This Happened To Me

Prom Night 1985

Memories

Amber and I have a room at the Bighorn, a local hotel, that through the years became a place where sweet, sensitive co-eds go in as innocents and walk-out nasty girls.

I’m hoping to be holding this lovely creature as she makes her transformation. It’s been nearly six months of kissing that mouth, tasting her tongue, and caressing the most curvaceous body in all of R.S. Central High School.

Tonight nothing is keeping my future wife from delivering me her flower. As I watch her enjoying her plate of sirloin tips. She notices.

“What, is there something wrong with your steak?” She asks.

“Oh no, sweetie, I’m just enjoying my view.”

“Thank you, bad boy, now eat up. We have a long night of partying ahead. I’m going to need you to eat up so you have all your strength if you know what I mean.”

“Amber Johnson, I’m afraid.”

“Yes, Kade, you should be very afraid.”

We hold hands walking into R.S. Central gymnasium, making quite a fetching pair. The epitome of black love is on display for the world to see. As we make our way down the stairs from the concession lobby. I turn the corner; she hits my chest with her face.