Greetings. I don’t generally do stories about real
people, but this one is a bit different because I got
permission from the primary subject to write and post
this. She just asked to preview the story first and
that I include her web site here as well. This is a
fictional story about the adult
entertainment/big-breast genre star Minka.
The one thing I will ask is that we maintain a respect
for her privacy and not bombard her with a bunch of
emails. She was very kind in telling me that she is
very ticklish in the first place and kinder still in
letting me post a story about her.
Anyway, here’s her website for those who care and
here’s the story. I hope you like it.
“So will you do the film?”
“No, Rob, I just don’t have time right now, especially
with a new girl. Plus, you know I’m not crazy about
being tied”.
Rob was Minka’s main photographer, and he was at her
house shooting some pictures of her by the pool. He
was pitching a short film to her, one that would
involve a female-female bondage scene for about 10
minutes. Nothing heavily sexual. Rob couldn’t
understand her reluctance, and he’d pitched for
several minutes.
Minka turned around for a second. She wore some tight
running shorts and a very large white t-shirt. Of
course, the shirt had to be large as her breasts were
about the size of watermelons. Maybe larger. Her
attire flattered her figure greatly, accentuating the
extreme size of her breasts against her lean waist and
thin hips. Even though Minka was one of the
largest-bosomed of the big-breasted adult genre stars,
her athletic background in tennis still showed its
affect on her body.
Rob knew he had one ace left to play: coercion.
Minka leaned over the railing to pick up a glass of
water. From behind, Rob could see her breasts
extending and jiggling past her ribs. They still
jiggled from her walking and turning. Rob quickly
leapt behind her and frisked her ribs. Minka screamed
with laughter.
“AAAAAH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO ROB!” Minka was
doubled over the rail, and quite helpless. Her
tremendous bosom swung as she laughed and squirmed on
one side of the rail, while her legs kicked on the
other. Her narrow waist convulsed against the rail as
she laughed. Her long black hair fell in front of her
beautiful face.
“Do the film! Come on!”
Minka’s ribs were insanely ticklish, and she
absolutely hated being tickled. Rob knew that and was
using it to his advantage. He paused, giving her a
chance to speak.
“Dammit, stop tickling me!” Rob just started again.
Minka immediately shrieked with laughter. Laughter
that took an angry and desperate tone.
“NO! HA HA HA HA HA! HA HA HA HA HA! OH GOD STOP! HA
HA HA!!”
Rob paused again. “How about the film?”
Minka was angry. She knew Rob knew how much she hated
being tickled. “NO! QUIT IT!”
“Sorry, Minka!” Rob dug his fingers into her ribs,
this time near her armpits. Minka’s entire body
spasmed in response to the tickling. Rob tickled her
for almost 10 seconds before he gave her another
break.
“OH HO HO NO! HAHAHAHAHAHA! EEEEEEEE! OK OK!”
Rob quit tickling her and Minka relented. She twisted
herself off the railing, still cringing from the
terrible tickling of her ribs.
“Fine, I’ll do the film. Just don’t tickle me
anymore!”
“Great. Be at the studio tomorrow at 7”.
AT THE STUDIO…
Rob introduced the women.
“Minka, this is Sheri. Sheri, Minka.”.
Minka was somewhat relieved. Sheri, who looked
coincidentally like the little-known actress Sheri
Moon, was only about 5’2” and a very attractive
blonde-haired young woman. Minka wasn’t thrilled
about being tied down, surrendering control.
Nevertheless, she though she was much safer with a
female partner. Especially a petite one, compared to
Minka’s athletic, 5’8” frame.
As costumes, Minka wore an “American flag” bikini,
which provided marginal support to her gargantuan
bosom. The very petite Sheri wore a cowboy hat,
leather pants and a tank top.
Minka was secured to the bed frame. Her arms were
directly above her head, while her feet were tied
together at the base of the frame. Rob’s direction
was for Sheri to straddle Mnka’s hips and gently kiss
her. Sheri sat across Minka’s hips and leaned
forward.
Immediately, Minka squirmed, making her enormous
breasts wiggle slightly. “Oh, ha ha… move your hair,
Sheri”.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to tickle you”.
“It doesn’t tickle, it’s just bothering me. I’m not
ticklish”.
“Not even a little?” Sheri had very long hair. It
was brushing against Minka’s belly. Sheri quickly
twirled some locks of her hair and stroked it
paintbrush style against Minka’s belly. Minka jerked
and squirmed. Her breasts undulated with her motion.
“No, I’m not ticklish! Stop it!”
“Are you sure? Hee hee hee!” Sheri kept stroking her
hair across Minka’s belly. Sheri saw how Minka’s
belly and defined abdominal muscles rippled wherever
she placed her hair. She didn’t believe Minka. Which
was a good guess for Sheri, because it was tickling
Minka. Rob enjoyed watching and filming the two women
in action. A film of Sheri’s playful tickling and
Minka’s body writhing would make great copy. He knew
that early in Minka’s career, she had tried to do a
tickling video, but could not withstand it and quit.
“Sheri, stop it! Not there! I’m not kidding! Rob,
stop filming! OH!”
Sheri had been stroking her hair across Minka’s belly.
Minka writhed in response, but had controlled her
laughter. Then Sheri inserted her hair into Minka’s
navel. That caused a big jerk, which made Minka’s
breasts vibrate forcefully.
“Oh, you are ticklish! Tickle tickle!” Sheri’s
high-pitched voice filled with delight. She rose her
hands high into the air and brought them down to
wiggle into Minka’s belly. Her nervousness betrayed
her when she saw the wiggling fingers coming towards
her. Mnka couldn’t help but laugh.
“Stop it! Don’t! Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha
ha ha ha ha! Oh stop! Stop!” Minka wasn’t as
ticklish on her belly as other places, but it forced
laughter from her. She wiggled back and forth to get
away from Sheri’s fingers, but her bonds did not
permit escape.
Sheri giggled with her. Rob kept the camera rolling.
“Where else are you ticklish, Minka?” Sheri had a
great tease in her voice. Minka’s bosom was still in
motion. Rob zoomed in on her wobbling brown breasts.
“Nowhere. I’m only ticklish on my belly”. Minka did
not want any further exploration on her sensitive
body. She was getting angry with Rob for letting this
go on. ‘Surely he knows how much I hate this’, she
thought.. “Let me go, now!”
Sheri smiled and teased. “Oh, not yet honey! Hee hee
hee! How about…your sides!” Sheri pinched Minka’s
lean, firm sides just below her ribs. Minka flinched.
“OH! Don’t do that! I’m serious! I’m getting
mad!”
Sheri used a finger and burrowed them into the
sensitive spots in Minka’s sides. She rotated each
finger like she was stirring a drink. It drove Minka
nuts.
“I’m not…OH! Ha ha ha ha ha! Not there! Ha ha ha ha
ha! OHHH!”
Minka’s head rocked backwards. It upset her that she
couldn’t see past her own bobbling bosom to see where
Sheri’s hands were or what she would do next. Sheri
knew what she was going to do, however. Sheri kept
tickling those same sensitive spots in Minka’s sides.
Minka bounced on the bed, but couldn’t stop Sheri.
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! STOP!
Hahahahahaha! EEEEEE!”
Sheri did stop. Minka was sweaty now, and her
glistening brown skin looked great on the camera. Her
breasts bounced in every direction, even though Minka
had stopped moving.
“You’re so ticklish,” she teased. “I bet your feet
are very, very ticklish.” Sheri drew out the word
‘very’ for extra emphasis.
Now, Minka panicked. Her feet were very ticklish,
moreso than her belly or sides. Sheri scooted towards
the end of the bed. Minka’s vision was obscured by
her bulging, bobbling breasts, but she was afraid of
what was about to happen.
“NO! Sheri, don’t touch my feet! Don’t touch my
feet! ROB! I admit it, I’m ticklish, ok? Untie me
now. I hate being tickled….EEEEEE!” Sheri raked both
of Minka’s bound soles with her fingernails. The
busty star exploded into a gyrating, shaking, laughing
mess. Her laughter was more forceful than before.
“HA HA HA HA HA HA! HA HA HA HA HA HA! HA HA HA HA HA
HA!”
Minka twisted and turned. She bounced on the bed, but
she could only move so far. As Sheri stroked her
whitish, wrinkled soles, Minka’s delicate feet
twitched uncontrollably. As Minka writhed on the bed.
Minka’s bosom strained the bikini top to its absolute
limit. Still, Rob rolled the film. He zoomed on
Minka’s reddened face and the tears that appeared on
her cheeks.
Sheri stopped tickling for a second. “Rob, do you
think this will be a good film? Have you ever known
somebody so ticklish?” Her high-pitched voice might
have made others think her a “dumb blonde”, but she
was quite intelligent.
Rob responded. “Oh, yeah…I never thought of this, but
keep going”.
It didn’t take Minka a second to answer. In a very
loud, angry voice. “NO! DAMMIT, STOP! UNTIE ME NOW!
NOW! EEEEE!”
That last shriek occurred because Sheri scraped
Minka’s soles again. Rob told them “No, we’ve got to
keep going…this will be a great rib-tickling moment!”
He didn’t want to tell Sheri directly to tickle
Minka’s ribs, but he made a good try at it.
“Ribs”, Sheri said. “How’d you like your ribs tickled
Minka? Hee hee hee hee hee”. Sheri had an almost
evil playfulness.
Now Minka really felt fright. She wished she wasn’t
so ticklish. Nobody had ever tickled her like this
before, and she had no idea what it would be like to
have her worst, most sensitive spots tickled while
helpless. Minka rolled as best she could, but Sheri
was too quick. Sheri rubbed Minka’s ribs, right next
to her impossibly large breasts.
The shrieking laughter that rolled from Minka was more
than even Rob had heard. Minka gyrated to escape the
tickling, but she couldn’t do it. Minka’s entire body
bucked, but Sheri remained in place. Rubbing,
stroking and prodding Minka’s sensitive rib cage.
Sweat overcame the Asian beauty. Minka’s sexy smile
was now a grimaced, half-crying full-open yell. She
rose her head to look at her tormenter. Tormenter was
an apt way of describing Sheri, because to Minka this
was an agonizing, frightening tickling torture. Tears
poured from her eyes across her umber cheeks. Her
laughter was extremely hard and forceful, but
contained and element of fright.
“UUUHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! UUUHHHH HAHAHAHAHA! NONONO!”
Up her ribs, down her ribs. The ribs near her
armpits, the ribs beneath her quaking, shaking
breasts. They were all tickled. Her bikini top was
unable to take the violent bouncing of her breasts and
burst. Finally, after several excruciating minutes,
minutes Minka thought would never pass, she managed to
yell a few words between her bursts of now-painful
laughter.
“STOP! EEEEE HAHAHAHAHAHA! GONNA PEE! UUUHH
HAHAHAHAHA!”
Sheri stopped for a second. “Oh, that would be a
shame! Cootchie coo!” She went back to Minka’s
hypersensitive ribs, occasionally stoking her flailing
breasts.
“NO! AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE! UUH HAHAHAHAHAHA!
PEE!”
Sheri looked back at Rob and he nodded. Sheri quit,
and they quickly freed Minka from her ticklish
position. She ran, topless, to the bathroom.
Practically in tears, but also raging with anger. How
dare they, she thought. Her lungs ached from
laughing, her throat hurt from screaming and her
bladder was painfully full. Thank God, she thought,
they let her go before she lost control.
Minka always thought being so dreadfully ticklish was
a terrible weakness. In the past, people had held
onto her feet and tickled them, or goosed her ribs for
a few seconds. Usually they quit once they saw what
agony she went through. “My ribs,” she thought, “my
ribs are sooo terribly ticklish. I wish it would just
go away. I can’t believe they exploited my weakness
like that”. She was almost blind with rage.
Minka put her white tank top on with no regard to
being braless. When she exited the bathrrom, she
stared at Rob who of course stared back at her
awesome, jiggling figure. “You’re fired, you bastard.
How dare you! That’s torture. You can’t do that to
someone against they’re will. You know how much I
hate it and how ticklish I am! You son-of-EEEEE! OH
NO NOT MY RIBS! NO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Sheri was behind Minka, and grabbed her ribs. Minka
fell to the floor. How long would the second wave go?
Perhaps only Sheri and Rob knew.
people, but this one is a bit different because I got
permission from the primary subject to write and post
this. She just asked to preview the story first and
that I include her web site here as well. This is a
fictional story about the adult
entertainment/big-breast genre star Minka.
The one thing I will ask is that we maintain a respect
for her privacy and not bombard her with a bunch of
emails. She was very kind in telling me that she is
very ticklish in the first place and kinder still in
letting me post a story about her.
Anyway, here’s her website for those who care and
here’s the story. I hope you like it.
“So will you do the film?”
“No, Rob, I just don’t have time right now, especially
with a new girl. Plus, you know I’m not crazy about
being tied”.
Rob was Minka’s main photographer, and he was at her
house shooting some pictures of her by the pool. He
was pitching a short film to her, one that would
involve a female-female bondage scene for about 10
minutes. Nothing heavily sexual. Rob couldn’t
understand her reluctance, and he’d pitched for
several minutes.
Minka turned around for a second. She wore some tight
running shorts and a very large white t-shirt. Of
course, the shirt had to be large as her breasts were
about the size of watermelons. Maybe larger. Her
attire flattered her figure greatly, accentuating the
extreme size of her breasts against her lean waist and
thin hips. Even though Minka was one of the
largest-bosomed of the big-breasted adult genre stars,
her athletic background in tennis still showed its
affect on her body.
Rob knew he had one ace left to play: coercion.
Minka leaned over the railing to pick up a glass of
water. From behind, Rob could see her breasts
extending and jiggling past her ribs. They still
jiggled from her walking and turning. Rob quickly
leapt behind her and frisked her ribs. Minka screamed
with laughter.
“AAAAAH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO ROB!” Minka was
doubled over the rail, and quite helpless. Her
tremendous bosom swung as she laughed and squirmed on
one side of the rail, while her legs kicked on the
other. Her narrow waist convulsed against the rail as
she laughed. Her long black hair fell in front of her
beautiful face.
“Do the film! Come on!”
Minka’s ribs were insanely ticklish, and she
absolutely hated being tickled. Rob knew that and was
using it to his advantage. He paused, giving her a
chance to speak.
“Dammit, stop tickling me!” Rob just started again.
Minka immediately shrieked with laughter. Laughter
that took an angry and desperate tone.
“NO! HA HA HA HA HA! HA HA HA HA HA! OH GOD STOP! HA
HA HA!!”
Rob paused again. “How about the film?”
Minka was angry. She knew Rob knew how much she hated
being tickled. “NO! QUIT IT!”
“Sorry, Minka!” Rob dug his fingers into her ribs,
this time near her armpits. Minka’s entire body
spasmed in response to the tickling. Rob tickled her
for almost 10 seconds before he gave her another
break.
“OH HO HO NO! HAHAHAHAHAHA! EEEEEEEE! OK OK!”
Rob quit tickling her and Minka relented. She twisted
herself off the railing, still cringing from the
terrible tickling of her ribs.
“Fine, I’ll do the film. Just don’t tickle me
anymore!”
“Great. Be at the studio tomorrow at 7”.
AT THE STUDIO…
Rob introduced the women.
“Minka, this is Sheri. Sheri, Minka.”.
Minka was somewhat relieved. Sheri, who looked
coincidentally like the little-known actress Sheri
Moon, was only about 5’2” and a very attractive
blonde-haired young woman. Minka wasn’t thrilled
about being tied down, surrendering control.
Nevertheless, she though she was much safer with a
female partner. Especially a petite one, compared to
Minka’s athletic, 5’8” frame.
As costumes, Minka wore an “American flag” bikini,
which provided marginal support to her gargantuan
bosom. The very petite Sheri wore a cowboy hat,
leather pants and a tank top.
Minka was secured to the bed frame. Her arms were
directly above her head, while her feet were tied
together at the base of the frame. Rob’s direction
was for Sheri to straddle Mnka’s hips and gently kiss
her. Sheri sat across Minka’s hips and leaned
forward.
Immediately, Minka squirmed, making her enormous
breasts wiggle slightly. “Oh, ha ha… move your hair,
Sheri”.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to tickle you”.
“It doesn’t tickle, it’s just bothering me. I’m not
ticklish”.
“Not even a little?” Sheri had very long hair. It
was brushing against Minka’s belly. Sheri quickly
twirled some locks of her hair and stroked it
paintbrush style against Minka’s belly. Minka jerked
and squirmed. Her breasts undulated with her motion.
“No, I’m not ticklish! Stop it!”
“Are you sure? Hee hee hee!” Sheri kept stroking her
hair across Minka’s belly. Sheri saw how Minka’s
belly and defined abdominal muscles rippled wherever
she placed her hair. She didn’t believe Minka. Which
was a good guess for Sheri, because it was tickling
Minka. Rob enjoyed watching and filming the two women
in action. A film of Sheri’s playful tickling and
Minka’s body writhing would make great copy. He knew
that early in Minka’s career, she had tried to do a
tickling video, but could not withstand it and quit.
“Sheri, stop it! Not there! I’m not kidding! Rob,
stop filming! OH!”
Sheri had been stroking her hair across Minka’s belly.
Minka writhed in response, but had controlled her
laughter. Then Sheri inserted her hair into Minka’s
navel. That caused a big jerk, which made Minka’s
breasts vibrate forcefully.
“Oh, you are ticklish! Tickle tickle!” Sheri’s
high-pitched voice filled with delight. She rose her
hands high into the air and brought them down to
wiggle into Minka’s belly. Her nervousness betrayed
her when she saw the wiggling fingers coming towards
her. Mnka couldn’t help but laugh.
“Stop it! Don’t! Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha
ha ha ha ha! Oh stop! Stop!” Minka wasn’t as
ticklish on her belly as other places, but it forced
laughter from her. She wiggled back and forth to get
away from Sheri’s fingers, but her bonds did not
permit escape.
Sheri giggled with her. Rob kept the camera rolling.
“Where else are you ticklish, Minka?” Sheri had a
great tease in her voice. Minka’s bosom was still in
motion. Rob zoomed in on her wobbling brown breasts.
“Nowhere. I’m only ticklish on my belly”. Minka did
not want any further exploration on her sensitive
body. She was getting angry with Rob for letting this
go on. ‘Surely he knows how much I hate this’, she
thought.. “Let me go, now!”
Sheri smiled and teased. “Oh, not yet honey! Hee hee
hee! How about…your sides!” Sheri pinched Minka’s
lean, firm sides just below her ribs. Minka flinched.
“OH! Don’t do that! I’m serious! I’m getting
mad!”
Sheri used a finger and burrowed them into the
sensitive spots in Minka’s sides. She rotated each
finger like she was stirring a drink. It drove Minka
nuts.
“I’m not…OH! Ha ha ha ha ha! Not there! Ha ha ha ha
ha! OHHH!”
Minka’s head rocked backwards. It upset her that she
couldn’t see past her own bobbling bosom to see where
Sheri’s hands were or what she would do next. Sheri
knew what she was going to do, however. Sheri kept
tickling those same sensitive spots in Minka’s sides.
Minka bounced on the bed, but couldn’t stop Sheri.
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! STOP!
Hahahahahaha! EEEEEE!”
Sheri did stop. Minka was sweaty now, and her
glistening brown skin looked great on the camera. Her
breasts bounced in every direction, even though Minka
had stopped moving.
“You’re so ticklish,” she teased. “I bet your feet
are very, very ticklish.” Sheri drew out the word
‘very’ for extra emphasis.
Now, Minka panicked. Her feet were very ticklish,
moreso than her belly or sides. Sheri scooted towards
the end of the bed. Minka’s vision was obscured by
her bulging, bobbling breasts, but she was afraid of
what was about to happen.
“NO! Sheri, don’t touch my feet! Don’t touch my
feet! ROB! I admit it, I’m ticklish, ok? Untie me
now. I hate being tickled….EEEEEE!” Sheri raked both
of Minka’s bound soles with her fingernails. The
busty star exploded into a gyrating, shaking, laughing
mess. Her laughter was more forceful than before.
“HA HA HA HA HA HA! HA HA HA HA HA HA! HA HA HA HA HA
HA!”
Minka twisted and turned. She bounced on the bed, but
she could only move so far. As Sheri stroked her
whitish, wrinkled soles, Minka’s delicate feet
twitched uncontrollably. As Minka writhed on the bed.
Minka’s bosom strained the bikini top to its absolute
limit. Still, Rob rolled the film. He zoomed on
Minka’s reddened face and the tears that appeared on
her cheeks.
Sheri stopped tickling for a second. “Rob, do you
think this will be a good film? Have you ever known
somebody so ticklish?” Her high-pitched voice might
have made others think her a “dumb blonde”, but she
was quite intelligent.
Rob responded. “Oh, yeah…I never thought of this, but
keep going”.
It didn’t take Minka a second to answer. In a very
loud, angry voice. “NO! DAMMIT, STOP! UNTIE ME NOW!
NOW! EEEEE!”
That last shriek occurred because Sheri scraped
Minka’s soles again. Rob told them “No, we’ve got to
keep going…this will be a great rib-tickling moment!”
He didn’t want to tell Sheri directly to tickle
Minka’s ribs, but he made a good try at it.
“Ribs”, Sheri said. “How’d you like your ribs tickled
Minka? Hee hee hee hee hee”. Sheri had an almost
evil playfulness.
Now Minka really felt fright. She wished she wasn’t
so ticklish. Nobody had ever tickled her like this
before, and she had no idea what it would be like to
have her worst, most sensitive spots tickled while
helpless. Minka rolled as best she could, but Sheri
was too quick. Sheri rubbed Minka’s ribs, right next
to her impossibly large breasts.
The shrieking laughter that rolled from Minka was more
than even Rob had heard. Minka gyrated to escape the
tickling, but she couldn’t do it. Minka’s entire body
bucked, but Sheri remained in place. Rubbing,
stroking and prodding Minka’s sensitive rib cage.
Sweat overcame the Asian beauty. Minka’s sexy smile
was now a grimaced, half-crying full-open yell. She
rose her head to look at her tormenter. Tormenter was
an apt way of describing Sheri, because to Minka this
was an agonizing, frightening tickling torture. Tears
poured from her eyes across her umber cheeks. Her
laughter was extremely hard and forceful, but
contained and element of fright.
“UUUHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! UUUHHHH HAHAHAHAHA! NONONO!”
Up her ribs, down her ribs. The ribs near her
armpits, the ribs beneath her quaking, shaking
breasts. They were all tickled. Her bikini top was
unable to take the violent bouncing of her breasts and
burst. Finally, after several excruciating minutes,
minutes Minka thought would never pass, she managed to
yell a few words between her bursts of now-painful
laughter.
“STOP! EEEEE HAHAHAHAHAHA! GONNA PEE! UUUHH
HAHAHAHAHA!”
Sheri stopped for a second. “Oh, that would be a
shame! Cootchie coo!” She went back to Minka’s
hypersensitive ribs, occasionally stoking her flailing
breasts.
“NO! AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE! UUH HAHAHAHAHAHA!
PEE!”
Sheri looked back at Rob and he nodded. Sheri quit,
and they quickly freed Minka from her ticklish
position. She ran, topless, to the bathroom.
Practically in tears, but also raging with anger. How
dare they, she thought. Her lungs ached from
laughing, her throat hurt from screaming and her
bladder was painfully full. Thank God, she thought,
they let her go before she lost control.
Minka always thought being so dreadfully ticklish was
a terrible weakness. In the past, people had held
onto her feet and tickled them, or goosed her ribs for
a few seconds. Usually they quit once they saw what
agony she went through. “My ribs,” she thought, “my
ribs are sooo terribly ticklish. I wish it would just
go away. I can’t believe they exploited my weakness
like that”. She was almost blind with rage.
Minka put her white tank top on with no regard to
being braless. When she exited the bathrrom, she
stared at Rob who of course stared back at her
awesome, jiggling figure. “You’re fired, you bastard.
How dare you! That’s torture. You can’t do that to
someone against they’re will. You know how much I
hate it and how ticklish I am! You son-of-EEEEE! OH
NO NOT MY RIBS! NO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Sheri was behind Minka, and grabbed her ribs. Minka
fell to the floor. How long would the second wave go?
Perhaps only Sheri and Rob knew.
