Single Man Harvey

Single Man Harvey PART 1:

SPLIT DECISIONS a. k. a

Between a Rock and My Hard Pants

BACKGROUND: Single Man Harvey is living up life with women. He's the guy you're jealous of. That's all you need to know.

Harvey works at an agency that does financial consulting for the IT department of the National Bank of Texas. The agency, called "IT Figures", has a fair number of women working at it; in particular, there's a sexy girl who has eyes for Harvey - Ronnie in Accounting - and they've been having a sex-only thing on the side for the past few months. Ronnie is a rare find. She looks uncannily like young mid-twenties Julia Roberts but with a curvier body, her breasts being somewhere between 36C's and D's. When she wears blue jeans, which is most of the time, her pants stretch taut over her butt cheeks like firm denim globes. She also has a darker brown in her untameable curls than Julia Roberts has, a chestnut-brown verging on black. She has Spanish blood in her background, she told him once. And she fucks like a tiger.

Ronnie is the closest thing Harvey has to a girlfriend. He sees her regularly enough at work to chit-chat with her about weekly occurrences in their lives. She's also the girl he has lately been fucking the most (something he wouldn't want her police cadet boyfriend to know, but luckily, he's away at training camp in Carolina.) The only thing missing from their relationship is the messy garbage of relationships - it's cleanly delineated and that's just the way he likes it. Once a month, he books a trashy little hotel room for them in the downtown district where they can be anonymous for a night, have dinner, stroll along the streets holding hands. Later in bed, she lives out all her freaky fantasies with him; besides fucking like champions, they experiment with things like paddling, choking or fisting - the kind of things a good girl shouldn't do with her fiancé/boyfriend. But she does it all with Harvey.

One Friday afternoon, Ronnie sent him an e-note that said, "Meet me at the water cooler! I've got a girlfriend who wants to try a threesome."

Harvey's no dummy. He didn't even think.

"I'll be right over," he wrote back.

They met at the water cooler in the corner of the Acquisitions office to discuss more details. Sometimes the lame dorks who have cubicles in that corner look at them suspiciously (especially after that time he and Ronnie went into the handicapped bathroom for half an hour) but generally, if the two keep their affair subtle, no one gives a fuck about office fucks.

After two minutes of whispering at the water cooler, the story got better. Ronnie told him that it's not just a threesome. She explained breathlessly with a satyr's glint in her eyes that there was someone else who was temporarily staying with her, a friend from back home. "She's also interested in getting nasty with you. What do you say to that?"

"Well, now I'm confused." Harvey crinkled his brow quizzically. "At this point, isn't it technically considered a foursome? Because when you say 'foursome', people think two guys and two girls. So, please, Ronnie, not to be pedantic, but for the sake of the readers, clarify: what do we call this?"

"Call it the night of your dreams, lover."

She kissed him quick and winked. Her strawberry perfume made him drool.

As Ronnie click-clacked away down the hall in her high-heel shoes, Harvey was trying to make out the date on the coin in her ass-pocket when suddenly, she slipped. Maybe there was something slick on the tiles, or maybe she just had a high-heel fail moment; but like a scene from an unfunny blooper reel, she went down and hit her face square off the floor. It made a "wonk" sound, the sound a coconut makes when bouncing off concrete. A scream rang out somewhere in the office. Worried looks, concern. Someone reached for a phone to call for medical help.

Ronnie rolled over and sat up, a little dazed.

"I'm all right." She slurred.

"All right?!" Harvey gasped.

White pieces and blood littered the floor. She'd knocked out her front teeth. Her teeth were great and beautiful before - healthy, shining chicklets, the kind of All-American teeth you love to cum across, but now there was a gaping chasm in her mouth, filled in with broken white bleeding stumps. She looked like she had chewed a grenade. Harvey turned away, trying not to hurl.

"Oh my God. It's really bad, Ronnie."

"Oh, yeah?" She answered as if from a great distance. "That's okay. Tomorrow I'll go see a dentist."

Harvey looked again and felt faint.

"No, Ron, you should go right away. I've never seen anything this bad."

As she stayed sitting on the floor, her hand crept up her chin, her face, and came away bloody. Normally, people faint or freak here, but she just asked in a mild voice, "Oh, is this an emergency?"

Was she in shock, or just ditzy?

"I'd say so."

Wobbling at the knees, she grasped a cubical wall, hauled herself upright and then looked at her own reflection in the pop machine.

"Oh, that is terrible. I definitely need to see a dentist," she admitted.

A dentist? Try a trauma surgeon, Harvey thought to himself.

The thing about Single Man Harvey is that he has the ability to entrance women, to make them love-drunk to the point that they do things they don't usually do. This had just always been the way it was for him ever since he had become a gawky adolescent. He seldom thought about it anymore except when females did really weird shit just to please him - and here's a case in point.

She brushed her mahogany curls back into place, and then smiled at him, still sexy Julia Roberts, sans teeth.

"So, see you tonight, right?" She asked, a pleading tone in her voice.

Again, Harvey didn't pause. "Yes."

Ronnie walked away, now wobbling unsteadily on her high heels, and she was intercepted by two ladies who had come running up from the reception desk. The concerned colleagues slung Ronnie under their arms and whisked her away to medical safety somewhere in the underbelly of IT Figures.

It figures, Harvey thought and cursed his luck. Still being at the cooler, he drank a mouthful of water in a paper cup, asking himself, "Now how do l stick a dick in that mouth?" He crumpled the cup and trashed it, and then returned to his desk. His good night of sex was now no longer a sure thing. In fact, with her new dental arrangement, he stood a significant chance of learning what an organ grinder was.

Anyway, the night arrived.

Harvey was the first to show up at the hotel, the Sleepy Creepee. The owner is French and dismissively sniffed that the hotel's name is actually pronounced like the French dessert, "crêpe", but due to American incompetence, the sign had been misprinted and no one had yet bothered to correct it. Just as a rose may smell sweet despite any different name it bears, the Creepee smelled the same no matter what it was called: that distinctive funk of spilled booze, cockroach killer and sweaty illicit affairs made it a dive.

Harvey stood before the hotel front desk waiting to sign in to claim a room. While he was ringing the bell for service, a strange, rat-faced man emerged from behind the counter. He smelled of cigarettes and his name-tag said, "Sherman." Three nicotine-yellowed fingers pushed a signature receipt and a pen towards Harvey, and the vermin-faced clerk smiled a tilted quirky grin.

"Checking in for a little sexual relief..." He asked Harvey with zero subtlety, "... with that Amazon you bagged last month, chief?"

Harvey didn't recall interacting with this particular clerk from his previous stay at the Sleepy Creepee, but he did remember the girl he had brought back from the hotel bar. Hump-Back Mona was her name and she was the white whale of the Creepee lounge, easily six-and-a-half feet tall and two-hundred pounds. He rode her all night in all positions and her cries of ecstasy were colossal whale songs. It's possible Sherman the Rat now regarded Harvey as some sort of conquering sex hero.

"What's my room number?"

"Three-two-two."

"Can we get a 'do not disturb' on the room phone?"

"Three-two-two, that I shall do. None shall pass, so you can tap that giant's ass."

"Oh, it's not Mona tonight."

Harvey picked up his key and started to walk away, but couldn't resist tweaking Sherman's curiosity a bit.

"This is better." He added.

With that, Harvey departed, whistling. Despite their jovial banter, Sherman stood behind the front counter seething with envy towards that "dick-swinging simian, Harvey", and spent the next hour trying to think of verses that rhymed with "chlamydia".

In the hall beside 322, Harvey met Toothless Ronnie as planned. Ronnie had gone to a dentist who had removed her broken teeth, and now she was a horror show of bandages and facial bruising. But she was still so happy to see him; He felt flattered at her attention and so when she smiled a wide gauze-packed grin, he smiled back and pretended not to notice her dental destruction. He instead complimented her on her blue jeans, her immaculate white polo shirt and classy high heels, and made approving sounds about her choice of eyeshadow. She nodded and murmured in thanks.

Ronnie introduced the girl she was standing next to as her friend, Tina. Actually, it was Elas-Tina, the human elastic band. That may not have been her official title, but it should have been - Tina had a variety of thick and thin elastic bands tied up and down her arms and legs, which mottled her skin with asphyxia. The bruised tinges in her skin matched with her blue-and-black hair colour, cut short and shaggy like a school boy's. She wore a black miniskirt and a ruby tube top with no bra, and where her skin was visible around rubber bands, it was pale and china-white. Tina was pudgy, and stood at maybe five foot four but was generously hipped, generously titted. She had a pixie's nose set in a small square of a face and her eye colour was odd and special, as it bordered on lilac. Her lips formed a perfect scarlet heart, her teeth straight and slightly spaced. She was an enticing blend of nerd and sexpot. But Harvey could hear the bats fluttering around in her mind as she matter-of-factly explained that she had made a bondage promise to her S&M master, that she would not remove the rubber bands ever. Harvey nodded and smiled pleasantly at her decorations. Inwardly, he cringed. Besides looking life-threatening or at least painful, the bands caused the fat in Tina's arms and legs to bulge outward like bread baking around twine.

"You mentioned your friend from back home?"

Not able to open her mouth to talk, Ronnie mutely motioned to somewhere down the hall, at someone Harvey couldn't see because there was a grey-haired old lady standing in the hallway blocking his view. Harvey craned his neck to see past the old crone searching for a glimpse of the foursome friend that Ronnie had brought. Knowing Ronnie, this girl would be a knockout too. Didn't Harvey nearly scream when the old woman in the hall waved at them and promptly pushed right past him into 322!

Inside the hotel room, our young hero sat at a small granite counter top with his co-worker and the girl with all the rubber bands. They perched on high stools and drank vodka in tall icy glasses, getting loose. Ronnie was sipping her sauce through a straw, and under the table, she rubbed a foot, free of its high-heeled prison, up and down Harvey's calf. Her skin was silky, and her intentions were suggestive. Tina sat very close to Harvey on his right side, her body heat comfortably warm. She laughed at random times, an easy drunk, and with each cackle, she slapped a playful hand on his thigh, each slap getting closer to his crotch.

But Harvey's attention was not on Ronnie or Tina. Instead, he stared uncertainly at the third woman, Sadie, who had emerged from the hotel bathroom where she had gone to change into something "more sexy". Now changed, Sadie strutted around wearing only an old pink t-shirt, no pants, and large grey cotton panties.

With the benefit of Vodka goggles, Single Man Harvey took a moment to study Ronnie's "friend from back home". Where had the message been lost? To call Sadie a "girl" or even a "young woman" was a heck of a stretch. She was old, in her sixties at least, probably older - Methuselah old. Her long-braided hair was grey, not dyed grey but real grey, and she had a deeply lined and tanned face that reminded him of a school "ma'am". Or a leather purse. She could have been a female Willie Nelson impersonator. That's not good.

"So, Ma'am - er, Sadie, you're Ronnie's friend from back home?"

"Not 'back home', I'm from 'the home.'"

"Which home is that?" Harvey swirled the ice around in his glass, masking his rising horror.

"The retirement home where I'm living. I'm friends with Ronnie's mother's mother."

Ronnie chimed in around her mouth padding.

"Fadie an' Gran-Gran wen doo gool doogeda."

Sadie nodded. "Public school, that's right, back in the fifties."

Harvey did some math and choked on his drink. This was an eighty-year-old woman before him! Still, he had to give her credit - age appeared to be nothing but a number. She stood about five-seven, straight-backed, slim and busty, no pot-belly.

"You don't look your age," he lied, and she gave him a kiss on the cheek in thanks.

"You like my shirt?" She asked as he eyed her tits suspiciously. "It says, 'Woodstock '69'. I got it at the concert." Her breasts, though sagging, filled the t-shirt to swelling and her hips still had curves he could possibly cruise on, conceivably, through the miracle of vodka.

Harvey reached for the bottle. Well, that's just great. One toothless ditz, one S&M freak and one senior. His threesome/foursome was not turning out the way he had hoped. In fact, it was throwing him right off. But despite the odds, despite the high likelihood of everything going sideways, Single Man Harvey decided to dive in and take a heaping spoonful of this dog's breakfast anyway. What the hell, he figured. It'll be good for a laugh, if nothing else.

Not sleepy, he suggested, "Well, if everyone's in agreement, let's go to bed."

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Things begin.

Once he had drawn the black-out shades across the window, turned off all the lights in the hotel room and escorted the women into the welcoming darkness under the sheets, things became better, and began to resemble the threesome/foursome he had been dreaming of. Harvey lay on his back and let the women snuggle up to him on both sides. Under the bed covers, they would all be blind. His other senses took over, primarily his sense of touch. Someone settled her weight on top of him, straddling him. He didn't keep track of who went where, only guessed at their identities - it was more fun that way.

Kisses began from the person on top of him.

The kisses were energetic. His mouth met a thick pair of lips and straight teeth, felt an inquisitive tongue probing his. It was Tina, he decided. He kissed her back and as they locked lips, she squirmed her crotch against his with growing passion. He reached up under her tube top and slid it off her, releasing her grapefruit-sized boobs, which also had rubber bands tied on them! He ran his hands down her back, which felt warm and smooth. His hands reached her waistline and the hem of her leather skirt. It too got unzipped and was soon shuffled off, falling to the floor. She had no panties under her skirt, and he could feel her full nakedness pressing on top of him. Cupping her fat buns with his left hand, he ran his right hand across the front of her pelvis and reached down between her legs, touching a neat hairless set of pussy lips. At least there were no rubber bands down there.

Of the pair of bodies pressing in on either side of him, he recognized Ronnie's body on his left and decided to strip her too - her body was far too beautiful to be kept hidden under clothes. Tina kept Harvey's face busy with hot kisses, and Harvey kept his fingers busy unbuttoning Ronnie's polo. Ronnie's face remained away from his, but her long curly mat of hair was all around him - so too, her shampoo with its fruity tang. Ronnie had plenty of practice at stripping Harvey, and she had his slacks down to his ankles in one easy motion. He unzipped her jeans, and tit for tat, she unbuttoned his baby-blue dress shirt. Ronnie's fingers were slim and well-kept, and it made him horny thinking about her classy expensive nails running up and down his chest. His shirt disappeared in the darkness, and another set of hands ran along his now-exposed chest, feeling his muscles, his nipples, giving his chest hair a playful tugging. The second set of hands then traced a tickling line down between his legs, folding his cock into their palms with slow, steady strokes. Excited, he wondered who was doing that.

Finally, curiousity got the better of him and he decided to strip the old woman too, just to see what her body was really like. His hands left Ronnie's smooth ass cheeks (as she was now in a state of blessed nakedness) and migrated over to Sadie's body. From the direction of her arms, he discovered that Sadie was the owner of the pair of sly hands massaging his cock. He decided to try kissing her. He pulled his lips off of Tina's, and turned his head to find his new target. The lips of the senior looked and felt wrinkly, but on use, they were soft enough. She opened her old flappers and let him wrestle-tongue her for a bit. She must chew cinnamon hearts, thought Harvey, because her breath blew spicy into his mouth. Breaking the kiss, he grasped her cotton t-shirt and pulled it gently but firmly upwards over her head. After some struggle, he felt the padding of what he assumed was Sadie's large bra bumping against his face. Then her fat boobs flopped onto his chest and bicep.

Things got fondled.

Harvey ran his hands over all three of the women in one continuous motion, as if they were one long lover. Soft skin became smooth skin; skin became flowing hair, both straight and curly, wrinkly skin and then smooth skin again. He felt a firmly bulging pair of breasts pushing into his face, Tina's entangled tits, assumably. He located an elastic band with his teeth and twanged it, and she groaned with ecstasy. He reached to his left, feeling for and locating Ronnie's c-cup rack (not only were they firm and perfectly globular, she had slightly puffy areolas too), and not to leave out Sadie, he also grasped her puffy pair on his right as well.

Tina crawled off him, and there was a period of movement, some readjusting, repositioning of women. He lost track of who was where, lost himself to the moment, and in that same moment, a different pair of boobs muffled his face, big and soft, and then the breasts' owner slid down his belly and to his groin. Sucking sounds. A mouth had found his rising penis and engulfed it with smooth pressure, rubbing up and down his shaft, making him stiff, a skilled tongue sliding up and down his cock. He wondered who was giving him that awesome blowjob. Tina? It couldn't be Ronnie... or could it?

His right hand roamed in the dark, tracing fingertips over backs and hips until he found wet holes, and he entered these digitally. He put two fingers in what he guessed was Ronnie's vagina and gave her a good finger-banging, then in someone else's pussy, Tina's most likely. Wherever they were, his fingers were perfectly warm and enfolded in tight wetness.

The blowjob stopped, and he felt someone's thighs straddling his ears, felt a woman hovering her weight over his face. As this mystery woman lowered herself into position for a licking, he stopped his fingering and instead searched the body for clues with his hands. He couldn't feel any elastic bands on the legs. Who was this? He licked the proffered pussy, hearing moans. The pussy was clean-shaved.

More movement under the sheets, and someone kneed him accidentally in the side. He adjusted his position too and footed someone, feeling his heel push up against soft boobs. Did he just hoof Sadie's saggers?

The female he was eating out crawled off him and performed an undercover ballet to switch places with whoever was giving him the blowjob. A different set of hips settled over his face, straddling him with firm leg muscles. He reached with his hands for something to fondle, felt firm round ass-cheeks above him and decided it must be Ronnie, with her toned ex-cheerleader's body. As he resumed his tongue strokes, another hand took hold of his and placed his fingers back inside a waiting pussy. He decided to throw a curve ball, and looped his thumb into the act. He poked it into her wettened asshole too, handling her like a bowling ball. Things were wet enough there that he could pop his thumb in up to the hilt, and he heard her gasp.

Whomever was giving him head was really good at it, strong and firm around his rod, and he felt the familiar sensation in his balls that meant an orgasm wasn't far in the distance. He pulled his fingers out of the unknown pussy and reached down to the mysterious blowjobber, attempting to back her off so he wouldn't come too soon. His fingers tangled up in her long hair. She slowed but didn't stop, and he felt twitches in his balls, felt shivers running up his cock. He tried to think of something else, baseball maybe, but he was surrounded on all sides by inescapable sex. The person sitting on his face pressed her tush deeper onto his face, and he struggled to breath around her flesh. Her pussy lips and inner meat filled his mouth to overflowing. The trembles began to roll over him, and he felt his own cum starting to leak out, into the eager mouth of... who? Only by folding his legs up and lifting them off the bed was he able to step back from the edge, to avoid having a full orgasm.

Then came a break. Between the slurps and the sighs, he heard the girl in elastics complain that she needed to re-apply as her purpled limbs were losing circulation. The blankets swirled off them and Harvey blinked owlishly in the sudden light. He could now confirm who was where. Tina stood up and took all the sheets with her. From where she was positioned next to him, it must have been her he was fingering. Ronnie unsaddled herself from his head, as he suspected. He gave her sweet shaved slit one last kiss, watched her heavenly ass jiggle slightly as it moved away. Which meant...

There was an eighty-year-old woman on his dick.

Sadie was still blowing him, and he was surprised by how strong and youthful she was in her actions. Harvey's cock was no monster, but it had some length to it. She could handle it though, and she raised herself up with straightened arms into a push-up position so she could mouth-fuck him completely. She stabilized herself with her right, and jerked him off with her left. The skin on her arms was loose, and it caused a bizarre flapping ripple that ran from her puckered elbow skin up to her shoulder. But the muscles under the skin were firm, strong, and her triceps would flash and flex. What did she do to keep in shape? Between bobbing head and pumping hand movements, she caught his wondering eyes.

"Still got it, don't I? They call me 'Suck 'Em Sadie' at the home." She cackled and then resumed. Her mouth was incredibly smooth; His cock felt nothing but gums and tongue, and when he glanced at the bedside table, he saw why. She had removed a plate of false teeth and it sat on the table top, glistening in the light. Gross.

Pulsing with pent-up power, his cock jumped each time Sadie ran her tongue down it and then back up again to the head. She flicked the sensitive edges of his cock head with her Gene-Simmons-long tongue. She also clamped her curled talons around his balls, giving him light squeezes until he was hard in her grasp, hard as Chinese writing class. Her grey braids hung down to the base of his cock, twisting snakelike. There was a light sweat forming on her shoulder blades and the top of her forehead (he was surprised she wasn't sweating dust.)

Satisfied that she had his attention, Sadie stopped sucking and instead rose up onto her haunches, her big boob bags swaying, to settle her old cooch directly onto his wettened member. He moved to stop her, but she reassured him, "Don't worry about the condom, son. I'm not getting pregnant."

He was less worried about getting her pregnant and more worried about catching VD from the sixties but when she slid him in right up to the balls, he was surprised and forgot his concerns. He'd expected an old lady to feel like sandpaper and alligator skin inside, like lost youth and disappointment. But her pussy was prime, even creamy, and he started pumping with gusto. He cradled her pelvis in both hands, lifted her weight and that gave him room to thrust up and down into her with a good speed. Like a jet, he had a lot of energy on lift-off and the quick thrusts elicited lots of "oh" and "eee" from her, but then he tired himself out and just let her take over the rhythm.

She was more of the easy-rider type. His hands fell away from her waistline, and he just cupped her flappy ass instead, her steady rocking motion beginning to hypnotize him. "You see, Harvey? Slow and steady wins", she crowed from above, continuing to screw him with lazy ease. He studiously avoided looking at her face, fearing he'd lose his mojo.

As the old lady rode him up and down, he glanced over at the other two women. Ronnie stood in front of the hotel mirror, mouth open, gingerly adjusting her gauze paddings. She pulled out a long strip of blood-clotted twine from deep in her throat and dropped it into the garbage can. Harvey looked away, and towards Tina.

The elastic band fetishist had reset her punishing restraints and was now sitting back in an easy chair, vaping. She was gazing at her cell phone and when she noticed him watching her, she leaned forward to show Harvey a photo on her phone. It was a picture of herself, her head completely ensnared in elastics. The only visible part of her was long loops of flesh under her ears. It took him a minute to realize those were her earlobes.

"See? This was me when I had extenders in. My lobes almost touched my shoulders." She grinned widely, incredibly proud of this. Harvey gulped.

The old woman continued to grind her pelvis on top of him.

Sadie leaned in closer, the phone screen filling his view so he couldn't look away. The image was zoomed in on the side of her head, and the inner hole of her ear gaped horribly, allowing him to see deep inside her aural cavity. Alien pinkness lay within.

"I even stretched the inside of my ear. Look? You can see all the way down to my tympanic membrane."

Harvey closed his eyes tight, trying not to look at the picture which would have been more appropriate in an anatomy textbook. He felt Tina's breath on the nape of his neck as she nuzzled up and whispered, "It's a sex thing. Just think. Today will be the first time you ever stick your cock in a girl's ear."

Harvey threw old Sadie off him and stood, swaying slightly.

"I need a break."

He was at the ice machine in the hotel hallway, filling up an ice bucket and dreading his return to 322 when a finger tapped him on the shoulder.

He jumped, expecting more horror, but was instead wowed. The fittest blonde he'd ever seen was standing before him, empty ice bucket in hand. She was tall - around Harvey's height, early twenties, wore her fine golden hair in childish pigtails, a pyjama top with a lolly-pop pattern (odd for the mid-afternoon)... and no bottoms. She wore a fruity perfume and he recognized it as "loganberries", whatever the hell those were. The delicious sugary aroma filled his nostrils, and he floated in heaven for a moment.

She smiled and waggled her bucket in his face.

"Gonna fill this up, or make a girl wait?"

Harvey mumbled something and obliged, He bent down low to dig ice from deep inside the fridge, shovelling frosty chunks into her bucket. From that angle, he was free to spy her legs which were long and sleek and tawny, so long that he imagined her jumping horse fences, sans horse. He peeked higher and saw no panties under her PJ shirt, only a sleekly shaved split. He couldn't believe his eyes.

"What brings you to this hotel?" He croaked.

"We're in the Texas Open Marathon tomorrow." She was either oblivious to where his eyes were, or didn't care.

"We?"

"My girlfriends and me. We're running as a trio to raise money for blind iguanas in El Salvador."

"Wow, blind iguanas," commented Harvey as he stood up and handed her full bucket back to her. Their fingers brushed... and lingered.

"What's 'wow'?"

"Well, that's my favourite charitable cause too. I love to give."

She giggled.

"My friends say I'm so generous," he continued, sensing progress. "They say I can't stop giving."

"Oh, really?" She grinned wide.

"I'm always giving and giving. Mister Give-It-All."

Her giggle evolved into a sly knowing smile as he pushed his luck. Single Man Harvey always goes for the sweet spot, and he leaned in for the kill. "I can give it all to you, if you want. And I don't mean ice."

The blonde bimbo looked down at his pants. They protruded. She wet her lips.

"Well, that's a coincidence."

She leaned in for her own kill.

"They call me 'Miss Take-It-All'."

What will happen next? END OF PART 1