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Ravishing the Girl Next Door
You’re imagining it, aren’t you?
I could tell you her name — but do I want to give up the secret?
Maybe you’re better off not knowing. I don’t know what kind of person you are. You’re here for a story, I imagine, and you don’t want to be kept waiting. I can already imagine you sitting back and twitching with telltale impatience.
I was like you, once, before I wised up.
A lot had to happen for me to reach that point.
But we’ll get there.
A story like this brews for a bit before it’s ready.
I’ll set the scene for you — with enough details to keep you happy while allowing us to stay anonymous. You never know who might be watching or listening. This town’s always going to have an ear out to write down a laundry list of somebody else’s sins. And then those tidbits will go to the highest buyer. That’s just the kind of place this is.
She and I? We deserved better. So much better.
I still remember the first time I saw her — a fleeting glimpse on the one street that made up the sorry little patch we called downtown. She was poetry bound up in a lovely white summer dress that hugged every inch of her, and I found my eyes tracing the way she walked. Away from me, of course. Wasn’t…
