"Look Freeman, do you have any serious questions about Jazmine and me, other than on how I fell in love with her?" James asked a bit bored.
"As a matter of fact, I do have a serious question," Huey said giving James a serious look.
"And what would that be?" James sarcastically asked.
"When did you start sleeping with Jazmine?" Huey sternly asked slightly balling up his fist.
"Sleeping as in having sex?" James smirked.
Huey didn't answer and just glared at him. James knew that Huey wanted to know about his and Jazmine's sex life, and he was waiting for the right time to get under his skin.
Once I convinced Jazmine to stop working night shifts, almost every night she would come over to my penthouse so I could tutor her on being a doctor and learning the importance of medicine.
I feel it's better to have a mindset on what you're going to be dealing with when you get to school rather than being surprised with what the professors hit you with throughout the semester.
When I first started medical school it was hard for me to catch on to many things. I found that it is easier to study in advance what you're possibly going to be learning in school. It's one of the reasons why I was able to graduate early.
If you look into the medical field and do your research it's easier to get your paper or presentation done if you already know everything about the topic. Plus you also have those before you who give you the inside scoop on what they had to do their research on and what hands-on learning you had to prepare for.
College is really all about having your connections and resources. And that's what I was trying to teach Jazmine.
She wanted to start school and get the college experience, so before she went I tried to prep her. She could possibly get an academic scholarship, apply for grants, or just get a loan.
When Jazmine and I got off of work, I drove her back to my place so I could help her study. She had her pink journal and colorful pens to take down notes, and I went to go pull out some books I bought that related to medicine.
We were in the kitchen studying since I already had a bunch of papers on my desk.
I bought these a while back when I was in college and I decided to keep them because I personally know I can forget a thing or two when it comes to medicine and hospitalizing people and so I like to look back at the books.
Since we're still stuck back in the old-school way of learning, we should go by the books. I pulled two or three books I read in college and laid them on the counter for Jazmine. I opened all of them to specific pages on what she was taking notes on.
Another note is to always have your notes ready before you go to school. If the teacher is talking about the subject, you can be one of those know-it-all students who actually did the research and have notes on the topic instead of looking like a clueless dumbass the whole entire class.
Participation can be a key grade in your classes because it lets the professor know you're invested in their lesson plan and that you're actually trying to thrive in your future profession.
"Okay I'm going to say a few of the keywords we've gone over just to see if you've been paying attention," I said.
"Hit me!" she said readily.
"Benign," I said.
"Non-cancerous," she answered
"Edema," I said.
"That has to do with swelling," she answered.
"Acute," I said.
"It's a short illness," she answered.
"Lesion," I said.
"When you have a wound, cut, or you're sore," she answered.
"BMI," I said.
"Body Mass..." she simply said as I looked at her funny.
"And?" I asked wanting her to continue.
She looked as if she was about to answer until she just shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't know," I said as I playfully threw my hands up.
"It's Body Mass Index and its body fat measurement based on height and weight," I said.
"Ohh!" she exclaimed.
"You're going to have to be keeping that in mind Jazmine. If you ever get a patient that is one of the main things you're going to have to do when you're checking them," I said.
"I know!" she sighed holding her head down.
"Don't be upset you did good," I told her making her hold her head up.
"I'm not upset, I'm just exhausted," she corrected.
"From what?" I asked walking to the fridge to grab a bottle of wine.
"I'm exhausted from work and studying, I can hardly sleep, I haven't had sex in a while, and I feel like my stress is showing," she said as I widen my eyes when she said sex. When she looked at my facial expression she realized how surprising that was for me to hear.
"Sex?" I questioned.
"I'm sorry, that wasn't supposed to slip out," she apologized.
"It's alright, you're a young adult and I understand," I told her grabbing one of my wine glasses.
"If you were still 17 I would have to question that," I added.
"Yeah!" she nervously spoke rubbing the back of her head.
"Yeah cause you would still be a minor and that would be weird to talk about sex with someone who's underage," I answered honestly.
"What about with your patients?" she asked smiling.
"What do you mean?" I asked opening the bottle and pouring myself a glass of wine.
"Like when you have to ask teens if they're sexually active," she explained.
"Oh no, I definitely don't do that. We leave that to female doctors to ask because it's weird coming from a male doctor," I answered.
"Makes sense!" she mumbled.
"Yeah, but what's going on in your sex life that is so bad?" I asked exaggerating. She started to laugh and rub her head.
"It's not bad!" she corrected.
"Then what do you call it?" I asked.
"I call it being sexually frustrated," she answered.
"Oh, so you're just lacking in the sex department," I exclaimed.
"Yes," she mumbled.
"Your boyfriend isn't fulfilling none of that?" I asked before taking a sip.
"He is but we're barely at home at the same time. If I'm working a night shift he's not at work and when he's working a night shift I'm at home, but lately, he's really been at work," she answered.
"What does he do?" I asked out of curiosity.
"He's one of those people that fixes up cars," she said trying to describe his job.
"Oh, that seems like a decent way to make money," I lied. Those types of jobs barely make money. A lot of mechanic places are colorists.
If her boyfriend is black then he's not bringing in the check he should be bringing. They cut off half their income and give it to the white employees.
I know for a fact Jazmine is bringing more money into the house than he is.
"I guess so," she mumbled.
"Why do you say it like that?" I asked.
"Because his job is shitty and unfair. He's the main one that works the most out of all of his coworkers and gets paid less. Half the time I want him to quit and go find another job that actually pays what he deserves," she said getting a little upset.
"Realistically speaking, that's not going to happen unless he goes to college or gets another job that is out of his profession," I said.
"Yeah, I know," she sighed.
It seemed like this topic was really upsetting her, so I decided to change it.
"How did you meet the guy?" I asked out of curiosity.
"I've been knowing him since I was ten. I first met him when my family and I went to welcome them into the neighborhood," she said smiling.
"What did you think of him at the time?" I asked.
"At the time I didn't know how to think of him. I wasn't one to judge a book by its cover so I wanted to get to know him first before I could make assumptions," she answered.
"Okay, what did you think of him when you got to know him?" I rephrased.
"I thought he was mean, weird, outspoken, ambitious, and cute," she said describing him.
"Oh so you must have liked him," I said smiling.
"I did develop a crush on him but when we were little that wasn't on his mind. As we got older, I started to like him more but I never got the attention I desired from him," she said a bit embarrassed.
"Attention?" I questioned.
"Yes because when we became teenagers he started to change," she said.
"Change?" I re-questioned.
"Yes! He started doing drugs and having sex with multiple girls, and he would skip his classes. At that point, I didn't even recognize who he was and I despised it because it felt like I lost the boy I first met," she sadly answered.
"Is he still like that now?" I asked. If he was still like that I would feel bad for Jazmine because she's wasting her time with a bum.
Why would she go out with a guy like that if she knew how he was?
"He smokes but I don't know about the women part. I always feel like women go to his job to flirt with him and the other men. I remember when we went to our first college party there were a bunch of girls checking him out, debating if they should get his number, and flat out just throwing themselves at him," she explained.
"Oh wow...but does he cheat on you?" I asked.
"I hope not but I highly doubt he would cheat," she said with a little doubt.
"It always bothers me in the back of my head that he slept with a lot of girls. They would come to school the next day and brag about it. When I started dating him and having sex, he wouldn't let me do certain things," she sadly spoke.
"Like?" I asked.
"Like give him a blowjob, take a little control, or let me know what I can do to please him. Because when it comes to sex, I Iack in that department. He and all of our other friends know what they're doing when they're having sex but I don't know what I'm doing," she said holding her head down.
She looked really stressed out talking about it. She needed to relax!
"Seems like a lot," I said taking a sip of my wine.
"You want a drink?" I asked referring to the wine.
"Are you alright with that?" she asked a little unsure.
"You're 18, so sure," I said as she smiled.
I went to my cabinet and grabbed a glass for Jazmine. I set it on the counter in front of her and poured her a drink.
She gently picked up her glass and started to take small sips.
"How does it taste?" I asked.
"It's sweet!" she said smiling and she started drinking it again.
I watched as she gulped down her whole glass and she sat her glass on the counter. "Can I have a refill?" she asked tapping the glass.
"Sure!" I said laughing at how she asked. I'm not even done with my drink. I decided to finish it because it's a little threatening for an 18-year-old to finish their drink before me.
I refilled our drinks and she started to drink again. I started to drink my wine because I wanted to beat her, and that was probably a bad idea. You're not supposed to drink alcohol that fast.
I started to feel a little tipsy because of this. I'm not one to hold my liquor so if I ever do go to a bar I'm only going to get one or two drinks.
I'm just there to socialize, watch the game or try to meet a woman.
"So how is your relationship life going?" she asked as I walked around the counter to sit next to her.
"I'm not in a relationship," I said as her facial expression changed.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," she apologized.
"It's alright, but if you must know, I got a divorce a couple of years ago," I admitted.
"Oh no, what happened?" she asked changing her tone.
"Our schedules never worked for each other and we just started to slowly separate throughout the years," I explained.
"Is that what led to your divorce?" she asked not convinced.
"That's one of the reasons. The other two reasons we got a divorce is because I couldn't give her a child and she got AIDS from cheating on me with a lot of men," I said as Jazmine looked shocked.
"Oh my..." she said a bit taken back.
"Yeah," I said awkwardly nodding my head.
"Are you okay?" she asked out of concern.
"I'm alright. I was already prepared for it to happen because once I found out she was cheating on me I was emotionally making myself unavailable," I explained.
"How do guys do that?" she asked confused.
"Do what?" I asked.
"How do you guys make yourselves emotionally unavailable with women? Speaking from a standpoint as a woman I know it's hard to emotionally get over somebody, but when it comes to guys, y'all switch it off like a light," she exclaimed.
"For starters, our emotions and body parts do not connect together like women. If we love a woman we're going to love them, but once they do something that threatens our emotions towards them we slowly start to disconnect from them," I simply explained.
"Oh...must be nice to do it so easily," she mumbled.
I started to finish my wine once again and then refill it. Talking about my divorce sometimes bothers me. Not because of what Jane did, but what I could have had in the marriage if I was able to do certain things like conceiving a child.
"How do you feel about the baby situation?" she shyly asked me.
"I don't know! I'm partially thankful I couldn't conceive a child because if I did then I would be stuck with Jane, but the other half is upset that I couldn't conceive a child because I really wanted one," I honestly spoke.
"You did?" Jazmine said a bit surprised.
"I did...but I already knew beforehand that it was never going to happen. It's kind of my fault because I never warned Jane before we got married because that was one of the main things she wanted in our marriage," I sadly spoke.
"Oh my," Jazmine said.
"What about you? Have you ever thought about starting a family?" I asked out of curiosity.
"Yes, I have! If Huey and I were able to bring more income into the house and financially be stable then I would think it would be appropriate to start a family. I want to move out into the fields and have at least 10 kids and a bunch of grandkids," she exclaimed as her eyes sparkled talking about the future.
"Ten kids?" I questioned as she blushed.
"Yes, I want 10 kids," she said sure of herself.
"Does he want that?" I asked because ten kids is a lot. They might as well start a farm if they want ten kids out in the fields.
"I don't think so, but the way he is in bed, might as well have ten kids," she said being dirty.
Okay, I did not need to hear that!
"Try raising one kid and then get back to me with that," I said as she started to giggle.
Jazmine grabbed the bottle and then poured the rest into her glass. She decided to finish it all within seconds and I couldn't help but admire her.
"You enjoying your drink right there?" I asked smiling as she sat down her glass and turned to look at me.
"Yes!" she answered like a toddler.
She's drunk!
"James?" she said still smiling. Her face started to turn pinkish which definitely indicated she was drunk.
"Yes," I said going along with it. I was being playful as well because I would normally never get this far within childishness.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked emphasizing pretty.
I slightly nodded my head out of honesty because I thought she was gorgeous. She really was an absolute goddess.
"Are you lying to me?" she asked getting out of her seat. Then all of a sudden tears started to slide down her cheeks and she held her head down in embarrassment.
"Heavens no..." I said getting out of my seat to comfort her. I raised her head up and started to wipe the tears away.
"Jazmine, I don't know why you would ask such a question," I said confused.
"Everybody looks at me as an outcast. Even my own parents look at me as an outcast and they fucking birthed me," she wined.
"Everybody has always tried to place a label on me and it makes me confused about my identity," she sadly spoke.
"Jazmine...you're beautiful...you're the most attractive woman I have ever seen. I know we live in a world that is races and judges people based on their appearance. But don't let people get to you. I don't care if they're white, black, Hispanic, or Asian, don't let people's words get to you. If a white person tells you to straighten your hair and a black person says braid it, don't listen, do you! You're a beautiful young woman and nobody should be able to define your character," I said speaking from the heart.
She looked at me, amazed by my words. I observed her to see that she was taking deep breaths.
I couldn't help myself when I was leaning toward her. I looped my hand around her waist and looked to see if she showed any signs of discomfort. I brought her in and then I kissed her on the lips.
I thought I would feel second-hand embarrassment once I departed from her. I made the first move and I was hoping she would make the second.
I was surprised when she kissed me back. Then that kiss turned into a full makeout session until I picked her up off the ground and took her to my room.
From that point, Jazmine and I had heated sex and I enjoyed every minute of it. She was a different person when she was in bed. I liked how she made me feel and I liked how I made her feel.
I was laying in my bed naked along with her. I was propped up on my pillows as she sat in front of me. She gave me a seductive look and then she slightly bent over, arching her back, as she started to suck my dick.
It felt so nice for my dick to be inside her mouth. It was so warm and wet at the same time and I started to curl my toes up. I didn't see how her boyfriend could pass up this type of opportunity.
Jazmine said she didn't have much experience but I highly doubt that. The way she was bobbing her head, slobbering my shaft, jerking me off, and giving me that sexy look of hers. At one point she stopped sucking my dick and then she started to suck my balls.
She knew what she was doing!
I almost cummed but I didn't want to cum before her.
Jazmine stopped what she doing and turned around. She arched her back and I caught onto what she wanted me to do. I got up from where I was and got behind Jazmine.
My dick was wet enough to get inside of her. On top of that, she was already wet. I rubbed her pussy a little bit before I started to insert myself inside of her.
She groaned a little but she was settled.
I was going to have fun with her tonight!
This sex experience was different from all the other times I had sex with other women. Usually, I would feel nothing afterward, but when Jazmine and I had collapsed on the bed, I did feel something: satisfaction!
The apple didn't fall far from the tree.
"So let me get this straight...you fucked Jazmine knowing she had a boyfriend?" Huey rhetorically questioned.
"Correct," James simply answered.
"But we were drunk and it all happened out of nowhere," James said.
"That's not an excuse. You shouldn't have been giving her alcohol in the first place," Huey argued.
"She just simply should have said no if she couldn't handle her liquor," James nonchalantly spoke causing Huey to glare at him.
"What happened afterward?" Huey asked.
The next morning, I woke up to a bright light shining in my room. I sat up in bed and it felt as if I had the worse headache in my life. I could hardly focus on what was going on.
When I started to look around, I caught a glimpse of strawberry-blond hair next to me. I looked down to see Jazmine peacefully sleeping.
Oh shit!
I actually did sleep with her. This was going to end badly.
I would leave her sleeping but that won't make the situation any better. I had to wake her up. It's better now than later.
"Jazmine," I said shaking her. She didn't wake up.
"Jazmine," I repeated shaking her even harder. She started to scowl and then she woke up. I stopped shaking her and watched as she stretched her arms and legs out.
Jazmine started to sit up in bed and she tiredly mumbled "Goodmorning Huey!"
I looked at her funny cause that wasn't my name, but maybe that's just a habit of hers when she wakes up.
Jazmine looked around the room and then quickly sat up in bed.
"Oh my God, where am I?" she asked confused as she held her head. She was having a headache as well.
Jazmine looked at me and her whole face just went blank. Then it's as if her color went away and she started to have a heart attack.
"Did we?" she asked pointing back at herself and me. I didn't know what to say because I was in shock for words. My tongue felt tied and it felt wrong to say anything at the moment.
I just looked away from her and looked down in shame.
"Oh my God we did do it," she said getting even more nervous.
"I have to go home, I can't be here anymore," she said panicking as she got out of bed. She had the sheets covering her naked body as she ran around the room looking for her clothes.
"Jazmine," I manage to say as she didn't listen.
She dropped her sheets and then started to put on the clothing she was able to collect. I looked on the floor to see my boxer briefs and pants. I got out of bed and quickly put those on before Jazmine could leave.
"Jazmine let's talk about this," I said trying to reason with her.
"NO!" she exclaimed. She wanted to cry but she didn't want to let it out.
"James, I made a huge mistake last night, and I just can't manage to look at you right now," she said trying to contain the cracks in her voice.
I wanted to say something, but right now was not the best time. Jazmine was upset and she looked like she didn't want to be here anymore.
If she could crumble she would do it within a heartbeat.
"I'm sorry!" I apologized. I started to hear her cry and I felt the urge to go comfort her.
"Jazmine," I said walking towards her as she stepped away from me.
"Don't touch me, James," she sternly spoke.
"I just...I just...I just can't be here right now. I need to go home," she said looking like she was having a nervous breakdown.
She left my bedroom, quickly made her way downstairs, and not long after I heard the door shut. She was gone!
"Oh my God I'm such an idiot," I mumbled to myself as I rubbed my hands through my hair.
"And then she went straight home. I didn't even see her at work that day," James said.
"When was this?" Huey asked.
"Almost a week before Thanksgiving. I think she came to work but she was avoiding me every chance she got. Instead of her giving me paperwork on my patients, she would send in one of her friends to give me the paperwork instead," James answered.
"How did the two of you resolve your issue?" Huey asked out of curiosity.
I was in my office finishing some paperwork and all of a sudden I hear a knock at my door. I'm assuming it's either Ms. Grace or one of the doctors who came to chat with me.
"Come in," I said as the door opened to reveal Jazmine.
"Jazmine," I said surprised to see her. It's been almost three weeks since we talked.
"James," she said closing the door behind her. She leaned on it and I waited for her to speak.
"We need to talk!" she said slightly looking up at me.
"About?" I stupidly asked her. She frowned at me and then rolled her eyes.
"We need to talk about us having sex," she sternly spoke.
"Jazmine, with all, due respect, I don't want to talk about it," I simply said being honest.
"Why not?" she asked getting upset.
"Because we both know what happened and we both can agree that it was a mistake," I said partially lying.
"Yeah, but we still need to talk about it. I don't feel comfortable working with you until we can talk it out," she said standing up straight.
"Jazmine there is nothing much to talk about. We were drunk, we had sex, and you freaked out," I said as she glared at me.
"See we talked about it," I said being smart with her.
"No, we didn't, you're just pointing out the obvious that happened," she argued.
"Okay, Jazmine, what do you want to discuss our sexual encounter about?" I asked seeming like I was interested in what really needed to be said.
She started to mess around with her fingers and nervously ask: "Did you feel anything?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.
"Like a sexual or emotional bond?" she slightly asked as I debated on how to answer it.
I don't know if I should be honest with her. I did feel something but it could just be a false feeling.
"No," I simply answered, shocking her.
"Oh, okay," she sadly spoke.
"Did you feel anything?" I asked as she snapped her attention back at me. She looked as if she was debating her answer.
"No...and I think we should keep it that way. I don't want anything bad to happen because we had sex. I don't want my boyfriend or anybody to know what went on between us. And I think it would be best if we stop hanging around each other," she sternly spoke.
I felt a slight pain in my heart but I didn't show it.
"That's fine with me," I agreed.
"Okay, I'm glad we could talk about this," she said sadly smiling.
"Yeah, I guess it was nice to clear the air," I said.
"Yeah!" she said agreeing.
It was silence between the two of us until I heard my phone ringing. I turned towards my desk and answered my work phone. I put it on speaker phone just in case it was a patient that Jazmine needed to get a little insight on.
"Hi, James," a seductive voice greeted me on the other line.
I immediately took it off of speaker phone because Jazmine was in the room with me.
I took the phone off the charger and held it up to my ear.
"Heyy," I awkwardly spoke. I didn't know who I was speaking to because of a lack of information.
"Who is this?" I asked.
"Don't play dumb with me James. It's Mandy from the bar. You gave me your number last week before I left your penthouse," she said in a girly tone.
After Jazmine and I weren't talking, I decided to take my mind off the situation and drink. But drinking led to flirting and flirting led to sex with a random woman.
"Oh, heyy, what's up," I asked pretending like I knew her.
"Oh, nothing! I just wanted to see if you wanted to meet up again and do a repeat of last time," she said in a seductive tone.
She's calling me to have sex.
"I'll have to see about that. I might be busy tonight," I lied.
"I can keep you company," she suggested.
"No, I'll have to really focus on this paperwork, but I'll call you back if I'm free," I said.
"Okay," she excitedly spoke.
"Talk to you later," I said trying to get off the phone.
"Okay, bye!" she said before I hung up the phone.
I sighed and looked back at Jazmine to see she looked a little upset with me.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"It's nothing," she said obviously lying.
"If it's nothing then why do you look pissed off?" I asked smirking.
"Maybe because it's a little inappropriate with a random girl calling you on your work phone when we have patients to tend to," she exclaimed. She was definitely pissed off.
"Why should it matter if you have a boyfriend and I'm a single man who can date or have sex with anybody?" I asked, leaving her tongue-tied. She just shook her head and left my office.
Women are so complicated!
"You're making it seem like Jazmine came on to you," Huey pointed out.
"She did but at the same time she didn't," James said.
"Okay but Ebony mentioned that Jazmine said you were coming on to her knowing that she had a boyfriend," Huey reminded as James shook his head.
I knew Jazmine was jealous about the whole Mandy situation. She avoided talking to me and I thought it was my turn to apologize to her. Though I didn't see what the big deal was if we weren't dating.
I found Jazmine in the laundry room putting a pile of her clothes in the washer.
"Jazmine," I said as she turned to look at me. She scoffed and then she just went back to what she was doing.
"I don't want to talk to you," she said closing the washing machine as I knew it was a lie.
I closed the door behind me and locked it. I didn't want anybody to interrupt us.
"You don't mean that," I said walking towards her.
"Yes I do," she sternly spoke.
I stood right behind her and placed both my arms on the side of her as she was stuck between them.
"James," she said as I could feel her body temperature rising.
"I don't want to do this," she shyly spoke.
I still didn't believe her. I knew her all too well to know that she wasn't serious.
"Why don't you look me in the eyes and tell me that," I said gently turning her around.
"James," she softly spoke once again.
I placed my hand on her ass and then slowly slid my way up to her chin. I raised her chin up so she could look me in the eyes.
"If you look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want to do this, I'll go," I simply said as I looked at her chest to see her heart rapidly beating.
She couldn't bring herself to do it. I slid my other hand up her body and then slowly brought her in for a kiss. We were both sober and aware of the situation.
Jazmine had the chance to push me away, but she didn't. She sunk into the kiss and didn't depart from me. Her lips felt so soft and welcoming that I didn't want to separate from her.
When we did split apart it was so she could catch her breath. I just looked her up and down and couldn't help but want her.
"Take your pants off," I huskily spoke.
"What?" she asked not catching on to what I said.
I grabbed her throat and leaned in towards her ear. "I didn't stutter! I said take off your pants," I repeated.
"Yes, Daddy!" she seductively said.
That was a turn-on!
Jazmine started to remove her crocs and then she took off her pants. I slid them away from her and then lifted her off the ground and placed her on the wash machine.
I opened her legs to expose her throbbing pussy. She leaned on her hands for support and I just smirked at her.
I got down a little to eat her out. When I connected my mouth to her pussy it tasted like ice cream on a hot summer day. Jazmine was wet and she tasted sweet. I could tell she had a healthy diet.
I heard her start moaning and that just threw me over the top. Her moans sound way better than Sarah's moans. Thankfully the wash machine and dryers were on so it was able to cover Jazmine's moans.
I stuck my tongue so deep in her clit, Jazmine had kept me down there. I think she liked the feeling of me going deep.
My tongue wasn't exactly the average length. I didn't show it but when I did people were amazed by it.
Jazmine started to move her hips to create motion and she just kept making herself moan louder and louder. I could slightly feel her cumming so I pulled my tongue and watched as she cummed.
I admired every second of her white substance dripping. To make it even better I decided to lick the remaining substance off of her clit. Then I looked at her and came close to kiss her so she could taste herself.
She moaned under that kiss and when I pulled away I smirked at her.
"Meet me at my place when we get off of work," I said whispering in her ear.
I departed from her and decided to leave the laundry room. I had to go clean myself up and get back to work.
"The worst part about that is that I wasn't even paying her at the time to do this," James said laughing causing Huey to get mad with him.
He didn't like how Jazmine got led on with this but he also didn't like how James practically harass and manipulated Jazmine towards the end.
Thank you for reading!