It’s my first ever actual date, apart from taking a guy to junior prom, and while I’m excited, my mother is practically having kittens as I wait in the hallway. She tells me how good I look, fusses over my hair before she remembers that I no longer have any, and fidgets like crazy. I decide not to tell her that under my new fitted jeans I am wearing speedos which feel like constricting silk and I’ve been sporting a semi for half an hour or so.
Erin comes to collect me in the battered pick-up, b