Back in 8th grade, Shane had moved to include guys in his life as well. He loved girls, but with limited options in high school, that only worked out every couple months. Sexually, Shane was active whenever possible. Smith, informed the class that he was not happy with their homework and the game was cancelled, Shane scolded, “Where’s your Saint Patrick’s Day spirit, Mr. Patrick’s Day, when his math teacher, Mr. Even his teachers couldn’t resist the mixture of his looks and humor…he just had charm. He would drink with friends during the week and maybe smoke some pot. Shane wasn’t the best academically, he was smart enough, but he didn’t care. Either way they would be enormous, with the crotch half-way to his knees. For pants, Shane would wear either blue jeans or something sporty…like plastic windbreakers. He would always have a large silver-link chain that dropped down to about mid-chest. Shane would usually wear sports jerseys, typically basketball, that were a few sizes too big for him. He lips and eyes were the first to catch people’s attention, so the rest of his face kind of fell into the background. His eyes were blue and so bright you would think he was wearing special contact lenses, but he wasn’t.
His lips were bright red and perfectly smooth. The thing that made him irresistible were his lips and eyes. Shane’s face narrowed slightly from top to bottom. He would always gel it, so it had a “wet” look to it. Shane had dark, brown hair which he always kept short. If I had to label him, I’d put him in the skater category. Normal build, not thin, but not thick at all. But you need a good mental picture to even come close to doing him justice. Shane was 18 years old and a senior in high school.