So, I was thinkin’ about H.R.’s reaction when she found out I was seein’ a woman her age, about King’s face when he realized I was fuckin’ a girl two years younger ’an him, and my brothers rowdy cheers each time there was evidence that I’d taken her to my bed. I tried not to sit there in the cold dark of the mid-November night and think about all the ways this thing with Lou could go wrong but there was somethin’ about being drenched in shadows that made a man contemplative and there sure as fuck was somethin’ about knowin’ you were about to take a woman’s cherry that made ya careful. It was a reality I had to face ’cause I knew, if I was serious about ’er, which given my plans for the evenin’, I was, it’d be a fact I’d have to face with brutal regularity. The fuck of it was, I sure as hell wasn’t a teenager anymore-the grey comin’ in slow at my temples and the crow’s feet ’side my eyes proved that-but my girl was a teenager.
I waited a block away like a fuckin’ teenage chump sneakin’ out with his teenage girl after curfew.
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