volume 2 (of 4)

Just like Warren Beatty and Faye Dunaway in Bonnie and Clyde, our eyes spoke in a language few will ever understand. In that moment everything I knew, everything I didn't know, none of it mattered.

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My mind slipped away from the world around me and I found myself sitting in school, starting a new semester with new classes and new text books. I never liked being forced to go to school but I had always enjoyed getting a new book. Any kind of book would do, just as long as it was new. I wanted to be the first to open the cover, flip through the pages slowly and deliberately, smell that unforgettable new book scent.

So I was almost giddy with that excitement, I opened it, having that classic smell permeate my nostrils like a cheap perfume. But instead of the beauty of a blank first page, my eyes were assaulted with a cold, black stamp that the imperialistic school district had decided to implement that year. It literally shocked me, sending cold lighting bolts of icy cold fear down my spine. I had to read it a few times before it would sink in. It read:

The Roswell School District and its employees encourage students to abstain from illegal drug use and premarital sexual activity. Where was this coming from? It made no sense. We we're encouraged to abstain from illegal drug use and premarital sex.

Sure, I've smoked pot a couple of times and I've been drunk at least once that I can remember... but what else is there to do in this god forsaken town? We are gonna be haunted by the alien myths and fantasies till the end of time. Or until they actually land their ship, pop out the metallic hatch and say "We come in peace".

Instead of being encouraged not to do it, I felt inclined to storm out of my Psychology class, sneak Tabitha out of the gym, head towards the shadows of the abandoned warehouse we use as a hideout, light up a bowl of sweet kindbud and make passionate love to Tabby.

Of course, like most dreams in this town, that didn't happen.

I did try to get the other kids in my class to notice this harsh stupidity but they were too caught up in trying to figure out what they had all done in a drunken daze the past weekend. I tried bringing it up with the teacher but she was afraid of losing her job speaking out against a silly little message. Obviously, she had lost the spark a long time ago.

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I must have been taken away by that stark and direct communication, because I didn't notice Tabitha roll over from her grassy bed and gently kiss me.

Her scarlet mane fell around her head and I knew that she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The orange light from the humming street light reflected around her head, creating this luminescent glow and, for a moment, I could have sworn that she was an angel. I stopped myself, trying to tell myself that this is just speaking, don’t deny it, you want her. More that anything I have ever wanted in my life, I wanted her. I wanted her kiss, her breath, her warmth, her desire. I wanted it all.

I couldn’t have it.

Not yet. I was much too soon. We had covered this ground early in the relationship. Sex is a sacred thing to the both of us.....we wanted it to be at the right point in our lives. We wanted it to be perfect. We had covered this ground before. We had covered this ground before....but...this time, it felt so right. So, I kissed her back.

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