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The Time Riders: Part 1

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The Timeless Art of Shagging.

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Give A Monkey A Gun.
Mark’s bedroom interrogation.

Mark sat in the chair in his bedroom by his computer desk,

trying to look chastised, but he was worried that a tiny hint of an evil smirk
was crossing his lips. He hung his head in the hopes it would be less
noticeable. Standing in the room with him were two stone-faced men in black
suits and dark glasses. They stared at him silently for several minutes before
glancing at one another. Finally, the shorter one sighed.

"Okay, Mark," he said heavily. "Once more,

from the top. I want you to give us as detailed an account of what happened as
you possibly can. Leave nothing out."

"Everything?" Mark asked quietly.

"Everything."

"Well, as long as you think you have the time."

Mark quipped, sitting up straight and leaning back in his chair somewhat
casually.

The tall man frowned. "Was that a joke?"

"Not a very good one, apparently," Mark muttered.

"Stick to the facts," the man said firmly. "We

hate jokes."

"No kidding," Mark mused, settling in to relay the

events he had already explained to them twice that evening. "Alright, let
me start at the beginning."

"Not funny, young man;” growled the shorter agent.

"I found the thing in the park. What did you say it's

called?" Mark asked.

"A Holmes Field Device."

"Right," Mark agreed, nodding. "I found the

Holmes Field Device in the large lilac bushes over in Grosvenor Park."

"Why were you in the bushes?" interrupted the tall

man.

Mark gave him a wry look. "I was making a drug deal. I

was supplying uranium to Libyan terrorists. I was hiding the body of a
transvestite hooker I killed. What does it matter? It's not your worry or
jurisdiction, if you're telling me the truth, is it?"

"Fair enough," said the shorter agent amicably.

"Please proceed, Mark."

Mark nodded. "It was really small and compact at first

and I didn't know what it was. But it kinda gave off a hum and it almost had a
glow, I dunno. I pulled it out of the bushes and over to a secluded area where
there was still some light from nearby lamps. Anyway, I must've tripped a catch
or something on it, because the thing folded out on itself into what looked
like a platform and grew these weird-ass frames with displays and dials and
buttons and shit. It was like something out of Star Trek."

"I can see how it might appear advanced to you,"

the shorter agent said, nodding. "To my partner and I, it's rather
primitive, but that's not your problem. Please proceed."

"Once I was sure that no one was around or likely to

come through, I began fiddling around with the dials," Mark continued.
"At first I was confused, because it didn't seem to do much, except spit
up weird numbers on the analogue screens, but then I thought about it and
realized they were dates. They were just; off."

"Not off," the shorter man said. "Just dates

set by a different calendar, if you will. The Holmes Field Device was developed
by Ashleigh Holmes, the younger brother of the more famous Sherlock and
Mycroft, but he was perhaps even more brilliant. He modified the Gregorian
calendar to account for leap years and Daylight Savings, changed the accounting
of seconds, minutes, hours and so on to eliminate the need for such
inconsistencies. The Holmes Calendar will be adopted eighty three years in your
future, but it is so accurate that it won't need to be modified until the year
12,645 AD."

"Huh." Mark said in response, not caring much.

"Oh, and he also invented the temporal displacement

device you found," the man added. "Although it'll be another two
hundred and eight years before that comes to light."

"Anyways," Mark continued, killing the history

lesson. "Once I figured out they were dates and times, I tried setting the
time back a few hours. After that, I started pushing some buttons. Things got
blurry for just a split second and then the sun was blinding me. I was still
alone, but I stepped off and looked around, still in the same spot, but
obviously at a different time of day. I looked at the clock on my cellphone and
it seemed to have adjusted to say it was six hours earlier, just like I'd set
the dials."

"Your phone adjusted accordingly. Electronics will do

that."

"I was really excited to look around but realized I

didn't want to be caught and I suddenly thought I should be careful."

"What a novel idea," the tall man said dryly.

"Go on."

"Well, I went back to the Holmes Field thing and set it

to take me back to the time I'd come from. And it did. Then I began thinking
about what sort of things I might be able to do if I was careful."

"And this is where it got interesting, yes?" the

shorter agent remarked.

Mark explains his connection to Becky.

Mark nodded. "Maybe I could change things. Not big

things, but little things. It suddenly occurred to me the D that Miss Fischer
gave me on my Physics exam earlier in the semester had kept me from getting
into the university of choice I'd applied to. So I decided to see if I could
fix that somehow;”

Mark crept through the bushes under the cover of dark, oddly

certain than no one was going to see him. He couldn't explain why, but he felt
a confidence that he would not be discovered because he hadn't been there
before. It didn't make sense, but maybe that was a good thing.

He knew where Miss Fischer lived, he'd seen her pull into

the small, stand-alone house in her Rav4 on many occasions. He slipped onto her
property through her back yard, instinctively knowing that her rear door would
be unlocked. It was already ten o'clock, but there was no school the next day
so she was still likely to be up.

A stick snapped in the yard one lot ever. His head snapped

around to see if he'd been spotted, but he didn't see anything. A dog began
barking. Stupid animal scared the shit out of him.

He moved quietly across the lawn to the back door, opened it

slowly and found himself in a small kitchen. It was dark except for a small
night-light and he paused, listening for movement, hearing no one nearby. He
stared in bewilderment at the sheer amount of organic cereals and grains that
lined the counters around the room, along with fresh fruits and other
nutritious snacks. No wonder she always seemed so perky, even if she was shy
and retiring.

Beyond the kitchen, he could see the living room and small

dining room were still lit. He padded across the linoleum floor silently, hearing
nothing. He peeked into the dining room and through it into the living room.

No one. There was a yoga mat on the floor in front of the

long, flat-screen TV. The decor consisted of low tables and beanbag chairs
others. Damn, this woman was crunchy.

He heard water running upstairs and some off-key singing. He

crept up the steps to the second floor, preparing himself for what would no
doubt be an awkward situation, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he needed
to do this, whether he liked it or not. There was a shower happening and he now
recognized Miss Fischer's voice. She seemed to be alone and her vehicle had
been standing by itself in the driveway. If she was already showering, she
wasn't going out again.

Mark approached the bathroom, noticing the door was wide

open. He guessed that made sense, since Miss Fischer had told the class more
than once that she lived lamentably alone. She took the teasing from her
students good-naturedly, but now he could confirm it. She was a bachelorette.

She was singing and he could hear the shower water splashing

off her body as he hid beside the door. He couldn't believe he was doing this.
He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths, calming his nerves before
subtly peeking around the door and into the bathroom.

There was no tub, just a walk-in shower. His eyes went wide

when he realized that her shower stall was composed of fog and steam-proof
glass, giving him an almost completely uninterrupted view of the activities
within. Except for the droplets of water that trickled down the treated glass
panes, he could see his teacher in all her naked glory. Miss Fischer was facing
away from him, running her fingers through her long, wet blonde hair, swaying
her body back and forth, her amazing ass glistening wetly.

He tuned out her rather painful singing of a Beyoncé song

and let his gaze travel up and down her womanly form. His heart thundered in
his chest, to the place where he was worried she might hear it. Miss Fischer
always dressed rather modestly at school and he was shocked to see what a
rocking' bod she had. Clearly she hadn't been lying about the yoga and the
CrossFit she claimed to do.

Her skin was fair, but not pale. Her shapely back tucked

into a small waist, which in turn blossomed out into fit hips which were
anchored by her amazing ass. Her long legs tapered down to tiny ankles. If he
hadn't been so astonished and exhilarated, he would have had a massive hard-on
by now.

"C'mon, turn around;” he found himself urging

her silently.

Miss Fischer obliged and Mark thought he might faint. She'd

always been pretty, of course, but Mark doubt that anyone at school would have
guessed what a sex-pot their Physics teacher was. Where the hell had she been
keeping those tits? Did she fucking strap them down? They were large, yet
perky. The tiny pink nipples sat atop them proudly, announcing the arrival of
their mistress right behind them. Her stomach was flat, but still soft, begging
to be kissed. He forced himself to look lower and saw that her cunt was shaved
except for the small strip of trimmed hair above. The nether lips were even and
not quite plump, but still dismissed any worries of a bony thigh-gap. Her clit
hood barely peeked out over the top.

"Fucking fuck;” he thought, his mind racing. "Who

knew Miss Fischer was so insanely hot?"

He watched rapt, utterly forgetting that she might see him

if she happened to look his way. The blonde seemed to have no interest in life
beyond those glass panes, however, as she caressed her body slowly, making sure
she was cleansed of her organic craft shower gel. Her manicured hands glided up
and down her lovely body while she closed her eyes, letting the water from the
showerhead rinse it away.

As Mark watched, she kept her eyes closed but bit her lip

gently, one of her hands moving up to slowly and gently caress her tits while
the other snaked its way down her stomach and between her legs to begin playing
with her cunt. A quiet sigh escaped her mouth and Mark felt his cock rapidly
swelling inside his jeans.

The teacher pressed her forehead against the glass, her eyes

still closed. Her hand massaged her ample tits while the hand between her legs
moved up and down slowly, massaging the lips. Mark swallowed and adjusted his
cock inside his pants as he watched intently, unable to believe he was being
treated to this incredible show. Another moan escaped her lips as she pleasured
herself and began pinching one of her nipples.

It took all of Mark's willpower to not pull his cock out and

begin stroking it on the spot, because he had other plans. Miss Fischer, not so
constrained, continued to finger her cunt until she was panting. She stopped
suddenly and reached up to pull the detachable showerhead off its arm and
brought it down to her body. She hummed as she let the stiff streams beat
against her shoulders and then her tits. Mark could see her already hard
nipples getting ever harder.

She then slowly moved the showerhead down her sensual form,

over her trim stomach and between her legs. She let out a loud sigh as the
water battered her lips and clit. She turned herself around again, pressing her
ass cheeks against the glass while she put the showerhead under her cunt to
continually stimulate it. Her cheeks squirmed rhythmically around on the glass
pane as she jet-fucked herself. Mark watched in disbelief as one hand came back
behind and spread her cheeks to play with her little, puckered knot.

Miss Fischer let out a grunt as her middle finger slid

inside her ass while the showerhead continued to bombard her cunt with its tiny
jets. Mark gripped the front of his pants again, unable to resist, giving
himself a squeeze. He sincerely hoped she wouldn't last much longer, because he
wasn't sure he would if she kept this up.

Fortunately for Mark, his teacher did not seem terribly

interested in delaying her reward. The squirming became more pronounced and she
groaned as her body began to tremble and then shake. Her finger was working
itself in and out of her ass faster and faster while the showerhead was almost
crushed to her cunt lips.

She let out a gasp and a cry before falling to her knees,

her body almost spasming as she came. Mark gritted his teeth as he watched,
desperately willing himself to not massage his cock and join her in autoerotic
bliss. The restraint would be worth it. He removed his hand and settled for
squeezing the doorframe while watching his teacher. Miss Fischer slowly leaned
forward until  her head was on the floor, her ass in the air. She moved
the shower jets slowly up and down over her molten sex while her finger teased
her ring. He listened to her panting and sighing as she started to come down
from what was a clearly badly-needed orgasm.

Mark couldn't wait much longer or he'd lose his nerve. He

quietly stepped into the bathroom and started to head toward the shower. Miss
Fischer had finally moved up back into a kneeling position, still facing away
from him and taking slow, deep breaths. She then got to her feet and replaced
the showerhead back in its arm above her. She rinsed her face and body again
before turning off the water.

Silently, Mark waited off to the side while she slid open

the door and stepped out somewhat awkwardly, trying to get her long, wet hair
out of her face. She groped around blindly for several moments and Mark
realized she'd forgotten where she put her towel. He handed her a hand towel
which she absently took and wiped her face with before pushing her hair back.
Mark meanwhile handed her a full-sized body towel.

"Thank you, Mark," she said pleasantly. "I'm

always; Mark!"

This last bit was exclaimed loudly and she slammed herself

back against the opposite wall from him, her eyes wide with utter shock. Both
towels she'd been holding flew from her grip, leaving her naked and dripping
wet. He had no idea why, but he tried to maintain eye contact with her.

"Uh; hi, Miss Fischer," he said somewhat awkwardly

before swallowing. "Uh; nice shower you've got there."

Some of her wits seemed to return and she realized she was

standing naked in front of one of her students. She moved her hands about
haphazardly, making several comical attempts to cover herself, eyes still wide
and mouth agape.

"Wha; wha; y; you;” she stammered.

"Yeah, I didn't exactly expect to be here either,"

he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "First of all, don't scream or
anything. I'm not here to’

"Then why are you here, you little pervert?" she

hissed, finally regaining control of her vocal chords. "Get the fuck out
and I'll possibly consider not calling the police!"

"I; can't;” he admitted weakly.

She frowned and looked down at his legs, choosing to ignore

the rather obvious bulge in the front of his pants. "Your legs work just
fine, young man, but I'll tell you what's not going to after I've kicked you
there if you don't get out of my house."

"No, I;” he began but then realized he didn't quite know

how to articulate what he wanted to say. What the hell had he been thinking,
doing any of this?

He finally bent over and picked up the large body towel

she'd lost and handed it to her. "Maybe; I guess you should put this on
first;”

She snatched it away from him and wrapped it around her

body, but if he'd been hoping this made her more amenable to his presence then
he'd been wrong. What did happen was her eyes began to blaze with fury
as she composed herself.

"So help me, Mister Simmons," she growled as she

advanced on him menacingly, her near-nudity forgotten. The towel did very
little to conceal her buxom figure. "If you don't tell me right this
instant what the hell you are doing in my house, watching me take a shower,
I'll show you exactly what CrossFit has done for me, along with the jiu-jutsu
classes. You'll be wishing I'd called the cops."

Mark held up his hands, hoping to calm her. "There's no

need for that, teach, I’

"Don't call me that off school grounds,"

she snapped, still moving toward him until it was Mark backed up against the
wall. "Ex-plain your-self;”

Mark swallowed again, fearing for his well-being. He'd been so

much smoother when he thought this over in his head earlier. "You; you
failed me on the Physics exam."

She paused in her menacing advance for a moment and raised

an eyebrow. "Your exam isn't for another two months. Irrelevant. Why are
you creeping on me?"

"I know it isn't," he said hastily. "But;

you're going to fail me."

"Then maybe you should be back home studying instead of

breaking into my house," she snapped, getting ready to beat him senseless.
This wasn't like him, but that was no excuse for endangering her. "Last
chance and then it's night-night time with my fist in your brain."

Mark squeezed his eyes shut, trying to compose himself. His

heart was pounding so hard that he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to get another
erection again. "It; I can't explain it if I think you're going to kill
me! Please stop threatening to kill me and I'll tell you."

She stopped cornering him and paused, looking annoyed and

skeptical. "This'd better be good, because you're either going to find
yourself punched unconscious by a girl or talking to the cops. Explain and then
you get your choice."

"It's; actually really good," Mark breathed.

"I'm not me. I mean, I'm me, but not the me you know."

"A doppelganger?" she asked dryly, not amused.

"Lay off the sci-fi and anime, Mark, it's making you too stupid for
physics."

"No, I;” he paused and took another deep breath.

"I'm Mark from this coming up summer."

"Oh, you're a time-traveler now, are you?" she

mused snidely. "So tell me, since you already know; do I eat your heart or
your liver tomorrow with my afternoon salad?"

"Look, look;” he said, trying to keep his voice from

pissing itself in fear as he reached into his wallet. "Look, here's my new
voter ID that I got just after my birthday."

He held it out for her to look at. She glanced at it and

then up at him, clearly not impressed. "Ya' know, other kids fake their
ID's to say they're old enough to drink. This one just says you're now
eighteen. No wonder you're failing physics, you can't even fake an ID
right."

"Uh, no, I;” Mark stammered, frustrated with how badly

he was fucking up. "I can't help when I'm from, I'm from three months in
the future."

"And you're here to tell me I'm secretly pregnant with

the man who will lead us to victory over the AI machines?" she sneered.
She cracked her knuckles. "It's a pity, you actually were a pretty
good-looking kid before I did this to you;”

"No," he blurted out. "I came here to

convince you to change my grade because the university I wanted to go to
rejects me over that grade!"

She paused for a moment. "Okay, so why didn't you just

study?"

He shrugged nervously. "I don't know. I can't do

anything about that now. Except like this."

Miss Fischer stopped and closed her eyes for a moment. This

was the weirdest home invasion and rape she'd ever heard of. "What?"

"Maybe; it was stupid of me to fail," Mark said.

"But that's my past. I can't change it directly. But I was hoping to come
here and convince you to let me pass anyway."

"If for some reason I were inclined to believe

that you were from the future, which I don't, by the way," she stated.
"Why would I change your grade if you don't deserve it? Maybe you shouldn't
be going to university next year, maybe you need to, oh, I don’t know, quit
doing juvenile shit like this and grow the fuck up before you go out into the
world?"

"Can we; can we talk about this somewhere else?"

he asked nervously.

"No, I think we're good right here," she said

flatly. "You're backed into a corner and can't escape. But if I let you
live, clearly you might have a job as a science fiction writer. Tell me more
and keep it good."

"No, you'll kill me." Mark said, sweating

profusely.

"I'm definitely going to kill you," she pointed

out. "But if your lie amuses me, I might make it quick and painless. Your
choice. And go."

Mark didn't know if she was kidding or not, but he decided

to treat the threat as real. "I; I came here to seduce you and convince
you to change my grade."

Miss Fischer paused, her eyes widening. She said nothing for

several seconds but then mirth creased her pretty features and she began to
snicker. Seconds later, she was laughing loudly and uncontrollably.

"It's not funny." Mark grumbled, scowling darkly.

"Yes, yes it is;” she wheezed, her outrage clearly

giving way to utter amusement. "Oh, God; I almost wish this was true.
There'd be so much less blood to get out of the grout on my floor;”

She stood up and looked at him again, her eyes shining with

tears. "So let; let me get this straight; you came here to sex me up so
good that I'd give you a passing grade you don't deserve?"

She burst out laughing again, leaning against the sink to

hold herself up. In spite of his predicament, he noticed her magnificent
cleavage down the top of her towel. Miss Fischer seemed to have forgotten.

"I was a lot smoother in my plan for all this." he

muttered.

"Oh, I'm sure you were, Mark," she said almost

sympathetically as she looked up at him again, tear stains on her cheeks. She
smiled and he couldn't help but notice she was beautiful. He really had no idea
of how to proceed, even if the was committed at this point. "So how's your
plan working out so far?"

"Fairly rotten," he said. "I didn't know

where I'd find you when I came in and then I saw you in the shower and just;
well, I couldn't help but watch."

What he was saying slowly dawned on her and he could see she

was getting irate again.

"You stood there and watched me masturbate?" she

hissed, her eyes flashing. "You little pervert!"

"Take it as a compliment!" he said hastily,

wincing. "You're really really pretty!"

"And this is where you tell all the other boys at

school, right?" she growled.

"No," he said, shaking his head. "I don't

think anyone at school has any idea what sort of a knockout you are, miss. I
mean, you dress pretty conservatively. Any of the girls who saw what I just did
would be really jealous."

"Well, thank you for that, but that doesn't mean you're

allowed to creep on me!" she shot back. "Honestly, why am I still
letting you live, you little felon? Are you hoping the courts will take it easy
on you because you're not eighteen yet?"

"I am eighteen," he insisted. "I'll prove

it."

"You're going to let me cut you open and count the

rings?" she asked.

"No, I;” Mark began, his mind racing. "Your

dresser!"

"What?"

"Your dresser in your room," he said, nodding.

"In the back of the third top drawer, there's hand-written note from you
to yourself about tonight. And to prove to yourself that it's true, you wrote
down something only you know about yourself."

She paused and frowned at him for several seconds before

stepping aside and allowing him out of the corner. She pointed out toward the
hallway. "March, mister. I'm not letting you out of my sight."

Mark exited the bathroom and walked down the hall to one of

two bedrooms, which was currently dimly illuminated by a small Himalayan
rock-salt lamp. She made him stand in the middle of the room and wait quietly
while she began rummaging in the drawer he had mentioned. She seemed to have
forgotten she was only wearing a towel or had stopped caring.

"You're mother's going to weep at your closed casket

funeral after I bite your eyeballs out for staring at my ass." Miss
Fischer said as she kept digging around while bent over. Mark coughed and
looked away from her ass.

She finally stood upright, holding a small envelope she'd

withdrawn from the back of the drawer. She frowned as she examined it for
several seconds, as if she didn't recognize it. She looked at him again, her
eyes narrowed suspiciously. "You swear you've never been in my house
before?"

He nodded, placing one hand over his heart and the other in

the air. "Never, miss."

She considered and then unsealed the envelope, pulling out

the single, folded page and began reading.

Whatever she red caused her to sit, almost flump very

suddenly on the edge of her bed, her eyes wide with disbelief. She looked at
him and held the letter up in a trembling hand. "Is this true?"

Mark shrugged. "You wrote whatever is in there, I have

no idea. The only thing I can tell you that's true is what I already told you,
Miss Fischer. I'm Mark from the summer and I've come back in time to convince
you to change my grade so I can go to university."

She sat on the bed, looking dumbfounded. She said nothing

for several seconds, staring off at the far wall blankly. She then looked back
at him again and held up the page. "I wrote this. I wrote this after I;
after you and I;”

He nodded. "I'm assuming you did it to prove all this

to yourself."

"How is this possible?" she asked, still lost.

"How are you even here, if you're from the future and I'm not just
bug shit nuts and hallucinating all this?"

"I; I have a time machine." Mark replied.

"Really," she said, nonplussed, her shock fading

rapidly. "Just like that. A kid who can't pass high school physics has a
time machine and can operate it."

"Well, yeah, that's how I ended up here." Mark

reasoned.

"Show it to me."

"I will," he said, nodding. "But first, I

need to make sure you're going to pass me in that exam. Otherwise, all this
means nothing."

"What, so let you fuck me and give you a passing

grade?" she asked, scowling. "Why should I do all the work?"

Mark frowned. "First of all, you wouldn't be doing all

the work, miss, thank you. Second, it's supposed to happen this way or I
wouldn't be here."

"Bullshit," she snorted. "For all you know, I

sent you home with your dick in your hand and no passing grade."

"Then what was written on that paper that shocked you

so much?" he countered.

Miss Fischer said nothing for several seconds but then

looked back up at him. "You're; you're sure you're eighteen right now?
Because you aren't eighteen in my class."

He nodded.

"And you'll show me this time machine," she

pressed, desperate to convince herself. "After we;”

Mark nodded again.

Miss Fischer exhaled heavily. "Give me a moment, this

is a lot to take in."

"How so?" he asked.

She scowled up at him. "I'm about to fuck one of my

students who's apparently a time-traveler and trade a passing grade for sex.
What do you think is weird about this?"

He shrugged. "My whole evening's been weird, miss. I

found that thing that turned out to be a time machine, then I’

"You just found it today?" she exclaimed.

"And the first thing you did was decide to come back and fuck your physics
teacher?"

"Yeah, I kinda need that grade." Mark admitted.

She scowled again. "So you came back in time and the

principal reason isn't even to fuck me?"

Mark pulled at his face for a moment as he tried to explain.

"It's like I said earlier, miss. No one at school knows how hot you are
because you never show it. If you did, every guy and bi girl in the school
would want to fuck you."

"Maybe I dress like that so I don't have a pack of

little horn dogs lusting after, oh;” she murmured, catching herself and
realizing she just defeated her own argument. Fluid time was rough to argue
against. She sighed again. "So, uh; how do we do this?"

Mark scratched his head. "I dunno. Nothing about this

evening has gone the way I planned it, but we still ended up here. I guess we
need to improvise."

Miss Fischer considered. "Well, you've seen me naked

and doing myself, so I think we need to redress the scales," she sighed.
"So strip down and let me see what I'm selling my academic integrity for;”

Mark felt an uncomfortably warm flush of embarrassment at

her suggestion, but proceeded nonetheless. He had planned on getting naked with
her anyway, even if had been under more sensual and controlled circumstances.
Clearly he'd flopped at being the Casanova he'd intended on for seducing her
and getting that perfect grade.

He started by removing his t-shirt, pulling it over his head

while watched impassively. Mark was proud of his body, since he played sports,
but was suddenly very self-conscious now that he'd seen how stupidly hot his
teacher was.

He put a hand against the wall and steadied himself while he

used his feet to pull his sneakers off. Then he undid his button and unzipped
the fly on his jeans before letting them drop slowly, revealing his black
boxers.

"Well, at least you're not wearing

tightie-whities," Miss Fischer mused. "That would've been a
deal-breaker, for sure."

Mark paused, blushing as he realized he was about to pull

down his boxers and fully expose himself to his teacher. He had to admit, this
had never occurred to him before tonight.

"Well don't wuss out now, Don Juan," she said

somewhat impatiently. "This was all your idea, after all."

Mark squeezed his eyes shut, hooked his thumbs into his

boxers and pulled them down. All she heard was silence for several seconds.

Finally there was a whistle from Miss Fischer. "Okay, I

can work with that. Come over here, Mark."

As he walked toward her, she stood and allowed her towel to

fall away, revealing her body again. Mark's eyes went wide as she willingly
revealed herself to him. He was no longer spying on her, this was something
completely different. Miss Fischer stood directly in front of him, her body
scant inches from his. She could see in his eyes that he was bewildered by her
sudden change in attitude.

"Well, obviously I'm not going to tell you what the

secret thing only I would know was, but the note also said I should just throw
caution to the wind and enjoy myself," she said lightly, walking two
fingernails up his chest and over his shoulder. "And I try very hard to
take my own advice."

"So," she declared, looking up into his eyes, her

blue ones glinting. "We are going to fuck. A lot. In return, I'm giving
you an amazing grade on your exam, no matter how bad you do and you're showing
me this time machine my letter confirmed exists. Do we have a deal?"

He nodded. He was still nervous, but things seemed to have

worked themselves out, even if it hadn't at all gone as he expected. But maybe
that was time at work or some deep shit.

"My note also said I had such a great time that I

insisted we keep fucking," she purred, her palm now running down his chest
and over his stomach, perilously close to his nether regions. "How does
that sound."

He swallowed again. "That; sounds great. So, do I keep

travelling back here through time to meet you?"

"Well, yes," she said rather obviously. "I

can't fuck the underage Alex in my class and I can't even give away that I
know, right? He has to remain a blissfully unaware fuck-up."

"Yeah," Mark said somewhat awkwardly. "Stupid

kid;”

"Oh, don't be like that," she said cheerfully,

teasing her fingers over his cock and making him shudder. "If you hadn't been
a lazy grot this semester, you wouldn't have needed to come back to change your
grade, wouldn't have seen me in the shower and known that I'm secretly a hottie
and then fucked me and got an amazing grade, right?"

"Yeah, I; I guess." Mark admitted. "So we

just need to set it up so that I keep coming back to meet you and we do this
until we catch up with real-time in the future I come from?"

"Yep, you're my new fuck-buddy," she said sweetly,

now moving closer to him so that her nipples caressed his skin. "Speaking
of, you've got some work to do;”

With that, Miss Fischer moved back to the bed and laid on

it, her legs still over the side. She looked up at him seductively and spread
her legs, exposing her cunt, which was glistening wet.

"You may not have earned that passing grade all

semester," she said in a husky voice. "But you're sure going to work
for it now;”

Mark moved forward, aware of the fact that his cock was

swelling rapidly and knelt by the bed between her legs. He leaned in close and
was instantly enchanted by the sight of her slick snatch, which she now spread
open with two fingers.

Mark leaned forward and pushed his tongue against his thick,

slippery lips, guessing that she was not in the mood to be teased. His tongue
snaked up and down before slithering over her clit, causing her to shudder and
press her hips against his face.

"Uh, yes!" she gasped, grasping his hair with the

free hand and stroking his scalp. "Thank God, you're not a virgin."

"No miss," he murmured as he kissed his way around

her cunt, his tongue lapping at the lips. She tasted almost sweet and floral,
such a big change from that slag Brenda. "I know my’

"Call me Becky, darling," she sighed, slowly

undulating her hips rhythmically against his face. "If we're going to be
lovers like this, save the 'Miss Fischer' stuff for roleplay."

"Yes miss; I mean, Becky." he replied from between

her legs. He now put his hands on her thighs to brace himself and began licking
her in earnest, for once looking forward to earning perfect marks on an exam.
He could feel his hard-on pulsing and moved her leg slightly so it pressed up
against him, causing him to shiver. Becky felt it and moved her shin back and
forth slowly, teasing him.

"Oh, yes, Mark;” she moaned, her fingers gripping her

hair. She was sitting up on one elbow so she could look down at him and her leg
that was not brushing against his cock was now on the bed, bent and spreading
her wide. He couldn't believe how wet she was. It wasn't water from the shower,
she was really turned on. Whatever she'd said to herself in that note had
released a sex demon in her.

He swirled his tongue around her clit before burying it

inside her cunt hungrily, eager to drive her into a frenzy. Becky clenched her
teeth and ground her hips against his face now with a dreadful eagerness. Her
skin was warm and getting moist as he tongue-fucked her. One hand snaked
underneath her snatch and the middle finger began teasing her tight, pink knot.

"Shit!" Becky gasped, shuddering as he slid the

finger into her tight back tunnel. "You saw me fingering my ass in the
shower! Uh, fuck yes! Do it!"

Mark sucked on her cunt while he wriggled his finger in her

ass, feeling her shin massaging his cock eagerly. As angry as she'd been
earlier, he was also thinking about her rather shy and retiring persona at
school and decided to take a gamble.

Without saying anything, he stood up, bringing his face away

from her crotch and his finger out of her ass. She gasped and whined, looking
up at him in needy confusion, but he then reached down to take her arm and pull
her off the bed and set her on her knees in front of him. Becky took his cock
in her hand and still slid her tongue around the throbbing head while looking
up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, glassy with desire. She teased him for a
few more moments before sliding her lips all the way down his shaft, taking him
completely inside her mouth. Mark groaned and clutched her wet, blonde hair,
shivering.

Becky began slowly bobbing back and forth, her mouth forming

a perfect, wet seal around him. Her hand followed her mouth along his length,
stroking and twisting the glistening skin gently. She hummed and moaned,
vibrating his cock with her mouth and making him shudder again. The fingernails
of her free nails gently grazed over the skin of his thighs, tingling.

"Jesus, Mi; Becky;” he gasped. "You're amazing at

sucking cock!"

"Umm, I would hope so," she purred, pulling her

mouth off him long enough to smile up at him while her hand pumped his shaft to
keep the rhythm. "I watch a lot of videos and practice on some pretty
life-like dildos, I'd like to think I'm doing something right."

"You are." Mark sighed as she attacked his cock

again with her mouth. "You're the best one I've ever had."

She made an 'Hmm' sound around his cock, clearly enjoying

what she was doing. She teased his sac with the hand that wasn't massaging his
cock and reached around to caress and squeeze his ass cheeks. He couldn't
believe what a libertine she was turning out to be, and he was the only one at
school who knew!

When she pulled her mouth off him again and looked up at

him, he could see there was a deep and smoldering lust in the blue eyes, a need
for deep sexual pleasure. She squeezed his cock with her hand and her voice was
almost molten with lust when she spoke to him.

"I'm getting on the bed again and you're going to fuck

me," she said huskily. "You're going to make me cum real hard if you
want that perfect exam score."

She clambered back on the bed, lying on her back and spreading

her legs for him again. Mark followed her onto the mattress, kneeling between
her legs. She massaged her cunt eagerly with one hand while he lined himself up
with her nether lips. She spread them wide open, revealing her glistening inner
pink.

"Fuck me, Mark," she purred, eyeing his pulsing

cock. "Fuck me good and hard;”

He pressed the mushroom head of his cock against her pliant

lips, sliding it up and down, teasing her for a moment and brushing over her
clit. She sucked in her breath and hissed, her fingers stroking along his
length as he toyed with her. Then she groaned loudly as he pushed his hips
forward and slid deep inside with one solid push. Her inner walls gave way
around his iron-hard shaft but squeezed him tightly. She felt great around him,
as tight or tighter than any other girl he'd ever fucked.

"Yes," she hissed, her hand pulling him down to

lean over her while one leg slung over his back and hooked itself there.
"Hmm, that's a solid cock you have there, Mark. Now fuck me stupid;”

He leaned forward and put his hands on either side of her

body while keeping his weight suspended above her rather than pressed down. He
looked into her eyes and began to push back and forth, moving his cock in and
out of her. Becky bit her lip as she looked up at him, her fingernails digging
slightly into his waist. She clenched her cunt around him as he pushed in and
relaxed as he pulled back.

"Oh, God, I've missed the real thing;” she moaned, her

head falling back as she let the feelings of pleasure flow over her.

"Yeah, speaking of," Mark said, remembering this

important point. "I'm not using a condom here, so I'll need to pull"

"No you don't," she panted as she thrust her hips

against him. "You've got a fucking time machine, Mark. Think about it! Was
I pregnant when the semester ended?"

He thought about that as he kept thrusting into her, having

a hard time concentrating on anything other than how tight and wet her cunt
felt around him. "N-no, I don't think so;”

"Then cum in me!" she gasped. "I'm already

better at this time stuff than you are! Now fuck me harder if you want that
grade!"

Mark nodded and thrust harder and faster against his

teacher, watching her glorious body shake as he fucked her. Her incredible tits
wobbled and she squeezed one of them, moaning loudly. Her soft bed barely made
a sound beneath them as he pistoned his hips up and down. After a disastrous
beginning, his evening was going better than he could have possibly imagined.

"Uh, now from behind," she breathed, starting to

turn over. "Fuck me from behind;”

Mark grabbed her hips as she slithered around into her new

position on her hands and knees and ground his cock against her cunt and ass,
gripping her tight. Becky groaned shamelessly and squirmed her ass back against
him, biting at her knuckle. She arched her back as he found her cunt and slid
back inside her. She clearly wasn't interested in any slow buildup, because she
began grinding back on him eagerly, getting him in as far as she could. He
could feel the wetness of her cunt dripping on his thigh.

He kept his firm grip on her hips and began pounding against

her, shuddering as she squeezed and clenched around him with fervor.

"Definitely tighter than Brenda!" he

thought as he thumped his hips to her ass cheeks.

Becky was panting heavily as she buried her face in the

pillow, her ass arched in the air. She gripped the pillow cover between her
teeth almost tearing at it. A sheen of glistening sweat had formed on her soft,
creamy ivory skin. She squeezed him with each thrust, his cock feeling bigger
and bigger each time she did it. She'd missed this so badly, sacrificing her
personal pleasure for the job.

Maybe now she didn't have to.

She almost snarled in delight as he reached forward and wrapped

her hair in his fist, pulling back and craning her neck. For an eighteen
year-old boy, he was being marvelously assertive now that they'd found their
rhythm. Becky loved having her hair pulled, but her favorite part was yet to
come.

She pushed back hard and forced Mark onto his haunches. She

straightened herself until she was sitting on his lap, facing away. Becky began
bouncing up and down, panting as she sank onto his cock, taking it deep inside
and squeezing it. Mark moaned and his hands came around to clutch her tits,
squeezing them hard. Her hands joined his in massaging and molesting them while
they fucked. She had him pinned in one spot beneath her and she alone
controlled the tempo now.

She moved her long blonde hair to one side and he understood

immediately. He began kissing and biting at her neck, causing her to shudder
and sending slivers of pleasure down her spine. She writhed and bounced on his
lap with abandon, reveling in the sensation of a real cock deep inside her
after all this time. She resisted the very strong urge to turn her head to the
side and kiss him. Not just yet.

When she felt the inklings of deep pleasure building inside

her, she moved off his cock and pulled him around onto the bed, lying him on
his back. Her eyes were fairly blazing with lust as she straddled him, lining
her gooey cunt up with his throbbing hard-on. They both moaned loudly as she
sank down onto him, his cock burying itself up to the hilt. Her fingernails dug
into Mark's shoulders while she pinned him and she hissed as his hands found
her tits again.

"Yes, darling;” she grunted as she began grinding

herself down on him, shuddering at how deep he was inside her. "Fuck me,
thrust that cock up inside me, Mark. Fuck;”

Mark pumped his hips up dutifully, matching her pace. He

loved the cowboy position and clearly she did as well, but he knew he wouldn't
last very long at this rate; she felt too good and was too tight for him to not
bust before long. His hands fondled and mauled her lovely tits before he pulled
her down closer and took one of the pink nipples into his mouth, sucking on it
greedily. Becky keened and shivered in delight.

Mark sucked and rolled his tongue around the pink bud, even

biting and tugging on it, much to her pleasure, seemingly, because she got even
wetter and tighter around his cock while they fucked. He could hear the wet
sucking sounds her cunt made as it swallowed his cock, feel her warm, sticky
wetness on his thighs. He'd never imagined it would feel this good. He'd been
certain earlier that most of his time would be spent conning his shy teacher
into doing this at all, forget the grade issue.

But Miss Fischer was a sex-starved fiend, seemingly, and she

was going to make him cum harder than he ever had before. Her golden hair fell
around her lovely face, which was mere inches above his. Her eyes were closed
as she concentrated on working her hips against him, up and down, his cock
nearly all the way out of her before she took him back deep inside her
steaming, slick tunnel.

They were both covered with sweat and ragged gasps were all

they could manage as they gripped one another and writhed lustily, desperate to
cum together. Mark gritted his teeth and was squeezing her tits again while
Becky pushed down harder and harder on his cock with each thrust. She began
whimpering and shaking and Mark could feel her cunt clenching tighter and
tighter with each moment.

"Oh, shit;” she gasped, her whole body shuddering now

as she pushed down feverishly. "Oh, God, Mark, I'm’

She sat up straight and arched her back, teeth gritting as

she fought to hold on for those last few precious moments;

Becky almost screamed and Mark moaned loudly as the

floodgates burst. His throbbing cock began pumping cum deep inside her and her
cunt spasmed around rippled around him. Everything went black for Mark as he
was enveloped by a tingling warmth of an intensity he'd never known before. He
could feel his cock and even his balls spilling his entire offering into her
slick, tight depths, both of them still thrusting against one another madly.

Becky finally collapsed on top of Mark, her chest heaving.

Her body was limp, almost like a wet dishrag. Mark lay beneath her, equally
exhausted. His still-hard cock was buried in her cunt, and they could both feel
their mingled essence oozing out of her and trickling down his shaft. Her soft,
warm body felt divine against his.

Slowly, sluggishly, he wrapped his arms around her and she

hummed contentedly at the embrace. She finally opened her eyes and smiled
before kissing his nose.

"I think you earned that perfect exam score," she

purred. "Definitely earned it."

"That's good to hear," he mumbled, still lost in

lethargic pleasure. "I'd better start failing all your quizzes too."

Becky giggled and hugged him close, sighing. She finally

brought her head up again, resting it on her elbow and looking at him.
"We'll be laying here for a bit yet, but we also need to talk about doing
this again. A lot. The letter said so."

Mark nodded. "Yeah, I'd like that, Becky. Then it's up

to you to make sure my past self doesn't suspect anything."

"I'm sure I can work that out," she mused.

"He's pretty annoying, unlike your sexy self."

He smiled. "Hard to believe how much difference three

months and a time machine can make."

"Hmm, and you still have to show it to me before we

part ways for the night," she said lightly. "The letter says you kept
your word and showed it to me. So let's shower up and then you can take me to
see it, okay?"

Mark nodded. This was, thus far, the best evening ever.

They were walking back to Becky's house, arm-in-arm,

laughing and talking like lovers. Not only had Mark shown her the time machine,
he had actually shown her how it worked by bringing her back to earlier in the
night. They'd hidden in the neighbor’s yard and watched Mark's earlier self
creep to her back door. Becky had stepped on a stick that broke loudly and
caused Earlier Mark to look around warily, but a barking dog covered the
mistake.

"I was wondering what that sound was," he

chuckled. "Never would've guessed it was you and I."

"Yes, but you need to be careful, Mark," she said,

trying to sound serious as they said on a quaint swing in her backyard, holding
hands. "I don't know how all this works, but getting that close to your
earlier self can't be good. You need to remember where and when you've gone to
avoid yourself."

He nodded. "I promise to not visit you more than once a

day, at night. You'll clear an area on your basement floor where the Holmes
Field Device can show up undetected by anyone else, away from prying
eyes."

She nodded. "We'll need to fine-tune the dials and so

on to get exact coordinates, but I think the device moves somewhat slowly
against the earth's rotation, so you can actually travel physical distances as
well as through time if you're extremely careful."

"Wow, Becky," he said, shaking his head.

"You're already better at this than I am by a factor of a thousand."

Becky smiled. "I want to say it's because I'm a physics

teacher, but that'd be a lie. It's just solid math and common sense,
really."

She turned in to face him in the loveseat of the swing and

brought his hands up to rest against her heart. She stared deep into his eyes,
the darkness of night protecting them from prying eyes.

"You have my word, Mark, that you'll receive that

perfect test score," she said quietly. "In return, you'll do extra
studying with me on the nights you come back and fuck me, so that just maybe
you'll actually deserve any offer you might get."

He nodded. "And I promise I'll find some way to take

you on a time excursion."

She smiled and brought his hands to her lips, kissing the

fingers gently. "We're going to be fucking so often, Mark. We'll be sick
of each other by the time the semester ends."

He smirked. "Doubt that, teach. You're the best fuck a

guy could ask for. And I can't even tell anyone."

Becky giggled and lowered his hands, letting them linger on

her soft tits beneath the shirt she now wore. She sighed at his touch and then
leaned in to press her lips to his, finally kissing him. They rocked slowly on
the swing beneath the moonlight, kissing silently for several seconds before
Mark gently pulled back and smiled.

"I'd better get going," he said, his voice tinged

with regret. "Couple of more seconds of that kissing and I wouldn't have been
able to leave."

Miss Fischer nodded. "I know. See you tomorrow

night?"

He grinned. "That's the plan. Have a good night,

teach."

"It already was, thanks to you, Mark." Becky said,

blowing him a kiss and then waving as his silhouette retreated out of sight.

Silence.

Becky leaned back into the slowly rocking swing and stared

at the stars overhead for some time. Finally she giggled and stood, skipping
back into the house cheerfully. She had a letter to write.

Back to the interrogation:

The two agents were silent as they assessed the young man,

who waited stoically for some sort of reaction from them. He found himself
waiting several minutes, which he was not surprised by.

"So?" Mark said finally. "Totally hot story,

right?"

"Yes, we're both agog and atwitter," the tall man

said dryly. "Young man, the Temporal Enforcement Agency takes a dim view
of using any device, registered or otherwise, being used for reckless personal
reasons, forget showing such anachronistic technology to anyone from a time
period not acquainted with time travel."

"Well, why the hell would I know that?" Mark

retorted. "I'm not the one who left a Holmes Field Device lying around in
the bushes in the Twenty-First Century where any shmuck could find it. You're
lucky it was me and not some deranged criminal."

"Be that as it may," the short man interjected.

"There are consequences for reckless use of a temporal device."

"Imagine that," Mark said somewhat petulantly,

having a sinking feeling he knew what was about to happen. "So, what,
you're just gonna take it away from me?"

Neither man answered immediately. Something occurred to Mark

and an evil grin spread across his face.

"You can't take it away from me," he

concluded, seeing the dismay in their expressions as he figured it out.
"I'm meant to have this Holmes Field Device or you already would have. You
know I'm going to be using it in the future so there's no way to keep it from
me."

"Well, your personal future," the tall man

admitted. "Much of your personal future is still the past for my partner
and I, but this past you're in right now is completely new to the two of
us."

"So, my future self is in your past but my now self is

just happening?" Mark asked. "Wild. How do you keep it all
straight?"

"By doing as little as is humanly possible," the

short man said very firmly. "Even trained experts in quantum and temporal
travel can get confused when the timelines gets cluttered."

He now pointed to his partner's ear. "You see his

bionic ear?"

Mark nodded.

"I accidentally shoot it off six years from now and

there's nothing either of us can do about it. It's his past, because it's
already happened to him, but it's my personal future. All I can do now is
apologize in advance."

The tall agent grunted and looked away, clearly displeased.

"That's really deep." Mark mused.

"Yes, it is. It's not meant for idiots. And whether you

like it or not, certain things can never, ever happen. Time will prevent
paradoxes from happening."

"Like what?" Mark asked.

"For instance, you cannot go back in time and kill your

own grandfather before he gives birth to your father, because that would mean
you never existed and therefore could never pull the trigger to kill him. A
paradox."

Mark shrugged. "Okay, but how does it stop me?"

"Who can say?" the short agent replied. "All

I can tell you is that you simply won't succeed in killing your grandfather, no
matter how hard you try and meticulously you plan. If you try to shoot him, the
gun will jam. If you try to poison him, it'll turn out he is immune to it or
you used tap water by mistake. If you try to strangle him, you might have a
heart attack before you finish the job. You; will; be; stopped. The Temporal
Enforcement Agency spends most of its time making sure nitwits like you don't
get clock-hammered every time they get a dumb idea."

"Huh," Mark said, still trying to wrap his brain

around all this mumbo-jumbo. If he hadn't fucked Miss Fischer earlier, he still
might not believe this was real. "What else can't I do?"

"People usually find it's hard to get close to

significant historical events," the tall agent mentioned. "Alexander
cutting the Gordian Knot, the Crucifixion, the Yalta Summit; Time doesn't like
it when people who shouldn't naturally be somewhere try to crowd in and get
involved or snap a few pictures. They'll find that the technology fails to get
them there, generally. We call it 'The Limelight Effect'. Do yourself a favor
and don't try. We've seen people get stranded and die in the wrong era because
of the Limelight Effect when the batteries or power source on their device go
suddenly dry."

"Well; what if I wanted to; ya' know, get with a girl

from another time period?" Mark asked.

The agents looked at one another and sighed in despair.

"You kids and getting laid," muttered the shorter one. "Same
principals as before; get too close to a famous women you want to have coitus
with and Time will push you away. Try to become your own father by having sex
with your mother and Time will stop you. You'll get smacked down real hard for
those types of shenanigans."

"So Time would clock-block me?" Mark laughed,

earning him a withering stare from the two men. He coughed and stopped talking.

"Look, you're absolutely right that we can't take your

time machine away or stop you from using it," the tall agent said.
"We're here to impress upon you the need to not be, in your century's
vernacular, 'a total fucktard' about this. Believe it or not, we want to help,
because Time is a very harsh mistress and frankly, you're a moron who couldn't
be bothered to pass high school physics. This doesn't bode well."

"Best advice, try not to use it," the shorter man

added. "If you must, keep careful track of where you've been and when.
That way you don't trip yourself up. And do not, for your own sake,
travel forward in time ahead of where you currently exist. The Agency will have
no problem throwing you in prison for eternity since it is now your personal,
uninterrupted future."

"That's not fair," Mark said, scowling. "Why

can they do that?"

"Let me be blunt," the shorter man said, leaning

forward and smoothing his tie. "In the future, nations and alliances
understand time travel and how to do it. But idiots like you from the past or
selfish jerks from concurrent time or even beyond cause problems by doing
stupid things. Time-knots caused the economic downfall of the Oceanic Pact and
the resulting riots killed tens of thousands. People who didn't deserve to die
because of people like you who don't care about the big picture."

He held out a small device with a screen displaying a black

girl with vibrant green eyes, smiling. She wasn't more than five.

"T'Pani here was killed in the Time Troubles riots and

there was nearly a total ban on all time travel once war was averted and the
Temporal Enforcement Agency was created in response. She didn't deserve to die.
So think before you do things, got that, kid?"

Mark nodded.

"Good," said the taller agent, who tossed him a

small gadget. Mark examined it in his hand. It looked like an old-school brass
pocket watch on a chain. "It's a type of chronometer. It'll help you get
around if you're ever stupid enough to end up lost. Warning though, it won't
work in front of people who don't know what a chronometer or a watch are. Use
it carefully."

And with that, the two men turned and exited from his

bedroom. Mark didn't dare follow them. He sat silently for some time, pondering
the situation he now found himself in.

Mark’s new sex partner.

And another evil smile crossed his face.

Becky panted as she pressed herself against the glass of her

shower door with Mark behind her, holding her tight as he slid his cock slowly
in and out of her ass. She felt herself beginning to contract and clench as
orgasm approached. She ground back against him lustily and Mark groaned as he
lost control and began pumping his cum deep into her.

"Yes, Mark!" she wailed as she joined him in

cumming. They writhed and slithered together in shared ecstasy until they were
both spent, sinking to their knees and slowly recovering under the jets of
water from her showerhead. His hands caressed her soaking body while hers
reached back and wrapped around his neck.

"Hmm, I think you just passed next Tuesday's pop quiz

as well," she purred, nuzzling his cheek. "Would it be asking too
much for you to fail every test and quiz if I can guarantee you a pass?"

"I think I can promise that," he replied, causing

Miss Fischer to giggle. She ran her fingers through his dark hair.
"Whatever teach wants, teach gets."

"Good," she said softly. "You have a lot to

catch up on."

"Don't worry, Miss Fischer," Mark said assuredly,

turning her face so he could kiss her. "If there's one thing I've got
plenty of now, it's time;”

To be continued in part 2. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts, for Literotica.

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