A/N: Sorry for the long wait! But I thank you tremendously for the support so far. I hope you enjoy this chapter =)

The searing water was almost numbing against his skin. The steam filled the bathroom like a sauna and yet all he could do was stand still… lost in thought. He was lucky. Damon Salvatore deemed himself one lucky bastard. With all the shit he's pulled throughout his undead and regular life, he was surprised that he was given the opportunity to even speak the word. But as to the why he was lucky, didn't just come with his good looks, amazing physique, and his ability to cheat death. No, his reasoning for the word was sound asleep in the bed they were sharing, as they embarked on a mini road trip throughout the states.

Bonnie Sheila Bennett.

He and Bonnie had been away from Mystic Falls for the last 10 days, and even though she was still experience a few side effects from the necromancy spell, he had never really seen her so peaceful and relaxed. Sometimes he saw it in her when they were trapped in their 1994 prison world, but these moments were different. These moments he would cherish.

Well, let him reiterate, he would cherish her. He wouldn't cherish the location they were currently at, and had been at for the last seven days. Bonnie decided their first destination would be some cattle ranch in the outskirts of Montana. Granted, that wouldn't have been his first choice, but he was happy to oblige because the little witch had a thing for horses. He was just frustrated because three days was supposed to be their maximum amount spent at any location, and then they would continue on their journey to somewhere else.

Boy, had he been wrong.

She took a liking to the B&B owner, the green open fields, and the sunsets…even though she could see said sunsets absolutely anywhere. And because of all that, she kept giving him excuses as to why they should stay a little longer. All he knew was that if she wasn't ready to go by tomorrow, he would scoop her up, place her in his car, and get the hell out of doge….while she was sleeping of course. He didn't need any of her witchy migraines.

It wasn't that he necessarily disliked the place, but the bugs were out of this world annoying, even if he were a vampire, the bright and shiny people, who smiled at everything and everyone, was getting on his absolute nerve, and everyone seemed to want to be in your business. Let's also not mention the reason why he had been in the shower for over an hour, scrubbing himself raw.

After he helped the owner, this morning, with some of her daily tasks, he fell in horse manure. Even with his quick reflexes, it still didn't stop him from plummeting face first in animal shit. And beyond all that, her little nuisance children wouldn't stop laughing at him.

Another thirty minutes later, after using up all the hot water, he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. His phone vibrating pulled him out of his thoughts and he didn't have to look at the caller id to know who it was.

Elena.

Again.

He hadn't taken any of her calls or answered her text messages since he began this trip, and he hadn't planned on starting now. Actually, the only person he stayed in communication with was his brother, and that was just because he didn't want him to worry or go on some lifelong mission to search for him. He was just grateful that Stefan was giving him and Bonnie the space they needed.

The last time they talked, which was about a day ago, he informed him that they were still going through the motions of Blondie turning her humanity back on, Alaric and Jo were going to get hitched, and were apparently having twins, go figure, and that there haven't been in sightings of Kai. That was all he really needed to know right now, because his main focus was on himself and making sure Bonnie didn't hurt herself. They both needed this break.

Leaving the bathroom and walking out into the room they shared, for a moment, all he could do was stare at Bonnie, who was still sound asleep. The sunlight was trying to peak its way through the closed curtains, and when a hint of it touched her skin, it provided a glow among her skin. She was so damn beautiful it was almost difficult to look at her some days.

Apart of him wanted to wake her up with his tongue between her legs, but he knew that she needed to rest. Every day and night since they shared their first time together, shockingly against his car, it was hard for them to keep their hands off of each other. He knew if he were human, he would have been worn out, so he was surprised that Bonnie wasn't. For the most part, it was her waking him up in the middle of the night, kissing along parts of his skin that he didn't even know were pleasurable spots, until her mouth touched them. Who knew his little Bennett witch had a voracious appetite that almost surpassed his own.

Let's just say, the part about not waking her became nonexistent as he slowly crawled on the bed like a lion stalking its prey. The bed sheet was covering her naked body, but that didn't stop him from placing soft kisses among her shoulders, and treading his fingers through the hair, that went a little bit pass her shoulders. She had been practicing small spells to keep her magic steady and her energy flowing, and one of them happened to be changing her hairstyle ever so often.

The soft moan that escaped her lips signified that she was waking up, and as she turned slowly around, he grabbed the video camera on the nightstand, and pointed it in her direction.

"It's too early to film, Damon." Her voice was a bit groggy as she covered her face. "Plus, I'm practically naked."

"You look beautiful when you wake up. Plus, I was thinking it's time to put this video camera to use instead of hosting 1994 reality shows." Which he still didn't understand how the duplicated version ended up in the present. Eh, but that was something else to worry about at another time.

With the flick of her wrist, the camera disappeared from his hand and appeared in the corner on the floor.

"No fair on the witchy magic, Bon-Bon." He gradually traced his finger down her arm. "You know what that means right?"

She removed the sheet seductively from her body, showing every bit of her birthday suit. "That you're going to punish me?"

He didn't need a mirror to know that the veins appeared around his eyes. The sight of her naked flesh and the smell of her arousal made his dick twitch and his fangs elongate. It was safe to say that he was a little addicted to her. Sex with Bonnie was phenomenal. He's had his fair share of women, everyone knew that, but no one could hold a candle to the woman beneath him. And that wasn't even counting the times they shared energy with one another. He still wasn't sure how they were able to live through that much pleasure. And the simple fact that what they had, surpassed the obsessive nature he always confused with love, told him everything he needed to know.

He was between her legs instantly, capturing her mouth was his. Her giggles were like music to his ears, but when she stopped and tensed up, his eyes found hers and noticed the disgruntled look on her face.

"What's that smell?"

Damn it.

She sniffed him a little. "Damon is that…?"

"Shit." He answered, rolling off of her. "It's horse shit. I scrubbed my skin raw for an hour trying to get the smell off." He stood up, and ignored her laughter. "I blame you by the way. If you didn't want to stay at this over the top perky cattle man's ranch, then this wouldn't have happened."

She stood up, and wrapped the bed sheet around her body. "It's a nice atmosphere, Damon. Plus, you practically like this place more than me. You've grown attached to Mrs. Henderson just like I have, otherwise you wouldn't have left bed so early to go and help her out with her morning routine."

Okay, he may have found an interest in Mrs. Henderson, but that didn't mean he wanted to waste their road trip stuck in one place.

Her arms then went around his waist and she placed a soft kiss on his chest. "How about I join you and make sure you get really clean this time."

The hidden innuendo wasn't lost among him before he used his vampire speed to rush them both to the shower. Even though he was about to give her a couple hours of pleasure, he was still going to convince her to leave tomorrow morning.

The room temperature water made the two pills slide easily down Bonnie's throat, as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror. She was trying to ease the migraine that had been popping up at random times during the day, ever since the necromancy spell she performed. She knew it was just nature's way of punishing her for what she did, but enough was enough already. Granted, it wasn't as extensive as the first couple of days, where she was getting migraines and nosebleeds at least three times a day, but she was still tired of it.

It took almost four days to actually re-connect with nature again, and even though the magic and power she had obtained was still deep inside of her, it had become more dormant as opposed to before. So, as of right now, she was trying to get back onto the right path by performing small spells that wouldn't make her weak. This time around she was going to be patient and not push herself too hard.

Maybe that's why she enjoyed being in this environment so much. It wasn't just because she felt more connected with the earth here than anywhere else, but it provided her with pure relaxation, and a beautiful view of green fields and mountaintops. Then there was Mrs. Henderson who reminded her of her own grandmother; kind, motherly, and just a joy to be around. Actually, all of the people they had come into contact with were nice. Yes, they were a bit peculiar and different from what she was use too, but hell, she was a witch that associated with vampires and werewolves. Nothing could really be stranger than that.

But, even though she enjoyed herself here, tomorrow she and Damon would move onto somewhere new.

Applying some cold water to her face, she looked in the mirror and jumped a little when she noticed her eyes were black. Before she could even try to understand what was going on, an image of Kai popped inside her head. They were standing in the Mystic falls grave yard, just like they had been the last few nights in her dreams. The only difference was that she was awake now.

"But with all that being said, you won't remember any of this. I can't have you and your little friends trying to torture me-"

Bonnie had to hold onto the sink to keep steady.

"Thank you so much for the talk, I do feel better. I guess you bring out the best in me."

Finally able to snap out of it, she focused back on her surroundings, and noticed that her eyes were back to normal. She mentally cursed at the blood dripping from her nose.

"Great… just great." She tried so desperately to push those dreams to the back of her mind. That maybe if she forgot about them, then they would just stop happening. But she wasn't stupid. It was something about these nightmares that felt like a memory she didn't remember having.

After wiping her nose and taking a deep breath, she stepped out into the room, and was glad that the lamp had very dim lighting. Her head was a mess and anything brighter would have made it hurt worse.

Her plans were to go lay beside Damon, cuddle into him, and tell him what just happened, but once viewing him sitting on the bed, engrossed in the book he bought the other day, all she could really do was just stare at him. He was beautiful. Literally beautiful. If anyone would have asked her to give an opinion on Damon's looks years ago, she would have given them the whole sexy danger guy description she gave Caroline. But add those looks with the reasons she fell in love with him, than that made him stunning in her eyes. Yes, he was rough around the edges, impulsive, and sometimes he could be a loose cannon, but actually getting to know Damon, whether they were cuddling or bickering, he was absolutely amazing. Having his friendship and even more than that, made her not even realize what was missing from her life until she actually had it.

"You're starring again."

She watched as his eyes never left the book.

"I can't help it….you're beautiful."

It was the way he looked at her in that moment that made her know for a fact that she couldn't imagine being with anyone else. It was the hidden communication they shared that spoke volumes of their love for one another.

"You're making me blush," He smirked.

She rolled her eyes and walked over to him, "Well, at least I know you're not giving me the silent treatment anymore."

"Can you blame me?" He asked, as she straddled his thighs. "You spring this news on me like it's nothing."

"It's just going to be for three months."

"Three months is like three years in Damon time." He put the book down and wrapped his arms around her waist.

While Bonnie and Damon were dancing at the Mayor's Ball earlier, she told him about Lucy wanting them to spend the summer together to help her with her magic. She felt that self-trainings were good, but having a more experienced witch in the mix would be better. Damon didn't take that news too well. He didn't talk to her for the rest of the party and ignored her on the car ride back. So, she left him alone until he could calm down with his pissy attitude.

"It's going to fly by. You won't even know I'm gone."

He gave her a look.

"This could help me, Damon. Having Lucy, someone who is family, as a teacher will be good for me. And it will be good for me to spend time with the only family member I have left."

He rolled his eyes, and began to slowly unbutton the shirt she was wearing of his. She put it on after the gala because he had a thing about seeing her in his clothes.

"I don't know why I wasn't invited on this witchy girl's trip."

"I think you just answered that." She brought his fingers up to her mouth and placed a light kiss on them.

"Is there anything else you need to bombard me with?"

She was about to shake her head, but of course, earlier sprung in her mind.

"Other than the dream I just had in the bathroom about Kai, while I wasn't asleep, than nope, I think that's it."

She could feel him tighten under her. "Is it the same as the others?"

She nodded, "We're at the graveyard and he's telling me how he feels better and how I bring out the best in him. I don't know… it just feels like I'm supposed to know something more… like something happened and I just can't remember it."

"Well at least I know who I need to kill when we get back. You don't think he's causing them do you?"

"I don't know. I just know that lately it's while I'm sleeping, but just a few minutes ago I was wide awake and I didn't have any control over it."

Bonnie watched the conflicting emotions cross his features. She could practically feel the fear and distress seeping out of his pores. And because she didn't want him to worry, she gently cupped his face in her hands, and kissed his forehead.

"How about right now we don't worry about any of that? We'll cross that bridge when we go back to Mystic Falls. We still have more places to explore."

"That means you're ready to leave this place?"

"I was thinking we should stay at least one more day." She said, watching as he bit into his wrist.

"I'll pretend you didn't just say that."

The moment her mouth covered his puncture wounds, she immediately felt his erection against her core. Damon had been giving her some of his blood every day to help with the migraines and the nosebleeds. The pills only helped to a certain extent, and she didn't want to get dependent on them, so she opted for the next best thing. She definitely contemplated taking his blood at first, but when he witnessed the nosebleeds, he practically shoved it down her throat. So now, she was taking from him in moderation until the side effects from the spell wore off completely.

When her mouth left his wrist, a wave of ecstasy flowed through her, like it usually did, and a small static of electricity buzzed through her fingertips. She only realized some excess blood escaped her lips when his tongue gently grazed her chin. She didn't even get time to actually offer up any extra foreplay before he moved her panties to the side and impaled her on his length.

The way Damon moaned against her neck was like music to Bonnie's ears, and it was something that always turned her on. She couldn't help but allow a few whimpers and almost inhuman sounds escape her lips, when gripped tightly onto her waist, and bounced her up and down. Every time this man was inside of her, she didn't want him to leave.

As soon as his mouth latched onto her breasts; tugging and nipping at her nipples, Bonnie almost lost it. She didn't fully remember when he flipped her over, and she was lying on her back, but he never removed himself from inside of her. She knew the times Damon wanted the control. It was this urgency he got… the same urgency she got when she was on top of him, showing nothing but pure dominance.

His lips may have found hers a few more times, before his fangs broke the skin on her neck. The pleasure was intense… mouthwatering. She felt so high that coming down just wasn't an option. And on her third orgasm, he finished by coming inside of her. And Bonnie clenched onto him, milking him until he was done.

It was a good thing vampires couldn't procreate.

It was around three in the morning when they were officially spent and sated. The fact that they could go on for hours and still be up for more, Bonnie had to wonder if it was the supernatural aspect of it all. She knew vampires of course had a high intensity of stamina, but she wondered if her witch side had a certain level as well. Because when she was with Jeremy, it sure as hell didn't hold a candle to this. Sex with Damon was like nothing she'd ever experienced.

Even after they just finished several rounds of lovemaking, when they were resting at the end of the bed, the soft kisses he was placing on her shoulder, still made her shudder with want.

"That was…"

"Amazing." She finished his sentence.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like I won't be able to walk for a few days."

She didn't even have to look at him to know he was smiling. If you looked up the definition for word smug in the dictionary, Damon's name would be in big bold letters.

"As much as I like to hear how good I am, I was referring to the headaches. I know my blood helps, but when is it all going to stop?"

His guess was as good as hers. "I'm not sure. The good news is that they're getting few and far between, so I'm sure any day now."

"Not that I mine you taking from my vein. It's a turn on actually, but I prefer you not needing too."

In all honesty, she didn't want to need it either. It was a surprise to her that she wasn't completely disgusted with taking Damon's blood. It was a very intimate act that made her toes curl at times, but she didn't want to become dependent on it forever. And then if she died with vampire blood in her system, she would come back as something she didn't want to be.

It's not like she could be both.

She placed a soft kiss on his cheek before straddling his back and giving him a massage. "Don't worry, I'm feeling way better than day one." It always took the jaws of life to reassure Damon about her health and wellbeing. The way he cared about her touched her heart in more ways than one, but there were times when she wanted to take a bullhorn to his ears, and shout that she would be fine. But, she couldn't really take it out on him, they both had a tendency to care and love to the point it was almost painful.

"So, how long is this Bamon journey going to last?" she asked, switching the subject. "Not that I'm not enjoying it, but sooner or later you know we're going to have to go back right?"

The way he moaned out a little, she knew it had to do more with the massage than her question.

"If we were actually having a Donnie journey instead of staying in one place, then I could give you an answer."

She playfully shoved and pinched him a little.

"I told you, Bamon sounds so much better."

He pulled her arm, and nipped her finger, causing her to squirm and lean down to his ear.

"Get with the program, Bennett, its Donnie."

"Donnie sounds like the monkey from the Wild Thornberry's."

"Bamon sounds like…"

"Heaven." She cut him off, and then got back to giving out her massage. "So, are you going to answer my question?"

He huffed a little. "I guess when Alaric and Jo get married."

She stopped. "What? They're getting married? Way to leave me in the dark." She lightly slapped him on the back.

"I was going to tell you…eventually."

That caused her to cross her arms, which led to him turning around, all the while keeping her in place on his body.

"Yeah, when?"

"When I decided if we should go or not."

"When you decided?"

"Yes, when I decided." He stood corrected. "If we miss the wedding, we'll miss the wedding. I don't want you back in that place right now."

"That's not your decision to make. Alaric is your best friend. You can't miss that."

"For one, it is my decision. And two, whether they get married tomorrow, next month, or next year, I'll still see them when they're married. Plus, Jo seems like the type that wants it videotaped so she can play it every Christmas. So, I'll grab the Bourbon and catch the video."

She was about to get off of him, but he held her thighs in place.

"Bonnie, don't argue with me on this, okay? I don't want you back in Mystic Falls where you feel compelled to do the same shit and play the martyr card again."

"I told you I wouldn't." She tried to keep her cool, because she knew where this was about to go. "I don't want something like that to happen again. I've been really lenient about not communicating with anyone back in Mystic Falls. I haven't snuck and used your phone or conjured up mine… I haven't used emails or social media's. You can't keep me trapped away forever."

That's when he scooted her off of him and stood up. "I didn't realize you felt trapped."

"That's not what I meant." She folded her arms. "All I'm saying is that eventually we have to go back. All my things are there and I still have to take classes. You can't keep compelling my professors."

He gave her that, 'he could do whatever the hell he wanted too' look, and that's when it all came to her; that's when she realized what he was trying to say without saying it.

"You don't trust me, do you?"

He didn't say anything, but his facial expression told her enough.

"Wow…"

His silence may have told her everything she needed to know, but his words finally confirmed it.

"Do you really expect me too?"

"I thought we got passed everything." She was trying her best not to show that his words cut her like a knife.

"Yeah, well it's not that easy." He admitted, and maybe somewhere deep down she should have known, especially when they were both getting reminders of her actions every day.

"Well, what are we doing then? If you can't trust me, what's the point of any of this?" That really wasn't something she had planned on saying to him at all; especially when they were just starting out. To say her heart was a little crushed, was an understatement.

"I do trust you. I trust you with my life… I trust you more than anyone, but not with this. Not when it involves you putting your life on the line. What if something happens with Caroline again, or Elena, or even dog boy? Can you honestly say you won't put yourself in danger for them?"

He cut her off before she could even attempt to say anything.

"And what about me? If something happened to me, would you pull another 1994 prison world moment and risk your life to save mine?"

"You can't possibly ask me that? You already know the answer."

"And that's the problem."

"You can't just think that I would sit there and watch you die, knowing that I could have done something to save you! What if the roles were reversed? Do you really think I would be okay with you risking your life for mine? I know you, Damon, I know how impulsive you are. You would kill an innocent person off the street just to save my life. How is that fair?"

He stayed quiet.

"So, see… see how much we're alike? See how we're the same?" She took a deep breath. "My purpose isn't to go play martyr anymore, Damon. You know that. But, whether I'm in Mystic Falls or on some far away mountain top, that doesn't mean that I'm just going to stop being who I am. I'm going to be more careful, yes, I'm going to do the absolute best to put myself first, but this is…"

"These dreams you're having about Kai," He cut her off. "The migraines…the black eyes. If something else happens to you…"

"It's not." She tried to soothe him. "But that doesn't mean I want anything to happen to you either. You mean so much to me, Damon. Whatever these dreams mean, whatever happens now, tomorrow, or in the near future, we can't waste our lives hiding in fear. That's not the way to live. I'm sorry about the decisions I made… I'm sorry about what I asked you to do. I will forever regret that, but I can't keep apologizing to you. You can't keep holding that over my head, just like I'm not holding all the shit you've done in the past over your head. I accept you for who you are, and damnit, I deserve the same treatment."

Damon still wanted to be mad. He wanted to throw things, break things, and go kill a few of the perky townsfolk. Maybe even kill all of them and end up on the nightly news, where Bonnie would have to clean up his mess. That's how frustrated and pissed off he was. That probably wouldn't end too well for either of them though.

After their argument, they played the avoiding game. They both took a shower alone and ignored each other while packing up their belongings, so they could finally leave this place. Could she really blame him for worrying? She better be glad someone cared for her Judgey little ass and wanted her to stay alive. But, then again, he wasn't going to admit it, but she was right too. He had done a lot of bullshit in his life, and was most likely going to have moments where he messed up again. He was far from perfect, so he couldn't expect her to be either. They both did irrational things for the people they cared about, the only difference was she harmed herself and he harmed others.

That still didn't change his mind by wanting to find a witch to strip her powers and lock her in a bell tower, where only he would have access.

With the silent treatment they were giving each other, all he knew was that he wasn't going to be the first one to cave in; even if they had to spend 40 hours on the road until they arrived to their next destination. He could hold out way longer than she could, no matter how many times she casually bumped into him while she was packing her suitcase, or when she walked out of the bathroom with just that bra and panty set with the garter and stockings he bought for her.

Nope, he wasn't going to budge.

He was just glad she slipped the sweat pants and shirt over her display. Although, it really didn't stop him from fantasizing.

They made their way downstairs, right as the sun began to rise.

"Oh, please tell me you children will be staying for breakfast."

If only Mrs. Henderson knew that the term children definitely didn't apply to him, being that he was way older than her.

"We would love too," Bonnie smiled, as the older woman pulled her into a hug. "But we have another long drive."

"Well, at least take some muffins for the road."

Bonnie took the basket of muffins, and Damon noticed that she was trying to hide the sadness she was experiencing by leaving.

"I just want to thank you so much for allowing us to stay here as long as you did. I'm really going to miss this place."

"It was my pleasure to have you both here. Please come back and visit."

"Of course we will." She then handed Mrs. Henderson an envelope. "This is for you."

When she opened it, her eyes widened. "Oh my… I can't accept this…"

It was an all-expense paid trip to any place she'd like to go in the U.S. for a week, and whatever resort she ended up staying in, she'd get free access to the spa her whole time ther.

"Yes you can." Damon stated, and handed her two more envelopes. "And give these to your little rugrats."

"Oh, Damon, Bonnie, thank you both so much." She had tears in her eyes as she hugged them. "This means so much, and I know the kids will enjoy whatever you got them."

He watched as Bonnie smiled, and tried her best not to look at him. What? Was he repulsive now?

"Now, what's wrong with you two?"

"No, we're fine… just dreading this long trip." She stammered, and Damon had to hide his annoyance with her horrible lying skills. He loved that woman to death, but Mrs. Henderson wasn't going to let them leave if they were angry at each other.

He didn't expect the woman to grab both his and Bonnie's hand and hold them together.

"Let me tell you something, from an old woman like myself. Whatever it is, let it go. I can see how much you two love each other. How when one isn't looking, the other is staring like you're everything. You two are soulmates, just like my Patrick and I were. So, let it go. Life is too short and you don't want to waste all of the precious moments being upset with each other. Trust, me, I know. I would give anything to have another second with my husband. So, just kiss and make up."

His eyes never left Bonnie's through Mrs. Henderson's speech

"Now."

Well, they didn't want to get on the woman's bad side, so of course, Damon pulled her in and kissed her. And they both knew the way his lips teased hers that they weren't putting on an act. It was genuine from start to finish.

"Ewwww."

That made them break apart to see Mrs. Henderson's twin boys at the end of the steps.

"Boys, you get back on up to bed, you have at least another hour until dawn."

"But mom, we wanted to say good bye to Mrs. Bonnie and Mr. Damon."

While Bonnie and Damon picked both of the boys up and hugged them tight, Damon would never admit that they grew on him….well, a little.

"We don't want you guys to go," Trent said in Bonnie's arms.

"Yeah, don't go." Theodore followed suit, in Damon's arms.

"Now, boys, Bonnie and Damon have to get on the road. They'll be back to visit, and look they even got you gifts."

Well, that made them quickly jump out of their arms like they were chop liver.

"Okay, go ahead and sneak out while they're preoccupied."

Bonnie could hear their screams of joy as they got half way to the car. "We're going to Disneyland!"

As Damon began to drive, Bonnie looked through the window.

"I'm going to miss them."

He would too, he thought as he intertwined their fingers. "I love you."

She looked over and smiled. "I love you too."

"And you know in about an hour I'm going to have stop somewhere, so I can appreciate thoroughly what you're wearing underneath those clothes."

She smiled, "Why do you think I wore it."

Damon hit the gas so hard, he was surprise he didn't cause a malfunction to his car. He and Bonnie had a long road ahead of them, both literally and figuratively, but no matter what they got into and what they had to overcome, they were a team, and they would accomplish it together.

And since they were going to one of his favorite lighthouses in Maine, maybe he could still do the whole locked up bell tower thing.

A/N: Thank you all for reading this chapter. The next 2 chapters will fall back in suit (somewhat) with the remainder of the season. I already have an idea, it just depends on how this last episode goes. And then after that, we'll dive back into my own storyline. Don't worry, it will flow.

I really hope you all enjoyed. Please review and let me know what you think. =)