by freelancer722
My college days were a time of sexual exploitations and first love at 19. A confusing and happy time of heaven and hell but I wouldn't trade it. It was the standard from which all else grew. Aaah yes, I remember I remember Beverly. Thanks freelancer722 for the walk down memory lane
It would have been better without the sad ending. And without the part in the middle worrying about the future.
my fingers yearn to ask for a sequal, to make things right, to give them a happy ending, but you warned us before and sometimes life just doesn't happen the way we want it to happen..
good story - keep it up <3