SophomoreChapter 5 Labor Day 1990
It had been a slow process, deciding we liked each other, the first kiss, proving our mutual trust, sleeping in the same bed, deciding what we meant by love and finally professing our love for each other. Once Shirley proclaimed that she loved me she set out to prove it. The golf glove came off that Saturday night in the hotel and her sex-spigot turned on. "You weren't kidding about liking sex, were you?" I asked after our second time. She spread a clean towel on the bed and got back in...