“Come on Jane, don’t be prude, quit hidin’ behind that towel”

“Fuck you Tommy, I hate my body you know that” She said with her wet rusty colored hair all messed up and huge eyes glaring at the reflection of him sitting on her bed in mirror. She was doing her make up. She always cared about silly things like that; she liked to be clean and pretty.

            “I don’t hate your body, I think it’s pretty damn sexy to be honest,” Tom hugs her from behind. The two sitting on the floor, he pulls her back and they lay.  “You know,” Tom whispers as his hands meander, ”You’re not fair.”

“How so?” She says innocently after a deep breath.

“Well you always get me terribly excited and do nothing about it”, He said with a grin.

“I think we can do something about your little problem.”

“I told you don’t call it little!” Tom yells, the two begin to laugh and kiss.

 I remember it like it was yesterday. That was a much better time for me, for all of us. We were young and happy, ambitious, sneaky, so particular about what we did and how we did it. We were the model kids on the surface but underneath we weren’t the perfect young adults molded to be in the successful members of a shallow society. We loved life; everything was exciting and fast paced. Not like now, now it’s just, I don’t know.

Anyways yeah I met Jane at a bar at school, it was McGlinchies  on a Friday , I had turned 21 about a week before.  The place wasn’t much of anything, kinda a shit hole in the wall kinda place, but I liked it. It was better then the bar the top 40 kids went to.  There were no flashing lights here, no D.J. playing the top 40 songs over and over again, and then they remix and regurgitate the shit right back at these kids that just wanna dance. No there were no seven dollar fruity drinks and no “no smoking” signs as this bar, just cheap beer, dim lights and live music that’s why I liked it.