i felt my being flutter. each tousled head that came through the door i wanted to be his, but no and on, a dozen boys entered, yet not the one.
Laura WhitcombHe kissed me for a long moment, holding my shoulders, perhaps to keep me from pressing my whole body against his. Then he tried to lift my bag. "My God," he said. "What happened?" "I found out one may check out twenty books at a time from the school library.
Laura Whitcombi would court you with passion, if things were different. you'd never get me off your porch swing.
Laura Whitcomb