing but a pretty doll to be toyed with by her tormentors. Those feelings swelled back up within her now, undermining her will to take back control of her body.

Things were beginning to happen around Sophia as she knelt vacantly in a daze. Declan took his place sitting in front of her, spreading his legs wide and shuffling his seat forward until Sophia was boxed in by his knees on either side. His imposing figure resided over her like some divine pharaoh. The other men drew the circle in closer, eager to get the best view of what was about to happen. Sophia's vision was dominated by Declan's crotch, her body trapped in a cage of legs and feet. Excited murmurs were sounding out around her but Sophia had long since stopped caring what any of the boys had to say.

Then all at once it went quiet, and Sophia knew they were waiting on her to start the show. Declan didn't even undo his fly, waiting for her to perform this little extra degrading act of subservience. Of course in his eyes this wasn't degrading at all for her, a wanton cheating slut.

Sophia’s hands were rising to fumble with Declan’s fly. She felt his manhood straining vigorously against the denim that contained it, the heat emanating from his crotch. It twitched against her palms as her fingers worked ever so delicately on the zip to pull it down. Sophia braced, expecting the phallus to spring up suddenly at her at any moment, but there was another layer of fabric to free it from first. She had no choice but to extract it herself.

Her fingers slipped into the gap, manoeuvring under the fold of Declan’s underwear, and found the hard, pulsing member within. The heat and humidity inside was unlike anything Sophia had felt given off by a human body before. Her pulse quickened as her fingers curled around the shaft and gently guided it towards open air. Sophia somehow wasn’t ready this time and flinched when it jumped out at her.

It was only on actually seeing the penis in front of her that the full gravity of Sophia’s situation settled in her mind. It was like all this time she hadn’t been taking her position seriously. Sure she’d been anxious, scrambling for any chance she could to break out of the nightmare. But ever since she’d been affected by the compulsion to offer herself out as a prize, some core part of her had dissociated from reality, watching the events unfold around her as though it really was a dream. The part of her that saw life like a fairy tale, fully believing that something would happen to save her, that one of these men would be the hero to stand up for her dignity or that Alan would ride in and sweep her off her feet. Something would happen to save her, so there was no real need to try to save herself.

But even that sheltered, hopeful side of herself could no longer deny reality upon seeing the penis looming inches from her face. This wasn’t like her time with Jason where Sophia could keep it away at arm’s length. She was forced to take in every nasty detail of Declan’s member. The way it arched slightly to one side, the thin blue lumpy lines of veins beneath the surface, the pale pink head dribbling a single drop of cloudy fluid before her eyes. It must have been the same size as Alan’s, but from this close distance it looked so large and intimidating. Worst of all was the twitching, bobbing about before her eyes every few seconds like a living creature begging for her touch.

And in just a few moments all that was going in her mouth. No one was coming to save her.

It was as that unsettling thought sent chills down Sophia's spine that she felt an alarming sensation. Her nipples were erect, poking into her top with an uncomfortable hardness impossible to ignore. For a moment she was confused, horrified that her body was somehow reacting to what was happening to her, before a just as horrifying realisation came to her. It wasn't her nipples that had become hard. It was Heather's, caused by her Attention Seekers alteration and transferred to Sophia through their Boob-Link. Jack's words played over in her head. ‘A warning for the gratuitous stimulation to be received through it soon after’. Heather was about to feel a potent urge to play with her newly sensitised breasts and Sophia was going to be forced to feel every tender touch and tickle of it.

But Sophia didn't have the time to sit around and wait for it to happen. Already her body was leaning in, her lips parting to let the foreign intruder in. Her thoughts were rapidly devolving into madness, making one final desperate plea to herself to muster the will to resist.

> Please Sophia, please. You don't have to do this. You don't owe them anything. Just say no. Just walk away. Just please don't do this. You don't have to- Please please NO-!

It was completely hopeless though. She'd already given up long before she started. Her pleas came to an abrupt end as she took Declan's manhood inside herself, lips sealing around the shaft. She could feel it on her tongue, like a gross, fleshy worm wriggling into her mouth. She wanted to gag, to scream and spit it out, but she could do none of those things. All she could do was continue to give Declan his prize.

It was right then when Heather succumbed to her own compulsion too. Sophia was not prepared as phantom hands began assaulting her chest. She let out a sharp gasp that sounded more like a slutty moan as it reverberated around the obtrusion in her mouth.

> No, please Heather. Not now! Why does it have to be now?!

There was no way it was just a coincidence. The timing was just too awful. This had to be a setup by Jack and the showrunners, planning to have Heather’s addiction trigger right when it was most unbearable for Sophia. Did that mean they knew what was going to happen here? Did they know she was going to give her mouth to her lover’s best friend?! Had they planned out every move she would make in her intermissions to be as humiliating as possible?

Sophia didn’t have time to dwell on the thought before a matter of utmost urgency cast it aside. She had to take her top off. She just had to take her top off. That fact was all that mattered, completely overruling any other idea or compulsion for the time being. Blushingly aware of the eyes watching her from every angle, Sophia pulled herself back from Declan’s crotch and began pulling her top up over her head. There wasn’t a second to spare to think about what she was doing, the consequences of doing it or how embarrassing it was for her. She had to take her top off right that very instant.

Even when the thing was off her Sophia had barely a second to process what had happened before it started up again. She had to take her bra off. She had to take her bra off. So much of her attention was dedicated to this task that Sophia didn’t notice when she lowered herself back onto Declan’s rod. By the time the urgency was over her lips were planted firmly back on his shaft and her clothes were cast aside somewhere out of sight. So much was happening that Sophia was struggling to keep up. A surprise shiver of pleasure from Heather drew a moan from her lips as she sat there disorientated.

> Please Heather. You’re making me look like a slut.

It wasn't like she needed any help with that anyway, but the way she'd thrown off her clothing unprompted and moaned upon simply touching Declan's manhood to her lips must have cast off any doubts these men had that she wasn't some depraved harlot. Her face burned with shame as she began pushing her head into Declan's crotch, tightly pressing her lips against his member. The phallus penetrated deeper and deeper into her face causing every one of her muscles to tense. All the while she felt Heather continue to fondle her breasts, filling her body with sensitive shivers so out of place with what was happening to her.

Sophia winced with every inch of the man that went into her. The penis slid along the full length of her tongue, tainting it with its fleshy taste. Only when her nose threatened to poke through his fly into the messy nest of pubes within did she stop. The phallus filled her entire mouth. It dominated her senses; sight, taste, smell and touch. Every one of them was bombarding her with the fact that she had a strange man's penis filling her mouth. Every one of them was overwhelming her with distressing data about Declan's manhood that she never wanted to know, and now it would be forever burned into her brain. She held her body in place for a second as if to torture herself a little more then began to pull away, leaving smears of saliva and lipstick to mark how far in she'd taken it.

“Oh fuck…”

Sophia reflexively turned her head up to face the man groaning above her and their gazes locked.

> I need to make this look good.

The thought entered her mind so naturally that Sophia almost didn’t register it, but when she did a blush crept along her cheeks. ‘Look good’? Was it not enough to debase herself, giving up her own bodily sanctity for the sake of this man’s lustful pleasure? She had to make her humiliation a spectacle for his pervy eyes as well? She should have been balking at the absurdity of such a thought and yet she couldn’t, because it was true. It was just a fact that acts such as these were as much a visual performance as a one of feeling. As much as she’d never felt as disgusted by a duty before as she did this one that had been thrust upon her by one of her mods, she couldn’t shirk it. She needed to make this blowjob as pleasing to look at as possible.

The issue was, how could she do that? She barely knew how these lecherous acts worked in the first place; never would she have dared to ask what made a ‘good-looking blowjob’. Looking up into Declan’s eyes however, feeling his gaze pierce down into the depths of her very soul, she couldn’t help but feel she was doing something right. Some intuitive sense from deep below was telling her that Declan liked to look her in the eye while her lips were wrapped around his manhood. Where was that coming from? There was no way she should intuit what a man found pleasing about something so dirty that she’d never seen before. Was this… Was this something she just knew? Was this something programmed into her very DNA as a woman?

No… No! This had to be the show’s doing, information planted into her subconscious just like all those dirty words she now knew. Sophia was disgusted in herself, that her mind came to such a misogynistic idea before the obvious truth. The show had treated her mind like a toy, filling it with all the information they thought a woman like her should need and tearing out goodness knows what to make space for it. Still, as disgusting as it was to think she’d been programmed in a sense to know how to make men feel good… it was a relief to know that information hadn’t always been an inherent part of who she was.

The question was, though… should she trust it? It was her intuition after all. She was worrying that she needed to make this blowjob look good and now she knew she had all the information she needed inside of her if she just worked to access it. It didn’t sit right with her but she didn’t have a choice.

“Sophia? You gonna do it or what?”

Declan’s voice pulled Sophia from her reverie, causing her to realise abashedly that she’d been sitting there deep in thought with his penis in her mouth. In their intimate position the boy had dispensed with her nickname, making the situation feel all the more real. She’d just taken his manhood into her mouth, pushed her head down on it until it was all the way inside her, feeling every ridge and bump and every vein as it scraped over her sensitive lips, feeling the hollow of her face filled with the masculine presence, feeling it tease the back of her throat with the urgent but ignored need to expel it, holding it there until the sensation of being a sleeve for Declan’s manhood became all she was aware of. And then she withdrew it again to start the whole cycle anew. That was just the first of many. She had to do that over and over, perhaps hundreds of times before she could bring all this to an end. Stopping at any time would just reset her progress. She needed to get going and commit to it.

The second stroke was no easier than the first, nor was the third. Maintaining eye contact filled her with shame. It was humiliating to look a man in the eye that she was submitting herself to so completely, toiling on her hands and knees to debase herself for his pleasure. Beyond that the intimacy of their shared gaze made the whole affair feel electric, amplifying the gross feeling of taboo. It was impossible to downplay how the act felt so raw and intimate when she was staring up into the man’s very soul.

She tried though. Oh she tried, pushing as much of her attention as she was able onto the mechanics of the act and not the emotions it brought. Perhaps to do so was to torture herself, but she didn’t want to feel any emotional connection to a man who wasn’t her beloved over something so obscene and distasteful. Instead she focused on his penis and its journey into her maw. In and out, in and out it slid between her lips and over her tongue, stimulating itself on her wet membranes. There was no getting used to having her face violated by the fleshy invader. She wanted to gag but she simply couldn’t. Such an ugly face would ruin the aesthetic of Declan’s oral prize.

> Yes, it needs to look better. What else can I do?

The thought returned that she’d let herself be distracted from. There was so much more than eye contact to a good-looking blowjob. There had to be. She had the information she needed there in her subconscious. She just needed to think. What did men like to see?...

> My breasts!

Her breasts were the obvious answer. She didn’t need to dig deep to find that one. It was a fact she’d been shamefully aware of all her life. More than anything else about her, men wanted to see her breasts. They were an essential part to make anything she did aesthetically pleasing for men.

…But how should she use them? Her head was in Declan’s crotch. Her breasts were so far out of the way to be visible. She needed to do what she could, bring her bosom up as far as she could manage without hindering her head’s motion. She shifted her weight, leaning in as far as she could to give herself more space so she could lift her bust up into position. As she lowered herself back down her heavy bosom came to rest just below Declan’s crotch, resting on either side against his inner thigh. Sophia’s eyes never left his the whole time, and so she watched his face lift in amusement at the strangeness of her actions. She could tell a clearer view of her assets did not go unappreciated though.

> What else? What else can I do?

She was only scratching the surface so far. Her breasts, her eyes, these were obvious things she could have realised without her dirty intuition. There had to be something more, something that justified having this crude knowledge burned into her brain. What about her mouth, the thing actually performing this revolting act? Was there anything else she could do with her mouth?

> My tongue…

A word arose from the depths of her mind. Her tongue! Was that the key? Did men like to see her tongue, swirling and tracing and lapping at their manhood? Yes, that had to be it. Taking the penis into her mouth a few more times, Sophia slowly pulled her head away to take a different approach to the oral service. As she did she felt a different urge overtake her.

“Such a strong, talented man deserves a woman like me to serve him.”

The words slipped from her mouth the moment they were formed, causing her cheeks to burn. As much as she hated what she was doing, it was only natural that she paid compliment to his masculinity as she serviced the man with her mouth. The boys around her had something to say about that but Sophia was too embarrassed to tune in. She lowered her head back down into Declan's crotch as he made some smug quip to his friends, turning her full focus to what she was about to do.

Sophia didn’t return her lips to Declan’s shaft. Rather she pushed her tongue out as far as it would go to tentatively poke the tip of his manhood. She’d just had his penis rub all along the length of her tongue over and over inside her mouth, yet strangely it felt so much dirtier to lick it like this like some penis-flavoured ice lolly. Her gaze wavered from Declan’s for just the slightest moment while she located the throbbing member before returning to place with the tip of her tongue nursing his sensitive glans. He was staring down at her in rapt fascination.

> Is this right? Am I doing this right?

For a moment Sophia doubted herself, the silliness of the two spindly organs touching tip to tip, but then she hardened her resolve. This was what her slutty intuition was telling her to do. It had to be right!

Sophia’s gut was blanching at the thought of running her tongue over Declan’s gross, sweaty organ. This was it though. This was the last bit she had to push through to say she’d given Declan an aesthetically-pleasing blowjob. After this she was free to dissociate from everything as she sucked his dick to completion.

“Mmm, such a manly cock. Any woman would be eager to taste it.”

Of course, she had to make use of the time her mouth wasn’t full to compliment Declan properly as well, even as embarrassing as such words were. She had to hurry though - Intuitively she knew that licking his penis like this would bring him closer, but too long outside her mouth risked undoing all of the progress she had made thus far. Before she could dwell on how nasty this all was Sophia quickly dove in to run a tongue down the full length of Declan’s shaft.

His response was immediate. Sensitively Declan shuddered and his penis twitched in response to the sensual stimulation. Elation filled Sophia despite herself, as confirmation was granted to her that she was indeed on the right track. Despite having no idea what she was doing, she was somehow making this disgusting act aesthetically pleasing, and Sophia couldn’t help but take a small amount of pride in that.

“Oh, fuck, yes, Sophia. Keep going!”

Declan’s words of encouragement spurred her on. She wasn’t done just yet. She needed to put on a bit more of a show before she could say that her job here was over. Pushing down her reservations Sophia got to work. It was just skin, no different from licking the back of her own hand. That was what she told herself. Slowly and sensually her tongue crept up and down the length of Declan’s manhood, then swirled round the head, then brushed the sensitive underside as her lips came forth to suckle. In her head she imagined herself in a lolly-eating contest, still an embarrassingly sensual notion but much better than the alternative.

“Mmm, this tastes so good. I can’t help myself.”

She soon found a routine, driven by intuition. It was best not to keep the penis exposed to the air for long. She would slide it in between her lips, taking the full length into her mouth as she bobbed once, twice, three times, then withdraw to give the organ gentle treatment with her tongue. It soon became a rhythm her body was quick to learn. She was able to quicken the pace, lapping the phallus up and wrapping her tongue about it in alternating motions as all her focus turned towards carrying out the dance. Sophia stopped noticing what was going on in the world around her. Like a dream it had all faded away into obscurity, and the only thing left was the bobbing of her head back and forth on Declan's shaft. She had no desire to think on anything else right then, and so she let her mind grow quiet as she contented herself on the simple rhythmic motions of her blowjob routine.

…

…

“Oh, fuck! Faster.”

> Ow! Ow!! Stop it!

Sophia didn’t know how long it had been when she was dragged back to reality by a yanking on her hair. All of a sudden her head was being pulled back and forth to impale on Declan’s shaft. The violent jerking shook loose any illusion of fantasy from Sophia’s mind and brought the truth of what she was doing crashing down on her head.

> Oh… Oh God… I was just…

She was sucking Declan’s cock, debasing herself in some disgusting act for some pervert’s pleasure… and she’d been caught daydreaming? She’d been so content getting carried away with that deplorable act that she might have let herself carry on for hours if Declan hadn’t roused her. How could she have let it slip away from her so badly? She’d just allowed herself to lose herself cheating on her beloved, filling her own mouth with some gross, sweaty penis and swirling it around her tongue like it was her favourite treat. What was she thinking?!

And now Declan’s hands were on her head, impatiently dragging her by the hair to skewer her face over and over again on his throbbing dick. Her cheeks burned but she let herself grow limp. At least like this she wouldn’t have any further active part in her own degradation, and perhaps she deserved to be used like this after what she’d just done. She loosened her neck and allowed the man to force her head down onto his member over and over and over again, letting the shame of what she’d done and the disgusting reality of this perverted act wash over her as she did her best to dissociate.

Try as much as she might though, there was no hope for Sophia to ignore the organ thrusting in and out of her face, and emptying her mind only proved to be a mistake. There was nothing but Heather's phantom fingers to distract her from the phallus pounding over and over into her skull. The very mouth she used to express and assert her identity had become nothing more than a hole for Declan to shove his cock into, her body reduced to a receptacle for him to fuel his lust, her personality nothing but set dressing to bring him greater pleasure. She pictured the penis thrusting straight up into her brain, eroding little by little what made her her. She was becoming the doll that Heather once showed her, existing for nothing more than to feed men's dirtiest fantasies and then be cast aside. Those dark and disturbing thoughts were growing louder and more dominant the longer it went on, and yet the unwanted pleasure pulsing through her nervous system from her connection to Heather was only building in intensity.

Prize Wife advanced to level 1 - please choose a perk

Critical Hit triggered - Upgrading selection to level 2…

[Gambler] - Sophia will receive two random level 1-3 modifications

[Special Prize] - While receiving their promised sexual services, winners may dictate Sophia's state of dress

[Public Performer] - Sophia will believe it is a reasonable cheer/supporting strategy to flash the opposing team - [JUSTIFIED]

Inversion triggered - Reversing priorities...

Another critical hit?! I can't believe my luck!

Another level 2 selection, and my choices this time look like a lot of fun. Changing my beliefs is always a solid option. Those are the ones that truly mess with my mind the most. Convincing myself it's okay to show off these fat melons, to start using my slutty body strategically … and of course that forces Heather to flash her tits wherever she is as well. I need to start remembering my breast mods have an indirect effect on her so I can help turn her into a slut as well.

Oh, and then there's letting the winners decide my state of dress. Naked, most likely. That's the natural state for a fuck doll like me, but maybe I’ll get to start using those sexy outfits Lena got me too.

But with how well things are going today I think I'm in the mood for gambling. That should be two level two mods for the price of one on average. Sure, I might miss, but it's not the end of the world if I do. It's still two mods at least. If I hit though, I really hit. Time to roll the dice.

Option 1 selected.

Sophia will receive two random level 1-3 modifications

Generating random modifications…

Compulsion… Picture Perfect… level 2… Social Media Slut…

Sophia can more easily convince other women to take more risqué photos with her - BLOOM

Breasts… Sweater Puppies… Level 3… Play Doll…

Sophia will develop a subconscious coping habit of playing with her breasts whenever she experiences high levels of stress - BLOOM

Wow, what a hit! Those slutty group selfies are just a bonus. That nervous habit is the real prize!! Going at these fuck-balloons like stress balls whenever I get anxious. Just like Heather's Attention Seekers. And the best part is, it's all subconscious. I won't have any idea until everyone starts staring. So humiliating! How can I even hope to fight something I don't notice happening. I guess I really will need that hypnotherapist. How embarrassing it will be to tell him about this little habit. ‘Please help me. I can’t stop playing with my big slutty tits.’ Fuck, I hope he brings this side of me out to play. I'll tell him all kinds of slutty things I want him to put in my head!

Declan pushed Sophia's head down faster and faster into his crotch, rocking her body back and forth like a rag doll as he used her like a toy. Her heavy breasts swung wildly beneath her with every knock she took. She knew from his feverish grunts and the way his body grew tense that her ordeal was finally coming to an end.

“Fuck! I'm cumming P, I’m cumming!”

> C-cumming?!

The word sent a bolt of searing dread down Sophia's spine. Declan was about to shoot his nasty slime straight into her mouth. She couldn’t even handle having her lover’s semen on her hand. To have another man’s seed inside her body… to have the horrid taste of it corrupting her taste buds… It was a thought too revolting for words.

> Please, no! Stop this! I’m begging you! Fight it! Get up Sophia! Don’t do this!!

Every cylinder in Sophia’s head was firing. Her brain surged with panic as if she was drowning. For the very first time her whole mind was unified in a desperate attempt to break free of her compulsion, shattering the chains of apathy that kept her compliant, and at long last her body finally listened to her. It was like swimming against a current but she was able to begin wrenching herself away from Declan's lap.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. She felt Declan's member shudder just moments before she tore her lips from it, only clearing it by an inch before the first blast erupted from the tip, striking her across the cheek. At the same time Heather delivered a firm pinch to her nipples, pushed herself over the edge into an orgasm Sophia had no choice but to endure as well. Sophia fell backwards, too stunned to move. The sensations from the Boob-Link were contained to her chest but they were intense enough to send her back into spasming. Her shoulders trembled, pushing her breasts out to catch each splurge of Declan's load spraying across her and forcing moans from her in sync with the pleasure throbbing in her breasts.

Even as she was orgasming herself Heather was relentless, continuing to tease and fondle her breasts to draw the ecstasy out for long after the last drop of sperm had soiled Sophia's chest. Only when the girl's addiction was fully sated was Sophia finally allowed to come down from her peak and begin to reclaim her senses. Declan's member was there in front of her, slowly deflating with a single droplet clinging to its tip. Sophia pulled away from it, stumbled over a stool behind her and fell back to her knees.

The weight of what had just happened hit her at once. Declan had cum on her boobs. The most personal, intimate part of her body she had vowed only to share with her true love had been tainted by another man. She was in shock. All she could do was stare down at the thick pearly slime pooling between her breasts. She felt it trickling down her cheek and dripping from her chin. It made her skin crawl to have it on her, but her body was frozen in place too scared to move in case she spread the substance any further.

“Sophia? You alright?...”

Declan’s cautious voice pulled Sophia out of her stupor. Frozen in place she looked up at each of the men watching her in her vulgar state, still too shocked to process the shame of what they’d seen her do, before her eyes came to rest on Declan. He looked at her with concern, seemingly finally noticing that something was off with her now that his lust no longer blinded him. His penis hung limp out his jeans. Sophia felt a flash of it filling her mouth as she looked at it.

“Sophia?”

Declan stood and took a step to close the distance she had put between them when she stumbled back. As he reached out a hand to her she felt another surge of panic breaking her out of the shock that held her in place.

“Stay back!”

Sophia flinched away before Declan could touch her. All at once the only thing on her mind was a need to escape.

She couldn’t stay here.

She had to leave.

She couldn’t stay with these men.

She needed to go home.

She needed to get this horrible, nasty stuff off of her body.

She had to get it off. She had to get it off. She had to…

Sophia’s thoughts were consumed. Her body moved on its own. She needed to get away before another compulsion struck her. She snatched up her top as she scrambled to her feet. She couldn’t see her bra but she couldn’t hang back a single second to look for it. Without a word to any of the men Sophia took off, her bare soiled breasts shaking uncontrollably with every stride. Someone called after her but she didn’t look back. She didn’t know if anyone saw her but that was the last thing on her mind. All she wanted was to get back to the safety of her own home. She ran out of the bar, up the stairs and along the walkway, not stopping to even cover herself up until she’d made it back to her car.

==Author's Notes==

Thank you all for reading. Hope you all enjoyed the chapter. Sophia's first time under a compulsion was sure to be distressing for her but I didn't want to make it disturbing to read so I hope I struck a good balance. Let me know what you think.