This is my first attempt at writing about my memories. Angie and I dated for almost 4 years before she went back to my ex-best friend to marry him. Th...t didn’t last. We were both 17 at the time. Angie was my best friend’s girlfriend and off limits, or so I thought. Angie and Pat had dated for the past year and I had heard stories from Pat about their bedroom activities. It turned out that Angie loved sex as much as he did and seemed to like it as much as I thought of it. Out of the blue I. Ok maine kaha thk hai ……. Maine sandals malkin ke chamka dia chat chat kar fir malkin kahte muze 1 ganta lagega tb tk mera kutta kya karega ……. Maine kaha jo is kutte ki malkin kahegi ….. To unhone mere face par sandals marke …….. Muze bathrum m hath pair bhandkar band kar dia aur vaha dhud biscuit phek dia …. Aur kaha mere kutte jb tk m aau bathrum chat chat kar saf kar dena ni to teri maa chod dugi m …… M chatne lga ………Maine jaise taise…… Unke ane tak saf kar dia the …….. Jb malkin aye …. Tb. “Do you mind if I sing lead on that song, Jennifer, Sam?” I asked as we moseyed around to our positions out front.“Run with it, Mike,” Jennifer quickly replied while Sam just laughed and butted her forehead into my shoulder.Just as we about to get started, Sam shouted, “Wait a sec, guys. I wanna play this on my twelve-string. I’ve just got a funky feeling about doing it on that, instead of on my Strat.”“This outta be good,” I replied to Paul as we watched Sammy swap one guitar for another.Paul. It would be the closest thing she had ever had to a date. Except for courting my ex-wife, I had not dated anyone for over two decades. I had not even thought about other women after the divorce. That had pretty much kicked the wind out of me.When I picked up Sally at what used to be my home, my ex-wife greeted me with chilly courtesy. I was glad her new lover was not there. Sally looked charming, with a blue floral dress that beautifully draped curves I tried not to admire, and a small suit.