When he picked us up for our date Miss Amour was already in the backseat waiting for me. Mr. Brown drove us out of town and up into the hills to a sec...uded cabin that the school principle had let him use.Mr. Brown the male teacher must have really had the goods on Miss Amour because Peggy had no trouble getting her topless, then fully nude, and finally into a very hot sixty-nine. Watching a thirteen-year-old student try to suck the lining out of her twenty-six-year-old English teacher was. I nearly hung up, but willed myself to ask when they'd be opening tonight. He'd seemed almost as scared as I when he answered they'd be opening later than usual, nearly 9 pm. Here I was, a hand full of minutes until that time. These men seemed anxious... I'd only seen such unsettling energy waiting for pre-releases on video games and phones, or outside the mall on the eve of Black Friday Mania.Of course, what I don't see as I stare at the electronic display of my car's clock is that these men. I ordered a pint, found a seat in the corner, and began reading the paper. I looked up just as a young looking boy entered he went to the bar and ordered a pint, the barman asked for I.D., the boy showed his drivers licence and the barmen pulled the pint. The young man crossed to the table he asked if the chair was, free. I invited him to sit. He told me it was his 18th birthday but he was living in digs and had no one to celebrate. His mother had called in the morning and he was all. ’ ‘Sounds lucky you got out when you did.’ ‘Yeah, maybe. But he was fun.’ ‘Fun?’ ‘Oh, life was just fun back then, Tom. You remember how it was.’ I did. It wasn’t a question. ‘It was fun to play the privileged class, you know, enjoying their privileges,’ she said, and that sounded funny coming from her. She had hated that about the people at Dartmouth and down in the islands, and it wasn’t self-loathing, either. She had always been on the outside, looking in. Her family had usually been just.