Sally Brown. Just the mention of her name made my stomach flutter. I was eighteen at the time, about to finish school, hopelessly naive, and a virgin.
I remember the first time I noticed her. I was standing in line to buy a ticket to a film, when the girl in front of me bent to pick some fallen object from the ground. Wearing a long, pleated navy skirt and white blouse, her shining auburn hair drifted down her back, and I could smell her perfume. Her skirt opened as she stooped, and I saw a flash