Amazing -- first draft weighs in at EXACTLY 105 words!
My father, never a fearful man, was terrified that I’d get some girl “in trouble.”
Shy, socially awkward me – what a joke.
There was a girl I had my eye on, Jenny: slender, dark-haired, cute, but not the type other guys would notice.
But she was shy, too.
Not so Sheila. I don’t know what drew her to me. Maybe it was the challenge.
She took me for a walk in the woods, a quiet place where we were utterly alone.
She knew what to do and how to do it, and as the line was crossed, I knew I’d never be quite the same.
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Yep, those old days of youth. The line is crossed, and then suddenly everything goes to sheep dip. Or at least so I found. Well written and evocative.
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