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he didn’t know, but he made an exception in this case. The girl had been rude first.
    Just as he touched her shoulder, she turned around. Though Nathan suspected Sarah might be the girl whose face was elusive to him, it wasn’t her after all. It was Mrs. Jacqueline McCarthy. Her expression was identical to the one she had made earlier that day except for one difference. Her eyes glowed in a way that pierced straight through Nathan until he felt an uneasy shriek emerge from deep inside him.
    The shriek was not real. Nor was the rest of the beach scenario. Nathan awoke in bed. He was as he had left himself before he entered the dream world except for one noticeable difference. Under his covers was a massive erection. While he was shaken from the dream, one thing was clear. Thought he was confused, he could not deny he had been enjoying his slumber. This had been no nightmare.
    Despite Nathan’s apparent enjoyment of the dream his brain had concocted, he was unable to fall back asleep for some time. The dream kept replaying itself in his mind over and over. Each time the dream would take an extra-long pause at the sight of Jacqueline’s face so Nathan could stare into those eyes again and again. He felt befuddled, but he wasn’t sure this was a bad thing.
    Sometime later, Nathan fell back asleep. If there had been a dream again, he would not remember it in the morning. It was unlikely he had dreamt of Mrs. McCarthy again or else he would have remembered. There was also no erection. Not even the occasional “morning wood” that many males have in the a.m. hours.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 7
     
     
    Nathan had breakfast with the Thompson family. He talked to Elizabeth and Piper about their softball game. He feigned an attempt to show genuine excitement at the shaky recap provided by Piper, but this pleasant sentiment sailed over the heads of the girls. They weren’t so sure about all the rules of softball, but they liked that their cousin was interested in their activities.
    Aunt Cassidy saved Nathan from the world of peewee softball by asking, “What are your plans for the day? Are you hanging out with Griffin? Do you want to come to the club?” She often presented many questions all at once. She had not mastered the art of talking to a teenager just yet.
    “Possibly. I think I’m going to go to the library for a bit and do some work. Finals start in a week and I want to end on a good note. If I finish with that and it’s nice out, I’ll be sure to drop by.”
    He then dug in to blueberry, banana, and chocolate chip pancakes that had been prepared by Uncle Martin. While Nathan found his uncle’s taste in television rather abhorrent, he did have a few recipes worthy of some praise.
    Nathan took longer than usual to get ready. His mind kept returning to the dream he had the night before. He didn’t try to analyze it, as he was just happy to relive it in his head over and over as if there was some sort of expiration date on it.
    A vibration coming from his cell phone interrupted the thirtieth or thirty-first replay of his dream. Nathan checked to see that Griffin had texted him.
     
    Come visit the store later, I will be bored.
     
    Nathan would consider this request, but he did not feel obliged to visit.
    He didn’t like most of the clothes in the store Griffin worked at, and his visits were often disturbed by customers. Griffin would remind him this was the point of working, which begged the question of why Nathan would make the trek to his store in the first place.
    Nathan packed two bags in preparation for the library. He brought his laptop and some books for school in one bag. In another, he put his swimsuit, a towel, and goggles in case he decided to go for a swim. He wasn’t completely sure he wanted to put himself in a position where the urge to do so would become irresistible.
    He poured the remainder of the coffee from the pot into a to-go mug and said goodbye to his aunt. Nathan hadn’t