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It's like a drug...
The first time was in my room in the middle of the night. I woke up and Lonnie was kissing me. The clock said 3:13. Her face was spectral in its dim red light. Then I could only feel her. It was different than any time I'd done it myself. My head was swimming, I felt disembodied, transported bodily, like being caught in a powerful current, having no control and wanting none. It broke and I didn't want anything but it again...
like a drug...
Strategy:
-Sleepovers are good but there have been close calls
-The basement is good but cold and smelly
-My car is good but riskier still, + cramped.
Someday we won't have to sneak around anymore.