The Project

Chapter 1:

It was a bitter cold, dreary, grey, January day in Cincinnati. Brad Taylor sat in his small, spartan office and found himself thinking about a seed. He remembered how it grew in his brain, occupying more and more of his thinking, maturing into a fully developed idea and now it was almost time to harvest.

He knew exactly the moment that the tiny seed had been planted in his fertile mind. It was planted that day, more than three months ago, when Darrel, who occupied the small office next to his and who was also a project specialist for the giant consumer products company they worked for, stuck his head in Brad’s office doorway and said excitedly, “hey buddy come on over here, you gotta see this.”

Brad had worked with Darrel Thomas for more than seven years and knew immediately that Darrel had been surfing the net for porn and must have found something special. Darrel wasn’t stupid enough to do this on the company’s internet, he had his own big screen laptop with a cell modem and so it wouldn’t show up on his company computer activity but for sure he was violating some corporate policy because he was doing it on company time.

“Hang on a sec man, I’ve got to finish this spreadsheet,” Brad said as he worked at his own computer for a few more minutes. The international company he and Darrel worked for bought chemicals by the ton, added fragrance – and for some products also flavoring – packaged them and then sold them by the ounce all over the world raking in billions in the process.

A few minutes later Brad walked into Darrel’s office which was identical to his own but not quite as neat. “Whatcha got Darrel?” Brad asked.

“Come over here and look at this, you won’t fucking believe it,” said the giant black man as he pulled up a side chair next to his comfortable desk chair for Brad to sit on. If McGraw, their boss, unexpectedly dropped by Darrel would switch the screen to a real project and say that Brad was taking a look. They both thought that McGraw was so dumb he wouldn’t know the difference anyway.

Sure enough, Brad had guessed exactly right. Darrel had been surfing the net for porn. This wasn’t the first time he had invited Brad to take a look at something that he thought was extra special and Brad had to admit that he actually enjoyed these breaks from work. Darrel clicked a couple of times and the sleek laptop’s screen came to life. Brad read the title in yellow letters that spelled out, “My Wife Fucks 29 Guys.” Then he noticed the sole of a dainty foot attached to a gorgeous leg. The woman was lying on her back surrounded by what appeared to be about six guys. The camera was above the group looking down at the action. Then he saw her face. She was beautiful with long, light brown hair. Her face and neck were flushed. She was moaning as an average size but stone hard cock plunged into her. What struck Brad about this video, more than any he had seen before, was the woman’s obvious excitement. Unless Brad was mistaken she couldn’t possibly have been acting. What he was watching was very real and it seemed to Brad that she was in a constant state of climaxing. He had never seen anything like it. Then he remembered that he had. Every time he made love to his beautiful wife, Carol, in the missionary position, as he looked down at her face – also surrounded by lustrous, long brown hair but darker than the woman’s in the video – she too was almost always in a constant state of climax, her face was also flushed as she panted and writhed beneath him somehow wanting more and more.

The woman in the film didn’t speak. Actually none of the men spoke either except later and only briefly midway in the video. For the most part, the only sounds emitted were the moans, groans, grunts and gasps that seemed constant with most of them coming from the woman. Another thing that Brad noticed was that none of the men had huge cocks like he saw in most of the other videos. They were average size, at most, but that didn’t seem to bother the woman at all. Brad couldn’t imagine how she could have been more excited.

Darrel glanced away from the screen, looked at Brad and asked, “Isn’t she something?”

Brad wasn’t thinking when he quietly responded, “that’s how Carol looks.”

“What did you say?” asked Darrel wanting to make sure he understood what he thought he heard correctly.

“Nothing,” replied Brad.

“Oh, I thought you said, ‘that’s how Carol looks.’ “

“Yeah, you heard right, that is what I said.”

“Wow! I’ve never seen a woman get so much into fucking as this gal in the film,” Darrel said. He paused for a minute. As they watched the screen, a portly man who had been thrusting into the woman shuddered and came himself. As he dismounted the number “1" flashed across the screen as the man’s white semen oozed out of her vagina onto the light blue sheet covering a king size mattress on the floor. Then the first man was immediately replaced by another. When the second guy entered her she came again. “Are you serious? Does Carol really come like that?”

“I’m serious. She really does,” Brad said softly, almost wistfully, as he was intently watching the woman on the screen but thinking about his wife.

The two men wasted 44 minutes of company time that afternoon in Darrel’s office until the number “29" flashed on the screen of the laptop computer and the screen went dark. At the end, the light blue sheet was soiled with more than a dozen wet spots. They had noticed a pattern as they intently watched the video. The man who knelt on the woman’s right, near her head with his cock in her mouth was usually the one to take the place of the guy who had been fucking her. The man who knelt on her left had his cock in her pretty hand. The other men were crowded around and touching her breasts, her legs or her pretty ass. When one group finished another group of five or six took its place until all twenty-nine men had made a gooey deposit in her hungry, seemingly insatiable pussy.

“That was without a doubt the hottest video I’ve ever seen,” declared Darrel.

“I have to agree with you,” said Brad.

“I would love to see something like that in person,” said Darrel as he leaned back in his chair, laced the long black fingers of his big hands together cradling his huge shaved bald head.

Brad couldn’t help thinking that he too would love to see a woman totally give in to multiple lovers who kept her at a sexual peak few women could ever reach. He and Carol had been married for twenty-two years and he had learned in that time that she was, almost certainly, potentially one of those women. He was as hot for his beautiful wife and the mother of their three children as he had ever been. “I would like to watch that too Darrel but I guess we’ll just have to watch the video again if that’s what we want to see.”

“You’re probably right. But, I would still love to see a woman, like the woman in the video, not a professional actress, in person getting all the cock she could handle and cumming non-stop.”

“How do you plan on making that ever happen?” Asked Brad as he chuckled at the seeming impossibility of Darrel’s dream.

“I’m not sure but I think it is something worth working on, don’t you?”

This wasn’t a new subject for either of the men. During the years they had worked side by side they became close, shared their innermost thoughts with each other and most of them had to do with sex. Darrel had been married to Ruthie for thirty years. She must have weighed three hundred pounds and was just really unattractive. Darrel loved her dearly but had given up on sex with her – that didn’t mean he didn’t have sex – about the same time she gave up on it too. Both men knew that there weren’t twenty-nine guys who would want to have sex with Darrel’s wife. Both men also knew that Brad had confided many times to Darrel that he really wanted to watch his gorgeous wife fuck another man but that was unlikely to ever happen, no matter how much he wanted it.

“Hey, man,” said Darrel, “you’ve told me a least a dozen times that you want to watch Carol with another guy and just now you told me that she always cums and looks and acts like the woman in the video. Right?”

“That’s true but so what?”

“Try to get Carol to do that.”

“Darrel, even though Carol is prettier than the video gal and loves sex more than any woman I could imagine, the chances of that happening are about the same as you becoming the CEO of the company or me bowling a 300 game, zilch. That’s just not going to happen my friend.”

“But, would you want it to?”

Brad thought that was a great question. Did he want it to happen? Did he want to see his wife, not just with one man, but many men, one after the other. Did he want to watch and hear her as others brought her to a place of ecstacy that was higher than he had been able to take her? Of course he had fantasized about that very thing but until he had watched the special video with his black friend, the fantasy was blurry and vague, now it seemed to be clearer and more in focus than it had ever been. “Darrel, I’m not sure. I think so but,” he paused to collect his thoughts before continuing, “but let’s face it, what we just saw is much more extreme than anything I’ve ever thought about before. And, like I’ve told you, Carol has just blown me off when I’ve mentioned how much I would like to see her with another man, not to mention twenty-nine.”

Darrel starred at his ceiling, was quiet for a minute then he said, “Let’s think about it. We’re both project guys. Why not make this a project? Why not make it a project to get Carol laid by twenty-nine guys? No let’s make it at least thirty, one after the other nonstop so she can beat the gal in the video.” He smiled, then became serious, leaned closer to Brad and said, “and Brad, I’m sure you will agree that the only thing missing from the video was that all of the guys were kind of on the small side. You told me you wanted to watch Carol with a guy with a big cock and preferably a black guy, right?”

“Right,” Brad answered cautiously as he recalled telling Darrel exactly that and more than once during the past year as his fantasy for Carol became more extreme.

“Well then, let’s make it a project to get Carol to fuck at least thirty well-hung black guys nonstop within, oh, let’s say six months. What do you think?” Darrel asked eagerly.

Brad was tongue tied but the seed had been planted in his mind. Darrel’s question was unambiguous. He didn’t know how to answer. “We’re talking about my wife and my marriage. Think I’m going to call it day and head home. See you tomorrow, Darrel.” Before Brad got back to his office he thought about something, did a 180, returned to Darrel’s office, poked his head in the door and asked, “hey, how can I get that video on my computer at home?”

Darrel wrote down the URL for the free site and instructions on how to get to the video with the highly sexual, beautiful woman. As he handed the yellow slip of paper to Brad he smiled and asked, “are you going to show it to Carol?”

“Yes I am. Hope she doesn’t bite my head off.”

“Are you going to tell her about our project?”

“You’re going way too fast for me my friend. Slow down. See you tomorrow Darrel.”

Chapter 2

That same day, more than three months ago, while Brad was driving home from work, Carol Taylor was all alone in the big, old house that she had shared with her husband and children. Brad would be home soon and she was only cooking for the two of them because Don and Robin were away at different colleges and Tim was on an overnight trip with his football team from high school. Even though it was October, and the evenings were getting cool in Ohio, she wore her white, short shorts and one of Robin’s flimsy tops with a tiny strap that just slipped over her head and another that tied at her waist. The blue material that covered her still-pert breasts, but didn’t quite reach her navel, was loose but not so loose as to cover up the fact that she was braless. Of course, with no back she couldn’t have worn a bra anyway, not that she ever needed to. Carol was proud that she could wear her daughter’s clothes even though Robin was only 20 and she was 43. She was an inch taller than her daughter at 5' 7" but Carol actually weighed a little less than Robin at only 123 pounds. That fall day her dark hair was in a pony tail, she was barefoot and looked more like a high school senior than a woman into her forties. She loved to drive Brad crazy and couldn’t wait for him to get home so she could tease him in her sexy outfit and see what it would lead to later that night.

The two-story frame house on Trammel Lane was the same house in which she had grown up. Her mother had died when she was twelve and her father when she was 22, just three years after she and Brad married. Because she didn’t have siblings, everything was left to her. Without a mortgage they were able to make Brad’s income go a long way and so they were more comfortable, financially, than others in his pay bracket.

She and Brad had attended separate Catholic High Schools, hers was an all girl’s school and his an all boys. However, they did have joint dances and that’s when they met during their sophomore year. For both of them it was love at first sight. He was tall, handsome, charming and funny. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He learned that she lived with her widower father and was taking care of him. It seemed to Brad that she wanted to take care of everybody and he loved that about her. By the time they were ready to graduate it was just understood by her dad, Brad’s parents and all of their friends that they would go to college at Ohio State in Columbus and probably get married by the end of their freshman year. They didn’t wait that long. She lived in an on-campus girl’s dorm and he in a boy’s dorm but they were nearly inseparable. It was inevitable that they would have sex and it didn’t take but a matter of weeks before she stopped saying no to an insistent boyfriend and said yes to her new fiancé. They married during the Christmas’ holiday and shared a studio apartment on campus. They both studied hard and Brad graduated early but she had to drop out to have her son, Don, in her junior year.

The first time they made love she discovered nerves at the center of her body that she didn’t know existed. At first they sent a flash signal of pain to her brain but that soon changed to a message of pleasure that just got better and better each time he thrust into her warm, wet, receptive cavity. She thought that after sleeping with the same man for more than twenty years the pleasure would get old and eventually dull. That never happened to her, it just got better and better. Brad was so special he seemed to be more concerned about her pleasure than his own. She had read in women’s magazines that once a week, or even less, was about average for most couples their age but they made love at least three times in an average week and sometimes much more than that. Sex with her caring, tender and loving husband was her favorite thing to do in the whole world, nothing else was even a close second.

For the last couple of years, however, it seemed as if Brad needed additional stimulation. She was shocked when he suggested that it wouldn’t hurt if they watched some porn together. Also he started saying things to her that she couldn’t reconcile with the man she loved more than life itself and who she thought she knew as well as she knew herself. She finally agreed that if watching other people screw and talking about opening up their marriage was what it took to get him in the mood, then she would play along with it. After all, she reasoned, it was just talk, just a fantasy, and nothing would ever happen. Little did she know that this day would be a little different. Little did she know that a lascivious seed had been planted in her husband’s fertile mind that very afternoon.

The garage door opened and Brad announced, like millions of returning work warriors, “honey, I’m home.”

“In the kitchen Brad,” she responded as she took two thick, juicy steaks out of the broiler, that had been perfectly timed and cooked medium rare. She added them to the plates with baked potatoes and a crisp salad covered in Brad’s favorite dressing that she made from scratch.

“Wow! What’s the occasion?” Brad asked as he took her in his arms and planted a wet kiss on her soft, warm perfect lips that glistened with a clear coat of saliva that her wet pink, tongue had painted the second before his lips touched hers.

“Just trying to seduce my husband,” she said with a laugh.

“You won’t have to try very hard,” Brad said, “I’m a sure thing.”.

They didn’t eat at the table but on the couch watching a television program together. If either of them had been asked what show they were watching, neither could have answered because each was thinking of something else. Carol was thinking, I can’t wait to get him in bed and fuck his brains out. Brad was thinking, should I really try and get Carol to watch the video that he and Darrel had watched and that he couldn’t get out of his mind.

After they finished eating, it was Carol who said, “want to watch TV in our bedroom?”

“Carol, it’s not even 8:00.”

“I know,” she said almost timidly.

Brad decided to go for it. “That old pervert, Darrel, called me into his office today and had another porn video for me to watch on his computer.”

“I’m telling you baby, you guys are going to get fired if you ever get caught.”

“Darrel’s very careful. I think it’s safe enough. Anyway, this was the hottest one I’ve ever seen.”

“We’ve seen some really hot stuff. What was so special about this one?” Carol asked her husband.

“I can get it up on the computer if you want to see for yourself,” Brad said.

“Oh, I was thinking that we could do our own porn in our bedroom.” When she saw that he was a little disappointed in her response she quickly said, “sure let’s watch it.”

In one way Carol did get her way because the computer was in their bedroom. Even though no one was home, out of habit, they closed their bedroom door before Brad fired up the computer with the large monitor. While he was doing that and connecting to the Internet, Carol smiled at him, unbuttoned and unzipped the white shorts, untied the bow at her back and was naked in a flash. She hardly ever wore panties anymore because that was another of Brad’s new ideas for her and she finally gave in to his constant requests.

Brad couldn’t help but compare his naked wife with the woman in the video who had fascinated him so much. Carol’s breasts were a little smaller than the woman’s in the video but they were much more to his liking. The woman in the video was completely shaven while for the past two years, Carol had kept her dark curly pubic hair trimmed above her cleft with her lips completely bare. Also, he thought Carol’s face was prettier than the woman’s. Other than that the legs, arms, hands and feet of the two women were exceptional and similar.

Carol sat down on a chair next to his and then she was reading on the large screen what he had read earlier that day, “my wife fucks 29 guys.” She put her hand to her mouth and gasped. It wasn’t that she hadn’t seen a woman with more than one man but certainly nothing that approached that number. Then, she too, saw what the men had seen as the fucking began.

This time, Brad noticed things that he hadn’t the first time. Each of the men had a red plastic bracelet around his wrist. A couple wore black masks and two more had black hoods covering their faces.

Every time that she watched porn with Brad or listened to his hot pillow talk she felt guilty. She had been raised, and so had he, to never entertain the idea that sex was a recreational activity or for fun but reserved for a husband and wife and mainly, even then, to procreate. That view by most people and even most Catholics had been relaxed and extended so that it was thought of as an expression of love between husband and wife. Well, the woman she was watching on the computer certainly couldn’t have been in love with each of the men she was with but she sure seemed to love what she was doing, Carol thought.

“I don’t think she’s acting, do you?” Brad asked.

“Oh no. I think she’s really into it. Look at her hands. They’re all over the place. I’m surprised that she’s not scratching the guys. Remember when we were first married and how I would scratch your back because I was so excited?”

Brad sighed. “I remember.”

“I’m even more excited now when we make love but I don’t scratch anymore. Also, I’m sure that the woman is setting some kind of a climax record. It seems to me to be nonstop.”

“You do the same thing with just one guy.”

“I guess I do. But I’m sure most of the women we have watched in other videos don’t cum very much and many not at all,” Carol said.

Brad knew that this wouldn’t be the last time he watched the video. The second time was even more exciting than the first and he just knew that subsequent viewing would be even better. He realized that already he was substituting in his mind his wife, Carol, for the sexual woman without a name known to him. It didn’t hurt that Carol was sitting next to him totally naked and obviously already excited about the beginning minutes of the video that just two years ago she would have refused to watch.

Carol had to admit that, even though she thought watching this stuff was wrong, she was getting turned on by it. None of the men were handsome or well endowed. Nor, did they seem to be very talented lovers. Each was hard and just pounded away until he reached a powerful climax. But each of them did their respective job in taking the woman to a higher and higher level of sexual excitement, or so it seemed to Carol. Brad was very handsome, and it appeared that his cock was as large as any of the men’s in the film. Also, he would spend a lot of time in foreplay to make sure she was ready when they fucked. Carol realized that she almost always thought of intercourse with her husband as making love and now it crept into her mind that they fucked. None of the men in the video kissed the woman. None ate her pussy. She blew them, they sucked her boobs and each fucked her, that was it yet it was incredibly sexy to Carol. No one man could stay hard and horny long enough to keep up with a woman like Carol and obviously the woman in the video. She recalled that Brad had been telling her the same thing for more than two years.

“Hey what’s that white silk cloth around her waist?” He wondered out loud.

“You should know buster. It’s one of your favorite things. It’s a white silk teddy, unsnapped at the crotch and pulled down below her boobs.” Later in the video the rolled up teddy would be removed between men 16 and 17 and then the woman would be as naked as Carol was.

While their eyes were glued to the computer screen, Brad’s right hand went wandering. He rested it on her left thigh. The second it came in contact with the warm smooth skin she instinctively parted her legs as an invitation for him to take his exploration further to a warmer, wetter, smoother and much more sensitive place. When he did move directly to her pussy, she lifted her right leg and placed her foot on the chair’s seat which left her completely open.

“It’s a hot flick, don’t you think?” Brad asked.

“It is hot. It’s not at all romantic. No build up. Nothing really but blowing and fucking.” She remembered other videos that they had watched together. “No double penetration, no anal like we’ve seen on other videos.”

“But do you like it?” He asked.

“Ya, I do. You know baby, I don’t think it’s an American video. Nobody has spoken but she keeps saying Ya, not yes. My guess is it’s a German video. The woman could be American but I’m sure the men are European,” Carol added.

“I think you’re right,” he said as the number 4 flashed across the screen when a man with a very hairy back emptied the fluid that had been building up in his balls deep inside the woman without a name – at least without a name known to Carol and Brad. “In a few minutes you’ll hear the guys talk a little and the language has to be German or some other Northern European tongue.”

Carol was squirming a little in the chair which did not go unnoticed by Brad. His hand moved inside her thigh and up until it couldn’t go up any more. Carol sighed, closed her big blue eyes and leaned her head back but not for very long because she didn’t want to miss any of the video. Brad felt how wet she was. The juice seeping from inside her body was warm and slick, like always and he imagined just like the liquid produced inside the woman in the video. When he slowly inserted two of his fingers as deeply inside her as he could she grabbed his arm, moaned and experienced a mini-orgasm. That’s all that it took to get her off and he was the only man alive who knew it. While he was playing with her pussy she thought – not for the first time – how nice it would be to have another set of hands caress her. But that’s not what nice girls did, the nuns had taught her and the lesson stuck indelibly in her mind as if it had been taught just yesterday.

The video they were watching seemed almost to be a sporting event that the participants really enjoyed, especially the highly charged woman. The event was obviously well organized. There was no indication that she knew the men or that they knew her. Some of the men wore wedding bands, as did she, and some of the men didn’t. While the video lasted 44 minutes it was obvious that there had been some basic editing and Brad guessed that the time filming was longer than 44 minutes, perhaps much longer. At just 5 minutes per man, the filming time would have been nearly 150 minutes or nearly two and a half hours but because there was no foreplay, just fucking and sucking the average time was probably less than 5 minutes per man.

After the number 13 flashed across the screen the woman got on her hands and knees and was fucked doggy style by two of the men, then it was on her back for the rest of the men. They guessed that she must have been about forty years old and the men at least that old and some maybe a few years older than the woman.

A few times during the video the camera would move in for a close up of the woman’s pretty, flushed face. Usually her eyes were closed and Carol and Brad could see the sheen of perspiration on her brow. A couple of times she blew a damp tendril of her hair out of the way. It was clear that she was almost intoxicated by the non-stop sex and with each new man she reached a higher level of intoxication, though that seemed as if it would have been impossible to be any higher than she was at the beginning of the video, but she was.

Chapter 3

Brad had barely sat down behind his desk when Darrel stepped into his office the next morning. “Well?”

“Well, what?” asked Brad.

“Come on man,” said the black man. “Did you show her the video?”

“Yes, we watched it twice.”

“Did she bite your head off?”

“Which head?” Brad asked with a chuckle.

“So tell me all about it,” Darrel said as he sat down in the chair at the side of Brad’s desk.

“She liked it for the same reasons that you and I did. She was sure that the woman was totally into it.”

“Did you mention the project?” Asked Darrel.

“There isn’t any project, so I didn’t mention anything,” replied Brad to the question that he knew Darrel would ask sooner rather than later.

“But Brad, there can be a project. It’s up to you. You and I get paid to manage projects. I’m sure that given enough time and if you’re motivated to make it happen, it can happen.” Darrel was waiting for Brad to say something but because he didn’t, Darrel asked, “What do you say man? Let’s do this.”

“Like I told you yesterday Darrel, it’s not going to happen.”

A disappointed Darrel waited a few seconds then asked, “did the video make her hot?”

“You can imagine that if we watched it twice, it did. Actually, between the two times that we watched it she fucked my brains out.”

“See man. I told you. If the video made her hot it was because she could relate to the woman and what she must have been feeling.”

“You’re right about that. She told me the same thing. Still, Darrel, talking about it, thinking about it and doing it are three very different things,” Brad said.

Darrel leaned over and said, “but doing it can only happen after someone talks about it and thinks about it. My guess is Carol was thinking about it and you can tell me if she talked about it.”

Brad remembered exactly what she had said last night but he wasn’t about to tell Darrel everything. While she sat on his lap during that last few minutes of the film and bounced up and down on his erection she said, “I can just imagine how she must feel after being stuffed over and over again with a new fresh, hard cock ready the instant the one she was fucking shot off and started to soften.” He recalled that she also said, “Brad, I guess you must be right that a woman like her, and maybe me, has a lot more capacity for fucking than any healthy guy.” After the screen went dark when the last man had finished, Carol nearly drug Brad to their queen-size bed and didn’t bother to turn down the covers but stretched out on the spread and begged for him to fuck her hard, “like the men in the video.” He couldn’t have been more surprised when after they had both reached powerful climaxes she said, “want to watch it again?”

“Hey man,” Darrel said smiling, “are you still with me? Penny for your thoughts.”

“Sorry, Darrel. Just thinking about last night. Carol talked about what the woman must have been feeling. She never said that was something that she wanted to do, however.”

“Of course she didn’t say that. It will take time and a plan to bring that out of her but I’m sure we can do it what do you say?”

“Look Darrel. We’ll both end up disappointed. I just know. It’s not that I’m negative but the facts aren’t on our side. Carol went to Catholic schools. The nuns did a real number on her. We’ve been married for more than twenty years and she has never even kissed another man. Now you’re talking this nonsense about fucking thirty black men one after the other within six months.”

“I’m confident that we can do it but only if you want it done.”

“Darrel, all of the projects that we work on here have a reasonable probability of success. I’m afraid this one just doesn’t.”

“What can it hurt to try?”

Brad knew that was the real question. “So what are your thoughts on this?” He asked realizing that he sounded like they were talking about a project at work.

Darrel chuckled and said, “look, I know we have a long ways to go to make this happen. There are a lot of things that have to be done that don’t really concern Carol’s willingness, oh like, like finding a place and finding thirty black guys. That won’t be easy. I can work on that while you continue to work on Carol. I think you’re farther along than you do on that score. We have the holidays coming up so I don’t expect we can accomplish much until the first of the year. If everything goes according to plan, we should have everything arranged by March or April.”

“Come on Darrel. Your part of all of this sounds pretty easy to me. I don’t think you would have any trouble at all finding thirty guys who would want to fuck Carol. As for a place, there are motels, swing clubs, someone’s home, you name it. Can’t be a great big challenge if you ask me.”

“Oh, I think you’re right about that,” Darrel quickly agreed. “I wasn’t saying that I wouldn’t help with Carol’s big conversion, hell, I’ll do anything you want me to, I just don’t know what that would be right now. Have to give it some more thought.”