" from time to time. She had just ordered a drink, martini I believe, when she noticed that my attention was elsewhere than her story. The waiter brou...ht her drink... it was then that the magic began.She quietly stirred the martini with the toothpicked olive as I noticed her eyes begin to roam over my body and I thought, "hmmm, what are the chances that..." It was as the thought was forming in my mind that she started to suggestively lick the olive, her other hand slowly stroking the stem on. If you don’t want to do it, I am okay with it as well.”“I want us to promise that we will not undress,” she said after a moment of silence.“I am completely fine with it”, I said in some excitement.And there it went – I kissed her. On her lips. I had only dreamt about this earlier. This time we did it. This time it was passionate and deep. Soon we were exchanging saliva and tasting playing with each other’s tongue. The pleasure was in the fact that someone I admire and respect trusts me. She. As the birthday boy everyone wanted to buy me a drink and around eleven I started feeling a little woozy and by midnight I was passed out. Abby had been putting it away too, but she wasn't quite as bad off as I was. There were a couple of people who thought they were fairly sober and they loaded me into a car to take me home. I vaguely remember coming out of my alcohol induced stupor at one point to see Abby in only high heels and nylons being passed around by a group of guys who were kissing. When I heard footsteps on the basement stairs that June morning, I quickly jerked my hand out of my shorts and refastened them. I sat down in a kitchen chair the moment before the basement door opened.Mr. Johnson appeared, fully dressed again. Mother, dressed in a simple dress, was behind him. A leash in Mr. Johnson's hand led to the collar around her neck. Mother stopped, staring at me with frightened, beseeching eyes. He tugged on the leash and she took the last step out of the basement. He.