I was 18, he was 17 (and I wasn't his first). I don't remember it...and no, I wasn't on drugs or drinking. I don't think I was ready and have kind of blacked it out. Weird, eh. I guess it wasn't too bad though, because I later married him.
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"They say that patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings; steal a little and they throw you in jail, steal a lot and they make you king"
Formerly Medusa
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