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Chapter 4

When Molly Manders, the head librarian at the scriptorium walked through the aisle containing the ancient Patriarch prayer books and reached the scriptorium’s front desk, she was surprised to see Dorota near the phone and not Dorothea.

“Dorota. Why are you at the front desk? I had told you to take an inventory of the new batch of scriptures that had arrived from Budapest. Where is Dorothea?”, asked Molly to the tall assistant librarian. Dorota always looked sleepy faced and had freckles across her face.

“I was in the reading alcoves going through the scriptures when Dorothea told me that she had received a phone call from Prioress Theodora. I will be at the front desk until she returns”, said Dorota as she eyed Molly’s beautiful face with its sharp features - prominent hawk-like nose and long chin. Molly Manders was a beautiful and tough woman.

“A call from Prioress Theodora? Now why would Prioress Theodora summon Dorothea when I am the head librarian?”, asked Molly, placing her hands over her hips.

“Your guess is as good as mine”, said Dorota and she smiled at Molly. Molly smiled back but she already had a hunch why Prioress Theodora might have summoned Dorothea.

“That frigid sexless bitch of a Prioress had found out about me, Dorothea and Dorota. That they were locked together in a sex triangle. There is no way she would have called Dorothea if it was something related to the running of the scriptorium”, thought Molly to herself.

“What’s on your mind?”, asked Dorota, sticking her tongue out.

Molly walked towards the desk and leant against it. Dorota leant against it from the other side. Their faces were inches apart.

“I saw you and Dorothea coming in dirty yesterday evening. Now why were a couple of scriptorium assistants looking like they were rolling around in the dirt?”, asked Molly, keeping her tone serious.

A sheepish smile appeared on Dorota’s face. Molly couldn’t look away from the dimples that appeared on the younger woman’s face. Her smiles were cute, but Dorota was no rookie in bed.

“Out with it, Dorota. What were you and Dorothea upto yesterday evening?”, asked Molly, placing a hand on Dorota’s shoulder.

Dorota tilted her head to one side as if she was thinking about how to convey something terrible she had done in the most pleasing way possible.

“Well ….. Dorothea and I were out on a walk on the monastery grounds”, said Dorota and trailed off.

“And?”, asked Molly and she pressed down on Dorothea’s shoulder.

“We had a bit of an argument”, said Dorota.

“About what?”, asked Molly.

“About you Molly”, said Dorota and smiled again.

Molly sighed. But she was pleased. She had these two young novice hoors at the tip of her fingers, both of them eager to hump her every night.

“We had a really heated argument. Dorothea started talking dirty. I did not back down. It got physical”, said Dorota, placing an innocent smile on her face. A smile that was supposed to make Molly swoon and forgive her for her outdoor amatory exertions.

“You and Dorothea had a catball out in the monastery grounds?”, asked Molly, annoyed.

“It started off as a catball. We were both excited and it ended in a sexfight”, confessed Dorota.

“Damn! You girls were humping each other out in the open? What the hell is wrong with you? I’ve told you both to be careful. Even a hint of a suspicion from some of the monastery elders and one or more of us could be transferred to another monastery or thrown out for life”, said Molly trying to suppress her anger.

Dorota smiled guiltily and stuck her tongue out.

“Come here and kiss me Molly Manders”, whispered Dorota in a sensuous voice.

“For fucks sake, Dorota, these are scriptorium hours. Calm your tits, girl”, said Molly, calming down a little.

“There’s nobody in the alcoves now. All the nuns are in the prayer room”, said Dorota and she moved her face close to Molly and let a ball of spittle hang out from under her lips.

Molly moved her face towards Dorota’s and licked the ball of spittle off the younger woman’s lips.

The two women eyed each other feistily as they stood on either side of the tall desk.

Then it was Molly’s turn to conjure up a ball of spittle and move her face really close to Dorota’s. Dorota wasted no time and licked the spittle off Molly’s lips.

Both women’s faces were red, and they wanted to jump at the other woman and tear off each other’s tunics.

“You too lovebirds sure ought to be careful”, said Dorothea from behind them as she entered the scriptorium.

“Well, look who’s here”, said Molly, turning around. She took a good look at Dorothea, looking for signs.

“What?”, asked Dorothea, feeling a bit uncomfortable at Molly’s piercing stare.

“Heard you were summoned by the Prioress”, said Molly, a hint of accusation in her voice.

“Hmmm”, said Dorothea, all non-committal.

“Well? Is she going to fire me and make you chief librarian?”, asked Molly sarcastically.

“She just wanted to tell me what a great job I am doing down here at the scriptorium”, said Dorothea. She knew she sounded unconvincing the moment the words came out of her mouth and she glared at Molly who glared back.

Dorota looked from Molly to Dorothea and back. She could sense the tension between the two women.

“Is that so? So what are Dorota and I doing here? Wasting our time killing flies? Why were you selected for this special personal commemoration by the Prioress?”, asked Molly insistently, not taking her eyes off Dorothea.

“This slut is trying to hide something”, thought Molly as she sized up her assistant.

“She was impressed by my role in copying old manuscripts”, said Dorothea coolly. But she knew Molly wouldn’t buy it.

“You look kinda red, Dorothea”, said Molly.

“Red?”, asked Dorothea, gulping.

“Your face. It is red like a plum. It’s this red only when you’re horny”, said Molly, a knowing accusatory smile on her face.

“Come off it now, Molly. Dorota, I am ready to assume my duties at the front desk. You may return back to the reading alcove”, said Dorothea, ignoring Molly’s barbs.

“Allright Dorothea”, said Dorota. She didn’t want to leave. The argument between Molly and Dorothea was bound to turn increasingly acrimonious and she wanted to have the best seat to witness it.

But even after Dorothea assumed her position behind the front desk, Molly was not ready to let her off the hook.

“Tell me Dorothea. Did Prioress Theodora offer you my job? You can be honest with me”, said Molly, continuing to hang around beside the front desk and fixing her assistant with glare.

“I already told you, Molly. The Prioress wanted to compliment me for copying old Patriarch manuscripts”, said Dorothea patiently. But she could feel the anger well up inside her. She knew Molly’s accusation was true. Now that Prioress Theodora was horny for her, she intended to use her influence over the Prioress to displace Molly as head librarian. If Molly, who was 45 years old worked for the rest of her life at the scriptorium, then Dorothea, who was 27, would be assistant well into her late fifties.

“I find this very hard to believe. She would have summoned me instead of my assistant”, said Molly, placing her hands over the desk and glaring into Dorothea’s face.

This time, Dorothea, who had enough of Molly’s inquisitiveness, met the glare.

“Fuck you, Molly. I am done explaining myself to you. Yeah, I am trying to shaft you with Prioress Theodora’s help and lay my claim on the head librarian post”, snarled Dorothea as she looked angrily into the head librarian’s equally angry face.

“Fuck me? Fuck you Dorothea. I will fight you tooth and nail. I have spent my whole life working at this monastery. I’m not about to concede the post to newly arrived novice hoors like you”, seethed Molly and she glared back into Dorothea’s face which was red with anger.

“Guess you have a battle on your hands, Molly. I want the job as head librarian”, whispered Dorothea. She was glad to have made the hawk-like Molly angry.

“You want to step outside the front desk and take this discussion into the retreat room, Dorothea?”, asked Molly.

The retreat room was a small enclosure under the stairs with a little bed for the scriptorium employees to take rest in.

Without exchanging another word, Dorothea and Molly walked away from the front desk and towards the retreat room. Despite her anger, Dorothea realized that her nipples were erect.

After they shut the door behind them, the two women turned towards each other. Both were seething and they took a step towards each other.

Tunic covered boobs met and the two women who were both tall let their boobs heave against each other.

“Dorothea, I am the wrong person to be messing with. You don’t know who you are up against, Did you reveal anything about the sexual triangle between you, me and Dorota to the Prioress?”, said Molly threateningly as she pushed against Dorothea with her boobs.

“Molly, I am no spring chicken. I have been around. You cannot treat me like shit and order me around. Nothing in this world is certain, Molly. Tomorrow, your job might be mine. And I don’t remember what I told the Prioress”, Dorothea threatened back as she pushed back with her boobs.

The two pairs of fleshy boobs jostled and fought against each other even as the women glared into each other’s eyes.

Faces were inches apart and they breathed hot breaths onto the surface of each other’s cheeks. The two rivals were getting aroused as their erect nipples poked into the other woman’s tunic covered boobs.

When Molly snaked her arms around Dorothea’s waist and pulled her close, the assistant did the same to her head librarian.

Feverish caresses across the other woman’s back aroused them even more. They were about to take off their tunics and jump onto the bed when the front desk bell of the scriptorium sounded.

“There is a visitor you dumb bitch! What kind of head librarian indulges in a titfight with her assistant during working hours”, complained Dorothea as she pushed Molly away and adjusted her tunic.

“Listen you cxnt! When my assistant is a scheming two-bit novice hoor dressed in a tunic, I might need to indulge in steamy shit like this to show her who is the boss”, retorted Molly as she smoothened her tunic.

The two aroused titfighters smiled feistily at each other, both women cursing the visitor who had interrupted their impending acrimonious sexfight.

Chapter 5

During her walk that evening, Prioress Theodora was a conflicted woman.

“Should I embark on another sexual tryst with Dorothea? I want to but I could put my position as Prioress in jeopardy”, thought Prioress Theodora, utterly torn between taking a big risk to get laid or playing it safe.

As she neared her Priory House, the prospect of another lonely night, twisting and turning by herself on her large bed loomed large.

Her plump body was flush with sexual longing and while she was in the shower, washing off the sweat of the day’s labors, Prioress Theodora saw herself naked in the bathroom mirror.
The sight of her fleshy nakedness stirred something inside the Prioress. After the bath, she got back into her tunic.

The time was half past six. The scriptorium would still be open. It usually closed at 7 pm. Prioress Theodora rang the number for the scriptorium.

The phone was picked up after a single ring.

“Dorothea of the Patriarch Nun Monastery. How may I help you?”, came the excited voice. Prioress Theodora realized Dorothea was expecting her call, which was why she had identified herself.

“Prioress Theodora of the Patriarch Nun Monastery”, said Prioress Theodora, the sound of Dorothea’s deep voice making her heart race.

A giggle at the other end.

“The rear gate of my Priory House. It is behind a bunch of deep red maple trees. Not many in the monastery knows it exists. Once you exit the scriptorium you need to take a right for a while until you see the red maple trees which would be on the left side of the stone walkway next to the arches. You need to walk through the thick clumps of maple. Beware of insects. See you there in twenty minutes”, said the Prioress tersely, even as she felt a tingle of lust surge through her body.

“I will find it. Meet you in twenty minutes, Prioress”, came Dorothea’s voice and there was a click at the other end.

The Prioress wondered whether she ought to remove her tunic and change into something more casual. No. It would be better to wear a tunic. If somebody saw them, the tunic would act as adequate cover, and they would be hard to identify.

It was a long walk from her Priory House to the rear gate. After putting on her tunic, with no undergarments underneath, the Prioress left her Priory House through the back door.
She was barefoot.

A strong wind blew across the monastery grounds. The threat of rain hung in the air.

She made her way across the little courtyard that was protected on three sides by the Priory House and a thick red maple growth.

Prioress Theodora’s inner world was a storm of conflicting emotions as she made her way towards the rear gate in the chilly weather of the evening. It was high tide and the sound of the surf hitting the shore could not be heard.

When she stepped off the stone pathway and onto the grass, the wetness and dirt of the lawn made her shiver.

The wind picked up, making the thick yew trees swing wildly in the wind on either side of Prioress Theodora.

Then she saw it. The rear gate painted a deep red, hidden behind a clump of yew shrubs. She rushed towards it, the yew shrubs poking into her tunic covered body. She had feared the rear gate would be closed with an iron paddle lock. But it wasn’t. The rusty latch came off easily and Prioress Theodora opened the gate and stepped onto the lawn on the other side that was also hidden by a clump of yew bushes.

As she waited for Dorothea, her pussy itching rampantly, Prioress Theodora wondered whose idea it was to hide the rear gate among a clump of bushes. Did Prioresses before her meet their lovers in this little clearing by the gate that was protected by the yew bushes?

Prioress Theodora waited, her nipples erect, watching the yew bushes. Dorothea might slip through the thicket at any moment.

She felt like she was an animal in the forest during mating season. Waiting for another animal to commence the mating dance.

Then there was a sound, a bristling of leaves, and a barefoot appeared from within the thicket of yews. Dorothea’s red tunic came out, and Prioress Theodora rushed towards the younger woman.

As Dorothea’s full profile stepped out into the clearing, Prioress Theodora was just a few steps away from her.

“Dorothea”, whispered Prioress Theodora, her boobs heaving against her red tunic.

“Prioress Theodora”, Dorothea whispered back. The novice nuns face was red.

The two women took the final step towards each other and entwined fingers.

“I was worried you wouldn’t come”, said Prioress Theodora, swooning in front of the younger woman.

“I would never say no to you, Prioress”, said Dorothea, proud of the Prioress’ sexual interest in her.

Prioress Theodora disentangled her fingers from Dorothea’s and threw her arms around the scriptorium assistant’s tunic covered figure. The hug was returned immediately.

They caressed each other’s backs, heads resting on the other woman’s shoulder and boobs heaving against each other.

“It feels so good. It feels so good. Keep caressing me, Dorothea”, begged the Prioress, reveling in the contact between their boobs.

Dorothea disentangled herself from the Prioress. Their red faces were inches apart as they blew hot breaths onto the surface of each other’s cheeks for the second time that day.

The younger woman took off the tunic over her head and exposed her boobs to the Prioress.

Dorothea’s plump boobs were milk white with lovely pink patches on them. The nipples were blood red and erect.

Prioress Theodora placed her hands over the exposed boobs with all the excitement of a teenager. Dorothea shivered when Prioress Theodora’s fingers cupped her boobs.

Dorothea’s boobs were taut like a young woman’s ought to be. The firm flesh fit perfectly into Prioress Theodora’s large plump fingers. The prick of the sharp red nipples was pleasant and sent a tingle through the older woman’s body.

As the Prioress squeezed and groped her boobs, Dorothea looked on at the older woman’s face which was filled with wonder and barely concealed amorousness.
The younger woman gasped as Prioress Theodora’s explorations became more ardent, so much so that even she longed to grope the Prioress’ boobs. The coolness of the evening air was also making the scriptorium assistant squirm with lust.

Dorothea pulled at the Prioress’ tunic, showing her intent. Prioress Theodora looked into Dorothea’s face, smiled amorously and then proceeded to remove her tunic and let it fall onto the grass.

When the cool breeze enveloped her naked boobs, Prioress Theodora shivered. While she looked matronly in her tunic, with the garment off, the Prioress looked like a pleasantly plump housewife in her thirties, with her ample boobs and curvaceous hips.

As the younger woman placed her hands over her naked tits, Prioress Theodora moaned out loud even as the blood rushed into her nipples. It was the first time another woman was groping her boobs, and she could not get enough of the sexual intimacy. Time stood still for Prioress Theodora.

The aroma from Dorothea’s now exposed armpits were maddeningly sensual. Even as Dorothea pleasured Prioress Theodora’s nipples and boobs with her hand palms, fingers and nails, the Prioress was desperate to savor her new lover’s aroma. The aroma that was emanating out of Dorothea’s armpit was tantalizing and could not be ignored.

“There is nothing to unite two women than both of them sniffing each other’s armpits”, thought Prioress Theodora but she feared whether Dorothea was thinking on the same lines.

Even as Dorothea continued to grope Prioress Theodora’s boobs, the MILF moved closer to the younger woman’s armpit like it were a magnet. When Prioress Theodora took a sniff of the closed armpit, Dorothea let out a giggle and raised her arm.

The invitation was too much for Prioress Theodora to resist. The Prioress plunged her face into the open armpit and took a sniff of the younger woman’s aroma. She sniffed over and over again, reveling in the heady fragrance of youth.

With one hand placed on Dorothea’s boob, Prioress Theodora placed her nose and lips onto the younger woman’s armpit and took a really long sniff. When Dorothea let out a moan, Prioress Theodora took a long lick of the scriptorium assistant’s wet armpit. Dorothea let out a cries of pleasure and felt a tingle surge through her body as the Prioress continued to lick and savor her armpit.

Then the Prioress raised her head and pulled Dorothea towards her own body and the two women locked together in a tight embrace.

The goosebumps that rose up across her body when their breasts jostled against one another made the Prioress shiver.

“Kiss me Prioress. Kiss me won’t you please?”, begged Dorothea, adopting a coquettish voice even as she pressed her naked boobs onto the older woman’s, making sure that their nipples fought with each other.

“Oh! Dorothea”, sighed the Prioress Theodora and she plunged her lips onto the younger woman’s and their mouths locked together.

Even as the two aroused women deployed their tongues to meet each other, they began to caress the other woman’s naked back feverishly.

Kissing and slurping sounds rang out across the clearing as the two women ran their tongues over each other in a fervent manner.

The taste and feel of each other’s tongues were driving the two women crazy with lust and the kissing gained in intensity.

Their erect nipples poked into the flesh of each other’s boobs, and they plunged their nails into each other’s buttocks even as their kissing gained a ferocity which made the two women glare into each other’s eyes even as they kissed.

Boobs heaved and fought against each other as their lusty kissing continued unabated, neither woman intent on letting the other woman go anywhere.

The relentless kissing made the two women move closer to each other and their inner thighs caressed each other.

Leaking pussies were inches apart from each other and Dorothea was on the verge of smashing her pussy mound into the Prioress’ pussy mound when she heard a short bark behind them.

It was a little puppy dog, and it barked at the two mating women.

Dorothea and Prioress Theodora disentangled from each other.

“Simon! Simon! Where did you run off to?”, came a female voice.

“Oh dear! This is Molly’s dog Simon. I am sure she isn’t far away, Prioress”, said Dorothea urgently.

“I better get back to my Priory House”, said the Prioress and the two women dressed up quickly even as Simon continued to yelp and bark at them.

The Prioress Theodora kissed Dorothea on the neck before she rushed back to the Priory House. Dorothea took another path, hidden behind the oak trees, that would take her to the scriptorium.

Luckily for her, Simon the puppy dog did not follow her. She heard Molly’s cries in the distance.

“Did that Molly cxnt do this on purpose? Did she see me leave the scriptorium and send the dog out to find me? I wouldn’t put it beyond that jealous bitch”, thought Dorothea as she walked swiftly, eager to be not be seen by the nosy Molly.

Chapter 6

It rained that night. Another sleepless night beckoned for Prioress Theodora. The sexually thirsty MILF felt like she had made a few forward strides in finally grinding her pussy into another woman’s. She was going to do it soon. She and Dorothea were going to fuck each other. It was inevitable.

It could happen tomorrow. She knew she had the power to make it happen. She was the Prioress of the monastery afterall. Why did she have to stay a virgin?

As she relived the events of the day consisting of the two sexual encounters with Dorothea, Prioress Theodora was possessed by a sense of longing.

“I might be 47 years old. But I know I look good. Dorothea is desperate to fuck me. Maybe she wants some favors from me. I don’t mind that”, resolved Prioress Theodora to herself as she began to finger herself under the cozy duvet.

While Prioress Theodora fingered herself under the comforts of her fresh smelling duvet in her Priory House, Dorothea had just finished taking a shower in her room in the scriptorium.
The tall young woman toweled herself before she slipped under the duvet utterly naked. As she relaxed and recalled her intense sexual encounters with the Prioress, the scriptorium assistant felt herself getting aroused.

She liked the plump older woman who seemed to be enamored by her. Prioress Theodora had nice tits. An attractive MILF with whom she could form an alliance and further her career at the monastery. She could become the Prioress Theodora’s girl Friday and mistress. The future looked rosy.

The scriptorium assistant slipped into a deep and sweet sleep which is why she did not hear the door open and a nude woman step in.

In the monastery’s quite darkness, the nude woman closed the door with the utmost caution and then turned towards the bed. The woman watched the bed and as if to confirm that Dorothea was fast asleep.

The woman took a few steps towards the bed and paused once again near the bed. She could hear Dorothea’s pleasant breathing as she waited, anticipating her next action.
When the woman climbed onto the bed, it creaked just a little, making the woman pause. Dorothea’s breathing stopped and she turned around on the bed, but a few seconds later her breathing resumed, making the woman on the bed move closer to the young woman’s sleeping figure.

The intruder pulled the duvet off Dorothea’s naked figure and marveled for a few seconds at the young woman’s well-endowed body.

Then she placed her hands on both sides of Dorothea and lowered her nude body onto the scriptorium assistants.

The woman let out a gasp when their naked flesh met. But Dorothea continued to sleep peacefully.

The nude woman settled down on Dorothea’s body and then bit into the young woman’s neck. Dorothea let out a giggle, twisted and turned on the bed and the woman on top of her moaned.

When the woman kissed Dorothea on the neck, the scriptorium assistant let out another giggle.

“Prioress Theodora, you are such a tease”, Dorothea moaned out and giggled again, slowly waking up now.

The woman raised herself a little and smashed her boobs into Dorothea’s.

“Uhhh! Prioress ….. you like playing rough don’t ya?”, Dorothea moaned out again, but her eyes remained closed because she thought she was dreaming.

The woman on top now lined up her pelvis with Dorothea’s and smashed her naked pussy mound into Dorothea’s naked and wet pussy mound.

“Mmm! Prioress ….. keep doing that. Fuck me Prioress”, begged Dorothea and then the woman on top saw the young woman’s eyes open.

The woman smashed down with her pelvis once again and a thwack sound rang across the room when their pussies bumped into each other.

She savored the look of utter surprise on Dorothea’s face when she realized that it was not the Prioress who had mounted her.

When the woman, flicked her erect nipples over Dorothea’s, the young woman snapped out of any last bit of sleep fog, she might have been trapped in.

She recognized the woman who had mounted her immediately when she saw her red hair.

“Molly!”, snarled Dorothea and she tried to push the librarian off her body.

But Molly pinned Dorothea’s hands onto the bed and smashed her boobs into the younger woman’s. After which she slammed her pussy mound into Dorothea’s.

“Molly Manders you sneaky slut! How dare you creep into my room”, shouted Dorothea as she squirmed under Molly’s body.

“Dorothea! You Prioress fucker! Shut the fuck up while I teach you a lesson you whore”, whispered Molly as she pasted her nude body onto Dorothea’s.

The two women gasped as their bodies united. Boobs were pasted against one another. Legs became entwined.

“You cxnt! Get out of my room”, shouted Dorothea and this time she slammed up with her pussy mound into Molly’s pussy mound.

“Uhhh! I am not leaving here before I give you a good fucking”, Molly whispered back and she bumped her pussy mound back down into Dorothea’s.

She took her hands off Dorothea’s wrist and entwined her fingers with her assistants. Dorothea let their fingers become entwined and they were placed above their heads, like they were two wrestlers.

Dorothea was now unbearably aroused by their boobs heaving against each other and she humped up with her pussy mound, slashing her engorged clit over Molly’s.

“Mmm! Fuck me good, bitch”, ordered Molly as she pounded back with her pussy.

“Ahhhhh! Who’s gonna fuck who here, Molly whore! You’ll wish you hadn’t crept into my room like the pervert that you are”, retorted Dorothea before she attacked Molly’s pussy mound with her own.

Dorothea raised herself up and pushed Molly onto the bed beside her. The two women immediately entwined their bodies in a sideways manner, legs knotting together in a tangle and boobs plunging into one another.

Their inner thighs slid against each other, and pussies were inches apart as they glared into each other’s eyes.

“So little Dorothea Damara is now fucking the Prioress. You’re going places, you whore”, challenged Molly and she bit into Dorothea’s neck.

“Mmm! Yeah Molly Manders. I cannot be humping pussies with the head librarian for the rest of my life. I’m just climbing up the monastery ladder”, responded Dorothea and the younger woman bit back into Molly’s neck.

Their boobs were plastered together, and waves of lust were surging through their nude entwined bodies.

“Aaah! You gonna take my job, you tramp?”, asked Molly as she used her clit like a sword to tantalize Dorothea’s pussy lips.

“Ffffuckkk! Maybe I will you fucking hoe”, retorted Dorothea and she fenced back with her clit to subdue Molly’s clit attack.

“Hhhhhh! Just as I suspected you fucking slimy whore! Sleeping your way to my job”, snarled Molly and this time she kissed Dorothea on the lips.

The two women locked lips tightly and even as they kissed wildly, they continued to hump each other with their pussies.

So immersed where Molly and Dorothea in their amatory exertions that they did not hear the door open and a naked woman step in.

After closing the door behind her, Dorota gazed longingly at Molly and Dorothea humping each other with their mouths locked together. The young woman felt jealous as she watched the intensity and desperation with which Molly and Dorothea were fucking each other.

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