I got up to answer the knock at my door. I'm forty years old,with no excess fat and fair muscle definition, around six feettall. I was dressed in workout shorts and a tee shirt. Iopened the door to a woman I had never seen before.

I'd guess that she was about thirty years old, maybe a littleless. She had blonde hair tied back in a ponytail that reachedmidway down her back. She had a very attractive face, and Inoticed that her gray eyes were nearly level with mine. She waswearing a loose black sweatshirt and floppy gray sweatpants.

"Hi," she said, "I just moved in next door and I can't find thebox I left my tools in. I was wondering if you have a hammer Icould borrow."

"Sure," I replied, "come on in while I get the tool box. Areyou sure a hammer will be enough?"

"Well, I might need a screwdriver too," she answered.

"OK, I'll just let you borrow the whole tool box. Make yourselfcomfortable." I went out to get the tools. When I got back shewas glancing at my Gold's Gym - The Women calendar.

"Here's the tool box," I said. "Just bring it back when you'redone."

"Thanks a lot! Now I can get some stuff hung up." She liftedthe tool box easily with her left hand and held out her right. "My name's Libby Stone."

"I'm Jimmy Smith," I said as we shook hands. I noted that herhands were quite large for a woman's, and she wore no rings. Her palm was slightly callused and her grip was firm.

Thanks, Jimmy Smith. I'll bring these back soon."

"No hurry," I replied.

I talked to the building superintendent the next day and learnedthat Libby Stone had bought the condo next door to mine and thatshe was living there alone. I like to be friendly with myneighbors, so I decided to find out if she might like to go outto dinner. You never know what might happen, maybe somethingwould come of it.

The next weekend Libby returned my tools. She was still dressedin floppy sweats. I asked if she'd like to go out to dinner. "No, not tonight. I'm still pretty bushed from moving in."

"Tell you what. I've been known to cook up some pretty goodspaghetti sauce. Why don't you stick around and we can eat andrelax?"

"That sounds pretty good," she replied, "but only if Icontribute something. I've got a nice bottle of wine I canbring over."

So I started on the sauce and Libby brought over a bottle ofpretty good red wine. She sat in the kitchen while I cooked andwe talked while the sauce was simmering.

"I notice you have a lot of fitness magazines around," she said. "You look like you're in pretty good shape."

"Thanks," I said. "I like to stay healthy."

"Yeah, me too. I also noticed that calendar of yours. Tell me,do you like the way women look when they have muscles?"

"Yeah, I do. I mean, all women have muscles, I think that ifthey want to develop them, it makes them look great."

"Ever fantasize about wrestling with a strong woman?" she asked,with a strange look on her face.

"Yeah, sometimes," I said, taking a sip of my wine. "Why do youask?"

"Oh, no particular reason," said Libby. "Gee, that sauce smellsgreat. How soon do we eat?"

Libby gave every appearance of enjoying the pasta, eating threehelpings. Between us we finished off the wine she had brought,so I opened a bottle I had in the cabinet and we relaxed on thecouch. I learned that Libby was older than I thought, a yearolder than myself. We got along pretty well, but pretty soon(too soon for me), Libby excused herself and went back to herown place. I sat for a while and decided that I'd ask Libby outagain soon.

The next weekend I knocked at Libby's door. "Oh, hi! Sorry forthe way I look, I've been working out a little." She moppedaway the sweat on her face with a towel. "What can I do foryou?"

"I just wondered if you'd like to do dinner tonight," I said.

"Tell you what, why don't you come over here for dinner tonight? I've got a casserole in the oven, and it's more than I can eat."

"Well, I really wanted to take you out, but that casserolesmells pretty good."

"Great! Why don't you stop by about six?" Libby said. "I'llhave something really special for dessert."

I went back at six, carrying a bottle of wine. I enjoyed thedinner, but I noticed that Libby hardly touched her food anddidn't drink more than a sip of wine. She just sat there acrossthe table, watching me with a strange look on her face. She wasstill dressed in clothes that covered her from neck to ankle,giving me no idea of what her body looked like.

After dinner, she said, "Come into the spare room with me."

"You mentioned something about dessert," I teased.

"I'll serve your dessert in the spare room," Libby smiled.

Libby had turned her spare room into an exercise studio. Therewas a Soloflex machine folded up against one wall, and a set ofdumbbells in a rack. The floor was heavily padded and coveredwith a smooth fabric, almost like a custom made tumbling mat. Against another wall was a large mirror, and a karate gi washung up on a stationary bike in the corner.

"Wow, this is some set up!" I walked around and looked at someof the weights. I got a strange feeling when I saw that shehadn't bothered with any dumbbells of less than fifty pounds. Iheard a slithering sound and turned in time to see Libby tossher floppy sweatshirt to the floor. Under it she was wearingsomething black, with long sleeves, that hugged her body. Myjaw dropped as I saw the body she had been keeping hidden.

Her neck was a column of muscle, and her thick trapezius musclessloped down to her broad shoulders. Her deltoids were coveredwith a round cap of muscle that looked as large as a cantaloupe. The arms were huge, with bulging biceps and triceps thatsquirmed like snakes under the bodysuit as she removed thesweatpants. Her enormous forearms tapered only slightly to herthick wrists and large hands. Libby's breasts were small, buther chest and back were so thick that I estimated that she wouldmeasure over forty inches around them.

Libby let her sweatpants fall and stood before me with her handon her hips. I noticed that her lower body was even moreformidable looking as her upper body was. Her well definedabdominal muscles rippled under the tight bodysuit. Her thighswere thick with muscle that writhed to get out of the suit asshe flexed them. Her calves were as large as my thighs.

Libby slowly turned around, showing me the wide expanse of herback. Her glutes appeared hard as cannonballs, and she raisedon her toes to flex the calves to their fullest.

"Well, what do you think?" Libby asked as she turned to face meagain. "Pretty impressive, isn't it?"

All I could do was gasp as she flexed her arms, making thebiceps swell to their full expanse. "Very impressive," Imanaged to say.

"This is dessert. You go get dressed in something more, um,suitable, and then we wrestle."

Now I understood what Libby had been talking about the previousweek. "What if I don't want to wrestle?"

"I thought you fantasized about wrestling with women. But maybeI intimidate you just a little?" she smirked. "Tell you what -if you pin me or make me submit..." her tongue lingered on theword, "just once, I'll go to bed with you, if you want. If youcan't beat me once, well, I'll figure something out..."

"Yeah, I just bet you will." I thought about it for a fewseconds. As intimidating as Libby was, she still turned me on. "How many tries do I get?" I asked.

"As many as you want, Baby, I can go all night."

I went back to my apartment to change. "Come back soon, I don'twant to have to drag you back here," said Libby. "That wouldmake me mad. And I don't think you'd like it if I got mad," shebreathed sexily.

When I had changed into shorts and a tee shirt I returned toLibby's apartment. Libby had folded the Soloflex up and coveredthe dumbbells and stationary bike with pads.

Libby held out her hand and I shook it. I noticed again that itwas very large, and for the first time I saw how muscular itwas. She gave my hand only a firm squeeze, the sign of someonewho knows their strength and has no need to show off by crushingother people's hands. Facing her, I began comparing myself toher. I was about an inch taller, but Libby was larger in allother dimensions. I guessed that she might weigh as much as onehundred ninety pounds, to my one hundred seventy-five. Hershoulders were broader than mine, and her arms and legs had minebeat by a wide margin. There was no fat on her body, it seemedto be solid muscle. I had little wrestling knowledge. What thehell was I doing here?

Libby asked, "Ready? Then let's go." She moved straight in atme, with no feinting. I tried to duck and spin out of the way,but Libby was too quick. She caught my head in the crook of herbig left arm and tightened the headlock by clasping her hands. I tried to slip my head out of her grip. Libby spread her legsout and did a split, dropping to the floor. With my headtrapped in her arms, I had little choice but to follow. Sheleaned all her weight on me, holding me down. My head felt asif it was being squeezed in a vise. I struggled to get up, andeven made it as far as my knees before Libby flipped me over herhip and flat on my back. I tried to twist my head free, butonly succeeded in increasing the pain. Libby's left bicep greweven larger, and I could feel my face start to go numb. I hadnever been so frightened. My face was crushed into her leftbreast, but I felt no softness there. Libby was using her chestmuscles to increase the pressure she was putting on my head, andit felt like two iron jaws crushing my skull. I began to seestars, and tried to tell Libby that I gave up, but nothingemerged from my mouth but a grunt.

I vaguely became aware that Libby was talking to me. "Whatsamatter, Jimmy, can'tcha get outta my headlock? Tsk tsk, yououghtta be ashamed of yourself." I felt the pressure ease foran instant, but before I could move Libby closed the vise again. "There, that's better, now I can see you." I looked up intoher gray eyes and didn't find an ounce of pity. There was amocking smile on her pretty face as she said, "I like my men tostruggle, Babycakes. You're just lying there making me do allthe work." Incredibly, the pressure of her arms increased. "C'mon, wimp, fight back! Do something!"

I tried again to get her weight off me so I could get to myfeet, but it was no use. There seemed to be no strength left inmy body. I wondered vacantly how long Libby had held metrapped, then thought about what I needed at the grocery store. I realized that I was losing consciousness, and I was scared.

Slowly I began to realize that Libby was no longer lying on topof me. I was flat on my back on the floor, and I had a terribleheadache. Libby was wetting a towel with some water from abottle, and she tossed it onto my chest scornfully as I tried tosit up. I gratefully wrapped the towel around my neck and wipedit over my head and face, trying to regain what was left of mywits.

"Well, I won the first fall," Libby said cheerfully. "I had youpinned for about a minute. Remember, shoulders down for threeseconds means you're pinned." I tossed the towel at her and shegrabbed it and hung it on a hook. "Ready for the second fall?"she asked.

I shook my head. "I don't think so. In fact, I don't think Iwanta do this any more."

Libby's eyes narrowed and she got an unpleasant look on herface. "I don't think you understand, Sweetie. We keep going'til I say we stop." She began to walk slowly toward me. Alarmed, I scrambled to my feet. Libby continued to stalk me,and I tried to stay away from her. I now had first handknowledge of what her muscles could do, and she had only had mein the headlock for a couple of minutes. I was scared of whatshe could do if she locked me between her enormous thighs.

Libby closed the distance between us slowly, an amused smile onher pretty face. I found myself trapped against a wall withnowhere to run. Libby quickly lunged at me and caught me in abear hug around the upper chest. I felt my ribs compress as sheconstricted the circle of her arms. It was getting tough tobreathe.

Suddenly I found myself lifted off my feet and carried acrossthe room back to the center. Libby wasn't even breathing hardas she held my hundred and seventy-five pounds off the floor. Itried to force her arms to loosen, but might just as well havebeen pushing at a tree, for all the impression I made. Onceagain I saw stars as my oxygen starved brain started to fade toblack again. Libby gave a heave and I found myself flyingthrough the air. I landed hard on the floor, winded. Libby wason top of me before I could move. Her solid weight pinned me tothe mat, and she twined her legs around mine so that I was beingstretched like I was on a rack. Libby's hands pinned my arms tothe mat, and she spread her legs out wider so it felt like I wasbeing torn in half. There was a mocking grin on her face as shewatched my futile struggle to dislodge her.

I screamed in pain as she forced my legs further apart. Thestrain on my knees was agonizing. Libby smiled as my facecontorted from the pain. "Aww, does he have an owwwie?" sheasked mockingly.

"Libby, please, I give, ahhh, God it hurts! Please, let me up,I give! I give!"

Libby stretched my arms a little further over my head, thenreleased me. She knelt next to me while I flexed my legs,trying to reduce the pain in my knees. "That's known as agrapevine pin," she said coolly, "just for your information. Icould've held you down as long as I wanted. Lucky for you I'mfeeling merciful, Luv."

With one quick movement Libby got to her feet and stood over me.I looked up at her magnificent body as I tried to relieve thepain I was in. She turned her back and walked over to take asip of water from the bottle. The muscles in her back and legswere unbelievable. I knew that if I were to defeat thisjuggernaut even once I'd need all my strength, speed, and skill,but I knew that Libby was stronger, faster, and better trainedthan I was. It looked hopeless.

I struggled to my feet and limped around for a minute to try andrestore the circulation in my legs. My ribs ached from thepower in Libby's arms, and I was still dizzy from the headlock. Libby was watching me with an amused expression on her face. Iimagined that a cat might regard a mouse with a similar look.

"Well, now that we're warmed up, let's get down to some realwrasslin'," said Libby. She danced around a little, her musclesclearly visible beneath the skin tight bodysuit. "I'm rarin' togo!"

I held out my hands, trying to talk her out of it. "C'mon,Libby, I've had enough. Let's go out and sit - ulp!"

Libby had grabbed one of my arms and stooped under me, liftingme up on her shoulders. "Oh, you've had enough, have you? Well, I haven't! And I'm the only one whose opinion countsaround here!"

After doing several squats with me on her shoulders, Libbydumped me unceremoniously onto my back again. I tried toscramble to my feet and stay away from her, but she dropped tothe mat behind me and yanked me back down. She positioned herlegs on either side of my body. I knew what she was planning,and I desperately tried to roll away, but she wrapped herenormous arms around my shoulders, trapping my upper body. Ithrashed my legs around violently, trying to loosen her grip. Suddenly she rolled me over onto my face, keeping herself on topof me and crushing me into the floor with her weight. WhenLibby rolled me back over so I was facing the ceiling again, herthighs were around my waist and she had locked her ankles.

When Libby had crushed me in the headlock and bear hug Icouldn't imagine being squeezed any tighter. The power in herlegs made what I had felt before almost pleasurable. Libbyreleased my arms, saying, "You'll need to use your arms to tryand get out of this, but it won't do you any good." I pushedwith all my might at the legs that imprisoned my waist, butcould make no impression on them. In desperation I slapped andpunched Libby's thighs, but it felt like hitting concrete.

Libby laughed disdainfully as I struck at her formidable thighs. "Forget it, little man, you'll never get out that way. Itmight make me mad, then I'd really have to hurt you." Theintense pressure increased slightly, showing me that Libby wasusing only a part of her strength to hold me prisoner, and couldsqueeze even tighter if she wanted to.

"Well, now that you're a captive audience, so to speak, I'lltell you a little more about myself." Libby tensed her musclesagain, causing me to gasp. "Pay attention, there'll be a quizlater. I'm five feet eleven, one hundred and ninety-fourpounds, all of it bone and muscle. For the record, I haveeighteen inch biceps, twenty-eight inch thighs, and nineteeninch calves. My measurements are forty-four, twenty-eight,thirty-five, and I'm a second-degree black belt in karate. Ofcourse, the chest and hip measurements reflect musculardevelopment, not tits and ass." She jolted me once again with aquick squeeze. "Make a noise or something so I know you'repaying attention."

I managed a grunt, and Libby continued. "Believe it or not, Idon't take steroids. I was always big and strong as a kid, andthe other brats made fun of me. When I was fourteen I tried outfor the track team at my high school. The coach was very big onweight training, and I took to it right away. The teasingstopped after I beat up one of the guys on the football team. Iyanked him outta his car and left him on the street, bleedingand crying like a baby. I decided then that I'd push my body tothe extreme, build as much muscle as I could, and then make theworld pay for what I had gone through as a kid."

Her voice turned wistful. "I enjoyed it when that big fat slobwas beggin' for me not to hit him again. I figure there's a lotof sadism in me, and I need to let loose once in a while." Libby paused and reminded me again to pay attention, just alight squeeze. "I like to dominate other people, and there'snot too many people I can't dominate, so I do!" She grabbed myhair and yanked my head back to look into my eyes. "Now you'llsee just how dominant I am."

She let go of my hair and leaned back. I sat forward and triedto pry her legs apart, but it was like trying to bend steelbars. Libby loosened her hold enough so that one thigh wasunder my back and the other on top of my belly. Slowly Libbytightened her muscles and I felt my stomach muscles give out. It felt like I was being cut in two. I swear I could feel mystomach being crushed against my spine.

I was having a hard time breathing as her legs swelled evenmore. "I give! Ohhh, God, it hurts, please, let me go. Youwin."

"Do you give up?" Libby asked playfully.

"Yes, YES!"

"Say, 'Yes, MA'AM'," Libby ordered.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"What? I can't hear you." Libby tensed her thighs again, and Iwas sure my stomach was being squeezed up into my lungs.

"Yes, MA'AM!" I tried to shout. It came out as a strangled gasp.

Libby unhooked her ankles and kicked me away. I lay on the mat,curled up in a fetal position, groaning. Libby stood up,straddling me. I looked up at her in fear and awe. She gave aslight smile and walked over to the water bottle. She took asip, then brought the bottle and towel over to where I lay. Sheknelt beside me and toweled the sweat off my face, then gave mea sip of water. I tensed as Libby put her large hands on mybelly. "Relax, Luv, I can take away the pain." She pressed acertain way on my belly and I could feel the pain start torecede. "Now, isn't that better? I want you to be as fit aspossible for the next round." Her powerful fingers probed mybelly in a particular way and I sighed in ecstasy as the agonyfaded completely away. Libby fed me another sip of water, thentook the bottle and towel back to their rack.

I felt a little better. My head still ached, my knees wereshaky, and my ribs were still sore, but the pain in my belly haddisappeared. I was able to get to my feet in time to face Libbyas she turned back to face me.

"Good," she smiled as she watched me rise. "Ready for some morepain?"

She reached out with both hands, fingers spread. "I wanna seejust how strong you are, Luv. C'mon, let's hold hands." Libbygestured for me to lock hands with her. "What's the matter,Jimmy? I thought you'd like to hold hands with me."

I could see no way out. Cautiously I reached out my hands andlocked fingers with hers. Libby waited until I had secured asatisfactory grip, then locked her fingers down. She yanked mecloser until we were standing chest to chest. Libby's powerfulsqueeze almost immediately forced me to my knees before her. Ifound myself staring into her crotch while she crushed my handsin her iron grip. Tears ran down my face from the incrediblepain she was inflicting.

"I give, I give, please stop," I cried. Libby released her gripand laughed as I tried to return the circulation to my mangledfingers.

"Damn, you're really a weakling, aren't you?" she chuckled. "Itry to give you an even chance and you're bawling inside tenseconds." Libby shook her head. "Well, I guess I'll have togive you an advantage." Libby turned her back to me. "Goahead, get any kind of hold you want on me."

I decided to put Libby in a full nelson. As quickly as I couldI got to my feet and slipped my arms under hers, then locked myhands behind her neck. Libby's shoulders were so broad that Ihad trouble getting my hands together. Libby waited patientlyuntil I had a secure grip. "Satisfied?" she asked. "Is thatthe strongest grip you can get?" When I replied in theaffirmative, she gave just a slight shake of her head. "Toobad."

Slowly Libby started to force her arms down, expanding hershoulders. I desperately tried to maintain the hold, but foundmy hands being forced inexorably apart. With one quick move shedrove her arms down, completely breaking my grip. She turned toface me, a triumphant gleam in her eyes. "Seems like your bestjust isn't good enough. Is there another hold you'd like totry?"

"Will you let me get you in a body scissor?" I asked.

"Anything you want, Luv." Libby turned her back and sat on thefloor in front of me. "You wanna do it from behind me, or fromthe side?"

"Behind you, I guess," I replied. I sat behind her and wrappedmy legs around her middle. I noticed that the sides of herwaist were lined with muscle.

"Get as tight a lock as you can, Baby. Lock those anklestight," Libby said. "You'll need all the advantage you can get."

I pulled her back as far into my crotch as I could, knowing thatthe tightest lock would be high up in my thighs. Libby leanedback comfortably.

"You might wanna tie up my arms, too," she suggested. Maybehook your arms under mine and lock your hands behind my back." I did as she said, interlacing my fingers as tightly as I could. "Ready?" Libby asked.

"OK," I said, "now try to get loose." I tightened my legsaround her waist, trying to crush her abdomen. My thighs madeno impression on Libby's muscular waist. She seemed utterlyrelaxed as I tried my best to make an impression on her.

I could hear Libby humming to herself as she lay back in mygrip. I didn't seem to be causing her any discomfort at all. Angrily I tightened my hold as much as I could, trying to wrenchher arms even further behind her back. Libby didn't even seemto notice.

Slowly I realized that my arms were being forced apart. Libbypulled her arms slowly to her front. My arms trembled from theeffort of trying to hold those powerful limbs. My hands werepulled apart, and I grabbed her arms with my hands as shestretched them forward. Libby ignored the grasp of my hands asshe began to force my legs apart. I could feel the muscles ofher arms swell as she pushed against my legs.

It was no contest. Libby's arms proved stronger than my armsand my legs put together. She shook off my grip and gottriumphantly to her feet. I looked fearfully up at her, notknowing what she planned to do next. Libby threw her head backand laughed, raising both fists to the ceiling in victory. Itried to crawl away from her, but she leaped on me before Icould escape. Libby sat down behind me and yanked my head backby the hair, pulling my head down into her crotch. She quicklylocked her ankles, trapping me in a reverse head scissor.

"You never had a chance, Babycakes, not against me," Libbycrowed. "I outweigh you by twenty pounds, and I have at leasttwice your strength. Now you're gonna see just what I can dowhen I really wanna give someone a little squeeze."

Libby tensed and relaxed her inner thigh muscles in quicksuccession, jolting my aching head with quick bursts of power. Each time she tightened her muscles she squeezed a littletighter. I tried to tell her that I submitted, but couldn'tmove my jaw enough to get the words out. The pain I'd sufferedearlier from her headlock was nothing compared to the agony Iwas now going through. Libby was saying something, but Icouldn't hear it through the roaring in my ears. My visiondarkened, and I felt myself slipping away.

Slowly I came back to my senses. Libby was kneeling over me,slapping my face with a wet towel, trying to bring me around. When my eyes opened, she let the towel drop on my chest andwalked to the corner of the room. I was too caught up in mypain to notice what she was doing. I shook my head and wasimmediately sorry. Pain shot through my head and neck inagonizing waves, and I almost lost consciousness again.

I vaguely became aware that Libby was standing in front of meagain. I noticed that she had removed the black bodysuit thathad covered her from neck to ankles, and down to her wrists. Ilet my gaze travel slowly up her body, awestruck by the sight ofher naked muscles. They seemed even larger with nothingcovering them.

As Libby turned back to face me, I could her face was stern. "Idon't show this body to just anyone," she said. "You're verylucky to be so favored." She walked until she was standing overme, my eyes on a level with her vagina. "Now, beating someonelike I just beat you usually gives me enough pleasure, but Ineed something more tonight." Libby pushed me over backwardwith her foot, then knelt over my head. "As long as you're downthere anyway," she began with a mocking grin, "you might as wellgive me what I want."

Libby slipped one leg gently under my head and turned on herside, leaving the other leg over my head. Carefully, she lockedher ankles and squeezed softly. "Now, I expect you to do yourduty," she said mockingly. "And if you don't, I'll just have toremind you what your duty is." She punctuated her remarks witha quick and not too gentle pressure on my trapped head.

I don't like to think of the rest of that night. I did whatLibby required, with more than a few "reminders" delivered to myaching skull. When Libby came, she squeezed her thighs so muchthat I was unconscious within seconds. When I came to again,Libby was straddling my erect cock. She came about a secondbefore I did, and she crushed my waist between her thighs in thethroes of her ecstasy. I went out again.

This time Libby shook me awake. "C'mon, slave, I need you towash me." When I started to protest, she added, "Or do you needsome more training?" Flexing her biceps threateningly, shewaited for my reply.

"Yeah, sure," I muttered.

I quickly found my head pulled back by the hair with Libby'sother hand around my throat. "That's not very respectful talkfor a slave," warned Libby. "I suggest you adopt a more humbleattitude."

"Yes, ma'am," I said. "I'm sorry."

"Even that's not respectful enough," growled Libby, though thegrip on my throat loosened a bit. "I require my slaves toaddress me as 'Mistress' when we're alone. If I decide youmerit it, you may eventually address me as 'Mistress Stone', oreven 'Mistress Libby', but for now the more formal address isrequired."

"Yes, Mistress," I said. "I apologize for my insolence," Iadded, as she seemed to expect something else.

"That's better. Now start the shower. I'll be in presently andyou will wash me. If you don't perform the task to mysatisfaction, you will be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress." I hurried to do her bidding.

Now I have been Mistress Stone's slave for over two years. Iwork two jobs so that I can earn enough money to pay for herapartment and her needs. She sometimes brings other men in for"training", but they are quickly dismissed, though they oftenbother her for days afterward, until she gets fed up enough touse her power to "discourage" them permanently. To my immensegratitude, I have been allowed to address her as Mistress Stonein private. I have increased my strength under her training,though I cannot match the power of this magnificent woman. Ionly pray that I please her enough so that one day she grants methe honor of addressing her as Mistress Libby. My only wish isto serve her.

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