Linda Sue
"Mmm. No." Darrel and I had been going together for a month and a half and this was the first thing he'd tried. Yet, I reached around and pulled his hand out of my pants as if I was deathly afraid of it. It was 1969 and I was going to be a sophomore at Santana High School. I liked Santee but a lot of people thought it was a joke. When you passed by it on the freeway, the big attraction was the wannabe cowboy bar on the side of the road, just before the second exit, almost straight across...