Wednesday 2:00 PM.
I was 16 at the time. Sitting in my 7th. period Civics class. My girlfriend Misty Jones was in the desk beside me.
I sat there undressing her with my eyes.
Just one more hour and the two of us would be on our way to her house. And I’d be undressing her for real. Her mom is single and usually works late. And gives us hours of quality time to do as we please.
Of course she doesn’t know, but does have her suspicions.
Motherly instinct I suppose.
Or that’s