FICT

To Catch A Thief

by Helen Fleming

Janice was ready for a refreshing bath after seven games of bowling, walking from the bowling alley through the park where she narrowly averted losing her virginity to Ted (because some people came upon them) and after a tall soda at the corner drug store, she really felt exhausted, and her emotions were keyed up from the heavy petting session.

She was twenty-one, and yet a virgin, which was rather amazing even to her, because she was a very passionate girl. She had been on the brink numbers of times in the past, and many of the boys were confident that it was just a matter of days before she would give in and go all the way. It never happened, however, as each of them managed somehow to do something at the last possible moment which stiffened her resistance, and caused them to be left suffering. It wasn't her fault, really, and she regretted each event sincerely, but Janice was a high strung filly and the moment of her surrender just had to be perfect. Rumors had begun to be spread about her being a tease and accusations of her being "les" were common talk around the factory where she worked. It wasn't true.

As she stripped off the damp, perspiration soaked clothing, Janice shook as she thought of Ted's touch on her naked flesh. She-breathed a hope that the kids who disturbed their petting by the swan pool, would be tormented by red bugs and fleas or some other plague. Of all the boys she had gone with up until this time, Ted had pleased her more. There was something about him that set off the sound of faraway bells in her ears and when she thought of him during the day, it was easy for her to drift off into the most pleasant daydreams.

Her nights were filled with dreams of passionate embraces and

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