Lauren. She was 18. Strawberry blond, face full of freckles. She was a little on the skinny side, but all things considered, the jeans she was wearing flattered her ass nicely.

I looked at her across the pool table. She had come to see my friend Dave up at the pool hall, but yet I couldn’t help noticing that she kept looking over at me and staring. I would just nod my head and give a nice half smile. (more…)