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** OCTOBER 22ND ** |
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*** CHEETHAM ROAD PRIMARY SCHOOL - 1:30 PM *** |
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| Polly chews on a ham and cheese sandwich, looking over at her dark-haired best friend. Vicky is idly playing with her shirt. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | Me mam said that one day I'd have boobs like the older girls. I hope she's right. |
| Polly scoffs. | |
| Polly Page: | Why would you want them though? Then all the boys will come after you. |
| Vicky shrugs. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | I wouldn't complain. |
| Polly Page: | You want a load of boys hanging around you, yuck! |
| Vicky tosses her hair over her shoulder. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | You wouldn't understand. You're just a kid. I am a woman! |
| Polly rolls her eyes. | |
| Polly Page: | Oh please. Yeah and you've spilt peanut butter all over ya jumper! |
| Vicky Hagen: | At least I have a nice new jumper, unlike that rag you're wearing! |
| Polly shrugs and straightens out the dark green jumper that is their school uniform. | |
| Polly Page: | Can I help it if Bella likes to chew on it? |
| Vicky rolls her eyes. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | You and that dog. Why don't you marry the silly thing the amount you go about it? |
| Polly Page: | Leave her alone, she's so little and cute. Plus I'm teaching her to sit. She's really good at that. |
| Vicky Hagen: | Hah! She should meet my Rottweiler, Growler. He'd eat her for breakfast! |
| Polly Page: | Well if you prefer viciousness to loyalty, that's up to you. |
| Polly throws her apple core into the bin, pacing back over to the table. Vicky rolls her eyes. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | I was only teasing Polly, no need to take it so personally. Jeez, what is it with you lately? I say something and you bite my head off. |
| Polly sighs, resting her head in her hands. | |
| Polly Page: | Sorry. |
| Vicky tries to change the topic. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | Did you hear about the reconstruction next week? |
| Polly looks over slowly at her friend. | |
| Polly Page: | What? |
| Vicky Hagen: | The big reconstruction. They're going to recreate a huge accident down on the oval and we get to see how the police, fire and ambulance people deal with it. |
| Polly's eyes light up. | |
| Polly Page: | Really? What sorta accident? |
| Vicky Hagen: | A big car accident. I think they're going to smash a car into a trailer and show us how they get the victims out and have to clear the area and all sorts of other cool things. Then we get to talk to the officers later on. I'm gonna sit in the police lecture 'cause I'd love to be a copper one day. |
| Polly replies rather unenthusiastically. | |
| Polly Page: | Neat. |
| Vicky looks at Polly in annoyance. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | Neat? Is that all you can say? It's costing them heaps to bring it here and show it to us. It's way more than "Neat"! |
| Polly Page: | It's okay. |
| Vicky rolls her eyes. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | You can be so dull sometimes, you know that Polly? Don't you want to go out there and enjoy life? |
| Vicky absent-mindedly scratches at her left leg. | |
| Polly Page: | You really have to come over and meet Bella one day. She's the cutest little thing! |
| Vicky Hagen: | Uh-huh. |
| Vicky continues to scratch at her leg, more insistently this time. | |
| Polly Page: | What's wrong? |
| Vicky Hagen: | Nothing. |
| Vicky winces briefly as she continues to rub her fingernails along the side of her leg. Polly pops her head under the table, noticing the dark bruises on Vicky's shins. | |
| Polly Page: | Ouch! How'd you do that? |
| Vicky shakes her head. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | I fell over, forget about it. It's just a bit sore. |
| Polly shrugs. | |
| Polly Page: | When? |
| Vicky Hagen: | The other day, when my Dad picked me up from tennis. |
| Polly Page: | Musta hurt heaps. What did he say when you did it? |
| Vicky Hagen: | Not a lot. He was pretty mad at me at the time. |
| Vicky casts her eyes downward. She is reluctant to say any more. Polly lowers her voice, glancing across at her friend. | |
| Polly Page: | Did he do it? I mean, it wouldn't be the first time. |
| Vicky purses her lips. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | Yeah. But forget about it, Poll. It's my problem, not yours. You have enough worries of your own, yeah? |
| Polly shrugs, chuckling lightly. | |
| Polly Page: | You'll have to get outa the way quicker next time. |
| Vicky smiles and picks up her wrappers. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | I'll try. It's more a problem for my Mum than me but I really don't want to talk about it, okay? Some other time. |
| Vicky walks over to a bin and dumps the wrappers. | |
| Polly Page: | Whatever. So what are you doing this weekend? |
| Vicky Hagen: | Nothing much. A few parties, maybe a sleepover at Eddie's place. You really should come to one of them one of these days. |
| Polly screws up her nose. | |
| Polly Page: | No fanks, sitting around playing spin the bottle with you guys, you're nuts! Nah I want you to come over and meet Bella. |
| Vicky sighs. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | I'll do a deal. You can take your precious dog over to my place one night, we'll have a little party and you can show off your dog. Deal? |
| Polly nods eagerly. | |
| Polly Page: | Sure, if I'm allowed. Which isn't very likely. |
| Vicky screws up her face. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | You need to get out more. Get away from that bastard. |
| Polly shrugs. | |
| Polly Page: | He's okay. Although some of his mates are right pigs. |
| Vicky is about to enquire further when she is cut off by the deafening sound of a bell ringing. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | Come on, we've got music next. We don't want to keep Mrs Bannister waiting. |
| Vicky and Polly grab their things and run off towards class. | |
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*** MATTHEWS RESIDENCE - 4:00 PM *** |
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| Greg slips the money into his back pocket and heads towards the door. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Ian, come on kiddo. We'll go kick the footy round the park for awhile, yeah? |
| Ian Page: | Just a minute Greg, I'm getting the ball! |
| Ray Ballantyne: | So, how long do I have? |
| Greg checks his watch. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Well for what you gave me, an hour, but it's up to you. |
| Ray Ballantyne: | I'm a fast operator, Mr Matthews. An hour is plenty of time. |
| Ray takes his coat off and hangs it on a hook. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Is she upstairs? |
| Greg nods, as Ian slips through the front door. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Polly! Get downstairs! |
| Greg waits several moments until the girl's head appears at the bottom of the stairs. | |
| Greg Matthews: | All okay? |
| Ray nods. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | And you'll be gone for the entire hour? I don't want any interruptions. |
| Ian yells from outside. | |
| Ian Page: | Hurry up Greg! We've got a cup final to play! |
| Greg nods impatiently. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Whole hour. Phone's off the hook, too. |
| Greg finally gets out the door after Ian. Ray turns to face Polly with a weak smile on his face. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Hello there, what's your name? |
| Polly's face falls, noticing Greg and Ian leave. She casually paces over towards the middle-aged gentleman. | |
| Polly Page: | Polly. You musta known that though. |
| Ray looks down at the small girl. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | True. You seem quite clever for your age. How old are you, Polly? |
| Polly brushes a piece of hair behind her ear. | |
| Polly Page: | Eleven. |
| Ray Ballantyne: | You're very grown up for eleven. Do you know what we are going to do for the next hour or so? |
| Polly shrugs. | |
| Polly Page: | Well that's up to you, ain't it. But I can probably guess. |
| Ray Ballantyne: | How many times have you done this before? |
| Polly rolls her eyes. | |
| Polly Page: | What, you expect me to keep count? Twenty or so I guess. |
| Ray whistles under his breath. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Do you like it, Polly? When men start to touch you? |
| Polly looks at him strangely before answering. | |
| Polly Page: | Do I have a choice? |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Of course you do. It's more fun for both of us if you enjoy it too. My name's Ray by the way. |
| Ray holds out his hand and smiles at Polly. She gives him an extremely surprised glare, before shaking his hand. | |
| Polly Page: | Okay. |
| Ray Ballantyne: | I'm very pleased to meet you Polly. I hope we can be good friends. |
| Ray strokes Polly's hand gently before letting it go. Polly continues looking at him confused, not sure of what to say. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | What's your favourite place in the house, Polly? Your favourite room? |
| Polly Page: | My bedroom's pretty cool, but I dunno if we're meant to go into there. I usually go to Greg's room. |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Is that upstairs? |
| Polly nods, heading solemnly towards the stairs. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Can you show me the way? |
| Ray follows Polly onto the stairs. She slowly paces up the stairs, heading for the master bedroom. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Does Greg mind you using his bedroom? |
| Polly shakes her head. | |
| Polly Page: | That's where I always go. |
| Ray and Polly reach the top of the stairs. He nods towards the door at the end of the hallway. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Is it that room? |
| Ray nods towards the door at the end of the hallway. | |
| Polly Page: | No, that's my room. Greg's is on the right. |
| Polly arrives outside the room, standing awkwardly in the doorway. Ray walks forward and has a look inside the room. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | This room's a bit too homely. It's all about your stepdad, not about you. |
| Ray turns to face Polly. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Can you show me your room, Polly? |
| Polly looks hesitant. | |
| Polly Page: | No. This is where we have to go. |
| Ray kneels down in front of Polly. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Please? You're a lovely little girl and I really want to get to know you better. Can you just show me your room? We don't have to do anything there if you don't want to. |
| Polly Page: | Well, okay, I guess. But it's not the routine, so don't mention it to Greg. |
| Polly paces down towards her room, opening the door. Ray smiles and follows her inside. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Wow! You have a brilliant room here. |
| Polly shrugs. | |
| Polly Page: | Thanks. It's pretty nice. With all the care bears too. I've got the whole set now! |
| Ray looks around the slightly cramped room, focussing on the set of bears. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | That's most impressive. Do you like care bears? |
| Polly Page: | Yeah, when I was younger. They're okay, but not as much now. |
| Ray Ballantyne: | So what do you like, Polly? |
| Polly crosses her arms tightly. | |
| Polly Page: | I don't like any of it, but it's up to you. |
| Ray sighs tolerantly. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | I didn't mean that. I meant in general, what music do you listen to, what sports do you like. |
| Polly is caught off-guard. | |
| Polly Page: | I dunno. I play hockey, not really into music. |
| Ray Ballantyne: | I used to play hockey. I was in the London finals one year. |
| Ray walks over to examine one of Polly's hockey trophies. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Are you good at it? |
| Polly smiles brightly, looking over at him. | |
| Polly Page: | Pretty good, I got to be Captain last year, but then dumb old Jenny bribed the coach. |
| Ray sits down on Polly's bed. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | This is a really comfy bed. You sleep here? |
| Polly answers somewhat slowly. | |
| Polly Page: | Well it's my bedroom, ain't it. |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Come over here and sit down next to me, Polly. |
| Ray pats the bed next to him. Polly heads over hesitantly and sits down. | |
| Polly Page: | Look, we really should get outa here. |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Can we stay in here for a little while? Just for a few minutes? |
| Ray rests his arm on Polly's back and squeezes her shoulders gently. She tries to pulls away from him. | |
| Polly Page: | Look, I'll do anything you want, but not in here, okay? |
| Ray wraps his other arm around Polly's front and pulls her close. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Why not? It's nice and cosy. |
| Polly looks away from him. | |
| Polly Page: | I just don't wanna, okay? |
| Ray pulls Polly closer towards him. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | You'll do as I say so. I want you to like this too but I can be violent if I have to. |
| Ray yanks down on Polly's hair. She gives a painful yelp, collapsing back down on the bed. | |
| Polly Page: | Okay, okay. |
| Ray smiles. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Good girl. Now what would you like to do first? I'll let you choose what we do. |
| Polly looks remotely repulsed, glancing back at the care bears. | |
| Polly Page: | I don't care, but preferably nothing too rough. I've had a few of those sort lately. |
| Ray Ballantyne: | I'm very gentle. Here, put your hand here and tell me what it feels like. |
| Ray reaches across and draws Polly's hand on to the lump in his trousers. She rolls her eyes. | |
| Polly Page: | I was doing thing sorta thing five years ago. |
| Polly continues sarcastically. | |
| Polly Page: | Oh wow, hard. Really impressive! |
| Ray reaches down and unzips himself. His erection springs up, as he in not wearing underpants. It is very large and Polly's eyes widen. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | What do you think of that? |
| Polly shrugs. | |
| Polly Page: | It'll win you second place. |
| Ray grunts and pulls his balls out of his fly too. Polly leans over him, taking him inside her mouth. Ray pulls out of Polly's mouth suddenly. Polly looks up, confused. | |
| Polly Page: | What's wrong? |
| Ray Ballantyne: | No, start on the entrees. Then you can move onto the main course. |
| Ray reaches down and pulls his erection backwards. He smiles at Polly. She slides off the bed, moving down between his legs, to gently suck on his balls. Ray moans softly as her tongue slides over his sack. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Very good. A bit faster, though. |
| Polly increases her speed, placing her hands on his knees for support. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Hmm yes, very good. Use your hands too. |
| Polly does as requested, moving her hands to his shaft and maintaining a steady, yet powerful rhythm. Ray groans and thrusts upwards, his shaft rubbing against Polly's face. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | You can move onto the main course now. |
| Polly takes him back into her mouth silently, her tongue brushing over his head. Ray rests his hands on Polly's shoulders and gently massages them as she goes up and down. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | You're a pro, darling. |
| Polly tightens her hands around him, pulling sharply, as she sucks him deeper into her mouth. Ray tenses up and lets out a low wail as he orgasms, spilling his load into Polly's eager young throat. Ray continues to come into Polly's mouth for several moments then slides out once he is finished, his wet and sticky erection falling to one side. Polly swallows quickly, very well trained. Carefully licking him clean for several minutes, she looks up at him expectantly. Ray grins and ruffles Polly's hair. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | You're a little angel. |
| Polly smiles pleasantly, sitting next to him once again. | |
| Polly Page: | I never have any complaints. |
| Ray Ballantyne: | I bet you don't. I really enjoyed that. |
| Ray sizes Polly up. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Would you like me to return the favour? |
| Polly looks uncomfortable, this not being an offer she is familiar with. | |
| Polly Page: | How do you mean? |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Well you were nice to me so it only seems fair if I'm nice to you in return. |
| Polly looks uncertain, still confused. | |
| Polly Page: | Okay... |
| Ray leans over and softly strokes Polly's cheeks. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Would you like to take that pretty uniform off or would you prefer to leave it on? |
| Polly looks up at him and for the first time, into the stranger's eyes. | |
| Polly Page: | Up to you. |
| Ray sighs softly and leans down so his face is just next to Polly's. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | No, it's up to you. I want you to enjoy this. |
| Polly starts to get slightly intimidated. | |
| Polly Page: | Look, this is all up to you! I'm not here coz I wanna be here, so just do what you want, okay? |
| Ray leans down and kisses Polly on the lips. After a long, lingering kiss their lips disengage and Ray strokes her forehead. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Can you take it off, then? It will make it easier for me. |
| Polly nods and meekly, pulls off the blazer, slipping the jumper over her head. Quickly throwing her tie across the room, she kicks off her shoes and slowly begins undoing the buttons of her shirt. Ray reaches up as Polly undoes her buttons and caresses the firm young body beneath the shirt. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | You're very slender. That's good, I can't stand well developed girls. It takes away the point of this. |
| Polly nods, letting the white shirt drop to the bedroom floor. Ray wraps his arms around Polly and draws her half-naked body closer until she is sitting on his lap. Ray reaches across and rubs Polly's nipples. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Has anyone ever done that for you before? |
| Polly looks away and busies herself unzipping her skirt. | |
| Polly Page: | Yeah, a bit. |
| Ray leans even closer to Polly and starts to lick at her underdeveloped nipples. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | One day you will have lovely breasts. Not particularly big or small. Just right. |
| Polly shudders slightly, fighting the urge to pull away. Ray slides his arms lower down and pulls off Polly's knickers. Apart from her socks, she is fully naked. Ray licks his lips as he sees Polly's bare midriff. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | No hair to get in the way either. I'm very impressed. |
| Polly positions herself over him, reaching for the buttons on his shirt. Ray pulls her hands away from his shirt. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | No, I prefer it this way. Just lie down on the bed for me with your legs wide apart please. |
| Ray pulls backwards and stands up next to the bed again. Polly crawls up to the pillows, lying flat on her back, her knees apart. Ray leans forwards so that his head is aligned between Polly's legs. He looks down eagerly and lowers his head. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Talk to me, Polly. I want to know how good this feels. |
| Polly begins to move in rhythm with his fingers, looking blankly up at the ceiling. Ray pushes his finger in and out with a steady rhythm. After a few moments, he adds another finger. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Does that feel good, Polly? |
| Polly takes a breath, her reply monotone. | |
| Polly Page: | Yeah... |
| Ray intensifies the pressure of his other hand on Polly's clit. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Do you like that? When I rub you there? |
| Polly nods lightly, her breathing increasing. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | What about if I were to... |
| Ray leans forward, his tongue out. He gently licks Polly's clit. Polly gasps slightly, her upper body raising from the bed, looking down at him. | |
| Polly Page: | What, what are you doing? |
| Ray looks up and grins at the small girl. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Don't be frightened, this is fun. Just relax and let me show you something. |
| Ray drops his head back down and starts to rhythmically lick Polly's clitoris. She settles back down, trying to block out the sensation. Ray continues to push his fingers inside Polly with his other hand. | |
| Polly Page: | Do you have to do that? Can't I just help you out? |
| Polly winces slightly. Ray pulls back for a second. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | No, this will be as much fun for you as it is for me. |
| Ray pushes his head back down and starts to lick around Polly's folds. She tries once again to pull away. | |
| Polly Page: | Please, I'll do anything you want, but can you stop that? Please? |
| Polly looks at the man pleadingly. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Don't be frightened, darling. Relax and enjoy the feeling. |
| Polly Page: | But I don't wanna. I'm not relaxed and I just want this all over. |
| Ray slips his tongue inside Polly as he continues to thrust his two fingers inside her. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Then lie there, sit still and be quiet, okay? Leave it to me. |
| Polly tries to fight the warm feeling overpowering her, chewing hard on her lower lip. Ray continues to lap at Polly's opening as his hand work at an ever-increasing pace. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | You're getting very wet. |
| Ray rubs his nose in Polly's juices and smiles. Polly blinks, focussing back over at the care bears on the windowsill. Ray pulls his fingers out from inside Polly and adjusts his position so that his left hand is caressing her chest while his right hand continues to work on her clit. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Now I'm going to try something very special now, Polly. I'm going to drink you. You'll love it, it'll make you feel really horny. |
| Ray lowers his head again and sticks his tongue inside Polly. It is very long and it penetrates deep in side her. Ray mutters as he licks at Polly's lower half. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | You taste fantastic, I really love the taste of kiddie come. |
| Ray's tongue delves deeper inside Polly and he begins to rub her clit with the palm of his hand. Polly struggles against his hands on her body, her breathing heavy and voice hoarse. | |
| Polly Page: | Please stop, please... |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Why? You're loving it. Go on, admit it. It feels good! |
| Ray licks again and again inside Polly's body until his face is literally dripping. | |
| Polly Page: | It feels strange, I don't like it. Please stop. |
| Ray Ballantyne: | It feels good. You feel like a woman, go on tell me how good it is. |
| Ray continues to rub Polly's clit at a tremendous rate. | |
| Polly Page: | It's feels all tingly and fuzzy. Oh god, please make it stop, please! |
| Polly screws up her face, tears running down from her eyes as she sobs. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | It'll all be over in a minute. Just open you legs a bit wider so I can get better access. |
| Ray presses his lips against Polly's body and darts in and out with his tongue. Polly nervously does as he asks, moaning as the pressure on her lower body increases. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | That feels great, doesn't it? You feel like you're walking on air? |
| Polly pants lightly, sniffling back more terrified tears. | |
| Polly Page: | I, I can't take it anymore. Stop, stop! |
| Polly struggles violently against him. Ray brings his other hand back down below and gently rubs her engorged clitoris with both hands. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | No, we're going along with this until you come, darling. I want you to come into my mouth. |
| Polly cries desperately as her legs tremble, the excitement finally giving way to involuntary waves of orgasm. Polly lays very still, in tears. Ray licks frantically to catch every last drop of Polly's juices as they drip onto his tongue. After a few moments he pulls back, wiping his chin and stands up again. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Delicious. I should dine here more often. |
| Polly rolls over onto her side, still crying. Ray lies down on the bed next to her and wraps his arms around her in a comforting way. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Shush, don't cry. That was a wonderful experience, not a bad one. |
| Polly slowly opens her eyes, looking up at him, her chin trembling. | |
| Polly Page: | But it felt like I was going to die first. And you wouldn't make it stop. |
| Ray Ballantyne: | That's the idea. You keep going and going until you explode. And sometimes you can do it more than once, too. |
| Ray's hands idly return to the area between Polly's legs. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | I'm sorry. But it feels good now that it's all over, doesn't it? |
| She lowers her head, rolling back over. | |
| Polly Page: | No. |
| Ray rests his hands beneath Polly's chin and looks into her eyes. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | That was fun. Tell me that it was fun for you. You know it was, so stop denying it. |
| Polly wipes her tear-streaked face with her right hand. | |
| Polly Page: | Well it was okay once it was all over. But the first bit was really scaring. |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Don't worry, my little angel. The first time you do that is always the hardest. Next tie it will be a lot nicer, I promise. |
| Polly nods slowly, pulling herself into a sitting position. Ray leans down and kisses Polly on the lips. She can taste her own come in his mouth. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | Next time I'll make it really fun for you, I'll show you all sorts of new tricks and games to play. |
| Polly drops back down against the pillow, the man covering her small body with his own. | |
| Polly Page: | Just don't make it hurt like the others do. You pwomise? |
| Ray Ballantyne: | I promise Polly. I'll never hurt you, I swear that on my life. |
| Ray cuddles into Polly and they snuggle up together on the bed. | |
| Polly Page: | But what about you? We still have time left. |
| Ray reaches down, takes Polly's hands in his own and places them around his erection. | |
| Ray Ballantyne: | It can wait until next time. I'll save myself for you and we'll make it really special. |
| Polly nods with an appreciative smile, stroking him delicately with her small hands. Ray nuzzles into Polly's chest and they lie there together for a few more minutes, waiting for Greg to return. | |