Ashley was employed as a secretary in a small office for a pharmacutical company.
 In fact, she was the lone secretary, and most of her work day was spent in the
office with no one else but her boss in the tiny office.  Ashley, 24, was a
beautiful young woman with long blonde hair and a firm, shapely body.  She was
well aware that her pretty looks and smile got her this job.  The young lady was
also aware that she kept this job solely for her willingness to "put out" for her
lustful boss.  Ashley realized that she was not the greatest secretary in the
world, and could easily be replaced by someone with better skills and experience.
So by offering herself to the boss, she was able to keep her job.

On a slow midday afternoon, Ashley was seated at her desk in the office,
reclining in a swivel chair and filing her long, red fingernails.  A radio
playing pop music could be heard in the background, and Ashley gently swayed her
head from side to side, in tune with the song. She always dressed to impress,
knowing that the boss must stay interested in her.  Today, she was wearing a
barely-there white miniskirt which did little to conceal her hips and crotch. She
also had on a black and white blazer which hugged her body in a delicious way. 
Though small and petite for the most part, this woman had a large set of breasts,
both of which strained hard against the blazer top.  She wore black high-heels
and her blonde hair was styled in waves down her shoulders and slender back.
"Ashley?" came a male voice through the intercom system. "Yes sir?" she
responded, pressing the intercom button. The gruff-sounding man coughed before
saying, "Ashley, I need you in my office.  I need you to take DICKtation for me."
Ashley smiled, knowing that he did not mean DICtation.  That was their secret
code - DICKtation - for playtime.  Instead of just saying it flat out, both
thought it would be better to come up with a clever code - simply because of the
possibility that another person could be in the office and hear them. "I'll be
right there, sir," the woman said in a sweet tone.

In the adjoining office, the 59 year old boss was already sporting an erection in
his slacks.  Stan had been married to the same woman for close to 30 years and
like most men in his situation, he had developed a wandering eye - especially
when it came to nubile young beauties, such as his secretary. Stan had often
fantasized about an affair with a woman who was Ashley's age but never really
thought it would happen.  He hired her last year to have a pretty young woman to
work with, but found out after a week that she was very lacking when it came to
being a secretary.  He brought her into his office one morning to fire her, but
soon found the nympho stripping her clothes off, saying she would do ANYTHING to
keep this job.

Stan, not a fool, decided to keep her as an employee.

Ever since that day, Ashley does whatever her boss tells her, no matter how kinky
or bizaare he wishes to get with her.  That is how she keeps her job.  Stan,
however, often has to do some paperwork that a secretary would normally be able
to take care of.  With Ashley, whom he really thought of as a "dumb blonde" (but
a dumb blonde who gives great head), her secretarial skills were extremely
lacking. Stan, of course, kept this little affair from his wife.  He also kept it
confined to the office (except for that one weekend when he and Ashley went to an
adult motel - but that is another story).  He really liked the sex-only
relationship that he and his knockout secretary shared. Ashley liked it, too. 
Although Stan was almost old enough to be her grandfather, she thought of him as
extremely skilled and knowledgable when it came to sex.  The snobby blonde never
once thought that she would enjoy going to work five days a week, but now, she
does enjoy working.  Basically, her job entailed a few secretarial tasks, but
mostly being a "Tickle-Me-Ashley Doll". That was one thing which she was really
skilled at.

"Good afternoon, sir," Ashley greeted, stepping into her boss' office.  "How are
we today?" "Great," he responded.  "Look, I just caught up with all of my work
and don't expect anything for another hour or so.  That means, of course, you and
I have some time for each other."  He took off his glasses and gave a lecherous
smile.  "Did you take all the neccessary precautions?" "Of course," she replied. 
Those precautions were locking the office door and putting the OUT TO LUNCH - BE
BACK SOON sign on it, plus flipping on the answering machine to handle all
incoming telephone calls.  "I always take care of all that," she added. "It's
better to be safe than sorry, sweetheart," Stan said. Ashley stepped closer to
her boss and began unbuttoning her blazer top.  She stood directly in front of
him and peeled the business coat from her body, then let it drop to the floor. 
Stan smiled up at her in delight, admiring her large, jug-like breasts and the
sexy white bra which concealed them from his view. "I was hoping I could do some
DICKtation for you today, sir," Ashley said in her most coy, innocent tone.  "In
fact, I would like to do it every single day." He smiled, reaching up and palming
her breasts in his hands. "I can't do this everyday, Ashley.  You'd wear me out!"
 He pulled her down into his lap, and wrapped an arm around her tiny waist. 
"Tell me, how is your boyfriend?" Ashley smiled with delight.  "Oh, Robert is
wonderful!  Just last night, he came over and gave me a good, hard fucking." Stan
grinned, imagining the sight of his gorgeous secretary and her stud, musclebound
boyfriend taking part in a heated lovemaking session.  The thought made him even
more excited. The lustful boss put his hand on Ashley's inner thigh and gently
rubbed her there.  Then, he looked into her deep brown eyes and smiled again,
before saying, "What did you two exactly do?"  He knew full well that Ashley
really loved to share her experiences, with just about anyone who would listen to
her. "We did EVERYTHING," she replied, in a gasp.  "But the best part was when he
made me lean over the kitchen table, so he could fuck me in that position!"  She
smiled and nodded her head.  "Yeah, that was the best part.  Really, really
erotic!" "You're nothing but a little slut!" Stan exclaimed, teasing her, as he
liked to do.  Actually, he enjoyed being able to call a woman such names. 
"You're a little nymphomaniac!" "So?" Ashley grinned.  "I can't argue with the
truth." Stan reached around her back and unhooked the bra she wore. "Tell me
more, sweetheart."  He slipped her bra off, baring her huge breasts and the big,
thick and rounded nipples which he loved so much.  "Tell me more about what
happened last night." "Well..." Ashley trailed off for a second.  "Well, another
good part was when I was on my knees, giving him a blowjob - he came all over my
face!"  She laughed.  "You know how much I like it, sir, when YOU cum on my
face." "Of course," Stan smirked, his erection at full strength now. "Ahh,
Ashley... why don't you give me a blowjob now?  This seems to be the perfect time
for it." The shapely young blonde smiled and slipped from his lap, down to her
knees.  "Earn my paycheck, sir?" she asked sweetly. "Maybe earn a raise," he
hinted. "Oooooh!" she squealed.  "I like that!" Ashley unlooped her boss' belt
and unbuttoned his slacks, then slid them down far enough so she could have
access to his cock.  She pushed his boxer shorts down far enough so his prick
popped out into full view.  It was sticking straight up, like a flagpole.  That
was how Ashley liked it most. Stan sighed and groaned in delight as the gorgeous
bimbo gave him yet another expert blowjob, her specialty.  As he watched her
blonde head slide up and down over his stiff cock, her lips sealed around it, he
wondered to himself how many guys she had done this to in her life.  "Definitely
a lot," he mumbled. "What?" Ashley asked, looking up at him, her hand now just
encircling his hard member. "Uhh, nothing, sweetheart," he coughed.  "Please,
please... just keep doing what you were doing." "With pleasure," was her perky
reply, before she wrapped her lips around his prick again. Ashley took pride in
her cocksucking skills.  She wanted every man to remember her as the best
cocksucker they had ever known in their entire life.  She was never quick or
greedy during this particular sex act.  Ashley would always take her sweet time
giving head, wanting to drive her man to insanity. She figured the longer a
blowjob takes, the better it is. Low, gutteral moans eminated from her throat as
she dined upon Stan's prick, now licking it like a lollypop.  She again closed
her lips around it, and now took him deep inside her mouth.  Stan groaned himself
as he felt his cockhead brushing hard against the back of her throat. "You really
are special, Ashley," Stan told her.  "Any man in his right mind would beg on
their knees to get their hands on that hot body of yours." "They don't have to
beg," Ashley gagged, her mouth full of cock.  "Asking will usually do the trick!"
"Slut!" the boss laughed, repeating himself.  "I'm so lucky; I have the sexiest,
most desirable slut secretary in the world! A secretary who does DICKtation!" "I
prefer DICK by itself," she squealed. Ashley kept working, her mouth acting like
a strong vacuum, feeling to Stan as though she wanted to swallow his cock right
down her throat, and never let it leave.  She truly was an expert when it came to
giving head.  Stan was sure of that. As much as he enjoyed this, though, Stan
knew that it would be wise for him to put an end to it.  He wanted to fill her
pussy a lot more than he wanted to ejaculate in her mouth.  The 59 year old
wondered if he would have the strength to "get it up" two times in a row for her,
if he was to shoot off in her mouth. Perhaps he would; perhaps he wouldn't.  It
was a chance that did not seem worth taking. "Ashley, sweetheart, stop," he told
her, and she looked up at him with a quizzical expression.  "It's not that I
don't enjoy what you're doing, sweetheart - it's just I want to fuck your pussy a
lot more than I want to fuck your mouth." "Okay," the blonde pouted, rising up to
her feet.  Ashley did understand his limitations, although she hated to stop ("I
didn't get to finish sucking his cock!").  She kept quiet though, and didn't
voice her feelings. Stan noticed the pout upon her face, but he knew this woman
too well.  She would forget about wanting to blow him once he stuffed his prick
between her thighs.  He was positive of that. Stan leaned forward and roughly
kissed each of Ashley's breasts and nipples as he slipped her miniskirt down and
off, followed immediately by her G-string.  He then rose to his feet and put his
arms around the secretary, and lifted her into the air with his hands on her ass.
 Ashley giggled in delight as she was set down upon the edge of the desktop, then
she opened her legs, all ready and prepared for her pervert boss. Stan quickly
stepped out of his slacks and boxers and then grasped his cock with his right
hand.  He moved forward and nudged himself between Ashley's widespread thighs,
then punched his stiff prick hard and deep into her. Ashley moaned and wailed in
sudden delight, the older man's thick, long cock filling her to the hilt.  She
looked up at him and smiled, then nodded her head. Stan watched her and then
started pumping his cock in and out of Ashley, him standing and her seated on the
very edge of the desk, her thighs opened and spread wide for his lustful
advances. His hands were underneath her, squeezing her tight asscheeks, lifting
her hips up to meet each of his downward thrusts. "What would your wife think if
she saw us now?" the secretary teased him.  "Do you think she would like this?"
"Probably not," Stan laughed, short of breath, pumping the blonde as hard and as
fast as he could. Stan then remembered an X-rated movie he rented a few nights
back, where a busty blonde just like Ashley was gang-banged by six studs at once.
 Stan was certain that this little sex pot of a secretary could not only handle
six guys at once, but she would probably wind up wanting more!  After all, he
didn't call her a "Tickle-Me-Ashley Doll" for nothing. "OHHHHH little slut," the
boss groaned, doing his best not to experience an orgasm yet.  His hips just kept
pumping, like an oil well machine, his cock burning her insides with its lustful
heat.  "You're nothing but a little secretary slut... but at least you're MY
little secretary slut!" "Fuck me, sir!" she begged him.  "FUCK ME HARDER!" So
close to passionate explosion, Stan didn't know if he could give it to her any
harder.  He had to try, though.  There was no way he could deny such a request.
Stan screamed himself as he somehow found the energy to pump himself into her
even faster.  The orgasm was close, but he kept saying "Not yet!  Not yet!  Not
yet!" in his mind. "OHHHHH GOD!" Stan thundered as he could no longer contain
himself.  He quickly pulled out of her velvet-like pussy and aimed his prick
directly at her stomach. The first gush lashed out and landed on her flat belly. 
With a lot of experience in this area, Ashley had the piece of mind to slip down
from the desk and onto her knees.  She then took hold of Stan's cock herself, and
aimed it straight at her face. Rockets of cum spurted out and landed in various
spots upon her face, the majority of the blasts coating her eyes and nose. Ashley
giggled like the stereotypical blonde bimbo, wallowing in the feel of his sperm
splashing and washing over her face. Stan fell down into his chair, exhausted. 
Ashley's youthful exuberance shined through as she giggled and grasped his cock
again, before taking a seat in his lap.  She wrapped her left arm around his neck
and shoulder, and kissed him on the forehead. "You're the best boss in the
world!" she chirped, her hand squeezing his now-flaccid cock, cum dripping from
her chin.  "I hope that I get to be your secretary FOREVER!" "So do I," Stan
laughed, his hand pinching her sweet ass.


Life was wonderful for Ashley.  The jovial, happy-go-lucky secretary was locked
and secure in her job, and her sex life was as good as it ever had been.  If she
wasn't on her back getting fucked by her boyfriend, the 24 year old blonde could
probably be found performing her boss' favorite type of dictation with him in the
small office building.

Ashley's slutty ways began when she was a teen-ager, and they just carried over
into her adult life.  The woman simply loved to have sex.  If it was up to her,
the common greeting between two people would not be a handshake or a friendly
"hello".  With her, it would be a fast, hard fuck.  That would make her very
happy. Work was easy.  Though her job title was `secretary', she was actually a
sex toy for her boss.  Ashley had very little skills when it came to being a
secretary.  But on the other hand, she was extremely skilled when it came to sex.
 She would go to work every Monday through Friday and do a few secretarial tasks,
but was always ready for her lustful, much older boss.  Over the past year, the
young lady had learned that Stan, her 59 year old boss, could call on her at any
given time for another round of sex.

On this particular afternoon, Ashley was comfortably seated at her desk in the
office, busy writing a letter to one of her out-of-state friends.  It was her
best way to pass the time, since she had not heard a word out of Stan all
afternoon long. Not concerned with the operation of the company, Ashley was just
waiting for 5:00pm to come.  That was when her shift ended.  She figured that by
writing a letter, time would go by a bit faster. Ashley, as usual, looked
beautiful.  She wore a snug-fitting black blouse which had long sleeves, and a
black-and-white plaid miniskirt made of cotton and stretchy lycra.  She also had
on a pair of black high-heels.  Her long, natural blonde hair was braided very
nicely, and her mascara was absolutely perfect. "Ashley?" came Stan's voice
through the intercom system. The young woman recognized that devious tone in his
voice. She smiled because of it, while pressing the intercom button before
saying, "Yes sir?" "I need you to take some DICKtation for me." The smile on
Ashley's lovely face got even wider.  Her day at work had suddenly taken a turn
for the better!  "Sir, give me a second, and I'll be right in."

In the adjoining office, Stan turned the intercom system off and then reached for
the bulge in his slacks.  His erection was already at full strength, and it hurt
because it strained against his slacks.  He gave his cock a single pump,
adjusting it.  Now, he felt a bit more comfortable. "What the hell..." he said
outloud, smiling, deciding to unbutton his slacks.  He pushed his boxers down a
bit, and then his hard cock popped out into view.  It stuck straight up in the
air, like a flagpole.  No longer confined, the hurt was gone. Stan gripped his
cock as the door to his office opened, then Ashley brought herself and that hot
body of hers inside.  Stan pumped himself at the sight of his secretary in her
sexy outfit. "Afternoon, sweetheart," he grinned. "And a good afternoon to you
too, sir," she said, closing the door behind her.  "Don't worry!  No one is going
to bother us.  I put the `out to lunch' sign on the front door and locked it.  I
also turned on the answering machine for anyone who calls." Stan smiled again,
and motioned for his secretary to come closer.  She did, sashaying sexily over to
him, and then took a seat in his lap.  "Oooooh," the slut cooed, looking down and
noticing his huge erection.  "Is that for me, sir?"  She reached down and gave it
a gentle pump of her own. "It sure is," he replied, placing a hand on her hip. 
"Did I ever tell you that you're my favorite secretary of all time?" Ashley
smiled at him.  "No, but I already knew that.  And I also know it's not because
of my typing or filing skills."  Her smile became wider.  "It's because you're a
dirty old man, and I let you do anything you want to me." "Dirty old man?" he
laughed, liking that.  "What?  I'm 59 and you are 24.  But age is just a number. 
I feel much younger." She gave his cock another squeeze.  "I'm glad you do, sir."
Then, the blonde reclined back just a bit, and starting tugging at the lower half
of her blouse.  "But you're still a dirty old man.  A dirty old man who cheats on
his wife of 30-plus years." Stan shrugged his shoulders.  "If my wife was as hot
as you, and as sexually driven as you, maybe I wouldn't cheat on her. But she is
almost as old as me, and has no interest in sex any longer.  Where do I get my
satisfaction, if not from her?" "From ME," Ashley grinned, pumping his hard shaft
again.  "I am your little plaything; your personal fuck toy."  She kissed the tip
of his nose, and giggled.  "I'm definitely not worried or upset that you cheat on
your wife with me."  She shrugged her shoulders and suppressed a laugh.  "After
all, you're not the only married man I have fucked in my lifetime." Stan grinned.
 "And I likely won't be the last one, either."

Ashley pulled her form-fitting blouse over her head and off, exposing her large
pair of breasts, and the tiny white bra which concealed them.  Stan reached out
and cupped each jug-like globe, enjoying their vast firmness.  Ashley looked down
and watched him massage her breasts for a bit, before finding his mouth for a
deep and passionate kiss. The boss and secretary duo wrapped their arms tightly
around each other as the kiss became even more extreme and heated.  Both tongues
played with each other, going from mouth to mouth, as all four hands were in
constant motion along shoulders and backs. Ashley broke off the kiss so she could
began unbuttoning her boss' shirt.  Meanwhile, Stan unhooked her bra behind her
back, and whisked it off.  He again cupped her breasts, thumbing each thick
nipple.  Once unbuttoned, Ashley pushed his shirt down and let it fall to the
floor. Stan embraced his secretary again, this time roughly, then leaned over and
kissed each of her nipples.  Ashley, meanwhile, maneuvered his slacks and boxers
lower.  Stan responded by pushing Ashley out of his lap and then standing up,
letting his his slacks and boxers fall to the floor as well. As he stepped out of
each, Ashley dropped to her knees in front of him and grasped his cock.  Stan
moaned and smiled in utter pleasure as he felt her moist lips wrap themseleves
hotly around his hard erection.  "No one can suck cock better than you,
sweetheart," he gently told her.  "Absolutely no one." Stan leaned over and
placed his hands upon Ashley's back as she stood in her knees in front of him. 
He caressed her back and then reached lower, all the way to her skirt-clad ass. 
Bent over now, Stan tightly gripped and squeezed Ashley's sweet ass as her arms
were wrapped around his waist, her mouth sucking his cock. The blonde squealed as
her boss continued groping and mauling her ass.  She rocked back slightly,
jutting her backside out, so Stan could have better access to it.  He moaned as
she continued blowing him, while unbuttoning the back of her black-and-white
miniskirt.  He undid all three tiny buttons and then peeled the ultra-tight skirt
open, and down slightly. Stan then reached inside the back of her skirt, and
rubbed her firm ass and the frilly white panties underneath, just before pushing
the skirt off, down to her knees.  The woman gyrated her hips in erotic circles
as Stan's hands continued groping away. All the while, Ashley had been working on
his hard cock, busy sucking and slurping away at it, her head bobbing
back-and-forth in front of him.  She loved to give head.  It was one of her most
favorite activities to take part in.  If Ashley could suck off every single man
in the entire world, she would be very happy. Stan decided to take a seat in his
office chair, and Ashley followed him, her mouth never leaving his erection. 
Stan looked down and admired the sight of Ashley.  Her lips formed a big 'O'
around his cock, as her brown eyes shined in delight up at him. She simply had a
lovely face; a gorgeous face, and her long, stylish blonde hair framed it
perfectly.  And the rest of her shapely, taut body was absolutely divine to Stan.
 It looked even better now, since she was nearly nude.  All that remained on her
were the high-heels and panties. Ashley's head continued bobbing, now over his
cock, as her right hand started to pump its base. "I love your cock, sir," she
said, taking it out and offering a long lick in the open air.  "I just love it!"
"I love you," Stan groaned lowly, not loud enough for her to hear him.  He smiled
down at her, giving her a reply.  He did love her.  If not for his wife, Stan
wouldn't mind taking Ashley home and using her as his full-time fuck doll.  She
was every single thing which he had ever fantasized about in a woman. Ashley took
his cock back into her mouth and resumed her sucking action.  Stan countered by
rubbing her shoulders and neck, his fingers digging erotically into her skin.  He
also started thrusting his hips upward each time Ashley's mouth went on a
downstroke. "Come here, honey," he said, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her
up, her mouth leaving his cock.  He reached out and quickly slid her panties down
and off, then spread his legs in the chair and grasped his erection, so it
pointed straight up. Ashley stepped astride his outstretched legs and then took a
seat herself, his hard cock sliding right up into her wet pussy. "Oh, sir!" the
slut moaned loudly, as she started to bounce up-and-down upon his thick shaft. 
She used his shoulders for support as he reached out and again mauled her breasts
with both hands.  Stan slumped lower in the chair, almost to the point when he
was laying on it, his knees bent and feet on the carpet. "You're incredible,
sweetheart," the boss moaned up at his secretary, watching her large breasts flop
about as she bounced upon his erection.  He had a perfect view, able to watch his
cock disappear and then re-appear between her thighs, in a continual pattern. 
His hardness filled the slut's tight pussy, bringing her wonderful and erotic
sensations of passion. "You're incredible too, sir!" Ashley squealed, full of
lust. Stan smiled and grasped her hips, hoping to make her bouncing motion faster
and harder.  He was successful, and it only brought more pleasure to each person.
 Stan then gripped and squeezed her ass, mauling it, and continued the assistance
with her bouncing. "FUCK SIR!" Ashley screamed, as she felt one of his fingers
pressing hard against her puckered anus. Stan gasped and smiled up at her.  "You
like that, baby?" "FUCK YES!" she boomed, quickly losing her modesty (not that
this slut had much to begin with).  "OHHHHH!  Keep fucking me!" "You nasty,
foul-mouthed little bitch," Stan smiled, slapping her hip with his hand. 
"Someone needs to wash your mouth out!" "Yeah," she exclaimed, "with cum!" 
Ashley moaned very loudly and then added, "Will you do that for me, sir?  Cum in
my mouth?" "Anything you want," he said, laboring to keep up with the fast-paced
sex action.  "I'll let you know when I'm ready, baby." "SIRRRRR!" the slut cooed,
his cock pounding her insides. "You're nothing but a bimbo!" Stan exclaimed,
enjoying the leniency to degrade her.  Ashley liked being talked down to. "You're
so much a bimbo, your only worry is who you fuck next!" "I'm thinking about that
right now!" Ashley laughed, still bouncing up-and-down wildly.  The action
between them was so serious and extreme that each time Ashley went on a
downstroke, her ass made a hard SLAPping noise as it pounded his hips. "Up
against the wall!" Stan exclaimed, hoping a change of sexual position would let
him last a bit longer before orgasm. Ashley complied, quickly slipping off his
hips and going over to the wall.  Still in the pair of high-heels, she placed
both hands against the wall and leaned over, jutting her ass outward.  Stan
quickly moved up behind her and grasped her hips, and started thrusting his cock
into her pussy, once again. "FUCKING SLUT!" he screamed, losing himself in the
heat of the moment.  The sight of Ashley bent at the waist and grabbing the wall
as he fucked her pussy from behind made him feel even more excited than before.
Stan loved this position, having the ability to grab her ass and pound his pelvis
against it, while his cock infiltrated her insides.  This was also a good
position for anal sex, he thought. Stan wanted the mutual fucking action to
continue, but just couldn't hold himself in much longer.  Orgasm was imminent,
and he could already tell that it was going to be a powerful one. "I'm gonna
CUM!" he screamed, still thrusting his cock in and out of her soaked pussy.
Ashley immediately turned around and dropped to her knees, and fastenened her
lips around his trembling cock.  Her fingers kneaded his balls as her mouth and
tongue worked on his shaft, causing it to suddenly erupt, quicker than expected.
Ashley gagged and then smiled as his thick, gooey sperm shot into her awaiting,
thirsty mouth.  Stan closed his eyes tight and moaned in pure lust as the blonde
slut beneath him busily slurped and swallowed his rich load down her throat.  He
looked down and noticed her piercing brown eyes staring right back up at him.  He
smiled at the sight, completely lost in lust with his very own "Tickle-Me-Ashley
Doll".

"Oh, sir..." Ashley moaned as Stan took a seat on the floor beside her.  He
brought his lips to hers and kissed her, not at all concerned that her mouth was
coated with his own cum.  Stan then reached out and embraced his secretary,
holding her close. "I got this private beach house down the coast," he told her.
"How would you like it if we went down there for a weekend?" "A weekend?" she
asked softly, thinking.  "I'll have to ask Robert, my boyfriend, but I'm sure he
won't mind since I'll be with you.  He knows what goes on between the two of us
here, you know.  But could you last for the weekend, sir?"  She smiled sweetly at
him.  "I may wear you out the first night." Stan grinned as well.  "Don't worry,
I won't wear out that easily.  I'll be prepared for an entire weekend with you."
Ashley kissed his shoulder and said, "Instead of calling it a beach house, we'll
be able to call it a fuck house!"

And after what happened at the beach house, the statement Ashley made was very
accurate.