Mother's dreams of being a domme continue...
I think you'll be surprise by how many people remember you. A lot of the kids looked up to you and respected you back then, even if you didn't realize it. Several people asked me about you at the other reunion I attended."
I chuckled and said, "Respected me? Most of the kids thought I was just another hood and were afraid of me."
She shook her head and smiled. "That's not true. You had been on your own since you were thirteen and held down two jobs plus going to school. Most of the kids knew that and respected you for it. Yes, you were rough, short tempered actually, but you never started a fight that I know of. You just made damn sure that you finished it and that the other person never forgot it. When you went out for football and became one of our best players, everyone was rooting for you to get that scholarship. I bet you didn't know that either. You may not remember many people from high school but they remember you."
I sat there looking at Sandy for several minutes as I turned over what she had said in my mind. Was she right? Probably. She was more attuned to people back then than I was. I had had more on my mind; people were the least of my worries. School hadn't been a social thing with me; it had been just another job. A thing I had to do if I wanted to get ahead in life. Football was the same way, a stepping-stone to college. I may have graduated at sixteen but I hadn't been a kid in any way, shape, or form for three years. My social skills were slim and none back then.
The waitress brought more coffee but Sandy had had enough and I figured it was time to go meet the ghosts from my past. "Ok, you talked me into it. Well, actually, you let me talk me into it. You were always pretty good at that." I said to Sandy when the waitress left.
She smiled and stood up. "You always had the right answers if you just stopped long enough to think about it. I just gave you the time and the reason to think." She replied with a grin.
I chuckled as I stood up and then I took her hand as we walked to the cashier to pay the bill.
We arrived at the school just after nine and went to the auditorium where everyone was to meet. We spent the next three hours wandering around talking to people. I was surprised at how many of these people I did know, although it took a little prompting at times before my brain matched up a nametag or a face with a person. There was close to a hundred people there, which I guess isn't bad since there was only two hundred plus of us to start with.
When lunchtime came, Sandy rode with me as we ended up going out with about a dozen other people to the old Lakeside Inn. I hadn't been there since my junior year of high school. It had been on a date with a cheerleader that hadn't even known my name until I started playing football. We had beaten our cross-town rivals, I had scored the winning touchdown, and she had asked me out. I had thought it was a joke at first because I wasn't one of the snobby in-crowd that she normally associated with. I had except the date more as a challenge than as a social function. That's just the way I took everything in my life back then.
When I mentioned that date to Sandy, she laughed and said, "Yeah, I remember that. You scared the hell out of that girl and the fact that she dated you, scared the hell out of me. That's when I decided that we needed to be something other than just friends. First of all because I realized what you meant to me and secondly, so I could tame you down and teach you some people skills."
I chuckled at that and said, "Boy, did I ever need that."
"Yes, you did." Sandy said with a chuckle of her own. "Did you really take her parking and tell her to put out or get out?"
I laughed and nodded, "Yeah, I sure did. I thought her dating me was a big joke. You know, the in-crowds way of placating the new football hero. You know me; a good offense is the best defense."
"Well, you offended her alright.