Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 21:49:41 -0400
From: Allan B <allanbinnj@gmail.com>
Subject: Touchdown!

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The email was to the point and complied with the requirements I'd put in my
online posting.

     6'2" 185 lean musc athl 29yo clean, DDF, non-scene, great cocksucker
ready NOW

     Pic attached, hit me back

If the guy who showed up was the guy in the picture it'd be Christmas.
Closed that deal two emails later after my location and room number were
sent, and we ascertained a fine point or two that wasn't covered in my post
or his reply.

I jumped in the shower, counting down the minutes, looking at my stupidly
expensive diver's watch that I got paid by the company to wear for
advertising as it deflected the water stream under the spray.  I rechecked
the time again, dreading that the inevitable would happen: he wouldn't show
at all... or he'd email an excuse and not show... or he'd show and I'd
wonder whose photo he'd borrowed.  My pic and stats in my post were
inviting, but so many players trolled the online postings that it was just
to be expected. I did give myself the luxury of a chuckle at the irony: so
many players trolling, yet I AM a "player"... of the professional nature.
If he did show, he was likely to be someone totally different than the
photo, with an unappealing body and just hoping I'd be horny enough that it
wouldn't matter and he'd get lucky. He would find out he was wrong about
that, I thought, soaping my already raging hard cock and thinking my hand
would no doubt be my relief later.

Seventeen minutes later, the knock on my door made me even more skeptical
the guy was who and what his email and pic said he was. Smokin' hot and
fourteen minutes early? Had to be some desperate poseur. I didn't bother to
look through the peephole and just flung open the door, fully expecting to
have to tell some troll off and slam the door in his face. Instead I was
speechless.

The athletically perfect body in the pic was undoubtedly the one in front
of me under a tight in all the right ways but not too tight plain white
muscle shirt and jeans that hinted at muscular legs and showed a formidable
bulge and narrower waist than even the perfect V in his nude pic. But the
model handsome face in front of me hadn't been done justice by that pic,
not one bit.

"Corey?" he asked, smiling but a little nervous.

"Uh, yeah. Dave?" I asked back, stammering a bit in the rays of his beauty.

"Yeah," he said a little hesitantly, the smile now gone nervous and
tentative, probably in response to my show of hesitation. And after a few
beats of silence he looked around, up and down the hall, and asked, "You
gonna ask me in?"

DUH, Manning. What a fucking idiot. The hottest guy you've seen in weeks is
here to blow you and you have him standing out in the hall while you
reconcile usual flakiness and shadiness to your good fortune! I tried a
lame recovery with a devilishly predatory smile as I stepped to the side so
he could come into the hotel room. "Just wondered how eager you were to
suck my big raging cock," I lied.

He laughed and his handsome face went from stunning to irresistible, and he
looked down at the obvious outline of my hardon under the wet towel wrapped
around my waist. He stepped in and pulled the towel off as he did and took
a good handful of my big hard cock before he was inside enough for me to
close the door. "Looks like we're both eager, Corey," he said, his face so
close to mine that his breath was hot – and sweet – on my chin. I
absolutely didn't care at all that the door was wide open to the hallway as
he lingered, handling my raging boner, though I was aware of it.

His gaze to mine was intense, challenging, promising, and he alternately
looked predatorily at my cock in his hand and back to meet my gaze
directly. Finally, with his other hand hefting my attention-worthy bull
balls, he shot a look sideways back out the wide open door, smirked,
squeezed my cock and balls and stepped in another two strides. "You're a
tough man, aren't you, Corey?" he asked, as finally released my goods and
moved farther in, into the small sitting room of the tiny suite.

He had to know that despite my terse, specific posting, he had my balls
boiling with desire, had me totally off-balance.

Pro athlete, discretion demanded, wants blowjob in hotel. 31 6'5" 231lbs of
pure musc. You come, I CUM, you go. Pic/stats in 1st email or no reply.

And that's the way it always was for me. Until this hottie struck a chord
(or was it my cock and balls). No, it wasn't just my sex driving the
desire. I wanted to feel him, every part of him, hold him against me, for
chrissake to get to know him, to know everything about him, to know how he
looks when he moves, every muscle, and to know what he thinks and feels.
Hell, I wanted to KISS him! And I NEVER kiss – EVER!

A hot businessman in a suit passed my door and quickly looked away from my
boner, but not too quickly and not without enough eye contact that I knew I
could have him. I turned back toward the room as I let go the door to close
on its spring hinge, and Dave was smirking at me. "Rather have him?"

"Get your fucking clothes off and get to work on my fuckrod, bitch," I
snarled.

His reaction was obedient, but there was another reaction, almost
imperceptible but it was there. As the words, "Fuck yeah, thought you'd
never ask," rang out and he began shucking his sneakers and unbuttoning his
jeans, his eager look betrayed a bit of contrived intent.  No, not
contrived, but it wasn't commensurate with the right answer he'd blurted
out. It was... a bit of hurt or disappointment. It was so well disguised
that I was on the verge of unsure, but no, that was it I was sure.

And I felt like a shitheel.

WTF?!?!?!

I forced my concentration to his beautiful body as he stripped and watched
as he carefully, but not obsessively, neatly put his sneakers and clothes
in a pile on the end table by the sofa. I went to the doorway to the
bedroom as I watched, and when he was completely naked and turned standing
for me to appraise, looking at me with
ready-for-the-challenge-and-eager-to-complete-the-task enthusiasm, that
shadow of regret – that was it – was there.  I went into the bedroom
and got on the bed with my back against the headboard, my legs spread wide
and my big dick still throbbing and pointing out and to the ceiling, like
my big feet.

Whatever disappointment he'd had over my abrupt dispensation with the
playful banter went, and he unconsciously licked his lip as he crawled up
and between my legs, gracefully, another athlete's movements which I
recognized by reflex. He took a long swipe of my cock with his hot tongue
when he got close enough, moaning almost inaudibly as he did, and I
instantly produced a glob of precum, which elicited a loud moan and an
eager swipe of his tongue to catch it. "Oh, fuck, man," he said. That eager
appreciation alone would have brought the next glob of precum, but his
tongue circling my gorged knob fueled the flow all the more.

Dave was between my legs, but like a lot of tricks who suck your cock, he
was careful not to be too much in contact with my legs or much of any other
part of me, just the cock and balls. I'd learned that tricks wait for
signals usually as to how much contact is allowed. I wanted major contact
with this stud! But would I? Did I even know how to let myself show him I
wanted that? Did I even know how to DO it?

As if to weigh in on the subject, my cock throbbed insistently, and an even
bigger glob of pre was there running down my engorged head as he was
licking my veiny shaft. "Fuck YEAH," Dave quickly exclaimed, seeing it at
close-up.  He aggressively captured it in his mouth. He looked up at me,
his mouth stretched full over my oversized cockhead, and I couldn't help
but smile appreciatively. His eyes gratefully acknowledged the largesse of
my show of appreciation, and then he went to work in earnest.

He struggled with my size, but he adapted and had me floating in no time.
His hands, mouth, tongue were all expertly adept at cock and ball worship;
that much was obvious. He was aggressive and determined, which is good too,
because normally I'm such a slow cummer from oral that many cocksuckers
have to be forced to carry through to the marathon-like finish. Dave had me
hotter than any other I could remember and faster.

Less than twenty minutes into it I said, "Do you want to finish me off and
be done, or do you want to go on for a while Dave?"

He looked up at me and showed that hesitation again that I'd seen at the
door. "Aren't I doing it the way you like? Just tell me what you like," he
pleaded with a now obviously worried look, stroking my long thick cock and
fat head as he begged for guidance to my pleasure.

I took my hand, which had been clasped with my other behind my head, and
cupped his statue-perfect right cheek, another WTF thing for me to do, but
it was just what I wanted to do at that moment to allay his worry and
comfort him. And to touch him, for that reason itself. He closed his eyes
and rubbed his face into my caress and kissed my palm without any look of
surprise, following my lead I suspected. A new jolt went through me,
straight to my heart, and I didn't know what to do then at all. I was out
of my element in a way so completely that one track in my head said to
throw him the fuck out and jack off and be done with this crap. Fortunately
another few tracks were more persistent in my desires for him. "No, Dave,
not at all," I managed to say. "You're doing awesome, and a bit more of
this and my nuts wil blast. This is great," I said, emphasizing the
'great'. "You're great," I added, again emphasizing the sentiment, all the
while wondering who the fuck I was channeling, saying those kinds of things
that never escaped my mouth for a cocksucker. He kissed my palm again, and
the shiver of hot excitement that time made my body shiver. He looked up at
me tentatively as my cock drooled more precum and I indulged my visual of
his gorgeous face. "What I meant, Dave," I started, noticing his smile as I
used his name, "Is that I'm loving it, and don't want it to be over and you
to be gone."

"You want me to edge you?" he asked with some enthusiasm, tinged with
tentative confusion. I didn't immediately answer and he filled the quiet,
still stroking my slobber-slick fuckrod erotically. "I mean, I'm not
complaining but it seemed maybe you weren't really into it. I mean, after
twice as long as most guys take--" He stopped short, his face going
instantly red. "Um, I didn't mean to compare you--" He reddened more. "It's
not like I'm saying I do this all the time. Or anything," he stammered, and
for the first time his grip on my cock was still.

"Dave?" I said with a grin.

"Uh, yeah," he said, still blushing all the way down his sculpted back,
still with his grip on my cock not moving, and I could swear a bit of a
shake to his body.

"Suck my cock," I said softly through my grin.

He looked relieved.  "Yes, sir!" he snapped and went back to work.

"And what I meant was," I continued, with my hand caressing the back of his
blond head, making sure he continued doing what he obviously liked doing
despite me talking to him, "That unless you want to get up and leave after
you swallow my load, which by the way won't be long the way you're doing
that – FUCK! – I want you to stay and us to have more fun together."
He momentarily broke his rhythm as he'd been working up and down my fat
veiny shaft and looked up at me around my bone, managing to keep it in his
mouth but angling his head, which was some talent given my size and the way
it filled his mouth.  The surprise he showed morphed to a grin instantly
and he went back to work with a vengeance that was the only thing that
could make me look away from his hot beauty, and I threw my head back and
let myself enjoy him.

I had both hands on him, feeling his broad, developed shoulders and arms,
his head, his face, as he licked and sucked and rubbed and ran his hands up
and down my furry muscular thighs and over my rippling abs and then again
had my cock in his hand as well as his mouth.  My balls were hot and
insistent, and I was close, closer than I'd ever been that fast, and my
mind was on ten tracks of fantasy about this stud. Most of those tracks
were touching him over the rest of his body, feeling him against me, being
inside him—

"OH FUCK I'm gonna cum!" I shouted suddenly.

"You fucking know you're gonna cum, stud," he taunted me, garbled, around
my cock, increasing the speed and suck-factor and taking a firm grip on my
balls with his hot hand.

That grip took me from careening over the edge to BLASTING up, out and over
it, and with that my nuts exploded and my body jerked as I began to blast
my seed into his eager mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmpppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he moaned in delight as he
gulped to took my heavy flowing shots, matching my own unintelligible
string of expletives.  He gripped and pulled and massaged my balls and
milked my seed out of me and his whole body was into it, seemingly matching
me with his own eager spasmodic movements.  I'd thrown my head back after
the first shot and let it go and had been carried away with it completely,
until I finally pulled my hips back awkwardly and shoved him back off my
too-sensitive cock.

"FUCKKKKKKKKK!" I hissed, catching my breath and trying to get my twitching
muscles back under control

"Jesus FUCK, dude," he said, having released my cock from his mouth but not
his grip, and then he bent forward and swiped his tongue over my
hypersensitive head again, making my body rack painfully, ecstatically,
again and me shout at the sensations.  "You fucking shot a gallon, bud!" he
proclaimed, and when I opened my eyes and brought my head away from the
headboard and looked down, he was grinning, some of my cum running down off
his lip at the left corner of his puffy lips and down his perfectly
sculpted chin. I reached down and swiped the cum up from his chin to his
lips, and Dave, instead of licking it out of my hand or doing nothing,
again rubbed his face in my palm and kissed it.  Then he licked it clean!

Man, I was way into this hot stud! I couldn't help it. His studliness, his
aptitude, his eagerness, his appreciation, all were a recipe for a deep
hole a usually all-business top like me could fall head-first into.  Both
heads... and heart.

I found myself reaching under his sweaty pits and pulling him up to me,
pulling his body over me with his help, until I..... was..... kissing his
puffy warm wet lips and feeling his hot sweat-slick body against mine. His
groin and mine were ground together and grinding together, and I was aware
of a different slickness there. I was leaking more cum..... or he was
leaking precum..... or we both were, which is what it turned out to be.

The kiss started at tender – another strange unknown for me – and had
gone to torrid just that fast. I loosed my hugging grip on him enough to
get my left hand between us and grab his cock. "Be careful," he whispered
with a gasp into my mouth, our lips still pressed together. "You'll make me
cum again instantly," he elaborated.

"Again?" I blurted, pulling away enough to look at his face. His immediate
blush and his downturned eyes showed discomfort.

"Uh, yes, sir, I'm sorry, but when you came something weird happened and I
was cumming myself and couldn't control it. Sorry if I've overstepped,
sir," he said, still not meeting my gaze.

I pulled his chin up so that we were eye-to-eye again. "Dave," I said in a
quiet almost-whispered tone, "I'm Corey, not `sir'. You're an equal here,
naked, partaking in these man-on-man pleasures. Just because we
contracted," I said that word with emphasis like air quotes with my voice,
"For you to blow me and that's it, that doesn't mean you're not an equal
participant here. So tell me more about you cumming when I blew my load
down your throat," I said, with a lascivious leer.

And who the FUCK was I channeling, I wondered again, playing with this
cocksucker instead of kicking his ass out the minute I'd finished.  But
that was it, wasn't it?  I wasn't finished with him.

His shy grin warmed me, particularly around my groin. "It was just so hot,
s--, er, Corey. I had to work for it, and then your huge cock got even
fatter and hard as steel when you got close, and your head was like a
fucking throbbing tennis ball assaulting my throat, and when you started to
cum it was like bazooka blasts of cumwads, and I was just so fucking into
it." As he'd gone on his groin was again grinding into me, his cock still
in my hand, mashed between us, clearly worked up.  "FUCK!" he shouted and
dipped his head to my shoulder.  And then he looked up at me with
intensity.  "You're just the hottest guy I've ever been with."

I used both hands to grab his beautiful assglobes and then pulled him tight
against me and held him so he couldn't move. He moaned in protest and need,
but I held him tight, our eyes still locked together, his pleading, mine
boring into him. "Do you like getting fucked, Dave?" I asked in that same
almost whisper I'd started with before.

He gasped and moaned out a "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkk," which I
wasn't certain meant yes, but the way his expression verged on rapture, I
suspected he'd simply forgotten the `me' after the exclamation. My fingers
spread his cheek and one of my long middle fingers explored his
hole. Another gasp, and his eyes rolled back, and his sweaty asshole pushed
out some, unrestrained but still in my grasp, to push his swampy hole
against my finger. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," he moaned.

I pulled my finger out of him gently and then brought it up between our
noses. It smelled perfect for fucking – sweaty, manly but clean. I
licked my finger sloppily and then so did he, and I moved it back into him
as he let out a long moan as I pushed it more than half length inside him
and began massaging his muscle around it with my index finger.

Dave was grinding his hole into me and his cock into my abs and moaning so
enthusiastically that I was afraid we'd be done before we really
started. And I was right, because a moment later he cried out and blasted
his wad between us as he shuddered and back-fucked onto my finger, his
fuckhole spasming around my intruding finger. "Mmmmmm," I said, more
excited than disappointed at his premature second cumming.

"Oh FUCK," he said, after his spasming and moaning simmered down. "I
couldn't help myself," he said overly apologetically, "I'm so sorry, sir,
er, I mean Corey. I'm so sorry!"

I pushed my lips into his, my finger still inside him, my hands pulling our
groins tight together so his sticky cum and my ample slick precum was a wet
coating in the cuts of our abs. I kissed him hard, and he kissed back, and
our hunger wasn't in the slightest slaked by his now several orgasms or my
earth-shattering one.

As the kiss continued, his ass began to gyrate harder onto my finger again,
at one point so far against it that I was fully inside him. He was wet
inside, both sweat and his pleasure slicking him. He moved over onto his
stomach and pulled me with him onto the top of him and was pushing his ass
into my raging cock with hungry desire. My huge head was clearly too big
for him, but he SHOVED against me and cried out as his muscle gave way and
my head spread him open and entered him. "OH FUCK!" we exclaimed together.

He was hot and wet and burning under me and also around me, the part I had
of me inside him. I wanted to SHOVE myself into him balls-deep, knowing I
shouldn't be in him at all but unable to pull out, not having that will
power.

He was pushing against me, and I was pulling back to keep from entering him
farther, a grappling of wills in my mind so extreme as to make myself ache
from something other than the desire for him. "Dave, we shouldn't, not like
this," I said in a gravelly voice that betrayed my near exhaustion of any
ability to control myself.

He instantly stopped but held my throbbing cockhead clenched inside
him. "And I don't have any..... " I trailed off.

With that he somehow jumped out from under me and was on his feet yelling,
"Don't go anywhere," and running out of the room. And in an instant he was
back running into the room with his jeans in his hands then chucking them
and with his wallet in his hands, then chucking it when he had a couple of
condoms, ripping one of the packages open with his teeth as he slid to a
stop on the wood floor beside the bed. I'd fallen back on the bed and my
raging cock – still raging despite the interruption – was in his
hands, and he was rolling the condom on me aggressively. Through clenched
teeth, as he worked the way-too-small condom onto me, he mumbled "Sorry,"
and then looked at me and said, "It's really NOT like I do this all the
time. That's my emergency pack."

"Dave," I said patiently, "Shut the fuck up and get your ass in the air
again," I said with a smile.

I was in him balls-deep amidst his cry of pain at the incursion, though
when he started to cry out I stopped shoving into him – amazed at my own
ability to stop – and he pushed back onto me with such force that I was
fully in him immediately anyway. And then I was thrusting into him, hard,
ruthlessly, relentlessly, uncontrollably, and we were both yelling, him
clawing at the bedsheet and pillows as he bucked back hard into me, meeting
each thrust and causing our bodies to slam together. I was down on him,
biting the back of his neck and his shoulder, and then I was up, pulling
him onto all fours and really slamming into him while he gripped the
headboard for safety lest he be pounded through it. He was so incredibly
tight yet I'd probably shot a full ounce of pre into him when I was inside
him, and we slid together like a vise with oiled jaws sliding up and down
the length of me, at least until my head came to his pucker, and I was his
prisoner at that point, no way I could have pulled out the way he was
clenched around me.

My big balls were swinging wildly, as were his to the extent they could
with the minimal clearance below him when I slammed him down, and he
reached back and grabbed mine and pulled. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I
cried, and when he knew it was in pleasure, he increased the pressure and
worked my tanks harder as my thrusts increased in intensity in response.

The filthy banter amidst cries and exclamations continued and got only
louder, more insistent, and suddenly I felt him clenching harder, his body
tensing and I knew that he, incredibly, was about to cum again. I was
fueled by that knowledge and slam-fucked him all the harder and suddenly I
was cumming, too, and his grip around my nuts at that moment went to
excrutiatingly ecstatic and I cried out in a long exclamation as my back
arched taut and my hips slammed even harder into him in an attempt to
deliver my seed as deep into him as humanly possible.

He slumped forward into the headboard with the top of his head, his face
down into a pillow with a long sigh, pulling me with him as his fuckhole
was still clenched hard around my huge cockhead and I was still hard inside
him. I kissed the back of his neck at his shoulder blades, a long, gentle
kiss, which by that point in our session no longer surprised
me. Predictably, he brought his head up and back and nuzzled my face with
the side of his head and his neck. As he relaxed into me, my arms
encircling him, I pulled out of him with a short cry from him. He
maneuvered around to face me, smiling but also looking a bit sheepish. I
started to move to get up to go dispose of the condom, and he said, "No,
let me," and pushed me back onto my back and pulled the strangling thing
off me with glances of concern to see if he was hurting me. I just
smiled. WTF else cold I do – I was still floating on an endorphin surge
like none I'd experienced in as long as I could remember.

When he had it off he held it up and admired the volume of my cum in
it. "Damn, stud!" he said, a little playfully but also genuinely admiring
the output.

"You did that," I said weakly, grinning stupidly.

He tied it off as he got up and went to the bathroom and ran water. I heard
the toilet flush while the sink ran, and he wet a cloth. He brought the
cloth back in, and I expected him to make to clean my slimy cock, but
instead the wash cloth was placed on my forehead, cool, and he kissed my
mouth. And then he kissed my cock and cleaned it thoroughly and eagerly,
and I was as excited again as I'd been.

He was going for it – a trifecta – and I was worried I couldn't cum
again despite the hardon that raged in his mouth. But, amazingly, his mouth
and hands had figured out my combination, and although it was thirty-some
minutes, those minutes were me soaring higher and higher and then finally
cresting again and washing over that agonizingly blissful precipice again
with a loud cry expressing the PAIN in my nuts as they exploded. He again
eagerly swallowed every drop, exclaiming at the surge in his mouth, but not
apparently cumming again himself. The last part I didn't know until later –
I was too overcome – pun intended – to have been aware one way or the
other as my climax wracked my body.

I pulled him up to me when he'd finally released my cock from his mouth,
pulling him into me so his head was on my shoulder. "What the fuck, Dave?
This was a simple no-recip blowjob, or at least that's what I intended." He
started to say something, but I stopped him with the hand I had wrapped
around him holding him tight against me. "But instead you're like some
angel sent to remind me that life is for living and sharing and not just to
be mechanically worked to maintain minimum necessities."

I was in full endorphin-stoked babble, and he knew it, but he snuggled into
me. "I don't mean to be anything other than what you want, what you need,
Corey," he said into my still-heaving chest.

I kissed his forehead and held him tight. "My name isn't Corey, Dave," I
confessed.

"I know," he said quietly into my right carotid artery, his breath warm and
comfortable against me. "I knew the moment I saw you when you opened the
door who you are, Todd," he continued. "As far as that secret, it's mine
and only mine, Todd. You may be the sport's world's Tremendous Todd, but
you're my Corey.  And if I'd told you your cover was blown – pun
intended!" he laughed, "Then it would have made you uncomfortable I knew."

I held him like that until we both dozed off. I awoke over two hours later,
slightly before he did. I needed to piss – critically so by that point –
and moved to try and not disturb him as I got up. "Is it time for me to go,
Todd," he said groggily?

"I just have to use the bathroom, and I'll be back. If you need to leave,
that's your prerogative, Dave, but I'd like you to stay."

When I came back out of the bathroom, he was right where I'd left him,
smiling. "Todd, my wallet is on the floor from when I threw it in the rush
to get the supplies to get you inside me for real. Will you hand it to me?"

I did. He opened it and pulled out a plastic card and handed it to me,
which I was at first startled by and almost didn't take it. It was his
driver's license.

The picture was great of him. Which was appropriate, because he was a damn
handsome man. "OK, David James Black, so which are you – one
eighty-five, like it said in your profile and email, or one sixty, like it
says on your license?"

He grinned at me. I've worked hard for those twenty-five pounds of muscle,
Todd. But I just wanted you to see who I am.  And I meant what I said –
you're my secret, Todd.  You're my Corey, this was all with Corey, I never
knew Todd Dreesen, and as much as I and every other gay man wants the
famous quarterback Todd Dreesen to be gay, it's just a fantasy for them and
my secret.  Anyone asks, I had a wild night with a man in a hotel on
business whose name is Corey."

"No, Dave," I said, crawling back into bed and pulling him to me again,
wrapping my arm around him and feeling whole again after feeling like he
was missing from me while I was out of bed. "This isn't a fantasy, this is
real. You made me real, suddenly; made my life real in a way it hasn't been
for a long time. This is OURS, and there is no Corey, there's only
Todd..... and Dave."  He snuggled into my chest, and I held him tighter as
he said, "Mmmmm, I like that, Todd." I sure did, too.

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Author's note:

This was real, by the way, in my past. I've changed his name AND mine for
purposes of propriety. But in my closeted days, this was an amazing hookup
in the midst of many unsatisfying ones. And this is the hookup that
propelled me to come out and to have a real life. That, of course, is an
entirely different and very trite story. This precursor, however, has me
excited just reliving it.

Please feel free to send me your thoughts, criticism, requests at
allanbinnnj@gmail.com and I'll be happy to reply.

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