Family Therapist - Chapters 1 and 2 (Fm, some Inc) WARNING: Adults only. This material is not suitable for minors. ------- Chapter 1 "Hello, Johnny? Are you there?" Mrs. Scott barked at him again. "Earth to Johnny!" she said sternly, jarring him from his day dream. It was always the same - some kids were unruly, some did there work and focused, but Johnny always seemed to be lost, his eyes glazed over as if he was looking through her - not paying attention. "Johnny, I need you to stay after class for a moment," she said as the kids all jumped up at the bell, heading for their lockers. He rolled his eyes, but said nothing. After the class was empty except for she and the boy, Mary gently nudged the door shut. She was not the most pleasant of his teachers, her strict classroom rules led to her nickname: Mrs. Grumpy the kids called her. It had hurt her a little when she found out, but as long as the kids behaved, she would just have to live with it. "This will only take a moment," she said as she walked over and stood in front of him. He was a growing boy, and horny as any young boy his age. More so, maybe. And whether he liked her or not, he was at the age where he was always looking at all females... sexually. She was old enough to be his mother, but he didn't care. Mrs. Scott was not the most attractive lady. Her face was plain - not ugly, but not pretty either. She had a full figure - not fat, but not skinny either. And she almost always wore the same thing: a fairly snug fitting light sweater of some sort, v-necked; a full skirt - knee length or calf-length. Flat shoes. Her breasts were full and heavy - not huge, but they filled out her sweater. And he loved the way her breasts looked heavy in her bra, the way they swayed as she moved around the class. Johnny spent a lot of time studying her breasts during class. A lot of time. He was young, teenage, and horny - and she was one of the few females her could spend a lot of time just staring at. He didnt care that she was old enough to be his mother. And she knew it. And it made her feel uncomfortable, his eyes on her - she had been a teacher for a long time, and had dealt with boys his age for many years. She usually just laughed it off. But Johnny was more focused on her than most... "Johnny, I have been asked to remind you that your mother will be picking you up right after school today for your appointment, remember?" she said firmy. Damn. He had forgotten. And he was planning to meet up with Eddie after school to go ride their bikes on the trails near his house. "Yeah," was all he said. "Ok, don't forget!" she smiled sternly as she opened the door to let him go. She had arranged with his mother for Johnny to see a psychologist that she had worked with occasionally over the years - when there was a student who needed it. It was to help Johnny learn to focus on school - and Johnny certainly needed the help... Chapter 2 Johnny and his mother Linda were seated in the waiting area of her office when Mrs. Jones came out from the office area to meet them. "Hi, I'm Martha Jones" she smiled as Linda rose to meet her, shaking her hand. "Hi - I hope we're on time. Johnny was a little late finding his way out of school today," she smiled, shaking her head at Johnny. "Perfect timing," Martha said, "my last appointment ran a little over anyway. Hi Johnny," she said directing her attention to the teen for a moment. "It's nice to meet you. No worries here, ok?" she said. "I promise this will not be 'yell at Johnny' time while you are here, ok?" she laughed lightly as he shrugged and slowly stood up. "You can pick him up in about 90 minutes, ok?" she said to Linda as she motioned for Johnny to follow her back to the office area at the rear of the small, renovated old house that had been turned into office space. Johnny's eyes of course immediately locked onto Mrs. Jones' ass. She was his mom's age as well, but she kept herself in reasonably good shape. Again, she was not skinny, but she knew she looked pretty good for her age. Johnny watched her ass in her her form-fitting slacks as it rocked slowly while she walked ahead of him, leading him into her studio office, motioning for him to sit on the small love-seat style sofa as she sat in her desk chair facing him opposite the couch. "So, Johnny," she started, noticing his eyes on her breasts and blouse. Good sign - she smiled inwardly. "You are here because several of your teachers - Mrs. Scott included - have indicated that you are having trouble focusing in class, right?" she said sweetly. Johnny knew he was here because of his school work. And was dreading it. He nodded. "We are going to work on a few techniques to help you focus, ok?" she started. "Don't worry," she said quickly when she saw his shoulders droop, "we are not going to be doing any school work, ok?" she continued sweetly, trying to put him at ease. "I want you to feel comfortable here. I am not your enemy, ok? You won't get any homework from me, ok?" she paused, waiting for him to nod. "I have had pretty good success helping boys your age learn to focus - and I know that each of those boys has been very happy when they finished working with me..." she trailed off, smiling. "Do you have any ideas why you might be having trouble focusing?" she started in, trying to break the ice and start the discussion. Johnny shrugged. Typical, she smiled to herself. "It's ok, Johnny," she said after a moment, giving him a chance to respond - but continuing when he didn't. "Mrs. Scott has talked to me at some length regarding your struggles. She cares alot, did you know that?" she asked gently. Mrs. Scott cared? Huh, Johnny thought. Right! But he just shrugged again. "Well, she cares enough to have come here today to work with you, did you know that?" she asked. She's here? Johnny tensed up immediately. UGH, he thought. "Mary? You can come in now," she said as a door opposite the one they had entered through opened, and his teacher stepped into the room, pulling the door shut behind her. She was still wearing the same sweater and skirt she had been wearing in school, clearly having come straight here when school got out in order to be here when he arrived. Johnny was confused, nervous, and sitting up straight now, Martha noticed. Good. "It's ok, Johnny, really!" she said nicely. "Mrs. Scott is here because she wants to help - and we will NOT be giving quizzes in here, ok?" she laughed. Johnny noticed that Mrs. Scott had not said anything - she looked a little nervous also. The whole thing was a little sudden and a little strange. He nodded at Mrs. Jones. It was all he could do. God, he couldn't wait to go home and hang out with Eddie. "Good," she started after a moment. "Johnny, these appointments are expensive for your mom, so we are going to get started right away, ok?" she continued on forcefully but nicely. Mrs. Scott was still standing there. Weird. "I am sure once you are comfortable, I promise you'll look forward to our sessions. Mrs. Scott will not be here for all of them, but she has graciously agreed to be here today," the two ladies smiled at each other. "Let's start, ok?" she said softly. Johnny really was lost now. he had no idea what was going on. "Mary?" she said, motioning for his teacher to step forward. Mrs. Scott seemed to be shaking a little, but she turned and moved to stand next to his therapist, facing him. He looked up, but she was looking down nervously. This was really making HIM nervous now. "Johnny," Martha said suddenly, "your teacher has something to say to you, ok?" Johnny looked from her up to his teacher. What the? "Johnny," Mrs. Scott began, her voice quaking a little. "I..." she hesitated, turning to the therapist. "It's ok," Martha said softly up to her, "Go ahead. Johnny, what we discuss in here is between us only, ok?" she said, looking Johnny in the eye. "Go ahead, Mary. It's ok..." she said gently. He looked back up at his teacher. "Johnny - I... I want you to look at my breasts," she said so softly he almost didn't hear her. Johnny was floored. What the heck? "I see you looking at me in class, and in order for you to get past this obsession, I..." she trailed off. "Johnny," Martha jumped in, "your teacher has firm, full breasts for a lady her age, doesn't she?" she said nicely, smiling. Johnny was at a total loss - he did not know what to do except squirm in his seat. Holy shit! Was this happening? Martha saw his hesitation. "It's ok, Johnny," she continued, "look at them." Johnny looked up at her, then slowly turned his head to look up at his teacher as she stood next to her. "That's right," his therapist trailed off as Johnny slowly let his eyes meet his teacher's, then lowered them to look at her breasts. "That's right," Martha said again. "Mrs. Scott has nice breasts, doesn't she? It's ok, you can say it," she said. "Yeah," Johnny managed to say so softly it was almost a whisper, his eyes now locked on his teacher's tits encased in her sweater. "See how they bulge a little out to the sides, forming nice, full, rounded breasts under her sweater?" she continued on in an admiring tone - leading him in. "You look at them in class alot, don't you?" Martha continued. "Johnny?" she asked when he hesitated. "You do, don't you? You can say it. Remember, what happens in here is private - the law prevents us from discussing it with anyone. Go ahead, Johnny. Tell your teacher," she said firmly but softly. "You like your teacher's breasts, don't you?" she said again, "Tell her." Johnny hesitated for a long few moments. He was truly confused about how this had all happened, but he was also now totally aroused. It didn't take much at his age. After a few more moments, he managed to tear his eyes from his teacher's breasts and look up at her. "You look at your teacher's breasts alot in class, don't you?" Martha said softly. "Yeah," Johnny said, his eyes locked his teacher's eyes. She looked down. "Good. Good." Martha said softly. "You like looking at Mrs. Scott's breasts, and she wants you to look." she went on. "Progress already!" she giggled lightly. Neither Johnny nor Mrs. Scott moved. "Mary," Martha continued, as she rose, moving to slide her desk chair over in front of Johnny, "please sit here," she motioned his teacher to sit facing him. "I would like Johnny to really focus on your breasts," she said gently as she herself sat next to Johnny in the love-seat. Here he was - with two mature ladies. One his teacher. One his therapist. Both old enough to be his mother. Sitting very close to him now. And his teacher wanted him to look at her breasts. Had asked him to! Whoa! he thought again. Holy crap! Mrs. Scott sat, and leaned forward - her breasts bulging now under her sweater now from the way she was sitting. "Lean forward Johnny," Martha whispered to him. "See how full they are? How they rise and fall slowly as she breathes? Can you tell that your teacher is nervous?" she said softly, smiling, looking from Mrs. Scott back to the boy. Johnny nodded, his eyes looking directly at his teacher's breasts. He could tell she was trembling a little, as he was. He had masturbated many times about her breasts, and now here he was. "Before we go any further," she said softly, resting her hand on Johnny's shoulder, gently guiding him to lean in even closer, his face not more than 6 inches from his teacher's breasts now, "Johnny, as we said before - what happens in here is private and is not to leave this room, ever, ok?" she said firmly, gently squeezing his shoulder as he nodded ok. "Mrs. Scott is married, right?" she whispered, her hand sliding smoothly to stroke the back of his head gently as he sat next to him, his eyes locked on his teacher's tits. "She is nervous because her husband must never find out, ok?" she said gently. "And I know you won't say anything... we are here to help you, right?" she queried softly. He nodded. "I need to hear you promise us," she said firmly. He didn't hesitate now. "I promise!" he said quietly. "Good." she said softly. "Good," she trailed off as she continued to gently stroke the back of his head. She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "Mrs. Scott has something else she'd like to tell you," she said just for him. "Mary, is there something else you want to tell Johnny?" she said sweetly, nodding at Mrs. Scott. "It's ok. Go ahead." she encouraged her. "You want to, I know..." she trailed off. Johnny looked up, meeting his teacher's eyes again. They both looked away. Both nervous. "It's ok..." Martha said again gently, "go ahead." The teen and his teacher locked eyes again. "Johnny," she started, "I know you look at me in class, and... well..." she paused. "It's ok, Mary, go ahead," Mrs. Jones urged softly as the mature teacher hesitated. "Johnny," his teacher started again, "I... I want you to..." she paused yet again, looking at the therapist, who nodded encouragingly, smiling, leaning her head toward Johnny, coaxing her on with her eyes. Mrs. Scott gulped, and continued "Johnny, when I go home... I think about you Johnny... I..." she paused once more, then steeled herself. "Johnny," his teacher whispered, reaching up to touch gently under his chin - touching him for the first time - lifting his eyes back up from her breasts to look in her eyes. "Johnny, I want you to feel my breasts," she managed, looking him in the eye. "Johnny, I..." she trailed off, not able to say it. Johnny was floored again. And rock hard. Both ladies had noticed the bulge in his pants now. "Good," Martha jumped in softly. "That's good. Mary, we'll get there slowly," she said. "Johnny," she turned to the teen, "have you ever felt a woman's breasts before?" she said sweetly as he sat there in shock at the words, at the situation, at his teacher. No, he nodded - making her smile gently. Virgin hands. It meant virgin everything... mmmm. Still stroking the back of his head gently, she reach with her other hand and gently took his right wrist in her hand. "Mrs. Scott wants you to feel her breasts, Johnny," she said softly as she guided his hand up, and... ever so slowly, placed his palm on his teacher's left breast. She softly placed her hand over the back of his, and slowly began to urge him to squeeze gently. "Feel how soft they are?" she whispered, feeling him tremble, as she guided his hand around her breast, cupping, kneading, tracing the curves and the bulge, letting him feel the warmth as he felt his teacher's breast for the first time. "How does it feel, Mary?" she asked Mrs. Scott as she motioned for him to place his other hand on her breasts as well. "Look," she urged the mature teacher, "he has his teen hands on your breasts!" she said gently. "You are letting this boy feel you up, Mrs. Scott," she continued softly, herself mesmerized by the site of his young hands gently exploring her mature breasts. Squeezing. Kneading. Cupping. "You're husband is at home, isn't he?" she whispered to the teacher. Mrs. Scott nodded, her cheeks blushing. "And your son, is he there too?" she urged. "He's home from college, right?" she asked, pressing the married teacher. Mrs. Scott nodded, embarassed, but not able to take her eyes off the teens hands on her breasts. "Mrs. Scott," Martha continued, seeing Mary's eyes close gently for a moment as she enjoyed the erotic feel of her teen student's hands on her breasts, "you are cheating on your husband with this boy, aren't you?" she whispered. "He is young enough to be your son, and your son is at home right now... if they ever found out..." she trailed off, seeing Mary's eyes close tightly, her head dropping a little as she took in the enormity of what was happening. She leaned in close to Johnny, and reached up again slowly with her hand, placing it over his right hand and slowly guiding his hand downward. "Mrs. Scott, your student... this boy..." she said softly as she guided his hand to the bottom of her sweater, "Mary, Johnny is going to feel you up under your sweater now," she whispered to both of them as she held herr hand on the back of his, guiding it up under the hem of her sweater. He felt the warmth of her skin on his palm, her belly a little flabby but not too bad. Martha pulled her hand out, leaving him there, one hand still on her breast, the other resting on her belly, just under her sweater. She had worn a light camisole; his hand was underneath. He hesitated. He looked up into his teacher's eyes again. She didn't say anything. "Mrs. Scott, tell him what you want him to do," she guided them. "Johnny," Mary began, "I want you to feel my bra," she trembled. "When my husband touches me now, it is you i think about," she whispered. "Oh Johnny," she sighed, "I have waited for this..." she trailed off. "Johnny," Martha urged, "your married teacher wants you to feel her bra. Go ahead, Johnny, use both hands... feel your teacher," she whispered. Johnny didn't hesitate now, bringing his other hand down, slipping it under her sweater. "That's right," Martha purred as he slowly began to slide his hands upwards, his fingers sliding smoothly over her warm skin until his fingertips gently touched the nylon, firm material of her matronly brassiere for the first time, his palms slipping up until his hands were filled with her breasts, feeling their heat strongly now through her bra as he began to cup and feel and knead again, her breath quickening under his touch again. "Can you feel her nipples in your palms, Johnny?" Martha leaned in again, feeling her own nipples harden at the site of his hands on his mature married teachers breasts. "Mrs. Scott, tell him..." she urged. Johnny was in heaven, squeezing and kneading gently, his teen cock now throbbing in his tan school pants, her sweater riding up his forearms as his hands continued to explore. He did feel her nipples, hard under his hands. He had seen plenty of them in porn on the internet, but that was nothing compared to this. They felt spongy and hard at the same time as he pressed his palms on her breasts over her bra, feeling her mature nipples harden in his hand. "Johnny," the therapist said softly, looking from the boy to Mrs. Scott and back, "Mrs. Scott has something else to say. Mary?" she trailed off. Mary shook her head. She couldn't. She was lost in the moment, the erotic site and feel of this boy's hands under her sweater, feeling her breasts. She couldn't. She looked at the therapist. Martha understood. "Johnny," Martha whispered, leaning close to his ear. "Your married teacher fantasizes about you when she is with her husband," she started, waiting for a moment to let the words sink in. "Johnny," she continued, whispering into his ear, "your married teacher wants you to suckle on her breasts," she smiled. "Johnny, she is going to remove her bra, in front of you..." she paused, feeling her own clit really tingle for the first time. "Johnny, before your mother returns to pick you up today," she said, "your teacher is going to remove her sweater," she waited, "and her bra," she said slowly, "and you are going to suck your married teacher's breasts..." she trailed off, seeing his crotch jump as she said the words, his hands really kneading and cupping and exploring now. "We are going to teach you to suckle on a mature woman's breasts," she continued whispering in his ear. "Mrs. Scott," she said after a moment, "tell him..." she urged. Mary hesitated, but she was trembling less now, feeling her juices start to flow at the taboo, insane, shocking nature of the acts they were starting. "Johnny," she managed to get out, "I want you to suckle on my breasts," she said quietly, not able to look into his eyes, but rather looking down at his crotch. "When my husband touches me, I think about you... suckling... and licking my breasts, feeling them," she admitted quietly. There was silence for a moment as she finshed. Martha started quietly, "Mary, it is time," she trailed off as Mrs. Scott reached down to grasp them hem of her sweater. "Johnny," Martha continued as Mary shifted in her chair, beginning to lift her sweater, the teens hands letting go and dropping to his lap for a moment as he watched. "Johnny, look..." Martha started again as they both watched his teacher's sweater slowly get lifted up, Johnny gasping ever so lightly as her bra slowly came into view. It was a plain, firm, white bra - nylon but smooth. Matronly. Mature. Motherly. The therapist rested her hand on the teen's thigh for the first time - making him jump a little. She made no motions, just left her hand resting lightly in the outside of his thigh. Female contact. Seduction. Mary lifted her sweater over her head, her hair settling back onto her shoulder and back as she removed the sweater and set it aside. Her he was, sitting in a therapist's office, a mature female therapist sitting next to him, and his mature married teacher sitting across from him with no shirt on, dressed only in her bra - her firm, large, heavy breasts bulging slightly. Her nipples obvious and hard underneath. Goosebumps on her skin. "You must have seen your own mother in her bra before, right?" Martha said after a pause, letting him soakin the site. "Accidently, I mean. It's natural with families, over time. It happens, right?" she said sweetly. "Your married teacher wants you to look at hers, now," she continued. "Right Mrs. Scott?" she played. "See how her breasts fill her bra fully," she said, watching his eyes roam over his teacher's bra. "When she walks, her breasts sway under her sweater, don't they?" she asked him playfully. "Her bra holds them well, but her heavy breasts are under there, aren't they?" she said. "The strain to get out, don't they?" she teased, his eyes locked on his mature teacher's breasts, imagining what they look like... "Mrs. Scott, remove your bra for this boy," she said suddenly. "You have wanted to cheat on your husband with him, and now you are going to!" she said firmly. "Look, you are still wearing your wedding band," she paused, "and soon your that wedding band will be resting on the back of this boy's head as he suckles on your breasts," she went on sternly, watching as the married teacher's eyes widened, her breath coming quickly. "Your nipples are hard for this boy, Mrs. Scott," she said gently but forcefully. "Remove your bra and cheat on your husband with this teen boy, Mrs. Scott! Now!" she demanded, her own heart racing as Mrs. Scott slowly reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. Johnny was mesmerized, watching his teacher unhook her bra, the cups pushing away slighlty as it came free behind her back. She paused, and reached up to the shoulder straps, hesitating, eyes cast down, trembling. "Johnny," Martha continued, "I lied a little when I said there wouldn't be any homework," she smiled softly as she whispered in his ear, both of them mesmerized as his mature teacher slowly lowered the straps and began to slide her bra off. Johnny's cock was rock hard in his pants as his teacher's breasts slowly came into view, blue veins barely visible under her smooth skin. "Tell him," she demanded, as his teacher's nipples were finally exposed. The areaola were light brown, measuring maybe two inches across. Her nipples were rock hard also, distended, engorged - a quarter inch wide and protruding at least that much. She dropped the bra on the floor next to her sweater, then dropped her head, her hands resting on her lap, to embarassed to look up. "Tell him," Martha demanded again. "Johnny," she said softly, her voice shaking. "You are going to stay after school with me tomorrow," she started, "and I am going to teach you... to... suckle my breasts in our classroom after school..." she managed to get out. "I know you think about me that way during class - doing naughty things to me. I know. But you cannot tell anyone..." she whispered - serious bow. Again, he was floored. Martha leaned in close to whisper in his ear again. "Mrs. Scott, lean forward," she ordered as the mature teacher complied. "Lift your breasts for your teenage student," she demanded. The married woman slowly cupped her own breasts, and leaned forward further, her nipples now inches from the boy's face. "Go ahead," she said gently but forcefully as they both hesitated, "guide your nipple into his mouth," she said, "teach him to suckle on your breast... start his lessons..." she trailed off, watching. Johnny looked up at his teacher's face. She looked down. Their eyes locked. And slowly, gently, she leaned into his face, the therapist's hand guiding the back of his head forward, and then... that first moment... she was doing it... one of the most taboo things someone can do... cheating on her husband... with a boy her son's age... she felt the boy's lips touch her nipple, parting slightly, her left nipple gently pressing between his lips, making contact for the first time. His therapist guided the boy's hands up to cup his teacher's breasts, placing his palms over his teacher's hands as his teacher held her breasts for him to suckle. Both lady's clits surged at the sight of his teenage lips opening, her nipple and areaola slipping inside his moist warm mouth. "There... that's right," the therapist whispered as he began to gently suck on her breast, patting the back of his head. "Suck on your teacher's breast. Gently," she said softly, "feel her nipple with your tongue. Suckle on her breast," she whispered, "Gently... squeeze her breasts lightly as you suckle..." she said softly, noticing Mary's eyes were closed as the boy suckled on her mature breast. "Mrs. Scott," she said gently, urging the teacher to open her eyes and look at her. "Your husband and son are at home waiting for you to make dinner for them, aren't they?" she teased. "And yet here you are, cheating on your husband with this teenage boy, your breasts exposed as he sucks on them," she chided playfully. "You are sinning, aren't you?" she said, more seriously now, looking into her eyes, startling her. "But it's so natural, isn't it?" she continued. "Take his head in your hand, pull him close to your breast," she said sternly but softly. "Guide him," she said as the married teacher reached out, one hand cupping the back of the boys head - her wedding band resting against his hair. Her other hand came up under his chin, guiding his head slowly from her left nipple to her right nipple, slipping her nipple into his warm mouth, feeling him suckle again, his tongue swirling around her areaola. Her clit throbbed. "So natural..." Martha continued, "like a mother and her child," she said softly, so wanting to reach between her thighs and finger her clitoris. Mmmmm... her fantasy later was going to rock her world. Johnny was going to star in her mind... her clit throbbed, surged. "Mrs. Scott," she whispered, looking into Mary's glazy eyes, seeing her shudder as the teensuckled, "we only have a short time left today," she continued, watching the teen as she guided him back to her other nipple, both nipples glistening from his saliva - both nipples rock hard as the mature mother stroked the back of his head as he suckled on her breasts, her wedding band sparkling in the dim light. "This session today was not only for Johnny," she said softly, "right?" The two mature women exchanged knowing looks, their eyes meeting. Mrs. Scott blushed. "Johnny," his therapist said softly, "Mrs. Scott is going to teach you to please a mature woman..." she whispered in his ear, "and she is going to please you... as a good teacher should," she whispered, and as he suckled she lightly touched his rock hard teen cock through his tan school uniform pants for the first time - making him jump. "You will meet her in your classroom after school tomorrow," she continued quietly into his ear, her fingers lightly tracing his penis as it began to pulse and throb in his pants under her touch, "and you will secretly, quietly, carefully suckle your teacher's breasts at her desk... she will guide you... you will follow her instruction..." she said into his ear, "won't you?" she demanded softly. He nodded, his cock jumping under her finger tips. "When you masturbate tonight, you can think of her... at her desk... on her desk," she said softly again into his ear, "because her lessons will continue... she will teach you... everything," she hissed seductively in his ear, "right there," she paused, "in your classroom," pause - her fingers racing, "where a teacher should... spread... knowledge," she said playfully, feeling his cock throb a final time, and explode, her fingertips stroking lightly as his teen cock spasmed in his pants, his lips locked around his teacher's areaola, feeling his teacher moan... her body shudder... "because she is practicing too..." she trailed off. --- Johnny stood next to his mother in the waiting room. "Well, I think we had a very good first session, didn't we Johnny?" Mrs. Jones said, smiling at Johnny and turning to his mother. "I would like to see Johnny for a short session on Thursday - don't worry, it is still included in this first session, so there is no charge for another session, but I want to follow up on his "homework" briefly," Martha said, "His teacher expects him after school tomorrow - and you won't forget, will you?" she said with a smile, turning to Johnny - true to form, he just shrugged. "He WILL be there tomorrow," his mom said sternly, "and he will be here Thursday for your follow up!" she finished. Martha winked at Johnny as his mother turned for the door, leaning forward to reach for the doorknob, her back to them. She motioned with her head for Johnny to look, her eyes guiding his... to see... his own mother's ass... "Johnny is learning to focus," she smiled, "one day at a time."