I like Christine. I’ve always liked Christine. Ever since she took an obvious shine to me at ************** I’ve liked her. But our paths went separate ways - different secondary schools - and it wasn’t until recently that I spotted her 16-year-old gorgeousness strolling on the other side of the street while I was waiting for my bus to college one Thursday afternoon. I fancied there was a twinkle in her eye, and that she swung her hips just that little bit more as she noticed me, but it was probably just wishful thinking on my part. I didn’t see her again for a few weeks but the circumstances… 続きを読む