Sexless Stories

On a frigid early October Saturday, Gwen Kirkpatrick sat at a table in a tiny cafe, looking bored while sipping her chai tea. She'd finished half of her five-mile run with Paul, a guy who sat next to her in their first-year biology class. He seemed like a nice guy in class, offering to help when Gwen had questions. He wasn't pushy, so she accepted when he invited her to run. Now, she was regretting it. They'd run the two-...