I stutter out, “You’ve changed, Kim.”She laughs heartily, head tossing back as she dodges around another car.“You’re cute as always, Rick.�...Cute. I am cute. Just cute. Not handsome. Not hunk. Not even a ‘my you’ve grown’. But wait, cute. She thinks I’m still cute. That’s actually good! I’m a cute boy. I blush yet again, but my long hair is blowing so much, that she probably can’t see my face well anyway.“Thanks, how’s school been? I hear you are a cheerleader,” duh, obviously, with that bod.She. I saw the fear on Liz’s pretty face. I saw a dear friend hit by a van and another attacked while his back was turned. I saw Ryan doing his best to fight off three attackers.I kept my eyes closed as the movie continued. I might have killed a guy, I thought. No, I corrected mentally, I might have killed two men – one with a rock and another with my bare hands (or at least a bare arm). I remembered the sounds and the smells. The guy I grabbed around the neck had severe body odor. I hadn’t noticed. "He walked away and I loked at Sara. "What are you doing???" It's been way too long for you, dear. You need to get laid and Jenni and I were talking...we decided tonight is the night! Come on, let's go."I reached for pur panties, but she said to leave them and the three of us scooted out of the booth, With our short skirts and now no panites, I am sure that with the right timing, a few people got some nice surprises.I followed the two girls our of the resturaunt as they held hands in front. He was not an easy man to get to know.I finally got tired of waiting for him to ask me out. After a week and a half of sitting together at lunch time I mentioned that the county fair was coming to town. It began to look like I was going to have to come right out and ask him to take me. But he finally took the hint and invited me to go to the fair with him. We were married six months later.In those intervening six months we probably made love half a dozen times. So, when I was married eight.