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I had never been made love to with such an incredible intensity. I didn’t let myself be scared, but I was a little. I kept thinking of ways to swim across part of the bay and get away if I had to. But the smell of the salt water, the wet nighttime grass, the salty winds, and Ames’ powerful body searching for mental and physical love from me were overpowering. I held him tight and he moaned and cried.

— Ann Harrington