It was New Years Eve of my senior year in high school, I had been dating Harry since seventh grade and now we were 18 and I just knew we were going to...marry. So much so that I let Harry have his way with me since I was 15. We screwed in his bed, my bed, his parents bed, the couch, kitchen table, floor, bath tub, shower, basement, on the dryer, the porch, his back yard, the front seat, back seat, the locker room at school, a picnic table in the park, at the beach, just about anywhere we went. I. “You know, you don’t have to wait for my royal bum to grace the seat to resume your conversations,” he joked. The talking that had resumed when he sat came to a halt again. Joseph sighed and shook his head. He gestured with his hand for everyone to go back to what they were doing. He turned to Jonathan but the man was talking to his fiancée. On his opposite side, Morane was talking to Rucar. He saw that everyone at the table had someone to talk to.Lucretia was speaking to Amelia while the twins. Alec declared his ‘controlling interest’ in Taylor, and she basically told him to buzz off – she was an independent, free agent that didn’t intend to subjugate herself to his control. She did not want to be his chattel or possession. She even teased him about becoming under her control. In the end, Alec angered and stomped away, much as he had years earlier before he saw the light.The class then got into a significant discussion about relationships in the Circle and outside the gates. It didn’t. It wasn't packed, but he was careful not to bump anybody as he walked up to the bar. He took a seat on one of the torn and decrepit stools and waited for the bartender to notice him."What'yo having, dude?" asked the bartender."I'm drinking Guinness." Don't got that fancy shit," the bartender said. "How about a Bud?" I guess that'll work."The bartender served him and then left him alone.Ralph looked around, trying to avoid eye contact with anybody. It was a mixed crowd of men and women, as you.