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The next two eventful days of Garrett and Erin's love.

"I think she has something she wants to say to you."

As it turned out, I simply traded rooms with Erin. We smiled at each other as we passed by. I took a seat across from her mother. She was staring off in the distance with a wistful look on her face.

"Still hard for me to believe Erin's old enough to be sexually active," she said, probably to me, but possibly also to no one in particular. I wasn't sure how to respond, so I didn't.

Alice took one of my hands and folded it into hers. "But since my daughter is, and because she's chosen to share herself with someone that way, then I'm glad it's you," she said to me as she looked me right in the eye. "You're a fine young man, Garrett, and the only one I can think of who is deserving of the precious gift she gave to you. My Erin has always thought you were someone special. I don't know what she would be like if you had never been part of her life."

I shuddered a little at the intensity of her praise. It was nice to hear, it was just a lot to take in all at once. "Thank you," I quietly replied. "She's very special to me, too. Always has been."

"Promise me one thing, Garrett. Can you do that for me?"

"What's that?"

I stood up at her request and she pulled me into a powerful embrace. "Take care of my baby. Please. Erin... she's all I have left..."

I felt her tears drip on to my shirt. My stomach tied itself up tight in knots. While I appreciated the support my parents and Erin's mother were giving us, they were also unwittingly adding pressure on an already highly charged situation. It was asking a lot for two eighteen-year-olds to handle. I just hoped I didn't let anybody down.

To the relief of Erin and I, there was no further drama that evening. Erin and I kissed briefly yet sweetly before she and her mother said their goodbyes and went home. I turned in to bed early, totally drained from everything that had happened over the last two days. Even so, without the warmth of Erin at my side, without her there to talk and whisper sweet nothings to, without her body available to me to caress, to hold close to mine, it was a long time before I fell asleep.

Friday, November 2nd, 7:57am

I was back at school, standing in front of my locker, dressed according to the code laid down by Coach on game days; a crisp, clean white dress shirt, black dress pants, dress shoes and a royal blue tie, emblematic of our school colours. The butterflies were already flying in formation in my stomach, but having played big-time high school football for some years now I was used to this sensation. It was all a part of the game day rituals with which I was so familiar.

I slammed the locker door with a bang and, sure enough, Erin was there. Wearing a deep violet blouse which matched her eyeliner, nail polish and lipstick, a short plaid skirt with purple inlaid with the black and white pattern, sheer black stockings and short, high-heeled black boots, she looked like the gothic version of a Lolita-type schoolgirl. I was awestruck by the vision before me, and I was pretty sure I'd soon have a bulge in my pants that would show my appreciation.

"Wow, Erin," I said in quiet admiration. "You look incredible."

She moved in front of me and ran her hand up and down my tie. "Thank you, Gare. You look pretty great yourself. You're so handsome and sexy all dressed up."

"Thanks." After a moment's hesitation, I decided I really needed my curiosity satisfied. "Erin, can I ask you something?"


"How do you do it?"

"Do what?" Erin took a step back and asked innocently.

"Don't play coy with me little girl!" I replied playfully. "How do you manage to show up at my locker all the time without me hearing you?"

She giggled and said in a sing-song voice, "I'll never tell!"

I laughed out loud, even though she wouldn't answer my question. Maybe one day.

"Come here, you," I told her. She did, and we kissed.



"I have something for you.

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