Generational Stories

Benjamin pulled his Tesla along the curb and parked in front of Stacey's house, checked his face in the mirror, and got out to head toward her front door. His hands moved absently, patting the pocket with the wrapped necklace, the cellphone with the electronic tickets, and the wallet with the two condoms. Tonight was going to be special for him. Well, for Stacey too, of course. He pressed the doorbell, straightened his sh...