Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2007 17:15:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Chapter Fifty-Five

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This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between
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NOTE: Special thanks to Greg for his time and efforts proof reading and
editing the chapters.  Greg's assistance contributes substantially to a
more enjoyable story.  If you like feel good stories, allow me to recommend
"Never Take Love For Granted".  It's written by a friend of mine and is
posted under Adult/Youth.  SPECIAL THANKS to Nickolas James for allowing me
to use his story in this chapter.


Chapter Fifty-Five: Brads Idol


Monday morning at the bus stop should have been like any other, but it
wasn't; at least, not for me.  The usual group was there, including Nancy.
We were always friendly and joked around just other kids.  However, once
you've spent the weekend naked with someone, especially if that someone is
of the opposite sex, things change a little.  You can't exactly say the
usual things like 'what'd you do this weekend' or 'what's up' and keep a
straight face.

The same problem came up when we stopped at the next pickup point and Donny
got on the bus.  As usual, he spotted me and came back and sat next to me.
If he had asked me what was up I probably would have been embarrassed.  My
problem all morning had been thinking about what I would say to them when I
saw them this morning, and thinking about the weekend had me up.  Not only
was I up, but I was willing to bet everyone could tell, even with me
sitting down.

"Brad, you need to relax, man.  We had a good weekend; now it's back to
normal."

Donny had to be kidding.  We redefined normal over the weekend, at least my
normal.  All during the day at school, whenever I saw either one of them I
know that I broke out in a dumb grin.  Before the day was over I was
feeling like a complete dork.  When the day was over all I wanted to do was
get home and not see anyone; I was worn out from worrying.  Of course,
Larry was there, but he didn't count.

It was September, but in Florida, that's still summer-time.  After I
stripped I wandered out to the pool and dove in.  Swimming a few laps
helped me unwind and I decided to just lie out on the chaise.  There's
always something relaxing about lying around and soaking up the warm sun.
There was a gentle breeze blowing and it really felt nice blowing over my
body.  Soon, I was off in a world all my own and then slipped off into a
nice nap.  I felt the side of the chaise go down.

"Hey, kiddo.," It was a familiar, gentle voice.  "That must be some dream
you were having."

I turned my head and opened my eyes to see Uncle Ray sitting on the side of
the chaise and leaning over me.  When I gave him a questioning look, he
pointed towards my feet.  I looked down and saw that my pole was at full
mast.  Not only was it standing tall, but it jumped with my heart beat.
All I could do was laugh and let my head plop down on the pillow.

"Yeah, I guess it was."  Then I looked at him, "but you interrupted me
before I got to the good part."  I reached up and put my arms around his
neck and buried my head in his shoulder.  That's when I realized he was
already naked, too.  I wasn't awake yet and he started rubbing my back.

"You keep doing that and I'll just go back to sleep," I told him and he did
just what I expected.  He picked me up and we both ended up in the pool.

"Uncle Ray, that wasn't nice.  You were supposed to be rubbing my back."  I
complained, but it really didn't come out like a complaint.  How could it?
I knew what he would do as soon as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
That's when I realized Larry wasn't around.

"Where's Larry?" I asked him.

"He's inside lying on the sofa, taking a nap.  What's up with you two?  Are
your weekends getting to be more than you can handle?"  About that time
Larry came staggering out of the family room; he wasn't awake either.

"Hey, ya'll sure do make a lot of racket.  How am I supposed to rest?"

He walked over near the edge of the pool and Uncle Ray and I did just what
Larry wanted us to do.  Before he could say anything else, he was in the
pool with us.

We all horsed around some.  Larry and I kept diving under water and going
after Uncle Ray.  He didn't have any trouble grabbing us and, as usual,
grabbed our leg or ankle and held us till we had to come up for air.  Soon
as we took a breath we usually got a face-full of water.  After we goofed
off for a while Uncle Ray said it was time to cook some supper.  He planned
on chicken but the look Larry and I gave him said we weren't overly
thrilled with that idea.  When he asked us what we wanted, we settled on
spaghetti.  With the three of us working on salad, bread and spaghetti, it
didn't take any time until we sat at the patio table for supper.

That night felt more peaceful than a lot of them we had.  Usually Larry and
I would have friends over after school and things could get a little wild.
With friends over, we stayed keyed up and usually the friends stayed for
supper.  It was nice sitting outside enjoying a quiet meal with just the
three of us.  Uncle Ray always asked us how our day was at school and we
always had a story to tell about a teacher or a dumb stunt some kid pulled.
Every once in a while, but not often, we would tell him about a dumb stunt
one of us might have pulled.  We were just careful about which stunts we
told him about; not that we really had anything to worry about.

"Oh, yeah.  I gotta read a book and write a report," I announced, sans any
degree of enthusiasm.

"Did your teacher give you any particular book to read or a list to choose
from?"

"Uh-uh.  She said we could choose the book but we had to let her know what
it was and she would either approve it or tell us to find another one.  The
only condition is that it had to have a number of chapters and be at least
a hundred and fifty pages long.  The other thing is that it couldn't be a
kiddie book; you know, like from second grade or something."

"Sounds like the teacher has you guys figured out pretty well.  Any idea
what you want to read?"

"Nope.  Some of the guys talked about Moby Dick or something like that.
They're trying for books they've already read or they've made a movie about
it."

"And what was Master Brad thinking about?"

"Maybe the same thing?"  I knew I wasn't going to get away with it, but if
you don't try you don't know for sure.  He didn't say anything; he just sat
there shaking his head while Larry laughed.  I waited for a suggestion,
which was what I wanted when all this started.

"Tell you what.  I have a story in mind I'd like for you to read anyway.
It's not available in bookstores anymore; in fact, I can't tell you exactly
when it was available in stores.  It's a story about a young boy becoming
aware and maturing.  Suppose I speak with your teacher to get her approval
and then I'll pull it out for you?"

"I don't know, Uncle Ray.  You don't make it sound very exciting.  How long
is it?"

"Believe me, kiddo, you'll love it.  It's not bad, only about a hundred and
eighty pages or so.  It's broken down into a lot of chapters so it'll be
easy reading."  I just looked at him trying to figure out what he meant by
'easy reading'; mine or his.  "If you don't like it you'll have time to
find another book."  I shrugged my shoulders and moved on.

The house rule was that an hour and a half before bed time we were supposed
to have our baths and settle down.  The problem that night was that Larry
and I both got good naps that afternoon.  We couldn't have cared less about
going to sleep.  After dinner and the kitchen was cleaned, Larry and I
grabbed Uncle Ray and pulled him out to the pool again.  Once we started
running, we didn't stop until we hit the water.  Uncle Ray tried to put on
the brakes and break our grip so he didn't fall in, but we held on just
enough so he couldn't keep his balance and he went in with us.  We didn't
have anything special planned; we were just full of energy and ready to
have fun.

I resorted to one of my old games where I climbed up on his shoulders,
using him like a diving board.  After a few of those he complained that I
was getting too heavy for that and we all started taking turns diving off
the board.  It doesn't take too many dives to start draining the energy out
and you get winded.  When I reached the point that I was doing more belly
flops than anything else, I quit.  It was getting late and by this time we
had burned off a lot of the extra energy.

Usually, Uncle Ray would fill his tub with water and sometimes add bubbles
if I asked him.  He told us that we had done a job on the 'old guy' and he
was just going to get a quick shower and it was bed time.  We burned off a
lot of the extra energy, but the mischief was still there.  Right after he
stepped into the shower, he got uninvited company.  Larry and I stepped in
and just smiled.

"What do you two think you're up to?"  He had to be kidding.

"We needed to shower too and didn't want to waste the hot water.  Besides,
we thought we'd do something nice for you tonight."  I tried to say that as
innocently as possible.  Whether he bought it or not was debatable, but we
stayed in the shower and proceeded to be nice to him.

Larry started soaping and cleaning the right side while I did the same to
the left side.  Of course, we were a little naughty while we scrubbed him
down.  I just gave a little extra attention to the nipple area, the crack
of his butt and the perineum.  Larry was following everything I did on the
other side.  He didn't complain so I assumed he liked it.  When it came
time to shampoo his hair he had to squat down so we could reach the top of
his head.  Larry and I both worked on his head and I made sure to plant my
package in his face.  He teased me a little with some nibbling and a few
light kisses around the pube area.  His left hand was buried in my rack
while his right was buried in Larry's.

When his shampoo was done he leaned against the wall and spread his legs a
little.  I straddled and leaned against the left leg, Larry did the same on
the right leg.  He soaped us up good and bathed both of us at the same
time; same thing with the shampoo.  He must have put half the bottle of
shampoo on my head because shampoo was running down my face, back and every
other part; the same with Larry.

His hand went down my front and he massaged my package.  I couldn't open my
eyes because of the shampoo, but the moans coming from Larry said he was
getting special treatment too.  My hand was against the wall to help me
keep my balance.  When I reached back for Uncle Ray's package, I found
Larry's hand.  Both hands stayed there and massaged Uncle Ray.  Soon, I
could feel Larry shaking and really moaning loud; there was no doubt what
was about to happen or was happening.  Uncle Ray stopped on me before I
could unload.

When we went to bed I didn't even pretend.  As soon as he laid down I
crawled on top and whispered in his ear 'horny toad' and attacked his neck
and ear.  His hand went straight down my crack and found the entrance to my
treasure; my legs spread as far as they could go to give him access.  I
moaned and he breathed loud and hard.  After working over his neck and
ears, I kissed him on each cheek, then the chin, and worked my way to his
nipples.  I suckled one and twisted the other.  His back arched and I knew
he liked what I was doing.

When I started to move further down, he grabbed my leg and spun me around.
My whole package was sucked in at one time.  The vacuum he created made my
balls feel like he was going to pull them off.  With both legs wrapped
around his head, I humped and pushed as hard as I could and went down on
him.  No part of his pole or jewels was left dry.  When I knew he was ready
I pulled both off and away from him.

"I wanta feel you in me; I'm clean." I tried to whisper in his ear as I
gasped for air.  I was hot and ready.

I lay across him with my head on his right shoulder and my hand tucked
under his back.  My right hand played with his nipple; occasionally I
slipped the tip of my finger in his ear to tickle him.  When his finger
entered me, shivers coursed through my body and I began to relax.  Slowly,
his finger moved in a circle and pushed in deeper and deeper.  All I could
do was lay there and whimper while he made me his wet puppy, aching to be
penetrated and filled.

A second finger entered and I took a deep breath, my back arched and I
loved the feeling.  His fingers moved in a scissors motion, spreading me
open, loosening me to accept what I wanted.  The third finger entered and I
knew I would get what I wanted soon.  As he moved inside me he would stroke
across my magic spot, making me cry out with pleasure.  His fingers stayed
in me as he controlled my body and rolled me on my back.

Kneeling between my legs, I pulled my legs up high and wrapped them around
his back.  I could feel the tip of his tool barely touching me around my
pucker.  Placing my hands on the back of his shoulders I pulled him down
and kissed him.  It was a sensuous kiss that I didn't want to break, but I
had to so I could whisper in is ear.

"Now.  Fuck me, now," I pleaded in a voice barely above a whisper.  I
needed him in me.

When he pushed in I locked my ankles together and used my legs to get full
penetration in one fast and hard plunge.  There was a little pain, but it
was a pleasing pain as I once again gasped for air and held on to him until
my butt got accustomed to the invader.  When my muscles relaxed he started
a slow, steady rhythm of plunging in and out of me.  Once, as he was
pulling out, his hands went under my back and he lifted me.

Rocking back between his ankles he held me at a forty-five degree angle.  I
held on and started riding the pony like a bucking bronc.  Each stroke
crossed my prostate and I cried out my pleasure.  Soon, I shot a huge load
over his chest.  Volley after volley landed on him and I didn't think I
would ever stop.  He held me close, supporting me while I recovered from my
sexual high.  He laid me back down; staying in me the whole time.  With two
fingers I scooped up as much of my juice as I could and put it in my mouth.
Then I pulled him down to me and kissed him, sharing my prize as Donny had
done with me on the log.  Before we broke the kiss, he resumed his rhythmic
plunging.

We were both covered in sweat.  The sexual high kept me at another level.
Only occasionally did I return to the present where I could suckle his
nipples and appreciate the feel of sweat covered nakedness rub over me.  As
he approached his climax he changed his angle to again massage my prostate.
When I released another load he released inside me.  When I felt his
volleys I took a deep breath and held it while I concentrated on the
feelings of my bowels being flooded.  It had been a while since we had sex
like this; in fact, we never did.  This time was special because I had
learned it was okay to kiss him and penetrate him with my tongue.  I knew I
wanted it like this again, and soon.

When we finished he knew I wanted him to stay in me.  He lifted my legs,
moving so he didn't pull out.  He rolled me on my side and then spooned in
behind me.  My head lay on his arm.  With the hand draped over my side, he
scooped up the remaining juice and we shared it.  I slipped off to sleep
while he gently rubbed my stomach.

                                                           ***

There was a message on the telephone when I got home from school.  Uncle
Ray kept a pad and pencil next to the phone so we could write down numbers
and notes. When I pressed the button to retrieve the message, it was from
Uncle Ray to me.  He talked to my teacher and she approved the story he
wanted me to read.  The first three chapters were sitting on top of his
desk.  I put my backpack away, got comfortable and went looking for the
story.  It was easy to find since it was the only thing on top of his desk
and had a note on it that said "Brad, this is for your book report."  There
was no second guessing that message.

Each chapter was paper clipped.  The title read Bodega Bay by Nickolas
James.  I had no idea what the story was about; it wasn't even a book.  I
could tell he had downloaded it from somewhere.  I walked into the family
room and sat in his big chair, Indian style, and started reading.  The
story was interesting enough and I became so engrossed in it that I didn't
even hear him come in.  At that point I also realized I didn't even get my
afternoon snack.  The story had to be good if I forgot to take care of my
stomach.

"Hey, kiddo.  How's the reading going?"  He startled me back to reality.  I
stood up on the chair so I could wrap my arms around his neck and give him
a hug.  He hugged me back and gave me a little love pat on the butt; then
he let his hand rest on my cheek and scratched my butt like he used to do.

"Fine. I wasn't sure I was gonna like it at first, but it's pretty easy
reading.  But, you know, so far this kid's life is pretty screwed up.  What
am I supposed to learn from this?"

"Patience, kid, patience.  You only have the first three chapters there.
There's a lot more to the story.  How much have you read?"

"I was just startin' chapter three.  I think I could do four tonight with
no problem; where do you keep them?"

"On the computer.  I printed those, but I'll pull out more tonight for you.
In fact, I'll print out another chapter for tonight and then four more.
How's that?"

"Fine, thanks.  But, Uncle Ray, can we eat first?  I forgot to eat my snack
and I'm starved."

After dinner, the fourth chapter was printed out, plus four more.  At that
point my mind was focused in another direction so I didn't read anymore
that night.  Each day after school though, I followed the same routine.  I
came home, got comfortable, did my homework, goofed off some and then sat
cross-legged, Indian style in Uncle Ray's big chair and read two or three
chapters.  How many chapters I read depended on how much homework I had to
do and how long the chapters were.  Truthfully, the chapters really weren't
very long and there was always some funny moments that made reading easy.
Some of the things I read also made me think.  Some of the things I read
made me want to cry; in fact, I shed more than one tear for Kevin.  Things
were just turning around for the kid when the phone rang.

"Hello," I answered after taking a deep breath.

"Hey, kiddo, what's up?"  It was Uncle Ray.

"Nothin'.  I was just readin' the story."

"You sound kind of down.  Is there something wrong?"  He sounded concerned.
How was I supposed to tell him I was getting down over the story?

"Brad, two things, son.  First, remember it's a story; it's not real.
Second, how about you and Larry get dressed and we'll all head out for
dinner when I get home?"  Maybe he didn't think it was real, but some of it
sure hit close to home.

"Where we goin'?  How are we supposed to dress?"  I deliberately ignored
the other part of what he said.

"I think you should at least get dressed to go out in public.  Why is it
I'm willing to bet you wouldn't want to go strolling through the mall in
your current state of dress, or should I say undress?"

"I bet a few more visits to Donny's grandparents' place and I wouldn't
care," I said teasing him.  "We'll get some clothes on.  Can we go to that
place that says it's from down under and get steak; I want a bloomin'
onion?"

"It's called the Outback, and yes, we can go there.  I'll be home in about
thirty minutes, okay?"

"Okay.  See ya."  I hung up and headed out back to find Larry.

"Lar!  Uncle Ray called.  He said we was goin' out and we can't go naked.
We gotta get dressed."  Larry looked at me like I was nuts.

The onion may have gotten its name from how it looked after it was cooked,
but part of the name had to come from the fact that it produced a lot of
bloomin' gas in whoever ate it.  Three of us shared one and after having
steak, salad and fries on top of the onion, I felt like I was going to bust
wide open.  It was a relaxing meal and it was nice just to sit there and
talk while someone waited on us.

"Uncle Ray, we doin' anything special this weekend?"  I asked out of
curiosity.

"Maybe.  I'm thinking about it.  How are you and the story coming along?"

"Pretty good; I've got twelve chapters done so far.  I think I can just
about read that much over the weekend if we don't go nowhere and then it'll
be easy to finish next week so I can write my report.  What do ya mean,
'maybe'?"

"Larry, what about you?  I know Brad's been reading a story for a book
report; how's your school work doing?"

"I'm fine.  Everything's done and I'm reading a book, too.  I'm reading a
new book.  It's called Harry Potter."

"What's it about?"  I just looked at Uncle Ray. I couldn't believe he
hadn't heard of Harry Potter.

"It's about this kid that has a lightning bolt scar on his forehead and
he's supposed to be a wizard.  He goes to a school called Hogwart's and
there's some evil people that want to do him in 'cause he's s'posed to be
the chosen one.  It's really neat with the haunted castle for the school
and they play a game riding broomsticks chasing a flying ball."  Larry
couldn't tell him anymore because he'd started laughing too hard.

"Just do us all a favor," Uncle Ray looked like he was half serious and
half joking, "if there's any spells in there, don't try to cast them on any
of us, okay?"

"Uncle Ray, you didn't answer my question.  What did you mean by 'maybe'?"
I knew he had something in mind, but he wasn't sharing.

"Well, I thought we could all stay home tomorrow.  If you two want to go
out riding your bikes or something like that, that's okay.  However, in the
morning, we'll all get up nice and early and clean the yards.  How's that
sound?"

"Thrills," was all I could think of and Larry started laughing again.

"Well, you know it has to be done.  This time we need to add in edging and
trimming the hedges.  Full cleanup this weekend.  Now, we still have
Sunday.  Suppose we go see a Broadway play that's playing downtown?  Maybe
we could go have dinner on the river followed by a matinee?  You can each
invite one friend.  How's that?"

"Sounds good, maybe.  What's the play?"

"Stomp."

"Oh man!  That's neat.  I saw them advertising that on television.  They do
street dancing and challenges and use garbage cans for drums!"  My whole
attitude towards the play thing improved immediately.  Larry just sat there
not understanding any of this.

"Lar, you saw the ad on television.  It showed this guy jumping off a
platform or something and they used garbage can lids, banging them together
like they do in a band.  There was another guy with drum sticks doin' a job
on the side of the can."

"Yeah, I remember.  Is that what we're gonna see?  Can I call Ben?"

"Surprise, surprise," I said sarcastically.  "Who woulda guessed?"

"Alright, smart ass." Larry squirmed down as soon as he said that and
looked at Uncle Ray, trying to figure out how much trouble he was
in. "Sorry.  I bet Brad calls Donny though."  I laughed and Uncle Ray was
doing his best not to smile.

When we got home I had to eat about four or five Tums.  It was impossible
for me to take more than a few steps without passing gas and that onion
reached the point it didn't taste so good about the third time around.  Out
of desperation, and tired of embarrassing myself, I went into the bathroom
and cleaned my insides out.  The steak and onion were good, but there
definitely was a price to be paid; at least by me.  Larry didn't have any
trouble and all I could think about was that big ice cream sundae I tried
to eat.  I couldn't eat all of mine but Larry ate his and then finished
mine.

When we went to bed I lay there, secure in my familiar nest between his arm
and chest, and thought about Kevin.  Uncle Ray could tell I had something
on my mind or was at least thinking about something.

"Hey, kiddo, are you getting anything out of the story, yet?"

"Some.  I was just thinkin'.  That kid, Kevin, really got dumped on.  His
mom let her boyfriend rape the kid when he was ten.  Uncle Ray, she even
saw her boyfriend plowin' the kid and just closed the door and let her
boyfriend do whatever he wanted.  That just plain sucks."

"Easy, kid, there's no need to get upset.  Do you know why she acted like
that?"

"I'm not really upset Uncle Ray; it just sucks.  She was a drunk and
couldn't take care of herself.  I'm only through chapter twelve, but it
sounds like she always blamed somebody else for everything that went wrong.
I just can't believe she'd let her boyfriend rape her ten year old son,
that's all.  Then, when the kid calls out for help, his dad hangs up the
phone on him."  I was getting upset; but there was a good reason for it.

"Kevin's step mom accused him of molesting his little step brother and
Kevin's dad sided with the step mom.  He didn't even ask Kevin about it, he
just blamed the poor kid.  Kevin was bein' shit on no matter where he
turned."  Now I was getting mad and I could feel him laughing to himself.

"Hey, remember one thing for me.  It's fiction.  It's not a real story."

"Maybe not, but I bet there's a bunch of kids out there that something like
this really happens to.  You know, adults gotta understand that a kid needs
somebody to go to sometimes."  Suddenly, I understood why he was laughing
to himself.  He knew a kid needed someone to go to sometimes, and he was my
'somebody'.

"Well, since life was so bad for Kevin, how did he cope with the
situation?"

"He made up things.  Like, he liked to pretend he was a bus driver and
always drove the same route every day.  He'd ride his bike like it was the
bus; he even created his own route.  That way he didn't have to always deal
with what was really happening to him.  In the end, though, he ran away
from home.  He had a bus route to make him feel safe every day, but when he
ran away he left town.  He just got lucky that a lady saw him on the
highway and stopped to help him.  It coulda been some other idiot that
would've done the same thing as his mom's boyfriend."

"Anyway, they wound up calling the police and child welfare who called his
grandparents.  The grandparents got him and they called his dad.  When his
dad still wouldn't help him, his grandpa let the dad have it over the
phone.  When they went to court to get custody, the mom was there and she
tried layin' a guilt trip on the kid.  She was a real bitch to the kid."  I
felt him poke me in the side and knew what it meant.  "But, Uncle Ray, she
was.  Billy, the boyfriend, wound up in jail and she blames the kid; the
kid's the one that got raped!  His mom was a real work of art.  But ya know
somethin'?  I think about Kevin and then I think about me."  That's when I
told him the truth of what I had been thinking about and tears began to run
silently down my cheek.

"My mom doesn't seem to care about me.  My dad, I know he loves me, but I
can't sit down and talk to him either.  I'm kinda like Kevin.  I can't go
to either one of my parents and count on 'em.  At least for Kevin, his dad
did start to come around; that's the part I'm readin' now.  His dad came to
see him a couple of times and Kevin would get excited; kept callin' his dad
his hero and his dad just dumped on him again."  I stopped crying and
looked up at Uncle Ray.

"You know, in that last chapter I read, Kevin was happy 'cause he was
working on his dad's truck with 'im.  They even shared a little beer.
Kevin thought his dad was so neat and wanted to be just like him.  When he
saw his dad had grease and oil on the back of his hands, Kevin rubbed some
on his hands so he'd be just like his dad.  When his dad saw him, he just
yelled at Kevin; he even spanked him.  His dad didn't even try to
understand, just kept yellin' at the poor kid, wantin' to know why he did
it.  That sucked."

I lay my head back down on his chest and the tears began to flow again,
silently.  The more I talked about it the more I realized that part of my
life, at least, was like Kevin's.  His dad reacted to things rather than
trying to figure out what was really goin' on; my dad did the same.  There
was something else I knew, too; I had what Kevin wanted.

"Uncle Ray?  Thanks."  I squeezed him and climbed further up on his chest.
I could hear his heart beat and feel the gentle rise and fall of him
breathing.  His left arm was wrapped around me; he cupped a butt cheek in
the palm of his hand.  I looked up and kissed him on the cheek.

"Scratch my butt."

He did and the fingers of his other hand ran through my hair as I drifted
off to sleep, knowing I had what most kids could only wish for.

End Ch Fifty-Five

To Be Continued; comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at
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