Tall too, about 5' 9", about my weight, but I didn't care. She was friendly and a junior in high school. Smoked cigars, weed, and drank. I avoided tho...e things. Icared more about sports than all that nastiness. But, it all worked out. In both of our favors.DAY 1."Oh man! Am I looking fresh or what with these shorts?" I said to my friend as we walked out of a sports store."Ya ya sure, what bout my AF1's?" he said as he walked with swagger in his new Nikes.(We were very materialistic and always. One love film was going in that tv . We talked more abt love and I started talking abt sex first she felt shy and than she talked abt it with me . I felt guts and plan to have fuck with her . I went to kitchen and brought two ice cream and gave one to her while having ice cream I acted unknowingly doing and split some ice cream on her where that ice cream place on her was very sexy place. That ice cream place on her right boob exactly I said soo sorry and I said I clean now itself . So. We’d both been eighteen years old. She was one of those rich girls, the daughter of a Wall Street tycoon– I was the son of the Irish working class, I’d needed a scholarship. I was a virgin — she, it turned out, wasn’t. Both freshmen, we’d been on campus just seven days…. September 14th, 1993, Middlebury College, Vermont It was just one of those Freshman Week social gatherings, a party that had brought together half of our class to meet and mix. A class that was made up of the sons and daughters. I have no memory of finishing dinner. My wife and I just sat there starring at each other in silence.Diedre asked to be excused and went to her room.All I could think of was that Diedre has had far more cock than I had pussy at the same age. She was a bigger slut than I had been a horn dog.Finally, my wife broke the silence and asked, “what now?”What now indeed, I thought.“I think a sit-down meeting with Fred and Mabel Sherman would be in order,” I said.“Agreed, and I will arrange it” she.