The state of their intoxication and our relative sobriety was made abundantly clear when the first sip confirmed my suspicion that the cup was full of...nothing more than ice and cheap tequila. Dom and I both cringed and coughed at the realization, amusing our drunk brothers.“Bottoms up?” Dom asked.“Yeah, let's get this over with,” I replied, downing the harsh liquor. Dom convinced the guys to switch up the game to beer pong, his go-to party game that he used as an excuse to get close to whoever. I remember Leanne pointing it out to me way back in October. But after that, it seemed obvious. He was constantly taking looks at my tits, and everybody else's. I remember the theories … he wasn't banging his wife anymore, he was just becoming a creepy old man, etc.I recognized it, though. I could see the anxiety and frustration. None of the other girls knew, but I knew the look of chastity. I couldn't say for certain if it was his wife enforcing it (I wasn't even sure if he was married, being. ”It was Jason. Shocked, I used my arms and hands to cover my exposed breasts. “Where’s Courtney?! And I thought you left?” I asked Jason, confused.“They went to grab some lunch. I told them I wasn’t feeling good. I thought maybe we could hang out. Maybe have sex again?”“Jason, no. That’s not how this works. Leave and shut the door!”“Please???” Jason pled. His pleas were neither attractive nor effective.“Leave!” I shouted, using one hand to point toward the door. At this point, I. Kendra and I see a husband standing with his mouth gaped open, frozen in place. Then the wife clears her throat loudly and elbows him in the ribs."We'll take the next one, thanks" She hisses.Alone again we look at each other and giggle. As the elevator travels the last two floors we are barely able to keep our hands to ourselves. Once we arrive on our floor, I step into the hallway and take off my heels and Kendra follows my lead. She knows what I'm silently asking for and she pulls ahead.