Hard Education

 

Sexual Investigations Book I, Chapter 10

Donna bit into a strawberry-frosted donut, left over from the box Renata had presented her with last night. She sat a stool before her apartment's kitchen counter, contemplating proper breakfast. She debated waiting for Renata, as the tall sexy blonde was still asleep. Despite the fact it was nearly eight in the morning. Very unusual, though the idea did give Donna some pride in her sexual prowess.

She wished she could claim complete credit, the German woman's massive breasts and their extreme sensitivity were mostly to blame. Donna felt a touch of guilt exploiting that, but it had been delightful how Renata squirmed and thrashed, lost in herself at the slightest touch to her pale orbs.

A part of Donna feared Renata's wrath, worrying that the whole night was a trick. Or a dream. Donna was able to discount that last one right away; when she woke this morning, Renata's cum and milk soaked body was still laying beside her in bed. Incontrovertible evidence. Donna hadn't tried terribly hard to rouse her.

Still, the sight had instantly made Donna rock hard. Her fember remained rigid long after she left the blonde to her slumber, which was a trial in and of itself. She wanted to just plow right in, she might still have Renata's tacit approval. But there was no hurry today, she was still technically on medical leave. Wasting a day abusing sexy Renata and her glorious tits might be just what the doctor ordered.

Somehow Donna had restrained herself. She liked to think that was because of how peaceful Renata looked. Like a pastry that had been designed by an artist-chef, something too good looking to eat, to ruin, to defile. Never mind that Renata's lingerie clad form was covered with dried cum and milk. That only made her look even hotter, and somehow, even more untouchable. Donna had showered with Boxer's help in the wardrobe, emerging in nothing but a long, loose, red shirt that went to her thighs.

By the time Donna had reached a seat in the kitchen, her resolve to leave Renata be wavered. Girlcock throbbing hard, her mind was back at the memories of last night, dwelling on the elegant woman and her huge knockers. How she'd bucked, crying out, lost in pleasure. It hadn't been all that strange oversensitivity. Donna had done some of that, worked a little magic with her girlcock. She was sure of it.

It was a shame Renata probably hadn't been conscious for most of it. The thought added to Donna's guilt, and made her all the more desperate to help Renata master herself. She couldn't really experience proper pleasure like that, could she?

Donna licked her lips, drawing in errant sweet frosting. She sighed, abandoning her concerns to instead bask in the lingering afterglow. Donna focused especially on how Renata had talked to her, which was probably the sexiest part of the evening.

Giving herself to me, Donna thought, growing excited anew. She sought another donut, chocolate with white and blue sprinkles, ignoring the increasing hardness of her fember.

As much as Donna wished it, they couldn't fuck all day. They had a case. Someone in New York was injecting people with very dangerous gene-fixed tentacle monster mods. We'll talk about that today, Donna promised herself.

"She's awake," Boxer whispered, so quietly Donna thought the voice might be in her mind.

Donna glanced at the doorway leading to the bedroom, guilt flooding back. For all her speculation, for all that Renata had said, she couldn't be sure the German woman was pleased. Frozen with a donut between her teeth, Donna waited and watched.

The big breasted, long legged woman stumbled into the hall, and had to catch herself on the opposite wall with one raised arm. With crusted cum on her thighs, and dried trails of milk on her enormous boobs, trailing over the remains of her lingerie and thigh highs, Renata was the image of a well-used New York whore. Beautiful, Donna thought, staring.

When she caught Renata's eyes, however, her mood soured. The woman looked tired. Maybe sultry? Or disappointed, Donna worried. Even if it was just with herself, Donna hated to have caused that. Donna put on a smile. It didn't come out as strong as she hoped, but she soldiered on. "Morning, Renata."

Renata's warm smile restored the world, filling Donna's mind with relief. She gave a head-dipping nod and turned back into the hall, seeking the wardrobe. A tremor rocked Donna's shaft, which had resumed maximum hardness in an instant. A warm drop of pre-cum burst up from the tip, staining her red shirt. She instantly thought to chase Renata into the wardrobe and continue mating. Images of their bodies locked together, both bucking with pleasure, entered Donna's mind.

Serious, Donna reminded herself. Today is serious. There were more nights (and days) with Renata Deckholdt in her future. They were past that first day a month or so ago, when Donna couldn't even be sure Renata was interested in her. But she was. They'd fucked. Several times. And they would again. And it'd be much better the more of Renata's respect she earned, which started with solving this case.

Despite the resulting agony, Donna waited patiently, eating several more donuts and having a can of NuSlim, while Renata made use of the wardrobe. Donna strained her ears, listening to the flow and splash and spray of water, imaging it cascading over Renata's tits. She debated asking Boxer to pipe a hologram from the wardrobe to the kitchen. The consideration led to a question: does Renata orgasm wildy while cleaning herself? Maybe, like with her special bras, she'd managed to adjust to particular, expected sensations.

She'd never be clean otherwise, Donna expected.

When Renata returned, the leggy blonde wore a shoulderless thick off-white shirt that couldn't hide the heavy-duty straps of her special bra, milk tube tucked on the right. Purple leather-looking pants hugged her thighs, and she walked on comfortable, flat shoes. Her idea of casual wear, Donna decided. She approved, as much as it was possible for Donna to approve any dress other than that amazing birthday suit.

Renata approached the stools, turning the back of the next one over to sit. She said, "Boxer, french toast today. A lot. Do you require a recipe?"

"No, Renata." The woman nodded, and the apartment computer added, "Coming right up, babe."

Renata rolled her eyes at the computer's colloquial address, glancing sideways at Donna, who hadn't ceased staring at her. All cleaned up, the only thing Donna could think about was making another mess out of her. The case, Donna tried to remind herself, but it was so hard with those green eyes staring just so. Renata knew what she was doing. She did it on purpose, teasing everyone around her with that imperious, aristocratic bearing, deliberately attracting attention from deviants and bitch-breakers.

All of whom she'd see to their proper places in the end.

"And you, Donna?" Boxer inquired.

Waving a hand, eyes sticking on Renata, Donna said, "A level five, Boxer. I'm drained."

As Boxer started cooking, Renata casually said, "First thing this morning, we ought to discuss your punishment, ja?"

"My--" Donna blinked, then glanced over the counter to where Boxer used manipulator fields to cook breakfast with instruments from the kitchen unit. She faced Renata. "My what? You-- You said I--"

She paused as Renata held up a hand, smile hidden behind aristocratic stoicism. "One cannot abuse a woman of my rank without consequence. You defiled my body, Donna, and so you must pay the price."

Donna narrowed her eyes, feeling betrayed. Renata had promised--sounded so sincere. Had that all been a trick--? Meeting Renata's gaze, Donna caught a hint of a smile on the German woman's lush lips. It was so slight she felt she'd never have noticed before learning so much about Renata, after being around her all day for weeks. Feeling sly for the deduction, Donna tried to keep her tone worried. "What kind of punishment?"

Now Renata openly smiled, which seemed to confirm Donna's guess. "Imprisonment is the traditional response in such cases."

Pursing her lips, Donna eyed the confines of her apartment. Is she going to stick me here, while she goes out and works on the case? Donna felt that was patently unfair, and rather a bit too much like actual torture. She pressed her teeth together, certain as to how she'd spend the day: jacking herself off over Renata. Without the woman herself here to keep her honest, it was the only logical result. She said, "Is that how, uh, the Baroness handles things back in Bonn?"

Nodding, Renata said, "The Deckholdt line must retain appropriate respect, ja?"

Donna reclined against the stool back. She remained rock hard, so the move allowed the prominent tent her girlcock made with her red shirt to become quite obvious. "And if I escape?"

Renata laughed, the noise at once sweet and terrible. Donna shuddered, the German woman really did have the commanding part down of being an aristocrat. "Don't be silly, Donna. I wouldn't put you somewhere you could easily escape."

Donna frowned, peering close. "The station? You couldn't get permission for that, could you?" Donna immediately ran a list in her mind of officers that might visit her if she were in lock-up. It wouldn't be too boring a day. Especially if this was just an elaborate joke of Renata's.

Glancing curiously aside, Renata pursed her lips. "I should keep that in mind for the future. But, no, nothing so complicated."

Clenching her jaw, Donna frowned. "Where?!"

Swiveling her stool, Renata faced her. Their knees touched, and Donna's were forced to the side with Renata's movement. Then her legs spread wide. One hand traced up a thigh, resting over her sex, presently covered by the purple pants. And panties. Donna caught a hint of the thin strap over one hip, navy blue. She smiled at the obvious implication, cursing herself for becoming so worked up. Renata wasn't like her usual partners, being both more and less straightforward. Donna found that exciting, however.

"Unusual," Renata said, smiling seductively, "but not cruel, ja?"

"Ja," Donna echoed, eyes locked on the woman's crotch. Her girlcock trembled, and more pre built underneath the red fabric, staining it dark.

Boxer finished portions of the meal, sliding plates over using invisible fields. Donna ate like a ravenous wolf, devouring pancakes and sausages and squares of fried bacon. She had some more donuts, and drank extra NuSlim, though she had a feeling as to where all her excess calories were going today; straight out her fember in the form of copious volumes of girlcum.

Renata, of course, ate like a princess, even though she seemed in as much need of food as Donna. Her plates were piled with nearly the same quantity, if different quality of food. They'd both spent quite a bit of fluid last night, and while Donna had drank much of Renata's milky spend, far too much had spilled. Donna eyed the woman's fat tits, confined by bra and shirt but still mostly on display. She was a real prodigy when it came to milk production.

Serious thoughts intruded on Donna's dreams of sexual release, however, and she frowned. "Wait. Much as I love the idea of being locked inside you all day, shouldn't we, you know, work on the case? You haven't told me what you found out."

"I haven't," Renata nodded, forking a neatly sliced square of french toast into her mouth.

Donna made a face. "Well?"

"Today we'll train. You're still on medical leave, officially."

"I'm fit. The case?"

Renata glanced sideways while chewing. She swallowed and said, "This persistence regarding a mundane matter is surprising, coming from such an unashamedly sexual creature."

Fighting a flush, Donna chewed her lip. She loved being thought of as a sexual creature, loved thinking of herself as a sexual creature, and tried her best to act the sexual creature, so hearing Renata refer to her that way was intoxicating. That only served to remind her why she was being persistent about the case in the first place; to win Renata's favor. So, really, it was all entirely related to her being a sexual creature.

As she watched Renata, Donna knew not to let that slip. If she told Renata the truth, the woman might not find her as mysterious or enjoyable. Renata certainly enjoyed sex, but she had a serious side too, that Donna wished to appeal to. It's never been this hard before, she decided. Putting her job before her personal bodily needs, when appropriate, had always been relatively simple. Donna lapsed here and there, fucked suspects when she shouldn't, dallied and wasted days screwing, but she was only human.

Renata's amazing cunt and massive orbs made putting her nature aside extremely difficult. She didn't help, taunting Donna like this, insisting they spend another day inside fucking themselves silly. As she thought, however, Donna's concern with the case manifested as something pure, unrelated to her desire for Renata. Tentacle monster gene-fixes were dangerous and this one particularly so; it had to be stopped. She'd become a police officer to protect people, and that was still important to her, regardless of how many voluptuous, leggy, foreign blondes she had to fuck in the process.

"Anyhow," Renata went on, seemingly unaware of Donna's staring, "we will be working on the case today. Indirectly."

"Oh?"

Nodding, Renata patted her lips gently with a napkin. "Resistance training, ja?"

Donna's eyes widened as she visualized what was to come. Renata, astride her girlcock, riding without riding, sitting there as she used her glorious cunt to milk Donna's fember for all it was worth. A shudder passed through her, and another burst of pre-cum spurted up her hardened shaft.

Renata glanced at her. "Don't you think that could help? We're sure to encounter more tentacle monsters, which shouldn't be a problem if you master yourself."

"Sure," Donna said, carefully. "But won't it take time?"

"All the more reason to start now." The woman faced her fully, frowning. "I'm surprised at you, Donna. Wouldn't you do anything to be inside me?"

"Yes," Donna admitted, face warm. She felt shy, which Donna couldn't recall feeling since her teens and those earliest, wild sexual experiences. It hadn't taken her long to know what she liked, which was mostly anything and everyone, and develop the appropriate boldness in pursuit of her sexual enlightenment. Renata Deckholdt, though, was unlike any partner she'd ever had before.

"Then there's no issue."

"What about you?"

"Me?"

Donna reached out slowly, cupping Renata's left breast in a hand. She squeezed softly, eliciting a gentle moan from Renata. A few drops of milk bubbled out of her drinking tube, dripping down under the fabric of her shirt. The woman shuddered, taking several calm breaths to collect herself. Donna resisted the urge to have her right there, to fuck wildly on the kitchen table. They'd make a real mess, bigger even than last night...

"Yes, of course." Renata licked her lips, struggling to reclaim her usual stoic manner. Donna found it sexier, and more playful than she'd first assumed. Renata was a creature of control, of order, and she was comfortable in that state. And when she was comfortable, she was sexy. "I want your help with that, Donna, but not now. Once you're prepared, you'll understand better, and be more able to effect a result in the eventual process."

Donna nodded, unable to help thinking of that process. This time, somehow, she managed to get beyond the sex part, but not before a few choice images drew a response from her body, pumping more pre from her fember and slicking her cunt, soaking her stool seat. She wondered what would happen when Renata mastered herself. Probably she'd go back to Bonn.

I hope she never leaves me, Donna thought, sudden and jealous. The intensity of the idea stunned her. She couldn't recall a partner leaving her with such an impression before. Donna had slept with dozens of people she was sure were the last, and sometimes thought of them that way, but it never quite worked out. She always wanted more, a new experience, the next thing. No one had ever stuck into her.

And maybe Renata hadn't. Their relationship was still young. Maybe Renata Deckholdt was merely an extra special partner, and a month or two from now she'd be old hat. Donna glanced at the woman's profile, then at her massive orbs, squishing around in that thick shirt, barely contained by her reinforced bra. She decided she did not mind one bit if she was wrong about that. Renata was one of a kind.

Donna stopped herself from asking Renata about their relationship. As far as she knew, the German woman saw them as partners only. Close partners, but nothing like Donna's mothers. She probably thinks of me like a peasant, Donna thought. The idea inspired some fantasies, and a little sadness. There was no way Donna could ever join Renata's world of regal stoicism, managing castles and manors or whatever it is nobility in the European countries did. And her genes weren't technically pure, as her alpha mother had several gene-mods, and Donna had added more to help with the police work.

Before sadness at the idea really sunk in, Donna's optimistic nature resumed. It didn't matter what Renata did when they parted, or if they parted at all. She was determined to enjoy the time they had. Donna put on a broad, teasing smile. "You can count on me. When do we get started?"

"Right now." Renata pushed her last plate off, letting Boxer grasp it with fields, hauling it to the washer. Donna stood as Renata waved. "Come."

Donna flushed as she followed Renata to the living area proper, feeling far too giddy. Too giddy for her age, but she didn't mind the feeling at all. She'd known Renata for only a few weeks, true, but the brand-new-partner feel lingered. Renata still had surprises, each more delightful than the last. Sooner or later they'd settled into a comfortable normal, it couldn't hold out like this.

At Renata's instruction, Donna collapsed into her favorite armchair, with rounded soft rests and adjustable back and extendable footrest. Renata knelt before her, lifting the hem of Donna's shirt to reveal her hard girlcock, standing at stiff attention. A constant state whenever Donna was around Renata; even if her mind drifted, her body knew where to focus its attention.

The tall blonde grinned. "Still so eager, Donna. It's good to see you haven't tired of me yet."

"Never," Donna said fiercely, proud of her erect fember. A little drop of pre shined at the tip.

Renata stood to draw her pants down her long, smooth legs. Her panties were next, lacy blue. Ordinarily Donna found undergarments a sign of a modest or shy personality, usually less fun, but on Renata it suggested a certain class and elegance that was frighteningly sexy. Donna licked her lips, expecting Renata would remove her shirt next, but she simply sauntered over to the chair, settling with her knees at Donna's thighs. Her cunt hovered above Donna's girlcock. Involuntarily, her hips jerked, and the tip poked at Renata's slick cunt lips, barely gaining entry.

Renata made a sweet laugh. "So very eager."

Donna's teeth pressed together, as she prepared to endure Renata's teasing. She didn't worry overmuch that she'd never be allowed inside her delightful, silky cunt again. But how long might pass before then...

Grasping Donna's fember gently, Renata's soft hand guided the tip in as the woman slowly lowered herself. Donna felt every fold of flesh as she plowed inside Renata, though once the woman was settled on Donna's lap, she didn't move. She held Donna's shoulders as if for balance, her massive mounds prominent before her. Donna had to struggle to keep her eyes on Renata's, though she felt the woman wouldn't mind if she stared at that impressive, bulging endowment.

 

Donna braced herself for the coming intense experience, but wasn't surprised when Renata merely sat there.

The woman said, "Before we start, perhaps a visualization might help, ja?"

An image appeared, as if summoned by Renata's words, and Donna knew it was right. Struggling to ignore Renata's sweet sex enfolding her organ, aware of its pleasurable capabilities, Donna said, "That night I tried to have you, when you worked me over, I felt something very briefly. Like my body was a massive lock, with hundreds of tumblers, that I had to work through. Like an old style lockpicking test."

Head tilting curiously, Renata smiled brightly. The look made Donna shiver in the best way, and her girlcock throbbed within the confines the blonde's cunt. A little bead of warm pre forced its way up the shaft, tickling Donna from the inside. Renata said, "Lock tumblers. Well imagined. Yes, work with that. Your body is the lock and you need to find the key, Donna." She nodded. "I'll start slowly, ja?"

Drawing a breath, Donna braced herself. She nodded.

As promised, Renata's cunt moved slowly at first, the muscles shifting just so to caress Donna's hard fember. She shuddered all the same, nearly overwhelmed by the intensity of the precise, controlled sensations. Rumbling built deep within, as her girlcock was excited by the feel of Renata's smooth cunt. The throbbing increased, and she sensed the heat of her orgasm building, rapidly. Too rapidly.

Donna's body wasn't about to refuse pleasure, and she sensed her shaft giving in to the motions. Her mind placed something above orgasm, however: disappointing Renata. Donna forced her body to obey, grasping Renata's forearms, her jaw tight and eyes closed. "Renata-- Too much--"

"The lock, Donna!" Renata said, her voice an insistent, sultry, seductive whisper.

Pressure built on her fember. Her cunt quaked, just waiting for the moment of release. She tried to imagine the lock, the moving of the tumblers, a massive imaginary lockpick sorting its way through her nerves, setting them to order.

Then the real flood of pleasure hit, and Donna yelped with sudden intensity. It seemed as though her resistance hadn't merely delayed orgasm, but enhanced the eventual explosion. She could count on one hand the number of times she'd felt such an intense climax. Her girlcock pounded inside Renata's cunt, doing its best to empty all her precious white girl goo. Each warm spurt of long strands of seed pulsing up her shaft was a joy. Warm spend sluiced from Renata's cunt, covering Donna's thighs. Her cunt shivered in response, and Donna felt her body go slack, her limbs shuddering, her mind blank to the pleasure, incapable of knowing anything, reduced to merely experiencing.

Several minutes later, Donna came aware of Renata still straddling her. She sighed, closing her eyes. "I'm sorry, Renata."

"Don't be, ja? No one gets this on their first try."

"Did you?" Donna asked.

Renata crossed her arms, bubbling her breasts wonderfully, even confined as they were in the thick flowing shirt she wore. "Of course not. But I was a quick learner."

"Well, maybe this is just your line, your heritage. Maybe mortals like me can't learn, our nerves aren't developed properly." She licked her lips, hiding her eyes and hating that she'd made the admission. Of course she did not want to be inferior to Renata in any way, but more than that she didn't want to be a disappointment to her either.

Renata leaned close, touching Donna's chin, raising her face slightly. Renata smiled. "You can do this, Donna. A baroness trains all her lovers just so, and while some take longer than others, she has never failed to educate one." Raising her eyebrow in a seductive way, she added, "And neither shall I, ja?"

Donna felt a smile. "Sounds like a threat, Lieutenant Deckholdt."

"A promise, Lieutenant Riggs." Renata leaned back, the movement doing much to remind Donna that her hardened girlcock was still securely slotted in a welcoming, warm, wet snatch. "Now, are you ready?"

Donna nodded with another heavy breath. Renata began her motions, controlling her cunt in such a way that Donna imagined dozens of slavering tongues and gentle fingers tracing each nerve and pressing just so at exacting moments. She tried to conjure her lock, paying attention to the rest of her body, but the pleasure was too distracting. After only a few minutes, she was spurting and crying out again, having failed.

When she eventually met Renata's eyes, the woman merely said, "Again." Without waiting, she started on Donna.

By the second hour, Donna was feeling quite sore, and not just in her genitals. Her whole body ached from each attempt at controlling her orgasm. Donna clenched her jaw, enduring Renata's delicate ministrations. The German woman seemed to be getting better too, learning just how much pleasure Donna could take. Donna hoped that was only part of the lesson, and not that the tall elegant blonde was going easy on her. She wasn't sure she could stand that.

As the pleasure built, growing warm in her girlcock, Donna focused on her lock. She imagined the tumblers lining up, marshaling her sexual energy, not letting it spend itself wildly. Donna felt her body still, her muscles growing not quite slack, but restrained. The energy grew, she felt her girlcock near to exploding. All pleasure seemed to melt away suddenly, briefly confusing Donna. No, it hadn't left. Pleasure remained, intense as ever, but Donna had a strange timeless sense of examining it, watching her body's strength in action, it's energy, becoming aware of every connection.

The orgasmic pleasure was solid in her mind and Donna marveled at how concrete it felt, how terribly it flooded to and fro. She imagined when Renata did this her pleasure was somehow lesser for being contained and controlled, but it was the opposite. With precise focus Donna knew every iota of sensation in her body, and could forge that energy toward the goal of even greater pleasure.

"Ja!" Renata whispered. "Donna, ja!"

Pleasure raging in her mind, Donna blinked to awareness of Renata's green, excited eyes. The woman leaned forward and kissed her--

The spell was broken instantly as her excitement washed over Donna, drowning ideas of locks and any hope of control. Her body bucked of its own accord, girlcock throbbing with intense warmth as she spurted for all she was worth. Donna lost herself to the feelings, becoming nothing but a hard fember spraying gooey white spend inside a lover's cunt. Despite her failure, the feelings were even more intense than usual. Donna felt she was losing herself, never to be the same again.

In the depths of that world-breaking orgasm, Donna Riggs did not mind one bit. There were worse ways to go.

Eventually she returned to awareness, feeling as though she'd walked a thousand miles. She was limp in the chair, her entire body was sore. Yet Donna rarely felt as content after climax. It felt amazing. Renata sat atop her still, there was no mistaking the warm wetness of her sex, wrapped securely about Donna's hard fember. Donna stared at the point where their organs met, girlcock hidden by the toned flesh comprising Renata's core. Spunk spilled from within, a heavy white coating on her stomach, sticky and warm.

As the memory returned to her, Donna raised her gaze to the blonde's bulging chest, and beyond, to her green eyes. Renata grinned like a fool, or as near as the woman could approximate the look. She said, "Donna, I'm proud of you. You did so well."

"I lost it--"

Renata's smile faded. "My fault, ja? I apologize. I became too excited, and overwhelmed you."

"You?" Donna asked, sensing a grin. "Excited? I'll believe it when I see it."

Shocking Donna, the German woman flushed. The intimate moment made her appear far too sexy to be real, and Donna felt her member respond with a good hard throbbing. Renata composed herself, nodding. "It can happen." She leaned back, and lifted herself from Donna. Spend flowed forth, splattering on Donna's thighs and stomach. Renata let out a content sigh.

Donna fought the cool, hollow sensation of a lover departing, and frowned. "We're finished?"

"For now. You've had a breakthrough. We'll make better progress if you have time to think on what you've accomplished. That means intense, personal, solitary meditation."

Narrowing her eyes, Donna said, "For how long?"

Renata made for the wardrobe, no doubt to clean herself of the spend. Donna eyed the woman's long legs, shining with sweat or cum. She glanced at the chair, thoroughly soaked in cum. It might even be the worst mess the thing had ever seen, and Donna felt proud of that. No one could accuse her of a lack of virility. Renata turned at the corner, flashing a smile. "Oh, at least a day, Donna." Her face and tone turned stern, and she waged a commanding finger. "And no distractions, ja? Boxer, prepare Donna a suitable VR-experience."

"You got it, babe."

The childish part of Donna instantly proposed resistance, but she stomped down on that. She had a taste of what it meant, this gift of Renata's, which was easily worth a rough regime of meditation or whatever. She licked her lips recalling the experience. Mentally standing aside as a towering tsunami of pleasure flowed by... But that wasn't all, she'd sensed the ghost of reins, the possibility of taking charge, of commanding her pleasure, and really feeling her body. Maybe for the first time ever.

Donna heard the click of the wardrobe closing. She sighed, "Alright, Boxer, what have you got?"