it was hot
it was late Fall
unseasonable
the sidewalk and he were patterned by the
movingshadows of bare tree branches overhead
he was walking home for lunch from grade
school
his mother seemed distracted when he
arriveda quick kiss atop his head she left
the kitchen
she had made him lunch
a white Wonder bread Cheez Whiz sandwich
cup of Campbells tomato soup warm carrot and celery sticks a sweating glass of cold milk above the
tableware like an exclamation point
he wondered if he did something to deserve this
it was Monday
he had been to a birthday party Saturday
a group of the kids snuck off to the
basement and played spin the bottle
he kissed pecked Gale Prellberg
Jannet Zipparo spun and when she went to
kiss him she openmouth kissed himtook his breath away slowlysitting back she said That’s called a
French kiss.
he
was looking down her blouse
she had cleavage
because
Jannet was chubby
he wondered if Jannets mother called his
mother
years later he walking on the same sidewalk
under the same trees along Belle Plaine Avenue a block behind Gale
she was something to behold from behind
she crossed Greenwood Avenue went right
he knew her house was second from the corner
he lost sight of her
as he crossed Greenwood he saw that she
was standing on her front porch
Comere!
he came
as he walked up toward her
house trying hard not to be too obviousglancing at her perky big tits
they
jutted
they were incomparable
perky
and big
howd she pull that off
Follow me.
he had been
Okay
she lead him up a narrow sidewalk along
the side of the house into the backyard and to a dilapidated leaning garage off the graveled alleyway
the door to it was swung in and
open it wouldnt close
inside was a two door turquoise Studebaker
sedan on concrete blocks
Nineteenfiftynine.
Cool
she opened the passenger side door
appeared she was going to get in
she pausedplaced a foot on the door sill
turned her back was to the door
Do you remember that birthday party we were at where we went down into
the basement and played spin the bottle?
I do
I was a little jealous I didn’t get to French kiss you.
I didnt know you want to kiss me
Do you remember that party a year, year and
a half ago maybe longer, where we went into the closet, we were playing Seven Minutes
in Heaven?
Ohyes Yes I do
Weah
. . ah . felt each other up.
They opened the door early on us
I walked out backwards
she laughed had
sensational dimples
Yes.
I saw you walking home behind me.
Yes
Were you following me?
Yes
I thought so.
And thinking I thought
about our interrupted seven minutes.
Yes he wasnt sure he was breathing any more
I thought . . . we should have our time.
she
stepped off the sill sprung the back of the passenger seat forward and went
head first into the backseat
her skirt rode up
she wasnt wearing panties
soon he wasnt either
hed say
but he wasnt one to kiss and tell
he would say torrid
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