0 comments/ 27382 views/ 0 favorites Saint Sebastian's Choir By: L O Reins He had asked her to leave the side door to the cathedral unlocked and to wait for him in the loft. It was not the first time they had met so Emmy was comfortable with this arrangement. She was sitting at the Farfisa pipe organ playing Bach, a warm-up piece she could have played in her sleep. The creak of the heavy loft door brought her out of her daydream but keeping her eyes down and continued to play. "Good afternoon, Emmy." She loved his voice, dark, low, as if emanating from one of the wooden, organ pipes. "Are you ready to begin? "Yes, Daniel, I am ready." He never commanded her to do anything only asked her, requested. "As if," she thought, "as if there was really any room for choice;" she knew she would do anything this man asked. She stopped playing when she felt his strong hands on her shoulders. The soft fleece of the black blindfold as it slid it over her head pressing softly against her eyelids. Then his deft fingers were at the buttons of her white cotton blouse. She was not wearing a bra so the air-conditioned chill caressed her naked flesh as he opened it. Sliding his hands up her sides and under her breasts, he rolled her now extended nipples between his fingers and thumbs, working them as if he thought they might secrete milk. She loved his hands too. It was his hands that first attracted her as she watched him work. "Wait while I prepare for you, Emmy." Yes, Daniel." Emmy sunk back into the warm pool of memory she had been swimming in before he arrived. [[[[[[ O ]]]]]] Emmy wondered when she had begun to lie in confession. She first began weaving webs when she realized the "...impure thoughts," she reluctantly admitted to when she was younger had resolved into more kinky and compelling desires. She masturbated to fantasies of exhibitionism and submission. Being the organ player at Saint Sebastian's Cathedral required active participation in the church social life and this made it difficult, to say the least, for Emmy to explore her libidinous desires. She dated some of the "local eligible bachelors" but it was so complicated trying to find trustworthy men to whom she could reveal herself. Shy, thirty-seven and single, Emmy Margolis found it impossible to find any degree of anonymity in this small Ohio city. She had resigned herself to the idea that her secret desires were destined to remain fantasies. She had experimented with self-bondage after finding a dedicated website. At the instruction of an on-line mentor, Emmy had frozen her house key and the key to a newly purchased pair of handcuffs in a block of ice. On that particular night she trembled as she snapped the cuffs and stepped naked over the threshold of her front door. She had previously set the locks at the front and back doors. Her backyard was reasonably secluded but the thought of being seen by a passing driver or a late-night stroller thrilled her as she made her way out to the edge of her back lawn to retrieve the frozen tub of ice. She hadn't realized that the ice would take so long to melt in that late September chill but the danger of being seen was so invigorating. On that chilly night she held the frozen ice against her nipples until they burned. There had been other experiments and they too had been satisfying but nothing came close to the intensity she longed for in a real partner. Emmy had found ways to timidly experiment in real time, with real people too. Saint Sebastian's High School Boy's Choir practiced in the loft twice a week and Emmy played for those practices. Emmy's serious spectacled look and simple style of dress masked the secret fires building beneath her surface. Speaking of surfaces, Emmy was attractive; she had been blessed with her mother's voluptuous figure and soft blond hair and she was pretty. She was the fancy of many an adolescent choirboy's eye and she got positively wet knowing all those hungry eyes were glued to every inch of her body. In that bevy of hungry faces there were a few that stood out to Emmy. Johnny Thomas, tall, lanky, varsity swim team star, had one of the best voices. He was quiet, well mannered and kept to himself but she had noticed the way he looked at her. Emmy noticed because she liked looking at him. Johnny Thomas was a looker. He was also more mature than the others. He looked and acted older; he didn't snicker or sneer--putting on airs to hide his fear and inexperience. Another face she noticed was Todd Blake. Blake was the opposite, a student who was introduced to each new teacher with warnings and accounts of his notorious behavior problems. Emmy was normally a composed organist but having this appreciative audience brought out her theatrical side. She knew every curve of her wrist or gesture of her shapely leg was a feast for these boys, so Emmy took the opportunity to subtly exaggerate her movements before them. She chose her clothing for these days; skirts that would show more of her legs or present a tantalizing view of her shapely ass (another gift from her mother.) She selected bras and blouses that accentuated her zaftig breasts. She always set the bench back a little more when the choirboys would be in the loft. It gave them a better view of her slender ankles because the Farfisa required as much pedal work as at the keyboard. One hot August day she prepared carefully—she had shaved her shapely legs to a fine smoothness and splurged on a pedicure at the Asian parlor at the Mall. She played soulfully that day, articulating her movements until she knew she held all their hungry eyes at ransom. Then she slipped her feet out of her shoes, stretched and wiggled her newly pedicured toes and began to play bare-footed. The choirboys squirmed and shifted in their seats for a better view, or maybe for relief from their aching erections. From all outward appearances Emmy looked to be wrapped in her music but in her minds eye she was enjoying an out of body experience--floating above the loft watching herself playing the Farfisa, naked for these young boys, naked for Johnny Thomas and bad boy Blake. Emmy had met Daniel Hobson in the loft when he was there to assess the condition of the Farfisa Organ. He had stayed to hear her play the organ under normal conditions. The choirboys came shuffling in and Emmy became nervous about Daniel being there at the same time. She played through her set and tried to will her mind and body to play it straight. She was the picture of propriety as she took the Farfisa through its paces but her good behavior did nothing to quiet the boys' interest. Daniel was quick to recognize the lust in the looks the boys directed towards Emmy. It was this that first led him to take an interest in the organ player as well as the organ that day. Though no one would have complained because they had adapted to the organ's slow degeneration, it practically hurt Daniel's ears to listen to this valuable instrument perform so badly. This led to the eventual decision that Saint Sebastian's grand old pipe organ needed extensive refurbishing. Daniel was commissioned to restore the Cathedral organ and, as its principal player, Emmy was appointed to oversee the restoration project. Immediately drawn to this quiet, older man, Emmy took it as license to visit his studio more times than was probably necessary. She watched him work carefully rebuilding each of the hundred wooden pipes, one by one. They took lunches together on those days when she visited. During those months Emmy's attraction to the organ technician grew until she had began to fantasize about his hands working on her pipes. After the restoration was complete Daniel had invited Emmy to accompany him to a pipe organ restoration convention in Chicago. He told her it was a city of churches and there would be a tour of some of the most magnificent pipe organs in the country. "You may even have the opportunity to lay your hands on an exceptional organ, Emmy." "I've always wanted to get my hands E. M. Skinner's pipes," she responded. "Ahh, the finest example of a historic grand organ, it's at Our Lady of Mount Carmel Church. It will be a highlight of the conference." Emmy looked at him trying to decide. Then he added, "Emmy you aren't the only organist dying to get your hands on Skinner's Organ." They both laughed at the little exchange and Emmy accepted his invitation. The conference sounded great but Emmy was secretly thrilled at the thought of being out of town, out of Saint Sebastian's sight with this man whom she was beginning to like and, more importantly, trust. The trip finally arrived and it turned out to be a fabulous three days; the conference had exceeded their expectations. They had seen and heard some of the finest organs in the country; the technical workshops in the afternoons were informative and well organized. Emmy took one of those as an opportunity to peruse some of the nicer women's apparel shops looking for something sexy she might wear while out of town. They both wanted their last night in Chicago to be a special celebration. So they decided to dress up and dine at the hotel's showcase restaurant. After drinks in the bar they enjoyed an intimate last dinner over which they abandoned all the sexual innuendo they had been swapping for days and engaged in a direct conversation. Daniel was a good listener; his gentle responses and subtle questions led Emmy to open up to him. They sat, leaning into the candle's yellow glow; the warmed aromatic brandy worked its magic. "Emmy," Daniel all but whispered, "I've watched you with the choirboys." "Their voices are quite good for their limited training; don't you think," Emmy responded nervously. "That's not what I meant, Emmy" "They are so sweet." "You enjoy their lust don't you? You thrive on knowing every one of those young men is devouring you with his eyes." She stared at him then looked away nervously. "...They are so clumsy, aren't they?" "I understand, Emmy. You can trust me." Emmy let the last vestiges of her guard down; maybe the alcohol had loosened her speech, maybe it was that Daniel was older than she and she felt trustful, maybe she was just longing for a confessor but Emmy told Daniel everything. She told him about her frustrations of being single in such a tight community. She told him about her increasing sexual appetite, about teasing the choirboys; she even told him about her frustrated efforts to explore self-bondage. Daniel listened intently and when it seemed that Emmy had emptied her longing heart on the table he took her hands in his and spoke five little words that she has never forgotten. "Emmy, I can show you things." They were spoken in his characteristic low speech, not loud enough for anyone nearby to hear but to Emmy those words, "I can show you things," vibrated down into her belly like a bass note from the Farfisa. She felt like she was having a panic attack; her eyes welled with tears, breath fell short and she dizzied in a rush of heat. She couldn't form a reply; she just lowered her eyes. Daniel never let go of her hand as they stood, exited the restaurant and headed for the elevators. Daniel was masterful on that first night, unwrapping her passions and desires until she surrendered herself into his deft hands. Emmy didn't want to slowly slip from making love to other things. She didn't want to be worshipped or cruelly treated and knew she didn't want to have to explain herself, her needs, to him. As if read her mind, as soon as the door closed in that softly lit hotel room he kissed her tenderly, held her close and hard till her pounding heartbeat settled and then stepped back form her. "Remove your clothes, Emmy," he had said to her. And, as if entranced, she complied, first opening her new sheer blouse and dropping it from her shoulders, then her sexy pinfold skirt. She slid it down her thighs and stepped over it, towards him. But Daniel stepped back. "Remove your bra, Emmy." And she did, slowly unclasping it and sliding it from her shoulders. "And you panties, Emmy." Naked, in front of him, she felt a shameless exhilaration. He reached for the thinly upholstered chair beside them and slid it towards her. "Sit down, Emmy." Daniel loosened his silk necktie and removed it. He stepped behind her and placed it around her head, covering her eyes. He tied a soft knot behind her head. He skillfully bound her to the chair, taking all his time tying each wrist and ankle to chair's polished arms and legs. He stood up and surveyed his work, then began to add bindings until her breasts were bound and lewdly presented. Emmy experienced a blissful surrender that first night as he lightly stroked and teased her. He took her to a level of arousal she had never known possible. When she was clearly responding to him he led her through a series of instructions that spoke directly to her sense of theatrics. "Show me how you resist your bindings--struggle with them, Emmy." His urgings made her feel beautiful and free, feelings that were amplified by her suppressed desires. She struggled against her bonds then relaxed, as if resigned to her plight then began struggling again. It was a dance for Emmy and she relished the power she felt in her submission to Daniel. After what seemed like an hour of this taunting and tantalizing he untied her and brought her to the bed. He showed her other things, coaxed her towards her release through teasing and denial. He altered her bindings and positions until she was smoldering in her passions. By the time he released her she was drenched with sweat and dripping between her legs. He caressed her and held her till she calmed. But she didn't calm, she wanted more. She pleaded with him, tried to seduce him but he resisted and taunted her further. Then Daniel did something surprising. "Would you go and get a bucket of ice for us, Emmy?" She was not sure what he had wanted. She resisted this untimely request and when she realized it was part of his plan, she reached for her blouse. "No, Emmy, I want you to go as you are." It was very late by now and the prospect of someone else on the floor was slim but, never the less, the chill of terror at the thought of this public embarrassment shocked her like a slap. It was also exactly what she wanted and needed. Emmy lowered her eyes and nodded her agreement. The door closed with a silent mechanical click and, maybe just to further terrify her, he turned the privacy lock and even fastened the security clasp. There was never a more frightening moment or a more exhilarating one as when she found herself standing outside the door of the fourteenth room on the fourteenth floor in this strange city, naked and still wet with lustful excitement. Daniel had made her wear her shoes out of some ironic sense of propriety, but being naked while wearing her high heels only made her feel more naked. She began the journey down the long hall of doors but as she got further from room 1414 she began to thrill in her own sense of adventure. Finally, she made it to the ice machine. She shuddered from the frosty chill at her tummy as she opened the door and filled the bucket to the brim with mechanically shaped cubes. Though it was a shock she hugged it to her breasts remembering her night in her own backyard. It burned, it felt good, she almost peed herself; and then she turned and clicked out of the utility area back towards the carpeted corridors. Several times she was startled by sounds coming from behind one of the doors she passed on her way along the empty corridors. Once she even stopped to listen to a couple's passionate lovemaking. She was proud of herself for completing her mission but a new terror swept down on her. She found the door to 1414 was still locked. "Daniel," she hoarsely whispered, "open this door...please, open the door." Just as she felt like she was going to cry, the door cracked open but only to the limit of the security clasp. She saw him walking away from the door. "Daniel, what are you doing?" He picked up the phone and spoke into it, "yes, I'd like a bottle your best vodka and some Rose's Lime juice brought up to 1414. Thank you. Can you do that promptly?" He tormented her with this new humiliation even after she heard the distant sound of the elevator door opening--the room service attendant's footsteps on the soft carpet, the glass tinkling as he wheeled his cart toward their room. Just as he was about to make the last turn into her corridor Daniel opened the door and Emmy dove for the stripped bed. She managed to retrieve the single sheet from the floor and cover herself as the young man entered their room. The bellhop did a double take at the sight of Emmy's voluptuous figure, all the more enticing beneath the thin sheet. Emmy watched the bellhop slowly set up the service; he stole leering glances at her while he worked. Only when the last napkin was delicately folded and placed did Daniel speak. "Do you know how to mix a Gimlet?" "No Sir, I'm sorry but I don't." "I'll teach you then; it's a simple recipe--one part Lime Juice, two parts of the Grey Goose and a teaspoon of confectioner's sugar. We don't have the powdered sugar but you'll find sugar packets with the coffee set-up on the table there." "Yes Sir." The bellhop tried to hide his smile as he began to mix the drinks. "Oh you will have to melt that sugar before you add it. You don't want to feel the grittiness with your first sip. Good, now stir all the ingredients with ice and strain it into three glasses." Emmy was beginning to get comfortable in Daniel's little charade. She felt the same moist excitement, as when she played with her beautiful choirboys only now she really was naked beneath the sheet. When the drinks were made the bellhop just continued to leer at Emmy. "Emmy, would you taste it and tell us how our friend rates as a barman?" The bellhop wore a tentative look as if waiting for her approval as he handed her the drink. Emmy purposely let the sheet drop to her waist as she reached for the drink. She lingered allowing him to stare at her full breasts and jutting nipples as she swilled the icy sweet/sour concoction. Her eyes fell to the bulge in the bellhop's pants and then she raised her knees to partially conceal herself again. "mmmmm, he's perfect, Daniel, absolutely delicious." "Good, I thought you would like this, Emmy," and turning to the bellhop, "drink up, man, you deserve a treat for such excellent service." Daniel took his time signing the bill giving the bellhop time to down his Gimlet. Emmy, trembling with excitement, gulped her drink as fast as he did. Then Daniel dropped another bomb on Emmy's delicate libido. "Emmy, I don't seem to have any cash. Can you get me something for this nice young man's efforts?" She turned from warm pink to deep crimson in an instant as she realized that Daniel wanted to push this farther. "I'm not sure I have any cash," she mumbled. "Of course you do. I saw you put it in your purse this afternoon." Emmy wasn't sure she could go where she thought Daniel was now trying to take her but she swallowed her panic and rustled her legs out from beneath the sheet and over the edge of the bed. Last-minute weakness caused her take the sheet with her. She languidly stood, drew the sheet around her and began to walk across the room--two steps before the sheet resisted her progress. Emmy pulled awkwardly then looked back; Daniel had stepped on the tail of the sheet. Emmy saw that Daniel was not going to let her spoil the opportunity he knew she craved. She very casually looked back at the bellhop and then, with a simple shrug of her shoulders, Emmy Margolis dropped the last of her inhibition and stepped out from beneath her protection. She walked slowly across the room savoring the heat in the young man's eyes and the admiration in Daniel's. She reached the low chest of drawers. Looking down into her bag gave her a moment to muster another dose of courage for what she knew would come next. Saint Sebastian's Choir "Do you have change for a fifty?" "Ni ni No, Mamm, I sure don't." This young bellhop was either charmingly innocent, Emmy thought, or he was playing his roll perfectly. "Well then why don't you just take this as a special treat tonight, young man?" And she turned and leaned back against the low chest of drawers holding out the crisp fifty towards the bellhop. It probably only took seconds but to Emmy it was a blissful eternity watching the bellhop nervously walk towards her. "Thank you, Mamm." His eyes covered her with that same adoration she felt from the choirboys. Emmy realized he was more uncomfortable than she was at this moment and she breathed in the delicious feeling of power. Emmy held his hand as she pressed the fifty into his clammy fingers. Then she surprised herself. She went up on her tippy-toes, gave him a sweet wet kiss on the cheek and whispered, "Thank you, so very much, you have been wonderful." "Emmy, is that all you can offer this nice young man? He has put himself out to bring us this service this late. "It's alright, Sir; No problem at all." The bellhop was clearly uncomfortable with this new turn. "That's all I have, Daniel. What did you have in mind? "Something for his pleasure, of course; whatever you think you can manage." The wicked glint in Daniel's eyes spoke so much more to Emmy. She understood he was encouraging her to take more from this situation and that he was leaving it to her to decide how much. The prominent tent in the front of the bellhop's uniform told her he was her captive. He reminded her of Johnny Thomas—the same mix of innocence and reserve; thinking of Johnny made it easier for her to take the next step. "Open your pants, Johnny." "The names Rodger, Mamm," the young man said as he fumbled with his zipper. "Take it out for me, Rodger. I want to see it." Emmy said as she devoured the sight of this young man standing so close to her, opening his pants, levering his hardened cock out for her inspection. This cock that was so hard because of her; it made her feel positively wicked to be so very naked in front of this young boy. It was what she wanted in the choir loft--to be utterly naked for the choirboys. "Your cock is beautiful." Emmy dropped to her knees on the soft carpet and yanked his pants down around his ankles. "Step out of these." From her kneeling position she hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands over his taught, rippled, abdomen, up to caress his nipples. She pinched and twisted them and Rodger drew in a sharp breath. Emmy drew her hands back down his long torso and gently held his throbbing penis in her open hands. It was the most beautiful cock she thought she had ever seen. Emmy looked up at him and the bellhop saw that there were tears in the corners of her eyes. He nervously looked for Daniel but when Emmy began to slowly stroke him to full length he forgot about the other man in the room. She cupped his taught balls in her left hand, hefting their full weight. She gripped his beautiful cock in her right hand and jerked it an exaggerated, slow motion. Emmy smiled when he moaned but she wanted this night to last and she knew there was more to come after they were finished with the bellhop. Emmy stood up and roughly pushed Rodger back a couple of steps so she could see him better. "Stroke it, Rodger. I want to see you make yourself cum--can you do that for me tonight?" The bellhop groaned and began pumping his cock for her, slowly at first but more rapidly as he stared into her damp eyes and listened to her urging him on. "Rodger, I love looking at your cock. You're so turned on. Do you like jerking off for me?" "Yes, I've never done anything like this before." "After tonight, Rodger, I want you to think of me when ever you jerk off. You'll do that for me won't you, Rodger—you'll remember how you shot your hot cum all over my naked tits..." Emmy knelt in front of him again. She lifted her heavy breasts towards his angry dick, twisting her inflamed nipples. The bellhop pumped wildly, "yesssss! You....are....sooo... fuck...ing...hotttt!" Emmy stared into his wild eyes and almost couldn't control herself from taking him to the ground. But it was Daniel's intense smile that gave her the composure to keep going. "Come on, Rodger, I want to feel your hot cum on my titties." "...aaarrrrgggg, yesssss." the bellhop groaned through gritted teeth as he shot the first pearly rope of his cum into Emmy's delicious cleavage. She rubbed her breasts together in his hot slippery fluid as the succession of pulsing shots continued to drench her tits and her abdomen. It ran down through her neatly trimmed pussy, down the insides of her parted thighs. As soon as they both caought their breath Emmy stood and kissed the bellhop again. "Good night, Rodger, you will remember me won't you?" She turned and walked off towards the bathroom. When Emmy was sure he had left she came out of the bathroom. Daniel lifted Emmy in his arms and carried her to the bed. They fucked until they both fell asleep, as the sun had just begun to break the night sky. [[[[[[ O ]]]]]] Emmy was brought out of her daydream by Daniel's deep voice. "Come, Emmy," was all he said as he led her to the center of the loft. He raised her arms over her head and clasped each wrist to the steel rings he had clamped to an overhead support beam. When she felt secured in her restraints she relaxed a little against her bonds. He removed her clothing slowly, arousing different areas of her body with the touch of his hands. When he slid her panties down her full thighs he spread her ankles a little farther than shoulder width. "You have been waiting for this haven't you, Emmy?" She felt the first heavy weight of a suede flogger as it fell upon her. It didn't hurt; Emmy tightened the muscles in her legs and pushed her ass out to meet the flogger's caress. "Yesss, Daniel. I have waited a long time for you." Gently, with only the force of its own weight, it cascaded down the full swell of her cheeks and through the cleft of her ass, like a heavy viscous fluid. He spoke softly to her, words of encouragement, as he repeated the action with the flogger. "I am here now, Emmy and there are so many new things I can show you." As Daniel spoke he swung the heavy flogger luxuriously against her voluptuous body. After a while the flogger found a new direction. The next swing was just as slow and gentle but this time it came up from between her legs to caress her inner thighs and envelope her entire pussy. It ended its swing with a soft snap against the very top of her sex. "aaahhhhhh," Emmy swooned in response. She couldn't help but raise herself on tiptoes and turn her breasts, trying to anticipate the lick of the flogger's many tongues. Daniel paused and Emmy wondered what he was doing. She heard the organ begin again and knew he had set it to self-play mode. She felt the blindfold being removed and in a moment her eyes adjusted to the sight. She was suspended from a pair of rings that were clamped to the thick curved beam that spanned the width of the loft. He had placed her dead center, facing the front of the church--a great symmetrical view. The Farfisa was to her right the choir pews in front of her and the arched loft door to her left; beyond the loft railing stretched the great expansive view--the nave of the Cathedral, the congregational pews and on towards the grand altar. On either side of the cathedral, framed by the ornate supporting columns were the vast stained glass windows. They diminished in the exaggerated perspective of Saint Sebastian's Gothic architecture. When she had arrived and was waiting for Daniel the sky was clear and the glass displayed its brightest complexion but now darkness had rolled in and the colored glass was brooding with the impending storm. The first rumble of thunder emanated from outside and vibrated in the base of her spine. The tiny hairs on her neck and arms stood with her anticipation. Then she felt the flogger again, down over full breasts then up between her legs, snapping at her clitoris. The storm descended quickly. The lightning began with a blinding flash, illuminating the windows in a strobe effect. Sheets of rain fell upon the roofs and spires of the building. There was a seven second delay before the clap of thunder struck and with it Daniel brought the flogger sharply across her ass on her right side. Emmy yelped sharply but the timing was so perfect that she startled from the absence of any sound other than the thunder. Her flesh stung from the many talons of the suede whip. Another flash of lightning and five seconds later, with the burst of thunder, the pantomime continued. Emmy screamed out in her passion as he swung the flogger with precision. She knew her flesh was cherry red and the stinging had turned to continuous and delicious pain. Emmy also knew Daniel would not harm her. She loved Daniel. She wondered about his feelings for her. "Four, three...," Emmy heard Daniel's soft counting. She also thought she heard sounds below on the Cathedral's main floor but she didn't have time to think about anything else. She knew he had this storm synced with his own storm, the dark soulful storm that compelled him, "...two, one." "Aaaaaaiiiiieeee." The crescendo of thunder masked Emmy's theatrical scream. It was as if the three of them, Emmy, Daniel and the storm, were one in this profane dance. In time it all came together for only a few pounding heartbeats. Daniel brought the whip down hard on those last two strokes and Emmy wailed out in ecstatic abandon. The thunder began to diminish and with it the flogger fell more lightly until it was gently sliding over Emmy's sensitive flesh. She could hardly bare it, but Daniel was masterful. He held her on the edge of orgasm, keyed tightly to the surges of body electric coursing through her. Finally, Daniel slid his right hand between her legs from behind to caress her whole vagina. His left hand snaked around her side and under her left arm; he crushed her left breast in the crook of his arm and held her right breast so tightly she thought she might bruise. Her nipple was on fire from his violent pinching fingers. Daniel entered her hot wet pussy with his probing fingers and she buckled under the weight of her release. Though supported by her wrists in the overhead rings, Emmy felt like her whole body, her whole being, was off the ground, gripped in Daniel's powerful hands. Perched upon his probing fingers and crushing hand, she came over and over again and when her own storming orgasm subsided he held her tightly. Daniel unhitched Emmy and then he helped her dress. He led her to her car and sat holding her for a long time. Emmy, lulled by his soothing words and warm embrace, thought about the storm, about being one--being three; she, Daniel and that violent summer storm of his.