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Friends
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"FRIENDS"
My heart was pounding and the anxiety was rising in my chest as I
listened to each ring of the phone, waiting for her to answer.
Three rings, four, then her soft, mellow voice, "Hello?"
I wasn't at all sure what to say; it had taken every ounce of
courage I had just to dial the number. "Hello?" she said, again.
"Cathy?" I asked, quietly apprehensive. "Yes," she answered. I
could tell she had dim flicker of recognition when she heard my
voice, but wasn't sure where to place it.
"Cathy, hi. It's Holly." I was praying that she wouldn't hang up
on me.
"Hi!" she responded, somewhat bright, but a little cautious.
"Hi, how have you been?" I asked hesitantly.
"Fine," she said, "and you?"
I could tell her mind was working, trying to figure out why I was
calling her now and trying to decide how she felt.
"Oh, I'm fine," I answered. I was so nervous I could hardly
breathe. Maybe I should just tell her this was a mistake and hang
up. I couldn't decide what to say or do next. "I guess you're
wondering why I'm calling," I said. That was a stupid thing to
say. Of course she was wondering why, after so many months, I had
decided to contact her. Undoubtedly, she was suspicious of my
motives. And she had every right to be.
But I had no hidden motive. I genuinely missed her and longed for
her friendship. I was only prompted to act on my feelings by him.
He wanted me to seduce her. I knew I couldn't actually "seduce"
her; she was too smart and I too inexperienced for something so
obvious. Nor did I WISH to seduce her. Whatever we felt for each
other and whatever grew out of those feelings had to be real and
meaningful, not contrived. And if nothing ever happened, so be it.
I wanted to please him, and her, but I wasn't willing to play games
or deceive anyone in the process.
So, here we were. I had made the first move, hard as it was; now
what? There was an awkward silence as I tried to complete my
thoughts with words. "I have been thinking about you lately and
have missed talking to you. I know you probably don't have
anything to say to me, but I just wanted you to know how much I
miss your friendship, brief as it was."
"Well, this IS kind of sudden," she said, and I could sense the
apprehension and mistrust in her voice. "I must admit, though, I
have thought about you, too. How have you been doing?"
What can I possibly say to this woman whom I feel so close to and
yet, so estranged from? I don't want to upset her with an apology,
although that seems to be the only thing on the tip of my tongue.
There's so many heartfelt feelings I have to reveal to her, but
how? When?
"Oh, I've had my share of ups and downs, but, basically, I'm doing
OK," I answered. "How are things going with you?"
We were going around in circles, the way people normally do when
they either have nothing to say to each other or so much to say
that they can't channel it into sentences. I knew which malady I
suffered from, but I didn't know how she felt.
"Well, a lot has happened since the last time I talked to you, she
began. She went on to tell me some of the things that had occurred
in her life in the past year.
I knew just about every aspect of her life with him because he had
already told me, so now I had to pretend that I knew nothing and
act surprised at everything she said. This wasn't going to be as
easy as I had thought.
"Listen, I don't want to keep you long," I said, after a few
minutes of conversation, "so, maybe, sometime, we could have lunch
together. I really would like to see you. Of course, I'll
understand completely if you'd rather not." There. I'd said it.
Now for the moment of truth. God, I didn't want her to hate me.
And if she did, I didn't want to know it. But now, I was probably
going to come face to face with that realization and it scared and
hurt me. I felt like crying. The lump in my throat got even
bigger with her next words.
"Well, sure," she said, slowly. "I guess we could have lunch
sometime."
I knew she was curious to find out what was behind my sudden
contact, but I really hadn't believed she would accept the
invitation.
"Ok, great," I said, swallowing my fear.
"How does Thursday sound?" she asked, catching me completely off
guard.
I hadn't anticipated on setting an actual date so quickly. In
fact, I never thought it would be necessary at all. "Oh, well,
fine," I said. "Where would you like to meet and what time is good
for you?"
Our plan-making continued a little longer as the details were
finalized and then we said goodbye, each saying we were looking
forward to seeing the other on Thursday.
I don't know how sincere she was, but I was not necessarily looking
forward to Thursday. Everything I had said to her, everything I
felt was real and genuine, but now, I would have to face her, look
at her, talk to her. It was what I had wanted, but now I was
scared to death. What would I say? What would she say? Would I
see the hate, the resentment, the total mistrust in her eyes as I
imagined I would? Or would she actually be willing to try to be my
friend again? Well, I only had a few days to figure this out.
Those few days would be gone before I knew it.
Thursday morning came, and I was getting dressed for work, I
simultaneously dreaded and looked forward to lunch. I chose a
skirt and a blouse that fit nicely. I always had gotten
compliments when I wore them. I felt compelled to compete with her
in regard to clothing. Well, actually, with everything. I felt
the need to dress as nice or better than she did. I had to feel
somewhat her equal, even if it was just pertaining to what I was
wearing.
We had talked again a couple days earlier and confirmed the lunch
date. We decided on a somewhat quiet restaurant between both of
our placed of employment, since she would also be heading to work
after lunch. I had been a little amazed that she had still wanted
to keep our appointment, but was glad she did.
The few days in-between the time we made our arrangements and the
actual day had afforded me a limited opportunity to re-evaluate my
own desire to carry out this endeavor. The more I thought about it,
the more I was sure I wanted it to happen and the more that
realization scared me. These feelings, sexual in nature, were very
new and strange to me. Coupled with the task of trying to act on
them, I was overwhelmed much of the time. And this was the day of
reckoning.
The morning went by very quickly, as I had imagined it would. By
the time lunch rolled around, I hadn't even had time to think about
any of my anxiety. Suddenly, it hit me square in the face as I
walked to my car. I had no idea what to say, how to act, what to
feel, and I was going to have to make some very quick decisions
during the short drive to the restaurant.
Several months later, I found myself making the same decisions.
That first lunch had been awkward and the conversation strained.
Neither of us knew what to say or do. We had, however, seen each
other several times after that, and although I could still sense in
her a quiet mistrust, her curiosity seemed to subdue the instinct
and allow her to begin our friendship again. I would like to think
that she simply genuinely like me and really wanted to be friends,
but I'm more inclined to believe that she wanted to find out what
my motives were and ultimately, to try to achieve a fantasy of her
own; one that I was already fully aware of.
Regardless of why, we were spending more and more time together and
I felt myself becoming closer to her. I could only hope she felt
the same.
My feelings for her unnerved me. I had, nor have I since, ever
felt the attraction I felt for her for another woman. Without
exception, excluding her, I loved men. I never imagined myself
being attracted to another woman, much less acting on those
feelings. And now, I was imagining what it would be like. How she
would feel, how she would sound, how she would taste, and if I
could give her what she knew she wanted and what I was pretty sure
I wanted.
I had imagined them together many times. What her face looked like
when he touched her, and when she came. Part of me wanted him to
be there to act as a "buffer" when this event took place, I could
placate myself knowing there was also a man involved. But I also
wanted to share this with her alone. I knew that's what he wanted.
He felt she needed the reassurance that I wanted her and not him,
at least at first. He surely intended to get involved at a later
time, at least I hoped he did. I desperately wanted to be with
both of them. But for now, I needed to concentrate on her.
We had planned a "girl's night out" for the coming weekend. We
were going dancing and then she was going to spend the night at my
place. I was uneasy. I thought this might be it, but I wasn't
sure. We had been getting closer, but did she trust me enough to
try to fulfill this fantasy now?
It was Friday night. I had cleaned my apartment and was getting
dressed when she arrived. When I opened the door, she looked as
nervous as I felt. If I could see her anxiety, she could certainly
see mine. Both of us ignored it and struck up a conversation
composed mainly of small talk about our day at work.
I was already dressed in a tight black mini-dress and black seamed
stockings. I was just starting to put on my makeup. She had just
come from work and was still in business attire. She started to
change as we talked and I continued with my makeup. Every so often
I would glance at her through the mirror. She was so beautiful.
I could never compare myself to her. Her dark hair contrasted
sharply with her fair skin and her lips were tinged with a red
lipstick. She looked like a personification of "Snow White" to me.
Delicate, soft, feminine; and yet, I knew that while she could be
those things as well, something wild and decadent lay just below
the surface. That part of her intrigued me and intimidated me at
once. I knew I couldn't live up to her expectations or even match
her in desire and sensuality. She embodied it. It radiated from
her involuntarily. And it scared and saddened me to know I could
never be her equal. If this was going to happen, however, I was
committed to try to give her as much pleasure as I could. I only
hoped she wouldn't be too disappointed.
She finished dressing and I saw she had chosen a dress similar to
mine only in white. She sat down on the bed and watched me finish
my makeup. I was applying my eye shadow and she asked what the
color was. I handed it to her, telling her the color. She
examined it and then began looking through some of the other colors
I had. I have an extensive collection of cosmetics and pretty soon
we were both sitting on the bed discussing makeup, trying different
colors on each other and fixing each other's hair like a couple of
schoolgirls.
Glancing at the clock, we noticed that it was pretty late and
neither of us really wanted to go out anymore. The bars were
always too noisy, too crowded and too full of men just looking to
get laid. We decided we didn't want to deal with that and relaxed
on the bed, talking. We talked about everything from men to
chocolate; two of MY favorite subjects. She had become one of my
closest friends in a very short time and that was both comforting
and unnerving. I like being that close to her, but it all happened
much more quickly than I had anticipated. I also didn't know how
much she trusted and believed in my friendship. Understandably,
she was probably still a little guarded when it came to me. I
couldn't blame her for that, but I wanted desperately to make her
understand how real my feelings were for her and how much I enjoyed
having her as my friend.
I asked her if she wanted something to drink and she said she
didn't. I suggested we take off our dresses since we weren't going
out and put on something more comfortable. She agreed and we got
up and started to undress. I pulled a red satin camisole and
matching pair of tap pants out of my lingerie drawer. It was
simple and covered everything but yet was still a little revealing.
She had brought a black silky nightgown with her and she pulled it
out of her bag as she stuffed her pantyhose into it.
As we undressed, we were both trying to at once look and not look
at each other. From the very beginning, we each had been
intimidated by the other and I know I was always comparing myself
to her and I had to assume she did the same.
We both slid out of our dresses at the same time and were each
standing there, nude from the waist down. Neither of us wore
underwear, I already knew that about her, but she seemed pleasantly
surprised to find out that I didn't wear them either. As she
slipped her nightgown over her head, I quickly pulled on the tap
pants. I could feel the wetness between my legs as the air reached
the insides of my thighs and the satin touched my pussy. I took
off my bra equally as fast and started to slip the camisole over my
head. I could feel her eyes on my breasts as the fabric obstructed
my view of her face. I wondered if she was as wet and as anxious
as I was.
To break the slightly awkward tension, I picked up my dress from
the bed and walked into the bathroom to put it in the dirty
clothes, even though it really didn't need to be washed. When I
came back, she was sitting cross-legged on the bed with her gown
pulled up around her thighs so that her legs were visible. I
joined her on the bed. The tap pants were fairly loose and when I
sat the same way she was sitting, you could easily see my crotch.
To avoid this, I sat with my legs to one side of me.
We started talking again and ended up deciding to do our nails. I
pulled out all of my nail polishes and all the things we would need
and we set to work. She suggested we paint each other's nails
instead of each of us doing our own. I said OK, I'd never had
anyone else paint my nails before. She wanted to go first and do
mine. We moved closer together so that she could see better and
our legs were eventually touching. She took my hand in hers and
chose a red polish. Her hands were soft and smooth and very
gentle. After the first two nails were done, she suggested I put
my hand on her thigh, just above the knee, so that she could steady
it better. I knew why she really wanted me to. I did, and could
feel that her skin was very warm and soft through the thin nylon of
her gown. My long, red nails contrasted sharply with the black
fabric of her gown and it looked very erotic. She must have
thought so, too, because I could feel her breathing begin to become
more rapid.
When she finished one hand, I removed it from her thigh and waved
it gently to dry the polish, placing the opposite hand on her other
thigh. Part of my hand was resting on the gown and the other part
on her bare skin and she jumped slightly at the sensation. The
tension and desire was quickly growing between us. We both knew
something was going to happen, but neither of us knew when or how.
We had gotten quieter and quieter until our conversation had nearly
disappeared. Now, we were both pretending to concentrate on the
manicure, but actually were focused on what was coming next. I
thought I could follow her lead if she decided to do something, but
I didn't believe I could bring myself to make the first move.
She finished the last nail and reached for the bottle of polish to
put the brush away. As she did, I lifted my hand from her thigh
and moved to wave it to dry the polish. As I lifted my hand, she
moved slightly and my hand lightly brushed her breast. I felt her
body jump at the touch and as I glanced quickly at her chest, I saw
her nipples harden. It was truly an innocent touch, but it
certainly ignited the fire that was smoldering between us.
She turned her head and her eyes met mine. "Sorry," I half-
whispered. "It's OK," she said with a slight, sexy smile. "I've
wanted you to touch me for a long time, although I'd hoped it would
be more intense." I looked at her, uneasy, buy happy that she was
the one who had brought it up. She looked a little embarrassed,
unsure of what to say but knowing that she had to finish what she
had started.
"Oh," I said, quietly.
"I don't really know how to say this, and I'll understand if you
want me to leave, but, I want you," she blurted out quickly.
I was scared and terribly excited at the same time. I lowered my
eyes because I was scared to even look at her face.
"You don't have to say anything, I can tell I've offended you," she
said and started to get up.
"No," I said. I reached for her wrist and pulled her toward me.
"You didn't offend me," I told her, softly, holding her hand gently
in mine. "Everything's fine."
She smiled at me slowly, then tenderly bent her head toward mine
and placed a soft kiss on my parted lips. I felt a warm, liquid
blush rush through my entire body and settle hotly between my legs.
I was shaking with excitement and so was she. I didn't know what
to do next, but I didn't want to talk anymore. If we talked about
it, we'd never do it. I moved my hand to her thigh and stroked it
gently. She responded by pulling my mouth to hers and kissing me
completely, her tongue slipping softly into my mouth, caressing it,
exploring it. As her tongue probed my mouth, her hand ran down my
arm to my breast. She squeezed it through the satin and tickled my
nipple between her fingers, making it very hard. She repeated the
action on my other breast and as she did, my own hand moved up her
body to her breast. I touched her nipple and felt it's hardness.
I gently caressed her breast, occasionally pinching her nipple.
We continued touching each other's tits and kissing for awhile,
familiarizing ourselves with each other's touch. I was so nervous
I didn't know what to do. I never thought I'd get to be in this
situation, no matter how much I wanted to or planned for it. I
thought of stopping, but couldn't bring myself to deny the passion
running through my body; nor could I ignore the excitement she
felt, her skin virtually glowed with it. No, this WOULD happen, it
went beyond both of us now.
Her hand moved from my breast and my hand fell to her thigh once
again, this time her inner thigh. She reached up and slowly slid
the straps of my camisole off my shoulders, the red sating sliding
down my body to my waist. My breasts were completely exposed and
my bare nipples hardened instantly from excitement. She smiled
warmly at me and bent her head to my chest. I stroked her thick
hair as her warm tongue teased my erect nipples. Her teeth nipped
my flesh playfully and her hands caressed my back as she held me
close to her.
I closed my eyes and moaned softly, her hands gently easing me back
down onto the bed. I was lying completely stretched out now and my
body was writhing and shaking with anticipation. She continued to
kiss my neck, shoulders and breasts, working her way slowly to my
stomach. My hands slid the shoulders of her gown off and her
breasts were exposed as well. I caressed them tenderly, wetting my
fingers in my mouth and running them slowly over her nipples making
her moan with pleasure. My long, red nails traced a sensual
pattern over her breasts down to her waist and back again, slight
afraid of moving lower, but desperately wanting to touch what was
still hidden beneath the black nylon of her gown.
As if reading my mind, she said, breathlessly, "Touch me."
Eliminating any doubt as to where, she sat up, her legs behind her
and her knees spread apart, and sensually lifted her gown up to her
waist. My hand quivered involuntarily as my fingers reached toward
her moist, warm flesh. I could see without a doubt how wet her
pussy was; even the insides of her thighs glistened with her
juices.
With just the tips of my nails, I gently moved my fingers from her
tummy slowly down to her wet lips. She titled her head back and
moaned softly as my hand slid completely between her legs, cupping
her pussy. My fingers explored her wetness, moving between her
lips and teasing her clit, but not entering her. With every touch,
she moaned a little louder. I sat up and gently pushed her back
onto the bed, resting her head on the pillow. She spread her legs
and bent her knees slightly, wanting me to go further. I pulled
her gown down over her hips and slid it off her body. She was now
completely nude and I knew she wanted me to slide my fingers inside
her waiting pussy. I pulled my own camisole off to get it out of
my way, and she smiled as she watched my tits rise and fall with
the motion of my arms. I smiled back and bent over her body to
kiss her. Her mouth opened invitingly, her tongue delicately
licking my lips before penetrating my wet mouth.
Her arms reached around my back and stroked it tenderly. Our
breasts were touching and I could feel how hard her nipples were
against my skin. Her body gave off an intense heat. I felt it
rise from her skin and wash over me. My breathing began to
increase as her hands ran over my back, down to my waist and slid
under the loose fabric of my tap pants. Her fingers stroked my ass
and squeezed my cheeks gently. I couldn't believe this was
happening. Or maybe I simply couldn't believe I was enjoying it
this much.
I sat back between her legs and ran my hands down her body, all the
while looking deep into her eyes. My fingers trailed down her
neck, over her tits, across her tummy, over her hips and rested on
her thighs. Her back was arched slightly and I knew she wanted my
fingers inside her. I traced my nails slowly over the insides of
her thighs, tickling her tender flesh, and causing her back to arch
more and her pelvis to push upward toward my hands. Slowly,
delicately, I wet my first two fingers in my mouth and ran them
over her already hard clit, down her lips and slipped them quickly
inside her. She gasped with pleasure and her hips began to thrust
toward me trying to get my fingers deeper inside her. Her hands
were on her tits, squeezing the nipples and clutching them in
passion. I watched her face and thought how extraordinarily
beautiful she was. I suddenly had an overwhelming feeling that I
wouldn't be able to please her and I started to tense.
She felt my apprehension and, opening her eyes, smiled at me
sweetly. I smiled back and continued fucking her with my fingers.
My fingers are not very big, so it must have been the sheer
realization of what was happening that triggered her orgasm few
seconds later as the finger of my other hand touched her clit. I
felt her pussy contract around my fingers and almost pull them
deeper inside her. She moaned and gasped deliciously as her
pleasure subsided. When she had completed her orgasm, she reached
for my hands, pulling me to her and kissing me hard. My hand was
wet with her juice and I put two fingers into my mouth and tasted
her for the first time. Her eyes shone with appreciation as I
smiled at her, moving my tongue slowly over my fingers. She tasted
sweet and warm and different from me. It was strange to have this
new taste filling my mouth so completely, but I was enjoying it.
She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me back as she sat up.
Leaning me toward the other side of the bed, she guided me back
against the pillow in the same position that she had been in. How,
I was really excited. My mind raced and my heart pounded as she
slowly pulled off my tap pants and completely exposed my body. She
began exploring my body with her hands. She squeezed my tits and
ran her hands slowly over my tummy and hips and down to my thighs,
avoiding my dripping wet pussy. The, she bent forward and
conducted the same expedition with her mouth. This time, she
trailed her tongue from my tummy down to my clit and licked it
quickly. I thought I would explode! My body rushed a hot desire
through it and out between my legs. I could feel my wetness
seeping out and running down the crack of my ass.
Smiling, she reached between my thighs and spread them wide open,
exposing my shaved pussy. Her finger slipped easily inside my hot
cunt and began fucking me slowly. "You're very tight," she said,
appreciatively and slid another finger inside me. Her hand pumped
in and out of me faster and faster and she began stimulating my
clit with her other hand. I was nearly screaming when I came and
I felt my pussy tighten around her fingers, just as hers had, not
wanting to let go. And she didn't stop there. "I want to eat
you," she said, quietly, almost as if she were waiting for me to
say, "No." I didn't.
Taking my silence as "Yes", she pushed my knees back toward my
thighs and spread my glistening lips open. I gasped as her
delicate tongue slowly began to lick my pussy. She ran it up to
my clit, then back down between my lips to the opening of my pussy.
Sliding it inside me, she fucked me with her tongue gently. I was
going crazy! My back arched and my hips thrust involuntarily
toward her face. Her tongue was so gentle, so small and delicate,
it was like nothing I'd ever felt before; like a beautiful flower
tickling my most hidden places. My body convulsed with each flick
of her tongue and I ran my fingers through her hair as she ate me.
Even though she had never been with woman before, she somehow knew
exactly what to do to drive me crazy. Probably because she knew
what drove her crazy. I knew, too, but had no idea how to actually
perform those feats of ecstasy. I did know, however, that I wanted
to try.
Between gasps, I managed to find my voice. "You shouldn't be doing
all the work, you know," I said, quietly. She raised her head and
smiled at me, her mouth wet with my juice. Knowing full well what
I meant, she moved her body around on top of me so that her pussy
was just above my face and her own mouth went back to working on
me. "Well, it's now or never," I thought to myself. She was so
wet and so ready to have me eat her, she could hardly stand it. Her
hips were moving involuntarily, fucking the imaginary tongue on her
pussy. I thought she deserved the real thing.
My hands ran up her thighs and squeezed her ass. She moaned and
flicked her tongue more quickly across my engorged clit. I pulled
her hips toward my face gently and reached my tongue toward her
hot, wet pussy. The instant it touched her lips, she let out a
moan so filled with lust I could hardly believe it. I tasted her
timidly at first, not sure of what I was doing. My tongue ran
lightly over her lips and the opening of her pussy, then up to her
clit, tickling it gently. She responded by burying her face in my
wet cunt. Her tongue was really driving me insane and I could
hardly concentrate on what I was doing to her because of it. Her
hips suddenly thrust back onto my face of their own volition, and
I found my own face buried in her hot hole. I suddenly felt an
overwhelming urge to completely suck her. I wrapped my hands
around her hips and ran them over the milky white skin of her ass.
As I squeezed her cheeks firmly, my tongue drove into her wet
pussy. I fucked her with my tongue and my fingers moved beneath
her to massage her clit.
We were both moaning and grinding our pussies onto each other's
faces, trying desperately to come. I felt her fingers tickling my
asshole softly. This would surely drive me over the edge! I moved
my hips upward, trying to give her more room to finger my ass. She
wet her finger with my pussy juice and gently lubed my ass. I put
two fingers of my own hand into her pussy and started fucking her.
As I pumped her harder, she slipped her finger quickly into my ass
and slowly fucked me as her tongue tickled my clit. We were both
moaning and squealing, enjoying our pleasure and I could feel the
intense orgasm building in my stomach and working its way down to
my crotch. My tongue continued fucking her pussy and my hand
stimulated her clit and I could feel her body start to tense as she
began her own orgasm. She fucked my ass deeper and harder, adding
a second finger started to suck my clit. My own tongue moved from
her pussy and quickly flicked her asshole. That sent her over the
edge! She cried out and I could feel my body convulse in a
shattering orgasm as I came with her. It was overwhelming how
strong my orgasm was and the intensity was doubled by the fact that
we had come together.
We let our breathing return to normal before we even shifted
positions. She settled herself beside me, her head on the other
pillow, and I looked at her face. She looked drained, exhausted
even, but never had I seen her look more content or more beautiful.
She closed her eyes and smiles slowly. "I NEVER thought this would
happen," she said, softly, almost whispering.
"Me, neither," I added quietly.
She reached for my neck and pulled my lips to hers tenderly.
"Thank you," she said as we parted. "This is a fantasy come true."
"For me, as well," I said. "So, thank YOU."
"Maybe next time we can make it a threesome," she suggested.
I was hoping she'd say that, but had really doubted she ever would.
I smiled without saying a word.
We both closed our eyes and quickly drifted into a deep sleep, our
hands entwined and our bodies wet with passion. I dreamed about
what she had mentioned, making it a threesome, and I have a funny
feeling she did the same.
The next day, we followed our own usual routines and she left after
we had breakfast. I felt closer to her than I had ever felt to
almost anyone. And I got the impression that she felt the same
about me, at least for that moment. We hugged each other goodbye,
and smiled knowingly as she started down the stairs. At the second
landing, she stopped and said, seductively, "Keep you calendar
open, we may be throwing a "party" soon." I nodded, knowing
exactly what she meant, and looking forward to the day when it
would come true.
THE END.
PS. To my surprise and delight, it is my pleasure to inform you
that we have actually spoken since this story was written and,
hopefully, are on our way to beginning our friendship again. With
any luck, it will play out exactly like my written fantasy; or
better!
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