“I… well… uh…” I stammered looking for wordsThen one of her friends came up behind me, and got to the back of my pants revealing one of her ...hongs and screeched in glee.“He’s wearing the thong I bought you for your 16th birthday!” Her friend explained giggling.“Is that so? Well Fred wondered if you might be into guys, being that you want to dress up as a girl.”I was at a loss, and very confused, being very drunk, high and scared.She gave a wry grin and gave me a proposal.“I imagine mom and dad. “Champagne,” Alicia responded. Before the bartender poured two glasses of champagne, Art Johnston, our host engaged me in conversation about the NFL playoffs. I had made a bet with him at the very first Christmas party of theirs we attended a few years earlier. Ever since, football remains the only topic of our annual conversations. I felt my phone vibrate signaling a text message. “I better get this champagne to the woman who asked for it before I forget who it was, “ I said as a way of. I felt like smacking myself for not going along. He was right, and knowing how much Myrna loved to pull off the unexpected and with Sally and Kat being right in the middle of things, I realized I just might have made a big mistake by letting them talk to the preacher alone. God, I thought, when will I ever learn? I was still silently chewing myself out with Tiny chuckling in the background, when Quanta and Carver came back out and sat down, helping themselves to coffee. I looked at Carver. You pour us each a glass, then sit back in a chair, loosening your tie. “Why don’t you two enjoy yourselves for a bit?” I move to you and sit on your knee, leaning down to kiss you deeply. You slide your hand up my thigh and return my kiss. I hear music begin to play and I pull back, turning to see Beth walking towards us. She pulls me to my feet and against her body, grinding against me. We start dancing in front of you, rubbing all over each other. She grabs the hem of my dress and slowly.