Wes Haynes

[weshaynes]

Grace - Wes [Flashback]

(Archived from Discord) - @ofstrangers GRACIE [ FLASHBACK ] They were only twenty minutes into the movie, but Grace couldn’t have been more bored. She shifted in her seat, turning and playing with her hair. Then she twisted around again, sighed heavily as she turned her attention to Wes. His attention was mostly on the movie, but she wiggled a little closer to him all the same. Her head leaned against his shoulder. Grace had one armed wrapped around his to pull him in, but slowly her hand travelled lower, moving down his side to the waist of his jeans. She was glad they’d decided to stay in and watch a movie rather than go to the theater, but she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t have done the same thing in public. Feigning perfect attention on the screen, her fingers roamed down to stroke lightly up and down his cock.

Wes He had wondered if she was just trying to find the right position to sit, like the little lean she did when she sat against him, her head on his shoulder. But it was clear she had other intentions. He smiled as he looked at her sideways, her cheeky smile as she reached down but kept her eyes on the screen. He softly moved away her hair from her shoulder and kissed her neck, his own hand finding a resting place in her lower back, his fingertips ever so slightly reaching inside her pants, while the other undid the button on his jeans.

GRACIE She could feel the instant he caught on, when a smile lit over his face to match hers. She couldn’t keep up the facade when he kissed her neck. Instead she sat up on her knees and turned towards him, pressing her face into his shoulder. “Weeeeeees.” She whimpered, his hand on the small of her back making her feel so sensitive it almost burned. “I want you inside me.” He popped open the button and Grace obliged with the zipper, reaching inside to pull him out fully. She was half tempted to just get on her knees, but that wouldn’t fill the emptiness inside. “I need you.”

Wes The way she pressed herself into his shoulder, the whimpering. It excited him like nothing else could, he instantly felt himself aching for her touch. "God, you're beautiful." He pulled her in for a kiss and as they kissed he stood her up in front of the couch, his own pants falling on the floor. He undid her button for her as well, hooking his thumbs inside her pants and pulling them down together with her underwear. Instead of standing back up he knelt down. He placed small kisses on her inner thigh, moving slowly upwards, eventually placing a kiss upon her center. "You're really going to deny me my favorite treat aren't you?" He said smiling before sitting down on the couch.

GRACIE He lifted her up from the seat with an effortless ease, and Grace melted against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she wiggled her hips, until her pants fell to the ground with his. She started to reach for him, to stroke him long and slow, but he moved too quickly. Before she could react, he was down on his knees, kissing up her legs, higher and higher. She dropped her head back, a moan slipping out before she even tried to hold it back. And then he moved back to the couch, and Grace crawled up into his lap. “But...” She pouted, letting her finger trail over his chest and down. “I need it, now.”

Wes Her moan seemed to echo in his head, such a wonderful sound. "Well very well, I won't deny it to you." He said smiling before pulling her in for another kiss. His hand moving up her leg, over her sides, over her stomach to eventually rest upon her breast. He slipped it underneath her bra and softly caressed her, gently twirling her nipple between his thumb and finger. Using his other hand he lined himself up underneath her, already feeling the heat radiating from her. He broke the kiss, softly kissing her neck again before talking. "Go ahead, go take what's yours."

GRACIE With a little effort, she balanced herself on top of Wes, already grinding down to press against him. She could feel how wet she was getting, how desperate and eager she was just to have him slip inside. Grace leaned in and tangled her fingers in his hair, letting out another breathy moan. She liked the smile on his face; she could almost taste it. With his agreement, she lowered herself down, holding her breath as he breached her. Grace bit her lip, her hips rising up just a bit before she sank deeper onto him. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Wes A moan escaped his lips as she lowered herself on top of him, louder than he had intended. He could only respond with a soft "fuuuck" as she started to move. Her warmth and wetness surrounding him, embracing him. He removed her shirt from her and placed his hands on her back, slowly and gently dragging his nails down before taking a firm hold of her ass. He started to move with her, guiding the rythm and increasing the pace, he wanted more of her. He needed her.

GRACIE She took him as deep as she could, feeling the stretch inside her. She arched her back as his nails dragged down her skin, leaving little dark scratches turning slightly pink. Wes came up to meet her at each thrust, and she put a hand on his shoulder to balance herself. She could feel his hard muscles underneath his tee shirt, before she started tugging at the bottom hem to get him to remove it. She wanted to taste his skin, dig her nails in hard and pull him closer. He quickly picked up the rhythm and she followed, rising up to meet every thrust. Still pulling on his shirt, she put a hand back into his hair to pull him in for another kiss.

Wes He felt her rhythm, her movements, her pressure on him, it intoxicated him, almost overwhelming him. Her tugging at his shirt brought him back to reality, her impatience only made him want to keep the shirt on that much longer. Eventually he relented and pulled his shirt of with a swift move, his fingers aching as they had to let go of her. He didn't even pay attention to where he thew the shirt, all he knew is that he needed to get rid of it as soon as possible. One hand found its way back to get lower back, the other mimicked hers and pulled her in for a kiss his lips had been longing for.

The way she moved, her warmth and her kiss, all started to affect him. It wasn't long before he started to feel the tensing in his lower body approach.

[weshaynes]

Ask

Ask

Ask me, and I’ll show you the ropes.

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[weshaynes]

mirelavanevv​:

“Perhaps they are just not used to a sub with a bit of spark in them. Not everyone can handle someone like me”, she smirked and arched her back a bit, her gaze fell down to his bare chest, and then to the volume on his pants that weren’t there when they started this ‘conversation’. She licked her lips, sucking in the air sharply as her brown eyes turned back to his face. Mirela could see the lust in his eyes, he wanted her and she wouldn’t object against him.

She bubbled small giggles when he pulled her close, and if wasn’t for his firm hold, she’d wrapped her legs around him, and erase what was left of his self control. “Hm…”, she hummed with his suggestion, “What I wish is for you to lose your underwear”, she said and leaned up, “So we can work on the hard situation we got yourself in”, she whispered and placed one hand on his thigh before looking down at the series of knots he was making around her legs. Mirela was mesmerized by his work, her breath turning more shallow as her legs became more restrained at each knot. 

When he was over, Mirela also looked down, feeling like a mermaid without having full control of her legs. The touch of his finger was electrifying, and when he found her wet center, she melted and held on him as a strangled moan left her lips. “Wes…”, she moaned softly and closed her eyes when he moved his fingers on her center, turning her wetter. She was so ready to be completely taken and under the will of that man, not just teasing around.

She gasped as he picked her up, imagining what was going to happen. In her head, the punishments were done. It was cruel the way he teased her and stopped. The next thing she knew she was with her face down, his hand on her ass. “C’mon…”, she frowned and looked back at him over her shoulder with a pout, “Not being taken by you feels like a fair punishment already”, she said and gasped when he tapped her. “No, I don’t”, if he was open for negociation, she’d take the chance. “Meet me halfway. I’ll count from 15, I’ll say the words and after it I’ll be a good girl for you, Sir”

-

He laughed at her comment. “Don’t worry about, there hasn’t been a sub I’ve not been able to handle yet.“ He ignored her trailing eyes, lingering on his length, also letting slide her little comments, though they did amuse him. There would be plenty of time for that later. The way she wiggled under his touch, her little moan, he loved it.

He hadn’t expected her to object, and definitely not expected her to start negotiating. It was usually a yes or no. “Well, that wouldn’t work now, wouldn’t it, because that’d leave one cheek more slapped than the other and one sentence said once more than the other. But I’ll meet you at twenty. After that you can be a good girl and make your wish come true.“ He said, and lowered his hand for the first count before she could answer.

[weshaynes]

Reconnection ~~concluded~~

With @ofstrangers​ - Grace

Wes His heart was racing, his breath high and shallow. His mind kept racing to their text conversation, he had read her last message at least a dozen times before responding. He still couldn't quite believe what it had said, he had never dreamed that this day may come, yet here it was. 'i’ve made up my mind. i want to be with you.' It had been over a year since they were together, a year of aching and loneliness, a year of ignoring the feelings inside of him. He had basically run to his car the moment she invited him over, usually he made sure his hair was done correctly, that his outfit was perfect, but this time he had stepped into his car without checking his mirror and was racing towards her.

It would not have taking him that much longer to walk, but any second he could save was worth it, besides, he probably would have run, which would have left him even more a mess. As he parked his car he rested his head on his steering wheel, a bundle of emotions welling up inside of him. He was a mess, he liked to think himself as being calm and collected, but she had always removed all sense of control from him, and this time was no different. Only different in the sense that it was way worse. He took a deep breath and left his car, trying to ignore his trembling as the door behind him.

He made his way to her front door, his hand hovering in front of it before he knocked. The moment he knocked he realized he had no idea what he would say, he didn't even know what to say when she opened the door. When she finally did, he couldn't manage much more than a "H-Hey, I'm here."

GRACIE She set the phone down with shaking hands. It has been difficult to come to the decision, but she was surprised by just how relieved she’d felt once she’s made it. Like there was never really another choice, not really. Like this was always meant to happen. Everything else was just stuff that got in the way. His job, her family... it didn’t really matter. It felt right.

The short drive couldn’t have taken him very long, but it felt like ages. Grace paced the floor of her bedroom from one end to the other and back. She put her hair up, then took it down, then put it back up again. She couldn’t figure out what to do with her hands. Eventually she just gave up, stood next to the door and tried to wait until he knocked.

But when she saw him, she couldn’t help but just throw her arms around his neck. “I’m sorry. i’m so sorry I made you wait, but I just didn’t— There was no way I could’ve, I didn’t, I didn’t know how to—“ She started and stopped, then just gave up. She just wanted him to hold her.

Wes It had taken him about a blink of an eye after she had started talking to hug her. He stepped inside and held her close to him, gently shushing her ramblings. "It's okay, it's okay, I'm here now." He placed his lips on her and blindly fumbled at the door, eventually finding the handle and closing it behind him.

Her touch was electric, without realizing it his body had ached for her soft skin, her gentle touch, her lips on his. He had been a traveler in the desert without water, and her kiss was his oasis. He bent down a little and moved his hands down to her legs, lifting her up and holding her between his body and the wall.

The move had been a little more roughly than intended, he heard something fall down on the other side of the wall, but he hardly noticed and definitely didn't care. Breaking the kiss for a second, he spoke. "Fuck, I've missed you, Grace. I love you so much."

GRACIE She nearly tripped trying to move backwards (an elegant move; her parents had always said she was well named), but she anchored herself against him.  She felt herself melting, her knees going week, when they kissed. It felt like time had shifted; she’s stop living when he was gone, she’d just been going through the motions. Now things were in color again.

She kept her arms wrapped around his neck, and when his trailed down, she wiggled herself into a position where he could easily pick her up. She always liked that, how big and strong he was. It made her feel safe, like she was untouchable when she was with him. When she belonged to him.

A soft moan left Grace’s mouth as she was pushed back into the wall, but her legs slid into place around his waist. She moved her fingers up into his hair, down along his jaw to his neck, touching wherever she could touch just to savor the feel of touching him. “I missed you, too. I love you. I can’t believe you’re really here.”

Wes He felt her grab onto him, a feeling he had been missing for way too long. Her legs around his waist seemed to immediately find their former spot. He felt her fingers through his hair, the way no one else could. His heart seemed to cry out at her words. He burried his face in her neck and whispered. "I'm here, and I'm not leaving. I'm never letting go."

He shifted her weight and took her to the living room and sat down on the couch. He lifted up her shirt and placed his hands on her sides. He wasn't even trying to undress her, he just wanted more contact between them, he needed to feel every inch of her. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing her against him, holding her close. His lips trailing a path across her neck to her lips again. He couldnt stop touching and kissing her, his heart wouldn't allow him.

GRACIE He tasted warm and slightly sweaty, but she was practically drunk on his touch, so she didn’t mind. “Good. I don’t want you to go anywhere ever again. Or if you do go somewhere, you have to take me. If you could shrink me down into a very small person, I would live in your pocket.” That sounded ridiculous when she said it out loud, but it felt right. It felt perfect.

He sat down on the couch and Grace snuggled in closer. She kept her nose buried into his shoulder, making a soft whimpering noise every time his hands shifted on her body. It felt like he wasn’t close enough, like he wouldn’t be close enough until she somehow dissolved herself into his skin. “You won’t get tired of me? You wouldn’t think I should be more...” Beautiful? Perfect? Kinky? “More?”

Wes He gave a small snort at her shrinking down comment, not a mocking one, just one in genuine surprise and amusement. Only she had the ability to make such weird metaphors that at the same time sounded so lovely. As she snuggled into him he kissed her head, running his hand through her hair. Taking in her smell that brought back so many lovely memories. "I don't think the world can handle anything as cute as a tiny Grace, besides, that'd make you that much more harder to hug." He said lovingly as he squeezed her a little tighter.

"And I'll never get tired of you. How could I ever get tired of this? You give me everything my heart desires, you fill me with warmth and love. I don't want to be more, or less, or different. I want you. Only you. As you are right here."

GRACIE She bit a little nip into his shoulder, watched the little pink  that bloomed over his skin, even though she hadn’t put much effort into it. Like maybe he needed marks to match hers. For just a minute, she let herself fantasize about what it might be like to wear his collar. To really, completely, belong to him.

She could feel her cheeks heating up, turning a little pink despite her skin tone. Grace had always craved everyone’s approval, and with all the praise and reassurance, she was practically floating in it. “Promise? Even if I get moody and I turn into a brat?”

Wes He felt her little bite into him. He smiled, he was used to a little pain here and there. A bite or some nails didn't really bother him anymore, in fact it excited him to see her express herself. He could feel her get lost in thought for a bit, he wondered what she was thinking about, it felt like it was something that excited her.

He laughed at her question. "I promise. I'll just make tea and feed you chocolates if you get moody. And if you get bratty... Well, let's just say that I'll know of ways to deal with that." He hugged her and softly tapped her ass to emphasize what he kind of ways had to deal with her bratty side.

GRACIE Her arms wrapped around him so tight, she could almost feel the thump of his heart against her face. Beating as fast as hers, in perfect time. She didn’t want to move. She wanted to stop time and spend every second of the rest of her life here in his arms.

She sat up a bit, tracing her finger in slow circles over his tee shirt, and grinned at him. One eyebrow tilted up. “Are you sure? I have been told I am a handful. I don’t know if you can handle me.”

Wes He smiled at her finger trailing his chest, he could feel the soft movement through his shirt and it left him with goosebumps. "oh I'm sure, I can put you across my knees and that will be that. Besides, I don't mind a little bit of a challenge, that's one of the million reasons I'm here right now."

GRACIE “There are a million different reasons?” She leaned her head back down against his chest, perfectly content to stay there forever. “You can turn the tv on, if you want. We can order food. I just want you to hold me for a while.”

Wes He nodded. "A million billion." He closed his eyes, letting his head lay on top of hers. "We'll order food later, for now, let's just stay like this for a bit." He held her and let the warmth and comfort of her come over him. Currently he was the luckiest and happiest man alive and he wanted nothing else than this.

~~Concluded~~

[weshaynes]

mirelavanevv​:

Mirela took a risk when she slapped him. Did she really want to behave as a bad girl? As she ran, she knew it was too late to change tatics, and she’ll have to deal with however he’s going to react with her chaotic behavior. She kept giggling when she heard his footsteps behind her, and she gasped when he took her by the shoulder.

 Her pupils dilated when he grabbed her neck, and she let him guide her through the room. Her soft laughter turned into a moan once her back hit wall, her hands slid up the wall in surrender as he spread her and pushed himself against her, “Fuck”, Mirela whispered under her breath, loving and hate how slowly Wes moved, teasing her.

“Well, I should be ready for anything, even for the roughest dom or domme that might need my assistance, don’t you agree?”, she said with a smirk as she was dragged again by the neck. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. She wasn’t scared or shy, not even when he threw her down on the bed. She leaned on her elbows watched as he walked away from her, and took something from the dresser. At the sight of the rope, Mirela bit her lip, if she wasn’t already soaked before, she was now after his command, and in antecipation for being tied, “Yes, sir”, she breathed before doing as she was told, taking one piece of underwear at time, without breaking eyes contact with him until she was laying naked, her legs presented near the edge of the matress.

-

Wes loved how into the situation she was, how naughty she behaved, in both senses of the word. He nodded at her question. “Indeed, there might be a lot of different doms and dommes going about, some might not like you slapping them though.“ He inspected her naked body as she lay on the bed in front of him. Goddamn, she was sexy. He was rock hard and he had to restrain himself from fucking here there and then, but he was a professional, and she still needed to be punished.

He ignored the somewhat uncomfortable restrains of his underwear and took her legs, pulling her towards him roughly, holding them firmly.  “You can touch yourself while I’m tying you, if you wish.“ He said casually, before he started tying her legs together a long and elaborate series of knots, way more than was necessary, a full series of knots going from her ankles to her upper legs, fully tying them together.

As he was done he appreciated his work, running a finger across her leg, slowly going up across her inner thigh, caressing all the ropes in between his starting point and her wet center. He softly moved his fingers up and down her lips before inserting a single finger and moving in and out three times, making sure to take his time to do so. He then removed his finger and picked her up, he sat down on the bed and lay her down across his lap, face down.

He smiled down at her and softly caressed her ass. “Now, we’ve still got some punishments to do, so here’s what I’m going to do. You’re going to count down from 30, one for each slap I’m going to give you. Each time I slap your left cheek“ He softly tapped it to emphasize his words. “You’re going to repeat the words ‘I’ll not slap sir again’ and every time I hit you on the right cheek...” Another tap to emphasize “You’re going to repeat the words ‘I’ll not run from sir again’ does that sounds like a fair punishment? Something you agree with?“

[theodoraflanigan]

[weshaynes]

mirelavanevv​:

Mirela changed the way she moved, and started rolling her hips slowly against his, “Well…”, she started answering him when he slapped her ass, making que squeak. She leaned back and slapped his face back, not hard, just to taunt him more. “I’d do that by giving you a motive”, she said while taking his right hand. “I’d be a bad, bad girl”, she smirked, “And you’ll have no other option than to punish me and tie me down while you think of the best way to punish me”, she said innocently as she brought his fingers to her lips.

She started sucking on two of his fingers while looking down at him with mischief in her gaze. Mirela was sure he’d rather have her sucking somewhere else, but she took her little time, twirling her tongue in a teasing manner before she let go of him and leaned down to whisper on his ear, “Your turn”, she smirked and untangled from his grasp, chuckling as she jumped from his lap and started running from him. She wanted to test his reaction for teasing him, and then leaving that way. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t having fun with him.

-

He let out a soft moan as she started rocking her hips, allowing him to feel her better. Then he let a soft annoyed grunt, acting more annoyed than he really was, when she slapped him. He raised his eyebrow as she started sucking his fingers, it felt good and he knew she had skills, but he would still have to punish her for the slap.

He was somewhat surprised by her jumping up and running away. Giving her a small lead, which he made up in a few steps. He turned her around by her shoulder and grabbed her throat as he pushed her into the wall, not grabbing her too rough, but making sure she felt his fingers. He pinned her between him and the wall, spreading her legs with his knee, pushing his upper leg against her, slowly moving up and down.

“You’re really asking for it, aren’t you? Very well.“ He dragged lead her by the throat to the bed and threw her down on top of it. He walked over to the dresser and took out the long, thick rope. He folded it together to give it some weight and loomed over her. “Take off your underwear and present me with your legs, so I can tie them together. After that we’ll start the punishment.“

[6-shibari-9]

[sweetheartbooth]

To Wes, for making me feel like the luckiest girl in the world. With love from Grace

@weshaynes

[weshaynes]

🥰

[weshaynes]

mirelavanevv​:

Mirela hummed in content when she felt Wes going hard under her, “Thank you”, she breathed before kissing him again. Sliding her hand to his hair, she let her fingers thread through his hair, with her robe off, she pressed her chest gently against him. Before breaking the kiss, she tugged on his bottle lip with her teeth, her gaze intent on him, letting Wes know she was up for no good that night.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, she chuckled, playing coy and then trailed her lips down on his jaw while she let him tease with the massage. She moaned softly against his ear, feeling her nipple to start hardening under his touch. “Lesson two hm?”, she looked back at him with a small smirk, and noticing what he was doing, she stopped him. “My skills, hm?”, she mused while she took his hands away from his pants and pulled the zipper down as she stood up so she could tug his pants down on his knees. She sat upon his lap again and placed his hands upon her ass, and this time she grinded hard against his lenght. “I want to make you so hard”, she said while she kissed his neck, “So mad that you’ll throw me on the bed, and you will make me do anything you want with me” she taunted.

-

He loved the little things she did, the way she stroked his hair, bit his lower lip. He expected her to be more shy for her first client, but she knew what she was doing, and she was doing it good. He kicked away his pants, when she sat back down, feeling her through the thin fabric between them.

He placed his hands inside her underwear, feeling the skin off her ass directly. He pressed her against him, moving with her. He smiled at her challenge. “And how would you do that? What makes you think I would not already have thrown you on the bed if I wanted to? That I would not push you down, that I would not take you? That I would not tie you down, and turn you into my own little fuck doll?“ He lifted his right hand and slapped her ass. It wasn’t hard. Not yet.

[weshaynes]

mari-alice​:

Mari felt the pressure building up just behind her navel, warmth curling her toes and echoing in the noises spilling out from her lips. She would never flatter someone by faking an orgasm so when she tensed around his fingers and moaned, eyes drifting shut in release, her body trembled around his frame. She peered up at him after a few moments to reorganize her thoughts, she smiled and tried to sit up, “Your turn.” -

Wes had felt her coming close and when she finally came he continued his barrage. Extending her orgasm and intensifying it. When she finally calmed down he stood up and walked over to his bag, taking out a fairly large and thick pack of deep blue rope and a crop. When she smiled at him he gave her a brief smile before changing his posture to a more serious tone.

“Alright, fun time is over.“ He said, his voice dropping and all warmth removed from it. He walked over to her, lifted up her skirt again and tapped her on the thigh with his crop before pointing down next to him on the floor. “Get down on your knees, facing away from me, hands on your back.“ He tapped her twice more before giving her a click of the tongue. “Hurry up, I don’t have all day.“

[weshaynes]

ofmelody​:

Mel laughed. “Nope! All buildings are typically stationery, as far as I can tell. Although I do feel like Secret Garden has two spots it resides at, rather than just one. It got its name because of that.”

“We’re definitely a friendly bunch! Although I won’t be surprised if you’re used to that.” Mel then started counting on her fingers. “Let’s see, we have the typical newspaper, fire station, police station, but we do have a club, and our skating rink is pretty top tier if I do say so myself.”

-

He laughed. “Then it really is my lack of navigational skills. Would add to the mysticism of the town to, if all the buildings would move at night. Also, I’m not sure I’ve been to the secret graden yet, is that worth it?“

He smiled as she started naming the things in the town. He loved her enthousiasm. “A skating rink? Oh wow, I’ve not been skating in like 10 years or so, maybe even 15. I wonder if I still could skate or if I would break my nose the moment I tried to stand.“ He laughed at the thought, he would probably be a mess.

[weshaynes]

mari-alice​:

Mari practically keens, maybe a little too into the idea of him essentially taking her over his knee and making her ass bloom red. She wasn’t too certain about how she was going to feel about it in the morning, but right now, she was taking every rough touch, every deep motion and loving it. Her fingers tightened in his hair for a moment in protest as he withdrew, and she peeked up at him. 

A shiver of pleasure shook her frame, and Mari groaned. She frankly loved being tied up and restrained in whatever shape or form her partner preferred. To get properly tied up, she usually had to arrange a scene specifically for it. Wes tying up her hands? The thought alone sent a shock of warmth and anticipation through her body to pool between her legs. As he continued, she bit her lip and purposely bucked her hips against his hand.

-

He loved her noises, her grinding against his fingers, he felt her getting close and he wouldn’t stop until she came. Hell, he might not even stop when she came. His left hand was digging into her thigh, holding on tight to keep him steady and give her more sensations to excite her.

The thought of tying her up, of dominating her, of having her in his full control excited him. He knew he was hard and excited, his every fiber of his body made sure he knew that, but he also knew that his time would come. She would take care of him, she would have to. He would make sure of that.

[weshaynes]

Favorite submissive(s) in town?

There is only one whose name I'll use as a pun in the answer to some of these questions.

[weshaynes]

are you planning on staying in edgewater long?

I was always planning to stay here for a bit, a year or two, but recent developments might have made me a permanent citizen, depending on certain... graces.

[weshaynes]

what do you do on rainy days?

I usually watch a movie or series, or just read a book. Get me a good Sci-fi series and you’ll have me hooked for a few weeks.