”“Oh, darling,” Karla said with a comforting tone. “Nobody’s keeping score.”The hands on the old analog clock hanging in the kitchen show...d just after one-thirty in the morning. Taylor sat in a shirt, unbuttoned, at the counter in the dim light, drinking a Sierra Mist from a straw in the can. Her thoughts were running wild, bouncing off one another, and didn’t seem to be focusing on anything. She felt, rather than heard Karla come into the room. Taylor’s eyes watched her as she opened the. It was late evening and quite dark and not much illumination. The firework was illuminating the dark skies and it was lovely watching it.Both of us were standing side by side holding hands of each other in the heavy crowd. I suddenly found a hand slowly groping my bums. I could not do much about it and kept quiet. The hand became more bold and started cupping my bums and pressing them. After some time the hand was replaced by something stiff and hard. It was pressing me from behind. I just took. Slim figure and blonde hair always in a ponytail. But I was seeing a side of her I’ve never seen. Jan sat with us and we were buying her drinks and talking and laughing. Other people where coming up and talking to Jan as she sat there with us. The couple that where with Jan organizing her music came up and said that they had packed up and they were leaving. I think they were expecting to give her a lift home. And seemed concerned that she was drinking and getting half cut. But she explained. Easily, I leaned over and kissed her. A little taken aback, she kissed me back. Then she pushed me away. ‘Steve,’ she said. ‘I don’t think-‘ I leaned down and kissed her neck, then moved along a valley in her neck to her ear. My hands were at her waist, untucking her shirt. ‘I don’t either,’ I whispered. ‘This is a terrible idea, and you should go home.’ My hands went up her shirt, along the sides of her hourglass figure, tracing her creamy skin. Danielle was breathing very hard. Her hands were.