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Another story sponsored by Heru , with an amusing premise that I hope will give you something to chew on as well! I shall look forward to your feedback!

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The people in the waiting room made Doug feel both embarrassed and strangely worn out. Predominantly feline, some of the nervous, many of them bored, some seemingly resigned to their fates.

"How much longer?" Doug grunted.

The tiger sitting next to him chuckled.

"Your appointment is at one pm, it's still a couple minutes away," the cat replied to the lion. "Relax!"

Doug glanced to the clock on the wall of the waiting room, above a plastic potted plant, and then yawned and scratched his chest.

"Maybe I shouldn't have come," the lion rumbled.

"Of course you should!" the tiger chuckled. "Your doctor said that Doctor Berger is the man to see with...problems...like these."

The lion's ears drooped.

"Don't call it that," he groaned.

The tiger's smile did not waver.

"Now, now," he patted the lion's arm. "The first step to tackling it is that you accept the issue and then work with."

The lion grumbled.

"Where'd you read that? Cosmo?" he asked rather pointedly.

The cat snickered.

"Good one!" he fist-bumped the lion's shoulder.

"Hurrurumpphphph," Doug harrumphed.

"Well I'm glad you took me in for moral support," said the tiger, "I know how jumpy you can get."

The lion made a face.

"I'm not jumpy!" Doug groaned.

The tiger gave him a curious look.

"No? So is it just...it making you act like this?"

The lion ran his paws through his mane and grunted again.

"No..." he breathed. The big lion seemed to begin to deflate after he said that.

"Awwww..." the tiger's paw landed on his shoulder again. "Now, now, don't be like that. It's perfectly normal and happens to the best of us, and they can do big things about it now! That's why we are here!"

"I know but..." Doug shook his head. "This just...it's just...uh...I don't know..."

He was in the process of burying his muzzle in his paws when a voice announced..

"Mister Stafford? Doctor Berger will see you now!"

The lion's face emerged from his attempted hiding and caught the sight of an attractive cougar nurse whom had stepped out of a room nearby.

"Time to go, Doug!" the tiger smirked.

"Bhuuuuh."

"You still want me to come with you?" the striped cat asked.

"Yeah, sure," the lion shrugged. "You've been helping so far."

The tiger gave him a big grin.

"Okay, let's go then!" he bounced up to his footpaws, tail swapping about behind him.

Doug followed him with less enthusiasm, but none the less was soon led into a room where a smiling lion shook his paw. He was a tall, large man, with a very rich, masculine leonine mane to match his size and his general manner.

"Doctor Ferdinand Berger," the lion greeted, "you are Douglas Stafford."

"That's right," Doug said.

The Doctor rumbled pleasantly and then offered his paw for the tiger.

"Doctor Berger," he repeated his name during the pawshake,"are you mister Stafford's partner?"

Doug coughed.

"No!" he blurted.

The tiger simply snickered.

"Adam Justine," he murmured, "and no, sadly my friend Doug here does not bat for my team, but he is a very good friend and I've been supporting him with his problem."

Doug glanced at the tiger with annoyance again at such a label, but decided not to pursue it anywhere further.

"Will he be present for the consultation?" Doctor Berger asked.

"Yeah," Doug huffed. "Sure."

"Do sit down then," the lion gestured at chairs in front of his desk. Nurse Williams, I'll call you if I need you."

"Yes, Doctor," the cougaress said daintily before she slipped away from the room and left everyone to take their places around the desk.

"Indeed..." mused the cat in suit, "I have a referral here from Doctor Auschlander at the Westphall Medical Center..."

He gestured at his slim gray computer screen, but did not pay further attention to it. Instead of that, he looked directly at Doug, whom sat ill at ease on his high-backed chair.

"...and I understand you have a problem I might be able to help you with."

Doug's tail swung up to his lap and attracted the lion's paws. It was his common nervous habit, to toy with the tuft on the tip with his fingers while he tried to stop himself from fidgeting.

"Maybe," Doug said.

"I have reviewed the test results from the Westphall Center and the files of your own primary care physician," Doctor Berger continued, "I would like to make some questions of my own and perform a brief physical examination as well, so that I may ascertain the situation for myself as well, and then I am sure we can discuss some options, should the findings correspond with something that is within my field."

"Sure," Doug rumbled.

"I understand that you visited your GP because of a sexually related question," the medical lion stated in a very patient tone.

Doug's ears began to droop, but he steeled himself, under the encouraging gaze of both the doctor and his tiger friend, and let out the breath he had been partially holding.

"Hmmmyes," the lion huffed.

"Could you tell me about it in your own words?" the doctor asked. "I have the disposition from your GP but I would prefer to hear it for myself as well."

"Well..." Doug cleared his throat, "eh...recently...I guess...ah, what I mean..."

"Just take your time, mister Stafford."

"Ahem...I meant, I've been noticing for a while that...that it's not...eh..it hasn't been quite so...active, as of late."

The doctor appeared thoughtful upon the acknowledging nod he gave to the lion.

"Are you referring to your erectile function or your libido?"

Oh God, thought Doug. He wasn't sure how he'd managed to talk about all this first to Adam and then to the GP and now he would have to do it once more, at the very least, to this new lion.

"The...first, I guess."

"How would you describe your problem?" the Doctor questioned earnestly. "In your own terms, please. Take your time."

So he did, even though it felt embarrassing.

"It just...doesn't seem to work quite as hard as it used to," Doug said.

The Doctor nodded.

"Are you referring to the firmness of your erection or something else?"

"I...I guess erection is alright..." Doug said.

"You are able to achieve an erection, maintain it, and achieve penetration during intercourse?"

Doug could feel his cheeks turn hot.

"Yes," he said. "All three check out."

"But you still consider there to be a problem?" Doctor Berger asked.

"Well..." Doug made a face, "I guess it just doesn't...go on as long as it used to."

"A-ha," the Doctor noted in a slightly raised tone. "That is how I understood it, yes."

"Yeah," Doug rumbled. "That's what I told to my doctor as well."

"What would you consider to be an average number of ejaculations during a single sexual situation?" the lion continued. "Whether with or without a partner, that is, of course."

Doug didn't dare to look at his tiger friend when he made the mental calculations for that answer. He was all too sure that Adam would find it way too amusing to listen to him spill the details.

"Uh...currently ,or previously?"

"It will be important to know both, certainly."

"Well....ah...three, four...on average...before...five...six...maybe even seven?"

"Phew!" Adam vocalized.

Doug's ears sought his skull. He wanted to glare at his friend for making that sound, but abstained. He didn't want to come off as a total jerk-off in front of the doctor who genuinely sounded like he wanted to help.

"That sounds like a very healthy function to me," Doctor Berger said. "Of course it is highly personal, both the actual capability and the personal opinion on how many ejaculations are considered satisfactory, whether for yourself or your partner."

"I guess so," Doug grumbled.

"And you consider it to be problematic that you only achieve that many climaxes during one session?"

Doug shrugged.

"Well I used to do more," he said, "I mean, I'm not that old yet..."

"No you're not," Adam commented. "As young as the day I first met you..."

Now Doug couldn't help but hiss at the tiger from the corner of his muzzle. His fingers had already worried the tuft of his tail into the appearance of a duster, and he knew he'd have to give it a good brushing come bedtime.

"It is of course true that testosterone levels do begin to drop at a certain age, and there can be an effect to the sexual function as well," the Doctor continued. "Decreased libido and decreased function as well."

"But I'm healthy!" Doug yelped. "I eat okay and exercise and all the tests were okay, weren't they?"

The lion on the other side of the desk gave him a nod.

"Your blood tests results indicate that the basic tests were all within normal limits, and you are not suffering from any debilitating disease at the moment," the lion said, "blood sugar, blood cells, insulin levels, glucose, white cell count, serum testosterone, serum thyroid hormone, potassium, sodium, cholesterol, cortisol..."

Doug barely registered the words scrolling off the lion's tongue.

"I get it," he said, "you're saying that there's no physical reasons me to be suffering from it, except maybe that I'm just old?"

"You're in a very good shape for a man of 41, Mister Stafford," the Doctor said, "and of course psychological reasons are always to be investigated as well."

"You heard the Doctor," Adam said. "Maybe it's all that stress, you know."

"I'm not that stressed," Doug huffed, "work is busy but I'm enjoying it! We're about to make another big deal, it's looking really solid now...it's gonna be a huge thing!"

"I read that you work in...investments, is that so?"

"I'm a financial analyst," Doug said. "Corporal mergers and all that."

"I see," said the Doctor. "High stress work, isn't it?"

"It can be, but I'm handling it," Doug defended himself, "and I work it all off with exercise and yoga. It's very effective. I don't drink much or do any other drugs or smoke, or anything like that. I just like my peace, when I can have some."

"And a normal sexual function as well," the Doctor said.

"Yeah!" Doug raised his voice. "That's why I'm here."

"Indeed, indeed," said the Doctor, "I think I could perform my examination now. I think your friend could wait outside for the duration, it won't take very long."

Andy rumbled and got up.

"I think I saw a few good magazines that hadn't been stolen yet," the tiger said while he tiptoed for the door.

"Splendid!" Doctor Berger exclaimed. "Now, if you would undress to your underwear and sit onto the examination table..."

Doug didn't like this particular part of the visit, but he thought it was a necessary evil. He had to stay on his skivvies while his heart and lungs were listened, his belly poked at, his blood pressure taken with the noisy, buzzing automatic machine. He even had to submit to the indignity of having the Doctor's gloved paws on his balls when they were investigated, rolled on the cold palm and examined for anything that shouldn't be there.

"Your genitals are completely normal," declared the Doctor when he put his gloves into the Biohazard bin near the couch, "just more thing and we're done. Could you please pull your underwear down and lie on your left side and pull your knees up to your chest, please? I have to examine your prostate for possible hyperplasia, that is, overgrowth of the prostate gland."

Doug could feel his very asshole clench at the idea of such a probing, but knew that he had no choice on the matter. He'd had to submit to that particular horror on his yearly physicals ever since he had turned 35.

"My father has that," Doug spoke in the hopes of drawing attention from his own...glands, no matter how hopeless it probably was.

"It is very, very common," the Doctor replied.

Doug felt terribly exposed in his position on the couch, his ass on display like that, but the horror only got worse with the sound of a bottle snapping.

"I will apply some lubricant jelly onto your anus to make it easier for me to put my finger in it to feel for your prostate for its size and shape," Berger explained. "This should not feel uncomfortable. Just remember to keep breathing and try to relax."

Doug couldn't really see how he could feel comfortable about the fact that the lion put a sizeable finger covered in goop against his asshole and then spread that stuff there between his butt cheeks with the plan to push that same finger inside as well. He'd never understand how Andy could do it, no matter how the tiger enthused about the pleasures of the back door.

He harrumphed at the thought.

"Everything comfortable?" the Doctor asked from him. He had ceased all motion and his finger sat all too prominently in Doug's butt crack.

"Yeah, just go for it," he grumbled. "It's fine."

It didn't really get that much better when the lion actually did put the finger in his butt, but at least it was slick enough, and did not really hurt. It just felt weird as well, Doug thought, biting his lip.

"Now I shall palpate for the prostate..."

"Hmmh!"

It felt stupid. Doug couldn't think of any other word to describe how that particular poking actually felt. He just knew that a surge went up his spine and down his balls, for some reason, when the lion physician nudged his gland a few times before he finally withdrew his finger and the next thing Doug heard was the noise of the glove being snapped off and then binned.

"And everything felt perfectly normal down there as well. You may put on your underwear again, and dress at your convenience," Berger said amiably. "Do you wish your friend to join you again, or shall we continue this just together?"

Doug slipped on his boxers and grabbed his pants.

"He can come in," he said. "I doubt you can say anything he won't make fun of me, so it's best he hears all of it so he can't accuse me of hiding stuff from me."

The doctor chuckled.

"He sounds like a very good friend," the lion mused.

"Hmmm."

Doctor Berger popped by the door to call for Adam, whom then emerged, full of smiles and swing to his tail.

"All done?" he asked.

"As for the physical, yes," the Doctor replied on his way to his seat.

"You good, Doug?" the tiger questioned from the lion who was pulling on his socks.

"Apparently I am," said Doug, "that's what the doc says."

"He is perfectly healthy," Berger noted as he landed onto his chair.

"I knew you would come clear!" Andy smiled to the dressing cat. "So what's there to be done about the whole... you know issue?"

Doug's ears flicked back at the question, although the tiger was looking at the doctor when the inquiry was made.

"Of course I would need Mister Stafford's consent to discuss matters of treatment with you present," he said.

"Go for it," said Doug. He was now buttoning his shirt.

"Although you are physically fit and your stress levels seem to be well managed, you do fill some of the criteria for what is called FEHD," Berger said.

"What's that?" Doug grunted.

Even Adam looked a bit worried.

"It is short for Feline Ejaculation Hesitancy Syndrome," said the Doctor, "name for the unpleasant feeling that you are not achieving everything you wanted to, sexually."

"Is it...psychological?" Doug asked.

"It can have a psychological element, but of course it is also recognized as having a physiopathological origin as well," Berger said.

"How do you treat it?" Adam asked.

"Well, you already are dealing with the proper lifestyle choices, such as diet and exercise," Berger mused, "besides that, there is of course...cognitive-behavioral therapy and certain medications that may be tried."

Adam chuckled.

"Like Viagra?"

Doug shook his head. He finished with his clothing and then moved back to the chair, next to the one occupied by his unruly friend.

"Viagra and other similar drugs are used for erectile dysfunction caused by lacking blood flow into the genitals," Berger explained, "the drugs used to treat FEHD tackle a different kind of a problem, that is, the refractory period. They function through a multitude of routes to improve this refractory period and...to provide a more satisfying experience."

"So how does this stuff work?" Doug asked.

The lion opened his desk drawer and placed several small drug bottles onto his immaculate desk.

"We have a variety of options, thanks to modern pharmaceutical science," Berger noted. He managed to not sound like a sales representative only partially, "these options vary by several factors, including the severity of the condition, age, physical condition, certain contraindications...and price, of course."

Adam snickered.

"I don't think that'll be a problem."

Doug looked at the doctor.

"What he wants to say is that my insurance will cover all of it," he grumbled.

"Let's see then," Berger said.

*

It was an hour later that the two friendly cats were in Doug's Lexus, and going along the Circular towards Doug's place in the suburbs.

"...each tablet of Felinexaline contains lactose and may cause symptoms if you are lactose intolerant. Discuss this with the prescribing physician to make sure that Felinexaline is suitable for you..."

Doug huffed.

"We did figure that out," he told to the tiger on the passenger's seat, who had unfolded the instructions slip after they'd left the drugstore and onto the road, "I think I'm fine."

"Do not take Felinexaline if you have a heart, kidney or liver condition or you are using antipsychotic, blood pressure, or HIV medication."

"I think we can rule all those out, you know," Doug said.

"It does say here to read all of it before you take the medicine," he waved the small-printed paper in the air. "You wouldn't want to just pop pills, do you?"

"I'm starting to feel like it was a mistake to take you with me," Doug mused.

Adam laughed.

"Only now you do?" the tiger said.

"Bah," the lion said. He was smiling, though.

"Dosage. Take one tablet of Felinexaline 40 mg once a day with a glass of water. Do not dissolve the tablet or split it. The special coating will slow down the release of the medicine in your gastrointestinal tract. Do not exceed the dosage specified by your doctor or in this label."

"I'm not even sure I'm gonna take it," Doug said. "I mean, maybe this is just temporary..."

"That's what you said six months ago!" the tiger noted. "And this is how long it took for you to finally face up to it and go to see a doctor about it."

"Well...it's not all that serious..."

"Not serious?" Adam chuffed. "I swear, you've gotten more gray hairs on your mane in the past six months than any time before that."

Doug groaned.

"I'm not going gray!"

"There are great products for it - "

"Yeah, ha ha!" the lion snorted. "Dye for the mane and pills for the penis, is that so? You want me to go down that road?"

"It doesn't hurt to try!" Adam grinned.

"Maybe it's just...you know...vanity?"

"About what?"

"Doug shrugged.

"I dunno...are we just pretending that we're still 20 and can go all night?"

Adam purred and rumbled and flexed his toned arms that were more than visible with his sleeveless T-shirt.

"I_can_ go all night!" the tiger grinned.

"Bah!"

"Want me to prove it?" Adam smirked.

"Yeah?" Doug raised his brow. "Get me a witness statement from one of your lays?"

"Or two..."

Doug shook his head.

"Two in one night..."

"I'm not that adventurous," Andy said. "Not often, at least...not anymore..."

"Bah!"

"Oh come on, soon you'll be hitting the bars like an old... - eh, like a young stud!" Adam chuckled.

"You know I'm too busy with the PittCom merger coming up," Doug said. "I can't go out...on the prowl..."

"But it's a great way to relax..." Adam winked.

The lion huffed.

"I think it's best I don't take your sex advice," Doug rumbled.

"Are you implying something?" the tiger sounded mock hurt by such an allegation.

"No," Doug said.

The two cats traveled in silence for only a minute before Adam spoke again.

"Oh, oh! Can we stop at Maila's for a chia smoothie?" the tiger suddenly glanced busily through the side window. "We're just near it."

"I thought you wanted to be dropped off home," Doug commented.

"Well I'm hungry!" the tiger grumbled. "Plus, you have to take your pill!"

"What?" the lion yowled. "I'm not gonna do that now!"

"Don't wanna try it out right away?"

"No?" Doug shook his head. "I'm way too busy, I told you!"

"You don't need someone else to try it..." Adam purred.

Doug chortled.

"Why do I get the feeling that you're dying to get your paws on one of those pills to see if it can do something ridiculous like make you get off ten times in a row?" Doug grunted.

He had to stop the car at the upcoming traffic lights, and made the pills rattle in their bottle and the paper bag on Adam's lap.

"Naaah, I'm all natural," Adam grinned. "I don't need a tablet to do what I do..."

"Oh, that's right, yeah" Doug retaliated. "You don't need an erection for what you do in bed."

"Oh_meow!"_ Adam made scratching motions in the air.

Doug was happy that he'd gotten at least one right in...deep and hard.

The light turned green, and he put on the gear.

"That was actually a good one," the tiger snickered.

"Hmmm."

"Can we stop at Maila's, please? Pleeeease?"

*

Doug woke up in the morning, feeling tired and fat.

"Mhuuuooooooooooooohhh..."

The yawning tiger waddled into the bathroom for his morning piss while scratching his belly and balls, and cursed his friend's persuasive powers again. Eating all those smoothies was going to give him a paunch, he thought with horror while he washed his paws and looked at himself on the mirror over the sink. For now what he saw was mostly what he liked, all striped furs and prim and proper. His love handles hadn't still expanded into the territory of hopelessness, he decided after giving his hips a couple of pinches.

"Hmmm."

He also had a morning wood - something he noted with pride when he opened the cabinet to take out his toothbrush and toothpaste. Doing that made him glimpse the packet of Felinexaline, stashed next to the antacids. The cat sneered at it and gave his chipper erection a squeeze for good measure.

"Stupid medicalization," he grunted, slamming the cabinet shut. The movement made his very stiff, pink erection to sway from side to side. That felt nice enough to warrant a rumble from the tiger.

"Hmmm..."

Doug grabbed himself and grinned with very masculine pleasure at the feel of his pads on his barbs.

"Hmmmyeah..." the tiger rumbled while he stroked himself, slowly.

It felt good, but he decided to spare the erection for the shower after his morning jog.

Doug released his cock and headed to the bedroom to find his compression shorts. The weather outside seemed perfect for a very nice run.

*

_ AdamDamMan: howdy _

The lion was roused from an impromptu nap by his phone buzzing. The familiar name on the screen displaying his latest WhatsApp notifications made him grumble. Doug wasn't sure he could handle his friend's usual ebullience after that day at work.

_ Dougie: Hey _

_ AdamDamMan: What are you up to? _

_ Dougie: Resting. You? _

_ AdamDamMan: Having as much fun as 1 can have alone :P _

The lion snuffled. That was so typical of his longtime friend, one Adam Justine.

_ Dougie: Yeah right _

_ AdamDamMan: Why sourpuss? _

_ Dougie: am not. Tired. _

_ AdamDamMan: Still working on that buttco thing? _

_ Dougie: Ha ha. _

_ AdamDamMan: So u totally are! _

_ Dougie: not at the moment _

_ AdamDamMan: are we still on for Friday night? _

_ Dougie: not sure I can make it. This is taking all my time. _

_ AdamDamMan: shucks. _

_ Dougie: only two more weeks. _

AdamDamMan: Still a long no party... :(

_ Dougie: Act your age! _

AdamDamMan: Don't need to :) Don't need a pill like you!

Doug growled to himself. He had no idea just how many variations his friend could ocme up with from that single joke topic.

_ Dougie: Why do you always have to go back to my erection? _

_ AdamDamMan: Because I can't wait to hear if it works or not! There's some wild stuff on the internet about the pills! _

_ Dougie: not gonna give you a detailed report! _

_ AdamDamMan: I'd totally tell you If had to take a pill _

_ Dougie: Well I'm not you! _

_ AdamDamMan: poo _

_ Dougie: boo _

_ AdamDamMan: aww you're cute when you pretend you angry _

_ Dougie: I don't pretend. _

He was smiling, none the less.

_ AdamDamMan: yeah not at all _

_ Dougie: you should check up on me later about the weekend _

_ AdamDamMan: party time! _

_ Dougie: yeah right. _

Doug glanced at the conversation on his screen and snuffled. He wondered just how juvenile it would've been if they'd had such a form of communication in use back in college. No wonder kids these days...

He shook the thought away. He refused to take that big a mental distance from so-called kids. He was only forty-one years old, for heaven's sake! He could still be...spontaneous and active and amusing, and enjoy life, just like how Adam did. Perhaps the cheerful tiger wasn't quite the best point of reference for how 40-year-olds should behave, since he had a very active social life and was seemingly always on the go. That also included the love life that Doug had to describe as being...hectic, perhaps, although part of it technically could have been just boasting. It wasn't like he'd met all the conquests Adam talked about, though he did smell them occasionally while visiting, and had sometimes witnessed a goodbye clinch at the door when he'd dropped by earlier than intended.

"Hmmppph," the lion chortled in his own single cat apartment. He didn't know if the tiger had anyone for company that night - judging by his eagerness to message him randomly, probably not - but one never knew for sure. All that Doug had to look forward to was the the television, his own bed, and possibly a service by his own paw only.

"Bah."

*

Doug was brushing his teeth for the night in his sleepy boxers when his eyes once again caught the sight of the package on the shelf. He'd already almost closed the cabinet door when he suddenly stopped, held on for a moment, and then opened the door again.

"Hmpph."

He continued to brush his teeth while he look over the packaging. It had his name printed on it, and the instructions for taking one tablet once a day. The more detailed information was inside on the haphazardly folded slip that Adam had tried to stick back inside the box.

The tiger gargled, used his maw wash, put on some lip balm, and then sat onto the toilet and pulled the instructions sheet from the packet.

"...Felinexaline, also known as tri-chloroseroxine monohydrate, is a medication approved by the FDA for the treatment of the Feline Ejaculation Hesitance Disorder (FEHD hereforth). Doctors may also prescribe this drug off-label..."

Doug snorted. The text went on droning about the legal stuff, about the dosing and much of the stuff that Adam had read to him earlier about the active substance in the pills, including when one shouldn't take it. Doug certainly didn't fulfill those criteria, he thought. He was a healthy cat, and had a doctor's certificate to proof that.

He looked down at the subtle bulge of his sheath in his boxers and puffed out air from his lungs. If only...if only everything would keep up with his spirits.

"...side effects. Following side effects are common" he read aloud, for better concentration, "low blood pressure, vertigo, ringing ears, palpitations."

The lion grunted.

"Hmm...stupid shit..."

"Possible serious side effects may include allergic reaction, priapism, heart attack..."

That made his tail bounce on the bathroom carpet. The text said that the serious side effects only accounted to something like one out of ten thousand patients.

"Bah."

The other effects did not seem too bad. He'd probably catch them right away, if he took the pill and if something would show how. He'd probably be fine...and besides, it probably didn't work. This was just an imaginary problem, after all, Doug thought. Just setting his bar too high, or something like that. He'd just have to be happy with what he got and go on. It wasn't like he couldn't get it up anymore. It worked just fine. Not just as much as he'd hoped, or he was used to.

"What the hell," he grumbled.

Doug got up, poured himself some water into the toothbrushing cup and swallowed one of the small yellow pills. He was not going to tell Adam about this, until he'd have something to report one way or another.

He made a face at the strange-flavored water from his cup, wiped his muzzle, and headed to bed once he'd put the pills back into the cabinet. He didn't even expect to take more ones.

Doug slept fine that night.

*

Thank you for reading! I hope you had a good time, and I look forward to your feedback! Wonder how Doug's experiment goes...

Seeya!