She was vaguely conscious of a distinctive smell and something brushing her lips.Her eyes opened and in the gloom a woman was gently kissing her; and ...he odour was of whisky.Shelia tried to rise but a hand cupped her mouth and pinned her down.“Don’t fret Shelia, it’s only me; just checking Rupert was OK.” Pamela whispered.At a loss how to respond Shelia nodded her head and the hand came away from her mouth.Pamela added, “What your feeling now is just a dream ... you realise that ... so don’t. Charlene snuck up behind Angie and was massaging her shoulders. « Be nice », Melissa whispered in my ear, « Angie is one of us ». Angie and I faced each other. I was quite taken with her round face and her perky nose. She had pointy breasts which made little tents out of the front of her dress. « I’ll be allright », I said to Melissa turning my head slowly.« Let them be », Melissa said to Charlene over my shoulder and both women stood a few feet away from us.« So…you lez ? », Angie asked.I. He declined politely.“No, really, it’s okay,” I said. “Look at me! If I can do it, so can you!”He looked at me and let his eyes scan my body for a moment, and still declined, but in a much weaker way, leading me to believe that he was thinking about it. I wasn’t discouraged. I was determined to get that him out of that sweaty t-shirt and show me his sweaty skin.Rick flicked the power back on a half-hour later. Within a few minutes, I could feel the air starting to cool. Not my libido, however.. Ashley laughed at the grotesque face he made. Sheteased him and he finished the damned flask on a dare. The taste never improved.That's all he remembered. Where was Ashley now? Where was he now? Wherever he was, he was naked. Where were his clothes? Hetried to remember what had happened, but he couldn't separate actual, truememories from the detailed but disconnected images that bubbled out of hisgarbled imagination. Had he shagged Ashley? She was a real hottie. He rememberedthat. He just hoped.