She enthusiastically pressed her lips to mine, and I could feel her heart beat growing wild as we continued. “That… But the crying never came. I came back up to her and she looked at me with her bright blue eyes, a smile on her face. But I forced myself to quit after that second sniff and placed the undies in the washing machine with the bra and nothing else. “Harder, harder” she whispered. I quickly finished off what remained of my stew and took both of our bowls to the kitchens without another word. At the time, I was about eight years her senior; a twenty-three year old man with a sixteen year old girl wasn’t as creepy or socially taboo as it would be if I was forty or fifty-something, but it could still send my happy ass to prison for a long time. Oddly, pulling away was the last thing on my mind.
