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Fixing Pipes

Jimmy knocked on the door a few times before entering, ready to finish his construction work that he promised to be done ahead of schedule for an extra fee. Stripping his shirt off, he wore his headphones and blasted music, hammering and knocking into the kitchen walls to hang the dish rack.

Girl (shouting): ‘Hello! Hello!’

He heard a girl’s voice through the music and immediately stopped, shocked at her appearance whom her mum had not spoken of. In anyway, she should be in school.

Jimmy: ‘I’m Jimmy. Here to finish the kitchen. Your mum didn’t tell me you’re home.’

Girl: ‘I’m Sarah. I’m supposed to be in school. Can don’t tell my mum?’

Jimmy: ‘Yeah yeah. I’m just going to work here. Don’t worry.’

He winked at her and continued fitting the metal rack, while she stood at the entrance and looked at his muscular arms flexing the wooden hammer at the wall.

About thirty minutes later, he was done with the kitchen and went into the living room for a break, seeing Sarah lying on the couch playing on her iPad.

She had been thinking about that fit, young man since she saw him and the only way to get closer was for him to spot her. Donning a crop top and small exercise shorts, she had got his attention too.

Sarah: ‘You want to take a shower? I have extra towel.’

Jimmy: ‘You sure it’s okay?’

Sarah: ‘Yeah. You go first. I bring the towel to you.’

She went into her room and got her favourite towel, skipping all the way to the shower in the kitchen. Giving the door a few knocks, he opened and saw her, this time without her shorts on.

Within that few minutes of silence, he could feel her breaths getting deeper and chest rising and falling sharply. Reaching his arm out for the towel in her embrace, she held his forearm lightly, stroking them with a teeny bit of seduction.

Jimmy (whispering): ‘Come.. ‘

He wrapped around her waist and pulled her close to his sweaty body, planting a kiss that forced her palms to hold onto his cheeks. They turned that kiss into a tongue fight and broke out of the small standing shower, strong arms carrying her to her bedroom.

Jimmy then yanked her shirt right off and undid his pants, revealing his hammer-hard manhood that was twitching adorably. As he climbed over her small frame, she had her fingers around his dick, holding it as though it was an egg. His hips started rocking, sliding his cock in her palm.

Sarah (whispering): ‘Take my panties off.’

With that said, he tugged her undies off and a beautiful, naked pussy opened up before his eyes. Young, tight and small. No way could he imagine he would fit. She kept her legs opened as he angled his hips, piercing between those soft folds with his hard-boiled egg hardness.

As they felt their bodies connecting, the warmth from his dick was soothing her senses.

Sarah (moaning): ‘Fuck me hard Jim.’

He gave her a nod and sealed their lips together. His fine abs went to work slamming onto her pussy, drilling her hole as deep as he could go. Sarah’s moans echoed loudly in the room, with wet, sloppy kisses trying to contain her horniness.

Just after a few minutes, she stopped him and turned over for doggie. Scary Jimmy plunged into her pussy again and fucked her, making sure to drive her crazy in this position.

The poor girl was screaming into her pillow as he penetrated her deeply, triggering all the orgasms her body struggled to keep up with. Juices were leaking all over their privates and Jimmy only went faster.

Just imagine, a slim waist, held between your strong, powerful hands, dick appearing and disappearing into an ass about ten times the width of your dick. What would you do?

As Sarah drifted into unconsciousness, Jimmy picked up speed and went full ahead. Her fists held the edges of the bed dearly for her life, as her mind went blank from the overpowering orgasms. No one, no one, at her age should be fucked with such a thick and long dick. But she had to be the one. Lucky or unlucky?

Jimmy: ‘I’m cumming Sarah!’

In a flash, he pulled out of her and threw her on her back, raising one of her legs and shoving his cock into her for the third time. Pounding with a delighted look, she was smiling at him too. It only took him a minute in this position before he could not take anymore of her, pulling out just before he exploded.

She held his dick and continued pumping it, finally dousing herself with a powerful jet of cum all over her chest and tummy. He kept shooting till her body was dotted with his love, obviously too much for any one man to have.

The two of them stayed in that position for some time, and then hopping out of bed for a shower together. In there, the steam started fogging up the mirror before the tap was even turned on. For the first time, Sarah watched herself get pounded from behind, clearly expressing all those slutty looks when she was climaxing.

Once they were done, he packed his tools up and bade her goodbye. Of course, that wasn’t the end. He wouldn’t just fuck and go no matter how wrong it felt to be doing his customer’s daughter. Before he left, he gave her a schedule where he had to visit them again.

For the both of them, it was their first time engaging in a scene, where only porn would portray as ‘possible’. Yes, to be fucked by a construction worker. Or as most of us know it, it was that plumber-fixing-pipes shitty kind of storyline.

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A Little More

Well, you know what? Joseph, the author of Jose Can’t Stop Writing, was the inspiration to write this. Same intentions, hopefully as touching.

In my secondary school days, one major event got me reflecting on my future. Among the days of zero-fuck approach to homework and studies, I was devoted to my CCA. So much that I had neglected my studies. And yes, let’s not forget the MMORPG that threw me off balance – Ragnarok Online. Those were the times. Regret, no. Cause if I didn’t retained, I wouldn’t be who I am today.

I retained in secondary three express, and it was that long Nov-Dec holiday that I picked up a book titled ‘Matrix Warrior – How to unplug yourself’. I read that book over and over again, seventeen times to be exact. Life then, had changed completely when I started living in a third person’s view.

The disappointment from my parents was devastating, and I put more time into studies, faring O-K for my O’ levels. Still, I didn’t feel like I was living my own life then. I was driven by the fear of disappointment.

Moving on to poly, I met my first girlfriend, and after two years, we broke up. A few weeks before that fateful day, I wrote a five sentence ‘story’ of one of our sexventures, which led me to an online search for sex stories.

Final year, the most important and unimportant year, at once. I screwed up my FYP and attachment was just a way to get by the second half of the year. Luckily, I passed with borderline results and got my diploma nonetheless. It was painful to hid my sorrows behind a straight face. I was still crying myself to sleep. You read that right.

Thereafter, I stumbled upon LindaMichelle’s InnocentSlut’s blog, depicting a side of Singapore that I had never imagined anyone to write about. Was it even legal? Excitement soon mixed into sadness (of the breakup), and I began writing short recounts of what my ex and I did. Third year of poly, that was 2009.

I was that long-haired guy who was really too lazy to get a haircut, so emotionally confused that embarked on a journey. A journey that no one would have jumped into without a huge stab in his heart. Before I enlisted (June 2010), I went into a hibernation state. The library, bookstores, Wikipedia, became my best friends.

Happy I was to be distracted FROM sadness, seeking out more blogs like LindaMichelle’s. I was certain I was one of the first (few) to join the leagues of Erotiwriters. This porno-graphical side that is far from videos, consisting of texts! Lines after lines, para after para. Right then, those 26 letters in the English language, dawned upon me as the most powerful weapons ever invented by mankind.

You see, the thing that led to my first break up was anger. I had no control over my own emotions and it was only after so much research (on anger and human anatomy at the same time) that I learnt about emotions. When I discovered secrets my own mind, anger had vanished at the same time I learnt keep my emotions in full control. It was the very thing that frightened me with thoughts of losing her, and also the thing that wouldn’t let me forget her.

For a short period of time, it was the driving force of the darker stories I wrote in the beginning of this blog. But when anger finally bade its goodbye, so did my first ex-girlfriend. She was gone. For a good reason too.

From then on, what I wanted to feel was what I did not hold myself from feeling. There was no need to hold back from sadness, disappointment, frustration (that I endured). The last time I did the rowcall, anger was still absent.

NS was pretty much an experience for me. Those two years, all I wanted was everything. Everything the army could throw at me. I had continued writing into BMT, leading to a few discoveries that there was someone better than the J that existed then, and a few buddies that got closer after reading my blog..

In my second year of National Service, I met my second girlfriend. We knew each other online, and she was the first person I had met from a Window-based, social network ‘game’. I was her first too. Things started out great and she put me on an emotional roller-coaster with her innocence, ‘a guy came over to my house today’, ‘we had dinner with my dad’. It turned out to be her badminton coach.

We progressed without a hitch for two years, all the way after I ended my NS stint and started working. She knew about what I wrote and was intrigued by the mood I was in when I wrote them. ‘What is he thinking, like really thinking when he wrote [insert title]?’ I actually wrote more during her companionship than ever before, knowing that she was behind my back. The only request from her was to never mention anything about my blog in her presence. Why would there be any reason to? It had never meant to cross the paths of my day and night life (umm.. I usually write at night).

In December 2013, the happiness that I was giving her was not the one she think she was happy with. So, like me when I broke up with my first, she left – in turn seeking the other types of happiness out there. I can only wish for her to succeed.

Then, I was still emotionally detached. I had not forced her to be with me, and there was no foreseeable force to hold her back. My mind let go of her and it took me two weeks to pull myself together. Not that I had no hope in her, it’s just that.. emotions and love felt somewhat like Bitcoins. The value of a relationship, or in fact, in any relationship, is purely built on what either party is willing to put in.

I had put in 100% and she did the same. She decided that it was worth 0% one day, and 100 x 0 is 0. So, there she goes~

I remained single for about six months, committed to work and nothing else. Nothing could hurt a heartless man. In and out of jobs I went, but that was superficial to me. It was the present I would not allow myself to hold back from enjoying. As I checked my blog occasionally, Ella, the author of Promiscuous Secrets, came into the picture.

We corresponded through emails, getting more personal with each draft sent. Soon, we were talking all about our personal lives, what we faced. Among the shared sense of compassion and understanding, she got me back to what stayed with me throughout (and beyond) the second relationship. It was this blog.

There are people who still checks this place, complaining about the lack of updates, urging me to shorten the three days wait, pondering about the possibilities of more photos. That effort you guys spent to type into that Cbox and emails, surely they cannot be ignored.

So, I returned to writing and was in time to fix the November saga. As of now, I am attached. But don’t put your hopes of seeing her (or parts of her) here too high up. Cause that’s unlikely to happen. She’s just not into this. *If you’re reading this, hint hint! Or you could just pretend you didn’t see this.*

Currently jobless, I am not too worried about the F&B industry’s lack of urgency to hire a barista. I guess it’s time to take a break and do silly things like building my Bitcoin mining rig.

My social life isn’t all that fancy like how my stories painted me to ‘have’. I’m not those bad guys that good girls could easily like. Not that my current IS a bad girl, but simply put it – I am uninteresting.

Words of wisdom to single, uninteresting, guys out there. Love canNOT be seeked. It can be; groomed, or discovered. Sure, love at first sight might not be a myth, but if you build Rome in a day, it surely can be torn down in hours.

If you are in a relationship, keep strengthening the foundations. If you are not in one, build your part of the foundations. Someone will stop in their tracks and see what strong arms, big teeth, powerful tool you have, and willing be ‘eaten’ by you. Okay. I am getting kind of feminist here.

Me, I’m just another guy out there girls wouldn’t pay attention to. I have none of those fancy clothes, cool looking rides, or even a jaw-dropping résumé, let alone exciting night life. Here’s a quote I recalled.

‘It’s not who you are underneath, it’s what you do that defines you.’ – Rachel Dawes (excerpt Batman Begins 2005)

Okay, so looking good, driving kick-ass cars, and having a night life is what I should do to define myself. My bad! Not the most inspiring quote.

Where I am now (nowhere), I couldn’t have hoped for more or less. Believe it or not, everything that happened happened for a reason. If nothing has happened yet, then something huge is coming.

Oh yeah. ‘Good things don’t last forever’, sadly, this phrase has not disappointed me yet. My second girlfriend, my seemingly potential (recent cafe). Though they didn’t went up in flames, it did burn me a little.

A heart covered with scars, knows no more pain.

A nice summary of all the good girls turned bad, and bad guys turned good. Quite the irony huh? There will be no words to thank you guys for reading cause I have done that a few entries below, but for the people who stood for and against me, thank you.

I am happy where I am now. I have accepted what is mine, and what will never be mine. However, an upgrade to any of my stuff will be much appreciated! Like she, whom has stepped foot into my life. Given? Definitely. And if you guys haven’t realised, anything good that happens in my life is a bonus, that I will never, ever take for granted. Cause no one ever gets what they asks for, especially me.

Be thankful for what you have, and more will soon come to follow. Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee. I have no idea what that phrase is for.

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Two Tables Away

She was in an off-shoulder crop top, almost see-through if not for the white folding layers that pushed men’s imagination wild. There was no visible bra straps but that only made things worse by the exposure of her fair waist where the top ended.

The guy? He had his arm around her neck, hand doing something in her blouse. Where I sat, two tables away at the study corner of a void deck, I could see everything that they were totally cool with.

His arm dived deeper as his movements got slower, till it looked somewhat like breasts-massage. The girl had her face turned to his chest, and his other hand on her thigh just kept moving higher.

Soon, he was in her skirt and her one of her legs went over his lap, making way for more ‘useful’ actions instead of just teasing. She could not do much for him in this situation, kneading the bulge that was poking from under his berms.

When he moved deeper between her legs, a gasp told me she had no underwear on. It was totally fine to wear nothing under such a short skirt. Yupp. Her breathing was loud enough for me and they could not sit any closer.

Siamese twins? They were THAT close. But apparently still too far. Popping sounds started coming as he thrust his working hand, while the other was just too distracted to continue the massage.

Excuse me!

He retracted his hands and she pulled her skirt lower. Well, that was how all of us looked like when we were caught right? At 1am, who else, besides me and them, would be here?

The Police. On Patrol.

Needless to say, they were the firsts to be interviewed and then disappeared towards the longer end of the block. Okay. The badass cops are coming for me now. See ya!

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Land Before Time

Guy: ‘Hey! J?!’

The white Mazda that had pulled up along the road called out to me, disrupting my attention on my phone. I nodded and he ushered for me to get in, unsure of where or what he was going to do to me.

Two days ago, someone had contacted me via my site (this blog), and expressed great interest in what I did. The offer to show me his job related to the nature of my stories was irresistible and I agreed to a meet up. Following his instructions, I waited at the agreed pickup location and here I was, in his car.

Guy: ‘I’m Tommy. But I don’t need to know your name. I’m quite interested in what you write. So I decided to bring you around today, like work attachment. If you got any questions, just ask. Smoke?’

I took my pack of cigarettes out and he lit it up for me. The car sped off and turned into another alley, before we stopped at a condominium that lined the narrow ‘Lorongs’ of the well-known red light district.

Throughout the time I was out of his vehicle, I was behind him. Each of my five senses was picking up as much information as I needed, slowly bringing the other side of the sex trade to my awareness.

Tommy: ‘In the day, we will go around and collecting money. The girls are usually awake and have less customers.’
Girl: ‘这位帅哥是谁？’
Tommy: ‘别kaypo啦。’
Girl: ‘每次有帅哥都不介绍的。呐！’

The lady in a translucent nightie handed him a thick wad of fifty dollar notes and winked at me, as though welcoming me into the trade. She called out for another girl and a much ’emo-looking’ lady came to the door, half-awake but had an unnerving aura around her.

Tommy: ‘This girl is the emo kind that some guys your age will like. Don’t know why also. Quiet, shy, no skills.’
No skills huh?
Me: ‘I think it’s the shyness that makes the guy have the GFE.’

We moved on to another few units, watching him count the money and making some notes on his iPad as we went along. It felt like those PUB guys making their rounds to check the meter readings, except this was just money pouring in.

Tommy: ‘Okay. That’s it for today. If not I will usually work until late noon. Let’s go see the new girls. Your lucky day today.’

We drove to one of the shophouses that looked nothing like those sleazy ones, and went into the living room of the second floor. We took our seats at the sofa and the five girls sat on stools around us. As expected, it was an interview session. One by one, they introduced themselves and gave us some history of their sex lives back at their home. At the end of the session, one girl stood out.

Xixi had one ex-boyfriend before, and that was all to her. A demure looking, 1.55m, 42kg girl, being as shy and frightened as she could be.

Tommy: ‘For every new batch of girls, we will find those with the least experience and price them the highest. Their clothings, attitude.. guys can tell. The rest of them can pretend or act, but they will never be as convincing.’

Similarly, I was as uptight and lost as they were. They could tell. Occasionally, the ‘OKTs’ will keep one for themselves as ‘pets’ while the rest are sent to another location, for make up and hairdo and whatever training they might need.

Tommy: ‘Who will you pick? Clear choice right?’
Tommy: ‘西西，你今天跟我。You?’
Me: ‘Umm.. her?’
Tommy: ‘全部去换衣服。然后等Ryan来接你们。西西和雪婷快点，还有别的地方要去。’

They moved like robots into the two bedrooms, clearly afraid to offend Tommy, or me. The worse that could happen was to be given minimal work and returned to their hometown, ending their money-making stint way earlier before they could get more money.

Within minutes, the two girls supposed to follow us came out in their overly provocative outfits and I just had to keep a distance from them.

Tommy: ‘Don’t be shy. They know what they are getting into. Everyone will be looking at them, not you. Even if your friends see you here, no one will talk to you one.’

My 19 year old girl slipped her arm under mine and we hopped into the car, setting off for a hotel not too far away. It was not those chain-hotels that we went into. And for a very good reason too.

Tommy: ‘Ah Siang! Two rooms.’

A key was handed to me and I felt confused all of a sudden. I thought we had other ‘more’ official work to do.

Me: ‘Tommy.. I’m not sure if I can do this. ‘
Tommy: ‘Free one la. Get a taste of the preliminary interview. Tell me how good or bad she is. Very important. Don’t sabo me hor. You know the SOPs right?’

The lift stopped at our floors and he went in the other direction with his girl getting dragged along. I sighed and went to my room, surprisingly cleaner than how I would expect it to be.

Xue Ting: ‘第一次啊？’
Me: ‘不是。但是我不来这种地方的。’
Xue Ting: ‘哦！明白了。那让我试试吧。’

She stripped my clothes off, followed by hers and led me into the shower. Cleaning me like a little boy, she paid extra attention to my dick, that was still soft. Lubricated with soap, her hands got playful and started pumping it, running warm water while she cleaned the foam off.

The next thing I knew, she was on her knees, licking and sucking my cleanly washed dick. How could I not get hard with that? She was devouring my rod whole and making a little gagging noise. Soon, I was holding her head down and thrusting, till she was too breathless to continue.

We went to the bedroom and she climbed on top of me, making out as though I was her boyfriend. I could totally feel her passion and lust. Perhaps it was just the water that she did not totally wipe dry. Returning her mouth to my dick, she sucked on it with the same vigour and enthusiasm. Somewhat too eager to please me.

Me: ‘够了。’
Xue Ting: ‘不爽吗？’

From her purse, she took a condom out and rolled it over my rod, eyes looking at me with a sly grin.

Xue Ting (whispering): ‘Come fuck me.. ‘

Woah. Her English was almost perfect, with little to none of that Chinese accent. I climbed up wearily and took a long look at her, before I dropped myself over her. Holding her wrists down, I plunged my dick into her and she had to display the agonising look of a surprised attack. Biting lips, squinting eyes.

My hips hammered away and her moans broke free, filling up the room with sex. She was not overly wet when I began, and seemed to maintain that amount of juices as we ravished on. Her B size boobs, the constant reminder of ‘oh yes.. fuck me.. ‘, and the overwhelming tightness I felt whenever she let off a loud moan with her body shaking uncontrollably.

We took a break after five full minutes and she flipped around, spreading her pussy from between her legs. I docked myself into her and stayed in that position, picking her chest up so I could feel her back on my skin.

Ramming her at a slow pace, I went faster as she moaned louder. In the heat of the moment, I knelt on one knee and my other foot stabilised my movements, driving my cock as deep as possible into her.

Suddenly, her hands reached behind her and tried to stop me, screaming ‘stop.. 停下来!‘ non-stop. This WAS her breaking point. I ignored her pleas and continued thrashing her, till she buried her face into the pillows.

After the longest five minutes, I slowed down and pulled out of her. I turned her onto her back and positioned my dick at her face, ripping the condom off before her eyes. Shoving my thick cock into her mouth, I plundered it deeply and choked her.

Within seconds of entering that wet, teethed hole, she realised the method to end this quickly. That is to offer the best deep throat she could manage so I could cum.

Me: ‘射了！射了！’

An ‘Mmm‘ gave me the permission and I flushed my cum into her mouth, squirting for as long as she jerked me towards her lips. At last, I was done with the ‘interview’ and she regained her composure.

While I laid exhausted on the bed, she got up and went back to sucking me. In less than ten minutes of relaxed state, I felt myself growing hard again.

Unable to return to the state when I pounded her, she sat on top of me and rode – like a cowgirl. Of course, not before she capped me on with another condom. Her pussy grinding along my hips, guiding it to move back and forth inside of her. She was pushing all my buttons in the right spot, and not stopping at all.

Me: ‘不可以了！我要来了！’

Her hip-motion went faster and I flopped like a fish, shooting my second load into the safe haven of a rubber. She did not let me rest till she got her orgasm, and right after, we cuddled like long-lost lovers.

Xue Ting: ‘喜欢吗？’
Me: ‘嗯。’

A twist on the doorknob came after fifteen minutes, and we weren’t even dressed yet. Tommy and his girl was there, but he was supporting her as though he had raped her multiple times. As for me, he was smiling when he saw Xue Ting stroking my hard manhood.

Tommy: ‘他射几次？’
Xue Ting: ‘两次。三次也没问题。很厉害哦。’

He brought his girl into the room and asked them to go into the bathroom, while he spent a few minutes talking to me.

Tommy: ‘I hope you like the trip today. This is Xue Ting’s number. I’ll tell her to give you free service whenever you find her. And this is for you (handing me a few pieces of blue notes). Working in this line, the friends I have are always money-minded. So I don’t have any real friends. If you want to tag along or work for me, just give me a call. I can tell who can be trusted.’

He asked for Xue Ting to follow him while Xixi was left with me, tired and almost crying. For the rest of the evening, we had sex a few times. But truthfully, it felt like making love more than sex.

Xixi.. she was obviously in this for money, and after having a taste of how men would generally do her, that is, more sex than love, it was regret I saw in her eyes. Now that she is here, on an island far away from home, there was no turning back. At least not before she got what she came for.

So guys, when you visit a prostitute, as skilful or RTF as you may feel, they are throwing away all their pride for something we appear to have too much of – money. Don’t over do them, don’t abuse them. Just get what you went to them for, and give them what they came to Singapore for.

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3 Minion Milestone

First of all, J would like to express his gratitude for your support. We have reached a total of 3,000,000 page views. You might notice it is just ‘page views’ but it means a lot to me. Cause you only have to load one page to see my latest story, and I would love to imagine that one visitor arrived.

Lately, there hasn’t been any news or interests in my modelling offer, so that alone will have to disappoint you guys for a while. Let’s hope someone takes up that slot soon.

At the same time, I have resigned from my employment at the cafe, so that explains the disappearance of my listing for a female barista. As of right now, I am looking for a peaceful little cafe to work at, preferably doing what I do best – making coffee. But if you guys have any non-office related jobs, I would love to hear about them too.

This 3 million page view is a huge milestone for me, though it had taken more than 5 years (going 6) to achieve. I have many friends who are close to me, that I sadly cannot tell them about my site simply to keep the friendship existent. Can you imagine that? Writing stories, a trait that would attract the ladies, taking a turn for the worse cause it falls under the category of ‘erotica’.

I have been thinking about sharing my collection of pictures which I sourced online, from various sites like SgGirls and Reddit. It’s a small folder I get my inspirations from, and before you guys start sending me mails for the MEGA link, please note that few of them contains any nudity. I use it more for the fashion and clothing style to expand my imagination of dressing my female leads up.

I, J, welcome any donation anyone out there would like to make, not because I am jobless, but to keep buying the cans of green tea that I drink when I write. That’s all!

Anyway, if any of you guys out there have one-off stories that you would like to share, feel free to share it through my site. Surely the 4k views per day would do some publicity for you. And IF you have any female friends that need help financially (and suitable to model), I am most happy to do a shoot for them and let the loyal readers here decide if the photo set is worth their money.

Finally, I would like to thank you guys once again for your continuous support. It keeps me writing and posting. Really. You guys might think that ‘I didn’t even do anything. I’m just here for your stories’, but actually, we are much closer than you think. You can be there reading, and I am just a login page away from you, writing a story on the other side.

This small act of checking my blog for updates, goes a really long way for me. No doubt I don’t make any money out of this, I truly enjoy what I do in my free time, especially for you guys.