I think Trish or Cindy put some kind of drug in my drink. I remember dancing with a few guys but not much more. On the way home Trish and Cindy told m... I was into it and let men grope me. Even being drunk I can't picture me letting that happen without me stopping them."I honestly don't remember but I called Barb the next day. She spent the night dancing with your friend Larry. Trish and Cindy disappeared for almost an hour. I asked Barb what I did and she told me that men did touch me but I. Tell dad I’m okay and not to worry. However, it looks like I might be here a couple of days too. I’ll call you when I leave here. Good-bye.”“Thanks for calling honey. Your dad said to say hi, and that he will save some eggnog for you. Bye dear.” She had just hung up the phone when someone knocked on the door, “It Jack, let me in my arms are full.”“Okay, give me a second.” She helps with the luggage then turned to Jack and suggested, “Better get out of those wet clothes and maybe take a hot. "Slow up a little. It's coming up." Which one?" she asked."That one." He pointed.The house in question was bigger than most of the others on the street. It was two stories tall with a large attic area that was big enough to qualify as a third story. It was fifty years old, of classic Spanish Colonial architecture, and surrounded by a lot that was just under an acre in size. A wide, well cared for front lawn stretched from the porch to the street, broken only by a circular driveway and an ornate. I told her that Eddie and Dale were staying with me again, and that I thought I'd come up for a visit with her and my Dad on that following weekend. We spoke about Joyce and the others, I asked her about whether they would have any problems with me coming back to Ridgeline, to visit my parents."Kenny, it isn't like that. I hope you don't feel like all of them are lined up against you? I've spoken with all the other girls. Not a single one of them is happy with the way things presently are. This.