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Back To Me

by CKing
© December 1999

As she passed through the gate at the entrance of the airport concourse, I couldn’t help myself but to run to her and pull her closely into me. We had joked about me meeting her back with nothing on but a trench coat she worried that I would get arrested. But I saw that smiling flash in her eyes the minute she spotted me. In my trench coat.

My mind spun trying to decide if I wanted to kiss her more or just look at her. Her own lips kissed about me in a frenzy. I kissed all over her cheeks and mouth and then dove my tongue deeply into her wanting mouth. I just needed to hold her as my hands felt her shoulders under my grasp with her own arms wrapped tightly around me there at the gate’s threshold. Not giving her time to start thinking I pulled suddenly at her hand and dragged her forward behind me towards the Ladies’ Room marked clearly close by. I heard a questioning “hey what” as I pulled her along but she held to my grip of her fingers as I entered the Rest Room and headed for the larger handicapped equipped stall. Closing the door of the enclosure, I hung two of her bags on the hook as she dropped the rest of her carry-on luggage to the floor. We grabbed each other in a locking embrace. Kissing into her and feeling her hands about me sent me reeling over the thoughts of the last several weeks apart and just wanting her so.

As we kissed I groped for her belt and the buttons on her jeans. I opened them and pushed them down below her hips. She went straight for the opening of my coat then peeled away all that covered my body then just paused and reveled in my nakedness before her. I shifted myself in my cutest little wiggle for her. Then we just grabbed at each other and kissed deeply and wantonly. It had been too long. I needed her in me again after the torture of the distance between us. I wanted her touch and I wanted to feel her. Badly. As we kissed more she moved her hand down my naked body. I licked at her while I pushed her jeans and panties further down. Turning my wrist into her I felt her freshly shaven box and it set me off further. Slowly I rubbed up and down her as I crept my hand further towards her moving cunt. Down to her, slow motions in circles around her belly button and then down further as I tried to hold myself back. She was so wet the moisture played on my fingertips as I pressed through and just held my grasp tight over her throbbing mound. I was in heaven feeling her. The play of her hands about me making me even more numb. Rubbing across the cool skin of my butt cheeks then her hand on the small of my back.

In my pause holding still my hand on her oozing cunt I reached with the other and took her hand. Looking up into her beautiful blue eyes my own pleaded for the next instance. Driving her hand directly down to me I pushed two of her fingers up into my burning cavern and moaned as I plunged two fingers into her. Both of us reeling and stroking in a matched rhythm I bit my tongue to stifle my moans.

I felt her knees giving way as she fell back a bit against the cold wall of the bathroom. My own body was shaking and I couldn’t’ stop feeling her climax growing over everything as I felt every muscle and rush from inside her. Suddenly she pulled tightly and more deeply up into me and held herself there with her fingers pressed into the depths of my insides. She mumbled “oh baby” and I felt her explosions on my fingertips as her body quivered and came. I felt her push hard into me with the bursts of her insides and it took my breath away. I came in deep rushes, peak after peak, feeling hers and then mine and then several together.

Her hand fell limply out from me. I struggled up against her and held myself up with my hands grasped weakly on her shoulders. We both tried to catch our breath and as I kissed softly into her cheek I started to say “oh baby..” when she squeezed me tightly and just whispered “shhhh, now.” The sounds of the real world started to seep in as I closed my eyes and held my cheek against hers. A commode flushed from several stalls down and then there was total quiet. The pounding of my heart was ringing in my ears and I tried to breath slowly as we listened to the sounds of someone washing their hands. At first I looked up in a sense of paranoia then smiled and squeezed her tightly as I withheld my giggle. Smiling at me, she sweetly whispered “I still love you more” just as the water sounds went silent. As paper towels were pulled and crunched loudly in the echoing chamber a voice said simply “Who loves who more? I sure loved it..” Then a laugh and the sounds of the door closing leaving us again together in the silence.

After just seconds we burst into giggles and kissed and blushed all at once. “Oh baby, I’m taking you home,” I said trying to help gather ourselves back together. With her pants back up and fastened and her shirt somewhat straightened she paused and just looked at me. Kissing her lips and looking her right in the eyes I’m sure I glowed as I pulled at her hand. “Quickly now dear, I must get you home” I said sincerely. “I love you more” rang into my ears as we headed back out into the emptying terminal both smiling and squeezing each others hand.

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Regular Meetings

by CKing
© May 2000

Hello! My name is Cynthia. My friends call me Cyn. I usually meet with a, well, regular group of friends every Friday night. We’re all buddies mostly, but we mostly have in common that we are still single, lesbian, and tired of being at home. We’re a range of folks. Not all weird or totally ugly, just regular girls that haven’t lasted with Ms. Right or haven’t found her fricken yet. Well, anyway, we always just get together and try to go to different clubs or parties to meet people and always end up just hanging out. Talking about who did what or what did who through the week. I usually just go along to play pool or dance. I never really have much to say because nothing really happens to me anyway. Except for what I get to tell them this week! Something that actually happened to me yesterday. Or that. Well. I really did. It’s always just the regular meetings but they are going to be so blown away when I tell them what I did!

See, I was leaving the Arboretum, an outlet store, exchanging a shirt when this really cool girl comes up to me in the parking lot. She really was cute and had a cool rainbow earring in one of her ears and just said, “I’m looking for someone to take a chance and not be too busy to drive me to a party.” I had looked around, both sides of me and looked right at her. “You talking to me,” I asked. “I could be,” she smiled and said, “I’m Katelin and I’ve had a really bad day and a chance to make it better, but no ride.”

“Oh,” I just stammered, staring at her. Right then, my whole day flashed before me. The calls from my tight-assed, ain’t getting anything boss wondering where everything was yesterday to the coffee machine not really producing coffee. My regular meetings flashed before me, my regular clients flashed before me and my regular buddies flashed before me. “I had a bad day too,” I finally said a bit louder. For a minute she just looked at me and cocked her head to one side with sort of a silly grin I thought. “Does that mean you wanna give me a ride?” Katelin followed. “Well,” I hesitated, “you don’t look like a masked gunman and I sure wouldn’t want you to get taxied by one,....so I guess so. Where to?” Katelin moved towards the car. “It’s somewhere around Randolph Road if that’s OK?” she said as she swung into the passenger side. Almost before I could move some of my stuff. Sitting there in the car as we buckled our seat belts I was really nervous but trying to be cool. “I’m Cyn. Pleased to meet you,” I said extending my hand a bit sarcastically.

“Hey, I really do appreciate it. And you even might have some fun if you’re game,” she said right off the bat. I started the car and was just trying to go with the situation as we headed out of the parking lot. “So you need a ride to a party, huh?” I said trying to start conversation. “Yeah, Cyn, it’s just for single girls and, well, my car broke down and this is the 4th party I’d be going to and I didn’t want to miss it,” she said kinda looking me up and down. “Just head on down two more lights then go right,” Katelin said almost breaking my stupor. “OK.....so what are these parties?” I asked with a voice I tried to have control of. Katelin smiled and then just turned to me almost pleading. “You know how you just go out and go out with the same people and the same crowds and you don’t get anywhere. But you keep doing it because you are bored and can’t meet anyone,” she flashed. “And you just get tired of it. You want to really just be with people and you can’t because it’s the same old people. Well, these parties are different!” she said almost shouting. My head was reeling and I was trying to remember where she said to turn and still look like I was paying attention and my head was just spinning. She was speaking my whole life in less than a paragraph and I didn’t even know her.

For a while she just looked at me to respond. “You need to turn right here,” she said quietly motioning towards the approaching stop light breaking the silence. “I’m sorry,” she finally said, “I didn’t mean to question you. I’ve just been so tired of my own rut these parties have meant allot and with my car, it just seemed so hopeless until you came along.” She sounded so sincere. I’d bet she was about 25 and as I said cute as a button in jeans and a mid-drift sort of top. I still was feeling like an isolated ass hole and here this girl was doing something about it and I happened to get in on it.

I made my right turn. “So what is this party? It sounds really fun I guess,” I said to Katelin with as little as possible paranoia showing. “Shoot, Cyn. I don’t even know if I wanna say. I’m not usually what my Mom would call a bad girl, but this is kinda wild. Its a mixture of mostly women that just want to meet and touch on a first name basis only,” she said quite technically. Katelin looked at me trying to gear my reaction. “Oh, so like, group sex only anonymously,” I said back bluntly. “Yes,..but ...with more sensuality and feeling then I think you are picturing,” Katelin offered. “Wild,” was all I could say back. In the meantime my heart was throbbing as I pictured naked girls like Katelin just walking around wanting to be touched and I squirmed a little in my seat.

Once again, Katelin broke the fog by giving directions. “You have to turn left at the next light. We’re almost there,” she cut in, motioning her had to the left.

“And you want me to come with you or just drop you off. Is that what you’re saying,” I questioned Katelin looking her again up and down. “Now, Cyn, if you just wanted to drop me off that would be just fine, but I would say,” she said with now suddenly a sly smile breaking across her face, “if you decided to come with me I’d bet we’d have fun. Even you and me. I bet it’d be nice. Do you ever think about just doing something different for a change that feels good?” she said leaving me gripping the steering wheel and trying to think at the same time. I almost couldn’t look at her. Cute, horny thing wanting to just party there beside me. I started thinking about well just screw the party and invite her on home but that didn’t feel right. I’m thinking I’m such a duh-huh, don’t ever do anything, just my same old days. My same old friends. My same old routine job. The same of everything and here was this girl saying just change it. Have fun right now.

“What if I told you I’m scared to death but, Oh, my gosh it sounds so cool,” I said trying to sound enthusiastic. “You mean just touching or kissing but not anything forced, right?” I added. “Really, Cyn, it will be nice. Oh, mmmm, I’ll be sure it’s nice for you,” she said lightly stroking my arm, “but sure, it’s only what you want to go for not anything else.” “Make this next right now and it’s the third house on the left. We’re here,” Katelin said with delight.

I moved the car mechanically and found a place to park. “Are you sure you want to go in? I really appreciate the ride but I’d understand if you really just want to not do anything fun tonight”, Katelin asked with almost a prod in her voice. Reaching over, she put her left hand behind my neck and pulled my face into hers and kissed me softly on the lips. Sweetly, she said in a whisper, “see, I think we both could have fun no matter what tonight.” I stared into her sparkling eyes. “You’ve left me no choice dear Katelin,” I said back with a smile, “Let’s just see.” I got out of the car and locked up the doors then walked with her towards the very large lit up house. Holding at my elbow, someone opened the door and greeted Katelin by name. A dyke in a tuxedo with a glance towards me, kissed her hand and said, “So glad you could be here tonight, Kat. A treat for some or all tonight?” “We’ll just have to see Jan. This is my friend Cynthia. She will be Cyn for the night,” Katelin answered with a laugh. I smiled at the dyke as she ushered us in saying, “Good. Good. I like sin for the nights”.

The rooms were dimly lit and sprawled out from the huge three story entry hall. Naked and half naked people walked everywhere. Katelin was moving towards a bar near the opposite end leading into the grand living room. Mostly I noticed the women. Everywhere, women with women. Not a whole lot of noise but a band playing lightly in the background from perhaps the terrace but women just holding each other or leaning into each other and laughing and touching and talking. There were a few half naked guys walking around but not many of them. Katelin still had a hold of my elbow and I suddenly felt like the most dressed person in the room standing at the bar. “What will you have,” she asked me sweetly. “A rum and coke would be good. A double.” I said with as much a smile as I could muster. Before I knew it a full cold glass was put in my hand. I took a long gulp and felt the liquor tingle me some. I tried to relax. Two ladies had come up and were catching up with Katelin. One was taking her shirt and her jeans. The other was draping her in long sheer scarves as they chatted. I just watched.

I felt a hand on my elbow. “Hi, I’m Crystal. I’ll take the last four digits of your phone number and check your stuff,” she said to me as another girl took my drink from my hand and this Crystal lifted my shirt above my head. Without a word they draped a scarf around my shoulders. While she looked me in the eye seductively, this tall, about 30 year old beauty unzipped my pants and slipped them down. I kicked off my shoes in compliance as I stared back at her and helped myself out of my pants. I looked up at Katelin, who was watching this, and she only winced her eyes at me in assurance and kept talking to her friends. The other half naked woman handed back my drink and with her freed hands took a sheer from her neck and circled my waist with it. She looped it once and drew it in tight, letting the ends fall down my thighs. I wasn’t a heavy woman but I wasn’t as thin as these beauties and I was glad for some cover standing in my panties in my dazed state even.

The girls walked away and I took another sip of my drink as I absorbed more of the surroundings. Lots of women. Kissing everywhere. In groups and couples. Just everyone touching and kissing everyone. Before I had a chance to even react to what I was seeing, Katelin had come and pulled at my elbow to follow her. As she brushed into me she kissed me again briefly on my lips. Hers were warm and wet. Smelling of scotch. I followed her. We wandered just around the corner into the living room and then on down another hall. We poured into what seemed like a library or study but was filled with wall to wall sofas and chairs. Just inside the door Katelin turned, kissed me on the lips then turned forward again still pulling me by my hand. As we were just a few feet from a couch a naked woman passed and stopped to kiss Katelin and rub at her breasts and then leaned into me kissing my mouth and touching my nipples before she twirled away almost dancing.

We sat down on the sofa and both took long sips of our drinks. Katelin took the glass from my hand and set it on the floor. “You’re having fun aren’t you, Cyn?” Katelin asked quietly. “So far better then re-runs,” I said back stupidly. She only smiled at me and then pulled me into her kiss. Before I knew it the girl had thrown her leg over me and was grinding on top of me. Massaging one breast with her hand. Kissing me and trying to work the other hand into my panties all at the same time. Now it did feel good. But I didn’t know this girl. But it did feel good. I just let her keep going. I kissed her back and I had my hands up on her sides, but as floored as I was, really, that was about all I could do.

Within just a few minutes my whole body was throbbing. Suddenly I felt another set of hands around my waist. It was a small framed blonde haired woman, naked, that had squatted down between my legs and was starting to kiss at my thighs and massage down my legs. Katelin was on top of me kissing me and I was feeling my body start to grind up in towards her and also grind back at the blonde woman and I was just a dripping. Katelin was beginning to really grin at me as she saw my ecstasy build. The blonde now had a finger into me and was pumping me and kissing my box beneath Katelin’s bouncing body atop me. Katelin was sucking and pulling at my hard nipples and coming with my own moans. After a few minutes of thrashing and orgasms racking my body I let my juices pour as Katelin quietly collected herself and kissed softly at my neck and the blonde gently caressed my inner thighs. I now knew Heaven.

On adrenaline overdrive I gently pushed Katelin off me and on to her back on the sofa as I let my left arm still drape around and holding her as I knelt down to gently pull the blonde down onto her back at my feet with my right hand. I kissed into Katelin and then kissed down into the mouth of the blonde. With duplicate action, as I kissed back and forth between the two, I traced my hands down their stomachs and circled my palms directly down onto their fiery cunts. Closing my eyes with the sheer pleasure, I penetrated them both with the index finger of each hand. I felt their legs pull up. I felt both of them pour their cum around my flesh. I pumped them and groaned at their moans, reveled in their bodies contractions and felt them let me in to please them. Orgasm after orgasm from each one of them as I pushed and pulled and stroked and played. As they both tremored in after effect, I was washed over in my own orgasms as my hands went limp inside the two woman’s most precious spots. Gently, Katelin pulled me up next to her on the couch and wrapped herself around me from behind. The blonde rolled up on her knees beside us and looked at me sweetly then kissed me nicely on my mouth. Lingering a bit and touching her tongue to mine. I squeezed her hand and she got up and walked away. I watched the blonde until she turned the corner as I felt Katelin move behind me.

“You’re still having fun, aren’t you Cyn,” she said hugging me from behind. I sat up and turned to her. “The most fun ever, Katelin,” I said with a smile. “But I really have to go now. I have to work,” I said further to her, more seriously still holding her in my arms. Just then two ladies drifted by, probably in their forties, and kissed each of us and one kissed down my breasts while Katelin just watched with a grin. “Really. I have to go. Maybe another time..” I started back to her.

“It’s really been different hasn’t it. To just be able to feel good once in a while in between?” she questioned me quietly. I beamed down at her and just kissed her again. “It was really good. I’m glad it happened that you found me,” I said sincerely. Katelin laughed and pulled me down by the neck and kissed me long and deep. “I’ll walk you to the door,” she started to say as a very short haired woman slunk over the back of the sofa and kissed down Katelin’s neck. “No, I can find it. You just have fun.” I said getting up with a dry smile. “You take care and maybe I’ll see ya,” I said waving behind me towards her as the lady folded down and onto her, penetrating her vagina immediately with her hand as my last view of her.

I wandered towards the door and sure enough there was a clothes room with my clothes and naked women to help me dress. I guess I looked dazed enough that nobody thought anything was wrong other than I was through and they gave me my clothes without question. There was a lot of smiling and even more kissing as I was dressed and led to the door. Once out into the air I was trying to be sure my legs stayed functioning and getting into my car without falling. I put my seat belt on and turned out on the street on automatic. I was suddenly aware that it was pretty late and could I be being followed. I lit a cigarette and really watched my speed. All the women were flashing in my head. Katelin. The orgasms. The Blonde. Oh geez, that was wild. A cop turned on his lights behind me, his siren, then sped around me turning left at the light just ahead of me. I was breathing too fast to smoke. I threw my cigarette out the window.

Turning on the radio, I tried to get into the song but kept feeling the pleasant throb in my crotch. I smiled the whole way home. The person who never, ever has anything fun happen to them, just had the wildest night of my life. And it did. It really happened. Just to me and it even was so incredible.

See, and they don’t even really know it yet. My friends. My regular buddies. I haven’t told anyone. But that’s what happened and I’m gonna blow them away with it! And Katelin even said to get them to come out and meet folks. Yeah, right. The regular meeting won’t be so regular this week. I’m sure of it. I knew I'd never see her again and that is a relief too almost. But I was so glad to have experienced it. So wild. So wonderful. Have I gotta story for them! Wait till they hear what I really did! Mmmm. Wait till they hear.

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Running Water

by Mary Alford
© May 2000

        When I called, I knew the answer would be no. I called anyway; would you like to meet me for dinner, I have to stay at school until 8:00, then I'll be at Kotobuki at about 8:30, if you can't make it then leave me a message. I'll check my messages. I tempted fate then, without even planning to. I knew she would say no, so my lab did not work out and I canceled it, just to be at home to hear her voice tell me no on the answering machine.

        I got home a few minutes after 6:00, for once exulted because there was no flashing light on the machine. I could see her schedule, home at 5:30, take the dog for a walk, a swig of icy water from the jug in the fridge, check the messages to see who she would say no to tonight. Even when we were seeing each other she always told me no; once she realized that she had me by the balls everything had to be her idea.

        “I was feeling like sushi. Would you like to meet me there?”

        I never said no. How could I? There was always a hint of impermanence to her invitations.

        I feel how she stares at me, calculating, and turns away as I turn toward her. She asks me loaded questions, pretends the answers don't matter. She taught me how to look at a woman, how to huddle against a shoulder in the dark, how to cry without worrying about tears and snot on a shoulder, how to feel safe in the feathered nest of her bed. She would always be there, she told me.

        She is there. She is not here.

        “No. The time before last when we met, it was weird. You said you did not want to see me and then you changed your mind.”

        It was not the time before last; it was at least three or four dinners ago, weeks ago, back when she could render me speechless for a day with just a mumbled no. I would lay huddled in my bed, words tangled in my throat, for a night and a day and a night. I had work, I had responsibilities, I had a life that she could lock away from me with barely a glance. It was the end of the semester, and I gathered my strength and I said no back. It lasted two whole weeks.

        Then, I leaned across the counter at the bowling alley, met her eyes, and watched her flash golden when I asked if she would have dinner with me. Even then, a yes did not even tease her lips.

        “Maybe. I'll think about it.”

        I bowled my best and my worst that night. She wandered over, bag in hand at the end of my last game.

        “Let's go.”

        We ate sushi sitting on cushions across from each other, and I did not once drip soy sauce on my shirt. And the next week, by the lake, when she scooted her chair close to mine and then slowly backed away as I told her about the woman I was dating. Should I have lied? I could never lie to her; she pulled the truth from me like strings from her teeth. Suddenly she was annoyed at the waiter, the spiciness of the lo mien, the temperature of her beer, having to wait for her tempura and California rolls.

        I forget that people do not want truth; they do not want to know about me, only about the me that is a part of them. I flatter myself that I can tell my stories and people will listen to me. They only listen to the story of themselves. I am convinced that is the secret of a great writer, to tell everyone else's story.

        Then, weeks ago, we arranged to meet at the movie, and I was late, and I stood impatiently in line buying my ticket when she jumped, in the flood of a streetlight, from her car and stopped me, mid transaction.

        “I am kidnapping you.”

        I looked in confusion to the eyes of the ticket saleswoman and she smiled and said go. So I went with her on a trip of darts, and pool, and bourbon, and dancing. I told the bartender that I liked to see her dressed in something besides a t-shirt and she must have heard me, because she leaned forward on her pool cue and slipped that button from it's socket with a catlike smirk to herself. Did she want me to see? Then later on the dance floor, I had to find another pair of eyes, hers were electromagnets that at best would let me sink into her and then fall cold and rejected to the floor when she pulled the plug. I feared the worst, that she would flip the switch, reversing her polarity and send me skittering across the room, back against the wall. When I danced, just briefly, with the dark spiky-haired woman, I felt her eyes on me and I knew she thought that the invitation had been meant for her. I had to take it myself, otherwise I would flounder on the dance floor.

        Later, in the 2 AM late night fast food drive through, we watched prostitutes disappear in the shrubbery and drug dealers drive slow along the alleys. Leaving the line, food distributed, she caught me with my mouth full when she asked if I liked women with shaved heads. She could only have been thinking of the woman in the bar. I had let my hand slide over the back of the woman’s head as we danced, a velvet cliché against my palm, relishing the difference, like soup after a salad. I wrote the poem then and there as I watched her toss her hair in my face.

                    You asked
                    If I liked dykes
                    With shaved heads,
                    Beds of nails turned velvet
                    Under my palm.

                    Depends on the dyke.

                    She asked,
                    Twisted tendrils shaking
                    In my face,
                    Fist knotted
                    In my gut.

                    That rose bed drew blood.

        She dropped me off at my bike downtown and drove off before I had it unlocked. The streets were empty as I pedaled home that night.

        I asked for a table for one, maybe two. They sat me in the middle, leaving the other unopened menu and the melting glass of ice water while I read my book, and let eating of the sushi become my solitary ritual, a pea-sized lump of wasabi on my chopstick, maneuver the roll to the soy sauce, then to my mouth. Then the sting of the ginger on my tongue, and the warmth of the sake on my fingers, then my lips.

        The waiter remembered, he knew the other chair was meant for her, and he hovered, asking me about my choices, he remembered that we did not usually order the spicy yum-yum roll with smoked oysters and eel sauce. My sake cup was refilled with a glance, and I kept myself sequestered in my book, smiling patiently at his interruptions. Half way through my meal I looked up to realize that the other menu and silverware had been spirited away. The second glass of ice water had sweated a puddle, I watched the rivulet of water creep to the edge of the table and drip down my leg.

        There is elegance to eating alone, to making your own selfish choices and letting the dinner progress at your own slow pace. I rationed out my rolls, first a spicy tempura roll, then a yum-yum roll with extra wasabi. My dinner lasted almost two hours, my private meditation. I made sure there was just enough ginger, one small slice to lie on my tongue between each of the rolls. I kept each taste separate, I closed my eyes and could taste each grain of vinegar seasoned rice, the ancient taste of the smoked oysters, the gritty batter of the tempura, the drop of soy sauce sliding down the side of my tongue. For once, I kept my back to the door. They were vacuuming under my feet as I signed the charge receipt.

        Why did I give in to submissiveness, why did I bow to her control? I am strong, independent; I make my own choices, I can be happy alone. But I see her hair on friends and strangers, and always I miss her profile.

        I started home, alone against those that fought me for the sidewalk, and stabbed by the arrows of light from the street lamps. I stifled the urge to beat the cars across the road, and kept my bike in check at the crosswalks. I could stop under any tree and fade into the blackness and watch them pass. Why had I not just curled up in bed with my book and gathered my blanket of aloneness around me?

        I have become emotionally anorexic; I choke up undigested feelings behind shrubs and in the dark of closed stalls. I stumble like a drunk, turning my head with relief when I find that no one is watching. As I brush my teeth, mesmerized by the clockwise spin of the water going down the drain, I see myself as the water, and her as the drain, then I spit, waiting for the water to run clear.

        I've run through her and out, and I keep running.