The music was loud, and upon entry, our gorgeous hostess shouted to us about a bunch of rooms in the basement with all the contraband one might need. ...I took this to mean drugs, so I intended to stay upstairs for the majority of the buildup to midnight. I lost Chaz fairly early on as he knew quite a few of the party goers. So it was easy for me to follow when, around 11, our dark haired beauty of a hostess coaxed me down to the basement for, in her words, “refreshments.” Little did I know. . "Speaking of getting more, anyone care for a whisky?"We all did and soon ice clinked in glasses with whisky and the conversation returned back to our teen-age years."When did you loose it?" Natalie asked Angie."What? What did I loose?" You know. When was the first time you *did* it," Natalie said with a little shyness in her voice."Oh. I..." she looked over at me to see if I would object to her answer and when I didn't give any sign either way she decided to tell the truth. "Oh, it was on. Back around to the front and there went another button. This was maddening. While I had the concentration I frantically attacked his belt. My urgency made my attempts as inept as a virgin trying to unhook his first bra without benefit of seeing the mechanism. His mouth attacked mine with greater urgency. I let go of the belt and put my arms around him, pulling him tighter to me. In spite of that, he dispatched yet another button. His back was smooth. It felt muscular. I think it did. I don’t. "I can't believe all of them went out in a snowstorm to burn one DVD," Frank said as he sipped his coffee."Yeah, or to have a snowball fight at midnight," Dave laughed, then motioning with the pot, "Jeff?" Yeah, might as well have one last cup before bed." Then turning back to Frank, "I would never in my wildest dreams claim to understand women, but that said, I suppose what we just witnessed was a little like a rite of passing. Tina has rid herself of that asshole, and our women were there.