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Chapter 31- What Women Want

The loud, intrusive ringing of Randy's phone woke me early the next morning. I knew by the tune that it wasn't his alarm clock. I groaned and pushed hard at Randy's sleeping form next to me.

"Randy, get your phone, or I'm throwing it out of the window." The sound of Randy's sleepy chuckle met my ears. But for me, it was too soon in the morning for laughter. I rolled over and pulled the covers over my head. Randy reached over to the bedside table, blindly reaching for his phone.

"Hello?" came his mumbled answer. But I didn't hear much of his conversation after that. I, thankfully, started to doze back off again. I was in the area where I knew what was going on around me, but I was also on the verge of sleep. Until I felt the strong arms of Randy come around my waist, and pull me back against his chest. I wiggled against him until I found a comfortable position and sighed.

"Who was on the phone?" I murmured, not putting enough energy into my voice. Randy burying his face into my hair, and I heard him breath in deep.

"It was John. We have an early meeting with Stephanie before we leave Tennessee today," he explained, and I felt his breath tickle my skin. I pouted; I was looking forward to sleeping in with Randy, after our hectic return to work last night. I felt Randy's chest shake softly against me, in laughter. "I know you don't want to get up, but we have too. We'll go for breakfast afterward?"

He had me at breakfast. And he knew it, as he sat up, pulling me with him. I huffed, and pulled away from him, sliding out of bed, and went for my suitcase. I slipped on a pair of jean shorts, and changed into blue tank top. I was really enjoying the change of clothing, which I had exchanged while we had been in my home in St. Louis. I felt like I was on tour for the first time. I turned to Randy as I piled my hair on top of my head in a quick ponytail. He laughed at me, and did a swift change of clothes of his own, into a plain gray t-shirt and his knee-length shorts. I slipped on my flip flops and we were out of the door. In the lobby of the hotel, Casie and John were waiting on us. Randy drove to the arena, with me in the passenger seat next to him, and our best friends in the back.

When we finally made it to Stephanie's office, there were several other superstars already there. The only seats left were right next to Stephanie's left. We filed in the room, took the remaining seats as quietly as we could, and waited for the meeting to begin. Stephanie stood up from her seat, and the room fell still.

"Alright, I'm going to get right down to it, because I'm sure you all want to know what this is about," she said, and there was a murmur of agreement from everyone in the room. "The company has been in talks with some our head advisers on how to raise money for a new charity foundation. It's taken us a while, but I think, and the board of trustees agree, that we have come to a wonderful solution. A Charity Superstar Auction." I had to cover my mouth to hold back my laughter. I let my eyes roam the room, and the urge to laugh just grew stronger. The shocked and baffled faces were hilarious. "All our male and female wrestlers will be up for auction. The winning bidder receives a night on the town by that superstar; dinner and entertainment. Now, understand me, that no where in the fine print are you bound past dinner and entertainment."

I looked up at Randy's face; I bit my lip at the utmost uncomfortable look on his face. "When is it?"

"This Thursday," Stephanie said, sifting through some of her papers. She gathered some into her hands, and began to pass them around the table. "Also, this is a formal event. There will be dancing and music, food and drinks. So, dress appropriately. This is mandatory, everyone must be there. And guys, it's for charity, so it will be worth it."

"What charity?" Casie asked, the same hesitancy in her voice. I watched as Stephanie turned knowing eyes in her direction.

"Something that has recently hit home for the WWE. 'SHARE' is the charity and it benefits by better improving treatment for woman's cancer; breast, ovarian and cervical alike. All profits from the auction go directly to them."

My breath caught in my throat, and I turned to look at Casie. She looked like she didn't know what to say. Her eyes glossed over with moisture, and she took a small breath. That part in her past hadn't been brought up in a public atmosphere like this a good long while, and took her off guard. All she could do was smile up at Stephanie, and lace her fingers with John's. I had a feeling that she no longer had any qualms with the auction; or did John.

"Also, along the same lines, we've come to a decision that health has taken a back seat to traveling in this business. And we do not approve. Everyone signed on to the business has one week to get a full check up, and send in the report to us. Guys, you talk to your doctor about a yearly exam, and girls, I want you to have a pap-smear every twelve months. If you haven't had one in the last year, you are required to get it done. Believe it or not, everyone in this room is important to me, and I don't want to see anything happening to you." Stephanie looked around the room, a small smile gracing her lips. "But, I believe that's it. You're free to go, and I will see you all there on Thursday. Everything else you need to know is on the papers you just received."

I looked around the room, and watched as person after person filed out of the room. I sighed, and stood to my feet, and turned towards Randy, when I heard my name being called from behind me stopped us from leaving. I spun around to see Stephanie smiling at me. I returned her smile and waited for her to speak.

"I'm giving you a bit of a bonus check, for the auction. I just feel that since, being Head of Music Sound Check, you are required to be there as well, you shouldn't have to pay for your dress," she said, handing me a sealed envelope. I gaped at her, stunned. I knew the Diva's didn't have to pay for their dresses; they got to pick them out of huge selection and rent them out for a night. But I had already begun thinking about how I would pay for my attire. The temptation to rip open the envelope was killing me, but that would seem rude.

"Thank you," I said, my voice barely a whisper. I didn't know what else to say. I was still in shock.

"Also, I wanted to know if you would like to join me at my table, while the guys are being auction. Paul just had to have surgery, so he won't be up for auction; that and he's "out" in a storyline, so it'll just be him and me at the table. And I would hate for you to sit by yourself. The four of you are welcome at our table," Stephanie said, and I remembered that Randy was still behind me. I didn't know that John and Casie had stayed behind as well.

"Yeah, I would like that," I said, smiling at her. I felt Randy's reassuring arm around my waist, "And Randy and I would be happy to join your table." Stephanie smiled happily, and we parted ways with our good-byes.

oo

"So, what color are you going for?" Casie asked, pushing hangers of dresses around on the rack.

It was Wednesday afternoon, and we had been dress shopping for a while now. I was just about ready to give up. Nothing was popping out at me. Either one store had mainly red dresses, and I didn't like the way my hair clashed with the color, or another store would have wild and crazy patterns that I just wasn't getting into. I sighed and hitched my purse back up on my shoulder.

"Well, I kind of had my heart set on green. The color goes great with my hair, and it would match my eyes," I explained, chewing my bottom lip. And before I forgot the main reason I wanted green, I continued, "And green is Randy's favorite color."

Casie smirked at me, "So, the point of this dress, isn't for Randy to see you in it, but for him to take it off?"

I shrugged my shoulders, holding back a smile, "Your point?" Casie laughed softly.

"Oh, well, I really don't have one; I was just making sure we were on the same page."

I rolled my eyes, smiling to myself. Making my way further in the back of the small dress shop in Illinois, I found a couple of racks that I hadn't seen before. I began sifted through the massive amount of material, trying to find something. Until my eyes landed on a gorgeous shade of deep emerald. I held my breath, praying that it wasn't hideous, and pulled it from the racks. And I wasn't let down. I called Casie over, and we both admired the dress.

"Go try it on," Casie urged, and I didn't need any more encouragement than that. I hurried off the dressing room and slipped on the eloquent gown. The dress seemed to be made of pure silk, though I knew it wasn't, as it slid over my skin. The top was haltered around my neck with a one inch strap and had a beautiful design of beads leading down and spread out over the bust of the dress. In the very center of the chest was a crystallized gem, clustered in the beads. The dress dipped down in a "V" shape, enough to reveal the perfect amount of skin. I spun around to admire the back. It was very near backless, with the exception of the two inch band of material that snapped together three quarters of the way down. The dress began again nearly at the base of my spine, and made another slight "V" shape up to my waist. I turned to the door and went to walk out to get Casie's advice. That's when I noticed the slit; it went from floor to the middle of my thigh on my right side. I was instantly in love with it. A part of me was afraid that I might be showing too much for a charity benefit, but another part of me just had to see the look on Randy's face when he saw me in this. I knew that I had to have this one.

"So, what do you think?" I asked her, spinning around in front of the three adjoining mirrors in the back of the store.

"Randy doesn't stand a chance," Casie laughed. And that was probably the best complement I could have received. I did another spin in front of the mirror before changing back into my regular clothes.

oo

I pulled the towel down from the rack and wrapped it around my body, my arms holding it in place. I quickly padded out of the room, and back to the bedroom. Randy was sitting on the bed, his legs stretched out in front of him on the mattress. I saw his eyes roam over my body, and heat spread over me like wild fire. I carefully slipped on a pair of shorts, with the towel still snug around my chest.

"Do we have to get ready in separate rooms?" Randy's gruff voice drifted from the bed. I smiled as I pushed some of my hair behind my ears. I thought it would be better to fix when I had washed it the night before. I looked over my shoulder.

"Yes. Besides, the girls are having someone come over to do our hair. You wouldn't want to sit through all of that. That's why we're kicking John out of his room, and he's coming to stay with you."

Still kneeling by my clothes, I found one of Randy's t-shirts that I keep to sleep in. It was a wonder he had any left at all, because I had so many. Being mindful to keep my back turned completely, I lifted my arms to slip the shirt over my head. I felt the towel slip from my body, and fall to the floor. I fluffed my hair from the collar of the shirt and stood up. When I turned around, I saw Randy staring at me. I knew it was devilish of me to tease him the way I was, but sometimes, I just couldn't help myself. I slipped my shoes on, and walked to the bed.

"And you won't even tell me the color of the dress, much less what it looks like?" Randy asked, and I heard the want in his voice. He was excited about tonight, whether he wanted to admit it or not. It was our first real chance, as a couple, to go all out, and dress to the nines. I hadn't asked him what type of suit he had picked out, but like pretty much everything else the man put on, it would look fantastic, so I wasn't worried. But ever since Casie and I had returned from shopping, and I left my new things in her room, he hadn't given up an opportunity to ask. Even now, at the very last second. I smiled down at him, leaning over to brush my lips against his.

"Nope," I laughed, and turned and headed for the door. "We'll meet you guys in the lobby in a couple of hours, okay?" Randy nodded, and I went off to Casie's room.

Edoin was already there, and a woman was curling her hair with a curling iron. Casie was sitting on the bed, her make-up laid out in front of her. I watched as she applied a thin layer of liquid base. I sat down opposite her, and immediately got to work on my face. I went steady and slow, not wanting to rush anything, and screw up the job. I borrowed some pale green eye shadow from Edoin, and was amazed at how it made the color in my eyes pop. Casie had some pale pink blush that held the smallest amount of sparkling powder. When I was finally done, I was happy with the shimmering effect and over all simple glamor. Then it was my turn for a hairstyle. I watched as the woman pulled and brushed at my long red hair. She left my bangs down, and brushed half of my hair to the back of my head, and pushed it up, making a bump in the coif. After that she hair-sprayed my bangs in the correct part, and began to lightly curl the rest of my hair, giving me long bouncy curls. It look a great deal of time just for my hair alone, because I have so much, but when she was finished, she gave me a final spritz of spray, and the styles were complete.

At last, we changed into our dresses, with only fifteen minutes left to meet the guys. I went to my garment bag, undoing the long zipper. I reached into the bottom, and pulled out the shoes I had bought for the dress. The silver, three-inched heels had an ankle strap and a strap over the top of the toes, with a long crystal gem that connected to the center of each strap that rested on the top of my foot. I sat them on the floor, and pulled out the jewelry bag. All that I really needed was a nice pair of earrings, and I found a reasonably priced pair of diamond-like dangle teardrop earrings with a silver backing. They went perfect with the only piece of jewelry that I had that meant anything. I carefully latched the delicate chain around my throat and fingered the real teardrop diamond hanging from my neck. The last thing I pulled out was a smaller bag, and I reached in it, grabbing the new pair of emerald green, lacy panties, that I just couldn't say no to when I saw them. I took the dress and the panties in the bathroom and hurried put them both on.

I nervously pressed the button for the lobby as Casie, Edoin and I piled into the elevator. I didn't know why I was so nervous. In all honesty, the three of us were a sight to see. Casie's floor length, turquoise dress fit her snug in all the right places and I brought out her eyes. While Edoin had opted for a less chosen color of brown, in her knee-length gown. The choice fit her though, and the pleated skirt twirled at her slightest move. The chime of the elevator brought me back to reality, and I followed my friends out of the sliding doors.

My eyes landed first on Matt, and I smiled. He looked very handsome in his solid black suit, and shiny matching shoes. I watched as he took Edoin's arm and kissed her cheek. I saw a flash of white, and I saw John standing up to meet Casie. His full tuxedo was cut of white material, and hanging from his neck, lying against his white shirt, was a tie that matched the color of Casie's dress. His smile was wide as he wound his arm around her waist. Standing next to them, was Randy. And I nearly stopped in my tracks as I looked him over. He looked like someone who just walked out of the earlier nineteen twenties. His two piece suit was a solid jet black, with thin pale gray pin-stripes. A plain black tie was fitting under the collar of his white shirt. I looked back up to his face, and saw that he was giving me the same one over. So, I spun slowly around as I walked towards him, letting him get a good look at the dress; and me, really. His eyes grazed from my shoes, stopping at the incredibly high slit in the dress, up to the beaded bust, and finally, meeting my gaze.

"I'm sorry we're late," I said, holding Randy's stare a moment longer before looking around the nearly empty room. "My hair took longer than we expected."

"No worries," John said, smiling at me. "A guy should never have a problem waiting for a woman when this is the outcome."

Edoin, Casie and I all blushed slightly, and laughed in appreciation. Randy and I brought up the rear of our friends as we headed to the car. Edoin and Matt got in their rental car, and the four of us were going to ride together. I reached out for the door handle as John climbed in the front seat, but Randy's hand closed around mine on the door. I turned around to look at him, wondering what he was doing. We were the only ones left outside, and John and Casie were waiting for us in the car.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Randy asked, leaning in close so that he only had to whisper. My heart pounded hard against my ribcage at the first mention of my appearance.

"What?" My voice scratched in my throat.

"It's taking everything I have to not take you back upstairs." And with that, he popped open the car door, holding it ajar for me. I raised an eyebrow at him, and smirked, but carefully slid into the car.

John drove us to the John Hancock Observatory, the building where the auction would be held. The drive from the hotel to the Observatory wasn't long, not even fifteen minutes. John pulled us up in front of a gigantic black steel building, which towered over of the nearby structures. Cameras flashed as several people made their way into the building on the black carpet. I noticed that Edoin and Matt were already walking in. They stopped and posed for the cameras, smiling and waving at several fans that were lined up behind the rows of interviewers and paparazzi.

We stopped in front of the building, and John opened his door. And at once, all the doors opened. I looked around, startled, to see an usher holding his hand out for me. I would never get used to working with this company. He helped me out of the car, and I walked around the back, watching John give the keys to the valet driver. I had planned on walking in alone, letting the three of them take the carpet, and do their photo-op and then meet back up with them, but Randy had thought different. He caught me by the waist before I got too far away, and together, we slowly made our way down the carpet.

"Just smile," I heard Randy muttered to me, and he squeezed me tighter to his body.

I did my best to look like I belonged in his world on the carpet, and I wouldn't lie about being extremely grateful when all that was over. We were finally in the secluded walls of WWE personnel and auction attendees only. More ushers were waiting just inside the door, taking names, and giving out tables seating arrangements. One usher, that looked frazzled, but still in good spirits, smiled at us when we reached the table. I guess he instantly recognized John and Randy, and immediately searched for their names.

"Here we go, I have 'Cena', 'Patterson', 'Orton', and 'Pierce' all at the same table; the McMahon-Lévesque table. The one right next to the stage. I do believe that they are already in there."

We thanked him, and went in the direction he pointed. Walking through giant double doors, I had to stifle an intake of a gasp. My eyes were immediately drawn the grand crystal chandelier hanging in the very center of the room. Surrounding smaller chandeliers, similar in style, were hung sporadically around the room. The walls were draped with evenly space pieces of red silk material. The stage was set up like a run way; it was shaped like a capital "T" and the end jutted out into the groupings of tables. Of which there were at least twenty or more tables, all fashioned in the same way. Blood red table cloths, with white flower centerpieces, and four white candles lit on each one. The chairs at the tables were elegant, but simple, with white seating upholstery, and a bamboo frame.

Randy led me across the plush gray carpet, to the first table, centered at the middle of the runway. Stephanie and Paul sat next to each other at the table, talking quietly with their heads together. I found it rather amusing to see Triple H out side of wrestling, and in formal attire. But I guess someone else could say the same thing about Randy. Paul looked over at me and smiled in my welcome. Stephanie looked up and smiled at our group.

"Oh wow, Lora," she said, standing up to give me a quick hug, "you look absolutely stunning! I love that dress! And Casie, that color goes so great with your eyes," she said, as she moved from me to Casie, giving her the same hug. The guys each shook hands with Paul, and we took our seats.

"This is so beautiful," I commented, gazing around the room. I noticed several other superstars that didn't like themselves in a suit, but it was a nice change to see anyways.

"Thank you. We got it together in such a hurry, I'm surprised that it's turned out this well," Stephanie said, taking a sip of her water. A waiter came around and got our drink orders; a glass of Delbeck Brut Heritage Rosé champagne. It had to be one of the best tasting drinks I had ever put past my lips.

The lights suddenly dimmed and Jerry Lawler walked up to the podium to an abundant round of applause. Everyone listened in silence as he opened up the evenings events with a few jokes and a back story of the charity "SHARE". Several other people, from the charity, got up and spoke on their behalf, sharing stories of cancer survival, and comfortable treatment plans. I noticed when John pulled Casie back onto his chest, resting his cheek against her hair. It warmed my heart to see them be so happy together. And finally at peace from the horror they were put through. Jerry came back and with a smile he spoke to the audience.

"Alright, time for the highlights of the evening. The first auction up is one that I'm going to enjoy watching! Divas, you're up! If I can have all our Divas file through the door off-stage on the right, we will begin shortly!"

I laughed softly at the semi-alarmed look on Casie's face as she pulled herself out of John's embrace, and stood from the table. She waited for Edoin to join her side, and together, they walked through the door, with the other shockingly gorgeous females on the WWE roster. There was short chatter among the rest of the guests to pass the ten minutes of delay by, until Jerry cleared his throat again, signaling the start of the auction. The first Diva up was Eve. I quickly found out that with each Superstar, they would play their individual entrance music. The bidding started out at one thousand dollars, and quickly shot up in price. I thought my ears were deceiving me when the auctioneer banged his gavel at twenty thousand dollars. Each Diva came and went, and the male population went wild, bidding around the same for each Diva. It wasn't until Edoin, that the highest bid was set at twenty-three thousand-five hundred dollars. Casie was the last Diva up.

"And last, but not least, Tamara!" Jerry said, as they cued her music, and Casie walked out to a great applause. "She'd be with me, if John wasn't in the way," he laughed, and I covered my laughter by camouflaging it with a series of hacking coughs; Randy smirked down at me. "Let's start the bidding at one thousand."

The bidding went on for several minutes, with two men in the back battling it out for Tamara's right price. It was nearing Edoin's price when a strong voice, coming from our table, spoke out.

"Thirty thousand," John said, his eyes on Casie. Every head in the room turned in his direction. I gasped, and Randy raised both eyebrows in shock. I heard nothing but silence from back part of the room. I didn't even know the stars were allowed to buy each other.

"Thirty, going once, twice, sold! Tamara, you know have to go on a date with John Cena. Tough luck," Jerry said, and a ripple of laughter swam across the room. John turned around to the table, and saw that we were all staring at him. He shrugged his shoulders.

"It's for charity," was all he said. I smiled at him, and watched as Casie left the runway, and came back to our table. She stood next to John's side, gaping down at him. I could tell that she was still in shock, and I would be too, if Randy just randomly dropping thirty grand on me.

"What in the world did you do that for?" she said, exasperatedly.

"It was a small price to pay," John answered her. My heartstrings were tugged in an instant. John had to have one of the biggest hearts of anyone I had ever known. I saw the recognition and awe dawn on her face. Tears shown in her eyes, and she wrapped her arms tight around his neck and kissed him with as much force as she could muster. Even I had to blink the welling moisture from my eyes, watching the intimate moment before me. Randy's hand came to rest on the leg that was exposed from the high slit in my dress, and he squeezed me knee softly.

Jerry's voice calling the guys for their auction broke up the sweet atmosphere hanging around our table. Randy stared into my eyes, and brushed the locks of curls away from my neck with his hand, running his fingers over the skin of my throat. I shivered softly and watched as Randy and John walked away, join by Adam and Matt. Casie replaced Randy's seat, and she picked up a napkin and dabbed at her eyes. I felt like it was mutual agreement to not mention the act we had all just witnessed, and let Casie savor her moment of adoration.

"Randy seems different," Stephanie mused, tapping the edge of her water glass with her fingertip. I turned to her, taking a sip of my champagne and thought about that.

"What do you mean?" I saw Paul make a face, as if he was holding back his own laughter. I wondered if we both remembered our first conversation, on my very first day at work, about Randy.

"The Randy from before, oh say, about four months ago, was hell on earth to be around if he was angry, and pretty much stand-offish on his good days. But now, seeing him act over the past two weeks, and tonight, I've found his company to be rather pleasant. A sentence I never thought I would ever utter, believe me." I mulled that over in my head, while I took another sip from my glass. Paul couldn't hold back his laughter any longer.

"What she's saying is, that she found out that Randy really is a good guy," he said, nudged his wife softly. He stood, finishing the last of his drink and then looked back at me. "Something you already know, and bring out in him." And he walked off to talk someone across the room that I didn't recognize.

I ducked my head, as I felt the blush coming on. But no one had time to reply back to his comments, as the guys' auction keyed up and one by one, each wrestler came out to be sold off for charity. Just like with the Divas' auction, each guy had his own music play, and the bidding started at one thousand. I did feel bad for Jake when his highest bid barely made fifteen thousand, and the average going rate for the men was around thirty thousand. Adam got sold to a woman in the back for thirty-nine thousand dollars. John came out, and boy, did he strut down the walk. He loosened his tie in mid-stride, and popped open the button on his jacket. I clapped and laughed loudly at his actions. Casie cupped her hands around her mouth, and began making cat-calls towards the stage. Stephanie was in stitches, holding her stomach from her laughter. As he turned around, he slid the jacket off his arms, and slung it over one shoulder, and made his way back to wait for his bid. There were screams from the back, as the women fought each other with their bids for a night with John. I couldn't even keep up with the amount because of all the noise. It wasn't until the auctioneer slammed his gavel down and yelled that John was sold for fifty thousand dollars that I knew what was going on. I gaped at Casie, and she fell into a fit of giggles. That was a lot of money to drop on one night.

Randy was the last superstar to be sold, and I smirked as I heard his music. He came out in his character mode, and I could tell by the look on his face; the stony blank expression that he used to hide his real emotions. He slowly made his way up the walk, and I was mesmerized, again, and the shear amount of good looks that he possessed. Somewhere in the back of my head, I thought of how much I loved pin-stripes. I listened carefully for his bidding, because I wanted to know what the going rate was for my boyfriend. It started at one grand, but didn't stay there long. My eyes got bigger and wider the higher the bid went. When the gavel slammed at fifty-five thousand, I let out a low breathe, and shook my head at the zooming thoughts in my mind.

"Well, looks like we are going to have to deal with their egos Lora," Casie said, smiling at the guys as they returned to our table. "We will never live it down that they were the top two most expensive superstars in the WWE." I laughed softly, as Randy came to stand behind me.

"Well, you were the most expensive Diva," John nonchalantly. Casie rolled her eyes.

"Yes, but you cheated." The table burst out into laughter. Randy leaned down and put his lips to my ear.

"Care to dance?" his breath tickled my skin. It was then that I realized they never stopped playing the music, or brought the house-lights back up. I turned in my seat and saw that there were several other couples already on the make-shift dance floor. I smiled back up at Randy, and stood up, slipping my arm around his, and he led us to the floor.

He spun me around softly, and then pulled me against his chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I propped mine on his shoulders. I took a deep breath, breathing in his infectious cologne. I leaned my head into his as he turned us around the dance floor to the slowly, peaceful music.

"Sorry I couldn't buy you," I whispered in his ear, smiling to myself. Randy chuckled and pulled back enough to look down at me. "I didn't have my checkbook on me. Though, I don't think I could have gone up to fifty-five grand."

Randy smirked down at me, hugging me tighter to his body. "Don't worry, I'll cut you a discount." I shook my head in laughter. "How about this deal; you and I get out of here, get back to the hotel, and you model more of this dress for me?"

"Casie was right," I said, slipping a hand into his, as he pulled me towards the door, "you never stood a chance."

Desire danced in his eyes as he smiled down at me, "Remind me to thank Casie. Tomorrow morning." I laughed, and followed him out of the room.

A/N

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