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my favorite is this. one of them, anyway. let's put it in the "most memorable" file:
i was 17, living at home but getting ready for college, and my big sister barbara - 13 years my senior - had finally moved outa the house and was living in patchogue, a scant 15 miles east. one night we were on the phone & she asked me if i wanted to come visit & go see her bff lee, who lived in sayville, a mile or two from her. barbara and lee (nee lyvia) had been buds for a long time - my sister was the school librarian and lee a 2nd grade teacher at an elementary school - & i'd known lee since i was a child, but i'd kinda lost track of both of them during my drug-hazed teenage years, and i guess i had nothing to do that night so i said ok. i took the LIRR to patchogue & my sister met me at the train station. i was already high, and barb had bought some rose wine coolers, and so we headed right to lee's, me in my patched jeans, long hair & wispy goatee, my sister in her outdated yellow pedal-pushers and bra-less light green flowered blouse.

on the way barb mentioned that lee and her husband, richard, were kinda on the outs, and also that richard used to have some sort of drug problem, so let's not mention that, k. sure. these people were old, in their 30's for chrissake; i just hoped they had some booze or beer so i wouldn't have to drink a wine cooler.

they greeted us warmly and lee said oh you've gotten so tall, old-people talk, and lee poured us all a glass of what i thought was real wine (reuinte), and then we had salad. richard talked a lot, they all engaged in adult conversation, and i smiled and nodded, and then we had lee's special scicilian lasagna, and there might even have been cannelloni, but i was getting bored.
then richard asked me if i'd like a ride in his jaguar, & that was cool with me so off we went. he drove fast around the neighborhood, and then we smoked a joint ("don't tell lee"), and returned nicely stoked. the girls were still at the table drinking wine, the dessert dishes still sitting there, now with cigarette butts in them. richard slurred that it had been a nice evening & gallumphed off to bed ("nice ta meetcha, kid"). my sister was looking glazed as a donut, and then lee asked if i would help with the dishes.

this seemed to me an important, adult sort of task (where i came from, this was an uncommon request). so i picked up a coupla dessert plates, a cup or two, some spoons, watching as lee did the same so i knew i was doing it right, and i ferried them into the kitchen. saloon doors.

at the sink she spun me around and gave me a kiss so passionate and primal that i will never forget it. she also groped my crotch, which was already beginning to boil and twitch, and whispered, "be here tomorrow at noon". at which point she unhanded me, unmouthed me, and returned to barbara.

i did indeed return the next day at the appointed hour, and it was the knda sex like ya read about, and then the next day, and the next, and then i shipped off to college. so that was that, eh?

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but there's more to the story. in 1983-4, after i'd left the army, seven years later, i called lee one day from where i was staying with my mom & stepfather. she was still there, same phone, same address, and .... same invitation. by then she was 41 and i was 24. i took the LIRR to sayville, and i didn't leave for the next 3 years.

the end

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J



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