The Unstoppables Issue 6: The Trial of Lady Boa Part 2: Accused by MISTY!!!

The Unstoppables....they won't stop....don't even try...

THE UNSTOPPABLES IN....THE TRIAL OF THE CENTURY!!!!!!

The Trial of Lady Boa Part 2.....Accused by Misty Mae!

Team Misty....Team Sue.....

**PEMBROOKE'S OWN......- - - - - -

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CIVIL WAR!!!!!!- - - - - -

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THE QUESTION ON EVERYONE'S MIND...

WHO YOU SPANKING TO...

Now....Andrew Davis office at Pembrooke Academy.

Principal Andrew Davis circled another core piece of curriculum. “You've gone over the Inhuman history, and the Kree which is good, we have good relations with them,” he began to ramble on about what kids did and didn't need to know from “Emerging Heroics”. He was glossing over the whole “mutants” thing and stated Charles Xavier's school was better suited for those issues.

It wasn't lost to Sue that they didn't bring up “Skrulls” and treated mutants like second class citizens. It was more subtle racism that was beginning to make Sue sick. Further, he refused to even acknowledge Wakanda. The Kree, the Inhumans, Nova Corp, Atlantis (just white enough), etc. The privileged groups, Sue sighed. She began to drift off back into her daydream about the first REAL time she became Lady Boa. As she thought back, she crossed her legs, and squirmed, feeling the warmth of her pussy juices between her legs.

Where was she?

Ahhhhhh....yes....**** dealing to students....

Then.....Reggie Stoke's house....Flastbush Brooklyn....

“Remind me how I know you again,” Misty Mae asked the young student Gavin as he followed her up the stairs. Misty could feel his eyes on her taut ass. Almost up her ass. He'd passed the test. Said the magic words, 'Bitchards is an ugly old skank'. But she wasn't convinced she knew this kid. So she stopped him at the front door.

“We've met a BUNCH of times,” the nervous white young teen laughed. “At the bowling alley.” He counted with his fingers. “At Heather's party,” he added. “And at the bon fire at Jones Beach. The one were you....uh.....”

Misty's face lit up. “OMG....where I fucked Reggie in the dunes.” The brunette beauty laughed. “What's your name again?”

“Gavin,” the kid said for the third time.

Misty opened the sliding door to Reggie's upstairs bedroom/apartment, that sat above Ma Stoke's home. She held it open for the young student. “Let's go....” she rushed him. She sighed when he took time moving inside, and Misty looked around, to see if anyone was watching. She was sure the cops were onto her. She led the teen, whose name she couldn't recall into the small apartment like room. Reggie Stokes was playing video games in a white tank top, and gray basketball shorts.

“What's up,” Gavin smiled to his classmate.

Reggie gave him shit at school, but he wasn't gonna fuck with the kid here. He held his hand out for a fist pound. Gavin excitedly pump his fist, even if a little harder than intended.

Misty was over at the large dresser against the wall. She pulled out bags of weed and a scale. She measured less than an “8-ball”. Always give em a little less, she told everyone. They'll be back for more quicker. “Fifty bucks!” She asked, and normally it was $25, but for Pembrooke students, getting **** was hard to come by for these white privileged kids. Reggie and Misty were the only game in town, so to speak. Ahem, Misty was. She insisted it was her **** and her '**** game', and that Reggie's place was just the 'trap'.

Gavin grumbled about the price, but produced the money. Misty threw him a bag. “Talk about the TRAP GABIN,” Misty smiled, “and get BUCKED!” She made a gun with her finger and blasted him playfully. “BUCK! BUCK!”

Gavin corrected Misty. “It's Gavin,” he looked to Reggie. “You guys wanna smoke some.”

Misty laughed, turning from him. “I don't smoke my own stash,” she chuckled, “and I don't smoke with narcs,” she laughed going to staircase, and lighting up a smoke, her lipstick on the butt as she took drags. Gavin watched her in that tight white top.

Reggie was more than game. He got to smoke up with everyone who came through now. For free. He brought out his bong. The two smoked and talked about school. The talk turned to Susan Storm-Richards as most male teens in Pembrooke always brought her up. How hot she was, and how sexy she looked in....

“Wait, you're not in my,” Misty called from the wooden deck, “in her class.”

Gavin laughed. “Yeah, I'm Reggie's classmate from Sue Richard's class.”

Misty shot him a confused glance. “No way.”

Gavin continued. “I am. I swear.” He turned to Reggie. “Tell her.”

The young black teen confirmed with a smile. The talk went to Susan, and Gavin gushed about how smart and funny and sexy she was.

At one point, Gavin noticed the trash barrel next to the couch they sat on. It was filled with condoms. Clearly used. “What uh....what were you two doing before I came.” Gavin laughed.

With an annoyed glance, Misty turned her head. “Fucking.” She stared at the white teen. “You know what that is don't you?” She sighed, and threw her butt and then walked inside, moving past the two teens to the bedroom. Gavin's eyes on her ass in the jean shorts. “You're not a virgin are you.”

Gavin assured her he'd had sex “plenty” of times.

“With who?” Misty said and came back in the room. She walked over crossing her arms accusingly. She shot a smile at Reggie.

The young white student changed the subject. “Is the Yankees playoff game on yet?"

Reggie nodded, and turned on the game.

Misty Mae gave the white Pembrooke student a mocking huff and went into the bedroom.

She closed the door, leaving them to smoke. Talk turned back to school, and soon to Susan Richards and how “hot” she was. Gavin said Reggie was lucky to get all that time with her.

Misty Mae came out of the room, in a revealing outfit. Her gray plaid 'business suit' was rather tight in the pants, but it was that halter top, with the deep-V that showed off ample cleavage. Her black strap-open toed high-heels clicked as she walked over with the 'Emerging Heroics' textbook. She sat on the table to the side of the couch, and slipped on black brimmed glasses.

“Look at me,” Misty said in a ditzy voice. “I'm Susan Stupid BITCHARDS!” The tan skinned beauty mumbled about Sue getting her kicked out of Reggie's practices and games.

“Ha!” Gavin laughed. “She has those same pants and heels.” He noted. Though Susan Richards didn't have that top. Mrs. S usually wore a matching coat over her ample chest. “I think she has the same glasses too.” He stated taking a huge hit from Reggie's bong.

While Reggie watched the game and grabbed Gavin and himself beers, Misty pretended to read the textbook, complaining about how STUPID it all was, and how only 'nerds' would care about the Nova Corpmens history.

Gavin watched her bitch and moan, his cock now fully erect, as if it hadn't been the moment he saw her. He was torn between Misty and Susan. As were many students at Pembrooke. It was a debate among a LOT of the nerdier students who they 'jerked to' more. There was a secret rivalry. “Team Misty” or “Team Richards”. IT was Pembrooke's own Civil War....Team Sue Storm vs. Team Misty Mae..who you spanking to? There was a board online, and a poll. So far, Sue was FAR ahead.

It seemed that this fact wasn't lost on Misty Mae. She outright called Gavin out. “Are you team Misty or team Bitchards?”

Reggie chuckled, sipping a beer.

Gavin tried to deflect. “I don't know what....”

Misty looked down at Gavin from the table, and the teen felt so small. “I not an idiot,” she stated, “I hear the rumors. Your little nerd spank bank rivalry.” She looked at him sternly. “So who do you pull it to?” She made a pumping motion with her hand. “I know about the _CIVIL WAR," Misty airquoted, "_who you spanking too....come clean or get the FUCK OUT.”

Gavin's face turned red. He glanced at Reggie who shrugged at him. “Well....well....you're both aesthetically pleasing Misty...I....I....”

“AESTHETICALLY?" Misty mocked him in a nerdy voice. "So its HER,” Misty shot up, and jumped off. “Whatever....FUCK YOU...punk.” She stormed out. She slammed the bedroom door.

Reggie and Gavin finished smoking. Gavin was high as hell, and getting drunk too. He had a long train ride back to Long Island. He was pretty rich young teen. There was little talk, and after about fifteen minutes, he was about to say bye. He picked up his bag of weed.

Just then the bedroom door swung open. Misty Mae came out in a set of lingerie that almost made Gavin cream his pants. A black strap bra that covered her nipples, if you could say that. And a wrap around garter with a small patch covering her shaved cunt. They connected to a pair of silk black thigh high panty-hose. “Oh your still here.” Misty said in an oddly shy manner. “I can change....if you want.”

Gavin was sweating, the young teen kept looking back to Reggie, who seemed more intent on the game. Misty walked over and rubbed the teen's hair, and her touch caused his cock to erupt slightly. He took in a deep breath, not wanting to jizz his pants. “Easy killer,” she smiled and she walked past him towards the window to smoke. “You said you've had sex, I'm sure you've seen lingerie.”

Misty went on about how UGLY Susan Storm was, and how it pissed her off that guys thought she was 'all that'.

Gavin just stared at that bubble ass of Misty's.

Misty began to smoke a cigarette, and Reggie reminded her that Mama Stokes would get pissed at her again, but Misty waved him off. She was more intent on this white student now. “You think Mrs. Bitchards would pull this off?” She asked the teen.

The young eighteen year old white teen shook his head. “Uh....no....no way....she....she wouldn't dress that way” He didn't want to be rude.

Misty Mae giggled. “Your so naive dude.” She pointed to Reggie. “You know that he fucks her right?”

Gavin was shocked, though he had heard rumors. There was talk, about the 'time' they spent together. Reggie seemed happy as a pig in shit since Susan tutored him, and Mrs. Richards had a spring in her step. “That's not true right?” Gavin would be pissed. Jeakous that Reggie was fucking both Misty and Susan Storm.

Reggie shook his head. “Don't listen to her.”

But Misty walked over, and reached down on the table next to the couch. Reggie had two phones, and Misty knew exactly which one to grab. The “Fantasti-phone” given by Susan to her student. “What the fuck you doing?” Reggie snarled at Misty. “Crazy bitch.”

The brunette raced back to the window and unlocked the phone. “OMG!” She held the phone out for the two young teens to see. The first picture was of Susan in a tight gray athletic tank-top with the line “#raceday #letsgo...loser's go down1”. Reggie jumped up and tried to get the phone from Misty but the girl wasn't letting him. “What the fuck does 'loser's go down' mean,” Misty chuckled. It was a snapchat from Susan.

Reggie was tring to fight for the phone. Misty was holding it high and pushing him back. “I heard the rumors about her GOING DOWN in the women's locker room everyday.”

Gavin shot up. “I heard that shit too actually.”

Misty Mae got distance from Reggie and moved through the photos. The next was a snapchat picture of Susan Storm in a gray tank top, showing a lot of red bra.

“She's showing you her bra dude,” Misty walked over to show Gavin. “That shit is MAD inappropriate.” She read the line. “She legit is asking WHERE ARE YOU?” Misty shot Reggie a glance, and the black teen just crossed his arms. “What is this shit?” She asked.

Gavin watched as Misty slid through to another saved photo. This one was of Susan Storm in a white top with her tits pushed up, talking about “Textbook and Chill”.

Misty gave Reggie an accusing stare. “TEXTBOOK AND CHILL DUDE? Bitch is showing you her tits at school and talking about TEXTBOOK AND CHILL....ALL-NIGHT!”

Gavin was looking to Susan's tits in the picture and then to Misty's and how perfect both pairs were. H recalled Susan in that top and how he had masturbated to her all night. Their tits were so perfect. Susan and Misty's mounds. How similar and huge they were. Misty was just tanner skin. He'd die to see either in the flesh. His envy of Reggie grew then. Was it all real? Was Reggie fucking Susan Richards? The teacher?

Misty flipped through to another photo saved on Reggie's phone. This one made Misty gasp. It was a picture of a stunned Susan Richards, and the caption read something rather remarkable.

The young brunette put the phone down. “Dude....JIMMYCAP BROKE?”

“What's a jimmycap?” Gavin shrugged.

“It's a condom you virgin,” Misty stated without shooting him even a quick glance. “YOU'RE FUCKING HER! IT'S TRUE!”

Reggie shook his head and waved his hands. “Nah...that's crae....please....just give me the fucking phone...”

However, Misty wasn't done. She swiped for one more and she gasped, holding her hand to her face. The final picture was of Susan pulling her gray top down, exposing her massive chest. It talked about “a gap” and “breaking through”, football references. But it was clear what Susan was intending with the pic. It ended with CFM!

“CFM!” She threw the phone at Reggie. “SERIOUSLY BRO!” She gave him the finger and stormed off.

“What is CFM?” Gavin again asked like a novice to the teen world.

“COME FUCK ME!” Misty Mae shouted from the bedroom.

Reggie walked a stunned Gavin to his door, and gave him an extra bag of weed. “It ain't like that. So don't go spreading rumors.”

Gavin was smarted than that. “Those pics bro,” he laughed.

The black stud smiled. “Tell you what,” he looked to the bedroom and then to Gavin. “You keep your mouth shut,” he said in a hushed tone. “I'll get you some of dem pics bro. Of both of these hoes.” He held out his hand to pound Gavin's fist.

An excited Gavin reciprocated the goodbye fist pump. With a smile and skip he raced off to the train, checking his phone constantly.

The black stud sighed shaking his head.

Misty Mae came back out of the bedroom. “He gone?” When Reggie nodded, Misty's hair shimmered and turned to blonde locks, and her skin lightened.

Susan Storm now sighed. “I fucking hate Misty.” She still needed Misty though. Sue had made sure Reggie wasn't derailing his career to sell dope. So Sue took over the 'trap'. She was sellign **** to her own students for Reggie, so he wouldn't get caught. They needed to move the trap house though.

“What was all that shit Suzie?” Reggie asked.

A smiling Susan Storm had got her way. “We're going official Reggie Stokes,” she reminded him. “Maybe not INSTA-OFFICIAL," she added, which was BIG for teens. "Whether its on Facebook only and to only a few, that is fine.” She walked over and grabbed the teen's dick. She kissed his mouth, shoving her tongue deep into the boy's mouth. “If I'm YOUR GIRL,” she said pulling from the kiss and made air-quotes, “then all these little bitches need to know SUSAN STORM and REGGIE STOKES are in a relationship.”

“Fine!” Reggie huffed, defeated.

Sue pulled his head in and took a quick selfie, of their faces close. She then posted it to Facebook, and changed her relationship status to 'in a relationship' with Reggie Stokes. She made sure only a select few knew, namely Jeannie Foucalt, Kate Bishop, and Julie Power, her 'squad'. She was so wet, and so excited that when she hit the 'confirm' button, her body shook, and she had a small orgasm. Just from going 'official' with Reggie. She blushed red, hoping the boy hadn't seen.

The likes rolled in on her FB page, and Julie said “You guys are soooooo cute.” Kate Bishop added a 'congrats'.

Sue beamed as she responded and began a barrage of texts and messages Julie asked what she was doing. Sue wrote, "textbook and chill....duh".

Kate Bishop wrote in the chat, "Is all you guys do is have sex."

The Invisible Woman, who felt like a giddy, Invisible GIRL again, giggled. "Yup." She typed in response. She walked to the deck, watching Gavin who even looked back, and saw her plain as day in her blonde hair and lighter skin. She smiled and waved to the teen. The young boy looked stunned as he moved into the subway.

“Is he REALLY in my class?” Susan asked looking back to Reggie.

“Yeah,” Reggie laughed. “Sit's in back next to me Ms. S.” The black teen smiled rolling a joint.

"What's his name again?" Sue asked.

"Gavin," Reggie laughed at her utterly forgetting her own student.

Sue looked back at Reggie. "I'm pretty sure he just saw me, like this, you know...as myself." She said with a semi-concerned look. But honestly, she didn't give two shits. Now that she was 'official' with Reggie. She'd wanted this for some time. She WANTED people to know. Her relationship with Reed was...well....dead on arrival, or before it even began, she told herself. Twenty eight year old Susan Storm Richards was falling HARD for Reggie Stokes, and she wanted the world to know. Slowly, but she wanted it out there non-the-less.

"He won't tell nobody," Reggie assured her rolling a joint and licking the end to close it. Susan asked him why, and Reggie shrugged sort of embarrassingly, as if he had something to tell her.

"What is it STOKES!" She crossed her arms staring at the young teen. "I'm your girlfriend now so you better start telling me EVERYTHING you teenage punk piece of shit."

Reggie laughed, and lit his weed cigarette. "I told him he'd get pics of both you and Misty."

The heroine surprised him when she didn't scream or yell. Instead, she simply asked, "he's gonna pay for pics right?" She shook her blonde locks. "No white boy at Pembrooke is jerking it to ME or Misty for free Reggie." Reggie told her to calm down and ease of the race stuff, but Sue insisted on continuing. "I hear what they say about you and Jordan and Troy," she was referring to Reggie's crew, the 'Black Snakes'. Sue was livid. "Those rich uppity privileged white punks say you shouldn't be there Reggie."

The young teen didn't give two shits. He was going places. And he was fucking the hottest chick (make that two chicks) around.

"White boys are gonna PAY." Sue stammered. She smiled and looked toward the school, which was many miles away in Queens. She turned with an evil grin to Reggie, "I want all those white boys PAYING you for pics. Serve those racist punks right."

Sue came back and sank herself next to her 'boyfriend'. She licked his ear. “I'll be a good girlfriend baby,” the love struck Invisible Woman cooed. “I'll fuck and suck you everyday. I promise.” She began to stroke the teens cock. "I'm gonna make you cum so good everyday baby," she teased him. "I'm gonna wear skirts, heels, dresses, and be your sexy little super-slut." She stroked his cock hard, and was about to reach into his pants to pull it out. Her eyes caught a box in the far corner. “What's that?”

“Oh.....uh....we need to talk.” Reggie smiled.

Now...

Sue sighed, still having the principal prattle on, but only about issues HE wanted to speak of. Ms. Schwartz seemed content as fuck at the 'core curriculum'. Like that ratchet bitch is winning, Sue thought. But it wasn't over yet...

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STILL NOW....

While Susan Storm sat in the Principal's office....

The Men's locker room....Pembrooke Academy....

Jack Power walked nervously, his heart beating fast. The young hero had just turned eighteen the night before. He was a junior, but he was older, just like his sister Julie, who was nineteen and a senior. They all got held back, that just came with the territory of home-schooling and super-powered kids. He was breathing heavy. School was out. There was no one in the locker room. The football team was off at their practice facility. Yes, Pembrooke was that rich, they had a separate gym for football. It was attached to the school on the other end.

He walked past the used lockers to the ones in the way back, on the opposite end of from the showers and the gym. It was odd. The cobwebs and dust told him few had been back here. These low numbered lockers had long gone unused. Yet, footprints made it clear that traffic made its way back here. He was looking for locker number '4', just like instructed by Gavin. He'd paid the fee. It was time to place his vote.

The rumors that Reggie Stokes was fucking Misty Mae and the beauty Susan Storm had become the stuff of legend. The rumors spread like wild fire of a Pembrooke 'CIVIL WAR' like the one fought between Tony Stark's pro-registration group and Steve Rogers Anti-Reg group.

The beautiful teacher Susan Storm vs. the vapid teen bombshell Misty Mae, who didn't go to the school, so it was an odd rivalry right off the bat.

The only question teens at Pembrooke 'in the know' asked was...."who you jerking off to?"

It was said that both girls knew about this 'Civil War' and actively recruited students to their 'teams'. That the loser would have to do a 'nude spread' for those who paid to 'vote'. Jack Power didn't believe a goddamn word, especially since he knew Susan Storm.

When Jack was a kid, and Susan a teen, she babysat for the Power kids. Jack recalled sitting eating popcorn watching a movie with Susan, Julie and Katie. Sue was in simple PJs but her top button was off, and young Jack got a view of her white round cleavage. As he stared something in the young kid stirred, and Jack got his first boner. Susan was literally his fantasy from a young age.

There was no WAY she'd be a part of this, let alone FUCK Reggie Stokes. She was the distaff member of the Fantastic Four. Jack would get angry each time someone brought the rumor up. Hell, Sue and Julie were tight now.

Then last night, at 12:01, when Jack was officially eighteen, he got a text message from Susan. It was her number, there was no doubt of that. The first time she'd contacting him, in well YEARS since he grew older.

Jack Power picked up his cellphone and looked at the message again, to make sure the ver lengthy text was real. It read....

Happy Birthday Jack...your a man now. While I don't think you're going to have sex for some time, you can still enjoy some personal 'self' fun. I want to help you with that Jack. I want to be that girl that can help you 'relieve stress'. I know you've heard about the Pembrooke Civil War and you have to know that its ALL REAL. I'm at war with this little slut, and I can't lose. This is the most IMPORTANT vote of your life Jack Power. For only $50 a month you'll be a part of "TEAM SUE" and get exclusive pics and content personally sent to you. I need you on TEAM SUE. I need you to vote. TODAY. The $50 you pay to GAVIN to vote will go to REggie and my 'vacation' fund. We're going to the Poconos Jack...help us reach our goal. We need you. VOTE ON ME JACK! XOXOXO - Susan Storm Richards

He didn't still beleive until she sent the pic that followed the message.

Jack went right to Gavin the next morning with money. He got the instructions. Find locker '4', open it and 'VOTE'. That meant jerking off on the side of the girl you chose. Whatever that meant. Gavin said he'd 'get it' when he got there.

The young hero moved to find the locker. He took a deep breath. He was so ready to vote for Susan. But why, why was he so torn. He hesitated and looked at his phone once more. A different very lengthy...very lengthy text from an unknown number.

Jack...my name is Misty Mae....you don't know me...but I know you...I've seen you at parties, and football games. I heard you turned eighteen, and I HAD to contact you. I'm sorry I had to find your number. We're at WAR Jack, but I think you know that. My enemy is YOUR enemy....SUSAN STORM RICHARDS! You can't trust that woman no matter WHAT you've heard. She's evil, and she is racist against white boys. It's true. Susan is what is known as a "BBCO". It means "Big Black Cock Only". She thinks that white boys have little dicks, can't get laid, and even if they could they don't know what to do with those lil' cocks, and they're pretty much all around pathetic. Ahem...HER words, NOT mine. She thinks your a punk Jack. With a small dick, and she's laughing at you as you jerk off in the locker room. Not me. I have given PLENTY of hand-jobs to like a couple of white guys. If you vote for me, you'll have like a ONE in a THOUSAND chance at a handjob Jack. Plus for $50 a month you'll be part of 'TEAM MISTY'. I'll send exclusive pics to my soldiers. The money goes to the Poconos Vacay Fund! This is the biggest vote of YOUR life Jack. It's better than she's giving you. She's racist dude. VOTE TEAM MISTY! VOTE HARD! VOTE NOW!

It was followed by Misty's own campaign pic.

Needless to say, Jack was READY to vote. He opened the locker with a creeking noise of old rusty metal. His jaw dropped at the pics on the wall door. Dried...well...something coated the whole locker.

Pictures lined the locker

Notes in two separate but similar styles of handwriting went on about why one should vote for Sue or Misty. It was clear the girls were the ones writing the notes.

"I'm hotter". Sue scribled.

"She's racist against white boys," Misty wrote.

As he looked down the line the pics got racier. The next pics were of Susan and Misty in bikinis and Jack's eyes popped out. It was ALL real. Reggie was a stud, thought Jack Power, as he pulled his pants down.

Just like over sixty male students before him, Jack's eyes darted back and forth and he was unable to make the choice. It was clear he had to 'cum' on one side. He got that now. Dried caked cum lined the locker. It stank, but Jack endured.

The third picture was of the two beauties in lingerie, and Jack couldn't believe the risque lingerie Sue got into...for Reggie?

He was moaning as he pumped his cock, unable to decide. So many stood in his place. Jack looked down at his phone. Jack opened a message instinctively, and moved his cock towards the side of the locker with the girl whose message he was looking at...he looked into her eyes in the pic, and his cock exploded. He grunted and his knees went weak at the powerful orgasm, and he heard a splash as his splooge splattered onto the picture of his 'choice'. He realized the pics were laminated for this VERY purpose. Breathing heavy with a smile, he'd made his choice.

He eagerly texted the winner that she got his vote.

With a grin at his 'vote', the young teen reached up to the final pic and scribbled a mark next to the others. He inspected the breasts and the marks. It was close. REAL close. He then noted a strange line written on the 'scoring' pic. He touched the paper and wondered what it meant.

A moment later he was shocked when the girl he voted for sent a 'kissing emoji' and then a message. "Make sure to mark my tit hon. And pay Gabbard the $50 fee to join my team. Kisses....hugs...."

"Will do," Jack Power texted back. "I'm so happy to be on your team. You're amazing." He wrote, and waited for a response. He waited, and waited. "Oh well," he shrugged, she'd update him on what to do soon. He smiled, and whistled as he walked away, fully relaxes and happy to be on the WINNING team.