Bernadette was a nice girl, who had her father's barrel chest. It was the summer of 1972 and I and my buddies were walking around the neighborhood .. Bernadette came out of her house dressed in black jeans and a black short sleeve shirt. Michael and Andy and I lined up to meet her. She sat down on the curb and had a blank expression. I asked what was the matter. Her sister Marcella was away and she was alone in the house. I had a wicked thought about having my way with her in her empty house. "Can I come over?" I asked. "Sure." Bernadette answered blankly. I excused myself from Michael and Andy and followed her into the side door that led to the kitchen. Bernadette asked if I would remove my shoes. I did. She sat at a stainless steal kitchen table set, sipping her soda through a straw.. She asked if I would take off my shirt as she put her shirt over the back of her chair and pulled off her t-shirt.. I have a hollow chest and was reluctant, but I complied. Bernadette made a face of disgust. That ended my striptease. I returned to Michael and Andy and played some baseball in Raymond Park. Oh, I'm still kicking myself. |