A/N: Hello there lads and ladies! Welcome to my first one shot! This was originally written for the Summer Nights Contest…but I missed the deadline so meh….here it is for you guys!

Please review and enjoy….LifeguardWard? ;)

I'M THINKING IF I GET 100 REVIEWS, I'LL CONTINUE. SO REVIEW IF YOU LIKE IT. :)

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BARELY LEGAL

I ogled him shamelessly as he bent down and dipped his fingers into the water, checking the temperature before slipping his sunglasses on and glancing up at the sun attentively. His ass in those red fucking shorts should be fucking illegal. When he bent over, they hugged his ass just the right way and I couldn't help the urge to bite it.—which was completely barbaric but who gives a fuck? And the little dimples above his ass? Fucking nom.

I watched him as he walked over to his giant chair, licking my lips at the way the muscles in his back moved alluringly beneath his skin as he climbed. His thick arms flexed as he reached the top and hopped into the chair nonchalantly. As if he wasn't aware that every woman around this pool wanted to fuck his brains out. I wanted to fuck his brains out.

I want to fuck the lifeguard.

"Bella, why don't just go talk to him?" Alice said beside me, sounding aggravated.

I rolled my eyes and lifted my black sunglasses, pushing them back on my head before looking at her. "Alice, you never approach the lifeguard. You can't just walk up and be like 'Oh, hey, I like your ass, mind if I take a ride on your disco stick?', it doesn't work like that," I scoffed at her. This is obvious information.

She slid her hot pink glasses on to her face and turned away from me, absentmindedly twirling a piece of her long black hair. "Well, I'm just saying, you've been staring at the guy for the past two days. Every time we come here, you ignore me and eye-fuck him. I mean, you haven't even swam yet!" she threw her hands up, gesturing to the pool.

"Oh and what about you with the towel guy?" She bit her lip and kept quiet, glancing in the direction that the blonde towel boy stood, and I knew I had her. "You're gonna tell me you haven't been pining for him? You've asked for towels six times today and you've only swam once." I raised a brow.

"Shut up, Bella! We're talking about you right now. Talk to him or at least try to get his attention. We paid all that money and did all that begging to come here for the summer, so let's make it memorable, eh?" she nudged my shoulder with her elbow and looked at me expectantly.

Alice was right. We'd been saving up to come to Cancun since our sophomore year in high school. We spent so much time working crappy jobs, doing lame fundraisers and washing dingy, dirty cars because we wanted to have a little adventure before we would be forced to go off to college in the fall. And even when we graduated a few months ago, with more than enough money to be here, we had to beg our parents to come. They didn't think we were mature enough to come here alone, seeing as how we were barely legal. But we told them that this was the most important thing to us and we explained how we'd worked so hard to get the money and blah blah blah. Basically, Alice and I had to do a lot of pouting and stomping to get here. And that is hard fucking work, let me tell you.

"You're right, Al. I should just go for it and…do something bold."

"Thatta girl," she cheered. "So...what do you say we go for a swim and you can show off that hot bod?" she wiggled her brows and licked her lips suggestively.

"Ugh, you're such a creep!" I laughed, standing.

"You love me!"

"Yea, yea." But I did love her. She was my best friend in the galaxy.

We both stood and stretched, removing the cover-ups we were wearing on top of out bikinis. Alice was wearing a navy blue bikini with little white bows all over it. I was wearing a simple magenta bikini top and bottom. No fancy designs and shit. Simple. Removing our glasses, we looped arm's before making our way to the side of the pool where he was. Alice slyly winked at me and made sure to slow our walking as we passed his lifeguard chair. I blushed for no damn reason as we did. Man up, Bella!

Alice and I took turns jumping from the vacated diving board. She did plain jumps but I used my background in gymnastics to do simple tucks and spins off the board. Nothing too intricate, if you ask me. I missed my gymnast days. I quit the summer before Junior year. I just didn't have the time or drive I used to when I first started, but it was nice to reminisce as I did my little tricks.

As I splashed into the water for the umpteenth time, Alice grabbed my arm and leaned into me to whisper, "He's totally watching you. He's got the biggest smile on his face!" she informed, looking over my shoulder at him. I'd forgotten all about impressing him, lost in the thrill of jumping in and out of the refreshing water but my heart thumped fast, from something other than tiredness.

"Really?" I questioned, pushing my wet hair back from my face. I didn't want to turn around and look desperate. "Let's get out of the pool," I suggested. She nodded, only eager to go and get yet another towel from the towel boy and followed me to the stairs at the side of the pool. Upon climbing out, Alice turned to me, frantic.

"How's my hair? Is there something in my teeth? Do I look 'Sports Illustrated Beach Bod' wet or like 'She looks like she just drowned' wet?" she asked, her words rushing out. But I was used to this kind of behavior with Alice.

"Your hair is sexy, your teeth are-" she showed me her teeth, "they're perfect and you definitely look Sports Illustrated hot," I assessed.

"Phew! Good! Let's do this thing then!" she yelled bouncing on her toes and cracking her neck like a boxer before a big match. I laughed, shaking my head and grabbed her arm, pulling her to her guy. It was my first time seeing him up close.

He was pretty sexy—not as sexy as my lifeguard though, but sexy—he had chin length blonde hair that was tucked behind his ear on one side and big green honest eyes and the best part? He was just as pale as Alice and I. He was perfect for her.

"Hey, darling, back for another towel?" he drawled in a thick southern accent. I swooned a bit. How fucking cute! Alice giggled and took the towel he offered.

"Yea, you sick of me yet?" she asked jokingly but I could tell she was honestly terrified that he was.

"That could never happen, doll," he winked at her before tearing his eyes away to look at me. "Hello, gorgeous, I don't believe I've seen you around before," he smiled at me kindly, passing me a towel as well. Oh, he's such a fucking charmer.

"Oh, towel boy, if that's your way of trying to get a tip, you've succeeded. So here's your tip," I leaned into him and whispered, though loud enough for Alice to hear, "she likes blondes." Pulling back, I saw Alice's jaw drop and her cheeks flush pink. She glared daggers at me and I shrugged innocently.

"I've never been more happy to be blonde in my life," Jasper spoke up with a grin. Alice's eyes snapped to him and she bit down on her lip. "Sit with me for a while?" he asked, offering Alice the chair beside him. I wish I could've recorded the jerky nod Alice gave because it was just fucking hilarious.

"I'll just leave you two kids alone then," I winked at Alice before tossing the towel over my shoulder, turning on my heel and leaving. Now I just have to get my guy.

I chewed on my lip intently as I neared his chair. What can I do to get him? Alice said he'd been watching me…so he'd noticed me and he knew I existed. Okay…now I just have to talk to him. Think of something, Bella. Think, think, think! Aha!

I have an idea! It's the oldest trick in the book but it always works so who cares how old it is? I took a deep breath and counted backwards to try and quiet my thumping heart as I drew closer and closer to his chair. Never have I been in the presence of such a God and I was fucking nervous. He was staring off into the west end of the pool at some kids that were splashing each other and pushing each other around playfully. One boy pushed the others head down under the water and although it was all in play, it still looked dangerous. Where the fuck are their parents?

"Hey!" lifeguard called to them, his voice firm but yet still friendly somehow. "None of that," he instructed.

The two boys, who looked to be about eight, dropped their heads, embarrassed about having been chastised, and then quickly nodded. "Yes, Edward," they agreed in unison. Edward? Lifeguard's name was Edward? That's just like my favorite name in the fucking world, no big deal! Edward Lewis, Edward Scissorhands…hello, Edward's are awesome! Plus, now I have a conversation starter.

Edward reached into the small sack hanging on his chair and pulled out a bottle of water, chugging it down. I was mesmerized by the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed over and over again. His head was thrown back as he drank, how could I not imagine him in that same position only naked and—

"Miss? Do you need something?" a smooth and velvety voice asked.

"Fuck!" I yelled to myself. His first words to me were supposed to be 'my room or yours?' not 'Miss, do you need something?'. "Um…" I stuttered looking up at his perfect face as he pulled his sunglasses off. He was tan. Not Jersey Shore tanned but tanner than me—which isn't saying much because I'm whiter than Casper—and he had bronze, reddish hair and the most gorgeous green eyes I'd ever seen. And his fucking jaw….if it were possible to fuck a jaw, I swear I'd choose this one.

"Do you need help?" he tried again. Fuck, I stared too long.

"Um, no…sorry," I cleared my throat and remembered why I was coming over here. I was wondering if you had any sunscreen? The sun is absolutely scorching today." I fanned myself and used the towel to dab across my chest. His eyes immediately fell to my boobs. Score!

"Um…yea. Yea, I have some," he stammered, looking me in the eyes again and reaching into the sack again to pull out a bottle of sunscreen. He climbed down the ladder to me. He was at least a good nine inches taller than me and I was 5'6 myself. Tall and handsome. Fuck me sideways… "Here you go." He handed me the bottle.

"Thanks. You know," I started, "you handled the situation with those kids pretty impressively. Didn't lose your cool or anything," I complimented with a friendly grin. He laughed and the sound was beautiful and his teeth were perfect. I wanted them on my skin, biting me, as soon as possible.

"Years of training. Plus, you know, I come from a big family, I'm used to kids. I know how to handle them," he nodded, absently rubbing his hand on his belly. I looked down, licking my lips as I counted one…two…three…four…five…fucking six. Abs, abs, abs. Can I lick them? "Lick what?" Did I say that out loud? "Yes, you did."

Fuck. "Uh…what? I said…can you lick them…them being your nose. Can you lick your nose, that's what I said." Can you lick your nose? 'Can you shut the fuck up, Bella?' is more like it. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes squinted in confusion. "It's…never mind…" I stared at my feet. Only I could make such an ass out of myself so soon in the conversation.

"Right. So, I saw you on the diving board," he offered, changing the subject. "You looked good. Are you a swimmer?"

I blushed at the thought of him watching me. Plus he said I looked good. "Oh, thanks. No, not a swimmer. I'm…I was a gymnast a couple years back."

"Was? What happened, you're so amazing at it. I don't understand."

I sighed. "I quit a while ago. I just…lost my passion for it," I explained.

He nodded in understanding. "I get it. You can't do something as strenuous as that without passion." Mmm that word coming from those lips just gave me all kinds of…tingles. "I mean, I hear there are all sorts of injuries that could come from stuff like that."

"God, yes," I agreed immediately. "You should see this scar I got one time at a competition."

He grinned at my enthusiasm. "How'd you get it?"

"I'm the most unbalanced gymnast there is," I explained, falling into comfortable conversation with him. "Get this: I tripped over a rug, knocked over a wooden beam, somehow managed to break it in half and of course it started knocking everything else over like a fucking domino effect!" I said animatedly, laughing at the memory; he chuckled with me. "But that's not how I got it. I stand up quickly and bump into my dad who's carrying all my stuff and then he drops my purse, all my shit falls out and my mirror somehow finds it's way to my leg and stabs me. It's the most ridiculous thing ever!" By the time I finished my story, we were both in hysterics at how fucking zany and random it was. Never in a million years would something like that happen again.

"That is fucking funny," he swore, calming down a bit. "You're one of a kind…I'm sorry, what's your name?" he asked, holding out a hand.

I took it, reveling in the way it engulfed my own. Big hands. "I'm Bella Swan," I smiled, shaking his hand.

"You're one of a kind, Bella Swan. I'm Edward Cullen, nice to meet you," he smirked and swiped his thumb across the back of my hand before letting go.

"You too. So, thanks for the sunscreen." I searched for something else to say.

He shook his head. "Absolutely. I'm here to serve and protect," he said with a salute that made me laugh.

"Well, since you're here to serve…" I bit my lip, watching him and noticed how his eyes landed on my lip.

"What can I do for you?" He swallowed hard.

"Can you do me from the back?" I asked, slapping a hand over my mouth when I realized what I said. "I mean do my back! Can you do my back? With the lotion!" I held up the bottle, blushing pathetically.

He ran a hand through his hair, chuckling though it was a bit strained. "Yea, sure. Of course." He took my hand in his and led me to the beach chair ride beside his lifeguard one. He held my hand. I sat down and leaned forward as he sat on the side of the chair behind me. I gathered my hair and pulled it over my left shoulder, out of his way. I heard him fumbling with the bottle and then the suction sound from it as it squirted into his hand. Then I felt his hands on me.

The lotion was warm on my back, as were his hands as they caressed my skin. His hands were gentle yet firm and rather than me feeling them rubbing the lotion over me, I felt his hands massaging me, kneading my back so perfectly that I moaned a bit and closed my eyes. My moan seemed to spur him on and his hands worked me over more firmly, the force pushing me forward rhythmically. It didn't hurt, in fact it felt fucking heavenly. His hands moved lower, his fingers grazing the sides of my breasts.

"Fuck," I hissed quietly as a wave of lust passed over me. Edward hummed in agreement, letting his fingers graze me again. Mmm yess. His hands stilled and I felt his chest against my back and his lips at my ear.

"Bella…" his breath passed over the shell of my ear, making my eyes open and—

"Bella!" Bad fucking time, Alice. I glared up at the little wench and she shrugged. "Oh, hello there," her gaze shifted to Edward. "I'm Bella's best friend, Alice. And you are?" she held a hand out. I felt the chair move as Edward stood and took her hand.

I jumped up, folding my arms. "His name is Edward and we were kind of in the middle of something," I pouted, looking at Alice. But she ignored me and shook his hand anyway.

"It's nice to meet you, Edward. Anyway, Bella has to go now because she has some best friend duties to perform. But you can find her in Room 614 at 7:30 this evening if you would like to continue your…conversation. She'll have the room to herself by then. Okay, bye now." Alice grabbed my hand and yanked me over to our chairs, leaving a confused Edward behind. I looked over my shoulder to see him waving and shaking his head with a crooked grin on his face. I waved back.

"I'm going to kill you for that, Alice. That man's hands are magic!" I hissed as we collected our glasses and cover-ups from the chairs.

"Oh, hush, it's nothing you can't resume. I need your help, Jasper asked me out and I have no idea what I'm going to wear."

"You have a date! That's wonderful. And you're welcome," I smirked as we headed for the exit.

"Yea, yea, thanks," she smiled back.

"Hey, Bella!" someone called and I turned to see Edward.

I grinned, "Yes?"

"I want to see that scar," he smiled wide and I saw a hint of a dimple in his left cheek.

"Come to 614 at 7:30 and you just might," I winked and bit my lip before backing out of the pool area.

~BL~

"Alice, it's 7:20, get the fuck out!" I yelled from the bathroom as she kept running back and forth in our hotel room. Edward was gonna be here soon and I needed to situate myself to deal with Sir Sexy.

"Hold on, I forgot my shoes! No they're on my feet! Fuck, where are my earrings? Oh, they're in my ears but I-"

"Alice, Jasper is fucking waiting for you outside! Get your mini ass out there! You have everything, you kook," I informed with a mouth full of toothpaste. Jasper had arrived five minutes ago and she was making the poor boy wait as she flitted back and forth for nothing. Since when was Alice nervous over a date?

"Oh, fine! I'm gone! Bye, Bella!" she called before I heard the door slam. Finally. I spit the remnants of toothpaste into the sink and washed it down the drain. I sighed, staring in the mirror. I had my hair down in loose, wavy curls and was wearing Daisy Duke shorts and a regular white tank top. Hello, amazing cleavage view and a way to show off the legs? Who needs dresses and shit?

Riiiiiing!

I jumped as the door buzzed. Fuck, he's here! I smoothed down my hair and checked my breath before opening the door.

Holy mother of fuck, Batman!

There he stood. Shirtless. And sweaty. With shorts. And shirtless. And sweaty. And…did I say shirtless and sweaty already?

"Bella," he smiled and held up a bottle of wine. "I got this for us."

Wine? How thoughtful, you gorgeous bastard. "Oh, thanks, come in," I moved out of his way so he could step in. I shamelessly inhaled as he walked past me. Cinnamon sex. Yep. I wanna lick him. I followed him into the bedroom area of the small room, watching his ass in those tight, white shorts the whole way. "Here, you open this and I'll go get us some glasses." I handed him the wine.

"Cool," he kicked off his sandals and sat on the bed. When I got back from the kitchen, he'd already popped the cork—ha!—on the bottle. He took the glasses from me and poured a sizeable amount into each before handing me my glass and sitting the bottle on the bedside table. "To…to new friends and hot summers," he toasted. I grinned and clinked my glass against his. I tried to look cool by downing my glass of wine but the freaking bubbles and fizz irritated my senses and I choked—like, a lot. And loudly. "Are you ok?"

I nodded, still coughing. "Water," I rasped out. Fucking wine. My eyes were starting to water and Edward was a blur as he grabbed a bottle of water.

"Here, drink up," he said as I felt the bottle press into my lips. I grabbed it and chugged it gratefully. Ugh, now I look stupid. "You alright now?" he rubbed my arm.

"Yea. Sorry," I said, wiping my eyes. He looked nothing but concerned for me once my vision was no longer blurry.

"Have you never had wine before or…" he grinned, jokingly. I've never even had anything more than one beer. His eyebrows pulled together. "Are you even old enough to drink?"

"Umm…" Fuck.

"How old are you?" he asked, his face turning serious.

"Eighteen."

"Eighteen?" he jumped up.

"What's the big deal? How old did you think I was?"

He ran his hand through his hair. "At least twenty-one! You're eighteen!"

"So what! How old are you?"

"Twenty-three," he answered. Okay, so five years older. Not that big a deal.

"Okay, it's not like you're thirty, calm down."

"I should go," he said, starting to put his sandals back on.

"No. Don't do that," I huffed, folding my arms.

"Don't do what?"

"Don't underestimate me."

"Underestimate you? You're still a teenager!" he scoffed.

Clearly, the sexy fucker was going to need to be taught a thing or two about Bella Swan. I knew moves he hadn't even heard of. "That doesn't mean anything," I explained, coming to stand in front of him, running my finger down his sculpted chest. "That doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing." I kissed his neck, enjoying the way his jaw clenched in restraint. "That doesn't mean I can't make you feel good," I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his shorts. "Let me make you feel good?" I asked, looking up at him innocently while pushing his shorts down inch by inch.

"Umm," he licked his lips, looking down at me.

"Umm," I repeated looking at him hungrily, swiping my tongue across my own lips.

"Fuck," he debated, his hands finding claim on my waist. "Eighteen?" he asked as his hands slid down to give my ass a squeeze. "That's…that's legal, I guess."

"It is," I smiled victoriously before leaning in to slowly kiss down his neck, occasionally giving his skin tiny bites. He groaned.

"Fine," he surrendered, gripping my ass to lift me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctually, gasping as he swiftly turned to press me into the wall. His mouth immediately found mine; eager and wanting. His tongue swiped across my bottom lip and I immediately parted my lips for him. His tongue met with mine, teasing, massaging….

The sounds I was making just from his kiss were pretty embarrassing. But when he started to grind against me—that was forgotten. I could feel him, huge and hard right where I wanted him and I rolled my hips, grinding into him just as eagerly, my back arching from the wall.

"Bella," he breathed as he sucked and kissed my neck continuing to rub against me like a horny teenager. Well, I was, but what was his excuse? I'm was on birth control and completely ready to go! Fuck me already!

"Fuck me," I moaned aloud. Edward's wide and lustful eyes found mine. His hand snaked under my shirt and inched towards my tits. Thank fuck, I wasn't wearing a bra.

"What'd you say?" he taunted as he palmed me, his hand rubbing over my nipple and making it stand at attention. His fingers pinched and pulled my nipple expertly.

"Edward," I practically whimpered, "fuck me!" I needed him. Now.

With a hushed growl he spun quickly and tossed me on the bed, immediately coming to hover above me, his hands pushing my shirt up. I arched my back as he pulled it up and over my head. His mouth was immediately on my nipple; hot and wet and so fucking good. He sucked and nipped at it, making me mewl and moan his name over and over. My hands tangled in his hair, holding his head to my chest as he worked me over. If his mouth alone could do this to me, I couldn't imagine what he could do with other parts of himself…

I bit my lip hard—as he pulled back leaving me panting—as his fingers started to unbutton my shorts and tugged them from my hips. "Fuck. Anticipating this, were you?" he asked as he took in my black lace panties.

"Maybe," I retorted, pulling the belt from his shorts and tossing it behind him. I unbuttoned his shorts and tugged his zipper down, pushing his shorts down as swiftly as I could. He kicked them off and kneeled on the bed, smirking while I stared shamelessly as his cock strained against his boxers. "Holy fuck."

"Uf!" he exclaimed as I unexpectedly pushed him on his back. I tugged his shorts from his hips and nearly came at the sight of his cock. Fucking perfect. Thick and long but not freakish. It was just fucking….perfect. I ran my hands up his thighs, watching him as I lowered my mouth to his cock. "Bella-" he started as I took him in my mouth, sucking hard. I looked up at him innocently as I swiped my tongue over the head, enjoying the sweet and tangy taste of him. "Fuck," he hissed.

"Mmm," I moaned against him as I started to bob my head, pulling him further and further into my mouth with every thrust down.

"Baby…fuck," he groaned watching me as I engulfed his entire cock down to the hilt, sucking him like his was the last cock on earth. "Bella….fuck…I don't want to come like this…"

"Mmm," I agreed and I pulled him from my mouth slowly, pouting.

"Don't pout baby," he said still a bit breathless. "I just want to be in that sweet pussy when I come."

My jaw dropped and he smirked at my expression as he grabbed the fabric of my panties and ripped them from my body. Shit…he ripped them off. Fuck, why is that so hot?

"I've wanted to fuck you from the minute I saw you in that tiny bikini," he said, pushing me on my back and taking his cock in hand. I felt him circle my opening, teasing me as he killed me slowly with his talking. "Did you wear that for me? You wanted my cock then, didn't you? You wanted me to fuck this pussy?"

"Yess," I squirmed, trying to find a way to get him inside me but he continued to rub against me. I was fucking soaking and moaning my ass off. I can't handle the teasing and the dirty talk.

His teeth bit down on my lip gently, pulling a bit. "You're so fucking wet," he said as surrendered and slid into me. I groaned in pleasure as I felt myself stretch for him. "And so tight," he panted as he pulled back before slamming back into me, hitting a spot no one had ever hit before. God, it felt amazing.

"Edward! Yess." I ran my hands down his back to grab his perfect ass and pulled him to me, making him slide a bit deeper. "Ungh."

"Bella," he thrust into me repeatedly with just enough force to make me shout his name. "Such a tight pussy. You feel so good baby," he said in my ear as his hips moved faster. "So. Fucking. Good," he said with each thrust.

I could only whimper in response as his mouth found it's way back to my nipple, licking and sucking and biting. He bit down a bit roughly, sending a tingly sensation down my body, straight to my pussy. "Fuck!" I felt myself nearing my orgasm, the familiar tightening in my stomach. "Edward…" I gripped the hair at the base of his neck.

"Are you gonna come for me baby? You gonna come on my cock?" His fingers glided down my body and eagerly rubbed my clit.

"Yess," I said in a raspy voice that I hardly recognized as my own, "give it to me. Harder. Make me come on your cock," I agreed my supply of self-control depleting.

"Dirty, dirty girl," he taunted, quickening his pace. His fingers worked over my clit with a ferocity that left me gripping the sheets, his hair—anything I could find. "Come for me," he said unsteadily and I could tell he was close as well. "I want to feel this tight pussy clench around me," he broke off with a grunt as his teeth clamped down on my nipple again—and I was finished.

My back bowed from the bed and my head flew back against the pillow as I came, chanting his name in moans and sighs.

"Fuck," he grunted as his hips pushed forward roughly, his body shook with a gentle shiver as he came, spilling into me. His sweaty body stuck to mine as he collapsed on top of me, managing to keep most his weight off me though. His warm breath blew against my nipple as he panting, I watched the strands of his hair blow as I did the same. We laid there for a while, completely sated and exhausted.

"Never pegged you for a dirty talker," I said, breaking the silence.

I shivered as he laughed, his breath wafting over my nipple again. "Never pegged you to be the type for blowjob's." He looked up at me. "But I'm glad you are."

"Mmm I bet you are," I ran a hand through his wet hair. We were drenched. "You were amazing, my dirty mouthed friend."

"As were you," he kissed my nipple appreciatively.

"Mmm," I bit my lip.

He pushed himself up and crawled over me, grazing his lips over mine. "You know what's better than dirty talk and blowjob's?"

I nipped at his top lip. "What?"

"Second rounds," he grinned.

I threw my head back in laughter as he playfully kissed down my body. My laughter was cut off when he parted my thighs. "Found the scar!" he whispered before thrusting into me once more.

Best. Summer. Ever.

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