WHAT THE HELL WAS WRONG WITH ME!? I'm a sane, intelligent woman. I've wanted to help people my whole life, it's why I went into Biology. I'm a good person. So why...why did I break into your dorm and steal your underwear!? I didn't want to do it! But...I couldn't help myself. I NEEDED you. Every thought eventually turned back to how perfect, handsome, and innocent you were. And those thoughts...the urge I had to hold, caress, and OWN very inch of your perfect body...were strong. Trying to hold them back was like trying to dam the Amazon River, and it HURT to deny myself for even a moment, let alone the weeks I had held out before caving and stealing your underpants...wait...was that you?