31 March 2006

Story: Nikki's Amusement Park Adventure

Misc Story.  Thirteen year-old Nikki and her friend love causing trouble at the local amusement park.  You'll have to read to find out what genius prank they decide to pull.  And I'm sure you won't be surprised to find that her older brother punishes her adequately for it.

Nikki's Amusement Park Adventure
by Breanna Carter

I waved goodbye to Steven, my older brother, when he dropped my friend, Charlotte, and I off at the amusement park. It was a gloriously sunny day, except for it was so hot sweat was threatening to drip down my face already and I'd just stepped outside! The two of us were thirteen years old and had nothing better to do with our free time than hang out at the amusement park down the street. We'd both managed to bug our parents to buy us season passes, so we got in free and thus spent every evening we could there.

Well, the main reason we went was because of Derrick, a junior in the high school that we would be attending. He was tall and thin, always wore a hat and had dark brown eyes that would make any girl swoon. As you can imagine, most of the time we spent there was either riding the ride that he was operating or sitting at a picnic bench across from him, munching on ice cream.

Derrick wasn't the only good-looking boy that worked there... of course there were plenty. And we'd become friends with most of the guys. The females... well, they were another story. They saw us as what we were: bratty little teenagers who had nothing better to do with their time than to terrorize amusement park workers.

"Oh no, it's Nikki and Charlotte again," Jonathan murmured. He was my favorite worker, even though he wasn't the most attractive. He definitely had the best personailty and treated us like we were his own little sisters. He always looked out for us, which was mostly a good thing... in case we got into any trouble, he could help us out.

"You know you love us," I said, walking towards him.

"Yeah, right... as much as I love a stomach ache."

"You love those, too?" Charlotte said, giggling.

"What are you two kiddos up to today?"

"Same as always... just bugging innocent amusement park workers like yourself," I said.

"Innocent?" Charlotte answered and laughed.

"Well you two be careful... and leave Miranda alone... she's having a tough day."

"Miranda's a bitch," I muttered.

"Hey! That's not very nice! And aren't you too young to be using that type of language?"

Before we could answer, Derrick walked past us, on his way to working the bumper cars. Charlotte and I both watched him walk by then glanced at each other and said, "Gotta go" and "See ya!"

We giggled as we stood in line for the bumper cars. It was a slow day, not many kids were there, so we didn't have to wait in line for too long. Derrick smiled when he saw us and I wondered if he knew our names yet, then blushed because we'd be seeing him at school and he'd always know us as the two kids with nothing better to do with their time!

"Back again?" he asked and opened the gate for us to ride the bumper cars.

We didn't answer him just found a car and carried out our normal activities of bumping into each other and finding some little kid with their parent and bumping into their side to try and make them cry. How evil are we?

The day was fairly uneventful and before too long, I had a stale pretzle and she a bag of overcooked popcorn and we sat at the picnic bench watching Derrick and talking about what we could do to bug someone.

"Oh yeah!" Charlotte mused. "Remember how I told you that I had a fantastic idea?"

I nodded, chewing on the pretzle.

"Well... here goes.." She put down her popcorn and stared at me intently, all seriousness on her face. The thing she said after that took all the seriousness away: "We're going to fill the logride with bubble bath!"

I nearly choked on my pretzle from laughing so hard. It was so random and so funny... a perfect idea! "Did you bring some bubbles?" I managed to snort through all the gagging on the pretzle.

She opened her purse to reveal the second most funny thing: a superman bubble bath bottle. That was priceless.

"So let me get this straight... we're going to pour bubbles from superman's head into the water on the logride? And how are we going to do this without getting caught?"

"Simple. Today's a slow day, and Miranda's the only one at the logride. So she'll have to make sure we get off okay then push the next log to the front so another kid can get on and she'll have to help them on before she comes back to where we are. That'll give us a good minute or two... and I'll be on the lookout to make sure she doesn't see and you can pour it in, then we can make a run for it."

Seemed like an intelligent idea to me.. And funny as hell. Who, besides Charlotte, would EVER think about putting bubble bath in the water of the logride?

We finished our food and waited in line, secretly planning our mission. Since I was wearing horrifically baggy jeans, she opted for me to put the bubble bath in my pockets in case they wouldn't let her have her purse. It didn't take long before we were to the front of the line and bitchy Miranda helped us into the boat as if we were too special to figure it out for ourselves. We began singing like we always did, some crazy song that we'd heard on the radio, just to amuse ourselves and entertain the people who were standing in line. We finally began to ascend and I felt my heart nervously pounding in my chest.

We screamed as the logride plunged to the bottom, becoming soaked with water and watching as Miranda sent the next person off and came to meet us in the back. She pressed the button to stop the log and helped steady the boat when we got out, then watched us exit and went back to the front. Then Charlotte and I turned around and went back inside.

I tiptoed towards the water and Charlotte peeked her head around the corner, keeping a close eye on Miranda who was chatting with some kids in the front of the line. I pulled the bottle out of my pocket and unscrewed the lid, then began dumping the contents into the water. It seemed like it was taking forever and then the water started bubbling and Charlotte began giggling and trying to cover her mouth to keep from laughing aloud. The bubbles were finally all drained and Charlotte muttered "Oh shit! She's coming!" and ran past me, somehow managing to knock me over in the process.

The rest happened in slow motion. She rammed me in the shoulder, I lost my balance, then tried to catch myself, but ended up stepping on my pants instead and toppled over.... RIGHT into the water. I don't know how I managed to miss the track, but I did and ended up in the lake right next to the track where the kids who had last been put on the ride were now coming down. I started freaking out and screaming, trying my hardest to swim out, but I was panicking so much that the only result was water in my mouth. The log drifted past me and I heard a girl say, "Look, Mommy!"

I then realized that Miranda had radioed some of the other workers and they were all rushing towards me. Miranda was freaking out so much that she almost forgot to stop the breaks for the people who'd just finished riding. She started screaming out what'd happened to one worker as the other came over to me and told me to grab his hand. I did as instructed, then saw the bubbles and began laughing. I was laughing so hard that when I was finally pulled out of the water, I just lay on the grass cackling. The workers didn't find it very amusing. One of them was already scolding Charlotte, who was on the other side of the fence.

"Are you trying to kill yourselves?" he was rambling, then adding a few more things. The worker who was near me, Josh, helped me up and walked me towards Charlotte and the yelling manager man and let me have a bit of the yelling, too. Everyone was staring at us and I had the strange urge to wave at them, but resisted. He took ahold of each of our upper arms and dragged us to the front where we passed by every good-looking worker EVER, including Derrick. Not to mention we saw Jonathan who immediately gave us a questioning look.

Needless to say, they weren't very happy with our bubble adventure. The only rule that we'd really broken, though, was sneaking inside the exit without a worker present. He made sure to tell us how dangerous that was and that it was a rule that could not be broken. I secretly hoped that Miranda would get in trouble for not keeping a better eye on us, but didn't have much time to think about it.

"I'll need the name and number of both of your parents," the manager spat when we got to a small building. It was the place where there was first aid and lost and found... It also had his office. He handed me a towel and I wrapped myself up then followed him to the room. The two of us sat in the chairs in front of his desk, just like we were little kids having been sent to the principal's office and were awaiting our paddling.

Charlotte was the first to rattle off her number and I noticed that her lip was quivering. Fearless Charlotte was finally broken. She talked like she'd do anything, but she was just as scared as I was...

Not to mention I so knew what Steven would do when he found out what I'd done.

We waited in the cold room outside of the manager's office for what felt like hours. Random people kept walking in and seeing us sitting there. I looked so pathetic wrapped up in my towel with dripping hair and shivering. Jonathan even came in once to see what was going on and make sure we were okay. Of course he expressed his disappointment. And as much as it bothered me to see him upset with me, I knew I'd be devastated when Steven found out. And unable to sit.

Charlotte's mother arrived before Steven and she was infuriated. She stormed inside and shouted, "Get into the car, Charlotte Jenkins. And you better enjoy sitting down while you still can!"

Even though both of has been spanked before, even together, Charlotte turned at least seven different shades of pink when her mother said that and ducked out of the building. I was sure she was swearing that she'd never step foot in this amusement park again.

Being there without Charlotte was the most frightening thing ever. I stared at the clock and listened to the girls answer the phone. Every so often another person would walk in for a bandaid or something they'd lost. I was absorbed into trying to figure out how the two-way mirror worked when I heard heavy footsteps and noticed a tall figure over me.

"Oh, uhm, hey Steven," I stammered.

"Hey, Nikki," he replied, and I noticed a flicker of anger in his eyes. I couldn't help but gulp. While Derrick had the most beautiful dark brown eyes, my brother had the most frightening. The way Derrick stared at you was like an adorable little puppy. The way Steven stared at you was like he could see right through you and you weren't getting out of it no matter how hard you tried. "Let's go."

He was surprisingly calm, but I didn't try to initiate a conversation for fear that I might be reprimanded. I wanted a peaceful ride home, but the fact that he kept the radio turned off didn't help that. Not to mention it was about a thirty minute ride from the amusement park to my house. The tension in the car was unbelievable.

Steven finally spoke. "How the hell did you fall into the water?"

I giggled a little and realized he was glaring at me so stopped. "Charlotte was on the lookout and she came running past me and ran into me and I tripped and fell..."

"That's so dangerous for you two to be there unsupervised. You're lucky they didn't kick you out of the park for the rest of the season."

"I know," I murmured. "I really am sorry... we just wanted to pour bubbles into the water.."

He shook his head, but was grinning. "You're so getting a spanking when we get home," was his only response.

Well, there it was.. the fate was sealed. I was going to get a spanking. How did I manage to get myself in these predicaments?

I shivered a little, all wet and sticky from being in the logride water. With the air on full blast, it just made it colder and I was nervous anyway (a spanking always makes me that way)... so *that* didn't help with the shivering.

"Steven... do you have to spank me?"

He nodded. "Sure do."

"How come? Mom and Dad never spank me."

"That's because you were significantly better behaved before they went to Florida. Before you started hanging out with Charlotte."

"It's not her fault.."

"I'm not blaming her. I just think that when the two of you get together you don't think about consequences as much as you should. I figured the first spanking would've told you what happens when you do something you're not supposed to.."

I had a flashback of that first spanking that my brother had given me. It was the last week of school and Charlotte and took it upon ourselves to skip English class by sitting in the locker room in the gym. It was one of those class periods where only sixth graders had P.E. and we stuck out like a sore thumb. We threatened a couple of the kids to not tell on us, but some of them didn't listen and told anyway. The gym teacher, who was normally a boys' coach, but had this class of co-ed sixth graders, had a girl go inside and make sure that no one was changing, then stormed into the locker room. He wasn't such a tall man, but that afternoon he towered over us and yelled with all of his might. It was the scariest thing in the world! He lectured us on skipping class and then sent the girl who'd taddled to his office to get the Board of Education (such a creative name... how many schools actually have a paddle called that?). She came back with a smirk on her face, hoping she could watch, but he dismissed her instead.

I'd never been paddled before. In fact, the most spanking I'd ever gotten was a couple of swats from angry aunts or uncles. My parents never spanked me. They never felt the need to. I guess that's why I was so terrified. I kept telling myself that he couldn't do that to us when I knew very well he could -- we lived in the deep south, in the boonies. Spanking in schools was still allowed, whether right or not. I began to wish that I lived in the city...

The paddling was short and sweet... he told us to bend over and swatted us three times with the paddle. It stung, but nothing nearly as bad as the spanking I got when I got home and Steven found out what'd happened. He'd muttered obscenities under his breath and swore that he'd "tear me up." I was uber surprised that my brother would even *think* about spanking me because he wasn't even raised in the south and he'd only gotten spanked a couple of times himself. But hell, he spanked the daylights out of me and I was bawling like a baby within seconds.

Thinking about that didn't help the shivering go away -- not only was I cold and afraid for the next spanking, but I was having the horrible feeling of remembering what it felt like. I was almost to tears by the time we pulled into the driveway.

When I didn't make any effort to move, just gave him the look of an innocent puppy, he shook his head. "Get out of the car, Missy. You are getting spanked, and no adorable looks will get you out of it."

I pouted, but pushed the cardoor open and walked two feet behind Steven towards our house. He held the front door open for me then directed me towards the sofa. He sat down and stared up at me.

"I am so disappointed in you, Nicole. You literally could've drown..."

"But wouldn't that be a cool story to tell everyone? 'How'd your little sister die?' 'She fell into the water at the amusement park and drown.' Then maybe that bitch..."

"HEY! Watch your language, Young Lady. And NO, it wouldn't be cool to tell everyone that story. I'd like to keep my sis around for a few more years, even if you are a pain sometimes."

I bit my lower lip.

"Pull your pants down."

"But Steven! I'm soaked!"

"I don't care. Pull them down, NOW," he bellowed.

I whined but peeled my jeans off and let them fall to my knees. He didn't waste any time getting me over his lap. "Pleaseeee Steven.." I begged, squirming to free myself from his grip and not go over his lap. He was overpowering, though. I was over his lap and staring at the carpet. My only defense was to move my hands back to try and cover my bottom so he wouldn't spank me.

"MOVE YOUR HANDS, Nicole!" he yelled and slapped the back of my leg.

I yelped and moved my hands in front of me. "Please no... please please please. I'll be good!!"

He ignored me and pulled down my panties.

"Pleaseeeee Steven. I'm sorry I'm sorry... I won't do it again. I promise!"

"Damn right you won't do it again," he said, then slapped my still-wet backside. "Because you won't be able to sit down for long enough to contemplate it." He smacked me again and again, and each time I yelped and squirmed as much as I was able under his firm grip. "And you are going to write a letter of apology to the manager, do you understand?"

"A letter of apology?!?" I shrieked, only to be answered with a sharp smack on my right sit spot. "Okay okay okay!! I'll write a letter of apology!! Pleaseeeee stopp!!"

However, he didn't stop. He kept up spanking me, circling my waist with his arm to ensure that I'd stop squirming so much. I was bawling by this time. The tears steadily streamed down my face and I couldn't breathe from all the crying. I tried to wiggle away but he wouldn't let me. I tried to reach back but he grabbed my hands just in time. There was no preventing this assault on my backside.

"Are you going to behave, Young Lady?" he asked in a stern voice.

"Yes, yes!!! I willllll!" I promised.

He smacked my sit spots a couple of times then stopped, resting his hand on my bum. "Now, go take a shower and get to bed. No amusement park for the rest of the week."

I didn't have it in me to argue. I just rolled off of his lap and let him hug me tightly, then limped away to the shower.

After a spanking like that, I'd surely stay out of trouble the rest of the summer... Right?

01 March 2006

Story: Sleeping Kicks Ass

Misc Story.  Leslie enjoys sleeping.  Who can blame her?  It just sucks when she promises her older brother that she'll make it to class and then she, um, doesn't.

Sleeping Kicks Ass
by Breanna Carter

My face was buried into my pillow, drool escaping from my mouth, and I was probably snoring. Who knows? All I know is that Thomas, my older brother, woke me up and interrupted my sleep.

"Leslie! Are you going to get up and go to school?" I don't know why he asked me. Like I'd tell him no or something.

"Uh huh," I groaned. "Give me five more minutes."

"Get up. I have to meet with my professor before class today."

"I'm going to," I promised, wishing that he'd leave me alone already.

He sighed loudly. "If you don't go to school, I'm going to give you a spanking," he told me, then walked out, spraying cologne on. I ignored that statement. Even though I was sixteen years old, he always threatened to spank me, and never followed through. Why start worrying now.

"I'm going to go to school," I mumbled, pulling the blankets over my head.

"At least set your alarm so you'll get up," he begged, standing in my doorway once again.

To humor him, I set the alarm so I could sleep ten more minutes.

"Thank you," he said, then, "I'll see you this afternoon. Have a good day."

I didn't answer, just snuggled with my stuffed animal and drifted back into a solemn sleep. Of course, the damn alarm clock started buzzing only minutes after I'd fallen asleep. I slammed the snooze button countless numbers of times and finally just turned my alarm off and went to sleep, not waking up until about 10:30. Oops.

"Shit!" I said aloud and stood up instantly, as if there was any chance of getting to school on time now. I slapped my forehead and glared at the ceiling. It's not like it was the ceiling's fault or anything. I just had to glare at something and it's kind of hard to glare at yourself. "Dammit. How could I miss school? I've got that huge Chemistry test today and the creative writing thing due that I was going to work on in first period. Dammit, dammit, dammit! I can't go to school now.." I don't know where my line of reasoning came from, but that was it. So I called a friend from work.

"Carrie? What are you doing?"

"Leslie? Aren't you supposed to be at school?"

"Yeah, but I overslept, and Thomas is coming home in an hour so I have to find somewhere to go. Any suggestions?"

"Mat and I are going to have lunch at Olive Garden. Do you want to tag along?"

I hated that phrase, tag along. I was so close to declining when Mat took the phone from her. "Leslie? What are you doing skipping class?"

"I overslept."

I could feel him rolling his eyes. "Well come to lunch with us. My treat."

I blinked. "Um.. I don't want to intrude or anything.."

"You're not intruding. Come to lunch with us. We'll meet you there at 11, okay?"

"Um, okay."

"See ya!" he said then hung up the phone.

Well, that was easy. I hurried out of my pjs and took a quick shower, not bothering to wash my hair because it was raining anyway. I slipped on my clothes and pulled my hair back in a ponytail. I sped to Olive Garden, not wanting to be late and hold them up for lunch. It was bad enough that I was tagging along anyway.

They were waiting in the doorway when I got there. Mat was tall and thin, excited to see me as always. Carrie was about my height, not nearly as giddy, but hugged me anyway.

"You're so in trouble for not going to school," Mat scolded.

"Yeah yeah, quit the lecturing. If Thomas finds out, I'll hear enough of it."

"Thomas doesn't know?" Mat asked.

I raised my eyebrows. "Why would Thomas know?"

Mat shook his head and Carrie laughed. "Give her a break. Everyone needs a mental health day every so often."

The hostess came up and walked us to the back, handing us each a menu. I chose the least expensive decent-sounding thing on the menu and chowed down on salad and breadsticks as Mat and Carrie joked around about random things. I kept quiet for the most part, wanting them to forget about me being there, but they kept asking me questions about school and stuff, so I guess they didn't mind too much that I was there. Then I started thinking about Thomas and how he'd threatened me, yet again, with a spanking. He wouldn't be happy when he found out that I didn't go to school, and he would more than likely find out. He always found out when I did something wrong!

After lunch, Mat took up the tab as promised, then the three of us went in his car to the park and played around for a little while. Who cares that I'm sixteen and they're in their twenties? We had fun anyway.

Finally about three, he took me back to my car so I could get home about the time I would normally get home. I thanked him for lunch and letting me tag along for the afternoon and they said it was no problem.

"But no more skipping!" Mat joked.

I smiled and headed towards the house, teeth chattering, either from playing outside in the cold rain or nervousness. I don't know why I was nervous. It's harder to lie when you're nervous. I needed to lie to get out of getting into trouble. But from the looks of it, that wasn't going to happen.

Thomas was home when I pulled into the driveway. I took a deep breath and threw my backpack over my shoulder and headed inside. My brother was sitting in the dining room at the table doing his homework like a good student. Of course, the moment I opened the door, I heard him stand up and he was soon in the doorway between the dining room and living room.

"You skipped school today," he stated.

I blinked. "I did?" I asked, being a smartass.

He folded his arms. Apparently, he was pretty pissed off. "Don't pull that shit with me, Leslie. You skipped school today. Yes or no."

"Yes," I muttered, closing the front door and walking farther into the living room.

"Where'd you go?"

"To eat lunch and the park. I took a mental health day."

"Bullshit. Can I not trust you to stay at home and get yourself ready for school without me breathing down your neck?"

"You can trust me. I was just feeling down."

"If you were feeling down or sick you would've called me. You didn't call me. You overslept, didn't you?"

I nodded.

He unfolded his arms and walked towards me. "I cannot believe you," he scolded, shaking his head at me. "What did I tell you this morning before I left?"

"To get up?" I knew what he was hinting at and I knew I was testing his patience, but I can't help myself sometimes.

"And what else?"

I made a sour face. "That if I didn't go to school you'd give me a spanking?"

"Exactly."

"Wait... you're not going to actually start doing that now... are you?" He looked so serious, but I knew he had to be joking.

He didn't answer me, just sat down on the couch and pulled me towards him.

"Wait, Thomas... You're going to s-spank me?"

"Didn't I say I was?"

"But you always say that and you never do!"

"Because usually you don't go and deliberately disobey me. This time you have, I'm not going to allow it."

I pouted. "But you can't spank me."

"Oh? I can't?" he asked, raising his eyebrows, a look on his face that said he clearly could, and would, spank me.

I was about to the point of begging, but he didn't allow me. Instead he moved his hands towards my pants and lowered them. "W-what are you doing?"

"Hush with all the questions, Leslie," he ordered and swiftly pulled me over his knee. I struggled slightly, but he landed a hard smack on my bottom which caused me to squeal. "Stop moving."

I whined and felt him peeling down my panties. "Thomasss," I begged, moving my hands back to pull my panties back up.

"I'm giving you to the count of three to move your hands and stop resisting," he said in a stern voice. "One.."

It only took the first number for me to move my hands away. I had begun to whine even louder now, almost at a cry. "Pleaseee.."

He took that please as a sign to spank me instead of letting me up. I was hoping that it'd all been a joke and he'd been just trying to scare me, because if that was the case, it'd sure as hell worked! But that wasn't it -- and I realized this when he landed the first flurry of smacks onto my bare bottom. They were hard and fast, concentrating mainly on my sitspots and the lower part of my bottom.

"Ooohhh owwww!" I groaned, holding my face in my hands. "Oow!!"

"What are you going to do when I tell you to go to school?"

"I'm going to go," I whined, almost to actual tears. "Please, Thomas... please stop. I've learned my lesson."

"Not quite," he answered, still spanking at full force. I'd begun to squirm by this point and was trying to wiggle away from his grip, but he held onto me tighter. "If you don't stop moving so much, you're going to be sorrier than you already are."

I whined and tears started escaping from my eyes, but it didn't keep him from spanking. He spanked and spanked and spanked until I couldn't contain myself any longer and I was crying like a baby. Then he lifted me up with the false hope that it was over.

"Don't rub. Stand in the corner. I'll be back in a minute to finish this up."

"Finish this up? You're not finished?!?" I cried.

"In the corner, NOW!" he bellowed.

I hobbled over to the corner, crying harder at this time. Thomas left the living room but was only gone for a couple of seconds, then sat down on the couch. I wanted to look and see why he'd left, but didn't dare take my nose away from the corner. It was already bad enough without making it harder on myself.

"Come here, Leslie."

I sniffled and wiped the tears out of my eyes, only for them to reappear when I noticed that he'd brought a wooden hairbrush back with him. "T-Thomas... you're... not going to.. use that... are you?"

He nodded and patted his lap. I could do nothing but comply and lay back over his lap. The first blow was the worst because I wasn't expecting it, much less expecting how much pain it would cause. I shrieked as loudly as possible, by this point crying like a baby.

"Ooohhh.. I'm soooo sorry!!" I pleaded.

He didn't let up, just slapped it down a couple of more times. "Sorry for what?"

"For skipping school... I'm sorry! I won't do it again!" I promised.

He delivered a few final blows to my sit spots and set the brush down on the coffee table. I cried heavily over his lap and he let me stay there for a while. "Now, next time I tell you that you're getting a spanking are you going to take me seriously?"

I nodded furiously.

"You've really damaged my trust, Leslie. When I got the call from the school today I couldn't believe that you'd do such a thing."

"I won't do it anymore," I sniffled.

"You'd better not, because I won't hesitate to spank you again."

He lifted me up and hugged me tightly, rubbing my back as I gathered myself.

"Skipping class is dangerous," he lectured. "Not only would it be a problem if someone got hurt and didn't know where you were to contact you, it'd be a problem if you got hurt, or if the school found out and it got put on your record. That wouldn't be cool."

"I know, Thomas. I'm sorry."

He kissed my cheek and pulled up my panties and pants. "Now, go work on whatever it was you missed in school today. Dinner will be ready in a couple of hours and we can watch CSI."

I smiled. "Okay."

Story: Ecstatic for Ecstasy

Misc Story.  Alexis takes ecstasy and her friends aren't too fond of the idea.  She doesn't have a real older brother, but Ryan is close enough, and takes it upon himself to let her know just how un-fond of the idea he is.

Ecstatic For Ecstasy
by Breanna Carter

It was 8:49pm, a school night, and I'd just finished my homework. Okay, you're right, it is a first, but what else could I have done? I was sitting in my house by myself, it was dark outside, and everyone was either at work or sleeping. Not to mention if I didn't turn in my homework the next day, my teacher wasn't going to be very happen and I'd have a good chance at failing the class. I wouldn't mind if I hadn't had to have the class, but it was American History and my teacher was doing his best to get me to pass because I'd slacked off so much. My friend, Brent, kept making statements about how I should be taken over someone's knee for skipping so much, but I didn't think anything of it. Brent is three years older than me and a college student at a local university. We worked together. He is gorgeous.

Anyway, enough about the homework. Did I mention I was livid? How could she? My mom, I mean. She was a borderline alcoholic and a compulsive gambler, trying to "recover." But she wasn't at home. Where else could she be? You guessed it: the casino. And that pisses me off... because if she's going to try and "quit" gambling, why the hell would she be at the casino??

So now you know that the addiction thing runs in the family, and I know it all too well. I've had a few addictions of my own: chocolate, internet, bugging people. You know, just the normal stuff. Then I became a teenager and experimented with cigarettes, alcohol, and finally, ecstasy. The latter was my favorite of the three because it's so great. It'll get you feeling like you're a million miles away and there's no worries in the world. I could understand my mom's fixation with gambling, because it's nice to be numb. But did she really have to leave her sixteen year old daughter at home alone on a school night when she was already feeling down? So I blamed her for the fact that I was dialing my drug dealer's number. I hadn't done X in over two months, since I began working with Brent and another friend of mine named Ryan. But I guess like they say, once an addict, always an addict.

"Hey Alexis. How's it goin'?" he asked and I could hear him taking a deep drag off of his cigarette.

"Going okay," I answered, clearing my throat. My hands were a little shakey because I always get nervous when I think about ecstasy, and the fact that I had no idea when my mom was coming home and I definitely didn't want her to catch me on it. "Can I get some stuff?"

"Tonight?"

"Y-yeah."

"Let me check. I'll call you back."

"Thanks," I muttered and closed my phone, biting my lower lip and ignored the fact that my computer screen was getting blurry because of my nervousness.

I nearly jumped out of my seat a minute later when my phone blared the obnoxious Cingular tune. "Alexis?"

"Uh huh?"

"Yeah, I can get it for you. Meet me in thirty minutes."

"O-okay. Thanks," I stammered then hung up the phone. We always met at the same place, in the parking lot of an abandoned shopping center that they were planning on turning into a church. It was halfway between both of our houses.. a happy medium, so to speak.

I stumbled to the refrigerator, palms sweaty but shivering, and stocked up on water, putting at least five bottles in my backpack. I went ahead and ate a poptart to kill time and snuggled with my cat until fifteen minutes had passed. I took a deep breath in to steady my racing pulse and scribbled a note for my mom. She hadn't bothered to write me a note or anything, but I had the decency to do it for her.

"Staying with Laurie so we can study. If you come home, call me. If not, I'll see you tomorrow.
Alexis"

I threw the pen down in anger, scaring the hell out of my cat and apologizing, then storming outside, near tears. It was pretty nice outside, considering that it was the middle of February. Of course, Louisiana is fucked up and it was almost 70 degrees.

My dealer was waiting for me when I pulled into the shopping center. I could recognize his car from anywhere: it was pimped out, like one of those ugly cars you see on "Pimp My Ride." Personally, I would never drive it. But I guess to each their own.

"Hey, how're ya doin'?" he asked, hanging inside my window and barely touching my hand to place the pill on my palm.

"Okay, I guess," I answer, slipping the twenty dollar bill between his fingers.

"Wild party tonight?"

"Nah, nothing too crazy. What kind ya got for me tonight?"

"Blue dolphin, babe. You'll love it."

I smiled.

"Be careful, kiddo," he told me and ruffled my hair.

"Always. See ya."

"Later."

I popped the pill in my mouth without even thinking to look at it. Ecstasy pills are so pretty.. I love to look at them and admire its beauty. That sounds cheesily pathetic, I know. But really... it's just like foreshadowing your feelings. The prettier the pill, the prettier you'll feel when you take it. I love ecstasy.

I took a swig of my water to wash the taste down. Never chew on an X pill, it tastes like shit. I didn't chew it, I swallowed it, and it still tasted like shit. But don't judge the effects by the taste.. because the effects are so not shit. Enough about my infatuation with ecstasy.

After taking the pill, there wasn't much I could do except for wait for it to kick in. It takes about an hour, so I was safe to drive until then. I wasn't going to crash at Laurie's house, because she would freak out when she found out what I was on, so it'd be a good idea to contemplate who would let me actually crash with them for the night. My first thought was a Mexican friend of mine named Daniel. He loved me and would definitely take me in for a night. But when I called him, he was dead asleep and explained that he had to work that night. No way was I staying at his house with his crazy roommates.

Who else was there? Well, I had loads of Mexican friends, but none of them I trusted enough to be around me while on X. I had a friend from school that I tried to call, but she didn't answer. I was kind of happy about that because I didn't exactly want to be with her anyway. My last resort was to call Ryan or Brent. I don't have many friends, but the ones I do have either live with their parents or freak out at the thought of drugs. Ryan nor Brent lived with their parents nor would they freak out over X... I hoped.

I cleared my throat and found Ryan's number in my phonebook then clicked the "Yes" button to dial. My hands were still shakey and I knew I was running out of time to find somewhere to go. It was nearing that one-hour mark and I didn't want to be driving while under the influence. Too much shit could happen, like a wreck or going to jail or anything. I wasn't going to take that chance.

"Alexis!!!!" Ryan said in his normally cheerful voice.

"Hey," I said hastily, "I have a really important favor to ask." My heart was racing because I was so nervous. I had no idea how Ryan would react to drugs... but he was only a few years older than me and had surely experimented before and couldn't really get that upset with me... right?

"Sure. Are you okay?"

"Yeah... I just need a place to crash tonight because my mom isn't home."

"Of course you can! You're welcome to stay here anytime, Alexis... I've already told you that!"

"Thanks Ryan, I owe you one," I said. I accidentally omitted the fact that I was going to be high on drugs by the time I got there -- okay, so maybe it wasn't such an accident.

I drove carefully to his house, being extra paranoid because the X could kick in at any moment. I didn't want any cops to pull me over and it to kick in right at that moment and say or do something so stupid it'd get me thrown in jail. They'd have to pry my poor mother away from the slot machines at the casino and she'd be pissed.

The X managed to not kick in until after I'd successfully parked in front of Ryan's house. My heart was already thumping but I could tell that the drugs kicked in because everything all of a sudden got really blurry and I had the sudden urge to lie down on the grass and make a snow angel, even though it wasn't snowing.

"Pull yourself together, Alexis. Just make it up the stairs, and then you can do crazy shit," I told myself, aloud, and then started giggling. I sipped on a bottle of water then opened the door of my car, checking three times to make sure I locked it and indeed had my keys in my pocket. Ryan must have been getting worried because he looked out the window to make sure I was okay. I gave him the thumbs-up sign and ambled towards his house. He lived in a duplex and his apartment was on the top floor. Yay for stairs. I just love them, especially when I'm too fucked up to walk straight.

After plowing into the wall several times, I finally made it up the stairs where Ryan was holding the door open. "What's up with you? Are you drunk?" he asked, taking my backpack when I handed it to him.

"Nah, I'm fine," I answered and giggled like a little schoolgirl.

I imagine that he probably blinked at that statement then closed the door, setting my backpack on the floor. "Alexis.. you're scaring me.."

"I'm okay. Just a little crazy. My mom's fault."

For the first time, he took a good look at me. "Jesus, Alexis... your pupils are huge. Are you on something?"

"Just ecstasy," I answered, as if I were telling him what I'd eaten that day... as if it was nothing. I plopped down on the couch and lay down, giggling.

"Ecstasy?" he asked. I didn't catch the look on his face, but he was probably either confused, worried, or pissed off -- maybe even a combination of all three.

"Uh huh," I answered, fiddling with something on his coffee table.

He stood there for a moment, dumbfounded.

"Sit next to meee!" I ordered, glancing at him. "Pwease?"

"Girl, you are so fucked up," he told me, but sat down anyway. I lay my head in his lap and he pet my hair a little. "What's wrong? Why did you do ecstasy?"

"Because my mom is a bitch. I fucking hate her," I told him, but giggled anyway. "I love you, Ryan!" I told him.

He didn't answer.

"Can I have a hug??"

He helped me up and held me a little. "Are you cold?" he asked.

I glanced at him then realized that my body was shaking and my teeth chattering a little bit. "A little."

He got up and brought me a blanked, then wrapped me in it, holding me towards him.

"Everything feels so great."

He shook his head. I listened to his heart thumping inside his chest. "I wouldn't expect something like this out of you," he said softly.

"I'm okay," I assured him. "It just helps me feel better."

I must've snuggled with Ryan forever. We watched some tv and I giggled a lot, but nothing really that spectacular happened. I just felt numb, and that's all I wanted.

I dozed off somewhere in there. Well, I wouldn't consider it actually sleeping. I was half gone, but mostly just had my eyes closed and was letting my mind dream for me, though I knew it was a dream. I knew when I opened my eyes that whomever it was that was talking to me would be gone. I pet Ryan's cat for a little while. Then the after-effects started happening... the constant sick feeling... the sweating and shaking.

"Alexis? Are you okay?" Ryan asked, and I could definitely hear the worry in his voice at this time, even though I was fucked up.

"I'm cold."

"You're sweating."

"I don't want it to wear off. I don't want to come down. I want more," I demanded.

"You don't need anymore."

"Call my dealer."

"No, you're not having anymore, Alexis. Go to sleep, okay? Calm down."

"I'm calm," I promised him. "I just want some more."

"Go to sleep babe," he cooed, petting my hair.

I shivered and snuggled up to him, forgetting the argument about ecstasy. Ryan was there. He wouldn't let anything bad happen to me. I trusted him.

Next thing I remember I was still snuggled up in the blankets he'd given me and lying on his couch, but he was in the other room talking on the phone. "You know more about this than me.... You're going to be a doctor for god's sake. Can't you just come over and make sure she's okay?"

I wanted to ask him who he was talking to, but was too concerned with snuggling up in my blanket instead.

Moments later, there was a slight knock on the door and I mumbled "who is it?" although Ryan had already gotten up to get it. I peeked my eyes open and saw Brent in the doorway. I couldn't help but smile. There was absolutely no worry in my mind. "Hey, Brent," I whispered.

He smiled slightly and came towards me after listening to Ryan's mumbling. "How are you feeilng?" he asked.

"Drunk as a skunk, high as a kite," I answered.

He shook his head at me. "That's because you are. Do you feel sick?"

I shook my head. "Just comin' down. Tell Ryan not to worry. I'm fine. I just need to snuggle and my tummy hurts."

Brent looked back up and patted my head. "Do you know how much she had?"

"One," I answered.

"Are you sure you're just coming down? Have you ever taken it before? Do you trust the person that had it? Do you always get sweaty and cold when you're coming down?"

"Yes." One answer to all of his questions.

Ryan was pacing back and forth. "She'll be okay," Brent said. "But I'll stick around for a little while anyway. Get some sleep, Alex."

I nodded and closed my eyes again, not wanting to drink anymore water because then I'd have to pee and I was sick of having to get up and pee. That was the only thing on my mind as I tried to go to sleep. I had some more crazy dreams where I thought people were talking to me and knew if I opened my eyes they'd be gone, but otherwise, I finally managed to get some actual sleep.

I woke up about 4am on Ryan's bed. They must've carried me in there. Ryan was conked out next to where I'd been and as I headed for the restroom I noticed that Brent was sound asleep on the sofa. I was still a little messed up, so I tiptoed to the living room and shook Brent.

"Hey, are you going to school today?" I whispered.

Brent stirred and glanced at me. "Hmm? No, I don't know," he said. "Are you okay?"

I shrugged. "A little fucked up, but nothing a few more hours of sleep can't take care of."

He shook his head at me. "You are so getting the spanking of your life when Ryan and I get up."

I laughed nervously, not believing a word of it. Brent always mentioned how I needed a spanking, but had never acted on it before, so why would he start acting on it now?

I went ahead to the restroom and took care of my business then went back to bed. I snuggled up next to Ryan because I was feeling all snuggly and touchy-feely, which always happens when you're on X. I slept for a few hours until I felt my friend shaking me awake.

"Hey, Alexis," Ryan was saying. "Don't you need to go home and get ready for school?"

"I'm not going," I groaned.

"Yeah, you are. Get up," Brent said as he came into the room. "We're not taking pity on you because you decided to do drugs last night. Come on, I'll drop you off."

"I don't want to go."

"I don't care," Brent answered. "You have to be stern with her," he was telling Ryan, "else she'll think she can do whatever the hell she wants. That's the problem with highschoolers these days."

"Shut up, Brent. It's not like you've never skipped before and you're not that much older than I am. The only person who can talk about immature high schoolers is Ryan and that's 'cause he's a grandpa."

"Well, I agree with him, and you're going to school, Alexis, so get up," Ryan said.

"That's not fair... you guys aren't my parents!"

"I don't care. You're going to school, Alexis Leanne, and Brent is going to take you."

How the hell did he know my middle name?

Nonetheless, it got me out of bed. It was actually kinda cool that they were being all demanding and insist that I go... kinda like the older brothers I never had and always wanted. But that didn't keep me from complaining: "Fine, I'll go to stupid school, but only to make you happy."

"And I'll pick you up at 3:30," Brent said.

I rolled my eyes at him as he grabbed his jacket, then I gave Ryan a pathetic look. He just shook his head at me. He wasn't in the usual Ryan-cheery mood. Brent didn't seem too pleased either. Had I really made that bad of a mistake by going over to Ryan's house?

"Come on, Alexis," Brent said, snapping me out of my own little world.

"Uh huh," I groaned, stretching my arms out and slipping my shoes on. I gave Ryan a big hug and wanted to apologize in the process, but there was a wad in my throat and I figured if I did, I'd begin crying. I all of a sudden felt terrible for letting them down as opposed to upset that I got caught. Dammit... how does that happen? Was I really that high on the morality chart?

"Was I that annoying last night?" I asked, catching a glimpse of my car and knowing that there'd be no way I could concentrate on driving. It was waay too bright outside and I was feeling a little too spacey.

"When are you not annoying?" Brent asked, obviously avoiding my question.

"I'm serious, Brent."

"Me, too." He paused and unlocked the doors to his 4runner. "No, you weren't that annoying, we're just disappointed that you'd do something so stupid. But we'll talk about this after school, okay?"

"You guys don't hate me, huh?"

He smiled. "It'd take more than this to make us hate you."

He started up the 4runner and sped off. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, still feeling a little sick. I think I dozed off for a minute, or I was just so lost in my thoughts that it didn't take that long to get to my house. I desperately wished that he'd just let me go to sleep and skip school, but I didn't even bother asking -- I already knew the answer.

Brent came inside with me and hung out with my cat while I showered. I pulled on my baggiest pair of jeans and a T-shirt because I felt like shit and didn't care if I looked like shit. With my hair wet, I pulled it into a ponytail and slipped on some flip flops. "Ready," I said.

Brent blinked at me. He was really preppy and always dressed up all nice for everything. I couldn't imagine him in a pair of sweatpants or baggy jeans... So he was probably surprised that I'd be seen in public looking as shitty as I did. He would *never* look that shitty in public.

My school day was quite uneventful. I turned in my American History homework to which my teacher was proud and told me if I kept it up, he'd do something special for me. He really was a nice guy and was trying so hard to help me pass because he knew I had it in me. But hell, his assignments were hard as fuck and I wasn't even the least bit interested in American History. He just said I needed some motivation, which is weird because Brent said that sometimes, too. So I guess his motivation for me was to do something special? Or threaten me with failing? I don't think either really motivated me that much... I think I was just too bored to think of anything else to do.

After school I walked with a couple of my friends to their cars.

"Where's your car?"

"Oh, my friend brought me to school. I ran out of gas and money," I lied. They didn't need to know about the drugs. They're too goody-goody.

"Bummer. You want us to hang around til he gets here?"

"Nah, he'll be here in a sec," I told them. I really didn't want them to meet Brent because they always had a habit of either scaring off my friends or stealing them from me. And Brent was too cool... I didn't want them to do that to him.

"Suit yourself," she said and shrugged, then waved goodbye.

I stalked back towards the campus and noticed Brent's SUV through the mass of cars. I ran towards it and hopped inside, desperate to get away from the school. We didn't say much to each other and I guess I assumed that I could finally go home after he dropped me off at my car, but I was wrong.

"Come on up.. Ryan wants to talk to you."

"He does?"

Brent nodded.

I really had wanted to go home, but I didn't argue. I figured it wouldn't take too long and I could just promise that I'd never do ecstasy again and that'd be enough.

"Hey, Ryan, everything okay?" I asked when Brent swung the door open.

My friend was headed towards the kitchen with some plates in his hands. "We need to have a talk," he said from the other room then came back, drying his hands on a dishtowel.

"That's fine, but can we hurry it up because I have loads of homework to do."

"You never do homework!" Brent insisted and I shot him a death glare.

"Well I'm going to start," I hissed.

He laughed at me and sat down on the couch.

"Come in here," Ryan ordered from his bedroom.

"We can't talk in here?"

"Alexis," he said sternly, glaring at me, "I said to come in here."

I gulped and walked towards his room. He shut the door behind him and I was getting a little freaked out. What the hell was he going to do??

"Have a seat."

I kept my eyes on him as I sat on his bed. He was pacing back and forth. "Look.. Ryan.. I'm.."

"Let me talk first, okay?"

I closed my mouth.

"What in the hell possessed you to do ecstasy?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but he stopped me because he already knew what I was going to say.

"Your mom, you say. You will sit here all day and bitch about how she always goes to the casino and won't stop no matter how many people she's hurting, and then you'll go out and do the same thing?.."

"But.."

"Do you not realize what the hell you're doing to yourself? Do you not realize how much you're going to fuck up your head? Ecstasy kills brain cells, it's not healthy. There's a healthier outlet of emotions, don't you always say that about your mom? Are you that hypocritical?"

I totally wasn't expecting that. "Okay, so I fucked up.. I'm sorry.. I promise I won't do it again."

"I don't want promises, Alexis. You can promise me everyday and that doesn't mean anything. Didn't you promise Brent last week that you'd start going to all of your classes? Didn't you promise that you'd start doing homework? And have you followed through? No. And this is too serious to rely on promises. You could seriously end up hurting yourself really badly."

If he didn't want a promise then what did he want me to do?

He stopped pacing for a moment and stared straight into my eyes, then got on his knees, to my level, my face inches from his. "You are my friend, Alexis, even if I've only known you for a couple of months. You mean a lot to me, and I don't want you to fuck yourself up on drugs, okay? You have too much ahead of you. Anytime your mom isn't home you can stay with me... or anytime you want to stay you can, but you're not going to do any drugs anymore, got it?"

I nodded.

The next thing he did, I totally wasn't expecting: he hugged me! And that was that... I was under the impression that it was all over... until he sort of pulled me off the bed and sat down in my spot. Well, that was okay... it was the next thing... the fiddling with the button of my pants that kinda caught me off guard.

"Hey Ryan... what're you doing..?" I said, but before I knew it, my pants were sliding down. I tried as hard as possible to keep them up, but Ryan pulled me over his lap.

"You're getting a spanking."

"A what??!?" I shrieked, trying to roll off of his lap. The only problem was that he's waay stronger than me and kept a good grip on me. "No, Ryan.. wait.. you can't!"

He pulled my panties down and ignored my pleas.

"I won't do it anymore... please don't do this! I feel like a seven year old!" And felt even more like a seven year old when he started smacking my bottom with an open hand. To top it off, it actually *hurt* like shit and I kicked and squirmed, then reached my hands back to keep him from spanking. It didn't work... instead of stopping the spanking, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them against my back.

"Oooowwww!! Ryan," I cried.

"I told you, I'm going to make sure that you never want to do ecstasy again. If you associate drugs with a spanking, maybe you can learn a lesson."

"Noooo pleaseeeee, I'm sorry!!" I begged. "I won't do it anymore!!"

I sure was putting up a fight and I'd almost forgotten that Brent was in the other room. Obviously, no one would want someone else to hear them getting spanked, especially someone like Brent who kept telling me how much I deserved it. So you'd think I would have tried to be quiet so he wouldn't be able to hear, but I wasn't. Ryan was spanking way too hard for that.

"Pleaseee no moreeee."

"Stop all this squirming. I'm not even close to being finished."

I cried out, writhing in pain. I imagined my bottom turning a dark shade of red, and Ryan just pounding away, as if I didn't feel like I was dying.

Finally, after a few minutes of that, he stopped. I instantly hopped off of his lap and rubbed my bum. "Nope, I'm not finished, Alexis."

"Noooo Ryan... no moreeee," I pleaded.

"Stop rubbing."

I didn't stop... not as an act of defiance, but my bum hurt so much that I didn't want to stop rubbing.

"Did you hear me?"

"I'm sorry but it hurtsss!"

He stood up and moved my hands away then leaned me over the bed.

"No no no noooooo," I howled and rolled over to sit on my aching bum.

He put his hands on his hips. "Alexis... the more you fight the harder it's going to be on you."

"Ryan, I've had enough. I've learned my lesson," I promised him, even though it wasn't promises that he wanted.

"Roll over," he ordered sternly.

"Please..."

"I'm giving you to the count of three.."

I whined like a little girl but didn't wait for his count of three. I was sure that the longer I prolonged this the more pain I'd end up being in. That was the logic through my head as I rolled over on my stomach, sore bottom in the air. Of course, you know how it goes... I couldn't help but move my hands back to cover my bottom.

"Move your hands.." was the first thing he said.

I reluctantly moved them in front of me. Then I heard a sound and turned to see what it was, only to notice that he was taking his belt off. This really got me whining good.

"Are you beginning to associate spanking with drugs? Because you do realize that anytime I hear of you doing drugs, you're going to get spanked."

"I'll be a good girl," I told him.

"I know you will," he answered and raised the belt high then crashed it down on my bum. I howled in pain and couldn't help but move my hands back to cover my bottom.

"No no nooooo pleaseeeee not that... it hurtsss."

"Move your hands, Alexis."

I moved my hands, almost to tears, and tried my hardest to keep them in front of me as he landed three more deafening blows to my backside. Then I couldn't help it and had to move them back again. It hurt too much. "I'm sooooo sorrryyy!"

He paused, but when he noticed that I wasn't moving my hands anytime soon, he moved them for me. "Stop reaching back," he ordered then landed a couple of more until I reached back again. It must've been aggravating for him, but I couldn't help it! The spanking hurt soooooo much.

"I'm sorry... it hurtsssss..."

"If you reach back again, I'm calling Brent in here to hold your hands for you."

That should've been enough to keep me from doing it -- it's bad enough that Brent could hear all that was going on, he most definitely didn't need to see it. But guess what? After three hard smacks, my hands wanted to reach back and I restrained, until he landed the fourth, and I couldn't help it. I had to... it hurt sooo badly... and it's like a reflex!

He sighed in aggravation. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again!" I told him.

He didn't acknowledge my pleas, though, just went to the door and called for Brent to come in and instructed him to grab my hands.

"Give me your hands, Alex.." Brent said.

I shook my head. "I don't need you to hold them.."

"Give them to him," Ryan said. He was the more intimidating of the two at the time, because he was holding the belt, so you'd have thought I would have done as he said... but instead, I shook my head again.

"I'm fine."

Ryan smacked me hard with the belt and I winced and screamed. "Give them to him."

I moved my arms in front of me and Brent grabbed ahold of each wrist. He sat down and we were pretty much eye-to-eye which was very embarrassing. I felt like such a little kid.

It didn't take long before Ryan began spanking me again and Brent ended up having to keep a good hold on my hands. He kept me from squirming too much and talked to me in a soft voice, as if I was having a baby and in pain. "It's almost over," he was saying, "just a little longer." How weird is that?

It felt like forever before the spanking finally ended and I really was bawling like a baby. I hadn't expected myself to start crying, but I felt so miserable for letting my friends down and I wasn't in control of what was happening. For all I knew, he could've been spanking me all night! But I think he was just waiting for me to break, and once I was broken, Brent let go of my hands and Ryan lifted me up and snuggled with me for soooo long and it felt so great. And Brent sat next to us and pet my hair...

"Alexis.. we love you," Ryan was saying, rubbing my back softly, "and don't want you to fuck up your life from drugs, okay?"

I nodded weakly.

"And if you don't start doing homework and going to classes, I'M going to spank you," Brent assured me.

I wanted so badly to say "ooo, I'm so scared," but didn't have the energy, just laughed.

"I think she needs to rest a bit," Ryan said and Brent nodded. They both kissed me on the forehead and tucked me into bed. I smiled and rolled onto my stomach, panties now up, but no pants. My hair was matted against my face from crying so much... but that was far from my mind... the only thing I was thinking was "What the hell just happened?" It was so weird, like something from a dream. No, the spanking wasn't pleasant... far from that. But after so many years of being an only child and having only my mom around, who only cared about me half of the time... it was kinda cool having some kind of older brother to take care of me. I was ready to be taken care of, and if that meant spankings, I was all for it.

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