Girl 52: you were more than pretty. You were my number one life-savor. Only one kiss we shared can I remember to savor on your mom’s steps.
You and your friends flirted with us upperclassmen. I liked you. I was 13. You were 11. Child abuse! You were all over me.
Nice caboose in those jeans! Memory lasts 30 years and fades.
For a single mom you had it down. Get the guy drunkish and go see a movie. My inhibitions were down. That was fun. Except we worked together. Thanks for snubbing me.
MILC= mothers I’d like to care about: