We stopped walking back to her seat when blackness fell and then the most extraordinary knee-jellifying thing occurred; something I will never forget. Robyn N. turned her face up to mine in the pitch blackness and kissed me full on the lips – a kiss that lasted oh, about a third of a second, I would guess, but for me, time kinda stopped still, you know? And her lips were so SOFT and, well, lippy… and in all honesty I had not the faintest idea it was coming, nor how she had managed to be such a good shot in the dark of the night. I mean, this was exactly square on; a docking as neat as what happens between the space shuttle and the space station. [Hmmmm, that metaphor needs a LOT of work, but I’m getting a little carried away here by the excitement of the memory….I’ll just move on, I think.] Had I ever had the courage to attempt such a kiss, I would probably have got her on the nose, or an eyebrow; not that I ever thought of it, even in the pitch darkness.
No, I was sufficiently captivated by Robyn N. after that first glorious kiss. I didn’t need the undoubted charms of Merle Mounter. Nor, I confess until I was writing this, did I appreciate the improper pun in her surname, which luckily for her seemed to have escaped everyone when we were at high school. Or maybe it was just naïve little me - but I never heard anyone joke about it.
But it was not to be. The lights never went out at the Diggers Arms Hall until everyone was safely home in their beds.
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