Well, I looked good in the black pants and shirt. And the hat was cool. “OK, you made your point,” I said, blushing under my mask. “So now let m... go and do something about it.” “Go and pollinate my young pupil, spread your seed hither and yon,” he said, blessing me. “You’re a fucking nut, you know that?” I laughed again. Grabbing a beer, I mingled. The party was getting crowded. I couldn’t help but be mindful of Bill’s observations as I made the rounds. I spent some time talking to Mary, Slutty. “OK.”It all seemed reasonable to me. I found it interesting that according to the consent form, you could get VD and pregnancy tests without parental permission once you were thirteen, but you needed either parental or judicial permission to have an abortion before turning sixteen. That was going to be my major dilemma when I got to my third year of medical school. I was opposed to abortion, but could I, as a doctor, refuse treatment to a patient which they were requesting with informed. I thought about the way she played with my undersizeddick and drove me crazy with her teasing tongue. Was I willing to give upall that? How bad could a few hours in that idiotic outfit be? And noone would know I wasn't wearing anything underneath it. Besides which,the scant body hair I had would grow back before very long."Okay," I said, trying to make it sound less like I was giving in and morelike I was magnanimously granting a favor. Having my sexy wife in my debtcould translate into. "She leaned down to kiss me carefully on the lips, and then lifted herself up before looking me in the eyes. "Listen, sweetie ... about last night..."I should have given some thought to the implications of taking her home with me. I didn't, but I should have. Her skirt was short, and so was her breath. Our dancing was mostly a mutual invitation. On top of that we'd consumed a fair quantity of beer. Aside from the need to pee fairly soon, I was tightly focused on sex. What can I say?"So you.