Excerpt from Chapter 65

This is Donna’s full confession to Matt Jr. after he had returned from Eagleton after rushing out of his own apartment and leaving his baby girl behind. Thank goodness her grandmother was there to rescue her when she was suddenly left alone:

The night of my junior prom was the best night of my life with your dad, Matt. I was a homely-looking girl, the girl who wore glasses and braces and was too smart for a boy. These combinations made me unpopular. But there was this boy—a jock, a brainiac—who befriended me. He was the most handsome, the most exotic-looking boy I had ever seen. He was humble and he was spiritual, but he was a homosexual.

Matt and I role-played, as you already know, as Rhett and Scarlett. I was Juliet, and he was my Romeo. But Romeo was gay. I would never be with Matt, and we would never marry—these were my thoughts at the time.

But Matt made this night in May special. He was my Rhett, and I was his Scarlett. And when we entered the gym, we were at home on the plantation. Who knew Matt and I would be crowned queen and king of the junior prom? And very few people knew who I was because of my gown, red hair, makeup, and no glasses. I was the Southern belle of the ball as “Only You” by the Platters played during our king and queen dance.

I knew I wanted to be close to Matt than just boy and girl friends. Matt also had a good time at the prom.

It was a year and a half later. Michael had spiked the punch at their college going-away party. Matt got a little drunk. It was when Matt and I drove to the aspen grove on the ranch that Matt got really drunk. To this day, I don’t know why Matt didn’t realize the punch had been spiked.

It might sound as if I am repeating myself. Maybe, if I confess my guilt enough, I just might forgive myself for that glorious, dreadful night. But good does win over evil deeds. You, Matt Jr., were born, and now you and your biological father are together in truth.

Matt was really wiped out. Matt never drank. But after drinking the entire thermos of Michael’s spiked punch, all of Matt’s inhibitions, which were few, broke down completely. We kissed. We had never kissed before. Maybe a peck on the cheek but never full mouth contact. Matt mentioned he was horny before he passed out.

Matt had initiated the kiss. I was in heaven and returned the kiss with an open mouth. I had no problem with this since our kiss lingered for what seemed like an eternity. I was melting under the power of his sexual prowess.

Matt broke off the kiss and said again that he was horny. It was then that Matt passed out in the back seat of my car.

Something came over me. I looked around, and we were alone. The windows had fogged over because it was a cool evening. Even though we had turned the heater on low, my own heat radiated the window cover-up.

I took off my panties and hiked up my dress. Matt’s eyes were closed. I mounted Matt, and he did let out a groan. I lost my virginity to Matt that night. I was unaware that Matt had ejaculated deep within me. “Dream Lover” by Bobby Darin was playing on the car radio.