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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Cuckold (MF, humor) by Holly Rennick (jlrennick@yahoo.com) *** A multidisciplinary essay. Hi there, Cindi! *** CUCKOLD: A CO-AUTHORED ESSAY by Holly Rennick and Cindi Barton or CUCKOLD: A LINGUISTIC ASYMMETRY, by Holly Rennick plus CUCKOLD: IF THE MILKMAN DELIVERS AT 9:30, WHY MAKE YOUR BED TWICE? by Cindi Barton AUTHORS' NOTES This literary contribution may seem a bit like ping- pong if our co-authorship is new to you. Actually, this is our fourth publication. Visit Holly's ASSTR website for "Notebook", "Top Tips" and "Oneida" to get a sense of our literary partnership. We offer our insights not as a final analysis, but merely as a point of embarkation for further multi- disciplinary exploration of cuckoldry. [Hey, Cindi Barton, it's I, Holly Rennick here. How does it sound so far?] [Why are you using my last name, Holly? Like I can't see who you are? And why are we talking in brackets?] [It's how they know who's talking, Cindi, like sports commentators doing pre-game inanities. "Hey, Mike Ditka. I'd say that the Cowboy offense is going to have to move the ball if Dallas is going to win this showdown." "I'd simply add, John Madden, that the Bronco's big front line is hoping to stop them!" See how they do it? Plus, over-identifying each other helps our name recognition.] [We're just schoolteachers, Holly Rennick. Start typing.] [OK. Let's start with the dictionary.] AN EXCELLENT START A cuckold (as a noun) is the husband of an unfaithful wife. To cuckold (as a transitive verb) is to make a cuckold of. (If you're picky: imp. & p. p. "cuckolded"; p. pr. & vb. n. "cuckolding", as you would conjugate "fold", not "hold".) [And now Cindi, we grab their attention with a heavy- duty quotation. I was just reading Shakespeare's Coriolanus after dinner and came upon this. Act IV, Scene 5, line 179, if I remember correctly.] "As war, in some sort, may be said to be a ravisher, so it cannot be denied but peace is a great maker of cuckolds." ["Coriolanus", Holly? Shakespeare wrote some clunkers too? Rape the guy's wife in war, but seduce her in peacetime? We just deal with the problems of peace, then, OK?] [That was just to get their attention and use the word "cuckold", Cindi. Now we get a little schoolmarmish.] CUCKOLD IN AMERICAN HERITAGE We thank "American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language" for the following etymology, [Hey, Holly? Cindi Barton here again. Is this about insects?] ["E T Y", not "E N T O", Cindi. It means, "Word history".] "The allusion to the cuckoo on which the word cuckold is based may not be appreciated by those unfamiliar with the nesting habits of certain varieties of this bird. The female of some Old World cuckoos lays its eggs in the nests of other birds, leaving them to be cared for by the resident nesters. This parasitic tendency has given the female bird a figurative reputation for unfaithfulness as well. Hence in Old French we find the word 'cucuault'... used to designate a husband whose wife has wandered afield like the female cuckoo... Middle English 'cokewold'... is first recorded in a work written around 1250." [That's really old, when they invented cockholding, Holly. So we're writing an essay about it?] [There's no "cock" in it, Cindi, and there's no "h". I have a degree in Secondary Education/Language Arts, you recall.] [Oh, I thought its entomology maybe related them together. "Cock" and "hold", like a compound word. You know, like, "I manhandled him."] [Sorry Cindi. The word's from a bird, is all. Just let me handle this, OK?] WORD FORM Shakespeare utilized the term "cuckold" on 43 occasions. As a noun -- "Now sir, who's a cuckold now?" As an adjective -- "I mean not cuckold-mad; but, sure, he is stark mad." As a transitive verb -- "The conclusion shall be crowned with your enjoying her: adieu. You shall have her, Master Brook; Master Brook, you shall cuckold Ford." As an expletive -- "Fie, fie, fie! Cuckold, cuckold, cuckold!" [Hey, Holly? Holly Rennick, I mean. In "Shakespeare in Love" they did it under a blanket. Remember?] [The old play-within-a-play technique, we call it in creative writing, Cindi Barton. Now here's my thesis. Just read while I type and don't interrupt.] ASYMMETRY We have any number of gender-neutral adjectives for perpetuators of infidelity: "adulterous", "cheating", "unfaithful" and so on. For the unfortunate spouse we have "betrayed", "cheated-upon", again appropriate to husband or wife. But, apart from symmetric suffixes, e.g. "adulterer" and "adulteress", we have but one word, "cuckold" that is gender specific. If you've been cuckold, you're a guy and your wife's been in bed with somebody else. Shakespeare ordered it correctly in Henry the Eighth -- "He or she, cuckold or cuckold- maker." The Inuit have a word for every sort of caribou bone. We couldn't care less about elk species. But how many words do they have related to a computer? Language meets needs, that is to say. So why would we have a specific term for the fellow whose wife has carnal acquaintance with another? Why, that is say, is the term "cuckold" asymmetric? Why doesn't the unfortunate wife of an unfaithful male titled in like manner? This is our question. Because males secretly want it to happen to them? "Oh, Hi, Ralph. Glad you could stop by this evening. I've got a big job, so I'm going back to the office for a few hours. Maybe you and Helen can watch a little TV, or something. Hun, you can stay in your nightie. It's just Ralph." Statistics say that suspicious husbands are justified only half the time. Is there some psychological principal about seeing what they want to see? Because women want to classify men according to their own independence? Perhaps. Being cuckold speaks of having a female spouse who's chosen to venture beyond the "and obey" bit. Let's burn them bras, babes! Because a wife having a secret lover so often works out? My best guess. Maybe a social scientist would see cuckoldry as structurally stabilizing, that sort of gobbledygook. The activity's named it because it works. A cuckold spouse can still sell Toyotas, bowl, watch the NFL, etc. while his wife enjoys her orgasm. If she came when she should have been at the PTA meeting, she can still fake one back home. [Hey, Holly?] [Now what, Cindi?] [Is this some big thing to Gloria Steinem or Hillary Clinton or somebody? That we don't get a special word on our side? "Cuckild", I'm thinking. Monica cuckilded Hillary.] [It's about power, I think Good Housekeeping said. Noam Chomsky says that through linguistics we figure complicated stuff out.] [Like globalization, or whatever he was lecturing about on the college station? Just 'cause he's smart doesn't mean he knows everything. I'll bet his real name is "Norm", you think?] [It's all related, "cuckold" and "globalization" from the linguistic paradigm. Hold on, sister, I just have a little more to conclude.] So then, armed with my deconstruction of "cuckold", consider these questions. Guys. Given that, say, one out of five of you are going to be cuckolded, wouldn't you rather it be by a guy she's not going to move in with? Wouldn't you rather she chose a lover who'll treat her well? Well, if you want her to get beat up, you deserve to be a cuckold! Gals. Some of you've done it. Some of you are doing it. Some of you will. We're probably talking about pretty great sex, right? Wouldn't you rather it be with somebody who understands you? Someone who'll always be around? Both of you. If something happens with the birth control, you'd want a baby who genetically fits within the family. So there we are. It happens. We've named it. We own it. [That's my bit. So what do you think, Cindi? How I contextualized it?] [I like that bit about genetics, her being with somebody she's known a long time. Can I write something now, since you promised I could? The readers may need some practical tips.] [Sure, though it's often counterproductive to reword a well-developed thesis. Go ahead.] A FEW TIPS So here's an idea for Army wives. Your hubby's off for six months searching for weapons of mass destruction. He comes home and six months later you have a baby. What you say is that the nurse said he's really a big strapping kid for being a preemie. Or you can say that she said that these ones that are longer term often turn out to be good football players. In science, you see, I teach that gestation (that's what we call it) is not an exact length. It depends. Or a tip about when you go to the NEA Convention and your husband phones you at 2:00 AM and this Assistant Principal you met answers the phone. You say loudly, "Oh, thank you officer for responding so promptly. I thought 911 was how I set my phone to do a wake-up call." Or maybe your spouse finds your pills and he's had the big V already. You say they're not what they're labeled; that's just to expedite them through customs. They're just meth.' Or maybe your kid looks pretty much like the milkman. Your husband maybe wonders. Remind him that the termite exterminator guy is the milkman's brother, so he's probably wrong. Don't tell hubby about ordering "extra fresh cream". Or husbands. Be suspicious if your wife goes to tennis lessons twice a week and always comes back showered and invigorated. Be very suspicious if she takes a squash racket. And guys. So your wife Sylvia had this bridge game last night with her girlfriends. Today Sally makes a big point to you about having chatted with Sylvia. Nancy mentions how she and Sylvia had some good hands. Ruth remarks about how nice Sylvia looked. Marianne laughs about how she and Sylvia messed up a bid. [What you think, Holly? I need to tell the husband how many players sit at a bridge table?] [Probably, Cindi. But we can't just be Agatha Christie. So I got some data.] CUCKOLD BY THE NUMBERS Two German scientists wanted to know if hair color is hereditary determined. In three schools they took some blood of 300 children and examined the DNA. They also took blood from the children's parents. The outcome of the examination shook the scientists. For more than ten percent of the children, the nominal father was not the biological father. [Urban legend, Holly! Like the Germans wonder if hair color is hereditary? Let's just say that some dads may not have the full history. Go on.] Reading USA Today, December 21, 1998 for my research, 24 percent of married men and 14 percent of women have been unfaithful, 28 and 17 by another survey, and 60 and 40 in what looks to be a less-scientific opinion. But always are there fewer promiscuous wives than promiscuous husbands. There are fewer betrayed men than women. So why does this minority get its own adjective? [Hey Holly, you never took statistics, right?] [Education majors have our special course. We have to do grade books and things. Plus, commentators like to report statistics. "Never before in 14 consecutive plays have the Cowboys run for 33 and passed for 13!" So what did you find out?] GOOGLE [In science we call it our literature review. I Googled to "cuckold" and got total crap! A forum on watching your wife getting impregnated by a Mexican, for goodness sakes! It's racist and how'd you know that she was actually impregnated? It takes several weeks to be sure. Anyway, it's empty fantasy for lonely voyeurs. Those pallid writers haven't a clue what it's about.] ["Pallid? How'd you know that word?] ['Cause science majors still read, Holly. Bet you never dissect frogs when you don't have a date.] [Ugh! Well, I think maybe Steve, our new Phys Ed guy, might ask me out. So there!] [You'd like those books about the No 1 Ladies Detective Agency. Really good! Steve's a gay as a tulip, in case you missed his short beard. Anyway, I found some other stuff. Put this in our essay.] Excerpt from Penthouse, August, 1997: "The most common letter we get is from husbands, describing how much they love watching their wives have sex with other men. We know right away we've received one of these letters too, because for all the hot-tub humping, steamy bar scenes and backseat blowjobs they involve, they all seem to start out with those three little words -- 'My beautiful wife'." [Reminds me, Cindi, of how all your date reports start with, "I really hadn't planned on anything, but..." Anyway so what were you discovering about "cuckold"?] [Nothing, really. Actually, I was thinking about writing a little story. Can you do that in an essay?] [It's frowned upon in the better journals. You'd just ramble and loose the reader, but maybe you could say it and I'll write it down. One of my readers said that I'm "laconic"] [Is that good?] [You forgot to add, "Holly Rennick. Is that good, Holly Rennick." Well, he's a very nice fellow, so I'm sure he intended it to be. Just scoot over so I can use the keyboard, honey. You just dictate and I'll edit while I type.] A CUCKOLD'S TALE When Gary and Sondra first had sex, long after they'd started going out, she'd seemed so innocent. In the scope of what most college students did, they were squeaky clean until they couldn't wait any longer. She'd seemed to know what to do, but then they'd made out enough that she'd already made him shoot on her skirt, and, best as he could tell, maybe came a little when he rubbed her. (She'd not come close, she clarified long after; it was damn uncomfortable, him rooting around. They'd laughed.). Many girls break their hymens riding horses, he'd read. He was going to wear a condom, but she said she was already on the pill to make her periods lighter. The bloody bed sheet was an old wives' tale, he'd figured. In retrospect, he could have been more in tune when his betrothed suggested a better brand of condoms. [So, is this what you said so far, Cindi? Maybe a little more cuddly-wuddly to help us identify with the characters?] [Geesh! What I thought I said was that this guy was goo-goo over a broad who fooled him up front. I'll bet that most guys who get cuckolded have their eyes halfway closed. So let me keep going.] For all these years they'd made sweet love. "Sweet" was the term Gary thought, not perhaps as a female might relate the term to something with daisies or childhood dolls, but more in a sense of union. Some weeks maybe they'd enjoy but a single copulation, but then some weekends they'd stay in bed all morning, him mounting her as often as she could make him ready. Gary had friends that casually talked about "fucking" a wife or girlfriend, but he never talked that way. [So what do you think, Holly? Her sleeping around's got to be secret? If she's doing a guy her husband knows about, like her relative where the husband knows about a family tradition, the husband isn't really a cuckold.] [Whatever, Cindi, but this guy's clueless. Let's keep going.] Sondra worked closely with Paul. [Hold it, Cindi. You've made with whom too obvious. Readers like some tension.] Sondra worked with Paul, John, George, Mick, Keith, Elton and many, many others. She worked very closely with Paul. [Just go on, Cindi. Maybe I can insert some filler later. Shouldn't we drop Elton, though?] Once Gary had come home early and Paul's car was parked down the street. Gary had gone back to the office, mentioning nothing to his wife. [Hey, Holly, let me stop here a second. There's this great one about this guy who drives cement truck and he sees this new Corvette parked in his driveway and guesses why and...] [I got it on the Internet too. It's an urban legend.] {Who, us spread an urban legend, Holly? Here's one from Holland, but about Italy. How come urban legends are always about someplace else?] A couple from Milan (he 35, she 30) went to a gynecologist while on vacation in Toscane, an Italian province. The woman had abdominal pains. After a brief physical, the doctor told the husband that the problem was not serious. "But next time, be careful." The pain was caused by a condom left in her vagina. The gynecologist removed the condom and the pain disappeared immediately. Too bad the husband couldn't remember ever having used a condom in his life. [Get it? It's about him being cuckolded -- right, Holly?] [Right. Keep dictating your story, girl.] Once when Gary returned from working a week in Miami, sweet little Diana mentioned Paul coming over to help mommy stay warm. Once Diana went in to their room to tell mommy goodnight and mommy and Paul were playing bouncy-bouncy. [Er, Cindi. Who's Diana?] [Oh, yeah. Gary and Sondra's kid. Splitting image of Sondra. Work it in earlier, will you. So do say that Princess Di and her Royal Horse Trainer or whoever cuckolded Prince Charles and Charles and what's-her- name cuckolded what's-her-name's husband who had but one wife to give for his country, but when that sheik got Di pregnant and then had her killed, that one didn't count because Di and Charles were already split? Can you believe that Charles told what's-her-name that he wanted to be her tampon?] [Probably. They speculate that House of Windsor is dull because of intermarriage, but it must be something else. But essays need to stay on the topic. So what happens next?] Once when Sondra had been to a fashion show, the St. Louis hotel receipt Gary came across showed that it was booked in Paul's name. [Is Sondra a model or something?] [A designer. Models are too hung up staying anorexic to have good sex. Me, sure I've got small boobs, but I eat everything.] It was the Thanksgiving when Paul stayed the night, due to the ice storm. They'd chatted till late and Gary had bid the two goodnight and gone to bed. Perhaps 30 minutes later, the door opened and Sondra's silhouette looked in. She stepped back into the hall, pulling the door behind, holding the latch from clicking. Through the window, Gary could see the light from the living room reflected off the hedge. A few minutes later, that room grew dark. Gary waited for Sondra to return from whatever task she'd remembered, but knew that she was in the guest room. Was she already naked, playing a game so long practiced? Was Paul knelt between her legs, one hand guiding, the other already on her breast? Were their hips rising and falling together? She would climax the way that was hers, with little gasps and then bite her lower lip. [Nice, Cindi. Much better than I'd put it.] [It's all in the details. So here's the rest.] The thought of Sondra in orgasm made Gary erect, alone in their bed. It shouldn't, but it did. Replaying in his mind his own response to foreplay, he stroked himself as if he were she. He stroked again. And, lost in the wonder of it, again. Gary masturbated to the squeak of guest room bedsprings only imagined. When he came, he almost thought he was in his wife. [Hey, Holly? My little ideas plus how you use that thesaurus -dot-com! Umm, maybe I'll take a break and slip out for a few minutes. Won't take long.] [Cindi, you got a date this weekend and Aaron staying after school to work on his science fair model volcano. You can wait. Just keep telling.] When Sondra slipped into bed some half-hour later, Gary feigned sleep. What could he say? He lay stiffly as she snuggled against him, not realizing until it was too late her knee over his thighs felt the wet sloppiness on his pajamas. She too froze. When she saw that his eyes were open, she pulled back. "Oh, God, Gary! You were awake!" He didn't answer. She moved toward him, but he'd turned his back. "With you here..." She didn't need to finish, but she did, "And you were alone." He didn't reply. "It was because of me, not Paul. You know that." [Hey, Holly, here I am getting all blubbery over a story I'm just making up!] She cradled him and he could feel the sobs against his back. She told all. It was Paul who'd taken her virginity. What could she do after so many years, so many times, but to continue? Maybe that's why Paul had never married. Like Gary, he'd been captured. "I've never been with Paul on this bed, never where I sleep with you." she'd stated, as if to say that their marital relation was special. She phrased her intimacy with Paul as "being with." Gary knew that it was love too, but perhaps somewhat of a different intensity. She knew that Gary could divorce her, end up with Diana for what she'd done. She deserved it. It wasn't a play for sympathy; it was just her reality. Gary bathed her and made the sweetest love he could. She'd clung. Sondra had been discreet, not wantonly deceitful. She'd slipped up. She probably just needed more sex, Gary admitted. Women often do, he'd read. Not a few of his friends knew their wives cheated with near strangers, "a fling". Their husbands fucked around on them too, so maybe it was even. They, some of them anyway, stayed together. Maybe just for a regular partner, Gary wondered, but maybe they too still shared love. [Great, Cindi. We got a winner! See where I put "discreet"? I could have used "discrete"... I didn't think you'd get it; you have to be a writer. So just tell me how it ends up.] Gary and Sondra loved each other, had a child to raise together. Gary knew that Sondra shared nothing but her best with him. Even the Thanksgiving she'd had sex with Paul where he could have crept and listened, he'd loved her. And about Diana? Some test done to see if their baby was his. Sondra said she was. But he never asked for Diana to be checked. Even if Sondra were wrong, Diana was his daughter. And Sondra needed the extra love. [Hold it, Cindi. We need to end this thing with a little wallop.] [No problemo, Holly.] It wasn't so much that Gary was sharing his wife with Paul; it was perhaps more as if he'd been invited into something that had started long before. He'd never confronted Paul. What good would that do? Paul's being unaware that Gary knew made it easier for Gary relate to him as just his brother-in-law. [Hey, Holly? Get it? Paul was Sondra's brother! Like when they were kids, they'd been at grandma's and it was really cold up where they were sleeping. I can add a chapter at the front of my story.] [Too much work, Cindi. Just Google to "incest" and "grandma's house" and copy the text and I'll Edit/Replace the names to Sondra and Paul. We call throwing in new information at the end, "deus ex machina". It's a pretty cheap literary trick.] [Or, Holly, you could Edit/Replace Paul to Pablo and send our essay to that Mexican forum to discuss. But they probably wouldn't want your linguistic bit unless you make is Spanish.] [Maybe not. Anyway, for your kind of story, Shakespeare sort of covered why it's all's well that ends well.] If I be his cuckold, he's my drudge. He that comforts my wife is the cherisher of my flesh and blood; he that cherishes my flesh and blood loves my flesh and blood; he that loves my flesh and blood is my friend: ergo, he that kisses my wife is my friend. (Act I, Scene 3, Line 21) [Deep stuff there, Holly!] SING ALONG [So Holly! Maybe we could sing that song, the one we like to do on road trips. We'll append an MP3 to our essay. I love the last verse.] Now I came home the other night, drunk as I could be. Found a head on the pillow where my head ought to be. Oh, come my wife, my pretty little wife, explain this thing to me. Why's that head on the pillow where my head ought to be? You blind fool, you drunken fool, can't you plainly see? That is just a melon my granny sent to me. I've traveled this wide world over, a hundred miles or more. But a mustache on a melon I never did see before. [Actually, Cindi, the last verse is about a head on a carrot. But we'd be breaking the copyright law. I took "Professionalism in Education".] JOKES OVER THE AGES [Oops, I think I forgot to tell them, Cindi, this really old joke from "Tales and Quick Answers of the Jealous Man", 1535.] A man that was right jealous on his wife, dreamed on a night as he lay abed with her & slept, that the Devil appeared unto him and said: Wouldst thou not be glad, that I should put thee in surety of thy wife? Yes, said he. Hold, said the Devil, as long as thou hast this ring upon thy finger, no man shall make thee cuckold. The man was glad thereof, and when he awaked, he found his finger in his wife's arse. [Maybe it's funnier if you wear a dress where your boobs about fall out like the girls back then, Holly. Here's something that's more up to data.] The gigolo was brought to the stand, accused of sleeping with the plaintiff's wife. The judge asked, "This man claims that you seduced his wife. Are you guilty?" To which the accused replied, "I don't know, I haven't heard all the evidence yet." [From the Internet, Cindi, right? In almost 500 years, you'd think that they'd have gotten better.] [Maybe there's a joke about cuckolds changing a light bulb, I wonder?] HORNS [Well Cindi, here's something you didn't know.] In a group photograph, some wag always holds V's two fingers behind somebody's head. This is based on an old, old tradition having to do with the horned one being a cuckold. As Shakespeare put it, "Like an old cuckold, with horns on his head." [Boy, Holly. That guy wrote so many things! "West Side Story" and "Love Story" I really liked.] [Those were remakes.] [Same difference. It was so sad how Ali MacGraw died at the end, didn't you think? They should have changed the ending to make it more modern.] A BIG PROBLEM [Wait! We've got a big problem, it just occurred to me, Holly berry. We have no knowledge here!] [American Heritage is really a good dictionary. And you're really good at Googling.] [Sure, but let's face it. We're two single females. We can't be in a cuckold story 'cause it's a married couple plus another male. We'd do better with the word for seducing mid-school boys, so the reader doesn't catch that we're just providing filler. Like those sports commentators.] [Older young males, we should call our students. In British schools, maybe they'd call it giving their "practicals". We could still write about cuckolding from the perspective of voyeurs, though.] [Like being on a voyage on a cruise ship? Might work. Hey, Holly, dibs on the first mate! Get it?] [Rats! Publishing an essay is extremely important in the career of an emerging author. Especially an essay about Shakespeare.] [Like a science graduate maybe inventing a great chemical. I did have this idea a new kina of Viagra, but District won't let us have mercury in the chem lab. We have to test things in science.] SOLUTION [So Cindi, I was thinking. We change our essay to contextualize why District watches the male faculty like hawks. The guys darn near can't have doors on their classrooms any more. And little old us? I'm showing Jeremy Zimmerman how to work the stage lights for our "Peter Rabbit" production and already I've got him to touch my bra.] [You can use my science supply room. There's a cot in case somebody faints from messing up the sulfur experiment. The you-know-whats are where the shelf's labeled "R".] [So there's no way, even, that anybody's getting cuckold with us, right? Linguistic impossibility!] [If your dictionary is right about the cuckoo bird, anyway, we can't do it. If cuckold's somehow a compound word like I said, though, maybe you do it to Jeremy Zimmerman while he's figuring out your hooks, Holly.] [Possibly. Winning really depends on strategy these days, don't you think, Cindi Barton? [Yes, Holly Rennick. I'd only want to add that in the game's final minutes, execution's so very important.] THE END Holly on the Web Wherever you found this story on the web, thank you to the server. My problem is that I've no systematic way to update the various servers. As literary errors (or just poor word usages) are made known to me, I'll repair that which is salvageable on http://www.asstr.org/~Holly_Rennick/. My website's not much graphically, I admit, but HTML isn't my native language. You can contact me via the site's message form, that HTML code by the smart people at ASSTR. I won't be changing the story significantly, so if you didn't like it before, that much will remain the same. But if you did like it, an update may read a bit more cleanly. Holly ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 27