#dark!ted garcia

He was tired of you heckling him at his speeches, protesting outside his office with your little friends, and talking shit about him online. But you couldn't get enough of the dark look he’d shoot you any time you showed up. More than once, you caught him checking you out.

Sexual tension was at the root of it from your perspective: The two of you wanted each other so bad, but he was off limits, and so were you. You were left with this game of cat and mouse where you'd both go home and touch yourselves thinking about how bad you wanted each other. 

Or at least, that's how you saw things. 

To the Mayor. you were truly a pain in the ass. Before you started dating his son, he'd never taken notice of you as an individual, but he did know and loathe your group of friends. As it turned out, you were one of the worst. You were a spoiled little brat who liked to talk like she knew how the world worked. Like she was an authority on everything. You'd never worked a day in your life. He couldn't stand you. 

With time, your antics took on a flirtatious undertone. A wink at him from the crowd while you held your middle finger up. Dressing like a hooker at your dumb little protests. Walking around his house in nothing but a t-shirt and panties. You must have thought it was so cute. Ted thought it was gross that you fucked his dumbass son. The way you made eyes at Ted gave him second hand embarrassment for you, although he would be lying if he claimed he hadn’t thought about fucking your brains out.

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It all came to a head one night when your boyfriend had passed out drunk, Ted was up late watching cinemax, and you decided to make your move.

The mayor was exhausted from the campaign trail. Too tired to even jack off. He was lazily palming himself over his sweatpants watching softcore porn, and he got thirsty. 

You slinked down the stairs just in time to catch him standing up with a deep stretch, and his visible erection made you twitch. You padded over to the kitchen in a t-shirt and panties and watched him get a beer out of the fridge. He pretended not to notice you, then after he opened the bottle he shot you a glare and walked right past you without even a glance to your tits. 

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You joined him on the sofa, where he’d been sitting for an hour or two from the looks of the empty bottles crowding the end table. He looked weary. Maybe drunk. “Need somethin’?” he asked. 

“Yeah,” you said. 

He looked at you like you were dumb. “Okay, what?”

“Your son’s asleep,” you hinted. 

“Good for him,” Ted deadpanned, not taking the bait. 

You got closer to him on the sofa, and his face darkened as you reached for his sweatpants. You grabbed his thigh and a smirk spread across one side of his face. He took a sip of beer, put it down, then stretched his arm over the back of the sofa to watch you. Amusement played on his eyes as you slid your hand up his thigh, toward his groin. 

He raised his eyebrows and glance down at himself, daring you to go for it. 

And you did. You slid your hand onto the hard shape in his sweatpants and your pussy clenched. He let you massage his cock for a few seconds. Then, when it twitched under your palm, he snatched your wrist. 

“I thought I told you to cut the shit,” he said. 

Your heart skipped a beat. “Sorry,” you whispered. 

“Had enough of your games,” Ted said, and leaned toward you, then threw your wrist away. His presence darkened. 

“It’s not a game,” you protested. 

“Not a game,” he chuckled. 

“I mean I really want-” you reached for his crotch again.

“Oh, I know ya do,” he laughed, taking your wrist again. “You think that’s what I want?” He placed your hand in your own lap and left it there. 

“I’m not gonna tell anyone,” you promised. 

“Honey,” he chuckled as he got out of your space. He was so condescending. “Oh, wow,” he remarked to himself in apparent disbelief that you really thought this was going to happen. 

“Alright, prove it,” he said. 

“I was…” you protested. 

His voice darkened, “No. That’s not how this works.” 

Your heart raced with excitement as his eyes traveled down your body. 

He lowered his volume and raised his eyebrows.  “This is your last chance to go back upstairs.” 

You bit your lip and stayed right where you were. 

He took a sip of beer, then held it against his thigh as he turned to face you, like he was settling in as part of an audience.. 

“Show me your dirty snatch,” he commanded. The crudeness made your cheeks burn. 

You stood up and obediently began to lift your t-shirt.

“I said your snatch,” he corrected you. 

Miffed that he didn’t want to see your tits as well, you quickly stepped out of your panties, then lifted your t-shirt just enough so he could see your mound. 

He studied between your thighs for a moment, then nodded toward the sofa for you to sit back down. He adjusted himself, then said, “Go on, lay back, spread your legs. Let’s see that sloppy gash.” 

You put a cushion behind your head, dropped one leg off the sofa, and lifted your other knee up. The air on your cunt was sobering. 

His brows knitted, and he squinted at your cunt. He took a sip of beer. “Spread her for me,” he commanded. 

You reached down with one hand, and he said, “both hands.” 

You spread your pussy lips wide open for him, and he let out a low whistle. 

“Did my son do that to you?” he asked. 

Your face felt like it was on fire. “Do what to me?” you asked, glancing down as if you could see yourself. 

He looked at your face for a moment, then said, “Uh. Nothin’, sweetheart.” 

You awaited his next instruction. 

He finished his beer, then looked at the empty bottle in his hand, and a pit formed in your stomach. 

He looked at the bottle then at your cunt. “Rub your clit,” he said. 

You gathered slick from your drooling hole, then began to rub yourself slowly. 

He palmed his arousal, watching you touch yourself, then he got situated for what he was about to do. He laid one massive hand on your bare knee, making your belly buzz with arousal. Then he brought the beer bottle between your legs. 

When you took your hand away, he shot you a look. “Did I say stop? Tilt your hips for me.” 

You tilted your hips to give him better access, then began to rub yourself again. 

“I know you touch yourself better than that when you think about me, sweetheart,” he taunted as he brought the lip of the bottle to your cunt. You rubbed yourself faster and he teased your entrance with the smooth glass, then used it to nudge your pussy lips apart again. 

“Shouldn’t take long,” he murmured, then pushed the glass bottle into you, sliding the whole neck in. The cool glass in your cunt made you tingle all over. He paused with the neck of the bottle all the way in your cunt and asked, “Really thought I’d stick my dick in this, huh?” 

You bit your lip and with your face hot, you kept rubbing yourself.  You glanced at his pants and were satisfied to see he was even stiffer. 

He pushed further, and as the neck of the bottle broadened into its full girth, your body put up some resistance. 

Ted wore a look of concentration as backed up the bottle by an inch, then twisted it as he pushed it back into you, and then some. “Deep breath,” he said. “Keep rubbin’.” 

The hand on your knee slid down to your thigh, giving himself leverage. He lowered his face for a closer view as he pushed the bottle into you, spreading you open. His lips parted as your cunt swallowed the first inch of the bottle’s body. “Breathe,” he glanced up with the reminder, then smiled at your cunt.  His eyebrows raised as he pushed further. The burn made you tense. “Rub her through it, c’mon,” he whispered, and you rubbed yourself, getting close to edging territory. 

He gave the bottle a slow twist, pushing more of it in, until the lip met your cervix. There was just enough of the bottle left outside your cunt for him to have a good grip on it. He twisted the bottle and slowly fucked you with it. “Mm,” he grunted. “Yeah, just like that.” He watched your face overcome with arousal as you worked your fingers, and he fucked you with the bottle. 

“Way too easy,” he mumbled as he slid the glass in and out of you. As you got close to coming, your thighs began to shake, and he slid the bottle out of you. He used your shirt to dry the neck of the bottle, Then let out a low whistle as he looked at your gaping pussy. 

He squeezed his cock through his sweatpants, and for a moment, you hoped he was about to put it in you, but instead he brought the fat end of the bottle to your cunt and pushed it right in with a low chuckle. He wrapped his hand around the neck and hovered over you. You looked at the tent in his pants, and he braced his free hand under your arm, then fucked you with the bottle, with his hand meeting your pussy lips each time the bottle disappeared into your cunt.  “Come on,” he encouraged you. 

You closed your eyes and rubbed yourself with your cunt spread wide around the bottle. 

“That’s it,” he cooed as your face twisted. Then, just as you began to cum, he slid the bottle out of you, and pushed three fat fingers into your cunt. You clenched around them, and he watched your face. “Uh-huh,” he hooked his fingers as your cunt hugged them. “There ya go.” 

You whined as you finished coming, and your hips lifted into his hand. 

As your cunt relaxed around his fingers, you kept your eyes closed in embarrassment, then felt him cluster his fingers together and add his pinky. Your eyes fluttered open to see him pushing four big fingers into you, biting his lip. “God, you’re wet,” he murmured. He pushed his four fingers as far as they could go, pushing past his knuckles with only slight resistance. “Hm,” he observed. His face came to your cunt, but all he did was suck his thumb, getting it wet with his four fingers knuckle deep in your cunt. A curl fell onto his forehead. Then he squeezed his  thumb in with his four fingers, and said, “Deep breath,” and glanced up at you. 

You took a deep breath and your spine arched, and he pushed his hand in. “Again,” he commanded, and you took a deep breath. “Exhale,” he said. 

As you exhaled, he pushed his full hand into you, making your walls stretch thin. “Fuck,” he whispered. He began to fuck you slowly with his hand, then said, “I’ll be honest, honey, I took you for a real uptight bitch.” His face betrayed him if he was trying to look in control. The sight of his hand swallowed up in  your cunt was driving him crazy. “That’s uh.. Not the case, is it,” he chuckled. 

Deep in your cunt, his hand pushed your walls outward as he formed a true fist. “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Should’ve known… I mean, you’ve got such a big mouth.” He twisted his fist, and watched his wrist disappear into your cunt. He withdrew his hand just to watch you stretch over his knuckles again, then he pushed back in. “Oh, yeah,” he whispered. He fucked you with his fist in silence, except for the squelching of your arousal. Then he said, “Here’s what you’re gonna do.” 

“What?” you asked. 

“You’re gonna go upstairs and fuck my son,” he instructed. 

You looked at him, confused.  

“And I want you to remember the look on his face when he can’t feel shit,” Ted said. “If it’s real bad, ask him what’s wrong,” Ted said. “Maybe he’ll think his dick shrank,” he mused with a smile to himself. Then he pulled his fist out of you. 

You were looking at him like you couldn’t tell if he was serious. 

“Oh, you wanna see,” he said to himself. He got his phone off the end table, took a picture of your gaping cunt, then showed it to you. “Now, go.” 

As you gathered yourself together and slowly walked off, in a daze, he turned the porn back on and took his dick out, then looked at his shiny fist before wrapping his dripping wet hand around his cock. 

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It didn't even occur to you to go upstairs and go to sleep, or better yet, to leave the Garcia house altogether. You were going to do exactly what the Mayor told you to do.

You got in bed with Tate after his father fucked you with a beer bottle and fisted you open.

"Hey," you whispered, facing him. He was asleep on his side.

"Mm," he grunted as a greeting. You reached for his dick and squeezed it, then felt it harden and got turned on all over again.

"The one time you wanna fuck is when I'm trying to sleep," he mumbled. The irony was that Tate's cock was at least as big as his dad's. It was just about the only thing he was good for.

You turned away from him and pushed your bare ass against his boxers, feeling him harden further against you. Your heart was still pounding from the encounter with his father. you didn't expect to sleep a wink.

"Fine," he whispered. He put his arm over you and slid his hand between your legs. When he felt how wet you were, he froze. "Jesus, babe."

He groaned and pressed his hard dick against your ass, then he lifted your thigh, put his cock between your legs, and slid right into your gaping cunt.

It felt good, having a nice, warm dick inside you. It felt better than his father's cold, bony hand. But it didn't fill you up after all that. Not at all.

He paused all the way in your pussy, then withdrew his cock. His cock-head prodded around between your thighs. He slid into you again.

"Fuck, I'm still drunk. Can't even find your cunt."

Your chest was hot at his words, and you were too embarrassed to tell him he was already inside you. He took it out again, then slid his cock between the tighter sleeve made by your thighs and vulva. It was snug in comparison to your wrecked pussy after what his dad had done to you.

He groped your tits and fucked your thighs, and his dick was rubbing your clit just right.

When you came, your body spasmed.

"I'm conna come," he breathed. "Gonna come right here."

"Okay," you replied.

"Really?" he asked, fucking your thighs.

"Yeah," you agreed.

"Fuck yeah," he breathed.

When he put his hand around front, his tip slid against his hand and he realized he wasn't even in your cunt.

"What the fuck," He mumbled to himself. He turned you over on your back so he could try to get it right.

You opened your legs. In the moonlight, he found your cunt. And then he slid in, and his brows knitted in confusion.

He asked, "Were you always this..." and his voice trailed off.

"What?" you asked with your face burning.

"Nothin'," he mumbled.

"You're drunk," you told him.

"Yeah," he agreed.

"I feel like you're normally bigger."

He laughed. He took his dick out, held it in his hand. "Looks about right," he said. He was big and stiff. It was no skinny dick.

He slid back into you and swirled his hips, making you hot in the chest at how roomy it was."What'd you do? Use one of those big dongs?"

Downstairs, his father was listening and beating his meat with your panties in his fist. He had the room bugged and could hear it all clear as day.

Tate was equal parts confused, amazed, and frustrated. He slid his fingers into your cunt along with his dick.

His phone dinged with a text from an unrecognized number:

we stuffed ur girl with 2 cocks after u left. both in the snatch. sorry man, figure u got a right to know.

He wouldn't have believed it, except for what his dick was feeling, which was almost nothing. However, the image only turned him on.

"You need two dicks now?" He asked.

"Why, is your dad awake?" you retorted.

He groaned, his hips sped up, and his dick made humiliating sounds in your pussy until he came.

Downstairs, his dad came, too--right into your panties. Then, he brought your panties upstairs full of his cum and hung them on the doorknob of his son's bedroom.

“Where's your dad been?” you asked Tate. 

“Selling cock for votes,” Tate grumbled, and you laughed. He was funny sometimes, you had to give him that. 

“What,” Tate smiled. “Seriously…he fucks reporters, book club leaders, journalists, anybody who can whip a few votes for him.”

“And they're willing to do that?” you asked.

“You're the one who said he has such a big dick,” Tate reminded you. Apparently that was still on his mind. 

“But they don’t mind that he’s just using them?” you asked. 

“Oh, he doesn’t tell them that’s why he’s doing it… he just lets them think they’re special. And then they want him to win so they can be fucking the mayor.”

“Does he really fuck them all?” you asked. 

“Ohh, you’re jealous,” he teased you. 

Well, yeah. But more insulted than jealous. He would basically fuck anyone but you. And fucking his #1 heckler would have been a good strategy to quiet his opposition, you thought. If you could be trusted not to use it against him. 

You were so pissed that you began to daydream about where would be the best place to graffiti something about Ted selling his body for votes. 

After a stretch of silence, Tate–still thinking about it–asked, “How big? Like a beer can? Soda can?” 

“Like a beer bottle, I’d say,” you answered, smirking inwardly with the knowledge that Ted had never actually fucked you, except with the beer bottle and his fist. 

“Well that’s not as huge as I was imagining based on how he wrecked you,” Tate said. He was becoming a size king of himself. He needed to stretch you out more than his father had. He was obsessed with fisting you and even got a strap-on and a cock enhancer–paid for with his father’s campaign credit card, no less. That’s what Ted got for expecting his sons to run errands for him and pick up orders. 

You were becoming a bit of a size queen as well. But the real turn on was Tate's desperate efforts to be bigger than his dad, bigger than anyone, in effect. 

You had this good-looking albeit himbo boyfriend with a nice, big cock feeling like he had something to prove in that department. And that was beautiful…especially the way he had no shame. It wasn't about how big his dick was, it was about how much he could stuff you with. Ironically, this had kinda strengthened your relationship. The fact that you still fantasized about fucking around on him with his father was just a minor detail. And honestly? It felt like Tate might not even mind. He might even like it. 

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One night, Ted grilled dinner for the three of you (Eric was grounded and ate lean cuisine in his room). 

When you sat down at the table, Ted asked, “What, do you live here now?” 

“Dad,” Tate grumbled. “Don't be rude.”

“Just asking,” Ted said. “Relationships evolve. You date… you fuck… you live together… and then, of course, there’s the final frontier.” Ted paused with a smirk, and Tate glared at him.

“Marriage,” Ted finished.

Before you went to bed, you took off your bra through your shirt and left it strewn on the living room floor.

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After Tate was asleep, you came out to the living room in nothing but one of the mayor's campaign shirts. 

Ted's nose twitched in disgust. 

“The final frontier, huh?” You asked.

Ted smiled with a smug chuckle. “He's such a dipshit,” Ted said. “I'm guessing he's no pioneer of that frontier, is he?”

You'd let Tate think you were an anal virgin. That was not the case, but you weren’t exactly an anal queen either. It had been a while, and you’d never gotten into a good rhythm with a man who really knew what he was doing. 

“What do you think?” you asked Ted, with your cheeks heating at the hungry way he was looking at you. 

“I think you’re still hoping I’ll stick my dick in that sloppy gash,” he answered. “Am I right?” 

“You could stick it somewhere else,” you mused.

Ted couldn’t stop the hungry little, “Mmm” that slipped from his lips.

“But yeah. You're right,” you conceded. “I want you to stick your dick in me.”

“How do I know you won't cry rape?” Ted asked. 

“That sounds even better,” you replied. “There's nothing I'd like more than Mayor Ted Garcia having his way with me.”

Ted shook his head. “You sick little cumslut. There's no way in hell that's happening.” 

The fact that he felt the need to spell that out was promising. 

“You want me to fuck you, it's gonna be 'cause you begged… on camera…. so I have proof,” Ted said. “No chance otherwise.”

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He got his phone ready, then you heard the ding when he pressed record, and he gave you the go-ahead nod.

“I want you to rape me,” you said. 

“Jesus Christ, I just said no.” Ted put the camera down, without stopping the recording. “Try again. And be specific.”

He focused the camera on you again. 

“Mayor Garcia, will you please fuck me?” You asked. 

“What do you mean by that?” Ted prompted you for more. 

“I mean, I want you inside me.”

“Why?”

“Because I can't stop thinking about it,” You answered. 

“Are you still dating my son?” 

“Yeah.”

“You're still fucking him too?”

“Yeah.”

“You're saying you wanna cheat on him?” Ted asked, then muttered, “Fuck, this is gonna make me look bad,” and directed you to start over: “From the top.” From behind the camera, he pointed at you. 

“Mayor Garcia, I can't stop thinking about your cock…. I want you inside me so bad. Will you please, please fuck me?”

“How do I know you're serious?” he asked. 

“I've showed you I'm serious before.”

“Show me exactly where you want me,” he demanded. 

“On camera?” 

“That's your golden ticket, baby.” He squeezed the hard silhouette in his sweatpants, and his eyes told you he ready to accept that golden ticket. That was enough for you to face the camera. 

You sat next to your bra on the floor with your knees up and legs spread, exposing your bare, glistening pussy. You used two fingers to frame your cunt and said, “I want you right here.’ 

“Is that my only option?” he asked. “That dirty snatch full of my son's cum?” 

Your pussy twitched at his words, and a little white trickle pushed out, making Ted moan and palm himself for relief.  

“No, that's not your only option,” you said. 

“Show me,’ he commanded. His nostrils flared, and he slowly rubbed his stiff, aching cock with his left hand as he filmed you getting on your hands and knees. You faced away from him.

He pulled down his waistband. 

You turned your head to peek. 

“Please,” you begged. 

Still seated, he set his phone aside. He spat in his hand and stroked himself leisurely.

Then, he got behind you and said, “face down, ass up.” 

You lowered your forearms to the carpet, and your forehead against your arms. 

He spread your pussy lips. “You let him cum inside now?” He asked as he slipped two fingers inside. 

“You can, too,” you offered.

His response of a short, low moan made your pussy twitch. 

“Guessing most of it slides right out anyway, hm?” He asked as he slid his fingers out, then circled your clit. 

You whimpered, and he replied in a calming voice. “Aww…. I know how bad you've been wanting it.”

His fingers picked up speed on your clit, and you whimpered again, with a flinch.

“It's gonna be okay,” he cooed. The affection was dripping with contempt.Then, he spat on your asshole, making you shiver. “I'll give it to you, sweetie.

He nestled his cockhead between your pussy lips and paused for the delight of watching you push back on him. “Yeah, I told him you wanted it,” he chuckled. He watched your cunt easily swallow his length as you pushed back on him. Then, his hands on your ass stopped him from bottoming out. 

“Yeah this cumsock ain't gonna do it,” Ted said. He kneaded your ass. “Funny… she shoulda snapped back by now,” he muttered. “You been screwin’ around on my son? Cause I know it wasn't Tate who wrecked this pussy.” 

“No,” you said, face burning. Your cunt was twitching at the way he shamed you, but if he could feel the squeeze, he didn't let on. And he might not have felt the squeeze. Your pussy had been on a steady diet of girth day in and day out. 

“I must've forgotten how loose she was to begin with…Givin’ my fist too much credit.” 

His dick twitched inside you. He finally let himself bottom out, then chuckled, “whoaa,” as he swirled his hips, sliding against one soft inner wall, then the other, as if it were a cavern to explore. Then he pulled out with a sigh. He spat on your asshole again. 

“You hadn’t been here long enough to get much of a reputation, but I bet you fucked your way through your last town, huh?” He spat on his cock, used his thumb to work some more saliva into your asshole, and you gasped as he pushed his thumb completely inside.

“Bet ya'd like to get all your holes stuffed at once,” he mused. “You could wake your dipshit boyfriend up…give him a front row seat while I wreck the last frontier…” 

Ted stroked his cock as he worked your asshole open with his thumb.

“Know what i oughta do?...fill you up real good so he smells it next time he's hittin’ it from the back.”

Ted took his thumb out of your asshole, spat once more, then pushed his tip into your tight ring of muscle, making you groan. He kept pushing until he bottomed out and said, “Yeah, that'll do.” He sighed, pulled his hips back, then bottomed out again. “Ohh, much better….now this… this i can feel” He was stiffer, more engorged, watching your ass swallow his cock. 

He slid in and out, never letting the crown of his tip crest your exit. The fullness was immeasurable, the way his girth spread your cheeks.

Your ass jiggled and clapped with the impact of his thrusts.

“Ya know, I had a feeling you'd take it real good in the ass,” Ted said. “Loud-mouth bitch like you.”

“God, you're a prick. But now I get it,” you said, and your heart rate ticked up as you prepared yourself to taunt him.

“Get what?” Ted panted, thrusting into your ass.

“Your inferiority complex,’ you said. “Your son's got a bigger dick than you.”

“Now I know that ain't true,’ Ted said. 

“He's a grower,” you explained. “I'm guessing it's not often you've seen your son's hard cock, unless you're sicker than I thought.” 

Ted sighed, and without pulling out, he picked your bra up off the floor.  

“I swear to god if you don't shut the fuck up.” 

With his cock still in your ass, he brought your bra to your face and said, “Bite it.”

You bit the bra, and he fastened it to use as reins as if you were a horse.

Holding the bra in one hand, he slapped your ass fucked it harder.

You grunted into the bra as he slammed into your ass faster. “Yeah,” he breathed, “you’re so full of it.” You were packed full of it for sure. 

Pounding you in the ass, he smacked it again, hard enough to leave a handprint. 

“Bitch like you, always mouthing off….Ugh,” he moaned. 

His hips snapped faster. He began to moan in uneven breaths. 

Then, finally, he bottomed out and yanked the bra. His cock twitched deep in your guts….So deep it almost made you gag. He erupted, filling your ass with his cum. He dropped the reigns and his belly pressed against your butt as he leaned forward to mutter, “Barely worth the trouble.”

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It was so fucked up, but the most fucked up part of all was that you knew you'd be thinking about this the next time you got off, with or without Tate. Ever since you started thinking about his dad, Tate had brought you to orgasm more than ever. Especially in combination with the size kink.  

And this… this was the biggest turn-on, having your boyfriend's dad degrade you and pump you full of cum. You were full of Ted in one hole and full of Tate in the other. 

Ted slid his dick out of you and said, “Now fuck off.” 

He was a bad guy, even worse than his son had warned you. He definitely got off making others feel small… or not so small as it were. 

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As the smoke cooled in Tate’s mouth, he offered the joint to Yule. Yule put it aside, then slid his fingers into Tate's hair to bring his head closer. After releasing the smoke into Yule's mouth, Tate coughed. “We shouldn’t smoke in here." Then looked at you. "Babe?”

"Go ahead, I'm good," you replied.