Margo’s Own Story 4 – George
George and I had a fling the summer between my freshman and sophomore years, after I abandoned my stripper, and if I admitted it, whore career. He surely knew how to push a girl’s buttons and he pushed mine after our first date and two or three times a week through the whole summer. In his car, on his car, behind an old barn, by a creek in the woods, in his family room when nobody else was home. Good thing I was on birth control and good thing we had lots of insect repellent. But George’s family moved away before I got home for Thanksgiving and I hadn’t seen him since. Not like I cried a lot. There were other boys, and men. After I transferred to another university, one of those men was …