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Title: A Year in the Life
Author: longbeachtrekstar ( @ yahoo . com )
Series: VOY
Codes: J/f, pre-VOY
Rating: NC-17
Parts: 1/1
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek. "Mary Jane's Last Dance" (1993) 
is by Tom Petty. This is not for profit, just for fun.
Archiving: FFF, ASCEM, others please ask.
Feedback: Yes please, here or by email.
Author's Self-indulgent Commentary:
I'm the last person in the world who should be writing this -- I know 
nothing about Midwestern teenage girls discovering lesbianism. The 
only thing Kathryn Janeway and I have in common is that we've both 
been to the Tippecanoe Battlefield Memorial in Lafayette, Indiana.
This piece was originally titled "Indiana Valentine," and was 
supposed to be a breezy Valentine's Day PWP, but it quickly grew in 
both size and emotional scope. Wherever Janeway treads, angst 
follows, even in her younger days.
Present-day Lafayette is not quite the small town that I present 
here. I imagine that in three hundred years it will only grow larger, 
but I made it rather quaint.
Her parents' names come from the website, but as far as I know, I 
gave them the divorce.
One more thing. Mike, Stan, Ben, Howie, and Tom are all, of course, 
Heartbreakers.
To see a picture of Da Vinci's "Leda and the Swan," follow this link 
and click the image to enlarge --
http://www.kfki.hu/~arthp/html/l/leonardo/05copies/5leda.html
Written for lucky Round XIII of the Femme Fuh-q Fest --
http://www.geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest/
Summary: More than one world is opening for young Kathryn Janeway.

A Year in the Life
by longbeachtrekstar, January 2004


~ She grew up in an Indiana town
~ Had a good lookin' mama who never was around
~ But she grew up tall and she grew up right
~ With them Indiana boys on an Indiana night

"Hey, Kathy! Don't get any splinters in your ass!" cried the young 
man as he and a friend passed by on the dirt trail.

"He calls you 'Kathy'?" asked Mary Jane, making a face in his 
direction as the two girls sat on a rustic wooden fence.

"Only 'cause he knows it annoys me," replied Kathryn.

"That Mike is such a *dick*!" exclaimed Mary Jane, with great 
emphasis. "But his friend Stan is kinda cute, donchathink?"

"I dunno," said Kathryn as she hopped off the fence with a sigh. She 
too now began strolling down the trail, with Mary Jane following 
after. It was quite warm out -- positively hot on this May afternoon 
in Indiana. They were on a school field trip to end their junior year 
of high school. "What the hell kind of field trip is this supposed to 
be, anyway? We couldn't go to the Moon? Or even Antarctica? No, we 
travel twenty miles down the road to the Tippecanoe Battlefield."

The chestnut-haired Mary Jane sidled up alongside her red-headed 
friend. "I don't care. Anything beats sittin' in class." She casually 
threw her arm around Kathryn and pulled her close. Kathryn could feel 
the bare sun-warmed skin of MJ's arm against her own. They both wore 
sleeveless tops, shorts, and sandals. Mary Jane's shorts rode much 
higher than Kathryn's -- to no one's surprise. She was also rather 
small-chested, so she rarely wore a bra. As a result, her prominent 
nipples poked brazenly through almost everything she wore. She was, 
in fact, working quite diligently at perfecting her coquette image.

Most of the time, Kathryn felt as if she was the adult and Mary Jane 
was her humorous sidekick. Still, she had to admit that MJ had a 
certain kind of worldly confidence about her as she moved through 
life -- a contentment that Kathryn often lacked.

Mary Jane continued to chatter away. "So anyway, I think if I can 
just get Stan alone, he and I could really get off."

"What?" said Kathryn.

"Just get Mike away from him for a little while, so I can work on 
Stan, will ya?"

"You wanna do him *here*?"

"Right here in the great outdoors, baby!" laughed Mary Jane.

*****

"Did you know this iron fence has been here since 1873?" asked 
Kathryn, trailing her fingers along it.

"Who gives a fuck?" asked Mike. He grabbed hold of two fence-bars on 
either side of Kathryn, trapping her. He tried to move in close, 
nuzzling her neck, but she squirmed away.

"It's just that I've been here a dozen times already, and I know all 
about it. I should've stayed home today." She turned around and 
smiled at Mike. "Keth-tip-pe-can-nunk."

"Huh?"

"That was the name of the Indian village that was here, which the 
white settlers called Tippecanoe." She circled the obelisk memorial 
in the center of the hilltop clearing, letting Mike get close, then 
moving away again in playful flirtation. The whole time, she lectured 
her historically challenged, hormonally dazed classmate. "It was an 
Indian headquarters of sorts, led by Tecumseh and his brother 
Tenskwatawa. The whites sent General William Henry Harrison against 
them. Tecumseh was away at the time, and Tenskwatawa wasn't much of a 
leader. Both sides were pretty sloppy, actually, but Harrison 
eventually won. Afterward, Tecumseh was ruined, Tenskwatawa was 
exiled, and Harrison became President. Life sucks when you're the 
loser. Even if losing wasn't your fault."

She paused long enough for Mike to plant a kiss on her lips. She 
actually thought it was quite pleasant -- until he tried to force his 
tongue into her mouth. She shoved him away. Boys were such pigs.

"Hey," said Mike, a spark of thought actually flickering in his 
brain. "Didn't Harrison die too?"

"They *all* died," Kathryn teased. "It was over four hundred years 
ago."

"I mean unexpected-like,"

"Yeah, he died after only a month in office. I guess sometimes life 
sucks even when you win."

Walking back down the trail, she saw Mary Jane emerge from the 
bushes. When she got closer, she could see that MJ's hair was 
disheveled and the front of her blouse was misbuttoned -- there was 
one extra button on top and one extra buttonhole at the bottom.

"Mary Jane," she laughed, "You're such a slut." MJ only smiled.

*****

It was a short shuttle ride back to school, but Kathryn's exhausted 
friend slumped against her and quickly fell asleep. Smelling of funky 
sex, she rested her head in the crook of Kathryn's neck. Kathryn put 
her arm around MJ's waist and rubbed her stomach in small circles. 
This led to more exploring, and her hand slid up over a small breast 
and rested there. She could feel a nipple slowly stiffen beneath her 
hand and poke between her fingers, encouraging further manipulation.

Suddenly, Mary Jane stirred, and Kathryn felt a hand slide up inside 
the leg of her shorts. Pushing Kathryn's panties aside, MJ rubbed her 
dirty fingers against the sensitive lips. Kathryn shuddered, 
physically and emotionally. This was more than she'd expected. Too 
much. She put her hand on top of Mary Jane's and quietly pushed her 
away.

*****

That evening, the house was empty... as usual... as expected... Dad 
was on an assignment to Khitomer. Not that it mattered -- he and Mom 
had split years ago. God, how she wished Dad had gotten custody of 
her. Traveling the stars with Captain Edward Janeway would be one 
mother-fuckin' trip! Instead she was here with Mom -- who was never 
here. Gretchen Janeway, corporate lawyer extraordinaire. Well, there 
just weren't a lot of corporations in Lafayette, Indiana, so most of 
her time was spent in Chicago or elsewhere. Why didn't she just sell 
the old farm and move already? No one had tried to grow anything on 
this land since before her grandfather. Every time she asked, her mom 
would prattle on about small town values and family roots. 
Ultimately, Kathryn knew keeping her there was a condition of the 
divorce, and no matter how hard she tried to hide it, Mom obviously 
resented being "held back."

Kathryn was looking forward to her senior year and graduation. Then 
she and her mother would be rid of each other -- and she could tell 
the world to shove it. She was going to join Starfleet and go to the 
Academy, no matter what her mother said. Every time she mentioned 
Starfleet, Mom freaked out. According to her, it was Starfleet that 
ruined her marriage, but Kathryn knew *both* of her folks had worked 
pretty hard at the divorce.

Later that night, Kathryn was in bed when she heard the front door 
open downstairs, and two adult voices -- male and female. Mom and her 
man-of the-moment. Kathryn sometimes wondered if Mary Jane and she 
weren't accidentally switched at birth -- her mom and Mary Jane were 
a lot alike. MJ's mom had died in a commuter shuttle accident. 
Kathryn thought it was extra sad, to die in something so mundane, and 
there were times when only the saddest of things appealed to her. 
Mary Jane lived with her father on a farm of their own. It was small, 
but they had a few horses, which MJ was indifferent to but Kathryn 
adored. She had free reign to visit their barn and take the horses 
out for an occasional ride.

A bump of furniture and muffled giggling from below, along with a 
couple too-loud "shhh's" for good measure. Kathryn pulled the covers 
over her head and tried to sleep.

*****

The next morning, Kathryn was in the kitchen when a young, good-
looking, but entirely unfamiliar man entered wearing only 
boxers. "Hi," he said, scratching his balls. "You must be Kathy."

"Kathryn."

"Well, I can certainly see where your Mom gets her looks... No, 
wait... I mean where *you*... uh..."

Kathryn started walking out. "That's all right. 'A' for effort, ol' 
boy." She encountered her mother at the foot of the 
stairs. "Einstein's in the kitchen."

"Who?"

"Your hunk du jour. He's in the kitchen, drinking the last of our 
milk."

"Now just a minute, young lady. He's a guest-"

"He's *your* guest! I'm late for school," she said, storming out.

*****

That weekend Kathryn headed over to Mary Jane's. When there was no 
answer at the front door, she went around to the barn to see her 
favorite horse, Leonardo, a Morgan stallion. Mary Jane's father had 
let her name him when he was born a few years ago. She led him out of 
his stall and closed the gate behind her, tying it closed and putting 
a Flemish knot in the end of the rope -- her own sign to MJ or her 
father that she was out riding, if they happened along behind her.

She headed out across the fallow fields and into the low hills. With 
fists full of Leonardo's thick black mane, she rode the mighty beast 
bareback. Many an equestrian would chastise her, saying it wasn't 
good for the animal, but she knew she was light, and she only did it 
once in a while. Her mother would be upset too, saying it wasn't 
safe, but that may have been part of the thrill. She squeezed her 
thighs together and reveled in the feel of the powerful muscles 
pulsing beneath her. She kicked the heels of her bare feet against 
him and coaxed him into a full gallop. The up and down rhythm was 
seductive as Leonardo charged headlong down the trail. Merging into 
the same rhythm, Kathryn leaned forward, raised her butt up into the 
air, and let her legs rise and fall with the animal. The wind lifted 
her hair behind her, and she faced the world at full speed with a 
smile on her face.

She felt like she could ride forever, and knew that Leonardo would 
abide her until his heart burst. But eventually she pulled back on 
his main and slowed him to a trot, resting her butt on him once 
again. Chilled by a slight sweat, she turned her mount toward home. 
Again, she enjoyed the powerful feel of the beast between her legs. 
Leonardo knew the way back, so she leaned forward and wrapped her 
arms around his neck, resting her head against him and closing her 
eyes. The clip-clop of his hooves and the up-and-down of his gait 
soon lulled her into a state of semi-consciousness. She felt at one 
with the virile beast and, somewhere between here and there, Leonardo 
tossed his head and whinnied as she peaked and shuddered against him.

*****

Later that summer, she visited Mary Jane again. When once again no 
one answered the door, she headed around back and into the woods, 
where she knew there was a swimming hole. MJ might be there, and she 
wanted very much to visit with her rather than go riding alone. As 
she drew near, she heard splashing and knew she'd guessed correctly. 
Then she heard laughter and shouting from not one, but two girls. 
Kathryn crept quietly close and peered through the bushes.

Mary Jane and another girl -- one with long blonde hair -- were 
frolicking at the edge of the water. It must have been a spur-of-the-
moment thing, because they didn't have swimsuits. Kathryn could see a 
pile of clothes on the shore. The two girls were topless. Their 
panties clung to their skin and were turned nearly transparent by the 
water. MJ jumped into the water and tried to splash her friend, who 
ran back and forth in front of her. As the blonde ran away from 
Kathryn's viewpoint, Kathryn noticed how far her panties rode up her 
crotch -- they now looked like a thong. Then the girl turned and ran 
toward Kathryn, and she could see that she had bigger boobs than 
either Mary Jane or herself. Finally, the girl jumped into the water, 
and she and Mary Jane tumbled together.

Kathryn wondered if she should reveal herself or retreat. Instead, 
she continued to watch, mesmerized.

The blonde lay on her back on the shore as Mary Jane lay between her 
legs. Utterly astonished, Kathryn watched her dark-haired friend go 
down on this stranger. The new girl grabbed her own ankles and pulled 
her legs impossibly wide while Mary Jane licked and sucked on her 
pussy without the slightest hesitation. It was obviously not the 
first time for either of them.

Kathryn felt her own pussy flush with heat, and her hand wandered 
there of its own accord. She squeezed and rubbed herself from the 
outside. She was about to slide her hand inside her pants when she 
suddenly reconsidered. Instead, she silently pulled back from her 
hiding space and returned home.

She lay on her bed below a poster-sized diagram of a Constitution-
class starship. She was staring at the ceiling and replaying what she 
had just seen over and over in her mind's eye. She still had her 
blouse on, but had kicked her shorts and panties off right over her 
sneakers. She lay spread-eagled on the bed, desperately frigging 
herself. Her first orgasm went off like a cannon and soaked the 
sheets, but it only took the slightest edge off her frustration. She 
would work her way through three more youthful raptures before 
feeling sated enough to relax.

Then she began to consider another feeling that was flirting with her 
consciousness. Her thoughts revolved around the strange girl... Who 
was she? Why was Mary Jane hanging around with her? Did MJ "like" 
girls? Did she still like boys? Why was she with that other girl 
instead of... me?

*****

Summer passed, and her senior year began. Winter soon held the land 
in its frosty grip, but it was a mild winter overall, with little 
snow. Christmas... New Year's... The annual holidays rolled by like 
clockwork. In early February, adolescent minds turned to sex -- even 
more so than usual. As Valentine's Day approached, romantic facades 
were pasted onto otherwise shallow relationships.

Kathryn was pretty sure she'd been the last virgin in her class, but 
she'd recently been making up for lost time. Mike had kept hitting on 
her since that day at Tippecanoe, and when school began again in the 
fall, she finally let him have his way with her after the Homecoming 
party. It pained her, and the blood freaked him out so bad that they 
both went home disappointed. Still, they actually stayed together 
almost until Thanksgiving. By then, Stan was ancient history to Mary 
Jane, and Kathryn hooked up with him somehow. Then there was Ben. 
Then Howie.

Mary Jane was with some new guy. He has stringy blond hair and was 
named Tom. She never did find out who the blonde girl was. She 
couldn't come out and say she'd been spying, and try as she might, 
Kathryn never spotted her anywhere at school.

Once, however, Kathryn and Mary Jane did have an interesting 
conversation. Kathryn had just confided to her about her first time 
with Mike -- her first time ever. MJ was all smiles and questions -- 
she was actually quite supportive. Kathryn expressed regret at the 
amount of discomfort, which seemed to surprise MJ a little. "Don't 
worry," she said. "It gets much better. Haven't you used vibrators 
before?"

"No, just... y'know... fingers."

"Come over to my place tomorrow. I'll show you some of mine!"

She did go over the next day. She stopped at the front door. The 
butterflies in her stomach felt like condors, and in the end she 
couldn't go inside. She was beginning to think that Mary Jane felt 
the same for her that she did for MJ, and it scared her. What would 
happen to their friendship? They'd grown up together, and it was at 
that point that Kathryn realized she had no other serious friends. 
That thought made her love MJ all the more and not want to do 
anything to jeopardize-

Did she just say "love"?

Anyway, she never borrowed any vibrators from Mary Jane, but she did 
go out and get some of her own. And to Mary Jane's credit, she never 
asked what happened that day that Kathryn failed to show up as 
promised.

*****

Between classes, Kathryn's personal padd beeped with a text 
message. "Meet me behind the gymnasium after school.  -- Your Secret 
Valentine." She was curious. It could just be Howie trying to be 
romantic, but he never had been before. No, she thought it had to be 
someone new. Her mind began to race, along with her heart. Every boy 
was suspect, and if one just *happened* to look in her direction, 
then he shot to the top of her list of possibilities.

She showed the message to Mary Jane and asked, "Who do you think it 
is?"

"How should I know?" MJ responded. "Hey, can I go with you?"

"No!" Kathryn gave her a stern look. "You better not be anywhere 
around."

The hours passed in a death crawl, but eventually the day ended. 
Kathryn fussed in front of the Girls Room mirror, then raced across 
campus to the gym, stopping short just before the last corner. She 
took a deep breath, smoothed her clothes, and brushed a stray lock of 
hair out of her eyes. Mustn't look too eager. Then she strolled 
around the corner as if she hadn't a care in the world.

No one was there. If this is some sick joke, she thought, when a 
flash of color in the tree-line caught her eye. A pink ribbon was 
tied in a bow around one of the trees. A large envelope hung from one 
of its tails. Kathryn opened it and withdrew a card. It was an image 
of Leonardo da Vinci's "Leda and the Swan."

Da Vinci. So, it was definitely someone who knew her. Also enclosed 
was a Yeats poem of the same title:

"A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By his dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.

"How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
How can anybody, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?"

Quite steamy. Kathryn smiled as she wondered if her Secret Valentine 
realized it was a poem about rape. She heard a footstep behind her 
and turned around. "Mary Jane! I told you not to follow me," she said 
sternly.

Mary Jane smiled shyly. "Didn't you notice the ribbon?"

Kathryn looked at the bow again. The card had hung from one of its 
tails. She now noticed that the end of the other tail was tied in a 
Flemish knot. Looking back at Mary Jane, Kathryn's expression 
immediately melted from stern, to apologetic, to affectionate. "You?"

Mary Jane approached her and took her hands between her 
own. "Kathryn... will you be my Valentine?"

Kathryn smiled, leaned forward, and -- for the first time in her 
life -- she kissed a girl on the lips.

*****

Upstairs in Kathryn's bedroom, the curtains were open to the late 
afternoon sun, but the windows remained closed against the cold. 
Kathryn and Mary Jane were in their underwear on the bed. The two 
girls had been undressed together many times. They'd had numerous 
sleepovers while growing up, with the requisite tickle-fights and 
grab-ass. They'd seen each other naked, whether it was in the school 
locker room or at summer camp. But this afternoon was different. The 
air was charged with an almost electrical energy of expectancy, 
anticipation.

Kathryn lay on her back in her bra and panties. MJ rested on her 
hands and knees beside her. She'd already shed her top -- her nipples 
standing out insistently -- leaving only a pair of lacy bottoms. Her 
soft chestnut hair fell about her face, framing it as she regarded 
Kathryn, a curious smirk on her face.

"What?" asked Kathryn with a nervous laugh.

Silently, Mary Jane leaned forward and planted a host of butterfly 
kisses on her Valentine -- from her forehead, across her nose and 
cheeks, into the hollow of her neck.

Kathryn hugged her in return, sliding her hands down her smooth back. 
They slid under her pants, and she playfully squeezed her 
cheeks. "That was a heck of a poem you came up with," she said.

"Did you like it?"

"Uh-huh, and the picture too, of course. You, uh, *do* know that the 
painting and the poem are about a rape, don't you?"

"What?" MJ looked up, startled, a grin on her face.

"It's mythology. The swan is Zeus in disguise, and he's raping Leda."

"No way! I just thought it was hot... y'know, in an old-fashioned 
kind of way." She regarded the picture, which was lying nearby. "Like 
she couldn't fight off a *swan* if she wanted to."

"Leda is also known as Nemesis. As a result of the rape, she had 
several children, including Helen, whose kidnapping started the 
Trojan War."

Kathryn giggled as MJ suddenly rolled her over and gently twisted her 
arm behind her back. "Maybe I should rape you, you poor defenseless 
thing," taunted Mary Jane. She pulled Kathryn's panties down to mid-
thigh and spanked her bare bottom, eliciting squeals from her 
captive. "Should I take you now, my pretty?"

Catching her breath, Kathryn rolled back over, her chest heaving from 
the excitement. Staring into her new love's face, she said 
simply, "Yes, take me."

*****

Kathryn and her mother stood silently in the living room, each of 
them staring at the floor. Kathryn's bags sat by the front door, 
ready to go. Graduation had been a week ago, and it was now time for 
her to head to San Francisco and begin her life at the Academy.

"I'll comm you as soon as I get there," she said in a frail voice.

"Okay," answered her mother, looking up with a false smile.

"San Francisco isn't that far away. It's not even far enough for a 
space flight. It's just an ordinary shuttle ride."

Gretchen Janeway crossed the room and wrapped her daughter up in her 
arms. "Oh, baby, if I look across the room and you're not there, 
you're too far away."

Then why weren't you ever here when I was, Kathryn wanted to scream. 
But she could only hug her mother tighter.

They separated and stared at each other awkwardly as they realized it 
was time for her to go. A final kiss on the cheek, and she was on her 
way.

*****

The lights of San Francisco's Union Square lit the storefronts and 
walkways below Kathryn. She stood in her underwear before the floor-
to-ceiling window of her hotel room, gazing at the city as dusk 
enveloped it. Reflected in the glass before her, Mary Jane emerged 
naked from the bathroom, a light fragrance of lavender preceding her. 
Mary Jane had accompanied her to San Francisco for one last weekend 
together. Tomorrow was Monday, and Kathryn would be "reporting for 
duty."

Kathryn's eyes passed over MJ's small breasts, with the ever-erect 
nipples, and down to the smoothness between her legs. The corners of 
Kathryn's mouth turned up slightly as she recalled the fun they'd had 
the night before with a bowl of warm soapy water and a razor. It was 
an old-fashioned straight razor, and Kathryn had been scared to 
death, but MJ had leaned back, spread her legs, and said simply, "I 
trust you."

Kathryn offered to go bare as well, but instead MJ shaped her auburn 
patch into a neat little inverted triangle.

Mary Jane came up behind Kathryn and wrapped her arms around her, 
nipples poking her in the back. She too looked out the window, 
resting her chin on Kathryn's shoulder. "What-cha-lookin-at?"

"You," said Kathryn, turning her head and kissing MJ on the cheek.

Mary Jane pulled Kathryn's bra away from her breasts, letting it fall 
to the floor. She then began massaging her tits, kneading the firm 
young flesh and pinching their tips. Kathryn reached over her head 
with one hand to stroke Mary Jane's hair. With the other, she reached 
behind her back to feel the silky smoothness of her lover's sex.

MJ's hands slid down Kathryn's belly and under her panties. She 
pulled them down, and Kathryn stepped out of them with one foot, 
leaving them to dangle around the other ankle. Mary Jane stroked 
Kathryn's now-steaming pussy with one hand, while sliding the other 
hand tantalizingly slowly down between Kathryn's rear cheeks. She 
dragged each finger through the dark crevice, stopping only when 
their tips reached Kathryn's pussy from the back side.

Kathryn's mouth opened and her eyes closed. Her breath came in quick 
shallow gasps. Mary Jane skillfully massaged her clit with deft 
fingertip touches in front, while a finger of her opposite hand 
slowly invaded her cunt from behind. One finger slid in to the second 
knuckle before she worked a second into the tight yet slowly yielding 
opening. MJ leaned forward and began licking, sucking, nibbling her 
ear. She breathed hotly on her neck and whispered delightfully lewd 
and kinky nothings in her ear.

Kathryn swooned and thrust her palms against the window to steady 
herself. The city lights blurred before her, and she absently 
wondered if the window was one-way, or if the city might also be 
looking up at her. As Mary Jane continued thrusting, she leaned into 
her red-haired lover, forcing Kathryn against the glass, which 
displayed her flattened tits to the city like a modern object d'art.

Kathryn could stand it no longer and exploded in a completely 
unrestrained display of female rapture. Mary Jane had to literally 
carry her sweetheart back to the bed.

Their room had a replicator, but they ordered champagne and 
strawberries from room service anyway, just so they could put on 
skimpy robes which left nothing to the imagination and tease the poor 
waiter unmercifully when he arrived. They ate, drank, napped, and 
made love into the wee hours of the morning.

They lay on the bed next to each other -- on their stomachs, chins on 
their hands. Kathryn sighed. After all her years of dreaming, doubt 
was creeping in. "I hope I'm doing the right thing."

"Are you kidding? You were meant for this. You couldn't stay in 
Lafayette forever -- just another boring summer creepin' in. Even I'm 
tired of that town."

"You'll take care of Leonardo?"

"Just like I promised." Mary Jane hugged Kathryn and kissed the back 
of her neck. "So, are you ready for your big day?"

"Please," said Kathryn. "Let's not talk about it. For now, let's just 
let it be you and me." She began nuzzling and kissing MJ's neck. "All 
I want right now is one last dance with Mary Jane."

~ Last dance with Mary Jane
~ One more time to kill the pain
~ I feel summer creepin' in
~ And I'm tired of this town again

(End)



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