June, 1970. A playground in Skokie, Illinois. Fran, a gal I was dating from college.

I was 19 at the time and had dated and kissed a lot of girls and had already experienced sex for a number of years but this was the first REAL kiss. There, in the fading sunlight of an early summer evening, amidst the sliding ponds and the swings, I first experienced the realization that a slow, sensual kiss is best shared with someone you really care for. It was as though we'd been partners for years.... it was all so familiar, yet strange and new.

I often wonder what became of Frannie. Its 36 years later now and I still get sentimental (and a little aroused) thinking of that kiss. I know I'll never forget it.