It was a cold, December night with snow on the ground and more beginning to fall. Her heart was beating quickly and she took a deep breath of the cold...air to try and clear her mind for what she was about to do. Sitting beside her, his hand on her thigh, was General William Howe, commander of the British Army. The general had first seen Elizabeth, or Lizzy, to her few close friends, two weeks prior at a gala hosted by the leading Loyalist family in Philadelphia to celebrate the British taking of. I promised her the same thing. She was old enough to make her own food. She would need to start getting herself up for school anyway now that I was surrendering my parental authority. It made sense to me.Mike looked at me like he was going to comment, but he didn’t interfere with our bet.“What if I quit school before then?” she asked.“You get nothing,” Mike promised her. “I want you to succeed, and I don’t want you to end up like your mother,” Mike was adamant about that.“Too late for that,”. The second half was more of the same with no score, until Lily made an outstanding shot that turned out to be the winning goal of the game.I stood up and cheered at the games end wondering what I would do until she rushed over and pounced on me, wrapping her legs around me and hugging me tightly. Within seconds, I was surrounded by her teammates, everyone hugging and kissing at their win. In the mass of bodies, I felt many hands on my breasts and buttocks, pinching and squeezing and heard. She was looking deeply into my eyes the entire time and the room was totally quiet.Louise, the quiet, reserved one, broke the silence. “I think he should try the real thing.”Again it was quiet for a moment, and then Patti chimed in. “Oh yeah. That’s a great idea! I’ve always wanted to see that.”Others began to murmur their agreement. Cynthia was sitting in the next seat and our eyes met.“Remember,” she told me. “What happens in Vegas…”We stared at each other for a long minute, then she reached.