We’re taking the plunge….
And so began our ‘daring’ affair. Every week except one, we were together once or twice. The thrill of being in each other’s arms while the school went about its normal day was an aphrodisiac. The risk of being caught added fuel.
The intensity smoothed into casual lingering affection. One of us would made the first move in study hall, the other followed. Occasionally, we’d make quick eye contact, acknowledging nothing. No one suspected and no one knew.
One always met the other back of the auditorium, long gentle kisses, then move into the room. Usually, we’d kiss, then relax into talking about things. As time passed, we found common ground in TV, cartoons, and, of course, music. The stories we exchanged (as you will see) shared how we grew up. Her small, tightly knit city versus my edge-of-the-cornfield suburbia. The patterns, habits, and actors of her town (aka ‘poor town’) were set in stone over many years while my town was still trying to settle as it grew and the impending mall changed the rotation of our universe .
Elementary kids across the alley paraded down to the playground for recess as sat contentedly kissing and caressing mere feet away. One of us invariably said, “Can you believe we’re in here and they’re just outside?