She may have looked like the illegitimate lovechild of Tyler Perry and Mickey Rourke, but she was the first to school me in the ways of forbidden love.
She had luscious gray locks that would make any Brillo pad rust green with envy.
Her perfume smelled of pot and popcorn. I still look over my shoulder at the movie theater, hoping she might be there.
She was not as pretty as Johnny Depp, but when her hands slid down the front of my jeans I could almost feel the graceful touch of Edward Scissorhands.
My heart still flutters when I think about how lucky I was to be the last stop on her bus route year after year.
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