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Christ Give Me Strength
It was part naivety and part stubbornness on my part to think her mama wouldn't catch wind of it too soon. It was why, ever since the first ride, I'd also gone above and beyond not to be seen with anyone else but her on my bike. It may have been reckless to continue doing so, but I wasn't stupid. Despite the unrelenting temptation, and knowing about the age of consent now, I was still too damned scared to lay a hand on her. I wasn't sure what I was more afraid of: her mother raising hell or falling even harder. Only time our bodies touched was when she was on my bike, and she was doing most of the touching. Aside from the unspoken understanding we clearly had now, I'd neither done nor said anything inappropriate that could have her mother trying to put an end to us. Afraid or not, I was
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