Date: Thu, 9 Nov 2006 16:53:57 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Chapter Twenty-One

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Chapter Twenty-One:  Brad's Idol


When we left port there was the life-boat drill the brochure had advised
was mandatory for all passengers.  After the drill we were free to roam
around.  I showed Uncle Ray where I would go for the kids' program and a
schedule of activities.  The nice thing about the program was you could
come and go as you pleased, participating in some activities while skipping
others.  There was a 'get to know your ship-mate' reception for adults and
kids, then it was off to dinner.  We were scheduled for the early seating
if we chose to eat in the dining room.  If someone hasn't been on one of
these cruises or heard about them, the last thing you worry about is food -
they serve ten meals a day in various locations.

We shared a table with six other people.  Two of them were Jay, a kid my
age, and his dad, Rick.  The other four people were a couple and their two
kids, a girl and boy younger than us.  Jay looked like a kid that liked to
go outdoors and do things.  He was also signed up for the kids program, and
we got along well.  Rick and Uncle Ray were close in age and seemed
friendly so things were starting out pretty good.  After dinner we toured
the ship again, Jay and I hit the game room, while Uncle Ray and Mr. Rick
hit the casino.  About 9:30 Uncle Ray came looking for me.

"You ready to get a late snack and head for the room?"

"Do we hafta?  Jay and I got a good game goin'."

"No, you don't hafta'.  I'm not worried about you getting lost anywhere,
just don't be too late, okay?"

I gave Uncle Ray a quick hug and went back to our game while Uncle Ray
left.  When I got back to our room he was lounging on the balcony with a
drink.  All he was wearing was a terry wrap around his waist.  I hadn't
seen that before and asked him about it.  He said he kept it on in case I
brought Jay back with me.  After a quick shower I pulled an old trick and
took him the towel, climbing onto his lap.  He dried me off and I lay on
him looking up at the night sky.

"Uncle Ray, thanks."

He just squeezed me and started rubbing gently.  This is how we used to do
it, this is how I liked it.

"Uncle Ray, can I ask you something?"

"Sure you can, what is it?"

"Well, Dad said I shouldn't ask you, that you'd tell me when you were
ready, but I want to ask.  Why didn't you ever get married and have kids?"

Ray looked at Brad for a moment before responding.  "I'm a little surprised
your dad hasn't told you and there is no reason for you to not ask.  I was
engaged, once.  You never met her, but you have seen her picture."

"You mean the one on the mantle in your living room."

"Yes, that's her.  Her name was Brenda.  She was the sister of my room-mate
when I was in college.  We dated for three years, then I graduated.  She
lived in Sarasota and would drive up twice each month to visit.  When I
graduated we knew we wanted to get married, but I wanted to wait until I
could get some financial security.  What you don't know is that when I left
school I had a job waiting on me and barely enough cash to buy the gas to
get home."

"Anyway, I worked and saved and invested the money.  When we gained some
financial stability the wedding date was set.  By this time she had left
her job in Sarasota and was living with her brother until the wedding.  We
were in church one Sunday and she fainted.  An ambulance was called; she
was taken to the hospital.  Tests showed she had an advanced case of
cancer.  She died less than three months later.  My way of dealing with her
death was to bury myself in work.  I worked harder and made more money."

"Uncle Ray, I didn't mean to make you sad.  I'm sorry."  He held me as he
talked.  There was a tear running down his cheek.

"You didn't make me sad, Brad.  Her death is something I've learned to live
with.  What makes me sad is how stupid I was."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, one day you will find someone who is very special to you.  If that
person, whether it's a he or a she, really loves you, the money won't mean
anything.  In fact, working through the hard times together should help
bring the two of you closer together.  In my case, I thought I needed the
money and security first and cheated myself out of a lot of what should
have been fond memories.  When your turn comes, don't make the same
mistake, okay?"

"But, you know what, Uncle Ray?  We can make some memories right now."  As
I said this I twisted both of his nips and bit him on the side of the neck.

He fell to a prone position and pulled me down with him.  Holding me close,
he massaged my butt with one hand and began working me over with his other
hand and tongue.  I squirmed and whimpered, loving every moment.  Soon he
stretched me out, holding my hands over my head, pinning me down to the
lounge.  I was at his mercy, trying to get at him and wrap my legs around
his waste.  He would push me to an orgasm, hold for a moment, and then
continue torturing me.  I wanted to hump into him as hard and fast as I
could, but he was in full control.  Soon, he picked me up and took me to
bed.

We lay facing one another while he mouthed my nips and I massaged his
balls.  He gave me a tongue bath from neck to butt, flipping me over and
washing out my crack and treasure hole.  I whimpered and moaned for more as
I reached at least my third orgasm.  Flipping me around, we got in our
favorite sixty-nine position.  I filled my mouth with his tool and tongued
him as hard and fast as I could.  He licked me from base to tip.  Then he
would let go of my prick and suck on my balls and back to my hole.

"Oooohhhh gaaaahhhhdd....yeeeaaaahhh.....lick me.....lick me
moooore.....ooohhhh.....mmmmmppphhh........mmmmmppppphhh...yeeeaaaaah"

This time rather than finish me off by pounding my butt he pulled me on top
of him, pinned my legs down with his, pushed my chest up, holding me
suspended in mid-air and humped away till both our stomachs and chests were
covered in his juices.  Then he pulled me down and rubbed me around until
we were both a wet mess.  I hugged him, kissed him on the side of his neck
letting him know I loved him and slipped off to sleep.

***

There was a knock on the door around 7:30 the next morning.  Uncle Ray got
up, put on the terry wrap and retrieved a tray of food.

"Wake up, sleepy head, if you want breakfast."

Food?  That got my attention real quick.  I don't know if it was the sea
air or the activities of last night, but I was famished.  Uncle Ray put the
tray on the balcony table and I didn't waste any time joining him.  The
morning sun felt good on my naked body and the food smelled great.  There
was eggs, bacon, toast, fruit and juice.

"Uncle Ray, they gonna serve us like this every day?"

"Only when I ask.  I ordered this last night before you got back.  Thought
you might enjoy a little treat.  Now, help yourself.  When does the kids
program start this morning."

"At nine, we're supposed to meet in that same hall where they had the
reception.  I don't remember what we're doing though.  Uncle Ray, I don't
have to go, I can stay with you."

"Yes, you could, but I think it best you join in some of the activities the
other kids are doing.  You know there will be some nights you can't go
where I go, you're too young.  Besides, didn't you tell Jay you'd see him
this morning?"

"I'll meet him, we still have a little time."

"Brad, just be sure you leave enough time for a shower this morning.
Remember, we didn't get cleaned up last night and, quite honestly, you
smell a little funny."

I knew what he was talking about.  We were both covered in his dry cum
which meant we both smelled a little funny.  After breakfast I sat in his
lap a few minutes.  We didn't play around any, didn't want to; we just
wanted to enjoy being with one another.  I got a shower, put on fresh
clothes and was at the hall before nine.

There were a lot more kids on board than I originally thought.  Besides
Jay, there was three other boys close to my age.  The instructor asked us
if anyone had ever climbed a rock wall before, none of us had, so that
became the morning activity.  We had a good time laughing at one another.
We all figured it looked easy enough, but soon found out different.  By the
time we each had at least tried about three times it was time to head for
lunch.

They took us to the buffet next to the pool where we found Mr. Rick and
Uncle Ray.  After lunch we changed to swim suits and played around in the
pool for a while.  Later, Jay and I changed and headed for the game room
(Uncle Ray said I couldn't stay in the sun in the middle of the day).  We
didn't have supper in the dining hall, but ate at a buffet set out on the
deck.  We didn't have to change out of shorts or worry about getting
cleaned up which made things simple and better for us kids.

Jay and I told Mr. Rick and Uncle Ray how we did climbing the rock wall.
Jay made it up on his second try, it took me three.  They told us how much
they invested in entertainment that afternoon.  It took Jay and me a few
minutes to realize they were saying they lost money in the casino.  Jay and
I got along pretty good which helped when we knew all of us were signed up
for the Mayan tour the next day.  Uncle Ray called it an early evening
saying we had to be ready to get on the bus by eight in the morning.

We headed to our suite, which was my favorite place on the ship.  We had a
refrigerator with snacks and a completely private balcony.  We could see
lights reflecting in the water and hear music, but could sit outside
enjoying the fresh ocean air without a stitch - my favorite way to dress.
Tonight we lay on the lounge, I was about three-quarters of the way on top
of him.  He rubbed my butt while I ran fingers through the fuzz on his
chest.  I could have slept there all night feeling the cool breeze blow
across my bare butt while absorbing the warmth generated from his body.
Things stayed quiet and he cradled me in his arms as we went to bed.  He
left the balcony door open to enjoy the fresh air.  Quiet times like this
were sometimes as enjoyable, and sometimes more enjoyable, as when we
engaged in long play sessions.

***

The Mayan tour required about a two hour bus ride south.  The ruins were
situated on a cliff overlooking the ocean.  There was no way an enemy could
approach without being spotted.  The temples were built to honor and
protect the priests and the peoples' gods.  To appease gods they made
angry, virgins and innocent children were offered for forgiveness at the
sacrificial temple.  It seemed strange to think a people would worship a
god that was willing to accept the lives of innocent children, but I had
studied in history books at school that this was not unusual.

I walked around with Uncle Ray and asked him what kind of plumbing the
people had.  The houses looked simple, containing only two or three rooms,
none of which looked like it was used as a bathroom.  He laughed and told
me they didn't have bathrooms like I was used to seeing.  Well, I knew
bathrooms were kind of new, but they had to use something, didn't they?
Uncle Ray said he didn't think history had worked that out yet for the
Mayans; but even in our country back when it was first started people
either used the woods or chamber pots.  I asked him about chamber pots and
decided to be careful what I took food from after I found out what he was
talking about.

We left the ruins and headed to a resort area that I can't even begin to
pronounce.  They served us box lunches on the bus and said we might want to
eat before we got to the resort, which would be in about an hour.  We ate
and our tour guide serenaded us in Spanish, sometimes he led a sing-a-long,
particularly when he got to La Cucaracha.

The resort was an area where salty sea water mixed with fresh water from
springs.  The water was so clear you had to put your hand in it to be sure
the water was there.  The guide said the underwater scenes from a movie
called The Blue Lagoon were filmed here.  There was some big thing about
the girl, Brooke Shields, and the boy, Chris Atkins, and this being the
first movie rated 'R'.  The name of the film didn't really mean anything to
me and I didn't recognize the names of the stars either, and there's lots
of movies around rated 'R'.  He did get my attention when he said they were
nude swimming scenes.  I could handle that, but they told us that wasn't
allowed anymore.

When we got back to the dock we were supposed to get on a hover craft; this
thing floated over the water and was huge.  I thought we were going to sit
on top and get to see everything, but instead they loaded us inside.  While
we waited our turn to board the hover craft there was a group of ten or
twelve local boys treading water.  The tour guide said they discouraged
tourists from tossing money to them, it encouraged the kids to skip school,
but this was summer.  Uncle Ray and several other adults started tossing
coins down.  Uncle Ray tossed a hand full of coins at one time and all the
boys dove together.  I laughed when I saw four bare butts come up as they
dove after the coins.  I wouldn't have minded trying that myself but the
look on Uncle Ray's face said he read my mind and there was no way.  I
think he may have been a little perturbed with me anyway 'cause when we
changed clothes at the resort I put on my jogging shorts - the ones with no
butt support.

I don't know how long it took us to get back to the ship; I fell asleep
shortly after we left the dock, so did Jay.  Again, we had supper at the
outdoor buffet.  Jay and I hit the game room for a couple hours while Uncle
Ray and Mr. Rick went to one of the shows.  Around nine, we all called it
an evening, there was another full day planned for tomorrow including
climbing Victoria Falls.  In fact, we had four consecutive days of
activities planned, each day was a different port.  Jay and I figured out
whoever put together the activities for kids had counted on kids going
onshore.  We were given a list of items for a scavenger hunt; some of these
items could only be found at specific ports.

The night after the Mayan tour was fun.  I had taken a nap on the way back
to the boat; Uncle Ray said I slept for about an hour and a half.  The nap
and the early evening left me charged for the night.  He kept me soaking in
the tub a little longer than normal, I think he had this strange idea it
might slow me down; no way.  Again, we lay on the lounge with him rubbing
my butt and me listening to his heart beat and enjoying the gentle up and
down movement as he breathed.

After a few minutes I began to suckle on his nipple and play with the
other.  My free hand just held his shoulder.  It was nice lying there and
listening to him purr as I pleased him.  He continued to first rub and then
pinch my butt, using his free hand to run his fingers through my hair.
Then I felt him grab me between the legs and flip me around.  Before I
could settle down he was giving me a blow job on the balcony; I
reciprocated.  As he teased first my dick, then moved to suck on my sac and
bathe the perineum I began to whimper, trying to do so quietly.

"Ooooohhhhh Uncle Ray.....yeeeeeaaaaahh,.........lick me......niiiiice.....suck
'em in ......lick 'em.......mmmmmmmpppphhhh.....mmmmmmm..." I whispered.

While I enjoyed his oral attentions and reciprocated as best as I knew how
he used his hands to torture my nipples, rubbing and twisting till they
burned pushing me into orgasmic bliss.  Grabbing me under the arm he
twisted me around again, got up and carried me to bed where he continued to
turn me into his whimpering puppy.  I was a drooling, whimpering puppy
trying to come off another special high as he oiled me up and stuck his
dick in and slowly massaged my hole and perineum.  He held me up in the air
by my upper arms and I begged him for more.  I couldn't move, I was under
his total control and loved every moment.  He seemed to know when I was
going to hit another high and he began to pump harder and faster, causing
us both to go over the edge together.

***

The next day we were on another bus in another port.  This time we were
headed to Victoria Falls.  The excursion was to climb the falls.  I didn't
see where this should be so hard since there were boulders forming a
staircase just behind the falls.  I wore my street shorts over the same
jogging shorts I wore back on the Mayan tour.  I figured if anyone got a
'from below' look at a cheek, that was for them to enjoy or ignore.  As
long as they understood it was my butt, my private property, and this boy
belonged to someone else.

Climbing the falls wasn't quite as easy as it looked, of course everything
always looks easy to an eleven year old.  We got soaked, but who cared?
More than once Uncle Ray had to catch me to keep the falls from knocking me
backwards.  Something else we discovered on this excursion, yellow jogging
shorts become semi-transparent when they get wet; good thing I left the
package support in the front.

The next day I understood why it was important to practice the water
skiing.  He arranged for us to para-sail.  At first, the people weren't
sure about letting me go because of my age.  Uncle Ray told them I could
ski and was a good swimmer; he also offered to sign a waiver of liability
should I get hurt.  The first time I went up, the man went with me; said it
was for my protection.  We weren't up long before the boat reeled us in; I
was disappointed because I knew the rides should be much longer.  When we
got on the boat the man spoke with Uncle Ray a minute and then they let me
go on my own.

There is no way to describe the thrill of hanging in the air forty or fifty
feet above the ocean.  The water was so clear I could see the bottom and
see some of the fish as they swam along.  I hung there holding on to the
ski bar, thankful there was a safety line also running to the para-sail.
Quite honestly, at first I was scared shitless; the guide said the water
was over fifteen feet deep, it didn't look two feet deep from where I was.
I don't now if I screamed from the thrill or from pure fear.  Soon, it was
all a thrill.  After my ride ended, Uncle Ray took me back up with him.
Somehow it was different just holding on to his hairy arms and feeling his
strength wrapped around me.

After the ride we walked into town for some shopping; after all, we were
supposed to bring back souvenirs for several people.  We bought crystal
pieces for his mother, Aunt Charlotte, my grandma and aunt.  We bought
t-shirts for ourselves and everybody else.

The next day was another port and snorkeling.  Snorkeling here was a little
different because the water was so clear and there were rock formations
along the bottom.  I was a pretty good swimmer and so was Uncle Ray so we
were having a good time.  Jay and Mr.  Rick wee also on this excursion.
Jay was doing fine, it didn't take him any time to learn to exhale through
the pipe after a dive.  Poor Mr. Rick, he always inhaled when he broke the
surface; he finally learned just before he drowned himself.

After snorkeling we decided to hit the beach, at least Jay and I did.
Mr. Rick and Uncle Ray came along I think more to keep an eye on us.  We
didn't hit the beach next to the docks but wanted to run up around the
bend.  Uncle Ray gave me one of his 'what are you up to' looks when I just
shrugged my shoulders; Jay knew what was happening.  They told us we could
run ahead but don't get too far ahead.  We got around the bend long before
them and you should have seen the look on their faces.

Around the bend was a local beach.  We were in Jamaica, and in Jamaica
pre-pubescent kids don't wear anything at the beach.  The site was probably
interesting to see all these local kids, jet black in color, with two white
kids running around naked with them.  At first, Uncle Ray just stood there
and looked at us with his jaw dropping only a little bit, then he turned
and said something to Mr. Rick.  Soon the two of them started walking along
the beach and then towards our clothes.  I told Jay they were going to
strip and join us.  Surprise on us!

Mr. Rick walked up to Jay and told him not to stay out too long 'cause he'd
get burned to the point of hurtin'.  I got the 'that goes for you, too,
mister' look from Uncle Ray.  Jay and I just said okay, smiled at one
another and took off down the beach enjoying the sun and breeze on our
naked bodies.  When we turned around and looked Uncle Ray and Mr.  Rick had
walked back to the bend in the beach and waved at us with our clothes.
They took our clothes and were leaving us stark naked on the beach!  How
were we supposed to get back to the ship?

We thought they were playing a trick on us and would come back.  After a
little while we realized they weren't coming back.  Some of the locals that
were having a good laugh at our expense, and who wouldn't under the
circumstances, were nice enough to give each of us an old scarf.  We tied
the scarves around ourselves and took off for the ship.  I felt like every
set of eyes on the island was focused on us as we covered the strip from
the bend to the dock.  Uncle Ray and Mr. Rick were sitting on the edge of
the dock, again waving at us with our shorts.

"Uncle Ray, that wasn't funny.  You left us out there alone, naked and with
no clothes."  I was upset and had no problem letting him know it.

"Easy there, fella.  First, if you can't take a joke, don't play one on
anybody else.  Second, you've been looking for a nudist beach all week,
Rick and I thought we'd let the two of you enjoy yourselves.  It's not like
you don't run around free sometimes anyway."

"Uncle Ray!  Don't go tellin' people that, even if it's true."

Mr. Rick joined the conversation.  "Don't worry Brad, you're not alone.
Jay hasn't been wearing a stitch in our room."

"Dad!  How could you tell anybody that?"

"Ray, looks like we have a couple of home nudists on our hands.  They think
it's okay to run around free all the time and think they're big stuff, but
don't tell anybody.  Then they get embarrassed."

The two men were still having a good laugh at our expense.  I took my
shorts from him and promptly dropped my scarf, standing naked on the dock.
Then I took my time putting the shorts on.  Jay followed my example.  Uncle
Ray took the scarf and made me a sweat band, tying it around my head.  Then
he picked me up in a fireman's carry and headed back to the ship.

"Come on, kid.  Time to head back and get cleaned up anyway.  I'll carry
you like this and everybody can see you cut the back out of the shorts.
Maybe they'll enjoy seeing your naked butt."

I couldn't help but laugh and begged him to put me down.  Just before we
got on board, he set me down.  I playfully swung at him with a fist, of
course I missed.  He grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and said to get
aboard.  We all agreed to get cleaned up and have dinner in the dining room
that night.

When we got to our room we took a shower instead of a bath.  Of course, I
was never really mad at Uncle Ray for taking my clothes, I'd walk down the
middle of Main street running free so long as I knew I wouldn't get in any
serious trouble.  He bathed me and shampooed my hair then I soaped up and
started cleaning him.  As I cleaned him I melted into his front, holding
him close.  My hands moved slowly over his chest and teased his nips
getting them ready for some suction.  We were both horny.

"Brad, we're supposed to meet Rick and Jay shortly; how about I'll suck you
to orgasm real quick and then get my nut for now.  Later tonight we can
play again."

We did and we did, but it wasn't the last of the trip.

***

At night there was always the casino for the adults.  If they didn't like
that there were two night clubs that I knew of plus floor shows.  Each
night Uncle Ray and Mr. Rick would attend one of them, sometimes together
and sometimes not.  For kids there was what we called Kid's Hall.  It was
the meeting room we first gathered in.  There was always music, punch,
games, and snacks.

One night we had a live disc jockey that played some pretty decent music.
There was a group of guys just standing around doing what we called
'shootin' the shit' and watching other groups.  I don't know why but I
started a slight bounce to the beat.  Soon, someone noticed I had been
moving my feet; I was doing it subconsciously.  A couple of other people in
the room were doing the same thing.  We figured out, or rather the tour
guide figured out, that we knew how to line dance.  Within a few minutes
four of us were giving line dancing demonstrations to the rest of the kids,
then we each took a group and led them through a couple of songs.  That was
one of the best kids' evening we had on board.  Uncle Ray had been right
when he said if you could dance you could be popular and have a great time.

At the end of that night I felt like a million bucks.  When I got back to
the room Uncle Ray was getting out of the shower; I stripped and jumped in
for a quick one.  We settled on the lounge while I told him everything that
happened and what a great time we had.  We fooled around some and I sat on
top of him playing with his nips.  I talked incessantly for who knows how
long but never stopped giving him attention, then I asked him to turn over.
He started to say something but I think the serious look on my face stopped
him; I had something on my mind.

He rolled over and I made myself comfortable in the small of his back.
Leaning down I blew into his ear and tongued him.  Then I sat up and bean
massaging his shoulders and back.  I took my time using my fingers as best
as I knew how, pausing occasionally to lick and kiss his back.  It didn't
take too long before he began to purr.  I spoke softly asking him to just
lie there and let me do this for him.

Working my way down is back and side I would reach under him and work his
nipples while tonguing his back.  As I worked down I slipped below his butt
and situated myself so I was sitting on my ankles between his legs.  When I
reached the small of the back I kissed and caressed my way into the top of
his crack.  After teasing him some I began nibbling at his butt while I
reached between his legs and massaged his balls.  He squirmed and whimpered
letting me know I was doing good.  Then, my special present to him, I
spread his cheeks and went after his treasure hole, giving him all the good
feelings I could; trying to imitate what he always did for me.

After I worked his hole a little he got up and carried me inside, setting
me down gently on my back.  He straddled me at first, reaching down and
putting his arms between my legs, he pulled up and back so my legs were
hooked behind his arms.  He then went to work on my treasure hole.  As he
worked he settled his hole over my face so I could continue my special
attention to him.

We moved all over the bed that night, spending a long time in our own
special heaven; a scene repeated more than once after that night and before
the trip ended.

***

Part of the kid's program has been a scavenger hunt.  Jay and I had worked
on the list off and on over the entire trip and sometimes at night when
Uncle Ray and Mr. Rick were doing there thing.  At times we thought it was
hopeless, other times we thought we did pretty good.  The list and items
were to be turned in the night before we hit the private island.  The
winners would be announced at lunch time on the island.

We turned in our list and waited; Jay and I tied with two other kids for
third place.  I wanted to know where on earth the kids that finished second
and first found that other tuff, but it didn't matter.  The prize for the
first three places was lunch or dinner at the captain's table, with the
family of course.  With the tie they announced that we would be given
fifteen minutes to come up with more items.  The team with the most won.

We looked at the list and had no idea what we could get.  Some of the
things listed we didn't know what they were and couldn't pronounce the
words.  The other team didn't seem to be doing any better.  Finally, we
asked if we could ask our parents a question and they said it was okay.
Uncle Ray and Mr. Rick looked at the list, and then Uncle Ray got this
funny look on his face.

"Brad, read this.  What is it?"

'Some kind'a stone, I don't know."

"Brad, it says 'raw, precious stone'.  What is a precious stone?"

I didn't know and just stood there looking at him.  Then he started listing
things like diamonds, emeralds; he told me to think and the light came on.

I ran over to the table hollering 'I got it, I got it!'  I was wearing my
necklace from Cherokee, the one with the uncut ruby as a pendant.

We chose to have lunch with the Captain.  It was less formal and we all
wanted some personal time to be together that night.  Jay and I thought we
were "it", and we were.  My plan for that night was for Uncle Ray and me to
spend time on the balcony enjoying our own special piece of heaven.  It had
been a great trip and I wanted a great end; this time I'd let him treat me.

***


Uncle Ray had mentioned to me that I was going to meet an attorney friend
of his and another man when we got back.  It was time to continue my
education.

Huh?


End Chapter Twenty-One

To Be Continued; comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at
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