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Firstly the important...
WARNING
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acquaintance of the author, has ever indulged in situations
described in this story; they are solely based on fantasy of the
mind. 
Most stories written by the author are of book-length size and
the first chapter or two are usually taken up "setting the scene"
so to speak. If they are not read or given just cursory glance,
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the reader. Anticipation of what is to come can give as much joy
as "getting there".
There are many more stories in progress but because of the size,
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NEIGHBOURLY TUTOR  (C) December 2001
BOOK ONE
Sexual Fantasy Fiction
by
Writer'sCramp
(Fm, fm, FfmM, rom, humil, coerced, forced, nc, teen, spk, menst, sm, ws, inc, etc)

The Characters:
James (Jimmy) Tailor, aged 15,
Jennifer (Jenny) Tailor, my sister aged 16,
Margie Tailor, my sister aged 13,
Mrs Tailor, my mother,
Bob Tailor, my Dad,
Mrs Esme (Essy) Mercer, our neighbour
Josie Mercer, her daughter, aged nearly 16,
Father Eustice Faustino, family priest.

Synopsis
In Book One:
Fifteen-year-old, Jimmy Tailor finds himself left with the lady
next door while rest of his family goes on vacation. Soon learns
she has designs on his innocence and between her and her
sixteen-year-daughter, they initiate him into sexual awareness.
Is shocked to find that his prudish sister, Jenny, has already
been corrupted by the neighbour and they eventually are mated in
front of their Neighbourly Tutor and her daughter. It doesn't
take long for each to realise that are in love.


In Book Two:
Jimmy and his sister, Jennifer cut their ties with the neighbour
after her male friend tries to take Jimmy for his own love-boy
and their newfound friendship together grows into a passionate
life long love affair. Many sexual adventures are encountered
during this journey with family incest in many forms dominating.


Jimmy's Story
Chapter Two
     Mum and Dad took little notice when I said I was going next
door, She just waved a weak goodbye and Dad didn't even
acknowledge me.  Jenny gave me a one-finger hand sign, grinning
widely as I left and I didn't even see Margie.
     I rang the doorbell at exactly ten o'clock and Mrs Mercer
immediately opened it.  She had to be waiting with her hand on
the door handle, I thought as I self-consciously walked inside. 
"Welcome to our home, James.  Are you sorry you've been handed
over so easily?" Mrs Mercer asked with a wry look at me.
     "No, Mrs Mercer.   It's good of you to look after me," I
said perfunctorily.  I guess I had better get off to a good
start.
     "Come and we'll have tea," she said leading the way into her
living room.  She had certainly furnished her home well as
everything had the look of class and expense, I thought in my
naivety.  Yes she certainly had a nice home.
     "Josie is taking a bath but she'll join us soon," I was
informed as she sat opposite me, her eyes watching my every move.
 "We haven't had a man in the house since my dear husband died
several years ago, James.  I hope you can take his place in the
way he left it." I hadn't a clue what she meant but I said I
hoped so too.
     "Before Josie arrives, I want to lay a few ground rules out,
James. There is no sense in dallying with such things, don't you
think?"
     "Oh, no, Mrs Mercer."
     "Good.  Firstly, Mrs Mercer sounds so formal when we're
going to spend a whole month together.  You can, no you must call
me Ma'am or Mother." She saw me start when she said that and
added, "You look surprised but just remember this.   While you
are under my roof, young man, I am responsible for you just as
much as any mother could me.  Your own mother said as much, you
will recall?" She raised an eyebrow questioningly.
     "Oh, yes, Ma'am."
     "Josie calls me 'Mother' and it would be quite appropriate
for you to do that as well, don't you think?"
     "Yes, Ma'am.  I mean, Mother."
     "Good.  Milk and sugar?"
     "What?  Oh, yes please," I said as I saw her holding a small
milk jug, waiting for my reply.
     "There's no need to be nervous, James.  Are you nervous,
James?"
     "I think so, Ma'...  Mother."
     "Then don't be, I forbid it," she said smiling almost
forcefully.
     "Now let me see.  You already have two sisters so living in
a house with two ladies shouldn't cause you too many problems,"
she stated matter of factly.  "Do you have a girlfriend, James?"
     "Oh, no."
     "Hmm.  Then all you know about ladies is what you've seen
through your sisters?"
     "I suppose so, Ma'...  I mean, Mother."
     "But you respect them.  Ladies, I mean?"
     "Oh, yes, Mother."
     "I must tell you this James.  Josie and I have lived alone
for several years and became used to walking around unclothed
from time to time." Her eyes bored into me so hard that I had to
look away.  I was blushing and felt very uncomfortable.
     "Look at me when I speak to you, young man."
     "I'm sorry, Mother," I said looking up and feeling the hot
flush move deeper.
     "It's natural, surely?  There is no embarrassment for a
mother to see her daughter undressed or vice-versa.  My concern
is that one or the other of us may forget for a moment that you
are now with us and display ourselves.  Do you understand our
dilemma, James?  What would you do if you saw such a spectacle?"
     "I...  I'd say I'm sorry, Mother," I said unconvincingly.
     "But would you be sorry, James?"
     Now was definitely the time to lie.  "Oh, of course."
     "I wonder.  I had a husband, you remember.  I know what men
think when they look at a naked woman.  What do you think when
you see a naked woman, James?"
     "Me?  Oh, I...  I haven't seen..."
     "You've never seen a girl undressed?  I find that hard to
believe, young man, living in a house with two sisters and a
mother.  Never?"
     "No, Ma'am.  I promise."
     "But you have wanted to?"
     "Ma'am?"
     "You have wanted to see them naked, am I right?"
     "I...  I...  I suppose so."
     "In this house, James, you will respect women with all the
reverence they deserve.  Do you understand?  Women's bodies in
this house, James Tailor, will be treated as goddesses.  How
would you treat a goddess, young man?"
     What was I getting myself into, I wondered.  She was almost
saying I would see them   naked.   God, I wished my prick would
go down.  I self-consciously laid my hand over the erection.
     "I don't know, Mother," I said simply.
     "Then I will have to teach you.  And you will learn, believe
me.  Am I correct in assuming you have an erection?"
     "An erec...?" I was at loss for words and thought I was
going to burst into tears.   "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it,
Mother," I added.  If I thought I could have escaped I would have
but her eyes held me still in the chair as though I was bound to
it.
     "One of the things you will learn is that erections are
banned in this house.  Unless I give permission," she added
purposefully after a long pause.  "They are caused by only one
thing, dirty thoughts.  Am I correct?"
     "Yes, Mother," I agreed, letting my eyes fall towards the
floor.  What else could I say?
     "Dirty thoughts do not show respect but lust.  Are you
lusting after me, James Tailor?"
     "Oh, no, Mother.  I promise."
     "I think you are and that you have been imagining how I
would look if I were undressed.   Is that what caused your filthy
erection?  I want the truth now."
     "It just happens, Mother.  I can't help it.  That's the
truth," I added hoping it sounded sincere.
     "You think I am doing this to embarrass you don't you,
James?"
     "I don't think so, Mother.  You said you were telling me the
rules of your house," I said innocently, really thinking she was
indeed wielding this parental power game just like my ownmother.
     "That's probably the nearest thing you said to the
truth so far, young man.  Ground rules have to be set from the
beginning and you will obey them."
     "Yes, Ma'am," I interrupted her.
     "It is for our protection as well as yourself, you must
understand.  I know boys of your age have sexual needs just as
both Josie and I do.  And I will fulfil your needs," she added,
leaning closer towards me.
     "Ma'am?" I asked without realising it.
     "I will give you fulfilment, James but on my terms.   Do you
understand?"
     "I'm...  Not...  Sure, Mother," I answered doubtfully, but
feeling my prick rising again.
     "As a mother I know you have urges that have to be
fulfilled.  It's natural.  But fulfilment has to be earned with
respect and obedience. You like my breasts, don't you?"
     "I..."
     "I've seen you looking at them," she said looking down at
her enormous mounds.  Well that's how they looked to me.
     "I..."
     "There's no need to become all shy again.  It's the truth. 
And I'm sure you want to see them and Josie's too, in the flesh
as it were," she added directly.  "I may let you."
     "What?" I let out an exclamation.
     "But not before you learn to respect us both and show it in
the ways we require.  Only then can I be certain that you
wouldn't brag to all your friends or for that matter, tell your
family when they return."
     "I don't understand, Mother," I half sobbed.
     "Of course you don't, but you will.  How do you think you
could show us the respect we deserve, young man?"
     I had no idea whatsoever and looked down at the cup of tea,
still full for I hadn't had a chance to take even one sip.  I was
too busy hiding my erection and trying to understand what she was
really saying to me.
     "I will tell you and I expect total obedience in this for
the length of your stay.  The first time you see us every
morning, you will kneel on the floor before each of us, bow your
head to the floor and kiss the top of our feet.  Both feet, that
is, as you say 'Good Morning."
     "You mean I..."
     "And seeing as this is the first time you've seen me today,
you can practice now."
     "You want me to do it now, Mother?"
     "I demand it," she hissed fiercely
     Red faced, I knelt on the floor in front of where she was
sitting and bobbed my forehead against the carpet.  "Good
morning, Mother," I said softly then kissed the top of each foot
just above her shoe.   I began to get up when she said, "Stay. 
Wait until I give you permission to rise."
     I settled back again thinking how stupid I felt and worse,
how ridiculous I would look to Josie when I had to do it her as
well.  I'd be the laughing stock of the whole school once she
began to blab.
     "Now listen carefully.  When Josie comes into the room you
will show the same respect to her.  And she is to be addressed as
'Miss Josie' at all times.  Understood?"
     "Yes, Mother," I said, red-faced at the thought of what
Josie would think of me when I did this degrading thing.
     "Now you may rise.  Slowly and keep your eyes on me all the
time."
     As I lifted myself up I saw her legs were parted.  Just
slightly but I saw nothing as my face raced quickly to catch her
eyes.  But they were definitely more parted than before.  I was
being tested.  Her eyes told me that for there was a wicked smile
looking directly at me.
     "So how did you feel about that, Young Man?"
     About what?  I thought.  About me kissing her feet or about
her spread knees?  "I...  I hope I did it correctly, Mother," I
stammered.
     "You will learn to put more sincerity into your obedience
but for a first time it wasn't too bad.  Just don't let me down,
James Tailor," she said with definite warning.
     "No, Mother," I agreed, fighting to keep looking straight at
her.
     "Ah, here's the young lady now.   The Tailor boy is here
Josie," she said as I watched Josie walk into the room, a
superior look in her face.  I knew it was my cue and fall to the
floor in the same degrading way until I felt the carpet against
my forehead again.  "Good morning, Miss Josie," I whispered then
kissed the tops of each foot which were bare.
     "What?" She yelped with a laugh, jumping a step backwards.
     "He is learning to respect you, dear," her mother explained
with a knowing voice.  I had no doubt Josie knew exactly what I
was doing.
     "The most respect would be for him to clear off and leave us
alone," Josie spat out at me, fire in her eyes.  "We don't need
you here," she added.
     "That maybe so, dear," her mother said, "but the fact
remains he will be with us for a whole month.   I'm sure you'll
learn to cope with his intrusion."
     "He'll probably rape me," she said accusingly.
     "If he does, he'll become a eunuch and I'll let you do the
cutting," Mother responded with a sweet smile directly at me.
     "I'd do more than cut his balls off," Josie said
sadistically.
     "I'm sure.  Now dear tell him to rise.  He won't until he's
given permission."
     "Then he can stay that way all day."
     "No, that's not the way to behave.  Accept his respect but
then allow him up.  You can order him to do anything you want
except when he's under instructions from me," Mother told her.
     "Well that's the only way snotty-nosed boys should be
anyway," dear Josie sniffed.  "Get up, slave," she snapped, so I
did.
     Josie did look lovely, I thought.  She was wearing a jumper
that hugged her chest tightly showing off two tits that literally
made my prick stand up stiffly.  God it's going to be difficult,
I thought but with all the things Mother had just said, she had
left the feeling that there was more to me being here than just
being neighbourly.  I wasn't quite sure of what but it seemed
like something illicit was being hatched in her mind.
     I tried to think of something to let my hardness subside but
all I thought of was what was under Josie's jumper.   She wore a
pleated skirt that swished around her hips and came midway
between her knees and her hips.  Her face was round and her dark
hair fell in long strands past her shoulders.  She was slim and I
think very fit.
     "Have you bathed, James?"
     "Last night, Mother," I said.
     "Mother?  She's not your mother," Josie cried out.
     "I am while he's staying here," Josie was informed.
     "But...  But that makes him my...  My brother," she said
aghast at the thought.
     "Yes I suppose it does.  But you are the elder, dear,"
Mother reminded her.
     "Now, James," she continued.  "In this house we bathe
regularly. Every morning and every night as well as the occasions
that you will be required to cleanse yourself in between as well.
 You will always use the bath, showers will not do.  Do you
understand?"
     "Yes, Mother.  But why...?"
     "Never question my instructions, James.   Never, do you
hear?"  Her voice reverberated throughout the room and I saw
Josie smile to herself.
     "Yes, Mother.  I wasn't trying to..."
     "You were questioning my instructions, that's what you were
doing, young man.  Do you know what corporal punishment means,
young man?"
     I looked at Josie and saw her looking at me intently;
waiting for my answer, the same smile of superiority all over her
face and it was truly daunting.
     "I'm...  Not sure, Mother," I stammered.
     "Tell him, Josie."
     "It's when you get your arse reddened," she answered
quickly.
     "Watch your tongue, young lady.   It is punishment that
causes pain. The cane and the tawse.   Doesn't your parents
inflict corporal punishment? The truth now."
     "They've never...  Oh, I've never been caned, Ma'am," I said
with pleading eyes.
     "Well you will while you stay with me, young man.  I can
guarantee it. No matter how well you behave, I always punish in
advance of wrong doing."
     "In advance...?" I didn't understand.
     "You will receive punishment today for the next disobedience
you are guilty of.   Then when you commit the next offence, you
will be punished, again in advance, for the next time you are
guilty.  I find it allows the recalcitrant to know what to expect
the next time they decide to disobey. Isn't that so, Josie?"
     "I suppose so, Mother," she said with a pout.
     "And when was your last punishment, Miss?"
     "Mother," she cried   out.   "Not in front of   this boy.  
It's embarrassing."
     "Just answer, please," Mother pressed.  "Unless you want to
feel the cut of the cane so soon again."
     "Yes, Mother, I'm sorry.  Please no more just yet.  My
bottom...? Oh, it was just yesterday," she finally answered.
     She was genuinely frightened of what might be in store for
her, something I wasn't yet aware of.   It was so scary, how this
woman was beginning to dominate me so soon after my arrival and
yet in the back of my mind I sensed an illicitness that urged me
to remain, to see what she was really meaning. It was almost as
though she was telling me I would experience some kind of sexual
pleasure through it all.  Maybe she meant that she would
experience the pleasure and I would just feel pain.  I suppose
only time would tell. I was frightened and yet drawn deeper
towards the words she hadn't yet spoken.
     "Mother, I don't want to be caned," I pleaded.
     "Stop snivelling.  Of course you may not want to but that's
beside the point.  You will be, and that's that."
     "When, Mother?  When must you do it?"
     "When I'm ready," she snapped back with some satisfaction. 
"Josie, take this pitiful boy and show him his room.  James, you
will do everything your sister tells you.  She knows what she's
allowed to do and what is forbidden.  You yourself will do
nothing unless you're told to.  Do not let me down or you will be
punished twice in one day.  Don't forget that."
     "Yes, Ma'am," I agreed with some trepidation and then
followed Josie as she walked quickly from the room.
     "Wait, Josie.  Let me catch up."
     She turned and stood glaring at me, hand on hips, her legs
wide apart.
     "Listen, worm.  It's bad enough having you live here but
don't you ever call me that again.  You were told how to address
me."  I struggled to remember and then replied, "I'm sorry, Miss
Josie.  I forgot.  I just wanted you to wait until I caught up,"
I explained.
     "I'll certainly never wait for you, you pitiful little slug.
 I don't like men and especially boys; let's get that clear.  All
you want to do is fuck me.  Isn't that right?" Her eyes bored
through me with fierceness.
     "No, Miss Josie.  I wouldn't."
     "If you thought you'd get away with it you throw me to the
ground and stick that filthy thing between your legs right into
me.   That's exactly what you'd do, isn't it?"
     I couldn't believe she'd say anything so filthy.  "I promise
I wouldn't, Miss Josie," I objected with humility but knowing
full well I would do it exactly as she described it except for
the fact that I wouldn't even know where to start.
     "Bullshit," she spat and flounced onwards until she stood at
an open door.  "You'll stay here.  I'm next door and Mum's
straight across the hall," she said pointing to the closed door
opposite.
     I didn't know what to do next.  "Will I unpack my case,
then?"
     "No, I'll do that.  Put it on the bed."
     She was going to unpack my case?   She was going to see my
private things?  She was going to shuffle through my underwear
and things?  And the book?  Oh, she's going to find the book.
     "No, you don't have to do that.  I'll do it," I said,
putting the case on the floor beside the bed.
     "Bloody well do what you're told," she snapped in an
absolutely foul mood.
     She waited, hands on hips again, until I finally gave up and
laid the case out with the lid open.  I knew my face was bright
red from shame at what she would find.
     "Now stand still.  I have some sorting out to do."
     With that she grabbed at the top clothes, some shirts, and
threw then in an untidy heap on the floor.  "You won't need
these.  Nor these," as socks and handkerchiefs were strewn on the
heap.  "My, my. What are these?" She asked with a smirk, holding
up a pair of red underpants.
     "Un...  Underpants, Miss Josie."
     "A bit bright," she said, adding, "for a boy."
     Then more embarrassment as several pairs of boxer shorts
were laughed at and thrown on the heap.  None of my clothes so
far had been kept.  I was getting mad, I knew it, but bit my
tongue to keep quiet.
     "Hmm, I suppose you'd better keep your toiletries.  Couldn't
bare for you to stink of boy smell," she said putting my toilet
bag on the bed. "Ha, ha.  The boy has brought some reading
matter.  What pray tell, do his literary pursuits rise to?" She
looked at the cover.  "It doesn't surprise me," she said with
glee.  "You've brought a sex book into my house, haven't you?"
     To say I was devastated was an understatement.  I had no
idea how to explain it and looked towards the floor with deep
embarrassment.
     "Well?  Say something?"
     "I'm sorry, Miss Josie," was all I could think of.  I might
be fifteen but to stand here and be so humiliated by my so-called
sister was more that any man could take.
     "What is 'Sex Slaves Of The Sheik' all about then, slug?"
     "I don't know, Miss Josie.  I haven't read it."
     "Where did you get something as filthy as this then?"
     She was looking at the cover that my mind knew so well.  
Two naked women tied to iron rings in what looked like a dungeon
with a fat grinning man pulling at each of their tits.
     "From school, Miss Josie.  One of the boys."
     "Which boy?"
     "Colin Segren, Miss Josie."
     "And he told you all about it when he gave it to you, I
suppose?  What do you do, read it at night and jerk yourself off?
  I know what boys do, believe me."
     "I don't..."
     "You bloody well do," she hissed at me.  "I know exactly
what you get up to.  We're not stupid you know.  How many times
do you do it?"
     "Miss?"  I questioned, knowing exactly what she meant but
thought innocence was the best response.
     "Pull yourself," she hissed again.  "How often do you shoot
that filthy stuff all over your pajamas?"
     Now here was another girl talking about shooting something
off.  What do girls think we guys did to ourselves?  "Miss,
Josie, I don't shoot anything over my pajamas.  It's not true."
     "Don't lie to me, slug face.  You all do.  We have books
too.  For educational purposes," she added solicitous.
     "I haven't ever done that, Miss Josie," I pleaded.
     "You don't play with yourself?   You've never made yourself
come?  I don't believe it," she looked at me incredulously. 
"You're having me on, you little slug.  You're lying, aren't
you?" She said with glee, looking hard into my eyes.
     "No, Miss, it's the truth."
     "Well I don't believe it.  Mum will get the truth from you
and I look forward to watching the punishment.  She hates lying
the most.  Never lie to my mother, for your own good," she said
seriously.   "What am I saying? No, lie for all you're worth. 
The punishments will be all the worse then. God, you have no idea
what pain is, do you?" She laughed, shaking her head.
     The evidence of my crime was laid on the bed and she
continued to throw the rest of my clothes onto the heap on the
floor.
     "Miss Josie, I'll need to wear those," I said finally.
     "You won't need any of those, believe me," she laughed
knowingly.  I wished I knew what she meant.
     "Where are your pads?"
     "What, Miss Josie?"
     "Your sanitary pads?"  She said matter of factly.   "For
your periods, stupid."
     "My periods?  What periods?  We're on holidays.  We don't go
back to school for another five weeks."
     "And you're not going to bleed for that long?"
     "Not unless I cut myself," I replied innocently.  I had no
idea what she was talking about.
     "Oh, that's right, you're a boy slug, aren't you?"  Her
voice was the ultimate of sarcasm.
     "Miss?"
     "Never mind," she said, exasperated as though I was supposed
to know why.  "Well you can remove your clothes now,"
     "Take my clothes off?  Why? It's the middle of the day.
     "So what?   Strip.  You can leave your underdaks on if
you're that timid."
     "Undress?  In front of you?"
     "What was it that Mother said?  Obey me, if I'm not
mistaken."
     "But...?"
     "Or I'll inform her of your disobedience."
     I was dumbfounded and yet aroused at the same time.   If I'd
tried to undress in front of my sisters they'd have gone running
to Mum with all sorts of tales.  But this girl was demanding that
I strip in front of her. And she was watching intently.
     "Do I have to call Mother?"
     "No.  No I'll do as you say," I capitulated.
     It was most embarrassing; even undoing the buttons of my
shirt was humiliating.  I removed my shirt and singlet and stood
still.
     "Well?"
     I decided shoes and sock would be next which wasn't so bad
but this left only my trousers.   I had often looked at myself in
the mirror and thought I had a good physique.  I was good at
sport and fairly fit so my muscle structure was firm and
noticeable.  I saw Josie watching like a bear at the honey pot. 
The thought of her licking me like a bear ran through my mind but
my predicament soon stopped that.   I turned my back on her as
the zip came down and she blew up like a volcano.
     "Don't you ever turn your back on me, slug.  Turn backnow."
     "I'm sorry," I said in a flustered voice, turning back
and wondering what I should do.  Did she really want me to drop
my pants?   No girl had ever wanted that before.  But then I'd
never been in this sort of situation before.  I looked up into
her eyes but she showed no wish to stop me.  Oh, well, here goes.
 The final clasp undone, I let the pants drop to the floor and
stepped out if them.
     "You've got a hard-on, haven't you?  You want to rape me."
     "No, Miss Josie.  I wouldn't do that."
     "But your cock's hard, isn't it?"
     All I could do was nod sheepishly.  I was embarrassed in the
worst way and yet it was so exciting.  She was playing sex with
me, I was sure and no one had ever done that before.
     "I should make you strip off and show your disgusting thing
but it'd make me sick," she said stepping closer.  "Would you
like me to take my clothes off too, slug?"
     "Only if you want to, Miss Josie."
     "Or perhaps you'd like to put your hand under my skirt and
feel me up? That's what boys like, isn't it?"
     "I don't know, Miss," I replied, shifting from one foot to
the other.
     "I do.  You want to look at me in the nude, be honest.  You
do, don't you?"
     "Please Miss, why are you treating me like this?"  I whined
with genuine feeling.
     "Because I like to see you squirm, slug.  Don't you like me
treating you like this?"
     How could I answer this truthfully, I thought?  I did like
it in a secret way, but to tell her that...?  "I...  I haven't
been treated like this before, Miss Josie," I blurted out.
     "That's not what I asked.  Answer my question," she napped
back.
     "I...  I think I...  Yes, Miss, I don't mind."
     "So you do like being ordered around?  You like to hear me
talking about dirty things?   Is that what you're saying?" She
pressed me further, glee all over her face.  A look of real
exhilaration.
     "Yes," I whispered in capitulation.
     "Good.  Now go and take a bath.  Leave the door open."
     "Leave it open, Miss?  But anyone could look in," I reminded
her with great doubts.
     "I should think so.  It's because slugs don't get any
privacy in this house."
     "Will you look at me?"
     "Why would I want to see a slug taking a bath?  You think
too much of yourself, slug.  What are you?"
     "A slug, Miss," I replied, my face looking at the floor.
     "Worse than that.  You're slug shit.  What are you?" 

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