Just One Drink... Or Maybe A Dozen?

Authors note: Hey... uh... It's been a long time since I did anything for this story. Um, yeah...
So, recently I was attacked by the muse for this story and wrote out a bunch. Not sure why it happened now, but there you go. Sorry to anyone that was waiting forever for an update. Here's one now after... 2 years...
But, good news. I have a number of chapters ready and waiting for proofreading. Around five or six.
Yeah, the muse slapped me hard here.

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Stuff I post there will also be posted on this site too. Some things won't be posted on the Patreon though, considering their policies.

Another thing, just to be more annoying, my RWBY fanfic is something I'm trying to focus on more, despite writing for this story again. I have more of a direction there than on this story, but that doesn't mean I don't have a goal for Latent Dreamer. I think in the coming days you'll see some of the direction I have for this story.

So, thank you all for waiting this long. And for those that have moved on, I'm sorry for disappointing you. For anyone here currently, please enjoy this chapter.

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I spent a few moments thinking it over before deciding. Fuck it. Let’s get tipsy.

Why not? As long as I didn’t take it too far and end up passed out, as long as I had plenty of water, it should be fine. The only danger to me here would be the fact that everyone ignores my existence. If I pass out, literally no one would help me. I could fall over on the sidewalk of a street with lots of traffic and no one would stop to check on me. That in and of itself was pretty scary, but as long as I kept drinking water and kept my wits about me, I should get through this night.

So, I walked on over to the bar. It too was in its own cubbyhole like the other rooms. The sounds of the music seemed softer here despite the open design. I thought that it might be because of the soft fabrics used for the carpet and the strange designs on the walls. They made me think of the inside of a deprivation chamber. Regardless, I was able to hear myself think.

I chose a stool at the bar and sat down. There were a few other women there as well, so I deliberately picked a seat next to one of them. The woman beside me had a backless grey top and a short, tight black skirt. Her brown hair was mostly straight, with some curliness that reached just below her shoulders.

Before I tried to get a drink from the bartender I reached over and felt the woman’s back. The smooth and warm skin felt nice as I traced my fingers down to the small of her back. She was talking with a friend who sat next to her, but I droned out everything and just stroked her back. I snapped out of it after a moment as I remembered what I came here for.

Turning to the bartender, who was cleaning some glasses, I waved to her to get her attention. Thankfully in this world the women still responded to me when I addressed them. Even if I just waved to them. The bartender stopped cleaning the glass in her hand, placed it down, along with the cloth she was using and stepped on over to my part of the bar top.

“What can I get ’cha?” She asked.

I looked over to the menu above her head and noticed that it was the same as the one downstairs. My eyes flicked to one of the drinks.

“Can I have an Orgy In My Mouth, please?” I asked the lady. I only felt slightly embarrassed asking that question.

“Sure thing.”

With my order made, the bartender got to work on constructing something complicated. First, she laid down a shot glass, bigger than the first one I had drank from downstairs. Second, she poured a little bit of... something...

It was a thin layer. She then proceeded to pour thin layers of many colored liquids on top, using a technique with a spoon...

None of the colored liquids mixed with each other. It was the most bizarre thing I had ever seen. Was that a thing? Were there some liquids that just didn’t mix? I sat there and stared as this hot woman poured a rainbow drink in front of me.

A short moment later she was finished and moved the glass over to me before putting away the bottles she had just used.

“Enjoy your orgy.” Was all she said as she placed it in front of me.

I leaned in close and inspected my drink. Clear liquid at the bottom, maybe vodka. Red, blue, green, yellow, purple. “...holy fuck.”

Was I supposed to gulp this down in one go? The glass was bigger than a shot glass so maybe not? I picked it up and slowly moved it side to side. The liquids moved with gravity but still didn’t mix.

Whatever. I didn’t fully understand how it worked but I didn’t order it just to stare at it. I shrugged and brought the glass to my lips... and tasted grape, lemon, apple, blueberry, strawberry and then the kick of the vodka. I tried my best to take it all down at once, but my brain was distracted by all the flavors. I reflexively swallowed and had to place the glass down with a little bit of the liquid left.

The flavors were bursting in my mouth... exactly like an orgy in a sense. The aftertaste was really confusing but still kind of enjoyable. I went back to finish the rest and tasted more of the vodka this time. There wasn’t a whole lot of it. I reckon the drink was more for the spectacle and the flavors than for the purpose of getting drunk. Though, if I wanted a drink with vodka and flavor, I would just get a vodka cruiser. But I didn’t want to sit there and sip on a drink either. I was here to enjoy the party, so shots were the goal.

I looked over the menu again and perused while absently stroking the girl next to me.

I might just go with the Pussy Juice again. That was a pretty good drink. I ordered one of those, along with some water. I took the shot and nursed my water as I turned around to watch the women around me. Good thing this bar stool could swivel since I needed to turn many times to watch girls walk back and forth. The various appearances, all sexy, of all the girls kept my libido on a low rumble. Their outfits an amazing array of different ways to show off. The amount of skin shown, or the skintight clothes kept threatening to make my boner return in full.

Man, this pastime of woman-watching was never going to get old. The fact that none of them would notice or take issue with it was the sweet cherry on top. It was while I was on my third shot that I felt the buzz kick in. It was a nice small happy buzz and I felt like I could tolerate another one, so I decided to have my last shot. I ordered the fairy tit and finished my water.

I got up and felt my world tip over a little bit. I righted myself and waited to see if it would happen again. Nothing happened and I seemed fine. I just chalked it up to having sat down for longer than I thought.

Before I left the bar, I looked over at the two women that had been sitting next to me. The one with the backless top made me want to try something before leaving them.

Unfortunately, the bar stool was a little too elevated for me to actually use my dick to rub on her, so I just made do with using my hands and mouth. I reached around and strongly groped her breasts over the dress and pressed my mouth to her bare back. While squeezing those sizable tits I began to lick up and down her smooth skin. Then I shoved my hands past the slim cut of the dress’s sides and got handfuls of bare breasts.

I lost myself in the feel of her and the freedom I had to do this to her. I felt so powerful and drunk off of the freedom, if not quite the **** yet.

I groped her roughly, with no complaint from the woman. She just carried on conversing with her friend. I didn’t care to listen in. I just wanted to touch her because I could. Eventually my hands roamed away from her breasts and made several trips up and down her body. I licked and nibbled her shoulders and neck. I kissed her back and smelled her hair.

It took a while but eventually I regained my senses and pulled away slightly to catch my breath. I could see her sexy back retain some of the moisture from my licks. I observed my work for a moment before grabbing her by the thighs and turned her around, after checking to see she wasn’t holding her drink of course.

Once she was positioned where I wanted her, I dove down and started licking her thighs with my hands squeezing her butt. I kissed and licked and took a bite before straightening up and spreading her legs so I could get closer to her.

I hugged her and pressed my face into her chest, my mouth and tongue roaming all over her cleavage. I then grabbed her head and **** her to kiss me. Even though she didn’t respond to the kiss I still explored her mouth with my tongue. She tasted of something alcoholic and like cherries.

I gave her one last squeeze and pulled back.

“–t’s kind of difficult to focus when my boss is so hot.” The woman said to her friend the moment her mouth was free.

I just smirked. Not even an interruption from me stopped these women from carrying on where they left off.

I looked over to the counter to see what she was drinking and saw a half full glass of clear liquid. Feeling brave, I picked up the glass and took a sip. It was some kind of vodka mixed with something lemon-y. I shrugged and drank the rest of it for her. I had to cough a little, but I got it all down.

Before leaving the counter and these girls I turned to the bartender and called out to her.

“Bartender! Get these two ladies a free round of drinks.” I told her, fully expecting her to do as I said.

“You got it!” Came her reply and she walked over. “What’ll it be ladies?”

It worked and I nodded to myself before stepping away fully. I had my break and wanted to go look for some more fun.

What took place next could only be described as a grope marathon. I walked around with my hands preceding me, touching and copping feels wherever I went.

On the balcony walkway again, I saw a woman leaning over the railing. She had a short denim skirt on. One of those that had fraying threads as if it were ripped to be that short. She also had a white shear shirt, tied up like a slutty schoolgirl, or country girl. I made a beeline for her and immediately put my hand up her skirt, pressing my palm against bare cheek and feeling a thin fabric covering her pussy.

I sawed my fingers against her snatch, feeling her warmth and a moist sensation from her groin. I moved my hand vigorously, and yet the woman just kept looking out over the railing.

I then took my hand back and spanked her butt hard. I pressed my groin up against her ass and grabbed her breasts. For a few moments I just humped her, jostling her body as she just watched the party below.

I stopped there and pulled away. My head was feeling the lightheadedness from the drinks. Nothing too bad. I wasn’t even tipsy. I knew where my limits were. I turned and walked along the walkway, taking in the sights.

I honked on some boobs along the way, reaching out to women as I passed them. I slapped some butts too. I came to one of the corners of the room and found a group of four women huddled up, talking with drinks in their hands.

All four were wearing some variation of black leather. The shiny, wet looking kind. One girl had a tight and short black skirt with a studded black belt. Her top had black squares covering her tits connected with a fishnet mesh in the front and tied with thick strings in the back.

Another girl was wearing a tight pair of shiny black pants down to her ankles. She only had a Black bandeau covering her chest and nothing else.

A third girl wore a wet and shiny short black dress that barely covered her ass. If she leaned over, she would be flashing the world. Then again, just about every woman here was flashing their goods.

The fourth girl wore black shorts that had very short leg holes. It was basically a straight line across her hips the same way a bandeau was a line across the chest. She wore a tiny black jacket that had studs and wouldn’t look out of place at a metal concert. Also, it was partially open in the front showing off lots of cleavage. It gave off the impression that she wore no bra underneath. The jacket seemed like it was the bra.

Not caring for any other details, I walked into their midst and latched onto Miss Jacket. My head plunged into her cleavage and set about to licking what I could. My tongue roved over her skin, licking up her sweaty valley. I was like a dog slobbering all over her tits. I unzipped the jacket and discovered that she was in fact not wearing anything underneath. Her breasts came into view, and I latched onto one of her nipples. I sucked wildly on her before motor-boating both tits.

I backed away to try another woman. I found the one with the short dress and shifted over to just behind her and crouched down. My face was close to her bubble butt, and I could see how much of her cheeks that the dress didn’t cover. I lifted the skirt to unveil the rest of her delicious looking butt and found that she wore a skimpy thong with barely any material. Her cheeks were on full display, and I pushed my face in to motorboat her ass. I also licked and kissed that ass just like I did with that other woman’s breasts. I mouthed and sucked on her flesh with a pervert's desperation.

Eventually, I got up and held her from behind, pressing my boner hard against her butt and groped her body as she spoke uncaringly with her friends. I didn’t pay any mind to what they were saying though. What was the point? It was too loud to hear properly anyway. So, I just squeezed her breasts roughly as I stared at her friends' bodies in front of me.

The sight and situation was really hot, but after a short while I felt like moving on and finding other hot situations. I backed away from the four girls but noticed the drinks in their hands again. I felt the temptation to take a drink from one of them but tried to hold off. However, my eyes couldn’t be pulled away. I grabbed one glass and took a sip, then coughed a little. It was high in **** and low in taste. Whatever it was, was way too strong. I tried another girl's drink and found something similar.

Damn, these girls were into the hard stuff.

Just to be a dick for no reason, I decided to spit in each of their cups before walking away. It was stupid and juvenile, but I couldn’t resist. I giggled like an idiot as I walked away.

I walked around the walkway, groping and sometimes stealing sips of drinks as I went, before finding the opposite stairwell from the one I took to get up here. I couldn’t find anything else to do up here, so I made my way down. As I took some steps down, I felt the effect of some of the **** in my system. My balance felt a little off and I held the railing to make sure I didn’t tumble down the stairs. What would be the point in coming to this world of sexual paradise, only to break my neck falling down the stairs?

I carefully made my way down and looked at the writhing mass of women dancing. There was such a mix of slutty outfits on display that my mind couldn’t really function well. The sight of so much woman flesh and erotic clothes made me feel too flush for comfort. I stared at the carnal display and felt my boner push at the limits of my track pants.

Now, from there things got a little blurry.

I remember diving into the throng and rubbing up against many of the girls. I remember kissing some and sucking on boobs. I remember fingering others and pulling my dick out to poke at some butts. I remember tasting someone else’s drink, but then I was in a toilet stall peeing into the bowl while two women were making out next to me in the same stall.

My head was buzzing loudly, and I cleaned the tip of my dick with a wad of tissue in case there was some drip. I flushed the toilet and turned to the girls behind me. One was pushing the other up against the stall wall and was heavily groping and making out.

Wait, I recognized them.

The one with the mesh top was... Zoe? And the other with the bikini top was Camila. How did I meet back up with them?

“Hey you two. Where did you come from?” I asked them.

They pulled their lips away from each other to look at me.

“You don’t remember? We saw you at the table.” Camila, the girl in the bikini top, told me.

“We came over to find you and tell you that we were thinking of heading home.” Zoe, the mesh girl followed up.

“Oh... I don’t remember going back to the table, but cool.” I tried looking back at what happened in my head but found spotty images and memories. I think I had sex again but wasn’t sure with who. There might have been more drinks maybe, even though I said that I wouldn’t. Damn, I kinda just went around and sipped on everything didn’t I? “How long... what time is it?”

Camila looked at her wrist and read the time from her small gold watch. “Almost three in the morning.”

Wow. How did three or four hours just go by with only a slideshow of memories to show for it? Yeah, maybe I needed to bail too.

“Okay, let's get out of here.” I said. The three of us left the toilet stall and walked out into the large restroom. There were other women hanging around the sinks and chatting while others were checking in on some drunk friends in some of the stalls. The music was still heard coming from the doorway with no actual door.

Camila and Zoe led the way out and I followed while watching their butts sway side to side. We left the restroom, and I followed them to the stairs leading up and out of the club. I enjoyed their swaying butts even more when they climbed the stairs in front of me. I felt my dick answer their siren call and I reached out to touch and squeeze their cheeks.

Other women were walking down the stairs and we made space to let them through. Three women in slinky dresses in red, green and black carefully went down the stairs. I, of course, reached out to fondle them as they passed by. None of them looked at me or jumped in shock. My simple satisfaction from that made me smile. This world was just too good.

We got to the top of the stairs and left the building. The street was still the way we had left it, but the line looked shorter now. And the redheaded bouncer was gone now. She seemed to have been replaced with another woman, still in the same type of suit with black gloves. Her hair was black and short. She looked just as dangerous as the redhead and just as hot too.

Camila stretched her arms out and made a groaning noise.

“Fresh air...” Zoe breathed in and out.

I felt the same. The night air and the openness really felt nice after the sweaty confines of the club. The music could still be heard coming from behind them from down the stairs, but now it was much quieter, and the sounds of the night were more prominent.

The girls had their moment and turned back to me.

“So, what will you be doing now? Heading off or...” Zoe asked me.

“Do you want to crash at our place?” Camila asked next.

They didn’t seem flustered or even the least bit bothered at the thought of inviting me over. I was a little surprised that they did though. Did they still consider me as part of their group even though the night was over?

“I’d love to.” I said, feeling a little accomplished that I was going to be staying at a woman’s place. Of course, it was all because this world allowed me to do that, so it wasn’t much of an accomplishment. Still, it felt nice. “But isn’t tomorrow, or today, Friday?”

“We got Friday off work for this.” Zoe said.

“We needed this three-day weekend to unwind.” Camila added. “Works been a little stressful.”

“That’s why we went to the only club that’s open on weekdays. Tomorrow, though... I kind of want to just chill.” Said Zoe.

“Same.”

That’s right. It was a weekday, so it was a little confusing for this place to be open today, but if that was their schedule, then whatever.

“So, where do you two live?” I asked them.

“We got an apartment over in Pacton Heights.” Camila informed me. “Come on, we’ll get a cab.”

That place had a few apartment buildings close to the business district. Those apartments were fairly new, I remembered. They were made for families and those who worked close to the center of town.

I followed Camila and Zoe down the street and walked in between them after thinking that I wanted these two on either side of me. I grabbed their butts and played with them until we found a bunch of taxis on the street around the corner from the club. They were likely sat there waiting for any drunks that wanted to go home after a night of partying.

We picked the one closest to us and got in the back. The driver was just as cute as any of the other women I found in this world, even though she wore a boring uniform. Granted, the uniform did follow her form nicely, from what I could see over the backrest of the front seat.

I sat in between Camila and Zoe and kept my hands on them. Their thighs, their arms, their boobs. I never stopped groping them.

“Can you take us to Tremain Street in Pacton please?” Zoe asked the woman. She confirmed and set her GPS.

The car got moving and I remembered to say, “And the ride is free for us.”

“You got it.” The woman replied easily.

We were on our way, and I sat back, enjoying the feel of Camila and Zoe’s thighs underneath my hands. My head was still feeling a little woozy, but oddly I didn’t feel sick. I just needed some sleep. I had a really long day, with so much sexual activity, more sexual activity than I have ever had. It was insane to think about, but my first day in this odd paradise was coming to a close.

I didn’t really know how I felt about being stuck here yet. I had just been coasting through for the most part. The promise of sex had been keeping me going with only some mild panicking at a few moments throughout the day. But now things were winding down and the thought of being here the next day had me thinking about my mom back in my world. What is she going through? Did I just suddenly disappear? Is my body still in bed in a coma? Did I die?

These thoughts were intruding on my fun with the girls, and I found myself just looking out the car windows in thought. The buildings going by were familiar. I often only saw them during the day but occasionally saw them at night. These were the streets of my home. They were identical. The familiarity felt strange, knowing that they weren’t truly my home.

Camila and Zoe occasionally spoke to each other, but mostly sat in their drunken state, patiently waiting to get home. The driver would also ask a question every now and then about directions. One of the girls would respond and I would open my eyes to be reminded that I was still in the car.

The streets were mostly empty, so it didn’t take all that long before the taxi came to a stop. I turned my drowsy eyes to look at the buildings around us and saw a number of high-rise apartments.

The three of us piled out of the car and thanked the driver. I yawned and stretched once I was on the sidewalk and waited for the girls to lead the way. They started walking and I followed them into the lobby of one apartment building and into an elevator. I took that opportunity to lean against the wall and pulled Zoe to lean back against me. Her butt was pressed to my dick, and I sighed in contentment as I held her body. I leaned my cheek on her shoulder and closed my eyes.

“What floor are you guys on?” I mumbled.

Camila leaned on the wall next to me and said, “We’re on the seventh floor.” She yawned and had droopy eyes.

While we waited for the elevator to take us to the seventh floor, I bounced Zoe on my crotch a little bit while squeezing her mesh covered breasts. The feeling of her round ass keeping my crotch warm was intoxicating. It felt like my lower half was in a constant state of melting.

The elevator came to a stop and pinged, signalling that we were at the seventh floor.

Camila pushed off from the elevator wall and left. Zoe followed, leaving my crotch feeling a little cold. I took up the rear and followed them down a hall... is it a hall if one side is open to the sky? I looked out at the city lights and enjoyed the view. Camila and Zoe came to a stop at one door with the number seven-zero-eight on the front.

Camila opened the door, not needing a key because none of the residences I had seen throughout the day had any locks. We walked into a darkened place. I closed the door behind me as the girls turned on lights and moved about the living space. I walked in after them and observed them as they removed their boots and sandals, then Zoe went to the toilet while Camila drank some water from a bottle in their fridge.

“Do you need a drink? We have plenty of water. Or are you hungry?” Camila asked me, prompting me to walk into their kitchen and look in their fridge. There were some microwave meals and some bread and quite a few bottles of mineral water. I wasn’t much interested in food right then.

“Some water would be great. Thanks.”

Camila pulled an unopened bottle out and handed it to me. I drank the cool liquid and felt a little bit refreshed.

Zoe left the bathroom and went into what I could only assume was a bedroom. I saw her unzipping her skirt in the doorway for a brief second.

“Do you want to use the bathroom first or can I go?” Camila asked me after putting her bottle away.

“You can go.” I told her simply. She nodded and headed into the bathroom.

While she was doing that, I went into the room Zoe entered and witnessed her taking off her mesh top and flinging it onto the floor. She was only wearing panties at the moment. Those panties barely had any material on them anyway.

“Do you two sleep in different rooms?” I asked her from the doorway.

“No. We sleep together but the apartment has two bedrooms, so we use one for storage. The other one has a bed, but we almost never use it.”

The bedroom they used for sleeping in was quite nice with a queen-sized bed. The duvet was half pulled off and was a sea blue color. The sheet underneath was white. The carpet was a fluffy beige material, and the walls were creamy. They had a closet and a big wardrobe with a chest of drawers and a vanity in the corner. There were some clothes on the floor besides the ones Zoe had already stripped out of and I could see some underwear mixed in with their mess.

I walked over to Zoe and placed my hands on her again. She didn’t react in any way, except to pull the other side of the duvet back. I pulled her by the arm to turn her around towards me, then I pushed her onto the bed. The bed barely made a noise besides a fwump. I took off my track suit as I looked at her body and got naked.

Once I had no clothes on, I knelt on the bed over her and pulled her panties off. I wanted at least one last round of sex before going to sleep, and who better to help me than one of the girls that had brought me home with them?

I got her panties off and pulled from her legs, only to press it to my face and take a huge huff of breath. The scent of a woman permeated my senses. Her sweaty female musk made me hornier. I threw the fabric over my shoulder and crawled the rest of the way on top of her.

Without waiting on ceremony or asking for permission, I moved her legs and got my hard dick into position. I thrust forward into Zoe and felt my body break out into goosebumps and warm shivers. Her warm, wet and tight hole was amazing. I pushed all the way to the root and marveled at how great sex was. I placed my hands on Zoe’s breasts and used them as handholds while I shifted back and forth inside her.

It was then that Camila came back out of the bathroom. She walked into the bedroom and began undressing without batting an eye at what I was doing. She undid her bikini top and unzipped her shorts, all while I thrusted into Zoe’s pussy. Zoe simply lay there and didn’t react much to what I was doing. I felt a little mixed about that.

On the one hand it would be nice to hear moans of pleasure from my partner, but on the other hand I liked being able to do what I wanted without having to worry about someone else's pleasure. Something about that freedom was incredibly addictive.

“We ready for bed?” Camila asked as she was standing there in a thong.

Before Zoe could answer, I spoke up.

“Let me just cum inside Zoe, then we can turn the light off. Also, you need to be naked too.” I told her.

“Okay, cool.” Camila then hooked her thumbs into her underwear and removed them. When she bent down to take them off from her feet, her breasts hung and swayed in an erotic show that spurred me on.

I thrusted hard inside Zoe and felt my orgasm coming on quickly. I wasn’t trying to impress anyone with my stamina or ability to hold back. I just wanted to nut inside this woman I had just met some hours ago. In this world I could do that with no sense of shame. Maybe at a later date I would try and test myself to see how long I could last, but that wasn’t tonight.

Camila turned on a light on a bedside table, which didn’t add much, and then went over to the wall switch and turned the ceiling light off. The side table light was still bright enough to see so I didn’t argue. I only focused on thrusting harder. The bed made noises as the mattress shifted under my thrusting, then came to a stop as I pushed all the way in and leaned forward to wrap my arms under her. I felt my cum throb into her even as I felt Camila get into bed next to us. I groaned into Zoe’s mouth as I thrusted my tongue down her throat.

It felt like heaven the first time, and it felt like heaven now. Giving a woman a cream pie with no thought to the consequences was such an amazing and devious pleasure. I lost myself in the feeling every time. This world, with all its oddities, was a devious and addictive place. I glorified in the feeling of inseminating this woman as I came down from my orgasm. I lay on top of her and breathed next to her ear and thrusted a few more times to make sure every drop was out.

With a sigh I got up and removed myself from her pussy. I quickly picked up a random article of clothing from the floor and pressed it against Zoe’s hole.

“Hold this here until all my cum has leaked out.” I told her.

“Sure.” Was all she said.

I got off the bed and found the panties I had thrown away and picked it back up. I pressed it to the tip of my flagging penis and used the material to clean myself up. Then I threw it on the floor again.

“I’ll go to the toilet now.” I said to the two women.

The nodded and turned to each other to talk.

“What should we get for lunch tomorrow.” I heard Camila ask Zoe as I left the room.

I used their bathroom and peed before heading back. When I walked into the room again, the girls were dozing off with the light on. I decided to get in bed next to Camila and gently pushed her towards Zoe so that I would have room. I wanted to be able to leave the bed in the morning without disturbing either of them. Not that I could disturb them. I was certain that they would ignore my touches even when asleep.

I might have to test that at some point.

I reached over and turned the light off and cuddled Camila. I held her body and fondled her boobs until I fell asleep.

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