When I would knock on his door to tell him that his mother or fiancée was on the phone, a centerfold inevitably lay splayed across his desk.
I was a virgin, too.
Just lollygag in the green grass, our imaginary fingers clutched each other the way only a teenager can envision his future self doing.
So there were guys paying—and this is something I saw with my own eyes—a dollar for a peek.
I love you, I love you, I love you, I said, but whatever she said in response is lost.
And those Mexicans laughed a lot.