Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Part 59

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Are Ron and Louise coming to the end of the line? ..

As I expected, when I didn't get in touch with her, Cara rang. I thought about blanking the call but decided the best approach would be to talk to her and get it over and done with. I'd definitely made my mind up I wasn't going to go over to Cara's place.

Cara sounded like she'd had a drink. And she definitely sounded like she wanted some cock, casually mentioning that she was smoking a joint and how marijuana got her horny for dick in the ass. However, I put on my best weak, coming-down-with-something, voice and managed to get rid of her after a few minutes. I was relieved, I wanted to relax. I anticipated a big day ahead of me. Especially with the talk, you know, 'the talk', with Louise.

Perversely I was kind of looking forward to it. At least things would be out in the open. Closure? Who knows, maybe things would be better after we'd both said our piece. Maybe I would open up and tell Louise what I wanted? I still felt I was being pulled along in the riptide of Louise's desires. But maybe that was because I wasn't telling Louise what I wanted. I told myself I'd be forthright. And for sure I was going to find out what the fuck had been going on with her and Evan Holmes.

I went back to the chatroom I'd seen Jaqui on, but there was no sign of her. I had a couple of beers, watched some TV, then went to bed.

==

I started Sunday by doing a final clean-up of the house, then went out and bought some groceries. When I was back home, I felt I was pretty organized for Louise's return.

Louise and the boys arrived home around 3pm. Her mom was with her, so I had to make friendly small talk before she eventually left after about 45 minutes.

Then I spent what I guess you'd call 'Quality Time' with the boys. On the trip home Louise had bought them some Star Wars Lego, which we built together. She told me they'd been playing up in the car and she had to bribe them to calm down by diverting to a toy store. And to stop off for a cigarette.

I hadn't had a lot of time for the boys lately, so it was a nice distraction, and spending time with the kids was something I promised myself I'd pay more attention to.

At 7pm Louise went upstairs to put the boys to bed. I was useless at that, they'd never go to sleep for me. After about twenty minutes, she came back downstairs. I realized we'd barely spoken to each other since she'd gotten home.

I noticed that Louise had changed clothes and spruced up. Tight three- quarter black jeans, a low cut black satin blouse. Plenty of cleavage, with a hint of shiny dark brassiere visible. And she'd touched up her hair and make-up.

"Ron, find something in the freezer for us to eat, forget take-out. And get me a glass of white wine. I need a drink."

I got a frozen pizza and put it in the oven on a timer. I organized Louise a glass of wine, and got myself a can of beer.

I handed Louise the wine and sat down opposite her. She smiled at me.

"OK, Ron - tell me. Cara. How did your fun with her and Rudy go? Remember, no secrets, not anymore. Cara wasn't very forthcoming, and said I should ask you. She sounded a little disappointed. Anything bad happen?"

I cleared my throat as I collected my thoughts. Louise looked at me.

"Don't worry, Ron, I'll tell you what happened, and what didn't happen, at my little soiree with the Mandelsons. After we eat. So, you. Go on."

"Ah, OK," I replied, "So, Cara and Rudy. What do you want to know?"

"Come on, Ron," Louise smiled. "I'm a big girl. Tell me everything! I mean, we are going to stay married, right? I'm not expecting you to tell me you want a divorce. Not if I know you as well as I think I do. And like I said when you called, the Genie's out the bottle, so, let's embrace this. Anyway. Tell me already. What happened?"

I swallowed and then started speaking.

"OK. It was nothing spectacular. I mean I was pretty shocked when Rudy showed. And kind of pissed, well a LOT pissed. So I took it out on his ass. Hard fuck, from behind. He was eating Cara's cunt while I shafted him."

"Ah. And Cara?"

"Well, then Rudy fucked Cara and left."

"So, 'Rudy fucked Cara and left', OK. And what did you do while Rudy was fucking Cara?"

"Well, I guess you would say I spectated."

Louise took a moment. She looked a little surprised.

"You didn't join in?"

"No. I waited until Rudy had fucked off, and then me and Cara fucked."

"Anal?"

"No."

"OK," Louise said, "That doesn't sound too exciting. Anything else?"

"Cara spent the night. We didn't fuck again."

"Interesting. A nice little sleepover. Wait 'til I talk to Cara about that. Actually.."

The timer for the pizza went off and saved me having to listen to the end of Louise's current train of thought.

==

We ate.

The dinner table conversation was mainly around Louise's work plans for the next week. She told me she would be due a 2 grand commission for a property she'd sold, when the deal was finalized on Tuesday. She had to go into the office Tuesday to close the deal. I took the plates through to the kitchen after we'd finished. I brought what was left of the wine back through to the living room.

Louise was now sitting on the couch. I refilled her glass and put the empty bottle on the dinner table.

"Ron, pass me the ashtray from over there. I'm dying for a cigarette."

I put the ashtray down on the coffee table in front of the couch as Louise lit a Marlboro. I went to sit back down on the easy chair but Louise gave me as stern look.

"Ron, here. Sit with me."

I picked up my beer and sat down next to Louise.

"OK, Ron. Last week. Before I fill you in on my night with the Mandelsons, anything else you want to tell me?"

I had a quick think.

"Nothing really. I worked. I bought a pair of trainers. I spoke to Cara a couple of times. As you know, seeing it was you told her to call me. And I spoke to Rudy."

"Rudy? Like a conversation when he wasn't with you and Cara?"

I nodded.

"Oh, right. And what did you two talk about?"

"I told him how pissed I was that you and him, you know. And I told him I wasn't sure about your little friends with benefits plan. That we'd talk about it after. After we'd talked. You and me, I mean."

"OK, Ron. So. I guess you want to hear how it went down with the Mandelsons?"

I gulped and didn't reply immediately.

"Ron. You do? Right?"

"Yes," I conceded.

"OK, Ron. So, you called me when I was with them Thursday night. Well, what I didn't tell you was that I'd been with them the night before."

Louise was looking at me as she spoke. She caught the look on my face.

"No, Ron! Nothing like that! Well, OK. Let me explain."

Louise took a deep drag on her cigarette, then carried on speaking.

"So, Wednesday afternoon, we all go to their cabin, or "Lodge", you might remember they have the bigger setup than mom's. We think about taking a swim in the lake, but it's way too cold, and then we eat at their place. It gets to like 8pm. Mom takes the boys back to our cabin. I stay and we have a drink."

I was already not liking this very much.

"So, we have a drink or two, we're pretty loose, and because I have my bikini, I agree when Ruthie suggests we all go to their hot tub. It's much bigger than the one in mom's place. Anyway.."

Louise took a pull on her cigarette before continuing.

"So, .. when we're in the hot tub, Ben and Ruthie start talking about how unbelievable they think my titties are. I'm feeling a little freaky anyway, so when Ruthie asks if she can touch them, I say yes. Then Ben says he wants a feel. And I let him. Then they ask me to take my bikini top off, it was Ruthie actually, and I say OK if Ruthie takes her top off. We have some more touchy feely type moments, then I suck Ruthie's nipples. She's surprised, but she doesn't stop me, and I am pretty damn sure she was enjoying it. God, they were like fucking bullets, so stiff in the water! Then, Ben and Ruthie suck my titties. And then I need to pee, so we break off. When I'm at the bathroom, Ben and Ruthie have moved back into the living area. Seems fun time is over, I can tell. Looks to me like they've had some kind of fall out maybe, so I get dressed. But, before I leave, they ask me if I'd like to come to dinner tomorrow night, that's Thursday night, and maybe we could get to know each other better. I catch the hint."

I was staring at Louise as she told her story. She looked back into my eyes, and continued.

"OK, Ron. I left at that point. So, onto Thursday night."

Louise put her left hand on my forearm. I let it linger as she continued speaking.

"So, we have dinner. During dinner we talk about our sex lives. We're definitely the more adventurous couple Ron, let me just put it that way. The most exotic detail of Ben and Ruthie's sex life is that they'd both had affairs. Ben with a dental nurse he employed, Ruthie with a work colleague, and part of their marriage therapy had been for them to openly tell each other their sexual experiences with their 'other partners'. You know, it was a little boring. Anyway, .. oh, one minute."

Louise paused, killed her smoke which had burned down to the filter, then immediately lit a fresh cigarette.

"So, Ron. I give them some flavor of our experiences. Not all of it. I sensed that Ben and Ruthie don't like 'fags' as they called them. Ruthie mentioned how when she found out Ben had been ass-fucking his dental nurse girlfriend she was so disgusted that Ben would do such a thing, and that in her opinion, the only kind of men who wanted to fuck a girl's ass were fags. Ben stressed at that point he wasn't a 'fag'. Made a big deal of it, actually."

Louise looked at me.

"Ron, you're OK? I'll go on, right?"

"Yes, Louise, go ahead," I replied

"Funny thing is Ron, as it turns out it was such a non-event. OK. Dinner's eaten, we've drunk most of a bottle of vodka between us, so it feels about time. I'd been a little flirty with Ben whenever Ruthie went to the bathroom, or went to get potato chips or whatever. Ruthie and I had kissed a little while we were out having a cigarette. Seems Ruthie is nervous, but I can tell she's excited. She's never done anything 'lesbo' before. Well, except for sucking on my tits the night before. During dinner she'd asked a lot of questions about lesbian sex. Like, what pussy tasted like? Come on, like she'd never tasted her own juices? Anyway, we stay in the living area and undress.

"This is when it gets interesting, And before you ask Ron, yes, Ben has a big one. Must be 9-inches. Circumcised, obviously, they're Jewish. They start by sucking on my titties again. Then Ben asks if Ruthie can lick my cunny. Of course, I agree. She's not down there long, and she is a shit pussy-licker. Little fucking baby dabs with her tongue on my clit. In fact, Ben is not much better. Then Ruthie and I kiss while Ben touches us both, you know, down there. Couple of minutes of this Ruthie stretches back on the sofa and I give her cunny a real good licking out. She's liking it, she's so wet and she's making a lot of noise. Oh, my God, Ron, you must remember, she speaks with that funny lisp thing! It sounds so strange when she's moaning, 'Oh, Loo-eeethe!'. I had to try hard not to laugh.

"Eventually, Ben positions himself behind me. I can feel him touching my butt cheeks with his fingers. Then, boom! He slams his cock into my cunny."

I suddenly interrupted. "But, Louise, this doesn't sound like a fucking non-event!"

"Well, Ron that's just it. I feel this big cock slide deep into my cunny, I actually gasp, and I open my eyes and look up. And I see Ruthie looking at me, like she's totally horrified. She glances over my shoulder at her husband, there's a real look of almost, I don't know, it was almost 'hate'. And before he can even take one thrust she tells Ben to stop, says she's not comfortable with this, yada yada yada. She doesn't shout or anything, but it's clear that as far as she's concerned, we're done. Ben seems distraught. I feel him push a little further into me, but then Ruthie tells him to definitely stop and starts apologizing and she asks me to leave. She stands up, very awkwardly, she nearly falls over, and she's like, 'Please leave right away!'. Ben pulls his cock out of me and hurries to the bathroom. He seemed pretty pissed."

I can fucking imagine, I thought to myself. Louise paused, inhaled on her cigarette and let out a jet of smoke from the right side of her mouth.

"So there you go Ron. It didn't really happen for me. I got back to our cabin, thankfully mom and the boys were sleeping, and I'm not ashamed to say I got a cucumber from the refrigerator and masturbated. I needed to. It didn't take me long to come."

I remained silent but I was a little shocked by Louise's last confession. When we were kids I'd gone through a candy bar phase. I mean putting candy bars in Louise's cunt and licking the melted chocolate from her insides. But a cucumber? Fuck me. Never.

Louise leaned over and put her hand on my groin.

"Oh, Ron, very naughty, you've got a hard-on!"

I did have a hard-on. A very stiff one.

"OK, Ron, upstairs. You can give me a good fucking, and then we can continue our talk about the future. OK? And I want you to give my cunny a good licking first. You know Ron, as far as I am concerned, nobody does it as good as you!"

==

We went upstairs and undressed quickly. My cock was aching. Louise grabbed me even as I was undressing and kissed me forcefully. My cock slid up the front of Louise's partially unzipped jeans, the abrasive feeling as the underside of my glans scraped upwards between us was just the right side of painful.

By now it should be pretty obvious that kissing is really my thing. It massively turns me on. I'd actually go as far as saying kissing probably turns me on more than having my dick sucked. Maybe I was weird? I for sure felt that Louise and I had really given up on this aspect of our intimacy lately.

As we embraced, Louise tongued my neck, then leant up and bit my earlobe. She was driving me wild.

I eventually grappled Louise to the bed and pulled her jeans free as she reached back and released her breasts from her brassiere. Louise then grabbed my head firmly.

"Eat my cunny, Ron, baby," she gasped, "please, do it now."

I didn't have to be asked twice. The smell of Louise's cunt juices was strong. I leant my face in close and extended my tongue. I knew the way Louise liked having her pussy eaten. I pushed my tongue deep into her hole, scooping her sticky aromatic moistness up with sharp deliberate licks. After a good dozen frantic thrusts of my tongue, which got Louise moaning loudly, I moved up to her clit and pressed down with the body of my tongue onto Louise's love bud. Louise gave out a barely suppressed yelp. I knew I was doing this right.

Louise grabbed my hair, pulling me up, and I knew it was time to bury my cock into Louise's soaking wet snatch.

I moved up swiftly, and when my face was level with Louise's I slipped my rock hard cock into her warm welcoming cunt.

"Oh, fuck, Ron!" Louise gasped before grabbing my neck and mashing her tongue into my mouth.

I started pumping. Slow, resolute, careful. I knew Louise liked this way better than an uncontrolled hammering. Delicious moans escaped from the side of Louise's mouth, even with her tongue still deeply exploring my own.

Louise finally whispered to me.

"Ron. Me on top, please!" she almost pleaded.

I flipped over to the side of the bed and turned onto my back. Without any delay, Louise straddled me, reached down to grasp my by now very slippery cock, and impaled herself on my rock hard pole.

"Fuck, oh, Ron .."

Louise started a rhythmic circular motion with her hips. A style I'd become so used to over the years, that familiar way she brought herself to orgasm by grinding her clit on my pubic bone as my cock slipped sideways and up and down inside her vagina.

She wasn't long in coming.

"Fffuckk, fffuckk, fffuckk, .. oh, oh .." she moaned breathlessly, trying hard not to be too loud, so as not to wake the kids (it had happened once before, when Nathan was a baby).

What must have been ten seconds after Louise started to come, I got the twitch, and I groaned as I dumped my seed up into Louise's cunt.

We both lay still for a few seconds, the Louise got up off of me and headed to the bathroom.

When she came back in, she lit a Marlboro and lay down next to me. I wasn't sure of the timing, was now a good time? But I felt I had to say something, so I took a deep breath and went for it.

"Louise, going forward, you've said no secrets. I have to ask. You and Evan Holmes?"

There was no shocked reaction. No tensing of muscles. Louise simply took a leisurely pull on her cigarette.

"Well, Ron, I guess we've never discussed this, but Evan and I had a brief thing when we were teens. I'd say, year, maybe a little less, before me and you got together."

"But, Louise.."

Louise carried on talking.

"Evan and I didn't break up on good terms. There was this thing. Ok, I cheated on him. We'd been going together a month, maybe longer, I don't know, six weeks. Evan was really into me. I was more about having some fun. He was a couple years older, he was an okay lay, he was polite, not an asshole. He said he loved me, I just laughed it off.

"So, one Friday, it was when they were developing the mall down by the freeway. I was out with Briana, I think you met her when we were younger, Briana Adriano, curly blonde hair, we were kind of friends for a while. She was mainly Debbie's friend, but whatever. Anyway, we met a couple of guys working on the site. Roughneck types. We chatted, they bought some beers, and we had a drink in the park. Me and Briana, we didn't have any fake ID or anything so going to a bar was out of the question. We went back to their place to drink some more, and we fucked them. My guy fucked me, then he goes to the bathroom. The guy who had been with Briana comes in. Says Briana's a squirter or pissed the bed or some bullshit, climbs in with me, and we fuck. I guess my guy, the first one, can't even remember his name, anyway I suppose he's fucking Briana now. Well, he was. Anyway, I stayed overnight. Shit, I got in terrible trouble with my parents. They'd almost called the cops to report me missing. Grounded for a month.

"Evan gets in touch next day. I've been ignoring his calls the night before, obviously. My dad even called him looking for me, and that set him off worse. He's moody, and he was already overly possessive in our relationship anyway. So I just flat out tell him I've slept with another guy the previous night. I don't say two guys. We finish. We meet a couple more times, patch-up attempts on his part, no sex. We have a couple of massive fights on the phone, and we're totally done. He took it hard, gave me a few more shitty phone calls telling me I was a slut, but eventually he gave up and moved on."

Louise took another pull on her cigarette.

I took a deep breath. I had to ask the question.

"Louise. Has there been anything going on between you two more recently?"

"No. Like I said, I'm not his favorite person. Oh, WAIT! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Bitch! Goddamn it! Now I know why you're asking!"

I was confused. Was I now going to get a confession? What?

"Right, Ron, I'm going to make an educated guess here. You have seen, OK, which one is it, could be, oh, wait, it could be Joanne .. you saw Randall this week. RANDALL. Right?"

Randall? Why Randall? But it actually worked for me. I had in fact bumped into him on Friday night. I didn't want to mention it was Donna had told me about Louise and Evan. Shit, this was actually a good way out of lying about where I'd heard the Evan rumor.

"Ah," I replied, "Yeah, I bumped into Randall in the mall. He was going to watch the Knicks at the Sports Cafe."

"Ron. First things first. There has been NOTHING going on between me and Evan since we were kids. Nothing. I really don't like the guy. But I know where this is coming from. Please, do me a favor. Get my phone from downstairs. I can easily explain this bullshit to you."

I left the room, and as I did so, Louise asked me to bring her a fresh pack of Marlboros from the kitchen cupboard where she kept her smokes.

I returned a couple of minutes later, handed Louise her phone and her cigarettes, and sat down next to her.

"OK, Ron. About a month ago, Randall's on a trip to inspect some properties somewhere out of town. He's overnight in a hotel, so he's not due home that night. But something happens, I don't know one of his appointments cancels, and it turns out he can come home. On his way home he stops off at Murphy's, that big Irish pub down 125."

I saw Louise unlock her phone.

"OK. So, who does he see sitting having a cozy little drink in Murphy's? Well, Ron, Joanne is there. And guess who she's with?"

I didn't reply.

"Ron?" Louise asked.

A pause.

"Shit, Ron. It's Evan! Joanne and Evan are having an affair. Here, look."

I glanced down at Louise's phone. Pages of text conversations with a contact "Jo 2".

"So, Ron, Joanne's a definite cheater as you can see. She even has a second secret cellphone."

I managed not to react in any way. I was assuming Rudy had never told Louise about my own burner cellphone. I saw lots of texts, one saying 'Can you cover me, say we were having a drink', a few others of a similar nature.

Louise took the phone back, scrolled down, and then handed it back to me.

"Read it, Ron!"

I focused on the screen. There was a long message in front of me.

-- Louise I am so FUCKING SORRY. I didn't know what to do. Randall knows how close we have been lately, plus the excuses you've given me. I had to make something up quick and all I could think was to say I was there to let Evan down because it was YOU having the affair and YOU wanted to end it. I am SOOOOOOO SORRY. He believes me. I told Randall to say nothing. He's distracted because he has a movie shoot with Donna for real money this week, but I will try SO HARD not to let this spread. SORRY. SORRY. SORRY. I love you as a friend. Please don't hate me.

I handed the phone back to Louise. I was relieved, even though part of my paranoid inner self said, Ron, it's fake, it's a setup. But it clearly fucking wasn't. Fucking Joanne! And fucking Randall! Telling Donna. Bastard.

"There's more Ron, look at this."

Louise went into her emails, opened one then clicked on a movie attachment. I pressed play.

Standard POV dick sucking shot, Joanne's face clearly visible. And it wasn't Randall's cock, the dick Joanne was lavishing wet noisy slurps on belonged to a white guy. Evan Holmes no doubt.

"OK, Ron. That's that one put to bed. Right? And wait until I see Joanne!"

I watched as Louise put her phone down.

"Now for the big question. How do you want to play things from now on?"

I thought about my reply. I decided to be truthful. And I would try and be firm. But I wasn't sure I could carry that off. Truthful would have to do.

"Louise, you're right. I don't suppose we are going to go back to what it was. Part of me wants to. Part of me doesn't. But I'd like to maybe keep it so it's like, less of a regular thing. You know, I don't know, eh, like not every week. Not always the same stuff."

"You mean the same people? Don't you, Ron?"

"I guess so" I replied.

"OK"

Louise looked like she was deep in thought for a moment.

"Ron, let's run through some scenarios, OK? Just go with me on this, no stress, I want to know how you feel. I want to know how you feel, so I don't fuck 'us' up. Ron, I love you. You know that, right?"

"I love you too, Louise," I replied. And I actually felt like I meant it.

"OK, let's start. I do like doing stuff with other women. Say that I really want to get it on with Cara. We could get together here, or at her place. Alone, or you could join us. In that scenario, how does it work so that you are comfortable with it?"

I had a quick thought about it then responded.

"OK, that scenario, I'm easy either way. If I'm in the mood.."

"So, Ron. Let's say I'm out for a drink with Cara, looks like things are going that way. I call you, ask you what you want to do? That work?"

"Yes, Louise, that works. But what doesn't work would be if there was another guy in the mix. Sorry, maybe I'm being a schmuck, but .."

"OK, so say there's a situation, either with Cara or without, there's a guy. I find out he's bi, I think he's your type, then what?"

"I'd say in that case too, call me. We could discuss. But I wouldn't want you going back to the guy's place. Sorry, this is possibly immature. I know I'm possessive, I have that streak, maybe too possessive. Sorry, Louise, you and other guys, we'd have to really think that one through. Sorry. I know this is probably a shit answer, but you asked me to be honest."

"OK, Ron. Say I want to have Cara and Rudy round. To have fun. With the both of us. I ask you during the week if we can get together on Friday night. What about that?"

"Louise, you know, if it's not every Friday, yes, that would probably work. But I need time to deal with you and Rudy's thing."

"OK, Ron."

Louise lit a cigarette. Then she surprised me by leaning over and giving me a slow kiss.

"Ron, I think I get you about it not being a regular thing. Or too regular. Now, if we're in a situation where we are out, and maybe there's another couple, a likeminded couple, we go back to what we talked about before. Probably more than once we've discussed it. If we both agree, it's 'Party on!'? If one of us is uncomfortable, we don't do it? Right?"

"Yes. I remember us talking about it. It's cool, we play it like that. See what happens."

"OK, Ron. Another scenario. I want two guys. Of course, one of them is you, that's always going to be the case. No question about it. How do we set that up? I think I'd leave that to you? That's my line of thinking, anyway. Is that how it works?"

Again I collected my thoughts.

"Yes, Louise. I'd like to be the one to fix anything like that up. I guess we could play it by ear. Say we meet someone at a party, or a bar. Or possibly the internet. I haven't totally thought that one through totally. Again, I know this might sound selfish. I'm sorry, but until I feel different, and maybe I will or maybe I won't, I'd like to take charge on involving other guys. I'm sorry, I don't think I can do it any other way."

"No, Ron, don't be sorry. I have to know how you feel. I can live with that. But, so you know. I can't live with you doing shit with other guys behind my back. So, I will say that one scenario that has to be done, 'my way', is you and another guy. Say you are on a business trip, and a possibility presents itself, don't do anything without talking to me first. I am not exactly like you, chances are I'll say go ahead, have fun. But you MUST talk to me first."

"OK, Louise. And I'm on a business trip and a woman hits on me?"

"Well, Ron. Don't even think about fucking another woman. If we play with another girl, that's my department to set up, just like you with another guy. OK? I think that's fair. I don't do shit with other guys solo. You don't do anything with another woman on your own. And don't even fucking ask me about it, it's off-limits."

Louise took a pull on her Marlboro, then leaned over and crushed the butt out.

"Ron, I'm getting the feeling we now have an arrangement. That we know our boundaries. I'd like to tell Cara we'll meet up with her and Rudy in about a month. OK? If you are so much against it, it can be Cara on her own. I'm going to see Cara socially before, but no hanky-panky, on that I'm clear."

I nodded.

"One last thing. Ron, early April, I've signed us up for a party in the City. Yes, it's THAT kind of party. I was hoping we could go together, I guess my backup was to go with Cara. It was expensive. Half my commission bonus actually. I have a weblink. Let's look tomorrow. I honestly think we'll have a lot of fun. You'll go with me, right? We'll go together?"

"Sure, Louise. Show me what I'm letting myself in for."

"Tomorrow, OK?"

"Now?"

"OK, Ron. Go and get my laptop."

I headed downstairs to get Louise's laptop.

TO BE CONTINUED