Thin white paper crackled beneath my thighs and bottom as young, restless legs bounced off the side of the oak examination table. I was making a lot of noise, but was excessively bored. After she…
Seven years! Seven long, hard years of making eyes with the girl he wanted to marry and not being able to do anything about it. Three years short of a decade of controlling his thoughts…
I was kind of upset with him. Enough that I drove over to his house and we calmly talked things over. I sent him a text about two weeks in advance so that my opponent…