It's Not Fair

It's Not Fair - Peter's Letter 3

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This story is set in the Puericil Universe.

This is one of the letters to the "It’s Not Fair!" column, in "Boy Stuff" magazine. In them, boys complain about how little privacy they are allowed, and about the double standard that makes it OK for people to see them naked but protects girls’ modesty. Because of its length and more edgy nature, it is published as a standalone.

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Letter published in the It’s Not Fair section of the magazine called Boy Stuff:
(this letter has been written by Mike Ploog The response is by Cassie. The letter is published as originally sent. Before being published in the all ages magazine, some of the more sexual descriptions were slightly toned down. The request not to be called Petey was however published as is)

(You can read Peter's first letters in INF 14 and INF 34)

Peter (age 19)

Dear It’s not fair,

I’m writing again because I once more need your advice badly!

I hope you remember the letters I sent to you during my time at Madame Parker -

I mean the terrible and strict private teacher and her two daughters. I’m happy to say that this unbearable episode of my life is long since over. After the longest eight weeks in the world, I finally travelled back home to my mommy.

I tell you, my time at Mrs. Parker was nothing but life in prison, especially when after my failed attempt to escape the house the strict Lady forced me to spend the whole day in nothing but my underwear which I explicitly described in my letter.

At least, thanks to the private teaching my grades actually improved and I passed my final exams at school.

You may now think that all those hard lessons had finally lend to a happy-ending, but that is not so. On the contrary!

Let me explain the new ordeal I have to suffer: After I’ve finished school, my mommy decided to keep me on Puericil for another two years. TWO YEARS, imagine that!

She always says she’s doing it because I am still too immature and that she loves me so much and doesn’t want me to do “bad things” and “to get in trouble” and blabla...

But she also decided that I had to make myself “useful” and earn some money. Alas, the law doesn’t allow a Puericil boy like me to work in an “adult-job”, though I’m already 19 years old since last month. That’s not fair! I SO MUCH want to be a firefighter, but my mommy had other plans. Fateful plans.

You know what she did? She arranged me a job at the Puericil company. Let me tell you what this means: You may know those “youth health trade fairs”.

These are nationwide organized fairs where famous companies present their product lines for children and youths – you know, like manufacturers of health and hygiene articles. The biggest and by far the most popular exhibitor at these events is always Puericil. At their booths they present their newest pills, sprays and suppositories and all their other products such as youth health guides, rectal thermometers, diapers or their famous “Puericil paddles”.

But they not only show the products. No, they also present real Puericil boys! And my job is to be one of these “live models” as they call us.

Of course, I’m not the only boy who is suffering this fate. We are mostly a group of 15 of Puericil boys who are presented as “live models” to interested visitors. They have boys of all ages with the youngest being only 10 and the oldest being 19 or even 20. But at the most fairs it’s ME being the senior. The younger boys are hired from local schools in the town where the fair takes place but I am one of the few “permanent live models” travelling around the whole country, each week being booked for another similar event. And I’m already doing it for three months!

At those events, us boys are all supervised by the strict and authoritative Puericil staff - young hostesses dressed in business costumes, each of them carrying a paddle which they use to discipline us if needed.

Let me explain a typical scenario: Whenever an interested parent visits our booth – and they usually come in crowds – a Puericil hostess is showing them the company’s products and explains the benefits of a Puericil therapy. It doesn’t take long until they turn their attention to us boys. We have to stand in line in a separate area where we have to wait until our service is needed. And we are always naked! Imagine that! The only thing we are “wearing” is a big number hanging on a neckband and when a hostess needs a “live model” she simply snaps her finger at the chosen boy, calling “Number 15, come here!”

“Number 15”, that’s normally me, the oldest Puericil boy. I am called whenever a parent wants to see and examine an adult-aged (but still highly underdeveloped) Puericil boy. And there are many of those visitors. Each day!

Naked as I am, the hostess then leads me to the guest. I always have my struggle to keep pace as she hurries ahead making quick steps with her click-clacking high-heels.

Most of the visitors are single moms, very seldom dads or couples. For boys younger than 22, the Puericil areas at the fairs are highly prohibited. Same goes for bachelors. Oddly, these restrictions do NOT apply to girls!

No wonder I practically have to face females only! You have no idea how humiliating it is to be presented to those young or middle-aged women and their curious daughters in tow. The routine is nearly always the same. I am introduced to the visiting woman and have to make a bow (!) to greet her before the hostess gives a brief description of me, the “voluntary live model”. As if!

It doesn’t take long until the women start to ask me dozens of questions like “When did your mommy put you on Puericil?” “How is it being on Puericil for so long?”, “Are you fine with it?” etc.

Of course, the hostess expects us to show our best and most mannerly behavior. And we are NEVER allowed to complain about our Puericil therapy. Instead, we have to answer drilled phrases like “I’m so happy to be on Puericil, Miss Wagner” or “’Puericil had made me a well-behaved and obedient boy, Miss Turner.” And yes, it is our duty to address the women properly as “Miss” – we even have to say “Miss” to their daughters, no matter how young they are. That is so humiliating!

Each visitor is also allowed to touch and examine us wherever she likes. I tell you I’m always feeling so awkward when they explore my naked body and check my peenie with their hands, not to mention the wide-eyed and curious looks of their watching daughters. I lost count of the times when an eight, ten or twelve year old girl was asking her mother things like “Why is he all nakey?” or “Can I touch his willy?”

It’s even more embarrassing when the daughters are elder teens – you know, girls who already look like fully-grown women. They always check me out with derisive smiles. And some of them can be really rude. I still remember a particular slutty looking girl in hot pants and a tight tank top. She grabbed my penis and said “It’s shorter than my pinkie. No way this puny boy is two years my senior. He looks like 12!”

On the other hand, the hostesses always expect us to grin and bear those incidents. Also, we are not allowed to cover and protect our privates. If we try, a swift and painful smack will be delivered on our naked hiney. However, it usually only needs a stern look from the hostess to put our hands back in place.

As I said, the Puericil hostesses want us to be polite and courteous, so we also have to offer the guests coffee and cookies. They are always amazed and delighted when I serve them and beam like "What a handsome and well-mannered boy you are."

If I’ve made such a good impression, the hostess gives me an encouraging slap on the backside and sometimes even rewards me with a candy.

That’s one of these rare moments when I’m really proud. You must know that the strict hostesses are hard to impress. But can’t you understand that I still don’t like these meetings and conversations with the guests? It’s so embarrassing. So degrading! And why do I have to serve them? I mean, I’m not a servant!

However, there are things we have to endure during these trade fairs, which are even more embarrassing. MUCH more embarrassing!

As you may know, many Puericil boys have to wear diapers as the medicine can sometimes cause incontinence due to a side-effect. So, every afternoon the Puericil company offers a special and free diapering lesson for girls. Diapering lessons! Can you believe that!

Let me explain this highly humiliating procedure: First, one of the hostesses demonstrates the “changing technique” on one of us boys. The particular boy is laying on a gurney and is wearing a prepared diaper. His diaper was soaked with a special substance of yellow tinged water to give the impression of real urine. As she’s describing her actions, the hostess takes off his “dirty” diaper, cleans and powders his privates thoroughly before she puts him on a fresh pair of Puericil diapers. The demonstration is even filmed and streamed on a big screen for the participants to watch!

Meanwhile, each girl is standing at her own gurney on which her own “practice partner” is already lying on his back wearing an equally prepared diaper full of fake pee ready to be changed. Imagine a line of dozen gurneys, each of them occupied by one us Puericil boys with a girl eagerly waiting to remove his wet diaper.

As part of our preparation, the hostesses even had our arms fixed with Velcro straps. Officially, they say that this a precaution to prevent us from falling off the table but I know they do it to keep us immobile so that we cannot cover our privates and interfere the girls’ training. That is SOOO humiliating!

When the girls start to handle their boys, two or three hostesses walk up and down the line acting as an instructor and a helping hand if needed. They show them how to thoroughly clean us with the washcloth and if a boy is uncut (like me) they remind them to “pull back his foreskin and do him underneath, too”. They also make sure that we “nicely cooperate” which means heaving our hips and pushing up our spread legs so they can “go for the hole”.

You have no idea how embarrassing it is for me to present my naked privates to the girls and feeling their busy hands on my peenie and my balls. Really, I NEVER get used to it as it always makes me feel so awfully EXPOSED. And, damn, the youngest participants are only ten years old. That’s barely half my age!

A few boys even get a stiffy during the procedure. That’s when the hostess on the screen explains in a loud and clear voice: “Some of you may notice that their boy’s penis starts to raise and become stiff. For all the younger participants amongst you: That’s called an erection and it’s nothing you must be worried about. If a boy gets a stiffy it only shows that he is healthy and happy. It’s like he wants to show you gratitude, you know?” I know these words so well because I’ve heard them so many times.

Another embarrassing thing for us is the type of diapers they use. You must know those Puericil diapers are labeled with the letters “Pp” on the front side. Of course, “Pp” is an abbreviation for “(official) Puericil product”, but the giggling girls always think that “Pp” stands for “peepee” because the letters are located directly on the crotch. They’re so stupid! I once shyly explained an eighth-grader, who was changing me, the real meaning of “Pp”. A big mistake! After a brief moment of puzzlement, she and the schoolmates next to her suddenly started to laugh hysterically at my awkward attempt to correct her. I still remember how they made faces and mimicked me “No, it DOESN’T mean peepee, Miss.”

The girl then even humiliated me further as she yanked down my wet diaper “But look what’s hiding here, smarty! Isn’t that a little PEEPEE, huh?” causing the other girls to a new wave of laughter. That encouraged her only more, because she then grabbed my peenie with two fingers and started to tease me really bad. You know what she did? She slipped down my foreskin and - much to the amusement of the other girls - “greeted” my revealed penis head with “Howdy, lil fella.” before she imitated an angry babyish voice “I’m not a lil fella! I’m already a big boy!” Of course, the girls kept laughing like crazy as she wiggled my peenie making it look like a shaking little puppet. But I didn’t find that funny at all! No, I felt nothing but mortified as she announced “But the big boy has made a little mess and needs to be cleaned now. Momma is going to fix that soon.” I tell you, that incident taught me one lesson: Never ever try to play the wise guy in front your practicing partners. They can make a total fool of you!

But you know what? After the students have successfully changed our diapers, our ordeal is far from over. Because next, they learn the usage of rectal thermometers! Once again, the professional lady behind the camera demonstrates and explains the procedure on her live model. And again, her instructions are displayed on the big screen including close-ups of the boy’s genitals and his butt hole. First, she tells him to lift his legs and keep them “wide open”. Then she skillfully lubricates the Puericil thermometer with a thick paste while she talks to her students. “Listen girls: It’s very important to insert the thermometer in a slow and steady motion. At first, you might feel a resistance as the boys tend to clench tight their little holes. See, my little companion here is also a bit stubborn. That’s when you need to increase the pressure. Now, watch me carefully. You must not be too rough but still be determined…ignore his groaning…he will stand it…don’t be afraid little man…just relax…. Now watch how the thermometer slowly pops in. That’s when he gave in so that you can push it aaaal the way in. See how brave my little companion is…. Now that the thermometer is fully inserted you have to wait at least five minutes until it shows his exact temperature.

Okay girls, enough talking. I know, you can’t wait to get started. If you need help or your boy won’t cooperate, just call one of the assistants. They will quickly help you.” Again, you have no idea how often I’ve heard these words. They even haunt me in my nightmares!

However, for us boys this procedure is always VERY unpleasant. You must know that those Puericil thermometers for boys are very old fashioned and awfully big. Some girls, mostly the youngest ones, can be very rough and impatient when they use them. If we are lucky, a nearby hostess intervenes and slows the boisterous girl down. If not, tears will flow!

But even when it’s not too painful, it’s still humiliating as hell for any boy. Imagine me, a naked and helpless 19 year old young man, watching an eleven or ten year old girl inserting a huge thermometer in my bum hole while she’s treating me like a little kid, telling me to be “a big brave boy” and giving me orders like “up with your legs” or “spread them wide apart!” I then have to wait and keep in this undignified position for endless five (!) minutes while the girl is looking at her stop-watch and assuring that the thermometer is still properly located. Sometimes the girl is even patting my hiney, saying things like “that’s a good boy”. It’s like SHE is an adult with ME being her toddler!

Can there be anything more degrading? And it really happens! Believe me, the thermometer training is one of the most unbearable events of the day.

But if you now think it can’t be worse, you’re wrong! Besides those terrible and humiliating lessons with the diapers and the thermometer, the Puericil company also offers “spanking lessons”. Yes, spanking lessons! And these are even more popular. During those daily events, a group of girls is sitting on chairs. Then, a hostess picks up a boy, mostly me (!) and puts him on her knees with the girls watching attentively. She then delivers a few blows on my hiney with her Puericil paddle. Her intention is to show the girls the right technique and how use the paddle most effectively. At least, she’s not spanking with her full strength as she takes care that I won’t suffer too much. They hit much harder when they actually punish us for misbehaving. And they do it a lot, I can tell you!

However, it’s always hard for me to keep being brave and fight back my tears, even during these light practice spankings. You know, I always want to impress the girls by not starting to cry.

After the demonstration, two or three hostesses select a boy for each partaking girl. Doing this, they make sure that the boy and the girl are about the same age. So, the elder the girl (minimum age is 10) the elder her “spanking partner” (though “spanking victim” would be the right term).

The hostesses then help to place each naked Puericil boy onto his partner’s legs before they tell them to start. At first, the girls are allowed to give three practicing-blows with the paddle. The pain is actually quite bearable. Most of the girls are unexperienced and it’s their first time to use a paddle so they do not spank very hard. Much worse is the degradation and the physical stress. I mean, being naked and bent over the legs of a teenage-girl is nothing but humiliating! With their peenie clenched between the girl’s bare thighs some boys even get a stiffy during this training – which of course doesn’t become unnoticed by their grinning and giggling “spanking partners”.

After their practicing blows, the hostesses evaluate the girls’ efforts and give them advice how to improve their technique. They say things like “Very good for a start. But next time, try to hit more with a swift movement from your wrist” or “Use the full range of your arm. If you make him squirm, you’ve got it right.”

Finally, they are encouraged to do two more spanking-blows. That’s when the Puericil ladies encourage the girls to “get serious” and spank as hard as they can. And that’s when many of us boys start to cry out loud from the sudden pain. I tell you, some girls, especially the older ones, are able to hit really hard if they want. And it’s always me who has to deal with the big girls, because I’m usually the oldest boy. That’s not fair!

During those final spanking rounds, we can also hear their cheering and applauding mothers. They are watching from behind and go like “Spank him hard, honey!” or “Bravo. Well done, Cherie!”

And you know what? Those girls who did the best “spanking job” are even rewarded with an “Official Puericil spanking certificate”. How sick is that?! Plus, they even get a free Puericil paddle from the company. They normally cost at least 50 dollars!

On the other hand, between us boys, the ones that managed not to whine are always the heroes of the day.

But I have to say that only yesterday, I wasn’t such a brave hero. Let me tell you what happened: One of the hostesses taught some girls the so-called “standing spanking technique”. Doing this means that the girl places one foot on a low chair and puts her spanking-partner over her knee. Fortunately (for us), the first three girls totally failed with awkward attempts. They couldn’t even hold their boy in place and fix him, so they gave up quickly and were laughing about their own clumsiness.

But then a fourth girl appeared, a tall and strong looking 16 year old blonde. She was dressed in an old-fashioned western outfit with knee-length leather boots and white riding pants. No kidding, she looked like she’d just climbed off her horse. This tough girl named Susan wanted to try the “standing spanking”. She was a bit late so us boys were already back in our waiting room to recover from the training. A hostess led her into the room and told her to “pick one out”. Jeez, we all shivered as the big girl slowly walked down the line of 15 naked and intimidated Puericil boys, towering each of us.

I tell you, NONE of us boys wanted to end up across those strong looking thighs. Smiling and casually chewing on a gum, Susan looked us all up and down and said. “Damn, that is some long row of short wicks!” She then approached me (!) and with a big grin she announced: “I think I choose wick number 15.”

When the hostess asked me if I’m ready for a last spanking-lesson I wildly shook my head no. “Please not me, Miss! I’m too exhausted!” But the hostess just sneered “Come on. It’s only five blows. You will survive it, boy.”

Her look told me that she wouldn’t tolerate any more protests so I had no choice but to surrender to my fate.

We then quickly went back to the practice area where everything was still arranged for the spanking-training. First, the girl, Susan, was given a Puericil paddle. She then put her foot on the chair and the hostess helped me to position myself across her knee. Jeez, she must have been like 6 feet tall and made me feel like a little kid as she easily held my whole weight on her big thigh. In my degrading position with my head upside down I could even smell her boots. They smelled like horse. Disgusting!

But believe me, those thoughts were quickly distracted when she said “get ready, little cowboy” and her first blow hit me. I can’t describe how HARD and painful she spanked. Her second blow was even more brutal. I tell you, I was kicking and screaming like crazy. Thankfully, after her third strike the alarmed hostess intervened “No! No! Stop it, girl! Stop it!”

She quickly released me from my tormentor, preventing her to land furthermore blows. I immediately started to jump up and down. With my hands rubbing my abused hiney I no more cared about my modesty, so my peenie was bouncing around for all to see. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Susan’s wicked smile as she watched me giving an involuntary show with my wild “spanking dance”.

When asked how she could hit so hard, Susan said that it was probably a result from the daily hard work on her family farm and her skills as a local rodeo champion.

By the way: Later, I’ve heard that she originally planned to even whip me with her riding crop! Imagine that! She could have killed me! Thanks Christ, the hostesses don’t allow such hard treatments on us Puericil boys.

At least, the hostess was feeling sorry for me and rubbed a cooling gel on my hiney to ease the pain. She even apologized that - literally spoken - “things had gotten a bit out of hand” and released me from today’s lessons to recover. Fortunately, I did not suffer from any real damage. Sure, my hiney still hurts a bit and I guess you can still see some red marks on my skin.

However, you now may understand, that I don’t want to work as a “permanent live model” anymore! I don’t want to take part at all those diaper trainings and the painful spanking-lessons. Not to mention this most embarrassing thermometer thing. Also, I don’t wanna be on Puericil anymore. I’m 19! Nineteen years old! When I complain about my terrible job, my mommy always tells me “It’s for a good thing, Petey.” She says that “You show so many moms what a brilliant medicine Puericil is. You help the girls learn to take care for their brothers, to change their diapers, to take their temperature if they feel sick and to discipline them if they are naughty. That really is an honorable thing. And with your service as a life model you can convince hundreds of mothers to put their own rebellious sons on Puericil. That makes you a very important member for our society. And that’s why I’m so proud of you, Petey!”

Now I ask you: Is my mommy really right when she says that? You must know, the contract she has sealed with the Puericil company runs for a full year. That means I have to do many more Puericil trade fairs around the country. For the next nine months each week from Friday to Sunday I have to endure all these humiliating things. I don’t even know how much money I earn because my mommy keeps it all by herself. She only gives me little pocket-money. That’s not fair! Can you PLEASE speak with my mommy???

The magazine published response:

Dear Peter,

We are glad to hear that all your work paid off and you passed your exams. I know your stay at Madame Parker was hard on you, and you probably won’t be able to appreciate this now, but it was for the good. You needed discipline to study, and since you are not mature enough yet to have that self-discipline, you needed someone to apply it. It was hard, but someday you’ll be glad you were able to catch up and pass your finals.

This must be why your mommy decided to keep you on Puericil for a while longer. She is the one who knows you best, and she realizes you are not yet ready to be an adult. Do not be in a hurry for that. There will be time for you to be a grown up and get the job you have always wanted, but you are not there yet. You don’t have the maturity for it, and you still need the structure and supervision you are getting. Much as you like to think of yourself as a little adult, you are still a boy. You are clearly immature, and you are forgetting how you got in trouble before being put on Puericil. The same could happen to you again if you are left unsupervised before you are ready. Let your mommy look after you and decide what’s best.

In the meantime, it’s good that you are getting some work experience in a job that is suitable for Puericil boys your age and that allows you to be closely supervised.

Your mommy is right again that working on these youth health trade fairs is a way to help families. By demonstrating and giving information, you help these families find the best way to care for their boys. There’s really no reason to be so down on that job. Again, you are having a bad attitude that makes things seem worse than they actually are. You are not alone, but part of a team with other boys and the hostesses that look after you. Being one of the oldest, the other boys look up to you, and you should take things well and set a good example for them so that it will be easier for them.

Also, you should look at the hostesses. Look at how professional they are. They do their job well, and you won’t see them complaining. Of course, they are not the ones naked, but then again you are boys, and there’s no reason for little boys to be modest. And yes, that goes for you too. You may be 19, but you are still a boy. That’s why it’s OK for you to be bare in front of all the fair visitors, and why you get your bare bottom warmed when you act up. Well, and sometimes you also get your bare bottom warmed up for demonstration purposes, but that’s a different matter.

You understand why you need to be naked all the time, don’t you? It’s necessary for all those ladies and girls to examine you and see for themselves the effects of Puericil. They can’t do that properly if you are clothed, and you can’t be dressing and baring yourself all the time, so it’s more practical to keep you boys naked.

You really should not be so self-conscious about that. Whenever those women and those girls are examining you and seeing every part of your naked body, you should remember that it’s far from the first time you have been naked in front of women and girls. And it’s not the first time they see a naked young boy, either. To begin with, they are seeing plenty of them at the fair!

It’s normal that you are not allowed to complain and you are expected to maintain a positive attitude. You are doing a job, after all. You are there to give information, but also as a publicity campaign. You are working in marketing, in a manner of speaking. You have to sell your product. There’s nothing humiliating in being polite to customers and in doing an honest job.

Sometimes, unfortunately, customers are not as polite, but you have to grin and bear it. Again, it’s part of the job. Just like allowing customers to examine you. You might feel some boyish shyness when those little girls, or girls your age, or adult women are looking at your little peenie, but it’s your job. Of course you are not allowed to cover yourself, and of course you get a stern look or a smack on your naked hiney if you try.

There is nothing bad about serving your customers. It’s not a matter of being a servant (not that there’s anything bad about being a servant), but of treating customers well and impressing them. Your finding it degrading is just an example of over-privileged attitude due to your immaturity. The fact that you feel so proud when you do well and the hostesses praise you is a taste of the satisfaction you get when you do your duty well. You should try to do better, and earn more of those praises and friendly slaps on the backside.

About the “changing technique” shows: you shouldn’t find this humiliating. It’s basic care for boys with enuresis due to Puericil. It has nothing to do with being a baby. It can happen to older boys too, hence the need to demonstrate with older boys like you. Sure, you are naked, but then you are also naked the rest of the time, aren’t you? In fact, the time you spend with your diaper on is the only time you are not naked in front of everybody at the fair! The Velcro restraints are probably for the younger boys’ benefit mostly, because a big boy like you wouldn’t try to get away, would you?

So don’t get embarrassed, it’s no big deal if you help the girls learn. And it certainly does not matter of you are very exposed in front of young girls. Even those little ten year old girls are in many ways more mature than you, that’s why they are the ones changing your diapers and checking your temperature in your hiney.

I guess you have found out for yourself that it’s not a good idea to smart off to the girls who are changing your diapers, even if you are technically correct. Eight graders or not, they sure put you in your place when you tried!

Do not try to impress the girls by not crying during your spanking. After all, it’s doubtful you are going to impress them much when you are naked and being spanked over a hostess’ knee. Nevertheless, you have to appreciate the hostesses for how well they do their job and protect you when one of the girls taking part in the spanking lesson gets overenthusiastic.

Petey, we appreciate that you are not liking this job, but you should realize that by having a negative attitude towards it you are making it worse than it is. There’s no reason for you to be embarrassed. A boy’s body is not sinful or unclean. On the contrary, it’s quite innocent. Plenty of girls your age and younger have seen your hiney and your peenie, haven’t they, and nothing bad has happened.

I myself have been to several of these Puericil fairs, and I have been impressed by the professionality of the hostesses. You are in good hands. And I assure you, you are far from the only older boy working as “volunteer boys” in those events. In fact, older boys are usually the cutest ones when they are blushing as you examine their peenies. Of course, I do not take part in the “lessons”, as I do not need them. They are mostly for the girls, who need to learn to take care of boys, since they'll have to babysit or be mommies themselves in the future. But I have witnesses these lessons, and the girls seem to enjoy them a lot, as it's a good opportunity for them to learn and get experience.

You have shown interest in being a fireman, which shows you like helping people. That is something you can work towards in the future, but for the moment you are helping people in a different way. Be positive and enjoy being taken care of. Soon enough you’ll have all the adult worries, but until then you are still a boy. Be thankful that your mommy is looking out for you.

Hugs,
INF

(The End)