![]() Then, he turns and walks up the porch steps. “I’m sorry, what?” I step forward, closer, sure I must’ve heard him wrong. “Here, where?” I ask, shutting the car door. “We’re here,” he says, turning off the engine. He turns into a driveway, pulling to a stop outside a beautiful, big, old colonial-style house with a wraparound porch. I break eye contact and look out the passenger window of his car. So, yeah, I had given him my body that night. It wasn’t long after that when he went to the Olympics and came back with gold, and his career took off. ![]() He was making half-decent money from his fights by that point. Then, after, Zeus surprised me with a room in a really nice hotel. I was dating the hottest guy in Coney Island…the world…and I was still a virgin.Īnyway, he took me to prom, and it was everything I could have hoped it would be. Most of my high school friends had lost their virginity at sixteen. ![]() I was a few months shy of my eighteenth birthday. ![]() We’d done pretty much everything but the act itself. His eyes meet mine in the dark.Ĭliché as it is, it was after my senior prom that we had sex for the first time. Lady Gaga’s “The Edge of Glory” is playing on the radio, and I’m wondering if he remembers when he says quietly, “Our prom song.” We’re in Zeus’s car, driving to whatever it is that he wants me to see. ![]()
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