Thor & Stacey

“Sunshine, I had no idea.”

“Well, now you do. What do you plan on doing about it?”

I move closer and pull her toward me. She gasps a little and I take advantage of that, kissing her. That first kiss between us tells me everything I need to know about this girl and what’s to come between us. It’s awkward at first, I can tell she hasn’t done this before either, but once we get the hang of it, all bets are off. I don’t want to do anything else, but I know she has a curfew, so I must stop. I get out of the car and walk her to the door.

“Good night, Sunshine.”

“Good night. Pick me up for school tomorrow.”

“Count on it. Seven-thirty?”

“Sounds good.”

“Sleep well,” I tell her.

“You too,” she says and kisses me again, softly this time before going inside.

I walk back to the car and feel like the biggest man in the world. Only she could have done that to me. For the first time, I know what my future holds and that’s her.

Chapter One

Stacey

1980

Prom Night

Whoa! I look at myself in the mirror and I can’t believe it is me. I am standing here in my room getting ready for my senior prom and I have so many butterflies. Not only is this my last year in high school, but tonight is going to be a big night. An important night. Tonight, I give myself to Thor. We have been necking every chance we get at the drive-in movie, but we always find the willpower to stop before it goes too far. Truthfully, he finds the willpower. If it were up to me, we would have done it a long time ago. He really gets my blood pumping. “I don’t like you going to the dance with Thor Jorgensen. He is older than you and I have it on good authority he is a ‘man about town if you will’. A boy like that will not respect you.” I roll my eyes. My parents have been against our relationship from the moment it started. Heck, my dad called it gnarly. Can you believe it?

“Dad, take a chill pill, why don’t you? You might as well get used to it. Right after I graduate he and I are getting married and having a gang of kids. You can either choose to be a part of it or lose me all together. Now if you excuse me, the doorbell is ringing.” I turn and walk out of my bedroom leaving him there to think about his choices. I take a deep breath before opening the door and find I need to suck it in. He is hella handsome in his powder blue tux. We picked out our colors together.

“Wow. Baby, your bod looks absolutely bodacious in that dress. I don’t know how I feel about your curves on display, sweet thing.” I blush. I love it when he gets possessive and calls me that. I am happy he likes the dress. He is right, I fill it out. I am thick. I still have my baby fat and am soft everywhere. He loves it.

“Are you ready?” I ask him, grabbing my purse.

“Where are your parents? Aren’t they going to take pictures and give me a curfew?” he asks with a smirk. I am about to say no when my mom comes running out of the kitchen.

“Oh good. I didn’t miss you. I got caught up in Ryan’s Hope.” she says out of breath. She is in love with that nighttime soap. She pulls out her Canon AE-1 and flashes a few pics. “I don’t know where your father is. Paul. They are about to go,” she shouts. I know he is not going to come down and to be honest, I find his lack of interest in my right of passage horrid.

“Mom, we have to go. He obviously has no care for my night.” I should be close to tears, but I can’t find it in me. I won’t let anyone poison what Thor and I have found. Not even my own father.

“What time are you going to be home?” she asks, her face full of concern. I could lie to her, but what would be the point?

“I won’t. We got a room at the Bleak Inn for the night.” I say with pride. It happens to be where the dance is so it is beautiful.

“Oh. I don’t think that is a good idea. A young girl such as yourself should not be galavanting about with someone older than them. I am letting you go to prom with him because I know his parents. But a room is too much,” she sneers at me. I know she has a right to be concerned, but I could care less.

“Mom, I am doing this. I love him.” I grab his arm moving in closer to him. It is not lost on me he has been quiet this whole time. He is the silent type until he needs to step in.