Might as well strike while the iron is hot!
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"You know, Celeste? Looking back to our first fight, I don't think I'd have beaten you." Tala began as the two sparred during a quiet morning in a training hall. It was light contact, but with both being trained professionals, most of their attacks came subconsciously while they conversed.
Tala's comment made the Norai tilt her head before blocking a roundhouse with her shin. "What possesses my alpha say such a thing?" It boggled Celeste how Tala maintained such humility, always keeping a student's mentality, even after besting the monster that incapacitated herself and Amelie almost effortlessly.
"I don't know if you knew at the time that adapting was the heart of my style, but throwing off my preparation was a stroke of pure genius." Of course, any smart fighter among the stars would be cautious of the gunpowder in a Norai's legs, but looking for the one punch to compromise Celeste's suit had prevented Tala from keeping her options open. And when she'd thought she was well on her way to victory, all it served to do was leave her open for that kick that had shattered her arm. "A hunter's mindset took down the ultimate prize." She grinned. "And you reap all the benefits that come with that."
Celeste weaved past Tala's right hook and trapped the human in a headlock. "Am I to assume I will be receiving further benefits tonight, m'yorah?"
"Tonight?" A quick, pressure point hit put Tala in control - Celeste's arms pinned behind her back and Tala's hot whisper on her ear. "Maybe your alpha can't wait that long, my beloved."
"M'yorah..."
The near-kiss was interrupted by a chorus of feline hisses. "Nyaa, Tal-Tal is thinking awful things again!"
"Misa-Misa's gonna throw up!"
"Gogmagog already did. ... how long did Misses Ammie say terran females stay in heat?"
"A while," the French wraith muttered, totally unimpressed with the fight-to-flirt display. "Ah you two quite finished?"
Tala huffed and relented. "Oh fine. Buncha sissies..."
Peeling away from her lover, the amazon stepped back to give her sparring partner space before they went back at it. 'Maybe they had a point…'
Amelie watched the two fight, and in witnessing their mutual skill and speed, Tala's innate knowledge on how to throw and counter, and Celeste's sheer athleticism as she circled and struck from all angles, it occurred to the half-wraith just how mismatched she was in this sport, fighting amongst monsters trained to defeat other monsters. Nonetheless, she smiled. All-out fighting wasn't her thing, and she was grateful that it was for her teammates. She could only imagine where she'd be right now if Tala hadn't pushed Tiffany out of the way right before they were teleported aboard that ship.
"Mmmm..." Amelie looked over to the Nekorian leader Cicinia, who hummed to have her thoughts heard. "Tal-Tal has lots of love and lots of fight. She has my respect." Amelie loved that despite the fact that Tala was just about the dirtiest mind ever, her allied leader was willing to look past that and acknowledge the amazon's merits. And her appreciation showed when Cicinia smiled at her.
"Well, love it or hate, es her greates' strength." Amelie knew first-hand the lengths Tala would go through for those she cared about. That dedication had earned the amazon Celeste's love, and it gave Amelie warm feelings to know that she was fortunate enough to have a friend as loyal as Tala in her corner, despite all that was said and done that got them up to this point.
"Tal-Tal's made quite the reputation," Gogmagog intoned, "defeating the Silver Blade."
Amelie nodded, thinking on the near-reverence she'd been treated with since her medical discharge. If passing gladiators weren't giving her a wide berth in the hallways, they were tripping over themselves to curry her favor. One never knew when they'd find themselves pitted against the now-infamous Team Terran in a battle to the death. A small generosity now - extra rations, some smuggled contraband - could find itself repaid with the ultimate act of mercy in the arena.
"Zhe list of supplies you gave me. Ah've been asking about, seeing who can smuggle in wat."
Gogmagog nodded, gripping the damnable shock collar around her neck. "Soon."
"Soon," Amelie nodded back, her thoughts filled with dreams of dark Indian hair. "By ze way, any news on Feroza?" It stood to reason that every gladiator, in the eyes of the more calculating Rogan, was an asset, and she could only imagine how many viewers would pay to see a rematch between the old champion and the new, with tensions high and the fight being even more personal.
Cicinia shook her head. "None. We are not allowed near intensive care, and staff from there are yet to emerge. But as Miss Ammie knows, this is a business. And it will sell."
"It seemz a good story es loved everywhere." And with skill, patience, and a lot of luck, she might get back to completing her own. 'Beli...'
Amelie's didn't know who's heart was aching more; her's or her lover's. She was here in this death sport, fighting for her life, but she's alongside people who she wouldn't trade in for the world. Beli was back on Earth, worrying, but she had a soft heart. One that Amelie would hate to see in this place.
And the sentiment didn't fall deaf on the Nekorian's mind. She rested a paw on her friend and ally's shoulder, her pupils wide, determined, and focused. "We are not dead yet, Ammie."
"And we're not giving up until you and Beli are back together!" Tala punctuated her declaration with a hearty clap on the Frenchwoman's back. Amelie winced and pinched her nose.
"Ugh, degoutant. Beli may wizch me back in outer space if ah come back smelling as awful as you."
Puzzled, Tala gave her armpit a sniff. "Just a healthy warm-up sweat. Right, Cicinia?"
The Nekorian hissed and backed away.
"Yeesh, everyone's a critic! Well, reckon' I'd better shower up before grub time. Meet you girls in the cafeteria?"
Amelie and the cat-aliens made a show of nodding with pinched noses, which kept Tala chuckling all the way to the showers.
'Any moment could be our last but we've still got the strength to laugh.' That hope, Tala reflected as she stripped down and retrieved some towels, would keep them alive just as much as food and drink.
'And if they intend to let me anywhere near the canteen, I gotta do something about this sweat.' Amelie was right, she smelled fresher than a dead skunk! 'Hot water, here I come!'
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The bathing area had emptied upon her arrival - Champion's privilege - but Tala wasn't surprised to hear the calm clop of hooves shadow her path to the shower stalls. She kept her eyes forward as she closed the stall door, already anticipating the slow creak of hinges as another body invited herself inside. Goosebumps had sprouted along her spine long before an excited exhale of breath tickled her shoulder blades. 'Hmm…'
But when she reached for the hot water knob, the hand twisting her wrist caught her completely off guard. Tala stumbled forward into the wall, pinned into a corner by a naked, blue body.
'Not this again!' "Celeste!"
"M'yorah..." The norai hunter nuzzled her cheek against Tala's shoulders and inhaled deeply, releasing the heavy sigh of a sommelier enjoying the finest wine. Tala managed to turn around, put them face-to-face but her lover clung twice as tightly.
"Celeste, I'm all for showering together but you seriously gotta let me wash up! Even Amelie's starting to notice!"
She might as well have been talking to the shower walls. Celeste was immoveable.
"On my planet, fresh water is too scarce, too cold for use in bathing. To remove the grime for our bodies, we rub ourselves with cleansing oils. We pour it over our chests, down our backs and we stroke it all over our bodies."
Tala sucked in her breath as Celeste demonstrated, palms caressing their way down Amazonian shoulders and back. She barely suppressed a cry as Celeste clapped her ass and began rubbing circles, gripping and worshipping those firm buns.
"My Celeste, that's seriously hot. And I'm dying to lather you in soap and -"
"No!" Celeste's cry was a child's pout; her face nuzzled Tala's cleavage with savage possessiveness. "Those soaps ... your odor, masked. Erased."
Celeste moved in even closer, nudging Tala's legs apart and wrapping her meaty thighs around Tala's left limb. "Bathe me in your scent, m'yorah. Let me feel you all over my body." Then, with every nerve of their sweaty bodies connected, the norai began to slide her body up ... and down. Up ... and down.
"Whoa..."
Tala was torn - she stunk to high heaven; even her Champion-chasing devotees would begin abandoning her at this rate. But then there was this impossibly hot bombshell grinding away against her body, rubbing up every droplet of sweat like it was holy water.
Celeste wasn't just exhaling any more, she was swooning in feverish groans of worship: "M'yorah ... my m'yorah's scent all over me..."
And then Celeste started licking her. Tala clenched her teeth every time that tongue trailed across sweat-stained skin. Celeste stared right into her eyes too - making sure Tala could see the half-lidded hunger that only salt-kissed Amazonian skin could satisfy.
"Leave the water, the soaps. Let me clean you, m'yorah. Every inch of you. With my lips and with my tongue."
'Damn…' The devil himself couldn't have driven a more tempting bargain.
'Alright, Tal. You know what to do...' In truth, she always did. But she was Tala. She knew what made people tick, but she was also a hopeless horndog. Not a bad thing all the time. But this time...
"Celeste?"
At the sound of her name, the Norai tilted her head up, wilting over and resting her chin on her beloved's chest like a content lapdog. Her golden eyes were glossed over with everything Tala herself yearned for at this moment. But this only reaffirmed her point. She picked her words carefully. "Celeste, let's... let's talk."
The inflection of worry in her voice seemed to have fallen deaf on the Norai's ears, and Tala held back a wince when she felt the hands on her ass turn into a vice. Celeste frowned. "Do you disapprove of us?"
This time, Tala actually winced, hearing the beginnings of anger in Celeste's tone. "I want us to work." She took Celeste by the hands, pulling those battle-calloused palms up between their bodies and clutching them in her own. "But, a relationship goes both ways. It's not both ways if you bow to me or if I bow to the role you put for me. C'mon Celeste," She rubbed the back of Celeste's hands with her thumbs. "Let's take off the rose-tinted glasses for now… and talk."
Celeste took a deep inhale and hardened her gaze. "How can you expect me to think clearly when-" but her rant was cut off when Tala released one of her hands and, quick as a whip, pinched Celeste's nose shut.
Tala's other hand rested on Celeste's shoulder to steady her. She waited until the Norai's look of nausea died down before she spoke again. "Thinking a bit clearer?" Tal felt her hand bob up and down in affirmation. "Good. Now, I need you to focus and be completely honest with me. Can you do that?" At another nod, Tala released her hold on Celeste's nose.
"That's a relief. Celeste, are you feeling all right? I dig a girl who comes on strong but you were like a woman possessed. I was honestly worried."
"Possessed? No, I was -" Celeste's mouth hung mid-thought. "Of course... a Terran. You wouldn't know about marking."
"Marking? Like tattoos?"
Celeste shook her head negatively. An embarrassed red was burning into her cheeks. "Among my people, our sense of smell is highly potent compared to other species. We evolved to hunt the faintest odor of plant life beneath the snow banks of Tendricide."
Tala nodded, a memory resurfacing. "Back at the fight club - you tracked me to my car on your nose alone."
Celeste bit back a smirk. "It was rather humorous - the numerous false paths you took to throw off pursuers and yet I traced your scent marks at every turn."
"Quite the sniffer," Tala smiled, dropping a peck on Celeste's blue nose. "So this marking business?"
Here, Celeste's embarrassment blossomed tenfold. "When Norai mate - when they pledge themselves - the alpha marks the lessers with her scent. I wanted... I so wanted your respect; your approval, M'yorah."
Tala delivered another kiss on the nose. "You know as much as I do that you have it."
Despite her brief smile, Celeste's eyes met the floor. "I... apologize, M'yorah..."
"For what?"
"For my behavior." Glancing up to see her alpha's confusion, she continued. "I let my desires and lack of understanding influence my judgement. I see now that I had not considered Terran customs when I sought to be yours. My own culture has made me inconsiderate, and for that, I am truly sorry."
A small part of Celeste's mind expected punishment, for Tala to be angry at the flaw she laid bare in front of her alpha. Utter surprise befell when Celeste felt two gentle hands take her by the shoulder, press her against the wall and a mouth mash against her own.
When they separated, all Celeste's golden eyes saw were the deep green of Tala's. "My Celeste," For the Norai, it was a title that made her feel warm, hot, and wholesome every time. "I don't expect you to completely understand all of me tonight. Or tomorrow. It'd be irresponsible to even ask that. But you know what does matter? That you're willing to understand me. Willing to try and meet me halfway. And being someone you admire, someone you look too when you need what this game called Life demands, it… it keeps me going."
Celeste savored the next incoming kiss. "Of course. ."
"Both ways, Celeste. I can't blame you for being yourself. And I love you because you're so unapologetically yourself. And so very sexy. Authenticity is key."
Celeste's expression grew thoughtful. "We know our feelings for one another are indeed authentic. What I say, I say from my innermost self." But her frown deepened at a thought. "But what do we do if our truest selves simply do not agree? You are not Norai and I am not Terran!"
Tala placed a hand on the center of Celeste's chest. "Relax. There's no reason to panic. All we need to do is tell each other what we want. So," She moved the hand low to rest on the finely sculpted abdomen, but not low enough to tease. "What does Celeste Luvendass want? What has she always wanted from Tala Stone?"
"Such a difficult question…" Celeste relished the goosebumps running across her supple skin in waves as she took a deep, calming breath. She inwardly begged for Tala's hand to move just a bit lower. "More of you is what I want, M'yorah. Your love, your leadership, your touch…"
Tala took the answer she was given and her hand stopped over her lover's core. "But is it as Tala the Norai, or Tala the Terran?" To help the answer along, the amazon withdrew and stood next to Celeste. A focused answer is an honest one.
With the air somewhat clearer, Celeste took a deep breath she knew she needed and ceased relying on her nose. "I am willing to settle for either one." It was Tala Stone in her natural, unabated form that she'd fallen in love with. Following the ways of Tendricide or Earth made absolutely no difference.
"Mmmm." Taking the declaration in stride, Tala offered a peck on the cheek. "What I want is for you to be happy. I damn sure won't complain if you find that with me. But I also want you to learn to understand not just me, not just the world around you, but also yourself. It's the only way you, and therefore I, can know what makes you happy."
Celeste once again admired how well Tala eased a burden. "Even now, you make understanding one another seem less daunting a task…"
The amazon simply shrugged. "You forget, I spend part of my time with three completely different hunies back home. Understanding is a requirement." She dropped her light-heartedness for a second. "But on that subject, when we get back to Earth, we have to convince them that you deserve to be with not just me, but them too."
Celeste looked over, meeting Tala's eyes. "But you are the only one I want, M'yorah."
Tala, with a deep sigh, gave her best understanding smile. "That just won't last, Celeste." She turned to face her lover. "I always say there's room for more in my life but at the end of the day, I'm just one person. I can never be enough for three or four people. You'll all just rip me to pieces. And I make it a point to value everyone the same. It's just not fair, otherwise."
Celeste looked away. "Fair…" 'Like Audrey, who disrespects your authority at every turn?'
Tala deadpanned. "I know that look, Celeste." She reached a hand under Celeste's chin and raised her head so their gazes met. "Please try to understand that it's not just us. And that that can be a good thing too. I won't be able to give you the attention you want all day, every day and I know you feel you deserve me more than they do. I know exactly why you do. We risk our lives for each other. Who could ask for a better lover? But... when it comes to matters of the heart, everyone's opinion matters."
The message seemed to sink in, judging by the flash of knowing gold across Celeste's eyes.
"If I am to be accepted into your pack, the other females must approve." Celeste nodded solemnly. "I understand. If we - no, when we return to Earth, my mission will be to integrate among your lovers. To protect and guide them when you cannot. To offer them my friendship."
"Nikki will be thrilled. Audrey too, though I bet she'll try to shrug it off. And when Aiko gets over her heart attack, I know you math nerds will get along fine."
Celeste tilted her head. "And the fourth? The blonde?"
"What, Jessie? Well, I wouldn't say we're official but-"
"No, the younger female. The one you risked your life to push out of the Psi-rax's teleportation field."
"Tiffany?" Tala chuckled. "Naw, we're just friends. She's a bit too straight-laced to approve of my... arrangement with the gals, never mind be part of it."
Celeste's smirk took a knowing curve. "This 'Tiffany' exuded some intriguing pheromones for one who desired only your friendship, but I defer to your judgment, m'yorah."
Tala did her best to laugh off that suggestion. 'Tiffany? And me? Nahh, I'd have better luck roping Ammie and Beli into a threeesome than scoring a night with that perky, cheerleader butt.'
"So - we get out of here, introduce you to the Earth gals and enjoy getting to know each other outside a death sport. We good?"
Tala's beloved bit her lip in hesitation. "There is one further thing I require, m'yorah. My behavior just now - insubordinate; unbecoming of a lesser female."
Celeste placed her hands on Tala's naked chest, gazing up at her beloved with a deep thirst. "M'yorah, I want you to punish me."
"Punish you?" Tala had to blink and make sure she'd heard that straight.
"Yes. Punish me - in the ways that only an alpha can. Otherwise, my behavior will deteriorate further."
Alarm bells klaxxoned in Tala's mind. 'Whoa, this is Aiko's department, not mine!' Though something about Celeste's needy pout made her keen to try out a new kink.
"And if I don't? Just what naughtiness can I expect from my Celeste?"
"I will be wicked. I will dress in clothes utterly unbecoming for combat - extravagant, red dresses adorned in bows and black ribbons. I will allow everyone to gaze upon my bare legs."
As she listed her depravities, Celeste sauntered behind Tala, palms pressing down on the Amazon's shoulders. Tala played along, kneeling her 6'2" frame to Celeste's height. Blue arms immediately wrapped over her shoulders to assert their dominance.
"What else?" Tala hummed as Celeste nibbled her earlobe.
"Mmh, I will make demands of you - order you to drive me to your human shopping centers and buy me consumer goods I could easily afford on my own. I will not be satisfied until your currency purse is emptied."
"Oh, you are nasty," Tala grinned, tilting her head back as Celeste's lips kissed along her oh-so-sensitive neck. "What else?"
"I will complain," Celeste murmured as her fingers traced Tala's areola. "When you devote time to me, I will accuse you of being overbearing. When you do not answer me immediately, I will declare you cold and unloving. I will befuddle you with my contradictions."
"Anh, can't have that, can we?" Tala felt her snatch moisten as Celeste's mouth approached the sweet spot under her jawline. 'Right there, baby. Right-'
"And worst of all -" Celeste paused, breath tickling Tala's neck, "I will tease you. I will mock your powerful musculature, I will deride your warrior's height and I will pretend I can survive without your sexual intimacy. In short, I will be an utter bitch." The Norai blew a puff of air at the Amazon's neck before releasing Tala entirely.
The Amazon's eyes flew open at the pleasure denied; further still at Celeste's mischievous smile. "You -! All right, we're doing something about you, missy! Hands up - on the stall. And no touching the walls."
Celeste obeyed immediately, spreading her limbs in a star pose. 'No artificial friction. My pleasure will be entirely of my m'yorah's own doing!' Giddy with anticipation, Celeste shut her eyes and clenched the tops of the stall, fully prepared to be engulfed in her beloved's embrace!
But instead of an all-consuming heat, all Celeste felt was a whisper of fingertips down her cheek. "M-m'yorah?"
"Shh. If you make a peep, I'll stop." Tala did just so as her fingers traced Celeste's neck. A yip of sudden pleasure and the touch withdrew. "You're going to be a good girl, my Celeste and wait your turn."
Impatient to be touched, Celeste nodded quickly. Tala obliged. Fingers continued their light brushwork - Celeste's neck, her collar. When an index finger ran up and down the valley between her breasts, Celeste's breath hitched and the touch withdrew again.
"M'yorah, this is too much! You must -"
"Quiet," Tala commanded, a finger on Celeste's lips, a promise of what could be. When Celeste nodded and steadied herself, the trailing touch down her neck and chest resumed. She held out longer this time, but when Tala's fingers flicked across her nipple, Celeste gasped and Tala backed away again.
"Forgive me, my alpha. I will -"
Tala's grip on her breast silenced her. "Will you be good?"
"Yes," Celeste whimpered. A second hand joined in fondling her chest, twin thumbs rolling over her nipples.
"Will you spar with me every day? Not holding anything back?"
"I will." Tala's hands traced down her belly, hard and domineering as they surveyed and claimed Celeste's curves.
"Will you let Nikki ask you all sorts of stuff about outer space? Help Aiko figure out the odds on her gambling games?"
"I will do anything you ask." M'yorah's hands circled 'round to her buttocks, kneading the supple flesh, declaring it Tala's own.
"Are you going to be a bad girl like Audrey? Tease me and test me?"
"Never- Ahh!" A hard slap on her bum. "I will not-" Another slap.
"Last chance," Tala warned. Celeste scrambled to re-think. 'What does she-?'
"I will be everything you desire, my beloved! I will torture you by wearing the barest of undergarments - swaying my hips just out of your reach. I will fondle my breasts and rub oil all over my body as I force you to watch! I will sit in your lap and caress you with every inch of my naked, glistening body. My beloved, for you - only you - I will be your dirty bitch!"
Tala's hands hesitated. "I was gonna say, 'maybe you could teach Audrey some self-defense' but ... ooh, I like this offer. I'm gonna hold you to it, my Celeste."
A canine whine. "M'yorah!"
"Ssh. Hold still. I think you've earned this."
'At last!' Celeste let her mouth hang, panting in anticipation of the all-consuming fire!
Nothing but a single index finger traced across her slit. "Wh- wh-?"
"Ah-ah! No talking." The touch withdrew. Celeste howled! 'So cruel, so selfish!' But true to her word, Tala left her to hang until the whimpers abated.
When Celeste held silent except for a needy shiver in her breath, the finger returned, circling her folds. Small tingles of pleasure reverberated through Celeste's wetness - nowhere near enough. Nowhere close to making her come undone!
"That's my Celeste," Tala nodded. Her free hand reached back to twist the hot water knob. A spray of hot beads hit her back; droplets caught Celeste's face. "Wanna know a secret?"
Celeste's eyes creaked open, then shot wide. Tala, her m'yorah - hair matted with water, hand groping her breast, desire growling through her eyes.
"Celeste, you've got me so god-damn wet right now. Punishment's over. Get over here and be bad for me."
What further order did she need? Their bodies collided - lips kissing wantonly, hands groping up and down each other's arms and chests like animals in heat. She had Tala pinned against the wall but m'yorah asserted her dominance in every heart-shuddering kiss and grope: the way Tala's tongue feasted on her open mouth, the way Tala's hands tilted her body backwards to suckle her breasts. Growling like a predator cat, Tala slapped her ass, grabbed her buttocks tight so there could be no space between their hungry snatches. Celeste gasped at the wet heat assaulting her sex. 'Yes, oh yes!' She needed more!
Moaning submissively, Celeste raised one leg off the floor, spreading herself. Her beloved wasted no time lifting her leg up and sliding three fingers into her folds.
"OH yes! Like that! Just like that, my Tala!"
Her beloved left no pleasure node untouched. Terran lips sucked her bare neck while a powerful hand rocked Celeste against those invading fingers. A vague worry surfaced through the pleasure fog - that if the arms around her m'yorah's neck and back gave out she would topple to the ground.
'Oh, but it feels so good!' To be had, consumed! Celeste pumped harder on her single standing hoof, begging Tala's hand to thrust deeper, to fill her completely!
Tala trained her ears for her lover's keening cries, ratcheting up the shlick of her fingers until Celeste was howling her name falsetto. "Tala - Tala!" And when Celeste's staccato yelps reached their peak - "M'yorah!" - she stood ready to catch her lover in an embrace, letting Celeste sink onto her fingers, to enjoy the pleasure overwhelming her body and shutting down her legs.
When the panting subsided, Tala removed her fingers ever so carefully and cradled the limp Celeste, easing her lover to kneel on the floor in a gasping tangle of hair and sweat.
'Undone, huh? I'd say I undid her pretty -' "What the -?"
In a flash, Tala found Celeste's hands around her hips, blue lips sinking hungrily between her legs. Tala gasped. Orgasms may have turned Celeste's legs into jelly, but the alien woman still had strength enough in her hands - and her tongue! - to return the favor.
"Holy shit!" Tala pushed Celeste's head hard against her core. How long since her last orgasm? She'd devoted herself so thoroughly to Celeste's pleasure these last days, Tala had nearly forgotten that sex ran both ways, that her lover could undo her. She gasped as Celeste sucked on her clit, she winced as an alien tongue lapped at her folds; and when Celeste set the tip of her tongue to flicking Tala's pearl, she lost it. A great groan of pleasure exploded through her body, sending Tala crashing into the wall, where she slowly slid down to join Celeste on the tiled floor.
They sat there awhile, letting the soothing spray of overhead water coat their bodies. When Tala found the strength to open her eyes, Celeste gazed adoringly at her job well done, tongue licking the taste of her lover off her lips.
"Did this wicked female satisfy her alpha?"
"I think..." Tala panted, "I'm gonna need another shower."
So with this stunning conclusion to this arc, our exceptional team of misfits can now set their sights on their ultimate goal: Escape.
I hope you all liked the continuous sexy-time, the heart-felt talk, and all the dirty-talk. I tell ya, the funnest part for me in a story is the interaction between characters when you throw a curve ball their way. I kinda want to launch a one-shot series focusing on just that. But that's for later.
Anyway, if you enjoyed, or have thoughts, consider leaving a review. It keeps me going. Till next time!
