America, the land of rosy apples and snowstorms, beckoned, and she wanted to fly thitherward. This isn’t the place. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness. Girls who had envied her former position as John’s amour passed no opportunity to utter cryptic remarks as she sat in Study Hall, walked down hallways, or rinsed her hands in the bathroom. Ramage demurred. So am I. You are my prisoner, murderer. To even presume a lustful thought about her was to ask for one’s own death. She pulled his shirt from its tucked belted state and snaked her hands around his waist. They had not proceeded far when a low moan was heard. Lucy and Mike watched the exchange of high school Spanish with feigned interest.
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