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“I think I love you,” she murmured. He refused to speak first. XXX He took her face in his hands, kissed her forehead, then kissed each of her eyelids. He looked at her, only this time he really saw her. Jason could still wear it to school, but he had to keep it in his locker, lest any of the fragile little teenage minds be triggered by its presence. He had a few close friends at school—Matt, a tall, gangly, Marilyn Manson look-alike and Ron, a stocky, bearded outcast who wore Rob Zombie t-shirts, but mostly listened to Pink Floyd. She smiled. Afterwards, the woman kissed his forehead and thanked him, and disappeared. He felt her hands struggling with the buttons on his jeans and winning, pushing them down along with his boxers. She was struggling to catch her breath, but she murmured, “No one… has ever given me… a orgasm before…”
He smiled; it was the greatest compliment he had ever received.