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shoulders, I propelled him to his back, pulled myself ravenously on top of his well-sculpted body, and captured all of him inside me with one rough, abrupt movement. I was rapid. Impatient as I moved back and forth, creating the friction I craved.
 
    I leaned forward, commanding him to thrust in and out of me furiously while my orgasm built steadily and forcefully. Teetering on the edge, I felt as if I could explode in an instant.
     
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    Unfortunately, the sound of my alarm interrupted my erotically blissful slumber. I hit the snooze button before closing my eyes, hoping to pick up where I had just left off.
     
    But, it was useless. Why were men the only ones who were granted the pleasure of wet dreams?
 
    My mind was a tornado of thoughts. Sexual. Confusing.
     
    But also surprisingly certain. My dream had added new clarity to my recent desires. I had been the aggressor in my fantasy: a sure sign that I could no longer criticize myself for my physical passions. I shivered at the reality that I might even have to learn to embrace them.
     
    However, despite my newfound revelation, there was still one question that remained unanswered.
 
    Why had the man in my dream been Adam?
     

Eleven
     
    When I arrived at work Thursday morning, I felt invigorated. And free. The bullshit dread was gone. I would accept what the day brought me. And if it brought me Max, so be it.
     
    I was again embroiled in a hearty discussion about the characters in The Outsiders during fourth period, when I heard my classroom door open.
 
    “Sorry to interrupt, Miss Hamilton, but I wanted to stop by and check on my hockey players.”
     
    I scanned the sea of super-geeks, uncoordinates, and shadow-fearers before me.
     
    “None of these students play hockey,” I said, confused.
     
    “Oh, then . . . does anyone in here want to play hockey?”
     
    Crickets.
 
    “Okay , then. Uh, Miss Hamilton, could I speak to you for a second?”
 
    Here we go.
 
    I took a deep breath, plastered a smile on my face, and began walking toward the door.
     
    “Certainly, Mr. Samson.”
     
    Once outside, he pushed the door closed. Then, he turned to me, wearing a mischievous grin.
     
    “You know all the boys in that room want to fuck you right? They probably fantasize about it all day. And night. Some of the girls probably do, too.”
 
    Wait, did I just hear him right? Gross!
 
    “That’s . . . the most inappropriate thing I’ve ever heard. And, considering some of the vulgarities that have already come out of your mouth, that’s really saying something.”
 
    “Well, I’m nothing if not truthful.” He acted like this was a sufficient explanation and rapidly moved on to a different subject. “There’s one place you didn’t show me yesterday.”
 
    “Where’s that?” I asked, still in a slight state of shock from his initial comment.
 
    “I’ll take you there. You have lunch next period, right?”
     
    Now who was the stalker? How the hell had he found that out?
 
    “Yes,” I replied warily.
 
    “Ok ay, we’ll go then. This period ends in about five minutes. I’ll wait in our stairwell for you.”
     
    Before I could question him, or argue that we had no stairwell, he had walked off. I stood still and watched him go for a second before looking back in my classroom. 22 expectant eyes were looking back at me. This was going to be a long five minutes.
 
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    The bell rang and my students began to file from the room. I took a moment to get myself together, smoothed out the navy blue skirt I had worn today, readjusted my white silk blouse, and then headed out the door to find Max. Though I had wanted to pretend that I didn’t know what he meant by our stairwell, he wouldn’t be fooled by it. I knew exactly where I was going. I just wish I could’ve been as sure about what I was going to do once I