Trick or treat match: Harley and Monica vs Melody and ???

[RJD]

Harley's warning would fall on deaf ears as she was quickly pulled into the merciless smother of Melody. The softcore princess had remembered the rocker as a little cutie who had swooned over her in another promotion, but if there was any way for the rougher lightweight to send a clear message it would certainly be the exact actions she took when the softcore princess was at her mercy.

Melody would confirm that Harley wasn't going to sit on her face like last time, and as she did would press her sweaty breasts into Harley's face, the strong aroma immediately swirling deep inside the softcore princess' nostrils as her puffy cheeks were squeezed together and squished under her breasts, the sweaty skin coating Harley's face in her opponent's own sweat. One thing was for certain. Melody had certainly not laid back and relaxed before the match.

" Mmphmp..." Harley would whine out as Melody spoke, Harley feeling her face being lifted slightly, her eyes pointing up in their sockets to look at the woman smothering her as her face got redder from embarrassment, air deprivation and even erotic intoxication. Melody seeming like she was going to give Harley just a moment of mercy, before then rocking her shoulders wildly from side to side to slap the captured wrestler's face with her large breasts, the slick from sweat soft orbs somehow disorientating Harley more with each slap. Then while Harley had gotten somewhat used to having her cheeks slapped she would feel her face being plunged back into the sticky soft prison as every inch of her face was rubbing into tender glistening with sweat flesh.

By the time Harley's hands wrapped around Melody's side she would be far gone, she wouldn't even think to use that positioning to her advantage and rather would just desperately hold herself up, being somewhat hypnotised by the wild smother and almost feeling like she would fall if she didn't latch onto something. Meanwhile Clara continued to tease Monica, who at this point had finally reached her limit of sensual teasing and would just look down at her feet for a moment until it seemed the other wrestler's eyes weren't locked on her anymore.

Once Melody finally released Harley she would immediately fall onto her knees, eyes half closed as she just let out an odd mumble in response to Melody's words. " ughmnm..." Harley would grumble out, almost as if her lips were still somehow sealed although they obviously weren't. Regardless Melody would drag the softcore princess to her corner, Harley letting out a few cries as she slowly seemed to catch up to reality, having to crawl fairly quickly to keep up with her opponent tugging her hair, while Monica watched on in embarrassment as Harley crawled directly into their opponent's corner.

Harley would be lifted onto her feet and dumped into the corner still panting slightly as she weakly leaned back into it, not moving much as Clara entered the ring and stood in front of her, until the wrestler stood on the bottom ropes and her breasts loomed just in front of Harley's face. Although at this point Harley would be too late as Clara would lean forward, her warm incredibly bouncy bosom almost acting like an airbag as Zoey's face pretty much vanished from within. Clara luckily not leaning forward with as much force as Melody was, and in her new soft wonderland Harley would just squirm slightly as she turned her face slightly to the side to try and get some air but didn't fight back against Clara, Harley sweating a fair bit from the earlier smother.

Monica would watch on in shame, waiting to see what the pair had in store for her cousin next, till Melody suddenly pointed at Monica and got a glare in return. However it would become clear that Melody didn't plan to go back to her corner though, as she suddenly looked towards the bucket. The purple haired wrestler just entering the ring as Melody started to dart for it, trying to catch up with the rocker but unluckily even with her remarkable speed she couldn't make up for the time she lost as Melody grabbed and pulled out a trick from the bucket just as Monica was about to reach her.

[RiotGrrl]

Clara would work the smother on Harley taking time to lift up and just gently smush the girls face between her huge orbs that were pretty much head size. She reached up a hand and stroked the back of Harley's hair like she was trying to get her to sleep or comfort her. The main thing was Clara didnt have a vendetta against Harley like Melody did, the assistant was simply playing along.

She could hear a commotion behind her and removed her breasts from Harley's face giving the girl some much needed air, so she could see what was going on.

As soon as Monica entered the ring Melody was at the bucket. She plunged her hand in and grabbed a piece of paper. Melody was all attitude at the best of times but now she had gotten a significant smother on her arch enemy, she was strutting around like she won the lottery! Melody smirked at Monica and waved the paper in her face before snatching it away

"Nah nah. Your partner is about to get a whole lot of fun!"

Mel turned away and saw Clara who had now let Harley recover and breathe.

"Over here"

Mel commanded as Clara ever so kindly helped Harley to where Mel was standing. The crowd hushed as they wanted to hear what was written on the paper. The match pausing as per the rules so the trick, or treat could be announced.

Mel winked at Harley and slowly unfolded the paper. She wanted this to be as agonizing as possible. In a nice loud voice she bellowed out

"The team who gets this must give the......"

There was a pause. Mel stopped talking. The crowd all wondered what was going on. Melody swallowed and glanced up at Harley. Her eyes were now wider than before.

"The team who gets this must give the...."

She couldnt read it, so she mumbled incoherently the next time

"The team who gets this must give the....ugmgmg.. gthsssrgrvregeghheh!"

Melody bit her lip and closed her eyes. It didnt seem good whatever it was. Clara looked concerned and called out

"Um Mel?"

The rockstar opened her eyes and raised a hand to rub her forehead. She stamped her boot on the canvas and Clara came to see what it was. Mel handed her the paper and Clara has the same reaction, but not as terrified as Mel was.

"The team who gets this must give the....."

Clara's voice got quieter but could still be heard.

"...other team a free 10 second smother in total on one or both members...."

She held it out to Harley so she could take the paper and looked sheepish. Melody on the other hand was red faced and couldnt even look Harley or Monica in the eye now

The crowd went nuts at the announcement. A chant of "HARLEYS GONNA SMUSH YOU!" rang out which further added to Melodies misery

[RJD]

While Harley was mindlessly nuzzling into Clara's inviting bust and blushing as she appreciated the feeling of her long hair being played with Monica would not be engaging in quite as peaceful matters. Harley getting close to willingly dozing off in Clara's chest while Monica blasted across the ring as quickly as she could, just for her features to be overwhelmed with a sense of dread as Melody grabbed the trick and started parading around the ring while holding up the reward of her gambit and very clearly being more excited than Monica to read it. Regardless though Monica would be the first to see it though, and being a fairly quick reader she skimmed through it quickly enough to understand what was about to happen. Although, surely she had read it wrong, maybe she was overconfident in her reading skills. Still though, Monica's uncertainty would show in her expression.

Then Melody would call over Clara, who would guide Harley kindly too what seemed to be the conference circle as each party awaited their fate, Harley being dragged like a wounded warrior while her face gave off the impression more of a child spoiled so rotten she had forgotten how to frown. Harley would look up at Melody though and break into a slight nervous sweat as she clicked back into reality, not sure if she could survive another smother from the rocker so soon after her last one which had more or less temporarily broken Harley's mind.

The moment lasted an eternity, as if being punished by some god the fateful line would be dragged out over and over. Harley was certain she had derailed from the tracks of reality at this point and would look pretty drained until Clara reacted in a way that suggested otherwise, Harley's expression quickly changing from hesitant acceptance to confusion. Then slowly but surely Clara would read out what was written on the trick and as she came to a conclusion Harley would be handed the paper and read it herself, then snap back into reality with that signature smirk as she looked up bright eyed at Melody as if she had just been gifted something spectacular.

Monica seeing Harley's reaction would pretty quickly open her mouth, knowing exactly what the lightweight was going to say. " Yeah sure, you can have all 10 seconds. " Then without even properly thanking Monica, instead just pointing her smile in her direction for a moment before returning her sights to Melody Harley would charge forward. The softcore princess wrapping her hands around Melody in a warm embrace.

" Thank you so much Mel! I know you love this stuff, so I'll do my best. " Harley would announce, mostly to Melody before she would wrap her arms around the woman and then crouch down, trying to force her opponent to do the same before then trying to push her backwards while still holding onto the wrestler to gently place her down on the canvas. Harley smiling as she maintained eye contact with Melody, her hands still on her opponent's shoulders as she straddled the woman's stomach. Harley not wanting to let this opportunity go to waste would push down with her hands to make sure her opponent's shoulders were firmly planted upon the canvas, then she would excitedly nudge her body upwards, one thigh at a time as she slithered up the rocker's body. Then once she sat on her opponent's chest Harley would ponder for a moment, drawing out the experience on accident as she was likely torturing the punk under her even more.

Then with a look of realisation Harley would speak. " I know! " The raven haired wrestler chirped, grasping her opponent's hand and raising it over her head, Harley lifting her own thigh so she could get past it with the hand, then Harley would do the same with the opposite hand, lifting her opposite thigh so she could get it above Melody's head. Then Harley would pin both hands to the canvas, stretching them as much as possible, and placing her thighs down upon the bottom of her opponent's arms as she sat just bellow Melody's chin, nudging up from her chest and looking down at Melody.

" Alright, this is good right? " Harley would ask, before then lifting her hips and dropping them forward, her thick thighs spreading out enough to completely squish her opponent's arms under her thighs, while her white panty covered crotch consumed Melody's face, but of course didn't cover her eyes.

Then finally getting into position Harley would start to slowly drag her hips from the bottom of Melody's face to her nose, before then shaking her butt cheeks slightly to squash her opponent's lips under her cheeks, Harley letting out a slight coo as she did so before nudging backwards till her cheeks were stationed yet again at the bottom of Melody's face. Then Harley would slowly grind her hips forward.

" One..." Harley would purr out as she closed her eyes during the hump before then opening them again. " Two..." Harley teased, just looking down at Melody for a moment without counting, for certain milking the 10 count for all it was worth. " Oh wait...Pause. " Harley would giggle, before then looking over at the cameras and moving some of her hair out of her face, and then bouncing twice on Melody's face as she smiled at the camera before looking back down at Melody. Harley cupping her own breasts and starting to fondle them, causing her to moan out as she continued to hump Melody's face, no longer consistently humping her one time with each count. " Three..." Harley would moan out, struggling to even complete the one number as she teased her own breasts, squirming atop her opponent's face as she did so, hips swaying from one direction to the other as she shifted her weight atop Melody's face.

Harley then squeezing her opponent's cheeks with her thighs and giggling as she looked down at Melody, yet again neglecting her count. " Four...? " Harley would slowly say as she grinded her panty covered sex atop her opponent's face, the fact that Harley had almost forgotten what number she was on would be painfully apparent.

[RiotGrrl]

Melody was distraught, and in the same breath absolutely turned on. By her own actions she has been delivered the warn embrace and bosom of Harley. If only! As the trick was handed to Harley and read out, the Princess beamed with happiness. It seemed like she skipped towards Mel who stepped back shaking her head.

The hug made Melody cringe. She froze to the spot and went stiff as a board. Not least because Harley smushed her large round breasts against Mel's. The Princesses words cut through Mel and she glanced at Clara who backed away. Nothing was going to save her from Harley's pleasure.

As she began to feel herself pulled down, Melody started to try and stall

"OK Harley. Haha funny joke right? We... we don't need to do... do this??"

Harley however was not going to let this moment slip away. Melody groaned as she was pushed down to the canvas, her legs kicking softly as her feelings betrayed her attitude. She timidly glanced at Harley and couldn't really take her eyes off those huge breasts that she knew so well from previous smothers. As Harley pinned her hands down, Mel again bit her lip and shuddered, as Harley edges closer.

"ACK! Harley look, sorry for calling you names just don't sit on... MMMFFF!"

Too late. The sexy Princess settled down on Mel's face and was beginning her count. Melody could hear each word Harley said and have muffled whines which no doubt tickled against the Princesses thinly covered sex. The rocker could feel how wet Harley was but couldn't help herself. The scent and weight was intoxicating and against all her will, Melody began to lick and nuzzle, hungrily trying to devour Harley!

Mel had lost control. Her secret was in danger of being told to everyone. She loved being Harley's smother toy. She always had! The redness from the intensely erotic smother and her own humiliation must have been burning through Harley's wet underwear

The crowd began to cheer as Mel shuddered and squirmed suddenly. There was a large wet spot on her white panties as she came! Harley would of course not know immediately due to the position and the fact Mel's skirt covered her panties, but everyone else knew

[RJD]

Harley had been given many things for free on her life, yet this triumphed over them all. As the softcore princess slowly guided Melody to the canvas the rocker could do nothing, the raven haired wrestler didn't need to worry about resistance and was excited to lock in an unopposed smother. Then of course Harley took it to the absolute limit, milking the smother for all it was worth.

Harley would solemnly enjoy her time atop Clara's face, prolonging the count as much as possible as she smooshed her giant hips into the rocker's face. " So...smooth. You've got such a pretty face and comfortable cheeks. " Harley would say, outright not counting for a moment as she bounced atop Melody's face to squish her over and over, the raven haired wrestler's spreading her thighs wide as she did so.

" Oh yeah, five. Sorry, forgot to count. " Harley would say with a giggle, squeezing Melody's cute cheeks between her thighs to make her hold a silly face. Harley laughing at her handiwork before then bending forward, closing her thighs as she wildly swayed her hips from one side to the other, occasionally lifting her hips and immediately droping then back into Melody's face in a circular motion.

" Six! only four more to go! " Harley would announce, before then spreading her thighs again and getting ready to deal the finishing move.

Harley suddenly starting to hump Melody's face, picking up speed immediately as she pushed her covered sex against the rocker's nose and lips.

" Hmmm... ug-h, s-s-seven. " Harley would almost fail to say due to moans escaping her lips as she fucked Melody's face with tremendous energy, giving the rock star the most ahgggressive ride of her face.

Harley forgetting to count for a moment as she felt her orgasm come on, raising her time atop Mel's face for what was at least another two seconds before remembering the count just as the softcore princess could feel herself nearing climax.

" E-ei-eigya! I-I'm...coming! " Harley cried out as she finally felt her sweet release atop Melody's face, her panties flooding with and failing to hold in her cum as she held onto Melody's face to ride out her orgasm until she finally say static atop the rocker's face.

Harley panting for air and being awfully red cheeked as she simply say atop Melody's face, letting her dripping panties squish into Melody's lips as the ref watched on, very much not doing her job as Harley had neglected the count several times.

" Phew...eight... " Harley said, her thighs trembling as she looked down at Melody exhausted, giving her the biggest smile she could muster.

" Nine...aaaaaand..Ten." Harley would say, at long last completing her count that was likely twice the length it was meant to be. Meanwhile a blushing Monica looked on as Harley peeled herself from Melody's face, before then crawling over her head and sitting against the mat as she panted.

" So...What wasn't I going to do again? " Harley would tease, letting out a tired giggle as she looked over her shoulder at Mel. " Anything else you wannt me to- I mean... don't want me to do? " Harley would ask, her tone making her question not seem rhetorical, which was likely terrifying to Melody considering what came from her saying Harley wouldn't sit on her face.

[RiotGrrl]

Melody just couldn't help herself or hold on. As she came hard, she felt deeply humiliated in such a public venue, but Harley had this power over her. The width of the Princess' hips meant with every thrust she was literally swallowing Mel's trapped face. All Melody could think was back to earlier meetings where the Princess overpowered her and and smothered her every way possible. The memory combined with the delightful heat and wetness drove Mel wild. She was Harley's smother toy whether she liked it of not. She just happened to love every moment of it. If she dropped her wild rocker and harsh attitude, Harley might even date her?

Perhaps it was the suffocation, perhaps of was she whole experience but Melody was completely out of her depth in a sea of ecstasy. She nuzzled deep, licked hard and made muffled sounds as Harley rode her. The teasing nature of the Princess was unbearable and incredible. As the count slowly progressed, Mel didn't want it to end as she tried to bring Harley to the edge and not only go past it, Mel was literally going to push her hard over it!

The rock star opened her eyes to see heaving breasts which bounced, and Harleys soaked crotch. She moaned like a whore as Harley played with her, moving from dominant mistress to playful kitten. All of it blew Melodies mind!

They moved past six and it happened. Melody felt the shudders, the increase in the heat and weight on her face, not to mention the scent of Harley's imminent release. By now, Melody was a sweaty red faced mess. She was being humped like Harley wanted to erase her face. The breathless count continued and the crowd were just as turned on.

Clara stood in her corner and bit her lip. She should help her partner, but rules were rules. Instead she squirmed, her legs rubbed together and she actually caught herself stroking the front of her cotton panties such was the display of the pair.

Ten soon arrived and Mel was freed from the Trick. She lay there still gasping and mouthing not realising initially that Harley had slid off her face. She opened her eyes and took deep breaths. They were still laden with Harley as her mouth and nose were full of the deep sexual scent. As the Princess teased her, the humiliation started to sink in, just like the afterglow. Mel raised her hands to cover her face, she pawed down along her cheeks to wipe Harley away.

Melody rolled over her tummy and raised her head, pushing shakily up to hands and knees. If she looked Harley in the eyes, she would crumble and let both Monica and Harley have their way.

"Gah! I am going to do double to you Harley....."

It sounded a half hearted threat but Mel was so turned on all she wanted was to ride the girls face now. She crawled away and flopped in front of Clara who tagged herself in. The assistant got into the ring and sheepishly stood awaiting to see if Harley or Monica was going to face her

[RJD]

Harley may not have realised that Melody had reached orgasm with her face feel between her legs yet, she could however tell just how much Melody moved it. Treating her opponent's arousal and awe as if it were a compliment of sorts the flattered lightweight would continue her endless teasing of Melody to the point where even she was aroused, and got herself off atop the rocker's smooth face and well placed features.

Hell; Melody herself despite claiming she'd never let Harley sit on her again was more than willing to satisfy the softtcore princess while Harley rode atop her. Harley succeeding in delivering a once in a lifetime facesit while the rocker succeeded in making the ride as pleasurable and memorable as possible, Harley blasting over the line instead of just crossing it, leaving one hell of a mess of her panties and victim's face.

Finally separating her wide hips from Melody's face the softcore princess would hear Melody's conflicted words after taking her seat on the canvas. " Sure please do, If you don't mind me chewing through your panties. " Harley would tease, before then realising that she had infact just did that right at the start of the match.

Harley was tempted to stay in the ring and fight, especially since the fans were a solidly supporting her. However the softcore princess was willing to share the spotlight with Monica since she a family, plus she would likely need some time to let her sweaty body dry out from that workout. Slowing getting up to her feet and dragging herself to her corner still tired from the orgasm Harley would tag in Monica.

The tallest Jackson family wrestler would then walk to the middle of the ring to meet with Clara while she looked the wrestler up and down. " Yeah, Sorry but I'm going to wipe the floor with you. Unless you're at least twice as good as your partner you may as well just stand there while I go dig a trick out of the bucket. " Monica would proudly claim, putting her arms in the air to heavy clearly call for a test of strength, the purple haired fighter curious to see if she had underestimated Clara's strength or if her guess was right on the money.

[RiotGrrl]

The match had gotten off the a hell of a start, and the fans certainly got their treat whichever team would be on top. As Melody slipped out of the ring she sat on the corner, her face still red and slick from Harley's facefucking humiliation. She took deep breaths each one reminding her of what it was like between Harley's thighs. In Mel's mind, absolute heaven, despite all her affirmations to the contrary!

Clara now had her turn and looked a little worried by Monica. The girl seemed all attitude and intent on smushing the assistant. As Clara heard the girls words she raised a hand and placed it against her cheek, she was actually contemplating the offer! Her eyes trailed over Monica and she remembered all those out of ring reactions. With a smile, she simply walked a bit closer to Monica and said

"Hmmm how about I wipe your face between my breasts like I did your partner and then I get to choose?"

It was the playful smile that Clara flashed which was odd. It was like she didnt quite grasp the concept or meaning of Monica's threat. The assistant matched the girls pose and linked hands. Clara wasnt massively strong but she was smaller than Monica which did give her a slight leverage over her as she was always lower down. If she could Clara was going to stretch their arms out so that her own massive breasts would squash against Monica. It was also a move that would bring them very close, and despite her few inches difference, Clara was in the ideal position to tease the Scottish girl.

Unless Monica made good on her promise to wipe the floor with Clara, the assistant would lean in close, almost up on her tip toes and playfully nuzzle Monica's neck with a breathy gasp. Her nipples were hard and in a lot of ways, Clara was really getting into the close semi erotic nature of wrestling. For really the first time, she was aware of her breasts and how others saw them, they could be a good weapon to use, along with her desire. Figuratively, she was being let loose, years of abuse by Chloe was unraveling, and there was a very open and playful beast awakening inside Clara who needed close physical contact and attention

"I saw you looking at me from across the ring, you really like me, just admit it...."

Clara would giggle and whisper into the ear of Monica, her hot breath flowing over the Scottish girls alabaster colored skin. Again she would nuzzle but this time try to let the warmth of her mouth caress the girls earlobe. If she could, Clara would attempt to slip a sneaky foot behind Monica's left leg and look to push forward to the pair could topple down to the canvas. Just as she had managed with the Rosette Sisters in another match, Clara was the awkward accidental wrestler but this was a calculated move to get Monica on the ground for a nice close inspection of the assistants generous cleavage

[RJD]

Monica had been the one to suggest the idea of Clara just watching her go dig out tricks from the bucket, sure it would be easy, but the awkward silence as Clara considered the option was more than enough time for Monica to realise just how unsatisfying that would be.

That brief moment would make Clara's following offer all the more surprising, the tough lightweiiight visibly being shook by the sudden sensual words. Monica would keep her cool though and fight away her blush as she linked hands with Clara, believing that it was fairly certain she was stronger.

Unfortunately for Monica though the bustier wrestler had different plans than eventually losing in a battle of strength. Clara was small, but that would partly work in her favour as it made it easier for her to fully plant her weight downwards and apparently focus on pulling Monica's arms to the side. With some struggle the conflicted wrestler could turn such a situation to her advantage, but Clara had yet another unexpected spice to throw in the pot.

Clara rather than trying to push Monica back would instead just press her heavy chest into the tough loghtweight's own chest, causing her to blush but not immediately making her lose much ground. Monica wanted to persist, but as the busty wrestler stood on her tip toes and directed her steamy breath to Monica's neck the oldest of the Jackson pair would be fairly distracted.

Then while Monica tried to silently fight off her embarrassment Clara would say something that even Monica couldn't ignore. " W-what? You look good, but I was only looking at you cause you looked at me. " Monica would desperately explain, as if she were about to be framed for some heinous crime.

The purple haired wrestler would finally cave in when Clara started to tease her earlobe with her ripe lips, earning a slight squirm, low moan and even distract the wrestler long enough for Clara to put her plan into motion. The bustier wrestler sneaking her leg behind Monica's own before then purposefully falling atop the purple haired wrestler's body as she fell.

" Ough! N-no...y-you're misunderstanding. " Monica would plead, currently in shock over the fact she had been taken down in fairly decisive manner by her inferior in terms of wrestling ability. The rough lightweight knew she was going to have to deal with sensual foes one day, but regardless of that fact it was clear she was ill prepared. Monica's ragged features hopefully concealing the slight fear in her eyes.

Meanwhile the still hot and bothered Harley watched on, practically playing cheerleader at ringside as she shouted various words of inspiration at Monica. Harley being surprised that Monica had been taken down, although after she remembered just how embarrassed Monica was to show off a little skin it made sense that such a flirtatous plan would likely leave her helpless.

" Come on Monica! You can kick her butt if you just shrug off your shame! " Harley would call out, Monica hearing her words but seemingly being to engrossed in squirming under Clara.

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Monica and Clara linked up and immediately the young assistant moved to bring them together, breasts smushing and in a close embrace. Clara did all she could to distract the cousin of Harley and it worked. With a sly trip she managed to get the girl down and was on top. As Monica protested, Clara would bring her finger to her lips giving a SHHHH motion. The move may have seemed odd within a wrestling match but Clara was on a roll, she had seen the effect her body had on Harley, and now Monica was about to get the same

"I know what you want...."

Clara would crawl up Monica's body just to let her big full breasts loom over the girls face as she tried to reach for her hands. If she could she would try to pin Monica's arms down and then just hold the girl for a second, to let the situation sink in. With a playful wink, Clara would drop down, smushing Monica's face deep between her generous cleavage.

"Lets see if you like this as much as your cousin?"

Clara giggled and proceeded to purr with delight at the hot breaths against her flesh. It wasnt quite a full body pin as Clara hadnt secured the girls legs or had that much of her body weight on Monica, but it was enough for the ref girl to drop and begin to count.

"ONE!"

On the outside, Melody had finally wiped her face clean of Harley and was now stood, trying not to catch the girls gaze because one tease from Harley and she would be completely gone again. All Mel's desire to smother and beat her arch nemesis was paper thin at the moment. However she saw Clara and shouted out

"Yeah Clara. Smother her out. OMG shes actually wet!!"

Mel was doing her upmost to try and humiliate Monica and make it uncomfortable for her whilst Clara's soft sweaty pillows did their work. It also meant that if Clara could score a pin she would get a capsule from the bucket, a capsule that could be very good, or as Mel knew, very very bad! The rocker could see Harley in the corner of her eye and swallowed hard.