It was a hot and sunny Wednesday afternoon. We lay in bed together, napping, listening to my most recent mix CD. She rested her head on my shoulder and I brushed her hair from her face. We weren't supposed to be together, which I had tried to explain to her. I was supposed to be (at least, in my own mind) the image of proper behaviour, a model of moral rightousness for the others. But she refused to give up and I always found her waiting for me in my bed. That tenacity, combined with her coy, demure demeanor, not to mention those freckles, made her very hard to resist. But somehow I did. In the end, my sense of duty won out over my desire for her, although it was far from a flawless victory. When that song came on, she sang the chorus softly in my ear and drove me crazy.
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