Contrary to Kenny, the neighbors and friends of his parents loved the parties. Kenny’s family was rich and lived in a glamorous house in a wealthy n...ighborhood. And his parents loved to entertain, throwing on extravagant dinner parties with delectable food, fancy wine, and fun conversation. Despite have wealth, Kenny didn’t have many friends. He was terribly shy, a loner, and certainly not great with the girls. Sure he had girlfriends, but it never lasted and he remained a virgin. Kenny wasn’t. “I’m going to… to lose my job!” I wailed and buried my face in my hands. “Hey, honey,” Becca’s voice suddenly soothed from right next to me, and her hand rubbed gently up and down my back. “I told you I’d help you.” “But… but how?” I sniffled. She smiled at me, brushing my tears away with a thumb, then gazed into the distance. “I wonder… hm… I’m not sure…” “What?” I asked, my voice pleading. “If you have an idea, please tell me!” “Well,” she replied hesitantly, “I’m no psychologist, but…” Her. Her mouth was making laughing sounds around my nipple. I suddenly realized that I’d thrown my arms around her neck and was holding her there against my breast, smothering her, and I let go, collapsing on my back. I couldn’t seem to get enough air into my lungs. Gently, she rested her cheek against my chest, and I put my arms around her shoulders, marveling at the feel of her. We stayed like that for a long time. ‘We need to get dressed,’ she said softly. ‘You need to get back to work.’ ‘Oh,. During the dancing she received some nice comments on her dress from at least two men but thought nothing of it, men after all are creatures of lustful habit at parties. Sometime later Jane was sat having a nice girly chat with Sophie, a 60 something woman when, according to Jane, Sophie said that as Jane was dancing; the ground mounted spotlights were shining right through Jane's dress revealing her legs to everyone and that either she must be wearing a very small thong or she must be going.