THE TWO FACES OF DEE	Pat Wilson Dee tossed her suit jacket on the bed, and dropped her skirt to the floor. Thinking about a warm bath, she pulled the slip over her head and unhooked her bra. Dee sat on the bed and took off her artificial leg. All week long Dee was a diligent working girl.  The office was nice and her responsibilities challenging enough to be rewarding. She dressed and acted 'mature,'always wore her artificial leg, and was not flashy. But, come Friday night, Dee was ready for some uninhibited fun.Dee massaged the bare stump of her amputated right leg for a moment, then slipped off the shoe and nylon from her remaining leg, stood balanced on the single leg, and slid down her panties. Hopping to the bathroom to draw the tub, she smiled at her bobbing breasts.  As she settled into the warm water, Dee felt the tension begin to retreat, followed by an increasing anticipation of her upcoming change of mode.Wearing 'sensible' clothes during the week was O.K.  The conser-vative suits and dresses and the unremarkable shoes went well with her position. Dee never appeared at her office on crutches, invariably wearing her artificial leg. It was adequately comfort-able and projected the proper image, and it was just easier than crutches.  But along about Thursday, Dee began to think about and anticipate the weekend, especially Friday and Saturday night,  when she had no intention of pretending she was anything but what she was, a one-legged girl.Dee carefully dried her stump, massaged it again and then laid it on the sink while she toweled herself dry.  She hopped to the bedroom and paused in front of the closet, thinking about what to wear, and where to go.               After dressing, Dee regarded herself in the mirror. She smiled and turned left and right, making certain all was in order. Dee swung her stump and sagged on her crutches. "Perfect," she thought. The long-sleeved, light blue sweater was very tight and faithful-ly followed the curves of her waist and breasts. Only a hint of pattern from her extreme bra showed. The yellow pants were poly-ester. They weren't shiny-cheap, but they did have a bit of stretch. Dee's hips and thighs were covered like skin. The right pant leg, very slightly flared, was hemmed just below her ankle. The unneeded portion of the right pant leg was drawn tightly over the end of her stump and pulled up and tucked into the  waistband. Where it paralleled her stump, the empty pant leg had razor-sharp creases. The contrast between this flat pant leg lying next to a full, round thigh was striking, to say the least. The standard adjustable crutches were a light blonde wood. Dee had set them about one notch longer than optimum.  This was so she could take a strain under her arms when and if she wanted to. Doing so did marvelous things to her chest.Her single shoe was a snug but comfortable blue pump.  The heel was four inches (not as steep as many of her shoes and boots, but, Dee had her reasons). Resting on her crutches, Dee cupped her breasts in her hands, pushed them together and smiled a final time.She drove away from the garage, thinking that she'd just wait and see if a good destination came to mind. The bar down by the marina was always good for action. Then again, that place with the country and western atmosphere had been good for a couple of great dates. Or, maybe the cocktail lounge where just last week she'd gotten picked up by that neat guy. Dee admitted to herself that, really, she had done the picking-up, but it sounded better the other way.  Yes, that might just be the place to go. It had a lot of pluses not the least of which was her recent  success. It hadn't taken ten minutes for Dee to decide that he was the one she would snare.  But she waited twenty minutes to smile and indicate that she would accept a drink offer.  During that time (she knew he was watching every move), she made various excuses to change places, go to the ladies room and so forth. She had walked with more limp than necessary and had let her peg-leg strike the floor with a jolt more pronounced than she normal-ly did. Her lone shoe had been a high-heeled, platformed, wood clog. When its leather-tipped heel and sole hit the hardwood floor the sound was clear. The deliberate planting of her peg-leg, despite its rubber tip, made noises, too: once when it struck the floor and again when she twisted it slightly.  Dee could see the guy was beside himself when she walked past. Her breasts moved with each step.  Her pleated skirt swung and jerked slightly as she limped by. And her progress was marked by the special sounds she produced: TAP-Tap..thump-squeak. . TAP-Tap . . .thump-squeak. . . .TAP-Tap. . . . thump-squeak.She had continued past him and gone to a table.  She sat well forward on the chair, and angled her peg-leg down to the floor.  Dee casually crossed her leg over the wood stick attached to her stump. She caught his eye and nodded. From there it had been just a matter of time until she had him asking her to go home. She agreed.The guy had gone wild over her. While she was still standing, he got her skirt off and got to his knees. His head dove to her pussy and his tongue lapped her warm wetness.  Dee had held his shoulders for support and lifted her leg.  She draped her knee over his shoulder; he pulled her ass, forcing his mouth deeper yet to her cunt.  Later when she'd changed to a boot and crutches he had nearly come at the sight. And when she suggested that she wear the boot to bed while they fucked, he couldn't have been more enthusias-tic. Their love-making had been long and vocal. Dee had especial-ly liked it when (they were in the midst of a great '69') he had gasped, "Jesus. I love having YOUR stump in my mouth!"Smiling at the thought of her last visit, Dee pulled into a vacant stall. She twisted on the seat and reached for her crutch-es. With her foot on the ground, Dee carefully tightened the empty pant leg across her stump. She thought once again how she ought to sew the pant leg to the waistband of these (and other) pants so that it wouldn't get loose like this. Crutching toward the cocktail lounge, Dee let her shoe strike the pavement with force. The hard leather heel made a clear, crisp sound. Then there was the absence of sound as her crutches took the weight.  The every-other TAP branded her, she realized.She mounted the stairs to the bar and looked around.  Dee decided to sit at the bar. After selecting the stool she wanted, she went to the end of the bar and rested her crutches against the wall.  Dee hopped back to the stool. She'd worn the pump because it was snug and secure enough that she could hop with it on. Her breasts bounced and she kept her stump in front as though this were required for balance. The overt stares she got did not escape her. Three or four guys approached her, but Dee, with unconscious appraisal, rejected their advances.  Then she noticed a man who had that special look she recognized. He was across the room, by himself and intent on her. Dee put a napkin over her drink, twisted on the stool and stood on her one leg. She hopped to the wall and her trusty crutches.  She didn't look at him as she went to the stairs, taking long strides.On her return, Dee sought his eye and smiled.  She nodded to return to his questioning look.  Once again she hopped to her stool, and, after resting her stump on the cushion, she drew her one leg up and hooked her heel over the rung. He arrived a moment later and introduced himself as Stan. He was quite hesitant, unsure of himself.  Dee introduced herself graciously accepted his drink offer. They indulged in small talk.  Dee was getting anxious. Anxious to get him to ask her to leave. She was, after three drinks, in the mood for going home and.... The bar stools were swivel. Dee turned to make a private comment and gently thrust the end of her stump against his thigh. She was watching his eyes, and she saw him react. Although she wasn't sure, she decided to be overt about it. She took his hand and put it on her stump."Your hand feels good on my stump," she said.  "Ever feel a one-legged girl's stump before? Since I had my leg cut off, its been so sensitive there at the end.  I like the feel of it in these tight pants, but your hand feels even better.  It would be better if you'd squeeze it."Dee moved her stump up and down as she was talking.  She gently ran her hand along his leg.  "You have a nice thigh, too," she smiled. Dee had come close enough to his crotch to know that he was hard, as she'd known he would be."Why don't we dance?" Dee asked. Stan looked more than a little surprised. "Really, come on. It's OK." Dee rotated on the seat and stood, waiting for him.  She took his arm and hopped beside him to the small dance floor.  The number was slow. Dee pivoted to face him. "I like these romantic songs," she said.  "Besides, I can't keep the rhythm of the fast tunes now as well as I could when I had my other leg." Dee put her arms around his neck and pressed her belly to him."Never danced with a one-legged girl before? All we have to do is just sway to the music," she whispered. "Sway to the music and use our bodies." She lifted her stump and pressed it between his legs.  "You move around, and I'll just pivot on my one leg." As he did so, Dee moved her hands lower on his back and pulled him tighter to her. She pressed with her stump harder. "Pull me tighter against you," she whispered in his ear. I want to feel you against my belly.... Oh, yes, that's better!""I know you're dying to ask how I got my leg cut off," Dee mur-mured into Stan's ear. He just nodded, afraid to make a sound. "Well, it's all right, I haven't had that leg since I was six-teen, and I'm used to guys asking about it. At first it bothered me to be different, but I found out right away how much some guys like one-legged girls, so after that I didn't mind.""But I didn't lose it, you know," she said with a sly grin. Stan jerked his head up and looked at her. "You mean-- you were born that way? But I thought you said--""No, I did have two legs until I was sixteen. But I didn't lose one-- it was cut off-- amputated. I hate people to say I 'lost my leg'. Hell, I didn't lose it, I just had it cut off. I know exactly what happened to it." Now Dee's grin got bigger as she watched the wheels turn in Stan's head. He didn't know what to say next. They never did."Well-- uh, -- so what DID happen to it?" Stan finally managed to get out. "I was on a tour bus in Germany that was attacked by terrorists. The bus turned over and I was knocked out, and I woke up in a hospital with one leg. Of course at sixteen I thought my life was over, but as I say, that was before I found out how much some guys like the feel of a one-legged girl's stump."The music stopped and they hopped back to the bar.  Stan realized he was the object of a number of envious stares.  He offered another drink, and Dee said just one more. "I can't overdo it or I'll get awkward and trip over my crutches, or worse yet, my one and only foot."  Dee decided that Stan liked and was responding to her explicit conversation. Once you've found a good subject, why change, she thought. "When I went back to school in the fall I tried to wear the leg they'd made for me in Germany. It didn't fit very well, but I was determined not to look different. So I wore nothing but slacks and jeans, and pretended I had two legs, like the other girls.""But there was this one boy who kept asking me for a date. At first I wouldn't go, but he wouldn't take no for an answer, so finally I went to a football game or something with him. Well, after the game, on the way home, he was all over me like a bee on a flower. At first I pushed him away, but finally I let him kiss me goodnight.""When I finally got inside and went to bed I had to reassess my feelings about boys and dating in general. It was obvious he wanted me, and of course he knew I had one leg. So, I figured, if he asked me again, I'd go.""Well, he asked me a lot after that, and finally on about the 3rd or 4th date he asked me if I'd wear a skirt so he could see my leg. I thought it was a strange request, but I did it. Of course he didn't just want to see the leg, he wanted to see me without the leg, and to play with my stump." At the time I was horrified, but on the next date I wore a skirt and left the leg at home. Sure enough, he couldn't wait to get my stump out in the open. And after that I discovered what an attraction it really was.""I never wore the damn leg again. I spent my senior year in high school on crutches, and I was more popular with the boys than I ever had been before, and I discovered how good it felt to have my stump played with and kissed and sucked.""Well, Stan, do you think you'd like to play with my stump?" Stan could only gurgle."I don't remember seeing you in here before. I don't come here that often, but I was here a week ago.  I used a peg-leg that time. I like peg legs, by the way. But tonight I decided to give my stump a rest. I've had my artificial leg on all day and the thought of taking it off and just letting my stump be free sounded so good that I couldn't resist.  You know, I love being one-legged. I love the feel of my stump swinging around bare under my skirt, but I also love how it shows when I wear slacks like this."Do you think this is the best way to do my empty pant leg? I mean, I can roll it up, but I think that looks bulky, or I can just let it hang down empty, but them it flops around.  I like it this way the best, what do you think?" Dee got mostly one syllable answers. Not that Stan wasn't inter-ested in answering. He was. But he appeared to be more interested in hearing her talk.  "Here, put your hand on my stump, up high. It feels just like any thigh, doesn't it? Now move your hand down. Now feel the end.  Can you feel the scar, yes, right there? It doesn't hurt but it is more sensitive that the rest. Not ticklish, more of a sensual kind of area. Actually this (she raised her stump under his hand) is much more sensitive than my whole thigh.  Funny, isn't it? That my short thigh, with its leg cut off, reacts to being touched more than my normal leg.""A girlfriend of mine had a mastectomy. And she says that her one breast is much more sensitive and erotic than when it had a mate. And, she says she really likes to have her flat side felt and kissed, too."Having my right leg cut off didn't do anything to make my left leg feel more sexy, but there is no doubt that my stump is blessed with special feelings.  When I flex its muscles, you squeeze back.  Yes, that's it. Do it again. After being in a stump socket all day, it really feels good to have it massaged. Squeeze it harder; it isn't fragile, really, Squeeze it harder. Stan could indeed feel the muscles in Dee's eight-inch stump become firmer.  He was astounded at the thrill he was getting from simply holding the stump of a one-legged girl's amputated leg. When he moved his fingers slowly around the blunt end of her stump, he thought he could feel an irregularity beneath the snug pant leg. It was the scar. The scar where they'd sewn her severed leg back together. And her continuous conversation about her stump was no small part of the excitement. Dee's candid comments, and talk about being one-legged, was having its effect as well.  It wasn't dirty talk, or even naughty, like normal a girl talking about her 'tits' or 'pussy.' Nevertheless, because it seemed as though her stump would be one of her most private and personal parts, hearing her talk about it to him was incredibly exciting. He wished he could think  of witty and clever replies, but he couldn't.  Instead he just squeezed the legless thigh, indicating that he was paying attention and not in the least bored.Dee realized she was driving Stan wild. She fingered his leg and moved on the stool to place her stump against his leg again.  But she was getting anxious to leave. She decided to speed up finishing the drinks and get him out of there. "I saw the way you watched me when I crutched back from the la-dies' room, and then when I hopped over here.  I could make another trip downstairs, if you'd like. It doesn't bother me to have you watch me. On the contrary, I like the look in your eye.  The look in your eye right now is pretty good, too. Or, better yet, we could go to my place and do our looking in private. "Besides, I have some other...ah..outfits you might enjoy seeing me wear." Dee bounced her stump rapidly several times. "C'mon, let's go."Stan gulped the remainder of his drink. Dee waited, standing on her one leg, while Stan got her crutches.  She got them in place and moved off down the bar, her high heel making its singular, every-other, loud TAP!Stan followed her in his car. Dee waited for him, and they went up the walk together.  Her apartment was small, but very nicely decorated. She waved him to the living room.  "Now that we're home, I could do with another drink. Hell, if I fall here it's O.K.  One, I'm already home, and, two, you are here to help. There's brandy in the kitchen. I'm going to change."Stan's hand shook as he poured the drinks.  He gulped one and filled the glass again. He sat on the couch in a daze, waiting for whatever was to come next. He knew it was going to be any-thing but dull.Dee returned a moment later. She was naked except for one very high-heeled, platformed (3 inches) boot.  And a pair of forearm crutches. She went the length of the room. Her breasts moved and jumped.  Dee returned and stood in front of Stan."I want you to make love to me.  I want you to handle and kiss all of me. But first I want to do something. As you can tell, I get around very well on one leg.  But every now and then, like now, I like to pretend I'm helpless. I like to play a part. I want to do it before we make love. I hope you won't mind how I act and what I say. Remember, it's just pretend. I think I like it because it is pretend."Stan looked bewildered, but he smiled when she asked him to get the Ace bandages from an end table. Dee directed him, and Stan tightly bound her hands and forearms to the crutches.  Dee crutched around the room once. She stopped at the sofa and sat down.  She lifted her the crutches and bent her knee, but before she reached the cushion, her leg gave way and she abruptly fell down into the soft cushion. Her strapped on crutches were poking forward, waving in the air."Christ!  I cant even sit down like a normal person. This stupid leg is such a pain in the ass, not to mention these things that extend my arms. Give me some of that brandy, will you? I can't do it myself." Dee took the brandy in one swallow.  She ooched forward on the sofa and brought her tall boot back.  She tried three or four times to lurch forward and up, but each time she merely fell back to her original sitting position.  "God damn it!! Dee made an extra effort.  She nearly made it, but her leg quivered; she tumbled to the floor.  "No.  Don't help me. I'm all right." Dee rolled on her back. She rubbed a bandaged forearm across. her breasts, trying to excite her nipples.  "God I like to have my tits played with.  I love it when the nipples get hard and tin-gle. No, you just watch, I can do it myself."Dee turned onto her stomach and rose on her forearms. The crutch-es were sticking out in front like two freak tentacles. She used her elbows to pull herself forward a few inches. Her booted leg just drug along, but she moved her stump.  Dee brought it forward, to the side, where it pawed the carpet. Stan noticed that as she was crawling her body forward, Dee drug her nipples on the rug. She would pause and move her chest, scratching the carpet with her breasts.  "Oh, yes. They're getting hard. It feels so good. It's like a giant tongue licking my tits...exciting my nipples... tickling and loving them...." Dee kept talking and sighing all the while it took her to travel the length of the room.When she turned onto her back, Dee's nipples were flushed and oversized with excitement.  She lifted her leg and jabbed the boot's tall heel into the carpet. her stump rose and moved wide to the side Dee rubbed between her thighs with a bandaged arm. "I'm damp. But I want to be HOT and WET. I want my pussy to throb.  I want to play with it... rub it... feel it. God damn this stupid crutch."Dee began to frantically bite and pull at the Ace bandage on her right arm.  She was gasping and moaning. She managed to get one end loose.  She pulled at the elastic material with her mouth and flung her arm around trying to spin the bandage off. Her heel slipped and her leg fell to the rug. Her stump was uselessly flailing the air. The bandage finally was loose enough for her to fling the crutch free of her arm. Dee once again stabbed the boot's heel into the carpet and lifted her stump straight up. Her hand shot between her legs.hAaaHHhM. YMMmmm. OH, YES.  Yes, yes, I'm getting wetter. I'm getting warm..warm and wet.  It feels so good, so very good. God. Do I love the feel of things playing with my cunt...tickling its lips... poking inside it... pinching it.. exciting it." Dee began to use her finger. She purposefully drove it deep, rapidly fuck-ing herself.  "AHhhh... it feels so good inside... the inside is so warm and slippery.. so full of juice... and it feels good to have something inside of me.... I want you to fuck me....and then eat me...and then fuck me and eat me..again and again. But I want to make myself come first... then you can use your mouth and lips and tongue and cock to make me come again and again......." Dee's hand was a blur. her stump waved and her arm-mounted crutch pounded on the floor. Her breathing was a series of gasps, interrupted only by occasional groans.YYEEeeee. . .AAXH. hAHH. .AAHhMMhhM. . ."  Dee's hand slowed and stopped.  She dropped her leg and stump, and her crutch  was still.  She held her hand up, as though inspecting it. "UMKmm." Dee opened her mouth and carefully licked her fingers.  "OH. It tastes so good. Wait till you taste me...I taste good..I bet you taste good, too. OH, YES, I bet you taste good, very good. I hope you can come twice because I want you to come when we're fucking, but I want you to come in my mouth, too.  I want to feel your cock twitch and squirt into my mouth. I want to drink your come! Dee sat up.  She used her hand, crutch and stump to help propel herself backwards. She awkwardly moved across the carpet until she was at the sofa. Dee squirmed around and stuck her leg and rump under the couch..She reached for his pants and began to fumble with the belt and zipper. "Help me.  Open your pants. Put your cock in my mouth, please. I want it in my mouth." The strapped-on crutch was held awkwardly out to the side.  She pounded the floor with it.  "I wish I had two hands. Then I could do it all... and you could relax. But I can't.  PLEASE HURRY. Please, put it in my mouth." When they got his pants open and Stan pulled his rigid cock out, Dee greedily covered it with her mouth.  She took him deep.  Dee closed her mouth on his pulsing cock and sucked, and bucked, and sucked. Her head began to bob. Her lips were tightly closed on Stan's staff, and the softness of her mouth ran back and forth along him. "Ah. .Ah. .good. . .good. . . . .I love. . .your. . . cock. . . . in. . . in. . in my.. ah, ah.. mouth.." Dee blurted the words out, not wanting to stop what she was doing.She used her hand on his balls, and increased the bobbing of her head. Stan, eyes closed and in rapture, felt it coming. He began to twitch, his cock jerked and his insides collapsed.  Dee groaned and tightened her lips on him. Stan could see her throat contract as she swallowed his come. She sucked and milked his cock when his juice stopped. Dee finally used her tongue to lick his balls and the barely dripping end of his cock."Oh. Jesus!  That was so good, so marvelously good.  I love drinking your come. I love swallowing you. Sucking you. Licking and kissing you. Now. Please. You eat me. Use your mouth on me. Use it on my pussy. Use it on my short leg. Lick it. Feel it with your tongue.  Massage it. Please. Make love to my stump!"   Dee ooched out from under the sofa and unwrapped the remaining crutch. She massaged her breasts and then her stump. She scrambled up on the couch and pulled his head to her breast. "Make my nipples hard again, please. Tickle them with your tongue.  Nibble them...use your teeth..please, please.. make my tits throb.  Open your mouth and suck.. suck as hard as you can...yes, yes, yes...that's it, that's it. . . BITE. . .SUCK!!"Presently Dee reached down and grabbed the crutch. She managed to get upright.  She used the one crutch to help her hop across the room to where the other one was laying.  Her progress was slow and very erratic.  She paused before each hop, getting ready for the hesitant lurch which moved her one leg barely inches ahead. She squatted when she reached the crutch. Using two crutches she levered herself once again upright. Now, with two crutches, Dee was fully in control. She was steady and took purposeful strides. She stopped in the center of the room. Dee raised her stump and made large circles with the end.  "I want to stand up. I want you to see me stand on my one leg. I want to hold my stump up.  I would like it if you would come over here, on your knees, and eat me. You can hold my ass, and I can rest my stump on your shoulder.  I want you to make me come while I'm standing. Standing on the leg they didn't cut off.  I want you to pet the stump of the leg they did cut off while you drink my come. Please. Please, will you?"Stan's mouth was greeted by a warm moistness. In less than five minutes, Dee began to thrust her hips and beg for more. A moment later Stan's mouth was tasting her pungent juice. He licked and sucked her pussy. He squeezed her stump and licked the soft eight-inch thigh that was alongside his head. Dee continued to gasp and tell him how good it was, how much she loved it, how she loved his mouth in her cunt. Dee used her finger on herself and then held it out for Stan to suck. He was surprised at how exciting it was to have her finger in his mouth. Her finger that had just been inside her. He licked the dribbles as they 'leaked' out and ran down the thigh of her one leg.Dee glanced down and noticed that he was beginning to get hard.  She 'hugged' his head with her stump and then dropped it to his chest.  Stan took it in both hands as though it were the most precious thing in the world. He gently handled it, kissed it and licked the scarred end.  Stan's hands, encircling her stump, detected the flexing of muscles. His increased pressure was greeted by movements within.  Dee was tensing and contracting the muscles and tendons that remained.  "Ohhh... that's perfect.. keep licking the scar... use your mouth on the end... where they cut it off... Jesus. That is wonderful." Dee moved and placed her erotic boot deep between his legs. She twisted it and bent her knee, increasing the pressure. Stan was now fully erect. Dee took a long step backward and smiled at him.  "Stan, please fuck me now." Dee's voice was soft, nearly plead-ing.She went to the sofa and got a cushion and tossed it to the floor.  Dee got to the floor and worked the cushion under her buttocks. She jabbed the boot heel deeply into the rug and spread her stump. "Right here on the floor.  Please fuck me right here. And please do it for as long and as hard as you can." Stan crawled between Dee's soft thighs.  She guided him in. He slowly, savoring every second, ran his cock into her hot wetness as deep as he could. He contracted and tensed rapidly. Dee gasped. "OH. Jesus. I can feel it change shape.  Change shape inside me. Do it again.  Please. Do it again." Stan began to rhythmically fuck her.  He pulled back until he was nearly free then would, in one swift plunge, drive into her as far as he could.  He concentrated on other things, trying to prolong his never before experienced thrill.  Dee had her hands on his ass.  Each time he would pause, before once again thrust-ing deep into her, Dee would dig her fingernails in and time her violent pull.  She felt as though he couldn't lunge into her too rapidly or too deeply. "Christ. This is good! AAh...UGHhhh...YES..OH!! YES!!... harder, please try and do it harder....and squeeze my stump; grab it and squeeze it.... yes, yes, yes... the end, the end.. use your hand on the end.... OH GOD ALMIGHTY... it all feels so good." Dee lifted her stump up to her chest. "Use your mouth... use your mouth on my stump, please.  PLEASE. Oh, yes that's right... AHHhhh. ...UUMMmmmmm...."Dee's squirming and breathing were getting frantic.  She could tell she was close to climax.  She dug her nails into his rump and pulled with all her might. "It's coming... I can feel it coming... OH, GOD. Don't stop now...AHH.. AHhh.. AHHh. Yessss... it's coming....Oh. CHRIST.  I'm going to explode.. ..bite it... BITE MY STUMP...."  When Stan used his teeth on her stump Dee became a writhing, screaming animal.  "AARRGGHHhhhhh... YYEEEeee... AH, AH, AH... AAHHHhHOOOHHHHH  GOD, GOD... AAKHHMMh;  aa... aaaM... h... hhhh....""What're you doing tomorrow night?" Dee asked 15 minutes later. "I never did wear a peg-leg for you." Pat Wilson P.O. Box 1764 Alameda CA 94501 5-8-86 AA:12