Bree explained, "Up there, Susanne, are the private rooms where some of the more elite go to have fun. On the other hand, sometimes the fun happens ri...ht in plain view."Susanne looked across the room where Bree was pointing and gave yet another shocked gasp as she saw a pair of black heels underneath a table where a woman, in her 60s at least, was sitting with a pleasant smile on her face. Susanne watched the scene distracted, not even noticing Bree's hand slide farther up her thigh.Bree waited. We met in 10th grade, and I guess the best description of us would be that we were on the wild side. Nothing too serious, mind you. Mostly typical teenage girl stuff: you know, chasing the boys, and trying to stretch the rules. Anyway, making a long story short, we got involved with a couple of older guys, members of the Wolverines MC.”That statement really surprised Matti, and he quickly turned and said, “You were also involved with the Wolverines?” He hesitated for just a couple of seconds. "Is this how you are going to lead me?" Very funny." I help you stand up, grab our gym bags and guide you toward the building by the elbow. A large muscular man sites behind the reception desk. "Hi Bob! This is Chris, the woman I was telling you about." Hi Chris." His voice is deep and touched with a bit of sympathy. You reach out your hand, not directly toward him (nice touch) and he takes it in greeting."Like I was telling you, Bob, the motorcycle accident left her blind and she's still not. I’ve never kissed a boy, for instance. I wouldn’t mind kissing you to find out what it’s like.”There must have been a whole passel of time warps that night, because I remember very plainly feeling Charlene’s arms around me, and my arms around her, and our lips pressed together. I remember that just fine, but I don’t remember anybody saying, “Hey let’s try this,” or, “What if we did it like this?”.And I remember the feel of my shorts around my ankles as we kissed. I hadn’t even pulled them back.