But, he surmised, she had a lower centre of gravity and he'd rarely seen her keel over."C'mon," she told him, "sweet dreams for you... drunken bastard..." Wha? Leave me alone," he slurred. But he offered no resistance as she pulled him from his chair and deposited his body on the floor. With a crash, she fell down next to him."I think I'm drunk," she mumbled. But 'Oz' was already in a coma.The next day they regretted the indulgence of the night before. 'Oz' groaned piteously and Catalina told him. Sid. He's in his mid-fifties and very fatherly." Good news! He'll set you on your feet." Mm!" What's your article this Saturday going to be about?" Me. Introducing myself and saying what my interests are." Sounds good and the next one?" The York exhibition." OK. At least you won't have to make something up again. Right, I'm going to have a shower and change." I'll follow you."It was time for a drink after that."What's for supper?" asked Lottë."Cottage pie ready meal and broccoli." Have you. I was also acutely aware of how big his cock was and I was convinced it was going to hurt and hurt badly if he put it in me. So I gave up on the idea of taking his jeans off and instead got him to take his shirt off. Oh, God. I had no idea the effect that would have on me. His bare chest drove me absolutely nuts. I used to kiss it and rub my hands all over it and I just loved it. He really did have an incredible body.Then Brian suggested I take my shirt off too and I was horrified. I told him. . well maybe more than a little misinterpretation and misassumption went on. I know that somewhere along the line, Vivienne and my motives must have got reversed; Barry and I very quickly drifted apart.Well I couldn't really blame Barry, what happened between Vivienne and I was the complete reversal of what causes a lot of break-ups in teenage romances.Anyway some years later, after Barry had joined the army, I'd run into him in one of the local pubs and he told me that eventually Vivienne had.