Now,
where would she put it?" Gina asked in a whisper. Tracy wasn't due home for another hour but she
didn't want to waste time. One of the very first rules she learned when she was snatched up by 'The
Agency' was that she had to maintain a journal of her innermost feelings. This meant that every
girl who belonged to the Agency kept a diary. Gina checked Tracy's dresser drawers...nothing. Under
her pillow...nope. Then she saw something underneath the Vanity Table and smiled. "It has to be!"
When she reached underneath and pulled out the diary, she yelled. "YES"! Gina sat down on Tracy's
bed and opened it up. As much as she wanted to read all of it, she knew she wouldn't have time, so
she flipped the pages until she found the week when they became roommates. *** "Dear Diary, 16
August 2000 God, I'm so happy! Last night was one of the best nights I've had since my 'turning'
and I have Gina to thank for it! It's so nice to be able to talk to her...she's so smart. She
reminds me of this college professor I had. Not only smart, she's gorgeous. I can't stop looking at
her. She's a lawyer...well...at least she was one before... Now, she's like me. We talked all night
and hugged and cried. It felt good to finally talk to someone who could relate first hand... I hope
that doesn't make me sound too selfish. I feel really good when I'm with Gina and look forward to
many more intimate discussions now that we're roommates. *** Dear Diary, 17 August 2000 Mr.
McCarthy let me out early yesterday so I could go shopping with Gina. It was really fun. We have
such a great time together. I was a little nervous being out in public but Gina helped me through
it. To look at the both of us, nobody would suspect what we've become. Just before I left, Mr.
McCarthy fucked me real good...and just writing about it has me wet. If Mr. McCarthy let me, I'd be
with him all the time. Its weird...he's turned me into his own personal sex slave and made me his
secretary, but yet I can't help gushing at the thought of him. Gina and I tried on a bunch of new
skirts...and some lingerie. I'm feeling really horny at the moment...got to go. *** Dear Diary, 18
August 2000 I've tricked my mind into believing otherwise but I can't go without addressing it
anymore. Something strange is happening to me. I'm having intimate thoughts about Gina. I find
myself thinking about her when I'm masturbating. Of course, Mr. McCarthy dominates the majority of
my thoughts...but every now and then I get an image of Gina. She did look spectacular in that
lingerie she tried on at the store. *** Dear Diary, 19 August 2000 I'm not imagining it. I can't
stop thinking about Gina...and when I do there's no denying the sexual desire I feel. I think I'm
falling in love with her and I'm scared. Mr. McCarthy said he wouldn't turn me into a lesbian so
I'm confused as to why I feel this way. I get so wet just thinking about her. I keep on telling
myself that it is only natural that we become close...given the circumstances, but I never thought
I'd want to be this close. God, I'm blushing just from writing this... not to mention what I'm
feeling down... oh god! *** Dear Diary, 20 August 2000 I'm soooo busted. Gina saw me looking
through the open door while she was going to the bathroom. She's such a 'hottie'. Later on I heard
her masturbating and I was tempted to join her, but I'd just die if she said 'no'. I've never seen
another girl get off before and I can picture her with her legs spread fingering her clit. *** Dear
Diary, 21 August 2000 Gina didn't say anything to me about me staring at her. I never thought that
watching another girl sitting down on the toilet could be so erotic. I think I've fallen in love. I
understand Mr. McCarthy owns me outright and I can't deny him anything, but lately Gina is the one
I love. I want to go to her...but something is preventing me. I'm not sure what it is. Its like I
feel so passive every time I'm around her. I wish she would kiss me. *** Gina carefully placed the
diary back where she found it and left Tracy's bedroom. Her confessions hit her like a ton of
bricks and she felt overwhelmed with emotions. If she had known Tracy felt this way earlier she
would have went to her. Tonight would be different... tonight she would make love to her. Gina
still found it hard to believe how quickly she fell for Tracy. Never in her life had she thought
about sleeping with another girl...but the mere thought of seducing Tracy was incredibly arousing.
Was it because they were going through the same experience? Or was it because the Agency had done
something to them to alter them sexually? She thought about Dave and still felt that 'need' to be
with him. Here he stripped away her life and turned her into this quivering sex addict and the only
thing she wanted to do was please him. II. 'This was it' Tracy thought with anticipation. Gina was
actually making a move on her and she felt so damn docile that she couldn't have stopped her if she
wanted to... not that she wanted to. "Gina... I've never been with a girl before." Tracy stammered.
"Me neither Tracy...but it isn't just sex... I feel more for you." Tracy bashfully smiled. "Does
Mr. McCarthy know how you feel about me?" Gina asked. "Not yet...our weekly meeting is tomorrow.
How about Mr. Sanders...does he know?" "We're having a meeting Wednesday morning." Gina replied.
Gina reached over with her hand and brushed Tracy's long blonde hair out of her face. Then she
caressed her with the back of her fingers. Tracy closed her eyes and groaned. "Stand-up and turn
around." Gina whispered. Tracy stood up on shaky legs...and then allowed Gina to pull her dress up
over her head. Gina then unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Was this really happening?
"Turn around." Gina whispered in her right ear. Tracy turned and saw that her roommate had also
stripped naked... she was beautiful. "I don't believe we're doing this." she whispered. "You still
want too...right?" Gina whispered back. "God yes... more than anything... I...I need you." Tracy
responded. "Tracy...I love you. I know it's only been a week and that we belong to someone else,
but there is no denying how I feel about you." "I know... I feel the same way." Tracy whispered
back. Gina moved in close and kissed her. At first they were shy in their exploration of each
others mouth, but shyness gave way to desire and soon they were kissing passionately. Gina moved
her hand down to play with Tracy's breasts while her other hand cupped her ass. Tracy didn't think
it could get any better than this until Gina slipped her hand down between her legs and entered
her. Tracy came. "Come." Gina whispered while removing her fingers. "I did." Tracy whispered...
then giggled... then blushed. Gina led Tracy to her bedroom. Ever since her 'turning' she had hoped
that she wouldn't turn gay and now she was eagerly anxious for her first lesbian experience.
"You're so beautiful." Gina stated as she looked down at her. Tracy just smiled in response. "I can
see why Mr. McCarthy selected you." She added, eliciting a smile from the both of them. Gina moved
her face in-between Tracy's legs...and with her tongue she lightly teased her pussy. Tracy couldn't
stop her body from squirming around and when Gina mouthed her vulva, she exploded with another
orgasm. "Oh god! Please...pleaaasseee don't stop." She begged. Tracy had never really been noisy
during sex until her 'turning', but just like she was with Mr. McCarthy, she was the same with
Gina, and she screamed out with every lick and flick of her lover's tongue. When she came for her
third time, she came big and cried out at the top of her lungs. Gina looked up from between her
creamed filled thighs and giggled. II. (Next morning, Maxwell McCarthy's Office, Regional
Headquarters, Northern California) "It is very nice to meet you sir." Dave Sanders stated while
shaking Mr. Johnson's hand. The man was distinguished looking with just a tad bit of gray at his
temples. "The pleasure is all mine Dave. Max has told me a lot of positive things about you and I
know you'll be a fine asset to our organization." "Thank you sir." Dave replied. "He's rather
anxious to learn what his role will be." Mr. McCarthy interjected with a smile. Mr. Johnson smiled
and nodded his head. "Of course... Understand though... you are still only told what you need to
know." "Yes sir." Replied Dave. "Let me inform Tracy to hold my calls." Mr. McCarthy stated while
he walked over to his desk. "Tracy... we don't want to be disturbed." "Yes sir." Tracy's soft voice
replied through the phone speaker. When they were all comfortably seated, Mr. Johnson started.
"Dave... as you've pretty much surmised, the Agency is a very unique organization. On one hand
we're a legitimate international law firm that specializes in corporate law. We produce a quarterly
revenue exceeding 2 billion dollars and to the outside world we are the epitome of good business."
"We have over twenty legitimate offices world wide which include our oversea offices in Paris,
London and Denmark." Mr. McCarthy added. "Now to be blunt and straight forward... it's all a front
for something much bigger. It isn't by accident that you were recruited and to be honest we've had
our eyes on you for the last five years. And despite your rather impressive law credentials, that
wasn't why we hired you." Dave sat up in his chair... then what could it possibly be? "You're here
because of Samuel Harrington." "My Uncle!" Dave replied with shock. "My Uncle Sam is part of this!"
"Yes... he's Vice-President of Operations and one of the original members of the 'Agency'." "This
is incredible! Can I talk to him?" "He's overseas in Australia at this exact moment but he told me
to tell you that he's flying in to visit you personally. He'll be calling you later with more
details." Dave was reeling in shock. "We have six of these type offices." Mr. Johnson stated. "In
addition to this office, there's an office in LA, Houston, St. Louis, Boston, and Boca Raton,
Florida. Have you noticed how many office girls there are?" "Twenty... if you aren't including
personal secretaries." Dave replied. "Very observant... and I wasn't. Each one of our offices is
staffed with twenty girls and everyday they spend close to one hour in training. These girls are
being programmed to perform covert operations inside governmental agencies. Everything they learn
is becoming second nature to them. Incidentally, your Uncle sits on the committee that heads this
specific program." "This is amazing." Dave commented. "Their mission, via their incredible sexual
charms, is simple. Establish trust and love from their bosses. Some will be senators... some
congressman... and other key government executives." "This sounds like blackmail...but something
tells me it's much more." Dave stated. "Very astute. It's true we go to great lengths to video tape
the politicians with their pants down... sort of speak, but the blackmail element is only a front
in the event the worst case scenario goes down. Trust me when I say that these girls will be able
to exert powerful control over these targets." "More mind control?" "No. Not necessary... We
believe that there isn't a more powerful emotion than sex and our girls are trained to be
irresistible. Our targets may think that they are the ones in control... especially given how
incredibly docile we make our girls, but in reality the girls can be incredibly persuasive when
they want to be...and we want them to be." "How come you don't use the same methods to control the
politicians as you do to control the girls?" Dave asked. Mr. McCarthy, who had been pretty much
quiet, interjected. "We're told it has something to do with the chemistry... bottom line, the
programming doesn't work on males." Dave was about to ask a question when Mr. McCarthy interrupted
him. "You're probably thinking that there are plenty of female politicians... and you're right, but
to turn a politician into an Agency girl is a last resort." Mr. Johnson added. "Now... this brings
us to you." Dave felt nervous... finally... his role. III. Tracy found herself feeling anxious for
the meeting to end...and was happy to see Mr. Johnson and Mr. Sanders come out of the office. She
had no idea what they had discussed behind closed doors, but she really didn't care. She still
glowed from her incredibly satisfying lovemaking last night and if it weren't for the damn rules,
she would have engaged in another session this morning. Gina had done things to her last night that
she didn't think were possible and she wanted to share her happiness with Mr. McCarthy. "Hi
Tracy... how are you feeling this morning?" Mr. McCarthy asked from his doorway. "Wonderful sir."
Tracy replied...elated from his attentions. "Are you ready for our session?" "Yes Sir!" Tracy
exclaimed with excitement. She loved how her body responded to him. "Yes, it appears that you are."
Mr. McCarthy replied with a glint in his eyes... and then added. "I was thinking that today we
could reverse the order and proceed straight to my private room." Tracy's breasts pitched forward
and her eyes lit up. She had to bite her tongue in order to stop herself from squealing. "Yes Sir!"
she exclaimed again. "Get Tina Matthews to cover for you and I'll meet you inside our special
room." "Yes Sir!" Tracy replied and quickly hit the intercom. "Tina! I need you to cover for me...
please hurry." Tracy was wet and aroused when she made love to Gina, but this desire was much more
intense. When Tina arrived, she quickly briefed her...then quickly disappeared inside Mr.
McCarthy's office. When she entered the bedroom, Mr. McCarthy was already naked...and sporting a
huge erection. "Get out of the clothes Tracy." Tracy practically ripped the clothes off her body
and seconds later climbed on top, mounting him... but no sooner had she lowered herself on top of
him, he suddenly flipped her over on her back and began pumping into her! Tracy screamed out with
every one of his strokes as one orgasm after another crashed over her. IV. (Two hours later) Max
looked over at Tracy and grinned. She sat there quite naked looking incredibly 'hot'...as she told
him about her new relationship with Gina. He had known the second he saw her this morning that she
and Gina had done it and he couldn't get the image of the two of them out of his head. "I could
tell... you were beaming this morning." "Yes sir. I...I never thought it could feel so good." She
murmured with a smile. "I must admit I'm slightly surprised... I thought you were one hundred
percent 'hetero'." "I...I thought so too sir...but Gina and I... well, we kind of fell in love."
Tracy blushed. "I couldn't be more happier for you.

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" Max said... feeling genuinely happy for his
favorite pet. "I knew you two would hit it off and become best friends...but like I said I didn't
think you'd become intimate with one another... at least not so soon." Max lied. "I...I still can't
believe it but I'm glad it happened." "Enjoy it... and don't fret about labels. This doesn't mean
that you're a lesbian. I think I just proved that... didn't I?" Tracy blushed again and for the
first time since her 'turning', she giggled. Max thought her giggle was very becoming...especially
since it was genuine. "Now, you did read the chapter on being intimate with your roommate, right?"
"Yes sir." "Good girl." Max responded, watching his blonde doll beam with joy. "Would you like
another round?" Max asked with a grin. Tracy bounced out of her chair with a squeal of delight...
Max loved what this did to her healthy rack. V. (About 35 miles outside San Francisco) D Christina
Trinity scrutinized herself in the mirror. This was becoming a ritual as of late. "They're too
small." She concluded. Wasn't it last week that she thanked 'god' that they weren't bigger because
of her jogging? Christina turned a little for a profile look and smiled... At least they're perky.
Christina grazed the palms of her hands over her erect nipples and the contact sent a flash of wet
heat down below. 'God, I just got done masturbating.' She thought... "What's with me?' She said out
loud... then giggled. A whole week had gone by since her awakening... at least that is what she
called it. It was as if someone had thrown a light-switch on, igniting her passion. She was a
virgin and as sexy as she looked, she never really tuned into her own sexuality before. Now,
however, she couldn't get enough of herself. Still, the biggest change wasn't the fact that she was
constantly in 'heat' but for whom she was constantly in 'heat' for. Christina didn't want to
believe it at first but thanks to the way her body reacted, there was no way she could deny it. She
was attracted to her own sex. Lately, she'd been stealing glances at girls with big tits and it
seemed that the mere sight of them set her on fire. She found it all incredibly amazing... here
she'd gone through high school without ever once thinking about girls in this way and now she
couldn't stop fantasizing about them. Christina brought her hands up to cup her small
tits...pushing them up from underneath. "I wish they were bigger." She complained out loud. Just as
she was about to give in to her ever increasing desires again she heard a tap on her bedroom door.
"Don't come in! I'm not dressed." She yelled. "You're still not dressed? Well hurry up then...
Bobby is here to see you." Her mother said through the door. Christina thought about Bobby for a
second and wished he'd stop coming around. At first, Christina thought it was Bobby that suddenly
lit a fire inside of her but she quickly learned that it wasn't a guy her body wanted. Why didn't
he appeal to her anymore? He's cute... for a guy that is. Then the image of Linda appeared. Linda
Thorn was what they called a lipstick lesbian and had been a classmate of hers in high school. She
looked like she belonged on the cover of Vogue and Christina reflected on the time Linda hit on
her. She freaked back then and avoided her. Now, however, she had wet dreams about her and
fantasized sucking on her big healthy tits! What was it about big tits now that turned her on? She
moved over to her dresser to get her clothes. Quickly, she slipped on her new thong panties and
then picked up her bra. 'I should get a boob job.' She thought with conviction. She remembered
reading where a bunch of graduating high school girls from out east all received boob jobs for
their graduation gift. At the time she thought how ridiculous it all was but now she wished that
she were one of those girls. Christina thought she should start searching the net to find out who
the best in this field was. First, though, she had to get rid of Bobby and then she could get
online. Christina quickly slipped on a pair of jeans and then her loose fitting tee shirt. She
looked at herself in the mirror and thought she looked a mess... a sexy mess, but a mess
nonetheless. She didn't care though... it was only Bobby downstairs. She wished it were Linda. VI.
(Next morning at the residence of Tom Cyr) Tom Cyr had to hold Zoey down as he licked up and along
her creamy filled pussy. She tasted incredibly delicious and couldn't get enough of her. He then
moved up along her body and replaced his mouth with his hard cock... easily sliding into her. Zoey
tightened her pussy muscles eliciting a groan from the both of them. As he thrust into her, she
whimpered for him to fuck her harder. Tom felt Zoey's body squirm underneath him and buck her
pelvis up with every stroke. He then held back in order to tease her, knowing it would make their
fucking all the more enjoyable. When he couldn't wait any longer, he rammed straight into her again
and this time she screamed out in orgasm while he did the same.  20 year old Zoey Hurley lay
there in blissful exhaustion. Tom was incredible and so very good to her. Now this was the life...
screw acting... screw being a celebrity... this was without doubt the most pleasurable life she
could ever imagine. Zoey was well aware that the new 'her' was artificially programmed but the more
she thought about it, the more she loved it... never realizing how incredibly sexual being
submissive could be. She recognized that she had it great, and from what she saw, she was more
fortunate than a lot of other girls. Zoey's mind drifted back to her first few months while her
right hand idly played with her shaven pussy. She remembered the first time she fucked Tom and how
incredible it was. She'd never experienced anything like this in Hollywood! She wasn't naive when
it came to sex...and she had her share of partners... both guys and girls, but Tom was like an
addiction. Her priorities changed and her whole reason for living now was to please him. VII. (Same
morning...a few hours later, Dave's private room, Regional Headquarters, Northern California) Gina
wiggled her rump up enticingly, crying out as Dave entered her from behind. "Fuck me!" she
screamed...wanting it harder and faster. "A little different than a tongue job from your new girl
friend...isn't it?" Dave chuckled. "God yes! Fuck me harder!" she again begged. Gina wasn't sure
what had prompted this sudden change in Dave but she loved it. This morning he had come in and
ordered her to his special room. Her reaction was part arousal, part fear. It was so unlike him. He
then proceeded to tear her clothes right off her body and by the time she was naked, she was
leaking with need! He then positioned her on her hands and knees...lifted her rump up perfectly and
then rammed into her, fucking her over and over again. "Someone...uuggghhh...someone close to me
recommended... ahhhhh... recommended that I remind you who your first priority is... It's important
you remember this." Gina didn't say a word...other than to scream out with another orgasm. She
didn't notice when Wendy entered the room. Then Dave suddenly pulled out of her and climbed off the
bed. Gina looked over her shoulder with confusion. "Please... please don't stop." and that was when
she saw Wendy. "Wendy is going to finish you up...and while she's tonguing you, I'm going to be
ramming into her." "But...but I'm... I'm not into girls." Gina responded...not understanding why
Dave was doing this to her. "You know Gina, another one of the recommendations was to make it clear
to you that everything beyond being my loyal servant is a privilege... which includes your latest
love. Just to set the record straight, Tracy is very much a girl...and a damn hot one to boot... so
therefore you must be into girls." "But that's different... we're in love." Gina
pleaded...wondering why he was being so mean. "Yes...but this loving relationship you two have is
only because Mr. McCarthy and I are allowing it...and might I add that if I so chose, I could have
you doing a different girl every day for the rest of your life." "But I don't feel anything for the
other girls." Gina responded fearfully. "Gina Marie Honey... watch Wendy strip." As instructed Gina
turned to watch Wendy strip and suddenly she felt a strange warmth deep inside of her. Something
was happening to her and the realization of what it was had her completely baffled. When Wendy was
naked, Gina looked at her with a mixture of confusion and desire. She wanted Wendy. She wanted to
touch her... She wanted to kiss her... She wanted to make love to her. She just didn't know why.
"Do you feel it Gina?" Dave asked. "Yes." Gina replied...hypnotized by the sight of Wendy as her
breathing quickened. "What would you like Wendy to do?" Dave asked. Gina blushed at her strange new
desire but that didn't stop her from spreading her legs. "I...I want her to eat me." Gina
replied...blushing even more. VIII. (On a flight back to the United States from the land of down
under) Sam Harrington was pleased at how the meeting went. They had been looking at opening an
'Agency' office in Australia and things were starting to take off. Now, though, he was anxious to
get back to the states to visit his nephew. It had been a year since he last was out to San
Francisco and he thought about calling his wife to meet him there. Sam looked down at the young
woman before him. Her mouth was wrapped around his knob while her tongue licked along his shaft.
His mind drifted back to a time nearly fifteen years ago when he was first introduced to this oral
worship. That girl eventually became his first wife. Suzanne Snow... Incredibly sexy and a former
student of his when he taught Law. The first thing he did upon becoming a member of the 'Agency'
was to get in contact with her. It wasn't that difficult to track her down... she was an assistant
DA and making a name for herself. They met for lunch and he proposed to her right there in the
restaurant. At first she thought he was joking, but when she realized how serious he was, she tried
playing it off like she was flattered...but not interested. Sam would have been surprised if Suzy
was interested in him, but for old time's sake, he wanted to give her the opportunity to accept his
proposal willingly. Sam contacted Dr. Sharp's office and talked his assistant, Tom Cyr, and the
next time Suzy and him met for lunch, it was at her request. He could tell that Suzy was struggling
with her new feelings, especially given her personality was used to maintaining control. It took a
lot for her to confess that she couldn't stop thinking about him. She finished her confession by
asking him out for a date. Sam could tell from looking at Suzy that she was in a highly aroused
state, and decided that she needed to be taught a lesson. "I don't know Suzy... you really hurt me
when you rejected me last week." He replied. Suzy's eyes lit up in shock. Obviously she wasn't used
to being played with this way. "You're a fine piece of ass... and I bet you're a hot fuck, but my
proposition last week was to marry you. Not to date you." Suzy's blush deepened while her breath
quickened and her breasts pitched forward. "Yes." She finally mumbled. "Yes what?" Sam asked.
"Yes... I'll marry you." Suzy whispered. "Like I said... that proposition was for last week. I'm
not sure whether I should rush into this without sampling your charms." "Please then... Please make
love to me." She responded. "Look... based on the way you treated me last week, it'll probably be
sometime before I make love to you. Now fucking you is another matter all together." Sam added.
Suzy sat there with downcast eyes. "Please fuck me." "I think you owe me an apology before I honor
you with a fuck." "I'm sorry Sam... I don't know what I was thinking when I turned you down last
week. I... I would love you to fuck me... and I hope... I wish to marry you." Suzy whispered,
blushing. "I'm sure you do...but I was thinking your apology could be a bit more creative." Suzy
sat there stunned... turning even a darker shade of red. She looked around the restaurant, and then
dropped a napkin. She got down on her knees to pick it up but instead of retaking her seat...she
crawled underneath the tablecloth. Sam looked around the restaurant himself, and saw that there
were a few patrons that saw this, so he smiled at them. One of the patrons smiled back. Sam felt
Suzy's fingers unzip his trousers and within seconds she pulled out his throbbing cock and placed
her mouth over the head. Sam had received blowjobs before, but never like this one! He didn't even
have to ask her to swallow. Sam was good to his wives and his harem of other girls. But he was also
a firm believer that they be put in their place right from the start. This way they would always
know their place. Sam had stressed this to his nephew on the phone... especially after learning how
close he was to this girl, Gina. He reflected back to all his ex-wives and acknowledged that he
still loved them. Not necessarily as one loves their wife, but more like they were pets. That was
why he made it a point to shift their sexual orientation before divorcing them. He couldn't imagine
another guy fucking them. Of course, Suzanne, Darlene, and Debbie had no idea that their sudden
interest in girls was via artificial means... or that their divorce was his doing. Sam was just
about to shoot his load. "Make sure none of it gets on my clothes." he stated and seconds later he
shot a hot stream of cum down the girl's throat. The girl eagerly slurped it up, swallowing, and
licked her lips. It was obvious that she was savoring the taste of him. Sam smiled and patted her
on the head. She was a new trinket that he had spotted in a restaurant. She was the hostess... now
she was his personal sex slave. Sam remarried for the forth time last month to a girl he spotted in
a television commercial. The background investigation indicated that she was the half sister of a
well-known actress. Rank does have its privileges and Sam wanted the young beauty, therefore he
acquired her despite the risk. Tammy's family questioned her decision to run off with an older man,
but when they saw how genuinely in love she was, they reluctantly gave her their blessings. Tammy
had turned twenty-one a week before they were married. Sam's mind drifted back to David. Maybe he'd
let Dave sample his new wife. Nothing wrong with keeping it all in the family. Sam looked down and
smiled... then patted the girl's head one more time. "Good girl... Now get up and clean yourself.
Rejoin me when you're dressed. "Yes sir." She replied...beaming with joy. Life in 'The Agency' was
good. 

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