Getting Ready For Prom
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There are two kinds of birth control pills, generally speaking.
One has three weeks of active drug in it that prevents ovulation, and
then a week of placebo pills that allow the body to have what appears
to be a menstrual period. Why this was done goes back to 1958,
when the pill was first invented, and isn't important to this
story. The other kind prevents ovulation for the entire month and
women taking them don't have periods at all.
It was this second type that Cindy was taking, so "skipping" a period
was now normal, in her mind.
The first symptom that something had changed was when Bob squeezed her
right breast while he kissed her and she jerked.
"Ow," she complained.
"What?" asked Bob.
"My breast hurts," she said. "When you squeezed it."
"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't think I squeezed it that hard."
"It's okay," she said.
But both breasts were tender after that.
Neither of them thought much about that. Bob figured it was
growing pains. He knew that some girls experienced that problem,
but didn't dig into it enough to learn that that usually happens during
early puberty, rather than at the stage Cindy was in.
It was, a month and a half after Bob unknowingly knocked his daughter
up, that she began to have morning sickness.
Even then, it didn't alert them right away. For one thing, it
didn't happen in the morning. She got nauseous at school, just
before lunch. She skipped lunch that day. The next day it
happened on the way home from school, and she told her father she might
be getting sick.
He took her temperature, which was within the normal range.
"I feel better now," she said.
Two weeks later, though, they both knew something was up.
Normally Cindy used the bathroom facilities at school once a day.
Now she had to go three times at school and her trips to the bathroom
at home increased, too. She felt tired all the time now, too.
Bob got her an appointment with her doctor.
He was sitting in the waiting room, leafing through a magazine, when
his white-faced daughter came out to tell him the news.
It was surreal, walking across the stage, wearing her purple robe and
graduation cap, hearing her name read. People were clapping and her
friends were hooting. Everything seemed normal on the
outside. But inside she knew her daddy's baby was growing in her
womb. She was taking vitamins now, which helped with the
fatigue. Her morning sickness had faded to happening only a
couple of times a week. She felt normal in most senses.
Except that she was pregnant and only she, her father, and her doctor
When she stood in front of a mirror, naked, turning this way and that,
only the fact that her abdomen wasn't board-flat anymore gave any hint
that something had changed. Even that slight swell didn't make
her look "pregnant" in her own mind.
She'd been ambivalent at first, worrying but not able to articulate
what she was worrying about. Never once did she wish she wasn't
pregnant, or think of what had happened as a terrible mistake. At
the same time she couldn't imagine being a mother, or how that would
affect her future.
There had been an awkward few nights, immediately after the doctor told
her the results of the pregnancy test he'd done. For the first
time in a year she thought about sleeping in her own bed. That
didn't feel right either, though, and she never seriously contemplated
it. Getting in bed with her father, that first night, had
resulted in one of the few times they didn't make love. They lay
there, side by side, each distracted by their own thoughts.
Bob's situation was a little different. His primary issue was
that he felt guilty. He didn't know what to say to his
lover. In a more normal coupling this might not have been such an
issue. The normal couple who experiences an unplanned pregnancy
approach it from a different perspective.
And yet, both types of couples are still faced with the same primary
decision: What do we do now?
Eventually Bob rolled to face his daughter.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"I know," she sighed.
"So you're unhappy about this?"
"I don't know. It's all so new."
"I love you," he said.
"I know that," she said. "I love you, too. More than anything."
"We'll get through this," he said.
"I know that," she replied. "I just don't know how."
Bob didn't either, to be honest. He just knew he'd do anything to
make his baby girl as happy as possible.
Then they rolled together, to cuddle naked, until both eventually fell
The second night had been easier. She'd gone to school, knowing
she was pregnant, and was amazed all day that nobody could tell.
When she got home she talked about that and then they talked about
things in general. Her due date was, as it turned out,
Thanksgiving Day that year. That meant, if she tried to go to
college, she'd be heavily gravid for most of the first semester and
then miss classes just before finals. She wasn't excited about
Eventually, though, it weighed less and less on her mind. The fact that
she didn't hate her father for doing this to her made Bob's daily
existence easier, too. Like most people faced with a difficult
situation, both adapted and tried to keep on living as normally as
In their case, that meant sleeping together.
Under these conditions, it was inevitable that, one night, Cindy lifted
her head from Bob's shoulder and said, "I'm horny."
"I'm amazed," he said, honestly.
"So you're not horny?"
"I didn't say that. I confess you make me horny on a regular basis."
"Even though I'm pregnant?"
"Sweetheart, you being pregnant doesn't have anything to do with it. I
love you and that's why I find you irresistible."
"So you are horny," she said, insisting that he answer her question.
He simply moved her hand to his penis.
Ten minutes later he was deep in her, straining to get deeper, while
her hips thrust upwards, trying to get him deeper, and the lovers had
negotiated another bump in the road of their unconventional
It wasn't the last bump in the road for this couple. Every relationship
has potholes that cause trouble on the trip. But the bond between
father and daughter was strong, which helped the bond between lovers be
strong as well.
She was four months along when she did her graduation walk and, thanks to baggy clothes and a body that somehow managed to mute, rather than announce it was with child, none of her friends knew she was pregnant. That didn't last past June, but because she wasn't in school, it wasn't a topic of general conversation among her peers. The news did get around, but to anyone who didn't actually see her, it was just information. There were comments like, "Wow, I didn't expect that!", and "I didn't think she was the type," and "Well it wasn't me! She wouldn't let me even get to second base!"
Her friends didn't abandon her, but most of them felt uncomfortable being around her because they didn't know what to say to her. Only two asked her who the father was and to both, she said, "It doesn't matter. Getting married to him is out of the question."
Eventually, as happens with many recent graduates, her social relationships fell off and she spent most of her time at home with her father.
Nobody thought that was strange. Most people thought she was probably embarrassed to be seen in public with a swollen belly. It never occurred to them that she was acting just like a young, pregnant wife, who spent most of her time with the father of her child than with people outside the family.
Cindy had a healthy eight pound boy who she fell
hopelessly in love with the second the nurse laid him on her chest. She
named him Christopher, after her paternal grandfather. His arrival
changed everything, and yet, somehow, life still seemed normal.
Such is the adaptability Mother Nature has worked into the DNA of all
Cindy would have loved nothing more than living at home acting
"married" to her father and having more of his babies. But Bob
knew there was no real future for her in that scenario. Nobody
noticed much that a teenager got pregnant out of wedlock and that her
single father took care of her in the initial months after she gave
birth. But if more babies came along people who knew she didn't
have a boyfriend or go out on dates would become suspicious if she kept
In the end Bob basically forced her to "move on" with her life.
Because he was self-employed, he had the flexibility to move. The
real estate market in a university town is always fluid so finding
someplace for them to live there was no problem. They chose a
university with a well-respected elementary education program and Cindy
became a teacher. It was a difficult four years, but she was
proud when she donned another graduation cap and gown and walked across
another stage to receive her degree.
That wasn't the only improvement in her life, though. During her
senior year she met a man and the chemistry she felt was
familiar. That was because being around him made her have some of
the same feelings she had when she was around her daddy/lover.
They talked about it in bed and Bob encouraged her to explore those
feelings. That led to Cindy going on her first date since high
His name was Paul and he was in two of her classes. They had
coffee, and then decided to study together. He had roommates, so
studying at her house was preferred. Christopher was no problem
because "Grandpa" took care of him while the students applied
themselves to their lessons.
Cindy, not having been through the emotional wringer that is the result
of multiple failed teenaged crushes, wasn't jaded about men. Paul was
delighted to be around a woman who didn't play games, was intelligent,
and had a good sense of humor. She never talked about
Christopher's father and he didn't ask any questions. Furthermore, the little boy was fun to be around and well-behaved. Eventually,
the idea of "inheriting" another man's child didn't seem like such a
big deal to the farm boy from Iowa.
Their first kiss was electric, for both of them. It happened, as
such kisses sometimes do, without being planned.
Christopher had come running to his mother for his good night hug and
kiss one night. Bob stood in the opening of the hallway that led to the
"Good night my prince," said Cindy, scooping the little boy up in a hug
that crushed him to breasts that had remained full after she stopped
breast feeding. She kissed him soundly on the lips and said, "I love
you to pieces. I hope you have only wonderful dreams." It was her
standard good night speech.
"Good night, Mommy," he piped. "I will."
Then he was off, running to Bob's arms to be carried off to bed, and
"He's a lucky boy," he said.
"Oh? And why is that?"
"I'd love to be sent to bed like that." He grinned.
Cindy said nothing and went back to reviewing the questions they
expected to be on an upcoming test.
But, when he left for the night, something made her pull him into an
embrace. She kissed him, a bit longer than she'd kissed
Christopher, and said, "Good night my other prince. I like you to
pieces. I hope you have only wonderful dreams."
He leaned back, but left his hands on her lower back.
"I don't think there will be any problems with that," he said. "They
might get a little personal. I'll just apologize for that ahead of
"Hmmmm," was all she said. She felt a familiar fluttery feeling
and knew she'd be hurrying to join her father in bed as soon as this
disturbing man left.
There was an obvious attraction between them. At the same time, there
was restraint in both of them that each recognized. On Cindy's
part, it was because she felt like she was cheating on the only lover
she'd ever had, the man she loved more than any other, with the
possible exception of her son.
His reluctance was because he, too, had a secret that bound him to his
past, one he felt like he could not discuss with this new woman in his
As a result, neither was eager to move things farther. But moving
things farther is a biological urge that cannot be suppressed forever.
There were more good night kisses. Oddly, neither thought about
going out on a date. Their relationship was based on being study
partners and friends, or perhaps extra special friends. Eventually
their feelings for each other demanded that decisions be made about the
And all this time, Cindy talked about everything with her father.
As they lay in bed together, cuddling before or after having sex, she'd
offer up something she was thinking about, or concerned about.
Bob consistently encouraged her to pursue a life that he knew would
eventually separate her from him, at least in the sense they now
enjoyed. That made it easier for Cindy to feel like she was not
cheating on him.
One example of this was on a night when she was sitting on top of Bob,
his prick firmly buried in her belly. He was lightly pinching her
nipples, which had also remained large and well-formed after
Christopher spent six months sucking on them. Bob was partly
responsible for that, too.
"He kissed me again tonight," she said, thrusting her hips languidly.
"Was it a good kiss?" asked Bob.
"Yeah. It made me tingly."
"That's good," he said.
"It made me think about doing this," she said, clenching her internal
muscles to squeeze the penis that had impregnated her.
"That's normal," he said.
"I can't imagine doing this with anyone else," she said.
"Millions of women do it every night," he responded.
"You know what I mean," she said.
"Sweetheart, you know you can't live at home your whole life."
"I know. I wish I could, though."
"Paul seems like a good guy," said Bob. He hadn't had all that
much interaction with the man on an interpersonal level.
"He is. And he likes me. I can tell."
"I can tell you like him, too."
There were other conversations like that, and they allowed Cindy to
loosen the leash on her emotions towards Paul.
Their kisses moved from being "good night" kisses to something
more. Eventually those kisses lasted for five or ten
minutes. Eventually when their studies were finished one night,
she sat on the couch and patted the seat beside her.
"Let's talk," she said.
"Talk?" He grinned.
"Among other things," she said, her face calm.
That was one of the things Paul liked about her so much. She
didn't tease or play the social games other women he knew did.
So he sat and, fifteen minutes later, as their welded lips nipped at
each other, she brought his hand to her breast. He squeezed it
once, but then sat back, breaking their embrace.
"Your father," he said.
"He's fine with this," she responded. "He and Christopher are
already in bed."
His frown remained.
"What's wrong?" she asked, sensing some turmoil in him.
"I can't," he said.
"It wouldn't be fair to you."
Something bloomed in Cindy's mind, popping into it from nowhere.
"There's another woman," she said. That made her gut clench.
"Sort of," he said, uncomfortably.
"Sort of? What does that mean?" she probed. "You and I
spend four nights a week studying. Are you dating somebody?"
"No," he said, and then bit his lip. It was almost as if he
wished he hadn't denied it.
"Just tell me," she said.
"I can't," he moaned. "You wouldn't understand."
It was Cindy's own past, with her unorthodox familial relationship that
made her say, "Perhaps I would." She didn't explain that, of
course, but that's what came out of her mouth.
"No you wouldn't," he said, firmly. "Nobody would."
"What an interesting thing to say," said Cindy, who understood that
"I should just leave," he said.
"I think you should just stay," she responded.
"Cindy, this will never work out," he groaned.
"Are you gay?"
He looked genuinely surprised.
"Of course not!" he blurted.
"Then what?" she insisted.
"If I tell you, you'll be disgusted. You'll never want to see me
"Do you have a sexually transmitted disease?" she asked.
"No, it's nothing like that." Again he seemed genuinely surprised
at the question.
"Okay," said Cindy, even more curious, now. "You may as well just tell
me. I'm not letting you leave until I find out."
"Why!" he groaned.
"Because I like you," said Cindy. "I like you a lot. I'm not ready for
you to disappear out of my life."
"If I tell you, then you'll throw me out," he said, his voice intense.
"I'm going to disappear from your life one way or another!"
"Well," said Cindy calmly, "if you're going to disappear, then at least
I'd like to know why that happened."
"You won't give up," he groaned.
"Nope. It's just the way I am."
He sat, mute. Cindy let him think, also sitting silently.
Eventually she reached to take his hand in hers, but said nothing.
The range of emotions that crossed his face were evidence of the tumult
raging through his mind, but his hand squeezed hers lightly.
Finally he sighed, looking defeated, and turned to face her.
"I have a sister," he said, softly.
When he didn't go on, Cindy said, "I know. Susan? You've mentioned her
"Yes," he said. "We're ..." He looked away. "Close."
"Okay," said Cindy.
"Very close," he said, still looking away.
Understanding blossomed in Cindy's mind. Rather than the disgust he
expected her to arrive at, she felt something like elation.
"Closer than people would approve of," she said. It was a
statement, rather than a question.
He glanced at her and the fact that her face wasn't twisted in judgment
let him turn to stare at her face.
"Yes," he said.
She made her decision in a split second. Later she would marvel at the
audacity of exposing herself to all manner of problems, and be very
thankful that those problems never materialized.
"I do understand," she said, softly. "Christopher is Daddy's baby."
The range of emotions that the young couple experienced that night
would fill a book by itself. To boil it down to its most
elemental level, the relief in sharing a secret that neither thought
they could ever share without bringing destruction down upon them was
Nothing was discussed about their personal histories then. That
would come later. Suffice it to say that their acceptance of each
other's "perversions" opened the door to allow their feelings for each
other to finally come out and play. The natural urges each had felt
before this were unleashed and, perhaps twenty minutes later, Cindy was
naked, splayed out on the couch while Paul loomed over her, equally
Cindy looked with unabashed interest at the second penis that would
penetrate her, while Paul looked at the same penis, which had never
entered any woman other than his "little" sister.
That first coupling was less than ideal. Paul was too excited to last
and Cindy liked a lot more foreplay than they had engaged in. But
accepting this man as another lover made her finally feel as if she did - or at least could -
have a future that might be, at least on the surface that others would
For that reason, when he sagged on top of her, groaning, "I'm sorry,"
she let her hands play on his back and used those internal muscles that
drove her father crazy, to milk Paul of his manly nectar.
"It's okay," she whispered, kissing his forehead.
And it was okay. His shame at his premature ejaculation made him
anxious to ensure she remembered this night as something good.
And, being young and strong, it wasn't long before his penis was firm
again. Cindy, sensing that it was "her turn" sat him on a
straight-backed chair and sank down on his firmness, instructing him to
suck her nipples while she gyrated. She'd done this enough with
her other lover that she reached an orgasm quickly, kissing Paul while
Then they rested, back on the couch, comfortable in their nudity ...
and talked about everything.
Bob's response was mixed. She told him, of course. They had no
secrets and never would.
On the one hand he was jealous that, while he slept the night before,
his baby girl's pussy was plundered by another man. On the other he
knew this was a necessary and good thing. On the one hand he was
delighted and amazed that Paul had the same kind of secret Cindy did.
On the other he was nervous about the fact that Paul would want Susan
to live with them. That had been the obvious solution to Paul and
Cindy. They'd get a house big enough for Daddy and Susan to join
them in wedded bliss. Neither could leave sister or father behind in
Assuming, of course, that father and sister were willing to live that
Father and sister, as it turned out, were willing to live that way.
It meant moving again, but both graduates would have had to do that anyway, seeking jobs, and Bob decided if that was the worst that
happened then he was a very fortunate man indeed. And it couldn't
happen right away. Paul and Cindy had to graduate first, and then
find jobs in the same town somewhere. Susan had to be brought into the
circle and Paul had no idea how she'd react to all this.
That was, in fact, the first order of business. Paul called Susan
and asked her to come visit him, something that had happened on many
other occasions. Their parents had died in a car crash when she was in
her second year of college and that had brought brother and sister even
closer together than they had been before, if that was possible.
They had leaned on each other ever since and it had already been in
their plans to live together when Susan graduated.
Susan also knew that she and her brother would never be able to express
their love for each other in any public way. She had even had
short sexual liaisons with other men, but they never satisfied her like
Paul did. And she knew Paul deserved to have a wife and children
he could claim in the normal manner. She was
ambivalent about having children herself. She couldn't imagine herself
as a mother. And she was quite happy with having Paul as her lover ...
understanding that it wasn't often enough to suit her. For those
reasons she nervously embraced Paul's new plan. Her feelings were
much like Bob's.
That would change, eventually, as would Bob's reaction to things.
It helped that Susan liked Bob and vice versa. At this point,
however, both were nervous about the unknown, while being grateful that
they could still be with the ones they loved. Even if it was a
very odd togetherness.
Part of that oddness was that, while Susan was there for a long
weekend, both she and Bob were aware that now other people knew what
they were both doing, as Paul lustily fucked his sister in his room
(his roommates thought she was his girlfriend) and Bob lovingly rodded
Cindy at their house.
Maybe it was the fact that nothing blew up in the week following her
visit, and that everything continued to be as normal as it had been
before, that caused both Bob and Susan to believe that all this might
work out. At least they were hopeful.
If they were hopeful, Paul and Cindy were certain. The first time
they hastily threw off their clothes and engaged in a torrid embrace,
each knew that the other had, just the night before, been in the arms
of another. Neither cared, and their lovemaking was almost
frantic with the joy of having found each other.
Graduation is always a relief and the feeling of "commencement" can be
palpable. In this case it was even more emotionally
charged. Cindy had found a job in a medium-sized town that had
been bigger but declined when a major manufacturing plant had been
lured to another state by tax benefits. The city fathers had decided to
take a page from that book and had been moderately successful in
getting other companies to come to town. It would be years before
things were back to "normal" but there was hope. The school
system had also suffered as the property taxes that had supported it
also took a hit and they had frozen salaries as a result. That
made them less competitive than a lot of other places, but that worked
to Paul and Cindy's advantage. They were less concerned with money than
they were with building the home they desperately wanted
together. Neither had been able to afford luxuries in the past,
so doing without them was no real burden.
Even more important, the fact that Cindy was pregnant (again) and would miss
some school wasn't a problem. The district had been using
substitute teachers for more than a year because they couldn't lure
certified teachers to town. Maternity leave wouldn't be a problem.
It helped that the cost of living was low. The real estate market was
bloated and a number of nice homes had sat for sale for more than a
year. It also helped that the nearest company that did a wide
range of computer repair business was forty miles away.
When the principal found out Cindy was married to another teacher she
was delighted. Paul was hired as the science and math
teacher. Other teachers gave them advice on which realtors they
could trust and what part of town to live in.
Three months later Susan arrived with a U-haul trailer behind her Jeep
and moved into one of the four bedrooms in the family's new house.
There was a basement, part of which Bob had turned into his
workshop. Her arrival was exciting for more than one
reason. As soon as she got out of the car Paul gave her a big hug
and kiss and then pushed back, leaving his loins in contact with hers.
"Something's different," he said, frowning.
Susan's brow also furrowed.
"You know how they say the pill is 98% effective? I guess it
turns out I'm in the other two percent. I hope you're not mad."
Paul blinked and then stepped back completely.
"Yup," she said, as calmly as she was able. She'd worried about
this all the way there.
Paul suddenly let out a rebel yell that scared both Susan and Cindy,
who was just then coming out of the house. She'd been in the shower
when Susan arrived.
It was then that Susan was brought up to date on Cindy's maternal
condition, something Paul had been worried about telling her.
Having sex with your father is one thing. Having his baby is something
else. But Susan's acceptance of her own brother's baby in her
womb made it all seem funny somehow.
Thirty minutes later Susan lay spread-eagle under her brother as he
celebrated having become a father in her, and next door Cindy rode her
father, teasing him about how, after she had his baby, she was going to
let her breasts leak milk all over his chest while they made love.
Susan was an LPN. She'd gotten her license through the board of
nursing, which was the same process her new state of residence
used. The local hospital was just as strapped for employees as
the school system was and she was welcomed with open arms, especially
since she said she wanted to further her education and become a
registered nurse. The hospital even offered tuition assistance if
she would sign an agreement to stay there for three years once she got
her degree. Maternity leave was also no problem for the hospital.
Life settled down. Both mothers-to-be became best friends, preparing
together to bring two children into the home. Christopher, who now had a surplus of adults to play with and be read to by, was excited at the idea of having a little brother and sister to do all that with, too. The fathers of
those children-to-be strutted around for a month or two and then set about
becoming coaches for the birthing process.
Sleeping arrangements were fluid. The only pairing that wasn't examined, initially was Bob with Susan. They liked each other a lot, but neither
wanted to expand their love lives at that point. There was some discussion
about pretending to be a couple, since that might have looked more
normal to the outside world. The fact that Susan was two years
younger than Cindy, though, made that option seem less "sellable," so
they decided not to try to put up that front.
As it turned out, it didn't matter. It was a small town and
within months lots of people knew that Paul and Cindy had "boarders"
living with them, and who those people were. Nobody thought it
was strange that Cindy's father lived with them and most people thought
that Susan had been invited there both to share the financial burden of
owning a home, and because the father of her child had obviously
abandoned her. That her family was willing to help her in her
time of need was admirable.
So Cindy and Paul had the master bedroom, and Susan and Bob each had
their own bedroom. The fourth bedroom was Christopher's, but would also be used as a nursery when the babies came along. Where someone slept depended mostly on
whim. Sometimes Paul would go to his sister's room and sleep
there for the night. That usually meant Bob slept with Cindy in
her marital bed. If Cindy wanted to ride her father (her favorite
position) she might take him to his room. If Paul and Susan were
in the master bedroom, she just stayed there.
They'd chosen to buy an older house both because of the price and
because they wanted more than three bedrooms. The house had been
well cared for, but only the kitchen and master bath had been updated
over the years. As a result, the only shower was in the master
bathroom. The other two bathrooms had tubs in them.
What this meant was that the dress code was extremely relaxed.
Everyone saw everybody else in various stages of dress as they went to
or from the shower. Within a month modesty was a thing of the
past. It became normal for someone who needed to take a shower to
enter the master bedroom, saying, "Sorry," while a couple was entwined
in a torrid embrace on the bed. Such "apology" was almost always
It was in this fashion that Susan got to see both Bob and her brother
lustily fucking Cindy, in a variety of positions. As Cindy's
belly grew, the men took her from behind (something Paul also did with
Susan) or Cindy sat on top of them, gyrating happily (something Susan
was beginning to like a lot more than she had in the past).
It was inevitable that, at one time or another, Susan and Bob would
come face to face while one or the other was naked, if not both.
The fact that Bob's penis saluted Susan was treated as both a
compliment and funny.
It was probably this easy familiarity with each other that created the
sexual tension that would, over a period of a little more than two
years, lead Susan and Bob to become close enough to think about being
more than just friends.
Which is why, when Cindy's son and Susan's daughter were two years old,
and each mother announced she was to be a mother again ... this time
nobody was sure of who the fathers were.
But that didn't matter. By this time they were all simply one big
family. There was no stress as everyone did their part and they
became dedicated parents and members of the community.
There was only one real problem. You can't raise children in that
kind of atmosphere without the kids soaking it all up. Of course
you want them to soak up your values and work ethic. You want them to
learn responsibility and how to set and fulfill goals. But they
soak it all up, whether you're aware of it or not.
As was established when, one day more than a decade later, Cindy
entered her fifteen-year-old son's bedroom, intending to get his hamper
and wash his clothes, and found him on top of a squirming girl, her
legs thrown wide and his adolescent erection flashing in and out of her
slippery pussy. She turned out to be Susan's sixteen-year-old daughter,
Melody, who was supposed to be getting ready to go to prom later that evening.
And it wasn't the first time they'd done this.
But that's another story entirely.
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