The summer passed. Sara cried for a week, but like all 19 year olds the things that seemed like the end of the world were pretty much forgotten in a week. By the time school started again she was herself, although she did cringe if her step-brother’s name was mentioned. David lounged around the city for the rest of the summer thinking, writing and studying. Sara was going off to college in September and he likely wouldn’t see her again until some Christmas or wedding.
As for the stories, David wrote a few but didn’t post any. He made a conscious decision not to look on the newsgroups, not to look for her. That lasted about a month and then he gave in. “BeatDownLove” he typed in the search box and then just stared for a while before pressing the return key and wincing.
There were about eight stories, many of which were commented on heavily. He noticed “The Wrestling Match” was not among them. In fact none of them seemed to be about a step-brother and step-sister. He looked at the codes next to each story and saw “Mf, MF, ff, MM, MMf”… no “inc” which stood for incest. He though that he should have felt relieved, but he didn’t.