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We've all experienced primary school crushes, but for some reason, my crush on a girl called Susan continued far beyond my school days. She had been a stunningly beautiful girl, even in Primary school, but it had been over ten years since I last saw her, having left my town soon after primary school, and I wondered whether my idea of her was just an image clouded with nostalgia. Surely now she would not be the same cutesy, dimpled blonde I had known and in a way loved.

I was wrong though. Since moving on and making a career for myself, I had deliberately neglected my home town. I knew only a handful of people there now, and returning home once every two years was enough to satisfy their fascination with how I was doing.

It was Christmas time when I last returned home. And along with all the Christmas traditions, I attended mass with my family on Christmas morn. It was there I bumped into Susan.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw her for the first time in over ten years. To my utter disbelief she looked even better than before. Her blonde hair had turned even blonder, and her dark skin indicated she had spent some time abroad, and best of all when she smiled, those amazing dimples appeared again.

I couldn't blame her for not recognising me when I said hello to her after mass. I had been heavier as a teenager than I was now. After spending my adolescence growing in all the wrong directions, it took a lot of hard work to get my body toned, but I had never doubted it was worth the effort, especially when I think of all the women who have gotten wet at the sight of my six pack.

I could tell Susan was impressed. She eyed me up and down when I reminded her who I was, and then she done the unthinkable and extended me an invitation to a get together with her and some of her friends from school. I accepted readily.

The party itself was at Susan's house. Surprisingly, while she was at home over Christmas, her Mother and father had decided to go away on Holidays, and celebrate the Christmas down under!

Susan didn't mind though, and organised a small dinner party at the house on Christmas night. She welcomed me with a big hug when I came to the door, bearing chocolates and Champagne (Moet