No, they're too nervous

Turned out my last thought had proven correct: Stephanie kept our little dalliance a secret from everyone, even her BFF, Elizabeth. Was it shame? Or was she just concerned about upsetting the apple cart? In any case, much as I wanted us to, Stephanie and I didn’t have the lust-filled reunion I had hoped for after I got out of the hospital. It drove me nuts.

We had been so completely comfortable with each other for so long, it was a shock to see the anxiety on Stephanie’s face when I returned to school. The other girls noticed something was wrong, but she just made something up about being nervous for an upcoming test. The whole situation was starting to freak me out.

Worst of all, there was nobody I could talk to. If Stephanie hadn’t told the others about what happened, that meant she didn’t want them to know–and I wasn’t about to break her trust.

Listen, I know what you’re thinking: “Why didn’t you just text her?” Well, kiddies, this all happened in an ancient, long ago time called the “nineties,” and back then nobody but **** lords and stock brokers had cell phones.

When I got home, I did my best to focus on all my overdue schoolwork, but it was hard to think about anything other than Stephanie. I was so hungry to play around with her beautiful naked body, I thought I was gonna have an aneurism–but at the same time I was **** to fix a problem I feared could ruin the perfect group dynamic that had developed with my friends.

I phoned Stephanie after my family had gone to bed, but the call went to the answering machine, and I couldn’t exactly leave a midnight message of “Hey, Stephanie, it’s Ian. When you get this, could you call me back so we can discuss that time we fooled around after you illegally broke into my hospital room?” So I said nothing. I just hung up and suffered through another unsuccessful night of attempted sleep.