Finding Bathsheba: Book 2
Chapter 3

Copyright© 2010 by Jonas

Drama Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Jack, Abigail and Allison have faced an uphill battle, but as they embark on the next phase of their lives, will things be any easier? Jack must look to establish his family out west, even while their family and friends face drama--and danger--back home.

Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/ft   ft/ft   Fa/ft   Mult   Consensual   Romantic   Rape   Drunk/Drugged   Lesbian   BiSexual   Incest   Sister   InLaws   Spanking   Rough   Gang Bang   Polygamy/Polyamory   Interracial   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Sex Toys   Cream Pie   Voyeurism   Slow   Violence  

Abigail set her pen on the open notebook in front of her and stretched. She looked down at her scribbled notes—seven pages worth—and sighed. Her fingers hurt. Her head hurt. Her back ached. Even her eyes complained of overuse. Her mind wasn't in much better shape, having been saturated in the first half of her first day with more information about Overlake than it could handle.

'That's what I get for not moving for two hours, ' she thought, as she held her stretch for a few moments longer.

"How are things?"

Abigail looked up at the woman standing in the doorway to her office. Fran Crosby, Abigail's boss, stood stiffly, an uncomfortable smile on her face.

Abigail returned the smile with a warm one of her own. "Fine, thank you. I've been reviewing all the files and documentation and making notes to myself."

Fran nodded. "Well, I'm taking you to lunch. When we return, we'll be meeting with others on the team to discuss your role here, and where things stand as of today. I'll meet you at my office in five minutes."

Fran nodded again, and disappeared into the hallway. Abigail couldn't help but chuckle. Fran was even more uptight than Abigail remembered from her interview. She was so formal in her manner that casual interaction appeared almost painful.

Abigail glanced at the clock on her computer screen and quickly gathered her things. She made it to Fran's office door just as the older woman stepped out.

"Good. Punctual. Very good."

Though Fran spoke out loud, she seemed to be talking to herself. Abigail decided not to comment, and wordlessly followed Fran down the hall. Once in the elevator, Abigail tried to start a conversation.

"So, how long have you been working at Overlake?" she asked, trying to keep her voice friendly.

"Twenty-two years," Fran replied, without glancing at Abigail.

When it was apparent that Fran wasn't going to elaborate, Abigail trudged on.

"Really? Have you always worked in Quality Assurance?"

The elevator doors opened and Fran quickly stepped out. "No. I began in Accounting."

Abigail followed, and waited for another long moment before continuing. "I see. Um, how did you make the move to Quality Assurance?"

"The hospital went through a series of self-initiated independent audits 19 years ago. These were audits of programs, personnel, facilities, etc. Since I worked closely with our financial audits, it seemed to be a logical move."

"And you've been there ever since?"

"Yes."

They stepped out of the elevator and continued down the corridor. Abigail felt exasperated. Pulling conversation out of Fran was like pulling teeth. Her recollections of Fran from their brief interactions were that she was a bit stuffy, but still friendly. There was more to it, though. Her answers to Abigail's questions seemed rehearsed, like she was giving a deposition. Abigail decided to try a different angle.

"So, do you have family around here?"

Fran's steady stride seemed to falter a bit, as if the unexpected question threw off the script. She glanced at Abigail, and the younger woman could see discomfort in Fran's eyes. Fran didn't respond for the longest time, and Abigail surmised that questions about life outside of work were a taboo subject.

"Most of my family lives in New England."

She glanced at Abigail again, but this time Abigail saw something different in her eyes. There was just a hint of emotion there, but which one, Abigail couldn't tell for sure. Sadness, maybe? Before Abigail could follow up the question, they walked through the doors of the hospital and out into the beautiful, sunny day. Abigail almost purred as a cool breeze caressed her face. She was going to LOVE Seattle summers.

"Abigail, why don't you tell me again about some of your ideas?"

Abigail had always been a very astute person, especially regarding people's emotions. She found it easy to discern someone's sincerity and integrity. That often helped her 'read between the lines, ' as it were, and now was no different. Behind her staid demeanor, behind her aloofness, Fran Crosby was hiding a well of emotion. Abigail could see it in her eyes. She wondered if Fran's whole demeanor was just a front put in place to deflect unwanted probing into things more personal.

Abigail was determined to break through the wall Fran had placed around herself. She wouldn't be nosy, but for Abigail, casual comfort between the two would be essential if they were to have a productive working relationship. She would have to handle the situation with care.

She smiled at Fran. "Sure, I'd love to tell you what I have in mind."


Allison came up the steps to the apartment just as Jack was coming down, a full bag of garbage in his hands.

"Hey, Sexy," she said, as she wiped sweat from her face with the hem of her t-shirt.

"Hey, Smelly," Jack responded. He goosed her now-exposed stomach, causing her to giggle and jump away from him.

She needn't have worried, since he disappeared down the stairs and around the corner.

She shook her head and went into the apartment, anxious to strip out of her sweaty running clothes and take a shower. Analise's bedroom door was closed and she could hear her sister talking on the phone. Allison's playful mood sank. Hearing Analise's voice, knowing she was living in the same apartment as her, brought all kinds of unpleasant emotions to the surface.

She moved as quickly as she could to the master bedroom and closed the door. Once in the safety of her room, she sighed in relief. The faster Analise found a place to live, the happier Allison would be. She didn't want to live her life in fear or depression because that woman was living with them.

She heard talking coming from living room. Jack's deep voice mingled with Analise's. Allison felt the irritation swell inside her. She didn't want to put her life on hold because Analise was there. She wanted to make the most of her new life with Abigail and Jack, regardless of Analise's presence. Besides, if Allison was being honest with herself, it would give her at least a little satisfaction knowing she could punish Analise a little, waving her own happiness in front of her sister. She cracked her bedroom door.

"Jack? Come here, please."

A moment later, the door swung open wider and Jack stepped inside. Allison closed the door behind him, looking first into the living room to see Analise looking back. She locked the door as soon as it latched shut.

"What's up, Babe?" Jack asked.

Allison didn't say a word, instead attacking his mouth with hers as she fumbled with his clothes. Jack stiffened in surprise, but quickly got into the spirit of things. His hands made quick work of Allison's sweaty clothes.

Once they were naked, while their hands explored and groped, Allison broke their kiss.

"Take a shower with me," she panted into Jack's ear, "and then make love to me."

Jack chuckled. "Does exercise always make you horny?"

Allison grabbed Jack's hand and tugged him towards the bathroom door. "I guess so."

"Then I can't wait for soccer season to start. Practice every day, games a couple of times a week..."

Allison opened the shower door and pulled Jack in behind her. They resumed their heated foreplay before the door even swung shut behind them. Allison leaned against the wall and wrapped her arms around Jack's head as he trailed his kisses down her neck and chest.

"Mmm. Salty," he said, then latched his lips firmly to her nipple. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly. Then she blindly fumbled to turn the water on.

"Shit!" Jack hissed, when the water hit him. "Cold!"

Allison laughed, then gasped when he bit her nipple. A pleasurable pain flashed through her.

"Sorry," she said, as the water quickly heated up.

"Sure you are." He quickly bit her other nipple, and she squeaked in pleasant surprise.

Jack turned Allison around so her front was directly in the flow, then pulled her back to lean against him. The water beat a staccato path down her tight tummy as Jack shifted his young lover to where he wanted her. She gasped as the water pummeled her squarely on her pubic mound.

"Oh, that's nice," she purred.

Jack's continued his exploration of Allison's youthful body. One hand massaged and tweaked her breast and nipple, tugging and pulling at the pliant flesh. The other slid down her slick stomach, over her mound and around the curve between her legs. His thick fingers insinuated themselves in her velvety folds, causing her to suck in her breath, then release it in a slow hiss.

When Jack palmed her clit, mashing it against her pubic bone, Allison jerked.

"Oh, FUCK!" she practically shouted.

Jack chuckled and began a slow circular rubbing.

"Do you WANT Analise to hear?" he asked.

"Who cares? Just keep doing what you're doing."

In truth, she was being more vocal than normal. She wanted to torment her sister, wanted Analise to know that her sex life was wonderfully normal in SPITE of the things that Analise had done to her.

Jack slid his second hand down to the join the first. With one hand he split her lips, pulling them obscenely apart while he continued to rub her clit with the other. The combination of Jack's steady rubbing and the beat of the water on her now exposed inner folds quickly spiked Allison's arousal.

"My God, Jack. That feels so good!" Again, she spoke loudly, much more vocal than she normally was during sex.

He sped up his ministrations, rubbing her with a firm, steady, rhythm. She felt her peak fast approaching, her body quivering in anticipation of a joyous release. Just as she began to tense herself for her orgasm, Jack stopped his rubbing and cupped her mound, protecting her clit and sensitive folds from the assault of the shower. Allison whimpered in frustration.

"Dammit. I was so close."

Jack sucked on her earlobe. "I know," he whispered.

When he bit down, a sharp sting made Allison wince, and Jack moved his hands again, slowly resuming his previous actions. He stretched her lips even wider, until she felt just a hint of discomfort, discomfort that was quickly erased by the thrumming of the water on her pussy. Wonderful heat radiated through her as the tension inside her body slowly rose again. As she approached her peak, her whole body began to vibrate. Jack took to biting her on her neck and shoulder, which spread agonizing pleasure all through her, tightening her nipples and drawing a continuous moan from her lips. The thrill of her orgasm was almost here. She moaned louder, nearly overcome with her need to climax. Her voice surely carried through the thin walls of their bathroom. Her muscles went rigid again as she reached ecstasy.

Then he stopped and cupped her pussy again.

"Aaargh!" she screamed, tears of frustration welling in her eyes. Her body shuddered with urgent need.

"Oh, please, Baby," she whined. "I need to come. Don't tease me like this."

Jack bit down on her earlobe again. "You want Analise to hear you?" he breathed into her ear. "Then let's make it good."

He kept his mouth right against her ear, the moist heat of his breath somehow different than the wet heat that filled the shower. Without further words, Jack split her labia again and attacked her clit with renewed gusto, rubbing as fast as his hand could go.

Allison wailed as the overwhelming sensations slammed into her, her body quaking under the onslaught. She rocketed up the peak and launched right over the top. As her orgasm tore through her, Jack stuffed his fingers deeply into her cunt.

"Fuuuuuck meeee," she sobbed loudly, her body convulsing and thrashing in his arms. Flashes of light shot off like fireworks behind her eyelids. Jack's hand fucked her hard while the other was a blur over her clit, keeping her riding the wave of pleasure until Allison thought she would pass out.

Jack slowed his hands and the wave began to ebb. Soon the rush of blood cleared her head. She heard Jack chuckling again.

"Nice show. Now, I'd really like to fuck you, but after that, I'm afraid the cops will bust down the door if I do."

Jack was teasing, but Allison could hear the rebuke in his voice. She suddenly felt ashamed and blushed as she turned in his arms.

"Um, sorry," she said, contritely.

"You don't need to apologize to me. Maybe to Analise..."

The mention of her sister quickly erased her shame. Allison stopped his words with a hard kiss, afraid that talking about her sister would ruin the mood. As she kissed her lover, she wrapped one leg around his waist and ground her body against his hardness.

"Fuck me now," she husked. "I promise to be a good girl and stay quiet."

Jack made an exaggerated expression as he pretended to think about it for a few moments. "Oh, all right. I GUESS I can make the sacrifice."

Before she could retort, his lips consumed hers. He cupped the firm globes of her ass, holding her in place as he bent his knees so his cock could slide over her neatly trimmed mound and between her spread legs. Allison wormed her hand between them, found his cock and swirled it into position. As soon as the head nudged her creamy lips apart, Jack impaled her. Electricity coursed through her hyper-sensitive pussy.

"Ungh," she grunted quietly.

Jack returned her grunt and began a steady motion, cycling his hips repeatedly. Allison loved how he stretched her. She felt almost as tight as the first time they made love, especially since she so recently climaxed. His thick cock shoved the walls of her pussy aside and reached into her so deeply. Their standing position kept his strokes short, but pleasingly deep. She began to ascend to her peak again.

She pushed herself down onto him as he drove into her, the wet sounds of their slippery bodies adding to the stimulation. After too short a time, at least in her opinion, Jack was ready.

"I'm gonna come," he grunted in her ear. "Shit..."

She squeezed her hand in between their bodies and began to frantically rub her swollen bud. Then she shoved down, smacking his pelvis hard with hers, and felt the burst of heat fill her belly. More grunts and hard thrusts, more heat in her belly, and she crested again, a small, sweet climax racing through her. He continued to thrust into her as they descended, stirring their combined come inside her. She could feel the come oozing out around their union, only to be stroked back into her body or washed away by the cascading water.

Then they were still, the only sounds those of the falling water and their heavy breathing.

"My God, Woman," Jack panted. "What got into you?"

Allison giggled, "You, silly boy. YOU got into me."

Jack groaned at her joke, but then turned serious. "I'm learning a few things about you, Little Missy."

Allison's muscles felt like mush, and a hum of contentment flooded her body. "Mmm? And what's that?"

"Me thinks you like a little pain with your pleasure, and me thinks you are a bit of an exhibitionist."

Allison blushed in embarrassment, but immediately knew he was right. The bite play and his rough hands only heightened her arousal. Then there was the denial of her orgasm, which frustrated and aroused her beyond what she experienced before. Knowing that Analise was right outside, and could clearly hear her, was icing on the cake.

"Does that make me a sick, demented person?" she asked, shyly.

Jack dotted sweet, tender kisses on her cheeks and chin. "I don't think so. Besides, I kind of like it." He gave her a sweet kiss on her lips. "Now, come on, Woman. Clean us up so we don't turn into prunes."


Sharon heard the front door open and close, and then heavy footsteps slowly head towards the bedrooms. Her heart began to thump in her chest. She looked over the dining room table, elegantly set for two, using her best silver and china. She repositioned the wine glass next to Ted's plate, and nervously smoothed her skirt. She felt almost like a newlywed, anxiously awaiting her new groom's arrival for their first candlelight dinner as a married couple. However, instead of an excited nervousness, hers was an anxious nervousness, afraid that her attempt at adding romance back into her marriage would fail.

She didn't call out to Ted. She didn't need to. Their routine was etched in stone. If they had no other engagements for the evening, Sharon would have dinner ready for Ted when he arrived home. She could picture him flipping through the mail on his slow walk to their room. He would loosen his tie on his journey, drop the mail on the table just inside the bedroom door, and then shed his suit jacket as soon as he stepped into their walk-in closet. He'd meticulously return both tie and jacket to their places in the closet before sitting to remove his dress shoes. After slipping on his comfortable loafers, he'd undo the collar button of his shirt and grab up the mail again on his way out of the room. Another slow trek down the hall and across the living room, then he'd descend the stairs. If Sharon was in the dining room waiting, he'd smile at her and ask how her day was. She'd respond 'It was fine, Dear' and he'd move on towards his office, telling her dinner smelled nice. If she was not already in the dining room waiting, he'd continue past into the kitchen, where the same conversation would take place, except he'd kiss her cheek and deposit the junk mail in the trash, before heading to his office for a quick check of his voicemail, and then he'd return for dinner.

It was unvarying.

"Hello, Dear. How was your day?"

Ted's voice, still commanding after all these years, drew her attention to the present. He was standing in the entrance to the dining room, scanning through a letter. He was a handsome man, especially with his shirt collar unbuttoned as it was, that gave him a sense of casual confidence. It wasn't hard for her to remember why he made her heart flutter so much all those years ago.

He made no indication that he noticed the elegantly adorned table and soft candlelight between them. Sharon wanted to say something to break the monotonous routine, something poignant, maybe even romantic, but words failed her. So she answered his question simply.

"It was fine, Dear."

"That's good," he replied, automatically. He glanced at her as he resumed his path past the room's entrance, but froze when the scene before him registered. "What's this?"

Sharon couldn't tell from his tone of voice whether he was surprised, pleased, irritated, or angry. One could rarely tell by Ted's voice what emotion boiled under the surface. He was so ... even, except with Jack. Jack broke through Ted's stoic demeanor like no one ever had before.

"I ... I thought it might be nice to have a dinner, just the two of us," she said anxiously. "A, um, well, romantic dinner."

He regarded her for several long moments, his expression never changing. Finally, he smiled, though the smile didn't reach his eyes. His smiles rarely reached his eyes.

"Yes. Lovely idea, Dear. I need to take care of a matter of business in my office, and then I'll join you. I'll only be a short while."

"Of course. I'll ... I'll prepare the salads while you are busy."

He nodded and moved past the doorway. A few seconds later, Sharon heard his office door close, a sure sign that he didn't want to be disturbed.

She quickly moved to the kitchen and prepared the salads, a wonderfully colorful garden salad with a full complement of fresh vegetables. She grabbed the cruet of her homemade vinaigrette and returned to the dining room to wait.

Forty-five minutes later, she wiped a tear from her cheek, took the salad bowls back to the kitchen, placed the salad back in the large salad bowl in the refrigerator, scooped the stuffed blackened chicken into a Tupperware container, dumped the now overcooked asparagus into the garbage, loaded the dishwasher, and silently made her way upstairs to work on some time-wasting project or another.

Three hours after that, long after Ben returned home from his friend's, and Brad from wherever he spent his time, a heartbroken Sharon went to bed alone.


Allison sat on the steps below their apartment, letting the warm sun bathe her face. She listened to the quiet sounds of residential life around her and watched the disheveled branches of the tall firs sway slightly in the breeze. She was feeling particularly content at the moment.

Life was good. Analise had now been with them for three weeks, and Allison was beginning to be more and more comfortable around her. She couldn't help but marvel at the change in her sister's attitude. Abigail and Jack noticed the changes first, and commented on it several times as the trio lay together in bed. Perhaps Allison's strong emotions towards Analise kept her from seeing the contrite woman Analise had become. As her scarred emotions began to soothe, however, she was able to see things much more objectively. Analise's actions over the past year had come back to haunt her, and she was a different woman because of that.

It was also clear to Allison that Analise yearned for acceptance and forgiveness from her sisters and brother-in-law. While no direct "we forgive you" statements had been made, it was clear from their actions that Abigail and Jack had done just that. They went out of their way to include Analise in many of the activities they engaged in, from shopping to daytrips. They had waited for Allison to give her approval before including Analise so much, and now Allison found herself beginning to look at Analise with more compassion than before.

Still, on days like today, when Abigail was at work and Jack was on campus, Allison felt uncomfortable being alone inside with Analise. Analise seemed to recognize that, and would often "run errands" so the two sisters wouldn't be alone together, an act for which Allison was grateful. Today, however, Analise was starting her new job at the Dressbarn, so she remained home to get ready. That was why Allison found herself outside enjoying the fresh air until Jack returned home.

"Allison?"

Allison looked back over her shoulder to see Analise slowly coming down the steps, carrying Josh in her arm.

"Jack called. He's stuck in traffic on the floating bridge and can't get here to babysit for me." The older sister seemed to fidget. "I, um ... will you watch Josh for me until Jack gets here?"

Allison looked at the bundle in Analise's arms. She realized that other than transporting the baby boy from point A to point B, she had had little to do with her sister's baby. It wasn't that she didn't love babies, she absolutely adored them. It was more like getting close to the baby was like forgiving Analise.

"Allison?"

"Yeah, sure. I can do it." Allison tried to smile.

"Oh, thank you!" Analise handed Allison the swaddled baby and the extra blanket she had on her shoulder. "I've pumped and filled bottles that I've placed in the 'fridge. Diapers are in—"

"I know where everything is."

Allison looked at the tiny face peeking out from the blanket cocoon in her arms, unsure of how to react. She looked back at Analise. Analise nervously played with the strap of her purse.

"Right. Um, he has a bit of a diaper rash, so you'll need to put Desitin on him before you put a new diaper on. Make sure to dry—"

"Analise, please!" Allison snapped, then in a softer tone, said, "I've taken care of lots of babies. He'll be fine. Go on to work."

Analise smiled and looked like she wanted to reach over and touch Allison. She gently caressed Josh's face instead.

"Of course, Allie. Thank you so much."

The older girl hesitated another second, and then continued down the stairs past Allison, and out of sight. Allison barely heard the car drive away as she gazed down at the beautiful face of her nephew. She'd never taken the time to really hold and examine him. He really was beautiful. His eyes were shut tight, wrinkling the light brown skin of his eyelids, and his little pink lips were pursed, like he was desperately trying to remember something important. Of course, the family still measured his age in weeks, so there wasn't that much for him to remember.

He started to fidget in her arms, so she cooed and shushed him until he settled back to sleep. A crashing sound from across the complex drew her attention. Curious, she went the rest of the way down the steps and walked along the sidewalk in front of their building. Their three-story building was shaped like an 'L', with two apartments in each section on each floor. Allison's apartment was on the second story at the top of the 'L'. The apartments in a section were mirror images of each other, with windows on two sides. In order for that to work, the two sections of the building were not adjoined, but were actually connected by a breezeway. That meant the windows on the side of the apartment next to Allison's opened to the breezeway, and the front windows and front door of one apartment at the lower half of the 'L' also opened to the breezeway.

As Allison approached the breezeway, more clanks and crashes could be heard from within. She peered around the corner. A boy, not much older than 11 or 12, was kicking at an overturned bicycle and muttering under his breath.

"Are you OK?" she asked.

The boy jumped and whirled towards her, surprise evident on his dirty face. When he saw who it was, his shoulders slumped and he turned away.

"I'm fine."

Allison glanced at the bike by his feet. The front wheel was horribly bent, with several spokes broken and sticking out at odd angles. She noticed that the butt of the boy's sagging pants were scuffed with dirt. The collar of his t shirt was torn a good three or four inches down his shoulder.

"Are you sure?"

He sighed. "I'm fine."

"Oookay," Allison said, unconvinced. "I, um, I'm Allison."

He turned again to look at her, and Allison saw his cut lip for the first time.

"Hi," he said quietly.

"Do you have a name?"

"Tanner."

"Well, hello Tanner. Which apartment do you live in?"

"The one right below you."

"Oh. How do you know which apartment I live in? I've not seen you before."

"I watched you move in from my bedroom window."

"Well, why didn't you come out and say hi?"

Tanner shrugged, but said nothing. He glanced back at his bike and sighed again.

"What happened?" Allison kept her voice soft and friendly.

"Nothing. I wrecked, that's all." While he spoke to Allison, he kept his eyes cast down. "Listen, I have to go. I ... I have chores I have to do."

Before Allison could respond, he quickly walked past her and towards his apartment. Allison watched him until he disappeared inside.

Josh whimpered a bit, and Allison looked at him. His eyes were open and seemed to pierce right into her soul. She couldn't help but smile. Just as she thought, all she had to do was give the baby a chance and she was won over.

"Let's go watch some TV, little guy," she said, as she headed back to her apartment.


Brianna sat quietly with her feet dangling in the cool water of Merrigan's pool. It was a typical mid-summer day: scorching heat, high humidity, and hazy skies. Streams of perspiration worked their way down her neck until they met the fabric of her bikini top, where they darkened the Lycra. Brianna felt like she'd been swimming already, even though she and Merrigan had only been out sunning themselves.

Brianna looked sideways at her friend, who was lying on her stomach with her face turned towards Brianna. Brianna's heart rate sped up, as usual. She couldn't look at Merrigan without feeling all funny inside. She tried her best to mask her feelings. They were wrong, of course, and immoral. But why didn't she think of Allison and Abigail as being immoral? No, there had to be more to her trepidation than that. Other than the intimate kiss she shared with Merrigan on the day Allison left, their touches, looks, and conversations had only been that of good, maybe even best, friends. Maybe she was afraid that Merrigan would be repulsed to know of Brianna's affections. Or was she afraid Merrigan would RETURN that affection?

"So what's up with you and Philip Hathaway?" Merrigan suddenly asked, from the comfort of her lounger.

"What do you mean?"

"Three times in the last two weeks, Bri, I called you and your mom said you were out with Philip."

Brianna tried to read the tone of Merrigan's voice, but it seemed more conversational than anything else.

Brianna shrugged. "He wants to have a big rally during the first week of school to try to recruit more members for SADD, so we've been working on a plan."

Merrigan looked at Brianna for a long time, as if she was trying to discern the sincerity of Brianna's words. Then she smiled and closed her eyes.

"He's cute. You should definitely go for him."

The last month and a half since Allison's departure had been a time of reflection for Brianna. She was still appalled that her attractions went against everything she felt was morally acceptable. However, she was coming to grips with the fact that she was attracted, at least somewhat, to females. Did that make her a lesbian? Bi-sexual? Was there a label for what she was? She couldn't think of any guys who had the same effect on her as Merrigan and Allison did, with the possible exception of Jack, though she began to wonder if that was more hero worship than anything.

 
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