Hoping To Rock All Night
by Jezebel Rose
I had seen her at various clubs and bars over many months. I didn’t know her name but had gotten to a point where, if I was out, I found myself looking for her. It was difficult to describe, and I was still fairly young, so infatuation was often confused with many hormones and urges. She was five foot three, blonde, and had the most perfectly proportioned body I had seen at 18 years old...