PR
Some tennis
coach teamed us up so
the year before, when
she chased me,
and I pulled a chair
down behind me, it was
sixth grade, and she tripped hard on
it, had to
be forgiven if
not forgotten. Priscilla
had grown so
large during the short
intervening June
she became
an instant “hit” with
her male classmates. But
I had the inside track at
Harley, that
is, until Durbin
and I published our newspaper.
Dad was so
impressed he ran off copies,
but the school
didn’t want to know
who was screwing whom,
who smoked pot,
or how angry she got when
I snapped her
bra strap; or how Chris
fingered Kim in class!
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