Текст книги "The Distance Between"

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to my family’s babbling. I just wanted to take David up to my room and fuck his brains out. I felt

uncomfortable sitting across the table from him when all I wanted was to get up, drag him out of his chair

and kiss him. Because that wasn’t an option of course, my mood was sour.

When David told my dad at the dinner table that he’d passed his first big exams, I remarked that all he

did was study and that he was becoming a nerd. As a result, my dad lectured him during the rest of our

dinner about the value of social contacts.

“You have to get out more David,” my dad said. University is not just about studying; it’s about new

experiences and meeting new people. I met a lot of my contacts today in my time at Columbia and as a

lawyer it’s always good to know a lot of people. You should take your brother as an example, he doesn’t

just sit at home all the time.”

“But I have to study, I’m not like Michael,” David said.

“Well sometimes it would be good if you were a bit more like your brother,” my dad said.

I felt bad about it later but I couldn’t help myself being mean to David. It was the only way I knew to

keep him away from me. So I teased him in front of Christine about still being a virgin.

“Come on, I can’t believe it. You’ve been in New York for months now. It’s like the gay capital of the

world, with all the guys you could dream about and still you act like you’re a nun,” I said.

“Shut up,” he said through clenched teeth.

“I bet no one has even kissed you, right?”

“Shut up Michael,” Christine said angrily. David had told her in confidence about being a virgin and

she had told me. We’d joked about it on the phone. David turned scarlet red and then even my dad joined

in the laugh at him.

“You know at your age, your mother already had you,” he said. Juliette had married David’s dad right

out of high school so that wasn’t an exaggeration.

“I don’t want to talk about it, especially not with my dad,” David said embarrassed.

“If you would go to other places except for those comic book stores with your geek buddies then you

might get lucky faster,” I said and my dad laughed.

It was all so stupid, because secretly I was glad that David was still a virgin. I wanted him to be just

mine. I wished that I could be the one to fuck him for the first time. I’m still jealous of the guy that finally

got to deflower him.

It seemed my dad liked me even better when I picked on David because it showed that I was on top of

the situation. I was the alpha-male of the two sons. No matter that I was a jerk who was unable to even be

friendly to the guys I fucked, to my dad I was the best.

By the end of the weekend David was not looking like his usual happy self anymore. We hadn’t sat on

his bed, talking and watching movies, like we used too. I was relieved that nothing like that had happened

this time but I felt disappointed too.

On our way to the airport and in the plane David hardly talked to me. He would look away from me out of

the window. When I tried to sleep, I couldn’t. The thought of him being mad at me depressed me, even

though this is what I had wanted. When we’d landed and were finally sitting in a cab, I took his hand and

squeezed it. His face lit up immediately and I felt sick for being such an asshole the whole week.

8. Excitement, fear and too much alcohol

A few days into the January, Glenn and me went out to a new club. We’d never been to this place

before, it looked pretty raunchy from the outside, and when we walked in I didn’t recognize anyone. There

were people, guys and girls, dancing frantically to a hard beat and there was smoke and stroboscope

lights. The music was louder than I was used to, I recognized some Nine Inch Nails song because that’s

what David listened to all the time back at home. We positioned ourselves at the bar for a couple of

drinks before we would mingle with the crowd. Glenn was already on the prowl and looking to see if

there was anybody interesting enough to pick up. He was a handsome guy with dark hair and intense

smoldering eyes. He could mostly get anybody he wanted.

“Fuck me,” he yelled in my ear and pointed at the door. “Look at that one. That’s one hot piece of ass

walking in.”

When I turned around to look at the door, I saw that it was David coming in.

“Fuck,” I said and froze.

“What’s this,” Glenn yelled when he saw the look on my face, “Did you fuck him before?”

I was almost angry with him in a flash, when I yelled back, “He’s my younger brother!”

“What the fuck?! Really?” Glenn yelled back and then he was already on his way to drag David back to

the bar. When David was standing before me, his eyes were twinkling.

“What are you doing here?” I yelled in his ear. The music was really loud and I had a hard time hearing

my own voice.

“What are you doing here?” he replied. “I’m here all the time,” he said. “I’m meeting friends here, but I

guess they haven’t showed up yet,” he yelled in my ear.

Glenn ordered David a screwdriver and handed it to him.

“So you’re Michael’s little brother?” He laughed seductively. “You don’t look anything like your

brother.” David smiled and nodded and sipped his drink.

“Fuck, Michael never told me he had a cute younger brother,” he said and moved closer to David.

David bent closer to him and said: “In fact he has three of them.” He smiled and turned around to look at

me. When his eyes met mine, the smile on his face was dazzling.

I was feeling uncomfortable being with David and Glenn in the same room. Glenn was my best buddy

now and I really liked him, but my stomach already turned by the look of him using his charms on David.

He put his hand on David’s arm when he bent closer to yell something in his ear. David looked amused

but then his eyes turned sideways and caught mine. He looked incredibly hot that evening. His dark wavy

hair had grown to shoulder length and it glistened in the neon lights by the bar. He was dressed in super

tight black jeans that made his perfect butt look even better. And on top he wore a sleeveless black shirt

to show off his muscular arms. The skin peeking out above his shirt was perfectly peachy and hairless.

When Glenn had ordered David his third drink I couldn’t take it anymore. I got up, took David’s wrist

in my hand and dragged him to the dance floor away from Glenn.

“Let’s dance,” I said almost angrily and he looked surprised but willing enough to go with me. Glenn

followed us startled.

When we started dancing I felt embarrassed the first couple of minutes. I had never danced in front of

David and it felt weird to do so now.

“I suck at dancing,” I yelled in David’s ear.

“Just go with it,” he yelled back and closed his eyes for a moment to listen to the music. They were

playing an eighties New Order song now that David liked and then I kind of got in to it. When I really

started dancing there was nobody in the club for me, but David and me. Everything started to blur, even

Glenn who was dancing besides us with another guy. My eyes were locked on David; watching him thrust

his hips to the music, shake his longish hair. The smoke was everywhere and Glenn had found a blond guy

to make out with. David and I were now dancing so close that I could feel his haggard breath on the skin

beneath my ear. I had never known that he was a good dancer but apparently he was. His body moved

exactly to the right beats and I wanted to touch him very badly. It was incredibly hot and my faced felt

flushed with heat. I unbuttoned my shirt and let it hang open. He took of his shirt and stuffed it in his jeans.

Eventually I closed the space between our bodies until my chest was touching his chest. He was dripping

with sweat. When my bare chest touched some of his skin, nothing had ever felt better than this, slicking

against each other. For a moment, I felt afraid again that everybody was in the club was looking at us and

that somebody would come up to me to tell me that I couldn’t be doing this to my brother, but of course

nobody did. There were lots of people, both straight and gay, dancing and making out and to anybody who

looked at us we were just two hot guys having fun. Glenn was bringing us strong drinks at regular

intervals and he seemed really amused to see me like this.

Finally, I dared to wraps my arms around the small of David’s back and pulled him even closer to me.

We weren’t really dancing anymore, just hugging and rubbing our dicks against each other on the middle

of the dance floor. I could feel he had an enormous hard-on through his jeans and I didn’t even care that he

could feel mine too. Glenn waved at us when he left with the blond dude, but I barely noticed him. My

hands were now half inside the back of David’s jeans and he was breathing, or rather moaning, in my ear.

All I wanted to now was to kiss him, but still I didn’t dare too. Like kissing him would make this all real

and now we could still pretend were had just been dancing together.

David’s mouth was against the nape of my neck now and his hips were bucking against mine to the beat

of the music. He looked like he wanted to get laid really bad.

All of a sudden the lights went on. Apparently we hadn’t even noticed the announcement for the last

song and this place was closing at five A.M. I felt startled and helpless standing there with the lights back

on and sweat cooling of my back. For the first time I felt the alcohol hit me and I was unsteady on my legs.

What should I do now? Should I ask David to come back to my place? And do what?

David answered the first two questions for me.

“I’m coming back to your place so were can share a cab,” he smiled.

I buttoned up my shirt again while we waited in line to get our coats. It had started snowing outside and

the cold hit my face when we staggered outside. I was still feeling really horny although I also felt weird

being outside with him in the cold, waiting for a cab. When we were in the back of the cab together we

were still touching, holding hands and rubbing legs together.

When we reached my apartment I was certain I would fuck him. I felt sick with excitement, fear and too

much alcohol. So sick that I felt like throwing up all of a sudden…I had to rush to the bathroom and just

made it in time to puke my guts out hovering over the toilet bowl. David was kneeling next to me to stroke

my hair back.

“It’s alright Michael,” he said. “Just get it out, you’ll feel better.”

Finally, after half an hour on the bathroom floor I felt a little better and David dragged me up and pushed

me to bed. He removed my clammy shirt and unbuttoned my jeans, but because they were so tight he

couldn’t get them off. He then took of his own clothes and rolled next to me in bed and pulled the blanket

over both of us. He put his head against the nape of my neck and I was dying inside because I felt so dizzy

and was sure I smelled of puke. He didn’t seem to mind. His arm crept over my chest and he snuggled next

to me. I felt so sick I couldn’t even move. I smelled his hair, which now smelled of stale beer and

cigarette smoke, and drifted off to a drunken sleep.

I woke up around noon because of an immense headache. It was so bad that for a moment I forgot David

was there, lying almost naked in my arm. The arm that he was resting his head on felt numb because the

blood flow had been cut off by the weight of his head. When I tried to move he woke up and looked at me.

His eyes were brilliantly dark, more grey than blue and framed by thick lashes. I was still intoxicated

enough to bend forward and kiss one of his eyes. He giggled and I felt his eyelashes flutter against my

lips.

“I have to get up,” I said. “I need an aspirin.”

“I have to take a piss,” he said and got up too.

Things were weirdly normal after we got up. The whole sexual mood was gone and we were just like to

brothers again. We took showers in turns and had a cup of coffee standing next to the kitchen sink. Nothing

was said about the previous night. I think David knew I dreaded him to say anything; I wanted to pretend

that nothing had happened. So he said nothing, not one remark or questioning look. And when he left to

finish a report that was due on Monday, I collapsed on the couch.

We didn’t see each other after this for more than a month. We didn’t even email. I was so afraid that I

had fucked things up completely that I couldn’t concentrate and even flunked an exam.

9. ‘Happy Birthday’

Glenn had been teasing me a bit about that night with David and he said he’d wish it could be him next

time dancing with my brother. I tried to ignore him and forget about that night with David by partying

hard.

Then on February 25th my birthday came. I told my dad and Juliette that I didn’t want to do anything

special this year and they sent me some money as a gift. Christine sent me a beautiful shirt that she bought

online and an appalling pink birthday card with kissing boys on it. She liked sending me stuff that she

knew I would hate. The twins called me on the phone and sang ‘happy birthday’ to me together. I hadn’t

heard from David the whole day and I didn’t know if I was sad or relieved.

Glenn and I were planning to go out in the evening to celebrate. First we would go out for dinner to an

Italian restaurant I liked and then we planned to get wasted at some club.

At 19:00 hours I was waiting for Glenn who was supposed to arrive thirty minutes earlier. I’m the sort

of guy who hates to be late for an appointment and I hate other people being late as well. Our reservation

for dinner was at 19:30 and I knew that if we weren’t there on time our reservation would be given to

someone else. The restaurant was always extremely busy. I was really getting annoyed.

At 19:30 Glenn still hadn’t arrived and when I called him for the fifth time he finally answered the

phone. He sounded terrible.

“Jeez man, sorry, I was sleeping,” he said. “I caught some stomach flu or something, I’ve been puking

all night and day.” I felt like a kid whose party is canceled.

“So you’re not coming?”

“I can’t,” he moaned and I hung up.

An hour later my doorbell rang and I wondered if Glenn had gotten out of bed anyway. When I opened

the door, it was David. Before I could say anything he said ‘happy birthday’ and kissed me on the cheek.

He smelled like the vanilla and coconut scented shampoo that we had at home.

“I hope you’re not busy,” he said and looked a bit worried. “I wanted to give you your present in

person.” Reluctantly I let him in.

“You’re all alone?” he asked me surprised when he came in.

“I was supposed to go out with Glenn, but he’s sick,” I said and tried not to sound too pathetic.

“So you don’t have any plans for tonight?”

“No,” I said and he smiled.

“Than this may come in handy,” he said and handed me a bottle wrapped in gift paper and a card. The

card was almost as bad as Christine’s’. This one was a smiling sun on it and said ‘sunny birthday

wishes’. On the back he’d had just written “Happy Birthday. I love you, David.”

When I unwrapped the bottle it turned out to be a very nice twelve-year-old bottle of ‘Highland Park’

single malt whisky. We’d been secretly drinking this out of my dad’s stash since we were sixteen and both

loved it.

“Shall we try it?” I asked him and he smiled. I walked to the kitchen to get two glasses.

While we started drinking we ordered Chinese food since we both hadn’t eaten yet. When the food

finally arrived, we were both finishing our third glass and the alcohol on my empty stomach made me feel

tipsy. By the time the food was gone I was really starting to feel intoxicated. I thought David must have

been feeling the same way because he was really babbling away about his university classes and new

friends. Then he put his hand on my arm and looked me straight in the eye.

“I missed you over the past few weeks,” he said. “Well not just the past few weeks, even longer. Since

you moved here it seems were not that close anymore.”

“I missed you too,” I said and my voice was suddenly sounding hoarse. I poured myself another drink to

get the dry feeling out of my mouth. I passed the bottle to David who poured himself another drink too.

He looked at my intensely when he took the first sip out of the glass.

“We should see more of each other,” he said.

“We will,” I replied.

“Promise me,” he smiled.

“I promise,” I said uncomfortably.

He reached out and ran his hand past my cheek. He looked at me as if he wanted to say something

important but had difficulty finding the right words.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” I asked him to cut the subject. “I’ve got this really bad Asian horror

movie a friend borrowed me.”

“Sure,” he said.

I got up to put the DVD in the DVD player and then we both sagged down on my old couch together with

the bottle of whisky. The movie was especially gruesome and the plot incoherent. I was starting to feel

really drunk and the alcohol made it possible for me to loosen up a bit.

I wrapped my arm around David’s shoulder and could feel by his relaxed muscles that he really wasn’t

afraid, just like I’d suspected. He let his body sag down a bit against mine and we just like that for ten

minutes or so before I dared to make my next move. I pretended to get more comfortable on the small

couch and ended up pulling him down with me. My hand was now around his waist and with the other I

stroked his hair back from his face. He sighed and his mouth was open a bit, ready for me to kiss him.

Instead of kissing him, which I really wanted to do, I nuzzled my head in the nape of his neck and inhaled

his scent. He smelled so nice that I could have ripped his clothes open right there on the couch. Again, I

was still too freaked out to do anything so we just kept watching the movie like that. And after that movie

had ended we watched some old Star Trek reruns until it was finally 02:00 AM.

“Do you want me to call a cab?” David asked and I said “no”. I wanted him to stay although I knew it

was a bad idea.

There was no question that David would sleep anyplace else than I my bedroom. The cough was too

uncomfortable to sleep on and I didn’t have a spare mattress. When we got to my bedroom I kept the

lights off so David wouldn’t see me blushing as he undressed himself. I’d seen him at least half-naked a

thousand times at home but things felt different now. We both kept on our T-shirts and boxers when we got

into bed, like two brothers would when they’re sharing a place to sleep. When I sagged on to the bed, the

whole world was spinning. The alcohol had really kicked in now and David giggled, “Don’t puke on me

tonight OK.” Luckily I didn’t.

We just lay there in the dark for an hour pressed against each other in the narrow bed, both unable to

sleep. Nerves and hormones were raging through my body. Finally David turned to his side and nestled

himself in my arm and I just held him like that for a while. I had an erection that was so hard it felt

painful. I could hear David wasn’t sleeping either by the way he was breathing. Just when I thought I

couldn’t take it any longer to be in bed with him, he turned around so that I could hold him from behind.

We lay spooned against each other and my dick was pressing against his ass. Every alarm bell in my head

was ringing telling me to get up out of bed but I couldn’t. Still too afraid to get naked and really make my

move, I pressed my dick against his ass so hard I could feel every curve through my shorts. He didn’t say

anything, didn’t even make a sound but responded by grinding his ass against me. The friction of us

rubbing together almost made me come but I controlled myself just in time. Finally the alcohol caused us

both to fall asleep. In the morning we woke up with our limbs tangled.

Once more we didn’t talk about what had happened. “This has to stop,” I thought. “If dad finds out he’s

going to be disgusted and so will everyone else be.” David could see by the look on my face that I was

troubled and after a cup of black coffee, he left.

Afterwards I cleaned up our empty glasses and Chinese leftovers and told myself that this wasn’t going

to happen again. I would be a normal guy, who dates other normal guys and who doesn’t fantasize about

fucking his step-brother.

10. Closer to the edge

I tried to stay away from David after my birthday. I succeeded in avoiding him as much as possible for

a couple of months. Of course I knew that it hurt him, not hearing from me. And I also knew it hurt him

even more that I didn’t call on his birthday. He told Christine that he thought I’d forgotten, but I hadn’t. In

fact I’d thought of him the whole day. I’d been so tempted to go to his room that I’d even put on my coat

and headed out the door, only to come to my senses in the hallway. I wanted to tell him I loved him but I

just couldn’t. So I decided the best thing was to hurt him so badly that he wouldn’t want to see me

anymore.

Christine called me the day after David’s birthday and screamed at me through the phone that I was

such a bastard. I told her my fake story that I’d been out with friends the whole day and that I’d forgotten.

“You never think about David,” she yelled. “I know he’s not our brother by blood but that doesn’t give

you the right to treat him like this. He’s your brother too, whether you like it or not!”

“Christine, I have better things to do than think about my brother,” I told her and hung up.

I tried to tell myself the same blatant lies I told Christine. When I was talking to my dad on the phone I

fed him crap about not wanting to hang out with David because he was such a nerd and he didn’t get along

with my friends.

David being a nerd was kind of true. He liked old Star Trek episodes and was obsessive about his

grades. He would study whole weeks at a time for an exam to be among the top of his year. He collected

comic books, although he called them graphic novels, and little action figures of the X-men and he could

fix most computer problems I could even think of. But besides all of this, he was also a very hot looking

and genuinely sweet guy. Lots of girls on campus were in love with him and some guys too.

I think David could have had his pick from a number of guys to finally pluck his cherry, but after I

purposely stayed away from him, he ended up with a real asshole like me. I knew this guy, who was in my

year as well, and he’d really fucked around for the past two years on campus. Even Glenn had slept with

him on some occasion. His name was Jack and he vaguely looked like me too, being blond and blue-eyed

and he had the same sharp features. Christine, who was an intermediate between David and me these

days, was the one to tell me he had a boyfriend. When I first heard I was so jealous I had to throw up.

Worst thing was that before, David and I would never run into each other on campus but now we did

and he had this guy with him. I almost bumped into them and when David saw me he looked startled and

embarrassed. I acted coolly and shook the other guys hand.

“I’m Michael, David’s brother,” I said.

“Yeah I know,” he said. “I’ve seen you around on campus and David has your picture like

everywhere.”

I looked at David who had now turned scarlet red. I felt ashamed because I’d never even been to his room

so I didn’t even know he had pictures of me there. I wondered which ones he had on display there.

“We’re going to a movie,” David said, sounding considerably more shy than normal. “Do you want to

come?”

“I don’t think so,” I said. “I’m meeting Glenn, we’re going out for drinks later.” He looked

disappointed.

“Alright,” he said. “Will you call me?” It almost sounded pleading.

“I’m busy this weekend,” I replied brusquely.

He looked really hurt. I twisted the knife even further.

“I met this guy...”

Jack was looking at his watch. He clearly wanted to go. I didn’t blame him because the atmosphere

between David and me was weird.

“I’ll see you at home when the summer break starts,” I told David.

He nodded and then Jack told him to hurry up before they would miss the beginning of their movie.

That week I heard from Christine that David had finally lost his virginity and that he told her it had hurt

while the other guy fucked him for the first time. I was grinding my teeth while I listened to my sister.

“He told me you also met a guy,” she said. “What’s he like?”

“I already finished things with him,” I said and she sighed. More and more she thought I was an asshole

I think. There had been no guy for me for a while now but I didn’t need to tell her that. The picture of that

other guy straining on top of David stayed in my head for days. The thought of him hurting David made me

sick. But I guess what I was doing hurt him worse anyway.

David and that guy broke up quickly anyway. When David came home for the summer break Jack had

already dumped him because he wanted to be available to fuck every other guy he met while staying at his

parents place in Minnesota. David was hurt and Christine told me he had cried when he told her. I was

glad and didn’t bother to hide it. Christine thought I was just being an asshole again.

When I first saw him again at our parent’s place he looked tired. We pretended nothing had changed

between us, in front of my dad and Juliette. We barbecued with them until late and played with the twins

who were happy we were home. David talked about Jack to Christine. He never mentioned getting

dumped to either dad, or me but my dad made a remark about it during dinner anyway. David must have

spoken to Juliette about his heartache too and she must have told my dad. When we were sitting down to

eat our charcoaled steaks he told David to: “Lighten up, you’ll find a new beau soon enough.” David

looked embarrassed.

“I don’t get you,” my dad went on. “You just sit here with a sour face all the time when you could be

having fun like Michael.”

David looked at his plate. I knew for sure that he was thinking that I had fucked a thousand guys, just

like my dad and the rest of our family thought. They all thought I was having so much fun… My dad

actually felt proud thinking I was some macho stud who was whoring around. I bet he thought David was

such a dweeb for not being like me and crying over this one stupid guy. I actually thought it was really

sweet that David could be infatuated like that. For myself, other guys just didn’t measure up to what I

couldn’t have.

When we’d finished dinner Christine helped Juliette clear the table and my dad left for his study to do

some more work. I caught David sitting by the pool on his own.

“Don’t say anything to embarrass me even more,” he said before I even sat down next to him.

“I won’t,” I said.

“You didn’t call me for weeks,” he said bitterly, “Why do you want to hang out now?”

“I don’t,” I said harshly. “I was just checking you’re alright.” When he didn’t say anything I continued.

“It’s not such a big deal you know. Everybody gets fucked and dumped a first time.”

“Fuck you,” he said, “I’m guessing that you’re the type of guy who does most of the dumping.”

“You guessed right,” I said angrily.

This conversation was really going in a wrong direction. I expected him to get up and go up to his room

but he didn’t.

“I’m sorry you got hurt.”

“Like you said it’s no big deal,” he snorted but his eyes said something else.

I put my arm around his shoulder and he eased into my touch.

“It’ll be better next time,” I said and I wanted next time to be with me.

“I was in love with him, a least I think I was… But, you know, it really fucking hurt the first couple of

times he fucked me,” he said softly.

“I wasn’t relaxed enough and he just wanted to fuck me anyway.”

I felt queasy while he continued with the gory details.

“I was bleeding too that first time and that stupid dick just said it was normal.” I stroked his hair.

“You did use a condom, did you?” I just had to ask. He looked at me like I’d gone insane for a second

“Yeah of course I did it safe, what do you think!”

“I just needed to know,” I said.

“The first time we did it, he just pushed me on to my stomach and then fucked me from behind. There

was no foreplay or anything, just some sloppy kissed and then he just pushed his dick inside of me. He

didn’t even bother to use some lube, just spit. It really hurt. And he just kept pounding it in to me while I

was almost smothered by his pillows. But then I was too afraid to say anything. I guess I wanted to get it

over with.”

“Why?” I asked quietly.

“I was starting to feel ridiculous, still being a virgin. Even Christine has had sex you know.”

“I didn’t know and please don’t tell me about it.”

I stroked his arm. I could feel the soft hairs on his lower arm brush against my fingertips. It was almost too

much…I wanted him so badly.

“I never thought you were ridiculous. I thought you were being sweet, waiting for the right guy and all,”

I whispered.

“You know there’s only one guy I really wanted,” he said. “You would never hurt me like that.”

Before I could even respond to that, Christine was calling us from the house, saying that there was a

great movie on and we should come inside to watch it. We did.

After that night talk where he’d basically said that he’d wanted me to be the one to deflower him I felt

like I was getting closer to the edge. If I went over, only bad things could happen…

I still tried to be as normal as I possibly could around David while we were both at home. We still

played basketball and talked about music and movies like we did when we both lived at home but things

had changed more than the rest of our family could know.

During the day I spend some more time with Christine than usual and with my dad, who was still

making plans for me to join his firm. I didn’t want to let things escalate between David and me like had

happened on my birthday. But at night I had feverish dreams about fucking David and jerked off smelling

one of his shirts that I’d picked out of the laundry basket.

11. Spiraling out of control

Then university started again and we were back to the East coast and our lives there. This time, no

matter how much I tried to avoid David, we kept running into each other.

More than once I would go to a club with Glenn and David would be there too. After dancing and