"Do you need a hand?" He asked Raena and I immediately liked him. He turned to see me rush up next to Zack. He grinned, "You and your friend are in lo...ely dresses. Special night?" It's our prom," Zack answered. Serge let go of Raena's wrist and turned straight towards the man."Ah, that's fan--" I've already put up with enough of one bitch's shit this night!" Serge grabbed the man by his lapel. Serge was reaching into his pocket. I was scared. I wanted to grab Zack and Raena and leave. I. Kat seemed to snuggle deeper back into his chest, letting out an occasional sigh. All the way down. His hands on her knees. Imperceptibly spreading them apart. Fingers gliding back up across the tops of her thighs. Up along her arms. Squeezing her shoulders.Fingertips spread as his hands slide back down her arms. Pads of his fingertips barely brushing the sides of her breasts as his hands slip down. Across the tops of her thighs. Fingertips whispering onto the inner edges of her thighs, softly. Now everyone was "doing it". An eighteen-year-old virgin was a source of ridicule. Couples like us who missed the free love boat were urged to get aboard.By 1975 middle America Tupperware parties became "Fuckerwear Parties" with a middle class married woman host selling lingerie, lovemaking oils, and sex toys. Pornography was on the big screen with, Deep Throat and Behind the Green Door. Woman’s magazines like Cosmopolitan and Redbook were full of articles titled, How to Experience Sex, Casual. If it wasn’t for her sister he probably would have, but her sister stuck by her and helped track your father down.’ Mary Anne Said, ‘That poor girl. I bet she feels like the roof has fallen in on her head.’ ‘Yes, she does.’ Mom said. ‘She’s in the den with your father now. I want both of you to try and make her welcome, after all she is almost in the same position you were in Brent.’ ‘You can count on us,’ I told mom. ‘How are you taking it?’ She said, ‘I am fine with it. Your father and I had.