A Different Kind of Fireworks Phonesex

I grew up in a really small New England town. The Fourth of July was always my favorite holiday because the whole town treated the special day like it was more important than Christmas. The town square would be filled with vendors and food booths during the day. At noon a parade made of several towns would make their way down the main street with all of us cheering and catching candy treats thrown our way. Then at night, everything magically cleared away to make room for the Fireworks display.

Both of my parents were licensed firework technicians along with two sets of my aunts and uncles. The town hired them to set off the incredible display every year which left me unsupervised during the show. It was on the Fourth of July that I had my very first kiss.

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