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A render for 's Catch and Release - Part 2We walk along the deck of the freighter. The sun is hot overhead and a steady wind blows off the ocean, tossing Veronica’s hair as she glides along in front of me, her rounded hips swaying as she goes.Normally I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes off the lovely vision of womanhood in front of me. At the very least I would be beyond excited at the prospect of what lies before me…seven days of hunting, sedating, and then pleasuring myself with some of the most beautiful women on the planet. It’s any man’s dream come true.But all I can think about is the fact that Veronica is staying on the ship with me. To put it lightly, it’s not exactly what I was expecting. I feel a little like a newly married man going on his honeymoon only to discover that his mother-in-law is coming along as well.Still, I’ve paid a lot of money to be where I am right now, and it’s not like I had a lot money to start with. If I’m honest with myself I’m not even sure why I’m here in the middle of nowhere, paying money I don’t have for an erotic adventure that will probably get me killed. Most men just go to a strip club. Or hell, hire a prostitute.I suppose there’s just a part of me that wants to live to the max, to grab hold of life and take everything out of it while I still can. I’m not exactly a supervillain who gets to chloroform and fondle beautiful heroines right and left. But maybe, just maybe I’ll get to pretend to be one for the next seven days. For once in my life perhaps I can let out that ugly and lust-filled monster that lurks in me everyday. If Veronica lets me, that is.“Here,” Veronica says proudly. She steps to one side. “This will take you to the other side of the fog.”Lost in my own thoughts, it takes me a moment to register what the beautiful woman is saying to me. Surprised, I look up to see a metal box, large enough to hold three or four people standing in it. It is attached to a steel cable that is fixed to the bow of the ship in a complex winching mechanism that has obviously been installed since the ship was grounded. The steel cable runs straight off the bow of the ship and into the impenetrable wall of cloud and mist where it disappears from sight. “A cable car?” I say, not exactly sharing Veronica’s enthusiasm.“It is securely tethered to another wrecked ship on the other side of the barrier,” Veronica explains. “It’s all automated. Simply ride it through the fog to the other side and then get out. There’s a small boat over there to get you to shore, though you could practically swim the distance.” She bats her eyelashes at me. “Easy as pie.”I try not to show my nervousness. It’s a little disconcerting to ride an uncertain vehicle hanging by one little cable over a churning ocean into a cloud that I can’t see through…and all towards who knows what on the other side. On the other hand, this is probably the easiest part of what I’ve signed up for. I swallow my fear, my uncertainty, my irritation at Veronica, and my self-doubt.“When do I start?”***Twenty minutes later I’m huddled in the bottom of the swaying metal car, surrounded by a gray wall of mist with the cable creaking over my head. I think I’m moving, though I can’t really tell. For all I know I’m stuck in the middle of this endless fog with nothing but the ocean below me. Plenty of time to rethink my decision to be here. Just what I need. I have the blowpipe and several darts, as much good as they’ll do me. I also have the solona oil and a fresh rag. The small satchel I have is crammed full with the other necessities of the hunt.Yeah, I’m starting to feel like a real idiot. Ten to one I’ll be dead before sundown.I have a map of the island, which I pore over as the cable car winds along. The Hamazan are mostly on the other side of the island, not that it matters since they’re all off-limits to me. The other groups have certain territories they inhabit. The closest one to where I am, at least if I’m reading the map right, are the Hidden Ash Tribe.The Hidden Ash Tribe are about as close to traditional jungle women as you can get. They use spears and knives, cover themselves with scanty leather thongs, wear necklaces of teeth and bones, and generally run around in the rainforest barefooted and nearly naked. Their villages are often built on wooden platforms high in the treetops.There’s no way I’m getting close to one of their inhabited areas. I would be outnumbered and cut apart in seconds. My best chance is to find an isolated girl, someone hunting, or on patrol, or…Or bathing. I look over the map carefully, trying to keep my mind off the rocking metal coffin I’m in. There. A small river, more like a wide creek, runs from the highlands at the center of the island all the way out to the ocean. Several large pools and waterfalls are located near the beach, not too far inland. They’re right near the edge of the Hidden Ash Tribe’s territory.On a tropical island, where the heat is always heavy and oppressive, pools like this are a perfect place to relax, bathe, and fish.It’s also the perfect place to catch some lovely jungle girls off guard. The mist begins to clear, parting before the cable car like long gray curtains pulling back.I push the map back into the satchel and stand, peering ahead.Suddenly I’m in the open, almost like someone has lifted a gray blindfold from my eyes. The sun is so bright it actually blinds me for a moment. I blink, trying to see through the glare.The ocean stretches below me, bright blue and capped with white waves. Ahead, no more than half a mile or so, is a long stretch of white beach that extends as far as I can see to the right and the left. Beyond that is a green wall of jungle. In the distance are the bluish shapes of distant mountains that loom over the tops of the trees. Just ahead of me is another ship. This one is twisted at an awkward angle, caught on what looks to be a sand bar. Like the larger freighter on the other side of the fog, this ship is rusted and worn from age and disuse. It’s obviously a wreck, probably torn up and beached here years ago just within tantalizing sight of a forbidden, magical island filled with beautiful women. The cable that my steel box is hanging from runs right towards it. I grab the sides of the cable car, preparing for a rough jolt. Instead the cable car settles in gently into a ready-made perch on board the tilted deck of the wrecked ship. I can’t help but notice that neither the cable nor the car can be seen from the beach or the island itself. Indeed the cable that stretches out of the fog is probably barely noticeable from the island at all, at least not from this distance and not with the bulk of the grounded ship blocking view. It’s a good setup, I have to admit. Now it’s up to me to make use of it. I get out of the basket, carefully finding my footing on the slanted deck. I immediately spy the boat Veronica was talking about. It’s nestled in the water on the ocean side of the rusted hulk, secured and ready to launch. There’s no motor, of course, but there looks to be some sturdy wooden paddles. I don’t stop to consider the danger that I’m in. Instead I scurry down to the waiting boat and slip inside. It takes me ten minutes to paddle to the beach. The water is smooth, the weather warm and fair. I see no one in sight, though someone could easily hide in the dappled shade of the jungle and not be visible from the ocean. I realize with no little consternation that the moment I set foot upon the beach I might be riddled with arrows or punctured with spears, or attacked by a dozen hidden banshee warriors. There isn’t much I can do about it at this point. I’m certainly committed. Fortunately, my arrival goes unmarked. My small boat rides a wave onto the beach. Conveniently, the rocks here form a natural cove, blocking view from the rest of the beach and the jungle itself. I leap out of the boat and drag it through the surf into the cover of the rocks. There, unsurprisingly, I notice that a small metal post has been stuck into a rock itself, cemented into place. I tie the boat up, then double check to find that it is almost invisible from the beach and the jungle itself. Someone would have to practically stumble over the boat to find it here. I take a deep breath and move forward, away from the cover of the barnacle-covered rocks. A few more steps and I’m off the packed, wet ground and onto the soft white sand of the beach itself. The green line of jungle is before me, both taunting and beckoning me onward.And then something snaps inside me. The civilized man is left behind in the boat. The man that walks onto the beach of this magical island, the man that approaches the jungle at a confident run…that man is a different man altogether. He is a primitive, fierce man, almost more animal than human. I hear the blood thrumming in my ears, feel a desire quicken inside me and a strange laugh form in my throat. I’m changed in a way I hadn’t expected or thought possible. All the cares and worries of my old way of life, the rigid rules and restrictions and fetters of proper behavior flutter away in the wind behind me.I am a predator. I am a hunter. And there are soft, warm, beautiful women waiting for me in the depths of this tangled jungle. All I have to do is take them.I run.The blazing sun of the beach fades into the muggy warm shade of the jungle as I enter the tree line. I move swiftly, negotiating the fallen trees, tangled vines and thick bushes like I’ve been doing it all my life. The forest is filled with the echoing sound of tropical bird calls and buzzing insects. The sweet smell of vibrant tropical flowers and rotting vegetation reaches my nose.I have hunted before. I would never have considered coming to Myrina if I hadn’t any experience at all. Some of the game I’ve gone after has been dangerous. Bears in Alaska, wolves in Russia, even tigers in India…even still, I’ve never felt more alive than I do right now. And, if I’m completely honest, there is something…different about this place. I feel different. I know that the island is magical, that it has some kind of odd effect on the inhabitants here, keeping them young and beautiful beyond anything science can explain, but this…I feel like after only minutes on the island something is affecting me as well. I can’t explain it, and I don’t even bother to try, but I feel like every cell in my body is on fire. The very air I breathe seems intoxicating. I am driven by an urge to hunt, and to mate. The blood pulses through my veins. My senses seem more heightened and alive than ever. I can hear every snapping twig, I can smell every passing animal. My feet seem to land perfectly with hardly any effort, so that I am navigating the forest like a shadow…making no noise and leaving no trace of my passing. My body feels stronger than it ever has before, like I could wrestle a gorilla to the ground and enjoy the experience.This is the best I have ever felt in my life. The minutes pass and I keep running. I’m not out of breath, nor am I tired in the slightest. The jungle seems like the home I’ve always had, the home I’ve just been waiting to discover for the first time. The sound of distant water causes me to pause. I listen for a moment. Flowing water, probably only a few hundred yards ahead. A wide, gurgling stream. There is a steady roar of waterfalls pounding into pools. I am near. Chances are there may be some jungle girls here. Right now I feel like I could take on the whole Hidden Ash Tribe and conquer them all. I take a breath, trying to get my raging thoughts and emotions under control. Being on this island is like taking a stimulant, like having the primeval part of my brain flare suddenly to life. My heart is beating hard in my chest and adrenaline is flowing through me. I move more slowly now, sliding like a serpent through the heavy underbrush. I make no sound. I stay low and out of sight. As I move my hunger grows. All I can seem to think about is a curved, sweet body of a beautiful woman, naked and willing, pressed against me…I hear voices. All are female, of course. There is laughter and the occasional playful cry, interspersed with the sound of splashing.My instincts were right. There are women up ahead in the pools. I move stealthily, like a panther stalking its prey. After several tantalizingly long minutes I get close enough to get a good look.The creek here tumbles down a high, wide waterfall. The crystal-clear water falls into an even wider, azure blue pool. It is here, with sunlight sparkling off the water and bird calls filling the air, that three women are swimming. They are almost completely naked, wearing nothing but the tiny loincloths they haven’t even bothered to take off. They are also totally gorgeous. The sun catches on their bare, wet skin and accentuates every lovely curve of their youthful figures as they dive, splash, and wade through the water before me. I feel as though I’ve stumbled across a mystical pool and caught unearthly naiads at play. Just looking at the frolicking beauties causes me to feel a growing sense of unbearable desire.I need to have them. Now. I’ve never felt anything so strongly in my life. My rational mind tells me that I’m being crazy. It’s all I can do to restrain myself from dashing out into the pool and grabbing the nearest girl around her slender waist. This pool is near the edge of the Hidden Ash Tribe’s territory. They wouldn’t let their guard down unless they were sure they were safe. Or unless…I creep back from the edge of the pool, still staying low and unseen. I take several deep calming breaths, forcing my lust and my animal urge to abate a little. Then I begin to move slowly and stealthily around the edge of the pool, hugging every shadow and slipping silently through every bush.That’s when I spot her. A jungle girl stands near the edge of the pool, watching over her three bathing companions. She leans on a spear, her head moving every so often as she watches for trouble. She is absolutely gorgeous. She stands with her back to me, and I take a long moment to run my eyes down her graceful and alluring figure, drinking in the sight like a man sucking down water in the middle of a desert. The girl is tall and shapely, I’m guessing about twenty years old. Her skin is sun-kissed and smooth. Long, strawberry blond hair falls down over her slender shoulders. She is athletic, with definite muscle tone in her legs and tapering thighs, but she is also voluptuously curved. Her waist is wonderfully narrow, and her hips flare out into a perfect hourglass shape. Her heart-shaped butt is round and perfectly formed, her breasts are full, heavy, and jutting.The jungle girl stands with one leg slightly bent and one hand perched jauntily on her hip, which juts sweetly to one side and accentuates the curve of her beautiful waist even more. Her other hand holds her spear, which she leans on. She wears a strip of leather loincloth around her waist and a knife is sheathed on her thigh. Her round breasts are bare. She sighs softly as she scans the water and the other side of the pool.She is every man’s perfect concept of a woman, and she is standing not more than twenty feet from me, blissfully oblivious to my presence.I don’t need to think anything over. I already know.I’m going to take this girl.

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A render for 's Catch and Release - Part 2We walk along the deck of the freighter. The sun is hot overhead and a steady wind blows off the ocean, tossing Veronica’s hair as she glides along in front of me, her rounded hips swaying as she goes.Normally I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes off the lovely vision of womanhood in front of me. At the very least I would be beyond excited at the prospect of what lies before me…seven days of hunting, sedating, and then pleasuring myself with some of the most beautiful women on the planet. It’s any man’s dream come true.But all I can think about is the fact that Veronica is staying on the ship with me. To put it lightly, it’s not exactly what I was expecting. I feel a little like a newly married man going on his honeymoon only to discover that his mother-in-law is coming along as well.Still, I’ve paid a lot of money to be where I am right now, and it’s not like I had a lot money to start with. If I’m honest with myself I’m not even sure why I’m here in the middle of nowhere, paying money I don’t have for an erotic adventure that will probably get me killed. Most men just go to a strip club. Or hell, hire a prostitute.I suppose there’s just a part of me that wants to live to the max, to grab hold of life and take everything out of it while I still can. I’m not exactly a supervillain who gets to chloroform and fondle beautiful heroines right and left. But maybe, just maybe I’ll get to pretend to be one for the next seven days. For once in my life perhaps I can let out that ugly and lust-filled monster that lurks in me everyday. If Veronica lets me, that is.“Here,” Veronica says proudly. She steps to one side. “This will take you to the other side of the fog.”Lost in my own thoughts, it takes me a moment to register what the beautiful woman is saying to me. Surprised, I look up to see a metal box, large enough to hold three or four people standing in it. It is attached to a steel cable that is fixed to the bow of the ship in a complex winching mechanism that has obviously been installed since the ship was grounded. The steel cable runs straight off the bow of the ship and into the impenetrable wall of cloud and mist where it disappears from sight. “A cable car?” I say, not exactly sharing Veronica’s enthusiasm.“It is securely tethered to another wrecked ship on the other side of the barrier,” Veronica explains. “It’s all automated. Simply ride it through the fog to the other side and then get out. There’s a small boat over there to get you to shore, though you could practically swim the distance.” She bats her eyelashes at me. “Easy as pie.”I try not to show my nervousness. It’s a little disconcerting to ride an uncertain vehicle hanging by one little cable over a churning ocean into a cloud that I can’t see through…and all towards who knows what on the other side. On the other hand, this is probably the easiest part of what I’ve signed up for. I swallow my fear, my uncertainty, my irritation at Veronica, and my self-doubt.“When do I start?”***Twenty minutes later I’m huddled in the bottom of the swaying metal car, surrounded by a gray wall of mist with the cable creaking over my head. I think I’m moving, though I can’t really tell. For all I know I’m stuck in the middle of this endless fog with nothing but the ocean below me. Plenty of time to rethink my decision to be here. Just what I need. I have the blowpipe and several darts, as much good as they’ll do me. I also have the solona oil and a fresh rag. The small satchel I have is crammed full with the other necessities of the hunt.Yeah, I’m starting to feel like a real idiot. Ten to one I’ll be dead before sundown.I have a map of the island, which I pore over as the cable car winds along. The Hamazan are mostly on the other side of the island, not that it matters since they’re all off-limits to me. The other groups have certain territories they inhabit. The closest one to where I am, at least if I’m reading the map right, are the Hidden Ash Tribe.The Hidden Ash Tribe are about as close to traditional jungle women as you can get. They use spears and knives, cover themselves with scanty leather thongs, wear necklaces of teeth and bones, and generally run around in the rainforest barefooted and nearly naked. Their villages are often built on wooden platforms high in the treetops.There’s no way I’m getting close to one of their inhabited areas. I would be outnumbered and cut apart in seconds. My best chance is to find an isolated girl, someone hunting, or on patrol, or…Or bathing. I look over the map carefully, trying to keep my mind off the rocking metal coffin I’m in. There. A small river, more like a wide creek, runs from the highlands at the center of the island all the way out to the ocean. Several large pools and waterfalls are located near the beach, not too far inland. They’re right near the edge of the Hidden Ash Tribe’s territory.On a tropical island, where the heat is always heavy and oppressive, pools like this are a perfect place to relax, bathe, and fish.It’s also the perfect place to catch some lovely jungle girls off guard. The mist begins to clear, parting before the cable car like long gray curtains pulling back.I push the map back into the satchel and stand, peering ahead.Suddenly I’m in the open, almost like someone has lifted a gray blindfold from my eyes. The sun is so bright it actually blinds me for a moment. I blink, trying to see through the glare.The ocean stretches below me, bright blue and capped with white waves. Ahead, no more than half a mile or so, is a long stretch of white beach that extends as far as I can see to the right and the left. Beyond that is a green wall of jungle. In the distance are the bluish shapes of distant mountains that loom over the tops of the trees. Just ahead of me is another ship. This one is twisted at an awkward angle, caught on what looks to be a sand bar. Like the larger freighter on the other side of the fog, this ship is rusted and worn from age and disuse. It’s obviously a wreck, probably torn up and beached here years ago just within tantalizing sight of a forbidden, magical island filled with beautiful women. The cable that my steel box is hanging from runs right towards it. I grab the sides of the cable car, preparing for a rough jolt. Instead the cable car settles in gently into a ready-made perch on board the tilted deck of the wrecked ship. I can’t help but notice that neither the cable nor the car can be seen from the beach or the island itself. Indeed the cable that stretches out of the fog is probably barely noticeable from the island at all, at least not from this distance and not with the bulk of the grounded ship blocking view. It’s a good setup, I have to admit. Now it’s up to me to make use of it. I get out of the basket, carefully finding my footing on the slanted deck. I immediately spy the boat Veronica was talking about. It’s nestled in the water on the ocean side of the rusted hulk, secured and ready to launch. There’s no motor, of course, but there looks to be some sturdy wooden paddles. I don’t stop to consider the danger that I’m in. Instead I scurry down to the waiting boat and slip inside. It takes me ten minutes to paddle to the beach. The water is smooth, the weather warm and fair. I see no one in sight, though someone could easily hide in the dappled shade of the jungle and not be visible from the ocean. I realize with no little consternation that the moment I set foot upon the beach I might be riddled with arrows or punctured with spears, or attacked by a dozen hidden banshee warriors. There isn’t much I can do about it at this point. I’m certainly committed. Fortunately, my arrival goes unmarked. My small boat rides a wave onto the beach. Conveniently, the rocks here form a natural cove, blocking view from the rest of the beach and the jungle itself. I leap out of the boat and drag it through the surf into the cover of the rocks. There, unsurprisingly, I notice that a small metal post has been stuck into a rock itself, cemented into place. I tie the boat up, then double check to find that it is almost invisible from the beach and the jungle itself. Someone would have to practically stumble over the boat to find it here. I take a deep breath and move forward, away from the cover of the barnacle-covered rocks. A few more steps and I’m off the packed, wet ground and onto the soft white sand of the beach itself. The green line of jungle is before me, both taunting and beckoning me onward.And then something snaps inside me. The civilized man is left behind in the boat. The man that walks onto the beach of this magical island, the man that approaches the jungle at a confident run…that man is a different man altogether. He is a primitive, fierce man, almost more animal than human. I hear the blood thrumming in my ears, feel a desire quicken inside me and a strange laugh form in my throat. I’m changed in a way I hadn’t expected or thought possible. All the cares and worries of my old way of life, the rigid rules and restrictions and fetters of proper behavior flutter away in the wind behind me.I am a predator. I am a hunter. And there are soft, warm, beautiful women waiting for me in the depths of this tangled jungle. All I have to do is take them.I run.The blazing sun of the beach fades into the muggy warm shade of the jungle as I enter the tree line. I move swiftly, negotiating the fallen trees, tangled vines and thick bushes like I’ve been doing it all my life. The forest is filled with the echoing sound of tropical bird calls and buzzing insects. The sweet smell of vibrant tropical flowers and rotting vegetation reaches my nose.I have hunted before. I would never have considered coming to Myrina if I hadn’t any experience at all. Some of the game I’ve gone after has been dangerous. Bears in Alaska, wolves in Russia, even tigers in India…even still, I’ve never felt more alive than I do right now. And, if I’m completely honest, there is something…different about this place. I feel different. I know that the island is magical, that it has some kind of odd effect on the inhabitants here, keeping them young and beautiful beyond anything science can explain, but this…I feel like after only minutes on the island something is affecting me as well. I can’t explain it, and I don’t even bother to try, but I feel like every cell in my body is on fire. The very air I breathe seems intoxicating. I am driven by an urge to hunt, and to mate. The blood pulses through my veins. My senses seem more heightened and alive than ever. I can hear every snapping twig, I can smell every passing animal. My feet seem to land perfectly with hardly any effort, so that I am navigating the forest like a shadow…making no noise and leaving no trace of my passing. My body feels stronger than it ever has before, like I could wrestle a gorilla to the ground and enjoy the experience.This is the best I have ever felt in my life. The minutes pass and I keep running. I’m not out of breath, nor am I tired in the slightest. The jungle seems like the home I’ve always had, the home I’ve just been waiting to discover for the first time. The sound of distant water causes me to pause. I listen for a moment. Flowing water, probably only a few hundred yards ahead. A wide, gurgling stream. There is a steady roar of waterfalls pounding into pools. I am near. Chances are there may be some jungle girls here. Right now I feel like I could take on the whole Hidden Ash Tribe and conquer them all. I take a breath, trying to get my raging thoughts and emotions under control. Being on this island is like taking a stimulant, like having the primeval part of my brain flare suddenly to life. My heart is beating hard in my chest and adrenaline is flowing through me. I move more slowly now, sliding like a serpent through the heavy underbrush. I make no sound. I stay low and out of sight. As I move my hunger grows. All I can seem to think about is a curved, sweet body of a beautiful woman, naked and willing, pressed against me…I hear voices. All are female, of course. There is laughter and the occasional playful cry, interspersed with the sound of splashing.My instincts were right. There are women up ahead in the pools. I move stealthily, like a panther stalking its prey. After several tantalizingly long minutes I get close enough to get a good look.The creek here tumbles down a high, wide waterfall. The crystal-clear water falls into an even wider, azure blue pool. It is here, with sunlight sparkling off the water and bird calls filling the air, that three women are swimming. They are almost completely naked, wearing nothing but the tiny loincloths they haven’t even bothered to take off. They are also totally gorgeous. The sun catches on their bare, wet skin and accentuates every lovely curve of their youthful figures as they dive, splash, and wade through the water before me. I feel as though I’ve stumbled across a mystical pool and caught unearthly naiads at play. Just looking at the frolicking beauties causes me to feel a growing sense of unbearable desire.I need to have them. Now. I’ve never felt anything so strongly in my life. My rational mind tells me that I’m being crazy. It’s all I can do to restrain myself from dashing out into the pool and grabbing the nearest girl around her slender waist. This pool is near the edge of the Hidden Ash Tribe’s territory. They wouldn’t let their guard down unless they were sure they were safe. Or unless…I creep back from the edge of the pool, still staying low and unseen. I take several deep calming breaths, forcing my lust and my animal urge to abate a little. Then I begin to move slowly and stealthily around the edge of the pool, hugging every shadow and slipping silently through every bush.That’s when I spot her. A jungle girl stands near the edge of the pool, watching over her three bathing companions. She leans on a spear, her head moving every so often as she watches for trouble. She is absolutely gorgeous. She stands with her back to me, and I take a long moment to run my eyes down her graceful and alluring figure, drinking in the sight like a man sucking down water in the middle of a desert. The girl is tall and shapely, I’m guessing about twenty years old. Her skin is sun-kissed and smooth. Long, strawberry blond hair falls down over her slender shoulders. She is athletic, with definite muscle tone in her legs and tapering thighs, but she is also voluptuously curved. Her waist is wonderfully narrow, and her hips flare out into a perfect hourglass shape. Her heart-shaped butt is round and perfectly formed, her breasts are full, heavy, and jutting.The jungle girl stands with one leg slightly bent and one hand perched jauntily on her hip, which juts sweetly to one side and accentuates the curve of her beautiful waist even more. Her other hand holds her spear, which she leans on. She wears a strip of leather loincloth around her waist and a knife is sheathed on her thigh. Her round breasts are bare. She sighs softly as she scans the water and the other side of the pool.She is every man’s perfect concept of a woman, and she is standing not more than twenty feet from me, blissfully oblivious to my presence.I don’t need to think anything over. I already know.I’m going to take this girl.