Dispersing

In the end, I found her not. But I saw her one more time that evening. Back in October 1989, I was a fourteen-year-old boy not yet exposed to Playboy or adult films, and knew not the wonders of the naked female form. I was too sheltered to conceive of what was under Tara’s uniform, the garments that clung to her alluring body. Picturing her as I touched myself, what I saw was her smile, her laugh, the way she said my name.