Ten minutes after my parents had departed that friday evening on their drive to Powys, Corky arrived with a bag full of pasties, pork pies, and black ...urrant scones from a local bakery. Alice was in the kitchen preparing a jug full of lemon squash and another full of milk chocolate for us. Dad, as always knowing Alice surprisingly well, invited her to help herself from the crates full of larger, bitter, and stout bottles he kept in the garden shed along with a cot which he never explained what. I cursed and slammed my fist against the wall. ‘Where is he?’ Jessie asked, panic flooding her voice. How could I have missed that? How could I have left him here unconscious? I cursed at myself. Nothing I could do about it now. All I could do now was take care of the one and get the hell out of this place. I went into the bathroom that connected to my bedroom and ripped the shower curtain from the rod. I laid it beside the body and rolled him across it, rolling him up in it tightly. ‘Help. It was a friendly group and we knew almost everyone there and we were having a great time. We both had just enough to drink to put us in a really great mood and soon some one cranked up the stereo and the living room furniture ended up in the dining room to create a dance floor. My wife loves to dance and I don't so I usually watch while she dances with anyone who will ask her.Given my fantasy it was only natural (for me anyway) to watch her dance and to try and visualize what she would look. If you wanted to be anyone or get into anything, you had to open your mouth and your legs and sometimes both of them together. I was fifteen and all the girls in that school had been deflowered by that age, we just accepted it as initiation into adulthood, it was our passport that got us into parties, where drank beer and as you walked around, people were just screwing everywhere.There was this one party that centres around my story, I was as horny as hell and d**gged on a pill that made me.