We walked into the department. We went down a hallway to several interview rooms. Several people were milling around and I instantly recognized her. For a moment I was transported back in time to high school. I'd had the same feeling when I laid eyes on her back then. Katrina Sheppard was the hottest girl in high school, even as a freshman.
Time had been more than kind to her. She had only gotten better with age and was more beautiful than she'd been when I stared at her during every class we ever had together. I had long dreamed of spending just one night with her, but I never felt I was in her class.
She was the head cheerleader. She was the homecoming queen. She was the prom queen. She was beauty and elegance on the arm of the starting varsity quarterback while I was the skater. I was
