Way back when Diva was 12, she was in Hilton Head on vacation going horseback riding. As soon as she hopped on the horse, her pre-pubescent stud-seeking radar locked to a definite hottie boy. She 'giddy-upped' next to him and started full flirt mode.
Turns out he's originally from Atlanta. (Cool! me too!) Turns out he lived in the same area. Turns out he lived on my street. Turns out I was good friends with his sister and I recall him chasing us all the time and being a little heathen from hell. But he's grown up at bit since then. Quite nicely, I might add. Turns out he comes to town to visit his dad during winter and summer break. (Yee haw!)
So this young boy and I spend time together in H.H. during our week there. (All VERY innocent by today's standards) We stayed in touch via letters (the old-fashioned ones with stamps!) and occasional phone calls).
When winter holidays came around, we had dinner,walked around the mall and held hands. (awww - I remember his hands were clammy!.) Then we went to a movie. Where the Octopus emerged. All hands. All over the place. Kept grabbing for my boobies. I was hopping all over trying to avoid the incoming gropes.
It turned out that my dreamy 18yr old high-school senior/star quarterback neighbor was sitting directly behind us in the movie. He tapped me on the shoulder and asked if my date was giving me trouble and invited me to sit with him and his date. That made the Octopus chill a bit. Then one of our parents picked us up and took us home.
(Side note: when my dreamy neighbor would be in his yard washing his black camaro shirtless, my girlfriends would come over and we'd sit in my yard in louge chairs watching!)
The next summer, The Octopus turned 15. His dad had connections and got him a "hardship drivers license" which basically meant he could have full driving privileges at 15. So he picked me up for a date. Another dinner and movie. More groping attempts. But I kept his paws at bay.
He's driving me home, goes past my house and stops in the dark empty cul-de-sac at the end of my neighborhood. In one fell swoop, he's leaned over, released my seat back and is leaning over on top of me going in for a smooch.
I had a really odd feeling. (No, it wasn't that it was his pubescent woody.) It was more of a feeling of motion. I realize... we are rolling backwards/downhill! I grab the emergency break and pull it up - HARD! Stopped the car but also probably stopped the Octopus from any sort of possibility of reproducing for a good 10 years.
When he could stand up again, we got out of the car. His father's brand new Mercedes' bumper was about 3 inches from a telephone pole. I had sacrificed his nuts for his father kicking his ass to kingdom come.
Let's just say that Octopus never again forgot to apply the parking break - ever, for the rest of his life.
posted by: rinna (reply)
post date: 10.14.04 (8:13 pm)
LOL what a great story. and this is why you shouldn't let 15yo hornbags drive. :)
x r x