Scanning

But I did see Tara Robles once more that evening. I saw the way her uniform clung to her small breasts, her strong abdomen, and her tight butt. Back in October 1989, I was a sheltered fourteen-year-old not yet exposed to Playboy centerfolds or hardcore adult films, and was thus unable to grasp the terrific wonders of the naked female body. I could not even begin to conceive of what lay underneath her alluring garments. So when I envisioned her while masturbating, what was clearest in my mind was the way she smiled, the way she laughed, the way she said my name.