here, let me finish that story....
he was 15... i was 16... and i have to admit, I felt a little bit like I was robbing the cradle. But his tender carress and loving arms just felt so right. We were sitting by the fireplace at his house, the christmas stockings hung above our heads. The fire was painting a hypnotic dance of light and color in his eyes, and I knew there was no going back. After that first kiss, there was a brief romance. But he couldnt get over my love of Prince, and I couldnt get over his love of Richard Simmons. So unfortunately it ended.
Oh, you still have my favorite Cher CD you son of a bitch!
