He was, without doubt, the most sought-after young man in the history of luisville: Rich parents – both of which were our of the country – and raven locks combined with blue eyes that made you feel as if you were lost in a cloudy day.
And I, Emma Tinzer, had him in my room. The other girls would Freak! I always knew I loved wonderbras. True, he was always more than gentle with ladies, but he was still a boy; and as such, perceptible to my womanly wiles.

We sat on the bed – MY bed – surrounded by the most sumptuous milieu, and ever so close together, while he provocatively inscribed jumbled designs on my upper arm with the tips of his piquant hand.

As we nonchalantly leaned towards each other I felt my derelict heart pounce, just once, at my tightly bound rib cage. A brief whiff of his cologne tickled my nose and- and- ACHOOO ! Phlegm spattered across his Dave Levincci sweater. “I- I’m so sorry” I spluttered through small rivulets.
He left reticently and I, although he had been exorbitant, followed.