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Written: 14 November 2019

Clippy
by Isabella Story Code: M/F, M/f, Public Sex, Prostitution, Under Age

This story is set in ummer 1970

My mother was a clippie, some of my school friends thought that was a euphemism for a whore. My father was a bus driver but no one ever confused what he did for a living. I was a bit of a tomboy, fourteen years old, I danced and I played football...the two extremes, from a very girly-girl when I danced and a brutal bruiser when I played football.

After school I walked to my dance class and at six-thirty I went to football training. Both of my passions seemed to attract more than their fair share of dykes but I wasn't one of them...I preferred to dance with boys...I preferred to play football against boys and I totally preferred to kiss boys. It was nine o'clock when football training finished and the coach didn't like the under sixteen year old girls walking home alone...naturally every one of the over eighteen year old girls, who had cars, offered me a lift home and all of the over eighteen year old boys had cars and they all offered me a lift home as well.

I accepted a lift off of Martin Pole...Martin was a bit hands on but he hadn't strayed under my clothes on previous lifts he had given me...lots of kisses but that was okay with me, half way home we'd usually pull into my school's driveway and have a ten minute snog while Martin fumbled with my tits on the outside of my t-shirt and after a ten minute stop, Martin would take me home.

Well, that was the usual scheme of things but tonight, Martin asked me if we could sit in the back of the car instead of the front seats...that was a first in twenty weeks of giving me a lift home...so far all of our fumbling had been in the front of his car.

I had a little talk with myself, did it really matter if we sat in the front or the back of the car...all we'd ever done so far was kiss and Martin rubbed his hands over my tits through my t-shirt and bra...I'd never been asked to touch him! Well, not until tonight. I let him talk me into the back seat and we kissed, he grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand over to his lap. He'd obviously opened his jeans as the opening salvo of kisses started up and now my palm was pressed down on his cockhead.

I just sat there with my hand on top of his cock, I wasn't moving my hand about even though I was sure that he'd rather I did. Martin put his hand on my hip, that was another change in his game plan...for me...Martin was well offside but then he headed for his usual target, hand heading for my left breast...only this time...Martin's hand was on the inside of my t-shirt and not on the outside as it usually was.

He pushed his tongue into my mouth...another change in his game plan. I let go of his cock and as I did, he lifted the cup off my bra up off of my breast and started skin on skin contact.

My left hand started pulling at Martin's right hand...trying to get it off of my tit but I couldn't budge it, even with both hands I couldn't get his hand away from my breast. Martin suddenly rolled me onto my back with him on top of me on the back seat of the car. He was pulling at my tracksuit bottoms with his left hand and his body was now blocking my hands from trying to stop him pulling my pants down.

I was trying to shout at him but his mouth covering mine stopped me...mind you, where we were parked up, it wouldn't have mattered if I had screamed my head off, no one would have heard us.

I felt the elastic of my joggers give way, one of the seams or another had failed and now I could feel the hot head of his cock pressing against my belly and he was shuffling his body around to line his cock up with my cunt. As he moved he lost lip-lock and I managed to shout at the top of my voice..."Martin...What will your wife say when I tell her what you're doing to me...what if it was one of your mates giving your daughter a lift home and tried this on with her?"

I felt Martin's cock soften instantly at the image I'd put in his head...his daughter was only six years old but it wouldn't be long before she would become the interest of some male predator just like I was for so many of the men at our club...God, the women too. It could just as easily have been my team captain Fiona pressing my back into the upholstery in the back of her Vauxhall Vanguard while she tried to get her hand inside the crotch of my knickers.

Martin calmed down instantly, he let go of my breast and rolled away from me.

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"I'm sorry Sarah...I don't really have any excuse...it's just that I'm going through a difficult patch with Mary, she hasn't let me into bed with her for a month and I'm getting a little desperate."

I pulled my bra cup back into place, pulled my tracksuit bottoms and knickers back in place as best as I could. My back was pressed against the left hand side door and he had his back against the door on the right, his cock was still out, it looked very sad. Just moments earlier his knob-head had filled my palm and now it looked like it was smaller than my index finger.

He was looking at me, "You won't tell Mary will you?"

"You just made a prat of yourself, if I tell Mary she'd only blame me...wives always do!"

He gave me a half grin, I wriggled in my seat to get my body more upright and my tracksuit bottoms slipped down, showing my red knickers above the fractured waistband. His grin widened slightly and the message that I wasn't planning on telling his wife what he'd tried to do got through to his cock and it lifted its head again and started to inflate all over again.

"Sarah...I know that I've been a prat but...well..." He checked his watch, "...we still have a few minutes. If I don't actually touch you, can we kiss for a few minutes while I get rid of my 'Blue Balls'?"

I had expected a ten minute snogging session minimum so that wouldn't be a problem and now I was looking at his hand rubbing his cock. I'd seen boy's cocks before but Martin wasn't a boy, he was a man, he was married and he had a six year old daughter. His cock was on a different scale entirely to any boy's cocks that I'd seen before.

'Would it kill me to just kiss him while he sorted his self out?' The answer to that question would be a resounding 'No!'

I rolled onto my knees and leaned over his lap to kiss him. As he was rubbing his cock with his right hand, he started lifting his hips as his breathing turned ragged. The tip of his cock kept hitting my abdomen as did his fist. I wasn't so worried because he wasn't trying to hold me in place against my will. I suddenly felt my belly getting very wet as his cock spat at me. His whole body stiffened in some massive spasm and he stopped breathing for a long moment.

"Do you feel better now Martin?"

"God Sarah...that was bloody great...would have been better if I could have touched your tits or looked at them or something...I am really sorry that I tried to screw you though!"

"Okay then, you'd better take me home...I'm going to have enough trouble explaining my torn trousers as it is without adding getting home late as well.

I had to hold my trousers up as I moved from the back to the front seat of the car. The waistband of both my trousers and knickers had gone.

Martin drove out of the school and on towards my house. I spotted the number eighteen bus, it had stopped short of the terminus, all of its lights were out, the number eighteen bus ran along Court Crescent from the Hinckley Road, the park was on the left hand side of the road and there was a social housing estate on the right.

Half way along the park there was a roundabout, on the left, the roundabout opened into the park's car park and on the right was Woodshaw Rise, just after Woodshaw Rise was the terminus where the bus would usually wait for it's time to leave to head back into town.

The park was actually closed at that time of the night but the bus was snugged onto the throat of the car park's entrance. I knew that my mother was on the number eighteen route tonight and that she and her driver, Fred Ross, were testing out an experimental bus. The bus parked up was number sixty-seven 'X', the 'X' stood for experimental. It was a Roadmafter bus, the kind with an open footplate at the back but the company were looking to getting rid of bus conductors like my mother, letting the driver operate the whole bus...that was fine on single decker busses, the driver could see everyone from the drivers seat but on double decker busses, the driver would have no idea what was going on upstairs.

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The bus that Fred was driving had been fitted with a periscope up to the top deck, all the driver had to do was look up and he could see through a convex mirror mounted by the roof on the front right hand side, just one of the options that the company was looking at for its change to driver only busses.

"That could be my mother's bus, she will probably have a safety pin to hold my trousers up!"

"You can't let your mum see you like that!"

"I'd rather my mother saw it than my dad...and he'll be waiting at home for me!"

Martin stopped behind the bus, he actually had to pull on to the footpath to keep the roundabout clear.

I jumped on the footplate, Fred wasn't in the cab and my mother wasn't sitting on the bench seat close to the footplate as she usually did at the terminus. I ran up the stairs and came face to face with Fred's naked and very hairy arse. My mother was on her back, on the rear bench seat by the stairs at the back of the bus and her driver was fucking her.

My mother was one of the last clippies that still wore skirts to work, all the rest had switched to slacks because of the stairs and running up and down them while the bus was moving, the open rear footplate caused wind swirls that lifted skirts of passengers and staff alike.

They had heard me running up the stairs but Fred had reached a delicate point in his cycle so couldn't just pull up to a stop and my mother was climaxing...so she didn't want to stop, she did look at me and control herself just enough to tell me to wait for her downstairs. I spotted her knickers around her left ankle, tiny, frilly, little black knickers.

Fortunately Martin had stopped in his car so he didn't see anything. My mother walked down the stairs, she had a little black ball in one hand, her knickers in her hand and not covering her arse, in the other hand she was dangling a condom, its teat heavy with essence of Fred. The condom was dropped in the little litter bin on the exit from the bus, the bin was designed for used bus tickets really rather than used condoms.

"Why did you come looking for me darling?"

"I have a little problem!"

I twisted my hips to show my mother the torn side of my tracksuit bottoms. Mum looked out of the back window at Martin.

"You know he's married don't you...married with a baby girl...at least tell me he used a condom!"

"I stopped him...I didn't let him do anything to me!"

"Why not...you're fourteen now...I was fourteen when I had you, my mother was only thirteen when she had me and Martin Pole is handsome enough...as good as anyone else to lose your cherry to!"

"Mum...he's a married man...I can't do anything with a married man."

Fred slinked down the stairs, "Everything okay?"

"Just a little torn clothing...nothing too extreme...how long have I got?"

"Four minutes but if you need more time, I can radio the office and tell them that the periscope has come loose and I need to screw it back in place!"

"Shouldn't take too long, I've got a sewing kit in my locker."

Fred nodded his head, my mother looked at him and then at Martin and back at me, "Take your tracksuit bottoms off and I'll sew the seam back up!"

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Fred grinned at me, I looked in my mother's eyes and gestured with my head in his direction, I was clearly letting my body language tell her that I shouldn't do it in front of Fred.

"Come on, I've got less than four minutes...anyway, after Martin has taken your cherry, you could do much worse than letting Fred take a turn at you, he's handsome and has a wonderfully big cock, great staying power too, I recommend him to all of my frustrated friends and any of them that are trying for a baby."

My mother had just told me to let Martin fuck me...I'd have put a weeks pocket money on her insisting that I remained a virgin until I was in my thirties!

I pulled my tracksuit bottoms off and my knickers started to fall down. "I won't have time to sew them as well, you may as well just take them off.!"

"Muuuuuuum! I can't go round without knickers."

My mother looked at Fred and then she pulled her skirt up to flash her pussy at me, "I'm not wearing any and I'm wearing a skirt, not tracksuit bottoms...and, I have to run up and down the stairs between now and midnight. Come on, if you're shy, just pull your t-shirt down to cover your fanny before you take them off."

Once Fred realised that he wasn't going to see my pussy any time soon he left us and went to the cab of the bus and climbed in. It took my mum just a few minutes to sew the seam. She looked at her watch, "If you want my advice, get Martin to drop you off around the corner from home, tell your dad that you couldn't get a lift home and caught my bus and give him a note from me!"

I watched as my mother wrote, 'So fucking horny...I have a fifteen minute break in the town centre...I'll be waiting for you with no knickers on!'

She folded the note up as Fred started the bus, turned the lights back on and started moving around the roundabout slowly to the terminus stop where four people were waiting for him.

"Don't do Martin in my bed...make do with your own and don't make a mess, put a towel under your bum. It will take your dad an hour to get into town and back...and the fifteen minutes he'll be fucking me so set the limit with Martin to an hour after your dad leaves..." she pressed the note into my hand and then a foil wrapped condom, "...make Martin use the condom and make him take the condom and the foil wrapper with him when he leaves!"

I balled my knickers up in my hand and jumped off the bus. I went back to Martin's car, I slipped in the front passenger seat, I unzipped my sport bag...

"Your mother looked really pissed off at me...she's not going to tell Mary is she?"

...I was just about to open my hand to drop my knickers into my sport bag.

"What's that?"

I opened my hand to show him my torn knickers, "Mum didn't have the time to sew these as well!" I dropped my knickers into my sport bag and zipped it closed.

"So...what did she say about your ripped clothes?"

"She said that I should have just let you fuck me...it would have saved damaging my clothes...you need to drive me home but drop me just around the corner and wait for my dad to drive away before you come round."

"Why will your dad go out at this time of night?"

"I'm going to tell him that I couldn't get a lift home so I caught the number eighteen bus home...my mother's bus and she gave me a letter for him...I'm sure he'll go out for at least an hour after reading my mother's note!"

"How can you be so sure?"

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I let him read the note, "Mum also gave me this for you to use," he drove like a mad man to my house...or as close as he could get without my dad spotting his car.

I almost ran to my front door so that I'd be a little out of breath and red faced as if I'd lugged my heavy sports bag all the way from Court Crescent. I knocked the door and my dad opened it, "Where the hell have you been until this time of night?"

"I couldn't get a lift so I caught the number eighteen bus...mum's bus...she gave me a note for you!"

"They're very late, you should have been here almost ten minutes ago if you caught your mother's bus."

I thought fast, "I think that Mr Ross was having trouble with that periwinkle thing in his cab."

"Periscope, his bus today has the periscope fitted in it to test how well the driver can keep an eye on the upper deck of the bus as he drives along."

"Well, it doesn't look very good, it looked like Mr Ross was having to hold it up as he drove along."

My dad was now reading the note from my mother, "I've got to go out for an hour or so...behave yourself and be in bed before I get home!"

"What did the note say dad?"

He screwed the paper up and pushed it in his pocket, "Nothing much, she just wanted me to take something to her in town for her rest break."

My dad drove away like a scalded cat, he didn't even look in Martin's direction at the end of the road, he took the corner on two wheels and rocketed off down Bendbow Rise.

I stood at the open front door watching my dad's tail lights disappearing, Martin left his car where it was and he ran around to me.

"I left my car around the corner in case your dad gets home before you expect him to."

"If you're still here when my dad gets home, you won't need a car...you'll need a wheelchair!"

I closed the door behind Martin and pointed the way to my bedroom, as I climbed the stairs behind him, my comment ran through my mind, I analysed it, picked it apart...

My dad is twenty years older than my mum and she had told me that she was only fourteen when she had me so they must have started having sex when he was thirty-three and she was thirteen...maybe even younger and my dad was married to his first wife, Ann, when I was born. It took him so long to divorce his wife that I was seven years old before my mum and dad finally got married. Perhaps he will see it as 'Normal' for a girl of my age to welcome the advances of an older, married man!

Martin grabbed me and pulled at my tracksuit bottoms, I slapped his hands away, "Haven't you done enough damage already?"

I pulled away from him and fetched a dark towel to cover my bottom sheet, I passed him the condom and told him to put it on.

He pulled his trousers and underpants off and rolled the foil wrapped condom around in his fingers, "The thing is Sarah, we only have the one condom and you'll be so tight...that and I'm so fucking turned on...I won't last two minutes and we do have a whole hour to play..."

"So?"

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"I was just wondering if we can fool around a little first...foreplay kind of thing...I could use my fingers to get you off and you could use your hand to get me off the first time so that I'll last longer when we finally get to do it...erm...I said your hand but I'd really love it if you used your hand and your mouth at the same rime!"

I stripped myself off totally, not just my trousers. Martin used his fingers to get me off a few times and then asked me if I'd suck his cock for him. It took him a while to teach me what to do but as soon as I got into my stride he fired his jiz into my mouth in less than a minute...well, I say into my mouth, as soon as I got the first jet of the thick disgusting cock-slime in my mouth, I pulled away from him and the rest went all over my face and tits.

I ran for the bathroom and washed my mouth out first and then washed my face and tits before returning to Martin. He was laughing at the way I'd reacted to him shooting into my mouth, "If you want to use that condom...you'd better stop laughing at me!"

I watched as he rolled the condom down his cock and then got into position for him on my bed. I screamed for a full minute as he forced his cock in my cunt but it was soon all pleasure. At least I had my first experience with an older man...one who had been married for almost ten years so he had lots of experience, rather than my first time being with a boy of my own age who would have probably left me disappointed and put me off sex for years.

Martin didn't use his full hour, even though I'd already taken his first seed, he still climaxed faster than he expected because my cunt was so tight. I couldn't blame him for running as fast as he could though as he would have to make excuses to his wife when he got home and Mary was pissed off with him already.

I was still awake when my dad got home, he took a shower and went straight to bed because he had to start work at five o'clock in the morning.

I was in bed but still awake, I couldn't sleep after the near rape in Martin's car followed by catching my mum being fucked by her driver and then my mother telling me to let Martin fuck me and even engineering things so that I could lose my cherry in the comfort...well, almost comfort...of my own single bed.

I heard a car pull up in the street, it would have been Fred Ross bringing my mother home, she should have been home at midnight but they often did overtime on the late employee's bus...the bus that took the transport staff home after the last bus into town at eleven o'clock.

I went to my window and looked out, I half expected to see my mum and Fred in the front of the car snogging but, even though it was Fred's car and it was sitting outside my house with its engine running, my mother wasn't in the front passenger seat.

Fearing that there might be a problem with my mother I ran down the stairs and opened the front door, I stopped in my tracks though when I realised that Fred was looking over his shoulder at something going on in the back of the car. I saw my second naked man's arse that night but this time it wasn't Fred's arse but I was sure that the knees either side of those buttocks were my mother's knees!

I closed the front door quietly and ran back to my bedroom and watched from above again. I watched Fred's car rocking from side to side as my mother was fucked by another man. When they finished my mum climbed out of the back of the car and she was followed by Keith Driver...talk about 'Nominative Determinism...Keith's last name was Driver and so was his job. Keith often drove my mother, she seemed to rotate around four drivers over a year

Mum climbed the stairs and pushed my door open, I'd jumped back into bed but she saw that I was still awake, "Did Martin make you happy?"

"Yes, very happy!"

"Are you sore?"

I shook my head.

"Well, now that you've broken your duck, you should try a few boys closer to your own age as well as older men than Martin Pole as well...I'm sure that Fred would love to fuck you one day if you fancy a man of his age."

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After my mother left my bedroom I lay in bed trying to get to sleep but just couldn't and there is nothing more boring than being awake and alone in the middle of the night with no lights in the world.

I heard my dad get up at half past four and followed him down to the kitchen. He put the kettle on to make a flask of tea to take to work with him as well as a cup of coffee to drink before he left for work. I walked in just as he popped two slices of bread into the toaster.

"What are you doing up so early?"

"Couldn't sleep."

"Why, is there something wrong?"

I took over making his toast for him while he concentrated on his tea and coffee.

"Just bad stomach cramps...I think it might be my time..."

I was cut short, there was nothing guaranteed to make a father stop asking questions than a fourteen year old daughter talking about her periods.

I watched my dad as he walked around the kitchen, all he was wearing was underpants...usually I would be all silly and embarrassed...I'd look everywhere but at him but this morning, I was actually looking at him...seriously looking.

As I buttered his toast I wondered what his cock would look like when it was hard. As he walked back to the kitchen table he spotted me looking at the front of his underpants and I spotted it twitch, it was curled up down there and it started to unwind as he looked at me standing there wearing just my nighty.

"What route are you on today?"

"Number thirty-two...why?"

"Just wondered...who's on the back with you today?"

"I'm rostered to be driving June Ross this week...so, what's my route on the thirty-two?"

"Humberstone Gate out to the Uppingham Road, right into St Barnabas Road and on to East Park Road then right into Evington Road...then Right into London Road and down Grandby Street and on to Gallowtree Gate and ending up on the Belgrave Gate stand..."

"Can you remember where it goes after that?"

"The second half is easy...straight out on the A46 to the Herald of Peace pub and back on the same road until the Charles Street roundabout then left into Charles Street and left into Humberstone Gate to start all over again."

"You'll make a great bus driver when you're older."

I laughed at that, there wasn't a single women driving on the busses in Leicester.

I ironed all of my clean clothes, even pressed my gymslip because I was so bored.

I did all the homework that I could find and then sat listening to the radio for the last thirty minutes...

I spotted Mark Ross out in the street, Mark was a boy from my class at school...he also happened to be the son of Fred and June Ross. Mark lived on Bendbow Rise and always walked down Bendbow Rise to the park, he crossed the park so he could lark about with his friends as they walked across the park to school. I always walked along my street to Gallards Hill and then down to Court Crescent and along to Hinckley Road to school, it was a little further but I didn't have to walk across wet grass. I'd never seen Mark on my street before school before and almost never on his own as he was usually hanging with his mates.

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It was very early still but I got the feeling that Mark was hanging around for me...even though I had no idea why he would wait for me to walk to school, we almost never spoke at school.

I dressed as quickly as I could and ran from the house with my satchel over my shoulder. Mark had his back to me as I ran but as soon as it looked like he was about to turn to look in my direction, I skidded to a halt so that Mark didn't see that I was eager to get to him.

As we turned into Gallards Hill I was grabbed by the scruff of my neck by Mary Pole, she shook me so hard that she popped three buttons of my blouse and snapped one shoulder strap of my bra, "Are you the little tramp that my husband took home from football training last night?"

I shrugged her off, "No, he had to go somewhere after training last night so I had to catch the bus home."

"Well, he stank of your perfume...Parisian Nights...and he got home an hour later than usual and the stupid bastard still had the bloody condom he used in his pocket..."

I looked at Mark, he'd stepped back and was just grinning at me, grinning at my discomfort and the fact that my left breast was out in the open out there in the street.

"...well, I doubt he'll be giving you a lift home again any time soon, I've kicked his arse out and kept the car as I paid for it."

Once we were out of earshot of Mary Pole Mark said, "Was it her husband that took your cherry last night?"

"What?"

"Don't look at me like that...my dad told me that you were half raped by a man last night and that your mum gave you a condom and told you to let the guy fuck you!"

"I think your dad should keep his bloody mouth shut!"

"Don't be like that...my dad told me that he thought that you might be ready for a steady boyfriend now that you've lost your virginity and he thought that I should be that boyfriend!"

"My dad wouldn't let me have a boyfriend at my age."

I pulled my blouse into place over my exposed breast and we walked on to school. We were so early when we reached school that we were the only kids in the playground. I let Mark talk me into going behind the bike sheds with him...he said that he wanted to try and help me to fix my bra strap before class and that's where we were caught, me half naked and Mark's hands inside my bra.

The headmaster refused to believe our excuses and after almost an hour if investigating, Mark and I were sent home for a seven day exclusion from school.

Mark asked if I wanted to go with him to his house, "No...my mum's at home...I'd better go there and tell her what happened...you'd better go and tell your dad as well!"

We walked up Bendbow Rise so we reached Mark's house first, I let him kiss me goodbye and as we kissed, I spotted his dad watching us from their living room. As I turned the corner to my road I spotted a flash car parked in front of my house and something strange, our table lamp that usually lived on the sideboard was actually sitting on the windowsill with a red silk scarf covering it and even though it was broad daylight, the table lamp was on.

The front door wasn't locked so I didn't have to knock it to get let in, I walked past the rear sitting room, we hadn't used that room for over a year. My Granny Betty had been sleeping in that room for the last few years of her life, all of her stuff was still in that room, including her big, old fashioned, bed. My mother had just locked the room after her mother passed away and we'd never gone in there since.

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I went through every room in the house and couldn't find my mother anywhere, as a last resort I tried the door handle to my grandmother's old bedroom. I found my mother, she was on my gran's old bed with a man, on the bedside table there was a pile of cash and a large box of condoms.

I was just about to say something when the front doorbell sounded, my mother said, "Fuck...I forgot to turn the light off!"

The man was busy fucking here and didn't seem inclined to stop while my mother went to tell whoever it was that she was busy. Mum chose that moment to look in my direction, "Sarah darling...do me a favour please. Close the bedroom door and answer the front door, if it's a man looking for me take him into the living room and offere him a cup of tea or coffee and while you're in the living room, turn the light on the windowsill off please!"

I closed the bedroom door and went to the front door, I opened it, "Hello darling...sorry...I was expecting..."

"My mother?"

"Well, I guess so...yes."

"Mum's busy, she told me to take you into the living room and offer you tea or coffee."

I guided him into the living room and turned the little light in the window off.

"So, how much do you charge?"

That little light bulb suddenly lit above my head...you know the one... Archimedes found it the day he stepped into the bathtub. The kids at school who asked if my mother being a clippie was a euphemism for her being a whore probably knew more about what my mother got up to when my dad was on day shift and I was at school than I did!

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