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		<title>Sang:&amp;#32;Created page with '&quot;It's an experiment. I volunterred to help with some rresearch paper on sexual harassment in public.&quot;  &quot;Oh. That makes sense.&quot; His face brightens up with relief. &quot;Good luck with …'</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;#39;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s an experiment. I volunterred to help with some rresearch paper on sexual harassment in public.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Oh. That makes sense.&amp;quot; His face brightens up with relief. &amp;quot;Good luck with …&amp;#39;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;It's an experiment. I volunterred to help with some rresearch paper on sexual harassment in public.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Oh. That makes sense.&amp;quot; His face brightens up with relief. &amp;quot;Good luck with the research.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Thanks. Lucas. Can you now please tell me what you're doing here? You're supposed to be studying for your midterms.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yeah, well... I... I really don't want to have this conversation right here.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, where then? And when? Were you even going to call me?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, no. You were supposed to be away on business. You weren't supposed to know I visited. I... I'll be fine, okay? I just... I needed to come home for a week.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;But why?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;It's been stressful. I'm worried I might fail the semester. And lose the scholarship.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Oh, Lucas...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Listen, I'll be fine. I just needed to see my old friends. And I didn't want to worry you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I understand, but... I wish you knew you can always talk to me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Don't worry, sis. I know that. But... Will you be angry if I rush off to meet my friends now? They might show up, and... honestly, I don't want them to see you like this. They'd never let me hear the end of it.&amp;quot; Lucas bows his head in embarrassment, and I feel like I'd rather be anywhere but here.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Of course. I... have something I must take care of, anyway.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Dressed like that?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Oh, you goof. I'll change first!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Lucas smiles awkardly, but I can see he still looks a little troubled by my looks. &amp;quot;I'll keep in touch. Take care of yourself, Sis.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I will. You take care, too.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I return to the apartment, feeling angry and embarrassed. &amp;quot;It was awful. And Darren, if you didn't help  me pay for the house, you'd be dead right now!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Sit down. Let's talk about this in a civilized manner, shall we?&amp;quot; I sit down on the sofa, and Darren sits beside me. He eyes me with genuine concern. &amp;quot;What happened?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I met a super weird guy in the banana section, and he gave me... this.&amp;quot; I take my purse and give Darren the piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That's it?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You want his number? He's all yours.&amp;quot; Darren laughs, and it only worsens my anger. &amp;quot;What is wrong with you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hey, calm down! I thought something worse happened. I'd hate myself if you were harmed in any way.&amp;quot; Darren stops to look me in the eyes, and leans in... He kisses me, but this kiss is short and comforting, rather than passionate. &amp;quot;I'm glad you passed this test with flying colors.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Wait... You can't bribe me with a kiss! People leered and frowned at me. But that's not the worst of it. I met my brother.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;And did you handle the situation?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I... I have.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Good job. Then there's nothing to worry about.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You... what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;
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Darren begins to pull at my clothes, obviously intent on undressing me. &amp;quot;If you hate this outfit so much, you should take it off.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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''I still feel upset. What should I tell Darren?''&lt;br /&gt;
*[[&amp;quot;You hurt me!&amp;quot;]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[&amp;quot;Make me feel better&amp;quot;]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Lessons in Lust]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sang</name></author>	</entry>

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