Community Wives Club
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
The local wife's club has started a dance group, what could be wrong with that!

Community Wives Club

The Honey Grove area was a nice place to live in, it was quite well off, not
too posh and not a rundown estate either, just a good, nice area to live in.
The people were also nice, friendly, good people, and there was a busily
community centre where the local wife's club met. It also had a bar where the
husbands could have a drink and talk football as well, so everyone was happy.
There were as a number of gatherings and events held there, especially when
the weather was fine, and various clubs and groups that catered for everyone's
tastes and needs!

The community centre was basically run by the wife's club, to which the vast
majority of the local women belonged to, and then within the club various
ladies set up their own groups. These groups consisted of everything from the
weekend Kids Club, Mondays Knitting Circle, Tuesdays Baking group, Wednesdays
Dressing making group, Thursdays Pottery class and Fridays very popular Wines
tasting group! Of course, there were many more groups than just these, and
arranging all these different groups was a major challenge for the Wife's Club
committee. There was a lot going on and a lot to keep the wives of Honey Grove
busy and content. So much so that the committee had even had a meeting and
talked about putting up another noticeboard in the reception area to cope with
all this!

With all the activities that went on at the community centre, and with the
wife's club in particular, this meant that many women spent a lot of time in
and out of the centre building. So, with a lot of time being spent by mostly
the women here that meant that a 'few' of the men had some extra time on their
hands to kill. The wives spent time with their clubs and groups and the
husbands, well maybe there was some extra time' spent with secretaries and
girlfriends. But as the men didn't ask about, or object to the events going on
in the community centre then they 'assumed' the wives didn't object to their
'activities!' So, everyone was a winner, sort of!

All these clubs and groups needed space and rooms to meet in, and after many
years of deliberation a good size extension had been added onto the main
building a couple of years ago. The largest of the rooms, E1, had been
originally set side as the new committee room and storage area. But due to the
popularity of the community centre this room was already being used most days
for numerous groups to meet in. So, the committee was still in their original
upstairs room in the building, and they would have to have to arrange another
meeting, at a convenient time for all the members, to discuss this pressing
'issue!'

Someone new to the area, who had only just arrived here, like Mrs Taylor,
Julie, would be impressed with all this and maybe a bit overwhelmed by just
how much went on here. As she took a stroll down to the community centre to
have a look around and get involved with the wife's club and she was indeed
impressed with what she saw. In the reception area, there was a table full of
literature about everything and anything that someone might want to know and
do.

She looked up at the noticeboard, and scanned the crowded board to see what
was going on and what there was to grab her interest, which group would take
her fancy and what would she like to join? As her eyes, flicked form one
notice to another she thought that another noticeboard could be needed here,
there was so much happening. Her eyes took in every notice, for inspiration,
it would be a while before she got to the last, small, flyer in the bottom
right hand corner that was advertising the new dance group, the belly dancing
group, maybe this would be for her?

It just so happened that the group, the belly dancing group, was due to be
meeting that day and already there was something going on in room E1, where
the meeting was to take place. From the reception area, down the main hallway
and all the way to the bottom of it there was another corridor that went off
to the left. At the end of that side corridor was a door that lead into the
new extension block and into room E1.

Room E1 was quite large and was used by a number of different groups at the
community centre, but for toady it was simply set out. In the centre of the
room was a single chair, quite an old fashion chair, but still just a chair.
The room was partially lit, the light mostly fell into the centre of the room
and around that chair. Just then there was a noise as the door at the top end
of the room, that led to a changing room, the door opened and someone entered
the room. Light flooded in from the changing room until the person had moved
inside and closed the door behind them.

There was a slight pause, almost as if the person who had entered had stopped
and, maybe, thought about why they were there! Then there were soft footsteps
as they set off across the hard wood floor towards the solitary chair. As they
walked across the floor and into the light the person became clearer to see,
he was a lad, a youthful male, tallish, blondish and cuteish. Some women
might, and some had, refer to him as a nice piece of young eye candy, he was
the kind of lad that could easily raise an eyebrow with a certain kind of
woman.

The lad, Lester, reached the chair and sat down, he waited there for a moment
feeling a little awkward, to say the least, as this was all very new and
different for him. But he didn't have to wait long as there was the sound of
some movement off to the side in the shadows and then music, slowly and softy
to start with, filled the room. The sound that now caressed and moved around
the lad was the hunting melody of the middle east, the kind of music you would
hear in some old movie or in a restaurant that was trying to create the right
kind of atmosphere!

Lester felt a kind of shiver move up his spine and the music began to fill his
ears, and then on the edge of the light area there was movement. In front of
him was the flitting sight of a woman, a dancer, who was moving in and out of
the light as she also, listened to the music and now moved her body to it
hypnotic rhythm.

In and out of the shadows she moved, giving the lad a glimpsing look at her as
she twirled and spun around, as she moved around the lad sat in the middle of
the light on the chair. He moved his head around to watch her, to look at her.
To take in how she danced, how she looked, how she moved and how exciting and
erotic this all was, for such a young lad. The more he looked, watched, the
more she danced and came into the light, and as the sign on the door said
'Belly Dance Class'. There was no guessing what 'style' of dancing she was now
'performing', for him!

The woman's gyrating performance was mesmerising for this youth, for any young
lad, as he watched wide-eyed, she was hypnotising the boy with her dance or
was it with her body and how it moved? She did have a great body so that went
a long way to making the dance even more enjoyable for young Lester. She was
also attractive, which hadn't gone unnoticed and enjoyed by the lad as he
carried on watching her as her arms moved around high above her as she now
twirled around and around.

The dancer, the woman, was Sonya, a tall brunette and a woman of some beauty.
She was dressed in a white costume adorned with glittering sparkling silver
decoration. She wore a pair of those baggy Arabian trousers, with the long
splits down each side, the front and back. With the front right section and
rear left section tied to her ankles. This allowed the other two free sections
to fly out as she went into one of her spins, giving an enticing glimpse of
her long smooth legs. Then as her spin stops those lose sections of her
trousers fell back down a hid most of her legs, until she spun again, or her
legs slipped out as she moved around.

Further up, at the top of these trousers was a large collecting of various
silver chains, long, short, thick, thin, all moving and shaking in time with
her gyrating hips. Going up further, after he could take his eyes away from
her tempting legs, there was her open, flat, firm stomach, with the cute
little jewel stuck there in her belly button. So, when she did that 'hip
shimmy' and her midriff shakes in that way, it was difficult for the lad to
think about little else than running his tongue across it, as she still
wiggles!

Lester's mouth was going dry as the woman twirled, gyrated, spun, waved her
arms and shimmed, then his eyes moved up even further, to her chest! Sonya was
quite endowered here, the woman was 38 close to 39, and by coincident her age
matched her chest. So, it was no wonder that the lad swallowed hard as he
admired the decorative top, the bra that held all this in. The top was again
white and covered again in many silver chains and cords, in fact is was a bit
too decorative and almost looked as if it was a chainmail bra. But the lad
didn't mind, it just made it all very interesting, as it pushed the woman's
breast up and out and when she shook her chest in his direction! 'Oh God', as
he began to get that stirring feeling deep, down, inside of him.

The costume was finished off a pair of sleeves, not full length, they started
just before her wrist and finished just past her elbows. The same white
material and design at the rest of her outfit and with more silver chains
attached for decoration. Lastly in all this for the lad to take in was the
woman's face, her attractive looks, her smiles. Her body was great, the way
she was dressed was so striking, her dancing was getting his blood pumping and
her attractive face finished off this amazing woman.

She had a simple yet attractive face, with almost bright hazel eyes, an
infectious smile and her long curly hair. Long hair that came way down her
back and as she danced and her hands went up to her head she would pushed her
hair forward so it fell over her large breast and down towards her midriff.
But even with her long, full thick hair, her breasts couldn't be hidden, this
seemed to just emphasise just how big she was in that area.

As Sonya danced around Lester, she slowly got closer and closer to the lad,
she could see that his eyes never left her, he was fascinated with her, her
body, her dancing. The woman knew this, she could see in his eyes just what
effect she was having on him with her dancing, she was exciting him, arousing
him! The boy looked uncomfortable as he sat in that chair, he looked hot, 'was
that a bead of sweat running down the side of his face?' Now it was time to
see 'just' how much he was enjoying her dancing!

Lester was dressed in a blue bathrobe, his hands clasped together across his
lap as he sat there, as if he was trying to 'hide something' under there! As
Sonya shimmed her way further to him he had an almost scared look on his face,
that pleased her. And now as she was there in front of him and she could see
into his sweet blue eyes she knew he was ready for her.

She brought her leg up, and let her foot move in close, she flicked her foot
one way then the other, an indication to the boy for him to move his hands,
which he nervously did. Now, and with some skill, Sonya, still balanced on
just her other foot, she used the toes on her hovering foot, to undo the
loosely tied cord around the lad's robe. With the cord easily undone she again
twisted her foot and flicked the cord to the side. With that done her foot now
slipped unguarded through his robs and onto his ... ... 'OOOOHHHH!'

There was a sharp intake of breath from Lester as the woman's foot now moved
up and down on his crotch and stomach. Sonya's smile seemed to grow and she
shock her breast in his direction and flicked the boy's bathrobe open, to
reveal the lad to her in just his pair of boxer shorts. But both of them knew
that those shorts weren't going to stop her! Now the foot slid into his boxers
and her toes found what they were looking for, a quick flick of her foot and
the lads growing cock was now out and on display.

She was good with that foot of hers and if he'd thought about it Lester might
have wondered just how she could do all that so easily? But just right now as
Sonya rested her foot on his cock and slowly rubbed him with it, his mind was
concentrating on something else! He could have been watching her dance, how
her arms moved as if they were a pair of wings gliding through the air. Or how
even her fingers seemed to be dancing all by themselves to the music. Lester
didn't even notice, well not now, how Sonya's chest moved from side to side or
how her belly shimmed and that jewel in her bellybutton caught the light with
all that movement and sparkled.

No all the lad could think about right now was how good the foot that was
resting on his cock felt, how the older woman, his own erotic dancer was
teasing him, how she was stimulating him with that foot as she rubbed him. Up
and down her foot went and even an experience woman like Sonya was more than a
little impressed with how the cock under her foot was getting bigger and
harder. As she played with it, she was pleased with 'his' performance, so far.
Lester was breathing hard with sharp breaths as he tried to hold himself
together while the exotic dancer delighted him. Sonya knew it was time to
take, this dance, up a notch or two!

She took her foot off of the lad's cock, Lester shuddered, his eyes widened
and there was a look of horror, anguish on his young, boyish face, she was
pleased with that. Now with both her feet back on the ground the belly dance,
squatted down low, she moved in close and astride the chair. Not sitting on
the lad but hovering just a fraction off of him, her strong legs holding her
in position. She came in even closer and almost thrusted her ample chest
straight into the poor lad's face, still she hung just over him, but she was
good and every now and again the silk material of her trousers would touch his
cock and he knew he was within a hair's breadth of putting his throbbing cock
... ... !

Then Sonya grabbed the lad by his head as she could see his eyes glazing over,
the woman knew she had broken the young lad, sexually, just by dancing for
him, well sort of! But still she had 'other' plans for her young, cute boy!
With her hands on his head she pulled him into her chest 'Oh God!' As his face
fell into her cleavage and he felt her large soft breasts on his cheeks, he
was in ... ... OOOOWWWWHHHH! THUD!

Having lost compete concentrate as she smothered him with her well-endowed
chest, the youth was taken completely by surprise. As Sonya had buried
Lester's face in her bulging bosom, and the lad had become totally overwhelmed
by the touch, feel and smell of a woman, she had made her move. She'd leant
back quickly and holding onto her boy tightly she'd taken him with her, back,
and up off the chair. Yanking him up so fast and using the momentum, she had
flipped him completely over, twisting, spinning the lad around. Summersaulting
him over her as she fell backwards and onto her back on the floor.

Lester went flying forward and then over, he turned and revolved around as he
was flung and flew through the air, his arms and legs went everywhere as he
tried to grab onto thin air. Then eventually he came down to earth and dropped
like a stone onto the hard wooden floor with a heft thud! He was stunned,
shocked and, 'Ouch', a bit hurt! Face down and with a sore chin, that had
struck the floor, Lester went to push himself up when OOOUUUHHH! He felt
himself being lifted up and then dropping back down to the floor, it took a
second or two for him to realise that his dancing lady had grabbed hold of him
by his bathrobe and whipped it off of him. In one swift movement, she'd
disrobed him and left there on the floor in just his boxers!

His arms had been pulled back and out of the robes sleeves and behind him, so
as he dropped again there was nothing there to prevent his chin once more
banging into the floor, again THUD! The next thing he knew was feeling the
cold feet of the woman on his back as she carried on with her performance and
now danced over his back. It wasn't the most pleasant, or for that matter, the
most unpleasant experience, and then he saw the woman leap off of him, over
his head and to the floor in front of where he lay. As Sonya leapt and her
foot came down on the floor, Lester's head came up to look at the woman, and
he carried on trying to push himself upwards. In that moment when her foot
came down she turned, spun around, it was a graceful, stylish, dancers
spinning movement. At the same time her other leg went out and connected with
the lad's jaws as his head was now just high enough to receive her foot WHACK!
OOOWWWWW!

Another sudden and surprise movement for the older dancer and the younger lad
now went rolling across the floor holding his throbbing, hurting jaw after the
hard blow she'd given him. Sonya spun round, twisting as she carried on with
her dance, as if the sudden 'altercation' with her admirer was all part of the
routines, maybe it was?

Her 'routine' took her around the lad on the floor, then up into the air where
she twirled around and around, her delicate foot shot outwards, pointing
forwards as her straight leg could been seen, and such a fine leg it was too.
Lester had stopped rolling around and was on his back having just shock off
the main, painful sensation of that kick, then, THUD! UUUFFFFF! The delicate
foot, at the end of that straight leg came down hard, straight into the lad
stomach, 'well it was his own fault for getting in the way of where she was
going to land!'

As she 'stepped' on him, hard, her other leg shot forward so she could step
off and carry on with her dance, but the damage had been done, Lester was
again in agony and hurt. As the foot came down, the rest of his body lurched
upwards, due to the searing pain in his gut. When she was off of him, he
grabbed onto his stomach and again rolled around, a hurt little boy and the
woman just blissfully carried on with her dance.

The next, painful, thing the Lester felt was being dragged up by his hair, up
off the floor, he manged to open his eyes and look up as he was hauled onto
his knees, but the only thing he saw was, WHACK! OOOFFFFF! The back of Sonya's
hand came down hard across his face, not hard enough to mark him, too much,
but enough, to hurt him and grab his attention! SMACK! UUUUHHHHHH! But the
second swishing strike was a more vicious one, not designed to grab his
attention this time, just to hurt him, and impose her dominance over him,
which it did nicely.

At that moment as Sonya looked down at the lad she held she could see that
glint of fear in young Lester's eyes. His boyish look of lust and desire for
her which until only a few moments ago had been on his cute face was now
replaced by a look of horror and fright. But even so he was in awe of the
woman, for more than just one reason, the woman, the sexy, erotic dancer that
had excited him, so much, had now turned into a female wiper. A dominate
dancer who hit out, struck and hurt him and still had that enigmatic smile of
her face as she did this.

Sonya now let go and ran her fingers through the lad's hair, she smirked, no
it was a grin, the lad could see a grin that had a certain 'something' about
it, he wondered what she was thinking right now, SMACK! That extra 'something'
was her leg, her thigh that swung around and slammed into the side of his
face. The grin might have been a sign that she liked the lad, he was cute, but
the thigh was a reminder that he was knelt before her and she was in control.
The blow knocked Lester over, his hands, arms went out to stop him falling
back to the floor, but, WHACK! But her foot went into his gut and sent him
once more rolling over and across that floor.

The youth wasn't down for long, as the older woman had him back up and SMASH!
She danced! She sent the lad around the room as she danced, she allowed him to
become part of her routine. Sonya moved, turned, kicked out and send her foot
into Lester, the boy went stumbling and tumbling. Each kick, left its mark,
each foot that landed hurt, sent pain through his body, injuring and agonising
the lad. A foot landed in the centre of his chest, sending him backwards, then
a spin and another foot came his way, the heel drove into the side of his jaw
and now Lester himself went spinning around.

As he went around the woman reached out grabbed onto the twirling lad and
HHUUUUU! THUD! She not only had strong legs but strong arms and hands. The boy
was taken, pulled back, hauled up into the air and turned over, then slammed
into the floor OOOOWWWHHHH!

If all that wasn't enough for Lester then the woman's 'encore' was more than
he could handle! She took her boy back up onto his feet and for a final dance
around, he was slapped, kick, hit, and kicked some more around the room until
she could see he was done for. Well not completely, she wasn't going to
completely finish him off, there were a 'few' other things she had planned for
him, where he would still need 'some' energy! Holding onto his arms and seeing
that Lester was on wobbly legs and surrender in his eyes, she turned pulled
the youth with her, and flung him around and down to the floor THUD! Now she
was finished with him, and with the dancer's foot now firm placed on his
having chest she claimed her victory over him.

Sonya's arms went up into the air, a dancer's move, or a victory pose, it was
all the same, and with this the rest of the lights went on in room E1 and
there was a loud, sudden round of applause. As the lights lickers into life
those clapping now came into sight, a group of women, a band of dancer, an
assembly of performers had all been there in the dark, out of the way. But
they had all been watching, they all saw the lad when he arrived and how the
older woman danced for him. They witnessed how Lester had been excited and
aroused by Sonya, and then they had all been spectators for the dominate
woman's harsh treatment of the lad.

But it had been a performance they had all enjoyed and now as Lester was
brought up to his knees again his's eyes focused in on the group of women,
they familiar faces came into focus. This was the belly dancing group; each
woman was dressed in her normal costume for this activity and the lad knew
each and every one of them.

Firstly, there was Mrs Harris, she was the youngest of the 'belly dancing
group', a fit woman in her early 20's with long fair hair and with a very
good, sharply, firm, body and matching attractive looks, with a full, firm
smile. She was dressed in a pair of purple silk trouser, with hugh bell
bottoms and splits down each leg to show the flesh of her toned legs. They
were decorated with gold & orange, and black & white swirling patters, further
up was a firm, flat stomach and then her matching top, bra, same colours, same
design, holding firm larges breasts. All in all, here was a delightful,
delicious, firm woman.

Next in line was Mrs Avic, she was in her early 30' a dark hair beauty of
Turkish decent and although she'd never done belly dancing before, she was a
natural to all this, must be in the blood. A woman with a strong, but
attractive look, with her long very curly, jet black hair. She was dressed in
a bright yellow outfit, a long skirt down to the ground with a single split at
the front, and all the way up the top of her skirt. Then a second toned, firm
stomach, going up to a yellow top that held in her ample bust, with cleavage
on show and her natural darkish skin it was as simple but very effective and
ever so sexy look.

Then there was Mrs Gilbert, the 28year old redhead of the group, with her fair
soft skin and long straight red hair she stood out, as did her bright red lips
that she always seemed to have and thrusting chest that her cloths never did
seem to quite hide! But now her was dressed to show off, in her emerald green
outfit with its silver & black pattern that seemed to glisten and shine. The
long skirt with her long leg pushed through the split, as if showing off a bit
more. Further up was her slim stomach then the top that her large chest pushed
out so forcefully. A striking redhead with a stunning body, a woman who could
set you on fire!

Followed by Mrs Mahmood, who'd recently turned 30, the shortest of the group
and although not fat, by any means, her body was firm, sturdy. She had curves,
hips, a round arse and a good size chest. Originally from the sub-continent,
with soft, toned skin and long hair that was dyed dark purple, which gave her
quite a unique look. She was dressed, a dark cream outfit, with lots of dark
gold decoration, the skirt was more like woven strands of material and then
more strands went up from her skirt around her midriff and up to a bra, then
around her neck. Exotic, erotic with a hint of the dangerous as well, from
this curvy beauty!

Almost at the end was Mrs Martel, the tall, good looking blond woman, with
stunning blue eyes that always seemed to be looking only at 'you!' Her golden
hair was long and always seemed to be pushed forward and resting on top of her
shoulders. Dressed in a see-through costume that left little, but enough, to
the imagination. The skirt and bra were made from thin, brown, see-through
material, laced with gold & silver decoration, that made largish patterns in
'strategic' placed so it wasn't, all, completely see-through, everywhere! But
you saw enough to know her legs were long, her body was lush, her breasts
where large, she was a very tasty woman.

Lastly was Mrs Conway, she was the oldest woman in the group, with a firm,
even stern look about her, but not unattractive at all, just a, sexy, strict
look. She also had a firm, hard body, a good body, which was on display thanks
to her outfit. A pale skirt with the customary split for her good legs to make
their appearance, and a matching stylish bra. Both skirt and bra were
decorated with so many cords, chains of peals, she also worn wrist & arm
bands, again with cords of peals going from one to the other. Her breasts
where full, large, her hair was album and curly, her glare was severe, she was
a desirable woman, but one to be reckoned with!

Mrs Conway looked firstly at the lad on his knees then up to Sonya, the
dancer, her Sister, and the older woman could she the obvious smile, smirk of
secret delight on her younger Sisters face, 'typical!'

As he knelt there in front of all these other women, with the dominate dancer
next to him, holding him tight by his hair he felt, hurt, embarrassed, in
pain, humiliated and also, he could feel that there was still a bulge in his
boxer shorts. Her dancing had aroused the lad, and her beating of him has also
had its own sexual effect on Lester, and the boy knew that. Also, young Lester
knew these women in front of him and they knew him, especially the woman at
the far end, the stern looking Mrs Conway, his Mother! Which meant the woman
that had just danced for him, just excited him and had just beat him was his
Aunty Sonya!

"Well then ladies ... ... " Aunty Sonya addressed the 'audience', her dance
group, " ... ... you've all seen what to do now, you will all come up with
your own dance routine and you will practice it on our young volunteer here!"
She tugged at Lester to indicate it was him! The 'dance' group had been put
together by these woman, for one main reason, each of their husbands were
being naughty little boys with someone else, and not being a good little
husband as they were supposed to be. The ladies had decided to do something
about this. The idea was to tantalised, teases and torment the men with a sexy
dance, so why not a belly dance, then get them all to the point of euphoria,
before they beat the hell out of them!

Tease the men with their bodies, the trash them with their fists, that will
teach them! But with dance you need to practice, that was where Lester came
in, he'd been 'persuaded' to act as the 'husbands' so the ladies could perfect
their dance routine. Sonya's demonstration as to how to do this would be the
basis of the other women's routines.

"Next week you will all get a chance to practice here with our own little lad,
remember you need to bring him, to the point of no return, and only then do
you turn nasty, remember that ladies." There were a few giggles and smiles.
"So, good night ladies, think about your routines while I take this one away
and go through 'another routine 'with him!" There was laughter from the ladies
and a shaking of her head and tutting for Lester's Mum at her Sisters words.

Sonya, still holding her Nephew by his hair dragged the boy around and walked
him off towards the changing room on all fours, and the other ladies began to
leave, class over for today. As they got to the changing room they stopped,
Sonya turned around and pointed, "First one up next week will be ... ... you!
And if your routine 'hits the mark', you know what I mean, you'll get to have
some 'other' practice with this one!" Lester's head was shaken as if pointing
him out again and there were more giggles and laughter. But that was all
Lester knew, he didn't see who his Aunt had pointed to so he didn't know who
would be 'dancing for him' first!

Then there was a sudden thought, 'all the women where to practice their
routines, but one of them was his ... ... !" 'OOOWWWHHH' Lester was dragged
into the changing room.

A little while later and out in the hallway the ladies of the belly dancing
group having grabbed their coats were all happily chatting and laughing
amongst themselves, even Mrs Conway seem mildly pleased. They all went past
Julie, Mrs Taylor, who had just finished reading all the notices on the board
and come to the belly dancing group flyer. Julie notice the woman and thought
'maybe that was for her', she went for a stroll around the centre to get a
feel for the place. 'After all she did have her own pet snake at home, so
maybe she could use that in a dance routine?'

Julie found herself in room E1 having seen the sign 'Belly Dance Class' she
looked around the room, saw the single chair that had been knocked over in the
centre of the room and was about to leave when she heard a noise. It was a
moan, a loud moan, coming from the other side of the door at the far end, she
went and had a look. The door was slightly open and she peers through the gap,
'Oh My!'

There was a good-looking woman laying on her back on what looked like a bench,
astride her was a youthful looking lad, he was cute, and Julie could see he
was big and hard, in a certain area! The lad was thrusting his big, hard cock
between the large firm breasts of the woman on her back 'Well I never!' Julie
was shocked, at first, then suddenly she was very pleasantly surprised. Julie
watched, the woman on her back was moaning, the lad was groaning as he
thrusted his cock in between her tits. Mrs Taylor could see he was a very
eager lad and she wonder just what class this was and more to the point when
could she join ... ... ?