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Beglan grabbed a lab coat and held it out he could help but notice her nakedness as she reluctantly pulled the robe over herself. <br> <br> | Beglan grabbed a lab coat and held it out he could help but notice her nakedness as she reluctantly pulled the robe over herself. <br> <br> | ||
"I'm decent. You can look." She said resignedly.<br> <br> | "I'm decent. You can look." She said resignedly.<br> <br> | ||
| − | "Your not decent you Bouzzie." He cautiously glanced in her direction. And how she had grown indeed. She had been an awkward and clumsy child, chubby with an overbite. But he adored her from the moment they met. It was when Dr. Trahan invited him to | + | "Your not decent you Bouzzie." He cautiously glanced in her direction. And how she had grown indeed. She had been an awkward and clumsy child, chubby with an overbite. But he adored her from the moment they met. It was when Dr. Trahan invited him to diner to discuss graduate work. He was nervous, and Rosie kept making him laugh with silly faced. In the four years he'd know her he was her companion, and confident. He counseled her on the traumas of adolescence, and taught her about the stars. She developed early, but awkwardly, and found herself the butt of may cruel pranks. He held her when she cried at the injustice of it all. Lately the talk had been about the war. They both hated it. She spoke of how people ought to decide for themselves, how they should live, and with whom. Always independent. They spoke often of God, and love. She always used to said one day they'd be married, and he'd laugh it off saying, there is no one I would rather marry than you. <br> <br> |
The lab coat, big as it was, couldn't disguise how she'd grown. She had grown into a beautiful young woman, and he often worried how she might be pursued and betrayed by some boy intent on her new found beauty. He'd counseled her on chastity, but she'd always laugh and call him old fashioned.<br> <br> | The lab coat, big as it was, couldn't disguise how she'd grown. She had grown into a beautiful young woman, and he often worried how she might be pursued and betrayed by some boy intent on her new found beauty. He'd counseled her on chastity, but she'd always laugh and call him old fashioned.<br> <br> | ||
He caught himself staring. And filling with desire. He felt a wave of shame, and powerful regret. She was so young, and so willing. Apart from a few girls he'd snogged as a lad, he hadn't much experience with girls. It wasn't the first time he'd a moment of weakness at the sight of her. The way her hair fell across her neck, or the curve of her budding breasts. He'd scolded and punished himself for each infraction. He'd confessed his sins to the priest in his most humble and shameful voice. The priest laughed it off, saying this only proved that was human. And plenty worse might be imagined. It was how we acted that set us apart, not the idle thoughts that might afflict us. He was never so convinced of this. But he couldn't help notice as she transformed from the ungainly thing in braces and pigtails into a young lady always eager to be near him, to ask him questions, to seek him out instead of other kids her age. <br> <br> | He caught himself staring. And filling with desire. He felt a wave of shame, and powerful regret. She was so young, and so willing. Apart from a few girls he'd snogged as a lad, he hadn't much experience with girls. It wasn't the first time he'd a moment of weakness at the sight of her. The way her hair fell across her neck, or the curve of her budding breasts. He'd scolded and punished himself for each infraction. He'd confessed his sins to the priest in his most humble and shameful voice. The priest laughed it off, saying this only proved that was human. And plenty worse might be imagined. It was how we acted that set us apart, not the idle thoughts that might afflict us. He was never so convinced of this. But he couldn't help notice as she transformed from the ungainly thing in braces and pigtails into a young lady always eager to be near him, to ask him questions, to seek him out instead of other kids her age. <br> <br> | ||
