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...There’s a lot of cars out in the driveway,” she says, after a minute.“I’ll bet.”“Some crashed up a little.”“It was that kind of party.”“It was?”No point in lying as far as I can see. She can see as far as I can, or at least as far as the dining room past the set of glass doors, where three people are lying...

Author: By David L Rice, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: FICTION: Dawson's Creaak | 4/16/2009 | See Source »

...just want to have regular sex, the kind where the guy fucks me and I have an orgasm that sends my head knocking against something from the flailing thrill. But I keep finding all these boys who need it in a special way. And now I figure I’ve tried the weirdest most exciting stuff and found it boring, and that’s never going to change...

Author: By Kathleen E. Hale, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: FICTION: Finagled | 4/16/2009 | See Source »

...regale that and whoever’s got nipples says, “Ow.” And even thinking back on it, I think that too, because I’m sore from it. But at the time I was soaring. My head all tingly and in this kind of headache. My eyes aching with involuntary roll...

Author: By Kathleen E. Hale, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: FICTION: Finagled | 4/16/2009 | See Source »

...After a little while in the hallway, Lee-Lee stood up abruptly and spun me around by my pelvis so that I was facing away from her. Then she pushed me, hands low on my hips, all the way into her bedroom, where she kind of tossed me on the bed. She was very small, but I was so woozy from the biting that I pretty much just tipped...

Author: By Kathleen E. Hale, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: FICTION: Finagled | 4/16/2009 | See Source »

...Friday, for sure, I’d talk to her. And as fast as the beat of a heart, Friday was upon me. The teacher was rambling on about the Native American’s Trail of Tears, when I was thinking that all I needed was some kind of a sign. Some heavenly sign that would give me the courage and fortitude to complete my mission. And then it came. I saw Katie look in my direction. If she actually looked directly at me, I have no idea, because I instantly sent my gaze to the floor...

Author: By Jonathan E. Mayer, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: FICTION: Memento | 4/16/2009 | See Source »

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