Coming of age in a boring old town–
Beautiful girl in high school. His truck. Rides home after class. Twice her age. The kind of story you never tell your mother.
She looked up to him. Probably even had a crush on him.
Impressionable, lost girl.
Something felt wrong. Grown man, teacher.
She, too young to understand. He, must have known better.
Head full of flattery, gifts, coffee dates.
Where could this lead but to the lingering of his hands in her shirt during a long goodbye one night. Coy inexperience meets longing.
Inexcusable perversion of innocence.
Looking back in shame, even though it wasn’t her fault.
No memory of what came after.
Left disgusted and taken advantage of.