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Lauren Gisal Volume Two 
 
The following fiction portrays events that will be considered 
offensive to some people. Graphic scenes are described of sexual 
intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent. 
Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such 
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Chapter 3   
   
Several days later, her mother came bounding up the stairs and into    
her room. Lauren rolled over in bed and squinted at her as though    
she must be crazy to even think of being up before 9 o'clock. She    
had a letter in her hand, certified delivery, from San Falino.    
   
"Open it, then" urged her mother.   
   
"Oh, I'll do it tomorrow, it's too tiring opening letters" she said with

a grin.   
   
"Oh come on, or I'll do it"   
   
"No, no, it's OK, let me have it!" Lauren said, grabbing the    
envelope. Half conscious, she shrugged her nightie back into    
position, covering her breasts in a semblance of decency. Aware of    
the sudden warmth of the bed and the caress of the sheets resting    
on her tiny knickers, she curled her legs up towards her chest and    
grinned at her mother. With a frantic pull at the corner of the    
envelope she opened the letter and ripped the return address in half.    
"Whoops, that's a stupid place to put it." Inside was a handwritten    
letter, a cheque, a crude map and some photos. Lauren looked at    
the photos first, judging that the boy was maybe sixteen, perhaps a    
little older. The girl looked younger, possibly fourteen, but it was a    
useless picture of her and the only features that Lauren could    
determine were her curly blonde hair and the fact that she seemed    
reasonably attractive.   
   
"Well, what do they say?" asked her mother in a tone that indicated    
she was now resigned to losing her daughter overseas.   
   
"Er, congratulations... blah blah, money for the ticket and first two    
weeks, er....not much." she said, dropping the letter on the bed.    
"Why do people send such hopeless photos, eh? You'd think they    
would want to send the best one they could find, right?"   
   
"Let me read!" said her mother impatiently as she grabbed the    
letter. "Oh, you'll get a hundred and fifty US dollars a week, free    
food plus your lodging - your own room - and you can have the    
weekend off. Plus you can use the car when it's not needed. Get    
them ready for school and collect them, as required. Return air fare    
is paid, initial term of employment six months."   
   
"I can't drive!" complained Lauren.   
   
"Well, it's too late to learn here. That is if you're going to take the    
job, of course!"   
   
"Oh Mum, we've been through all this. I'm going. It'll be fun. It's    
not for ever, anyway"   
   
"I know, but it's such a long way away"   
   
"I call you, and write every week"   
   
"When was the last time you wrote a letter?" Her mother sat down    
on the edge of the bed. "Lori, it's a big responsibility. These    
children aren't much younger than you. You have to be their guide,    
their parent and teacher, and look after them. I just hope you realise    
what's involved, especially as their parents are both working.    
They're important people from what your father says"   
   
"I know, but I want to do it. Just don't worry." Lauren understood    
the subtext of her little speech all too well.   
   
"Want some coffee - I've just made some?" asked her mother as she    
absently picked up Lauren's clothes from the floor.   
   
"Oh thanks, yeah" Lauren slumped back into the depths of her    
pillow before taking the map. The house seemed to be close to the    
sea, on the coast just east of Venezuela. Lauren knew very little    
about the place, except that nothing happened in San Falino. The    
village, Boquette, seemed to be about two hundred kilometers from    
the capital, San Serra. Lauren supposed it was nice there, but it    
looked a little remote, although the hillier region in the north    
seemed to have larger towns if the map was to be believed.   
   
"And another thing, young lady" shouted her mother as she climbed    
the stairs, "you'll have to buy yourself some pyjamas. No sleeping    
half naked any more. What if you have to get up in the night?"   
   
"They're not babies. They won't need bottles every three hours!"   
   
"You mark my words" she said as she clopped away again. "I know    
you."   
   
Lauren pushed her hand between her legs and felt the warmth of    
her pussy. Her hand sneaked under the waistband of her knickers    
and parted the soft hair as she ventured over her pussy lips. She    
held herself tight and curled up, delighted with the letter and    
excited beyond measure that her adventure was finally underway.   
   
Over the next few days, Lauren prepared for her departure. She    
visited her bank and told them that she would not be resident in the    
country. They allowed her tax advantages on her account that    
amounted to little financially but seemed important to her. She    
visited her doctor and allowed herself to be convinced about the    
need for a couple of inoculations that Lauren felt were unlikely to    
be necessary. She stocked up on medicine that might be difficult to    
obtain, such as aspirin, paracetamol and sun tan lotion. She even    
bought a pair of pyjamas, without her mother knowing, and stuffed    
them in the bottom of her suitcase.   
   
On the night before her flight, Nikki came round for dinner. The    
evening was strained although Lauren tried hard to reassure both    
her parents and Nikki that she would be fine. The girls wandered    
upstairs after coffee on the pretence of finishing her packing and    
laid on the bed.   
   
"You could come and see me at Christmas" she said, pulling her    
close. Nikki put her arm around her as she rested her head on her    
chest.   
   
"Oh no, you can't be away for Christmas! What will you do?"    
   
"I'm sure they celebrate Christmas just like here, just there's no    
snow" said Lauren helpfully. "It's only three months away."   
   
"They probably put people in big pots and cook them."    
   
"Don't be dumb."   
   
Nikki hugged her, looking up slowly as her lips parted. They kissed    
gently, holding each other tight, until decency said it was time to go    
back downstairs and help clear up. Nikki left just after eleven    
o'clock and Lauren went up to her room. She stripped quickly and    
pulled on a new pair of knickers before sliding in between the    
sheets, her thoughts a million miles away.   
   
Just as she swung round to turn out the light, she noticed a small    
envelope under her bedside light. She opened it and saw banknotes    
fall out onto the bed, accompanied by a letter:   
   
"Lori, this is for emergency use. Try to stay out of trouble, OK?    
Kisses everywhere, Nik."   
   
She pushed the money and letter into her suitcase and slept.    
 
Chapter 4   
   
Lauren left the house with her parents just before eight in the    
morning the next Friday, an ungodly hour for anything in Lauren's    
mind. The fields were dew-filled and the tinkling of cowbells was    
the only sound that could be heard in the village that Sunday    
morning. She sat in the front while her mother took the back seats,    
nursing the suitcases that contained everything that Lauren thought    
should could possibly need.   
   
"Now, did you pack your socks?"   
   
"Yes mum"   
   
"What about jumpers and cardigans, I don't remember seeing any of    
those go in"   
   
"Yes mum. Look, I've got everything, honest." She stared out the    
window at the little flower beds as the car reversed out of the    
driveway. A black crow at the side of the house was banging a snail    
on the ground, teasing it out of it's little house.   
   
"What about addresses, did you remember your address book?"    
asked her father. "Passport, visa, letter of introduction, money"   
   
"Yep, all together in my hand luggage."   
   
"OK, let's go then" said her father, his enthusiasm as thin as the    
morning sunshine. She glanced at him, aware that he was visibly    
moved by the occasion. They traveled in silence to the airport,    
acutely aware with every kilometer that passed their time together    
grew shorter.   
   
They parked and made their way to the International departures    
building, checking in two hours before the scheduled flight time as    
required. Lauren felt miserable, even more so as she saw tears    
welling up in her mother's eyes. They passed under the replica of a    
bi- plane as they made their way to a small cafe, fussing over the    
menu while her father hurried off to buy her newspapers for the    
flight. A hour before departure, she decided that she had to say    
good-bye, before she sobbed in front of them. They made their way    
to passport control, where she dropped her hand luggage and    
hugged her father and mother in turn. As she strode up to the clerk,    
she turned and waved, then went through the gate, disappearing out    
of sight.   
   
Following the signs for Duty Free, she went down the escalator and    
grabbed a basket. Loaded up with several bars of Swiss chocolate    
and a presentation case of German wine, she paid and walked to her    
gate. Her spirits had lifted considerably by the time she sat down    
and watched the planes taking off. Half an hour later she was    
strapped in to seat 55F. She was somewhat pleased to find a young    
man in the next seat, and stared nervously out of the window as the    
plane gathered speed and she took the first airplane ride of her life.   
   
It lifted effortlessly into the air, banking almost immediately to the    
right. She gripped the armrests tightly and looked around in a panic    
as a loud grinding noise came from below.   
   
"Just the undercarriage. It'll stop soon, don't worry!" He had a soft    
voice, but with an edge of authority and knowledge. About twenty-   
five, thought Lauren, no wedding ring, nice looking. Big brown    
eyes. Needs a shave.   
   
"Oh, that's what I thought" she replied, her voice betraying her.   
   
"It's more worrying if you don't hear it just before you land!" he    
said, laughing.   
   
"Hmm." Lauren forced a smile. His knees dug into the seat in front    
of him, squashing the in-flight magazines and sick bag.   
   
"First time?"   
   
"Yeah." Lauren turned nervously to the window and saw the tiny    
villages below her growing smaller as the plane climbed. The plane    
banked hard to the right again and Lauren gripped the arm-rests,    
the wing dipping as though trying to touch the ground for    
reassurance. Then the view was lost, replaced by swirling grey    
cloud, and almost as quickly, the plane burst through into the open,    
the sun shining brilliantly across the mountain tops, glinting against    
the snow and almost blinding Lauren with the beauty of the    
panoramic view.   
   
She settled in her seat, glanced obliquely in the direction of the    
young man, and pulled out a magazine. He was tall, probably six or    
seven inches taller than her, broad- shouldered, confident in his    
actions and the mysteries of international flight. She leafed through    
the pages idly, glancing occasionally at the cabin staff as they    
bustled with the pre-lunch drinks. As they ate, their conversation    
began again. Lauren had relaxed, assisted by the wine, and    
discovered that he was a journalist, on his way to cover the    
elections in San Falino. He seemed to have traveled to many    
countries in the past few months, Beirut, Baghdad, Columbia, all on    
what he called special assignments.   
   
"They pay more. There's an acknowledged degree of danger for a    
journalist because you have to get right up to the front line, so to    
speak."   
   
"So who buys your story?" asked Lauren, enamored by the profile    
he presented of a super sleuth in search of the truth.   
   
"Oh, it depends. If it's current events, then the news wires use it.    
You know, Reuters, Dow Jones, Associated Press. Otherwise,    
anyone who wants to buy it. It gets syndicated out as a full blown    
story. If you're lucky"   
   
"San Falino isn't exactly full of news though, is it?" suggested    
Lauren.   
   
"Nope, not today. But if the Nationalists do well in the election    
there could be trouble for the government. There's always been a    
divide between the north and south of the country, between rich    
and poor. The south has traditionally been concerned with banking    
and finance, while the north is the workhorse, manufacturing and    
farming. Now there's a recipe that I've heard a hundred times    
before. This is the first election that they've allowed in over thirty    
years, ever since the military took over back in the early sixties.   
   
Lauren looked at her food and wondered if her father had known    
this before she left. She thought he probably did because he was in    
touch regularly with the San Falino Foreign Office.   
   
"You'll be OK, you're going to be in the south, pretty close to the    
capital. That's some of the best countryside as well. Beautiful    
beaches!"   
   
"Have you been there?"   
   
"Sure. I took a holiday down there after an assignment once. Very    
nice. That was maybe five or six years ago - it was ridiculously    
cheap."   
   
"They've got things like electricity, and water, right?" asked Lauren    
frowning.   
   
"Of course. Just some of the areas are slums, very poor people    
there. Not the sort of sight you'll find in Switzerland, believe me.    
What are you going there for?" he asked.   
   
"I'm going as an au pair to the Swiss Ambassador to San Falino.    
Well, more sort of a nanny for his children."   
   
"Oh, I've seen him, now what's his name, er, Gustav Rivera, right?"   
   
"Yes, you're right" said Lauren happily. "It's Emma and Jamie that    
I'll be looking after."   
   
"My names Peter" he said, offering his hand.   
   
"Lauren." She shook his hand and they ate again in silence.   
   
She managed to get an hours sleep after the film but woke after her    
blanket fell off with a pain in her shoulder from being squashed up    
against the window. She looked behind her, checking that the toilet    
was vacant, and tried to step over Peter who was slouched down in    
the seat. She trod on a bag between the seats and almost lost her    
balance. He woke and steadied her, gripping her waist as she    
hopped over into the aisle. He was fully awake when she returned,    
and curled up in the seat to let her pass. She looked down at his    
trousers and wondered if the bulge was a sign of endowment or a    
bad tailor. She smiled to herself as she sat down and glanced at his    
nose. Nikki had said that some people thought that a nose indicated    
the size of a man's penis, and some others said their fingers were    
also a good measure. Lauren looked at his fingers, and wondered    
who she should compare them against. Dismissing the thought, she    
pulled the blanket around her, poured the remainder of her wine    
into the plastic glass, and took up her magazine again.   
   
"Anything interesting?" asked Peter.   
   
She turned to him and smiled. Somehow he must have been able to    
shave because the stubble that she had noticed before had gone. He    
was refreshed and alert as he looked at her, waiting for her    
response. They chatted for a long time, exploring each other's    
backgrounds at high speed, cutting corners and giving details that    
would normally take several encounters. The subject came up of    
leaving home, and family and friends, something that they both had    
in common. A little of Lauren's sadness returned.   
   
"I'm not going to be gone for long. Six months maybe" she said.   
   
"Yeah, it's tough on them as well. They've no idea really where you    
are or what sort of environment you're in. On the phone you'll say    
things are fine, but you'll miss home. What about Nikki, will she    
come and see you?"   
   
"Oh God, I hope so. I'm going to miss her the most!"   
   
"More than your boyfriend?"   
   
"Well..." Lauren started to explain. Her words got caught    
somewhere on the way and she looked down, acutely aware that    
with every passing millisecond the real answer was being conveyed.    
She gulped from her wine glass.   
   
"You have both?"   
   
Lauren smiled with a cheeky grin as her eyes lit up in affirmation.    
"God, I can't believe I told you!"   
   
"That's because it doesn't matter." he said, shrugging his shoulders    
and looking away. "In four hours time you'll go out of the airport    
exit and I'll transfer to another flight. I think you're very brave." he

said, touching her arm. He waited before adding "Do they both    
know about the other?"   
   
"Oh yes. For years. Oh God, that sounds awful, doesn't it?" she    
laughed, covering her mouth with her hand.   
   
"Why can't you just have your fair share like anyone else?" he said    
with mock irritation.   
   
"Peter, it's like two different worlds. Nikki is so gentle and it's like

she's an instant expert because she knows instinctively what to do."    
Lauren sat up in her seat and turned to the young man. "What    
about you?"   
   
"Just one girlfriend." he said, smiling at his joke. "I've only known    
her six months."   
   
"You don't sound too enthusiastic"   
   
"It's difficult to have a sensible relationship when I'm away all the    
time. I was thinking about it last week, and I really believe I try and    
find girls that I don't really like so that when they write and say 'au    
revoir' then I simply shrug it off and carry on". She saw his eyes    
wander from her lips down to her breasts. Chemicals stood to    
attention inside her.   
   
"Did you sleep with her?" Lauren heard the words come from her    
mouth with disbelief.    
   
"Sure, a couple of nights ago, but it was awkward. We only did it    
because I was leaving. There's never any time to learn about what    
each other likes and dislikes."   
   
Lauren exhaled, suddenly realising that the rules of the conversation    
were so simple. There were no rules. Except to keep the volume    
low.   
   
"Have you ever done it with another boy. Or man" she said    
clumsily.   
   
"No, everyone in school seemed to check everyone else out,    
making sure we all had the right equipment, but that was it. The    
idea of playing with another man doesn't interest me, and as for    
having something like that inside me, well, no thanks." he said,    
staring at his lap. Lauren knew that that avenue of conversation was    
firmly closed. Her eyes followed his gaze down to his lap. She    
thought the bulge was larger. "What about you, did you say good-   
bye to them both at the same time?" he asked.   
   
"No, I didn't manage to see Jim before I went." she replied, missing    
his joke. "In fact I haven't seen him for almost two weeks. We sort    
of agreed that we would be free of each other but remain good    
friends while I'm away."   
   
"That's difficult. I tried that but there's always the accusations and    
suspicions. What about Nikki?"   
   
"I saw her a few days ago. We played tennis"   
   
"The height of romance!"   
   
"Well, we went back to my place afterwards" said Lauren, pressing    
her face against the seat and smiling gently.   
   
"And....?"   
   
"Oh I couldn't tell you!"   
   
"Why not? What's in the way of being totally open with someone    
you'll never meet again?"   
   
"It's just personal, I'd be embarrassed."   
   
"Try, and then answer the question again after you've told me"   
   
She thought hard about her response, weighing up the thrill of    
recounting her story against the likelihood of turning the colour of    
the national flag. She looked around and slumped into her seat. The    
drone of the engines and the rush of the air in the cabin masked    
much of the sound of her voice.   
   
"Well, we fooled around on the tennis court. You know, taking our    
knickers off just for fun and running around!" She looked at him    
quickly, gauging if that was what he wanted to hear, or if she had    
shocked him already. He caught her glance, smiling.   
   
"Like in that famous poster! Didn't anyone see?"   
   
"No, the place was deserted." Lauren wondered what then had been    
so funny about it at the time. Probably, she decided, the risk of    
discovery. "Then we caught the bus back to my house and teased a    
poor young boy in front of us. Then we went indoors and had a    
bath ..."   
   
"Whoa! You've still got all you tennis gear on. Did you take your    
shoes off?"   
   
"Of course!" she giggled.   
   
"I've got an idea. I'll close my eyes and you just whisper to me.    
Then I'll tell you about my last evening"   
   
She leaned closer to him, drew in a deep breath and continued.    
"Well, I wasn't sure if we were going to make love, but while we    
were on my bed, Nikki started to explore me with her hands and I    
was sure then"   
   
"More details!" he whispered.   
   
Lauren wore a helpless expression on her face as she desperately    
tried to tell her story as painlessly as possible. "OK, she pushed her    
hand under my tennis skirt and brushed against my, you know, my    
er ..."   
   
"Pussy?"   
   
"Yeah, my, er, pussy." Lauren felt lightheaded, probably, she    
decided, from the wine with lunch. Again she tried to weigh up her    
course of action, but she had already confided in him that she had    
both a girlfriend and a boyfriend. He could guess, she was sure, that    
she had made love to both of them recently. Apart from the details    
there was little else to tell and the promise of hearing his story out-   
voted any reasons for stopping.    
   
"Then we kissed and I knew that we would make love. It had been    
almost three years since our last time. But I was all sweaty from the    
game and thought we should have bath, so she stayed on my bed    
while I ran the water. Anyway, we got in the bath, and washed each    
other everywhere and then just laid there for ages."   
   
"Where did she wash you?"   
   
"Everywhere!" He turned slightly, still with his eyes closed. "My    
breasts, stomach, my legs, my pussy, and er, my bottom." Her heart    
raced as she breathed more quickly, the details becoming more    
embroidered as she continued. "She put her fingers into me    
everywhere, making sure I was clean. It was heaven." Lauren    
thought about the hot water lapping her thighs and the cold bath    
against her breasts as her head rested on the edge. She had pushed    
her bottom as high as possible into the air, offering herself to the    
sweetest of sensations, and had felt both like laughing and crying    
with the intensity of each stroke. "Then I did the same to her,    
except she didn't want me to put my finger into her, you know....    
her bottom."   
   
Lauren glanced out of the window, inhaling hard as she saw the    
huge clouds wandering free below. She strained against the tight    
seat belt, turning as far as she could to watch them slip silently past.

She shook her head, telling herself that she wasn't a prisoner on trial    
and this wasn't a confession. And even if it really is good for the    
soul, she thought, she had already been tried, judged and eternally    
damned, confession or no confession. She was under neither oath    
nor orders to tell him anything. And yet something spurred her on,    
and the slight ripple of a thrill in her stomach made her lean forward    
so that she could sit on her right foot, giving her pussy more room    
within her jeans.   
   
"Then we dried off and went into my bedroom. Closed the door and    
lay on the bed. I pulled the towel off her top and kissed her face and    
neck, going down to her breasts and nipples. Then I moved in    
between her legs and kissed her all over."   
   
Lauren found the scene flooding back. The room had been filled    
with flowers from the garden. Her mother had half approved and    
half chided her for being selfish. There were four vases, each    
arranged with as much feeling and foliage as she could manage. The    
sun poured through the window onto their young bodies. Lauren    
had sunbathed in her room on a couple of occasions, exposing    
herself completely to the warmth of summer and to any fortunate    
hiker who happened to have a powerful set of binoculars. Each    
occasion had lasted less than ten minutes before she became bored    
or rolled onto her stomach to sleep. The sounds of cow bells and    
the light traffic of the afternoon jolted her back to her story.   
   
"She was so wet and tasted beautiful" said Lauren, turning to Peter,    
adding emphasis as she relaxed in the use of her words and depth of    
description. His eyes were closed as agreed, but his mouth was    
open and his hands seemed to press down into his lap. "I just    
carried on until I knew she was coming, then I sucked her clit hard    
between my lips and felt her come as she held my head against her.    
As she came down, I pushed a finger into her pussy and she came    
again within minutes. We just cuddled together then in each others    
arms." She looked at Peter, who gave the impression of sleeping    
with a wonderful dream. She wondered if she should tell him about    
the sweet scent of Nikki's pussy, the slight bulge of her buttocks on    
the bed. Or maybe about the light hair that surrounded her pussy,    
the curl of the hood that covered her clitoris and how Nikki would    
whelp with delight each time Lauren traced her tongue around her    
clitoris, millimeters from the pale bud that glistened before her eyes.    
"I don't think I'm telling this very well, you know." she added.   
   
"No, you're doing very well. I assume there's a second half?"   
   
"Yeah. Eyes closed?"   
   
"Mmm"   
   
"Well, she left the room and came back with some Baby oil. I was    
laying on my tummy and she sat on my bottom, massaging my neck    
and shoulders. Then she moved lower, pulling the sheets away and    
dripping the Baby oil over my bottom." She stopped, arriving at the    
point where she could either make something up or tell the truth.    
Nikki had experimented exactly three times in their love-making    
with her anus. Once with an exploratory finger, the first time that    
her tight hole had been invaded. She recalled that she hadn't even    
considered it as an area for exploration until then, and had certainly    
never ventured up there herself. She thought she must have been    
about thirteen, a few months after they first made love in her room.   
   
"What's wrong?"   
   
"It's just, difficult, that's all" she said. The second time was when    
they were both sixteen, at the height of their relationship, when for    
several months nothing - including exams - mattered. They had    
wandered around the town listlessly before returning to Lauren's    
house at about one o'clock, hoping to find her mother in and get    
some lunch. But she was out. Settling for thickly cut sandwiches    
and a tumbler of white wine, they had collapsed on Lauren's bed    
and listened to music. Within minutes they were both naked,    
entwined, kissing deeply as their breasts had mashed together.    
Lauren dribbled wine over Nikki's legs, licking with mounting    
pleasure as she tasted the heavenly mixture of arousal and Alsace.    
Floating down the silk slope of her orgasm, Nikki had disappeared    
from the room, still naked, to return moments later with a candle.    
She rolled Lauren onto her stomach and sat between her legs,    
laughing at their behaviour.   
   
Nikki had teased the hole with the tapered end of the candle,    
slipping it easily into her. Lauren had been unable to calculate how    
far it had gone in until Nikki pulled it out, turned it round and    
presented the hard base to her brown hole. The heat it seemed to    
create as it pushed deeper inside was frightening, but nevertheless,    
Lauren had reached around and pulled the taut cheeks of her    
bottom aside, raising herself slightly to ensure that Nikki entered    
her as far as humanly possible.   
   
"She put her finger in your bottom, right?"   
   
"What?"   
   
"Next, she put a finger inside your bottom?"   
   
"Yeah." Lauren watched his expressionless face as she listened to    
her words. She decided to stick with reality. The third time Nikki    
had pleasured her with such abandon. Even so, she simply couldn't    
do justice to the feeling she got as Nikki oiled her bottom and    
traced her finger in circles as she approached her asshole. "It felt so    
good. In fact she teased me before, getting closer and closer, and    
then pushed all the way in. I think I was in tears it was so good. She    
rolled me over onto my side and then licked between my legs,    
sucking my clit so hard and pushing her fingers into my pussy and    
bottom. She had never done them both at the same time before and    
I exploded. I don't know how many times I came but I shook for    
hours and could still feel where she had been inside me the next    
morning." Lauren looked around furtively, wondering who else had    
heard her whispering excitedly to Peter. His eyes were still closed    
although he smiled, shaking his head slightly. "Well?" she asked.    
Her stomach churned with lust as she realised the rate with which    
her heart beat.    
   
Perhaps he wanted her to continue. She would tell him how they lay    
on the bed for what seemed like hours, kissing, sighing and floating    
on the periphery of sweet sleep. How she would take Nikki and    
guide her head onto her chest so that her breath drifted across her    
breasts, enticing her nipples.    
   
"Was that difficult?"   
   
"Yes. It was very difficult." She frowned and thought further. "Of    
course it was!" she said, pleading in her voice as she looked for an    
indication of his opinion.   
   
"But you're feeling as randy as hell, right? Don't answer that, I    
know." He turned to her. "You love her?"   
   
Lauren gazed at the floor. "I think I love them both" she whispered.    
"Nikki and Jim."   
   
He nodded. "I expect it's allowed." he replied with a smile.  

Chapter 5  
  
Peter sighed heavily. "Now I'll tell you about my last evening. Eyes   
closed now, you know the rules."  
  
Lauren faced the seat in front of her smiling to herself with her   
hands neatly on her lap, pleased her ordeal was over and intrigued   
beyond measure to hear his tale. She heard him move closer to her.  
  
"Karla is about twenty two, taller than you, I think, but only by   
about an inch or two." His voice was quiet, measured, and she felt   
his breath puffing occasionally into her ear. She relaxed, cozily   
curled up on the seat with her blanket around her waist.  
  
"I met her just before Christmas in Zurich. She was at a party that   
one of the news wires held. We danced a little and talked,   
exchanged phone numbers and then I spent Christmas in Northern   
Ireland, covering the peace talks and the disarmament. Real   
romantic stuff. I used to phone her from remote places which she   
thought was fun. It was good for me because sometimes I would   
call her while she was out and leave long messages on her answer   
machine. Just to keep in touch."  
  
"Well, what does she look like?" asked Lauren impatiently.  
  
"Oh, you're right. She's got blonde hair but not pure blonde, curly,   
about shoulder length, and is not as slim as you. I don't know what   
size. We haven't bought each other clothes yet"  
  
"What size bra? Surely you've looked?" said Lauren, intensely alert   
and enjoying being on the other side of the fence.  
  
"No, really I haven't."  
  
"What size clothes then? Eight, ten?"  
  
"What are you?"  
  
"Between six and eight"  
  
"She's probably a bit more than eight." he replied. Even through her   
closed eyes, Lauren could feel his eyes wandering over her breasts.   
"We went out to dinner a couple of days ago, to celebrate my   
birthday. I had always seen her in jeans and T-shirts, so I was very   
surprised when I picked her up to see her in a skirt and beautiful   
blouse."  
  
"I hope you looked nice as well for her." added Lauren.  
  
"I looked OK, but I suppose I should have worn something more   
formal. Anyway, we had dinner and a couple of drinks on the   
Bahnhofstrasse. In a way I had hoped to go home without doing,   
you know, without making love to her."  
  
"Why?"  
  
"I'm not sure. I just didn't feel like it that evening, but she looked so

good. When she leaned over to talk to me at the bar I could see her   
breasts and the freckles that seemed to go on for ever. She looked   
so happy, so of course I decided to take her home."  
  
"Or your cock did?" Lauren giggled at both her turn of phrase and   
the fact that she believed she knew his real motivation. Suddenly,   
she opened her eyes, aware that she may have spoken loud enough   
for half the plane to hear. Relieved that nobody was staring at her,   
she settled down again to the half blackness of her own world.  
  
"We walked out to the car park and I kissed her as she leaned   
against the passenger door. She responded with so much passion   
that I was embarrassed, the restaurant and car park were very   
public. I could feel my thing pushing hard into her."  
  
"You're what? I had to say pussy, didn't I?"  
  
"Yeah. My cock As we pulled away, she put her hand on my leg.   
When I hadn't moved away after a few seconds, she went straight   
for my cock, squashing it with the palm of her hand."  
  
"What did you do?"  
  
"Hey, questions at the end! Even as we drove home she had her   
hands over it most of the way and fairly dragged me out of the car.   
In my kitchen I put the kettle on and undid the buttons of her   
blouse. I had made love to her once before, then she had kept her   
T- Shirt on and it had been dark. In fact that was an awful time.   
Three weeks after we had met, and while I was home from   
Northern Ireland for a weekend. I came in three seconds flat and   
she was still arranging the pillows. Perhaps that's why I wanted to   
go home that evening. Anyway, her blouse came off and fell to the   
floor, and her breasts were wonderful, almost bursting out of her   
bra. She looked so young and fresh that I couldn't understand how I   
could have thought about going home. I switched the kettle off and   
when I turned back she was leaning over the worktop. That pose is   
one that I will never forget. Straight from a magazine and it told me   
everything!"  
  
"She pulled my trousers down and dragged me into the lounge,   
making me fall as my trousers caught around my ankles. Perhaps   
that was the plan because she sat on me, rubbing her pussy through   
her knickers over my underpants. Now I was really surprised,   
because I thought I would have come by then, but nothing was   
happening even though my cock was rock hard. She undid her bra   
and then I saw them, large without being dangerous weapons and   
all real. I really wanted to suck her nipples, but as I strained to kiss   
them she pushed me down and continued to rub me. Because I'd   
lasted well over a minute this time, I felt like I was mister super   
stud and forced her up off me. Her skirt came off easily to reveal   
those knickers that are sort of shaped, you know. They remind me   
of sex shops!" he said, using his hands in mid-air.  
  
"What, that make your legs look a million miles long, with a really   
deep cut in the front?"  
  
"Yeah, red. Have you got any?"  
  
"No!" giggled Lauren, eyes still closed. She used to have a pair of   
knickers from Dior that were more tasteful but less suggestive.   
They were pure silk with perfect little bows. The softness of the   
material had felt rich, almost exorbitant against her pussy.  
  
"Anyway, they sort of disappeared between the cheeks of her   
bottom. We kissed half on and half off the sofa. I think I lost my   
shirt somewhere because I remember feeling her tits against my   
chest, so firm and warm. She had her hand inside my pants and   
pulled them down slightly so she could see my cock and then she   
kissed me lower and lower until she had me in her mouth. God, it   
was such a beautiful feeling and I could see her tits bobbing up and   
down and her little bottom busting to get out of those knickers.   
Have I left anything out?"  
  
"No" said Lauren hoarsely. She cleared her throat and fought to   
keep the image in her mind. She wondered if he realised that she   
was tweaking her nipples to the point of almost being painful. She   
swallowed hard. "Tell me how she sucked you". There. She had   
asked. He had to tell her. He leaned back towards her and   
continued whispering.  
  
"I think I ended up on the floor. The carpet tickled anyway and I   
couldn't remember if I had washed properly down there. I half   
expected her to get past my tummy button and stop, but she didn't.   
She took my balls in one hand and I was actually shocked when I   
felt her tongue over the tip of my cock. Nothing had prepared me   
for the warmth. The way her lips pushed the skin down, and the   
wetness."   
  
"Tell me more" hissed Lauren. She shifted on the seat, placating her   
pussy that needed attention.  
  
"She took me deeper and deeper into her mouth. Now and again I   
felt her teeth, which I thought was nice, because I really didn't want   
to think that she did this sort of thing every day, you know?"   
Lauren grunted. "So, with her hand on my cock and her mouth   
around the end, she slowly sucked me. I looked down once or   
twice and watched her taking my pale pink cock between her red   
lips. I was thinking, wow, she's actually doing it to me. Someone   
has at last done this. And, what's more, I didn't come instantly."  
  
"After about a minute, still impressed by my staying power, I really   
wanted to do the same to her, so I pulled her round while she still   
had me in her mouth and licked up between her thighs and around   
the edge of her knickers. I could feel her pussy lips and as I pulled   
the material to one side I saw that she was so incredibly wet that I   
just had to probe into her. I put her leg up onto the sofa and I   
remember that she groaned as I continued to lick over the material,   
pulling her knickers tight into the crack of her bottom and between   
her lips. It was so unreal for me because nobody had ever reacted   
to me that way, like out of control. Most of them yawn."  
  
"I pulled her knickers off and she pushed my head against the sofa   
while I was still lying on the floor, then knelt over me and pushed   
her pussy against my mouth. The only way I could breath was by   
licking and sucking her and I'm pretty sure she came then because   
her thighs gripped me really tightly. Then she slid down onto my   
cock and I came almost instantly. There was so much of it, I just   
couldn't stop. I was worried that she might pull up and I wouldn't   
be finished, but we stayed locked like that for ages, kissing and   
giggling. When she lifted herself off me, I pulled her close to me   
and could see my come dripping out of her onto my chest. It was   
great. Yeah, Karla, what a girl. I really had no idea!"  
  
In the quiet Lauren heard him slump back into his seat and breath   
out. She wanted to say something funny, maybe about his staying   
power. But no joke would come.  
  
"I'm wet" said Lauren.  
  
"How do you know? Have you felt yourself?"  
  
"Yeah." she grinned. "Just now. I bet you do this on all your   
flights!"  
  
"Only to receptive audiences"  
  
"How did you know I would want to hear about your exploits?" she   
asked, opening her eyes.  
  
"Because you wanted to tell me about yours"  
  
"Rubbish"  
  
"Of course you did. Once you told me that you had a boyfriend and   
a girlfriend then it was obvious. And another thing, there's no harm   
is there? Because, like I said, after that exit sign at the airport we'll

never meet again. We both know secrets about each other, so we're   
quits."  
  
"I suppose so. It's just so strange. Will you see her again?" asked   
Lauren.  
  
"I think I'd like to. But if I'm in San Falino for several months then   
she'll probably have found someone else."  
  
"I hope you do. I like happy endings"  
  
Lauren's Arrival In San Falino  
 
Chapter 6  
  
 They chatted a little more during the flight, but another meal came,   
then immigration and customs declaration cards, until they started   
their descent into the airport. Lauren heard the now familiar sound   
of the landing gear and tugged her seat belt tightly around her   
waist. The lights below grew brighter and closer as she saw   
individual houses with people in the streets and the occasional car   
chugging along dusty tracks. Then they were out over the sea,   
turning lazily over a harbour, and heading back inland. More noises   
accompanied a dramatic decrease in speed to the point where she   
thought the plane had stopped in mid-air. It seemed to crawl over   
the airfield perimeter and touch down with a slight bump. The   
airfield was deserted. Even the buildings were small and few had   
lights on inside. They taxied to a halt as the sound of seat belts   
clicking reached a crescendo. The speaker system came to life with   
a burst of feedback.  
  
"Welcome to San Serra in San Falino, where the local time is ten   
thirty two in the evening. The outside temperature is seventy seven   
degrees. We hope you've had a pleasant flight with us and look   
forward to seeing you again."  
  
They grabbed their luggage from the overhead lockers and queued   
up to file out through the door. The cabin staff paraded at the exit,   
thanking everyone, and Lauren was relieved they didn't glare at her   
or Peter as she filed past.  
  
"It's this way" he said, pointing to the sign of a suitcase down the   
corridor. He was taller than her, much as she guessed, feeling like a   
big brother as he easily carried his two small cases. Lauren   
lumbered after him with her own.  
  
"What? I can't hear, my ears went pop!"  
  
She craned her neck upwards and nodded, straining with her   
luggage between the two desks that made up passport control. The   
officer waved her though on production of her passport and they   
continued deeper into the airport, finding themselves in a large shed   
that already contained some bags. However, on closer inspection,   
Lauren discovered that they were not from their flight.  
  
"Over here, this is where they come out!" shouted Peter, grinning at   
her temporary inability to hear.  
  
Sure enough, within minutes her two suitcases had arrived. Peter   
led the way through to a hot, cramped room that had a number of   
tables along the far wall. Lauren was pleased that they had been   
some of the first off the plane as a queue built up stretching out of   
the room and back out along the corridor. The customs officer was   
bedraggled with a straggly beard and bushy black eyebrows. His   
uniform was tattered almost beyond repair with more holes than   
buttons and peeling gold braid that Lauren thought his mother   
would be embarrassed about. Even though it was late evening the   
room was stifling and she felt beads of perspiration breaking out on   
her forehead, realising now that she should have changed out of her   
jumper into a T-Shirt or something lighter.  
  
She looked at the young man, his bushy eyebrows moving slowly   
up and down from a look of surprise to concern as he studied her   
documents. Visions of nights in sweaty jails appeared before her as   
she looked around for Peter, finding him a couple of desks down,   
also with an officer who seemed to have never seen a passport   
before. Perhaps they had been reported for obscenity on the plane.   
She looked back to see that he was peering at her jeans from behind   
the paperwork. Specifically the space between her jeans round the   
top of her legs.  
  
"Where you from, Miss Gisal?" His white shirt was soiled on both   
sides of the collar from days of wear. Hair grew from his nostrils   
and ears. Rings shone dully on almost everyone one of his puffy   
fingers.  
  
"Switzerland. Andelburg actually. It's a little village not far from   
Interlaken." She was about to ask if he knew it but checked herself.   
She tried desperately to remain calm, to focus just on the desk in   
front of her in case he thought she might try and run.  
  
"Where will you be staying?" he asked, still flicking through her   
passport. The big cap wobbled on his head.  
  
"With Mr. and Mrs. Gustav Rivera, in Boquette." Her heart   
thumped, blood surging into her head as she thought about the duty   
free. What if she was over the allowance? She had seen films where   
they take people into side rooms and grill them under lights. Strip   
search them for drugs. He reached inside his pocket. Lauren looked   
on, expecting to see handcuffs emerge, but instead, a small red   
stamp appeared, and banged down on the middle page of her   
passport.  
  
"Welcome to San Falino, please enjoy your stay. The exit is over   
there." he said. Lauren looked at him as she gathered her luggage   
and thought he had a nice smile. She glanced over at Peter who was   
still in discussion. Following the exit sign, she found herself looking   
at a crowd of people, held back by a glass partition. Children's   
noses were squashed against it and adults jostled for position. By   
some miracle, she saw a tall, heavily-built man standing at the edge   
of the crowd, holding a piece of card with her name on it. He even   
smiled at her as she approached.  
  
"Lauren?"  
  
"Yes, hi!" She shook his hand.  
  
"I'm Gustav. Did you have a good flight?" he asked, taking one of   
her suitcases.  
  
"Fine thanks, I must just say ..." she trailed off as she searched for   
Peter.  
  
"Anything you need?"  
  
"Well, no. I met someone on the flight but I expect he'll be a while."   
They had exchanged phone numbers so that would have to do. She   
followed her new employer out of the terminal and along the road   
that led to the car park. Children were everywhere, and Lauren was   
shocked by their ragged clothes, their dirty hair and the fact that   
they were still up at that time of the day. The airport was best   
described as casual, and she was sure she would have found people   
on the runway with their dogs and cattle if she had looked.   
  
"Hey, it's still here!" said Gustav, clearly referring to the huge four   
wheel drive vehicle that sat under the single light in the car park. He   
piled her luggage in the back and they set off. They made poor   
progress near the airport, and the further they traveled, the tighter   
Lauren gripped the seat. The rules of the road appeared to be   
different from those of Switzerland where gesticulations are   
frowned upon, almost to the point of being considered punishable.   
In San Falino, the rule was 'Do unto him before he does unto you.'   
Quick wits and good brakes were obviously the order of the day as   
they jerked from one close encounter to another.   
  
"You drive?" he asked, turning the air conditioning lower.  
  
"No, I had two tests in Switzerland, but I failed both times on my   
parking"  
  
"Believe me, you drive!"  
  
They continued for another five minutes until they were clear of the   
industrialised airport area. Gustav pulled off the main road onto a   
large expanse of dark waste ground, parking the car facing into the   
gloom. Lauren gulped loudly as he switched off the engine and   
undid his seat belt.  
  
"Do you think you could handle it? It's pretty big!" he said, turning   
towards her.  
  
"What?" said Lauren, her beating furiously against her ribs. Blood   
surged through her head as she surveyed quickly the terrain and   
calculated the distance from the road.  
  
"Show me what you can do!" he said, getting out of the car.  
  
"What, drive you mean?"  
  
"Sure" he said, quite naturally. Lauren exhaled loudly. "Take it   
round here for a while and then we can get back on the road. It's   
automatic. No manual gear stick." He jumped into the passenger   
seat as she slid across. Lauren looked at the controls, adjusted the   
seat and mirror, and finally started the engine (after checking that   
the windscreen wipers worked in ultra-fast mode). Cautiously, she   
moved off, turning from right to left, checking the brakes and   
finding the lights. Occasionally, her hand reached for the non-   
existent gear stick, until she relaxed back in the seat and smiled   
widely.  
  
"OK, let's go then!" said Gustav, pointing to the road.  
  
"You know that I don't have a licence"  
  
"Show me someone who has. If you're stopped by the police, say   
you left it at home. Fumble in your purse, and make sure they see   
you have money. They'll tell you what the fine is, don't worry."  
  
They made reasonable progress even though Lauren was tired. The   
journey turned out to be almost two hours and she was surprised   
that he had made her do all the driving. The road eventually led   
down the side of a hill and Lauren realised immediately that she   
could see the sea in front of her. The water in the harbour   
shimmered with the lights from the tiny fishing boats and the   
windows of the little houses perched on the rocks around it.  
  
"We're about ten minutes from here. This is Boquette. You can   
shop here, go to the post office, there's a railway station that would   
take you to San Serra if you wanted to go there. I don't recommend   
it though."  
  
Heading out of town again on minor roads, they finally pulled into a   
gap in a wooded area that had two large white posts marking the   
driveway. Lauren slowed to avoid the potholes as the car rocked   
from side to side. Ahead she saw the house, a flat, low ranch- style   
building which seemed to stretch into the grey distance. Lights were   
on everywhere and she could see people moving around inside. She   
parked the car as instructed and jumped down. The heat of the   
evening hit her as she walked to the back of the car.  
  
"Come on, looks like they're all still up!" said Gustav, leading her to   
the big front door.  
  
"I'll just get my stuff."  
  
"Don't worry, someone will take care of that. Come on."  
  
He opened one of the double front doors and ushered her inside.   
The house was enormous, much bigger than it appeared from   
outdoors. Lauren looked to her left and right and saw she was in   
the middle of a long, marble hallway that echoed as she walked. It   
was cool but inviting. A woman appeared from one of the many   
rooms off the hallway to her right, smiling with her hand   
outstretched.  
  
"Hi Lauren, I'm Elizabeth. Welcome to Boquette! How was your   
flight?"  
  
"It's about 8 hours, but the time seemed to fly by!"  
  
"That's good. Let me show you to your rooms, then we'll show you   
round the house!" she said, twirling around and heading back the   
way she came. 'Rooms?' thought Lauren. They passed through an   
archway in the hall and entered another room through a set of   
double doors to the left.   
  
"Here we are, these are your rooms. This is the bedroom, but I   
guess you realised that! Through there is a sort of living room and   
dressing room, then if you keep going through that you'll find your   
bathroom." Lauren gazed in amazement. A large bed sat against the   
right of the far wall with a pink silky bedspread. Nearer her on the   
right, past the window, was a make-up table. Cupboards along her   
left stopped just before the door which led to the lounge area. The   
carpet was thick, springy, the same pale pink as the curtains around   
the windows. She was thrilled.  
  
"The taps in the bathroom drip all damn night" said a voice behind   
her.  
  
"Darling? Now, say hello. Lauren, this is Emma." Lauren snapped   
out of her reverie and turned to see the girl in the picture, focused   
properly this time. She felt herself wobble slightly as the image   
registered. Her radiant beauty struck her like avalanche, piling   
dazzling ton upon ton of terror on her as she breathlessly examined   
the creature. Her blonde hair, which Lauren thought just had to be   
dyed, fell beyond her shoulders in curls that reminded her of   
pictures of innocence from Sunday School books. Her tiny young   
breasts pushed against her white T-Shirt, and her tanned legs   
appeared from behind the loose sarong. Lauren felt as though she   
was drowning as she thrashed around for words, burbling a   
semblance of a response. She reached out unsurely to shake her   
hand. Emma walked straight past her and opened the door to the   
little lounge.   
  
"Come on, I'll show you how to fix it." said Emma, disappearing.  
  
"We can do that later, I'd like to find out about your room, and the   
rest of the house" said Lauren, regaining some of her composure.   
Emma returned to the bedroom, shrugged her shoulders and   
pouted. Elizabeth glanced approvingly at her husband as they   
trooped out back into the hallway. Directly opposite was another   
set of double doors, marking the entrance to Emma's room.   
Elizabeth led them to the left, away from the center of the house to   
the end of the corridor, and Jamie's room. Emma followed slowly   
behind.  
  
"He's away for the weekend." said the little girl. "Back Sunday   
night. Now we'll show you the lounge" she said, leading them back   
towards the front door. They entered through two double doors on   
the right. Lauren saw the wonderful white leather sofa that   
stretched round in a quarter circle, the TV in front of it with the fire   
beside.  
  
"Sit down, what can I get you to drink?"  
  
"Oh, I'll have a whisky!" said Emma in a silly voice.   
  
"I'll have coffee if that's OK. Thanks." Lauren smiled at Emma,   
looking more closely at her. "What's happening tomorrow?"  
  
"Nothing. I'm staying in bed all day."  
  
"Surely there's school?"  
  
"Well, there's a bit of a problem with school, Lauren." said   
Elizabeth. "There are no French or German speaking schools here,   
so they both have a tutor who has become a bit unreliable lately.   
He'll certainly be here the week after next. Mr. Quintero is his   
name."  
  
"He's stupid."  
  
"Emma!" said Elizabeth. She gently touched Lauren's arm. "He's   
very wrapped up in local affairs, history and the like. Seems to have   
a problem focusing on mathematics or much top do with the   
modern world. But he does visit and teach them here, which is   
great"  
  
Lauren was disappointed. She had hoped to have the children out   
of the house while she got to explore the countryside and town a   
bit. Emma sat on the sofa next to her with her arms crossed, glumly   
looking into the dead fire.  
  
"Darling, do you want anything?"  
  
"Can I have whisky?"  
  
"Don't be silly. Want some 7 up?"  
  
"I suppose so." she replied without enthusiasm.  
  
"Lauren, let me show you the kitchen." said Elizabeth.  
  
"Let me show you the kitchen" mimicked Emma.  
  
Gustav glowered at Emma who remained seated as Lauren   
wandered through the dining room into the kitchen. She heard   
Emma behind her, remonstrating with her father that she didn't   
want another baby-sitter. Elizabeth approached Lauren with an air   
of confidentiality. "Emma is a little tense right now. It's been hard   
for her with us both working, and she feels that she's old enough to   
be left alone. But she's not. That's one reason why we wanted   
someone much younger than normal and you fit the bill perfectly.   
Really, we're so pleased you're here!" she said, squeezing Lauren's   
arm.  
  
Lauren smiled back, helping her to make the coffee and discovering   
where the cups were kept, along with the sugar. A breakfast table   
took up part of the kitchen with a fridge by the doorway. A   
window by the cooker looked out into the garden. The lighting, like   
the rest of the house, was discrete. They walked back into the   
lounge, Lauren sitting back down next to Emma and placing her   
coffee on the little table in front of her. Emma put her bare feet up   
on the table, gripping the edge with her toes. The sarong fell   
between her smooth legs, draping on the floor. She tossed her hair   
back against the cushion of the sofa, pushing her little breasts out   
against her shirt.  
  
"It's great that you've got air conditioning to keep it so cool in   
here!" remarked Lauren.  
  
"You'd die without it. Even at this time of the year it can reach a   
hundred during the day." said Gustav. "Now, tomorrow, we'll both   
be up and gone before you. Elizabeth and I are going to be   
increasingly busy what with the elections and the business of the   
Nationalist party fielding candidates."  
  
"Don't worry, I'll be up when Emma and Jamie have to be up, and   
make sure I'm here when they finish school" said Lauren.  
  
"Good. The housekeeper is here in the mornings, so she usually   
makes breakfast for Emma and Jamie - and you of course. Plus   
she'll tidy the rooms, make the beds, do the laundry and other such   
things. You'll slot in fine, don't worry. Emma should do piano   
practice once a day, for at least half an hour. We get back from   
work around eight or nine. If you're asleep then that doesn't matter.   
Just leave sticky notes on the fridge if there's anything important.   
Mail can go next to the fridge so we can deal with it when we   
return. Now, I have to go to bed, and Emma should as well, it's   
late."  
  
"Yeah, I'm tired as well!" announced Lauren.  
  
"Of course you are, have a shower and a nice rest and you'll be fine   
tomorrow" said Elizabeth. "Oh, emergency contact numbers are on   
the fridge as well, not that you'll need them."  
  
"Thanks, see you tomorrow evening then. Night" she said, taking   
her coffee. Lauren heard Elizabeth further scolding Emma for her   
lack of manners as she pulled the doors of her room closed for the   
night. Turning to the bed, she wondered who had laid her suitcases   
out so neatly for her over the silky bedspread. Shrugging her   
shoulders, she stripped, amazed that her knickers were actually   
stuck to her pussy. Once they slid down her legs, she kicked them   
into the air, caught them and marveled at the long, dense stain that   
was a result of Peter's story.  
 

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