A Delicate Business
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charisstomaTitle: A Delicate Business
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 2698 (total 3724)
Continues from with So a Demon and a Human enter a Grocery Store Separately
Yeah, this is very wham bam.
Euan with a hangover cursed silently, realizing that he’d not done any dream scrying seduction the night before. He hoped Jerr was feeling similarly wretched.
It was amazing what a good night’s sleep and bright sunny skies could do to a person’s confidence in dealing with the world, Randall thought as he made his way earlier than usual towards his lecture. Last night was last night and nothing had happened, had it, he told himself. He’d handled it and if he saw the guy again well the guy had backed off as soon as he had threatened reporting him with the authorities as a sexual predator.
Taking a more peaceful quiet route through a tree shaded area Randall had to pass a man hunched over holding his head.
“You okay Big Guy?” Randall asked in a low voice, he knew a hangover when he saw one.
The answer was a groaned moan.
Fishing a water bottle out of his backpack, he set it on the bench and then went hunting his Advil. The man moaned at even the shaking of the pills out of the bottle. ‘Must have been some strong stuff you got into last night,’ Randall didn’t realize he was muttering.
“Demon Rum,” was whispered back as Randall took one of the guy’s hands and put the painkillers in it and Randall grinned that the guy had a sense of humor about him even in his state of pain to be making pirate jokes. Unscrewing the cap of the bottle he fit the guy’s fingers around it. “Drink that. The pills should help with the head. You’ve gotta drink a lot of water before you try to fall asleep after heavy drinking. That’s what I’m told anyway. I’ll stop back after class and check on you okay?”
As Randall stood, he heard a whispered, “Thank you.”
Randall made it back to the bench and hangover guy, reaching for the water bottle. “I hope you’re better and don’t have anything contagious ‘cause I have got the headache from Hell. Professor did a pop quiz the last 30 minutes. I did Calc. in High School and some of those questions … sheesh.” Randall swallowed a pair of the pink pills and took a swig of water. “Then he goes and says that if we’d read ahead in the text book we’d have been able to work the questions. He’s EVIL.”
“At least he didn’t beat you with a cane,” was directed at the ground. Hangover guy was feeling a bit better from the level of his voice and he hadn’t cringed that Randall had noticed as Randall had complained.
“They beat you with a cane?!”
“When I was younger and I was transferred into the proper course as soon as my parents found out. I wasn’t supposed to be taking an upper level sex ed. course yet and it would have been elective not mandatory. Decided to never take it. Parts of it were too extreme; not my thing.”
Randall swallowed, the pills were working fast because his head didn’t hurt, “Upper level sex ed.?”
“The spanking section wasn’t too bad, you have to start light and rub the person’s ass every couple strikes, mix the bad with the good,” was explained to the ground.
“Woah. What kind of school teaches that?” Randall had to swallow a couple times and sternly told his cock that no, that wasn’t something they’d like. Only problem was Randall had a problem muttering his thoughts out loud.
“When I feel better, I’ll demonstrate if you’d like.” He sighed, “Sorry about last night. I came on to you too forcefully. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
Randall jerked up from where he’d been seated bent over, mimicking the Hangover Guy so he could hear him and not talk too loudly. “That was YOU?” A moan answered him. “Sorry. Sorry,” Randall lowered his voice. “That was you? Level with me, are you crazy?” Like he would believe he was, if he was. “You came over all stalker, on me.”
“Look, when I’m feeling better I’ll take you out to dinner and maybe we can get to know each other better. I know a place that is safe, public and yet private at the same time.”
And that was how Randall ended up on a date to a very nice restaurant that had excellent service and the wait staff seemed to cater to his stalker’s every whim; whose name he still didn’t know, he realized, as he got back into the car for the next item on the agenda, their public yet private place. Serial murderers wouldn’t go to this much trouble surely.
Randall wasn’t so sure when they arrived at a place he’d heard of, everybody on campus had heard of it. You could either get an off campus job here, get laid here, or bring your own and get laid here. It was public and yet private. He turned and looked at his stalker repeating, “Safe, Public, yet private. How private were you expecting?”
“Very,” was answered. “I will make you a promise, nothing will happen you don’t want, but you have to give me a little leeway to convince you. There’ll be no drugs or alcohol to impair either of our judgments; it’ll be just you and me. I can teach you so many things and I’m hoping that one of them will be you wanting more time with me in the future.”
The kiss that followed did more than curl Randall’s toes and he found himself, somehow, being tenderly escorted up the walk and through the doors though he wasn’t sure how they’d gotten out of the car. He did catch the respectful, “Good evening, Sir. We’ve put you in room…”, and the rest faded away until his bare back met cool, what felt like silk, sheets. His stalker’s kiss was a drug in itself, a vague thought told him, and he reached up to draw him down for another.
He woke in the morning lying atop a hard comfortable body that purred slightly, hands petting his back lightly up and down, and with a feeling of fullness. Images from the night before floated by behind his eye lids. Small snippets of images; a hand that worked better than his own on his cock, a mouth that had effectively sucked his brains through that same cock, a finger pushing up into his ass while a voice told him to push out, that finger being replaced by something much larger that eased its way in and then out and then in again and with each repeat, sexual heat rose filling him to a litany of words that included; yes, more, and love; and always there were the kisses.
And still he didn’t know the guy’s name, Randall’s mind snapped back into focus.
He levered his way up, pushing with his arms and hands guided him to pivot on what was still embedded up his ass, he realized, the angle of that fullness rubbing deep inside at a place that made his cock seriously argue with his bladder’s concern.
“I’ve got to get up, bathroom,” Randall said as he tried to move off his perch.
A smile greeted that, “Ah a considerate lover tries to anticipate the needs of his mate,” and a hospital urinal appeared. “No need to move for things that don’t involve pleasure.”
Where the urinal came from Randall wasn’t sure. It was just suddenly there handy and bent legs rose behind him as hips shifted Randall’s body for ease of use of that urinal. His cock argued even more with his bladder, his balls entering into the discussion, but his bladder reasoned that once he was emptied there was no reason why his cock and balls couldn’t continue the party without his bladder’s irritating interference. There was a short pause as cock and balls discussed this before ceding control.
There was a great pleasure in emptying one’s bladder, Randall thought as the stream of hot urine rushed through his cock with a groan of appreciation and a full body shiver. A groan that came from his perch as well and his body remembered there was something else intruding and clamped down to explore what this something was with a milking kind of contraction of discovery. The urinal disappeared the same way it had arrived, however that was, but Randall’s attention was elsewhere and he gave an, “Oh”.
“Kiss me,” was commanded and as Randall bent forward in obedience those hips below him surged up to take up fucking him again.
Hunger’s grumbling was the next wanting that brought him from sleep on his still hard bed. He stretched his back, arms and legs in a full body stretch even if his legs were still bracketing the person under him. The hands on his ass held him in position, as if he could fall off that which was staking him.
“Food. I need food… and drink,” he said after consideration.
“Hmmm,” was purred back, “and what are you in the mood to eat?”
“Well not you until you’re bathed first. I know where that part of you has been recently.”
“So … not a cucumber right away,” was grinned at Randall drawing a laugh from him. “How did that cucumber make it through the night?”
“Mr. Cucumber was missing a bit of his length by the time I was done with him,” Randall smiled in as innocent a manner as he could.
“Ouch.”
“I could go for a relative of Mr. Cucumber though, on a cheeseburger with lettuce, onions, and tomatoes,” Randall tried cajoling, “And a side of an underground neighbor that’s been peeled, cut up and deep fried with lots of catsup on the side. Oh and an iced mocha latte.” He shifted slightly and moaned. “I don’t think you can get that here though. McD’s on the other side of campus.” Randall lay back down, “What do you think they’ve got available here?”
“Anything you desire, my mate.” There was a crinkling of paper and the rich smell of hot French fries.
Randall sat up hurriedly and damn if that cock didn’t rub in all the right places, they should have rubbed away all the lube by now but … he gave up and moved to something a bit more pressing, hunger and how McDonald’s had delivered to consider. The first crunching bite had him clenching down in gratitude.
“Alright,” Randall started screwing up the now empty bag and placing it in the hand that was held out for it, “how did…” He stopped the bag was no longer there. “How did you do that magic?” he tried tentatively.
“Magic,” was answered by with a grin.
“Magic doesn’t exist. It’s all sleight of hand,” he stopped as a rolling of the hips under him pressed again in just the right distracting way. “Okay, that’s magic,” he conceded yet again, “what you do to me, can make me feel, that’s magic but that,” he gestured to the still on display empty hand, “how?”
A purring and a shifting and Randall was on the bottom with a guy who could do magic above and still inside him. The eyes looking down at him, when his own eyes had reopened from appreciation of what that shifting had made him feel, had pupils like a interested lion’s, shot wide yet slightly slitted, with tiny flames seeming to be glowing within.
“Magic, Love. Demon’s magic. And you’re mine,” Randall heard and hardly noticed the change of room décor. “Now let’s continue working on a different kind of magic, our progeny.”
“Guys don’t get pregnant,” when dealing with the crazy it’s important to interject some sanity Randall thought.
“Demon, my love,” he pointed at himself. “Demon’s consort,” the finger moved to point at Randall, “and what we do together is magic.”
Alright he couldn’t argue with the magic part, Randall thought but the name thing needed to be dealt with. “I can’t keep thinking of you as Stalker Guy or Hung over Guy and I’m NOT calling you Demon Guy. So,” he pointed at himself, “Randall.” He turned his finger to point at the person, demon, demon person; mentally he threw his hands up; “And you are…”
There was a nod, “Yes. We are mated now and you need to know who I am so you can call me if you need me for something important. Like when those contractions start,” he wiggled his eyebrows. “And you’ll need to be introduced to my family. I’ve got a large family; my parents and siblings and their consorts and children, and then there’s my cousins and uncles with their consorts and kids and my second cousins and…”
“Stop. Stop right there.” Randall poked a finger into his demon’s chest, “I want a name. Your name.”
A wide grinned, “Euanel. My name is Euanel. Most call me Euan, which you can too but you can call me,” he put up his fingers and started numbering, “My love, Sweetheart, My lord and master,…”
“Cukey, if you’re not careful,” Randall threateningly frowned. His face cleared and set into a uncertain look, “So that’s it. No ceremony. No someone saying, ‘I now pronounce you mates for life. You can now kiss your consort’?”
“My mark’s on you for every other demon to see but we can go chose a ring for you.” Euan paused thinking, “In fact if you’re going to continue with your classes, which you don’t have to do unless you want to,” Randall tapped him on the chest to get him back on target, “you’ll need a ring so other humans will know that you are taken.” Euan punctuated that sentence by flexing his hips.
“Yes, that’s very distracting,” Randall nodded when his mind was returned to him, “so I can still go to school to finish out my term but what about if I want to take a break after. I’m a freshman and I’m not sure what I want to major in yet. Will I be able to go back to school later?”
Euan thought then nodded, “We’ll have to work out child care and you might want to help in the Academy’s Creche in the mean time when you’re ready to leave the house on your own. There’ll be classes we’ll have to take because though I know how to change a diaper in the human manner there’s other things I don’t know and then there’s the pregnancy/child birthing classes…” He smiled, “My birthing parent, Marcus, could use you’re help. He’s always putting anybody family to work with my siblings, at least the little ones, when they drop by.”
Randall shivered, “I’m really going to get pregnant?”
“Oh, yeah. Maybe not right of way but the fun is in the trying.” Euan gave a short slow in and out movement. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I’d like to get my legs into another position for a while and more kisses,” was told back.
Purring, Euan flexed one of Randall’s legs so he could be turned over without having to fully pull out. Randall found himself belly down with his hips supported by a firm pillow. He’d caught a sight of the pillow and he’d never look at one of those airline neck pillows the same again, he thought as his cock and balls fit into the notch where a neck would usually be supported in a larger version of what he was used to. Euan’s hand cupped him there, fingers rolling Randall’s balls and one finger pressing up behind them. A suckling kiss was pressed to the back of his shoulder and then Euan started fucking him.
“Making love, My Consort. We’re making love,” Euan corrected because darn it, Randall thought, his mouth was once again blabbing out his thoughts.
Euan laughed then purred, “Not this time, Love. Some Consorts can talk to each other mentally if they want when they’re gestating.”
Randall’s, ‘WHAT?’ had Euan pressing many small kisses to Randall’s shoulders as he altered position to hit just that right place in distraction. They’d have to move on in Randall’s education soon so that Euan didn’t suffer the painful fate of Mr. Cucumber.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 2698 (total 3724)
Continues from with So a Demon and a Human enter a Grocery Store Separately
Yeah, this is very wham bam.
Euan with a hangover cursed silently, realizing that he’d not done any dream scrying seduction the night before. He hoped Jerr was feeling similarly wretched.
It was amazing what a good night’s sleep and bright sunny skies could do to a person’s confidence in dealing with the world, Randall thought as he made his way earlier than usual towards his lecture. Last night was last night and nothing had happened, had it, he told himself. He’d handled it and if he saw the guy again well the guy had backed off as soon as he had threatened reporting him with the authorities as a sexual predator.
Taking a more peaceful quiet route through a tree shaded area Randall had to pass a man hunched over holding his head.
“You okay Big Guy?” Randall asked in a low voice, he knew a hangover when he saw one.
The answer was a groaned moan.
Fishing a water bottle out of his backpack, he set it on the bench and then went hunting his Advil. The man moaned at even the shaking of the pills out of the bottle. ‘Must have been some strong stuff you got into last night,’ Randall didn’t realize he was muttering.
“Demon Rum,” was whispered back as Randall took one of the guy’s hands and put the painkillers in it and Randall grinned that the guy had a sense of humor about him even in his state of pain to be making pirate jokes. Unscrewing the cap of the bottle he fit the guy’s fingers around it. “Drink that. The pills should help with the head. You’ve gotta drink a lot of water before you try to fall asleep after heavy drinking. That’s what I’m told anyway. I’ll stop back after class and check on you okay?”
As Randall stood, he heard a whispered, “Thank you.”
Randall made it back to the bench and hangover guy, reaching for the water bottle. “I hope you’re better and don’t have anything contagious ‘cause I have got the headache from Hell. Professor did a pop quiz the last 30 minutes. I did Calc. in High School and some of those questions … sheesh.” Randall swallowed a pair of the pink pills and took a swig of water. “Then he goes and says that if we’d read ahead in the text book we’d have been able to work the questions. He’s EVIL.”
“At least he didn’t beat you with a cane,” was directed at the ground. Hangover guy was feeling a bit better from the level of his voice and he hadn’t cringed that Randall had noticed as Randall had complained.
“They beat you with a cane?!”
“When I was younger and I was transferred into the proper course as soon as my parents found out. I wasn’t supposed to be taking an upper level sex ed. course yet and it would have been elective not mandatory. Decided to never take it. Parts of it were too extreme; not my thing.”
Randall swallowed, the pills were working fast because his head didn’t hurt, “Upper level sex ed.?”
“The spanking section wasn’t too bad, you have to start light and rub the person’s ass every couple strikes, mix the bad with the good,” was explained to the ground.
“Woah. What kind of school teaches that?” Randall had to swallow a couple times and sternly told his cock that no, that wasn’t something they’d like. Only problem was Randall had a problem muttering his thoughts out loud.
“When I feel better, I’ll demonstrate if you’d like.” He sighed, “Sorry about last night. I came on to you too forcefully. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
Randall jerked up from where he’d been seated bent over, mimicking the Hangover Guy so he could hear him and not talk too loudly. “That was YOU?” A moan answered him. “Sorry. Sorry,” Randall lowered his voice. “That was you? Level with me, are you crazy?” Like he would believe he was, if he was. “You came over all stalker, on me.”
“Look, when I’m feeling better I’ll take you out to dinner and maybe we can get to know each other better. I know a place that is safe, public and yet private at the same time.”
And that was how Randall ended up on a date to a very nice restaurant that had excellent service and the wait staff seemed to cater to his stalker’s every whim; whose name he still didn’t know, he realized, as he got back into the car for the next item on the agenda, their public yet private place. Serial murderers wouldn’t go to this much trouble surely.
Randall wasn’t so sure when they arrived at a place he’d heard of, everybody on campus had heard of it. You could either get an off campus job here, get laid here, or bring your own and get laid here. It was public and yet private. He turned and looked at his stalker repeating, “Safe, Public, yet private. How private were you expecting?”
“Very,” was answered. “I will make you a promise, nothing will happen you don’t want, but you have to give me a little leeway to convince you. There’ll be no drugs or alcohol to impair either of our judgments; it’ll be just you and me. I can teach you so many things and I’m hoping that one of them will be you wanting more time with me in the future.”
The kiss that followed did more than curl Randall’s toes and he found himself, somehow, being tenderly escorted up the walk and through the doors though he wasn’t sure how they’d gotten out of the car. He did catch the respectful, “Good evening, Sir. We’ve put you in room…”, and the rest faded away until his bare back met cool, what felt like silk, sheets. His stalker’s kiss was a drug in itself, a vague thought told him, and he reached up to draw him down for another.
He woke in the morning lying atop a hard comfortable body that purred slightly, hands petting his back lightly up and down, and with a feeling of fullness. Images from the night before floated by behind his eye lids. Small snippets of images; a hand that worked better than his own on his cock, a mouth that had effectively sucked his brains through that same cock, a finger pushing up into his ass while a voice told him to push out, that finger being replaced by something much larger that eased its way in and then out and then in again and with each repeat, sexual heat rose filling him to a litany of words that included; yes, more, and love; and always there were the kisses.
And still he didn’t know the guy’s name, Randall’s mind snapped back into focus.
He levered his way up, pushing with his arms and hands guided him to pivot on what was still embedded up his ass, he realized, the angle of that fullness rubbing deep inside at a place that made his cock seriously argue with his bladder’s concern.
“I’ve got to get up, bathroom,” Randall said as he tried to move off his perch.
A smile greeted that, “Ah a considerate lover tries to anticipate the needs of his mate,” and a hospital urinal appeared. “No need to move for things that don’t involve pleasure.”
Where the urinal came from Randall wasn’t sure. It was just suddenly there handy and bent legs rose behind him as hips shifted Randall’s body for ease of use of that urinal. His cock argued even more with his bladder, his balls entering into the discussion, but his bladder reasoned that once he was emptied there was no reason why his cock and balls couldn’t continue the party without his bladder’s irritating interference. There was a short pause as cock and balls discussed this before ceding control.
There was a great pleasure in emptying one’s bladder, Randall thought as the stream of hot urine rushed through his cock with a groan of appreciation and a full body shiver. A groan that came from his perch as well and his body remembered there was something else intruding and clamped down to explore what this something was with a milking kind of contraction of discovery. The urinal disappeared the same way it had arrived, however that was, but Randall’s attention was elsewhere and he gave an, “Oh”.
“Kiss me,” was commanded and as Randall bent forward in obedience those hips below him surged up to take up fucking him again.
Hunger’s grumbling was the next wanting that brought him from sleep on his still hard bed. He stretched his back, arms and legs in a full body stretch even if his legs were still bracketing the person under him. The hands on his ass held him in position, as if he could fall off that which was staking him.
“Food. I need food… and drink,” he said after consideration.
“Hmmm,” was purred back, “and what are you in the mood to eat?”
“Well not you until you’re bathed first. I know where that part of you has been recently.”
“So … not a cucumber right away,” was grinned at Randall drawing a laugh from him. “How did that cucumber make it through the night?”
“Mr. Cucumber was missing a bit of his length by the time I was done with him,” Randall smiled in as innocent a manner as he could.
“Ouch.”
“I could go for a relative of Mr. Cucumber though, on a cheeseburger with lettuce, onions, and tomatoes,” Randall tried cajoling, “And a side of an underground neighbor that’s been peeled, cut up and deep fried with lots of catsup on the side. Oh and an iced mocha latte.” He shifted slightly and moaned. “I don’t think you can get that here though. McD’s on the other side of campus.” Randall lay back down, “What do you think they’ve got available here?”
“Anything you desire, my mate.” There was a crinkling of paper and the rich smell of hot French fries.
Randall sat up hurriedly and damn if that cock didn’t rub in all the right places, they should have rubbed away all the lube by now but … he gave up and moved to something a bit more pressing, hunger and how McDonald’s had delivered to consider. The first crunching bite had him clenching down in gratitude.
“Alright,” Randall started screwing up the now empty bag and placing it in the hand that was held out for it, “how did…” He stopped the bag was no longer there. “How did you do that magic?” he tried tentatively.
“Magic,” was answered by with a grin.
“Magic doesn’t exist. It’s all sleight of hand,” he stopped as a rolling of the hips under him pressed again in just the right distracting way. “Okay, that’s magic,” he conceded yet again, “what you do to me, can make me feel, that’s magic but that,” he gestured to the still on display empty hand, “how?”
A purring and a shifting and Randall was on the bottom with a guy who could do magic above and still inside him. The eyes looking down at him, when his own eyes had reopened from appreciation of what that shifting had made him feel, had pupils like a interested lion’s, shot wide yet slightly slitted, with tiny flames seeming to be glowing within.
“Magic, Love. Demon’s magic. And you’re mine,” Randall heard and hardly noticed the change of room décor. “Now let’s continue working on a different kind of magic, our progeny.”
“Guys don’t get pregnant,” when dealing with the crazy it’s important to interject some sanity Randall thought.
“Demon, my love,” he pointed at himself. “Demon’s consort,” the finger moved to point at Randall, “and what we do together is magic.”
Alright he couldn’t argue with the magic part, Randall thought but the name thing needed to be dealt with. “I can’t keep thinking of you as Stalker Guy or Hung over Guy and I’m NOT calling you Demon Guy. So,” he pointed at himself, “Randall.” He turned his finger to point at the person, demon, demon person; mentally he threw his hands up; “And you are…”
There was a nod, “Yes. We are mated now and you need to know who I am so you can call me if you need me for something important. Like when those contractions start,” he wiggled his eyebrows. “And you’ll need to be introduced to my family. I’ve got a large family; my parents and siblings and their consorts and children, and then there’s my cousins and uncles with their consorts and kids and my second cousins and…”
“Stop. Stop right there.” Randall poked a finger into his demon’s chest, “I want a name. Your name.”
A wide grinned, “Euanel. My name is Euanel. Most call me Euan, which you can too but you can call me,” he put up his fingers and started numbering, “My love, Sweetheart, My lord and master,…”
“Cukey, if you’re not careful,” Randall threateningly frowned. His face cleared and set into a uncertain look, “So that’s it. No ceremony. No someone saying, ‘I now pronounce you mates for life. You can now kiss your consort’?”
“My mark’s on you for every other demon to see but we can go chose a ring for you.” Euan paused thinking, “In fact if you’re going to continue with your classes, which you don’t have to do unless you want to,” Randall tapped him on the chest to get him back on target, “you’ll need a ring so other humans will know that you are taken.” Euan punctuated that sentence by flexing his hips.
“Yes, that’s very distracting,” Randall nodded when his mind was returned to him, “so I can still go to school to finish out my term but what about if I want to take a break after. I’m a freshman and I’m not sure what I want to major in yet. Will I be able to go back to school later?”
Euan thought then nodded, “We’ll have to work out child care and you might want to help in the Academy’s Creche in the mean time when you’re ready to leave the house on your own. There’ll be classes we’ll have to take because though I know how to change a diaper in the human manner there’s other things I don’t know and then there’s the pregnancy/child birthing classes…” He smiled, “My birthing parent, Marcus, could use you’re help. He’s always putting anybody family to work with my siblings, at least the little ones, when they drop by.”
Randall shivered, “I’m really going to get pregnant?”
“Oh, yeah. Maybe not right of way but the fun is in the trying.” Euan gave a short slow in and out movement. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I’d like to get my legs into another position for a while and more kisses,” was told back.
Purring, Euan flexed one of Randall’s legs so he could be turned over without having to fully pull out. Randall found himself belly down with his hips supported by a firm pillow. He’d caught a sight of the pillow and he’d never look at one of those airline neck pillows the same again, he thought as his cock and balls fit into the notch where a neck would usually be supported in a larger version of what he was used to. Euan’s hand cupped him there, fingers rolling Randall’s balls and one finger pressing up behind them. A suckling kiss was pressed to the back of his shoulder and then Euan started fucking him.
“Making love, My Consort. We’re making love,” Euan corrected because darn it, Randall thought, his mouth was once again blabbing out his thoughts.
Euan laughed then purred, “Not this time, Love. Some Consorts can talk to each other mentally if they want when they’re gestating.”
Randall’s, ‘WHAT?’ had Euan pressing many small kisses to Randall’s shoulders as he altered position to hit just that right place in distraction. They’d have to move on in Randall’s education soon so that Euan didn’t suffer the painful fate of Mr. Cucumber.
