KISS AND TELL — rooftop

It all started in my early teens.  My dad was not a fan of the boy I liked, in fairness any boy at all when it came to me.  Don't get me wrong my dad loved me so very much but no boy was good enough for me by his standards.  As most teenagers will do though I found a way around his rules, we simply snuck our meetings.  We both lived in the same apartment building so it was relatively easy, especially with the fire escape right outside my window.  Almost every night the weather allowed I would climb...