Incest/Taboo Inheritance

"Just hold still for a few more minutes, Mr. Armstrong," Lisa, the CSI tech who had a knack for making a crime scene look as real as the real thing. Her hot breath flowed over the fake blood that she had just applied to the upper left temple along the hairline of Jesse's head to get the blood splatter of a gunshot wound.

"And this normally takes this long?" Jesse asked, keeping his eyes on the wall and not the woman's breasts that were inches from his face.

"It does," Lisa hummed as she applied the powder burns around the wound that was attached to his skin with some weak glue.

Jesse glanced out the corner of his right eye as he watched how Ruth and her partner made the blood pool he was about to lay in. He really did hope it didn't permanently stain his suit. Not that he couldn't buy billions of new ones, he'd just rather not. It was bad enough he had to wear them when he just wanted to be an average Joe. He's always felt suffocated in them.

"How's it looking, Lisa?" Ruth asked, walking over to them once their crime scene was ready to go.

"Need another hour, then he should be ready," Lisa said, ignoring Jesse's impatience.

"There just lay like that for a minute; I know it smells, just bear with it for a moment," John said, getting a full picture of Jesse as he laid on his right side like how anybody would fall after death. Stepping up to Jesse's head, telling Jesse not to blink as he snapped off a head shoot, then one of the bullet wound on Jesse's temple. "Okay, you can get up now," he stated, sending the pictures to Richard's burner phone. "That didn't take long," John muttered as Ruth and her partner helped Jesse to his feet.

"Yes! I knew I had a good feeling about you. I have your money. Where do you want to meet?"

"Same place, one hour," John texted, keeping his conversation short.

"Right. I'll be there." With that, John brought his phone to his ear as he called his boss telling him the meeting was set and where it would go down.

"Here, let's get you cleaned up," Ruth said, cleaning the fake blood out of Jesse's hair.

"So all that work for what? A few minutes of use? Don't you feel annoyed?" Jesse asked as Lisa carefully peeled the latex prop from his skin.

"Kind of, but I'm not here for my work to get noticed like that," Lise said, finally smiling at him.

The next Monday...

"Breaking News!" Darla and Frank sat at their breakfast table, discussing what their plans for the day were. They had been wondering where their son would've gone and why he was only communicating through Briana. They didn't have a problem filling in for Jesse; they learned quickly they couldn't change a thing about the way Jesse had transformed the business. All they could do was make sure it stayed on course. "In a week-long operation to bring in a recent violent group that has spun up in the past years, most were arrested along with the son of the late Greta Anderson, the widow of Bill Anderson, the founder of Greenworks Aerospace that has provided a constant source of jobs in this State, Richard Anderson was arrested on charges of conspiracy to commit mur*er and trying to hire a hitman to kill his second cousin, Jesse Lyle Armstrong who took over Greenworks after Ms. Anderson's death..."

"What!" Darla and Frank screamed as they both surged from their seats.

"I'm going to kill that bastard! No one hurts my boy!" Darla yelled, yet she felt her knees getting weak at the thought of her only son lying dead somewhere. While her anger was great, yet not so great to overpower the sorrow she was feeling at that moment.

"Shh, we'll figure out what's going on; I know Jesse can't be gone," Frank whispered as he held his weeping wife tightly to him as they knelt on the floor.

Elsewhere saw Patricia rushing back into her bedroom that morning as she was getting ready to head into Jesse's office since it was her day to oversee the office. Genuine tears formed in her eyes as her hand flew to her mouth. She knew Richard was greedy. However, she didn't think he would kill his own cousin. Only to have her eyes growing wider as they read another charge that was levied on Richard. The mur*er of Greta Anderson. Charles came running down the hall. He was about to leave for work when he heard his wife collapse on the floor of their bedroom.

Nevertheless, in Jesse's mansion, only tears flowed as Linda stared in downright shock with her hand over her mouth, muttering 'No Richard, how could you," only for her anger to roar as she launched to her feet. "You bastard, you dirty fucking bastard!" Linda screamed out at the TV as they perp-walked Richard to the courthouse to be arraigned. The glass of the TV shattered along with the thirty-thousand-dollar vase. She threw at it in her fit of rage, as Briana could only sob her heart out.

"You owe me for that." Linda shakily turned to peer behind her; Briana just leaped to her feet, her hands flying to her face. Barely containing her scream and sobs as she and her mother stared at Jesse, who just stood there with a happy smile on his face at the sight of the two of them.

"Jesse... Jesse!" Briana's body just took off, stepping onto the couch and using its back to leap into Jesse's arms, wrapping her arms and legs around him, shoving her tongue into his mouth to show him just how much she missed him and so very happy to know that he was alive.

"W-w-where have you been?!" Linda stammered as she walked on shaky legs around the couch.

"Police custody, still can't be seen in public yet, at least not until they know they got all the gang. Seems even if most of them were caught they'll still come after me if they know I'm alive. But with most of the ones involved behind bars, with their list of other crimes they have them on, they won't be getting bail. So the police snuck me here," Jesse said once he could breathe again. "I'm sorry, Linda, even I didn't think Richard would go this far," he uttered as Briana purposely slid her body down his and hugged Linda as she wrapped him in her embrace.

"I'm just happy that his evil didn't reach you," Linda said, holding him very tightly to her, giving thanks that he hadn't been harmed.

"Also, sorry about your house; it seems Richard is behind that as well," Jesse said, watching as Linda went on another profanity-laced rant.

"I'm so, so happy you're here," Briana said, hugging him all over again.

"Me too," Jesse said, rubbing her back.

"Whatcha doing, Jesse?" Briana asked as he pulled out his phone.

"Calling Mom and Dad if they saw the news... it better come from me," Jesse said, patting Briana's back before she let go.

"Jesse?! Please, oh God, please tell me this is you and not some sick-o getting his rocks off."

"Wow, damn, just what were you thinking happened to me, Mom?" Jesse responded, holding his phone away from his ear as his mother screamed.

"Darla, Darla, Darla! Hello, hello?! Who is this!" Jesse heard his father's protective voice coming over the line when Frank picked up his wife's phone.

"Hey, Dad, is Mom alright?"

"Jesse!"

"That would be what you named me," Jesse nodded against his phone.

"Just where have you been?!"

"Police custody. Couldn't tell anyone until they made their move, so is Mom?"

"She just fainted, is all. When we heard the news..." For a second, Jesse swore he heard his father choke back a sob, "we took it very hard. Now, to hear your voice... you don't know how happy it is to hear your voice." While his parents were very materialistic, he knew they loved him.

"When Mom wakes up, have her call. Better yet, tell her to come over since I can't be seen yet. I need her and Patrica to come over and fill me in on how the company has been since I've been out of contact," Jesse informed his father.

"Okay, when she comes to, I'll tell her, what do you mean you can't be seen yet?"

"There are still people out there that might still want me dead, so I was told to lay low until they caught them," Jesse repeated what Ruth had told him when they smuggled him to his house in one of the delivery vans that were constantly seen leaving the estate. "So don't tell anyone I'm with the living just yet."

"Don't worry, son, I won't, and I know your mother won't as well. We'll come over and have supper tonight."

"Sure, I'll tell Jerry to make his roast for us," Jesse said, hanging up his phone. "Bree, I need you to do something for me."

"Of course, Jesse," Briana answered, hugging his arm tighter to her body.

"I need you to call my tailor and order a new suit for me in the same color. Seems the fake blood they use did not come out in the dry cleaning," Jesse said, pointing to the dark spot on the right shoulder of his suit jacket. "Also, call Patricia for me and tell her to come over by noon. I'm going to go get a shower while I wait for them to get here. Also, you are buying me a new TV and a vase cousin," he spoke in a light hearted tone as he headed for the grand staircase.

Jesse was just standing in his very, very large shower; the white of the marble gleamed in the lights as the steam filled the room. There was no curtain to hide his nudity. He could never understand that when he moved in. He wondered if Greta did that so she wouldn't slip on one, given she had lived pretty much alone, and it would be hours before the staff would show up before she would have been found. He nearly leaped to the ceiling when he felt a pair of hands on his back. Before he could say a word, Linda kissed him with a need as her tongue rolled in his mouth.

"Shh, don't say a word, Jesse. We don't want anyone to know about what's about to happen," Linda said, running her hand down Jesse's wet chest. "I've known about you and my daughter for some time now. It's been so long since I've been with a man," she stated, watching that mind of his working behind his eyes. She knew Jesse wasn't an idiot. It was plain to see he was only putting on an act if you weren't looking too closely. She knew he had seen what their family was like so she knew he wouldn't be naive enough to think they would change. Since he'd been in charge of her mother's fortune, she knew he had faced the same no-stop nagging for money from one family member after another. "Please, let me have this," Linda whispered as she passionately kissed him once again, as her hand began to stroke him off. "Oh, Jesse, this is a fine cock you have," she cooed as her nails ran up and down his shaft as she gazed down at his hard member.

"I asked you to wait for me," Briana pouted as she stood in the bathroom doorway as she was quickly peeling off her shirt. She knew they didn't have much time, given how Patricia had said she was heading over to pick Darla up since Frank didn't think she was in any shape to drive. So that only gave them an hour at most to get the fucking they needed. As her shirt dropped to the floor a coy smile was on her lips as she gently pushed the door closed and locked it behind her, keeping anyone from interrupting them.

"Sorry, honey, but I got a little too excited," Linda said, dropping to a squat, her right hand held onto the base of his root, her eyes staring up at Jesse, who gave her a look to ask if she was really going to go through with it as his mushroom top neared her lips. To answer his unspoken question, she didn't hesitate to inhale his rod of man.

Briana's left hand reached across his body, turning his chin towards her; her brown eyes quivered as she rose onto the tips of her toes. Her hand brought him down to her before she sensuously kissed him. Not like the man she was fucking to help her mother out, but the man she was falling for. As their kiss deepened, she heard her mother gasping for breath when she pulled off his cock, then the sound of her salvia as she jacked Jesse off as she caught her breath. She felt Jesse starting to rock his hips as her mother's mouth glided along his hard pole.

"Jesse," Briana whispered breathlessly as Jesse began to fondle her breasts. "Yes, Jesse, you know how much I love it when you tease them," she whimpered, her hands resting on his biceps as she tilted her head back, enjoying the feel of his hands on her body. "But we don't have much time," she began to say as she pulled herself out of her bliss, "your mother and Aunt will be here within the hour, and Mom really needs you more right now, so I want you to give her the most orgasms you can, but you better let me have you back inside of me," Briana said, lowering herself to mirror her mother who passed her Jesse's cock which she didn't hesitate to take him into her mouth.

Linda was playing with herself to get her ready to be able to handle what Jesse was packing given her long drought. She had no wish to harm herself when he impaled her with his phallus. When she knew she was wet enough to take him into her hot paradise she walked over to the bench her mother had installed so she could wash herself when her legs weren't supporting her on her bad days. Bending over, placing her hands on the edge of the bench, hoping her grip wouldn't slip on the wet marble when Jesse was fucking her. "Jesse, please, take me, please give me the same pleasure that I've heard you giving my daughter," Linda pleaded as she peered back at her when her daughter was still teasing his cock with the tip of her tongue. She had noticed Briana hadn't taken her eyes off his eyes.

"Go on, she needs you now," Briana said sweetly, giving the tip of his cock a lingering kiss. She knew she would get her normal dose of sex later. At that moment, it was all about her mother. She watched how her mother's legs trembled as the years of solitude were getting to her mother, as Jesse ran the crown of his rod along and through her labia before her mother groaned out as Jesse eased into her hot mound.

"Give me a second, Jesse," Linda huffed as she reached back and stopped his advance. Feeling her walls clenching and unclenching as she grew accustomed to his size. Nodding her head when she was ready for the rest of him. "Fuck! Oh God, it's been so long," she moaned out as his fat rod rubbed against the sides of her canal. "Mmmhmm, give it to me, Jesse, make my pussy cream for you," Linda urged him on. Briana's hand covered her mouth when she grew a little too loud as Jesse really began to pound her. Within three minutes, she had came upon Jesse's cock after a decade of doing it herself.

"So, Mom, how are you enjoying that cock?" Briana asked, moving the best she could in front of her mother and showing off her wet pussy to her mother's eyes. "It's not a threesome if I'm not in it," she said, smiling down at her mother as Linda's eyes glanced up at her face and then back down to her pussy.

"Soooo much better than your father's," Linda spoke in a reverberating cadence as Jesse held onto her hair as he pounded her pussy before his hand pushed her head down and into her daughter's pussy. At first, she was a little hesitant since she'd never tasted another woman's sex, much less her own daughter's. Only to have Briana place her hand over Jesse's, and both pushed her the rest of the way.

"Mmmhmm, yes, Mom, lick me like that," Briana lusted as her hips rolled on her mother's tongue. Her brown eyes simmered in her hunger as she stared at Jesse. She listened to the slaps of his balls against her mother's sex. "Do it, Jesse, cum in my mother; I want to eat out her creamy pussy when you're deep inside of me," she stated. Since they were so deep in it, she didn't see why she couldn't see how Jesse's seed would taste mixed with her mother's nectar. She kept her mother tight against her mound as Jesse thrusted hard into her, watching how he was dumping his load into her. "Please, Jesse, I've missed you so much, don't leave me in my sorrow any longer," Briana pleaded, swaying her ass at him once she had gotten him hard again with her mouth and cleaned off her mother's cream from it.

How she loved it when he cradled her breasts in his hand when he would take her from behind. She just loved how they felt in his gentle caress. She knew he was fucking them hard and fast so they wouldn't be caught by Darla or Patricia or both, not knowing what they all had in common. Reaching between her legs as her tongue scooped out his cum from her mother's pussy she gently played with his balls which she knew he greatly enjoyed. She would normally reach back if she was riding him and tease his jewels, or she would suck on them while she jacked him off. She just loved the look in his eyes when she would do that for him. She heard him panting as he slowly pulled his sensitive cock out of her velvety glove. With a quick rinse, the three of them cleaned off the vestiges of their sex off of each other's bodies.

"Jesse, do you need me to do anything?"

"Yeah, need you to head into the office, talk to Brinda, and see if she can get me a secure laptop so I can work here while I wait for them to finish up their case," Jesse said as he dressed in his normal casual wear which was just a t-shirt and faded jeans. He was not expecting Linda to mold herself to him as she draped her body over his. Hearing her moan of want as he took hold of her ass once she was dressed as they kissed, showing him her appreciation for the wonderful time in the shower.

"Thank you, Jesse. You don't know how much I needed that. I had forgotten what a good dicking was like. Since it appears you and my daughter aren't going to stop any time soon, would you mind if we continue this while I live here until the insurance pays out?" Linda asked, looking hungrily at the man who had given her some of the best orgasms anyone, even herself, had given her. While the house wasn't a total loss, the skeleton structure suffered minor damage, so they weren't going to tear it down. They would pay to have her home repaired to its once pristine state. However, she wondered if she even wanted to move back when she knew she would have to drive across the city just to get her booty call in.

"Sure, don't see why not," Jesse uttered with a shrug as he walked out of his bedroom, not seeing how Linda's eyes stared holes in his ass only to be playfully smacked on her arm by her daughter. That was when a scream of 'Jesse!' filled the house as Darla and Patricia had arrived sooner than either of them thought. "Mom, what's..." Jesse's words died in his throat as he walked down the stairs, seeing the tears streaking down his mother's cheeks before she ran across the grand entranceway and thundered up the stairs, nearly knocking him down when she crashed into him.

"Oh baby, oh my baby boy, I thought I lost you," Darla whispered between her sobs as she held onto her son. She wasn't about to let him go. Then, the imprints of her lipstick-covered lips marred Jesse's face as she kissed every inch of it. "Richard didn't lay a hand on you, did he?"

"What? No, you know he's too much of a coward to get physical with me," Jesse said, finally prying his mother's arms apart. "Come, we need to talk," he ordered, waving for Patricia to follow when he got down to the ground floor.

"What do you want to talk about, Jesse?" Patricia asked when she was the last one to enter his office slyly locking the door. With Darla never leaving more than six inches between her and her son, she really didn't need to be sneaky about it with how her sister was blocking her son's line of sight.

"I need you two to continue to act as my proxies until this whole mess is settled."

"What do you mean when it's settled? Richard's in jail, so are those people he was going to pay to have you..." Darla couldn't bring herself to utter the last word.

"Not all of them. The Detectives who were guarding me told me they tend to pride themselves on finishing the job they're paid for, even if most of them are in lockup. So I can't be seen in public yet. I have no wish to die, so I'm going to lay low for a while until they tell me everything is all clear. So, I need you to be my eyes and ears in the office until I can reveal myself. Can you two do that for me?" Jesse asked as he leaned against the front edge of his desk.

"Of course, honey, we don't mind continuing like we've been, do we, sis?" Darla asked, looking over at her sister.

"I don't have a problem with that. Does that mean we can call you now?"

"You can just not on my phone. Use these. If someone is monitoring my cell phone activity, they might assume I'm still alive," Jesse said, holding out the two burner phones Ruth had bought for him with the cash he had on hand when they brought him back to his house. "I've already programmed the burner number the cops gave me into them. It goes without saying, do not tell anyone I'm still kicking."

"We won't," Darla said, looking through the phone her son had given her. While she was very, very happy that her son was safe, her womanly side brightened when she knew she could have a very sensual relationship with her son without her husband being able to read their text messages like Frank is able to do with the phone plan they shared.

For three hours, they spoke about the happenings of his company that they didn't have time to do with the limited calls they had at odd hours. They didn't understand why at first, but now that everything was out in the open, they could understand Jesse's need for it. Once their business talks were over, Darla and Patricia proceeded to show Jesse how much their pussies missed his hard steel rod.

A month later...

Jesse strolled through the courthouse, shocking the news reporters who were there to cover the case. His high-priced suit sat tightly to his body. Given that he couldn't go anywhere, he spent a lot of time in his home gym or in bed fucking his mother, aunt, Linda, and Briana, just not all at once. He was glad that the storage tank that the H3 was held in withstood the reentry and the landing when it returned to Earth last week. So far, from what Brinda had been emailing him about the test they had been running on the isotope from what he gathered the preliminary findings were extremely promising. He knew all the family had already arrived ahead of him.

Jesse wanted to make a grand entrance; he also wanted to see the look on Richard's face when he walked into that courtroom. Jesse had emptied out Richard's trust and transferred what was in it to Linda's to help her recoup some of what her brother had stolen from her. He was just happy Greta and Bill weren't alive to see what had become of their son. He knew if he had been there with Greta when she was murdered, he wouldn't have allowed that to happen, even if it meant him dying in the process. He saw the heads of his family turning as he pushed open the doors of the courtroom as he stepped into the room. Clearly, seeing the surprise on most of their faces, he could assume they thought he was dead if the looks of sadness were any indication. Since he currently didn't have a will, that would mean his estate and fortune would be divvied up among them.

"Well, seems I know who was looking forward to my death," Jesse said coldly as he walked past the benches that his family sat on. "I'll keep that in mind when it comes to my will," he stated as dozens of heads dropped in shame.

"Jesse," Briana waved to him from her seat up in front, "I saved you a spot."

"Thanks, I really want to see that look on his face," Jesse said, unbuttoning his lower button before he sat down beside her sandwiched between Briana and her mother.

"Neither can I," Linda said, placing her hand on his right knee. "I'm hoping I can talk to the prosecutor into asking for the death penalty." Jesse just nodded along; he, too, was seeking that. However, he wasn't going to wait years and years for Richard to be executed by the State. He owed Greta too much to allow her killer to remain alive for a day longer. When he had been hidden away, he had Briana find out what she could about Maximilian Daysome, remembering their encounter at the country club his family are members of. Who he had paid a visit to two hours before showing up at the courthouse. When Max opened the door, he didn't see the surprise on the man's face that he was alive. Max just asked in an emotionless tone what he wanted and why he was disturbing him. When Jesse asked if he knew how to reach out and touch someone in the clink, that did get a smile out of the man. Unlike Richard's plan, he knew his was going to work given Max's background. They agreed on a price, and Max informed him he would be in touch. He felt the touch on his shoulders, peering behind him and seeing his father and mother smiling at him.

"All rise for the Honorable Judge Henson," the bailiff spoke loudly as he stood by the judge's bench. Once the man walked out of his chambers, Richard, cuffed in handcuffs and leg irons, shuffled through the door where the cells were located.

"No!" Richard roared out upon seeing Jesse alive and well.

"Seems you just can't trust anyone these days, isn't that right, Richard," Jesse spoke darkly as he glared murderously at his cousin.

"How could you, Richard! You took my mother from me!" Jesse and a few others had to restrain Linda from launching herself over the railing and gouging out Richard's eyes.

"Order! Order in this court! If you can't control yourself in my courtroom I will have you tossed from these proceedings," Judge Henson spoke in a controlled voice as he pointed his gavel at Linda. Once the commotion was over, the trial got underway. It only took the State three days to find Richard guilty and another hour for the jury to agree with the State before Richard was sent back to his cell to begin his life sentence. A week after the trial, the news reported on the death of Richard Anderson, who said he had been caught in a prison riot and didn't survive his injuries. No one claimed his body; his ashes were scattered over Potters Field, the city maintained for those who had no family to claim them.

Ten years later...

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen," Jesse spoke into the microphone as he stood on stage for the grand opening of his MLAS that had just been completed a few months ago. After intensive testing and multiple test launches, it was finally ready to send people into space. Looking behind him as Briana, now in her late twenties, smiled lovingly at him. Neither she nor her mother had moved out of his house when her own had been rebuilt. Linda simply rented it out to a young couple who still lived there to this day. His mother and father sat in the front row with very proud smiles on their faces. Patrica sat next to them with her husband Charles and their son (technically, it was Jesse's, given she had got pregnant right after the trial). The majority of his family he'd become estranged with, with how they reacted to the news of him being alive. "Ten years ago, Greenworks launched a rocket to the Moon in hopes we could find a way to leap the human race into the future.

After a few setbacks and some accidents, I'm happy to announce we have perfected the use of H3 that will be used to power the whole world in the years to come. No more will there be protests over coal, the use of natural gas that now powers our power plants. Those days are over. As we speak in a joint adventure with the Federal government, we at Greenworks are building the first-ever H3 power plant that will provide enough power to suit everyone's needs on the planet. And to do that, we built this!" Jesse spoke, his right arm waved towards the launcher. "After tests and tests on the system to ensure we could reach that sea of stars. Where our future is, where we must expand into space if we wish this green and blue world of ours will be here in the years to come. As we speak a team from NASA is prepping for the very first flight to build the space station that will be a staging post for future exploration into deep space. Also, it will supply the world with this new form of clean energy!"

As the last word left his lips, the sled of the new shuttle his company had built took off. Its rockets and the lack of friction shot the bird down the launcher at high speeds. Turning his head, watching the sled falling into the sea like it was meant to once it was detached from the shuttle as it rocketed towards space powered by the new engine his R&D department had developed to run on H3. The sounds of their thunderous claps rang out in the morning air as all stood staring up at the disappearing shuttle. He knew this couldn't have happened so quickly if it wasn't for Spencer Ryan's new version of the code he had bought from him over a decade ago that was running the storage of the supercomputer that managed the systems of the launcher. Also, if it wasn't for Spencer's warning about a spy in his company he knew Snyder Enterprises would steal all the technology they had invented just for this day to come to be.

"With that, I'll allow the scientists here that made this day happen to explain all that went into this," Jesse said, stepping away, noting a few government people within the crowd. His eyes glanced to the left of him as Briana was right in step with him as he climbed down the stairs of the stage.

"That was good, Jesse," Briana said. Her fingers slyly reached over to his hand, brushing lightly along the side of his hand. While she did get her master's degree, she just couldn't leave Jesse all alone when she knew she could combat his loneliness when most were out for his money. Which now had ballooned to the tune of twenty billion dollars. She never told a single person in the family how much he really had. She knew it would be poor of her, as his wife, to spill that news to their family when Greta had purposely kept everyone in the dark. While most of the family didn't know about their relationship, except her mother, Darla, and Patricia, they kept their touches to a minimum around them.

"Thanks, you did write it after all," Jesse mused with a coy smirk on his lips as he noted her rosy cheeks.

"No, I just helped you tighten it up," Briana said, brushing her brunette hair behind her ear before a scream of 'Mommy!' rang out in the air. Their three-year-old daughter raced towards her with her arms outstretched. "Greta, I told you you were supposed to stay with Jesse's mother," she said, picking up her daughter.

"But... I wanted to be up there with you and daddy," Greta pouted, who had been named after Briana's grandmother.

"I know, baby, but it was really important, and you don't want to interrupt your daddy, now do you?" Briana asked, smiling sweetly at her daughter, who shook her head before she reached out for Jesse. Briana just gazed at the two of them as Jesse chatted away with her before they were swarmed by a field of reporters. "I'll take her. You talk to these nice people, tonight; I want you to put another baby in me," she whispered into Jesse's ear as she took their daughter into her arms.
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