It's almost a crime, what you're doing. She was so innocent, still is, even after all this time. Even after all you've done with her, to her. Even after all the sex, fucking against the wall outside the Bronze. She still blushes when you hold her hand on a date to the movies, or give her a quick kiss out on patrol. She still gets flustered when her friends tease her about you and still chokes on her coke when you say just what you want to do with her when you get home.

She's so pure, you feel guilty, knowing she could do so much better.

But not guilty enough to leave her, because no matter how bad you feel, there's twice as much love.