Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2007 14:01:12 -0700
From: Rick <rickthedick@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Preteen Swimmer Fucks Coach

PRETEEN-SWIMMER-FUCKS-COACH

Synopsis: Preteen with a big cock for his age fucks his
coach.

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     Wow, this kid Alex on my team just had an amazing
little body. He joined the team a couple years back at age
nine, and I could immediately tell he had a body genetically
destined for competitive swimming. Even without any sports
background he already had broad shoulders, and had lots of
muscle in all the right places: shoulders and upper back,
biceps, and even decently-defined pecs you don't find much
on boys that age. Even though he couldn't do much more than
doggy-paddle in the tryout, the head coach and I knew we had
to ask him onto the team immediately. His body was simply
built for swimming!

     The downside to that genetically perfect body
unfortunately was the apparent contents of his speedo. He
seemed to have nothing there, just a flat, smooth front. I
considered myself an expert in the "speedo bulge," and 99%
of pre-teen boys in the group I worked with or saw at the
swim meets either had a small ">" type (imagine looking at
it from the side), or a ")" type with their flaccid little
penis riding up the groin. Alex though had the extremely rare
"/" type -- completely flat front, even sloping inward at
the bottom like a girl's! I figured that meant he had some
kind of "micro" penis, so I always felt bad for him. That
must have been the "yang" to his "yin" of gifted musculature
and swimming ability -- can't have everything in life, I
guess!

     He soon became our star swimmer in his age group,
though, as expected. Too bad about the penis thing, or he
would have been perfect. True, technically I hadn't seen it
even after he'd been on the team for a year and a half, but
I was an expert on the speedo bulge after all so didn't have
to. Actually, I rarely saw any of the other boys on the team
nude either, because there was rarely a legitimate reason
for me to go into the lockers or showers after workout.

                       --------

     That is, until one late afternoon a little after the
last workout for the day. I was in the pool office, and Alex
came in, grinning as he always did. He was a little "odd,"
like his mother. Most kids were tired or a little grumpy
after workout, but not him -- he was always grinning and
would often talk about random things to me, not related to
swimming, after doing a set of laps. He just operated on a
different wavelength than the other kids, I guessed. Like
his mother! But he was always pleasant and never complained
or griped about anything at all, so I liked having him in my
group.

     "Coach Rick, I can't get this knot out," he said,
tugging at the top of his speedo. He was about 10 1/2 then.
But his body after more than a year of hard workouts was
very, very firm. It was his pecs that stood out most of all,
but also his biceps and his now almost eight-pack abs. He
was an absolute little stud, and my star age-group
breaststroker! Getting to see him every day was one of the
main reasons I looked forward to our somewhat boring daily
workouts.

     But this knot thing with him was new. I hesitated a few
seconds to size it up. It looked like the string around his
speedo had turned into a knot, got twisted and pulled into
the hole so he couldn't reach it to untie. How exactly did
he expect me to get it out? I reached toward his speedo for
a moment but he said let's go back to the lockers, so I just
followed. It all seemed legitimate -- I was helping a kid on
my team and in my swim group, after all. I finally had a
reason to go in the lockers!

                       --------

     Unfortunately instead of going all the way into the
showers and locker area where other kids were laughing and
talking, he stopped in the bathroom area right inside the
entrance. Alex spun around, but his waist was too low so I
crouched down on my feet to better see and access the knot.
And I couldn't help but "peek" as I pulled out his speedo
waistband trying to fish out the knot. I had never seen a
"micropenis" before and was a little curious...

     What I saw was complete smoothness, no hair (he was 10
1/2 after all), and just a single wide "something" curving
down. Was that curved thing his balls?! Where was his
penis?!? WHAT THE...?!?!

     My heart starting beating fast for some reason, and my
vision narrowed. What did I just see? How could there not be
a penis? I replayed the sight in my mind, and then I
realized that what I had just seen wasn't his balls, but the
base of a very thick cock for a boy his age! Holy shit,
that was no micropenis!

     I had to see it again. I pulled the front back out
still "fishing" for the knot, held it out and got another
good look. Yep, that thing wrapping down and around his tiny
balls was his cock, maybe still prepubescent, but wow,
that's going to be a monster later! I must have sat there
for awhile in a trance almost, because he slid his hands up
and rested them on my shoulders in the meantime, giggling at
how I was looking down his speedo. I snapped out of it,
alarmed at getting caught, let go of the speedo front, and
finished getting out the knot. I tried to act disinterested
and casual and just said I got it.

     "Thanks, Coach Rick!" he smiled, squeezing me a little
on the shoulder as I stood back up.

     Suddenly the whole "/"-shaped flat front of his speedo
made sense. It was because he always wore his cock wrapped
down and around his small balls, and without any bulk to
them the tension of the speedo just kept everything pulled
up smooth and tight. I immediately flashed back to a couple
other boys from our swim district I knew had the same sort
of flat front. Wow, so theirs wasn't a micro-penis either,
but a MACRO penis! I guess I wasn't an expert on the "speedo
bulge" after all. My mind reeled.

     The next six months I have to admit I was very focused
on Alex and eager to think up any excuse to go in the
lockers. And even interested in his younger brother Jason on
the team, who had the same body, and same speedo front which
I assumed meant he was big-dicked like his brother. Even
though he was only nine! But I just never got the chance to
see them nude, and because they never seemed to get
erections in their speedos, the full glory of their cocks
remained a tantalizing but unsolved mystery.

                        --------

     By then both Alex and Jason had achieved top times in
several strokes, and were invited to a big regional
championship meet for their age groups. That was a big honor,
because only the top kids out of thousands got invited. It
was a three-day meet though, and neither the head coach nor
their mom could get off work, but I had some vacation days so
we decided I'd take them up, they'd stay with me, and their
mom would pay for the hotel. Of course, we all knew each
other intimately -- coaches, mothers and kids -- just from
being together hours every day year after year, so staying in
a hotel room with the coach of the same sex just wasn't an
issue.

     I remember both Alex and Jason were talkative in the
car and laughing all the time the whole way up, as usual.
Alex though mentioned more than once he could "give me a
massage" when we got to the hotel, which was a little odd. I
assumed he had just learned how to give one or something and
he wanted to practice it, so I just shrugged and said okay.
But he kept bringing it up. I mostly ignored it and just
brushed it off as excited kid talk.

     We got to the hotel and it was just a standard room
with double queen beds. It was dinner time so we dumped our
bags and headed out toward the restaurant next door.

     On the walk over, Alex was unusually "touchy-feely" for
some reason and walked pressed against me with his hand up
on my shoulder. How sweet, I thought! He was obviously
excited about this whole "vacation" together with the main
adult man in his life (I assumed, since he was from a single-
mom household and rarely saw his father) -- and he obviously
deeply admired me. I couldn't help but smile myself and felt
my own arm melt around his opposite waist.

     His brother Jason saw us and rather than getting
jealous, he grinned broadly too, sidling up to my other side
and wrapping his arm around my waist, as I wrapped mine
around his little shoulders. The three of us walking across
the parking lot embraced like that and smiling must have
been quite a sight! What a great feeling and a great moment!

     At the restaurant both Alex and Jason were very well
behaved and polite, talkative, friendly with each other, and
absolutely dug into their food! I made them get pasta and
baked potato to load up on carbs for the next day, and they
wolfed it all down.

     Finally the dinner wound down and we were waiting for
the check. Alex brought up something again about giving me a
massage when we got back to the room. I changed the topic to
saying maybe we could find a movie on the pay per view and
watch it until their bedtime which was still a couple hours
away. They just smiled and said ok. All I could think was
wow, they're so well-behaved! Their mother may have been a
little odd, but she's raised some great kids!

                           --------

     We got back to the room and found a good kids' movie on
the pay per view. We started out all sitting together on the
end of one of the beds, but little Jason plopped down and
curled into a ball leaning against the base of the bed,
staring up at the TV, while Alex slid his hand up to my
opposite shoulder and began sort of rubbing around. I
assumed he just felt affectionate and I returned it by
putting my hand on his knee and sort of patted it. Good
clean innocent affection.

     After about five minutes into the movie though, Alex
hopped up on his knees behind me, placed both hands on my
shoulders, and started massaging. It actually felt really
incredible! I hadn't had a shoulder massage in a real long
time, and he somehow had the perfect grip and pressure. Wow!
I couldn't help but moan, and though I couldn't see him, I
could tell he actually enjoyed making me moan. He did an
absolutely great job on my upper back and arms.

     "Coach Rick," he said after a minute or so more of
that, "lay down and I'll do all your back if you want."

     Hell yea, I wanted all my back! I couldn't figure out
where Alex learned it, but he just had the touch and it felt
great! I moaned while shifting up and spreading my legs
back, until I was on my front facing the TV still.
Meanwhile, Alex curiously hopped off the bed and grabbed
something out of his bag -- wow, baby oil?! I had to pause a
second wondering what made him think of packing that? Had he
pre-planned all this?

     Then Alex jumped back up on my upper legs, squirted
some oil onto his hands, and told me to take off my shirt. I
hesitated for a moment, but let it happen. Shirt is ok,
isn't it? I tossed it off to the side as Alex rubbed his
hands together (he even knew about warming up the oil? Where
did he learn THAT?!), then he started deep-massaging my
upper, then mid, then lower back. God, I hadn't had a
massage that great in years! And an 11 year-old boy was
doing all this? I kept moaning, and at one point I looked
back and saw he too was smiling and loving the whole sensual
experience. The spots that made me moan I noticed he'd go
back to, I suppose hoping to make me moan again -- and
usually I would! His hands were awesome.

                         --------

     "Coach Rick, take off your shorts and I'll do your legs
and butt too," Alex suddenly but casually offered, his head
leaned down sort of close to my right ear, as he slid his
warm hands actually up my back, grasping onto my shoulders.
My eyes popped open, and though I had the fleeting thought
"why is he reaching 'up' if he's talking about massaging my
butt," I immediately felt like looking down at his brother
to get his reaction to all of this. However, Jason wasn't
even paying attention, and was still just curled up on the
floor, staring up at the TV.

      Then I felt guilty about my next feeling of shame. I
knew Alex and Jason over the past two years had no doubt
changed and showered nude in front of everybody else every
day in the locker room after workout (I could always hear
the showers and all the giggling from the pool office) so I
had to assume male nudity of all ages was nothing at all
sexual to them. That was my thought. So wanting to be the
"cool coach" I casually reached down and unbuttoned my
shorts and started sliding those downward, leaving on my
underwear, but Alex grasped those too and tugged them
downward.

     Ummmmm, I guess that was okay too, right? I mean, he's
used to seeing older guys nude all the time, right? And if
he felt it was perfectly okay, why should I alarm him by
getting all weird about it, even if I was pretty
uncomfortable? I think that's why I decided to just let it
happen. I figured as soon as the right moment came I could
just casually slip them back on, no problem. But then Alex
got the shorts and my underwear all the way off and flung
them out of reach, making me a little more nervous.

     Thankfully though, Alex massaged only the side of my
butt in a completely non-sexual manner, then slid down to
work my upper thighs and my lower calves. I relaxed again at
the realization this was indeed going to be non-sexual.
Really, his hands felt absolutely great! He just had the
perfect touch of firmness, which combined with the warmth
and slipperiness of the oil, made me coo again every so
often. I remember he'd giggle a little each time I did. What
a great, skilled kid!

     Alex slowed a little but kept massaging my whole
backside for probably five more minutes as we both watched
the movie on the side. By that time I was complete jelly,
every muscle in my body relaxed and mushed onto the bed
underneath his muscled little hands. None of it sexual, just
sensual! And the movie on the TV was great, I suddenly
realized, and Alex was great, Jason was great just sitting
down there perfectly well-behaved and enjoying the movie. I
felt great, and I actually loved them both! All I could
think was we're going to kick butt tomorrow!

                        --------

     Alex's hands had been stopped and just warmly pressing
into my mid-back for awhile, when he suddenly slid them up
to my shoulders again and squeezed. "Coach Rick, want me to
massage inside your butt too?" he asked, still calm and in
the mood of the moment.

     My first thought was "Mmmmmmm, keep going!" since I was
pretty much half-asleep, but then my brain sparked a little
and I thought what does he mean "inside" my butt? Stick his
hand in my butt crack and massage my cheeks that way? I
raced back the memories of the day and concluded I was clean
back there, but still, WHY would he ask something like that?
Part of me was suddenly alarmed, but the other half of me
just wanted to nod off because nothing up to then had been
sexual, so this probably wouldn't be either. Keep that
massage going!

     Still, I was curious where it was going. I mumbled
"What do you mean?"

      "I can massage INSIDE your butt if you want... I use
my wiener so it can reach way up there. Want me to?"

     What the heck?! "Massage inside my butt with his
wiener?"  Ummmm...doesn't that mean 'fuck' me? What the heck
is going on?!

     I guess I was still in some kind of fugue state, or
maybe hypnotized even. Physically I still felt completely
calm. That little voice about 'what the heck is he saying'
was going off yet most of me was oddly still completely
relaxed. I hadn't answered, though, and meanwhile Alex
massaged my shoulders a little more as he laid his warm,
muscled little torso against my bare back, sending shivers
through my body, and all but cooed into my ear "you'll like
it, it feels real good."

     My vision suddenly narrowed. All I could think was I
was nude with a really muscular, apparently sexually aroused
male on my back wanting to enter me. This put me into an
almost animal state as I found myself gasping a feeble
"Okay."

                         --------

     The mood changed. Alex quickly stood up next to the bed
and flung off his shirt (incredibly nice chest, although I
had seen that many, many times before), then smoothly slid
down his shorts and underwear. As he did so, I gasped in
anticipation, thinking that if his soft cock was already
huge for his age, his erect cock must be ENORMOUS!...

     But Alex wasn't erect! What the heck?! Why did he want
to fuck me if he wasn't aroused?! I started coming to my
senses again.

     Still smiling, Alex kicked his shorts and underwear off
his feet, knelt back on the bed, smeared baby oil on his
hand and began masturbating his longish- but still flaccid
dick. I just couldn't comprehend why he even brought up the
topic of fucking -- "massaging the inside of my butt with
his wiener" -- if he wasn't sexually into it? Why would he
even say that?

     Unless, he actually thought it was just that --
massaging the inside of my butt with his wiener! Nothing
sexual at all, just part of the massage! And I suppose if he
knows his erection is longer than any of his fingers, well,
I guess that sort of makes sense it can reach up there the
farthest. But even then... this was just really weird!

     Yet I just kept laying there, part of me wanting to go
back to the calming, non-sexual massage, part of me wanting
to be somewhere else, and a part of me wanting to just open
up and get fucked in my ass by this other human male, no
matter how young. The result was I just kept laying there,
frozen. I looked back at Jason sitting on the floor -- he
was still enraptured with the movie, with no idea what was
going on. I closed my eyes. This CAN'T be happening! This is
crazy!

     My head was still facing forward and down as I felt
Alex hop back up on my legs. I looked back and saw his pre-
teen, yet HUGE now-hard cock pointing angrily at my head --
so THAT'S what he looked like erect, I thought! Yikes!!
Truthfully, I wasn't aroused by it, just shocked. How does a
pre-teen luck out with a cock that big? I barely had time to
process that strange sight of his flared cock head pointed
toward me, when he pushed it down with his right hand to
aim it toward my ass, gently scooting forward to line it up
and push it in.

     Everything was going just way too fast for me. I
clamped up automatically and actually started shaking. I
felt Alex's cock push between my ass cheeks in a bee-line
toward my hole, but instinctively reached my hands back to
stop the pushing of his narrow hips. This whole thing was
crazy! A million thoughts were going through my head: where
did he learn this? Was there something going on with the
team behind the scenes I obviously knew nothing about? Was
somebody maybe messing with "my" kids?!?

     Before I could ponder further, Alex's cock was suddenly
in me. He didn't even grunt or moan, his cock just popped in
and he slid it up silently. I suppose although his cock may
have been "huge" for a pre-teen (at least four or five
inches it seemed from that quick glance back), my adult
rectum was apparently a perfect fit for something his size
because I could definitely feel it, yet there was no pain as
he quickly got it almost all the way up. Almost, but not all
the way.

     This was still all very heady and shocking to me, but
Alex seemed calm as he finally grunted a bit and tugged up
on my hips while asking matter-of-factly, "Coach Rick, lift
up a little," which I did reflexively. Almost immediately
his cock went up the rest of the way. Yet he didn't thrust,
he just held it in me while he slowly lowered himself over
my torso and laid down, his firm chest warm against my back
and his head laying sideways between my shoulder blades. He
very slowly started to thrust his hips, but mostly he kept
his cock pressed up hard into my ass and just held it there.
That was odd, I thought -- why go through all this if he
wasn't going to thrust and get off?

     But the full feeling of his long cock in me suddenly
brought me back to that animal state again. All I knew at
a primal level was that an erect male was inside me, trying
to ejaculate his seed into me. My mind simply reverted to
pure instinct. "Alex, push back and forth," I found myself
urging, reaching back to his hips and muscled little ass
to suggest more motion.

     Immediately he reacted by pulling his hips back and
cock half out, but then held everything still. "No, don't!"
he interrupted. "If I move too much it'll make me have to
pee."

     I paused -- wow, did he really have no idea what this
was about? Wherever he learned this from, was it actually
possible he never got to orgasm because he thought he'd be
"peeing" in the other person? Or maybe he really did think
this was just part of a massage -- he sticks his dick in
the person and rubs a little but pulls out before anything
happens?! Oh my God, the poor kid!

     Meanwhile my primal self just wanted this strong
little body to come in me. I mean, we're this far already,
so finish it! I blurted out "It's okay if you pee, just
keep massaging up as far as you can -- and pee in my butt
if you have to, it won't leak out."

     Alex giggled. "You don't care if I pee a little?"

     "No, not at all," my body responded in a distant,
strained voice. I stared back at his tight little torso, his
pecs, his true washboard abs, and his nicely-sized nipples.
I really wanted him to fuck me silly! 11 years old or not,
he was still a human male, had a pretty big cock, and it was
IN me. Damn, my career was going to be over, so might as
well go all the way with this and get fucked hard, I
rationalized!

     "Okay... want me to massage your back too while I do
your butt?" he eagerly offered, shifting his knees forward
to get a better thrusting angle.

     "Oooooh, yea" I couldn't help but respond. Wow, get
fucked by a big(gish) cock AND get more of that sensual
massage!  At the same time! I laid my head down, closed my
eyes and held my butt up a little more. This was going to
be intense, but hopefully really, really good.

                       --------

     Alex started instinctively pumping, while
simultaneously massaging. More pumping though. Then more,
and more until he sort of forgot about the massage part.
That was fine with me, as I reached my hands back and guided
his ass and hips into a rhythm that worked for both of us.

     About 30 seconds in, he suddenly remembered he was
supposed to massage too and went back to that, slowing down
on the thrusts. I held his waist against me and savored his
cock all the way in my ass while loving the deep shoulder
massage. This kid just had the magic touch, both ways! I was
fully erect and I'm sure dripping like crazy onto the
bedspread.

     Then Alex slid his hands back down to my hips and
started thrusting hard again as I strained to crouch down as
far as I could to receive his cock fully at a natural angle
for him. I think I could hear his balls, as small as they
were, actually slapping against my ass. I focused on that
odd idea amusedly as he suddenly mumbled something like
"Ummm, Coach Rick..." which I somehow knew meant he was
about to come.

     "Just pee in me real hard, Alex, as hard as you can!" I
almost begged.

     Alex smirked and said "Okay, if you want..." as he
slapped his hands down against my lower back, leaning his
torso back a little to better shove his groin harder against
my ass.  His hips and groin started wiggling frantically as
he came hard in me, mostly silent though except for a long,
soft grunt. He slowed over a handful more strokes and then
just pressed his cock all the way in me again and held it
there.

     There was probably no sperm and certainly no pee, but
he must have been thinking SOMETHING came out because he got
a sudden mischievous grin and very carefully pulled his
penis back as if trying not to let the "contents" leak out.
When the head got to the opening, he held it there another
second as if pondering how he'd quickly pull it away without
the "pee" coming out, it seemed, then he quickly popped it
out and immediately giggled and spread my cheeks I guess to
see the "pee."

     Of course there was none, and he just stared at my
asshole for a couple seconds a little puzzled, before
letting it go and hopping back forward to seemingly massage
my back again. Of course I was highly aroused but my thought
was I didn't want his wet cock getting the bedspread dirty,
so I guided him up and said go wash your hands and your
wiener, pointing to the bathroom. Alex just slid off the bed
and said "okay" and headed off.

                         --------

     My "sexual fugue" faded away as I heard the sink going,
and I started shaking. Nervous, not cold. I forgot about
Jason sitting down there all this time and peeked over the
bed. Wow, how could he just be sitting there still, totally
absorbed by the movie? His brother just fucked me! Just
fucked his own coach feet from his head! Oh my God, this was
going to get out, I suddenly thought. I was so "fucked" in
the other sense. I immediately descended into a terrible yet
somehow calm depression as I got up to put my shorts back
on. Everything's over. Fuck.

     Alex returned from the bathroom, still mostly hard,
still smiling and not caring he was naked and his dick was
out. How was I going to handle this? What is a fucked coach
supposed to say to a pre-teen kid who just anally fucked and
came in him? I stumbled for words as Alex laid back on the
bed and stretched his muscular legs out, reaching back to
prop himself up. My throat closed and I just couldn't speak.

     Finally though I managed to squeak "Um, Alex, so um...
where did you learn how to massage like that?"

     Alex didn't hear me and I had to repeat it. He looked
over, looked in the distance, then smiled and shrugged. "I
dunno... just..." he shrugged again.

     "Just what? Did somebody on the team teach you?" I
pressed, growing more concerned.

     Alex thought for a second then shrugged again and
looked back at the TV. "Ummmm, not really, I guess just...
me and Jason figured it out, I guess."

     Wait, his brother?! What the fuck was going on with my
team?!

                       --------

     At the mention of his name, Jason suddenly popped up
from the foot of the bed and looked back at the two of us.
He was grinning like he wanted in on whatever fun was going
on, yet apparently saw nothing of interest despite seeing
his brother sitting there naked. Jason turned toward me,
his head cocked a little to the side. Hmmm, I thought,
strange that he hadn't noticed when his brother was
basically anally raping me before, yet he notices when his
name is just casually mentioned. The whole thing was
starting to freak me out!

     "Coach Rick, are you gonna sleep in this bed?" Jason
suddenly asked, plopping his hands on my knees to hold up
his torso, as he leaned his face toward mine. I could only
gulp. Jason was shirtless but had his shorts on, and
obviously had the same body and I suspected same cock as his
brother. After all, they looked almost identical in speedos,
same muscles and same flat speedo front.

     "Um, yea, and you two can sleep in that one," I
pointed. I had to get this potential disaster under control
and pretend like nothing had happened with his brother. I
HAD to. Nothing inappropriate could happen from now on.
"Hey, why don't you guys get on your pajamas and get in bed,
ok? We have a big day tomorrow," I suggested.

      The two looked at each other a little disappointingly,
then somewhat in a "who's going to say it" way. Alex just
looked back at the TV, leaving Jason to finally sheepishly
grin "We didn't bring pajamas."

     "Well, I guess you can sleep in your underwear then."

     "We d... we sleep naked, coach Rick!" Jason finally
blurted out, eyes wide anticipating my response.

     Oh, no way! That was my thought. No way was I going to
spend the night with a couple naked boys from my own team!
Totally inappropriate. Yes, I knew I just let one of them
fuck me, but for some reason sleeping with naked boys just
seemed wrong.

     "No, you guys sleep in your underwear tonight, okay?" I
struggled to respond. Jason just shrugged and slid back down
to the floor to watch TV again.  "Come on guys, get in your
underwear, ok? And get in bed," I reiterated.

     They both suddenly hopped up -- very obedient! -- and
naked Alex searched for his discarded underwear while Jason
pulled off his shorts and leaped into the other bed. Alex
got his underwear back on and reached into his backpack.
"Coach Rick, we're supposed to brush our teeth before we go
to bed, and go to the bathroom" he somewhat defiantly told
me as he found his stuff and walked toward the bathroom. I
didn't want to disagree with anything so I told Jason to get
his toothbrush too. He jumped up and soon I could hear the
water running and some low talking.

     I started shaking again. Why did Alex say that a little
defiantly just a moment ago? Was he pissed off about our
"thing?" No -- he was smiling, I remember -- still, I got
paranoid. They came back, still in a good mood. I turned
off the lights and eventually they went to sleep while I
stayed up late just laying there shivering. Nervousness,
again... we still had the meet tomorrow and two more nights
together at the hotel after this one. How was this new thing
with Alex going to play out?! Are we going to pretend it
never happened? And where the heck did he learn all that?!?

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(End of part 1)