Drabbles: Lithium (1-25): Charlie/Amita
Title: Lithium (1-25)
Fandom: Numb3rs
Characters: Charlie/Amita
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: Each drabble is 100 words
Prompt: numb3rs100
Disclaimer: Not mine, only borrowing, just fun, no infringement intended
A/N: Attempting to write all the prompts for numb3rs100. Present tense starts around "Undercurrents." Past tense is when Amita is Charlie's student.
#1 Conversation
It’s not what she meant to say.
Of all the things she could have said.
Her olive skin goes white then rosy. She sucks that pretty pink bottom lip into her mouth and bites down, and when she lets go, it’s red and wet. A manicured hand comes up and slips into thick, wavy hair, and that hand is shaking. She wants to suck the words back in and hit the rewind button, but they’re out now and echo in the garage.
Of all the things she could have said.
“I love you.”
It’s not what she meant to say.
#2 Starting Over
“I want a do-over.”
Charlie sits slouched in the chair, his hands loosely crossed in his lap, and he looks like hell, like he’s been up all night thinking it over, and now he’s so exhausted that he just wants to get it out into the open. His head falls further to the side, and he blinks slowly. His mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
Amita stands uncomfortably in the doorway and adjusts where the strap of her purse hangs on her shoulder. “I don’t understand what you mean.”
“Harvard. You. Don’t do it. Stay. I want to start over.”
#3 Humanity
Charlie puts his head in his hands.
He’s seen murders before but nothing this gruesome. He thought he’d become desensitized like Don, that nothing could shock him anymore. Between the FBI and the NSA, he thought he’d seen and heard it all, but the photos of the crime stare up at him from Megan’s desk, a file she left open when she ran to get coffee. The file doesn’t close itself, and Charlie can’t seem to make himself move.
He questions humanity like he did when he first started working with Don.
He dials her number.
“Amita, I need you.”
#4 Learning
She pushed him back, chair rolling out from the desk, and stood between Charlie’s legs. She lifted up her skirt and showed him her naked body underneath. Her fingers came up to unbutton her shirt and open it to him, her breasts hanging free. She stepped in closer, dropped to her knees, slid her hands up his thighs to his zipper, pulled it down, pulled his pants open, pulled him out, and guided him into her mouth.
He was the one who lifted her up onto his lap and slid inside, letting her ride him until he was seeing stars.
#5 Fantasy
The lingerie she wears is white, almost virginal, and he’s reminded of their first time when she was his student, and she pulled up her skirt in his office.
In Charlie’s fantasies, she was still his student, dressed in schoolgirl clothing and begging to suck his cock for extra credit, eager to let him fuck her however he pleased. Charlie finds himself looking at his students again and wondering. He’s not looking to replace Amita, but the thought is still there, dreams of younger bodies worshiping him.
Amita wears white lingerie, and she straddles his hips like she used to.
#6 Third Person
It’s not like she hasn’t thought about it.
She has.
Many times.
Don and Charlie bicker like lovers, and she pictures them together, their legs tangled in sheets. The Don in her fantasies is commanding and controlling like the Don she knows in real life, and he holds Charlie down, chains him to the bed with his handcuffs. Amita joins him in licking and sucking up and down Charlie’s body, and then Charlie is fucking Amita as Don fucks him, and she draws out the fantasy until she’s coming on her fingers.
It’s not like she hasn’t thought about it.
#7 Science and/or Art
They look at sculptures in the museum and admire paintings on the walls. He buys her a reprint of one she particularly likes in the gift shop, and she gets him pens filled with glitter, a devious smile playing on her face when she dares him to actually use them.
One of the pens breaks while he’s writing and spills gold glitter all over his hand and desk.
A few weeks later, he finds an extra-large reprint of the one he bought her, and they hang it framed in her bedroom, painting the walls to match the rich, red color.
#8 Deviation
Amita looks at his work.
“That’s an interesting deviation in the data,” she observes, and he spins her around, pushes her up onto his desk, and presses his body between her legs. His kisses are hard, desperate and hungry and insatiable, his tongue in her mouth and lips moving sloppily. She pulls his body against hers as she lifts up for him to slide her jeans down over her hips.
She’s hot and tight on him, and her body slides against the papers. He fucks her on his desk, on top of Don’s case files, the office door slightly ajar.
#9 Future
She waited impatiently and contemplated the future.
She would have to drop out of school; there’s no way she could continue her studies at CalSci like this. It would be too hard. He would probably be upset and stop seeing her, and God only knows what he would think about what she should do. She would never achieve her goals; a Master’s just wasn’t good enough. Her life would be ruined, and she’d hate it.
Then again, she did have other options.
Amita breathed a sigh of relief when she looked at the stick, and the pregnancy test read negative.
#10 Travel
She was stressed about finals, stressed about her thesis, and he promised they’d get away to somewhere nice where she wouldn’t have to think about it.
She felt like a superstar sitting in the first class seats of the airplane, big Chanel sunglasses on her face. She drank champagne, and they got each other off under the blanket spread over their laps and then slipped off to the bathroom together and joked about how they had finally joined the Mile High Club.
In Spain, they spent their days sightseeing and nights making love under the stars on the hotel balcony.
#11 Probability
She finished calculating the probability information for her thesis despite Charlie’s protests while they were in New York.
“C’mon, it’s a conference. We’re supposed to be having fun,” he urged, words muffled by his lips kissing the backs of her thighs as she laid on her stomach in the hotel bed. She twisted around, and he grabbed her legs, spreading them open. He continued to suck and nibble at her skin until she was writhing and agreed to put away her work.
When they were done, they dressed quickly and quietly returned downstairs to listen to the debate on Goldbach.
#12 Margaritas
Amita drank one too many, and Charlie drags her to the cab. Their bodies are tight against each other in the backseat of the taxi, her knee over his thigh, and her hand rubs his cock through his jeans until he’s hard; he grabs her hands and pulls her away.
Inside his house, he slams her against the back of the front door and lifts up her shirt and bra. His fingers, lips, teeth, and tongue work her nipples into hard peaks, and she’s on the brink of coming when they hear Alan moving around upstairs, trying to be quiet.
#13 Luck
“Is it cheating if I studied with you?” Amita asked, closing her book and reaching for her bra.
Charlie, still laying naked on the bed, looked up at her. “Why would that be cheating?”
“Well, you are the professor.”
“I didn’t give you the answers.”
“Still…”
“Amita, I let the other students study with me, too. You don’t have an unfair advantage beyond your gift for numbers.”
“See, now you’ve got me worried.”
“I’d wish you luck, but you won’t need it.”
“Charlie, I really need to do well on this final.”
“And you will. Don’t worry, Amita. You’re brilliant.”
#14 Time
Charlie pounded into her body, heavy breathing punctuated by moans, slick skin sliding together. Amita wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around his hips and lifted up to make him fuck her deeper. His hand slipped between their bodies and reached for her clit, rubbing her to get her off with him as he came hard inside her.
He rested his body over hers as his breathing returned to normal.
“What time is it?” Charlie asked, his mouth buried against her neck.
She looked at the clock. “9:13.”
His head snapped up. “Shit, I’m late for my class.”
#15 Home
She’s jetlagged as she stands in the airport baggage claim, scanning the crowds for his face. The trip to India to see her family was great, but she’s happy to be back home.
She sees him rushing towards her, curls flying and chest hair peeking out of the top of his loosely-buttoned shirt. He carries a bouquet of roses and takes her into his arms in a tight hug.
“Welcome home,” he greets softly as he pulls away and presses the flowers into her hands. “I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you, too,” and she kisses him softly, her luggage forgotten.
#16 Moderation
She’s worn and ragged at work, her students getting a less than thrilling lesson on non-real numbers, and she retires to her office, a large mug of coffee in hand.
He knocks on her open door and walks inside. His face is contorted in disconcertion. “Are you doing okay?”
“No, I didn’t get any sleep. How did you make this teaching thing look so easy?”
“You’ll get the hang of it.”
“Yeah, well, you’re not much help, keeping me up all night.” A sly smile spreads over her face as she remembers their marathon lovemaking. “Good things in moderation, Charlie.”
#17 In Another World
Amita hated it. She wanted to hold his hand in public, give him kisses on the quad. The sex was great, wholly fulfilling, but she wanted something beyond the bedroom. She didn’t want to be another groupie of The Great Professor Charles Eppes. She wanted to be his girlfriend. God, maybe even his wife. She pushed that last thought from her mind; she was thinking emotionally, not rationally. A good grad student had no time for those kinds of thoughts.
In another world, they would have met somewhere else, but in reality, he was her teacher and she his student.
#18 Tense
“God, he’s so cute.”
“I love his hair.”
“I want to feel it between my legs.”
“Oh, yeah. Make that mouth shut up and do something for you.”
“I’d definitely fuck him.”
“I hear he gives you better grades if you do.”
“Think that’s why that Indian chick is doing so well?”
“Which one?”
Amita’s body was tense as she listened to the girls’ conversation in the bathroom. She felt sick. She wanted to step out of the stall and tell them that Charlie was hers, and they had no right to talk about him that way. Charlie was hers.
#19 Color
Amita colored in tiny hearts in her notebook with her pencil. She was trying to listen to her new professor give a lecture, but she was entranced by him. She could hear his words, was soothed by the tone of his voice, but nothing was absorbed. Charles Eppes. He was younger than thirty and already a tenured professor. He used to teach at Princeton. God, he wrote his first paper when he was fourteen. Amita had never met a real genius before - plenty of smart guys who thought they were geniuses - and she was intrigued. She wouldn’t be skipping class.
#20 Surface
It was during his lecture on surface tension that she made her decision. She was going to go for it. There were rumors that he slept with his students; no proof of it, though, or CalSci would have fired him. It was a big risk she was taking. If she was wrong, she’d be mortified, and there’s a chance he would end up being harder on her in class if it upset him. But she was ready for it. She was tired of waiting. He was all she could think about.
With nerves tightening, she knocked on his office door.
#21 Survival
Carefully, she pulled herself off of Charlie.
He let out a heavy sigh. “Wow. That was…”
“That was nice.”
“Yeah. What was that all about?”
“I like you, Charlie.”
“I figured as much.” He looked quizzically at her. “I hope you’re not thinking this means - “
“Oh, no. No. I’m not… no. Not like that.”
“Good. ‘Cause you know those are just rumors.” Charlie slipped himself back into his pants and grinned at her. He stood up and placed a kiss on her cheek. “You’ve got to keep quiet about this. Okay? You know what this could cost me.”
“Understood.”
#22 Dimensions
They share a joint.
What the hell? You only live once.
Amita’s eyes cloud over. Charlie is on her, body moving slowly. He unfastens her jeans, drags them down to her ankles; she slips her feet out them. He pushes her panties to the side and licks at her. His arms slip under her legs and lift them up, draping them over his shoulders.
He takes her away to far off dimensions, the universe spinning around her.
When she comes, her legs tighten around his head.
She wants to say “I love you,” but she’s not ready for it yet.
#23 Connection
“Do you feel like there’s something between us?” She tiptoed lightly around the subject as she stood in front of his desk, her fingers rubbing idly together.
Charlie looked up from the papers he was grading and grinned. “I would hope so.”
“I mean, do you feel like we’ve got a connection?”
He set his pen down, eyebrows knitting, and pressed a hand to his forehead. “Amita…” He sounded disappointed.
Her face dropped. “What?”
“Let’s not do this.”
“Do what?”
“The thing where we have to make this into something.”
Amita was shocked and speechless and quickly left the office.
#24 Division
“Look, I don’t think this is a good idea,” he said, his words jagged.
“How can you say that?” She looked like she was going to cry.
“Amita, Amita, it’s not that I don’t care about you. I do. Really, I do.”
“Then why do you want to end this?”
“Because I’m your teacher, and you’re my student. This is getting dangerous.”
“I don’t understand why you don’t want to be with me.”
“I do want to be with you, but, damn it, I can’t throw my life away. You’ll be graduating in two years. Maybe then.”
“Fuck you, Charlie.”
#25 Lessons
Amita cried in her bed, pulling the covers up to her face as she laid in fetal position. Her roommate sat down next to her and put her hands on Amita’s arm.
“Sweetie, what’s wrong?”
Amita sniffled. “I learned a lesson today.”
“What?”
“Never to trust men.”
Her roommate tried to not laugh. “Oh, honey, that’s nothing new. Tell me who he is so I can kick his ass.”
“I can’t,” she answered, her voice breaking as tears started up again.
“Did something else happen?”
“No, nothing like that. I just can’t tell you who he is. You wouldn’t understand.”
Fandom: Numb3rs
Characters: Charlie/Amita
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: Each drabble is 100 words
Prompt: numb3rs100
Disclaimer: Not mine, only borrowing, just fun, no infringement intended
A/N: Attempting to write all the prompts for numb3rs100. Present tense starts around "Undercurrents." Past tense is when Amita is Charlie's student.
#1 Conversation
It’s not what she meant to say.
Of all the things she could have said.
Her olive skin goes white then rosy. She sucks that pretty pink bottom lip into her mouth and bites down, and when she lets go, it’s red and wet. A manicured hand comes up and slips into thick, wavy hair, and that hand is shaking. She wants to suck the words back in and hit the rewind button, but they’re out now and echo in the garage.
Of all the things she could have said.
“I love you.”
It’s not what she meant to say.
#2 Starting Over
“I want a do-over.”
Charlie sits slouched in the chair, his hands loosely crossed in his lap, and he looks like hell, like he’s been up all night thinking it over, and now he’s so exhausted that he just wants to get it out into the open. His head falls further to the side, and he blinks slowly. His mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
Amita stands uncomfortably in the doorway and adjusts where the strap of her purse hangs on her shoulder. “I don’t understand what you mean.”
“Harvard. You. Don’t do it. Stay. I want to start over.”
#3 Humanity
Charlie puts his head in his hands.
He’s seen murders before but nothing this gruesome. He thought he’d become desensitized like Don, that nothing could shock him anymore. Between the FBI and the NSA, he thought he’d seen and heard it all, but the photos of the crime stare up at him from Megan’s desk, a file she left open when she ran to get coffee. The file doesn’t close itself, and Charlie can’t seem to make himself move.
He questions humanity like he did when he first started working with Don.
He dials her number.
“Amita, I need you.”
#4 Learning
She pushed him back, chair rolling out from the desk, and stood between Charlie’s legs. She lifted up her skirt and showed him her naked body underneath. Her fingers came up to unbutton her shirt and open it to him, her breasts hanging free. She stepped in closer, dropped to her knees, slid her hands up his thighs to his zipper, pulled it down, pulled his pants open, pulled him out, and guided him into her mouth.
He was the one who lifted her up onto his lap and slid inside, letting her ride him until he was seeing stars.
#5 Fantasy
The lingerie she wears is white, almost virginal, and he’s reminded of their first time when she was his student, and she pulled up her skirt in his office.
In Charlie’s fantasies, she was still his student, dressed in schoolgirl clothing and begging to suck his cock for extra credit, eager to let him fuck her however he pleased. Charlie finds himself looking at his students again and wondering. He’s not looking to replace Amita, but the thought is still there, dreams of younger bodies worshiping him.
Amita wears white lingerie, and she straddles his hips like she used to.
#6 Third Person
It’s not like she hasn’t thought about it.
She has.
Many times.
Don and Charlie bicker like lovers, and she pictures them together, their legs tangled in sheets. The Don in her fantasies is commanding and controlling like the Don she knows in real life, and he holds Charlie down, chains him to the bed with his handcuffs. Amita joins him in licking and sucking up and down Charlie’s body, and then Charlie is fucking Amita as Don fucks him, and she draws out the fantasy until she’s coming on her fingers.
It’s not like she hasn’t thought about it.
#7 Science and/or Art
They look at sculptures in the museum and admire paintings on the walls. He buys her a reprint of one she particularly likes in the gift shop, and she gets him pens filled with glitter, a devious smile playing on her face when she dares him to actually use them.
One of the pens breaks while he’s writing and spills gold glitter all over his hand and desk.
A few weeks later, he finds an extra-large reprint of the one he bought her, and they hang it framed in her bedroom, painting the walls to match the rich, red color.
#8 Deviation
Amita looks at his work.
“That’s an interesting deviation in the data,” she observes, and he spins her around, pushes her up onto his desk, and presses his body between her legs. His kisses are hard, desperate and hungry and insatiable, his tongue in her mouth and lips moving sloppily. She pulls his body against hers as she lifts up for him to slide her jeans down over her hips.
She’s hot and tight on him, and her body slides against the papers. He fucks her on his desk, on top of Don’s case files, the office door slightly ajar.
#9 Future
She waited impatiently and contemplated the future.
She would have to drop out of school; there’s no way she could continue her studies at CalSci like this. It would be too hard. He would probably be upset and stop seeing her, and God only knows what he would think about what she should do. She would never achieve her goals; a Master’s just wasn’t good enough. Her life would be ruined, and she’d hate it.
Then again, she did have other options.
Amita breathed a sigh of relief when she looked at the stick, and the pregnancy test read negative.
#10 Travel
She was stressed about finals, stressed about her thesis, and he promised they’d get away to somewhere nice where she wouldn’t have to think about it.
She felt like a superstar sitting in the first class seats of the airplane, big Chanel sunglasses on her face. She drank champagne, and they got each other off under the blanket spread over their laps and then slipped off to the bathroom together and joked about how they had finally joined the Mile High Club.
In Spain, they spent their days sightseeing and nights making love under the stars on the hotel balcony.
#11 Probability
She finished calculating the probability information for her thesis despite Charlie’s protests while they were in New York.
“C’mon, it’s a conference. We’re supposed to be having fun,” he urged, words muffled by his lips kissing the backs of her thighs as she laid on her stomach in the hotel bed. She twisted around, and he grabbed her legs, spreading them open. He continued to suck and nibble at her skin until she was writhing and agreed to put away her work.
When they were done, they dressed quickly and quietly returned downstairs to listen to the debate on Goldbach.
#12 Margaritas
Amita drank one too many, and Charlie drags her to the cab. Their bodies are tight against each other in the backseat of the taxi, her knee over his thigh, and her hand rubs his cock through his jeans until he’s hard; he grabs her hands and pulls her away.
Inside his house, he slams her against the back of the front door and lifts up her shirt and bra. His fingers, lips, teeth, and tongue work her nipples into hard peaks, and she’s on the brink of coming when they hear Alan moving around upstairs, trying to be quiet.
#13 Luck
“Is it cheating if I studied with you?” Amita asked, closing her book and reaching for her bra.
Charlie, still laying naked on the bed, looked up at her. “Why would that be cheating?”
“Well, you are the professor.”
“I didn’t give you the answers.”
“Still…”
“Amita, I let the other students study with me, too. You don’t have an unfair advantage beyond your gift for numbers.”
“See, now you’ve got me worried.”
“I’d wish you luck, but you won’t need it.”
“Charlie, I really need to do well on this final.”
“And you will. Don’t worry, Amita. You’re brilliant.”
#14 Time
Charlie pounded into her body, heavy breathing punctuated by moans, slick skin sliding together. Amita wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around his hips and lifted up to make him fuck her deeper. His hand slipped between their bodies and reached for her clit, rubbing her to get her off with him as he came hard inside her.
He rested his body over hers as his breathing returned to normal.
“What time is it?” Charlie asked, his mouth buried against her neck.
She looked at the clock. “9:13.”
His head snapped up. “Shit, I’m late for my class.”
#15 Home
She’s jetlagged as she stands in the airport baggage claim, scanning the crowds for his face. The trip to India to see her family was great, but she’s happy to be back home.
She sees him rushing towards her, curls flying and chest hair peeking out of the top of his loosely-buttoned shirt. He carries a bouquet of roses and takes her into his arms in a tight hug.
“Welcome home,” he greets softly as he pulls away and presses the flowers into her hands. “I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you, too,” and she kisses him softly, her luggage forgotten.
#16 Moderation
She’s worn and ragged at work, her students getting a less than thrilling lesson on non-real numbers, and she retires to her office, a large mug of coffee in hand.
He knocks on her open door and walks inside. His face is contorted in disconcertion. “Are you doing okay?”
“No, I didn’t get any sleep. How did you make this teaching thing look so easy?”
“You’ll get the hang of it.”
“Yeah, well, you’re not much help, keeping me up all night.” A sly smile spreads over her face as she remembers their marathon lovemaking. “Good things in moderation, Charlie.”
#17 In Another World
Amita hated it. She wanted to hold his hand in public, give him kisses on the quad. The sex was great, wholly fulfilling, but she wanted something beyond the bedroom. She didn’t want to be another groupie of The Great Professor Charles Eppes. She wanted to be his girlfriend. God, maybe even his wife. She pushed that last thought from her mind; she was thinking emotionally, not rationally. A good grad student had no time for those kinds of thoughts.
In another world, they would have met somewhere else, but in reality, he was her teacher and she his student.
#18 Tense
“God, he’s so cute.”
“I love his hair.”
“I want to feel it between my legs.”
“Oh, yeah. Make that mouth shut up and do something for you.”
“I’d definitely fuck him.”
“I hear he gives you better grades if you do.”
“Think that’s why that Indian chick is doing so well?”
“Which one?”
Amita’s body was tense as she listened to the girls’ conversation in the bathroom. She felt sick. She wanted to step out of the stall and tell them that Charlie was hers, and they had no right to talk about him that way. Charlie was hers.
#19 Color
Amita colored in tiny hearts in her notebook with her pencil. She was trying to listen to her new professor give a lecture, but she was entranced by him. She could hear his words, was soothed by the tone of his voice, but nothing was absorbed. Charles Eppes. He was younger than thirty and already a tenured professor. He used to teach at Princeton. God, he wrote his first paper when he was fourteen. Amita had never met a real genius before - plenty of smart guys who thought they were geniuses - and she was intrigued. She wouldn’t be skipping class.
#20 Surface
It was during his lecture on surface tension that she made her decision. She was going to go for it. There were rumors that he slept with his students; no proof of it, though, or CalSci would have fired him. It was a big risk she was taking. If she was wrong, she’d be mortified, and there’s a chance he would end up being harder on her in class if it upset him. But she was ready for it. She was tired of waiting. He was all she could think about.
With nerves tightening, she knocked on his office door.
#21 Survival
Carefully, she pulled herself off of Charlie.
He let out a heavy sigh. “Wow. That was…”
“That was nice.”
“Yeah. What was that all about?”
“I like you, Charlie.”
“I figured as much.” He looked quizzically at her. “I hope you’re not thinking this means - “
“Oh, no. No. I’m not… no. Not like that.”
“Good. ‘Cause you know those are just rumors.” Charlie slipped himself back into his pants and grinned at her. He stood up and placed a kiss on her cheek. “You’ve got to keep quiet about this. Okay? You know what this could cost me.”
“Understood.”
#22 Dimensions
They share a joint.
What the hell? You only live once.
Amita’s eyes cloud over. Charlie is on her, body moving slowly. He unfastens her jeans, drags them down to her ankles; she slips her feet out them. He pushes her panties to the side and licks at her. His arms slip under her legs and lift them up, draping them over his shoulders.
He takes her away to far off dimensions, the universe spinning around her.
When she comes, her legs tighten around his head.
She wants to say “I love you,” but she’s not ready for it yet.
#23 Connection
“Do you feel like there’s something between us?” She tiptoed lightly around the subject as she stood in front of his desk, her fingers rubbing idly together.
Charlie looked up from the papers he was grading and grinned. “I would hope so.”
“I mean, do you feel like we’ve got a connection?”
He set his pen down, eyebrows knitting, and pressed a hand to his forehead. “Amita…” He sounded disappointed.
Her face dropped. “What?”
“Let’s not do this.”
“Do what?”
“The thing where we have to make this into something.”
Amita was shocked and speechless and quickly left the office.
#24 Division
“Look, I don’t think this is a good idea,” he said, his words jagged.
“How can you say that?” She looked like she was going to cry.
“Amita, Amita, it’s not that I don’t care about you. I do. Really, I do.”
“Then why do you want to end this?”
“Because I’m your teacher, and you’re my student. This is getting dangerous.”
“I don’t understand why you don’t want to be with me.”
“I do want to be with you, but, damn it, I can’t throw my life away. You’ll be graduating in two years. Maybe then.”
“Fuck you, Charlie.”
#25 Lessons
Amita cried in her bed, pulling the covers up to her face as she laid in fetal position. Her roommate sat down next to her and put her hands on Amita’s arm.
“Sweetie, what’s wrong?”
Amita sniffled. “I learned a lesson today.”
“What?”
“Never to trust men.”
Her roommate tried to not laugh. “Oh, honey, that’s nothing new. Tell me who he is so I can kick his ass.”
“I can’t,” she answered, her voice breaking as tears started up again.
“Did something else happen?”
“No, nothing like that. I just can’t tell you who he is. You wouldn’t understand.”