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I remember the first time that I ever met Jim's mom - he'd just moved from the city to our little suburb at the beginning of the 11th grade. We bonded instantly - he was wearing a shirt of one of my favorite bands, I was wearing a shirt of one of his. We had four classes together that day and by the end of the third he asked if I'd like to go back to his place to listen to some of the music that he liked but I'd never heard. I said sure, as I had nothing to do after school, so we headed back to his place. As we walked to the parking lot he asked if I'd like a ride, or if I'd brought my own car. Telling him that I didn't have one, he lead me to his. It was a brand new (at the time) Mustang. "Holy shit" I thought to myself "he must be loaded!".

I had no idea where we were going - I just sat back and listened to his kick ass car stereo. Suddenly, I got an idea to where we were going - the "rich" neighborhood. True enough, we pulled onto one of the nicest streets in town - and up to a towering house. He parked in the driveway and told me that I should go around back and wait there while he got his books - something had happened to the key for the front door and they were forced to use the back one. I walked around the house, admiring the massive flower gardens and thick green grass. I opened the gate, walked through, closed the gate and continued around the house. The backyard was massive - I continued walking around the house until I turned the corner and saw the pool. It was gorgeous - a fake rock face with waterfall fed into the pool. I couldn't believe how nice it was. As I stared at the waterfall something at the opposite ...

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