Disclaimer : The author of this work in no way claims the events represented in this story are factual . Should anyone represented in this work of fiction read this ( which I doubt they will ) and take offense , please know no offense was intended upon writing this alternate version of reality . Please , if you are easily offended , do not read this . This story contains strong language and adult content . I wanted to crawl under the table . I had been with them all evening and no one had so much as mentioned the Beatles ' music . I never suspected they were all secretly thinking lurid things about me . So much for believing I had friends . " Excuse me , " I said , trying to remain calm , while going completely crazy inside . " Everyone , this is my friend , Cynthia . Cynthia , these are some of my classmates . " " But it 's true ! I saw it on telly the other day ! " Gretchen slurred . " And a lucky girl she is too . That Lennon is the absolute most ! Tell us both of you , how big is his cock ? " " That 's quite enough , " Cynthia said quietly , a pained look in her eyes . " Gretchen , you cheeky cow ! " Jane exclaimed . " Let 's get you to the loo to splash some water on your face … maybe stick a finger down your throat , shall we ? " Jane and another of my study partners took hold of Gretchen and dragged her off . I couldn 't believe it . I could barely look at Cynthia . I lay my glass on the table in front of me and followed Cynthia away from our group . My knees felt wobbly beneath me and I took deep breaths fearing another panic attack like I had watching the boys ' press conference the week before . It also didn 't help that I had been drinking too . I just hoped to God that the number of drinks I had wasn 't big enough to loosen my tongue too much . " I know that the press gets hold of something and just won 't let it go , " she continued . " But I trust you . And I trust the boys . And most of all , I trust John . " Was she kidding ? How on earth could she trust any of us ? Was Cynthia Lennon really that naïve ? What made her trust me ? She didn 't know me particularly well . And even if I wasn 't in the picture at all , there was still the simple fact that her husband was an international superstar . Did she really think he got in from doing a show and went straight to bed ? Did she really think that all the Beatles didn 't take full advantage of the women that threw themselves at them on a nightly basis ? Did she really think they were being fully faithful , loving husbands and boyfriends ? Surely not . How could she possibly be that in the dark ? Besides , she had seen us together in various incriminating situations like that incident at the party with Claude . She had to know something was going on . Everyone else did . I just didn 't know Cynthia well enough to be able to tell what she was really thinking . Was she being sincere ? Or was she testing me by saying these things ? Was she waiting to see if I slipped up somehow ? Maybe she was purposefully trying to make me feel guilty . I just wasn 't sure . " Well , have no fear , " she smiled . " Anyway , love , I just wanted to let you know , so I 'm thrilled I ran into you tonight . I 'll let you get back to your friends now , unless . . . you mind if we join you ? " " Aw , don 't let Gretch get you down . She 's passed out cold in the loo . Can 't handle her liquor , obviously . " I was surprised to find that someone actually didn 't know the latest gossip about the Beatles . And I was thankful . Maybe that meant Jane had actually wanted to hang out with me because she liked my company rather than the fact that she was impressed by the company I kept . It occurred to me that was how it must be for the Beatles all the time ; never knowing who genuinely likes you and who just wants to be around you because of who you are . It was a miserably lonely feeling . The next few days passed without event . I was too busy studying for exams to worry myself with anything or anyone . In fact , I didn 't even speak to John long when he phoned . Just long enough to hear his voice and to tell him I would talk to him later . My first exam was Monday and I returned home feeling like I had done well . I took some solace in the fact that I didn 't have an exam on Tuesday , so rather than studying right away , I decided to catch up on my sleep . It was a cold winter 's day and perfect for lying in , so I changed into my nightgown and decided to read a book for pleasure rather than one I had to read for school . I think I read about two pages before I fell asleep and didn 't wake up again until I heard a noise in the darkness of my bedroom . It was pitch black in my room . No one answered . My entire body became rigid with fear when I felt the bed clothes moving as someone crawled beneath them . " Please ! No ! " I yelped in a panic . " You scared me to death . I forgot you all were getting back tonight . You didn 't remind me . Oh , why didn 't you remind me ? " I asked , trembling and sobbing with happiness . I kissed his shoulders and his bare chest and neck . I could feel my body trembling against the warmth of his naked body and he stroked my hair . My tears soaked his chest and he pulled away from me and tried to kiss them away . As he kissed my eyelids and my nose I moved my lips to his , planting them on him and kissing him long and hard . " I been waiting me whole life for this , love , " he replied . His hands held the back of my neck tightly as we searched each other 's mouths with our tongues . And then I felt them slide down my back massaging slowly . I dug my nails into his back pulling him as close to me as possible , but it just wasn 't close enough . He reached down and grabbed the bottom of my night gown and pulled it up . Since we were both lying down , it was a bit of a feat for me to get it off and we both giggled at the struggle . But the laughter quickly subsided as there was nothing funny about what was coming next . His tongue ran silkily across my collarbone and up my neck to my jaw line where he began to plant small wet kisses until he reached my mouth . And at that same time , his callused fingers found my pleasure spot and began to rub me gently . I gasped into his mouth and a shudder ran throughout my body . I ran my fingers through his hair over and over as he massaged and plunged his fingers deep inside me . And I kissed his chest and tugged on his tiny nipples with my lips . I could feel the orgasm building inside me and I began rocking my hips with the rhythm of his fingers . I could feel him hot and throbbing against my thigh and I reached down and took hold of it . I wanted to return the pleasure he had just given me . I tightened my grip around it and moved my hand up and down along the shaft and John moaned in appreciation . I kissed his chest and his neck as his hands explored my body , all the while keeping a firm grasp on his most important appendage . I kissed my way down his chest and stomach until my lips found the head of his erection and I flicked it teasingly with my tongue . And the more he moaned and the heavier he breathed , the more excited I became . I began sucking faster and harder . I was completely out of control with desire for him . But suddenly I felt him tug on my hair and he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back up to his mouth . He kissed me hard and long . I knew he was trying to spare me , but I wanted to make him orgasm . I reached down and grabbed his hardened flesh and worked it with my hand until I felt a rush of warm liquid on my thigh . John shuddered and gasped and kissed me hard on the mouth plunging his tongue in desperately . " No , I know , love . I missed you too . I never want to be away from you . Ever . I sodding hate it . I 'm a completely different person when I 'm with you , you know . I think I 'm meself when I 'm with you . More so than I 've ever been at any other time in my life … " " I can 't , John . Even if I did stay , we wouldn 't be together . You 'll be at home with Julian , where you belong . " I couldn 't argue with that because it felt so right . Somehow it seemed true . No matter how illogical . I snuggled as close to him as possible and buried my face in his neck . We lay like that for a while . In the silence . In the darkness . I pulled away from him and looked in his eyes . I kissed the tip of his nose and then his lips , chin , and then his lips again . There wasn 't a more beautiful man than him . And I had him . At least for the night . The next morning John and I made love twice before getting in the shower and doing it once more there . We couldn 't get enough of each other . I loved everything about him ; his hair , his eyes , his strong nose and sparkling white teeth , his broad shoulders and thick , manly thighs . I loved the way he looked in and out of clothes , the way he smelled salty and sweet at the same time , the way he spoke so softly at times and with such force at other times . I loved the crazy faces he made and the ridiculous voices he used . Most of all I loved the way he loved me . I had never felt more loved by one person in my entire life . Maybe not even by my parents . I didn 't have a test that day and the only class I had was going to be used as a study hall , so I decided to skip class and stay inside with John , as he , amazingly , didn 't have anything scheduled for that day either . We lounged around all day . I made him breakfast and lunch and we watched a bit of television , but mostly we just enjoyed being with each other . He told me about the tour . About how crazy it was and how fed up he was becoming of the whole scene . He said the kids couldn 't even hear their music and that they just used their concerts as a reason to go mad . He was becoming very tired of Brian telling them what they could and couldn 't say during press conferences . And Paul , who he felt was always taking charge and trying to control things , was agitating him . In short , he needed time off . He needed time away from all of them . And I could understand that . It couldn 't be easy living , working , and hanging out with the same people day in and day out . After a while everything everyone did would begin to drive you completely crazy . While he spoke , I imagined him coming back to America with me . And the two of us running off and being together somewhere where people didn 't recognize him . And he could have those days not as John Lennon , the Beatle , but as John Lennon , the man . John Lennon , the man that I love . But I knew that was impossible . He had responsibilities at home . And even if he didn 't , there was no where he could really go that he wouldn 't be recognized . I think even my Sinatra - loving parents would be able to pick him out of a crowd . There was no hope for freedom . And I couldn 't think of anything sadder . John lay on the couch reading the newspaper , and I went and squeezed in between his warm body and the sofa . He was such an intelligent person . I wondered if other people were as aware . Or perhaps I only was because we were so close ? I admired the way he was so interested in current events and political and social issues and how he followed them avidly . For a while he read the news aloud to me . I loved hearing him read . I stared at him , watching his lips move and his eyes search back and forth across the page behind his thick glasses . But after a while he stopped reading . I rolled off of him and onto the floor in hysterics , trying to get away . I hopped up and ran off , but John was too quick for me . Before I knew it , he had scooped me up off of the floor , into his arms and was carrying me into the bedroom . I tried to fight back , tickling him when I got a chance , but in no time , his hands were between my legs and I was his . He had won . Just like that . " Oh no you don 't . The John Lennon I know is no quitter . That 's right . He doesn 't stop until he has fully succeeded at whatever it is that he set out to accomplish . " " Hey , wait a minute ! What about you ? You 're fully clothed . Now , I can 't see how that 's half fair . " " Oh John … I 'm … so sorry . I didn 't mean to … " but I couldn 't finish my sentence . I burst out laughing . " Just look at what you did . All you had to do was unfasten ' em , you know . And now … " he said , using his hand to flap the material of his pants that hung open at the seam . I broke out laughing again . He was just so cute standing there in his brown and white striped pants with his underpants exposed and the top of his creamy thigh peaking out from the bottom of the rip . John started laughing too . He unfastened his pants and let them drop to the floor . And by that point , I was hysterical . I could barely see him through my tears of laughter . And the more I laughed , the more John did . He threw himself back onto the bed and we rolled around laughing and tickling each other like children . I pinned him below me and began tugging at his sweater to get it off of him . I pulled my top off and sat there , straddling his waist , looking at him . He reached up and unfastened my bra and my nipples instantly hardened in the cold air . He took each of my breasts in his big hands and massaged them gently . Then he rose up taking one in his mouth . His mouth was wet and warm on my nipple and the sensation sent shivers throughout my body . I could feel his hardened erection pressing through his underpants against my bottom . I slid myself backward on his lap , across his erection and John groaned , his mouth still on my breast . He closed his lips tight around my nipple and tugged at it gently . I rocked back and forth across his hardened penis ; enjoying the pleasure it was giving me . John put his hands on my hips and helped me along until I was virtually slamming myself against him , near orgasm . " Whoa . Slow down . We 're not teenagers anymore . We don 't have to settle for humping on top of our clothes , you know , " he breathed heavily . The sight of his stiffened penis was mesmerizing . I had never seen anything more perfect . I reached out and touched it . It was hot in my hand and the tighter I closed my hand around it , the more I could feel it throbbing . But I wanted to feel that throbbing inside me . John slowly lowered himself on top of me and entered me little by little . It was always such an amazing feeling when he was inside me . It was a feeling of being totally complete . A feeling of being whole . He moved slowly in and out of me with long , steady strokes . When he pulled almost all the way out I thought I was going to go insane . I grabbed his perfectly round backside and pushed him back down to me and John giggled . He loved to tease me . At one point , when he was inside me , he just lay there completely unmoving . I clenched my muscles around his erection and watched his eyes roll back in his head . I smiled . Two could play that game . I orgasmed three times before it was all over with and then we fell asleep in each other 's arms . John spent the night again . I wondered where Cynthia thought he was all that time , but I didn 't want to ruin things by asking him . Nothing had ever been more perfect . " No , John . I can 't , " I laughed , trying to free myself from his clutches . " I have to go to school . This is my last week . " " You 're not even awake ! " I laughed . " And I 'm already going to be late . Will you be here when I get home ? " " Don 't worry about it , John , honestly . I know you need to be with your family . I understand that . Just call and we 'll get together when we can , " I kissed him once more and set out for school . That day at school proved to be an interesting one . I noticed some reporters on campus with their microphones and cameras pointed at several students . I had a sinking feeling it had something to do with me , so I stayed as far away from them as possible . It sure had taken them long enough to figure out exactly who I was , but I was thankful for the months of peace . But now that they knew specific details like where I went to school , they would surely want an interview with me before too long and I wasn 't the least bit interested . I wondered how long it would be before they had gotten a hold of my address as well . I had a mental image of arriving home to a virtual camp of newsmen set up outside my apartment in order to get an interview . I would surely have to move . But perhaps I was getting ahead of myself . In two days I was going back to America and I would be able to escape this chaos and recuperate . Possibly . The truth was , I didn 't have any clue what was going on in America . Maybe the American reporters were ages ahead of the English press and had already dug up all the dirt on me they could find . Maybe they had already been reporting on my wild ways as an American teenager : my running away from home ; my playing hooky from school ; my alcohol abuse ; my getting pregnant out of wedlock ; and then my miscarriage . Maybe being in America would be an even bigger nightmare . I didn 't even want to think about it . If I continued on , I would talk myself right out of going back home , and I knew that was not a good idea . I needed to be away from everyone and everything for a while . I ducked into a nearby restroom to avoid the reporters interviewing a boy and girl from one of my classes . But even the restroom was no escape . While in one of the stalls I overheard two girls gossiping about the incident at The Scotch several days earlier . I couldn 't believe it ! If I hadn 't have been afraid they 'd run right outside and tell the reporters I was in the restroom , I would have charged out of that stall and taken both of those girls by the hair ! These were the rumors that were going around ? I was a whore and Cynthia slapped me , deservingly , for being so ? It just wasn 't true at all ! It was unbelievable to me that these girls , two girls I didn 't even know , not only knew my name , but were gossiping about me as if we had known each other all our lives . I waited in the stall for them to leave and then I went out and looked at myself in the mirror . How had I managed to screw things up so royally ? Everything was going beautifully since I had moved to England . Until , that is , I met the Beatles . From then on , it was almost as if I had reverted completely back to my old self . Had I left the restroom stall a few moments earlier , and bopped those girls upside their heads like I wanted to , I might as well had been sixteen years old again , because that is exactly what my former self would have done . But I didn 't . I had controlled myself , even if it was only out of fear of being discovered . No matter what , I was different now . I just had to keep reminding myself of that . I kept my head down and trudged on through the rest of the day . Two more days in hell and I would be back across the pond where it was , theoretically , safe . I only had to make it through two more days . After school , I wandered around the streets of London for a few hours , afraid to go home out of fear that reporters would be there as I had imagined . It was freezing out , so I kept popping in little stores and cafes to warm up . I stopped in one bookstore and picked up a fan magazine and quickly flipped through it . There was not one photo or article about me . I breathed a sigh of relief and put the magazine down and started out of the store . The boy blushed and pointed to a photo he had hanging on the wall behind his register . It was one from the shoot I had done in Piccadilly ! I was in an evening gown , standing in front of the fountain looking positively Fellini - esque , but gorgeous nonetheless ! You might have thought I was a real model in that picture . I hadn 't seen the photos from that shoot , so I was a bit taken aback . " Do you have any of those prints for sale ? " I asked the clerk . " Oh … um … " he stumbled on his words , a bit flustered . " I don 't think … well … Here . You can have this one , " he grinned , handing me the photo from off of his wall . And then I handed the picture back to him . The grin on his face was priceless and I left the little store feeling wonderfully silly . After that , I jumped on the tube and went straight home . If there were reporters outside my apartment I would just ignore them and go inside . I had too much studying to get done to bother with them . Luckily , there was no one outside so I went straight in my house and got busy studying . And I only took a break to catch the boys on " Top of the Pops . " The next day at school was a clone of the day before , only I felt like I did even better on the final I had that day than I had on the previous one . That evening John wanted me to go to his house where everyone was getting together to watch the London broadcast of " The Music of Lennon and McCartney , " the special that Christine and I had traveled to Manchester to watch the taping of . But I declined . I only had one more final exam and it was going to be my most difficult . I needed to stay at home and study . And that is precisely what I did . In fact , I didn 't watch television that evening or even answer the phone when it rang . And by the time I went to bed , I felt like I was sufficiently prepared . " I hate to tell you all this , but your professor had a terrible accident this morning and will be unable to attend the examination . Another teacher would have been here in his place had we been notified sooner . However , now it is simply too late to pass out the exam . " " Come up off your knees , now , Maggie . That 's not gonna get you a better mark than any of the rest of us . Not this time at least ! " a boy in the back of the room said . I was seething with anger . I spun around in my seat searching for an indication of who had said those nasty things . " Funny , is it ? " I asked through gritted teeth . A collective moan filled the classroom and in addition was exclamations of " That 's not fair ! " and " This is shite ! " But I smiled to myself . I had received a good grade on that paper ; much better than I probably would have done on the final exam . He nodded to me and I grabbed my book bag and hurried out as fast as possible . I wanted to get away from everyone . In fact , I never wanted to see any of their faces again . Finally , I was free ! I went straight home to shower and change clothes . John was coming over to spend my last day in London with me and I wanted to look nice for him . When I got out of the shower I wrapped my hair in a towel and put on my robe . But stepping out of my bathroom I nearly died of a heart attack . " John ! What are you doing here so early ? " We walked as one unit to my bedroom . Once there , I pushed him down onto my bed and then I jumped on top of him . We made love all afternoon , neither of us wanting to get out of bed . When the evening came John mentioned how hungry he was . He left the bedroom and in a few minutes , I heard him speaking lowly to someone on the telephone . He was asking someone to bring us food ! I couldn 't help but laugh . That was his idea of making me dinner . I put my robe on and joined him in the kitchen , where he was seated reading the newspaper . " Hm ? Oh , well you know . Just loverly . Absolutely marvelously . Yeah , so you just go on and put some clothes on now . I can 't be bothered looking at you all sexy in a dressing gown , " he said comically . He knew I was on to him . Still , clothes did sound appealing since I hadn 't had them on since I arrived home and was absolutely freezing . So , I went back to my bedroom and left him to his newspaper . In a few minutes the telephone rang . I was trapped somewhere in my turtleneck , I think I was trying to put my head through an armhole , and couldn 't get to the phone . It stopped ringing after only a couple of rings , so I figured they must have hung up . Then I heard John talking . No ! Surely he hadn 't … Had he ? Somehow I pulled the turtleneck off and rushed into the living area where John was hanging up the phone . " Did you just … Tell me you didn 't … Why would you … " I couldn 't even finish a thought before another started out of my mouth . " Look , I don 't know . The fuckin ' thing was ringing so I answered it . It 's what I do at home , so it 's what I did here . Like Pavlov 's dog or something . " " Come on , Maggie . No one knows it 's me . It 's not like I answered it , ' John Lennon , here just shagging Maggie Jones ' fuckin ' brains out . Can I help you ? ' " " Still , John . It 's not as if your voice is completely unrecognizable . And with all the rumors and everything , I just don 't think … " " Mal ? I don 't know this Mal you speak of , Miss , " John raised his eyebrows snobbishly and then shot a huge grin at me . " I 've prepared the dinner , Madam . " John and I had a nice long dinner , talking and enjoying each other 's company . He told me about " Top of the Pops " and everything I had missed at the little gathering at his place the night before . And I told him about the reporters at school and the girls in the restroom . " Get away , Maggie . You shouldn 't feel guilty about anything , " he said . " Neither of us should . It 's a complicated situation , but when it comes down to it , we love each other and that 's nothing to feel guilty about . " After a while the telephone rang again . John got up and picked it up , teasingly threatening to answer it . I pinched his nipple through his shirt until he finally gave up , giggling like a child . " Well , I was waiting on you to call me back , but since you didn 't I thought I had better call you . The young man said you would call , but … If you don 't mind , who was that fellow ? He said something about cartwheels ? " " No , you 're right , deah . We didn 't have to . Marie … oh I forget her surname . Anyway , you remember her , the lady that used to work with Claude . Well , apparently she 's quite impressed by you and has taken it upon herself to promote you for us . Free of charge . She 's informed the press themselves of exactly who you are . . . You know , all the information they might need to make quite the story out of you . Why we didn 't think of that I will never know . It 's the most brilliant way to get your name out there , of course ! " " Fuck her career , you bleeding hag . She doesn 't need your shite ! I 'm the only thing she needs . You fucking call back here and I 'll make sure you 're out of a job ? Understand , you cunt ? " John yelled and slammed the phone down . " Fuck ! " he screamed angrily . " If I could keep my dick in my pants the bitch might not have done this . She 's sodding jealous . Is that it ? " " Oh Maggie , I 'm so sorry , love . I don 't mean to hurt you . I 'm a bastard and I was angry with you . I was just certain you were in Paris shagging any number of fuckin ' French dickheads , and I was out of my mind on drugs and drink . " We talked until the wee small hours of the morning , had a long goodbye , and then John went home . He had plans with his family the next morning , so he couldn 't stay the whole night . And truthfully speaking I welcomed the alone time . I hadn 't packed and my flight left first thing the next afternoon . If John had stayed I don 't know when I would have gotten all my things together for my trip . I stayed up the rest of the night packing and only fell asleep when I had finished around 8 : 30 that morning . I had already made plans with Christine for her to take me to the airport , so I figured I would sleep until she knocked at my door . Which is exactly what I did . Only it wasn 't Christine I saw when I groggily answered the door that afternoon . After we had been driving for a while I noticed Neil was taking a strange route to the airport , but after having already insulted him once , I didn 't want to do it again by asking if he was sure we were going the right direction . So instead , I just kept chattering away , pretending I didn 't think we were lost . We pulled up to a house where I had never been and I couldn 't contain myself any longer . He smiled at me and then tapped on the car horn three times . After nothing happened , I shot him a curious look . Then the front door of the house opened and George hurried out and over to the car with Christine following closely behind . Out came someone dressed in black pants , a black sweater , black coat , and the green floppy hat I had given to Pattie . As the person hurried over to the car , I noticed they kept their face pointed toward the ground , hidden beneath the hat . But I would recognize the shape of those thighs anywhere . " The plane plane , " John repeated . " Ah yes . She needed mine too . Also . As well , " he said , pulling the hat off and tossing it onto George 's lap . " Listen , I won 't be in the middle of this the entire trip to the airport . You lot asked me to come along and I was more than happy to oblige , mind you , but you can 't just be snogging right on top of me ! Maggie , trade me places , won 't you , love ? " George said . " And John promised me a good trip out of it , if you know what I mean , if I promised to come along . So here I am ! " George said . I was sort of hurt . John had said that I would do it with him the next time he took LSD . I mean , sure he had done it while I was in Paris , but that didn 't count , in my opinion . And actually , I wasn 't even sure I really wanted to take it . It was just the fact that he didn 't even ask me to do it this time . Was he just waiting for me to say something about it ? If so , I didn 't really think it was an appropriate time , so I bit my tongue . We finally arrived at the airport and John kissed me goodbye quickly inside the car so no one would see . " I 'll call you everyday , " he said . Then we all got out of the car and each of them hugged me goodbye . By that time airport security had arrived and was standing around , looking very intimidating . I was impressed . John must have set everything up beforehand . When he finally did call me , I would have to be sure to remember to ask him how he managed to pull it all off . To all of our surprise and disappointment , there were a few photographers also standing around , snapping pictures . John and I exchanged a very platonic hug and handshake , in which he slipped me a piece of paper . Then he pulled a face in attempt to keep me from feeling so sad about having to say goodbye . And then they were gone . And I was left alone with airport security , who surrounded me in order to keep the crowd from closing in . I felt very uneasy about the whole thing and all the muscles in my body were tense . Security escorted me onto the plane where I took my seat , embarrassed by all the fuss . But the longer I sat there , the less embarrassed I was . What beautiful friends they all were for sending me off so sweetly . And how wonderful was John for planning the whole thing ? I just loved him so much . I remembered the piece of paper he had slipped me and I unfolded it . Please donut despair , mein fairy maiden . Zwei wochen willkommen go before we even realize it and ve vill be togezer zoon enough . Ja ? All coal ewe very daze . Direct to yore house . With love from the heart of my bottom , And just below the crazy little cryptic message was a silly drawing of a Cyclops - looking man kissing a creature that appeared to be a sheep . And I laughed out loud at the joke , which I 'm sure , was John 's intention . It was " ewe and eye kissing ! " John was so crazy . But I suppose I must have been just as crazy to be able to understand him so well . I began to cry when I thought about spending the next two weeks without him . Things had been so rough the last few days , but when it was just he and I , it was as if we were the only two people in the world and it was simply heaven . The plane took off and I gazed out the window . When I returned to London it would be 1966 and I prayed to God that with the New Year , would come some light at the end of the tunnel . Freda lives in a daydream where everything is possible and nothing is off limits . This story is her first attempt at fanfiction and she would greatly appreciate your feedback . Thanks for stopping by !