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"You’re drunk," he announced "Tomorrow you’ll wake up in your warm bed and not even reto throb, pulse right at the te so between ot to campus and then I’d tell hi consciousness I’d remember I’d remember his na to realize that I was naked Well Mostly I earing aze shot around the roohWhere the hell was I?

The bed was big and cole bed back in the dor I had back home, but I spent so little tie to ood, too Like soap and freshly laundered sheets

I racked ht before Not too difficult I wasn’t so drunk that I couldn’t re me And I remembered Shaw

Shaw

Oh Hell He was i brand Shaho’d offered to drive me home I closed my eyes in a slow, pained blink And I’d accepted that offer I’d gotten into his truck--in the truck of soerous biker boy

I yanked up the covers and looked down at my body as if I could identify evidence ofwell Sex

My eyes burned, tears prickling the back ofin his truck And--God--I had licked his throat What happened after that?

My body looked the sa hps that just barely savedlike an eleven-year-old boy Less than i no led around, trying to detect any difference, any physical sensation that ht’s activities I ainst the backs of my eyes as the possibility sank in that maybe I had and didn’t even know it God I was trapped in an episode of 60 Minutes

This shouldn’t have happened I shouldn’t be here

My flight instinct kicked in I needed to get out of here I scanned the roo for le rooht streamed in frolass doors to the left of the bed granted lilinted off the bare, ice-crusted branches of a large tree just beyond this door