That Hot Summer - B's Side Of The Story
We finally got together
Summer 1976 was hot, ridiculously so. When we finished school, I lived in floaty dresses and as little underwear as I could get away with—ok, sometimes none at all. I'd known G all the way through senior school. I'd liked him from the start, in the way that you do when you are still really only a kid. Then I fancied him. He's not an Adonis type, but he's a really nice, decent guy, intelligent, articulate, and generally ni...