If there's something else I should know about you, write it down."I was fascinated that instead of a scrum descending on the paper, the ones closest t... the pile each grabbed a portion, removed one for themselves and handed the rest behind them. I could see the paper flowing back through the crowd. All of them started reaching into purses to find a pen and soon all you could hear was the scribbling throughout the room. It was still startling to me how there were none of the conversations you'd. Then they untied me and took the blindfold off. They poured me another drink and gave me another qualude. One guy oiled my asshole and finger fucked my butt hole. "We're going to help you cum and cum and cum all night long" someone said. I sat on some guy's dick, while several of them took turns fucking me in the ass. And cum I did. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me, yes yes, fuck me don't stop, I'm cumming. I can have multiple orgasms. I was sooooooo relaxed. It was so easy to just let them use me over. It didn't just break my heart, it crushed into tiny pieces,” Jaime continued, feeling her throat tighten after all these years. "I read in the paper, that the drunk driver who hit her, was over three times the legal limit, he should have been comatose, not driving."The waitress brought their food and Jaime was glad for a moment to gather herself. Talking about Lana still hurt, it still felt like a fresh wound. "I cried for days after seeing her in the casket," Jaime said, with tears streaming. I can even recall her saying, "Hi, Chrissy" and giving me a pretentious fake girl hug. I was civil and cordial. I decided to set up base on the couch in front of the TV with some friends. Tiffany set up shop at the kitchen table with a bunch of guys playing cards. But there was no mistaking it even to the most obvious idiot that there were 2 cliques going on here. This portion of the night is a blur as I began to drink. And alot. I was drunk. D-R-U-N-K. Not drunk enough to the point I'm ready.