Rachel was only the second girl that I was going to be with more than once, since all this began. Why was the fact that this was a repeat performance so important to me as to intrude on my brain at a time like this?
Rachel's hand pushed its way down inside the elastic waistband of the boat shorts I was wearing that evening, her grasping fingers making my introspection recede even further into the background as she stroked me. But it didn't make it go away.
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