Date: Tue, 25 Nov 2008 17:19:01 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Second Time Around  Chapter Twenty-Nine

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Chapter Twenty-Nine:  Second Time Around


The first couple of days back home were spent getting Sean settled in and
registered for school.  I had given some thought to keeping him home for
that first week so his body could heal some more, but that wouldn't
accomplish anything.  It was going to take time for his body to heal and I
didn't want him sitting around thinking about what had happened or what
could happen because he talked.  The best thing for Sean was to get into
class and have to focus his mind on something constructive.

Bringing Sean into our home created additional concerns that I didn't share
with the boys.  While it was true that he spent almost every weekend with
us, plus school holidays, and then some, he wasn't there all the time.
Frank and Michael were accustomed to being around one another most of the
time and had a good relationship.  The three boys were good friends and I
was well aware of certain hormonal driven activities the three boys engaged
in.  With Sean now with us full-time, I didn't want his presence, and his
closeness to Michael, to drive a wedge between the brothers.  Eric was also
in the picture, too, on a part-time basis.  The boys had always played what
I called 'boy games'.  Their activities were not my concern so long as
everything was consensual; jealousy could never be consensual.

Frank and Michael had played what Kathy and I referred to as 'exploratory'
games since they were very small.  I couldn't even guess when they
discovered that rubbing or playing with themselves, or letting the other do
it, felt good.  From the time they were out of diapers both boys would
fight us tooth and nail if we tried putting clothes on them and so, we
decided to let them run free.  Frank always acted like Michael's shadow and
where Mike went, Frank followed.  What Mike did, Frank copied.  When Mike
sat down on the floor, it wasn't unusual to see Frank plop down in front of
him or in his lap.

When Sean entered the picture, there was no real disruption in the boys'
routine or habits.  I remember the first time I caught the boys doing
something.  It was Friday evening of that first week.  I had come home from
work and the house was quiet; too quiet.  The boys, all three, were in the
boys' room, sitting on the floor, examining one another.  It looked as
though they were playing hospital, or some similar kid's game, and Sean was
the patient being examined.  He seemed to enjoy the attention.  Soon, it
was Mike's turn to be the patient and Sean had a good time poking,
prodding, and fondling all of Mike's parts.  From that day on, we had three
boys running free whenever Sean visited.  A constant was that Sean's visit
always ended and it was back to the two boys.

The situation was different now.  It was no secret that Mike and Sean had
become close friends, buds, or whatever term you wanted to apply; the term
lovers had been suggested.  They engaged in sexual activities, sometimes
the two of them, sometimes all three.  With Sean around, it wasn't unusual
for Mike and Sean to be doing something without Frank.  Therein lay my
concern.  Frank was accustomed to playing with Mike.  He was accustomed to
his needs being fulfilled and reciprocating.  If Mike chose to be with
Sean, how would Frank react?

About the fourth night we were back home, after we had eaten supper and the
boys were supposed to be getting ready for bed, I was walking towards my
bedroom when I heard the boys talking.  Being a normal parent, I decided to
eavesdrop a little.  It was Sean talking.

"Man, listen, while I was in that hospital there was this dude, an orderly,
and when I'd ring the bell to let the nurse know I had ta handle some
personal business, he'd come in.  They had me all hooked up to lines
drippin' stuff in me and, besides, I hurt so bad I couldn't hardly move.  I
told the guy I needed ta pee and he just kinda smiled.  Know what I mean?"
The other boys giggled.

"How old was he?" Frank asked.

"I don't know.  I guessed in his early twenties, or so.  He wasn't much
older'n us.  Instead of handin' me the pitcher, he lifted the sheets and
went straight for my dick.  When he grabbed me, and he had a fist full,
it's a wonder I didn't spring an instant hard- on.  God, he had some warm
hands and my balls felt like they was gonna bust.  He lifted my dick and
set the lip of the pitcher under there and told me to begin when I was
ready."  Sean laughed a little now.  "I wanted to ask him what I was
supposed ta be ready for.  What I really wanted was for him ta stroke me a
few times; he could blow me if he wanted." The other two sounded like they
were rolling on the floor at this point.  "While I pissed in the cup he
kept his hand right at the base of my dick.  I swear!  He deliberately
moved his fingers over my pubes, and I thought I was gonna die.

"When I finished peein', instead of helpin' me finish what he started, he
tossed the covers over me and walked out.  There I was, layin' in bed with
a huge boner, my arms were tied to these boards so I wouldn't move 'em with
those lines in me, and every time I flexed my ass, my dick jumped against
the sheet.  It was miserable!"  It sounded as though Frank and Mike were
getting a real laugh out of Sean's misery; so was I.

"I tried humpin' the sheet, wigglin' my butt, anything, ta get some relief,
and in walks this old nurse.  I mean old!  She had gray hair tied up in a
bun on her head and wore bright red lipstick.  You ever see old ladies that
take rouge and make a circle on their cheeks?  That was her.  I jumped to
hide my boner and, when I did, it hurt so bad that I went limp instantly."

I walked away, back towards my bedroom.  The boys were practically howling,
and I had to bite my lip so they didn't hear me.  It was one of those times
when you would have given anything for a tape recorder, but was lost
forever.  When I walked out of my bedroom, headed to the family room, I
could hear the boys in their room again.  This time Sean wasn't talking.
He was making some serious moaning and whimpering sounds that suggested he
wasn't being disappointed again.  What I heard wasn't anything abnormal for
teenage boys and, as had been my practice in the past, I ignored them and
kept on with my business.

Drinking a glass of wine to help me slow down was a bad habit I had
developed in the past few weeks and I knew I needed to stop it, but not
tonight.  Two days home and things were settling down, but it just felt
good to sit in the family room, the lights out, soft music, and a small
fire in the fireplace.  I sat there leaning back with my eyes closed and
allowed my mind to go blank.  Then, I felt something shift the cushions and
something else on the heavy side lay across my lap.  I didn't have to open
my eyes to know who it was.  When my hand touched the curly hair, I knew it
was Frank.

"Hey, kiddo.  What's goin' on?"

"Nuthin'," he answered with a tone that really meant the opposite.  "I just
thought I'd come in here and let you pamper me some."

"Mmmmm.  I appreciate the opportunity.  Do you have specific pampering in
mind?"

"Not really, but you can rub my back if ya want."

I had already begun rubbing his back.  It never ceased to amaze me how soft
and silky a teen's skin felt, particularly with the contrast of hard muscle
just under the surface.  Ever since he was a little guy he liked having his
back rubbed.  This was particularly true if he was feeling bad or,
sometimes, he just wanted a little attention and to be reminded that he was
loved.  Frank just wanted some personal time.  He so rarely asked for this,
that I never denied him.

"How's school?  Are you making any new friends?"  He shrugged his
shoulders.

"School's school.  What can I say?  It's just an evil necessity."

"Yeah, I'm afraid the older you get the more of those you'll run into.
That's part of the reason I keep telling you guys to enjoy yourselves while
you're young.  You making any new friends?  I thought you wanted to try out
for the baseball team."

"I had'n made any real buds yet, had'n had time."  He rolled over in my lap
so he could look up at me.  "Tryouts aren't for another five or six weeks.
If I get on the team though, I got a problem.  Practice is always after
school.  How'll I get home?"

"How do the other boys get home?"

"Dunno.  Don't know who's on the team yet.  I know a couple guys that
played last year and they said they rode with a senior that's graduated.
They said they were tryin' out again this year and had'n figured out how ta
get home, yet."

We were quiet for two or three minutes.  He lay in my lap with his eyes
closed while I rubbed my hand lightly over his stomach and chest.  I could
tell by the way he lay and was breathing that he was relaxed.  I couldn't
resist teasing him a little and tweaked his nipples a couple of times.  He
tried to act like he didn't feel it but I caught the little smile.

"I got somethin' maybe I should tell you." Frank spoke quietly as though he
was still trying decide what and how much to tell me.

"Is this confession time?"

"Nooo," he whined, "well . . .maybe, just kinda."

He continued to lay there without saying anything.  I encouraged him by
pinching his right nipple.

"Hey! That's not fair."  Frank's complaining sounded pretty fake, more like
he was trying to avoid laughing.  "I talked to David.  I found his number
in your contacts on the computer."

"Oh, really?  Go on; this should be interesting."

"Noooo . . .don't do that.  I just asked him if he was comin' next weekend
and he said ya'll had'n really discussed it yet.  I told 'im I thought he
should come and me and Mike and Sean could get lost."  Frank paused a
moment.  "He laughed and wanted to know what I thought you'd think about
the idea.  I told him you'd think it was a pretty good idea."

"And? . . . .Why do I think you may have said a little more?"  His grin
said it all.

"I told him that me and Mike and Sean thought he was pretty hot.  I told
him I thought you did too and that Grandma thought he was a nice young man.
I had ta explain to 'im that was a big compliment from Grandma."

"And suppose I had other plans for next weekend?  What would you do then?"

"Nothin', cause I know you've been talkin' 'bout callin' 'im and had'n got
around to it yet.  I just wanted ta make sure he didn't make other plans.
I think it'd be nice to have him visit."  He looked up at me for a
reaction.

"You know, I think maybe I should just roll you over and tan your butt for
being so presumptuous."

"If you did, just think, you'd really have a hot piece of ass layin' in
your lap then."  He laughed and I really pinched his nipple.

"OW!  That hurt."  Poor baby.  He lay there while I rubbed him and I
decided to ask my questions.

"How are you, Mike and Sean working out?  Any problems?"

"No, not really.  I mean, nothin's happened that I didn't expect.  You know
how Mikey and Sean are."

"Yeah, and I know how you are too.  Should I ask what the two of them are
up to now?"  Frank just grinned.

"You want the nice answer or the truth?"  I just looked at him and he
continued.  "The nice answer is that they're getting reacquainted.  The
truth is they're fuckin' one another's brains out."  Frank fell into one of
his laughing fits.

"So, it's just been them and you're left out?"

"Well, not always.  I mean, I used ta get home from school and if I was
horny I just let Mike know and I got a nice piece; ya know?  I always
reciprocated and either let him have a piece or gave 'im a good blow.  Now,
I sometimes hafta wait for seconds or sometimes it's a three-some just like
it used ta be.  Mike's gotten ta where he really likes gettin' plugged.

"When I came out here to be with you, Sean and Mikey were . . .well, let's
just say Mike was providin' Sean with a pacifier and Sean was doin' the
same for Mikey.  It was one of those things that's better for two and
cramped with three if you're on the bed.  Do you think he and Sean will
always be together and maybe Mike'll wind up bein' Sean's . .  .you know?"

He kept looking at me trying to decide when he should stop.  I wondered how
many fathers could have this kind of conversation with their son.  They had
no idea what they were missing.  I knew that sometimes, it wouldn't hurt
for me to miss some of our conversations.

"Yes, I know and I don't know.  What I hope for is that each of you will
make the choices that make you happy.  Right now I don't say anything
unless you guys start getting a little too wild.  None of you are doing
anything that every other teenage boy on hormone overload doesn't want to
do.  My preference is to let you be open about it so I can make sure you
don't hurt yourselves or anyone else."

"We didn't figure out how lucky we were until a year or so ago.  We'd hear
guys at school talkin', 'specially after gym in the showers, and most of
'em just got ta go home and try to sneak a pud poundin'.  A lot of 'em
complained, too, 'cause they wanted ta sleep naked but their parent's would
come into their room and they were afraid they'd get caught jackin' or
someone'd see 'em naked.  It's funny when we're dressin' how many of 'em
try to keep their back to everybody.  They act like they're hidin'
somethin' nobody's ever seen or heard of before.  There was a few that
didn't have any tan lines, like us, so we knew they did some of the stuff
we do."

"Sounds like there's some interesting conversations going on in the boys'
dressing room."

"There is . . .you oughtta see what happens in the shower when the wimps
are gone and everybody decides on a big class jerkoff."

I put my hand over his mouth and didn't say anymore to him.  I thought I
had heard all the confessions I could handle for one night.  Inwardly, I
laughed because I could remember what happened in the boys' dressing room
when I was in high school.  Some things don't change.  Remaining on the
sofa with Frank across my lap, I continued to lightly rub him.  Every once
in a while he would squirm a little, particularly if I teased him by
playing with his nipples.  After a while, I thought he was too comfortable,
possibly asleep, so I lightly thumped Little Frankie.

"HEY!!" he hollered as he reached down with both hands to protect his pride
and joy.  "That wasn't a nice thing ta do.  Just for that, I think I should
be pampered some more."

"Really?  Suppose I was to tell you that I planned on getting a nice warm
shower and going to bed right now?"  He grinned like a Cheshire cat, the
little conniver.

"Sounds nice.  Let's go."  He jumped up and started pulling me by my arm.

When we got in the shower, he just stood there like I was supposed to be
his body servant.  Frank didn't often get into one of these moods and I was
well aware of what he was doing.  This was one of those times where you
just let them get away with it and cherish the memory for a long time to
come.

He did at least cooperate when I guided him under the water.  He stood with
his back to the water and leaned into me.  I spread some shower gel across
his shoulders and began rubbing his back.  Knowing he wanted the attention,
I washed his firm globes and then ran one fingernail from each hand in a
circular motion over his cheeks.  I could feel his body shudder and felt
him giggle.  After making a few circles, I let the middle finger of my
right hand slide down into his valley.  He whimpered and rose up on his
toes.  Something was also growing on the front side.

I placed a hand on each shoulder and started to push him back.  He looked
me in the eyes and pulled us back together.  He turned us and did to me
what I had just done to him.  When he finished, he stepped back and started
on my front; I wound up with the cleanest nipples in town.  We washed one
another with him working on my abdomen and chest, me working on his neck
and ears.  I never let my hand slide below his waist.  If I did, he would
have lost control.

After the shower, I dried us both off and took him to bed.  He didn't even
hint at making a move to go to his bed.  When we lay down I shifted onto my
left side; he did the same as I pulled him into me.  My left bicep became
his pillow as he reached down and held my right arm across his chest.

"Love you, kiddo.  Get some sleep."

"Love you, too," Frank whispered.  "Can I ask ya somethin'?"

Before I could answer, he turned over so he was facing me.  He had his
right arm tucked between us, his left arm around my chest, and his left leg
worked its way between my legs.  I left my eyes closed and waited for the
question.  I could feel him breathing on my neck.

"Do you really like David?  You know Mike and I like 'im; a lot."  While he
asked the question, I felt two fingers on his right hand lightly scratching
my neck.  This little twerp was trying to seduce me.  I reached for his
hand and held onto it.

"He's a nice young man," I answered.

"That's not what I mean.  I'm talkin' 'bout do you like him enough to
. . . you know, live together and all?  I mean, we just wanted you to know
that we think it'd be neat."  I moved my head back to look down at Frank.

"You know something, I think that's one of the nicest things I've ever
heard you boys say.  Frank, you have to understand that David is only a few
years older than you.  Why would he want to be stuck with an old guy like
me?"

"We figured that's what you'd say.  You don't understand.  There's
something nice about bein' able to cuddle with you.  You feel warm and
comfortable.  You know, you're pretty well preserved for somebody your
age."  That got him a solid pop on his butt.

"Hey!  I was tryin' ta be nice."

"Don't try so hard next time."

I looked at him and recognized that devilish grin and then felt it as he
decided to suckle on my right nipple.  Drawing a sharp, deep breath, I held
it.  How long had it been since I'd felt that special tingle of someone
sucking and nibbling my nipples.  He quickly moved to my neck and started
giving me a tongue bath as I reached down and grabbed two handfuls of teen
butt.  Releasing his butt, I got a firm grip on each of his biceps and
lifted him up.  I lowered him just enough for me to be able to attack his
nipples.  What a puppy!

When he had whimpered enough, I let go of one arm and reached for a leg.
Flipping him around, I located his private pacifiers.  When I wrapped a
hand around his scrotum and massaged the jewels, he whimpered and twisted.
He was also trying to grind his hips into my face.  After a little teasing
and playing, I tickled his crack a little and, when he tightened up and
tried to push up, I sucked his boyhood into my mouth.  As soon as he felt
the warmth envelope Little Frankie, he found his own pacifier.

I enjoyed laying there, tickling his butt or running a finger up and down
his crack.  A couple of times he really moaned when I squeezed his sac.  It
didn't take long for him to begin to find a rhythm of pushing in and out.
If he started getting too rough, it wasn't any problem holding his hips to
prevent him hurting me.  I rolled onto my back and pulled him on top.  We
remained in that position until we were both drained of natural juices.
When it was over, he stayed on top of me, trying to catch his breath.  When
he did, he got up and went to the bathroom.

The toilet flushed and Frank came out carrying a towel.  I lifted the
sheets for him to lay down.  He placed a knee on the bed and bent over,
kissing me on the cheek.  He whispered in my ear.

"I'm a teenager.  That was just an appetizer; I'm good for a lot more.
Can't keep up?"  With that, he was back down sucking on me.  Kids!

Coating me with saliva, he stopped sucking and just wrapped his hand around
my shaft.  He lay back down, still holding the shaft, and started kissing
and licking my neck.  It felt so good that I didn't say anything or do
anything to stop him.  I thought I was going to jump out of the bed when I
felt his tongue drive itself into my ear.  He shifted and pressed a nipple
to my lips; I nibbled, he whimpered as I took control.  He was always my
little puppy.

Frank wasn't the only one whimpering.  While I worked his nipples and
tongued bathed his stomach, he continued to work my shaft.  I realized that
I was so hard it almost hurt.  Frank shifted his position so he again lay
with his back to me.  He pulled my right hand over his nipple and I rolled
it between my thumb and first finger.  While he whined, I felt his right
leg go over the top of mine.  The next sensation was him pressing his sweet
spot against the head of my rod.  Frank wasn't the least bit embarrassed to
let me know what he wanted; I let him work for it.  He worked my head in
enough for it to stay in place.  The muscle had not snapped behind the
gland.  Grabbing my hip, he suddenly and, almost violently, forced himself
onto my shaft, taking over half at one time.

"AAAAGGHH! Gaaahhd!" he lay there panting.  "Oh fuck.  Gaaahhhd!"  He cried
out and gasped for air; I held him tightly.  He worked his way all the way
down and leaned back to me.

"That's always unreal!  It feels so good and I gotta itch only big daddy
can scratch," Frank panted out as he used is inner muscles to squeeze my
shaft. "Fuck me; ride me good.  I need it slow, hard, fast and everyway.
Just make it a long, long time."

He stretched out so every part of his body he could bring in contact with
me felt hot.  I held him and rocked slowly as I pinched and played with his
nipples.  Releasing his nipples, I let my right hand slide down and cradled
his sac.  I could feel his nuggets moving inside their warm nest.  I
squeezed gently and he whimpered.  The whimper earned him a hard thrust
causing him to throw his head back.

"Yeah, like that.  Ohhhhh, fuck.  Ride me."

He jumped and cried out.  I knew I had found his magic spot.  I stretched
his body and felt his taught abs.  He was forming a six-pack; he was
growing up.  When he threw his head back I held him tightly and nibbled his
neck and shoulders; he tasted so good, so fresh.

It was beautiful watching a young teen enjoy his body.  I did as he asked
and rode him for a long time, varying the speed and intensity of my
thrusts.  Massaging his prostate with each stroke caused him to have more
than one orgasm before I finished.  Each time his body unloaded, I relaxed
and rode him gently so he could catch his breath.  When he had his breath,
I pounded into him again to move to the next orgasm.  When I couldn't
control myself any longer, I drove into him till I climaxed.  As my body
spasmed with my orgasm, I bit into his shoulder and marked him.  He cried
and whimpered like the puppy I so loved.  When it was over, we were both
exhausted, but remained joined as we drifted off to sleep.  We had shared
something that both of us knew was very special.


                                           * * * *

The boys spent a good portion of the morning letting Frank know all the
sounds he had made for the neighbors to hear.  Frank insisted that we were
quiet and no one outside the bedroom could hear us.  That's when Sean began
repeating, verbatim, some of the things Frank had said.  The boys also
enjoyed pointing out Frank's 'branding' to him.  Frank blushed, but smiled
and took everything in good humor.  Mike and Sean almost sounded jealous,
which pleased Frank to no end.  When the boys settled down, I let them know
I thought we needed to go shopping.

Sean's room, technically, was the guest room that Mother had decorated.
The object was to make it Sean's room even if it was mostly for appearances
sake.  I wanted him to feel like he was home and not the proverbial
step-child that got whatever happened to be available.  Admittedly, I did
give some thought to hinting something to Mother to see if she would like
to take Sean shopping just as she had done Mike and Frank, but decided we
would make this a guys' thing.  I also had something else on my mind that I
needed to decide for myself.

Walking through the third department store, which was around the eighth
store following the music shop, video shop and electronic toys sold at all
the kiosks, we hit pay dirt.  Sean spotted something he really liked.  His
room was painted a neutral beige and beige carpet.  (That alone should tell
you it was not intended for a teenager.)  The bedroom suite was a dark
walnut that was my first bedroom suit after leaving home.  Sean spotted a
deep burgundy comforter.  The sheets were a bone and burgundy stripe, and
he managed to find a couple of matching throw pillows.  We added on the
shams and skirt.

Walking through one of the stores, and I had no idea which one at that
point, Sean found a really nice print of a split-window Corvette, a car I
knew to be his dream machine.  He also found a model of a split window at
one of the kiosks and appeared to be happy.  I asked him if he really
wanted that comforter, thinking it was a little formal for a teenager.
Frank said Sean's room back at his home in New York had those same colors.
We did stop one more time and picked up a pair of area rugs that contained
a touch of burgundy and other colors, but were predominantly a forest
green.

What I thought would be a quick shopping trip took most of the afternoon.
There was no way we were leaving the mall without getting something to eat
or those poor boys would pass out from malnutrition.  Locating a table in a
quiet area, I told the boys they could get the food and I would sit with
the packages.  While I sat there peacefully, I called David.

We talked a few minutes and he told me that he and Frank had talked.  I was
a little embarrassed but thought it was funny at the same time.  Turning my
back to people for a private conversation, we talked and laughed some.
After a few minutes I thought it was close to time for the boys to come
back and decided I needed to end the call.  Before ending the call, plans
were made for David to come for the following weekend.  I told him I wasn't
sure what I would do with the boys, but we would have some time for just
us.  The truth was that I would be happy just to lock us in the house and
unplug the phone.  When I closed my cell phone, I turned around to find
three shit-grinnin' teenagers stuffing their faces and laughing.

"How long have you three been sitting there?"

"Not long," Frank answered quickly, "At least, not too long.  So, when's he
comin'?"

That set off another round of teen giggles.

"Would you like for me to tan your backside, young man?" I tried to sound
indignant.

"Ooooooooo," Frank answered, "we're back to my hot little butt again."
Sean and Mike nearly fell off the bench.  I gave up and grabbed my
sandwich.

                                           * * * *

Leaving the mall, I felt good, real good.  I guess there was a little extra
bounce in my step.  The boys chattered incessantly; their chatter
intermixed with silly laughter that always sounds good coming from kids.
Of course, they never gave up on prodding me for information about David
and when he would arrive or what we discussed. When they tired of the
picking, they started discussing what David and I could do that weekend.
The boys included themselves in some things, not in others.  They didn't
know it, but I had my own plans for them.

As I drove towards the house, I stopped for a red light and spotted a shop
that reminded me there was something I wanted to get for all of us.  The
boys refocused their sinister little minds when I parked in front of a
bicycle shop.  About an hour later we had four new bikes.  The boys each
got some kind of mountain or rough terrain bike that was supposed to be
popular with the kids.  My bike was a simple ten speed street bike.  I
talked to the gentleman and let him know I didn't want the top of the line,
the middle would be good.  After all, common sense told me it wouldn't be
long before someone would bring up the subject of a driver's license and
car again.  What teen was going to ride a bike if he could get the car?
That was a no brainer.

We took the floor models and the boys didn't see a problem until we had
them outside.  They quickly realized the bikes wouldn't fit in the trunk of
the car.  There was no way anyone was going to tie four bikes on top of my
car.  I had the attendant place my bike in the trunk of the car and tie the
lid down.  He also put the floor rack and two sets of ceiling hangers for
storage in the car.

"How are we supposed to get our bikes home?"  Mike asked.

"Think about it, bro.  You know how Dad thinks."

"No way!" Mike exclaimed.  "Dad, you wouldn't."

"Wanna bet?  Follow the road about two or three miles that-a-way.  Turn
right on Mandarin Road and keep going till you get home." I smiled.  "If
you get lost and can't figure it out, use the cell.  See you at home,
guys."  At least Sean and Frank laughed.  I smiled, knowing there was no
way they would admit to getting lost.  Poor Mike.  He was going to have to
break a sweat.


End Ch Twenty-Nine.

To Be Continued

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