Shara Azod, Marteeka Karland

The Third Wednesday

One

Four meetings, two negotiations and one mediation was not bad for a day’s work. Tonisha settled into the high-backed leather chair for the first time in a very long, very busy day. Sighing, she flipped through the custom-made, leather-bound planner that had her name embossed in gold on the cover. Of course she could’ve started her computer and synced her smartphone, but sometimes she just preferred the texture of paper and pen. Touch. It made her feel like less of the automaton she was becoming.

A smile graced her lips as she confirmed what her body was already telling her. Today was the second Wednesday of the month. It was the one day of the month she would be able to completely relax and let go of the hectic hustle and bustle that was the one constant in her everyday life. Tonisha’s career as a high-powered corporate attorney took up all her time, leaving nothing for relationships beyond the job, intimate or otherwise. If she wasn’t flying to every corner of the globe, she was negotiating contracts, mediating, advising, or holding the hands of dumb-fuck CEOs and CFOs who deserved to go hang for their stupidity. She’d clawed, sweated and bled her way to the top of her game, and in return she’d sacrificed a marriage along with more relationships than she cared to count.

In the end, she had earned her kick-ass penthouse, a vacation house in the Bahamas she had only used to schmooze clients and her multi-million dollar salary. To her, it had been worth the sacrifice. Still, there was something elemental missing. A connection that could not be faked. All the people who moved in her circles were looking to make up that lack of true personal contact. Some joined exclusive BDSM clubs and paid for the privilege to give up complete control to someone who didn’t give a damn they ran a Fortune 500 company or were in charge of more people than the population of some small countries. Others had mistresses (or whatever the hell the male version was.) Perhaps, in a way, paying for it was easier than letting someone in naturally. Even if the payee didn’t get it, or didn’t accept it, they had an incentive to pretend. Or maybe the person getting paid was just as removed, with a closet full of frustrations, needing something just as much as the person paying.

Tonisha didn’t know or really care. In her mind, she wasn’t paying for intimacy. It was a wonderful byproduct of letting go. After all, it had started out as just a massage at Body Electric, the private spa at which she was a VIP member. Of course, she visited the spa regularly-once a week. But the third Wednesday-that was her personal appointed with Eduardo, the owner and operator who was only in Atlanta once a month. Today she would get much more than waxed, primped and massaged. Today she would get the total package.

It had started a year ago today, when her regular masseuse had been out for the day…

Two

“I apologize, Ms. Cauldwell.” Eduardo smiled, and his green eyes had twinkled as his gaze swept her from head to toe. “Lisa had a family emergency. I will be giving you your massage today, if I may?”

Tonisha shivered. There was something in the way he’d looked at her that promised much more than just a massage at the end of her beauty regime. A warning sounded in the back of her mind, but she found herself agreeing instead of simply rescheduling her massage. “I’m sure that will be fine,” she heard herself say.

The staff should have said something before she went through her entire ritual; frosting her hair, then a manicure and pedicure, a facial, body wrap…then came the massage as the cherry on top. Once a week, every week, this was her escape. How was she supposed to relax when this enigmatic man had her tensed tighter than she’d been when she walked in?

Eduardo left the room for her to undress, and she had a moment to appreciate the view. The man was seriously fine. South American of some sort, with just a slight accent. His shoulders and arms looked like they might have been made from rock rather than sinew and bone. Her ritual weekly massage was more about relaxing than dirty little fantasies, but she'd been so wound up, she needed the relief. Eduardo was something to look at in his perfectly fitting white pants with the pale blue, short-sleeved shirt. He wasn't overly muscular, but lean with defined arms. She caught glimpses of his chest and abdomen through the shirt when he moved.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Moisture had pooled in her pussy, threatening to leak out. She so didn’t need that during a massage. No way he wouldn’t notice.

When he shut the door, she sighed in defeat. Might as well. Walking out now would just look bad. Really, she needed the release.

Once undressed, she lay on the table, face up with the sheet covering her breasts. Crossing her arms over her chest, she chewed at her bottom lip a little self-consciously. It was disconcerting to think of herself lying there so vulnerable to a man. Sex was one thing, but this ritual exposed her in a way that could be considered more intimate than sex. All her imperfections were on display. Lisa knew all the places kinks and knots cropped up without asking. Because they had been together for so long, Lisa also knew not to say anything during the massage, but to let the soft music and aromatherapy candles do their work to relax her. The masseuse’s hands had always worked methodically, impersonally working out all the anxiety Tonisha held in. Lisa knew her quirks and indulged her.

God, she sounded like a spoiled brat. But she deserved it, dammit! This was one of the perks that came from her hard work-why shouldn’t she indulge? No. This wasn't a good idea. No matter how good Eduardo might be, he couldn't know all her preferences. And he was a man. Would she be able to look past that when he had those very large, capable-looking hands all over her?

Then soft music drifted around the room, the increase in volume gradual so as not to jar the auditory senses. It was a soothing blend of tenor flute and strings. Ocean waves rolled lightly in the background, creating the perfect counterpoint to the music. Okay, so he hit that one right. She'd give it a few minutes. If anything wasn't to her liking, she’d call an end to it.

There was a soft knock, and the door opened slowly and clicked shut, and Eduardo moved quietly around the dimly lit room. Seconds later, she realized he was lighting candles in various small alcoves. Before he'd finished, the soft aroma of lavender and jasmine reached her. Some of the tension left her body. For the first time since she’d realized her monthly ritual was in jeopardy, she relaxed. Maybe all wasn't lost, after all.

Eduardo didn't say anything, though she kind of wished he would. Not only did she really like his voice, but she almost wanted a reason to end this before it got started. There was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that said this wasn't a good idea. Not in a bad way, but in a way that said it might be far better than she was expecting.

Uncovering her feet, he used a warm, moist towel to refresh her, beginning the process of complete relaxation. The soft, terrycloth towel abraded her feet gently, more soothing than rough. He used the perfect amount of pressure, squeezing her toes, moving the cloth gently over the tops and bottoms of her feet several times until the towel cooled. Then he covered one foot and started the slow, almost laborious process of working out the tension in one foot and lower leg.

Tonisha had always enjoyed this part of her massage more than just about any other part. There was something so soothing about it. When Lisa finished with both feet, the tension in her whole body was significantly less. Logically, she knew the feet had nerves that connected to the whole body, but it just amazed her how good it felt. After a few moments with Eduardo's magic hands and fingers stroking her foot, she realized this man definitely knew what he was doing.

Unable to suppress a groan as he worked out a particularly sore spot just above her heel in the fleshy part of the underside of her foot, she felt herself melting. He didn't seem to have any trouble finding her buttons and pushing them with every sensual slide of his fingers. All the tension she had been holding inside started the slow slide out of her system, just as it had when Lisa massaged her. Only this time, behind the initial release was a nagging, growing need for something else.

Ignoring it as best she could, she tried valiantly to empty her mind as those wonderfully talented hands started to work their way up her calves. His hands worked the muscles deep, then soothed the aches and pains away. Tonisha breathed in deeply, allowing the sure pressure of his moves to take her away from her hectic life to a zone of pure pleasure. His hands were so much stronger than Lisa’s. She could sense him holding back as if he were afraid to hurt her, careful not to use too much pressure. Yet there was a command in his touch, one that made her open her legs without hesitation as he moved up to her thighs.

No longer breathing deeply, Tonisha was hyper-aware of where Eduardo’s hands lingered, kneading before soothing. There was no keeping back the desire that made her moisten liberally. Not once did he touch her inappropriately, coming nowhere near her center. But she found herself wishing he would. Like an itch that demanded to be scratched, the ache inside her grew by the second, leaving her panting with a need blossoming from a place so deep and real it refused to be denied. She wanted to cry out, to beg him to just move his hands and touch her there, just a little. Only that would make her every bit a skeevy as those pathetic men who visited cheap massage parlors to get someone to jerk them off.

She was better than that. Wasn’t she?

Three

When Eduardo moved up to her shoulders, she wanted to cry. Her pussy throbbed, unfulfilled, empty, and oh, so wet. The man who was too sexy for her own good went about his job efficiently, but damn, it was so hard not to believe there was a little something more with the way he handled her. Instead of her growing sexual attraction fading, it only got worse, even when he instructed her to flip over so he could do her back.

In defiance, Tonisha failed to pull the sheet up over her when she did so. Boldly, she flipped onto her stomach, letting her ass hang out there for him to kiss, damn it. How dare he turn her on like this? Let him look. She went to the gym four times a week. Her trainer might have been a Nazi in her past life, given how hard she made Tonisha work; one thing Tonisha knew for damn sure was she had a perfect ass. Yeah, she couldn't seem to get rid of the soft mound of her stomach no matter how hard she tried, and yeah, her thighs were more than generous, but she knew her ass was a thing of beauty.

He must have thought so too, given the small hiss he let escape. Good. Let his ass suffer like she was suffering.

Too bad her satisfaction flew out the window as soon as he touched her again. Holy hell, how could a massage on the freaking shoulders be so sensual? Working slowly, he made his way from her shoulders to her back just above the curve of her ass, then back up again. Apparently he liked the view, because he made no effort to cover her, either. That or he was ignoring her behind completely. Funny, it certainly felt hot, as if someone had focused all their attention on it. Frustration was a living, breathing thing. Why wouldn’t he touch her just a little bit inappropriately already? It gnawed at Tonisha from the inside out. She wanted to either flee the room in utter embarrassment or grab the man by the front of his perfectly pleated pants, rip them open, and demand satisfaction. Given she was a woman of action, one of the most powerful people in her world, the former wasn't as likely to happen as the latter.

Silently, she cursed the man. Somehow, she was certain this was all his fault. She buried her face in the pillow and smothered another groan. All the while, Eduardo continued to stroke her back, caressing in firm, soothing movements.

"My pardon, madam." Eduardo broke the tense silence with that deep, quiet voice of his. "You're more tense than when I started. Perhaps madam needs a more…intensive therapy?"

"Yes." Tonisha didn't recognize her breathy whisper as her own. "I think that would be a good idea."

"You will tell me if you are uncomfortable. Yes?" God, he really did have a sexy voice. Like a well-aged cognac, deep, smoky.

"Just do what you think is best." If he wasn't going to spell it out, she wasn't asking. If it came down to it, if he refused to take the hint, she'd order the bastard to fuck her. That was rather crude, but this was really ridiculous. That would make her just as bad as the spoiled CEOs she was always bailing out of trouble. But frankly she could care less. No one had turned her on like this with a simple touch. And he was a perfect stranger.

Slowly, as if waiting for her to stop him, Eduardo moved his hands down either side of her spine in a firm caress. When he reached her buttocks, he hesitated briefly before running his hands over the rounded globes, kneading gently but firmly.

Tonisha groaned again, clutching the sides of the massage table in a death grip. The man was going to kill her. Or she might kill him if he didn't get on with it. Of course, this was a massage. Nothing about it needed to be fast. It was all about relaxation, slow and easy. Eduardo certainly believed that, if his actions were any indication. Over and over he kneaded her buttocks, getting to every part as if each muscle group deserved his undivided attention.

When he began working on her thighs nearest her buttocks, Tonisha spread her legs just the slightest bit. She couldn't help it. His grunt as he continued his torturous ministrations to her aching body told her he approved of her actions. Strong fingers shaped her inner thighs, not quite skimming her pussy, but there was no way he could miss the moisture leaking steadily from her. Each time he trailed his fingers around the inside of her legs, she pushed back at him, trying in vain to get him to just brush her clit or her pussy lips. Just that little bit of contact would set her off. Over and over he slid his hands and fingers over her ass and upper legs, the tension becoming almost unbearable. How could this possibly continue without her completely losing control?

Four

"Turn over, miss." His voice was still that soft, unassuming tone, but did she hear a husky note of desire in it? For the first time in her life, Tonisha was actually afraid to meet a man's gaze. If he wasn't as affected by this as she was, she'd be utterly humiliated. Fortunately, she needn't have worried. When she turned over, Eduardo was at her side, the front of his pants bulging with what looked to be a very impressive erection. Her gaze snapped to his, the relief overwhelming. Some of the tension drained away, but it was quickly replaced with more sexual tension, so strong she could smell it. As if there wasn't enough of that already.

Eduardo, never taking his eyes from hers, dribbled a small amount of massage oil in his palms and rubbed them together to warm the liquid. Ever so slowly, he lowered them to her breasts, kneading them in much the same way he had her buttocks. Her nipples pebbled between his fingers as he continued the sensual glide.

Closing her eyes, Tonisha gave herself up to the sensations Eduardo created so effortlessly. Strong, sure caresses roamed her breasts and torso. No patch of skin was left untouched. Hips to belly, then back to breasts, Eduardo played her body like a finely tuned instrument. Before he'd finished, Tonisha writhed unashamedly beneath him, moaning and whimpering her need without fear he'd rebuff her or deny her what she so desperately needed.

Arching into his touch, Tonisha stopped even trying to restrain herself. It might be inappropriate behavior, but she was beyond caring. Eduardo's hands were pure magic. Her skin tingled. And it wasn't the massage oil. He left a trail of burning fire everywhere he touched, everywhere he even looked at her. And he was looking. The appreciation in his gaze made her glad her personal trainer was such a sadist.

His hands left her breasts and torso to move down her legs once more. The oil he used made her skin gleam. The soft light from the candles flickered, playing across her nude body, caressing her with shadows and highlights. She knew she had beautiful skin. Hints of reddish hues blended with the darker tones and made her look exotic.

With long, sure strokes of his hands, Eduardo moved back up her body to extend the seemingly never-ending pleasure to her arms and hands. He kneaded into her palms before moving back up her arms to work out the muscles from her biceps to her shoulder. The stretch as he used the heel of his hand to glide over the tense knots he found there was equal parts pleasure and pain. After a few glides over her arm, he again moved to her breast, this time catching the hard little nipple between his fingers and tugging gently before moving on. Tonisha almost thought the move had been unintentional until she looked at his face. Stormy dark eyes met hers without flinching. The man definitely knew what he was doing.

Once caught in the trap of his sensual gaze, Tonisha found there was no looking away this time. He wanted her to keep looking at him, and she was powerless to deny him. Slowly, ever so slowly, he bent his head to her breast. Warm breath fanned the rigid peak as he looked at her. He wasn't asking permission, just giving her time to stop him. Because Tonisha knew unless she actually said the words, he was taking the massage to the next level. She'd be damned if she even tried to stop him. It would be like refusing the most critical part of her therapy. And it was therapy. Her monthly ritual was as much about putting herself in someone else’s keeping as it was to relax and enjoy herself.

Fascinated, Tonisha watched as her nipple disappeared between his lips. A hiss escaped before she could stop it, her whole body clenching in desperate need.

"Eduardo…" Although she had spoken, she had no idea what she was about to say. Stop? Yeah, right. Not so much. It felt too good. It had been way too long.

"Shhh," he commanded. "Just relax. Let me channel your tension and remove it with pleasure."

Who was she to argue?

He took her nipples with long, slow, flat licks of his tongue. Both breasts received equal attention. There was no way she could stop the way her fingers threaded through those silky, black locks of his, even if he'd told her to. It was almost like a naughty dream, an incredible fantasy she couldn't control. Eduardo lavished attention on her breasts until she not only squirmed, but moaned and bucked her hips helplessly at him.

That was when he kissed his way down her body to her navel, delving into the little indenture with his tongue. All the while, he never broke eye contact with her. The intense scrutiny was a little unnerving. It was as if he watched her for the slightest reaction, the minutest change in expression. Tonisha had had many lovers, but none of them had ever paid this much attention to her. This truly was all about her pleasure.

His kisses trailed from her navel down the soft slope of her belly, nipping the tender flesh only to lave away the sting. Lips moving over her freshly waxed mound, Eduardo licked and rubbed his face against her skin. Tonisha could have sworn he inhaled deeply and relinquished a slight growl, but she couldn't be sure. The blood pounded in her ears with pent-up energy. The need for release into one hellacious orgasm nearly drowned out even the soft music.

Small pebbles of sweat broke out all over her skin, and her breathing was labored. Oh, God, she needed to come, she needed him to kiss her deeper in a more intimate kiss. Having him so close she could feel the heated air of his breath against her most sensitive flesh was torturous.

“Soon.” The sound of his rich voice startled her. Had she said that out loud?

Tonisha tried to relax, tried to draw in enough air to calm her racing heart. It wasn’t working. Not when Eduardo opened her thighs even wider and began to nibble on the delicate skin there. Forget trying to keep it together. A distressed moan escaped as she bucked her hips upward in a plea for satisfaction.

“Please, please, please…” Begging was not something she was used to doing in her everyday life. Right now, it was all too appropriate.

Finally, finally she felt the hot swipe of his tongue against her labia. A single tear of frustrated joy slipped from her eye as she lifted her hips, opening her legs as wide as she could. Thankfully, this time he took the hint and deepened the carnal kiss, thrusting his tongue inside her quim. Gripping the table, Tonisha allowed herself to be swept away as Eduardo slipped his tongue in and out of her pussy, then moved to suck on her clit before moving back down again. So close! She was just on the edge when he stopped, pulling away and leaving nothing but cool air in his wake.

“No! No, please, I need-”

“I know what you need.” The heat in his emerald gaze seared her down to her bones. God, no one ever talked to her like that. Most people were terrified of her. But not this man. “You want to come. You need to wait and allow me to take care of you.”

That knocked the wind right out of her sails. As much as she wanted to argue, it was damned sexy to have a man take charge like that. Plus, he had inserted one thick finger where his tongue had so recently been, stealing her ability to think rationally. The slow, exquisite ache began to build all over again, forcing her to roll her hips in rhythm with his finger. Soon, the digit was joined by another, filling her almost as well as his cock certainly could.

And speaking of which, she really, really wanted that cock. She wanted to see it, touch it, kiss it.

“I want to taste you,” Tonisha shocked herself by saying. Generally speaking, she was not the kind of girl who went for the oral. Oh, she liked getting it, just hated returning the favor generally speaking. But for some reason the thought of pleasuring this man that way made her mouth water.

Eduardo didn’t seem as shocked as she was by the declaration. A wicked grin broke out on his face as he curled the fingers he had inside her upward, seeking and finding that very special spot, then stroked it vigorously. Tonisha barely had time to comprehend what was happening before his mouth swept down once more, his lips closing around her clit, sucking without mercy.

This time Tonisha screamed, her hands burying themselves in his dark hair, and pulled him closer. She might be suffocating him, she thought belatedly, but damned if she could let go.

The pleasure was all consuming. Her whole body quaked in the aftermath, stars swimming before her eyes. Still Eduardo didn't let up. Fingers moving wickedly, he kept up the relentless pressure inside her, drawing out every ounce of pleasure he could. The climax seemed to go on and on, not wanting to return her to reality. Eduardo didn't seem inclined to let her go back to reality either. His wicked fingers and tongue seemed to keep her in a perpetual state of bliss with no intention of letting her go.

After another particularly hard orgasm, he stood, his fingers never leaving her cunt. Moving around to her side, he stood before her with a huge bulge in his immaculate white pants.

"Unzip me." His command was gruff, yet not harsh. He was as turned on as she was, but his control remained firmly in place. When she did as he asked, he added, "Take out my cock." Tonisha had never heard a better idea in her life. He sprang free when she pulled aside his underwear, large, full, and gloriously hard.

He stepped closer, his hand going to her head to urge her to take him into her mouth. Which she did. Eagerly. The thickness of him thrilled her like nothing had in a long while. Eduardo was still fully dressed, but taut muscle greeted her where she uncovered his skin. Abs rippled, thigh muscles bunched. Damn, she'd love to get him naked. But she had a feeling that wasn't happening today.

Eduardo closed his eyes for a brief moment while she sucked, using all the knowledge and experience she'd gained over the years. The taste of him was intoxicating. The musky, male scent combined with his salty essence was a heady combination exploding on her tongue. She couldn't do her best because he seemed to want her on her back, but she took at least half of him, pulling until her cheeks hollowed with the effort.

He didn't let her play long before pulling out and moving back down to the foot of the table. Wrapping his forearms around her thighs, he pulled her to the edge before slipping on a condom, positioning himself at her entrance.

"Now. Relax. Let me have you." Strangely, Tonisha knew that was exactly what she was going to do. No orders. No pleas for release. She would just lie there and feel.

When he entered her, he did it slowly, with exquisite care, allowing her to get used to the feel of him. There was a slight burn as he stretched her, but nothing even bordering on pain. He stilled then, not moving at all. His gaze burned over her face, probably examining her every reaction. He already knew she wanted this, so Tonisha had no idea what he was looking for. If she had, she'd have gladly given it to him so he'd fuck her already. She felt like she was about to explode. If he didn't get inside her soon, she might kill him.

A slight smirk crossed his features. Nothing condescending or cruel. It was as if he’d read her mind and found her threat amusing. No sooner did anger enter her mind, than Eduardo began to move. A slow, sensual glide replaced any burn with extreme pleasure. He kept his thumb on her clit, rubbing sensually with every stroke. He didn't move fast, but kept a slow, steady tempo designed to drive her out of her mind.

Which it did.

Tonisha lost what little sanity she had left. Mindlessly, she thrashed on the tiny cot, thrusting her hips at Eduardo in an attempt to make him move faster. Harder. All the while, he kept the same steady pace, driving her over the edge into complete madness.

Pleasure was a living, breathing thing inside her, crawling through her gut, centering on her clit. With every movement of his cock, every time his body slapped against hers, she cried out, no longer caring if anyone heard her. It was her hour, goddammit, she'd damned well scream if she wanted.

Breathing became laborious, her lungs burning with every breath. "Oh, God! Eduardo!" Her screaming his name seemed to be the catalyst for Eduardo to give her what she needed. Instantly, he surged into her, his body giving her the most pleasure she'd ever experienced with another human being. Hell, she'd never experienced anything like this with her own hand. Or the myriad of toys she had at her disposal. Eduardo was masterful! He seemed to know exactly what she needed and how to best give it to her.

"That's it, lovely Tonisha. Come."

"Yes! For you!"

"No," he said sharply. "Come for yourself."

With a harsh, strangled cry, Tonisha did exactly as she was told. Her muscles contracted, and her whole body seemed alive with the intense pleasure. Something inside her detonated, and she was surprised it didn't tear her apart with the exquisite force. All the while, Eduardo continued his relentless thrusting inside her, giving her everything she needed without reservation.

Just as her climax began to fade, she felt him swelling inside her, his movements becoming just a little erratic. His breathing grew ragged, and the veins and tendons stood out on his neck. His hoarse cry rang out through the small room, signaling his own release, a look of utter bliss on his face as his orgasm washed over him.

Five

Tonisha shook herself mentally, moving back into the present. After that first time, it had only gotten better and better. Eduardo never left her wanting, always pushing her harder and higher. It was pure hell going through her normal ritual before she could see him, be touched by him. With a smile on her face, she breezed out of her office, throwing instructions to her personal assistant over her shoulder. Tonight she would not be disturbed, not even if all the accounts she was in charge of caught on fire. Not like the crap wouldn’t be there the next day, anyway. One thing she had learned from Eduardo was to take the time she needed to just let go. And that was just what she was going to do.

Going through the usual ritual of hair, nails, wax, exfoliating, and cleansing seemed more torturous than usual. Maybe because the last four weeks had been especially trying. Tonisha had to stop herself from tapping her fingers nails impatiently or yelling at the attendants when she thought they were going far too slow. Eduardo was here-she had seen him when she came in. As usual, those green eyes seemed to eat her up. God, she was all keyed up, and he hadn't even touched her. When she was finally shown into the private room for her “massage,” she was all primed and ready to go. Only when Eduardo came in, he was carrying the clothes she’d shed when she first came in in favor of the fluffy snow-white terrycloth robe all the clients received for a full service beauty treatments.

“What’s this?” Her heart lodged in her throat. Was he ending this? A thousand reasons why ran through her head, but she refused to hang on to any one of them. Damn it all to hell and back, she needed this!

“Your clothes.” There was no indication of his motives in his answer, just a matter of factness that was infuriating.

“Fine.”

Begging for him to take her over the edge was one thing. She would be damned if she was going to beg him before he even touched her. Not in a situation like this. Clutching the robe she’d been about to take off, she hopped off the table, humiliation heating her face. No way she could come back here again. She was going to have to find another full-service spa. One that could do African American hair, which was going to be hard to come by…

“You are upset.” Man, this guy was really the king of understatement.

Didn’t mean she was going to admit it. “No, I am fine. But I think it’s best I leave.”

“As much as I love our time here, I was thinking it might be more comfortable in the appropriate setting. Like a bed? Just think of how much more fun we could have if we had more room, space and toys.”

Toys? Oh, hell, yeah. The third Wednesday had just gotten even better.

The end…?

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Shara Azod, Marteeka Karland

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