Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Assassin
Part: Chapter 3 of 27
Summary: Ass, sass and sin.  A young assassin does more 
than befriend people when he tries to get close to his 
targets.
Keywords: Mf, oral
Language: English
Copyright: 2009

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When I assumed my role as Roger Torrent in order to get 
close to some nasty people who didn't deserve to live I 
knew I would have a foster-sister.

I just didn't appreciate that she would be the 
resourceful, stubborn type who would complicate matters 
when she noticed me creeping across the roof late one 
night as I returned to my room.

It was a discovery that brought us both considerable 
pleasure - and me some grief.

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I came awake suddenly, ready to react, and the real 
reason I didn't use deadly force was that there was only 
one person I expected would reach under the sheets for my 
penis instead of going for my throat.

"Morning."

"Morning sweetheart.  Getting up?"

Anna squeezed the lump she found while pressing her lips 
to mine.  I kept my mouth closed while returning the kiss 
- no point in inflicting morning breath on her.  So much 
for talks about caution, discretion and waiting.  Was 
Anna trying to out us already.

When she rested her head on my check I answered.  "I am 
getting up - surely you can feel the change."

Anna giggled.

"I've got to go.  Ma and Dad are loading the cars so I 
knew I had a few seconds.  Brent is dead..."

I started.

"Dead to the world silly!  He often is, Sunday mornings.  
Anyway, it's almost 10 and they've decided we should go 
for a picnic lunch since you didn't get a chance to show 
your driving skills yesterday.  So...are you getting up 
and coming?"

A couple of pretend wanks and Anna released me.  Joker!

I ran my hand down the side of her face.  "Can I get some 
coffee, beautiful?"

"You don't need to flatter me for coffee."

"I know.  I was describing you, not flattering you.  I'll 
see you in a couple of minutes."

"Want me to scrub your back?"

"Git or I won't be able to walk the corridors for half an 
hour without being stared at."  There was a tent in the 
middle of my covers as evidence.

Anna laughed and departed.

I rose, grabbed some "outdoor activity" clothes and got 
through my morning ablutions in double time.

"Morning."

"Ah.  Bright and not so early.  Not a crime in this 
household at least on a Sunday.  Anna told me she banged 
on your door until you told her you needed coffee.  Here 
you are."

"Thanks Doug.  I heard some muttering about a drive?"

"There is a picnic spot with a lookout over the city and 
a few nature walks.  Over the years the state has put in 
some walkways over the marshland by the side of the lake 
and added an animal enclosure.  You never know what 
you'll find there.  I figure you can drive us out there 
and Anna can show you the lookout."

"Sounds great.  Do you need a hand with anything?"

"No, it's mostly organised.  Elise has put a picnic 
basket together so don't eat up too big this morning or 
you won't do it justice."

Heeding his words I limited myself to OJ and cereal.

Doug had me show that my licence was current and lacked 
any endorsements.  He was satisfied, at least with the 
documentation, and handed over the keys to his prized 
possession.

Doug shared the front and Anna sat behind him so she 
could see more of my profile.  That put Ma behind me and 
Brent home guarding the house from his bed.

It was almost like he wasn't part of my new life - except 
for the occasional burst of unmelodic song through one or 
other of my bedroom walls.

Doug directed me through the city and had no need to find 
fault with my driving.  No need but I gave him the 
opportunity, earning a caution to watch my speed - once.  
Since I was young, male and had showed off with my model 
car it was expected by one and all that I would be a 
lead-foot; so, briefly and barely, I was.

It took us about thirty minutes to get through the city 
and its surrounding suburbs and another thirty to wind 
our way west into the foot hills and then turn south to 
follow a small valley behind the first row of low 
mountains.  A sign indicated we had arrived and I was 
surprised there weren't more people around.

"Come summer it is packed but there will be enough when 
we get a little further in.  Traffic's been light today 
and all heading this way at the same pace so it seems 
lighter still.  Take the next left turning and follow it 
to the end.  You've done well."

Ma added her own interpretation.  "Although it's warmed 
up early this year people are still mentally hibernating.  
They will wait for the calendar to say it's hot before 
they believe the thermometer."

We all helped unload the car and, since any tables had 
already been claimed, Ma spread out a picnic rug on a 
patch of grass where it was out of the way of a 
carelessly thrown or kicked ball.

There was a little ball throwing at first but we soon got 
down to the eating part of our picnic.  Ma's food was 
quite as good as her coffee - some of it was even 
prepared by her own hand.

Doug had a pretty fair arm though he'd never make a 
quarterback.  I on the other hand was deadly accurate but 
couldn't launch a ball with the force he could.  My forte 
was stilettos at up to maybe six paces.  The football was 
easier to catch.

We had a game of touch though Anna tried to tackle both 
Doug and myself - I think as an excuse to be able to grab 
me.  It allowed us to work off lunch while Ma watched and 
then we sat with her to cool down again and to replace 
the water we had sweated off.

"The lookout is over that way," Doug advised.  "It's 
probably better to be there when the sun drops as it's 
harder to spot the animals later if you're interested in 
the enclosure.  Then, closer to dusk, the birds start 
landing on the lake.  We've got to be gone by sundown but 
they're worth waiting until the last minute."

"I think I just want to take the easy trail today Doug," 
Ma responded.

So Doug accompanied Ma and Anna got to show me some of 
the other things the park had to experience.

I quite consciously took her hand as we headed off.  It 
was contact - which was good for me as well as Anna - yet 
safer than putting our arms around each other.  As I 
expected Anna immediately used my arm as a leash to drag 
me where she wanted us to go.  If Doug and Ma were 
watching - and I had no doubt that they were - I would be 
the put-upon young man.

The enclosure was first.  A high fence was broken at wide 
intervals by a series of double spring-loaded gates.  You 
would have had to stand quite still while holding both 
gates open, waiting until the animals overcame any fear 
of you, before they would actually escape.

Inside, the narrow trails wandered around groves of trees 
bearing informative signs of birds or animals often only 
seen after dark.  In view of the park's closing time they 
were a little pointless.

We did see a lizard sunning itself but it hurried away.  
There were enough people moving along the paths that an 
animal with any common sense *WOULD* have made itself 
scarce.  We moved closer as we walked, our hands brushing 
against our hips as they swung past but couldn't really 
talk or hold each other as we would both have liked.

"Are you interested in a hike?"

"What - catching up to your parents?"

"I was thinking of the harder trail.  Are you up to it?  
It takes us to the lookout - eventually - but most of the 
time the view is obscured by trees and it is steep in 
places, for rock climbers rather than for walkers."

"You don't need equipment?"

"Well rock scramblers more than climbers.  I've been 
doing it at least once a year since I was 10 or 11."

"Okay then."

I was led out by a different gate and only then did we 
see a family of skunks back through the trees.  There 
*WERE* animals in here after all even if they had been 
brought in.

Anna was right about the trail.  There was no made path 
as such, just the result of years of scuffing feet as 
people followed the markers nailed to the trees well 
above vandalism height.

We walked alone most of the time, standing aside 
occasionally or passing others doing the same for us; 
people who had gone a ways and then turned back or who 
had taken the shorter route to the lookout and were 
coming back by the longer way.

Ann had to stay ahead of me rather than by my side for 
much of the way.  It was nice to watch her walk; nicer 
still whenever she stopped and took a quick but spirited 
kiss.  She proved she knew her way, describing places of 
interest that were coming up.  She also, at one point, 
led me away from the obvious markers and through some 
more pristine shrubbery.  I had no doubt she had an 
ulterior motive I would enjoy.

"This used to be a rock wall for climbers but it was too 
hard to get ambulance teams in or out when idiots dropped 
down.  The park authority had the path diverted away from 
it so it was less accessible and opened up some better 
climbs.  The serious climbers scorn it and the general 
public has forgotten it as you can see.  Dad showed it to 
Brent and I when I first came through here.  It is a nice 
quiet spot where there isn't likely to be anyone up above 
- they would have to actually be hanging on to see down 
here - and we are screened from the path by all the 
greenery."

"It is rather cosy here."

"Then why aren't you holding me?"

There are times when you don't even want to consider 
arguing with a woman!

The kiss showed neither of us had lost any interest since 
the previous night.  Those stolen on the trail had been 
quick wet pecks rather than passion stokers.  These 
showed considerable promise for nights to come.

Now I'm not a person who thinks about sex all the time.  
It had been what, about three and a half to four hours 
between what I'd consider serious kisses.  Anna soon had 
that down to an average of fifteen to twenty minutes for 
the day - not that I was in any way an unwilling or 
inactive participant.

"Did you think of me after you went to bed?"

I pressed my cheek to Anna's.  "How could I do anything 
else?"

"Did you remember what it was like to see and hold my 
breasts?"

"Oh yes."

"No.  You know, 'Remember'!"

"Ah.  Well I think I must have."

"Wasn't that messy?"

"I had some tissues."

"I would have liked to have been there."

"It would have been nicer if you were."

"Would you have let me help?"

"I would have insisted."

"Can I help now?"

We were protected from any real risk of discovery.

"That would be wonderful."

"What should I do."

The young lady who had managed to say both a physical 
good night and good morning to me was uncertain how to 
proceed.

"Well you can give me another kiss and then we might find 
a comfortable spot.

There were some small boulders that had come crashing 
down the hillside at some stage.  The covering of lichen 
and moss was of at least a little comfort - not to our 
butts but reassurance that another boulder wasn't so 
likely to join it.

"Do you want to get it out or would you rather we kissed 
some more?"

"Can't we do both?"

I had to applaud Anna's practicality.  Of course we 
could!  I leaned back a little, resting against the cold 
granite.  My zip was prominent, brought to the forefront 
by the object pressing from behind.

Anna unzipped me before I had a chance to suggest she 
check for bare skin resting against metal teeth.  That 
*WAS* more an issue when doing it up anyway.

She reached inside and fumbled for the opening in my 
boxers.  There was a button to be managed and then, quite 
suddenly my hot little member was in her hand.  It was 
cooler out of my pants though a bit of friction soon 
warmed me up.  Wrapped up in what she was doing, Anna 
didn't notice that part of my attention was on her face 
and part on the security of our surroundings.

I don't know if she even heard the people coming along 
the track; if she did she gave no sign.  They continued 
at a steady pace - not even pausing at where we certainly 
had left some sign of our departure from the marked 
course.

I should have felt guilty that I could have a day off 
without needing to feel guilty but my plan had to allow 
for a slow start else I would put people off with my 
pushiness.

I certainly had no concerns about betraying the trust 
Doug and Elsie had shown by letting their daughter wander 
off with me.  Kids had always aged faster than their 
parents expected and perhaps wished.  If Anna was ready 
then I had just been an admittedly convenient trigger to 
her wishes.  And right now she wished to learn how to 
give me a hand job.

"Just ease the foreskin back and forth by circling the 
head with your thumb and finger.  The skin doesn't 
stretch so see what the limits are."

"How do you make him jump?  Like last night?"

"I don't.  *HE* behaves quite independently at times I 
assure you."

"Would you like me to suck on him?"

"Not now.  It's probably a bit sweaty.  That's best when 
I'm fresh after a shower."

"Oh.  Yes.  I guess I'm the same."  Anna sounded 
disappointed.

"Probably."

"Oh well.  Perhaps tonight."

"Thinking of that will keep me hard until then."

"What happens when you remember?"

I laughed.  "You mean when I jerk off?"

"I like 'remember' better."

"It probably *IS* easier to use in a conversation.  
Whitish semen comes out the hole in the end."

"Like peeing?"

"No. Like...oh, putting your thumb over a hose - no, a 
hose where the pressure is really low.  You let it build 
up and a spurt shoots out then you cover it up and do it 
again and again."

"How many times?"

Again I laughed.  "I haven't really counted.  Six or 
seven I suppose."

"And how soon can you do it again?"

"I'm not really sure.  Maybe five or ten minutes.  It 
might be longer."

Anna kept up her hand movements and I lifted her other 
hand to my balls.

"How often do boys 'remember'?"

"Boys generally or me?  You have to realise that we don't 
normally talk about it together."

"Okay.  You then!  I hear Brent in the shower sometimes 
and I'm sure that's what he's doing.  That grosses me out 
but this is fun.  So?"

"Well not every day."

"Daily!?"  Anna stopped in disbelief.

"I said I *DIDN'T* do it daily.  Maybe two, three, 
occasionally four times a week."

"Aren't you supposed to go blind or get hairy palms or 
something?"

"Contact lenses and I shave twice daily."  I mimed razor 
burn on my hands.  "What about you?"

What was good for the gander was certainly about play for 
the goose.

"Er, well maybe three times before last night."

"Three times a day!?"  I imitated Anna's earlier 
expression.

"No dopey.  Three times, period!"

"You said before last night?"

"Well I curled up thinking of what you'd done to me, for 
me, and I just got to remembering.  Then, when that had 
all oozed away (lovely imagery) I got to thinking about 
you remembering in your room and then I remembered myself 
all over again."

"Were they good?"

"Delicious.  Not as nice as when you made me come but 
better than those earlier times.  What about you?"

"Almost straight away when I got to my room.  You had me 
so worked up that I was ready to explode.  I hope I 
didn't disturb Brent."

Anna looked down at the stick of dynamite she was 
holding.  Exactly what *DID* I mean.  How much was 
hyperbole and how much fact?  She had fooled around with 
hoses as I'd described and could send quite a burst of 
water some distance.  Surely that wasn't comparable!  To 
be at least a little safer she angled it further away 
from herself.

"How long does this take?"

"Getting tired?"

"No, impatient!"

"Well if you keep doing what you're doing now it won't be 
long at all.  In fact we should probably stand up or, at 
least, I should.  You might be more comfortable there or 
you could stand behind me."

"Out of the firing line?"

"Well that too."

Anna chose to stand behind me and it allowed her to 
change her grip to one I was more familiar with.  I 
rubbed my hand along the shaft a couple of times to 
demonstrate what I desired and I think she was tempted to 
have me finish the job while she watched.  I had made her 
come though and she wanted to be able to claim the same.  
I knew I was going to want to watch her at some stage and 
if masturbating, sorry remembering, for her was the 
price, so be it.

Anna pressed her body against mine.  Her free hand rested 
on my chest and at least I wasn't being pinched this 
time.  The tempo of her right hand increased, with the 
build up of her circled fingers curled around and pumping 
along the shaft being converted to the squeezing friction 
as her grip was confronted by the wider collar around the 
far more sensitive head.

Yes, Yes, Yes.  It was so familiar and so different.  
Anna didn't, couldn't know to, vary the pressure as I 
would have.  It was less yet at the same time more 
pleasurable than my own manipulations would have been.  I 
reached behind; found her crotch; pressed two fingers 
against the front and Anna leaned into me as I told her, 
"Now.  I'm coming now.  Don't stop.  Oh, please don't 
stop."

She didn't, pumping me as she watched the previously 
described spurts indeed soaring above the bushes that 
were close to hand.  She counted to herself and did 
indeed get to six before she decided a spurt that barely 
cleared our feet was no longer worthy of consideration.

Most of my emissions had been released freely but at some 
stage Anna had coated her fingers and that in turn 
covered the end of my prick.  I found a handkerchief and 
wiped her fingers then cleaned myself and squeezed the 
dregs from the toothpaste tube.  Anna watched me 
shrinking with interest while I performed my ablutions.

Firstly I softened while maintaining both girth and 
length and then, as we watched the process happen, it 
began to shrink in on itself to become a package that was 
far, far easier to return to my pants.

"Come here," I commanded.  Anna slid efficiently into my 
arms.  "That was wonderful."  As was the kiss.

"I've never done it outside like this before.  It made it 
a little more exciting and having you do it was all the 
more so."

"Has anyone else ever done it for you before?"

"I think you must know they have.  Anna, I won't lie, you 
aren't the first girl I've been intimate with but that 
doesn't matter.  You're the girl I'm with now and the one 
I want to be with.  If others have helped teach me how to 
be the best lover I can be for you then I'm grateful I 
had the opportunity.  I'd hate to make bad love with you 
out of ignorance and I think you enjoy what I have 
learned."

"How many others?"

"How many before you consider it a problem?  If you 
accept I had one previous lover, why is two and issue?  
Given two, is three too much to bear and if not why then 
would four or five or even fifty be a problem?"

"I guess it doesn't really matter except I don't know how 
I stand up against them."

"You don't.  You stand up against me and put your arms 
around me and gaze into my eyes before I kiss you because 
there is not one of them I would rather have here right 
now instead of you."

Indeed, some of the women who had trained me (far less 
than fifty) had been downright intimidating.  Given the 
choice of a young woman who had feelings for me and an 
experienced woman who was paid by the results she 
achieved I was quite willing to let the young woman learn 
from her mistakes (hopefully not painfully).

I learned with an attractive debutante type, with a MILF, 
with a granny who needed lubricant and had false teeth.  
I will never forget my first gummy!

Then there was the other side - the teenage boy my own 
age, the enterprising middle-aged executive type and the 
homeless crack addict with a glory hole.

I was giver and receiver - at one stage I was sore for 
over a week.  I knew what it was like to give a blow job 
as well as to get one from anyone.  I wasn't gay.  I 
didn't find men as interesting as women - even Ma - but I 
was capable of being as gay as a project required.

I wouldn't lie to Anna that there hadn't been others but 
I wouldn't tell her all the truth.

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The peak was quite a strenuous climb.  Not difficult or 
dangerous but merely at an angle that kept one 
continuously straining at the steep slope.  I dreaded the 
idea of coming the other way for the first time and 
discovering I had to go down the long slope without 
losing my footing or picking up speed.

Anna pointed out where her house was and I recognised the 
roads I had taken to get us into the hills.  We were too 
far to make out any details of our neighbourhood so we 
took a look around in the other directions as marked out 
on the brass map mounted on top of a small cairn.

"Let's see.  Houston's listed there and LA is there.  
Chicago, New York.  You're from Oregon so you've come 
from over that way."

Anna raised her arm and pointed in what she figured was 
the right direction.  It was near enough to Oregon but 
totally wrong otherwise.  I'd been born and grew up in 
one of the poorer suburbs of Pittsburgh.  From there I 
went to a little town back from the lake north of Chicago 
and then down to more remote towns in Kentucky and New 
Mexico.  None of that mattered and none of those were 
what I would call "Home".

"One more kiss?"  I murmured over Anna's shoulder.  "It 
might be the last until later."

I rested my hand on her stomach and ran my tongue across 
the side of her neck.  She tilted her head away from me 
and shivered, then recovered and turned inside the narrow 
confines of my encircling arm to find my mouth with hers.

I would have loved to have sat down with her for an hour 
or so just playing tonsil hockey.  Of course, an hour or 
so of tonsil hockey and we would both be worked up so 
much that there would be some serious love-making.  Hard!  
Fast!  Fucking.  Is seemed quite a worthwhile image.

"This has been a wonderful picnic."

"I told you we would get to go out together," I reminded 
her.  I had said we would talk further but had held off 
in case it spoiled the outing.  We did need to settle 
things properly though and when Anna gave me an 
opportunity to introduce it into the conversation I had 
to take it.

"Have you thought any more about the plan?"

She nodded and withdrew from me.  I took her hand and led 
her towards the path back to the recreation grounds.  "So 
what do you think?"

"I'd rather you didn't but I guess I don't want Ma and 
Dad stopping what we do together."

I squeezed her hand.  "There is still so much more I'd 
like to share with you."

"You're only going with the girls as a cover though?  
It's not that you're interested in fooling around with 
them?  You're not going to fuck them are you?"

"Wow!  Okay, one at a time.  Yes, I only want to appear 
to be dating without getting serious with anyone but I'd 
rather it was with girls I find nice to be with."

"That's fair enough."

"Now as far as fooling around goes, I would like to point 
out that, though I liked you from the first time I saw 
you, *I* didn't try to fool around with *YOU*."

"You did?"

"When?"  I deliberately misunderstood.  "Oh, like you.  
Of course I did.  You look great and you bubble with life 
- you're happy, and that's nice to be around anyway, but 
put an attractive face and drop dead body in the mix too 
- who wouldn't like you?"

"Well you certainly don't object to the fooling around 
now."

"Anna, we're just getting to know each other.  We are 
going to be living together, learning each other's bad 
habits and annoying behaviours like no other boyfriend 
and girlfriend I can think of.  You may decide you prefer 
me in a brotherly role or prefer me out of your life 
entirely or - who knows! - things could get even better.

"Right at this moment that matches my interest in you.  
We are both lucky that includes a healthy dose of sex.  I 
don't need to go fooling around with anyone else, though 
that is not why I enjoy holding your hand in the middle 
of a park.  Now, having said that, I want you to consider 
what might happen on a date, say with someone like 
Rosalee."

"Rosalee?  Why her?"

"Well she is a little forward."

Anna giggled.  "No she isn't.  She's a defender."

"On the soccer pitch but in the back seat of a car she 
plays a different game.  Anyway, imagine I'm out with her 
and she wants to kiss me.  I can't very well push her 
away."

"I'll push her over!  Forward!  Ha!"

I ignored her comment.  "Well if when we are kissing she 
tries to make me remember something - what's going to 
happen?"

"Huh?"  Anna, concentrating on my date had forgotten her 
own euphemism.  "Oh.  Right.  Well, you say you're sorry 
but you are spoken for and that you'd just like to be 
friends and that it isn't you, it's her."

"It's probably what I should say.  Well, almost."

Anna looked at me.  Had I just admitted I was "spoken 
for"?  She re-ran my words and came up with a different 
slant.

"Probably!  So you *AREN'T* going to say that?  You'd get 
your kicks with me and with anyone else who comes along 
then?"

I could lie.  I knew that.  It might even have been 
easier - much of what Anna did know was lies anyway.  
Still the standard rule of any deception is to avoid lies 
since they were hard to keep consistent.  Start with the 
one necessary lie, reveal only the bare minimum about it 
and tell just enough of the truth to keep the story 
alive.

"If I had a choice I'd have us together, sharing the same 
bed with no-one caring what we did.  Well to be strictly 
correct I'd probably have some of the other girls come 
along for some hot threesomes but I am being more 
realistic in my impossible fantasies."

"Why impossible?"

I jumped to the wrong conclusion but Anna soon dashed 
that image.

"Don't you think we can get my parents to agree 
eventually?"

"Maybe when we are Brent's age or after we've left home.  
Maybe not even then.  I don't know how this foster thing 
usually ends up; how they see this new family of theirs.  
Am I marking time here for a couple of years or will they 
be grand-parents to my kids and, if so, will they 
consider our relationship to be incestuous?  Regardless 
of what does happen, 'eventually' isn't now."

Anna nodded.  She looked a little sad; I made it worse.

"And what if you don't want me either, just because or if 
you find someone else?  It we still have to live together 
we need to be okay with that."

"We can't be just friends you mean?"

"I hope we're always friends no matter what happens to 
us."

"So...you want to go out with Rosalee?"  Anna jumped back 
a couple of minutes.

"Well I suspect Rosalee wouldn't say no if I asked her."

"(To what)," Anna muttered to herself then, "I guess 
she's okay."

"You wouldn't prefer a stranger?  I understand girls are 
in the habit of sharing all their juicy secrets."

"They I can see if your account matches hers, can't I?"

"You want to know?"

"Maybe if you know you've got to explain every little 
detail you might not get up to so much."

"So now I have to *REMEMBER* what I've been doing with 
other girls?  As well as *REMEMBERING* what we've been up 
to?"

"What?  Ohh!"  I got nudged by Anna's shoulder but she 
didn't release my hand.

"Perhaps *I'LL* remember while you tell me.  No!  That 
would make you want to tell *BETTER* stories."

"Well if they are too tame, perhaps you can tell me what 
I should have done - if it was with you of course."

Coming closer to the end of the path we reluctantly 
released our hold.

"I've enjoyed our walk Anna."

"Hmm!  You got remembered, remember, and then got 
permission to fool around with other girls.  What's not 
to enjoy?"

"I was thinking of your lovely hand in mine for longer 
than we've been able to touch before."

"Smoothie.  Do you want me to speak to Rosalee?  She 
doesn't go to our school but I'll see her at practise 
Wednesday or would you rather call her?"

"Where should I take her on a first date?  I only know 
the pool hall and the mall."  And a dozen other spots 
that I shouldn't have heard of yet.

"Take her to the library - that closes at 6 on a Friday."

"Claws dearest!"

"Coffee in the mall then."

"I see - quite public, lots of light and plenty of people 
you know as informers."

Anna smiled with an unconvincing air of innocence.

"Why don't you just ask to see her bedroom?"

"Or I could ask her back to see mine.  You could sit 
outside the window and watch."

"Or come in and teach her how to remember you."

"See!  I knew you could suggest the perfect first date if 
you put your mind to it."

"Well if this is our second date Roger, I have to 
honestly say our first date was as perfect as I can 
imagine."

"Perhaps we can top it when we have our third."

My suggestion was enthusiastically accepted.  Anna was by 
no means ready to ditch me even if I saw Rosalee or 
others.

"Is it time to go yet?  I'm sure Ma and Dad must be 
exhausted and we could all have an early night."

"Eager?"

"Well I've got to use you up and wear you out - Rosalee 
might not take her hooks out of you once she's dug them 
in.  Can I ask if you'd do one thing for me though?"

"What?"

"If you go out with Rosalee on Friday night, could you 
call Hailey just before you leave and arrange a date with 
her for the Saturday night?"

"How come then particularly?  It's rather short notice."

"Oh I don't care if she can't go.  It's just when we are 
at Soccer on Saturday morning and Rosalee's full of 
herself that she got you when you are living with me it 
will be Hailey who shoots her down in flames.  What are 
you looking at?"

I was staring at Anna's mouth and then turned her around 
to look at her butt.

"What *ARE* you doing?"

"Looking for the whiskers and the furry tail.  I was sure 
you were a cat."

"At least you didn't say bitch.  You will do it though, 
won't you?  Please?"

"Okay but if Rosalee comes at me on the sidelines you've 
got to protect me.  Agreed?"

We were chatting and laughing as we spotted Doug and Ma a 
little way from the car.  They seemed accepting that we 
were getting along well together.  I suppose that the 
risk of a pregnant daughter was a necessary evil if one 
was to avoid an on-going battlefield.

"How did you go?"  Doug asked.

"Anna took me at my word when I said I didn't mind taking 
the harder trail to the lookout.  She didn't say it was 
four times farther though."

"I *DID* say it was longer."

"Yes but not exactly how much longer.  You're the person 
who had to catch a bus to the Mall remember!"

"Well in that case you can have a rest on the way home.  
I'll drive."

"Thanks.  It wasn't really that bad but I guess I need to 
do some more walking each day to get fitter."

"Do you want me to wake you up earlier?" asked Ma.  I 
shuddered theatrically and got the laughs I sought.

When we got in the car I headed for the back though Ma 
told me I could have the front.

"It's okay," I replied.  "I'll probably doze off."

She shrugged her shoulders and climbed in while I shared 
the back with Anna - separated by a ghost chaperone in 
the empty back seat.

With a gap in the front we dared not get up to any 
mischief - there was no excuse for either of us to take 
the middle seat again where that person's body would 
shield either side from casual view.

I did actually drop off - several short naps broken by 
interruptions from the traffic.  I noticed in one of them 
that Anna had copied me.  I had been shown the advantage 
of grabbing shuteye whenever it was offered and quickly 
learned how.  I knew I might need the rest later tonight; 
I was also glad Anna was less likely to drop off to sleep 
on me when I came visiting.

She was so charming asleep that it was a shame to wake 
her as we turned into the drive.  I did though, with a 
loud "Hey sleepyhead!  We're home!"

It was better that she came awake while her parents were 
distracted by me than to have her mutter something 
incriminating from an erotic dream.

"That's the pot calling the kettle black young man.  It 
wouldn't have been someone else I saw asleep in the 
mirror would it?"

"You slept in - not me!" Anna added to her father's 
remark.

"Well it's school tomorrow so you'll be able to catch up 
in class."

"If I don't wake you as I go downstairs in the morning 
you'll probably sleep through all yours without getting 
up."

"Oh, your footsteps aren't *THAT* load on the stairs - 
sometimes I can imagine there being only one or two 
elephants."

"Oh yeah,..."

"Kiddies!"  Ma was no more serious than we were.  "I 
thought we had finished this when Brent grew up."

"He still does it but not for as long," Anna advised her, 
"and not when you're around."

"Well judging from the absence of a car it seems he is 
*NOT* around.  How do you feel about pizza, Roger?  With 
Brent and his chums elsewhere I think I can afford to 
feed us."

After Anna's brief and flippant "How come *HE* gets to 
pick?," choices were made, an order placed and showers 
taken by the younger members of the household before the 
delivery boy turned up.

Since the day turned to night while Anna and I were 
separately clearing off the days sweat and making 
ourselves hygienically clean for...later!... there was 
little point in putting clothes back on.  I had my boxers 
and t-shirt under my towelling robe but in deference to 
my foster parents I wore a baggy pair of tracksuit pants 
as well.

Anna, though, had to be sent back for her robe.  It seems 
a sprightly pair of young breasts pressed against the 
silken fabric of her PJ top was considered too 
distracting either over the dinner table or in the family 
room watching TV.

With Doug in his armchair on the left and Ma in one on 
the right, Anna and I were allowed to share the two 
seater in the middle.  There was the end of a documentary 
and then a half hour sitcom before the evening's main 
fare.  There was some discussion with Doug and Ma 
preferring one show and Anna and I arguing the merits of 
another.

"Can we watch it upstairs then?"

"If you want.  The sofa's more comfortable though."

"No thank you."  Anna got up and I followed.

"Leave the door open."  It seems we weren't to allow 
temptation to sway us - and I couldn't blame them for not 
entirely trusting us.  Watching Anna climb the stairs in 
front of me was every bit as entertaining as it had been 
watching her on the trail.

Feeling she had a couple of minutes - though perhaps no 
more - Anna pushed me into a kitchen chair, turned on the 
TV and sat facing me on my lap with a leg on each side.  
She took my face in her hands and kissed me as she ground 
herself against my suddenly tumescent organ.  It was the 
first time our crotches had been in close contact and it 
was very tempting to get all the intervening clothes out 
of the way.

Satisfied she had felt me hardening as a result of her 
actions, Anna dismounted and changed the channel.  She 
took her own place in the cheapish office chair that 
served the computer and Brent when he wanted to watch TV 
and shortly thereafter Ma came up to her bedroom to get 
comfortable before the downstairs movie got too far 
along.  I heard the shower go on and hinted for Anna to 
come back for another kiss while sitting on my lap.

"Turn the chair around and lean over the back," she 
commanded, totally ignoring my wishes.

Okay, I was curious.  I turned the chair and sat across 
it as Anna had sat over me.

She reached through the opening between backrest and seat 
and slid her hand down inside first the tracksuit pants 
and then my boxers to grab my penis and bring the head 
out where she could see it.

"Can I kiss it *NOW*?  You've had a shower."

I was out of the view of anyone coming up the stairs and 
we could hear if Ma open the bedroom door so I made a 
quick adjustment to free even more length and told Anna I 
would love it if she would.

Anna positioned her chair next to mine, out the way, and 
knelt before me.  About half the length of my penis was 
visible - pointing up to the sky - and Anna pulled the 
waistbands down with one hand and used the other to tilt 
me out towards her instead.

"I like looking at it; it seems so intense.  I mean, when 
I look at it I just know it is intended to push up inside 
me.  Up here..."  Anna retracted my foreskin and kissed 
the tip.  "...it's smooth and pointy so it can go in 
easily.  It *WILL* go in easily won't it?"

"Whenever we're ready."

"It's wider than your thumb though."

The TV covered our words somewhat but the volume was low 
enough that we could hear anyone approaching.

"That will just make the fit snugger and we will both 
enjoy it all the more."

"It's longer than your thumb too though and I felt you 
deep inside me."

"We'll work it out."

"Damn right we will!  I wish we could now."

"That would have to be too quick.  When we make love you 
should have time to enjoy it."

"And you shouldn't?"

"You've got a bit to learn about boys.  There's no doubt 
I'll enjoy it."

"Do you enjoy this?"  Anna parted her lips and took the 
head of my penis in her mouth.  Was she serious!?

"Oh yes.  V-e-r-y nice."

"What should I do?"

("Well don't stop to ask questions." - I *DIDN'T* say!)

"For now that was perfect.  If you want you can lick it a 
little or suck gently or even bob your head up and down 
slowly."

("Or all of the above.")

Anna put a hand on the top of each of my legs and rested 
the crown of her head against the back of the seat and 
spent a couple of minutes exploring my member with her 
mouth.  I gave her encouragement and constructive 
criticism and generally used the necessity of listening 
out to keep myself from teaching Anna the consequences of 
performing a blow job too well.

Fortunately she decided that she had tempted fate long 
enough and finished with a tongue-out lick along the 
underside from my waistband to the piss slit.  She looked 
lovingly at her new friend and gave him a parting peck 
before restoring my waistbands to their rightful places 
and taking her own seat.

"You'd better stay sitting bent over if Ma comes back.  
That lump sticks out like a..."

"Sore thumb?"

"No.  Your thumb is definitely not that big."

"I could always go next door and make it go down."

"Don't you dare!  Not without me at least.  Could you do 
it here?"

"I think that's as risky as you continuing to blow me."

"I guess.  One of the girls at school said her sister 
told her about blowjobs and she apparently said they were 
terrible things.  I thought it was fun."

"There is more to it; I didn't come.  That might be what 
she was talking about."

"I should make you come with my mouth?"

"Not necessarily but that can feel fantastic."

"Someone has given you a blowjob like that?"

"Yes but I haven't had many and none as nice as yours 
really."

"How could it be - you didn't come?"

"Easy.  They weren't you."

>>>
     I wasn't lying.  I had received two blowjobs that
     made me come.  One from a female "consultant" and
     one from a male.

     They had been intended not for my pleasure but,
     firstly, while teaching *ME* the necessary
     techniques and, in the second instance, to realise
     that if I had my eyes closed I wouldn't be able to
     tell if it was a man or a woman on the giving end.

     There had been other blowjobs - as part of a
     training session where I had had to avoid coming too
     soon and where I learned to have sex with people I
     was *NOT* attracted to.

     I hadn't lied.  For all her inexperience, Anna
     hadn't lacked enthusiasm but she also hadn't let it
     take over.  She was also probable the most
     attractive of the women - and not being a male was a
     bonus.

     I didn't know of too many others *LIKE MYSELF*.
     Certainly those of them that I got to meet had a
     wide range of ages; only a couple were in their
     teens and only three female.  I suspected where I
     learned I *COULD* have sex in various forms with
     another man, they learned to eat pussy.  I certainly
     enjoyed that part of my training more than giving
     blowjobs or receiving anal sex.

     It wasn't some weird cult - or even a mainstream
     religion.  I and those receiving similar training
     would be called upon to get close to people in
     unusual circumstances.  It may be that my employers
     needed to have items planted or retrieved or
     confidences bypassed or, as with most of my work, a
     person had to disappear either privately or
     publicly; as an accident or as an obvious murder or
     even an execution.  If I needed to get close then I
     had to do whatever was necessary and I had therefore
     been trained to ignore my own personal tastes and
     qualms.
<<<

"You make sure you teach me the right way then!  I want 
to stay the best."

"Will your parents watch the whole of the movie?"

"Probably.  You not interested in this one?"

I grinned.  The family room downstairs was under the roof 
but I had checked it out and knew I could move across it 
stealthily.  The more important consideration in my mind 
was the principle that, if you only get half a blowjob it 
is better to get the final half.

"Not particularly?  You?"

"It doesn't seem all that interesting now I've seen a 
bit... and it has been a tiring day."

I theatrically yawned.

"Don't do that!" Anna complained, "or you'll have me 
doing it for real."

"Well perhaps if I go to bed and in a couple of minutes 
you explain I left you to watch it by yourself and you've 
decided it's not worth staying up for,..."

"Goodnight then.  Go!"

Anna impatiently waved me away.  I could kiss her 
goodnight later!

I closed and locked my door and prepared my window.  Then 
I hung up my robe and sat on my bed to wait.

A little while later I heard the sound of footsteps going 
down and then coming back up.  Anna stopped at her 
parent's door, knocked and called out goodnight to her 
mother.

I watched the clock.  Two minutes of the five I had set 
aside once Anna's door closed passed slowly.  Ma left her 
bedroom and went back downstairs.  Excellent!  I had been 
worried she might hear any "excess" noise from Anna's 
room.

A sound drew my attention to the window and Anna was 
kneeling outside.  Shit!  I only hoped she had tried to 
be cat-like.

"Come here," she commanded.  I listened instead for any 
sound from downstairs.

"Come here!" she repeated.

I was a little annoyed.  The roof was safe enough but it 
was a chance I preferred she hadn't taken.

"You should have waited."

"Well I didn't.  Drop your pants and come here!"

I obeyed.  Fate had conspired against me this time and I 
simply had to go along with its wishes - and Anna's.

Anna made me stick my penis out through the window.  With 
little effort it was hard and, bending right over to 
compensate for her higher position, she sucked it into 
her mouth, continuing on from where she had left off.

"Tell me...," she muttered around the flesh lollypop, 
"...what you want."

"Okay, but you still shouldn't have come here love."

Anna stopped again.  "If you come it's going to be like 
in the park, isn't it?"

"A bit."

"And if your cum is splashed everywhere, whose bedroom is 
it going to cause less trouble in?"

"Okay, mine - but I don't have to splash it everywhere."

"Oh!  Well I'm here now so tell me!"

I gave up.  "Hang on."  I grabbed a handful of tissues 
and shoved them, in a ball, into the short sleeve of my 
T-shirt.

"All right.  How about you slowly suck on just the end 
for a start?"  Anna took hold.  "No, leave the foreskin 
as it is for now."  I braced myself against the sides of 
the window frame as she worked on me.

With such sparse instructions some confusion was 
inevitable and Anna did only suck on the end - about half 
of the head, stretching the foreskin out past the tip so 
only a short fold of skin was held trapped between her 
lips.

All the effort she was putting into pleasing me was being 
concentrated on a very small area.  The head moved in and 
out as she sucked and released, sometimes wrapped in the 
foreskin, sometimes emerging as the pressure of her lips 
held that back.  It was a "mouse fuck" - my prick barely 
entering Anna's mouth before withdrawing.  It was 
seductively pleasant.

"Try to take a little more into your mouth and you can 
rub your tongue around it too then."

"What's the magic word?"

"If you keep this up I'll eat you till you scream."

"Close enough."

Anna was laying across the roof.  Though it was by no 
means as attractive as her PJs, I was glad she'd thrown 
an old sweat shirt and pants on over them - tile dust and 
grime on her PJs would have been hard to explain in the 
laundry.

That wasn't the only thing hard, though the only issue 
there was how long it could stay that way.  Anna was a 
little clumsy - her teeth caught me unawares a couple of 
times - but I put up with it; there were enough good 
moments that I didn't want to upset her.  I could always 
give her a post-game review.

I was silent as I stood there, just enjoying.  I didn't 
even hold Anna's head, letting her do her own thing 
instead of trying to control her.  It was even better 
than the earlier hand job, which wasn't guaranteed.

I could feel the pressure building and knew I dare not 
inflict a mouthful of cum on Anna all unprepared - her 
reaction would be unpredictable and could even involve 
her falling off the roof.  Just as bad though would be 
Anna coughing or hawking or even throwing up.

"Anna.  You have to hold off now."

She stopped and looked up.  "Why?"

"Because you won't want to have me come in your mouth 
while you are out there."

Anna accepted the wisdom of my comments.  "Well let me 
watch you do it then."

And that was how I came to be pumping on my prick while 
it was poked out of my window and while a sixteen year 
old girl lay there watching me.

Watching the expression on her face was almost adequate 
compensation for losing her tongue and her lips.  Even 
having her hand beneath my balls would have helped but I 
guess even thinking about what that would feel like 
turned out to be enough.

I positioned the tissues where they would catch the 
emissions that spurted forth without blocking Anna's 
view.  She raised herself up - moving out the way though 
she was in no danger and I felt my body convulse.

"Ooh!"  Anna had seen me spurt before and was fascinated 
to see it again.  Her lips moved as she counted to 
herself and she seemed satisfied that she had made me 
spurt one more time than I had.

The oozing finality of my release just avoided a 
theatrical drop to the window sill and I decided not to 
wipe it away.

"If you want to taste me, you have a chance now."

"Is it okay?"  Now why did she think I'd know?

"You'll have to judge for yourself."

Anna decided to do just that.  Yet again I was swallowed 
and, even though I had just come, it felt better than 
just good.

Anna took me deep into her mouth and let her tongue 
rotated under, over and around!  She paused, registering 
the taste and then sucked on it in a manner likely to 
make it hard again.  Satisfied it wasn't about to let fly 
with another spurt she got more vigorous with the 
softening organ until pumping the fat limp noodle became 
more humorous than erotic.

She stopped and sat up.  "That was fun...and it didn't 
taste too bad.  Sorry, but it's not as nice as your thumb 
tasted."

"That's okay.  I'd agree with you - you were sweet."  Why 
don't you come and sit through the window and I'll show 
you what I mean."

I stepped back to give Anna room and pulled up my boxers 
again.

Anna sat down and looked through the window at me; I 
pretended to kiss her on the other side of the glass.  I 
gripped her pants on either side of her hips and told her 
to lift her butt up for a second.

A second was all it took to strip her from the waist 
down.  Dropping her pants, and the PJ bottoms I found in 
them, onto the floor I knelt by the window and lifted 
Anna's knees onto my shoulders.

My arms fitted easily out though the window and I was 
able to grip Anna's butt while I spread dry kisses along 
her thighs as I headed towards her pussy.

Anna's knees spread apart and I had no trouble reaching 
right back to her pussy.  I extended my tongue and 
explored the light coating of hair and met her lips.  
They parted and, exactly as before, there was no need to 
search for what I now knew were tasty juices.

The seal broken, Anna's scent filled my nostrils and, as 
I drove my tongue inside her, I was conscious only of the 
treat I was enjoying.

Anna's inner lips unfolded into my mouth and I stretched 
them out, cleaning them of all trace of juice as Anna had 
cleaned the cum from my prick.

I had her excited, eager and yearning for a rapid release 
when the obvious sounds of Brent coming up the stairs 
caused me to stop what I was doing.

"I'll ask her in the morning," came from somewhere near 
the top of the staircase.

"She won't be asleep yet," was the softer reply.
I grabbed Anna's things, pressed them into her hands as 
her feet disappeared back out the window, and whispered, 
"I'll stall him - be careful and *QUIET*!"

Anna nodded and I watched her bare ass for a second 
before heading to the door.  I grabbed my pillow and 
wiped my face with it as I passed near my bed.  I didn't 
need to adjust my penis - the sudden shock had lowered 
its profile almost immediately.  I only had to check that 
the buttoned fly was secure.

I opened my door as Brent knocked on the door at the 
other end of the corridor.  "Anna?  Are you awake?"

"Hi Brent," I called out, and he turned to greet me.

"Roger."  Brent's nod to me was as an acquaintance who 
happened to share his house.  I was like a flat mate who 
paid my share of the rent but didn't come to any parties 
or watch any games with him - someone to politely ignore.

"I just want to brush my teeth and the bathroom is all 
yours.  Okay?"

Brent didn't stop to consider how stupid my actions were 
- or if not stupid, utterly wimpy.  He had just come home 
- if he was going to use the bathroom I would be in and 
out while he was still calling into his room to grab his 
things.

"Yeah.  Okay.  G'dnight."

"Goodnight."

I entered the bathroom, kicked the door with the side of 
my foot and hopped back on the other with an "Ow!".  My 
back hit the wall on the other side with a bang and not 
only had I distracted Brent but Doug also called up from 
below.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah," I answered.  "I just stubbed my toe on the 
bathroom door.  I'm okay."

It was interesting that no-one queried how I could kick 
my toe against a door that opened inwards.  Perhaps Doug 
thought I was coming out.

I waved to Brent and limped in to not-brush my teeth.  I 
heard him knock again and repeat "Anna?".

"What?" came her answer.

"Do you have the street directory?  I need to go out 
early tomorrow before classes."

"It's in the bookshelf in the Lounge.  Top shelf, to the 
left."

She closed the door as I left the bathroom.  Brent said 
thanks and followed me down the corridor.

"Goodnight," I repeated.

"Night Roger."  Brent headed downstairs and I headed out 
my window and quickly across the roof while I knew I 
didn't have to bend over.

I tapped on Anna's window - she had closed it on arriving 
back where she was supposed to be.  I could see she was 
excited and pleased with herself.  Nothing like the 
adrenalin rush of a little danger to raise the libido!

I was soundly kissed before I had a chance to do more 
than stand before her.

"I thought you brushed your teeth?"

"I bought the new pussy-flavoured brand.  You *MUST* have 
seen it advertised on TV."

"I don't think so but that was so close!"

"As close as you were I think.  Do you want me to finish 
what I started?"

"Would you?  Then I can make you come again and you can 
make me come and..."

"Hey!  You might be getting a little greedy for one 
night.  We *DO* have to get some sleep before school 
tomorrow."

"Well how about you eat me again then I make you come one 
more time.  I want to try to swallow you.  I think I can 
do it."

"Well we could save time and eat each other together."

"How?"

"I'll lay on my back and you lay over me with your legs 
by my ears.  I can eat you and you can eat me.  Have you 
got some tissues?"

"Why?"

"In case you change your mind when it goes off."

"But I *WANT* to try to swallow it."

"And if you can't for any reason then you'll have a 
backup plan ready."

"You think of everything."

"Right now I'm thinking of you and how lucky I am to have 
ended up here."

"Lie down then and I'll show you exactly how lucky!"

Anna lost her PJ shorts and mine were moved to my knees.  
She covered me with her body and once more I found myself 
wishing I could use the condom in my pocket - I still 
thought it better for us to wait!

As soon as I made contact with my tongue Anna gasped and 
sought my penis.  I tapped her leg.

"Hmm?"

"I'll try to give you plenty of warning with three taps 
like that.  If there are more than three, something is 
wrong and you need to stop immediately and get off of me.  
Okay?"

"Okay."

We resumed our activities.

Anna's body had replaced some of the juices I had drained 
from it earlier and I found my mouth being filled with 
the sweet slime.  That sounds terrible, I know; it was 
anything but that however.  Thicker than water, the flow 
stayed in my mouth until my tongue scoured it when I 
swallowed.

The whole of my tongue was covered and I experienced a 
wide range of taste sensations - incentive enough in 
itself to delve even deeper and to sweep my tongue over 
every part of Anna's pussy, even without the change it 
caused in Anna's behaviour.

I had no trouble telling when I hit the right spots - 
Anna's mouth became a vacuum cleaner and her tongue 
became hyper-active.  I took advantage of this knowledge 
to get her to ease off occasionally since she 
automatically relaxed if I paused for a second and then 
my milder touch merely kept her active at a lower level.

Despite my best efforts though, each time I triggered 
some sensitive point that drove Anna higher meant that 
she never returned to the lesser level of arousal and so 
she leapt up the stairs of her own orgasmic staircase 
getting ever closer to the top.

And as that landing approached, nothing was going to stop 
her working my penis in ever more exciting ways.  I 
signalled with three taps and continued to tongue the 
squirming girl.  She sucked magnificently - fucking me 
with her mouth as her pristine pussy had yet to do.  I 
gave another three taps - more urgent yet with enough 
pause between the sets that Anna was not about to 
consider that as an emergency signal.

I didn't even know if she registered the first set and 
right then, as the first surge left my body, I didn't 
care.

I paused, both to enjoy and to avoid causing Anna to 
react to having an orgasm as well by clenching her jaws.  
A second spasm and her body seemed to shake too.  Had my 
explosion ignited some sympathetic response?  It seemed 
so.

Anna was coping with the semen filling her mouth, only a 
little leaking past her lips to trail down my member.  At 
the same time her legs crushed my ears and all I could 
really do was to let my breath tickle the sensitive 
surfaces just out of my reach.

Anna tapped three times on my thigh.  I assumed she 
wanted me to stop rather than that she was signalling she 
was about to come again.  I released my hold over her and 
she climbed up and off of me.

"That was not nice," she complained.

"Oh, sorry.  If you tell me what I did wrong I'll try to 
do it better next time."

"No.  *THAT* was better than perfect.  You didn't taste 
nice."

"Well you don't *HAVE* to let me come in your mouth."

"Did you like it though?  Better than me rubbing you?"

"Oh yes."

"Then I don't mind.  I don't like the smell of eggs 
cooking but I can put up with it for the taste of yolk 
running over my toast.  You're better than eggs any day!"

"I'd rather have you for breakfast too."

"But we're stuck with late night snacks, I know.  Thank 
you for giving me time with Brent."

"Self-interest sweetheart."

"I like that."

"What 'Sweetheart'?"

"And being held by you while you say it."

Anna nuzzled into my neck.  It would have been nice to 
just stay there through the night with her - though the 
floor would have been hard and her small bed perhaps as 
uncomfortable.  It was enjoyable enough not to simply 
come and go.  I'm sure Anna was happier that I was 
hanging around.

We kissed with a tender appreciation of each other's 
company rather than with passion.  With lust dealt with, 
we could quietly fool around.  I was happy and the 
temporary nature of our relationship didn't make my 
feelings for this attractive young woman any less 
sincere.

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