I straightened up more out of annoyed curiosity than anything else and glared at the source of my interruption. One evening about a month after our first encounter I was returning home from a dance class a few streets away from where I lived. Old enough to vote but not yet stroked; just out of high school awaiting acceptance to university and still a virgin. I was confused; though I trusted him and had been longing over the past month to be alone with him, I was feeling a little scared. It’s depressing being eighteen but folks not seeing you that way or treating you that way because of your build; having mostly fresh, mumbling early teen boys hitting on you or worse yet old freaks that see you as jail bait but are willing to take the chance.
