First Kiss
First Kiss
In the fall of 1977, Ben Whirling got his first taste of love when he came back to eighth grade a changed man. And it was the oddest most superficial thing in the world that had made all the difference. His hair had been a thick unmanaged mousey brown his first eight years at Saint Alphonsus, but three long months in the swimming pool over the summer had turned it into a bright and finer golden blonde that glowed around his face like a halo. He stepped off the school bus totally unaware that the world as he knew it would never be the same.
