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Sid stepped through the portal and gazed upon the loveliness that was Sally

Caretaker. It was hard to believe that she looked even lovelier since his last

visit. All thoughts and questions Sid had wanted to ask flew from his mind to be

replaced by desire for this woman. He moved to her like a man possessed.

Sally's smile could have lit the night brighter than a full moon. Her

translucent green gown hinted at the treasures it contained. It captivated him

and drew his eyes to seek out glimpses of her breasts. Her long legs, spread

slightly, formed an arrow that pointed to her sex.

When he reached her, she took his hand. Her body undulated as she led him to the

bedroom. The grace of her movements captivated him. Unable to take his eyes from

her, Sid followed without being aware that he was even moving.

Upon reaching the bedroom, Sally released his hand and turned to face him so

that he would have a perfect view of her unveiling. When she went to remove her

gown, Sid took her hand and requested, "Allow me do that."

Surprised he would want to undress her, she replied, "I would be most pleased."

It took a minute for Sid to locate the strap holding up the gown. Releasing the

knot, the gown slid to the ground. The diaphanous material was so smooth that it

flowed over her skin and slipped though his fingers. There was no way for him to

slow its passage to the floor, but the effect was more erotic than what he had

planned. It took his breath away.

Sid stepped back and worshipped her body with his eyes. His fingers trembled at

the thought of touching her bare skin. For a moment, it seemed to him that

touching her would be a sacrilege. In a whisper, he said, "So beautiful. So

perfect."

Once she was standing naked before him, Sally slowly undressed Sid. She took her

time. She kissed his body as she removed each garment. Never had a woman paid

such attention to his body. Sid discovered that he enjoyed the sensations far

more than he would have expected.

When he was naked, she knelt in front of him and took his erection in her hands.

She had never sucked a man's cock. In Cassandra, it was a wasted action since

the man would come almost immediately and wouldn't be ready for sex for another

day. She had been told that sex with a man from Earth would be far different

than any other sexual experience. His last visit demonstrated that beyond a

shadow of a doubt. She realized that Elizabeth Caretaker was correct in saying

it required her to learn new skills.

When she took hold of his cock, Sid had wanted to stop her. His intention had

been to take care of her needs first, but his desire for her had become so

strong that he could not resist her. Thinking about it, he decided that taking

the edge off his desire would allow him to better take care of her needs. Rather

than resist, he relaxed so that he could enjoy her attentions.

Sally examined the rigid shaft remembering the advice of Elizabeth Caretaker.

She slipped his cock into her warm mouth as she had practiced upon the dildo.

The feel and heat of his cock gave her pleasure she hadn't known was possible.

The scent of an excited man filled her nose awaking a sexual response within

her.

For Sid, the unexpected feel of her mouth around his manhood sent a bolt of

electricity racing along his spine. His world shrunk to that part of his body as

sensations beyond description flooded through his body. She flicked her tongue

over the sensitive areas of his cock as she sucked. Her right hand stroked the

shaft while her left hand was busy gently caressing his balls. Legs shaking, he

said, "I'm going to come."

She looked up at him and kept his cock within her mouth. He held his breath,

hoping to postpone his orgasm until she pulled off his cock. Looking down at

her, he saw she was not going to back off. With a groan, he came in her mouth.

Elizabeth had told her that the amount of fluid released would be small, but

that her mouth would be filled with cock. She had been warned that it would be

hard to keep his fluids in her mouth without backing off the cock. Sally

followed the advice of the far more experienced woman and captured all of his

come. Looking up at him, she swallowed his seed trying to decide if she liked

the flavor.

Sid helped her rise her from her knees and pulled her into an embrace. He kissed

her with desire. The slight taste of his come was detectable from her mouth.

Gesturing to the bed, he said, "It is your turn."

Once she was comfortable on the bed, Sid began his assault upon her body. It

wasn't an assault of strength or domination, but a focused concentrated

attention to each and every inch of her skin. He took his time. Starting at her

forehead, he worked his way down to her toes over the course of an hour. When

her front had been covered, he turned her over and gave attention to her back.

Light kisses, passionate flicks of his tongue, and little love bites rained

continuously upon her sensitive skin.

Easy to excite and bring to climax, Sally was quickly brought to an orgasm.

Rather than a quick crescendo, she rode a wave of pleasure that lasted

throughout the time he worshipped her body. When he settled between her legs,

the wave of pleasure turned into a tidal wave. She lay upon the bed, her entire

body quivering in time to the mystic beat of an ocean of sexual pleasure.

After bringing her to heights she did not believe possible, Sid backed off and

returned to an incremental adoration of her body. Rather than relaxing, Sally

stayed at a constant level of excitement. Sweat soaked the sheets. Fluids seeped

from her pussy, coating her legs and buttocks. Her excitement announced itself

as a pungent scent that filled the air.

After another hour, Sid stopped his caresses and mounted her. Changing the speed

and strength of his thrusts, he was able to postpone his orgasm far longer than

he thought possible. The changes had the opposite effect upon Sally. The teasing

only brought her to higher levels of pleasure. Like a giant bass drum being

struck, huge orgasms beat through her body. Like clockwork, one minute apart,

her back arched. Muscles tightened in a reaction that made her look as if she

had been struck by lightning.

When Sid came, a tidal wave washed through him draining all of the energy from

his body. Her eyes flicked open once and then shut as her mind was forced to

retreat from the overwhelming pleasure it had just experienced. Exhausted beyond

description, he climbed off her and lay beside her still trembling body.

Unwilling to sleep, Sid turned to his side to watch the beautiful woman recover

from the experience. Even after ten minutes, her body would tense as if another

orgasm was ripping through her body. The sight fascinated him and reinforced his

belief that she was something special. When the tremors would start to subside,

he would run a hand over her sensitive skin returning it to that same excited

state.

Unable to fight off his exhaustion, Sid fell asleep with the sleep that came

after sex well done. It was hours later when he woke to find Sally sitting

beside him. She was watching him with a dreamy look upon her face. Deep in her

heart, she knew there was nothing she could deny him. Throat dry, he croaked,

"You are so beautiful."

She ran a finger along his jaw with the tender touch. Even touching him brought

a thrill to her body. In a soft voice, she said, "Restorative please."

A tall thin glass filled with a green fluid appeared on the nightstand. The

glass itself didn't look to be wider than a test tube, although the base was

large enough to provide a stable support for it. She reached out with a delicate

gesture and took it. Handing it to Sid, she said, "Drink this. It will help

restore your energy."

Smelling the liquid, Sid was puzzled by the odor. He didn't recognize it and

couldn't even begin to describe it. It was as though every scent he had ever

smelled was jumbled together. Upon taking a sip, an explosion of flavors burst

through his mouth and energy flooded into his body. He sat up straighter and

looked at the glass in amazement. The little sip had emptied half the glass. He

finished the glass with a second sip.

Feeling much better, he smiled at Sally and, in a clear voice, asked, "What

would I do without you to take care of me?"

"A better question is what I would do without you," replied Sally. The pleasure

he had given her had overwhelmed her and destroyed all ability to resist him.

She remained naked because she had to remain undressed. Her attempt to dress

while he had been asleep had triggered sexual responses that nearly overwhelmed

her. Curious, she said, "I've never taken a man in my mouth before. Did I do it

right?"

"You were outstanding," answered Sid recalling with pleasure the sensations that

she had induced in his body.

"What did you do to me?" she asked.

"I made love to you in the manner I've always wanted," answered Sid. He reached

out and brushed the back of his hand along the side of her face. Her whole body

reacted to his touch. Her nipples stuck out, her pussy released a flood of

liquid, and her stomach rippled. Seeing the sudden change in expression on her

face, he feared that his hand had been too rough for her delicate skin.

Concerned, he asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yes. I think just came," she replied unsure exactly what had happened to her.

It was as though every nerve of her body was poised on the edge of ecstasy. Sid

smiled at the idea that his attentions had left her in that state. He reached

out to touch her again, but she backed away. Almost pleading, she said, "I don't

know if I can take more."

"I understand," he said, although in truth he didn't understand.

Feeling as though she needed to be busy doing something, she decided that it was

time to undertake some of her other duties. First she would bathe and then feed

him. Standing, she said, "Robe."

A robe appeared at the foot of the bed. Reaching down, she picked it up and held

it out for him to step into. With a smile, she said, "Let us wash ourselves and

then eat."

Sid put on the robe, being helped into it by Sally. He thanked her, "You take

such excellent care of me. I'm the luckiest man in four worlds."

She stared at him unable to believe his words. If he was the luckiest man in

four worlds, then she was the luckiest person in four worlds. Never had a woman

of Cassandra been blessed with such a skilled lover. Softly, she said, "Let us

go."

Sally bathed Sid and brought him to another orgasm using another trick taught

her by Elizabeth Caretaker. She had done so by standing behind him and jacking

him off with her right hand. Throughout the bath, she had tried to keep her

distance from him out of fear that she would collapse with even the most causal

touch. The problem was that she had no will left with which to resist him. At

the first suggestion, she gave in and allowed him to wash her body. Each touch

of his hand raised echoes of the pleasure that she had experienced earlier in

bed. By the time he had finished washing her, she was nearly exhausted from a

dozen orgasms and the effort to keep standing.

Over dinner, Sid remembered the questions that he wanted to ask of Sally. He

slowly chewed a piece of steak as he considered how to explain his suspicions

that his role in the game was as a sperm donor to the women of Cassandra. After

taking a sip of his wine, Sid said, "While I was at home, I gave a lot of

thought to what happened last time I was here. I came to the conclusion that I

don't quite understand the rules of the game. Can you explain them to me?"

She had dreaded this conversation ever since she chased him through the portal

at the end of his last visit to Crossroads. Looking over at Sid, Sally put down

her fork and pushed away her salad. Her appetite had disappeared remembering how

Elizabeth Caretaker had described the arguments with Gerald upon his learning

that he had fathered a child.

She considered his request, realizing that she didn't really know how to answer

him. There were a few things she knew held true, but there were situations that

cropped up on occasion that surprised the caretakers. She said, "I don't think I

can. We don't really know all the rules, just little things that work and some

that don't work."

"So request a rule book," suggested Sid, recalling what happened when he

requested a user's manual for the apartment. He had been given a very thin

volume instructing him to ask his caretaker to attend to his needs. When she had

requested a user's manual, she had received three of them.

"Uh, I don't think there is one," replied Sally surprised by the recommendation.

Shrugging his shoulders, Sid said, "You didn't know that there was a user's

manual, but there was one."

Sally thought about it for a moment and then called out, "Rule book please."

Instead of a rulebook, a sheet of paper appeared on the table in front of her.

Expecting it to say that there was no rulebook, she was surprised to discover

that it was a list of rulebooks.

"What is it?"

She announced, "It's a list of rule books."

"A list?"

She read the list aloud, "Rules for Hero Greeters. Rules for Caretakers. Rules

for Heroes. Rules for Hero Companions. Rules for Damsels. Rules for Companion

Greeters."

Sid listened to the list with surprise. One item attracted his attention and he

wondered what a hero companion was. However, for the moment he was far more

curious about the rules for heroes. Excited, he said, "I'd like the rules for

heroes."

Smiling, Sally said, "Rules for Heroes, Rules for Caretakers, and Rules for

Damsels, please."

Three small pamphlets appeared on the table in front of Sally. She looked

through the stack before handing the appropriate one to Sid. She put one down

and sat back to read the third. Sid looked at the manual and then at the

half-eaten steak still on his plate. Pushing the manual to the side, he returned

to his meal. There was no way that he was going to let a perfectly good steak

get thrown away. He watched as Sally read her pamphlet with great care.

After finishing his meal, he picked up the pamphlet and started to read. The

first two rules were quite explicit concerning the role of the hero. The hero

was required to be ready, willing, and able to fulfill the primary and secondary

goals of the heroic mission: to rescue the damsel from her distress in Chaos and

to impregnate her upon return to Crossroads. The secondary goal let him know

that he had been correct in his earlier guess.

There were a few surprises within the rules. A few of them he would have broken

if he hadn't had this chance to learn about them. Looking up, he said, "It says

here that I'm not allowed to kill a protected species or harm an endangered

species."

Sally looked up from her rulebook in surprise. No one had ever suggested that

there were limits to what a hero could do to the source of danger when rescuing

a damsel. All that was required of the Hero was to behave in a heroic fashion.

She asked, "What species are protected and which are endangered?"

"Says here that mermaids, mermen, dragons, trolls, pixies, brownies, and

hippogriffs are protected. Unicorns, fairies, will-o- the-wisps, and sphinxes

are endangered."

"Ah, that explains a lot. That is why no hero has been able to go on a mission

to rescue a damsel from a dragon," said Sally. In the past, the heroes planning

on rescuing a Damsel from a dragon had left with the full intention of killing

the dragon. Of course, it followed that the portal wouldn't open for a person

who meant to break a rule.

Sid went back to studying the pamphlet. After a reading for a while, he reached

the part of the manual that addressed bringing a companion with him from Earth.

He said, "It says that I can bring a companion to Chaos."

The idea that he could bring a companion with him bothered Sally. She didn't

want to deal with two men and definitely didn't want another woman competing

with her for his attention. She asked, "What does it say about the companion?"

"They have to come from Earth and must serve as my caretaker while in Chaos.

They have to do the cooking, cleaning, and most of the carrying. They can't

participate directly in the rescue of the Damsel. That is the job of the hero,"

answered Sid. He wondered if that allowed the companion to hold the horses while

he rescued the Damsel. He decided the companion was allowed to provide an

indirect support.

"What about sex?"

"It appears that the only one I can have sex with in Chaos is a companion,"

answered Sid after an untimely pause. That was another rule that he would have

broken without knowing it assuming the opportunity arose. He read that part of

the pamphlet a second time before he added, "I can't have sex with the companion

while in Crossroads. It seems kind of strange to me that I can have sex with the

companion in Chaos and Earth, but can't in Crossroads."

Smiling at the restrictions, Sally replied, "It's not confusing to me at all."

Realizing that she was feeling a little possessive, Sid said, "Don't worry.

There isn't an Earth women who can compare with you."

Pleased at the compliment, Sally flipped through her pamphlet searching for any

information concerning hero companions. She found a few rules and read them.

Looking up at Sid, she said, "It appears that I have to take care of a

companion's basic food, clothing, and rest needs. At least I'm not required to

have sex with them."

She read on and then exclaimed, "Oh, it does say that having sex with a Hero

Companion is my choice and not the companion's choice."

"What does that mean?"

Deciding that there weren't any real downsides associated with him bringing a

companion from Earth, Sally shrugged and put the subject behind her. In an

off-handed manner, she said, "I guess I would have to read the rules for

companions to determine that."

Sid thought about Cynthia and wondered if she would be willing to live with

those rules for a chance to learn how to be a lady from Sally. He seriously

doubted she would be interested, but he'd ask for the Rules for Hero Companions

before going back to Earth. He asked, "Is there anything else?"

"Just that having a companion is your choice and that I'm not allowed to voice

an objection," answered Sally. She flipped the pamphlet back to the page she had

been reading earlier. She had just finished reading the part about how she was

supposed to explain the rules to the hero. It was a little late for that.

Sid thought about it and decided that bringing a Hero Companion would be a topic

for later discussion. He went back to studying the pamphlet. After a reading

through the next section, he returned to the one about companions. Reading it a

second time, he realized that what wasn't included in the rules was just as

important as what was included. There was nothing in it about the gender of the

companion.

After a while, Sally looked up and realized she had been a little derelict in

her duties. Sid had finished his meal and his wine. She looked over at him and

saw that he was reading the pamphlet a second time. At least he hadn't noticed

she hadn't been paying attention to him. She said, "Two coffees please."

The coffees appeared on the table, one in front of each of them. Her statement

broke Sid's concentration. Looking up, he spotted the coffee and said, "Thank

you. You always seem to anticipate my needs."

"You're welcome," she replied with a smile. In many ways, she was lucky he

requested so little from her. She heard stories of other heroes who were much

more demanding.

"You're still naked," observed Sid with a smile. He could sit there and look at

her all day.

"I couldn't put on my clothes earlier," said Sally with a blush. "I came just

holding them against my body."

"Really?" asked Sid.

"Yes," she answered looking down at the table. Her blush covered more than her

face and endeared her to him even more.

The next day, Sid stood next to Sally as she laid out the missions that were

available for him to take. She pointed to an area on a map of Chaos and said,

"In this town, there is a Damsel who has been kidnapped. The kidnapper believes

that another man will pay her ransom and he may be right."

"So what's the matter?" asked Sid confused as to why she was bringing this to

his attention. Since someone was willing to pay her ransom, she wasn't really in

trouble. According to the rules he had read in the Rules for Damsels, she

couldn't be considered a Damsel in Distress. He joked, "It sounds like she is a

Damsel in Discomfort."

"I know that this adventure sounds petty. After all, it is a pretty common

scenario and, since someone is willing to pay her ransom, we normally wouldn't

consider her to be a damsel in distress. But this adventure is a special case.

While investigating it, I found that the man holding her has killed past

hostages even after the ransom has been paid."

"Just how dangerous is this guy?" asked Sid. That little piece of information

changed things significantly. She was facing near- certain death and her

situation now fit the definition of being in distress.

"In terms of fighting skills, he's pretty mediocre. However, he's a sneaky one

and won't meet you straight on," answered Sally.

"How much time does she have?" asked Sid.

"At least two months," answered Sally. She pointed to the map and explained,

"She is being held here and the man who will pay the ransom is all the way over

here. It'll take at least a month for the ransom demand to arrive and then a

month for the money to be returned. He won't kill her until he gets the money

and slips away. At that point, her value as a hostage will vanish and so will

she."

Sid thought about it for a minute. It sounded as if it could be a difficult

mission, but one well within his abilities. He said, "Okay. That's one of the

adventures. What about the second one?"

Sally shook her head as she turned her attention to the second adventure. In a

light voice, she said, "There is still the Damsel who is being held against her

will. I told you about this adventure last time."

It took him a minute to recall the details. A man was holding her until she

would agree to marry him. He asked, "Has anything changed since then?"

"Well, there was a little incident a little while ago," answered Sally hoping he

wouldn't pursue this one.

Her evasion sparked his interest when she wouldn't meet his eye. He asked, "So

what happened?"

Looking away, Sally tried to find a good way to phrase her answer. Unable to

find one, she blurted, "A hero was killed trying to rescue her."

"Really? Tell me more," prompted Sid getting very interested in this particular

adventure.

Sighing, Sally replied, "The hero showed up and announced in public that the man

was holding the Damsel against her will. Things escalated until there was a

public duel. The man holding the Damsel is probably the best knife thrower in

Chaos. Before the Hero had a chance to close in with his sword, there was a

knife sticking out his throat."

"A knife?" asked Sid. His first thought was that when a man with a knife met a

man with a sword, then the man with the sword automatically won the fight. He

was surprised to learn that it wasn't always the case.

"Yes, a knife," answered Sally.

"There's a third adventure?" asked Sid wanting to know all of the missions

before getting too many of the details about any single one of them. So far,

both missions she presented were of interest.

Relaxing, Sally answered, "Yes, the third adventure. Although slavery isn't

widespread on Chaos, it does exist. A slaver has captured one of the Damsels.

She's on her way to a large plantation to work the field."

Life long loss of freedom fit the criteria for distress. Bristling at the idea

that a human being had been kidnapped into slavery, Sid sat up and asked, "She's

been taken into slavery?"

"Yes, slavery. There are a lot of people in that particular region who support

it since their crops are labor intensive. You'll be pursued upon taking her by

almost every one of the neighbors. They'll want to recover her since an escaped

slave sets a bad example for the rest of the slaves." Sally stood back and

watched as Sid thought about what she had told him. It was her hope he would

take this adventure. Of the three, it was actually the safest.

"Which one of the three adventures do you want me to take?"

"The last one," answered Sally. One look at his face and she knew what his next

question would be. Anticipating it, she said, "It's the safest."

"Which of the three Damsels is in the greatest danger?"

Sally looked down at the floor as though studying the pattern of the carpeting.

Not looking at him, she answered, "The second Damsel. The man holding her is

getting impatient as a result of the fact that his actions have become public

knowledge. He'll get rid of her if she doesn't agree to marry him. He'll

probably maim or kill her. I estimate that she only has two or three days left."

"Since he's already killed one Hero, I assume you consider this to be the most

dangerous of the adventures."

"Of course it is."

Sid paced the room thinking over everything that Sally had told him. Personally,

he wanted to rescue the Damsel from slavery, but she wasn't the Damsel who

needed him the most. The second adventure involved a highly trained knife

fighter. That was the most danger kind of opponent that he could face.

He came to a sudden decision, namely that it wasn't necessary for him to decide

which adventure to take at that particular moment. Turning to Sally, he said, "I

need some time to think about it."

Taking him by the hand, Sally led him out of the mission room and into the

living room. Once there, she pointed to the couch and said, "There is something

else on your mind. Would you like to tell me about it?"

Accepting that this was as good of a time as any to discuss the matter of

Cynthia, Sid took a seat and patted the space next to him. Sally joined him on

the couch and curled against him. She emitted a contented purr as he held her to

him. It was hard to say which of the two was more satisfied by the situation.

Sid had watched her glide across the room and take her seat. Once again, he

amazed at the grace with which she moved. Unbidden, the words tumbled out of his

mouth, "You are so graceful."

"Thank you."

"I guess that is where my little story should start," said Sid.

"What? I'm graceful?"

Nodding, Sid started telling his story. "Back on Earth, I'm in college. One day

in my literature class, the topic of the ideal woman came up. I made a mistake

and described you to the class."

Surprised that he considered describing her to be a mistake, she pulled back and

asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"Several things. You set a standard of beauty so high that the women in my class

are unable to match it. It made more than one of them upset, particularly when

every man in the class admitted he desired a woman like yourself."

She sat up and turned to look at him, thinking he was teasing her in some

strange fashion. The expression on his face let her know he was speaking the

truth. Shocked at the description of Earth women, she said, "Surely that can't

be true."

"Oh, it is true enough. The majority of women on my planet move like cows, dress

in fashions that are designed to be unattractive, and talk like sailors. None of

the women in my class could even hope to compare with you on your worst day and

their best," answered Sid.

"My goodness." Sally was stunned at his description of the women on Earth. She

wondered how the men of Earth could even be interested in such women. She asked,

"So what happened?"

"One day a woman in my class came to me and said she would like to learn how to

be more like you."

Sally smiled at the announcement and returned to her comfortable position of

lying against Sid. So one of the women decided to learn how to act like a woman

and approached Sid to find out how. She could understand that. She asked, "So

what did you do?"

"I set her up with an old friend of my Uncle Gerald. She will teach the young

lady etiquette," answered Sid.

"To learn manners?" asked Sally surprised that one had to take lessons for that.

"Yes, I sent her to learn how to act and behave in a proper fashion. Mrs. Wilson

will teach her to act and move with social grace."

"I take it that Mrs. Wilson knows how to dress and move like a lady," observed

Sally.

"Yes, but she is in her eighties and is the last of her kind," countered Sid. He

swallowed heavily and then added, "It will probably be up to me to teach her how

to dress and to work on her self confidence."

"Probably?"

Smiling as he realized that he had a perfect way of broaching the real subject,

he said, "Unless you would like to be the one to do that."

The suggestion surprised Sally. Sitting up, she turned to look at him and said,

"You are saying that I could teach her how to be like me."

"I can think of no one better," he answered with a smile.

Her mind raced as she considered the suggestion. Rather than making a decision

immediately, she said, "Two Cognacs, please."

Two snifters containing Cognac appeared on the table. Sally leaned forward and

picked up one of the snifters. She handed it to him with a smile and said, "I'll

have to think about it. For now, let us enjoy a drink and each other's company."

"Thank you," said Sid as he accepted the Cognac from her. He watched as she

leaned forward and took the second snifter from the table. He shifted so that

she could lean against his chest while allowing both of them to enjoy their

drinks. He held her with his left arm, his forearm resting just under her

breasts. He sighed and said, "This is so nice."

"Yes, it is."

Sid enjoyed the time spent sitting together. At another time, he would have

wanted to escalate it into sex, but this was better in a different way. He

asked, "Do you know what is missing?"

"What?"

"A fire in a fireplace and soft music playing in the background," answered Sid.

"That sounds romantic," said Sally. She mentally went through the steps required

to make the suggested modifications to the room. Once she had figured out how to

do that, she tried to figure out how she could return to the control room

without disrupting the atmosphere of closeness that had descended upon them.

Feeling the subtle increase in tension through her body, Sid said, "Not now. For

now, I just want to lie here with the most beautiful woman on four planets in my

arms."

'The most beautiful woman on four planets.' She liked the sound of that and

nestled against him. She took a sip of her Cognac and cooed her pleasure.

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