Date: Wed, 22 Jan 2020 10:22:10 -0500
From: drmoocow@gmail.com
Subject: Seven Days of Pleasure, Chapter 2

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SEVEN DAYS OF PLEASURE

Chapter 2
Cruise Day 1, Embarkation Day
(teen, truth or dare, f/f)


As the taxi drew nearer to the port, it was like that scene in Jurassic
Park when they first saw the herd of brachiosaurus - a quick peek over the
buildings, a fleeting glimpse between the palm trees - and then there she
was, in all her glory, standing tall above all around her - the Crown
Princess cruise ship. Towering above the terminal, her immaculate steel and
glass exterior shone in the sun, inviting and alluring.

When their cab pulled over to the terminal building, Jon and his parents
were greeted by a big burly man who whisked away their suitcases and
directed them towards the check-in area. After a quick and painless
checking in process, each of them were issued Medallions, which would act
as their door keys and payment system for the next week. Not five minutes
after that, they were invited aboard the ship and Jon was given free reign
to explore the ship.

Like many people his age, the pool seemed like a great place to start his
vacation. He made a quick detour to the cabin that he and his parents would
be sharing for the next week - not huge, but it would do the job, he
supposed. His bed would be a foldout from the sofa, which looked
comfortable enough. After rummaging through his backpack, he located his
swim trunks and pulled them out.  Kicking off his sandals, he practically
ripped off his pants and underwear and dove into his suit and then headed
up to the Lido deck.

As the glass elevator arrived at the correct deck, he was amazed to find
not one but two giant pools. A handful of other guests had discovered the
pools as well, which gave him a moment of pause.  Being on the fluffier
size, he had always been a little shy about taking off his shirt in front
of other people. At school, in PE class, he was often teased about having
boobs, and naturally, it had given him a bit of a complex about it. But
looking around, there were people of all shapes, sizes and colours, and
nobody seemed to care a whole lot. Still, though, once he picked up a big
blue and white pool towel and selected a deck chair, he removed his glasses
and quickly doffed his shirt, then wasted no time getting in the pool. No
need to tempt fate, after all.

The Florida sun beating down on him felt absolutely wonderful. It was only
February, but it had felt like this winter had gone on for years already
back home. He could feel the stress and tension melting out of his
shoulders, and the snow and algebra were already being banished from his
thoughts.

After half an hour of alternating between swimming and floating around the
pool, it was beginning to get a little crowded as more people boarded the
ship and had the same idea he'd had. Looking around, he discovered the
thing that many larger cruisers discover - no matter how big you think you
are, you will almost always find someone who's bigger. Even so, old habits
die hard, so after getting out of the pool and scurrying over to his deck
chair, he covered up quickly with his towel. Drying off quickly, he
breathed a sigh of relief once he had his shirt on once again.

He slipped on his sandals again and swapped out his wet towel for a dry
one, then decided to go exploring. Walking along the open deck, he came
across a pizzaria, and discovered he was rather peckish. He got a piece of
pepperoni pizza, then found a seat at an empty table. Before long, a pretty
young female waiter appeared from nowhere and asked if he would like a soft
drink; his parents had sprung for an unlimited soda package for him, so he
took advantage of that and asked for a Coke. In a heartbeat, she
disappeared and reappeared with his drink, and gave him a smile and a wink
as she placed it next to him on the table.

This week was going to be interesting, he thought.

* * * * *

After his snack, Jon continued his exploration of the ship. He had
continued his trek around to the front of the ship when he came across a
quiet area with a few deck chairs and a hot tub, which currently contained
a couple of kids around his age. A thousand thoughts flashed through his
head at that moment, ranging from "should I talk to them" to "what if they
make fun of me"... but he made the conscious decision that having some
friends this week would be better than not having any, and really - if it
didn't go well, he'd never see these people again after this week, right?
And so he gathered up all of his courage and walked over to the side of the
jacuzzi.

"Hi there... do you mind if I join you?"

The two kids turned to face him. He could see that it was a boy and girl,
both roughly his age, and there was a frosty tension between them that
could almost be seen. "Sure, come on in, if you can stand the two of us
arguing. I'm Mark, and this is my sister, Megan."

"I'm Jon, pleased to meet you. Did you guys need a few minutes to clear
things up? I don't want to be in the way or anything."

Megan laughed and said, "No, that's all right, Jon, come on in. If you
waited until we were finished, you'd be out there all week."

"Well, if you put it that way..." Jon smiled and put his towel on a nearby
deck chair and removed his glasses. He froze for a second, realized he
hadn't thought this through - now he had to make the decision whether to
take his shirt off in front of these strangers. Taking a deep breath and
hoping for the best, he popped it off and braced for the comments - which
didn't come. Exhaling finally, he dropped his shirt beside his towel, put
his glasses back on and joined the other two in the pleasantly hot water.

Over the next half hour, they chatted and discovered that they had a fair
bit in common. Megan and Jon were both 14, though his birthday was coming
up soon; Mark and Jon were both baseball fans - the Orioles for Jon and the
Phillies for Mark; and all three of them read a fair bit and that they had
some authors in common as their favorites. Mark and Megan had even stopped
bickering for a while.  They were well on their way to becoming fast
friends. And after a while, during a lull in the conversation, Jon wondered
to himself why he was so nervous to meet these kids in the first place.

Just then, they heard footsteps coming around the corner. Another boy
appeared and sidled up to the hot tub. "Hey, guys, how's it going? How's
the water?" He introduced himself as Andrew, and said he'd be back shortly,
after he changed into swim trunks. True to his word, he was back in five
minutes and joined the others in the hot tub.

"Man, I've been dying for some sort of warmth for months. We've had a
stupid amount of snow up in Michigan," Andrew exclaimed.

"Don't I know it," said Mark. "I've been shovelling snow in Philly for
money this year, and I've got so many customers I can hardly keep up with
it."

While Mark and Andrew went down a rabbit hole discussing the finer points
of Star Wars minutiae, Jon and Megan shared a look, rolled their eyes and
smiled at each other. It occurred to Jon that he had never felt this
comfortable with a girl before... ever. The warmth he felt from within
almost was greater than the warmth from the water.

As the afternoon wore on, every once in a while, another guest or two would
wander by, but it was surprisingly low traffic. At some point, they were
joined by two more people in their age group, Amy and Eric, who wandered in
a few minutes apart from each other. The six of them sat in that hot tub
and talked and laughed, and laughed and talked, and it felt like they'd
known each other for years.

As 5:00 rolled around and the announcement was made for the sail-away
party, it became time for some of them to head out to meet up with their
families to get ready for dinner. They agreed to meet back here at the hot
tub for 10pm.

"You'll be coming, right, Jon?" Megan asked him quietly as they dried off.

"Wouldn't miss it," he replied.

She smiled at him and gave him a little wave as she scurried off to catch
up with her brother, who had started to head in.

Jon found it hard to believe, but he couldn't deny that he felt a bit of a
spark there with Megan.  And even apart from that, he felt like he finally
fit in with a group of friends. This week was DEFINITELY going to be
interesting.

* * * * *

A few minutes before 10:00 that night, Eric was walking along the hallway
on his floor, dressed in his swimsuit and flip flops and carrying a towel,
when a door opened a few cabins in front of him.  "Oh, hey, Amy! How was
dinner? You're just down the hall from me!"

She turned to greet him and together they started to walk towards their new
hangout spot. "So, Eric, where are you from?"

"My parents and I live in Manhattan near the Park. It's pretty nice, I
guess."

"Ooh, New York City? I've always dreamed of going there. Austin's nice, but
New York is, like, where my heart lies, if you'll forgive the cheesiness."

"I like it, I suppose. Mom and Dad work a lot, so I spend a lot of time
alone. Sometimes I like that, but sometimes it's lonely, too. I'm an only
child, so it's just me and the butler at home most of the time."

"Ooh, a butler, how fancy," she thought to herself. "They must be pretty
well off..."

As if reading her mind, Eric smiled and said, "Yeah, my parents own their
own company and make a ton of money. I try not to let it go to my head,
though."

Blushing slightly, she smiled back. "I wasn't going to say anything!"

"I know. It's not something I hide, I just don't make a big deal of it,
either. There are some kids in my school that throw their parents' money
around like it's nothing. They're assholes, but other kids kiss their
asses... it's pretty disgusting, really. I don't want to be like them."

"Well, I know I've only known you for a few hours, but I can tell you're
not an asshole," she said.

By this time they reached the hot tub, where Mark, Megan and Jon were
situated with a boy they hadn't met yet. "Who's not an asshole?" Mark
asked.

"Eric," replied Amy.

"Are you sure?" Mark asked, an impish grin on his face.

"Oh, I can be," Eric laughed, and spashed Mark.

"So you can! Anyways, guys, this is Adam. Adam, this is Eric, the asshole,
and Amy. I don't THINK she's an asshole, but we'll have to see," Mark
said. Amy swatted him gently upside the head as he laughed.

"Howdy, y'all," Adam drawled.

"Dang, there's some Texas if I've ever heard it," Amy called out. "I'm from
Austin, where are you from?"

"Just outside Pecos," he replied with a smile.

"Well, howdy yourself, then, cowboy," Amy said as she removed her tshirt,
exposing the top half of her swimsuit. Her shorts quickly followed, tossed
casually in the pile of everyone's clothes on the lounger, and she and Eric
joined the others in the hot tub.

"I have to say, I'm glad we found each other on this cruise, especially
this early into it. I've been on other cruises where there was nobody else
my age... it makes for such a boring time," said Eric. "So thanks,
everyone."

Everyone agreed with the sentiment, nobody more so than Jon. He wished that
he could bring everyone home with him at the end of the week.

"Okay, who started the party without me?" Andrew asked as he rounded the
corner with another girl.  "Everyone, this is Rachel. Her family sits at
the same table as mine at dinner." Andrew kicked off his sandals and peeled
off his t-shirt, and thought he caught a bit of a look from Eric. He filed
that away for later reflection, then plonked himself into the jacuzzi with
aplomb.

Everyone introduced themselves to Rachel, who, already in her swimsuit, got
into the hot tub with a little more finesse than her dinnermate. Talk was
lively, up to four conversations at once at times, as the group of teens
got to know each other better. Jon was discussing Magic The Gathering with
Andrew when Eric got everyone's attention and asked the age-old question
with a twinkle in his eye: "Guys, guys... who's up for a game of truth or
dare?"

Jon stiffened at the question. He'd never played himself, but he'd heard
enough stories to know that it usually ended up with embarassing questions
and at least one person naked. He thought about it for a moment. "Fuck it,
when are you going to get this chance again? Certainly not at home," he
thought to himself. "Besides, they've been okay with you so far..."

"I'm in," Jon squeaked, his voice cracking. Everyone turned to look at him,
smiled and laughed. He looked mortified for a second, then smiled at the
sound that he'd made - they were laughing with him, not at him. It helped
that Amy reached out her hand underwater and squeezed his for reassurance.

Mark shot a quick glance to his sister, who shrugged and smiled. "Up to
you," she mouthed. He smiled back and nodded.

One by one, they all agreed to play. Eric continued. "So, a few ground
rules? What's said and what happens here stays between us, and everyone
gets asked before someone gets asked a second time.  Fair?" Nods all
around.

Rachel asked who should go first.

"Well, since you asked, you should propose the first challenge," Mark
suggested. The game was on.

"Ummm.... okay. Let's see.... Adam. Truth or dare?"

"I'll go with... truth."

"Okay, I'll start off with an easy one. When's your birthday?"

"July 16th... I'm a Cancer," Adam replied.

"Oooh, me too!" Megan exclaimed. "Well, I mean, I'm a Cancer. July 3rd."

"Good to know. I'll have to remember that," Adam said with a smile and a
wink. "Okay... Jon... truth or dare?"

Adrenaline released into Jon's bloodstream and he felt more awake than he
ever had before. "Truth."

"Do y'all have a girlfriend, and how far have you gone with her?" Adam
asked.

"Oooh, getting serious quickly!" Megan giggled.

"I, uh... I don't have a girlfriend, and, umm, well, I never have," Jon
stammered. "I'm kinda shy, y'know, because of, uh, this," gesturing at his
midsection.

"Oh, that's bullshit, Jon. You're really cute, y'know," Megan said,
blushing slightly as she realised that she'd just told Jon that she found
him cute. "And everyone has things about their body they don't like." The
others echoed similar sentiments.

Jon could feel his face turning red, even to the tips of his ears. Looking
down, he scrunched up his nose and pushed his glasses up. "Well, um,
thanks. No girl has ever, um, said anything like that to me before."

"Well, they should. They would be lucky to have you," she continued. Amy
reached over and squeezed his hand again, nodding her agreement.

"Okay, Jon, your turn to ask someone. Who's it going to be?" Mark prompted.

Jon looked around the hot tub. "Alright. Andrew, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Same question I was asked," Jon said. "Sorry, I've never played this
before and I don't know what to ask."

"No problem. Okay, so girlfriend... I had a girlfriend during the
summer. Her name was Kate, and we were kissing one night out behind the
shed in her backyard, and she let me feel her boobs. The light went on out
the back of her house, and we panicked, so that's about as far as we went,"
Andrew said. "It was nice... she was so soft, and I... wasn't..."

The group had a good laugh at that, and then Andrew decided to kick it up a
notch. "Eric, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"What's your deepest, darkest secret that you've never told anyone?" Andrew
asked.

"Well... okay, since we said it would stay between us, I'm gay," Eric said,
almost defiantly. "I hope that doesn't freak anyone out."

"Of course not! Oh, honey, gay or straight, white or black, Beatles or
Elvis, we like you for you!"  Amy exclaimed, and everyone was quick to join
in with their support. "As long as you're a Beatles guy, anyway."

Eric breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks, guys, that was harder than I
expected. I honestly haven't come out to anyone yet, so thank you for
saying that. It's... it's liberating to get that off my chest." Then he
locked eyes with Amy and, with an impish grin, said, "And it's Elvis
forever!"

"Oh, fine... you can stay, I guess. For now." she replied with an impish
grin of her own.

"Okay... Hmmm. Rachel. Truth or dare?"

Feeling brave, she asked for a dare. "Let's get this game going!"

"Okay.... I dare you to give Adam a lap dance!"

"Okay! I can think of worse things!" Rachel blurted out, provoking a laugh
from the group.

Standing up, she moved over and stood in front of Adam, then started
swaying to music only she could hear. Her pert breasts, mostly concealed
behind the thin lycra of her bikini top, gently moved with the motion,
which did not go unnoticed by Adam. As she slowly danced, she raised her
arms above her head and began playing with her hair, slowly turning around
to face away from him.

Bending over slightly, her ass now pointed towards his face, she slowly
began to sway her hips from side to side, and then to Adam's surprised, she
reached behind and rearranged her bikini bottoms to sit directly between
the cheeks of her ass, making it look like a g-string.

Even though he was sitting to the side, Jon felt his cock go hard in an
instant. This was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.

Adam's eyes, wide open at this point with surprise and lust, had a giant
grin on his face. As the dance progressed, she continued turning around so
she was facing him again, stepped closer, and to everyone's surprise, knelt
on the seat of the hot tub straddling Adam, one knee on either side of his
hips. She lowered herself until she was sitting in his lap and ground her
hips into him. "Oooh, he's pretty hard... and it's big, too!" she
cooed. The teens laughed and cheered.

As she ground into his lap, Rachel took one more step that surprised
everyone as she reached behind her back and undid the bow of her bikini
top, and seconds later she pulled it off, her tits on full display to
everyone, but nobody more so than a very, very erect Adam.

"Okay, okay, that's enough, you two, no cumming in the hot tub," warned
Eric, "unless you want to clean it up!"

With a sly smile, Rachel blew a kiss to Adam and stood up. For his part,
Adam sat up straighter and was rather obvious about adjusting his dick in
his swim trunks, and he wasn't the only one - Andrew and Jon also had some
adjustment issues that needed addressing. Even Eric was a little fidgety.

Rachel started to put her top back on, until Eric stopped her. "Nuh huh,
Rachel. Truth or Dare rules state that whatever clothing comes off, stays
off until the end of the game!"

"Fine," she said, putting on a fake pout as she smiled. She wrung the water
out of her top and tossed it towards a lounge chair, then settled back into
her seat, the bubbly water covering her chest.

After the group had had a moment to digest what had just transpired, it was
the next turn of the game. "Mark, truth or dare?"

"Jesus, I don't know what I'll have to do to follow that, but I'll take a
dare."

"Oh, it's a simple one. Strip naked, get out of the hot tub, walk over to
the railing, and back. Oh, and you have to face the hot tub the entire
time, and you can't cover yourself up," Rachel offered.

"Aw, man... my sister's here... but... but... fuck. Fine. You," Mark looked
at Megan, "keep your eyes closed." The group laughed.

"Please, it's not like I haven't seen it before," Megan said,
haughtily. "It's nothing to write home about."

"Say what now? When?" Mark asked, incredulously.

"Well, one night when you came home after soccer practice, my friend
Brianna was over. You went in to shower in the shared bathroom, and, well,
you didn't close the door properly... and she was curious..."

He raised an eyebrow. "She?"

"Okay, well... We. We were curious," she admitted sheepishly.

"Well then. Did you at least like what you saw?" Mark asked with a grin.

"It was all Brianna would talk about for days," Megan said. The group had a
good laugh.

He stood and made a production of slowly undoing the drawstring on his
trunks. "Stand up on the seat!" Amy called, and he complied. He slowly
inched he trunks down bit by bit until his pubic hair began to come into
view. Taking a deep breath, he pulled out the front to free his penis from
the fabric, and let them drop into the water. His six inch cock stood
proud, pointing at the sky, paying tribute to the show that Rachel had put
on.

Reaching under the water, he pulled his trunks off and stood, naked as the
day he was born, in front of six people he had met earlier that day... and
his sister. Never in a million years would he ever had expected this turn
of events, but here he was. And like everyone in that hot tub, he was horny
and the rules go out the window when you're horny.

Gasps and cheers rang out from the group as Mark exposed himself. But not a
sound was heard from Megan - she was speechless. She had only had a glimpse
of him that evening, and hadn't gotten a good look at his boyhood. That
certainly was not the case now, and... well, putting it bluntly, she liked
what she saw.

Eric was seated between Mark and the hot tub stairs. Feeling emboldened by
the group's reaction, Eric improvised - rather than stepping down, he
instead grinned and stepped over Eric, his ass literally inches from Eric's
face. As he turned to climb the steps, Eric reached up and gave a good
natured slap on the ass and they smiled at each other.

Stepping down onto the deck, he turned to face the hot tub and put his arms
out to the sides.  Walking backwards carefully, he slowly moved the twenty
feet to the railing. Cat calls and whistles from the hot tub encouraged him
on his journey, and when he reached the railing, he struck a few poses as
the teens cracked up laughing. After a few seconds, he did a runway walk
back to the hot tub, turned, posed, turned back again, and took a bow. His
rock hard cock hadn't gone down in the slightest, and still was reaching
for the stars.

Golf claps rewarded his return and he wrung out his shorts and tossed them
towards the lounge chair over by Rachel's bathing suit, then rejoined the
troupe in the hot tub. He and Jon shared a fist bump as he returned to his
seat, and the teens chattered away excitedly.

Mark's back stiffened as he heard footsteps coming around the bend,
wondering if he was about to be caught naked in a hot tub in public, but it
turned out to be a couple his parents' age, who exchanged greetings with
the group and carried on their way without stopping. As they continued on,
he visibly relaxed and exchanged another look with his sister, who could
plainly read the relief on her brother's face.

"I can't believe they didn't notice the swimsuits over there!" Andrew
exclaimed.

Once everyone had settled, Mark asked Amy if she would prefer a truth or
dare, to which she accepted a dare.

"Okay... I dare you to make out with Rachel... naked."

"With pleasure," she replied. "Eric's not the only one that isn't
straight... I'm bi," she said with a smile. She winked at Rachel, who
smiled in return.

"Should I be naked too?" asked Rachel.

Considering for a second, Mark nodded. "Sure, why not. You're halfway there
anyways."

"Bah. Fine," Rachel said, with another pouty smile. "This is fun."

Rachel stood and peeled her bikini bottoms off, revealing her shaved mound
to everyone as Amy pulled first one strap off her shoulder, followed
closely by the other. A little wiggling here and there, and shortly two
more bathing suits were flung over to the de facto lycra storage facility,
and the two girls stood facing each other, their bodies glistening in the
moonlight.

Amy reached out and gently pulled Rachel towards her, who stepped in for a
full-body embrace without complaint. Amy leaned in to give Rachel a quick
peck first on one corner of her lips, then the other, then leaned back to
gaze into Rachel's eyes. Returning to kiss her new friend directly on the
lips, she teased with three quick short ones, then returned for a longer,
more sensual kiss. Amy's tongue gently probed at Rachel's lips, which
opened slightly to welcome the embrace.

A hush fell over the group as they watched this passionate embrace between
the two girls unfold before them. They knew they were witnessing something
special. More than one teenage boy's hand was rubbing his cock at the
passionate display.

Amy's hand slowly moved down from behind Rachel's head and made its way to
her left breast, cupping it, then gently tweaked the nipple, making it
erect. Moving further south, Amy softly rubbed her fingertips across
Rachel's taut stomach, inching lower and lower, caressing the skin along
the way, causing goosebumps as their tongues flicked back and forth, both
girls fully invested in this make-out session.

Amy's hand continued on its journey down Rachel's body and slowly, ever so
slowly, reached it's goal. Rewarded with an involuntary moan from Rachel as
her finger gently circled Rachel's clit, both girls were now breathing
hard, their breasts heaving as they mashed together as two became one.

Andrew and Jon had been struggling to sit still, their cocks both trapped
painfully within their swimming trunks. Almost on cue, but without a word
or even a glance, both boys gave up trying to find a comfortable position
for their genitals and simply eased off their trunks. Seeing this, Eric
wriggled out of his trunks as well.

Amy, who was still rubbing circles around Rachel's clit, gently made
contact with the little nub, which caused Rachel to suddenly break off the
kiss and gasp loudly, her eyes closed, her mouth wide open and an
expression of pure ecstacy on her face. It didn't take long until Rachel's
body tensed up as the first wave of her orgasm washed over her. Increasing
pressure, Amy's fingers gently rubbed at Rachel's clit as she shook
violently, moaning and gasping for breath.

After Rachel finished cumming and returned to Earth, Amy kissed her one
more time and then smiled.  When Rachel opened her eyes, Amy looked deeply
into her soul and asked if she'd enjoyed that. "Oh my God, I've never cum
that hard before," Rachel gasped.

"Glad you liked it. There's more where that came from, if you like,"
offered Amy with a flirtateous smile.

The group of teens sat in silence for a few minutes. "So, since most of us
are naked, what would you say to an agreement?" asked Andrew. "Whenever
we're in this hot tub, we'll all be naked, all week long. What do you
think?"

"I think that's a great idea, Andrew. I get the feeling we're probably
going to wind up that way anyways. How about you guys?" said Eric.

For the first time in his life, without hesitation about overthinking the
consequences, Jon agreed.

"I have to admit, I'm a little nervous about being naked in front of my
brother, guys," said Megan, "even if he is a bit of a showoff in front of
me."

"Heh... well, Megan, since you told me about you and Brianna that night, I
guess I should come clean too... I've seen you naked too. I know about the
skinny dips you and Brianna have when it's dark and Mom and Dad are
asleep. I've spied on you guys a few times," Mark admitted.

"You fink! Well, I guess I can't be too mad, seeing as I did the same
thing," Megan exclaimed.

"So we're all agreed? Naked in the hot tub?" asked Eric. Everyone nodded in
agreement.

"Great! Now, I guess it's time for us to head in, it's almost 1:00. I don't
know about you guys but I'd rather not have my mom come looking for me when
I'm dressed like this with you guys," said Andrew.

Everyone piled out of the hot tub and started toweling off. The six naked
teens, plus Megan and Adam, felt as comfortable with each other as if
they'd known each other for ten years, not ten hours. They all felt a
special bond with each other that they knew was more than just friendship -
they were now more than just friends. They were partners in crime together.

"What's everyone up to tomorrow?" asked Mark.

Six of them said they were going ashore with their families, but Adam and
Rachel said they were planning on staying aboard the ship. "Would you like
to get together tomorrow to hang out?" asked Rachel.

Adam thought that was a grand idea, and they decided to meet in the buffet
for breakfast at 10am.  Everyone else decided that they'd meet up at the
hot tub after dinner again.

"See y'all tomorrow!"


* * * * *


Well, that's the end of Chapter 2. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I
did. ;) If you want to drop me a note, drmoocow@gmail.com is where you can
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