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XVI The next few weeks went by fast and nothing happened between Mr. Morgan and I. I came after school to TA and other than the occasional hand brush passing papers it was normal. We didn't talk except for the casualties and I didn't want to. The awkward tension seemed to stay but it got to the point where we were used to it. The bruises on my arm went away a week later and I haven't worn a long sleeve since. But now that it's the beginning of October fall has taken place. Making the air cooler and enough to wear a jacket outside. Dean and I had s*x since then only once and it was still uncomfortable. The pain stopped but no pleasure replaced it. It was just awkward for me but he didn't seem to notice. I decided not to tell my friends and they didn't really ask, for that I was grateful.