“How posh is this place going to be, I haven’t really brought much clothes?” I asked “Don’t worry,” she replied “I’m going...like this, and you look great anyway.” We stumbled through the door about midnight; we’d had a great meal and a couple of bottles of red and a long catch up chat. We’d decided to go to a local wine bar for a couple of drinks on the way home. Georgia opened another bottle of red at her place and we sat on the couch and I put my arm around her and we cuddled up.. ” “We’ll see.” We spent the New Year watching the ball in Times Square drop on the plasma screen, and drank an insane amount of champagne and wine. When the clock struck midnight here, Jayson and I kissed as though we were lovers. Tumbling into Jayson’s room, we dry-humped each other clumsily and made out until we both fell asleep. I woke up the next morning without my shirt on and his left hand down my jeans. I removed his hand, found my shirt and raced into my room to nurse a serious. "Sheb, we thought you were the chauffeur?" I asked him. He cackled again in his funny way."I'm sorry folks, I clean forgot. Davey that outfit was sort of an inside joke between your Father, Grandfather and me. I wore it as a sort of signal to your Dad that he didn't have to worry about the reception he was likely to get when we got home." The rather large gentleman who loaded the bags and is waiting patiently for permission to get moving is Cyrus Poole, and He is your Granddaddy's regular. She gathered some courage and decided to tell me. She took a promise from me that I wouldn’t tell her parents or anyone else. When I agreed, she looked around and pulled her top up a bit and pulled her jeans a little down at the back. I could see some rashes on top of her ass. I was shocked and asked her what happened. She told me that her hostel seniors were ragging her and making her do nasty things. I asked “what nasty things? She put down her face and said sadly, “They tie me up and put.