MJ's Wild Ride

Mary Jane Watson used her powers for fun.

Now fully integrated into Rob’s harem, MJ cut ties with her old life. She said goodbye to the east coast, goodbye to NYC, and goodbye to the modelling world. Normally, such a sudden decision would send shockwaves through the in-groups she ran in and the places she inhabited, but her mastery over reality made that a nonissue. The people she knew would fondly remember her, but care too much otherwise.

It didn’t really matter all that much to MJ, either. All those people and places and memories were fake. Constructs and fabrications made by the genie and Rob’s wish, so that she would seamlessly fit into the mundane, real world. She was still trying to wrap her head around all that. That her and all the other members of Rob’s harem were fictional beings given life. And popular ones, too. But no one seemed to make a connection that the sexy dragon lady ranting about female submission was the same person as the character played by Emily Whatshername on that HBO show with the really bad last season. MJ could go up to someone with a Spider-Man comic or one of the older Spider-Man movies, show them an image of herself, either drawn on the page or played by some actress, show them herself side-by-side with herself, and no one would bat an eye or make the connection. There was a mystical degree of separation that prevented anyone from cluing in on the truth, no matter how outlandish or contrived that degree might be.

But, that was irrelevant. MJ may be the new girl in the harem, may still be getting used to the ropes, but it was her life now. Rob and his harem were her family, her friends, and MJ always treated her friends well. If she was no longer going to have girls’ night with all of her friends in Manhattan and Queens and Brooklyn, then she would happily start a new tradition with all of her beautiful, sexual **** sisters.

Especially because of what kind of fun she and the others could get up to.

She became a regular at Barely Legal, there every Ladies Night and even braving a few general admission evenings. Over the month, MJ made sure to take every single one of Rob’s schoolgirl sluts up to a private booth for a little one-on-one time. Get to know them. Their hopes, their dreams, likes and dislikes. What they thought about Rob, their peers, and the others in the harem. Some were sweet and charming, others energetic and rambunctious, a few were standoffish and distant, and more than a few were vapid, sex-addled bimbos, but MJ won all of them over, one way or another.

Namely because, once the ice broke, once MJ got to know them, they got to have sex with a literal goddess who could match Rob’s supernatural sexual prowess blow for blow! It very quickly became common knowledge at Barely Legal that if you were purchased by MJ for the evening, you were done for the evening. Whether the sex was vanilla or a little more ****, MJ would invariably fuck them silly and leave them a panting, drooling, semi-**** wreck.

Among the girls, Gwen was her bestie (obviously) and MJ loved Kamala and America, a little bit of Marvel homerism on her part, which extended to some of the Disney and Star Wars girls, too (Ahsoka and Barriss made for such an adorable couple!). But besides MJ rooting for her home team, Megan and Star were just sweethearts, Raven was a whole lot of wicked fun, but she took a special shine to Makoto Nijima. The young woman reminded MJ a bit of her, buttoned-down and reserved for so long and now free to spread her wings and truly have fun. She didn’t know what she wanted to do now that she had graduated, but MJ would be certain to keep an out for her and help her along the way.

Then, there were moments where MJ had to step back from everything including herself, trying to make sense of the women she had become. She had certainly been remade in Rob’s image - her love of women, the ravenous sexual appetite, and her encyclopedic knowledge of pop culture - but still felt like herself. She was herself, just with a new mindset and a new viewpoint of a few topics, that’s all. She was used to the fast lane, but now was in the ultra-fast lane; a life of decadence and hedonism fuelled by the reality-bending powers she wielded. Anyone would take pause if they were placed in MJ’s circumstances.

But if MJ was going to be a small fish thrown into a cosmically big bond, if she was going to have to grapple with her circumstances, and be **** to face the wild world she now lived in, she was going to give back to her new community.

And if her community was a bunch of sluts and whores who loved sex as much as she did, then that was perfectly fine for her.

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Mary Jane Watson used her powers to help others.

Not in the “solve the climate crisis” or “end war, famine, and plagues” kind of help (although she probably should at least mention such things to Rob for later; being a goddess couldn’t all be fun and games). While she wanted to do good with what she had and always strived for it, in her new life and her mundane old life, in this case the “others” were her fellow **** sisters.

The majority of Rob’s slaves lived a charmed life. They wanted for nothing and had to do nothing save whatever Rob commanded them, and other than sex, his commands were never strenuous or taxing. But, there were a subset of slaves whom he had given responsibility and power to. Jean and her girls were busy building a whole school for the next generation of sluts, and MJ had learned about this little council from Zatanna, intelligent and driven women coming together to further Rob’s agenda.

And that was MJ’s little pet project today. She knew most of the women on the council well enough and knew that they had a good work-life balance. Dr. Mercy was the woman she knew the least of, but even she knew the good doctor was a workaholic who lived out of her lab and never slept (none of them had to, but most girls did catch a few hours every once and while for pleasure and stability). She could greatly appreciate what Mercy was doing for their man, but that didn’t mean she had to work herself to ****. She was too brilliant and too beautiful to stay cooped up in her lab all the time. She needed to go out and have a bit of fun. And, for MJ, whether in her normal life or her extraordinary life, there was one solve-all solution to problems like this.

Shopping!

“Ugh, I do not know why I agreed to this frivolity.” Mercy groused as she dragged down Rodeo Drive and it’s numerous high-end boutiques. “I have far too much work to do! There are improvements to the nanomachines to be made, I still have to enslave the rest of my Overwatch compatriots for the Master, and I also have to seduce and fuck the senile plutocrats that run this idiotic country in order for my genius to see the light of day!”

Mercy’s complaints had been constant since MJ, Liara, Pharah, and Rio managed to coax her away from her experiments and out for a day of fun. The five head-turning beauties absolutely turned some heads, though MJ was more struck by the fact that Liara - blue-skinned, clearly not human Liara - was able to walk around in broad daylight and no one batted an eye. Okay, they did, but mostly over her tits and her baby bump, not her alieness. MJ, Zatanna, and Wanda had brought this aura of obfuscation into reality and she still could not believe it. But, then again, she knew her Master planned to introduce many more outlandish things to the public…

“Why are we even shopping in the first place?” Mercy grumbled, arms crossed over her stomach, eyes narrowed and her lips jutting out in disgust. “We can order anything we need online. Hell, you could just make whatever you want for us, Miss Watson.” MJ rolled her eyes at the latest complaint, leading to the rest of her party to step in.

“The doctor means well, but… she is very obsessive with her work.” Rio explained with a thin smile. “Sometimes it can be a chore to have her take her meals when she really gets focused on something.”

“Mistress can do whatever she pleases.” Pharah purred, her tone belying the truth of her words. Her eyes kept darting to the window displays of all of the gorgeous dresses the shops had available. “But she is far too beautiful for black slip dresses and lab coats. I would die to see her divine body in something more extravagant.”

“Regardless of Mercy’s grumblings, I think this is very wonderful. Thank you so much for inviting us out, Miss Watson.” Liara said with a genuine smile. She basked in the sunlight as the breeze caught her loose sundress, kicking up the hemline and splaying it around her prodigious, pregnant form. “I too sometimes focus too much on work that I forget how to pace myself. Especially when I really couldn’t go out before. But now, Asari or not, it’s like I’m everyone else.” Liara gabbed, oblivious to the tourists gawking at her jiggling breasts and butt. A few were snapping pictures of the blue-skinned fertility goddess.

Then, in a sotto voice directed to MJ, she added, “Also, she may put on a good front, but I know she’s enjoying herself.”

True enough, Mercy may have been complaining constantly during their little day trip, but she did also agree to come of her own free will and with very little coaxing on any of their part.

MJ slowed her pace to match speed with Mercy, taking her hand and projecting all the sunny energy she could to contrast the blonde’s dour mood.

“C’mon doc,” MJ said, addressing Mercy in an all-too casual manner. “I know what you’re doing is important, and we all love you for being so committed to the cause, but no one can work forever without a little break and recharge. And yeah, I can conjure anything you could want, but even if you don’t want to shop or like shopping, isn’t it nice to get some fresh air, some sun, and some good vibes from some good company?”

MJ always had a way with words, was always the diplomat and the convincer in the circles she ran in, so she had no doubts she could sway Mercy to her side - and that was without using her powers. Mercy harrumphed and scowled again before letting out a long, deep sigh. Her shoulders slacked, her frustrations and displeasure vanished, and her eyes took on a long, sad appearance.

“Yes, yes, I know, Miss Watson - ah, MJ, as it were. I know that it is good for me to step away from my work once and a while, and I do appreciate your kindness and concern.” Mercy said in a soft, sad voice. Their little party stepped aside to the edge of the sidewalk so they could chat in peace, as the foot traffic moved around them. “But I truly do think that the Master saved me, plucked me out of obscurity. It has been so, so long since I did meaningful work. Since I had someone who believed in me.” She sighed again, even more forlorn than before. “All I want is to repay his faith and charity.”

MJ knew there was more to Mercy than just an egomaniacal, cantankerous, possibly slightly racist but in like a sexy way mad scientist, but this was really the first time she had seen that more. The vulnerability and sincerity behind her serious, workaholic persona.

“Mercy, you definitely have done that.” MJ pulled Mercy closer to herself, so that they stood shoulder to shoulder, gently swinging their arms in time, back and forth. “Rob adores you and is thrilled with what you’ve done already. And what he wants most from you is to enjoy yourself. The harem exists for his pleasure, but it also exists for our pleasure.” She made a wide gesture to the others in their party, Liara and Rio and Pharah all smiling and nodding along to MJ’s gentle prodding. “To give us our best lives ever. And even if you have your two pretty Egyptian girlfriends, there’s more fun to be had than just them and your experiments. A lot more.”

MJ then pulled Mercy into a kiss, taking the blonde woman by surprise. And that definitely drew eyes to their little group - two gorgeous women, heavily making out in the middle of the street in broad daylight. MJ didn’t care. Let them stare. Let them see what they didn’t have. She eventually pulled away, breathless and smiling, licking her lips as Mercy panted and flushed.

“You said he ‘plucked you from obscurity’ and you want to repay his kindness? Wasting away in another lab is a pretty poor way to repay him.” Guilt struck Mercy’s features, bringing new light and meaning to her flushed, red complexion. “Because the truth is, you're not the only one Rob rescued from a dull, meaningless, or even cruel life.” MJ took both of the doctor’s hands in her own. “He’s saved a lot of us from the most terrible thing of all - mediocrity. So let’s repay him in the right way.”

Mercy was now sufficiently chastened, but MJ didn’t say and do all that to put her in her place or anything like that. Crazy and obsessive as she could be, she did like Mercy, and wanted her to properly spread her wings. So, with a smirk, MJ then added, “So, for starters, let’s find something real sexy. So sexy it’ll make Rob and Pharah and Ana drool all over you. And, if we’re lucky, the clerk will be cute and we can offer a few blowjobs for whatever we buy, sound good?”

MJ’s perkiness and endless optimism seemed to finally be infecting Mercy, who swallowed down a chuckle and fought against a smile of her own. “Well, when you put it that way, please lead the way, MJ. Show me a good time…”

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Mary Jane Watson used her powers to experience new things.

Tonight, that “new thing” was a concert with a few of her new gal pals.

Okay, so maybe a concert wasn’t new to her in anyway, shape, or form, but it’s everything else about the concert that made it special.

First of all, MJ’s girl squad for the night was Raven, Ahsoka, Nami, Sombra, and Storm. She had never partied with a demon, an alien, and a mutant before, but MJ was game, and with what she was planning, she wanted to have a few girls who knew how to cut loose and have fun.

Second, the main attraction for the concert was none other than K/DA. Before Rob’s wish, they were nothing more than a virtual group - 3D models voiced by actresses and songstresses. But now, Akali, Ahri, Evelynn, and Kai’Sa were as real as anyone else, gorgeous and alluring and ultra-talented, one of the top pop acts in the world.

MJ knew intimately that Rob wanted them for himself, and she couldn’t wait for their dancing to take a much more lewd bent and their lyrics to extol the virtues of sex and sluttiness, but for now, she was going to have some fun with them all on her own.

If MJ and her posse had just come for the concert, it still would have been a fun night. K/DA were on absolute fire tonight, performing all their biggest hits - “Pop/Stars”, “The Baddest”, “More” - to a rapturous and raucous crowd. Screaming fangirls and starstruck fanboys all cried and cheered, professing their love for their idols, the four women on stage holding the entire crowd in the palm of their hands.

Then, just before the big finale for the evening, MJ snapped her fingers and it all stopped. The lights, the music, the screams, the sea of fans around them, the four divas on stage. Everything stood motionless, frozen in time.

All except for MJ and her girls.

“Alright ladies, it’s showtime!” MJ said, as she and her friends surged towards the stage.

The illustrious quarter that was K/DA were little more than lovedolls for the group of six, who descended upon them with lustful intent. The ravishing Raven, shedding her disguise and revealing her demonic self in a wave of brimstone, was first to the stage, but Nami and Sombra weren’t too far behind. Ahsoka looked wary but giddy, excited to revel in such debauchery, while Storm remained detached and cool, matching her pace with MJ as the two watched from afar.

MJ made the four light and easily poseable, like real dolls, so that her friends would have an easier time playing with them. Sombra stripped Akali of her hat and puffy jacket, of all her rapper-ware, eager to get the ninja-turned-rapper nude as soon as possible. Nami ran her hands along the curvaceous form of Ahri, as covetous as if she were caressing solid gold, while Raven was quick to embrace Evelynn and kiss her, the demonic slut’s long, sinuous tongue barrelling down the frozen doll’s throat.

“Ah~ I can taste her demonic nature. Smell it on her…” Raven purred, as she continued to explore and ravish Evelynn’s body. “I cannot wait to see what children my father gets from you~” She whispered into Evelynn’s ear. “Or what children we could make together, huhuhu…”

“Shit, the bitch really is jefe’s daughter, if all she talks about is knocking girls up.” Sombra grunted, having already **** Akali onto her back, scissoring the frozen woman. She then turned to Nami, saying with a smirk, “Careful with that on, eh, chica. She’s supposed to be some soul-sucking fox lady, right?”

“Who cares? Not like she can harm me like this!” Nami replied, nuzzling and cuddling with Ahri, the latter’s expression a blank, unmoving stare. “Besides, there’s no way something this cute can be so dangerous! Gosh, I love her so much!”

Ashoka, meanwhile, had overcome her trepidation, finally approaching Kai’Sa, stripping her, and posing her to be face down, ass up. Ahsoka’s blue lips soon found themselves attached to Kai’Sa’s open, **** holes, soon to be wet and dripping, as Ashoka smacked and slurped all over her cunt and asshole.

“Oh, wow, oh… oh my…. Just wait until I tell Barriss all about this. She’s not going to believe me. Hmm, and she’ll probably want me to kiss her just like this…”

MJ was giddy watching the lewd scene play out, the frozen pop stars molested and **** before the frozen crowd of thousands in the stadium. She imagined they all would be shocked but overjoyed to see this, imagining the lust and love these fans held for the girls.

“I must say, I was surprised when you invited me of all people to this little outing.” Storm said in her deep, melodic voice, snapping MJ out of her reverie. “Most people would not assume I am a party person. Or a concert person, either.”

“But, you’re a slut and a **** just like me and just like the others.” MJ replied, sidling up to Storm, placing one hand on the small of her back, holding her close. The scent of the woman filled her nostrils and she pulled closer still. “And you’re working so hard for Master that I thought you could use a diversion.” Storm smiled at her.

“I thank you for your consideration.” MJ kissed her on the neck.

“And you’re also drop dead gorgeous and I’ve been dying to get my hands on you.”

A hearty chuckle came from Storm, as she gently caressed MJ’s long, crimson locks. “The Master has said much the same thing to me in the past. As have many men, but only he is important now.” Storm’s eyes then flicked to the orgy before them. “Still, I believe there is plenty of time for the two of us later. It would be a shame for you to bring us all this way and not indulge ourselves with what you have provided.”

Wordlessly, MJ and Storm walked hand-in-hand to join in playing with the K/DA-Dolls. MJ and her friend spent hours fucking Akali, Ahri, Kai’Sa, and Evelynn, using their bodies to their heart’s content.

When they were finished, MJ warped them out of the stadium and restarted time. To the audience, it appeared as if K/DA went from about to start their big showstopper to appearing on stage, nude and sweaty, all in various compromising positions. Not to mention the combined effects of all the orgasms they would have experienced in normal time hit the four pop stars all at once, the four writhing and screaming and cumming and squirting like mad. It was certain to be an indelible and scandalous moment in their career.

Until it wasn’t, as MJ erased that moment from time and K/DA returned to how they were before she paused it. Maybe one day she would be able to show the world what sluts K/DA were, but just not yet. It was still fun to play with them, erased timeline or not.

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Mary Jane Watson used her powers to further Rob’s goals.

If she felt good embracing her inner slut, then she bet others would, too. And because the wish translated her fame from the Marvel universe into fame and a following in the real one, it was time to leverage all of that. And have a little fun while doing so.

“Hello, Slutter!” Asami greeted the camera being held up by Korri, lounging against her desk while huddling close to MJ. “It’s your favourite boss bitch, Asami here, and I am also with our newest Slutter Girl!” Asami was dressed in her usual attire, professional looking while also being just slightly too skimpy and erotic to be proper. MJ was wearing a cropped t-shirt with the Slutter logo branded across the chest. She had inflated her breasts to match Asami’s in size and girth, causing the thin fabric to be stretched to it’s limits. “If you’re over the age of twenty, you’ve probably had a crush on her for sometime, so without further adieu - the one, the only Mary Jane Watson!”

MJ smiled and waved for the camera, for the thousands of individuals logging on to catch Asami’s impromptu stream. By this point, everyone in the Slutter sphere knew if you wanted scoops, then you followed Asami’s account. And now, with a camera pointed on her, MJ came even more alive than ever before. She knew what the camera wanted, what the audience wanted, what this audience wanted, and she would deliver accordingly. She blew a kiss while wrapping an arm around Asami, bringing the other woman in close, pointedly making sure their mega-tits would smoosh together before their adoring, drooling audience.

“We just finished up a tour of HQ and we thought there would be no better way to celebrate this new partnership than with an announcement stream.” Asami narrated for the audience, aware of what MJ was doing. “And let me tell you, we at Slutter are thrilled to have MJ aboard, and I bet she’s thrilled to be here, too.” With a smarmy look, Asami turned to MJ and asked rhetorically. “MJ, are you thrilled to be here?”

“More than thrilled, Asami, I am over the moon to be part of the Slutter family.” MJ said with her most perfect, photogenic, model-esque smile. She had sold millions of dollars of products - cars, clothes, perfumes, make-up - with that smile (in one life or another, that is), so now it was time to put it to good use. “And just so everyone knows, we are simul-streaming this on my account @Jackpot -”

“Which everyone should follow!” Asami interrupted.

“Which everyone should follow, of course.” MJ repeated, hugging Asami even closer. In case Korri wasn’t doing her job, MJ used her powers to take hold of the camera’s machinery and manipulate it, zooming in so that the shot would be only of their faces and their heavy bust, perfectly framed for maximum sex appeal. “Because, you may be asking, what is a ‘Slutter Girl’ and why should I care?”

“Slutter Girls are our sponsored and partnered accounts, verified and promoted by head office and yours truly.” Now was the time for Asami to beam brilliantly with her best saleswoman smile. “Simply put, they are the best of the best! The most beautiful and alluring women with the most addicting content. And who better to bear this moniker than Miss Watson herself? A ravishing redhead with a heavenly body and a sinful mind…”

“Oh, you’re going to make me blush, Miss Sato.” MJ gave Asami a quick kiss on the cheek, and then another, lingering slightly more. All to build excitement and anticipation. “But I’m happy to be part of such an illustrious and up-and-coming brand. And, just so everyone knows, my account is going to be subscription free. I don’t deny any other account that charges for their content, but I don’t need the money and I want to have fun! So follow me and you’ll get to see all the pics and vids your horny little minds can handle!”

“Goodness, I can hardly wait.” Asami chuckled, rubbing herself up against MJ, the redhead now wearing a devious smile.

“Well, if that’s the case, Miss Sato…” Shifting away from Asami’s chest, MJ began to grope her massive breasts through her blouse, squeezing and kneading them, much to the surprise of Asami, gasping and moaning as she was molested on camera. “Because I’ve wanted to play with these bad boys for a while!”

“O-oh my…” Asami blushed and groaned. This was not part of the script, but she would not complain.

“Hey, Korri! Shulkie! Are my fans liking this?”

“Absolutely!” Shulkie confirmed from behind Korri, fully mesmerized by what was happening. “Comments are going by faster than I can read them and our viewership is beginning to spike! Hmm… they want to see more, though.”

MJ smirked, fingers tightly seizing mounds of titflesh. “Well, far be it from me to deny my audience what they want!” With a singular, dramatic motion, MJ tore Asami’s blouse open, buttons flying everywhere and those two gigantic breasts falling out, the miles of milky white flesh revealed to the world.

MJ threw Asami atop the latter’s desk, mounting her and kissing her, hands still on her breasts. Things broke down further from there. Asami begged for Korri to hand the camera off to Shulkie and join in and even then, Shulkie would join the lesbian orgy before too long. MJ used her powers to make spectral cameras in order to capture and stream every moment, their livestream now becoming an impossible multi-camera set-up that seamlessly cut back and forth from numerous angles, capturing everything perfectly. She even summoned up some faceless, shade-like studs to add come dick to the mix, giving her fans at home perfect shots of all four of the women being creampied by these anonymous homunculi.

Hours passed before they finally ended the stream, a stream that would go down in legend on Slutter. Asami, Korri, and Shulkie were exhausted from the effort and surprise of it all, all cuddling together on the floor, sweaty and breathless, while MJ loomed over them, still raring to go.

“Well… that’s certainly one way to make your debut.” Asami said, cuddling between her two bimbo musclesluts. MJ took a seat atop Asami’s desk, kicking her legs in the air and looking mighty proud of herself. “And you’ve certainly set the bar high for your account.” The redhead shrugged.

“Well, I have a lot of hot babes to fuck, so I might as well document it.” She exhaled, pausing and quirking her head to the side. An amused smile came to MJ’s lips when she asked, “But, before I go, there is one more thing you can do for me.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

MJ’s dazzling green eyes began to shine with a vibrant blue light, as her voice filled with undeniable power. “Kneel before me, sluts!”

The **** of MJ’s cosmic might washed over the three exhausted women and took hold immediately. The eyes of Asami, Korri, and Shulkie all snapped open, nice and wide, as pink hearts began to bloom in their irises, throbbing with sensual, submissive need.

“Yes Mistress. Anything for you, our beautiful Mistress.”

Because Mary Jane Watson could also use her powers to stroke her ego.

And there was nothing more ego affirming than having three bombshells fall to their knees before you, dazed and mesmerized by your power and beauty, minds fully under your sway. No wonder Rob loved doing this so much.

“You are the most beautiful woman in the Master’s harem, MJ.” Asami gushed in a dreamy voice. MJ offered her her leg and the raven-haired woman took a hold of it with the daintiest of touches, holding her by heel and calf, blissfully sighing at the contact. “There is a reason why Rob gave you your powers and why we toil away as mortals. It is an honour to love you, MJ. To serve and obey.”

MJ’s head spun while her body shivered and trembled from Asami’s mindless worshipping of her. The brainwashed business woman gently caressed her one leg with her cheek, deliriously happy to be touching the object of her affection.

“We are not worthy of your beauty or kindness.” Korri and Shulkie droned in chorus, their minds also ensnared in a lustful haze. “You are perfect and deserve to be worshipped. Let us worship you, Mistress.”

Ah, this was the life! So simple and so easy and there were so many other sexy sluts in Rob’s harem for her to whammy and play with. God, how she would love to turn Daenerys from a sneering bitch into her compliant servant. Not that MJ would ever, ever even dare to try and steal Rob’s women from him, but she had the power and the position, so she might as well have some fun. And she was pretty sure Rob would love to see her in a position like this. To see one of his beloved crown jewels emulate his majesty and lust, playing with the hearts and minds of women for her benefit and pleasure.

Letting out a groan, MJ let out a silent prayer, wishing for the day she could help Rob find and enslave the women out there that he still lusted for.

After all, Mary Jane Watson used her powers to do whatever she and her Master wanted.

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Not as good as the Zatanna and Wanda chapters in my opinion, but, I did want to get across that MJ is a friend and compatriot to all the women in the harem. I wanted to showcase her magnetic personality and sense of fun that she can click with anyone.

Next two chapters will be shorter ones focusing on Rob and the new order of things before we finally get into the meat of things. Stay tuned and have fun!