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Ethan still hadn’t said a word about Carter’s house, and it was startin’ to work my last nerve. I mean, how do you just let your girlfriend flash her boobs and act like that didn’t happen? No comment. Not even a hint of jealousy.
I’d told myself maybe it’d light a fire under his ass, maybe it’d finally push him to say somethin’ bold or territorial. Anything. Instead, he just carried on as if nothin’ had changed, and somehow that pissed me off worse than if he’d blown up about it.
The whole situation had been kinda hot—no sense lyin’ about that. But I kept circlin’ back to the same question.
Why?
Why didn’t he care?
Or was he just gonna pretend it never happened because he was embarrassed—like if he ignored it hard enough, it’d just disappear?
Now we were sittin’ with his friends while they argued over a football game as if it was life or death. After church, I’d changed before we met up. I snuck out while Mama was at brunch, wearin’ a blue floral sundress I’d accidentally bought a size too small. The skirt crept up every time I sat down, and the neckline dipped lower than I’d expected. And of course, I had the gold cross hangin’ around my neck.
Ethan said I looked nice. Just nice. Which I guess was better than the nothing he usually said.
His friends were definitely starin’, though. More than I thought they would. All polite smiles and church-boy manners, tryin’ real hard not to look, and failin’ miserably.
And if I was bein’ honest, I liked it. Liked that they couldn’t help themselves.
They were virgins, I was sure of it. I knew a couple of ’em had kissed a girl once or twice, but that was as far as any of them had ever gone. Given the chance with me, none of ’em would’ve been hesitatin’ like Ethan.
I’d bet money on that.
They’d fallen into one of those loud, circular football arguments that never actually went anywhere, and I didn’t care enough to even try and follow it. I enjoyed watchin’ it well enough. Ethan played ball in high school, and the games were always fun, but it wasn’t a hobby the way they treated it. To me, it was just a show on TV.
“I’m telling you, if they’d just benched him at the start of the season, they’d still be in the playoff hunt,” Blake said, sittin’ forward with his elbows on his knees.
“No way,” Nick shot back. “That defense is trash. You can’t blame the quarterback for that. Ain’t nobody winnin’ games with an O-line like that either.”
Ethan shook his head, half-smilin’. “Nick, you always say that. Soon as they start losing, suddenly it’s everybody’s fault but the guy throwin’ the ball.”
“That’s ‘cause it usually is,” Nick said, stretched out in the recliner. “You put Mahomes or Allen back there and they ain’t fixing stupid play-callin’ either.”
Luke scoffed. “Man, Lamar is just as good as those two and you always skippin’ his name.”
They all started talkin’ at once after that—voices overlapping, hands movin’, laughin’ while Nick got defensive as though it personally offended him. It was all very animated for a game that’d already been played a week ago.
I sat there leanin’ on the arm of the couch next to Ethan, legs crossed, my skirt ridin’ just a little higher than I’d normally allow. Or maybe exactly as high as I was comfortable with now—I hadn’t quite decided yet.
Every now and then, I’d catch one of ’em glancin’ over in the middle of their argument, eyes driftin’ down before they remembered themselves and jerked their attention back to the TV like they’d been caught doin’ somethin’ wrong.
Nick noticed me catch him once and cleared his throat real quick.
Ethan didn’t see it. Or if he did, he didn’t say a word.
“Coach oughta be fired” Luke said, pointin’ at the TV like the man could hear him through the screen. “I don’t care what anybody says.”
“Oh, here we go,” Blake muttered. “You say that every season.”
Ethan chimed in, “All I know is the Falcons got it today.”
“No, they don’t,” Blake clapped back without missin’ a beat.
“That comin’ from a Cardinals fan?” Ethan huffed, glancin’ over at him.
Luke smirked. “I’m down for bettin’ and seein’ Ethan get mad.”
Nick nodded. “Let’s do it.”
Ethan shook his head. “I ain’t got any extra money right now to be bettin’ anything—no matter how confident I am.”
Nick slapped a twenty down on the coffee table. “I’ll put in.”
Luke followed suit, then Blake, the bills landin’ in a neat little pile between them.
Blake tilted his head, thinkin’. “Alright. Ethan’s gotta bet something embarrassing if not money. Like wearin’ a Seahawks hat for the rest of the year.”
Luke snorted. “Nah. That ain’t nearly bad enough.”
“Hell, make him streak down the road with his weiner out,” Nick said, shrugging as if it was the most reasonable idea in the world.
They had an immature chuckle over that.
“That’s too quick,” Blake said, shakin’ his head. “Needs to be a slow embarrassment. Somethin’ that lingers.”
They all sat there thinkin’ on it, while Ethan shifted in his seat, lookin’ nervous.
That was it. I decided right then I was gettin’ a reaction outta him—whether he liked it or not. This felt like a natural enough way to do it… kinda.
I shrugged, casual as could be, glancing over at him as if I was talkin’ about the weather. “If you lose… maybe I get naked for the four o’clock game.”
The room went dead silent.
I tilted my head, meetin’ his eyes. “Sounds like a pretty confident bet to me.”
Oh, that face of his was goin’ through all kinds of thoughts.
I didn’t really expect him to agree. Mostly, I just wanted him thinkin’ about Carter’s house again—about how he hadn’t said a word.
“I’ll take that bet,” Nick said finally, grinnin’, and the rest of them nodded along as though it’d already been decided. “Rose sits with us on the couch during the game,” he added, jerkin’ his chin toward it. “You can take the recliner.”
Ethan looked like his brain was strugglin’. His jaw worked, eyes flicking between me and the pile of cash on the table, as if he was tryin’ to figure out if this was worth it.
Wait… was he actually gonna take that bet?
Nick casually tossed a two hundred onto the stack. “How about now?”
That tracked. Nick’s family had money. We were sittin’ in the house his parents bought him the minute he turned eighteen, like buyin’ your kid a whole damn house was just another birthday gift.
I couldn’t tell if Ethan wanted the cash or if he just didn’t like bein’ backed into a corner.
“Whatever,” he said. “Don’t matter. They’re gonna win anyway.”
Luke pointed at him. “Deal?”
Ethan rolled his eyes. “Deal.”
Oh.
He actually did it.
Well then… I figured I oughta start mentally preparin’ myself. I didn’t know much about football, but I knew enough—from listening to Ethan complain all season—that his team sucked this year.
I was nervous as hell, regrettin’ it a little now. But I’d made the deal, and a bet’s a bet.
Part of me wanted to see what Ethan was gonna do when push came to shove. Another part of me, one I probably shouldn’t listen to, found the whole thing kinda naughty. That same warmth from Carter’s crept back in, and before I could stop myself, I wondered if I’d end up seein’ their dick.
Lord. I needed to shut that line of thinkin’ down real quick.
None of his friends were ugly. Not even close. They were all pretty boys, honestly, which made it kinda shockin’ they hadn’t had more girlfriends than they did.
Who knows. It might turn into one of those wild upsets nobody sees comin’.
Twenty minutes later, the game kicked off, and Ethan was already nervous. He sat there fidgetin’, hands rubbin’ together like he couldn’t get comfortable no matter how hard he tried. Every little gain had him cheerin’ too loud, as though enthusiasm might tip the odds. They joked through most of the game, not really about the bet—at least not out loud—but every time the score changed, I caught glances my way. Quick ones. Excited ones. And every single time, Ethan tensed beside me like he could feel it.
By halftime, it was tied.
And I wasn’t sure whether that made me relieved or disappointed.
Truth was, it still felt like a coin flip right now.
I hadn’t shaken that restless, daring edge from Carter’s house—the quiet itch to do somethin’ reckless again, somethin’ fun. I’d be lyin’ if I said I hadn’t thought about it since. Thought about it more than once. Might have even touched myself in the shower a few times, lettin’ the memory replay longer than it should’ve.
But this was different.
These were Ethan’s friends. His long-term, Sunday-afternoon, show-up-every-week friends. And somehow that almost made it worse… or better. Carter was just Carter. These boys I saw all the time. I’d gone through damn near every grade with them.
Sigh. Good thing I still had about an hour left to brace myself.
The second half started, and things went bad fast.
Seventeen unanswered points.
Ethan got quieter with every score, his leg startin’ to bounce, jaw tight like he was grindin’ his teeth. By the fourth quarter, nobody was joking anymore.
Then the final score flashed across the screen.
37–9.
Ethan just stared at it, frozen, like if he didn’t move, it’d change.
Oh.
Oh, shit.
The weight of it slammed into me all at once, as if I’d stepped off a ledge without realizin’ how far the drop really was. This wasn’t a joke anymore. This wasn’t flirting or harmless talk or me bein’ a little bold just to stir things up.
I’d said it out loud. I’d offered it.
In front of people who actually knew me.
People I’d see again.
My heart dropped, heat rushin’ up my chest as I looked at the score on the screen, suddenly painfully aware of how quiet the room had gone.
And now there was no takin’ it back. No pretending I hadn’t meant it.
That’s when something I really didn’t expect happened. The guys erupted—cheerin’, whistlin’, laughin’ like they’d just struck gold. Hands scrambled across the table as they scooped their money back up, all of ’em grinnin’ at me, barely able to sit still.
Wow.
They were actin’ like this was some long-held fantasy suddenly comin’ true. And I guess it wasn’t that wild to think they found me attractive. Church boys or not, they were still guys, and that didn’t make them any less keyed up about it.
Nick sat forward and paused the TV, lockin’ the final score in bright, unforgivin’ numbers. “Gotta do it in front of the screen,” he said, like it was a rule.
Ethan hesitated.
Really slow, he turned and looked at me—and it was written all over his face. The regret. The sudden realization. Like it was only just sinkin’ in that this wasn’t a joke anymore, not even close.
I couldn’t make myself look at him. Didn’t even try. Because I did want to do it now—and I didn’t want him seein’ that beneath all the anxiety twistin’ up my stomach, there was a spark of excitement I wasn’t ready to explain.
When I stood, my legs wobbled just a touch. I smoothed my dress down and fussed with my hair, as if keepin’ my curls in place was gonna make any of this easier, then stepped in front of the massive TV, its glow spillin’ past from behind. They looked at me like I’d just dropped in from heaven.
The air felt thick—too warm—settlin’ on my skin and makin’ it prickle. Nobody said a thing. All I could hear was my own heartbeat, fast and embarrassingly loud in my ears.
Swallowing hard, I hooked my fingers under the first strap of my dress and let it slip off my shoulder. Then the other. The fabric sagged, my white bra showin’ before I eased the dress down past my chest. It slid the rest of the way on its own, pooling soft around my ankles.
I stood there barefoot, stripped down to my bra and panties, aware of every pair of eyes in the room.
My arms fell to my sides. I was real glad I’d put on my cute panties this mornin’.
Okay…. Bra or underwear next? Which one was gonna be less mortifyin’? I winced, realizin’ I hadn’t shaved in… well, a minute. There was definitely a situation happenin’ down there. I really hadn’t expected to, you know, get naked today.
Bra first, I decided. That would keep their eyes up a little longer.
Not that it was gonna make much difference. Thanks to the bet, I was stuck like this for the next three hours, and I could already feel the burn crawlin’ up my neck and settlin’ in my cheeks.
My eyes were glued to the floor as my hand crept up behind me, fingers workin’ the clasp slow. The second it popped loose and the bra sagged, I swear I felt the whole room lean in.
I hurried my hand around to the front, holdin’ the cups in place. For one long moment, I just stood there. Eyes shut, palms pressed flat to my chest like that could somehow pause time and save me a scrap of dignity.
Then I exhaled and let go. The bra slid forward, straps slippin’ off my shoulders and down my arms.
And just like that, they were out. I’d just shown Ethan’s friends my boobs.
When I finally opened my eyes, every guy in the room was slack-jawed, starin’ in dead silence. Ethan’s eyes were fixed on me—not upset, not amused—just completely stunned.
I slid my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, drew in a breath, and eased them down my thighs before kickin’ them aside. The only thing left on me was the gold cross restin’ against my chest.
“So… downstairs matches,” Luke muttered, and the room broke into a few nervous laughs.
My thighs pressed together as that tingly feeling flared low. The one I wasn’t supposed to enjoy. The one I was a little guilty for. The one that had pushed me to go this far.
“Not gonna lie, the ginger bush is kinda hot,” Blake commented, and I couldn’t tell if that made me feel better or like I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole.
Ethan stood and headed for the recliner in defeat, and the three of them piled onto the couch without thinkin’, leavin’ an open spot dead center.
I walked over, painfully aware of every step, feelin’ like my boobs were doin’ some dramatic bounce even though I knew they weren’t, then sat down between Luke and Nick. Their eyes didn’t leave my chest—not for a single second.
God, I was so embarrassed.
Blake grabbed the remote and switched the TV over to the four o’clock game, as if this was all perfectly normal. I kept my hands tucked in my lap, sittin’ stiff between them like a nervous little bunny. Ethan mostly stared at the screen, quiet, only glancin’ over whenever someone shifted, watchin’ close to see if anything went beyond a brush of knees.
Before long, Ethan’s friends were back to talkin’ football like I wasn’t there completely naked between ’em. Like this was just another Sunday.
They were all in gym shorts, and every now and then I caught myself glancin’ down, checkin’ for any… reaction. There was for sure something there they couldn’t help—but nothin’ obvious. No tents poppin’ up or nothin’.
I relaxed a little, and by halftime Ethan wandered off into the kitchen for a drink, leavin’ me alone with them. The instant he was gone, all three of ’em side-eyed me, as if their impulsive thoughts were pushin’ at the edges of their self-control.
Nick was the first to lose. His hand slipped up and grabbed my tit, catchin’ me completely off guard. I stiffened, not expectin’ him to be that bold. But I didn’t tell him to stop. He didn’t really squeeze, just toyed with my nipple instead, his thumb movin’ in lazy circles as he stared down at me like he was about to start drooling. I was half expectin’ his tongue to fall out.
“I can’t believe Ethan let you do this,” Nick said, shakin’ his head. “I’ve wanted to see these goddamn mountains forever.”
Luke huffed a laugh. “Bro, we’ve all been wanting to see her rack,” he said, grabbin’ a handful of my other boob.
Oh my god.
What the hell was Ethan going to do when he walked back in and saw this mess? Was he gonna lose it? Freeze up? Or just plop down on the couch like nothin’ was out of the ordinary? There was no way these guys would pull their hands away in time. They looked completely lost in the moment.
And the worst part? I was so stupidly into it. It didn’t feel real at all—more along the lines of some filthy little dream I hadn’t meant to fall into.
“She got some big ol’ areolas,” Blake said, half-laughin’ as he leaned around Nick.
“Yeah, that boob to nipple ratio is perfect”—Nick smirked—“And that pink just pops, don’t it?”
Jesus. Here they were, talkin’ about me like I was just a random girl and not the one they’d known their whole damn lives. Did they really gotta get so detailed about it? As if there was some kinda formula or math equation involved?
God, guys were so damn weird.
Also… they’d completely stopped bein’ nervous, huh?
That sure didn’t last long.
Ethan came strollin’ back in while they still had their hands all over me, and for a second, everybody just froze. But Ethan? He just flopped down with his soda and stared at the TV like he hadn’t seen a thing. But, oh, he saw ‘em all right, there was no way he missed it, but he didn’t say a word. Nick, Luke, and Blake all shot each other these concerned looks.
Lord, what in the world was happenin’ right now?
After a minute passed with no reaction from Ethan, they just shrugged it off and went right back to squeezin’ and playin’ with my boobs. Ethan kept peekin’ over every so often, just watchin’ them fool around with his girlfriend as though it was the most ordinary thing in the world.
With Ethan still sittin’ there, quiet as a ghost, Luke and Nick each took a knee and spread my legs wide, like they were drawin’ back the curtains on a stage.
Every inch of me was suddenly on display, nowhere to hide, and the heat rushed through me all at once—embarrassment and lust twisted together so tight I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. My head started spinnin’, that floaty feel settlin’ in, like my body had gone on ahead without botherin’ to take my brain with it.
Ethan was lookin’ now, his eyes trapped between my legs, seeing it for the first time.
Luke’s hand went first, slidin’ right through my bush. “She’s so pink down here,” he muttered, his eyes just stuck there as if he’d never seen nothin’ like it before.
Nick’s touch kept driftin’ lazy up and down my inner thigh, sendin’ little shivers through me with every pass. Then Luke let his fingers slip right between my folds—not inside, just glidin’ through all that slick, wetness I couldn’t help.
Blake reached across Nick, his hand slidin’ over my hip before making a beeline for my boob. He gave it a slow squeeze.
Ethan just stared, his mouth a little open, looking like he couldn’t believe his friends were touching me right in front of him. But not a word out of him.
“These milkers are so damn nice,” Blake mumbled under his breath. “Nick, switch with me. I wanna sit next to her.”
Milkers? Was I a cow now? Normally that would’ve annoyed me—especially knowin’ he knew I’d been bullied about that in school—but now… it kinda turned me on. What the hell was goin’ on with me?
Nick grumbled somethin’ but he scooted his butt right on outta the way so Blake could plop down next to me.
Blake was so fascinated—running his finger lazy circles ’round my areola, thumbin’ at those little bumps like he was tryin’ to read Braille as they got hard. Then he squeezed makin’ that oh wow face. Next thing I know, he’s got his head down, lickin’ my nipple slow like it had honey on it.
I didn’t have a clue what to do with myself, so I just stared down at him—probably lookin’ dumb as a box of rocks. But then he latched on, suckin’ gentle, and damn if it didn’t send a little jolt straight through me. Way better than I ever thought it’d feel, honestly.
Luke finally took his hand away from between my legs and went straight for my other tit, mouth on it as if he’d been waitin’ all day for it. Now I had two grown men suckin’ on my breast at the same time, like a couple of big ol’ babies with no shame.
Let me tell you, that little faucet down yonder? Flipped on high. I could feel just how slippery things were about to get, and my whole body was heatin’ up. It was like Mother Nature herself was standing behind me, nudgin’ me along, expectin’ a whole lot more.
Meanwhile, Ethan just kept starin’ at me with them big ol’ eyes, lookin’ lost as a calf in a storm. His shorts made it real obvious he was gettin’ worked up too.
So that’s what was goin’ on, huh? Ethan wasn’t just lettin’ it happen. He enjoyed watchin’ other men put their hands on me. It was strange to think about. What man lets his girl mess around with somebody else? But the thought of it made somethin’ twist deep in my belly. And not in a bad way, either.
It was gettin’ near impossible to hide how riled up I was. My chest was flushin’ red, and I had to bite back a moan that nearly slipped out. It felt so damn good, goosebumps crawlin’ up my arms and right across my chest.
Pretty sure Nick caught on, ’cause next thing I knew he was down on his knees in front of the couch, right between my legs. He was actin’ like he gotten a brand-new toy, spreadin’ my lips apart, starin’ like he was doin’ some science experiment and I was his favorite subject. Didn’t bother me. If anything, it just made me even hotter, watchin’ him get all curious.
The instant he found my clit and pushed that little hood back, his whole face lit up. I swear, he looked like he’d just found buried treasure.
“Y’all, check this out,” Nick said, eyes wide as he pointed right at my clit. That got both Luke and Blake’s attention—they popped off my boobs and leaned in to see.
Luke just grinned. “That thing’s tiny.”
Nick’s finger started touchin’ my clit, making me squirm without even tryin’. Then Blake took over, rubbin’ gentle, while Nick slid down and found my entrance. I knew he was about to go for it.
Luke? He went right back to suckin’, happy as could be.
Nick eased his finger in, slow as molasses, and Lord have mercy, my body gripped him tight, desperate for more. I couldn’t get enough of the way he was takin’ his time, explorin’ inside me. I’d been wantin’ Ethan to play with me like that for so long.
“It’s so damn soft,” Nick muttered, grinnin’ wide as he slid in and out of me. “She’s a river down here,” he laughed, soundin’ way too proud of himself.
With Blake workin’ my clit and Nick buried inside, I felt that familiar pressure start to build—the same one I got messin’ around with the shower head.
I looked up and caught Ethan sittin’ there, clutchin’ a throw pillow over his lap, just taking it all in. For some reason, it turned me on even more that he was just watchin’, lettin’ his buddies have the time of their lives with me instead of jumpin’ in.
If this was how things were gonna be between us, and I finally got to cut loose and have all the fun I was missin’ out on, perhaps I was more than okay with it. Sure, it was weird, but I couldn’t help but like that part.
Maybe I’m just that kinda girl—the one who likes foolin’ around with a whole bunch of guys. Maybe Rose Parker was a slut, and she was just now comin’ to terms with it.
Oh.
Oh god.
All that bottled-up want, all those nights I got myself worked up and never did anything about it, came flooding out. My fingers curled tight, and that warmth just kept building, wave after wave, rolling through me. My eyes fluttered, a moan slipped free, and that only fired ‘em up more, makin’ everybody rougher and faster.
I don’t think I’d ever felt anything like this before. My head got all floaty and dizzy, the world spinning as that wave turned into a deep, throbbin’ ache that just wouldn’t quit climbin’. Every second, the pressure built higher, ‘til I swore I was about to burst from the anticipation alone.
My head flopped back on the couch, mouth hangin’ wide open. “Oh, Lord,” I gasped. “Don’t… don’t stop.”
And let me tell you, they didn’t slow down.
When it hit, it was like a whole damn fireworks show went off in my body. Heat rushed everywhere, my toes went numb, and my eyes squeezed tight—I’m sure my face was scrunched up somethin’ fierce. My legs shook so hard I could barely keep ’em still, and there was no stoppin’ the loud, shameless moans that spilled outta me.
“Push her legs back, so I can get in there extra deep,” Nick said to the others.
Blake and Luke wasted no time, slippin’ their hands under my thighs and foldin’ my legs up toward my chest, holdin’ me wide open while Nick went to work with a second finger, just pumpin’ away and draggin’ every last bit of that high out of me. It was a downright mess between my thighs, so wet I could hear it every time he drove in.
“Look at them boobies jiggle,” Blake laughed, at least, I think he did. It all sounded far-off and fuzzy, as though I had cotton in my ears.
Then it hit me again—fireworks, even bigger than before. My whole body just gave up, goin’ loose and limp, while my brain felt like somebody’d stuck one of those tingly head massagers right inside my skull.
Nick finally let up, pullin’ his fingers out, and the guys started laughin’ about who knows what as my heels dropped back to the floor. I just melted into the couch, legs all shaky, breathin’ hard, while their hands kept findin’ me for little squeezes and grabs here and there.
By the time my head quit spinnin’, I felt one of the guys tuggin’ my panties up my legs, pullin’ me up to sit. My dress was slidin’ up right after, straps slippin’ over my shoulders. Everything was a little hazy.
Suddenly, I was buckled into the passenger seat of Ethan’s truck, legs still wobbly as he backed us outta that driveway. I looked down and found my white bra sittin’ in my lap before glancing over at Ethan—my eyes driftin’ lower.
His dick, pointin’ straight up, straining against his shorts.
I didn’t bother hidin’ anything. I slipped my straps down and got my boobs out, probably givin’ the oncomin’ traffic a full view while I put my bra back on. Straps slid up over my shoulders, and Ethan sneaked a look at me, cheeks red as a tomato.
He turned his eyes back to the road, real quiet. “You enjoyed that?” he asked, not mad, just soundin’ unsure of himself.
Well, I’ll be damned. He’s actually sayin’ it out loud.
My head fell back against the headrest and let out a long breath. “I… came twice, so… yes, I’d say I enjoyed it.”
We rode in silence for a solid five minutes, neither of us sayin’ a thing.
Outta nowhere, Ethan blurted, “I think I’m a cuck.” His knuckles went white on the steering wheel. “Or… I dunno, maybe it’s hotwife stuff. I’m still not clear on the difference. Been lookin’ it up online since Carter’s house…. you think less of me now, don’t you? Tell me the truth. Don’t sugarcoat it.”
I blinked, takin’ a hot minute to sort it all out in my head. “No… I don’t think less of you. Gotta admit, it’s a little weird to me, but… it kinda seems fun.”
He let out a breath and nodded. “I think what really gets me is the denial part.”
“Denial?”
He swallowed. “Yeah… lettin’ other people do things with you before I get my turn.”
“Okay,” I said, starin’ out the windshield, just tryin’ to take it all in. “Let’s save this talk for later, when my head’s not scrambled like eggs.”
He held up my phone. “You left this in the truck. Your mother has been calling nonstop.”
Shit.
“Just get me home,” I muttered, snatchin’ it from him.
Mama was fixin’ to be furious I hadn’t checked in. She oughta know by now, but I know she’ll act as though it’s some big surprise every time.
Well… so much for sneakin’ in and hidin’ the dress. That ship had sailed.
I needed to move out.
“Already goin’ that way,” Ethan replied, not lookin’ at me, just focusin’ on the road.