Pool Boys Deep End Dive

Blood's jump right in with three teasers to wet your appetite. Imagine you're luring you'r honky pool boy over with a fake party excuse, only to end up riding him in the living room after a lotion session gone wild. A college freshman bond with two swim studs, leading to a naked beach volleyball game, an outdoor shower tease, and a threesome that changes everything. And you're alone in a hotel telpoul shower with a flustered young staffer walks in by accident.

Instead of screaming, you turn awkward moment into a hands on tip that will leave him blushing for weeks. But before we plunge into these full confessions, let's stir the pot with a listener question segment. Today's question for all of you is what is the wildest place you've ever

hooked of outdoors? And what made it unforgettable? You can hit me up here in the DMS or have a conversation about it in the chat or on X at d Nikki one sixty two, or you can always email me at Nikki n I kky at dear niggi dot com. And to make you think even a little deeper, how did first risk getting getting caught add to the thrill? And second would you do it again? Or has time made you more cautious? Good evening? Read read Probably making

a cocktail, Betty. That's why he's a little slow to chat, Just letting you know he always makes a cocktail or two. And Betty, if you don't want to chat, you can always say pass or I'm just here listening. You don't have to interact. I don't want to be picking on you or asking you if you won't want to be bothered. Now, to keep your minds as twisted as these tails, like they already aren't, here's a riddle that'll sound oh so dirty,

but it's actually squeaky clean. I start off dry and stiff, but after you work with me with your hands, I get all soft and pliable. You can shape me any way you want, and sometimes I even stick to your fingers. When am I stick around for the end for your answer? Pay off, really red payoff. You'll have to stick around till the end for the answer. Tavvy, that's a good one. I love taffy, Oh my gosh that. I don't know how old you are, but I love taffy, the laughy taffy.

I like to mix the cherry and the like. I'll take the cherry in the banana and I twist it. That's what I like. That's my old time favorite, besides the atomic fireballs, which are tiny compared to what they used to be. Yeah, I love a good banana. You guys know what time it is. It's time to sit back, relax. Let's have a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course, and explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you

and me. Dear Nikki, I need to get this off my chest because I still can't believe it happened, and I can't stop thinking about it. The other day, I finally got Diego, my pool boy back over to check the pool for this fake get together I made up just to lure him here. I'd spent days replaying how he had been sneaking peaks at me while sun bathed, and I decided it was time to stop teasing and start taking I dug out that tiny, barely there bikini and got, as a joke of years ago, string so

thin they're basically decorative. Laid out on the lounge chair on my back like I was just relaxing, waiting for him to come around to the side of the house. When he did, all tan and built in those tight work shorts, I called him over as sweet as can be, Hey, sweeteye, can you help me with something? That something was lotion on my back. I rolled onto my stomach, reached back and untied my top so it fell away, letting him see plenty of side boob while I arched my hips

just enough to push my ass up toward him. He started rubbing my shoulders, all polite and professional, but every time I whispered, his hand drifted lower and lower until he was openly kneading my ass cheeks, thumb slipping under the edges of my bottoms. He didn't bush further, though, he was such a good boy waiting for permission, so I gave it. I flipped over, let the top drop completely, nipples already hard from the thrill, and told him do

my front too, especially here. I heard him swallow hard. He hesitated until I took his hand and placed it right on my breast, murmuring it's okay, baby, just be gentle. Once his palm was on me, he started cressing, circling my nipples, pretending it was about the lotion I was stripping. Within seconds, I looked down and saw the massive bulge

in his shorts, thick, obvious straining. I guided his hand lower over my bikini bottoms, letting him feel how wet I was through the fabric while I ground against his fingers. Then I sat up, wrapped my hand around the hard outline, and said, thanks for the help, handsome. They'll come inside, soikeen, thank you properly. I let him in, bikini top dangling from one hand, his cock gripped through his shorts at the other. He muttered something breathless and spanish. I have

no idea what, but it sounded desperate and hot. And dropped the top. Sank to my knees in the living room, yanked his shorts down, and holy shit, long, thick, perfect upward curve A little harry down there. He clearly wasn't expecting get to hit his stick out to day, but I didn't care. I started with the tip, swirling my tongue, then took more and more, stroking with the base of my hand. Could barely close my fingers around him, gently playing with his balls. He tasted so good, clean, a

little sweet. I wanted to worship that cock for hours, but I could feel him getting close fast, so I pulled off, pushed him back on the couch, stood up, slid my bottoms off, climbed on top of his lap, told him I needed him to hold out long enough to make me come at least once. He shouldn't be hard since I was soaked right before I sank down. He stopped me condem God bless him. I explained it was on the pill since the divorce, but until he

shows me he's clean test, I'll cover it. We wrapped it up, reached into the end table where I stashed a box the day before, rolled it on, then slowly lowered myself on to him, feeling every inch stretch and fill me until I bottomed out. Paused to adjust to how thick he was, then started riding slow rolls at first so he wouldn't blow too soon, then faster as my orgasm built. His hands roamed everywhere, squeezing my ass, cupping my tits, pinching my nipples. I love a little

rough boob play. Found the agle that where my curve hit my spot perfectly, and I came hard, shaking and smothering his face between my breasts as I clinched around him. That sent him over. I felt him throb and pulse, filling the condom with pulse after pulse while I rode through my after shocks. When I finally slid off, his cock slipped out, soft and spent, and he looked like he'd fucked every thought out of his head. I started laughing,

not him, aunt myself. A month ago, I never would have imagined I'd be riding a guy half my age in my living room after only knowing him for five minutes, and now here I was officially a total slut for it. I told him that, and rit assured him I was happy laughter and that I regretted not doing it sooner. Once he could stand, I appealed the condom off and gave him his marching orders till absolutely no one get tested, so we can ditch the condoms next time and shave

that bush. He nodded like his life depended on it, grinning ear to ear door shut truck pulled away. I held up that warm, heavy condom, tipped it back, and let his whole loads slide down my back mouth. Sweet, thick, perfect. I want to train him to last longer so I can really work him over next visit. Oh and most of the TV and set up stuff finally showed up. Still waiting on that last piece tomorrow, but honestly, that feels like a dick distant second priority right now. Thanks

for reading my filthy secret, Nikki. I feel lighter and hornier than I have in years, always dripping and dreaming for round two. You're naughty. Yeah, I have never had a fantasy of a pool boy or girl. It just you know it. When I read these or get something like this, when something like it would never happen, I always think of someone like from the movie Nerds, where the nerd would go this absolutely happened to me and

everybody be like, you're right, you know? Uh? To him or her the naughty listener, how did you keep a straight face inventing that fake get together? And what was the update on Diego's next visit? Did he follow through on those marching orders? And to those of you who are listening, have you ever used a little white lie to spark a steam encounter? And did it pay off as deliciously as this? I would love to know For those of you are here, there was something that caught

my eye. I hate this. Sometimes I have a thought while I'm reading it and it is totally slipped. It kind of stinks, kind of grazing. It's not gonna It'll come to me, you know, when it comes back to me. After I let you guys go yeah, okay, Well go on, dear Niki. This happened back my freshman year of college

when I was just eighteen. I was five eight, pretty toned from all the swimming and volleyball, been obsessed with, skinnier than I am now, but still rocking, firm double de breast and big areolas in a perfect shaved pussy that I keep smooth for the pool. One morning, around eight fresh from the gym, I decided to check out the newly renovated campus pool. The place was basically empty except for some staff In the water. Two guys were

racing laps. I hit the locker room empty, thank god, stashed my stuff and scooped out the co ed showers with their private curtains, and headed back out. The guys had finished, were chilling on the deck and speedos, swim caps and goggles. One was about six feet tall, dirty blonde hair, green eyes, smooth body except for the sexy treasure trail. Liam and his friend Ethan was Asian, same height, classics swimmers build slim tone, broad shoulder, narrow waist, powerful leggs.

Both looked incredible. Hey guys, how's the water to day? Not too cold? I asked with a smile. Liam grinned back pretty warm, Actually, maybe too warm for us. I like it hot, I shot back, I'm Amanda. We chatted. Liam was chatty, Ethan quieter but sweet. They were seniors on the swim team, childhood friends. Ethan's stomach growled and they headed to the shower to grab food before class.

I said, by already feeling that spark. Over the next month, we became inseparable, burning swims every other day, lunches, hanging out whenever one breakfast file the ball came up, and I'd been a captain in high school. Liam's eyes lit up. His parents had a beach house near by with the sandy court, snacks and beach volleyball. This weekend, we're all in. Saturday morning, Liam picked me up Ethan's already shot gun. After a ninety minute drive, we pulled into this gorgeous

wooded lot with a two story house. We hauled gear to a private beach, sunny, blue, calm motion. I stripped down to my bikini, sports broad top and a tiny thong. They'd see me in swimsuits at the pool, but this was different, more revealing. Their eyes lingered, and yeah, they were impressed. They ditched shirts, set up the knit fast. Liam and I went first. I aced one right past them. He dove missed, thutted into sand. Ian laughed, calling points.

Liam fought back but lost. Then Ethan took over tougher opponent. We battled to a five five tie, sun blazing all of us, sweaty and sandy. Swim time, I said, peeling off my bikini and running naked into the waves. They stripped two speedoes off An chase me in God, they looked even better naked, sim My hard, above average cocks, low hanging balls. Ethan uncocked and shaved. Liam cut with a small blonde patch at the base. Lim's bubble was

compact and perfect, Ethan's tight and muscular. My pussy got instantly wet watching their glistening asses turn in the sun. You guys look great, I called, rinsing off, Thanks you too, Can you tell workout? Liam replied. After swimming, Leah pointed to the outdoor shower by the beach, rinse the salt soaps there. Still naked, we headed over four shower heads. Liam took the first one, Ethan the last. I took the second, right next to Liam. See him Liam lo

his smooth bodies, soaping that thick cock. I got wetter by the second. He struggled with his back and I couldn't resist. He Lium need help, he said yes. I grabbed the sponge, washed his back slowly, feeling those muscles under soft skin, then ditched the sponge, used my hands on his perfect ass, massaging, caressing. He was fully hard now washing himself and watched from a straw, stroking slowly under the water. I reached down massage Liam's balls, and

he moaned, you like that. I whispered, fuck, Amanda, don't stop. I pressed my tits to his back, reached round and gripped his stiff cock, and started stroking slow while kissing his neck. He breast against the wall, breathing hard. I played with his heavy balls too. Ethan was grinning, jerking faster. Liam spun and kissed me deep. Our bodies, pressed his cocks sliding between my thighs, teasing my wet buss. He kissed down my body, sucking my nipples, teasing my big ariolas.

Then knelt and buried his face in my shaved pussy, tongue exploding every fold. Then Ethan's cool fingers on my back and ass. I turned and kissed him deep and cut my tits from behind. Let's go inside, Ethan said. Liam lifted me easily, hands in my ass, mouth still on my pussy, and carried me in. Laid me on the living room couch. Ethan stood beside me. I grabbed his uncut cock and rolled back the foreskin, licked the head and savored his prey comb sweet and bitter. I

sucked him deep, groping his furm ass down below. Liam tongue fucked me, fingers on my clip. Ethan throbbed gunnacumb I pulled off, jerked him. Thick ropes hit my face and tits. I tasted some mm tasty. He kissed me hard. Liam stood, cocked, aimed at my pussy. I nodded and lifted my leg over his shoulder. He slid in, eager and deep thrusts. Ethan sucked my tits wet and sloppy. Yeah, harder, I cried. Liam pounded faster, come for me. My orgasm

hit hard, pussy spasming, screaming. Liam pulled out shot hot come across my stomach. He collapsed beside me. Fuck, Amanda, that was hot, Ethan said. We coddled and showled for real. Stayed the whole weekend, more fun, more everything, before heading back Sunday. That weekend changed everything. I still think about it when I'm horny. Thanks for letting me confess, Nicky, You're naughty college freshman back then, always reminiscing and ready

for more waves. Amanda, Well, hello everybody that joined in. Oh Betty, you have a picture now. I like it very sexy. Hello, Cassie, how you got? How are you guys tonight? I do recognize your name, Betty. I don't know why you'll come to me in a second. You've set one in, haven't you? Have you sent a compassion in Betty? Oh? Okay, well, somebody else has your name. I've read it Betty before before it meaning before Darcy

Chig her name and stuff. So back to Amanda, what advice would you give your eighteen year old self before that weekend? And do those memories still fuel your fantasies today? I'm gonna answer for it. And she says yes, Oh, I haven't seen Revenge on the Nerds? And like an Eon, it's just every time I read something like the one we read before the first story, I always think of a you know, the nerd table, Like if they told you, well I fucked you know this gorgeous milf, no one

ever would believe them. And for those of us that are listening, what's your take on group fun? Is it all about the chemistry like Liam and or Ethan? Or does spontaneity make it or break it? For you? Cassie, I'm asking you anytime you have multiples I pick on Cassie. I like picking on Cassie. Oh, well, basically, I don't want to do we want to sum it up for I mean, basically, she went to a pool house of two guys she knows in college and sex happened there.

But it's not that. That's not as sexy as it sounds. You have to listen to it later. But it is a you story. I should start changing all those to Cassie. Betty, is this story up your your alley here? I thought it was hot. I could go with it if the mood was there. I think, yeah, he just realized normally I'm the only lady here room full of men. I'm happy because normally it's like a room full of men, and you know ninety eight percent, Well, it says like

ninety five percent of my listeners are all men. I'm thinking some of those are couples, because I've had a people say it's a couple that listen. So lock the door. He's not letting any other guys in. Oh, I'm trying to start the next story. Red, Oh my, do you really think he could handle all three of us? Now he's got all these dreams in his head. You're gonna try. I was gonna say, Cassie's seems kind of wild. I don't know much about Betty yet, but from what I understand,

Cassie's kind of wild. Betty, we better take him first, of she might drain him dry. Oh goodness, guys, You guys can keep talking while I'm reading. By the way, it doesn't bother me. I shall I let you guys know or flirting, I should say, can keep flirting in the chat. It's songing to bother me, Dear Niki. This happened a little while ago when I was traveling alone, checked into this gorgeous upscale hotel. After unpacking, I decided

to hit the indoor pool for relaxing swam. When I got there, the place was completely deserted, no guest, no staff in sight. Perfect. I swam a few leisurely laps, enjoying the quiet in the warm water, then headed to the ladies locker room to shower off. I stripped down, stop, stepped under the shower head, and let the hot water cascade over me, naked, sudsy eyes closed. Then I heard the door. I turned, and there he was a young guy, early twenties, maybe frozen in the doorway, holding a stack

of fresh towels. His face went bright red. He stammered apologies like crazy. He'd swaped shifts with a female colleague who usually handled the women's area. He didn't mean to walk in. He was so sorry, over and over. He was adorable, awkward, sweet, flustered, and obviously hard. The bolt of his uniform shorts was impossible to miss. I just smiled, kept soaping my chest slowly and asked to stay in the calmest voice I could manage. He mumbled, let's call

him Jake, still rooted in the spot. I told him it was really okay, no harm done, and asked if he could hand me a towel. He nodded and walked over. When he got close, I took the towel from him and deliberately brushed my hand over the front of his shorts. Felt that thick, throbbing cock straining against the fabric. I looked at him, still smiling, and whispered, is this okay? He swallowed hard and nodded again, barely breathing. I slid

my hand right inside his shorts. God, he was thick, hot, hard, already leaking a little. I wrapped my fingers around him and started stroking slow and firm. He hesitated for half a second, then reached out and nervously cut my tits, thumbs brushing my nipples like he couldn't believe this is happening. I tugged his head back gently by the hair, pulled him in, and slid my tongue into his mouth. He kissed back hungrily while I pumped him faster. His hands

got bolder, squeezing, pinching my nipples just right. I could feel him throbbing in my grip, getting a little close already. I inked a short stown to his thighs so I could see it thick, rainy, flashed dark. A few more quick strokes and he moaned into my mouth, body tensing. Then he came hard. Hot, thick ropes of young cot shot all over over my thighs, my freshly shaved pussy, dripping down my legs under the shower spray. His cock

twitched and pulsed against my stomach. As I held him tied against me, milking avery drop, he laddled this long shaggy sigh, legs trembling. I kissed him softly on the lips one more time, smiled and said back to where cansome. He grinned, still dazed, still flushed, and pulled his shorts up, nodded like he'd just won the lottery, and hurried out. When I checked out the next morning, I left him a very generous tip and an envelope with a little

note that just said thanks for the excellent service. I still think about that sweet, awkward boy and how fast he came from me makes me wet every time. Thanks for being my safe place to spill. Nikki, You're always loving good hotel surprise. You're a forty three year old naughty traveler. We are really hit in the nerd Factory artw You know, if he ever got fought caught, he probably thought fuck it? You know, I mean, okay, let's

ask the guy in the room. When you were younger read if this happened to you, would you say fuck it? Knowing as you got caught it's probably your job? Well, so was he, So you wouldn't be okay with this, Like if you got caught and got fired, this wouldn't be like a wash, like you know, fuck it. I

don't like this place anyway. What I do like about this, though, is she didn't freak out and you know, possibly scaring for life, you know, I mean she did give him a great spank bank for years later, hopefully I'm gonna say barely legal. So at least I would say between eighteen nineteen did she say, I don't think she said young. She said early twenties, so I'm gonna say nineteen to twenty two. Yet it is the memories. He'll never forget it. So to her, what ran through your mind when you

first spotted up bulge? And did you have you ever turned another oops moment into something hot? And for the three of you or four of us in the chat room, how do you handle the unexpected chemistry in public places? Dive in like this, traveler, or would you play it cool? I was gonna say, red, you're being very sly here, but you definitely would have took that chance. And I think since she was in charge, you would have let it go. Oh yeah, dive in definitely, Betty, look at

mister flirty here, Dear Nikki. Back in the late eighties, I was a twenty five year old pool cleaner working in a ritzy neighborhoods, not some chiseled cabana boy. Fantasy, just your average six to one guy in freyed chlorine, bleached jean shorts, red chuck Taylor's, and a wife beat her tan. But I was there in the back yard every week like clockwork, and that turned out to be all the imitations some of these bored, well kept housewives needed.

It started innocently enough with missus Smith. One morning in the pump room. She brought me coffee in her house coat. We laughed about her fancy curig rich people shit. She told me to call her soux, and miraculously her robe started coming undone. She complimented my tan and comp I complimented her coffee, and the next thing I know, she lunges at me, saying she's been watching me cleaner pool for weeks. I held her massage that forty something ass,

pulled her close. She smelled expensive, lonely. We kissed. She grabbed my dick through my shorts and I rubbed her mound over her white hiphuckers. She mowed my name like she was starving, dropped the robe, begged me to kiss her down there. I knelt, turned her against the changing table and went to work. Three licks in and she was gone, shaking coming hard without me even getting my tongue inside. She stroked me while I stroked myself, and

then asked if we could wait till next week. I took her panties as a trophy, told the crew when they picked me up, whipped them out like a trophy. They lost their minds, you dog, but we never repeated. Sue got cold after that. Turns out she was best friend with missus Church Diane and word travels fast over cocktails at the country club. Wednesday. Runs always darted in the most exclusive part of the town, famous family cross the street, no pool, but the Churches had this stunning

glass walled house facing a design or pool. Shades always drawn until that morning. I'm vacuuming back to the house round the curve, and there she is in the master bedroom window. Forty something, petite, small tids, fine ass, blond, trophy wife, perfection. She forgot in quotes it was pool day, smiled and didn't move. I kept working, head down but stealing glances. She comes out in a short silk floral wrap. I apologize for not announcing myself. Bullshit. She knew. She says,

it's a beautiful morning. Then John, could you help me? With the bath house. I follow her already and zipping walking in, She's naked, drops straight to her knees. Diane was in eager, talented, cocksucker, great fuck too quick, hungry, multiple rounds that summer. Whenever she called the shots, always discreet, always in the bath house or pump room, she came fast and loud. Fast forward two years and I moved to key West Quite, quit Pools, selling electronics at Sears.

Diane walks in, extends the same hand she used to cherk me and says, you look really handsome with clothes on. Wait, that didn't come out right. We laugh. She rents a room at the Sherret and in that after that afternoon old habits. Then there was missus Allen Sallie in August of eighty seven, lawyers mid divorce, tall studded wand and a smart skirt, suits and heels. One day I accidentally hose her robin egg blue pump pope shoes while rinsing

the deck. She looks down, shock turns to excitement and says it'll be okay. Next week she's home with her college staged daughter both forgetting and quotes it's pool day. Salie in a light blue floral bikini, elastic tide bush peeking out on the sides, deliberate daughter in shorts and d They sip wine sunbathe daughter goes inside. Sallie spreads her legs wide on the chase, eyes me and I've over. Neil kiss her soft belly and tell her she's beautiful.

Love her bikini, she chuckles. I pull the bottoms aside and lick her till she's shaking multiple orgasms. Delicious never fucked her though. That bikini ended up in the pump house. I sniffed the crotch and jerked off to the rest of the season. Ran into her years later. She gained weight. Wasn't chatty, but the memories the poolboy trope is real, Nikki, I lived. It wasn't pretty enough for and only fans, but damn if I didn't make a few lonely rich

wives very happy that summer. Maybe I should write that book. Charge a couple bucks. You think anybody would read it? Thanks for letting me confess. Feels good to finally tell someone the full filthy truth your former pool boy, and proud of it. John. It really should have ended red, because Red. This is a story and if you didn't live it, this is like a second life for you. I'm just saying, Betty, I think we're reading Red's alter ego here. And if he did write that book, the

title would scream bestseller. And did any of those housewives ever track you down? Post Key West? Oh? I bet so. And for you guys who are listening, the pool Boy trope total fantasy or is it rooted in for now or reality? Geez my eyes tonight, I think it's kind of like a lie. Every thing is rooted in some truth.

I think it did somewhere. It did right, you know, all those years I was on the phone lines, I never did any no one ever asked for really like porn tropes, like to live out any of those, like the ones who've done this month, So no, I take that back. There was a guy that actually bought me dinner one night, yep, and all I had to do he paid for my dinner. And when he answered the door, I didn't have to be naked, but he wanted like a visual proof of me answering the door, like topless.

That was his thing. So he paid me three hundred dollars like immediately, So I went straight right, and as soon as the driver got there, I had him. I had my phone in my ear and I and this is like early early cell phone days, like the flip phone and stuff with the camera so grainy, and I took a shot of my tits and the I think I ordered pizza, I can't remember. And I didn't show his face. I only showed the like me, like from

my shoulders down tits. So somewhere somebody has a picture of my tits and somebody trying to handing me pizza. So that's as clothes as I've ever gotten to a porn trope anybody else? Oh really, I I never you know, that's a kind of treat it like this. I mean I've been places when people have met me, but I've never sent nuts, So you know, I just it wasn't my thing. I always played on people's imagination with my voice.

I mean I've been I can count on one hand how many times people asked, and I always told them I'm never no matter how good I look. I could be a stunning ten or fifteen, but I'm never gonna look like what you're picturing. And if it does, it's going to break the fantasy. And it's never gonna be the same, and they all turned me down after that.

That's what I always says. Yeah, so we're ending the show, Betty, the way we do this as we end the show, and then I give you a naughty tuckin, So stick around. Wrapping up these pool side confessions, here's what we can learn from the first story. Embrace your desires boldly. A little planning can lead to massive rewards, but also prioritize safety. In the condom chat, the beach else Tail tells shows us that building connections can amplify fun, trust and chemistry

turn good into unforgettable. Our hotel surprise reminds us that confidence flips awkward into awesome. Your own power in those spontaneous sparks, and John's adventures highlight how opportunity knocks in everyday routines. Discretion and consent keeps the memories sweet, not sour. As for life lessons. Overall, these stories scream that age, setting or status does not define passion. It's about seizing

the moment, communicating wants, and savoring the afterglow. Whether you're the teaser or the teased, keep it consensual and fun. And that riddle I start off dry and stiff, but after you work me your hands, I get all soft and pliable. You're right, it's Plato. You're right, Red, You've got one. Yay. Sometime though, I'm like, I have to I read the answer, I'm like, how does that work? And then I'm like, it's too late. My brain's fried.

I don't know. Sometimes I don't know. Sometimes she has to jump off for work and take a call like she did last night. You guys missed it last night. So I'm sitting here on Friday's batty. We do a what we call Choose your own sex Adventure, and I give you the topic when it's going to be, and you email me like your desires, your wants, whatever your kinks are, and I throw it in story for him.

And this week I asked for him in advance so I could just because it takes a long time to be in chat and read them all, so I just decided to ask them beforehand, and I did it a kid you not read. I was like to the last because it was nurses. So she was a traveling nurse and not only did she help them with medicine and that kind of stuff, but she also got them off in some former fashion. But I got down to the last house and she's in chat going, hey, Nikki, you're muted.

So I recorded like three quarters so and people were showing up. I'm like, well, maybe each other is a shy and I wasn't gonna worry about it now. I was completely muted, so I un muted and she got to hear the last last house. But that one is up now in Patreon, so you can hear it there. It's time for that night, naughty Tucket. Yeah, it was kind of like it was like, oh god, I'm a dorc. Monday's the next one at eight o'clock Central, well central standard,

and remember we set our clocks back tonight. Tomorrow. Monday is Bosses, so all confessions about the boss kind of thing. But for Red on the fourteenth, we're doing steak in bjday. Send them to me if you've got some, I can put it in for Monday. I don't only edit until like right before we get on and make sure it's pacewise for me, I can. I can keep my eyes on it, spell check it and everything doesn't take me that long. But send it to me if you want it in and that's it.