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Thrice Rescued

... kids, particularly girls, treated sex as just an extended form of handshake, something to get them what they wanted or a way to say thank you to someone who'd done something for them. It could be completely meaningless. Just a way to earn points or get out of trouble. My time with Gunny and Mrs. H had given me a different perspective. I'd seen the two of them in a meaningful, loving relationship and I wanted one of them for my own. In my mind, I had begun to picture Vera as the other person in that relationship, foolish as that might be.

I don't think anyone had ever told Vera "no" to an offer of sex. I had no idea how long she'd been sexually active, but I was pretty sure that she had not been seeing anyone since starting school. As far as I could tell, I was her only friend on campus. The only reason she'd let me inside the walls she'd erected was our common foster kid background.

Vera stared at me for a long while. Then she said, "Davie, sometimes you are just too nice for your own good. Here I am offering you the chance to enjoy me and you're turning me down. Are you for real?"

"It isn't easy for me to do. I'm extremely fond of you. Perhaps even a bit in love with you. I've fanaticized about being with you. But until you feel the same way about me that I feel about you, the answer is going to be 'No!'"

"If I told you that I'm a little bit in love with you, too, would you do it?"

"Only if I believed you were being honest with me and not just trying to make ...

... me feel good about doing it."

"You are an exasperating man, Davie Derr." And with that, she got out of bed, picked up her t-shirt, and walked into the bathroom with a change of clothes to shower and brush her teeth. When she finished, I did the same.

Things were a bit frosty between us for the rest of the day. That night, instead of the t-shirt and shorts, Vera went to bed in a set of sweats. There was still nothing on underneath as nearly as I could tell, but I think she was making a statement. The following morning, I went out for a run, taking my phone. When I finished, I called Mrs. H.

"Hi Mrs. H. Are we still on for Christmas dinner?"

"Of course, Davie. Why would you even ask?"

"I know it's rude, but do you think there's room for one more at the table? My lab partner from biology is a foster kid and she has nowhere to go for Christmas. She's bunking with me over the break because the dorms are closed. I'd hate to leave her all alone on Christmas Day."

"The more, the merrier. Bring her along. We'll make sure she enjoys a nice dinner and some time with our family."

"Thanks Mrs. H. Can we bring anything?"

"Just the two of you. See you then."

"Bye."

Later that day, I went out to pick up a pizza. On the way, I stopped at a local jewelry store and bought a small necklace with a tiny figurine dangling from the chain. Since Vera was going to join the Hopkins clan for Christmas Day, I wanted to make sure she had a present to open. I didn't know it at ...