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Old 06-26-2014, 02:08 AM   #1
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Michaela (known to her friends as Mickey) Del Ponce was sitting at her breakfast nook when she saw it. the was a small ad in the back of the classified section, advertising a charity auction in two days time. As Mickey had come into a tidy sum of money through inheritance and investment, she tried to ‘give back to the community’ every now and then. She read further down the advert and saw that it was a fundraiser for a local childrens hospital. But really, it was the last line of the ad before the phone number that cemented her plans it read Buy a date for a good cause! Gorgeous men just asking for your bid!

Michaela looked around her home. It was big place, with 5 bedrooms and a full basement decorated to her taste, but it had been empty for a long while. Even though she only worked part time, she rarely had time to herself to pursue a relationship, or even an occasional one night stand. She was 30 years old and turned heads no matter where she went with her 5’6 frame, snapping green eyes and dark auburn hair. She capped the whole picture off with her generous breasts and full, firm ass she liked to show off in form fitting skirts or tight jeans.

Maybe it was time to let her hair down for a night… Mickey picked up the phone and made the call. She reserved a table and a bidding card for the evening ahead, listening to the spiel about the 100.00 minimum starting bid etc etc. As she hung up the phone she laughed out loud at herself. She was slightly excited at the prospect of this, even though she already knew the guys they roped into these auctions were usually shy retiring, slightly homely gentlemen hoping to get a pity date with someone who hopefully wasn’t old enough to be their parent. And even if there was a half decent looking man there, it wasn’t as though he would be interested in the things Mickey liked. The best she could hope for realistically, was a nice dinner with a person of the opposite sex, no more, no less.

Two nights later, Mickey sat on the couch and slipped the straps of her high heels over her heels and stood, adjusting the hem of her slim fitting little black dress so it fell in natural waves over her hips and across her thighs. The neckline plunged to a point just past the curve of her breast, but a little spray had affixed the material so she wasn’t worried about her tits falling out! Scooping her keys and purse off the table by the door she left, climbing into her bright red Jag and pulling out into traffic.

Arriving at the auction, she handed her keys to the valet, smiling to herself as she heard his low whistle as she nodded thanks to the doorman as she entered the hotel. Making her way to the banquet hall she signed in and took her bidders card. Collecting a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, she sipped it and glanced around, laughing silently to herself at the sight of just what she had expected; a bunch of middle aged housewives and blue haired old ladies all milling around cackling like a bunch of hens.

Soon there was a stir up front and Mickey took a seat. She sat through the opening announcements, then the first few auctionees. They too were about what she expected, and she was tempted to leave, mailing in some sort of donation in the next few days instead. Something held her back though, and soon she realised what it was. As the auctioneer started talking up “number 31”, she sat up in her seat paying close attention.

He was handsome, and there was something about him, in the piercingly direct gaze he turned on the crowd. When the bidding began she held back. Of course, the bidding was fast and frenzied, but it began to peter out, stalling at 1900.00. Mickey had a number in mind for her intended donation and now she spoke, calling out “2500.00” as she held up her card for the number to be noted. As the room fell silent, she knew she had a date.
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Old 06-28-2014, 04:16 PM   #2
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"I still can't believe I let them talk me into this..." Zeke whispered silently to himself as he consciously drowned out the sound of the auctioneer taking bids. How in the hell did he, of all people, end up in a group like this being auctioning off a date to whatever old hag had the money for it?

Zeke cast another glance down the row of guys that he with. On either side of him were either young and shy looking guys that barely looked old enough to consent to something this, or older guys, well past their primes. He shook his head softly. God knows he didn't need help getting a date, not like the rest of these guys. Hell, he had a contact list on his phone full of chicks who would willingly be a booty call, no strings attached.

Zeke did actually know why he was here, but he still couldn't believe it. He'd let his friends talk him into doing this, under the guise that they were going to be doing it too, and for some stupid reason, he'd believed them! He was just glad that they weren't here though. They were probably off at some party getting drunk, laid or both.

The only thing that pulled Zeke out of his own head was the feeling of the guy beside him heading towards the stage, signaling that he would be next. He gave a heavy sigh before straightening the black tuxedo he wore and stood up straight.

“Number 31 Zeke Dempsey, fresh out of college with a major in creative writing, and star of the track team for the past three years. Which one of you lucky ladies is feeling lucky?"

After he heard the last bit of the bio that he'd given the announcer to read, Zeke started to move, stepping away from the side wall where the auctionees were on display. His gait was strong and proud, just like the rest of his 6'2" frame. His shoulders were squared, and the tuxedo clung tightly to the arms that had their own layer of muscle. Every bit of him was lithe and strong. He'd trained in both the sprints and the long races in school, and excelled at both of them.

When Zeke got to the platform in the center of the front of the stage, he stepped up onto it, fixed a small but confident smile on his face, and fixed his piercing blue gaze on the crowd. He couldn't make out many more than the first few rows though, because of the strong spotlights that were centered on the platform. Topping him off was his thick black hair, cut short but track, but starting to grow out. There was just a little bit of spike to it for a bit of volume.

The bidding started out frantic, something that made Zeke scoff the slightest bit. He was probably the best looking guy half these old ladies had seen in more years than he'd care to admit. Despite himself though, Zeke was surprised when the bid topped the thousand dollar mark. Most of the people before him had gone for seven fifty or lower.

“2500.00”

The bid came from a person lost in the crowd. It pulled a gasp from the crowd, which was followed immediately by silence.

"Sold, for $2500.00."

Zeke turned his body halfway, offering up a brief post from his other side before turning the rest of the way, stepping down, and heading towards the wall at the other side of the stage. He stepped into the line of misfits and zoned out once more, waiting for a fate that he knew had to be bad.Who else but some old bat would throw that much money out at a charity auction for a single date?
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Old 07-04-2014, 03:15 AM   #3
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Mickey knew her 2500.00 bid had shocked more than a few of both the bidders and those being bid on, perhaps none more than her date himself. She watched him turn and pause, letting all the eyes in the room feast on his profile before he filed off the stage to let the next soul take his place. She smiled to herself listening to the renewed bidding that seemed far more spirited as if the remaining bidders had been challenged to measure up. She gave the equivalent to a mental shrug. Afterall it was all for a good cause.

Wishing to conclude her transaction, Mickey rose from her seat and made her way to the back of the room. The set up for payments was a bit backwards and she spent several minutes finding the person in charge and convincing them that she didn’t want to wait until the end of the auction. Finally he accepted her cheque and handed her a tax receipt. Only then did she turn back to the front and the date she could see waiting there.

She stopped, and waited patiently until he half turned and noticed her standing there. She arched an eyebrow at him and said, “Zeke I presume? My name is Mickey, and I believe I own you….” Her voice trailed off almost suggestively before she tacked on the finish of the statement saying, “For a night of course. I won your bid.”

While she waited on his response her eyes took him in once more. Up close he was even hotter, the way his tux clung to him gave a hint to washboard abs beneath his clothes. She could see by his expression that he seemed a little surprised and she teased, “I could find one of the blue hairs if you would prefer.”

She made arrangements to meet in two days time for dinner and an evening of clubbing and dancing, giving Zeke her address and instructions on when to pick her up. Shortly afterward, Mickey left the auction, wondering how it could be that she could feel the slight frisson of excitement at a simple dinner and dancing date. It wasn’t as though she was about to have him back to her place for extracurricular activities of the varieties she enjoyed, so why should she get excited about it?

Two days later, Mickey leaned forward and pursed her lips as she applied a blood red colour to her lips. The silken sheath of her black dress clung to her curves once more, the plunging back stopped a mere inch above the cleft of her ass. It set off her body to perfection and she knew it.

When the doorbell rang she answered, her eyes drinking in the sight of her handsome date. Picking up a small clutch she exited her home, locking the door behind her. Zeke handed her into the car, then took the wheel, driving to a small intimate surf and turf type restaurant. She ordered a steak and shrimp skewers, making small talk with Zeke.

She discovered they had similar tastes in music, food and movies. They both slept naked, voted the same way in most elections. As the evening wore on a little more, Mickey decided she actually genuinely liked Zeke. He seemed to like her as well, and she caught herself flirting outrageously with him, leaning in, touching him when she had the opportunity. It didn’t change when they arrived at the club. If anything, the flirting intensified because now she could use her whole body. She rubbed against him, blatantly attempting to turn him on, and it seemed to work as he responded to her flirtation.

As the evening drew to a close, Zeke drove her home. As they arrived back at her house, She turned to Zeke and invited him inside. It was pretty clear what she was offering, though in her head at least, Mickey was already reining herself back. She liked Zeke, but there were some things a casual encounter didn’t need to know… or so she kept telling herself.

The door closed behind them and they were already in each others arms, kissing as if their life depended on it. Mickey took control of the kiss, pressing against him sensuously, in turn pressing him up against the door. Soon though, it wasn’t enough, and Mickey’s hand fisted in his shirt and almost yanked him completely off balance as she pulled him through to sit on the couch as she straddled his legs. Slowly she began taking control of the situation, as was her nature, pushing for a little more, gradually until she pressed his arms up to lock behind his head as her lips and teeth began to kiss and nip at his neck. She pushed him, until suddenly she felt resistance from him...
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Old 07-06-2014, 01:48 AM   #4
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To say that Zeke was eager for this night to be over was an understatement to say the least. He stood in line with the others as patiently as he could, watching the men who had been lined up on the other side of him get auctioned off one by one.

Zeke was too focused on what was happening up on stage to be too bothered with what was happening in his immediate surroundings. He wasn't expecting to be approached until the auction was over. A brief bit of motion in front and beside him caught his attention though, and he was pleasantly surprised at what he saw when he turned in that direction and gave it his full attention.

The woman that he saw was a pleasant surprise. He certainly hadn't been expecting to see any attractive women at this auction, let alone somebody as beautiful as the woman he looked at.

Despite Zeke's surprise, he was not one to be embarrassed easily. He let the small and confident smile that he often wore come back to his face as he obviously gave the woman a once over with his eyes. Every bit of her was stunning, from the bright green eyes to her dark auburn hair, and of course the figure that he couldn't have missed if he tried, particularly the bountiful breasts that almost begged to be let free of the dress that she wore.

“Zeke I presume? My name is Mickey, and I believe I own you….“\For a night of course. I won your bid. I could find one of the blue hairs if you would prefer.”

The woman's voice was pleasant enough, and certainly reflected a confidence befitting somebody with a body like that who knew how pretty she was and what she could get away with as a result. It didn't pass his notice that Mickey looked him over in a fashion very similar to the one he'd used on her. A slight scoff slipped from his lips at her final words though, as well as a chuckle.

"No, please don't do that." Zeke said confidently with both a smile and a laugh. "It would be a shame to turn this dream back into the nightmare that I was expecting until about ninety seconds ago..."

Zeke let his words trail off suggestively, not the least bit shy about letting her know what he thought of her, especially compared to what they'd both clearly been expecting to be surrounded by.

Though he was admittedly disappointed that he had to wait, something that surprised himself, Zeke made arrangements with the woman to meet in a couple days for the date that she'd paid for. They agreed on a place and a time and went their separate ways.

It was rare for Zeke to look forward to a date as much as he was looking forward to this one with Mickey, but it was a welcome reprieve from his normal routine. He made sure that the tuxedo he'd worn to the auction was cleaned, pressed, and ready for their date.

Almost before he knew it, Zeke was driving to the address that Mickey gave him. His green mustang had seen better days, but was far from a rust bucket. It did seem a bit out of place compared to the lavish house that he picked Mickey up from though. She didn't say anything about it after he met her at the door at escorted her to it though.

It was impossible not to notice how attractive Mickey was in the dress that she wore, but Zeke did his best to try not to stare as he focused on both his meal and the conversation the two struck up. It flowed seamlessly from topic to topic, including some that he hadn't been expecting, even from somebody as confident as her.

Once dinner was over, and the two of them were at the dance club, the small and subtle advances that Mickey had been making got that much more bold. She danced close to him and rubbed against him at every opportunity and then some. Zeke couldn't help but respond in kind though, pressing against her as he let his hands explore the curve of her hips and ass.

Despite the activities of the night, Zeke was still surprised when Mickey invited him inside after their official date was complete. His response was immediate though, as her advances had certainly had their desired effect. Zeke was again caught off guard when the intensity between the two of them all but exploded. The second the door was closed, the two of them were all over each other. Her lips crushed against his as she shoved him against the closed door and practically devoured him.

Zeke was not one to be outdone though, and met Mickey every step of the way and then some. His hands were all over her hips, back, and ass, right up to the point where she grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him forward so fast and hard that he stumbled and almost fell. Before he knew it, she had him planted on the couch and was straddling his lips. He felt her grab his wrists, but didn't resist her when she slowly pulled them up and back behind his head, her hands holding his wrists with a strength that surprised him. When she pounced on his neck though, kissing and nipping with increasing ferocity, he had to slow things down.

With more force than he'd expected to need, Zeke tore his hands free of Mickey's grasp and braced them against her shoulders, pushing her upper body to the full of his arm's length. "Woah there Mickey..." Zeke said, clearly breathless from the intensity of the situation. "Take it easy..."
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"Woah there Mickey...Take it easy..." Zeke was clearly breathless and seeking to regain a little control of the situation and Mickey let him go, sitting up a bit and regarding him with a half smile. She adjusted on his lap looking a bit like a queen on her throne for a long moment, then offered a throaty chuckle and slid off his lap.

“And here I thought you were mine for the night” Her voice was both a tease and a challenge as she turned and crossed into the kitchen, coming back with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Taking a seat beside him on the couch she regarded him over the rim of her glass as she took a sip, then cradled it by the bowl in her lap.

Her piercing eyes never left his as she murmured, “I have been alone for a long time. I also am employed in a relatively high powered job where I am required to be in charge of several people who can’t seem to wipe their own asses without being told how, when and why. I suppose I have become accustomed to taking what I want.” She carefully neglected to mention the fact that unlike some people, Mickey liked the power and control her job gave her, and sometimes in personal reflection she realised that her personal life had spilled over into her job, or perhaps vice versa.

Continuing she gave him a frank appraisal as she spoke, “I freely admit I go after the things I want and what I want tonight is you. But you’re right. Perhaps I should slow down a little. It is still early afterall. You weren’t planning on leaving right away were you?” The last was more of a statement than a question as Mickey sipped her drink again.

Relaxing into the seat Mickey slowly relaxed, letting go of the tightly wound spring way she carried herself. She reached up and unclipped her hair, letting it cascade down her back as she continued a light easy conversation with Zeke. as if the near attack had never happened. It was a bit surprising for her to discover that she was enjoying the simple company of the man beside her, and that she was liking him as a person, not just for the body she had admired since he had stepped onto the stage.

Refilling their glasses periodically Mickey inched closer on the couch until her bent leg was pressed against his, flirting openly with him, when she suddenly excused herself. She had become aware that she was still dressed in the short little black dress and it was a bit uncomfortable. Knowing that Zeke likely thought she was going to the washroom or some equally mundane thing, she went instead to the bedroom, pausing to thoughtfully kick a random pair of panties discretely under the bed and out of sight.

Stripping off the dress she hung it carefully on its hangar and then donned a pair of silky black lounging pants and a soft pink camisole without a bra. Her nipples hardened at the contact with the satiny material and she pressed her palms over them pressing lightly until they went away. Eyeing herself in the full length mirror attached to the closet door, Mickey decided she was presentable once more and went to rejoin Zeke on the couch.

She resumed her position and took up the conversation where it had left off, but in truth she was growing a little restive. Slowly she leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth, whispering, “I decided a while ago that I liked you Zeke. Perhaps my methods were a bit high handed when we arrived. The last hour or so has been very pleasant and I have truly enjoyed myself, but the fact remains, I find you extremely attractive and I would really like to take you to my bed. After all, you are mine for the night right…?” Again she teased him, knowing now he would take her comment light heartedly as she had intended, without any idea of the really wicked thoughts running through her mind. Mickey promised herself that she would behave to some extent, even though she already knew she would likely break that promise at some point that night, as long as he didn’t run away just now...
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Despite his words, Zeke couldn't help but admire Mickey's beauty when she adjusted herself on his lap. He let his hands fall from her shoulders to land rest on her hips, still trying to recover from the shock of what had just happened, and how fast it had happened. The chuckle that slipped from her lips helped ease a bit of his tension, though he found himself genuinely saddened when she slipped off of his lap. He admired the view that was her ass as she headed towards the kitchen. His mind was truly reeling. He wanted her. There could be no doubt about that. Maybe he just needed a little bit to get comfortable with his surroundings?

“And here I thought you were mine for the night” Mickey's words tore Zeke's attention out of the giant circle of illogical thoughts in his head. A soft chuckle slipped from his lips at her words,and though a slight flush of shame came to his face, he could not bring himself to look away from her. Something about her just seemed to...command his attention.

Zeke's hand lifted of it's own volition it seemed. He accepted the wine glass that she offered him, and lifted it to his lips for a sip. Mickey's gaze remained locked on him though, even as she sipped from her own glass. The sight of those bright green eyes staring at him over the rim of her glass was a unique and intriguing one to say the least.

“I have been alone for a long time. I also am employed in a relatively high powered job where I am required to be in charge of several people who can’t seem to wipe their own asses without being told how, when and why. I suppose I have become accustomed to taking what I want.”

Zeke found himself genuinely surprised at Mickey's first statement. It was so hard for him to believe, despite the way she'd hungrily attacked him the moment they'd gotten in the door. Her second statement was far more believable, and it helped everything else make sense in context.

"I find it hard to believe that you could be alone for any stretch of time." Zeke started, taking a sip of his glass before he continued. "Every male eye was probably watching you tonight, especially considering the other women in the room..." Zeke took another sip, almost hoping to draw some bit of courage from the alcohol before continuing. "And I'm sure the thoughts behind those eyes were anything but tame..."

“I freely admit I go after the things I want and what I want tonight is you. But you’re right. Perhaps I should slow down a little. It is still early afterall. You weren’t planning on leaving right away were you?”

Another slight flush came to Zeke's face at Mickey's words. He wasn't necessarily surprised to hear them, but it was still a compliment coming from somebody as beautiful as her. She, much like him, could probably have anybody she wanted, and all she likely had to do was simply express interest, and the object of their desire would indeed be theirs, for one night at least.

"No..." Zeke started softly in response to what he'd known was more of a rhetorical question, or even a statement than an actual question. "I'm not going anywhere..."

Zeke found himself genuinely surprised once more when the conversation between the two of them flowed so freely and easily. He had of course watched intently when she'd lifted a hand to let her hair down, and he'd gone silent for a few moments, simply admiring her renewed beauty as he her lovely auburn hair cascaded down. He felt the near-irresistible desire to reach out and stroke that hair, wanting to feel it's softness beneath and between his fingers.

Though he'd been surprised at the freely flowing conversation, Zeke wasn't surprised when he noticed that Mickey was slowly but steadily inching closer to him on the couch once more. When he felt her bent leg resting against his, he remained in place, almost relishing the soft warmth of the contact.

Zeke was surprised once more when Mickey abruptly excused herself in the middle of their "conversation", which had once again become filled with flirtations and not-so-subtle hints at what what each of them wanted.

Mickey's absence did give Zeke a little time to steady himself though. Their conversation had helped him get comfortable once more, but his mind could hardly forget what had happened when the pair had entered her house...

Zeke had picked up the wine bottle, and was about to refill their glasses when Mickey reentered the room. His entire body froze, his hands holding the bottle suspended above one of the glasses as he admired her once more. Every curve of her body was on display, especially the generous swell of her breasts. His heartbeat quickened, and he felt a familiar stirring of desire for her.

Despite his obvious reaction to the clothes she now wore, Mickey settled herself on the couch beside him, and picked up the conversation where they'd left off, barely missing a beat. Almost before Zeke knew it though, Mickey leaned in close and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. It was a soft kiss, but the desire contained within it was as obvious as the kisses they'd shared when they'd first entered her house.

“I decided a while ago that I liked you Zeke. Perhaps my methods were a bit high handed when we arrived. The last hour or so has been very pleasant and I have truly enjoyed myself, but the fact remains, I find you extremely attractive and I would really like to take you to my bed. After all, you are mine for the night right…?”

To say that Mickey's words were forward was an understatement, but it was just who she was. Zeke had come to realize that over the past hour. Despite that though, and his desires for her, the way she'd pounced on him and all but attacked him before gave him some pause. He took in a deep breath as he held her gaze and finally let it out in a long and controlled exhale.

"I find you very attractive as well..." Zeke started confidently enough. Hesitation soon followed though, something that he was anything but used to. "Yes Mickey..." He continued at long last. "I am yours for the night, and if you would desire me in your bed, I would be happy to oblige.

Zeke's heart was hammering through every bit of his statement, and it beat even harder and faster when he was done. He had no idea what to expect from her, but he found himself wanting her all the same.
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For some reason Mickey was feeling like she was juggling a live coal as she watched Zeke consider his answer. She silently cursed herself for what she had done when they first entered her home, but it was far too late to pull it back and change it now. She had made him nervous, and in a man of such strong character that sort of amused and horrified her. She set her mind then. tonight would be about connection, and release. she could do it…

As she waited, her mind played back over his statement of being able to have any man she wished. It was true to some extent, but Mickey liked a special sort of man and those were harder to come by. Being picky and not usually one for one night stands, it was true. Mickey had not had male company in some time, and she was quite eager to fix that, even if it was just for a night. She wouldn’t screw it up.

[i]"Yes Mickey..." He continued at long last. "I am yours for the night, and if you would desire me in your bed, I would be happy to oblige.”[i]

Mickey smiled then, ignoring the hesitation he showed as best she could. She knew he was a bit taken aback at her forwardness, but she couldn’t have stopped that any more than she could have stopped breathing, and a part of her was happy that he had chosen to deal with it. Standing, she held her hand out and when he took it, she pulled him playfully to his feet. Once he stood, she pressed closer to him, looping her arms around his shoulders and lifting up on her toes to press the full length of her body to his as she tilted her head and met his lips in a soft, sensual kiss.

Kissing and touching, almost groping they worked their way down the hall to Mickey’s room where she kicked the door mostly closed behind them. Her actions were slow, sensual as she used her body to tease, to entice and to arouse Zeke, feeling his erection grow and press against his pants, and then against her abdomen. Slowly, her fingers tugged the material of his shirt from his pants, finding the flesh of his back beneath it and tracing the corded strength of his muscles beneath his skin. Her fingertips edged under the top of his pants, then around towards the front as she moved just enough to get her hands between them where she unsnapped, and then unzipped his pants.

Zeke she noticed seemed to be warming up to her advances, though she wasn’t sure how much hesitation might be being pushed aside by desire itself. There was also the fact that Mickey was definitely guiding what was going on, albeit at a much reduced pace. as Zeke lifted her cami over her head forcing her hands to pause in their task, Mickey figured that if there was hesitation, it wasn’t going to stop them just now.

Mickey’s hands returned to her enjoyable task, slipping into the front of Zeke’s pants then and cupping him through the material of his boxers with a soft hum of approval. Before he could be shocked once more, she moved on though, edging the material of his pants off his hips to slide down his legs and pool on the floor for him to step out of. Having an abundance of naked flesh to play with now, Mickey pressed against him once again, then worked her way back until the backs of her knees touched the side of her bed. Drawing Zeke down with her, she reclined on the soft mattress and curled against him, her leg slipping onto his as she pressed naked erect nipples into his side, leaning up to look at him through desire hazed eyes.

“Make me purr Zeke...I want so much to feel your hands and mouth on my flesh, giving us the pleasure we crave so much.” Too forward? perhaps, but Mickey was hot, and all the kisses in the world were not going to be enough to quench her thirst this night.
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