Taylor

Kennedy jumps in for me, “Taylor had sex on the balcony at the frat house.”

Crap! I forgot about that.

“Details,” Reagan demands.

“I...uh...I forgot about that one,” I sputter. “It was dark. The party spilled out onto the front lawn. I stood against the railing with a hot Division-One quarterback behind me. You know, the classic tall, blonde, muscles for miles, and hands...” I pause while I fondly recall those magical hands. “To an onlooker, ...