Living in the rural town of Whitecrest, Alabama, friends were close and the slightest idea could turn everybody’s world around…

Brian clasped his overworked farm-boy hands around her delicate waist and pulled her glistening body in close for a tight hug. This had been the best evening of both their teenage lives…
Brian showed up at Marcy’s home around seven with homemade macaroni and cheese, peach cobbler, and a jug of lemonade. He didn’t dare ruin her reaction by telling her that his mother had made it.
Marcy ran outside when she saw his dusty red pickup roll down the dirt road. She greeted him with a hug that made him melt. Holding her close, the scent of her hair tantalized his senses. He got even more excited when he saw the way her eyes smiled when she talked- it was enough to draw the gayest of men in.
“What are you doing here?” Marcy asked eagerly. She saw the food on the passenger seat and quickly ran to the other side of the truck to help Brian inside with it.
She cleared off the mail from the kitchen table- her father had been gone for a week and it was really piling up. Marcy then rummaged around in a cupboard for candles and pulled out a single candlestick with a tarnished silver holder. She lit it and the candle flickered in the wind from the open windows. Brian brought in the food and found some plates and silverware while Marcy went into the bathroom to freshen up.
Darkness fell upon the two of them fast; when dinner was done, they went outside and lay in the lush green grass of the pasture and watched the stars and talked. Nothing could have been more perfect at that moment in time. As dew began to form on the grass and chill their bodies, Marcy jumped up and grasped Brian’s hand to bring him indoors.
He had been in her house many times before but this time there was a different aura within. They curled up on the futon and Marcy put on one of her Beatles records. It was the nineties, but she loved the way records sounded and The Beatles, well you couldn’t beat them with any new music.
Marcy pulled Brian close and placed her plump cherry lips upon his neck. She had never done this before, but everything seemed right. The time just flew by and their raw bodies were tangled together in a mass of arms and legs and sweat. Breathless and content, Brian couldn’t stop smiling. He loved this girl more than anything he could ever imagine loving- he had ever since they were little. Marcy and Brian grew up together playing cops and robbers and telling ghost stories at sleepovers. They pushed each other on the swings and took long bike rides to the nearest town to get candy and soda…
…“Hey cuz’, could you grab me a glass of water?” Marcy asked.
“Sure,” he said.
As he walked down the hallway, he tried to divert his eyes from the pictures on the walls; pictures of his uncle, his aunt, and of course, Marcy.