Date: Tue, 25 Feb 2014 03:43:58 -0500 (EST)
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: city boy farm boy chapter 18

The usual disclaimer apply.  This is intended for adults over the age of
18, and may not be reproduced without the author's written permission.
This story contains sex between consenting teens and family members and
takes place on a farm so use your imagination.  Yes you read that right,
and this chapter gives some graphic details on that.  So if that offends
you, do not read any further!  Enjoy!

City Boy Farm Boy

*** "Well shit, seems like I arrived too late for the full show."  I looked
to see Lancelot sniffing at Joel who was leaning against the door frame.
His shirt unbuttoned and untucked, his jeans hitched low showing off his
lower abs. "What are you dirty farm boys doing in here." He asked, a wide
smile on his face.

Chapter 18

Joel, hooked his thumbs into the front belt loops of his jeans pulling them
lower still.  The top of his bush now exposed as Lancelot, who'd been
sniffing his face and chest, now moved lower sniffing his crotch.  Joel
rubbed Lancelot's muzzle.

"Well hello there big boy.  You are a curious one aren't you?"  He leaned
back a bit pushing his hips forward, Lancelot now sniffing the front of his
jeans.  "Hey now, easy boy, I ain't so easy a first date," he chuckled
trying to push Lancelot's head to the side.

Bear and I separated slightly, not sure what to make of Joel knowing this
side of our relationship.  He finally pushed Lancelot away and stood there
his fingers pointing down his leg framing his swollen cock trapped in his
tight jeans.

"I'll say it again, ain't never had no guys make me horned up like you boys
do.  Ya got my dick wicked hard seeing that."  I don't think Lancelot was
too happy with this intrusion but stood to the side as Joel stepped in the
stall.  "I ain't looking to join ya, just maybe let me look at you."  His
hand rubbed his cock as he spoke.

Bear moved me over in front of him and rubbed his still hard cock between
my cheeks;

"Wanna see it up close?  Well whip er out boy and get to beaten it."  Bear
bent me over and teased me by sticking just his head in my hole and then
pulling it out repeatedly.  Joel gasped seeing this, his hands a flurry of
movement as he tore open his jeans, pulling his long cock out.  The cock
was close to my face as he began fisting the head.  "Spit right here," Bear
told him, and I felt him spitting on my ass.  I moaned as Bear entered me
fully, again hearing Joel gasp at the sight.  His fist madly rubbing his
head his balls pulling up tight to his body.  "Go on, git up front a him,
let him give ya the best sucking yous eva had boy."  I saw Joel's hand stop
rubbing his cockhead as he thought about it.  "Go on ain't no one here but
us.  Go on, we ain't gonna say nothing, sides who'd believe us?"

Joel shuffle stepped to face me, his long cock bobbing as he moved;

"I, ah ain't never done nothing with a guy before," he said as he
tentatively began stroking his fingers through my hair.  "You guys sure
about this?  I mean like not telling nobody right?"  I could feel his hands
shaking as he fondled my head, his cock just out of reach of my lips.  "I
never thought about doing this."

"Liar," Bear joked with him.  "I seen the bag of jocks at yer place.  What,
ya snatch them from yer jock buds and then come on home and jack off in
them?"  I squeezed my ass tight on his cock trying to make him shut up or
he'd scare Joel off.  Bear patted my ass, "Boy it's all good, me and my
stud here wear each other's underwear and clothes all the time.  Can't tell
ya how horny I got wearing his the first time or how dang sexy he looked in
mine."  Joel was quiet as he continued to stroke my head, feeling my ears,
brushing the hair outta my face.  I looked up to see him gazing at me his
eyes filled with lust.

"Yeah I bet, but that's something else you can't be telling anyone either,
OK?"  I nodded at him with a smile.  "Been doing it for some time,"" he
whispered.  "Started a few years back when I mistakenly put on a friends
jock."  He brushed his fingers over my lips, slipping one into my mouth,
his cock jerking as he did.  "When I realized it wasn't mine I got so
horny, nearly cumed right then."  His finger was sliding in and out of my
mouth as I sucked on it.  "So I started collecting them whenever I could.
But I'm not gay, OK?"  He pulled his finger from my mouth, but left it at
my lips.

"Ain't saying you is," Bear moaned still fucking me.  "Ain't nothing wrong
with a straight boy needing some attention from time to time, or jerking in
a buds jock.  Be our little secret.  Just us three, musketeers."  Joel
smiled as he looked back down at me;

"All I could think about last night was what it'd feel like to have you
sucking me like you was doing him."  I kissed his finger and reached out
taking his cock in my hands, pulling him closer to me.  He feigned
hesitation.  "Seeing you sucking his cock," he shook his head now speaking
only to me.  How much you got in and how you liked doing it."  He pressed
his fingers past my lips and into my mouth again.  I moved his hand;

"All you have to do is tell me to stop and I will stop," I told him as I
opened my mouth licking the head of his cock with my tongue.

Joel shuddered and moaned as I swirled my tongue around his head.  I took
his head into my mouth, pulling his pong cock down into my throat.  He lost
all control.  His hands gripped my ears and his hips began thrusting in and
out.  Mere seconds passed when he groaned and began to cum his thick sticky
cum in my mouth.  He pulled his cock out and after a few seconds of
recovery time he shoved it back in with a groan, making Bear chuckle.

"Atta boy, enjoy my talented boyfriend."

I could feel his eyes never leaving me as I sucked him for a second time.
Bear ended his assault on my rear end with a hard thrust and a second load
in me.  He pulled out and went to lean on the wall watching me finish off
our new friend, his fat cock shined with his cum, hung heavy over his
balls.

Just as Joel began to cum as second time almost as quick, Pa's voice called
out for us.  Joel freaked, pulling his still oozing cock from my mouth.  He
tried pulling up his jeans and began moving out of the stall to hide.  His
toe caught on something and he tripped, falling to his back into the main
breezeway of the barn.

I couldn't help but laugh, the look on his face was priceless as he lay
there half naked, his long dick coated in his thick white cum looking up at
Pa.  Pa just looked down at him and snickered.

"Boy, whatcha be doing like that in my barn?"  Joel struggled to pull his
jeans up his boner waving proudly in the air.  He lay there humping the air
as he strained to pull his tight jeans up and stuff his cum covered cock
back inside.  Bear and I appeared in the doorway, Pa looked at us and
smiled.  "Shit boy," he said tapping Joel's hip with his boot, "Why didn't
ya just say y'all was fucking my boys.  Shit, ain't nothing wrong with
that, long as they chores is done.  Go on git back in there and finish up.
Pay me no never mind.  He gave us a wink and headed to the other end of the
barn.

Joel, more nervous that he was in the beginning, stood,doing a sort of two
step, I think trying to figure out what to do and where to go.

"Um, yeah so OK I'll just go wait by my car," he stammered, he looked at
us, more at Bear than me this time.  Bear and me stepped out of the stall,
Joel's eyes darting from us to Pa and back.

"OK be with ya in a minute," Bear told him shaking his head.  Joel ran out,
his open shirt fluttering in the breeze he made as he ran.  "Come on stud,
we best go calm his virgin nerves before he drops dead."  I looked at Bear.
"Shit he is so cherry he nutted twice in a minute boy, if that ain't a
virgin who's been dying to get blown, then I don't know what."

We were dressing when Pa came back up and leaned in the stall door.

"Boys, I ain't one to be telling y'all who you can and can't mess with, but
that Joel boy, well I thinks..."  He paused looking out into the yard.
"That boys stinking of trouble."  He tilted his hat back and returned his
look to us.  "Don't hear me wrong now, he is a good kid.  We's known his
family a long time.  Just think it's a bit odd he just now starts coming
round being all buddy - buddy.  Might not be nothing to it, just saying is
all."  Pa took his hat and slapped it on his legs, knocking off a cloud of
dust.  "I sure do like him for sticking up for y'all last night,
but... well just y'all be careful is all I's saying."  He gave a wink and
headed on back to whatever it was he was doing.

"Pa's got a point," I said to Bear.  "I admit I liked sucking his prick,
but I wasn't looking to do no hooking up with him."  I stood in front of
Bear with my hands on his hips.  I really, honestly, only want one person."
I brushed his hair out of his face and adjusted his hat as I looked deep
into his eyes.  "And I already got him," I kissed him with an open mouth
and his tongue quickly attacked mine.

Bear pulled back from our kiss and smiled.

"Oh y'all gots me, hook line and sinker stud."  He slapped my ass, making
me thrust my crotch into his.  "I ain't done with yer butt neither."  He
pressed his lips to my ear and whispered; "To night is just you and me and
I's gonna make love to you like there ain't no tomorra, ya hear?"  His
teeth nibbled my ear lobe as he hugged me tight.



We found Joel, nervously waiting by his car.  His shirt was still opened
and his jeans stained from his interrupted orgasm.  He smiled weakly as we
came up, his hands nervously handling his keys.

"Ya ain't leaving is ya," Bear asked him.  "Look we's sorry fer laughing at
Pa catching ya like he did.  Look He don't give two shits, bud.  Pa done
caught us fucking round many times, ain't nothing he ain't seen before.
Just gotta relax."

"Yeah," I added.  "I freaked like you the first time Pa... Mr. Stewart
walked in and caught us.  Now look, it ain't nothing."  Joel looked at us;

"Yeah I guess so.  Just going to take some time before I can face him OK?
I mean shit I thought he was going to kick my ass or something."  He fell
silent and looked down.

"Nope," came Pa's voice from the side of the barn.  "Not fer doing that,
but keep that dirty talk up and I sure as hell will.  Don't need y'all
cussing an swearing round my wife, ya hear?"  We all agreed and he again
disappeared inside the barn.

"Well I better go get cleaned up," Joel said looking at himself.  "You boys
up for doing something tonight after supper?"  We told him we were and
agreed to meet up back here at six thirty.  As Joel drove off Bear slung
his arm around my neck;

"Betcha a buck he don't show."  I agreed and we headed in to get cleaned
up.



After supper Bear and I were sitting on the porch.  Joel pulled in right on
time and I held out my hand for payment from Bear.

"I ain't got no money stud, gonna hafta wait till payday."  I gave him a
shove and we laughed as Joel stepped from his car.  He was dressed in
shorts and a Red Sox baseball jersey with high top nikes.  Yep the jock was
back and looking the part.  The passenger door opened and Kenny stepped out
dressed similarly except he wore enemy colors, Texas Rangers.

We piled in the car and headed to Weir's Beach.  Yeah a huge tourist spot,
but the arcades and carnival like atmosphere were always a good time.  Sure
the place was packed but we had a good time anyway.  Our jock boys
competing with each other on the games of skill.  Winning trinkets and free
throws.  Bear stood toe to toe with the boys and for someone who claimed to
have no money, sure seemed to have deep pockets.  He wasn't as good as the
boys when they tested their strength trying to make the bell ring, but oh
did he show them up at the baseball and milk bottles.

After watching Kenny and Joel throw and fail at knocking all three off,
Bear stepped up and with his first ball had cleared the little stand where
they stood.

"WINNA, WINNA WINNA!"  The operator barked loudly.  Bear won some little
cupie doll thing which he set to the side and motioned for another try.
Again with one ball he sent all the bottles flying.  "WINNA, WINNA, WINNA,
the man barked again, handing him a little bit larger stuffed toy.  Bear
continued to throw and win, all of us screaming and yelling with each
throw.  The man running the booth was less impressed and began to get upset
with Bear's obvious skill level.  "OK time to go kid," the man finally said
shooing us back.  "Time to let someone else give it a go."  Bear looked at
him with a menacing glare.

"Naw you's still open and I got's money, give me more balls."  He pointed
to a huge stuffed bear holding a heart which said 'I love you', hanging far
above the rest of the prizes.  "I'm a gonna win that there bear."

"Go on kid get going, you townies bother me," the man growled.

"Hey, hey everyone," Joel shouted.  "The games are fixed!  This boy here is
a pro at this one and now the guy says to go away because we bother him!"
A group of older parent types began to gather which was making the man at
the stand nervous.  Hey were all saying to let the kid play as long as he
had the money to do it.

The man suddenly pulled a rope and this colorful canvas dropped signifying
the stand was closed.  Oh that did it, the crowd was pissed and soon drew
the attention of the local cops.  We were asked our story, which was
confirmed by several on lookers.  After a lengthy talk with the stand
operator, he raised the curtain and begrudgingly let Bear play on.

It soon became clear this jerk was not going to let Bear win the big prize,
even though he'd won eighteen times in a row.  We were about to give up
when this huge furry biker man wearing leather pants and just a vest,
stepped up to the counter.  A hush fell over the crowd as he leaned in at
the man.

"I say you give the boy what he deserves," he growled.

"What he deserves is a lesson in manners," the man said.

"I think you need the lesson and I'm the one going to give it to you.  How
many times you won buddy," he asked Bear, stroking his beefy hand on his
back.  We quickly counted all the prizes.

"Eighteen sir," Bear told him, his confidence strong with his new protector
next to him.  The man slapped a dollar on the counter with a loud thud.

"That covers two more games.  If he knocks them down like before, you give
him what he wants," the biker said pointing to the big bear.  The man
paused and looked around.  He finally set four balls on the counter, two
for each set of throws.  "Go on kid, knock them fuckers down," the bearish
biker said clapping him on the back.

Bear took aim and threw, and again all the bottles went flying.  The man
then reset the bottles and Bear cocked his arm ready to throw.  Suddenly
the biker reached in and knocked the man back.

"Just you never mind tripping that pedal now," our eyes moving from the man
to the bottles which had suddenly begun to shake.  The man looked white and
nervous.  He glared at the biker and moved climbing up the shelves of
prizes to retrieve the huge bear.

"Here take it and go, ya fucking little bastards."  He handed Bear the bear
and the crowd began to cheer.  Bear thanked the biker man who smiled at
him.

"Ya got quite an arm there kid, you play ball?"  Bear shook his head no.
"Well you should."  He turned and walked away, We all now saw the large
patch on the back of his vest proclaiming he was a Hell's Angel.  Bear
touched his arm and the biker turned to look at him.

"What happened," he asked pointing to the booth which again had suddenly
closed.

"He rigged it.  Has something under the counter that pops up a pin to hold
one of the bottles so you can't knock it off.  I saw him trying to activate
it.  Night slugger," he said messing with Bear's hat, and he disappeared
into the crowd.

Bear gave away all the smaller prizes to the kids still standing around,
bringing smiles to them and their parents.  He then looked at me.

"I won this just for you," handing me the humongous stuffed bear.  He tried
to hug me but the bear was so big he couldn't.  He slapped my ass instead
whispering; "told ya I loves ya!"



  As the sun began to set we headed up the road to the drive-in.  As we sat
in line we debated our choices, sappy or horror.  Horror won hands down.
Joel refused all offers of money saying this was his treat.  We drove
around finding a spot in the back and parked.  We crowed into the snack bar
loading up on junk food, again Joel footing the bill even though we all
tried to chip in.  Kenny and Joel sat in the front seats while me and Bear
cuddled together in the back.

We'd all seen the first movie, The Fog, so we were prepared for all the
scares it had.  During the intermission we headed to the concession stand
to pee.  Three long skinny bathtub type troughs hung from the walls over
flowing with crushed ice.  We all jockeyed up and hauled out our cocks.

"He who melts the most ice wins, looser buy the food," Joel said out loud.
We all began pissing waving our cocks back and forth trying to melt as much
as we could.  We weren't alone, others were doing the same thing.  It was
interesting to see all the different types of cocks.  Big, small, long,
short, fat and thin.  Bear leaned over and whispered asking if I was
getting thirsty.  I nudged him but whispered back 'yes'.  Kenny lost, I
think he was piss shy, and bought more junk food and sodas.  Back at the
car Joel lit a joint and we stood there toking it, catching a nice buzz.



The second movie was Poltergeist and I have to say we were soon a bunch of
screaming girls.  Big brave Bear was pressed against me, my arms holding
him to protect him from the evil spirits on the big screen.  Kenny and Joel
doing their fair share of cuddling in fear as well.  They claimed it was
the pot, but no they were scared.

I will admit that half way through I stopped watching and concentrated on
the hot lips that found mine.  Bear and I were making out like crazy, our
cramped seating area making us close and not letting us stretch out.  We
turned sideways and I was able to get my hands in his jeans, pulling his
cock free.  I was going to make him cum but the boys in front screamed and
well, let's just say the mood was lost.  I made Bear keep his cock out so I
could continue to mess with it but he never got more than half hard.



Joel drove us home and then headed out to drop Kenny off, Bear and I
sneaking up to our room.  Not that it mattered, but Damion was not there
and we took advantage of his empty bed and fell down giggling as we tried
not to break our kiss.

The bear Barrett had won for me sat in the chair at the desk watching us as
we made out and stripped off our clothes.  Bear was so hot and ready, he
needed no lube using his pre to wet me.  As we continued to kiss, he began
teasing me with just his cock head, sticking it in and pulling it back out.
Each time causing a moan to escape my lips.

His long hair cascaded around my face, dancing over my skin.  I felt around
and found his discarded ball cap and turning it backwards, placed it on his
head.

I have found that there are only two types of people who wear hats, those
that can and those that shouldn't.  The ones that shouldn't might
sometimes, under certain circumstances, be able to pull off a 'hat look',
but they will never look good wearing one.  On the other side of the coin
are the ones who just look good with a hat.  Bear is one of these types.
Find the dirtiest, most torn up hat and put it on his head and voila it
becomes a top hat.  Seriously, Bear could be wearing nothing but a hat and
a sock on his cock and he would look amazing, but I digress.

"I want you to be my hick tonight, and I want you to look the part."

Bear rose up and lifted my hips further on his legs, humping his cock
deeper into me yet still not all the way in.  I watched him, his chest
flexing as he thrust and withdrew.  His eyes focused on his cock as it
fucked me.

He began to pull free and then thrust up so his cock rubbed against my
balls.  He would then lower it and bury it back in my hole, always exhaling
a deep slow breath as he did.  He then moved to a push up position, his
strong arms, which I felt and caressed, supporting his weight over me.  His
now damp hair waved above me as his hot breath washed over my face.  This
was my boy, my farmer stud who had snuck into my life and stolen my heart.
I watched him.  Studied his body as his strong muscles strained to give me,
give us, all the pleasure he could.

I felt of him every part I could reach.  His powerful shoulders, and brawny
arms, muscles taught.  Back, flexing with each thrust of his masculine
hips.  Buttock clenched tight making his cock steel like.  Driving it in
deep, grinding himself against me.  Cut abs beneath my wandering fingers,
each muscle defined and solid.  His face, contorted in ecstasy as his eyes
focused only on me, his city boy, his love.

I held my hands to the sides of his head, his mouth open, thin drools of
his saliva dripping on to me.

"Yeah stud, make love to me.  Fuck me like you've never fucked anyone
before and never will again."  Bear drove his face to mine, mashing our
lips together, his teeth biting my tongue, pulling it into his mouth.  "Oh
God," I nearly screamed, "You're gonna make me cum!  Oh fuck don't stop
baby fuck me harder!"

Bear was breathing into my mouth.  His breath filling my lungs as I then
exhaled back into his.  I wrapped my legs around his waist and let his abs
stroke my cock as I came between us.

"Oh fuck I can't stop," Bear moaned into my shoulder.  "I'm gonna nut in ya
baby."  He began to grunt, his hips slamming his cock in me as he came.  He
collapsed on me gasping for air, his head laid on my chest.



I took his hat from his head, his wet hair flinging cool little drops of
his sweat onto my hot skin.  I stuck my face inside the hat and sniffed his
scent.  God did he smell good!  I pulled it onto my head, the band adding
his sweat to my soaked hair, causing my cock to stir and harden between us.
Bear lifted up and looked at our cum soaked chests and my now fully hard
cock.

"Damn boy, you ready for more?"  His words emphasized by his cock swelling
in my hole.  I flicked the bill of his hat, still on my head, much like
Kenny did his;

"Ayup, sure is pardner."  Bear shook his head and chuckled, slapping the
bill, forcing it down to cover my eyes.

"Baby I can't tell you how hot you look in my shit."  He raised the hat and
kissed me.  "You ain't a city boy no more," he shook his head, "Nope, you
is a real hick now."  He moved, getting up on his knees.  His cock pulling
from my ass with a plop, causing me to moan.  He moved me to the edge of
the bed, standing on the floor, he again slid fully into me.

Putting my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck and his hands to
my hips he lifted me up with ease.  He carried me to the desk where he set
me down and began fucking me.  Anything that was up right was now either
now on its side or on the floor.  The desk banged loudly against the wall
with each of his hard thrusts.  More and more things falling to the floor
with a crash or bang.

Pulling me back up, we moved to the wall where he pinned me, his hips
thrusting up.  If the light switch had been behind me, the light would've
been flashing like a disco ball.  Instead the shelf next to us which
contained the boy's entire collection of Hardy Boy mystery books, popped
off its support and fifty nine books came crashing down upon us.

The door to the room swung open and Pa stood filling the door frame with
his massive hairy form.  His look, one of complete anger.

"ENOUGH!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.  "You bastards may be horny
twenty-four seven, but God Dam it, stop with the noise!"  He grabbed us and
flung us to the bed.  Shit was he pissed!  "Dam it boy git yer fuck stick
outta his pussy this minute."  Bear pulled out, but evidently not fast
enough.  Pa flipped him on his belly and smacked his ass hard six times.
Each slap eliciting a shriek of pain from Bear.  I knew I was next as Pa's
knee was planted in the small of my back.  "God dam punks, ya know y'alls
Ma is right there?  Hearing all yer carrying on.  She don't need to be
hearing that!"  His hand connected with my ass with a crack of skin on
skin.  I cried out in pain.  "Hush yer mouth and take it," pa demanded.  He
smacked me seven more times, telling me he knew I had instigated it so I
deserved more.

"From now on, y'all wanna fuck and suck, y'all go fuck in the barn like the
God dam animals that you are!"  He spun around and kicked at the pile of
books on the floor.  "And clean up the God dam pig sty before I move y'alls
ass to the barn for fucking ever."  He spun and glared at us, "YA HEAR ME?"

"Yes sir," we meekly replied slowly standing up, rubbing our asses.  He
left the room, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the windows.

I was scared shitless.  I began picking up the mess, Bear not helping me
one bit.  He instead snuck to the wall that separated our room from Ma and
Pa's, pressing his ear to the wall.  I looked at him, giving him a come
help me look.  Bear raised a finger to his lips and motioned me over.

Pressing my ear to the wall, we could here Ma and Pa, softly giggling and
whispering.

"Should-a seen them faces.  I tell ya babe like deer in headlights."  They
laughed.  "Smacked them cute little butts good and hard too.  They won't be
a sitting for a week."  They chuckled again.  "Maybe I was a bit rough, but
I knows they liked it, specially that Cody.  Gots him a fine young ass that
just loves to be spanked."  I gasped hearing this.  It was all a big joke!
Bear suddenly backed up and grabbed at me but not fast enough.  A loud hit
to the other side of the wall, bounced my head off a good two inches.  "I
don't hear ya cleaning yer mess princess, git to work," Pa shouted,
followed by a laugh from them both.  "Then git to bed, your day starts at
four thirty!"



Bear and I cleaned up quickly, oh the room was still a disaster but at
least all the stuff was off the floor and the books stacked neatly against
the wall.  Bear's little alarm clock showing it was two thirty in the
morning.



Ice cold water drenched our faces and bare chests shocking us from our
sleep.  Sitting bolt up, both our heads slammed into the low ceiling above
our bed, knocking us both back to the pillows.

"Wakey, wakey," Pa screamed at us.  We looked to see him pulling the light
on.  He was fully dressed with one of Ma's cooking pots in his hand.  Holy
crap, he doused us with water!  "Come on git yer asses up and dressed fore
I git the hose.

Bear and I were dressed in minutes and running down stairs to the kitchen
which we found dark and empty.  Pa was already outside whistling at us like
we were his hunting dogs.  He pointed to the barn and we knew all the
chores were ours.  He sat in a chair and watched us hustle out butts.

The real interesting thing was neither Bear nor I minded all this extra
work.  We put our minds to it, focused, and by the time the sun was up,
most of it was done.  We met up in the breezeway and looked for our
overseer but his chair stood empty, except for two steaming cups of Ma's
famous mud coffee, which we drank quickly.

It was during our coffee break that we noticed Pa's truck backed up to the
porch.  As we headed that way we could see Damion, Pa and Ma loading stuff
in the back.  We were about twenty feet form them when Pa hollered to us.

"Git all them chores done?"  We yelled back we were almost done.  "Well yer
buddy Ken will be here any minute and soons he gits here we's leaving.
If-n y'all ain't done, yer staying."  We looked at him with questioning
looks.  "Don't knows bout y'all, but we's going camping."









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fact or safe.  Common sense should be exercised in all possible encounters.

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