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"So, how are your studies going? I heard you got some halfway decent grades on your last math test."

Travis let out a bit of a grunt. "It's...fine. I mean...I guess there's, uh...a lot to go, still. But my dad at least said I was on the right track...I guess any upward is a good upward. It's hard, though."

"Well, I certainly wouldn't say it was easy, even if I've got more of a knack for it. There's subjects I struggle in, too."

"Mmph. Your struggle is probably better than I'll ever be. I just...don't like most of this stuff."

Quinn chuckled quietly. "Well, hey, just because I like to learn doesn't mean I like to learn everything. There's subjects I find pretty dreary...English especially. I mean, would it kill them to make some classic books that are actually fun to read?"

"There are fun books to read?"

"You seriously haven't ever had fun reading?"

"I like to move around. Reading doesn't do that. I mean, I guess I do like to read some stuff, but...y'know...shorter things, not like, books."

"I think you just need to find that thing that interests you. Something just grabs you really hard, and doesn't let go, you can get into reading about that for like an eternity. Then you'll know exactly what I mean. And everyone has something like that, even the dullest jock has their passion. Let's see, I know you're a sports guy, maybe something along those lines...physical fitness, athletic training..."

Another grunt from Travis. "Can we...talk about this some other time? I just...have a hard time focusing on something like that from someone dressed like that."

Quinn stuck out his tongue at the dragon, though privately he knew he was trying to provoke that kind of reaction. Wearing a super-tight shirt that left most of his stomach exposed, very tight shorts that hugged his scales almost passionately, and fishnet sleeves on on his arms, he was deliberately playing up the flamboyance a bit, testing Travis's reaction. The grudging endurance was a very good sign - he didn't expect Travis to dig it, just be willing to put up with it. "This coming from someone who thinks gym shorts are a full outfit. Besides, not all of us have ridiculous amounts of muscle to entice men with at a club."

"I thought we weren't going to be doing any enticing."

"YOU aren't. Doesn't mean I can't. And I don't plan on acting on it, just teasing. At least, for today. We're here so you can get an idea of sensual movement, so it looks like you at least have a fraction of a clue how to be seductive."

It wasn't strictly a necessary lesson, but they had the luxury. Travis had gotten word that his interview was going to be next weekend, giving them some extra time to get him familiar with his likely duties. Quinn had to admit he was rather impressed by how far Travis had come - the dragon almost seemed like he was getting used to the idea of gay sex, at the very least he wasn't showing a whole ton of reservation anymore. He even put in decent effort during their last couple sessions, trying to put the lessons Quinn had imparted on him to good use. The anole had expected to still have to drag him through this kind of thing to the very end, but Travis had stepped it up. Which still fueled suspicions about the dragon's real sexuality, but he kept that to himself.

If there was one area he needed to shape up in, though, it was grace. If the most graceful club dances he had ever seen were like wisps of wind through a tiny crack under a door, Travis was very much a brick through glass. Get in, get off, get out, he was as blunt a force as you could imagine. And while there was a good chance that his prospective boss might not care about it, he knew some guys liked to make other guys dance, move, act all seductive...and hell, he imagined plenty of girls would appreciate it as well, not just a lesson that could be applied to this situation. So with the luxury of time, he decided the best way for Travis to get an idea of that was to see it. And Quinn didn't exactly consider himself a graceful person, so naturally, the best choice was a gay club.

Travis had balked at first, and Quinn didn't quite blame him. This wasn't going to be the same as a private session between the two of them - this was going to be a bunch of guys with in-his-face displays of sexuality all around them. It was a club that wasn't all about dance - there was plenty of stripping, and even sex right out on stage. A very physical place, and Quinn's favorite for that reason. Davis's too, but thankfully he was pretty sure the cat was too busy to make an appearance there today.

"I'm not so sure I want to learn how to...move in a way like that." Travis, of course, didn't have anything special for going out to a gay club, so he was wearing his usual gym shorts, though he'd also thrown on a T-shirt - it at least covered him a bit, which was mild comfort, at least there would be something between him and the touching he expected, in some parts. Though he hoped that maybe Quinn would draw more of the attention.

"Which is part of the reason I'm making sure you do learn. Because if this guy wants to power trip over you, he's going to try to exploit your weaknesses. If you're reluctant and don't know what you're doing, he's gonna zero in on that and make you do it. So you might as well have some idea what you're doing so you can guard against that."

"...If you say so. I'm not exactly a dancer guy, though. I mean, I don't...disrespect guys who can move like that, fuck, I've got mad respect for gymnasts and stuff. It's just, you know...not my body's thing."

"And it's not mine either. I make some effort but I'm not exactly talented. The expectations aren't gonna be that high, so don't worry that you have to perfect something, you just have to know the basic idea and be able to try to pull it off."

It didn't quite seem like a necessary thing to Travis, and he was half-worried that the anole was doing it just to push him. Which he'd started to regard as fair - by this point everything seemed like penance for his actions and attitudes before all this had started, and if Quinn was going to get a few laughs at his expense, he kind of deserved it. Besides, he'd spent all this time helping Travis figure out how to handle gay sex, time he almost certainly would have rather spent doing other things...so it was kind of payment, too.

Which almost felt like a shame, because...as much as he wasn't ready to admit it yet, he was actually starting to like being around Quinn. That had surprised him greatly when he realized it, for someone who had been a popular target of his worst behavior and a thorn in his side when he stopped being so easy to needle. But he wasn't that bad a guy, actually...he'd had Travis at his most vulnerable and hadn't taken advantage of it, so that was certainly something. Weird as it was feeling that way, it was certainly making their sessions easier...though, he had a bad feeling that that was propping him up for a real slug to the gut when he had to face down his prospective boss. Because he was all but certain that that boss was going to treat him...well, like Travis had treated a lot of guys in his life. Maybe that was why he was willing to go along with this kind of thing, going to a club like this, because it was with Quinn and he wanted to try to have the best of it before he had to have the worst of it.

And that he was giving any sort of thought to having any of it at all...well, it was safe to say Travis didn't really have any idea what was going on in his head. And he wasn't ready to try to figure that out yet. One thing at a time, he had more than enough to deal with in his head.

Arriving at the club, he still felt his nerves spike a bit. Mainly because he could see a bunch of very flamboyant individuals hanging around...he swallowed those feelings down, he'd been trying to train himself not to react that way to those kinds of images, it was helping but he wasn't all the way there yet. Still, this was just another way of helping him towards that. Man, if the old crowd saw me anywhere close to here they'd flay me alive...unless it was to bomb it or something...

---

_"Someone oughta take a few pounds of ANFO and send 'em all to hell where they belong."

"What do you mean?"

"Is this kid serious? Tell me you ain't a fag, dragon."

"I don't even know what that is!"

"Ease up on 'im, he's just a tyke. You know the whole thing about love and such, right? And making babies and all that?"_

"Yeah, of course."

"Well, fags're people who go against all that like the dirty fuckers they are. They're dudes who do the nasty with dudes and chicks who do the nasty with chicks, and LIKE it. It's disgusting how they push it in our faces and all."

"And the worst part is they've made so many people see it as something fucking NORMAL. Ain't many of us left who get how depraved they are. Real vile shit."

"Uh? Weren't you...showing me that picture of two, uh, girls making out a couple weeks ago?"

"It's not gay if they're doing it to titillate a guy, kid! They were just doing it to turn me on, that's totally hetero stuff. It's only gay if they do it because they want each other. They shouldn't want each other, that's just fucking sick."

"It'd be better for everyone if all the fags were dead, but they'd just make US out to be the bad guys. Too many people eat up their lies. But we can give 'em all the shit they can take at least, make sure they never feel like they belong. You gonna help us out, kid? You ain't no fag, right?"

"No way! I'm not a...a fag! I'll make sure they all know just how bad they are! You can count on me!"

"Hah, you'll fit in real well with us. How about we get some practice in?"

---

Travis shivered a bit; that memory had come on hard, he really hadn't been ready for it. It felt like an eternity ago, yet it rang so fresh in his mind. Such irony that it was part of the reason he was in the situation he was in now...

"You okay?"

"Y-yeah...not anything to do with this, don't worry." Not true, but this was definitely not the time he wanted to delve into that part of his past with Quinn. It was just...too much, too soon. He put it out of his head - for now, he had other things to focus on. "Let's just get in and get to the, uh...show, I guess."

Quinn nodded and took the lead once again, bringing Travis to the door. Without hesitation the anole flashed his school ID, getting a nod from the doorman. Travis moved to follow, but was blocked off. "Whoa, there. ID."

"Uh?"

"Your school ID," Quinn said before the doorman could speak up. "That's why I told you to bring it."

"O-oh, right." The dragon fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a somewhat disheveled ID card. It did the trick, though, as the doorman nodded and let him pass. Travis cast a look back at him as he stepped up next to Quinn. "What was that about?"

"You've never been to a place that checked ID before?"

"Uh...can't say I have...but you'd think I'd look old enough, and I'm with you."

Quinn snickered. "And that's why they've got to check at this place. Some people are younger than they look, and they're taking a bigger risk. Most places have an 18-and-up policy, this is one of the uncommon ones that allows high schoolers. Technically anyone of consenting age is supposed to be able to go in these places, but the ones that are 18 and up tend to like to have the leeway or don't like the attitude of older teens. You might be able to get away with going in without ID if you look and act like an adult there. But here, they don't want to let in someone who might be too young to be legal, so everyone gets ID'd, and if you don't have it you don't come in."

"Oh...I guess that makes sense. That'd probably get them in big trouble. So, we can do anything we want in here, then, without, uh, causing trouble?"

"Everything except order alcohol. No booze for us, that remains an 18-and-up thing. Not that it matters, since I never liked drinking anyway. Nah, we're gonna head for the stage."

Travis nodded and followed Quinn. It didn't take long for them to reach the stage...Quinn clearly had a fair bit of knowledge of the club, and knew exactly where he wanted Travis to be set up. Which turned out to be pretty close to up front and center of the stage...the dragon felt a touch uncomfortable just being so close, especially with throngs of men nearby all chomping at the bit for a better view...getting bumped against was unavoidable, but he just tried to avoid too much of that and focus on the action on the stage.

And there was quite a lot of action to be seen. The panther on stage was entirely nude, his sheath fully visible and the tip of his cock poking out. He had a body that might have been more toned than Travis's, although with not quite as much bulk. And the way he swung himself around the pole, twisting and bowing, was almost mesmerizing. He moved with a fluid grace that had the dragon in awe, twirling himself around with only a single hand and knee wrapped on the bar and the rest of him hanging off, then launching himself up and clinging to the bar upside down as he slowly slid down, licking his lips as he cast a sultry gaze over the crowd.

There is no way in hell I can move like that, Travis thought to himself. I sure hope THAT isn't a demand...but I guess he said I'm just supposed to get an idea. It's kind of...I guess...huh. I don't really know WHAT. I guess it's like...everything's practiced, or something? Like he knows exactly what he's gonna do at any moment, so he just...does it with so much...determination? Is that the word? Gah...this stuff is over my head. Where's Quinn?

Quinn had slipped off a ways, traveling through the crowd while showing off as much scale as he could without disrobing further. He wasn't too worried about Travis, no one was going to mess with a dragon even if he did seem out of place...especially if he knocked someone's block off for hitting on him. Not that he wanted that, but it just meant that he wasn't too concerned about him. No, he was more interested in playing his own game. Most of the time he came to the club it was to get his rocks off, but on those cases where he didn't feel like that or had a reason not to, it was still fun to be a big tease. A bit risky, since some people took it as an invitation for more, but he'd yet to have anyone push him into something he didn't want.

Being sultry came more naturally to someone like Davis, who was twink supreme and knew it, but Quinn had learned some tricks. Sashaying a little bit, moving his hips and swaying to draw eyes...he wasn't a dancer by any means but a little movement wasn't difficult. And swinging his tail over to rub against thighs and groins was deliciously devious...even rubbing his hips and rear against a couple, but he tended to like the distance his tail got him. It did get him a pull here and there, but then he could jerk it away and they would get the hint.

Over at the far side of the stage he saw a bull, a regular at the club, who went by the name of Gruffy - Quinn was pretty sure that wasn't his real name but he'd never asked, some people liked the distance and privacy a fake name gave them. He was very much enjoying the sight of the panther, who's goods were an full display now much to the joy of the hooting crowd. But once Quinn started rubbing against him, his attention was definitely drawn down. "Look who's back...slippery little lizard. Looking for another order of beefcake?"

"Just here to play easy today," Quinn replied in his teasingest tone. He'd had a few romps with Gruffy, more than once with Davis joining in, and he was one of the big guys who could really make the anole weak in the knees. So naturally, he was fun to entice. "Here partly on business, and I think it would be rude to make him wait for me."

"What, you brought a boy toy and you're not even playing with him?"

"No boy toy, not by a long shot. Just a guy who needs to learn the finer points of, ah, rhythm." Quinn had scaled the beefy bull's back and was now hanging onto him, speaking right into his ear. Not just any guy could handle that, but Gruffy could probably have bench-pressed Travis, Quinn knew his weight wouldn't be at all an issue.

"And so you decided to leave him all on his own to get me all hot and bothered? And without even the chance for a payoff?"

"Let's call it building up credit for the next time I'm here looking for a spin." His tongue flicked out onto the bull's ear, getting a nice twitch out of it. "I'm sure you're looking forward to that."

Before Gruffy could respond, the show on stage ended. The crowd cheered at the panther, who gave one last wink before strutting off stage, swinging his tail and rear in a final farewell. Plenty of money was getting tossed into the tip containers at the edges of the stage, and with the additional credit card tips that were coming, the panther was going to enjoy a pretty nice payday. Over the speakers, an emcee spoke up. "Give it up one more time for our feline of fantasy, Ricardo!"

Another cheer went up in the crowd. Quinn tried to see if he could see Travis, but it was a bit too dense at the place he'd left him to be sure.

"And now, the show I know you all love to see! Let's get some new blood on stage! Who's coming up to show their stuff? Don't be shy, now!"

Quinn perked up at that. "New Blood" meant a volunteer dancer, someone from the crowd that was drunk enough or lit up enough to be willing to put on their own show. The crowd loved it, even though most of the time the volunteer was pretty terrible at it; they just liked to see someone baring it all and getting into it. Even sometimes getting two or three up there to just rut in front of the crowd, that could very well happen as well. Quinn had watched these a few times, but he preferred the professionals. Since it wasn't going to be one, he dropped off of Gruffy's back, intending to go back to Travis and see what he'd picked up. That was, until he felt a big hand grab his shoulder.

"Heh...you know what, I think I'm gonna cash in a bit of that teasing credit now. Hope you don't mind if I use it on something other than a good dive into that hole." Before Quinn could ask what he meant, he was suddenly pushed towards the stage. "Hey, this guy's been a tease for weeks, let's have him put on a show for everyone!"

"Hey!" Quinn squeaked. This was NOT where he wanted things to go! But suddenly the crowd was making sure it wasn't easy to get away...there were probably more than a few people here that he'd teased before, maybe a couple who had tried to urge him to dance before. Maybe that was their idea of a good time, but it wasn't his! But the urging and pushing was too much...and then the emcee was on again.

"Oh, a lucky little lizard! All dressed for the occasion! Show us what you got, hot stuff!"

And that make his heart skip a few beats. Now he was on notice...and the one thing you NEVER did was chicken out once you were up there. If he did that he might as well never show his face there again, they would remember that for sure...looking down at all the faces looking at him, he'd never felt so terrified. He knew he had to do something, that skill wasn't really a requirement, but...it still felt like so much pressure!

Swallowing hard - his throat was damn dry all of a sudden - he tried to start forcing himself to move in a sultry way. Swaying his hips, flicking his tail, the types of things he used to entice males all the time, things he had done in less obvious moments a hundred times before. Except this time it felt like his body was fighting him, they weren't coming as easily as they did, his motions hesitant and jerky rather than smooth and confident. The tenor of the crowd was half encouraging and half chiding, like they knew he could do better, and he knew he could too...but one guy was one thing, several dozen was something completely different. Dammit, come on, if I could...if I just got in the groove...

But he wasn't, and that was making him fumble through a bit. He wasn't sure if they were noticing, but he was, his slight stumbles and mismotions that were magnified a hundredfold and were stacking up over time. He could feel himself trembling, was certain he was embarrassing himself...what was he even doing still up there? He'd danced a bit, maybe he could bail now with his tail between his legs, even if the crowd clearly wasn't done with him...he couldn't keep doing this, he was going to make a fool of himself...

Then he heard someone grab the pole behind him. He yelped a bit and twisted around - and then the shock REALLY hit. Travis?!

The dragon was staring at him, eyes with a loser-like focus on Quinn only, almost a predatory look that made the anole's heart skip a beat. The emcee was saying something but it was lost to Quinn, as he tried to process what was going on. He was able to take in that Travis had shed his shirt somewhere, he didn't know where, but that muscular chest was almost gleaming in the club lights...and then he heard a loud step in his direction, as the dragon's foot came down near him, and his body responded on instinct, swinging around and away a bit with the pole with the ease he was used to. The first automatic move on stage for him so far...and not the last.

Quinn's presence of mind rapidly narrowed to the point where he barely registered anything but Travis, the crowd fading to a distant background. He still wasn't totally sure what was going on, this was the last place he would have expected Travis to step in on his own...but he was endlessly grateful for him, for something to focus on that wasn't himself. His movements came well to him again, in response to the dragon's own, a chase around the pole that came so easily that he was almost baffled. Travis wasn't exactly fluid, wasn't exactly moving with precision or grace, but rather with a forceful aggression and confidence, and it was WORKING - a contrast to Quinn's lighter step that made it feel like a chase, a pursuit, something the crowd that they were mostly ignoring was eating up.

But a chase hardly felt right without a catch...when Travis's hand took hold of him and lifted him high, Quinn almost felt an instinctive knowledge of where it was going, and heaven help him he wasn't about to stop it now, not when things felt like they were actually going well. His hands clung to the pole, legs dangling down as he was 'caught,' heart pounding as he wondered if this was really happening...and then he felt it, the dragon's hand grab the band of his shorts and yank, tearing them away and leaving his erection exposed to the crowd, getting a raucous response.

And then there was another...he felt why a moment later as Travis's dick nudged against his tailhole. His mind broke from the haze briefly - Holy shit, is he really going to do this? In front of everyone?! - before being brought back under in a different one as the thick shaft drove in, eliciting a mindless cry of heavenly delight from Quinn as he tossed his head back. The thickness surged in and out, hardly giving him a moment to breathe and collect himself, not that he wanted either of those, he wanted merely the thrill and the ecstasy now, to hell with the audience.

His body clenched on the intruder as he got fully into it. His hands clung to the pole, giving him leverage to shove himself back into Travis, the dragon easily holding him up and giving the audience a great show. With Quinn spreading his legs high and wide, there was little to obstruct the view of the dragon's dick spreading his hole, everyone could see that fat staff warping his pucker into a wide stretch as it sucked in ridge after ridge, precum dripping down the shaft and splattering on the floor as it was forced out of him. And Quinn was adding his own, jets splatting onto the stage as his prostate was mauled by the intruder, making him jerk and clench even harder.

He could feel Travis getting closer to him, head landing on his shoulder as he clung almost possessively to the anole, his cock slurping more loudly as he thrust in harder and faster. It felt good, really good...aggressive guys could get him going, but this time it felt almost like he was being taken by force. A far cry from the way Travis had been with him in private, where he was always taking the lead...true, Travis had showed him what he was capable of, but this was altogether different, not just the raw force but the emotional vigor, a boldness and confidence and ease which he'd never seen out of the dragon, not in this realm anyway. And for the first time, he had a dead certainty that Travis was READY.

And Travis seemed to be ready for something else, too, as Quinn felt him starting to slam his knot against the anole's rear. Of all the things he expected to get in the club, getting knotted on stage in front of what had to be close to a hundred watchers had never entered his mind, and yet at the moment Quinn couldn't have wanted anything more than that. He tried to relax himself, fighting the urge to clench around that wonderful cock to provide the thick knot the permission it needed to enter him and get them both to that pinnacle. His own dicks had that familiar tension in them, he was at least as close as Travis was and he wasn't sure he could even hold out until the knotting...

Travis made sure that didn't happen, growling out into a strained roar as he finally forced Quinn's pucker to swallow his fat bulge, locking him inside finally. That was all either of them had needed - Quinn's much higher, almost feminine cry rang out over the hollering of the crowd as he erupted, spraying the stage with a double helping of lizard batter, while he felt Travis's thick load pump into him hard and fast, soaking his insides thoroughly and making him squirm and clench as he felt that euphoric filling sensation course through him. He couldn't help but rub against Travis, scales meeting scales and tail curling around the dragon's back as he was filled up and emptied out, loving the feeling of those strong arms around him. It was almost enough to make him forget his history with Travis...at the very least, it put it well on the back-burner.

He could swear he could feel Travis's heart thumping against his back as the high faded away, a force and speed that matched Quinn's own pretty well. Such a visceral sensation to go with all the others, completing the experience in the best way possible. And the crowd seemed to have the same feeling with how riled up they'd gotten...he couldn't really make out anything specific in their nattering, and didn't care to. They'd gotten their kicks, what mattered to him was that he'd made it out of this unexpected situation way better than he'd thought. And he was torn on whether he needed to thank Gruffy or give him hell for it...

Travis pulled away from the pole, holding Quinn close as his knot remained firmly inside the anole. For the first time he seemed somewhat uncertain, but Quinn was finally back in his element. "Shower room in the back...just grab whatever you're not wearing and bring it with."

---

After everything that had happened, Travis really felt he should have been less surprised that the club had showers. It seemed pretty silly in retrospect - how else would they get cleaned up enough to be presentable after something like what had just happened? It was just one of those things that he never thought about, surely the straight clubs had the same thing. Surprised or not, though, he was definitely glad for it - even if he hadn't wanted to keep this all on the down low, it seemed pretty skeevy to go out walking as messy as he was.

Though he hadn't been messier than Quinn, who had taken a bit more time to flush himself out and get himself freshened up. Travis had already dressed by the time the anole was out, with a rather blissed-out look that the dragon was pretty sure was only partly due to the on-stage performance. "Guh, I could spend all day under a hot shower. Almost as good as spending it under a hot guy."

Travis felt the redness creep up in his face. "Ah..."

"Sorry, guess that was a bit in-your-face. But...wow. You impressed me like never before...I can't believe you got up and did that. And I super appreciate it, I was about to go down in flames."

"Y-yeah...I can't really believe I did it, either. I just...I saw how uncomfortable you were, and I...well, I didn't want you going through that alone. Didn't really know what I was gonna do, I just...kinda let my body take things from there, like I usually do. I'm not...gonna be expected to do that again, am I?"

"Only if you come back and someone remembers you, but I wouldn't be too worried. It's called New Blood for a reason, it's really supposed to be a very in-the-moment kind of thing. Still...I wouldn't have called you to get in the moment like that. Or to be so...at ease with it. The way you handled yourself..."

Now Travis was distinctly blushing. "Ah...well, I...I always enjoyed showing off a bit. Used to get nervous when I played sports, but I always got into it when I impressed people, and that made me get into making a spectacle. When I'm getting people's attention and they're enjoying me, my mind just kinda...goes into autopilot, I guess. Even though this isn't my scene, the fact that everyone was getting into it, that they liked looking at me...well, it felt like it wasn't really much different from a football crowd...it was...better than I thought it would be, honestly."

Quinn let out a quiet giggle as he get towards his pile of clothes on the bench; it was amusing that Travis could be so fumbly in private after such a display of public confidence. "I'm glad you found a comfort zone anywhere. Honestly, though...after this, I think you're ready for just about anything. If you can get your grips in a place like this where I know you're a fish out of water, you'll make it through anything else anyone can throw at you."

"I'm not entirely sure how to take that, but, uh, thanks. Sorry about your shorts, though...I guess I got caught up in it all."

"Heh, it's no problem. I came prepared. You're not the only one that likes a flashy disrobing." Quinn lifted up the shorts and showed the break points where they snapped back together. "Breakaway. Even if I wasn't planning anything, you never know when a guy is gonna get a bit TOO handsy."

"Oh...that's good." The implications of the garment certainly didn't go past Travis, but he kept that to himself. "I guess we should head out, then..."

"What, without your cut?"

"Cut?"

"Yeah, you get paid for going up on stage. Not a huge amount, but they like to reward people for putting themselves out there. Plus people can tip you, too...even if you're pretty well off, it can feel like an extra little reward. We just have to go to the dance floor service counter, come on!"

Absently, Travis nodded and followed the eager anole out of the shower room. Money was about the farthest thing from his mind, though. Show-off or not...I've never been that comfortable during sex. With ANYONE. Sure as fuck never with a girl...so why was it so easy to do that? With everyone watching, with a dude taking it from me...

Suddenly he was finding he had a lot more to think about than just the job.