rachel

Rachel,

I liked her,

I did.

She wore a black laced glove,

on one hand.

She was an artist,

but she didn't have the

life experience.

She was one of those college types,

but I'm sure she'll figure that out later on

her own.

In the

real world.

But I liked her,

I did.

She was a blonde,

but---

a jewish

blonde.

Not to say that was bad,

not one

single

bit.

Just that,

during sex,

she only had one position and

was not very creative.

She could flex in all sorts of

strange directions,

but what I wanted was the

affection and

power

of being on top.

yet,

something hurt her.

I never understood why.

Maybe it was fear of

going too deep,

She was

a good girl...

I think it took her a good 3

months to get over me.

a flattering proposition,

but when she was gone,

and I knew it,

it was my turn

for the 3 months to get

over her.

my pretty little jewish blonde,

Rachel.

how I miss her so...