June got up and said to bring Doris into the next room. Being so small and slim it was easy for Jack to just pick her up and carry her. The adjoining ...oom was a bedroom, containing a bed and some chairs, and nothing else. June looked enquiringly at Jack. "Is she out?" she asked. Jack shook his head, and replied with a smile, "No, she's just drunk."June indicated the bed. "Put her down there. Will she talk?"Jack set her down on the bed and sat beside her with his arm round her to keep her. ..” Jada started to cry.“Jada?!”“I’m okay!” She sucked in several deep breaths. “I’m okay! I’m so happy, Mark!” Several more deep breaths. “We have so much to talk about...” There were more sounds of her blowing her nose. “But ... But wow. Maybe can we put it off, just for a bit? I need some time to settle down.”“Sure, sure. I love you.”“I know! I love you back ... Uh, I have to blow my nose again, one more time. Hang on...”A few moments later. “Right! Mark, there’s a few things you should know. She ordered me to take off my shirt, then tied it over my eyes, making an effective blindfold. "I got to improvise with whatcha got here," she stated. "I ain't got my equipment." After she secured the blindfold, she told me to take off the rest of my clothes and kneel on the floor. I could hear her rummaging around my bedroom. I must have taken too long to get undressed as something hit my ass. "Hurry up, slave!" she yelled. "I ain't got all day." Hurriedly, I shed my remaining clothes and. Think orangutan. A drunk one.Drinking edges its way inexorably from desirability to compulsivity. Plans for study are put aside. Partnerships are created and broken with monotonous regularity. Some of us put homosexuality to the test, and find that while we are capable of sex with our very own gender, we would, on the whole, rather not. Then of course, the remaining ten percent take the exact opposite view.Friendships come and go, there is a lot of laughing, even more crying, devastation,.