The next day when the alcoholic hazehas worn off you’re shot back into the real world with ashudder.I work in the world’s unsexiest building. Ther... isn’t acurve or a sensuous line in it. It’s all uncompromisingangles, strip-lighting and magnolia patterned with dirtyfingerprints. I feel like a white mouse in an experimentdesigned to see how long one sentient being can spend in abox without turning magnolia herself.At least it was Monday, 5.45 p.m., nearly my time toescape. I shrugged into my. I flew back home, so that I could make it to his bachelor party in time. But, due to flight delays, I got there relatively late. When I opened the door I saw three guys and Kevin drunk or high out of their mind. There were two latino brothers. The first latino was stocky, probably a former steroid user. And, the other was a nerdy, glasses-type bear. As for the other male, it was Kevin's cousin who recently finished a lengthy conviction for possession. He was bigger than Kevin, and had the build. My gaze slowly wandered to the bulge in his grey underwear, his enormous dick attempting to break free from its prison. I gave him my best 'come hither' glance and he wasted no time in leaping onto the bed, grabbing me by the hips and, in one fluid motion, slipping my thong down my legs and past my feet, manoeuvring me so that I was straddling him. His hands traveled up from my hips and round my back as he unfastened my bra and freed my breasts. I could feel his dick pulsating under me, and. It's not a problem, nobody can see it from here.I start touching yourself over my pants, drifting off into fantasy while I look at the back of their heads, remembering how they look, their big breasts hiding under their summer dresses.One of them stand up, turn around and we make eye contact. She smiles but I am so embarrassed I avert my eyes. "Don't want to seem creepy, that will ruin my chances. Oh god that was probably creepy, it's over. I'll spend the festival alone." I panic.Before my.