I lost my virginity when I was 12. She was 14. She wasn’t a virgin and I knew it. I lied and told her I wasn’t a virgin either. I lost mine in a barn on a bale of hay. Out in the country. I’m talking back when Zebulon was nothing but dirt roads.
One guy around there said she was a whore. Pissed me off. Again, back in the days when you could schedule a fight and settle your differences without being arrested for assault.
I took one swing and knocked him out flat. I wasn’t gonna abide anyone calling my girlfriend a whore.
She never got called a whore again. After that people knew better.
I still think of you “she who shall not be named”.
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