I saw little of Tracey over the next few days. I began to worry that she was avoiding me, but my fears were quickly dispelled when she came into my room the following Friday night and put on a CD, then sat on my bed and casually chatted about her week.
When the inevitable lull in the conversation arrived, Tracey looked up at me and spoke.
”Steve, about last week…,” she began.
I braced for bad news.
”What happened last weekend was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. It was–you were amazing! You are the sweetest, sexiest, most attractive guy I’ve ever known. No one has ever made me…,” Her Click to read more