HIGH SCHOOL

I want to tell you a story. A story of love not yet lost. Of forbidden love. Of tantalizing romance, and the ways of a woman. All of you out there who might not be of the age where you know these lifealtering things, I pray you listen and hear what I have to say. It might just make you as happy of a man as I.

It all started one day. The sun rose to an apex over the tree line, cascading ripples of golden glow into the atmosphere. I was walking, as I normally do, when I spotted a sight out of the corner of my eye. I hadn’t even noticed, focused as I was on carrying my groceries back to my house, but there was a woman sitting in the middle of a flowery field to the left of me. Her hair fell in curtains around her, sashaying around her waist, those succulent hips on her petite little frame. They were propped up on one side like a renaissance painting as she faced the opposite direction. I bit my lip. It couldn’t be.

Oh, but it was. My high school sweetheart, ripe for the taking. I couldn’t believe it, imagine my luck! And so soon after Sharen left me? It had to be a sign. I wasn’t going to let this opportunity go to waste. I was going to take what was rightfully mine before it had a chance to escape me. I strode over, knowing that she would be impressed by the way that I had matured and grown into myself as a man. I stroked one hand through my beard, affording myself a glance at her hips. I wasn’t disgusting, of course, but when presented with a silver platter, one would have to be an idiot to refuse.

As I approached, she spun around in shock. “What are you doing here?”

I broke into a grin at her obvious interest, placing a hand behind my neck to subtly display my raging muscles. Women love nice guys like me, as long as you give them the opportunity to see it. And from her words, it was clear that our meeting was just as extraordinary to her as it was to me. I mean look at her! She was trying to be subtle, the lady that she was, but her nipples were already erect at the sight of me. “Well,” I chuckled, “You know. I decided to move back home recently. I didn’t know you were still around. Would you—”

“This is a school, Harold. You can’t be here.”

Tantalizing, trembling. Her voice brought octaves to shame and soothed the furious storm inside my soul. All I wanted was to wake up every day, lean