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This story is Copyright 2000 by Jimmy Hat (jimmy@jimmy-hat.com)
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TAKE TWO NURSES AND CALL ME IN THE MORNING
Gerald Maytag sat on the examination table with his legs hanging
over the edge, swinging back and forth. An attractive receptionist
had led him to the room and left him there, telling him someone
would be with him momentarily. Annoying as the wait was, at least
she hadn't asked him to change into one of those ugly blue gowns
that left the backside naked.
Momentarily, someone did arrive. She had frizzy blond hair, brown
eyes, and wore glossy red lipstick, but Maytag's attention was
drawn to the generous display of cleavage provided by a white
cotton lab coat at least one size too small, with its top buttons
undone, probably to allow her to breathe. A name tag to the right
of her impressive decolletage read "Biggle", but it went unread by
Maytag until she spoke.
"I'm Nurse Biggle," she said with a Carolina accent with enough
heat to smoke baby back ribs. "How ya doin' today, honey?"
"Fine," Maytag said. She was close enough to him now that he
could smell a hint of perfume, and could make out a freckle or
two on her chest.
"Well, this checkup should go just peachy, then," she replied.
"Gerald, we have a prospective employee with us today, would
you mind terribly if she assisted me?"
"No, no, not at all."
Nurse Biggle smiled radiantly. "That's mighty kind of you,
sugar."
She turned around to walk to the door. Maytag then saw her
sling-backed white high-heeled shoes, and the white hose with
backstitching that ran straight up her supple legs to the hem of
her lab coat. As she walked to the door, Maytag noted that the
hose seemed to thicken just as they reached the bottom of the lab
coat. They couldn't possibly be stockings instead of pantyhose,
Maytag though to himself. Could they?
Interrupting his musings, Nurse Biggle spoke as she opened the door.
"Gerald, this is Nurse Stanton."
Blue eyes wide with surprise and feigned innocence, Heather Stanton
entered the room. Maytag was even more surprised by Stanton's
appearance. Her long dark hair was tied atop her head and
partially hidden by a white cap decorated with a red cross. She
wore a lab coat that displayed her breasts as prominently as
Nurse Biggle's, and gathered in the middle to accentuate her slim
waist. Her legs were bare, however. White cotton socks barely
covered her ankles, and she wore simple white sneakers with a
slight rise in the heel.
"Uh, hi," was all Maytag could manage to say.
"Hello," Stanton said flatly in return.
Nurse Biggle noticed Maytag's discomfort. "Oh, honey, it's OK.
Everyone's a little nervous the first time they visit us! But don't
worry, we don't bite---at least, not hard!" She winked at Maytag.
"Nurse Stanton, could you grab the stethoscope from that cabinet behind
you?"
Stanton returned to her senses. "Certainly," she said. The wall
opposite Maytag and the exam table held a stainless steel sink, a
counter top, and above that, a set of shelves. Stanton walked over and
opened the shelves. There was hardly anything on the shelf at eye
level, but on the shelf above she spotted a pink plastic hose belonging
to a stethoscope.
Maytag watched Stanton reach for the instrument. As her arms went
above shoulder level, they lifted the white lab coat. The hemline
rose above the tops of her thighs, and Maytag caught a glimpse of
shiny white satin panties. He shifted his gaze quickly and Nurse
Biggle saw the quick slight turn of his head. Device in hand, Stanton
lowered her arms.
"Be a dear and grab the tongue depressors while you're there,
Nurse Stanton," Biggle instructed with her honey-coated Southern
drawl.
Again Stanton faced away from the patient. The tongue depressors
were on the top shelf, and she had to stand on her tip toes and
reach high above her head to grab them. The motion exposed even
more of her backside, and one could see how the elastic sides of
her satin panties had slipped along the smooth round surface of
her ass and converged toward the middle. That is, if one was
looking. Maytag wasn't.
"We have male nurses working her, too, if that would be more to
your liking, Gerald," said Nurse Biggle.
Clutching the jar of tongue depressors, Stanton looked back at
Maytag with one raised eyebrow. Maytag glanced at Stanton, then
back to Biggle. "No, this is fine," he said.
"So you're just a little shy then?" Biggle asked.
"Yeah, that's it," Maytag agreed.
"Well, don't be, love. We can't evaluate your health needs if you
aren't open with us."
"I'll try."
Stanton stood in front of Maytag, set to check his pulse. It
afforded him a point blank view of her cleavage. For instance, it
was clear that, unlike Biggle, Stanton had no freckles on her breasts.
Maytag looked back at Biggle and smiled uncomfortably.
"Something wrong, Gerald?" she asked.
Maytag shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe it would help if there
wasn't someone watching me."
"That's better," Biggle said with an approving nod. "It helps if
you're open with us. I'll be back in a jiffy."
Both Maytag and Stanton watched as she left the room. After the
door shut, Stanton slapped Maytag across the chest with the back
of her hand.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded.
"When your audio went dead I decided I needed to come in the
clinic and take a look around."
"I ditched the wire when I realized they wanted me to get changed
into this outfit," she said, gesturing at her skimpy lab coat.
"Yeah," Maytag said slowly. "That's a real nice hat you have
there."
"Very funny, Maytag. Now, what are we going to do?"
"About what?"
"About this! This is the only health clinic I've heard of that
has sperm donors pay them rather than the other way around. We're
supposed to be investigating the clinic, not each other. You'll
pardon me for not wanting to collect evidence, or anything else
for that matter, from you."
"Well, I'm sorry if I offend you," Maytag said.
"Dammit, Maytag, you know I don't mean it like that. It's
just...you know. I mean, it's not as if you were exactly
comfortable in here a few minutes ago."
"True," Maytag admitted. "So what do we do?"
Stanton scratched her head, careful not to knock her cap out of
place. "I'm supposed to fill out your chart. Let's do that and
then play it by ear."
"Make sure to drop the chart a few times. Maybe the pen every
once in a while, too."
"I'm glad to see you're enjoying this, Maytag," Stanton said.
"But you do have a point." She undid two more buttons on her lab
coat. The center clasp of her bra was in plain sight. "I might as
well look like I'm doing my job."
When Biggle returned, Stanton handed her the clipboard. Ignoring
that for a moment, Biggle fixed her gaze on Stanton's bra.
"Everything alright, Nurse Stanton?"
"Everything's fine," Stanton said coquettishly. "This just popped
open while I was working and I haven't had time to fix it yet."
"Of course, darlin'. And the patient?" Biggle glanced at the
chart.
"Seems healthy," Stanton said.
"In every way?" Biggle asked.
Stanton looked confused. Biggle stepped over to Maytag. Without
warning, the blonde nurse thrust her hand in his crotch and
fondled his package.
Biggle looked at Stanton, her tight uniform halfway undone, her
toned legs crossed one in front of the other like a trained
spokesmodel. She looked back at Maytag and moved her face by his
shoulder.
He could smell her perfume again, and felt a curly strand of hair
graze his cheek. Her warm moist breath brushed the side of his neck as
she whispered. "Are you sure you aren't gay, Gerald?"
"No, I'm straight," he whispered under his breath.
Biggle moved from his shoulder and looked him in the eye. She
considered him a moment.
"Really," Maytag insisted.
"OK, sugar. It's time you talked to the doctor."
Nurse Biggle and prospective employee Stanton left the room.
Maytag let out a long sigh, then walked over to the sink to get
himself a glass of water. The room had turned very warm, and his
mouth very dry.
Not long after that, the door opened again, and in walked a man
in gray pinstriped slacks, white button-down shirt, and blue silk
necktie, covered by a white lab coat both looser and longer than
what Biggle and Stanton were wearing.
"Hello, Gerald, I'm Doctor Havelock." The two shook hands.
"Doctor," Maytag greeted him equally.
"Gerald, Nurse Biggle said you might have been a little
uncomfortable during the exam. I apologize. But a lot of our
patients seem to like our approach, and we find it's a good way
to distinguish people with real problems. Handing out Viagra
prescriptions may be a good moneymaker, but we want to make sure
people need it. And Nurse Biggle is convinced you're a good
candidate."
Maytag nodded his head.
"So I want you to take this," Havelock said. He handed him a
small blue pill and went to the sink to fetch a cup of water.
"We'll observe your reaction to determine if we can help you with
therapy here."
"OK, Doctor." Maytag popped the pill in his mouth and washed it down.
"Someone will be in shortly to check on you." The doctor turned to
leave. "Oh, do you have any requests about who comes to look in on
you?"
"A blonde," Maytag said, in hopes of averting another meeting
with Stanton.
The doctor smiled. "Anything else? Do you have tastes in
clothing? Fishnets, leather, latex?"
"Latex?" Maytag asked. This hardly seemed a normal question to be
asked by a doctor, but this was hardly a normal clinic.
"Latex it is," said the good doctor, and walked out before Maytag
could say anything else.
Meanwhile, Nurse Biggle and trainee Stanton had seen two more
patients, and both were more openly approving of Stanton's little white
uniform. They weren't shy about watching her reach up or bend
over to grab supplies from cabinets, and they displayed fully
healthy responses to Stanton's examinations. One of them was even
cute, Stanton thought to herself.
Next, Nurse Biggle had them stop for coffee. They were just
beginning to make small talk when one of the doctors, in
pinstriped trousers and a blue tie, poked his head in on them.
"Excuse me, Nurse Biggle," he said.
"Doctor Havelock," Biggle answered. "This is Nurse Stanton, a
prospective."
"Charmed." Havelock said briefly. "Nurse Biggle, the patient in
S-4 is undergoing the p-test. Please use the latex gear and
then report the test findings to me."
"Certainly, Doctor," she answered easily.
"Thank you. Nice meeting you, Nurse Stanton."
Stanton nodded her head in response. She recognized S-4 as the room
Gerry was in, but she had no idea what the p-test or latex gear
was. "Do the room names start with 'S' because of the street level?"
"The 'S' stands for 'straight', honey. Upstairs is 'G' for
'guess-what'. Those patients really like their butter and jam
separate, if you know what I mean."
"Oh, I see" Stanton replied.
"I'm so sorry, honey, but I'm going to have to leave for a bit. Finish
your coffee and feel free to look around. I'll meet you here in about
forty-five minutes or so."
* * *
Maytag waited for the pill to take effect. Would his dick simply
swell up a bit and respond quickly to stimulus? Maybe it provoked
a spontaneous erection, an instant rush of blood to his hose and
a quick stiffening. Whatever, he was resolved not to touch it,
and instead to let the drug work on its own.
As if on cue, his thoughts were interrupted again. The door swung
open and in came Nurse Biggle. Her frizzy flaxen hair still hung
loose and her lips were painted the same shiny red, but her lab
coat was gone. In its place was a tight-fitting dress with a dull
shine, the same color green as surgical scrubs. A small white
collar ran halfway around the neck of the dress, and the white
trimmed neckline opened to a square shape that exposed the top
half of Biggle's voluminous breasts. The short dress ended high
on her thigh and confirmed Maytag's earlier suspicion: Biggle wore
thigh-high stockings. The lacy elastic tops of
the stockings bordered a small sliver of bare flesh visible
below the bottom of the dress.
"Is this more to your liking?" Biggle asked.
"You look stunning," Maytag replied.
"Why, baby, isn't that nice of you to say," She walked
slowly to the exam table and Maytag's eyes followed her as she moved.
"I heard you took a pill," she said. Her face was close to
Maytag's. He gazed at her shiny red lips.
Maytag swallowed. "That's right."
"Do you think you'll need any help when it kicks in?" Biggle
gently placed a hand on his thigh. Maytag looked down at the short
fingernails painted the same red as her lips. She leaned into
his ear and her floral perfume invaded his nose again. A slap across
the face couldn't have been stronger.
"I think it's starting to kick in now," Maytag said.
Biggle ran her hand up his thigh and to his crotch. She took hold
of his sack, and then moved to his member, quickly shifting and
turning itself over in his pants.
"I think you're right, Gerald," Nurse Biggle whispered. Maytag
felt the warm wet tip of her tongue glide over his earlobe and
into his ear.
Biggle gripped his nascent erection and gave it a short stroke.
She moved her lips over his earlobe, then kissed his temple. She
planted a soft kiss on his eyebrow, then moved down to his lips.
Maytag's cock leaped in his pants.
"I felt that," Biggle said teasingly, and looked at Maytag with
laughing
eyes.
"Good drug," Maytag said.
"The best." Biggle closed her eyes and tilted her head, pushing
her lips against Maytag's mouth. He found her bottom lip with his
and sucked hard on it before kissing her mouth fully and sliding
his tongue inside to meet hers. Maytag slid his hands over
her dress. It fit her like a second skin, and it gripped back at
his hands in the same way.
Their lips parted company, and they paused to catch their breath.
"What is this?" Maytag asked, running a thumb across the shoulder
of her dress.
"Latex, silly," Biggle answered before kissing him again.
Her fingers deftly untucked Maytag's shirt,
loosened his pants, unzipped him, and slid her hand through the
fly of his boxers. Stiff and warm, his cock pushed against one
side of his undershorts, and Biggle struggled to maneuver it
through the opening while kissing at the same time.
"Mmmmmmm," Maytag moaned quietly. He groaned again when her face
dropped from his lips down to his crotch. With one motion her mouth
enveloped his shaft. His cotton shorts brushed against her cheeks as
she sucked his cock.
Biggle moved her head out of Maytag's lap, and his cock fell out
of her mouth with a plopping sound. "I think we need to get you
out of those clothes," she said.
Maytag smiled and pulled his shirt off. Biggle purred
appreciatively and moved her painted nails through the soft curls
under his navel and then onto his chest.
"Not bad," she said.
"There's a gym where I work out," Maytag said, grinning. He kicked his
shoes off and Biggle pulled his pants away from his legs. "Aren't you
still a little too dressed?"
"Me?" Biggle asked. She ran a hand across her chest and down the
tight-fitting dress. "I thought I'd leave this on. Besides," she
added, slightly rolling up the bottom of the dress to reveal the
carefully trimmed light-colored curls of her bush, "there's
really nothing in the way."
"No, there isn't," Maytag agreed. He held out his hands to bring
her up on the exam table.
"One second," she said, heading to the cabinets.
"What?" Maytag asked.
"I'm just getting a little lube," Biggle answered.
"I'll take care of that," Maytag said.
Biggle smiled. "Alright. I believe you will." Maytag swung his legs up
to lie flat on his back. She crawled up on the table and straddled
his chest. "Yes, I believe you will."
Maytag took hold of her ass with both hands. He relished the feel
of those solid buns wrapped in smooth tight latex and kept his
hands there after he pushed her pussy up to his face and started
to lick her creamy slit. Using lube must have been a habit, Maytag
thought, because she certainly didn't need it. His tongue moved easily
between her puffy lips and inside her pink crease. Her stockinged
calves rubbed against the sides of his chest and tickled him. He moved
one hand off of her firm ass to reach down and massage her calf. Maytag
looked up as he licked her cunt and watched her chest heave as she
breathed. Biggle's tits strained against the latex, and Maytag wished
for a second set of hands.
"Ooooh, baby, that's nice," Biggle said. Maybe she gets a kinky thrill
out of wearing latex herself, Maytag thought. He imagined her carefully
covering her upper body with talc, alone in the dressing room, rolling
the dress down her body and feeling it grip her like a thousand tiny
hands. I'll bet that quickens her pulse, Maytag thought momentarily as
he continued licking her pussy. He knew that if he kept at it she was
bound to come all over him.
"That's so good, Gerald," she said.
Maytag preferred Gerry, but it was tough to complain about his
current situation. He grabbed a handful of ass, and swirled his
tongue around her rigid little clit. Maytag moved his hand
from Nurse Biggle's calf and moved his thumb over her knee, and
then his palm over the bumpy surface of her stocking tops. He
felt her thigh, which was covered with a thin film of
perspiration. The outfit had to be hot.
Biggle began to rock on his mouth, pushing her pussy down on his
tongue. Maytag knew she was reaching her peak and he tried to
match her thrusts with flicks of his tongue. He looked up and saw
her nipples had hardened and poked out against the taut green
layer of latex. He moved his free hand up to her chest to
squeeze her tits as he licked.
"Oh, Gerald! Oh, God, that's good!" Biggle took in a breath as
she said the word good, so that it sounded like "guh-hid." She
gripped his hair with her fingers and held tight as she started
to come. "So guh-hid!"
Biggle's back stiffened as her orgasm burst through her body.
Maytag moved his tongue rapidly over her button and gripped her
ass to keep her pussy firmly on his mouth. "Oh, that's guh-hid!"
When the throes of her climax finally subsided, Nurse Biggle
leaned down and planted a kiss on Maytag's lips. "You smell like
pussy," she said, giggling.
"You smell delicious," Maytag said.
"I think I'm nice and wet now."
"Are you sure?"
"Oh, I'm pretty sure. We can check, though." Biggle moved her
knees back along Maytag's sides, one after the other. When she felt his
prick she lifted herself and took his cock in her hand. Then she
sat back down on it. Her slick lips swallowed his rod, first the
pointed tip, and then the solid shaft, all the way to the base.
"Oh, Jesus!" Maytag cried out.
"Close! My first name is Jennifer."
Nurse Jennifer Biggle bounced up and down on Maytag's cock like a
pogo stick. He took hold of one buttock, one breast, and held on
for the ride. And what a ride it was. Nurse Biggle even supplied a
soundtrack.
"Oh, that cock feels so good, Gerald! Oh, Gerald! So guh-hid!"
Maytag recognized that sound. Nurse Biggle seemed to be enjoying
the ride as much as he was.
"So guh-hid!"
Biggle's bouncing went from a steady beat to something more
erratic. Maytag shifted both hands to her waist and guided her up
and down his shaft. Biggle continued to moan and then he felt her
cunt tighten on his cock. The grip released but returned again
just as hard. Maytag lost control and his upper body jerked
forward as he came.
"That's guh-hid!"
Biggle squeezed the cum from his cock as her pussy tightened with
the crests of her climax. Maytag rolled his head back and forth
in pleasure.
"Oh, Jesu---Oh, Jennifer!" he called.
Slowly the two returned to a state of calm. Maytag let go of
her waist when he could no longer concentrate. His hands rested
on her thighs, and he stroked them lightly.
"That was wonderful," Nurse Biggle said.
"You can say that again. Those pills really work."
Biggle laughed. "You mean the placebo worked?"
"That was just a placebo?" Maytag asked.
"Uh-huh."
"So I guess I'm cured."
"Oh, I don't know," she said lightly. "You should always come back for
regular check-ups."
* * *
Heather Stanton thought about wandering on the G floor and seeing
just how things worked down there but thought better of it. She
could hardly be inconspicuous dressed as she was and she didn't
want to set off any alarms. Instead she wandered around the S
floor, poking her head in here and there. Everywhere except S-4,
that is.
Room after room offered women in outrageous nurse costumes and
the male patients who loved them for it. More than once she saw
sperm samples taken by hand (at least that was what it looked
like). In one room Stanton saw the nurse costume lie crumpled
atop a blue suit on the floor, but saw no people. In another she
saw the people fucking like minks, but no sign of their clothes
(unless you counted her garter and the white fishnet stockings).
That scene was repeated in room after room, with various styles and
amounts of undergarments. It was outrageous. Amusingly enough, her
little white uniform gave her freedom to roam about. No one minded when
she walked in, and more than once she was invited to join in the
action. The temptation grew, as it seemed everyone was going at it but
her.
That's when she reached room S-7. If someone had pointed out to
Stanton that her last name started with S and had seven letters,
and this configuration represented some sort of magical number
for her, she would have laughed. Nevertheless, it was room
S-7 that attracted her. She opened the door.
There seemed to be no one in the room. She could see the
examination table, and no one was on it. There was no noise. She
was about to close the door when a voice reached her.
"Nurse?" was all he said.
"Yes?" Stanton entered the room. Around the corner stood a man, a
tall man, with dark hair covering his chest and following a trail
down to his dark curly pubic hair. At first his dick looked to be
a small stump of flesh, but that was an optical illusion. Stanton
was looking at it end on. His prick stuck straight out, as hard
and level as a diving board. When she moved a bit, its full
length came into view.
"Can I help you?" she said, knowing damn well how she wanted to
help him.
"Oh, God, yes," he said. "I've been waiting for the nurse to come
back. The doc gave me one of those Viagra pills, and now I have
this erection and the damn thing won't go away. I was just
starting to look through these drawers for some Vaseline or
something when I heard you come in."
"I'd be happy if I could help," Stanton said, honestly.
"Great," he answered. "Is there some Vaseline around?"
"What do you need that for?" Stanton asked, moving closer to him.
"Isn't it obvious?"
Stanton laughed. "Don't be silly. I can take care of this." She
dropped into a crouch position in front of him and admired his
wood. It pointed straight at her. Veins bulged out and snaked
along its length. The head swelled, a curious shade somewhere
between pink and purple. Wiry hairs radiated from the base like
some perverse lion's mane. She licked it like a popsicle.
"I see," the man said.
Stanton stopped her licking and looked up. "Will this work for you?"
She drew him completely in her mouth.
"Oh, yeah," he said. "That will work just fine." Stanton got at
least three good strokes in as he stretched out the last two
words of that statement. She slid her mouth back and forth on his
rod, moving with deliberate speed and strength, intent on
relieving him of his problem. Looking down at Stanton's tits in
her little white uniform, the man suddenly had a different idea.
"What do you say we move over to that table?"
Stanton sat back and sized him up. "Sure," she said. "If you can carry
me over there."
"Like, throw you over my shoulder, and spank your ass on the
way there?"
"Not bad," Stanton said, "but I had something else in mind."
Without taking off the lab coat, Stanton slipped her panties down
her legs and stepped out of them. He bent down to kiss her, and rested
his hands on her shoulders. Their lips locked and their tongues
tangled, and his hands moved confidently down her sides and to
her waist. His fingers found their way between her legs, and
discovered just how wet she was.
He bent at the knees and slid his large palms over her thighs. He
lifted her, pulled her body to him, and leaned back slightly.
With ample strength he took hold of her by her haunches and moved
her so that the tip of his rock-hard member hovered before her
juicy crease.
Stanton wrapped her arms around his neck. She was prepared to
hold him firm and guide him inside her, but she did not have to.
She slid over him easily. His cock filled her and it seemed as if
she would never stop sinking onto his steely rod. When her mound
finally made contact with his lower abdomen, she exhaled.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned.
Unhurried, he carried her over to the table. Each step brought a
jolt to her cunt, a fresh thrust that seemed deeper each time.
By the time they reached the table and he laid her flat on it
surface she was already approaching orgasm.
At that point he positioned his body so that his shaft slid over
her clitoris. Slick with her juices, the hard flesh glided over
her tender flesh and plunged inside her. She felt his dick along
her clit, stretching her lips, and impossibly circling her neck,
choking off the flow of air to her lungs and making her light-
headed. In and out he went, until Stanton tilted her head back,
opened her mouth wide, dug her nails into his back and reached
her climax.
"Oh, yes," he cried in celebration of his own release. "Yes!"
Stanton was beyond speech at that point.
When he slowed his thrusts and pushed his body away from hers,
Stanton was still incapable of speech.
"Thank you, Nurse," he said. "I can't tell you how much I needed
that."
"No problem," she said, with barely-renewed powers of communication.
"Just doing my job."
* * *
Still a little unsteady on her feet, Stanton moved through
the hall with one hand running along the wall. She found herself
outside S-4 just as Maytag exited the room, adjusting his
clothes.
They stood and looked at one another. Maytag cleared his throat and
straightened his posture. "Nurse Stanton," he said formally.
"Gerald," she replied, poker-faced.
Just then, Doctor Havelock turned into the hallway and almost
bumped into Maytag. "Oh, Gerald, I understand you've responded quite
well to the treatment." He winked at Maytag before continuing.
"If you just see the receptionist on the way out we can get your
billing information."
He turned his attention. "Nurse Stanton, I hope your visit went
well. Maybe we should go back to my office for an exit
interview."
Stanton and Maytag looked at one another, and then back at Dr.
Havelock.
"I hate to say this, Doctor," Stanton began, "but we haven't been
completely honest with you."
"We're with the FBI," Maytag added.
Havelock's mirthful expression faded to seriousness. "Ah," he said
quietly. "Then I suppose you'll have some questions for me to answer."
Stanton and Maytag looked at each other and grimaced.
"Actually, I just have one question," Maytag said.
"Me, too," Stanton said.
"What's that?"
"Does my health coverage cover this?" Maytag asked.
Stunned, Havelock looked at him without responding, and then glanced at
Stanton. She straightened her lab coat and adjusted her cap. "Do you
think I could keep this outfit?"
END
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