Today, i am feeling brave. So we are going to time travel again, and come back to this other stuff later. We have lots to come back to, but, for now... let's go forward. Through several fairly calm years where the worst thing i had to fear was a too big cock being stuffed into a too small hole. Through my 11th birthday and into the spring of that year.It was the yearbook dance. i was finishing up my 6th grade year. Our books were handed out and between the dances we would go out in the hall and sign one another's books. At, that point i was still a popular kid. Well liked by most everyone. And, this is where i met Jackson.Jackson was actually in highschool, not the middle school, but had been signed up to come to the dance. Somewhere along the way, he had failed two grades and was 17. He was tall and had long beautiful black hair. His Indian heritage was clear in his bronzed skin. His eyes were a shocking, but pleasing surprise. A soft light blue framed by eyelashes so dark he seemed to be wearing mascara. In short he was very good looking in some kind of hardened way.When he approached me, i was nervously smitten. He signed my yearbook "To the prettiest girl at the dance. I'd like to get to know you better, call me sometime." And he left his phone number. i was wildly flattered.He asked me to dance, and we spent several slow songs dancing. When fast songs came on, unlike the other boys there, Jackson stayed on the floor and danced with me.Having learned to dance from Vanessa and JH, my movements were wildly inappropriate for a middle school dance, but Jackson seemed to enjoy my grinding away on the floor. Eventually one of the teachers put a stop to it, and i went outside with Jackson, into the warm spring air.We talked about silly things. And, i hung on every word he said. It gave every appearance of the beginning of a sweet young romance. A dream. Little did i know, i was embarking on a nightmare.
