We must skip ahead in the story… we just must!

The young man now comfortably acquainted with this lady of grace and elegance, felt a strong biological twinge that could not be explained. Nothing in his formative years had ever prepared him for the feelings he was experiencing. It was as if he had discovered a drug that night that no one had told him about. He wanted to scientifically understand what was going on.

Whenever he went about his business of the night with his friends, his mind kept going back to the supportive hug this lady had given him. As if he was indebted to her. There was a pull of respect. There was an understanding that a connection was there. Granted, he was convinced he was delusional and the loud music must have created this.

But the data was not lying to him. Whenever he managed to cross her path, things felt calm and normal while his heart raced. Whenever he was away from her, a sense of deep dread and anxiety washed over him. This was proof, scientifically, that there was something he had to investigate.

If he could just understand this phenomenon, he would be able to inoculate himself from the draw girls his age were starting to have on him. They were girls. The year before, they were repulsive to him. This year, they seemed pretty, lovely, and… he was going mad! This woman in the hunter green suit held the answers, as she was the only woman who had ever managed to modify his emotional make at will.

There was only one way to solve this. He had to get her to stop her shoe play, as during those times, the way she swayed her hips totally disturbed the gravitational forces of the room. The way she responded to the demands of men and left them running with their tails between their legs… could not be a fate he could allow to happen to him. He was not weak. He had to find out if he could resist. He had to get her to agree to a demand of his to assure himself that he was above the time warping she did… but what…

Facing her, challenging her, getting her to do his will, this would be the ultimate test of his masculinity. His ability to withstand the lure of any goddesses rode on this test. He had to figure it out. So, he cooked up a plan. But first, he had to step outside, into the cold, find a way to concentrate. A way to be away from her immense vortex of energy.

That’s when he noticed something weird. Someone had shoveled a ton of snow around an older Chevy. It was in good conditions, but it was older. Most cars in the lot were under five years of age, this one was slightly over ten. Asking about, he quickly was informed not to mess with that car because it belonged to the lady in green. Anyone who messed with it had serious and very significant consequences to deal with. His father had even warned him in the past to never ever cross this lady, as he couldn’t protect him from the consequences she could level on anyone.

This then would be his greatest challenge of all. This would be the stand off that would unlock the gates of this great vortex that had him trembling with all manners of nerves. Worse case, he’d find a way to escape her gravitational pull, because the way his heart moved, there was no way he’d be able to focus in school and graduate. After all, the rumors were that high school women routinely did this to men just to see them drool and grovel for affection.

He had seen that happen to his older pals. Once a gal sunk her serum into them, it was over. They were no longer rational. They did stupid things like buy stuff for the sake of buying stuff.

Not even cool stuff.

Girly stuff.

No.

This young man had to find and crack the code. Tonight, after the banquet, this would be it. He would figure it out once and for all. Little did he know that he would open up a version of Pandora’s box that would haunt him the rest of his life (and give readers something to enjoy on Sundays via this blog)