In Part 1, The local barista at Starbucks comes to the rescue of his favorite patron and secret crush. They begin an unusual relationship that spans their very different worlds. The Barista begins to experience many pleasureful changes to please his dream girl.

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Chapter 3

At six AM my iPhone alarm began to chirp. My bliss would have to finally end. I needed to return home and get ready for work. My wallet and keys were on the counter but my clothes was nowhere to be seen. I gently nudged Charley and asked her where my things were and she muttered something about them being in the laundry. She then invited me to come over again in the evening. She said she would wash them and return them to me then.

"You can wear the loungewear over or something else very casual. We will make some new fun then. See you at 8:00 my pretty Angel.

"Ciao girl"

I was glad it was still so early because I managed to get home without running into anyone. It would have been hard to explain my unusual fashion statement. In the car all the way home, I had a satisfied grin plastered on my face. I really didn't mind being dressed femininely, as it brought Charlie closer to me. It was a small price to pay and actually turned out to be surprisingly comfortable.

I didn't say anything to my co-workers and wasn't even sure what I would have said. It certainly would have been easy to gloat. I was obviously in a good mood and left it at that.

After work I washed Charlie's loungewear, but didn't dare wear them back for the return journey. I wore my best jeans and a black crew neck T-shirt. I hoped my casual choice would be acceptable to my dream girl.

When Charlie appeared from behind her massive redwood front door I had to stop myself from drooling. She was dressed in a white silky smooth summer dress that floated over her flawless body and highlighted her combination of natural beauty and stunning style. I would have been attracted to her in a burlap bag, but this image was almost more than I could handle.

"Hi Brooke. How was my sweetie's day?"

"It's good now. Work was work."

"I'm glad you could make it."

"I know it's probably a rhetorical statement, but you look so totally pretty."

"Thank you. I was sort of hoping you would have on your pretty Angel-wear for me."

"If you really want that, I can change."

"You are OK for now. Maybe in while, we can find you something different for a change of pace. I really like that you are open minded."

Inside Charlie had a small spread of crackers and cheese. She had already poured me a wine spritzer. It didn't take long for us to resume our intimate conversation and position on the couch in a light embrace. Between her stunning beauty and sexy fashion selection I was physically overwhelmed and un-comfortable in my tight jeans. I almost wished I was still dressed in the soft Victoria Secrets loungewear.

The conversation quickly turned to relationships and likes and dislikes. Charlie was very interested in me sharing my secrets. Since she was so forthcoming with her revelation about being Bi, I don't think she felt anything was private.

I told Charlie about my most recent dating experiences, but it was obvious that I had not had anything serious in a very long time. She picked up on how observant I was on how women, in particular Charlie, dressed. I think my detailed recollection as to her specific style ensembles pleased her. I was not very stylish in my own look, but paid close attention to others.

We spent a great deal of time discussing woman's clothing. I had never chatted with anyone so long about the subject. She really wanted to know what I liked and appreciated. Charlie even made the point of describing to me what wearing some of her favorite soft outfits felt on her smooth body. Most guys probably would not have cared, but she made everything sound so sexy.

The tipping point was when she talked about how aroused her breast sometimes felt when she wore a silky nightgown or when she was with another woman that was also wearing something sexy. The visuals going through my head were blowing my mind.

"Charlie, that sounds sounds so amazing. I can only imagine how great that must make you feel."

"Well Brooke, I'm ready to take this up a notch if you are?"

"Charlie, I'd love to see you in a nightgown or anything else for that matter."

"Let's head up to my room. Time for some new fun."

I followed her up to her bedroom feeling like a child heading for the Christmas Tree. I never wanted something as much as I wanted this. Inside her master bedroom was a king sized canopy bed covered in an off white satin comforter. I wanted to immediately throw Charlie onto the bed and make love to her.

Inside the room she smiled at me and said, "Time to get ready for bed my sweet Brooke."

"I'm ready"

"One second. Let me grab something comfortable to change into."

With that she dimmed the lights and disappeared into her walk-in closet. A couple of minutes later she re-appeared in a red full-length shimmering nightgown. She looked like an absolute Goddess as she slowly made her way to my trembling body. I was so excited, but also so scared that I might fall short of her expectations.

"Brooke, are you ready to experience something new and wonderful?"

"Yes, yes, yes. I am all yours."

"Take off that boring clothes and slip this on." In her hand was what appeared to be a matching gown to the one she was wearing."

"You want me to put this on?"

"Of course. You said you wished you could experience what I had and this is your opportunity. Brooke, you are very special to me and if you are trusting, I think we can have some real fun together. I hope I have not been wrong about you."

"No, I want what you want."

"Think outside the box and our fun will be just beginning."

There was no way I was going to back away from Charlie. She had total control over me and was guiding our budding relationship. I meekly reached for the gown and took it in my hand.

"May I use your closet?

"You don't have to be shy, but go ahead. I will be anxiously awaiting you."

The closet turned out to be more like a cathedral full of high fashion clothing. There were sections for long dresses, short dress, slacks, tops, skirts, accessories and a nearly a whole wall devoted to shoes. There was a center island that had shelves and drawers. The back of the door was all mirrors and there was a large three sided mirror on top of the center island.

I stripped my clothes off and folded them on top of the island. When I wore Charlie's Victoria Secrets loungewear I felt awkward, but after Charlie's positive reinforcement, I actually felt nice in them. Putting on a woman's nightgown was clearly even more tabu. This was not just convenient apparel to cover my body, this was to provide us some mutual sexual excitement. Everything to this point with Charlie had been a dream so I slid the satin material over my head. I will probably never forget the tingling feeling that my skin felt as it slid down to just above my ankles. I was always turned on by images of woman in nightgowns and baby-dolls and now I was getting even more turned on by the feeling of having one on. It was hard for me to hide the immediate sign of my pleasure.

Waiting a couple of minutes did nothing to reduce that obvious sign, so I flipped off the closet light before opening the door to re-join my girl.

Charlie was propped up on her bed with only the nightlight on and some soft music playing in the background. Even in the dimly lit room, my emasculated image was very clear, as well as my bulging physical state.

"Brooke, you look amazing. You apparently feel amazing too."

I wasn't sure how to respond to that, but simply countered, "If you are happy with how I look than I am too."

"Come over to me so I can show you how happy I am."

I climbed onto her bed and she immediately pulled me down on to my back and rolled on top of me. We started off with some passionate kissing, but after getting warmed up she began to kiss my whole body. Between her fiery passion and the constant feeling from the gown I had to hold back from exploding. I was so ready to rollover and release into her.

Charlie eventually did roll over but she was not ready for me to take the traditional position. She quickly guided my kissing efforts down between her legs. I was still in a state of bliss and attacked her triangle temple with every ounce of my passion. I knew that Charlie's bi lifestyle would have high standards for love-making, and I wanted to please her to the best of my abilities. Dressed as I was, it was more natural to get comfortable in this position and exciting her orally. As much as I was in heaven ready to release, Charlie beat me to the climax. I was so happy I made her feel so good. In my limited past sexual experiences, that ability had never been so easy for me.

We had a short pause for us both to catch our breathes as we just held each other in an embrace. I was totally spent, but Charlie wanted to make sure I felt complete, so she rolled me onto my back and massaged my temporarily flaccid member. In a matter of seconds I was ready to roll back on top of Charley and complete my fantasy. Instead, Charlie took the top position and mounted me. I slipped inside of her as she gazed into my eyes. My whole body felt alive as Charlie did all of the maneuvering and work.

Charlie whispered into my ears throughout our lovemaking in her most seductive and erotic tone. "You are my pretty Brooke... my sweet thing... my beautiful love."

The moment of my final physical release was infinitely beyond any preconceived expectations. I never felt anything remotely as gratifying as that moment of ecstasy. Charlie was in total control and she made me feel so special. It was a moment I never wanted to end.

I felt so content as I laid next to my Goddess, and even the softness of the full-length nightgown adding to my fulfillment. I fell asleep pressed up against Charlie's body.

Chapter 4--

I woke very rested on Sunday morning with the knowledge that I did not have to work. Charlie, was already out of bed and nowhere in sight. I crawled out of the bed feeling conspicuous still dressed in only the nightgown. I walked to the hall and called out for Charlie.

"I am down in the Kitchen. I left you a robe on the back of my bedroom door. Please put it on and come down."

The robe perfectly matched the nightgown and further added to my oddly clad appearance. I assumed Charley was similarly dressed so I did not hesitate and came down the stairs dressed as she requested. The additional layer of satin reminded me how nice the gown had felt throughout the previous evening.

In the kitchen, I found Charlie dressed in a tennis outfit. She had been up for a while and looked ready to head out the door. She had made coffee and had put out some orange juice, toasted bagels and some bran muffins.

"How did you sleep sweetie? You looked so comfortable that I didn't want to wake you."

"You should have woke me. How long have you been up?"

"Not that long. I have a tennis match in a short while and will have to leave you."

"I will go back upstairs and change."

"No rush. You look so cute in that. I wish I could stay."

"I wish you didn't have to dash off even more."

"You will just want me more next time. At least we both got a taste of the fun we can have together. I'm so glad you aren't just another stereotypical male."

"I think the fun we had was pretty great. I'll take that taste anytime."

"Yes it was delicious, but hopefully it was only the beginning."

"Charlie, I want what you want. I hope it is also only the beginning."

"Let's plan on raising the bar every time we get together."

"Hard to imagine, but a pleasant thought."

"I have to leave, but take your time. You can shower if you like. Your clothes are still where you left them in my closet. You can wear them home or if you see anything else you love, you can wear that. I put on top of your clothes a little gift. Take it home with you and promise you will use it."

"What is it?"

"Promise!"

"Ok, I promise. So what is it?"

"Just a little something to remind you of the fun we had and will have when we get together again. I have another busy week, but we could shoot for next Friday after work again."

"I am not sure I can wait, but I guess I will have to. See you Friday."

"Come to me my luscious thing. I want to kiss my pretty Brooke one more time before I go to battle on the tennis courts."

As I approached Charlie she put both of her hand on my neck and tilted my head while planting a firm kiss across my lips. She then slid both hands down to my ass and gave both a slight squeeze. I then walked her to the door. I almost forgot how I was dressed as we opened he front door and I waved goodbye to her.

Back inside, I couldn't help but bristle to my good favor. Charlie and I had something going together and it was not just a fantasy. Our first experience together was a little unusual, but we both had a phenomenal climax. It was hard to imagine anything more spectacular, but I was anxious to try.

I headed back to the closet to change and see what Charley had left for me. I would have showered first, but I did not want to wash off her scent.

A thin Bloomingdales box sat on top of my clothes. I quickly peered inside to reveal her gift. I was surprised to find another nightgown and a set of panties. The nightgown was similar to the one I was still wearing, but was black instead of red. The set of 7 panties were in various colors. There was a short note inside the box. The note was mildly scented with Charlie's perfume:

Sweetie:

I had so much fun last night and hope it was as wonderful for you as it was
for me. You looked so beautiful and happy in my nightgown. Please wear this
to bed so you will think and dream of me each night. I know you can't wear it
under your work clothes, but I thought that some of my lacy intimates might
serve as daytime alternatives. I know these are odd requests, but I thought
last night was very special and unless you felt different, please enjoy these
gifts.

XoXo,

Charlie

I had enjoyed everything immensely last night, but that still didn't eliminate my discomfort with her suggestions. I had enjoyed the soft and silky feeling that Charlie had convinced me the gown would provide, but to continue to wear these things seemed to be an extremely feminine request. I knew it was not my manliness that had gotten me this far with her but this felt dramatically in the opposite direction. Despite my reservations, it seemed like a small price to pay to building a relationship with Charlie. Maybe it was just a test, but I didn't think it would be too much to comply with.

I changed back into my clothes from last night. But before I emerged from her closet, I did look around at her amazing wardrobe of designer fashion. I recognized a few of the items from her visits into my Starbucks. I stroked a few of the garments to feel their luxurious materials. My own closet was stocked with a minimal selection of nice items and they would be an embarrassment next to hers. I always found Charlie so magnificently beautiful in her gorgeous clothes and even now some of the items still looked sexy just hanging in the closet. I abruptly left the walk in wardrobe when I realized I was now even obsessing over her clothes.
It was boring to be back in my apartment, especially knowing that it would be nearly a week before I would get to spend time with Charlie again. I couldn't get my mind off her or what we had experienced together. I ran a few minor errands and tried reading a bit to get my mind off her. In the end I could not concentrate on the book and just flipped on the television. I wondered if I should send her some chocolates or flowers, but in the end I thought that would be too much of a cliche. She liked me because I was not like all the other guys. She certainly made that clear with her gift to me.

After eating a light dinner I began to think again about our unusual love-making experience. Charlie had obviously planned to have me wear the nightgown and the present was more than an afterthought. She was apparently convinced that I would go along. Besides that, I started to ponder why she wanted me so badly to wear it. I felt it then and was even more convinced now, that If I had not put the silky garment on, we would never have gone that far.

As I contemplated my choice, I began to remember how nice the gown actually felt. I open the box and pulled the garment up to my body. I walked over to my only long mirror and held the gown up against my body. The black nightgown was very sexy and I was getting turned on just looking at it. Charlie wanted me to wear it to bed each night as an obvious reminder of the territory we explored and probably to help me get over my reluctance.

Maybe it was the boredom or maybe it was the fascination, but I changed into the gown shortly after 7:00. I had succumbed to it's pull long before it was bedtime. I wanted to jump in bed and fantasize I was with Charlie, but it was too early. I watched TV and hung out for about three hours dressed only in my new sleepwear. The few times I got up I walked around I did so with a conscious little swish in my hips. Charlie was my hearts desire, but also my only roll model for wearing sexy clothes. Mimicking her movements added to the sexiness of my odd role-play.

As the evening advanced I became more comfortable and less distracted by the garment. I slowly stopped questioning my decision to put it on. At first I was totally aroused by the feel of it on my naked body, but in the end I fell asleep watching TV comfortably curled up on my bed.

I woke with a firmly aroused organ in a somewhat confused orientation seeing myself still dressed in the gown. I needed to get ready for work so my playing around effectively had to end. The good news was that I would likely see Charley at the Starbucks in a couple of hours.

After showering I was faced with another easy dilemma. Next to my jockey shorts were the new satin panties that Charley had also given me. My brain was telling me that it was a bad idea to wear those to work, but my heart was clouded by my thoughts of Charlie and how nice the gown had felt. After only a minimum of hesitation I took the only white pair out of the collection and pulled them up my legs.

Much like last night, the feel of the silky material quickly was reflected in my arousal. I tried not to focus on the panties as I finished getting dressed. As long as I focused on other things I was able to settle my member down in my slacks. Each time I thought about Charlie or the apparel I would quickly revert to my stimulated self. I would have to be very careful at work.

The early part of my work day was quite busy so I managed to avoid any embarrassments. As the time of Charlie's arrival grew closer I couldn't help but thinking about her. During those awkward moments I would stay as close as possible to the Barista Bar to avoid easy viewing of my lower body. I almost burned myself once because I was too close. With perfect timing, Charlie showed up right on schedule. When she made her way to my area she looked down at my crotch and then looked me straight in the eye, and then gave her beautiful face a slight inquisitive tilt. I acknowledged with a nod that I was wearing them. She then, handed me a napkin with a phone number and a time 11:00.

After that, she just smiled at me and was off. We had not said a word, but there certainly had been some informative conversation. I assume I was to call the number at 11:00. I made sure I would have my long break then in-case we had an extended conversation.

The morning crawled along until the appointed hour. I dialed the number at exactly 11:00.

"Is this my cutie Brooke?"

"Yes Charlie. How is my beautiful?"

"I am great and just dreaming about how sexy you must look in your new items. What color did you pick today?"

'Um white."

"Just like a bride on her wedding day. A great choice for the beginning of our fun together."

"I didn't think of it like that, but I do like our fun together."

"Me too. It will only get better from here."

"How does it feel wearing my gift under your dreary work clothes?"

"Truthfully, it has been difficult. Whenever I think about our special fun or your gift, I get turned on. It has been happening a lot this morning."

"I like that, but we can't have you getting visibly aroused all day at work, can we?"

"I agree. I may have to wear my old Jockey shorts again tomorrow."

"No no."

"I almost burned myself trying to hide my excitement earlier. I am not sure about doing this all day at work."

"I have an idea."

"What's that?"

"Let me think it through. Can you stop at my house for about 10 minutes tonight around Six. I have another business dinner tonight, but I think I have a solution."

"Tell me about it."

"You will just have to wait. Think of it as a bonus opportunity to see me. I can't wait to see my sweetie."

"Me too. See you tonight."

The conversation was over and now I had plans to see her again. I loved that she was thinking of me as much as I was of her. I knew our time tonight would be short, but any time with my dream girl was a good time.

I had just enough time after work to shower again and put on a clean pair of jeans and a fresh t-shirt. I put the white panties back on after my shower so as not to disappoint Charlie.

When Charlie opened the door she pulled me inside and gently slammed me against the wall before planting a long deep kiss onto my lips. I was shocked by her aggressiveness, but also thrilled by her passion. I had not even had a chance to see how fabulous she looked before her controlling move. She looked like the sexiest executive on the planet in her tight black business suit with a vented skirt. The contrast with her stark white silk blouse created an enticing contrast. Her makeup was a little more pronounced with smokey eyes and very red lips. I would have given or done anything to be going out with this beautiful creature tonight.

"I wish it was me that was going out with you tonight Charlie."

"I am sure we will have our day soon enough."

"It's hard to see you so beautiful and know you are going out with others."

"I think your jealousy is so cute. I am sure the table will be turned the other way at some point. But I like that you feel so strongly about spending time with me."

"As much as possible. So what were you thinking about this morning?"

"I came up with a couple of things to tame your wonderful excitement and to even add to the pleasure."

"You have me very curious."

"Come into my bedroom. Let me show you."

"Now we are talking."

"Settle down. Don't be like all those male pigs out there. I hoped you were different. Should we just forget it?"

"I'm sorry. That was crude of me. Let's start over. I am ready for your solution."

"Ok, but please don't make me second guess being here with you."

"I'm yours. We are on the same page and I trust you."

"Good. Now I only have a few minutes, but I have some things in my room that should help you at work."

""Let's go check them out."

On the bed were two separate piles. The first were a stack of clearly folded pairs of slacks, but the other items were a mystery to me.

I went directly to the odd items and picked one up.

"What is this?"

"That is called a gaff. It should hold you in place even when you are having sweet thoughts about me."

"I'm not so sure about this thing."

"It's really pretty simple. You tuck your thing back between your legs into your natural cavity and then put this over that to hold things in place. If you do get excited, it will only be your little secret."

"That doesn't sound very comfortable."

"As an extra treat, I have laid out some of my slacks that I think will fit and also look nice at your job."

"Your slacks! I can't wear those."

"Why Not?? They look almost the same as your other black work slacks, but have some bonuses."

"Like what?"

"First off, you will love how they feel. These are very expensive, high quality designer slacks, some have satin linings inside. You will feel sexy with every step you take."

"Not sure I will be able to handle that sensation all day."

"Don't be so sure. You must at least try them."

"People will know that they are girls pants."

"Hardly. They look similar to the ones you wore today, with only minor differences."

"What kind??"

"The main difference is that they are snug in front. This will help hold the gaff in place and give you a smooth appearance no matter how much you are focusing on things besides espresso. They are also more tailored and will make you look more professional."

"You really seem to be taking this up a level. Is that necessary?"

"Nothing is necessary. I thought you liked what we had together. I find these fun little twists a titillating turn-on. I was hoping you felt the same way. I don't want to push you if I read you wrong."

"No... this type of kinky fun is all just so new to me. I have really enjoyed all of our time together, so I'll try to go with the flow. If these things fit and don't look too weird, I guess it won't hurt to give them a try."

"Brooke, you're the best. I have to leave now, but go hurry and change. I want to see how they look."

"Now?"

"Of course. I want to see if everything fits in case you need a different size. Besides, you need to get used to the gaff so you will not have a problem at work. I think you should wear it all the time for now or as much as possible. That way it will feel more natural at work and you won't be so self-conscious."

"Can I use your closet again?"

"Think of it as our closet... of course."

I had a difficult time in many respects. First, folding my privates under was not so simple. I ended up laying on the ground in order to get them into the available cavity down there and to get the gaff over the top before they came out. When I stood up the image was more than a little disconcerting. My manliness was gone. I slid the panties back over the top and was alarmed that my lower section now looked completely girlish. When I had first worn the gown and then the panties it had been for the feel, but now I had an altered physical appearance. I thought maybe with the slacks over the top it would not look so bad. I grabbed the first pair on top and pulled them up.

Charley was right about the feel. The legs were lined with the softest and silkiest material I had ever touched. I wondered how woman could wear something so amazing all day long. The zipper in front was very short and the slacks rode up my hips higher than my older pair. When I looked in the mirror my relief was not what I hoped for. The pants were completely flat in front and much snugger through the groin area than any I had worn before. They practically fit like tights and if anything highlighted my lack of manhood. The slacks were also slightly tapered and slimmed my legs as they gradually narrowed down to my ankles. The effect made my hips look a bit larger even though they seemed to fit almost too perfectly.

I hesitated before leaving the closet, but I knew Charlie had to leave.

Charlie practically screamed with delight. "My God they fit beautifully. See I told you they would be a big improvement."

"They don't look strange to you?"

"Not at all. They have style and look like they were made for you."

"I look like a eunuch in these. Doesn't that jump out?"

"I like how you look in them. You don't have to worry about an embarrassing bulge and besides that dull Starbucks Polo shirt practically covers your new beautiful form."

"Even if you are right, the gaff and tight pants are not very comfortable. I have to take shorter strides so it hurts less."

"That's why you need to wear this all the time for a while. You will get used to it and it will feel more comfortable before long. I'll see if I can find you some less dressy bottoms for casual wear before I see you again on Friday night. I can't wait to make love to my special Brooke."

"I look forward to that also; but, I don't know if I can wear these slacks and the gaff all the time."

"I know you can. Just suck it up. Just fantasize about your future rewards. I will be in the shop tomorrow and will be very disappointed if you are not wearing my gifts. I have more wonderful plans ahead for the two of us together."

"You must have a spell over me, because I will do it. I'll go change and you can be off."

"Don't be silly. Keep those on. You need to get used to them. When they get dirty, you have the other pairs."

"Ok."

After agreeing I walked right up to her and made a move to kiss her. She hesitated and called me out for being more aggressive than in the past.

"That's not like you. I prefer when our kissing flows more naturally. Not like you need to stamp your toughness on me. Think passive not aggressive and you will get more out of our relationship. I wish I didn't have to leave you. I would have much rather have spent the night with you instead of working on more business development. Unfortunately, I am already late and I am never late. Let's have a little kiss goodbye."

We had one nice, but not overly long passionate kisses. She clearly let me know she needed to be in control. Even with the tables slightly turned, I could feel my manhood trying to escape it's enforced trap, but the effort was futile."

I left Charlie's house wearing the new slacks with my other new gifts in a Bloomingdales bag. I was hungry so I stopped at a local bar/restaurant called Norton's for a bite to eat. I did not eat out alone that often, but Norton's was one of the few places I would call one of my regular places. I was not ready to spend the evening all alone and figured that in a relaxed environment like my neighborhood pub my slacks would not be a big deal. I was hungry and had a taste for their veggie burger.

Maybe I was overly nervous, but I felt like people were looking at me more than usual. Even after I sat down, I caught a couple of woman giving me a knowing look. I ate my meal and made the short trip home. When I got home I decided to take a closer look at my slacks to see if I had missed anything. When I stood in front of the mirror I realized what the issue was. My lips were nearly bright red. Apparently when Charlie had kissed me, much of her lipstick had transferred to my lips. Even after eating there was a definite discoloration. I had eaten alone wearing lipstick and dressed in woman's slacks. I could only imagine what the bartender must have thought.

I folded my other new slacks over a hanger and put them away. I knew I would be wearing one of them each day for the rest of the week until I was able to spend time again with Charlie. If I elected to not wear them, Charlie would certainly know when she came into the Starbuck for her morning beverage. I wanted to please her, but I was also getting more confused by where the relationship was leading. I knew that Charlie was "Bi", but I still didn't understand why she was trying to have me share so much of the female experiences. I had enjoyed the experience immensely with her in bed, but now she was pushing it to a new level. She wanted me to wear some of her things both at night and now during the day.

Maybe I was too mesmerized by her beauty and attention, but I was letting her drain away more of my masculinity. For now, I was not ready to rock the boat. Maybe, after our relationship had more of a foundation, I would be able to re-establish some of it. For now, I was just grateful for her obvious attention on me.

Our new relationship was still our little secret, which was fine. However, I did look forward to doing things with Charlie like other dating couples. That was my near-term goal, maybe a cocktail out or something like that. If I could get her back to Norton's, it would probably more than re-establish my street creds. I planned to suggest that if the opportunity presented itself.

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Where will it lead? I appreciate any and all comments....