I Knocked Up the Prom Queen
I was twenty-six when Cheryl called and acted like we were old friends. We were from the same small town, a thousand miles away, and I didn't think we had ever spoken. She was the most beautiful and popular girl in high school, the homecoming and prom queen her senior year. I was a popular athlete, but only a lowly freshman. When I began college, in 1966, I was surprised to see her on campus. I didn't know she was a student there, too. I started to say hello, but she stuck her cute little butt...
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