Mrs. Wilder
I know I'm a bit old, but I still have what the young girls have. I knew I was in trouble the moment my girlfriend, Stacy, dropped that bombshell on me. We were sitting in the diner after school on Tuesday, talking about prom night since exams were over and the dance was just around the corner. "Oh, by the way, babe, my mom wants to meet you," Stacy said casually, adjusting her cheerleader skirt. "I gave her your number. She'll probably text you soon to set up a time." My heart seized i...