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Sharing stories….. In a prior post, I talked about JFK’s assassination…I was in first grade and how the day became our generation’s watermark. {Shameless plug !] The ‘next week’ (her ‘time’) came and Allie and I didn’t meet. Come that Friday, she slipped me a hand signal at her locker that she was recovering. Monday,… Continue reading 11/22/63 revisited

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… Continue reading So it Begins!

As we’re gathering up our stuff, Allie starts chattering. “If you see me dressed in pants and flats, that means I’m not feeling very sexy or sociable. And we can’t do this Wednesdays, Mrs. Geibach is a bitch.” “Oh yea, agree with that.” “I’ll go first when I sit in front of you. The rest… Continue reading More ‘rules’

First of Allie’s stories. “Were you afraid of the dark when you were a kid?”I ask. “Na………..well, I Guess a little. I Must’ve been around 3. Dunno where my parents were. I woke up from a nightmare or something and the darkness really spooked me. I started sobbing. Doug heard me and he comes in.… Continue reading Friday II

My insides are coiling as I go through classes, forcing myself to listen and take notes. Doodling in the paper margins, variations on the letter ‘A’. Study hall arrives after excruciating hours. I rise, get my library pass, busy myself with books, leaving when no else is. Glancing back, Alison is standing up to get… Continue reading Friday

Steve returns, I’m loving Tull “She might want to French Kiss, do you know what that is? My look must have said it all. He sighs, gotta teach the idiot more about life. “Girls love to talk. She’s gonna stop kissing and ask you about anything from your family to what TV shows you watch.… Continue reading ‘Dear Abby’ a la Steve

How the hell did I make it through the next days? My insides were knotted. Could anyone tell by looking at me? Luckily, one was a gym day, I had to concentrate on sweating, then scrubbing my pits in the shower. Alison and I don’t even make eye contact. After the home-bound bus, I sit… Continue reading The Waiting

A word from our sponsor: “The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There’s also a negative side.”–Hunter Thompson I’m in my confirmation class, where we sit around ‘rapping.’ [Oh God, how I detested that word, it… Continue reading God is a rock and roll Star!

So he tells me. This far away from 7th grade, I have no idea what I thought sex was all about. I guess I figured girls needed a boy to make them feel good. So, they don’t really need a guy……hmmmm. We relax as I relate the day in detail. Sometimes he asks a question,… Continue reading Birds and Bees II: A Musical warning

A time and place for everything! We sit in the floor. The binocs are so close. Oh man, just one more look……. “Not one word about this or I’ll tear your fucking tongue out.” Even though we’re drinking soda, he’s very serious. (He doesn’t say fuck that often). “So, how long has this been happening?… Continue reading Birds and the Bees