The spotlights eased around the room and the potentially innocent teenagers swayed a full arms-length apart, highly supervised by roving teachers and PTSA mothers.
He hung near the punch bowl and petit fours gazing at the brunette's curls that shifted from side to side as she moved in the mellow rhythm of the slow quartet. Which enveloped the room in an essence of outdated, misplaced, parents-choice music.
Her smile was a thing of syrup sweetness and the place where the stray ringlets met her neck pleased him the way the French pin-up posters Waldo had shown him weeks before had. He thought about how much he would like to trace his index finger along the skin of that neck as he kissed the lips of this co-ed, and the tips of his fingers twitched.
She moved through the crowd of adolescent attendees and he saw her slip out the side door. In a moment of heightened bravery and lust he maneuvered quickly after her. Twisting his way through the crowd.
As he reached the four-inch-wide windowpane of the door he saw the flow of the cigarette pass from a rough hand to her tapered soft fingers clad in red polish. In the light from the post adjacent to the baseball field he saw the wedding banded hand on her neck as she was pulled into a deep kiss and jealous confusion grew in him as the recognition came -the ring - the companion to the one that encircled his mothers left hand. He turned and bolted.
He hung near the punch bowl and petit fours gazing at the brunette's curls that shifted from side to side as she moved in the mellow rhythm of the slow quartet. Which enveloped the room in an essence of outdated, misplaced, parents-choice music.
Her smile was a thing of syrup sweetness and the place where the stray ringlets met her neck pleased him the way the French pin-up posters Waldo had shown him weeks before had. He thought about how much he would like to trace his index finger along the skin of that neck as he kissed the lips of this co-ed, and the tips of his fingers twitched.
She moved through the crowd of adolescent attendees and he saw her slip out the side door. In a moment of heightened bravery and lust he maneuvered quickly after her. Twisting his way through the crowd.
As he reached the four-inch-wide windowpane of the door he saw the flow of the cigarette pass from a rough hand to her tapered soft fingers clad in red polish. In the light from the post adjacent to the baseball field he saw the wedding banded hand on her neck as she was pulled into a deep kiss and jealous confusion grew in him as the recognition came -the ring - the companion to the one that encircled his mothers left hand. He turned and bolted.
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