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liked him too much for there not to be.

"To get a telescope," he answered.

"Who has a telescope?"

"Our school."

We ended up breaking into the science lab. It was
easy-we just went up a tree and through a window. I
had never taken astronomy. I was more the basic
education kind of girl. Give me my diploma and I'd be
gone. The telescope sat on a collapsible tripod. Pepper
hoisted it onto his shoulder and walked toward the
door. He assured me we'd bring it back when we were
done with it and nobody would even know it had been
on a vacation.

"Where are we going with it?" I asked. I didn't
mind a little adventure.

"To the reservoir."

That sounded fine to me except for the obvious.

"But we're on a motorcycle," I said.

"It's not that big a telescope, Rox."

"What else are we going to do at the reservoir?" I
asked, suspicious.

He cocked an eyebrow. "Nothing you won't enjoy."

"I'm not that kind of girl."

"They all say that."

I socked him. "Some of us mean it."

But I don't know if I was one of them. We didn't
have sex the first night anyway. We had a hard enough
time getting the telescope out to the reservoir. Pepper
complicated matters by roaring through the center of
town so that everyone could see what we were doing. I
almost dropped the damn thing a half dozen times.
The reservoir was cool, especially at night, when the
water was like glass and the air was filled with space.
You could stand out there alone at night, with the
Milky Way streaming over head, and imagine you