Nothing was wrong. The work day went fine, everything was great at home, and I was generally happy. I didn't feel like going home that day, though, so I stopped off at a seedy bar for one drink
Charlotte was my first real girlfriend. We'd been dating for six months when our parents allowed us to take a road trip with her older brother and his friend to Great America, an amusement park.
Chase was sixteen, and we didn't talk much. His mother had found a condom in his pants pocket while doing laundry, and had given me the job of talking to him about it. I entered his room and re