{ASSM} MikeCA: Pure Strip Poker - Chapter 1 (strip poker)
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> Pure Strip Poker
>
> by MikeCA (mike...@hotmail.com)
>
> @(C) Copyright 1998 by MikeCA, all rights reserved, except those
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> Pure Strip Poker
>
> Chapter 1 The Rules
>
> I was a PK (preacher's kid). If you are not a PK, you may have never
> though about what that means. As a PK in a small town, everybody
> knows your father. If you do anything, somebody will tell your father
> about it. This makes for a very restricted social life. You don't get
> invited to very many parties, and girls are reluctant to go out with
> you.
> When I was 10 or 12 years old things were pretty normal. Most of the
> kids in the neighborhood treated me as part of the gang. Though we
> were too young for girls, there were a few copies of Playboy around
> and there even were some mixed sex strip poker games. But in
> following years I got progressively left out of those kinds of actives.
> I
> heard whispered mentions of parties and bolder strip poker games at
> school, but no one would dare invite me to one of these.
>
> When I went to college, suddenly everything changed. No one knew I
> was a PK. No one knew my father. I could do things for the first time
> without worrying about word of it getting back to my father. The only
> problem was I had no experience with girls. I had never been out on a
> real date in high school, and now I finally had the opportunity, I
> didn't
> know what to do. My freshman year I was pretty shy. I meet a lot of
> girls in class and at dorm parties, but I was really unsure how to ask
> them out, much less get them into bed.
>
> I was a virgin, with no prospect for a cure in sight.
>
> I lived in the dorm my freshman year, and my roommate, Marc, had
> no problems with girls. By the second month of the school year he had
> a regular girl friend, Charlene, and I frequently had to stay out of the
> dorm room until after midnight, so Marc and Charlene could use it.
> One Friday night Charlene came over with Mary, a girl I had not met
> before. They were going out to a club, and asked me if I wanted to
> come along. Some band I had never heard of was playing at the club,
> and since I had nothing better to do, I agreed to come along.
>
> Mary was an average looking girl, typical of most girls at the
> University. She actually had a very pretty smile and a good figure,
> but she dressed and fixed her hair in a plain looking way that meant
> you could walk past her on the street without noticing her. This was
> not a party school. You had to be in the top 12% of your high school
> graduating class to get into the university, so most of the students
> there had hit the books pretty hard in high school. There were very
> few girls that would turn heads on the street, but that was mostly
> because, either by choice or out of ignorance, they simply didn't put
> the time into perfecting a killer appearance. Quite frankly, the guys,
> myself included, were a pretty nerdy looking lot too. As I was soon to
> find out, however, many of these plain-Jane looking girls, were pretty
> fine looking without their clothes.
>
> The four of us spent the evening dancing and listening to the band at
> the club. Between sets there was a little time to talk, and I found out
> that Mary was from a small town on the other side of the state, and
> she was planning to study aerospace engineering. Like most of us, she
> was very unsure what she really wanted to do. Her childhood
> ambition had always been to be a schoolteacher, probably an
> elementary school teacher, but she had slowly realized that
> schoolteachers did not make much money. She had always liked math
> and science, and by her senior year in high school, she had decided to
> apply to engineering school, but now a few months into the school
> year she already had doubts about her choice. There were very few
> other women in the engineering school. She felt out of place, and had
> a hard time relating to the typical engineering students, but she really
> did not know what else to do. She was thinking of changing to the
> Literature, Science, and Arts (LSA) school and majoring in Physics or
> Math, but was unsure what kind of job you could get with one of
> those majors.
>
> Around 11 PM, Marc whispered to me he and Charlene were heading
> back to our dorm room, and suggested 12:30 or 1 AM might be a
> good time for me to get back. Mary said she would like to stay and
> hear the next set by the band, so I said I would stay and see her back
> to her dorm latter. Shortly after midnight, Mary and I left the club,
> walking back towards her dorm. On a corner we passed an all night
> convenience store, which had a magazine rack inside that prominently
> displayed copies of Playboy and Penthouse.
>
> Mary asked, "Do you subscribe to Playboy? Almost all the guys I
> know in the Engineering school do".
>
> "I don't subscribe to Playboy, but I have bought copies at the
> newsstand" I confessed. "All guys do, unless they're gay, or
> something".
>
> "Have you ever wondered why guys find naked women so interesting,
> while women are really not that interested in looking at naked men?
> Oh, girls are curious what guys look like, but a naked guy is just not
> the turn on that naked women are for men".
>
> "I guess I have never really thought much about that", I replied.
>
> "Look at the strip clubs," Mary continued. "They all show naked
> women. There are no male strip clubs anywhere in this state. Oh, I
> guess they have them out in L.A. or someplace like that, but even
> there, I bet there are 100 strip clubs showing naked women for every
> one club showing naked men".
>
> I wasn't sure what to think of this conversation. My heart was beating
> faster, but I had never discussed anything like this with a girl before.
> Did it mean that Mary liked me, and this was her way of arousing my
> interest? If so, it was working. Was she trying to get me back to her
> room? Did she have a roommate? Or was Mary so inexperienced with
> boys that she did not realize what signals she was sending out with
> this line of conversation?
>
> "Well, I have never been to a strip club," I replied. "I think you have
> to be 21 to get in."
>
> "But I bet you have seen naked girls in the flesh? You played strip
> poker or something like that in High School, right?"
>
> "Well,. er yeah," I lied. My head was spinning. I hadn't played strip
> poker since I was in 6th grade, and none of the girls in those games had
> reached puberty yet, but how had this subject come up. One minute I
> was walking this girl I had just meet back to her dorm room after a
> pleasant non-date evening at a club, talking about school and career
> prospects, and suddenly we are talking about strip clubs and now strip
> poker.
>
> Was Mary suggesting we go back to her dorm room and play strip
> poker? I was beginning to get a bulge in my pants and I was worried
> Mary might notice it. While the thought of playing strip poker with
> Mary back in her dorm room was intoxicating, little alarm bells were
> going off, warning me I was getting in over my head. This all seemed
> to be going way too fast. Maybe I should find a graceful way out of
> this.
>
> "Did you play strip poker in high school?" I asked, after a short pause.
> Then hated myself for not changing the subject of conversation.
>
> "No. Not with boys anyway," Mary answered. "I did play strip poker
> at Girl Scout Camp once. We all got in a big tent and played. You
> could quit anytime you wanted and leave the tent. Even though there
> were no boys around, most of the girls chickened out before they got
> naked. I was one of only 3 girls who stayed in the game until they got
> naked."
>
> "I guess I don't understand," I answered, my mind racing out of
> control. "At Boy Scout Camp we never played strip poker. It didn't
> make sense to play strip poker without girls. The guys all saw each
> other naked every day in the shower. What would be the thrill in
> playing strip poker with a bunch of guys you saw naked every day?"
>
> "Well, the girls showers at Girl Scout Camp where not like that",
> Mary continued. "Girls usually don't get naked even with other girls,
> but we weren't lesbians. I suppose we mostly were practicing to play
> with boys, but my girlfriends and I were always afraid to play with
> boys. There is nothing wrong with strip poker. I think it's interesting
> to see naked guys, and, while it would be embarrassing to end up
> naked in front of guys, it also would be exciting. The problem with
> strip poker is what happens after someone gets naked. The guys get
> sexually turned on, and thinks get out of control. I would have played
> strip poker with boys in high school, if I thought that after some
> people were naked, we would all put our clothes back on and go
> home. What happened in your strip poker games after people got
> naked?"
>
> Now she called my bluff. In the pre-adolescent strip poker games I
> played in, we did not really know what to do after we got naked.
> Usually, we did just put our clothes back on and go on to some other
> game. One time we made a girl take a pee before we would give her
> back her clothes, but this was out of anatomical curiosity because we
> really wanted to know how a girl took a pee, since she didn't have a
> penis, and not a sexual thing. I wasn't going to tell Mary about that,
> or
> she would think I was a sexual pervert, but what could I say.
>
> Finally I came up with "Well, actually, most of the time, the girls
> chickened out and quite before they got naked." I hoped that sounded
> believable.
>
> "Probably for the same reason I never played with boys in high
> school. Do you think it is possible for guys to play strip poker with
> girls and after somebody gets stripped, have everyone just put there
> clothes back on and leave?"
>
> "Well, I suppose. If everyone clearly understood that was what was
> going to happen before the game started.", I said. Then I added,
> "Why? Are you trying to organize a strip poker game?" I
> immediately felt stupid for asking this. What was I thinking?
>
> "Well, . not exactly." Mary replied. "But I know some girls who are
> trying to organize one, and I was thinking of playing in it."
>
> Now things were clearer. Mary wasn't inviting me back to her dorm
> room for a hot game of strip poker, she was feeling me out for this
> game that these other girls were trying to organize.
>
> "Only couples will be allowed to play in this game," Mary continued,
> "so I need to find a guy I trust to behave himself at the game and not
> rape me afterwards, if I want to play."
>
> This is why Mary had lead the conversation to strip poker. She was
> looking for a safe partner for this upcoming game, and she was asking
> me, I guess. "So you are asking me to be your partner for this game?"
>
> " Uuh.yeah, something like that," Mary flushed a little, embarrassed
> by my direct statement of her forwardness.
>
> At this point the two of us were a few steps from the front lobby of
> her dorm, and Mary stopped and faced me, obviously afraid to invite
> me into her dorm. I was trying to think what I should say. I found the
> idea of playing strip poker with Mary and some number of other girls
> very exciting, even if at the end we just all put our clothes back on
> and
> went our separate ways, but danger signals seem to be blinking all
> over the place. Was this some kind of a trap? Would the girls rig the
> poker game somehow so that only guys got stripped. Would there be
> a secret camera some place to record my embarrassment for latter
> blackmail purposes. All these thoughts flew through my head, as I
> stood outside Mary's dorm looking into her face, and trying not to
> stare down at the bulges pushing out the front of her T-shirt.
>
> "I might be interested," I finally said. "How exactly were these girls
> planning to play this game? What rules were they going to use?"
>
> "Sharon and Kristen have thought a lot about that. They have been
> trying to come up with a set of rules that make strip poker more
> interesting than just taking turns removing items of your clothes. They
> have written up a set of rules for the first game. I can get it for you
> to
> look at and make up your mind. I'll give you my phone number, and
> you can call me tomorrow after the game, and we can meet someplace
> where I can show you the written rules."
>
> Mary opened her purse, got out a card from some restaurant, and
> wrote her name and number on the back of it and handed it to me.
>
> "One last thing." Mary said. "Don't tell anyone about this game.
> Sharon and Kristen don't want a lot of strange people showing up.
> Only the people actually playing in the game are suppose to know
> about it. Promise?"
>
> "..uh, yeah," I replied while staring down at the card she had just
> handed me. Mary leaned forward and gave me a peck on the cheek,
> then turned quickly and in four steps vanished into the dorm.
>
> I slowly turned and started back towards my dorm. What would Mary
> look like without clothes? Who were Sharon and Kristen, the girls
> who were trying to organize this game? Were they also female
> engineering students? Actually writing down the rules to strip poker
> seemed a very nerdy think that an engineer might do.
>
> As I neared my own dorm, a new, frightening thought occurred to me.
> What about Marc and Charlene? Charlene obviously knew Mary.
> Were Marc and Charlene going to be part of this game? It was one
> thing to end up naked in front some strange girls you might never see
> again, but in front of your roommates girlfriend. That was different.
> Should I ask Marc about this tomorrow? Mary had said not to tell
> anyone about the game, so I better not asked Marc. He would
> probably just laugh at me anyway. Why would someone who was
> sleeping with Charlene two or three times a week want to play in a
> strip poker game anyway.
>
> When I got back to the room, Marc was gone. Either he was walking
> Charlene back to her dorm, or they had gone out somewhere late. I
> took a shower, and got into bed, I lay there turning everything over in
> my head. It just seemed too good to be true, which usually meant it
> was not true.
>
> I never heard Marc come back that night, but he was there, still
> sleeping, when I woke up the next morning. I had slept past breakfast,
> as I usually do on Saturday. I got dressed and grabbed a book to do a
> little studying before lunch. Since Marc was still asleep, I headed for
> the dorm lounge and found a vacant chair. At 11:30 I went back to the
> room. Marc was up and getting dressed for lunch.
>
> "You and Mary seemed to be hitting it off rather well last night. How
> did things go after we left." Marc asked.
>
> "Ok" I replied.
>
> "Charlene says that Mary is still a virgin."
>
> "Well, if she was a virgin yesterday, then she still is today," I glibly
> answered.
>
> "Well, did you at least get her number" Marc implored.
>
> "Yeah, I got her number," I replied, not volunteering how I had got
> her number and what I was suppose to call her about.
>
> We had to hurry down to lunch quickly, because everyone would be
> eating early so they could get to the football game by 1:30. After Marc
> and I gobbled down lunch, we stopped by Charlene's dorm to pick her
> up and then headed for the football stadium. Marc and I had taken
> turns to stand in line for tickets, not releasing that all freshman got
> lousy seats in the end zone. Our seats were together, and Charlene's
> was some place else, but nobody cared were your tickets really were
> in the student end zone section, so we always sat together since Marc
> and Charlene had began going out all the time.
>
> After we got to our seats, Charlene asked how Mary and I had hit if
> off.
>
> "Ok, I guess. I got her phone number," I said.
>
> "Well, that is a good start." Charlene said. "Mary is a really niece
> girl.
> I knew her in high school. She always had her head buried in books.
> Her parents really put a lot of pressure on her to do well in school and
> they would not let her go out with boys at all in high school. She
> needs to find some niece boy and learn what life is all about." It was
> clear what Charlene thought life was all about, and she and Marc were
> regularly practicing it in my dorm room.
>
> During the game I searched the freshman student section looking for
> Mary's face, but I could not find it. That didn't mean she wasn't there.
> The stadium was big, and there were 12,000 freshman at the school,
> so it was easy to miss her.
>
> After the game, I headed back to my dorm room. Marc and Charlene
> had something else to do. When I got back to the room, I got out
> Mary's card and stared at her number. Should I really call her or just
> forget it. I hesitated. Maybe she wasn't back from the game yet.
> Maybe she hated football, and did not even go the game. Maybe she
> woke up in the morning and realized she said foolish things last night,
> and would refuse to talk to me. Now I was trying to talk myself out of
> calling her. Go ahead, just get it over with. The worst that can happen
> is she will tell you to get lost and so you'll never need to see her
> again.
>
> I dialed the number. The phone rang once. Mary answered saying
> "Hello".
>
> This was it. "Hi. This is Larry. We meet last night". Boy was that
> lame.
>
> "Oh. Good" Mary sounded happy he called, and my heart skipped a
> beat. "I was afraid you would never call after the things I said last
> night." Did that mean she changed her mind about what she had said?
> "Are you still interested in seeing the rules?"
>
> "Yeah", I said.
>
> "Ok. I can only show you a copy of the rules, I cannot let you keep it.
> Sharon and Kristen made me promise not to let you keep a copy of it,
> because they do not want copies of it floating around. Part of keeping
> the game a secret. You understand?"
>
> "I think so?"
>
> "Good. Where would you like to meet."
>
> I tried to think. Most of the coffee shops and other places in town
> would be crowded now with the after game crowd, so it would be hard
> to get enough privacy to feel comfortable. On the other hand the
> campus would be completely deserted, and it would still be light for
> another 2 hours at least.
>
> "There are some benches in front of the Stiles building. Do you know
> where those are?" I asked.
>
> "Yes, I think I know the ones you mean", Mary replied.
>
> "Ok, let's meet there. There shouldn't be anyone around now", I said.
>
> "See you there in 15 minutes", Mary said, sounding happy as she
> hung up the phone.
>
> Well, now you've done it, I thought. There was still time to back out.
> There was always time to back out. It certainly would do no harm to
> go and look at this Sharon and Kristen's written rules for strip poker.
> I
> could always back out of it later.
>
> When I got to the Stiles building, Mary waved to me from the bench.
> Her dorm was a little closer, and she had gotten there first. As I
> predicted, the whole campus was dead. We were almost the only
> people around.
>
> Mary had type written sheets of paper with her. This surprised me
> even more. Sharon and Kristen had actually typed up the rules for
> strip poker.
>
> I sat down on the bench next to Mary and she handed me two sheets
> of paper. The document was titled Pure Strip Poker. The rules looked
> very detailed. These girls had tried to think of everything. I started
> to
> read the rules. The rules were:
>
> 1. This is strictly a game of strip poker. There is to be no touching,
> no
> kissing and no type of sex acts, either real or simulated, as part of
> the game.
> 2. The game ends when the first player loses all their clothes and all
> their chips, or as specified in rule 14. If more than one player loses
> all their clothes and chips or as specified in rule 14, in the same
> hand, then they are all losers.
> 3. The game is standard five card draw poker. The minimum hand to
> open the first round of betting is a pair of jacks.
> 4. If six or fewer players are in the game, one deck of cards will be
> used. If 7 to 12 players are in the game, two decks will be used. If
> 13-18 players are in the game, then three decks will be used.
> 5. In all cases the maximum number of cards you can draw is 3. This
> was so there will always be enough cards in the deck for everyone
> to draw up to 3 cards.
> 6. Each person is given 5 chips at the beginning of the game.
> 7. The ante for each hand is one chip.
> 8. In the round of betting before the draw, the opening bet can only
> be one chip, and no raises are allowed. You must have a pair of
> jacks to open, but anyone may see the opening bet.
> 9. The betting round after the draw begins with whoever opened in
> the first round, and the raises must be between 1 and 5 chips.
> 10. If you do not have any chips left, you must take off a piece of
> clothes and sell it to the bank for 5 more chips. You must take off
> the piece of clothes before you get your five chips.
> 11. If you win a hand, you may buy clothes back from the bank, but at
> a price of 7 chips. You may only put the clothes back on, provided
> you have on the piece of clothes that would be taken off after the
> piece you bought back. In other words, the clothes must go back on
> in the reverse order they came off.
> 12. At the end of the hand, everyone must show their hand, and the
> person with the lowest hand must give one piece of clothing to the
> person with the highest hand, regardless of who won the pot.
> 13. The piece of clothing given by the winner to the loser must be one
> of the winners pieces of clothes that the loser had previously won
> or one of the loser's own pieces of clothes. It can not be a piece of
> clothes from any third party, and it can not be a piece of clothes
> bought back from the bank at the end of the hand.
> 14. If the loser does not have any clothes left and does not have any of
> the winners clothes, the game ends and they are the loser.
> 15. If no one opens the first betting round, then everyone must show
> their hand and person with the lowest hand give the person with
> the highest hand a piece of clothes as outline in rules 12-14. After
> this everyone must ante one more chip into the pot and a new hand
> is dealt.
> 16. If you lose all your clothes, you are still in the game, as long as
> you have chips left.
> 17. You are required to wear 6 pieces of clothes. For guys these are
> shoes, socks, shirt, pants, undershirt and underpants, in that order
> For girls these are shoes, socks or panty hose, shirt or blouse, skirt
> or pants, bra, and panties, in that order. Girls may also wear a dress
> and a half-slip.
> 18. When you take off your underwear, you are required to stand up
> while you take it off. You may sit down immediately after you get
> it off.
> 19. You are not allowed to cover anything up with your hands or arms.
> You may position your legs to cover up areas below your waist.
> 20. When the game ends, the loser or losers (see rules 2 & 14) are
> required to standup, totally nude, with their hands at their side and
> let people examine them as closely as they liked for up to ten
> minutes. The losers must also perform reasonable requests by the
> other players. Reasonable requests include bending over, spreading
> legs, sitting or laying down with legs spread, dancing etc. Note rule
> 1. Winners may never touch the loser or ask the loser to perform or
> simulate sex acts.
> 21. No players may put on any clothes they have lost during the game,
> until the ten minute penalty period is over.
> 22. All players are required to stay in the game until the game is over.
> If you quite before the game is over, you will not get any of the
> clothes you have lost back, and you may never play in any future
> games
>
> These rules were very different than any strip poker game I had heard
> of. How did these rules change the game? Well, obviously, only one
> person was stripped completely naked in this game. This game was a
> real poker game with betting. All the strip poker games I had been in
> your just drew cards, and the low card had to take off a piece of
> clothes. I had never heard of playing poker with more than one deck
> of cards. How did this change the game? In fact I had hardly ever
> played real poker.
>
> I asked Mary "How many people are you expecting to play in this
> game?".
>
> "Well, there are seven or eight girls looking for partners, so it could
> be as many as 16 maximum, but we are only expecting around 10 for
> this first game." Mary replied.
>
> "What about Marc and Charlene? Will they be one of the players?" I
> asked.
>
> "No", Mary replied. "I have never mentioned the game to Charlene. I
> doubt that she would be interested."
>
> "Then Sharon and Kristen are not also from your high school?" I
> asked.
>
> "No. I had never met them before I came to school here. I meet
> Sharon and Kristen through Betty, who may play in the game, if she
> finds a partner. Betty is the only other female freshman engineering
> student I have met."
>
> "What about Sharon and Kristen? Are they engineering students too?"
> I asked.
>
> "Sharon is, but Kristen is in the nursing school. They have a big
> apartment off campus", Mary said. That also meant they were
> probably not freshman, because freshman usually lived in the dorm.
>
> "These rules look weird. Has anyone ever tried to play this game to
> see if it really works?" I asked.
>
> "Oh yes," Mary immediately answered. "Eight of us girls played a
> week ago, using exactly these rules. They worked very well, just the
> way we wanted them to work. We did not want to play the game were
> the lowest hand takes off a piece of clothes, since that takes all the
> betting and skill out of the game, and makes it just a game of chance.
> You might as well just be drawing cards, the way little kids play."
>
> This was the only way I had ever played.
>
> "On the other hand," Mary continued, "if you just do the betting part
> with 5 chips per piece of clothes, then no one wants to bet. The best
> strategy seems to be to fold every hand and lose your ante. You will
> not win this way, but the person who bets and loses, will be the first
> one out."
>
> Mary or Sharon or someone else had really thought this game through
> like an engineer.
>
> "When you add the element of the lowest hand also losing one piece
> of clothes each hand, this makes it important not to fold before the
> draw. If you just fold every hand before the draw and lose you ante,
> you lose one chip every hand, which means with 6 pieces of clothes,
> you will last 30 hands. There a good chance someone else will go out
> long before then, but you will also have the lowest hand much more
> frequently then people who stay in though the draw. In a 6 handed
> game, you should lose every 6 hands, but you might lose every 3
> hands instead. This means you would actually be out after, oh .. say
> 12 hands or so. From our games the best strategy seems to be to stay
> in through the draw on every hand, then bet after the draw, if you are
> reasonably certain you have the best hand. You probably only need to
> win one hand to make sure you will not be the first person out of the
> game."
>
> I got the impression Mary had a lot to do with these rules. How had
> this group of girls gotten started on the idea of this game? Strip
> poker
> was always a sort of spur of the moment game which nobody ever
> really analyzed. There was no strategy to strip poker. It was just a way
> to get everyone, or almost everyone, to take their clothes off. This
> was a different game. Only one person was suppose to end up
> completely naked, although several others could be close. The
> "winners" would have most of their clothes. This was a lot more
> challenging game than the regular old strip poker I had played. There
> was an advantage to being the winner in this game. The childhood
> games had frequently been played until everyone was stripped. This
> game would be different.
>
> After a brief pause, Mary said, "Well, what do you think of these
> rules? Are you interested in playing or do you want to think about it a
> bit more?"
>
> I was trying to think. If I lost, I would get stripped in front of five
> to
> eight girls I didn't know. The odds seem to be about 50% of seeing
> Mary or one of the other girls, stripped naked, 10% of getting stripped
> naked myself. The remaining 40% of the time some other guy in the
> game would end up stripped. Those odds sounded good to me.
>
> "Ok. I'll be your partner in this game?" I heard myself say. "When
> and were is the game?"
>
> "Good," Mary smiled. "The game will be next Friday night at Sharon
> and Kristen's apartment."
>
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Apuleius of Madaura
>How did I get on your E-Mail list?
What email list? This is a newsgroup.
>I did not solicit nor do I want any of the
>trash that has been sent to me by MikeCA <mik...@hotmail.com> or
>alt.sex.stories.d.
What MikeCA sends you is a matter between yourself and he. Alt.sex.stories.d
doesn't "send" you anything - it's a newsgroup.
>Please cancel all of the garbage either of you or your
>group?
Is this a question or an order?
>I have tried to delete them from my computer and my e-mail section and
>have not been able to do so. I want this done as soon as possible.
How are we supposed to delete things from *your* computer?
Oh, and next time, don't quote the entire story after your little rant.
Clueless.
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Apuleius