Social Studies

“Last weekend, I” Erin turned around and saw nothing behind her, despite a stalking sensation plaguing the first timers’ stomach organ region creating an unrest feeling. Returning to the biology textbook still engaged in its presentation, a simple technical story explaining the birds and bees fable, allowing the intellectual exercise an opportunity to raise the maturing collegiate student’s learning confidence, giving her understanding.

Closing the academic bookstore investment, the freshman proceeded towards the elevator, tired due to the late nocturnal hour, “what did I do last weekend,” she tried recalling.

Wearing an innocent white relaxed ensemble the naive pre medical student decided a break was needed and ventured closer to the International border where a beautiful lake separated two youthful priority agenda items.

Before unlocking the door protecting a property owned by her wealthy family, a visit to the All-American Patriot General Store claimed attention. Conveniently located at the town limits, the five and dime social meeting establishment commanded immediate action.

“First pick up the important essentials,” she thought putting the car in park.

Entering the rural convenience one stop shop, respectfully grabbing a plastic basket, she ventured down each aisle grabbing the important purchases, finding everything there, nothing missing.

Walking to the cashier, she retrieved a credit card, handing it over, “well if it isn’t Erin, Mr. Vincent Lombardi’s little girl,” the employee stated pressing archaic keys creating the bottom to open up, accompanied by a ringing bell, “Nine dollars and fifty cents, please,”

“Thank you, Mrs. Wilson,” Erin pleasantly whispered.

“He’s up at the cabin,” Mrs. Wilson informed, pausing an instant, “my son.”

“Roger?” Erin questioned.

“He’s a nice catch dear, unlike other fishes swimming in the sea,”

A few minutes the log cabin destination was accomplished and there standing on the porch her inseparable high school sweetheart, ‘Roger Wilson’.

Waving her hand in pleasant gesture, Erin stepped out, running up the aging, crumbling steps, “I missed you so,”

“It hasn’t even been a month,” Roger noted.

“Lectures, academic stress, library errands,” Erin defended her time, “what about you?”

“Started fishing,” Roger stated, “and?”

“And we will have seafood for dinner?”

“No, not exactly,” Roger started to confess, “found this dolphin doing backflips,”

Reality hit her in the face seeing Mary enter the scene, a beautiful heavily tan marina model, “I prayed Hail Mary buying my tackle bait and all of a sudden was filled with grace,” Roger proclaimed, “we left some beer, the same we guzzled when you would go on your fantasy jet setting adventures,” he told her, “the nice six pack is from my Mom’s bill paying ice box sales.”

“Last weekend, I,” Erin found the Paradise Burger, still open despite the clock tower alerting the community, ‘midnight has arrived’, “I lost my best friend.”

Going inside the fast-food establishment a young gentlemen sat there reading the periodical table, “Hi,” Erin spoke up, “what are you studying?”

“Pre-Chemistry,” he answered.

“Well, I am Pre Med,” she blushed.

“Jones,” He outstretched his hand, “my parents are giant royalty in the health community here.”

Seeing his beautiful green eyes while blinking her blues, the two met life’s challenges full force realizing they had a secure social insurance developing, “so do you want to join me for a bite?” Countess Erin inquired.

“And we can share a little red wine,” Count Jones offered, “perhaps.”

“That would be nice,”

Next day when dawn arrived, despite waking on separate sides of the campus Count Jones and Countess Erin both experienced neck soreness. Prescribing themselves, a Doctor visit needed for proper diagnosis and they both attacked the issue together, as a couple starting a long-term eternal affair.