I'm back!

I'm so sorry for the long delay. I've been really busy the last few weeks, and the next chapter of DO is a difficult one to write. So, as I realised it was going to be delayed, I decided to write a quick, easy one-shot to give you all something.

The idea from this fic comes from a suggestion from Timol from AO3, so thanks to him (or her), and it's a continuation to 'Workout'. I must admit that in my opinion is not one of my best fics, but if I didn't publish it now and kept revising it it was going to be delayed even more, so here it is.

I hope you enjoy it!

"Not so fast, Ron!" yelled Hermione from behind him. Ron stopped and turned round, smiling at the sight of his girlfriend. She was ten yards or so behind him, red in the face, sweaty and looking quite exhausted.

"Come on, Hermione, I want to reach the top before the Sun sets!"

"Oh, shut up!" she retorted, irritated. It only caused Ron to laugh again, and she huffed in response.

"It was you who suggested we should get out, enjoy some fresh air, see the view from the top of a mountain …" he reminded her.

"I know what I said, Ron. Why I don't understand is why you had to choose a path so sloped," she complained as she reached him. "This was supposed to be fun, not a torture."

It was the first Saturday of September, and as the day was hot and sunny, Hermione had suggested going for a long walk or a hike to enjoy it before Autumn came. And though Ron had made plans of just lazing about at home after the first full week of work after their wonderful holidays, he truly was enjoying this. Contrarily to Hermione, obviously.

"It's not that sloped, you know," he replied.

"You're an Auror, Ron, you are accustomed to this. But I'm not required to be in good physical condition like you, neither do I spend part of my free time playing Quidditch."

"I'm completely aware of that, Hermione," he retorted. "You've never been the sporty type, but you never had a problem with running or walking before, either," he pointed out.

"Because we used to live at a castle where I walked several miles a day and climbed lots of staircases carrying a bag full of books, and then we spent a year in the run. Now I spend most of the time sitting."

"Mmm," he said as he nodded, thinking about it. A sudden idea occurred to him and his face lit up. "Hey! Why don't you work out with me?"

She looked at him as if he had grown a second head. "What?"

"You could work out with me," he repeated. "We could run together, or something like that. After all," he added, his lips curving into a lopsided grin, "I like this sexy ass firm and round," he finished, giving her a soft smack on the bum.

"Hey!" she protested.

He chuckled and grabbed her hand. "Come on, Love, let's put those sexy legs to work, we've got at least a mile left until the top."

"Have we got to?" she said, almost pouting.

"Yeah."

"Well, if tonight you're in the mood for some bedroom fun and I can't move, don't blame me."

"If that's the case, Hermione, I promise I'll do all the work. Now let's go, the view up there must be amazing!"

— o —

During the next week, Ron noticed that Hermione had become a bit withdrawn at times, and that whenever she was in front of a mirror would stare at her reflection, deep in thought. However, as he hadn't been really serious when he had suggested she worked out with him and had forgotten about that the same day, he didn't make the connection, assuming he was worried about something at work.

When asked, however, she always said everything was 'fine, just normal work stress,' so Ron didn't press the matter, sure that, whenever she was ready to talk about it, she would.

The week passed, and, when on the next Saturday he opened his eyes, it was to the sight of her standing in front of the mirror of the wardrobe, clad in just her pyjama bottoms. He yawned silently as he took in her topless form. He was about to say 'good morning' to her when she moved one hand to her side and closed her fist, grabbing a bit of flesh. Ron, still a bit groggy from having just woken up, frowned.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Hermione jumped, startled, and turned round quickly, blushing.

"Merlin, Ron, you almost gave me a heart attack!" she exclaimed, releasing her hold on her flesh.

Her scolding, however, did not faze Ron, who asked again, "What are you doing, Hermione?"

Her blush became more intense and she looked away. "Nothing."

"It's not nothing. You looked worried. And now that I think of it, you've been staring at yourself a lot whenever you're in front of a mirror, so don't tell me it's nothing."

She remained silent for a bit, as if deciding how to answer, and then her eyes found his through the mirror. "Do you think I'm getting fat?" she blurted out, and Ron opened his eyes, shocked.

"What?"

"Do you think I'm getting fat, Ron?" she repeated.

"Of course not," he scoffed. "What silly question is that?"

She turned away, frowning. "It's not stupid. You said you didn't want my bum to lose firmness, and you saw how hard it was for me to climb that mountain …" she said, her voice laced with self-doubt.

Fuck, he thought, almost panicking.

Trying to remember the lessons about how to deal with dangerous situations, he took a deep breath and got up, then approached her.

"Hermione, I was joking," he said, putting his hands on her hips.

She looked at him through the mirror, clearly not convinced. "No, you weren't. Look at you, you've become all fit and I'm letting myself go and you won't find me attractive anymore and —"

"Hermione, Hermione, stop!" he cut her in before she could start a full rant. She shut her mouth and looked again at her own body in the mirror. "Look, there's no way I wouldn't find you attractive. In fact, aren't you always complaining I don't stop groping you?" he asked, teasing.

"I guess," she said, still unsure.

"And by the way I jumped on you two nights ago when you were bending over the kitchen table in your nightdress, I think it's obvious I don't think your ass is losing firmness. In fact, I think it's perfect: fleshy, firm and a bit jiggly, just the way I love them," he added, cupping it with his right hand and giving it a squeeze. "And I'd better not start on your fantastic tits," he continued, moving both hands to grab and knead them. "They're firm and round and bloody awesome."

"Ron …"

"And, if there's still an ounce of doubt in you, feel what touching and seeing you does to me," he added, pressing his hard-on against her ass, which made her gasp and look at him open-mouthed. "Hermione, if I found you only a bit more attractive or sexier, I'd have to take potions so I could shag you all the time," he finished, whispering against her ear.

"Really?" she asked, biting her lower lip to supress a moan as he kept massaging her breasts.

"Really. However, if you're still worried, why don't you work out with me? It's always more fun when I run or train with Harry. And well, yes, you're as sexy as hell but you could get in better shape. I'd like to go on walks without having to carry you," he added, chuckling.

"You're so funny," she replied sarcastically. However, a moment later she tilted her head to the side, as if really giving the idea some thought. "However, you've got a point, I suppose I could do with some exercise. What if we start today?"

That caught Ron by surprise. "Er —" he started, as he had planned to spend a very lazy morning until it was time to have lunch with Hermione's parents. "Today?"

"Yes," she nodded eagerly. "It's warm outside, after all, and we've got nothing else to do until lunch," she explained.

Well, we could fuck, he replied inwardly, but then nodded. "Okay, then."

They had a quick breakfast, and then Hermione went upstairs to change while Ron, who had already put on his running shorts and t-shirt, took care of the dishes. Once done, he got out and began to stretch his limbs a bit as he waited. He was standing on just his right leg with his left hand holding the left by the ankle when the back door opened once more and Hermione stepped out.

Ron almost fell to the ground due to the shock.

"What the fuck are you wearing!?" he asked, staring at her with eyes the size of saucers. She had put on a tight-fitting white t-shirt that made her tits look amazing, and her trousers — if they could be called trousers … they reached her mid-tight, and were made of a silky, black fabric that clung to her legs like a second skin. Fuck, he could almost see the outline of her pussy lips! Was she even wearing knickers under that?

Hermione looked down at her body, and then at Ron, confused. "Well, I had nothing appropriate to wear, so I transfigured some old clothes. These are called tights, Ron, and are perfect for running. They cling to the skin to prevent bruising. Muggles use them all the time."

Ron just kept staring at her, then shook his head to clear his thoughts. "Er — okay. Do you — Umh, do you want to do a few laps around the yard, then?"

Hermione nodded. "Sounds good."

"Right. You — you should do some stretching before, as you're not accustomed to intense exercise."

Get a fucking grip, you idiot. You're behaving like a teenager who has just seen a pair of tits for the first time. It's not as if you haven't seen her naked hundreds of times, so get over it.

Trying to focus, Ron gave Hermione a few pointers about stretching, which they did for about five minutes.

"Ready?" he asked her.

"I suppose," she said, though by her expression one would think she was about to be tortured.

"Come on, then!" he exclaimed, and started jogging a bit, with her in tow. "The key is to start slowly and find a pace you can keep for a good amount of time. Then, once you get more stamina, you can go faster."

"All right," she said, already panting.

After completing the first lap, he took a look at her reddened face an let out a laugh. "Now you see why I complain about physical tests," he said, smirking.

"I do," she managed to say, almost out of breath. "I promise I won't bother you with this ever again. Can't we — can't we make a pause?"

"Already?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. "Come on, Hermione, we've just started. Make an effort. You must push your limits to get better."

"You're a tyrant, Ron!" she complained.

He laughed again. "Well, now you know how Harry and I felt during all those afternoons at Hogwarts, with you pestering us to study and do our homework."

She huffed.

"Well, slow down a bit if you want, it's better to go slower and last longer. I'm going to go a bit faster, okay?"

She just nodded, and Ron sped up. She had barely completed half a lap when he approached her again, and was about to tease her when the sway of her hips and ass caught his attention.

Holy — fucking — fuck! he exclaimed mentally, his eyes widening at the sight. If he had thought those tights looked good on her on the front, that was nothing compared to the back. They framed her ass perfectly, making it look even rounder, and allowed him to see every jiggle of her delicious flesh.

Bloody fuck …!

As he got closer to her, he slowed down a bit, not wanting to overtake her and lose that fantastic view. And when he was barely four yards behind her, he noticed he couldn't see any panty lines under them.

Fuck, was she really naked under those?

His cock stirred, eager.

Sensing his presence, she turned her head. Ron quickly lifted his gaze to focus on her face, which was completely red.

"Tired?" he asked, trying to distract himself from the lewd thoughts regarding her sexy ass.

"This is — pure — torture," she declared, breathing hard.

"Complete the lap," he told her, having sped up to be at her side. "Then do another just walking, then run again. It'll be easier."

"If I stop I'm — sure my — legs will — give up."

"They won't. Come on, Love," he said, and gave her ass a soft smack.

"Ron!"

"Couldn't help it, your ass looks amazing in those things," he blurted out before leaving her behind.

Hermione did as told, and, upon completing the circuit, stopped running and continued walking, though at a good pace. Ron, meanwhile, completed another lap and delighted himself with the view of her perfect cheeks before spanking her once more.

"Ron, I swear I'll kill you!"

"You've gotta caught me first!" he shouted, already twenty yards ahead of her.

They continued for a while, with Hermione alternating running with walking fast. Ron tried to distract himself, yet his thoughts always went back to how hot she looked in those clothes and the fact she was flushed and sweaty only made things worse. His cock refused to go down, something that made running a bit uncomfortable.

After half an hour or so, Ron turned his head to check on Hermione, only to find out she was nowhere in sight. Worried, he halted on the spot and looked all around searching for her. It took him a couple of sweeps on the backyard to notice her sitting on one of the chairs they had placed under the sunshade. Shaking his head, he resumed running, holding back his desire to laugh.

"The great Hermione Granger, giving up!" he shouted when he approached her, a big, teasing grin on his face.

"Oh, shut up!" she exclaimed, her flushed cheeks reddening even more. "Half an hour of this is more than enough for the first time."

"Yeah, tell yourself that!" he replied, giving her a smirk before continuing. He had reached the point in which his body moved almost on his own, so, though he no longer had the incentive of getting a good look at Hermione whenever he reached her, he decided to go on for a bit. He was drenched in sweat, however, so, the next time he passed in front of her — who was now drinking a glass of pumpkin juice — he took his t-shirt off and threw it at her, causing her to squeal in disgust.

"Ron, you pig, it's all sweaty!"

"And you love it!"

He had said that as a joke, yet those words brought to the front of his mind what had happened that day before the tests, which, of course, didn't help at all to quell his own arousal. Besides, it seemed that his naked, sweaty torso still affected her, taking into account the almost hungry look she'd given him when he approached her, and having Hermione lusting after him always fuelled his own horniness.

After a couple more laps, he saw her got up as he approached the house.

"I'm going for the shower," she announced, getting up.

Immediately, Ron's mind was filled with memories of her touching herself while she fantasised about him, and his cock roared once more, demanding attention. Fuck, was she going to masturbate in the shower?

At once, he stopped and turned his head just in time to see her crossing the door, her ass looking so amazing in those tights.

Fuck running, he thought. There were better ways to work out.

Whirling around, he hurried towards the door, opening it so fast it almost hit the wall. Startled, Hermione began to turn around, but Ron was faster and before she could move more than an inch, he had her pressed against the wall of the study, his cock against her ass.

"RON!" she shouted. "You almost gave me a heart attack, you idiot! What are you —?"

"You got me so fucking horny," he groaned against her ear before biting it, his hands grasping her waist. "See what your ass did to me," he added, rubbing his dick against her.

She gasped audibly and turned her head, surprised, but also — to Ron's delight — aroused.

"You look fucking sinful in those," he continued, cupping her cheek and turning her head towards him. Then kissed her, hard, tasting her sweat on her lips, mixed with his own.

It tasted heavenly.

She moaned into his mouth, and he began to grind his groin onto her ass. It was not enough, though, so he broke the kiss and, with a growl, crouched down, putting his left hand on her lowed back to keep her against the wall.

He gave himself a few seconds to admire her bum, and then palmed her cheeks noisily. "Fuck, your ass drives me nuts, it's so firm and round and — fuck!" he shouted, grabbing the waistband of her tights and pulling them down roughly.

"Merlin, Ron!"

Ron growled again at the sight of her naked, perfect buttocks. It turned out that she was wearing panties: an old, slightly worn-out thong, which explained the lack of lines. To Ron, that was, in a way, better.

Grunting, he buried his face between those fleshy, jiggly cheeks, his tongue tracing the narrow strip of cotton running down her crack. She tasted even sweatier here, and Ron found it as addicting as the best chocolate from Honeydukes.

Hermione's sweaty ass. Was there anything better than that? Crazy with lust, he moved his mouth to her right cheek and bit her, eliciting a squeal from her. He didn't stop there, though, and moved back to her crack.

"R-Ron, I'm all — I'm all sweaty, don't — OHHHH!" she squealed when, having parted the narrows strip of fabric to the side, he buried his nose between her cheeks and thrust his tongue between her thighs, reaching her pussy, wet due to the sweat and her own juices. The flavour was so strong and so amazing Ron stretched his tongue further, wanting more. She whimpered and stuck her ass back, giving him easier access. Whether it had been a conscious or unconscious gesture, Ron was not sure, but he took advantage of it and pushed his tongue into her cunt, seeking more of her juices.

"Fuck, you taste fucking amazing!" he growled as he made a stop to breathe. Looking upwards, he grabbed her hips and forced her to turn round. Their gazes locked, and, without breaking their connection, Ron yanked down her thong, baring her pussy, then buried his face in it. It wasn't easy, with her tights preventing her from spreading her legs, but Ron lapped at it like mad, wanting every bit of her deliciousness.

She put her hands on his head, caressing his sweaty hair as he feasted on them, a choir of constant moans exiting her mouth. However, after a few minutes, she grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled upwards, forcing him to his feet.

At once, her hands moved down to his chest, and his cock throbbed at the way she was eyeing his pecs. With a quick, lustful glance at his eyes, she pressed her mouth against his sternum and began to kiss and lick his skin, her hands moving to his sides, and then, down his shorts and pants so she could touch his bum.

"Hermione, I'm all sweaty," he said cheekily, throwing her previous words back at her.

"I know, and I should find this disgusting, but gods, Ron, you look so hot. I was going mad seeing you running without your t-shirt," she confessed between licks and kisses. And your ass … Mmm …" she added, squeezing it.

Ron growled animalistically and pushed her back against the wall, claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss. She responded with equal passion, their tongues battling, allowing the other to taste themselves.

Needing some relief, Ron grasped her right wrist and moved her hand back to his front, making her cup his cock. She gasped into his mouth and began to rub the hardened pole wantonly over his clothes, causing him to groan in delight.

"Suck it," he whispered against her lips, half-demanding, half-pleading. "I need your tight lips around it, Hermione, please."

She kissed him harder, excited by his demand, and then pushed him away with her left hand. After giving him a feral look, she took off her tights and thong, struggling with them in a way that would have been comical had Ron not been so horny for her, and then dropped to her knees. Eager, Ron pushed down his shorts and pants, revealing his hard, sweaty cock. Hermione eyed him like he would a bacon sandwich, and then licked the underside, making him growl in delight.

"Fuck, yeah … Now take it in your mouth, please."

She licked him again, revelling in this taste, and then engulfed the tip. Pressing her lips firmly around it, she sucked hard, her tongue swirling around the tip. Ron's legs trembled a bit and he had to lean forwards and put his hands on the wall for support.

"Holy fuck, yes! Yes, Hermione, yes, suck my cock!"

She hummed around him and took him deeper into her glorious mouth, sucking greedily. After barely a minute, she hooked her fingers around the waistband of his shorts and pants and pushed them down, baring his ass. She hummed again, sending shivers of pure pleasure down his spine, and then squeezed his right cheek, her left hand moving between his legs to cup his full, heavy balls.

"Fuck, yeah, Hermione, yeah! Just like that, it feels so fucking good! Shit, you're bloody amazing!"

Encouraged by his praise, she took a bit more of his cock so it entered her throat and sucked harder. Ron growled, his eyes rolling in his sockets. Fuck, he could easily cum like this, but that wasn't what he wanted, not at all, so, after enjoying the fantastic blowjob for another half a minute, he pulled away. Hermione made a noise of protest, and her mouth followed his dick, yet, in the end, she released it, covered in her saliva.

"I wanted more," she pouted in a tone so coy and sexy he could have cum right then.

"You'll have plenty," he assured him, grabbing her by the shoulders and lifting her. Without warning, he claimed her mouth again, his hands grabbing the hem of her t-shirt, which he yanked up. Breaking the kiss, he took it off, leaving her in a simply, sturdy black bra that he hadn't seen before but which held her tits perfectly.

"What's this?" he asked, moving his hand over it. "Looks like Quidditch protections."

"It's a sport bra, Ron," she said, her voice strained due to excitation. "It's uncomfortable to run with your breasts bouncing, you know."

The image sent another shiver down his spine, and his cock throbbed. He did want to see those tits bounce. Impatiently, he moved his hands behind her and unclasped it, throwing it to the side. Her tits, glistening with sweat, jiggled a bit, and Ron groaned. He took them in his hands and then buried his face between them, licking her midriff, that combined taste of her skin and her sweat making his head spin. She buried her fingers in his hair and directed him to her right nipple, which he sucked with gusto. Looking up, his eyes met her lust-filled ones, and he sucked harder, his hands moving to cup her perfect, sexy ass. She moaned louder and Ron switched to the other, desperate for her.

"Merlin's balls, you taste so fucking good, 'Ermione … Fuck …"

"Gods, Ron …" she moaned, pressing her head and encouraging him to suck harder. He did, taking even more of the delicious flesh into his mouth, as if wanting to swallow it whole. At the same time, his right hand moved from her ass to her front and cupped her pussy. She gasped loudly, instinctively opening her legs more, and Ron took advantage of that to rub her clit. "Oh, ohhhh, Ron!"

"Fuck, you're so wet and hot," he whispered, licking all over her boobs. "Come on, cum for me!"

"No, no, I —" she protested, but when he took the nipple back into his mouth and sucked while rubbing her clit faster, her words dissolved into a long moan of pure pleasure. Ron, cock throbbing, watched enthralled as she came undone in his arms, her body shuddering against the wall.

As soon as it was over, Ron held her by her waist, releasing her tits to snog her.

"Good?" he asked, his mouth barely an inch away from hers.

"Oh, gods …" she moaned, still dazed by the force of her climax.

"Fuck," he swore. Mad with lust, she spun her around and pressed himself against her back, nestling his cock between her tight ass cheeks. "I need to fuck you really hard," he whispered against her ear, and, when her only response was another moan, he forced her to spread her legs and, grabbing her hips, positioned her to his liking. Bending his knees a bit, he put his cock at her drenched entrance and then, with a hard thrust, buried himself in her tight, hot cunt to the hilt.

"Fuck, Ron!"

"Shit, Hermione …" he growled in pleasure, his eyes closing for a fleeting moment. "Fuck, your pussy feels so fucking good …"

He paused a moment and looked down, wanting to enjoy the fantastic sight of her arched back, her stuck-out bum and his cock buried in her. Then, unable to resist anymore, he began to fuck her, hard and fast, his hips slamming noisily against those perfect, rounded cheeks, causing the flesh to ripple deliciously. Hermione leaned her cheek against the wall, taking his thrusts while moaning wantonly, and Ron became more and more animalistic, his hands moving to cup and squeeze her tits.

"Oh, fuck … Oh, yes, Hermione, yes … Fuck, you feel amazing … You drive me fucking wild … Fuuuuuck!"

"Gods, Ron, you're going so hard! So hard!" she panted, her hands moving all over the wall while pushing back to counter his savage thrusts.

"Do you want me to stop?" he growled, still pounding her. "Do you want this to end, Hermione?"

"NO! Don't stop! Don't stop, Ron!"

Ron groaned again and kept going. The position, with his legs slightly bent, was not the most comfortable after running, yet his lust for Hermione fuelled him in a way he was sure he could keep fucking her even if the bones in his legs shattered.

Hermione pushed back against him, as if needing him to go even deeper. Ron gave her breasts a good squeeze and then moved his right hand down her belly and to her pussy, where he began to rub her clit.

"Oh, GODS!"

"Cum again!" he demanded, panting unevenly. "Cum all over my cock! I want you to milk it with your tight pussy!"

"Mmm, yes, Ron, yes, I'm right there … So close … So fucking close, keep going …"

Ron pinched her nipple with his left hand, which was still on her tits, and buried himself in her repeatedly with slower, but deeper thrusts, practically slamming her against the wall with every one of them.

That seemed just what Hermione needed as, barely ten seconds later, she arched her back and her pussy clamped down on his cock, causing him to let out a groan, and came powerfully, her cries of ecstasy filling the corridor.

"Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods, Rooooon! she moaned, leaning against the wall, with him still buried in her. Ron held her by her waist so she would drop to the floor, having noticed her trembling legs.

"We are not done," he whispered against her ear, pressing her against the wall.

"Can't stand up …"

Quickly, Ron slipped out of her and turned her around. After kissing her hard, he took her into his arms and hurried towards the couch, where he dropped her, and then ordered her to turn over once more.

Hermione bit her lip as she stared at him, but Ron's gesture of impatience prompted her to comply with his request and she got onto her knees, draping her body over the back of the couch, then shook her ass invitingly at him.

"You want my ass, Ron …?" she teased.

Ron watched the display with hungry eyes, his cock twitching eagerly, then pounced on her. He buried his cock back in her tight pussy with a single, precise thrust, and then began to pound her mercilessly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Hermione, you drive me so fucking wild!" he shouted as he fucked her relentlessly, his hands moving possessively all over her perfect cheeks. He could feel his orgasm approaching like a rampaging hippogriff and though cumming deep inside her pussy would be amazing, like always, Ron wanted something more. So, when he felt he was about to burst, he took his cock out and pushed it between those perfect cheeks, just against her asshole.

Hermione looked over her shoulder, letting out a whimper, and their eyes met.

"Do it."

Ron, groaning, spread her cheeks apart with his hands and pushed against the tight ring of muscle until, suddenly, the tip popped in and he roared at the immense tightness.

"Ah, Ron!"

"Fuuuuuuck!" he shouted. Wrapping his right hand around his shaft, he began to wank furiously, pushing a bit more into her ass. Overwhelmed by the image, the idea that he had his cock in her ass and the amazing pressure, he exploded like a volcano.

"Uuunnnnngghhhhhh!" he roared, holding onto her ass, fucking it with shallow thrusts to finish himself completely, and kept rocking his hips until his balls were completely empty and he had nothing more to give.

"Holy fucking shit …" he muttered, still in ecstasy. Slowly, he took his cock out and watched, enthralled, as her asshole closed again, his cum leaking out of it. "Holy fucking shit, Hermione …"

She gave him a tired smile.

"Was it good?" she asked. "Did you enjoy my ass, Ron?"

"Fuck, yeah …" he affirmed, dropping onto the couch next to her.

She giggled and snuggled against him. He wrapped his right arm around her, pressing her against his chest, and they sighed, revelling in their closeness and the afterglow of the fantastic sex they had had.

"We're too sweaty to be on the couch …" she commented after a couple of minutes.

"It's not the first time we're sweaty on the couch," he replied with a smirk.

"Not this sweaty, Ron."

"Well, that's what magic is for, right?"

"I guess," she said, and leaned upwards to give him a quick kiss. However, Ron put a hand on the back of her head and deepened it, making her moan.

When they pulled apart, she rested her head back on his chest while he caressed her curls.

"We should go to the shower, don't you think?"

"I suppose. This was quite a workout, after all …"

Thank you for reading.

I hope the next chapter of DO will be out in a week or so!