With a blissed-out smile on my face, I came staggering back to my dorm room in the wee small hours. The sensual memories of the evening were already embedding themselves permanently in my psyche. I was a changed man!

I had wanted to change. It was half the reason I’d gone away to college. Sure I intended to do well, get a degree and set myself up for future life. But I had also wanted to grow and push my boundaries, which had been so stifled in the small town I’d come from.

Finally, I was an adult. I was meeting new people who had different ideas about life, who’d grown up with unfamiliar priorities and liberties. When I told others how repressive my upbringing had been, I received bewildered stares of disbelief — and not a little sympathy.

Some of that sympathy had translated... Read More