My Wonderful Surprise

MY WONDERFUL SURPRISE, by AndieT

When I began to compose this story, I had an inkling of what I wanted and where I was going. What I did not expect was the level of emotion that I felt while forming the sentences in my mind. Many tears were shed as I wrote this and I soon realised the following composition is actually the life that I would have loved to have had. And so, what follows is a love story of a mature Englishman and a younger Japanese woman, with an added surprise. I hope you enjoy this story of love and sensuality.

Japan. It was a country that I'd always wanted to visit. I loved oriental food, particularly Chinese, but a number of years ago, I discovered Sushi and decided that I needed to sample the real thing. As April arrived, I decided to treat myself to a special birthday. So here I am in the Shinjuku area of Tokyo, Japan. A wonderful city, lit at night by endless neon lights. The city is alive, and the girls, well ladies really, are beautiful, with their dark eyes and sweet smiles, with their perfect figures and lovely dress senses. They are truly very sexy.

The people were very friendly and as I was out and about, touring the city, I lost count of how many people smiled at me or said hello, particularly the ladies. It was obvious to them all that I was from Europe and English was the universal language.

I found what looked like a lovely restaurant and settled down for dinner. The waitress approached me with the sweetest smile, dressed in traditional kimono style attire. She was about twenty five, five foot six inches, and slim. Her hair was just past her shoulders, dark with a hint of auburn, and she was absolutely beautiful. She spoke in English with a cute accent and introduced herself as Yoku Natsume. My heart fluttered. She asked me for my name, where I was from, and if I was enjoying being in Tokyo.

During my meal I noticed that she was watching me. I smiled at her and she approached me and passed me a piece of paper, giggled shyly, and quickly walked away. I read the note. She'd given me her name and phone number. I looked at Yoku across the restaurant and kissed the piece of paper before placing it in my pocket. She looked happy and blew me a kiss.

After leaving the restaurant I walked around, taking in the sights. Girls were trading their services on a few corners, again all beautiful and very sexy. I thought of Yoku and took a look at the piece of paper. I hadn't noticed that she'd finished her phone number with 'eleven', but as the number. I guessed that eleven is when she finished work. It was nine thirty so I'd only need to wait for ninety minutes. I found a bar and waited.

Another girl approached me and asked if I'd buy her a drink. I wasn't looking for company as I'd already decided that I would be seeing Yoku soon. However, I was feeling very good and didn't want to seem rude. I gestured to a chair and she sat down. The barman smiled knowingly as he took my order, not that I knew what he was smiling about. The girl opposite crossed her long legs and I couldn't help but see under the hem of her dress. It was as if she wanted me to look. What I saw was a bit of a shock. She'd flashed a pair of pink satin and lace panties which, on their own, would have been hot. What I also saw was a bulge. Ok, I was drinking with a she-male, not that it was an issue as I've always been comfortable around the many different genders.

I'm not unaware of these phenomena, particularly in certain countries in the oriental lands and from what I'd seen online, most were very beautiful and extremely hot. I was flattered but it was not for me though. I looked my new 'friend' in the eyes and said, "You are very beautiful but I'm so sorry, I don't think that you're my type, for obvious reasons". She smiled and apologised for the misunderstanding, finished the drink, said thank you and then gave me a peck on the cheek. I took her hand and kissed it. She smiled and then departed. I watched the wiggle of her bottom as she walked to the door. She opened it, turned, winked at me, and then she departed. The barman came over to me and told me that I'd had a lucky escape as that one was a wild chick with a dick. He asked if I needed help finding another, ahem, 'lady'. I thanked him but politely declined.

I looked at my watch. Just twenty minutes to eleven. I finished my drink and started to walk back to the restaurant. As I walked, I thought of my recent encounter and couldn't forget just how lovely she looked, before the discovery. I smiled to myself and wondered what it would have been like. It wasn't something that I was opposed to, I've just never considered it. Oh well.

I arrived at the restaurant and saw Yoku checking through the window. She saw me, waved, and gave such an amazing smile. Just after eleven o'clock, she opened the door and beckoned me inside. After entering, she said she'd just be a few minutes and then put her coat on the chair next to me. I assumed that she had gone to freshen up her makeup, not that she needed to as she was so beautiful. She returned a few minutes later and I helped her on with her coat like a true gentleman. I wanted to impress her very much.

I held the door for Yoku and she nodded slightly and said, so sweetly, "Thank you Andy san". I asked where we were going and she said just to walk and talk. We'd been walking for about fifteen minutes, chatting and laughing, when I felt her hand brush against mine. I assumed it was just a random touch, but then it happened again. I couldn't stop myself as I took her hand in mine. She smiled at me and said "oh Andy". I smiled back tenderly. We entered the Shinjuku Gyoen National Gardens and walked by the stream, the scent of the seasonal cherry blossom floating romantically in the air. The moonlight on the water made this feel like the most romantic moment of my life and as my heart fluttered, I knew that there was every chance that I was going to fall in love with this perfect young lady.

We found a park bench at the water's edge and sat. I took my jacket off and placed it over her shoulders and she rested her sweet head on my shoulder. I turned my head towards her, placed my hand gently under her chin, raised her head up to mine, leant forward, and stopped briefly. I didn't want to assume anything. She looked at me and blinked so slowly and seductively. My lips touched hers and we sat there for a few seconds, lips together but not actually kissing. This was a perfect moment in time. Then we kissed, like lovers, and I knew right then, I loved her. Just mere hours and I was in love.

As we sat, hand in hand, gazing at the flickering lights on the water, I slipped my arm around her shoulder and she moved into my arms. We sat in a loving embrace for what seemed like an eternity.

Eventually, it was time to escort Yoku to her home. She lived close and so we walked hand in hand like the lovers that we had so quickly become. I hoped so. After about fifteen minutes, we arrived at Yoku's apartment and sadly, it was time to say goodnight. We kissed lovingly. Yoku looked at me.

"You would like to see me again, please?" Yoku asked cutely.

"I would love to see you again, tomorrow? Please?" I replied, and then felt a tear on my cheek. She touched my cheek.

"Why the tears?"

"Because, Yoku, I'm very happy, very happy to have met you and very happy to know that you want to see me again."

Another kiss.

"I will not be working tomorrow. You would like to call me early?"

"Yes, about twelve noon?"

"Twelve will be good".

We cuddled, kissed again, and then she opened her apartment door, entered, but before closing the door, she looked at me. "I could fall in love with you Andy", then closed the door.

As I returned to my hotel I felt as if I was floating inches above the ground. I had met the girl of my dreams. She was beautiful, sweet, and sensual. She was my Yoku. That night, as I slept, I hugged a pillow, praying that very soon, I would be hugging Yoku in bed, not yet sexually, just lovingly.

I awoke with a feeling of euphoria, happy with life. I showered, shaved, dressed, added cologne, and then enjoyed breakfast and coffee. I'd booked a taxi for eleven thirty and was soon on route for the girl of my dreams, Yoku. I arrived a few minutes early and took a short stroll before knocking on her door.

When I knocked, she opened the door and smiled the most beautiful smile. Again my heart fluttered. She stepped forward, threw her arms around my neck and hugged me close and said "You came, I feared that you wouldn't. I was scared that you might not want to see me again". I put my hands on her cheeks. "Yoku, how could I not want to see you again? I can't stop thinking about you. I've only known you since yesterday and this may sound crazy, but", I swallowed hard and then continued, " I think I'm in love with you".

Her eyes welled up with tears of happiness. "Oh Andy, I think I love you also".

I have found the woman of my dreams and her name is Yoku Natsume and I knew, at that exact moment, that I Ioved her with all my heart.

We spent the whole day in a daze, holding hands, kissing, and just loving each other. We had lunch, drank champagne, and we're so happy. We walked in the park, fed the birds and ducks. The whole day was wonderful, together, my Yoku and I.

As the day drew close to ending I, again, escorted my darling home. I could feel that she wanted me to enter, maybe for the two of us to explore our passion, together. I didn't want to hurry what we had found in each other and so we hugged, and kissed goodnight, both telling each other how much love we were feeling.

The next few days were much the same. We were falling deeper and deeper in love with each other. The time had come. On the fifth day, as we arrived at her home, she opened the door then took my hand and lead me inside.

Her home was lovely, traditional to her nationality. Lantern decorations hung from the ceiling. Standing in the middle of the living room, we held each other and kissed for a few minutes. When we broke away, Yoku said, "If you wait here, I will change into clothes for sleeping". Her use of English was so cute. My heart was pounding as I waited. I could hear her running a tap in the bathroom. About ten minutes passed and then she called to me, "Andy, you can come here now".

I entered her bedroom and froze on the spot. There she was, standing by her bed, all in pure white lingerie, like a bride on her wedding night. White lace negligee, covering up white satin bra and panties, lace suspender belt, stockings, and heels. She looked absolutely stunning. I walked to her and slid my arms around her perfect body. I kissed her sweet lips then kissed her cheek, then her neck, tracing little patterns of love on her lightly scented body with the tip of my tongue. I gently parted the front of the negligee and kissed her upper breasts above the delicate material of her bra. Her breasts were petite and perfect. I traced my tongue down her body and teased her navel, all the time keeping my eyes fixed on her face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, breathing heavily in the throes of passion.

And then I realised. Something was pressing against my chin, covered in white satin. I looked and saw the medium sized erection in her panties. I should have been shocked, but it was way too late as I was already in love with Yoku. Regardless of what would have been shown on her birth certificate, this was a woman to me. I lowered my face level with her panties as she ran her fingers through my hair. I moved forward an inch and felt the end of her erection against my lips. As I kissed the satin covered tip Yoku whimpered in delight. I then rubbed my face across the hardness. This lady was not what I had expected but like this, she was now so perfect in every way. She was more than perfect.

I placed my hands on the soft cheeks of her satin covered bottom as I continued rubbing my face on her extra appendage. She parted her legs slightly and I could see the outline of her perfectly formed testis. I kissed them both and began to slip her panties down her legs, lifting the delicate material over her erect cock. There it was, in all its glory, her hard cock, with a cute trimmed tuft of pubic hair no more than a centimetre in width at the upper base, and with the foreskin pulled back to reveal the lovely shape of the end. Could I do this? As far as I had always known, I was a heterosexual male, yet here I was, mere inches from another cock. Suddenly I realised that my own cock was solid in my trousers. I was extremely aroused, so aroused that I parted my lips, extended my tongue, and licked the end of her cock, and it felt wonderful. I felt so liberated from the 'normality' of a male female joining.

I opened my mouth further and slipped my lips over the end and took it into my mouth, and for the first time in my life, I suckled another cock, and I was loving it. Yoku was now crying. I stopped, stood up, put my hands on her shoulders and asked why she was weeping.

"I expected you to be angry, to leave, and to break my heart. But you are still here".

"Yoku, darling, I love you with all my heart. The person that you are is all that matters and all I can see is a beautiful lady with an equally beautiful heart. I love you and want to be with you, in fact," as I knelt on one knee, "will you make my life perfect and become my wife? Will you marry me?"

"Oh Andy, yes, yes, yes".

"What are the rules here in Japan? This would be perfectly ok in England".

"Oh darling, in Japan, it is not allowed. Natural man can only marry a natural woman", she sobbed.

"Hmmm, then would you move? all the way to my country where we can be man and wife?"

"Yes".

Yoku then started to undo the buttons on my shirt. While she did, I couldn't stop smiling. This was the happiest that I'd ever been. She slipped my shirt off and put it over a chair, then put her lips to my chest, flicking my nipples with her tongue. I felt her hands undoing my belt and trousers. I kicked my shoes off as my trousers and underwear slid down my legs. Yoku knelt and eased my socks off and removed my discarded attire. I stood in front of her, totally naked.

Still on her knees, she returned my compliment and kissed my own hardened cock. It twitched in anticipation. And then, I felt the warm safety of her beautiful mouth as her lips enveloped me. Minutes passed while she pleasured me. She stood up, took a few steps towards her bed, and laid down. I laid down next to her, folded my arms around her, and we kissed, passionately, our tongues entwined. We stroked each other's bodies and I eased her small breasts from her bra. They were very small, and beautiful, and perfect. I suckled her hardened nipples and she sighed.

It felt as if we were making love on several planes of existence, so pure and perfect, holding each other close with our two hard cocks touching. Yoku raised herself up and shifted into a position where she could take me in her mouth and offered me the same. My mouth again closed over her cock, and we laid there, together, suckling each other lovingly.

Lyrics of a song came to mind. The late great David Bowie once sang about the church of man love being such a holy place to be, and I now fully understood what he had meant.

As we laid together, lovingly suckling each other, I wondered if Yoku would expect me to enter her, anally. If she'd have asked, I'm not sure what I would have said. I desperately wanted to please her but that particular act was something that I had not really thought about, having never engaged in the act before, even with a woman. The act of orally pleasing each other was enough for someone new to this life as I was. Thankfully, she seemed happy to lay as we were, enjoying the sensations.

Even with my mouth full, I moaned in ecstasy. It felt wonderful, giving and receiving this level of intimacy. I squeezed her bottom as she loved me orally. This seemed to please her more. While I held her cock with one hand as I suckled iit, I moved my other hand further and delicately touched her small hole. She gasped in pleasure and then suckled me harder. She obviously did enjoy being loved anally. As I touched her intimate place I felt, inside me, the rising feelings of my oncoming orgasm. This, in turn, made me also suckle harder. The tip of my fore finger slipped into her hole and I felt her cock spasm as she reached her orgasm and exploded her hot white cum into my waiting mouth. Within seconds, I also reached my orgasm and also filled her mouth. As our cocks both pulsed I savoured the warmth and taste of the semen. It wasn't as I'd imagined and I enjoyed the flavour, savouring it on my tongue before swallowing. I hoped that she also enjoyed my taste.

Her cock began to soften in my mouth but I didn't want to let go of it. I gently cleaned the last white droplets with my tongue, gave it a last kiss, then let it slip from my mouth. With her now soft cock in my hand, I gently wept with tears of happiness. She was also cleaning me in a similar way.

It was a while before we came face to face again and she gently brushed my tears away and smiled before speaking, "you liked it?"

"Oh dear lord, I loved it".

She hugged me tight. "I am so happy", she said and then pulled the sheet over us and we kissed as though we had been in love for an eternity. In that moment, my life completely changed and I knew that I'd love Yoku forever, and beyond. And then we fell asleep, totally content with life.

We woke the next day, still entwined. Yoku looked at me, smiled, and said, "Good morning sleepy head".

"Morning darling", and I kissed her.

"Do you still feel as you did last night?"

"Yoku, how could I not. I am totally in love with you and want you as my wife, forever".

"Oh Andy, I too love you so much".

After breakfast, I phoned my office in England to let them know that I would be taking an extended absence from work, then started planning on how to get Yoku to the UK. She told me that her mother and father knew about her and would have to be informed. I agreed and we went to visit them and her brother.

Mister and Missus Natsume were very welcoming to me and made me feel at home. They were happy that their daughter had found love. I asked them politely if they would grant me permission to wed Yoku and they readily agreed. Yoku and her mother hugged and her father shook my hand. Her brother nudged me and said "You do know, right?"

"Yes, I know, but love knows no barriers".

Her parents explained that we would not legally be allowed to wed in Japan. I explained that the UK had granted same sex marriages but that it was irrelevant as I could only see Yoku as a lady. I said that I'd take Yoku to England and would arrange for her family to attend. Then, if Yoku wished, we could return to Japan as regular visitors. I told them that they could visit us in the UK whenever they wanted.

Four weeks later, we boarded the Japan Airlines plane bound for Heathrow. After a meal and wine onboard, Yoku rested her lovely head on my shoulder and slept. I gazed out of the window at the clouds below us and then looked upwards to the heavens. I smiled to myself as I had already found heaven.

The flight took just under fifteen hours. We exited the plane and headed for passport control. It didn't take long before we were collecting our luggage and heading for the London Underground. Within a few hours we arrived home, our home. Yoku was extremely tired and wanted to retire. I showed her around her new home and finally, we began to get ready for bed. Again, we undressed each other, as we had done continually since that first night. I pulled the sheets back and Yoku slipped her beautiful body into the bed. I followed and entwined her in my arms. I moved my body so that our cocks could touch, and Yoku giggled so sweetly.

"Kiss me" she asked. Our lips touched and we kissed deeply.

"Now, kiss, me" she said. I knew exactly what she meant. I moved down the bed, taking her beautiful cock in my hand and began to kiss it from the tip to the base and around her testis. I licked along it, loving it, making love to it. I opened my mouth and, as I had done so many times, took her cock inside my mouth and suckled it lovingly. For about fifteen to twenty minutes, I pleasured Yoku orally. Although I'd only been doing this about four weeks ago, I had taken to it eagerly and loved the act. Tracing around the ridge below the head with my tongue, sliding my lips up and down her length, adoring her, Yoku, my true love.

Yoku moved her body on the bed and found the position needed to also suckle my hard, erect, cock. Again, we laid together, our mouths full of each other's hardness. We had engaged in this act so many times since the first time and every time, it felt amazing and new, and I loved doing it. Neither of us eased up until we both reached our orgasms, my mouth readily accepting Yokus semen and her accepting mine. Having satisfied each other with our mouths, we kissed deeply, our semen mixing on our tongues. Whatever each of us still had was soon swallowed, and then we slept.

The next day, I woke up at nine thirty in the morning. Yoku was fast asleep and so I left her in bed, made some coffee and toast for myself and opened up my phone. I searched for details regarding our forthcoming marriage. There were a lot of forms to complete but, a few hours later, I was done, and happy. The information I'd found meant that we could now plan a date. Suddenly, two arms encircled me from behind.

"Morning darling. You looked so sweet in bed, I didn't want to disturb you".

I made Yoku some breakfast and then showed her what I'd found on my phone.

"We can marry? I can be your wife?

"Yes, and I can be your husband".

We cuddled and were both shedding tears of happiness. We spent the day arranging dates, booking flights and hotels for her family, and our honeymoon. We chose a tour of Japan as I wanted to completely understand the culture as it was to be mine also.

Over the next few months, I introduced Yoku to my friends and family. If anyone wondered, or realised, about Yoku, they didn't mention it. They just said how happy they were for us. Weeks before the big day, Yoku asked me if we could make love on our wedding night, fully, in every way. I understood what she meant and said yes.

The big day arrived. She stayed at the hotel with her family and I prepared at home with friends and members of my own family. Before leaving for the registry office, I arranged for the hotel bridal suite to be decorated with a love letter on my brides pillow, white rose petals and Japanese lotus petals on the sheets, champagne on ice in the fridge, and chocolates.

We arrived at the office and about ten minutes later, a pianist began playing 'here comes the bride'. I turned to look at my bride to be. Oh dear lord, she looked more beautiful than ever, a vision of loveliness in white to match my white tuxedo. In her hands was a bouquet of chrysanthemums, iris, and cherry blossom, all traditional for a Japanese bride.

All heads turned to watch Yoku and her father as they walked forward. He took her hand and placed it in mine and the registrar began the ceremony to join us together forever. She stood next to me and her maid in waiting, one of her friends from Japan, lifted her veil and I looked into the eyes of my lovely wife to be. She was weeping tears of joy. I brushed them away, leant forward and asked her to close her eyes. In front of the assembled guests and officials, I kissed each of her closed eyes and whispered "I love you". I heard several guests gasp, followed by 'awww'. Everyone present knew that this was the perfect pairing of our two hearts.

The ceremony was a dream as I slipped the wedding ring onto her finger, then waited, my heart fluttering. "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride". I took her hands, gazed lovingly for a moment, then our lips connected. Our first kiss and husband and wife was the best kiss ever, of my entire life. We held the pose for a while and I heard clicks as some guests captured the moment with their camera phones. When we finished, the registrar congratulated us. I thanked her, took my wonderful bride by the hand, and walked towards the exit, past the assembled guests. Many patted me on the back, saying 'well done".

In the gardens, we had the photographs taken, had confetti thrown, and then made plans for the wedding dinner and dance in the adjoining hotel.

After the meal and speeches, our time for the first dance arrived. I located Yoku. She was embracing her mother. I apologised for the interruption, and thanked her mother for letting me join with Yoku. I gave her mother a hug and told her, she was now my mother too.

It was time for the first dance for the newlyweds. Yoku gasped as a traditional Japanese love tune began and took her hand and led her to the centre of the dance floor. Then our dance song began. I chose 'Waiting for a Girl like You' by Foreigner. We danced, holding hands, showing everyone that we loved each other. Eventually others joined us on the floor and the evening's celebrations began.

As the evening wore on, my bride and I decided that we needed to retire to the bridal suite and conjugate our marriage. We said our good night's and everyone formed two lines, male and female, and we walked between them. They all applauded, wishing us a happy long life together. We walked past the hotel reception and were also congratulated by the hotel staff.

The elevator took us to the top floor and we entered the suite. Again, Yoku saw what waited for her, and threw her arms around me. I held her tight. We looked into each other's eyes, both full of love, and kissed like only a couple hopelessly in love would do.

Slowly, we undressed each other, relishing in each other's bodies. Soon, I was naked while Yoku was dressed similar to how she was on that first joining of love, months ago. We laid down together.

"Andy, my darling husband, make love to me".

I caressed her breasts through the satin material and then reached around her to undo the clasp. I eased her bra off and kissed her erect nipples. I began to stroke her hardened cock and she whimpered in delight. I started to move down her body, easing her panties down. My bride had removed the tuft of hair and was fully shaven and looked so inviting.

"No, really make love to me". She rolled onto her tummy and opened her legs.

I understood what she meant. I'd fondled her bottom and teased her sweet little entrance many times, but this was new and I knew that I wanted to please her in every way. I knew that I was ready to please her in every way possible.

I knelt between her open legs, placed my hands on the cheeks of her bottom, and parted her. I looked at her delicate little entrance, leant forward until my mouth was close enough. I extended my tongue and touched the sensitive area. She squealed sweetly. I licked her lovingly, probing her with my tongue. It felt wonderful. As I licked her, I reached under her to hold her cock. It was so hard and perfect and I stroked it as I licked the small hole, my own cock as hard as ever.

After about ten minutes, her bottom was so wet, ready, and inviting. My own cock was damp with pre-cum. I raised myself up until my cock pressed against her. I eased forward and gradually, I entered her inviting passage. She buried her face into the pillow. Slowly, I eased forward and slipped further inside, further.

"Please, more", she pleaded.

I eased forward until my cock was fully inside her anal passage, my testis resting on hers. Then, I made love to her as she wanted, and needed, not fast, not hard, just lovingly. As I moved in and out, my lips kissed around her neck. She turned her head to one side to face me and our lips connected, and our tongues entwined. In this loving position, I stroked her hair with my left hand and again reached under her to play with her cock. At that precise moment in time, I felt completely joined to Yoku, more than I had ever been in any past relationship and I knew that we'd always be together, in complete love.

I moved inside her, slowly pulling out and then back in, then again, and again. Finding my rhythm, I made love to my beautiful bride.

We stayed in this joining for what seemed an eternity before Yoku wanted to change position. She laid me down, on my back, with my erection waiting. Yoku straddled me and lowered herself on to me. My cock slid into her with ease as her own cock faced me invitingly. I took her into my hand, closed my fingers around it, and moved my hand up and down. Yoku moved up and down on me as we stared into each other's eyes. I moved my hips up and down, eager to be as deeply inside her as I could be. We stayed in this position for ages, slowing to kiss, or to tell each other how much love we were feeling.

Never taking her gaze from me, she parted her lips. "Fill me". I understood, and was close.

As she slid up and down me, she sped up slightly and tensed her lower muscles. I felt her squeezing me and my orgasm rose past the point of no return. My semen exploded inside her and she threw her head back in sheer joy, feeling me flooding inside her. Her eyes welled up with tears of sheer joy.

We stayed in this position until my cock softened. Yoku used her muscles to keep the fluid inside her and raised herself off of me. I placed my hands on her waist and gently eased her towards me until her cock entered my mouth. I suckled her, eager to once again taste her semen on my tongue. She was already close and very soon, I felt her stiffen as she began her own orgasm. I felt the first spurt at the back of my mouth, and the next two on my tongue. Holding her hard pulsing cock, I released it from my mouth and felt her spray my face. Several times, I felt the wonderful splash of her hot semen on my cheeks, lips, and chin. I licked my lips and added the liquid to my mouth, swirled it all around my mouth and then swallowed.

Yoku sat up and licked her own semen from my face and then kissed me, passing it to me to savour. Once clean, I laid her back down, lifted her legs up, put my face down between her and repaid the compliment. I licked my own semen as it seeped from her bottom. She was obviously feeling very sensitive there and giggled. Once I'd finished, I kissed the opening, then her testis, along her cock, along her body, her petite breasts and hardened nipples, her neck, and finally her lips.

Whispering sweetly to each other, we cuddled, and eventually fell asleep, ready to wake to the first full day of being husband and wife, Andy and Yoku, and happier than we could have ever imagined.