Labrie sans simcoe is not something fancy like no pants. And it is not her maiden name for we were too young to be married. Aimee is the second to last vixen and the most commercially successful of the lot. We both came from the wrong side of the tracks, although she was quite equestrian in her white, two-piece standing in highland hammocks asking me about our prom. I still do not have the answer. Who knew she knew so much about e.b. white. I was that year's outstanding negro student. I did not understand why she was in such a hurry taking eighteen-hour semesters at saint petersburg junior college. I could have spent a few more semesters there myself. She was headed for tallahassee or somewhere. Her eyes were stunning. I wonder what our children would have looked like, with my recessive irish/scottish/african traits. But i digress. It seems like she kissed the south goodbye. It is almost time for our thirty-year reunion.
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