When did I become interested in girls’ physical attributes? Tiffany has a very well-shaped posterior and it had me licking my lips. Why? I haven’t... got a clue.“It is down here Avery.”We were now side by side. I kept glancing at Tiffany, her side silhouette is very impressive, her boobs standout a good three inches and her butt from the side is to die for. Where the hell are all these thoughts coming from? There is that stupid chill again. Then it hits me.“Tiffany, I can’t try on clothes, I smell. " I turned to Sheila. "It's Jake." Jake?" she said. "Calling you three hours before he has to play in the Rose Bowl? He's insane," she smiled."Yes, I am," Jake, who obviously heard her, said into my ear. "Are you at your house?" Actually, no. An old classmate of mine invited us over for a Rose Bowl slash New Year's party. But this place is lousy with Illini fans, so you'd better kick some ass, Rooms." Plan on it. The bus is pulling up, I gotta go. See you back at school in a few weeks." See you. I was his girl, and he was my man. Everyone understood. It was how the world was meant to be.As seniors in high school, we knew we had the grades credits to get into college. I didn't need to go, since I was going to be a wife, homemaker, and mother. Joey and I had talked about it for years. He was going to follow in his father's footsteps by serving his country. When he was done, we would get married and he would continue his education.Prom night was the night that a lot of couples had. More and more and more ... don't tuck it away, don't ignore it or hide from it ... revel in the feelings ... bask in the rancid rays of unlimited power...My shirt began to feel tight across the shoulders, the collar dug into the skin around my neck. I reached up, dug a finger between skin and cloth and pulled. The button popped off and some of the pressure went away. I took several deep breaths and reached out for more...More fury, more rage, more aggression ... more, more, more.I felt flushed.