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  1. All the handholds of the tree are familiar. I don’t even have to
  2. knock on the second story window. It opens. He’s been waiting for
  3. me. The first time, I had to force him. The second time I had to beg.
  4. I’m relieved I don’t have to do that anymore, but part of me hates him
  5. for not resisting.
  6. “I need more,” I say.
  7. “Ok…ok,” he says. “I can stay home sick tomorrow. I hate algebra
  8. anyway.”
  9. This part is always awkward. I take off my college letterman jacket,
  10. and we both sit on his bed, a body’s width apart. Silence. Then we lean
  11. in clumsily, moving in the wrong directions — neck? wrist? somewhere
  12. else? — smiling politely like the people who keep cutting each other off,
  13. trying to pass in a cramped hall.
  14. Neck. Teeth. Then all awkwardness drains away. It’s so good.
  15. He moans in my ear. I muffle a moan that vibrates his throat.
  16. He breathes heavily. He holds on to me to keep from falling, and
  17. I gently lay us down. I can feel him stiffening. A flailing hand
  18. unintentionally clutches my breast, grasping and kneading, and
  19. the nipple stiffens, and my body never reacts like that anymore,
  20. except in this moment, and it’s so, so sweet. I drink, and we gently
  21. grind against each other, because what else can you do to keep
  22. from floating away? He gasps and shudders — a little death, just
  23. a little death — and I press his face against my shoulder to keep
  24. it quiet. I could drink down all of him, but I stop.
  25. We’re lying parallel on the bed, both breathing. Both warm
  26. and smiling and any troubles are a million light-years away. Then
  27. the mood cools and congeals into something sticky. We both
  28. startle and jump up, like we’ve just been caught in the bathroom.
  29. I’ve got my jacket on.
  30. “Also…” I say. “I need…”
  31. He opens a wallet with Spider-Man on it, and hands me
  32. his last ten spot. It breaks my heart, even more than the blood,
  33. because what the hell else could I possibly take from him?
  34. “This is the last time,” I say. It’s such a pretty lie. I jump
  35. up on the windowsill, the air feels good and I need to get
  36. outside. I don’t turn back. “Tell mom and dad I said hi.”
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