"No!" I shouted into the mouthpiece.I took a breath and composed myself."That won't be necessary Drew; I'll meet you there."I didn't want Sloane or Am...nda to know I was meeting a boy. Especiallynot a football player. God! What would they think!I checked myself out in the mirror and fixed my makeup. I should havebeen wearing jeans to traverse that overgrown paddock and mooch aroundthat rickety barn but dammed if I wasn't going to show off one of my bestassets; my long legs.I slipped out of. " Why would I want to go and see those assholes? Most of them made my life miserable when I went to school with them." That's the beauty of it bud, you get to go back and see what they turned into. You didn't go back to the tenth so you missed out on some pretty good laughs. Remember Beverly Abeg? Miss Super Hot Cheerleader who thought that her shit didn't stink? She waddled into the reunion bud, actually waddled. She was two-fifty if she was an ounce. It did my heart good to see her like that.. The closeness... I guess that's it. We are enjoying it together, I'm sure of it. I try to be careful not to encourage it excessively, but it is, in fact tempting. He has such pleasure when there is a chance to look down my blouse, for example. It is the rapture that makes me not object or pull back. I just enjoy him looking at my breasts and radiating pleasure and appreciation. My nipples get hard and I even lubricate a little. I think there is nothing wrong in our harmless pleasures. And. "3. My father taught me about TIME TRAVEL."If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!"4. My father taught me LOGIC."Because I said so, that's why."5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC."If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT."Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident."7. My father taught me IRONY."Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about."8..