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Here are the first five entries for the Author's Hangout Flash Fiction competition - theme: Fast Food
Read and ponder, and cast your vote for what you think is the best entry.
ps. Bump when you vote, so this doesn't fall out of frame immediately.
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1. Have It Your Way
Chloe sauntered into the room. “Ready?”
He gulped, nodded.
“Okay, then. Lemme show you how she’s done. I’m sure you’ll be a pro in no time.” She ran her fingertips across the cold stainless steel counter—a caress, really. “Put one here and the other here—side by side and spread open. Like this,” she demonstrated with a saucy wink.
“Now, smear both sides with this creamy lubricant. Rub it in. Oh, yeah! Just like that,” she purred. “You’re a very fast learner, Ricky. I just knew you’d be good at this!”
A blush crept up his neck, and the room spun on its axis; that being her tongue. He tried in vain to wrench his focus away, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off her lips—lips that would look divine wrapped around his…
“Ricky? Pay attention, now. We’re getting to the tricky parts. You wanna be very careful how you lay down your meat. Too hard, and you’ll bruise her buns.
“I really prefer to get my hot meat on a soft bed: cool and crisp, maybe even spritzed with mineral water. It’s a nice touch, and she’ll taste better. Trust me on this one. I know what I’m talkin’ about.
“Now, some people like a top sheet. I think it’s a bit cheesy, but—well—your mileage may vary, as they say. I wanna see my meat—wanna be able to savor it, roll it around on my tongue without having anything stuck to it, y’know?”
“Um…uh…yeah...” Ricky’s articulation, never stellar, took a dive and met his cock somewhere slightly southwest of the equator. Only the waistband of his BVDs kept the twain from meeting.
Chloe hooked a finger under his chin and lifted it so she could look him in the eyes. “But sometimes—just every once in a while—I like to double my meat. I might not look like I can take it—‘cause I’m kinda little—but I assure you, I’m quite capable. You’ll meet others like me, too, once you get good at it. More than you’d expect. I can even introduce you to a few once your training’s completed.”
A lone bead of sweat trickled down the back of Ricky’s neck.
“Now,” she continued, “let me tell you why this is gonna be your dream job—if you do it right, that is. When you can give really good, really hot meat—and you can do it on demand—they’ll just keep comin’ and comin’ and comin’ like there’s no tomorrow. They’ll beg you for more. You’ll be slappin’ meat and creaming buns all damned day long. It just doesn’t get any better than that!
“You’ll develop a fan club. They’ll come to you beggin’ you to slip ‘em some meat—maybe even askin’ you to slide a pickle in there for some extra fun. Nothin’ wrong with that! Everyone needs a little variety to spice things up a bit.
“So, tell me, Ricky. How do you like your burgers?”
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2. "Happy Meal"
“You want fries with that?” the girl at the register asked. Pat shrugged. He hadn’t thought about it, really, but he figured he may as well. She took in his nod and hit a quick series of buttons on her machine. “I’ll just give you the combo, then. That’s pretty much what you ordered and it’ll save you some money.”
Pat smiled. “Cool, extra money in the pocket is always a good thing.”
She laughed and nodded in agreement. She leaned forward over the counter slightly. “Can I get you anything else?” she asked. Pat met her eyes. For a moment, it seemed, there was something more than the usual enticement there.
The cashier’s shirt seemed to have grown extra tight all of a sudden. He was made sharply aware of two things. That her name was Kelly, and that thick, circular pegs had begun pressing themselves against the inside of her uniform.
Pat found himself wondering what it might be like to have Kelly’s eyes staring down at him while rocked herself back and forth upon his lap. He thought about having those breasts dangling free above him; just waiting for his hands to latch on and see if their flesh was as nice to touch as they were to look at.
Pat sighed lightly and gave Kelly a big smile. “Oh, I’m sure you could. But this will do for right now,” he said. He gave her the money and moved down the counter.
“It’ll be a few minutes on that,” Kelly told him. “Why don’t you have a seat? I’ll bring it out to you.” Pat smiled and headed towards the dining room.He stopped and pointed.
“If you don’t see me, I’ll be in the bathroom. ‘Kay?”
The bathroom was typical of a fast food place. It was a mix of unimaginative tile and mostly off-white fixtures. The urinal on the wall bore a tape that said it was broken, so Pat stepped into the cubicle where a proper toilet sat.
He was just finishing when the door to the bathroom opened a crack and there was a knock. Pat turned his head at the feminine voice that asked, “Hello?”
“Kelly?”
“Yep.”
“Be right out, just set the stuff at the booth just outside.”
The door closed, but then the Pat heard the lock turn and then footsteps come closer to him. Kelly said, “Already did that. Anything else I can do?” She paused outside the cubicle and Pat reached his hand back and unlocked it.
He pushed it open and turned around. Kelly’s smile broadened and she ran her tongue along her upper lips and sighed. “I guess there is,” she said as she sank to her knees before Pat and placed her right hand around his hardening cock as it jutted forth from his pants.
As she jerked him fully erect and began bobbing her face up and down his shaft, Pat shook his head. “And they say you can’t get good service any more.”
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3. The Roof
I want to escape the smell of garbage and grease.
After tossing the bag into the dumpster, I wipe my hands on my uniform and pull off my red and yellow visor, letting my dark blonde hair escape from its ponytail.
The ascent to the roof is like breathing again. The muscles in my legs protest as I climb to the top. It is a cool paradise up here compared to the stagnant summer haze on the ground. It’s so quiet—I can actually hear traffic lights click as they turn from green, to yellow, to red, with no cars left to heed them at quarter to three in the morning.
Josh’s cigarette winks at me from the corner. I reach my arms out to the sky and twirl, making myself dizzy before sinking to the asphalt roof top.
I lay there unbuttoning my uniform. There is no getting away from the fetid smell of fries and hamburgers without taking off my clothes. When I am free, laying there in my bra and panties, the sharp bite of gravel pressing into my back, Josh comes over and stretches out beside me, hands behind his head.
“Beautiful.”
“Me or the sky?”
“Yes.”
I am smiling as he rolls onto me, nearly nude. He presses his lower body against me, moving slightly, and I watch his eyes grow hungry.
As he kisses me, his mouth rough, I slide a small, warm hand inside his underwear. A soft sound escapes his throat as he trails his mouth over my neck.
“Tess,” he whispers as my hand moves faster. I gasp when he lets his full weight press into me, lean and hard against my softness. His hand trails down and finds me, and I sigh, rocking with it, on a cloud far away in the darkness.
He pulls my panties aside and nudges against me. He moves forward, into me, and my hands go to his hips.
We begin.
Our sweat mingles as the delicious friction builds up and up. I can taste it, salty and exciting, when I kiss his neck, urging him on.
Up and up, I feel my climax coming and work towards it. It's like my escape to the roof, a climb toward the stars. His breathing is shallow and harsh as I move beneath him, gasping, grasping, my nails digging into the skin of his back.
His motion becomes fluid and he opens his eyes, looking at me. I feel like I can look up through him and see the stars.
I cry out and my muscles tighten and begin to contract as I shiver beneath him. My breath sucks in and I clutch him, feeling him let go, the force shuddering through him in waves.
He loses his breath for a moment, falling forward onto me, still trembling and burying his face into the side of my neck. I stroke his hair, damp with sweat and redolent with grease.
There is no escaping it, even up here.
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4. Dining out
Standing behind you, our eyes meet in the mirror before us. I watch your face as I glide my hands along your shoulders, down your arms, across the sides of your shirt, cupping your breasts. You breath in deeply, your back arching, pushing your breasts into my hands. I moan into your ear as my thumbs roll over your nipples. Through the thin material of your shirt, I feel them harden. I reach my left hand up and gently caress your neck, letting my fingernails dance over the skin, up to your chin, and down again as my right hand continues to slide along your shirt, caressing you, gliding down and spreading along your stomach.
As your eyes flicker, feeling my touch, you moan. I bend my head and place tiny kisses along your neck, pausing to nibble the skin here and there. Slowly, you turn around allowing me to slip your shirt off so I can continue feasting upon your body. Taking your nipple into my mouth, I gently tug on it, using my tongue to circle the hardened nub, my fingers skim the sides of your body, down along your thighs where I grab hold your skirt hem and roughly yank it up.
Without waiting, I kneel down and come face to face with your sex. Sticking my tongue out, I slowly flick at it, the tip of my tongue coming in contact with your engorged clit. I breath in, cold air spreading along the warmth of your mound. A finger dipped in deep confirms how wet you are, sliding further down I can feel it spreading along your lips. I glance up and see you watching us in the mirror, your hands cupping your breasts, tugging and pulling at your nipples, your eyes half closed. Slowly I spread the lips, running my fingers over your sensitive clit, rolling it slowly side to side. You arch your hips which pushes your clit toward my mouth, I hear you moan as I take it deep into my mouth.
Your hands become entangled in my hair as I start sucking your clit. “Yes....” I hear you whisper. “More!” You demand as your wetness floods my mouth. Your moans increase as my tongue laps at you with such abandon, enjoying you. Words whispered unintelligibly as your hips arch and buck with your approaching orgasm. I pause knowing how sensitive your clit is to the touch and you plead, “NO!.. don’t stop! Please!” You hold my head steady as your hips grind onto my lips then your body pauses, involuntarily shuddering. I smile against you, whispering... “You are delicious!”
I hear your sexy laugh as you tug at my hair, looking up at you, I see a smile before you bend your head back, taking a deep breath.
“So..." You start, "When you said we were eating at the Y, I guess this is what you meant?” and now it’s my turn to laugh.
“Yes, darling and next time, dinner’s on me...”
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5. First Job Interview
“So,” Ricco drew out the word with the kind of flair reserved for Mexican-Americans, “ju wanna job here.” Ricco eyed the gringo teeny-bopper with interest. She looked not a day over sixteen, and from his quick study of that innocent and nervous face, he saw opportunity. He leaned across his desk.
“Ju have no experience and no ref’rences,” he glanced down at her half-page resume. “Dis job world is tough. Lots of money for those who are smart, yes? Lots of heartbreaks for those who are stupid. Dis is reality, even in my place.” He watched her eyes fall to the skirt that covered her lap. Her hennaed bangs hid her girlish features as she was surely hiding her dismay.
“Dis what you thought ‘bout Ricco’s, no? Just because we are fast food? Never assume.” He paused. “But there’s potential in ju.” Her head jerked up. They were always at their best when first struggling to gain independence from their parents. Determined and scared and…vulnerable. Ricco leaned back in his chair.
“Wit a good job and reference on dis,” he motioned to the resume on his desk, “ju can do anything. Ju want good first experience, yes?” The young girl’s eyes were now wide with hope. Ricco continued, seeing all the signs he liked.
“I like ju. So…I will give ju first employment. Ju prove jerself and ju can go anywhere, or maybe I give ju a good raise.” He quirked a bushy black eyebrow at the expectant girl. “But dis comes with a price. How badly do ju want it?” When there was a pregnant pause, he prompted, “Badly?”
She nodded, but this time there was a slight hesitation. Ricco pushed, “Let’s be teacher and student. Ju do as I say, and I will show ju success.” When she nodded again, he leaned forward. “Now, prove to me dat ju want to learn.” He watched her eyes for wavering and only saw confusion amidst her determination.
“Move your dress up.” Her eyes got bigger if that was possible, and she hesitated. “Go on. Prove to me.” Her hands trembled as they picked her skirt up. Ricco’s eyes were glued to the pale silk skin of her virginal thighs. “More,” he prompted and was rewarded with the sight of soft pink panties.
He struggled to control his breathing now as he stood, his erection evident even beneath the pot belly. “I will pay ju well.”
It was like a switch was thrown. The skirt came down, and she stood. Her face, when Ricco glanced up in surprise, was set in hard, mature lines.
She spoke for the first time. “Ricco Fernandez, you are under arrest for solicitation of a minor, among other charges. You have the right –“
“Puta!” He would have slapped her or worse had his office door not opened to admit two large police officers.
The “girl” nodded to them and continued calmly, “You have the right to remain silent.”
Read and ponder, and cast your vote for what you think is the best entry.
ps. Bump when you vote, so this doesn't fall out of frame immediately.
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1. Have It Your Way
Chloe sauntered into the room. “Ready?”
He gulped, nodded.
“Okay, then. Lemme show you how she’s done. I’m sure you’ll be a pro in no time.” She ran her fingertips across the cold stainless steel counter—a caress, really. “Put one here and the other here—side by side and spread open. Like this,” she demonstrated with a saucy wink.
“Now, smear both sides with this creamy lubricant. Rub it in. Oh, yeah! Just like that,” she purred. “You’re a very fast learner, Ricky. I just knew you’d be good at this!”
A blush crept up his neck, and the room spun on its axis; that being her tongue. He tried in vain to wrench his focus away, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off her lips—lips that would look divine wrapped around his…
“Ricky? Pay attention, now. We’re getting to the tricky parts. You wanna be very careful how you lay down your meat. Too hard, and you’ll bruise her buns.
“I really prefer to get my hot meat on a soft bed: cool and crisp, maybe even spritzed with mineral water. It’s a nice touch, and she’ll taste better. Trust me on this one. I know what I’m talkin’ about.
“Now, some people like a top sheet. I think it’s a bit cheesy, but—well—your mileage may vary, as they say. I wanna see my meat—wanna be able to savor it, roll it around on my tongue without having anything stuck to it, y’know?”
“Um…uh…yeah...” Ricky’s articulation, never stellar, took a dive and met his cock somewhere slightly southwest of the equator. Only the waistband of his BVDs kept the twain from meeting.
Chloe hooked a finger under his chin and lifted it so she could look him in the eyes. “But sometimes—just every once in a while—I like to double my meat. I might not look like I can take it—‘cause I’m kinda little—but I assure you, I’m quite capable. You’ll meet others like me, too, once you get good at it. More than you’d expect. I can even introduce you to a few once your training’s completed.”
A lone bead of sweat trickled down the back of Ricky’s neck.
“Now,” she continued, “let me tell you why this is gonna be your dream job—if you do it right, that is. When you can give really good, really hot meat—and you can do it on demand—they’ll just keep comin’ and comin’ and comin’ like there’s no tomorrow. They’ll beg you for more. You’ll be slappin’ meat and creaming buns all damned day long. It just doesn’t get any better than that!
“You’ll develop a fan club. They’ll come to you beggin’ you to slip ‘em some meat—maybe even askin’ you to slide a pickle in there for some extra fun. Nothin’ wrong with that! Everyone needs a little variety to spice things up a bit.
“So, tell me, Ricky. How do you like your burgers?”
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2. "Happy Meal"
“You want fries with that?” the girl at the register asked. Pat shrugged. He hadn’t thought about it, really, but he figured he may as well. She took in his nod and hit a quick series of buttons on her machine. “I’ll just give you the combo, then. That’s pretty much what you ordered and it’ll save you some money.”
Pat smiled. “Cool, extra money in the pocket is always a good thing.”
She laughed and nodded in agreement. She leaned forward over the counter slightly. “Can I get you anything else?” she asked. Pat met her eyes. For a moment, it seemed, there was something more than the usual enticement there.
The cashier’s shirt seemed to have grown extra tight all of a sudden. He was made sharply aware of two things. That her name was Kelly, and that thick, circular pegs had begun pressing themselves against the inside of her uniform.
Pat found himself wondering what it might be like to have Kelly’s eyes staring down at him while rocked herself back and forth upon his lap. He thought about having those breasts dangling free above him; just waiting for his hands to latch on and see if their flesh was as nice to touch as they were to look at.
Pat sighed lightly and gave Kelly a big smile. “Oh, I’m sure you could. But this will do for right now,” he said. He gave her the money and moved down the counter.
“It’ll be a few minutes on that,” Kelly told him. “Why don’t you have a seat? I’ll bring it out to you.” Pat smiled and headed towards the dining room.He stopped and pointed.
“If you don’t see me, I’ll be in the bathroom. ‘Kay?”
The bathroom was typical of a fast food place. It was a mix of unimaginative tile and mostly off-white fixtures. The urinal on the wall bore a tape that said it was broken, so Pat stepped into the cubicle where a proper toilet sat.
He was just finishing when the door to the bathroom opened a crack and there was a knock. Pat turned his head at the feminine voice that asked, “Hello?”
“Kelly?”
“Yep.”
“Be right out, just set the stuff at the booth just outside.”
The door closed, but then the Pat heard the lock turn and then footsteps come closer to him. Kelly said, “Already did that. Anything else I can do?” She paused outside the cubicle and Pat reached his hand back and unlocked it.
He pushed it open and turned around. Kelly’s smile broadened and she ran her tongue along her upper lips and sighed. “I guess there is,” she said as she sank to her knees before Pat and placed her right hand around his hardening cock as it jutted forth from his pants.
As she jerked him fully erect and began bobbing her face up and down his shaft, Pat shook his head. “And they say you can’t get good service any more.”
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3. The Roof
I want to escape the smell of garbage and grease.
After tossing the bag into the dumpster, I wipe my hands on my uniform and pull off my red and yellow visor, letting my dark blonde hair escape from its ponytail.
The ascent to the roof is like breathing again. The muscles in my legs protest as I climb to the top. It is a cool paradise up here compared to the stagnant summer haze on the ground. It’s so quiet—I can actually hear traffic lights click as they turn from green, to yellow, to red, with no cars left to heed them at quarter to three in the morning.
Josh’s cigarette winks at me from the corner. I reach my arms out to the sky and twirl, making myself dizzy before sinking to the asphalt roof top.
I lay there unbuttoning my uniform. There is no getting away from the fetid smell of fries and hamburgers without taking off my clothes. When I am free, laying there in my bra and panties, the sharp bite of gravel pressing into my back, Josh comes over and stretches out beside me, hands behind his head.
“Beautiful.”
“Me or the sky?”
“Yes.”
I am smiling as he rolls onto me, nearly nude. He presses his lower body against me, moving slightly, and I watch his eyes grow hungry.
As he kisses me, his mouth rough, I slide a small, warm hand inside his underwear. A soft sound escapes his throat as he trails his mouth over my neck.
“Tess,” he whispers as my hand moves faster. I gasp when he lets his full weight press into me, lean and hard against my softness. His hand trails down and finds me, and I sigh, rocking with it, on a cloud far away in the darkness.
He pulls my panties aside and nudges against me. He moves forward, into me, and my hands go to his hips.
We begin.
Our sweat mingles as the delicious friction builds up and up. I can taste it, salty and exciting, when I kiss his neck, urging him on.
Up and up, I feel my climax coming and work towards it. It's like my escape to the roof, a climb toward the stars. His breathing is shallow and harsh as I move beneath him, gasping, grasping, my nails digging into the skin of his back.
His motion becomes fluid and he opens his eyes, looking at me. I feel like I can look up through him and see the stars.
I cry out and my muscles tighten and begin to contract as I shiver beneath him. My breath sucks in and I clutch him, feeling him let go, the force shuddering through him in waves.
He loses his breath for a moment, falling forward onto me, still trembling and burying his face into the side of my neck. I stroke his hair, damp with sweat and redolent with grease.
There is no escaping it, even up here.
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4. Dining out
Standing behind you, our eyes meet in the mirror before us. I watch your face as I glide my hands along your shoulders, down your arms, across the sides of your shirt, cupping your breasts. You breath in deeply, your back arching, pushing your breasts into my hands. I moan into your ear as my thumbs roll over your nipples. Through the thin material of your shirt, I feel them harden. I reach my left hand up and gently caress your neck, letting my fingernails dance over the skin, up to your chin, and down again as my right hand continues to slide along your shirt, caressing you, gliding down and spreading along your stomach.
As your eyes flicker, feeling my touch, you moan. I bend my head and place tiny kisses along your neck, pausing to nibble the skin here and there. Slowly, you turn around allowing me to slip your shirt off so I can continue feasting upon your body. Taking your nipple into my mouth, I gently tug on it, using my tongue to circle the hardened nub, my fingers skim the sides of your body, down along your thighs where I grab hold your skirt hem and roughly yank it up.
Without waiting, I kneel down and come face to face with your sex. Sticking my tongue out, I slowly flick at it, the tip of my tongue coming in contact with your engorged clit. I breath in, cold air spreading along the warmth of your mound. A finger dipped in deep confirms how wet you are, sliding further down I can feel it spreading along your lips. I glance up and see you watching us in the mirror, your hands cupping your breasts, tugging and pulling at your nipples, your eyes half closed. Slowly I spread the lips, running my fingers over your sensitive clit, rolling it slowly side to side. You arch your hips which pushes your clit toward my mouth, I hear you moan as I take it deep into my mouth.
Your hands become entangled in my hair as I start sucking your clit. “Yes....” I hear you whisper. “More!” You demand as your wetness floods my mouth. Your moans increase as my tongue laps at you with such abandon, enjoying you. Words whispered unintelligibly as your hips arch and buck with your approaching orgasm. I pause knowing how sensitive your clit is to the touch and you plead, “NO!.. don’t stop! Please!” You hold my head steady as your hips grind onto my lips then your body pauses, involuntarily shuddering. I smile against you, whispering... “You are delicious!”
I hear your sexy laugh as you tug at my hair, looking up at you, I see a smile before you bend your head back, taking a deep breath.
“So..." You start, "When you said we were eating at the Y, I guess this is what you meant?” and now it’s my turn to laugh.
“Yes, darling and next time, dinner’s on me...”
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5. First Job Interview
“So,” Ricco drew out the word with the kind of flair reserved for Mexican-Americans, “ju wanna job here.” Ricco eyed the gringo teeny-bopper with interest. She looked not a day over sixteen, and from his quick study of that innocent and nervous face, he saw opportunity. He leaned across his desk.
“Ju have no experience and no ref’rences,” he glanced down at her half-page resume. “Dis job world is tough. Lots of money for those who are smart, yes? Lots of heartbreaks for those who are stupid. Dis is reality, even in my place.” He watched her eyes fall to the skirt that covered her lap. Her hennaed bangs hid her girlish features as she was surely hiding her dismay.
“Dis what you thought ‘bout Ricco’s, no? Just because we are fast food? Never assume.” He paused. “But there’s potential in ju.” Her head jerked up. They were always at their best when first struggling to gain independence from their parents. Determined and scared and…vulnerable. Ricco leaned back in his chair.
“Wit a good job and reference on dis,” he motioned to the resume on his desk, “ju can do anything. Ju want good first experience, yes?” The young girl’s eyes were now wide with hope. Ricco continued, seeing all the signs he liked.
“I like ju. So…I will give ju first employment. Ju prove jerself and ju can go anywhere, or maybe I give ju a good raise.” He quirked a bushy black eyebrow at the expectant girl. “But dis comes with a price. How badly do ju want it?” When there was a pregnant pause, he prompted, “Badly?”
She nodded, but this time there was a slight hesitation. Ricco pushed, “Let’s be teacher and student. Ju do as I say, and I will show ju success.” When she nodded again, he leaned forward. “Now, prove to me dat ju want to learn.” He watched her eyes for wavering and only saw confusion amidst her determination.
“Move your dress up.” Her eyes got bigger if that was possible, and she hesitated. “Go on. Prove to me.” Her hands trembled as they picked her skirt up. Ricco’s eyes were glued to the pale silk skin of her virginal thighs. “More,” he prompted and was rewarded with the sight of soft pink panties.
He struggled to control his breathing now as he stood, his erection evident even beneath the pot belly. “I will pay ju well.”
It was like a switch was thrown. The skirt came down, and she stood. Her face, when Ricco glanced up in surprise, was set in hard, mature lines.
She spoke for the first time. “Ricco Fernandez, you are under arrest for solicitation of a minor, among other charges. You have the right –“
“Puta!” He would have slapped her or worse had his office door not opened to admit two large police officers.
The “girl” nodded to them and continued calmly, “You have the right to remain silent.”
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