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I had a small house in a quiet neighborhood. Much different than the crowded city where I grew up. My neighbors mostly kept to themselves. An older couple on one side and a single mother with two teens on the other side. The kids were no problem, mostly everyone just waved in passing. As I said, a quiet neighborhood, no problems, until Saturday night.

I'd gone out on the back deck about 8 pm. No particlar reason, mostly to enjoy the cooler evening air after a warm day. I had a t shirt and gym shorts on as was my habit around the house. I was listening to the insects and night birds in the woods behind us when I heard a scream. It jolted me out of my calm. I tried to determine where it had come from, then I heard it again, more muffled, it was next door, a female voice, Mrs. Carson, or her daughter. I started towards their house as it had seemd more a scream of alarm than a family argument. When it became a screech I started to run. The back door was open, I ran through the kitchen calling out. That's when I saw them in the living room.

Two men and the Carson girl, Christie. She was mostly naked, kicking at her assailant. He was choking her and threatening her with a knife. Still she kicked and hit at him. As I was yelling for him to get away from her his partner came at me. Now I'm not the world'd greatest fighter, but I was in ok shape and had grown up in a place where you learned how to take care of yourself. He was younger than me but maybe too confident. His first swing missed and I caught him good. Then as I moved towards Christie and her would be rapist I sensed him coming after me. I caught him with a lucky elbow and he was down for a bit. Now his friend turned towards me. The knife swept across missing me the first time, slashing my shirt. The second pass caught me a glancing swipe on the side of my stomach. I could feel the blood but was too full of adrenaline to care. He circled me. I wondered how to handle my distinct disadvantage. Then we heard sirens. Thankfully someone else had heard the commotion and called the police. He circled again until he had a path and ran for the door. I gave chase for a moment, then realizing I couldn't catch him, and finally realizing that might not be a good idea I went back inside.

Christie was curled up in a corner, shivering despite the warm evening. I pulled off my shirt and offered it to her, turning as she covered her nakedness. Two police came in through the open door covering me as they surveyed the room. For the first time Christie spoke,

"Not him. Him." She pointed at the groggy kid on the floor. Then she burst into tears. I sat on the sofa holding what was turning out to be a painful slash. Office Simmons, if I was reading his name plate correctly asked me what happened.

"As far as I know the girl was home alone and two men broke in and tried to rape her."

"Two men?"

"Yes, him and another. The other had a knife, he did this, and was attacking Christie when I got here. I live next door and heard her scream."

"You came over when she screamed?"

"Yes. The back door was open and I saw them. She was fighting him off."

"And this one?"

"He came after me. I got lucky. Then his partner cut me before running when he heard your siren. Probabaly went back through the woods."

"You need medical help?"

"I think I'll be ok. Check on the girl." He turned to Christie,

"You were home alone?"

"Y-yes. I'm almost 18." I wouldn't have thought. She was thin, and well, I had kind of seen her during everything. "My mother went out with a friend and my brother is staying at his friend's house. Can I call my mother?"

"Of course."

They continued asking Christie questions. She asked that I stay if I could. It wasn't more than 15 minutes before Ms. Carson came through the front door.

"Oh my god what happened?" She went to Christie, holding her as her daughter told her through sobs. She looked over at me sitting in gym shorts, blood on my side, "You saved her, Mr. Sutter. Oh you're hurt. They had knives?" Simmons told her what he'd learned then asked if it would be ok if they came by the station another time to answer more questions. They took the recovered suspect out in cuffs and told us they'd be in touch. Ms. Carson looked at me again,

"I'm eternally grateful."

"Mom, they were going to, to make me, to have sex. Mr. Sutter fought with them. And gave me his shirt." Poor Christie was sitting in little more than my ripped bloody t shirt, pulling it to her for security and what little modesty it provided. "I need to take a shower."

"Go ahead. And they never got, you know....?"

"No Mom. He came in time. I'm still..."

"Go ahead. Take your shower." When she left Ms. Carson asked if I needed something for my side.

"Yes, if you have something to clean it and a bandage. It would be easier than trying to find something at home. And your daughter, she fought with them every bit of the way. That's what caused me to hear it."

"I'm probably telling you too much, but she always told me she was saving herself for the right man. To have it happen like that would have been devastating. And please call be Bev, or Beverly?"

"OK. Ouch. I can do that. Call me Jake."

"Oh, it's the least I can do." She was cleaning my stomach, agreeing it was little more than a scratch. Bev was on her knees leaning over me making sure she put ointment on all of it. Her arm was resting on my thigh. As she dabbed at the edges he arm moved, so did my cock. As I said I was just wearing gym shorts. And maybe it was the burst of energy of the evening, or the many nights alone, and the physical contact of a woman, inadvertant as it was. It moved. She must have felt it. He arm stopped. Then she went back to applying a bandage. Her arm on top of my growing cock. She sat back, kneeling between my legs. She looked at my shorts, then up at me. She reached for me, but this time her hand went under up the leg of my shorts. Her hand made contact, my cock stiffened.

"You don't...oooh." She squeezed my cock. "Ooooh, mmm."

"Let me." I looked at her. I'd never looked at Ms. Car....Bev this way before. She must be 40 or so. No more than 45. Whereas her daughter was slim she was full figured with rather large breasts. She pushed back my shorts letting my cock free. Holding it she lightly stroked me, then looked back up at me. "You're single, I'm single. You saved my daughter from all manner of horrors, let me." I didn't say yes, but I didn't say no. I also lifted my hips as she pulled down my shorts. The feeling when her lips wrapped around my head sent shivers up my body. I sucked in a breath as she sucked me into her mouth. With one hand she rolled my balls while the other stroked my shaft. Her tongue circled me and teased me. I closed my eyes and rested my head back on the sofa as Bev bobbed her head on me, alternately sucking and stroking. I was enjoying the warm feeling, the teasing and sucking and...

"MOM, fuck, holy shit!" From the doorway Christie interrupted us in shock. She stood with a towel on her head, and another around her. Her hands on her face as she watched her mother suck the cock of their neighbood. When Bev sat up in shock Christie looked at my hard cock coated with her mother's saliva. "Oh my god it's huge." It isn't. But she was 17 and inexperienced.

"I'm so sorry baby, but I was cleaning his wound and we, well we're adults and I felt..."

"It's ok Mom. I understand. He's my hero." She was still staring at me sitting naked on their sofa. It's not like I could cover up and my cock was too far along to go down quickly. Christie actually got onto the sofa next to me. "You are my hero." We were looking at each other her eyes not leaving mine when I felt her smaller hand grip my still firm cock.

"Christie. No, you don't.."

"I was almost raped and had all decisions taken away from me. You gave them back to me. So I can choose."

"I'm twice your age."

"You're a good man." Her mother tried.

"Christie, honey. Think. Don't be too quick."

"Mom, you were just..blowing him!"

"We're adults. We're both alone. I felt..."

"You felt you owed him. How do you think I feel?" And all this time Christie was letting her hand glide up and down my cock. I was trapped, in an awkward, but sexually stimulating way. Bev was still kneeling between my legs eye level with my cock. Her daughter had my cock in hand and had pulled the towel off her head. She smiled at me, her wet hair falling around her face. She had all the cuteness and untapped sexuality of someone her age. She continued stroking, her face getting closer to mine. I thought for one last moment, then closed my eyes and gave in to the situation. Either Bev or Christie could stop at any moment and I would be disappoointed, by perfectly fine with it. I felt Christie's lips touch mine. Closed, wet, soft. My cock twitched in her hand, her mouth moved into a smile, then opened slightly, her tongue just peeking through, tentative. I kissed her in return, letting her tongue reach between my lips. When her two hands now came up to cradle my head, I felt Bev take over down below, her more experienced hands and lips returning to my cock. Christie held me and opened her outh to me. Bev engulfed me and caused me to moan into her daughter's mouth. Christie paused when I gasped, then looked back, down as I was cumming in her mother's mouth, pumping my backed up cum into her as she swallowed. Christie's turning caused her towel to come loose. She noticed and pulled it away. As Bev sucked me dry, I gave in to the situation and took one of Christie's small breasts into my mouth, her soft mound, topped with a small hard nipple. I sucked at her, causing her to gasp, then turn back to me. She cradled my head to her sighing and gasping as I pulled at her nipple, teasing and biting gently, licking around her breast, cupping her small round butt in my hand.

"Oh, oh momma it feels so good." Christie sat on my lap holding herself to me, her head rolling back as I sucked at her small breasts, my hands eaily covering them, pulling at her nipples. Reaching behind her she searched for my cock, finding it somewhat revived, stimulated fromhaving her fresh young body against mine. She began moving me, trying to get me to her pussy. She kneeled on me, then begged,

"Please. I want you. I need you." Bev cautioned,

"Christie sweetie are you sure, I know you feel..."

"Mom, please.." I could hear her voice, caught up in emotions. As much pleasure as I'd get from her I stopped.

"Christie. Listen to your mother. Sleep on it. Think about it."

"But my body, it's burning with need."

"Mine too. You're so very cute. You can feel how I'm reacting to you." She was feeling alright. Her right hand had a tight grip on my hard cock. Was it the first she'd held?

"Please, my body is shaking with need."

"Then let me help. Let go and lay back." Christie reluctantly let go of me. Then climbing off me she lay back on the sofa, eyeing my cock licking her lips, waiting, wondering. I scooted back onto my knees, lifing her leg onto my shoulder, leaning my face in close, smelling the sweet freshness, testing her with the tip of my tongue.

"OH!"

I kissed her virgin pussy, tasting her, letting my tongue explore. Her hair was darker than that on her head, wild, untrimmed. I parted her lips and pulled gently with mine. She was gasping and moaning as I licked along her slit, carefully tickling at her opening, so tight, unspoiled. I kissed upwards taking her clit between my lips. She let out a louder gasp,

"What, oh, oh fuck. Oooh." I kissed and licked at her tender bud, teasing her, letting her body build from it's earlier need, her legs closing behind me, pulling me in. Her hands in my hair, holding me in place as her slim hips lifted and pushed her pussy against my mouth. I licked and kissed until she called out, "Oh fuck, meeeeeeee." Her sweet juices covered my tongue, her head thrashed from side to side. She cried and moaned and thanked me. I sat back, my cock still rigid. I looked down at her body, so tender. I definitely had desire, but I needed her to be sure. She was panting, recovering her breath. Looking at me,

"You still want me. Take me, please."

"I do want you. But I can't. Surely not tonight." I looked over at Bev. I'd just had her daughter in front of her. Not all the way of course, but.... She looked at me, then at my cock.

"You could have me tonight. If you'd want me. Let me satisfy your need."

"Mooom! He's my hero. He saved me and I want to give it to him."

"He's a man. And you're still young. You'll understand." OK, now I had a mother and daughter arguing over fucking me. At this point I had to admit that having a go at Bev would surely take the edge off. But I'm not sure Christie would understand.

"OK Mom. He shouldn't go home, like that. I'm going to bed." Christie kissed me, then grabbed her towel and ran upstairs. I looked at Bev.

"I'm very sorry if I crossed some bounds there. If you'd said anything I would have stopped." She looked at me.

"You must wonder what kind of mother I am. But she's nearly 18 and she's inexperienced and I wanted her to remember tonight for something more than what could have been. I think you did that. And how you controlled yourself. If you'll come with me, my room is right in back. If you want an older woman."

"You're not much older than me and I think you're a fine mother." She stood and put out her hand. I took it and followed her. In her room she turned to me,

"I haven't been with a naked man in here for awhile. I haven't been naked with a man in awhile either."

"It's not like I've had a line of women at my door either." She stood next to me, her hand rubbing my chest. With a sigh she began removing her clothes. When she was naked she asked,

"Do you still want to?" I led her to the bed and sat, bringing her down with me,

"You have nothing to worry about." She looked down. My cock was hard again,

"I guess maybe not." We lay back on the bed. There was a lot more woman with Bev than there was with Christie, but that wasn't a bad thing. Her breasts were large, soft, big nipples, her body was heavier but not fat really. Her legs were strong and held me tight. When I entered her she sighed at pleasant memories and held me to her as I thrust into her. We were both lonely and thankful for the act and for the companionship and the mutual sharing. I rocked in and out of Bev slowly and steadily. No need to rush, finding a rhythm that worked for us. Then when I'd reached my limit, cumming with a sigh, mine and hers, feeling at peace together. I lay along side Bev, holding each other.

"That was nice. I almost forgot how nice it was. If it's not too much to ask. I live right next door. We could, you know. For convenince?"

"Bev, are you asking me to be your fuck buddy?"

"Is that what they call it?"

"We could call it something less crude."

"I'd like that. But you know, Christie." I propped myself on an elbow.

"You think she'll have a problem with us?"

"No, but she's a determined girl. I don't think sleeping on it will change her ideas."

"You think she'll still want to?"

"Yes I do."

"And?"

"It might not be the worst thing." I looked at her surprised. "You'd be gentle and take care of her and could teach her."

"Yes, but..."

"She's half your age. And I'm near ten years older than you. And we saw last night how unpredictable life is and how even the best plans can be thrown into turmoil."

"I don't know. She's..."

"She looks young, but she's a woman. And you've seen her already. She trusts you." I lay back and looked at the ceiling. After a bit more time together, both deciding this had been a good thing we could use more of, I found my gym shorts and hurried back home through the back yards. At home I tended to my side some more, deciding I would visit my doctor in the morning. Then I lay alone in my bed wondering just what I'd gotten myself into.

Realizing it was Sunday I went to the emergency clinic to have my side looked at. They gave me a pre***********ion and cleaned it again saying that it didn't appear infected and that I'd have a scar but it would heal just fine. I got a call later from the police asking me if I could come in to identify the second attacker. They suggested that if I could they could spare Christie from making the ID. I of course said it would be no problem. That took up the rest of my afternoon. They had the guy, which they pretty much already knew from having talked to his accomplice. I told them that I would press charges if it would help protect Christie. When I got home I was relaxing after a busy day when there was a knock at the back door.

"Hi Bev. Come in."

"Hello Jake. That Officer Simmons said you identified the other man? He said Christie didn't need to come down and look at him. Thank you so much. Again."

"Oh no problem. I had incentive to see him put away." I patted my side, "Oh and the Doc says my cut was well taken care of, so thanks."

"Least I could do."

"How's Christie?"

"A bit of shock today. The reality setting in. She's back there telling her brother about it."

"Really?"

"Some of it at least. I really don't know if she'll tell him about after. They're siblings, they have their own limits." I stood looking at Bev. In the light of day I quickly took her in. She wasn't a bad looking woman in all honesty. And if the stirring in my shorts was any indication, I was interested in what she'd suggested. I walked to her and took her in my arms. She met my lips with hers. Apparently this was more than just a social call. Maybe a test of how the previous night might carry over. My hand explored her back and down to her butt. She was doing the same to mine. We kissed our way down the hall like two young people anxious to get to it. We left clothes along the way and ended up almost naked by the time we reached my bed. When Bev released her bra I took her heavy breasts in my hands and began lavishing kisses all around them. They were large and soft and flattened out across her chest as she lay back. I kissed and sucked and pulled at her nipples, then worked my way down, down. Her stomach was soft, her mound covered in dark hair, her lips large and puffy. I dove in with gusto. She gasped,

"Oh god, I haven't had this in years."

"Mmm hmm." So I gave her what she needed, what she'd almost forgotten she needed. What she barely remembered. Licking and pulling and probing. Her pussy opening to me, my fingers exploring in a way I couldn't with Christie. Going harder and deeper. Sucking and searching. Feeling her body respond, tense, riding waves of pleasure, gasping and moaning as I went at her relentlessly, giving her what she wanted. Not stopping until she begged to rest. I moved up alongside her, holding Bev as she came down.

"Oh Jake, that was so much. He, never did that. It really has been decades I think." I kissed her.

"It can be any time you want. Now."

"So, you do want to continue?"

"Sure."

"You find me...desirable?" I kissed her,

"Yes. Yes I do." She had a tear at the corner of her eye."

"Make love to me?" I didn't need to reply to that one. I knew I was ready and I knew Bev was ready. I got in position and placed my cock where it needed to be, then with long even strokes I entered Bev and made love to her. Her new found passion added energy to her lovemaking. She lifted herself to draw me in, her nails made marks down my back, her legs held me tight. We weren't kids anymore, but we were far from old. Her body was welcoming and used me for pleasure as I used hers. She made noises that indicated this was what she wanted. I kissed her and assured her I was getting everything I needed. When I came she hugged me tight and cried, in pleasure and in happiness. "Jake, this is all so much, but, I think I may be finding my way over here some more."

"The door is always open. But we can be just friends too."

"I'd like that."

What was left unspoken was Christie. Sweet young Christie. And what she wanted, and thought she needed.

That question was answered the next afternoon. I'd done some work, did some exercises. Yes, because I now had an interested woman. Took a shower and was reading over some reports when I heard knock at the back door. I thought it might be Bev, but she generally worked later. Hmm, was I that good? Probably just the newness of it all. It wasn't Bev. Instead there was a young woman, almost, in tight jeans and a school shirt. Her hair was soft and hanging to her shoulders, she had even applied a little makeup. She was rocking on the balls of her feet.

"Christie!"

"Hi Mr. Sutter. May I come in." I didn't debate this question as long as I thought I might. I stood aside and let Christie into my kitchen.

"I, uh, have been thinking. About, you know. And.."

"Christie, you don't..."

"Please, can I finish? I really have given this some thought." I nodded. "I talked to some friends who have already, you know, done IT. They said it was ok, but the boys were too fast and it hurt and they felt something was missing and the guys are more interested in, you know, getting off and stuff. And I thought about how the other night you made me feel amazing and didn't even get off yourself." I guess she and Bev hadn't discussed everything. "And I want it to be amazing and I can't think of anyone who would care for me like you would and I would like for you to be my first. If you will. Please." She leaned against me. I held her too me. Kissed the top of her head.

"Christie. I don't want you to feel obligated because of the other night. I did that because it was the right thing to do."

"But it showed me how a real man acts. And then, I've never cum like that. I-I couldn't live waiting to, hoping to feel like that again."

"You should be learning with someone more your age."

"Pfft, they're silly boys. Is it because of my mother?"

"Your mother?"

"What she did for you? I could learn to do that. I kind of did with one guy. Don't tell my mom. You stayed over didn't you. Did you two?"

"I wouldn't tell you if I did."

"Huh. I kind of hope you did. You're an awesome man and Mom deserves that too." I didn't have an answer there. She was perceptive. I tried,

"Your Mom is a good friend. It's nice getting to know the neighbors." She looked up at me. Then her hand slid down between us. Her body leaning against me had caused some stirring.

"Will it hurt?"

"It could, but not a lot." Now her hand was moving along the outline in my shorts.

"I've decided. It's you I want."

"Do I get a say?"

"Of course." She stepped back. In a moment the shirt was over her head. Her two small breasts waited for attention, her nipples hardening in the cool kitchen. I watched as she struggled to push down her jeans, her underwear going with them. I now had a nude young woman in my kitchen asking me to have her. To be her first. I scooped her up and carried her down the hall. She lay back, unembarrassed as I stripped down. She smiled when she saw my cock already hard and ready. "It's so big and hard. How will it fit?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, please, but can you make me feel like the other night?"

"Now that would be my pleasure." Ignoring my straining cock I got between Christie's legs. It looked as though she'd trimmed her bush back a bit. Her pussy was just as tasty. I took my time letting her build, stretching her opening with my fingers, preparing her, then going at her clit, licking around, sucking and kissing, feeling Christie, arching her back, pushing up to me, her body writhing as I pulled at her lips, tasted her juices, licked around and inside her open pussy. She was as ready as she'd ever be. Confident in her body, feeling safe with me, her orgasm washing over her as I kissed up her body, stopping to suck at her nipples then her neck and finally meeting at her lips, nibbling as them, searching for her tongue, meeting hers, dancing together, then asking once more, "Ready? We don't have to."

"Now, I can't wait. Have me." I got to my knees, rubbed the head of my cock along her slit, then found her opening. I pressed forward, meeting resistance all the way. She whimpered, assured me it was ok, winced and waited. I pushed forward, took her virginity with a gasp, her teeth gritted together, then opening in an "OH", her eyes wide open for a moment as I sank deeper inside. She relaxed a little, her legs spread wide, her arms around my neck. I paused, let her body conform, holding me so tight. I moved back, feeling her gripping me, her shuddering sighs as I held her and let my cock open her with each thrust. Slow, easy, careful as I could go. "Oh, it does feel kind of, nice." I smiled into her neck. Hoping I'd leave her with a positive memory, hoping her first time would be memorable. I felt my own need coming on. The tight grip massaging my cock driving me onward. When I was as far in as I could go I held myself there letting her feel me throbbing, thickening, then her eyes opened wide as I released myself inside Christie. Pushing in as my cum spurted out, filling her young, fertile, oh fuck. It had all been so unreal. Like a story. Her first time, her needs. I'd just cum inside. I leaned my head back, my cock still in Christie, twitching with the remnants of my orgasm.

"Oh god, tell me you're on something."

"No, I, we..." I pulled out, my cock slick with cum, traces of blood. I looked to see the same leaking from Christie's open pussy.

"What was I thinking?"

"It's ok."

"OK? You could get pregnant!" She shrugged. She actually shrugged. I lay back on the bed. She went into the bathroom and returned with a wet wash cloth. She cleaned both of us. As I lay there pondering the possible outcomes she began playing with my cock. Then I felt her licking the head.

"Christie, you shouldn't."

"I want to. I'm going to suck on you and make you feel good."

"You already made me feel good." Now she had more of me in her mouth and was holding the shaft as I grew in her hand. I lay there letting her do as she pleased. Her soft lips and tongue making me lose any other thoughts. "Wow, it gets so hard but the skin is smooth." She sucked on me and licked me and stroked me. She was patient and didn't tire as I was treated to her best beginner's effort.

"Christie, I'm going to cum soon."

"OK, In my mouth. I want to taste you and swallow it." Oh jeez. She was so accomodating. When I said it was now, she began swallowing as I was shooting into her mouth. She did gag, and spill some and made a mess, but it was a good effort all the same. She happily cleaned me up. Declared my cum, ok, and not gross. Then she hugged me and thanked me and said she was sure she had the best first time ever. She seemed oblivious to the implications. "When can we do it again?"

"We can't until, unless we use birth control."

"OK. I'll get on something because I want to fell you cum in me like that all the time."

All the time. Damn, would I, could I, just keep this up with mother and daughter? I liked Bev. We of course had more in common and I could see us having more than just a sexual relationship. But Christie. Damn, that tight, tight pussy. Her energy. Her wanton desire. She would be a lot of fun in bed. But that would be purely sexual pleasure. She was a generation behind me. Maybe for a little while? I must be crazy.

I didn't see Christie as much. She did stop by to practice giving and receiving oral sex. So that was amazing. I could suck at her fresh young pussy for hours. And now I could use my fingers to tease her insides. Dumbass that I was I did fuck her again. Pulling out and spewing cum all over her youthful body. Oh how she laughed as my warm cum rained down on her.

Bev was a more regular visitor. We'd have dinner, or go out for an afternoon, then make love before she went home to her kids. She was grateful for the sex, I was grateful for the companionship, the conversation, the laughs, and the sex. It was sometime the next month when Bev asked me to come over to their house. I walked into the living room where it had all started to find Bev and Christie sitting on the sofa. I sat in a chair across from them. Christie had her head down, her hands between her knnes. I dropped my head. Oh shit. I looked up when I heard,

"I'm pregnant." Christie's head was still down, but she had a slight smirk on her face. I asked,

"Christie?" She looked up, then at her mother. Bev said,

"Not Christie, me." I sat back, my mouth dropping open. Christie said,

"I had my period. I kind of wish it was me." Bev put her hand on Christie's knee,

"No honey, no, that wouldn't be a good thing." I finally found my voice,

"Bev. You're sure? What now?"

"Now? I'll have a new baby. You?"

"Full responsibility. I don't have any children. We'd never. I thought it was me. I was so sure that's why..."

"Yes, you never did ask, either of us."

"I'm sorry."

"No need. I'm, happy."

"I'll marry you if that's what you want, for the baby."

"We'll think on that. Am I the person you want to spend your life with?"

"Yes, I could. I do think so. But I'll wait, if you want." Bev looked over at Christie,

"I think I'll wait, just a little longer, if you know what I mean."

"Mom, you mean. We can, but he'd be my step father."

"Not until I marry him. Just for a little while." I wasn't quite sure I was hearing correctly. It sure sounded like Bev wanted Christie and me to continue for awhile. "She's on the birth control now Jake. But I'd rather she not be out going crazy now. Teach her what she should expect and demand. we both owe you."

"You both don't owe me anything really. And you're going to give me a child to share and raise. I thought that was something I'd never have."

I went to sit with my two lovers. Holding Bev in my arms as Christie leaned against me. It was Christie who whispered,

"My hero."

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