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For the over 30 crowd: Jim's Story  

As told to, and now being told by tonytony@usa.net  

Jim's an e-mail friend, and he had an interesting story about his
marriage.  

You need to know some of the chronology for this story to make sense. Jim
had been divorced three  years ago. Helen, five years ago. They met in
October, two years ago. They fell in love, and decided to  begin living
together January of last year, and got married in September.  

Jim wrote:  

After dinner, after TV, and after sex, we were in our favorite recovery
position. I was on my back, she  lay on her side, head on my shoulder,
one leg on me, thigh on about my pelvis.  

"Funny thing happened to me today, Jim."  

"Yeah?"  

"I was out of the office most of the day, and when I got back there was a
voice mail message from a  guy I knew before I ever met you."  

"Oh? What did he want?"  

"Well, he lives in Florida, and he probably he gets up here once every
couple of years. I guess he  wanted a date."  

"Didn't you tell him you were married?"   

"I never got to return the call."  

"Oh."  

Then . . ."Uh, Honey, if he lives in Florida, how'd you get to know him?
Just how well DO you know  him, anyway?"  

"Hey, it was before I knew you, and I don't know him all that well. And
you're sounding jealous,  there's no need to be."  

"Yeah, you're right. We both had lives before we knew each other."  

We cuddled a while longer.  

"Jim," she said after 15 minutes, "you know, I've done some things I'm
not really proud of."  

"Me, too, baby."  

"Can I talk about something?" she asked. That's our code phrase - it
means watch out, this could be  an emotional topic.  

"Sure."  

"Did you ever have a one night stand?"  

"Yes, before I met you."  

"Me, too."  

Some minutes went by.  

"Com'on, Helen. Tell me what's bothering you."  

"You know about Vic."  

"Honey, I know he wasn't a one night stand. I thought you told me it was
a serious relationship until  something happened."  

"Well, it was, but it's the root of the story."  

"So, tell the story."  

"You know Vic and I dated for a year."  

"Yeah, yeah."  

"And he wanted to get married, or at least live together, but I didn't
think that was right for me."  

"I know that too."  

"And that he was hurt in an a car crash a week after I broke up with
him."  

"I knew that."  

"Anyhow, I felt kind of responsible for that - he was really upset and
doing stupid things then."  

"I know all of that. So, where's this going?"  

"I didn't date for over a year. I was always so much in control of
everything, and somehow I thought I  might have at least contributed to
that accident. After that, the idea of a close relationship and the 
responsibility that brings scared me."  

"Well, you got over that. Look at you now."  

"That's what this is all about," She continued. "I started taking night
courses at Hofstra, and doing  everything I could to keep busy. My
classes were on Tuesdays and Thursdays. When class was over,  sometimes
I'd go to the Uniondale Marriett for a glass of wine before I went home. 
I didn't like being  at home alone, but I sure didn't want any kind of
relationship, either.  

"Anyhow, one Tuesday night I was sitting at the bar, and this Florida guy
- his name's Fred - sat  beside me. We started talking. It turns out he's
with ATF - you know, Alcohol, Tobacco, and  Firearms. He was up here for
just a couple of days, working on a case. We talked for a while. He  went
to school up in Boston, on a football scholarship, As a psych major, no
less. Didn't get a chance  to play pro ball, but he got a job with ATF.
They like having a squad of 'intimidatingly big' agents for  special
work."  

I asked "Was he?"  

"Oh yeah. Only about as tall as you (Only? I'm 6-3) but honey, he was so
broad, so big, he was scary,  even when he was dressed in a suit and
tie."  

"Oh? Well, so what?"  

"I'm trying to tell you about the so what."  

"I'll be quiet."  

"I told him I didn't believe he was with ATF, so he showed me his badge
and ID, and gave me his  business card."  

"You know I network like crazy, so I gave him my card, too. Now that I
think of it, I guess that's how  he got my phone number."  

"Anyhow, we talked for a while. He was very easy to talk to, and I told
him about Vic, and not  wanting a relationship with responsibility and
all that, and being afraid of being physical, and of  being so
controlling and stuff, and - Jim, are you getting another hard-on?"  

I guess the leg she had over me was feeling something going on.  

"Feels that way. This is getting to be a good story, keep talking."  

"I don't know if I like the idea of you getting off on this!"  

"Then stop telling the story."  

She did, for a couple of minutes. But her hand found my penis, partly
erect.  

"We just had sex a while ago, what's going on?"  

"I guess I got excited about your story."  

"Hum. Well, I like what's happening to you, too. Just remember this
happened before I knew you."  

"OK."  

"Anyhow, he said, since he graduated with a psych degree, and had his
masters, too, paid for by us,  he could help. His advice, he said, was to
start slowly. Find a guy I felt safe with, had no emotional  attachment
to, who was big and strong enough so that he would take full
responsibility for  everything, and get me back into living. Who would
just let me lie there and accept having love made  to my body, and then
go away, probably to Florida, where lots of guys willing to do that kind
of good  deed live. He said, since his grad work was paid for by ATF,
meaning taxes, meaning partly by me,  this advice was free. And, he said,
he knew just the right guy who happened to be available.   

"We both had a good laugh over that. We had another drink, and I told him
I had a big day the next  day and had to go home.  

"'Sorry to hear that,' he said. We talked a couple of more minutes, said
good-bye, and I went home to  feed my cat, and go to bed.  

"Hey, what's happening to this?" she asked, because she felt my cock
getting softer.  

"I don't know - tired, I guess. That's a nice story, honey. He had quite
a pickup line. Let's go to sleep."  

"Jim?"  

"Yeah?"  

"The story's not over."  

I rolled on my side, so we were facing each other. "Are you making this
up?"   

"I promise, what I'm telling you is the truth."  

"Tell me the rest of the story!"  

"Well, I went back to the Marriett after the Thursday class.  

"I was hoping this big handsome stranger would still be around, it was
nice talking to him.  

"But he wasn't there. About 10 o'clock I decided to leave - there wasn't
going to be anyone to talk to  that night, I thought, when I felt an arm
on my shoulder.  

"He said 'I'm glad you decided to take my advice.'"  

"I started to tell him I just wanted to talk some more to him, but he was
so big, so strong, and so  charismatic that when he took my arm, I just
stood up. He tossed some money on the bar for my  drink, and led me out,
to the elevator.  

"'Fred,' I started to say, when he said 'Just come along with me. You
need this.'"  

"Then, we were on his floor. He actually picked me up and carried me to
his room. While he still  carried me he was able to get the card key in
and out, and the door open.  

"I got carried in, and he put me on one of the two double beds.    

"'Stay there,' he said.  

"He took off his suit coat. He very carefully folded it, and put it on
the dresser. I guess I wasn't  surprised to see a holster of some kind
under one arm. He took that off, checked to see the pistol was  on
'safe,' put it in a dresser drawer.  

"Jim, I feel your cock again!"  

"Keep talking!"  

"Well, I remember that he balanced on one foot, and just lifted up his
left leg, and unstrapped another  holster and gun from his ankle. He
checked that, and put it away, too.  

"Jim, you wear a 46 long jacket. He had to be a 60! God, he was big.  

"Anyhow, then he took handcuffs from a pouch on his belt, and put those
on the side table.  

"Then he reached and pulled me to my feet.  

"'You, Helen, have the right to stay silent' he said, and he laughed.
'You have the right to enjoy  yourself, too.' And he kissed me.  

"He unbuttoned my jacket, turned me around, pulled it down my arms.  

"I'm not going to let you do anything," he said. "I'm going to do
everything."  

"I didn't know how he could be so quick, and so gentle. While my arms
were behind me, as he took  off my jacket, I heard a click, and suddenly
realized he had handcuffed my hands behind me.  

I turned around, almost in shock,  to see him take my coat, fold it
neatly, and put it next to his.  

"I told him I didn't like being handcuffed."  

"He said it was the only way he could be sure I didn't do anything but
enjoy myself."  

I reached between us, pulled Helen's leg over my hip, grabbed her hand,
and lead it to my cock - I had  a full erection now.  

"We just made love! This is really turning you on, isn't it?"  

"I'm ashamed to admit it, honey, but it really is!"  

Helen said "I like your reaction."  

"Come on, tell me more."   "OK, anyhow, I was standing there, cuffed. "I
never thought of handcuffs  as a love-making toy,' I told him.  

"'You'll see,' he said.  

"He pulled back the cover and sheet from one of the beds.  

"'I'm from the government, ma'am, and I'm here to help you,' he said.  

"We both laughed, but I stopped suddenly, because he stepped really close
to me,  and slowly pulled  my blouse out of my skirt.  

"I realized I was breathing pretty fast.  

"He reached to my throat, and he hardly touched me, but began unbuttoning
my blouse. I had on a  nice conservative slip, and bra, but this was
really exciting me.  

"When it was open, he slipped it off my shoulders, and down my arms. He
turned me around, I felt  one cuff release for an instant, and he pulled
the blouse off my arms, and fastened it again.  

"I was really getting turned on. He took the blouse,  folded it, and put
it with my coat.  

"This guy was so cool and methodical I couldn't believe it.  

"He found the zipper on my skirt, and opened it and pushed it down over
my hips. He bent down,  lifted my feet out of it, and folded it, and put
it away, too.  

I couldn't help myself. I pushed Helen onto her back, got between her
legs, began screwing her - it  wasn't making love, now.   

She looked at me, met every movement I made, and we both climaxed, for
the second time that night.  

Once again we moved into our cuddle position.  

"Do you want me to tell you about it some more?"  

"God, yes."  

"Good! Remember, I was standing there, wearing  my shoes, panty hose,
bra, and slip.  

"He knelt down in front of me, put both hands on the outside of my
calves, and just lifted them up,  along my legs, to my hips. And he
hooked his fingers into the waist of my panty hose, and pulled  them
down. He moved me so I could sit on the edge of the bed, and he pulled
off one shoe, then  other, then my hose.  

"And took them to the dresser, and put them with the rest of my things.  

" I told him the party seemed pretty one sided, and he said that was
because he was in complete  control of the party.  

"But he was pretty much dressed, and I was wearing only a slip and a bra,
and I was pretty horny with  the way this guy was treating me.  

"He unlocked one hand from behind my back, and fastened my hands together
in front off me. Then  he pushed me flat on my back on the bed.  

"And he pulled the sheet up over me. He said it's more exciting for him
that way. He sat on the bed,  and moved around so that he had his back
against the headboard of the bed. Then he lifted me by the  shoulders
until my head was in his lap. I was still on my back, but I could feel a
lot of heat coming  from his crotch. I told him I was glad he had some
reaction to what he was doing, and he said I'd  pretty soon know just how
big a reaction he had.  

"That excited me. Hey, Jim, are you getting ANOTHER hard on?  

"It speaks for itself, honey. Keep talking."  

"Wow, you are strange. I've heard about guys  who like to hear about
their wives doing things, but I  didn't think you were one of them.  

"You weren't my wife then!"  

"That's true. Anyhow, he reached under the sheet to about my waist, and
he told me to lift up my hips  a little."  

"Did  you?"  

"You bet!  

"When I did, he pulled my slip up from under me, to above my waist.  

"He told me to sit up.  

"I did, but I held the sheet in front of me.   

"He pulled the slip up my back, and over my head. Then he unhooked my
bra.  

"And he pulled at my shoulders, so I was laying down again, with my head
in his lap. I had the sheet  over my chest, under my arms.  

"Somehow he got one cuff unlocked, and slipped the bra and slip off me.  


"Now I was naked under the sheet.  

"I told him no one ever hand cuffed me to a bed to make love, and least
not so far, but maybe I'd be  willing.  

"He didn't answer. He asked me, though, if I felt safe. Here I was, in
his hotel room, with a guy strong  enough to do what ever he wanted to
me, naked under a sheet, and he's asking me if I felt safe with  him?  

"But I did. I said 'yes'."  

"He got out of bed, folded my bra and slip neater than I ever could. 'Now
I'll show you about  handcuffs' he said.  

I thought he already did.  

"But he sat at the side of the bed, and took my hand, the one that still
had the cuff fastened, and  pulled it down, under the sheet.  

"I couldn't figure out what he was doing.  

"But then he reached under the sheet, pulled my ankle, and just forced my
leg up, by bending my  knee. Before I realized it, he had handcuffed my
wrist to my ankle.  

"And faster and smoother than you could think, he moved to the other side
of the bed, and did the  same thing to my other wrist and ankle with a
second set of cuffs.   

"Now I was helpless under the sheet. And really turned on.  

"He was standing at the foot of the bed, and I couldn't help it, I felt
my knees come apart, and I asked  him if he was going to join the party.
He said he would right now.  

He pulled his own dress shirt out of his trousers, then took off his tie.
He took his time folding it,  putting it away.  

Then he turned and watched me as he unbuttoned his shirt. He wasn't
wearing an undershirt, and you  wouldn't believe the size of this guy.  

"I said 'wow', as he put his shirt away.  

"'Not to  impress you', he said, but then he struck one of those body
builder poses where he puts his  hands together and pulls, that makes the
muscles on his chest and back spread out - his body was  almost like a
triangle.  

"Then he just lifted one leg, like before, and untied a shoe, removed it,
and pulled off that sock, too.  Every time he moved muscles popped out.
He moved like a dancer, he must have been hard to tackle  on the football
field.  

"He repeated the same act with the other foot.  

"I was so horny by now I couldn't stand it.  

"He was standing there, watching me watch him as he took opened his belt
and his pants, and slid  them off, but in that strange way he had, of
lifting his legs out of them, one at a time. I guess it's a  physical
fitness thing or something.  

"I expected he'd be wearing one of those stringy kinds of underwear, but
he had on plain white boxer  shorts.    "He stared at me. I stopped
looking at him in the eyes, and stared at his crotch, instead. He  had a
hard on, sort of like the one I'm touching right now. He took his shorts
off by lowering them to  his knees, then stepping out one leg at a time. 


"He might have been acting cool, but his cock was pointing right at me.
It looked like it was in  proportion to the rest of him. Don't be mad at
me, honey, but it looked awfully big.  

"What happened?"  

"He stood at the foot of the bed."  

"Yeah?"  

"He began pulling the sheet down."  

 "Oh, yeah. . ."  

"Jim, it was so sensual, feeling the sheet slide down my body. My legs
were apart, so it slipped  between them. What a turn on! As it got lower,
I put my knees back together. But talk about feeling  exposed, and not in
control, and helpless. Wow!"  

"What did he do? Don't be teasing me!!!"  

"He moved to the side of the bed. I thought he wanted me to go down on
him, and you know, I was  horny enough to want to,  But he stood there,
looking at me for a minute, with that big penis  throbbing."  

"What happened, dammit?"  

"He got some of the pillows, put a hand under the small of my back, and
lifted me up, and he put  them under my hips, and put me down again."  

"Just like that?"  

"I guess I helped him when he lifted me."  

"I can't stand this!"  

"How do you think I felt?  My ass was lifted up on the pillows, I was all
arched like I was at the top  of a pelvic thrust at the gym, my hands
were hooked onto my ankles, and he was just looking at me."  

"Show me."  

Helen assumed the position she described. Go ahead, have your wife or
girlfriend do it, you'll see.  But I promise you, if you do it now, you
aren't going to get back to reading this story for a while.  

"Well, what happened?"  

"He knelt at the foot of the bed, and I watched him as he put a hand on
each knee, and just spread my  legs."  

"Oh, Helen, I'm almost ready to come again."  

"Me too. I can't tell you how helpless and horny I was, all exposed like
that, and the pillow just  raised my hips. He could have done anything to
me, and that would be OK."  

"Anyhow, there was no touching or foreplay. I didn't need any. He got
between my legs, his cock  found my vagina, and he . . . he did what
you're doing to me, again!"  

We had another pair of climaxes.  

When our pulses got to near normal, she told the rest of the story. I
guess he screwed the woman who  became my wife for 45 minutes, and never
came. But she sure did.  

Then he took the handcuffs off her.  

"I asked him if I could make him come, too", she told me. He said that
when he holds himself back  for so long, he just can't come for a while. 


She told me she stayed with him for another hour, just holding each
other.  

Then he said that as much as he liked it, if she stayed much longer she'd
have to spend the night here,  and he didn't think that was a good idea. 


"I told him I'd like to satisfy him the way he satisfied me, or any other
way. I even started to kiss his  belly, and move down on him,  but he
said he couldn't, any more, that night. "Maybe next time I'm on  Long
Island, or when you are in Miami, we can get together again", he said.  

"So after a while I kissed him goodnight, and went home.  

"And that's my story. I'm not proud of it, but it let me open myself up
to relationships again. It's one  of the things that let me fall in love
with you."  

"Wow", I said. "You are a hot number. How many times did we fuck tonight,
over that story?"  

"Hours worth. I can think of three times. You know, I never expected you
to get off on that story, I  was just hoping you wouldn't be mad at me,
or anything."  

"I didn't think it would excite me that much, either. I didn't think
hearing about someone else making  love to you would be a turn on."  

We finally went to sleep.  

Luckily, the next day was Saturday, so we slept late. We woke, and
without even speaking, began to  make love.  

At one point I was on Helen, holding her hands above her head, taking
long slow strokes, when she  said "I know what you are thinking about.
I'm thinking about the same thing."  

That was enough to set me off, again.  

Later, while we were still in bed. . .  

"Helen, honey?"  

"Yes?"  

"Are you going to call Fred?"   "You mean, and tell him I'm married, and
all? I probably should."  

"Do you want to do that?"  

"It's the right thing to do, Jim. I do owe him a call."  

We were cuddling again.  

"Well, don't you owe him more than that?"  

"What do you mean. Oh, wait. Are you getting ANOTHER hard-on?"  

"Yes I am."  

"What would you like me to do?"  

"Well, what if you'd call, and," by now I had my hand on her vagina "and
say you'd like to see him  again, maybe tonight."  

The heat coming from her cunt, and the wetness, was unmistakable.  

"If I wasn't married, maybe I would do that, but I am, so it's not a good
idea."   

The little movements her hips were making told the truth.  

I pressed my plan some more. "Here's my idea. Call him. Talk to him a
while. See if he still turns you  on. If he does, and if he asks you to
meet him at the hotel again, that's OK, too. We both owe him  something,
don't we, and you're the only one who an pay up!  

"If you do go,  I'll make reservations - is he at the same hotel? and
we'll go together, and you meet  him, have fun, and afterwards come to
our room, and we'll do it all over again."  

"That's sick, but it's some idea. What a way to spend a Saturday night,
screwing around."  

"Yep."  

Now we were sitting up in bed. I moved my hand to her lap, then lower. I
found the opening I was  looking for, and moved a finger along it, up,
and down. I felt heat increasing, and moisture, too.  

"Stop that, you're getting me all excited."  

I took my hand away, but before Helen could relax, replaced it with my
mouth.  

"Stop it!"  

A moment went by. I wouldn't stop!  

"OK, I'll do it but only if you help. Call my office, you listen to the
voice mail, and get his number."  

I lifted my head from her lap. Grabbed the phone. Called, collected her
messages. There were 5,  including the one we wanted.  

She watched as I dialed the Marriett. I had to try 4 times, for some
reason my hand was shaking.  

She listened as I said "Room 530, please."  

But she did take the phone when I gave it to her.  

"Hi, Fred, it's Helen. I got your message."  

My fingers moved back between her legs, found the pocket, moved in, a
little.  

She moved the phone a little away from her ear so I could hear, too.   

"It's good to hear your voice, too. How long will you be here?"  

I head a strong voice say he stopped on Long Island to see some friends,
and he hoped her, and was  going to Boston tomorrow night.  

"So soon? How come you're so rushed?"  

He said something about taking a seminar there next week, but that he
wanted to see how she was  doing, and hoped to see her, too.  

"I'm fine", she said. She paused as I shoved a finger into her, then she
said "I'd like to see you, too."  

He said something about relieved because he was worried she wouldn't see
him because of what he  did last time.  

She responded "My prescription for all of that kind of worry is to find a
nice Jewish girl from Long  Island who's strong enough to help you relax.
I think I heard a line like that a couple of years ago."  

Now there was some serious finger fucking going on, and the hand Helen
was not using for the  phone was stroking my cock.  

"Sure, I can arrange for you to meet a woman like that tonight."  

He said something. She said "No, it won't be like the last time. You
don't get to take charge. But I'll  bet we have a good time."  

Pause.  

"OK, at the bar about nine tonight. Sounds great."  

Pause.  

"See you then. 'bye."  

"Is that what you wanted to hear, honey?"  

I showed her it was.  

The day went slowly. Finally, 7 PM.  

Helen dressed. I watched.  

bikini panties.  

A camisole, no bra.  

A silky blouse.  

A pretty skirt, also silky.  

When she walked towards the light her legs were silhouetted beautifully. 


"Don't you need a slip?"  

"No. I'll be sure only the people I want to are going to see what you
just saw."  

I packed an overnight kit for both of us, and we were at the Marriett by
8, and stopped in the dark  parking lot.  

"You are in a real rush to get your wife screwed, aren't you?", she said.
 

"You don't seem to be too reluctant, either."  

"I'm not! I never expected to be doing this, but . . .well, here we are."
 

She waited in the car. I checked in, went to the car, gave her the card
key. "Honey, our room's on the  5th floor too". . , kissed her, and went
into the lounge.  

I sat at a table in the back. There were a couple of other guys there,
too, but none looked like what I  expected Fred to look like.  

Helen came in a few minutes before nine, sat at the bar. She looked
great!  

No sooner did a glass of wine appear in front of her than this mass of a
man appeared at the door. I  knew it was him! As she was raising the
glass to her lips, he crossed behind her, moving - how to  describe it? -
like mercury pouring.   

Hand on her shoulder.  

She turned, startled, only to see him, and before she had a chance to
react, as he leaned forward, and  kissed her neck. "What a move", I
thought.  

I watched as he said something - he was standing behind her, one hand on
her waist, and the other,  on her thigh.  

I watched, and when his body language made it look like he was ready to
leave, I stood, and started  walking out. At almost the same time, he
took her hand, and lead her towards the door, too.  

I led the procession from the lounge toward the elevators.  

Got in, held the door for this - I admit it - hunk of a man who was
holding my wife's hand and who  was going to fuck her, too. I tried to
avoid her eyes.  

I pressed "5" - he reached too, saw it already pressed. "Excuse me, sir,"
 he said. "I'd been waiting a  while to do this."  As the door closed he
turned from me to Helen, took her in his arms, and kissed  her cheek.   

Her eyes were open, she looked at me, then returned his embrace, opened
her mouth, turned and  kissed him back, and I saw her press her body to
his. While she winked at me.  

The door opened. My room - our room, that is - was in the opposite
direction than his. I got to it,  fumbled with the lock, while he opened
his.  

And the last I saw of her, before she was going to be fucked by some
other guy, was as she was  picked up, and carried through the door. Her
skirt was already up, and the last thing I saw was her  hand, over his
shoulder, waving at me.  

I wondered if every man in a similar circumstance did what I did.  I
ordered room service, had a drink,  stripped, masturbated. Watched TV,
masturbated again.  

In about an hour, I heard my door open, and Helen came in.  

"I hope you're not mad."  

I grabbed her, pulled her to the bed.  

"Tell me!"  

"That's the reaction I hoped for."  

She got out of bed.  

Blouse off. Skirt off. Her camisole was still on.   

"He wanted to keep my panties."  

She came into bed.  

"Kiss me."  

I did.  

"What do you taste?"  

"I don't know."  

"You might be tasting his lips," she said, as she reached for my cock,
"or you might be tasting. . ."  

"What???"  

 "Well, 20 minutes ago his 'this'" - she tugged on my cock - "was there."
 

I nearly erupted in her hand.  

She took my hand, moved it to her hip, to her crotch.  

"Guess what you feel."  

She was wet, a little sticky.  

I couldn't wait. Rolled on her, got my cock in her.  Found her all
expanded, wet, horny. "Honey, I  couldn't have an orgasm with him," she
said. "But this time, he sure did. A couple of times. Now, you  give me
one."  

I gave one to both of us.  

Finally, we slept.  

The next morning she re-enacted everything that happened to her. Except I
couldn't carry her the way  Fred did.  

And we had to use my belt, instead of hand cuffs, to fasten my hands to
the bed frame the way she  cuffed his.  

"Well, it was his turn" Helen explained.  

I'm still not sure I believe what she showed me she did to him. Well,
some things, like fucking him, I  do believe. But her fingers were here
and there, her mouth all over his body, and his in this place, and  that.
. . well I'm not sure.  

But it did liven up our own sex lives, not that it was dull.  

Oh, we've decided any more stuff with Fred would make our lives more
complicated - that account is  even, and ended.  

Still, sometimes, she'll point to a guy, or I will, and we'll say.
something about him being as big as  Fred. . ."Remember?"   

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