She responded by wrapping her legs tighter around my waist and telling me that Steve didn’t feel as good as I did. She told me that no one had looked at her the way I did for a long time. Xxx I was the only kid stupid enough to get roped into a weekend in the booringest place in the world with four old people. The thought of Jan was the only saving grace when, at the age of 17, on Memorial Weekend, I found myself traveling with my parents to St. Jan and Steve were friends of my parents so I had known them since I was little. Jan would frequently make what sounded like a moan of dismay and I would feel my insides shrivel up. When she gave the all clear sign, I joined her and we headed up the hill to the
