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21 January 2008 @ 05:52 am
Sing My Body Electric 1/8  

Title: Sing My Body Electric
Author: ladygray99
Chapter: 1/8
Pairing: Charlie/Colby
Rating: NC-17, FRAO P SC GV
Disclaimer: Belongs to other people, not me.
Warnings/Squicks: Violence, Violent Sex, BDSM, and people talking about their feelings.
Summary: With love comes danger both from without and within. 

Previous chapters: None
Notes: The long awaited much feared sequel to The Modern Man I Sing The second part of Whitman ‘verse.  Here there be dragons.
Feedback: Feedback makes me very happy and makes my fingers type faster. Feedback is love.
Beta(s):The wonderful
[info]riverotter1951 and [info]ri_se tackled this fic, except for the bits I added ten minutes ago.





Sing My Body Electric
Lady Gray


AS Adam, early in the morning,
Walking forth from the bower, refresh’d with sleep;
Behold me where I pass—hear my voice—approach,
Touch me—touch the palm of your hand to my Body as I pass;
Be not afraid of my Body.
- As Adam, Early in the Morning, Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman


Part One
A New Suit and All the Fun that comes with it


Charlie stretched in the early morning light. The alarm by the bed wouldn’t go off for another fifteen minutes. He ran a thumb gently over the bite mark on his shoulder and smiled. It was the only place Colby would come close to breaking the no blood rule. The teeth marks hadn’t disappeared in well over a year. ‘One year, five months, two weeks, three days.’ Neither man needed a psych degree to know Colby was marking his territory, reminding Charlie who the one person allowed to touch him was.

 Colby was still asleep. Charlie liked this, liked being able to spend the night, liked the Amendments to their Arrangement. The Amendments that allowed for kissing, and long weekends having slow, soft, lazy sex, with Colby still being able to give him what he needed when the numbers started to become too much.

 Charlie knew he should feel guilty about Amita, he’d have to deal with that soon. Maybe after he had a better idea about how long the Amendments to the Arrangement were going to last. He should also probably talk to Larry about it first. He’d talk to his dad or Don usually but that would require explaining things he didn’t think Don or his father were statistically likely be ok with.

 “Stop thinking.”

 Charlie turned his head to the sleepy voice. Colby had woken up. “How do you know I’m thinking?”

 “You think loudly, I can hear it.” Charlie didn’t answer, just stretched under the sheet reveling in the way his body felt. The slight ache of well worked and stretched muscles a pleasant reminder of the previous night.

 Colby wondered how Charlie ever got the reputation of being a klutz. It must be the clothes because naked the man moved like a dancer, damn near had the flexibility of one as well. “Are you coming in to the office today?”

 “Yeah, I need to present those findings to Don and that DEA crew.”

 Colby shook his head. “I still don’t know how you saw a pattern in all that mess.  I mean it was what thirty killings, forty busts?”

 “More data I have the easier it is to find a connection”

 “Well, I’m sure they’ll be impressed.”

 Charlie made a noncommittal hum. “I’m thinking of wearing one of my new suits today.” Charlie said.

 “You got a new suit?”

 “I found a gray hair last week.”

 “Awwww poor baby.” Charlie gave Colby a playful push.

 “Also Millie suggested that it’s time I started to cultivate a more adult look.”

 “Just as long as you don’t cut your hair.”

 Charlie smiled. Charlie’s hair was Colby’s second favorite thing to get a good grip on. “I promise. Those deadbeats at DoD finally coughed up money for consulting work I did a year ago, so I took it as a sign or something.”

 “The great Professor Eppes believing in signs.” Colby teased.

 “Talk to my dad long enough and you’ll start believing in the second gunman on the grassy knoll.”

 “So you went shopping?”

 “Got Megan to take me shopping.”

 “Really? You gonna show up looking like some fed? ‘Cause that might kill your brother.”

 “You’ll just have to wait and see.” The alarm clock went off and Colby whacked it with little finesse.

 “Time to get up.”

 Charlie’s snaked his hand between Colby’s legs. “Feels like someone’s already up.”

 Colby groaned. “We so don’t have time.”

 “We do if we multitask.” Charlie gave a lecherous grin that went strait to Colby’s groin.

 “You have a dirty mind Professor Eppes.”

 “Well why don’t we get in the shower and see if we can scrub it clean.”

 Colby groaned into his pillow. “Ok. But only if I can see this new suit before anyone else.”

 “It’s a deal.”


 There was a text message on Colby’s phone.


 “Hey Don, I’ll be back in a sec.”

 ‘I have to go perve your brother.

 In lot B he looked for Charlie’s Prius. It had a habit of standing out among the FBI sedans. When he found it he saw a young man leaning against it that he didn’t immediately recognize as Charlie. When he got closer he convinced himself that it was some parallel universe Charlie and he’d walked through one of Larry’s wormholes somehow.


 “What do you think?”

 “Turn around.” Charlie made an attempt at a cat walk turn. “I think I’m going to have to kill Megan.” Charlie got a worried look and looked down at the clothes.


 “Because you look like an accountant for an Indian crime family and I want to rip it off you with my teeth and fuck you into the asphalt.” Charlie smiled and Colby just looked him over.

 It was a serious departure from Charlie’s usual look. The maroon silk shirt had no collar but buttoned high up the neck and low down the cuffs. The tan jacket was long; nearly brushing his knees and didn’t have lapels but rather was cut strait down and open in the front like his Doctorate robes. The pants looked tailored and the shoes looked new.  Charlie must have blown a huge wad of cash on the outfit.

 “So I guess I shouldn’t tell you about the silk boxers should I?” Charlie said with a grin. Colby had to squeeze his eyes shut. He mentally recited the Army Field Manual section on the proper digging of a latrine until he though he could open his eyes without jumping Charlie in the parking lot.

 “You are evil. We’ve got a bunch of DEA weirdos cluttering up the office. Go wow them and get rid of them.”

 “Fine but you get to carry my bag.” Charlie handed over a laptop bag and a stack of files and headed towards the office. Colby watched as the long coat gave an extra fluidity of movement to his walk and was light enough to really show off his ass. Colby gritted his teeth.

 ‘Defiantly going to have to kill Megan.’

 The security at the door didn’t recognize Charlie right away and when he walked onto the floor within thirty seconds all chatter had stopped. Colby made a quick note of the number of women and men suddenly oggling his...well whatever Charlie was he was his. Charlie ignored the stares and headed straight for the war room.

 “Hey Charlie.” Megan greeted.

 “Hey...Charlie?” Don turned around from the person he was talking to and was caught up short.

 “Morning Don.” Charlie greeted cheerfully and began setting up his laptop.



 “What’s with the threads?”

 Charlie rolled his eyes. “Can a man change his wardrobe a little and not have everyone act like he’s grown a second head?”

 Don looked his brother up and down. “You look like an accountant for an Indian crime family.”

 Colby sputtered into his coffee.

 “Do you want my results or not?”

 “No, please, the floor is yours.”

 Charlie brought up the beginning of his presentation and Colby watched as half the DEA agents openly oggled Charlie. You could always tell the DEA in a gathering of federal officers. They were like the weird kids in high school everyone avoided. Their hair was always too short or too long and their clothes were not exactly what was in style. They stuck out in the middle of the FBI office but of course they blended in nicely with the dealers and users they had to deal with. About ten minutes in Charlie went to the board and began to write. Colby watched as half the eyes in the room dropped to ass level. Colby was very impressed when Charlie actually used the eraser to erase something instead of his sleeve.

 “Does anyone have any questions?” Charlie asked still facing the board. A half dozen hands went up. Charlie looked over his shoulder and sighed. “From someone who was listening and not staring at my ass the last half hour?” Don choked on his coffee spilling some down his shirt, half the arms went down. “Yes?” Charlie pointed at one of the agents.

 “How do those two heroin busts factor in?” The agent asked.

 “Ah, good, now those were interesting.” And Charlie was off again for another twenty minutes. Finally he brought up five pictures. “You’re looking for two of these five men. Bring me more information and I can narrow it down more, or pick up all five and see who confesses first.” Charlie looked at his watch. “And I have another lecture to get to. And if anyone is interested, this Saturday, math for non mathematicians, introduction to fluid dynamics.”

 “He blows up shit in bathtubs.” Colby offered as a selling point.

 Charlie quickly packed up his laptop and the agents began to talk amongst themselves. “Oh, Don, call dad.”


 “He found another half chewed koi. I think he wants to borrow your gun and take care of Mrs. David’s cat.”

 Don rolled his eyes. “Sure fine.”

 Charlie made his way back out through the office apparently unaware of the lecherous looks going his way though Colby swore he put a little more swish in his hips. The DEA unashamedly twisted around to watch Charlie walk out.

 “An ass like that can not be legal.” One said.

 “Dear god, tell me he’s single.” Another agent breathed.

 “Hey! That’s my baby brother you’re objectifying there.” Don objected.

 “He’s got a girl.” Megan said.

 “And a boy if you believe the rumors.” David added. Don shot Colby a quick hard look and Colby suddenly found his coffee fascinating.


 Colby opened his apartment door and heard the sounds of light jazz waft through the place. Colby took off his coat and gun and went looking for Charlie. He found him leaning in the open doorway of the bedroom, still in his new suit, looking like sex on toast. Beyond he could see some candles and dark blue sheets on the bed he knew weren’t his.

 Charlie stepped in close. “Welcome home.” he purred. Colby pulled his face in for a kiss.

 “Hi.” He said once the need for oxygen took over.

 “You were very good today.” Charlie said taking hold of Colby’s tie and leading him into the bedroom.

 “Was I?”

 “Yes you were. You didn’t shoot a single DEA agent for having wandering eyes.”

 “Well it was a day of self control. Didn’t shoot anyone, didn’t rip off that suit with my teeth.”

 “I know and that’s why you get a treat.”

 Colby couldn’t help the lecherous smile. “Really? I get to rip that suit off you now?”

 “No. But you get to watch me take it off.”

 “Almost as good.”

 “Plus there’s ice cream.”

 Colby looked to the bedside table and noticed a bowl of ice cream wedged into a bowl filled with ice. Colby grabbed the ice cream and sat on the bed with a bounce. The new sheets felt like air. Colby took a bite and almost died. Carmel swirl, the flavor of his happy place.

 Charlie started to strip. It wasn’t a traditional striptease. The jacket was carefully removed and set across a chair. The dozens of small buttons on the shirt were undone slowly showing first a little throat, then chest. When it was half open Charlie pulled it over his head with a bit of flourish. By the time Charlie had his pants off revealing silk boxers the same color as the new sheets Colby had nearly forgotten the ice cream. He stood up and went to Charlie. With a quick move the shorts were around Charlie’s ankles and his cock was in Colby’s mouth.

 Charlie let out a long groan. Colby knew he was still new at this but he figured enthusiasm counted for a lot. After a few minutes Charlie roughly pulled away, chest heaving and eyes dark.

 “You are in far too many clothes Agent Granger.”

 Colby smiled and stripped off the rest of his suit with far less care than Charlie had removed his own. When both men were fully naked they tumbled into the bed.

 “Do you like the sheets?” Charlie asked

 “God yes.”

 “Carbon microfibers. Ultra light, unstainable.”

 Colby grinned. “Wanna test that?”

 Charlie grinned back and kissed him. Colby loved this, feeling Charlie’s skin against his, fingers through hair, breath mingling with breath. Their hips rolled against each other creating a perfect friction. He felt Charlie’s hands roam across his back, chest, thighs, light touches contrasting hard kisses. Colby snaked his hand between their bodies wrapping his hand around as much of the two cocks as he could. Charlie’s hand joined his holding firm. Colby had been on the edge all day, his thrusts fell out of sync and Charlie raced to keep up. He shouted his orgasm into Charlie’s mouth, Charlie’s own hips giving final desperate jerks, the cum hot and sticky between them.

 Colby held Charlie as if he might vanish like an early morning dream. Later they would get up, have some dinner. Later still Charlie would get a look in his eyes and Colby would bend him over the bed, maybe take one of their newly acquired toys to his backside, fuck Charlie into the mattress until that look went away, but that was later. For now Colby was content to just hold him.


 Colby could not remember the last time he had been able to go out on a Thursday night. Normally Don was pushing until some ungodly hour going over whatever the case demanded. The spontaneous night off had resulted in a spontaneous dinner. Colby tucked into his steak while Charlie contemplated his parsley.

 “Let me guess. Fractal patterns?”

 “Close. Neuron branching.”

 Colby gave a shrug. “I feel sorry for the mind reader who ever tried to take you on.”

 “You know, mind reading could well be within the realm of mathematics.” Charlie joked.

 “So’s time travel but I don’t see a handy wormhole between here and the Texas School Book Depository.”

 Charlie gave a laugh “Larry’s working on it. Besides it’d have to be between here and the grassy knoll.”

 “Maybe two SWAT teams then.” It had become one of their games. Catch a wormhole in a jar, go back in time, who would you save, what would you do? Colby wanted to save both Kennedys’, Charlie wanted to know what words passed between Bohr and Heisenberg in Copenhagen. Colby wanted to see the first screening of Casablanca though he’d never admit it, Charlie wanted to step into Evariste Galios’ fatal duel and stop it.

 Charlie ate his parsley and started in on his own steak. Since it was a Thursday night they had managed to get a spot on the patio, if LA had stars they could have looked up and contemplated them.  Colby would have looked for constellations and Charlie could have recited the vast distances between them. 

 Colby wiped his mouth and stood up. “Be right back.” He made a head gesture towards the bathroom.


Charlie thought he had almost evened out the proportion of diced carrots to peas in his mixed vegetables when he heard a throat being cleared and looked up.

 “Amita?” Charlie looked around for Larry or Don. “Has something happened? What are you doing here? Sit down.” Amita stood her arms folded.

 “Where is she?”

 “Who? What?” Charlie knew he couldn’t lie well in this kind of situation. He had hoped he could put this off for longer.

 “Where is she? There’s another plate. You’ve bought new clothes, fashionable clothes, and your dad is dropping hints about the amount of time we’re spending together, except we’re not and haven’t in months so who is she?” Charlie looked around in a panic. Other diners were beginning to look their way.

 “Amita, please, sit down, let’s talk.” Charlie begged.

 “Talk? You have never wanted to talk.”

 “Amita, please.”


Colby made his way onto the patio. He recognized Amita right away, he also recognized the look of panic on Charlie’s face.

 Let’s play this cool.’ Colby thought. He slid back into his chair. “Hey Amita. What’s up?” Amita looked at Colby then looked at Charlie who was looking around as if planning an escape.

 “Oh my god.” Amita said as realization slowly dawned. “Oh my god.”

 “Amita, please I can explain.”

 “No Charlie, you really can’t. All this time I thought I had the most patient boyfriend on the planet. Instead you don’t care about sex with me cause you’re off getting your arse buggered by your brother’s fed knuckle dragger!”

 “Amita!” Charlie exclaimed in shock.

 Colby knew he should take offense but the next words slipped too easily from his lips to resist. “What makes you think he’s the one getting buggered?” The weird looks from both Charlie and Amita were distinctly worth it Colby decided.

 “You know what?” Amita said. “It doesn’t matter ‘cause MIT has offered me another position and I’m taking it and I’ve already got a great letter of reference from Millie and I expect one from you ‘cause you owe me at least that much!” Amita stormed from the restaurant, Charlie stood up and looked at Colby.

 “Go on.” Charlie chased after Amita. Colby assured himself it wasn’t for romantic reasons, he just didn’t like seeing people hurt. Colby could see Amita’s car from the patio. He couldn’t hear the words that were exchanged when Charlie caught up but the crack of a hand across Charlie’s face nearly made him pull his gun. ‘She touched him, she hurt him!’ the primal beast raged in his head. Amita’s car pulled away and Charlie dragged himself back to the restaurant.

 “You ok?” Colby asked.

 Charlie nodded “Yeah. I knew it was coming but I wanted to figure out how to handle it better. But it’s ok, MIT will be good for her. She can find her own work.”

 “You’re writing her a letter of recommendation?”

 “Of course. She was a great research assistant, she’ll make a brilliant professor there, and I do owe her at least that much.”

 Colby reached out and put his hand over Charlie’s “You sure you’re ok?”

 “Yeah. I’ll cry for the loss of the idea of her later.”

 Later in a week or two when I darken you skin with an old belt and Traetta is playing louder than you can scream. Good thing the walls are thick and the neighbors are deaf.’ Colby thought with a touch of morose self loathing.

 A waiter approached the table with a good bottle of wine.

 “Compliments of the gentlemen at the other table.” The waiter said and gestured with his head to where two well appointed gentleman were enjoying their meal. Colby had originally pegged them for some corporate tycoons negotiating some million dollar merger. He looked down and saw that under the table just the toes of their shoes met despite plenty of leg room. Colby gave them a smile and a nod.

 “I think this is ‘welcome to the club.’”

 Charlie gave a laugh. “I guess there are worse clubs to be in.”



Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
Gwaihiril: numb3rs charlie deviously plottinggwaihiril on January 20th, 2008 05:32 pm (UTC)
Very excited to see this! I guess I'm not actually too surprised at Amita's reaction, though it sucks for her to find out that way. The bit where Charlie walks into the FBI wearing new clothes and everyone stops to look is very funny. The bit where Charlie says “From someone who was listening and not staring at my ass the last half hour?” and Don chokes on his coffee is priceless. I look forward to the next chapters, as I'm sure Alan's reaction will be interesting.
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 20th, 2008 05:34 pm (UTC)
Yay! first feedback. Glad you're liking this. It's a bit of a slow build story wise but I think it'll get exciting later. And Alan will have more to deal with then just Charlie and Colby. That'll be the easy bit *eg*
batgurl10batgurl10 on January 20th, 2008 06:03 pm (UTC)
You posted!!! YAy. what a great way to wake up! Bless you for getting rid of Amita. charlie did deserve that slap on the face...But yay the witch is dead, I mean gone!! LOL.

cant wait for the rest.

Colby tucked into his stake while Charlie contemplated his parsley.

I think that should be steak. :-)
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 20th, 2008 06:04 pm (UTC)
Shit I thought I fixed that.
Devo79devo79 on January 20th, 2008 06:34 pm (UTC)
Oooohhhhhhhh yes!

I've been waiting for this so long...

And then you go and give it to me :)

I love you!
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 20th, 2008 06:35 pm (UTC)
And you get a little bit every day for a week :)
impysh on January 20th, 2008 07:00 pm (UTC)
It's here! *dances*

So...who will Amita tell? What are the rumours David heard? Will Amit'a leaving force everything into the open?

Can't wait for the next bit :D

(Oh, a tiny typo - you have Don chocking instead of choking on his coffee)
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 20th, 2008 07:03 pm (UTC)
Oh the boy's coming out will be way more dramatic than a bitch ex girlfriend. Thanks for the fix.
shara50 on January 20th, 2008 07:12 pm (UTC)
Absolutely excellent and I am eagerly awaiting the next part!!
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 20th, 2008 07:13 pm (UTC)
:-) Thank you. Next part tomorrow.
Queen of Useless Knowledge: Raindemarcos_btoast on January 20th, 2008 07:22 pm (UTC)
Woohoo! Ding dong, the bitch is dead! (or at least going very far away)

Not as traumatic as I feared it would be, but I assume there is much more to come and more chances for the warping of fragile minds. XD

I wonder though where David is getting his rumors.....

Anyhoo, fantastic job!
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 20th, 2008 07:51 pm (UTC)
Yes MIT is very far away. but we should remember it's not exactly Amita's fault. And yes more brain warping is to come. I'm starting out slow.

As for the rumors, I think it's just generally assumed that any LA boy with hair that good is going to have a guy on the side.
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kabloinko: Charbykabloinko on January 20th, 2008 08:29 pm (UTC)
That was most definitely worth the wait! It wasn't as intense as the previous one, but this was some very nice writing too :) Eagerly awaiting the next part.
Thanks so much!
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 20th, 2008 08:53 pm (UTC)
Oh I'm going to ramp up the intensity I promise. This is the warm fluffys before everything goes down hill.
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MoiraiThanatoio: CharlieColby_toldDonmoiraithanatoio on January 20th, 2008 10:54 pm (UTC)
I really love the DEA agents perving on Charlie... This is great, really. I can't describe how dissapointed I am that the 'Next' doesn't work yet.
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 20th, 2008 11:26 pm (UTC)
Next'll work tomorrow. And the DEA agents may be making a reappearance over the next couple of stories.
natdtnatn2208 on January 21st, 2008 01:59 am (UTC)
Am loving this! I'm glad that Amita's out of the way now, because even though I love Charlie and Colby together, I'm not a fan of cheating. Continue soon please, wanna see what happens!
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 21st, 2008 03:29 am (UTC)
Next part tomorrow morning. Glad you're liking it.
ig_nobleigh: Brothers Eppesig_nobleigh on January 21st, 2008 02:19 am (UTC)
Aaaaahhhhh! I can't wait until that Next link is working =)

I'm glad Amita was pretty much going to break up with Charlie anyway, if she was gonna run away to MIT. And that she's out of the way now, of course.

I see some Colby issues on the horizon I think. He hasn't come to terms with the pain part of the relationship yet, has he? Poor Colby.
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 21st, 2008 03:31 am (UTC)
Well I think Amita was sort of sitting on the fence about MIT but finding your guy with another guy kinda solitified that decision. Though I don't know why she's suprised. Dating in California it's practicly par for the course. I've got a couple of gay ex's my self.

As for Colby's issues. Wait 'till tomorrow. *eg*
(Anonymous) on January 22nd, 2008 08:48 pm (UTC)
This was funny and intense at the same time. I had to reread the earlier story to remember what had happened before. I can see this arrangement may blow up in their faces if they are not careful. And bye-bye Amita. Now if TPTB would only get rid of her in canon :(, but that's not likely.

Twins' Mom
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 22nd, 2008 09:13 pm (UTC)
Glad to see you're reading this one. I always like hearing feedback from my regulars. I hope you like the rest.
fredbassettfredbassett on January 23rd, 2008 07:00 pm (UTC)
“You look like an accountant for an Indian crime family.”

Great line!

Lovin' it, lovin' it!!! I just adore your Colby and Charlie and this new fic-verse is great :)

PS I dnn't like Amita either!!
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 23rd, 2008 09:22 pm (UTC)
Thank you. That line is actually going to come up again. I'm putting it in Ian's mouth :-)
Icarus Iso: Slytherinicarus_iso on August 24th, 2008 09:28 am (UTC)
“Hey Don, I’ll be back in a sec.”
‘I have to go perve your brother.’


That and “You look like an accountant for an Indian crime family” had me laughing out loud.

As much as I hate to admit it I'm a sucker for Colby/Charlie fluffiness, so I really loved this chapter. Compared to the last one it was like being blasted with a sunrise, not that I'm complaining in the least about either pieces, cause I loved them both. Bad Charlie for taunting those poor DEA agents, they didn't stand a chance.

As for Amita, take a chill pill girl then get out of Los Angeles. She always gets in Ian's Colby's way.
ladygray99ladygray99 on August 24th, 2008 09:39 am (UTC)
that line is going to come back in the next story. and this is the happy fluffy calm before the storm.
laura_trekkielaura_trekkie on January 15th, 2009 02:10 am (UTC)
Loved the lazy morning together- it's good to see a more normal aspect to their relationship. I loved Charlie's new clothes and the effect it had on everyone, be it Colby's will power, Charlie's casual mention of ogling his ass in a roomful of feds, or the almost universal staring *g*. The removal of the new clothes was very hot!

I'm glad Amita's found out now, though I was sad for the way she found out. At least it's done with and Charlie doesn't have to try to find a good way of coming clean (let's face it, there is no good way to reveal something like this). I also liked the scene for Colby's reactions, especially the possessive one. I wonder if they'll explore his reply to Amita's vitriolic assumption (even though she was right about who was on top).

ladygray99ladygray99 on January 15th, 2009 02:12 am (UTC)
Well I needed to get Amita out of the way quick and I figured this was the best way. Glad you liked the suit. Everyone else did. ;-)