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**** HERMIONE ****

Draco was curled behind me when I woke blinking into the brightness of the room. I had insisted that we not sleep on the floor downstairs, despite drifting off again after he had expertly played my body once more. Of course when I woke him to insist we actually sleep in my bed, he sleepily pulled me on top of him, turning me once more into a boneless puddle.

He had wrapped himself around me the second we hit the mattress and it seemed that he hadn't moved since. He was melded to me, every inch of his body touching mine. My head was pillowed on his bicep, his arm bent at the elbow and his fingers threaded through mine. His other arm was draped protectively over my hip, holding me tightly against him. And his cock - his fully erect, hard as steel cock - was pressed firmly into my rear.

He murmured something I couldn't quite make out, shifting behind me so his forehead pressed against the back of my head, and his warm breath sent a shiver down my spine. It wasn't supposed to be like this; so intimate, so comfortable. So easy. Not with Draco Malfoy. But the way he was wrapped around me, made me not want to leave the bed ever again.

But unfortunately the realities of being a human surfaced and nature called.

Pushing back the warm covers, I slid carefully out from his grip. He stirred, mumbled and then rolled to his back. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked back over my shoulder and smiled; Draco Malfoy looking so content, it was a sight to behold. His face was calm, the frown lines that were a constant between his brows were gone, and a tiny smile tugged at his lips. His hair was a mess, and he looked stunning.

I tip-toed across the cool floorboards and into the bathroom, wincing the ache in my well-used muscles. I quickly used the toilet, wincing again as my legs protested under my weight. I was tender and sore between my thighs, my hips and lower back ached, and yet despite the aches, the stirring in my belly signalled that I was ready to have him all over again.

Looking longingly at the shower, I wanted to sooth my aches with a blast of overly hot water, but Draco was all over my skin, and I didn't want to lose the masculine aroma just yet. I turned to the mirror and sucked in a breath when I saw my reflection; face rumpled, hair everywhere, and tiny bruises along my shoulders and chest that would have me completely covering up for the next week. I looked as though someone had spent the night screwing me senseless.

Imagine that.

Grinning, I grabbed a washcloth and ran it across my face and then attempted to calm my hair, dragging my fingers through it, snagging on the knots, and then gave up. I pulled my unruly locks into a loose ponytail and reached for my robe that was hanging by the door. I secured it around my waist and headed back through the door.

Draco was still asleep, snoring lightly. I paused at the foot of the bed, watching him for several minutes. As much as I wanted curl back up against him, I needed some space. I had no regrets about what had happened I just needed to sort out the thousand or so thoughts that were running through my head.

I headed down the stairs and quietly made coffee – it was definitely in order - hoping the sounds of the brewing percolator wouldn't wake him just yet, watching as the dark liquid dripped in a stream into the waiting pot. I closed my eyes, smiling, almost giddy, and let my mind wander.

Sex with Draco Malfoy had been...well, I finally understood what mind-blowing meant.

My fantasy had come to life when he shoved me against the wall, when he asked what I wanted, what I liked. And when he first touched me? Hoooo-boy.

It wasn't just that he had touched me, but he had been gentle, had been slow, had waited until I was ready before doing only what my hands had ever done before. And his voice murmuring in my ear the entire time his fingers were inside me? Well, it was no wonder that I had come so quickly the first time.

I sucked the corner of my lip between my teeth as the image in my mind changed, and I saw myself over him, riding him, sliding along the thick length of his cock, his hands on my hips, guiding me, his face a picture of unrestrained awe. I felt the same pull between my thighs when I thought about how he had allowed me to be in control, had allowed me to take what I needed. But at the same time he had been demanding and I had seen in his eyes his struggle to hold back his need to dominate and be in charge.

And truthfully, I wondered what that would be like; to be completely at the mercy of someone like Draco Malfoy. A small rush of excitement swirled in my stomach at the thought, a thought that both thrilled and terrified me. But even with the dark, possessive look in his eyes, Draco Malfoy had been the one to show me real intimacy, real adoration, real...no. I wouldn't let myself say that word. But his face had told me more than I had allowed myself to believe possible.

His shallow breaths when he first saw me naked; his expression while he was inside me; his touch; his murmured words.

He wanted me, and wanted me in a way that I hadn't expected. It wasn't just the sex, it was me. The way he had held me, the way he had asked if I was okay, the way I had woken with him curled possessively around me, had all taken me by surprise, and I had to admit that the thought of being with him made my heart skip. And it was a feeling that I hadn't had in a long time.

The coffee pot buzzed, pulling me from my reverie, but not pulling the smile from my face.

I wrapped my hands around the coffee mug, the warmth seeping into my hands, which I hadn't realised had grown cold. I flicked my hand at the fireplace, the flames instantly bursting to life and I grabbed a random book from the shelf as I walked past, curling myself onto the large couch. I needed to be quiet, to still my mind, not over think and not plan ahead. Just go with it was the mantra that slipped into my head.

Just go with it.

I smiled and sank deeper into the soft cushions, opening the book and losing myself in it.

I had been lounging on the sofa for about half an hour when Draco appeared at the bottom of the stairs, his face panicked, his breaths short.

"Good morning," I smiled at him.

"Shit, Granger," He huffed, "I thought you'd left."

"Um, this is my place, where would I go?" I frowned at him, "Besides, why would I leave?"

He shrugged, "Morning after regrets."

"No," I laughed, "No regrets."

He smiled and let out a breath, "Good."

My eyes raked down his body and I bit my lip. "You're very naked."

He looked down at himself, "So I am." He crossed over to me and gently prised the book I was reading from my hands. I watched as he carefully closed it and placed it on the coffee table beside the sofa. He laughed at my expression, "I don't have a death wish. I know how much you love books."

I reached up and pulled him towards me and kissed him. His hands rested on the back of the sofa either side of my head and he opened his mouth so I could slide my tongue against his.

"Good morning," He said when he pulled back, "Do you need more tea?"

"I made coffee."

"You don't drink coffee."

"I do today."

He smirked and made his way over to the kitchen, giving me the perfect view of his naked arse. I shifted in my place, leaning my back against the armrest, curling my knees to my chest and I watched him closely as he made fresh coffee, his eyes flicking occasionally to mine. He was lean and well defined, and he was clearly comfortable with his own nakedness.

"You're staring," He said.

"You're perfect." I replied and he laughed.

He filled his mug and made his way back over to me. He sat beside me, "So..."

"So..."

He looked back over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow at the window. "Looks like rain."

I chuckled, "Maybe."

"Whatever will we do today?"

I shrugged a shoulder, "I was quite content reading." I leaned over to retrieve my book and he grabbed my arm, stopping me.

"I can think of several other things that would be more...satisfying...than reading.

I smiled at him and then glanced at the door, "With our friends, I'm not sure that's wise."

"Yeah, you're probably right." He rubbed his hand across his jaw, "You're okay though?"

"I am," I nodded, "Really okay."

I met his eyes and we both grinned.

He sipped his coffee and then handed me his mug. I took a sip and peered at him across the top of the mug as he scratched his belly absently, and I remembered he was totally naked. My eyes flicked down to his lap, his flaccid cock was resting on his thigh and it was magnificent. It was a wonder I could even walk.

"Geez, Granger. Do I have to tell you again that my eyes are up here," He said breaking into my lusting thoughts.

"Cover up," I told him looking back up at him, "I can't talk to you when you're naked."

He looked down at himself and then back at me.

I rolled my eyes, "Smug much?"

"Sex siren much." He countered and pulled a cushion over his lap.

I felt my cheeks heat up. I actually wasn't sure what had come over me the previous night. I had never been so vocal, so wanton. I had always wanted to be, but had resigned myself to quiet, missionary sex and to only pleasing Ron. And then taking matters into my own hands - literally - when he'd fallen asleep straight after.

Last night had been some kind of awakening. I had discovered someone who didn't care if I needed to take charge; who didn't care if I took only what I needed; who didn't care that I simply wanted to be on top.

Suddenly all the sex conversations I'd been subjected to with Pansy and Ginny made sense. I'd never joined in with them, their discussions were something that I had never understood - never having been afforded anything more than ten minute sessions of mediocre sex once or twice a week. But Draco had proved them right. There was more to sex than just hard thrusting and loud groans and quick climaxes.

I wasn't so naive that I didn't realise that there was more, but rather stupidly I thought he would get better over time, that those first few times were something new and uncharted. But after a year and half, I realised that I was wrong. That nothing was going to change. But I also didn't believe that bad sex should end a relationship with someone that you were in love with, and you thought loved you back.

"I'm not usually like that." I said quietly.

"It wasn't an insult."

I looked up at him, not sure if he was playing with me. But the look in his eyes told me he wasn't.

"Granger, you were amazing." The hand touching my foot squeezed gently, "I wasn't prepared for you to be like that. I pictured you being quiet and little more reserved, maybe even a little prudish. But I have to say, I was pretty pleased that you weren't."

"I usually am," I murmured and lowered my eyes.

"Hermione?"

I shook my head and looked back up at him, "Sorry. Shouldn't have gone there."

He moved closer and took my hand, "Gone where?"

I ran the hand he wasn't holding across my forehead, "It doesn't matter."

But he wasn't having any of it. "If I did something-"

"No," I interrupted him, "No. It wasn't you. You were...I didn't know sex could be like that."

His eyes went wide and a smile crept across his face, but I held my hand up. "Draco, don't. I know last night I said he was an arse, but please, don't."

His smile dropped instantly, "Sorry. But I meant what I said. You were amazing. And I don't understand why you would think sex would be anything but amazing with you."

I took a deep breath. "Draco, there's probably some things we should discus before we go too much further with this." He nodded, but remained silent. "Ron cheated on me. And part of the reason he cheated was because of me."

"Hermione," he said cautiously, "I don't think that's true. Any guy would jump at the chance to be with you, he was crazy to cheat."

I shook my head and held his gaze with mine, "I don't want to get married, nor have a family, not yet anyway. I'm only twenty-five. I'm not ready for any of that."

His face twitched, but he managed to hold his surprise at my candidness in check. "You think that's that why he cheated?"

I shrugged. "For the whole last year we were together all we did was argue. He said he wanted children, wanted a big family, and I understood that, but I think he wanted us to get married as soon as we finished school and start a family right away. But I wanted to wait. I wanted to work and have a career, I wanted that for him too, and then when we were both ready, we could start a family, I didn't want to do it the opposite way around. It had always been a sore point with us."

Draco frowned, "So why did you stay together? Clearly you wanted different things."

"I don't really know," I admitted, "I think because of how we got together, we didn't realise that we weren't really suited. But I loved him and I thought he would wait." I paused, "I guess I couldn't have been more wrong."

He squeezed my hand and then grinned, asking me in his most innocent voice, "But that still doesn't explain why you think sex couldn't be amazing?"

I rolled my eyes, "You just want me to say he was rubbish in bed, don't you?"

"Am I an arse if I say yes?"

I looked at him for several long seconds, wondering just how much I should tell him, and decided that I was this far down the rabbit hole, I might as well drop to the bottom. "He was...um...not very adventurous."

Draco smirked, "Okay. That was very polite of you." He lifted my hand and kissed my fingers. He paused and looked thoughtfully at me before asking me cautiously, "If he wasn't very adventurous, why did he, um..?"

"Fuck that girl on his desk?"

"Yeah," He nodded and let out a small laugh, "After seeing you come down the stairs like you did last night, I don't get why he wouldn't want to do that with you."

"Truthfully, I don't know. I mean, I asked him to do stuff like that with me – have sex with me in his office, or on the couch or in the shower - but he would just get embarrassed and mumble that he wasn't into all that."

"Idiot," he mumbled under his breath, and then looked guiltily at me. "Sorry, but he is."

I tilted my head and took him in. Draco Malfoy, the boy who had lived to torment me at school. Draco Malfoy, the man who had shown me more in one night than Ron had shown me in six years. I smiled and squeezed his hand.

"Draco, last night? That was the first time I had ever had...um...with me on top," His eyes went wide and I nodded, and then the words just seemed to fall out of my mouth, "He never put his mouth on me like you did, not once, he barely even put his hands between my legs. He was never spontaneous, and never did – or wanted - anything more than missionary in a bed."

"Shit," he cursed quietly, "Hermione. I wish I would have known. I wouldn't have been so demanding with you."

I shook my head, "No, it was perfect. I loved how you were with me."

He cupped my jaw and ran his thumb across my cheek, "No. I should have taken my time, and been more careful, like I promised you I would. And I shouldn't have spoken to you like I did."

"If you would have taken any more time, we'd still be down there." I said pointing to the rug in front of the fire, "And after six years of being treated to five minutes of foreplay and ten minutes of sex, I liked you being demanding."

"Ten minutes? You're not serious?" He looked too stunned to rail on my former boyfriend's lack of sexual prowess.

"I am." I said with a shrug.

He pressed his fingers to his eyes and shook his head, "I'm-"

"Stop apologising," I said a little more harshly than I intended, "I want more in the bedroom."

He looked at me for a few beats, realising that I was serious, and then his smirk returned, "Well, if it's more you want..."His hand slid along my thigh pushing the bathrobe higher. He leaned over and the pillow slipped from his lap. My eyes betrayed me and looked down, he was half hard, and all we'd been doing was talking.

He was grinning at me when I finally looked up, "You don't believe that I'm not sitting here thinking about you naked under that robe, do you?"

"How do you know I'm naked?"

He crawled over me, his knees bracketing my hips, his cock growing longer and harder and pressing against my stomach. He tugged at the tie on my robe, smiling down at me as the cloth slipped away revealing my nakedness beneath.

He tipped his head in a quick nod and winked, "See. Naked."

I rolled my eyes and replied sarcastically, "Wow, you're a genius."

He laughed and smoothed his fingers from my collarbone to my navel. "Listen to me." He said, "You are smart and beautiful, and not wanting to be married, or start a family, was no reason for him to cheat. What he did wasn't – isn't – your fault. And just so you know, I'm not ready for any of that either - marriage, family - and since I'm almost a whole year younger than you, it might be a while before I am. Are you okay with that?"

"Yeah," I said nodding and then frowned, "I'm not a year older than you."

"That's what you got out of all of that?" He laughed.

"Sorry," I said with a grimace, "But really? A year?"

"I said almost a year older. And I mean it. I'm not ready for any of that." He leaned down and kissed me, "So that makes us perfect for each other."

"I suspected." I said and then whimpered as he moved his hand lower and found me wet – he'd not been the only one to be thinking naked thoughts. His mouth dropped to my throat and his fingers began moving in a way that I wasn't sure I would ever get used to.

He kissed me, and a small flicker of fear hit me. I put my hand on his chest, stopping him. "Draco?" I whispered, "You can't be with anyone else."

"I know." He said.

"Promise me," I begged. The suddenness of how serious this had become was overwhelming in its intensity and i had to hear the words from him, "Promise me there'll be no one else."

His face broke out into a huge smile and he gripped my hips, pulling me roughly towards him. I yelped; my back sliding from the armrest and landing on the soft cushions of the couch. He loomed over me, bracing his hands either side of my head, "I promise that there will be no one else. I promise you that I don't want to be with anyone else. I promise you that you now own me."

I reached between us and surrounded his cock with my hand, "I own you, huh? All of you?"

He nodded and peered down to look at my hand, "All of me."

"Hmm, well then…" I rubbed the tip of his cock across my clit before dragging him lower and pressing him against me.

He looked up at me; all of the colour had drained from his face. It wasn't the expression I was expecting.

"Draco?"

"Hermione, shit!" his eyes were wide with shock, "I came inside you."

I nodded slowly, "Yeah, you did. A few times if memory serves."

"I didn't use a condom." He pressed his fist to his mouth and swallowed, "Fuck! I'm so stupid. I've never forgotten in my life! I'm so sorry-"

"Stop." I told him, "Do you really think I would have let that happen if I didn't have it covered?"

He frowned down at me, and I sighed patiently.

"I'm on the pill." I said and almost laughed at his confused expression. "Muggle medicine that stops accidents happening."

"You take a pill and you don't get pregnant?"

I tilted my head and shrugged, "In a nutshell, yeah."

"But how-"

I pressed my fingers to his lips, "It works, leave it at that. Now," I reached between us again, "I think you were going to put this to good use."

He pursed his lips and grabbed my wrist, shooting me a sceptical look. "I don't see how a simple pill can do that."

I arched an eyebrow at him, "Don't you make a potion that does the same thing?"

He opened his mouth to speak, but snapped it shut. I smirked at him. Of course he made a contraceptive potion. He'd be insane not to.

"You're too fucking smart for your own good, Granger." His voice was deep and the dark stare that had bored into me in when he had loomed over me the previous night had returned making my stomach flip. He leaned down, brushed his lips against mine, and pinched my nipple "Maybe I should punish you."

My eyes went wide. "I, uh..."

His voice softened, "Maybe we could work up to that."

I swallowed, staring up at him. My experience was limited - I thought sex in a shower was out there - but what he was possibly suggesting was way beyond anything I had even dared to imagine.

"Do you trust me?" He asked, slipping his hand back between my legs, his fingers dancing over me, and all I could do was whimper and wonder not for the first time in the last twelve or so hours, how it was that I had lived without his hands. He pulled his hand away from me and I whined, "Hermione. Do you trust me?"

His eyes were boring into me as he waited for me to respond.

"Yes," I told him, "Yes. I trust you."

"I'm not into whips and chains," He said and chuckled at my sigh of relief, "I would never hurt you, or do anything you don't want, but," I shuddered as his hand landed a light slap to my clit making me groan, "I like to play rough."

I stared at him for a few beats and then smiled, "How rough?" I asked and tugged on his cock, squeezing hard.

He looked startled for a few seconds and then laughed, "You're too much, Granger." He kissed me again, his lips pressed against mine and pulled away, over and over, rough and urgent before his tongue forced its way through my lips.

I rocked against him, feeling the head of his cock slide through my soaked core. I spread my thighs wider and grunted, "Inside Draco...now!"

He shot me a cocky grin and wrenched my hand away, replacing it with his own. He rubbed the head of his cock in circles over my clit, "Is this what you want?"

I growled in frustration and dug my fingers into his hips, "Yes."

He pressed the head of his heavy length against my entrance, "Are you sure?"

"Draco!" I hissed and then groaned when he pushed into me. He held still when he was buried to the hilt, a fire growing within the grey depths of his eyes as he stared down at me. His pulse was hammering in his throat and the cocky grin had yet to leave his face.

I needed him to move, the ache of having him completely still between my thighs was almost unbearable. I rolled my hips, but he dropped his full weight over me and held me in place. I choked out a sobbing sound and gripped his hips harder. "Draco, please."

"You're perfect," He said and I swallowed. "You always have been."

I felt a tear slide down my cheek and he kissed it away. I didn't think it would feel this good, or this easy. He talked to me like we were old friends; made love to me like we'd been doing it for years; and now he was telling me I was perfect. It was too much. One night together and I was already shattering from the inside.

My eyes fluttered closed. I couldn't look at him for fear I would admit feelings that I wasn't yet able to understand. I was shocked that I felt this way about him; it was something I had never expected to feel, not about him in any case. And not so soon after the end of what I thought was my forever.

His mouth dropped to my neck, sucking at my skin and kissing along my shoulder. He moved his hips; a slow slide out of me that was almost painful in its intensity, and then back in again. "Can you feel that?" He whispered, "Can you feel what you do to me?"

What I did to him? Was he serious? He was currently turning my brain to mush, and he wanted to know if I knew what I was doing to him?

"I'm not doing anything," I managed to say and he pressed his mouth over my heart.

"Yes you are," He murmured, slowly rolling his hips in a manner that was close to torture, "You've wrecked me. You've made it impossible for me to want anyone else. I want you, and only you."

I gasped as he hit a sensitive spot deep inside me, "You have me."

He buried his face in my neck, his entire weight pressing down on me, and reached back to pull my thighs higher along his ribs and rocked his hips into me.

For a fleeting moment, my heart stuttered. The thought of someone catching us fucking on the couch crossed my mind, and I instantly wanted to tell him to stop, that we shouldn't do this here, that we should be in the bedroom, with the door closed. But that was just Ron in my mind. In the part of my mind that he had managed to brainwash into believing that sex outside the bedroom was wrong.

I wrapped my arms around Draco's shoulders, clinging to him, and realised that if our friends did happen to arrive unannounced, I didn't care. It wouldn't bother me if someone saw this, if someone saw how he was over me, how he was losing himself in me, how I was already lost in him.

The thought should have terrified me.

But it didn't.

It just made me smile.

"So, is this another first for you?"

We were in the shower and I had my back to him. I knew it was ridiculous considering what we had already done, but I felt the blush rise all the way from my chest to my cheeks. I looked over my shoulder at him, "Why do you ask?"

He tilted his head to the side and widened his eyes, "Because you're standing over there, and the water is over here." He pointed above his head.

"It's that obvious, huh?"

"You're beautiful, don't hide from me." He said and reached over, turning me to face him and pulling me towards him. I placed my hand on his chest, wincing at the sudden movement. "Don't worry, I don't plan on fucking you in here," His hand slipped gently between my legs and I winced again, sucking in a harsh breath, "Not yet anyway, you're far too sore."

"Good," I said and let out a slightly shaky breath as he moved his hand away.

"Good?" He asked, pushing my now wet hair back over my shoulders.

"Yeah, good," I said stopping his hands from moving the wash cloth down my body. Sore was an understatement. Three times last night and twice this morning had me feeling like I had been pummelled by a jack-hammer. "My vagina can't take another pounding right now."

His eyes widened for a beat, "Ah, okay then." He said and handed me the wash cloth, shaking his head and laughing.

I grimaced. I was sure that his head was spinning from the stark contrast of me being embarrassed to be naked in the shower with him to the verbal diarrhoea that seemed to spew from me at any given moment.

Taking a breath, I told myself that his hands and mouth had touched every inch of me, that I had been naked on top of him, that he had been inside me. Being naked in a shower was pretty mild compared to all of that.

I slowly relaxed, and with Draco chatting so casually with me, I decided that this was something else that I knew I would need to do every day with him. It felt comfortable to be completely naked with him in the small space. It was comforting to feel his arm or leg bump against me as we shampooed and washed.

"So I was thinking," I said as I ducked my head under the water to rinse my hair, "Your job offer..."

"Hmm," he hummed, "What about it?"

"Were you serious, or were you just trying to get into my pants?"

"Both," he said with a shrug, "I was successful in the latter."

"How would you feel if you were successful in the former?"

"Are you saying yes?"

I smiled.

It had come as a surprise to many that I had chosen the path that I had. Everyone had expected me to go into The Ministry in a political role, that one day I might even be The Minister of Magic, but that had never held any interest to me. I had actually enjoyed Professor Sprout's classes at Hogwarts, and I had enjoyed studying with Neville when no one else would. And in studying with him, I had discovered his enthusiasm for all things nature, and that enthusiasm had rubbed off on me.

But as much as I had benefited from the settlement, I still needed a job. And I needed a job where I no longer dreaded running into Ronald Weasley. A job where I could be hidden away and not be the subject of stares, and gossip, and pitying looks. I needed a job where I could do what I loved. And Draco, Blaise and Pansy had offered me that.

I had worked closely with Pansy and Blaise while I had been at The Ministry and I almost knew the entire way that they ran their company, so the shift wouldn't be such a massive change. But during my time at The Ministry, I had been working with Neville as a part of a large team. Now I would be running an entire department on my own.

It was my dream job.

"I'm saying yes."

He stood blinking at me.

"Draco?"

"You're saying yes?" He looked dumbfounded, "Yes to working with us?"

"Yes."

His face broke into a wide grin, he grabbed my face and closed his mouth over mine in a bruising kiss. My nipples hardened instantly, almost painfully, and I wondered how much it would hurt if he took me gently.

But the thought disappeared as instantly as it came.

"Are you two finished shagging yet?" Ginny's voice yelled as she thumped her fist against the bathroom door. "We brought lunch."

I groaned and looked longingly at his erect cock.

"It might be good that they're here," Draco grabbed my rear and hauled me tight against him, letting me feel his erection against my belly, "Your vagina will think so anyway."

I snorted and wrapped my hand around his cock, "It seems a shame to waste this." I moved to drop to my knees, but he grabbed my shoulders, stopping me.

"No," he said firmly, his eyes blazing, "The first time you do that to me will not be a quickie in the shower while our friends are waiting down stairs. You will take your time, and," He traced my lips with his finger, "You will be a good girl while I fuck your mouth."

The look in his eyes set my heart racing. I shot him a sly grin and I closed my lips around his nipple, biting down gently. He sucked in a harsh breath and I stepped back.

"That's too bad," I told him, stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around me, "Because I was thinking that you might have liked a little pain with your pleasure."

I winked at him over my shoulder, and his mouth dropped open as I walked out of the room.

A/N:

I'm not sure just how often I have to say 'Thank You,' but I'll let you all know that I say it every day. I am so appreciative that this is being received so amazingly well.