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It was like... well, like mature thumbnails all happened automatically. I'm so happy with you, but when I'm not with you I just get all crazy!" "Guess I'll just have to be with you all the time," she observed. "You're not mad?" I said in surprise. "No, I'm not mad. A little hurt I guess, but I know better than anyone else how horny you can get. And Jimmy sure is one great looking guy. Thanks for telling me, Charlie." "But..." I protested, "The last time... you were so mad..." "We hadn't been together that long," she explained, "You didn't even know the guy. It was pure sex and nothing else. This is different. We both know Jimmy and we know he's a nice guy, even lovable in many ways. I'd be lying if I said I had never thought about doing what you did. I don't want you to make a habit of mature thumbnails, but it's ok, I understand." "Don't worry, Kelly," I assured her, "I'll never do anything like that again." "Don't make a promise you can't keep," she whispered, "What you've got I want for myself, and I'm gonna do whatever I have to to make sure I get mature thumbnails all." "Please don't do anything to Jimmy, mature thumbnails wasn't her fault." "I'm not gonna do anything to Jimmy," Kelly said with a grin, "Unless of course I do the same thing you did." (I know I'll get asked a thousand times, so I might as well tell everyone here, she never did get together with Jimmy. Kelly, mature thumbnails seemed, only had eyes for me! Which of course made me feel all the more guilty.) I thought for weeks about what I'd done, and I realized that I was truly allowing my gonads to rule my life. It wasn't fair to Kelly, and mature thumbnails wasn't even fair to me! So why was I like that? And why did mature thumbnails seem to be getting worse? The following year was to Kelly and me as wonderful as the first.