I feel compelled to tell any readers that my stories will not be featuring Danny using his powers. While I do view him as a horny teen, I can’t see him using his powers to spy on people. Not to mention the fact that he’s not going to be called away to fight ghosts while he’s boning someone. Just sayin’.
Wrong. It was wrong. In every way, shape, and form, God knows it was wrong. But, and God will admit it if He was ever asked, it felt so right. So good.
The perfect crime is not achieved with well timed break-ins to vaults holding millions of dollars. Its not a well put together kidnapping, or a unsuspected, unsolved murder. The perfect crime is sex.
Not rape. No, never rape. Thats not what this was. It was the furthest thing from it. It was love in its purest form, expressed from one boy to his beloved. Rape is aggression, teamed with selfishness. Its take without give. This was the perfect balance of give and take. Perpetuating itself with the effort of two loving, secretive teens.