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DAHLIA The DNA samples don’t match. This applies to the three guys whose DNA I stole at the party. Price’s, Novak’s, and Kane’s. So after he fucked my face and came down my throat three days ago, I kept some of his cum in my mouth and then bagged it. I’d like to think that’s the only reason I let him use me like a rag doll, but the throbbing between my legs at the time and long after I got home testify against that theory. At any rate, the fact that his DNA wasn’t present under my sister’s fingernails was a relief I didn’t know I needed until I stagger against the laboratory counter. Damn it. Is his innocence that important to me? Why? Because I burn for his touch? Because his mere presence unsettles me to the point of losing control? That doesn’t matter, though. I’ve had sex before. Sex is physical and doesn’t mean anything. So why the hell…? I stare at the DNA result sheet and then tuck it into my lab coat. The last thing I need is to lose this scholarship for performing illegal DNA