A Miserable Morning Turned into a Wild Ride: The Memoir of a Naive Teenager

A naive teenagers memoir of a wild and eventful love life unfolds in this coming-of-age story

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A Miserable Morning Turned into a Wild Ride: The Memoir of a Naive Teenager Here's Volume One, re-re-edited. For those who have been reading already, thanks for your patience, something new is on the way. For those who haven't, this is Scott's Chronicles, the memoirs of a boy with a very generous... Love life. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Volume I The Lady Who Picked Me Up -- Tales Of Sport And Hunting : Part One She was a princess, queen of the Highway. Sign on the road said "Take us to Madre." No one can save her save the Blind Tiger. He was a monster, black dressed in leather. She was a princess, Queen of the Highway. -- The Doors It was ten till seven and a very fucking cold morning. Knees shaking and torso trembling, it couldn't have been a more miserable walk to school! This is me -- Scott, at a time when living on the uppity side of Salt Lake City. "What a drag." I think dully. "Goddammit..." I sullenly trek downhill; past apartments, snow piles, black ice... Almost slipping on the black ice... Walking along the highway. Finally! Nearing the school, I turn down a side street, past residences with acres of lawn to each house. Coming upon a parking lot of what I remember as some kind of old person hospital, a small, dirty, white car slows next to me walking past the front entrance. The window rolls down, "You okay dude?" A middle aged, mildly attractive women asks. "It's freezing out here! You going to school?" "Yeah..." I tell her. "Let me give you a ride then." She offers, concern showing on her pretty face. "It's Union, right?" Hesitating only for a second, I nod, "Uhhm--yep," coming closer to the car. "Okay cool. Get in." She rolls up her window. "Hell yeah!" Thinking to myself as I get in and thank her. "Sorry about the mess." She tells me, pointing toward fast food trash, dishes, plastic bags with clothing spilling out and what looked suspiciously like a used condom poking out from the floor underneath her backseat. "It's fine." I assure her. My eyes roam from the floor to her silver, leopard-print, fuzzy pants she has on. Her hips are sensuous is what first comes to mind. Huge! Comes next... Her thick thighs invited, the skin underneath the material enticed; and even sitting, her ass portrayed its enormous succulence to me. Trailing up her sweater, at least D sized breasts are evident. …the next moment changed everything

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