Colin Myers first slept with his neighbor four days after his eighteenth birthday, but he'd wanted Wanda Mitchell for two long summers. He liked wrapping his arms around her and tasting her salty neck in the fleeting minutes before she slid off the bed and sent him home. He lived across the street. They had not been caught, no close calls, but like adrenaline after a car accident, the possibility lingered.
Booth: Vol. 3
, Article 3.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/booth/vol3/iss5/3