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Sons and Daughters
A\/N This story contains adult content if you don't like smut you might not want to read this if you do then enjoy! No wincest, no slash!
John rolled over looking at the clock on the nightstand next to his bed. 3:00 AM. His phone rang again. "This had damn well better be important," he grumbled to himself.
"What?" after flipping the phone open and putting it to his ear.
"Dad!" screeched an unfamiliar voice from the phone.
Dad? "I think you have the wrong number," John said and hung up the phone. Before he could even get it on the nightstand it was ringing again. This time he looked at the caller ID before answering. He sat up in the bed when he read the name and flipped open the phone. "Dean?"
"Dad," the same voice said. "It's me really, please don't hang up. We need your help!"
John's brows furrowed as he listened to the stranger's voice. He didn't believe for a moment that it was Dean on the other end of the line, but it was his son's phone. "Where are you?" he asked the imposter. Grabbing a pen he wrote down the information. "Stay where you are I'll be there in three hours!" He hung up the phone got dressed and gathered his things. Within two minutes he was driving down the road ready to do whatever it took to find out what happened to his son's.
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John banged on the door to room 26 at the Starlight Motel. He wasn't sure what he expected to find but he was prepared for pretty much anything. He held the gun inside his jacket and pounded again.
Someone inside said, "Sammy, get the damn door!" And another voice replied seconds later, "Dude, I am not opening that door looking like this!"
"Someone better open this damn door or I'm going to break it down," John demanded.
"Oh shit," said the second voice. "It's dad. Dean I told you not to call him. I told you we could find another way to fix this!"
"Well I'm sorry Sammy," the first voice replied. "But can you blame me for not wanting to stay like this for any longer then necessary! You heard what the witch said! Dad's the only one that can help us now!"
John heard the deadbolt click on the door and the door slowly opened but nobody was in sight. Suspecting a trap John shoved the door open forcing it to slam hard into the person hiding behind it.
John slipped into the room stepping away from the form sagging to the floor by the door. His gun was out and sweeping the room. No one else was in the main room which only left the bathroom.
With the gun pointed in that direction he demanded, "Come on out of there. Now!"
"Oh I don't think so Dad," said the very feminine voice from the other room. "You are so not going to see me like this!"
"Who are you?" John demanded stepping to the side of the bed in an attempt to get a better look into the bathroom. Who ever she was, the girl in the room was staying out of his line of sight. A soft groan brought John's attention back to the girl on the floor by the door. Keeping the gun trained on the bathroom door he watched the girl as she sluggishly climbed to her feet holding the back of her head.
She was tall and boxy, dressed in clothes that were too big for her slight frame. He couldn't help but notice that her hair, though much longer, was the same color as Sam's and she was just as tall as Sam. "Damn," the girl said as her knees gave way and she started to fall again.
Lowering the gun John shot forward and caught the girl before she could hit the ground again. John picked her up and set her on the bed. He reached up moving her hair from her face and was shocked when she opened her eyes and looked directly at him. He would know those eyes anywhere even set in the very feminine face before him he knew, without a doubt that they belonged to his youngest son. "Sam?" he said softly his eyes widening.
Tears formed in Sam's eyes as she looked up at her father. "Daddy," she cried plaintively, "I don't want to be a girl. You have to fix this!"
John looked at Sam utterly lost about how to handle the situation. "Dean!" John shouted sitting on the bed next to Sam. "Get your ass out here right now!"
"No!" came the shrill reply.
John rolled his eyes and did the only thing he could think that might actually work. "Sam is hurt Dean," he said. "Now you get out here and take care of him. That's an order!"
"But Dad," Dean whined. "You can take care of him now that you're here!"
"Now Dean," John demanded.
John was checking the lump on the back of Sam's head when Dean stepped out of the bathroom. Without looking he said, "Take the ice bucket and go fill it up Dean we need to make an icepack." When Dean didn't move John turned to berate him for his lack of response but when he spotted Dean standing just outside the bathroom door he completely lost his train of thought and his mouth opened to say something but he forgot what.
"Dad," Dean said quietly. "Don't look at me like that, please."
John couldn't help it. He was shocked. Where Sam was a beautiful girl Dean was downright gorgeous. His… her perfectly formed body would have put the world most beautiful models to shame.
"Oh Daddy," Dean said as tears started to fall from her face. "Please, please fix this I can't do this. I don't know what to do!"
Then to John complete surprise Dean threw himself into John's arms, her whole body sagging into his as she wept hiding her face in the side of his neck. John's arms came up automatically holding her, one hand running down the smooth silkiness of her hair as the other wrapped around her waist. "Shhhh," he told her. "It's going to be okay. We'll fix this."
He didn't know how long he'd held Dean before Sam sat up on the bed and nudged her way to John's other shoulder and with one arm wrapped around Dean and the other wrapped around her father she too wept. John sat there holding them whispering that everything would be okay, they'd find an answer, they'd fix it until finally Dean pulled away from his shoulder, wiping her face and looking at her father with red rimmed eyes.
"But Dad," she said. "It… it's gone."
John was so confused by Dean's statement he just stared at his son.
"Mine too daddy!" Sam said.
John looked from Sam to Dean and back several times trying to figure out what they were talking about. When absolutely nothing came to mind he asked? "What's gone?"
Dean's eyes widened as he looked at his father then her head tilted down toward her waist and back up at her father, with a look of despair on her beautiful face. "It's… they're…," And Dean burst into tears again. "Oh Daddy it's gone!"
John's jaw dropped as Dean once again buried her head against his neck and sobbed.
Several hours later after the girls had stopped crying and calmed down John was finally able to get them to tell him the full story about what had happened to them. Sam and Dean sat on the edge of one bed and he sat across from them on the other.
"Genius here," Dean said pointing at Sam. "Found a pattern of missing men in the area so we decided to come check it out, you know see if it was out kind of thing."
Sam stuck her tongue out at her brother, "I was right wasn't I," she replied haughtily snapping her head from side to side.
John sighed. "Boys," he asked exasperated. "Can we get back to the facts please?"
"Anyway," Dean said with a sneer at Sam. "Over the past four years fourteen men have gone missing from this shit hole of town…"
"Watch your language young lady!" John snapped before he could stop himself. He'd never liked it when girls cursed.
Dean's jaw dropped and tears formed in her eyes again as story came to an abrupt stop. It was Sam who spoke though, moving closer to Dean he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and drew her closer while looking at John with fire in her eyes. "What were you thinking? You know how messed up Dean is right now. How messed up I am. Can you please try and avoid the L word!"
John ran his hand through his hair and stood up. "Okay look," he said. "This… this is kind of hard for me so you're going to have to bare with me here."
"Hard on you?" Sam shrieked at John standing and putting his hands on his hips. "Let me tell you something Dad, it's not a picnic for us either!"
"Stop!" Dean suddenly shouted. "Let's don't do this, please"
Sam and John glared at each other, neither willing to back down.
"Both of you stop!" Dean demanded. "This is hard on all of us okay, so let's just get dad to do what he has to do to fix it alright Sammy."
"What do you mean what I have to do?" John asked turning to Dean. "Do you know how to fix this?"
"Yes," both girls said in unison.
John shook his head, his hands coming out and up in a questioning motion. "Then why haven't you fixed it?" he asked confused.
"Because we can't," Dean said. "Only you can."
John ran his hand down his face trying hard not to loose his temper. "How?"
Sam and Dean looked at each other suddenly very quiet.
"Well," John asked.
"You… um…," Sam started to say then blushed and stopped.
"You need to make her…," Dean too blushed at the though of what his father would need to do to save them.
John sighed. "Just spit it out will you?"
"You have too… She has to…," Sam tried again but was still unable to finish."
"Oh, hell," Dean said rubbing her hand across her eyes and down her face in a very Dean like manner. "Dad, you need to make her climax. You need to give her an orgasm. Once she co…" He stopped and looked to Sam for some help.
"She cursed us dad," Sam said. "But she left us a way out even if she didn't realize it." She glanced back and forth from her dazed father to Dean. "It's in the way she cursed us. She said, 'You shall be changed. You too shall suffer the plight of those like me. You shall know the fears of my kind and you shall be made to suffer the way we suffer. This you shall endure until blood of your blood delivers unto me the ecstasy that you have refused me.'"
John's jaw dropped again and he stared at Sam as realization of what he would have to do to fix this sank in. "What the hell do you two do to this woman?"
"Nothing!" they both said together.
"Somehow I'm not so sure about that," John muttered as he paced back and forth.
"Dad," Dean said. "Honest we didn't do anything. That's what got us into this mess in the first place."
"Dean's right Dad," Sam said. "It's because neither one of us would… um… we wouldn't bed her so she got mad and well… you see what she did."
"So let me get this straight," John said looking directly at Dean. "You found a woman you would not have sex with?"
Dean's brows furrowed together as she tilted her head to the side, "I couldn't dad, she's like… she's old. I couldn't do that with an old person, that's just gross!"
"I couldn't do it either," Sam said sheepishly.
"Oh this just gets better and better," John stormed. "Do you at least know where I can find her?"
"Yeah," Sam replied. "She's the bartender at the roadhouse right down the street."
"Okay," John said. "I'll go talk to her tonight and see what I can work out. I'll fix it, I will." He looked at Sam and Dean seeing the relief on their faces and he smiled. "How about we go out and get something to eat?"
"No way," Dean said.
"I don't think so," Sam told him.
John looked at each of them and rolled his eyes in exasperation. "You two do know that there is nothing wrong with the way you look don't you?"
"But Dad, we're girls," they said in unison.
"But you are both beautiful girls," John said with a grin. "Now how about you both get dressed and we'll go to the cafe down the street."
It took nearly thirty minutes of coercion and threats to convince them both go out. But it took nearly an hour for them to get ready. By the time they walked out the motel room door John had a headache from listening to them bicker about how nothing they own looks good on them, how they should do their hair and how do they cover the fact that neither of them had a bra. When they started to talk about the lack of mascara and lipstick John practically forced them out the door and into the impala.
John had thought the worst was through until they entered the café and every eye in the room turned in their direction. Several cat calls and whistles rang out causing both Dean and Sam to blush. Taking the only open table, which happened to be in the center of the room all three of them could feel eyes on them.
The waiter walked up to the table and took their drink orders but his eyes never left Dean's body as he did. Dean blushed even harder when his eyes strayed to the valley between her amble breasts as he asked what she wanted to drink. Dean's gaze ran over the guy from head to toe. He was tall, almost as tall as Sam. His dark hair and the rough shadow on his face gave him a ruggedly handsome look and when he smiled his entire face lit up. For some reason Dean's voice quit working and she couldn't speak.
"She'll have a glass of tea," John growled at the waiter who smiled once more at Dean and left to get their drinks. "What the hell is wrong with you Dean?"
Dean swallowed. "I don't know but when he looked at me like that my whole body just kind of went up in flames," he asked nervously. "Is that normal? Do girls have that kind of reaction to men?"
John stared at Dean wiped his hand down his face again already regretting his decision to come to the café. "We should have just ordered pizza," he muttered.
Sam smiled and asked, "Did it really feel like that Dean? Because Jess, she… um… she said something like that when we met."
"Yeah, Sammy it totally did. It was kind of nice. I mean one minute I was fine then I looked into Steve's eyes and it was like the temperature in the room went up twenty degrees."
"Wow," Sam said looking at Dean.
"Steve?" John asked. "Who's Steve?"
Dean and Sam both rolled their eyes at John. "The waiter," they said together.
"Okay," John said just as the waiter brought their drinks. "That's it." He looked up at the waiter who's name badge did proclaimed him to be 'Steve'. "We changed our minds," he told the man. "Make our order to go please."
Sam huffed at the decision and Dean whined, "But Dad!"
"No buts," John said. We're leaving." The last thing he needed was Dean making time with the waiter. With the way their luck had been going lately Dean would end up pregnant and how would that work out when he finally managed to correct the situation? No, staying was definitely a very bad idea. They were going back to the motel room and he was going to lock these girls in the room if he had too!
- - - - -
By late afternoon John's pounding headache made him thank God that he and Mary had not had girls. He decided that no matter how old and ugly the bartender was John was going to give the woman the time of her life so that he could get his boys back.
As he got ready to go out he read the boys the riot act, "You will NOT leave this room," he told them. "You will NOT have anyone in the room with you! You will NOT call that café or that Steve fellow. You will do NOTHING until I get back." John gave both Sam and Dean a searing look. "Is that understood?"
"Yes sir," Sam said.
"Jeez Dad," Dean muttered. "Take the fun out it why don't ya!"
"DEAN WINCHESTER!" John demanded sternly.
"Yes sir," Dean replied meekly.
"Good," John told him. "Hopefully I'll have this situation straightened out in just a few hours." John headed for the door and turned one more time before he left giving his boys… uh… girls a hard stare. "Mind what I said and lock the door behind me."
He never head Dean tell Sam, "You know I heard that girls can give themselves multiple orgasms just by using their fingers."
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John entered the roadhouse and looked around. It looked pretty much like any other roadhouse in any other small town in America. There were no other customers right now, but it was still very early so that probably wasn't unusual. He looked to the bar but he didn't see anyone around. Dean had told him the bartenders name was Rhonda, that she had black hair and that she was old.
He had just reached the long mahogany bar when someone came out of the back room carrying a large heavy looking box. As soon as he realized the person carrying it was a woman he rushed over and said. "Here, let me help you with that!"
"Oh thank you," she said. "My help hasn't arrived yet."
John set the box down on the bar. "Oh, are you not open? I'm sorry the door was open so I just..."
"It's okay," she told him. "I'm glad you did."
John turned around and got his first good look at the woman as she was speaking. He was speechless. She was beautiful. Jet black hair hung down past her shoulder in thick silky waves her skin was tanned to perfection and her dark sultry eyes were piercing right through him as he gazed at her beautiful face. He could see the beginnings of a few crows feet beside her eyes and the barest hint of wrinkles scattered on her face. But those few small marking did nothing more then show her wisdom and tell him that she smiled often.
He was proven right when she smiled up at him putting her hand out to shake. "I'm Rhonda," she introduced herself. "The bartender and owner of this ramshackle little place."
Old? This woman wasn't old. If she was indeed the bartender Dean had told her about she was no older then John himself was. After all Dean's talk about the woman's age he'd fully expected someone in their seventies or even eighties!
"Um…," she said. "It's customary to shake hands and introduce yourself when someone else tells you there name and puts there hand out like this."
John's head tilted down to look at her hand in confusion and it took a few more seconds and Rhonda wiggling her hand at him to figure out what she'd been saying. "I'm sorry," he told her. "I'm John and you are… stunning."
Rhonda's smile widened as she looked up at John seeing his honest belief of that statement written in his eyes. "Thank you," she said blushing. "That's… that's very nice of you to say."
"I'll be honest with you," he told her. "A couple of people I met at the motel told me I shouldn't come here. They told me the bartender was a real witch. I ah… I think they must have been talking about another place because if you're a witch then you're the best looking witch I've ever heard of!"
Rhonda laughed at John's statement. "Someone actually called me a witch? I guess I must have messed up their drink order."
John leaned down close to Rhonda's ear close enough for her to feel his hot breath blow across the ridge as he whispered, "You are the most beautiful witch I've ever met."
Rhonda shivered all the way down to her toes as John spoke, his deep sexy voice causing heat to pool in her core. It was all she could do not to lean into his tall strong frame. Instead she turned and looked up into his hazel eyes and said. "Oh? Have you met many witches?"
His eyes drifted seductively the over the entire length of her body before he replied. "You would be surprised." John reached out pushing a few stray locks of hair away from her face and running his thumb gently across her cheek.
Rhonda saw the dark look of lust in his eyes as his thumb stroked across her cheek. She leaned into his palm a sigh of contentment escaping her lips.
John's free hand reached down to the small of Rhonda's back pulling her closer as he lowered his head to hers. Their lips touched briefly in a light kiss before he nibbled gently at her lower lip.
Rhonda moaned into his parted lips. He had been too long for her. Way to long. Her body moved against his wanting more then the kiss, more then the feel of his teeth nibbling her lips. She reached up grabbing at his jacket pushing it off her shoulders as she deepened the kiss.
John picked her up cradling her close as his tongue darted in tangling with her own his mouth melded to hers. Bonded as they were, their tongues fought a fierce battle tasting each other devouring each other. John pulled back just far enough to ask, "Where?"
Nearly breathless Rhonda replied, "My office in the back." Then she captured his lips again as her hands ran over his strong chest pausing long enough to play with his stiff nipples under his shirt.
John moaned, nearly stumbling as the ripple of pleasure weakened his knees. He growled as passed into the back room looking left and right until he spotted a closed door with an office sign on it. Pushing open the door he found a spacious off with a futon couch he set Rhonda down on the couch and shrugged off his jacket.
Rhonda gasped as John released her feeling bereft. She watched as he shed his jacket then beckoned him closer and reached over to unbutton his jeans as he made quick work of his shirt and shoes. She undid the single button and lowered his zipper slowly spreading his jeans out towards his hips. Her heart thudded in her chest as she saw the tip of his erection peaking out past the top of his tightie whities. She smiled and looked up at John realizing he had stopped moving completely. He was staring down at her a need evident on his face. She kept her eyes on his face, puckered her lips and blew her hot breath across the tip of him.
John moaned as he felt her breath on him, his knees nearly buckled again. He reached out gripping her silky hair in his hands and pulling her closer to him silently demanding more.
Rhonda laughed as she reached up to John's waist and slipped her fingers into his pants just above each of his hips. Slowly she pushed his pants and underwear down her thumbs swirling in circles over the small indentations at his hips as she did. She pushed down further until his hard thick erection sprang free jerking and twitching before her.
John kicked his jeans completely off and stood before Rhonda in all his glory. His hands kneaded her silky hair as he watched and waited until finally her head bent down and she blew a soft breath across the very tip of him. Then before he had time to recover from the chill of pleasure her tongue darted out and danced erotically around the head of his erection causing his hips to jerk in answer pushing his shaft closer to her mouth.
Rhonda licked the pearly drops slipping out of his very tip. She groaned at the salty taste of him her hands reaching up to grab his bottom and pulling him closer as she wrapped her lips around his engorged member and suckled him. Her tongue stroked up and down his shaft she did and one hand slipped beneath to cup his sac and massage him gently.
John fought for breath and his heart pounded in his chest as pleasure ripped through him. Her mouth moved in frenzy over his shaft taking him fully into her throat before sliding him back out again. "Oh God," he told her hoarsely. "You're amazing!" His pleasure increased as she teased and tortured him. She held him captive within her lips until he moaned loudly and released into her hot cavernous mouth, his seed spilling down her throat as his hips pushed him in and out.
Rhonda swallowed the last ripple of his pleasure and released his shaft. She climbed up his now glistening body, her tongue swirling lazily over his navel before lapping at the small of his hip. She nipped him their gently before moving up over his hard abs to his tight erect nipples. She kissed him and sucked softly flicking his nipple with her tongue before climbing higher. Her teeth skimmed over his pulse nibbled at his Adam's apple climbed even higher until she was locking her lips to his once again.
John deepened the kiss his tongue once again darting in and out of her mouth in hot rhythmic movements. His hands reached down and pulled at her shirt lifting it up he pulled back away from her only long enough to remove it before devouring her again. With the snap of his fingers her bra followed her shirt. He reached down and undid her pants shoving them down along with her lacy panties until she could step out of them.
Rhonda stepped back to the couch and allowed John to push her down on it. He knelt before her on the ground pulling her closer until she her bottom was on the very edge of the couch. With a wicked grin he spread her legs to allow him access to most private place. He alternated kissing and nipping up her inner thigh bringing her to a state of arousal as he reached for his goal.
John's tongue caressed her. It darted out finding her wet with need and he tasted her, tortured her. His hot tongue burned its way in and out of her silky sheath. Each stroke branding her with a pain so delightful she became lost in the constant ripples of pleasure that flowed through her. His every stroke to teased and inflamed her until the pressure of her excitement became unbearable and she burst into thousands of glittering shards. John lapped every last drop of Rhonda's wild release. He growled as a second release fed him more of the sweet taste of her honey.
Rhonda wrapped her hands in his hair pulling him up to her she wanted to feel him buried deep inside her core.
John bent in to kiss Rhonda pulling her closer to him as he did. Her legs wrapped around his waist and John switched their position so he was sitting on the couch and she was sitting on his lap. Rhonda repositioned her legs so that she was kneeling astride John. She lifted up raising herself up until the very tip of his manhood stood at her entrance. Then slowly she lowered herself onto his hard thick shaft.
John moaned as she engulfed him. His entire body clenching as she sank lower taking him deeper and deeper into her core. She burst again around his velvety shaft as he touched her womb. Even as the ripples of her pleasure continued John worked his hips driving up into her pounding out a rhythm of ecstasy that neither of them would soon forget. He paused long enough to lay her out fully on the couch before driving his shaft into her again as he looked down into her dark luscious eyes.
Rhonda felt John's release coming, she saw the muscles of his neck straining popping out the veins along his throat as his head flew back and growled deep in his throat as he pounded furiously into her and she was thrown into another mind blowing orgasm so powerful that it had her quivering from head to toe.
When she could again form coherent thoughts only one word came to mind. "Wow," she said to John as he used his elbow to hold himself up above her.
John pushed a stray hair from her face again and replied, "Yeah."
Someone banged loudly on the office door startling both of them. "Hey Rhonda," a voice said from the other side. "You in there?"
Sighing heavily she replied, "Yeah Tommy, I'll be out in a minute. Would you start stocking the bar for me?"
"Sure thing boss," came the reply from the other side of the door.
"I guess that means you have to go back to work," John said to her.
"Yeah, I do," she replied. "Will you be in town long?"
"I don't know yet," he told her honestly. "I just had to fix something. I think I did, but I don't know for sure."
"Will you be back?"
"You never know," he told her sitting up and allowing her to start getting dressed. "But for you, I'd make a special trip."
"You want a drink?" she asked tossing him his pants.
"I'd love one," he told her as he got dressed. "But I need to see if my solution has fixed the problem."
Once they were dressed John pulled Rhonda into his strong embrace again and kissed her tenderly. "You are a very special woman," he told her.
"Witch," she laughed. "Remember I'm a witch."
"Mmm," he said as he opened the door for her. "That's right, I forgot."
- - - -
John turned the key in the lock and opened the motel room door. He prayed that his children had returned to normal because he didn't want to have to go back and ask or worse demand that Rhonda reverse the spell.
Sam was sitting on the bed the holding the remote control and flipping through the channels on the TV. John sighed when he noted that he had not changed. Dean was nowhere in sight. "Where's Dean?" he asked Sam.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Taking a bath," he replied. "She's been in there for hours dad and you should be glad you weren't here to hear the sounds coming from in there earlier! You so do not want to know what he is doing in that tub."
"You're right Sam," John said. "I don't want to know." He banged on the door and demanded Dean finish up and come out, when his son finally came out he had such a look of satisfaction on his face that John smacked the back of her head.
"What?" Dean asked innocently.
"I'm going to take a shower," John said ignoring his son's remark. "You boys lay down and get some sleep."
"But dad," Sam said plaintively. "You said you were going to fix this."
"I know I did," John said. "But it looks like 'Plan A' didn't work so in the morning we'll figure something else out."
"You did her?" Dean asked. "But Dad she's like… old."
John smacked the back of Dean's head again. "Not any older then I am dude so quit with old shit and get some sleep!"
When John got out of the shower the room was silent and both Dean and Sam were sound asleep. He walked over to the table, sat down and booted up Sam's laptop. "Time to look for another solution," he muttered to himself.
A whoop of pure joy from Dean woke John with a start. He's fallen asleep at the laptop while looking for a 'Plan B'. He looked over at his oldest son almost shocked to not that it was his SON. He looked at Sam and found that he too had reverted to his normal self. He sighed heavily thanking the powers that be for the miracle that brought them back.
"You did it Dad," Dean said happily as he stood next to the bed he had his shorts pulled away from his waist and was looking down into the gap.
"Dean if you reach in their and shake hands with it I'm going to do more then smack you on the back of the head son," John told his oldest. "You boys get dressed and get out of this town. I want you gone within the hour you hear me?"
"Oh you get no argument from me on that one," Dean said. "And we are never, ever coming back here either."
"But Dean," Sam said. "I though you liked being a girl. You said you'd never had so many org…."
"Sam if you finish that sentence I am going to make you wish you were a girl again!"
John watched the impala drive away before he turned and went back into the room. It was paid up for another two nights so there was no sense in wasting the money. Besides he was sure he could find something to keep him busy for a few days in this tiny little no name town.
A/N - Hope you enjoyed it! Feel free to review I love to hear from y'all no matter what you have to say!