Seventeen

He had, as teenage boys will do his arm around the girl named Sue. For hours they went through the woods and talked about the men in hoods, who once had hidden here to rob the passing royals and their snob. However, what was on his mind was how his arm could, from behind end up in front, perhaps by chance, it was a dangerous advance. They stood beneath the great oak tree as he considered strategy. 'You nerd, ' she sang, 'if you know how you'd better come and kiss me now.' No longer eager for a rest he brushed against her pointed breast. 'An accident, ', (his voice now hoarse) , she answered, dreamily, 'of course.' And in respect of a cold breeze she took his hand, with perfect ease and placed it where it would feel best. And he agreed that breast is best.