It was that dreaded day of 7th grade, when they marched all the girls of the class into the gym and gave them “The Talk”. We were a little over a mile out of town, and could easily hop on our bicycles and ride along the gravel road and be there in a handful of minutes. Any and all encouragement is appreciated. And while this displeased him greatly, it gave me time to read, or do the homework I should have done the night before. All too often I’ve read stories which are well written, grammatically correct and with proper spelling, good sex scenes, and characters which are about as interesting as dead fish. It was so gross.” A dip in the road sent us banging around the school bus, and she was quiet for a few moments. She demanded I stayed outside the bathroom while she stripped and got into the shower.
