After our first s****l encounter, Ashley mixed us a rum and coke with a slice of lime to celebrate the occasion. Then I pulled up the anchor, and she continued to sail around the four-mile round Lake. I was lying on the deck, drinking, daydreaming and thinking it was only a year ago, at this time, when I was driving dune scooters at Mac Wood’s resort and had never had s****l intercourse. That’s when I’d met Bobbi Weber, who did two great things for me. She introduced me to love making and the Hollywood School of Theatre Arts. To her, I would be eternally grateful.
I looked over at Ashley; she smiled and blew me a kiss, I thought. Life is good. It’s good to be young. I took a sip of my drink and went back to daydreaming.
I thought about Mrs. Liefers, and the four girls, who I had lived wi
