The Art of Seduction

by Pink Panther

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

December 2007

Over the past few weeks, my life has been the best I can ever remember. I've been working hard at school and doing lots of violin practice, both on my own and with Aidy. But what's made it really special is that on Tuesdays and Fridays Aidy and I meet up for wonderful, passionate sex, and on Thursdays, we're joined by Tyler and Dominic.

Of course, I've been doing this for a while, but there's no way I'm going to take it for granted. The other guys in my friendship group, all straight, of course, make sure of that! They're all desperate to have sex. From what I can gather, none of them has gone further than getting an occasional grope. So, yeah; I know how lucky I am!

Over the past week we've been doing our end of term exams. I went into them knowing I was better prepared than I've ever been. We'll get our results next week, but I'm confident they've gone well. Exactly how well, I guess I'll have to wait and see!

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It's Tuesday evening, and I'm in school for the end of term concert. By this point, we've had most of our exam results, and I've done even better than I'd expected. With two results to come, I'm on course to move up at least one more place, maybe two, so I'm beyond excited! Mum and Dad will be well pleased!

The one thing that makes me slightly nervous about tonight is that David is going to be here. Obviously, it's great that he wants to come and hear us play, but it does put more pressure on us. I mean, there's no way we'd want to let him down!

As usual, the first half of the concert will be for the solo performers, and like last time, Aidy and I will be on fourth out of six, with only two soloists from Year Thirteen to follow. We're very happy with that!

By half past seven we're seated backstage with the other performers. A couple of minutes later, the concert gets under way. Just after eight o'clock, it's our turn. Mr Fearnley steps up to the microphone.

"Our next soloist will be Christopher Morland on violin," he announces. "He'll be accompanied by Adrian Cooper!"

Aidy and I stride onto the stage. I haven't told anyone, but I'm about to do something I haven't done before. Once we're in position, I quickly check my tuning. Then, copying what I've seen some of the older boys do, I step up to the microphone.

"Good evening, everyone," I say, trying to hold my nerves in check. "Our first piece this evening will be Panis Angelicus by Cesar Franck."

After Aidy has played the introduction, I launch into it. It's a wonderful tune, and the acoustics in the hall really help. My violin sounds the best it ever has. Even from up on the stage, I can feel that the audience is totally with us. As the piece comes to an end, they give us a warm round of applause. Okay! That was the start; now for the big one!

"Thank you!" I say, smiling. "Our second piece is My Favorite Things, from the musical The Sound of Music. It was written by the great Richard Rodgers, and it's been arranged for violin and piano by David Wilmington, leader of Kingston Symphony Orchestra."

I take a deep breath. It all comes down to the next four minutes. Aidy and I grin at each other. He plays the intro, and we're on our way. It goes like a dream! All the hours of work we've put in have paid off. We're so together, the energy we're generating is unbelievable! It is so exciting! Almost before I know it, we've reached the half-speed coda, which ends with a further rallentando over the last two bars.

And that's it! We've done it! After a moment's pause, the hall erupts. To describe the applause as enthusiastic wouldn't do it justice. That is so special! I'm almost overwhelmed. Calling Aidy up from the piano stool, we stand together to acknowledge the audience, with me holding up my violin with my right hand, while my left arm is wrapped around Aidy's shoulder. It's a moment I'll never forget.

As the applause dies down, an idea occurs to me.

"Thank you so much!" I say, stepping up to the microphone again. "David Wilmington is in the audience this evening, so please give him a round of applause for the wonderful arrangement he wrote for us!"

After more generous applause, Aidy and I make our way off the stage. I am drained! I totally need a break before playing again in the second half. A little under twenty minutes later, we reach the interval.

I wander out into the hall, to find my family and friends. It's like I get mobbed! The guys from my friendship group are all over me, but it's not just them; I'm being congratulated by everyone; it's almost embarrassing!

"Well done!" David says finally, putting his arm around my shoulder. "You and Adrian played wonderfully! When I gave you that arrangement, I wondered what you'd make of it. Well, I honestly could not have asked for more! You were superb!"

"Thanks!" I acknowledge, starting to tear up.

Being congratulated by friends and family is nice, but sort of expected. But David is a top amateur musician. His words mean everything!

As I return to the backstage area, I notice Mr Blake sitting in the third row. There's nothing strange about him being here. Quite a few of our teachers come to these concerts. But I suddenly wonder if he's aware of my relationship with Aidy. Does he even know that Aidy has a boyfriend? If he does, I'm guessing that he may have just worked out who it is.

A few minutes later, we're into the second half of the concert. For me, this is the easy part. I'm not required to do anything very demanding, so I just slot in and make sure I play my parts as well as I can. That's what it's about.

We finish just after ten o'clock. Returning to the backstage area, I quickly pack my things before heading out into the hall to join Mum and Dad for the short journey home. By eleven o'clock, I'm in bed. I'm trying to get to sleep, but it refuses to come. With the adrenaline still flowing, my brain is running a mile a minute, replaying my performance with Aidy over and over.

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A few days later, school finishes for the Christmas holiday. As usual, that involves lots of family stuff. Aidy and I do manage to see each other quite a bit, but with our parents around the whole time, we don't get the chance to actually do anything. That's just the way it is. But it is only for two weeks. We just have to be patient.

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As tradition dictates, on Boxing Day, Dad drives us over to Auntie Cath and Uncle Mike's place. Of course, Alex will be there, and to be honest, I'm not sure what to expect from him. It doesn't matter though. Whatever he does, I'll be polite, friendly, and helpful when needed. If he tries to provoke a confrontation, I'll simply refuse to take the bait. My priority is to make sure that if things do go south, Mum and Dad will know it wasn't my fault.

As last year, we arrive there just after three and are welcomed inside for the usual `catching up' session. As expected, Alex didn't do very well in his GCSE exams -- he didn't earn a single A or A* grade -- but he still did well enough to return to school to do A-levels.

Uncle Mike does seem to be going through the motions of being stricter with him, but the fact is that if he's going to get into a good university, he'll need to work much harder than he's been used to. Unless he's given a real kick up the arse, I'm not sure how well he's going to take to that idea.

Alex's sister Samantha, who is now at Bournemouth University, is accompanied by her new boyfriend. Tristan, one of her fellow students, lives near Lymington, on the Hampshire coast.

Auntie Cath seems to approve, but that's not a surprise. Before starting university, Tristan attended Sherborne School in Dorset -- which is actually the school that Alan Turing went to -- so his parents obviously have plenty of money, probably even more than Uncle Mike and Auntie Cath do.

When the subject of the `catch-up' comes round to me, I'm pleased to say that Mum and Dad don't have much to say, just stuff like `doing okay', and `making good progress'. That suits me. Given the recent problems between myself and Alex, I don't want them bigging me up.

Just after six, we sit down to our evening meal. As always, it's superb. It's the one part of these visits that's always worth coming for. I can't imagine how long Auntie Cath must have spent preparing everything.

As we have for the past few years, Alex and I deal with most of the fetching, carrying, and clearing away. I realise straightaway that this is where things could get awkward. Unfortunately, I'm right. Instead of asking politely, Alex starts to bark orders at me.

Remembering what I told myself earlier, I just do as he says. I mean, I'd be doing this job anyway, so why give him the satisfaction of letting him get under my skin? However, he makes the mistake of ordering me around right in front of his dad.

"Alex!" Uncle Mike snaps. "Speak to Chris properly! He's your cousin, not the hired help!"

In a way, it's a surprise. When Alex was younger, his dad was always quite soft with him. I'm definitely getting the vibe that Uncle Mike's finally got pissed off with how entitled Alex has become, and has rather belatedly started to insist on higher standards.

What isn't a surprise is that Alex immediately backs off. As I discovered some time ago, Alex isn't the `hard boy' that he'd like people to think he is. I guess he might have tried going to the other extreme, but I guess he knows that his dad wouldn't have liked that either. Instead, he just asks me to do stuff like any normal person would.

Finally, the meal's over. After we've cleared everything away and loaded the dishwasher, I'm wondering if Alex will invite me up to his room like he did last year. Unsurprisingly, he doesn't. We simply return to the sitting room and rejoin the adults.

Over the next few hours, Alex and I say almost nothing. It doesn't bother me. All I want is to avoid getting into a fight. As it goes, I find listening to Tristan and Uncle Mike quite interesting. Just after ten, it's time to go home.

"Have you and Alex had a falling-out?" Dad asks as we drive away.

"We've drifted apart," I respond, trying to sound bored.

"I just wondered. A few years ago, you seemed to be getting really close."

"Yeah, but I've got a lot more commitments these days."

"True!" Dad admits.

"Well, I'm glad you've got away from him," Mum says firmly. "I thought he was a bad influence. I'm glad Mike finally told him off for being so rude!"

"Yes, he had that coming," Dad agrees, "not that Cath was too happy about it. You know what she's like!"

I keep my thoughts strictly to myself. After all, I don't want to give anything away. But I know one thing: I'm glad that Uncle Mike and Auntie Cath aren't my parents; I don't care how much money they've got!

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March 2008

The way that the date of Easter is fixed is completely insane! This year, it's as early as it can be, like Easter Sunday is on March 22. So, instead of having a two-week holiday over Easter like we usually do, we're just getting the two public holidays, Good Friday and Easter Monday, like everyone does. We'll then get an eight-day break in the middle of April. It's bonkers!

This term is always the toughest, mainly because the poxy weather makes it seem like a grind. This year, the work we're having to has been much more demanding than anything we've done before. As a result, this term's seemed like the hardest ever.

But for all that, I've been keeping well on top of things. Being part of the friendship group has been a big help. Although Mum and Dad are very supportive, I don't think I'd have done as well as I have without those guys around me.

But the real difference is my relationship with Aidy. Being able to have wonderful, uninhibited sex with a cutie like him makes all the hard work seem worthwhile.

Anyway, we've got through the first half of term with nothing much to report. As far as I know, Aidy's still `visiting' Mr Blake, but as we haven't talked about it, I can't be certain. What I do know is that when he comes to my place, he's as keen as ever! I'll settle for that!

Aidy's still very much the same as he was when he first caught my attention eighteen months ago. Even though he'll be thirteen in a couple of weeks, he still hasn't had his first proper cum. I think he'll get there pretty soon, but it hasn't happened yet.

By contrast, Tyler, who turned thirteen two months ago, is moving on. Although he's still very cute and an amazing fuck, he's taller, his cock and balls, which are now topped by a neat little crop of golden-brown pubes, have grown considerably, and he's starting to make proper spunk. But that's just how things are. At least I got to have sex with him while he was at his most gorgeous!

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It's Monday; the period before morning break we have maths with Mr Hargreaves. After around twenty minutes, he sets us an exercise on solving triangles using the Sine Rule.

Getting down to work, I reach into my blazer pocket to take out my calculator, but as I'm not really paying attention, I accidentally pull out my phone instead. Unfortunately, Mr Hargreaves is standing just a few feet away.

"Is that a phone I see before me?" he demands, tapping my desk.

"Sir," I acknowledge, turning red with embarrassment.

"You know the rule," he says evenly. "Hand it over! You can collect it at the end of the day."

I do know the rule; I also know that it's rigidly enforced, and I'm not going to make the situation worse by arguing about it. I hand him the phone without a word.

I'm annoyed, not with Mr Hargreaves; with myself. My calculator isn't even in my blazer. It's in my bag where I usually keep it.

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With classes over for the day, I stride purposefully to Mr Hargreaves' room. Seeing me enter, he takes my phone from his desk drawer.

"There you are!" he says, handing it over. "You won't make a habit of doing that, will you?"

"No, sir," I say quietly.

After putting it away, I head out onto the corridor. Reaching the corner, I turn towards where the English classrooms are. Some distance away, I spot a boy going into Mr Blake's room. But it's definitely not Aidy. This lad's taller and scrawny-looking, with straight, mousey-coloured hair.

My interest is piqued immediately, speculating that Aidy may not be the only boy that the young English teacher is having sex with. Strolling up to the classroom door, I look through the window.

Once again, there doesn't appear to be anyone in there. I try the door. It's locked, meaning that it's been locked from the inside. That settles it. I don't need to be a genius to work out what they're doing.

Within an instant, I've got a raging hard-on. As it's Monday, I haven't had sex for three days, so I'm as horny as fuck. Guessing that Mr Blake won't want to keep the lad there too long, I decide to wait around to see what happens. I know I shouldn't; it's stupid. I should just get the hell out of there. But I guess it's a case of my little head taking over what my big head's for.

In order to leave the building, the lad will have to go downstairs, so I'm pretty certain which direction he'll take when he comes out. So, I head the other way, taking up a position where I can see the classroom door, but far enough away that he's unlikely to notice me.

The seconds drag slowly past, but my cock dictates that I have to see it through. After around ten very long minutes, the door opens. The boy emerges and makes his way along the corridor, just as I'd expected him to. Having waited this long, I have no choice but to follow behind.

However, on reaching the staircase, he carries on, heading towards the toilets where I met Kyle. I give myself a mental kick. If he's just been fucked, he'll need the toilet before going home! I should have known that was where he'd go.

I immediately speed up. By the time he reaches the door to the toilets, I've almost caught him up. Hearing me behind him, he looks over his shoulder. I grin at him. He carries on into the toilets with me still following behind.

Looking more than a little uncomfortable, he makes his way into the furthest of the four stalls and locks the door. Going into the next one, I follow suit. Sitting on the toilet, I check the partition between us to see if there's a hole I can look through. Unfortunately, there isn't. I didn't think there would be.

Instead, I place my foot close to the partition and begin to tap it. A few seconds later, a piece of toilet paper appears from under the partition. I pick it up. There's a message on it. It reads: `COME IN IF YOU WANT SOME FUN.'

I swallow hard. He couldn't have made it any clearer. Picking up my bag, I leave the stall and look around. As the urinals and washbasins are deserted, I tap the adjacent door. It opens, and I step inside.

The other boy is a fraction over five feet tall. Apart from his flies being open, he's fully dressed. As he bolts the door, I move past him and sit on the toilet. Gesturing for him to face me, I reach up and undo the clip at the top of his school trousers, allowing them to fall to the floor.

Holy shit! If anything, he's even scrawnier than James was! His legs are like spindles. They're the sort of legs that the word `coltish' was invented for. Taking hold of the waistband of his white briefs, I skin them down his legs, noting the tell-tale stain where Mr Blake's spunk must have seeped out.

Pushing up his shirt, I get another surprise. He might be scrawny, but his hard, uncut dick certainly isn't! At a little over four and half inches, it's the same length as Tyler's, but thicker, with a few pubic hairs just beginning to sprout.

"What's your name?" I mouth.

"Greg."

"I'm Chris. Which year are you in?"

"Year Seven."

Wow! That's some pretty impressive equipment for a kid who's no more than twelve! Leaning forwards, I take it into my mouth, sucking it steadily. It feels amazing! At the same time, I run my hands up the back of his slender thighs and onto his tiny bum. Holy shit! I'd love to fuck him! After a minute or so, I let him go.

"I saw you going into Mr Blake's room," I whisper. "Did he fuck you?"

"Yeah! Are you going to do that?"

"Is that okay?"

"Yeah! Do it!"

Reaching into my bag, I pull out the tube of K-Y, stand up and squeeze some onto Greg's fingers.

"That's a nice one, man!" he breathes, expertly lubing my cock.

"Can you cum?" I ask.

"Yeah!"

"Did you cum just now?"

"No. He was in a hurry."

Okay, so Mr Blake fucked him, but didn't get him off. That sounds like an arsehole move to me, but whatever. I'll make sure he cums, even if I have to suck him off after I've finished.

As he positions himself over the toilet, I shuffle in behind, guiding my cock onto his boy-hole. I push hard. He's clearly used to this. It spears right into him, fully impaling him with a single thrust.

Holding him around the tops of his thighs, I set to work. Although not as tight as Aidy or Tyler, he's still very nice. It doesn't really matter. After three days, I'm going to cum pretty quick like wherever.

With my orgasm starting to build, I reach down, wrapping my fingers around his throbbing prick. I begin to wank him. After only a few seconds, he bucks like a wild animal. A moment later, his boy-juice squirts all over the toilet, his bum-hole clamping my cock like a vice. That finishes me! Resuming my grip on his thighs, I pump rope after rope of hot creamy spunk deep into his tight little tunnel. Wow! That was wild! A couple of minutes later, we're on our way.

"Thanks!" Greg says, sounding much posher than I expected. "I really enjoyed it! Daddy's going to be so excited when I tell him what I've been up to!"

"You're going to tell your dad?" I question, my brain completely scrambled.

"Oh yes!" Greg says nonchalantly. "Daddy and I have lots of fun together!"

I'm like `What the fuck?!' This kid is having sex with his dad and acts like it's totally normal! That is seriously messed up!

"Maybe you'd like to come over to our place some time," he suggests, grinning. "We could have lots of fun!"

After what he's just told me, there's no way I'm going for that! I'd like to just tell him it's not going to happen. On the other hand, I don't want to upset him. Things could get awkward.

"Where d'you live?" I ask, playing for time.

"Chertsey."

I guess that fits with the way he talks. Chertsey is seriously posh, and an insanely expensive place to live. The good news is that it's miles away, and quite awkward to get to.

"I'm not sure that's going to work," I caution. "With all the homework we get and the violin practice I have to do, I'm not sure I'll have time. In any case, Mum and Dad would want to know where I was going."

"Oh," he says, looking disappointed. "I didn't know you were a musician. I just thought . . . you know, if you were up for it."

He turns away and heads towards the station. For a few moments, I just stand there, angry with myself. I totally shouldn't have done that. It's not as though it was a chance I needed to take.

Far from it; I'm having regular sex with two really cute boys, all of which is pretty safe. I had no reason to put myself into that situation. I was just being greedy! As it was, I could have found myself being drawn into some seriously messed up stuff. Fuck! I'll think twice before doing anything like that again!

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April 2008

Following the actual Easter weekend, we went back to school for two weeks. So right now, we're having our `proper' Easter holiday. I'm loving it! Since the encounter with Greg, I've valued my time with Aidy, Tyler and Dominic more than ever. Although we're not doing anything we've not done before, it's like I've finally started to understand what an important a part of my life this is.

Having not played together since before Christmas, Aidy and I have just begun rehearsing again. We understand each other so well; it's been great! With our performance at the Christmas concert having gone so well, Mr Bennett has given us permission to play the same pieces again in the summer, so that's what we're going to do. It suits me. Right at the moment, I don't have time to start learning new ones.

Back in January, I and my violin teacher decided to delay my Grade-6 violin exam until the Autumn, which means I'll have most of the summer holiday to prepare for it. That's also when Aidy and I will learn whatever new pieces we're going to play at the Christmas concert.

Given how much time I'm having to spend on my schoolwork, this had to be the way to go. It definitely seems to be working. Right now, my life seems very, very sweet!

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It's Tuesday afternoon. With our games class having finished a few minutes early, I'm back at home waiting for Aidy to arrive. Finally, the doorbell rings. As soon as I open the door to welcome him inside, I know something's wrong.

"Hey! Are you okay?" I ask, gently putting my arm around his shoulder. "Has something happened?"

My first thought is that someone's been picking on him, probably boys from his year or the year above. If that is what this is about, I'll need to call in the cavalry to sort it out. There's no way I'm going to put up with that, and I'm sure Vaughan won't either.

"Mr Blake's left," Aidy says disconsolately. "He doesn't teach at our school anymore."

That catches me totally unprepared. I hadn't heard anything about it.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," I say rather unconvincingly, trying desperately to work out how to deal with the situation. "You really liked him, didn't you?"

"He was the best!" Aidy says emphatically.

"So who have you got for English now?"

"Mr Downing."

That makes sense. Mr Downing is the deputy head, and usually only teaches one or two classes. From what I've heard, he's a good teacher, but very strict.

Fuck! I'm going to need to be so careful! If I say too much, he might realise that I knew what was going on. I don't want that; he'd be devastated! Fuck! It's going to be like walking on eggshells!

"I know it's disappointing," I say gently, "but these things happen. Sometimes, teachers do leave in the middle of the year. Just do your best. You'll be fine!"

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May 2008

The last few weeks have been quite difficult. Aidy seems to be getting over his disappointment at Mr Blake's sudden departure, but it's been a slow process. I'm worried that he thinks it might have been his fault. I'm sure it's not. If the school knew that he was involved with Mr Blake, I'm sure the Headmaster would have wanted to talk to him. They might have even sent him for counselling. The thing is though, I can't tell him that without giving away that I knew what they were up to.

Of course, I've no idea how many boys Mr Blake was having sex with. I know it was at least two. It could have been more. I guess Greg might have said something he shouldn't, or maybe rumours started circulating about Mr Blake's interest in boys, especially the younger ones.

The one thing I am just about certain about is that Mr Blake didn't just leave; the school got rid of him. Anyway, I've been working extra hard to help Aidy feel good about himself, and to make sure he understands how important he is to me.

So right now, we're into our spring half term break. It's Wednesday morning. Aidy and I have been in the music room rehearsing for almost two hours. It's long enough.

"Okay, we've done what we need to," I say, smiling warmly. "Let's leave it for today. Would you like to come up to my room for a bit?"

"Sure!" he responds, grinning back.

Up in my room, we sensuously undress each other. Snuggled up on my bed, I really lay it on, totally going to town on the kissing, sucking and fondling. Aidy simply melts in my arms. I can't imagine any other boy being as affectionate as he is.

"Oh, Chris!" he gasps finally. "I need you to fuck me!"

"Sure!" I respond gently. "Let me get you ready!"

With Aidy on all fours, I go through the routine of licking him and fingering him that I must have performed literally dozens of times since we've been together.

"Okay!" I say eventually, allowing my fingers to slide slowly out. "How would you like it today? Your choice!"

After moving further up the bed, Aidy turns onto his back, lifting his legs so that his knees are close to his shoulders. Kneeling behind him, I shuffle in close, his bum-hole twitching invitingly. Guiding my well-lubed dick right onto its target, I take a deep breath, and thrust it in.

As we smile at each other, I sink slowly down, my cock steadily disappearing into his boy-tunnel until I'm balls deep inside him.

"Come on, Chris!" he begs. "You know what I want!"

Pulling well back, I begin to fuck him with long, powerful thrusts, marvelling at how beautifully tight he is. Maybe it's good that Mr Blake's not fucking him anymore.

Looking down at him, I study his sexy little grimaces, and listen to the quiet moans he's emitting. As he builds towards his inevitable climax, I'm getting more turned on with every thrust.

"Ohh! Ohh! Ohhh!" he squeaks, his bum-hole suddenly working wonders on my cock. A moment later, his penis jerks into action, little drops of watery fluid squirting from the tip and splattering down on his chest and stomach.

"Oh yeah!" I rasp. "You've done it! You've cum! Oh, fuck! My turn now!"

Burying my cock as deep as I can, I hang on tight, my hot, creamy spunk spurting over and over deep into his boy-hole. Holy shit! That was intense! After a few seconds, I gently withdraw. Flopping down on my back, I pull him over on top of me.

"Be careful!" he warns, grinning. "I'm all sticky!"

"Don't worry about that!" I counter, rubbing my nose against his. "You've done it! You've actually cum! I'm so pleased for you! You've been waiting for ages!"

"Yeah!" he gasps, still breathing hard. "It felt amazing!"

Of course, in one way I'm delighted for him. It's a huge milestone. At the same time, I'm disappointed. It's the signal that he's finally growing up, and setting out on the journey that Tyler's been on for some time. Over the next few months, his pubes will start to grow, his spunk will become thicker, until it's white and creamy like mine. He may start to get hair on his calves.

I know that when that happens, I'll no longer find him as attractive as I have up to now. Dealing with that won't be easy. Our musical partnership has been a big part of the reason that I've done as well as I have. I have to make sure we keep it going.

Of course, we should be able to do that. After all, it's been good for both of us. Unfortunately, I've got this nagging doubt. What will I do that if I encounter a cute younger boy who really get my juices flowing? I guess I'll have to jump that hurdle when I get to it. After all, it probably won't happen, so why worry?