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panicked. There was blood everywhere and Travis wasn’t breathing. Think! I remembered from the classes we’d had to take what to do next. Finally, I remembered that I was then supposed to open my wrist and encourage him to drink. I gently propped him up so I could sit behind him. His head fell between my breasts and I bit open my wrist. At first, he did nothing and all I could hear were my gasping breaths. Oh God, oh God, I’m going to be the one idiot who can’t do this naturally and Travis is going to be dead! I gently squeezed open his mouth and let the blood trickle into it. After a moment that lasted for ever, he started to suck the blood from me. His eyes fluttered up and he put his hand to my face. Hot tears ran down my face into his hair, making a bigger mess of him than he was before. Pain seared through me after a long moment. Dizzily, with a bit of a struggle, I managed to pull my wrist away.
    The assistants came fluttering into the room, moving us off the bed to clean the linens, seating us on the loveseat as they gave Travis a travel mug with donated blood, then stitched us both back up and gave us robes.
    Once everything that had just happened started to really sink into my brain, I wrapped my robe around me tighter. Blood rushed to my face and I studiously avoided eye contact with Travis until I heard him start to hum again. I glanced at him and saw his big, dumb grin. I burrowed deeper into my robe.
    â€˜Oh Libby, that was fantastic,’ he sighed, pulling me closer until I relaxed.
    â€˜There’s something wrong with you,’ I said grumpily.
    He kissed my face all over until I started laughing. ‘Only you, Travis!’
    â€˜I love you, sweetheart.’
    â€˜I love you, too.’
    Here’s to hoping for forever. 

Remembering Adelaide
by Olivia London
    Myles and Chad weren’t the kind of roommates who palled around together. They had met through an ad posted on a college cafeteria bulletin board. Myles had just graduated from university while Chad was a perpetual student determined to milk a trust fund dry. Both looked younger than their 20-odd years. Chad, at 25, had yet to declare a major.
    They got on well together despite their differences and occasionally enjoyed a late-night confab while sharing a six-pack or two. These talks basically consisted of Chad boasting of conquests while his friend listened with rapt attention bordering on envy. Myles was a bookish sort with a bounty of copper curls framing his cherubic face. He constantly carried a rucksack which came in handy while riding the bus. He was shy around the opposite sex to the point where he’d cross a quad to avoid a girl he was attracted to, ashamed of the stammer and rubicund cheeks that were the collegiate cornerstones of inexperience.
    Chad was a brown-haired, silver-tongued player who once christened a new sports car with a string of sorority girls. The only babe he remembered in earnest was a 20-year-old blonde who’d blown him in the front seat before riding his cock like she was trying to pound it into the gas tank. The beauty’d had a tongue stud like a primordial pearl and when that glistening metal hit the tip of his penis, it produced the most delicious tingling sensations which haunted him for days afterward. The girl obviously thought she was fucking him and he didn’t mind it when a girl thought that way, especially if she had a pussy like two wet fingers tied with a silk ribbon.
    Chad was always looking for a reason to party and he saw his roommate as a challenge; it would be diverting, if not downright amusing to orchestrate a way for Myles to get laid.
    And so, when a mysterious invitation arrived in the morning’s mail, the brown-haired Lothario seized an irresistible opportunity. The envelope was the colour of lemon custard, unstamped and fastened with a wax seal; Chad had never seen anything like it. Who would hand- deliver such an item? No matter. The