After his morning practice and a brief chat with Tom, Roger arrived in his home room classroom as the morning announcements were being broadcast.
“...As usual, your home room teachers have the list of students selected as participants for the Program this week. We ask those whose names are announced to drop off their bags or backpacks in your lockers and come to the conference room. Thank you for your cooperation. Have a good morning.”
The teacher read off four names and looked up; the four kids who had been named remained seated, stony-faced.
“You’re not cooperating?” the teacher said to no one in particular.
There was a mixture of head-shaking and “no” from the four.
“All right,” the teacher sighed. “Carry on...”
“Oh,” Ayame whispered. “Maybe no one will do it now.”
“Hope so,” Cynthia agreed.
On their way to their first class, they didn’t encounter anyone participating, and in Anatomy, the teacher had three students on his list; all were clothed. He challenged them. Two were 18 years old.
“I can’t be forced to participate against my will,” one student responded, “I’m an adult.”
The other agreed, and the third student said she was from a military family and wouldn’t participate.
After class, Cynthia went to those three students who had stopped to briefly talk to each other and asked if they had gone to that infamous conference room at all; none had. Then they parted ways with Ayame and went to Econ.
After that class, Ayame rushed to find the twins before gym began.
“Michelle got picked!” she panted as she ran up to the twins.
“Oh!” Cynthia exclaimed. “Is she doing it?”
“No! She is refusing and said Cirota-san came to her first class to find her, too.”
“And...?”
“She said she would not speak to him. He speak and she looked away, she said. Teacher told her she should go into hall to talk and not interrupt class and she told teacher she was staying in class, that she wasn’t talking, Cirota was one who talked.”
“Ha!” Roger laughed. “Smart girl.”
“Yes. So teacher told Cirota to go out.”
“Did you have any naked kids in the class, Ayame?” Cynthia asked.
“None.”
Roger went off to the pool then and the others went to gym. When they dressed and appeared in the gym, they didn’t see any naked students there, either. Their activity was stretches and medicine-ball work and Mary was in their group.
“Happy your week is done?” Cynthia asked her.
“Hell, yeah. But guess what I heard? I came to my gym locker early today to get something and I overheard Cirota talking to some gym teachers. He’s loud, you know, so I heard him but couldn’t hear the answers too good. He was trying to get the teachers to agree to make all the gym classes naked, he said other Program schools do that and he wants this one to do it too.”
Ayame blanched.
“What?” Cynthia exclaimed. “They can’t do that! I mean, the teachers just can’t do that on their own, I don’t think.”
“Well, I guess, because I did hear a teacher raise her voice and say something and then ‘...not happening here. Forget it.’”
“Crazy stuff...” Cynthia mused. “What will they think of next?”
“Yeah,” Mary continued, “I heard that at some schools they have naked cheerleaders and they do have naked gym too. One school I know of definitely. I have a cousin who graduated from one in Massachusetts last year and they had started doing that at his school.”
“Damn. But that must be up to the school, not a Program requirement.”
“Yeah. He did say that. So some parents objected and since it wasn’t a Program rule, some kids got out of being in gym while he was there, anyway. They were put in a special group or something.”
“Unbelievable. I’m sure that won’t happen here, especially since the Program is collapsing too. Did you see any participants this morning?”
“No, not in the halls either. One kid was called in my home room but it looked like he was absent today,” Mary replied.
The teacher had come over and was glaring at them, then told them to stop chatting and buckle down.
During lunch, the twins learned some more details about the morning’s participation results. They had arrived a little after the rush and went through the line later than usual; when they found a table they noticed that there was a knot of kids around a girl listening to her talking; then the group began to disperse and they overheard comments like, “Wow,” “Cool,” “No shit,” and similar exclamations. Two of the kids the twins knew sat down at the other end of their table and greeted them.
“So what was that about?” Roger asked.
“Oh, you didn’t hear her? Well, she’s an office aide and was running an errand during home room. She passed the conference room about five minutes after the Program announcement. She said she was curious to see who was there, no one was yet, so she waited and only three kids came to the room after maybe another five minutes. She said two went in but the third said something like ‘If it’s gonna be only a couple of kids, no way am I doing it,’ and he went away.
“She told us that on her way back past the room she heard a girl inside shouting that she wasn’t going to be the only one in the whole school and then she rushed out. So it looks like nobody’s in the Program this week. Cool, huh?”
“Yeah, really. Looks like everyone was encouraged to refuse by hearing Davis on the PA on Friday,” Cynthia commented.
“For sure. I know that if I’m called, no way will I do it either,” their tablemate stated.
In Psychology there were two non-participants; Mason called their names and they told her that they weren’t participating, so the class began normally.
After class, as they passed the front doors, there were no clothing boxes present and nobody was getting dressed. The twins looked at each other, grinned, and high-fived.
Cynthia met Tom, who was waiting for her, and they went off together while Ayame and Roger went home. Cynthia came home after dinner and Tom stopped in to say hello to her parents; they chatted for a while and then he left.
“So have you kids decided on your nudist vacation yet?” Sarah asked before Cynthia, Roger, and Ayame went to do their homework.
“I think I have, Mom,” Roger answered. “I’m gonna try it and Ayame said she’d go too.”
“Yeah, me too,” Cynthia said. “I figured that if I can’t take it, I can stay dressed, and Tom said no one would care. He told me that maybe I’d get teased at first, but then no one would say a word after that.”
“Well, I mentioned that we’re friends with a couple who are nudists,” Sarah told them. “I saw my friend today in the market and she said that if you go, you’d have a great time. She said she knows Tom’s folks and she plans to be at their resort on spring break too and to look for her if you go. It’s Marsha and Warren Peters, you know them, right?”
“Sure. Wow, didn’t know that about them.”
“Yeah,” Sarah said, “she said nudists don’t advertise that they are to everyone.” She laughed. “Marsha asked me if we wanted to go, too, make it a family outing...”
“Eeeuwww,” Cynthia exclaimed, “Mom! You wouldn’t!”
“And why not?” Sarah grinned. “What’s wrong if we went too? ... No, don’t worry; this isn’t our style, kids. We’re just as happy with our clothes on, okay?”
“Yeah,” Stuart grinned. “It’s definitely not on my bucket list, but if you kids want to try it, well, you gotta make up your own minds about things that you enjoy. But you know not to make a big deal about it, right? We’re still in a pretty conservative military establishment here.”
“Sure, Dad,” Roger said.
They left for their rooms to do their work. While Roger was working, he got a text from Sam. It said that Ellen would be in touch with him soon about her Central High School contacts. After he finished his work, he and Ayame spent the rest of the evening together just chatting and being close.
The following day, Tuesday, turned out to be an absolutely normal school day with no drama or any unexpected events. At practice, Roger told Tom about their deciding to go to the resort and Tom was delighted to hear that, saying that he’d let his dad know so that he could make the reservations.
That afternoon, however, the twins’ mom had some interesting news.
“Say,” she said, “you’ll be interested in this letter from your school,” handing Cynthia the document when the kids got home.
Cynthia began to read out loud.
Dear Parents:
This letter is being sent to all parents and guardians of students who have not yet participated in the Naked in School Program. As a result of unplanned circumstances, our methods of selecting participants for each week needs to be modified to allow the Program to operate in the manner mandated by the federal government’s rules. To assist us, we would be grateful for your cooperation. Many parents have allowed their students to refuse to participate in the Program and that is interfering with the school’s ability to assure that students receive the educational, psychological, and social benefits that the Program provides.
We understand that many of you believe that you have the right to refuse to allow your child to participate and we of the school administration assure you that you do not have the right to dictate which of the school’s curriculum modules in which your child must participate. However, we realize that this is a very sensitive and volatile issue among many parents, so we would like to assess the level of future compliance the school may expect from your family if your student is selected to participate.
Please complete the attached form and return it to the school using the enclosed reply envelope. And we would appreciate your returning it by Friday. Many thanks for your cooperation.
Sincerely,
Mr George Davis
Principal
“And the form asks whether the parent or guardian agrees to allow their student to participate, and this is interesting, whether the student, if he or she’s picked, will agree to participate. Wow,” Cynthia finished.
“Wow indeed,” Roger said. “Looks like they’re trying to keep from having weeks with zero kids participating like this one by finding some kids who’ll get naked.”
“So your kids’ resistance movement is working?” Sarah asked.
“Oh, yeah, big time,” Cynthia enthused. “No one’s naked this week at all.”
“Good for you!” Sarah responded. “And no consequences yet?”
“So far none, but we’ll see what happens come graduation. They threatened that if kids refused, they wouldn’t graduate.”
Roger grinned, “Say, there’s a cool thought... look, in the time left before school ends, they can only select a little more than half the seniors for the Program. Except for Tom and a couple of others, I think hardly any seniors’ve done the Program. So if most of the remaining seniors don’t participate, and if they don’t allow them to go to graduation, maybe only half of the senior class’ll be there.”
“Right,” Cynthia agreed. She laughed. “So maybe we should have our own private ceremony...”
“Hey, hold that thought,” Sarah said. “Mention it to Dad this evening, okay? So how should Dad and I answer the letter?” she laughed. “Any doubts about what we’ll say?”
“None at all, Mom,” Roger grinned.
“Yeah, not at all and our birthday is in less than two weeks, too. Then we could refuse as adults,” Cynthia commented.
Later, when the family was eating dinner, Cynthia mentioned her comment about the possibility of half of the senior class not being able to attend the graduation ceremony because they had refused to do the Program. Her dad grinned at her.
“Yeah. You’re not the first one to think of that happening, kid. For a change you got beat on an idea. Col Masterson mentioned that his daughter was unhappy about possibly not having a graduation ceremony to attend, so he did some checking and found out that the school prepares a list and releases it on the third week of April, of all the students who will be eligible to walk at graduation. That’s when we’ll know if they are going to exclude the kids who didn’t do the Program. If they’re to be excluded, the colonel said he’d set up an alternate ceremony at the base and invite the entire senior class to do it here, and do it real big—you know how we Marines love to do big ceremonies,” he laughed.
“Neat!” both twins chorused.
Ayame wore a curious expression. “What is ‘walk at graduation’?” she asked.
“It means to take part in a graduation, like to walk across the stage and shake hands and get the diploma,” Roger commented. “But they don’t give you the diploma then; they mail it out later. You just get a folder case to keep it in,” he explained. “So yeah, the graduation wouldn’t have to be done at the school... Wow, I like that idea.”
Somewhat later, Roger and Ayame were watching TV and Cynthia was working on her computer, when Roger’s phone signaled a text message. He picked it up and read it.
“Oh, good,” he told Ayame. “It’s from Ellen. Let’s tell Cindy this.”
They went to her room.
“Cindy, got a text from Ellen. She said her friend at Central can talk now and she’s on video IM now with her. Here’s her alias. Let’s see if we can get her.”
Cynthia pinged the alias and the reply asked her to try again in ten minutes. Ten minutes later they were in contact.
“Hey, is that Cindy?” the teen on the monitor screen asked.
“Yeah; let me adjust the webcam so you can see my brother and cousin,” Cynthia answered. “That’s Roger and Ayame.”
“Hey, I see you all now. Hi, I’m Roberta. Ellen was in my school in my freshman and part of sophomore year. She told me you’re looking for info on the Program in other schools.”
“That’s right. It just came to our school and there’s nothing on the web about other people’s Program experiences,” Cynthia answered.
“Yeah, I know. Central was the first school to have it so we kids were blind-sided. One of our graduates is famous, though. She’s become a spokesman for the Program—Karen Wagner, ever hear of her?”
“Shit, yeah,” Cynthia responded. “She was in a porno video they showed at our school last week as a Program intro, so we saw her and a guy doing everything—a BJ, cunt-licking, even fucking.”
“Hell, if that’s all the video showed her doing, that’s tame compared to everything she did. She gave a speech when she finished her Program week and said she fucked maybe twenty boys and did anal sex with a bunch too during her week. Hey, she wrote up a journal of her time in the Program, too—it’s on a website called “Naked In School Collection”—if the feds haven’t shut that down—but in her account she didn’t say anything about the boys who were also naked that week. There were a few who were. Shit, Karen wrote in her journal that she did all kinds of perverted junk and was proud of it!”
“Oh, wow. Ellen told us that in her classes they had bondage and sadism stuff too.”
“Shit, yeah, but that got stopped. We had a weird biology teacher who loved to teach her classes nude and she demonstrated bondage and S&M toys and used them on the kids too. Lots of times she made kids who weren’t even on the Program strip in class and do kinky stuff with each other. I was in her class as a soph but I told her right up front that I wouldn’t do any of that crap. I guess because I’m a big girl—I weigh about 160 pounds—that she wasn’t interested in making me into a spectacle, so I got out of doing any shit. Anyway, she’s not here anymore. The federal Program office hired her.”
“Really? No wonder the Program has the rep of being perverted, if someone like her’s involved,” Roger put in. “Were there any changes after she left? And did you have to do the Program?”
“Well, all kinds of sex in the classrooms kept happening,” Roberta continued. “They still only pick three kids from each class each week, and we have a big school, so up to now I’ve been lucky and haven’t been picked. One of the new things they began doing was to make videos of the classroom participations and they were put on the school website in a pay-per-view area—this was the idea of one of the degenerate school board members as a fund-raiser for the school. Students got access for free, but you could see everyone’s faces; there was no privacy at all. It was just kiddie-porn. It got taken down after a term but I saved some of the videos. I wanted to save them as visual proof of how bad the Program could get. Say, you wanted to know how some kids were dealing with the Program? Well, I’ve got copies of those videos on my web file-storage service. I’ll give you the access info so you can see for yourselves.”
“Wow, thanks,” Cynthia said. “But how do people react to the Program? What happens if a kid refuses to participate?”
“Maybe Ellen told you about one of our friends. She was picked as a freshman—I think in Karen Wagner’s group, actually—the first one. She got hysterics and was sent to the hospital. They drugged her and sent her back to school the next day and she was sedated for the rest of the week; she looked and walked around like a zombie. Then the next Monday she found out she’d have to repeat the entire week and totally lost it. She was out of school for the entire term. When she came back, she had to repeat the freshman term but she’s changed. It’s awful; she’s scared of her shadow, she’s always in a daze, and will only speak a word or two if you talk to her. They have her in some special ed classes and one of my teachers said she must have developed a kind of autism.”
“Oh, that’s terrible!” Cynthia exclaimed.
“Yeah, if someone refuses to strip, the school has a couple of guards who hold the kid and forcibly do it. I heard of two times when a boy actually fought them; one time the boy hit a guard with a chair. I think the guard got a broken shoulder. My boyfriend told me about the other time; that was when a boy had to do the Program in his week. Two guards had dragged him into the office because he wouldn’t go and they tried to strip him. He broke away from them and tried to get away, throwing books and even chairs at them, threw a chair at them and broke a window, then threw a bookcase over and almost got out but someone grabbed him in the main office. Then they began trying to pull off his clothes but he kicked one in the head, got loose again and went berserk trying to escape the room; he tore it apart—completely trashed it, throwing stuff all around the room at the people chasing him; he even threw a computer out through the window. He got out of the office and ran out of the school before they could catch him. He hasn’t come back to school.”
“Holy crap,” Roger breathed.
“That was the worst resistance I know of. The office was in shambles. The school tried to have the parents pay restitution and there’re lawsuits still pending over that. I heard that a lot of kids do go through the Program taking anxiety drugs, though, and I’ve actually seen so many kids sleeping in class because they take too much. I think that about half of the kids who’re forced to do the Program really hate it. The other half seem to tolerate doing it, but only a few kids, like Karen, really get off on their Program experience.”
“Who takes it worse? Boys or girls?” Cynthia wanted to know.
“Shit, I can’t answer that... maybe it’s about even. What I can tell you, though, is that whatever the Program is supposed to do scientifically, all the so-called experts got it all wrong. It’s supposed to make kids more—secure, I don’t know—comfortable? with themselves, right? Does it do away with modesty? Well, I’ve seen shy little girls soldier through their week, just keeping to themselves as best as possible, and afterwards go back to being the same shy, modest little girls. Boys too. And I’ve seen gregarious, outgoing extroverted kids, both girls and boys, doing the Program and winding up as scared, anxious introverts. You never know what can happen to someone psychologically if they’re forced to do something that’s repellant to them. I think that something must snap inside them,” Roberta finished.
“Can’t kids get exempt, like if they have issues that a doctor says will cause harm if they have to be in the Program?” Cynthia asked.
“Maybe, but if it’s possible, it must be terribly difficult to get exempted,” Roberta answered. “The Program rules we have say you can, but I never heard of someone being exempt. Maybe there are some but they’re sworn to secrecy. Hey, I gotta sign off now, but I know some kids who did the Program and might be willing to chat about how they felt about it,” Roberta added. “Can they use this IM alias?”
“Sure! That would be awesome, and thanks so much—good luck too!” Cynthia said as they signed off.
“Hey, let’s grab those video files before she changes her mind,” Roger prompted. “Sounds like the Program at her school is pretty bad if the kids have such awful experiences. I’m so glad we started our resistance to it here.”
Cynthia brought up the file-storage site on her browser, located the video files Roberta mentioned, and saved them to her system, and as an afterthought, saved them to her own web-storage area too.
“So ya wanna watch them now?” she inquired.
They agreed to look at one of the files for now; it was labeled “Classroom Relief Session 3.” Cynthia started the video player.
The scene opened with two naked kids walking to the front of a classroom. They looked young for being freshmen, less than fourteen years old; the girl was short and chesty with C-cup breasts that stood out from her chest with hardly any sag. Her pubis was clean-shaven. The boy was about four inches taller and was quite thin; the hair around his erect cock was quite sparse. Both were blushing furiously. From the camera movements it was apparent that the camera was being hand-held.
“Do either of you need Relief?” the teacher asked.
It was quite apparent that the boy was seriously in need of some attention; his six-inch rod was reddish-purple in color and was pulsing with his heartbeat.
“Yes!” they chorused. “I want Evan!” “I want Amelia!” they exclaimed simultaneously.
“Well, I guess you can do each other if you’re quick,” the teacher cautioned.
“You sure, Amelia?” Evan asked.
“Very.”
“But we have only five minutes if you want me to get you off too,” Evan said uncertainly.
“I’ll bet I can get you to cum in 90 seconds,” she challenged. “And I’m so wet you can get me to cum quick too.”
“Okay, let’s go for it!”
Evan slumped onto the chair and braced his arms on its armrests as Amelia knelt between his legs and bent over his groin. As her tongue swept up his rigid shaft from his balls to crown, his breath hissed in surprise. Her eyes flicked up and sparkled with anticipation.
“Guess you liked that?”
“Gaaahh. You need to ask?”
“No, probably not. Okay, stud. Time for the main event!”
She closed her lips over his hardness and moved them down, holding her tongue firmly against the underside of his phallus. Evan watched in amazement as Amelia’s head kept moving down the shaft and a long involuntary moan escaped his lips. Then his cock hit the back of her throat and Amelia choked, her gag reflex forcing her head back a few inches, but her lips never came off his member. Next she switched to moving her head up and down in a regular rhythm while her hand stroked the exposed part of his prick.
Now Amelia’s head was bobbing rapidly up and down, her pursed lips making a tight ring about his cock as her head moved, and Evan’s ass was wiggling and squirming on the chair, his face was bright red, and he was panting and groaning with the sensations that were quickly overtaking his consciousness. His head began thrashing from side to side and his hips, which were barely resting on the edge of the seat, were making rapid fucking jerks into Amelia’s mouth; the viewer could easily see that his climax was quickly building.
Suddenly he reached forward and grabbed Amelia’s head. She glanced up at him but didn’t change the cadence of her movements.
“Uuunnnnggg... gettin’ close, gonna blow... aahhhh....” he moaned.
Amelia managed to increase her hand motions and from the loud slurping sounds that could be heard, added some sucking stimulation to her oral ravishing of Evan’s cock. He screwed his eyes shut, clearly abandoning himself to the stimulation he was receiving. Then Amelia took her index finger and poked it into the side of her mouth without stopping her sucking, and then thrust it into Evan’s asshole.
“Yaaaaagggghhhh!” he screeched. “Aaaaaggghhhh! Uuuunnhhhh....” he let go with a gargling moan and he went totally rigid as a bolt of cum surged through his prick and burst into Amelia’s waiting mouth.
She gave a little choke and gulped and swallowed; then he unleashed a second jet of cum and she coughed and swallowed again, and then she held her head still but kept pumping her hand slowly as Evan came in three or four additional but less intense spurts, which slowed to a series of dribbles as Evan’s pelvis kept twitching in aftershocks.
Amelia kept her tongue and hand busy and the viewer could see the effects on Evan; his face bore an expression of exquisite agony as he came down from his super-sensitive state.
About fifteen seconds later, Evan groaned, “Gaaahhhh! Enough! Too... uunnhh... much!” and tried to shove her head off his inflamed but still rampant manhood.
Amelia swirled her tongue over his glans for the last time and pulled away; his cock slipped out of her mouth with a slurping sound. Blushing now, she grinned up at him.
“Told you it’d be quick!”
“Ulp! That was, oh my god! Woooo. Okay, your turn.” he gasped and shakily stood up.
They switched positions and Evan leaned forward and stuck his face into Amelia’s groin.
He breathed in deeply, seemingly savoring her pungent scent; then he took his tongue and swept up Amelia’s vulva from her asshole to her clit. She hissed in response, and shivered and moaned, so he did it again and got the same response.
The viewer could see how Amelia responded as he ran his tongue along the fold between her cuntlips and thigh, back and forth, then he moved back through her slit, probing his tongue deeply between her cuntlips. Then he nibbled gently with his lips and teeth at her clitoral hood, letting his teeth pull gently at the flesh above her little nub. Amelia’s hips were gyrating with the sensations she was experiencing and she was groaning continuously.
The trio watched intently as the camera view moved around, zooming and shifting to capture all of Evan’s actions. He began to vary the rhythm of his tonguing and nibbling; Amelia’s gasping and moaning encouraging him to linger in certain spots. Now Amelia’s breathing quickened and with her fingers in his hair, she tried to steer his head to places that gave her the most intense sensations. Soon she was panting hard as her excitement rose to a fever pitch.
Suddenly Evan swept the flat of his tongue directly over her clit and Amelia’s hips spasmed as she gasped, tightening her fingers in his hair. She heaved another gasp as his tongue circled around her clit and then he pursed his lips over it and began thrashing it with the tip of his tongue. Amelia responded with a strangled screech, her face frozen in a rictus of overwhelming sensation while her legs splayed straight out and only Evan’s face kept her from sliding off the chair. As she came, the viewers could see her belly muscles rippling and heaving, and a great flush spread over her chest and tits. While she was still wracked in orgasm, Evan kept his tongue flicking over her clit and it immediately triggered another spasm and Amelia began pushing weakly at his head to get him to stop; she was too breathless to speak.
“Aaaaa... oohhhh.... pant... s- s- stop... noo... pant... nooo... moo-ore... ooohhh... pant... Eeehhh!” she moaned.
The teacher clapped her hands. “Okay, it’s five minutes, it’s time,” as the classroom erupted in loud applause and cheers.
Evan gently assisted Amelia to her feet and helped her as they both wobbled to a desk near the middle of the room, Evan’s still-rigid dick pointing the way. The camera followed them and the viewers could hear her speak breathlessly.
“God ... Evan, that was aahh... fuckin’ awesome, ooohhh, wow...”
The video faded out.
Roger and Cynthia leaned back in their chairs and both sucked in great breaths of air; they had hardly been breathing as they watched.
“Oh, fuck,” Roger moaned. “That was awesomely hot. Shit, that happened in a school classroom in front of dozens of kids, too. How the hell could they do that?”
Ayame was still staring at the blank video player screen. “School makes porno movies. Roberta says they sell them too. Maybe is mistake to go to college in U.S. Unless for degree in porno movie making?” she joked.
“Damn, how could those kids concentrate on the class after such a session? Did you see how they both wobbled to their desks after?” Cynthia asked, shaking her head.
“Other kids in class too,” Ayame interjected. “Saw boys with pants down and rubbing selves under desks and some girls with tops up and pinching tits too, did you see at end?”
“Yeah—and this is supposed to happen in most classes; the first few minutes of any class is for that Relief session. How does anyone concentrate after such a scene?” Roger said. “Um, that was too intense for me to watch another one like that, guys. I’ve got a real problem now.”
Ayame giggled, “Poor sweet boy. I would offer help but I not need new practice session tonight, sorry. Not in Program tonight. Need my sleep now.” She mimed a yawn, leaned back, and closed her eyes.
The other two laughed.
“Okay, I get the hint. I’m leaving. Say, don’t stay up and practice with each other; I’ll be awfully jealous if I find out...”
“Out!” Cynthia commanded. “Do whatever you need yourself, sorry for any inconvenience.”
Both girls giggled and Roger left the room.
After he took care of some pressing business, Roger went to bed.
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