Locked together on an chainlink fence, forever and ever, or until the city clips them apart.
I can still remember my first love. Her name was Lydia. She lived in the building across the way, and for 25 cents she would lead you under the stairway, and let you feel her breasts. And let me tell you, it was worth it.
My entire allowance was spent on Lydia under the stairs in the grimy tenement hallway.
I don’t remember her getting any particular pleasure from the experience, but she always had spending money; while all the other kids were picking up bottles and cans to get the 2 cent deposit.
She may’ve been 11 or 12 at the time. Frankly, all sorts of sexual stuff went on back then between the kids. Well, wherever she is now – I’ll dedicate this shot to Linda who allowed me to “cop a feel” as it was called back in 1961.