Interface

Carefully, Jay laid the compact disk in the CD tray, then watched it slowly retreat into the bowels of his computer. Colors danced across the monitor until a blue field filled the screen with the title 'Virtual Sex'. A gray box with a single button commanded the very center of the blue field entitled: 'Go'.

He eyed the simple gray button with doubt in his green eyes. Jay picked up the colorful envelope that had originally contained the rainbow hued disk then leaned back in his tall-backed leather office chair.

"The most realistic virtual sex experience of a lifetime," he read out loud sarcastically. Below the advertisement blurb was the word 'demo.' He flipped the envelope over and glanced at the back. Totally blank; no pictures or even text.

"Right, sure, and I'm only supposed to use my headphones with this thing?" he said, raising a skeptical brow. As an experienced programmer Jay had run across lots of programs touting themselves as 'virtual sex.' Nothing so far had come close to living up to its name.

"Right, whatever. This is the first time I've ever seen a virtual sex program that didn't have lots of weird and expensive equipment to go with it," Jay sighed then leaned over to lock the door to his room. The last thing he wanted was one of his roommates to barge in while he was sitting here with his dick in his hand. He combed his fingers through his shoulder-length, dark red hair then pulled up his mostly clean t-shirt. Slowly he unzipped his jeans and shoved them down around his ankles then spread his knees wide to give himself some room to maneuver. He stared at the simple gray 'Go' button on the screen.

"Let's see what this thing can do," he muttered. With grave doubts, he pulled his high-tech head-phones over his ears then clicked the 'Go' button.

"Close your eyes," appeared in bold type, centered in an empty blue field on his computer screen. A curser dash blinked after the words.

"Whatever…" he mumbled then closed his eyes with a disgusted sigh.

A whisper brushed his left ear then breezed around behind him to hum in his right ear. Music swelled from a distant echo shifting and changing until it sounded reminiscent of something done by Enigma. He felt a breath on his cheek.

"What?" he said with a jerk and his eyes snapped open. He was still sitting in his chair, but the rest of the world was totally different. He was completely nude and his chair was seated in a total void. There was a Persian rug below the chair but there appeared to be no flooring, walls or ceiling, just unrelieved white. He clapped his hands to his ears. The headphones were gone. He couldn't feel them at all, but he could still hear music playing subtly in the background.

Three gorgeous completely nude women knelt on the rug in front of his knees. Lust slammed low in his gut and surged straight to his dick.

The woman on his left was tallest of the trio and willowy with long athletic legs and a dark tan. She had Hollywood curves, like an hourglass with an extra five minutes at all the right places, slim hips and severely upright, very full breasts with pink nipples. Long silky blonde hair slid past her waist and her brilliant blue eyes were framed in dark lashes. Her lips were pink, pouty and glistening wet.

The woman on his right was very generously curved and muscular with warm cocoa skin and very long, pitch-black curly hair. Dark nipples pointed upward on magnificent breasts. Her dark bangs cut straight as a razor above rich chocolate eyes. She smiled with full red lips. The pink tip of her tongue slid out to wet them.

The woman in the middle caught his gaze and held it. Her eyes were the green of new leaves and her hair was the vibrant red of gilded flames. Blazing waves tumbled over one emerald eye then over her shoulders and down to the middle of her back. Her skin was milky white and her body was full and curvy without being overblown. Her hips were rounded with a narrow waist and her full breasts were tipped with warm pink nipples. Her lips were moist and touched with gold and cinnamon.

"Wow…" he choked. His dick began to twitch and fill with serious interest. All three stood up before his chair. Three sets of incredible nipples were pointed directly at his mouth.

"Choose," they said with machine precision unison and in perfect tonal harmony. Their combined gaze was playing havoc with his libido.

'Holy fuck,' he swore to himself. Chills ran down his spine and the hair on his arms stood at attention. His dick was growing painfully hard. 'This is the most incredible program I've ever run across and we haven't even started fucking!' He reached out and rubbed his dick to ease the strain he was starting to feel. 'I feel pretty real,' he thought. I wonder how real they feel?'

"You must pick one of us," said the golden blonde in a sweet delicate voice and a luscious smile.

"What?" He had to pick only one? 'What the hell,' he told himself, 'it's only a game, might as well make the most of it.' Jay leaned back to let his cock have room. Three pairs of eyes dropped to his lap. The ladies all smiled and a light chuckle came from the delicate blonde.

"We are here to serve you," said the dark beauty in a husky voice that oozed heat.

"Make your selection," said the gilded redhead in a rich contralto that went straight to his cock. It twitched in reaction. He blushed in reaction then shrugged it off.

"Can I have all of you?" Jay choked out and straightened in the chair, trying to make himself and his hard-on, more comfortable.

"This is only the demo version," they said in unison.

"There can be, only one," added the glorious redhead.

"In that case…" He reached out and took the hand of the redhead. 'Damn,' he thought in surprise, 'she feels awfully real to me. This is one hell of a program!' He cleared his throat in nervousness. "I choose you." His voice shook.

The other two ladies bowed then stepped back and vanished into thin air.

"Hey!" Jay yelped in surprise. "My, people sure come and go around here," he quoted, thinking of a popular children's movie.

The flame-haired temptress smiled, her eyes deep pools of emerald, she leaned over his chair. He felt the weight of her hand as she took hold of the shoulder of his chair for balance. Her hair swept around him in a curtain of flaming silk. The heavy softness of her hair brushed his skin like cool hand on his heated skin. She leaned forward and touched her lips to his.

Moist warmth touched his mouth and he opened without thinking, closing his eyes to enjoy the sensations. Her tongue darted in to stroke his and he returned the caress. Jay turned his head to more fully cover her lips. She pressed her full breasts against his chest and he felt her hard nipples against his skin. She pressed against him, her skin very smooth, almost cool against him.

'She certainly feel real,' Jay thought staggered with the experience.

He felt a warm hand wrap around his hard-on. Gently she explored the soft smoothness of his urgent flesh, the smooth length then the swollen purple head with its sensitive edge. She wrapped her fingers around him then stroked him slowly, but firmly, up then down, then again. Her inquisitive fingers stopped then slid lower. He shifted in the chair to let her explore. Her hand dove under him to explore his firm balls, rolling them gently in her palm.

He groaned as she burrowed the other arm behind him and scooted her warm and very real weight onto his lap and she was straddling him.

The arms on his chair disappeared suddenly and he grabbed her for balance. His palms pressed against skin hat felt warm and very much alive. She cradled his hardness with the moist and heated entrance of her clean body, fragrant with female heat and her gripping palm.

"God, you smell so good…" he groaned. He ran his palms down her back to cup her round buttocks. Gently he dug his fingers into her resilient flesh. He was suddenly glad of his wiry build, or they both would have never fit in his chair.

"Give me a name, Master," she whispered then moved down to slide her lips and tongue against his throat. A hand burrowed in his hair, nails scoring him lightly. Her other hand stroked his hardness slowly, achingly slowly.

"Master… I like that," he shivered under her damp tongue and firm palm, "but call me Jay."

"Very well," she sighed. "Give me a name, Jay," she sighed then nibbled against the pronounced muscle in his neck with sharp little teeth. She released his cock and pressed both hands against his chest, her fingers tugged on his nipples lightly. Heat streaked straight down, making his cock jump between them.

"A name?" he shifted his hardness against her. Her damp pussy slid against his erection enticingly. He could feel moisture from her dripping warmly down his shaft. He filled his hands with her soft breasts. He molded them in his palms then tugged gently on her nipples. She whimpered softly.

"You must give me a name, to save your game," she insisted.

"Oh, okay… um, how about..." he was having trouble thinking. God this felt good. This was a game? Hell, this was only the demo? He was probably asleep and dreaming, but God, he'd never dreamed anything like this before! Briefly a comic book image came to mind. "Dawn, your name is Dawn." He shuddered as she lifted herself against him, pressing her breasts against his face.

"I am Dawn," she said as she pressed against him. He filled his mouth with a soft pink nipple. She tasted faintly of cinnamon and sugar. Bringing his hands up, he gently crushed both nipples to his lips. His tongue swirled then he sucked, drawing the erect pink flesh deep into his mouth. She rewarded him with a deep pleasurable sigh.

She shifted against him, centering his impossibly hard shaft against her pussy. He felt her move against the swollen head of his cock then position herself so that he was partway in. He groaned at the teasing then tightened his ass muscles, seeking entrance. She dropped suddenly into his lap, engulfing his cock deep into her pussy. They both grunted, then sighed in pleasure.

She leaned forward and rocked against the hardness deep in her flesh. Her damp heat squeezed around him then tugged, gripping him hard as she came up and he slid partway out, slick with her moisture. She settled back onto his shaft and leaned forward again. The chair rocked under them.

'She's good, she's getting it just right… shit!' he though in agony. He raised his hips and ground his painfully hard cock up into her softness, increasing the tempo. He bit his lip in concentration. He didn't want to lose it, this early in the game, but sweet Christ!

She took the hint and rocked a little faster, digging her toes into the rug for leverage. He took a sweet nipple into his mouth and sucked. She whimpered softly then grabbed the back of the chair pulling herself, going a little faster, grinding a little harder. Her hips writhed and she twisted around his shaft. Her breathing increased and she panted in his ear. Tiny whimpers became outright moans as she squeezed her ass muscles, increasing the pressure around his cock.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned. "Fuck, fuck FUCK!" he swore. He could feel the tightness in his balls, he was going to cum. Tension sizzled up his spine, shooting up the back of his neck. His toes dug into the rug as he surged hard up into the softness clenched around his cock. He grabbed for her hips and slammed her down, holding her firmly on his cock as he felt his cum surge from his balls. He rocked forward, holding her pinned as he pumped his cream into her. She screamed her orgasm, her flesh shuddering around him, milking the cum from his cock…

He howled… and snapped awake.

Jay watched, hands clenched on the arms of his chair, as a thick rope of his cum spurted from his dick straight up to spatter against his chest and chin. He grunted in surprise then grabbed for his dick, pointing the heavy stream he continued to pump out, away from his face. He groaned in agonizing pleasure as his cum landed on his keyboard in viscous white clumps. He couldn't stop himself as grunting, he pumped cum all over his computer and himself.

"Jesus Fuck!" He swore. He'd never, ever cum that way before. Damn, the shit was everywhere, all over his face, jeans, his shirt and the floor too. How the hell was he going to clean this mess up?

On the cum-spattered monitor the words: 'Game Over' blinked in red. Beneath it was the phrase: 'Game saved – DAWN'.

"I gotta buy the rest of this game!" Jay said in wonder. "Shit! How the hell am I gon'na get all the cum off my keyboard?"

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Kanin From Zia

He sent me the dream again last night. I always had crazy dreams, but ever since Kanin started talking to me in my head, my dreams changed; now they're about him. I know what he looks like from the dreams, but I've never seen him in person before. My dreams always start off with a stranger showing up, doing something to provoke my Daddy. Then I get in the picture, and then I get bit. All I can do is hold onto my dreams, since I don't know when he will come for me.

The dream I had last night was no different. My Daddy and I are inside my room, in our house, doing something or other, and suddenly, I see a flash of movement outside. My eyes peer out the window, and low and behold, some crazy person has parked their Winnebego in our back yard. The damn fool just opened the gate and pulled right on in. Of course, my Daddy comes running over all excited.

"What is it, darling?" he yells.

We both freeze. I can feel my heart racing, and my Daddy's breathing slows to a dead stop. The door to the white bus opens, and out steps a god. In my dreams there is always the same good looking man that knows my name, and makes me wet. Well, here he is.

Kanin's tall and kind of leathery looking. His face is tight and mysterious, and he's deadly handsome. He's got long, brown wavy hair that ends right at his shoulders, and he's muscular - the kind of muscular you can see in a working man's hands and arms. I can't see his body since he's covered by his jacket head to boots, but his hands, powerful and long. He looks up at us, and smiles as he tips his hat. "Come down to me," I hear in my mind. Jesus all mighty if I could jump out this window and land on his face, I'd be willing to die.

My Daddy starts moving side to side in his boots, and I can hear little ululations coming from his throat. Then he's gone. I turn back to the window, and Kanin is still there, staring at me. Fever burns my skin when I hear my Daddy snap his shotgun closed. I run after him screaming for him to stop. "Let me see what he wants," I say, practically begging my Daddy to put down his gun. But I already know. It's always the same thing. Kanin wants to fuck me in my mind, and damn if I'm gonna let Daddy shoot him before he does it.

My Daddy shifts angrily in his boots, and looks me straight in the eye. I know he's thinking about my Mama.

"My gun will be pointing at his head," he says.

Good Lord. Why is this necessary?

I slowly turn and head outside. No matter what is said, I always look forward to this part of the dream. I'm just glad I beat my Daddy out this time. The porch door cracks as I open it. Damn it's hot. The sun blinds my country blue eyes. Kanin's still standing there, leaning on his trailer. I put my hands on my sides real cocky like (he likes it when I do that). "Do you have a death wish or something?" I think to him. He smiles at me.

I carefully walk toward him, praying my Daddy won't shudder or nothing, and blow my head off accidentally.

"Thank you for saving me from a most wretched confrontation," Kanin thinks to me, blowing me a kiss.

I can hear him speaking in my head. It's his voice. Kanin's voice. Been speaking to me for a month. His voice starts in my mind, then works its way down to my heart, squeezing it awfully. Why won't Kanin let us be alone in my dreams? "Just what do you think you're doing?" I say. Man alive, he is good looking. His eyes look like green marbles. I can feel them pierce right through me. I fight my feet to keep them under my dress.

"I came to see you, of course. You knew that I was coming."

Yeah, I knew. From that voice, so dang elegant. I look back at the door, afraid of what my Daddy is doing inside. Then, with a sigh, I look back at Kanin. "Are you crazy?" I ask him. Breath in, breath out. I can't slow my heart. My body knows something I don't, and it won't share with my head.

"There is no need to worry my love. This is only a dream, like all the ones before it."

I know it, but it feels so real. "Why do we have to do this every time? Why involve my Daddy?" I think to him. My hands find their way across my chest. Whenever Kanin comes in my dreams, I think it's really happening. He's really here.

"Please do not ask questions. Just play along for now."

"What did you come here for?" I ask him, like I don't already know.

"I'm here to take you, Faye; here to take you to Zia."

"Then take me, I'm ready," I think to him. Kanin smiles at me, then his eyes drop down to my tits. Oh God, I'm getting wet. My heart's banging like a hammer. "No more dreams," I think to him. I can hear him. Hear his voice in my head. He's telling me things, wonderful things, about sex, about what he wants to do to me. My body sizzles in this on going heat.

"Do you want me, Faye?" he thinks.

Yes! Yes, please tell me.

"Close your eyes," he says grinning.

I lean my head back, and he starts the vision. His strong stomach is laying next to me on my bed. Fat beads of crystal sweat run down my face, and I'm saying it's hot. I stand up and peel away my floral pink dress, sending it to the floor. All I have on are old, beat-up black boots, with silver toes. My breasts are heaving and my nipples hard.

He turns his head, and smiles at me, but I am still looking at his golden stomach, covered in twisted brown hair. His hand moves down his black pants, and pulls his zipper down. In a spasm of movement, I see his cock spring up from a crop of pubs. Thick and fleshy. Standing straight up, looking at me, daring me.

"Oh my God," I say out loud, licking my lips, like I'm possessed. I swear I can feel his hands on me.

My crotch is swollen with want, the fluids running down my thighs. I might die from this heat, I think. Then it moves. Bobs back and forth, and he laughs out loud. All I can do is stare it down. The little jacket of flesh covering the head spits something out. My eyes follow the clear drip all the way down to the bush. He holds him arm out to me.

I don't want to be doing nothing else but this, every minute with him. He knows it.

I crawl into bed on all fours and slowly straddle him. My lips find his, and I taste his desire. I want this to last forever, but I know it won't. I slam down on him, and before I know it, he has my tits in his mouth, and I'm screaming like a howler monkey. All I can think is it feels so good. Nothing else like it in the whole world gives me that sensation. Not even Pistachio ice cream. It's good and all, but not like this.

My face trembles as I look over at the circulating fan. I feel it blow hot air around us, but it can't ever cool this heat. I won't let it.

I'm arching my back now, crying out my orgasm. And he's still bobbing me up and down on his hard cock.

"I will not leave here without you, Faye."

Shock smacks me in the face when he suddenly speaks out loud. I look at him mean-like. Damn him for interrupting that vision. My clit is crying. "What did you stop for?" I think to him. A slinky smile spills across his face. I swallow hard. This is starting to scare me, cause of what's coming next. It always scares me a little, but I like it. "You'd better get out of here if you don't want your head blown clean off."

Kanin straightens up, no longer leaning against his bus.

"I mean it. One of your kind already came for my Mama. My Daddy vows it ain't gonna happen twice."

"I came here for you, and I'm not leaving without you."

"Good," I think to him, stomping my boot on the ground. That same slinky smile jumps back across his face.

In a flash, I feel him on me. He's got me down on the grass, and I'm writhing, crying below him, yelling for him to stop, but I don't really want him to.

His hands are all over me, and I'm squirming underneath him, hoping I won't soak my underwear through before my Daddy shoots him.

Suddenly he stops, and leans his jaw against my neck.

"I love you, Faye," he whispers, then he does it.

Just like always in my dreams. First the pressure, then the prick. And I don't mean his pecker. His teeth I'm saying. They puncture my neck, and I open my mouth to scream, but I can't. His fangs bore into me, sending me into a frenzy of jerks. My eyes glaze over, and I don't even see the bullet when it rips his head off. Then I wake up.

Same dream every time. I mean sometimes it's a space ship, not a bus, and sometimes he just flies down in his jacket. But it's always near my house, it's always hot, he always shows me a vision of us fucking in my mind, and my Daddy always shoots him with a shotgun.

Oh, by the way, I'm Faye, Faye Barlett. Presently, I'm working in a barn, milking sweet old Bessie, on my Daddy's farm. In case your wondering, I'm nineteen, and about five foot six. My hair is yellow blonde, it hangs just a little past my shoulders, and I have freckles all over my face. I don't live in the middle of nowhere, but you can see it from here. Town's real small. Its only got about five hundred people. This town used to be alive, run over with folk, but the vampires ran them all off.

"There ain't no vampires," I remember Jack, my big jerky brother laughing one time, while he cored an apple. "It's just bullshit meant to scare us."

I admit I found it hard to believe. All the trouble started about two months ago. People started screaming, finding their animals dead and sucked dry. They said the carcasses had two big holes in them, like bites or something. Back then I thought everyone had gone nuts.

Once a person got bit, that was it. The town went crazy. People screamed it was vampires. And that was that. Most people packed up their bags and took off. But not my Daddy. He said if the vampires come, he would teach them a lesson.

But my Mama was terrified. She told me something bad would happen to her if we didn't leave right away. She said she could feel someone coming. Someone strong.

I asked her how she knew, and she told me he spoke to her. Sometimes I'd catch her staring at the table. Her face was pale and mighty frightening, and her eyes looked mad. That's when I knew; I knew he was speaking to her. She said he would whisper crazy things to her, even when she was in church! He would tell her what being a vampire is like. He said it was easy. You could fly, and feel the world around you. Go anywhere. Live forever. Be feared by all. Hear noises a million miles away. He said he was gonna take her to Zia, the planet all vampires were from, and change her there. But she didn't want it. She was a Christian woman after all.

I didn't know if I believed her. But when she spoke, it all seemed so God awful bad, and I hated to see my Mama upset like that. And sure enough, turned out she was right.

One night the wood floor past my room creaked, and woke me up. I saw her flash by and wondered where the heck she was going so late. I put on my robe, and chased her down the stairs outside.

There he was. I will never forget the moment I saw him. Count something or other. I can never remember his name, on account it is foreign and long. He was a vision. Standing in the middle of the yard with his cape out. He was damn good looking. His hair was white. So was his face. I couldn't make out his eyes, but he was huge. Much bigger than my Daddy or Jack. And there was something about him. I could feel it in the wind. A force or something.

I could see my Mama was fighting him. It's like she was being pulled, and couldn't stop her feet. I heard her cry out for help, and I began to run to her, but I was frozen. I noticed the Count had lifted his long arm at me. For the life of me I couldn't move my feet. Later Kanin said it was the Count. Put a spell on me or something. The count finally grabbed her, and closed her up in his cape. Then they took off in the black sky. It hasn't been the same around here since that night the Count took her. Jack left home after that. Said he couldn't stand being without Mama. We all loved her. If you ask me, I think Jack just couldn't stand the thought of one of them taking her away.

I thought to Kanin once, "why didn't you come for me like that?" He said it wasn't his way; he doesn't want me afraid. That's why he's doing it this way, fucking me in my mind while I'm sleeping, getting me used to him slowly. He says it will get me ready for what it will be like when he comes for me. That way, it will be real special when he comes. We can ascend to Zia together (his words not mine), and I can see Mama. A kind vampire? I'll be damned. I just want to be with him.

"You about done, sugar?"

I turn and see my Daddy standing at the opening of the barn, holding a lantern. I can barely see him, since it's so dark outside. Got to be another hour till sunrise. "Ten more minutes," I say, smiling at him. The straw crunches under his foot as he turns to leave.

Bessie's starting to get upset. "It's all right, girl." She's usually real content when I come for her in the morning, but now she won't let me finish milking her. She's clopping all over the ground. Down right disturbed. I'm afraid she's gonna knock over my lantern and start a barn fire. "Easy, easy," I say. Her black and white coat feels fuzzy against my cheek.

"Faye?"

I freeze. So does Bessie. My eyes level off. My mind goes blank. All there is, is his voice in the darkness. Bessie starts hollering. Her brown eyes are glistening. Can it be he's really here? Or am I dreaming?

"Kanin?" I think, not bothering to turn around. I can feel him. He's smiling at me. I don't have to look, I know he's finally here to take me to Zia. Suddenly, I don't care about the farm, my Daddy or Jack. My breathing is sparse. I feel his presence over me. I didn't even hear him come in the barn.

"Do you want me, Faye?" he thinks to me.

I can feel his dead breath on my neck.

"Like a goldfish wants water."

His hands find my waist, and they gently pull me up. My hands let go of Bessie. I moan in my mind feeling his hands slide my skirt up. He bends me over, and pulls my underwear down. I have wanted this forever.

Kanin's hands spread my legs open. His fingers find my clit. I'm wetter than the pail of milk sitting at my feet. His razor sharp fingernails are barely scratching my lips. I can't hardly stand this; he's patting my pussy with his palm. "Please!" I scream in my mind, squeezing my eyes shut.

I hear his pants unzip. Thank the Lord on high. His cock grinds against my thigh, and slowly he pulls my lips open, and slides it in. His pecker's poking me all the way to my stomach. I hear him moan behind me, while he's thinking my name. With every push of his cock, I'm on the brink of orgasm. "Faster!" I scream out loud.

He's working me like a churn works butter; fucking me from behind like a prize stud. His fingers find my tits. He gropes me from outside of my dress. My nipples are hard as pebbles. I never knew it could be this way. People always said vampires were blood sucking monsters. They didn't know Kanin. I'm melting in this heat with every bang I feel against my ass. My orgasms drilling out from the inside. I'm coming! "Kanin!" I scream feeling his teeth bury their way in my back. I grab for his hand, his hand finds mine and he squeezes it.

All the sudden, there's a yell from behind us. I feel Kanin's teeth pull out of my back.

"Get your hands off my girl!" I hear my Daddy growl.

Kanin and I turn around at the same time. Kanin's mouth is all red with my blood.

My Daddy's looking down his shotgun that's aimed at Kanin's head.

Kanin throws his jacket around me, and I feel my body jerk up.

"Darling!" I can hear my Daddy screaming beneath us.

I hear a bullet zing around the barn as we crash through the roof. Poor Bessie's squealing.

"Sorry Daddy," I whisper, "but I'm going."

Seems like we're flying forever. Kanin's thinking to me, rubbing my back where he bit me, telling me it's all right, we'll be happy together in Zia. I'm clutching to him, like a baby clutches to it's mama's finger. I can already feel my body changing. Feels weird; it's like I know where everything is without seeing it. I can sense heat and life.

"Tell me again," I say to him. "Tell me what Zia's like."

Kanin starts a vision in my mind. He sets us down on an orange pathway, and peels back his jacket. I look up to see purple sky. Vampires, dressed like kings, are floating through air that ripples around us, like tiny waves over the ocean. It reminds me of the time I ate those wild mushrooms I found on the farm, and I thought Bessie was talking to me.

"What in the face of Lily May?" I say, staring straight ahead.

It's Mama; she's standing right in front of us. "Mama?" I think. She nods at me. She can hear my thoughts! She looks like a queen, dressed in a green flowing gown, with gold lace. She smiles sweetly at us. Her face is smooth and pale. She looks young, tight, perfect. I can't believe it's her. She hugs me so hard I think my bones will crack, and when I look to my right, my eyes grow wide inside my head. It's Count what's his face. Like before, he's still white and good looking. He's smiling at me too. My Mama lets go of me, and walks over to him, taking his hand in hers.

Never before have I felt this alive.

"We will be there soon," Kanin thinks to me.

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Repititions

He lived where few dared tread, nursing a meager pension that barely paid for his daily needs. Life was hard here on the desert, where the preservation of water was almost as sacred as life itself. Yet the solitary life held its private rewards with an iron grip, protecting its own from the ravages of pressure and identity with the serenity of its auburn skies. His nights were filled with the deserts song and the dreams of eternity, and he hungered for little, knowing that possession feeds upon itself.

It was during a cold and starry night that she came to him on her ship of a thousand winds. Unlike any he had known she appeared as a vision and spoke through his mind’s eye of ages past and futures lost. Her plight was as timeless as her flowing lines, merging on themselves in a delicately haunting tune of grace and nurturance. She had searched the seas of stars for one who’s seed might offer the tranquility her offspring would require in an expanding universe of technocracy and apathy. She chose him for his unevasive wisdom, and gentle acceptance of all things under the sun.

They would spend a night of passion in the sand, unfolding their secrets and caressing their cares. Few would achieve the flight of ecstasy they shared that gentle night, and fewer still would allow the glorious creature to escape with nary a whimper as he. With their song still echoing its ecstasies in his being, she disappeared into the starry sea without promises while nurturing his last best hopes for humanity.

He would perish alone yet fulfilled.

She arrived on a beam of light in the midst of a dark night to and enslaved world of greed and poverty. Her heart cried out at the lonely desperation that flooded her senses and she fled into the desert wilderness of her forefather only to find his remains blowing through time. Sleep would flee her this night as she struggled to understand this world of plenty where most was given to an elect few. Her tears would flow as petals from a dying rose and she would come to know of the evil that men do is as universal a characteristic as the love they hunger for. Her departure would go unnoticed by all save a nameless vagrant that was awakened from his drunken dreams by a brilliant beam of life. He remains sober to this day.

Several cycles would pass before she had attained the wisdom to understand this world and return to its madness. Arriving in a remote community by the sea on a particularly cool and humid night, she strolled through the sand towards the time-worn vessel of a man lost in his loneliness. Her hands soothed his hardened heart as she guided him from the pounding surf up into the trees that surrounded the rocky shoreline. He smiled up at her with a toothy grin, surrendering himself completely to the soft touch of his angel. She felt the love he had imprisoned for decades began to flow from within, and she caressed his tired, weather-worn lines with timeless gentleness, caressing his fears from their bastions into the open sea air.

Despite the chill from the northerly autumn winds, he was warmed by her embrace and found himself caressing her flawless beauty with the childlike curiosity that only virginity can embrace. She responded with grace and empathy, awakening senses that long ago retired in futility. Their caresses became more bold and assuming, until they were totally disrobed and starving for one another. Impassioned, they rolled through the sand, locked in a lovers embrace that enjoined not only their longing spirits, but the universality of timeless love itself. In and unending symphony of unselfish beauty they brought each other to the brink of passionate ecstasy, only to withdraw much as the sea from its earthy host.

The cycle of ecstasy continued until, in one blinding moment, the became enjoined ultimately, and with the rush of the winds, their passions exploded across the seas of time in the harmony of the heavens. Then, just as her Mother had conceived in ages past, so too did she, feeling the warmth of his essence fulfill the desperate yearnings she had suppressed through the ages. As their passions ebbed, she allowed herself the luxury of his intimate embrace until his spirit begrudgingly fled. Through the night she held his lifeless form and sang songs of tomorrow as the peace within her flowed through time. The early light of morning would find her a free spirit, dancing through the stars on her way home. His corpse would endure the ravishes of the morning tide to eventually drift out to sea and vanish.

And for one night, the world would know peace.

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Safe from Harm

Caroline could feel their hands running all over her body. Three guys, three pairs of hands, each focusing on a different area of her body.

Three college boys, as good looking as any she'd ever seen. They'd chatted her up at a bar while her friends looked on, and to make them jealous she decided to take off with all of them. It wasn't until they were in the car on the way back that she had found out their names: Peter, the soccer player, lithe and toned; John, the football player, built and strong; and Jason, the basketball player, muscular, but with soft hands. In the car they'd made small talk, while the sexual tension had built up around them. They were painfully shy, but Caroline had become used to it. Most were when they first met her; a 5. 8" brunette with shoulder length hair, 34CC breasts, and legs to die for. Back at Peter's house she had stood in the middle of the living room and said, "So are you guys going to touch me or not?"

"How about it boys? Do you all want to fuck me?" She looked at each of them with lust filled eyes.

"Hell yeah!" they chimed in unison. "Well how about getting these clothes off me?" In a flash they were all over her, one ripping her shirt off, the other two pulling off her skirt. Her bra came off easily and her panties provided little resistance to the well muscled men that stood in front of her.

"Now that's not fair boys. Here I am naked and you guys aren't even undressed. Now strip!" Moments later she admired their naked frames, and their sizeable cocks. "That's what I like to see. " Licking her lips she dropped to her knees in front of John, and planted her mouth right onto his cock. Reaching out she masturbated the others while she sucked and licked John's cock. She could feel each cock expanding, and she would stop sucking every now and then to talk to them, "Come on boys, do you like seeing me suck cock? Do you want to feel my mouth as well?" She decided to alternate between each cock, and before long all the boys were dying to cum in her mouth.

But Caroline had other plans. She lay back onto the sofa, and invited them to do what they wanted. In a flash Jason had grabbed her legs, and thrust his cock into her soaking pussy, while the other two flanked her and massaged her breasts. Caroline grabbed the two free cocks and stroked them while Jason fucked her. "Come on Jason, yeah I love your cock in my wet pussy. Fuck me please, that's it, I want you to cum inside me, I want to feel your cum shooting inside me. Oooh that's it!" Jason moaned and grabbed her hips as he shouted out, "Oh yes!" and began to ejaculate inside her. She could feel the spunk shooting into her and she moaned out her first orgasm of the night. Jason was soon replaced by Peter, who decided that he felt like fucking her from behind. So Caroline got on her knees on the floor, spunk still dripping from her pussy, and let Jason grind his hips into hers from behind. John positioned himself in front of her, and she attacked his cock with gusto, vigourously bobbing her head up and down, letting his huge cock slip all the way into her throat. Soon she had built up a rythme, each thrust from Peter pushing John's cock into her throat. She would lift her lips from John every now and then to continue to talk dirty. Before long she heard Peter start to groan, so she started to caress John's balls. "Come on boys, I want you guys to cum all over me!" She quickly pulled away from them and lay down. "Cum on me!" She rubbed her pussy and played with her breasts as they masturbated over her, and it wasn't long before their cocks exploded, spraying over her face and her breasts while she moaned with her second orgasm of the night, "Yes, that's it, cum all over me uuh, I love being covered with cum. "

"Thanks boys." The image dissolved in front of her. First the visor came off, then the body suit as she stripped off her work clothes. Then a shower to wash the smell off. Porn was boring, but it paid well, so she did it to make ends meet while trying to work her way up to bigger things. People were so predictable. She had done the cum slut routine so many times it was easy money. At least those college boys were good looking though. The worse was ugly old men drooling over her, while she had to watch and smile as if she was loving every minute of it. Very rarely she would get a guy that actually treated her like a real person, and she would exploit that to the full, sometimes even experiencing an orgasm herself. Absentmindedly her hands crept down to massage her clit. It had been a long time since she'd had real sex. Her other hand played with her nipples as she had a small orgasm in the shower.

As she walked home a small feeling of despair came over her. Caroline had become a X-tress with dreams of becoming famous, but at the moment she was consigned to doing porn to make ends meet, like so many others in the trade. She knew she had talent, but how was she going to get recognised?

Many years ago a businessman by the name of Bill Gates had a brainstorm. Bill was a big man in the computer industry; having established his software as the major platfrom through a sense of business savvy and a little bit of talent. One day he got fed up with swimming through his money like Scrooge McDuck, and had decided to devote his time to a new project known as the X-box. You see, Bill had seen Sony rake in billions with a little grey box that people played games on. So why not make his own? Cleverly Bill decided to make his X-box a processing masterpiece that would display the best graphics ever seen.

Soon after Bill Gates had made his pool of money a bit deeper. The X-box had delivered the most realistic gaming experience ever seen, and the punters were lapping it up. So Bill, wanting to build a new vault, decided that the only way to take this success further was to make it fully realistic. Ten years later the X-suit was born. A full body suit that was fully flexible and could completely replicate any experience (including sex). Thanks to the internet becoming a global network with unlimited transfer speeds, it became a doddle to set up simulations catering to all tastes.

At first the simulations were simple, small scenarios, while people experimented. Before long companies were setting up interactive soap operas where 'you' decide what happens. Not long after that the porn companies had clicked. Soon there were many competing soaps where a few X-tors would gently push the story along while the punters did whatever they felt like within the scenario. The beauty of the setup was that people could watch what was happening without having to get into a suit and play. Eventually X-shows became the most popular on the web (TV having kicked the bucket a long time ago to make way for the global communications revolution), and anyone starring in these shows became a household name.

After all that we come to the situation of Caroline. Caroline had entered the business three years ago, dreaming of fame, but only experiencing limited success. A couple of parts had fallen flat as studios axed bad ideas for soaps, and she had resorted to porn in desperation. Ironically she had become pretty well known for it, but she didn't want to be typecast as a porn X-tress for the rest of her life. Every night she wished for things to change, and this night was no different as she lay down in bed, and prayed for that big break.

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Sinderella

Once upon a time, not very long ago and not so far away, there lived a girl named Sinderella. Her home was a five-steepled castle that was once a church of a long forgotten religion. It sat on an island that divided a river running with winter's melting snow. All secluded, she lived there with her mother and two sisters. . . . . so she thought. The supposed siblings and mock matriarch were really re-born evangelists who discovered the baby Sin all alone in the white marbled temple, encrusted with flowering ivy. Years ago, as they went door to door, interrupting meals and passing out brochures on chastity, there was a terrible drought and the rivers flow was low. The three crossed over to grand estate, through myriad gardens and rose encrusted arches. They knocked, rang and hooted at the portal but not thwarted at the no-one-is-home ploy, they broke in. Echoes were their only reply in the vast, empty chambers of the castle. Determined to recruit, they searched each room and checked every closet, marveling at the treasures they discovered. Way up in the tippy top attic of the tallest turret, they came upon the abandoned babe. Happy that they found an audience, they thumped, preached and pouted but to no avail, Sin just gurgled in response. Since the accommodations were so appealing, they decided to wait till she was old enough to make them tea and read their pamphlets.

The seasons revolved and Sinderella grew into a fine, strapping young woman with a viral heart and a curious mind. Her long, blond locks curled over supple shoulders and curves swelled the rags that they kept her in. Never knowing her true heritage, she had become the maid of the vast estate, polishing the exotic armor and serving the meals on platinum platters that bore her family name. All through childhood, at any spare moment, the three posing preachers expounded their doctrine, trying to develop in her the perfect discipline, the very model of chastity, purity and piety. But every sermon met with questions and she was only interested in the nasty bits in the Old Testament with all the harems and adulterers. Despite such obstacles to her renunciation of worldly desires, they never gave up. After all, for the oldest of the three women, there was plenty of sacramental wine in the cellar. The middle age woman was content; she had her own bathroom. And the youngest even liked it there; they got cable.

Like veils from an exotic dancer, the years slipped by and to keep idle hands out of the devil's playpen, the three women kept Sin busy with chores. She was never allowed to leave the cathedral and the raging river that flowed on either side kept that edict intact. One would think that Sinderella would be bored cooped up with the three god freaks but fortunately, she had a plethora of little friends that frolicked among her toes as she hung the laundry and wrinkled their noses in sympathetic affection as she sung the blues. There were rabbits and rats, monitors and minks, snakes and snipes, frogs and fraggles (this is a fairy tale, right?). She would feed them by hand, sleep with them at night and watch them copulate with fascination. These acts woke strange but warm feelings deep down inside of Sin. Way up in her loft which looked over the range of her ancestral home, surrendered by exotic and arousing tapestries that she found hidden chests, she would dust covered journal of parties and passions that reveled with in the same castle ages ago. Where as her sisters vaguely admonished her never to do certain things, these texts told her exactly how to do it.

With the door bolted tight, she would strip and nestle under the furs. Graphic illustrations and vivid description soon made it too hot for the furs to cover her as she threw them back, revealing long, creamy thighs that just started to sweat. Hands roamed, trying to sooth her skin that tingled like burning ice. When they found the source of her flames, she could no longer keep her eyes on the pages but she shut them to see a dim vision of what she has been missing. Fortunately, her abode was far from the other inhabitants and even the snakes covered their ears in chagrin from her eruptions of passion. Pleasant as her secret games were, she always felt lonely and missing a vital participant. And as if in answer to her yearning, occasionally a sweet, gentle breeze would whisper in and coolly caresses her steaming body. And in all this time, she never saw a man.

Then one magic day, notice came by means of a homing balloons that there was to be a ball: a gala, a party, a festival, a brew-ha-ha, a dance, a rave, a hoopla, a wing-ding, a jamboree of XTC. When the missionaries read the note, they knew it was time to leave the castle. If there was going to be gathering of sin, the women need to be there to convert the heathens in their dancing, wicked ways and show the light of drab peity. It was their duty, a divine obligation and after all, they have been dying for an occasion to wear all these gorgeous dresses they found in various chests and wardrobes.

But Sinderella, of course, was not allowed to go. They thought that all the debauchery would be too much for her tender years and besides, her left elbow was cuter than their combined cleavage and they would never get asked to dance. The sight of men would be too exciting for one of her years and most importantly, the Prince was going to be there. Thee prince, the one with the pierced nipples, seven chamber bong and who bore the legendary, royal scepter of mastery. The three women, each of whom desperately wanted to get him in a baptismal pool, just drooled at the thought of him in a cassock.

The night of the ball drew nearer and every day Sin begged them to go but she might as well tried asking the statue of St. Abstinence. They only gave her a longer than usual to-do list and told her not to wait up. They pole vaulted over the river, grabbed a cab and zoomed off to the dance with hopes of a good buffet table and getting into a confessional with the Prince.

Poor Sin was left all alone in the palace cathedral of her ancestors, left to scrub table legs and water the cactus. When finally finished, she gathered all of her scaly, furry and feathered friends and did what all discouraged women do when stuck at home on Prom Night. She grabbed a pint of ice cream and drew water for a hot bath. Lighting some curiously shaped candles she found in the cellar and burning aged Jasmine incense, she slowly sank into the bubbles as she fought hard not to think about the dance and Prince for whom it was thrown. But trying not to think about it only made her dwell on it more. The situation was hopeless. She had nothing to wear and no way of getting there. Oh how she wished she could go! she asked in a silent prayer as she was enveloped by the warm, liquid sanctuary of bubbles.

Suddenly there was a whirl, a fizz and a pop! and with wide open eyes, Sin beheld a quirky old lady with a bird cage top hat and clad from head to foot in a white leather biker attire, with one foot propped up on the rim of the tub. Before Sin could even react, the visitor was asking, "Are you gonna soak in there all night till you’re a raisin or are you going to get your man?"

"Who are you? How did you get in here?" Sin replied as she sunk further into the tub. Although this was the first person she ever met beside her step-family, she was still more amazed than frightened.

"Oh details, details. Aren't you gonna offer me a drink? A whiskey and rainwater would do just fine. With a slice of kiwi," she added. Sin opened her mouth as if to persist in her questioning but then thought about how good that sounded. She returned with the drinks, ready with her barrage of questions, but wily witch beat her to it. You see, she only spoke in questions. She asked, “Say, aren't you gonna be late for the ball?"

This reminder erased any further curiosity Sin had about the Acid Queen's arrival. "There is no way I can get there and besides all I have to wear is this tattered old dress made from sewn together rags," she said.

"Don’t cha like it? You know, the anti-material but elitist, punker-than-thou look? But you want something else, huh?” said the old witch, pulling Sin’s chin up to look into her eyes. "Do you really want to go?"

"Yes," Sin replied.

"Do you really, really want to go?" she asked again.

"Yes!" Sin exclaimed.

"Do you really, really, really-"

"HELL YES!!!!!"

"Okay, Okay, where can I find a few materials to make a new dress?" said the Funky Godmother as her eyes bounced about and finally rested on the little critters that pranced among her feet. "Do you think they would mind?" she said as she scooped up a ferret.

She pulled a full sized magic pool stick out of her pocket and waived it over the scuttling creatures and suddenly they all dropped as if their very insides had disappeared. All that was left was a pile of hides, pelts and skins. Sin was about to say something but the old witch just gave her a wink and chalked up her cue. Another wave over the pile and all the feathers, furs and scales bound together to make a tantalizing dress. As Sinderella slipped it on, all of the candles melted in her glow.

So I have a dress now but how can I get there?, was the plea that came out of her eyes. The weird old witch merely smiled, poked her stick into the bath and popped the plug. As the water drained, it warped and wiggled, seats propping out and a feline head sprouted from the end. The claws on the stands stretched and pawed at the floor, eager to be off.

"But how can I go if my family can recognize me? They would never forgive me," said Sin.

"Oh, I was saving this for Mardi Gras but I suppose you could have it," and the Acid Queen pulled a porcelain mask out of her bag of tricks. It was the color of fresh laden snow on a full-moon night. The expression it bore was one of longing and secrets.

"This is wonderful! I can't believe this is happening! How can I ever thank you?" Sinderella cried.

"What can you do, child? But is life ever that simple? How long does a miracle last? How long is a day? Would you like to be thoroughly embarrassed and make the biggest social faux pas of the century? Will you know when midnight strikes? Now get out of here and have a good time or would like to resume your raisin transformation? Now tell me, which will get you what you want? Playing hard to get or being easy to please?" said the witch and then turned her attention to her cocktail.

With that, the lion’s feet on the bath boat began to run. Sin fell back into the It leapt out of the window, landed in the river, kitty-swam over and in no time was doing a miraculous parallel parking job in a tiny space in front of the royal palace. Sinderella hiked up her dress to run up the front steps, revealing her shapely ankles and milky calves and brought all the guards standing at attention.

The dance was in full swing. There were tiers of drums along the walls, champagne water falls and archers shooting flaming arrows lit the whole place in spectacular, pyro-technical arcs. There were ballerinas moshing and Sufis with hula-hoops. The beat shivered through her body and she felt herself involuntarily doing the pogo. As she swirled and shimmied through the crowds, she spotted her stepmother who was sloshed from the spiked smart drinks and was trying to do the nasty with one of the boy-toys. Her elder-sister was stuck on a virtual reality system, making strange noises and gyrations but strangest of all was the youngest who was suspended above the dance floor in a cage, teasing a hoard of Barbary Pirates to tear at pieces of her clothing. Relieved, Sin didn't have to worry about being caught by any of them. What a party, she thought. Her head was all a whirl of razzmatazz and jazz. She started to spin in circles, faster and faster, letting the whole dance become a blur. Abruptly, she felt a pair of strong hands grab her shoulders and she came to a stop. She opened her eyes and saw no one. One more half spin and she came face to face with one of the cutest guys she ever laid eyes on.

"Love the dress. Let's boogie," was all he said and they started to move as if the music came out of their bodies. Oh how they danced till the sweat began to pour.

It became so hot they stepped outside to the balcony to find some fresh air and privacy. They pussy footed around till one of them (they never told me who) had the courage to make the first move and their very first kiss chilled their blood like a cherry Slurpee and melted their bones like candles in furnace. It was as if their lips were roses left in a drought. The kisses fell like rain, and the petals, slippery and wet, drank it all in gulps. When they stopped to catch their breadth, the Prince said, "I'm so glad that you are here. I thought this party was going to be a dud till I saw you. And the night is so young, it's only a little before midnight now."

"What! I have to go. I'm sorry, you don't know how sorry I am but I really have to go," Sin said.

"Wait, just one more kiss," he said and she couldn't refuse what she most dearly wanted to give. So they lip-dallied a bit longer and every time they made progress toward her magical vehicle, they would kiss even more passionately, desperately, trying to make each kiss last enough to sustain their impending separation but it only deepened the addiction. Finally, they were both standing in her vehicle, the beast purring and shivering nervously. Slowly, it began to move across the orchard-laden grounds. So enraptured in one of these impassioned embraces that it took awhile before Sin noticed the splashing about her feet. Looking down, she smiled at all of her little friends milling about in the bathtub in which they stood. But then her attention was quickly devoted to the fact that she was the only one not wearing clothes. The Prince, ever so compassionate, felt sympathetic to Sin's plight and swiftly did what he could to assimilate their differences. At first, she was quite distressed about her exposure in a bathtub, in a middle of field, with a man she had just met but soon this feeling was replaced with another feeling, lots of feeling. The animals watch in awe as the two splashed around so much that soon there was hardly any water left in the tub. Little matter, for the tub was kept slick with fluids of a different nature. Melting down into a singular embrace, they rolled under the stars, pressing and pushing into each other with whatever friction they could generate. They even made the animals blush when she cried out in delirious reverie.

Sinderella wasn't sure how she had got back. It was a miracle enough that she returned across country and river without a stitch of clothing but bringing the bathtub too was truly impressive. Fortunately, the three re-born revelers were too hung over to notice her absence. She slipped up to her attic quarters, put her rags bag on and stared off through her portal window in the direction of her Prince’s estate. Sin, with a coy smile, asked how the ball was and how she wished she could have gone. The imposters could barely respond and groaned as Sinderella testing the temple bells for tuning. She felt warm and dreamy all week and took a bath whenever the opportunity presented itself. Never knowing anything but sermons and duties, the night’s memory seemed a life-time of joy and pleasure.

Thus, the ball seemed an unreal dream to Sin and a blur to the others when notice came from the royal post master. The Prince was looking for a special girl who was at his ball. He was going door to door, checking all those who were sent an invitation. Even though everyone was wearing a mask, he had a special way of knowing just who she was. You could imagine how the household reacted when they heard this! Well now, double it as they learned that he was to come to their house that very evening. In a fury, the all rushed to get all dolled up again. They didn't even tell poor Sin and as she was sleepy from her bath and had gone to bed early.

One would expect the Prince to have a long train of attendants but as this was a personal matter, he handled this mission alone. Weary from having to explain his dilemma over and over, you could imagine his curiosity when he finally came to ancient cathedral. He crossed the river (he was a good swimmer), rapped on the door. This time, the second visitor is so many decades, the door was flung open readily and he was soon dripping wet on the foyer floor.

"I am looking for my dream lover," he said. Tired of long explanations, he felt that this summed up his mission clearly enough.

The three women nearly exploded with excitement and elbowed their way into his face. "It was me," they cried till they sounded like ducks cackling for food.

"No, no, no. There is only one way to know for sure. You see, it has to. . . Um, fit just right," he said. The women looked at each other quizzically and then all gave blank faces to their visitor. He sighed, looked up despairingly, and explained. When the women finally understood what he meant, they fought even harder to be first to prove their authenticity. The eldest Jehovah Witness tried to pull the age before beauty trick but the other two wouldn't listen and the Prince refused; he wasn't that drunk. But the older sister was too big and when she suggested that he could stretch it, he was reluctant. The younger sister was too small and when she offered to chop some off, he prepared to leave.

Despite their most urgent pleads and best lasso throws, he made it out of the castle. As he left the cathedral grounds, depressed but determined, he was about to jump in the river when he spotted a rabbit giving him one of those, "Hey, don't I know you from somewhere" looks. He returned the same and went over to pat it between the ears. That was when he noticed and followed the rodent chasing a snake that spooked a parrot that flew up the wall into a cat sitting on the windowsill that leapt onto the bed where Sin was sleeping. The scent was unmistakable. It had to be her but he had to be sure. He peeled off his soaking clothes and climbed into the bed. Sin just thought that she was dreaming her dream again. The feel of his arms and chest, slippery and slick, was delicious as he pulled her close. She lifted her arms and he slipped off her night gown, feeling just for a moment the nights chill before the fiery warmth of his body smothered her in layers of tactile ecstasy. She shivered with a tingling itch that she wanted only him to scratch. It pulsed deep inside and there was only one way to find relief, the best way. She opened herself up, from the deepest reaches of her heart and he filled her with a heat that made her glow. They joined together and fit just right.

In the morning, the Prince kicked the three false missionaries out and turned the chastity church into a temple of temptation. All of her animal friends were the priests and the bathtub, their alter. And they lived happily ever after even if they didn't get much sleep.

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