Her Birthday

She was justs seventeen, if you know what I mean. Actually, she was sixteen when they met, maybe fifteen. She swept him off his feet without even trying. She was voted the cutest girl in school the next year, but it was more than lust even as lust was overwhelming. She had the amazing sensuality underneath her innocence and the confidence to dazzle an audience and still a fragility, a vulnerability of youth that was irresistible to him. It has been forty hears and he still wishes her a Happy Birthday as if she never left.