I then uninstall ICQ from the family computer to cover my tracks.
Then I grab my duffel bag and pack a few tee shirts underwear and pants, a box cutter and my 4 D cell Maglite for protection. Then I grab my wallet with the three ten dollar bills and sneak out of the window.
I leave my parents’ yard and begin walking to the nearest truck stop.
I contemplate my life during this long walk, but finally, I’m there.
I go inside and purchase a phone card for a little less than $10.
Then I go to the pay phone and place the call to my forbidden girlfriend.
It rings once and then she picks up.
“Hello,” She says in an unsure voice.
“It’s me,” I tell her.
“Hey, you!” She replies with affection.
I state the location of the truck stop over the phone.
“I’m coming right now.”
“I’ll hide so I cannot be seen, but I’ll signal you with my flashlight when I see your car. I blink the light at intervals of two blinks because we’re two years apart.”
“That’s so romantic in its own way. You’re so sweet and thoughtful.”
I hide in the bushes looking out for her Jetta Wagon.
Time crawls by at a snail’s pace.
I’m filled with both anxiety and anticipation.
Finally, I see that Jetta Wagon pulling up.
I remove myself from the bushes, then blink my flashlight while pointing at her windshield.
She slows down.
I blink my flashlight twice again.
She parks next to the bushes and I come to her car.
She rolls down the passenger window and says, “Hop in!”
I stand there and adore her for just a moment as she is dressed in a tight black shirt that hugs all of her beautiful curves and a knee length black and white skirt that is sexy enough yet modest enough.
“Come on before someone sees us!” She says.
Most gladly I open the door, enter, place my bag and flashlight between my legs, buckle my seatbelt and she drives off into the night as we lovingly hold hands.