The Stingers – part 6
Rules
Janet had been riding an emotional roller-coaster since the beating incident. As she took
personal inventory, she was upset that her husband of 20 years did absolutely nothing to help
her in her ultimate time of peril. Even more than that, she was exponentially more upset that
he did nothing to help his equally in peril 18-year-old daughter. She had been dealing with
nightmares and reliving the moment over and over again in her mind and had always
wondered…what-if. What if they hadn’t been able to slightly defend themselves against the
attackers. What if the cops hadn’t arrived when they did? What if they had not only been
raped, but also killed?
As these awful thoughts went through her head in reliving the moment, she could clearly
picture Stu turtling under the bed in fear. Unable to even lift a finger to help his wife and
daughter.
The workouts with Lu were helping Janet both physically and mentally. It took her mind off of
hating Stu so much. At first, she couldn’t stand to even look at her husband, forcing him to
sleep in his upstairs office. But now, she realized he was just an absolute wimp and pussy who
couldn’t be counted on to provide financially for his family or offer any protection for them.
Now she just saw him as a leech and wanted him to earn his keep. No longer was he going to
be able to just hide in his little office cave all day, sucking the blood out of the relationship, he
was going to start earning everything she provided.
She had blown up at Stu the week before and really leaned into him verbally, but with no extra
effort or even an apology on his end. He had insulted her and even more so, insulted their
daughter. Like before though…with no repercussions. This time had to be different. But after
20 years of marriage, it was difficult for Janet to change her ways. He didn’t respond to her
verbal tirade and threats, so she knew it had to be different, it had to be a bit more physical.
He had to have a fear for her like he had for those robbers.
Janet formulated a plan, spent a week eating triple portions and doubling her Red Fox and
Eagle Blast intake. She had Lu agree to change their workout order that day and thus they did
their bodybuilding session in the morning. Her muscles were growing visibly almost daily now.
By the end of the workout, her quads were absolutely bursting with muscle. The teardrop
shape on the inside of her knees and the separated muscled in her thighs were basically
exploding out of the skin. The blocks of muscle that made up her abs were also protruding out
greatly and looked like little packs of bulletproof Kevlar underneath the tight, tanned skin.
Powerful pecs were now clearly defined and strong. She could bounce them at will and they
were hard as granite. Her growing biceps and triceps now filled any shirt she tried to wear, and
when she flexed them, balls of muscles erupted upward.
She looked formidable and she knew it. She never could have dreamed of being so muscular
and strong several months ago, but with hard work and the new supplements, it had become a
reality.
Janet and Lu arrived home from their workout. Lu quickly showered up and headed to school
while Janet put her new plan in action. She wasn’t 100% sure it was going to work, but she
needed a change in attitude from Stu that had not taken place at all since her beating or her
tirade the previous week. Something more convincing was needed and she thought she knew
the answer.
As soon as she heard Lu and Steve leave, she put on Lu’s black boxing shorts and sports bra and
waltzed into Stu’s office. The lazy bastard was still sleeping comfortably so she turned on the
lights and demanded that he get up! In his usual, defiant way, Stu said, “Jan…I’m trying to
sleep, give me 30 more minutes.”
“Like a little fucking kid!” Janet thought to herself. She walked over, grabbed his shoulder and
rolled him forcefully out of bed and onto the floor. “Get Up!” she demanded as he hit the floor.
“What the fuck’s your problem Janet?” he yelled, completely annoyed by his wife’s irrational
behavior.
He stood up quickly, rubbing his eyes and about to give it to her. But what he witnessed in
front of him changed his mind immediately. The sight of his wife gave him pause for the first
time ever! His wife had grown over two inches recently and also stood in her black running
shoes, giving her additional height. She easily towered 5 inches above him now as he stood in
his bare feet. Stu had to peer way up to look at her.
Janet’s feet were spread wide with her muscle-bound quads flexed to maximum size. Her
calves seemed huge to him and he wondered when the hell she developed such huge muscles
there. She had her hands on her hips and was fully flexed. It gave him a view of her insane lat
spread. Her biceps and shoulders were also filled with muscle, the shoulders capped with
pounds and pounds of powerful meat. Janet’s neck was also thick with muscle now and a huge,
blood filled vein ran up both sides and into the underside of her powerful looking jaw.
She had never flexed like this for Stu, and her recent size gains and massive pump from this
morning’s workout and the Eagle Blast made it look to Stu like she had hulked-out overnight.
He was intimidated and Janet knew it…and loved it. She grabbed his hand and forcefully pulled
him downstairs. It wasn’t a loving type of grasp she had on his hand. It was strong, powerful
and commanding as she led him to the kitchen.
He looked up and down her backside as she pulled him along. The bulging muscles covering her
wide, athletic back were huge. He didn’t even know you could build muscles there, and he was
in awe. His wife was becoming a huge bodybuilder and he felt even more feeble and disgusted
as they moved forward.
As they arrived in the kitchen, Janet sat them in stools on opposite sides of the center island.
“Here’s the deal Stu.” She said, “If you beat me at arm wrestling, I’ll let you continue on your
lazy, non-supportive ass. However, If I win, you’ll start carrying your weight around here and
make up for all your years and years of pathetic, sloth-like behavior.”
Janet knew he had to accept the challenge. For one, not accepting the match would make him
basically admit that he was a lazy bum. Secondly, Janet had been cold and bitchy to him
recently. He needed the opportunity to beat her and make her eat a little crow, and also quit
chirping at him all the time. As muscular as Janet was getting, Stu had always been stronger
than her and assumed he still was. His arms were bigger, although untrained.
“Ok Janet. I win, and you quit bitching at me constantly, and quit working out. You’re starting
to look like a roided up freak.” Stu demanded.
He certainly didn’t need to add the last part of the comment, but Janet smiled, said, “Agreed!”
and placed her hand and arm up on the table.
Even unflexed, Janet’s arm was looking bulky and strong. As Stu placed his arm up on the table,
it was not as big as he had thought. His wife’s biceps looked as big as his and her damn forearm
was all pumped up and thick. He immediately realized the match was not going to be as easy as
he had expected. At the same time, Janet was also surprised. Stu had always outweighed her
by about 100 pounds and seemed much bigger. But his weight had all gone to his belly over the
last few years and his biceps and forearms seemed smaller, softer and weaker than ever.
As they locked grips, Janet squeezed her hand mightily. “Ahhhhhh!” Stu’s hand crumbled
under her pressure and he let out a loud scream of agony.
With all of the weightlifting, the tendons and muscles in her hands had thickened and
strengthened tremendously. Janet was as surprised as her husband that she was able to
collapse his hand so easily. She let go and he pulled his hand back immediately. As he sat there
trying to shake out the pain, Janet smiled, knowing she had grown stronger than him, able to
defeat him and cause considerable pain with a simple squeeze of her hand.
He looked back and noticed her pleasure filled grin. She showed no signs of remorse, like the
old Janet would have. He realized now that this was not a game, and his wife was determined
to win.
He shook his hand a few more moments and then angrily placed it back on the table and said,
“Can you at least wait till I’m ready this time Janet?”
“Sure hun.” She used a sarcastic, affectionate term as she placed her arm on the table and
again locked grips.
Just to be a jerk, Stu decided to surprise her with his own death grip. He unexpectedly
tightened his palm and squeezed as hard as he could. But his wife’s hand felt thick and solid as
a rock. His pressure did very little and as he looked at his wife in the eyes, another wry smile
covered her lips as she knew what he just failed to accomplish.
Realizing she was ready for him, Stu relaxed slightly but held his wife’s hand firmly. The tension
between the two could be cut with a knife. Janet looked over and said, “Whenever you’re
ready.”
Stu said ok and began counting down, “3…2…1…Go!”
With a heave, both of them flexed their arms and applied maximum pressure. It was a
stalemate for about three seconds before Stu’s arm began to slowly move back. With grim
determination, Janet pushed hard and to her and Stu’s surprise, his arm continued to move
back. A sense of extreme joy was overcoming her and a smile began to cover her face as she
realized she was going to win…and within three more seconds her husband’s hand was banged
hard against the table.
Janet jumped up for joy, her muscular arms raised high above her head. She spun around in a
full circle, pumping her fists. The show of victory over him made him more angry and he began
claiming immediately that he wasn’t ready.
“Ya!” Janet said loudly. “You weren’t ready for these babies!” as she gave him a full doublebiceps pose. The muscle in her arms was beyond impressive and Stu’s fears that his wife was
becoming a muscular female bodybuilder were confirmed. But as much as he was against the
very muscular look, Stu also didn’t like the thought that his wife might actually be stronger than
him too.
She flexed and posed and tried to show off her clear dominance over Stu. But he was in a state
of denial. “OK, OK Janet.” He said, “You got me on round one but I demand a rematch.”
Still on cloud nine from her victory, Janet quickly took her seat across from him again and said,
“You’re on Stu…but I’m coming at you even harder this time!”
Over the past 60 seconds, Stu had somehow convinced himself that he hadn’t given it his all.
He decided he would put all his weight into this match. He squinted his eyes, locked grips with
his wife and again began the countdown. But this time, he couldn’t help himself and decided to
slightly cheat. As he counted down from 3, to 2, to 1, to Go! He actually started right before
the word Go!
Stu jumped the gun and applied maximum pressure, but Janet’s arm barely budged. And once
she felt the early tension, she flexed her muscles hard, stopping him in his tracks. But in
addition to his early start, Stu also leaned his entire upper body over his arm, giving him even
more leverage.
But it wasn’t enough. Janet was a lot stronger than him now and with a massive thrust, Janet
didn’t just move his arm back, she forced his whole body over as well with her lightning bolt
application of power. Because of his awkward position, as his arm got thrown back, his whole
upper body twisted over. As his arm was being blasted into the table, he fell over and landed
like a heap of trash on the floor.
“How’s that for a fucking win Stu…How’s that for a fucking win?” Janet exclaimed as she stood
up and raised her muscular arms again in victory.
Stu couldn’t believe it. Not only had his wife beaten him at a physical match of strength, she
had won decisively. It was hard for him to process and as much of a pussy as he had turned
into over the years, he still couldn’t accept this result.
He slowly stood and peered way up into his victorious wife’s eyes. They were full of life and
joyful in her win. As Janet looked back, she could tell he didn’t have the look of ultimate defeat
in his eyes. He seemed more angry, and in disbelief than in utter admiration of her
overwhelming strength over him. “What?” she asked confidently, “Do you wanna go LeftHanded?”
Knowing this might be his only shot at redemption he agreed immediately.
Stu then sat in her seat in a pathetic attempt to suggest she had won because her seat had
some sort of advantage over his. Janet laughed out loud and said, “Ok Stu…I’m sure that’s why
I defeated you.”
He didn’t necessarily believe it either, but that was easier to believe for him, than the fact that
his wife had just destroyed him at arm wrestling. A moment later, he presented his arm and
she hers. This time she decided to begin the count, to be extra ready for his attack. “She slowly
counted, “3…2…1…Go!”
She tightened up massively, her biceps and forearms flexed thickly with powerful muscle. But
Stu wasn’t left-handed. The pressure she faced seemed almost non-existent. Janet began to
laugh out loud as Stu’s face was turning red from his effort. But to his dismay, her arm wasn’t
even budging back. She just held it vertically, like a stone. In a show of complete dominance,
Janet brought her right hand up to her mouth and began to patiently blow on her fingernails,
like he was a complete weakling, unable to provide a challenge for her.
Knowing she definitely could easily smash his left hand to the table, she got a bit cocky. “Why
don’t you try two hands?” she asked sarcastically.
His face was about to explode with effort. He originally declined, but as the seconds and
pressure wore on, and his left arm began to tire, he took the bait. Stu reached up with his right
hand, grabbed the top off their locked grips and began to use it against her as well. But his left
hand had already lost most of its strength and now it was just basically his right arm, in an
awkward position, vs. her left arm. Janet leaned in slightly, flexed her muscle-laden shoulder
powerfully and with a tremendous burst of power, in only four seconds, forced his arms firmly
against the table.
Instead of jumping for joy, Janet realized both of Stu’s hands were trapped under hers. He was
basically held motionless on the table by just one of her arms. So she took the opportunity to
again blow on the fingernails of her right hand and said, “Ok Stuey, are we all in agreement
here now about who’s stronger?”
It was hard for him to argue, as she was clearly holding him forcefully against his will. He had to
concede to get her to release him and he finally relented. “Yes Janet. Yes, you’re a bit
stronger.”
He had to throw in the comment that she was just a little stronger, even though anyone
witnessing her victories would clearly say she was much stronger than him.
Before she let him go, she brought her right arm up, flexed her bicep firmly, into a beautiful ball
of muscle and then leaned into it and gave it a kiss. “Well Stu, I guess I’m keeping these
babies.” She said, knowing she had clearly won their bet.
But Stu pined. He now had a wife that was smarter than him, taller than him, fitter than him,
stronger than him and made way more money than him. He only had one last gasp of
something he thought he could hold over her and thus blurted out, “Janet, you may have put
on some muscle and be able to win a little arm-wrestling contest, but don’t get too cocky. If
you had to fight a guy, you would learn really quick that lifting a few dumbbells and being good
at arm-wrestling will do you no good.”
“What! What are you saying? That you could kick my ass?” She blurted out loudly.
“C’mon Janet, I would never fight you. I’m just saying, that no woman is going to beat up a guy
no matter how much weight she can lift. So please don’t be too full of yourself.” He answered
back confidently.
“Hmh, hmh.” She murmured. “Stay right here, I’ll b right back.” She demanded as she headed
into the garage.
Janet grabbed a black bag out of her car and walked back into the kitchen. Stu was still standing there,
kind of shaking out his arm. The stress of flexing it so hard and the force with which it struck the table
had left it a bit sore. As Janet approached, he quickly stopped.
She reached into the bag and tossed some MMA gear on the table. There were sparring gloves and
headgear. “I know you think I’m still a wimpy, helpless woman Stu, but I pack a punch. Let me show
you” she finished and began putting on the equipment.
“So, we’re going to fight now?” he questioned his wife.
“Just a little sparring Stu, but I think I might be able to prove I’m a bit tougher than you thought.” She
answered.
“I don’t know Janet. I really don’t want to hurt you. This seems dumb.” Stu said.
“Seriously Stu, Lu and I spare all the time at the gym, it’s fun, you get a good workout,
and you will get a little bit of the taste of what I can do to protect myself.” Janet said confidently.
Reluctantly, Stu allowed Janet to put on his headgear and help him put on the gloves. She then did the
same and asked him to follow her onto the grass out front.
Once outside, Janet instructed him to start giving her some little rabbit punches in the gut. He played
along and gave her a few taps to the abs. He did notice they were absolutely rock hard, thick as brick
looking muscles and had to know she barely felt his strikes. She laughed loudly and said, “Seriously Stu,
take it up a notch, give me some punches.
Stu started the little bout thinking he wouldn’t do anything more than play, but she seemed to handle
his medium level punches with ease, and she continued to make fun of him. “Come on lard ass!” she
said, “Lu punches five times harder than you.”
He was still embarrassed about losing so badly at arm-wrestling earlier. It gave him the motivation to
put a little more effort into his blows. So he punched harder, then harder and even harder into her
midsection. But Janet continued to laugh loudly at his weak punches. “No offense Stu, but there are 13-
year-old girls that punch harder than you.”
“Janet, I know that, but I’m warning you, If you want me to actually hit you as hard as I can, you’ll get
hurt.” He warned.
“I don’t believe you.” She replied, “I kicked your ass inside and your weak ass little arms couldn’t hurt a
fly. Give me all you got Stu…I can handle it.”
“Ok…I warned you.” Stu said loudly and then he reared his arm back for a strong blow.
He whipped his arm around as hard as he could and Janet flexed her abs and obliques hard. She slightly
bent into the punch, curling her body slightly towards that angle to put all of her muscle into the
defense. His glove hit her side with a thud. Stu felt a sharp pain shoot through his arm with the sudden
stop, as it felt like he had just punched a brick wall. He looked at Janet in the eye to see if she had felt
the massive blow. She had a grin on her face and asked, “Really, was that all you’ve got?”
Stu was flabbergasted. He had just thrown his strongest punch into her side and she barely even felt it.
Without warning, he brought his left arm back and whipped it into her other side with his full force. It
basically bounced off her tight, bulging oblique muscles and she clearly barely felt the impact.
Frustrated, Stu put everything into the right arm again and shot his fist directly into her stomach. Again,
it was met with rock-hard defiance and this time the bolt of pain shot right through his shoulder. Stu
was basically hurting himself trying to hit his wife.
Janet laughed and said, “See Stu…a little tougher than you thought. My turn now..but I’ll only hit you
with half power.”
Stu kind of readied himself as his wife kind of bounced around in front of him on her toes. Her athletic,
muscular frame was moving quickly and, in a flash, that he didn’t even see, her right hand smacked into
his side. Massive pain blasted through his body and he doubled over immediately, struggling to even
breath. Before he could put his hand up to ask her to pause, she impacted his other side with another
forceful blow. This one hurt even more and he crumbled to the ground in pain, breathless and staring
up at his towering, muscle-laden wife.
“Oh my God Stu! Two little half-punches and you’re on the ground rolling around like a helpless little
bitch.” Janet yelled. “Get up Stu…let’s go.”
He kind of rolled over on his stomach, stayed there for another thirty seconds and eventually was able
to breath normally. He was a little surprised at how hard she punched, but figured he just wasn’t ready
for the blow and she used all of her strength. He felt his ALPHA status slipping and needed another
chance, wanting to prove that she was the woman and he was the man of the house.
Stu stood up, kind of brushed himself off and took a deep breath. Like he had seen her do, he kind of
tried to bounce a little on his feet and almost jump towards her with a striking blow. With all of his
strength, and a little momentum, he punched Janet forcefully. It was by far his strongest punch and
Janet stayed steady, absorbing the blow easily with her muscle-laden frame. His glove and arm bounced
hard off of her body and it was clear that his blows had no effect on her. He dug in and tried another
punch and another and another. He couldn’t hurt her at all and her loud laughs as he tried were really
pissing him off.
As he was about to throw another blow, Janet popped him in the side of the head. He wasn’t expecting
it and it knocked him off balance. He stumbled several feet and almost fell over. “My goodness Stu, if
all men are as wimpy as you, I’ll have no problems defending myself!” she quipped with her demeaning
tone.
“Oh, we’re doing head shots now Janet!!!?” He said angrily.
“Ya!” She answered back. “That’s what the head gear is for dumbass.” Continuing her verbal assault
and trying to upset him even more.
He gathered himself and got back in front of her and took more of an aggressive, boxing stance. He was
looking up at her, and considering taking a swipe at her head, but still reluctant. But before he could
really decide, she threw a straight jab. BLAM! His head shot back and he stumbled back several feet as
well. He shook his head, as even her jab rattled him pretty good. She just motioned to him to come at
her and yelled, “Let’s go Stu!!!”
Now totally pissed, and a bit embarrassed, Stu rushed her. As he got close, he swung his right fist at her
headgear. She ducked and he missed badly. She took the opportunity to give him a quick gut shot. The
force of her strong blow folded him in half and with a loud gasp, he fell to the ground again struggling to
breath.
In less than a couple of minutes, and from only a few blows, Stu seemed tired and out of gas. Janet
waited patiently and said, “Take your time Stu, I want 30 seconds of All-You-Got when you’re ready.” At
this point, she knew she had him beat easily. She couldn’t believe a man could become so weak and
pathetic, but he was definitely that.
Stu was a disheveled mess, laying on the ground and trying to get back a little energy. He really was out
of shape and Janet was still fresh as a daisy. She waited and waited and waited. He seemed to need
almost five minutes to fully recover. But he finally got up and raised his arms, ready to go.
“Ok Stu.” Janet reminded her husband. “I’ve got this headgear on for a reason. Seriously, give me all
you have and let’s finish this debate once and for all.”
It’s not easy to take a head shot, but Janet needed to know. As Stu approached, she let him take a few
punches without hitting back. He struck her arms and hands, which she had instinctively put up in
defense. The blows seemed like little bird punches compared to Lu’s, so Janet eventually lowered her
hands. Stu immediately made contact and struck her right on the side of the head. It didn’t even phase
her. Janet took two more and his punches seemed to just bunce off her sturdy head and gear. She then
lowered her hands leaned forward slightly and held out her head. He belted her with one, then another,
then another punch.
He was a fucking weak ass wimp. Janet began laughing at how light his punches felt. It only made him
madder, and he swung at her headgear with all his might. Janet’s head barely budged. She stood up,
almost on her tippy toes. Her tall, muscular physique towered over his. Still laughing, she took a step
back and said softly, “My turn.”
Stu couldn’t believe his wife was able to handle all of his punches so easily. She seemed completely
unphased and his heart sunk down inside his chest. For the first time in their marriage, a bit of fear
creeped in as he saw his wife’s determined stare.
Stu brought his hands up in defense. Janet nailed him with a right to his left shoulder. The immense
power knocked him several feet to his right. Just as he started to get his balance, Janet was already
waiting and thrust another huge punch into his left shoulder. It was the hardest Stu had ever been hit in
his life and he flew back to the right. She pinballed him two more times, letting he feel how strong his
wife was. But she was just being nice.
Now completely in protect mode and fearing the next punch, Stu began to back up. But Janet was way
too quick, she blasted a shot into his arms and they were forced way to the side, completely exposing
his head. Before he had time to bring his arms back up, Janet followed with a left hook to the headgear.
The punch blasted him explosively and his jaw felt like it had broken off of his face from the force of the
blow. He was immediately dazed and about to go down. His arms fell to his sides, but Janet wasn’t
done teaching him who’s boss.
She grabbed the collar of his shirt and held him up. His arms had fallen to his sides and she had an open
target. With her padded MMA gloves, and him wearing protective headgear Janet knew it wouldn’t kill
him, but it sure would hurt. She threw three consecutive, monster shots into his face. The powerful
shots not only knocked him out cold, but also burst open his nose. Blood flew all over the place and as
Janet set her unconscious husband onto the ground, she reveled in the sight of this muther fucker on
the ground, in pain, like she and Lu had been a few months before.
Janet walked victoriously in the house, she had owed him that beating for months and it was a relief to
finally get it out of her system and not want to kick the living shit out of him every second of every day.
She took off her headgear and gloves, grabbed a comfortable chair next to the front window and stared
out at her knocked out husband.
He eventually woke up and began to move around. He shook his head and kind of rolled over to get up.
But Janet had hit him so hard in the arms, they didn’t really work right and as he tried to push himself
up, his arms collapsed, and he fell back to the grass. She chuckled at the sight of her beat up husband,
confused and weakened from her beating. He deserved it for letting Lu and her get beat up by the
robbers and she had finally exacted her revenge. Just as she was taking a sip of her protein drink and
watching Stu struggle, their really attractive neighbor Lydia walked up from across the street and began
helping Stu to his feet. Janet had caught Stu ogling Lydia thru their window on a couple of occasions and
knew he had a bit of a crush on her. She was shorter than Janet and thin, but with nice breasts. Three
things Janet knew she didn’t possess. She knew she had another opportunity here and immediately ran
out to great them.
“Oh, hi Lydia.” Janet shouted as she walked out of the house and towards them.
“HI Janet.” Lydia responded, “What happened to Stu?”
“He and I were having a little MMA boxing workout and I guess I got a bit carried away and got him with
a few good punches.” Janet answered back.
Stu was still a bit too dazed and confused to speak. Janet just grabbed him under the arm and said,
“Thanks for the help Lydia, but I’ll take him from here.”
“Oh, ok Janet, it’s just that I actually saw your little bout from my front window, and it looked like you
really kicked his ass!” Lydia stated, with a bit of concern for Stu, but also with some admiration for
Janet.
“Ya, well, I guess I didn’t know my own strength. But I’ll play a little nicer next time, I promise.” Janet
reassured Lydia as she led Stu to the door.
“Um, ok Janet.” Lydia said back, “um, but I’d love to hear what you’re doing to get so fit. Can we grab
some coffee and chat one of these days?”
For some weird reason, Janet now found Lydia extremely attractive. She had never really ogled her, or
any other women in the past, but now, at this moment, there was a definite spark. She eagerly
answered, “Absolutely Lydia! I’d love to. I’ll give you a call tomorrow and we can catch up…and I’ll bring
you some diet and exercise info.”
“Thanks Janet.” She said excitedly, “Looking forward to it.”
With that little distraction out of the way, Janet shoved Stu into the downstairs bathroom. He kind of
fell into the wall, blood covering his face and gloves. She left him to clean up and care for himself. She
knew he’d see his busted-up nose and bruised face in the mirror and know his wife was the one who
was now the ALPHA around here. Happily, she began to lay out the new “Rules of the House.” That she
was going to present to him later that night and expect him to follow explicitly…paving the way for her
and Lu to spend their energy pumping iron and getting huge while he took care of all of the household
duties and chores…
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