Megan
“Do you want to kiss me?” Megan asked me, standing between the volleyball pit and the swings with her right hand on her cocked hip. Her long straight brown hair hung loosely, framing her face. Her hazel eyes swirled like clouds before a storm. She wore a black one piece swimsuit, ultrashort cutoff Jean shorts and sandals. My family took a vacation every year to Minnesota for two weeks. This year, Meg's family joined us during the second. I knew Meg most of my life, and was attracted to her...