I want to thank Seralynsmom for not barking at me when I used her comment as a platform to air my grievances about trends that I had been seeing in emails and responses from different platforms. She very well could have, but she allowed me to vent and then responded with decorum and grace. If you haven’t read my rant, I suggest that you do… it’s kind of important to where the story might go from here.
I’ve had a few readers tell me that it’s too much history–very few, in fact. Far more of you tell me that the detail puts you right in the story and you like it. I feel the same way. I already know that there won’t be as much history in the rewrite when I publish, but here in this blog, I hope my readers will forgive me because I am writing these Greek chapters as something that “I” would enjoy reading. So the history will continue.
People were guessing right out the gate what that picture was. I guess you guys really wanted a bonus chapter, huh? LOL. We had some wonderful alternate guesses. We had Christian looking up at a chandelier, a stained-glass window, a supernova, a woman’s silhouette, a New Year’s ball, the vision into an eye or the pupil of an eye. I think it was Sara that had one of the most detailed descriptions. I know someone else came after her with an extremely detailed description as well… forgive me if I can’t remember who it was right now, but Sara was the first that I saw. It is actually the Golden Eye for the lighting of the 2012 Olympic Cauldron in London. What you see in a view from inside the cauldron looking up after all of the petals have risen, dropped, and settled to make one big cauldron. I can’t remember who commented that this picture was before the cauldron actually settled. This was actually the final picture. There was a hole in the middle after it settled, hence “The Golden Eye.” I put that picture there to prompt people to watch the 9-minute lighting ceremony on my Pinterest page. I hope at least some of you watched it, even if you have already seen it or was there for the lighting, it as a truly profound and emotional thing to see.
I do not own Fifty Shades Trilogy or the characters. They belong to E. L. James. I am only exercising my right to exploit, abuse, and mangle the characters to MY discretion in MY story in MY interpretation as a fan. I hope you—as a fellow fan—enjoy it, too.
Chapter 70—Mingling With the Gods
I open my eyes and Butterfly is stroking my hair and gently shaking my shoulder to rouse me to consciousness. Did I fall asleep? What the hell? I feel a bit ashamed. I never leave her wanting. My dick is still tender from that orgasm, but I can still satisfy her. She’s smiling down at me as she strokes my hair and I feel so content. She kisses my forehead and rises from the floor, still naked. She looks glorious. She reaches for me to join her like she did last night on the floor. I take her hand as I rise and she leads me to the en suite.
There’s a bubble bath waiting for us. Damn! I must have slept like a damn log! I swear I only closed my eyes for a moment. I gesture to help her into the tub, but she shakes her head.
“You first,” she says sweetly. I smile at her and sit on the edge of the tub. I swing my feet around and get into the heavenly hot water and silken bubbles. Oh… this feels wonderful. For just a moment, I forget that someone should be in the tub with me. I open my eyes and see her beautiful naked form in front of the mirror, arranging her hair into a bun. When she turns around, her perfect breasts stare back at me. I’m feeling the sense of arousal, but Greystone is still asleep after that magnificent hand job.
Come on, Dude. Wake up!
She takes a towel, a glass, and two bottles and sets them at the top of the tub.
“Sit up, Baby,” she says, and I oblige. She sits on the edge and I smile to myself as she has to do a tiny jump and scoot before swinging around. She slides to the top of the tub behind my head, but she doesn’t get in.
“Hold your head back.” I do as I am told and, as I assumed, she uses the glass to wet my hair. I am in Nirvana again as her fingers massage the soap into my hair and her nails scratch my scalp. Nobody scratched my scalp before Butterfly, or pulled my hair. Then again, it wasn’t like I allowed anyone to do it. When my hair is clean, she gently rinses the soap away and applies the conditioner, which she massages into my hair and scalp as well. When she wets one of the natural sponges that she bought from Plaka, it becomes clear to me… Butterfly is taking care of me. I’m always the one who takes care of her. Now the tables have turned.
She washes my shoulders, arms, and back from her position behind me, then carefully rinses the soap away. After she has rinsed the conditioner from my hair, she walks around me in this huge tub and sinks down into the water in front of me, the bubbles caressing her breast as they envelop her body.
Oh, good hell, she’s a goddess!
Kneeling between my legs, she washes my feet, calves, and thighs. She moves closer to me and washes my chest and my stomach just below the water line. When she gets to my penis, she is very gentle, like she knows that it’s still tender. She gently cleans my penis and balls and her hands and that sponge feel so good down there. I settle back in the tub and let her clean every inch of me. When she’s done, she straddles me and continues to rinse my body with water from the sponge. I can’t help the small moans that escape my throat as I am so content that I could fall asleep again. She kisses my neck a few times and when she stops, I raise my head to meet her eyes. She looks content, too.
“Good morning,” she says, still squeezing water from the sponge to my skin.
“Good morning, Butterfly,” I answer, just above a whisper.
“How do you feel?” she coos.
“Perfect,” I respond, gently caressing her skin under the water. “What about you?” She shakes her head.
“I’ve already had my bath. This is for you,” she replies, “but to answer your question, I feel quite splendid.” I watch her for a few moments as she runs the sponge over my shoulders and chest.
“You are extraordinarily remarkable,” I say. She smiles widely.
“Thank you,” she says softly, “and you are unbelievably incredible.” She pauses and her face is serious. “I know why I never told you that you were my soul mate.”
“Butterfly…” I interrupt her, but she gently puts her finger on my lips to halt my protest. Her fingertips replace her finger and gently stroke my lips as she speaks.
“A soul mate implies that there is another part of you—a mate to your soul that makes you complete. If there is a mate, then you are just separated until you find that mate. That’s not what you are to me.” She scoots up further so that her breasts touch my chest. Even now, with our genitals so close, I’m not aroused. I’m feeling that connection again that I felt last night—so cosmic that it caused us both the collapse and nearly pass out from the intensity. I hold her close to me by her hips and nearly lose my breath when her hands travel up the nape of my neck to my hairline, her palms on my jaws and her thumbs caressing my face.
“I am you and you are me,” she says. “You are every part of me. I existed before you; I live now that you’re with me; I would die if you ever left.” Good God, my chest is going to explode. She brushes her lips over my face as she speaks. “You ignite every one of my senses and I bloom when I see myself through your eyes,” she breathes. “I have never felt more beautiful, more desired, or more loved than I do when you look at me… when I’m in your arms… when you make love to me…” She gently kisses my eyes. “I have never had more intense feelings in my heart, soul, and mind, than the ones that I have when I’m near you… when I think of you… when I hear your voice…” She kisses one cheek and then the other. “… When you touch me.” She brushes her cheek against mine. I breathe deeply to absorb her love and the emotions that she’s causing in me right now or I just may end up a crying, unconscious fool again.
“You are all of me, Christian—my heart, my soul, my mind, my blood and bones, my body… all of me. I could never call you my soul mate… because you are so, so much more…” Her voice cracks a little with those words, but thank God she doesn’t cry. I can’t stand it when she cries and a part of me dies each time she does.
Kiss me, Lady Anastasia… please…
Her lips slowly move to mine and she brushes them gently. At her gentle urging, I part my lips slightly and grant her entry. Our lips brush and her tongue caresses mine. Though our lips touch, our mouths never close—a variation of our open-mouthed kiss, more sensual, more connecting. We entwine our fingers together under the water and close our eyes, absorbing each other’s energy. The feeling is electric. The force between us could light the city of Athens and the surge caused by a separation at this moment could result in a blackout on three continents. My God, I know what she means. I know how she feels. I know what she’s saying. I couldn’t survive without her. Dear God, please never let me know what that feels like.
Who needs a fucking soul mate when I’ve got this?
After confirming my plans for the day and asking if she could dress me, Butterfly chose a casual short-sleeved shirt for me and a comfortable pair of jeans. She’s wearing a blue linen halter sundress with a pair of denim wedges. I told her that we may have quite a bit of walking ahead of us. Her exact reply was, “Trust me, my wedges are as comfortable as any sneaker that I could wear… and they’re cuter.”
She manages to get us all packed after a late breakfast since this is our last day in Athens before we fly to the Greek Islands, and we are off for a day trip to Delphi. Since Adrien is most familiar with the streets of Greece, he will be driving with Jason as his second, so to speak. Once again, Butterfly and I are canoodling in the back seat for a long ride and I assume that Jason must have spoken to Adrien—he never takes his eyes off the road or reacts at all to any conversation or heavy breathing in the back seat. Halfway through the two-hour trip, Butterfly falls asleep in my arms and I relax in her warmth and contentment, nearly falling asleep myself.
“We’ll be at the Marmaria in about 10 minutes, Sir,” Adrien says, and that’s my cue to rouse Butterfly. I gently stroke her cheek to bring her out of her sleep. She purrs at my touch and I just want to cuddle her to death—or to life.
“Wake up, Butterfly. We’re almost there.” She stretches on my lap and slowly opens her eyes.
“Are we there yet?” she says sleepily.
“About five minutes, Baby,” I tell her.
“Mm-hmm,” she says, rubbing her arms and sitting up.
“Are you cold?”
“Uh-uh,” she says, sitting up but curling up on my shoulder and never opening her eyes.
Isn’t she just delicious?
She stretches some more, takes a deep breath and lets it out, then finally opens her eyes.
“How long was I asleep?”
“Only about an hour,” I reply. She nods.
“I don’t know why I was so tired.”
“You had a long night,” I reply. She giggles sleepily.
“No longer than yours,” she retorts weakly.
“I had more sleep than you, Beautiful Girl.” She smiles up at me.
“That is true,” she says as the car comes to a stop. I release both of our seatbelts and we get out of the car.
“I remember how taken you were with Athena at the Acropolis, so our first stop will be at the Tholos of Delhi and the Temple of Athena Pronoia.”
“It seems like I’m not the only one taken with Athena. She has temples everywhere doesn’t she?” I nod.
“It’s no different from the Christian churches or Catholic temples all over the States,” I tell her.
“Very good point, Mr. Grey,” she says with a smile. We walk around the short zigzag road that will take us to the ruins.
“I’ve done my homework, Mrs. Grey. As you shared the Prison of Socrates with me, may I share the story of Delphi with you?” She smiles widely.
“Please, do,” she says sweetly. I entwine my fingers with hers as we turn the last bend on the road to get to the ruins of the temple and tholos.
“As the story goes, Zeus sent two eagles from the eastern and western ends of the world. Where they met would be considered the center of the world. They crossed paths here in Delphi, which Zeus considered the navel of Gaia—or the center of Grandmother Earth.” I gently fondle her navel through her dress when I reference the navel of Gaia, causing her stomach to flutter and her breath to catch.
“This is the site of the more recent Temple of Athena Pronoia. That is the Tholos of Delphi and behind it is where an older Athenian Temple was built.” She looks at me with those beautiful ocean blue eyes and I almost forget what I’m saying. “I know that there are many more stones here than at the other ruins we’ve seen, but hey, who wants to mess with the center of the earth, right?” She giggles and the sound melts my heart. It’s such a contrast from the heaviness of her spirit yesterday. I hold my hand out to her. “Watch your step, I don’t want you to slip.” She smiles and takes my hand as we maneuver around some of the ruins to get a better look at the Tholos. She sits among the ruins there and I take a picture of her with my phone and her camera.
We walk a little ways down a dirt road to see the gymnasium where the youth used to play and train before we walk back to the road. Not far up the road and around the bend is our next destination in Delphi. As we look up the hill, we can see the Temple of Apollo and the Theatre behind it. It’s pretty profound being here among the ruins, knowing what they meant to the ancient Greeks. Even in their ruin, they are quite breathtaking. The car stops to let us out and we take a trek up to the ruins.
“Oh, Christian, this is beautiful,” Butterfly says.
“Yes, it is,” I say, kissing her hand and leading her into the ruins. You have to walk quite a winding road past several ruins before you get to the main attraction. I point out the ruins that I can identify along the way—the Monument of Argos, the Siphnian Treasury, the Treasury of the Athenians, the Stoa of the Athenians right in front of the Manumission Wall with the polygonal stones. Once we pass the Altar of Chios, there before us stands the Sanctuary of Apollo. We walk up a ramp and past six columns still standing at the entrance into the temple of Apollo.
“Consider yourself privileged, Lady Anastasia,” I say, getting her attention. “The supplicants who often visited this temple first had to wash their hands and hair in the underground Castalian Fountain. You have been spared this ritual.” She smiles at me.
“Well, thank you, Sir Christian,” she says, and her voice sparks something in me. Suddenly, I want to make this little expedition as sensual as possible. I put my hand on the small of her exposed back and I feel her shiver just a bit.
“Come,” I say to her as I guide her through the ruins. “The Castalian Springs lie a few hundred feet down the road. It’s said to be the location where Apollo killed the Python, the mythical serpent that guarded the navel of Gaia, earning him this sanctuary. Delphi used to be known as Pytho, and Pythia were the oracles that dispensed the advice of the god Apollo from this temple.” My mouth is close to her ear when I speak in a low, deep tone, purposely allowing my breath to caress her ear, neck and shoulder. I can feel the goose bumps rising on her skin and, of course, it excites me.
“How… did it become Delphi?” she asks softly. I smile.
“Apollo led the Cretans here to claim the land. He did so in the form of a dolphin.”
“Ooohhh… dolphin/Delphi…” I stroke her back again and halt her thought. “That’s clever,” she sighs.
“Yes, it is,” I say, purposely directing my breath towards her upper back. Her back arches only slightly in response and she closes her eyes. “Now, supplicants visited the Pythia there,” I point to the ruins of the adyton just in front of what would be the cella. “Go, take a closer look.” She walks slowly and delicately around the ruins until she gets to where I am pointing. Like a good little student, she stands there with her back to me without moving. Just as I thought, she looks exquisite and flawless standing there with her back to me with the wind blowing her hair and the material of her dress. I not only take a few pictures of her, but I also take a video of her with my phone standing there once again, looking like a goddess—like she belonged in this temple with the oracle and the prophets and the priceless treasures when it stood at its glory. I make my way over to her and stand behind her.
“Tell me about the oracle,” she says softly, without turning around to face me. It’s a good thing I did my homework. I take her hand and we sit on one of the large stones. I turn her body so that her back is nestled in my side.
“Close your eyes,” I say softly and she obeys immediately. I wrap both our arms around her and take both her hands in mine. “Many people consulted the oracle,” I whisper. “Politicians and peasants, rich and poor, from many different lands…”
I whisper the entire story of how the supplicants who came to see the oracle had already most likely completed a long and arduous journey, but still had to undergo shamanic preparations that often left them in a very meditative state and quite aroused—very Euphoric and receptive. The oracle wasn’t too far off herself. She was always a priestess over 50 years old that was said to have eaten bay leaves—depending on who you ask—and then got high from vapors that rose from a crevice in the floor of the temple. When the supplicant asked his question, the oracle would utter some garbled sounds, which the priest would interpret to the whomever came looking for guidance. Her words were believed to be the interpretations of Apollo himself and were taken very seriously.
By the time I’m finished with this explanation, Butterfly is in a Euphoric state of her own. She opens her eyes slowly and turns around to look at me over her shoulder with smoldering “fuck me” eyes. Trying not react to my nature and take her back to the car and fuck her senseless in the back seat, I lift her chin and bring her lips to mine, kissing her with all of the passion that I can muster out in the open with tourists all around us. I want her as much as she wants me. She has made me feel special and loved and I just want to kiss and touch and love her all over.
When our lips part, she makes it clear that the kiss was not enough by hooking one arm under mine and grabbing my shoulder from behind. Her free hand goes to the back of my head and into my hair dragging me back down to her. With one arm across her upper back and the other holding her body securely so that she doesn’t fall, I dip her dramatically as we bury ourselves in a sensuous, devouring kiss, completely forgetting where we are and who’s around. Who am I to deny the lady what she wants?
“We have to stop,” I whisper, when I’m sated enough to break the kiss.
“I know,” she breathes, her eyes still closed. “You make me…” she trails off.
“I know,” I respond, slowly bringing her back to a seated position. I take a deep breath and rub my nose against hers. She assumes her position with her back nestled in my side.
“What about the theater?” she says with a heavy sigh, referring to the theater just north of the temple.
“Plays and performances during the winter. Something to occupy the townspeople when the oracle was silent,” I say, still nuzzling her ear. “The stadium is bigger… and we could probably use the walk.” She nods.
I send Jason and Adrien ahead in the car. This time, I have the map on my phone and we follow a little trail as far as we can headed towards the stadium. When we run into a cluster of trees, I ask Butterfly if she wants to turn back as the terrain might get a little rough. She assures me that her wedges are quite comfortable and that she’ll be careful. Once we are inide the trees and out of sight, I lift her in my arms and push her against a nearby tree. The make-out session that follows could start a forest fire. God, I could just eat her alive. I want her so badly that it’s painful, and I’m not talking about my dick. We kiss until our lips are numb and have to repeat the mantra…
I will not fuck her in the woods.
I will not fuck her in the woods.
I don’t know how long we’re necking in the Greek woods before I feel my blackberry buzz. I compose myself enough to set Butterfly on her feet and check my blackberry.
**Check in, Sir.**
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m not dead. I haven’t been mauled by a bear, only a Butterfly.
**Checking in. On our way.**
“Jason is making sure we haven’t been attacked by killer mosquitoes,” I tell her. When I look back at her, she is still sporting fuck me eyes. “Oh, Baby…” I kiss her passionately once more. “Not here, Baby. I can barely resist you, but not here.”
“Okay,” she breathes, “Okay.” Her chest is rising and falling and causing me to definitely feel something in my lower extremities. It’s definitely time to get the hell out of these woods!
When we clear the trees, I see the car on the road and proceed to the entrance of the stadium. It looks to be as large as the new stadium in Athens, if not bigger.
“This is the Delphi Stadium. The Olympics actually started here as the Pythian Games, held every four years with competitions in sports, music, and poetry. The games at Olympia, however, were more important as Delphi had other significance, being the center of the earth and all.” She smiles at me.
“You really did your homework, didn’t you?” she asks.
“That I did,” I say, leading her down the track a bit. “That concludes our tour of Delphi, unless you want to go to the museum…” She shakes her head.
“No, I don’t feel up to walking through a museum right now,” she says. “I think you’ve given me a wonderful picture of how important Delphi is, now and then.” I wrap my arms around her and pull her into me again. I like standing behind her and holding her in my arms. I sniff her hair and her neck, and instinctively, my hand slips into the side of her dress and under the full mound of her breast. She takes in a deep breath and leans into me. Putting my other arm around her waist, I move my hand up to her bare nipple and roll until it pebbles.
“Christian…” she protests, covering my hand with hers.
“I can’t help it, Baby,” I breathe into her neck. “Your skin makes me hungry.” She whimpers quietly and leans back on my shoulder.
“Oh je t’aime mon chri…” she whispers.
“Je t’aime aussi, Papillon…”
The ride back to Athens takes no time at all as Butterfly and I are all kinds of inappropriate in the back seat of that car without giving a good goddamn about the two gentlemen in the front seat. We’re on our honeymoon… get used to it.
We only stop briefly at the Hotel to get our bags and flag a taxi for Charles and Norbert to get back to the airport, where the six of us catch a first class commercial flight to the island of Santorini. It’s a 45-minute flight, about 200 miles off the coast of the mainland. A driver is there to meet us in a minivan and roughly three miles from the airport down more narrow winding roads almost right next door to Pyrgos is the private villa I have rented for us for the next seven days.
The villa has four separate living quarters that contain eight bedrooms, nine bathrooms, four kitchens, five dining quarters including one indoor public area that seats 12 and one outdoor dining area in the private villa on the sublevel that seats 8-10. Three of the living quarters can be entered from the first level courtyard and the private villa on the sublevel has its own entrance. There is a full-sized pool on the first level and two outdoor Jacuzzis—one on the rooftop terrace and one in the courtyard of the private villa. There are courtyards and terraces on all four levels, so plenty of places to catch the sun… though Butterfly has done that already. We will relax and regroup here in the peace and quiet of this quaint little island, then become tourists on the bustling island of Crete for the last leg of our honeymoon.
It’s early evening when we arrive. Charles, Norbert, and Adrien unload our luggage while I pull Jason aside and Butterfly goes inside to explore. I already know the lay of the villa.
“There are four sections of this villa—four completely different houses. That means if I don’t want to see any of you, I don’t need to see any of you. As it is my intention to be naked as frequently as possible, I’m sure that none of you want to share a space with me. As it is also my intention for my wife to be naked as frequently as possible, I don’t want to share a space with any of you mugs. Having said that, the section that I’m sharing with my wife has three bedrooms. Each of the other three sections has one bedroom each. Two of them have lofts. Work it out.”
I walk with him over to where the walls separate the private villa on the sublevel from the other villas on the first and second level.
“If you stretch yourself a bit, you can see the lovely private yard and Jacuzzi. Do you see it?”
“It takes some real doing, but yes, sir,” he answers.
“Make sure that’s the last time you or anybody else sees it. I plan on using that Jacuzzi thoroughly. Anybody that I see looking over this wall or any other wall into our private area will be fired without pay and can get back to their home country the best way that they can.”
“Sir, how long have I worked for you?”
“A long time, but those others haven’t. Make sure they know that I’m serious,” I tell him. He nods once.
“Understood.” Our conversation ends just as Butterfly comes out of the largest of the villas on the first level, takes off her shoes, and sits on the edge of the pool with her feet wading in the water. Jason nods at me and goes off somewhere, presumably to talk to the rest of the security staff. I walk over to Butterfly and squat next to her.
“This place is huge,” she says. “Simple. Modest in its decoration and quite quaint, but huge. These ceilings are insane. These two have two-story ceilings. Have you seen it?”
“Yes, I have, but you haven’t even seen our villa yet.” Her eyes widen.
“There’s more?” she asks and I nod.
“Put your shoes on and I’ll show you.” She takes her feet out of the pool and I dry them with a nearby towel. After she put her shoes back on, I walk her to the corner of the courtyard and down two short flights of stairs to the private villa on the sub level.
We enter the courtyard first and there is the large private Jacuzzi and outdoor dining area. The ground is gray cobblestone and there are several doors along the villa wall.
“Hmm, we get to choose,” Butterfly says and I gesture her to the doors. She opens the first one and it opens into the master bedroom—nice-sized bed, queen double I think. The hallway has a bathroom on either side, one with a shower. We move on through to the kitchen with all stainless steel appliances, sink, and cookware. This is where the second door meets the courtyard. Butterfly is pleased with the kitchen and I think she plans on preparing a meal or three in that kitchen. I’ll wait until later to tell her that we have chef service.
The inside dining area is small, but the living area is rather spacious. Both areas have doors to the courtyard as well. The utility and laundry room branches off from the dining area while the other two bedrooms branch off from the living area. The largest of the bedrooms has a sitting area and a full bathroom attached and could actually be the master bedroom as well, since this is where the bathtub is located. I will ask Butterfly which bedroom she wants us to use. The other bedroom has more natural light, but opens directly to the courtyard. This one, though not as large as the master bedroom, has its own seating area and the only bathtub in the villa. The outside door is through the sitting room, not directly in the bedroom. I’m opting for this room and, as if she is reading my mind, Butterfly declares that she likes this room best as well.
Jason loudly announces his presence at the top of the stairs above the courtyard and I come out to meet him.
“Your luggage is upstairs. Do you want the staff to bring it down?”
“Yes, please,” I tell him.
“I’m told that dinner will be ready soon. Would you like to be served down here or upstairs?” I look over at Butterfly who shrugs.
“Down here,” I tell him. “Let the staff know that this refrigerator needs to be stocked with water, sparkling water and lots of cranberry juice. We’ll also need some fresh fruits and vegetables…”
“And some kind of bread,” Butterfly adds. “French bread or bruschetta or something like that. I’d love some fresh basil and mozzarella, too… and a good virgin olive oil, please…” Butterfly continues to rattle off a shopping list and Jason pulls out his blackberry to note everything that she needs. The staff brings our luggage down and puts it in the bedroom that we have chosen. Butterfly changes immediately into a swimsuit and cover-up and informs me that she’s going to take a quick dip in the pool. I decide this would be a good time to catch up on a few things.
I set up my laptop in the dining area and begin to comb through my emails. Nothing too much of any consequence jumps out at me immediately, just the same old boring stuff. I delete as many as I can as I already know that my email will be teeming by the time I get back from my honeymoon. I send off an email to Dad to see how Pops and Uncle Herman are doing. I’m distracted by activity outside and the sight of Butterfly walking by in the sexiest black swimsuit. Damn, how did I miss that?
Dinner is being set up outside and Butterfly has gone off to shower. Time just flew by as I was reading those emails. I close my laptop and stretch. Yeah, I was sitting there longer than I thought.
The staff lays out a dinner of swordfish, shrimp, grilled steak and calamari with spinach pie and zucchini, stuffed grape leaves, and artichokes. There’s baklava and our choice of a red or white wine. My mouth is watering for that steak, but I don’t know how Butterfly is going to react to it. Red meat has been the devil since the whole “murder burger” incident. I’m going to wait and see if she’ll let me eat it.
I don’t have long to wait as she comes strolling out of the villa in this sexy black chiffon mini-maxi halter dress. It’s a mini dress with a sheer maxi chiffon maxi skirt. I walk over to her and put my arms around her.
“Good evening,” I say kissing her neck. She purrs a bit.
“Good evening. Did you get any work done?”
“Very little. Just cleaned out some emails so that I won’t be buried when I finally do get back to work. How was your swim?” I take her hand and lead her to the table.
“Relaxing,” she says. “Maybe a bit too relaxing. I gave myself a bit of a workout in that pool. Did you know that it was a countercurrent pool?”
“No, actually I didn’t,” I say, pulling out her chair so that she can sit.
“Oh, yes,” she says putting her napkin on her lap. “It’s wonderful. Not too strenuous. I think I may add swimming to my exercise regimen. That and I may do a little more running. I haven’t really been on my game since I fired Luc.”
“Are you thinking about hiring him again?” I ask. She shakes her head as she takes some of the grilled jumbo shrimp and the spinach pie.
“My yoga is fine, and like I said, running and swimming, the occasional heavy-bag. I just have to do it. Planning the wedding and all of the tiny catastrophes of my life took precedent over the last several months. Maybe now, I can do a little more working out.” She looks around the table. “No water?”
That’s odd. She’s right, there’s no water. I go into the kitchen and grab a couple of bottles out of the refrigerator. “There’s beef on the table, Butterfly.” She looks up at me.
“Under that dome. Steak. Grilled. And I want it.” I sound like a toddler. Mommy can I have steak, please?
“Let’s see.” I lift the dome and show her two perfectly grilled prime cuts of steak. My mouth is watering just looking at them.
“How are they cooked?”
“Medium. Marinated.” I bring the steaks closer so that she can see them. She sniffs them, then twists her lips.
“No violent reaction. Go for it.” Oh, joy! “I won’t be eating any of it, though. No need in tempting the hands of fate.”
“Fret not, Butterfly,” I say, putting the massive chunks of beef on my plate. “They won’t go to waste!” She giggles as she digs in to her shrimp.
We have a wonderful conversation as we eat our meal. We mull over the sights we’ve already seen and what we want to see before we leave. I tell her that I sent an email to Dad about my grandfather and uncle and that I will likely call him later to see if they have gotten settled okay. She admits that she hasn’t touched base with anyone from the states except a quick text to Al and she hasn’t checked to see if there was a response. We continue to talk about nothing and everything until we finish our meal and the sun goes down. The staff comes back to clear the table, and Butterfly and I relax in one of the chaises in the courtyard enjoying the Greek night sky.
Moments later, my little Butterfly is purring in her sleep, smiling and off in dreamland. I take an afghan off a nearby chaise and cover her with it. Kissing her gently on the cheek, I go back into the dining room where my computer is and I have a clear view of the courtyard in case she wakes.
I clear a few more emails, then look at the time. Ten o’clock here means that it’s noon in Seattle.
“Hello, Christian!” Mom answers the phone very chipper. Is she happy to hear from me or just happy in general?
“Hi, Mom. How are things?”
“They’re fine and you’re on your honeymoon. Why are you calling? Is something wrong? Is Ana okay?” I have to smile at my mom’s concern.
“Ana’s fine, Mom. She’s napping in the courtyard under the stars. We flew to the Greek islands today and we are staying in a private villa. She’s taking full advantage of it.”
“That sounds wonderful, Son. That still doesn’t tell me why you’re calling on your honeymoon when you should be relaxing with your wife.”
“I’ve been concerned about Pops. I just wanted to know if he and Uncle Herman got settled in okay,” I tell her.
“Oh,” she says, still in that chipper voice, “yes, Herman and BJ have settled in just fine. They’ve taken the guest wing that we never used before your wedding. It’s actually perfect since it has its own entrance and that old servants’ elevator that we never used. It works really well for BJ on the days when he has dialysis and is kind of tired from it. He had his first treatment on Monday, but it took some doing with all of his doctors still in Michigan and no documentation here to speak of. Herman has gone back to get things settled and he will be back Monday or Tuesday. He has already shipped some of their things and letting the rest of the family know where they will be.”
“Is he having any trouble?” I ask her.
“He’s meeting a bit of resistance from his and Cary’s other brothers, but it’s not like there’s anything they can do about it. As it turns out, Herman has been on disability all this time and he’s just been taking care of BJ. They’re not broke, thank God, but I can imagine how hard it must have been taking care of BJ all alone.”
“Yeah, that must’ve been pretty hard. Did he mention that he may have needed any help getting things squared away in Detroit?”
“No, not really. I think it’s all a matter of just getting addresses changed and meds and doctors set up. The biggest headache he’ll have to contend with is the family house.”
“What’s the problem?” I ask her.
“I think the brothers are fighting over it, but it’s not like anyone can do anything with it as long as BJ is still alive. It’s one of those really big houses in the historical district. So of course, they’re tryingto figure out what to do with it.”
“How does Pops feel?”
“He thinks it’s kind of a waste—a big house in Detroit that no one is living in and he’s out here in Seattle.”
“Let me talk to Herman. I’ll see if there’s some way I can help.”
“That’s good, Christian. I knew that you would. How’s Greece?”
“It’s wonderful, Mom…”
I tell her about all of the sights we have seen so far and all of the pictures that we have taken, how Butterfly has educated me on Socrates and Plato while I educated her on Delphi. I told her that we are now in the Greek islands and that our adventure in Santorini begins tomorrow. While I’m filling her in on our trip and she’s absorbing it like a sponge, I see movement in the courtyard. The faint light from the lanterns illuminate Butterfly’s body as she stands and stretches.
“I have to go, Mom. I want to check on Ana and it’s getting kind of late here.”
“Okay, Son. Kiss her for me and you two have a wonderful time.”
“We will, Mom. Love you.”
“I love you, too, Christian.” I end the call and turn off the light intent on walking outside to greet Butterfly. I stand in the doorway and watch as she glides to the hot tub and unties the halter on her dress. I am mesmerized, licking my lips as she pushes the dress down her naked body and lets it pool on the floor. With her back to me, she climbs into the hot tub and slowly sinks down into the water… and I am drooling. She is naked in the hot tub. Fuck! I have to get out there!
I’ve known that I wanted to do this the moment that I saw we had an outdoor Jacuzzi in a private courtyard. I remove my dress and climb into the heavenly hot water and powerful bubbling jets. Naked in the Jacuzzi… it’s magnificent!
That nap was just what I needed. Now I just want to feel the warm water wrap around me. The Jacuzzi is not as hot as I thought it would be, but that’s good. I still have a bit of a full stomach and super-hot water wouldn’t be too comfortable. I close my eyes and relax a moment, luxuriating in the feel of the jets pulsing on my skin. I hear the door open and I see him walk out of the dining area. He looks hungry. I sit up so that my bare nipples peak right over the bubbles from the jet, appearing then disappearing with the water flow, taunting my observer.
“Join me,” I say softly.
“Gladly,” he says, snatching his shirt over his head with no regard for the buttons and sliding simultaneously out of his pants and boxer briefs so that his growing erection springs forth. Oh, yes. I haven’t had that in… three days? I am so ready for some of that!
He sinks down into the water across from me and his gray eyes and beckoning me. I cross over to him and he immediately takes my lips in a hungry kiss.
“We’ve been teasing each other all day,” he says as he pulls me onto his lap, grabs my bare ass with both hands and grinds my sex into his erection.
“Ugh! Yes, we have,” I whisper.
“Yes, we have, and all I’ve wanted to do all day is make you scream.” He sucks a nipple into his mouth and teases it with his tongue.
“Mmm! You have?” I squeak. I’m so hot, I could heat this tub by myself.
“Mm-hmm,” he says as he bites down gently on my nipple, pushing me higher and higher. I moan deep in my chest. He feels so good touching me this way. He turns me around in his lap so that I am facing away from him and nestles me down in his lap. What is he doing? By the time I figure it out, he has pinned my legs open with his and his hand is holding my lips open exposing my clit and causing it to protrude. The jet from across the Jacuzzi is pushing water hard and hot against my clit and it burns.
“Christian!” I protest.
“Wait,” he says soothing. Shit, this is too much! I squirm to get out of his grasp, but he has me locked down.
“Christian, please!” I want him to stop. This is uncomfortable.
“Trust me, Baby,” he breathes in my ear. “Relax. Give it a moment. Breathe.” I try to relax and breathe and this shit is still hurting. Then, after a moment or two, the heat starts to penetrate under my clit and into my core and the water brushes upward over the delicate skin while the pulsing gives a deep, hot massage.
“Ah! Ah!” The sensation is surprising. It was painful and uncomfortable at first, but now, it’s intensely pleasurable… almost unbearable. “Aaahh! Aaaaahhh!”
“Feeling better, Baby?” he croons as he opens my lips wider with his fingers.
“Y-yes! Yes!” I can’t buck towards the water, because he has me pinned down. His arm is across my body, holding me in place and tweaking my nipple at the same time. “Aaahh, Christian!” I lay my head back on his shoulder and I don’t know what to do with my hands. He holds me harder against him, pushing his erection against my ass so that I can feel it.
“Get ready, Baby,” he croons while driving me crazier still with the tweaking of my nipple, “you’re going to come really, really hard.”
“I… I…” Oh hell, the pleasure is so intense that I can barely speak. “Aaaaaagh…! I… want you to… fuck me!”
“And I will, thoroughly, but first you’re going to come really, really hard.” He runs his finger across my clit then releases my lips. It doesn’t matter. My clit is standing up on its own. He crosses his arms over my body and tweaks both nipples mercilessly.
“Ooooooo!” I groan. This is so too much. This heat and this friction, I can’t close my legs, and now he’s pinching and rolling my nipples, which is enough to make me come by itself. I am sweating from the heat and the intensity and before I have enough time register what is happening, the pulsing the heat the tweaking, something goes straight to my core and flips that switch. I burst into this hot, burning, painful orgasm that causes me to lose control of my fucking senses.
What the fuck is that? Oh, fuck… that’s me! I sound like a damn cow mooing in pain or something. Christian’s arm shoots across the top of my body and holds me down across my shoulders and his other hand pins my body to his across my abdomen and his legs still have mine pinned down as I thrash about wildly in this water, swatting uselessly at nothing with my hands and groaning loud enough to make my throat hurt while my insides are being burned out of me by a sadistic lover and a Jacuzzi jet. It goes on and on, it seems, ripping me apart from the inside out until I just can’t take it anymore.
When he and the Jacuzzi have juiced all of the pleasure out of me that they’re going to get from this round, I put my hand in front of my clit signaling that I have had enough. He moves us both to the right and out of the way of the jet. He holds me there for a moment while I catch my breath. My throat hurts like fuck, so he leaves me there and retrieves another bottle of water from the refrigerator. I down the whole damn thing. Fuck that was intense, but he did warn me.
He slips back into the water and sits in his original spot. He picks me up and puts me on his lap again straddling him. I hadn’t noticed that Athena’s spear was at full staff until I feel him slowly sliding me down on it.
“Oohhoho,” I moan, both because I’m still so tender and because he feels so good inside of me.
“Love me… slowly…” he breathes. I rise and fall on him, in exquisite pain and pleasure.
“Baby… Damn, Baby, you’re still pulsing,” he groans, as his hands slide around my thighs and to my hips. “That’s it, Baby… slowly… mmm, yes…” He moves his hips only slightly to meet my stroke and it’s fantastic. He’s rubbing my ass and my hips as he pushes them down onto him with every down stroke and caresses with every lift. When he starts to groan in his chest, he holds my ass open with both hands and sticks a long fingertip into my asshole.
Oh, fuck, he knows I love when he does that.
“Uuuugh! Christian!” I moan, throwing my head back and trying to keep the pace we have developed. I’m starting to rise again and I want to bounce and come and make him come with me, but I fight to keep the rhythm. Just when I think I can maintain, I notice that on my up stroke, that fucking jet is blasting into my fucking ass while Christian massages it. Holy cow, Batman! It feels so good that I almost lose the battle with the bounce.
My shiver and groan alerts Christian to something amiss and he almost immediately zeroes in on what it is. This fucker holds my ass open and begins to stroke up into me. Fucking hell! I put my hands on his shoulders, throw my head back and settle in for the ride. Now not only is the hot jet shooting into my ass, but the stroke he has going means that it is actually stroking my perineum and core as well—right where he’s entering me, which means he’s getting an insane massage on his dick and balls on the upstroke.
“Damn… Oh, fuck…” He grunts, confirming my suspicions and I just let him hold me up and fuck me since he’s doing it so well. I’m mewling or yelping or something each time he thrusts into me because it feels so good that I’m going to be a ball of mush any second now. I’m still in the “worshiping the stars” position when he stroke quickens and he’s taking care of the bouncing for me.
“Fuck, Baby!” He exclaims as he slams into me as much as the water will allow him, still holding me in the line of this wonderful jet. Some of the water breaches my rosette and when I push it out, my core tightens around him and he groans loudly, thrusting hard into me.
Oh… My… God… I’m…
“Oh… fuck… baby… don’t… move…” he hisses.
Okay, so he’s holding my ass open and the super jets are thumping onto my rosette while he’s pulsing into me. This orgasm is blasting through me and he’s telling me not to move. I am trembling violently trying not to drop down on him and he is holding me firmly in place while he growls loudly and his rock hard dick expands and throbs into me all on its own, no doubt emptying every drop of cum that his body has to offer.
I dig my nails into his shoulders and hold on. I hear him grunting with each pulse and his fingers grip my ass cheeks to the point of pain. My whole body shakes and I growl some inhuman groan out of my chest. It’s moments like this that make me understand why dogs get stuck in this position.
“Ooooooohhhh fuuuuuuuck,” he groans deeply, now slightly thrusting into me and spawning me into what feels like another orgasm as the water curves up around my body and his dick and rushes over my clit. I whine in my throat, still unable to move as he is holding me firmly in place. I am dizzy with pleasure, light-headed from the intensity. When he finally releases his grip on my ass, I collapse onto his chest, completely breathless. We both have to sit there for a moment before either of us is able to move.
“Goddamn!” he groans. “That was fantastic. I’ve had some of the most intense orgasms of my life with you. I wonder why that is.”
“It’s the emotion,” I breathe. “You’re loving me with your dick and with your soul. Your dick knows the difference.”
“I’ll say,” he says, caressing my body. “Let’s get out of here. The chlorine’s not good for your skin and I’m sure it’s gotten in some places that it shouldn’t have.” I giggle and slowly rise off his dick. I kiss him quickly on the lips and get out of the hot tub. We forgot to bring towels, so I walk into our en suite and go straight to the shower. I’ll just rinse this chlorine water off and I think it’s time for bed. As I’m rinsing the chlorine off with warm water, I watch as the water streams down my breast and I’m fascinated. They do look a little bigger, a little rounder. They’ve always been perky, but they’re sitting up and—dare I say—beautiful. What the fuck do you eat to get bigger boobs and where do I find more of it?
I’m so distracted by my boobs that I didn’t notice Christian standing inside the doors with his once-again erect member in his hand, stroking deliciously. Are you kidding me?
“I watched you walk away, and your wet ass was twitching at me… calling me…” Oh, he wants my ass. That could be fun. “Then I come in here and you’re playing with your breasts. What are you trying to do to me?” I raise my eyebrow to him and bend my index finger in the “come hither” motion. He steps into the bathtub still stroking his shaft and I proceed to rinse the chlorine off of his body. When he is all rinsed and nearly shivering in his own hand, I replace the shower head and get on my knees. Taking him in my mouth, I suck hard, over and over while he groans helplessly. I don’t want him to come, I just want to taste him, so I do—over and over until he nearly cries for me to stop. When I do, I stand and turn around. Facing the wall, I stick my ass out to him. I know that I’m ready because that jet more than prepared this ground for the farmer. He groans, then proceeds to position his head at my rosette. When I feel him there, I push back into him and feel his head pop into me.
“Ah! Ah, fuck! Wait!” Wait? Really? He stands there for a moment and takes a few deep breaths. I smile as I realize he is about to come and doesn’t want to come so soon. “Bed! I want you on the fucking bed.” Okay, Mr. Grey. I realize this will give you the opportunity to calm yourself. He pulls out of my ass with a hiss and off he goes to parts unknown.
I turn off the water and dry myself off. I go into the bedroom and lie face down on the bed and wait for him.
A few minutes later, he comes back into the bedroom completely dry, except for his oily dick. He rolls my towel and puts it under my pelvis to raise my ass. He straddles me from behind and opens my ass checks. After pouring the oil onto my rosette and massaging generously—working me into yet another frenzy—he positions himself at the opening again and with little effort, slips right in. We both groan at the entrance and I push back against him again, slowly and with short strokes so that I can acclimate to him. He hisses and groans with every movement as I push him further and further into me, accepting all that he has to offer. He doesn’t move a muscle as I pull him into me, barely breathing except for the occasional groan of pleasure.
“Tell me when… you’re ready.” He could barely get the words out around his pleasure and desire. No use making him wait any longer.
“I’m ready,” I breathe. He slowly pulls out of me a slowly pushes back in, the oil—which I assume is olive oil—making for a smooth entry and exit as well as deliciously slick friction.
“Oh, Christian,” I moan, and he picks up the pace. “Yes, Baby… that’s it.” I try to push against him, but his hips have mine pushed down and he’s giving new meaning to the phrase, “bump and grind.”
“Fuck, Anastasia! I love your ass!” He says, shoving his hands under my thighs and pushing them against him, lying on my back, and pumping furiously into my ass. It’s glorious!
“Yes, Christian… yes… please don’t stop…” He feels so good in my ass and I love it. I love that he’s feeling so good that I can tell that he’s losing control. His grunts and groans in my ear are spurning me on and I’m getting hotter and hotter by the second. His strokes become shorter and deeper and the massage is maddening.
“Oh, God, Christian!” I cry out, grabbing handfuls of bedding as I push against him.
“Baby… fuck, you’re too much… too fucking much…” I feel his hips still moving, but I know that he’s about to come because the rest of him goes stiff. As he is digging into me and rolling his hips around, that wonderful feeling that starts in my midsection and bursts everywhere when he’s fucking me in the ass takes control. My body stiffens and I ride the wave. This also means that my asshole tightens…
“Fuck! Ba-by!” He thrusts into me once more and I feel him squirting inside me. “Baby… Baby… baby, fuck!” he grunts, and this orgasm seems to be longer than the first. When he is finally done, he collapses on my back, panting like a puppy.
“Oh my God. I’m going to die if we keep this up.” You? “More? I’ll eat the skin off that pussy right now if you…”
“No! No! I can’t come anymore. I’ll lose my fucking mind!” The thought of having another searing orgasm like the ones I’ve had tonight makes me tremble, and not in a good way.
“Are you sure?” he asks, rubbing his hands up my arms.
“I’m positive!” I say. No doubt about it, Grey. I won’t let you go without sex for three nights again. You tried to kill me on the third night… and I made you come this morning! He kisses me on my shoulder, then pulls out of me and I swear it feels like his dick is a mile long. I hiss when he finally clears my rosette, take a deep breath and finally relax.
“Damn, Baby. That ass must’ve have sucked the hell out of my dick.”
“Besides the obvious, why would you say that?”
“Creamypies.” Just as he says it, there is the unwelcome feeling of ooze between my legs.
“Ugh!” I say, shaking my hands as if the goop were on my fingers. Christian chuckles at me.
“Stay right there, Baby.” It seems to take him forever to go into the en suite and come back with a wet washcloth. He opens my legs and ass and cleans me thoroughly, thank God, and the yucky feeling is soon replaced with the feeling of being loved and cherished. When he goes back to the en suite, I realize that we fucked right on top of the duvet. Oops. I pull it off the bed, thankful that we avoided staining it, and climb back in bed waiting for Christian.
I am roused awake when he comes to bed and snuggles me next to his body. Did I fall asleep? What took him so long?
“Huh?” I say intent on asking the question.
“You had a shower earlier, Baby. I only had a rinsing.” He kisses me on the forehead. “Sleep now, Butterfly. I love you.”
“Mmmm,” I say while drifting back to sleep.
“Really, Christian, it’s nothing to worry about. The house is still in Dad’s name and no one can do anything about that. I won’t let my brothers or their wives harass him about what he plans to do with it. My biggest concern is that I don’t want it to be empty while we’re not here and I don’t want to rent it out to someone who won’t take care of it.”
I’m up with the dawn, so I called Uncle Herman in Detroit to get a better idea of what Mom may have been talking about. Butterfly is still asleep after our hot tub/bedroom workout last night and I don’t plan to disturb her. It’s late in Detroit, but I thought I’d take the chance anyway.
“Why not let one of your brothers stay in the house? I assume the idea is to keep it in the family, right?”
“Unfortunately not. Stan and Freeman both own houses and they would only want to sell it. I don’t know, maybe I should just sell, huh?”
“What does Pops want?” I ask.
“He wants to keep it,” he says. “It’s in the Boston-Edison Historical District—huge house with a great property value even with the housing crash. Plus, he raised his family there. He doesn’t want to see it in the hands of strangers.”
“Is it a money issue, Uncle Herman?”
“No, that’s not it at all,” he sighs. “I’m not trying to slight you or anything, Christian, but here in Detroit, the factory workers live the good life. They make the good money compared to the average working man—maybe not compared to you, but… anyway, when it comes down to the house, it was never money. Dad owns it free and clear and never took out any loans on it, especially after Mom died. He wanted to make sure that no matter what happened, we always had somewhere to call home. I’m rambling…”
“No, I completely understand. So, now the biggest issue that you have is having someone in the house that will make sure that it’s taken care of. What do you plan to do with it in the long run? Do you and Pops plan on moving back to Detroit?” He sighs.
“I don’t know, Christian. Everything is up in the air right now. I mean, as much as I hate to say this, I’m waiting to see if my father is going to live or die. I know that if the prognosis remains grim, he’s going to want to stay in Seattle with Rick and Gracie and the rest of you. Wherever he is, that’s where I’ll be. When he’s gone…” the line goes quiet.
“You’ll still have us if you want to stay, Uncle Herman, and we’re going to do everything we can to make sure Pops gets well. So I know it’s difficult under the circumstances, but let’s try not to think that way, okay?” I hear him sniffing on the other end.
“Okay. Anyway, I just… don’t know what to do with the house. I can’t let them sell it, at least not while Dad is alive… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that, but I think you know what I mean.” I know exactly what he means.
“Forgive my saying so, but it seems like your brothers are just vultures waiting for the kill. I mean, they didn’t seem to take a personal interest in taking care of Pops while he was there. Now, he’s only been gone a week—and he’s not even passed away—and they’re trying to sell his house. Is there something I’m missing here?”
“They’re not bad guys, Christian. It’s just… I don’t know, it’s every man for himself. They’ve got their families and they’re doing their own thing…”
“You’re defending them, Uncle Herman,” I say softly, “and that’s okay. Those are your brothers, but don’t let it cloud your judgment. In the meantime, I’ll see about getting a full-time caretaker for your father’s house until you guys decide what you want to do with it.”
“A caretaker? My brothers definitely won’t stand for that.”
“Oh, but they want to sell it?” I’m getting a little angry now. “Tell one of them to move into it, then!” I have to calm myself when I realize that I’m raising my voice a bit. “I have other properties that I don’t visit often. They have caretakers, people who professionally live in other people’s houses and take care of them. It won’t be permanent—just until you and Pops decide what you want to do with the property. There will be security as well…”
“I don’t want this to become a war, Christian.”
“And it won’t, as long as your brothers don’t try to bully you and Pops into selling the house if you’re not ready. The caretaker will be there for the property and the security with be there for the caretaker. We can most likely find you a couple that will be willing to do this, but it could take time. I could put my PA on it and hopefully find someone to take the position in a few weeks.” I hear him sigh.
“We don’t have that much time.”
“You have all the time in the world, Uncle Herman. It just depends on how far you want to go with this and if you want to keep the house. Your brothers are going to fight you—you can’t avoid it. It all depends on what you want to do. I can have security posted in and around that house in 24 hours until we find you a caretaker couple. You just need to say the word.” He sighs again.
“I just want my father to be well and happy. That’s all I want.”
“So you don’t have time to be worried about his house. Be open and honest with your brothers. Tell them what you are doing and why. Let them know that nothing is going to happen to that house without your father’s permission and if and when that fateful day happens, you will all decide what happens to the house. Until then, no one is selling Pops’ house and that’s it. If they decide to make it a war from there, we will get an injunction and go all out. Not that I’m trying to slight your brothers, but I am a relentless businessman with nearly endless resources and I won’t allow my grandfather to be bullied out of his home. Now tell me what you need.”
“You’re a good man, Christian…” And there’s that phrase again. It’s official, I’m getting soft.
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