Date: Thu, 21 Jan 2010 20:38:14 -0800 (PST) From: Chuck Hughes Subject: Learning to please - part 3 This is a true story; If you are not 21 or over do not go any further. If you do not like man on man sex go no further. Taking the train ride over to Queens was a little sobering: I had to admit that I was moving out of fantasy and taking another step further in gay sex - a significant step too. No matter what happened the first time, I could walk away from that telling myself that it was a mistake: I had no idea what I was doing, it wasn't what I thought it would be, I was taken advantage of, and so on. However, now after two weeks of purely gay fantasy in my mind, self-sex play with my ass and nipples, and finally setting up a 'date' with the man that had previously pumped his seed onto my body - twice - there was no doubt about what I was doing. I realized that part of me wanted to be held and treated like a woman by a man. I was starting to realize that this was a real, physical need I had - just like a guy needs to have his balls drained, I now wanted to feel a man on top of me, or standing over me, giving me his cum. Following Howard's directions, when my train arrived at his station I took a taxi to his apartment building. The doorman buzzed Howard's apartment for me & I was allowed to enter the building. Walking briskly I was soon standing before his door. Just standing there I was so nervous that my knees were actually knocking. He met me at the door and welcomed me in. As I walked past him into the living room I noticed his cologne and freshly showered appearance. He was wearing a white dress shirt, dress slacks and loafers. As I took off my jacket I noticed him looking me over. He took my jacket with one hand as the other came around my neck and drew me into his chest.. I held him as our bodies pressed together. I smiled up into his eyes and he kissed me lightly. He looked down at me, smiled and whispered "I'm glad you came over...come sit down and let's talk a bit". Late morning light filled the apartment, which was noticeably clean and organized. Classical music played lightly -the warm, inviting atmosphere was very different from what I remembered last time. I was glad to slide down onto the couch - I was light headed and almost trembling with anticipation. Howard came back and sat down next to me, with a polite space between us. He crossed his legs and leaned over and took one of my hands in his. As he caressed my fingers he said "Although it's a nice day out...I thought we'd stay in and have some fun, just the two of us". I squeezed has hand back, looked him in the eye, smiled and said "Yes, I'd like that". He grinned back, "Good, because these last two weeks have been really tough for me and I've been dying to see you." "And" he continued brightly "I have some good news... and a small surprise for you." He held up an index finger and looked thoughtful - "But first, how about a drink - something special for the occasion?" and he got up. I nodded "Yes, that'd be nice..." as he disappeared into the kitchen. I followed up with "...but nothing too strong, it is still early...". He reappeared in the doorway holding a bottle of champagne and a carafe of orange juice. "I juiced a whole bag of oranges this morning and 'just so happen to have' a bottle of champagne - I make a pretty fair Mimosa - if you care to try one..." he offered. "Yes please, that sounds tasty" I gushed. My heart leapt and a wave of warm sensations washed over me. I realized that in his own way he had been looking forward to, preparing for, our 'date' also. Was he nervous too, I wondered? He had showered and dressed nicely. He had obviously cleaned up the apartment. There was desire and sexual tension between us, but he was being nice and respectful, like a gentleman. I felt my face flush. I think I had expected him to whisk me into the bedroom immediately for relief, pumping his cum onto me, into me as soon as I got in the door. Instead he was treating this like a real date, like I was a real person and that made me feel good. I leaned back into the couch, crossed my legs as I imagined a woman would do and tried to look comfortable. He re-entered the room carrying two champagne flutes. I fought my initial impulse to stand as a man would do and chose to remain seated, letting him bring me my drink, which I took with a smiley "thank you". He sat down, not very close to me, crossed his legs and leaned toward me. "To us - may be both find pleasure in each other's company" he toasted and we touched glasses. I took a small sip of my first Mimosa, eyeing him over the rim. I savored the sweetness of the drink, and then tilted my head for a deeper drink. "Have you had one before, the Mimosa I mean?" "No, this is my first - it's very good." "Well, I have to warn you - must be careful", he grinned. "Although the ingredients are simply champagne and orange juice, when mixed in the right proportions it has been known to magically make women lose all their inhibitions. I've been perfecting my recipe, and...this may actually be my best batch ever". I couldn't believe it - he was actually using a pickup line on me! And it was working - I felt myself blush. "There, I can see by your color, it's already starting to have an affect" he teased. I turned further toward him and proudly lifted my chin, so he could see me completely, the blush growing deeper . "If I'm blushing, maybe it's because I have a very vivid imagination" I said, hoping it sounded alluring. "Oh yes, I'm sure you do...maybe you're not such a nice girl after all?" he questioned, as he reached his free hand over to touch my face, smoothing over to my earlobe in a playful caress. There it was: two 'girl' references within a moment of each other. My head pounded with my heartbeat. I tilted back for another drink, hoping the coolness of the liquid - or the champagne - would help calm my nerves. He continued playing with my ear as I closed my eyes and responded to his touch. "I'm glad you came over in the morning - in this light I can see that you really are quite pretty, you know, I feel very lucky to be with you right now" he whispered. I looked at him and said playfully "I bet you say that to, to all the...the girls." He smiled, and laughed and dropped his hand, taking my hand and holding it while we enjoyed the moment. "You said something about good news?" I offered, taking another sip. "Ah, yes! Thank you for reminding me, I was almost ensnared in your feminine charms." He took his hand back and reached for an envelope that was on the coffee table. "The good news," he continued, "is that I got myself tested, the results are... right here" he said offering the envelop. "I'm clean & safe, no HIV or other STDs to worry about". "That's....um, great, I'm relieved, I'm glad to hear that" I stumbled as I set down my glass and took the envelope he provided. I had an awkward deer-in-the-headlights moment, not being sure what was expected in this sort of situation. I camouflaged my confusion by carefully reading and opening the envelop and reviewing the single sheet of paper which was inside. It confirmed his statement to be true. I sensed him watching me, trying to gauge my reaction as I tried avoiding eye contact. "I hope you know what this means for us - for you, darling?" he asked, moving a hand onto my shoulder. My heart leaped at his tender tone. As he watched me he gently took the letter back and laid it on the table, taking care to keep hold of my one hand. Both his hands touched me firmly as he inched closer, sitting knee to knee. "This means that, if you want, if you'd like to...you can taste my cum - you don't have to worry" he explained. He slowly leaned in for a kiss. I closed my eyes as our lips touched and parted, our tongues softly touching. It was a tender, gentle kiss, that told me he was still worried about my reaction. A hand came up to stroke my face. "That is, of course, your choice..." which he left hanging. I held his hand against my face and looked at him. I heard myself whisper "Yes, if you want me too, I'd like that...I'd like to try that, I, I". I was blushing and stammering - I hadn't even tasted my own cum yet, I really wasn't prepared for this turn of events, I had been focusing on anal sex and condoms and... "Shhh, it's OK, baby. it's OK" he said, pulling me in for a kiss. I relaxed and gave into the joy of our tongues exploring each other. He pulled back and looked into my eyes - "Of course you don't have to, but I think you'll like it...and I think there is nothing sexier than watching a lover take a mouthful of cum for her man" he said. As I bashfully looked down I noticed that his trousers were tenting up, his cock was starting to swell. I buried my head in his chest and held him, as he held me, for several moments. I felt very comfortable being there with him. "Would you care for another drink, darling?" he asked brightly, clearly trying to lighten the mood. "Wow, my head is spinning now as it is... not just yet, thanks" I laughed as I sat up and composed myself. "And the surprise...I did tell you I had a surprise for you" he leaned back so he could watch my reaction. "You know...first I have to say that it was quite, naughty of you to string me along for two whole weeks after our little tryst" he joked. I raised an eyebrow and moved my hand to my throat feigning feminine surprise. He stood, pacing, like a prosecutor and continued with his joking accusations "Yes, don't act so innocent - you knew were doing. And I'll have you know, I didn't handle it well - I was pathetic - all I kept imagining was that sexy little body of yours underneath me, the way your soft hands held my cock, stroked my back. Your soft little ass in my hands. All the nasty little things I wanted to do with you....to you. And then I worried that you were dumping this old, fat man and you had no intention of coming back to me. Oh yes darling, you made me suffer." He was wagging a finger at me. Playing along I said, trying a breathy girls voice 'I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about, I told you I had my studies to worry about." "So," he continued "Since I couldn't get you out of my mind, last week I gave in and allowed myself to plan and prepare for the pleasure of your next visit. You'll notice, that no small effort went into cleaning the apartment" "Yes, I noticed, it's very nice now, thank you" I said demurely. "And the Mimosas - did you really think I just happened to have chilled champagne and hand squeezed Valencia juice by coincidence?" "Not at all, that was very thoughtful of you Howard" I played on. "Well, I'm glad you noticed" he said as he sat opposite me in the love seat. "And hopefully you also will appreciate this next part of my plan. At the risk of further rejection from you, I took the liberty of picking up a few things for you to wear, something sexy, if you'd like...while you're here with me". I knew he meant women's clothes and I felt myself getting very aroused with the scene that was unfolding. I was already comfortable being here with this man -I wanted to jump up and sit on his lap and be held by him. Yet this funny banter was also enticing. After our first encounter I didn't have much to go on about him - just an outline sketch about his life and career, and sexual preferences of course. I was learning more and enjoying what I saw - intelligent, truthful, mature, witty, nice, and tender - gentle. I also knew I was attracted to his big body, his beautiful cock, and his strong male sexuality. "That sounds pretty kinky..." I said coyly. Lifting my chin I said "If I like what you've picked out, maybe I'll model it for you, OK?". He leaned back, arms across the back of the seat, smiling "Yeah, I'd love that...and I think you'll like my selection. So, how about I take you back to the guest room, so you can see what I have for you?" We got up and he took me by the hand down the hallway to the guest bedroom. As we entered the room I noticed dusty rose carpeting, floral patterned bedding and drapes, fresh flowers in a vase by the window - a woman's room. He gestured to a large neatly made bed and a small tower of gift boxes centered on the foot of the bed, tied together with a large ribbon. "I think you'll find something you'd like to wearinthese boxes, something nice for that hot little body of yours". Turning to face me, he added softy "but hey,...if the sizes aren't right...or you just don't like it or...if it freaks you out, don't sweat it - there is a bathrobe you could wear, and that's be fine too - OK?". "We'll see, if there's something I like..." I teased "Oh, and I didn't know if you would have had time for breakfast, so, please help yourself" he said holding a hand toward a large fruit basket that was on the dresser. "So...make yourself comfortable while I go get you a refill - or would you like something else to drink?" I asked for another Mimosa, please, and he left. Surprising me with a gift of clothing was a sexy little twist that had my heart pounding, but the fruit basket was actually quite thoughtful of him. I had never seen such a magnificent fruit basket before either. I retrieved the gift card - his handwriting - 'Thank You for being with me today' - it warmed me. I looked over the basket - picture perfect specimens of apples, oranges, pears, bananas, plums, kiwis - even a tiny pineapple! - and a small box of gourmet chocolates. I has never given or received a gift basket before, but one look at this and I knew that easily cost $100,, maybe $200, which seemed quite extravagant to me, a college student. Howard returned and entered the room, draping my jacket on a wing back chair in the corner and then he set my refilled glass on the dresser. I smiled, waving the card. "Howard, this was very thoughtful of you, thank you" I said sweetly, letting him hear my voice gush. He put his arms around me and kissed me. I melted against him and he reached down to squeeze my ass with his powerful hands. He pressed against me, I felt his strong arms, his solid belly and the thickness of his cock between us. He whispered "You can thank me by changing out of these clothes into something more...appropriate for the occasion...". He slowly pulled away and told me that I'd find a supply of clean towels and an assortment of nice scented soaps and lotions for me in the bathroom, which adjoined the room. He bent down and whispered into my ear "OK, go take a nice long bath or shower...and get nice and clean for me baby." He gave me a pat on the behind propelling me toward the bathroom, as he turned to leave. From the doorway he said "You can join me in the living room when you're ready. But relax - take your time - we have all day. I'm going to go and take a shower, but if you need anything, just holler". "OK, thank you, about an hour or so then?" I inquired, trying to see how much time I had, my heart racing, my head light and floating. He pushed his hands into his pockets took a casual pose, leaning against the door. "Take two if you'd like, just remember you've teased me for two weeks now and...and you have some 'responsibilities' to take care of. So take your time getting ready, but when you come out I'm expecting to see a nice little wiggle in your fanny". His cock was clearly bulging through his trousers as he smiled and withdrew. I walked over to the bathroom and saw the bath products he mentioned. He had wicker baskets, neatly filled, one with a full selection of the Rose scented items, the other Lilac, from Neiman Marcus. I smelled them both and selected the rose. There were also several brand new boxes of women's cologne lined up along one side of the vanity. I looked them over - I didn't recognize the names , of course, but they looked very expensive. I didn't want to unwrap them all so I decided that when I was ready for cologne I would just take one randomly. I went to the tub and ran the bath. I used a good portion of the rose bathing bubbles and set out the shampoo, conditioner and bath gel. I took a large bar of French Milled soap, removed the delicate wrapper and slipped into the tub to soften up. While the tub filled I went back into the bedroom & decided to go through the clothing I was to wear. As I stood looking at the bed, something didn't feel right though...I felt anxious and a little vulnerable. I quietly closed the bedroom door and locked it. I desperately wanted to get out of my jeans and sneakers and relax. I stripped naked and put on a white velour bathrobe that I found hanging on a hook in the bathroom. I approached the tower of gift boxes on the bed and ran my hand over them. Silver boxes with pastel pink lids, embossed with the name of a woman's boutique in Manhattan. I pulled at one end of the wide pink ribbon and the bow unravelled. Opening the first box I found two bundles wrapped in pink tissue paper, sealed with a small sticker. Unraveling the first revealed a package of 'shimmer nude' color 'sandal toe' nylon pantyhose in size small. The next revealed a garment of shear black fishnet material. I laid it out on the bed and found an embossed card which was tucked inside the package, telling me it was a seamless halter top body stocking. The material slipped through my fingers and felt very delicate. I noticed that it covered the feet, legs and chest with an open back and large opening at the crotch - front and back. It seemed fairly dark and as I tentatively slipped a leg into it I was glad to see that the pattern seemed to hide the soft hair on my leg and gave a silky sheen. I removed my leg and set the garment on the bed for later. I was a little confused about the combination of pantyhose and the crotchless bodysuit. Was I supposed to wear both of them, or did he expect me to choose only one? How would I make such a choice? If I chose to wear the pantyhose was that the signal that I didn't want my cock to be involved? Or my ass was off limits? Perhaps the other boxes would reveal some clues, or have instructions for me to follow. Opening the next box revealed a black satin slip, with a V neck and a lacy black trim. I held it against me and it seemed to be my size, coming down to mid thigh, which seemed like it would cover the crotch opening in the body-stocking. Also included in this box was a woman's silk pantie in black. Holding it up I saw that it was small and would barely contain my small nuts and dick. I started to see in my mind how I could mix-n-match these pieces into a pleasing presentation. Then I remembered the tub and ran back to turn off the water. The bubbles were standing high in the air and starting to spill over onto the mat. I tested the water - it was too hot, so I let it cool down & went back into the bedroom. There were two more boxes left. The first contained a single tube of lipstick, nested in a fold of tissue paper. With shaking hands I picked it up and opened it - Frosted Sugarplum. I had never held a lipstick before, had never imagined putting it on and was now very worried about what was expected of me and how 'bad' I might look when I put this all together. I wanted to look good and turn Howard on. I wanted to kneel between his legs and take his thick cock into my mouth like I knew he wanted. I was now afraid that I'd look like a freak. I tried to calm down and told myself that if it looked comical I'd wash it off and go without it. The last box held a beautiful pair of women's shoes. I knew nothing about women's shoes at the time, but now I can describe them perfectly: a metallic gold slingback with a round open toe, medium heel, about 1-3/4 inches. Very sexy. They were so sexy looking I felt my small cock tingle and thicken just holding them there. There was another small envelope in the box. Howard's note to me said: "I enjoyed picking these out with you in mind - I know they'll look lovely on you. I have other sizes in the closet if these don't fit you. Please don't worry, you won't have far to walk and I'll be glad to catch you if you seem a little tipsy!" I smiled and flushed anew as butterflies danced in my belly. I walked over to the wing back chair and sat down and quickly tried one shoe on. It seemed a little small, so I hurried to the closet and found 4 more boxes of the exact shoe in different sizes.. I took the next larger size, 10, and tried it on. It seemed to fit and looked very pretty. I put the other one on and stood shakily. I walked, quite wobbily to the dresser. When I reached the dresser I grabbed it, turned around and tried it again, noticing that I wobbled less if I pushed my shoulders back a bit and walked with my arms down and hands out a little. I stood before a full length mirror, balancing, looking at myself wearing this bathrobe and high heels. I was becoming very aroused and thought I should get into the bathtub to clean up. I removed my shoes and robe, grabbed my drink and hurried to the bathroom. Before getting into the tub I sat on the toilet and forced out everything I could. I used some liquid soap on my hand and inserted a finger to start cleaning my bottom out. Having not eaten much recently I wasn't very dirty-then I washed my hands clean. By now the water had cooled enough and I slipped into the tub and laid back. The rose scent was strong and intoxicating as I laid there soaking, thinking about how the day was unfolding (wonderfully!) and considering the next steps. I soaped a facecloth and started to wash my body. I had agrowing erection and realised that I couldn't let Howard's first impression of me in woman's clothes be with a hard-on poking out - I knew I needed to relieve myself. I gently touched my nipples and imagined Howard's hands on me. I stroked myself as I worked a soapy finger into my bottom. When I was ready to cum I raised myself out of the water and milked it into my hand. I looked down at the small deposit, brought to my lips and tasted it. It had a clean, almost neutral taste, & slight soapy aftertaste, and I swallowed - knowing that this would be expected of me later. I laid back to soak and relax and dream a bit more. I used my fingers and the soap to open my bottom a bit more while in the tub, hoping to clean it better. As the water cooled I rinsed and got out, toweling off. I searched the medicine chest and found it perfectly empty - Howard must not have many visitors, I wondered. My heart raced as I thought of him shopping for all the gifts for me, preparing for this visit, this special day. The large bathroom also had a linen closet, which I opened. In with the towels I looked over a stockpile of Howard's bathroom and household cleansing products. Seeing what I wanted, I halted, took a deep breath and reached in - grabbing a new toothbrush, toothpaste, disposable razor and shaving foam from Howard's supplies. I had never given any serious thought to shaving my body hair. In fact being of such a slight build it would have normally been a mistake. However, I knew that freshly shaved legs would look wonderful in the fishnets. I also rationalized it in my mind that it would grow back, that I could take to showering at the gym for a few weeks (as the gym actually had private stalls where the dorm did not). My face was still smooth from my shave and shower before I left this morning. Standing in front of the vanity I looked myself in the eye, lifted my glass and downed the Mimosa. Without delay I took a big handful of shaving foam, I wiped my arms and the center of my chest. A few simple swipes with the new double blade razor removed the foam and left those areas clean and smooth. I examined my armpits and knew that they'd look especially sexy clean - so I went at it and was done in a few moments. Legs, thighs and toes were mostly peach fuzz, but they also were shaved without a second thought. I now had to deal with the hair around my testicles and lower abdomen. I wasn't ready to take this off fully and I was a little concerned about this skin being sensitive or cutting myself. I decided to put on my panties and just to 'touch up' with the razor to clear the area around the pantie. Naked, I walked into the bedroom and put on the panties and my new shoes. Carefully I walked back to the bathroom and trimmed, around the panties as best as I could. I looked down, admiring my legs and the way my feet looked in the open toe shoes. I kicked off the shoes, dropped the panties and jumped in the shower to rinse off. Shampoo and conditioner to make my hair smell good. After drying off I took the bottle of rose scented oil and began liberally smoothing it over everywhere I had shaved. I was almost ready to start getting dressed. I was desperately horny and wanted to jump into Howard's arms. I was also a little nervous about how I'd look and how he'd react to me. I decided to lay down on the bed for a few moments to relax and to clear my head for a while. After a few minutes I remembered that I should be preparing myself for the possibility of receiving Howard's cock in my ass. I looked over to the chair and remembered my jacket with the lube and condoms. I padded over to the chair, my bare feet on tippy toes, feeling sexy as I watched myself in the full length mirror. I took both items with me to the bed, laid out a bath towel and laid down on my back, bringing my knees back. I applied a small amount of lube to my rosebud and started working my fingers in as I had been doing all week. In no time I had three fingers in and it felt great. However, I didn't have the benefit of my cucumber and was afraid that I need to open up further in preparation. I knew that if I invited Howard to fuck me, I needed to be ready and couldn't tease him. I got up and took a firm banana from the fruit basket and smiled - how thoughtful of him! I examined the banana - the one end seemed a little rough so I rubbed it back and forth along the carpet briefly to smooth it out. It seemed nicely size so I opened a condom and slipped it on the fruit. Back on the bed I lubed it up and assumed my cucumber position - face down, knees apart, ass in the air - and started slipping it in. After a few minutes it was moving in and out nicely, so I stopped with it deep inside, and shifted to a lying position on my side and rested, imagining Howard laying with his cock buried in me. After a few minutes like that I rolled onto my back and slowly brought my knees up. I pushed to expel the banana and I felt pleasure as it slipped out slowly. I reached down to feel the soft puffiness of my bottom and felt ready. I got up and examined the banana.. It had some slight odor, but not much noticeable dirt and I hoped that would be clean enough not to upset or insult Howard. I put the banana back in the basket & flushed the condom and wrapper. I squatted and wiped my bottom carefully with tissues, inspecting for cleanliness & I applied a fresh daub of lube to my finger and rubbed it around my hole & and washed my hands thoroughly -applying a rose lotion afterwards. My hair. Looking up into the bathroom mirror I panicked. My hair did not look feminine at all. Howard didn't provide a wig (my mind reeled - did I really want to wear a wig? how would it stay on my head? Aren't they expensive? What color and style would I like...?) and I didn't look right. My short, side part hair style (the old time barber calls it the 'Ivy League') was naturally falling into place after the shower. I ran wet fingers through my hair, but it was too short to do anything with. I didn't have hair gel, so I tried a little of the rose lotion which helped break up the side part a little. OK, enough, I've done all I can I do - I got to believe Howard will be cool about this. The Lipstick. I brought the tube in and tentatively tried my first application. It didn't look too good and my heart dropped. I wiped if off with a facecloth a tried again. My thin lips just weren't made for lipstick I thought as I tried and tried again. After five attempts it actually looked nice and I smiled. Damn! forgot to brush. Brushing my teeth ruined it so I needed to put it on again. It looked good, sexy even. I like the color too. Into the bedroom - momentum was building now it had been well over an hour since we parted and I wanted to get dressed. I slipped into the crotchless body stocking and admired the way it clung to my thighs. I sat down in the armchair and slipped into my heels. With a wobbly start I stood and walked to the mirror. I was floored, I looked beautiful. I turned slightly and was pleased to see the way the material clung to me. The opening in the back was teardrop shaped and helped give me ass and hips a perfect pear shape. Turning back to the bed, I decided to skip the pantyhose and just slip on the panties, which could come off later to make access for my bottom if the moment was right. I threw the slip on over my head and delighted as is slipped down over my body, landing just a few inches above the knee, covering my panties and the opening at the front and back. With a little more of a swing in my step I walked over to the mirror again. My eyes caste over my thin legs, the delicate shoes, the satin sheen of the slip, the lipstick. I felt warm and sexy. I looked fuck-able and knew in a moment that Howard would want me. I scanned the room, what was I forgetting? Condoms and lube? No better to leave them here, he may not want to go there just yet and it would spoil the surprise if I walked out carrying them. I think I knew right then that I was definitely going to ask Howard to take my ass that day. I wanted to offer it to him as a loving gift. I wanted him to enjoy me, and for me to enjoy him. I also realized that if he was as horny as he said, he probably needed a blowjob or handjob first and very quickly too. I grinned to myself. I had been a tease and I owed this man some relief. He put a lot of thought into setting up a wonderful experience for me and I needed to treat that cock of his to some pleasure. What else? Oh - the cologne. Into the bathroom, Eenie Meenie Miney Moe, I plucked one and opened it and lightly sprayed my neck & wrists, savoring the scent. Feeling a little sultry, I saturated the corner of a facecloth with the cologne and reached into my bodysuit to rub some onto my midriff and along exposed skin at my lower back. Slowly walking back into the bedroom I looked around one last time. There on the bed - the wide ribbon from the box - it was worth a try... I picked it up and wrapped it around my head, starting at the back and ending with a big bow at the top. It wasn't as cute as I hoped it would be, but it was better then my boy hair. I walked to the door and put my hand on the handle, unlocked it and paused. I looked very sexy, I was clean and smelled great, shifting my weight from heel to heel I could feel the slickness of my clean and lubed behind. My heart was racing. I wanted to throw my arms around Howard and give myself to him. My head was spinning but I was ready for this. End Part 3