“Now stay here, I’ll be back soon.”He disappeared, leaving me at the table. I continued to play, though I still didn’t know what I was doing, ...ut that didn’t seem to matter. “Chrissy,” he said. He’d been gone for about an hour, and I’d been very, very lucky. “This is Dieter, he’ll send you back to me in the morning, and I’ll have your winnings for you.”He kissed my cheek, and walked away. “Another drink?” Dieter asked. “Please,” I said. “Glenmorangie.”He ordered, and I walked with him. We found. This time was different. It made me wet. If not for Bambi yelling at us to get our asses moving, we wouldn’t have stopped.”Tee hugged me tightly and said, “Our parents told us years ago to expect us to have sex with each other one day. Bambi won’t even admit it, but she was having sex all the time to keep her from hooking up with Bart. We want to do it with each other worse now that we know it won’t hurt Dee as we have tried before. What sucks is that our new friends told us they knew I had put. Mo sighed, copied how they’d opened their cans, and copied how they’d drunk the liquid - just as if it were wine after all.“Shoes,” smiled Mia. “To catch up.”“Oh.” Paul hastily undid his and pulled them off, while keeping his gaze on Mia: standing there, in just sheer tights, that short miniskirt, and vest tee. Oh and bra, and panties underneath of course.Mo took his shoes off too, with weird things going on in his head like it wasn’t really him.“Drink,” Mia set the example again. “Okay now. Not wanting to trip over anything (or anyone), I decided to stand still for a minute to let my eyes adjust.Thankfully, a minute was all that I needed before I could see what was around me in the room. To my right was a low budget film on a fairly small screen, and in front of me were rows of seats with people sporadically sitting here and there.I made my way into the back row and took a seat next to an older gentleman. I feel like I need to pause for a second to acknowledge that I know that.