I thought I was minding my own business, admiring the attributes of the high school girls who had filled the adjacent pews. Perhaps I was being a bit too obvious as, much to my surprise, I was hoisted from my seat by a habit wearer and plopped down in the midst of a sea of plaid skirts and white blouses. It was something else. Sister probably thought she was punishing me. Ha! Though I was uncomfortable and embarrassed at having been singled out, I had quite a rush. Knee socks and penny loafers, all that hair, all those smells that are peculiar to females. Bonus!!
Don't know what became of old Gordon. Years later he had a 'Big Mac Attack' and bolted out of our algebra class. Funny kid. I heard that he had some run in's with the law as an adult. Never could live by the rules.
