“I’d want to play with them all,” she purred.

“If you were naked, they’d all be stiff as a bar of iron and ready to be played with,” he said.

“Aren’t you jealous that I’d want to touch them all?”

“You aren’t mine,” he said. “I still don’t understand why I’m here, like this ... why you chose me, I mean. I feel like I’m on a buzz from some really good weed.”

“Please don’t tell me you smoke the stuff, Bobby,” she said. Her words carried censure, but her tone did not.

“A couple of times,” he said. “I don’t buy it. It’s too expensive. I’ve been to a couple of parties where somebody had some and took a few tokes.”

“Wanna get high today?” Her eyes were guileless.

“You’re kidding,” he said.

“Bayo brings home all the dope he seizes at school,” she said. “He tells people he flushed it, but he doesn’t.”

“Mr. Johnson uses drugs?” His knees felt weak.

“He has more than one habit the school board wouldn’t approve of,” she said.

“I’m not sure I’d trust anything he seized at school,” he said. “That’s another reason I don’t smoke a lot. You never know where it came from or what’s in it.”

“He’s been doing this since long before he was a principal,” she said. “He’s pretty good at identifying the source of most things. In his defense, he doesn’t take the pills he seizes, or any powders. He really does destroy those. But he likes his the stuff. I only use it every so often,” she said. “I like a buzz when I’m having sex.”

“And we’re going to have sex today?” he said.

Her hand went to play with his cock, which had lifted its head a bit, waking up and peering around.

“We’re going to have a lot of sex today,” she purred.

When she got out of the pool he imagined a mermaid with feet, instead of fins. She looked nothing like Disney’s Ariel, but he had a little fantasy that some kind of magic had let her become land-bound. She told him to take a dip and cool off while she went in the house. When she returned, she had something bulky in one hand, and a little plastic baggy in the other.

The “something” turned out to be what she called a cannibaphone, which she said Bayo had bought at a head shop in Norman. It was ceramic, with a black glaze finish. He supposed you could say it looked like an old timey phone with the bowl being where the microphone would go, and the mouthpiece where the ear is.

That mouthpiece, though, was a good two inches across, and the way you smoked it was to seal the mouthpiece around your lips, and then inhale. The bowl was really small and she said it was actually designed to smoke hash oil. She liked to smoke bud in it, though, because the little bowl held the perfect amount for a single person to get high.



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“You’re wasting time on the phone,” she pointed out. "Why don't you come around?"

The line at her end went dead. He had been hung up on! Then again, she seemed eager and that stroked his ego.

He parked his car at the pharmacy store three blocks from her house and walked the rest of the way. He took his book bag with him, but it wasn’t a conscious decision. When he got to the house, he noticed the fence around the back yard for the first time.

It was tall, probably eight feet tall. Evergreen trees of some kind had been planted inside the fence, and they were three feet taller. It was a fence within a fence, and it was very private. It also helped with the wind. They lived in the estate at Maryland.

He found the padlock where she’d said it would be and carefully closed it on the hasp. The house had a swimming pool and that was where she was. She was swimming laps in the pool as he turned the corner into the back yard. It didn’t take her long to swim a lap. The pool was only twenty feet long, or so, and maybe fourteen wide. It looked like it was one of those preformed fiberglass jobs that they drop into a hole in the ground. But it also had a concrete pad poured around it, and it looked nice for a hot day.

There was a single wooden chaise lounge at one end of the deck, with a colorful beach towel draped over it. He’d never seen a lounger like it. It kind of waved in the middle, with the head higher than the foot and a hump between them. He would later comment on how sturdy this lounger was. He saw what might have been a robe lying on the concrete beside the lounger.

He looked at her cutting through the water. Her hair was covered in a shower cap behind and he could see her fine, smooth skin where her body was. Her feet broke the surface and disturbed the image. He walked to where the robe was and set his book bag down. He was watching her when she came to the near end and stood up. Her hands went to the hair and removed the covering. The hair fell and she gathered it into a long ponytail. Then, e did that thing women can do with a scrunchy from around her wrist.

“Enjoying the view?” she asked, proving she knew he was there. She hadn’t looked directly at him, yet.

“Very much,” he said.

“Come on in. The water is great.”

“I didn’t bring a swim suit,” he said.

“I didn’t either,” she said.

He felt distinctly uncomfortable, disrobing in the open air, even though he knew nobody could see through or over that double fence. She was watching him, and that didn’t help. He’d never thought of himself as a particularly buff guy.

He didn’t play sports, except when his dad dragged him out on the tennis court at the tennis club in Ikeja and he wasn’t very good at that. When he dropped his drawers and stepped out of them, he had to suppress the urge to cover his genitals with his hands. Why was he feeling so nervous in her presence?

“You don’t look like you’re enjoying the view,” she commented.

“What?” He was confused.

“You’re soft, silly,” she said.

He looked down. He was, indeed, as flaccid as a flat tire.

“Come stand over here,” she ordered, patting the side of the pool.

He shuffled over there and she reached to grab his hips and pull his toes so they hung over the edge. Her face was level with his cock.

“Yum,” she said.

“Yum?”

“Even soft, you’re big,” she said. His ego perked up.

“I wouldn’t know,” he said. “I’ve never compared it to anybody else’s.”

“Surely you’ve seen other boys ... young men, in the locker room at school.”

“It is a major social gaffe to stare at another guy’s cock in a situation like that. If you’re even caught glancing, it can generate unhappy rumors.”

“What a pity,” she said. “If I were in a boys’ locker room, I’d stare at them all.”

“You could get away with it,” he said.

She looked up at him. Her eyes were dark, something he had never noticed before.

“I’d want to play with them all,” she purred.




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She told him to go so she could take a shower and appear normal when Bayo got home.

She got up and walked around nude, not bothering to put on even a robe. His balls ached some more as he glanced at her while he pulled his clothes on.

“I can feel you leaking out of me,” she commented. “That’s different, too. When he cums in me, that doesn’t happen. He doesn’t produce as much fluid as you.”

“If it leaks out it just means I just have to put more in,” he said, still trying to be cute.

“Oh, he acts like a man,” she sighed.

She wasn’t exactly short with him. It was more like she was businesslike. He felt a sinking sensation in his gut. Would this ever happen again? He wasn’t so sure.

She walked him to the door, still naked, and he felt better when she kissed him before she opened it.

“Thank you,” she said, again.

“You’re welcome,” he said, automatically. “Are you ... um ... happy about today?”

He felt like an insect under a microscope as she gazed at him.

“More than you know,” she said. “Now go. The neighbors might notice your car having been here a long time, or you leaving. Jog to your car, as if I kept you too long. Wait! Give me your phone.”

He did and she punched in numbers.

“I put my cell in your phone. It’s under Lovelyn. Call me tomorrow when you get out of lecture room.”

“Lovelyn?”

“Would everybody in city instantly know who Princess was, if they found your phone and searched the contacts?”

“I guess so,” he admitted.

“And would everyone in city wonder why the principal’s wife was in your phone?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He nodded and left the place a fullfiled person.

Chapter Five

Bobby sighed as he drove to his residence. Oh, what an experience. So, Princess could become available to him so easily like. Life was a bitch, he thought. He was slightly amazed. It seemed like the world was too brightly lit, and he was moving through it in three-quarter speed. He ha had sex several times before, this one made it look like he just had it for the first time.

He looked at his watch. It was few minutes to four o'clock. He still thought over his encounter with Princess. He felt completely excited. Even now, he could still imagine her taste, and the feel of her pussy walls fluttering around his midsection.

He wished he had recorded the whole encounter. There was no doubt he would have a jolly time watching it over again and even showing some of his friends. In his small apartment, he kept thinking about Princess. Her image gave him a hardon.

He went to the bathroom and jerked a load out of that to relieve himself.

But it wasn’t nearly as much fun as shooting it in her mouth or pussy.

It was also surreal that supper, that night, seemed as normal as pie.

How could the world have changed so much, and yet not changed at all?

The following morning, Bobby got out of lecture room at ten, and called the number saved as “Lovelyn” in his phone contacts. It only rang twice before Princess picked up.

“Hello Madam Princess,”he started.

"Call me by the name my number was stored," she said.

"Okay, good day, Lovelyn."

"Yeah, Bobby. How are you?"

"I am cool. How about you too?"

“You’re wasting time on the phone,” she pointed out. "Why don't you come around?"

“Not that,” she said, “though that’s part of the deal, of course. No, what I want is for you to promise to learn how to give me MouthAction after I suck that lovely penis of yours. Will you promise me that? I don’t want you to leave me high and dry, Bobby Alashe.”

“I promise,” he wheezed, with the little breath that was in his lungs. They didn’t seem to be working normally.

“Do you swear?” she asked, extending one slim hand.

He got his hand up and she hooked his little finger with hers.

“Now,” she said, pulling him by their interlocked little fingers. “I think you should sit down for this. You don’t look too steady.”

She took him to the couch and he fell backwards onto it. She got to her knees and her hands moved his knees apart. He watched through a tunnel as her face got closer and closer to his sex organ.

He was afraid he was going to pass out and miss it.

Fortunately, he didn’t pass out.

The second he felt the heat of her mouth on the glans of his penis, the tunnel opened up. All he could see was all that lustrous hair. In a very quick, errant thought, he imagined that his pubes had suddenly grown a foot long.

He had seen blow jobs being given in porn videos, but this wasn’t like that. She sucked just the tip for what seemed like hours, but he was sure was only seconds, swirling her tongue around the knob. Then she shoved her face forward and his entire cock was engulfed in wet heat. She pulled up and coughed, and then sucked about half of it, creating a strong suction but not moving her head. He felt the suction release and she went back to the tip. She pulled off and looked up at him with a smile.

“I’m not used to having this much in my mouth,” she said. “I’ve missed this.”

“Hmnnnn,” he responded, unable to form actual words.

She went back on and then pulled off to stroke his penis several times. Again, she looked up at him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to put this in me? I’d really love to be stretched and filled.”

“Argnmph,” he answered her. It meant he wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

“Maybe later,” she said.

Then she sucked his cock like it was a popsicle and she’d been stranded in the desert for days. It was like she was trying to drink from a clogged straw.

"Hmn....!” he warned her.

When he went off, it made no difference to her. She sucked and swallowed and then sucked some more. Her fingers tickled his balls and she went all the way on again. This time she didn’t cough but her throat squeezed and let go in a rhythmic manner that milked every drop from his poor, aching testicles.

Finally she pulled off with a last suck and there was a slight popping noise as her lips closed. She leaned forward to kiss his chest and then his chin and finally his lips.

“You have to take me with that,” she whispered.

“Not ... for ... a year ... or ... two,” he panted. “It will ... take me ... that long ... to ... get ... hard again.”

“My turn!” she said.

Suddenly she wasn’t a woman in her late twenties. Now she was an anxious, Hot girl who wasn’t telling him to stop, or take his hands away, or that things were moving too fast. She pulled him up and, as he stood there, shimmied out of her sundress. Almost like magic she bent and those yellow panties were on the floor. She stepped daintily out of them and then flopped down on the couch with her legs spread wide. There, in front of him, was the wet dream that was Princess Johnson.

Her pussy lips glistened. They were fat and luscious, as he had imagined them, and they pulled apart to give just a hint of the dark tunnel that led inside her. Something milky formed a flawed cobweb stretching from one swollen lip to the other. She reached with both hands to spread her labia apart even further and exposed the startlingly big bump that he knew was her clit.

“Suck that,” she said, putting one dainty painted nail on the bump. “Lick it and suck it and play with it until I scream.”

He leaned in to examine things and her hands reached to grasp his hair. She pulled, and his face mashed into her naked, wet, warm pussy. He licked once, as his nose rubbed that bump, and then he moved his lips up to capture the little nub between them. He squeezed his lips together like he did when he “bit off” a string of spaghetti, and she whined. That sound, the whimpering groan that came from her throat, made his prick try to get stiff again. It failed, and his balls ached some more.

He sucked, trying to get the whole bud into his mouth, but it slipped out. He tried again, and it turned into a game of nip, pull, and let it pop free, only to do it all over again.

“Yes!” she gasped. “Just like that!”

He was aware that an empty vagina was right there, and he had to explore. He did that with the index finger of his right hand, and found a warm, not-so-tight enclosure. He added his middle finger and pushed. Her hips bumped up and both the quality and volume of the noises she was making increased.

Suddenly he was frustrated that he couldn’t get her clit into his mouth and keep it there. It kept popping out.

So he bit it gently with his teeth, and pulled, just a little, as if he were trying to stretch it and make it longer.

He almost hurt her, because when he did that her whole body writhed. It was her grip on his hair that prevented him from biting too hard, or pulling too much. It was her scream, though, that made him let go of her poor clit. He was afraid he’d hurt her, because that scream was loud, so he lapped at her slit with the flat of his tongue, just trying to soothe it.

Her grip on his hair never let go, and she pulled his face up and away from her sex. She pulled it up her body and his eyes barely saw the belly ring in her navel as they passed by. She brought his face to her breasts and used them as a towel to rub her juices off his face. Then she pulled his head up until she could kiss him.

She told him to go so she could take a shower and appear normal when Bayo got home.




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“What if we started slowly? What if we engaged in tons and tons of pre-intimacy? You know, like teenagers do when they make out? Even if we don’t work up to what I proposed, I’d still be cheating on him with his arch enemy. I’m sure it would be fun. I could teach you how to make a girl happy.”

“I know how to make a girl happy!” he boasted. His face fell. “Okay, I know in theory how to make a girl happy.”




Chapter Four


Princess smiled again. Her fingers went to the buttons that went down the front of her sundress.

“So maybe all you need is some lab time ... you know ... to sort of hone your technique under the supervision of a teacher. I am a licensed teacher in this state.”

He swallowed as the breasts he had dreamed about for literally years were exposed to his wide eyes. They were even better than he imagined. Theyworried him of Demi Moore’s breasts in Striptease, except they were pale. He had been wrong about her not having tan lines. She definitely had tan lines. Her nipples were a shocking bright pink, set on slightly darker areolas, and they were erect, like she was excited.

“These are the girls,” she said. “Girls, meet Bobby. I’m hoping Bobby will want to have a play date with you.”

He knew she was looking down at her hooters as she talked to them, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. His eyes were moving like he was being administrativeistered a field sobriety test by a cop moving his pen as fast as windshield wipers set on high. He couldn’t decide which one to look at.

“You’re drooling, Bobby,” she said, gently.

He realized his mouth was hanging open and closed it. He felt saliva run from the corner of his mouth to his chin and hastily reached up to wipe it off.

“I’d very much like to see what you look like naked,” said Princess. “As you pointed out, I’ve had to make love to a troll for all these years. It might be nice to see a handsome young man’s body for a change.”

He had his standards. They had been taught to him by his parents, and they had sunk in. But now he was working on something else, something more elemental, something deeper than where he made conscious decisions about right and wrong. She might be in complete control of herself, but he wasn’t. When she said she wanted to see him naked, he stripped for the ‘girls’, who were still staring at him with unblinking eyes.

It was her gasp of, “Oh my!” that pulled him up out of that deep place.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, resisting the urge to shake his head to clear his thoughts.

“Nothing’s wrong. It’s just been so long since I saw one like that.”

He tore his eyes off the ‘girls’ to look at her face. She was staring at his groin and he looked down to see he was fully erect. His mind might have been reflecting on right and wrong, but his body understood what was really going on here.

“Sorry?” he said, trying to guess what was the right thing to say in this situation.

“Don’t be sorry,” she sighed. “It’s beautiful.”

“His isn’t?” he asked, artlessly.

“His is half that size,” she said. “It works fine, when he’s willing to use it correctly. He’s always been pretty good about that, even while he’s been screwing those girls. But that will fill me up like I haven’t been filled since I was your age.”

Oh,” he said.

She stepped closer to him, right up to within an inch. The tips of the ‘girls’ gently touched his chest. She took his chin in her hand and made him look at her.

"It is remarkable,” she said, still looking into his eyes. “For a boy as young as you to have gotten so much experience... it’s just remarkable.”

She stepped back.

“Suddenly I feel like I’m robbing the cradle,” she said.

He sensed she was pulling back.

“No!” he gasped. “You’re not.”

She picked up his Coke from the counter, where he’d set it when he disrobed. She took a long sip, and set it back down.

“So you were reluctant, but now everything is okay?” she said.

“I’m ... I don’t ... I mean ... I just ... it’s okay,” he stammered.

“Will you promise me something?” she asked.

“I won’t tell anybody!” he gasped.

“Not that,” she said, “though that’s part of the deal, of course. No, what I want is for you to promise to learn how to give me MouthAction after I suck that lovely penis of yours. Will you promise me that? I don’t want you to leave me high and dry, Bobby Alashe.”

“That’s a good plan,” she said, putting one fingertip to her lips. “Except for one thing.”

“What’s that?” he asked.

She looked at him with eyes that seemed to look down inside of him.

“I wanted to get started on the getting pregnant part today,” she said.




“I beg your pardon?” he said, a little weakly. It had sounded like she wanted to have sex today ... right now!

“Well, you’re obviously interested, right? I mean you did go to a lot of work just to get a video of your prick.”

“It wasn’t that much work,” he said. He wanted to slap himself on the forehead. What a stupid thing to say!

"But I know that apart from his daughter, you are also interested in me. Is that not so?"

He was silent as he looked away.

“So you’re not interested.” Her voice was flat.

“No, I am!” he blurted. “I mean anybody would be. But ... me? Why me?”

She looked him up and down.

“Well, let’s see. My husband hates you more than any other student he has ever had. That counts for a lot, considering I’m trying to punish him way beyond prison. Suppose he gets off, somehow, and doesn’t even go to jail. He can’t escape knowing that it was you who knocked me up. That’s the main reason. But you’re also cute, and inventive, and you did go through a lot of trouble just to get a peek at my panties. I’m not saying you shouldn’t have been suspended. That was only justice, but it made me think about you. Then there’s the fact that you look like you might provide good genetic material. I think you’d make a pretty good baby. Lastly, you’re not slavering all over me just to get a piece of ass. I actually like that, to be honest. I made a snap judgment at the gas station, and I was worried about it, but after talking to you, I feel much better.”

She stopped and just looked at him.

“So?” she asked. He could sense some underlying, invisible anger.

“Okay,” he said. “You’ve been honest with me, so I’m going to be honest with you. The idea of ... umm ... what you propose ... really is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, especially for a guy like me. And I should jump at it.”

“But?” She looked tense.

“I guess it doesn’t seem like there would be any romance to it,” he said.

“Don’t tell me you’re old fashioned about sex,” she said and smiled in a teasing way.

“So what if I am?” he said, feeling defensive. “I want children some day, yes, but I’d kind of like that to happen with a woman I had a future with. I want to be in my kids’ lives. If that’s old fashioned, then I guess I am.”

“So you think I’m treating you like a stud horse, and I’m the mare,” she said.

“Well, it kind of seems that way,” he said. “It’s just not very sexy.”

Again, he wanted to slap himself for saying stupid things. He couldn’t count the number of times he jerked off to the fantasy of lying on top of Princess Johnson’ soft, supple body while he just bleeped screams of joy out of her. His mouth blurted what he was thinking.

“I was the one who jerked off on your picture in his office. Did you know about that?”

She turned away from him. He wouldn’t find out until much later she did that because she was smiling.

“Yes,” she said, facing away from him. “Bayo told me about that. He offered to show me the picture, but I declined.”

“Why the Bleep would he want you to see it?” he gasped.

“I was clearly his trophy wife, though I didn’t know it then. He thought it would turn me on that someone who couldn’t have me did that. He said it had been done out of frustration, because some boy couldn’t find a girlfriend. He almost bragged that this boy had gone to that much effort. Were you frustrated?”

“Nope. I just had all these fantasies about you, and that was a chance to kind of thumb my nose at your husband.”

She turned back around.

“I’m glad it was you who did it,” she said.

“What?” He hadn’t meant to confess that to her, but once he did, he thought she’d decide somebody else could stand at stud for her. It was a way out of this situation for him. What confused him was why he wanted a way out of this situation.

She ignored his question and asked one of her own.

“What if we started slowly? What if we engaged in tons and tons of pre-intimacy? You know, like teenagers do when they make out? Even if we don’t work up to what I proposed, I’d still be cheating on him with his arch enemy. I’m sure it would be fun. I could teach you how to make a girl happy.”

“I know how to make a girl happy!” he boasted. His face fell. “Okay, I know in theory how to make a girl happy.”

“So I got someone to plant a micro camera in his office. It’s in a book on his bookshelf. He keeps those books there for show and never opens them.”

“And?”

“I have video of him porking four different girls,” she said.

“Jeez. You mean holy Johnson would do all this,” he blurted.

“Not just yet,” she said, calmly. “I have the evidence to get him arrested for sleeping with underage girls, but I want revenge.”

“Having him exposed, ridiculed and sent to prison isn’t revenge?” he asked.

“I want a different kind of revenge,” she said.

“And what is that?”

“The best kind of revenge is served on a warm, naked body,” she said.

“I don’t think that’s how the saying goes,” he said.

“He’s cheating on me. I’m thinking I should cheat on him,” she said. “I’m going to turn him in and divorce him. But before I do, I want to take a lover. Then, after the divorce, he’ll find out that cheating can work both ways.”

Bobby had a fertile imagination and it started forming into fantasies about Mrs. Princess Johnson ... cheating. And about who she might cheat with. Not that they were serious fantasies. There was no way he would be involved in anything she did. He had no idea why she was including him in her ... scheme ... but it wouldn’t be in the role of her lover. That was for sure.

“Okay, so why are you telling me all this?” he asked.

She blinked.

“I know what your grades were like. You were a good student.”

All this did was make him more confused.

Suddenly she smiled.

“I get it. You don’t get it.”

“You’re right. I don’t get it,” he said, helplessly.

“I want to cuckold him,” she said. “I want to get pregnant before I turn him in.”

“Pregnant?” he whispered.

“Yes. He’s sterile, remember? So if I show him a home pregnancy test that’s positive, he’ll know some other man got me that way.”

“Bleep me,” he sighed. “Please, don’t ever get mad at me, okay? That’s some serious revenge!”

“It is,” she agreed. “I feel bad that those poor girls will have to endure it for a little longer, but the nanny cam suggests none of them are being hurt. He doesn’t force them, physically. They’re all afraid of something he’ll tell their parents.”

Bobby remembered something from when he was in high school.

“Hey,” he said. “I remember a time when a girl and a boy got caught having sex in the locker room after a game,” he said. “It think it was Mr. Johnson who caught them.”

“I remember that,” she said.

“Neither one of them got kicked out of school,” he said.

Her eyes widened.

“So he catches kids having sex, and then threatens to tell the parents, unless the girl submits to him! He could have done that to Helen if she is not his daughter.
”

“It’s plausible,” he said. “Except surely not every girl would go for it. He is a goat after all.”

“Even if a girl accused him of making an indecent proposal, it would be her word against his, and if he exposed her, everyone would believe she got caught doing whatever and was just trying to retaliate against him,” said Princess. “You know, shift the focus of attention. Avoid punishment.”

“Trying to avoid punishment doesn’t usually work. I’ve been suspended before,” he said.

“I’m aware of that,” she said, her voice neutral.

“What I mean is, it’s really hard to keep up with your classes if the suspension is a long one. If he threatened to tell her parents and suspend her for a month, that might do it,” he said.

“It’s still not voluntary, and I feel bad about making them do it until I can get pregnant.”

“So turn him in and then get pregnant,” he suggested.

“It’s just not the same,” she said. “When I expose him, I have to divorce him. Nobody would respect me if I didn’t.”

“You don’t have to divorce him until he’s convicted,” he pointed out. “Until then you could be the loyal wife, who doesn’t believe the charges are true. Except you wouldn’t be loyal in private.”

“But if I turn him in, everybody will know I know the charges are true,” she groaned.

“So turn in the evidence anonymously,” he said. “Send it to the cops by mail, or something, with a letter of explanation about what we suspect his game is.”

“That’s a good idea! It won’t matter where the videos come from. They are plain evidence that he’s having sex with underage girls, who cannot legally consent.”

“Then, there you go,” he said. “Problem solved. You send the cops the videos and get pregnant while he’s awaiting and going through a trial. Trials like that always take forever. You’ll have plenty of time to get pregnant.”

“That’s a good plan,” she said, putting one fingertip to her lips. “Except for one thing.”

“What’s that?” he asked.




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