toe2hoes
02-15-2009, 12:06 PM
Stride to success. Mature f/f Contains sexual sceans and bad language
My first job when I left school was as a hospital porter, working on the same ward as my 49 year old sister Jean, or big Matron Cheeseman as she was known.
I enjoyed my time on the ward immensely as I was only ever given easy menial tasks, mainly thanks to my big sister's help and influence, most of the more demanding chores were undertaken by Derek, head porter and Mr thoroughly nice guy, as indeed were all the nurses and staff, that is all except nurse Stride, or more precisely Staff nurse Melissa Stride
who's deep hatred for my sister was matched only by my sister's mutual detestment of nurse Stride.
Staff nurse Stride was in charge of everyone on the ward, everyone that is except my sister who being matron was the more senior nurse and had a real heir of authority about her.
Staff nurse Stride was despised by most of the nurses with only a few claiming to like her, and they were the two faced,
ass licking type, the type who'd talk about you behind your back and never to your face.
First thing on Monday morning my sister summoned everyone including us porters and Melissa Stride into her office,
where upon we were read the riot act, there had been a recent visit by senior Hospital executives and the report back was not good at all.
Some of this my Sister felt reflected badly on her, although this was not the case.
But the fact remained that standards of late had dropped, and dropped quite alarmingly and big Matron Cheeseman
would take no more, there were some red faces and bruised ego's in that office I can tell you, and none more than
Staff nurse Stride, who deservedly bore the brunt of my sister's wrath.
The next few days were quite awkward to say the least, especially for me being the Matrons Brother, tempers were frayed and that cunning and mischievous nurse Stride took full advantage of the situation, turning my Sister's unpopular but truthful scalding to her full advantage.
Thursday morning I turned the corner in the corridor to find nurse Stride and several other nurses huddled together whispering, and on seeing me approach immediately stopped talking, it was obvious from their reaction that my Sister was the topic of conversation?
Anger overcame me and I looked back up the corridor staring at this witch of a Woman, only for her to return my glare and then smirk to her fellow conspirators.
Melissa Stride was in her mid to late-thirties, had tight blonde curly hair, probably no more than 5ft 5", was quite skinny and wore a white uniform with a yellow waistband, her legs however were clad in thick dark brown nylons and not in regulation black, yet another act of open defiance against my Sister's orders.
First thing Friday morning my Sister had ordered the staff-room floor to be cleaned, and had designated Nurse Adern to commence with the duty, however once again Staff nurse Stride had chosen to stir the shit and advised the young nurse to ignore "Big Cheeseman" as she refereed to my sister and carry on with her other chores
'It's not your fucking job, that's why we employ cleaners" spat the dangerous little witch.
One hour later big Matron Cheeseman strode confidently down the main corridor, dressed in a navy-blue uniform with white waistband, (all other nurses wore pale blue uniforms) curly shoulder length black hair, fairly slim build but
at least 6ft tall (hense the "Big, Matron Cheeseman"), her uniform worn above the knee, her legs clad in regulation sheer black nylons and my Sister's black shoes, a whooping size 9, my Sister gave me a loving wink as she strode past.
Nurse Stride was no match for my Sister, in fact she looked way out of her depth and big Jean was about to make this slime-ball pay.
"Nurse Stride, come here now" the Matron commanded, and the little bitch came running as fast as she could, my Sister looked down at her and said "Now look here, you'd better smarten up and get your act together or I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget, ok?"
The petrified little woman looked up at my big Sister and said "Yes, yes Matron, I'm sorry"
"Good, now clear off out of my sight before I do something that we'll both regret, oh! and one more thing (My Sister pointed to Nurse Stride's legs) wear BLACK nylons"
"Yes Matron Cheeseman, I will l" and with that my Sister turned and walked triumphantly away, leaving the humiliated Nurse standing there in the corridor like a scalded schoolgirl.
Next morning as Nurse Stride's yellow mini pulled in to the car park several of the nurses gathered around waiting, they were waiting to see if Nurse Stride had given in to the Matron's demands and had worn the regulation black nylons.
They were waiting to taunt the obstructive little trouble maker, but as the drivers door opened, out stepped the same thick dark brown nylon clad legs, and a huge wicked grin on her face, she had once again openly defied my Sister's orders.
My Sister was already hard at work as Nurse Stride waltzed onto the ward, my Sister's eyes made straight for the legs of her disobedient and increasingly irritating staff member, but she was surrounded by student Doctors doing their rounds and was unable to voice her disapproval.
Nurse Stride spent the rest of the morning keeping as far away as possible from the Matron's imposing glare, avoiding even eye contact with my furious Sister.
At 10am my Sister and several other Nurses and members of staff were in the rest area and the Matron was enjoying her well earned cigarette and coffee, my Sister liked to relax in one of the soft leather chairs, leaning back on the headrest removing those tight laced-up shoes and taking the weight off her long tired feet.
My Sister using a spare chair to rest those tired legs and feet and placed her mug, cigarettes and lighter on the table next to her.
There was no better feeling than taking a drag on her ciggie and sipping her hot cappuccino.
There weren't too many people using the rest room that morning, most were taking their breaks outside, taking full advantage of the unusually sunny weather, however one person who did appear was Nurse Stride, and on entering the room and seeing the Matron nearly turned around and went back out, but had second thoughts when seeing my Sister's eye's were closed.
The wily Stride walked past my Sister but keeping well to the far side of the room and as far out of my Sister's range as possible.
Nurse Stride made herself a cup of tea and skulked away in the corner, keeping a really low profile and burying her face behind a magazine.
Also in the room that morning was Boylesy or to give him his real title Michael Boyles, now Boylesy was a porter like myself and a real wind-up merchant. always playing the fool and telling jokes, he was liked by everybody and that included my Sister.
The Matron although always appearing serious and stern had a real soft spot for old Boylesy, he was harmless, always happy and was a welcome relief in a place as depressing as a Hospital.
No one could behave so stupidly in front of my Sister and get away with it except Boylesy, but on this occasion even he had gone too far.
Boylesy on entering the room could see my Sister stretched-out half asleep and on seeing her big nylon feet hanging over the chair, crept up in front of them and grabbed my Sister's ankles and tickled the long black nyloned soles.
The Matron threw her arms out, knocking her half empty cup of coffee over the table and let out several deafening screams.
Boylesy still carried on tickling away and laughed
"Ohh Ticklish Cheesemann, tickle tickle"
but the Matron, to the shock of everyone in the room wasn't laughing, she was letting out the most piercing screams and swearing and banging her hands down on the coffee soaked table.
Everyone watching could see the panic she was in, red faced with both anger and embarrassment and totally shocked by her predicament.
Boylesy suddenly released his grip on my Sister's ankles, his hideous grin was replaced with a look of fear and regret, he had gone too far this time, and springing to her feet the Matron gave him the most sever dressing-down She's ever likely to give or will give in her life, she tore him to shreds and he left the room totally humiliated.
Matron Cheeseman fished under the table for her shoes and on slipping her stockinged feet back in knelt down to re-lace them, briefly looking up to witness the still shocked faces looking down at her, my Sister wiped her eyes and composed herself, she then said "Everyone had a good look? the shows over!" and glancing at the wall clock, which read 10.32
said "go on, Back to work". and clapping her hands shouted" Now move it"
However there was one person who watched open mouthed and intrigued by the events, and that was Staff Nurse Melissa Stride.
Stride had been left stunned and shocked by the events she witnessed in the rest room, she was astounded by the reaction of The Matron to the playful tickling, Cheeseman was hysterical and for the first time ever Nurse Stride saw a chink in my Sister's armour.
The events of the morning played on the mind of Nurse Stride all day, the feeble attempt by the Matron to try and escape the tickling, but what was most intriguing, was she looked totally helpless and quite unable to defend her self from the attack, she remembered how the Matron threw her arms around and screamed like a demented child.
The more and more Nurse Stride thought about it the less concerned she became about facing big Matron Cheeseman,
although she'd been defiant and at times cheeky toward the Matron she had in truth, always been scared of this powerful Woman.
Nurse stride knew how far she could push the Matron and had never dared to take anything too far, but now after the episode in the rest room well, she began to see things a little differently and her nasty, scheming and wicked mind was working overtime.
The troublesome little bitch began thinking about how ONLY the Matron could stop her doing exactly what she wanted to do, and she thought long and hard about all the bollockings she'd received at the hands of this strong, imposing Woman, even if the she did deserved it, and Matron was right 99% of the time.
'Oh those bollockings and lectures, she thought' as she recalled them,
'I told you, smarten-up or else"" You WILL do as your told!"" I thought I told you to wear black nylons! "
'Stride, your late again"" You need to buck up your ideas my Lady!"" Staff Nurse Stride, come here NOW! "
For the first time, the first time ever, the cunning little witch could see a way out, light at the end of the tunnel, and she knew she had to take it, it was a gamble, a huge gamble, but she was going to teach the mighty Matron a lesson she'd never forget.
The following morning the Matron stood hands on hips, shoulders back, chest out, and with a wide stance occupied the middle of the corridor, her nurses hat sat squarely on her black curly hair, her navy uniform, pristine as ever, the sheer black tights showing off long, thin legs, and those large black leather lace-up shoes shining like those of a guardsman.
'Where's Nurse Stride, is she here, anyone seen her ? "
She questioned the other Nurses who were busily going about they're chores.
"Yes, she's here somewhere Matron, I saw her earlier" Replied one of them.
The Matron's arms were now folded and her right foot tapped impatiently on the plastic coated floor.
"This isn't good enough, she's for the high-jump when I see her"
The Matron frowned, shook her head and stormed off to look for the lazy, incompetent and soon to be disciplined Nurse Stride.
Melissa Stride sat in the rest room, hatching her plan and making no attempt to start work, instead she quietly finished her cup of coffee and then headed off in the direction of the Matron's office.
Meanwhile, myself and Derek (The head porter) were moving some trolley's when my Sister came marching down the corridor, and on seeing me said "Have you nearly finished here"
"Eh yeah, all done here now" came my reply.
"good, I want you to do me a favour" She handed me a file and continued" Go to my office and put that on the shelf of my cabinet"
She handed me a small key and said "here's the key to my office, you can leave it open, just give me the key lunchtime"
Before I could reply she pinched my cheek, gave me a wink and said "it won't take you five minutes, thanks Mark"
With that she smiled at Derek and said "I'm off to kick arse, see you boys later"
Straightaway Derek and I went our separate ways, and within two minutes I had reached my Sister's office.
I entered the room and straight in front of me was a large desk, with a large chair behind it and a smaller one in front,
there was a partitioned wall to the right and behind the wall were the filing cabinets, I stepped behind the wall and reached up
to place the file on one of the shelves, I then stumbled and clumsily managed to knock most if not all of the files over and onto the floor.
'Shit, I'll be here ages sorting this lot out, bollocks!" I muttered to myself.
Unknown to me and outside the door Melissa Stride and my Sister were both heading for the office, but from different directions
and as they both spotted each other my Sister's face lit-up, Melissa Stride swallowed nervously but continued walking in the Matron's direction.
"Aaahhh at last, got you" My Sister stopped and stood right outside the office door.
Looking straight at the scrawny little bitch the Matron growled "I'm having you Stride, your ass is mine you little shit, you've had it coming for some time now "
Nurse Stride tried to defend her latest disappearing act but the Matron, in no mood to be trifled with snapped
"You've been a thorn in my side for too long now, your nothing but a lazy little troublemaker, as sly as they come, and your finished now, i'll make darn sure of that "
Nurse Stride took a step back and said "No..no I can explain, I wasn't feeling well and I went to the rest ro..."
Before she could finish her pitiful reply my Sister stepped forward and raising her voice higher said
"It's way, way to late for excuses, you've toyed with the wrong Lady" and looking down at Stride's legs said
"And how many times have I told you to wear the correct bloody uniform?" Stride bit her bottom lip and stepped back again.
The Matron took half a step forward, looming over her smaller antagonist, and in return Nurse Stride shuffled further backwards.
'You've been given far too many chances, your arse is mine now" The Matron spat as she wagged her finger.
From inside the room I could hear voices, mutterings at first but growing louder by the minute, and as I finished putting the last of the files back on the shelf, I recognised the one voice to be my Sister's.
Outside the door the confrontation continued with my big Sister giving the little witch the scalding of her life,
but as my Sister loomed even further over the petit nurse, so she threw an almighty spanner in the works,
steadying herself Nurse Stride stepped forward, looked up at the Matron and spat back
"I..i've got your number Cheeseman, yep that's right, I know your weakness"
The shocked Matron looked down at her scrawny rival in total amazement.
"Ohh i've been watching you too Matron, studying you, examining your every action, your every move and you know what, Mrs?
I think the mighty fucking Matron is ticklish, and I mean ultra ticklish and the whole hospital will know now, Cheeseman"
"What!, you silly, little bitch, No, no I'm not, that's just a wild stupid guess that's all" replied the nervous Matron.
"I saw what happened in the rest room cheeseman, you went to pieces, completely to pieces"
The Matron countered, "Right Stride, I've had enough of this, in my office...Now."
but her demand sounded weak and flawed, It carried no weight and nothing like her usual dominant manner.
"Ok, after you" came Nurse Stride's cocky reply.
I jumped a mile as the door opened and in shot my Sister and Melissa Stride, I watched silently from behind a small crack in the partitioned wall.
Once inside the Matron tried to scald her smaller rival by pushing her shoulders back, sticking her chest out and in a
shaky and unconvincing voice said
"I told you to smarten up, I'm the Matron, I'm the boss, now you'll do...."
but before she could finish her sentence, Nurse Stride broke into a huge wicked smile, raised an eyebrow and looking downwards said
..." Take your fucking shoes off, NOW "
"Wh..what did you say to me"? choked my Sister
"You heard, I said take those fucking shoes off"
The bitch shouted her demand and pointed to my Sister's feet.
"I'll do no such thing !" mumbled the Matron
Nurse Stride repeated her demand, only louder, much louder "TAKE OFF THOSE FUCKING SHOES, NOW !"
I watched on in total disbelief as Nurse Stride began walking around Jean, round and round eyeing my big Sister up and down.
'No way, Im not..."
But again Stride cut her off mid sentence and twiddling her fingers in front of Jean's face said
"NOW!"
I could not believe what I witnessed next, my big powerful bossy, dominant and confident Sister bent down and with her hands shaking in fear unlaced her flat black leather shoes before removing her large but narrow black-nylon-clad feet.
I looked on in utter disbelief and shock at the sight of my big Sister's feeble and humiliating surrender to this nasty little witch.
The expression on Nurse Stride's face was one of complete and utter shock, she too couldn't believe what she was witnessing.
My sister's big nylon feet were now at the mercy of staff nurse Stride, and the little bitch who looked on in disbelief was about to teach my big Sister a lesson she'd never forget.
The wily little blonde moved in closer towards Jean with a confident gait.
Her evil grin beaming across her face, the woman My Sister hated most seemed utterly amazed with how easy her latest sting was going.
Big Matron Cheeseman was now at the mercy of this cruel little witch and She was in her own office, clad in those sheer black nylon tights and she was alone.
"Ooh you cunning, evil little witch, I'm just as you'd always wanted me, aren't I, aren't I?"
The Matron shouted, trying to steady her now faultering voice.
"Ooh yes, yes, fucking right you are, fwoooor." Nurse Stride excitedly replied, looking down and licking her lips at my Sister's big black nylon clad feet.
"Quick, quick, sit on the chair, quickly, come on, you big fucker" ordered Nurse Stride,
she was grinning from ear to ear and shaking with excitement.
Big Matron Cheeseman sat on the chair and covered her face with her hands, as if she were about to cry.
The little witch knelt down at my Sister's feet, she was still giggling with excitement and shear disbelief, then she took hold of Jean's feet, just above the ankle, and began rubbing her face against my sisters foot, gently she kissed and stroked my sisters foot, closing her eyes and running her tongue along Jean's toes and soles.
My sisters long nylon feet were to prove her weakness, for those big vulnerable soles were so so incredibly sensitive.
wicked Nurse Stride now ran her hand very slowly up the Matron's shin over the bony knees
and up Jean's shapely thigh, brushing the smooth black nylon, higher and higher her tiny fingers rose until big Jean screamed her submission.
"Enough, enough, I surrender, you win, no more...oh please no more"
The probing fingers came to a halt just between the cheeks of my sister's bottom,
"Do I have your total and utter submission Cheeseman?"
"Yes, yes damn you, you wicked little witch, I give, ohh yes I give" My Sister sobbed.
A huge satisfying grin lit up nurse Stride's face.
"Ohhhh you little swine, I'm finished if this gets out" the Matron sobbed.
"Don't worry big Lady, this is our little secret, your big smelly feet are mine ... and mine only"
giggled the victorious and amazed Nurse stride,
"we'll begin tomorrow, break time 10 am sharp, and if you fail to turn up, I'll tickle you in public, ok you big shit! "
The sobbing Matron nodded, and as the victorious Nurse Stride left the room she tauntingly said "And wear black nylons" and as she left the room her muffled witch like cackles carried on down the corridor.
For a further forty minutes I remained silently undetected in my Sister's office listening to her pityful sobbing, until she finally plucked up the courage to leave, luckily I hadn't returned her key, otherwise i'd have been locked inside all night.
I'm ashamed to say but seeing my mighty matriarch of a Sister surrender to such a nasty yet tiny Woman as Melissa Stride really turned me on, it was so unexpected, so shocking, and seeing the balance of power shift so quickly from my Sister to that little bitch stirred something inside me.
I couldn't remove the image of my Sister's large sheer black nylon feet on offer to that sadistic little bitch and however wrong it felt I longed for more of the same.
The key to my Sister's office was still in my grasp and I was determined to be back here tomorrow to witness any goings-on.
I was up like a lark the following morning, stopping off at SHRANTONS to get another key cut, as I knew My Sister would demand it back first thing, thus rendering me unable to witness any events.
As I was never late for work, and being the Matron's Brother, nothing was said when I rambled into work at 9.30
As I arrived on the ward I saw Nurse Stride walk up to my Sister and whisper something in her ear, then almost immediately the Matron shouted at Nurse Stride, telling her to pull her finger out, to which Nurse Stride meekly replied "Yes Matron Cheeseman "showing total respect for my Sister, the same thing happened two or three more times that same morning. my Sister scalding her quite severly, and always in public.
"Nurse Stride, fetch me a bedpan quickly, I said quickly"
and off would run the tiny Nurse, obeying my Sister's every command to the letter.
This was weird behaviour to say the least, considering the events of yesterday.
At about 9.45 I headed for my Sister's office, turning my new key in the door and taking my place behind the partition wall, I'd taken a screwdriver with me to try and make my peephole slightly wider to get myself a better view, but has I started to widen the hole to about 1/2 an inch the key turned in the door, it was my Sister and straight away she took her place sat behind the desk.
I could feel my stomach churning, I felt so nervous, scared even, but oh did I feel excited. like a naughty schoolboy.
I watched through the slightly widened gap as my Sister sat bolt upright in her chair, waiting for her nemesis to appear, and sure enough bang on cue came a knock on the door.
'Come in" Shouted my Sister, and in crept Melissa Stride grinning like a cheshire cat.
"I enjoyed our little game this morning, the more you bossed me the more determined I am to make you suffer"
My Sister looked down at her desk and said nothing.
"What's the matter Cheeseman! cat got yer tongue, if they could only see you now, ha"
The Matron shuffled with a pencil, still not making eye contact.
"Stand up you big fuck" and with that my Sister rose to her feet, "Come around here and sit on the desk"
My Sister slowly walked around the table, my heart by now was pounding.
'Sit on the desk! ahhh ... but first things first" She pointed to Jean's feet" Shoes, OFF!"
Matron Cheeseman bent down and unlaced her big leather shoes, then grabbing the heels slowly slipped her long black nylon feet out, stood upright and looking over her shoulder grabbed the edges of the desk, and by pushing off her toes, raised herself backwards and up onto the desk.
"Fwoorr, I'm so going to enjoy this, you big fucker you"
My Sister began to steady herself when Stride bellowed "Lean back, right back, go on, further back on the desk"
The Matron slipped further back on the slippery wooden surface, and on doing so knocked over some pens and several sheets of paper.
Before Jean could settle Nurse Stride was at her, and she didn't hold back at all.
"Ooaaaaaaaaaaahhhh, shiittt, nooaaaaaahh" My Sister squealed like a pig as Stride dug in, her fingers tickling like mad on the sweaty slippery soles of her wailing captive.
"You big fucking shit-house, take this, ha haaayyyyeeeesssssss"
'Ohhhh nooooooooooaaaahhhhhhhh "Screamed the Matron.
Stride was giving the mighty Matron the lesson of her life, the tiny fingers dug between the long nyloned soles and my Sister gripped the table so hard her knuckles were white.
Nothing prepared me for what happened next as my Sister pulled her uniform high to her waist, almost losing her balance in doing so, and screamed "Look. fancy some of this, you pissy little witch"
Jean had pulled her uniform up revealing not the usual tights but instead sheer black stockings.
Never in all my years have I ever seen my Sister wear stockings, and I mean never! they just weren't her thing, my Sister was so prim and proper, and really old school.
I'd been to her house thousands of times and not once had I seen a pair on her clothesline or on the radiator, I was stunned.
My Sister cried "Go on Stride you little bitch, this is what you want isn't it eh ?! come on give it to me"
'You fucking sluuutttttttt, whore, you big shitter " Screeched the shocked and excited smaller Nurse.
She was demented, her face contorted with rage and lust, she was tickling right up to big Jeans stocking-tops and bare thighs.
Nurse Strides language was turning the air blue, She was spitting filth and venom like nothing i've ever heard before.
The tiny tormentor undone the bottom two buttons of the Matron's uniform and again to my amazement Jean started to undo the rest.
after undoing the buttons the tickler returned to torment Jean's feet again, concentrating again on the soles and toes.
"Your feet are really fucking whiffy, you fucking big filthy whore"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, come on you little bitchhhhaaaa, do your worsttttaaaaahhh, ooohhhhh"
The Matron, although screaming and wailing kept baiting her aggressor, Stride's fingers scampering all over Jean's long legs and feet.
I could see my Sister was now begining to wilt, she was weakening by the second and Nurse Stride could sense it as well.
"Ooohhhhhhh, No more, I'm doneeeaaaaahhhh, stooooooppppppiiittttttt, ooooohhhhhhhaaaa"
Stride could almost taste victory now, she ripped off her own shoes and climbed on the table, and once on top she mounted big Jean.
The evil little bitch slithered over my Sister's outstretched body and tickled under the Matron's arms.
My Sister's uniform was now unbuttoned revealing Jean's ample assets, that were incased in a skimpy lace corset, whose suspender straps held up the sheer black stockings that adorned my Sister's long thin legs,
Melissa Stride stretch her own spindly legs to the limit, until her tiny feet nestled under those of my Sister's, and began tickling Jean's long nylon soles with her toes, whilst her fingers worked away on the armpits.
I could hear Jean growling her submissions over and over as the tickling intensified, and I could see Nurse Stride whispering what were proberbly obsenities in my Sister's ear.
I almost choked when i saw Stride remove her hand from my Sister's armpit and slide it up under Jean's crotch,
it was impossible to see from my vantage point, but judging from the posistion of her elbow she seemed to be tickling not only the bush, but buttox and arsehole, and the look on my Sister's face seemed to confirm it.
"Oooh you filthy little bitch, stop it...please, sob sob "!
Stride kept whispering filth in my Sister's ear as her arm action quickened, bringing loud groans from the Matron.
"Ohhh mercy, sob sob "
Then after several more minutes Melissa Stride dismounted My Sister and stood back to admire her beaten prey, she wore a look of contentment across her wicked face and as she stepped back into her shoes and stared at my
Sister as she lay spread-eagled across the desk, her black stockinged legs and feet wide apart, Stride then beckoned my Sister to her feet.
The Matron's protests and sobs had all but stopped and were replaced by exhausted strains and heavy panting, Jean slipped off the desk wearily and buttoned-up her uniform, her face flushed and tear stains smudging her mascara.
"Oh you fucking evil little shit, (sob) are you happy now?" (sob). mumbled the Matron.
"Ohh fuck yes, you have no idea"
She looked my Sister up and down and said "You enjoyed that as much as me you big fucking sub, admit it!"
I watched my big sister closely from behind the wall and saw the look of defeat and embarrassment etched on her face, as she pulled her uniform down and slipped back into her shoes.
The stench of sweat in this tiny room was most overpowering as Jean finished lacing her shoes and returning the fallen stationary back to the desktop.
Nurse Stride had one hand on the door handle and was about to leave when she said "can I leave now Matron? please"
To which the Matron replied "Yes, but Stride, I want you back here same time tomorrow, or there'll be trouble"
Nurse Stride responded with a smirk and a wink 'Anything you say Matron, ANYTHING YOU SAY "And then left.
THE END
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My first job when I left school was as a hospital porter, working on the same ward as my 49 year old sister Jean, or big Matron Cheeseman as she was known.
I enjoyed my time on the ward immensely as I was only ever given easy menial tasks, mainly thanks to my big sister's help and influence, most of the more demanding chores were undertaken by Derek, head porter and Mr thoroughly nice guy, as indeed were all the nurses and staff, that is all except nurse Stride, or more precisely Staff nurse Melissa Stride
who's deep hatred for my sister was matched only by my sister's mutual detestment of nurse Stride.
Staff nurse Stride was in charge of everyone on the ward, everyone that is except my sister who being matron was the more senior nurse and had a real heir of authority about her.
Staff nurse Stride was despised by most of the nurses with only a few claiming to like her, and they were the two faced,
ass licking type, the type who'd talk about you behind your back and never to your face.
First thing on Monday morning my sister summoned everyone including us porters and Melissa Stride into her office,
where upon we were read the riot act, there had been a recent visit by senior Hospital executives and the report back was not good at all.
Some of this my Sister felt reflected badly on her, although this was not the case.
But the fact remained that standards of late had dropped, and dropped quite alarmingly and big Matron Cheeseman
would take no more, there were some red faces and bruised ego's in that office I can tell you, and none more than
Staff nurse Stride, who deservedly bore the brunt of my sister's wrath.
The next few days were quite awkward to say the least, especially for me being the Matrons Brother, tempers were frayed and that cunning and mischievous nurse Stride took full advantage of the situation, turning my Sister's unpopular but truthful scalding to her full advantage.
Thursday morning I turned the corner in the corridor to find nurse Stride and several other nurses huddled together whispering, and on seeing me approach immediately stopped talking, it was obvious from their reaction that my Sister was the topic of conversation?
Anger overcame me and I looked back up the corridor staring at this witch of a Woman, only for her to return my glare and then smirk to her fellow conspirators.
Melissa Stride was in her mid to late-thirties, had tight blonde curly hair, probably no more than 5ft 5", was quite skinny and wore a white uniform with a yellow waistband, her legs however were clad in thick dark brown nylons and not in regulation black, yet another act of open defiance against my Sister's orders.
First thing Friday morning my Sister had ordered the staff-room floor to be cleaned, and had designated Nurse Adern to commence with the duty, however once again Staff nurse Stride had chosen to stir the shit and advised the young nurse to ignore "Big Cheeseman" as she refereed to my sister and carry on with her other chores
'It's not your fucking job, that's why we employ cleaners" spat the dangerous little witch.
One hour later big Matron Cheeseman strode confidently down the main corridor, dressed in a navy-blue uniform with white waistband, (all other nurses wore pale blue uniforms) curly shoulder length black hair, fairly slim build but
at least 6ft tall (hense the "Big, Matron Cheeseman"), her uniform worn above the knee, her legs clad in regulation sheer black nylons and my Sister's black shoes, a whooping size 9, my Sister gave me a loving wink as she strode past.
Nurse Stride was no match for my Sister, in fact she looked way out of her depth and big Jean was about to make this slime-ball pay.
"Nurse Stride, come here now" the Matron commanded, and the little bitch came running as fast as she could, my Sister looked down at her and said "Now look here, you'd better smarten up and get your act together or I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget, ok?"
The petrified little woman looked up at my big Sister and said "Yes, yes Matron, I'm sorry"
"Good, now clear off out of my sight before I do something that we'll both regret, oh! and one more thing (My Sister pointed to Nurse Stride's legs) wear BLACK nylons"
"Yes Matron Cheeseman, I will l" and with that my Sister turned and walked triumphantly away, leaving the humiliated Nurse standing there in the corridor like a scalded schoolgirl.
Next morning as Nurse Stride's yellow mini pulled in to the car park several of the nurses gathered around waiting, they were waiting to see if Nurse Stride had given in to the Matron's demands and had worn the regulation black nylons.
They were waiting to taunt the obstructive little trouble maker, but as the drivers door opened, out stepped the same thick dark brown nylon clad legs, and a huge wicked grin on her face, she had once again openly defied my Sister's orders.
My Sister was already hard at work as Nurse Stride waltzed onto the ward, my Sister's eyes made straight for the legs of her disobedient and increasingly irritating staff member, but she was surrounded by student Doctors doing their rounds and was unable to voice her disapproval.
Nurse Stride spent the rest of the morning keeping as far away as possible from the Matron's imposing glare, avoiding even eye contact with my furious Sister.
At 10am my Sister and several other Nurses and members of staff were in the rest area and the Matron was enjoying her well earned cigarette and coffee, my Sister liked to relax in one of the soft leather chairs, leaning back on the headrest removing those tight laced-up shoes and taking the weight off her long tired feet.
My Sister using a spare chair to rest those tired legs and feet and placed her mug, cigarettes and lighter on the table next to her.
There was no better feeling than taking a drag on her ciggie and sipping her hot cappuccino.
There weren't too many people using the rest room that morning, most were taking their breaks outside, taking full advantage of the unusually sunny weather, however one person who did appear was Nurse Stride, and on entering the room and seeing the Matron nearly turned around and went back out, but had second thoughts when seeing my Sister's eye's were closed.
The wily Stride walked past my Sister but keeping well to the far side of the room and as far out of my Sister's range as possible.
Nurse Stride made herself a cup of tea and skulked away in the corner, keeping a really low profile and burying her face behind a magazine.
Also in the room that morning was Boylesy or to give him his real title Michael Boyles, now Boylesy was a porter like myself and a real wind-up merchant. always playing the fool and telling jokes, he was liked by everybody and that included my Sister.
The Matron although always appearing serious and stern had a real soft spot for old Boylesy, he was harmless, always happy and was a welcome relief in a place as depressing as a Hospital.
No one could behave so stupidly in front of my Sister and get away with it except Boylesy, but on this occasion even he had gone too far.
Boylesy on entering the room could see my Sister stretched-out half asleep and on seeing her big nylon feet hanging over the chair, crept up in front of them and grabbed my Sister's ankles and tickled the long black nyloned soles.
The Matron threw her arms out, knocking her half empty cup of coffee over the table and let out several deafening screams.
Boylesy still carried on tickling away and laughed
"Ohh Ticklish Cheesemann, tickle tickle"
but the Matron, to the shock of everyone in the room wasn't laughing, she was letting out the most piercing screams and swearing and banging her hands down on the coffee soaked table.
Everyone watching could see the panic she was in, red faced with both anger and embarrassment and totally shocked by her predicament.
Boylesy suddenly released his grip on my Sister's ankles, his hideous grin was replaced with a look of fear and regret, he had gone too far this time, and springing to her feet the Matron gave him the most sever dressing-down She's ever likely to give or will give in her life, she tore him to shreds and he left the room totally humiliated.
Matron Cheeseman fished under the table for her shoes and on slipping her stockinged feet back in knelt down to re-lace them, briefly looking up to witness the still shocked faces looking down at her, my Sister wiped her eyes and composed herself, she then said "Everyone had a good look? the shows over!" and glancing at the wall clock, which read 10.32
said "go on, Back to work". and clapping her hands shouted" Now move it"
However there was one person who watched open mouthed and intrigued by the events, and that was Staff Nurse Melissa Stride.
Stride had been left stunned and shocked by the events she witnessed in the rest room, she was astounded by the reaction of The Matron to the playful tickling, Cheeseman was hysterical and for the first time ever Nurse Stride saw a chink in my Sister's armour.
The events of the morning played on the mind of Nurse Stride all day, the feeble attempt by the Matron to try and escape the tickling, but what was most intriguing, was she looked totally helpless and quite unable to defend her self from the attack, she remembered how the Matron threw her arms around and screamed like a demented child.
The more and more Nurse Stride thought about it the less concerned she became about facing big Matron Cheeseman,
although she'd been defiant and at times cheeky toward the Matron she had in truth, always been scared of this powerful Woman.
Nurse stride knew how far she could push the Matron and had never dared to take anything too far, but now after the episode in the rest room well, she began to see things a little differently and her nasty, scheming and wicked mind was working overtime.
The troublesome little bitch began thinking about how ONLY the Matron could stop her doing exactly what she wanted to do, and she thought long and hard about all the bollockings she'd received at the hands of this strong, imposing Woman, even if the she did deserved it, and Matron was right 99% of the time.
'Oh those bollockings and lectures, she thought' as she recalled them,
'I told you, smarten-up or else"" You WILL do as your told!"" I thought I told you to wear black nylons! "
'Stride, your late again"" You need to buck up your ideas my Lady!"" Staff Nurse Stride, come here NOW! "
For the first time, the first time ever, the cunning little witch could see a way out, light at the end of the tunnel, and she knew she had to take it, it was a gamble, a huge gamble, but she was going to teach the mighty Matron a lesson she'd never forget.
The following morning the Matron stood hands on hips, shoulders back, chest out, and with a wide stance occupied the middle of the corridor, her nurses hat sat squarely on her black curly hair, her navy uniform, pristine as ever, the sheer black tights showing off long, thin legs, and those large black leather lace-up shoes shining like those of a guardsman.
'Where's Nurse Stride, is she here, anyone seen her ? "
She questioned the other Nurses who were busily going about they're chores.
"Yes, she's here somewhere Matron, I saw her earlier" Replied one of them.
The Matron's arms were now folded and her right foot tapped impatiently on the plastic coated floor.
"This isn't good enough, she's for the high-jump when I see her"
The Matron frowned, shook her head and stormed off to look for the lazy, incompetent and soon to be disciplined Nurse Stride.
Melissa Stride sat in the rest room, hatching her plan and making no attempt to start work, instead she quietly finished her cup of coffee and then headed off in the direction of the Matron's office.
Meanwhile, myself and Derek (The head porter) were moving some trolley's when my Sister came marching down the corridor, and on seeing me said "Have you nearly finished here"
"Eh yeah, all done here now" came my reply.
"good, I want you to do me a favour" She handed me a file and continued" Go to my office and put that on the shelf of my cabinet"
She handed me a small key and said "here's the key to my office, you can leave it open, just give me the key lunchtime"
Before I could reply she pinched my cheek, gave me a wink and said "it won't take you five minutes, thanks Mark"
With that she smiled at Derek and said "I'm off to kick arse, see you boys later"
Straightaway Derek and I went our separate ways, and within two minutes I had reached my Sister's office.
I entered the room and straight in front of me was a large desk, with a large chair behind it and a smaller one in front,
there was a partitioned wall to the right and behind the wall were the filing cabinets, I stepped behind the wall and reached up
to place the file on one of the shelves, I then stumbled and clumsily managed to knock most if not all of the files over and onto the floor.
'Shit, I'll be here ages sorting this lot out, bollocks!" I muttered to myself.
Unknown to me and outside the door Melissa Stride and my Sister were both heading for the office, but from different directions
and as they both spotted each other my Sister's face lit-up, Melissa Stride swallowed nervously but continued walking in the Matron's direction.
"Aaahhh at last, got you" My Sister stopped and stood right outside the office door.
Looking straight at the scrawny little bitch the Matron growled "I'm having you Stride, your ass is mine you little shit, you've had it coming for some time now "
Nurse Stride tried to defend her latest disappearing act but the Matron, in no mood to be trifled with snapped
"You've been a thorn in my side for too long now, your nothing but a lazy little troublemaker, as sly as they come, and your finished now, i'll make darn sure of that "
Nurse Stride took a step back and said "No..no I can explain, I wasn't feeling well and I went to the rest ro..."
Before she could finish her pitiful reply my Sister stepped forward and raising her voice higher said
"It's way, way to late for excuses, you've toyed with the wrong Lady" and looking down at Stride's legs said
"And how many times have I told you to wear the correct bloody uniform?" Stride bit her bottom lip and stepped back again.
The Matron took half a step forward, looming over her smaller antagonist, and in return Nurse Stride shuffled further backwards.
'You've been given far too many chances, your arse is mine now" The Matron spat as she wagged her finger.
From inside the room I could hear voices, mutterings at first but growing louder by the minute, and as I finished putting the last of the files back on the shelf, I recognised the one voice to be my Sister's.
Outside the door the confrontation continued with my big Sister giving the little witch the scalding of her life,
but as my Sister loomed even further over the petit nurse, so she threw an almighty spanner in the works,
steadying herself Nurse Stride stepped forward, looked up at the Matron and spat back
"I..i've got your number Cheeseman, yep that's right, I know your weakness"
The shocked Matron looked down at her scrawny rival in total amazement.
"Ohh i've been watching you too Matron, studying you, examining your every action, your every move and you know what, Mrs?
I think the mighty fucking Matron is ticklish, and I mean ultra ticklish and the whole hospital will know now, Cheeseman"
"What!, you silly, little bitch, No, no I'm not, that's just a wild stupid guess that's all" replied the nervous Matron.
"I saw what happened in the rest room cheeseman, you went to pieces, completely to pieces"
The Matron countered, "Right Stride, I've had enough of this, in my office...Now."
but her demand sounded weak and flawed, It carried no weight and nothing like her usual dominant manner.
"Ok, after you" came Nurse Stride's cocky reply.
I jumped a mile as the door opened and in shot my Sister and Melissa Stride, I watched silently from behind a small crack in the partitioned wall.
Once inside the Matron tried to scald her smaller rival by pushing her shoulders back, sticking her chest out and in a
shaky and unconvincing voice said
"I told you to smarten up, I'm the Matron, I'm the boss, now you'll do...."
but before she could finish her sentence, Nurse Stride broke into a huge wicked smile, raised an eyebrow and looking downwards said
..." Take your fucking shoes off, NOW "
"Wh..what did you say to me"? choked my Sister
"You heard, I said take those fucking shoes off"
The bitch shouted her demand and pointed to my Sister's feet.
"I'll do no such thing !" mumbled the Matron
Nurse Stride repeated her demand, only louder, much louder "TAKE OFF THOSE FUCKING SHOES, NOW !"
I watched on in total disbelief as Nurse Stride began walking around Jean, round and round eyeing my big Sister up and down.
'No way, Im not..."
But again Stride cut her off mid sentence and twiddling her fingers in front of Jean's face said
"NOW!"
I could not believe what I witnessed next, my big powerful bossy, dominant and confident Sister bent down and with her hands shaking in fear unlaced her flat black leather shoes before removing her large but narrow black-nylon-clad feet.
I looked on in utter disbelief and shock at the sight of my big Sister's feeble and humiliating surrender to this nasty little witch.
The expression on Nurse Stride's face was one of complete and utter shock, she too couldn't believe what she was witnessing.
My sister's big nylon feet were now at the mercy of staff nurse Stride, and the little bitch who looked on in disbelief was about to teach my big Sister a lesson she'd never forget.
The wily little blonde moved in closer towards Jean with a confident gait.
Her evil grin beaming across her face, the woman My Sister hated most seemed utterly amazed with how easy her latest sting was going.
Big Matron Cheeseman was now at the mercy of this cruel little witch and She was in her own office, clad in those sheer black nylon tights and she was alone.
"Ooh you cunning, evil little witch, I'm just as you'd always wanted me, aren't I, aren't I?"
The Matron shouted, trying to steady her now faultering voice.
"Ooh yes, yes, fucking right you are, fwoooor." Nurse Stride excitedly replied, looking down and licking her lips at my Sister's big black nylon clad feet.
"Quick, quick, sit on the chair, quickly, come on, you big fucker" ordered Nurse Stride,
she was grinning from ear to ear and shaking with excitement.
Big Matron Cheeseman sat on the chair and covered her face with her hands, as if she were about to cry.
The little witch knelt down at my Sister's feet, she was still giggling with excitement and shear disbelief, then she took hold of Jean's feet, just above the ankle, and began rubbing her face against my sisters foot, gently she kissed and stroked my sisters foot, closing her eyes and running her tongue along Jean's toes and soles.
My sisters long nylon feet were to prove her weakness, for those big vulnerable soles were so so incredibly sensitive.
wicked Nurse Stride now ran her hand very slowly up the Matron's shin over the bony knees
and up Jean's shapely thigh, brushing the smooth black nylon, higher and higher her tiny fingers rose until big Jean screamed her submission.
"Enough, enough, I surrender, you win, no more...oh please no more"
The probing fingers came to a halt just between the cheeks of my sister's bottom,
"Do I have your total and utter submission Cheeseman?"
"Yes, yes damn you, you wicked little witch, I give, ohh yes I give" My Sister sobbed.
A huge satisfying grin lit up nurse Stride's face.
"Ohhhh you little swine, I'm finished if this gets out" the Matron sobbed.
"Don't worry big Lady, this is our little secret, your big smelly feet are mine ... and mine only"
giggled the victorious and amazed Nurse stride,
"we'll begin tomorrow, break time 10 am sharp, and if you fail to turn up, I'll tickle you in public, ok you big shit! "
The sobbing Matron nodded, and as the victorious Nurse Stride left the room she tauntingly said "And wear black nylons" and as she left the room her muffled witch like cackles carried on down the corridor.
For a further forty minutes I remained silently undetected in my Sister's office listening to her pityful sobbing, until she finally plucked up the courage to leave, luckily I hadn't returned her key, otherwise i'd have been locked inside all night.
I'm ashamed to say but seeing my mighty matriarch of a Sister surrender to such a nasty yet tiny Woman as Melissa Stride really turned me on, it was so unexpected, so shocking, and seeing the balance of power shift so quickly from my Sister to that little bitch stirred something inside me.
I couldn't remove the image of my Sister's large sheer black nylon feet on offer to that sadistic little bitch and however wrong it felt I longed for more of the same.
The key to my Sister's office was still in my grasp and I was determined to be back here tomorrow to witness any goings-on.
I was up like a lark the following morning, stopping off at SHRANTONS to get another key cut, as I knew My Sister would demand it back first thing, thus rendering me unable to witness any events.
As I was never late for work, and being the Matron's Brother, nothing was said when I rambled into work at 9.30
As I arrived on the ward I saw Nurse Stride walk up to my Sister and whisper something in her ear, then almost immediately the Matron shouted at Nurse Stride, telling her to pull her finger out, to which Nurse Stride meekly replied "Yes Matron Cheeseman "showing total respect for my Sister, the same thing happened two or three more times that same morning. my Sister scalding her quite severly, and always in public.
"Nurse Stride, fetch me a bedpan quickly, I said quickly"
and off would run the tiny Nurse, obeying my Sister's every command to the letter.
This was weird behaviour to say the least, considering the events of yesterday.
At about 9.45 I headed for my Sister's office, turning my new key in the door and taking my place behind the partition wall, I'd taken a screwdriver with me to try and make my peephole slightly wider to get myself a better view, but has I started to widen the hole to about 1/2 an inch the key turned in the door, it was my Sister and straight away she took her place sat behind the desk.
I could feel my stomach churning, I felt so nervous, scared even, but oh did I feel excited. like a naughty schoolboy.
I watched through the slightly widened gap as my Sister sat bolt upright in her chair, waiting for her nemesis to appear, and sure enough bang on cue came a knock on the door.
'Come in" Shouted my Sister, and in crept Melissa Stride grinning like a cheshire cat.
"I enjoyed our little game this morning, the more you bossed me the more determined I am to make you suffer"
My Sister looked down at her desk and said nothing.
"What's the matter Cheeseman! cat got yer tongue, if they could only see you now, ha"
The Matron shuffled with a pencil, still not making eye contact.
"Stand up you big fuck" and with that my Sister rose to her feet, "Come around here and sit on the desk"
My Sister slowly walked around the table, my heart by now was pounding.
'Sit on the desk! ahhh ... but first things first" She pointed to Jean's feet" Shoes, OFF!"
Matron Cheeseman bent down and unlaced her big leather shoes, then grabbing the heels slowly slipped her long black nylon feet out, stood upright and looking over her shoulder grabbed the edges of the desk, and by pushing off her toes, raised herself backwards and up onto the desk.
"Fwoorr, I'm so going to enjoy this, you big fucker you"
My Sister began to steady herself when Stride bellowed "Lean back, right back, go on, further back on the desk"
The Matron slipped further back on the slippery wooden surface, and on doing so knocked over some pens and several sheets of paper.
Before Jean could settle Nurse Stride was at her, and she didn't hold back at all.
"Ooaaaaaaaaaaahhhh, shiittt, nooaaaaaahh" My Sister squealed like a pig as Stride dug in, her fingers tickling like mad on the sweaty slippery soles of her wailing captive.
"You big fucking shit-house, take this, ha haaayyyyeeeesssssss"
'Ohhhh nooooooooooaaaahhhhhhhh "Screamed the Matron.
Stride was giving the mighty Matron the lesson of her life, the tiny fingers dug between the long nyloned soles and my Sister gripped the table so hard her knuckles were white.
Nothing prepared me for what happened next as my Sister pulled her uniform high to her waist, almost losing her balance in doing so, and screamed "Look. fancy some of this, you pissy little witch"
Jean had pulled her uniform up revealing not the usual tights but instead sheer black stockings.
Never in all my years have I ever seen my Sister wear stockings, and I mean never! they just weren't her thing, my Sister was so prim and proper, and really old school.
I'd been to her house thousands of times and not once had I seen a pair on her clothesline or on the radiator, I was stunned.
My Sister cried "Go on Stride you little bitch, this is what you want isn't it eh ?! come on give it to me"
'You fucking sluuutttttttt, whore, you big shitter " Screeched the shocked and excited smaller Nurse.
She was demented, her face contorted with rage and lust, she was tickling right up to big Jeans stocking-tops and bare thighs.
Nurse Strides language was turning the air blue, She was spitting filth and venom like nothing i've ever heard before.
The tiny tormentor undone the bottom two buttons of the Matron's uniform and again to my amazement Jean started to undo the rest.
after undoing the buttons the tickler returned to torment Jean's feet again, concentrating again on the soles and toes.
"Your feet are really fucking whiffy, you fucking big filthy whore"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, come on you little bitchhhhaaaa, do your worsttttaaaaahhh, ooohhhhh"
The Matron, although screaming and wailing kept baiting her aggressor, Stride's fingers scampering all over Jean's long legs and feet.
I could see my Sister was now begining to wilt, she was weakening by the second and Nurse Stride could sense it as well.
"Ooohhhhhhh, No more, I'm doneeeaaaaahhhh, stooooooppppppiiittttttt, ooooohhhhhhhaaaa"
Stride could almost taste victory now, she ripped off her own shoes and climbed on the table, and once on top she mounted big Jean.
The evil little bitch slithered over my Sister's outstretched body and tickled under the Matron's arms.
My Sister's uniform was now unbuttoned revealing Jean's ample assets, that were incased in a skimpy lace corset, whose suspender straps held up the sheer black stockings that adorned my Sister's long thin legs,
Melissa Stride stretch her own spindly legs to the limit, until her tiny feet nestled under those of my Sister's, and began tickling Jean's long nylon soles with her toes, whilst her fingers worked away on the armpits.
I could hear Jean growling her submissions over and over as the tickling intensified, and I could see Nurse Stride whispering what were proberbly obsenities in my Sister's ear.
I almost choked when i saw Stride remove her hand from my Sister's armpit and slide it up under Jean's crotch,
it was impossible to see from my vantage point, but judging from the posistion of her elbow she seemed to be tickling not only the bush, but buttox and arsehole, and the look on my Sister's face seemed to confirm it.
"Oooh you filthy little bitch, stop it...please, sob sob "!
Stride kept whispering filth in my Sister's ear as her arm action quickened, bringing loud groans from the Matron.
"Ohhh mercy, sob sob "
Then after several more minutes Melissa Stride dismounted My Sister and stood back to admire her beaten prey, she wore a look of contentment across her wicked face and as she stepped back into her shoes and stared at my
Sister as she lay spread-eagled across the desk, her black stockinged legs and feet wide apart, Stride then beckoned my Sister to her feet.
The Matron's protests and sobs had all but stopped and were replaced by exhausted strains and heavy panting, Jean slipped off the desk wearily and buttoned-up her uniform, her face flushed and tear stains smudging her mascara.
"Oh you fucking evil little shit, (sob) are you happy now?" (sob). mumbled the Matron.
"Ohh fuck yes, you have no idea"
She looked my Sister up and down and said "You enjoyed that as much as me you big fucking sub, admit it!"
I watched my big sister closely from behind the wall and saw the look of defeat and embarrassment etched on her face, as she pulled her uniform down and slipped back into her shoes.
The stench of sweat in this tiny room was most overpowering as Jean finished lacing her shoes and returning the fallen stationary back to the desktop.
Nurse Stride had one hand on the door handle and was about to leave when she said "can I leave now Matron? please"
To which the Matron replied "Yes, but Stride, I want you back here same time tomorrow, or there'll be trouble"
Nurse Stride responded with a smirk and a wink 'Anything you say Matron, ANYTHING YOU SAY "And then left.
THE END
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