"All Aboard!" Part 4

"All Aboard!" Part 4

by Julius
Copyright 2004





Suddenly, it seemed, six months were gone and Art's next railroad club meeting was upon her. The tidying and preparing that had once delighted her, was now irksome.

Six more months of sexless marriage and here she was, catering for his get-together. Dammit! Why bother?

Not that the half year had been sexless for Muriel. She'd bedded his whole group, every last one. If pride was a sin, how about being proudly sinful? Oh but she'd loved it. All seventeen of them had fallen to her charms, or had they jumped? Not once had Art come onto her, not once. And she'd given him ample chance and sometimes, not a little encouragement.

Her last conquest had been that very Saturday morning. Only just in time to complete her collection. Bob, cute Bob, a real old goat but a gentleman too. He'd knelt under the kitchen table and had eaten her for breakfast. God! she could almost come, just thinking about his mouth, like father like son. And of course, her mind skipped to the son, young Mark.

Muriel sometimes wondered about nymphomania. Was there such a thing? Was she becoming a nympho? Muriel the Nymph, hmm, she liked that. She turned back to setting up the buffet. Having all her conquests under one roof together, should be a fun afternoon.

John arrived half an hour early. 'Doctor' John as she thought of him.

"Where's Art?" he asked, glancing around.

"Downstairs, cleaning track. You're the first arrival," she glanced at the clock, "and pretty early at that."

"Missed you," he said and moved close, slipping his arms round her. His hands slid down over her ass and he began working her skirt up over her buttocks, inch by teasing inch.

She moaned and pressed herself against him. He was hard against her belly. "Oh but I need some of this," she murmured, grinding against his erection.

When he'd bared her ass, his fingers found her thong and began to pull it upwards. Tight between her legs, and tight into her pussy, she loved the feeling of invasion. "You're cutting me in half," she said. He pulled harder and she squirmed against the thong's tightness, revelled in the feel of his hardness. God, she was so horny it was like a fever.

Art's footsteps sounded on the stairs and Muriel and John pulled quickly apart. "Hello there John, you're early," Art said and added to Muriel, "any coffee Moo?"

The two men went downstairs together, with mugs of coffee, leaving Muriel with her hungry pussy, and a longing she thought would drive her mad.

Ralph arrived next and they chatted. Muriel was folding napkins at the kitchen counter. She soon found herself with him stood behind her, his erection nudging her ass cleavage, while his hands cupped and squeezed her breasts. She was squirming her ass against him and wondering how she was going to endure much more when the doorbell announced another arrival.

After that they arrived one after another for about ten minutes. No chance for anybody to give her more than a hug or a peck on the cheek. She was almost relieved.

Finally, the rush ended and she wondered about the two new members Art had mentioned, especially the new lady member. Didn't seem the sort of hobby to attract a female. But then she thought, there were females and there were females.

With pretty well everybody there, she left the front door open and fled to the bedroom to change. The early arrivals had upset her schedule.

She undressed and stood in front of the mirror for a few moments. She cupped her breasts and nodded her approval. She half turned and checked the reflection of her ass. Not bad for fifty something, she thought.

The last six months had been wonderful. The next few hours promised to be very interesting. God, she needed some cock. Maybe she could just ..., her hands strayed south. No! There was no time. She crammed her heavy breasts into a white, half-cup bra that produced a spectacular cleavage and followed that with a thin, white cotton blouse. She struggled her usual black leather skirt up over her hips and zipped herself in. It was too short but she knew what it did to the guys. No thong, no panties, would any of them manage to discover that fact? She hoped so. She ran a comb though her black hair, not a trace of grey thanks to Clairol. Finally, glossy strawberry lipstick and she headed downstairs.

In the kitchen stood a woman who smiled and apologised, "Forgive me, but the door was open and nobody answered my knock."

"You must be Sandra, the lady modeller."

Sandra smiled, "Sounds like something out of Playboy," for a small woman she had a deep, rather sexy voice.

Muriel liked her on sight. "You'll be wanting to go downstairs to play," Muriel said, gesturing across the kitchen.

"Not really, my only interest is the pocket money from painting sky and clouds and back-scenes for their layouts."

"Coffee then? Let's go sit in the living room."

Muriel lost track of time as they talked and laughed. She was angered and then amused at how much Art had told Sandra about their relationship.

Coffee drunk, Muriel opened a bottle of wine and this began to loosen tongues a little more.

"Art says you've played around with guys in his group," followed Sandra's third glass of wine.

This confirmed her guess that Art hadn't completely overlooked her activities. "That's right I did," Muriel told her with great satisfaction.

Food and entertaining forgotten, Muriel opened a second bottle and the two women found themselves getting along wonderfully. No interruption from downstairs save the murmur of voices.

"Art and I haven't been lovers for a long time now. A girl needs a little fun."

"You bet," said Sandra enthusiastically.

Sandra was a secretary with Art's law firm and worked much of her time for Art. Muriel sensed more than a professional relationship and felt a pang of jealousy, but then again she couldn't imagine the attraction. Art was too much the workaholic and Sandra seemed too warm and bubbly for a man of Art's cool personality.

"So which ones were your choices?" asked Sandra.

Muriel giggled, "All of 'em."

"All of them!"

"Every last one of them, all seventeen," said Muriel, a note of pride in her voice, "Except you of course," she said and hiccoughed.

"Well, not yet," Sandra shot back.

This made Muriel think. She'd never really been attracted to her own sex. The wine and the intimate nature of the conversation did lend a warmth and a closeness. Sandra was very like herself in proportion but maybe fifteen years younger. Medium height and abit on the heavy side. Full of bosom and wide of hip, all the more reason to wonder at any possible playing around with Art, she was too much like Muriel.

The level in the second bottle dropped and the two women found each other good company. Soon Muriel was telling all about Art's shortcomings.

But when Sandra started telling her about Art's plans for the afternoon she found herself smiling. She was angry, but the idea of enjoying what Art thought of as punishment had a certain sweetness.

"Well," she said, "it would be fun don't you think?"

"If you think so," said Sandra in surprise, "it's your choice now."

Feet sounded on the stairs and Art appeared, "Oh hi Sandy, there you are." Annoyance registered on his face at the sight of the two women sitting together on the couch.

"Will the food be ready soon Moo?" he said.

"Bring the guys up in twenty minutes," she told him. He headed back down to the basement.

"Moo?" queried Sandra.

"Goes back a long time to when he seemed to care," shec upped her hands under her heavy breasts and hefted them and said, "Moo, not very flattering but the name stuck, I'm afraid."

"Yes he is a tits man," she caught Muriel's glance and blushed and Muriel wondered again about Art.




Art herded the guys upstairs and they began filling plates with food. Most moved into the living room but some milled around in the kitchen and dining area. Muriel was surprised that all of them seemed to fit in somehow. Half chose coffee or tea and the rest settled for a beer, all drinking happily from bottles.

When everybody was busy, Art called them to order and said, "I've got a movie here for everyone to watch, but first, a present for Moo"

Muriel was standing in the kitchen and knew the 'fun' was about to begin. She exchanged glances with Sandra who gave her a big wink. Art walked through to the kitchen and took Muriel by the elbow and led her through to the solarium. Sandra had walked through behind them. "Here, sit down Moo, close your eyes and hold out your hands."

She sat and closed her eyes. She felt hands moving at her waist and knew it was Art. Something tightened around her waist and Art grunted. More touching and this was at her ankles. She opened her eyes in alarm and looked down. Too late, she was tied to the chair. Rope around her waist and Sandra kneeling on the floor tightening plastic cable ties, securing her ankles to the chair legs.

Some futile struggles and angry questions at Art's retreating back. Some because she knew she had to act surprised but some of the performance was quite real because she was both angry and not a little scared.

Art headed back to the living room but she could hear him plainly enough.

"Gentleman, perhaps five months ago I had cameras installed in every room of this house. I'm sure you all know why," he said and paused, no doubt enjoyingthe drama of the moment.

"I took the films from the cameras from time to time and I've made another delightful film featuring the highlights." Muriel sensed he was really enjoyinghimself.

Art continued. "Copies are in a safe place," he paused to let the threat sink in, "so I'm sure you'll be only too happy to cooperate this afternoon."

She heard a tape being put into the VCR. "As each of you appear on the screen I'd like you to go through to the solarium and Moo will pleasure you for one last time and then you can run along home."

"Sandra!" Art raised his voice, "don't forget our tape will you? You'll help Muriel all you can, I'm sure."

Surprised Muriel looked up at Sandra who went over and closed the door. She said very quietly, "He has a rather compromising tape of me which would end my chances at the university and my job with the law firm. No degree and out of work. I'll help whether I like it or not."

The sun streamed into the room. Sandra went round tilting the horizontal blinds to give Muriel privacy but still letting the sun shine in. A gentle knock at the door. Both girls called, "Come in," almost in unison and then did the same as they said, 'sorry' to each other.

John walked in. "I'm so sorry about this," he said. He glanced at Sandra and back at Muriel and raised an eyebrow, wondering about the younger woman's presence.

"Come here John," she said.

"We don't have to do this you know," he told her.

"I think we do. No doubt one of Art's cameras is watching. Besides, you like the things we do together don't you?"

Another glance at Sandra and he said, "Yes of course I do."

Hormones care nothing about trivial things, they just race through the body when the mood takes them. Muriel reached for his zipper.

She smiled at Sandra's gasp as John's cock reared erect. Apparently his hormones didn't care either. My goodness, he's so big, thought Muriel.

John's cock was a job for mouth and both hands. Mouthful and hands full, God but he was beautiful. She heard his breathing deepen and felt her pussy clench. Quite suddenly Muriel's body took over, and all that mattered was John's cock.

His hands cradled the back of her head and he began to fuck her mouth with a gentle urgency. He too seemed to have forgotten Sandra's presence and the circumstances.

It didn't take very long, he seemed to telegraph his urgency and then he was coming and Muriel drew her head back and directed his cum over her face. She revelled in the feel of the hot jets against her closed eyelids.

John bent over her, "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Don't be," she said, "I loved it."

The door closed behind him and Sandra came with some tissues for Muriel to clean herself up.

Muriel reached a hand under her skirt and felt the wetness there. She glanced up at Sandra, "This is crazy. I'm so horny. How can I be when ... " she gestured around her helplessly.

"You looked like you were having fun."

"Fun? The world's most beautiful cock just went out of that door, and all I have is a cum-wet face and blouse. My pussy wanted some of that," said Muriel.

"Yes and the owner of that cock never gave me so much as a glance," said Sandra and began to unbutton her blouse, making the excuse, "it's warm in here or maybe the floor show is hot."

Another knock and this time Sandra went to open the door.

"Hello Ernest," Muriel said. Her mind went back six months to when he'd taken her while she perched on the vanity in the bathroom. Ernest was the founding member of Muriel's little railroad group.

He said hello to Sandra, his gaze lingering on her opened blouse, before returning to Muriel. "Seems Art has outsmarted us, my dear."

"Well, come and give me a goodbye present," said Muriel, beginning to unbutton her own blouse.
To Muriel's surprise, Sandra went and knelt in front of Ernest and unzipped him. Her clever fingers had his cock out in moments and she gently brought him to full erection with her fingers. He didn't resist, although he did look a little surprised. "Two maidens, just for me." She brought him to stand in front of Muriel and picked up a bottle of lubricant from a little table. Art seemed to have thought of everything.

Muriel took the bottle from her and squeezed a generous amount into her cleavage. She eased her breasts out of her bra cups and held them for him.

Ernest slid his cock into her slick cleavage with a groan and fucked her breasts while she squeezed them hard together. The pressure of her hands and the thrusting penetrations of Ernest's cock felt exquisite. She stared down and watched the swollen cock-head appear disappear at the top of her deep cleavage.

Sandra watched delightedly.

Ernest, despite his years, soon came between Muriel's tight-squeezed breasts and up over her throat. He sat in a chair breathing hard and loud and allowed Sandra to put his cock away for him and carefully zip him up. When he'd thanked them both and gone out,they looked at each other.

"Isn't he a dear?" said Sandra.

"Mmmm," sighed Muriel kneading her slick breasts. She thought wistfully about Ernest's cock on that far off Saturday, wishing. Her pussy spasmed, perhaps it was wishing too.

"Now you have a come-filled cleavage; life gets better by the minute," Sandra told her, in a voice that said they both were having fun.

And so her railroad lovers came, one after the other and she helped them come, one after another.

Sandra had kept undressing slowly, a garment, it seemed, for each visitor. Now she wore just panties. As each man had come in, his eyes had lingered on Sandra's exposure. There was no doubt she was aroused, the way she moved and the jut of her nipples proclaimed it very plainly. But she always steered them to Muriel. Even so, Muriel just knew the younger woman was just as aroused as herself.

When yet another happy lover had closed the door behind him Sandra announced, "He was number eight, you've made it to half way down the list." Muriel was secretly pleased. She was enjoying this. Her arousal had somehow become a manageable, steady state. She squirmed her ass on the wooden seat, very aware that the wetness under her was all of her own making. She ran her finger tips over her face and then her breasts and wondered if male ejaculate was really good for the complexion. Sandra laughed delightedly when Muriel suggested it to her.

Muriel needed a pee very badly. Sandra found a pair ofscissors and freed her to visit the bathroom just outside the solarium. She squatted there and experienced a near ecstasy of another sort. As she was leaving she glanced in the mirror, her breasts, out of her bra, glistened and her nipples poked out proudly. Had they stopped their poking since this day had started?

She opened the door and Sandra was standing there. She escorted her back to the chair and they stood facing each other.

"Watching you perform is driving me wild you know," said the girl. Her eyes flicked down to Muriel's bare breasts.

Muriel gave a nervous little laugh and, quite on impulse, took Sandra's hand and placed it on her right breast. "I know what you mean. I've been horny as a mink since I found out about all this." She gestured around the room with her free hand. She remembered Bob's efforts under the breakfast table and realised she'd been horny all day.

Sandra squeezed her breast and Muriel growled softly in her throat. Sandra bent her head and kissed the big nipple. Muriel started to melt and felt her legs begin to buckle. She clung to Sandra as that wonderful mouth just went on loving her nipple.

Sandra came up for air, "You smell all yummy and cummy," she told Muriel.

Muriel stood very still. The air between them seemed charged. She cupped her breasts with her hands and made her nipples touch Sandra's. She moved her breasts gently from side to side and two pairs of nipples teased their owners. "I've never done anything like this before with a woman," she confessed.

"Nice isn't it?" said Sandra, her own eyes closed, her tongue playing over her lips.

Sandra dropped to her knees and slid Muriel's skirt up her thighs. "Oh God, you're not wearing any panties."

Just kiss me, Muriel begged silently, thrusting her hips forward, yearning. Sandra's nose brushed Muriel's curls and she squirmed.

Knuckles rapped softly on the door. "Just a minute,"called Sandra. Muriel cried out softly as she felt Sandra move away and stand. The need, between her thighs was suddenly awful.

But she went to the chair and, flicking up her skirt at the back, sat on the chair's wet seat. She squirmed feeling her ass slide on the wet, polished wood. She sat quietly and let Sandra tie her to the chair. There was enough cord to secure her ankles too and Muriel wondered vaguely where Sandra had learnt her knots.

When Sandra opened the door, Muriel's heart leaped. It was Mark. Mark the young man she'd brought from shy youth to wonderful lover, in a few short months. But he looked very uncertain now. She knew he cared very much for her and she for him. He crossed the room and stood in front of her. "I'm sorry you're having to do this."

Muriel bit back the urge to say that she was enjoying every minute. He was so obviously sincere. "It's OK Mark," she smiled up at him, suddenly aware and almost shy, as his gaze passed over her bared breasts and hiked up skirt. Muriel wondered what he'd like her to do for him.

Mark reached out and touched her hair and said a very quiet, "See you," and he was gone. The door to the side of the house closed and Muriel and Sandra exchanged looks and Muriel started crying.

"Wow," said Sandra. Muriel thought that summed Mark up very nicely.

"Wow's right," she said. She beckoned Sandra over and whispered, "Can you believe he just apologised and walked out? Sweet young guy and the most beautiful cock and a tongue that never quits!"

Seven to go thought Muriel. The aching want between her legs had returned with a vengeance when Mark had appeared. She dropped a hand between her thighs, not caring that Sandra or a camera could see. She was wet, so very wet and she found her clit and sobbed at the sweet delight of her own touch. If only they'd leave her alone, for just a little while.

But no, here was randy old Bill, who thought himself such a lover. He stood proudly in front of her and unzipped himself before she could reach for him. She took him out and told him how big he was. He looked so proud when she said that. He was a sweet guy and crazy about Muriel. He thought Muriel the best thing that had ever happened. Sandra came round to stand behind Muriel. Sweet old Bill, Muriel watched with delight as his eyes flicked up and down between the two pairs of heavy breasts. This was almost too much for him. Sandra handed her the lubricant and Muriel took his cock and pulled him towards her, to stand between her parted knees.

He came almost before she could pleasure him at all, all over her hand. She squealed with mock delight and he glowed with pride. When Sandra stepped forward and cleaned him off with a handful of Kleenex Muriel thought he'd die of joy.

Still the guys came, and came, then, "Just one more I think," said Sandra.

"I don't think I've ever been so cock hungry in mylife," said Muriel.

"You!" said Sandra, "at least you're getting to touch the lovely things." She slid a hand down to cup her crotch. "I'm soaking, my pussy's starving for some loving."

It was hot, with the sunshine streaming into the room and Sandra's bare skin glistened with sweat. Muriel thought she looked utterly beautiful in just the little panties. Muriel had never felt like this about another woman. My God, she thought, disbelieving; I want her.

Sandra came and stood in front of her and leaned over. Her breasts swung in front of Muriel's face. As if it were the most natural thing to do, Muriel kissed Sandra's left nipple and then drew it into her mouth. Sandra moaned and murmured, "Yes baby, oh yes." Muriel suckled hungrily and she felt as she could come, just from the sensations inside her.

The door opened and neither woman moved. A polite male cough beside them and Muriel released Sandra's nipple with a loud kiss. "Quite a turn on," Bob told them.

Muriel's jaws ached and her lips felt swollen. Even her wrists and hands were aching. Tendonitis from jerking guys off, she wondered what Doctor John would say about that.

"Hello Bob, last, but not least I trust," she said, "Sandra, Bob's Mark's dad."

"And Art's boss and my boss. Good afternoon," said Sandra with mock formality.

Bob didn't have his son's sensitivity it seemed. He stood in front of Muriel and said, "Maybe I can pay you for breakfast my dear?"

Muriel sighed. This was her last one. She clamped her thighs tight on her own needs and reached for Bob's zipper. Well endowed for a small man, the sight of his erection brought an appreciative murmur from Sandra. He glanced at her and grinned, "Plenty for two, young lady."

Sandra sidestepped this by saying, "Too much for me I'm afraid, sir."

Knowing this man was sending Art to the West Coast to open the new offices there, made Muriel only too eager to please him.

She took her time satisfying Bob. Hands and mouth and tongue taking him repeatedly to the edge. She'd learnt a lot in six months and Bob was near collapse when she bent his cock cruelly down, and used it to tease her nipples. He was begging for release by then and she took him in her mouth again. This time there was no stopping. He grabbed handfuls of her hair.

Sandra put one hand to her pussy and one to her mouth as she watched in delight. Bob thrust time and again.Then she saw Muriel's throat swallowing. Muriel dropped her hands from Bob's cock and caught her nipples between thumbs and forefingers and squeezed and pulled cruelly. Finally, finally, oh bless'ed moment, she came too.

Bob slowly withdrew his cock from between her lips. Tears of relief coursed down Muriel's cheeks and she teetered on the brink of blacking out.

The only sound in the room for minutes it seemed was that of the heavy breathing of Bob and Muriel. Finally Bob said, "Dear God! That was incredible."

"You liked that did you?" said Muriel who'd needed release so badly. She licked her lips and squirmed in the puddle she'd made. Bob's cock softened and drooled onto her thigh.
Sandra emerged from her own dream state, her hand was down inside her panties. Bob moved over to her and slipped something into her hand. They exchanged murmured words.

A change seemed to come over Sandra and she looked over at Muriel, "I've got things to do."

To Bob she said, "I'll be in for work on Monday."

Bob said he was looking forward to having her work for him. To Muriel he said, "Thank you my dear, it's been wonderful." Then he too was gone.

Sandra came over and untied Muriel. "Follow me, you may enjoy the next little while," she headed for the door. "Keep out of sight," she added over her shoulder.

Muriel moved after Sandra, a little unsteady on her feet. She felt sorely in need of a shower. Her thighs were slick against each other as she walked, her skirt was wet against her ass. I must have leaked a gallon she thought. She'd never been so aroused so long. She wondered about dehydration and smiled to herself. Her bra was still round her waist, her blouse lay on thefloor.

Ahead of her Sandra called, "Where's my slave?" She disappeared into the main part of the house and Muriel could hear muted conversation.

She dropped to her knees and peeked around the corner,very conscious of her breasts swinging free. Sandra stood with her feet apart, her back to Muriel. "Strip slave!" she ordered, "face the other way. I don't want to see your sorry face."

She reached for her purse beside the couch and produced a cat o' nine tails, short-handled, long-tailed. She swung it and Muriel heard the hiss. She crept a little further out. There was Art bent over, struggling out of his pants.

When he was naked save for his socks Sandra said, "Socks too. You look kind of silly like that." As he pushed off the second sock and straightened Sandra moved forward and dealt him a blow across his white buttocks. He yelped.

"On your knees and we'll go find a bed, I need to use that miserable body of yours."

It was too sweet to bear. Watching Sandra drive Art ahead of her, out of the living room and up the stairs. She whipped him every inch of the way, turning his ass into two hemispheres of red welts.

Muriel wanted to follow and to watch but she also wanted to rest, and rest won out. The sounds of Sandra screaming her satisfaction made Muriel clutch at herself as she lay on the couch. She needed some of that but not from Art.

"Well," said Muriel aloud to herself, "so that's what he needed." She giggled. "Why didn't he just ask me?" She'd have been only to happy to have bought a whip and obliged.

She pictured the scene upstairs and somehow imagined Sandra astride Art, impaled and bouncing frantically. Then she realised with a shock that she wanted Sandra to come down and hold her. Suddenly, helplessly tired, she fell asleep.





"Wake up, sleepy head," said Sandra's voice and Muriel opened her eyes. God but she needed a shower and a pee.

"Well, Art's sleeping the sleep of the soundly punished and the thoroughly fucked," Sandra told her. She held out three video tapes. "The solarium and us, the bedroom and me with that no good husband of yours and the masterpiece he was showing the guys. The other four cameras are empty."






An hour later they were in Sandra's apartment. Sandra showed Muriel around and then, waving a bunch of keys she said, "Bob lent me his keys, now I've got a little more business to attend to."

Muriel unpacked her bag and headed for the shower.





When Sandra returned an hour later she had a bag which she handed to Muriel. "Six more tapes. Now we've got them all. These were in his desk at the office," she announced. "There aren't any more. He talked his head off while we fucked, God but he's so pleased with himself." She took one out and turned it over thoughtfully, "Even this one of me."

All of Art's tapes. Everybody off the hook. "Sandy, how do I thank you?" asked Muriel.

"Well maybe we could sit and watch the movies you've starred in," Sandra said. "I'm hungry, thirsty and need to sit a while. How does pizza and wine sound?"

"Wonderful," said Muriel.

They waited for the pizza delivery and Sandra raised her glass, "Here's to a happy Art on the West Coast."

"To Art," echoed Muriel and broke into giggles.






With the pizza eaten and the bottle empty they sat sprawled on the couch and Muriel felt more at peace than in a long time.

She sat up suddenly and reached for her purse. "I've got something to do."

"What's that?" asked Sandra dreamily.

"Phone seventeen guys," she said, "tell them the good news."

"Sixteen," said Sandra, "I dropped the keys off at Bob's house, so he knows."

Muriel started phoning. When she got to Mark, Sandra nudged her. Muriel put her hand over the mouth piece.

"Ask him if he's busy this evening," whispered Sandra.







Muriel asked Sandra the address of the apartment and told Mark.

She put down the phone. "He sounded like a happy puppy, says he'll be round in an hour."

"Why don't you tell the rest of them the good news in the morning?" Sandra squirmed off the couch and moved round to kneel in front of Muriel. She began to pull Muriel's borrowed robe open. "May I?" she asked.

In answer, Muriel wriggled herself to the sofa's edge."So long as we get to change places soon."

Sandra gently pushed Muriel's knees apart and kissed the inside of her thigh and whispered, "Oh you bet."

Two Muriel orgasms later, Sandra came up for air. She got up and sat on the couch again and spread her legs in invitation. She looked at the clock. "Twenty minutes honey, my turn now."

Muriel nuzzled between Sandra's legs and the girl sobbed, tendons standing out on her thighs.

"Muriel?" she said, "what was that you said about Mark, 'a lovely cock and a tireless tongue'?"