The most beautiful boy she'd ever seen
I’d been out of town when Betsy caught up with me. The big news was Skip was home and he’d brought along the most beautiful boy she’d ever seen. I was 17. That got my attention. Back to town and worked a shift at a part-time job before going home, her words sparked just a little frizz of anticipation. Skip and Jim picked me up from work. Hot damn, Bets was right. Ever meet a person you literally find breath-taking? So strikingly beautiful that you’re stunned into silence? With whom you just might not be able to articulate an answer, let alone the answer that a very, very cool girl might say. Oh dear. Thank heaven for Betsy. I might have swooned in a hormonal sea of lust without her warning. That would not have been good. I had a swagger to project. Ah, but there was this 16 year old Jim McConnell, dark curly hair, (long of course, it was the 60s,) well-proportioned body, sweet ass, a lit...