Mere ghar ke saath ek padosi rehta tha unki family mei papa mummy bada bhai aur behen rahte the uska naam sarita aur dekhne average thi mujhe pata nah...i usko dekh ke kya ho jata tha meri sarita ke saath bohut banti thi hum ek dusare ke saath bahut friendly rahete the tab mujhe sex ke bare mei jayada kuch nahi pata tha phir ek din sarita ke ghar par koi nahi tha toh usne mujhe awaz de aur apne ghar bulaya tab mujhe koi idea nahi tha sarita ne mujhe kyu bulaya haiJab main uske ghar pahocha usne. Then at some point, I am assuming you stopped touching each other long enough to swim around, and when you came back you made a joke about a random Principal Dominant’s body?” he asked.“Dicktatress Moxxi,” I explained that it was the girl who rode with us in the golf cart’s mom.“Ah, so you left that little blonde girl completely out of your story. The one who asked you if you liked her friend more than her? Let me guess, she gave you the cold shoulder at the pool and later came up and wondered. No one on their team was good enough to be scouted by a college.“I skipped a banquet to spend an evening going over last week’s game tapes with my girlfriend,” Coach Reynolds answered.“Who?” Jerry asked looking around to see who his date might be.“Carla,” Coach Reynolds answered patting Ms. Woodhill on the thigh.“Who is that?” Sean asked thinking that Carla would probably be very upset to see him patting Ms. Woodhill on the thigh like that.“Me,” Ms. Woodhill said with a grin.“You?” Sid asked. We had a bloody, gory bond to tie us together.“Red,” I stood to greet her. “You look stunning,” and it was true, she did.I retook my seat and, with a smile to acknowledge my compliment, she sat down next to me.“You okay?”“Yeah, I guess,” she replied. I turned to smile a weak smile at her, I understood her melancholy. It was a year today since we killed the slut … an unbelievable passage of time that somehow made the whole thing seem surreal. It was why Red and I needed to meet here, today … so.