There must have been over a hundred people there from all walks of life. Blake warned her with a wink that the punch was spiked. She found a group of ...oung college-aged k**s to hang out with at the beach. Soon the several trips to the punch bowl started taking an effect. Pot had never interested her, but after the 4th glass of punch, she was toking away. She caught Blake's eye when she was staggering back to the beach obviously drunk."Come on, cupcake, we should be getting home," he said."Oh. I was under no such limitation, and I melted at least twice.We did it every way we could, him on top, me on top, on our sides (he couldn't get as deep that way), him behind me (he got really deep, so much I thought he was poking my stomach), and so on. I wasn't sure which way I liked it best. I liked being on top because I could control the depth and angle, but I liked being underneath, too, because I could hold and play with his body.Don't let them kid you, playing with a guy's body is a lot. He even accompanied me down to the Union Station via our normal mode of transport, which was our right thumb. As I boarded the train he said, “My time over there made me into a man. I suspect it’ll do the same for you. Take care of yourself Tommy and be sure to write your old man once in a while.”Impossible!! It almost looked like a tear in his eye. He added, “Don’t worry about me Tommy. I’m gonna get a job and live the life here.” He always did his best. He was a good Pa.The journey across. ”My mouth hung open as I stared into Eva’s gray-blue eyes. I decided that if I tried to talk all I would do is stammer.Eva filled the silence with more information, “Since Jarl got ill and past age seventy five, he just can’t play that husband and lover role like he used to. He’s given me what I think you call in America a pass off, so I can enjoy relations with other men.”My brow furrowed. I asked, “Do you mean a ‘free pass’?”“Yes. Yes. That’s what it is – a free pass. He won’t get mad or.