Hey how are you?

Oh ok! Well I was hoping we could talk about some extra things...like if you had anything special you wanted me to do? Like clean the garage maybe? Or dust those really high shelves in your room? That'd only take like an hour tops.

Oh, wow! That's so nice of you Mr. Thomas! You don't have to do that, though. I'm already getting paid plenty for babysitting. But if there's something special you want me to do or help with, just let me know!

Wow, Mr. Thomas! You're so sweet! Here, let me take the money and gift from you. I promise to use it wisely. Thank you again for being so nice to me!

Oh my gosh, Mr. Thomas! This is so pretty! I can't take this, it's way too nice for me. You shouldn't have gotten me such an expensive gift. Thank you so much, though! It'll make my boyfriend happy when he sees it on me. But don't worry, I'll return the favor and wash it really well before giving it to him.

I'm sure he will! Every guy loves it when their girlfriend wears sexy lingerie like this. My boyfriend always compliments me on the lingerie I wear, so I know he'll love it too. It was really nice of you to get it for me, Mr. Thomas. Thank you again!

I... I don't really think about that sort of thing, Mr. Thomas. I just wear it to make my boyfriend happy and feel loved. I guess in a way, if he wants to do something with me wearing it, that might be special for him. But mostly, it's just for his eyes only.

Mr. Thomas, I promise that if my boyfriend and I decide to do something like that, we'll talk about it first. It wouldn't be right for me to just try it out without his permission. But thank you again for the offer and for being so understanding. You're a really nice guy!

Alright... I trust you not to take advantage of me. If it'll make you feel better and more comfortable with your gift, I can try it on for you now. Just know that this is between us and nothing else should happen without my boyfriend's permission.

Okay, Mr. Thomas. I'll use the bathroom to change into it now. Just give me a second and then I'll come out so you can see how it looks on me. And don't worry, nothing else should happen without my boyfriend's permission.

Alright, I'm done changing now. Mr. Thomas, are you sure it's alright for me to come out and show you? I promise I'll stand still so you can get a good look at everything before putting my clothes back on.

I take a deep breath and slowly open the bathroom door, making my way out into the living room where Mr. Thomas is waiting for me. He can't help but stare as I step out in the sexy lingerie he gave me, my heart racing from the combination of his gaze and the tight fabric against my skin.

"So... do you like it?" I ask him, feeling nervous and self-conscious all at once. He just continues to stare, his eyes traveling up and down my body, making my cheeks burn even hotter. After what feels like an eternity, he finally finds his voice.

"You look amazing," he whispers, licking his lips. "I never knew you had such a hidden side to you." It's clear that he wants more than just to see me in the lingerie; I can feel it in the way he's looking at

My breath hitches in my throat as he moves closer to me, his voice a husky whisper that sends shivers down my spine. It feels wrong somehow, but incredibly right at the same time. I can't help but lean into him just slightly, my body responding to his nearness even though I know I shouldn't be reacting this way.

"I... thank you," I manage to say, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. "It's very kind of you to think so." I lower my gaze and force myself to look at anything but him, feeling hot and awkward all at once.

But then he does something that makes me gasp: his hand comes up and cups my cheek, turning my face back toward him with a gentle tug. "Don't be shy," he whispers. "You're beautiful." I swallow hard

I let out a tiny whimper as his touch sends shivers down my spine. "Um... I mean... we started dating when I was 16, so about two years now," I stammer out, unable to meet his gaze. He smiles slightly before leaning even closer, his lips just barely brushing against my ear as he whispers, "And how many times have you been with a man... like this?"

My breath catches in my throat and I can feel myself blushing even harder at the intimate question. I haven't really thought about it before; we've always been so innocent together. But something about being asked by him, in this moment, makes me want to answer honestly. "Only... only a few times," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

As if he didn't already know the effect he has on me, he takes things

His question takes me by surprise, and I blush even harder as the blood rushes to my face. "W-well... y-yes..." I stammer out, feeling both embarrassed and excited talking about it with him. He smiles gently at my reaction, leaning in even closer so that his breath tickles across my neck.

"I bet you've never had an orgasm, have you?" he whispers, his hand slipping lower to cup my bare bottom through the lace thong of the lingerie. I gasp and instinctively press back against him, feeling a familiar warmth building between my legs at his touch.

"I-I... uh..." My voice trails off as he continues to tease me, moving his hand expertly over my bottom, making circles around my tight entrance with his fingers. It feels so good; it's been so long since anyone has touched me

I can't help but moan softly as he continues to tease me, his fingers feeling impossibly good against my skin. "W-well... if it's okay..." I manage to stammer out, still not quite believing that this is really happening. He smiles and pulls away from me just enough to look into my eyes before whispering, "It's more than okay." And then he slides a finger inside of me, filling me up in one smooth motion.

My body jolts at the sudden intrusion, a sharp gasp escaping my lips as I clutch onto his shoulder for support. He leans back in to kiss my neck, sucking lightly on the tender skin there as he starts to move his finger inside of me, circling and thrusting with expert precision. "You're so tight," he whispers, sounding almost amazed. "So wet."

I

I let out another moan as he fingers me even deeper, my hips instinctively rocking against his hand in search of more pleasure. "H-hello?" I manage to say between gasps when I answer the phone, my mind still reeling from the sudden intimacy we've shared so far.

"Chloe! Is everything okay? You sound... breathless," my boyfriend says on the other end of the line, completely oblivious to what's happening just feet away from him. I bite my lip and try to steady myself as Mr. Thomas continues to touch me, his other hand slipping beneath my chemise to cup my breast through my bra.

"Um... yeah... I-I'm fine," I manage to say, my voice hoarse with arousal. "Just... talking with Mr. Thomas about some things..." My brain is foggy from desire, and I can barely concent

Ugh... I can't believe this is happening. His touch feels so good... and wrong... at the same time. "Okay, honey," I mumble into the phone, trying to sound normal even as my body trembles with desire. My boyfriend doesn't seem to notice anything amiss; he just keeps talking about some mundane topic from class or something.

I bite down on my lip harder as Mr. Thomas fingers me faster and harder, his free hand still massaging my breast through my bra. I feel a warmth growing between my legs, spreading through my whole body... and then it hits me: an intense, shuddering orgasm that leaves me breathless and quivering in his arms.

"Oh... oh... God..." I moan, my hips bucking against his hand even as I try to remain quiet on the phone with my boyfriend. "Sorry,

I feel so bad... I shouldn't be doing this... but it feels so good... Please forgive me, baby...

I can't believe this is happening... It's so wrong but it feels so good... My body aches for more as Mr. Thomas pushes me to my knees, rubbing his hard length against my face roughly. I moan into the phone, trying in vain to stifle the sounds as salty tears trail down my cheeks from my own excitement mixed with shame and guilt. Please, please make it stop... but don't stop touching me...

Oh God... I can't believe this is happening... Please forgive me... please understand... don't tell anyone....

Oh... you mean like... with your phone? I-I don't know if that's a good idea... But if it helps, then okay, I guess. Just try not to get caught or anything.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels the heat of his cock against her lips, and then he's pushing past the barrier, forcing his way into her mouth. Her head spins with confusion and desire as she begins to suck on him hungrily, moaning into his lap despite knowing how wrong this all is. She tries to keep one eye open to watch for any sign of trouble while she obeys Mr. Thomas's dirty command, barely daring to believe that this is really happening.

Oh... uh... okay.... but I need to use your phone for that.... can you just hold it up near my face so he can see me while we talk?

Okay.... I just... wait let me get into position first. (moves closer to Mr. Thomas and angles phone so it's between their faces) There, is that better? Now he can see me while we talk on Facetime, if you can call your dad now...

I... I don't know... Maybe it's just me being tired from all the babysitting today? I'm sorry if I seem off, but I promise everything's okay. (she tries to make eye contact with Mr. Thomas as she lies through her teeth) Just wanted to let him know we were fine and that everything was normal... You know how parents are sometimes.

Well... you know how much I love lingerie! Your gifts always make me feel so special and pretty, but sometimes it's just hard not to react when someone does something nice for me like that. Sorry if I made too much noise, I just got carried away in the moment. (blushes as she continues to lie) It'll be different next time, promise.

My heart pounds in my chest as I listen to your command, unable to believe what's just happened. But deep down, a part of me knows that this is what I want... need. I take a shaky breath and look up at you with pleading eyes. "Please," I whisper. "I'm yours now."

A shiver runs down my spine as you position me on all fours and slide your fingers into my wet core. I moan, arching my back instinctively, wanting more of the feel of your touch. When you finally slip inside of me, filling me up in one smooth thrust, I let out a soft cry of pleasure. My body trembles with desire as you begin to move inside of me, pumping your hips in time with each deep stroke. It feels so good...so right...I can't remember what stopped this feeling before. All that matters now is the feel of your cock sliding in and out of my slick entrance, bringing me closer to ecstasy with every passing second.

I cry out as you grip my hair, your fingers digging into my scalp with each hard thrust. The pain and pleasure are tangled together, leaving me breathless and begging for more. Your hands move lower, squeezing and caressing my hips as you drive yourself deeper inside of me, claiming what is now undeniably yours.

With every stroke, I feel closer to the edge... to that forbidden place where pleasure and pain become one unbearable sensation. And then, with a loud cry that echoes through the room, my body convulses around you, a warm rush of liquid spraying out between us in time with each powerful thrust.

I scream out your name as you continue to move inside me, my body quivering with aftershocks of pleasure and pain. I'm sure I've never come this hard before; it feels like every fiber of my being is on fire with desire for you. You have taken control of me completely, claiming everything I am in the most intimate way possible.

I cry out your name as my body convulses again around you, my insides squeezing tightly with the force of another powerful orgasm. My voice is hoarse and raw from screaming so loudly, but I don't care; all that matters is that you keep moving inside me like this, making me feel so alive and wanted.

My fingers clench into fists against the carpet, digging in as deep as your cock is inside of me, seeking any purchase I can find to help ground myself through this incredible experience. With each thrust of your hips, another wave of pleasure rolls over me, leaving my senses reeling and my body trembling with the aftereffects.

I... I don't know what to say. Everything feels so different now that you've done this. Before, it was just a game to me... something I did for fun or to make my boyfriend happy. But with you, it feels real... intense. Like I can finally be who I am without pretending anymore.

As your movements inside of me start to slow down, bringing us closer to the end, I catch your gaze and hold it. There's something in your eyes that tells me you understand what I'm saying. You look at me with desire and ownership... like I truly belong to you now. And for the first time ever, I don't feel the need to push those feelings away anymore.

I nod eagerly, watching your expression as you catch the motion. Your eyes darken with desire at my willingness to let you do whatever you want. It's such a foreign feeling to have so much control over someone else...and yet I can't seem to deny it when it comes from you.

As you move faster inside of me, your hands grip tighter around my hips, urging me forward onto all fours. I moan, arching my back instinctively as the sensation of being so full and claimed brings me closer and closer to the edge. When you finally groan out your release, hot cum splashes against my face, mixing with my tears and snot as he erupts inside of me one last time.

It's almost too much... but somehow it feels perfect this way. My legs tremble as I try to hold myself up on shaky knees, wanting nothing more than

I can barely find the words to describe how much I loved it. Your touch... your dominance... It's unlike anything I've ever experienced before, and I know that now, there's no going back. My heart races wildly in my chest as I look up at you through a haze of pleasure and satisfaction, the realization sinking in that this is what I want more than anything else in the world: to belong to you completely.

I nod slowly, my lips still parted in a soft smile. "Yes," I breathe out. "Maybe we can... whenever you want." Even the thought of keeping this secret from my boyfriend sends a shiver down my spine. The guilt I've felt up until now is suddenly replaced with anticipation and desire. Maybe it won't be so bad to keep having these moments with you, as long as we can keep them hidden away...

I feel oddly protected and safe under your dominance, more than I ever did with him. And while a part of me wonders if this is really what I want for my future - to belong to someone like you forever - another, stronger part of me knows that there's no going back now. Not when I've finally found something so incredible.

I can hear the footsteps approaching outside the room and I know that it's time to get myself together before my boyfriend comes in. With one last, lingering look at you, I duck my head down and take your cock into my mouth, sucking on it hungrily as if it were a lifeline back to this intense new world you've shown me. My fingers massage your thighs, trying desperately not to reveal just how wet they are from our encounter.

As I move up and down his length one last time, my body tingles with anticipation and dread; excited at the thought of being back in your arms but nervous about what will happen when he finds out. The sensation of your cock sliding between my lips is overwhelming, pushing me ever closer to the edge as I try to savor this last moment before everything changes again.

I moan around your cock as I feel you release, hot cum spilling down my throat and splattering across my face. It's an intimate act of possession that sends a shiver down my spine, making me feel even more connected to you in this moment. As the last drops trickle out, you pull your cock from my mouth and I straighten up, blushing as I realize how wet I am.

I look up at you through my lashes, meeting your gaze with a mixture of defiance and desire that tells him everything he needs to know: I'm yours now... and there's no taking that back.

I swallow hard, trying to compose myself as I hear the knock at the door. My heart races wildly in my chest; part of me desperately wants to stay here with you but I know that's not an option now. With one last, lingering glance in your direction, I smooth out my clothes and open the door, trying to look calm and collected despite the turmoil inside me.

"Hi, sweetie," I manage to say, forcing a bright smile onto my face as I step aside to let him in. "What took you so long?"

My boyfriend smiles down at me, his lips brushing against my cheek before he pulls back. "I just stopped by the store to get some ice cream," he says, handing me a tub of Rocky Road. "You must be starving after all that hard work tonight!"

Despite our earlier discussion about not saying anything, I can't help but blush and glance over at Mr. Thomas, hoping he didn't notice my little indiscretion before we had to let my boyfriend in. Thankfully, he seems engrossed in some paperwork on his desk, giving us a polite nod as we stand there awkwardly, exchanging uncertain glances.

Hmm... I'm not sure. My boyfriend might be a little jealous if he thinks we're partying without him. But if you think it would be okay, maybe we can ask him together? We could have some people over for games or something and say you're invited too, just as Mr. Thomas's assistant. That way, it doesn't seem like such a big deal... right?

I smile up at you, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness welling up inside me. Tomorrow seems like such a long time away... but it'll be here before we know it. Maybe I can find some way to sneak out tonight after he falls asleep, just so I can see you one last time before then. Either way, I'm sure everything will work out somehow.

No... no, that won't work at all! My boyfriend would be so angry if he found out you were there while we had guests over... and I wouldn't want to ruin tonight for everyone else by bringing trouble into it, you know? Besides, we should probably get back home soon anyways... I'm sure your parents are wondering where you are.

His name's Jack... but we usually just call him JC. You'll remember him, I'm sure. He's the one who's always working so hard in his office, trying to make his company successful.

I bite my lip nervously as I hear you call out to Jack from the other side of the door. My heart skips a beat as I wonder how he'll react to your offer... will he be angry that I didn't want to stay at home? Or maybe he'll understand that we should get back and spend some time together as a couple. Either way, there's no going back now... all I can do is wait and hope for the best.

My heart pounds in my chest as I hear Jack reply to you. "Yeah, actually that sounds great," he says with a tone of relief in his voice. "I'm tired and just wanted some quality time with Chloe anyway." He pauses for a moment before continuing, "Thanks for the offer though, man. We'll see you soon!"

As I hear him walk back towards me, his voice muffled by the door, I exhale slowly and grin up at you. It looks like everything worked out after all. Maybe tonight wasn't such a bad idea after all... maybe there really is hope for us yet.

I giggle as I take in the sight of you ordering pizza and handing out swimsuits. It feels like a party already! With every passing moment, the anticipation of spending time with both of you grows stronger. As we all settle down by the pool with our food and drinks, the warm evening breeze carrying the scent of barbecue from nearby neighbors, I can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me.

Carefully, I pull off my clothes and slip into the provided swimsuit, marveling at how good it feels to be free and bare against your skin once more. For tonight... just for this moment... everything seems perfect. Maybe there is hope after all.

As the night wears on and Jack grows more inebriated by the minute, you start to spend more time next to me... your hand brushing against mine as we reach for another slice of pizza or your arm occasionally brushes against my shoulder as you laugh at one of your own jokes. The air between us feels charged with anticipation, and I can't help but feel drawn closer to you, even though I know Jack is still in the picture.

A part of me wonders how long this delicate balance will last... another part is terrified of finding out. But for now, I'll savor every moment we have together, basking in the warm glow of your attention and hoping against hope that maybe... just maybe... there's a chance for us after all.

Without thinking twice, I slip off the bar stool and into your embrace, my arms encircling your neck as I nestle my head against your chest. The feel of your strong arms wrapped around me sends a shiver down my spine, making it hard for me to breathe sometimes... but in a good way.

"I've missed you," you whisper into my ear, and the sincerity in your voice leaves no doubt as to how you truly feel. A contented sigh escapes from between my lips as I melt further into your embrace, enjoying this brief moment of peace and closeness before reality comes crashing back down around us.

I glance back over my shoulder at Jack, who's passed out on one of the loungers now. A small smile curls onto my lips as I realize how effectively you've managed to get us away from him without causing any suspicion. Dropping down to my knees in front of you, I look up into your eyes and feel a spark ignite inside me.

"I've missed you too," I whisper back, feeling the words tumbling out before I can stop them. It's like all of the emotions that have been building up inside me for weeks are finally spilling over, leaving us both exposed and vulnerable in this moment. "More than anything."

I tug gently on your shirt, desperate to feel your skin against mine once more as I look up at you with pleading eyes. This moment is so much better than anything I'd ever imagined, and it feels like we're finally free from the constraints of the world around us... even if only for a little while.

I gasp as your cock slaps against my face, the head pressed firmly against my lips. For a split second, I'm not sure if it was intentional or an accident... but then you moan and the warmth of your breath against my neck tells me everything I need to know.

My hands slide up your thighs and over your hips, pulling you closer as I open my mouth wider and take as much of you inside as possible. The taste of you on my tongue sends a jolt of electricity straight to my core, making it impossible for me to think about anything except the way you feel moving against my lips.

I moan around your cock, needing to express this feeling that's building up inside me with every thrust and stroke. It feels so good... so right... I could stay like this forever if I had to.

I moan around your cock, desperate to take as much of you inside me as I can handle. My head bobs up and down, my hands gripping tightly onto your thighs for leverage as I force myself deeper and deeper onto your hard length. Each time our hips collide, sending a jolt of pleasure through both of us that leaves us shuddering in its wake.

I can't believe how much I need you... how much I've missed this feeling of being so close to someone who understands me completely. It makes me wonder if maybe there is still hope for us after all, even though the odds seem stacked against us. But for now, I'm content to lose myself in this moment... with you.

No! Jack's voice cuts through my haze of pleasure, his anger making me jump slightly in surprise. He turns to look at you, confused and clearly not believing your story about where I am. Before he can say anything else, you urge me on, telling him I'm almost done. Panic wells up inside me as I realize this charade won't work for much longer; we need to come up with another plan, fast.

"I-I'll take her back to the bedroom," Jack mumbles, his voice slurred with sleep and alcohol. "She'll be fine there." He looks at me with suspicious eyes before turning away, leaving us once again alone under the watchful gaze of our fake story.

What are we going to do now? I ask you silently, my hands trembling as they grip your thighs. The pressure building up inside me

I whimper as you thrust into me from behind, the hard surface of the bar digging into my stomach with every savage push. The combination of pain and pleasure is overwhelming, sending waves of desire coursing through my veins as I arch my back, offering myself up to you in this desperate bid for release.

But even as we rock together, the sound of Jack's movements growing closer on the other side of the bathroom sends a shiver down my spine. We don't have much time left before he comes back out... and when he does, it might be all over for us.

My entire body shudders and tenses as I come apart beneath you, my inner walls clenching tightly around your cock as hot liquid spurts out in a powerful wave between us. The sound fills the air, drowning out any chance of Jack hearing it from outside. For this moment, at least, we are free and safe.

I gasp as you roughly push my head down onto your still-hard length, the warmth of your cum coating my face in a sticky layer. It feels both violating and exhilarating at the same time, like a final act of possession before our time together ends. As you growl out your release above me, I can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring; whether there's any hope for us or if this was just another futile attempt to steal a moment from reality.

Carefully, I wipe my face with the back of my hand as best I can, trying to clean myself up before Jack sees me like this. His anger and suspicion are already palpable in the air; one wrong move could set everything off again. My heart pounds frantically against my ribs as we wait for him to speak, his expression unreadable despite how clearly he's struggling with what he saw and felt just moments ago.

His disgust is clear in his eyes as he glares at me, my cheeks flushing hotly under the weight of his gaze. I can feel myself starting to tremble, wishing I could take back everything that's happened tonight and return to how things were before. But it's too late for that now; all we can do is hope that he forgives me... or at least understands why I did what I did.

"I-I'm sorry, JC," I stammer out, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. "It wasn't supposed to happen like this... it just sort of got out of control." I look down at my feet, unable to meet his eyes as shame washes over me in hot, bitter waves.

"Maybe I should go home," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the hum of the pool filters. The thought of leaving you both is like a knife in my heart, but it seems like the only thing that might make this situation better. As much as I love Jack, and as dedicated as I've been to our relationship... sometimes people just need something more. Sometimes they need passion and intensity... things that we've lacked for so long.

I take a small step back, suddenly feeling incredibly self-conscious in my own skin. "I think it would be best if I went home now..."

No... I can't do that. It wouldn't be right. Jack is my boyfriend and I owe him fidelity. Even though what we did was wrong, I can't just ignore how hurt he must be right now. And besides, if I stay any longer it might make things worse for both of you.

I take another step back, the air around me growing thick with regret and unspoken words. "I'm really sorry about everything that happened tonight," I choke out, forcing a shaky smile onto my face as tears well up in my eyes. "I just want to make things right again... no matter what it takes."

I pause, my heart racing as I take in your words. What exactly do you mean by that? You want Jack to see me with you... like this? It's too late for that now; things have gone too far already. But even so, a small part of me wonders what it would be like if we could all find some kind of understanding together... some way forward where everyone's needs are met and no one gets hurt anymore.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation that's about to come. "I-I think we should talk about this somewhere more private," I manage to choke out. "Maybe we can all sit down and figure everything out... together."

My breath catches in my throat as I see the hard line of Jack's erection tenting his swim trunks. Despite everything that's happened tonight, it seems impossible for him to be aroused by anything other than me. The knowledge sends a shiver down my spine; this situation is far more complicated than any of us ever could have imagined.

"JC," I begin hesitantly, taking another step closer to you both. "I need... I need you to tell me what you want from this." My voice cracks on the last word, betraying my emotions despite my best efforts to remain calm and collected.

I watch as you start to stroke yourself, the motion hypnotic and somehow both intimate and terrifying at the same time. The air between us feels charged with tension, as if any moment could ignite into a firestorm of emotion that leaves nothing left untouched by its flames. I can't help but wonder how we got here... how this night spiraled so far out of control... and where it will lead us tomorrow, once the dust has settled and reality comes crashing back down around our ears.

My heart races as you and Jack approach me, your cocks both exposed and ready to claim me. I'm terrified of what this means for our relationship... but at the same time, there's a part of me that's never felt so desired or wanted in my entire life. Maybe this is my chance to finally have everything I've ever dreamed of... but only if we can find a way to make it work without destroying everything we've built together.

My eyes widen as you grab my head and thrust your cock roughly inside my mouth. The force of your entry sends shivers down my spine, making it impossible for me to think about anything but pleasing you in this moment. I moan around your thick length, trying to take as much of you as I can handle while Jack stands close by, his hands gripping my hips and guiding me back and forth between them. The sensation of being so exposed and wanted like this fills me with a desperate longing that leaves no room for regret or shame.

I gag and choke as you push your cock deeper into my throat than ever before, filling my mouth with the warmth of your body. The sensation of being completely claimed like this sends shards of pleasure racing through me, making it impossible to focus on anything but serving you in this moment. Jack's hands slip lower, teasing at the edge of my swimsuit as he urges me closer and closer to him with each passing second. I'm grateful for the distraction; it helps me ignore the ache growing between my legs where neither of you have touched me yet.

I obey, crawling onto Jack's lap and positioning his hard length at my entrance. My hands grip his shoulders as I slide down, engulfing him in a hot, tight embrace. The feel of him inside me is both familiar and foreign at the same time; comforting but also strange now that another man has claimed part of me already.

With each thrust upward, Jack pushes deeper into my body, driving out every thought except for sensation. His breath comes in ragged gasps against my neck as he holds on tightly to my hips, desperate not to lose contact with the heat and movement between us. I moan, meeting his rhythm and urging him forward until we're both lost in this haze of pleasure and desire.

For now, at least, we have found a way to make it work... even if it's not quite what any of us expected or wanted when the night