Dec. 14, 2013. Lynn Lane, Tulsa, OK.

Lily

“Well,” I said, turning the knob on my bedroom door. “Here we are.”

I couldn’t remember the last time I had let anyone else past this threshold. I hesitated for just a moment at the door, relaxing when Zac shot me a smile and put his hand on my lower back, leading me gently into the room.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, smirking up at him. “Now, I know you had a few more tricks you wanted to show me here…”

“Well, I don’t like to brag…” Zac replied, sitting down beside me.

“You were certainly bragging before.”

“Yeah, well…” He trailed off, his cheeks beginning to turn pink.

“Well,” I said, placing a hand on his shoulder and nudging him back toward the headboard, “why don’t we just see about that, hmm? See if you’ve really got something worth bragging about…”

Zac willingly let himself be moved, but his hand on my lower back brought me down with him so that I ended up sprawled rather awkwardly half on, half off his body. I couldn’t complain, though, especially not when he craned his neck a bit to press his lips to mine. My body curled against his side of its own accord, finding a position that felt perfectly natural, like long lost puzzle pieces finally being connected.

He wasted no time deepening the kiss and rolling over so that he was on top of me. While this wasn’t a scene at all, I decided it also wasn’t the time for him to take control. In time, perhaps I could willingly let go and let him lead, but right then I needed to at least pretend that I was still steering this. Mustering all of my strength, I rolled him back over and pinned him to the bed. He pulled back from the kiss and smirked up at me.

“I hope you don’t mind if I take control a bit here?”

“Not at all… Mistress.”

“You don’t have to call me that,” I said, planting a few soft kisses on his neck, “but I’m not complaining.”

His only response was a soft sigh, his hand rubbing soft circles on my back. I decided to take that as a good sign.

I trailed kisses further down his neck, popping the top button on his shirt. “Why don’t we get rid of this, hmm?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I undid the rest of the buttons and nudged the shirt off his shoulders, then sat up to give him room to move. He quickly shrugged the shirt off, then yanked the white tank underneath over his head. I had to admit that his eagerness was adorable, but I knew it probably wasn’t the right time to laugh.

As soon as the tank was over his head, Zac was on me again, his hands tangling in my hair and pulling me in for a rough kiss that I thought might actually leave a bruise. I didn’t mind that, but I did mind him once again trying to take control.

Without breaking the kiss, I shoved him back until he fell against the pillows. He let out a sound somewhere between a yelp and a moan, his hands finding my hips as though that could give him back some semblance of control. Carefully, still without breaking the kiss, I reached for a scarf I had left on the nightstand for exactly this purpose.

I felt Zac’s eyes on me, and sure enough, opening mine revealed that his curious gaze had followed my movements.

I peeled his left hand off my hip and held it up to the headboard, placing it against one of the slats. With a smirk, I asked, “You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, Mistress.” He returned my smirk.

“Good,” I replied, carefully tying his wrist to the headboard–not too tightly, but not too loosely either. I wanted him to know that this was only play, even if nothing else between us was. This was for fun. And if it ever stopped being what he wanted, he needed only to say the word and I would loosen his bonds.

He licked his lips and stared eagerly up at me. “Have I told you how amazing you look?”

“Yes, I think you have,” I replied, reaching for another scarf and pulling his right arm up to the headboard. “But feel free to tell me again.”

Zac grinned. “You’re breathtaking.”

“Thank you,” I replied, securing his other wrist to the headboard. “I’d suggest getting a good look now, while you can.”

Zac stared up at me with an eyebrow raised.

“I’m sure I mentioned blindfolding you?” I picked up a third scarf, this one opaque black so that there was no way Zac could see through it, no matter how hard he tried. And I had no doubt that he would.

Zac remained silent, but there was a hint of nervousness on his face.

“It’s fine if you don’t want me to,” I said. He needed to know that; surely he already did know. Surely he understood this could only work if he wanted it, too.

“Did I say that?”

“No, you didn’t,” I replied. He gave me a small smile, and I carefully began to wrap the scarf around his eyes. “So, this is okay?”

“Y-yes…” He replied, trembling just a bit. His fear shouldn’t have surprised me; sensory deprivation was a bit scary, even if you wanted it. And I had to remember that, based on what he had told me, his sex life had been pretty vanilla until recently.

“Good.” I leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek, hoping to reassure him. He smiled, and I ran my hand along his cheek. “Such a good boy.”

“Anything for you, Mistress.”

I pressed my lips to his gently, briefly, then pulled back and stood up.

Zac craned his head, obviously trying to follow my movements even though he couldn’t actually see them. It was just instinct. I couldn’t resist grinning as I took off my heels, one by one, and let them fall against the carpet. I took my time unfastening my hose from the garter belt, wondering what—if anything—Zac would make of the soft sound that made.

“See, the great thing about being blindfolded, like I said before, is that the other senses are just so heightened.”

“Yes…” Zac replied, the word barely more than a soft hiss.

I peeled off my hose, trailing the silky material across Zac’s chest. “You never know exactly what’s going on… you just have to rely on what senses you still have to interpret what you feel…”

Zac trembled, his nipples hardening when the fabric passed over them.

“You just have to really…” I began, stretching to tug the zipper of my dress down, “trust the other person.”

“I do trust you. Completely.”

“Good,” I replied, reaching out to touch his cheek gently. I hoped he knew how much that meant to me, and how I understood that he wasn’t just talking about sexually. He trusted me in every way, and I never wanted to do anything to break that trust.

He jumped just a little at the contact, then stretched to lean into it, and I had to laugh to keep from tearing up.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m going to be gentle with you.”

Zac pouted.

“Oh, you don’t want me to be gentle?”

“Only if you want to be,” he replied.

“It’s just that you’ve more than earned a reward,” I said softly. “So maybe I want to be a little nicer to you tonight.”

“Whatever you want, Lily. I trust you.”

“I know you do,” I replied, stepping away from him before I let my emotions get the best of me. I unhooked my bra and let it fall onto his chest. “And I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.”

Zac let out a soft sigh, his entire body trembling. I peeled off my panties and trailed them across his chest as well, making sure to rub the lace, warm from being so close to my body, against each of his nipples. He looked confused for a moment, then smirked as he realized exactly what he was feeling.

I climbed onto the bed and straddled Zac, leaning down so that my lips would just barely brush against his when I spoke. “See where this is going now?”

His only response was to tug on his restraints and whimper.

I had to laugh at that, then leaned down and gave him a gentle kiss. I wasn’t surprised when he tried to deepen it, but I pulled back before I could get too distracted from my plan. “Lets see what else those lips can do, hmm?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good,” I replied.

Slowly, I began to crawl up his body, my neck and chest brushing across his face. He didn’t miss a beat, his tongue darting out to lick as much of my skin as he could reach. I paused and let my right breast rest against his lips, and he lapped at it eagerly, moaning as he did so. I had to grab the headboard to brace myself when his teeth clamped down on my nipple.

“Should have figured you’d be a little rough with me,” I gasped out.

Zac just chuckled and took that as encouragement to suck even harder on my sensitive flesh.

“You’re not bad, though,” I remarked, the sentence punctuated with a moan that betrayed the persona I was trying desperately to maintain. “That tongue just might be magical after all…”

He responded to that by swirling it around my nipple, and I gripped the headboard so hard that my knuckles began to turn white.

“Mmm, now you’re just showing off,” I said. I shifted position so that he could give some attention to my left breast and added, “Not that I’m complaining, though.”

He strained against the scarves, nipping and sucking even more roughly at the second breast. I didn’t even try to hide the whimpers he was causing; it had been far too long since I had indulged my masochistic side, and although I’d had my reasons for shutting off that side of me, I couldn’t deny how good this felt.

“Now, play nice,” I moaned out. “No need to struggle…”

Zac response to that was to let out a low growl and clamp down on my nipple. I tugged on his hair, and he pulled back some.

“I said play nice.” I loosened my grip on his hair, still holding it but not tugging. Just a hint of a threat. “Play nice or you won’t get your reward. And I do seem to recall you assuring me this is just as much a reward for you as it is for me, yes?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Zac panted.

“Good boy,” I replied.

I gripped the headboard again, using it for support as I crawled up Zac’s body. I planted my knees on either side of his head and eased down until I was close enough to feel the heat of his breath between my legs.

Zac inhaled deeply, then let out a soft moan. His tongue flicked out just enough to barely brush against me, but it wasn’t nearly enough. I let out a whimper, my legs trembling as I lowered myself down a tiny bit more. Zac craned his neck, meeting me halfway, drawing his tongue across my slit.

I tightened my grip on the headboard, staring down at him as he continued to explore my body with his tongue. He found my clit easily, his lips closing around it and sucking hard. My head fell back and I moaned out his name shamelessly. I hadn’t expected him to disappoint, after all of his big talk, but I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt anything this good, and I knew it wasn’t just because of the long dry spell I had gone through.

“Yes… definitely magical…” I breathed out as Zac continued to lap and nibble at me.

That seemed to be the encouragement he needed. He drew his tongue across my skin, drawing circles with the tip before finally slipping it inside me. I moaned out his name again, and he thrust his tongue entirely into me.

“Fuck… god…” I moaned out as Zac began to slide his tongue in and out, essentially fucking me with it but with surprising skill and finesse.

“Does this…” He pulled back slightly to pant out, “please you… Mistress?”

He punctuate the question by nibbling at my clit again, and I had to catch my breath before answering, “Yes… very much…”

“You taste amazing,” he replied, and I swore I could feel his smirk against me. “I could live off of you.”

I chuckled. “Thank you.”

He slid his tongue into me again, his teeth barely scraping against my clit. I had laughed at his statement, but the truth was, if it were possible, I would keep him here forever, doing nothing but pleasuring me for the rest of time. He might not have been a natural sub, but he was certainly made to provide pleasure, and the way he twisted and twirled his tongue inside of me was only underscoring that fact.

He turned his attention back to my clit, and I whimpered at the change in sensations.

“Are you going to come for me, Mistress?”

“Yes,” I breathed out.

At that, he thrust his tongue into me again, fucking me almost ruthlessly with it, making my body tremble as I imagined what was yet to come. I wasn’t sure I could take it, if this was anything to judge by.

“Oh god… yes… Zac,” I moaned out, letting my head fall back.

“Yes, Mistress?”

“S-so good, Zac… going to come for you,” I admitted.

“Come for me mistress,” he said, punctuating the statement by sucking my clit into his mouth again.

That was all it took to send me over the edge. My legs trembled, threatening to give out as one of the most intense orgasms I had ever felt racked my body. All the while, even as my whole body shook, Zac never stopped licking.

“Oh, Zac…” I moaned out, breathing heavily and trying to hold myself steady over top of him.

He slowed his motions just enough to ask, “Yes, Mistress?”

“So good,” I replied, reaching out a shaky hand to untie one of his wrists. “Such a good boy.”

His hand fell to my leg as though they both contained magnets, kneading the tense flesh of my thigh. I let out a soft sigh as I untied his other hand. His hands both made their way to my hips, holding them in place as he continued to lap at my pussy, which was just on the verge of overstimulated.

“You weren’t kidding about going for hours, were you?” I asked as his tongue found my clit again.

“No, Mistress,” he replied, chuckling against me and sending another soft tremor through my body. His left hand snaked its way between my legs, hovering close but not quite touching. “May I?”

“Yes… you may,” I breathed out.

His fingers brushed against my clit, which ached in the best possible way. His voice low, the sound of it vibrating through my body, he said, “So wet for me…”

“Mhm,” I replied, the word little more than a groan. “All for you, Zac.”

He moved his hand further down, one fingertip just barely sliding in and out, little more than a tease. Whimpering, I reached down and untied his blindfold. He blinked up at me, his eyes smiling as they adjusted to the light and the sight in front of him.

“Thought I’d give the rest of your senses a little break,” I remarked.

He smirked, his eyes falling to the spot where his hand connected with my body. Eyes widening a bit, he said,“Beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I replied, my cheeks heating up.

He found a nice rhythm with his finger, thrusting it in and out of me a little faster, then leaned up to flick his tongue at my clit again. When I moaned out his name, that only encouraged him to add a second finger.

“Fuck…” I moaned, feeling like I might actually die right here, on top of him, yet unable to stop myself from rocking my hips back and forth, trying to match his rhythm.

His other hand grasped my hip, bringing our rhythms perfectly in sync. My entire body was shaking and I truly didn’t know how much more I could take.

“Zac… fuck…”

“Lily…” He mumbled, curling his fingers inside me as he swirled his tongue around my clit.

“Yes, Zac?”

“Enjoying yourself?” He asked, smirking up at me.

“Mmm, what do you think?” I asked, reaching down to run my fingers through his hair.

He just grinned and easily slid a third finger inside of me, proving just how wet and eager for him I was.

“Zac!” I gasped out, shaking so hard I was sure I would collapse onto him. “Oh, fuck, Zac!”

“You gonna come for me again, Lily?”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak right then. I felt his tongue brush against my clit, and I let out a scream that might have somewhat resembled his name. When he twisted his fingers again, finding just the right spot inside of me, my vision blurred and blacked out entirely.

“Fuck…” I gasped out, panting as I came back down to earth to see Zac pulling his fingers out and licking them clean, his eyes trained on mine as he did so.

With some effort, I managed to peel my hands off the headboard and pried myself off of Zac, collapsing onto the bed next to him. Zac rolled onto his side and stared at me with wide, curious eyes.

“Wow,” I breathed out.

He grinned. “So I did good?”

“Very, very good.” I nodded.

He gave me a soft smile and brushed his hand across my cheek.

“Just so talented, aren’t ya?”

“I try.” Zac shrugged, looking surprisingly modest.

“Well, that was… amazing,” I replied, wishing I could find a better word to describe it. I wasn’t sure the right words even existed to describe the way Zac had made me come, not once, but twice. He blushed, and I giggled. “Oh, you’re shy now?”

“Maybe a little…” He smiled sheepishly.

I smirked. “Cute.”

He leaned in close, and softly asked, “Can I kiss you?”

“Of course you can,” I replied, my brow furrowing. Did he still not understand that this wasn’t a game anymore? That this was all too real? “You don’t need to ask permission for anything now, you know.”

“I know… I just wasn’t sure, after…” He blushed slightly, trailing off, and it took me a moment to realize what he meant. He truly had led a pretty vanilla life if he thought I cared whether or not I tasted myself on his tongue.

I chuckled softly. “Oh… oh, that doesn’t bother me at all.”

“Okay, just thought I’d ask,” he replied, his smile turning more genuine as he leaned in and brushed his lips against mine.

I sighed happily, tangling a hand in his hair and pulling him closer. The way he kissed me was perfect enough, but after what he had just done, tasting that slight tanginess on his tongue only turned me on more.

I needed more of him, and judging by the way he rolled me onto my back and trailed his lips down my neck, he felt the same way. I kept my grip on his hair as his lips moved further down, tightening it just as bit as he placed feathery light kisses across both of my breasts.

He crawled back up and placed a soft kiss on my lips. Looking directly in my eyes, his cheeks turning a beautiful shade of pink, he said, “Lily?”

“Yes?” I asked.

“I want to make love to you.”

****

Zac

Passion, desire, longing… these words paled in comparison to the desperate hunger churning in me. I needed Lily, in every sense of the word. On a base level, I had never been as turned on in my life; not with Kate, not even with Taylor. And it was so much deeper than the physical. I truly wanted to make love to her, to shower her with absolute devotion, to worship her mind, body, and soul.

“You may.” She gave a coy smile and I felt the coil of need in my gut tighten another notch. I pulled her down for a kiss, forcing myself to be gentle, to not simply ravage her like my body was demanding. There’d be plenty of time for that later, I hoped.

For a minute we just kissed, our hands tracing lazy patterns up and down each other’s backs. I felt her tremble under my fingertips, and while I was pretty sure that was a good sign, I wanted to be positive.

“Are you sure this is okay?”

“Mhm. It’s, umm… it’s been a while, that’s all.” She smiled sweetly at me, the shyness foreign on her features.

“Me too,” I admitted. “You really are amazingly beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

I let my eyes trail down her body slowly, taking it all in. She really was perfect, to my personal ideals anyway. But I noticed something that made me frown; a series of small scars on one side of her chest. They were old and faded, but strangely ragged. I brushed my fingers along down their length, but pulled back when I felt her shiver.

“What happened?” I asked, meeting her eyes. Her skin turned a shade pale as she turned her head just enough to break eye contact.

“Nothing you need to worry about.”

“Lily, I want to know everything about you.”

“I know,” she sighed. “Not right now, okay? I promise I’ll tell you… later.”

“Okay…” I didn’t like it, but I didn’t want to push, either. More than probably anyone else, I understood not wanting to re-open certain wounds. Still, this wasn’t over. I wanted her to know I wasn’t judging her, and that her past didn’t bother me, whatever it was, so I leaned down and tenderly brushed my lips against the scars.

She watched me intently as I kissed a path up her side to her breast, circling my tongue around her pink nipple. I let a hand graze its twin, fingers brushing and barely squeezing. She let out a soft moan, and I smiled, upping the ante by scraping my teeth against the sensitive nub.

Her fingers found their way to my hair again, and I was pretty sure I would be fine if they never left. I moved my head to her other side, giving both breasts equal treatment. I let a hand wander down her body and between her legs, a finger slipping easily inside her warmth.

“Zac,” she purred, her body beginning to writhe. I moved up to capture her lips in a hungry kiss. Her grip on my hair tightened, which made me intensify the kiss; back and forth, each of us both spurred on by and adding to the other’s need.

“Lily,” I panted. As much as I loved pleasing her, my own need was becoming almost painful.

“Yes, Zac?”

“Touch me?” I stared into her eyes, feeling a bit submissive, but if she wanted me to beg I gladly would.

“Of course.” With deft fingers she reached between us and undid my jeans. I felt a bit of the pressure ease up and I let my eyes fall closed as I kissed her again. I shifted so she could push my jeans and boxers down my hips a bit, and then I felt her slender fingers wrapping around my aching hardness.

“Fuck…” I arched my back, my hips grinding against her touch as she began to stroke me. The time for tender words and gentle caresses was definitely over, and we both knew it.

I deepened the kiss and slid a second finger into her, curling and twisting as I discovered what she liked best.

“Oh, Zac,” she moaned, her back arching so far her shoulders nearly lifted off the mattress. I grinned as I circled her clit with my thumb, loving every moment of watching her unravel. She pulled me down and kissed me with wanton ferocity; even more than making her come undone, I loved that she could match my intensity.

“I want you so bad,” I moaned against her neck.

“Yes. I want you too, Zac.”

Our eyes met and I was struck speechless.

“Zac. Make Love to me?”

“Yes.”

I felt a touch of awkwardness as I pulled away to fish the condom out of my back pocket, but Lily just smiled. I stood on wobbly legs just long enough to kick off my clothes, my lips returning to hers before my knees even touched the bed.

“God, I need you,” I breathed against her lips.

“Trust me, the feeling is mutual.” We both chuckled a little at that as I rolled the condom on and positioned myself between her legs. I was struck yet again by just how beautiful she was, and how insanely lucky I was to have been given this.

I gave her one more kiss, but looked in her eyes as I slid into her. Our voices harmonized as I pushed as deep as I could without risking her pain. For a few seconds I held still, both of us trembling. Sex had never felt so good, so pleasing to all the senses; it was a feeling of completion, of being made whole, bordering on a spiritual experience.

As she shifted and tightened around me, my focus snapped from the existential to the hyper-aware. As I began to thrust into her I kissed her like it was the first time, like her taste was new to me. Everything felt almost overwhelming, but grounded in a way I couldn’t describe. She lifted her legs to wrap around my hips, pulling me even deeper, and I moaned against her mouth.

“Lily… so perfect.” I let my hands wander up and down her body as I rocked against her.

“Mmm… No, but you are…”

I shook my head. I wasn’t perfect; I was barely even good. But she touched my cheek and stared at me with an earnest expression.

“Yes. You are.”

I covered her hand on my cheek with my own. If she thought I was, that had to mean something. She leaned up to kiss me, and I tried to make her feel every ounce of my love for her as I returned the kiss. I held her tight, thrusting faster into her; she moaned and arched her back, drawing us even closer still together.

“Yes,” she panted, her eyes falling closed. “Yes, Zac…”

“Lily… My Lily…”

“Yes,” she said again, and I looked to see her smiling at me. She understood. She was my Lily. I wanted her to know I would always take care of her every need. I reached my hand between her legs and circled her clit with my thumb. I was quickly learning exactly how she liked to be touched–where, how hard and how fast. Sure enough, a few moments later she gasped, her eyes wide as she clawed at my back.

“Oh, Zac…”

“That’s it, Lily. Let go.” I kissed her deep, swallowing her cries. My other hand moved from her hip to squeeze her ass, lifting it and changing the angle as I continued to thrust into her. I released her mouth, loving every gasp and whimper and moan.

“So amazing,” I murmured as I watched her unravel.

“Talking about yourself?” She smirked at me, apparently not undone enough just yet. I rolled my eyes and pressed her clit harder, making her shriek. Each and every one of her moans and cries made me want to please her that much more. I rocked against her faster and harder, and leaned down to bite at her neck and shoulder. I wasn’t going to last much longer, but my only concern was satisfying her every need.

“Come for me, Lily.”

“Again?” She panted. “My, aren’t you needy?”

I angled my hips just right, seeking out her most sensitive spot until her back bowed and she gasped my name.

“As you wish,” she moaned, her eyes falling closed. I felt her every muscle tighten around me like a vice, and I leaned down to capture her lips in a desperate, hungry kiss.

“Lily,” I breathed, pulling back just far enough to look in her eyes. “I…”

I stopped myself. This wasn’t the time; the words wouldn’t sound as sincere if I said them now.

“Yes?”

“So good…”

“Mhm…”

“Oh God, I’m going to…” I claimed her lips again as I felt the tidal wave crash over me. I couldn’t tell which of us was trembling more as we clung to each other, riding out the surges of pleasure. I kissed every inch of her neck as I slowed my hand between her legs, easing her down from the edge.

I heard her let out a shaking breath as I got up on uneasy legs, only standing as long as necessary to dispose of the condom. I collapsed next to her, pulling her into my arms. She gave a happy sigh and pulled me closer, entwining our legs. I kissed the top of her head as I felt my own mind begin to clear.

“I’m really glad we did this,” she said. “This whole date thing.”

“I am too. I think…”

“Yes, Zac?” She looked at me with a mix of curiosity and concern. Would she believe me if I told her? Or would she chalk it up to the afterglow?

“I think…”

She reached out and touched my cheek; her palm was warm, her fingers delicate as they traced the curve of my jaw. I had to tell her, and if she shot me down that was that. But I felt it too strongly to deny. I could practically feel the words clawing their way out of my throat, and the fear of not saying them outweighed the fear of rejection.

“I think… I’ve fallen in love.”

For half a second, Lily looked terrified, and I was sure I’d blown it. But her eyelids fluttered shut, and her lips pulled up the tiniest bit.

“You’re not the only one.”

“Please tell me you really mean that.”

“Of course I do. I would never lie to you, Zac.”

I felt like the Grinch at the end, my heart threatening to burst out of my chest. My vision blurred as tears started to form. I cupped her face in my hands and let out a nervous chuckle.

“I… I can’t believe I just said that,” she said with a smile. “It’s true, though. I just… didn’t want to admit it, I guess.”

“I know. I was terrified.” I nodded and stroked her cheeks with my thumbs. “But I’m not scared anymore.”

“Why were you scared?”

“I was scared you didn’t feel the same way.” I released my hold on her and looked down. It sounded silly now, with everything we’d said and done, but I couldn’t help it.

“I… I didn’t want to.” She sighed. “That sounds bad, but I’m not really supposed to fall for my customers.”

“I know.”

“It just makes things so messy. I couldn’t stop it, though.”

“Neither could I. But I’m glad I didn’t. I’m glad you didn’t.”

“Me too.”

I took both her hands in mine. I was sure now, more sure than I’d ever been about anything. It was scary as hell, but I trusted my gut.

“Lily?”

“Yes?”

“I love you,” I half-whispered, in a failed attempt to keep my voice steady. But her voice trembled led just as much when she answered.

“I… I love you too, Zac.”

A laugh and a tear escaped me at the same time. She reached up and brushed the drop from my cheek. I could see all the love I felt for her reflected back at me in her eyes. And when I kissed her, I could feel it, could taste it on her lips like candy. I was truly in love, and she felt the same. Despite the nightmare of drama surrounding me, as far as I was concerned, all was right with the world.

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