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Lowell and I were in a motel in an unfamiliar locale. Tara P. was there, and in a state of undress. We were joking around, but I realized that what I was doing with Tara was not okay because I'm going to be married soon. Lowell's hands were on mine, massaging Tara with oil, and I laughed and finally pulled away, explaining that I would not be doing that anymore, that I'd made a mistake.