...she finally passed the ball to another girl. She then put her hands on my legs and then kind of half-twisted me so that I was resting on her hip... I tried to get down, but she wouldn't let me go. She then put her hand under my butt, and reached the other across to my waist and then bounced me around a bit. She was carrying me like a mom carries a baby! I tried to get down, but couldn't. She was holding me pretty tightly, and I couldn’t budge her arms. I didn't struggle too much,. ‘There’s the logs.’ I yelled as I saw the dark shape of a log jam ahead. All along the edge of the river is a build up of trees and logs that have built up a tangled timber line. ‘Stump,’ I pointed to the first stump I saw and pointed at it with the spotlight (flash light). ‘Stump,’ I yelled again and shined the light on another hazardous stump. ‘Which way?’ Happy yelled back. ‘Uh…left,’ It was anybody’s guess. I was looking for a cut through the log jam that opened up a passage into the open. I was almost afraid to imagine how good it might feel to approach her, to touch her, to be touched by her. That was absurd… I imagined her moving to the dance floor, my drunken eyes following her sleek form as she attempted to disappear into the crowd. She didn’t want the attention; she only wanted to dance, alone with her martini. It was then I stood from my stool at the bar, downing the last of my scotch; it stung as it rushed down my throat, but the burning was pleasant…it was how I imagined. The men got back in the truck and said that these k**s were having a party and we should go. We followed them to the house and went in. It was a big house with a pool. There were maybe twenty teenage boys here and two teenage girls. Everybody was feeling pretty buzzed. the four of us stood there with a beer. I told Troy this party is lame and we should go. Troy said that Wilma and I could really liven it up. I told him no! Troy then said "I double dog dare you" followed by "strip down naked.