Esmeralda. Shy and crushing hard. From a broken home. High times in a high life during high-school. She offered to let me live with her when I was a wanderer. I should have taken the offer. Would have achieved more than I had. High noon on a bright summer day, almost through with this shit. She asked me for a ride, peaceful through the trees. On bikes. I obliged her. Found out she wanted me, but settled for some douche. We end up at her place alone. Turned to Incubus. I tempted the edge of her cloth. She kissed me. I fingered her cunt. She came, then gently pushed me out the door, smiling. Claimed her father to be home soon. Must have felt guilty going further with me in five minutes than weeks with her douche. She never talked to me ever again and they say men are the users.

Then Emma, dashing back and forth kissing in the park after school, cheating on her boyfriend. The women weren’t faithful, why should I be? Wrote me a letter once. I was in the service. I replied, reminding her of our time in the park. Never heard from her again. Five years go by and I see her on a bus and she sees me. Sheepishly she sneaks to the back of the bus and sulks out of view.