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(MMF, exh, oral, anal, rom) *** CHAPTER 1 I still don't know whether I'm grateful, angry, confused, fulfilled, relieved, and the list goes on and on. Maybe you can write back to me and give me some feedback to help me sort out my feelings. In the meantime, here is how it all began: I was unhappily married to Mike, an attorney who was quickly moving towards his goal of full partner. We met as seniors while at Berkeley and Mike went on to law school and I completed my Masters in Art History with a concentration in the history of costume design. When we began our relationship and even throughout Mike's law school and my grad school, we had many friends; dinner parties, tennis club and country (golf) club engagements, and generally a very active social calendar. Mike just loved golf and we joined the country club when Mike was in law school because he thought it would be good for him to meet, greet and entertain friends and potential new clients when he began his practice as an attorney. Both of our families were more then comfortable so there was always enough money and neither of us had to struggle or work our way through... to this day I don't know whether that was a blessing or a curse. At any rate, we married when we both finished Grad school. Mike was recruited straight out of law school by a prominent Bay Area law firm (with a little help from his family) and became an associate when he passed the Bar on his first try. Everyone was elated. Although Mike was never a great lover from the outset, I truly cared for him and was willing to overlook some minor incompatibilities because all other aspects of our relationship seemed to mesh so well. Our families even got along and both sides approved of the union which meant a great deal to me. As time went on, I volunteered with a local amateur theater company, consulting on costume design to occupy my ever increasing loneliness. Mike was putting in nearly 80 hours a week and sometimes slept over at the office. I understood and tried to be as supportive as I was able to muster, but I must admit that was a poor actress and didn't hide my feelings well. I felt abandoned and said so... mistake #1. No, I was not willing to get pregnant so that my time would be occupied... mistake #2. Nor was I willing to become a lonely sole parent with a workaholic husband who didn't know his own child. I tried the ladies who lunch social scene, along with memberships in all the prominent clubs and joined many fund raising committees... and I loathed every moment of it. Most of the women on that circuit were blue haired old biddies who plaintively cackled about their incompetent household help and the concerns regarding to whom they would leave their amassed estates. I hated it. So I confided in an acquaintance from the theatre company who appeared 'normal' to me. Valerie, that was her name, had a friend who owned a fashion company and he needed an executive assistant with a fine arts background. Valerie was probably near my age (27) and was obviously well educated. She and I were quite similar in our appearance, both about 5'9", both blond, both shapely and both athletic. I'm sure we could have shared our wardrobe if we had similar taste. I wore a size 4 dress to cover my 34C's and 37 ½" hips and I don't really know exactly what my waist measured but I was slim and fit from playing tennis almost daily now. Although I was quite demure in my approach to my attire when acting the role of socialite, I was one or two notches below blatantly sexy yet always sophisticated when I attended the theatre company. Not only did I enjoy feeling sexy, but the stolen glances and at times, latent stares, lubed my libido; not to mention the positive feedback from my confidant, Valerie. And so it was that Valerie called her associate on her cell and made a comfortable luncheon appointment for the three of us this very day. I did ask Valerie how she knew Mr. Benjamin, but somehow we were distracted and never did come back to that topic. "Mr. Benjamin, I'd like to present my friend Anjou LaTourette" as Valerie and I rose to greet Mr. Benjamin I wondered why she was so formal in her introduction. Br. Benjamin was probably in his mid to late 50's with well groomed grey temples and mostly salt and pepper hair on top with little hair loss. He appeared to be a healthy, fit gentleman of about 6'2", and well tanned with a swarthy complexion. He was not handsome but was boldly striking; it was evident he was the boss before he ever spoke. Yet, when we sat down to get to know one another; he also, strangely at the same time despite his deep basso profundo voice, appeared to be boyish. I do know one thing for certain, I was glad I put my panties on today because my garter alone would not have been proper; I was wet between my legs. How strange, I thought... I was 27 and this gentleman was in his 50's... the old enough to be my father cliché... and I was turned on; well, no matter. Ultimately I consented to a three month assignment with the agreement that if the assignment worked out and we were both comfortable with one another and satisfied with our working relationship, that we would re- negotiate and make this a more permanent arrangement. And we were, and we did and I joined the executive staff as Senior Director of Art History. The company was much larger then I thought and had several divisions. I became impressed with Mr. Benjamin's ability to appear so personable and present with each and every individual he encountered. He certainly made me feel as though he cared that I worked for him, in his organization. And then the divorce came. Michael sat me down. Although he still loved me, he was not willing to alter his work goals; he wanted children. He had a girlfriend. He offered me a check for two million dollars if I would consent to an annulment. I took it. CHAPTER 2 Perhaps it was three months later, I'd been on the job a total of about nine months and Mr. 'B' called me in. I had done well in the short time I'd been with the firm and gained the respect and support of my colleagues. There had never been an Art Historian in the firm and at first I was looked upon with skepticism. As time passed, however, my presentations to the design teams became much anticipated events and they, including the art directors and creative directors for each division, looked to me for direction and leadership. I was quite proud that I had found a well paying position outside of stuffy academia. "Is everything OK?" he queried "You seem to have shed some baggage and taken on some other stresses in the past few months". Observant I had to admit to myself. "Well, yes," I paused. "I have," I admitted. "I mean, I've divorced and..." "Oh, sorry, I don't mean to pry, I just wanted to see if you would be fit for a challenging assignment I had in mind for you. If now is not a good time for..." "Wow, Mister!" I interrupted, putting my hand in front of my chest in the stop position! "I'm up for any challenge you throw at me! I'm actually happy I divorced and I'm itching for something into which I can sink my teeth." He chuckled. "Why not 'something I can sink my teeth into? I know in academia you might eliminate the preposition from the end if the sentence, but this is the fast and loose fashion world. You are potentially a big talent. You have the education in the arts, art history, costume history, fashion history. You have a natural flair for this business." He continued, "My big challenge with you is to remove the prim and proper stick from your ass and shove it up your cunt and send you into orgasmic orbit." I was shocked. No one ever spoke to me that way before. "Your mouth is open. You're gonna catch flies." Tears were leaking out of my eyes, I couldn't help it. I closed my mouth and could feel my blushed face. I couldn't speak yet. "Instead of this assignment, I think I'd like for you to take a vacation alone in Italy and find a romantic Italian..." "You said cunt!" I spoke. "Yeah, I said cunt... find a romantic Italian and get fucked until you orgasm endlessly... and then come back to work" He finished and I had missed the first part. "What was the first part of 'find a romantic Italian'?" I needed to know what he said. "What I said was that you need a really good fucking. The kind of fucking that sends you into orbit. The kind of fucking where your orgasm doesn't really stop until you're finished with your love making session which might last for hours or all night. That's what I said." "Oh." I was dumbfounded. Should I sue? Cunt, fucking, orgasm, a stick up my ass! "What is the assignment?" I wanted to know what he was threatening to take away from me. "A new division, bridge to couture, with you as president; but not until..." "I want it. I'm ready for it. I have..." he interrupted me again. "You can't have it. You can't have it until I know you've been properly fucked." "How would you know?" How could he know when I've been 'properly fucked' as he calls it. He took some time to construct his answer. He was wearing a sardonic grin on his face. Almost chuckling but no sound. "Anjou, how was sex with your husband?" I felt humiliated yet I also felt compelled to answer, "Unsatisfying." "That's it? Just unsatisfying? How about before your husband?" "I was not that experienced when we got together." This fucker is probing too personally, yet I feel mesmerized to answer. "Anjou, have you ever had an orgasm during sex with a man?" He was asking this softly and kindly. "I've felt tingling all over." "Anjou. You have never had an orgasm with a man during sex." He made a matter of fact statement. "I cannot give you a division presidency until you have been properly fucked. Go on vacation. Go to Europe. Let your hair down so to speak, and find a lover if just for one night, and get really fucked. Then, we will give you a division." I walked out of his office dazed with tears streaming down my face. I was wearing a pastel mint cashmere sweater which now had black mascara smears. My nipples were erect. My crotch was wet and would have been dripping if not for my panties. CHAPTER 3 It rang in my ears; over and over. "I cannot give you a division presidency until you have been properly fucked." And he was so right. I'd never been properly fucked. I had a college freshman boyfriend when I was a junior in high school and he squirted his load no sooner then he'd put it in me; I'd given him my virginity and he never called me again. As a freshman in college I had a tall, handsome boyfriend starting around the end of January. We slept together from time to time but he was 'small'. I took my sophomore year off from boys. I met Mike in my junior year and fell in love, I thought. I guess he had an average dick but he always wanted me to give him head, which he said I did really well. He never ate me out and when we made love, he never really spent much time other then getting me wet enough to stick it in and when he was ready to cum, he'd push a little harder and his cock would get a little bigger and squirt into a condom, and that was it. I raged back and forth in my own mind from wanting to sue that S.O.B. to knowing in my heart of hearts that he was right; I've never been properly fucked. I showered and shaved carefully, not just my legs, but my bush to, so I was trimmed and oiled and raring to go! I went and got an hour and a half massage at the health club with the male masseur and insisted on no covering. Even though he was gay, he did his job well and after teasing my nipples to painful erection brought me to orgasm with his fingers. Then I went to Union Street and bought a dress. It was Friday and I was bound and determined to get properly fucked this weekend and get my division Monday morning! I called the concierge at the Clift Hotel and tried to make a reservation for tonight at The Redwood Room, but she said it was impossible, it was booked solid. I was not willing to be denied so I booked a room at the hotel for the night... the only thing available was a suite at $900 per night plus tax, two night minimum. I packed for two nights and taxied over to the Clift. The Redwood Room was packed when I made my grand entrance at about 10 PM, but I felt quite confident as I perused the room checking out the competition. I'd bought a front and back low cut black dress I was able to proudly sport with no bra which ended six or seven inches above my knee. I'd also purchased lacy black thongs which were really just a triangle patch. No hose. Strappy 4" heels, Manolo Blahnik. I strode towards the bar. Funny how I checked out the competition as I entered and every male eye in the room did the same for me. And I was right because I felt like Moses as there was a parting of the crowd to allow me to move towards the bar. Until Yanik that is. "My I get you a drink Madame? My name is Yanik." "Yes, thank you Yanik, I'd like a white wine spritzer." I guessed he was 6'6" as I stood about 6'1" with my heels. His friend Boris was more likely 6'8". They were both blond and both ruggedly handsome. Both were doctors who had emigrated from Moscow and were now licensed to work in California. Both had Russian accents. Yanik was a radiologist and Boris was a pediatric anesthesiologist. We made small talk for about ten minutes until I felt my juices begin to flow. "Gentlemen, I would very much like to invite both of you to my suite. I would like to be properly fucked by each of you. I will insist on a lot of foreplay before sex." They were shocked and looked at each other for a moment and then me, and we all burst out laughing. I laced one arm through each of theirs and we walked out three abreast. As we were leaving the bar Boris asked "do you have condoms and lube?" "No, I didn't think of that! Damn." "I will go across the street to the Walgreens," Boris replied. "Here, you'll need this to get back in. 1401," I gave him my room key and Yanik and I continued to the elevators. "How will we..." Yanik was concerned about getting into the room. "They gave me two when I checked in." As we made our way into the living room Yanik whistled. "Are you rich? When Boris and I go to conferences we share a small room with two beds and we are both doctors." I had to laugh. "Well I'm comfortable, but I had a goal in mind for this weekend which I have already shared with you and Boris and this was the only room available at this hotel, so I took it." I was dying to strip off my dress and have Yanik suckle my breasts but I thought it unfair to his friend to start the festivities without him so I waited, as difficult as that was becoming. "You say this weekend, not just tonight?" Yanik's eyes lit up with the prospect of more than a one night stand... an all weekend tryst! I chuckled coyly, "Well that depends on how well you two can properly fuck me." I picked up the telephone and dialed room service and ordered a bottle of white wine, a bucket of ice, a large bottle of club soda, and three glasses. The boys had been nursing beers downstairs so I knew the mini- bar would have their refill. I turned on the stereo and handed the music guide, which also contained the adult movies to Yanik. He read through the entire guide quite quickly, I was impressed and simply said "322." As I turned to pick up the phone I asked "What is it?" to which he replied with a smile "Its time for YOU to be surprised." So I ordered the DVD. Boris finally arrived and knocked lightly on the door. I walked over and opened it and said "finally" and gave him a big hug and kiss. As Boris walked into the room and closed the door I turned to both men and grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it off over my head. "I didn't want to start the party without both of you present," I smiled. They smiled and in unison cat whistled at me. "Thanks for waiting for me." Boris began. "Here are the goodies I got us for 'the party'." He began to remove the articles he'd purchased from the small white plastic bag with the Walgreens logo. "Here is the Astroglide, the KY, the flavored extra large condoms, and the box of flavored dental dams and massage oil." By now both boys had begun to shed their clothes and throw them on the chair. I was going to ask about the extra large condoms when Yanik removed his briefs... no need to ask. Flaccid, he was larger then any man I had ever had erect. By the time Boris removed his boxers he was already hardening but it was no small present. Both boys walked right up to me and claimed their own nipple with lips, tongue and teeth. I gasped as each massaged my tit with their hand while working over my nipple with their mouth. Neither was none to gentle and I was going to complain but then I could feel the direct connection between my 'cunt' as Mr. B would say, and my nipples. I just breathed it all in. That's when there was a knock at the door. "Whose there?" I asked. "Room service" muffled through the door came the response. I was starting to say just a minute to go and look for a robe in the bedroom closet, but since I still had my thong and my Manolo Blahnik's on and I was feeling really feisty, I was still dressed, so I opened the door. The boys saw what I was doing and sat in chairs immediately to hide their erections. The room service server was a woman of about my age, probably Latina, perhaps somewhat overweight but with a pleasant face. She took a quick look at the circumstances, smiled and said "Where shall I put the tray?" Obviously practiced in hotel diplomacy. "There is fine," I pointed. "Shall I leave you with the corkscrew, or would you care for me to open the bottle?" I couldn't pass up the line and I didn't know whether she was being my straight man on purpose or not but I responded "I don't think I'll have any problem this evening with the screw part as I have two, but you my go ahead and open my bottle." To which she replied, and I now knew she had played this scene before "I'd be honored to come back later and clean up any mess. My name is Maria and I can be accessed through room service. I work until 2AM." We, all four of us, got a good chuckle from that and I left a nice tip as I signed the tab. "I've left you a nice tip on the tab, maybe not the kind you had in mind but we'll see about cleaning up the mess later." The repartee was over and she left quickly. I made myself a spritzer and invited the boys to use the mini bar for their beers. I wanted dick. So I kneeled in front of Yanik and began sucking. His pre-cum had already begun to lubricate the eye of his cock and I liked the taste. It didn't take long for me to get his flagpole back to upright and now, for the first time I was able to see it in all its glory and I was in shock and awe, just like the President wanted Saddam to be. Yanik's erect prick was most likely nine inches long and thicker than I imagined a good cock would get. The President would be jealous. I crawled on my knees from Yanik to Boris and began to suck Boris to attention as well when there was another knock on the door. This must be the video, I thought. This time I just walked right to the door and flung it open. The young man delivering the video was wearing a suit and had a badge which said Asst. Manager and his name. "Devon!" I squealed as I threw my arms around him and just about pulled him into the room. "I saw your name and decided to relieve room service of this delivery and handle it myself." Devon was an art history major who graduated with honors with my class... and I had lost track. And he was definitely gay. "You look wonderful Anjou! Great tits anyway." "Really." I grabbed his other hand, the one not carrying the DVD and placed it on my tit. "If I ever decide to try girls Anjou, if you're still available, and you'll still have me..." We all laughed in unison including the boys. Their erections were not lost on Devon. "OK, Anjou, it was really great to see you and I also see you are doing to these boys what I would like to be doing to these boys... so I guess I shouldn't keep you." Devon knew how to speak in the gayest way when he wanted. "Shall I insert this for you or would you like to put it in yourself?" He said with innuendo looking me in the eye. Boris stood and Devon just about fainted. Boris had not lost his erection and he was even larger then Yanik. At 6'8" with a massive flagpole sticking out, he was truly impressive. "Perhaps you should show me where and how to insert it, and when I'm ready, I will." Boris said to Devon. "I should only be so lucky," Devon Replied. "You never know, maybe you will be..." Boris assured Devon in his thick Russian accent. "If that happens this room will be comped for the weekend." Devon really wanted to get fucked by that monster dick. "I guess we'll see," Boris replied. Devon inserted the DVD and hit play, turned on his heel, headed for the door and winked at Boris as he exited. "Oh, I love fucking faggots. I don't think you will pay for this room this weekend!" Anjou was at least curious about that exchange but had a goal... to get properly fucked so she went back to her knees in front of Boris. And properly fucked Anjou was. First Yanik ate Anjou to orgasm while inserting one finger into her vagina to stimulate her G spot. Then Boris used a dental dam to lick Anjou to her first ever anally induced orgasm. Boris alternated between applying generous dollops of KY to his condom covered finger and inserting the probe into Anjou's virgin asshole while licking or digitally stimulating her clit, and using his tongue covered by the dental dam to eat her asshole. She had her second shattering orgasm. Over the next hour, Yanik fucked her with his 9-incher, while Boris stuffed his enormous meat down Anjou's throat. Although Anjou cried at the rough treatment that Boris was using to face fuck her, and the enormous stretch and cervix pounding Yanik was providing, she managed to swallow a lot of Boris' prick and the boys rewarded her with massive eruptions in her pussy and mouth. Anjou had given blowjobs before where the boy came in her mouth where she was in control, but she had never had sex of any type where she had to relinquish total control. It was frightening and exhilarating at the same time. Her vaginal orgasm was a first where she came from fucking. She was radiant. The boys were just warming up. They rested; she drank some of her spritzer and lay down on her tummy. The boys poured some of the massage oil into their hands and began in unison at Anjou's feet. Neither Yanik nor Boris put oil on Anjou's toes, just her soles and the tops of her feet, and they carefully massaged the oil in and she moaned. Again in unison they worked up her ankles and calves giving a thorough feeling therapeutic style massage. Now more oil and onto her thighs, inside and out and Anjou began to leak fluid from her pussy. The boys noted their accomplishment and returned to her feet. Now they each lifted her leg flexed at the knee, and began sucking one toe at a time. She was out of her own control and under the aegis of two men. They had now made her into their rag doll to do with as they pleased. As Yanik moved around to offer his stiffing prick to Anjou's mouth, Boris covered a finger with a condom and coated it liberally with KY and began to work it into Anjou's asshole. She was much more relaxed and less resistant now then she was earlier. Boris adjusted the condom to accommodate his index and middle finger and with additional KY worked the duo into her ass. Anjou spread her legs further apart to accommodate the increased invasion and the boys knowingly smiled at one another, she was almost ready. Anjou had only been tasting Yanik and now he forced more cock into her throat. She accepted what he gave. The boys changed positions; Yanik at Anjou's side and Boris offering his massive meat to her face. Yanik put on a condom and lubed it with KY and mounted Anjou form the rear with his knees between her thighs. Now Boris grabbed Anjou's head and began to force feed his massive member down her throat. She had at least 5" of his prick in her face. Yanik pushed at her back door and as Anjou tried to expel Boris from her mouth and escape the back door invasion, Yanik penetrated the head of his cock through the sphincter ring and stopped pushing. "Yanik is going to fuck your ass. If you concentrate on relaxing all you muscles, and allow him in you will enjoy anal intercourse for the rest of your life. If you resist him and demand that he stop, we will leave. What do you want?" Boris was direct and knew Anjou wanted to be forced to submit, but would not rape her to accomplish the task. "Go slow," Anjou managed. Yanik continued to feed his entire 9 inch monster up Anjou's ass until she was writhing in pain and ecstasy. Soon the pain faded and her continuous orgasm trigger had been released. Now she knew what Mr. B wanted from her. 'Why do I have to think of him at a time like this?' she thought to herself. Soon Yanik rolled Anjou on top of him and Boris began the double penetration. This time instead of resisting Anjou decided to allow the feelings to overtake her and not resist. There was no point in wondering if Anjou achieved orgasm, it was just a matter of how long the men were able to hold out with Anjou's insides milking their organs like a farmer milks a cow's udder. They didn't last long and exploded. It was only 12:30. "I want to fuck your friend so you don't have to pay for the room. I also want to make him fuck and suck you 1st. And aside from the room charge, I want to fuck him. I want to top him." "What does that mean, top him?" Anjou was unfamiliar with this terminology used to describe specific roles within sexual orientation classes. "Ah, it means I want to be the man and he wants to play the role of pussy. His asshole is his pussy, his cunt. He wants to suck my prick and he wants me to fuck his pussy. I want to exercise my power and domination over him and I also want to humiliate him. I want to top him, which also makes him a bottom. I'm a top, he's a bottom." "Oh. But aren't you a straight man?" "Yes, mostly; but sexuality need not be so narrowly defined. I also like to fuck men who enjoy being fucked by a great big dick. I also like to suck dick and have a dick cum in my mouth, just like enjoying a pussy cum in my face. I also like to get fucked by a nice big dick one in a while; it puts me back in my place. I like sex. I am a sexual being. I mostly prefer women, but I like men too." "Do you want me to call Devon? Do you want me to invite him up here?" Anjou was so relaxed and radiant; she wasn't going to try to figure any of this out right now. "Yes, but I'm going to prove to that sissy boy that he wants to suck you nipples, eat your pussy and fuck you before he gets it from me and my brother." "Your brother?" "Yes, don't we look like brothers?" "I guess so. But why do I have to fuck Devon if he doesn't want to fuck me?" "Because I don't think he knows he can have his cake and eat it too. I think the American culture is too extreme when it comes to human sexual expression. Many young men and women too, begin to feel that if they like other men that there is something wrong with them and they take on the label homosexual, gay, faggot, lesbian, dyke. Really many of these people would like to continue to have intimate sexual relations with both sexes but are pushed to extremes by the sexual politics of the society so they identify as one or another." Boris realized this was likely too much for Anjou for one night of lovemaking, but he saw a glimmer of her not only understanding what he was talking about but accepting it too. He wanted to befriend Anjou. "That's a little too heavy for me tonight, but if you want Devon to give me pleasure, I'm all for it!" Anjou stretched out her limbs on the bed and exhaled. "Ok he can start by licking me from end to end until I tell him to stop." "Your wish is my command my dear. Front desk please," Boris was speaking into the phone. "Hi I was trying to locate Devon, your Ass... Oh hi Devon, This is Boris with Anjou in 1401. You are invited right now to actualize your hearts desire... Ok we'll see you in five then." "He's coming." To be continued... 1. What is a dental dam? The dental dam is a square piece of thin latex, much like the latex in condoms, that is used to prevent the transmission of sexually transmitted infections (STIs) when oral sex is performed on an anal or vaginal opening. When used, the dental dam is stretched across the anal opening or a woman's vagina to prevent exchange of bodily fluids. Unlike condoms, the dental dam itself is not lubricated, but using a water-based lubricant on the vagina/anal side of the dental dam may be useful in helping to keep it in place, and to increase sensation. Dental dams come in plain and flavored latex squares or a flavored water-based lubricant may be used to enhance the taste during oral sex. If you do not have a "dental dam", it is also possible to use plastic wrap, or a cut-open condom to cover the vulva or anus. Dental dams help to reduce the risk of HIV virus transmission during oral-vaginal and oral-anal sex, in addition to other diseases which can be transmitted from mouth to vagina/anus or vice-versa, including herpes and genital warts. How effective is a dental dam? When used properly, dams provide an effective barrier to the exchange of bodily fluids during oral sexual activity. Dental dams can significantly reduce the risk of coming in contact with a sexually transmitted infection, but are not 100%. Only abstinence is 100% effective. How much does it cost and where can I get one? Dental dams run from 50 cents to around $3 per dam, depending on size, color, flavor, etc. Buying a multi- pack makes them cheaper. Since dental dams can be made out of condoms or latex gloves (or Saran Wrap), you can get the makings of one almost anywhere. If you are looking for the real thing though, they are pretty much only available at local erotic shops and online. Dental dams are not yet available in many drug stores or pharmacies. How to use a dental dam: When using (or making) a dental dam be certain that the dam covers the entire vulva or anal opening and that it can be held at both edges. Be careful not to turn the dam inside-out during oral sex, as this defeats the purpose of not coming in contact with your partner's bodily fluids. Dental dams can also be used for oral- anal and oral-vaginal sex by both men and women, to help prevent transmission of sexually transmitted infections. Finally, never re-use condoms or dental dams! To be continued... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 47