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chose not to remind her that she didn’t, that it was Dad’s idea, not hers. 
    Sean called me again as we were walking into the store. “What are you doing?” he asked. 
    “I’m at the store with my mom.”
    “Honey, who is that?” Mom asked. I ignored her.
    “Do both your parents work tomorrow?” he asked.
    “Yeah.” I knew exactly where he was going with that question.
    “Good. You want to come over in the morning?”
    I felt a shiver in my thighs. Against my better judgment I agreed. He promised to call me as soon as his mother left for work. 
    “Who was that?” Mom asked.
    “Just Sean .”
    “You two have spent a lot of time together since the dance,” she observed. “Is it serious?”
    “Not really .”
    “Just be careful . Sean is a nice boy, but he’s had a lot of problems. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
    She was such a freaking hypocrite. She was tripping over herself with glee when I agreed to go to the dance with him. He was an acceptable date as long as it was in the name of charity. I felt defensive all of a sudden.
    “Yeah, he’s had a few problems, but seriously, everyone made a much bigger deal over it than it really was. He’s doing really well now,” I insisted. Sean was doing well. Sure, he played OwlBane, but at least he stayed away from Tales of Andrometis. Since I’d been spending a lot of time with him, he said he hardly ever played his online game. In fact, he was doing so well, he’d stopped taking all his medication.
    By eight o’clock on Wednesday morning, I was naked in his bed. He approached me with a joyful passion he’d never before displayed. It was better that time. I strongly suspected he’d been up half the night watching online videos of questionable content in an attempt to get some pointers. I wasn’t quite ready to shed my insecurities enough to approach our lovemaking with reckless abandon, but there were parts I enjoyed. His roving tongue, his kneading hands, probing fingers, gasping cries of release, were not nearly as repulsive as they’d been the day before.
    W hen it was over, when he nuzzled his sweaty forehead into the hollow of my neck, when he told me how much he loved me, it was worth it. “Was it better this time?” he asked. 
    “Yes,” I replied . “It’ll be better each time.” I’d come to terms with the fact that this would indeed occur on a regular basis and I was okay with it. I loved him more each time we came together. I felt a closeness I’d never experienced with anyone. 
    We slept for a while and awoke to the sound of the front door opening. Rattling keys, a sigh of exhaustion, and his mother’s voice, “Sean, are you home?” sent terror straight to my heart. 
    I grasped the covers tightly to my chest as Sean whispered, “Oh, shit. I don’t know if I locked my door.”
    He didn’t. His bedroom door flew open and his mother’s shocked gaze collided with mine. Her expression morphed from disbelief to resignation.
    “If her parents find out, I knew nothing about it,” she said softly. She turned away and shut the door behind her.
    “Oh, my God. I gotta get out of here,” I hissed. I’d never felt such humiliation in all my life. 
    “You heard her. She’s fine with it,” Sean insisted, pulling me against him. “She just doesn’t want your parents to think she condones it. If they find out, she’ll say she had no idea.”
    “I’ll never be able to look her in the eyes again,” I whispered.
    “Seriously. She doesn’t care. She’s probably happy I have a girlfriend. She wanted me to participate in normal teenage activities, right?” he joked trying to lighten the mood. “Hey, we’re both eighteen. We’re technically adults. Adults have sex. No big deal.”
    “I just want to go home .”
    “O kay.” He kissed my forehead. “Whatever you say.” 
    “Turn around,” I demanded. Getting dressed was way more uncomfortable than getting undressed. Maybe because the undressing occurred in the