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Note: this is an epilogue to the Hell's Bedroom series. Read this last<\/em>.<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
Harrison<\/h1>\n\n\n\n
Harrison hadn\u2019t ever expected to be interested in watching one woman top another, but here he was\u2014standing in the walkway between the inner and outer circles of Hell\u2019s Bedroom with Cash wrapped around him in a typical octopus pose and smiling at the scene in front of him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kimi was taking Ilona through her paces, having her kneel in various postures or crawl around to fetch trinkets she threw. It reminded Harrison of the day he\u2019d tried to play service sub for Cash, back before either of them had fully understood how wrong a role that would be for him. But it suited Ilona, as it always had. She was beautiful today in a frothy bit of pink lingerie, graceful on her knees. Her gaze never rose above floor level, and a gentle, contented smile played over her painted lips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Next to Harrison, Francesca was watching the scene with a less contented expression.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDoes it bother you having Ilona sub for someone else?\u201d Harrison asked her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not sexual,\u201d she said quickly. \u201cIf Kimi\u2019s going to switch, she needs practice topping, and Ilona wanted to help.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t say it was sexual. I asked if it bothered you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Francesca turned to him with the glimmer of a smile. \u201cA little. Though I\u2019m happy to see how well Kimi\u2019s progressing. She\u2019s so much stronger than she ever realized.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Harrison nodded. Kimi lived separately from Francesca now with a vanilla roommate she called \u201cthe whiner,\u201d supporting herself with a job she called \u201cthe trudge.\u201d She didn\u2019t always act like her new life was a total upgrade from her old one, but they all knew it was. Tonight\u2019s performance was proof of that. Kimi was finding her way sexually, learning to embrace her interest in exerting control as she began to feel more in control of herself and separating out those parts of her that enjoyed sexual submission from the parts that had simply been grasping for a lifeline.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Well, she would have plenty of time to figure things out. She was young, and Hell\u2019s Bedroom had gifted her and all the other subs involved in the investigation with lifetime memberships in recognition of the sacrifices they\u2019d made. Tripp would never have to  beg random men to sign him in again\u2014not that Sebastian would allow that anyway\u2014and Brixby didn\u2019t have to worry about how to pay for a membership. He came as Arlo\u2019s guest now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One of the club\u2019s other lesbian dominants had drifted over to watch the scene. She and Francesca exchanged tentative smiles. Francesca was still feeling her way back into the relationships that\u2019d been severed by her role in the investigation because good news traveled more slowly than bad and Francesca was too proud to actively defend herself. But the conversation that started up between the two Dommes indicated progress was being made.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHow about we give these guys some space?\u201d Cash said into Harrison\u2019s ear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Harrison agreed. No doubt Kimi would be less nervous without as many people watching, but he could guess Cash\u2019s primary reason for wanting to move on was because the scene in front of them really wasn\u2019t sexual. Cash came to the club to feed his voyeuristic appetite for other people\u2019s arousal, not that he didn\u2019t have plenty of opportunity to feed off Harrison\u2019s at home these days.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cash had almost resigned his membership, but when everything had come crashing down\u2014when Hell\u2019s Bedroom\u2019s fate in the light of DDD\u2019s collapse had been unclear\u2014they\u2019d agreed they didn\u2019t want the club to fail. Though Hell\u2019s Bedroom had played an unfortunate role in what\u2019d happened, that\u2019d been the fault of the owners, not the club itself. People were going to play, and that meant safe play spaces were needed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The whole gang put their heads together, and in the end, Sebastian bought the club. It was governed by a steering committee now, made up of Cash, Francesca, several other long-term members, and Arlo, of all people, because Cash thought it was important to have representation from subs as well as Doms. Harrison agreed with him, but when he\u2019d been offered the opportunity to serve himself, he\u2019d turned it down. Committees were a lot of blah blah blah, and he was more of an action guy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Leaving Kimi\u2019s Domme-debut behind them, he and Cash wandered around the circle, looking for a scene more Cash\u2019s speed. Sebastian had Tripp up on the St. Andrew\u2019s cross because Sebastian wasn\u2019t happy if he wasn\u2019t attracting attention and no one liked causing a scene better than Tripp. The two of them made both a strange couple and a perfect one, and now that they all knew Sebastian was a huge softie who spoiled as hard as he hit, they had plenty of ammunition to lob at him when he backslid into taunting Cash about being a Kitchen Sink Dom or Brixby about being a Chicken Soup Dom. Someone would say \u201cupsy-daisy\u201d in a lilting voice or just mimic the act of tossing a child in the air, and Sebastian would settle down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Which meant they could all enjoy dinner in Cash\u2019s garden or brunch at Sebastian\u2019s condo or high tea in whatever mini-mansion Francesca and Ilona were squatting in without anyone getting too riled up. Friends being friends. Which was something Harrison hadn\u2019t had enough of before this case. The case had brought so much to his life he\u2019d never had enough of\u2014warmth, laughter, comfort. Pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cExcited about later?\u201d Cash asked as they paused in front of the stockade where Wade had Emmett locked up and howling. Wade and Emmett had only joined Hell\u2019s Bedroom a year ago, but they were regulars now, and Emmett was impossible to miss in those furry wrist cuffs he rocked. He was one of the subs on the steering committee\u2014a smart, contained man when he wasn\u2019t screaming. But when he was<\/em> screaming? Cash got hot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Harrison pushed his ass back to bump it into Cash\u2019s erection without answering the question. Of course he was excited about later. A little freaked out, but mostly excited. He and Cash never played publicly. When he came to club, he did it dressed in jeans and walking upright. They saved their playtime for home. But that meant he\u2019d been missing out on something he\u2019d always wanted to try.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The crack of Sebastian\u2019s whip was a visceral reminder of what he\u2019d been missing out on. He turned to take in the scene behind him. Tripp was naked, which made him iffy about watching. Seeing his friends do sexual things was still kind of weird for him, and not wanting them to watch him in return was part of why he didn\u2019t play at the club. But he\u2019d never stopped coveting that bullwhip, and there just wasn\u2019t room for it at home, so tonight\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSoon,\u201d Cash said into his ear. The club would close in an hour, and then it would be his turn. One of the benefits of knowing the owner\u2014private, after-hours playtime.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
How much was the bullwhip going to hurt? No more than he could bear, right? If Tripp could stand it, he<\/em> certainly could, and Tripp didn\u2019t appear to be suffering despite all that flailing and screeching. His shrieks were playful, excited, and he was humping his hips like he was searching for something to fuck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m going to make you scream red so loud the whole place will hear it,\u201d Sebastian teased.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m not calling red tonight,\u201d Tripp insisted with a toss of his head to get the bangs out of his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDoubtful,\u201d Sebastian responded drily as he flicked the whip forward again. \u201cBut we\u2019ll see.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Harrison\u2019s money was on Sebastian. Tripp would call red. He always did. And then Sebastian would bundle him up in his arms and coo over him. No security guard would tear them away from each other, though guards did still prowl the floor. They got involved if anything appeared to be dangerous or nonconsensual, but calling red no longer triggered an automatic intercession. Sebastian owned the club. He got his way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Harrison didn\u2019t want to be thinking about Sebastian and Tripp when it was his turn on the cross, so he prodded Cash on, heading for the demo spaces where there was sure to be something Cash would enjoy. They found Arlo and Brixby over there\u2014watching, not playing. Arlo looked adorable in shorty-shorts and a harness, and Brixby was dressed in what was almost certainly a real cop uniform minus the badge. He even had his hat and sunglasses on, purely for effect. The lighting in Hell\u2019s Bedroom was bright, but it wasn\u2019t that<\/em> bright.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brixby unwrapped an arm from around Arlo\u2019s waist long enough to give them a salute. Arlo almost didn\u2019t notice them he was so caught up in the demo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat is it?\u201d Harrison asked, squinting at the man who was writhing on a bench despite the fact that no one appeared to be touching him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFigging,\u201d Brixby answered. \u201cThat\u2019s where\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI know.\u201d He knew. Since that day Cash had first shown him what raw ginger looked like, he\u2019d become more closely acquainted with it. He\u2019d been where that guy was\u2014tormented by an inner, unquenchable fire that had made him want to be fucked harder than anything had ever made him want to be fucked before. Cash had worn a condom to do it, the weenie. Apparently it was fine for Harrison\u2019s ass to be on fire but not Cash\u2019s dick.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAre you thinking about trying figging?\u201d Cash asked Arlo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d Arlo closed his mouth, which had been hanging open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt might be kind of intense for you,\u201d Brixby warned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMaybe I\u2019ll just draw a picture of us doing it. Not for school, just for us.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThere you go.\u201d Brixby kissed his cheek. \u201cI worry about ginger,\u201d he said to Cash, \u201cbecause it\u2019s not like I can stop it once it starts.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cUh huh,\u201d Harrison agreed. There\u2019d been no stopping it. But of course Brixby needed to have complete control over Arlo\u2019s experience, while Harrison didn\u2019t mind taking a leap of faith. He wasn\u2019t as reckless as Tripp\u2014not determined to have a bad time so he could get kissed better\u2014but he could handle whatever was thrown at him. Including a bullwhip.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t think that guy wants it to stop,\u201d Cash said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Harrison could hear the arousal in his voice, which matched the arousal of the sub in front of them. He\u2019d long since stopped worrying about the way other people\u2019s excitement got Cash hot. Everyone had their kink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By the time the sub\u2019s tormented pleasure had faded, the club was starting to empty. Guards swept the floor, urging people to finish their scenes. Brixby and Arlo went home to their attic for snuggles and sex. Francesca reclaimed her sub from Kimi and took her back to wherever they were staying these days. Cash complimented Kimi\u2014who looked absolutely high\u2014on the scene she\u2019d run, allowing her to rehash it until she\u2019d settled enough to take herself home on the T. Sebastian and Tripp were already gone. They\u2019d disappeared after their scene on the cross and hadn\u2019t reappeared. Sebastian probably had Tripp up against the plate glass window in his living room right now, which Harrison didn\u2019t need to think about too hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI guess it\u2019s all yours.\u201d Knight had come in to verify everything had been shut down properly. He stood with them in the bizarrely dim and empty room. Most of the lights had been turned off, leaving only the emergency exit lights ringing the outer wall and a single bright spot in the center highlighting the cross. \u201cThe doors will lock behind you. Which means make sure you\u2019ve grabbed everything you need before you leave. Don\u2019t do anything I wouldn\u2019t do,\u201d he added with a laugh intended to convey that he knew they were going to do a lot of things he wouldn\u2019t do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And then they were alone. Cash went over to the bag he\u2019d dropped near the cross and took out a bullwhip. He unfurled it with a sharp crack.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou ready for this?\u201d he asked pleasantly, like he was offering Harrison a slice of his decadent German chocolate cake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Harrison shivered. \u201cYes and no.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDon\u2019t worry, babe. There\u2019s going to be a lot of warm-up.\u201d Cash wrapped him up, literally warming him, though the air wasn\u2019t cool. \u201cAnd you can let me know if you\u2019re not enjoying it. This isn\u2019t like the ginger. I can stop at any time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Harrison nodded. He eased himself away from Cash, needing the strength of independence\u2014of wholly choosing this himself\u2014and reached for the hem of his shirt. He stripped methodically, grateful the lights had been dimmed so the vastness of the space surrounding them was hidden. Here at the Center Ring of Hell, it was only him and Cash. No spectators, no judgement. Cash was going to whip him because he wanted Cash to do it, not because Cash was stronger than him or better than him. Cash was serving<\/em> him. As he always did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And after, Cash would fuck him\u2014the Prince Albert piercing he\u2019d gotten the day Mike had tried to mow Jones\u2019s door down with a cascade of bullets stimulating Harrison in yet another new and unexpected way. There was nothing Cash wouldn\u2019t do to please him, which meant there was nothing he wouldn\u2019t do to please Cash in return.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI love you,\u201d Harrison told him, meaning it as much as he ever had. \u201cLet\u2019s do it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cash<\/h1>\n\n\n\n
Cash loved the extra weight the captive ring added to his cock\u2014the way it rolled to remind him of its presence and the way Harrison reacted to it. Wearing the ring was like carrying a memento of Harrison\u2019s arousal with him everywhere he went. Especially when he was hard, which he was now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He shifted his dick, guiding it into a more comfortable position inside the constricting leather of his pants. He didn\u2019t wear leather often anymore\u2014no longer needing to put on a tough-guy persona to attract play partners\u2014but tonight he would be wielding a bullwhip, so donning his leathers had felt right. And Harrison\u2019s appreciative appraisal of his physique when he\u2019d come out of the bathroom earlier had made shimmying into the tight pants worth it. Harrison found him attractive, and Harrison\u2019s attraction got him horny. The two of them were just amazing together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Harrison was ready to get right to it, like always, but Cash took a moment to kiss him, to run his hands over Harrison\u2019s firm and furry planes and think about how all this was just for him. No more watching the man he\u2019d chained and coddled last week in the arms of another man this week. No more trying to figure out how to be more of what he could never be. Harrison loved him so exactly for who he was it took his breath away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then Harrison gave him a shove and he remembered that Harrison was also an impatient motherfucker who needed to exert a certain amount of control.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes, sir,\u201d Cash said with a wink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He brought Harrison over to the cross and attached his wrists and ankles to it\u2014more tightly than he normally would because it was important that Harrison stay reasonably still. Too much movement at the wrong time could cause the whip to strike somewhere Cash hadn\u2019t intended it to. He left a little wiggle room because he loved seeing Harrison wiggle, then stepped back to survey the spectacle of his boyfriend spread-eagled on a St. Andrew\u2019s cross without a stitch of clothing on him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m starting with the flogger. You\u2019ve felt this before.\u201d Not only would the flogger warm up Harrison\u2019s skin\u2014and Harrison\u2019s libido\u2014but the short throw distance allowed Cash to be in close where he could watch Harrison\u2019s skin go warm and his cock go hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He applied one soft stroke after another until Harrison started to fidget. That was a \u201cget on with it\u201d fidget, so he swapped out the flogger for a carriage whip that was one of their favorites. It was short and stingy, offering a bite without much weight behind it, and it made sharp lines Cash could feel with his tongue when he pleasured Harrison after. Harrison arched into it now, already excited. He liked whips, which was why Cash had high expectations for the bullwhip.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNot too much of this,\u201d he warned. He could see from the way Harrison was rocking his hips that he was already pretty far gone, in that space where he would be demanding a climax soon because he never could wait for it to get even better. Luckily for Harrison, Cash knew a lot about waiting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He put down the carriage whip and picked up the bullwhip. It\u2019d been a while since he\u2019d used one, so he took a few practice swings, letting Harrison cool off while he built up confidence that he could swing it accurately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For all the screeching Tripp had been doing earlier, Sebastian had mostly been playing with him\u2014teasing him with the tip of the whip or wrapping it around his wrist or ankle in a move that was impressively hard to pull off but didn\u2019t hurt if done right. The crack and snap and all that noise Tripp had been making had made the scene seem vicious\u2014and no doubt Tripp had felt like he was in danger\u2014but Sebastian was a pro. When he\u2019d pulled Tripp down from the cross, Tripp had been sporting no more than a few red marks that had probably already faded by the time Sebastian finished fucking him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tripp enjoyed drama\u2014the illusion of danger without too much actual harm. But Harrison\u2019s kink wasn\u2019t psychological. Harrison wanted to feel<\/em>. For him to get the experience he was chasing, Cash would have to hit him exactly at the moment when the whip cracked, when it would feel like a fiery sword slicing Harrison\u2019s skin open. Which meant Cash\u2019s whip work needed to be just as precise as Sebastian\u2019s.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He let the whip fall to his side as he approached the cross. The break had given Harrison time to turn commanding again. He cranked his head around to favor Cash with a scowl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cJust making sure you\u2019re ready,\u201d Cash said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019ve been<\/em> ready.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI know.\u201d He kissed Harrison\u2019s cheek, then stepped away. His cock was insistent in his pants because it\u2019d seen Harrison\u2019s cock, how hard and red it was, the long strand of pre-come dripping toward the floor. They were both more than ready.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He cracked the whip forward and landed a perfect strike across the top of Harrison\u2019s back. A bright line of red rose as Harrison gasped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOkay?\u201d Cash asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCome on,\u201d Harrison said. \u201cYou know I hate talking.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Right. Harrison preferred minimal checking in, even if the checking in didn\u2019t involve using the word sir, and Cash didn\u2019t need to check in because Harrison would let him know if he wasn\u2019t happy. Loudly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cash grinned to himself as he sent the whip snapping forward again, raising a second welt just below the first one. He continued down Harrison\u2019s back, not overlapping his strokes but trying to get them as close to each other as possible as he painted Harrison\u2019s back red. His arm was remembering how this went, and his cock was happy to have Harrison twitching and moaning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Striking with exactly the right force to hurt without actually breaking the skin was a skill, one Cash couldn\u2019t keep up forever. His arm grew heavy before he\u2019d reached the bottom of Harrison\u2019s ribcage, and he was starting to wish he were ambidextrous enough to switch hands so he wouldn\u2019t have to pull the plug before Harrison was ready to have it pulled, when Harrison pulled it himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCash.\u201d His voice was syrupy, heavy with desire and endorphins. Subspace wasn\u2019t the right word for where he went, but he sure as hell went somewhere, and he was there now. Nothing except a body, nothing except desire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cRight here, babe.\u201d Cash dropped the whip and went to his lover, pressing his chest against Harrison\u2019s back to feel the dry heat of it. No blood. He\u2019d done good. He kissed Harrison\u2019s neck, running his mouth up and down it as Harrison undulated in his arms. \u201cWant me to fuck you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Harrison tipped his head back, exposing his throat so Cash could get at more of it. He didn\u2019t say yes, but his body said it for him. Cash got hold of Harrison\u2019s cock. He closed his fist around the hard, damp length, rubbing the tip with his thumb to spread the silky liquid and wishing his own cock would magically find its way into Harrison\u2019s ass, that he didn\u2019t have to release any part of Harrison\u2019s body to make that happen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But at least Harrison was ready for him. They\u2019d given him some prep at home, greased him up good enough that all Cash had to do was unzip and guide himself in. Harrison hissed as Cash breached him, but the hiss turned into a moan when Cash got his hand back on Harrison\u2019s cock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThere we go,\u201d Cash said, still sliding slowly inward, giving Harrison a chance to adjust. Harrison\u2019s ass was slick but not stretched, and though he loved getting fucked hard when he was riding a pain high, the Prince Albert piercing called for a more delicate entrance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCash,\u201d Harrison said, a sort of pleading.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019ve got you. I\u2019ve got you so good.\u201d He pulled out and pushed in again, synchronizing his hips to the stroke of his hand, working both Harrison\u2019s cock and his prostate. Harrison fucked back to meet him, his head still tipped lazily back so Cash could feed on his neck. His arms and legs were spread wide, every bit of him so easily accessible, and Cash ate it all up as he started moving faster and faster, giving Harrison the roughness he needed. Harrison gave Cash the energy he needed in return, and they exploded one right after another\u2014Harrison first, as always, Cash tumbling after him. As always.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cash pressed softer kisses against Harrison\u2019s neck as they settled back down to earth. Harrison would be hurting now. He never complained\u2014was stoic to the death\u2014but it was time for some aftercare. Cash got him unfastened and sat him on the floor, wishing he had somewhere softer to lay his hard man. But he\u2019d packed a fluffy fleece blanket, so he spread it out, then stretched Harrison face down over it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYour back,\u201d he murmured as he took it in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIs it bad?\u201d Harrison tried to turn his head over his shoulder, then apparently decided it wasn\u2019t worth the effort and dropped it back down to the blanket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDepends on what you mean by bad.\u201d Cash lay down next to him and pulled until Harrison was sprawled over his chest. \u201cIt\u2019s beautiful.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou liked it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI think\u2026 yes. Ask me tomorrow.\u201d Harrison had his eyes closed, and his hair stood in wild tufts sprouting from the top of his head. His upper back was bright red, and Cash was careful to keep his hands away from it as he cupped Harrison\u2019s ass to hold him firmly in place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There was food in his bag. Water. Salve. All the things he needed to care for his man, but he knew Harrison well enough by now to know that what Harrison needed most was to know he was still respected.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2019re a champion,\u201d he whispered. \u201cI love what you can take for me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI love how you deliver it. No one else, Cash.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI know. For me too.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThen marry me.\u201d Harrison lifted his head to deliver his order, then lowered it again when he saw Cash wasn\u2019t going to disobey him. \u201cGood. Damned if I\u2019m letting Brixby and Arlo beat us to the altar.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cash laughed. He didn\u2019t care who in their gang got married first, as long as he got his turn. \u201cI\u2019m going to love you so hard,\u201d he promised.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHard enough to hurt,\u201d Harrison agreed. \u201cFor today and always.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For today and always.<\/p>\n\n\n
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The End<\/p>\n
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