Sixteen, and Out of Control_(0)
I had been feeling up and, on occasion, clumsily fucking a few fellow band girls during lunch and in the afternoon time slot. I was definitely working my way up to the real good experiences when, out of nowhere, a different kind of experience changed my perspective. On a Saturday, being under strict orders to get a haircut, I went to the “salon” at the corner shopping center. This particular location was also a teaching salon, meaning they held classes there as well. Apparently I showed up right at closing and the one instructor was just about to leave. Seeing me at the door – he must have decided he needed the one last job and let me in. He introduced himself at “Boots.” Boots asked me what I was looking for and I told …