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I giggled a little as my boyfriend, Trevor, nibbled on my neck. “Stop that!” I hissed as I tried to focus on the TV. “Why Megan?” he whispered into my ear. “Because! Kanaeda and Annika will see!” “So? Maybe they’ll get the idea.” He kissed my neck some more. Trevor and I were both eighteen and currently in his basement. Annika was a friend of mine. She was twelve, and Kanaeda was a thirteen-year-old boy who was a friend of Trevor’s. We were currently hanging around watching TV together. Trevor’s parents were away for the...

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