I remember playing the situation off as no big deal, pretending it didn't happen, and miraculously, no one ever mentioned it to me and until this disc...ssion with my friend I had blocked it from my recollection.After a few minutes I discerned it had happened about four years ago, and for a while I convinced myself it was probably forgotten. That is until I went to my grandma's house three days ago to drop off a birthday card for her. I hadn't been by in over a year, and they were all excited to. Only briefly did your eyes lock on mine, as if saying, 'See, two can play this game.' You widened your stance as you leaned back in your seat, giving the morning sunlight an opportunity to warm your glistening lips. It seemed completely out of character for such a refined well dressed woman like you to behave like you did. You slumped down as you slid to the front edge of the seat. With your ass cheeks at the bench's edge, you slowly began to swing one of your legs back and forth, gradually. . I mean ... ah ... sorry ... I ah” Abbey stammered.“Come on Abbey” said Joe. “Don’t be shy. Tell us where we can find a bar that has lots of pretty women who are anxious to help a guy to have a good time.”Abbey blushed, and shook her head as if she did not know the answer. Of course, she knew exactly where such bars could be found, but she did not want to let these foreign men know that she knew. So, she retreated from the table and left the men to their discussion, although she was curious to. Bar food. Greasy and slimy night. With puddles of spilt beer and probably some puke mixed in. It got really shitty. But they kept drinking.Eventually Shawna came over and pulled a chair to sit beside Joe. One of the few sober people for an obvious reason. Her distended belly probably with his child inside it.“Joe,” she said. “Time to go.”“But,” Joe started and couldn’t finish. Even the one word had been slurred.“They’re closing up.”“Last call,” Joe twirled his shot glass.“Already done.”“I.