I got my first kiss from a boy called Lard. That wasn't his real name, in fact I never knew his real name. My sister Jean may know it, because she and her boyfriend and future husband Tommy, were his friends. Now my sister may get just a little upset with me for this one. You see we lived in an age that all this sexual stuff wasn't even heard of. We lived in the age that even a kiss was something for the mother's to open their lips in horror if found out. Well to continue on with the story. Jean and her friends would often get together for a little game of spin the bottle. And since grand mama Moore, didn't want Jean going off by herself. Grand mama would always make Jean take me along with her. Now you know, I was somewhat the devilish child. I had decided that if Jean could get a kiss, so could I. I was somewhere around ten. Jean was fourteen that was the set age for dating in the home, only house dating or with a supervisor only. Sixteen was the go out by yourself dating. So me being that evil child, blackmailed Jean in letting me play spin the bottle too. My first turn was a 6oz coke bottle. I can still see the bottle as is went round and round. I secretly wanted it to point to a neighbor boy who lived on the next block over from us. I remember his last name to be Ennis, and to remember his first name has escaped me. But I had the biggest crush on him. The bottle slowed down not even close to where he was in the circle. It stopped, as I looked up to see who was in that position. It was Lard. Oh I forgot, the best part! When you kissed you went into a closet and closed the door while the others on the outside say their oooos and aaaas. So here I go into the closet with Lard. He gave me the must wonderful kiss, ON THE CHEEK! No he didn't kiss me on the mouth he gave me the sweetest kiss on the side of my face. I thank him for preserving my innocents past that point. He was indeed the gentleman. 
Until next time God bless and God save.
Hey Jean forgive me for telling. I love you.
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