I smiled as I took the coffee Joseph handed me as he sat back down.

One hour down, two more to go.

“Thanks.” I smiled even bigger.

He matched my smile before taking a sip of his coffee. I did the same. The coffee was a new habit for me in the past couple months. And now, couldn’t seem to make it through a day without.

It kept me up, somehow calmed my nerves. Enabled me to walk through these doors almost every other day.

Feeling eyes on me , I turned to see Joseph watching me. “What?” I giggled.

He smiled and shook his head. “No…uh…you’re okay?”

“I’ve been better.” I admitted. “Like, I never realized what a paradise it was living with you guys until….well until I wasn’t living with y’all no more.” I chuckled and brought the coffee up to my lips. “But that’s life, I guess,”

Joseph nodded. “Yeah….hopefully we could go back to our little slice of heaven sooner, rather than later.” He chuckled and rubbed his hand over his knee.

I turned to him. “By the way, thanks for stepping in earlier, I swear it never gets easier. Some days I can manage to go through all the procedures and the talks perfectly fine and other days it just….it’s just overwhelming.”

Joseph reached out and took my hand in his. “Yeah, of course. No problem.”

I cracked a smile. “I think I was overly excited at you two visiting that I didn’t get time to mentally recharge.”

“Hey, hey you don’t have to explain.” Joseph whispered. “I understand. I do.” He squeezed my hand. “5 years ago, my dad was in and out of chemo for pancreatic cancer. I was the only one close enough to home to take care of him after mom died and it was hell.”

I gasped. “OH my God. Joe, I had no idea.” I touched his cheek softly. “Did he….?”

“Die?” Joseph chuckled sadly. “Naw, I think his sheer hate is what’s keeping him alive.” Joseph turned his head and looked down the hallway. “I was basically wiping his ass through his curses. When he got better I left. He’s still home, alone, hateful….”

I took Joseph’s hand and held it close to my heart at the sound of his voice cracking.

“None of his daughters came, yet I’m the one he hates the most.” He sighed heavily.

“Joe….”

“Let’s not talk about him.” Joseph turned to me desperately, tears turning his eyes glassy. “Not everything in life gets solved.”

“Fuck him.” I whispered, reaching out and wiping a tear on the brim of his eyelashes.

Joseph chuckled. “Marcel’s been telling me that for years.” He looked up at me with the same intensity I remembered from last night. “Yeah, fuck him.” He whispered.

I smiled and without even thinking twice pressed my lips against his soft pink ones. “He doesn’t deserve you Joe.” I whispered against his mouth, our lips brushing.

We held each other’s gaze as he stared at me seriously. His hand came up as he cupped the back of my neck. “I love you very much Lee.” He whispered emotionally.

I smiled. “I love you too.”

Joseph stared at me for a couple seconds and shook his head. “No…no I love you.” He emphasized.

I slowly lifted my head, my heart racing as his hand slid down my neck.

“Not in a, I want to share Marcel with you way….but….I wanna share you with Marcel.” He spoke almost timidly.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t breathe y’all. I was trying. I was trying so hard and I knew I looked so dumb just staring at him as he watched me cautiously. But there was no more air left in my lungs.

When had he taken my breath away?

Joseph looked away and rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean if that’s…that’s something you would want or be interested in.”

I nodded slowly still unable to speak.

I watched his Adam’s apple move up and down as he swallowed hard.

“I didn’t mean to say it now.” He apologized quickly turning to look at me. He chuckled. “I mean it’s hardly the time and place.”

“Joe—-“

Joseph reached out and put his index finger over my lips. His breathing seemed more labored than a couple seconds ago. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I’m so sorry, for…” he swallowed hard. A tear rolled down his cheek. “I know I hurt you last year… with…with…” he closed his eyes and groaned. Dropping his finger from my mouth, he settled back away in his seat.

“Joe.” I whispered taking his hand again in mine. “I would love—-“

“Can I…can I tell you about Lulu?” He asked, almost begged. “Not as an excuse just as…as like background info.”

I burrowed me eyes in confusion. “Lulu? Marcel’s ex- Lulu?”

Joseph nodded sadly. “Yeah, Marcel’s…ex…our ex.”

I shrugged. “Okay….” I didn’t know what Joseph specifically had to do with Marcel’s ex-fiancé other than they had tried to be together and it didn’t work and they went their separate way. I flashed back to his face when he’d shown me her Instagram all those months ago. There’d been something in his eyes as he’d stared at that picture, I remember now.

“I loved her.” Joseph spoke up. “A lot, like I fell in love with her too.”

My eyes widened. “Really?” That was news to me. I always assumed he’d just stolen Marcel from under her, isn’t that how it went?

Joseph nodded. “And it was good, for the first couple months. Really, really good and then…then it was bad.” He fidgeted. “Like dependent, toxic borderline abusive bad.” He watched me closely.

I knew he could see my thoughts. I had the absolute worst poker face. “Whoa…”

“Not all three of us.” He said quickly as if to clarify. “Just me and her….just us two… it was a sick…” he swallowed hard and lowered his head in shame. “I don’t want you to know this part of me.” He looked away to the other side. “I just want to be your sweet, sweet Joe.”

I threw my arms around him and laid my head on his shoulder. “You are my sweet, sweet Joe.” I whispered. “Our relationship is inevitable, from the moment, I saw that naked picture of you in the living room, you were my angel.”

I felt Joseph’s shoulder relax as his cheek pressed against my head. “I love you Joe, although I never felt like you loved me back. Hearing you say you did, shocked me. I need to get used to it not being about Marcel. I want to get used to it.” I whispered honestly. I ran my fingers through his soft golden hair and he turned his head back to me.

“We got time to kill. Tell me about Lulu.”

**

(Meanwhile a quick snippet of the shenanigans Marcel is up to with Mrs.Grady.)

“Oh and look.” Virginia giggled. “She hates when I show these baby pictures.”

Marcel grinned. “Aww she looks like a frog.”

Virginia burst out laughing and nodded.

Marcel cocked his head to the side. “She still has that birthmark on her butt.” He stated casually and turned to the next page.

Virginia blinked quickly, paused for a moment at his comment and shrugged it off as they flipped through the next pictures.

“Oh yes, I remember this day.” She pointed to the picture of Eloise at the pumpkin patch with a group of friends. “She hates this picture, because she’s crying but it’s such a nice shot.”

“Who are these two kids?” Marcel pointed to the twin black boys hugging Eloise in attempt to comfort the 7 year old girl.

“Oh Matthew and Mark Wright. They adored her. Best friends, literally inseparable. A week after this picture they moved to Seattle.”

Marcel nodded. “Nice…two for one.” He smirked.

Mrs.Grady nodded. “They were nice boys. Very sweet.”

He flipped more pages. “Braces?”

Virginia nodded. “2 years, she hated them.”

“She should be thankful, She has nice teeth now.” Marcel remarked. “Nice mouth too.”

Virginia tilted her head. “That’s the Grady gene.” She responded proudly. “Takes after her great grandmother Eloise. A true beauty, I tell you. But a heathen to the core. Drinking and smoking and fornicating, but damn she lived to be 98.”

“A woman after my own heart.” Marcel joked.

Virginia shifted her eyes to him. “Really?”

“Oh yeah, I’m a sucker for the heathens. Eloise would have captured my soul.”

Mrs. Grady chuckled. “You sure are something else.”

Marcel gave her a wide innocent boyish grin. He flipped a couple more pages and then landed on one that deserved more than a double take. He whistled at Eloise’s prom picture.

“I know right.” Virginia grinned. “We fell in love with that dress at first sight.”

“I’m surprised she didn’t come back from prom pregnant.” He remarked.

Virginia laughed and hit the tall guy’s shoulder.

“I mean, if I was straight ma’am.” He looked at Virginia innocently. “I would most definitely have trouble keeping my hands off your daughter. No offense. I’m gay. I can comment on a woman’s body and not….feel a thing.”

Virginia nodded. “She did look really nice. But She knew the rules. No sex before marriage.”

Marcel looked up from the album and stared across the room as if he was giving a knowing look to an invisible audience. His next noise was a mix between a cough and a snort. “I see….”

“I mean between you and me, I knew she must have had something with that Tyler Crenshaw. They were together for so long. But as long as she didn’t bring a baby out of wedlock.” Virginia shrugged. “I guess it’s the times.”

Marcel cocked his head to the side. “That is your only requirement?”

“Oh no, no…” Virgina stood up proudly. “A God-fearing man.”

“Maybe just believing in a higher power is good enough now a days.” Marcel added.

“A wonderful job with 401k, a house and life insurance.”

“Well if he’s rich than all those things just fall into place right?” He asked.

Virginia nodded. “Yes, true…but also most importantly love. He needs to love her immensely.”

“That’s not a problem.”

Virginia turned to him in surprise.

“I mean she’s easily lovable.” Marcel added quickly. “Everybody loves her. Everybody. She can have whoever she wants. One guy….two guys…..who knows the possibilities are endless.”

Virginia smiled. “She’s a great girl, I do admit.” She sat down again on the couch. “I just want what’s best for her.”

“As any mother should.” Marcel smiled charmingly at her. “Also what she wants is extremely important too right?”

“Yes, of course. I’m a bitch, not the devil.” Feeling tipsy from the second glass of wine Marcel had poured her she went and picked it up again.

“To my daughter.”

Marcel grinned and picked up his wine glass to toast. “To your daughter indeed.”

**

“You’re okay?” Joseph whispered before opening the back door to help my father out.

No. No. No. I took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah…”

He looked me over. He knew I was lying, but didn’t press it. He rubbed my arm and opened the door to help my dad out.

“Ellie Sweetheart, why don’t you run ahead and get my cane for me huh?” Paul Grady grinned as he grabbed Joseph’s sturdy arm. “I’m feeling good enough for my cane. We’ll leave the wheelchair for later.”

“You sure?” I hesitated.

“Ellie, I’m—-I’m fine.” He ushered me towards the front door. I nodded and rushed to the house to get his cane.

As soon as she was out of earshot. Paul groaned.

“Easy, there Mr.Grady, easy, we got all day.” Joseph assured him.

Paul leaned more of his weight against the young man. “You—-you—look look at my Ellie with the eyes of a lover. Not a friend.” Paul wheezed as they inched closer to the house.

Joseph bit down on his bottom lip.

“You love her?” Paul gripped his arm tighter and they both stopped.

Joseph nodded slowly. “Yes sir, yes sir I do.”

Joseph noticed that Lee got her eyes from her father. Big and intense.

“And the other man? The skinny one?”

“He loves her very much too.” Joseph replied nervously. “I swear we don’t mean your daughter any harm. We just love her.”

Paul shook his head and loosened his grip on Joseph’s arm so they could continue walking. “I can’t say I understand young man, but stranger things have happened.” Paul sighed. He opened his mouth looking as if he wanted to say more. Joseph saw the words written across his face. But he also knew it was taking him tremendous energy to speak.

Paul Grady simply patted Joseph’s arm. “You’re a good man.” He added more of his weight on the young man as they got on the porch.

I came back shaking my head as I went to my father’s side. “Oh my God.”

“What?”

I handed dad his cane and tried not to laugh. “Dad, mom’s drunk!”

Paul moved his shoulders, a hearty laugh filling his soul. “That hasn’t happened in a very long time.” He turned to Joseph. “Brace yourself for stories.”

**

Get it together. Get yourself together, everybody’s downstairs, mom’s laughing, dad’s enjoying, Marcel and Joseph are entertaining.

Yet you’re up here, unsuccessfully wiping tears from your face.

“I’m sorry, his body seems to be shutting down. But we still have hope. We’re making a couple phone calls and if we hear anything. I promise Miss. Grady, I’ll let you know. For now, keep him comfortable and happy. Whatever he wants, there is no need to deprive him of it.”

I lifted my head to the knock at the door. “Yes?”

“Hey.” Marcel poked his head in. “You coming down?”

I smiled. “Yeah, just give me a minute.”

“You okay?” He whispered, opening the door wider.

I put my hand out to him to stop as another tear rolled down. “Yeah, just give me a minute okay…please…” I whispered.

Marcel’s shoulders dropped and he nodded. “Okay.” He whispered. “Let me know if I can do anything for you.”

I covered my face. “You gotta go, or I won’t stop crying. Please.” I begged him.

I heard my door close and sighed as my shoulders shook. Big huge gulps of air escaped my lungs as I tried to control myself.

A panic attack? Was I seriously having a panic attack right now? Now?

I hugged myself and lowered my head. “Be stronger. You have to be stronger.”

I gasped and buried my face in my hands.

My bedroom door opened again and I looked up in terror.

Joseph rushed over and knelt by my feet. He didn’t say anything, but in his eyes, I know he knew. I know he understood.

He wrapped his arms around me and I fell into his embrace and closed my eyes, hugging him tight.

“It’s okay to not be strong.” He whispered.

I nodded and buried my face. Thank you. Thank you for being strong for me.

Peeking through the door, Marcel quietly took a step back and closed Eloise’s bedroom door as gently as he could.

Head bowed he leaned against the closed door and sighed. His heart ached watching her cry.

Joseph said the news hadn’t been good, even though the doctor tried to sugar coat it.

His poor Eloise.

He hated being unable to do something. Unable to comfort. It was Joseph she needed at the moment and that sucked. What could he do?

Marcel reached into his pocket and took out his phone. Pressing the number in speed dial, he walked slowly towards the stairs.

“Marcie, mon Cherie!”

“Mom, quit it with that nickname, look I need a favor. Can you get me in contact with dad’s doctor?”

“Dr. Zephyr? Whatever for? You were as fit as a fiddle when I saw you. Oh Marcie, what have you done?”

“Not for me. It’s for Eloise’s dad.”

“Awwww your little girlfriend, by the way how’s my handsome son-in-law? Jojo and I must catch up over dinner, that’s the only way I get any sort of news anyways? How come I’ve never met Eloise—-“

“Mom!” Marcel cut her off. “It’s urgent we’ll catch up later….promise.”

He could practically see his mom’s pout on the other end.

“Fine Marcie, what do we say?”

Marcel groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re so embarrassing.”

“Marcie, come on indulge your mother.”

He sighed and spoke quickly. “All hail the queen, the best mother in this earth whom I love so very much——happy?”

“Extremely!” She laughed happily. “Love you son, I’ll look for it and text it to you.

Marcel groaned and hung up. He looked around to make sure nobody had heard him. He shook his head and made his way downstairs. “So fucking embarrassing.” He mumbled to himself.

**

I loved them so much. I really did….but maybe I needed to come clean with my parents. The guys had been over 4 days in a row.

I should say——naaahhh fuck that. My lips are fucking sealed. We were having way too much fun. Interestingly enough Mom was off my back with them around. And even more interesting is that somehow over night she and Marcel had become the best of friends.

I swear yesterday they were gossiping in the kitchen about Ms.Shirley and how mom thinks she gets her pumpkin pie from Walmart even though she keeps insisting it’s homemade.

And I didn’t even know Joseph knew how to play chess. But I found out when he played with my dad throughout the day, in between my father’s naps.

God, what had I done to deserve this?

And now, after dinner we were sitting in the living room watching Bridgerton on Netflix. Dad had fallen asleep and mom was completely engrossed in the episode. Joseph was out in the backyard on a conference call with his band members and Marcel was sitting next to me on the couch.

At first I’d found him to be very invested in the show along with my mother, but halfway through episode 5. I would look to the side and catch his eyes on me.

A cute game of flirting without mother noticing, made me feel like I was back in high school.

But then he’d stated he was a bit cold and mom got him a blanket.

He wasn’t cold because his hand feeling up my thigh was completely warm to the touch. Even now as I tried to concentrate, his eyes were fully focused on the screen, but his hand were starting to slide into my underwear.

I shot my mom a look but she wasn’t paying attention. I squeezed my thighs together and stared at him, only to see a small dimple form on his cheek.

Such a mischievous little devil.

Anxious, I moved his hand off. No, no, I had to draw a limit somewhere. Otherwise I’ll just end up embarrassing myself.

I chewed on my bottom lip.

But I wanted it so bad.

I turned to sneak a glance at him but he’d already been watching me.

He took out his phone and texted.

I grabbed my phone and looked down.

-I’m so hard

I took a deep breath.

-stop

I looked at him as I sent the text. He looked down and smiled.

I looked back at my phone as the text message lit up.

-I want you to ride my face

I exhaled silently.

-don’t do this now

I shot him a look. He smirked and picked back up his phone.

I waited giddily for his response, feeling my body already warming up.

I looked at the text he sent.

-god I can’t wait to fuck that pussy. Or do you want me to fuck your ass, or both?

I shot a look to my mom before looking down at my phone. I bit my bottom lip and replied

-both

I smirked and turned to Marcel as he read my response. He stared at the text for a long time, before lifting dark hazel eyes in my direction.

I inhaled sharply. He looked like he was going to fuck me right now on that couch, in front of my mama.

That was a porn category, I wasn’t quite into.

I shot off the couch. “It’s getting a bit late no?”

Marcel stood up too but turned partially. I smirked at the dent I was looking for. He moved behind the couch and planted two kisses on my mom’s cheeks. “Virginia we’re gonna steal Eloise away for some catch up time.”

My mom nodded, as she waved goodbye. “Don’t be late.” She didn’t once take her eyes from the screen.

“Joseph we’re leaving.” Marcel called out urgently through the screen door.

I smiled, watching him try to rush out the house. I followed him to the entryway. “Well somebody is an eager little beaver.” I joked.

Marcel grabbed my waist and pressed me against the wall. “Don’t tease me…” he whispered as he lowered his head, his hair brushing the side of my face. “Because I will fuck you right now against this wall.” He brought his hand up and grabbed my neck with a promise.

My lips parted in anticipation.

“I’ve been a good boy for you these past couple days….”he bit my bottom lip and ran his tongue over it. “Don’t make me show mama how nasty her daughter can be.”

A trail of wetness ran down my thighs at the sexiest words I’d ever heard fall from his lips.

“Okay, okay..” Joseph pulled us apart. He looked behind him as he pushed Marcel and I forward. “Marcel take it down a couple notches.” He hissed.

I yelped as Marcel squeezed my ass and shook it.

“Ellie are you okay?”

“Yes!” I called out. “Just tripped, no big deal.”

Marcel chuckled and I turned and hit his arm.

**

What would I have done to be in their arms again. Absolutely anything.

I sucked on Marcel’s lips as my fingers dug in his hair. Joseph sucked on my neck as he rubbed his dick against my ass.

Breathlessly,I turned,my hands on Joseph’s shoulders, his tongue down my throat, his fingers in my hair. Marcel now kissing my neck. Rubbing his fingers through my wet slits. He easily slid two fingers and I threw my head back. Marcel and Joseph leaned to each other, squishing me as they kissed each other hungrily.

Joseph jerking Marcel’s dick as I jerked him off.

I joined the kisses once more. Our tongues exchanging mouths, touching, groping. The boys were already naked and I was the only still in my underwear.

They both lowered their heads, each mouth sucking on a nipple.

“Please…” I begged. “I’m so fucking wet guys.”. I parted my legs in confirmation as fresh wetness rolled down my thighs.

I needed them with an unexplainable need. I didn’t care who fucked me first. I wanted to get fucked.

Marcel dropped to his knees and yanked down my underwear.

Finally.

But his head went between my legs. No good, no this is good. I could do this too.I moaned loudly as I moved my hips, Joseph captured my mouth once more.

Marcel moved on the floor, grabbing my hips. And true to his word, he directed me to sit on his face. His tongue flat and eager. I gripped his hair, my thighs locking his head in place as I rotated my hips.

Joseph dropped down also and slurped on Marcel’s dick. The sound of him sucking him off caused me to tremor.

I wanted to do the same. So desperately. I wanted to lap him up. My mouth opened I motioned to him as Marcel sucked on my clit.

“Joe….” I moaned.

He got up grabbing himself, immediately making his way to me, holding my head as he slid into my parted lips.

“God….” Joseph moaned as he fucked my mouth. I tried to take as much as him as I could.

I moaned. Releasing his dick and jerking him off. “Please, please fuck me.” I begged.

Joseph groaned. Marcel moved my hips and sat up, sliding me down his body.

“Who do you want to fuck you?” Marcel asked his voice laced with desire.

I closed my eyes and writhed against him. “I don’t care, somebody put their dick inside me.”

I don’t know what I said but both guys groaned loudly and before I knew it, Marcel lifted me up as he got up. I laughed at the situation of it all but also at the fact that this skinny man could lift me that swiftly

Joseph rubbed his dick as he laid on the bed, waiting for Marcel to drop me. I laughed as I was flipped on the bed. Joseph’s arms immediately pulling me securely on top of him. Our lips crashing together as I eagerly directed him inside me.

We both moaned as he slid in. I pressed down on his chest, arching myself slightly as I rode him.

I don’t know where Marcel had gone, but he came back again. I felt his kisses on my neck, going down my back, biting and kissing my ass, and then his tongue licking where Joseph’s dick met my pussy.

I gasped. I was a fucking dirty whore because I loved that shit, his mouth on my pussy as I was getting fucked! Who would have known!

And then I felt him kissing my ass again, his tongue swirling around my brown pucker as I rode Joseph.

And then more cooling liquid. And then a finger intruded as he kissed my neck.

“Oh God….” I moaned as Joseph grabbed my ass cheeks and parted them. I felt Marcel add another finger. As his chest pressed against my back

This was too good.

His dick dug into my lower back and I may have watched too much porn but I got the craziest idea.

Marcel grabbed my neck, kissing me passionately, his hands moving again to cup my breasts. Fingers questing and teashng my nipples. Joseph’s hands running down my stomach, aiding Marcel, moving down to rub my clit.

“Can I fuck you too?” Marcel whispered in my ear.

I nodded eagerly as Joseph grinned and wrapped his arm around me. Pulling me down to his chest. He kissed me hungrily As he took over the fucking one, two, three strokes and then he stopped.

Marcel pressed his chest against my back. “Tell us if it’s too much okay.” He bit my ear as the head of his dick ran down my ass crack. I was so lubed up, I was sure it was like a slip and slide.

I stared at Joseph in front of me and he kissed the tip of my nose as his hands gripped my ass, spreading my cheeks even more.

“Oh…fuck…”

I inhaled, my mouth parted as I felt his tip poke through,

“Relax.” Marcel encouraged me. “Relax Eloise.” He kissed my neck as he pressed against me. “That’s my girl—-“ he dug in a little deeper before pulling out to the tip and doing it again just as slow. Joseph held himself perfectly still inside me as I looked back to Marcel warming me up.

He looked at me, his hair damp, eyes filled with lust. “You okay?”

I nodded. “So strange but so….good…”

Joseph moaned and gripped my hip.

I smiled and looked down. “You good?”

He moaned again and slowly dug his dick inside my pussy. “Feels too good.” He moaned.

I closed my eyes and let them set the pace. I felt them, both of them, matching their strokes. Joseph’s grip on me tightening. Marcel fucking me deeper.

My heart raced as I moved.

“Jesus..,”

“Fuck…”

Both guys exclaimed as the sandwhich tightened. This, this was the definition of why not both.

I gasped as my orgasm took me completely by surprise. I didn’t even recognize the moan that escaped my lips, but it fueled something in them. Both of them pumping inside me as my senses went through the roof.

I was NEVER giving this up. Sorry Mama. Can’t go back.

“Fuck…fuck…..mmmmhhhmm…”

All I heard was moans and heavy breathing as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I collapsed on Joseph’s chest but he held me securely as he rammed inside me, making sounds but no words.

Marcel climbed completely on top of us and his groans vibrated in my ear, willing me to keep moving my ass for him.

They timed it, or it just worked out that way but I knew they came at the same time, my body felt the release on both ends.

The absolute best sensation in the world.

I closed my eyes as Marcel collapsed on top of us, heavy panting filling the room.

A couple seconds passed and he lifted himself, pulling out of me, his sperm drippin out of me.

Joseph gently moved me to lay on the bed, his dick now limp falling out of me.

I was in heaven I believe. One of the best orgasms in my life and I was on cloud 9. I could sleep forever.

I just caught bits and pieces of the convo.

“I didn’t pull out.” Joseph whispered

“We’ll get the pill tomorrow.” I murmured nonchalant.

I smiled as Marcel kissed my neck, pressing a warm washcloth over my ass. “I love you.”

He chuckled. “I love you too.”

“Joe, I love you. You guys make me happy. I love you two so much. I feel high.”

I vaguely remember Joseph’s grin. “I love you too, Lee.”

“I think I have to keep you guys.” I mumbled. “I’ll tell my mom one day, yeah, she’ll disown me, but I love you guys—-no I can’t tell her—-oh fuck…I should go home.—-but I’m so tired.”

“Sleep.” Joseph whispered. “We’ll take care of it.”

Okay, just a quick 10 minute nap.