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Chapter Five:

BPOV

Friday I spend with Mrs. Beagle. She is my very favorite client, a young soul in an elderly woman's body. She doesn't drive any more so once a week I take her to all her appointments, cook enough food to save and eat throughout the next week, and mainly be a companion. Mrs. Beagle is one of those feisty old ladies who to look at you'd expect would want to discuss knitting or Wheel of Fortune, but in reality her mind is sharp as a tack and prefers topics like hot button social issues, who just got kicked off Survivor, or her personal favorite, my love life.

"We had a little fight last night," I tell her over tea in the parlor of the McMansion she inherited from husband number three. It is the largest home I've ever been in besides the time Charlie took me and Jake to Washington DC and we toured the White House, Mount Vernon, and Monticello. I was very relieved to learn when Mrs. Beagle hired me that she employed a separate agency for housekeeping.

"What did he do to piss you off this time?" she asks, excited for some juicy man bashing. Edward and I don't fight often but Mrs. Beagle always loves to hear about a good struggle of wills.

"It was my fault this time, I'm afraid. Edward brought up the issue of wanting children and I sort of panicked. I blew off him off for a day and a half because I had no idea what to tell him. And then when we did talk I couldn't give him a straight answer."

Mrs. Beagle will surely understand, she remained childless through three marriages. I expect her to reply but she's just sipping her tea, waiting for me to continue rambling. She's figured out that's how to get the most details out of me.

"Our one year anniversary is coming up and I'm worried about what that milestone means to him. I'm so happy the way things are. I'm not sure I want our lives to change, ever. I know that sounds selfish. It just felt like if I admitted I did want kids, Edward would consider the matter set in stone. He's like that, once he makes a decision it's almost impossible to change course. And he can be very... controlling."

I've told Mrs. Beagle a lot about my relationship with Edward but nothing concerning the club or how we like to have sex. Well, not the BDSM sex. Sometimes I give her tidbits of information in regards to the times when it's just making love. She says she's living vicariously through me since her lady parts have long since retired.

"You're undecided then? About having a family?" she asks.

"Yes. No. I'm not undecided about Edward. I want to marry him," I say, more certain of that decision than any other I've made in my life. "But he wants me to be sure that I'll have a child with him someday. We're at an impasse because I can't guarantee him that I will. A year ago he wasn't even considering kids and now it's like all he can think about. He's acting like having a family is the only way to be happy. You didn't have children, Mrs. B, and you've still had a great life."

She looks at me strangely and then sets down her cup. "I couldn't have children, Bella. There's a difference. I thought Stanley might have been shooting blanks but then when it didn't happen with Arthur either I realized it had to be me. We accepted that and found other ways to make our lives fulfilling. But look at me now, old and alone with all this money; this big empty house. And it's been this way for me for fifteen years now."

I don't know what to say. It never occurred to me Mrs. Beagle had no children for any reason other than not wanting them.

"If you love that man, Bella, I suggest you think long and hard about what you want from life. If you and Edward want to marry, concentrate on careers, and travel the world then that's what you should do. But believe me, twenty years from now you might start to feel lonely even though you have each other."

"I do think about having kids. But then I panic and worry I'll be a terrible mother. I'm an only child, Mrs. B; I have no idea what to do around them," I confess quietly. Why can I tell Mrs. Beagle exactly what I'm thinking but not my boyfriend? I know I'm afraid he'll be disappointed in me.

It's hard to explain to her why I feel this way without going into details about our lifestyle. I worry that Rose was right the other day. How could two people continue sharing a life like Edward and I have, like Rose and Emmett have, and also be parents? We couldn't perform at the club anymore, that's for sure. I know that's why Rose is so terrified of settling down. She's comfortable with who she is as a person and doesn't want to change.

"You're a wonderful person, Bella, so attentive and patient with me. You'll make a wonderful mother."

"I didn't have the best role model growing up. Renee took off when I was little and even now that I'm grown she only talks to me on birthdays and Christmas."

"That is too bad for her. She's missing out on what a sweet, wonderful daughter she has," she replies smiling at me. I can't help but return it with a grin of my own.

"Thanks, Mrs. B. I know I need to admit my fears to Edward and hope he understands, it's just difficult to talk about with him."

She pats my knee affectionately. "My older sister has four children and I watched her struggle over the years raising them. It's not an easy job, but I promise you'll never regret having a child to love. Dealing with kids, teenagers, that's something you'll learn how to do gradually as they grow. Remember, kids come into this world needing only food, love, and diapers. And these days if you don't know how to do something, just gagle it."

"You mean, google it," I reply smirking.

"Yes, whatever. If he truly loves you, he'll understand and give you the time you need. You're still so young, dear."

"Thank you, Mrs. B."

"Glad to be of assistance. And now tonight you can go home and have fabulous make up sex!" she adds.

I blush thinking about tonight. We'll be having sex alright... in the Coming Attractions theater with twenty some members watching us. Probably not what Mrs. Beagle has in mind, but this is what we do. Maybe it will remind Edward of how important this part of our lives is for both of us. How would a baby fit into that picture? No one wants to see a submissive covered in stretch marks! And I absolutely could not perform with a baby belly. That is just wrong on so many levels.

After leaving Mrs. Beagle around 6 o'clock I head home and immediately turn on the news. Edward's charming, handsome face appears and I smile. I've missed him all day. It's less lonely here in our home during the evenings when I can at least be with him through the television. I can see a difference in his features tonight and wonder if it's noticeable to others. There's a slight downturn to his lips and when he smiles it doesn't light up his face as much as usual. Subtle differences overlooked by anyone who hasn't studied Edward Cullen as closely as I have. I hate knowing I'm the one who has him distraught. I want to make Edward happy and it hurts to not be able to give him a real answer. I don't want to risk losing what we have but I can't help having reservations.

"I am only 24 years old. I deserve a little more time, surely!" I say to the television.

"The police currently have no suspects related to the robbery," is all that he replies.

Fine, we will discuss this later, I think to myself. Beanie is sitting at my feet patiently waiting for food and a walk so I push my argument with Edward to the back of my mind and focus on what I need to get done before it's time to leave for Coming Attractions.

Alice and Jasper will be there tonight so I'll have to remember to ask Alice about what she will do once she gets pregnant. How does she plan to handle being both a submissive and mother? I can imagine Jasper being relieved when Alice stops pestering him about sexual experimentation in their bedroom. I'm sure morning sickness is powerful enough to slow down even Alice Hale!

Edward and Alice met a few years ago at the club and he was the one to introduce her to Jasper. Like Jacob, Jasper didn't have a favorable opinion of BDSM at first. He was less than thrilled to learn not only his cousin, but sister too were experimenting with D/s play and exhibitionism. But his attraction to Alice was unavoidable and over the first months of their relationship he progressed from resentful to vaguely interested in participating in order to please her. The dynamics of their relationship are still a mystery to me, but somehow they make it work. Maybe she'll have some insight for me.

They are already at the club when I arrive and I'm so excited to have them there. Jasper's opened up a little to hanging out with us but still refuses to step foot inside the theater. I can understand I suppose; at least Alice has made more headway with him than I have with Jake or Angela. They both prefer the blissful ignorance solution. Bella's not available to hang out Friday nights because... she must be doing her taxes, washing her hair, cleaning the bathrooms!

I squeeze into the booth they're occupying and help myself to a mozzarella stick. "Hey guys!" I greet cheerily. I'm always in a good mood on Friday nights.

"Hey little lady, where's your man?" Jasper replies.

I smirk and finger the new collar around my neck. Tonight's the first time I've worn it here. "It's still early for him. I'll have to go back to our dressing room in a few minutes and get ready. I figured you'd be more comfortable if I stopped by to say hello before changing into my sub clothes."

I'm not sure if Jasper knows that "sub clothes" means my collar and a thong, but he nods as if he does. "Thanks."

"So Bella!" Alice says enthusiastically. "Do you have any idea what Edward has planned for you tonight?"

My brows rise in suspicion. "No, do you?" Alice is seasoned enough to know a Dom never tells his sub what he has planned for a scene.

She smiles wide. "Of course," she says smugly. "It was my idea." This surprises me. Alice is Edward's closest confidant and I know they talk frequently; but what surprises me is Edward needing help coming up with material for a scene. "Don't look so worried, Bella. You'll love it, I promise."

"Are you going to come watch?"

Alice looks over at Jasper who proceeds to give her a glare that says no way in hell is that happening. She turns back to me and shakes her head. "Not this time, but we'll be here when you get back."

"What's the matter, Jazz? You don't want to see my ta-ta's?" I tease, giving him a little lip pout.

Jasper's face turns red and he laughs awkwardly. "No, Darling. It's Edward's manhood I'm trying to avoid."

Alice rolls her eyes and giggles. "Rose is going to hang out with us soon anyway."

"Fine, have it your way," I reply glancing at the time on my cell phone. Edward will be here soon. "I'm going to go back and get ready. See you in a bit!"

In the dressing room I strip out of my street clothes and step into a little black thong I've chosen for this evening. It's soft leather and matches my new collar. I wonder if Edward will make any mention of the collar during the scene. I hope he does. I spend a few minutes sitting in front of the mirror applying light makeup and fixing my hair into a tight ponytail. A look at the clock tells me it's time to take my place on stage. I see Edward as soon as I exit the dressing room. He's backstage too, talking with one of the bouncers. His eyes flicker over to me as I walk by and he stares me down without pausing his conversation. I give him a quick smile as I pass.

The lights are dimmed to almost complete darkness as I walk onstage and kneel on the yoga mat laid out for me. The mat is placed almost center stage, where Edward must want to begin the scene. It's darker on stage than in the audience so I take a few minutes to collect myself before I become the center of attention. I love these quiet moments before the scene begins when the club members in the audience are still walking around to find empty seats, whispering to one another, and anticipating the start to the performance as much as I am. I close my eyes and try to regulate my breathing. A few long drags of fresh air and I mentally push Edward and Bella out of my mind and focus on submitting to my master.

Gentle light bathes my closed eyelids and I know we're about to begin. My almost nude body is surely the focal point for everyone seated before me. Another agonizing minute passes before the sound of Edward's bare feet can be heard behind me.

"You look beautiful tonight, pet," he says smoothly. My heart begins to thump faster as it always does when Edward and I play. It's a reaction to his dominance that hasn't waned in the many months we've been together.

His hand cups my cheek affectionately. He's standing behind me, close enough for me to feel the soft denim of his jeans brush against my back. "Stand and walk to the chair. I want you seated with arms at your sides," he instructs.

The chair is wooden with a lacquer finish like you would find in a kitchen. The seat is cold under my behind as I sit down. Edward positions my arms back, squaring my shoulders and forcing my spine to straighten against the back of the chair. He has soft red rope in one hand and I know what he's going to do. My eyes strain to make out faces in the darkness of our audience while Edward meticulously wraps the rope around my arms, across my torso, and knots it tightly to the chair. He secures my wrists to the wooden spindles on either side of the chair back. The bondage ropes crisscross my body in an intricate pattern below and in between my breasts. I am rendered completely immobile.

He steps in front to admire his work and I'm careful not to raise my eyes to his face. I imagine him smirking at me though. His hands then graze up my thighs and slowly tug on the panties until they slide down my legs. He opens me wide and I wrap my ankles around the front legs of the chair. Two of his fingers tease over my mound and quickly slip into the wetness hidden beneath. I moan softly at the gentle way he caresses the sensitive flesh of my pussy. He's leaning over me with his free hand resting on the back of the chair. His face is close to mine and I breathe in the familiar scent of his aftershave/cologne combo. I can feel myself growing increasingly wetter as the pad of Edward's thumb is rubbing light circles over my clit and his fingers are plunging deliciously deeper into my center.

Too soon, just when he knows I need him to keep going, Edward straightens and walks away to his table of toys. My eyes are still cast down to the floor but when his feet reappear in front of me so does the leather pad of his flogger. My stomach does flips in anticipation. Edward, my master, is going to flog me while tied to this chair! He presses the leather tip to the top of my right foot and slides it up my leg to the apex of my thighs. He taps them lightly, silently requesting that I spread my legs further. Oh my.

"Keep your ankles around the legs of the chair, Isabella, and don't move them. Keep your legs spread wide. That's it," he says firmly.

Edward pulls something red from his pocket and just as I'm recognizing it as a blind fold; he's securing the silky fabric over my eyes. I love it when he blindfolds me on stage. Something about not being able to see but knowing I'm being seen by others makes me so aroused.

The first biting slap of the flogger hits my inner thigh. A gasp escapes my lips and then I groan as the affected patch of skin warms from the impact. Whoosh! Master's hand moves through the air again landing another slap to the other thigh followed by a few in rapid successions inching closer to my sex. I want him, no… correction; need him to make contact with my pussy. My body being bound and blindfolded makes me feel like Edward is torturing me for information. Even if I knew what he wanted there's a good chance I wouldn't tell. His preferred method of torture is too sweet.

"You look like you want more, my naughty little pet. Is that correct?"

I bite my lower lip in an attempt to hold in a low throaty moan. "Yes, I want it, Master. Please."

Edward's hand passes lightly over my breasts, trussed up by the ropes and nipples painful erect.

"Where, Pet?"

"Between my legs, Master," I pant. "And my breasts."

I sense him move behind me and seconds later each nipple is whacked hard by the flogger. His hands quickly cover my tender breasts and kneed them gently. Master's lips are on my neck and I can't help the embarrassingly long moan that escapes my lips. His mouth reaches the shell of my ear and as his tongue darts out to trace it I feel his right hand fall away from my chest. He must be gripping his weapon of choice again; the sound of it whipping through my air is all the warning I get before it makes contact with my open, exposed pussy. Once, twice, three times. The stings are painful but I take them in strides, knowing it's caused more arousal than actual pain. I feel my muscles coiling up. A few more slaps like those and I'll be coming all over this chair.

Edward must be able to sense how close I am. After these months of scening together he can pick up on every cue my body offers. I remember one of the first times I watched him scene with Jessica and noticing how attuned he was to her body. Intense jealousy washed over me and I would have given anything to have Edward know my body half as well as he obviously knew hers. Sometimes I still can't believe my good fortune that he is all mine now.

"I want you to come now, Isabella," Master instructs bringing me back to the brink of release. It feels like he's circling my body as pings of pain from his flogger reign down on the side swell of my breast, one thigh, then the other, each erect nipple, ending with one final whack against my clit. He shouts, "Now" as the blow pushes me off the cliff and I come fast and hard. My head falls forward as I instinctively try to move my arms. I can't of course, and the reminder of how I must look to our spectators only prolongs the intense climax.

Edward quickly pulls the blindfold off my eyes and I squint to adjust to the light. I'm surprised to find the stage more illuminated than earlier and the audience even darker. They're out there, hidden in the shadows as I pant and struggle out of my orgasmic haze.

Carefully, Master unties me and rubs his hands over my skin. I can see pink lines wherever the ropes touched me. I know how much Edward loves to see this faint reminder of his possession. So do I.

"Walk over to the bed, Isabella. I'm going to take you now, on hands and knees," he says casually.

I wobble a little as I stand but Edward is there to grip my elbow. He knows I have balance issues. Once I'm situated in position over the bed, Master does something that surprises me. He hooks a long braided rope through the bedpost and clips the ends to my collar on either side. There's enough slack that I don't feel unsafe but at the same time he's further limited my range of motion. I'm overjoyed Edward has drawn attention to my new collar; and this position makes me feel more owned by him than ever before.

"I hope you're ready for me, pet. I want to take you hard and fast," Edward growls.

"Yes, Master," I whisper.

I feel his cock sliding in cautiously even though there's really no need. I'm more than ready for him. Once he's all the way in Master realizes just how slick I am and he starts thrusting in earnest. I've always enjoyed being fucked from behind and the restriction around my neck only increases the pleasure of this position. I'm jolted forward as his cock pushes deeper and deeper inside me, filling me in the most satisfying way. The chains on my collar prevent me from getting too far away from him. I lower my weight onto my forearms allowing Master a new and even better angle.

He groans in response. "That's right, my dear, relax that pussy for me. Let me in."

I have no problem with that, relaxing the muscles in my groin as best I can and enjoying the bumpy ride. It doesn't take long for Master and I to both get to the point where climaxing is imminent. I clench around his big beautiful cock so he knows I'm close. He gives me permission to come and we fall over the edge together, screaming and panting uncontrollably.

This is the part where I typically collapse on the bed or table top, completely sated and drained, but the chained collar prevents me from resting my head on the bed. I can't fight sagging to one side regardless and the leather bites into the skin on my neck. Edward emerges from his orgasmic fog and quickly releases me. He plants a soft wet kiss between my shoulder blades as I fall against the mattress.

"Thank you, dear," he says before getting off the bed just as the curtains close.

I need a minute to gather my strength and when I finally sit up Edward is there to guide me to our dressing room. Fifteen minutes of deliciously tender aftercare comes next and far too soon it's time to face our friends and fellow club members out front.

I follow Edward out to the main room of the club and see Rose is sitting with Alice and Jasper. I notice Emmett is nowhere nearby and wonder if he's busy working or purposely avoiding Rosalie. They're seated in a four person booth and as we approach the table I assume Edward will get a chair from an empty table to stick at the end. Instead, he sits down next to Jasper and leaves me standing there awkwardly, wondering if he wants me to pull up my own seat.

"Kneel, pet," he says softly taking my hand in his and guiding me down to the carpeted floor by his side. I fold down into my waiting position, humbled and aroused. I'm wearing a low cut tank top and jeans so kneeling here is not as much a spectacle as Edward could have made it. My hair is still pulled back in a pony tail making the new collar more visible. Even after an hour of performing and two orgasms this simple act of submission has my body humming with delight.

"I've kept an eye out on the theater door the past hour," Rosalie says to Edward. "I haven't seen your admirer."

She's talking about Catie! I'm relieved to know that woman isn't at the club tonight, though it might be good for her to see me here with Edward, submitting to him in public. Perhaps Edward is exerting a more formal dominance over me this evening just in case Catie were to show up.

"I didn't see her in the audience either," Edward confirms. "Doesn't look like she's here tonight."

"The guys all said she looked familiar but not someone who's been around in a while," Rose continues. "There's no one in our system with the name Catie, but that could always be an alias or variation of her name. We've had a lot of Kate's with a "K" over the years."

"How can this woman be so obsessed with you and no one even know who she is?" Alice questions.

From the corner of my eye it looks like Edward shrugs. "I have no idea," he admits. His voice gives away his frustration and I see his foot tapping nervously on the floor.

"If you ever played with her you'd remember, wouldn't you?" she asks.

"I don't know, Tink. I'd like to think I can recall every woman I've ever... been with. It's more likely she's just seen me perform and wishes she could be part of it."

Rose chuckles. "We still occasionally get women who offer to sub for you, Cuz. I explain to them you don't take substitutes anymore and so far they've all accepted that."

"Are you sure you'd remember every pretty blonde you fucked on stage, Edward?" Alice presses.

"Alice," Jasper says her name in warning.

"I'm asking a legit question!" Alice defends herself. "Don't you remember the Great Mono Debacle two years ago? Jessica was home sick for two months and every week you had to scramble to get fill-ins for her."

I cringe thinking about how many women Edward's actually been with. He's always avoided telling me the exact number but I know after a while he started being more selective with partners because the numbers he was racking up were even starting to skive him out. He's afraid to tell me too much about his past, and that makes me less desiring to hear about it.

"Sorry, Bella," Alice adds sympathetically, addressing me for the first time since we came to sit with them. I'm careful not to respond. I have so much to say it's nearly impossible to act nonchalant and obedient. She continues with her theory.

"I'm just saying, my gut feeling is this woman is someone who's had a taste of Master Cullen and wants more. Maybe she was waiting patiently in line to sub for you again when whamo! Bella swooped in and stole your heart, leaving her to always wonder what could have been."

"You make it sounds like a damn movie script," Jasper complains.

Rose laughs out loud at Alice's vision. No doubt she's harboring some of those feelings herself. She's always felt like Edward was her missed opportunity since he's the most experienced and sought after Dominant at the club. Too bad for her about that pesky bloodline they share...

"So whoever this Catie person is, she must have been a club member at some point, but isn't using a name that's ever been registered," Rose recounts ticking off the items on her fingertips, "and is currently keeping a safe distance."

"And craving Eddie's cock so bad she's gone psycho," Emmett adds walking up to the table.

Edward and Jasper groan simultaneously and it makes Emmett snicker. I feel Edward's hand reach out to caress the back of my neck and I wonder who he's trying to comfort more, him or me?

Emmett greets everyone at the table before turning back to Edward. "Dude, there's a guy over there who said he talked to you last week about training. I told him I'd do it and we're gonna start next week but he still wants to talk to you again. Should I send him over?"

Edward looks in the direction Emmett's pointing and from the corner of my eye I see him nodding in recognition of the man. "Right, Gabe," he says. "Yeah, send him over."

Emmett gestures in the man's direction and then excuses himself. "I need to get back to work. I'll see you all later. Talk to you after closing, Rosie?" he asks nervously.

"Yeah, okay," Rosalie concedes quietly.

Seconds after Emmett leaves us I sense Gabe and his submissive approaching. The blonde woman, Sandra I think her name is, quietly drops to her knees besides Gabe mimicking my stance. I suppress an eye roll from the bottle job overachiever. Edward's hand stays possessively at the base of my neck.

"Hi, Mr. Cullen," Gabe greets. "I ah, set up my training session with Emmett just like you suggested since I uh, know you said you don't do that anymore..." Gabe seems more nervous than the first time he spoke with Edward and I find it emasculating. Doms are supposed to be strong and confident. This guy is going to give Emmett a real challenge. "But my girl and I really love your technique so I was hoping you might be interested in something else in lieu of a personal training session."

"What is it you have in mind, Gabriel?" Edward asks.

"I want to offer to pay for a private show. You know, just me and Sandra watching. If I can't learn from you directly, I thought how awesome it would be to experience an up close performance."

Edward clears his throat, slightly flustered by Gabe's outlandish proposition. At least I feel that way. No wonder he was anxious to approach Edward tonight. I don't recall any performers ever offering private shows here before although I know it does happen a lot between members outside the club.

"What do you think Rose? Could you even charge them for something like that?" Edward asks shocking the shit out of me. I'm very surprised he's entertaining this idea considering he put a stop to training because in interfered with our monogamy. An intimate performance sounds more like a foursome to me. Would Gabe get grabby while Edward and I performed?

Apparently Edward's cousin is just as taken aback as I am. "Um, yeah, I dunno," Rose replies awkwardly. "I'm going to have to check with Mr. Jenks about the rules for accepting money."

"I'll tell you what, Gabe. Let me discuss it with Rose and Mr. Jenks and I'll get back to you in a few days."

Excuse me, how about discussing this with Bella!

Gabe seems pleased with Edward's answer. "Cool, thanks man. It would be so awesome if you would do this for us. Just name your price. Would you be using Isabella, or...?"

Fuck this. I am about two seconds from standing up and giving this guy a piece of my mind. Of course he's using Isabella! Does Gabe not see me kneeling here? Wearing a collar that matches the bracelet on Edward's wrist!

"Isabella is my submissive, and I don't share. No exceptions," Edward states flatly.

"No, that's good. I mean, we want you to use Isabella. Well, not use... you know what I mean," Gabe rambles.

"Alright then," Edward says dismissively. "I'll touch base with management and let you know."

Gabe thanks Edward and once he turns to leave the table Sandra looks over at me smiling triumphantly. He hasn't said yes yet, I think to myself as she stands and follows Gabriel.

"Are you really going to do a private show, Edward?" Alice asks excitedly.

"I don't know why Jason's never suggested scheduling them before. He arranges them for himself all the time. It could turn into a big draw for members," Rose muses.

Jasper surprises all of us by offering his own two cents. "Even I'd consider watching a performance if there wasn't anyone else in the room. It would be so much more intimate and I wouldn't be embarrassed about having so many people around."

Alice face breaks into a huge grin. "Oh, baby, you just got me so hot right now! Are you serious?"

Jazz blushes, probably wishing he'd waited until his sister wasn't sitting across from him to share his thoughts. "Yeah, I could be convinced. As long as it isn't Edward and Bella! Maybe another couple you're always trying to get me to go see."

"I'm going to hold you to that. So Edward?" Alice asks again.

"I'll have to discuss with Isabella and then run it by Jenks but it is an intriguing idea. And I agree it might be a good direction for the club too," he says.

It's about time he brings me into this conversation, even though I'm technically not allowed to respond at the moment. I can't help smiling when Edward finally admits it's our decision. Truth be told, everyone's enthusiasm has awakened an eagerness inside me to give it a try. I've never doubted Edward's judgment before. And the idea of being watched in any capacity has proved to turn me on. I think back to the play party Edward and Jenks organized and how much fun it was to scene here in the club, so much closer and more intimate a setting than up on stage.

The consensus at the table seems to be that private performances could be a refreshing new direction for Coming Attractions. So depending on what Mr. Jenks has to say, Edward and I may very well be conducting the first one here for Gabe and Sandra.

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