17-Year-Old Prom King Mysterious Death

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I would have definitely eaten that.

Possibly a cramp?

I used to have panic attacks in water for some reason. I grew up on the water and never had anything happen like that before but my only thought was "get me the fuck out of here." First time was water skiing on a lake. I fell and swallowed a small amount of water and immediately panicked until the boat picked me up.

[quote] I fell and swallowed a small amount of water

Was it brackish?

Those thighs in the photo at R1 ! Lawdy! I do believe I'm gettin' the vapors! I could have spent hours between them and the possibly beefy ass behind them!

Oh God! Why did you have to take such hot snatch! 😭

I think these kids are being drugged

I'm all in on the pink-accented tuxedo, and in Iowa no less! High fashion, indeed!

Kidnapping followed by autoerotic asphyxiation.

Prom King? Prom KAWEEN!

I never understand these lake or pond deaths. Do they get tangled up in debris? Who swims in dark, strange water?

How many twinks are going to their watery graves???

Nice bangs.

He had beautiful bangs, but he couldn't live forever.

Might have hit his head on something underwater.

I loved someone, too, and the person I loved I lost. He was a boy, just a boy, when I was a very young girl. When I was sixteen, I made the discovery--love. All at once and much, much too completely. It was like you suddenly turned a blinding light on something that had always been half in shadow, that's how it struck the world for me. But I was unlucky. Deluded. There was something different about the boy, a nervousness, a softness and tenderness which wasn't like a man's, although he wasn't the least bit effeminate looking--still--that thing was there.... He came to me for help. I didn't know that. I didn't find out anything till after our marriage when we'd run away and come back and all I knew was I'd failed him in some mysterious way and wasn't able to give the help he needed but couldn't speak of! He was in the quicksands and clutching at me--but I wasn't holding him out, I was slipping in with him! I didn't know that. I didn't know anything except I loved him unendurably but without being able to help him or help myself. Then I found out. In the worst of all possible ways. By coming suddenly into a room that I thought was empty--which wasn't empty, but had two people in it... the boy I had married and an older man who had been his friend for years. Afterwards we pretended that nothing had been discovered. Yes, the three of us drove out to Moon Lake Casino, very drunk and laughing all the way. We danced the Varsouviana! Suddenly in the middle of the dance the boy I had married broke away from me and ran out of the casino…

Lakes in those parts are GROSS. They’re all man made pits of brain eating amoeba filled algae water. I’d never go past the waist in that stuff.

Drunk.

[quote] I’d never go past the waist in that stuff.

That’s what she said.

The Homecoming Queen did it!

I can’t get past the wing bangs.

I read it as Pron King.

"I'd never go past the waist..."

Protect your bussy hole!