Date: Wed, 28 Oct 2015 09:24:33 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Lab Technician Chapter 29

The Lab Technician

Authors note: Usual caveats and warning apply, read this at your own risk,
no representation of any person, animal, vegetable or mineral intended
although if you do find yourself somewhere in this story with any of the
aforementioned just think yourself very, very lucky!

As ever all comments, ideas, suggestions, good bad or indifferent always
welcome.

Tom
email: amias09@fastmail.fm

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Chapter 29 – The eternal question


"And, what can I do you for young man?"

"Well, I, I didn't really want to buy anything.."

"Oh, I see! So, well what can I do you for?" Mr Maxwell looked quizzically
at Martin.

"But, I, I was wondering if you might have a paper-round going or
something, `cause I needs to earn some money."

"Ah, right. Well I'm afraid not, there's nothing at the moment, but the
rounds do come up." Mr Maxwell smiled from behind the counter. Aged
somewhere around forty, about Andy's size and weight he easily appeared ten
years younger due to a full head of blond hair, to Martin he wasn't the
usual overweight, gruff newsagent.

"Oh.. oh.. well that's it then I `spose." Martin sounded a little
disappointed not only for the lack of paper round, but for the fact Mr
Maxwell seemed very amiable quite unlike the previous grumpy newsagent he
had worked for six months before.

Like Martin, Mr Maxwell had an eye for detail, particularly where it
concerned paperboys. If he wasn't mistaken the front of Martin's jeans bore
all the evidence that could only result from a certain activity, although
Martin thought the stains didn't show, he was wrong. Pushing himself into
the edge of the counter and fiddled with a pen Mr Maxwell quickly assessed
the situation and Martin's jeans.

"Just hang on a minute though, what's you name?" he smiled again.

"Uumm.. Martin... Martin Lewis."

"Tell you what then Martin, if you'd like to leave your address or phone
number I'll let you know if something comes up in the near future."

"Oh, would you really." replied Martin in his best looking for employment
voice.

"Of course, always handy to know somebody who might be interested," the
smile broadened as a pen and paper were pushed across the counter, "here,
you'd better write it down as I'll never read my own writing!"

Martin eagerly wrote down his telephone number and looked up. "Right, well
thank you, Mr... uumm?"

"Call me Bob, everybody else does." now aroused Mr Maxwell looked on,
wondering how to prolong the conversation and whether to try to take a few
soundings to see if Martin might be susceptible to his advances.

"Here you are then," Martin pushed the paper back across the counter,
"d'you really think there might be something coming up?"

"I'm sure something will come up!" Mr Maxwell continued to smile. "When, of
course that's the problem. Although now come to I think of it, I recall one
of my boys was talking of giving up his round not so long ago, maybe he
still is? I'll try and find out."

"That would be fantastic." said Martin excitedly, unaware it was an
outright lie.

Now relaxed to the point where he thought he was onto something, without
really thinking he slipped a hand in his pocket to continue the endless
task of freeing more of his pubic hairs that had been so pleasurably stuck
together earlier that afternoon. Mr Maxwell pressed his rather full fly
into the edge of the counter.

"So tell me Martin, why d'you need the money so desperately then?"

Oh. Oh I'm, I'm saving up for something for, for me, for me bike." it
sounded feeble.

"Oh, I see." Mr Maxwell grinned. "It's not you've had your pocket money
stopped for doing anything you shouldn't or anything like that then?"

"Oh no. No. Nothing like that." Martin lied badly and they both knew it.

"Of course not."

Now Martin flushed, the stigma of what he done weighed heavily on his
conscience. He looked away and glanced around the shop, the proverbial top
shelf appeared to display an absolute cornucopia of adult magazines, his
hand was still in his pocket. Thoughts of what Mark had told him about
girls were flashing rapidly through his mind, if only he could get a job
here with the friendly Mr Maxwell it would be the very place to research
such matters. Unfortunately though, he remained focused on the magazines
for just a few seconds too long, a welcome development instantly noted by
Mr Maxwell.

"That's alright then. You'd be surprised how many boys come in here looking
a job because they've done something which has got them their pocket money
stopped!"

"Oh really." Martin flushed a deeper hue well aware he couldn't quite stop
his eyes from returning to the magazines.

Mr Maxwell noticed most things, especially where paperboys and their
unsubtle genital manipulation were concerned. It was time to make a very,
very gentle advance, as after all he might not see Martin again and really
had nothing to loose.

"I see you're eyeing up the naughty books. I've got the best selection
around here," he paused watching Martin's reaction, "including some
specially imported ones."

Martin gulped and tried to look away from the top shelf but
failed. "Oh... wot?"

"Oh yes, we can cater for all tastes, by special order," he smiled, forcing
his erection into the counter, "you'd be really surprised at what's in them
and who buys them!"

"Oh, oh!" he stuttered Martin blushing deeply, now unsure what to say and
really not knowing exactly what the phrase, all tastes covered. "Wot's
special tastes?"

This was indeed news and caused Martin to refocus on the latest front cover
of Fiesta which featured a young lady of dubious virtue who possessed an
enormous brace of pneumatic mammaries the like of which he had never
imagined existed.

"I can see you looking at Big Julie, she'd finish you off! In fact I think
she'd finish anybody off!" he smiled. "And, you can just buy her over the
counter!"

Martin turned, now bright red unable to think of a suitable reply, girls
still a mystery.

"I expect you've been out with all the girls and you're old enough to know
exactly what I mean, " Mr Maxwell winked, "and of course, you'll know that
reading too many magazines like that could really ruin your eyesight!"

"Oh yes... ha ha.. yes." Martin now very red, withdrew his hand without
realising that thoughts of Big Julie had been far more arousing than he had
bargained for as the recurrent wet spot on his briefs testified.

"Well I'll certainly let you know if anything crops up." Mr Maxwell smiled
as he again rubbed himself against the edge of the counter. He hadn't
finished with Martin yet as it was obvious the boy appeared more than
interested in what the magazines contained and was most certainly very,
very sexually active.

"Thank you uumm.. well.. I, I, I'd better go. Thanks." muttered Martin
walking towards the door, his vision impaired by the impossible size of
Julie's appendages .

"Martin, just hold on I've had another thought!" called out Mr Maxwell just
as he was about to close the door behind him. It was the start of an
operation that had been timed and planned to perfection.

"Yes?" Martin put his head around the door his face still flushed, his
silhouette virtually screaming out there was something very bulbous in his
jeans.

"Come back, I've had an idea." said Mr Maxwell excitedly. "You know, even
though there is no immediate paper round I can offer you, there is some
work sorting out the stockroom. It's got in a dreadful mess, you could do
it over a couple of Saturday mornings or something and if you do a really
good job of tiding it up, I'll give you five pounds."

"Wow! Five pounds! Really, that's an awful lot." Martin's face lit up, an
incredible amount of money. "But, but wot needs doing?"

"Well you'd better have a look, come round here behind the counter."

They stood in the storeroom doorway looking in. The room despite having
shelves all around was indeed in a total mess, papers, magazines, boxes of
confectionery and cigarettes were piled every where.

"It wasn't a mess at all, until I had an electrician in to replace some of
the wiring the other week and he just shoved everything into the middle of
the room."

"Cor, there's a lot of stuff." said Martin. "Are those boxes very heavy?"

"No, those are only the sweets and cigarettes. It's the piles of magazines
that weigh a bit." Mr Maxwell pointed to the far corner where several large
bound piles of magazines were on the floor.

"Can I try and lift one?" asked Martin. "I'm not much good at lifting heavy
things."

"Of course you can, go and try. I wouldn't want you doing anything you
weren't happy with." replied Mr Maxwell. "You see every month I get a new
delivery and what hasn't been sold from the previous month needs to get
bundled up ready to go back to the wholesaler."

"Oh, I see, I didn't know how it worked with magazines and things." said
Martin not really understanding at all. He walked across to the
magazines. "So these are all new ones then?"

"Yes, you could well be lifting up a pile of Big Julie's or anything
similar!"

The sound of Big Julie had Martin immediately looking flushed
again. Through the wrapping he could see he was about to lift a foot high
pile of Knave, with what looked liked Big Julie's even bigger sister on the
cover! Only then did it occur to him that maybe there might be some loose
copies he could look at if he were left alone to tidy up.

Fortuitously the shop door bell rang, fortuitously that was for Mr Maxwell
since it ensured Martin was to be alone with the pornography.

"Back in minute, you have a good look about and see if you think you could
do it for me." Mr Maxwell disappeared to serve his customer.

Martin need no second invitation and immediately looked around the shelves
where several copies of the previous months issue of Fiesta were piled
ready to be returned. Thumbing through one at high speed he soon saw in
glorious technicolour the bits that Mark had tried so desperately to
describe to him. Naturally such action induced a reaction, in this case a
very firm reaction, some furtive looks behind satisfied him that it was
safe to continue and he hadn't been seen. In fact it wasn't so much a case
of being simply seen, more of being very carefully observed as unbeknown to
Martin he wasn't the first boy to tidy the stock room! The enterprising Mr
Maxwell had used the same ploy on two other unsuspecting teenagers
desperate to earn some money, so by the time Martin was duped the perfect
voyeuristic modus operandi was already well established.

Once the customer had left the shop Mr Maxwell quietly made his way to a
very convenient crack by the stockroom doorway. Silently peering in he
watched to see what Martin was doing and of course check if he had actually
resisted the temptation to look at the adult magazines. Naturally once
Martin was employed to tidy up and thinking he was left alone in the stock
room, he would undoubtedly find the selected bait left by Mr Maxwell in the
form of specially imported homosexual magazines from the USA and
Germany. Mr Maxwell's view was that a show which starred Martin could only
get better and five pounds was a very cheap price to pay for two weeks
worth of prime voyeuristic entertainment. Possibly, being more than
somewhat taken with Martin's sexual naivety should he put his daydream into
operation and rig up some form of camera?

"Right, how d'you get on then, can you lift them?" asked Mr Maxwell making
a noisy entrance on pretending to casually return. "You'd better try and
put a bundle up on one of the higher shelves as that's where they normally
live."

"Oh, I was just going to try," replied Martin hurriedly dropping Big
Julie's sister on a shelf and again looking very red in the
face. "Right.. I'll try it now."

The inevitable happened. As soon as Martin bent down to lift the magazines
his shirt pulled from his jeans to reveal a band of white, Mr Maxwell
nonchalantly moved to stand behind and inspect Martin's briefs.

"That's not too heavy is it?"

"No. no that's fine." said Martin picking it up without turning around.

"Right, well up you go with it, on the top shelve then."

For a few seconds Martin stood there with his arms stretched above his head
pushing the pile of magazines onto the high shelf. As Mr Maxwell had hoped,
his shirt had pulled out and since his jeans had naturally dropped the top
three inches of his briefs were on display all the way round, as was the
very obvious bulge at the front caused by Big Julie's big sister.

"Looks like you got the job to me." Mr Maxwell smiled. "Next Saturday
morning it is then?"

"Please and it's, it's really five pounds." replied Martin now feeling
embarrassed and desperately trying to tuck his shirt back in his jeans to
cover the white of his briefs.

"Five pounds, yes. And, I expect you've already guessed that the job has a
bonus?"

"No, no. Wot's that?" asked Martin innocently. "Sorry I, I didn't
know.. wot's that?"

"Well for an active boy like you, you," Mr Maxwell paused and looked at him
knowingly, "you might appreciate being left alone to check on the back
issues that have to be sorted before they're ready to be returned."

"Oh wot!" his eyes opened wide, he gulped then immediately went red
again. "I, I could wot? You mean.."

"Why not, Saturday's are usually quite busy so I'll be outside in shop,
leaving you to, to, well you know," he winked at Martin and made a circle
with his thumb and forefinger, "and of course you've got to earn that five
pounds as well!"

"The bonus.." stuttered Martin, he most certainly did know what was meant
by it. Despite being puce with embarrassment he nevertheless nodded
affirmatively, unable to believe what a nice man Mr Maxwell was, appearing
so understanding of the all consuming teenage libido and quest for sexual
knowledge.

"Yes, that bonus." Mr Maxwell smiled, he took an educated guess and rammed
the point home. "Y'know Martin, even if you'd never been out with a girl by
the time you'd read this lot you'd have had just as much fun!"

Martin remained puce, both knowing deep down he was innocent of the female
sex.




Martin fairly flew home on his bike, his mind in whirl. Torn between
convincing himself that the nice Mr Maxwell didn't have an ulterior sexual
motive and even condoned his own licentious thoughts of masturbation when
left alone in a room full of adult pornography.

"Ah, you're back." said Hugh opening the front door just as Martin arrived
in the front garden. "I was just running you mother down to the shops."

"Did you get a job at that newsagents then?" asked Joyce appearing through
the doorway.

"Yeah," replied Martin excitedly, "it's not a paper round and it's only for
a couple of Saturdays, but it pays five quid!"

"Five pounds, my god! That's a lot." exclaimed Hugh. "What have you got to
do for that?"

"I gotta tidy the stockroom, it's a right mess, I'm starting next Saturday
about ten o'clock, it'll take a couple of weeks I think."

"Oh, well as long as you are happy doing it." said Joyce. "Now listen
Martin, it's a newsagents? I hope they don't keep any of those disgusting
adult books do they? I don't want you near any of that!"

"I'm, I'm not sure.. probably not." Martin hoped God would forgive a little
white lie and that he didn't look too guilty, which of course he patently
did. Slightly amazed at Joyce's naivety Hugh shook his head and looked
away, well aware that almost all newsagents stocked a selection.

However, now satisfied that her baby's pure young mind was not going to be
subverted by such titivatory pornographic material Joyce pushed Hugh out
the door. "That's fine then. Now come on then Hugh, let's catch the shops
before they close."

Martin breathed a sigh of relief and immediately rushed inside to relay the
news to Andy who was more than intrigued to learn of the massive sales of
adult magazines.

"So are they all girly ones then or are there some queer ones as well,
wouldn't it be great to see what other blokes cocks are like?"

"I've only seen the girly ones so far." replied Martin. "But, from the way
Bob was talking it sounded as though he got all sorts and some of 'em were
wot he said were special imports for customers."

"Wonder if that means real hard porn or whatever it's called then?" Andy
scratched the bumfluff on his chin. "We gotta wait till next Saturday
before you knows then?"

"Yeah, a whole week." Martin nodded. "Anyway, did you hear if anything else
had happened with Mark, `cause Alfie couldn't get anything out of his mum
could he?"

"Nothing. But, I know that his mum took Alfie off somewhere, so if we can
think of a good excuse, you ought to bang on the door and see wot Mark
says."

"Why don't you bloody do it?"

"You're more his age ain't you?" Andy grinned. "Come on, now let's think of
an excuse."

"Fuck off, it's always me innit!"

"Yeah, shut up! Now wot about... I know, you could go and borrow a tyre
pump `cause the one on your bikes tyres is flat. Wot about that?"

"Oh, I dunno. Does that sound right?" Martin didn't appear over
enthusiastic, but was rather intrigued as what had happened.

"Yeah, be fine, you just pretend you don't know nothing about the row he
had with his mother. All we knows was he went for a walk with his father
didn't he?"

"Andy, I don't know."

"Look, maybe you can get inside his jeans as well, the zip don't work do
it?"

"That's a point." Martin immediately visualised Mark dressed in spunky
white briefs.

"So bloody get on with it, go on!" Andy started to edge him towards the
front door. "Look, our mum and dads out. Alfie ain't there, so just fucking
get on with it!"


All of a minute later Martin found himself ringing the doorbell, it was
Mark's father Jim that answered.

"Ah, Martin isn't it?"

"Yes, is uumm, is, is Mark in?" asked Martin appearing as if he knew
nothing.

"He should be here somewhere, hang on and I'll give him a shout."

Jim moved to the bottom of the stairs and called up for Mark who slowly
shambled down not looking entirely overjoyed with life although on seeing
Martin he smiled.

"Wot d'you want then?"

"Me tyre pumps broke and I was wondering if I could borrow yours?" asked
Martin.

"Well I'll leave you to it." said Jim, adding. "You've got to get those
jeans mended, I don't know why you're wearing them, mum will go nuts if she
sees you like that!"

"Oh dad!" Mark instantly blushed, stuck for a plausible answer and putting
his hands in front to cover the white of his briefs from view.

"I'm only telling you and after what happened earlier, just don't start her
off again!"

"Alright dad, please don't go on about it."

"Right then." Jim smiled. "Best of luck if you're looking for it in the
garage."

"Don't see why not." Mark leant against the door frame and watched his
father return inside, there was another flash of white from down
below. "He's right, it's somewhere in the garage, you'll have to come and
look for it, if you wanna it."

"Oh, I do wanna it, if that's alright with you." it was the inflection in
Martin's voice, he glanced down to see Mark's fly was still just open.

"Might be alright." Mark grinned and gave him a sideways look. "Come this
way."

"Is that an invitation?" Martin giggled.

"Into the garage, yes." replied Mark. "As a start!"

The zip was definitely broken and the white ribbed cotton was unmistakable,
Martin followed Mark closely through the open door and into the gloom.

"Gets a bit dark in this bit so mind the boxes, but I think what you wants
is over here." said Mark leading the way to the back of the garage.

"You'd know wot I wanted wouldn't you?" said Martin stumbling behind. "And,
from wot yer dad said it looked as though yer zip was broke."

"Wot! Don't miss much do you!" Mark turned and laughed. "You can see that
in the dark can you?"

"Yeah, it's all the carrots I eat innit! And, I can see yer white pants, so
why you wearing them when you was taking the piss out of us who's gotta
wear `em the other day?"

"Well," Mark stopped and leaned on the wall facing Martin, "you 'see
earlier this afternoon I was talked into having a wank in the street by
some randy boy I'd only just met and I cum inside me jeans and covered
everything in cum."

"Strange that, so was I, he must have a right dirty mind," said Martin,
"and, course I'm still wearing the same stuff and I stinks of spunk!"

"I would have kept wearing mine only me mum was in a right fucking mood and
wanting to do some washing," continued Mark, "so I had to come in to change
and give her every dirty bit of washing or she'd have killed me. So these
old jeans and white pants was all I had left to wear. D'you see now?"

"She was just a bit angry then with you?" Martin laughed.

"Truth is she went fucking mental! She really fucking did, `cause I've been
a bit behind with me washing before and she nags a lot about it." Mark
dropped all pretence. "Then she starts banging on about white and fucking
coloured washes and reaches inside the machine and grabs hold of them blues
pants I'd just cum in!"

"Holy fuck!" exclaimed Martin. "We could hear the shouting out by the
car. Oh fuck!"

"Oh holy fuck indeed! That's when dad stepped in and calmed her down a bit,
he sent me out and then as you know came and found me, then we had our
talk."

"Wot did say?"

"That he knows I'm a total wanker and can't stop doing it, but he says I
gotta at least stop wanking over me clothes and buy a box of them paper
tissues!"

"That's just like wot my dad said to me as well," Martin wondered if he
should really mention anything, "see I'd cum over the fucking landing
carpet by accident and me mum went real mad!"

"Some accident! On the landing carpet! We're a right fucking pair of
wankers ain't we?" Mark laughed. "Now listen Martin, I want to say
something else. Serious like."

"Wot's that?"

"Well, it's only since meeting you when we moved here that I've been able
to really talk about sex or even wank with anybody. See Alfie's different
he'll get his willy for anybody, but I ain't like that even though I've
wanted to be `cause I've been too shy and all that. Meeting you was bloody
brilliant, you don't make me embarrassed or nothing, d'you see wot I'm
trying to say?"

"Oh, uumm.. oh yeah I do, I really do."

Martin wasn't quite sure what to reply, it sounded all very familiar. He
glowed with pride in the dark as it dawned on him that he had been the
uninhibited catalyst to Martin's sexual freedom just as Adam's liberated
sexual advances been to him.

"Honest? You understand?"

"Yeah honest. Now, I'm gonna tell you a secret as well. Because it's only
in the last few weeks that I've been able to be open about wanking and all
that," said Martin, "see there's been a boy at me school who done for me
wot I just done to you. I mean to make me loose some of me inhibitions and
that stuff."

"Oh. But, I'd thought you'd always been like it, taking the lead and all
that when we was wanking outside." replied Mark quite surprised by Martin's
honesty. "So you've been a secret wanker as well then! Maybe we ought to
meet up with your mate from school then!"

"You already have!" Martin grinned. "It's Adam innit!"

"Oh bloody hell!" exclaimed Mark immediately connecting events. "Is, is
that why he looked like he was finishing getting dressed in your front
garden the other day?"

"Something like that, thing is all this sex stuff this has gone so fast I'm
a bit muddled up over it all to be honest." Martin looked down at the floor
in the gloom.

"Thing is Mart, now I can't stop thinking about sex and then I wonders if
I'm going queer." said Mark. "Does sounds like we've been the same really,
bloody shy, desperate to do something, but not having guts to suggest it or
get me cock out!"

"That's about it. Andy was the same, but he's changed as well now." said
Martin sounding brighter "So talking of cocks out, you gonna cum again for
me or not?"

"I don't know if I can manage it, but we can pull each others cocks and see
wot happens." replied Mark reaching for the button on his jeans.

"Let's face each other then." said Martin moving to stand in front, his
hand already fumbling to undo his fly.

"The other thing is, like I just said," Mark looked across towards him in
the half light, "since we started doing things, I been thinking about,
well, y'know... I mean, well.. uumm, d'you, d'you think we're a going a
bit, a bit queer? That worries me."

It was the eternal question which countless adolescent boys had asked
themselves, whether of course they received an honest reply was a matter of
some conjecture.

"Ah, you as well!" Martin smiled, it was something he had learnt a little
about. "Nah, don't think so. I've been through all that and since meeting
Adam know that I'm not a queer, but I likes wanking with me mates."

"Why, how would he know so much about being queer then?" asked Mark. "Wot's
he gotta do with it, he's only wanked with you ain't he?"

"Thing is, first you gotta promise to say nothing wot I'm gonna tell you,
right?"

"Yeah, alright if that's wot you wants." replied Mark looking distinctly
puzzled. "Go on then, wot's it all about?"

"Adam knows about it all, `cause he is queer! He don't want that put about,
that's why it's secret d'you see?"

"Oh shit! Nah, he ain't." Mark looked really surprised. "Wot you mean he's
a real queer? But, but he's too young.. surely it's old blokes that's real
queers innit?"

"That's wot I thought, but it ain't right. Mark just think about it, `cause
queers have gotta start somewhere haven't they? Like Adam says these old
blokes don't become queer overnight do they, they gotta start younger and
then they gets older!"

"Oh shit. I `spose yer right." replied Mark after some thought. "Bloody
hell!"

"He's been to boarding school and it sounds like he'd shagged or wanked
with half the school when he was there! He knew he was queer and wanted
boys from when he was only ten or something. He ain't interested in girls,
he likes boys, d'you see?"

"Oh fuck." Mark went quiet. After dire warnings from his parents in
relation to strange men. The thought of actually being with a homosexual
boy rather worried him if the truth was known. Was homosexuality catching?
Would he be attacked?

"Mark if it helps, when he first told me I thought he might wanna do
something to me, he ain't like that. It's just like you and me wanking, he
won't fucking attack you or nothing, he's really nice. It's just that he
likes boys, well only boys that want to do something with him. If me or you
didn't wanna know about it, he won't push it, honest." Martin smiled. "Look
I wanted to wank with him, just like I wanted to wank with you, but I also
wanna see yer sister's bits. I ain't queer, see wot I mean?"

"I `spose." said Mark after further thought. "It's the same innit, I wanna
do things with you, but I also wanna know about girls. Wot are we then, if
we likes boys and girls?"

"I dunno." Martin started to laugh. "Wankers maybe!"

"Sorry Mart, it was just a bit of gert shock to find that having thought he
was like normal and then to hear he was a queer. I'd never have guessed
it."

"That's how I felt, it don't worry me at all now."

"I think I still like him even if he is like that, it don't make no
difference really does it?" Mark smiled. "So let's move on, tell me wot did
you decide about doing things with me sister?"

"I think I'm gonna do it, `cause I don't know no other girls and I wanna
know more about 'em." said Martin. "I got me a job in a newsagent today,
sorting out all the dirty magazines and I've seen several pictures of
fanny's already!"

"Fuck! You lucky sod!"

"Anyway I can tell you wot else I've seen after next Saturday. Now, if I'm
gonna do something with her, I'm gonna want you there as well and you can
wank with me."

"Oh shit, alright I `spose so."

"Look if we're gonna do it, we got be relaxed about wanking together, ain't
no good if us two is shy of each other is it? So can we manage to find
somewhere in the week where we can do it together, so we'll really get to
know each other and won't worry about seeing each other wanking naked and
all that. D'you see wot I mean?"

"Yeah and I'll practice every fucking night with you can if we can find
somewhere!"

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Chapter 30 to follow