I remember thinking why would she wear that here and risk loosing it. Some guy came over and ask me if I needed a drink? I told him no, that I was a D.... The music was load and lots of folks were dancing. I had lost my wife in the crowd, I began thinking I should go look for her, it had been over an hour since I had last seen her. As I roamed around trying not to look like I was actually looking for some one. I went into the clubhouse where the food was set up and as I was picking up a burger I. “I do,” she smiled. “I’m the daughter of the proprietor, my name is…”“Wait,” he gently put his hand up stopping her. She swiveled her head slightly atop her graceful neck.She was wearing a burnt orange top with spaghetti straps, the material was so fine that the soft texture laid against her fresh sun-baked body like another skin which displayed her natural mango-sized breasts perfectly.“Tell me your name later between,” he paused, looking deeply into her time-suspending eyes.“Between?” she. There was light down here, though it was dim, and we could see for hundreds of feet in two directions. That was the general storage area. The other two directions were blocked by the wall we just came through and the long wall bisecting the cellar. The door through that wall was our obvious next move, so we crossed to it. Dammit, the door was locked!The door opened by swinging the other way, and the only thing on our side was a doorknob and a keyhole. None of us had any experience trying to. The girls felt pretty and special, the guys were admiring, and probably wearing shirts that buttoned up to the neck and ties on top of the shirts reined them in a little, literally. At any rate, they all greeted my spouse and me on their way in, shook hands, and thanked us for inviting them.OK, my spouse and I were the adults here, no question, meaning that as adults among children, even if they were older children, carried some responsibility with it. Plus, we were the hosts, and the host.