" Yeah, I had to think hard about the hip movement when I was behind Sheila, again it's not a natural everyday motion! Anyway, you're up next, are you...ready?" I reckon so. Might as well get started!"We went back into the sitting room."Next please!"Sian unfolded and read out loud the piece of paper that said 'Adrian, slowly, downwards on the sofa', clapped her hands in delight, and settled herself in the corner of the sofa.This was going to be interesting!Adrian knelt on the sofa in front of her. She's sweet and bright, but the dating pool for her was limited, and if you've been paying attention, you know I love her almost as much as I love Greg, and I think she loves me.What if she asked me to the dance? What if I asked her? The idea appealed to me, but would Greg go for that?Shit! That idea made me hornier than ever!Then my nose began to itch -- on the inside! I screwed up my face, trying somehow to scratch it, but Kathy sighed unhappily, so I had to stop.The itch got worse. I felt a. I told her Mom wasn't available but I'd be happy to take a message. She was mad at me because of all the calls. Sandy had left as soon as the phone started ringing at her house. She also wanted to know the true story. I told her she should listen in when her daughter was on the phone if she wanted to know anything. She was mad at me when she hung up.I also got a call from our minister. I'm afraid I wasn't very cordial when I answered. He wanted to stop by on Tuesday to visit Wes. I told him I. It was pretty odd that I felt so out of it after only two drinks, after all. I just couldn’t think of a way to explain to Dad though. How could I explain that I’d been drinking? He knew that I was hanging out with a lot of boys and he was already worried that I was out having sex. There’s no way I could explain it. “You were with those boys again weren’t you?” He bellowed, hardly trying to mask how angry he was. “Yes Dad. I’m sorry,” I mumbled finding it impossible not to slur my words. “So.