Chapter 11 - Hospital Love and Amanda's White Journey

"Owwww," Nik said, shuffling in the hospital bed. 
 
 He rested in a private, spacious room. A TV hung from the corner ceiling, and various furniture scattered about the room. He could hear water running from the bathroom. 
 
 "Good to know I'm alive," he said, feeling up the wound. 
 
 Fingertips grazed the many staples that sealed the hole shut. He felt weak but didn't feel like any other damage was done. 
 
 "Good to see you awake," Dr. Rai said, coming out of the bathroom with a cup. "Here, take a drink. You must be thirsty." 
 
 Nik complied, not shocked to see the Indian doctor. It was a hospital after all. 
 
 "How long have I been out?" 
 
 "A day and change. Surgery was a complete success, although I found some interesting war wounds while I was digging around and sealing you up." 
 
 "A time long past," he said, swallowing hard. 
 
 "Now, now, don't be coy," Rai said, running a smooth, brown finger along his leg under the hospital gown. "Your girls told me you already told them about it. You never told me though." 
 
 The naughty doctor teased him. Even after surgery, she found pleasure in teasing the man. Slow, soft caresses designed to take his mind off the pain and on something more enjoyable. 
 
 "I didn't know I had put a collar on you." 
 
 "Well, you are the White Rajah. Do I really need a collar when you've got me wrapped around your thumb already?" 
 
 Her eyes didn't leave his for an instant. Fresh lipstick denoted her dirty intent as the rest of her body and clothing looked like she hadn't gotten much sleep. Her doctor's coat hung open, and the top of her blouse showed off her luscious brown tits. Biting her lip, she did not ask permission when grabbing hold of his sexual muscle. With each stroke, each caress, Nik relaxed better than any painkiller. 
 
 "Where are Valerie and Michelle?" 
 
 "Don't worry, your loyal house niggers were here a long time waiting for you to wake up. I told them I'd personally take care of you. Apparently they are having issues with some lawyer and had to go back to the school. You don't like my hand jobs anymore?" 
 
 "So they are okay, that's good." 
 
 "And some girl came in here yesterday evening. I forget her name. Cute and young. Mulatto. Sally...Sandy..." 
 
 "Suzy" 
 
 "Yes, that's it. She looked sad and almost burst into tears when I let her in to see you." 
 
 "I doubt that. She is a tough nut." 
 
 "Harem's honor. She bolted right out of here the moment she saw you unconscious in bed." 
 
 "At least she is not a total ice queen." 
 
 "Look at you, my White Rajah, getting barely legal girls to fall for your devilish charms. You can tell me, going to breed the black out of her and put a white bun in her oven?" 
 
 Rai laid on the dirty talk as her magical hand found each and every sensitive point on Nik's cock. Within only a few minutes he was on the verge of cumming, trying not to squirm and feel pain from the stab wound. 
 
 "Just lay back and relax. Let me milk you dry. I'd love to suck you down but I'm on duty in a few minutes. A girl has to stay professional," she smiled. 
 
 Cum burst out into her hand as she cupped the head, letting each blast hit her palm. Using his own cum, Rai keeping stroking his cock, rubbing all the delicious seed into his shaft. Carefully, she leaned over and engulfed as many inches as possible. He was too big for her but it didn't stop her from trying, cleaning him up as best she could. In under a minute his cock was clean and Nik felt like falling asleep again. 
 
 "I'll come by after my shift to give you a bath. I'm not a nurse but I trust you won't mind me acting as one?" 
 
 "No need for that," a familiar voice said coming into the room. She was dressed in a candy stripper's outfit, and had her hair in pigtails looking as cute and girly as possible. "I'll take care of Daddy." 
 
 "Gale, what are you doing here?" Nik asked, surprised. 
 
 "Valerie was a good nigger and called me, told me everything that happened. I guess she is okay. I still don't like her though." 
 
 "You do attract a variety pack, don't you?" Rai said, leaning over to openly kiss the tip of Nik's cock, winking at Gale. 
 
 "If you're trying to make me jealous, I'll have you know I'm Daddy's good girl. I won't get jealous unless he gets off on it." 
 
 "I'll come and check on your later," Rai told Nik, leaving the room with a smile. 
 
 "Did you want me to get jealous, Daddy? Will it make you feel better to hear me say how I don't want that Punjabi slut around you? How I'll spank her dirty pussy for daring to touch my Daddy?" 
 
 Gale skipped over and knelt by the bed, mouth open in a sign of deviance and servitude. 
 
 "As much as I'd enjoy fucking your face, Gale, I'm a bit on the mend right now." 
 
 "Oh, silly me," she giggled. 
 
 Instead, the fitness nurse helped Nik up out of his bed and toward the bathroom. 
 
 "I'll give you a long, relaxing bath, Daddy. I made sure you got the best care and treatment here in the hospital. Private room, good food, and a bodyguard to keep you safe from those stupid ghetto monkeys." 
 
 "Uh, thanks, Gale. Who is the bodyguard? I didn't see anyone outside the room." 
 
 "Daddy is being silly. Me, of course." 
 
 Gale flexed her bicep. The firm muscle popped up on display. Like Michelle and Valerie, Gale was a 3F Babe: fit, firm, and feminine. If you put a leather jacket on her she'd be an instant modeling star for those who enjoy tough chicks. 
 
 "I've got black belts in more martial arts than you can imagine, and there is that reason I know your dirty secret, Daddy," she said, leaning in to kiss his neck. 
 
 Her tongue lashed out, licking a sensitive spot she found on him the other night. It got his cock instantly hard. She was a fuckdoll, an Asian fleshlight for her man. Stamina was overrated. She wanted cum, lots of Daddy's cum, and the quicker he came the more cum she got in her holes. 
 
 "Help me into the bath," Nik said, tentatively trying to sit in the pool of water. 
 
 "It is not the biggest tub but it's the best the hospital has. Now, you just lie back and relax. I'm going to be your fantasy nurse today. I'm going to be your aphrodisiac painkiller." 
 
 Her hands rubbed deep into his shoulders, massaging him, kneading out all the tension and stress built up. Nik sunk deeper into the water, eyes closed, and just soaked, physically and mentally. 
 
 "I've got someone else looking after the gym for me. I'm all yours, Daddy. I'll be your anything to make you feel good. Don't hesitate in telling me what you want me to do to you." 
 
 Reaching into the tub, she gripped his cock lightly, then harder, rotating the firmness of her fingers. She listened and looked for subtle clues. A good girl doesn't need to be told all the time what to do to please her Daddy. A good girl notices what gets him hard, gets him high, and what doesn't. 
 
 A quivering lip, barely noticeable except for her trained eye, let her know to stroke him more gently. One finger caressed the tip of his pisshole, dancing on it to a song only heard in her head. Kneeling over the tub, she allowed Nik to take a good look at her cleavage. 
 
 "How did you learn to pleasure me so well, Gale?" he asked in a happy, serene voice. 
 
 "I'm a chink, Daddy. We're good at studying, and I studied you for a long time. I watched everything dozens of times, focusing on different parts so I'd know each and every pleasure spot, and to know what areas you avoided so you wouldn't cum quickly. But hush now, just let your chink do all the work. I don't want the Punjabi bitch to get any milk from you tonight." 
 
 X 
 
 Valerie looked sternly at Amanda, finding it harder and harder to put up with the charade. 
 
 "I won't let you intimidate one of my students," Valerie shot out. "The cops are not done with her, and I won't let anyone interfere in a proper police investigation." 
 
 "Corrupt, white cops, you mean. Don't you have any pride for you own kind, Valerie. I'm starting to think you're on the criminal's side," Amanda shot back. 
 
 A light knocking at the door interrupted them. 
 
 "Miss Weiss, can I see you for a minute. There are some forms needing your signature," the secretary asked. 
 
 "I'll be there in a moment. Sorry, Mrs. Baxter, I'll only be a minute. I think we need a break anyways." 
 
 Before she got up, the principal clicked a button on the metal camera hooked underneath the table. Amanda scoffed openly, immediately grabbing for her phone. Once alone, she gave a call to her husband. 
 
 "Yeah, I'm getting stonewalled here. Some of the staff are not receptive to our intervention. That cracker teacher made a few friends. How much does Mr. Jackson know about his wife's dealings with the cracker teacher? There is something going on." 
 
 Once she started talking about Nik, Amanda's legs spread open and one hand crept between her legs. 
 
 "You should have a talk with him to see if he knows anything. I'm also sensing resistance from the principal. Where is she? Out to do some paperwork." 
 
 The black lawyer started sliding a finger along the crotch of her lacy panties, teasing her moist pussy. 
 
 "It is our wedding anniversary in a couple days. I bought something special for us," she teased, trying to push her panties inside her pussy with the finger. "What do you mean you already have plans? Business meeting? Don't give me that bullshit. I ain't some off the farm nigger, Jerome. It is our wedding anniversary. I am not going sexless for another year. We hardly get any alone time together...No, you settle down. Friday night I'm expecting some loving. You know what, I'm too pissed to talk to you right now." 
 
 Furious, she hung up and tossed the phone on the desk. 
 
 "Oh but dear, I've got an important business meeting with the NAACP. Stupid cotton picker. I lost weight, straightened my hair out all nice, and got this overly expensive suit and the stupid nigger still won't look at me," Amanda said out loud to herself. 
 
 The door opened suddenly and Valerie stepped back in. 
 
 "Sorry about that, Mrs. Baxter. You know that some paperwork can't wait. I hope we've both...calmed...down..." 
 
 Valerie saw Amanda was upset, arms folded, and had a facial expression that screamed PMS. 
 
 "Something okay? Something happen as I was gone?" 
 
 "No, nothing, I'm fine," she said, taking back her phone and straightening her outfit. 
 
 "If you want to talk about it, or want to take a break until later, I'll understand." 
 
 Amanda paused, hesitant. There was a question on the tip of her tongue and normally she wouldn't have asked because of the verbal disagreements she had with Miss Weiss and Mrs. Jackson, but her husband pushed her off the cliff. 
 
 "You're an ambitious, attractive woman. How do you survive being single?" 
 
 Valerie was taken aback by the bold question. It was equally embarrassing and a stroke a luck. Embarrassing because she had been single for so long, and could guess why Amanda asked, but also a stroke of luck because it was the 'in' she was looking for. 
 
 "I try and keep my mind on work. That is the easy answer. But some nights the loneliness is too much. Alone in an apartment, no one to hold me, or kiss me, or say sweet words to me, it feels like sorrowful cabin fever. In those cases I...indulge." 
 
 "Indulge?" 
 
 "Fantasies. If I can't have a healthy relationship in real life, I let my imagination take over and think of the perfect man for me. No filters. I just go wild." 
 
 "Do they work?" 
 
 "Oh, they definitely work. They keep the edge off. It sounds silly but a girl needs an active fantasy life to help her explore her darkest desires." 
 
 "What kind of...what kind of men do you fantasize about?" 
 
 Valerie smiled. "Gotcha!" she thought. 
 
 Leaning in closer, the friendly, gossipy smile still beaming, Valerie put a finger to her lips. 
 
 "Just between us girls?" 
 
 Amanda nodded. Her expression changed throughout the conversation from pissed off to shy. 
 
 "White men." 
 
 Amanda shifted in her chair and Valerie knew she snagged her. To anyone else watching they'd have thought it was a normal body movement, but the principal knew better. She was a born Oreo and knew the signs when she saw them. 
 
 "Something so scandalous about being with a white man. That flawless, ivory skin. Strong muscles. A stare that can delve into a girl's soul. And, of course, their huge cocks." Valerie gave off a girlish giggle saying the dirty word, trying to put Amanda at ease. "I know as a proud black woman from the islands that I shouldn't be so turned on by them, but dammit, when my pussy gets wet, it gets wet." 
 
 Amanda slightly bit her lip for a split second, daydreaming during Valerie's speech. 
 
 "But it is just a fantasy after all. All white men are racists anyways. It is not like one would be attracted to me," Amanda said. 
 
 "To you?" 
 
 "I mean to us, black women, that's what I meant." 
 
 "Well, between us girls?" 
 
 Valerie waved Amanda in closer and whispered in her ear. The lawyer's eyes bulged, and the principal just smiled wickedly. 
 
 "Try it out. You might like it. I suggest you look at this specific video first. What's $20 if it takes the edge off? It is the cost of a date these days." 
 
Valerie grabbed a pen, writing down a special website and video to search up.
 
 "I think I need to go now," Amanda said. 
 
 "Are you sure? Don't we have more to discuss about the lawsuit?" 
 
 "Tomorrow...I forgot something important...sorry..." 
 
 Her mind was elsewhere as she bolted from the office. In her haste, Amanda never noticed the spot of pussy fluids that occupied her seat. Valerie smiled at the sight, knowing that the lawyer slowly lost control. The principal herself couldn't stop her fingers from rubbing her sore, wet pussy lips. Even though Nik recuperated in the hospital, every time they fucked her holes stayed tender for days after. 
 
 "All for you, Massa. I'll make sure that nigger doesn't cause us any more problems. I'll turn her into a pathetic piece of white fuckmeat for trying to interfere in our lives." 
 
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 Amanda rushed out to her expensive car to drive home. It was a wicked, raunchy website that Valerie told her to take a look at. White is Right Productions. The name sickened her. So racist, so sexist to use minorities for the sick, perverted fantasies of white men, but her pussy clenched at the idea. Her mind flashed back to the other day when she saw Nik's toned, firm body and how he easily controlled the black youth in the office. 
 
 The woman was lonely, so lonely, having put everything into her career. She couldn't remember the last time she had sex with her husband, and it wasn't even that good. A couple humps and then asleep. The black woman didn't know if she felt her husband's cock inside her or if it was her imagination. 
 
 "He must be so hung..." she mused out loud, speeding home. 
 
 There was an important appointment at four o'clock. Pulling into the driveway at three gave Amanda more than enough time to work her finger magic and stroll into the important business meeting like nothing special happened. Sitting down at the computer in the master bedroom of the giant mansion, she typed in the website. 
 
 No one occupied the mansion. The maids were out on break, and the gardeners had finished for the day. Amanda could be as loud as possible without any embarrassing moments. The webpage popped up to life and immediately the sexually frustrated lawyer gulped. The front page had a hot, barely legal black teen sucking the head of the biggest cock she ever saw. So long and thick, and spider webs of saliva flowed off it. But more importantly she looked into the girl's eyes. Heaven. The woman looked happy, fulfilled. 
 
 Amanda hit the search engine for the specific scene Valerie talked about. The preview picture had a white man, tall and buff, wearing a luchador mask. It was a white and red mask with an ornate shield design. He held an Asian girl by the hair and his long, thick cock had her asshole gaped out wide. The Japanese woman had a shocked look on her face, like she never knew a cock could be that big. 
 
 Clicking the video caused a paywall to pop up. Amanda never paid for porn before, the few times she indulged, but Valerie said if anything could take the edge off it'd be this video. Quickly putting in all the credit card information, the video popped up and instantly began playing. 
 
 The white man walked into the house, dressed in a fine suit. The Japanese girl sat on the couch looking cute and docile, watching the man with baited breath. Subtitles popped up on the screen, in both English and Japanese, rotating with each speaker. The man was there to collect a debt, and seeing the father not at home, would take the interest payment from the sweet, innocent 18-year old daughter. 
 
 She looked worried, frightened, as the tall, muscular gaijin man kissed her, molested her, basically raped her as punishment for her dad getting in with the wrong crowd and not paying his bills. But for every kiss, cockslap, and salvo of spit, she got more vocal, greedier, turning from hesitant victim to willing participant. By the end of the video she had been cum in or on a half dozen times, all in one take. No quick cuts. The scene ended with the father coming home, and the girl saying in a broken 'Engrish' accent: "White Baby, Daddy!" 
 
 Amanda looked on gob smacked. It was horribly racist to her social justice warped mind. To think a minority woman would be so prideful in being bred by a white man. But her fingers and pussy did not think the same way. They melded together in a symphony of orgasmic delight. They never stopped rubbing and thrusting the entire video. Even when the man pissed on the girls face as a reward for rimming out his dirty ass, the degrading act only made her cum harder. 
 
 Without thinking, moving entirely on instinct, she clicked the next video. It was a different actor but he was still hung like a horse, putting his white pipe to good use on a black woman. Located in a barn, and the accents and terminology used made it a period piece. Every time she heard the word nigger her body convulsed. She was taught to hate that word but only if it came out of the mouth of a white person. Hearing it said by a white person for the first time in her life had the opposite effect. There was no hate, just a switch in her primal brain being turned on that craved it to be said to her. Before this video, she only ever heard blacks say the word. 
 
 Soon a couple hours went by. Her eyes were glazed, her pussy sore but satiated, and her mouth dry from drooling all over herself and the expensive business suit that graced her body. It took a phone ringing to break her trance. 
 
 "Hello? What do you mean where the hell am I? The meeting is not until four." 
 
 She looked at the time on the computer in horror. 6pm. She spent three hours fingering herself to dirty, disgusting, interracial porn. 
 
 "I got caught up in something and lost track of the time. I know the case is important...I can't get into it. Don't yell at me. It is all your fault anyways!" 
 
 She hung up the phone on her husband and turned it off. In frustration she threw it on the bed. A new screenshot popped up on the site. 'Coon lawyer meeting the clients.' Despite being in hot water for missing the meeting with a big client, needy fingers couldn't help but click play. 
 
 "Oh...I need this...fuck...what is wrong with me. No, no, I'm a professional. I have clients that need my attention." 
 
 Despite her words, her eyes kept looking at the screen, looking at the half-dozen white pipes that were laying into the black lawyer in the jail cell. It took every ounce of willpower to stop, instead bookmarking the page for later viewing. 
 
 "I have more important matters to attend to than fantasizing about fat, delicious white cocks..." 
 
 Amanda walked into the bathroom to take a shower. The sweet smell of female orgasms soaked her body like perfume. It was shameful enough to have lowered herself to fantasizing about white men. It would be even more shameful and scandalous if it leaked out. Her reputation, her husband's reputation would be ruined beyond repair. Still, she couldn't help but dream up more dirty scenarios in her head as she enjoyed the hot water on her skin. 
 
X 
 
 "Daddy, you're so kinky. You came in me so much. Isn't my gook fuckhole more pleasurable than those dirty niggers?" Gale purred, head resting on Nik's chest. "You're still so hard. Give up teaching, Daddy, and just move in with me. I'm a rich girl. I can easily support you." 
 
 Nik stroked Gale's hair, his eyes closed as he tried to rest from the hours of carnal delights. Gale had used gymnastic contortions to suck and fuck him in ways that it would not rip the stiches. He did not know the human body could bend like she bent, or was able to balance as perfectly as she managed. 
 
 "It is my calling, Gale. I'm good at teaching." 
 
 "Your calling is using your fat cock to make girls swoon, Daddy," Gale pouted. "You're telling me you'd rather spend your days dealing with ghetto trash than fucking me?" 
 
 "No, this was supposed to be a stepping stone assignment. I don't intend to stay at this school forever. It is not good for my health. And as for fucking you, I'll fuck you any time I want, where I want. This pussy is mine now," he said, grabbing it and shoving two fingers inside to feel his own goo still rooming inside. 
 
 "Well, well, looks like the stud couldn't listen to my directions," Dr. Rai commented, licking her lips at the sight of Nik's naked cock. "Does the girlfriend share, or do I have to play sidebitch and sneak in once she leaves?" 
 
 "I'm a good girl. I do what my Daddy tells me to do whether I like it or not," Gale said with an arrogant smirk. 
 
 "Right, and if 'Daddy' said for you to rim me out and drink my piss?" 
 
 "You don't get to call Daddy, Daddy. I'm the only one, you Punjabi slut. You're lucky I don't fuck you with a baseball bat for saying that." 
 
 "Okay, okay, settle down girls. Let us all get along. I don't want a race war to break out. Sometimes I feel like the UN with you girls, trying to make sure I don't wake up next to one of you stabbed in the back by the other." 
 
 "Fun image considering you literally just got stabbed in the back," Rai commented, kneeling down next to Nik. 
 
 Her hand stroked the powerful cock at the base, leaving the tip to Gale's tender ministrations. Just like with Michelle and Valerie, Rai looked right into Gale's eyes in a power play, marking her territory. Gale glared directly back. The two girls stroked and caressed in unison, never once glancing the other way, seeing who would break first. 
 
 "You can never be Daddy's sweet girl. I've already drank his piss and rimmed him out. I've already proven to him that I'll be his anything, his whoriental rapedoll." 
 
 "I love a challenge. If you're just a rapedoll then maybe he needs a girl with a more seductive aura about her, one that will keep him on his toes and ignite the fire in his engine." 
 
 Nik was on the verge of falling asleep. Tired eyes had little stamina left, and all the worship Gale plastered onto him had taken its toll. The hand job felt like a lullaby, it was so soft and caring. The only thing missing was one of the girls to motherly stroke his hair and say sweet nothings in his ear. 
 
 "What do you want, Daddy? Want your gook rapedoll to jerk you off, or this Punjabi bitch upstart." 
 
 "Dr. Punjabi Bitch." 
 
 "I'm tired of you two bickering right now. Save it for when I'm not wounded. If both of you are so eager to yap like jealous schoolgirls then use your mouths to suck me off as I get some sleep." 
 
 Gale didn't need to be told twice, sinking her head down to engulf the uncut cock, licking inside the pouch to tease her man. Despite her Domme attitude, Rai shared without a word of protest, sucking on the pair of ivory balls. Faint lipstick stains remained from earlier suckfests but that did not deter the doctor, choosing to put a fresher, personal coating on the orbs. 
 
 Even in the throngs of pleasure, Nik's eyes closed on their own as he faded off into blissful unconsciousness. The two women never said a word or stopped, eagerly fulfilling the task before them. An undisclosed time later, Nik woke up smiling. Lips were still planted on both sections of his cock. 
 
 "Did you two girls continue sucking me the entire time I was asleep?" he asked, eyes still closed as he shifted positions sleepily. 
 
 Reaching down he grabbed the hair of one of the girls, pulling her up for a passionate kiss. Something felt odd about the kiss but the woman covered his eyes, shifting to bite along his neck. 
 
 "Who said I was Gale or Rai?" Valerie said in his ear. 
 
 "And hello to you too, Michelle," Nik said with a happy smile. 
 
 "Morning, Massa. We came by to say hello before we went to work." 
 
 Valerie let go of his face. Nik smiled, turned on to see his Negress bitches dressed to the tens in their work suits. Gale sat in a corner chair, sleeping peacefully. 
 
 "She was passed out on your cock when we came in. How long did she suck you?" Michelle asked. 
 
 "A long time if this is the morning," Nik replied. "So, how goes the war at school?" 
 
 "Amanda is going to eat out of our hands soon, Massa. I planted the seed in her head last night and I've got her on tape calling you a cracker. I've got another meeting with her today. I think her husband is like Michelle's." 
 
 "Gay?" 
 
 "No. Your husband is gay?" Valerie asked, surprised. "I thought you just like cheating on him." 
 
 "You didn't hear me say that. So what do you mean he is like my husband?" 
 
 "You know, like doesn't sleep with you. She acted like she got nothing, not even a kiss goodnight. She had a phone argument with someone in my office. That was when she asked me about how I was able to handle being a single professional." 
 
 "And that was when you sent her to the website. Devious," Michelle commented. 
 
 The two ladies had stopped sexually servicing Nik, instead rubbing his arms and chest, doting on him like a couple of love struck teenagers. 
 
 "I heard Suzy had come to visit," Nik said, changing the topic. "Is she okay?" 
 
 "She wasn't in school yesterday. I made sure to check her attendance. Poor thing, to get involved with gangs. She was lucky not to get raped," Valerie told him. "Bad enough there are pimps and pros but they are smart enough to do it when we can't catch them, and would we want to catch them? We want them in school to learn and get out of the life, not tossed into jail for something so frivolous." 
 
 "If this is the same Suzy that is dressed up like a Goth, feel sorry for the girls she pimps out, Val. She isn't the girl next door type. She could give Gale there a run for her money in the loony bin department." 
 
 "Just check to make sure she is okay," Nik said softly. "I don't want her to think I blame her for this happening." 
 
 "You've got a big heart, Massa, but my money is on her setting you up. I've never trusted her," Michelle replied. 
 
 Valerie leaned in to give her Massa a deep kiss, followed by Michelle. 
 
 "We need to get to school. Just rest, Massa. It will still be there when you're ready. Don't let the chink pop your stiches," Valerie told him. "We'll be back again later." 
 
 Nik watched his two beautiful bitches walk out of the room, their firm butts in their tight skirts on full display. Head resting on the pillow, he knew he was a lucky man. Few, if any, people would have four sexy ladies waiting on them hand and foot. It made getting stabbed slightly less annoying as he was a positive thinker, and always thought about the greater scheme of things. 
 
 "I'm going to need a bigger house...I don't want to know what kind of arguments they are going to have over closet space..."