Saturday, January 26, 2013

Come Undone

This is my submission for "The Missing Moment in Napa Valley," a contest for Ivan's Baby Girls (Ivan being Dr. Ivan Rusilko, one of the authors for the Winemaker's Dinner books published by Omnific). If you haven't read the books, you'll be lost by my story, but maybe my story will entice you to buy the books, so it's a win-win all around. I hope you enjoy Come Undone.

California sunsets were different from Florida sunsets. In Florida, the setting sun set the sky ablaze, splashing beams of light out from behind long, tall clouds over the Gulf in a dramatic display of light and color. Mother Nature's nightly fireworks. In California, the sun fell toward the horizon with less drama, less fanfare, serenely setting the cloudless sky aglow, the color of a peach, until it dipped into the Pacific Ocean.
Ivan stood on the western-facing balcony of his room, feeling as serene as the sky appeared. An ever-present breeze lifted the ends of his hair off his shoulders as he raised his half-full wineglass to his lips.
Marriage. He had been thinking about the subject for weeks now, even months if he was being honest with himself. Was he ready for marriage? For another chance at forever? With Jaden?
He had proposed once, only for the engagement to end. At the time, he considered that just maybe marriage wasn't in the cards for him. Like a horse who draws up lame in the Kentucky Derby, something had always interfered to keep his relationships from making it to the finish line. Had he finally picked a winner? Was Jaden his prize filly who would finally bring home his own, personal Triple Crown: love, happiness, and forever?
His free hand skimmed over the smooth, wooden finish of the balcony's railing, and the corner of his mouth lifted as his gaze dropped reflectively. He had caressed Jaden's leg the same way earlier, ever-so-softly. Was his hand absently remembering the motion and repeating it on the banister in her absence? Wishing the railing were her?
Delicate hands threaded around his waist, followed immediately by the warmth of her body pressing against his back. Speak of the devil, or rather the angel.
"Mmm." His grin widened, and his heart jumped. She always had this effect on him. Even now, after months of learning every curve and line of her body, she could still weaken his knees.
"Am I interrupting?" she said before pressing her lips against the back of his bare shoulder.
"Never." He leaned back, falling into the sanctuary of her embrace as he covered her hand with his. They only had this one last night together before they had to return to civilization and he had to return to Miami.
"It's just that you looked so sexy out here, all silent and still, with your head down. You looked deep in thought." Her lips trailed a line from one shoulder to the other, her nose brushing against the back of his neck along the way.
He shivered, not because he was cold, but because she made him so warm. Not just on the surface, but down deep…all the way to his marrow. When had another woman ever made him feel this way? So alive and safe, yet calm and vulnerable?
"I was thinking about you," he admitted.
He set down his glass and turned. Her freshly showered hair hung in sexy tendrils around her face and over her shoulders, and all she wore was a filmy, satiny, peach-colored robe with large, muted roses printed on the fabric. Oddly enough, the color reminded him of the sunset and made her lightly tanned skin vibrant.
"Are you surprised?" he said. "That I would be thinking about the most beautiful woman in the world?"
Her smile made his heart skip a beat. "I'd love to say yes, but no." She shook her head. "I'm not surprised."
"Good." He pulled her closer and dipped his head down so their foreheads kissed. "I can't believe how happy you make me, Jaden."
Her fingers wound into his hair. "Right back at you."
They stood like that for a while, neither speaking, hardly moving, just existing in each other's presence as the sun ignored their plea for time to stand still and fell below the horizon.
Finally, Ivan inhaled deeply, pulled away, and took her hand. "Come on. We'd better get in."
"Why? No one here but us." She was clearly teasing. Or more like challenging. She was good for that, willing to meet him where his sexual proclivities took him while surprising him from time to time by showing her inner freak. In that way, they were highly compatible.
She trailed in after him, grasping his hand with both of hers as they passed through the French doors into the room.
He plucked one of the roses from the vase as they passed the table. "Lie back on the bed, baby girl." He released her hand and nodded toward the bed.
This was his woman, and he wanted to show her just how precious she was.
She began to untie the robe.
"No." He touched her wrist and shook his head once. "Leave it on."
* * *
Jaden froze, her hands on the sash that secured the robe around her waist. This was new. She bit her bottom lip seductively. "You don't want me naked, sir?" She sat on the edge of the bed.
Ivan knelt and gently parted her knees and nestled between them. "That's not what I said."
What a devil he was. In other words, she would get naked. Without a doubt. But he would get her naked in his own time, when he wanted her to be.
"Lie back for me, baby."
Oh, she did like when he called her baby.
She pulled herself back on the bed and laid down, one knee bent so that her leg rested over the other.
He followed her up onto the bed and propped himself on one arm beside her. With his free hand, he tugged one end of the tie and slowly pulled the bow free.
"Are you seducing me, Doctor?"
He smiled down at her, but his gaze remained on her waist as he brushed the robe open ever-so-slightly. "Admiring you," he said, clarifying his intentions. "Simply admiring."
He tugged the satiny sash free from the robe and dangled the long ribbon of material over her, a wicked smile playing over his face.
"And just what do you have in mind for that?" she said, beginning to get some ideas herself.
"Grab hold of the headboard." His deep voice stroked her ears and vibrated that special place between her legs—the place that was his and no one else's. His voice alone could probably make her come under the right circumstances.
She licked her lips and pursed them, her bent leg drawing further up the other as a decadent rush flooded her. But like a good girl, she did what he said and reached up, over her head, and grabbed hold of one of the vertical rails of the headboard.
"Mmm, that's nice." He scooted forward, his bare chest inching toward her face as he reached up and wrapped the sash around her wrists several times and loosely bound her. "How does that feel. Too tight?"
She shook her head and strained her neck so she could lap her tongue over his nipple. The bed trembled as a moan broke in his throat.
"Bad girl," he said, teasing her and pulling away.
She shook her head and scissored her legs. "I'm a good girl." He had her flaming hot, as usual. But this was a new game he was playing. Normally, they were all over each other in a fever of lust. She could get used to this side of him, though.
"We'll see." He rolled to the side and picked up the rose he had been holding earlier and laid down next to her again, supported on one elbow.
He used the head of the rose to push the robe off her breast. Her nipple budded against the exposure and Ivan grinned.
"So responsive, aren't you?" he said, swirling the rose around her tender peak of flesh.
She rolled her spine, pushing her breast against the velvety petals. God, but who would have thought a rose could be so erotic. But then, this was Ivan. He could make a trip to the dentist erotic. The man was sensuality and desire in a suit. Or in a pair of boxers, as the case was now.
He swirled the rose around and around, circling her breast in widening circles before sliding the cool bud across to the other side to gently push the robe open. She was now fully exposed.
With the rose tickling the second nipple to attention, he bent down and laved the first with his tongue. The combined sensations sent her to heaven. One soft, like satin, the other wet and warm, with a hint of five o'clock shadow to barely rasp her skin.
She shivered and pulled on her binding. "You're driving me wild, baby."
His teeth lightly pinched her nipple in reply, and the rose traveled slowly down the center of her abdomen.
God, but this was good.
Expert fingers brushed down her sensitive labia, swollen from their loveplay, before the rose skimmed where his fingers had just been. The waxy petals were a provocative, subtle weapon to undo her. There was just something utterly exquisite about him pleasuring her with a simple flower that spun her insides into knots.
"Ivan…" Her wrists clashed with the binding, and her body writhed.
He turned the rose and drew it up the inside of one thigh, then the other, all the while suckling her breast, nibbling her nipple, breathing warm air against her skin.
Every breath was a moan, every inhale a means to feed her coiling muscles with the oxygen they desperately craved as they quivered and tightened inside her belly, deep between her legs.
Over and over, he caressed her with the simple, delicate rose until she nearly lost her mind. The pleasure, the decadence, the way he knew how to touch her to draw more from her than she thought she was capable of.
Finally, he settled the rose on her flat stomach and dove his hand down, his fingers probing, urging, caressing her swollen clit. She had died. Gone to heaven. And Ivan was her guardian angel in the flesh.
"More…more…so close…" She panted and pulled on her restraints, her gaze meeting Ivan's as he looked up to watch her face in the final moments before she came against his hand.
His middle finger dipped inside, found her G-spot, and massaged as he burrowed the butt of his hand against her clit.
"Oh God!" Her entire body lifted and shuddered, exploding in bliss.
After hours of diving into each other and making love every which way, Jaden amazed even herself from the force of her orgasm. But with Ivan, every time was better than the last, and she feared that if he ever left her, she would never recover. She was so unbelievably, undeniably in love with him.
"That's it, baby." He pressed in hard with his hand and finger, pulling her orgasm out by applying pressure.
She knew he was beside himself with desire. He had told her before how much he loved feeling her clench him during climax, whether it was his finger or his cock inside her. He had explained that there was something about the anatomy of an orgasm that was sexy as hell…the way a woman's vagina convulsed and sucked, as if on a straw, almost as if a woman's body instinctively knew that a man's cock offered what it needed to begin new life and wanted to draw in his offering.
And when he explained it that way, it was kind of erotic.
Within seconds, he withdrew his hand, shifted so he was poised above her, and shoved down his boxers. "I need you, Jaden."
She was his. All his.
He brushed the rose off her stomach, and in one fluid motion, he sank into her while at the same time pulling the slipknot free from around her wrists. An instant later, her arms were around him, holding him as her orgasm continued to wend its way through her.
The familiar contours and bunching muscles of his back felt like home. He was her life raft in the ocean of life, grounding her while keeping her afloat.
He buried his face against the side of her neck and hooked his arm behind her left knee, pulling to open her wider as he surged forward, driving in deep.
A breeze blew through the open doors, smelling of earth, the scent mingling perfectly with the fragrance that was Ivan. Skin, clean, sex. If only she could bottle him. Then she could simply take him out and spritz the nape of her neck whenever she needed a fix. Maybe someday she wouldn't have to. Maybe someday the distance wouldn't be an issue and all she would have to do was walk across the room and press her nose against his neck to capture his scent.
Ah, the perfection of that thought made her sigh, even as Ivan gasped through a violent contraction in the small of his back, his powerful body getting close to its own release.
By now, she knew his body, his movement, his voice. So when his shoulders tensed and the telltale shudder ranged down his spine as he groaned, she knew he was only seconds away from coming.
"Tell me you love me," he said against her neck.
She tightened her hold and turned into him. "I love you. God, I love you."
His body stiffened, quaked, and a grunt caught in his throat before he exhaled the lusty, relieved groan of a man finding refuge in his woman's body.
Liquid heat filled her, and a perverse thrill shot through her belly as she luxuriated in the feel of his cock twitching and pumping inside her. Was this similar to what he felt when she came? Because yes, it was an erotic sensation, wasn't it?
Perspiration slicked his back, and his ragged breathing was as much a turn-on as the rest of him. She loved how he felt and sounded after coming, like a man well-sated and content, as if he hadn't a want for anything else. Completely undone and spent.
"I love you," he whispered.
And Jaden's heart soared. In love. They were so madly in love. This was it. The real thing. Ivan was the One. She knew it as certainly as she knew the night would roll into day.
How had she gotten so lucky?
As the last hint of sunlight faded from the sky, she clung to him as he did to her, one more night closer to forever.
And for now, it was enough.
For now.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

One Night - Fanfic for TWD and Dr. Ivan Rusilko

I wrote the following short story (word count 2,996) for the Chapter 2 contest promoted by Ivan Rusilko on his Ivan's Baby Girls website. Sure, I could have gone into a bit more detail had I been allowed 500 more words, but this worked. The challenge to this piece was that I used myself as one of the characters, which is very hard for me to do. But I tried to look at the piece as a strong, sexual fantasy and disengage from Donya, the character, so I could write it from an outside perspective. I hope you enjoy it.

For added entertainment, listen to this song by Dave Mathews, which is the premise of the contest: Say Goodbye

One Night
By Donya Lynne

Donya stood at the window of the penthouse suite and looked out at the flashes of lightning from the tropical storm. But it wasn't the storm in the night she was seeing, it was the reflection of the man she was with that caught her eye. He was pouring red wine into two glasses.
How had she ended up here? The why was obvious, but the how was a bit more elusive.
"This really isn't like me," she said, turning away from the window. "I mean, I have a boyfriend."
Ivan flashed a charming smile — the same one he had shown her all night — and handed her a glass before sipping from his own, his eyes never leaving hers. As he lowered his glass, his gaze swept her face, landing on her mouth.
"But he's not here right now. I am." His deep voice penetrated something deep inside her, and her breath hitched. "And we both know what this is about, don't we?"
Yes, this was about two people who were attracted to each other. Who had silently formed an agreement to spend the night together. The pact had been conceived in the way his eyes had lit when he had met her earlier, and in the way she had touched his arm as they talked and laughed at the reception. It had been in the tone of his voice as he'd invited her to dinner, and in hers as she'd accepted. And later, when he had offered her a bite of his grilled sea bass, their secret arrangement deepened in the way she had leaned toward him and licked her lips before taking the morsel of food into her mouth. Even the dinner itself had been part of their pact, made under the pretense of business, but that had just been an excuse for them to spend more time together. More time that had led to Donya standing only inches from Ivan, in his room, sipping wine, looking up into seductive, brown eyes that stripped her defenses.
"Yes," she said, biting her lip.
His eyes narrowed as he gazed at her mouth. "You know what that does to me."
Yes, Donya did know what lip biting did to Ivan. She knew, because in the months before coming to this convention, she had read his reviews of a book where lip biting was a centerpiece. But until now, she had forgotten all about that.
With a blush, she laughed quietly, beginning to look away. "I'm sorry, I—"
But before she could continue, Ivan captured her mouth with his, his teeth taking her bottom lip captive, the force of his kiss pushing Donya's head back as she surrendered to him with a breathy moan.
"Oh God," she managed to whisper against his mouth as he shifted against her.
What he did to her was beyond incredible. She had been kissed before, but not like this. Not in a way that sent an instant shiver through her womb and turned her insides to what she could only describe as liquid fire, as if someone had doused her with lighter fluid and Ivan was the match that lit her up.
"The storm outside, the fire is bright, and in your eyes I see what's on my mind," he said against her mouth, uttering the words as if he had heard them somewhere before. "You've got me wild, turned around inside."
It was then that Donya realized he was repeating the lyrics of the song playing on the room's sound system, and she smiled and leaned into him, kissing him as she wrapped one arm around his shoulders.
"And know you feel the same way I do now." Donya felt giddy, sexy, and sensual. Ivan made her feel this way. He had a charm about him that infected her and made her feel free, where normally she would have been a slave to inhibition.
He took her glass and set it down on the table beside his before wrapping an arm around her waist and taking her other hand, leading her as he swayed to the music, dancing.
"Lovers for a night, lovers for tonight." He spun her around, making her laugh.
Ivan made her feel alive, probably because he was the most alive person she had ever met. He lived life at one hundred miles per hour, devouring it, and his zest for living was contagious.
He was a good dancer, too, spinning her, dipping her, pulling her close, his hands sending heat pulsing through her where he touched her. And he touched her everywhere, the dance becoming more erotic as the song continued.
"All we are is wasting hours, until the sun comes up it's all ours." Ivan pulled her in again, breathless, his eyes dancing down her body even as he stilled, holding her against him, the lust evident in his expression. "Tonight let's go all the way then…" He seemed to be asking for her final permission to take what was happening between them further…all the way.
He had Donya in the palm of his hand. In three months, she would leave Florida. And like he had said earlier, her boyfriend wasn't here. And as the song said, she could have this one evening with Ivan, and go back to her man tomorrow. The night was too perfect to waste. She wanted him. He wanted her. This opportunity would never come again, and she knew without a doubt this one night with Ivan would live in her memory forever and be one of the most wonderful experiences she would ever have.
"Yes," she said, leaning in and kissing the side of his neck, crowding him as she raked her fingernails down the hard swell of his pecs.
He shivered and his hold tightened as he tilted his head back. She went with him, pressing her lips against his ear.
"I'm yours for one night," she whispered. "And tomorrow I'll say goodbye."
The groan of his reply vibrated from his chest into hers, and he brought his head back down as he held the small of her back tightly, pulling her against him before pressing his palm against her sternum and bending her back.
The song had hit its climax, and as Donya dipped backward and closed her eyes, she felt like she was living the lyrics, feeling the rhythm, performing in a video with Ivan as her co-star as he bent down with her and kissed a trail from between her breasts up to the hollow in her neck, where his tongue swirled a heated circle before his lips closed with a tender suction that felt like an erotic gesture of gratitude.
By the time the song ended, Ivan had pulled her back up, their faces only an inch apart, bodies swaying gently. His right hand slid up the back of her dress.
"I'm not normally attracted to blondes," he said, a subtle grin playing over his mouth.
"That's okay. I'm not normally attracted to alpha males with tight asses." It was a lie, of course, and it showed as her lips quirked as she fought not to smile.
He grinned that perfect, straight-toothed smile and chuckled, but it sounded more like a warning than a man who was humored. "I'll remember that." His fingers caught the tab of her zipper and he arched a brow as if to say this was her last chance. After this, there would be no more opportunities to walk away.
But walking away now was no longer an option. Donya had made up her mind.
"What are you waiting for?" she said, skimming her hands up the front of his shirt and unbuttoning the top button, then the next. She kept her eyes on what her hands were doing, purposely not looking at him, one button at a time revealing the tan skin and perfect body beneath the fabric.
His chest rose and fell with lustful hunger the lower her hands drifted, until finally she pulled the tails out of his slacks and unfastened the last button. Ivan was a beautiful man, near physically perfect. The kind of man women dreamed about spending a night with. And here Donya was, about to fulfill every woman's fantasy. Her eyes lifted and met his as she pushed back the two halves of his shirt, palmed his chest, then pushed the shirt off his shoulders.
As she slid the shirt down his arms, he slowly lowered the zipper down her back. She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against his chest, sighing. Ivan was something she had never seen coming. If she had known this would happen, she wasn’t sure she would have attended the writer's conference, but it had been in her backyard, so to speak, and it had been a good opportunity to network and pick up some advice. But seeing Ivan here hadn't been expected. And getting this reaction from him certainly hadn't been on her radar, either.
After unzipping her dress, he pulled the loosened fabric forward, urging her to step back, and then her little black cocktail dress was on the floor, puddled around her feet beside his shirt.
As if declaring her intentions, she slipped her hands around and unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor with her dress. No going back. She was here. To stay. For the night.
And damn, but she wasn't going to waste it.
Ivan picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, letting him carry her across the room to the bed, where he laid her back as if she were a delicate flower before turning off the lights. Only the lightning lit the room now.
She didn't need him to be gentle, but she got the impression that even though there was no mystery about what they would do to each other by morning, he wanted to seduce her in his own way. If he wanted to be gentle with her now, that was fine, because she could tell he had some rough in him that was dying for a chance to show itself.
He gripped the waist of her black panties and pulled them down her legs, plucking her heels off her feet as he reached them.
"Open your legs for me," he said, his tone dark.
She did as he said, and he pushed up between her thighs, sitting on his knees, running his fingertips side-to-side on her lower belly, watching her as he let his fingers trail lower, and lower still.
Donya was on fire, more than ready for whatever he wanted…just as long as he touched her there soon. She was practically panting at this point, gasping, arching, squirming.
Ivan chuckled. "Mmm, you're a responsive little thing, aren’t you?" His devilish fingertips changed course, brushing up and down now, slowly, leisurely, persistent, dropping lower with each downward stroke.
As soon as the tips of his fingers broke the boundary she had impatiently wanted him to cross, his index and middle fingers parted her labia and pressed against her swollen clit.
"Oh God!" Donya nearly blacked out as the effect instantly jolted her body. Her back arched violently, her head fell back against the pillow, and her legs quivered as she ground her hips against his caress.
With a dark chuckle, Ivan leaned over her and shifted the position of his hand, sliding his fingers inside her and pressing his thumb against her clit.
She was going to come, no question about it.
"Yes, yes, God yes."
Those magical fingers inside her pressed deep and up against her G-spot, his thumb circling her swelling nub. And just as he bent down and captured her nipple against his tongue, nipping it with his teeth, she splintered into the most intense orgasm she'd ever had, crying out over and over, writhing and undulating as her body quaked uncontrollably.
Holy shit, but where did he learn to do things like that?
Ivan prowled up her body, sliding his fingers out of her, his body pressed fully against hers.
"You liked that?" He stole a kiss as she continued to come back into her skin.
It took Donya a minute to answer, but finally she said, "Hell no. That was awful. You really need to learn how to turn a girl on, Ivan."
He laughed, the sound as sexy as the rest of him. "I'll try harder then."
"Yes, I would really appreciate that."
As in reeeaaally appreciate it. She could only imagine how good this night could be if he doubled his efforts, because just that little bit was enough to last her all year.
Without hesitation, he stood up and unfastened his pants.
Well now, this caught her attention.
A healthy erection sprang forth as he lowered his pants and stepped out of them.
"I thought I'd get to that trying harder bit right away. What do you think?"
Donya licked her lips and nodded. "Yes. Yes, that would be good."
He climbed back onto the bed, and she welcomed him into her arms as he sank against her, his powerful body a gratifying weight, holding her down in the most exciting way.
"I have to warn you, I've never been one for multiple orgasms, so don't be disappointed if I don't come again," she said.
"We'll see." His confidence oozed from him, and it turned her on.
Ivan took his time, seducing her body again, tasting every inch of her, suckling her neck, then her nipples, and lower still between her legs. And before she knew it, he had proven her wrong, sending her into another powerful orgasm that shattered her more thoroughly than the first one had.
And then he was inside her, the length of him filling her, stretching her as he stroked into her with shallow pumps before gliding all the way in. He pushed one of her legs forward, shifting his weight to catch her behind one knee, surging, rocking, massaging her until she blew apart yet a third time.
Ivan was the master of her body, and she was helpless to resist anything he asked of her.
"More…please more." Even as she begged, she wasn't sure how much more she could take.
But Ivan could give it.
Holding down her arms, he lifted up, perspiration coating him like body oil. And hell, was that ever sexy. With furious passion, he kneed her legs further apart and took her. Hard. Pounding into her with savage abandon. Donya's hips lifted from the mattress, Ivan's primal need rising and staking its claim.
She was his. If only for tonight and these few precious hours, she belonged to him, and he wasn't going to let her leave not knowing that.
God love him for that.
His body tensed, the muscles in his neck and shoulders strained, and he slammed into her one final time as he growled long, low, and hard.
Deep inside her, she felt his cock pulse over and over, filling the condom he had slipped on before fucking her. And that was what they were doing. Fucking. This wasn't making love. This was hardcore fucking. One-night-stand kind of fucking.
And Donya loved it. Who would have thought?
Ivan collapsed against her, gasping for air. "A gentleman always lets a woman come first," he said.
She laughed remembering that he had posted something like that once on Facebook. "Yes he does."
He joined her in laughter, caught up in the moment.
They had several more hours together, and Donya had a feeling they had only just begun.

* * *

The next morning, after three more mind-blowing rounds with Hurricane Ivan, Donya quietly got out of bed, straightened herself up, and got dressed. Their one night was over, but she wouldn't leave without saying goodbye.
"Ivan?" She lightly shook his shoulder. "Wake up. I have to go."
He opened his eyes and blinked against the light. "Hey." He stretched then let his hand land on her thigh.
"Hey." She smiled. "I have to go."
He sighed and nodded, keeping his eyes on her. "One night, back to being friends." He sounded almost disappointed.
"Yeah, something like that." She knew how he felt.
A moment of silence stretched between them, and then she handed him one of the hotel's envelopes. "I wrote you a note. Don't read it until after I leave, okay?"
He nodded once. "Deal."
She stood. It was time to leave. "Thank you for a…um…" she looked down, fighting tears. "A memorable night." Saying goodbye sucked.
"Likewise, Donya."
Funny. She had never told him her real name. All he knew her by was her pen name.
She waved and slipped out the door.

* * *

Ivan waited a few seconds then opened the envelope.

Dear Ivan,
Thank you for making last night special. I'll never forget it. But the night is over, and as the song says, we're back to being friends. I have my life, and you have yours, but for a few hours, our lives belonged to each other. And it was beautiful.
Best Wishes,

P.S. Maybe someday I'll write a book about this. J

He smiled. Who knew, maybe one day he would write a book about it, too.

* * *

A year later, Ivan was at his desk in his office, swamped with patient files, his one night with Donya a distant, but pleasant memory.
His assistant came in with a package. "This just arrived for you."
He took it, frowning. "Hmph. What's this?"
His assistant shrugged. "One way to find out. Open it, silly." She smiled and left him.
After tearing open the package, he pulled out a book titled "One Night" by Donya Lynne.
Ivan laughed. She'd done it. She'd written a book about their night together.
He flipped through the front few pages, stopping at the dedication.
To Ivan. You know why.
A grin played over his face. Yes, he knew why. He certainly did.

Just a few pics to get things started...