Life is a special game.
Sometimes it’s fun, like playing jacks or marbles.
I had a talent for some school playground games.
Some more than others.
That evening we approached each other along a dimly lit street during college orientation.
On the sidewalk was a hopscotch court.
A key chain pulled and tossed from my pocket to a square, hopped on one foot, stooped, picked it up.
Hopped to the end and back.
She tossed a hair scrunchy on the court, hopped down still grinning.
Hardening already.
The final prize was a free-range blowjob.
We both won lifetime friendships forever.
