By: Tiffany Taylor Copyright 2008Tommy was sitting in class bored out of his mind. Slowly he started todoze off. For him tomorr...w was THE BIG DAY and that was all he couldconcentrate on as he started to doze. Tommy had a dream of his future. In it a man and a woman were kissing, making Tommy very happy. Hesensed the love between them and their happiness."Mr. Tabler, would you please answer the question," said Mr. Jones.As was often the case, Tommy woke up to laughter. ‘Yes ma’am, sorry. I was daydreaming.’ Jake coughed to clear his throat, he was husky sounding from the alcohol he had consumed. He was still quite a bit tipsy, but he knew how to handle his alcohol in public. ‘About that cute little thing over there, eh? Her name’s Lauren. She’s a lucky girl to have you staring at her,’ the woman chattered on as she led Jake to a booth somewhat near the redhead. ‘And if I could there dear, I’d would just love to get you to sign a napkin or something for my. I will be telling my story as it is. I wasn’t diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder until I was 42. More precisely I was told I was a High Functioning Autistic previously called Asperger’s Syndrome. Some autistics hate the high and low functioning labels because severe autistics can still have great talents and those at the other end of the spectrum like me have so many issues. Me, I don’t give a fuck what it’s called, it is still the same thing to me. What? It is true! I called the story. Nothing of the teenage discoveries, no hopeless calls for the past or adoration. In love like all things she was driven, weaving together purpose and tenderness. Her tongue darted through his lips waiting for no invitation, her hands busy lowering the zipper of her uniform.As she wiggled out of it, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, she raised both her wrists together behind her neck, stretching and spreading her hair around with a throaty moan of joy. She offered her nudity without a clue.