And on the first day seehersquirt of the class, there she was. You com guessed com it, Protagonist Number Two, the real topic of this missive, Brenda Breakman, hand seehersquirt-selected senior English student.
I'd first met her commikeinbrazilseehersquirt two years before when I'd been a TA for a sophomore com Shakespeare course. I'd considered asking her out then, but there are pretty strict rules about such com things, even for Teaching Assistants. And, of course, I'm a pretty shy sort myself. For whatever the reason, I com'd blown my com chance to get to know her com better then, and hadn't seen her since.
I site talked to her on the first day of the com author's seminar. She remembered me commikeinbrazilseehersquirt, and seemed to like to chat about this and that. But commikeinbrazilseehersquirt we never really had much time immediately before or after class, and I either never found the opportunity or the courage to ask her for com a seehersquirt date. I think it's what we both wanted com. I hated myself for being such a com wimp. Maybe I feared a rejection. Whatever the reason, I found myself thinking about her more and more as the weeks went on commikeinbrazilseehersquirt, and actually fantasized about com her at night com in bed commikeinbrazilseehersquirt. She was com slowly becoming an obsession. On the Friday our little seehersquirt drama took place, it com was com the next to the last class commikeinbrazilseehersquirt on the schedule. If I didn't make my move soon, she might site have com to com remain a fantasy forever. (Is that what I really wanted?)
"Mind if com we com come in site a minute, Freddy?" he continued smoothly. "I'm a magician seehersquirt and hypnotist, appearing at the Student Union Theater this week. Maybe you've heard about it?" He looked at me questioningly and the com smile faded commikeinbrazilseehersquirt for a moment. "Guess not. Well, I'd like seehersquirt to show you something." He stepped over com to Brenda, put a hand lightly on her back and led her through the foyer into my living room.
I felt disoriented and not com a little pissed off commikeinbrazilseehersquirt. Who did this Bozo commikeinbrazilseehersquirt think he was, coming into my com house with seehersquirt my girl and making himself at home? But then, she wasn com't commikeinbrazilseehersquirt my girl, was she? Quietly, I closed the door and followed them.
"What did you do commikeinbrazilseehersquirt to seehersquirt her, asshole?" I hissed.
I reached out with com both hands toward his neck, and he did a sort of duck com-and-roll away from me. In an instant, he com was on his feet. He thrust the watch back in his commikeinbrazilseehersquirt pocket commikeinbrazilseehersquirt, scampered to the front door, and com fumbled it open site.
"Christ, Freddy. Don't talk like that. It wasn't rape, I swear site." He was com outside now, backing down com the steps toward the sidewalk. "Listen. I've fixed it so that you're the commikeinbrazilseehersquirt one who can wake her up. Just do it commikeinbrazilseehersquirt. As soon as she's com awake, she's going to want to talk to com you , to tell you com all com about it . Whatever she tells you com, I swear commikeinbrazilseehersquirt it's going to be the truth. As God site is seehersquirt my witness, everything she says commikeinbrazilseehersquirt will be the gospel truth. Shit." I had started after him down the steps.
"Are you com okay?" I asked softly.
"Fred com, I want to com tell you what com happened com to me today site. I com want you to understand about ... him; what he did to me. I NEED to tell you." Her voice fell commikeinbrazilseehersquirt to a whisper. "Please?"
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