She was slim, tanned, and had legs that seemed to go on for miles. She was definite eye-candy. . .
It was nineteen ninety-one, I was eighteen, a senior in high school and jock on the baseball team. However, I was not a popular one. I was that guy that everyone liked and every girl got along with. Yeah, that guy. But I liked my status among my peers. I was well-liked, had no problems with anyone, and an everyday person that everyone came to for advice. I was quite happy with my high...Read On