Whoa, what is this... Am I really... writing this author's note on a Saturday?

What has possessed me... other than my will to procrastinate on other stuff... oh wait, that makes perfect sense. :P

In any case, we continue with Nanaka's time behind the curtain... will she ask questions or do something more practical? I guess you'll only know once you read on.

Except it wasn't shougi… maybe there was a table and chairs within the little room, but it certainly wasn't fit to play shougi on!

There were freaking condoms on that table! Even without doing or seeing anything, Nanaka's face turned bright red. It was cute… but not really helpful to Keima, who couldn't gauge how this particular tutoring session would work.

But if she was getting embarrassed just at seeing condoms… maybe he'd actually get to keep his pants on this time…

Just that thought brought him some relief… she didn't remember anything about him, and she wasn't actually in love with him either… that was reason enough that she probably wouldn't be interested in sex.

"You can ask me anything you want," Keima spoke, making Nanaka jump slightly, "I won't make you any more uncomfortable than you need to be."

Nanaka let out a laugh which made her nerves quite obvious.

"Ya say dat, but is's still awkward…" she moved as far away from the table as the room allowed, and Keima followed, leaving a respectable distance between them on the bed.

"I'm sorry," Keima gave her a sympathetic smile, "I think Nikaidou's whole point is that we discuss this amongst our peers and become more comfortable with the idea… if you do want to leave th‒"

"Nee, Keima," she interrupted, "wha's the point of sex?"

Keima turned to look at the orangehead, who was playing with her fingers on her lap. Even with the redness of her cheeks, he could tell that this was a serious question. A smile came to his face.

"It's quite a few things…" Keima answered, his eyes not leaving her, "to procreate… to show another person how much you love them… to make both you and your partner feel good."

"Cannit ever be a competition?" she asked. He laughed… that question was so like her.

"Not exactly," Keima shook his head, "it's more like being on the same team, where you try and help your partner get to the finish line…" he thought for a moment, before remembering something. "But I guess there can be a competitive element to it as well."

"Really!?" Nanaka's eyes shone, "how so?"

Keima averted his eyes before answering.

"In this one game I played, the protagonist and his girlfriend were rivals. Even during sex, their aim was to make their partner feel more pleasure and scream louder and reach their climax faster. Even out of sex, they would try to get the other person aroused in public, which would usually lead to them having sex in a lot of interesting places…"

It took a moment for Nanaka to absorb it. The more she considered it, the broader her smile got.

"That sounds nice!" she turned to Keima, "so izzat how 69ing works? Iss seems competitive ta me!"

Keima blanched, but he still responded.

"It's mutual oral pleasure, and it could speak for who is more talented with using their tongue and fingers, yes…" he answered, but his stomach sank slightly. He wanted to tell them the truth, but he had no clue what she'd make of this information… or what she wanted to do with it…

"CAN WE TRY 'AT!?" Nanaka bounded up, her eyes shining, "I wann' know if I'd be 'ny good at 'at!"

"H-hold on," Keima held up both hands, "you didn't even know me before today, and you were scared of condoms… are you really okay with sucking my…?" Keima trailed off… it was still embarrassing to talk about this… so much for her not being interested…

Nanaka quieted down, a thoughtful look coming to her face. He had said something quite similar around the time she'd been measuring his penis… it wasn't like her memory had come back in the half hour since then.

But… it wasn't as if her mind changed either… she was still certain that he was someone special to her… and one who could become special again. There had been some kind of external intervention which had caused her to lose her memories, but that wasn't going to happen now.

"Nee… Keima…" Nanaka hopped closer to him, now directly next to him. He pulled back slightly, holding his breath.

She smiled, taking in his messy appearance and reddened cheeks. Somehow, despite his embarrassment, he didn't break eye contact, which made his brown eyes shine brighter against his skin. She felt her heart skip a moment. So as impulsively as ever, she reacted to the urge she felt, grabbing onto Keima's shoulder and placing her lips on his, her eyes fluttering shut, while Keima's widened.

But he didn't hate it… after the initial shock, he felt himself relax and shift forward slightly to improve the contact between their lips, his nose tilting slightly to avoid hers and his hands supporting her head from her cheeks. His eyes closed as well as his brain worked through the sensations and memories…

She'd gotten better at this since the last time… admittedly, half-drunkenly falling on a person didn't make for a good kiss, but her focus seemed different this time, and her lips moved against his. It was a different kind of passion than her usual, but Keima welcomed it, his hands lowering past her ears to her nape, which caused a loud gasp against his lips. Keima quickly ended the kiss, worried he might have pulled her hair.

"I'm sorry, did that hurt?" Keima asked. Nanaka gave him a harsh look.

"'Course it did!" she straightened herself so her eyes weren't on him, "you can't juss stop in the middle of a good Shougi game, can ya!? So why ya doing that to our kiss!?"

"B-but you just made a sound…" Keima defended, but even to his ears, it sounded like babbling.

"I did!" Nanaka turned to glare at him, but her face was darkening from its already pink hue, "it was coz I liked it…"

"But… I thought that…" Keima bumbled for a moment, before realising that he'd messed up reading the situation, which just made it awkward… "Gaahhh!"

Why didn't he just keep kissing her? It had felt so nice too!

"And ya ask if I'd be okay doin' this…" she continued seriously, cutting Keima's irritated thoughts, "I am…" she took a deep breath, "because I like ya…"

He stopped fidgeting for a moment, his eyes wide and somewhat confused. Nanaka laughed, her hand landing on Keima's head. He probably didn't realise how cute he was now… but even before, she'd seen plenty of reasons why the other girls liked him… of why she could like him too.

He was smart and strategic, but was dense and overthought things… he was reluctant to help, yet he never would let any of the girls go without helping them… he didn't know everything, yet he was willing to put in the effort to make sure they'd get the answers they wanted…

Keima truly was a knight fit to be in the mighty battle of shougi… respectable and strong and kind. Maybe she didn't know him well enough to give her virginity to him, she was certainly interested in making him feel good, and getting it in return…

And if 69ing was truly a competition, she would certainly want to be on top.

"Look… uh… Nanaka…" Keima began, but the orange-haired girl pressed a finger against his lips.

"I know there'sa better way ta do this, but we kinda don' have the time," she whispered, "so are ya okay if we try 69in'?"

Keima's face darkened at the thought, but he nodded, earning a sweet smile from the shougi girl. She quickly settled down next to him before removing her index finger and replacing it with her mouth again for a kiss which was neither brief nor chaste. While he definitely didn't mind that, he was painfully aware of the reaction it was having on his body, which might have been why he dished his best as well, this time being more attentive to what she seemed to respond well to and push that harder… even though the kiss might have only been 2 minutes in real time, it felt a lot longer and both of them were panting and sweating when they separated, a thin string of spit connecting their mouths for a moment before breaking.

"Fuck…" Nanaka fell back, grateful they were on a bed because her legs felt more like pudding than anything else. This guy was amazing at kissing. She had heard that being able to knot a cherry stem was a sign of being a good kisser, and she could do that easily, but with how that had felt, his stem would just be made of knots alone… and even outside, his hands seemed to know exactly where she would like them, "if that's how ya kiss, I mighta just lost our next challenge…"

"I… wouldn't necessarily say that…" Keima glanced down at his pants, where he was getting annoyingly familiar with the sight, "I'm already hard."

"And ya don't think that I'm wet," Nanaka challenged. To make her point clear, she lifted her skirt to reveal her yellow panties, which despite being under her tights, was obviously clinging to her… Keima didn't know whether to be aroused or confused about something that had caught his eyes earlier.

"What about those ones?" he indicated to the pair of pink panties that was sticking out of her skirt pocket. They stared for a moment, before Nanaka shrieked, shoving the panties deeper into her pocket. She had no idea she'd held onto Kanon's underwear from the Truth and Dare session.

Rather, Kanon didn't ask for them back, so she'd completely forgotten she still had it…

"T-they're not mine," Nanaka mumbled, "I'm juss holdin' onto 'em fer someone…" Keima looked at her skeptically…

"Just by chance, you have some other girl's underwear on you…" he raised an eyebrow, where Nanaka nodded her head, "whose is it?"

"I-I…" Nanaka struggled for a moment while her face got redder, but she suddenly shook the thought off, "why'd I need to answer this!? Don' we have better stuff ta do now?"

Keima gave her a look but sighed.

"I did promise you that…" he scratched a pink ear, "but that sounds like an interesting story which piqued my interest."

"I hate to break it ta ya, but I think ya have some other underwear to be worryin' about right now…" she gave him a cheeky grin as she indicated to his pants, "innit about time ya showed me ya 'trusty steed' again…" Keima blushed, the euphemism not being lost on him. Still, what he'd been setting himself up, for now, was going to be a lot more embarrassing than her just joking about seeing his penis… she wanted to have her mouth on it, and he was supposed to return the favour in a way he'd never tried in real life… he'd barely even thought about it, for God's sake.

"Are you really okay with doing this with a near stranger?" Keima asked, his reluctance leaking into his voice, "I mean, it is sex…"

"But it ain't…" Nanaka responded cheekily, "is's a competition which juss has sexual means ta reach a winner, and I'm very happy to challenge ya… now are yer willin' ta accept, or are you juss chicken?"

When Keima hesitated, she smirked, starting to imitate a chicken… that sound and face were irksome enough that Keima didn't need further convincing…

"Fine…" Keima crossed his arms, "if this is a game, who wins, and what are the rules?"

"69ing… first person ta orgasm loses… mouths aren't necessarily yer only weapon ta get the other person to cum…"

It was only as Nanaka spoke those words did she realise the gravity of her casual words. She knew she was competitive, but this was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayy out from her usual competitions… sure she could scarf down a bentou in 10 seconds flat… sure she could beat most people at shougi with her eyes closed… but that? Even if she overlooked her lack of physical experience in that regard, should she really overlook her the fact that she'd only met him today… even if she did like him, that didn't really mean she had to give him head on the first day…

But she wanted it… maybe it was the hormones or the fact that she'd seen his dick up close, but the idea was so appealing… like ice-cream on a summer's day…

The feeling really was like summer… she was hot and bothered, and the curious wetness in her panties was definitely not sweat.

Competition or not, she wanted him… and if he was willing, who was she to deny her body?

Before Keima could say any more, Nanaka scuttled to the front of the bed by the headboard, a look unlike her usual self on her face.

"A-are ya okay with that, Keima?" she asked, her voice quieter than Keima had ever heard it. The tone threw him off and he could only give her a nod, "t-then keep lookin' at me…"

For a moment, Keima was confused as to why she said that… then she climbed off the bed, her orange-brown eyes locked to his for a moment as she loosened her pink necktie. He swallowed.

"Oh God, you're undressing…" Keima spoke, his voice shaking slightly as he quickly looked away from her. Him voicing her intentions was enough to break her shaky composure.

"Well, I can' do 'is while clothed, can I!?" she answered back, her cheeks turning pink again.

Well, if his experience with Tenri was something to go by, she actually would be fine being partially clothed… in fact, even if he just removed her tights and shifted her underwear, it would be good enough for him to pleasure her, but his throat was too dry to tell her.

"'Sides…" Nanaka looked down at the floor as her voice quietened down again, "it's unfair that ya had to get naked in front of all of us… I-I want ta show ya too…"

Time just froze for Keima as he stared at her small body… unlike Tenri, Nanaka had little reason to want to do this… yet, for the time he'd known her, he didn't have a doubt in his mind that she was speaking the truth here… Nanaka was always honest, usually to the point where she said too much… this, coupled with her Kansai dialect, really made her an adorable heroine…

It was usual for Keima to put on an act when he was conquering girls, and Nanaka was no exception… he'd spent four all-nighters training her to beat Diana and Tenri, and he knew that was excessive… yet her voice and cheerfulness were enough that he didn't get sleepy then. He had enjoyed her company, and listening to the small things about herself she liked to put forward…

He'd thought that she was really amazing then, and she was really amazing now… he felt most of his doubt drain from him as he watched her, the small part that had been hoping that she'd continue growing stronger.

"I-if you don't mind…' Keima gave her a small smile, "I'd be happy to see…"

That seemed to be what she wanted to hear because she continued undressing… after the scarf, she hooked her thumbs around her tights, making a slight hissing noise as she realised that the part around her inner thighs was clinging to her as well… just even kissing this guy was enough to get her this turned on…

But knowing that he was waiting for her, she didn't think about it more, rather pulling her shirt off and unhooking her skirt, stepping out of it after gravity had done its job. She then glanced towards Keima, who was giving her an approving look as he drank in the sight.

"Y-you look really beautiful, Nanaka…" Keima spoke breathlessly. Nanaka blushed, looking down at her mismatched underwear and barely-there chest… she'd been overly excited before, but honestly, her body was quite plain.

"Y-yer just sayin'…" she mumbled, but Keima shook his head, standing up next to her.

"I'm not," Keima assured, lifting her head up so she was looking him in the eyes, "you're gorgeous, and I'm happy you're showing this to me…"

Nanaka was an excellent Shougi player, so she could read her opponent's faces quite easily… she could tell whether they had some strategy in mind, or if they were doing the motions without having a clue…

But Keima's face was different… his eyes were still focussed and prepared, but there was an openness that only really showed up the first time someone played Shougi after learning the rules… an eagerness to begin, while still being uncertain of how the game would truly go…

He wasn't lying. She gave him a small smile as she stroked his hair.

"I-I reall' like ya, Keima…" she whispered.

"I like you too…" Keima responded with little hesitation. His confession was enough to surprise her. Her eyes wavered for a moment before tears started dripping. He was suddenly concerned.

"N-no…" she held onto his shoulders, "I'm reall' happy right now…" she responded, her voice cracking as the tears slid down her cheeks. Keima smiled, happy to be reminded of that little fact he'd known about her all that time ago.

"Then… can you also make me happy and let me do the honours of removing the rest of your clothes?" he whispered. She gave him a smile, and Keima couldn't resist, ducking down and giving her a brief kiss.

It was at that moment that he realised how much of a height difference they had, so he sat back down on the bed, pulling her on his lap. While she was surprised, she didn't protest, rather placing both hands on his neck so her upper body was facing him. Keima groaned… his dick was definitely pressing against her leg. Though glancing at her face, she didn't seem particularly bothered. If anything, she looked really happy to have gotten that kind of reaction from her. He smirked, a little idea coming to his head.

Rather than going straight for her blue bra, he placed his hands on her thighs before moving up slowly… playing with the seams of her underwear and dipping in for a millisecond, just long enough that Nanaka would feel it… And that she did… she mewled and gasped any time Keima got close, and Keima could feel the wetness from her underwear grow and leak out on his uniform pants, but that only served to make him more teasing… after playing in the dimples on the smalls of her back, he followed her spine up to her bra, her back arching towards him from the sensation. That broke his concentration, and all he wanted then was that piece of fabric off. He quickly unclasped it and brought it forward, Nanaka assisting with removing the straps off her arm.

"Fucking hell!" Keima exclaimed - her beautiful orbs now in plain sight.

"I can say the same…" Nanaka agreed, trying to resist covering her boobs from his intense gaze. His hands left her upper arms to caress her breasts. She hissed as his warm thumbs drifted over her perky nipples.

"K-keima…" Nanaka begged, "w-w-wha' about our…" her mind blanked out on the word she wanted as he pinched the swollen nubs.

"Sorry, what was that?" Keima smirked, knowing full well what it was.

"Our comp‒ GAAAAHH!" she yelled as Keima's tongue lapped against the sensitive flesh.

"Sorry dear," he teased, his teeth rubbing against the pillowy white skin of her breasts, "you're going to need to‒"

"OUR COMPETITION!" she barely got out, using the time when he wasn't messing with her mind to choke it out. Keima laughed, before giving them one last rub to hear her hiss. Then he eased her down on the bed and pulled his own pants and boxers down, freeing his erect cock.

For a moment, that sight disturbed him… he knew he'd been somewhat hard, even from when they were kissing, but this was ridiculous… when had he become such a pervert to let himself react like this?

For a God of Conquest, he really wasn't above being a human and her lips… her breasts… all of them felt more amazing than any of the motions Keima had followed with conquering these girls the first time.

He didn't get much time to think about it, as Nanaka climbed on his chest, opening her legs towards him, her nether regions so wet her underwear was completely translucent, clinging to the darker skin of her labia and revealing the small patch of orange hair that grew above it. Keima gulped.

"You said you were going to take it off, remember?" Nanaka teased. For a moment, he paused, before shakily placing his hand on her hips above the yellow cotton. With an encouraging nod from her, he inched it down, revealing her in all her glory. She was nice enough to assist, stretching out her legs. Keima did follow through with removing it, but not before letting his fingers roam and drift and tease the surface, making the experience a sweet torture.

"W-wha's with that!?" Nanaka asked, her voice breathless, as Keima tossed her underwear off the bed.

"I couldn't resist… you're so fucking beautiful," he responded. Nanaka turned and appealing pink, which made Keima's ego swell slightly…

But it was the honest truth for him. As she sat on top of him, her body bare and exposed to him, he couldn't help how his heart trembled, just like it had for Tenri. Once again, this sight was reserved for him alone, and it would become another treasured memory for him… he could probably say the same for all the other girls who were waiting outside for him, too…

"T-th-tha's not fair!" Nanaka argued back, but she made more attempts to cover her face than the body he'd been complimenting… so she didn't mind it, huh?

"Maybe it isn't," Keima shrugged, "but if you want to get your revenge on me, you'll need to start somewhere…" she nodded, before flipping herself over so she was chest-first against Keima… then she started scuttling back, bringing her near-dripping pussy up to his face. He froze.

He'd never done this before… what was he supposed to do?

A chill ran down Keima's spine as he felt her touch his penis... while he couldn't see what she was precisely doing, the hands felt very similar to when she'd been trying to get him hard… but there was something different… warm and slightly wet.

Oh God, she had her mouth and tongue on him. Against his mind, he could feel his pelvis rise as if it wanted to get closer to the heat. That felt so nice…

Not that her dishing out felt any worse for her… being face to face with his erect penis was actually less scary than the time she'd been close to it before… it seemed to be radiating heat, and the bulb at the end was so close, almost resembling a lollipop in shape and size, making her desire to take it into her mouth a lot stronger. But she played it safer, taking it into her palms, her fingers stroking the crevices and bulges… being unable to resist the thought longer, she took it into her mouth, noticing it's addictively salty taste. She groaned, wishing her mouth could be bigger.

Luckily, the pleasure also shut up the nervous voice in his head, because he didn't think when he buried his nose and mouth into her pussy, his instincts speaking more about what he should do… with a steady tongue, he gave a firm lick as far as his tongue could reach. She shuddered, and he could feel the air she exhaled on his dick.

Weirdly enough, the sharp taste of her juices actually cleared Keima's head quite a lot… or rather, he didn't need to think about this… she was still wet, but his job was to keep it flowing… seeing where she liked it and targeting it. This was a competition, and the God of Conquest would never lose if it involved girls…

Of course, Nanaka's ministrations were dangerous enough on their own… is what he discovered as she switched from sucking on the head to licking and kissing further down the shaft.

For a minute, nothing could he heard outside the sounds from their mouths… the licking and the sucking and the groans and moans… something wasn't right though.

Nanaka was getting louder and louder as Keima brought her closer to the edge, but for Keima… he couldn't think of where the edge was… like he could feel how amazing her mouth was, yet somehow, it felt different to how it was with Tenri… did he not need to release or something?

Those thoughts took a backseat as Keima's tongue emerged from her slick folds to lap at her clitoris… she gave a loud mewl as her hands clenched around Keima's school jacket. Her pussy still continued to gush, but he could tell by how her body was trembling and heating up under his mouth that he'd succeeded in reaching her orgasm. With that, he gave her body a little break to ride out the high. After her hands fell open, Keima slid his palm under hers and held onto hers.

"S-so…" Keima opened his mouth to speak, "I guess I win, huh?"

He gave a relieved chuckle… this time had gone more smoothly than with Tenri, actually.

"I didn't get ya off…" he heard a low mutter from her.

"It doesn't really matter all that much," Keima assured her, "the purpose for this exercise was for you to feel good… and you do, right?"

He felt her nod against his inner thighs.

"In any case, that did still feel amazing, but I don't think I'm read‒" his voice cut as she kissed the underside of his cock, before lapping at one of his testicles… he hissed, more surprised that she still wanted to continue.

"You really don't need to wo‒ GAAH!" she took one of the balls into her mouth, but there was something different with her energy now… it was insistent and rough and demanding… almost as if she didn't accept that result, and she was going to get her revenge.

"NANAKA!" he yelled, placing both hands on her hips and righting her to a seating position… Luckily, she was small enough, and his muscles were strong enough that he got them both sitting, him hugging her as she faced the other way, "what are you doing!?"

He craned over her shoulder, but she turned her head the other way, only allowing for him to get a quick, millisecond look at her tear streaked face.

Oh fuck, that is not good!

"D-did I do it wrong?" she asked, her voice shaking, "was I too rough? Or not rough enough?"

"You were amazing," Keima gave her a kiss on the neck, but she squirmed away from him, crawling further away.

"Then why are ya still hard!?" she yelled, "if tha' really felt so good, why d'ya not cum!?"

"I don't know," Keima responded, his head sinking, "with Tenr‒"

"NO, I REFUSE TA ACCEPT THA' AYUKAWA IS BETTER THAN ME!" she shouted again, fresh tears coming out of her eyes. It was then that Keima realised he'd fucked up by mentioning his last sexual partner and Nanaka's actual friend.

"No, it's not that she's better than yo‒" Keima continued to dig his grave further, as Nanaka stood up, her small breasts bouncing slightly. Without putting on any clothes or even her underwear, she walked out of the curtain.

He was honestly so confused and disappointed in himself that he couldn't do anything else but pull on his pants and sit on the bed, trying to logic what he could have done, or what he should have done, or what he could do to fix this…

Why did he mention Tenri? He was the fucking worst!

Luckily, he didn't have to lament alone for long… unluckily, it was because Nanaka had returned, dragging a reluctant Tenri behind her.

"W-what's going on, Keima-kun?" the childhood friend asked, but Keima just looked at her blankly. He did understand that his lack of orgasm had led Nanaka to believe that she hadn't been good at it, and he didn't help by mentioning how things had been with Tenri. But why Tenri was here…

Nanaka pushed Tenri down on the bed next to Keima.

"Ya got him ta cum, right!?" Nanaka demanded to know from Tenri, leading the two teens to glance at each other.

"I-I-I did, but I don't get what that means…" Tenri burst out, but her whole tone just leaked of nervousness and uncertainty. Nanaka's face went from unreadable to plain depressed.

"Then why can't I?" she asked, "it's not like ya haven't done it before this or an'thing…"

A tear leaked down the shougi girl's cheek, as another idea sunk into her head.

"Lift up your skirt," she demanded. Keima put his foot down.

"What are you doing!?"

"Back off, Katsuragi!" Nanaka glared at him, "if she can beat you and I can beat her, then clearly I'll be the winner… now lift up your skirt, Ayukawa…"

Keima stood up, moving between the two girls…

"Maybe that logic works, but not here, Nanaka…"

"Then explain," she crossed her arms, "am I not good enough o' sumtin-?"

"K-keima-kun is a boy," Tenri spoke up behind him, "in general, he's not supposed to be able to cum that soon after the last time…"

Keima glanced at Tenri, surprised.

"And what would you know!?" Nanaka roared, "it's his body…"

That hit Keima harder than he expected it would because this was exactly true… it was his body, and he didn't know what limits he had… it was Tenri who knew…

Suddenly, a new noise started, announcing a different entrance into the room… the curtain had shifted and Kanon and Chihiro shuffled in, locked in a passionate make-out session, their hands roving on each other's back. When they were in, Chihiro broke the kiss, giving the idol some time to breathe.

"We saw that Tenri-san was here too, so we figured we'd join," she grinned, hugging Kanon closely, "how awesome would it be to have a 5-some!?"

But Keima just stared at the newcomers blankly… he didn't understand girls… he didn't understand sex… he didn't even understand himself, for fuck's sake!

His whole plan had revolved around these being quick sessions, but if his body couldn't keep up, what was even the point? He'd failed at planning this.

The two newcomers' smiles faded as they saw the look on Keima's face.

"I'm sorry…" Keima hung his head, "I can't do this anymore…"

Without another thought, he walked out.

W-well... that took a dark turn... Keima, come baaaack!

Wait, you're not coming back... alright, I guess this story is over now, and I should put a completed tag to this story. Goodbye, guys, nice knowing ya and thank you for reading and I'll see you whenever I update som-

*tries to walk away but Xellos pushes me back into the author's note*

Alright alright, I'm not getting out of this, am I?

Well, things took a turn for the ugly, but yeah... it's a necessary evil... generally, lemons don't talk about the emotional and physical limitations of the people involved in them, but we all know that this story isn't quite like that. I don't deny that this story is a bit OOC, but I am still trying my hardest to be consistent with this. I hope that you enjoyed this.

No reviews to respond to this week, but no biggie... maybe next week... My analytics tell me people are reading this, so I can still hope.

See you guys next week then. Stay well. :)