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Reynard and I held back after biology while the other kids had gone and we walked up the corridor I could have scored that goal lunchtime if Goldfinch hadn't got in my way he's always where you don't want him to be Reynard said I saw Jeanette walking ahead of us with her blonde friend Angela Jeanette had class I thought her friend was a short mouthy girl but Jeanette was quite reserved and looked at you as if you had stepped in her sunshine but I liked her and that quick kiss I snatched the other day still felt stuck on my lips Angela had short tight blonde curls Jeanette had long dark hair reaching her shoulders I gazed at her thin figure her arms by her side the satchel over her shoulder Reynard was still talking about the football lunchtime I was looking at Jeanette’s sway of hips almost unseen yet visible to the trained eye the way her legs came down to her well heeled shoes the white ankle socks think we ought to try get Frazer on our side he'd be great in goal better than Dunton the prat he couldn't save a goal if the ball was as big as he was Reynard said yes we must get Frazer I said wondering how I’d get that kiss that Jeanette promised the lips tempting and her cheek just visible the place my lips touched the other day and the kiss just stayed there and wouldn't go away.
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC
AFTER BIOLOGY IN 1962.
Reynard and I held back after biology while the other kids had gone and we walked up the corridor I could have scored that goal lunchtime if Goldfinch hadn't got in my way he's always where you don't want him to be Reynard said I saw Jeanette walking ahead of us with her blonde friend Angela Jeanette had class I thought her friend was a short mouthy girl but Jeanette was quite reserved and looked at you as if you had stepped in her sunshine but I liked her and that quick kiss I snatched the other day still felt stuck on my lips Angela had short tight blonde curls Jeanette had long dark hair reaching her shoulders I gazed at her thin figure her arms by her side the satchel over her shoulder Reynard was still talking about the football lunchtime I was looking at Jeanette’s sway of hips almost unseen yet visible to the trained eye the way her legs came down to her well heeled shoes the white ankle socks think we ought to try get Frazer on our side he'd be great in goal better than Dunton the prat he couldn't save a goal if the ball was as big as he was Reynard said yes we must get Frazer I said wondering how I’d get that kiss that Jeanette promised the lips tempting and her cheek just visible the place my lips touched the other day and the kiss just stayed there and wouldn't go away.
BOY AND GIRL IN 1962 AFTER BIOLOGY CLASS.
terry-collett
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC
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