I hopped into the boat to pack away my rods and tackle, swinging my legs over the side so I sat facing the yard, feet dangling a couple of feet off the ground. My neighbor's daughter, Mandy, the slim 18-year-old geek with glasses and an awkward vibe, as if she spent more time with books than boys, wandered over. She stopped right in front of me, maybe three feet away, her eyes level with my crotch thanks to the boat's height. I saw her glance drop to my groin...
What if your most cherished dream could become reality? What if the love of your life became a cultural icon? Are you strong enough to weather the storm brought on by these two potentially disparate actions?