She opened her eyes, glowing, exhausted.

"Fuck. What am I going to do with you?"

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Making Plans

Three months later Rachel was in college. These were our emails, of preparations for a weekend together:

To Rachel: Sweet girl, you have a way of touching me, so many things I love about you. So playful, such a girl woman, so female, soft, but with sting. I can see the fire in your eyes, and the water, the smoke, the smolder. The dark eyebrows framing your eyes, your white teeth, the turned up corners of your mouth. Your small neck, how you turn your cheek to the side as I caress...