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French

Come walk with me through the unknown………. We stop to inhale. “Allie, do you french?” “French Kiss?” “Yea.” “Kinda stupid question. You’re my first boyfriend, so no, I’ve never tried it on a mirror or anything.” I ignore her cut, I’m on a mission. “Do you want to try?” Bright Eyes, her dimples crease. “Hell,… Continue reading French

Protection

“No such thing as being too careful.” That became my high school motto, when I worked to be sure I was never busted with booze or weed. But in seventh grade, I sit alone pondering Steve’s warning. How could I stall an adult walking in the auditorium without making it obvious someone was messing with… Continue reading Protection

Act 3, Scene 22

Here’s the setup: Scene: Steve’s bedroom. Two chairs face the window, a boy in each chair with binoculars on their eyes. Across the hall, this album plays: “This should be interesting. She had quite the mini skirt today.” “Oboy,” I said. “There goes the blouse.” “yea, it’s “BB Day’– blue bra. Hey, do you think… Continue reading Act 3, Scene 22

Feminine Changes

in which our hero actually says the right thing…….. I follow up about the teacher who didn’t recognize her. “Did you change a lot since fifth grade? Is your hair different?” She pauses, a sigh. Something (or someone) buried is rising. “Yea, I guess….” Hands in lap, she watches them. “I had braces. Really bad… Continue reading Feminine Changes

‘My teacher is sick’

OK, this was a new one from Allie. “Some mornings, if I walk, I come in the side door to the elementary school. There’s a stairway there no one uses, so I sit down and change shoes. They’re just starting school, so I can walk across the bridge to here and not get cold. “My… Continue reading ‘My teacher is sick’

Neighborhood Birds

well…… Science teacher is discussing birds of all types and sizes, so when we taking a breather from necking……. “When I was a little girl, we’d play on the Jessington’s porch in the summer. The other half of the house was an older Italian couple, I think they were the Terisia’s. They had a green… Continue reading Neighborhood Birds

Let’s talk fashion (WTF?)

Lessons for those without sisters We’re making out quietly against the auditorium back wall. From the silence…….click, click, click from the hall. <gotta admit, it was WAY cool to be making out when people were going about their day mere feet away> Into my mouth, she whispers, “I’ll bet anything that’s stupid Veronica.” I’m cynical.… Continue reading Let’s talk fashion (WTF?)

11/22/63 revisited

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

So it Begins!

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!