Clark St. John's Stories
Busted Two by Clark St. John
The week passed quickly for Carole and Deej. It had only been two weeks since school let out for the summer, so there were still after-school activities going on, meetings with friends, and the usual plan-making for things to do during the three months off from the drudgeries of school. Deej was able to see Carole just about every day and they were usually together until eleven or twelve at night, either watching television at his house or hers, or out to a movie, or just driving around, gathering at the local teenage hangout, the A&W drive in restaurant near the high school. During the week they both talked about what was coming on Saturday and, although Carole still showed some apprehension about it, she was no longer fearful. Their discussions about the previous Saturday night had not elicited the same hot reaction from her as it had later that night, but her body still betrayed that the thought turned her on.
That Saturday evening Deej picked Carole up and told her mother that they were going out to eat and then to a movie. As was always the case, her mother told Carole she had to be home by eleven, and Deej assured her they would be home by then, if not sooner. Deej had to give Carole a second look as they went to his car, for she looked more beautiful than ever that night. She was wearing tight, aqua-colored short shorts and a matching top that was no more than a square of cloth with a slit cut in the diagonal fold for the head, tied at the waist with a thick white rope. Her shapely legs were made even more shapely and her ass more prominent because of the wedge shoes she was wearing. Deej didn't normally compliment her clothing, but felt the need to after taking a second look at her walking ahead of him on the narrow walk.
"That a new outfit, hon? It really looks good on you."
Carole had reached his car and turned to him, "uh-huh. Mom made it for me. You like it? It's the rage this summer. Mom said the top is called a Jamaica beach top."
Deej looked at the top closer and decided that he liked it even more than his first impression and nodded to Carole while thinking "mmm, that top will be easy to get into. Just undo that rope, and bingo!" He was surprised that nothing was revealed at the sides, but then saw that the cloth folds hid Carole's large breasts from view. You couldn't actually see them, but the bulge her breasts made against the material certainly showed that she had a great pair! Deej teased Carole, "you must have wanted to look real nice for your police buddies tonight". He laughed so she would know he was kidding, but the remark made Carole's face turn red. "Hmm, I wonder if that really is the case", Deej thought when he saw her face turn red. But Deej didn't pursue it any further as he closed the car door. They didn't talk much on their short drive to the center of town where the police station was located, each to their own thoughts about what the evening had in store for them.
Carole finally broke the silence as they pulled into the station parking lot.
"Where do you think they'll want to do it, Deej? They can't do it here."
Deej hadn't even given that a thought, but she was right.
"Gee, I don't know, baby. I guess they know of some place away from here. The sergeant probably just wanted us to meet him here. Then we'll more than likely go to a house or a motel, I would think."
They entered the police station through the front entrance, which opened into a small lobby, occupied by a couple of chairs and benches, with an enclosed counter against the opposite wall. The place was vacant except for two policemen behind the counter. As the front door slammed behind them, one of the officers looked up and his eyes became transfixed on Carole, not leaving her for a second as they walked up to the counter. Deej could see the officer punch the other man behind the counter in the back as he murmured something. The other officer spun around and his eyes opened wide at the sight of the barely-dressed girl walking up to the counter. He leaned toward the officer at the counter and whispered something, but Deej couldn't make out what he said.
When they reached the counter, the first officer to see them asked "can I help you?", his eyes never leaving the beautiful girl standing before him, focused now on her large breasts.
Deej cleared his throat, "uh, yes, sir. We're here to see sergeant Ryan about my driver's license."
When he said that, he got the officer's attention.
"Oh, you're supposed to see Sgt. Ryan?", he repeated. "You two are the ones he's been waiting for?" He turned and grinned at the other officer and Deej saw him wink. Then he turned back to Deej, "okay, just a minute. Let me give sarge a call and let him know you're here."
The officer then picked up the phone and dialled, turning to face Carole again, then said into the phone, "they're here, sarge. And, man! You sure were right when you said she was a knock out! Whew! Wait until you see her." After he put the phone down, he turned to the other officer and asked, "are you going to join the party?" Before the question could be answered, he let him know, "I sure am! I wouldn't miss this for anything! She's the hottest thing I've seen in ages."
The other officer chuckled, "now you know I wouldn't miss this one. You can go and come back and spell me up here. Then I'll go. Just make sure to tell sarge that I'm wanting in on it, too, and to not keep you in there all night."
"Ha, ha", the first officer laughed, "I may not want to come back." Then, remembering what the sarge had told him, he hurriedly came out from behind the counter and told Deej and Carole, "follow me. The sarge is waiting for you two." He led them through a door near the counter which led to a flight of stairs and, standing aside for Carole, motioned for her to go ahead of him, blocking Deej as Deej started to step behind Carole. His reason was clear as Carole started up the steep steps, as each step she made pulled the shorts further up the cheeks of her ass, exposing the white flesh and panties of the unaware girl. As they reached the landing at the top of the steps, the officer stepped around Carole and opened the heavy door for her, taking her arm by the elbow and guiding her through the door. The door opened into a narrow corridor with closed doors on each side. The officer guided them to a door on the end with "squad room" painted on it. He opened it and let both of them through, this time letting Deej walk behind Carole.
The squad room was smaller than Deej had thought a squad room would be, probably no larger than a large bedroom. There was a desk at one end of the room with several folding chairs haphazardly arranged in rows in front of it. In the wall opposite the desk was another door, half wood and half clear glass. Deej couldn't see anyone through the glass, but he could discern voices coming from that direction. The officer turned to Deej and looking at him sternly, announced "the sarge said you're to stay in this room. I want you to sit right here until the sarge says otherwise. You better do as the sarge says, too, if you don't want to end up in one of the cells downstairs. Don't go wandering around the building or anything like that. Do you understand?" Deej nodded and sat down where the officer had pointed as he took Carole's arm and guided her to the other door. Deej could hear laughter and talk as the officer opened the door, then a few seconds silence until someone shouted out "goddamn! What a piece!"
Then the door closed and Deej could hear no more. He watched the glass in the door as he saw the officer and Carole disappear from his sight. There were no chairs near that door, so Deej rejected the idea of trying to get closer. He wanted to see what was going on, but was afraid of ending up in a jail cell. The most he could do was strain to hear the voices coming from the other side. He could still hear a lot of laughter and catch an isolated word or two, but nothing that would tell him what was happening. "They must be have been having a lot of fun in there", Deej judged, from the laughter and, a couple of times, even applause. Once, he was sure he even heard Carole's nervous laughter.
About fifteen or twenty minutes after Carole had disappeared behind the door, the officer who had escorted them came out, fastening his belt and grinning. He looked at Deej and bragged, "man, that was some piece of ass! You're some lucky kid to have something like that." He turned sadistic by adding, "but you may not care for it by the time everyone finishes stretching that pussy. You'll need to strap a board to your ass to keep from falling in". He laughed at his joke, rubbed his crotch and left the room. While the door was open Deej did get a glimpse of Carole, however brief. All he could see was that she was on her hands and knees and was naked before the door slammed shut.
A couple of minutes after the first officer left, the one who had been on the desk with him came in the room with two other officers. They ignored him as they went to the other door and opened it. Deej couldn't see anything that time, but one of the new officers shouted into the room "is where the party is?", then pulled the door shut behind him. After another wait of at least a half-hour, two more officers Deej had never seen before came out of the room, fixing their clothing as they talked about their experience, not even noticing Deej.
"Man, did you have her suck your dick? If you didn't, you missed the best damn blow job ever! That little cunt can really suck a dick! Wonder how she learned to do it so good so young?"
The other officer was shaking his head in disappointment, "no, I didn't try her mouth. I figured a fourteen year old wouldn't know how to do it, so I rammed it in her pussy. Have to say, though, that was some tight pussy. I couldn't hold my wad, she was so tight and hot."
The first one stopped at the door leaving the squad room and asked, "did you see Roy and Chuck. They had the right idea. Ol' Chuck got her on top of him and screwed her while Roy got her in the ass. Boy, they had that whore rocking. She must have had a virgin asshole the way she gave that little yelp when Roy stuck it in her ass." The other officer wasn't going to be bested in recalling what they had both seen.
"Yeh, she probably did have a virgin ass, so it was a good thing that old pencil-dick Roy was the first one to stick it in her shit-shoot." With that exchange they left the room, still talking about their fun as they left. Deej was getting pissed. He had planned to be the one to get Carole's virgin asshole, but here some dumb ass cop had got her other cherry. He didn't have much time to think about it, however, as another officer came into the room and two more came out of where they had Carole. Deej was trying to keep count of how many men were getting some of Carole. He remembered that five had left and four more had come in. That made nine and he was sure the sergeant was in the room.
"Damn", he thought, "that would make ten guys screwing her!" His thinking was interrupted by one of the two men who had just come out of the room.
"Say, Roy, how was her ass?" Deej turned to see who it was that had got that virgin ass and spotted a tall, lanky redhead, not in uniform, but with a gun belt in his hands.
The man called Roy guffawed, "that was the tightest damn ass! Couldn't hardly get it in. And the little bitch left some shit on my dick, too. I should have made her lick it off, but I don't think sarge would have appreciated that."
About five minutes later, Deej heard a squeaking noise, and the door to the squad room opened and a bucket with a wringer first appeared, followed by a black man pushing the bucket with a mop stuck in the water. Deej wasn't sure what he was going to do, but when he saw him heading for the other door, he half-rose from his seat, thinking he should warn the janitor, but quickly sat back down, mindful of what he had been told. He figured it was better to keep his mouth shut, although he knew what Carole's reaction would be when she saw him.
Carole had an ingrained fear of blacks due to stories she had been told by her parents about the way things had been in Pittsburgh. That's all she would need...is for a black man to see her naked! Deej knew that Carole would come unglued! Seconds after the door closed, Deej could hear Carole's scream, and then some men laughing and the sound of some chairs or something being dragged across the floor. Then everything got quiet, and after a couple of minutes the last two men that Deej had seen go in the room came out, one carrying his shoes, the other working to fix his pants.
One was complaining, "that Clyde sure busted up a good party". The other good- naturedly shot back, "what are you complaining about? You got a blow job from her. Besides, it was kinda funny, the way she acted when she saw ol' Clyde, jumping behind the desk and hiding. It was like she had seen the boogey-man", he laughed.
The other man had to laugh about that, too. "Yeh, it sure did upset her. But the sarge wasn't going for any of her shit, the way he pulled her out from behind that desk and held her up in front of that nigger." The first man added his observation, "well, she still tried to cover herself, until sarge turned her around and bent her over between his legs. He had her pinned with that ass pointed up at Clyde where he could see everything she had". The remark made him laugh again, as he bent over to tie his shoes.
The other officer was tucking his shirt in when he asked, "do you think sarge meant it when he asked the nigger if he wanted some of that ass?"
"Don't let sarge hear you call Clyde that. Clyde is his man' and sarge won't stand for anyone putting him down. That's why he treated that girl the way he did". Then he answered the other's question, "and, yes, I'm sure that sarge meant it. She wouldn't be the first one he gave to ol' Clyde." He chuckled at something he remembered. "That Clyde sure answered sarge's question the right way, saying "sure, he wanted some of that ass, but he wanted her pussy more". Clyde wants it all, and sarge will probably let him have it, too. Lucky bastard." With that final remark, they both left the room.
The door had barely closed behind them when the other door opened and the bucket came into view again, with the black man the other men had called Clyde coming behind it. Just as he was ready to close the door, Deej heard a familiar voice, "hey, just a minute, Clyde". Deej knew it was the sergeant's voice the minute he heard it. Then the sergeant appeared in the doorway with the squirming Carole beside him, one arm over her shoulder with the hand holding one tit in a vise grip, squeezing the nipple between his thumb and index finger, causing the helpless girl to squirm with the obvious pain.
The sergeant spoke to the janitor, but Deej knew the words were really intended for him and Carole. "I just think that this little whore owes you an apology for the way she acted when you came in the room. Don't you?"
Clyde grinned, exposing a gold front tooth, "yas, suh, sarge, yas, suh, I think she does."
Before the janitor had even finished his reply the sergeant had placed one massive hand on her shoulder and was pushing her to her knees, still keeping his grip on her nipple. "Now, little girl, you apologize to ol' Clyde, here. You tell him that you're sorry you hid from him, you hear?"
The tears and embarrassment were noticeable on Carole's face as she nodded, then imperceptibly mumbled "I'm sorry". That wasn't enough for sarge, so he squeezed the nipple harder, "what? What did you say? I don't think Clyde could hear you."
Carole winced with the pain in her nipple and spoke much louder, "I said I'm sorry." Sarge squeezed harder and Carole repeated "I'm sorry, I'm sorry", the tears welling in her eyes.
Sarge was enjoying torturing the kneeling girl. "Now, slut, you tell Clyde that you would love to have him fuck you. Tell him that you want it in your ass." Carole could be stubborn when she wanted and she had no intentions of telling the nigger that, so she shook her head, bracing herself for the pain she knew was coming. And the pain did come as the sergeant reached over and took the other nipple in his opposite hand and pinched both of them simultaneously while pulling upwards, slightly lifting Carole off her knees.
The pain was more than Carole could stand, as she cried out "owww, owww, you're hurting me!" When the sarge continued to pull upwards, stretching her large tits mercilessly, Carole placed her hands on his to attempt to ease the pain, but to no avail, because the cruel sergeant continued to pinch her nipples. Deej started to get out of his seat, wanting to do something, but quickly sat back down at sarge's words, "you stay in that seat boy, or I'll beat your ass with my night stick", then returned his attention to torturing the crying girl into submission.
Carole finally had enough, sobbing with pain, she cried out, "okay, okay, I'll do it. Just stop hurting me, please!" The burly sergeant eased his upward- pulling motion, but still kept a lessened grip on both nipples, waiting for the conquered girl to say what he had told her. When Carole didn't immediately say the words, he squeezed the nipples again and reminded her, "tell Clyde that you would love to have him fuck you in the ass. Tell him! And you look at him when you tell him, too, cunt, or so help me, I'll tear these nipples off your chest!"
Carole was beaten and didn't resist any further, doing exactly as the sarge instructed. She raised her tear-stained face to the black man standing in front of her and said "I want you to fuck me in the ass."
She didn't say it the way she had been told, and that brought another nipple squeeze and further instruction. "Say it the way I told you, bitch. Say mister, I would love to have you fuck me in the ass'" Then the sarge added to what he wanted her to say, "and after that, you can tell him that you would love for him to put his dick in every hole you have." Sarge pinched her nipples again for emphasis.
The now-obedient Carole said every word correctly on the second try and added the rest of what her torturer had told her to say, "and I would love for you to put it in me everywhere." Not the exact words, but it satisfied sarge that time. He knew he had the girl completely cowed and defeated, and that was his turn-on.
Clyde had stood silently, amused at what was transpiring in front of him, and, judging from the bulge in his pants, was getting aroused by having a white girl say such things to him. He played the game the way he knew sarge would want, reaching down and taking one of the girl's hands and placing it on the bulge in his pants. Carole tried to pull her hand back, but the janitor held in to him, telling her, "feel that, girl? Is that what you want?" He laughed as he released his grip on her hand and she quickly dropped her arm.
Sarge squeezed a nipple again, "answer him, whore." There was no fight left in Carole, so she answered, "yes, sir. That's what I want." That brought a wide grin from the black, who undid his zipper and pulled out a long, not-quite-hard, dark brown dick and let it flop outside his pants. From where he sat Deej could see the tremendous organ and couldn't believe his eyes. The nigger's dick must have been a good ten inches long, and it wasn't even hard. And it wasn't skinny, either, but much fatter than Deej's. Carole's eyes went wide at the sight, also. She had seen several dicks that night, but the one in front of her was equal to two of any of them she had seen.
Clyde reached down and took Carole's hand again, placing it on his huge tool.
"Feel it, ho. Feel what I'm going to put in you." Carole had barely touched the dark skin when she started to withdraw her hand as Clyde had released it, but quickly felt the sting in a nipple as the sergeant warned, "he said feel it', whore. You do as you're told til we say otherwise."
Carole left her hand on the massive dick, her white skin in sharp contrast to the darkness of the growing thing beneath her hand. She couldn't help but look at the black's dick in front of her, examining the purple-black head partially covered with uncircumcised skin, dark veins coursing around the extensive girth, throbbing with aroused blood. Her examination of the pony-sized organ was abruptly ended when Clyde reached out and wrapped a rough hand in the hair on the back of her head, then stepped forward, ramming Carole's face against the now-hard dick, burying her face against his stomach. Clyde pulled her face back with the hand in her hair and, with his other hand, rubbed his dick over her face, caressing her lips and cheeks with the head, holding the base of it at her chin as if to measure her face, its length as long as her face, the tip of it touching the hair drooping over her forehead.
Clyde spoke to her as he continued to stroke the head against her skin, "mmm, ho, I'm really going to enjoy shoving this in you. And once I fuck you, black is al-l-l you'll want! You won't even look at a white man again. I'm goin' to make you my slave, slut. And I gotta lot of friends that will be fuckin' you, too. May have to take a belt to your ass every day, but you'll learn to behave and be the ho to every black in town." Clyde laughed, enjoying the power he, as a black, had over a white girl in the fifties south. He released the grip on her hair and Carole fell back to her knees, then added, "as soon as sarge here gives the word, I'm goin' to show you some good fuckin'." Then he turned to the sergeant, "when you goin' to let me have this bitch, sarg?"
Sarge laughed, "hold yer horses, Clyde. You'll get her soon enough. You just go on down to the lobby and clean it up an' I'll give you a call when it's clear. The lieutenant hasn't had his yet, and he'd be pissed if he got her all stretched out of shape."
Clyde nodded his understanding and, before putting his dick back in his baggy pants, he stepped up to the kneeling girl and gave her one more swipe of the purple head across the lips, leaving a path of moisture which was now oozing from the dark eye. Carole raised a hand and wiped her lips, causing Clyde to chuckle as he forced the huge rod back in his pants, showing a large bulge down his leg. Clyde turned and started pushing the bucket and mop to the other door, calling back over his shoulder, "I'll be seeing you later, girly. Hee, hee."
The sergeant lifted Carole by her breasts and, with a smirk toward Deej, guided her back into the other room, closing the door behind them. "Man, he's a rotten bastard," Deej thought. His thoughts were interrupted by the other door opening and then closing. A swarthy looking man in plain clothes with a badge fastened to his belt crossed the room, studying Deej as he made his way to the half-glass door. Deej was careful not to return the man's gaze, not wanting to antagonize anyone at the police station. The man disappeared behind the door and Deej returned to the waiting and his thoughts. He sure hadn't planned on all that was happening to Carole this night, but he justified it in his mind that everything was fitting into his plans for her.
He didn't want her to be hurt, but he did like the idea that she was being introduced to gang sex. And her spirit was gradually being broken, which even with Deej's immature years he knew would be necessary to use Carole in all the ways he wanted for a few years to come. Even the idea of a nigger screwing her didn't bother Deej. Fact was, he felt that would be his strongest hold on the beauty, and was eager for the session between the nigger and Carole to begin. Once again, Deej's thoughts were interrupted, but this time from the room where Carole was, as he heard what he recognized as one of Carole's playful screams. Deej snuck out of his seat and edged toward the door, anxious to see what was going on, but not wanting to be seen by the others. Just then he saw Carole run past the door, still playfully screaming, her tits bouncing as she ran. Then Deej saw why she was running. The swarthy man was running behind her, his upraised hand holding a large black belt, as if to strike the running girl. They passed the door a couple of times before Deej got back in his seat. Carole seemed to be enjoying what was going on right then, but it surprised Deej. He knew her playful scream--half laugh, half scream, but he also knew that she had never been struck with a belt, or even physically punished in any way. "Something must have sure tickled her", Deej thought.
It was quiet in the room for some time before the swarthy man came out and walked over to where Deej was sitting. He stood with his hands on his hips looking down at Deej for a few seconds before he spoke. "Kid, that's some girlfriend you got there. Doesn't look like there's anything she won't do. Unusual for a girl her age and she fucks and sucks like she's been doing it all her life." He apparently wasn't looking for a reply from Deej, as he continued, "I'm detective Leonardi, lieutenant Leonardi to everyone, and I want that girl for a stag party I'm planning. I've decided that she's going to be our entertainment. Now, this isn't a request...so you WILL have her available for my party that night." He emphasized the word will' strongly so Deej knew he wasn't fooling around. The lieutenant took a black leather card holder out of his shirt pocket and withdrew a card. Handing it to Deej, he said "you call that number a week from Monday, in the evening, and I'll tell you where and what time to bring her. I've already told your girl about my plans, so she knows what is going on. I'm counting on you, so don't screw up."
Deej had heard about stag parties, but had never been to one. He nervously asked "if...I mean when, I bring her, can I join in the party? I've never been to one."
Leonardi looked him over appraisingly, the surprise at Deej's request showing in his eyes. "You mean you would want to be in the same room where your girlfriend is the entertainment? Son, you're either a bigger lecher than I am or you're a glutton for punishment. I wouldn't think you'd want to see your girlfriend do what she's going to be doing at a stag party."
Deej explained, convincingly he hoped, "well, she's not really my girlfriend. She's just a girl that I like to have sex with, is all. She thinks I love her, but that's her problem." It surprised Deej that he could state the truth to a complete stranger, but he really wanted to attend the party.
Leonardi laughed and slapped Deej on the shoulder. "Kid, you're my kind of man, even at your age. You got the right idea...use any girl you can, but don't love em." He laughed again, then added, "Sure, you can join in the party, too. Hell, why not? Just as long as the little whore does as she's told, who cares?" He turned away, reminding Deej, "Don't forget to call me Monday."
Minutes after the detective had left, Clyde walked through the door. He didn't have a mop bucket this time, but he did have a ear-to-ear smile and a bounce to his walk. He grinned at Deej as he opened the door to the other room and entered. A couple of minutes later, the door re-opened and the burly sarge stuck his head out, motioning to Deej with his finger. "C'mere, kid. I want you to see this," and he stepped back, holding the door open for Deej. Deej stepped past the sergeant and looked around. The room was almost identical to the room he had been confined to for the past two hours, except that the folding chairs were all against the walls. He first saw Clyde, standing near the desk, removing his underwear, and otherwise completely naked. Then he saw Carole standing in one corner, one arm across her chest, partially covering her breasts, the other hand in front of her blond-haired pussy, one leg slightly in front of the other. She didn't look at Deej as he entered the room, her eyes focused on a spot on the floor in front of her, apparently ashamed that Deej was seeing her in the same room with a nigger.
Clyde threw his underwear on top of the rest of his clothes in a chair and looked at the girl cowering in the corner, his dick beginning to rise at the thought of doing whatever he wanted with her. Not moving from the spot where he had undressed, he commanded to her, "come here, ho. I'm ready to give you the best fuckin' you'll ever have."
Carole didn't move or speak, seemingly not hearing the black man. That was a mistake, as her refusal to immediately do as told angered the sergeant, who, in long strides surprising for his stature, was on her in an instant, grabbing a hand full of hair and pulling her out of the corner, slinging her toward Clyde in one motion that caused the terrified Carole to land on the floor at Clyde's feet. That position suited the sarge perfectly as he growled at the supine girl, "now kiss his feet, you stupid bitch. You're his slave now and you damn-well better do as he says the instant he says to do it!" To show Carole she had better do as told, he then picked up a wide, black gun belt off the desk, and folding it, smacked her across the ass hard enough to start a welt rising instantly. Carole yelped and quickly turned on her stomach and began kissing the black feet, kissing them even more than the sarge had intended. Sarge through the belt down and said, "that's more like it. You just get it through your head that you're nothing but a worthless piece of shit. You don't have a mind of your own any more. All you have is a body and that body is for us to do whatever we want to do to it. Do you understand that, you filthy whore?", he asked as he prodded Carole's ass with his foot.
Carole vigorously nodded her head, not wanting to make the sergeant mad again. With her nod, the sarge then said to Clyde, "she's all yours, Clyde. She'll do anything you tell her to do from now on. I'm giving her to you. She's your slave, so what are you going to have her do first?"
That brought a big gold-toothed grin to Clyde's face. "Well, first, I think she can lick my feet and then lick her way all the way up to my heavy balls. The she can suck on them a little and get em primed." He looked down at Carole, still lying on her stomach, and gave her the order. "Get to it, bitch. Start lickin', and you better cover every square inch of my legs and feet, too."
Mindful of what the sarge had said about doing as she was told instantly, Carole quickly got on her hands and knees and began to lick the nigger's feet with her soft, pink tongue, careful to cover every inch as she made her way up his legs which were covered in short, black curly hairs. Carole crawled on her hands and knees around the black man in order to follow his orders of licking every inch. As she worked her way higher up his legs, Clyde spread his legs wide where she could reach the upper part of his legs, and when she had reached the back of his thigh, sloping down from muscular buttocks, he ordered, "lick my ass, too, you shit-licker. That's what you're good for...licking my ass."
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