Copyright 1996 Jim Fix

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DELIVERING THE EVENING NEWS

An erotic story by Jim Fix


Delivering newspapers in a rural community is sometimes more than just 
throwing papers and collecting payments every two weeks. "Tommy will you 
drop this off at Mary’s as you go by or will you tell Sue I’ll drop over to her 
place tomorrow?" are only a few requests asked of the paper boy as he delivers 
the afternoon edition of the paper. There are benefits also, "I just baked some 
cupcakes, would you like to try one?"

I delivered a local paper in a small rural community scattered over the hills 
and valleys for a little over a year. Delivering newspapers is an education in 
itself. You get to meet all your customers and learn all the gossip floating 
around. The safest thing to do is listen and keep your mouth shut. My route 
covered about three miles in a large circular pattern that I could walk in two 
hours if I didn’t linger. I rarely finished on time for I more or less ran errands 
as I distributed my papers. My customers were country folk and most tolerated 
a late delivery for the added messenger service I conveniently provided. I had a 
few soreheads that complained but not too loudly for everyone else appreciated 
the little extras I did.

Rain, shine, sleet or snow five afternoons a week and Sunday mornings I 
walked my route, threw papers, acted as the town crier, and ran errands. 
There was no paper on Saturdays and that was my day off or a day to do chores 
to earn a little extra money. We were all poor financially but not in need or 
poverty stricken. Everyone shared the little extras so if one family needed a 
lawn mower they would borrow one from a neighbor and that neighbor would 
probably borrow this or that in return. Mom and Dad could not afford to give 
me much more than clothes, room, and board so I made my spending money 
from my paper route and chores. At times my earnings were a significant part 
of the family budget.

A young widow bought a small place of about five acres close to the end of my 
route and became my newest customer. Anne usually met me as I came by with 
her paper and we would stand at her gate and talk for a few minutes as I gave 
her the latest gossip or local news. She kept to herself and didn’t socialize with 
the other women much so I guess my stops were a break in her solitary days. 

Almost every weekday I would spend a few minutes talking with her and we 
soon became friends. I enjoyed our conversations so much that I adjusted my 
route so she was my last customer and if I lingered a little longer than usual it 
only made me late getting home. Mom was used to the vagaries of my route 
and never worried or complained if I was a little late for dinner.

Most young boys develop crushes on an older woman and Anne was my older 
woman in spades. She was short, barely more than five feet tall, had a nice 
figure with just enough padding to give her a soft appearance. She had dark 
brown hair, and hazel eyes. She was pleasant to talk with and always had a 
smile for me. Anne would never be a raving beauty but when you got to know 
her the whole package was very attractive. She became the star of my erotic 
fantasies.

I gathered from our conversations that Anne had married her childhood 
sweetheart right after she graduated high school. He had decided to join the 
Army after losing his job and had been shipped off to a place called Korea 
within months. She had kissed her husband goodbye and three months later 
the Department of Defense had sent her a telegram that all service wives have 
nightmares over, she was a widow.

Alone and with few job skills Anne had cast about for something to do. As a 
teenager she had made handicrafts to sell and she found a ready market in the 
tourist shops on the highway that led to our local attraction, a National Park. 
Tired of the city and wanting to live close to her market she had found this 
house and fell in love with it.

One cold windy Sunday morning Anne opened her front door just as I was 
putting her paper behind the screen so it wouldn’t blow away. She seemed 
surprised to find someone on her front porch and she had certainly startled me. 
She laughed at our situation and invited me in to get warm and have a hot 
chocolate with her. After miles of walking in the cold wind I accepted 
gratefully.

Her house was neat and well organized with all the little extra touches that 
gave the impression that whoever lived here liked pleasant surroundings. I 
followed her to the kitchen where she handed me a cup filled with chocolate. 
Then she led me to her workroom where we sat at her worktable.

There were little puppets stacked in piles on one side of the table and bits and 
pieces that would become puppets in organized piles on the other. As we drank 
our chocolate she showed me how she assembled them and asked me if I would 
like to try to make one. After a few clumsy mistakes which amused Anne she 
came over to my side of the table and stood behind me. She leaned over and 
guided my hands as I put the pieces together. I am usually pretty quick to 
learn a mechanical skill but two soft breasts pressing lightly into my back and 
her hair tickling my cheek were distractions that reduced my hands to a bunch 
of thumbs. I finally got it right despite my divided attention and put one 
together. 

Anne returned to her stool on the other side and gave me a dazzling smile as 
she sat down. We spent the morning talking and assembling puppets. Without 
the distraction of Anne leaning against me I soon came close to matching her 
speed and her compliments drove me to try even harder. We talked and worked 
until it was time for me to go home for lunch. I excused myself and as I got 
ready to leave Anne gave me the first puppet I had made as a gift for my little 
sister. Before I could turn to go out the door she gave me a little hug and 
thanked me for my help.

As I walked home in the cold I thought about the morning I had spent with 
Anne. She was my first adult friend and I had enjoyed myself immensely in her 
company. I liked talking with her and I liked being around her. Anne wasn’t 
critical of me as my family was many times. I could relax and not worry about 
hearing "Tommy tuck your shirt in or Tommy sit up, don’t sprawl around the 
house." Anne seemed interested in me not how I was dressed or what position I 
was sitting. The warm softness of her breasts against my back and the hug as 
she thanked me stirred me as only a thirteen year old can be. Anne didn’t know 
it yet but she had a faithful admirer in me.

After lunch I played with my little sister for awhile until she got tired and took 
a nap. TV hadn’t penetrated the our area yet so that was not an option. I loved 
to read and kept at least one book checked out of the school library. I was 
currently working on "Two Years before the Mast". I settled down with my 
book and whiled away a cold boring Sunday afternoon sailing up and down the 
coast of California with Dana or dreaming about Anne.

The following week there were subtle changes to our afternoon talks at her 
gate. Anne always seemed to stand close to me often touching me in a friendly 
manner to emphasize a point as she talked. It was only a little pat on the 
shoulder or a hand laid atop mine but the atmosphere between us was 
definitely warmer. My afternoon meetings with Anne became the high point of 
my day and I would hurry through my deliveries to get to her house and spend 
as much time as possible near her. By Friday afternoon I was completely 
moonstruck.

Friday we stood and talked about whatever subject that came to mind. I 
remember Anne resting her hand on the top of the gatepost and after the 
closeness we had enjoyed this week it only seemed natural to put my hand atop 
hers as we talked. She looked me directly in the eyes and gave me a warm 
smile making no effort to withdraw her hand. After a moment I removed my 
hand and when I did she took both my hands in hers and said, "I have to go in 
now but if you would like to have a coffee or hot chocolate to warm up Sunday 
morning knock when you drop my paper off, OK." and gave both my hands a 
little squeeze.

"Thanks, I’d like that very much."

Anne gave me a quick little peck on the cheek before she turned and walked 
back to her house. I walked home in a daze. I might be a naïve thirteen year 
old but something improbable was happening. She hadn’t done anything that 
could be considered suggestive; so far she had only made friendly gestures but 
when I arranged them in my mind there was a progression of one little thing 
leading to another, each a little more intimate than the last. I hoped my 
deductions were correct, getting seduced by a pretty woman was at the top of 
my wish list; right up there with a new bicycle.

The time seemed interminable until Sunday morning but finally it came. I 
bounced out of bed early and hurried to pick up my papers. I was so early I had 
to wait a few minutes before the truck came by and dropped my bundle. The 
driver and I joked about the size of the Sunday paper and how heavy my paper 
bag would be to carry.

Sunday’s papers are the most difficult to deliver; they are too big and heavy to 
roll and throw. Monday through Friday’s papers are small enough to roll up 
and tuck so they make a nice package to throw as you walk. On Sunday I have 
to put every paper at the customer’s front door. I fumed about every extra 
minute it took me to drop off each paper. I wanted to get to Anne’s as quickly 
as possible and begrudged the time wasted with extra steps.

My thoughts naturally strayed to sex and I imagined scenarios where Anne 
and I jumped in bed. Just past puberty, I was aroused most of the time and this 
morning was no different. In all my fantasies we had very little foreplay, we 
just seemed to fall in bed together. With no experience I had no concept of the 
subtle interplay between a man and a woman and I never considered that I 
might have read Anne’s signals wrong.

At long last I was at Anne’s front door and when I knocked it was a moment or 
two before she answered. When she opened the door she greeted me dressed in 
a robe that looked like white satin. Her hair was done up in a ponytail and she 
was wearing just a touch of makeup. I had never seen her look like this before. 
She really looked like a pretty teenager and not a widow past twenty. When I 
stepped through the door she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and led me to 
the kitchen. 

Anne poured two cups of coffee and sat just around the corner of the table from 
me. I had a partial front view of her and I could just see the swell of one breast 
through the top of her robe. I tried unsuccessfully not to stare at her breast and 
I know she saw me looking once or twice but she ignored my inability to keep 
my eyes off her cleavage.

We talked about my school and her craft business for a short while and she 
asked me questions about my grades and girlfriends. She seemed happy that I 
had a B average and commiserated with me about my lack of a girlfriend. After 
a short pause in the conversation she asked, "Are you hungry, I haven’t had 
breakfast yet and I’d love to have you join me?"

"I’m starved, I didn’t have breakfast before I started my route this morning.", I 
replied.

"I’ll have to do something about that. How about sausage, scrambled eggs, and 
toast?"

"Sounds great Miss Anne."

"Do me a favor Tommy, please don’t call me Miss Anne. Anne will do fine, 
that’s what all my friends call me."

"OK . . . . Anne."

She busied herself at the stove and soon the delicious smell of sausages cooking 
drifted across the room. I watched her as she prepared our breakfast and was 
given a particularly good view down the front of her robe as she set our places 
at the table. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Other than pictures this was the best 
view I had ever had of a woman’s breasts. 

What was wrong with me? I couldn’t take my eyes off her and if I had to stand 
up at this moment I would be terribly embarrassed. I had to sit with my legs 
crossed to keep the lump in my pants from showing. I was not wise in the ways 
of women and I was shy around girls at school. Anne was driving me crazy 
with the little peeks I had gotten of her body. Once she was back lighted by the 
sun through a window and I could clearly see the outline of her legs through 
the material of her robe. As a sex starved teenager I was rapidly approaching 
overload. She walked around the kitchen as she prepared our meal seemingly 
oblivious to my staring at her and what she was doing to me.

At last she put the food on the table and we began to eat. I don’t remember the 
taste of anything, I just shoveled food in my mouth and sneaked peeks at her 
as she ate. She caught my eye once or twice and only smiled. We ate the entire 
meal in silence except for a pass the salt or pass the . . . . whatever. I noticed 
that Anne seemed as tense as I was. Something was bothering her and she 
appeared to be on the verge of saying something but didn’t know how to start. 
Time dragged and it seemed like forever before we finished eating and Anne 
cleared the table. She poured fresh coffee before she sat down and turned her 
chair to face me.

"Tommy, I’m sorry. I’m not very good at this.", she said and then fell silent.

My legs had fallen asleep and when I uncrossed them my condition became 
evident. The front of my pants had a lump from my tortured erection. As the 
circulation returned it began to throb and pulse with my heartbeat. There was 
no way Anne could help but notice it and I turned redder and redder with 
embarrassment as each silent second ticked by. I could see her looking at my 
pants just as I had looked at her breasts earlier. She wet her lips and that 
simple act drove me to even greater heights of arousal.

Anne appeared to have come to a decision and asked, "Tommy, do you like me?"

"Y yes.", I managed to stammer.

"Can you keep a secret?"

Afraid to speak; I nodded my answer.

"I like you too. I’ve liked you since I first met you. You are the only person who 
took the time to talk with me and relieve my loneliness when I first moved 
here. I know that you work most of the time when other boys are playing so 
you must be lonely too. Do you have any close friends?"

"Other than you, I don’t get a chance to spend much time with anyone except 
my family.", I managed to say.

Would you like to become my special friend Tommy?"

"Yes."

"Do you know what I am talking about?"

"I I think so."

She looked directly at the lump in my pants and smiled as she said, "I’m sure 
you do. . . . Would you like to have me as your girlfriend?"

The house seemed too warm and I began to sweat. I was afraid, not of Anne but 
afraid that my inexperience would embarrass both of us. What was I to do and 
what could I say? I screwed up my courage and plunged ahead with whatever 
words I could force out of my mouth, "I I’ve never had a girlfriend before. I 
don’t know what to do. C could you show me?", I managed to stammer out.

A tender smile lit Anne’s face as she stood and took my hands in hers pulling 
me to my feet. She put her arms around me and molded her body to mine. "My 
sweet Tommy.", she whispered as her lips found mine.

My senses were overwhelmed. Warm wet lips were pressed against mine, soft 
breasts were pressed against my chest, and my erection was probing at Anne’s 
soft nether parts. There were so many new sensations I could only concentrate 
on them one at a time. Everything was new and wonderful in my changed 
world.

Anne came up for air and whispered, "I’ll show you everything and more lover. 
Are you ready?"

"Yes.", I said as she pulled me close and kissed me again.

She led me to her bedroom and slowly undressed me. When she took of my 
shirt she kissed me on both nipples. I had no idea before that they were so 
sensitive, her lips sent little shocks through my body. Next she had me sit on 
the bed and she removed my shoes and socks. I lay back on the bed with my 
legs dangling over the side. Anne undid my belt and pants then pulled them 
down and off. Next she removed my shorts and when she pulled them off my 
feet she began to massage my feet and worked back up my legs stopping short 
of my groin.

"What strong legs you have.", she remarked and stepped back from the bed. I 
watched her untie the belt on her robe and remove it. Underneath she was 
wearing a thin nightgown that hid nothing and ended short of her knees. She 
did a little pirouette and the gown flared out above her hips. As she spun 
around I got only a flash of a little triangle of hair between her thighs. She 
stopped with her back to me and removed her gown. She slowly turned around 
and I got my first look a completely naked woman. She was all soft curves 
everywhere; thinner than plump but heavier than a model or a dancer. Her 
breasts were the size of half grapefruits with nipples the size of a fingertip 
surrounded by quarter sized aureoles. In my thirteen year old eyes she was 
magnificent. 

"Like what you see?", she asked.

There was a huge lump in my throat and I could only nod.

She laughed and joined me on the bed. We lay side by side and embraced with 
an endless kiss. Her mouth opened on mine and her tongue parted my lips and 
explored my mouth. At first I was slightly repelled but after a second I began to 
enjoy the feeling of her slippery tongue and mimicked her by pressing my 
tongue into her mouth. As our tongues dueled I could feel my erection pressing 
against the soft mound between her legs. I began to position my hips until I 
could press my penis against the wetness I could feel between her legs.

Anne grasped my erection in one hand and rolled on her back. "I see the little 
soldier wants to do battle.", she laughed, "First we had better get the battlefield 
ready."

She took my hand and guided it to her sex. She let me explore the warm soft 
wetness between her legs to my heart’s content. Then she put my fingers on 
the little bump at the top and guided my hand until I could massage it 
properly. Next she put a nipple in my mouth and had me suck it gently. I soon 
got the idea and as I played with her she let her hands roam over my body 
touching, tickling, and pinching in spots that I never knew could bring such 
excitement. It wasn’t long until she was making thrusting motions with her 
hips each time I moved my hand and I timed my movement to hers.

She pushed me away and rolled me on my back with surprising strength. She 
stood on her knees astride me and took my little soldier in her hand. Carefully 
she put his little helmet against the lips of her sex and slowly began to press 
down. Just as the head disappeared there was some resistance and she stopped 
her downward pressure and raised up slightly. When she renewed her 
downward pressure I slipped a little deeper inside her. Continuing with the up 
and down strokes  my penis slipped ever deeper inside until it disappeared, 
completely enveloped in her sex. The first sensation I noticed was how 
wonderfully warm Anne was inside. I could feel little contractions grip and 
release me that sent shudders through my body. Nothing in my short life had 
prepared me for this experience. This was beyond pleasure, this was heaven.

Anne began to move her hips back and forth grinding her pubic mound into 
mine. The rubbery slipperiness around my penis began to start a tickling 
sensation. As she continued to move with increased frequency I matched her 
movements with thrusts of my own and the tickling became waves of pleasure 
that radiated from my penis to the far reaches of my body. Each wave was 
more intense than the last and when it became almost unbearable I began to 
spray semen with each contracting wave deep inside Anne’s body. She 
responded with strong contractions of her own which only intensified mine. I 
couldn’t stop spurting semen and she rocked back and forth with increased 
violence until she had one overpoweringly strong contraction followed by a 
scream of, "OH YESSSSS!", and collapsed on my chest.

We lay still and hugged each other close in the never-never world of afterglow. 
Anne lay atop me completely relaxed; her rapid breathing her only movement. 
Feelings of tenderness washed over me like a warm wave. I wrapped my arms 
around her in a protective embrace as emotions I had never known before 
possessed me. Anne had become the center of my world.

"I love you Anne.", I whispered in her ear.

"I love you too.", she replied and kissed me to seal the bargain.

There seemed to be nothing else to say, we had said it all in four words each. 
One of us would kiss the other when the mood struck and I enjoyed all the new 
sensations Anne had introduced. I was still deep inside her sex and I could feel 
little twitches every few seconds. She was very wet from my semen and I could 
feel our mingled love fluids tickle as they ran down my scrotum and dripped on 
the sheets. A slightly fishy, marine odor hung about us that I found very 
exciting. It wasn’t very long until I was fully aroused again and my penis was 
throbbing with every heartbeat.

"Someone’s awake again, I can feel him knocking on my front door.", Anne said 
giggling like a teenage girl.

I could lay still no longed and started moving with a rhythm as old as love and 
soon Anne matched me thrust for thrust. As our passion mounted we 
hammered at each other’s loins with the violence of gladiators locked in a 
death struggle. How could something so loving be so violent? Little soldier and 
battlefield were Anne’s words and apt they were. Wave upon wave my passion 
ascended until, totally mindless, I exploded with an orgasm only to be followed 
by Anne’s violent contractions and animal noises deep in her throat seconds 
later as she followed me into blissful release.

We lay in each other’s arms totally spent. Neither of us had the energy to move 
and we lay in an inert heap gasping for air as if we had ran a marathon. Long 
minutes passed before our breathing became more controlled and we were 
aware of our surroundings. One of Anne’s contractions spit my flaccid little 
soldier out into the cold world. She rolled off me and lay close beside me with 
one leg laying intimately across my hips. I could feel her wet, sticky sex 
pressed against my hip and her soft breasts against my side. I could stay this 
way forever as I cradled her head on my shoulder.

"Tommy, we have to talk.", she said as she traced patterns on my stomach with 
her fingertips. "I have done a terrible thing. I used our friendship and violated 
your trust to seduce you. Can you forgive me?"

Why would I forgive her for sharing the most wonderful thing I had ever had? 
How did she violate my trust? Was she thinking about my age? That had to be 
it and a little flash of anger ran through me. Realizing that my whole 
relationship with Anne rested on what I said in reply to her question I 
controlled my temper. I didn’t want this to end just when we had gotten started 
and I did some grown-up thinking before I opened my mouth.

I hugged her even tighter and said, "There’s nothing to forgive, I really meant 
it when I said I loved you. I knew what was happening and if I didn’t want it to 
happen I could have stayed away this morning. I loved you before and I love 
you even more now. . . . Did you mean it when you said you loved me?"

Seconds ticked by on a long heavy silence before Anne spoke again. I waited 
with a dread that she would dismiss my poor words and never share her love 
with me again. What would I do without her. We had made love only this 
morning but it seemed as if this brief time had been forever. I couldn’t stand to 
see her or be around her without sharing my passion with her.

"Tommy, I do love you and I want to be with you like this whenever possible. 
It’s not me that I worry about, it’s you. I’ve taken your innocence away for a 
few moments of pleasure. That was selfish of me and there are other 
considerations. What if others found out about us?"

"My innocence disappeared after I met you Anne. Something like this morning 
has been in my dreams for a long time. What’s the difference between thinking 
about doing a thing and actually doing it? I don’t know how would other people 
could find out about us? Would you gossip about this morning? Would I get up 
and run down the road naked shouting out the news that I am no longer a 
virgin little boy?"

I could feel her trembling as I finished talking and the trembles became a 
violent shaking. When I looked at her I could see laughter all over her face. She 
was trying not to laugh and fighting a losing battle. Anne’s laughter escaped 
control and echoed around the bedroom. I could think of nothing funny in my 
remarks but she was laughing uncontrollably. What had I said and was she 
laughing at me?

After some little time she gained enough control to talk between outbursts and 
said, "Tommy, I’m sorry but I can’t help myself. I can just picture you running 
down the road with your little soldier swinging between your legs shouting for 
all to hear, ‘I’m not a virgin anymore!’."

As the image sunk in and I pictured it in my mind I joined her in helpless 
laughter. 

When we regained our composure Anne said, "Thanks Tommy. I was feeling 
guilty a moment ago but after what you said and a good laugh to put things in 
perspective I feel much better."

"All I know is I just want to be with you like this always."

"Always is a long time Tommy, let’s just let it happen day by day. Speaking of 
time, you had better hurry or you will be late getting home. Can you come back 
after lunch?"

"I hitch a ride into town sometimes to see a movie, I’ll tell Mom I’m going to 
town and then I won’t have to be home until nine. Will that be OK?"

"That’ll be great, now hurry and don’t be late for lunch."

I jumped out of bed and got dressed. Anne put on her robe and followed me to 
the door. We kissed goodbye and she said, "Hurry back love." All the way home 
I wore the biggest smile ever.

After lunch I told my Mom that I was going into town and meet some 
classmates. I mentioned that I might go to the movies and I would be home by 
bedtime. She readily agreed and I set off walking toward the main highway. 
Times were simpler then and hitching a ride was an acceptable way to get 
around.

Anne’s house was isolated from the rest of our community by a grove of trees. 
Her nearest neighbor lived about 300 yards away around a bend in the road. It 
was easy for me to walk to her house unseen and under the circumstances I 
thought it best. When I was out of sight of my house I turned into the grove 
and shortly arrived at Anne’s front door. 

She admitted me on my first knock and after closing the door gave me the 
warmest kiss I had ever received. My arousal was instant and complete. Anne 
noticed my condition and pressed her body against mine in response. We had 
only been separated for a couple of hours but our need for each other belied the 
short parting.

"I know what’s on your mind.", she said, "Let’s take a shower together and 
afterward who knows what might happen?"

I followed her to the bedroom and we undressed. I was still a little bashful 
about being naked in front of Anne but she kindly paid me no notice. When we 
were naked she embraced me again and the total skin to skin contact and her 
wiry pubic hair pressing against my erection almost drove me over the edge. 
We were both becoming aroused and my erection throbbed against her 
softness. "Let’s shower first.", she said as she broke away from me and ran to 
the bathroom.

We held each other close as the hot shower cascaded over us. Until now, 
showers had been just hygienic, with Anne it was a totally new experience. 

We hugged and kissed and pinched and giggled and did all manner of playful 
things as the hot water streamed over us. Anne pushed me away and began to 
scrub me down from head to toe. She got on her knees and carefully washed my 
erect penis. She kissed it on the tip and called it her lovely little soldier.

"I know just what my little soldier needs.", she said.

I was surprised to see Anne take my penis in her mouth and begin to do 
wonderful things. My orgasm came all too quickly. When I looked down Anne 
had semen all over her face. She smiled up at me, put her cheek against my 
tummy and hugged me. She stood and kissed me as she pressed her whole body 
close to mine. I could feel her coarse pubic hair brush against me and taste salt 
on her lips. I thought I should be revolted; her mouth had just been on my 
penis and she had the salty taste of my semen on her lips but instead, I found 
it strangely erotic. Anne had acted as if it was perfectly ordinary. What did I 
know about sex? A throbbing announced another erection and I could feel the 
little soldier pressing against Anne.

"Will you wash my back?" she asked as she released me and stepped back.

I began soaping her down just as she had done for me. I spent an inordinate 
amount of time with her breasts; sometimes washing and sometimes kissing 
the nipples. When I finished her top half I got to my knees and washed her legs 
and feet. I gently washed her pubic area and labia. After she had rinsed she 
hugged my head to her tummy. I wondered what it would be like to kiss her 
sex as she had for me. I had heard boy talk about oral sex and I had just 
experienced half of it. Why not try the other half? The kiss we had shared 
spiced by the taste of my semen had stirred me, perhaps this would also. I 
moved down and was rewarded with a mouthful of hair. Anne gently pulled my 
head away and sat on the edge of the tub. She spread her legs wide and gently 
pushed my head down again. This time the hair was not a bother. I repeated 
with my tongue what I had done earlier today with my fingers and Anne 
immediately reacted. I continued moving my tongue and felt something stiffen 
under it. The taste was not unpleasant and after awhile I began to enjoy what I 
was doing. The rubbery texture and slightly raw taste on my tongue was erotic 
indeed. Her thrusts with her hips invited me to explore deeper and deeper with 
my tongue. I continued my ministrations and was almost smothered when 
Anne crushed my face into her as she reached orgasm.

"Where did you learn to do that?" she asked.

"From you, if you could do it for me then I figured I could do it for you. Did you 
like it?"

"Like it, you drove me crazy, I loved it! I can see we are going to have lots of 
fun together. Let’s dry off and go to bed."

Moments later we were snuggled together in bed warming each other after the 
damp, chilling walk from the shower to the bedroom. Only our heads peeked 
out of the comforter as we settled in comfortable positions that allowed the 
most intimate contact.

Anne kissed me long and tenderly before she settled back on the pillow and 
began to talk about us. "Tommy, please don’t get angry at what I have to say, 
what we have done today is considered wrong by the whole community and 
must remain secret. I’m sure you understand this and I don’t need to say more. 
This morning I felt guilty about what we had done but after thinking about 
what you said I can see that you are more adult about this than I gave you 
credit. When I said I loved you I meant it and I meant it as a woman loves a 
man. When I first realized I had these feelings for you I fought them with all 
the willpower I could muster but in the end my emotions won. Good sense said 
that I should not have these feeling for a thirteen year old but somehow I’ve 
never pictured you as a boy; only as Tommy, someone I love very much. What 
we are doing is dangerous and can lead to disaster for both of us. We can stop 
right now and avoid the all the problems our kind of relationship imposes or we 
can accept the risks, take precautions to ensure secrecy, and let love lead us 
where it will. You have to make a decision. We can have today as an interlude 
that was fun or we can have a more permanent intimacy with all the attendant 
risks. What do you want?"

I wasn’t prepared for Anne’s speech. She was proposing a permanent 
relationship of love and loyalty. Was I ready for that? I found it hard to think 
while lying in a warm snug bed with a naked woman beside to me. Perhaps it 
was the best way. It was simple really, did I want to continue to have the 
intimacy that I had right now or did I want to get out of this bed and never 
come back to it again? Terrible choice to have to make if I didn’t know my mind 
but easy if I did. 

Until today all my thinking and fantasizing had been how to get in bed with 
Anne. I had never thought about what happened afterward, I had never 
considered that there would be an afterward. Reality has a way of rubbing your 
nose in your own shortsightedness. She had given me a choice; one day’s fun or 
all the time we could make together. I had turned a corner and I couldn’t go 
back to what I was last week. Yesterday I could have been happy just having 
Anne’s company but after what had happened today I either had to have all 
she could give me or nothing. We could never be just friends again, we had to 
be friends and lovers or part company.

I didn’t have the words to tell her what was on my mind so I hugged her close 
and simply said, "I love you Anne."

"And I love you too Tommy.", she said and we melted together with a warm 
kiss.

I cannot describe that afternoon except to say that for me it was a time of 
discovery. Anne was a gentle, loving teacher and I was her "Lolita", for lack of 
a masculine term. She had few inhibitions and taught me love was an art. I 
had no experience and followed her lead down whatever path she chose to take. 
I was and have remained her willing student.

When I could stand and deliver no more Anne suggested dinner. We got out of 
bed and she rummaged around and found a robe that almost fit me. We sat in 
the kitchen and had coffee together before she began to cook. 

With my sexual appetites satisfied completely, I found I liked Anne for other 
reasons also. She had a wonderful sense of humor and when I responded with a 
semi-witty reply her laughter was genuine and infectious. It was fun to just 
talk with her. I loved to watch her move around her kitchen. She was graceful 
and sparing of motion as she did commonplace things. Watching her prepare a 
meal was like watching the ballet. Little did I realize that I had reached for the 
brass ring and found gold.

We ate dinner quickly and afterward I helped Anne with the dishes and 
cleanup. When order had been restored to her kitchen we sat at the table 
drinking coffee.

"Tommy, you just can’t be coming to my house and staying for hours without 
someone stirring up trouble. We could get away with it for a little while but 
eventually we’d be in for some serious gossip. Your parents couldn’t ignore the 
gossip and soon we’d have to stop seeing each other. We need a good reason to 
spend a lot of time together, something that met everyone’s approval. Do you 
agree?"

"I can see what you mean. I could do chores for you but it wouldn’t be long until 
you had to run out of chores."

"That’s right but you just gave me an idea. What if I didn’t run out of chores for 
you to do? Would you be willing to work part time, after school and weekends, 
if I could find something that we could do together?"

"That sounds great. What would I have to do?"

"A distributor wants me to make puppets for them in quantity. I have been 
thinking about it for a while but without help I couldn’t pull it off. If you are 
willing we could contract to make the puppets and have an excellent reason to 
be together whenever we wanted. It will be a lot of work for both of us but we 
could be together and make some money besides."

"What about my paper route?"

"You should keep your papers, this could fall apart and then where would you 
be? Tomorrow morning I’ll go to town and see if they still want me to make the 
puppets. If they do I’ll take the contract and order the materials we’ll need. I’ll 
talk with your Mom and get her permission for you to work with me. I’ll tell 
her that we talked about this last week and you agreed to work if she 
approved."

"Let’s do it. I’m sure that Mom will agree and Dad will go along with whatever 
she decides."

"OK lover, let’s figure out how much it will cost us to make the puppets and 
what we want to charge the distributor. How good are you at math?"

We spent most of the rest of the evening putting numbers together. I kept 
books on my paper route but this was several orders of magnitude greater. We 
figured our cost per thousand and hoped for a contract of two thousand. From 
past experience Anne figured we could make a thousand a week comfortably 
with Sundays off. The numbers checked and now all we had to do was get a 
contract.

We had a brief interlude in the bedroom as I changed into my clothes and I left 
for home. The strange part was I had spent a whole day of sex and I walked 
home with an erection. When I arrived I went straight to bed and fell asleep to 
wonderful dreams of warm silky skin and hot slippery flesh.

I almost ran home from the school bus Monday afternoon hoping against hope 
that Anne had gotten the contract and talked to Mom. Something was up for 
when I walked in Mom was waiting for me.

"A nice lady named Anne stopped by this afternoon and had a little talk with 
me.", Mom said.

"Oh."

"Yes, she asked if you could work for her part time. Did you tell her you 
would?"

"I told her I would if she got your permission Mom."

"It sounds like a very good job and if you want, take it. I have only two rules for 
you, keep your grades up in school and be home by bedtime. Anne said you 
could have dinner at her house when you worked and that she would see that 
you did your homework so you could start work when you finished your papers. 
If that’s OK with you get out of here and get to work.", Mom said with a laugh. 
"Good luck." Followed me out the door.

I hurried through my route and arrived at Anne’s about thirty minutes early. 
She met me at the door and hurried me inside to give me a monster kiss and 
hug.

"We got the contract!", she almost yelled into my ear.

"Great, tell me the details."

"Let’s go in the kitchen and sit down. You won’t believe what I have to tell 
you."

When we sat at the table in the kitchen with coffee she began to tell the 
details. "We have to make 5,000 puppets in four weeks from Saturday. They 
showed me a puppet they could get for $1.75 and asked me what I could do. I 
showed them ours and said I could deliver them for $1.50. The rest is history 
and we’re in business."

Anne asked about my homework and then made me do it right away. When I 
finished an assignment she checked it over and made me correct all my 
mistakes. When my homework was finished to her satisfaction she made 
dinner and we ate. This became our ritual before we started work each evening 
after school.

Then the real work began. We made puppets and we made puppets. 5,000 as a 
number doesn’t sound too big but when you are assembling that many little 
dolls it is truly an immense number. I went home the first night without seeing 
the inside of Anne’s bedroom.

All week we worked like automatons and by late Friday night we ran out of 
materials. Anne asked me to come over early and have breakfast Saturday 
morning. Afterward we could drive into town and get new supplies.

The next morning Anne had breakfast ready when I arrived. We ate and talked 
of needed supplies and how the work was going. When we finished eating and 
sat drinking an extra cup of coffee a silence fell for a few moments. Anne 
seemed to be deep in thought.

"Our plans sure got sidetracked, didn’t they?", she said apropos of nothing.

"What do you mean?", I asked in return.

"We started all this so we could be together as lovers and we haven’t made love 
since Sunday."

"We have some time now.", I observed.

We got undressed and crawled into her bed still rumpled from last night. An 
urgency seizes us and we immediately got to the main event. As I gently 
probed with my little soldier I am amazed at the heat of her flesh. Each little 
thrust pushes deeper and deeper until I have no more to give. I lay still for a 
moment enjoying a sensation without equal. In my mind there are two times 
when copulation is best; the gentle time just after first penetration when the 
heat and moist slipperiness is always a new surprise and the violence of 
orgasm as both partners struggle together to climb the final slope to the 
pinnacle of pleasure.

Our first loving was short and sharp. Afterward we took out time and savored 
our pleasure climbing up almost to the top only to allow our passion to cool 
before beginning the climb all over again. When the moment came we slowly 
climbed to the point of no return and slammed out bodies together until our 
senses were overwhelmed with our mutual orgasms. As we lay locked together 
in the afterglow I could feel the little twitches in the aftermath of Anne’s 
orgasm. Too soon we had to get up and face the reality of the world and our 
lives. We took a quick shower together and dressed for the trip into town.

As we drove into town I noticed Anne’s car was running a little rough and on 
occasion bucked and missed. I asked her when she had last had it tuned up and 
to my surprise she said only a few weeks ago. She said the mechanic said 
something about burned valves and that the repair would be expensive. My 
Dad was forever hearing noises in our old clunker and was always doing little 
things to keep it running. I helped him off and on and I had become a fair 
mechanic for my age. Anne’s problem sounded like spark plugs and a set of 
points would cure all the car’s ills. I listened carefully to the engine sounds and 
was almost certain of my conclusion.

"Anne, let me look at your car while you shop. I don’t think you need a valve 
job, I think some plugs and points will fix everything. If they are not busy at 
the shop where Dad works they’ll let me work on it there and you will only 
have to pay a few bucks for parts."

"Are you sure? . . . . How much would the parts cost?"

"The parts would cost less than $10 and they would like to have you for a 
customer in the future so I’m sure they will let me work in an empty stall. I’ve 
worked on Dad’s car there before and since you are my friend I don’t think 
there will be a problem."

"$10 is all the parts will cost? That’s a far cry from $200 the other mechanic 
said it would cost to fix it. How long would it take you to finish the job?"

"An hour at most. There’s the garage and it’s not busy just pull in front and I’ll 
see where I can put your car."

A couple of minutes later Anne parked her car in an empty stall and handed 
me the keys. I introduced her around saving Dad for last. She shook his hand 
and said, "I’m pleased to meet you, it takes a good man to raise a nice boy like 
Tommy." Dad thanked her for the compliment and she turned and left. 
Everyone watched her as she walked out to go shopping. I began to work on 
her car.

The other mechanics began to tease me about my girlfriend and their teasing 
was specific, direct, and excruciatingly detailed. I blushed to the roots of my 
hair but I was determined not to rise to the bait and they soon left me alone. 
They began to pick on my Dad teasing him about having a son who could get 
young pretty girlfriends before he was dry behind the ears. I could hear the 
pride in his voice as he parried the jibes and a couple of times he bragged on 
my supposed sexual prowess comparing me to himself. Each time he gave me a 
conspiratorial wink of approval. Had I told them the truth, that I had just 
made love to Anne, they would never have believed me. 

When I removed the plugs my suspicions were confirmed, they were burned to 
a little round nubbins and were dirty. No wonder the car ran rough. The points 
were no better. I bought new parts and began to install them. Al, one of the 
mechanics, wasn’t busy so he came over and watched me work and offered 
suggestions some of which applied to the car. I finished the work at hand and 
started the engine. It started immediately but was idling too fast. Al gave me a 
quick lesson on carburetor adjustment and soon the engine was purring like a 
contented cat.

Al drove the car outside and parked it. When he returned we got a cup of coffee 
and joined the general conversation in the shop. I was asked many questions 
about Anne, "Who she was?", "Was she married?", "Did she have a boyfriend?", 
and so on. I answered their questions as honestly as I could without violating 
Anne’s privacy but I felt jealous of the men. They could present themselves as 
suitors openly and I couldn’t, I was too young. Anne and I would have to guard 
our secret carefully.

She showed up a few minutes later laden with packages. Al helped her put 
them in the car and tried to strike up a conversation with her but Anne, while 
polite, didn’t encourage him. We got in the car and drove away leaving Al 
standing in front of the garage.

Anne drove to one of the shops in town and I helped her load several large 
boxes in the trunk. She had bought all the necessary items the shop had in 
stock and ordered enough to finish our project. We had materials for nearly 
half our puppets and the rest would arrive next week. 

When we were on the open highway Anne ran up to the speed limit and the 
engine didn’t miss a beat. "Tommy, you are wonderful! This car hasn’t ran this 
good in a long time. What did you do to it?"

Just what I told you I would do, I put plugs and points in it and tweaked the 
carburetor a little."

"What do I own you?"

"Let’s say it’s my contribution to our project. You need a dependable car and I 
wouldn’t want you to break down on some lonely stretch of highway."

"That’s thoughtful of you, I wouldn’t want to break down anywhere especially 
on a lonely stretch of highway. Since you put it that way, thanks I appreciate 
your concern for me. . . . I noticed you said ‘our project’, are you that involved 
with what we are doing?"

"I guess so.", I answered, "I want to see you win and if we both don’t work our 
tails off we won’t make it."

"You’re right about the working our tails off partner." Anne extended her hand 
for a handshake and I took it. A moment or two later Anne asked, "What was 
all the commotion about as I left the garage?"

"Oh, the guys were just teasing me about having a girlfriend."

"Who were they teasing you about? You told me you didn’t have a girlfriend."

"You.", was all I managed to say as I felt my face flush a fiery red in 
embarrassment.

Anne laughed and said, "Why would they think you would be interested in an 
old bag like me? I’m a used up widow who is over the hill."

"We both know better than that.", I replied and we both had a good laugh.

"Tommy, I was serious about you being my partner a moment ago. Would you 
like to be my partner rather than work for wages?"

"That’s fine with me but it’s all your money invested so far."

"When we finish this contract I’ll take my cash investment out and what’s left 
we will share equally. The next contract you will have some cash to invest 
alongside mine. That OK with you?"

"Yes but I have to give some of my money to Mom. I always give her half of my 
earnings."

"If we pull this off you will have a lot of money and I think a little less than 
half will make your Mom happy."

"OK Anne, you’ve got a partner."

"This has been quite a week, I’ve found a lover and a partner. The best part is I 
love both of them.", she observed.

We worked until nine that evening when exhaustion forced us to knock off. A 
quick kiss goodbye and a long walk home in the cold was the quiet end to a 
momentous week. At thirteen I had found a woman to love and I was an equal 
partner in a business.

I arrived home to find my Dad sitting at the kitchen table having a beer and 
listening to music on the radio. He greeted me with a smile and asked me to sit 
with him for a few minutes. I took a soda from the refrigerator and joined him 
at the table. He asked me the trivial questions, was I tired and so forth and I 
gave one word answers. He sat quietly for a while before he got around to what 
was really on his mind.

"Tommy, I was proud of you this morning at the garage. You handled yourself 
well."

"What do you mean Dad, all I did was put plugs in a car?"

"Not that, I know you are a good mechanic. I’m talking about how you handled 
the ribbing the men gave you about Anne. You handled it like a man. You like 
her a lot, that is obvious from the way you acted. You never got down to the 
level the others did. When she came back to get her car she walked into the 
garage and commanded respect. You gave her that by not wallowing in the 
same mud the men did. What’s more, she noticed their attitude."

"Dad, I didn’t like the way they talked about Anne. She is a very nice person 
and I do like her a lot. It made me a little angry when they made remarks 
about her that was off color but I have to admit I was a little proud that they 
thought I could do what they said also."

"Hell Son, we’re all human and you are old enough to know the score with 
women. Why wouldn’t you be proud to have a friend like Anne; any man would. 
She likes you too, I could see that right away. I’m not much on advice but I will 
say this, Anne is a healthy young woman so be careful in your friendship with 
her. You are old enough to make your own decisions now and whatever you do 
don’t cause trouble for yourself or Anne."

Dad’s blunt words shocked me. Had he read my mind or was what I was going 
through something he remembered from when he was my age? It took a few 
seconds but I began to understand what Dad’s conversation really meant. He 
had just acknowledged that I was becoming a man and had told me in a 
roundabout that he was accepting me in a man’s world. "Thanks Dad, I’ll 
remember what you said."

"That’s good and let’s just keep this little talk between ourselves.", Dad said 
and gave me a sly wink.

Sunday mornings are quiet and I see few people as I make my rounds 
delivering the paper. I have time to think as my feet follow a familiar path. I 
had a lot to sort out after yesterday and this was the time to do it. My Dad’s 
advice about not making trouble for Anne or me rang out as a word of caution. 
He had been perceptive and sensed my desire. While he hadn’t approved he 
hadn’t disapproved either. He had just given me a veiled warning about 
troubles. I was sure he thought that nothing would happen but if the occasion 
arose for me to give some thought to appearances and not just plunge blindly 
ahead regardless of the consequences.

Rounds finished I knocked on Anne’s door and she immediately led me to the 
kitchen where breakfast was waiting on the table. We ate quickly and began 
work immediately. All  morning we sat at the table and worked. The piles of 
completed puppets grew slowly. Sometime after lunch Anne began to cut and 
sew the little costumes for the puppets when our supply ran low. As she 
worked she bitched about the sewing and the time it took to make one costume. 
She hated sewing and I could see that she was forcing herself to keep up the 
pace. Some of the warmth went out of the room.

As I worked I tried to think of a way to get Anne some relief from the sewing 
machine. I knew that I couldn’t sew but what if someone else could sew for us? 
I remembered this lady who had a whole house full of kids and sewed most of 
their clothes. Didn’t the lady who kept chickens give me the patterned feed 
sacks to take to her? Would she like to make some extra money? It wouldn’t 
hurt to bring the subject up.

When I told Anne about the woman who liked to sew and suggested that she 
might like to have some extra work you would have thought I had given her 
diamonds and pearls. I was dispatched to the lady’s house to see if she wanted 
a job.

It only took me a matter of minutes to walk the short distance and not much 
longer to convince the lady I was making a serious offer. She accompanied me 
back to Anne’s and from there everything went uphill. Anne showed her how 
she wanted the work done and the lady did a few costumes for Anne’s approval. 
Her work was perfect. They haggled over price and when that was settled the 
lady departed with all the materials needed to start. After the door closed Anne 
surprised me with a big hug and a kiss.

"Tommy, I don’t know what I would do without you. You have saved me from a 
life of drudgery.", she said and proceeded to give me another enthusiastic hug. 
We had enough costumes to finish out the day so Anne sat on her stool across 
the table from me and began to assemble puppets again. Her mood lightened 
and we had a wonderful time working, laughing, and joking. She bragged to me 
excessively about what a wise choice she had made for a partner. I loved the 
attention but I wished she would be as enthusiastic about the boyfriend part of 
our association.

When I got ready to leave that evening Anne gave me my goodnight kiss. We 
stood holding each other and kissed several times. We lingered in each other’s 
arms for several minutes enjoying a tender moment after a hard day’s work. 
Finally she pushed me out the door with the admonition to hurry home and get 
some rest for school tomorrow.

The following days melted one into another with a maddening sameness of 
school, papers, homework, and of course puppets. Each evening as I left Anne 
and I would kiss goodnight and some nights we would steal some time to make 
love. I was no longer the boy who delivered the paper to Anne. I was her lover 
and confidante who helped when a particularly difficult decision had to be 
made. My opinion counted, I was her partner.

Little problems cropped up such as lack of parts. No legs; I made replacements 
out of ice cream sticks. No arms; ditto with ice cream sticks. Word of what we 
were doing had spread through the sewing lady and the neighbors began to 
cheer us on. When we ran out of colored feathers for the hats the lady who kept 
chickens gathered feathers from her chicken coop and dyed them yellow to 
make up our shortage. When I delivered the papers people would ask me how 
many had we made so far. The count was like the score at a ball game. Not 
much happened in our little town and Anne and I became the center of 
conversation. There was a nay sayer or two but mostly we got encouragement 
and support. Anne graduated from the widow who lives alone on Spring Road 
to that nice lady who makes dolls and I became Tommy, you know, the nice boy 
who helps the nice lady who makes dolls. Anne had gained acceptance in our 
little town and my presence at her house had an acceptable explanation.

It was Thursday of the last week and Anne was looking wan tired. I was 
returning from another room when I noticed her stretching and rubbing the 
muscles in her neck. I walked up behind her and began to massage her neck 
and shoulders. I could feel the tension in her body and I gently began to knead 
the tension away.

"Oh God, Tom that feels so good.", she said as she leaned back against me. I 
put my arms around her and hugged her close. Anne made no protest and 
cuddled closer. I grasped her hands in mine and I could feel her soft breasts 
pressing against my arms. I was becoming aroused and had no way to hide that 
little fact.

"I see I can make you feel naughty but we have puppets to make.", she said.

The next morning Mom asked me how things were going and I gave her a short 
version. I asked if it would be OK to stay until we finished for we were a little 
behind. She agreed and I dashed out to catch my school bus.

I arrived at Anne’s that evening to chaos. Boxes were everywhere. Anne was 
working on the last few puppets and I started to put them in boxes, fifty to the 
box. After dinner we were surprised when my whole family showed up and 
pitched in to help. Even my little sister found something to do. My family 
helped until about ten o’clock and went home. Anne and I continued to pack 
boxes. Somewhere around four in the morning we had a hundred boxes stacked 
all over the house. It was done.

I collapsed on the couch to tired to feel any sense of accomplishment and Anne 
flopped down beside me. We sat side by side with her head on my shoulder too 
tired to move. Eventually we found the energy to get up and Anne led me to 
bed where we fell asleep immediately.

My sleep was interrupted by the insistent ringing of an alarm clock. I sat bolt 
upright in bed and wondered if I had to deliver Sunday’s paper or get ready for 
school. When I woke up enough to be aware of my surroundings nothing was 
familiar. I was in the wrong bedroom and someone was lying beside me. My 
confusion was total until Anne pulled me down beside her and gave me a good 
morning kiss among other things.

She got out of bed and rummaged through her closet to find her robe and she 
tossed a white robe at me.

"Try that on for size.", she said.

When I put the robe on it fit well and felt soft and warm.

"Do you like it? You look better in white than you do in a floral print.", she said 
laughing.

After a quick shower and breakfast we waited on the truck to come and pick up 
all the boxes that contained all our work. It seemed strange not to have the 
worktable filled with parts to be assembled. We were at loose ends after so 
much activity and the prospect of nothing to do seemed strange. We finally sat 
on the sofa holding each other and listening to music from the radio. A warm 
blanket of contentment settled over us as we sat and waited.

The years have rolled by, contracts have come and gone, and the two of us have 
put together a successful business. As I look back on the first few months of our 
relationship I think of all that might have been and none of my imaginings are 
better than what I have shared with Anne.

I was never a teenager. Anne and I were too involved with building a business 
for me to do all the silly things I saw my contemporaries doing around me. I 
don’t think I would have fit in or been popular in any event. What I missed was 
the agony of trying to find out where I belonged. I already had a place in life.

Just before my eighteenth birthday I had a talk with my parents about Anne. I 
planned to ask her to marry me as soon after my birthday as practical but out 
of respect for my parents I wanted to have their approval.

When I opened the subject there was a long silence before anyone spoke. Mom 
was the first to speak.

"Tommy, she’s older than you, are you sure you want to do this?"

Dad spoke up before I could reply to her question. "Mom, Anne’s a wonderful 
woman and she and Tommy have worked together for years. I’ sure he knows 
his own mind about this. Isn’t Anne your best friend?"

"Yes she is but somehow I can’t get it in my mind that my friend wants to 
marry my son."

"Who would make him a better wife?"

"You’re right Dad, Anne is a nice woman. . . . Oh my, it just dawned on me, 
Tommy what has been going on between the two of you?"

That is a tough question to answer for your mother and I considered my 
answer carefully before replying. "We’ve been in love for a long time."

"I see.", Mom said with a little disapproval in her voice.

Dad came to my rescue before Mom had time to think. "Mother in this state the 
legal age of consent is sixteen and Tommy fell in love with a very nice woman. I 
think we should congratulate him for picking a wife we both like and respect."

I could almost see Mom shift mental gears and get on a new train of thought. I 
broke out in a cold sweat as I waited for her next words.

"Have you asked Anne to marry you yet?", Mom asked.

"Not yet, I wanted to get your approval first."

"Well, go ask her so I can congratulate my future daughter-in-law."

. . . . Anne pale and beautiful looks up at me from the bed and smiles as I hold 
our newborn daughter. Tears stream down my cheeks as I try unsuccessfully to 
find the words to thank her for all the years of joy. All I can manage to say is, 
"I love you."

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