We both liked Sambuca, we both liked wine, it was bound to be good. Now, there is a possibility that by this point we were a little tipsyand that mayb... our judgement was not quite as sharp as it could have been; certainly I remember being rather unstable on the short journey from sofa to fridge to collect the wine and then having to be sent back to find some glasses and then being sent back once again to go and get the corkscrew ... which certainly dates it because every bottle of wine I buy. ‘Just going to the bathroom.’ ‘Sure you are. Come over here and sit with me.’ I hesitantly started to make my way over to Vanessa, attempting to subtly cover my raging boner. ‘Need some help?’ She whispered. ‘No, I’m fine, thanks.’ I started to turn red from embarassment (who wouldn’t?). She slammed me down onto the sofa, and without warning, started rubbing my jeans. ‘I saw you looking at me, Robert. You aren’t very. You left me hanging and didn’t care where I landed. I’ll never forget that.”“I’m sorry. You’ve got to forgive me. I want to make it work.”“It will never work, because I could never trust you again. Now let me go.” I start heading for the door.“You're not walking out on me bitch!”He grabs me from behind and throws me to the ground. He’s on top of me before I can get up. His big arms are around me and he’s gets my arms cuffed behind my back before I know what’s happening. He grabs my hair and. My whole family is in our big green station wagon and my uncle was sitting in the front seat with my father. and my father just driving along and talking to my uncle and my father was swirling, weaving the car in the street and driving crazy in the street and my father was trying to drive the car in the parking lot of the hospital but he could'nt get control of the steering wheel and my uncle had to grab the steering wheel and got in the drivers seat and finish driving in hospital emergency.