Adultery, Part1
INTRODUCTION: A new little idea that I got the other day... Quite different from anything I've done before, so I just hope I can pull this off... Review and let me know... Oh, and don't kill me for the storyline, lol, it's just fiction after all... :)! Anyway, what you need to know is that it's a few years in the future and C&M have a son...
DISCLAIMER: These characters aren't mine, except for Lukas...
Monica sighed and closed the door to the house she lived in. She hung off her coat and scarf and placed her hat and gloves on the hat rack. She was cheating on her husband. She had just come from her lover's apartment. Oddly enough she didn't really feel guilty. She pushed her guilt aside. It was the only way she knew of to keep herself from breaking down.
She walked into the kitchen. There he was. Her husband. Chandler. She loved him, she loved him very much. She couldn't even understand it herself, why she had taken a lover.
Chandler looked up at her and smiled, telling her hi. She said it back. He came over and put his arms around her, giving her a few kisses. She smiled lovingly at him, it felt good to be kissed and held by him. Which also made her feel like a hypocrite. She was cheating on a man that she loved and enjoyed being with.
Chandler went back to frying the fish, and Monica went over to the kitchen table, running her hand through Lukas's hair. Lukas was their son, five years old. For some reason they hadn't tried for another baby after Lukas was born, even though Monica wanted another child.
Monica looked at Chandler cooking dinner, while Lukas went back to drawing pictures with his crayons. When she looked at Chandler she knew that it was definitely not HIS fault that she was sleeping with another man. She knew a lot of women, and men too for that matter, put the blame on their spouse, but Monica knew that Chandler wasn't to blame. He gave her everything she'd wanted, love, children, understanding and great sex. He was just as much her soulmate as he had been the day he asked her to marry him. She didn't really think she was any different now from how she had been back then, so she really had no explanation for why she saw another man in secret.
When she looked at Chandler now, her heart filled with love. He was the best man anyone could ever ask for, and he loved her unconditionally. And still there was another man. But Chandler could never find out about it. Never ever. Not ever. Not just because she was afraid of what affects it would have on her, loosing him as a partner. But mainly because of how she knew it would hurt him. He had been commitment fearing, and she didn't want him to know about the fact that his fears were justified. He thought she was all his, and finding out that she was not would tear him apart. She would never let that happen.
The phone rang, and she answered it. It was him.
"You forgot your filofax" he said.
"I did?"
"Yeah."
"Well good thing you called me then. I would have freaked out if I'd noticed it was gone."
"Do you want to pick it up tomorrow?"
"No, I'll come by tonight. Otherwise I'll just freak myself out knowing I can't write in it… We're about to have dinner now, but I'll stop by afterwards. Say in an hour?"
"I'll be expecting you."
She hung up. Chandler looked up and gave her one of his cute smiles.
"Forgot something at work, did you?" he said.
"My filofax" Monica answered. She felt thankful that she managed to answer him without lying. She only gave him half an answer to the question, but he interpreted it as that she had forgotten it at work. "So I'm gonna go get it after we've eaten."
"You want me to drive you?" Chandler asked
"Thanks, but maybe you ought to stay at home with Luke…"
Chandler shrugged his shoulders and kissed her on the cheek. She helped him set the table, and then they sat down for dinner.
*
Monica felt the usual knot in her stomach when she knocked on his door. She didn't know if it was nervousness over being caught or nervousness over seeing him.
Joey opened the door, smiling at her and with her filofax in his hand. She felt the nervousness go away and she smiled at him too. She walked inside and closed the door behind her. The next thing she knew she was in his arms, passionately kissing him.
She hadn't planned on anything else than picking up the filofax. But before she knew it Joey was working on her buttons and she herself was working on his zipper. They kissed passionately and then Joey's mouth left hers to find her breasts instead.
She moaned slightly when he took her nipple in his mouth, then she pushed him away. He looked up at her.
"I need to get my diaphragm…" she said. "And you go get a condom."
He nodded. She was always very careful when they slept together. She couldn't take the risk of finding out she was pregnant and not knowing who the father was. They each went off to get their protection, and then they met again on the couch, kissing hungrily.
"Oh Joey yes…" she mumbled when his hand got inside her panties. They quickly got naked and had sex again. For the third time that day. Monica completely forgot about the fact that Chandler probably expected her to be home quickly, since as far as he knew she was only stopping by at work to pick up her filofax. Joey's touch and his kisses made her forget all about anything else than the sex she was having with him.
*
She got home an hour later, for the second time that day coming directly from Joey's apartment. Chandler was in the TV room watching the news, and she sat down next to him.
"What on earth took you so long?" he asked.
"It's a long story" Monica said in a tired tone, signalling that she wasn't really in any mood to talk about it.
"Well you came back just in time for the weather" Chandler said, putting an arm around her.
She leaned her head on his shoulder and felt strange. She had just had sex with his best friend, and now she was spending a normal evening at home with him. She felt almost torn, but then she pushed those kind of thoughts aside. She had to, otherwise she would go insane.
She and Chandler watched "Throw Momma Of The Train" after the news, but Monica wasn't really paying attention. She had seen the movie before and thought that it was silly. Danny DeVito's character was a lunatic and Billy Chrystal's was weird. Chandler seemed amused by it though, and kept the small talk between them going.
After the movie they decided to go upstairs and get to bed. It was around ten in the evening, and they both had to go to work the next day.
Monica followed Chandler up the stairs, and then went to check on Lukas. He was fast asleep, with his Goofy light on. He was afraid of the dark.
When Monica entered the bedroom Chandler was already undressed and in his usual t-shirt and boxers. When he wore anything to bed, it was often boxers and a t-shirt. Monica could feel his eyes on her as she got out of her clothes and pulled one of his old t-shirts over her head. He smiled at her when she walked up to the bed and lay down next to him.
"You look awfully smiley" she said to him, giggling slightly. "Did you swallow a canary?"
"Nope. A peacock."
Monica laughed and turned off her light. He did the same. After a few seconds he moved closer to her and gently kissed her on the cheek. Monica stroke his cheek, absentmindedly. Chandler kissed her again, then he kissed her on the lips. Monica kissed him back and then lay her head back down and closed her eyes.
"Hey Mon…" Chandler said.
"Yeah?"
"Wanna make love?"
Monica came close to sighing but managed to keep it inside. Normally she would never say no to sleeping with him. But after an afternoon of sex with Joey she wasn't in the mood for anything else sexual.
"I don't know…" she said. "I'm kinda' tired and I feel a headache coming…"
She heard Chandler make a disappointed noise, and she opened her eyes to see him give her the puppy look. He leaned in and kissed her again, slowly at first and then with more passion. She knew he was trying to turn her on. She didn't mind being kissed, he was a very good kisser and she could spend hours and hours just kissing him, feeling his tongue in her mouth and her tongue in his. It was something special about kissing Chandler.
Chandler lightly stroke the side of her ribcage while he kissed her, and leaned more of his weight over on her. She lightly stroke his back and enjoyed the kisses. She didn't want him to stop, especially not to have sex. She was still in no mood for sex. She had already had sex four times this day and it had all been for pleasure, not for closeness and expression of love. That kind of sex was always more mentally exhausting for Monica. She knew that Chandler hadn't had any sex yet that day, so she could understand that he was horny. But she wasn't.
"Oh Chandler I love your kisses…" she whispered in his ear when they broke the kiss. She nibbled on his earlobe and then kissed him again.
"Then let me kiss you all over…" he whispered. "Let me give you more pleasure than just this…"
Monica finally caved and pulled her t-shirt off. Chandler rewarded her with a loving smile and he pulled her closer as soon as her t-shirt hit the floor. He kissed her again, softly and tenderly, just like he knew she loved to be kissed. He then kissed her in the corner of her moth and then started to place kisses further and further down. He reached her breasts and spent about ten minutes there, touching one and kissing the other.
Monica had to admit that even if she wasn't very turned on it did feel good. His tongue was licking one of her breasts and his hand was caressing the other. She started to get more turned on, and he started to place kisses further and further down again, while letting his hand slide into her panties. She gasped and then noticed that he had stopped kissing her. And his hands were still.
"Monica?" he said. "Where did you get this from?"
She raised herself up on her elbows to be able to see. He was looking at a hickey on her left breast that he hadn't noticed while he was kissing it. He looked up at her with a worried expression on his face.
"What do you mean?" she said with a frown.
"The hickey, Mon. Where did you get it from?"
"You" Monica suggested.
"It wasn't there the last time we had sex, Monica."
"Well in that case you must have just given it to me."
"I haven't given you a hickey today. What IS this, Monica?"
"It's a hickey!" Monica stated. "Don't blame me if you can't remember it being there! You must have given me it the last time we were together, how else do you explain it?"
"I guess you're right…" he mumbled.
Monica sighed and pushed him off her.
"I'm really not in the mood anymore" she said with another sigh.
"What is the matter with you today?" Chandler asked. "Are you getting a cold?"
"Maybe…" Monica said. "Look, wake me up tomorrow morning and we can have sex then. Right now I am not in the mood."
Chandler looked at her as she closed her eyes and turned on her side. He looked at her face, the face he loved so much, and further down to her exposed breasts that she hadn't yet covered up with the covers. He was still turned on, but it was obvious that she was unwilling to have sex right now.
'If only I'd kept my big mouth shut…' he though with a large sigh. He kept looking at her. "Are you too tired to talk?" he asked.
"What do you want to talk about?" she asked. "If it's any form of deep discussion you might wanna put it off."
"I'm just… I'm worried about you."
"Worried about me?"
"Yes. You were fine before you left to get your filofax, you've been quiet and kinda' moody ever since you got back. And you took awfully long. Did something happen?"
"No" she lied.
"I can spot a lie when hear one."
'No honey you can't…' she thought. 'If you could then you would know already. Know that Joey and I are having sex.'
"Monica?" Chandler said. "Listen, you don't have to tell me, but you don't have to lie to me either."
Monica started to cry. She felt like she had been through an emotional storm, and her beloved Chandler was now telling her not to lie to him. She hated herself for lying to him and she hated herself for sleeping with someone else. And right now she was so exhausted that she got emotional.
"Chandler please just let it be…" she sobbed.
She closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to see the look that she knew Chandler had on his face. He leaned in and hugged her lovingly, softly caressing her back.
"I love you…" he whispered. "I'm sorry I made you cry."
"Not your fault" she said through her tears. "But you just make me so full of emotion that sometimes I just cross a line… and start to cry."
"Hey, no pressure…" he assured her. "I was wondering because I care. And I wanted to know if I could help you with anything. You don't have to feel like you have to tell me everything, I understand if you want to just keep some things to yourself."
"Chandler what are you doing with a woman like me?" she asked him, still crying. "You deserve the best woman out there. Not someone like me."
"I deserve you. I love you. I need you. Maybe to other men some other woman is the best woman, but to me you are."
Monica hated herself even more. He was so loving and so understanding. And she was secretly breaking all of his trust. And she knew that if her affair with Joey ever got out, he would be made a public fool. Having your wife cheat on you with your best friend without you knowing anything or even suspecting it would really be something people would make fun of.
Monica closed her eyes. She knew she had to come to some sort of decision. She had to see Joey again and try to figure out what she was really doing with him. Why she was really having sex with him. If the problem was with her, or if there was something about Joey that made her attracted beyond her own control. And she had to figure out what to do about it.
She knew it wasn't worth loosing Chandler over. She wouldn't want to loose Chandler for anything, and she couldn't think of anything that would be worth it. But she had to know if the affair filled any real purpose in her life. If she perhaps needed it. Maybe she needed some unattached sex to get away from the burden of being a wife and mother. Maybe she needed it to feel alive, or maybe she just needed it because she needed to feel that she was attractive to someone else than her husband. And that someone else than her husband could think she was a great lover. And that someone else than her husband could give her pleasure. Some sort of identity crisis thing, a sense of insecurity.
She knew that she was trying to both eat the cake and still have it. She had her husband and she had Joey. She had the security of a marriage and she had the freedom of a sexual affair. But then again, the security of a marriage wasn't so secure after all. Chandler wasn't one bit secure in his marriage, even though he had no idea. He had no idea he was the rival of his best friend.
Monica kissed Chandler on the cheek. Chandler was there with her, happy and content. Joey was alone in his bed, knowing that she was with Chandler. Probably wondering weather or not she was sleeping with him. She wondered if Joey was jealous. She hoped not. She felt terrible knowing that after their encounters she returned to her nice family life with her loving and devoted husband, while he returned to his single life without anyone there 24/7 to love and care for him.
Okay, so this was part one of I don't know how many... that's up for discussion, lol. Tell me if you like it or not.
INTRODUCTION: A new little idea that I got the other day... Quite different from anything I've done before, so I just hope I can pull this off... Review and let me know... Oh, and don't kill me for the storyline, lol, it's just fiction after all... :)! Anyway, what you need to know is that it's a few years in the future and C&M have a son...
DISCLAIMER: These characters aren't mine, except for Lukas...
Monica sighed and closed the door to the house she lived in. She hung off her coat and scarf and placed her hat and gloves on the hat rack. She was cheating on her husband. She had just come from her lover's apartment. Oddly enough she didn't really feel guilty. She pushed her guilt aside. It was the only way she knew of to keep herself from breaking down.
She walked into the kitchen. There he was. Her husband. Chandler. She loved him, she loved him very much. She couldn't even understand it herself, why she had taken a lover.
Chandler looked up at her and smiled, telling her hi. She said it back. He came over and put his arms around her, giving her a few kisses. She smiled lovingly at him, it felt good to be kissed and held by him. Which also made her feel like a hypocrite. She was cheating on a man that she loved and enjoyed being with.
Chandler went back to frying the fish, and Monica went over to the kitchen table, running her hand through Lukas's hair. Lukas was their son, five years old. For some reason they hadn't tried for another baby after Lukas was born, even though Monica wanted another child.
Monica looked at Chandler cooking dinner, while Lukas went back to drawing pictures with his crayons. When she looked at Chandler she knew that it was definitely not HIS fault that she was sleeping with another man. She knew a lot of women, and men too for that matter, put the blame on their spouse, but Monica knew that Chandler wasn't to blame. He gave her everything she'd wanted, love, children, understanding and great sex. He was just as much her soulmate as he had been the day he asked her to marry him. She didn't really think she was any different now from how she had been back then, so she really had no explanation for why she saw another man in secret.
When she looked at Chandler now, her heart filled with love. He was the best man anyone could ever ask for, and he loved her unconditionally. And still there was another man. But Chandler could never find out about it. Never ever. Not ever. Not just because she was afraid of what affects it would have on her, loosing him as a partner. But mainly because of how she knew it would hurt him. He had been commitment fearing, and she didn't want him to know about the fact that his fears were justified. He thought she was all his, and finding out that she was not would tear him apart. She would never let that happen.
The phone rang, and she answered it. It was him.
"You forgot your filofax" he said.
"I did?"
"Yeah."
"Well good thing you called me then. I would have freaked out if I'd noticed it was gone."
"Do you want to pick it up tomorrow?"
"No, I'll come by tonight. Otherwise I'll just freak myself out knowing I can't write in it… We're about to have dinner now, but I'll stop by afterwards. Say in an hour?"
"I'll be expecting you."
She hung up. Chandler looked up and gave her one of his cute smiles.
"Forgot something at work, did you?" he said.
"My filofax" Monica answered. She felt thankful that she managed to answer him without lying. She only gave him half an answer to the question, but he interpreted it as that she had forgotten it at work. "So I'm gonna go get it after we've eaten."
"You want me to drive you?" Chandler asked
"Thanks, but maybe you ought to stay at home with Luke…"
Chandler shrugged his shoulders and kissed her on the cheek. She helped him set the table, and then they sat down for dinner.
*
Monica felt the usual knot in her stomach when she knocked on his door. She didn't know if it was nervousness over being caught or nervousness over seeing him.
Joey opened the door, smiling at her and with her filofax in his hand. She felt the nervousness go away and she smiled at him too. She walked inside and closed the door behind her. The next thing she knew she was in his arms, passionately kissing him.
She hadn't planned on anything else than picking up the filofax. But before she knew it Joey was working on her buttons and she herself was working on his zipper. They kissed passionately and then Joey's mouth left hers to find her breasts instead.
She moaned slightly when he took her nipple in his mouth, then she pushed him away. He looked up at her.
"I need to get my diaphragm…" she said. "And you go get a condom."
He nodded. She was always very careful when they slept together. She couldn't take the risk of finding out she was pregnant and not knowing who the father was. They each went off to get their protection, and then they met again on the couch, kissing hungrily.
"Oh Joey yes…" she mumbled when his hand got inside her panties. They quickly got naked and had sex again. For the third time that day. Monica completely forgot about the fact that Chandler probably expected her to be home quickly, since as far as he knew she was only stopping by at work to pick up her filofax. Joey's touch and his kisses made her forget all about anything else than the sex she was having with him.
*
She got home an hour later, for the second time that day coming directly from Joey's apartment. Chandler was in the TV room watching the news, and she sat down next to him.
"What on earth took you so long?" he asked.
"It's a long story" Monica said in a tired tone, signalling that she wasn't really in any mood to talk about it.
"Well you came back just in time for the weather" Chandler said, putting an arm around her.
She leaned her head on his shoulder and felt strange. She had just had sex with his best friend, and now she was spending a normal evening at home with him. She felt almost torn, but then she pushed those kind of thoughts aside. She had to, otherwise she would go insane.
She and Chandler watched "Throw Momma Of The Train" after the news, but Monica wasn't really paying attention. She had seen the movie before and thought that it was silly. Danny DeVito's character was a lunatic and Billy Chrystal's was weird. Chandler seemed amused by it though, and kept the small talk between them going.
After the movie they decided to go upstairs and get to bed. It was around ten in the evening, and they both had to go to work the next day.
Monica followed Chandler up the stairs, and then went to check on Lukas. He was fast asleep, with his Goofy light on. He was afraid of the dark.
When Monica entered the bedroom Chandler was already undressed and in his usual t-shirt and boxers. When he wore anything to bed, it was often boxers and a t-shirt. Monica could feel his eyes on her as she got out of her clothes and pulled one of his old t-shirts over her head. He smiled at her when she walked up to the bed and lay down next to him.
"You look awfully smiley" she said to him, giggling slightly. "Did you swallow a canary?"
"Nope. A peacock."
Monica laughed and turned off her light. He did the same. After a few seconds he moved closer to her and gently kissed her on the cheek. Monica stroke his cheek, absentmindedly. Chandler kissed her again, then he kissed her on the lips. Monica kissed him back and then lay her head back down and closed her eyes.
"Hey Mon…" Chandler said.
"Yeah?"
"Wanna make love?"
Monica came close to sighing but managed to keep it inside. Normally she would never say no to sleeping with him. But after an afternoon of sex with Joey she wasn't in the mood for anything else sexual.
"I don't know…" she said. "I'm kinda' tired and I feel a headache coming…"
She heard Chandler make a disappointed noise, and she opened her eyes to see him give her the puppy look. He leaned in and kissed her again, slowly at first and then with more passion. She knew he was trying to turn her on. She didn't mind being kissed, he was a very good kisser and she could spend hours and hours just kissing him, feeling his tongue in her mouth and her tongue in his. It was something special about kissing Chandler.
Chandler lightly stroke the side of her ribcage while he kissed her, and leaned more of his weight over on her. She lightly stroke his back and enjoyed the kisses. She didn't want him to stop, especially not to have sex. She was still in no mood for sex. She had already had sex four times this day and it had all been for pleasure, not for closeness and expression of love. That kind of sex was always more mentally exhausting for Monica. She knew that Chandler hadn't had any sex yet that day, so she could understand that he was horny. But she wasn't.
"Oh Chandler I love your kisses…" she whispered in his ear when they broke the kiss. She nibbled on his earlobe and then kissed him again.
"Then let me kiss you all over…" he whispered. "Let me give you more pleasure than just this…"
Monica finally caved and pulled her t-shirt off. Chandler rewarded her with a loving smile and he pulled her closer as soon as her t-shirt hit the floor. He kissed her again, softly and tenderly, just like he knew she loved to be kissed. He then kissed her in the corner of her moth and then started to place kisses further and further down. He reached her breasts and spent about ten minutes there, touching one and kissing the other.
Monica had to admit that even if she wasn't very turned on it did feel good. His tongue was licking one of her breasts and his hand was caressing the other. She started to get more turned on, and he started to place kisses further and further down again, while letting his hand slide into her panties. She gasped and then noticed that he had stopped kissing her. And his hands were still.
"Monica?" he said. "Where did you get this from?"
She raised herself up on her elbows to be able to see. He was looking at a hickey on her left breast that he hadn't noticed while he was kissing it. He looked up at her with a worried expression on his face.
"What do you mean?" she said with a frown.
"The hickey, Mon. Where did you get it from?"
"You" Monica suggested.
"It wasn't there the last time we had sex, Monica."
"Well in that case you must have just given it to me."
"I haven't given you a hickey today. What IS this, Monica?"
"It's a hickey!" Monica stated. "Don't blame me if you can't remember it being there! You must have given me it the last time we were together, how else do you explain it?"
"I guess you're right…" he mumbled.
Monica sighed and pushed him off her.
"I'm really not in the mood anymore" she said with another sigh.
"What is the matter with you today?" Chandler asked. "Are you getting a cold?"
"Maybe…" Monica said. "Look, wake me up tomorrow morning and we can have sex then. Right now I am not in the mood."
Chandler looked at her as she closed her eyes and turned on her side. He looked at her face, the face he loved so much, and further down to her exposed breasts that she hadn't yet covered up with the covers. He was still turned on, but it was obvious that she was unwilling to have sex right now.
'If only I'd kept my big mouth shut…' he though with a large sigh. He kept looking at her. "Are you too tired to talk?" he asked.
"What do you want to talk about?" she asked. "If it's any form of deep discussion you might wanna put it off."
"I'm just… I'm worried about you."
"Worried about me?"
"Yes. You were fine before you left to get your filofax, you've been quiet and kinda' moody ever since you got back. And you took awfully long. Did something happen?"
"No" she lied.
"I can spot a lie when hear one."
'No honey you can't…' she thought. 'If you could then you would know already. Know that Joey and I are having sex.'
"Monica?" Chandler said. "Listen, you don't have to tell me, but you don't have to lie to me either."
Monica started to cry. She felt like she had been through an emotional storm, and her beloved Chandler was now telling her not to lie to him. She hated herself for lying to him and she hated herself for sleeping with someone else. And right now she was so exhausted that she got emotional.
"Chandler please just let it be…" she sobbed.
She closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to see the look that she knew Chandler had on his face. He leaned in and hugged her lovingly, softly caressing her back.
"I love you…" he whispered. "I'm sorry I made you cry."
"Not your fault" she said through her tears. "But you just make me so full of emotion that sometimes I just cross a line… and start to cry."
"Hey, no pressure…" he assured her. "I was wondering because I care. And I wanted to know if I could help you with anything. You don't have to feel like you have to tell me everything, I understand if you want to just keep some things to yourself."
"Chandler what are you doing with a woman like me?" she asked him, still crying. "You deserve the best woman out there. Not someone like me."
"I deserve you. I love you. I need you. Maybe to other men some other woman is the best woman, but to me you are."
Monica hated herself even more. He was so loving and so understanding. And she was secretly breaking all of his trust. And she knew that if her affair with Joey ever got out, he would be made a public fool. Having your wife cheat on you with your best friend without you knowing anything or even suspecting it would really be something people would make fun of.
Monica closed her eyes. She knew she had to come to some sort of decision. She had to see Joey again and try to figure out what she was really doing with him. Why she was really having sex with him. If the problem was with her, or if there was something about Joey that made her attracted beyond her own control. And she had to figure out what to do about it.
She knew it wasn't worth loosing Chandler over. She wouldn't want to loose Chandler for anything, and she couldn't think of anything that would be worth it. But she had to know if the affair filled any real purpose in her life. If she perhaps needed it. Maybe she needed some unattached sex to get away from the burden of being a wife and mother. Maybe she needed it to feel alive, or maybe she just needed it because she needed to feel that she was attractive to someone else than her husband. And that someone else than her husband could think she was a great lover. And that someone else than her husband could give her pleasure. Some sort of identity crisis thing, a sense of insecurity.
She knew that she was trying to both eat the cake and still have it. She had her husband and she had Joey. She had the security of a marriage and she had the freedom of a sexual affair. But then again, the security of a marriage wasn't so secure after all. Chandler wasn't one bit secure in his marriage, even though he had no idea. He had no idea he was the rival of his best friend.
Monica kissed Chandler on the cheek. Chandler was there with her, happy and content. Joey was alone in his bed, knowing that she was with Chandler. Probably wondering weather or not she was sleeping with him. She wondered if Joey was jealous. She hoped not. She felt terrible knowing that after their encounters she returned to her nice family life with her loving and devoted husband, while he returned to his single life without anyone there 24/7 to love and care for him.
Okay, so this was part one of I don't know how many... that's up for discussion, lol. Tell me if you like it or not.