Hello everyone,
Thanks so much for the continued support and comments. I love how passionate you all get when they read something they don't like. There's been so many times when I've gone to write a response to a comment but have to stop myself. I've written three chapters ahead and I don't want to spill the beans. Just remember that Bella is a work in progress and won't get better in a day.
Anyway, please find the next chapter as well as outfits posted.
Enjoy!
~JustTry
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Chapter 33 Text
Wednesday August 4
It
was one of those days that I wished had started differently. I had woken up to
an empty bed, momentarily forgetting that Edward had to be at work for a
meeting at six in the morning. Apparently there was a webinar teleconference
being hosted by the British Association for Musical Therapy and his hospital
was invited to stream in. The conference was two days long so I would be waking
up alone tomorrow as well. It would be a great webinar and it said a lot that
his boss asked him to be present. But waking up without his arms around me, his
breath on my skin, or a gentle kiss on my temple put me in a funk.
We
had been dating for just shy of a month and yet, we had barely spent a night
apart. I loved Edward, and had never slept better than when I was wrapped in
his arms, but it was a bit concerning how much my life was now entwined with
his. I hadn’t had a single nightmare since we started sharing a bed. Not that I
was complaining, but it brought to light my concerns from the day before. If my
days and nights were surrounded by Edward, why was I worried about telling him
about the books, vitamins, and teas that I ordered online? Why was I afraid to
tell him that I didn’t want to see Dr. James again?
If I
let him into my bed every night, I should be able to let him into my mind. I
shouldn’t be worried about what he would think of me. Edward loved me and made
that known every day.
Luckily,
things got better as the day progressed. The rest of the students presented
their work and the class ended early. I sent the kids home while I stayed and
marked today’s presentations. I wanted to get everything done before I got home.
Tomorrow would be our last day of school and I had a surprise planned for the
kids.
I
drove home going over everything that I needed to get ready for tomorrow’s
surprise. I needed to stop by a couple stores and pick up a few things. I made
three stops on my way home, luckily picking up everything I needed.
It
was almost three in the afternoon by the time I made it home. Edward’s car sat
in the driveway and my joy from the presentations and their impending surprise
grew, knowing that my love was inside waiting for me.
“Edward,”
I called as I stumbled in the front door. My hands were full of bags and I
dropped them in the living room. “Edward?”
The
house remained silent as I went searching for him. He wasn’t in the living
room, kitchen or backyard. I went upstairs and found him curled up in my bed. A
small smile tugged on my lips as I took in the sight before me.
He
had to be up before the sun this morning, and clearly he needed his rest. His
hair was flopped over his forehead, his lips slightly parted and pouty, and his
arms clutched my pillow. I quietly walked to my bed, pulled the comforter back
and slid in under the covers. I slowly
tried to pull the pillow out from Edward’s embrace but he clung to it tightly.
His nose buried itself in the pillow, inhaling deeply as he softly moaned, “don’t
go,” and pulled the pillow tighter into his arms.
A
small chuckle left my lips as I swept a piece of hair out of his eyes.
“I’m
right here, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” I tugged on the pillow once more as
I placed a soft kiss on his forehead. I laid myself in front of him and gently
rubbed my hand up and down his arm.
“Bella,”
he moaned as his hold on the pillow loosened and he reached for me.
I
moved the pillow out of the way and nuzzled into his chest. His arms
automatically wrapped around me, pulling me tight against him. He let a deep
sigh escape his lips before he settled himself deeper into the bed and the soft
snores began.
oooOOOooo
My
body stretched as I slowly woke up. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep but being
held in his arms, surrounded by his scent, I couldn’t help but relax into his
body and simply melt into him. But now that I was beginning to wake, I realized
that it was Edward that woke me up.
My
head was resting on his chest while his arms held me tight. He was still
asleep, but his dream must be have been very exciting. His body was slowly
moving under me. His chest, raising and falling as though he was winded. His
hips, gently rolling and grinding into my hip, where he had thrown his leg
during out nap. On top of that, he was fisting my shirt in his hands as though
about to rip it from my body. But what had woken me was the moan that was
vibrating in his chest and just whispering through his lips.
“Mmmmm,
Bell…”
I
leaned up beside him, leaving my right leg between his, since he seemed to need
the friction, and looked down at his sleeping face. His mouth was slightly open
and his eyebrows were scrunched together. Another soft moan crept through his
lips as his hips lifted off the bed.
Clearly,
Edward was having a VERY exciting dream. I propped myself up on my left elbow
and decided I might as well give him a hand since I was now up.
I
slowly ran my hand down his bare chest, reveling in the warmth and smoothness
of his skin. My fingers ghosted over his flesh, pushing the blanket down as my
hand ventured lower. Small whimpers
escaped his mouth and my fingers slid down his stomach to the edge of his
boxers.
I
felt safe being able to touch him like this. I was still learning how to let go
and accept the pleasure that he gave me. With him asleep, I found confidence in
myself and was able to explore him as I desired. And with that confidence, a
realization and curiosity struck. Edward
wanted to taste me the other night. I wonder what he tastes like?
With
a deep breath, I slid my right hand under the elastic of his boxer briefs and
slowly reached my hand inside. My fingers were barely under the elastic when
they came in contact with the tip of him. With the blankets pushed down past his
waist, I could see just how hard he really was.
My
hand skimmed over his length before I carefully wrapped my fingers around him
and started to gently rub him. He immediately twitched in my grasp as his body
shifted beside me and a louder moan rumbled in his chest.
His
body turned onto its side towards me and he wrapped his arm around me waist,
pulling me tight into his chest. I was still propped up on my elbow but scooted
down his body so that I could reach farther down his shaft. As my hand moved back
up, my thumb rubbed the very tip, noticing that there was just a slight bead of
moisture there. As I spread the moisture around his head, his body arched and
stretched, and his hips shifted into my hand, causing it to slide down his
shaft again, and his lips latched themselves to my left shoulder. I tightened
my grip the slighted bit and continued to pump him.
“Bella.”
My
gaze shifted from his responsive body and looked up to see his eyes just barely
open, glowing green, peering up at me through tired lids.
“God,
that feels so good,” he whispered, as his left hand slid down my waist, hip and
thigh to skim over the edge of my skirt. His fingers tickled my skin as his
hand moved under my skirt and ghosted back up my right side, lifting my skirt
up to my hip in the process.
The
feeling of him gently twitching as my hand continued to massage him, plus the
tantalizing buzz of his fingers tickling my thigh and hip, had me dropping
myself from my elbow to lay back down on the bed, my body pressed into his.
Both our hands continued to move at a quickening pace as our foreheads rested
together and our bodies trapped our moving hands between us.
Edward’s
touch was making me lose focus. His fingers slid up and down my thigh - up the
inside, down the outside - until he was trailing his finger over the seam of my
panties. My grip on him involuntarily tightened, earning another moan from his
glorious mouth. My hand stopped its massage, focusing on the tip, spreading the
continual bead of moisture around the ridge as Edward’s gently swept his finger
over my sex. He lightly pushed his middle finger under the seam and across my
dampened lips.
“Love,
you’re so wet,” he moaned, as he started circling my clit.
A
gust of breath left my lips as his fingers gently started to work me over. I
was unable to continue to focus on him when his fingers on me were so
distracting.
I
slowly pulled my hand away from him and out of his boxers. His fingers stopped
their ministrations on me as I leaned my body into his, effectively rolling him
onto his back.
“Edward,”
I whispered against his lips as they touched for the first time today. “I want
to try something.”
His
eyes opened fully, his desire and passion shining brightly in them. I took a
deep breath and started to kiss down his body. My lips and tongue played with
his skin, fluttering over his chest, his abdomen and his stomach until my
tongue ran along the seam of his boxer briefs.
I sat
up on my heels and slowly lifted the elastic band off his hips, over his
impressive length, and with the help of him lifting his hips, down his legs. I
tenderly took him in my hand again, moving up and down on his length as I
placed another kiss on his stomach.
“Bella?”
Edward’s voice was strained and breathy. I looked up at him as I placed another
kiss on his lower stomach, slowly moving down his spattering of hair. “You
don’t have to…” His words cut off as I placed a timid kiss on the bottom of his
shaft.
I was
scared about taking Edward in my mouth, but it was something I wanted to try.
Even before he had tried to taste me the other night, it had been on my mind. I
knew that I wouldn’t be good at it my first time, and I knew I would gag a
couple times, but I wanted to push myself and try.
With
my eyes moving back to the job at hand, I started peppering kissed up his
length, finally reaching the tip. I tentatively kissed the very tip, and shyly
licked his moistened head. The groan that reverberated out of his throat added
to my minimal confidence.
I
kissed the tip again, opening my mouth a little more, allowing my lips to
engulf his head. Slowly, I opened my mouth more, taking more of him in. I was
surprised at how comfortable I was. I always thought that he would taste bad,
or that I would somehow screw it up. But according to the noises coming from
him, I was doing just fine.
I
shifted so that I was kneeling on the bed at Edward’s waist as I continued to
slowly bob up and down on him. Every so often I would push him in deeper,
wanting to take more of him in, but I would gag and have to move back up.
Edward’s
hips would sporadically lift off the bed when I would remove him from my mouth
and lick the rim and slit of his head and suck the tip in-between my lips. The
noises that continued to spout from his parted lips made me smirk until I felt
his hand move up my left thigh and under my panties. His hand returned to its
previous duty as his fingers ghosted over my mound and pushed through my lips
to my clit. A loud moan spilled from my lips as he pushed one finger in to my
center. My moan reverberated around him as my mouth moved deeper down on
him.
I
tried with all my might to hold off of my rapidly building orgasm until I could
get Edward off, but when he slid two fingers into my center, I dropped to my
stomach and started to feel the first quakes deep inside. I started to quiver
against his fingers and quickly removed him from my mouth. As he continued to
slide his fingers in and out of me, I buried my face in his thigh, trying to
hold off the building tremors that started to make my legs shake. My hand tried
to take over for my mouth as Edward’s shaft stood hard and twitching against
his stomach, but once he pressed his thumb to my clit, my orgasm shook through
my body and I was unable to do anything but clench his fingers and hold onto
his thigh for support.
Once
the shaking stopped and his fingers slowly slid out of me, I turned my head to
look at his beautiful face. His chest was heaving as quiet pants left his lips.
His eyes were half closed, his lids slightly covering his glowing eyes. I
whisper the words “I love you” to him as I slowly took him back in my mouth. I
could taste the pre-cum and felt him twitch against my lips and tongue as soon
as I lowered my lips over his tip.
He
reached down and ran his thumb over my jaw. “Bella, you have to stop. I can’t
hold on much longer,” he panted as he continued to rub my jaw.
I
removed my lips from around him and continued rubbing him with my hand. I
didn’t know what I’d do if he came in my mouth and things had gone so well so far
that I didn’t want to ruin our afternoon by choking on his semen.
His
head rolled back as his breathing sped up. I was still kneeling beside him at
his waist and Edward’s right hand clamped onto my calf. With a completely
silent breathe, his body began to shake and then stiffened. All of a sudden,
warmth was spurting out of him and landing on his abdomen and my hand, which
was still softly stroking him.
I
stared at his body below me and I removed my hand from his no longer twitching
shaft. I sat back on my calves, his hand moving to brush away the hair that had
fallen in his face. I was in complete awe at how much he had cum. My hand was
warm and sticky. There was a bit of cum on my index finger and I immediately
had the urge to lick it, once again, wondering what he tasted like.
I
look a quick peek up at Edward and noticed his eyes were closed and his breathe
was slowly coming down. Hesitantly, I brought my hand up to my mouth and
cautiously stuck my tongue out to taste the liquid on my index finger. My
tongue had just touched the tiniest drop when I registered that it wasn’t the
best taste in the word, kind of salty, but not horrible. I had always imagined
it would have tasted much, much worse.
Slowly
lowering my hand to the bed, I looked up and noticed that he was watching me
and holding out my bright blue box of Kleenex. An immediate blush scorched
through my body at being caught tasting him. What if he thought I was gross for wanting to taste him? My head
immediately lowered to stare at the mess on his stomach. A mess that I,
triumphantly caused, but a mess I felt embarrassed about.
I
could feel him push himself up to sit on the bed.
“Bella,”
he started, as his right hand cupped the back of my neck and started to gently
massage my muscles. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. That
was…amazing. You were amazing.”
He
removed his hand from around my neck, picked up my messy hand, and started to
wipe it clean with the tissues.
“Please
don’t be embarrassed about wanting to find out what it tastes like either,” he
continued as he started to clean himself off. “I wanted to know what you tasted
like too, remember?”
I
still couldn’t meet his eyes as he dropped my now somewhat cleaned off hand.
His hand pressed under my chin to lift my head to look at him. His eyes were
glowing, the green swirling and moving. He began to lean in to kiss me, but I
immediately pulled back.
“No,
Edward, don’t. I have…your…taste…in my mouth,” I stated, my voice getting shyer
as I went on.
His
hand went from under my chin to capture the back of my head. “I don’t care.”
The words were barely out of his lip when he pressed his mouth against mine.
His tongue swept over my lips and into my mouth. I was slightly disturbed that
he tasted himself on my tongue, but the mix of his taste, the feel of his
tongue and the smell of pure, raw Edward squashed those worries.
“I
love you so much,” he whispered against my lips before he leisurely pulled
away.
We
both got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He stripped me of my pink skirt
and white tank top, taking his time unwrapping me before his lips were on mine
again and he was backing me into the shower.
There
was a look of awe in his eyes for the remainder of the night. And although we
didn’t make love, he never severed contact with me all night. His hand was
floating up and down my back while we made dinner, ran up and down my thigh at
the table and he held me closer and tighter to him as he slept than he ever had
before.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Chapter 33 Teaser
Hello everyone,
I must say that I am quite surprised by the response to the last chapter. People were happy for the post, but many of you were mad that Bella hadn't told Edward that she didn't want to see Dr. James again. After 32 chapters, and knowing that each chapter is the next day, you guys should know that I have stuff planned out.
Have faith my friends.
That being said, here's the teaser for CH 33. Enjoy!
~~~
My
body stretched as I slowly woke up. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep but being
held in his arms, surrounded by his scent, I couldn’t help but relax into his
body and simply melt into him. But now that I was beginning to wake, I realized
that it was Edward that woke me up.
Friday, November 2, 2012
CH 32
Hello all,
Here it is. FINALLY a new chapter. So sorry for the delay. You honestly have no idea how horrible I feel that it's been so long since I've updated. Needless to say, life has not been simple for the past...many months. Oh well, just part of being an adult.
As I've said before, I have a couple chapters written, just waiting for them to be edited. And unfortunately, with my crappy writing, editing sometimes takes a while.
Please note that this chapter only had one edit so there are definitely going to be a few errors. I thought that you all wouldn't mind though. Hopefully, you're not looking for perfection.
Anyway, thanks to everyone who continues to read this (although I completely fail at posting) and who leave me encouraging comments. I read them all and they really do motivate me.
So enough talky talky, here's Chapter 32
~JustTry
Chapter 32 Text
Tuesday August 3
“Edward!!!
I can’t find my shoe!!” I was running late for work, dressed in a new purple
blouse that Alice
brought me back from her trip, and a black pencil skirt.
Edward
poked his head out of the bathroom, toothpaste foaming at the corner of his
mouth as he continued to brush.
“Did
you look under the bed?” he mumbled, as he walked back into the bathroom to
rinse out his mouth.
I
carefully crouched down in my tight skirt to find my left shoe hidden under the
mattress along with my pajama shorts from the night before.
The
morning had been chaotic. Edward had already been up for half an hour and was
ready to walk out the door. He came out of the bathroom washed, dressed, and
brushed, looking like a freaking Adonis. I, on the other hand, was un-showered,
had thrown my hair up in a ponytail, and was on my hands and knees picking up
everything that I had tossed from my bag this morning while I was looking for
my bra. I had been so comfortable in his bed last night that I slept through my
alarm.
On
top of everything else, I left my school bag with all the kids’ assignments at
home, so I needed to pick it up before heading to class.
I
finished getting dressed, re-packed my bag, grabbed my shoe, and ran down
stairs. Edward was waiting for me at the front door with a travel mug of tea
and a granola bar for my breakfast. I slid my left shoe on, grabbed the tea and
granola bar from Edward, kissed him, gave him a quick ‘I love you’, and ran to
my truck. Being late was one of my biggest pet peeves and I knew that if I
didn’t get my butt in gear, I was going to be late for class.
I
could hear Edward laughing at me as he followed me out of the house and down
the driveway. Even though it only took Edward seven minutes to drive to work,
it would take me twenty minutes to get home and another twenty to drive to
school. Regularly, it wouldn’t have been an issue to sleep in as the class
didn’t start until ten. However, it was quarter to eight and I had promised the
kids I’d be there at nine so that they could get the classroom and any
materials ready for their final project presentations.
Thankfully,
the traffic was light and my bag with the kids’ assignments was right by the
front door. I threw my overnight bag on the landing, grabbed my school bag and
ran back out of the house.
It
was the last three days of class for the summer. As the final part of their
assignment, the students were to present their stories to the rest of the
class. They were to stand up, summarize the story they studied and present
their final essay about how they would have changed the story if they were the
original author. They were to give us an example of how they would have written the piece. This was honestly my favourite
part of my job; the students getting to showcase their talent and be proud of
the work they had done.
The
interesting part about their presentation was the freedom. Since there were
only twelve students in the class, each student got thirty minutes to showcase
their presentation any way they wanted. I had gotten an outline from them last
week and was anxious about how today would go. Some of the presentations were
being performed; acting, a spoken word piece and a puppet show, while others
were made before hand and simply being presented; PowerPoints, comic strips,
and even a short film.
I
pulled into the school parking lot with plenty of time to spare. And even
though I was early, there were a couple of kids sitting in the football field,
rehearsing their presentations. I went into the school and more students were
sitting in the hallway in front of the door.
“Good
morning, all.” I smiled at my eager students as I unlocked the door and held it
open for them. I was astonished by what they had all brought.
Why does Lincoln have all this wood with him? I tried to remember what
Linc’s presentation was supposed to be, but all I remembered was him submitting
an outline that said “bring Depends.”
When I had asked him to explain, he just laughed and said to trust him. From
what I could figure out, we were either going to be laughing so hard we’d need
the adult diapers or he was going to do something to scare the crap out of us.
Students
slowly started trickling in as I set out their final essays for them to pick
up. All their work had been marked and returned and their grades, unknown to
them, had already been tabulated. So far, no one was under an 80% and by the
looks of it, after today’s presentations, no one would be under an 85%.
We
had already established an order to the presentations and the first student,
Sara, was getting herself ready. She asked for help in moving all the desks out
into the hallway and proceeded to turn the classroom into a storybook corner,
decorated the room like an enchanted forest. She had pillow, and blankets set
out, almost covering the entire classroom floor. There were posters of trees
taped to the wall, leaves from outside scattered on the floors, stuffed
rabbits, squirrels, mice and bears placed here and there, and she had a tape
playing in the background of birds chirping and wind blowing.
We
all grabbed pillows and blankets and crowded around where Sara sat in a rocking
chair she snatched from the drama room. She pulled out a large book, almost
half the side of her, and held it on her lap. Sara had created a beautifully
illustrated children’s book and was presenting it to us as “story time” in
kindergarten.
Sara
had decided to change Romeo and Juliet
into a children’s story about a mother bird that had to watch her baby bird
struggle to find her footing, or wings as Sara had put it.
Her
illustrations were breathtaking and although her story somewhat resembled that
of Gnomeo and Juliet; the red
cardinals verses the blue jays, different bird families nesting in neighbours
back yards and rivaling over the fence, it was still very well written,
presented and received by the class. It was lighthearted, comical and excellent
for children.
The
next presentation was Lincoln’s, who ended up changing the comedy, The Princess Bride, into a ghost story
about Inigo Montoya. He was a ghost hunter who spent his entire life searching
for the spirit of the six fingered man who killed his father.
Linc
had set up the classroom like a campground; sleeping bags on the floor, logs
arranged in the centre of the room to create a fire pit, flashlights and
battery operated lanterns placed haphazardly amongst the group, and he had all
the lights in the room turned off and the curtains closed. As an extra, he also
had fake fire logs that he plugged into the wall, which added a creepy glow to
the room and marshmallows for everyone to snack on.
We
got six presentations done by the end of class. The rest we would finish
tomorrow. I was energized by the presentations and decided that I wanted to do
something fun tonight. I stopped at the market on the way home, picked up some
steaks, chicken, vegetables, and fajita shells, as well as stopped in at the
liquor store for some Corona’s. I hated the beer, but I knew Edward would
appreciate it.
Alice had always done fiesta night
in college and it was a blast. I figured Edward and I deserved some fun.
I got
home and immediately marinated the steaks and chicken. I pre-sliced the red,
green, and yellow peppers as well as the onions that I would fry up and mashed
up the avocado to make guacamole.
I still had a couple of hours before Edward
would be over. And I had to say, this was the part I hated the most; the
waiting. Time also stood still when I was waiting to see him, especially when I
had one of my – admittedly, very rare – good days. I couldn’t wait to share
today’s presentations with him. I was ecstatic about how everything had gone
and how much the students had grown in their confidence, their talent and their
ambition.
I
grabbed a glass of water, a quick lunch, and my laptop and sat out back. I
finished updating the final marks and report card comments for the students who
had done their presentations today, leaving the other six for tomorrow once the
rest of the remaining students were done their presentations.
I was
just about to log off and flip the meat marinating in the fridge, when a
document in the bottom left corner of my desktop caught my eye. It was the
symptoms checklist that I had filled out before going to the clinic. I clicked
it open and re-read my answers. I was actually surprised at how honest I had
been when filling it out. It was proof that I had taken my first step in
opening up and admitting I had a problem. I felt good to realize that I finally
admitted that I felt depressed and that I had sought help. I went to the clinic
by myself and then went to see Dr. James.
Immediately,
yesterday’s conversation with Alice
popped into my head. She had been adamant that she did not want me to see Dr.
James again. She had a feeling about him, and when Alice had a feeling, you didn’t bet against
it.
But
in all fairness, as uncomfortable as it had been talking to Dr. James, and as
much as he bothered me, looking back, it was still good that I was doing
something, even if Dr. James turned out to be the wrong something.
I
pulled up my search engine and started googling “help for depression” to see if
there were any clinics or group meeting that I could participate in. I was still
hesitant about opening up and being 100% honest with a complete stranger, but I
wasn’t foolish enough to think if I ignored my problems, they would just go
away. I knew I had to see someone, but also believed that I needed to work up
to that point. There had to be something I could do in the interim to get me
comfortable and confident enough to confide in someone.
There
were plenty of counseling agencies listed, as well as books, tapes, blogs,
essays, “thing to do at home” suggestions, and home remedies. I took a long
time looking at all the different website, took notes about what different
people said and what would work for me. Some stuff I laughed at, but some
suggestions and home remedies seemed legit with proven results. And most
importantly, they seemed like something I was actually capable of and willing
to do. I wasn’t naïve enough to believe everything I read on the internet, but
when more than one website, including the American Association of Naturopathic
Physicians, said that something worked, I tended to believe it with a little
more validity.
With
a lot of hesitation, yet, slight determination, I ordered some books, vitamins
and herbs. I did some extra research about the vitamins and herbs, and it
looked like they had very minimal side effects, if any at all. They could be
bought at any drug store, and were even sold at Wal-Mart, so I knew they
weren’t some random pills and teas that someone was making in their garage. At
least I wasn’t giving up, like I normally would have. I didn’t find the answer
with Dr. James, so I was looking for help somewhere else. Surprisingly, I felt
proud.
I
turned off my computer just as I heard the sound of a car pulling in my
driveway. Grabbing the guacamole, nacho chips and a beer from the fridge for
Edward, I started to set things out on the dining room table.
“Honey,
I’m home,” Edward laughed, as he used his key, which I will never regret giving
him, to let himself in.
An
automatic smile lit up my face at his light heartedness as I made my way to the
front door to greet him properly. I was amazed at how comfortable and confident
I was with him after only a couple of weeks. As scared as I was to admit it, he
really had changed my life.
I
walked up to him as he was toeing his shoes off and wrapped my arms around his
neck. He immediately wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me tight to
his body, his nose burying itself in the nape of my neck.
“Welcome
home,” I whispered into his ear before I pulled my head back and kissed him
lightly on his cheek.
The
only response I got was a deep hum in his throat and a tightening of his arms
around me. I could feel his lips peppering gentle kissed on my shoulder. That
was enough of a response for me.
We
stood there in the foyer, holding each other, and relaxing into each other.
He
breathed a soft “I love you” into my ear before he pulled back just enough to
press his lips to mine. It was a slow but quick kiss, but it showed me how much
he actually meant the words.
“So
how was your day?” I asked, as I dragged him into the kitchen and handed him
his Corona.
He
took a large gulp before he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind as I
started to cut up the steak and chicken to fry.
“It
was great,” he started. “I missed you but am so excited that Jasper is back. It
still kinda sucks that we don’t get to work directly together, but we still get
to see plenty of each other.”
I
could picture Edward smiling like a little kid as he continued talking about
working with his best friend. He rested his chin on my shoulder, kissing my
neck, chin and shoulder sporadically as he continued with his day and I
continued to fry up dinner.
“…and
then he got this really sly look on his face and he asked me about Sunday.”
I put
the ladle I was using to stir the peppers and onions down, turned around in his
arms and immediately, a flush of nerves shot through my entire body.
“What
do you mean he asked you about Sunday?”
“Well,
apparently Alice
told him about how she and Rose over heard us saying we loved each other, the
kiss at the door when I was leaving and how she and Rose interrogated you after
I left but you wouldn’t tell them anything. She told him a little bit about
your conversation yesterday, but he was still curious.”
“Curious
about...” I should have known that Alice
would have told Jasper everything. They were married and Alice did love to talk. I was just surprised
that Jasper cared enough to ask Edward to elaborate.
“Bella,”
he smiled as he wrapped me tighter in his arms and lowered his forehead to
mine, “he was just worried about you, as I’m sure Alice is, too. They left for their honeymoon
after you ran out of their wedding in tears, only to come back to you and I in
love. They care about you and just want to make sure you’re okay.”
My
eyes automatically closed and a shiver ran through my body at the memory of how
I acted at Alice’s
wedding. True, it was hard for me to be there, and still hard for me to admit
my jealousy of Alice
getting everything she ever wanted, but I could have, and more importantly,
should have acted differently.
“People
care about you, Bella. More than you realize.”
Edward
told me about his conversation with Jasper as we finished making dinner. He
admitted that he told him what had been going on and was worried how I would
react to him talking about us to Jasper. After our conversation yesterday,
after I came back from Alice’s,
I was surprised that he would be concerned about talking to Jasper. It was only
fair that if I got to talk to someone about us, then he should too.
Our
fiesta night was light hearted after that. We snacked on fajitas and nachos
while I told him about the presentations that took place today and we held each
other on the couch while “The Three Amigos” played in the background.
And
although we laughed, kissed, held each other and were happy, for some reason,
the slightest hint of anxiety crept in the back on my mind as we started to
clean up the kitchen and get ready for bed. No, it wasn’t anxiety, it was
guilt. Guilt over the fact that although I loved him, trusted him and confided
in him, I didn’t tell him about what I had purchased online today and my
feelings about not wanting to go back to Dr. James. I was keeping this a secret
from him and I didn’t know why.
For
some strange reason, although I knew I should and could tell Edward everything
about my doubts about the creepy therapist and my decision to try things at
home until I felt ready to open up to a stranger, I just couldn’t. I wasn’t
sure if it was because I was afraid he’d be disappointed in me, or the fact
that even though I was proud of myself for looking for alternate aids than
therapy, I was disappointed in myself for giving up on getting professional
help, since I knew it was what I needed.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
CH 32 teaser
Hello everyone,
The next two chapters are with my second beta so they are on their way, I promise. But as a thanks for all your patience, here's an extra long teaser. Hope you enjoy!
~JustTry
~~~
“Edward!!!
I can’t find my shoe!!” I was running late for work, dressed in a new purple
blouse that Alice brought me back from her trip, and a black pencil skirt.
Edward
poked his head out of the bathroom, toothpaste foaming at the corner of his
mouth as he continued to brush.
“Did
you look under the bed?” he mumbled as he walked back into the bathroom to
rinse out his mouth.
I carefully
crouched down in my tight skirt to find my left shoe hidden under the mattress
along with my pajama shorts from the night before.
The
morning had been chaotic. Edward had already been up for half an hour and was
ready to walk out the door. He came out of the bathroom washed, dressed and
brushed, looking like a freaking Adonis. I, on the other hand, was un-showered,
had thrown my hair up in a ponytail, and was on my hands and knees picking up
everything that I had tossed from my bag this morning while I was looking for
my bra. I had been so comfortable in his bed last night that I slept through my
alarm.
On
top of everything else, I left my school bag with all the kids’ assignments at
home, so I needed to pick it up before heading to class.
I finished
getting dressed, re-packed my bag, grabbed my shoe, and ran down stairs. Edward
was waiting for me at the front door with a travel mug of tea and a granola bar
for my breakfast. I slid my left shoe on, grabbed the tea and granola bar from
Edward, kissed him, gave him a quick ‘I love you’, and ran to my truck. Being
late was one of my biggest pet peeves and I knew that if I didn’t get my butt
in gear, I was going to be late for class.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
The chapters...they're coming
Hello all,
I just wanted to give an updated on how the story is coming along. A few months ago, I had written that I was going to be taking a pause in posting chapters so that I could write a bunch of them and post them closer together. As of right now, I have a couple chapters written, almost done another and am starting to send them to be edited.
I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN ABOUT YOU ALL!!!
I am working away, writing chapter after chapter, hoping that they don't suck and trying to ensure that everything flows the way I want it to. And like most of my chapters, my writing is horrible so they need to be edited a few times.
Thanks to everyone who checks in on me and asks when the next chapter is coming. The chapters are coming...don't worry.
Also, I've been trying to figure out how to send notification out when I update the blog but for the life of me, I can't figure it out. If anyone know how to do that, or even if that's possible, please let me know. I'd much rather send everyone a notification when I post then have you keep checking and being disappointed when there's nothing new.
~JustTry
I just wanted to give an updated on how the story is coming along. A few months ago, I had written that I was going to be taking a pause in posting chapters so that I could write a bunch of them and post them closer together. As of right now, I have a couple chapters written, almost done another and am starting to send them to be edited.
I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN ABOUT YOU ALL!!!
I am working away, writing chapter after chapter, hoping that they don't suck and trying to ensure that everything flows the way I want it to. And like most of my chapters, my writing is horrible so they need to be edited a few times.
Thanks to everyone who checks in on me and asks when the next chapter is coming. The chapters are coming...don't worry.
Also, I've been trying to figure out how to send notification out when I update the blog but for the life of me, I can't figure it out. If anyone know how to do that, or even if that's possible, please let me know. I'd much rather send everyone a notification when I post then have you keep checking and being disappointed when there's nothing new.
~JustTry
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Chapter 31
I cannot thank everyone enough for their
continued support and encouragement with this story. I know that I completely
fail at updating, but it is unbelievably reassuring to have people stand
by my story and continually check in.
Mega, mega, mega thanks to Beth and Jaymie
for editing and re-editing this chapter.
Chapter 31 text
Monday August 2
I sat in my truck, debating whether to actually get out
and go to the door. I had promised Alice
that we would have “the talk” today and I would explain the whole Edward
situation to her. However, now that I was parked in her driveway, I wasn’t sure
if this was the best idea.
The moment I decided to put on my big girl pants and just
get this over with, the front door opened and the newlyweds walked out hand in
hand. Alice was
dressed in a gray jumpsuit, looking like she just walked off the cover of a
magazine and Jasper was dressed for work.
“Hey, Bella,” she smiled, as we all congregated on the
porch. Alice
pulled me into a hug while Jasper stood there smiling at us.
“You look happy,” he said, as he came over to give me a
hug.
A fierce blush spread over my face before he chuckled and
let me go. “I am,” I replied as I looked at both of them.
Alice and Jasper shared
a look before he kissed her goodbye and made his way over to their new Porsche,
walking right past his pickup truck.
“Jasper Theodore Whitlock!!!” Alice bellowed. “You are not taking my
wedding present to work so that it can sit in some crappy underground parking
lot all day!!!”
Jasper opened the door and slid into the car with a smile
on his face. “Sorry, Mrs. Whitlock, but it’s my present too and I want to show
it off.”
A huge smile lit up her face at the sound of her new name.
“You don’t play fair.” She huffed as she made her way down the driveway to kiss
her husband goodbye. “Have a good day at work, honey,” she giggled as she
kisses him again.
Alice turned
around, literally skipped up the driveway and linked her arm through mine.
“Come on, Miss Sassy Pants. I want to meet this new Bella who’s in love and has
learned to say ‘no’ to Rosalie Hale. Very brave.” She joked with a proud look
on her face as she dragged me into her house.
We flopped down on the couch, surrounded by shiny presents
and large bows. We had planned on opening and taking inventory of the wedding
gifts before she would make me lunch and I would update her on Edward. But as
it looked, she was more interested in me than in her waiting gifts.
“Soooo…” she prodded.
“Shall we start on the gifts?” I hedged, hoping to have a
little time to put my story in order.
“I don’t think so,” she laughed.
We sat there in silence for a breath before she spoke.
“Rose and I were talking after we left your place last
night. Neither of us have ever seen you so happy and so…you. I still can’t
believe you told Rose to back off. I don’t remember the last time you said no
to me, let alone Rosalie Hale. No one says no to the Ice Queen.”
We couldn’t help but laugh at Rose’s old nickname. Funnily
enough, it was Emmett that first came up with it.
“So come on, Bella; start spilling the beans.”
I started at the wedding, explaining how Edward and I
danced out in the hallway, how we came back to my place after the wedding and
how I ended up crying in his arms all night because of a dream about Jacob. I
went through our first kiss in the morning, our first date watching Tremors in
the park, the box of cupcake roses, how I told him about Jacob, the teddy bear
and box of chocolate kisses, and on and on. I told her about our practices on
the couch, our touches and kisses. Finally, I told her about how we made love
the first time, how we confessed our love to each other the first time, my
fight with Charlie, and eventually, I told Alice about Tanya and Dr. James.
“Hold on,” she said, as she raised her hands up in a stop
position. “So let me get this straight. In the 21 days that I’ve been gone, you
met a man, spent the night with him when you had only known him for a couple of
hours, fell in love, had sex for the first time, gave a man a key to your
house, found out Jake was getting married, severed all contact with your dad,
and started therapy?”
“Umm…yes?” My answer came out in the form of a question. Alice was giving me a
look that made me sink into the couch and want to hide beneath the blanket that
hung on over the back cushions. I knew that I was in trouble.
“So in this time, it never occurred to you to call your
best friend and update her on the most important three weeks of your life?” Alice reached behind her,
grabbed a throw pillow, and threw it at me. There was a smile on her face, but
genuine concern in her eyes.
“Bella, why didn’t you tell me any of this? You could have
phoned or emailed me. Don’t people usually share life-altering events with
their best friend?” she pulled out all the stops; sad voice, pouting bottom lip
and puppy dog eyes.
I took the throw pillow and threw it back at her as we
both dissolved into a light laughter.
“Of course this is stuff you share with your best friend.
It’s just that you were away on your honeymoon, climbing trees, seeing whales,
getting knocked up...” Alice
lifted the pillow in warning at the ‘knocked up’ comment.
“I wanted to tell you, Alice. And I know this sounds stupid, but
after what happened the first time I told Charlie about Edward, I was afraid
that if I told anyone, it would ruin us. If my own father thinks a guy he’s
never met is too good for his own daughter, what would others think?”
Alice and I were quiet for a bit as I stared down at my
entwined hands.
“Are you happy?” I looked up at my best friend, meeting
her eyes and nodded. Happy tears sprung to my eyes. “Then who cares what others
think.”
She wrapped her arms around me, gave me a kiss on the
cheek, and then pushed me back to my side of the couch.
“Okay, just one more question, then it’s present time!
What’s he like in bed?”
A deep blush spread across my face as I thought of
Edward’s touch; his lips, our love making. Tender and loving were the words
that immediately came to mind, but instead I simply told Alice that he was perfect.
oooOOOooo
We spent the next three hours quizzing each other about
our weeks apart while Alice
pulled off bows and ripped through paper. I inventoried all the wedding gifts
they had received taking note of who gave them what and how much cash was
collected. When I asked why she was opening everything without Jasper, she got
a little shy and said that he had told her that she was the only gift he cared
about, the rest was all for her.
Once everything was opened and accounted for, Alice printed out the
thank-you card that she and Jasper had created on their computer. While I
addressed all the envelopes, Alice
wrote a personal message on each one, signed her name, and left a spot for
Jasper to sign his.
We stood back and gazed over the sea of gifts that they
had received. There was over $2000 in cash, plus almost every home accessory
one could think of; picture frames, candle holders, salad bowls, silverware,
wine glasses, bedding, and more.
“So when do we get to go on a double date?” Alice asked, as we
gathered the garbage from around the living room and placed all the gifts in
the corner of the room.
I flopped down on the couch as I thought about Alice and I
finally going out together.
“Whenever you’d like,” I replied with a smile.
She bounced down on the couch beside me with a giddy smile
on her face.
“So tell me more, Bella. Tell me about you and Edward.”
“What do you want to know?” I regretted the words as soon
as they left my lips. I knew that I was giving Alice free reign to ask whatever she’d like.
A tender smile spread across her face, but her eyes were genuine with concern.
“What was your first time like?” There was an innocence
and sincerity in the way that she asked the question.
I took a moment to think about the first time Edward and I
had sex, the anxiety that I felt, the tenderness in his touch and the drive I
had to just be with him.
I finally turned and looked at Alice. “It was scary as hell!”
She let out a little chuckle before asking me to
elaborate.
“It was….intense. Edward was leaving the next day and I
already new that I was in love with him. We were fooling around and then I just
became desperate. I needed him. Needed to touch him, to open up to him, to be held
by him.”
I remembered what Alice
had said about her first time, that it felt like diarrhea going backwards out
the wrong hole. And, as much as I tried, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“What’s so funny?” she asked with some hesitation.
“Just remembering how you described your first time.”
A blush actually tinted her cheeks as she snorted and
shook her head. “Please tell me your first time was better.”
“Yes, it was better. Much better.”
Alice kept asking
questions, gently prodding for more and more details that I wouldn’t give. I
told her about my emotional confusion, how I sat in the bathtub afterwards and
the intense sadness I felt the next morning when he left.
We continued talking, merging into my depression
questionnaire and my meeting with James. Our discussion turned from fun and
light to serious and daunting. She was adamant that she did not want me to see
Dr. James again. She was so determined in her opinion that I should find a new
doctor, that she actually pulled out her laptop and googled him in front of me.
The search results for Dr. James Wylder were mixed. Some
were pages about his book, while some were reviews on a “Rate your Doctor”
webpage. In general, the reviews were glowing from the medical community and
reserved or critical from patients. The general consensus was that he was
abrupt and raw, but good at what he did. He got people to face their issues and
eventually face them head on. It just may not have been the easiest road to get
there.
By the time Alice and I went through the first page of the
google results, James’ outlook didn’t look the greatest. The conversation was
draining and emotional, having to re-face the events of that therapy session. I
was exhausted, emotional but somewhat relieved. It had been a long day opening
up about everything, but it was good to have Alice back. I missed her more than I realized
and having my best friend back was a huge comfort.
By the time I left, Jasper was pulling into the driveway
and my eyelids were heavy. I was drained but yearning for Edward.
I drove straight to Edward’s place from Alice’s. It was already after 6:30 in the
evening and my stomach was starting to growl. On top of that, I missed him. I
hadn’t heard from him all day and after having Alice bombard me with questions about us for
hours, I just wanted to be in his arms.
“Edward?” I called, as I walked straight into his home. I
didn’t bother knocking, I missed him that much. I walked into the kitchen and
saw him sitting in the reading nook with his laptop on his lap.
“Hey, beautiful,” he smiled as he put his computer down
and opened his arms to me. I dropped myself on the couch next to him in a very
un-ladylike fashion and threw my arms around his neck. Instantly, I felt calm,
relaxed and at home.
“You okay?” he laughed, as he kissed the top of my head.
“I’m tired and I missed you. As much as I love and missed Alice, that girl can be
tiring. She basically asked about us for six hours straight.” Edward laughed
harder into my hair as I snuggled deeper into his arms.
“First,” I continued as I pulled back and leaned against
his chest, “we talked for over two hours about what she had missed and what had
been happening in my life since she went on her honeymoon. Then, as we opened
her wedding presents, she continued to ask me question after question about
you, what you were like, what kind of dates had you taken me on, what kind of
kisser were you, were you good in bed. We basically talked about you the whole
time.”
“That must have been torture,” Edward laughed and he squeezed
me.
I looked up at him from my spot on his shoulder and kissed
the side of his jaw. It was obvious that it wasn’t enough for Edward as he
shifted so that he could kiss me properly. It was a soft, slow kiss full of
longing and tenderness.
“As much as I love you,” I said once we separated and I
resumed my spot resting against his chest, “no more talking for me. Tell me how
your first official day as a musical therapist went.”
I sat there, leaning against Edward. His arms wrapped
around me and occasionally he would place a kiss on the top of my head. He told
me about his day, his patients, and the official documents he had to sign. The
last thing I remember before falling asleep in his arms was him telling me
something about a vacation schedule.
oooOOOooo
“Bella,”
I felt a gentle kiss and all I could manage was a
grunt.
“Love, dinner’s here. Do you want to eat something?”
I slowly opened my eyes to see Edward kneeling on the
floor in front me. I was lying down on the couch in his reading nook. There was
a pillow under my head and a light blanket draped over me.
“Dinner?” I managed to squeak out the one word before a
large yawn took over.
“I ordered Chinese. Come. Let’s eat outside in the fresh
air.”
He helped me up from the couch and we grabbed a plate of
food. He had ordered so many dishes that it almost covered his entire kitchen
island. I looked at him in shock.
“I didn’t know what you would like, so I ordered a little
of everything”
We ate outside in the setting sun. I asked him to tell me
again about his day since I felt bad about falling asleep during part of his
story.
“What was I going to do? Argue over six week’s holidays?
Of course not! I don’t know why I had to bring a union rep with me to sign the
contract. It’s higher pay, better hours, consistent hours, better benefits and
more vacation. It’s my dream job.”
Edward had a huge smile on his face as he shoved a forkful
of guy ding in his mouth.
“The only down side,” he continued once he was done
chewing, “is that I don’t get to work with Jasper as much as I’d like. He’s in
one part of the unit and I’m in the other. We still get to see each other and
talk, but I was hoping to work closer with him. He’s really good at what he
does.”
We sat out on his back patio for the rest of the evening,
sipping on the sangria he made, watching the sunset, and sharing easy
conversation. We started a fire in the cast iron chimenea that sat on the
corner of the patio and nestled together in its warmth.
It was a beautiful evening, resting in the arms of the man
who loved me. We weren’t being physical, but it was such an intimate moment. It
was everything that I told Alice
our relationship was: perfect.
oooOOOooo
It was almost ten thirty by the time Edward and I went
back inside, cleaned up the kitchen, and made our way to bed. I was completely
exhausted and flopped onto the bed, simply lying there with my eyes closed as
he undressed and brushed his teeth.
“You’re exhausted,” he whispered as he sat down beside me
on the edge of the bed. He gently pushed my hair from my face and kissed my
closed eyelids. A small smile played on my lips as I unconsciously turned my
body towards his.
“I’ve missed you today,” he continued. “I missed us.”
“Me too,” I said as I slowly opened my eyes and took in his
beauty. He was the most striking person I had ever seen. Regardless of the fact
that he was only in his pajama bottoms and his bare chest was mere inches away,
it was the love that I saw in his eyes that always took my breath away. And,
even though I was half asleep, my desire for him grew.
He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine. “Can I
show you how much I missed you?” he asked as his lips gently skimmed over mine.
With the slightest nod, Edward’s lips pressed slowly, but meaningfully into mine.
The kiss was not hard or hurried, but there was no mistaking the intensity or
its intent.
I could feel just the tip of Edward’s tongue tickle my
bottom lip before he started to kiss along my cheek, up to suck gently on my
earlobe and down my jaw line. My breath was slowly starting to speed up as my
hands sought out any part of Edward that I could reach. I was thoroughly
enjoying what Edward was doing to me, but I felt bad. I was far too tired to
reciprocate any sort of intimacy tonight.
“Edward…” I breathed as his lips and tongue danced over
the column of my neck. He started to pull the neck of my shirt to the side so
that he could kiss along my shoulder. “It’s late,” I continued.
“Don’t worry, love,” he said as his lips returned to mine
for a searing kiss. “Just let me show you how much I missed you. This is all
about you.”
Edward sat back on his knees, and looked down at me. There
was lust clearly written on his face, but also tenderness. He slowly untied the
belt around my top and slid his hands under the hem until he was holding my
sides.
“Arms up,” he murmured as he pushed the shirt over my head
and tossed it on the floor. His lips were immediately on me once more, kissing
and tasting my shoulder and my chest. He gently kissed each of my covered
breasts before he reached around my back and unclasped my bra, drawing it
aside, and taking a nipple into his mouth. He gently pulled on it and smoothed
his tongue over my hardening nub.
A breathy moan left my lips as my hands ran through his
hair. Edward’s lips were exquisite as they traveled across my skin, teasing,
kissing, licking and sucking as they went. His hands skimmed over my sides as
he made his way to my other breast, down my stomach and to the hem of my pants.
“Lift up for me, baby,” he whispered as he unfastened my
pants and slowly started pulling them down. Once they had joined my top and bra
on the floor, Edward kissed each toe on each foot, both ankles and crawled back
up my body, slowly burning a path up both legs. I was quivering by the time his
lips reached my thighs.
His hot breathe concentrated right over my center before
he kissed me over my underwear. Whoa,
I thought as a tingle shot through my body from the single touch. That’s new. My body shook as he placed
another soft kiss right over my covered center before he moved and kissed the
hem of my panties.
It hit me like a gunshot. I understood what he had been
saying. “Just let me show you how much I
missed you. This is all about you.” Edward wanted to go down on me!
The overwhelming desire was quickly tainted by panic. The
thought of his mouth on me, tasting me, and licking me made my bravery start to
shatter.
I knew that it was supposed to be amazing; Alice had gone on and on
the first time Jasper had gone down on her. But I couldn’t get over the fear.
What if I smelled bad, or tasted gross?
NO! I warred with
myself. This is Edward. He won’t care
what I smell like or taste like. He loves me. He wants to pleasure me without
any type of reciprocation. He’s just helping me push my limits. I have to trust
him.
Unfortunately, at that moment, three things happened; he
pulled my underwear aside, placed a kiss on my naked flash, and my body jerked
in response to the intense sensation.
He propped himself up on his elbows so that he could look
up at me. “Bella,” he whispered, “you okay?”
I was panting at the sensation, tense from the situation
and attempting to nod my head to show Edward that I was okay. Hesitant, but
okay.
“Bella, it’s all right. I won’t kiss you there if you
don’t want me to.” He said as he lovingly kissed my thigh and started to pull
away.
My eyes flew open at Edward’s words.
“But…I…” I was stunned that he would just stop.
“I just wanted a taste,” he smirked as he kissed my naked
shoulder.
I wondered if he was being honest in saying that he only
wanted a taste, or if he was calling it quits because of my involuntary body
spasm. It was true that I was nervous, but I didn’t necessarily want him to
stop. I felt bad that he always had to withhold his pleasure and desires for
me.
“I’m sorry, Edward.”
“Sorry for what? It’s fine if you’re nervous and scared.”
“I’m sorry that you had to stop. I didn’t want you to
stop. My body just reacted.”
I turned towards him, interlocked my legs with his and
snuggled into his arms.
“I know it’s stupid,” I continued, “but I’m worried that
you might get grossed out. What if I smell or taste gross?”
Edward chuckled as he lightly kissed my lips.
“Love, there is no way you could ever gross me out… and
you didn’t smell bad. You smell like lust, and desire, and sex.” He kissed me
again, increasing the intensity and lightly skimming his hand down my naked
back.
“It’s hard for me to stay away from you when you’re lying
here, naked and moaning,” he said as he started to run his hand over my hips
and down my thigh, hooking it higher over his leg. “But we’ll always go at your speed, love. I
just wanted to make you feel good and I sometimes forget myself and forget that
this is all new to you.”
Edward and I just held each other until he fell asleep.
Unfortunately, sleep did not come so easily for me. I kept thinking about what
he said about forgetting that this was all new for me and that we’d always go
at my pace. It wasn’t fair for me to stop him just because I was inexperienced.
He would never hurt me or push me too far. Plus, if I never pushed myself, how
was I ever going to move past being inexperienced?
I had found strength in my own desire on Saturday when
Edward and I went to see Cirque du Soleil. I had initiated things that morning
in bed, in the shower and had pushed myself to be on top of him during sex that
night. I had seen what I wanted and took it.
“See it, want it, take it, have it.”
It was my motto on Saturday and from now on, it was going to be the philosophy
I strived to live by.
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