Remember That Time In The Minivan, Twenty

Right. I'd Forgotten About Her.' He Shook His Head. 'that Keeps Happening.

I Expertly Angled My Raison Bran To Accomodate The G-forces.

Imagine Others Complexly.

It's Nice To Have People Who Will Feel Guilty For You.

Her Underwear, Her Jeans, The Comforter, My Corduroys And My Boxers Between Us, I Thought. Five Layers, And Yet I Felt It, The Nervous Warmth Of Touching – A Pale Reflection Of The Fireworks Of One Mouth On Another, But A Reflection Nonetheless. And In The Almostness Of The Moment, I Cared At Least Enough. I Wasn’t Sure Whether I Liked Her, And Doubted Whether I Could Trust Her, But I Cared At Least Enough To Try To Find Out. Her On My Bed, Wide Green Eyes Staring Down At Me. The Enduring Mystery Of Her Sly, Almost Smirking, Smile. Five Layers Between Us.