Emmanuel-Angelo Part 1
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Emmanuel was a short, thick waist, olive- skinned with dark eyes young man. His friends and coworkers called him Manny. The young man had a pleasing face, a bit of a paunch, that added to the allure. His arms and pecs appeared define under his shirts, and those thighs filled out his jeans or work pants. Manny was definitely the quiet type, he had his admirers, but they didn't know how to approach him. Manny didn't talk much, but when he did, the guys usually listened.
His nightly routine consisted of dinner, a long hot shower before bed, relaxing in front of the television or computer and always early to bed, as he was an early riser. Every workday morning, Manny arrived early, helped Paul plan the work day. While at work, Manny worked hard, was reliant and efficient, known for his organizational skills. At the end of the workday, Manny hung with his fellow co-workers at a local watering hole, usually watching whatever game being broadcasted, he enjoyed soccer in particular.
Manny was a technician by trade working out in the field, not a farm, but not in an office either. Manny wore a work uniform which consisted of light brown work boots, dark blue dickies, a dark blue shirt with a white tee-shirt underneath and when the weather was cooler, his blue jacket with the company emblem. Some jobs required a hard hat, but most of the time he was spotted with his favorite baseball cap, embroidered with his favorite team's emblem. Though Manny was quiet and conservative, he was respected for his expertise and efficiency when it came to his job, definitely an asset to his company.
If fact, with his aptitude for technology, Manny went to a local vocational-technical school after high school. Being a whiz at technology, his ability to problem solved made him an asset on any project assigned. Known was the go to person, if a student needed help, he had an uncanny way of explaining complex ideas into everyday layman's terms. Though Manny wasn't at the top of his class, he was always in the top ten percent. His penchant for remembering statistics and mundane facts, awed everyone. Being timid and socially insecure, Manny never really hung around with his classmates, he could be found at home studying. Manny had more acquaintances than actual friends, they made pleasant small talk and then they would be on their way.
His competent skills kept him gainfully employed in his highly competitive technical field. Being a workhorse, his structural approach to completing a job made him a valuable asset to any employer. His work ethic and personal traits made him a dependable coworker, his kindness and willingness to help was held in high esteem, deeming him as an important team player.
After the work day, Manny didn't want to return to a lonely apartment, he generally joined the guys for a beer or two, while watching a game on the television. Quietly sitting in the back, Manny didn't say much as the coworkers bantered about the action on the field, cheering or booing depending on their choice of team. When questions arose about a certain team or play, they relied on him to have an answer, being the go to guy.
The guys would drink, get drunk while Manny sipped his beer or two, like clockwork, he got up and would go home. The guys teased you can set your watch based on Manny's habits.' They all ribbed him, insinuating he was going home to his domineering girlfriend. Manny would wear that cat ate the mouse' smile as he bumped fists with the guys on his way out, never confirming or denying their claims.
Most nights, Manny relaxed by watching a television show or two. He would take a hot shower, and if time permitted, watch some television before going to bed. Some nights, when he was feeling rather randy, Manny explored the internet for some graphically explicit video's or pictures, afterwards feeling revulsion about the `sin' he committed. When it was time for bed, Manny would strip down to his tee-shirt and underwear, knelt as he said his prayers before climbing into bed. Manny was alone, he just wished he could find someone to comfort him.
Like clockwork, Manny got up in the morning, poured some cereal in a bowl adding milk. While watching the morning news, he ate his breakfast, mostly interested in the sport scores and the weather. His next accomplishment was to get dressed, and finally make his lunch, double checked everything was turned off and in their appropriate place, before heading out the door. Paul, his boss, would greet him most mornings with a steaming cup of black coffee, cream and sugar on the side. Manny usually listened to Paul as he went on about his evening or morning before they discussed job assignments for the day.
When the guys arrived, Paul or Manny would split them up into their assigned group. There were usually two, maybe three guys who went to each job site. Most guys joked, if they were assigned to Manny that they had to work today. Manny chuckled, but they knew it wasn't going to be an easy day, as he was a stickler for detail and procedure, no shortcuts.
After work the crew would head to the bar, Manny, as usual sat in the back, as they unwind by watching the game on TV. The guys would rant if they thought a referee showed favoritism or blatantly missed a call. Manny intently watched the interactions among the guys as well as the action on the screen. When questioned, Manny would tell them what they missed.
Manny could identify every player on a team, knowing their statistics, but he kept the details of any physical appearance to himself. Manny was more interested in the physical aspects of the players, noticing how nicely they filled out their shorts, the muscular build, would he want to see them naked, a bonus is when they lifted their shirt up to wipe the sweat off their face. Manny memorized all the body features of the athletes on the field, even better if the athletic modeled for underwear, shaving cream or men's body products. Manny would sit with a smile on his face think about his statistics', and when questions were asked, he would answer with what they wanted to hear. They guys were amazed that the quiet boss man' knew so much.
The guys would talk, joke, drink and eat, and at the given time, Manny excused himself to go home. His buddies would look up to see him leave, bump fists as they said `Goodnight', but their eyes would return back to the game, forgetting about Manny as soon as he left.
If Manny was able to see bonus skin at the bar, Manny went home horny, especially if it was one of his favorite players. When Manny got home, he would find the hand lotion in the bathroom, unzip his pants, pull his underwear below his balls, and recall the scene in his mind. He would picture their asses, packages and thick thighs as his cock was freed from the confines. Manny wrapped his lotion slicked fingers around his upright rod, replacing the images he saw on the internet with his favorite player. Manny stroked intently, imagining being in the locker room, seeing them naked, want to help them with their equipment and touching them like in the explicit video or pictures. Longing to feel their naked bodies Manny imagined kissing them on the lips or even touch the forbidden place.
The repetitive hand motion on his uncut cock caused the elastic stretched under his balls to rub against his pubes, creating an intense sensation triggering his orgasm. Feeling his balls pull up, legs, involuntary quiver, breathing quickened, head rolled back, as louder moans escaped from his lips, and then the undeniable shuddering rocked through his body; his thick nut juices flew through the air, landing on or around him. He usually shot a big thick load, sometimes behind him, sometimes on his face, but most times on his chest. The last of the thick juices oozed down his fingers onto his dark curly pubes.
After Manny's nerves returned from paradise, he examined the thick body fluid, checking to see if it was a big creamy load. Manny would grab a handy paper towel or tissue to quickly wipe up the slimy evidence, usually feeling guilty afterwards. When he completed his mission, Manny stripped down to his underwear, pray that he wouldn't have those reoccurring desires after heading to bed. He hoped one day he could stop his long standing relationship with his hand, desiring a different relationship with someone else's. The older he got, the stronger the yearning of wanting to feel another man's forbidden cock. Manny knew this was wrong, praying the earthly desire would go away after he committed the unspeakable sin.
If Manny didn't totally quench his desires, his desires would continue into his dreams, leaving an unexpected wet spot soaking in his underwear. Those mornings Manny would shower, skinning back the hood, making sure he cleaned under his cock thoroughly before he got ready for his morning.
Angelo was new in town, his cousin got him a job with a local company. Angelo is quite shy when it came to meeting new people, his cousin was a big help. The young man was olive skinned, dark eyes, dark hair, about five feet seven inches, had a bit of a gut, he had muscular thighs and calves, who wore a scruffy beard. Angelo knew he needed to get away from the sleepy little town where he grew up. His cousin suggested he should move there, with his skills, he wouldn't have a problem finding a job, in fact the company his cousin worked for was hiring. His cousin puts in a good word with his boss, Paul.
Paul was impressed with Angelo's credentials, Paul asked him when he could start. Angelo said he needed to give two weeks noticed. When Angelo gave notice, his employer gave him the two weeks off with pay, the employer was a family friend and thought that would give Angelo enough time to find a place. He even volunteered to help Angelo move. His cousin helped him find an affordable apartment which was close to all the amenities he needed.
After finding a place in the city, Angelo moved from the small town to the city in one weekend. His cousin and several guys where he worked previously helped him move, Angelo could not stop staring at the shirtless men, as they sweated carry boxes up several flights of steps. Angelo thanked them when they emptied the moving rental, offering them a beer. He was in heaven when they all rested, drinking the beer, they didn't stay long mentioning they looked forward to his moving in party. Angelo was a little sad when his shirtless friends left.
Angelo arrived with his cousin on the first day of work, Paul introduced him to the guys and asked Manny to show him around. Manny slyly checked him out, or so he thought, when he wasn't looking. Manny gave him guidance on filling out the required paperwork, showed him his locker and even where he could get his uniform. The company supplied jackets, Manny asked Angelo his size, asking him to follow him to the back room for a coat. They both were nervous, unbeknownst to Manny, Angelo was checking him out, as he liked what he saw, but concealed it when Manny turned around. Manny told him the procedures, by the end of the orientation Angelo was assigned to Paul his for the first day.
Manny went on to his job site with his usual coworker, not giving Angelo another thought. At the end of the day, the guys returned back to the shop. Paul asked Manny to help Angelo complete more forms, the guys asked Angelo if he would join them for drinks when he was finished, telling him Manny knows the way. Being new to the area, and wanting to be one of the guys, accepting the offer. When they arrived, he ordered his beer and sat with the group, answer the usual questions, the guys were testing the water, figuring out if he was one of them. Another game was on, the guys warmed up to him asking Angelo to join them, Angelo watched intently, commenting on the game as it unfolded. The guys did their usual ranting when their team made a point, their excitement filled the air.
Manny leaned back in the chair, watching the game, admiring the athletes, thinking those impure thoughts. Angelo sat just in front of him, he would quickly glance over, scrutinize Angelo without getting caught. All eyes were on the game, with Manny sipped on his beer, stealing glances while watching the athletic hunks on the screen and just in front of him.
Angelo was the first to stand up, Manny noticed Angelo's tight fitting pants, and he noticed how the pants accentuated his round bubble butt. When Angelo stretch, his shirt raised showing his dark tummy, Manny also wets his pants. He discreetly checked out the back of his muscular thighs in his pants, his cock told him he approved. Angelo bumped fists with everyone, as he said his goodbyes. Turned to Manny, their eyes met, Manny felt a connection. Angelo smiled, thanking him for his help today as they bumped fists saying good night. Manny felt a stirring in his pants, quickly sitting down.
Manny watched as Angelo walked to the door, grinning as he inspected his ass moving in the tight jeans. Though he sat at the wrong angle, Manny wished he could have seen the front of Angelo without being obvious. The guys continued to watch the game, when Manny realized it was time to go home.
On his way home, Manny kept thinking about Angelo's body and face. He adored the facial hair and thought of his prime `A' butt in his snug jeans.
When Manny got home, he got on his tablet, connecting to some 'forbidden' apps. Manny felt comfortable talking to other guys behind the screen, but never had the courage to meet anyone. If fact, he didn't use his picture, it was a faceless torso of a half-naked guy, it seemed to work for him. Manny would chat up a storm, and usually recount a video, if the messaging got sexual. He usually quickly ran to the bathroom to retrieve the hand lotion, sitting back in his lounge chair, unzipping his pants, pulling the elastic under his balls. He wrapped his moistened hand around his hard cock as he read the messages on the screen. He would reply back by talking into the tablet as he stroked. He continued the chat till he felt the familiar feeling, his body quivered, his breathing grew heavy, and would displace his load from his balls. Overcame with guilt, He quickly signs off. More relaxed, Manny sat back to watch television, but the thoughts of Angelo entered his mind. His cock wasn't going down, as his thoughts turned to Angelo's lips, ass and cock. As his hand stroked his cock, the waistband teased the hair on his balls, causing him to moan, the load landing on his face and chest. Then the guilt overcame him a second time.
Manny cleaned up evidence with a napkin, quickly jumping into the shower to wash away his impurity. Not to be caught naked by the neighbors, he stepped into a fresh pair of underwear and putting on a tee-shirt. He said his prayers and asked for help and forgiveness, but this night God wasn't listening as thoughts of Angelo played over and over again in his mind. He dreamt of his body, his worldly desire, when he woke up in the morning with soaked shorts.
Feeling disgusted, he quickly stripped out of the gooey stained underwear, so they could be washed, retrieved a new pair. Stepping into them, noticing his cock was reacting – swelling in the confines of his clean shorts while trying to watch the news and the thought of Angelo's furry face returned.
Angelo strode to his new apartment, on his way home, his thoughts kept reverting back to Manny. He didn't understand why he couldn't get him out of his mind. When Angelo got to his place, he went to his computer, opening of his `male friendly' apps. Angelo was curious, but never had the courage to follow through, it wasn't long before he was chatting with a faceless torso of a half-naked guy. Angelo never touched a guy, but somehow through the computer he entered another dimension. He typed to his chat buddy, what he would like to do with him, though not from experience, but by conjuring up images to those dirty videos. The guy seemed to be very experienced having Angelo lusting after him. He was getting nervous as the mystery man hinted he wanted to meet, the on-line chat became more graphic than Angelo intended. Suddenly the guy logged off and Angelo thought his buddy caught onto his inexperience. He felt guilty for being dishonest and talking about having sex with a guy.
Angelo sat there, with his hard uncut cock straining for release in his hand. Reaching for the bottle of baby oil, pouring it generously onto his throbbing cock, he wrapped his fingers around his oiled uncut piece of meat. Stroking as he gazed upon the dirty pictures on his computer screen in the confines of his apartment. For whatever reason, the pictures weren't enhancing his mood, his cock wasn't responding to the hard-core eye candy. He turned his thoughts to Manny, recalling the images of Manny. His cock immediately responded in a favorable way. With his oily hand massaging his cock, he imagined what Manny would look like totally nude and how his lips would taste when they kissed. With the thought of touching Manny's cock, Angelo's body shuddered as he blew his load all over his tee-shirt. Angelo sat there quivering with his dripping fingers wrapped around his deflating cock, coming down from his excited state. Suddenly, Angelo's guilt took over, he quickly cleaned up, heading to bed, hoping he wouldn't think about Manny like that again.
When Manny arrived at work, he tried to avoid Angelo and at the very least eye contact. Feeling he violated Angelo with his impure thoughts, Manny busied himself by working on the day's schedule with Paul. Concentrating, he didn't notice anyone standing there, when looking down, he saw a pair boots. Manny looked up, seeing Angelo standing there in his work uniform, Manny's cock hardened instantly, a lump formed in his throat, unable to audibly say `Hi'. Something about the way he sensually filled out those dark blue dickies turned Manny on. Manny being flustered, quickly excused himself.
After work, Manny, as usual, went to the bar with his coworkers, they congregated around the bar talking about last night's game. Manny sat off to the one side, not being the center of the group quietly sipping his beer. Manny felt a presence standing near him, and when he looked up, he heard the familiar voice asking if the seat was taken. Manny looked around and noticed the bar was full, he moved his leg so Angelo could sit next to him. They both sat there quietly listening to their coworkers continued to banter about last night's game.
When the bartender asked if he wanted anything, Manny ordered from the menu. Angelo sat facing him, when Manny looked up, he smiled their eyes locked. When his food was delivered, Manny silently ate while the other guys whooped it up. Being hungry himself, Angelo saw what he ordered, asking the bartender for the same thing.
Angelo scarfed down his meal, quickly getting up to leave as soon as he was done, he tapped Manny on the shoulder, saying he would see him in the morning. Angelo bumped fists as he said his goodbyes to the other guys. Manny turned his head, he watched through the corner of his eyes as Angelo left. Sitting with a boner between his legs, Manny was embarrassed as he thought about Angelo, who sat right next to him.
As Angelo walked out, he turned to see if Manny was watching. Angelo watched Manny's head quickly turned toward the bar, after their eyes briefly met. Angelo smiled, realizing he had to try to conceal the hard on between his legs. Angelo stood outside for a minute, looking at Manny through the window, hoping Manny would turn and look his way. Disappointed, he turned to walk home.
Angelo thought, he was the only who felt this way when many didn't turn to look. There was something about that cute little guy he liked. He wasn't celebrity handsome, but his face caught his attention. Angelo was attracted to his shyness, but he wasn't sure if he could approach him. He felt timid at the moment and probably should just let it go doubting Manny felt the same way. He whistled to himself all the way home, just something to do to occupy his mind not wanting to think about the rejection, he wasn't sure why. Angelo went home to his empty apartment. He turned on the TV, sitting on the couch watching whatever was on, really not paying attention to it. He thought of Manny, he was a regular masculine guy, but there was something about him. Angelo fancied him in his work uniform, reaching between his legs, he rubbed his swollen cock through his pants. Unzipping, he fished his cock from his stained underwear. Moaned and sighed as his hand wrapped around his hard leaking shaft, stroking to thoughts of Manny's dark eyes and face, especially his lips that he wanted to kiss and taste.
Breathing heavy, his hips were bucking, when he felt his balls pull up. Familiar with the routine, his cock shot thick ropes of cum over and over again landing on his shirt. Realizing he just made a mess, he got up washing the stains from his shirt, before placing it in the washer with some other soiled clothing. Standing in his underwear, thinking about Manny, the guilt started to set in. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he felt more alone in his that night.
After a long shower, Angelo dressed in his pajama bottoms heading to bed. Tossed and turned all night, his cock throbbed, when he thought about Manny, he shot his load in while he slept. Feeling the wet goo in his bottoms, he quickly got up, washing the `funk' out of them, before putting on another pair, attempting to fall back to sleep.
The next morning at work, he avoided eye contact with Manny. Feeling guilty about his lustful thoughts, he crossed his fingers, praying not to be assigned with Manny for a job.
On Friday, the last day of the work week, Paul assigned Angelo to Manny. The two tried to avoid eye contact, but would steal glances when the other wasn't looking. Manny instructed Angelo what to do, and they made a pretty good working team together.
Manny tried to concentrate on the job, he tried to keep Angelo away, as not to tempt him. Angelo was glad he worked alone, as Manny was making his hormones go into overtime. Angelo couldn't understand why he felt that way. He tried to glance at Manny when he wasn't looking, occasionally their eyes met, both quickly glancing down at their shoes.
The morning crawled by, at lunch time they took a break. Angelo didn't bring his lunch, Manny offered half his sandwich and an apple. Angelo declined at first, but when Manny insisted, he took half of his sandwich only after Manny agreed that he could buy him a drink after work.
Manny felt the awkward silence, not knowing what to say or do, he would steal glances at Angelo. The two felt the chemistry they both didn't understand. They awkwardly would look down at their feet while eating their sandwiches.
Angelo had the desire to look at Manny's face again. Manny turned his head at the same time, their eyes locked, both smiled for a few seconds before they looked back down at their feet. Manny felt good that Angelo noticed him, but he didn't know what to say. He sat here silently for a minute before he got the courage to ask Angelo what he was doing this weekend.
Angelo responded that he wanted to see a certain movie. Manny, before he could stop what he was saying, told him he wanted to see it too. They both dangled their feet, looking down. Angelo getting up the nerve turned his head, asking if he would like to see the movie with him.
Manny smiled, saying, sure, why not. Then suddenly regretted his response, when the guilt set in.
Angelo smiled, glad that Manny accepted his offer.
Angelo nervously asked Manny for his number so they could decide a time and a place to meet. Angelo type and read it back after Manny gave him the number. They both felt butterflies in their stomachs. Manny was feeling his guilt again.
Manny suggested they get back to work, this time they seemed to work together, getting the job done. When they finished they cleaned up the site, afterwards heading back to the office. Manny kept stealing glances at Angelo, Angelo would smile each time he caught Manny looking.
They met the guys at the bar, Angelo kept his promise and bought Manny a beer, he sat next to him, as the guys sat around the table watching another game. Angelo made small talk about the game, and Manny would rattle off the statics about the player. Angelo was impressed.
It was Friday night, the bar was filling up, Angelo after a few beers asked Manny if he wanted to ditch the bar and get something to eat. Manny quickly said he would like that, but felt the guilt, his insecurity telling him, he's looking like a fool. With butterflies in their stomachs, they both put on their brave faces as they bumped fists saying goodbye to the guys and headed out the bar. They walked down the street, both with hands tucked into their jackets. Angelo nervously commented he was excited about seeing the movie and was grateful Manny wanted to see it with him.
Manny was excited that he got to spend more time with Angelo as they went to search for a place to eat, away from the crowds, but it was a Friday night.
Angelo found a small burger joint by his place, they both walked in asking for a booth. The hostess sat them in a corner, handing them menus. They both looked over the items on the menu, commenting to each other what they thought sounded good.
Manny was nervous, and apologized when he bumped his leg into Angelo's leg, realizing Angelo didn't move his leg when he did. Angelo nervously shook his foot under the table as he sat with Manny. He was trying to dissipate his nervous energy. Angelo would look up at Manny's handsome face, he quickly looked down when Manny caught him looking at him. Manny quickly looked down each time Angelo caught him looking at him. There was chemistry, but they both were too naive to recognize it. With their heads buried in the menus, each time they would lock eyes, they quickly look down smiling to themselves.
The waitress flirted with the two handsome guys as she took their drink order. When she returned with their beers, she took their food orders, making cute comments as they nervously ordered their food. They awkwardly sat there silently for a few minutes trying to process the emotions they were feeling for the first time. Angelo brought up the movie, saying he would call him when he knew the times they were playing. Manny said he was looking forward to see it, he told him he heard it was good and it also starred his favorite actor. Angelo agreed, he liked the male lead as well.
Manny covered his mouth as he looked over his hand at Angelo. He kept looking at his dark eyes, he thought they were intense. Angelo would look up, flash him a smile when their eyes met. Manny would quickly look down, doodle with his finger on the table. Angelo watched intently at Manny's imaginary doodle.
Angelo knew Manny was quite coy, he thought that particular trait to be cute. He found himself playing with his beard each time he looked at Manny doodling on the table. Trying to keep his hands on the table, even folding them, his fidgeting made him conscious where his hands were when he looked at Manny's handsome face.
Manny wondered if the guys were still at the bar watching the game. Angelo looked around for a television, seeing if the game was on. They talked about the game, as they waited, Manny spouted off statistics of his favorite players. Angelo with his fingers curling his beard, watched him, admiring his knowledge of the players.
Angelo suggested they go to a game. Manny said he would like that. They both fidgeted in their chairs, waiting for their dinner to arrive. Manny sipped on his beer, peer over his glass admiring Angelo's smile and eyes. Angelo's foot shook a mile a minute.
Angelo excused himself when he nervously bumped into Manny's knee. Manny replied with a smile, while he ran his fingers through the hair on his temples. The waitress checked on them, to see if they needed anything else, before letting them know their food will be out shortly.
The guys looked around at the other tables, commenting how good the food looks. They both nervously look at each other, but the ice was finally broken when the waitress appeared with their plates, asking who order which burger, as she sat them down in front of the guys. Angelo was famished, he commented that his food smelt good. He picked up a fry, placing it in his mouth. Manny watched was the fry went between his lips. He tried to concentrate on his food.
They both sat there with hard-ons, nervous, neither were bold enough to realize what was happening. They eat their food and drank the beer. The waitress asked if they needed another beer, and they both said yes. The burger and the fries were hitting the spot. The waitress returned with their drink order, she sat them down before asking if they needed anything else. The beer was loosening them up. As the night wore on, they were more comfortable, talking about work, where they went to school and where they grew up. They both mentioned how many siblings, they had.
Angelo looked up, he saw the ketchup on Manny's face. He was trying to tell him, and Manny was wiping, but the ketchup was still on his face. Angelo picked up his napkin, delicately wiped the ketchup of Manny's face. They both turned red from embarrassment, but deep inside both knew they each enjoy the small interaction.
When they finished dinner, they felt a little light headed, the waitress asked if they wanted dessert. They both turned it down, asking for the check. The waitress placed the check on the table saying she could take that when they were ready. They agreed to split the check.
Manny didn't want to go home alone, nor did Angelo. They walked a little more around the town, Manny points out places of interest. They walked side by side with their hands in their pockets, not saying anything, just being in each other's company. Angelo asked Manny if he would like some ice cream, he said it was his treat.
They both picked their flavors, wanting to spend more time together they sat on the wall outside of the shop while eating their ice cream. Angelo wanted a taste of Manny's. Manny felt the effects of the alcohol, place a spoonful on his wooden spoon, feeding it to Angelo. Angelo took the spoon in his mouth, licking it clean. He looked at Manny, smiled as he tasted his flavor.
Angelo offered a taste of his, he placed his spoon in his ice cream offering to Manny. Manny opened his mouth, allowing Angelo to feed him. They looked at each other and laughed.
Manny really liked Angelo. Angelo thought the same thing about Manny. For some reason he liked being with him and was becoming comfortable. They talked about the movie again, Angelo admitted he can't wait to see it with Manny tomorrow. Manny told him how much he was looking forward to it.
When they finished their ice cream, they realized the time flew by, they walked back to their cars. Manny knew it was getting late, but he didn't want to go home alone. He stuck his hand out, Angelo grabbed, squeezing as they shook hands good night. Angelo said he was going to call him, and Manny said he was looking forward to it.