I spent my first day of senior year with my heart pounding in my throat, palms clammy, and driven to distraction. Not because my nerves were on edge at the prospect of my high school career coming to a close, but over memories of taking my freshman cousin to school this morning. Recollections of her body, her precocious wit and demon’s tongue clouded my thoughts through all of my classes. It was embarrassing enough going through an entire day at an all-guy’s high school hiding a persistent erection, but add to that the shame of knowing that the arousal was all because of my fucking cousin. At the end of the day I felt like I needed to attend confession and then shower in bleach.
That said, I had no intention of backing down from the plan that had begun to take shape in my mind.