The Jewel Job
“Well good evening Miss Blackwood - I trust your shopping trip was successful?”
Karen nodded as she walked up to the reception desk, putting her bags down on the floor as she did so. The Ritz was quite as a number of people headed out for the evening.
“Very successful, thank you, although there seemed to have been some sort of problem at the Arcade you recommended. Police cars had sealed off both exits, and they seemed to be checking all the men. Has there been a problem?”
The receptionist frowned. “Well, we did hear sirens, but I am not aware of any particular problem. I trust you were not too incommoded?”
“No - they waved me through,” Karen said as she checked her pockets, “although I can’t seem to find my card key. Would it be possible to get another one?”
“Of course,” the receptionist said as she typed on the computer in front of her. “May I ask what your plans are for the evening?”
“An early night I’m afraid - I have a seven o’clock meeting tomorrow, and I will be heading straight for the airport from there. Could you possibly arrange for my bags to be taken to the airport and for me to be checked in.”
“Of course, Mrs Blackwood - if you will leave me your flight details, we will ensure that is all taken care of. And what of your purchases?”
“Can you have them sent to my home address?”
“Of course - we will have them couriered there within the hour. IF you will pass them over to me?” Karen handed the four bags over to the receptionist. “Have a pleasant evening, Mrs Blackwood - your bill will be forwarded to you automatically.”
I walked into the hotel and headed to the bar - I needed a stiff drink after what had just happened. How the fuck was I meant to know they had a second silent alarm? I did everything right - locked the door, threatened the two women, trussed them up like turkeys and wrapped tape round their mouths and eyes, then put the most valuable jewels in one of their own bags. I even pulled the blinds down and locked the door behind me and removed the mask before I left, and what did I see as soon as I turned?
The bloody police - sealed off the arcade at both ends and searching everyone who was leaving. I had to think fast, and that’s when I saw her coming-out of the exclusive shoe shop.
She was small - just over five foot, and petite, but she knew how to walk in heels and more importantly, she had her purse out. I bumped into her, accidentally of course and caught her purse as she dropped it. She started looking round, as I quickly opened it and took out a hotel pass card.
A very exclusive one as well - her name and room number printed on it. I handed her back her purse, apologised and then followed her to the exit. The police were checking all the men, so I took up a position behind her and very carefully slipped my own bag into one of hers.
The plods waved her through, and I watched as they stopped and searched me. I was in no hurry - she had spoken to them to say thank you in a Canuck accent, so I figure she was heading straight back to her hotel. I had time to walk there, time to find my car and park it in the car park and take the lift up -all the time in the world.
“No Derrick I’m fine - one more meeting tomorrow, I’ll be on the plane by five, and home by about ten your time.”
Karen sat on the couch and laughed as she talked into her phone.
“Yeah, I miss you too, and I can’t wait to see you. I may be exhausted, but I’ll be up for a little fun.
“Love you too - bye!”
Karen put her phone down on the table and returned to her bedroom, looking at the few clothes that remained to be packed. She selected the outfit she was planning to wear tomorrow and laid it out on the bed. The grey coat dress, with brass buttons and black details, a white camisole top, black bra, new dark hose and her black shoes - all present and correct.
She turned back to her cases and started to pack away the rest of her outfit. “Get this done, a hot bath, and then room service,” she said to herself as she carried on...
She’s had enough time - I drain my glass and walk to the lift, patting my pocket as I do so. Nobody gives me a second look - why would they, I’m just an ordinary Joe.
The lift takes me straight up to the Executive suite, courtesy of the room key, and I make my way quietly down the corridor. There it is - and the card still works, as I slide it through the lock and hear a click. Reaching into my pocket, I push the handle down and walk straight in.
As Karen turned at the sound of the door opening, she vaguely recognised the man who walked in - but her attention was focused solely on the gun he had in his gloved hand.
“Sit down, hands on your head and shut the fuck up,” he snarled as he pushed Karen down on the bed. “Where are they?”
“Whh.... Where are what, and who the hell are you,” she stammered as she looks at him. It was him - the same man who had picked her purse up in the arcade, but he wasn’t smiling this time.
“Did I say you could talk,” was his only response as he grabbed Karen’s mouth and squeezed hard, her mouth distorting under his grip. “Where are the shopping bags you had earlier - just tell me and I’ll go.”
Karen gulped before saying “They... They’re downstairs. I asked the receptionist to send them on by courier to my home tonight.”
“You did WHAT!!!!” He grabbed the phone and held the receiver to Karen’s ear, his gun pressed or the other side as he said “You’d better pray they’re still there - talk to them.”
Karen gulped again as the phone rang. “Oh.. Hello. This is Mrs Blackwood in room 1310. I asked if some bags could be packaged and couriered to my home earlier tonight. Can you tell me if they have gone yet?”
She glance dot her side as the colour drained from her face. “I see. All right, thank you.”
“They left ten minutes ago - why do you want them anyway? Are you some sort of shoe freak?”
“No, you stupid woman,” he snarled as he stepped back. “I’m the guy who stole fifty thousand pounds worth of gems and stuck them in your bag!! Where the hell is your home anyway?”
“Jesus Christ,” he said as he looked at her passport, then at the clothes. “Packing already?”
Wendy started crying as she said “Yes- I leave straight from a meeting tomorrow - why?”
“No you don’t,” he finally said as he grabbed Karen by the arm and forced her up. “Strip.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Listen to me bitch - you’re going to take those clothes off, pack them, close your cases and then put on that outfit you have on the bed. Don’t even think of calling for help, or I’ll shut you up right here, right now, OK?”
“OK,” Karen said quietly as she looked at the gun, then into his wild eyes. She slowly started to unbutton her blouse and remove it, then her skirt, as he let go and watched every move that she made.
As she stripped off her hose, he smiled and said “You go commando - I like that. Now go to the bathroom and get your stuff - I want it all packed in.”
He watched as the now naked Karen went into the bathroom, moving to watch her through the doorway as she packed her cosmetics and toiletries. “What are you going to do to me," she said as she carried her bags back in.
“You’ll see,” he said as she packed the last few items in and closed her case. She then picked u her new hose, opening the packet and allowing it to shake loose before she pulled it over her legs, then slipped her bra on and made sure the cups were sitting properly. He licked his lips as he watched her put on her slip, dress and shoes.
“Put your stuff in your handbag,” he said as he reached into his pocket, “then turn around.”
“What are you going to do with me," Karen asked again as she put her passport and other items into a large black clutch bag, then looked directly at him.
“Do you have a fucking death wish or something - turn round!” Karen slowly turned, and winced as he pulled her hands behind her back and crossed her wrists. The sleeves of her dress came to just above her elbow, so it was her bare flesh she felt the rope rubbing against as he bound them tightly together.
“You’re hurting me,” she cried out as he pulled the rope between her arms. “I’ll a lot worse if you don’t shut up,” he said as he picked up her handbag and placed it over her shoulder. “Right,” he said as he pushed Karen forward, “Walk with me, nice and naturally, and don’t say a fucking word.”
“Where are we going,” Karen whispered as he opened the door, looked from side to side and dragged her out with him.
“I need you to do something for me, and you will do it,” was all he said as he dragged Karen to the lift, pushing her in and closing the doors as he pressed the down and Basement button simultaneously. “Old trick - press both and it goes all the way without stopping,” he said as he stood next to Karen. Looking at her, he stroked her cheek with the barrel of his gun.
“Perhaps we can have some fun later,” he sneered as the doors opened and he dragged Karen to a nearby car. Popping the boot, he sat Karen on the sill and pulled out a rag and a roll of clear tape.
“Oh god,” Karen whispered as he tore three strips of tape off the roll and fixed them to his sleeve, “Please dontmmmdfmmmsdfmg”
“Shut your cakehole” was all he said as he stuffed the rag into her mouth, the taste making Karen want to retch, but before she had a chance he had covered her lips and jaw with the tape, sealing it in tightly.
“In you go,” he said as he pushed Karen into the boot, shutting the lid down on her and leaving her in darkness as she felt the car set off.
Karen blinked as the boot was opened and a bright light flashed in her eyes. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” she moaned as she tried to see where she was. She heard the man who had captured her say “Out” as her arm was grabbed and she was force dot sit up, then swing her legs out and stand on what she now realised was a gravel area - some sort of car park in a wood.
She felt the gun press against her head as he said “Not a peep, understand?” Karen nodded ad she felt a light breeze up her dress and on her bare arms.
“Beautiful night, isn't it,” he said as he dragged Karen round to the side of the car, calling out “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” as he did so. “A night for romance, with the stars shining down upon us,” he continued as he moved Karen’s head to look into her eyes. She shook her head as she heard what he was saying, as he continued “and total privacy - nobody around for miles.”
He pushed her away from the car and walked behind Karen, reaching round and squeezing her breasts with his hands. Her eyes opened wide at this, as she screamed out “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” in response.
“What do you think, bitch - isn't it a special night?”
Karen shook her head from side to side, scared to death as she felt him reach round and knead her breasts.
“Oh come on,” he said as tears came to her eyes, “are you sure? Suppose I was to take you here, would anyone ever know? Well, we would, but I would never forget ” Karen shook her head violently as she heard this, only to look into the distance as she saw headlamps appearing.
“Fuck,” she heard him say as the passenger door opened in the car. “Get in,” he said as he pushed Karen towards the open door, waiting as she sat down before lifting her legs and slamming the door shut on her, the smoked windows hiding her from view as he walked round to the other side of the car.
“Comfy,” he said as he sat in the driver’s seat, looking at Karen as he ran the barrel of the gun down her chest. She stared back at him, her eyes wide as he moved the barrel down inside her dress, but to her relief she saw a flashing blue light in the rear view mirror.
“Don’t move or say anything,” he said as he put the gun inside his jacket pocket and got out of the car. Karen sat there, listening to the conversation outside and wondering if she dared try to raise the alarm.
“Good evening Constable, is there something wrong.?”
“May I ask what you are doing here, sir?”
Karen looked through the window, wondering if she could scream, but realising that if she did so he would shoot the policeman. She sat still instead, waiting to see what would happen and letting out the occasional muted call.
“Just enjoying the evening light with my friend, constable - is that a problem? “
“A little old to be going dogging, aren’t you sir?”
“Now, come on, mate - we're both... “
“I'm not your mate sir, and this is a public park. We don’t need what you’re up to here going on here, if you know what I mean. If you're going to shag your lady there, do it in the comfort of your own bedroom - don't try fucking her out here.”
Karen saw him look in her direction, as she loudly said “MMMMMMMMMMMMMm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”
“Sounds like you've got a live one there, anyway.”
“Oh yes, can’t wait to get started. She's hot and ready for a good rogering.”
“Well, as I say sir, try to curb your feelings until you get home. Good night, sir.”
“Good night, constable” Karen heard him say as he opened the door and climbed into the car. She stared at him, hoping he would know she was an unwilling victim, but he just smiled as he turned round and walked away. He closed the door and stared at Karen.
“Mind you, you do look like a bitch in heat,” he said as he stroked her cheek with the barrel of the gun, provoking a response of “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” as she pulled her head away from the gun. He smiled as he took it down her chest, and then along her legs as she sat there.
“mkmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she said as she watched him move the bottom of her dress to the side with the gun, and placed his hand between her legs, making her call out again “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”
He put her hand between her legs, saying “Maybe I should have a little fun now, what do you say?” Karen shook her head, as she said “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, looking over her shoulder as the blue light receded into the distance.
“Oh I don’t know,” he said as he removed his hand and left the gun on the dashboard, “I think you may just be in the mood for this.” He turned her head roughly to look into her eyes, before kissing her on the neck, Karen calling out “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” as he kneaded her breasts, her nipples hardening as he continued to kiss her neck.
He put her hand on her cheeks and kissed her on the tape covered lips, Karen moaning “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” in response as she kicked her legs up and down.
“Stop kicking or I'll tie them down as well," he said as he moved his hands back over her chest, and Karen could see the pure hate that lit up his eyes. She looked frantically in the rear view mirror, praying for the return of the headlights, any headlights, but there was no relief.
“Do you think I'm scared of that, you little whore?” he sneered as he pulled her face and looked into her eyes again, hearing her go “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” as she stared back.
“The only reason you’re alive is because I need you to be - understand? Now play nice, or I hurt you.” She watched him put the gun away and start the car again, saying “Let's go,” as he strapped himself in and headed off.
They drove for about an hour before he pulled up outside a farmhouse, Karen watching as he jumped out of the car and opened the passenger door, pulling her out as he dragged her into the building. She called out “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” as she was walked down a corridor and into some sort of living room, him saying “Sit there bitch” as he pushed her towards a grey couch. She walked forward, sitting on the arm of the couch as he grabbed a pen and a piece of paper, writing furiously as she tried to move her wrists. She watched as he scribbled, then took a roll of blue tape and tore three long strips off, putting them on the sleeves of his jacket before he walked up to her.
“Right slut,” he finally said, “I need you to send a message to your husband. Let's use your phone, shall we?” Karen watched him as he picked up her handbag, which he had carried in with her, and took out her phone, switching it on and dialling the last number called. He reached up and yanked the clear tape away from her mouth, pulling out the foul tasting rag as he said “Just read what’s on here, all right?”
“A.... All right,” Karen whispered as he put the phone next to her ear.
“Hey my sexy bitch - just had to hear my voice didn’t you?”
“Derrick,” Karen said as she looked at her captor, “listen very carefully. I have been kidnapped - there is a man who has a gun and he is holding me hostage.”
“Don’t interrupt Derrick. I am bound very tightly and he is pointing the gun at me right now. Tomorrow you are going to get that package I told you about earlier this evening, in the package there is a bag with jewellery in it. You are to take the jewellery right back to fed ex and ship it to Burnham, Woodcock Cottage, Much binding in the Marsh, UK
“When he gets his shipment I will be released to Scotland Yard, but if you don’t do exactly what he says, if he doesn’t receive the jewellery or you call the cops he won’t kill me. He is going to rape me then sell me to a man who supplies white women to Asian brothels where I will never be found and if I am I will be ruined and full of STDs and probably AIDS, I have to go he is going to gag me again he may want to speak to you.”
She watched as he moved the phone away and pushed the cloth back into her mouth, before slapping the blue gag over her mouth, making her wince as he stuck it firmly down. She said “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” as he smiled and put the phone to his own ear.
“I hope you love your wife, Derrick, because you must do what she just said.”
“Look I will do it but if you hurt her I promise you I will find you and kill you. I am not rich but I have a very special skill set that deals with people like you.”
“Oh, I'm scared. Let's see what your wife thinks,” he said as he pulled Karen’s skirt up and put his hand between her legs as she sat there, stroking her gently.
“I hope you heard that, Derrick.”
“YOU BA...” Karen watched as he turned the phone off, then removed the battery and threw both to the other side of the room.
“I think he really does love you, bitch,” he said as he picked up a length of rope and knelt in front of her, pulling her ankles together before winding the rope around them and pulling them together with a strong tug. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” Karen said as the rope bit into her ankles, making her raise them suddenly.
“If you kick me, you’re dead,” he said as he looked up at her, and then continued to tie her ankles together. Karen looked forward, moaning “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” as she felt the rough cords around and between her legs, then as he ran his hands up her legs she complained even more, saying “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” as he ran his hands under her skirt.
“Get on your feet,” he said as he pulled Karen up, his hands running up and down her arms as he stood behind her, then pushed down on her shoulders, saying “Get on the floor, whore” as he did so. Karen went down in as a graceful way as she could, saying “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” as he sat beside her and moved her skirt to the side, running his hands up and down her hose covered legs as he did so.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she moaned as she closed her eyes, listening to her captor say “Your legs are lovely and firm, bitch,” as he took another length of rope and tied her legs together below her knees.
As she felt her legs been pulled together, Karen opened her eyes and said “madfmasdmfmasdmfasmdf,,” desperately wanting him to stop, but it only seemed to encourage him more as he pushed her skirt back and said “Let's see just how warm you are.”
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM,” Karen called out as she looked at him, feeling up her legs as his hands moved under her skirt again. “Mmmmmmmmm,” she continued as she realised that she was somehow getting turned on by this as well - it had been 11 days, and she was feeling horney.
“how long has it been, bitch?” As he moved his hands up between her legs, Karen could not stop herself from saying “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.” He could see her eyes had glossed over, and she was beginning to respond in kind.
“You look a bit warm there, let me cool you off a bit,” he said as he looked at Karen and started to open her dress. She shook her head, saying “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” as she looked up at him and kicked her shoes off. This didn’t dissuade him, as he pulled her dress open at the front while Karen looked down.
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” she screamed as he exposed her slip, putting his hands on her breasts and roughly kneading them as she moved her head back. Karen fell over onto her side as he continued to grope her, trying desperately to get out of his reach, but it was no good - he just moved with her and kissed her on her neck again as she moaned in both pleasure and fear.
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” Karen called out as he sat her back up again, leaning her against the couch as he slowly pulled down the straps of her slip and moved it down, exposing her breasts as he did so. He leaned over and kissed the top of them, making Karen go “MMMDmdmgmfmdmfmgmplslsstattpppp” at the sensation.”
“It's been a while, hasn’t it you little bitch,” he said as Karen looked at him. She could not deny it, slowly nodding as he looked at her sitting there. She rested her head on the side of the couch as he pulled her dress down her arms, before reaching down and unhooking her bra at the front, allowing her breasts to fall out as the flimsy black material fell to the sides.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM,” she moaned loudly as he looked down and kissed her nipples, the hardness increasing exponentially as he sucked on them. Karen’s eyes opened wide as she saw him standing there, trying to struggle but the ropes were holding her too tightly as she said “MMMMMMMMMMMM” in her gag again as he kissed her nipples.
He felt between her legs and smiled as he said “You're enjoying this, aren’t you whore,” while his hand stroked her crotch. Karen could not deny the feelings running through her as she looked at him and said “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.” She tried to turn away as he leaned down, but was unable to stop him kissing her taped lips as he continued to massage her crotch, and she felt familiar warmth start to spread down there as well.
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she said with her eyes closed, but when she heard a zip been pulled down she opened them again, saying “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” and shaking her head as she saw him standing there with his trousers down, his already engorged cock hanging between his legs.
He reached down and yanked the tape away from her mouth, before pulling the now soaking cloth out as well. “Please don’t dmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” she pleaded as he forced his cock into her mouth, holding her head as she started to suck on it, moving it in and out, in and out as her tongue caressed the base of it.
“That's right, bitch, you suck on this,” he said as he held her head in his hands and forced her to suck even harder, her tongue swirling round it as he felt her licking on it as the pressure increased.
“Uhhhhh,” she heard him say as he kept her head in his hands, pushing forward himself now so that she could feel the tip of his member against the back of her throat. He then grabbed her hair and thrust himself forward, moving rhythmically as Karen found herself unable to cry out even in pain.
“You like this, don’t you you little whore,” he screamed as he kept pushing forward, holding firmly to Karen as she was forced to feel his cock engorging in her mouth, pressing against her throat as she said “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”
“Take it all in, bitch, the whole fucking package,” he said as he pressed onwards, until with a sudden rush Karen felt him exploding into her, forcing her to swallow again and again as the warn sticky fluid flew out of him. She wanted to retch, but she had no choice but to continue to take it all in, her head in his hands until finally he let go and she coughed, looking down on the floor.
“You... You didn’t have to do that,” she said as he looked up at him.
“No, but I wanted to,” he said as picked up a discarded pair of panties. “The last bitch I had here left these,” he said as he scrunched them up, “Now you can taste them.”
“No, plesaannndfnfdnnangnndsgng,” Karen moaned as he pushed the panties in, and then replaced the blue tape over her mouth. He picked up another length of rope as he watched her sitting there, before making her lean forward and using it to pull her arms tightly against her chest, the rope going round and under her breasts as he yanked tightly with each pass, forcing them up and out as she groaned even more
“On your knees, bitch!”
Karen looked at him standing there, his cock enlarging again, before he roughly made her turn over and kneel on the floor, forcing her head down as he did so. She felt his hands coming round again, playing with her nipples as they began to harden again.
“MDmmmdsmmmadgagpppllsdsdladfsffsdfltptptp,” she moaned as his hands went down again between her legs, and then raised her head as if an electric shock had passed through it as she felt his fingers stroking the lips of her vagina again.
“You really are gagging for it, whore,” he said as she felt the material at her crotch give way as the tinkle of a knife falling on the floor followed. Now she could feel his fingers inside her, massaging her as she began to buck her body in response to his touch.
“You love this, don’t you,” he whispered in her ear as he knelt behind her, and Karen wondered what he was going to do next. She found out quickly, as her eyes bulged at the sensation of him forcing himself into her anus.
“MMSMAMMDSFAMAFMMMMMMMMMM” she called out, not just at the surprise, but at the burning that suddenly flared up between her legs as she felt him forcing his way in. As she felt his pelvis push up against her, she moaned and closed her eyes, her resistance crumbling as she felt him enlarging again and felt the flow start between her own legs.
The assault continued unabated, her body moving in union with his as she felt herself aching, yearning, and heard herself screaming “FRSSGDDSSSKSKSKKFKKKMMMNWWWWWW!” She didn’t want this, not this way, but my god it felt so exciting as he thrust forward and she bucked, each time the warmth growing ever stronger, each time her screams getting louder and louder even through the gag until she felt as if she could not take it anymore, and a fire exploded in her own crotch, fuelled rather than quenched by the fluid that was now flowing freely both between her legs and inside her anus.
As she felt him withdraw, Karen bent her head, a spent force and unable to do anything further. She panted through her gag as she felt the rope been run between her ankles and up around her chest ropes, her eyes closing as she was pushed over onto her side.
“You are one wonderful little fuck,” he said as he pulled up his trousers and looked at her, “It’s almost going to be a pity to kil...”
Karen heard him been stopped in mid-sentence, and opened her eyes again, wondering what had happened. She saw a pair of heavy combat boots appear before her, and as she looked up she saw a black clad man with a mask over his face looking down on you.
“Mrs Blackwood,” the figure said, and Karen slowly nodded. “I’m really sorry we couldn’t get here sooner,” he said as he helped her to sit up, “but your husband’s message took a while to be recognised as genuine.”
As he peeled the tape away and gently removed the cloth, Karen looked up and said “Derrick? Oh thank god, but how did you find me?”
“GPS - this idiot didn’t even realise we could track his phone.” He untied Karen and helped her to stand up, as she saw her captor been forced to kneel by two heavily armed men.
“Be assured he will be dealt with, but we have an ambulance outside for you.”
“One moment,” Karen said as she stood in front of her rapist, his eyes shingling as he looked up at her. “You were a great whore,” he said as he smiled, then groaned as Karen’s toes connected with his crotch.
“I didn’t see that,” her escort said to the two men, “did you?”
“No sir,” they replied in unison.
“Never fuck with special forces - or their families,” Karen said before she allowed herself to be escorted to the waiting ambulance.