" Oh, really! Was Mr. Reynolds one?" Teachers never get any at school. No, I only put out to the class of '85, but I put out to over thirty of them. I...got to fuck every guy I ever dreamed of fucking, and their girlfriends didn't mind. Some even watched or joined in. I had varsity cheerleaders licking my snatch while varsity football players were fucking my snatch. Like I said, this was Eve Winslow day." You got cheated out of a full day, Eve." Yes, but I have a feeling that next week will be. I look at the book realize it is a journal that I that I wrote in high school after collection of suicides. The school wanted to know any depression from the rest of the student body.I slowly scan the book and remember remembering being a bit of a nerd, I would always stutter around them. I was also having slight issue with blackouts during this time. The blackouts sometimes lasted for few minutes while others lasted for whole night. The worse blackouts occurred about the same time after seeing. Kiss me?" I had almost said fuck me instead.He looked at me with momentarily unfathomable eyes. Then, shrugging, he said: "Because you're the perfect woman for me."I snorted. "I'm far from perfect." You are to me," he countered.Arms crossed, wine bottle clutched in my right hand, foot tapping incessantly on the floor, I said: "You are crazy."Sighing, he looked down at the floor.For a long time, neither of us moved nor spoke. I kept tapping the floor with my bare foot, he kept staring at it.. "Bring them down," Joan said over the radio."You lead the way, I'll come along last." Rodney nodded. "So lets get this train on track," I said. I stuck my head in the door and said, "It's time."We led the slightly smaller crew down the stairs, Rodney's head was on a swivel as he walked down the center aisle of the theater. Rodney was followed by the rest of us. I had to prod TJ Soda to keep him from kissing all the pretty young girls. He did finally start the show. Rodney and I spent our time.