Story III: The Male Heart

I was in the 6th grade. She was in 7th. I had made my move. Now it was her turn.

I was in the 6^th grade. She was in 7^th.

We were in the basement of her house in a rec room with 1970’s faux-wood panelling. We sat on a carpeted floor across from each other with our legs criss-cross under a glass coffee table.

We had only met that day. Our parents were friends of friends. I was visiting for a single afternoon. We would never see each ot…