I pushed the door open and rushed in. Les had her hand on the back of the toilet, trying to get up from a sitting position. There were tears on her ch...eks. "I guess you hurt me more than either of us thought. I can't sit down. But I've got to empty this out."I felt like shit. I did this to her and I needed to help her.First, I got her to straighten up as best she could and moved her to the side of the toilet. I sat down on the throne to a "What are you doing?" I put my legs together and pulled. To me she was just another drunk Barfly, I definitely had my share of lying back in those days and I tried to steer clear of women that already had others but sometimes that just won't take no for an answer.So about 2 weeks past, didn't think much of it friend and I were drinking all day ,doing some blow ,decided to head out to the bar, you will never guess who I ran into, yep ,we'll just call her Maria. No Maria is looking a lot better than she was the first night I met her practically a whole. He said he was, but wouldn’t be free till around nine-ish. I told her this and, we were both cool about it as people didn’t start leaving till around ten-ish. He phoned at nine thirtyish and said, would it be ok to come round still, I called her away from the gathering, after I’d spoke to him-to say that he’s going to come over(but I’ll pick him up) due to the time etc, would it be ok if he stayed? She then said, come here - I moved closer to her and, she then said give me your hand , which I. Within the first six months of knowing these people I was trying new things, fucking new people in new ways. I'd experimented with BDSM, lesbianism, threesomes. I was becoming what some people may call a slut, and loving it. Many people associate sexual exploration, especially in young adult girls as a sign of depression, hopelessness and low self esteem. For me it was the opposite. I had never felt more in control and confident. My phone was full of the numbers of men who would drop whatever.