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Thrice Rescued

... need bean counters, so I'll never lack for work."

"Good plan," I replied. "I'm majoring in history and education. Gunny H is a high school teacher and Mrs. H is a guidance counselor. They rescued me from a really bad foster home and got me straightened out. I served in the Marine Corps for four years after high school, which I why I'm just a freshman now."

We continued to talk as we turned back to the lab work. When we finished the lab, I asked Vera, "Would you like to go get something to eat? I'm starving."

"My budget doesn't really let me eat anywhere but the dining hall."

"Come on, it's on me. No pressure, but let me do this, one foster kid to another. I've got the wherewithal. You can reciprocate sometime when you're flush." And with that, Vera entered my life as something other than a lab partner.

For the rest of the semester, I worked on opening Vera up further. We weren't dating, but we became study buddies, spending considerable time together in the library. I had learned to cook from Mrs. H, so I had Vera over for a home cooked meal at least twice a week. We caught a few college sports events together and I took her out to dinner one evening. In all that time, I never so much as touched her, except to help her off or on with her coat.

The schedule that the Hopkins had put me on had left very little time for dating in high school. I'd dated some in the Marine Corps, but it was more hook-ups than anything resembling a relationship. So, I really ...

... didn't have much in the way of relationship building skills to fall back on. It was clear Vera didn't either. Although she had opened up to a degree, there was always a barrier keeping me from really getting inside the castle keep. I could tell she was driven primarily by a need to feel secure, financially, physically, and emotionally. She wasn't going to let anyone in to disturb that security. Getting her to a point where we could have a real relationship was going to be a challenge. But despite that, perhaps because I understood why she was that way, I kept trying. I found myself falling in love with her, as stupid as that sounds.

It was Christmas break that finally changed our entire dynamic, moving us from friends to lovers. The college closed completely for three weeks at Christmas, beginning the week before the holiday and continuing through the week after New Year's. I hadn't really thought about what Vera was going to do over that the break, until she knocked on my door with a garbage bag full of her stuff in hand. "Davie," she said, "Can I stay with you over Christmas break? They're closing the dorm tonight and I don't have enough money for a hotel."

"Shit," I thought. "What an idiot I am. Vera doesn't have any place to go over the holidays. I should have been the one asking her to come stay with me. I'm a jackass!"

"Sure," I said. "Let me put clean sheets on the bed. You can sleep there. I'll sleep out here on the sofa. I've done it plenty of times when I've ...