After getting in the room and getting all set up, they began to do shots before the game even started. Gina wasn't to be outdone as she too threw back...a few.At this juncture I could tell she was hell bent on going through with it, but also knew she was unwittingly confident that she had been legitimately winning all along. It was quite comical watching her sneak on a pair of flip-flops. I knew she was going to consider that part of her wardrobe as she gave me a sneaky grin.On the very first. But I looked at the clock radio beside the bed and it was only twenty minutes. Mom told us to come down. We started downstairs hand in hand. I hadn't felt like this since I was six and got caught playing doctor with the little girl next door.We all got seated at the kitchen table. But with both Mom's on the other side glaring at us, it felt more like a courtroom. I told my side of the story. When I got to breaking into Mom's locked book case, she held up one hand to stop me. "We WILL talk more. The empty remains of a twelve-pack of Shiner lay scattered around the table and floor nearby. I didn’t see any evidence of food, so I doubted he had eaten anything. Again. This scene was becoming pretty routine.Dad would come home and hit the beer. If he wasn’t already half-lit by the time he got back, he didn’t waste much time in getting to fully-lit. He didn’t usually eat. I wondered if the calories from a twelve-pack were enough to keep him going. Somehow, I doubted it.On nights when I was. At secondary school after P.E I was never one of those who cowered beneath their towel dreading the communal shower. I would strip right down and run straight in because I wasn’t ashamed of my body and I couldn’t see why anyone should be ashamed of theirs but each to their own I suppose. However as I got older, my exhibitionist tendencies started to infiltrate my many sexual encounters. I love fucking outside and when the craze of dogging erupted I was beside myself with excitement. However,.