How do I describe her? She wasn't a high school sweetheart. Not the way one normally thinks of a sweetheart. We were going to different schools together, as the saying goes. A girls' boarding school on one side of town. A military school on the other. Dates in that town usually meant going to the movies and making out. She quickly got inside my head. She noticed I liked feeling her slip and probed. I confessed that I like...