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Eventually of course, our passion for each other was bound to break through our best efforts to hide it. Our feelings for each other finally became stronger than our mutual fears of being rejected. Claire, it turns out, was as scared as I. A 44 year age difference after all, does give one cause for caution.
Naturally enough it began over breakfast. We had both completed our laps of the pool in better than average time and we felt truly proud of ourselves. We even high-fived when I left her at her door and continued on to my place. When I came back for breakfast I had changed into a pair of white tennis shorts and a matching polo shirt. I was still pumped up after our swim.
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