In my neighborhood, when we were kids, there was this cute girl, Debbie. she was a real tomboy. She played baseball and could play as well as any of us, she climbed trees, helped build a treehouse, had a sharp sarcastic tongue and a good sense of humor. Then puberty hit us, Debbie didn't hang around as much, but was still a presence, in the summer, if it was too hot or rainy, we might play cards, or some board game, Debbie was always there. Without going into too much detail that might be censored, Debbie had fooled around with most of us over the next few summers. She wasn't sl*tty, just a healthy, curious young lady.
By the time we left HS and most of us went to college, we all kind of lost touch. Twenty years later we go to a New Years Eve party at a neighbors, who is there but Debbie and her husband, I was very glad to see her, we spent half the party boring our spouses with old stories. They had moved into the neighborhood a few weeks earlier. When we had a minute alone Debbie pulled me aside, "I trust you can keep our secret a secret?"
All I said was that it would be in both of our best interests.
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