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This portion most definitely, NSFW… no one under 21 should read this.  Go Away.  Constructive criticism is welcome.

Her pelvis continued to pound me; her great weight bearing down on my weaker form.  “I, ahhhhh, can’t, owweee, ohhhhh, uhhh,  uuhhh, take your power.  Please, get… off… of me!!!,” like a jackhammer she slammed against me.  Her thrusts were so powerful, so strong, and so brutal.  Uncaring for my condition, she only looked down at my pained face with glee.

“What’s the matter?  Ohhhh, unnnnnghhh,” mocking me as she smirked and continued to piston herself up and down on my member.  “You always wanted me to have some back?  Now, I’ve got too much?  I’ve been squatting, lunging and pressing for years just to get these nut crushers and now that ‘baby got back’ you don’t want it?  Too bad!!!  Take some more, scotty!!!”  And with that, she intensified her thrusts bringing her self up and crashing down on me, dry humping me thru my jeans..  WHAAPPPP, WHAPPPPP!!!!  Over and over, knocking the wind out of me; grinding me into the cushions, slamming down on me, shaking the couch causing it to creak violently.  “Take it Scotty!! Take, unngghhh, all,  unnnggghh, two… hundred… and thirty three pounds of it!!!”  Her eyes rolled back in her head and with a mighty shriek she let her body fall, draping herself on me.  “YESSSSSSSS, that feels so good….  It tingles al the way to my toes… mmmmmm, ohhhhhhh, thank you Scotty,” lounging in the afterglow of her arousal.

“What’s a matter?  You didn’t get yours?  Let me care of that,” she dreamily smiled.  Rising up and removing her herself from my throbbing member and aching hips, she stood up next to you.  Then with a twinkle in her eye, and that knowing look of confidence she began to spread her legs until she was in a full split on the floor in front of me.  It was so erotic….  This massively muscular woman topless, slowly gracefully lowering herself before me.  I almost lost it right there.  So thick and powerful was her upper body and yet she was so supple and limber.  My face betrayed my thoughts. 

“I see that you like my flexibility,” as she leaned from side to side, stretching and bending her monstrous frame, easily grasping her cute toes.  Showing off even further, she rotated her hips forward and backward erotically grinding the floor and staring at me.  Finishing her amazing display she leaned forward and placed her head in between my legs. 

Looking up at me with this innocent pouty look, “ahhh… somebody needs some relief.  Maybe I can help with that.  With that she leaned her face forward into my crotch and began to nuzzle me thru my pants.  She ran her face up and down my length making me forget the pain in my stomach and hips.  How could this woman still turn me on while inflicting so much pain?  I couldn't understand.  My mind said “run” but I couldn't move.  I was entranced.  My very fibers, frozen in fear and passion.  The intensity of her motions, the sound of her voice, sapped my will.  I couldn't say “no”.  Her full lips and sultry tongue worked there way to my pants button.  Using only her teeth, she gently undid my pants and then slowly pulled my zipper down.  Then pushing her nose forward she nudged my pants apart and moved to my now visible boxers.  He warm breath, sent shock waves thru my body as she pushed back my pants nosing for my boxers.  She looked up at me with that ohhhh soooo sexy look; that look of hunger and need; that unmistakeable predatory look. 
“I’ve missed that big tool of yours.  Remember how you used to force me to suck you?  What was it you said, you had needs?  Once we started you couldn’t stop until you were satisfied.  Well, I can’t leave my Scotty unfulfilled.  It’s been too long for you, I can tell.  It’s so pumped, full and thick.  It has needs, and now, I do too.  Go on, give it to me, push my head down… gag me with it.  Give me that feeling again.  I want to choke on it and gasp for air like I used to.  Come on, please?”

That face, that those gorgeous lips.  How I used to ride her.  She would beg me to stop, crying, but I didn’t care.  I had needs. And after all, she liked it.  Afterwards she always said so.  She just needed a little convincing.  But that was a long time ago. 

Now, however, I was afraid.  Too many times today this had gone all wrong.  I was nervous, the most sensitive part of my body exposed.  I hesitated.  “What’s wrong Scotty, afraid of widdle me?  That big snake afraid of this little mouth?,”  her full lips opening and that thick sensual tongue flickered out.  Her eyes burned thru me.  Her tongue ran along the contours of her mouth and then back inside.  I groaned in anticipation.  “You think I might bite?,” clamping her teeth down in a mock gesture.  “Have no fear, I promise, no teeth… please baby, drive it down my throat, I am begging you.  Bring me that big piece of meat for old time's sake. 

“Well, ok, if you insist.”  I couldn’t help but smile a little.  Finally, I was going to beat her at something.  Surely, I couldn’t lose at this.  Taking my hand into my boxers and pulling out my cock, her face lit up with glee.  Her eyes transfixed on my most prized possession.  She pondered the muscle before her, as her eyes scanned it.  Hungrily, she licked her lips and moved quickly to my head.  Pursing her lips forward, she kissed my tip.  Then she licked the tip of the shaft, moistened my girth with her tongue, and slowly worked her way down.  Her warm breath covered and sent little chills down my legs.  Her eyes, always staring up at me, looked for my approval.  Returning to the top, she opened her mouth and began to envelope me.  The warmth of her mouth immediately brought back memories of our daily escapades on this couch.  I always remember that she could only take about half me.  Frustrated, I would grab her hair and ram my cock down her throat.  Her gagging and coughing only spurned me on to push with greater intensity.  My confidence would reign supreme in the knowledge of my ability to control her and my impending joy.  But this time was different.

I couldn’t help but be nervous.  Why was she doing this?  Surely, she didn’t actually like this?  I was hesitant as she reached the half way point.  I never moved.  I simply let her help herself to what she could handle.  As if on cue, she looked up and at me and her eyes smiled.  This is where she would stop and pull up.  This was the moment.  She hesitated briefly and then kept going down.  Slowly, amazingly, she continued to go right down to the base of my shaft.  Her nose pressed into my soft, purple, swollen stomach.  My cockhead was squeezed by her throat muscles and she moaned with excitement.  Her moans caused vibrations thru my body and I just groaned.  “oohhhhh, God!!!!  Ahhhhhhhh,  sooooooo gooood.

She began to erotically move up and down the entire length of my shaft with great ferocity.  She moved her hands up to my hands and firmly grabbed them.  She pulled them towards her pony tails?  She continued to thrust her head up and down still holding onto my hands trying to get me to push as well?  She easily took the whole length of it and moved up and down faster and faster.  I couldn’t believe it!!  Following her lead, I began pressing on her head to try and thrust deeper!!  She moaned, sensually, in response. 
Thrusting and pressing as hard as I could, I lost myself in a frenzy of sexual energy.  Try as I might I couldn’t get my self any deeper.

Pulling off of me, she hissed, “YESSS!!! Molly likes it rough.  Drive that man tool down my throat, try and gag me.”  With that, I thrusted again, trying desperately to do just that, but she easily took all of me!!!  Clamping down with her throat, twisting her head and rotating her tongue over my shaft, she brought me over the edge.  “I’m gonna cum!!”  Instantly, she drove down again and I shot my load deep into her throat!!  “mmmm,  gulp, gulp, mmmmm,”  she shot gunned every drop , slurping and sucking until I was spent.  My breathing labored and my heart pounded.  My pulse echoed thru my ears.  A smile crept across my face.  But my feeling of euphoria was short lived.  After cleaning off every drop from me she rose again over me.  Her look of satisfaction and pride stopped my grin cold.  Then her face changed and the anger returned.

“Feel good?  Think that was for you?  Guess again.!  I did it!!  I own you.  I totally took every bit of your meat and then some!!  So much for your sexual dominance.  How long did that take; a minute?  I can you any time I want;  even after beating you to a pulp.  You’re pathetic.  Your cock is nothing to me, now.  I used to cry myself to sleep thinking that this was how a man and woman lived together.  The thought of that thing choking me, scared me to hysterics.  But no more… Now, I frighten it!!,” as she bent over me in most muscular pose.  Her combinations of lats, traps, biceps, and delts jumping, with angry, pulsing veins screaming over them, created a scene of utmost terror.  This giant of a woman filled my view with man destroying muscle.  The power of her words washed over me like a title wave.  She owned me.  I had no self control, not even of my most basic instincts.  My cock shriveled and my body convulsed in fear.  I started to shake as reality set in. 

“I, I thought that you liked it?,”  I mumbled out.

“Liked it??  Liked choking and gagging to please you? I swallowed and spat up that nasty, foul tasting goo to make you happy day after day.  Do know how many nights I went upstairs crying while you sat on the couch with that stupid look on your face?  Do you know how many times my jaw ached?  I couldn’t eat for hours, or even swallow some juice to get that revolting taste out of my mouth?  “And, then,” she began to cry, “you wouldn’t even kiss me afterwards or hold me, nothing…” Recovering her anger again,  “how many other girls did you do that too, huh?  How many?

“None, it was just you.”

“Really?  I bet that I know better.”  Leaning forward, she grabbed my biceps and pulled me up so that I was standing then she began to spread her arms apart.  I tried to resist but her power was way too much for me to resist.  My biceps were being crushed by her grip to jelly, and my shoulder joints screamed from the stretch.  My eyes welled up and I gritted my teeth, trying to withstand the pressure.  My hands were numb, my arms turning purple and my shoulders were being wrenched apart.  She only intensified her stare. “Look at me!!  Tell me the truth!! How many??!!”  I flailed uselessly and as a last ditch effort, I swung my head forward to head butt her.  But she dodged my feeble attempt and puller even harder.  “Do that again and I will pull your arms off and feed them to you.  TEELL ME!!!  How many others?? 

“Four!!!!”  I screamed, “I cried. Four.  They were all after you.  I couldn’t help it.  It felt soo good.”

“Good? Does this feel good??”  Her face contorted in concentration as I felt my tendons stretch beyond function. The tearing pain from my shoulders was staggering.  Lightning bolts shot up my neck, thru my teeth, and to my brain.  My only thoughts were of the damage…I leaned my head on her massively flexed traps looking for mercy and found none. 

She thru me, roughly, onto the couch.  I couldn’t feel my arms.  Nothing but pain registered to me.  I flopped back and forth trying to ease it but nothing helped.  Tears flowed freely down my face.  “I want you to suffer, for all of those girls.  If I tore some tendons, they’ll heal.  That pain is nothing compared to the damage that you did to me and those women!!! 

Gradually the pain lessoned.  I still couldn’t feel my arms but at least I stopped thrashing.  My eyes, bleary from my tears, could barely make out her face looking down at me.  Crossing her arms, she impatiently waited for me to calm myself.  A dull ache from my arms continued but finally, I was still.  “I could have pulled a lot harder still, you know.  Your body is so weak now, just like I used to be. But not now, and not ever again,” flexing her massive biceps and shoulders. You thought we’d like that??  Would you like it?”

Turning around and reaching into a cabinet behind her she pulled out something that I couldn’t really focus on.  My bleary, hazy mind could only detect a color.  Purple.  It was plastic, no rubber.  A Long, oblong, and no… not that.

“Whatcha think of this.  This was what I have been practicing on to strengthen my muscles, and work on my technique.  I reckon that it’s roughly twice the length and three times your girth.  It took me long time to master this monster but now,” interrupting herself, she opened her mouth and slid it easily down her throat. She quickly absorbed the entirety down her throat, easily moving this monstrous sex toy in and out.  “POP goes the dildo.”  She smirked. 

Staring down at me, while enjoying the shocked on my face, “now it’s your turn, Scotty.  Whatcha think?  How much can you take?  Wanna find out?  How bout we jam this down you?  I could do some serious damage to those cheek and jaw muscles.  Leaning closer and putting right under my chin I trembled at the size and girth of that thing.  Much like a sub sandwich overfilled with too many toppings.  “I would love to choke you to out with this.  Then she slapped the purple tower across my face.  The rubber stung.  “Come on, Scotty, one deepthroat for each girl.”  I froze in terror.  No way could I do this. 

“No??  Fine!!”  Whappp,  Whapp, Whappp, Whappp, “she smacked me across my face with that monster.  The striking rubber sent searing pain across my face and busted my lip open.  Then straddling my quivering body, her massive mammories hovering above my head, she placed the sex toy inbetween them, then flexed.  Instantly, the pressure from her iron plates forced the rubber to stretch and press.  The sound of the rubber spreading in ways it wasn’t meant to go, continued.  Her arms crossed above me.  I couldn’t she her face but only hear the deforming of the toy.  Backing on her hips so that I could witness her demonstration in power, she took the deformed toy out of her pecs and griped both end of it.  Immediately her massive forearms bulged and she twisted and pulled at it.  With a mighty grunt she tore it in half!!  Dropping the remains onto to my shaking body below her, “there, now you know what will happen to you if you ever do that, to anyone again.”

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Thanks for your comments. Your perception of the characters is correct.  I was hoping  to convey his horrible behavior from the past, as a teenager, and give Molly a chance to get revenge for his past transgressions against her.  I haven't decided how far to take the madness of Molly or if I will reveal her wounds from the past.  I will write other genres of stories eventually.  For now, this type of revenge and demolition of an overly selfish character intrigues me. 

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I am a long time lurker who is trying to contribute.  Constructive criticism is welcome.  If you are under 21, go away!!  This is an adult story.  The following story is completely fictional.  It is NSFW.

Reunion, Part II

Trembling before her, I could only think about my throbbing hands, still aching from the crushing power of her grip.  I watched her hand trace the edges of her bricked abs.  The thickness of each ab pressed against one another in a constant battle for space.  Seeing my eyes looking fearfully at her midsection, she began slapping it, and popping it with her hand.  Then catching my line of sight, she slowly cracked an evil grin and exhaled.  What was already a pronounced mesh of muscle became an inhuman testament of power. 

“One minute and 30 seconds, Scotty.  Your time is wasting away, like your body and mind before me.  Give yourself a chance.  Swing away at me with your big, strong muscles.  Beat me down with your strength. I won’t hurt you… yet.”

It was now or never.  Moving into a boxer’s stance, I jabbed weakly, at her face.  But where I thought I would connect with chin I only got air.  Again I jabbed and she avoided me. Her footwork was good.  I crossed at her and switched hands, but nothing. She ducked and I stumbled wildly off to the side.  Regaining my balance, I moved in closer.

“Yes,” she purred, “come closer to me baby, come and get it.”  Pulling my arm back and swinging low, I finally connected.  Crrrunnchhh!!, went my hand as it slammed into her midsection.  “AHHhhhhhhh!!!,”  the pain of my knuckles cracking against her cobblestone abs.  I clutched my hand in pain. 

“Tisk, tisk.  Did the widdle man hurt his widdle hand on my big musckles?,” she teased.

“Too, Bad, so sad!!  One minute and then it’s my girl's turn,” flexing her massive physique showing off her best double bicep pose.  Her massive biceps threatening to rip her own skin open.  She brought them over to her face and kissed each mountainous bicep. 

Anger and rage filled my mind.  This girl, this beast, was not going to take me without a fight.  Pain or no pain, it was go time.

Screaming and charging, I launched a barrage of punches.  Damn the pain! Forget my defenses! If she wasn’t going to strike me, then fine, all or nothing.  I landed punch after punch in her midsection, shoulders and arms.  Striking wildly at her body and arms I couldn’t make contact with her face, for she had covered herself with her forearms.  I punched for all that I had.  I gave everything. A swung with a bind rage that only people who are faced with insurmountable odds can give.  That primal, blinding rage causing your world to slow, you lose your hearing, and you get tunnel vision.  I continued to pour out my anger.  I screamed and punched with everything until I could feel the pain returning to my hands, my arms getting too heavy to hold up, my breathing too labored, and my legs weakening.  I bent over, exhausted from the effort.  I backed off.  She was still covering her face, peek-a boo style.  Then, sensing my distance she looked up from her stance.

“Ohhhhhhh…  wow.  That was quite a show.  You were swinging so hard.  Your face looked so intense, like you were trying to kill me.  You would so seriously hurt me 12 years ago.  Back then you loved to taunt me, push me around, hold me down and force me to serve you.  I hated being so weak and helpless to stop you.  But now that has changed.  I love feeling you give me everything you have; knowing that your best, your most powerful punches, aren’t nearly enough.  If that was all you had, then I am sooo going to destroy you!!  I am going to enjoy watching you suffer.  Hehe…  Time’s up, here I come.”

Leering at me, she assumes her stance.  Those massive shoulders and arms cocked and ready to unleash.  Moving, as if to jab at my face, I pulled my arms up to block her, but she faked high and swung low at my exposed stomach and she brought the full weight of her power to my soft, lumpy, midsection.  THuuuummppppppppp!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Instantly, her mighty missile penetrated the soft layer of fat I had collected thru years of inactivity; then sped thru my paper thin abdominal wall, pushing my stomach and intestines in directions that they weren’t supposed to go, and finally stopping with a bone-jarring collision with my spine.  My body simply folded over her massive punch.  The shock waves vibrated throughout my entire body.  So violent was the force from that punch to my stomach, that it made my teeth shake.  My face must have been comical as all of the air from my lungs blew out of my mouth along with the contents of my stomach and plenty of blood from numerous ruptured blood vessels.  Pulling her fist back, I began falling towards the ground but she caught me with her shoulder and held me with her arm.

“Ohhhhhhhh.  That must’ve really hurt.”  She cooed, as she played with my hair.  “I hit you pretty hard.  Not with all my power, but enough.  You really haven’t been boxing much have you?  Usually, the guys I spar with are much better than you.  They usually last at least two or three minutes.” 

My body continued to spasm and wheeze as it struggled to comprehend the damage sustained.  Only her massive arms were holding me up.  My legs were gone.  I lay my head on my foe.  Her warm, thick, destructive muscles held me aloft for what seemed like an eternity.  I couldn’t feel anything but pain… pain emanating from my stomach spreading out and up my chest and down my hips.  Her hands continued to caress my hair and she swung me slowly to and fro.  Slowly my body calmed and eased.  I began to feel my feet again.

The honey sweet voice whispering sweetly into my ear, “there, there; No more boxing for you, for now.  You thought that you were doing so well against me.  Your angry face was so cute!  I used to be frightened of it.  But, not now.  You should have seen your face when I came out swinging. I thought that your eyes would pop out of your skull.  Mmmmm, there’s an idea.  I wonder if I could hit you hard enough to do that.  Or maybe, I could smash your eye sockets with my fists and then they might pop out??  Maybe, I could shatter your jaw and make a necklace out of your teeth?  Wanna find out?? No?  Maybe later then, hehe…  Now just relax Scotty, just relax.  You can clean up all that mess you made my floor in a minute.  For now, just let yourself calm down.  I guess that you give up?  All you have to say is, ‘I surrender.’” 

The words hit me like another punch.  The thought of giving up sickened me.  But, obviously, I couldn’t compete with her.  Who knows what kind of damage she had inflicted on me.  One punch.  One punch had totally destroyed my will, strength.  She could have killed me.  She still could. 

“I surrender.”  Slowly she leaned over and scooped me into her arms.  Carrying me effortlessly to the couch she gently laid me down.  She left me for a moment and returned with a wash cloth and drinks.  Looking up thru my bleary eyes, I looked into those deep green eyes… like misty meadows of grass you only see in paintings.  She smiled warmly.  Leaning over and gently wiping my face with a soft wash cloth, my view was filled with those massive breasts almost falling out of her shirt.

“You really like these don’t you,” wiggling them up a little.  “They can’t wait to get some much needed attention,” she smirked.
 
Squatting on her knees next to me, and removing her super shirt, she exposed herself to me. I was in awe.  Massive, round globes of sensualness stared up at me.  Those silver-dollar-sized areolas with wonderful, suckable peas-sized nipples aimed at me.  Closing her eyes, she cupped her breasts with her hands and rubbed them slowly and methodically. She worked her powerful fingers over her nipples twisting and squeezing them while tenderly biting her lip.  “ohhhhhhhh,” escaped from those thick juicy lips. 

Opening her eyes and smiling wickedly at me, “mmmmmm….  I’ve dreamed about you Scotty.  Everyday, I have thought about this reunion.  I have wanted you, needed you, and begged for you.  And now, you’re here; next to me.”

She rose slightly and brought her breasts appetizingly close to my face.  With a slight twitch she began to move them rhythmically in front of me.  Flexing each of her massive pecs, caused little wobbles of joy, in front of me.  Then, rising closer still and teasing me, she hovered just above my waiting lips.  Extending my tongue, I desperately tried to taste the tip of her nipple.  Straddling my form she brought herself onto the couch.  I could hear the frame creak as her mighty girth mounted the couch. 

Putting her arms above my head and slowly lowering her body onto mine, I felt her massive lower body lean into me.  Her tremendous weight instantly pinned me to the couch cushions.  She body was sooo heavy, so thick and massive.  Her hips weighed down across mine.  I was instantly hard.  She smiled at my reaction, responding by pressing a little more into my hips, crushing me further into the couch.  Her massive weight instantly trapped me.  Without any effort at all, she had completely immobilized me.  Still, she descended lower upon me.  I felt the warm unmistakable touch of that velvety soft skin.  Her gorgeous face framed by that fire-red hair moved erotically down to me.  Her lips forming an “O” face as she ran her long, sexy tongue around the contours of her mouth.  “Hungry??  Have some milk, baby.”

Finally, my lips caressed her nipple and I opened my mouth hoping for more.  She slowly dragged her breast across and down my face.  Those bountiful globes descended upon my face.  The sheer weight of them forced my head to bounce between them like a pinball.  I felt my world shrink as my head was slowly surrounded by pounds upon pounds of muscled mammeries.  Then, darkness fell around me.  She continued to lower herself until my nose pressed against those unmistakable iron-filled pec muscles.  I extended my lips and began passionately kissing her.  I extended my tongue along the incredible ridges of her pecs.  Her ridges were as thick as my fingers.  There was absolutely no give to them.  My body stiff, my crotch on fire, I yearned to enter her.  I writhed under her.  I desired to make-up for past transgressions, to please her, and receive her forgiveness.

As those thoughts floated thru my mind, another thought entered.  I needed to breathe.  So lost in the moment of lust and desire, I had forgotten that most important element.  At that moment Molly, sensing my movement, clenched her pecs enough to pinch off my nostrils.  She then continued a slow flex of her pecs until her mammeries closed off my month, and throat.  She brought her arms forward and surrounded me and the cushion below us.  I desperately tried to bring my arms out, but her back was so wide, I could hardly move.  She flared her massive lats so that I couldn’t even bend my arms to punch at her.  I tried to kick and shake but her weight was so much, I couldn’t do anything.  I screamed with what air I had.  Her response was to squeeze, tighter still.  My body began to convulse uncontrollably, stars formed, and darkness began to fall. Suddenly, the light shown and I sucked in life-giving oxygen.

“uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”  I moaned, as I gulped up the air.  Looking up at her as she leaned back so that she could see over those life-taking globes, “mmmmmmmm, I just love feeling you squirming beneath me.  I could have snuffed out your life; suffocated you without really trying.  These girls were a great investment don’t you think,” alternately flexing them above me. 

“After all, you wanted me to have them.  I am only showing you my appreciation.  I didn’t have enough for you back then.  How about now?  Are they big enough for you?  Do you need to inspect them further?,”  bringing her breasts slowly back and resting them just under my chin.  The girth of them forced my chin and neck up to its limit.  The weight of her breasts began choking my throat while she remained so calm and peaceful.  She stared passively and submissively at me, waiting patiently, for an answer. 

“No, no.  They are perfect.  I don’t need to be try them out again,” my voice cracking as I chocked out a response.

“I just want you to be happy with them,” she mocked as she sat up and leaned back on my hips.  As she rose up she grabbed my hands, shifted her weight and easily pinned them next to my hips.  Adjusting her hair, while straddling my prone body, she leered down at me thru her valley of death.  Then, smiling evilly, she began to rotate her massive glutes on my member.  Shifting her weight forward and back brought me hard instantly again. 

“ohhhhhhh,” she moaned in surprise, “all this pain and suffering I am inflicting on you and yet, I can still turn you on like a light switch.  I love this.  I love you! I love hurting you!!  Your little death spasms make me feel soooo…mmmmmm..  good!” As she spoke, she continued to grind her hips into me, stroking me.

“The way your body convulses at me; your fear, pouring out in horror at my power.  Now I understand why you used to do this to me.  The power to control, to dominate, or to kill the one that you love is so intoxicating!!  But I don’t want to kill you.  Not after I have waited so long to have you back.  I’ll have to be even more careful, though.  I don’t want to cause any permanent physical damage; maybe, just a little mental scarring.”   

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love your stuff!  I can't wait for the next installment

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